Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

 

by Rachael Yukey

Sunday, October 22th, 2006

Just got home from the church, where I went after me and Julie had our afternoon at Megan’s place. Holy crow, there’s SO MUCH to tell, and I don’t want to miss anything important. I’d better start with this morning.

So I was dressed for church and munching a bowl of cereal when I heard Dad’s bedroom door open, his feet shuffling down the hallway. The bathroom door slammed shut.

He was in the bathroom a long time, and he finally found his way into the kitchen wearing a pair of old blue sweat pants and a gray t-shirt. He looked tired and a little bit sick.

I knew what this was. One of the characters in the novel I borrowed from Lisa had been really sick after a long night of drinking, and they called it a hangover. It’d be better, I thought, to  pretend not to notice.

“Morning, Dad,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbled, fumbling in the cupboard where Mom keeps the coffee and filters. He got his coffee going and shuffled back down the hallway towards the bedroom. I went out to the living room and found some cartoons on TV. I could hear Dad moving around in the back, first in the bedroom and then the bathroom. Finally he came out, dressed in slacks and a sweater. He still looked pale and sick, but he’d combed his hair and seemed a little less dead than before.

“Let’s get moving,” he said. “We’re running behind.” It was actually a little early, but I knew better than to argue. I got into my coat and we headed out the door. Mom had the Explorer, so we took the pickup.

Mom pulled into the church parking lot just ahead of us. She waited for us to get out of the truck, walked stiffly over to Dad, and they headed across the parking lot together. They didn’t look at each other or say a word. I trailed along behind.

We exchanged the usual greetings as we climbed the stairs, and found Megan waiting just inside the door. She was more dressed up than usual in a long black skirt and a black shawl over a white blouse, but still had her goth jewelry on.

She pulled me to the side. “Hey, Mal,” she said as we wandered down the side hallway. “I just talked to your friend Julie on the phone. You still on to hang out this afternoon?”

“Sure,” I replied. “Mom and Dad won’t care.”

“Great! I told her we’d call from here when we’re ready to blow. She knows where I live, so we’ll meet her there. Let’s go find your parents so we can get their permission.”

We returned to the foyer. Mom and Dad were making small talk with anyone but each other.

I was waiting for a break in Mom’s conversation with Louise Christianson, and when it came Megan jumped in before I could. “Mrs. Kalvornek,” she said, “would it be all right if Mallory came over to my house after school? I’m going to help her get started on this project for A.L.”

Mom shrugged. “If it’s for school, I don’t see why not,” she said. “I’ll be here till five, and she’ll need to be back by then. Better let your father know, Mallory.”

“Let me know what?” said Dad, coming up behind me.

“That I’m going to Megan’s house after church,” I told him. “She’s gonna help me with some A.L. stuff.”

“That’s nice of you, Megan,” he said. “Are you going to need me to come and pick you up, Mallory?”

“I’ll get her home,” said Mom. She and Dad were avoiding looking at each other like crazy.

“Fine,” said Dad, then turned and walked away.

It was time for everyone to split off for Sunday school, which can be fun if there’s a cool activity or really boring if there isn’t. Today it was boring, and I was relieved when it was time to go to the sanctuary for the service. I went upstairs and found Mom and Dad sitting in our usual pew. They were side by side, but far enough apart that they weren’t touching. I sat next to Mom. Megan walked past with her mom, tossing me a sympathetic look.

The song service got started. We’re Evangelicals, so we do a long song service before the sermon. Praise and worship, they call it. I thought it was fun when I was younger, but now it seems kind of dumb. Something occurred to me today while we were doing it: does the all-powerful God really enjoy listening to us spend 30 minutes every Sunday singing about how awesome he is?

When the service was over I said goodbye to my parents, got my coat, hat, and gloves, and waited in the lobby for Megan to come out. She emerged from one of the small side rooms, kissed her mom on the cheek, and grabbed her stuff off the coat rack.

“Let’s bail,” she said. “I just called Julie.” It was cold outside, and I was glad I’d brought my heavy stuff.

“What a shitshow,” Megan said once we were out of earshot of the church. “Your parents, I mean. They looked like they wanted to eat each other’s livers for lunch.”

“They usually do,” I said. “I don’t know what happened this time because I wasn’t home, but Mom’s staying with Grandma. That means it was a bad fight. They always tell me Grandma is sick when that happens, but I know they’re full of it.”

“I heard about your parents fighting in the parking lot,” she said. “I’m sorry… that must really suck.”

“Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Anything you want.”

“How come your dad doesn’t live with you?”

“Because he’s an asshole,” she said flatly. “When my mom got pregnant he left her. Paid child support for awhile, then just disappeared. I didn’t know all that when I was little, but then he just turned up out of nowhere when I was twelve and wanted to get to know me. That’s when I got the whole story. Mom called the cops, ‘cause he had an outstanding warrant for non-payment of child support. They arrested him, and I haven’t seen him since. Mom probably knows what happened to him, but I don’t want to.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

“It doesn’t bother me,” said Megan. “Some people take stuff like that personally, but I think he’s just an asshole. World’s full of ‘em.”

We were in the newer part of town by this time, and Megan turned up the walk of a modern, well-kept ranch-style house.

“Home, sweet home,” she said.

We took off our coats in the entryway, which led directly into a large open space with the living room, kitchen, and dining area. It was tastefully decorated, and the furniture looked really nice and relatively new.

“Might as well wait out here for Julie,” said Megan. “Want something to drink? There’s pop in the fridge. We’ll make some sandwiches or something once Julie gets here.”

I followed her into the kitchen area, and Megan opened the fridge. There were four or five different kinds of pop, and I picked a Sprite. Megan grabbed a root beer, and we went back into the living room. But we hadn’t even sat down when the doorbell rang.

Megan changed direction, and I followed her to the entryway. She opened the door and there stood Julie, looking like an Eskimo in her bulky winter coat. My heart fluttered. These days, it always does when I see her.

We got her inside, hugs were exchanged, and we made cold meat and cheese sandwiches. We ate in the living room, chatting at first mostly about A.L. Megan’s been in it for years, and told us about some of the stuff we’ll be doing as we go along. No one seemed to be in a big hurry to get into the stuff we were really there to talk about… maybe we were all kind of avoiding it.

After the sandwiches disappeared we went all quiet in an awkward  kind of way. Megan finally broke the silence. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll show you my room.”

Megan has most of the basement to herself. There’s a second kitchen down there, and a little den with a TV, a stereo, and some game consoles. There are two bedrooms, one of which is used to store stuff. The biggest one is Megan’s room. She has a queen-sized bed… I’ve never met a kid with one of those before. We ended up sitting together on the wraparound sofa in the den.

“Sooo…” Megan said slowly after we’d gotten comfortable. “I guess we know what we came to talk about. I thought I was ready for it, but now I don’t know how to start.” She sighed, and looked down at the floor for a long moment.

When she spoke again, it was slow with lots of pauses. “Look… I wasn’t much older than you two when I started having funny feelings about girls. Except, I didn’t know what that meant about me. I think I was twelve before I realized that girls were exciting to me in a way that guys are supposed to be. And that guys weren’t exciting that way at all. It took even longer to accept that it’s who I am. And it… sucked, you know? I didn’t have anybody I could talk to about it. I thought maybe… fuck, I don’t know. I thought maybe I could save you guys some of that crap I had to go through. And now I don’t know what the hell to say.”

“Can we ask you stuff?” said Julie.

“Sure,” replied Megan.

“Have you ever like… you know… done stuff with another girl?”

“A few,” said Megan. “It’s not like there’s a big gay community around here, you know? But I messed around a lot with a girl who just graduated last spring. And I had a girlfriend at A.L. for awhile. Our moms would drive us back and forth to sleep over at each other’s houses once a month or so. THAT was a lot of fun!” She smiled, remembering.

“Did either of your moms know?” I asked.

“Holy shit, NO! My mom would have died. After she locked me in the basement for the rest of my life, that is. Jodie’s mom might have been okay with it, but we never told her.”

“So…” I wasn’t sure how to ask this next question. “Do you think there’s a line?” I said finally. “I mean, where does it stop being just messing around and start being… you know…”

“Fucking?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to put it quite that way!”

“Having sex, then,” she said, laughing. “I think what you’re really asking me is when you stop calling it an experiment and start calling it lesbian sex.”

I shrugged, my cheeks burning.

“Relax,” she said. Scooting closer to me, she laid a hand on my arm. She didn’t seem nervous anymore; she was wearing a wicked grin. “Are you asking that because something new happened… and you’re wondering if you crossed the line?”

Julie and I looked at each other. She looked as nervous as I felt.

Somehow it made me mad. To heck with this, I thought. No, that’s not quite right. To HELL with this. I’m done acting like a squirmy kindergartener.

I made myself stop fidgeting and looked Megan in the eye. “We did more,” I told her. “This time she touched me and I touched her. We made each other come, and it was amazing. It was more than just helping each other.” My eyes met Julie’s. “At least for me it was.”

Julie held my gaze. “Me too.” It was almost a whisper.

“Wow,” said Megan. “This got real in a hurry!” She was grinning. “Maybe you guys don’t need my help. It looks like you’re getting things figured out way faster than I did!”

“Maybe…” I said slowly. “But there’s still a lot of stuff we don’t know about.”

It came out differently than I intended. My voice was lower than usual, and there was a question mark in it. That same feeling I’d had in Lisa’s bedroom was taking hold again… a feeling of power. Like I could steer things my way, and make them come out however I wanted them to.

Megan seemed to sense the change. Her eyes locked with mine, and her grin slowly faded to something more serious. “What is it you’re thinking of, exactly?” she asked.

“Well, like… what’s the next thing? We’ve touched each other and made each other orgasm… what do you think we ought to try now?”

Megan was starting to look a little fluttery. I sure was feeling that way! I kept my eyes locked with hers. She opened her mouth, closed it again, then finally spoke up. “Have you two kissed yet?” she asked. “You know… a sexy kiss?”

Julie and I shared a glance, and then I looked back at Megan. “You mean a tongue kiss?” I said. “Uh-uh.”

“Well…” she hesitated, then plunged ahead. “That’s the next thing then. It’ll probably be a little awkward the first few times, but you’ll…”

“You could teach us,” I interrupted.

“I… I mean…” Megan looked helpless. “Do you want me to?”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because the best way to teach somebody how to kiss is to… to kiss them!”

“And you don’t want to.” I was crushed.

“I – I didn’t SAY that!” she protested, her face going red. “But we shouldn’t. You… you’re so much younger than me. It wouldn’t be right. Jesus.” She looked down at her hands.

“So…” I said, picking my words carefully, “if that wasn’t in the way, you’d want to kiss us?”

“Well… yeah! You two are so sweet and sexy…” she stopped talking and dropped her gaze. “I shouldn’t have said that,” she muttered.

I gripped Megan’s forearm, my eyes narrowing. “You think we’re sexy?”

“Of course! You’re both gorgeous. I…” She seemed to run out of words.

I got up and settled myself right into Megan’s lap. She was warm and soft and oh my God, I knew right then that I wanted so much more than to just be kissed by her. I looked up into her eyes. “I want to learn how to kiss,” I said. “What about you, Julie? Do you want to learn?”

“God, yes,” Julie said in a fluttery voice.

“If somebody is going to teach me to kiss,” I whispered, “I want it to be somebody smart and nice and really, really sexy. Someone like Megan.” I looked up into her eyes. We just sat like that for a minute. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Julie staring at us with her lips parted.

