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Stranger in the Family, Chapter 4

  • Posted on May 21, 2024 at 2:16 pm

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

School was over for the summer. Linda felt uneasy about leaving her daughters at home alone, so she got herself set up to work in her study. It worked out even better than she’d hoped – without the daily interruptions that always seemed to occur in the office, she was getting a greater amount of work done, and she appreciated having more time to spend with the girls.

Linda was beginning to suspect her concerns about Kelly had been premature. After Jan’s visit, her oldest daughter had stopped dropping comments about sex and nudity, and she didn’t seem to be checking out other girls anymore. Kelly still hadn’t regained her memory, but at least she was behaving more like a normal child of eleven.

On their first Monday away from school, Kelly and Gabby were throwing the Frisbee out back. Gabby had just made a deft catch when their neighbor Cheryl’s sixteen-year-old daughter Alicia crossed over into their yard.

“Hiya, Ali!” Gabby called with a wave.

“Hi,” Ali replied as she looked at the nine-year-old in a way that Kelly instantly recognized. Gabby was wearing a pair of snug shorts that displayed her legs and bottom to impressive effect – sure enough, that was where Ali’s eyes went first.

“Hey, Gabby?” said Ali. “Pam wanted me to ask if you’d like to come over and play with her. She’s down in our basement.”

“Cool! Just let me ask Mom,” Gabby said as she turned and ran toward the house. Alicia touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip for a moment, watching Gabby’s ass as she ran toward the house.

Not having met Ali yet, Kelly drifted over to the older girl, noting that she looked like a younger version of her mother. Ali’s breasts were smaller than Cheryl’s, but they were the ideal size for the younger girl’s slender frame. Kelly liked Ali’s red hair, and her butt looked incredible in the tight jeans she wore.

“Hello,” Kelly said. “I know you know me, but I can’t remember you. Sorry.”

“It’s okay – I know what happened,” Ali said with a sympathetic nod. Kelly saw the older girl’s eyes flicker down to her chest for an instant before adding, “You can spend some time with me if you like, Kelly. We can go up to my room.”

“Did we used to hang out?” Kelly asked.

“No, not really,” Ali admitted. “But we’d all play games together sometimes.”

“Did we ever take our clothes off when we played?” Kelly asked.

Ali’s eyes widened. “You mean… completely naked?”

“Yeah. Did we ever?”

Ali laughed, but only to cover her surprise at the question. “No. I don’t know where you got that idea.” she said. “I meant, like, we mostly played board games, pick-up-sticks and stuff like that. I do remember one time when we were having a game of freeze tag… indoors, ‘cause it was raining. Everyone was running around a lot, so we ended up playing in just our underpants and t-shirts.” She laughed. “Actually, Pam and Gabby didn’t even bother with the t-shirts! Oh, wait, I remember now – when we started taking stuff off, you got embarrassed and left the room.”

“Really? But that sounds like so much fun!” Kelly said. “And I was all embarrassed, huh? Boy, I sure was different back then.”

Gabby appeared at the back door. “Mom wants to know if your mom’s home, Ali.”

“Yes,” Ali replied. “It’s okay with her.”

With a joyful whoop, Gabby bounded into the yard, racing toward the Benton home, yelling as she ran, “See you guys later!”

The two older girls waved, then Ali smiled. “Actually, playing naked sounds like a lot of fun. I’d be up for doing it… if everyone else did.”

“Me too,” said Kelly. She was still checking Ali out. In addition to her nice figure, she also had a pretty face. And she was dressed to perfection, in denim shorts that showed off her long, shapely legs, plus a tight t-shirt that displayed her titties to impressive effect.

Ali had been doing some looking of her own. She loved the cute tomboy thing Gabby had going, with blue cotton shorts that were a little too small for her, a baggy football jersey, battered sneakers and white socks that came up to her knees.

But the sight of Kelly really got her juices flowing. Kelly had on a pair of worn denim jeans and a powder blue t-shirt that was so thin, the girl’s budding breasts and puffy nipples could practically be seen through the fabric.

Touching Kelly’s arm, Ali said. “C’mon, let’s go inside.” Side by side, they made their way toward the house.

Once indoors, they found Ali’s mom Cheryl seated in the study, using the computer.

“Hi, Mrs. Benton,” Kelly said, smiling at the very attractive older woman. “Thanks for letting me and Gabby come over.”

“You’re welcome any time, hon,” she said. “But please, don’t call me ‘Mrs Benton.’ It’s ‘Cheryl.’ She gave the pretty eleven-year-old a wink.

“Okay, Cheryl,” Kelly replied. “Next time I won’t forget.”

“Mom, I’m gonna show Kelly my room,” Ali said as she put a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder and guided her to the stairs.

“Have fun.” Cheryl said.

Once the girls were gone, she brought the Porn Hub site back up and clicked PLAY on the lesbian video she’d paused a moment ago. Sitting back, she slipped a hand into her sweatpants.

***

Gabby thundered down the basement steps, shouting, “Heyyyyy, Pam! I’m hee-ere!”

“Hi, Gab.” Pam gave her best friend a hug.

Gabby returned the embrace, and the two girls flopped down next to each other on the sofa. “Whatcha wanna do?” Gabby asked.

Pam shrugged. “Whatever you feel like doing.”

“Wanna hear something amazing? I mean, totally amazing.”

“Sure.” Pam smiled.

“If I tell you, you’ve gotta promise to keep it secret. Okay?”

“Sure, I promise.” By then, Pam’s interest was fully aroused.

“Um, well, a couple nights ago we all went out to eat,” Gabby began, lowering her voice. “My sister didn’t have any underpants on.”

“How’d you know that?” Pam asked. “Did she tell you?”

“I’m getting to it, doofus! So when we were walking home…” The girl paused for dramatic effect. “Kelly lifted up the back of her dress and showed me her butt.”

Pam’s mouth dropped, and a hint of pink appeared in her cheeks. “Wow! She really did that? Out in the street? And, and she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress?”

“For real! I mean, no one saw her but me… my mom and my aunt were walking in front of us. But that’s not even the coolest part!” Gabby smiled, savoring the moment.

“What? Tell me!”

When we got home, me and Kelly went into the back yard… and she took her dress all the way off! She just had on her sneakers and socks and she stood right there, bare naked. I could see everything. It was so wild!”

“Gosh, I would love to have seen that.” Pam said. “Your sister’s so pretty. Bet she’s got a great body!”

“Oh, she does,” Gabby said. “So… have you ever seen Ali naked?”

Pam fell silent, pursing her lips. Finally, she spoke. “If I tell you something private, will you promise to keep it secret forever, Gabby? Cross your heart?”

“Promise,” Gabby said solemnly as she drew a large invisible X on her chest with a finger.

It was Pam’s turn to speak quietly. “Sometimes me and Ali get naked and touch our kitties together, the same way me and you do. She’s the one who showed me how.”

“Oh, wow!” Gabby gasped. “Does she look good with no clothes on?”

“Well, her boobies are big and soft. And her – her nipples, they swell up when she touches them,” Pam answered. Both girls giggled. “She has hair over her kitty, too. Does Kelly have any?”

“No. Not yet. She still looks like us down there. She’s got nice little titties, but I didn’t get to feel them.” Gabby gave her friend a thoughtful glance. “Hey. You wanna?” She felt that hot urge between her legs again.

“Sure,” Pam answered, knowing exactly what Gabby meant. Standing up, she unfastened her jeans and, with one motion, pushed them to her ankles along with her panties, then sat back down, both legs spread apart.

Pausing long enough to take a good look at her half-naked friend, Gabby shoved the shorts and panties she wore down to her ankles. She sat with legs parted, holding the bottom of her shirt up so Pam could see everything, too.

With her free hand, Gabby slowly trailed a finger through her moist labia, and Pam began to touch herself in the same way.

“I wish I could see you and Ali doing this,” Gabby said as she circled the opening of her vagina with a finger tip.

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah, that would be fun. I’ll see if she wants to.”

“Honest? Ali wouldn’t be mad at you for asking that?”

Pam shrugged. “She wouldn’t get mad. She might say no, but she wouldn’t get mad.”

“Ever see your mom naked?” Gabby asked. “I think she’s beautiful.”

Pam began to move her finger faster. “No. I mean, yeah, she’s pretty I guess, but I never saw her naked. What about your mom?”

“Nope. But you know something? I’d really like to.” Gabby watched as Pam rubbed the special place at the top of her kitty, then she did the same. “Ever since I saw Kelly with her clothes off, I’ve been kinda wanting to see Mom that way. Aunt Jan, too.”

“Maybe now that Kelly let you see her, you guys can do this together,” Pam said, nodding toward her busy hand.

Gabby pondered that notion. “I’d like that. Oh, I forgot to tell you – Kelly also taught me how to kiss. Sexy kiss.” Pam made a face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. But you know what? It feels totally great.” She edged closer to her friend. “Wanna try it with me?”

***

Upstairs, Kelly looked around Ali’s room, liking what she saw. The bed was covered with stuffed animals. Not only did Ali have her own bathroom, there was also a flat screen TV and a small refrigerator.

“What an awesome place!” Kelly exclaimed. “If I lived here, I’d never come out!” She wandered around, taking it all in. “Man, this bed is huge. If you had a slumber party, everyone could sleep here.” Kelly flopped down on her back in the bed’s center.

“It’s king-size,” Ali said. “This used to be the master bedroom. After Mom got divorced, she didn’t want this room anymore, so she swapped with me. I love it.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Kelly replied. “Um, Ali? Would you let me touch your boobs?”

Ali gave a short embarrassed laugh. “What?”

Kelly smiled. “Can I touch your boobs? I mean they look so nice… I just wonder what they feel like.”

Ali shrugged, trying to maintain her cool exterior. “Well, I suppose they feel like yours do. Mine are just bigger, that’s all.” Ali sat down on the bed, gazing thoughtfully at the younger girl. “Y’know, Kelly, you really do seem different…”

“Really? How?”

“Well,” Ali started, “You’re so… so forward. You never would’ve asked to feel my tits before, even if you wanted to. Which I don’t think you ever did, by the way. And you used to always wear a training bra, but now… well, I can make out your breasts. And your nipples are showing!”

“I don’t really have anything yet,” Kelly said. “But you can see them if you like. That is, if I can see yours.” Without waiting for a response, she sat up just long enough to pull her shirt up and off, then toss it aside. Lying back, she began to circle the small pink nipples with the tips of her fingers, looking expectantly at Ali.

“Uh, okay, sure. Why not?” Alicia said, tugging her shirt off, which she carelessly draped over the arm of her desk chair. Reaching behind her back, she undid the bra, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor. She climbed on the bed and crawled over to where Kelly lay.

“Like them?” Ali purred, cupping both breasts in her hands.

“Sure do,” Kelly answered as she got up on her knees and reached out to touch a breast. “Yeah… nice and soft! Thanks, Ali, this is way cool.” She leaned forward to take one of Ali’s nipples between her lips, sucking at the swelling bud.

Ali felt her heart begin to pound. “That feels so nice, Kelly,” she whispered.

Glancing up at the older girl, Kelly switched to the other nipple. She began to shift back and forth, nursing from one breast while she fondled the other.

Ali loved what this cute eleven-year-old was doing to her, but she found herself feeling a bit uncomfortable with how fast this was happening. Don’t rush this, kiddo, she admonished herself. You could get into some major trouble if you’re not careful. “Hey, I really like this. But, um, we better stop now.”

“Ali?” Kelly said, gazing deep into the teen’s eyes. “I’d love to lick your pussy.” Ali’s mouth dropped. “I’ve never done it before… at least, I don’t think I have. But I’ve really been wanting to try it.”

Ali gaped at the younger girl, trying to make sense of what was happening. Wow… I think she really means it! It’s illegal as hell… but how fucking cool would that be, letting a little girl go down on me? It flew in the face of common sense, but her resolve was evaporating like morning mist.

She’d been lusting after her little sister Pam for at least a year, but hadn’t summoned up the nerve to make a move on the girl. Luckily, Pam herself had come to Ali with questions about her body. The opportunity to play the helpful older sister and get the younger one naked had been irresistible. That very night, Ali taught Pam how to masturbate.

Not only did Pam love making herself come, she quickly decided it was much more fun when she and Ali touched themselves together. Ever since, the two sisters had been doing just that – and Ali was fairly certain Pam was also masturbating with her little friend Gabby.

Ali hadn’t taken things any further with Pam, but some time soon, she intended to suggest that they touch each other’s pussies, just to see if her sister would go for it.

Now another young girl, one just a couple of years older than Pam, was offering Ali oral sex. I can’t say no to this, she quickly decided. I can’t. I’d regret it forever.

“If that’s what you want,” Ali said as she got to her feet, “Then yeah, I’m into it. But you can’t breathe a word about this to anyone. Even your sister.” Facing Kelly, she slowly undid the button on her shorts, then wriggled the denim cut-offs down until she could step out of them, revealing red satin panties.

So sexy,” Kelly whispered, almost to herself.

Ali spun around, displaying her barely covered ass to the eleven-year-old. Gazing over her shoulder, she said, “Do you think I have a nice bottom?”

Kelly replied by stuffing a hand down the front of her jeans, “Yes. I love your bottom. Oh, Ali… I’ll do anything you like. Lick your pussy, put my fingers in you, rub our c-cunts together. Anything.” The girl’s breathing grew unsteady as she masturbated. “Want me to lick your butthole? I’ll do that, too.” She’d recently encountered a film clip of one lesbian rimming another while roaming the internet – and after the shock wore off, found herself eager to sample this new pleasure.

Her back still to Kelly, Ali slowly, slowly pulled her panties down until she was bent all the way over, giving the younger girl a good look at her holes. Her heart was racing like mad as she heard Kelly murmur, “Your pussy is soooo pretty, Ali… so pink and juicy, it looks like a yummy piece of fruit. Oh, God, I want to taste you, Ali, please let me taste you…”

***

Downstairs, Cheryl was watching a film clip of two teenage girls and an older woman enjoying a heated threesome. Her sweatpants were undone, and she had a hand in her panties, plunging two fingers in and out of her throbbing vagina.

Suddenly Cheryl’s phone chimed, making her jump. She saw on the caller ID that it was Linda calling. “Damn it,” she muttered, letting the phone go off twice more while she composed herself. Then she picked it up, making sure to do so with the left hand.

“Hi, Linda,” she said.

“Hey, Cher. Can you send Kelly and Gabby home? Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

“No problem. What’s on the menu?”

“Oh, an asparagus casserole,” Linda replied. “Kelly gave up eating meat, so I’ve had to get really creative in the kitchen.”

“Hmmm… I’ve never made that before. You’ll have to give me the recipe some time. Anyhow, I’ll give the girls a nudge in your direction.”

“Better give them more of a shove… I’m setting the table now. Thanks, babe!”

“Bye, then,” Cheryl said, putting the phone back in the charger. With a wistful sigh, she closed out her Porn Hub session, popped into the kitchen to wash her hands, then began climbing the stairs to Ali’s room.

***

Ali stood by the edge of the bed, spreading her labia with two fingers to reveal the rosy interior of her cunt. “Like what you see, Kelly?” she said.

“Yeah,” a wide-eyed Kelly sighed. “I love looking at your pussy.”

“You really want to taste me?”

“Yes, please, Ali… I really, really want to.”

“Give me your hand,” the teen demanded.

Kelly extended her arm, and Ali placed the palm of the younger girl’s hand against her wet pussy. She worked it up and down a few times, then guided Kelly’s finger into her tight vagina.

“Oh, my gosh,” Kelly said, “you’re so hot inside!”

“You make me hot,” Ali replied. “Now take your finger out and lick it.”

Slowly withdrawing her finger, Kelly studied it, smiling at how slick it was with Ali’s love honey. She ran her tongue up its length, then slipped it into her mouth to suck.

“Let me have more, Ali,” Kelly pleaded when her finger was clean. “Let me lick you now. Pretty please?”

Ali smiled. “I think we’re going to have a real nice summer, you and me.” She lay back on the bed, parting her thighs.

Kelly crawled between the teen’s legs, lying down with her face a few inches away from Ali’s juicy cunt. It was breathtakingly lovely, a pink flower framed by a neatly trimmed tuft of bright red curls. Moistening her lips in anticipation, Kelly reached out to graze the slit with a fingertip.

“You’re so sexy, Ali,” she whispered. “I’ll do this to you anywhere, any time you want.”

Propped up on her elbows, Ali gazed hungrily at her eleven-year-old lover. What a vision she was; topless, long sandy hair spilling onto her bare shoulders, eyes glazed with desire. She looked down further, checking out Kelly’s pert little ass. It looked so yummy, thrust out and up in those tight blue jeans. I should’ve asked her to get naked too, she told herself. Oh, well, we’ll get to that.

Kelly drew closer to Ali’s pussy, parting her lips, about to take that first lick… then a brisk knock on the door caused both girls to start.

“Girls?” It was Ali’s mother Cheryl. “Can I come in?”

Ali was about to speak, but Kelly immediately came out with, “Sure, come on in!”

The knob turned, then jiggled, but the door didn’t open. “It’s locked.” Cheryl said on the other side.

“Just a sec, Mom,” Ali called, staring in disbelief at a giggling Kelly. “Put your shirt back on!” she hissed at the girl.

As Kelly calmly put her shirt back on, Ali pulled on her own top and then yanked on her shorts, pausing to nudge her panties and bra under the bed.

When Ali opened the door, Cheryl peered inside, arching an eyebrow at the two girls. Kelly was seated on the bed, sniffing her finger.

“Kelly,” Cheryl said, “Your mother just called. She wants you and Gabby to come home. Okay?”

“Sure,” Kelly said, rising to her feet. Cheryl couldn’t help but notice the girl’s erect nipples through the thin top she wore. She gave Alicia a thoughtful look.

“Well, I’ll let Gabby know,” Cheryl said, turning to leave.

“I’ll do it!” said Ali, fairly certain she knew what her little sister and Gabby were up to in the basement. She hastened out of her room and down the stairs.

Cheryl and Kelly followed a moment later. As they passed by the computer, Kelly paused to study the screen, which showed a portrait of Cheryl, Ali, and Pam, all smiling.

“I was just, um, going through my email,” Cheryl explained, checking to see if there was any lingering evidence of what she’d really been up to.

“I like to look at porn on my computer,” Kelly said. “Or sexy stories. There’s this one site, it’s called the Juicy Secrets Club. Have you ever seen it? Wow, it’s super hot!”

Cheryl could only stare at the girl in utter shock. What the…?

“Can I touch your tits, Cheryl?” Kelly asked.

Cheryl finally managed to speak, “Young lady, you shouldn’t be asking questions like that. But, um, if you really want to feel a woman’s breasts, you should talk to your mother.”

Kelly sighed. “I can’t ask her to do anything like that. She’d say no for sure.” She looked Cheryl up and down, in a way that made her interest very obvious. “I was hoping you might let me, though.”

Before Cheryl could summon up a coherent reply, Kelly extended her finger to Cheryl. “Smell this.”

Her curiosity won out. Cheryl hesitantly sniffed Kelly’s finger. She recognized the scent right away, but didn’t say so.

“Ali was pretty cool about me doing stuff to her,” Kelly continued. “She let me feel her boobies… and I got to touch her pussy, too!” She paused. “I was just about to lick her when you knocked on the door.”

Just then Gabby appeared, followed by Ali. Cheryl was searching for something to say to Kelly, drawing a complete blank.

“Thanks for letting us come over, Cheryl!” Gabby exclaimed.

“Yeah, thanks. Bye!” Kelly said with a little wave. She took Gabby’s hand, and they left together. Kelly was pleased by the puzzled looks she saw on the faces of mother and daughter.

***

 After dinner, a couple of Linda’s co-workers dropped by. It was a social call, but they also intended to discuss work-related matters.

“We need a bit of privacy, girls,” Linda told her daughters. “Could you two spend some time upstairs tonight? I’ll let you stay up an hour later tomorrow.”

“Sure, Mom. C’mon, Kel.” Gabby took her big sister’s hand and led her up the stairs. “Let’s go to my room. I’ll teach you how to play Chinese checkers.”

Kelly sat on Gabby’s bed watching her sister get the game out and set it up on the floor. Gabby looked up at Kelly, clearly thinking about something, then got up and moved over to the door, where she stood listening for a moment. Satisfied by what she heard, Gabby closed the door, then turned to her sister.

“I know I said we’d play a game, but, um… can we maybe kiss some more instead?”

Kelly smiled. “Sure.” Now it begins, she thought. Stretching out on the bed, she gazed expectantly at her little sister.

Gabby crawled onto the bed, then lay down on top of Kelly, sighing blissfully as she settled into her older sibling’s arms. She gave Kelly a soft, shy kiss.

Kelly’s desire was a roaring fever that seemed on the verge of consuming her completely. She wanted to fuck her sister, to taste and touch every inch of her childish body. At the same time, she knew it wouldn’t do to come on too strong and risk frightening the little girl. Remember, she’s only nine. So she kept their kisses gentle and innocent, resisting an urge to slip a hand between Gabby’s thighs and fondle her bare vulva. Let her decide how far we go, Kelly told herself

It was a sound strategy, because after a minute or two of light kisses, Gabby broke away. “Can we use our tongues? The way we did it last time. Um, and I liked how you touched my bottom when we kissed, too.”

“Okay,” Kelly murmured, twining her arms round Gabby’s neck, drawing the girl’s mouth to hers. They met in a kiss that quickly grew heated. Their tongues met, mingled, then entered into a lustful dance.

Kelly was thrilled to pieces by Gabby’s eagerness, her willingness to learn and explore. She allowed her hands to glide down her sister’s back until they were cupping the child’s pert little ass through her shorts.

Gabby moaned as Kelly ran a finger through the cleft between her cheeks. “That feels sooooo good,” she whispered. “You’re the best big sister ever.”

“The best ever…?” Kelly teased, busy placing tiny kisses on Gabby’s chin, her jaw, her neck.

“Well, yeah! I mean, you’re teaching me such cool stuff.” Suddenly Gabby raised her head. “Hey, guess what I did today!”

Right then, Kelly wasn’t too keen on playing guessing games with her sister – she wanted to make out. Gotta be patient, though. “I give up. What?”

“Today, while I was down in the basement with Pam… I taught her how to kiss! Just like you did with me!”

“No kidding! Did she like it?”

“She LOVED it,” Gabby replied, looking a bit smug. “Not only that – while we kissed, we touched ourselves!” She made a face. “We didn’t get to finish, though. Ali came down to get me after Mom called, so we had to pull our pants back up.”

Kelly playfully mussed her little sister’s hair. “Poor kid. You can touch yourself now, if you want.”

“Well, um… there’s something else I’d kinda like to try. Remember when me and you kissed the first time? You said that doing that would be even better if we…” She trailed off.

Kelly felt herself light up like a Roman candle inside, but kept her expression neutral. “If we what?”

“Um, you know,” Gabby mumbled, suddenly unsure of herself.

Kelly pretended to think for a moment, then replied, “You mean, if we take all our clothes off first?”

“Yeah!” the nine-year-old exclaimed. “Can we do that?”

“You really want to?” Kelly asked, still trying to seem casual.

“Yeah, please! I really do,” Gabby said, getting up on her knees.

“Okay, then,” Kelly said. Rising to her feet, she stood for a few heartbeats, gazing affectionately at her little sister. The fantasy she’d entertained ever since returning to the world was about to become real.

Gabby watched wide-eyed, heart pounding as Kelly took her socks off, then took hold of the hem of her blue t-shirt, slowly tugging it upward. As her older sister’s breasts came into view, Gabby began to remove her own clothes. First, she reached up under the long t-shirt and pulled her shorts off.

Unfastening her jeans, Kelly shoved them down to her ankles, then carefully stepped out. She picked up the jeans and folded them, well aware that her sister was watching. Now all she wore was a pair of green cotton panties.

Gabby pulled her shirt off and let it drop to the floor, all but hypnotized by the sight of Kelly slipping her panties down and off.

Now naked, Kelly turned to her sister, all smiles. Gabby clumsily pulled off one sock, then the other, finally wriggling out of her white underpants.

“Nice,” Kelly murmured, studying the nude little girl. Padding over to the bed, she lay down and sprawled out, parting her legs. Gabby shivered as she stared at Kelly’s smooth slit, now slightly open.

“You… you’re so pretty,” Gabby breathed.

“C’mon, sis,” Kelly said. “Let’s have some fun.”

Trembling with excitement, Gabby crawled back on top of Kelly, nestling in the preteen’s embrace.

“Does this feel good?” Kelly asked, rubbing noses with her sister.

“Mmmm, yeah!” Gabby said. “Um, okay, so… let’s do what we were doing when we had our clothes on!”

Without a word, Kelly kissed Gabby, pushing her tongue into the child’s mouth. Gabby gave a little squeak of surprise, but recovered quickly, meeting Kelly’s passion with her own.

They kissed for a long, beautiful while. Kelly could feel her little sister’s heart pounding against her own chest. She began to fondle Gabby’s ass, caressing the taut globes – so firm, yet so amazingly soft.

Kelly let her fingers stray into the cleft between, lightly stroking the warm pucker of her baby sister’s anus. Gabby was squirming a bit, working her smooth vulva against Kelly’s tummy.

After a minute or so of this, Gabby broke their kiss to pant, “This – oh, wow, this is s-so nice. I didn’t know it felt good to – to have someone touch your butthole.”

Placing a few tender kisses on the nine-year-old’s ear, Kelly whispered, “D’you wanna keep doing this? Or can I do something extra special… something that’ll make you come?”

Gabby thought about it for a moment, then said, “Make me come.”

Kelly rolled Gabby onto her back, then knelt beside the girl, resting a hand on her belly. “I’ve never done this before… at least, I don’t think I have. So tell me if I do anything you don’t like. Okay?”

“Okay,” Gabby said. “Um, what are you gonna do?”

Bending down, Kelly gave Gabby a brief but ardent tongue kiss. Gazing into her sister’s eyes, she said, “I’m gonna make love to you.”

Gabby’s mouth fell open. “You mean… we’re gonna have sex?”

“Well, yeah. Unless you don’t want to.”

“Are you… do you like girls, Kel?” Gabby asked. “I mean, like like them?”

“I do,” Kelly replied.

“So you’re a, a lesbian, huh?”

“I am, yeah, but… y’know something, Gab? I think you might be gay, too.”

Gabby’s eyes grew huge. “Me?” she squeaked.

“I mean, you and Pam are sort of like girlfriends, right? Just today, you taught her how to kiss, you’ve touched each other’s pussies… and it’s not as if you care that much about boys, right?”

Gabby pondered her big sister’s words. “Holy cow,” she breathed. “I… I thought me and Pam were just having fun!” She stared at Kelly. “I dunno, maybe one day I’ll want a boyfriend… but you’re right, I like girls more.” She gave her sister a bashful grin, “So – so you really want to m-make love to me…?”

“I sure do,” Kelly answered, taking Gabby into her arms.

After a moment’s thought, Gabby slowly nodded. “Then you can.” She closed her eyes, parting her lips ever so slightly.

Kelly knew what the girl wanted. She moved in to kiss her sister yet again, her tongue darting into Gabby’s mouth for an instant before she began to nuzzle her way downward, trailing kisses along the softness of the nine-year-old’s neck.

“Oh,” Gabby moaned. “Ohhh.”

Continuing her journey, Kelly reached the plain of Gabby’s chest. The girl had no breasts yet, not even the first swellings – but her nipples were pink and enticing, like strawberry candy. Kelly teased one with a flick of the tongue. Her sister gasped, then that trailed off into a whimper as Kelly took the tiny bud into the heat of her mouth and began to suck.

“So good. Oh, so nice…”

Kelly coaxed the left nipple to stiffness, then did the same to the right one. The scent of Gabby’s skin was exquisite – warm and sweet, just the way you’d expect a little girl to smell.

Hungry to explore the rest of her sister’s body, Kelly moved downward, leaving a trail of tender kisses along the way. She buried her face in the amazing softness of Gabby’s tummy, pausing to savor the moment. She’s perfect, absolutely perfect. I’m so in love with her.

But Kelly couldn’t linger. She had one tune left to whistle, one bridge to cross.

She stretched out between her sister’s thin legs, marveling at the beauty of Gabby’s slit – a gently curved cleft with a hint of rosy labia; a spring flower soon to bud. The aroma was similar to that of her own, yet enticingly different.

Kelly took a long, deep breath of it, then looked up at her sister. “Do you know what I’m gonna do now?”

“I – I think so,” Gabby said in a tiny voice.

She’d heard whispers about oral sex from her friends at school, and discussed it with Pam, both of them wondering what it was like to have your kitty licked. It seemed like a distant fantasy, something that wouldn’t happen to either of them until they were going out with boys… and that seemed like an eternity away to nine-year-old Gabby. She didn’t even like boys that much.

Now she was on the verge of experiencing that pleasure for the first time, and it wouldn’t be some smelly, bratty boy doing the licking – but her sweet, beautiful sister, who she loved more than just about anything.

Gazing steadily into Gabby’s eyes, Kelly parted her lips, extending her tongue to lightly trace the child’s opening with the tip.

“Ooooohhh!” Gabby exclaimed.

Kelly quickly raised her head. “You can’t make a lot of noise, sis. We don’t want Mom to catch us!”

Gabby hastily clamped a hand over her mouth, and a satisfied Kelly returned to her work. She took several longer, deeper licks, then paused to savor the first taste of a young girl’s pussy. It was even nicer than she’d hoped, with a sharp tang like some mysterious fruit.

Wanting more, Kelly fastened her mouth to Gabby’s vulva, pressing her tongue into the snug opening. The tart flavor was even stronger inside, and Kelly sucked at the juicy cleft while probing it.

Gabby stared sightlessly at the ceiling, lost in the most incredible feelings, so good that words could barely capture them. It’s like I’m made of light, and I’m shining. Shining! She felt warm and tingly all over.

Pausing in her licking, Kelly raised her head. “Is that okay, Gabs? Should I do anything different?”

The nine-year-old’s reply was to lie back and spread her legs further apart, then she drew her knees up to her chest, locking both arms around them. “Just like you’re d-doing now,” Gabby gasped. “It’s… oh gosh, it’s perfect, Kelly. Keep licking, please. I, I love it!”

Kelly smiled at her little sister. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy… I could look at it for hours.

“Yeah, but don’t just look,” Gabby pleaded. “Do it to me some more!”

“I can see your sweet little butthole, too,” Kelly said. “So… you like me licking you?”

Oh, yeah,” Gabby replied with an emphatic nod. “You – you’re not gonna stop now, are you?”

“Only if you want me to stop,” Kelly said.

Gabby giggled. “No. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“Okay, cutie… but I have to do this first.” Crawling alongside Gabby, she bent to kiss her sister on the mouth.

Gabby hesitated, then met Kelly’s tongue with hers. The kiss tasted different this time, and she was quick to figure out why. Wow, her mouth was on my kitty, now she’s kissing me with it. I guess that’s okay, or she wouldn’t do it. Hmmm, it tastes kinda nice…

The younger girl was still holding herself open, and Kelly quickly returned to where she’d been, lying between Gabby’s legs. She claimed the warm, wet slit with a lover’s kiss, the same way she’d done with her sister’s mouth.

Settling in, Kelly took her tongue on a grand tour of Gabby’s cunt, licking up and down through the little girl’s labia until it began to drip with honey.

Kelly let the tip of her tongue linger at her sister’s tiny clit. She licked it a few times – drawing a gasp with each swipe of the tongue – then went back to tracing Gabby’s little pussy lips, coaxing out the nectar.

But there was more exploration to be done. Kelly’s next stop was the nine-year-old’s bottom. She licked up and down through the crack, then circled the rosebud with the tip of her tongue. When she heard Gabby moan, Kelly pressed her tongue against the tiny puckered hole, seeking entry.

“Oh, Kelly… I love you forever and ever,” Gabby breathed as Kelly drew back and popped a finger into her mouth. Once it was wet, she placed it against her sister’s anus, then carefully eased it into the warm snugness of her rectum.

“Ohhhhhh… oh, wow, that feels so weird,” Gabby moaned. But when Kelly paused, the younger girl quickly added, “I like it, though – d-don’t stop!”

Once her finger was buried up to the third knuckle in Gabby’s ass, Kelly returned to her little sister’s clit, taking it between her lips. The girl would soon be approaching orgasm, and Kelly was determined to make it an unforgettable experience. Hope you’re ready for this, kiddo.

She began to gently suck at the tiny nubbin, teasing it with her tongue, then started rolling her finger around inside Gabby’s bottom. Seconds later, her sister began to tremble, mumbling, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhhhhh…”

Soon, she was shaking all over, mewling wordlessly, then suddenly went rigid. A little squeak escaped her lips, an enormous shudder rocked her body, then another. Releasing her legs, the child clasped both hands over her mouth – and just in time, if her muffled cries were anything to go by. Small convulsions were racing through Gabby’s thin frame as she rode the crazy merry-go-round of her climax. Kelly kept nursing the little girl’s clitoris, that finger still wriggling around in her butthole.

“Stop!” Gabby blurted, pushing Kelly’s head away from her throbbing sex. “I c-can’t anymore…”

Sitting back on her haunches, the eleven-year-old gazed down at her panting sister. She sighed, a blissful smile on her honey-coated lips. Gabby’s cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed… yet somehow, she’d never seemed lovelier.

I guess sex does that to you, she decided. Especially if it’s your first time. Kelly had to laugh when she remembered that, far as she knew, it was her first time, too.

Gabby’s eyes fluttered open. “I love you, Kelly,” the girl murmured.

Playfully tousling Gabby’s hair, Kelly said, “I love you too, little sister.”

Gabby extended her arms. “Can I have a kiss, please?”

Kelly drifted into her sister’s arms, their mouths coming together. As they shared a hungry kiss, Gabby sucked on Kelly’s tongue and licked her lips and chin, purring with pleasure all the while.

Looks like she likes the taste of pussy, Kelly thought. That’s a good sign.

***

Downstairs, Linda’s coworkers had just departed. Linda gathered up wine glasses and put them in the kitchen sink, then went upstairs to check on the girls.

She felt a twinge of concern upon realizing that Kelly’s room was empty. Moving down the hall to Gabby’s closed bedroom door, she gave a single knock. “Girls?”

When Kelly called out, “Come in,” an image suddenly flashed in Linda’s mind: her daughters, completely naked and in a sixty-nine position, eating each other’s smooth pussies.

Linda shivered as she turned the doorknob and entered. She felt both relieved and ridiculous to see Kelly and Gabby fully dressed, stretched out on the carpet across from each other, playing Chinese checkers.

“Thanks for being so good while we had company, girls,” Linda said. Glancing at her watch, she added, “You can finish this game, but then it’s time for bed. Come kiss me goodnight.”

Gabby bounced to her feet, closely followed by Kelly. They each gave their mother a hug and a peck on the cheek, then returned to the game.

Linda studied her daughters for a moment as they played. Such wonderful girls. She blew them a kiss they didn’t notice, then turned to go.

Making her way down the hall, she chided herself. You’ve really got to forget this whole silly notion of Kelly coming on to Gabby, trying to initiate her into sex. Maybe Kelly hasn’t recovered her memory, but she hasn’t been acting oddly either, not anymore. 

Then again, is it really such a big deal if the girls experiment with one another? Entering her bedroom, then closing the door, Linda began to undress. It didn’t do any harm to Jan and me. In fact, the only thing I sometimes regret is that we stopped making love. It was the right decision, though. 

So why did Jan offer to share my bed on her last visit? And, damn it, why do I keep thinking about it… and wishing I hadn’t said no?

She brushed her teeth, thought about putting on pajamas, finally deciding to sleep in the nude.

Getting to sleep was a struggle at first. She couldn’t get Jan off her mind. I’ll bet she still looks great with her clothes off. I wonder what it would be like, making love with her again?

In the end, she masturbated herself to orgasm, buoyed by memories of sex with her sister. It was lovely, at least until that image of her daughters popped up again, the one of Kelly and Gabby engaged in mutual cunnilingus. The vision came to Linda mere seconds before she came.

Afterward, she lay quietly, feeling lonely and confused. Jesus, I need to get laid.

***

Kelly peered at the alarm clock on her nightstand: 11:10. Putting her book down, she quietly slipped out of bed. She was nude.

She’d masturbated to orgasm a couple of hours ago, but after sex with Gabby, touching herself wasn’t nearly enough to give the eleven-year-old what she craved. Her body pulsed with lust.

Kelly’s first real taste of lesbian lovemaking had whetted her appetite to a razor-keen edge. She longed to be fucked, to get hot and crazy with a cute girl – or a sexy woman. How can I make that happen? She gazed out the bedroom window, thinking it over, then smiled.

Making her way to the bedroom door, Kelly slipped into the darkened hallway – still naked, and on the prowl for adventure.

Coming soon… Chapter Five!

 

Pages From a Diary, Chapter 14

  • Posted on May 17, 2024 at 2:02 pm

by Rachael Yukey

I told Julie about my conversation with Mom as I got into my pajamas, trying to hide how unhappy I felt about having to go home the next day. It made me feel guilty, like I wasn’t being a good daughter. I think Julie kinda sensed my mood, though.

We got into bed, and she put her arms around me and held me. “I’m glad your dad is okay,” she finally said.

“Yeah, me too,” I said. “I was so scared when I thought he was gonna die. But… I’m not in a hurry for him to come home, either. Is that weird?”

Julie was silent for a long moment, looking up at the ceiling, then she turned to me.

“When I was eight, my dad went on a three-month tour of Europe,” she said. “Really famous band, big money, you know? He promised before he left that he was going to be home more after that, ‘cause of all the money he was gonna make. So it was just me and Mom in this apartment in St. Paul. It was summer, so I wasn’t in school.

“After Dad left, she started watching a baby who belonged to this lady downstairs, so the kid’s mom could go to work. She said having a baby to take care of would keep her from spiraling out—that’s what she called it when her depression got so bad she couldn’t think.”

Julie let go of me, rolled onto her back, and shook her head. “It didn’t work,” she said. “I think it made things worse… Mom couldn’t handle a little baby that always needed something. She’d get really frustrated and upset, and then she’d shut herself in her bedroom and lock the door. When that happened, I had to take care of the baby myself.

“Then one day, the baby got sick. He had a bunch of gunk in his throat and it was almost like he was choking on it, and Mom wouldn’t even answer the door when I asked her to come look. I didn’t know what else to do, so I went across the hall. We had a neighbor who was a nurse and worked nights, so I knew she’d be home. She turned the baby over, pounded on his back a few times, and he coughed a bunch of goop up, and then he was fine. But the nurse lady didn’t send me home. She gave me a snack, sat me down in front of her TV, and went into the next room to make a phone call. Guess who she called?”

“The… child protection people?” I ventured.

“The police,” she said. “And they brought the child protection people. A police officer came into the nurse’s apartment with a lady from social services, and they asked me a bunch of questions. Then I could hear Mom out in the hall. She was crying really loud, and telling them to kill her because she couldn’t stand to live anymore.” She gave a heavy sigh. “After they took my mom out, the lady showed up and got her kid. She thanked me for getting help, then left—I never saw her again after that. Then the child protection lady drove me down to her office. I had to answer a bunch more questions, then a couple hours later Grandma and Grandpa came to pick me up. I stayed at the farm till Dad got home.”

“He finished the tour?”

“No, I was only at the farm for a couple of days. Dad dropped out of the tour. The guys he was playing with were really cool about it—they flew in a guitar player from LA to take his place, and even canceled a show because the new guy couldn’t get there in time for it. Dad was gonna play that show because he couldn’t get a regular flight before it anyway, but the band said ‘No way’, and paid for an expensive private plane so he could leave right away. It’s the same band he’s going to fill in for again in a couple of weeks. But anyway—”

She drew in an unsteady breath. “It turned out Mom was tweaking that day… she was high on all kinds of stuff. I kinda thought she was using something, but I wasn’t sure. But here’s the thing, Mallory—why I’m telling you this story. I knew what would happen when I went to the nurse’s apartment. I knew she wasn’t gonna send an eight-year-old kid off on her own with a sick baby, and I knew Mom was gonna be in trouble. I did it to help the baby, yeah, but also because I wanted it to end, all the bad stuff Mom was going through. And when she went into rehab, part of me wanted her to be okay, but the other part was hoping she wouldn’t move back in with us.

“See, when they first took her I was thinking they’d make her all better, and then she can come back home and it’ll all be great – but then when it was just me and Dad I found out just how normal things could be—and how messed up it was before.” She fumbled for my hand. “Mallory, when Dad told me they were getting divorced and I was going to be staying with him—you know how you’re supposed to be all devastated and heartbroken when that happens? Me, I was relieved.”

She was crying a little now… soft, quiet tears. My cheeks were wet, too.

“So, you get how I feel.” I was surprised by how unsteady my own voice was.

“Yeah. You’re not weird, Mal. And don’t think you’re a bad daughter, ‘cause you totally aren’t.”

We held each other for a while. There was a tap on the door, and Lisa poked her head in. “Hey,” she said, “we’re going out for a little while. You two okay to be on your own?”

“Fine,” we said, almost in unison. That made us both giggle.

Lisa gave us her little bell-like laugh. “All right—sleep good, you two. If you need us, call Sean Fronning’s number. It’s right above the phone.” She winked, then the door closed behind her.

Julie put a hand on my cheek. “Just the two of us here—I don’t know about you, but I could use some cheering up,” she said in a low, playful voice. “What do you think we ought to do?”

I went from zero to horny in like half a second! Rolling on top of Julie, I pressed my lips to hers. This time, there wasn’t any slow build-up. I shoved my tongue right into her mouth, and the next thing I knew we were rolling around on the bed, grinding our hips together and moaning into each other’s mouths. It was like all the emotions that had just passed between me and Julie gave us this huge extra push.

Julie shoved her hands into my pajama bottoms and panties, squeezing my butt cheeks, then tracing the edge of my crack with the tips of her fingers. It felt incredible, like a blast of electric current running through me. I broke off the kiss and hugged her body to mine while her mouth found my neck, giving me little bites and nuzzles.

We rolled over again, and I yanked her nightgown way up, finding a smooth, naked backside waiting for me underneath. Julie saw my surprise and giggled. “I didn’t really think we were going straight to sleep, did you? Now give my ass a good squeeze and tell me you love me!”

A few dirty words had slipped out of my mouth since we’d been to Megan’s house, but it was the first time I’d heard one from Julie, and got me even more excited! I grabbed her backside—her ass, that is—and squeezed. “I love you,” I got out, and then we were kissing again, groping each other’s asses as our tongues danced.

Julie broke off the kiss. “I love you… and I love your ass!” she gasped.

She rolled us over once more so I was on top, jerked her hands out of my pants, and tugged hard on the bottom of my shirt. I sat up, took it off and flung it across the room. Julie shoved me onto my back and grabbed the waistband of my PJ bottoms, and I lifted my butt so she could yank them off, along with my underwear. Pulling her nightgown over her head, she let it drop to the floor, leaving us both naked.

Without even pausing for breath, Julie threw herself on me, attacking my chest. Her tongue and teeth were sweet fire, and I moaned aloud when her mouth closed over a nipple. I nibbled on her shoulder, because it was all I could reach with my mouth, reaching down to grope her ass again. I slipped my other hand down between her legs, finding and feeling her pussy. She was incredibly wet—I could feel moisture oozing from between her lips.

Julie gasped and shuddered as I began to rub her, moving my hand in a circular motion. She started kissing her way down my chest and across my tummy, pivoting her body around as she went. By the time she was nuzzling my belly button her knees were next to my head.

It was an awkward stretch to keep touching her pussy at that angle, but then I had a great idea. Taking my hand away, I tugged at Julie’s leg. She got what I was going for right away, and lifted her knee up from the bed so I could slide under her until my face was right where I wanted it. Grabbing Julie’s hips, I slid my tongue into her slit, then her mouth found my aching pussy. She nibbled on the lips for a few seconds, then started licking me. When her tongue flicked my clit, I thrust my pelvis up against her sweet mouth. Holy crow, was it ever amazing, licking and getting licked at the same time!

Julie came first, lifting her head just long enough to wail out loud. Then she went back to work on me, while I gently ran my tongue along her pussy lips, then dipped the tip of it inside of her.

Suddenly I felt my orgasm coming, hitting me like a runaway freight train. I was groping her ass, and found myself slipping my fingers deep into Julie’s crack. I don’t know where I got the idea to try that, but she sure didn’t mind!

Not much happened after that. Julie rolled off me and covered us both up with the blankets, then she kissed me and I drifted off. Silly me, I didn’t even think of getting back into my PJs. Guess I was more worn out than I thought.

***

When Julie’s alarm went off this morning, we were still naked and snuggled together. She smiled at me, I grinned back, and we were just about to kiss when there was a light rap at the door. It startled the daylights out of us, but we relaxed when Lisa poked her head in.

“You girls getting up?” she asked, a knowing grin on her lips. “Jason got paged out maybe twenty minutes ago, so I’ll drop you off for the A.L. bus on my way to work.”

“I think we’d better grab a quick shower,” said Julie.

Lisa snickered. “Might be a good idea.”

It was a good day in A.L. Megan came and sat with us at lunch, and we talked about getting together again at her place. I could feel myself getting wet at the idea, right there in the cafeteria! It’s funny to think that just a few weeks ago, I’d feel horrified and ashamed if something like that happened. I’ve come a long way since starting this diary, that’s for sure!

Julie and I were all laughing and cheerful on the bus ride back, but my spirits sank when I saw Mom’s Explorer waiting at the curb, Jason’s pickup parked right behind it. I’d known that was coming, but it still sucked.

As the bus pulled closer and came to a stop, I realized there was a man in the passenger seat, a man too tall to be Dad. I freaked out—could it be Mr. Belgarde? I grabbed my bag and ran for the exit before anyone else got out of their seat.“Mal… ?” I heard Julie’s alarmed voice trail off behind me.

But as I launched like a cannonball out of the bus, I realized the man sitting next to Mom was Jason Hanson. I came to a halt, feeling foolish. What the heck would I have done if it really had been Mr. Belgarde, anyway? Yell at them right out there in front of the school?

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked around to meet Julie’s concerned eyes.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I saw a guy in there with my mom, and for a second I thought—”

“It’s okay, Mal,” she said. “I get it.”

We crossed the street together, and as we approached our parents’ vehicles I decided that Jason and my mom having a conversation was a good thing. If they were friends, it’d probably make it easier for me to see Julie more often.

The passenger door of the Explorer opened, and Jason slipped out. “Talk to you later, Sharon,” he said. He turned to me; gave me a quick squeeze.“ It was good having you, kiddo, despite the circumstances. You know you’re always welcome, right?”

“I know,” I said. “Thanks for everything, Jason.”

I hugged Julie again, then got into the Explorer. Mom put it in drive. “I missed you,” she said as we pulled away from the curb.

I wasn’t sold on that, but nodded my head. “How’s Dad?”

“Okay. When I left he was out in his shop working on the combine head. He thinks he might be able to still get most of the corn in if it doesn’t snow too early.”

“Should he be working already?”

“The doctors think so. And he seems fine. Besides, it’s not like I was ever able to stop him from doing what he wants.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so we sat in silence for a moment. “About that talk—” I finally said.

The corners of her mouth quirked up. Real amusement; when was the last time I’d seen that on her face? I couldn’t remember. “So, you figure we’re going to have this conversation on the five-minute drive home? I think you understand more than you let on sometimes, and that means you know these things aren’t so simple.” She reached across the console and put her hand on my knee, giving it a pat.

“I swear I’m not blowing you off, Mallory. I owe you this. But I want to set a decent-size block of time aside for it. Here’s an idea. I need to go shopping in Alexandria on Saturday. Why don’t you ride along?”

“Sure,” I said, and that’s where we left the matter.

I didn’t see Dad till dinner, which was okay because it seemed like forever since I’d had the chance to practice piano. And believe it or not, Mom didn’t turn the TV on, not even once!

At the dinner table, Dad said he was proud of me for answering God’s call to action when he got food poisoning. Food poisoning! Sure. I knew perfectly well what Dad really meant. He was telling me we weren’t to talk about what really happened, not ever. But he was doing his best to be nice, so I smiled and took it with good grace.

After dinner I said I needed to do homework, but what I really wanted to do was get this diary caught up. And now, hours later, I finally have. Okay, then. Bedtime.

 

Nov 4, 2006

In the family movies you see on TV, after something scary like what happened to Dad, everybody is all huggy and affectionate and doing stuff together. Not the Kalvorneks. We’re more into pretending things never happened and going on just like before.

Well, I think Mom is trying a little. She baked cookies while I was at school on Thursday, actually asked me how my day was, and listened to what I said while I ate them. But mostly she’s gone back to watching TV all the time—sound familiar? So much for my piano practice! And Dad’s been working nonstop. We’ve had a couple of dry weeks and a lot of wind, so in another day or two he’s gonna start harvesting the corn that’s left uncombined. If he’s lucky, he’ll get it all before the snow hits.

Not that I haven’t been busy the last couple of days. I got a good start on my A.L. project—you know, the line drawings on the tree mushrooms. I’m doing the sketches on paper first, so I’m sure of what I want before I switch to a medium I probably can’t erase on. But I need to have something down on paper to show the art teacher next week.

I’m also using A.L. as an excuse to go to Megan’s house with Julie after church tomorrow, same as last week. This time we’ve already got it all worked out in advance with our parents.

I’ve only seen Julie at school since Wednesday, and I hate it. I miss her all the time after getting home from school, but especially when I’m alone in bed at night. I want to hold her and tell her I love her, and I want her to do the same to me.

Of course, that isn’t the only thing I want! If I start thinking about Julie when I’m lying in bed, it’s never very long before my hand is slipping into my underpants. I can’t help it; I want those hot, sexy feelings pretty much all the time now. Sometimes I can’t even wait until bedtime to touch myself.

I figured Mom had probably forgotten about her offer to take me along on her shopping trip this morning, or was hoping I would forget. I was trying to decide whether to mention it—but to my surprise, I didn’t have to. Mom was emptying the dishwasher as I walked into the kitchen in my PJs and before I could get a word out, she told me I needed to eat breakfast, get dressed, and be ready to leave in half an hour.

Mom likes to shop in the same town I go to for A.L. It’s about a 45-minute drive. I was kind of excited; she hasn’t taken me along in forever. We rode in comfortable silence for the first few minutes, then somehow, it got less comfortable. Mom kept glancing over at me, like she was working herself up to something. I decided I wasn’t going to help her with it, and just waited.

Finally, she spoke. “You know your dad isn’t an alcoholic, don’t you?”

“Oh, but Mom,” I said, a little too sweetly, “we talked about this at dinner the other day, remember? I must have had it all wrong… it was food poisoning.”

Realizing what I’d just done, I shut my mouth with a snap. What has gotten into me? Being smart with my parents is a one-way ticket to BIG trouble. But Mom just stared at the road in silence for a minute or two before she spoke again. Amazingly, she didn’t seem mad.

“He’s embarrassed,” she said finally. “Your father doesn’t want to face what happened, so he’s shutting down any chance of talking about it. And he certainly doesn’t want anyone else to know. Officer Felter and Chief Moen were kind enough to not be specific about what happened in the police report, so hopefully the real story won’t get around.”

She hesitated, then continued. “The point is, your dad is really ashamed of the whole incident, so he’s trying to pretend that it never happened. I think it’s best that you and I play along with that, but I want to make sure you understand that it’s not a regular thing for him, and I don’t think it’ll ever happen again.”

“You’re defending him,” I said, surprised.

There was another awkward moment of silence. “What’s going on with me and your father,” Mom finally said, “isn’t his fault.”

More silence. I knew she was waiting for me to break it, but I wasn’t about to. Once again, it hit me how upset I was at her.

“Look,” she said, “I know things haven’t been easy. I’m not happy, and that’s ruining everything… not just for me but for you. I’m hiding. Sometimes in the TV, sometimes in the church. And just lately—I’ve been hiding in the arms of another man.

“After I found out you knew about that, I spent three days sitting in the hospital trying to figure out how to explain it so you’d understand. It made me face a few things about myself that I didn’t understand before. I’m going to tell you all of it, and just hope you don’t hate me when I’m done. Are you ready to know the truth about your mother?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. For reasons I’m still not sure of, I was close to tears.

“The truth is, Mallory, that I’m a materialistic bitch. A materialistic bitch who let herself get pressured into a life she never wanted.”

My jaw dropped. I mean, my mouth literally just fell open; that’s how surprised I was to hear my mom say a swear word. It took me a few seconds to find my voice. “I don’t get it,” I finally managed to say.

“I always dreamed of having the good life,” she said. “Luxury cars, a beautiful house in a nice neighborhood, a big city filled with culture and activity, all that. Mind you, I didn’t expect anyone to hand it to me—I was going to go to college. Pick a field where I could make lots of money, and get all the things I wanted. My father—he saw things a little differently.”

I thought back to my Grandpa Darrell, who died a little over a year ago. He’d been divorced from Grandma Paulette for a long time before then, but I’d never quite figured out how that sour old man had ever gotten along with someone as bright and full of life as my grandma.

“Your grandpa—I know you didn’t like him much, Mallory. But he was different when I was a little girl. Fun. I don’t know what happened to change him. By the time I was in high school he was bitter and angry and couldn’t talk about anything without bringing biblical judgment into it. Your grandma didn’t like it, and they were fighting all the time. I was looking into colleges, and he told me he wasn’t going to pay for it. He said college is where girls learn to overthrow the church and lose their virginity, and a respectable young woman is supposed to find a godly man and marry him. I think if I’d done a better job standing up for myself, your grandma would have taken my side, but at the time I bought into most of it. I thought there was something wrong with me, and felt ashamed for wanting something more than a home and a family.”

“So… you didn’t want to marry Dad?”

She shrugged. “By then, I’d given up on college and was… in the market, I guess you could say. Your grandma told me plenty of times that I should slow down and make sure I was getting the life I wanted, but Mom was also in the middle of filing for divorce and… well, she was too distracted to be of much help. Your dad… he was a few years older than me, and he was on the verge of leaving town. He was working on the farm for his father, your Grandpa Brian…  and saving up to go to college. I wasn’t sure I was exactly in love with him, but I liked him. Also… well, your grandpa thought we were a good match. I knew my mom would be there for me, no matter what… but I was desperate to please my father. I think that pretty much clinched it. So we got married.”

“Wait, wait… Dad was gonna go to college?”

Mom smiled grimly. “The plan was that he’d get his degree in agriculture,” she said. “Then he’d get one of those government ag extension jobs until your Grandpa Brian was ready to turn the farm over to him. Now, see… I never really believed we’d be taking over the farm. Brian was healthy as a horse, or seemed that way… and I thought he’d be working the land for another ten, fifteen years. By then, we’d have built a life somewhere else, and your dad would have too many years towards retirement to walk away. Those government jobs have great pension plans, you know. So we got married two days after I graduated from high school, and your dad was supposed to start college that fall. Then, the first week of July, Brian had his stroke.”

I’d never met my Grandpa Brian. I knew he’d spent the last year of his life in a nursing home. Grandma Jeanette turned the farm over to Dad, got remarried two years later, and lives in Fargo. I don’t see her very often.

Mom continued her story. “It was never in doubt that your dad would take over the farm at that point,” she was saying. “It was written like… like the ten commandments. In stone. As soon as we were sure Brian was too impaired to keep working, Dan told U of M he wouldn’t be coming. Never once asked my opinion, or what I wanted. And to be fair to him, I walked into the marriage knowing he was planning to farm once his dad was ready to step down. I just thought it’d be so damn far in the future that I’d be able to talk him out of it.”

That was TWO swear words I’d heard coming out of Mom’s mouth since we’d started driving. I was trying not to die of shock.

“So that was that,” she went on. “At first, it wasn’t so bad. Things were pretty good between your dad and me, and he was making good money… of course, that was before crop prices tanked and fuel went through the roof. I started going to First Evangelical because that was his church, and made a few friends there. Two years later, you were born.

“Now… having you was really good for me, because by then, I was starting to get depressed. Most of my high school friends were in college, and they kept coming home with stories of concerts and parties and all of the other things about big city life I’d always wanted for myself. Once I brought up the idea of me going to college, and your dad shut THAT down in a big hurry. We could have afforded it in those days, but he wouldn’t hear of me being away for months out of the year when my place was at his side, starting our family. What was I gonna do? ‘Wives, submit to your husbands’… that’s what the Word says, so I felt like that’s what I had to do.

“Then you came along, and for the first few years you were my whole life. But at some point down the line… well, it stopped being enough. I never stopped wanting things that are forever out of reach for me. And I’ve started resenting everything that makes things that way. I resent the farm. I spend so much time at the church  to get away from the farm, but now I resent the church, too. I resent your dad, even though at the end of the day it’s not really his fault. He’s a good man, Mallory… we were just always a bad match. I’ve even caught myself resenting you, even though you haven’t done anything to earn it.”

Her voice broke, and a tear slid down her cheek. She quickly wiped her face and went on. “I’m miserable and messed up, Mallory. None of this is your fault. As for Brian Belgarde… it hasn’t been going on very long. But things are so messed up between your dad and I, and… a grown woman has needs. You’ll understand that when you’re older.”

I struggled to keep my face still. I understand more than she thinks!

Then an image popped into my head. I pictured Mom lying in bed alone, wearing only a pair of panties. Her eyes were filled with desire, her nipples hard. There was a damp spot on the front of her underwear.

I saw myself walking into the room, whispering, I know you have needs, Mom. Let me take care of you. You don’t need Mr. Belgarde. I can give you what you want.

I felt a sick sort of horror at where my thoughts were going… but at the same time, it excited me. A lot.

I gave my head a hard little shake to clear it. What the heck was I doing, dreaming up dirty fantasies about my own mother? Good grief! For the first time, I wondered if all the sex I was having was turning me into some kind of pervert.

Mom was still speaking. “And really,” she was saying, “it’s not about the sex. It’s… wow. I can’t believe I’m talking to you about sex.”

Just like that, she had my full attention again. She drew in a steadying breath. “Honestly, I don’t know how to talk about this with someone too young to know what it’s like…”

If she’d been able to read my mind right then, Mom would probably have fainted behind the wheel. These days, I bet I’m getting more sex than she is!

With a heavy sigh, she continued. “You know, sex has never been very good for me. I thought it might be different with Brian, because he’s everything I’m missing in my life. He’s passionate, he’s funny, and every summer he goes off on some kind of adventure. Brian’s seen a lot of exciting things. He tells me stories about them. He takes me to new, different places, and we don’t even have to leave the sofa to go there. So that part is good, but the sex… not so much. Not that it matters now, because it won’t happen again.”

“Not ever?”

“No. When Jason Hanson phoned me after what happened to your father… well, that was a wake-up call in more ways than one. We live in a town where everyone knows each other, and you can’t hide that sort of thing forever. I was a fool to think we could. Jason promised he wouldn’t tell anyone, but there’s no way he’s the only one who’s noticed. We’ve been lucky so far—anybody else who knows seems to be keeping it to themselves. But sooner or later…”

She shook her head. “I should never have let it happen in the first place. It’s not fair to you… he’s your gym teacher. And getting caught doing something like this in a little community like this, it can really blow up. Remember after the Hansons moved to town, that whole thing about Jason and Mrs. Carey? It’s all anybody talked about for weeks. And she ended up divorced… thank God there weren’t any kids caught in the middle of that.”

My mind had fixed on something else… what Mom said about sex not being very good for her. I had a sneaking suspicion… but we were getting close to Alexandria, and I needed time to think before asking any questions. Mom was opening up to me in a way she never had before, but I knew she would shut down in a hurry if I said too much.

I decided to stay on safer ground for the moment. “Do you think,” I asked, “that Jason is a bad person because of what he did with Mrs. Carey? I mean, I heard you and Dad talking about it and it sounded so… I don’t know…”

“Judgmental?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s easy to sit in judgment, Mallory… it’s a cheap way to feel better about yourself. But look at me; do I have any right to judge?” She was silent for a moment, then spoke up again. “This is something we haven’t really talked about, but I suppose I was close to your age when your Grandma Paulette had this talk with me. It won’t be too long now before you start having grown up feelings, and then you’ll understand a lot more about the things adult men and women feel and need. You’ll start wanting to be with other people in certain ways… but you’ll also learn all about how much those kinds of desires can mess up your thinking and make you do stupid things.”

Once more, I carefully hid a smile… a lot she knew! But now we were approaching the outskirts of Alexandria, and it was time to change the subject.

“So…” I said, “where are we going first?”

Soon to come: Chapter Fifteen!

 

Stranger in the Family, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 7, 2024 at 3:13 pm

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

As Linda walked along holding her sister’s hand, she felt a warmth that was more than the pleasant summer day. Linda felt alive again with the late afternoon sun on her face. Her precious daughters were walking ahead. She could hear them chat and laugh as they held hands.

It’s so nice to spend time with family, Linda thought. Poor Walt, it’s awful that he can’t be here now. At least Kelly is still with us, even if she’s still not quite herself. She and Gabby seem closer than ever, though. That’s a good thing.

Soon they were approaching a door that read Luigi’s Italian Restaurant. Racing ahead, Gabby pushed the door open, and the others followed her inside. An elderly man in a black suit with thick white hair and a rugged yet gentle face looked up as they came in. His dark brown eyes lit up as he saw Linda.

He came over and took Linda’s hands in his, “Ah, Linda. We have missed you. Such a bad thing, what happened. Walt, he was a fine man. How are you doing, then?”

“Just… carrying on,” Linda said, giving the man a sad smile. “You know.”

Luigi nodded. “Sure, I know.” He smiled at the others, including Kelly, who showed no sign of recognition.

“Hiya, Mr Luigi!” Gabby exclaimed, giving the old Italian a wave.

He knelt before her. “Ah, Gabby, my bellissima… would you like a table or booth today?”

“Oh, please, can we have our booth?” Gabby asked.

Luigi quickly glanced at Linda, who went a bit pale but gave a slight nod.

Rising to his feet, he led the family through the restaurant. “Yes, yes, of course. I put you in your booth by the window. When people walk by, they see all the malto bella women sitting here and they will flock in.”

Pausing to pick up four menus, Luigi led the family to what had always been Linda and Walt’s booth.

Kelly peered around at the dark wood-paneled walls, which were bedecked with old photographs, then she smiled at the sight of the long red-and-white checkered tablecloths. A Chianti bottle with a candle rested in the center of the table, and Luigi lit the candle with a flourish.