Megan finally broke the silence. “Okay,” she said. Her voice was low and breathy. “Go sit by Julie, Mallory. I’ll tell you what to do.”

It wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind, but I didn’t argue. I slid off of Megan’s lap and snuggled up next to Julie. We looked into each other’s eyes, and suddenly I was glad it was happening this way. This is right, I thought. My first kiss should be with Julie. Maybe Megan is smart enough to know that.

“Okay,” said Megan. Now that I was out of her lap she sounded a bit more in control. “Start simple. Lips closed. Just lean in and go for it.”

I reached up, put a hand behind Julie’s head, and pulled her down and close. Leaning in, I touched my lips to hers. I just held them there for a second or two, then drew back. Julie giggled, and somehow that got me giggling too.

I looked back over my shoulder at Megan, and she was smiling. “All right… not bad,” she said. “Next step. Try it again, but with your mouths a little open. No tongue yet, just feel each other’s lips.”

I turned back towards Julie, and she bent down until our mouths met again. I sucked on her bottom lip, and that made her shiver as she wrapped both arms around me. I was already turned on, but as she began teasing my upper lip with both of hers I felt my panties dampening.

We kept it up for maybe a minute, just exploring each other’s lips, then Megan spoke up. “Now use your tongues on each other’s lips,” she said. “If they touch, that’s fine, but don’t go full on yet. Too much tongue too fast is a sure sign that you don’t know how to kiss.”

Carefully bringing my tongue forward, I teased Julie’s bottom lip with it. Her tongue touched mine, and she made a soft whimpering noise into my mouth. Her whole body shivered. Our tongues played deliciously across each other’s lips, then came together with just the tips touching.

I don’t know who went there first, but suddenly our tongues were deep in each other’s mouths, swirling and probing, and we were grinding our bodies together. I wanted it to last forever, and at the same time I wanted it to end right then so I could take Julie’s clothes off and kiss, touch, and love her all over.

Finally we broke apart, just staring into each other’s eyes, then Julie rested her forehead against mine. Her breath was ragged, and I realized mine was too.

I twisted around to glance at Megan. She was leaning forward on the couch, her face flushed. This was the moment… I knew it. I let go of Julie and slid over until I was pressed against Megan. I looked back over at Julie, and then reached across Megan’s lap to pat the couch cushion on the other side of her. Julie blinked, then got up, walked around us, and snuggled up on Megan’s other side.

I looked up at Megan. “Okay, Teacher,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “We did our homework. Now you need to test us, see if we passed.”

“Wait… what?” said Megan.

Julie got the idea right away. “Well, I really liked what we just did,” she said, “but how do we know we’re doing it right?”

“We need to make sure,” I added.

Megan thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “I guess. Okay, who wants to be first?”

I kind of did, but I had something else in mind. “I’ll wait,” I said. “Julie can go.”

“Yeah,” said Julie. “I’m ready.”

Megan turned to meet Julie, and their lips touched. I shifted forward to get a closer view. Their mouths were slightly open, and they were nibbling each other’s lips. I saw Megan’s tongue dart out to graze Julie’s bottom lip, and Julie’s tongue came out to greet it. Then their mouths suddenly came together, and I couldn’t see everything, but it sure looked like they were getting into kissing in a big way.

Time to put my plan to work. With my left hand I started tracing my fingertips up and down Megan’s back, while I used the other to caress her thigh through her skirt.

I only got to touch Megan for a few seconds before she pulled away from Julie. She was breathing harder now, like she’d just run around the block. “Wow… yeah,” she managed to get out. “I think you’re going to be just fine, Julie.”

I was stroking the inside of Megan’s thigh now… and she didn’t stop me.

“My turn!” I said. I was trying to get my hand even further up her leg, but the fold of her skirt was getting in my way.

Turning towards me, Megan leaned in until our lips met. Hers were closed, while mine were slightly parted, and instead of pressing in I let my lips slide against hers, like I was caressing her face. This time her mouth opened, and I totally went for the kiss, slipping my tongue in and running it around the inside of her lips. Then Megan’s tongue came forward to meet mine, and all at once she was kissing me with… oh, what’s the word I’m looking for? Ferocity. It was fierce and passionate and wild. I slid my hand up her leg and under her blouse, my fingers gliding across the warm, smooth skin of her belly.

She broke the kiss off and sat upright, staring at me. I wasn’t about to let her stop, though! Before she could say anything, I got up on my knees and started kissing all over her face. The next thing I knew, Julie was on the other side, running her lips down Megan’s cheek until their mouths met. Then they were sharing hot, sexy kisses, and I began nuzzling Megan’s neck. The ladies in Lisa’s lesbian novels were always getting turned on by kissing each other’s necks, and I thought this was a great time to see how it worked!

Megan pulled away from Julie, and gently pushed me back. “Hey… whoa,” she said. “What exactly are we doing here? This was supposed to be a kissing lesson, not… well… whatever this is turning into!”

“The kissing was great,” I told her, “but it made us want more. And you want more too—I know it. We know how to kiss now, but we want to learn the rest of it. We want you to show us… everything.”

“I—but—this is crazy! You guys are in elementary school, for God’s sake!”

“I thought you said we were sexy!” I protested, feeling hurt. How could she suddenly start treating us like little girls?

“Yeah, but… it’s not okay, Mallory! It’s like I’m the older person taking advantage of kids! I mean, I don’t really think of you guys as kids, but that’s how everybody else would see it… you know?”

Settling into Megan’s lap, I laid a hand on her cheek. “So we won’t tell them,” I said. “Besides, we’re the ones taking advantage of you now… right?”

I giggled a little at that, and after a moment Julie and Megan joined in.

“You guys are crazy, you know that?” she said. “My God, you’re fucking adorable.”

I tilted my head up to kiss the base of her chin. Then I traced my lips down to the nape of her neck, and kissed again. She drew in a shuddering breath. I kissed the side of her neck, this time with my lips open.

“You don’t really want to stop now,” I said between kisses. “Do you?”

Megan sighed. “You know I don’t.”

Julie clapped her hands. “Good!” she proclaimed. “So what’s our next lesson, teacher?”

Breaking away from me, Megan was suddenly on her feet. “Come on,” she said.

Julie and I followed Megan to her bedroom. She opened the door, beckoned us in, then closed it behind us. We turned around to look at her. She leaned back against the door and drew in a long, shaky breath.

“Can I see you two kiss again?” she said at last.

My eyes met Julie’s, and we just flowed together. Our arms went around each other, our mouths met, then our tongues. It was an incredible kiss, one that went on for the longest time. Then Julie was raining little kisses all over my face, and I was letting my hands wander over her bottom.

“Oh, my God,” Megan said. It was almost a moan. “That is SO fucking hot.”

I stood on my tiptoes, kissed Julie’s lips again, then wandered over to Megan. Tugging on her hand, I led her over to the bed, where she plopped down, looking kinda dazed. I beckoned Julie over. “Now you two kiss,” I said.

I was taking charge again, and like before I wondered what had gotten into me. But hey, they did what I said! Megan drew Julie down into her lap, and their lips teased each other for a minute before coming together. I saw Megan’s tongue slip into Julie’s mouth… then with a happy sigh, Julie completely relaxed into our new friend’s arms.

I began running my hands through Julie’s hair and kissing the back of her neck. She and Megan were sure getting into making out! I lifted Julie’s t-shirt way up so I could leave little kisses all over her bare back. Suddenly Megan’s hands were working with mine, and together we tugged Julie’s shirt over her head and off. Their mouths came together again, and I was kissing Julie’s bare shoulders and the back of her neck. I caught her left earlobe between my teeth the way the ladies in Lisa’s books did and gave it a tiny bite. Julie shivered when I did that, so I went with it and started nibbling my way up the back of her ear.

Meanwhile Megan was kissing her way across Julie’s cheek and down onto her neck, and suddenly her mouth found mine. I caught her lower lip between my teeth, then caressed it with my tongue before pulling away to nibble her chin a little. By then Megan was really worked up, so I let her capture my mouth with hers. Her tongue found mine and mine met hers in a sexy little dance. Hey, I thought, I’m really getting the hang of this! Then I got lost in the kiss, and couldn’t think about much of anything for a couple of minutes.

I felt Julie kissing my neck, her mouth just a little bit open. Oh wow, was that ever great! It was turning me on like nobody’s business. I wrapped both arms around her and ran my fingers over the smooth, soft skin of her belly, then up to stroke her nipples. They’re still tiny like mine, but hers were totally stiff! Are mine like that? I wondered.

Then Megan’s hands were under my dress and sliding up the back of my legs. She cupped my butt cheeks, squeezing and caressing them. Julie must have been feeling a little squished between us, because she nudged Megan’s arm aside and slid off her lap to sprawl on the bed.

Megan tried to pull my dress over my head, but it wouldn’t go. Julie moved behind me and tugged down the zipper. Megan tried again, I lifted my arms, and the next thing I knew I was down to my panties with one knee on either side of Megan’s lap, leaving kisses all over her neck. She raised her chin high to give me room to work. Her breath was ragged and harsh.

Meanwhile, Julie was doing the same stuff to me I’d been doing to her, her lips moving all over my back and neck while her hands played across my belly and chest. Her fingers found my nipples and gently squeezed them, I moaned, my face mashed against Megan’s neck.

Megan tumbled backwards, pulling me along. Now I was lying on top of her and we were kissing again. I could feel Julie caressing the insides of my thighs, and when the back of her hand brushed the front of my panties, I thought for a second I was going to come right then!

I rolled off Megan, reaching up to pull Julie back onto the bed. She tumbled down beside me, and I shoved her onto her back, leaned in and snaked my tongue out to tease one of her nipples. She gasped and arched her back, so I did the same thing to the other one.I was vaguely aware of Megan off to the side, just watching.

Getting up on my knees, I traced my hands down Julie’s belly, unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled down the zipper. As I tugged at the thick denim she lifted her butt for me, and I yanked her panties and jeans off in one motion. As I got her pants to her knees, Megan met me there and pulled them the rest of the way off.

I sat back for a moment and looked Julie up and down. I almost felt like I could stare at her like that all day; her eyes half closed, chest rising and falling, legs parted just enough to reveal her smooth pussy. I wanted her SO MUCH right then!

“God, she’s beautiful,” Megan breathed.

“She sure is,” I agreed.

“Do you want to make love to her?”

I nodded, and Julie smiled at me. I bent down to gently kiss my way across her belly, loving her taste, her smell, her warmth. I slid my hand up the inside of Julie’s thigh, making it very clear what I was about to do to her.

Megan’s hand closed over mine, stopping its motion. “Do you think,” she whispered into my ear, “you’re ready to do her with your mouth?”

It wasn’t like it hadn’t occurred to me, or like I hadn’t thought about it while I was touching myself. The women in Lisa’s dirty stories did it to each other like that all the time. I already knew I liked the taste of a girl’s juices. What was I waiting for, anyhow?

I think Megan’s question chased itself around my head for like less than a second before I started kissing my way down Julie’s belly. I felt her shiver.

Megan’s lips fluttered near my ear. “Not too fast,” she whispered. “Tease her pussy before you eat it.”

I had to stifle a fit of giggles at the idea of eating a pussy. I don’t know, something about the phrase just struck me as funny. But my urge to laugh went away fast as I kissed and licked my way down between Julie’s legs. I could smell her now, and it was like a rich, musky perfume. I kissed my way down one leg, not quite letting my mouth touch her pussy.