Once everyone was seated, Luigi handed them each a menu. “Gina will be your waitress tonight,” he said. Reaching for a large pitcher, he carefully filled the four water glasses. Turning to a woman in her early twenties with short, dark hair and a pleasing figure, he said, “Gina, you take extra good care of my friends.” He turned to leave, then paused. “Oh, and bring an order of garlic bread for my bellissima Gabby. Yes?”

“Yes!” Gabby answered, gleefully clapping her hands.

Gina introduced herself, then listed the specials for the evening. “Can I get drinks for anyone?” she added.

“Do I know you?” Linda said. “I feel like we’ve met.”

Gina laughed. “I’m one of Luigi’s granddaughters, working off my college loan.”

“That’s it,” Linda smiled, “You’ve got your grandmother’s eyes. She was a remarkable woman.”

“She was,” Gina said. “I miss her. So, um, to drink…?”

“I’ll have a root beer, please,” Gabby said.

Kelly looked up from the menu. “Um, iced tea.”

“How’s your Merlot?” Jan asked.

“We have Stags’ Leap Merlot. It’s been getting rave reviews,” the waitress replied.

Jan turned to her sister. “Sound good to you?” Linda nodded. “We’ll have a carafe, then.”

Gina nodded. “I’ll be right back with the drinks,” then made her way toward the bar.

Kelly was looking around the room. “What’s that thing?” she asked, pointing.

Gabby chirped, “That’s a jukebox. It plays music and has sparkly lights. C’mon, I’ll show ya how it works! Mom, can I please have some quarters?”

Linda fished around in her purse until she found some quarters. She handed them to Gabby, who led Kelly over to the vintage machine.

“That’s been here forever,” Linda said as she and Jan watched Gabby and Kelly looking at the list of old 45’s that the jukebox contained.

Gina returned, a trayful of drinks in hand. “I’ll be right back with the garlic bread,” she said, setting the glasses down.

Linda and Jan clinked their glasses together. At that instant a record began to play, and they both paused, staring at each other as Frank Sinatra sang, “As Time Goes By.”

“Our song,” Linda said. “Did you tell them to play that?”

“No,” Jan said, “How could they have known?”

Linda held up her glass. “To old times, Jan.”

“To old times, sis.” Jan said, and they touched glasses again.

The girls came back to the table as the garlic bread arrived, Gina took their dinner orders, then left with a smile.

As they each helped themselves to the warm bread, Linda spoke up. “Who picked that song out?”

“I did.” Kelly answered. “I liked the name of it. Why?”

Jan said, “When we were much younger, I took your mom to see a very old movie at the local college. Casablanca. A very exciting, very romantic World War Two movie.”

“I’d never heard of it or the actors, even,” Linda said. “It was in black and white, so I didn’t want to go.”

“But by the time it ended,” Jan continued, “Your mom was crying her eyes out.”

“It was so sad and beautiful,” Linda sighed.

“Anyway, that song plays a very important part in the movie,” Jan explained to the girls.

“It’s just kind of special to us,” Linda said, quickly wiping away a tear. “Well, we’ll always have that movie. Right, Jan?”

Jan refilled the wine glasses. She picked hers up and said, “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”

Linda smiled. They clinked glasses and drank while the girls looked at them, utterly mystified.

***

When everyone was done eating, Gina returned to the table. “Good job, ladies. No boxes for leftovers, I see! So… anyone have room for dessert? Some coffee, perhaps?”

Gabby’s eyes lit up. “Dessert? Yeah!”

Jan groaned. “Kids,” Linda mumbled, rolling her eyes. “Where in God’s name do they put it?”

Clearing the dishes away, Gina laughed. “I’ll bring the menu.”

Soon, Gabby was studying the dessert menu while Linda and Jan nursed the last of their wine.

“Y’know,” Kelly said, “that woman over there looks very glamorous. Her makeup and hairdo are just right. Fancy clothes and all that. Still, she’s not nearly as pretty as Gina.” She smiled at her mother and aunt. “But Mother, Aunt Jan… you guys are truly beautiful. Your beauty shines from within.”

“Aw, Kelly,” Jan said. “That’s so sweet.”

Linda raised an eyebrow, gazing in wonder at the daughter she didn’t seem to know anymore. “Thanks, hon,” she murmured.

“Mom, I’d like the cannoli, please,” Gabby said, looking up from the list of treats.

“Ooooh… they do have a marvelous cannoli here,” Linda said. “Well, I thought I was full.”

When Gina came back, Linda ordered two cannolis to split between the four of them.

After Gina brought their desserts, Kelly was watching the cute waitress as she walked away. “She’s really cute, huh? It would sure be cool to see her naked.”

“Kelly Luna!” Linda gasped. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” Kelly asked, frowning. She turned to her little sister. “Gabby, don’t you think Gina is pretty?”

Gabby shrugged. “Um, yeah… sure she is.”

“Do you think she’d still be pretty with all her clothes off?” Linda and Jan exchanged concerned glances.

“Sure!” Gabby replied, giggling at her big sister’s naughtiness.

“Aunt Jan,” Kelly said, looking back and forth from her to Linda, “There’s nothing really bad about going naked, is there?”

Jan was getting flustered now, almost as much as her sister. “No, not really… but there’s a time and a place for everything. And, young lady, this is not the time or the place for that kind of talk,” she said in a firm tone.

“Um, Gabby, let’s play some more records. Okay?” Linda said.

By then, the restaurant had become loud and busy. “It’s getting a little late,” said Jan. “We really should go. Why don’t you two wait outside? Kelly can stay with me while I take care of the check.”

“Yes, good idea. I could use some air,” Linda said. “Come on, sweetheart.” She led a slightly confused Gabby toward the exit, pausing on the way to say goodbye to Luigi.

As they left, Gina dropped the check off while on her way to another table with a tray of drinks. As Jan looked it over, trying to decide what to say to Kelly about her behavior, she noticed the girl was squirming in her seat, slouching a bit. What’s she up to now? Jan wondered.

Glancing back at the check, Jan hastily took out her credit card and then placed it on the little tray. Returning her attention to Kelly, she was taken aback by the eleven-year-old’s knowing smile.

Kelly spoke before she could. “Y’know, thinking about seeing Gina naked sure made my panties wet.”

With that, Jan instantly realized what Kelly had been doing a moment ago when she was making those odd movements: slipping out of her panties. Oh, no. NO.

Sure enough, Kelly produced a pair of blue cotton panties from beneath the table, dangling them from her fingers. “See, Aunt Jan? Right in the front..”

Shocked, Jan snatched the panties from the girl’s hand, stuffing them in her purse. Gina approached a moment later, and Jan wondered if she – or anyone else, for that matter – had seen what Kelly did.

Gina didn’t seem to have seen anything unusual. She picked up the credit card and check and said, “Be right back.”

“Kelly, my God – I don’t know what to do with you,” a flustered Jan said.

Kelly just smiled. “What would you like to do to me, Aunt Jan?”

Jan gaped at her niece, trying to formulate some sort of reply and failing. Which, I’m sure, has nothing whatsoever to do with how fucking turned on I am right now. Jesus, she looks so much like Linda did at that age… I’ll bet she tastes every bit as sweet, too.

Just then, Gina returned with the receipt. “Thanks so much for coming,” she said. “You ladies have a lovely evening.” With a warm smile, she walked away.

Jan put down a generous tip and signed her name. As she slipped the credit card back in the wallet, then returned it to her purse, her attention was captured by the sight of those cute blue panties. I swear, I can actually smell them. 

While Jan wasn’t looking, Kelly wrote Call me, Gina! on the back of the slip, along with her phone number and name, accompanied by a little heart. She put the pen down just in time, an instant before Jan glanced up at her.

“Okay,” Jan said, “let’s go.”

She needed to have a serious chat with Kelly, that much was true… but right then, Jan was at a complete loss. In all her years studying and practicing psychiatry, she’d never encountered anything like this.

Once outside, the four of them set off for home. It felt good to be walking off the large meal. This time, Jan and Linda walked in front with Kelly and Gabby following.

Kelly whispered to Gabby, “Watch this.” She took a couple steps ahead of Gabby, looked over her shoulder, then tugged up the back of her dress to expose her bare bottom, which she shook at her sister..

Just ahead, the adults heard Gabby gasp, “Kelly!”

Jan and Linda quickly looked back – but there was nothing to see. Gabby was giggling and her cheeks were a bit flushed, but that was all.

Kelly flashed her sister a few more times on the way home. When she did, Gabby kept silent, unwilling to spoil this exciting new game. Once, Gabby even pulled up the back of Kelly’s dress herself, wanting another glimpse of her sister’s bare butt, and Kelly just smiled.

Gabby was having a wonderful time. She got to look at Kelly’s bottom over and over again, and the sight of it was giving her that weird thrill she liked so much. It was the same feeling Gabby got when she and Pam took off their clothes and touched between their legs while watching each other. It’s that new word I learned, Gabby thought. Masturbate. And Kelly touches herself down there too! SO cool.

***

Back home, Jan and Linda went indoors to unwind with another glass of wine. Kelly and Gabby wandered into the back yard to enjoy the twilight, serenaded by the music of chirping crickets.

“I liked that a lot, Kelly,” said Gabby.

“What?” Kelly asked. Then she grinned. “Oh… you mean seeing my bottom, huh?”

“Yeah.” Gabby said, looking around the yard. Certain that no one was watching, she said, “Do it again, okay?”

“Okay.” Kelly agreed. This time, instead of just flashing her ass, she pulled her dress up and over her head. Now she was nude except for her socks and sneakers, holding the dress in one hand and smiling at her little sister.

“Whoa!” Gabby exclaimed in a whisper as she walked around her sister, taking in every inch of her bare body. She could make everything out in the dimming light of the evening. Much as she liked looking at her big sister’s beautiful bottom, now she could see the front part too.

Gabby was having that hot crazy feeling again, stronger than ever before. Her sister was so pretty with no clothes on! Gabby liked everything she saw. Kelly’s titties were just beginning to show, and she had a girly shape around her hips and waist. Gabby was interested to see that Kelly’s kitty wasn’t very different from hers, a smooth, slightly pouting cleft. Guess she hasn’t started growing hair down there yet, she thought. Who cares, it’s nice like it is.

“This is so cool, Kelly,” Gabby gushed, “I can see your kitty!” She shook her head, awed. “I mean, wow, you’re bare naked outside and, and everything. This is so wicked!”

“You think it’s hot, huh? Me taking my clothes off outdoors?”

“Yeah.” Gabby said as she squatted down, wanting a closer look at Kelly’s private places. “But really, I’d like seeing you naked anywhere.” She felt strangely restless, unsure what to do with her hands. “Hope I get to be as beautiful as you when I get older.”

They heard Linda call out, “Girls! Come inside, now – it’s getting dark.”

Startled, Gabby jumped to her feet. Kelly pulled her dress over her head and wriggled back into it. “Don’t worry, sis.” she said. “Mom can’t see us back here.”

God, being naked is even more fun than I thought, Kelly told herself as they made their way indoors. And I love how Gabby is so much into looking at me. She liked it a lot when we kissed, too. But can I get her to do more than that?

Once inside, the girls played a board game with the adults. When the game was over Linda looked at the wall clock, then said, “Time for bed, girls.”

Saying their goodnights, Kelly and Gabby went upstairs. A few minutes later, Gabby padded down in her pajamas to give her mommy and aunt a hug and a kiss apiece before heading up to her room. Kelly didn’t come back.

“Think I’ll turn in, too,” Linda said, standing. “Let me get you some blankets.” She fetched bedding from the linen closet, then began to make up the couch.

Watching Linda, Jan felt old familiar desires stirring inside. It’s been so damned long, she thought. And I’m just tipsy enough to do something about it.

Rising to her feet, she moved over to where her sister was working and touched her shoulder. “I could just share your bed.”

Linda paused in mid-motion. She thought for a moment, then shook her head. “You put an end to that a long time ago.” Placing a pillow by the armrest, she turned to Jan, kissed her cheek and murmured, “Goodnight,” before making a quiet exit.

Jan watched her sister go. Yes, I did end it. But I had to.

Upstairs, Linda decided to check in on her daughters before turning in. After knocking on Kelly’s door, she heard her oldest daughter say, “Come in.”

As Linda turned the knob, she suddenly recalled how she’d walked in on Kelly when the girl was masturbating – but it was too late, the door was opening. A wash of relief passed through Linda to see that Kelly was only reading a book. She had the covers pulled up, but Linda noticed her daughter’s shoulders were bare. Is she wearing anything under those blankets? she wondered.

“Don’t stay up too late.” Linda said as she bent to kiss the top of Kelly’s head.

“Goodnight, Mother,.” Kelly said, giving Linda a warm smile.

Smiling back, Linda closed the door gently as she stepped into the hall, making  her way to Gabby’s room.

***

Downstairs Jan turned out the lights, then undressed completely, spreading her top out on the sofa to sit on.  She reached for her purse, opening it to take out Kelly’s panties.

Clutching them to her face, Jan breathed in their scent as she began to masturbate. Soon she was very wet and used Kelly’s panties to keep her pussy honey from getting on the sheets.

That little vixen Kelly… she’s practically daring me to fuck her, Jan thought. And I want to, damn it. God, she turns me on. And Linda. I’d give anything for us to be lovers again. 

She fingered herself harder, deeper. What a situation. I’m hot for my niece and my sister at the same time! And Gabby is so fucking adorable – no, DON’T go there. Think about Linda. How it used to be. How it could be again.

What if Linda let me share her bed after all, then Kelly came into her mom’s room and caught us together? Would she run away… or would she get naked and climb into bed with us? Oh God, that’s so fucking wild…

Jan jerked violently as a frenzied climax washed over her.

***

Gabby was restless, unable to fall asleep. Too much for her to think about. It was so nice, seeing Kelly with no clothes on. She gently toyed with the special, secret place between her legs.

But it wasn’t enough. Gabby needed the harder touches, the kind she liked to do when her friend Pam was watching. Pushing the covers to one side, she pulled her pajama bottoms down and off, followed by her underpants. Gabby turned onto her tummy and began to grind against her hand.

I wanna kiss Kelly again, that was the greatest! Wonder if she really meant it when she talked about us kissing when we’re both naked? She must have, or she wouldn’t of got undressed for me tonight. Bet she’d do it for me again if I asked. 

Those good feelings were growing, getting stronger.

***

Gabby’s door was slightly ajar, as it always was. She didn’t like it to be closed all the way. Linda was just about to enter, but froze when she heard the bed creaking slightly.

 

Hesitantly drawing closer, Linda peeked through the gap, stunned by what she saw. The bluebird-shaped night light was enough to reveal Gabby’s bare bottom, slowly moving up and down. It took Linda a moment to grasp the significance of what she saw.

She’s masturbating, Linda realized. She was rooted to the spot, unable to turn away. I wonder when she started doing that? I shouldn’t watch. But it’s such a lovely sight, my baby girl learning about her body.

Gabby’s buttocks suddenly began to tighten and relax over and over. She’s coming, Linda told herself. The child’s movements grew slower until she lay motionless. After a moment, Gabby pulled the covers over her bare lower half, settling in with a contented sigh.

Her mind in a whirl, Linda crept to her own room and shut the door. Quickly stripping, she stretched out  on top of her bed, not bothering to get under the covers. She began to touch herself, letting her hands roam everywhere within reach. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I haven’t masturbated since Walt died.

Linda slipped a hand between her legs, startled by the wetness she found. What’s wrong with me? I’ve seen both my daughters masturbate… and it turned me on! Then there’s Jan – did she really ask to have sex with me again, after all these years? I was tempted, too. If she’d kissed my neck or touched my ass, I might’ve let Jan have what she wanted.

This is crazy, Linda mused. Somehow, everything in my life is conspiring to make me think about sex!

As Linda masturbated, images of Kelly and Gabby touching themselves preyed on her, made her uneasy. But it wasn’t enough to make her stop. Unwanted thoughts elbowed their way into her consciousness, thoughts she couldn’t wish away.

From out of nowhere, a new vision emerged: she was still masturbating, but now Kelly and Gabby were watching, both of them nude. They were fascinated, eagerly watching, wanting to see Mommy make herself feel good.

Linda came hard, her breath hissing through clenched teeth. But each pulse of pleasure crashed against the icy, forbidding wall of her conscience.

She sobbed helplessly in the aftermath of her orgasm, feeling shame and disgust with herself. The sheets were now wet with her fluids, the pillow damp with tears.

***

In her room Kelly sat upright, eyes closed, hands resting on her thighs. The very air seemed to hum with sexuality. She drank it in, let it warm her. They’re all getting themselves off… and I’m making it happen. 

Those lovely sensations were building inside, taking Kelly where she wanted to go. She didn’t even have to touch herself. Closer… closer… there it is.

The girl’s mouth tightened as she came. She rode her orgasm to its peak, then slowly relaxed as ecstasy faded into a blissful glow.

Kelly’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. It won’t be long now. I can almost feel it. I’ll have Gabby first. Then Aunt Jan. And once the three of us are together, turning Mom should be easy. We’ll all be lovers. 

With a satisfied yawn, she slipped beneath the blanket and settled in, falling asleep almost immediately.

On to Chapter Four!

 

Pages From a Diary, Chapter 13

  • Posted on May 2, 2024 at 5:00 pm

by Rachael Yukey

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening; I’d thought the time Julie and I had fooled around with her dad’s girlfriend was a one-shot deal. But now here we were climbing the stairs with Lisa following close behind.

Leading Julie into her room, I guided her to the bed, pushed her onto her back, and pinned her down, straddling her chest. Once she was helpless, I started kissing all over her face and neck, avoiding her mouth for the moment. I took each earlobe between my teeth to nibble, and she shuddered, gasping for breath.

Finally, she broke free, grabbed my head with both hands, and brought our mouths together. As we kissed, her fingers wove their way into my hair, and I began to grind myself against her. Lisa was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching us with eyes wide.

Julie’s hands traced down my back to grab the bottom of my shirt, and she yanked it up and over my head. I tugged on Julie’s arms to sit her up. Off went her shirt! I began to kiss all over her chest, paying special attention to her nipples. She pulled me back down to the bed, and as we kissed some more, she cupped my backside through my jeans and gave it a squeeze.

I lifted my head to look at Lisa. Her face was flushed, her jaw slack. I rolled off of Julie and reached up to unbutton Lisa’s blouse. She didn’t say anything, just let me undress her, and when I had her top open she shrugged it from her shoulders. Julie was right there backing me up, sliding around to unclasp Lisa’s bra. I watched those beautiful breasts spill out for the second time, then reached out for them.

Lisa let out a long sigh as I cupped those smooth, soft orbs and gently massaged them. I slid my thumbs up to her nipples, and as I flicked them she sucked in her breath.

“That feels wonderful,” she said, her eyes opening to meet mine. “But why don’t you show me more of what you and Julie learned yesterday?”

Julie slid in beside me, and we put our arms around each other and met in a passionate kiss. I trailed my hands down the sides of her legs and up the backs of her thighs then caressed her butt through her leggings. Wanting more, I slipped my right hand between her legs. As I applied pressure to Julie’s pussy from behind she shuddered and moaned. From the corner of my eye I could see Lisa caressing her boobs and pinching her nipples.

I hooked my thumbs into the sides of Julie’s leggings and panties and shoved them down to her knees. Julie was kissing my neck again, squeezing and clenching my butt, so I ran my hands up the back of her legs to her bare bottom. I looked over at Lisa, who was stroking her belly, gradually moving closer to her pussy. Julie was going lower too, now kissing my upper chest.

“Like what you see?” I asked Lisa.

“God, yes,” she murmured.

Feeling bolder than ever, I told Lisa. “Take the rest of your clothes off.” Just then Julie’s tongue brushed across one of my nipples, and that last word came out as a moan. Julie looked up at me and giggled, then went back to what she was doing. Lisa’s eyes were huge, her mouth open as she stared at us. She likes to watch, I realized.

“Get naked,” I said, “and then I’ll eat Julie’s pussy. Would you like to see that?”

“Oh, my God,” Lisa moaned. She stood up, unbuttoned the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Julie raised her head from my chest as she turned to watch. Lisa pushed her panties down, then kicked them away with a flick of the foot. She was trimmed just like last time, with the rectangular patch of hair trailing down to completely shaved labia.

I lifted Julie’s head up by the chin, and we kissed. There was nothing subtle about it now. It wasn’t an ‘I love you’ kiss; it was an ‘I want you’ kiss.

I pushed Julie back down on the bed, then I was all over her, my mouth and hands everywhere. I started kissing my way down Julie’s body, loving every inch of her as I went. As I ran my tongue across her belly, my fingers were slipping up the inside of her thigh, then she grabbed my wrist and pressed it against her pussy. She was so wet!

As I slid my finger inside her juicy folds, Julie pressed upward against my hand as if she wanted me to go deeper. I heard a low moan off to the side and glanced over at Lisa. She was kneeling at the edge of the bed looking down at us, two fingers probing between her beautiful pussy lips, rubbing her clit with the other hand. I winked at her, she winked at me, and I turned back to Julie.

I flopped down on my belly between Julie’s legs and spread her lips apart with my finger and thumb, then slipped my tongue between the folds to find her clit. Meanwhile, I was using my finger to tease her entrance – and suddenly, almost on its own, it slipped inside – just the tip.

Julie gasped, and I froze. I looked up at her. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” said Julie, a little out of breath. “It doesn’t hurt… you just surprised me.”

I moved my fingertip in and out experimentally. Julie shivered. “Mmm,” she sighed. “I think I can get used to that.”

Lisa had moved closer, now lying on her side, head propped up on an elbow, her eyes riveted between Julie’s legs. I kept up an in-and-out motion, gradually working my way deeper as I went… I kept expecting to find some kind of resistance inside. Julie and I had read all about the hymen on the internet… but she didn’t seem to have one.

I looked over at Lisa. “Shouldn’t there be something, um, stopping me from, y’know, going all the way inside?” I asked, feeling sort of embarrassed.

“It’s not like that with everybody,” said Lisa, patting my shoulder. “Sometimes the hymen is really fragile, sometimes it’s not there in the first place, and some girls break theirs while riding their bikes or doing gymnastics.”

By then my finger was in her up to the second knuckle. She was much tighter than Megan, but still there was no resistance, and Julie was pushing back against my hand every time I went deeper.

“You like that?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh,” she panted.

“You want me to finger-fuck you while I eat your pussy, just like I did with Megan?”

“Yeah,” Julie gasped.

Suddenly I realized what had just come out of my mouth. I’ve NEVER said the F word before, and there was an adult in the room! I looked up at Lisa, wondering if I was about to get scolded. Instead, she smiled at me. “Do it, Mallory,” she whispered. “Fuck her good.”

I slid my finger in deeper—it was easier now— and slowly moved it in and out as my tongue found Julie’s clit. I picked up the pace, thrilling at the sound of her ragged breathing.

I wanted to touch her inside, that special place Megan showed me the other day. She went crazy when I did it, so I was hoping it would have the same effect on Julie. Pushing my fingers into her, I pressed them against the inside top of her vagina, and she wailed. Soon she was moaning with every breath, squirming and twisting on the bed. Finally, she came with a scream, bucking against my face like she was trying to ride me.

As her breathing slowed, I slid up alongside and held her close. She kissed me, I kissed her back with my tongue.

Then I heard a small moan. I looked over my shoulder at Lisa. She was still stretched out on her side and watching us, still rubbing between her legs. NOW, I told myself.

I rolled away from Julie and towards Lisa, who I pushed onto her back before she knew what was what. I started kissing her neck, and she didn’t stop me, so I put my hand on her arm, the one she was using to touch herself, and moved my fingers slowly towards her wrist.

The next thing I knew, Julie was kneeling on the bed just above where Lisa lay, stroking her hair and nuzzling her forehead. My hand was resting over Lisa’s, moving along with her, and I was placing soft kisses around the edge of her mouth. I wanted to give her a real kiss, but instinct told me to wait.

Suddenly Lisa’s eyes met mine, and her hand paused in its motion. “Girls… Mallory… I…” She seemed uneasy, maybe about to break away and flee the room.

That moment seemed to last forever, but I think it was just a few seconds. “Oh, fuck it,” she said. Her free hand encircled my head and she pulled me close, mashing my lips against hers. Lisa’s tongue darted into my mouth, and she began to move her hand again. I let my fingers slide right over the top of hers, moving back and forth between her slick, wet lips.

I went lower, teasing the entrance for a moment before slipping two fingers into her. She arched her back, her mouth breaking away from mine. “Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed.

Getting an idea, I pulled my fingers out, and took Lisa’s hand from between her legs. She stared at me like I’d just snatched her favorite toy away. “Mallory, what on earth…”

I laid a finger across her lips. “Wouldn’t you rather have your pussy eaten while you get finger-fucked?”

She flashed me a wicked smile. “Do you want to eat my pussy?”

“Kind of,” I said, “but l already got to do that today. I think it’s Julie’s turn.” I looked up at my friend. “Want to eat Lisa’s pussy, Julie?”

Julie spoke not a word, just slipped around behind me to nestle between Lisa’s legs. Her fingers traced the swollen outer lips as she began raining little kisses around Lisa’s belly and upper thighs. Then she slid two of her fingers into Lisa’s pussy, and buried her mouth in the juicy folds.

I knew what I wanted and went for it, exploring Lisa’s amazing boobs with my lips and tongue. When I sucked a rock-hard nipple into my mouth, that seemed to drive her over the edge. As she came her whole body shuddered, and she squeezed my butt through my jeans with both hands, so hard it almost hurt.

At that point I was so turned on I couldn’t wait another second! I reached around behind and put my hand over Lisa’s, trying to push it further between my legs. I sucked on one of her nipples and then the other, dimly aware that I was making little animal noises.

“Mmm, I guess somebody really likes my tits.” Lisa teased, still a little out of breath.

Me, I couldn’t talk. I was too busy working my butt back and forth against her hand. I guess Lisa got impatient with rubbing me through my clothes, because she suddenly pushed me back so I was on my knees, then deftly unbuttoned my jeans. Julie helped, tugging them down with my panties. I laid down on my side and finished taking them off. Lisa knelt before me, putting those awesome breasts of hers right in my face.

I buried my face in them. Lisa reached around me again to grope and squeeze my butt. I guess that’s the part of my body she likes the best. It felt amazing, but I wanted to feel that hand between my legs.

Turned out that Lisa had an even better idea. “Spread your knees apart,” she said. I scooched them out a little.

“Now, Julie,” said Lisa, “can you lie on your back with your head between Mallory’s legs, and…”

“Got it!” Julie exclaimed in that excited squeal I love so much. She disappeared behind me, and the next thing I knew her head slid between my legs, and she was grinning up at me. “Mal, can you come down a little? Let me lick you.”

I slowly lowered my hips until my pussy was almost touching her lips. She dug in, going totally wild on me with her mouth. I moaned, “Oh, wow,” gripping Lisa’s shoulders as the sensations raced through my body, pressing my face against her chest. Holy crow, I love her tits! That’s what she calls them, and I decided that it’s a much sexier word than “breasts,” or “boobs.” Anyhow, I kissed and sucked them, taking one nipple into my mouth, then the other.

It didn’t take me long to come, and with a blissful sigh I collapsed into Lisa’s arms.

Afterwards, we lay together for a while in a cozy three-way tangle, swapping kisses and caresses every now and then.

I finally sat up and had a good long stretch. “Omigosh, that was SO good.”

“Yeah, it totally was,” Julie agreed. “Mal, you just about drowned me when you came!”

“I thought you guys might like that,” Lisa said. “It’s what we call sitting on someone’s face. Do you like getting licked that way, Mallory?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I replied. “I like your tits, too.”

Lisa chuckled. “Maybe you two should grab a shower, then get to bed,” she advised. “School tomorrow, y’know. Me, I’m going to get into a sexy nightie, slip into bed and wait for Jason. Maybe I won’t even bother with the nightie.”

“Uh, don’t you wanna take a shower?” asked Julie.

“Oh, heavens, no! I’ll tell Jason I got so horny thinking about him that I couldn’t wait to get off. Men love that kind of thing. It’ll give him a little ego boost, and I’ll get better sex out of the deal.”

“Urghhh! Too much information!” Julie exclaimed, briefly covering her ears. “Have fun, I guess.” She reached out to Lisa. “G’night. Thanks for joining us.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, believe me. Goodnight, girls.”

She kissed Julie on the mouth… a long, juicy, passionate kiss. Then she did the same with me. Without another word she gathered her clothes up from the floor and disappeared from the room.

Julie and I made our way to the bathroom and took a shower. We got ourselves cleaned off, then started making out. We didn’t do anything major, just kissed and held each other, trading smug little smiles. Without even talking about it, we’d worked together to get Lisa into bed with us, and I realized we’d done the exact same thing with Megan the day before. Did it have to stop there? Was there anyone else we’d like to have sex with? I wondered if Julie was thinking the same thing, then decided it was a question for another day.

We got into our pajamas and slipped into bed, where we shared a goodnight kiss before settling down. Julie fell asleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow. I wanted to stay up and see if I could hear Jason and Lisa having sex, but passed out before he got home. Oh, well… maybe next time.

***

Somebody was shaking me awake. “Mal… hey! C’mon, Mal. Mallory!”

A blurry face—Julie’s. I rubbed my eyes, looked again, and she was a little less blurry. I glanced over at the clock on her dresser—6:02. “Jeez,” I muttered, pushing myself into a sitting position, “do you always get up this early on school mornings?”

“Nope,” she said, “just exciting ones! It’s Halloween, and when I woke up, I realized you don’t have your costume. We’d better go talk to Dad.”

I rubbed my eyes again. Leave it to Julie to be all bouncy at six in the morning! I tried to piece together what she was telling me. Halloween. Hmmm, okay. Party at school. Costume. Supposed to wear one. Now I was getting it. Not that it mattered; I don’t have a Halloween costume. My parents are Evangelicals and as far as they’re concerned Halloween is a celebration of evil. There’s a little party at the church on the evening of October 31st to give the kids something to do while their friends from school are out trick or treating.

“It’s okay,” I told her, “I don’t have a costume. We don’t celebrate Halloween.”

“Well that’s no fun! You’ll be the only kid in the class without one! I’ve got to do something about this. You’d better get up!” She ran out of the room before I could point out that I’m the only kid without a costume EVERY year, and I’ve kind of got used to it.

I rolled out of bed and got into some clothes, thinking that if I was gonna be there another night, I’d have to go home for more stuff. I got myself downstairs. I could hear Jason and Julie’s voices from the kitchen, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Someone was in the shower—must be Lisa, I thought. I pictured water cascading down her naked body and dripping off of those wonderful boobs—no, tits, I corrected myself. I pushed that thought away and headed for the kitchen.

Jason was pouring batter into a waffle iron, and Julie was talking to him so fast the words were tumbling one over the other. Putting the batter cup down, he turned to her and held up his hands. “Whoa, easy!” he said in a mild tone. Julie didn’t even break stride. “Julie!” He said, louder this time, “Stop talking. Good morning, Mallory.”

Julie fixed me with a sour gaze. “What’d you get dressed for?” she wanted to know. “We’re going to find you a costume.”

“Now hang on,” said Jason. “First off—Mallory, do you want to wear a costume?” I realized suddenly that I did, so I nodded. “All right, that’s step one,” said Jason. “Okay. Now, Julie, you are going to finish these waffles and I am going to step out into the garage for a second. And try not to hyperventilate, huh?” He handed Julie the cup he was using to pour batter into the waffle iron and left the kitchen. Julie started chattering again, going on about Halloween and the party and how she just knew her dad would come up with something. I sat down blearily in a kitchen chair and let her talk.

Just as Julie was getting the last waffle out of the iron, Jason came back into the kitchen. “Bring that plate of cakes into the living room,” he said, “and we’ll see what we’ve got.”

I helped Julie get all the breakfast stuff carried into the living room. By this time Lisa was out of the shower, dressed, and curled up on the couch. She gave me a bright smile as I entered the room with a gallon of milk in one hand and the plates in the other.

A couple of minutes later, we were all seated at the table with full plates. As we dug in, Jason started unloading the contents of a plastic storage tote onto the floor between bites.

“Here we go,” he said. “Some of Julie’s old Halloween stuff. It’s from a year ago, but you’re shorter than she is, so it might be all right.” He’d laid out stuff for two separate costumes on the floor; one for a witch and another I wasn’t sure of.

“Julie had one costume for school and another for trick or treating last year,” he was saying, “so you have options. And since she wore these when we were still in St. Paul, no one at your school has seen them yet.”

“What’s that one?” I asked, pointing to the mystery pile.

“Oh, that was my undead mermaid!” Julie exclaimed. “It was SO cool! I’d wear it again if the dress still fit. Wanna be an undead mermaid, Mal?”

“Sure,” I replied, figuring the witch costume would most likely get me in bigger trouble with my parents.

It’s a good thing Julie got me up so early; the mermaid costume took forever to put together. The dress was designed to make me look like a fish, billowing out around my feet in a pretty good imitation of a tail—that was simple enough. But then there was this woven material that went over my shoulders like it was supposed to be a fishnet. Julie ran out across the street by the railroad tracks to get a big bunch of long grass to weave through it. That took a long time, but it actually did look a little like seaweed.

There was supposed to be a fishhook stuck in my hair to look like it was lodged in my head, but the hook was missing. Jason went back to the garage and came back with a hook he’d been using to hang stuff from the ceiling. It turned out to be too heavy to put on top of my head, so Jason tied some rope on it to look like fish line, and it went around my neck instead.

Then Lisa went to work on my hair. She got it all wild and tangly, then put makeup on my face to make me look gaunt and pale. She used red and black makeup to add some cuts and bruises, and finally a big gouge in my neck right at the tip of the fishhook.

Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I had to admit it was convincing. By then, Julie’s enthusiasm had rubbed off on me. This was fun!

Julie’s costume was simpler. She was going as a Viking warrior princess, and she’d already made the costume with Lisa’s help. She had body armor, a spear that was legit a little scary-looking, and a helmet with horns. Jason got some pictures of us together before we headed out the door.

I hadn’t seen anybody at school since my dad went to the ER, but I knew there had to be rumors going around. Fortunately all the Halloween hubbub kind of pushed it to the background, and although I noticed a few people sneaking looks at me, nobody asked any questions right away. With one exception. Megan was waiting right inside the main door when we walked in, and she ushered me and Julie down the side hall towards the utility room. She wasn’t wearing a costume.

“Hey,” she said. “Cool costumes. Listen, Mallory… there’s all kinds of stories flying around. Everyone knows the cops and the ambulance were at your place Sunday night, and that your dad went in for something, but only the EMTs and the police know what it was and they ain’t talking. Then you didn’t show up at school yesterday. You all right, girl?”

I’d thought Megan was going to ask for all the juicy dirt, but she just wanted to know that I was okay. It was a simple concern, and I was surprised to find myself about to burst into tears over it. I fought those feelings back—I didn’t want to spoil my makeup!

“Yeah,” I said after a second to pull myself together, “I’m okay. Dad will be, too. He’s still in the hospital, though.”

“You don’t have to tell me about that if you don’t want to,” she said. “I’m curious, but it’s none of my business. I just need to know you’re okay.”

“He drank too much whiskey,” I told her. “Julie’s dad called it alcohol poisoning.”

“Holy shit,” she said, shaking her head. “I didn’t know your dad drank.”

“Me neither,” I said. She hugged me, and I had to fight back tears once more. We promised to catch up with each other later, and headed off to class.

I got a lot of compliments on my costume, which I totally loved. I’m used to always being in the background, and it felt good to be noticed. We had recess in the gym because of the weather, and Cindy Moen asked me about what happened on Sunday. It was her, me, Julie, and two other girls. She didn’t ask in a mean way, but I realized I really didn’t want to tell the entire story with so many people around. I just told them my dad got so sick he fainted and had to go to the hospital, and I was relieved when they accepted that.

“Was it scary?” Emma Fronning wanted to know. “Did you have to call 911 and everything?”

“Yeah, I called 911,” I told her. “And it was pretty scary.”

We started talking about other things, and I felt satisfied with how I’d handled the situation. What I’d told the girls would get around, and hopefully put a damper on any crazy rumors.

The weirdest part of the day was gym class with Mr. Belgarde. He only had us doing easy exercises and stuff so no one would have to run or jump around in their costumes, but it was the first time I’d seen him since I found out he and my mom were having an affair. I wasn’t mad at him, exactly… it was just weird in a way I can’t explain. I noticed about halfway through class that he was avoiding looking at me. He must have known that I knew. Yikes!

After school Julie and I hoofed it back to her place. The wind was blowing, it was way chilly, and we were a little surprised Jason hadn’t come to pick us up. As we got close to the house I saw why—Grandma Paulette’s car was parked outside.

I was kinda worried. My grandmother doesn’t go to our church, but would she be upset at me for wearing a Halloween costume? There was nothing for it but to walk through the front door and hope for the best.

Grandma was sitting on Jason’s couch, and he was across from her in his recliner. They were holding cups of coffee and in the middle of laughing about something as we walked in. Grandma looked up at me, blinked, shook her head, and looked again. She burst out laughing.

“Mallory, girl,” she choked out, “that’s just frightful! I didn’t recognize you at first.”

She rose gracefully to her feet. Grandma is a short woman in her fifties, her once-blond hair now mostly gray. But she’s still slender and strong. As I shrugged off my coat she came over to hug me, then held me at shoulder length, looking me up and down. She laughed again, then took me by the hand and led me over to the couch, Julie trailing behind.

“I’ve been waiting nearly twelve years to see you dressed for Halloween,” Grandma said as we both sat down.

I had to ask. “Um, this doesn’t bother you, then?”

“Heavens, no, girl. I’m tickled. Just because your mom and dad have you going to that fool church that hates fun, it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I guess you don’t like it either, since you’re getting all gussied up the moment your folks are out of town.”

I was positively flattened. I’d never heard Grandma criticize my parents before, or our church. Guess I always assumed she worshiped the same way we did.

She turned her eyes to Julie. “You’d be Julie, then. I’m Paulette… Sharon’s mom.”

“How do you do,” said Julie in a small voice. There’s something very firm and confident about my grandma that can sometimes intimidate people till they get to know her.

Jason seemed at ease, though. “Your grandma came by to see how you’re doing and if you need anything, Mallory,” he said. “Julie, why don’t you go find something for the two of you to snack on?” Julie scampered.

Grandma put a hand on my knee. “Officer Felter told me you kept a smart head on your shoulders the other night,” she said, “and Mr. Hanson here was just telling me the same thing. Good for you. How’re you holding up?”

“I’m okay,” I assured her.

Julie came back into the room carrying a big bowl full of grapes and set it on the table. Grandma popped one into her mouth. “Mallory,” she said, “it makes sense for you to stay here till your folks get back… after all, the school bus doesn’t run by my place. But is there anything you need?”

“Just to run home and get clean clothes,” I told her. “Besides that, I’m good.”

“I’ll drive you there,” said Grandma. Jason opened his mouth to speak, but she held up her hand. “Yep… you’d be happy to do it,” she said. “I know. But you’re taking care of my granddaughter right now; let me do this much. And then I’ll come back after dinner and take these two young ladies trick or treating… or to the church party, if that’s what they want.”

“No, you’ll stay for dinner,” said Jason. “Although I admit it’s embarrassing to invite a beautiful woman to dinner and not have flowers…”

“Oh, stop that!” Grandma was laughing uproariously. “Don’t make me tell that young lady of yours you’re flirting with me!”

So Grandma drove me home, where I grabbed two more changes of clothes. Then we came back for dinner. Lisa was home by then, and Jason’s beef brisket was ready, so we all gathered around the table to eat.

Jason and Grandma had quickly become fast friends. They spent the meal pretending to flirt with each other, and Lisa made a big show of pretending to have her feelings hurt. We were in stitches the whole time.

After dinner, Grandma and Lisa took us trick or treating while Jason stayed home to pass out candy. It was my first real Halloween, and it was so much fun! By the end of the evening we were both freezing our butts off, but we got back to the house with huge bagfuls of candy.

After Grandma said her goodnights, hugged me and left for home, Julie and I took a shower. This time we didn’t fool around, but she did help me wash all the goop off my face.

As I emerged from the bathroom, all wrapped up in one of Julie’s bathrobes, Jason beckoned me over to the phone. “It’s your mom,” he said.

I took the receiver from him. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hello, honey,” she said.

“How’s Dad?”

“There’ll be one more night of observation,” she said. “If nothing changes overnight they’re releasing him first thing tomorrow morning.”

“So, he’s really going to be okay,” I said. My first reaction was relief… then I realized it meant I would be going home, and that bummed me out in a big way. I remember Julie telling me that she loved her mother a lot, but she’s better to visit than to live with, and it dawned on me that I feel the same way, only with me, it’s BOTH my parents. I didn’t want to go back.

“It looks that way,” Mom was saying. “So, things should be back to normal soon.”

Back to normal. Back to the way things were. I could already see it coming; they would both pretend like nothing had happened and go on exactly like before, and where was the happy ending here?

I decided to push a little. “You said we needed to talk about things.”

She sighed heavily. “We do,” she said after a long silence. “But not over the phone with other people around. I promise we’ll make time for just the two of us, very soon. I’ll explain everything to you, or at least I’ll try. Until then, it’s probably best to not talk about any of it and…”

“You mean you don’t want Dad finding out.”

Another sigh. “Yes, Mallory… that IS what I mean. I’m trying to be as honest with you as I can. Give me a chance to make you understand, and after that, if you want to tell him I won’t try to stop you.”

Now I was the one who didn’t know what to say. Mom was talking to me like I was almost an equal, and that had never happened before. Was it possible that things could be different this time? It seemed like too much to hope for.

It took a few seconds to find my voice. “O… okay, Mom,” I managed to stammer.

“All right, then… I’ll drop by the Hanson place to get your clothes and things, then pick you up when the A.L. bus pulls in.” She paused. “I love you, Mallory.”

“Love you, too,” I mumbled. We said our goodbyes, and I hung up. I stared at the phone, telling myself not to expect much from Mom and Dad. They’ve let me down so many times before.

Julie had gone upstairs to get her PJs on while I spoke to Mom, and now I was alone in the living room with Jason.

“So… good news?” he said.

“Yeah,” I replied, trying not to let my disappointment show. “Guess I’m going home tomorrow. G’night, Jason.” I retreated up the stairs.

On to Chapter Fourteen!

 

Stranger in the Family, Chapter 2

  • Posted on April 21, 2024 at 1:41 pm

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

Linda did her best to make everything seem normal in her home after Kelly’s return from the hospital. But that was the very problem – nothing was normal, not anymore. Her oldest daughter had no real idea who she was. Kelly had no memories of her late father or the family dog, both killed in the same lightning storm that had stolen her past. She couldn’t remember her mother Linda or her little sister Gabby, even though she was home and living with them again. For the eleven-year-old, life had begun when she awakened in a hospital bed.

Kelly often found herself wondering about her previous life. What she felt like now seemed right to her somehow, though she sensed that her other self had been very different. The world was a mystery to the girl, one she hoped to solve, given time.

On Saturday after lunch, Linda had news to impart. “Aunt Jan is coming over today, girls,” she said with a smile for her daughters.

“Aw, cool!” Gabby exclaimed. Turning to Kelly, she said, “You’ll like Aunt Jan, Kelly… she’s the best!”

“I need some time to straighten up before Jan gets here,” said Linda. “Gabby, how about taking Kelly over to Cheryl’s to…” She paused, searching for the right word, then shrugged and said, “Well, to meet them, I guess. Kelly, I’m hoping that if you spend time with people you knew before, it just might help you to remember again. Okay, honey?”

Kelly said, “Yes, Mother, I understand.”

Jumping up, Gabby seized her big sister’s hand. “C’mon, Kelly! It’s nice out. We’ll walk over to Cheryl’s, and we can see if you know them or not.”

Kelly couldn’t resist the little girl’s enthusiasm. Off they went, little Gabby whistling a happy tune as she marched toward the front door. She was wearing faded denim shorts that fit well last summer, but were now a bit too snug. Kelly’s eyes were drawn to the nine-year-old’s cute butt as she followed.

Linda couldn’t help but notice that, once again, Kelly was checking out her younger sister. She sighed deeply, shaking her head when the door closed.

Gabby was chatting away about anything and everything as they made their way to Cheryl’s house. Kelly listened closely, studying the surroundings in this older but well-kept neighborhood.

When they arrived, Kelly realized that Cheryl’s home was directly behind theirs, though Gabby had insisted on going the long way around, reveling in her new role as tour guide. Backyard neighbors, Kelly told herself as they marched up the front steps.

Gabby knocked excitedly on the door, and an attractive red-headed woman opened the door, a big smile on her face. “Hi, Gabby!” she said, giving the child a quick hug, then turned to Kelly. “I’m Cheryl. I don’t suppose you’ll remember me, but that’s okay. You’re always welcome here.” She stepped to one side before Kelly could reply, beckoning them indoors. “Come in, come in!”

The girls entered. “Is Pam downstairs?” Gabby asked.

“She is… and waiting for you, I’m sure,” Cheryl replied, patting the girl’s shoulder. “Go right down. We’ll have cookies later.”

“Okay!” With that, Gabby whisked Kelly away, leading her down a flight of stairs to a basement playroom. There, they found nine-year-old Pam, Gabby’s best friend.

Introductions were made, then Pam said, “Wanna play Barbies?”

“Um…. maybe?” Gabby replied. She liked the idea, but didn’t know how her big sister felt about playing with dolls.

“You guys go ahead,” Kelly said. “I’d rather watch.”

Gabby seemed uncertain. “Are you sure?”

“Totally sure.” Kelly seated herself on a nearby sofa.

Soon the younger girls were engrossed in their game. Kelly watched with interest, occasionally joining in the conversation. She noticed that Pam and Gabby frequently changed the clothes on the Barbie dolls.

As they chatted, Kelly learned that Pam’s mother Cheryl was forty and had been divorced for nearly ten years. She also found out that Cheryl had a second daughter, sixteen-year-old Alicia. Just from listening, Kelly found out that Ali, as Alicia liked to be called, had her own room and bath.

Kelly paid close attention to Pam while the girls played, noting that she bore a distinct resemblance to Cheryl. Both were ginger and fair-skinned, with a smattering of freckles. They both have really nice asses, she thought. I’d love to see them naked.

She’d been having similar thoughts about Gabby. Her mother too, for that matter. There were lots of photos of women without clothes on the internet – even some of young girls – and Kelly enjoyed looking at them. But these seemed less and less satisfying of late. The women and girls in her everyday life, that was what Kelly really wanted to see – completely bare, letting her look at everything they had. She kept trying to picture Gabby and Pam in the nude.

After an hour or so, Gabby said, “Hey, I bet Aunt Jan’s here by now!” Getting up, she smiled at her friend. “Sorry, Pammy, but we gotta get back home.”

Kelly rose, too. “It was nice to meet you, Pam.” Taking the girl’s hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze. “I liked hanging out with you. Let’s do it again soon, okay?”

Something about the look Kelly gave Pam made the younger girl blush. “Um, sure!” she replied.

The sisters made their way back upstairs, With a brief goodbye and thanks to their hostess, Gabby her big sister out the back door, crossing through both yards to reach their home.

Bursting through the door, Gabby bounded into the kitchen, yelling “We’re hooooome!” then raced into Jan’s arms before her aunt could get to her feet. They shared a warm embrace, Jan enfolding the nine-year-old in her arms.

Yeah, I remember her from Mother’s photo album, Kelly told herself. What was it she told me about Aunt Jan? In her late thirties, a psychiatrist, never got married. Holy smokes, she’s even sexier than her picture.

While Jan spun a squealing Gabby around, still hugging her, Kelly compared the two sisters. Jan was nearly a head taller than Linda. Her body was tight and trim, as if she worked out regularly. Linda had a nice figure too, but softer, more delicate. Then there was little Gabby – so young and energetic. Kelly couldn’t decide which one turned her on more.

All three of them, Kelly decided.

These thoughts were interrupted by Jan carefully setting Gabby down. “Oh, my… you’re really growing up, Gabby. You’ll be spinning me around the room in a year or two!”

Then Jan turned to Kelly, their eyes meeting. “How about a hug for your aunt?” the woman murmured, extending her arms.

Linda gave her sister a surprised glance. She figured Jan would get a handshake at best. So she was flat-out astonished to see Kelly walk over and wrap both arms around Jan’s midsection, hugging her close.

Then Linda’s surprise turned to concern when she noticed her daughter’s hands lingering at the top of Jan’s shapely ass. At the same time, Kelly was resting her cheek against Jan’s soft bosom.

The girl’s expression was one of perfect innocence. Too innocent, Linda told herself.

Kelly seemed to hold the hug just a moment too long. Her eyes met Jan’s as she finally backed away, and she gave her aunt a look that shook the woman to the core. It was a deep, hungry gaze, the kind Jan knew from the lesbian bars she frequented. It caught her completely off guard.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aunt Jan,” Kelly said warmly. “Sorry I can’t remember you from before, but I hope we can really get to know each other now.”

Trying to conceal the shock she felt, Linda spoke up. “Jan wants to take us out to dinner. So in about an hour or so, I’d like you girls to go get cleaned up… and put on something nice, please.”

“Come on, Gabby,” Kelly said, turning to her little sister. Placing both hands on the girl’s shoulders, she steered Gabby out of the room, heading for the stairs.

Jan and Linda could hear Kelly say, “We’ve got lots of time to find something to wear. Tell you what – you pick something out for me, Gabby, and you can watch me try it on.”

Linda’s eyes widened in alarm. “Gabby!” she called out.

The nine-year-old’s head appeared in the doorway. “What’s up, Mom?”

“I… I need you to see to the vegetable garden. It’s your turn this week.”

“Aw, Mom… can’t I do it later? Me and Kelly were gonna pick out clothes for tonight.” Gabby pouted. Now Kelly could be seen, standing close behind her.

Linda gave her youngest daughter a stern look, and a sulking Gabby trudged over to the back door and went outside.

“How about hanging out with us for a while, Kelly?” Jan asked.

“I need to go up to my room for a few minutes, Aunt Jan,” Kelly said, hooking a thumb into the waistband of her shorts. “I won’t be very long. Then we can have a nice chat.” With a wink, she disappeared. The sound of her feet could be heard as she climbed the stairs.

Turning to Jan, Linda said, “Okay, that’s what I was telling you about. So… is it me? Am I crazy? Or is Kelly behaving like… like a horny high schooler?”

“Has she shown any interest in boys since this began?”

Linda shook her head. “No. Just girls… and women… and her nine-year-old sister, for God’s sake! She’s even been flirting with me, I swear. And you – I saw the way she looked at you just a minute ago!” She gestured helplessly. “You’re a psychiatrist, Jan. Tell me, what’s your take on all this?”

“Well… first, I need to know what you think, Linda.”

“Damned if I know what to think! You haven’t even heard the worst of it. I knocked on Kelly’s door yesterday afternoon. She told me to come in. When I did, there she was on the bed, completely nude, knees pulled up to her chest and masturbating. I left right away, but that image was burned into my mind.”

Jan tried to take that in stride – though all the while she was thinking, I can’t think of anything I’d rather have burned into my mind.

Linda continued. “Later I asked Kelly, why on earth did you invite me into your room while you were doing that? She told me that she didn’t care if I watched her – that she liked being watched. Keep in mind, this is the same girl who got horribly embarrassed when her skirt blew up at the beach last summer and we saw her panties for a few seconds.” She sighed heavily. “I’m at my wit’s end, Jan.”

“Tell you what… let me have a little chat with her.” Jan said, rising to her feet.

“If you think it will help,” Linda replied. “Thanks, big sister.”

“Hey – that’s what family is all about.” Jan turned and headed up the stairs to her niece’s room, nearly trembling with excitement.

She’d been grappling with sexual fantasies of her nieces for several years now, ever since seeing the girls sprawled out in front of the TV in nothing but panties. Jan kept stealing glances at their bare chests, their pert little bottoms.

Later that evening she fingered herself to a massive orgasm, caught up in a vision of licking Gabby’s bare slit while Kelly went down on her. Ever since then, Linda’s daughters had starred in more than a few of Jan’s wildest fantasies.

And now she’s flirting with me, for fuck’s sake! It took a lot to unnerve Jan, but Kelly’s behavior had thrown her off in a major way. Linda’s right, she told herself, drawing closer to Kelly’s room. Something’s definitely wrong with the girl… but what? I’ve never seen a case like this.

Bracing herself with a deep, calming breath, Jan knocked on the door. She heard her niece say, “Come in.”

Jan opened the door and froze. Oh, my God. I don’t believe this.

Kelly knelt on the floor. She was completely nude, holding a hand mirror between her spread legs and studying her bare slit in the glass. Without looking up, she said, “I still have my hymen, Aunt Jan.”

Still frozen in the doorway, Jan could only stare as Kelly continued. “Would you break my hymen for me? I don’t mean right now, but someday.”

From the moment Kelly laid eyes on her aunt, she recognized her to be gay. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but there was no doubt in her mind that Jan liked women. Maybe girls, too? Kelly wondered.

Jan felt faint as she closed the door and slumped back against it. Staring at her naked niece, she tried to remain calm.

“Kelly… why on earth would you want me to take your virginity? Shouldn’t you ask someone you really like to do that for you…?” Her voice trailed off as she found herself ensnared by the girl’s hazel eyes.

Kelly was smiling. “I really like you, Aunt Jan. I’m sure I loved you, before I forgot everything. I trust you, too. And you’re beautiful.” Rising to her feet, she stood before the woman, her body on open display. “It would make me really happy if you’d be my first.”

Her head swimming, Jan struggled to keep some semblance of control. “That’s a… it’s a very big thing you’re asking me to do, sweetheart. I – I’ll have to think about it, okay?”

Why are you telling her that? she admonished herself. Say no, you can’t do this – then get the hell out!

Instead, Jan took a hesitant step into the room, drawing closer to her niece. God, she’s beautiful. Even more than I imagined. “Have you, um, put your finger inside yet?” she asked.

“Only a little bit. It kinda hurts if I do more than that,” Kelly answered, looking up at her aunt, still smiling. “That’s why I was hoping you would help me. You’d be gentle, I bet.”

“I…” Jan was at a complete loss.

Taking a step toward the older woman Kelly asked, “Do you like seeing me naked, Aunt Jan?”

Jan couldn’t help but look the child up and down, thrilled in spite of herself by Kelly’s bout of exhibitionism. Her heart was still pounding, though, and it took everything she had to maintain a calm demeanor. “I’m not shocked, or bothered,” Jan murmured. “You are lovely, I will say that. Do you like being nude in front of others?”

“Long as it isn’t boys looking at me… or men,” Kelly replied with a shrug. “I don’t want them seeing me with my clothes off. I’m a lesbian. Like you, Aunt Jan.”

Startled, Jan blurted “How did you know that?” She’d never hidden her sexuality, but never advertised it, either. “Did your mom tell you I was gay?”

Kelly shook her head, still wearing that mysterious smile. “I just knew.”

“What about you, then? Have you… done anything with anyone?”

“Not yet,” Kelly admitted. “I looked around the internet… y’know, checking out different kinds of porn. Most of it was pretty boring. I couldn’t find what I really wanted to see.” She seated herself on the edge of the bed, her legs carelessly spread apart.

“What was that?” Jan asked, trying not to stare at Kelly’s smooth slit.

Still holding her aunt with a steady gaze, Kelly said, “I wanted to see women having sex with girls who were around my age. Especially moms doing it with their daughters.” She shrugged. “Oh sure, I found stuff that pretended to be like that. But it was all grownups. I couldn’t find any lesbians who were young, like me.”

Good grief! Jan thought, suddenly feeling dizzy. How could her tastes be so similar to mine? All those bootlegged DVD’s of women fucking little girls, so carefully hidden in my basement… they could’ve been made especially for her!

“It’s just as well you didn’t find anything like that, sweetheart,” she said. “That sort of porn is illegal to make, watch, or own.”

“That’s okay, ‘cause I found something else I liked,” Kelly cooed as she lay back on the bed, her legs still wide apart. “It’s this website full of stories. Nice hot stories about girls and moms and sisters, doing sex stuff with each other.” She began to lightly run a finger up and down the rosy cleft of her cunt. “Aunt Jan? Does it look like I’m touching myself the right way? I’m still learning how.”

Jan watched her niece Kelly masturbate for a moment. “There’s no right or wrong way,” she finally said. “One thing: you should concentrate more on your clit. Do you know where that is?”

“Sure do.” Kelly replied with a giggle. “I found that on the internet, too!” Spreading her labia open, the nude eleven-year-old teased her tiny clitoris, sighing with pleasure.

Jan was teetering on the brink of giving in to her hidden desire – climbing on the bed, burying her face between Kelly’s thighs and drinking from that pretty pink slit. She imagined tasting it, the tangy flavor of a little girl strong and sharp on her tongue.

No, I can’t. I can’t do this! Jan thought, now desperate to escape.

“Um, well, I’ll g-give you some privacy,” she stammered, doing her best to make a dignified exit, closing the door behind her, feeling her face grow hot when she heard Kelly giggle on the other side. God, this girl has me tied in knots.

Detouring into Linda’s bathroom, Jan splashed cold water on her face until her heart had slowed to its normal rhythm. Once she’d calmed herself, Jan descended the stairs to rejoin Linda in the family room.

“You’re right, little sister,” she began, “Kelly is thinking quite a lot about sex. Oh, and by the way, don’t refer to yourself as ‘crazy’ again, okay? We don’t use that word anymore.”

“Sure, sure,” Linda replied. “So… what did you two talk about?”

Jan studied her sister’s reaction as she shared a carefully parsed version of what Kelly had said and done in her bedroom a few minutes earlier. She didn’t mention the girl’s obsession with incest, but told her sister that Kelly had admitted to being gay, and how she’d touched herself while Jan was watching.

She was reassured to see that Linda wasn’t extremely upset, just concerned. And there was something else in her response that Jan couldn’t quite put a finger on, something that had her thinking, Is it my imagination, or is my sister a little turned on?

As they conversed, Gabby came in from weeding and watering the small vegetable garden. She went into the kitchen and washed her hands in the sink. Linda and Jan continued their discussion in a lower tone of voice, assuming that Gabby couldn’t hear them.

They ended the conversation a moment later as Gabby emerged from the kitchen. “Can I please go pick out my clothes now?” she beseeched.

“Sure, hon. And thanks for taking good care of the garden.”

“No problem!” the cute nine-year-old chirped, her perky self once more. She raced up the stairs.

Jan turned to her sister. “Linda, could I use your computer?”

“If you like,” Linda said, “But why use my old relic instead of that snazzy tablet you’ve got?”

“Oh,” Jan improvised, “It keeps crashing on me. Don’t know why I even brought the damn thing with me. Force of habit, I guess.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Linda said.

Jan made her way to Linda’s study, where she booted up the old tower. She searched the browser history, fairly certain that her sister never bothered to clear it.

After a couple of minutes, Jan’s suspicions were confirmed. Starting a couple of weeks after Walt’s death, Linda had been visiting erotic websites on a fairly regular basis. And while some of the porn she’d been consuming was heterosexual in nature, the vast majority of photos and film clips featured women loving women.

“In-ter-es-ting,” Jan muttered as she negotiated her way through the sites Linda liked to visit, nodding approvingly at her sister’s taste in women.

Linda told me more than once that she couldn’t imagine loving any man but Walt. Who knows? Maybe she meant that literally. 

Jan idly drummed her fingers on the desk as she pondered her sister’s situation… and what it might mean for them both. Does Linda even think about me that way any more? Does she miss what we used to have? 

She felt a steady throb between her thighs at the very idea of becoming her sister’s lover again.

***

“Come in.” Kelly said in response to the knock at her door.

Gabby entered to find Kelly wearing a cornflower blue sundress that came down past her knees. She had no idea that all Kelly wore underneath were sky-blue cotton panties.

“Huh,” Gabby said. “That’s just what I was gonna pick out for you to wear.”

Sitting down at the end of her bed, Kelly patted the spot next to her. Gabby sat down next to her big sister, giving her a big smile. “What’s up, Kel?”

“There’s something I’ve been wondering about, Gab,” Kelly said, taking the younger girl’s hand. “Um… was I a good sister to you? Y’know, before I lost my memory. Hope I wasn’t ever mean or anything.”

“No, you weren’t much different than you are now,” Gabby said. “You’re not as bossy, I guess. I think you’re more fun now, too.” Gabby looked down at her sister’s hand, resting on hers. “And this is nice. You wouldn’t of held my hand and just, y’know, talked with me like this before.”

That made Kelly smile, and she gave Gabby a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“There’s something else I was wondering. Did we ever get naked together or anything like that?”

Gabby giggled, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “There was this one time when you’d just got out of the shower and only had on a towel. And when I yanked it off you, you had a fit. That’s all I can remember.” She concentrated for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think we’ve seen each other with no clothes on since we were real little, taking our baths together.”

“When would that have been?” Kelly wondered.

Gabby shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe when I was four or five.” Looking down at her hands, she added, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked now. You’re really pretty!”

Kelly gave her sister’s hand a light squeeze. “Hey, when you were downstairs before, did you hear Mom and Aunt Jan talking about me?”

“Yeah,” Gabby answered. “They were being pretty quiet, too. Bet I wasn’t supposed to hear!”

“Hmm. What did they say?”

The nine-year-old scrunched up her face and thought for a moment. “They said you, um, master rate a lot? Something like that.”

“Master rate?” Kelly repeated with a grin. “I think they said masturbate, Gabby.”

“Yeah,” Gabby said brightly. “That’s the word. What’s it mean, Kelly?”

“You know,” Kelly said, “Playing with yourself.”

This time, Gabby’s face turned bright pink. Looking away again, she gave an embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, I know what that means.” She glanced up at her older sister. “Uh… do you do it a lot, Kel?”

“Yep,” Kelly said. “Do you? Are you sure you know what it means?”

“I do!” Gabby protested. “It means to touch between your legs. Um, right?”

“Right.” Kelly replied. “You ever try it?”

“Um, yeah… I just started a couple weeks ago.”

“Tell me more,” Kelly said.

“Well… my friend was talking about it, and she showed me how, and we do it together now,” Gabby said.

“Is that your friend Pam?” Kelly asked.

Looking a bit worried, Gabby was quiet for a moment before finally saying, “Yeah, but it’s a secret. You won’t tell on us, will you?”

“Of course I won’t,” said Kelly. “Sisters gotta look out for sisters. So, um… do you guys ever kiss?”