Settling down on my belly, I kissed my way down the top of Julie’s thigh to her knee. Then I went back up the inside of her legs, licking in little zigzag patterns. I wasn’t sure quite what I was doing but Julie was panting like she was running uphill, and her hips were moving up and down as I got close. I let my tongue slide just barely past her center and she moaned, “Oh, my God…”

I came back down again, this time nuzzling my way right down the middle. I let my lips tease her puffy, swollen labia, then ran my tongue up the outside of her slit. The rich, slightly metallic taste of her almost overpowered my senses, and an intense wave of pleasure washed through me as I squeezed my legs together. I felt like if someone put a hand down there it would take me all of two seconds to come!

I let my tongue slip between her folds, into her opening. She was really warm inside, and the taste of her was extra strong. I pushed deeper, seeing how far my tongue would go. Julie whimpered, pressing her hips into my face. I withdrew my tongue from her pussy, then trailed it upwards until I was teasing her clit.

I just played at first, flicking it with the tip of my tongue and taking it between my lips. Julie was letting out little gasps and moans, and when I pulled away to run my tongue along her outer lips again she whispered, “Mal… please.”

I couldn’t say no to her. My tongue found her clit again, and this time I didn’t pull away. She cried out, a hard shudder running through her body. I glanced up to see Julie staring at me, lips parted, her forehead glistening with sweat. When our eyes met, she reached out with both hands to stroke my hair.

Now I licked faster, and she threw her head back and moaned again, this time louder. Her fingers twisted into my hair. It hurt a little, but I didn’t mind. I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs, and when she thrust her hips into my face again, I gripped her butt cheeks and squeezed.

Now Megan was there, kissing and licking Julie’s chest, concentrating on her nipples. At some point she’d gotten rid of her shawl, and her blouse was almost completely unbuttoned. Julie was making a huge racket, not even trying to hold it in. Suddenly she was screaming, her hands squeezing my head tightly, her hips pumping furiously. Then she went still, breathing heavily and letting out little purring sounds.

I didn’t stop all at once, just slowed down, gently licking every inch of her beautiful, delicious pussy. The whole bottom half of my face was all sticky and wet, but I didn’t care.

After a few seconds of this, Julie gently pushed my face away, whispering, “No more… I’m good.”

I flopped down alongside Julie and squeezed her tightly. Megan was still  massaging her chest and shoulders.

“Your face is gooey,” Megan said. She was wearing that wicked grin again. “Did you like how she tasted?”. I nodded. “Can I have a sample?”

She bent down over me, and I raised my head to meet hers. Our mouths came together, the tips of our tongues meeting in a delicate dance. Megan sucked my lower lip, then brushed it with her tongue.

“Mmmm…” she breathed. “Delicious.” She looked down at Julie. “Do you want to taste yourself on her?”

Julie’s eyes met mine, and we slowly came together. First we shared a slow, sweet, tender kiss. Then she was kissing around the edge of my mouth, her tongue flicking out to take in the wetness she’d left on my face. I was already way beyond horny, and this just drove me wild! I pulled Julie to me and kissed her hard, my tongue diving into her mouth. She met my passion and raised it. I completely lost control, grinding my body into hers.

Suddenly I felt fingers slip under the waistband of my panties, and glanced around to see Megan kneeling behind me. She’d taken her blouse all the way off, her boobs still concealed by a plain white bra. She winked at me, then slid my panties down and off, pausing a moment to hold them to her face. “You smell incredible,” she murmured, her eyes dreamy.

Springing into action, Julie pushed me onto my back and began raining kisses on my face, over my chin, down my neck and lower. She paused to lick my nipples, moving from one to the other and back again.

I felt her hand slide down my belly, and when it inched past my aching pussy and onto my thigh, I grabbed her wrist and guided Julie’s fingers where they needed to go. “I can’t wait anymore,” I gasped.

Julie got the point. Her hand slipped between my legs, and she buried a finger in my folds, moving straight to my hard little bud, and the pleasure was immediate and intense. I pressed my head back into the pillow and cried out.

I could hear wet, juicy sounds as Julie’s finger began moving quickly, my hips moving in time with her as I rode these intense waves of pleasure. She kissed her way down my chest and belly, hesitated just before she reached my center… then her finger disappeared and was quickly replaced by her tongue.

Holy crow, was that ever different from a finger! The soft warmth of it was a whole new sensation, and I could instantly feel my orgasm building. Then Megan was there, her lips meeting mine, her tongue slipping between them. And as I came, I screamed into her mouth.

On to Chapter Eleven!

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 and Katia go shopping for a particular sex toy…

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

It was Saturday, and Mum was off playing golf, so we naturally invited Rachel over. She arrived at lunchtime, gave Beth a quick hello, then came to find me.

Rachel was dressed in a t-shirt without a bra and yellow shorts so tight, they might as well have been painted on her arse. God, she looked stunning.

Reaching out to snatch her hand, I tugged that sexy little twelve-year-old onto the bed with me, my mouth finding hers in a kiss that got hot right away. Her kissing showed more confidence than before, and I wondered if she’d been practising with Beth. Somehow we managed to get ourselves undressed while we made out, leaving scattered clothes everywhere.

Rachel and I ground our naked bodies together, kissing again and again. Suddenly she broke away. “Will you lick me, Katia? I – I’ve been dreaming of you doing that.”

I saw the need in her eyes, and it turned me on in a big way. “I’d love to,” I told her, rolling onto my back. “Come kneel over my face, and I’ll lick you that way.”

Straddling me, Rachel carefully lowered herself to my mouth. I heard her sigh when I buried my lips in the warmth of her pussy, savouring the tart flavour as I explored her with my tongue.

I felt a gentle caress between my legs, and moaned, “Oh yes, Rachel,” before it struck me that she was gripping my head with both hands.

“It’s not Rachel, it’s me.” I heard Beth say. “Don’t see why I should get left out of the fun.” Working her fingers into my pussy, she began to slide them in and out – gently at first, then harder and faster.

I wasn’t sure if I approved of my little sister butting in while I fucked someone else, but after a few strokes, any resistance I had was gone. I was pumping my hips in time with Beth’s thrusts, trying to take her even deeper.

Meanwhile, I began to tease Rachel’s clit – swiping it with little flicks of the tongue, then taking it between my lips to suck as she rocked her hips, grinding that juicy cunt into my face.

Then I felt a tongue tickling my own clit. Oh God, my little sister was going down on me. Fuck, she was good for a beginner.

I knew I could come at any second, but chose to hold myself back while I worked to bring Rachel to her peak. It didn’t take long. Her arse lifted from my chest, a sharp scream escaping her lips as she let go and came into my mouth, her juices splashing my face and chest. She had a habit of doing that. Not that I was complaining, mind you.

Seconds later, my own pent up orgasm hit like a thunderbolt. I could hardly breathe, and my body had gone rigid. I began to shiver, then shake as a second orgasm rocked me to the core. Rachel was kissing me, her tongue in my panting mouth as I had another, smaller and final climax.

The last thing I remember was both girls resting their heads on my tits, swapping tongue kisses. I heard Rachel say, “She tastes nice, don’t you think?” Then I drifted off.

When I came to, the bed was rocking a bit. I opened my eyes and saw both girls, stretched out alongside me in a classic 69 position. They were sucking and slurping at each other. Beth was on top, pumping her thighs so her pussy rocked back and forth on Rachel’s tongue.

For a while I lay there quietly, taking in the incredible sight of two twelve-year-olds eating pussy. Soon, I needed to do more than just watch.

I tapped Beth on the arse. When her eyes opened, she knew right away what I wanted. She and Rachel made room for me, and I turned their sixty-nine into a daisy chain. I licked my little sister while Rachel went down on me, then we switched it round. What a morning!

***

That Wednesday was Rachel’s birthday. She was over the moon at finally being a teenager. While Mum was out working in the garden, I gave my twelve-year-old girlfriend her present, then watched as she opened the little parcel. Her eyes went wide when she saw the gold necklace and heart shaped pendant. The heart was inset with beautiful white stones.

Tears came to her eyes. “Oh Katia, it’s gorgeous. God, I love it so much.” She leaned in and kissed me until I pulled away, which caused her to pout a bit… at least, until I withdrew the second parcel from beneath my pillow and handed it to her. “Here’s one from Beth and me.”

“I picked this out,” Beth said, rubbing her hands together. “Just wait… you’re gonna love it.”

Again, Rachel hastened to unwrap it. This time, her jaw dropped and she cried, “Yes! God, yes!” It was a rabbit vibrator exactly like the one Beth owned, but in a different colour.

“It’s already got batteries in it, so you two take it up to Beth’s room and have some fun.”

“But, Katia,” she protested, looking from me to my sister, “we should all be together!”

I patted her leg. “I know… but we can’t, not when Mum’s at home.”

“She’s right, Rach,” Beth said. “If Katia hangs out with us for that long, Mum’ll think something weird’s going on.”

“So off you two go and play. I do expect a full report, though.”

***

As the weeks passed, life for the three of us seemed to get better and better. I completely embraced my lesbian identity – even coming out to Mum, who couldn’t have been more supportive. “I had it off with a few girls when I was your age,” she told me. “Your father never knew about that.”

“Maybe you ought to try it again, Mum,” I said. “Folks aren’t as weird about that kind of thing as they used to be.”

She gave a thoughtful nod. “Maybe I should.”

Beth wanted to come out too, but decided not to say anything to Mum until she was fifteen. “She’d only tell me I was too young to have a girlfriend,” she said. At any rate, Beth still had Rachel as a sex partner… and me. I hadn’t planned to fuck my sister on a regular basis, but it was far too easy for us to fall into bed together when we were both in a lustful mood. Finally, I had to accept that Beth and I were lovers, and it was practically the same as what I had going with Rachel.

My sister and I also visited Saphoria regularly to chat with our hot online friends and girlfriends. Rachel often joined us, because she didn’t dare visit the site from her home. She had very religious parents who constantly checked up on her internet activity. So whenever Rachel dropped by, she always took a few minutes to get caught up with the girls she liked to chat with. Sometimes my sister and I got to watch her masturbate. Sometimes we’d join in.

***

One afternoon, Fire and Trace dropped by while Mum was off on a visit to my Aunt Gemma. The way it usually went, Beth would disappear to do something on her own when my friends were there, like go to the mall or the library, or simply adjourn to her room. Things had changed, though, now that my sister and I were having frequent sex. This time, Beth chose to stick around. I had a sneaking suspicion of what she was up to… and what happened next proved me right.

When Fire shrugged out of her leather jacket, her unrestrained tits were all but visible through the skimpy vest thing she wore. That’s when I saw Beth staring. Fuck, her tongue was practically hanging out! She soon became aware that I was watching her. A deep flush appeared on her cheeks, she hastened off to her bedroom… and that’s the last I saw of her until Mum got home and we came down for supper. I’d spent the whole afternoon getting down and dirty with Trace and Fire, and it wouldn’t have surprised me one bit to find out Beth had her ear pressed to the wall, a hand buried in her knickers while she listened to us fuck.

Later that same night, Beth came into my room to ask me, “Hey, Kat – don’t you think it’s time you got yourself a strappy?”

Okay, that caught me by surprise. “And why do I need a strap-on cock?”

Beth rolled her eyes. “To fuck other girls, you eejit!”

“Oh, I see. And might you be one of these ’other girls’?”

Give my sister credit – she managed to look slightly embarrassed. “Well… yeah. I mean, it seems like all the girls on Saphoria want to fuck me. I want to know what it’s like!” Drawing closer, she nuzzled my ear, whispering, “C’mon, wouldn’t you like to shag your little sis?” She giggled. “I totally wanna do it to you, Katia… front and back!”

I stared at her. “You’re serious.”

Another eye-roll. “Of course I am; wouldn’t ask otherwise. We’ve done everything else, right? It’s time we fucked each other for real. Rachel, too. Bet she totally wants to!”

I had to admit it – the idea of fucking Rachel really appealed to me. And to be honest, I wanted to do the same to my sister.

But Beth hadn’t quite finished. “See, when I tell my friend at Saphoria what I want her to do to me, I need to know what I’m talking about, really know. She’s clever and experienced, and I’m still learning this stuff. I don’t want her to think I’m just a dumb kid, y’know?” She gave me a big smile. “If you fuck me for real, then I can be real.”

Wow… that’s some genuine insight from my little sis, I told myself. When did she get so mature for her age?

I was convinced… and that meant another visit to Ann Summers to shop for sex gear. Beth was right, though – it was the next logical step for us.

***

On our previous trip to Ann Summers, Beth and I had been assisted most ably by a sexy young lesbian named Stevie. We were pleased to see her again, but she was flat-out delighted, looking at my sister in a way that convinced me she had a major thing for little girls.

Stevie’s face was a picture when I told her Beth and I were shopping for a strap-on. She took a quick glance around to make sure there was no one anywhere near us, then asked, “So, you two gonna use it to fuck each other? Maybe someone else?”

For very obvious reasons, we’d never told anyone about what Beth, Rachel and I got up to behind closed doors. Stevie seemed like a co-conspirator of sorts, having sold us our collection of sex toys… still, I was hesitant to share my intimate details. After all, I was having it off with two underage girls, one of whom was my  own sister.

Stevie saw my apprehensive look. “Don’t worry, girls,” she murmured, touching my arm. “I treat all my customers with the utmost discretion. Wouldn’t have a job here for long if I went about blabbing secrets!”

Beth, of course, didn’t hesitate. Pointing at me, she said, “My big sister and I fuck each other… and we also fuck my best friend. The strappy is for all three of us.”

To her credit, Stevie didn’t look at all shocked – in fact, she broke into a huge grin. “I knew it. You two look sooo much alike! Some people think it’s weird, sisters doing each other… but not me. I’ve got an epic case of the hots for my big sissy, but she only likes blokes.” Reaching out, she took a box from the shelf, which she handed it to me. “This is the strap-on set I’d recommend, if you’re new to it.”

I studied the package… yeah, it looked just like what we wanted. Two bright red latex cocks in different sizes, plus a leather harness.

“Use the small one to start with,” Stevie told us, “then once you’re comfy with it, you can try the big boy.” Turning to Beth, she added, “You and your friend should probably stick to the small one for a couple of years. Believe me, you do not want a sex toy injury at your age.”

“Yeah, I think we’ll take this,” I said. “Look good to you, sis?”

“Looks great!” Beth exclaimed, eagerly nodding.

Stevie led us to the register, where I took out our carefully hoarded cash. Like last time, she rang it up with her employee discount. Putting our purchase in a bag, she handed it to my sister.

“Can I be a bit forward here, Beth?” she said, suddenly shy. “I don’t normally act this way with customers, but, um… I’m very attracted to you, and I’d love to show you my collection of toys. Maybe if you’re into it, we could even…” She left the sentence unfinished, her cheeks now flushed pink.

It was Beth’s turn to make sure we were unobserved. She stepped close to Stevie, went up on tiptoe and gave her a gentle kiss. “If you wanna fuck me, say so, okay? I’m no dumb little kid.”

What she did next made even my jaw drop: Beth placed a hand on the crotch of Stevie’s tight leather pants, cupping her pubis. “Ask my sister, she’ll tell you. I’m an amazing lover.”

Stevie looked at me, eyes wide in astonishment. “Is she serious?”

Beth didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, she began to rub Stevie’s cunt through her trousers, staring into the woman’s eyes. “You want sex with me, right?” she said. “I mean, you’re inviting me over to check out your sex gear, for fuck’s sake. Or are you just playing a game with me? Well, I’m not playing now, I’m calling you out. Are we getting together to do this thing, or what?”

Stevie was struggling to pull herself together… which wasn’t easy, because Beth’s hand was still busy between her legs. Finally she pulled away from my sister, panting for breath. Grasping Beth’s shoulder, Stevie said, “Come with me, you two.”

She led us through a door at the back, which led into a small room crammed with boxes of all shapes and sizes. A counter ran along one wall with a computer terminal at one end. Shutting the door with a kick, Stevie drew Beth into her arms, and they came together in a passionate kiss.

When Stevie broke away, she unbuttoned her pants with a violent tug, pulled the zipper down to reveal black knickers, then leaned back against the long counter. “Okay,” she growled, eager for Beth’s caress, “okay. Do what you want to me.”

With an angelic smile, my sister pushed her denim shorts down to the floor, along with her underpants. “You touch me too,” she said. Reaching for Stevie’s hand, she placed it on the rise of her bare vulva.

Stevie looked as if she might keel over in a dead faint. I guess she’d been dreaming of fondling a little girl for a long time, and her fantasy was finally coming true. “Oh God, oh my fucking God,” she whispered, her fingers trailing through my sister’s cunt.

“Yeah,” Beth cooed, flashing that naughty-girl grin that never failed to get my motor humming. She shoved a hand into Stevie’s knickers and got to work.

By then, they were both so keyed up that there was no way this could last for long. Stevie was first to get off, hissing, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Beth hit her peak seconds later, mewling wordlessly as she came.

Stevie and my sister came together in a breathless embrace, holding one another while they recovered. Beth was first to pull away. She licked at her wet fingers, then took them into her mouth. Mmmmm, lovely,” she said. “Your cunt tastes yummy… like a ripe pear.”

Stevie stared at Beth for a moment, as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened. “I think you and me are gonna fuck again really soon, girl. A hot, wet, nasty fuck.” She glanced at me, “Is that okay with you? Don’t worry, I’ll treat her right.”

“I don’t tell my sister what to do,” I said. “If Beth trusts you, that’s good enough for me.”

“I’m into it,” Beth announced. “Here, let me see your phone.” Stevie handed it over, and my sister entered her number into it. “There you go. If my mum answers, tell her you’re a friend of mine from school.”

“I will,” Stevie said. “Hey, Beth, how about one last kiss before I kick you guys out?”

Without a word, Beth drifted into the older girl’s arms, and they kissed passionately. I picked up our bag, and we exchanged goodbyes with Stevie before setting off for home.

As we got on my motorcycle, Beth with our bag tucked under her arm, she said, “I bet you’re pretty wet right now, huh?”

“Spot on, Sherlock,” I replied. “You guys put on one amazing show.”

I felt her lips graze my ear. “Tell you what. Mum won’t be home for another couple of hours… how ‘bout I put this new strappy on and shag the arse off you?”

Oh, my God, what a wonderful idea. “I could go for that,” I admitted, trying to seem calm about it.

She kissed the back of my neck. “Then get this machine moving, big sister!”

An hour or so later, Beth and I were nestled together in my bed, completely naked and very satisfied. Our new sex toy had worked beautifully. We tried it doggie style at first, but my sister was a little too short to make that work. So I lay on my back with my legs spread, then Beth got on top and went into me.

It was perfect, absolutely perfect! I really liked being able to kiss Beth while we fucked. She and I held each other like we couldn’t get close enough, our tongues playing lovely games as she pumped that slippery cock in and out, in and out.

When I came, it was the best orgasm ever. Afterward, Beth told me that I nearly threw her off the bed! She wanted me to fuck her with the smaller cock right away, but I talked her into waiting until we had more time to do it right. Instead, she sat on my face and I licked her until she came.

Beth did end up getting together several times with Stevie, but it was tricky – her work routine didn’t fit well with Beth’s school hours. Besides, it was a nine mile bus ride into the city.

Once they tried to fuck in the Ann Summers stock room, but came very close to getting caught by Stevie’s boss. They didn’t try that again.

It was some time later that Beth told me Stevie was a bit too kinky for her taste. She had all kinds of bondage stuff and wanted to tie my sister up. She also really liked to be peed on, and talked Beth into doing that to her once. “It’s not for me,” was all Beth had to say about that.

***

A few months drifted by. Rachel found a new girlfriend, one her own age, and decided to commit to a full-time relationship. She remained friends with Beth and me, but we were no longer lovers.

Not long after that, I was asked out on a date by a girl on my soccer team named Tabitha who had flirted with me a few times. I accepted, not expecting much.

I was wrong. That evening was the beginning of a short but intense affair. Tabitha was two years older, with a reputation for making conquests that never became serious relationships. She told me it was different this time, that she’d wanted me ever since we first met. That’s why she persisted until I gave in.

I soon realised that although we got on well together and I enjoyed her company, I didn’t have true romantic feelings for Tabitha. But I was perfectly happy to drift along with her in a casual way. I’ll say this, too: she was a marvellous lover.

Tabitha wanted to know how I came to prefer girls to boys, and I told her all about my first time at the bike rally, when Fire and Trace had first befriended me, then taught me all about lesbian sex. She loved the story, and insisted on hearing every detail, often right before the two of us had sex

Speaking of Fire and Trace, they still dropped by from time to time. We had become firm friends as well as occasional sex partners. Even Mum, who had been unnerved by Fire at first, had come to like them both, though had no idea that the three of us were fucking. My mother was okay with me being gay, but indulging in threesomes would have been too wild a notion for her liking.

Beth, on the other hand, very much wanted to get in on what we had, though she never said as much to me. She was determined to seduce Fire and Trace without any help at all from her big sister… and on one particular visit from my older friends, Beth made her move.

I was idly doing homework when my phone buzzed, walking itself across the bedside table toward the edge. Snatching it up just in time, I thumbed the screen, thrilled to see Trace’s name.

I quickly answered. “Hiya, sexy. How’s everything?”

“Never better, sweetheart. Hey look, we’re gonna be swingin’ by your way in a couple of hours. Thought we might drop by for a bite… and more, if you’ve got the time, cookie. What d’ya reckon?”

“Oh, shit! I have to leave in half an hour for footy practice,” I told her. “But listen, my little sister will be here. She can knock together a couple of sandwiches for you guys.”

I heard her chuckle, “That’s cool, babe. I like your sister, she’s a sexy little bitch and she fuckin’ knows it. Way too young for us, but I reckon she’ll be a stunner in five years or so.”

“Okay, then. Shit, I’m totally in the mood to wreck the bed with you and Fire. If you could maybe stick around until two-ish, I’ll make it home…”

“Yeh, maybe we can do that. See you then, girl!”

I let Beth know they were coming before I left. I saw a sly grin briefly touch her face. It was obvious what she was thinking. Not a chance, I thought, but didn’t say anything.

As it turned out, I underestimated my little sister in a big way.

On to Chapter Five!

For kinkychic and kinkys_sis

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

My sister Stacy has big tits. She’s proud of them, I think, but she only wears extra-extra-baggy sweatshirts at school because the girls tease her and the boys try to grab her in the halls.

At home with me it’s different. She can show off all she wants, because I’m smaller than she is, and I’m kind of in awe.