“Yuck! No way,” Gabby said, making a face. “We just watch each other.” With a nervous laugh, she leaned in and whispered, “Sometimes I touch her down there… and she touches me!”

“Well, that’s cool.” Kelly smiled. “But listen – kissing’s really nice too.”

“On the mouth? That’s gross,” the younger girl insisted, giving her head a defiant shake.

“How can you say that if you’ve never even done it?” Kelly asked. “You haven’t, huh?”

“Well, no.”

“How ‘bout this… let me kiss you. Just to show you what it’s like.”

“But – but you’re my sister! And a girl!”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Girls can kiss other girls, doofus. And so what if I’m your sister? Aren’t I s’posed to teach you grownup stuff?”

Gabby thought for a moment before shrugging. “Okay, I guess. But you gotta stop if I say stop!”

“Bet you won’t say it,” Kelly murmured, already drawing closer. She gently pressed her mouth to Gabby’s lips, allowing it to linger, then gave her a few more kisses, letting the love she felt for the girl flow into each one.

Kelly began to wander, kissing the corner of Gabby’s mouth, the lower lip, the chin. She could actually feel her sister’s resistance melting away.

Finally breaking away, Kelly carefully studied the younger girl’s face, pleased and thrilled to note that Gabby’s cheeks were flushed, her breath shaky.

When she realized that no more kisses were forthcoming, Gabby opened her eyes. “Um… are we done,  then?”

“That depends. Did you like it?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah, I did! You’re right, it wasn’t gross at all.” Gabby hesitated, then, suddenly shy, asked, “Could I have one more? Please?”

“I’ll give you all the kisses you want, sis.” Scooting backwards, Kelly stretched out on the bed, then reached out to her sister with both arms. “Lie on top of me.”

“Er, okay.” Gabby looked somewhat confused, but did as she was told.

Resting a hand just above her sister’s bottom, Kelly cupped the back of Gabby’s head as she moved in for a kiss… then another. These were soft and tender like before, but Kelly was impatient to go further. Extending her tongue, she traced a line along the child’s lower lip.

Gabby gave a little astonished gasp – and that was when Kelly went for broke, her tongue darting into the nine-year-old’s mouth.

Startled, Gabby nearly jerked away – but Kelly held her tightly, long enough for the younger girl to adjust to this new kind of kissing. A moment later, Gabby relaxed in her big sister’s embrace, a blissful moan escaping her throat.

A raw, heated rush of excitement surged through Kelly when Gabby began to respond, her tongue shyly emerging to play. She was hesitant at first, but soon the two sisters were kissing like lovers.

Eager to take things even further, Kelly allowed her hand to slide down until she was fondling Gabby’s tight little ass – cupping the tender cheeks, playfully squeezing them, trailing her fingertips through the cleft of the child’s buttocks.

She ached to reach lower still and touch her baby sister’s pussy, feel the warmth of it through those tight shorts Gabby wore, but thought better of it. Shouldn’t go that far just yet, she decided.

The girls were so caught up in their kissing that it came as a shock when Linda called them from the foot of the stairs. “Kelly? Gabby? Hurry up, you two – it’s nearly time to go!”

Gabby scrambled to her feet in an instant, then paused, as if deciding what she was supposed to do next, then gave a shaky laugh. “That scared me,” she said, placing a hand on her chest.

“So, little sister…  do you like kissing?” Kelly asked.

“Can we do it again some time?” Gabby replied with a hopeful smile.

Kelly laughed. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Of course we can. Whenever you like.”

“Can we kiss like we did just now?” Gabby asked shyly, “With me laying on you, and using our tongues and stuff. And – and you touching my bottom?”

“I’d love to.”

The child gleefully clapped her hands. “Thanks, Kelly. Wow, that was the best!”

Gazing into her little sister’s eyes, Kelly said. “Imagine this, then. You and me kissing like that, only both of us are bare naked.”

Gabby’s mouth went slack, and she stared at Kelly. For a moment she seemed about to reply, then finally mumbled, “I better go get dressed,” and hastened off to her own room.

Kelly watched her sibling move down the hall, satisfied with her accomplishment. Good job, she told herself. She’ll be thinking about that for days. And then there’s Aunt Jan. Sure, she was trying to play it cool, but I know she liked what she saw when I was naked.

Pausing at the mirror to brush her hair, Kelly made her way downstairs and sat in the overstuffed armchair. Her mother and Aunt Jan were relaxing on the couch with cups of coffee.

Kelly felt certain that they’d been talking about her. I wonder how much Aunt Jan told Mom about our little chat. Picking up a magazine, she idly thumbed through it, occasionally glancing up at the two women, always smiling when one of them looked over at her. Jan seemed especially restless, unable to keep her legs still. Bet that’s ‘cause of me, Kelly thought.

The tension was broken by Gabby thundering down the stairs and shouting, “I’m rea-dy!” She had chosen a yellow sundress very similar to the one Kelly wore. “Come on, let’s go. I’m starving.”

Wow, she looks good in that, Kelly told herself as everyone got up to leave. And she isn’t even trying to be sexy, she just is.

The restaurant was fairly close by, so they didn’t bother taking the car. As they walked in that direction, Gabby began to run ahead of them. Kelly soon caught up to her, laughing, “Hey, slow down, Turbo Girl!” she said. “The grownups can’t keep up.”

Gabby was beaming, in a giddy mood. “Thanks for being so nice to me, Kel. You’re the best big sister in the whole world.”

Without a word, Kelly took Gabby’s hand, and they walked on together.

A few yards back, Linda and Jan looked at each other, exchanging smiles at the sight of the two girls. Somehow they found themselves holding hands, too.

On to Chapter Three!

 

Pages From a Diary, Chapter 12

  • Posted on April 17, 2024 at 1:56 pm

by Rachael Yukey

I stood there in the front yard, shivering in the cold as I watched the flashing light of the ambulance vanish into the distance, taking my father away. Officer Felter slipped an arm around my shoulder and guided me back into the house. I was dimly aware of the sheriff’s deputy following along behind. Officer Felter sat me down on the couch, gently wrapped the throw blanket around me, then sat down and pulled me close. I wanted to explode into sobs, but for some reason I couldn’t cry.

She seemed to understand. “It’s the adrenaline letdown,” she told me. “In scary situations, your body dumps chemicals into your bloodstream to make you faster and more alert, but when it’s over and the chemicals disappear you get the shakes. It’ll pass.”

She looked up at the deputy, who was taking pictures of the overturned iron sunflower and the ruined coffee table with a digital camera. “Brad, would you mind emailing copies of those to our office?”

“Sure, no sweat,” he replied. “Are you getting a statement from the girl?”

“Yeah, and I’ll make sure you get a copy. You can clear the scene as soon as you get your pics. I’ll get Mallory here taken care of. Thanks for coming out.”

“Perfect,” said Brad the Deputy. He tucked his camera into a pocket, and stopped to ruffle my hair as he passed. “Way to keep your cool in a hot spot, kid.” He left.

I looked up at Officer Felter. “Statement?”

“It’s not a big deal,” she said. “I don’t need a ton of detail on something like this, just your description of what you heard, saw, and did. For my report. We can do this while I’m driving you into town. Why don’t you run up to your room and pack a bag for tomorrow? It’s fine if you just stay in your pajamas. While you’re doing that, I’ll call Lisa and tell her you’re coming.”

I trudged up the stairs, feeling like a robot. I pulled out my overnight bag and threw some school clothes into it, grabbed my backpack, and headed back down.

Officer Felter was standing near the entryway. “I called Lisa,” she said. “Ready to lock and load?”

“Sure,” I said. It came out flat and dull. I got into my coat and shoes, and we were out of there.

Once we’d pulled out onto the highway, Officer Felter asked me to describe everything that happened up until the time she arrived. I told her the story and was just finishing when we pulled up in front of Julie’s house. The porch light was on. The curtain was pulled aside, and I saw Julie’s face framed in the window. My Julie. What did I ever do without her?

“Thank you, Mallory,” Officer Felter was saying. “That should be everything I need. I’ll be in touch when they find your mother. She may want to leave you here and head straight to the hospital. are you okay?”

I gave her a small smile. “I think so.”

She leaned across the center console to hug me. I hugged her back, and realized my face was practically mashed against her enormous boobs. I wondered what they would look like without a shirt to cover them up, and felt myself getting all tingly. My God, I told myself, how on earth can I be thinking about a thing like that at a time like this?

Officer Felter let go of me. “So—your mom is staying with your grandma Paulette, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’m going to head out there right now. You did everything just right, Mallory. Try to get some sleep tonight.”

Sleep? I was about as wide awake as it gets. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard—12:43. Was it really almost one in the morning?

“Thank you,” I told her. “Thank you for everything.” I got myself and my bags out of the car and climbed the steps to the porch. The door opened, and Julie and Lisa were there. They took my bags and drew me in.

Suddenly I was crying. I hadn’t been able to before, but now it all came out in a flood. Gentle hands guided me to the couch. Arms enfolded me. I don’t know how long I sat there sobbing, but Lisa and Julie just held me and let me do it till I was done.

Finally my tears ran out, and I began to talk, first slowly and then with the words all coming out in a rush. I told them about seeing Dad stagger through the living room and realizing he’d been drinking a few nights before, and then about the whole scary mess that I’d just been through.

“I wonder if he’s even still alive,” I said finally.

“He probably is,” said Lisa. “I’m not an EMT, but I’m the person who processes all the reports and insurance paperwork for the city, so I know how these things usually go. From what Sandy Felter told me on the phone, they were breathing for him and he still had a good pulse when they got him into the ambulance, and Jason called for an intercept.”

“What’s an intercept?” Julie wanted to know.

“The volunteer service in town is just EMTs,” said Lisa. “The ambulance service in the town they’re headed for is staffed with professionals, and they have paramedics. A paramedic can do a lot more stuff than an EMT. So if someone is in big trouble, they get an intercept coming, and a paramedic will jump on with them. So If anything else goes wrong, your dad is right next to all of the equipment they need to do something about it, and with a medic to help him. The important thing is, there was an ambulance there before he stopped breathing entirely or his heart stopped. Because of you, Mallory. I think that makes you a hero.”

I didn’t feel very heroic, and suddenly I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I laid my head against the back of the couch.

The phone rang. Lisa got up to answer it. “Mallory,” she said, “it’s Officer Felter. She wants to talk to you.”

Suddenly there was a huge knot in my stomach. Feeling like somebody else was controlling my legs, I got up and took the phone from her. Despite the positive spin Lisa put on things, I was sure Officer Felter was going to tell me my father was dead. “H… hello?” I got out.

“Hi, Mallory,” she said. “It’s Sandy. Your mom isn’t where we expected her to be. Your grandma thought she was going home tonight, and has no idea where she is. I’ve called both her brothers, and they haven’t heard from her. Can you think of anywhere else she might be?”

My jaw moved a couple of times, but no words came out. Lisa and Julie were both staring at me with concern in their eyes. I gave myself a mental kick. Get it together, you idiot.

“I… I don’t know,” I said. “She dropped me off at home this evening, got a change of clothes, and drove away. I thought she was going back to Grandma’s.”

“Okay,” Sandy said. “I’ll let you know as soon as we find her. Bye now.” I hung up the phone. Lisa and Julie were looking at me expectantly. Was this night never going to end?

“Mom’s not at Grandma’s,” I said. “They don’t know where she is.”

“She’s probably just staying someplace else,” said Lisa, trying a little too hard to sound reassuring. “They’ll find her. Hey… there’s some chocolate mousse in the fridge. Who wants some?”

“Uh—shouldn’t we be getting to bed?” said Julie. “School and all that?”

“Neither of you is getting up at seven,” said Lisa. “So you get a day off from school. Besides, Mallory probably won’t sleep a wink till we hear some news. We might as well sit up till Jason gets back.”

That seemed to settle it. We ate chocolate mousse and watched some TV. I realized it was the first time I had ever seen that TV turned on. In my house, it’s on practically all the time.

Finally we heard Jason’s pickup pull up outside, and Lisa snapped the TV off. I watched Jason anxiously as he came through the door, already unzipping his bulky coat. I couldn’t talk.

“I’m not going to lie and tell you he’s in great shape, Mallory,” he said as he hung his coat on the hook. “But I think he has a good chance. He’s been intubated, and they’re flying him to Minneapolis. You saved his life by calling 911 as quickly as you did. Another five minutes might have been too late.”

“And that’s because he drank too much?” asked Julie.

“Correct,” said Jason, plopping into the recliner. “It’s called alcohol poisoning, kiddo. Near as we can figure, he put away most of a bottle of Jack Daniels in just a few hours. That’d be rough on a seasoned alcoholic, and I get the idea that Dan Kalvornek is not a habitual drinker.”

His eyes met mine. “I take it your mom is leaving you here while she goes to the hospital?”

“Actually, that’s another little problem,” Lisa piped in. “Sandy called awhile ago. Sharon’s not with her mom. Nobody knows where she is.”

Jason’s brow furrowed. He got up and went for the phone.

“Jason,” said Lisa, “do you know something?”

“I suspect something,” he said. “Gimme a minute.” His finger traced a list of numbers on the wall, then he dialed. He waited a long time, and then spoke. “Yo, Brian,” he said. “It’s Jason Hanson, and it’s urgent. Pick up the phone, man.”

Another long minute went by, then he spoke again. “Hey, man, sorry to wake you up,” he said. “And for horning in on your business, but we have an emergency here. Is Sharon Kalvornek with you?”

Now I could hear the other man’s voice, and it didn’t sound happy. Jason cut him off. “Okay—that’s a yes. Put her on the phone. If she says no, tell her I’ll send Sandy Felter out there, then it’ll be on a police report tomorrow and by Wednesday the whole damn town will know. If she does it my way, you have my word no one will hear it from me. Now come on, man… I wasn’t kidding when I said it was an emergency.”

There was another long minute of silence. My head was spinning; I felt like I was losing my mind. What was going on?

Finally Jason spoke again. “Hello, Sharon,” he said. “Look, I just gave Dan an ambulance ride to Lake Region, and he’s on a helicopter bound for Hennepin County as we speak. Alcohol poisoning. He…” he paused as if he had been cut off.

“Well, he sure did tonight, sister. Nearly a fifth of Jack Daniels in just a few hours. He’s lucky, if you want the truth. He made enough noise going down that Mallory heard it from upstairs, and she had the brains to check it out and to call 911 right away when she couldn’t wake him up. Otherwise you’d be receiving a phone call from the county coroner, not your friendly neighborhood EMT. Now look… I don’t care who’s doing what to whom, and nobody is going to hear any of this from me. You’re going to have to square this with Mallory yourself; she knows you weren’t where you said you were going to be, and where you were tracked down to. Just FYI. She’s at my house right now. But you’re probably going to want to get in your car and haul ass for Hennepin County. Mal can stay here for as long as necessary.”

There was a long pause; Mom must have been talking.

“That’d be ridiculous, Sharon. What’s a kid going to do… twiddle her thumbs in the waiting room? And how much school would she miss? Dan’s likely to be there for at least the next few days. Mallory’s no trouble, and we’re happy to have her. Now, I would advise you to move. If I’ve noticed you slipping your vehicle around the back of Brian’s cabin a time or two you can bet I’m not the only one, and the cops are hunting you up as we speak. Sooner or later either Sandy or Jeff is gonna talk to somebody else who can point them in the right direction, and the whole town is going to know where you were found in a day or two. It’s no skin off my ass, but the last thing Mallory needs is all the kids at school finding out that her mom spent Sunday evening with the gym teacher while her dad damn near drank himself to death. So go now, and I’ll get in touch with the cops and let them know that I found you. I won’t tell them where.”

Another pause. “Okay, no problem. Keep us informed, all right? Bye.”

He hung up the phone. Lisa started to speak, but he held up his hand. He plucked the radio from his belt and changed the channel. “EMS to law enforcement,” he said.

“Go for law enforcement.” Chief Moen’s voice.

“Sandy, you copying?” said Jason.

“Copy.” Officer Felter.

“You can call off the hounds; I found our missing person. She’ll be heading out for Hennepin County directly.”

“Copy that,” said the chief’s voice. “Where was she?”

“I promised not to say,” said Jason. “Doesn’t matter. She’s been informed. Their daughter will be staying at our place for the moment. Go home and get some sleep, guys… donut shop is closed at this hour.”

“My investigation of the donut shop is very serious business, and we shouldn’t be discussing it even on the local channel.” There was a hint of laughter in the chief’s voice. “Get some rest yourself, Jason. You did good work tonight.”

“I do try. Night, Chief.” He hooked the radio back on his belt.

“Brian Belgarde?” said Lisa incredulously.

Jason settled into his chair. “Yup,” he said. “I’m surprised Jeff didn’t know about it. There’s not much around here that gets by him.”

He looked towards me. My brain was finally coming to grips with what I’d just heard, and what it meant. “Maybe I should have sent you out of the room before I made that call, Mallory. But I can’t say that I’m sorry… I think after everything that’s happened tonight, you have a right to know the truth.”

There was a long silence. “How’d Tina do?” Lisa finally asked.

“All right,” said Jason. “Crappy one to have for your first call as a full crew member. She stayed calm and did what I told her… best you could hope for under the circumstances.” He turned towards Julie and me. “You two should probably crash,” he said. “To hell with school tomorrow; just get up when you feel like it. I’ll be here all day.”

Just then his pager went off, blaring something about a 62-year-old female vomiting and requesting transport to the hospital. An address was rattled off, and as Jason got up to get his coat I saw Lisa roll her eyes. “That’s Eileen Spencer’s place,” she said.

“Yeah,” said Jason as he shrugged into his coat. “I lose the rest of my sleep tonight ‘cause the old broad ate too much spicy again. I’ll let Tina take this one… something nice and non-urgent for her first time alone in the back. Later.”

In bed Julie and I held each other close. She asked me if I was okay, and I told her I was. She told me she loved me, and then I really was okay. How could I not be if Julie loves me? Suddenly realizing how tired I was, I fell asleep in her arms.

***

I woke up alone in Julie’s bed. Her clock said it was just after eleven in the morning. It took me a minute to get my brain in gear and remember what I was doing there. Oh, dear God, it really happened.

As I shuffled down the stairs I could hear someone playing an electric guitar, and not very well. Couldn’t be Jason, then. The door at the foot of the stairs was hanging open, and when I reached the bottom and poked my head around the corner I could see Julie and Jason sitting on opposite ends of the couch, each holding an electric guitar. Julie, still wearing her PJs, was playing something I sort of recognized, but she was mangling it enough that I couldn’t place it. The noise had obviously muffled my footsteps on the stairs; neither of them saw me there. I had to pee but didn’t want to disturb them, so I decided to hold it in for a few more minutes and watch.

Julie finished what she was playing and looked up at Jason, a little embarrassed. “That was pretty bad, huh?”

“Somebody clearly has not been doing her homework,” Jason said with a smirk. “Or paying attention to the rules laid out by her long-suffering teacher. Watch my left hand.”

He played the same thing, but much better than Julie had. I still couldn’t put a name to it. I don’t know very much about that kind of music, but my Uncle Louie listens to nothing but old rock albums from the 60s and 70s and now I recognized it as something I had heard at his house.

“See?” said Jason. “Finger positioning has to vary a little bit here. When I want an adjacent string to sound, I keep the fingers very arched. When I want to damp a string I lay them down a little. You need to work through this very slowly until your fingers just automatically do what you want.”

Julie sighed. “I know, Daddy,” she said. “I haven’t been very good about practicing lately. I like playing, but—honestly, I think I’m having more fun with the electronics projects. I wanna do music, but maybe with something a little more… I don’t know…”

“Technical?” said Jason.

“Yeah!”

“Tell you what,” he said. “Mr. Larson and I are going to put my guitar students and his drum students into little bands and get them onstage this spring. I was going to ask if you wanted to be in one of the bands, but how would you like to be sound engineer for the event instead? You have the ear for it, and it would make the whole thing that much more of a student project.”

“Dad, that would totally rule!”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to get the small PA set up in the garage, and this weekend you’ll do it with me. We need to start training now if you’re going to be ready to mix by May.”

He looked up, and his eyes fell on me. “Morning, Mallory.”

Julie squealed, carefully laid the guitar on the couch, then bounced to her feet and hit me at a dead run. She squeezed me tightly.

I hugged her back, squeezing hard too. But only for a second. “Julie,” I protested, “you’re gonna squeeze the pee right out of me!”

We both started laughing like idiots, and she let me go. I ran into the bathroom. When I came out the guitars had been put away, and Jason was in his recliner. Julie was nowhere to be seen.

“Julie went to the kitchen to make you an omelet,” said Jason. “Sit down.” I sat.

“I talked to your mom on the phone this morning,” he continued. “They’re pulling the tube out of your dad’s throat later today. They think he’s going to be okay. He’ll probably be in the hospital for a few days. That much booze that fast can do stuff that isn’t immediately apparent, so they’re gonna want to keep an eye on him for awhile. Your mom is planning to stay in the Twin Cities for the duration. You’ll stay here.” His eyes flicked to the ceiling, then beach to me. “Mallory, I can’t stress enough how much ass you kicked last night. If you hadn’t acted fast your mom would be arranging a funeral, not sitting next to a hospital bed.”

“All I did was make a phone call.”

“Sure, but you did it right away, when you saw something was seriously wrong. You also stayed calm, followed instructions to the letter, and didn’t get in the way. It’s a bigger deal than you think. I’ve been on scenes that were much less critical, with grown men and women completely losing their cookies and making our job a lot harder. You were nothing but calm and helpful. I was impressed as hell, and so was everyone else who was there.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, except, “Um, thanks.”

That’s when Julie came into the room, carrying a plate with a thick, delicious-looking omelet garnished with parsley and green onions.

“Breakfast is served!” she proclaimed. “One heavenly, tasty tomato-cheese-onion-pepper omelet for table five!” She set it down on the coffee table, ran back into the kitchen, then returned with a glass of juice.

I picked up the fork and took a bite. It was delicious—I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. I dug in. After I finished Julie and I decided to take a shower together. We used the shower stall in the new bathroom, and once we were standing under the spray we collapsed into each other’s arms.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she said into my ear.

“I think so,” I said. “It’s just a lot to deal with, you know? I watched my dad almost stop breathing right in front of me, and it turned out my mom was in bed with Mr. Belgarde when she said she was gonna be at Grandma’s. And what happens when Dad finds out about that? Will he find out? Should I tell him? God, Julie—I don’t know.” I slumped back against the shower wall.

Julie started shampooing her hair, never taking her eyes off of me. “Are you really thinking about telling him?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I feel like I should be mad at her about it, but really I’m not. They’re always being mean to each other anyway, so this is just one more thing. I mean, it’s not even as bad as the way they talk to each other sometimes. Except according to the Bible, this is the worst thing married people can do to each other, but I’ll tell you something else, Julie. Right now I really don’t give a damn what the Bible says about anything.”

I hadn’t meant to say the “D” word; it just popped out. I realized that the more I talked the madder I was getting, and I didn’t even know who I was mad at. I shut up. I squirted some shampoo into my hand and attacked my hair.

Julie’s gentle hands closed over my wrists, pulling my arms down to my sides. She let go and began massaging the shampoo into my scalp. “Let me,” she said. “You look like you’re gonna rip your hair right out.”

I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Thanks.”

Julie’s hands running through my hair soothed me. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She smiled at me. Reaching above my head, she pulled loose the detachable showerhead Jason had installed. She tilted my chin back, and I closed my eyes again.

As the wonderful spray of hot water massaged my scalp, I had a wicked thought. “Hey,” I said in a half whisper, “remember what Megan said about how much fun showerheads are? Do you think she meant what I think she meant?”

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about that,” Julie whispered back. My eyes were still closed, but I could hear a smile in her voice. “But I sure ain’t gonna try it with Dad on the other side of this wall!” We both burst out laughing.

***

Jason napped for most of the afternoon, because he didn’t get much sleep the night before. Julie and I lazed around the house, ate snacks, and chatted about this and that. We read to each other out of our fantasy books for a while. Later, we fixed dinner together. Julie is a way better cook than me, but I’m learning.

Lisa came home a few minutes after five, hugged us both, and gave Jason a juicy kiss. Dinner was ready ten minutes later, so the four of us gathered at the table and loaded our plates. Julie and I had made lasagna, and it turned out really well.

Just as we were close to finishing, the phone rang. Lisa got it, and called me into the living room. “It’s your mother,” she whispered.

I took the phone with trembling hands. “Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart.” Mom sounded beyond tired.

“Hi, Mom. How’s Dad doing?”

“They’re going to keep him under observation for a couple of days,” she said. “We don’t know exactly how long yet. They think he’ll probably be okay. Mallory, you told the police you’d seen him drunk before. Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“It was just a couple of days ago,” I said, “and I wasn’t completely sure. I didn’t see him drink, it was just that he looked and smelled like Uncle Louie did at Grandpa’s visitation. And I didn’t tell you because you were off hiding at Grandma’s house. Or maybe not even at Grandma’s house.”

I didn’t mean to say that last part… it just slipped out, and even to me the words sounded pretty harsh when I said them. At that moment I realized how angry I was with her. Not for whatever she’d done with Mr. Belgarde, but for acting like I didn’t exist and for running away and hiding every time things got awkward at home. Still, I’d never talked to her that way before, and after getting the last word out I snapped my mouth shut and waited for the explosion.

It didn’t come. It took her so long to say anything that I was starting to think we’d been cut off. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded very strained.

“We need to talk about all of that, Mallory,” she said softly. “and about other things… but now’s not the time. I’m going to stay in Minneapolis until your father is ready to come home. Are you okay staying with the Hansons?”

“Yeah, I’m good here.”

“Okay. Remember to be respectful and do what Mr. Hanson says. I’ll let you know how things are going. Bye, sweetie.”

I mumbled a goodbye, hung up, then trudged back into the kitchen.

“What news?” said Jason.

“Dad’s still pretty out of it, I guess.” Their eyes were all on me. There’s no door between the kitchen and living room, and I knew perfectly well they’d heard what I’d said to Mom.

“You okay?” Lisa asked gently.

“Yeah,” I said, plopping down in my chair. There were a couple of bites of food left on my plate, and I shoveled them into my mouth, one forkful after the other, just to show everyone how okay I was.

A little while after dinner the phone rang again, but this time it was for Jason. Julie and I were looking up some stuff for school on the internet so I wasn’t really paying attention, but I caught the last thing he said.

“All right, sure… I might come down for a bit. Let me see what’s going down here first. Talk to you later.”

“What was all that about?” Lisa wanted to know after Jason hung up.

“Oh, that was Sean. Some guys are going down to the fire hall to play a few hands of rummy and he invited me to come.”

“And you’re not already out the door and on your way?”

“Well, you and I were…”

“Jason,” she said with a laugh. “don’t be a knucklehead! You know how long it takes people in a place like this to warm up to the new guy. If they’re inviting you out for stuff, go! I’ll still be up when you get home, no worries.”

Jason shrugged, then crossed the room and opened a high cabinet above the mantel, then pulled out what looked a lot like a bottle of whiskey. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach.

He must have seen something on my face, because he walked over to me and put a big, strong hand on my shoulder. “Relax, kiddo,” he said. “I like a nightcap every once in a while, but I haven’t been honest-to-Christ drunk since I was a young, dumb rookie guitar player on my first tour. Which was approximately five lifetimes ago. I’m not going to drink myself into a stupor, I promise.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. “It’s none of my business, really.”

“Not a problem,” he replied. “Only reason I’m bringing it out at all is the guys usually drink beer when they play cards. I’ve never liked beer to begin with, and the cheap stuff they have is actually bottled cat piss pretending to be a beverage. This way I can have a drink with the guys and not have every cat in the neighborhood snickering at me behind their paws.”

I tried to hold in my laughter, but it just spewed out. Julie started giggling too. Jason gave us each a squeeze, kissed Lisa, grabbed his coat, and headed out.

“What did you and Dad have planned, anyhow?” Julie asked Lisa.

Lisa grinned. “Wellll… we were going to set you girls up down here with a movie, then go up to the bedroom, stretch out on the bed, maybe watch some more adult-themed entertainment, and…”

“Okay, okay!” Julie squealed, holding up her hands. “I know where THIS is going, thank you very much!”

“Yeah, I think we get it,” I said, giggling a little.

“Oh, I’m sure you do! I don’t know the details of what happened at Megan’s house yesterday, but I have a hunch you girls did a lot more than just talk.”

Instantly my face was burning… but I was getting excited too. We’d already seen Lisa masturbate, and she’d watched as I brought Julie to her first orgasm, then had one of my own. Would she be up for more? I had a strong feeling she might.

“Maybe a teensy bit more,” I said, giving her what I hoped was a secretive smile.

“Oh, stop that, girl!” Lisa said, laughing. “I don’t want to think about sexy things right now! I was already hot and bothered, and now Jason is going to be out for a couple of hours. Poor me…” She put on a pretend pouty face, and we all laughed.

“Wellll,” I said slowly, “there are things you can do about that, you know. Or maybe… we could help you out?”

Lisa’s eyes were boring into me now, serious and intense. “What kind of help are we talking about here?”

“YOU know!” Julie piped up. “Like Mallory helped me that day in your bedroom!”

“I know what you mean, girls,” Lisa said softly. She looked from me to Julie, then back again. “And I never told you the whole truth about my sister and me. We didn’t always just watch each other masturbate. We used to… touch one another, too. A few times, we did even more. But that was different; we were both kids. What I did with you girls the other day… that was crossing a line. What you’re talking about now, well, that’s crossing another line. A bigger one. I don’t know that it would be a very good idea.”

I thought fast. That feeling was back again. I knew what I wanted, I knew Lisa wanted it too, and I knew it could happen if I played my cards right.

“Well,” I told her, “we could do what we did last time. You know, you watch us and we watch you. Don’t you want to see all the cool things we learned from Megan?”

The corners of her mouth turned up a little. “I’ll admit to a little curiosity,” she said.

I turned toward Julie. She was in Jason’s desk chair, and I’d pulled up a kitchen chair so we could both sit in front of the computer. I swiveled Julie around so she was facing me, placed my hands around her shoulders, pulled her close, and pressed my lips to hers. We kissed, and I let my tongue slip out to trace the outside of her soft, sweet mouth. Her lips parted, and our tongues met. We kissed slowly and lovingly, taking our time with it.

When we parted, Julie and I both turned towards Lisa. She was watching us with bright, hungry eyes. “That was beautiful, girls,” she breathed.

“Wanna see more?” I asked.

Julie didn’t wait for her to answer. Reaching out, she guided me out of the chair and into her lap,  then started nuzzling my neck. She moved slowly, from below my left ear and along my jawline, kissing and nibbling as she went. Within seconds I was trembling, my breath ragged and unsteady. Her mouth soon found mine, and this time when we kissed, it was furious and passionate..

Finally breaking away, I got to my feet, and pulled Julie up along with me. Tugging on her hand, I headed for the stairs. Pausing halfway across the room, I turned to look at Lisa. She was still sitting on the couch, staring at us with her mouth open.

“Coming?” I said. As if in a trance, Lisa slowly stood, then followed us up the stairs.

On to Chapter Thirteen!

 

A Pair of Blue Panties 

  • Posted on April 13, 2024 at 2:20 pm

A little tribute to Misty Meadow. I happen to know her favourite fantasy.  

***

By kinkys_sis

I lived in a small town that until recently had been a village. For whatever reason, they upgraded us. I couldn’t imagine why. I mean, we only had about twenty-five shops scattered about, most of them small and shabby. Half were take-away places – Chinese, pizza, kebab, or fish and chips – and there were five men’s barber shops. Like, do we need five? Fuck no!

Our family used only two of the shops on a regular basis – one small convenience store and the one larger supermarket.

Saturday was the beginning of a string of coincidences. You know, like when you hear a word for the first time, and suddenly you start hearing it everywhere.

Mum had sent me down to the convenience store for a newspaper and some milk. Next door was a charity shop where I loved to browse for second-hand books or DVDs. This shop had a picture window that looked out on a sort of community garden and seating area. The only people I ever seemed to see there were the local alcoholics or a few kids that gathered after school was let out or at the weekends. It’s where they came to spend their pocket money on sweets and comics.

I liked to look out the window and watch the regular girls that would sit, flashing their regulation school knickers whether they knew it or not. Today, I saw a girl ride up on a bicycle. She was about twelve. It was her hair and her legs that grabbed my attention. I waited with bated breath as she parked the bike. Sure enough, there was a brief flash of white beneath her short blue skirt. Too short for bike riding, not that I was going to complain.

I saw her glance my way, or at least at the shop. Then she went next door into the convenience store.

I waited till she returned to her bike, hopeful of another display. Sure enough, there was another quick flash as she mounted the saddle. She rode in a small circle and then stopped in front of my window. She wasn’t looking at me, only at the window display. She sat balanced on one foot, the other resting on the higher pedal. Whether she knew it or not, she was giving me a nice eyeful of crotch.

Something made me glance up, and I knew by her expression she’d seen me looking. She scowled before hastily peddling away. I left the shop and finished my errand for Mum.

Next morning, I went fishing with Grandpa. He told me he needed to call in at the supermarket for a few bits on the way.

Halfway there, and there was that girl again. She had on the same top and skirt as she cycled up the road towards us. Once again, her panties were on display, especially when I leaned out of the car window. And once again, she saw me look. She obviously recognised me. I got the scowl treatment again.

Grandpa parked his car in the disabled bay near the supermarket entrance. There was only a low wall between the bay and the doors. You had to walk behind the car and pass the wall to get into the market. Kids used the wall to park their bikes.

Grandpa was an age in the supermarket. He always was. I sat and waited. Then fuck! There was that girl again. For like the third time in only two days.

She rode up, climbed off her bike and leaned it against the wall. That was when she saw me watching her. Her scowl got even deeper. I thought she’d just go into the supermarket, but instead she went around the end of the wall and came towards me. Before she’d even got to my open window, she started to speak. “What is it with you? You must be some sort of local pedo or something. Everywhere I go, you’re looking up my skirt.” And so she carried on.

In mid-sentence, she glanced down. My own skirt was well up my thighs. I knew she could see my panties. She hastily pulled her eyes away and carried on with her tirade. Eventually, she ran out of things to accuse me of. But several times, I’d seen her eyes go back to look between my legs.

Now, it was my turn.

“First, I’m not a pedo,” I said. “They’re, like, dirty old men. I’m thirteen and a girl. And second, you keep looking at me. So what’s the difference?”

“But you’re showing off, like you want people to look. With me, you’re sneaking peeks. That’s not nice,” she ended somewhat lamely.

I gave her my best smile. “I only flash pretty girls … like you. And yeah, I like looking at girls’ panties. Especially when they’ve got sexy ones on … like yours.”

She tried to find the right words to answer, but clearly failed.

I slid my bum forwards but held onto my skirt. More and more of my panties were uncovered. And I spread my legs wider. “You think mine are sexy?” I said.

That threw her. But she tried. “I don’t care. That’s disgusting. I wouldn’t know if they’re sexy or not. Anyway, I didn’t mean to look but you make it kinda hard not to.”

As she was saying that last part, I let my hand drop to the front of my panties. Naturally enough, her eyes followed. I stuck out my index finger and pressed it in as I slid it lower. She stayed quiet, watching me push the fabric into my slit. I rubbed up and down a couple of times for good measure.

“You like looking?” I said. “Or maybe you’re just so shocked that you’re sorta lost for words.”

She looked back up. But she wasn’t scowling now. There was an odd look on her face, like she wasn’t sure of her feelings. “Are you like a lesbian?”

“You got me there,” I said. “I only look at girls, especially pretty girls like you. And you … you’re delicious. I look at your panties and I can’t help thinking about what’s inside. Sorry if that upsets you, but it’s how I am.”

She didn’t say another word. Just glared at me and then turned away and went off into the supermarket.

Grandpa seemed to have got himself lost, which wasn’t unusual. We were beginning to think he had dementia. I was about ready to go looking for him when the girl reappeared. She walked back to the car window and started talking straight away.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. I guess that I don’t mind if you have to look at my panties. It’s no big deal. If it makes you happy, fine. But I don’t understand why. I mean, like, what’s the thrill of just looking?”

“I look and I dream,” I said. “Anyway, why don’t I know you? I don’t think I ever saw you before. I thought I knew every girl in this little town.”

“We only moved here two weeks ago,” she said. “I start school on Monday.”

I realised I liked this girl, even if she was a bit too young for me. “So, what’s your name? Mine’s Bee.”

She thought a second, scrunching up her face. Then she burst out, “Are you the girl whose name is on so many of the trophies at the school, in the glass? I mean like … boxing, running, and football? I saw them yesterday when my mum and I went to meet the deputy head.”

“You into sports then, are you? And yes, I guess that’s me. You still didn’t tell me your name.”

“Bee, huh. I’ve been told that you’re some sort of local hero but then I guess you know that.” She took a glance at her watch. “Fuck! I gotta run.”

She picked up her bike and climbed on. She jerked her hips several times to simulate a fucking motion against the saddle. Then she laughed and cycled away.

As an afterthought, she shouted back, “Rose.”

Fuck. What a girl. I already wanted to get in her knickers.

***

Monday was the usual boring shit. I mean like who wants religion, sociology, domestic science and all that crap? Then my day brightened. I saw Rose walking towards me. She gave a cheery, “Hi, Bee.” Then she surprised me with, “You seen any sexy panties today?”

“None at all, but then, I haven’t seen yours yet.”

“I did kind of wonder. You really want to look at mine? I’ve been thinking about it, and I still think it’s weird.”

I took the time to look at her. I mean really look. “Rose, even if you don’t know it, you’re a sexy little fucker. You ever make it with anybody?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I get that. How about we just be friends for now? As long as you let me see your panties sometimes.”

“You’re impossible. But I like you.”

“That’s you wondering what I’d do if I did get in your panties. You might not know what it means, but you’re thinking about it. And … I want to get in there.” I wasn’t known for being subtle.

Somehow, she managed to look cross, but I didn’t believe one bit of it. All I wondered was, how and when?

But her answer wasn’t very promising. “Maybe I don’t want you as a friend after all. You’re gross.”

She turned away.

***

I didn’t see Rose again for a couple of days. I’d pretty much decided she didn’t want anything more to do with me. Then, there she was, sitting on her bike outside the school gates.

“Hi, Bee. You wanna walk with me? I heard you live up my way.”

“You been checkin’ up on me?”

“Just curious.” She was all chatter today. She said she’d found out how popular I was with the older girls. The younger ones seemed to be a bit in awe of me, which was flattering and kind of surprising. One girl in her class even said she’d have jumped at the chance to be my friend. It seems the girl had turned red in the face when Rose asked her why.

Finally, I got a word in. “So you’re not scared of what I might do?”

“No, I’m not saying any such thing. It’s just … sorta cool if we were friends, is all.”

I guess she forgot to take care when she climbed off her bike. I got a quick glimpse of pale blue panties.

“You know, you’re not supposed to wear coloured panties to school. Or is that for me?”

“I thought if you’re gonna look up my skirt, I might as well look nice.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. Not that I got to see much.”

Then she threw me. “So, what colour you got on?”

I didn’t answer her. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of white panties.

She came to a standstill. “No. You got another pair on,” she said.

“You wanna bet?” I reached for the hem of my uniform skirt.

“Don’t you dare!” she said. But then she looked uncertain. “You’re really not wearing any, or are you messing with me? But then, I wouldn’t put anything past you, like the other day when you rubbed your… well you know what I mean.”

“My pussy. I’m sure you know what it’s called. But okay. There’s too many people around anyway. But if you wanna come back to my house, then I’ll prove it for you  – since you’re so curious.”

“I am not!” She walked on. But then she called, quite sternly, “You coming?”

The phrase methinks the lady doth protest too much came to mind. I fell into step alongside her.

“Anyway, you said you wore the pretty blue ones just for me,” I said. “It’s not much fun if I don’t get to see them properly, now is it?”

“You wanna see more, do you?”

This was getting to be fun. “Let’s say … I’m expecting to.”

Now she actually laughed. “I suppose you are. I guess I’ve set myself up, haven’t I?”

We’d just reached my house. “This is mine,” I said. “You want an ice cream or something? I’m sure we’ve got some choc ices in the freezer.”

She hesitated. It was crunch time. She could say no and walk away. If she said yes, she knew what the consequences were likely to be.

“I think I should get home,” she said.

I took hold of her hand.

“I promise I’ll behave, if that’s what you want. Come and have an ice cream.”

“Well … okay then.”

We took our choc ices out into the back garden. Rose sat on the swing we hardly ever used. I sat opposite her on the low brick wall around a flower bed. We were quiet for a while, enjoying the ice cream.

Suddenly, Rose blurted out, “So you weren’t lying then.”

“About what?”

“You don’t have any panties on. I can see your pussy … as you call it.”

I pretended to be shocked. “What!” Then I looked down as I also spread my legs a bit. “Oh fuck. So you can.” I didn’t close them again. When I looked back up, she was staring. I wasn’t sure what to make of her expression.

Very gradually, I opened wider and she mumbled something.

“I didn’t catch that. What did you say?”

“It’s pretty,” she said. “I didn’t expect that. I mean, I know what they look like.”

“Well, now you’ve seen it and you didn’t run. So what about yours? Your panties I mean.”

She looked shy now. But slowly she reached down and lifted her skirt. The blue panties were more pretty than sexy. But this girl was very sexy to me, sitting there, holding her skirt up for me to look.

I got up from my seat. “You mind if I look close?”

“Uh uh,” she said. She pulled her skirt higher.

I knelt down in front of her with my nose only a foot or so away. “Wow. Nice.” I lifted a hand, but paused halfway, looking up at her face.

“If that’s what you want, go ahead,” she said.

I raised my hand the rest of the way until my fingers touched her front. I felt the material softly, making a few light circles. She just stared down at what I was doing and didn’t say anything.

I extended one finger and pressed more firmly. Sliding down, I felt her slit through the crotch, like I’d done to myself in the car. I rubbed it up and down a few times.

Still, she said nothing. So, I pressed harder and went on rubbing. She gave a small shudder before she let go of her skirt and grabbed the chains on the swing.

I tucked her skirt up and pressed my thumb to where her clit would be. She shook again and closed her eyes tight, and she kept them closed while I eased the crotch of her panties to one side.

Oh my. Such a beautiful little pussy. I moved my thumb back to her still-hidden clit and eased my finger between her tight lips, into her steamy tunnel. She slid forwards a little on the swing, jiggling her bum, and my thumb found her button.

She still had her eyes closed. I leaned in between her legs, pushing them wider apart. With two fingers, I eased her pussy lips open. She jumped and gasped when I kissed her clit. I sucked it a little, flicked it with my tongue. I clearly heard her say, “Oh, God.”

Alternately circling and flicking with my tongue, I began to slide my finger in and out. Now there was a proper wetness seeping from inside her cunt.

We almost fell when she lifted her legs from the ground and put them around me. Somehow, I kept us balanced and continued to fuck and suck. Her legs tightened their grip, pulling me into her. Suddenly, they clamped down hard, and I felt her shaking. My little Rose was coming.

I sucked at her clit as she slowly relaxed. Her eyes opened wide before she said, quietly, “I thought you were gonna do something, but God, I didn’t know anything could feel so good.”

I struggled to stand up. My knees were killing me.

“Honestly, all I wanted was a flash,” I said. “Let’s get something to drink, shall we?”

Holding my hand, she followed me inside. I poured us each a Coke. The whole time we were drinking, she kept staring at me over the lip of her glass. “What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“I sorta thought you might try and kiss me,” she said. “Just not there. I didn’t know anyone did that.”

“Everybody does. It’s how girls make love to each other.”

“Is that what we did?”

I touched her cheek with a finger. “So, about that kiss you mentioned. You want to?”

Without a word, she stepped into my arms and touched her lips to mine. Her hands went behind me, her embrace getting tighter as the kiss went on.

I eased a hand up between us, pulling her school blouse with it. Then my fingers found her breasts. The nipples were still aroused. She sighed as I played with them.

With my free hand, I unfastened the catch of my skirt. A little wiggle and it fell to the floor. She found her hands on my bare bum. They just rested there. I wasn’t sure she knew what to do, or if she even wanted to do anything.

I eased my lips away. “You think you might wanna have a feel? If you want to, I’d like it.” Reaching back again, I took one of her hands off my ass, brought it around to my front, turned it, and pressed the palm to my pussy. She just left it there, not moving, when I took my open hand away.

I kissed her again and squeezed one of her titties. It wasn’t big, but it was big enough for me. Her fingers on my bum dug in a little. I kissed her harder and pushed my tongue between her lips. She accepted the intrusion without complaint, and soon her tongue was mingling with mine.

The fingers on my pussy moved gingerly, curling to feel me. She explored through the wet, pressing more firmly, then slipped inside.

Slowly at first, I moved my hips back and forth, fucking myself on her fingers. She didn’t have to do anything but keep them in place.

Her other hand came up now and felt my tits. She just cupped them for a while, but when I rolled one of her nipples between two fingers, she did the same for me. And now the fingers in my pussy were actually beginning to fuck me, and she was kissing me, on her own, with ardour.

My body began to tense. I was getting close. I broke our kiss long enough to say, “I’m gonna come, Rose. Oh, fuck, now!”

I crammed my lips back onto hers as she fucked me faster. One of my hands was squeezing her arse. I didn’t even remember putting it there, not that I cared. I squeezed hard, digging my fingers into the crack between her cheeks. If it shocked her at all, she didn’t show it. She just kept finger-fucking my cunt.

I shook against her as the orgasm took hold. The muscles in my pussy clutched at her fingers, and she went on fucking me. A beautiful come washed over me. It’d been a while since I felt quite like this.

We stood there with our arms around each other, just cuddled together. After a while, I kissed her ear and whispered. “I haven’t upset you have I? I wouldn’t ever mean to do that.”

She squeezed me tighter. “No,” she said. “I guess I knew what would happen when I saw you after school. It was the way you are. It excited me. I even played with myself, thinking about you. I guess I was scared, but I wanted it.”

She pulled her head back to look at me. “What worries me is – is that all you wanted? Like, just a bit of fun in my panties. Now you’ve had your fun, is that it, you just forget about me?”

“Close your eyes,” I said. I kissed each one, then her nose and finally, her lips, “You want to be my girlfriend, serious like?”

She opened her eyes. “You mean it?”

“Rose, I never joke about these things. Besides, I love blue panties.”

She laughed. Then she reached down to tug her panties off, “Here, let’s swap.” Her cheeks turned bright red. “Oh God. Did I really just say that?”

A look at the clock reminded me Mum would be home soon. “We better just get our clothes sorted and tidy up before my mum walks in. Do you gotta go yet or you maybe wanna stay, you know, for dinner or whatever?”

She giggled. It was a big change from the girl who was always trying to be stern and cross with me. “Whatever,” she said. “I’ll give my mum a ring.”

She was just getting off the phone when Mum came in. “I’m in a bit of a rush, Bee,” she said. She saw my puzzled look. “You forgot already? I have a town council meeting tonight. I won’t be back until after nine. I told you to order pizza for yourself.”

She peered closer at Rose. “Hello. I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“This is Rose, Mum. She’s kinda like my new friend. Her mum said she can stay for dinner, so pizza sounds great.”

My mum was well aware of my sexual leanings. She didn’t much approve, especially not at my age, but she could turn a blind eye to it. What she didn’t know couldn’t get her in trouble. Now, though, she looked at Rose and then back at me.

“Don’t worry, Mum. It’s cool.” I told her. “You can go get ready for your meeting.”

As soon as Mum had left the room, Rose said, “I guess she knows about you and girls.”

“She knows. I just don’t gotta push it in her face like. Then she doesn’t give me any hassle.”

I fetched the pizza menu for us to order.

“Any kind you want,” I said. “Just no garlic.”

“Why not? Duh! Okay, I get it.”

“I thought you might wanna let me see the rest of you.”

She really needed to learn to control that blush. It could get to be a dead give-away.

“Fuck!” she said. “How did everything go so fast? Hey… does your pussy ever feel excited, I mean like tingly and get wet when you have naughty thoughts?”

“Would you believe, mine is as near as fuck, always tingly,” I said. “But, even more when I look at you.”

“You know, a week ago, that woulda made me puke,” she said. “But I like it. You should maybe order the pizza straight away, and tell your mum to go.”

I loved the twinkle in her eyes as she said that. This girl had really got under my skin, but somehow, I knew that had been the case from the second day I’d seen her.

The pizza arrived just after Mum left. We’d only had time for a quick kiss and a feel when the doorbell rang.

“Let’s take our clothes off and then eat,” I said. “Or do we gotta eat first?”

“Sorry, but I’m kinda hungry,” she said. “But if we sit at the table, you can eat with one hand and maybe let the other … What’s that?” She pointed at the two glasses I had carried in.

“I thought you might like a glass of wine.”

“I’ve never tried it. Is this how you get all your girls to strip?”

She took a sip. “Oh wow.” She took another.

“Slow down, sweetheart,”   I said. “I can’t let you go home pissed or your mum might not let you come back.”

“Sweetheart,” she whispered. “Is that what I am?” She grabbed hold of my hand and pushed it up her skirt to her still naked pussy. “Play with me,” she ordered with a laugh.

I was beginning to wonder if I’d get to finish my pizza. Her fingers were starting to drive me mad. She was getting to be good at teasing my clit. It was probably the same for her. She was wiggling more and more.

There wasn’t that much pizza left when I finally said, “Stop!”

She looked puzzled until I said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

I practically dragged her up the stairs. When we got to my room and I turned to face her, she looked shy again and that blush was back. She watched me unbutton my blouse. It still hid my breasts when I unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then I paused.

She understood why. Her fingers worked upwards. I always went down. Once she’d reached the top, she imitated me and released the catch of her skirt.

I could see how nervous she was. “On the count of three,” I told her. I had only got to two when she threw her blouse open. I knew what her tits felt like but now, I saw just how beautiful they were – gorgeous buds with two proud nipples.

She gasped when I shrugged my blouse off my shoulders. My tits were very nearly double the size of hers.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I teased her.

“Nothing,” she said. “But you’re, like, all grown up. I can’t help wondering why you like me. But you call me sweetheart. It’s just… You’ve made me happy. That’s all.” She rushed into my arms, her lips coming to mine.

We each took a grip of the other’s bum. She caressed and felt me. I pressed her to me, grinding our pussies together. It wouldn’t work this way, though, however nice it felt.

I leaned back. “Bed?”

She nodded and pushed me backwards. “What you did with your mouth,” she said. “I want to try that.”

“You sure? You don’t have to. Just let it happen when the time’s right.”

“I’m your girlfriend now. The time’s right for everything. Whatever you want to teach me, I’ve got to know, from this very minute.”

I climbed backwards onto the bed and lay down. She went to lie with me, but I told her no. “Come and kneel over my chest, sit on my tits, facing my feet.” She did as I said without question.

“Now, sweetheart, bring your bum back and lean forwards.”

I heard her laugh. She understood where this was going. Whatever she was expecting, though, it came as a surprise when I lifted my head and kissed the little star of her arsehole. She froze, still up on her knees, as my tongue tickled her rear.

“God, that is so naughty. But it’s so nice. I wouldn’t ever have… oh, God, Bee!” Then she let herself fall onto me. I felt her hot breath on my pussy, her fingers exploring, opening me up. Her face went down without the slightest hesitation. My clit felt the warmth as her lips surrounded it, and she sucked and kissed.

I struggled for a moment. My arms had got trapped at my side by her legs. Once they were free, I held her arse with one hand and went for her pussy with the other. She jerked as In traced one finger around her puckered rear, but pressed herself down when two fingers eased inside her cunt. Her whole body shook when my tongue flicked her clit. I knew just what I was doing. Rose, for her part, was learning fast.

We’d already got ourselves halfway to a climax at the dinner table, so it wasn’t long before I could feel my heart pounding. I bent my knees up and pushed down on the mattress with my feet, lifting my pussy towards her mouth and fingers.

She clenched her arse cheeks. I hadn’t realised I was pressing a finger into her arsehole, which was still just about wet enough from my tongue. I eased my finger in more. The clenching stopped, and I went all the way in.

She clearly wanted to do whatever I did. Her own finger circled in the wetness that had seeped down from my leaking pussy. Then she thrust it, easily, into my arse.

She fucked me just as good as I fucked her. My body was straining now, rising to the glorious climax I knew was coming. Her fingers, at both holes, stopped moving. Fortunately, she was still sucking on my clit. She began to jerk frantically as she came. I strived to reach my peak. It didn’t come until hers was just finishing. How she caught on, I couldn’t imagine, but somehow she did. She fucked my cunt furiously, and her tongue lapped my clit like mad. It was enough. My body spasmed, my hips jerked and I called her name.

I just lay in a collapsed state until she pulled her arse off my finger. She turned and laid her body on top of mine, her head nestled in the crook of my neck. Her hands took a tight hold of me. I could feel the soft kiss of her lips on my skin.

I swear I heard her whispering, “Now she’s mine, I knew I could make her mine with a little help from my blue panties. Bee loves me now.”

The next instant, or so it seemed, Rose woke me up with a kiss. “The time, Bee. I think we have to get dressed.”

I stared up at her, with what felt like a silly grin on my face. “Are you happy, Rose? I mean like, really?”

She smiled sweetly. “Never happier. You can’t begin to imagine.”

“I’ve got one more question. Just when, exactly, did you make your mind up? I kinda get the feeling that you turned the tables on me.”

All I got back was an impish grin. Fuck, what a girl!

The End

 

Stranger in the Family, Chapter 1

  • Posted on April 9, 2024 at 2:05 pm

Introduction by JetBoy: This is the first installment of a short novel that’s been in the works for nearly two years, finally completed a few weeks ago. My long-distance friend Purple Les (who created the pair of Tequila Kid sagas that I had the great fortune to edit for this site) sent me the first few chapters, asking if I thought they were any good. (She’s a modest one, our Les.) I told her YES, it was excellent; please finish it. She did, and I got down to editing.

As sometimes happens, I had quite a few suggestions and ideas to contribute to the story… most of which Les was happy to accept. Eventually, Les generously offered to share the writing credit with me. That said, I insisted that she be the deciding vote if we disagreed on anything. Almost never happened, though. 

Editing “Stranger in the Family” was a delightful experience. Working on it became one of my favorite ways to unwind after a hard day on the sales floor. 

Rest assured, this story is CRAMMED with sex, but it takes a couple of chapters to get seriously hot. Your patience will be amply rewarded, I promise.

Les, as always, was an ideal partner, one I am VERY eager to work with again, anytime she likes. Thanks for everything, my friend. 

Okay, I’ll shut up and let you readers get to it. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to leave a comment! 

***

 

Dedicated with love to the memory of Cheryl Taggart

***

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

It was the worst moment of Linda’s life.

April Fourth. A warm day, more than usual for that time of year in New England. Eight in the morning, and already 29 degrees Celsius. It was obvious that a storm was brewing. The sky had darkened, enough so that Linda had switched on some of the lights in the house.

Linda’s nine-year-old daughter Gabby was up in her room. Linda’s husband Walt and their daughter Kelly, who had recently turned eleven, were off on a walk around the neighborhood with Toby, the family dog.

A crack of thunder boomed, then slowly unrolled through the sky. Linda glanced nervously through the living room window. What’s taking them so long? she wondered.

For the umpteenth time, Linda opened the front door, looking down the street for the rest of her family. To her relief, she spied Walt and Kelly coming down the sidewalk, Toby scooting merrily ahead on his leash. Thank goodness, Linda thought, and waved as they approached.

“Let’s hurry, Daddy!” Linda heard Kelly exclaim. “When thunder roars, head indoors.”

Linda couldn’t help but smile. Kelly was always the practical one, at times almost a second mommy to her younger sister.

Holding the front door wide open, Linda shouted, “Come on in, you two! It’s going to pour any second.” She watched them hurrying up the front walk, Toby leading the way.

A bolt of lightning ripped the sky apart, in a flash so bright that the world looked like a photo negative for a second. The windows of the house rattled, almost loudly enough to drown out Linda’s scream of horror.

The rest was a blur. Linda running down the walk, crying, “No, no, no, no, NO!” Little Toby’s fur, burnt and smoking. Walt’s body twisted into an impossible position on the sidewalk. Kelly stretched out on the lawn, her clothing in tatters. The neighbors rushing out to witness the horrific scene. The sirens. The ambulances, their red lights strobing. The paramedics, one of whom was a tall black man who Linda heard reporting, “The man’s dead. The little girl’s still breathing, though.”

***

Seated at the kitchen table two months later, Linda thought back on all that had happened since that grim day. Her oldest daughter Kelly hospitalized, still in a coma after all these weeks. Walt’s funeral. The endless grief – not just hers, but that of her youngest, nine-year-old Gabby, who still cried herself to sleep most nights, sometimes even wetting the bed.

Thankfully, Linda’s older sister Jan had insisted on coming to stay with them, doing whatever she could to ease her sibling’s burden, including seeing to the funeral arrangements. Many of the neighbors had lent a hand as well – especially Cheryl Benton, a good friend who lived next door. She’d brought over hot meals for the first week or so, and looked after Gabby when Linda was too overwhelmed by grief to cope.

Jan stayed as long as she could, but was obligated to return to her psychiatric practice after two weeks. It was a tearful parting, though she promised to return as often as possible.

Linda’s new routine was a difficult one. Up at five-thirty in the morning, unable to do much of anything until she had that first cup of coffee, then an hour or so on her own to think about the day ahead. Around seven, it was time to get Gabby up and ready for school. Linda didn’t bother making breakfast for herself, just finished up whatever her little girl hadn’t eaten. It wasn’t as if she had much of an appetite, anyhow. Linda made sure Gabby showered and brushed her teeth, then picked out clothes for her daughter to wear.

After gathering up the nine-year-old’s school books and supplies to stuff into her backpack, Linda walked Gabby over to Cheryl’s house. Since she also had two daughters, Cheryl and Linda would take the four girls to school on alternating days. But after Walt’s death, Cheryl insisted on doing the driving herself for a few weeks, at least. “Go spend some time with Kelly, hon,” she said.

Linda was immensely thankful to her friend. I couldn’t get through this without her, she often thought. The affection that Cheryl lavished on Gabby was especially helpful. Her daughter Pam was Gabby’s best friend, and if anything, they had become even closer of late. Cheryl’s older daughter Alicia made a point of showing kindness to Gabby too, often hanging out with the two younger girls.

Once Linda left Gabby with her neighbor, she got in the car and drove to the hospital to visit her comatose daughter Kelly. Linda would hold Kelly’s hand and talk to her. All the nurses knew Linda, and with all the time spent at her daughter’s side, she’d got to know them too.

The doctors had repeatedly assured Linda that Kelly was not brain dead. She was breathing on her own, there was no apparent head damage, and they felt certain she would emerge from the coma at some point. Linda couldn’t quite convince herself that was true.

From the hospital, she was off to work. The boss had offered to let her take a month off, but Linda refused, insisting that the job kept her from dwelling on problems. After work, she nearly always stopped by the hospital to see Kelly.

Arriving home, Linda dropped by Cheryl’s to fetch her daughter, and Cheryl would frequently invite her to stay for supper. Sometimes she did, but lately, she was more likely to politely refuse, taking Gabby home and fixing them both an evening meal. It was important, she knew for them to try their best to get back to some sort of family routine. Gabby seemed to understand, and never complained about having to say goodnight to Pam.

On weekends, Linda took Gabby with her to the hospital. Like her mother, Gabby would also talk to her big sister. She always spoke to Kelly as if the girl was just resting her eyes.

Linda sometimes had to choke back tears as she overheard Gabby saying things like, “I know you’ll wake up soon. You’ll see. I love you, Kelly.”

Linda studied her two girls, feeling overwhelmed by mixed love and sorrow. There she was, her little Gabrielle. They called her ‘Gabby’ because she’d always been a chatterbox. Gabby had her late father’s dark hair, his piercing blue eyes and Linda’s pert upturned nose. Gabby wore her hair short with bangs and over her ears, giving her face a rounded look. She had the slender limbs and tight body one expected to see in an active child of nine.

Then there’s Kelly. Linda thought. My wounded angel.

Kelly’s long hair was a sandy blonde like Linda’s. Her face was now pale instead of its usual light tan with apple cheeks. Her lips were still full, but had lost their redness. Kelly had Walt’s nose, straight with just a little bump near the top to give it character. If her eyes were to ever open again, one would see a beguiling hazel color just like that of her mother. But they remained closed, the long dark eyelashes motionless.

Kelly had been a very active, vivacious girl. Now she lay still and quiet, tubes going in and out of her body.

Linda looked from one daughter to the other. So similar yet so different, but it was easy enough to tell they were sisters.

The weekends were a little easier for Linda, if no less busy. Saturday was shopping and house cleaning, laundry, and paying bills. Sunday she would spend time with Gabby. But each and every day included a visit to Kelly. Linda forced herself to stay occupied, using whatever means available to avoid dwelling on what had happened. On what she’d lost.

There was one bright spot in the midst of it all. Walt’s life insurance had paid off handsomely. Though far from rich, Linda wouldn’t be living hand to mouth.

***

It was on a Friday near the end of May when it happened. Linda was dressed in jeans and a sweater for Casual Day at work. That’s when she noticed that her clothes seemed to fit rather loosely. Stepping onto the bathroom scale, Linda was startled to notice that she’d lost thirty pounds over the last two months. She gave a wistful smile at having achieved the weight she had before giving birth to two girls. Only now, I’ve got no one to look good for.

Linda’s reverie was cut short by the phone ringing. Gabby reached it first. A shiver went up Linda’s spine as Gabby shouted, “Mommy, it’s the hospital for you!”

“Yes, of course, I’ll be there right away.” Linda said to the nurse on the phone.

After hastily dropping Gabby off at Cheryl’s, Linda ran to the car and sped to the hospital. All the way there the words repeated in her head. “Hi, Mrs Luna. There’s been a change in Kelly’s condition. Can you please come by?”

Minutes later, a dazed, breathless Linda stood in the doorway to Kelly’s room, staring at her daughter in utter disbelief. Kelly was sitting up in bed. All the tubes had been removed.

Linda took a step closer, then hesitated.

A nurse was chatting with Kelly. The nurse was speaking Spanish. Kelly was also speaking Spanish. She briefly glanced at her mother, but didn’t react in any way.

Noticing Linda in the doorway, Nurse Cruz hastened over to her.