It’s not like she suddenly decided to walk around topless in front of me. Actually, it was kind of my idea, or at least I’m responsible. It happened one Friday after school. I was up in our room, and I dug one of her bras out of the dresser. I was wondering what it would be like to have breasts like hers, so I took off my T-shirt, and I was holding the bra across my chest, looking at myself in the mirror, when she walked in on me. I didn’t even know she was home.

Stacy was nice about it, though. She didn’t laugh or yell at me for going through her stuff. She even came over and fastened the hooks in back and tightened the shoulder straps.

“There. You feel grown up now?” she said.

“Not really.” The bra didn’t fit. It was too big, even with the straps tightened all the way, and worse, the cups were empty. Stacy got some socks out of her drawer, and we stuffed those in.

“Better?” she asked.

Actually, it was pathetic.

“I’m never gonna be like you,” I said.

“You’re still a kid,” she said.

“You already had them by now.”

It’s true. Stacy’s thirteen, and she started developing when she was like nine. I’m almost eleven, and I still look like a boy without a wiener.

“You’re prob’ly gonna look like Aunt Cathy,” Stacy said. That’s my dad’s sister I was named after. Everybody in his family is skinny. Stacy’s built more like my mom.

“Aunt Cathy is like a double-A,” I said.

“She’s lucky, and so are you,” Stacy said. “Big tits are a pain in the ass.”

“So how do I take this off?”

“Just reach back and undo the hooks.”

I tried that, but I couldn’t get a grip on the straps, and after a bit it felt like somebody was twisting my arms.

“Or you could turn it around and do the hooks from the front,” Stacy said. “A lot of girls do that.”

“How do you do it?”

“From the back,” she said. “But I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“Could you show me?”

“What – show you how I take off my bra?”

“Yeah.”

“What for?”

“You’re my big sister. You’re supposed to teach me stuff.”

“Yeah, right,” she said. But she thought about it for a second and took off her sweatshirt. She was wearing the same kind of bra I tried on, but it looked a lot different on her. She filled it out totally, like she was about to break through it. The cups only covered her breasts underneath, and the tops were bare and puffed up. I thought it was a shame she covered them up all the time.

“Now, watch, dummy,” she said. She turned her back to me, reached behind her with one hand and popped the hooks just by snapping her fingers. It was like a magic trick, it happened so fast. The straps sprang open. She had to catch the bra before it dropped off her chest.

That should have been it. The demonstration was over. She could have redone the hooks and put her sweatshirt back on. But she didn’t. Instead, she took the bra all the way off. She held it a little above her head, so I could see it, and said, really snarky, “Now, you fold it carefully, one cup inside the other, like this, and wrap the straps around them. And ta da! ” She turned around, holding the bra out.

I couldn’t talk. Seriously. They were too perfect. At least I thought so. My arm came up like it had a mind of its own. I stopped myself when I realized what I was doing, but just as I was pulling back, Stacy took my hand and laid it on top of her right tit.

“Is that what you wanted?” she said, like it was some kind of accusation. “That’s what everybody wants.”

Well, I could understand why the boys at school were always grabbing them. Right then, I was on their side. And it pissed me off because she was putting it all on me, like I was the one who wanted a feel, and she was just putting up with it. Like, oh, my tits are no big deal and everybody else is a pig. Which was bull. She wanted it as much as I did, because she slid my hand down, over the nipple and around to the outside. It was funny, the way it wobbled, like jello. I took hold of the other one, too, and jiggled it the same way.

“Okay,” she said. “That’s enough.”

Not yet, it wasn’t. I flicked the nips with my thumbs.

“Oh!” she said. She didn’t sound at all annoyed that time. So I did it more, like I was playing one of those thumb pianos in music class.

The nips were longer and stiffer now than when she took off her bra, and a darker shade of pink, like they were blushing. Her face was red, too. Something was happening to her. She had to put her hands on my shoulders to stay standing.

“You okay?” I said.

“Yeah, fine.”

I pinched one nip between my thumb and forefinger and pulled it out as far as I could. It was really solid, and her tit seemed to pull back on it. I was afraid maybe it would hurt, but she didn’t mind at all.

“Do the other one,” she said.

This was like playing in a sandbox, my own little playground. Stacy let me do whatever I felt like – squeeze them and press them flat and move them around in circles. We could have gone for an hour if we hadn’t heard the front door open.

“You girls home?” Mom called.

“Yeah!” Stacy yelled, and she jumped back.

I heard Mom’s keys jingling, and the door closing, and then Mom’s footsteps on the stairs, and for the first time, I noticed we’d left the bedroom door open.

“What naughty things are you two up to?” Mom called. She didn’t sound suspicious or anything. She was just kidding around, but I was in a panic. I mean, shit! What would she think if she caught me in Stacy’s bra, stuffed with socks, and Stacy with her tits bare?

I managed to pull the thing off over my head and throw it behind the dresser, but I was still topless, fooling with my T-shirt, when Mom walked in. She hardly noticed. I guess she thought I was just changing. Besides, there’s nothing to see when I’m only naked from the waist up.

Stacy got her sweatshirt back on in time, but she left her bra on her bed. Mom didn’t seem to notice that, either. She kissed us and asked what we wanted for dinner and went to her own room to change.

Stacy and I looked at each other, bug-eyed, like we’d just missed being in a car wreck. Then we went downstairs.

Friday nights we’re allowed to stay up late. Usually, it’s fun to hang out with Mom, but tonight dragged on and on. All I could think about was Stacy in that sweatshirt and no bra. Her tits jiggled every time she moved, and the sides made round bulges under the flannel, and sometimes the nipples poked up. I could still feel them in my hands.

Then, around nine, Stacy suddenly announced she wanted to go to bed, which was way early. Mom was surprised, since Stacy didn’t seem all that tired, but she wasn’t going to argue if it meant the house would be quiet for one night.

I felt let down. I was planning to stay up with Mom when Stacy caught my eye and jerked her head toward the stairs.

“Y’know, I think I’m kind of tired, too,” I said.

“Rough week at school?” Mom asked.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“You’re like old women,” Mom said. “I thought I was the only one.” Me and Stacy lined up for our goodnight kiss, and Mom wished us sweet dreams.

We went upstairs single-file, Stace leading the way. She didn’t seem to be in any hurry, but I was getting more antsy with every step.

“What’s goin’ on?” I said.

“Shh,” she said.

We got to our room. As soon as I closed the door, Stacy stripped down to her panties, flopped back on her bed, and slapped her thighs, like “hop on.” “Take your jeans off first,” she said.

So I did. I got on top of her in just my panties and T-shirt. Her boobs were kind of hanging away from each other, bulging at the sides. I pushed them together, then let go and watched them slide apart. I did that a few times.

“Do that thing with your thumbs,” Stacy said.

I played the music-class game again – Plink! Plink! Plink! – and when her nipples got rubbery, I twirled them in my fingers and pulled on them, like before, to see how far I could stretch them.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked.

“No, it’s cool.”

“I thought big tits were a pain in the ass.”

“Sometimes,” she said.

I had an idea. Before I thought to stop myself, I bent down and kissed her nipple. She was like all shocked, but not really.

“You’re bad,” she said.

I kissed it again, but this time I stayed there, feeling the tiny bumps against my lips. Stacy made a noise, like ahh, which I took to mean she liked it. I gave it a little lick.

“Oh, do that more,” she said. She stuck her fingers through my hair and pulled my face in. The skin smelled nice. There was a trace of the lavender soap we have in the shower. It was making me dizzy. And I thought, okay, I’m here, she likes it, I might as well. So I opened wide and sucked.

Stacy started squirming underneath me. “Ooh,” she said, all out of breath. It was sweet, and in a weird way, it made me feel like I was the big sister. I sucked harder. Stacy got stiff all over. She froze for a long time, pushing up with her heels. Then she crashed and laid still, panting.

“Are you okay?” I said. “Stace?”

I’ll never forget what she said next.

“I am so fucking horny.”

Those were her exact words. Then she jumped on me. She pushed me over on my back, pulled my shirt up, and licked all over my chest. She was so into it, it was scary, though it didn’t feel like much. I mean, it tickled, which was fun, but I didn’t see what the big deal was. Maybe my nipples aren’t as sensitive as hers are yet. And I’m laying there thinking, Does everybody get this crazy when they’re thirteen?

What I really liked – and I really liked it – was when she pulled my panties down and played with my pussy. Yeah, I know the word. I’ve been touching myself down there since I was little, but it never felt so good before. Stacy pressed hard at the top, over that tiny bump, and jerked her hand around. Then she stuck her middle finger up my hole. I was so slippery by then, it was all the way in before I knew what was going on.

My panties were down around my knees. I kicked at them and got one leg out, so they were hanging off my other ankle. I spread my legs more, and Stacy pumped me faster. Her hand kept slapping my magic bump.

“You like it when I fuck your cunt?” she said.

I went Huh! out loud and Stacy kissed me hard. All these feelings were piling on – her finger in my pussy, her tongue in my mouth, her tits in my hands. It kept getting more intense, building and building.

It couldn’t keep going. Something had to happen, and it did. I never felt anything even close to it before, but I knew what it was. It had to be. My first Big O. It was a total out-of-body thing. I mean, I heard they were supposed to be nice, but shit! Nothing you read in a book, or any kind of heart-to-heart with your mom, can prepare you for the mind-blowing awesomeness of it.

And speaking of Mom, that was the moment she decided to knock on the door.

“You girls all right in there?”

“YEAH WE’RE FINE!” Stacy yelled. She yanked her finger out of my pussy, but my orgasm didn’t stop. The fear just made it bigger. I had one more giant wave to get through. I curled up, hugging my knees, and rode it out, praying Mom would not open that door.

“What was that noise?” Mom went on, like a nosy bitch. “It sounded like one of you was hurt.”

“Cat stubbed her toe,” Stacy said.

“Okay then. As long as you’re all right. Sleep tight, both of you. I love you.”

“Love you, Mom,” Stacy said.

“How ’bout you, Cat? You sure you’re all right?”

“I’m okay, Mom.” Finally, I could talk. “Really! I love you! Good night!” Go away already! The hall got quiet again.

“Oh my God!” Stacy mouthed.

“Whew!” I said, laughing in spite of myself. Stacy reached back and turned out the light on the nightstand. We laid there in the dark, holding each other until we stopped shaking.

“You almost got us killed,” Stacy whispered.

“Me? It was your fault,” I said. I mimicked her in my squeakiest voice: “‘I am so fucking horny!’”

“Bitch, shut up!” she said. She smacked my ass. Not hard, because she didn’t want Mom to hear, but it still stung.

We couldn’t stop giggling. Not till we kissed. That got us serious again, fast. I should have felt like a total perv, kissing my own sister the way I’d kiss a boy, but I was so relieved after the thing with Mom, I wanted that affection. Anyway, it was no pervier than Stacy sticking her finger up my pussy.

We made out a long time, like real lesbian girlfriends, with our lips kind of chewing and our tongues rolling back and forth, sliding and tangling. I loved that. I felt Stacy’s tits while we did it. She held my ass. Finally I worked up my courage and put my hand down her panties. She was an oozy mess down there, which I kind of expected, but she’s also got hair, which I don’t yet. It felt like a wet sponge.

“I’m soaked,” she said. And she wriggled out of her panties while I kicked my own off my foot and took my shirt off all the way. It was the best feeling to hug her tight, completely naked. (Well, second best, maybe.) Stacy’s skin was warm and smooth and her tits mashed against my chest. Our legs locked together, and pretty soon we nailed down the rhythm of rubbing each other’s pussies with our thighs.

I felt another O coming on, but it was different from my first one. It was slower and deeper and – I don’t know – cozier. I was learning there are different kinds. They can be wild, or they can be sweet. I like them either way.

“Stace?”

“Don’t stop. What?”

“Why’d you do that before?”

“Do what?”

“When you like jumped on me.”

“I don’t know. You were there.”

“Because I sucked your tits?”

“It turned me on.”

“Will that happen every time?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Try it again and see.”

She arched her back, pushing her tits up. They looked pale and blurry in the dark, like ghosts, and the circles at the ends looked black. I took one in my mouth, and then the other one after a while. Stacy didn’t go crazy this time, even though I sucked and sucked, but I wasn’t disappointed. I’m sure she wasn’t, either. Not from the way she kept moaning.

Like I said, that’s how we started. We do shit all the time now, whenever Mom’s not around. Like we eat each other out, taking turns, or both at the same time. Stacy sticks her tongue up my ass, or between my toes. I swear to God, there’s not an inch of my body she hasn’t kissed, licked, or sucked.

I kiss her all over, too, but her tits are still my fave. Stace hardly ever wears a bra at home anymore, and anytime I feel like it, I can pull her sweatshirt up and have a snack. Or I’ll do raspberries on them, or just lay naked in bed with her and rest my head between them. They make nice fluffy pillows.

I was afraid Stace’d get pissed with me, ’cause I’m being so obsessive, or at least complain about her nipples getting chapped, but I remember what she said one time when I told her I could suck them forever.

“So shut up and do it.”

The End

To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please consult the Pages From a Diary Chapter Links.

by Rachael Yukey

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the living room windows. I had shifted during the night and was sprawled across Julie, my head resting on her chest. She had both arms wrapped around me. I squinted in the bright light, but then my eyes cleared and fixed on Julie’s grandma, who was sitting across the room in a recliner, reading a paperback. My head jerked up in surprise. Helen caught the motion, lowered her book, and smiled at me.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said. “You two look cozy.”

I don’t know if it was my moving around or Helen’s voice, but Julie began to stir. I turned to look at her, and she was blinking. When her eyes were fully open, she saw her grandmother in the chair and quickly pushed me away.

“Oof, Mal…” she said with a grunt. “You’re squishing me, you lumpus!”

We both giggled, and I rolled onto my back. It was warm in the room, and I pushed the covers off before realizing my nightgown had pulled up past my waist while I was sleeping. I quickly pushed it down to conceal my panties. I knew I was blushing a little.

“It’s okay,” said Helen. “No one but us girls in here, you know.”

“Willie might come in,” I reasoned.

“No, he won’t. He’s having coffee with my dad… Julie’s great grandpa. We usually go over there together on Saturday mornings, but I stuck around today since you girls are here.” She got up, came over to the bed and took a long, deep sniff.

“You girls need to take a shower before Willie gets back,” she advised. Julie and I gave each other a guilty look.

“It sure can get sweaty under the covers!” said Julie, a little too quickly.

Helen smiled sweetly. “Yes, it can,” she said, “and sometimes girls at sleepovers have secret, special fun together after bedtime. I was a girl once, and had some very… um… pleasant sleepovers with my friends, too. So! Why don’t you two go hop in the shower, and I’ll throw these sheets into the washing machine. Deal?”

We got ourselves out of bed, grabbed our overnight bags, and beat a hasty retreat into the bathroom. Once we were together under the hot spray, Julie leaned close and hissed, “I cannot believe that just happened!”

“Me, either,” I said. “Your grandma is the coolest ever, though. Mine would have locked me up and thrown away the key. My mom, too. I don’t even want to think about what my dad would do.”

“Do you really think she could smell it?”

“We both got pretty juicy down there… and we didn’t wash up after.”

“Yeah…”

We helped each other wash our hair and backs. It was a little arousing, but I pushed those feelings aside. Even without that, it felt good to touch Julie, care for her, and to be touched and cared for. Finally we got out, toweled dry, and got into our clothes.

When we left the bathroom we could smell bacon frying. Helen made us heaping plates of eggs, bacon, and hash browns. I ate every bite… I was starving.

After breakfast, we got our coats and boots on and hiked up across the field, dry soybean stubble crunching under our feet. The fields on their farm are very hilly, and even I can tell it’s not very good soil. Instead of a rich, dark black, it’s golden and sandy. But it doesn’t matter these days, I guess. My dad likes to say the soil is just there to hold the plants up, and fertilizer is what makes it grow.

We crested a largish hill with a long slope, and then I could see the woods they’d been talking about. Downhill a little ways, and we were in them. It dropped off pretty sharply once you got in there; a really steep downhill slope. I wasn’t really surprised. About the only place you see woods in farm country is places where it’s too hilly or too wet to drive tractors. This was both. In fact, there was a lake at the bottom of the hill.

The woods were brambly and full of prickly pear, so we picked our way along some deer trails. There’s a lot of deer sign out there, so the hunting must be pretty good. These trails were wide and easy to follow. The whole way Helen pointed out wild plants that are edible or can be used for medicine. Most of them had dried up for the year, but she could still tell you what each one was.

It’s funny. Most of the people who grew up on farms don’t know this stuff anymore, but Helen lived in the city until she and Willie retired, and she can identify almost anything in the woods. I wonder where she learned it.

About two thirds of the way down the hill we found the tree where the mushrooms grew. There were seven of them growing in a stack on the trunk. The biggest was maybe ten inches across, and the smallest probably half that. The top one was already starting to separate from the tree.

Helen knelt down and gently pried on it, with her fingers very close to the trunk. It broke off cleanly, and she handed it to me. It was still a little squishy, but I could tell it was mostly dry. I put it into a bag we’d brought along for them.

“The ones below are bigger,” she told me. “It’ll be easier to pull them off without breaking them if I have help.”

I handed the bag to Julie and knelt down alongside Helen. Using all four hands, we were able to work the mushroom back and forth without flexing it too much, and it came off of the tree in one piece. I passed it to Julie, and she stashed it in the bag.

We worked our way down to the bottom mushroom, which was the biggest, and managed to break them all off without damaging any. I took the bag back from Julie and slung it over my shoulder. Then Julie and Helen took me on a tour around the outside edge of the farm. The Hansons own 200 acres, which isn’t much these days. Their land is on both sides of the highway. A lot of it is swampy and hilly.

Willie was home and in his office by the time we got back. Except he doesn’t like people calling it an office! I guess it’s a “man cave”. He usually sits in there with the door open. It’s a small room full of workbenches and tools, but mostly what he does in there is play games on his computer. They looked like violent ones.

Lisa and Jason showed up just before lunch. We ate grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, and then went out to harvest the squash. The vegetable garden is high up on the hill towards the highway, right up by the house where Jason’s sister Theresa lives. She came out to help us pick the squash.

Theresa works nights at a hospital about thirty miles away. She’s married, but her husband is in the Navy and nobody sees much of him. She’s about twenty years old, and is the only person I’ve seen in Julie’s family who’s a little chubby. She has a round face with big dimples, and the same dark brown hair and eyes as Jason.

When we rolled up to the garden with me and Julie riding in the bed of Jason’s pickup, Theresa stepped out of her house, crossed her lawn to the garden area, and was standing behind the truck as Julie and I hopped down from the tailgate. She swept Julie into a quick hug, then turned to me with a bright smile.

“You must be Mallory!” she said. “Julie has told me so much about you. Would you like a hug?”

I was immediately taken with her. I opened my arms and stepped into Theresa’s embrace. She’s short enough that my face was pressed right up against her sizable boobs, and it made me tingle a little.

Then she stepped back, rubbed her hands together and said, “Okay, let’s go pick squash!” We marched into the field and got to work.

Being a farm girl you’d think I’d have done this a thousand times, but nope. My mom hasn’t grown a vegetable garden since I was little. I wasn’t even sure I knew what winter squashes taste like; Mom doesn’t buy them at the store. There sure are a lot of different kinds! The Hansons grow a lot of squash, and in all different shapes and sizes. There were little cute stripey ones the size of a big man’s fist, and huge gray or green ones that Jason said would weigh in at thirty or forty pounds.

It was actually pretty fun. Kind of like a treasure hunt! When the leaves and vines dried down it covered up a lot of the squash, and we’d just pull on the vines and dig under leaves until we found them. Some of the vines stretched over twenty feet! We’d find a squash, cut the stem off the vine with a little set of shears, and put it in one of the pickups. We had both Jason’s pickup and Willie’s, and filled up both of them. Willie was there, but mostly sat in his truck. His knees are too messed up for him to do work that takes a lot of walking.

Everyone hung close together while we picked, we all laughed and chatted. Theresa turned out to be one of the most cheerful and bubbly people I’ve ever met and was super-fun to be around. She knew lots of jokes, and was really good at telling them.

After the pickups were loaded we drove back down the hill, with Julie and me perched on top of the squash in the back of Jason’s pickup. Regular princesses of the squash truck, we were. We unloaded Willie’s pickup into the basement, then went into the living room and hung out there. The adults drank coffee, and Julie and I had pop. My parents hardly ever let me drink pop, and Julie doesn’t often get to either.

I liked spending time with Julie’s folks. When my family gets together the kids are either expected to disappear somewhere or sit super-quiet and not make a sound. Here, Julie and I were allowed to be a part of the conversation. Neither of us said all that much, but it was fun and made me feel really grown up.

We got packed up to leave around four. Jason and Lisa had dinner in the crockpot, and wanted to get the truckload of squash into the house before we ate. Before we took off, Helen took Julie and I upstairs. She’d found a cardboard box and we put all of the tree mushrooms into it, including the ones we picked that morning. I was going to leave those for Helen, but she insisted I take them. Then Helen showed us the sewing she’d done the night before by giving us each a Barbie doll! They were dressed in clothes made from the patterns Julie and I had picked out.

“Helen, you don’t have to…” I started to say.

“Hush,” she told me. “This is what I do. I pick up used Barbies at farm auctions or at junk shops. Sometimes I get whole boxes of them for almost nothing. Then I make clothes for them and give them to girls. So please, take it. I want you to.”

“Thank you Helen,” I said, and hugged her. She hugged me back.

“One other thing,” she said. “Obviously you two are big enough that the living room isn’t the best place for your, um… sleepover activities.”

I felt my face get hot, and Julie was suddenly very interested in her feet.

“Willie and I are in the middle of sealing and fixing up the basement,” she went on. “I’m thinking a foldout couch down there would be a good idea. Then next time you two come here overnight, you’ll have a little more privacy. Sound good?”

We both mumbled agreement, unable to meet Helen’s eyes. She seemed amused.

Downstairs we said our goodbyes and gave out hugs, then Julie and I piled into the backseat of Jason’s club cab Ford. We were disappointed that we couldn’t ride home in the back with the squash, but Jason pointed out that it’s been illegal to ride in the bed of a pickup on the highway for a long time now. Maybe that’s for the best.

When we pulled up to Julie’s house, Jason backed the pickup into the garage, really close to the basement stairway.