“I’m so happy for you, Linda.” Nurse Cruz said. “Kelly is doing so good. Alert and talking to me. I didn’t know she could speak Spanish. Do you speak it, too?”

Linda shook her head in bewilderment, saying, “No, I don’t. Kelly didn’t either…” She trailed off as the doctor approached.

“Good morning, Mrs Luna,” Doctor Phelps said. “Er, before you go in to see Kelly, we need to talk.” He led Linda a few steps down the hall. “As you see, your daughter has come out of the coma. She seems fine; healthy.”

“But?” Linda finally said. Something was wrong – she sensed that right away. What was it?

“But… she has no memory of who she is.”

Linda’s head swam. She’d finally got her little girl back… only to discover that Kelly, the real Kelly, was still missing. My poor child, she thought, overwhelmed by a surge of despair.

“This kind of thing can happen,” the doctor continued. “It isn’t usually a permanent condition, though. We think it may be best if we introduce you to her now. Then, if that doesn’t jog her memory we’d like you to return tomorrow. Bring her sister. Maybe bring a photo album, perhaps a favorite toy or book… or any object you can think of that has a special significance to her.”

“You – you said it might not be p-permanent,“ Linda stammered. “How long do you think…?”

Dr Phelps was already shaking his head. “There’s no way to know, Mrs Luna. Things may come to her all of a sudden when she sees you. Or she may recall little by little. There’s at least a chance that Kelly’s memory may not come back at all. Or take years. All we can do is wait and see.” He paused, studying the distraught mother. “Are you able to see her now?”

Taking a deep breath, Linda braced herself. “Yes… yes, I am.”

With a slight tilt of the head, Dr Phelps led the woman back to Kelly’s room.

Linda struggled to maintain a cheerful demeanor as she approached her daughter. Kelly studied her mother’s face. Linda recognized that expression. It was the look Kelly had whenever she was introduced to someone new, or encountered a stranger. A polite, friendly, yet impersonal look.

“Kelly… this is your mother,” Dr Phelps said.

Carefully seating herself on the edge of the bed, Linda reached for Kelly’s hand. But the girl drew back, a touch of uncertainty in her eyes.

“Kelly, honey,” Linda said. “It’s Mom. Don’t you remember me…?”

The bewildered look on Kelly’s face softened, but she slowly shook her head. “You seem like a nice lady, but I don’t know you.”

***

Linda decided to keep Kelly’s condition a secret, at least for the moment. She did tell her friend Cheryl, as well as her boss, who gave her flexible work hours for as long as she needed them. “Your daughter comes first,” he’d told her.

Linda also called her sister Jan. She’d managed to keep herself together in Kelly’s presence and for the rest of that day, but upon hearing Jan’s voice, Linda began to cry. She sobbed for nearly eight minutes, with Jan crooning, “It’s okay, sis… let it all out.”

Once she managed to calm herself, Linda blew her nose, then said, “Thanks, Jan. I… I just feel so damn helpless. My own daughter doesn’t know me, for Christ’s sake! She’s become a stranger.”

“I’ve seen all sorts of case histories concerning this sort of thing,” Jan said, trying to comfort her younger sister. “People speaking foreign languages they didn’t know before. Personality changes. Memories of events that never really happened. All sorts of things. Just be glad she’s out of the coma and alive and well. I know it hurts to have your daughter back, but not… all the way back. Give her time. I’ll come down for a visit as soon as I can.”

“That would be great. Okay, I’ve got to go tuck Gabby in. Goodnight, Jan.”

“Bye, Linda. Love you.”

***

The next morning, Linda took Gabby with her to the hospital. They brought along a family photo album and Kelly’s beloved teddy bear.

When they emerged from the elevator, Gabby raced into Kelly’s room and jumped on the bed. Hugging her big sister tightly, she exclaimed, “I’m sooooo glad you’re awake again, Kelly!”

Still feeling somewhat unsettled, Kelly patted the little girl’s back and said, “Uh, okay. Thanks.”

She listened as her supposed mother and sister made conversation. Nothing they said or anything about them seemed familiar to her. They seem nice enough people, she mused. Could they really be my family?

Kelly pointed to a girl in a photo with Gabby and Linda. “Who’s that?” she asked.

“That’s you, sweetheart.” Linda said gently.

Finding a hand mirror, Gabby handed it to her sister. “Here… see for yourself.”

Kelly looked in the mirror, then at the picture. “It does look like me.” she admitted. “But I don’t… I can’t remember you, or… or anything, really.”

Gabby hugged Kelly again, “I’m your little sister.”

“I guess,” Kelly sighed. “Maybe it will come back to me.”

“I know you can’t remember me yet,” Gabby murmured, “but I still love you.” She planted a kiss on her big sister’s cheek.

“I guess that’s enough for one day. We’d better get going. You should rest,” Linda said.

As she picked up her purse, Linda stole a glance at Kelly, who was frowning as she thumbed through the rest of the photo album. It was clear to see that none of the pictures meant anything to her.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” Linda said.

“Bye, Kelly!” Gabby cheerfully exclaimed. “See you later.”

“Okay,” Kelly replied, watching the woman and girl as they exited her room.

I kind of like them, she thought. The little girl’s way cute. That Linda is sexy, but she wears boring clothes. I can tell that they love me, but I still don’t know who they are, really. ‘Kelly’ doesn’t even feel like my real name. Then again, what else does?

Kelly began to pore through the photos again, pausing when she came across a photo of Linda, Gabby, this Jan lady who was supposed to be an aunt, and herself, all in bathing suits. Hmm… too bad they don’t have any nude pics in here. Yeah, right – like there even would be anything like that in a family photo album. She traced Linda’s body with the tip of a finger. Nice… really nice. And this Aunt Jan looks a lot like her, only even more sexy. Hope I get to meet her really soon.

***

A few days later, Kelly was released from the hospital. Her memory was still gone, and a few bruises still lingered, but otherwise she was in perfect health.

When Linda pulled into the driveway of their home and parked, Kelly emerged from the car and made her way indoors, then wandered on her own about the house for a while. It seemed like a nice place to live, but remained unfamiliar.

Later, Linda and Gabby showed Kelly around. Took her to her bedroom, the basement, the backyard, the bathroom she shared with her sister. Nothing came back to her.

 ***

After a few days, Linda phoned Jan. She told her sister that, though Kelly’s memory had yet to return, she was holding up well and had adjusted nicely to what was for her, a new life. Nonetheless, Jan quickly detected a note of tension in her younger sibling’s voice. Finally, she asked what was wrong.

“Oh, it’s Kelly. She’s so… so different,” Linda began.

“Like how?” Jan asked.

“Well, she used to sleep late all the time. Now I’m not sure if she sleeps at all. She’s always up and dressed before I am. She won’t eat meat anymore. Kelly used to love bacon, and when I served it for breakfast she was disgusted. She started calling me ‘Linda.’ I asked her to please use ‘Mom’ instead, and now she addresses me as ‘Mother’. And my God, the whole thing with her speaking Spanish! Would you believe, her new favorite TV station is Telamundo?”

“It’s different, sure,” Jan replied, “But that’s not too bad. Is that all that’s bothering you?”

“No… no, it’s not. Maybe you can help me understand what’s happening with Kelly, because I sure don’t. So last night, the three of us were watching the Frozen DVD.”

“Oh, that’s awful, you poor thing.” Jan teased.

“Not helping, Jan,” Linda fired back, tightening her jaw.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jan quickly said. “Wow, this really is serious, huh? Go on, sis – tell me everything. No more jokes, I promise.”

Linda was silent for a moment, then continued. “Gabby was lying on the floor on her tummy watching the movie. Totally caught up in the story, even though she’s seen it at least a dozen times. I had a magazine, so I was mainly focused on that. At some point I looked up at Kelly, and she… she had a hand in her pants. It was pretty obvious what she was up to.”

“She was masturbating?” Jan gasped.

“And how. I mean, it was unmistakable. The hand movements, the look on her face…” Linda answered.

“So… did you say anything to her?”

“I took Kelly aside and told her it’s okay to do that, but only in private, in her room. Then… I don’t know why, but I asked if it was something about Frozen that, y’know, got her excited.”

“What did she say?” Jan inquired after a long pause from Linda.

“Kelly told me it wasn’t just the movie… though she did find herself wondering if the two sisters were really lovers.”

That doesn’t sound like Kelly,” Jan said.

“Oh, there’s more. She told me that what really got her worked up was looking at Gabby’s bottom.”

On the other end of the phone line, Linda heard Jan gasp in astonishment. “She didn’t.”

“She did. And when she saw the look on my face, Kelly said, ‘Don’t worry, Mother. I wouldn’t do anything with Gabby. She’s too young. Besides, I think women are way sexier.’ You should’ve seen the look she gave me right then… I felt as if I’d been stripped naked on the spot! Then she said, ‘I guess I’m gonna go up to my room for a little while.’ Jan, she winked at me when she said that.”

“Damn,” Jan muttered. “I see what you mean, sis. That’s odd behavior for an eleven-year-old… not to mention totally out of character for Kelly.”

“Right? I mean… am I crazy, or does that sound as if my own child is flirting with me?”

“Tell you what. Linda: I’ll come by this weekend. We’ll talk, and I’ll spend some time with Kelly. I’ll try to get some idea of where her head’s at.”

“Thanks, Jan. Seriously, I’m at my wits end. I mean she’s still a good girl, but this stuff she’s saying. I don’t know what to do. See you Saturday, then?”

“I’ll be there early in the afternoon. Okay?”

“Fine with me. Bye, Jan. Love you.”

“Bye, love you too.” Jan said, then laid her phone down. What the fuck? she thought, her heart throbbing. Damn, I need to take out the box. I’ve been a good girl; haven’t gone there in a while. But this news about Kelly… Jesus, it’s got me worked up.

Jan descended into the basement of her suburban home, picking her way through the clutter to a large box marked FOR SALVATION ARMY. Opening it up, she reached down into various discarded items and pulled out a shoe box. Jan flipped the lid open and withdrew a scuffed pair of pumps, then carefully removed the false bottom of the box.

Inside there was a sheaf of five homemade DVDs in white paper sleeves, held together with a rubber band. Next to these was a plastic baggie holding a dozen or so neatly-rolled marijuana cigarettes. Jan unzipped the baggie, took out a joint and placed it behind her ear.

Removing the rubber band, she spread the DVD’s out on a nearby table. Sometimes she would close her eyes and just pick one at random. Right then, though, Jan knew exactly which disc she wanted. Reaching for the one marked F f f, she hurried back upstairs.

In her bedroom, Jan grinned in anticipation as she loaded the DVD player, then turned on the large flat screen TV. She took a cheap plastic lighter from her nightstand, fired up the joint, took a deep pull and held it in for ten seconds before exhaling. Seating herself on the bed, she leaned back against the thickly upholstered headboard. She took a few more hits, then gently stubbed the half-smoked joint out in a nearby ashtray.

Now feeling a nice buzz, Jan glanced up at the disc menu on her TV screen. Show time. She used the remote to kick off the clip entitled, Two Moms, Four Kids, then hastily wriggled out of all her clothes.

The scene began with a large bed on which four young girls were gathered. All of them were completely naked and adorable, their ages ranging from somewhere around seven or eight to preteen. The older two were going down on the littler ones, who were sharing a very passionate kiss.

“Mmmm yes,” Jan said out loud. Slipping a hand between her thighs, she began to masturbate.

As the girls continued to make love, two clothed women entered the scene – a blonde and a redhead. “Girls! What on earth are you doing?” the blonde exclaimed.

“Mommy!” cried one of the youngest girls. Scrambling to her feet, she seized the blonde’s hand. “Come and play with us!”

Jan took a small vibrator out of the nightstand. Taking the tip into her mouth to moisten it, she brought the toy to her cunt and penetrated herself with a single stroke. On the screen she watched the redhead kissing one of the older girls, while the other three youngsters stripped the blonde woman bare.

Jan switched on the vibe and, as the scene built into a full-on sapphic orgy, worked it in and out of her vagina until she had a furious orgasm that left her wide-eyed and panting.

The next scene featured a short-haired teen making love with two twin girls who couldn’t have been a day over six. They were shy, but the older girl gently persuaded her little friends to undress, then join her in bed. Before very long, the children were eagerly immersing themselves in the delights of lesbian sex. One of them even licked the teen girl’s anus before they were done.

Bringing herself to a second climax just as the film clip was drawing to a close, Jan paused the DVD, taking a moment to rest and smoke the rest of her joint before watching another couple of scenes. Finally she rose, stretched, then padded back down the basement to return the DVD to its hiding place. After a detour through the kitchen for a bowlful of ice cream, Jan went back upstairs, brushed her teeth, then crawled into bed.

Just before she dozed off Jan thought, There, got that out of my system. Now I can focus on Linda and the girls and not obsess about sex… and I’ll be able to have a quiet chat with Kelly without thinking about how utterly desirable she is. 

I’ve got to give them the right kind of help. That means forgetting about my own sexual appetite, at least for the time being.

Moments later, she drifted into a peaceful slumber.

On to Chapter Two!

 

Pages From a Diary, Chapter 11

  • Posted on April 3, 2024 at 12:03 pm

 

By Rachael Yukey

It took me a few moments to come to my senses. Julie was lightly kissing my upper thighs, and Megan was caressing my cheek. My eyes met hers. When she spoke, her voice was low and strained.

“I must be some kind of perv,” she said, “because watching you two get each other off is maybe the hottest thing I ever saw.”

I realized Megan hadn’t had an orgasm yet, and it didn’t seem fair to leave her like that. So I pulled her to me and began kissing her neck. She still had her bra on, and I reached behind her and started fumbling with it. How the heck do these things come off?

Julie must have noticed that I was having problems, because she gently pushed my hand away. It took her a few seconds, then the bra suddenly came loose. Still kissing Megan, I slipped it off and let it fall on the bed.

Having Megan’s boobs just inches from my face was one of the most exciting things yet. They weren’t big, but they sure were beautiful. I covered them with both hands, amazed by their softness. I caressed her nipples with my thumbs, then took one into my mouth and sucked it. Julie slid in beside me and latched onto the other nipple.

Megan was moaning soft and low, clutching us to her chest with her fingers buried in our hair. I turned my face up to hers and she kissed me, hard. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Then I broke away and shoved her onto her back. Julie went down with us, still kissing and sucking Megan’s breasts. Me, I had something else in mind.

I felt my way around Megan’s black church skirt and undid the little clasp on the side. She lifted her hips so I could slip it off. She had a pair of black panties with lacy trim on them… very sexy! I ran my hand along her thighs as I bent down to nuzzle her belly. Julie was kissing Megan on the mouth while playing with her boobs.

I began stroking the front of Megan’s panties. They were soaked! She raised her hips, pressing herself against my hand. I applied a little pressure, and she gasped.

It was time for her to be naked, I decided. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Megan’s panties, and she lifted up again so I could pull them down and off.

Now that Megan’s pussy was on display, I settled in close to admire it. She’s an innie like me and Julie, but she has light brown hair framing her labia. It was incredibly soft, like flower petals. I just stroked it, loving the texture.

“Come and see,” I said to Julie, scooting over a little to make room. Julie got down beside me and moved in close, then reached out to caress the damp curls. She was stroking one side, I was stroking the other, and our heads were touching. I turned towards her, and the next thing I knew we were kissing.

“God,” Megan gasped. “You two are so fucking hot together.”

I broke off the kiss and leaned close to Julie’s ear. “Go kiss her now,” I said.

Julie settled in next to Megan, giving her a big, messy kiss, then taking an ear in her mouth to nibble. I kept caressing Megan’s puffy lips, kissing and nuzzling her upper thighs. Working my way between her legs, I kissed her pussy once, then a few more times, getting the taste of her on my mouth. Her scent filled my nostrils, and I felt myself getting drippy wet all over again.

I nibbled a little on her labia, then let my tongue slide up the outside of her slit, not quite going inside. Suddenly Megan had a hand on the side of my face, turning it up so she could meet my eyes. “Girl,” she breathed, “you are a fucking tease. Did you know that?”

I gave her an evil grin, then turned my attention back to her sweet pussy. I slowly spread her lips apart with my thumb and finger, looking inside for the first time. It was pink and juicy, like some rare tropical fruit. I let a finger slip into her folds and teased around the outside edge of her vagina. Megan shuddered.

“Put it in,” she whispered.

“Huh?” I said, looking up.

“Put your finger inside me,” she said.

Whoa… this was new. It seems weird now, but I was kinda nervous about doing that. I gently pushed, and it slid right in. Megan shuddered again. It was warm and wet in there and I slid my finger in and out experimentally. Her breathing was short and sharp.

I noticed that Julie had stopped kissing Megan to watch what I was doing, her eyes wide. She was using one hand to tease Megan’s nipples, the other to absentmindedly stroke her own pussy.

By then, I had my finger buried in Megan and was feeling my way around. “Rub me here…on the inside, over the opening,” she instructed, pointing to an area just above her slit. “Feel around for a kind of rough patch, and press against it.”

I found what she was talking about right away, and pushed. Megan arched her back and gave a loud moan. “Oh, God, yes,” she said in a shaky voice.

I heard Julie gasp. Looking up, I saw she had a finger between her own labia and was moving it slowly. Megan noticed too. “Keep going, Julie,” she gasped. “Let me see you play with yourself.”

Julie grinned, then spread her legs wide, giving us a great view as she picked up the pace.

“Put another finger in,” Megan told me. Another finger easily joined the first, and I began to work them in and out, pressing upwards like she wanted.

“That’s it,” Megan gasped. “Yeah, like that. Now eat my pussy while you finger-fuck me.”

Finger-fucking! Was that what I was doing? It just sounded SO dirty. The old me would’ve been bothered when someone spoke like that, but now I found myself loving it. Fingering her faster, I lowered my head. When I wrapped my lips around her hood, stuck my tongue out and began to lick, she moaned.

I was in it now. This was the wickedest, most exciting thing I’d ever done! My fingers pumped in and out of her, my tongue working furiously. Megan was moaning over and over, pumping her hips against my mouth so hard it was like she was having sex with my face. No, wrong term. She was FUCKING my face, and it was the hottest thing EVER! I squeezed my legs together in a steady rhythm, making waves of pleasure flow through me.

I heard Julie wail. I looked up to see her body arch up from the bed as she came. She had both legs mashed together as her hips pumped furiously. Then she just collapsed in a heap.

Suddenly Megan had my head tightly clamped between her hands, and her whole body went rigid. Her butt pressed down hard into the bed and she wailed. Then she screamed. I could feel her vagina pulsing against my fingers, squeezing them so hard it almost hurt. One more loud cry, then she went still.

I gently licked all around her pussy, still moving my fingers in and out, but slowly. Megan was breathing hard, trembling ever so slightly. I was still pressing my thighs together, desperate to come again.

Megan must have sensed what I needed. She slipped her hands below my arms and pulled me up so I was lying on her. Our mouths came together, our tongues met, and as we kissed, her hand slid over my backside and down until she was easing a finger between my swollen, aching pussy lips. She found my clit, and it was all over in just a few seconds. I came hard, screaming into her mouth, then went limp on top of her.

The next thing I knew, Julie had piled in beside us, her arm thrown over us both. I put my arm around her and pulled her in even closer. But then I felt really hot and sticky. It wasn’t gross or anything, just uncomfortable. I gently moved Julie’s arm away, rolled off Megan and sprawled out on the bed.

Julie’s head popped up. “Hey… you okay, Mal?”

“Fine,” I said, giving her a smile so she’d know it was true. “I just needed to cool down.”

“Just in case you were wondering,” said Megan, “you guys totally crossed that line we were talking about. That was sex!” She was acting all serious, but couldn’t hide a grin.

I grinned right back, trying to match that wicked glint in her eye. “Damn right it was.” I felt absurdly proud of myself for saying the “D” word.

Suddenly all three of us collapsed into a fit of laughter. Megan pulled me close, and we laughed ourselves silly in a big complicated three-way hug.

Once we were done having hysterics, Julie glanced over at the clock on Megan’s nightstand. I followed her eyes, and holy macaroni! It was almost half past three.

“What time does your dad expect you back?” I asked her.

“I told him I’d be home by 4:30,” she replied.

“Why don’t we grab a shower?” Megan suggested.

I gave her a sideways look. “And show up at the church with wet hair?” I said. “Cause that wouldn’t make my mom suspicious or anything.”

She rolled her eyes. “I have a blow dryer, dummy.”

That settled it. The basement bathroom turned out to have a ridiculously large walk-in shower, with four spray nozzles that all detached. We have one of those in our shower.

“The detachable nozzles are all kinds of fun,” Megan informed us with a smirk. “I’ll show you what they can do, next time you’re here.”

I had a pretty good idea what she meant, and made a mental note to try it out as soon as possible!

We had almost an hour so we took our time, washing each other and chatting about this and that. We didn’t talk about what we’d just done. I don’t think anybody was avoiding the subject, it was just that nobody felt the need.

After we were all washed, Megan used her hair dryer on first me and then Julie, and finally we put our clothes back on.

As Julie and I got into our coats, we all went quiet. We’d been totally comfortable naked together in the shower, but once we were dressed and getting ready to leave, things got awkward.

It was Megan who broke the silence. “I wasn’t planning for this to happen,” she said at last. “I hope you guys are… you know… okay with everything?”

I felt a little bad for her. I was the one who pushed things, I’d done it on purpose, and now Megan was feeling guilty. I guess it seemed to her like she’d corrupted a couple of underage girls.

I hugged her, then looked up into her eyes. “I wanted it to happen,” I told her. “Thank you for being here for my first time. You made it extra special.”

“That’s from both of us,” said Julie, joining us in the hug. We held onto each other, then Megan leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. She did the same to Julie, then let us go.

“See you at school tomorrow,” she said. “And hey… that was amazing. You two are really something.”

I didn’t quite know what to say to that, so I opened the door and Julie and I slipped out into the cold. We trudged down the front walk in silence, and as we hit the sidewalk I realized Julie was looking at me sidelong. I met her eyes with mine.

“Did you plan all that?” she wanted to know.

“Uh-uh,” I said. “I just—I don’t know—went for it. I wanted it, so I went for it.” My stomach suddenly clenched up a bit, and I took her mittened hand in mine. “Do you think I was wrong to do that?”

Julie didn’t answer right away. “No,” she finally said. “I wanted it too, and so did Megan. Besides, once I saw what you were up to I kind of helped, didn’t I? But here’s the thing… there’s something different about you when sex stuff is happening. I saw it that day in Lisa’s room too. It’s like there’s this whole other side of Mallory that comes out when you get—you know—”

“Horny?” We both broke out in giggles.

“Yeah! Horny. You turn into a different person. I’m not saying it’s bad. I like it! It’s just weird, y’know?”

We walked in silence for a few minutes. I was getting this trembly feeling in my stomach. I felt like she was working up to something, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what it was..

“I’m glad you were my first,” she finally said. “That you kissed me first, and you did, you know, the other stuff to me first. It’s cool that Megan was there, but I wanted it to be you. You’re… special, Mallory. To me you are, anyhow. The way I feel about you… it’s different from how I feel about other people.” She was staring at her feet, her cheeks flushed bright pink.

I squeezed Julie’s hand. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t dare go there in public. “You’re special to me, too,” I told her. “The most special person in the whole world. So special that if you want, things like what we did today can be just between you and me from now on. Is that what you’re asking for?”

Julie turned her eyes to the heavens for a moment, then giggled. “Megan would be disappointed,” she said. “Did you catch that thing she said about ‘next time’?”

I snickered. “I sure did. And I’d love to go see her again. But not if you don’t want me to.”

“I want to go see her again too,” said Julie. “I don’t think we have to promise to only do things with each other—but like I said, I have different feelings for you. How about this? We promise only to do things with other girls if it’s the two of us together?”

“Going back to Megan’s house together sounds like a GREAT plan!” I told her. “And I promise. Only when we’re together.”

“I promise, too,” she said.

By then, we were approaching Julie’s house, and I could see Jason peering at us through the living room window. Time to shut up, but that was okay – we’d said everything we needed to say.

We hugged each other fiercely. Jason poked his head out the door and offered me a lift which I turned down; I couldn’t think of any possible way to explain to my mom why I was showing up at the church in Jason Hanson’s pickup. Julie skipped up the walk and into the house, looking back to wave at me..

I got myself back to the church at a trot. It was really getting cold! I found Mom in the basement, and when she finished what she was doing, we got in the car and went home.

Mom didn’t stay… just grabbed a change of clothes from her bedroom and drove off. Dad didn’t say a word to either of us, just trudged into his office and slammed the door.

***

Okay, it’s now four hours later. Whew! That’s the longest I’ve EVER spent working on this diary. Once Mom was gone I went straight to the kitchen, fixed myself a sandwich, then skedaddled upstairs and got started writing. I wanted to get everything set down while it was fresh in my mind. Boy, is my hand sore!

I can hear Dad stomping around downstairs; I’ve never known him to be this noisy on his own. Is he drinking again? Oh, who cares? All I can really think of is this afternoon, the things we did with Megan, and the things Julie and I said to each other on the walk to her house.

I feel like my whole world has been turned upside down. I mean seriously, everything is different. I’m not the same girl I was when I got myself out of bed and onto the bus Friday morning with my school stuff in my backpack and an overnight bag in my hand. This weekend changes everything, and I’m not sure how to deal with it all. I feel really happy and a little scared, all at the same time. And even though I had two orgasms this afternoon, thinking about all the stuff we did is making me super horny!

I guess I should do something about that, but first I’d better run downstairs and make sure Dad didn’t break something just now. That was a really loud crash.

 

October 30th, 2006

So last night I got my diary caught up. I was lying in bed thinking about the things I’d done with Megan and Julie that day and getting really turned on. Dad was clunking around downstairs making a huge ruckus, and I wondered if he’d been drinking again. I was mostly trying to ignore it and thinking that if I didn’t masturbate I’d never get to sleep, but then I heard a really loud crash and a thud. Then it got quiet. I figured I’d better check it out, and if Dad got grumpy about it I’d just tell him I was going to the bathroom.

The light was on in the living room, and when I got to the foot of the stairs I could see right away what had made the noise. Mom has this big weird cast iron sunflower sculpture, the kind most people use as lawn decorations. She keeps it in the living room at the end of the couch. It had tipped over and broken the glass top on the coffee table. It’s too heavy to fall on its own, so Dad must have knocked it down. But where was he? Then I saw a booted foot sticking out from behind the couch.

I ran down the last couple of stairs and behind the sofa. There was my father stretched out on the thick brown shag carpet, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow and fast. His face was so, so pale.

“Daddy!” I screamed. I dropped to my knees at his side and shook him, but he didn’t stir. There was an overpowering smell on his breath. I yelled into his ear and shook him again, really hard this time… nothing.

Panic flooded through my chest. Please God, oh please, just make him be all right. In Jesus’ name, make him wake up! I might have actually said it out loud; I don’t know. But then a calm, clear voice spoke up in the back of my mind. No one is listening, it said. It’s up to you now.

Suddenly I was calm. Still scared but not panicky. I knew what I had to do. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed the cordless phone, and sprinted back to the living room, dialing 911 as I ran.

A woman answered. “Nine-one-one; please state your emergency.”

“I need help,” I told her as I fell to my knees at Dad’s side. “My father fell down in the living room and knocked some stuff over and now he won’t wake up! I…”

“Stay calm, honey,” the woman replied. “Can you tell if he’s breathing?”

“Yeah, he’s breathing—but it doesn’t sound right.”

“Are there any injuries you can see? Bleeding, bruises, or swelling?”

“No.”

“Do you know if he took any medications or ingested anything other than food?”

“I think he’s been drinking alcohol.”

“Okay, sweetheart, you’re doing a great job. Can you give me the address you’re at?”

I told her our address.

“Good, and how old is your dad?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Okay, hon, give me one second. Stay on the line.”

Dad’s breath was slowing down, getting all fluttery sounding, and his chest heaved a little. I waited for what seemed like forever, doing my best to stay calm. Finally, the lady on the phone spoke again. “What’s your name, sweetheart? And I’ll need your father’s, too.”

“I’m Mallory Kalvornek,” I told her. “My dad’s name is Daniel.”

“Okay, Mallory—help is on the way. Is your dad lying on his side, his stomach, or his back?”

“Um, on his back.”

“Are you alone in the house with him?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you can roll him onto his side?”

“I… I’ll try.”

I put the phone down and tugged on Dad’s shoulder, but I could only move him a little bit. I tried a few different ways, but I wasn’t strong enough. I picked the phone back up. “I can’t,” I told her. “He’s too heavy for me.”

“Okay, Mallory, don’t worry about it. Are there lights outside your house you can turn on? The ambulance and the police should be there soon, and it’ll be easier for them if they can see.”

“Sure,” I said. Taking the phone with me, I ran out to the entryway. There are big floodlights out front for when Dad is moving machinery around late at night during the planting and harvest seasons. I switched them on, and the whole front yard lit up from the head of the driveway to the big machine shed.

“The lights are on,” I informed the woman on the phone.

“Okay, honey, good job. Now go back to your father. Tell me if his breathing changes or if you think he’s going to vomit.”

I was already entering the living room as she said it. I knelt beside him. “He looks about the same,” I told her.

“Can you describe his skin? Is it pale, flushed red, or normal?”

“Pale.”

“Sweaty or dry?”

“Dry.”

Suddenly there was the sound of a siren. “I think I hear the ambulance,” I told her.

“Probably the police, hon. But they’ll be able to help you till the ambulance gets there. Let them in when they knock. You can hang up now. You did a great job, sweetheart.”

I hung up the phone. The siren got really loud, then it cut off. A few seconds later there was a knock at the door, and I ran to answer it. It was Officer Felter.

“Hi, Mallory,” she said. “Where’s your dad?”

As I led her into the living room, I heard another siren in the distance. Officer Felter went down on one knee next to Dad.

“The lady on the phone wanted me to put him on his side, but I couldn’t,” I told her.

“That’s so he doesn’t choke if he throws up,” she said. “Now that I’m here, we can both keep a close eye on him and turn him over if we have to. The ambulance crew might want to do some stuff that’ll be easier if he’s on his back.”

It sounded like two sirens mixed together out there, and they were getting close. “Go let them in,” said Officer Felter.

The ambulance was just pulling into the driveway as I opened the door. The siren cut off, but the lights kept flashing. Another police vehicle was right behind them, this one a county sheriff deputy’s car. The ambulance pulled around by the porch steps, and the passenger side door opened. Jason Hanson dropped to the ground, wearing a heavy reflective coat with EMS across the back. The driver was a woman I couldn’t quite recognize through the window, and she looked like she was writing something down.

Jason opened the side door of the ambulance and pulled out a big red bag. “Lead the way,” he told me. As he climbed the steps the woman got out, wearing a coat just like Jason’s. I recognized her then; her name is Tina Spisak and she just graduated high school last spring. She’s thin and medium height with pale skin and blonde hair. She was just in the newspaper last week because she passed her license test and became the town’s newest volunteer EMT. A policeman got out of the sheriff deputy’s car and followed us into the house.

As we entered the living room, Officer Felter moved out of the way to make room for the EMTs. “His breathing is pretty shallow, Jason,” she said.

Jason knelt down on the carpet. It was like watching a stranger. This wasn’t the carefree, relaxed Jason Hanson I knew, always smiling and telling jokes. This Jason was all business. He laid his fingers on the side of my dad’s neck. “Tina,” he said, “I need an NPA. Side pouch of the bag. Then dig in the big compartment and get me the O2 bottle and a BVM.”