Loading the squash into the basement didn’t take long. It’s the first time I’ve been down there. There’s two parts. The original part of the house has an old, crumbly looking poured concrete basement. There’s no basement under the west addition where the kitchen is, but the newest part of the house on the east side has a more modern looking concrete block basement. None of it is finished. Jason told me there were bedrooms in the newer part when they moved in, but everything was water damaged so he ripped it all out. He says sealing and finishing the basement is at the bottom of his list of things to do, and that list is already pretty long. There’s a root cellar in the older half of the basement, and it was already full of potatoes, carrots, and garlic. We added the squash to that.

Dinner was a roast with potatoes and carrots, and after we finished eating Jason said he needed to run down to the basement for a few minutes. Once he’d disappeared down the stairs, Lisa beckoned us to follow her into the living room.

We sat on the couch together and she spoke in a low voice. “Julie told me you two are going to visit with Megan Frost tomorrow, and what it’s really all about.”

“I’m not even sure what it’s really all about,” I admitted.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied. “I think it’s great that you girls have found someone close to your own age to talk with about this stuff. So have fun, and keep an open mind about having new experiences. Okay?”

We both murmured agreement.

Not long after that, Jason drove me home, with Julie along for the ride. It’s the first time they’ve been to our farm, and I had to tell him where to go.

They helped me carry my stuff into the house, and Dad met us in the entryway. He and Jason shook hands, Jason asked him a question about the corn harvest, and while they talked farm stuff, Julie and I went up to my room. I had the box of mushrooms, and Julie carried my backpack and overnight bag. We dropped everything onto my bed, then Julie gathered me into a hug. I put my arms around her and laid my head against her chest, and she  buried her face in my hair. Hugging is the wrong word for what we were doing. We were holding each other… and it was the best feeling in the whole wide world.

“I wish you could stay with me tonight,” she whispered into my hair.

“I wish we were always together,” I said.

We parted, even though we didn’t want to, then went back downstairs and said our goodbyes. I almost told Julie that I’d see her tomorrow at Megan’s place, but then remembered that Dad was standing right behind me. I stood on the porch and waved as Jason’s pickup rolled away, and they waved back.

As I entered the house I realized I hadn’t seen Mom. I asked Dad if she was at the church, and he looked away.

“Your grandma is under the weather again,” he said, his eyes never meeting mine. “Your mother is spending the night there to take care of her.”

Baloney, I thought. Grandma is the healthiest person I know. Mom and Dad must have had another blowout while I was gone.

Dad disappeared into his office, and I wandered over to the piano. Since Mom wasn’t parked in front of the TV for a change, this was a good chance to practice. I kind of got lost in it, and kept playing until I heard the office door open. I realized with a start that it was after nine. I turned to look at my dad, and he looked funny. His cheeks were red, and he was kind of unsteady on his feet.

“Daddy?” I said, a little alarmed. I haven’t called him that in what feels like forever. “Are you all right?”

“Sure, fine,” he said. His words sounded blurry. As he walked past the piano I caught a whiff of something… something familiar. It took me a minute to place it. Dad looked and smelled like Uncle Louie did when he brought a bottle of whiskey to Grandpa’s funeral visitation. I hadn’t understood what was happening, except that everyone was really mad at Uncle Louie. Aunt Tammy had stuffed him into her car and gotten him out of there in a hurry. Later that evening, my father explained to me about drunkenness and told me it was a sin and I should avoid alcohol entirely. But here he was, drunk. I was sure of it!

“Night, Mallory,” he said in that same blurry voice, and kind of stumbled off towards his bedroom. I closed the lid on the piano and got myself out of there.

By the time I took a shower and brushed my teeth it was late and I was super-tired, but so much had happened that I wanted to get it down in my diary. Now it’s almost midnight, but it’s okay because I don’t really need to start getting ready for church till 8:30 or so tomorrow morning. I’m also feeling worked up thinking about going to Megan’s house tomorrow, so I guess I have one more thing to do before I sleep.

On to Chapter Ten!

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. What next, you ask? Read on, friends…

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

It was a few days after that afternoon with Beth and Rachel, the day when I’d gone completely wild – having sex with my little sister’s twelve-year-old best friend, then with my sister! I still couldn’t quite work out how it had happened, other than the three of us simply getting carried away in the heat of the moment.

It worried me that Beth and I had barely spoken since. Mind you, she didn’t seem angry with me, just… perplexed. I had to fight the impulse to approach her, telling myself she needed space to work things out.

I was lying on the bed thumbing through a book I was only half-reading when there was a knock on my door. I called out, “Come in.”

It was Beth. “Hey,” she mumbled, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

“Hi, sis… what’s up?” I asked, trying to put her at ease.

She sat beside me. “Katia, I – fuck!” she blurted. “What you and I did… I don’t know what to say.”

“It was a bit of a shock, sure. But, um… you’re okay now, right?”

“I guess.” She was playing with her fingers, not making eye contact. “I know we’re not s’posed to do sex stuff, you and me, ‘cos we’re sisters. But… it was good. Don’t you think so?”

“Yeah, it really was.” I reached out to my sister. “C’mere, you – snuggle with me.” Beth meekly crawled into my arms, and we lay quietly together. It felt lovely. But there was something on her mind, I could tell.

Finally, she spoke up. “Can I ask you something, Katia? It’s kinda personal-like, but you can always tell me to mind my own business.”

“Fair enough,” I replied. “What’s the question?”

I was expecting something to do with me being a lesbian, but Beth surprised me anyway. “Those friends of yours, Fire and Trace… You’re having sex with them when they visit, huh?”

Shit. Did we really make that much noise? No point in lying about it. “Well… yeah. Actually, they’re the first girls I ever did it with. We just like to have fun together, y’know? I’m not really girlfriends with them.”

A shiver raced through me when Beth nuzzled my neck, then she whispered, “I really liked it when you kissed me, Katia. Um, but, were you okay with it? Did you maybe wish you were, y’know, kissing some other girl instead?”

I squeezed her to me. “Of course I liked it, silly. Sure, it seemed weird at first, but once we were kissing, it was nice. Was that the first time you ever did it?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “So… would you want to kiss me again? I think I could do it better this time.”

Something about Beth’s sweet shyness affected me in a big way. I turned to face her, moving closer – and this time, she kissed me first. Letting my sister take the lead, I allowed her to explore, learning as she went.

Eventually, sensing she was ready to go further, I slipped my tongue between her lips. Beth responded right away, her tongue engaging mine in a sexy dance. As our passion grew, I rolled onto my back, guiding her on top of me, spreading my legs wide for her. I let both hands glide down my little sister’s back until I was cupping her cute bottom.

I pushed upwards, feeling Beth’s pussy press against mine through our clothes. She got what I was trying to do straight away and ground into me, our mounds fitting snugly together. Soon we were both panting and gasping as we fucked one another, the kiss forgotten.

I slid a hand into the back of my sister’s knickers, working a finger into the cleft between her buttocks. Mind you, I didn’t actually enter her arse, just tickled and lightly rubbed the tight hole.

Beth started to tighten up, her movements becoming jerky and erratic. Pressing her face into my neck, she gasped, “Katia, I’m – I’m c-coming!” She was shaking from head to toe.

I didn’t need any further stimulation. Soon as my sister got off, I was coming along with her. We clung to each other like frightened children as our orgasms peaked, then ebbed.

Now spent, Beth lay like a limp rag on top of me. As we slowly regained our breath, I kissed the top of her head, murmuring, “You okay?”

She looked up at me, “I love you, Katia.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” I replied, patting my sister’s back. “I love you, too.”

Beth shook her head. “That’s not what I mean. Um… I’m in love with you. Is it bad of me to feel that way?”

I felt an unexpected flush of warmth. My twelve-year-old sister was in love with me? Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure whether to be concerned or delighted about that. But I didn’t want to hurt Beth’s feelings. “I don’t think it’s ever bad to love, sis.”

She thought for a moment, “I think I’m in love with Rachel, too. Can I love you both?”

I had to laugh, Tousling Beth’s hair, I told her. “Of course you can, little sister. You’ve got a lot of love to share, that’s all.”

“I do, don’t I?” she said, grinning foolishly, then threw her arms around me. “Thanks, Katia. You’re the best.”

“Hey, I’m just offering guidance, like big sisters are supposed to do. Um, I hate to say this, but I really need to get up. I promised Mum I’d do the laundry before she gets home.”

“I guess,” Beth said, pouting a bit as I got to my feet. Then suddenly, she brightened up. “Can I use your laptop to go on that website, sis? Will you sign me in? Maybe I can chat with your friend… or even meet some other hot girls!”

I considered the idea. “I suppose… but if Mum comes upstairs, you close the laptop right away, hear me? If she finds out we’ve been hooking up on a sex site, she’ll blow a bloody gasket!”

“She can’t get up here fast enough to catch us doing anything,” Beth shrugged.

That was true enough. Our staircase is a creaky one, and unless you’re in stocking feet and know just where to step, there’s no way to get from the first floor to the second without being heard.

I opened the laptop and logged on, showing Beth my password so she could do the same. As she eagerly sat down before the screen, I touched her shoulder. “Have you decided you like girls more than boys, then?”

My sister gazed up at me, blushing a bit. “I think so,” she said, then nodded. “Yeah, I am. I never think about fooling around with boys anymore. Just girls.” She laughed. “Ladies, too.”

Bending down, I gave Beth a brief but heated kiss. “Have fun,” I told her, then left.

Two hours later, she was still at it. I didn’t interrupt, but I could hear Beth moaning at one point when passing by my door, so I reckon she was having a fiddle while exploring the chat room.

It gave me a strange feeling of satisfaction, knowing that my little sister was gay. Beth and I got on well enough, but I felt certain that our shared sexuality would bring us even closer… especially if we chose to make love again. Does she want that? I wondered. Me, I loved the idea of the two of us fucking when the mood took us.

My reverie was interrupted when Beth emerged from my room, practically bouncing with excitement. “Hey, Katia, they’re offering me my own account! Can I have one? Please, please say yes!”

Her enthusiasm made me smile. “It’s your call, sis – you don’t need permission from me.”

“Cool!” she exclaimed. “I’ll sign up in just a minute.” Then she was typing again.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked.

Beth beamed at me. “Toni… you know, from the other day? She thought I was you at first, but I told her it was me. She just asked about my arse, said she’d like to fuck it. Yours too. Um, what’s that like? Getting your bum fucked?”

“Not sure,” I shrugged. “I’ve never had anything bigger than a finger in there. Tell her she can do that to us whenever she likes. It’ll be a first for us both.”

Beth and Toni carried on chatting for ages. They got into a long discussion about sex toys, the different types and so on. Of course, my sister had never used a toy, but Toni was happy to fill her in, describing her favourites in detail. Before we knew it, Mum was calling from downstairs, “Girls, dinner’s ready.”

After we’d eaten, I returned to my room, Beth following. She closed the door and asked, “Katia… have you got any sex toys?”

“Just one vibrator, but it’s not very good. But you’re welcome to try it out.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She thought for a moment. “Isn’t there a shop in the mall where you can get that kind of stuff? Can’t remember what it’s called.”

“It’s Ann Summers. Hold on a sec, let’s find them online.”

Soon, we were at their website, gasping at what we saw. “Oh my goodness,” Beth murmured. “Katia, we have to go there. Want to take me?”

“Sure. I’m not sure they’ll let you in that part of the shop, though.”

“Well, we gotta try, at least.” She gazed at me thoughtfully. “Um, Katia…?”

“What’s up, sis?”