While the young woman reached into the big red bag, Jason leaned in close to my dad’s ear. Digging his knuckles into Dad’s chest, he rubbed vigorously and shouted “DAN!” Dad groaned and shifted a little, but didn’t open his eyes. Tina handed him a little pouch filled with rubber tubes of different sizes, then started rummaging in the bag again. Jason selected one of the objects, laid it on the side of dad’s face for a second, and nodded. He tore open a squeeze packet from the pouch, smeared a clear, jelly-like goop on the tube, then slid it into Dad’s right nostril. Dad groaned again, but he still didn’t wake up. Jason pushed the tube in as far as it would go.

“What’s that?” I wanted to know. I was getting scared again.

“It’s a nasal airway,” said Jason. Tina was giving him a big bulb-shaped thing with a mask attached, and messing with the valves on an oxygen tank. Jason’s hands never stopped moving as he spoke. “It’ll keep his tongue off the back of his throat so we can breathe for him.”

He placed the mask over Dad’s mouth and nose, then squeezed the big bulb. I could see Dad’s chest rise when he did it. Tina leaned over and attached a plastic hose to the bag, then turned a valve on the oxygen tank. Jason squeezed the bulb again, and with his other hand he pulled the radio from his belt. He pressed the button and spoke into it, but got no answer. “Too far from the tower,” he muttered.

“Sandy,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Officer Felter, “would you go help Tina get the cot? And Tina, while you’re out there, use the rig radio to get dispatch on the horn and tell them we need an ALS intercept started from the closest facility – probably Lake Region, from where we’re sitting. I’m pretty sure he’ll have to be intubated, so we need a paramedic. Make sure you bring the soft cot when you come in; we’re gonna have to lift him.” The two women left the room.

“Mallory,” Jason said to me, “do you know what your dad was drinking?” I shook my head.

“Do you know where we might be able to find it?”

“I think his office.” I pointed at the hallway. “Down there, first door on the right.”

The sheriff’s deputy scooted down the hall and disappeared into the office.

“Does he drink a lot?” asked Jason.

“I don’t think so,” I told him. “I’m pretty sure he was a few nights ago, but I’ve never seen it before then.”

Tina and Officer Felter were rolling the ambulance cot into the living room, and Chief Moen was with them in his street clothes. At the same time, the deputy came out of Dad’s office carrying a bottle of what I think was whiskey. It was maybe three quarters of the way empty. In his other hand he had a crumpled brown paper bag and a receipt.

“He bought it today, up in Perham,” the deputy said.

“And he drank that much of it already?” said the chief, shaking his head.

“Mallory, did he seem drunk when you got home this evening?” asked Jason.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “He was walking normal and I couldn’t smell anything.”

“Then he drank all that in the past few hours. Tina, what direction is our intercept coming from?”

The young woman spoke for the first time. “Lake Region.”

“You got that soft cot for me?”

She reached down onto a shelf below the headrest on the big cot and pulled out what looked like a canvas sheet with handles. The EMTs and the police officers rolled Dad onto his side, stuffed it under him, then rolled him back onto it. They all gathered around and grabbed the handles, Jason counted to three, and together, they lifted him onto the big cot. Jason had Tina keep squeezing the bulb while he and the cops buckled Dad in. Jason switched the oxygen hose from the tank they’d brought in with the bag to one that was under the headrest of the cot, and turned the knob. He put the first tank and the loose stuff back into the red bag, zipped it, and slung it over his shoulder.

He looked over at Chief Moen. “I need a driver, Jeff,” he said. “I’m gonna want an extra set of hands in the back until we intercept with the medic.”

“I figured; that’s why I came out,” said Chief Moen.

“Okay, let’s go. Mallory, follow along behind me here.” He turned his eyes to me as we headed for the door with the cot. “By the way, where’s your mom?”

“At Grandma’s. They won’t answer the phone at this hour, though. Grandma turns off the ringer.”

“Well, I’m sure Officer Felter will try to track her down,” he said as we stepped out into the cold night air. “Meanwhile, call Lisa. Tell her to come get you, and get a bag of whatever you’ll need for school tomorrow. You can stay at our place overnight or till your mom comes for you; whichever.”

“Better yet, I’ll call Lisa, and drive Mallory to your place,” said Officer Felter. “Then I’ll go out after her mom.”

“Works for me. Thanks, Sandy,” said Jason. He and Chief Moen held up the end of the cot as the legs retracted, then pushed it into the ambulance. I heard it click into place. Jason climbed in, beckoning Tina to follow.

“We’re going to Lake Region, Jeff,” he said. “Get ahold of the intercept right away and tell them it’s probable alcohol poisoning, patient responsive to pain only, good pulse but inadequate respirations and we’re bagging to compensate. Let’s roll.”

Chief Moen slammed the back doors shut, trotted around to the driver’s side, and a moment later the ambulance pulled away. As it turned onto the highway, the siren started.

Suddenly I was shaking all over. I put my arms around myself and squeezed tight. That afternoon at Megan’s house I’d felt so grown up, but now I felt like a little kid again – small, scared, and alone.

On to Chapter Twelve!

 

My Weekend Awakening (And What it Led To), Part Five

  • Posted on March 28, 2024 at 2:16 pm

A brief recap: Seventeen-year-old Katia goes to a motorcycle rally, where she has her first-ever sexual experience with two biker women named Fire and Trace. It’s enough to convince her that she is a lesbian. Upon returning home, Katia is alarmed to find herself attracted to her little sister Beth’s best friend Rachel who, like Beth, is only twelve. She tries to resist, but it doesn’t help that Rachel clearly has feelings for her. Beth is upset about this, but gets over it quickly. In fact, she ends up joining Katia and Rachel when they have sex, and Katia ends up going down on her little sister. In the following weeks, Beth gets into queer sex in a big way, eagerly seeking out new experiences. To that end, she finds herself very interested in getting close and intimate with Katia’s first lovers, Fire and Trace, when they drop by for a visit and Katia is out. What happens next? Read on and see…

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

When my friends and occasional lovers Fire and Trace came by to visit and I couldn’t be there because my footy team was having practice, my little sister Beth offered to look after them.

She didn’t fool me a bit – I knew she had every intention of throwing herself at my mates, but I was sure they’d just blow her off. Beth was only twelve, after all.

Let’s just say that events didn’t play out like I expected. Eventually, I pieced the whole story together with help from Beth, Fire, and Trace after the fact. Here’s how it went down.

***

A vision of youthful beauty greeted Fire and Trace when the front door opened. They hadn’t seen Beth for six months, and she’d matured a bit in that time.

The cute twelve-year-old had clearly dressed to impress her big sister’s friends. She wore a flannel shirt, rolled up and tied across her midriff, none of the buttons fastened to reveal Beth’s budding chest. A short – very short – denim skirt barely covered her panties. The girl had well-toned thighs, a result of the sports she participated in.

Trace whistled and Fire said, “Fuck! You’re really growing up, kiddo.”

Beth was glowing inside. It was exactly the response she’d hoped for. Without too much exaggeration, she gave her arse a wriggle as Fire and Trace followed her into the kitchen.

“I made roast beef sandwiches,” Beth told her guests, pointing to a couple of plates, each holding a sandwich and a handful of crisps. “Want anything to drink with that?”

“A cold beer would be great,” Trace said.

“Yeah, we’re fuckin’ parched,” Fire added.

Beth knew her knickers would be exposed when she bent into the fridge to get their beers. To that end, she’d chosen to wear the skimpiest pair she owned. Katia had bought them for her as a Christmas gift, though she was obliged to keep them hidden from Mum. She felt sure Fire and Trace could see her slit if they were looking… and right then, Beth would have bet anything that they were.

When she turned back around, a bottle in each hand, the slack-jawed look on Fire’s face and the grin Trace wore told Beth everything she needed to know.

She set the two bottles on the table, but just as she reached into a drawer for the opener, Fire took hold of Beth’s arm, turning her to face them. “Look here, girl. Are you just a cunt tease, or are you really askin’ to be fucked?”

Beth was a bit startled by such a direct question, but she recovered right away. “I’m not asking, I’m telling. You’ve fucked my sister, why not me?” With that, she loosened the knot that held her shirt in place. “You just got a peek at my pussy… want a look at my tits?”

What tits?” Fire scoffed, giving Beth a shove hard enough to make the girl stagger backward. “Fuck off, you. I ain’t into kids.”

Hands on her hips, Beth glared at Fire. “No? The hell you’re not. I see how you’re lookin’ at me. I’m no bloody kid, either. I’m a sexy bitch, I’m queer as fuck and I’ll own your ass in bed.”

Fire stared incredulously at the defiant preteen. It’s all bullshit. Nothing but a lot of attitude from a brat with a big mouth. And yet… she recognized the deep-banked lust in Beth’s eyes; had gotten similar looks many times when out clubbing, only those came from seasoned dykes twice this girl’s age. Not to mention she’s damn sexy for a little girl. Could this kid be the real deal? Nah, she’s bluffing, must be. “Do you… do you even know how women fuck? Ever eaten pussy; fingered a cunt?”

Beth’s gaze never wavered. “Yeah. Those things and more, lots more.”

Trace had been watching the exchange between Beth and her lover. She knew Fire well enough to recognise that this girl was getting to her, no matter her claims to the contrary.

“Babe,” she murmured, touching her partner’s shoulder. “She may be young, but this girl wants to rock our world… what the fuck, let’s give her a chance to show us what she’s got.” She casually unfastened the top button of her leather pants. “She’s a sex bomb about to go off!”

Slowly shaking her head, Fire said, “I don’t know, Trace. She’s hot as hellfire, but this is… it’s crossin’ a real line for me.”

Beth glared at Fire. “Fuckin’ look at me, will you? I mean, really look. Think I’m just a dumb kid who don’t know what she’s about?

“I’ve watched you both fuck my sister, y’know. Well, me and my sister fuck too – we’ve been at it for ages. Now it’s time for you to do me.” Beth hoisted her shirt to expose her cunt, clearly visible through the see-through knickers she wore.

Fire was in a daze, lost in the vision of youthful beauty standing before her. “Christ almighty,” she whispered. She was tottering on the brink of giving in, and Beth and Trace both saw it.

Trace grinned at the twelve-year-old. “C’mon, Beth. If she’s not got the bottle to make a move, me an’ you will fuck her.”

“Let’s do it!” Beth cried, lunging for Fire.

They hit the kitchen floor with a dull thud. Beth and Trace were holding Fire down, although, in truth, the well-built lesbian could have easily thrown them both off. Beth’s lips found Fire’s, but when the woman froze, the girl pulled back.

“Kiss me!” Beth hissed. “You know you want it, so stop fuckin’ about!”

For a heartbeat, Fire glared up at Beth… then with a growl of, “Little cunt,” she pulled the girl into a bruising kiss. Beth almost panicked but, realising that she’d won the game, was quick to respond. She ground down hard between Fire’s legs. Their vulvas pressing together, they moaned into their kiss.

In the meantime, Trace was struggling to get the others undressed. Finally, she protested, “For fuck’s sake, you lot! Hold up for a sec, so we can get naked.”

Beth and Fire paused to exchange a look, then they both grinned as if to say, Yeah, let’s do her, too!

Fire lunged out to seize Trace, who squealed as she was unceremoniously pulled into the clinch. Now their duo was a threesome.

In the midst of groping, fondling and kissing one another, the trio lovers eventually managed to get out of their clothing, which was scattered all over the kitchen. Now naked, Beth leapt to her feet. “Come on, let’s go upstairs!”

“Suits me,” said Fire, getting to her feet. “I’m too sodding old to fuck on a tiled floor.”

Beth marched up the staircase with Trace and Fire behind, who were both enthralled by the sight of the preteen’s jiggling bum. Entering Katia’s room, Beth threw herself on her big sister’s bed, bouncing a few times before she came to a rest on her knees. The others quickly joined her.

Stretching out, Trace said, “I wanna lick you, Beth. Give me your pretty pussy.”

Fire laughed, patting Beth’s arse. “Go on, girl – fuck her face.”

Quickly straddling Trace’s head, Beth covered the lesbian’s mouth with her cunt, sighing blissfully as the cute biker girl got to work. Meanwhile, Fire flopped down between Trace’s thighs, pressing a messy tongue kiss into her lover’s shaved vulva.

Beth pumped her hips, grinding against Trace’s hot, sucking mouth, humming her approval, beside herself with joy. She’d fantasised for weeks about getting down and dirty with the tough, sexy dykes who got her big sister into lesbian sex. Now, at long last, the twelve-year-old had exactly what she wanted.

Beth had worked herself into a state of lustful anticipation long before Fire and Trace arrived, so it was no surprise that she was soon surging towards what promised to be a real screamer of an orgasm. She felt Trace lift her just long enough to grab a quick breath, then attack her clit once more.

All of a sudden Fire got to her feet, straddling either side of Trace’s body. She grabbed a fistful of Beth’s hair and pulled hard, thrusting her hips forward as she brought the young girl’s face to within an inch of her thick, unshaved bush.  “You want a piece of me, little girl? Here it is. Still up for this?”

Beth stared in awe at the woman’s pussy. In contrast with Fire’s violet and black hair, her pubes were a dark brown. The labia were dark pink, framing the brighter pink of the juicy opening. The scent was strong and enticing, and Beth inhaled deeply, letting it fill her nose.

Fire growled, “Eat my cunt, girl.”

Beth didn’t pause to think; just went straight for Fire’s clit, briefly sucking the engorged nubbin before giving it a nip with her front teeth – not too hard, but it was enough to make the woman shriek.

Oh, shit, Beth thought, I went too far there. She tensed, waiting for a hard slap. Instead, Fire ran a hand through her hair, moaning, “Fuck, yes.” The expression on her face spoke of danger and ravenous need. Somehow, it put Beth in mind of a drawing of a hungry wolf, an image she recalled from her old book of Grimm Brothers fables. Such a look would have frightened most, but Beth felt only joy, knowing she had this big, amazing woman under her control.

Beth’s grasping hands explored the big woman’s thighs, the muscles tensing like coiled springs. God, she’s incredible, Beth told herself. So strong, knows just what she wants. I hope she plans to fuck me. Her cunt was practically dripping at the thought of being taken by this rough lover.

Fire was dripping too. She had the juiciest pussy Beth had ever licked, its essence coating the whole lower half of her face. And she tasted amazing, the sharp, tangy flavour warming Beth’s tongue like wine. As she burrowed deeper, trying not to lose a drop, a hand appeared just above Fire’s pubes, two fingers descending to toy with the older lesbian’s clit. It wasn’t Fire’s hand, so Beth knew Tracy was helping.

As she continued to lick and suck, Beth was observing Fire’s face. The snarl had gone, leaving only pleasure – perhaps a hint of astonishment as well.

If Beth wasn’t occupied with going down on the woman, she’d have gone into a victory dance. Fire thought I was just a silly kid pretending to be gay, and didn’t know nothin’ about how to fuck a woman. Guess I showed her!

It was a good thing Fire had been clutching Beth so tightly, else she most likely would have been thrown off the bed when the woman thrust her hips out, a hoarse scream breaking from her lips as she came. Fire began to shake violently, grinding her sex into the young girl’s face. As for Beth, she continued to eat her new lover’s pussy as vigorously as she could. She’d never seen an orgasm quite so intense.

Finally Fire gasped, “Enough!” pushing Beth’s head away.

Glowing with pride, Beth backed off, but continued to nuzzle Fire’s generous thighs as the woman lay panting, her breasts rising and falling. Trace leaned back against the upholstered headboard, absently tasting Fire’s juices from her fingers.

Beth was resting her head in Fire’s lap, breathing in the thick aroma of cunt when a coarse hand seized her arm, pulling the girl up. Fire was now in a seated position, her eyes boring into Beth’s, then their mouths were crushed together in a bruising kiss.

Oh, yeah, it’s my turn now, Beth thought, her pulse galloping.

Fire’s hands were rough on Beth’s body – pawing her arse, groping her legs, her nipples tweaked and tugged. Then the biker babe’s fingers were busy working her clit, and Beth gasped, “Ohhh… oh, fuck!”

“Yeh, that’s gonna happen,” Fire growled, toppling Beth onto her back with a single nudge.

Beth spread her legs wide open seconds before her bare slit was covered by Fire’s hot, eager mouth, a tongue immediately drilling into the twelve-year-old’s vagina.

Keyed up as she was, it only took a minute or so before Beth was squealing through her own orgasm, one so intense that she was pounding the bed with her fists. It was a glorious release, heightened by a genuine sense of achievement.

Once the two lovers caught their breath, they teamed up on Trace, getting her up on all fours. Still thirsting for the taste of cunt, Beth slid underneath the cute lesbian to feast on her slit, while Fire eased two fingers into her partner’s anus, steadily working them in and out until Trace went off. It was a far more gentle release than Fire’s orgasm had been, but Trace was satisfied and then some, sighing, “Fuckin hell, that was lovely.”

Fire had brought her beer into the bedroom, and now she sat back against the headboard, taking a long pull from the bottle. Now her tattoo could be seen properly: a grinning devil thrusting a long spear that disappeared between the lips of her pussy.

Fire laughed when she noticed Beth’s stare. “You like my tat? Well, you’re a bit of a devil yourself, kid. Hey, you done a bloody good job. Who the fuck would’ve guessed?” She took another swig, emptying her bottle. “Hey, can I have another beer? And get yourself one, too. You fuck us, you drink with us!”

Giggling, Beth padded down to the kitchen, where she took three beers from the fridge, which she soon brought up to the bedroom and passed around. Popping the tops, they all drank.

Beth was gleefully happy, now that these thrilling, sexy dykes had fully accepted her. Wonder if they’re in the mood to have some more fun? she asked herself. Only one way to know for sure

“So, Fire… d’ya still think I’m just a kid? Or maybe you’d like me to fetch one of my toys and give your arse a good shagging?” Beth asked.

Both women stared, taken aback. Finally Fire asked, “You sayin’ you got a strappy, Beth?”

“Actually, I’ve got a couple of ‘em.”

Fire broke into a grin. “Well fuck me, girl, you’re full of surprises. Listen, I’m sorry for treatin’ you like a brat. Reckon I underestimated you in a big way. Now, about that strappy… you gonna fetch it, or what?”

Beth fetched back two, along with a tube of lubricant. One of the strap-ons had just a single modestly-sized cock attached. The other had three: a larger and a smaller one, both jutting outwards, and a medium-sized dildo pointing inwards to penetrate the wearer.

Fire and Trace watched as Beth lubricated the trio of cocks. Carefully working the inner one into her vagina, she then fastened the harness around her waist.

She passed the other strap-on to Trace, along with the lube. “You can fuck my arse while I fuck Fire. Check it out – with this strappy, I can do her back and front at the same time!”

Fire wore an expression of purest amazement as she stared at Beth. “Fuck girl, you really are a sex freak.” Glancing at Trace, she added, “C’mon lover – put that thing on, and let’s get down to it!” Getting on her knees, she presented her cunt and arse to the twelve-year-old. “Make it hard, girl… rough as you like.”

As she penetrated Fire, Beth felt Trace nudging the dildo at her nether hole. “Go slow, Trace. I’ve not been fucked in the bum that many times.”

Fire just grunted as the two dildos filled both her cunt and rectum. She pushed back, enough to make sure the third one was buried in Beth’s pussy. Meanwhile, Trace was slowly pressing her cock into the young girl’s rectum.

Beth was in heaven. She’d never been done in both holes before, and the sensation was so wonderful that she felt like crying. Not that Beth had the slightest intention of shedding tears in Fire’s presence.

She began to move, working those twinned cocks in and out of Fire. The rough biker girl could often seem frightening, but she sure didn’t seem like that now.

Oh, God, this is so good, so good! Those latex pricks were now slowly churning around inside Beth’s body, and she saw sparks behind her eyes with every movement. She gave herself over to the pleasure, allowing it to consume her whole.

And through it all, Beth continued to work her hips, rogering Fire as best she could.

***

The whole time I was out, I couldn’t stop worrying about what my little sister was up to. I’m no fool; I knew she had a serious case of the hots for Fire and Trace. Ever since deciding she was gay, Beth was like a kid in a sweet shop, wanting every girl and woman she saw.

Just a week earlier, after a lively workout in bed, she’d asked me, “Katia? Do you ever think about… having sex with Mum?”

I admit it – that shocked me. “Beth! Fucking hell, what are you on about?”

“Oh, come on,” she fired back. “Me and you are doing it. You’re totally fine with that, right? If I can fuck my sister, why can’t I fuck my mother?”

I found myself fumbling for an answer. “It just seems weird,” I finally muttered.

“Not to me,” Beth cooed, slipping a hand between my legs. “You gotta admit, she still looks good, right?” Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered, “I saw Mum getting undressed last night. She was stripped off to her knickers…” Beth gave a long, low whistle. “Fuck me, she looked good. I had to shut myself up in the loo and rub my pussy ‘til I came.”

“You’re bloody mental,” I told my sister. “She’d never go for it. Mum’s not into women… and you can’t seriously think she’d ever have sex with us!”

Her lips drifted close to mine. “You never know…”

And just like that, we were kissing, which soon became fucking. It was awesome, too – a real wall-shaker.

Afterward, I told Beth. “Look, don’t try making a move on Mum. I’m serious. You could end up ruining everything!”

“You’re no fun,” she pouted. “Fine, whatever.”

So that was that… or so I thought. But then I noticed that my little sister was dressing a lot more casually around the house, spending most of her time in a t-shirt and panties. Mum made a comment about it, but Beth just shrugged and said she felt more comfortable that way.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, Beth’s observations had me checking out Mum myself! I began to have unwanted thoughts about what great shape she was in, picturing her naked, wondering if she’s really never done anything sexual with a woman. Or maybe another girl, back when she was our age.

I didn’t want my relationship with Mum to change, and had no intention of attempting to entice her into bed. Which isn’t to say the thought never occurred to me, or that it didn’t keep me from occasionally getting aroused by the sight of my mother. All thanks to my little sister.

Damn you, Beth, I sometimes thought. You’ve opened bloody Pandora’s box!

So I knew she would all but throw herself at Fire and Trace, probably wearing those see-through panties I got her for Christmas. I’d toyed with the notion of having a word with her before I left, but it wouldn’t have done a bit of good with my headstrong sister. Instead, I was relying on my friends to give her the brushoff.  Try as I may, I couldn’t imagine those two having it off with a girl of twelve. Turning onto my street, I told myself, Hope Beth’s not too disappointed. Maybe I’ll slip into her room tonight – that ought to cheer her up.

Fire’s bike was still parked out front, so when I entered the house, I was expecting to see her, Trace and Beth hanging out in the living room. But no one was there. Then I heard a long, low moan coming from upstairs, a moan I knew all too well.

I don’t believe this, I told myself, hastening up the stairs. I don’t fucking believe it!

I knew sex was going on, but I didn’t expect to find it happening in my bedroom… and what I saw there shook me up in a big way. Fire was on her knees, arse up, her upper half spread out on the bed. Beth was fucking Fire from behind, all the while getting shagged herself by Trace.

All I could do was shake my head. Little sister was clearly having the time of her life. How the fuck did she manage to get two grown women into this incredibly hot threesome?

Beth was banging Fire for all she was worth, a determined set to her jaw. Trace wasn’t moving much, letting my sister’s movements do the work. Wait a minute… is Beth taking Trace in her arse? Jesus. The girl’s got nerve, I’ll say that.

Fire was growling, “Harder, bitch, harder! Make me feel it.”

Beth was muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” in time with her strokes.

Only Trace was quiet, focussed on pleasuring my little sister without doing her an injury. Approaching from behind, I slipped a hand between Trace’s thighs and slid two fingers into her cunt.

Startled, she looked back at me, then flashed a grin. “Hey, Kat. Come join the party!” I let my fingers reply for me.

Beth glanced over her shoulder, our eyes meeting – and that was when she came. It was something to see, too. I thought she might shut down completely. Of course, she’d never used a strappy with anyone but me… and now she was getting it in both holes at once.

Fire came an instant later, bellowing like a bear. She and Beth seemed to collapse together, leaving my sister draped across Fire’s back like a cape.

I was still finger-fucking Trace, and a hard jerk shook her body when I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I did it once more, and it was enough to push her over the edge. She arched her back, giving a long, drawn-out cry that mounted into a squeak before going limp. She went sideways, and the others went with her.

There they lay, bare bodies pressed together, dildos still buried inside their various openings.

When Fire’s eyes opened, she saw me sitting there. “Damn, Katia, why didn’t you tell us about this kid sister of yours? She fuckin’ tore me apart… and I loved it!”

I had to laugh. “You wouldn’t have believed it if I had told you, Fire.”

Her eyes drifted shut. “Yeh, guess you’re right. But she sure showed us… didn’t she, Trace?”

Trace slowly rolled onto her back, her latex cock slipping out of my little sister’s bum. “Fuck, yes.”

Even if I’d come late to the party, I had to get in on this. Tugging my t-shirt up and off, I let it drop to the carpet, followed by my bra. Then I unfastened my jeans.

I saw the smirk on Beth’s face, and told her, “Shut up, you.”

***

Not long after that, CoVid came along, and with it, visiting restrictions. I wasn’t able to meet up with Tabitha, and online sex left her dissatisfied. Ours had never been an especially romantic relationship, so I guess it was inevitable that we began to drift apart.

Then a friend rang to pass the word along that Tabitha was cheating on me. Under the circumstances, it seemed best to make a clean break with her. I gave Tabitha a call to make it official, and let her know we were still mates.

Being cut off from the world was a crap situation, so thank fuck I had Beth around. My sister and I were having it off nearly every day, and the sex was bloody incredible. Because Mum was stuck at home along with us, the only safe time for Beth and me to get down and dirty was at night. Lucky for us, our mother is a sound sleeper – once she’s under for the night, nothing wakes her up.

A few weeks into the pandemic, I noticed Beth was spending a lot of time using the word processor. Naturally, I couldn’t help wondering what that was all about, but she wasn’t volunteering any information.

Finally, I came right out with it. “What’s with all this work you’re doing on the laptop, sis?”

She looked over her shoulder at me with a cute little smile. “Well… I’m writing a sex story.”

That surprised me. “No fooling! Is it a long one? You’ve been working on it for days.”

“Oh, this is just my latest story,” she replied. “I’ve already finished… let’s see… five more.”

She’d written five dirty stories? My curiosity now fully aroused, I asked her, “Are you going to let me read them? If they’re private, that’s fine, but I’d love to see what you’ve done.”

Beth actually blushed a bit. “Well… I guess, But you gotta promise not to laugh if it’s no good, okay?“

I solemnly swore to be kind. She opened up a folder on the desktop that I’d never noticed, then got up. “Go ahead,” she murmured, offering me her chair. “Call me when you’re done,” she added, leaving the room.

So I read one of Beth’s stories, and oh, my God! Hot or what? It was about a teenage girl who gets visited by a mysterious female spirit, which leads her to becoming lovers with her best friend. My knickers were pretty damp by the time I finished. I couldn’t help myself – I had to read the rest.

As it turned out, I loved every one of Beth’s stories. They were intensely sexy, but the characters were well-drawn as well, and she had quite a knack for inventing scenarios. Every one depicted lesbian sex… and it was transparently clear that she’d put our own lovemaking to good use. I’d dabbled in writing erotica myself and had posted the occasional sex story, but Beth had taken it to a whole new level.

The whole time I was reading, I could sense Beth out there, prowling the house like a restless cat while she awaited my verdict. Finally taking pity on my sister, I called for her, and she raced back into the room.

I said, “Oh Beth, they’re amazing stories, every one of them. Well done, you dirty little sod.”

She couldn’t stop grinning. “You liked ‘em, then?”

Reaching out to take Beth’s hand, I pulled her into my lap. “Let me put it this way, baby sister… once Mum goes to bed tonight, I’m gonna fuck you silly.” Licking a pathway up her neck, I gave Beth’s earlobe a playful nip, and she squealed with delight.

Sure enough, we did have sex that evening, and it was great as always. Afterwards, while we snuggled together, I said, “You ought to post those stories at an erotic website, Beth.”

She liked the idea, so I got out of bed, turned on my laptop, and cruised the internet for good story sites. Before long I found one that was all lesbian fiction. After checking out a couple of the stories, I told Beth, “I think this is the one. Take a look.”

My sister trawled about for a bit, then nodded. “Yeah, this is good.”

A week later, her first story was up, and it made quite a splash. I thought it was beautiful, and so did everyone who left a comment. She gave them a few more of her stories, and the site ran then all. My Beth had become a real writer!

You might be wondering why I just called her ‘my Beth.’ Here’s why.

One day, I got the surprise of my life when Beth presented me with an engagement ring, getting down on her knees to say, “Katia, I’ll always love you, ‘cos you’re my amazing, beautiful big sister… but I’m in love with you, too. Will you marry me? I have no idea when or even if we can make it happen, but d’ya want to?”

I’d love to tell you that I said something memorable, but instead I started to cry.

Beth took me in her arms without a word, holding me close. Thankfully, I quickly managed to recover, and told my sister, “Of course I’ll marry you.”

We have been engaged for over two years now and are crazy about each other. Honestly, I’ve never been happier. We still have online friends, just not ‘special’ ones… and we’re allowed to have sex with other girls and women, but only when Beth and I are both there to share. That includes Fire and Trace, who ended up getting married. They settled down just a few miles away, and are now our best friends.

Beth still insists she wants to get our mother into bed with us. I’m still uncertain how I feel about that, but I’m open to persuasion. Who knows? One day, you might see a sequel to this story. As of now, though, Mum doesn’t even know her daughters are lovers, so I suspect Beth’s fantasy is destined to remain just that.

My sister and I are still composing and posting erotic stories. We often offered ideas, input and assistance to one another, and eventually, it struck us that Beth and I work better as a team. These days, we post more stories than ever, and they always seem to go down a treat with our readers.

It would be lovely to take our stories to a bigger audience, but we know that will never happen. Doesn’t bother us, though. When it comes to fans, my sister and I will gladly settle for quality over quantity.

So that’s how things stand with us. Life goes on, and you know what? It’s just great.

***

I leave my readers with a question. How much of what you’ve just read is true, and how much is just a wild fantasy? Don’t ask, I won’t answer.

Now, about our latest story…

“Hey, sis, c’mere.”

Beth enters, leaning against the door frame, wearing nothing but gauzy blue knickers, cute tiger-feet socks and a smile. “What’s up, Kat?”

“There’s a scene I want to practise before I put it into words,” I explain. “See, I’m sitting at my desk, writing. You come creeping in on your hands and knees, and crawl underneath the desk. Once you’re down there, you notice right away that the seat of my chair is wet.”

“Which, I’m sure, has nothing whatsoever to do with the sizzling hot story you’re working on,” she purrs, coming closer.

“Maybe it does,” I reply. “Anyway, you nudge your head between my knees, getting close enough to smell how aroused I am.”

Very aroused,” Beth says, now working her way beneath my desk.

“Your hair is tickling my thighs as your head gets closer.” I feel her breath caress my vulva, and then… “Oh, Beth, fuck that f-feels good.”

My fingers are hovering just over the keyboard. Turns out, it’s not at all easy to type with a warm, wet tongue bathing your pussy. Hmmm… maybe I’ll take a little break.

The End