“Want to mess around? I mean, I could play with your vibrator… but I’d a lot rather play with you.”

“Sure.” It was exactly what I needed right then. Mum would be plonked in front of the TV for hours, so we wouldn’t have to worry about interruptions. “Is there anything special you want to try?” I asked Beth as I shrugged out of my top, then unhooked my bra.

“Yeah, I want to lick your pussy, I keep reading about it in the chat room, and I want to see what it’s like.” Now topless, she unfastened her pants and pushed them down to her feet, along with a pair of purple knickers. “Besides, you did it for me, so now I get to pay you back!”

I finished getting naked and climbed onto the bed, where I stretched out. Beth crawled into my arms, and we shared a passionate kiss.

“I love you, Katia,” she whispered when we finally broke apart.

“I love you too, Beth,” I replied, warmed from head to toe by these new feelings I held for my sister. Could I actually be falling for her?

Beth didn’t give me much time to ponder that notion. Getting on all fours above me, she declared, “Now I’m gonna fuck you, big sister!”

And she did. Oh, my stars, yes. Beth got between my legs and licked me until I came. She was clumsy to begin with, but quickly got the idea of what to do and how to do it. As I recovered, she centred her attention on my breasts, fondling, kissing and nibbling them until my desire was smouldering all over again. Then Beth pleasured me with her fingers, brow furrowed as she probed about inside my vagina as if searching for buried treasure. She didn’t unearth any gold, but I had a second orgasm.

Once my heartbeat had returned to normal, I got my little sister up on all fours and ate her pussy from behind. Just before she came, I eased a finger into her bumhole, and she went off like a firework. Luckily, Beth had the presence of mind to bury her face in a pillow, muffling her cries of ecstasy.

Afterward, Beth and I snuggled for a long while, occasionally swapping kisses. After one especially fiery snog, she raised her head. “We’re still shopping for sex toys tomorrow, right?”

“We’ll try,” I told her. “If they don’t let us both into that part of the store, I’ll get something for you.”

Hugging me, she whispered, “Thanks for helping me figure things out, Katia. Now I know for sure that I like girls more.”

“My pleasure,” I replied, pausing to kiss Beth’s nose. “Let me know if you ever need to be reminded.”

She giggled, moving in for another kiss. “I think I’m already forgetting…”

***

On Saturday morning, Mum went out to meet up with some of her friends for coffee. Once she was gone, Beth and I shared a shower, then I got to work making her look as mature as I could, carefully selecting the right clothes and applying a touch of makeup.

We rode my motorcycle to the mall, then casually strolled into Ann Summers. The front of the shop was all revealing clothes and sexy underwear. We wandered towards the back where the toys were, but a pretty young sales girl came over and pointed at Beth. “Sorry, she can’t go in that section.”

Beth and I were both crestfallen, but then another, older girl came over. “I’ll take over, Diane.” She looked at me, “Were you just browsing, or did you want something in particular?”

“We came to get some things. I’ve got a list.” I answered, taking a folded paper from my pocket.

The girl took the list from me, her grin growing wider as she perused it. Glancing around, she seized my arm. “Come with me, both of you.” She led us through into the rear section. “I’m Stevie. Gotta say, this is a very impressive list you’ve got. How much did you want to spend?”

Beth spoke up. “We’ve got about a hundred and twenty quid.”

Stevie pursed her lips. “That’s not enough for all these things.” She flashed us a bad-girl smile. “But since you’re such lovely customers, I’d be happy to give you a discount.” She studied the list again. “Now, let’s see…” She proceeded to pull out boxes, explaining what the various toys were, their quality and such like.

I had a good idea of what I wanted, but Beth required a bit more guidance. Stevie had no problem with that… in fact, she seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in my little sister. She was ages showing Beth different things. At one point, I heard Beth say “My pussy is pretty small… but I wouldn’t mind using something a little bigger, if I can get used to it.” They were getting on famously, and I was having a good time just looking around.

At one point, Stevie wandered over to where I was. “Is she your girlfriend?” she quietly asked, pointing at Beth, who was perusing a rack of girl/girl DVDs.

“Sort of,” I told her. Telling the truth would be too complicated. I decided.

“I thought so,” she said. “Have you two got an exclusive thing, or are you into sharing…?”

Fuck me, she was a bold one! “We’re… flexible,” I finally said.

Grinning, Stevie produced a business card and gave it to me. “If you ever need a tutorial on how to use our toys, give me a call,” she said. With a wink, she returned to Beth.

My sister also got one of those cards, and a few minutes later I heard Stevie ask Beth for her phone number. “I better not,” my sister replied. “My mum might pick up. But I can always call you.”

A few minutes later, Stevie was describing a vibrating anal wand and how it worked. She held the toy in her right hand, but I saw the left hand steal down to touch Beth’s arse as she spoke. Her fingers pressed between my sister’s cheeks. She noticed I was watching and raised an eyebrow, as if to ask, Do you mind if I touch her?

I just shrugged. It wasn’t really up to me. I knew Beth would tell Stevie to stop if she wasn’t into it. In fact, Beth actually pushed her arse back instead, a dreamy look in her eyes that I was getting to know very well. The little minx… she’s loving this!

Still, it felt like we were on the verge of crossing a line. If Stevie took this much further, she’d be stripping my sister off right there on the sales floor. Stevie must have known that, too, because she took her hand away from Beth’s arse and stepped back, looking a bit flustered. I decided it was time for us to make our purchases and leave.

I paid for the toys we’d selected, including one for Rachel’s birthday the following week. Stevie gave us her employee discount, but we still blew through all Beth’s savings and all but a few quid of mine.

Handing me the bag, Stevie said, “You will come again, won’t you?” She rested her hand on Beth’s, giving her a look that made it crystal clear what she wanted.

My sister reddened slightly, but she was grinning. “I’ll call you. That’s a promise.”

Some time later, Beth did call Stevie, and they got together for what turned out to be an incredible afternoon. But that’s another story.

***

We made it back to the house about an hour before Mum was supposed to be home. Soon as I closed the door, Beth dashed off to her room, eager to experiment with her new toys. “Don’t forget the lube,” I called after her.

A few minutes later she came into my room, completely naked, and handed me a small remote control. “I put the bullet in my pussy… now I want to see how far away you can work it from.”

It was one of the more interesting gadgets we’d purchased: a vibrating metal capsule that fitted inside the vagina, It was controlled by a remote, and had three speeds. “It’s set on low right now,” Beth told me. Wait a few minutes, then turn it up.”

I waited until she was downstairs, then ramped it up a notch. I heard a gasp, then Beth groaned, “Ooh, that’s nice,” from the kitchen. Then I switched the remote off, and got a wail of, “Sis, what are you doing? For God’s sake!” This time I turned it back on, then up to full power.

When I went down to the kitchen, my sister was perched on a high stool, gripping the seat with her eyes screwed shut, mumbling, “Oh, oh, oh. Shit yeah.” Folding my arms, I watched the show, fascinated by Beth’s changing expressions and the endless stream of oohs and ahs coming from her lips. Sliding a hand between her thighs, Beth gently toyed with her clit.

She shocked me with a loud, sudden “Fuck!” then she was coming. Oh God, it was so bloody sexy watching my little sister get off.

I tiptoed away before she saw me. I don’t think she would have minded, it just seemed to me like more of a  private moment for her.

She returned to my room on shaky legs. “Well, did you enjoy that?” I asked.

“Bloody hell, yes. D’you think you can turn it off now, please?” I did, and she stumbled down the hall to her room, where she collapsed on the bed. When I passed her doorway a few minutes later, she was fast asleep.

Later, when Beth and I were sitting down for dinner, I turned to her when Mum was in the kitchen fetching napkins and whispered, “You still got your little friend in?”

“Um, yeah,” she said. “Why do you ask?”

I held up the remote, and her eyes got absolutely huge. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, I switched it on.

Beth’s was an absolute picture when she served herself. She dropped mushrooms on the dining table and scattered chips everywhere. I was turning the vibrations up and down, depending on what she was doing.

Mum was perplexed, to say the least. “Whatever is the matter with you tonight, Beth? You’re all of a dither.”

Beth gave me a quick glare but answered, “Sorry, Mum. Guess I’m just distracted.”

I turned the remote down to low and left her to suffer while we ate our dinner. By the time we were nearly finished, Beth was close to having an orgasm.

“Can I be excused, Mum?’ I n-need the bathroom,” she stammered.

“I should think you do, the way you’ve been squirming around. Yes, off you go.”

As Beth went up the stairs, I turned it up to full. I barely heard a little squeal as she vanished from sight.

Mum was frowning. “She does seem awfully out of sorts. Katia, would you be a dear and check on her for me?”

A moment later, I tapped on the bathroom door. “Beth, you okay?”

“I b-bloody am now. Come in, it’s not locked.”

She was sitting on the loo with both hands on the seat, holding herself up. She’d just started to come. “Ooh, ooh, ooooh,” she let out through clenched teeth. She looked up, meeting my eyes. “H-h-hold me, Kat.”

She clung to me as the spasms wracked her body. I so loved watching my little sister come.

***

Later that night, we checked into Saphoria and went straight to the chat room. There was a new message from Toni. It asked things like, How was your day? and so on. Then she said we might hear from a friend of hers who she’d told about Beth and me.

The next day, I helped set Beth up with her own Saphoria account. Right away, she did a test post, telling everyone about herself. Oh my God, she got more messages in an hour than I’d had in weeks. It wasn’t until the admin hid her age that they slowed down. Guess there are a lot of lesbians out there who have a thing for underage girls.

At first, it was Toni that she liked chatting to the best. At this stage, I kept a check on her inbox, watching the dialogue get naughtier and naughtier between them. Beth also had some back-and-forth with one or two of the somewhat more extreme ladies, at the site, but nothing to worry about. She was having a great time!

Sure enough, Beth soon got a message from a girl named CuteLes. She wrote that Toni said we were fun, then gave a few details about herself. She even attached a pic. Fuck me, she was gorgeous! She said if we wanted to chat, she was seriously into that.

In no time at all, the connection between her and Beth had become really hot. I left them to it and went down to the dining room table to get some homework done.

When 10 PM rolled around. I went upstairs to kick Beth off my laptop so I could go to bed. My timing was perfect, because she’d just said goodnight to CuteLes.

My sister was bubbling over with excitement over her new friend, who she called Cute for short. “Guess what? she said. “Cute made me come… and she said I made her come, too. How cool is that?”

I was wondering if Beth would be able to sleep a wink that night, she was so thrilled. At any rate, I was tired myself, so I sent my sweet little sis off with a tongue kiss and a pat on the arse.

On to Part Four!

by Rachael Yukey

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

The ride out to Julie’s grandparents’ farm takes about ten minutes, heading west. There’s a state highway that runs smack dab through the middle of the county and goes right past our town, and their place is on that highway. I’ve ridden past it a gazillion times but never knew who owned it. But I’ve noticed it, because as you drive through a valley you can look south and see the homestead maybe an eighth of a mile away, and I’ve always wondered how you got down there from the road.

As it turns out, you get there by taking a driveway at the top of the hill on the west side of the valley. I was always fooled because there are two houses on the property and one is just a little way up the driveway at the top of the hill. I thought that was the only place the driveway led. But you can drive right past that house, then the driveway hooks left into the valley and leads to the homestead.

It’s a pretty place. There’s an old barn that obviously hasn’t seen cows in a really long time, along with a few rundown outbuildings. I saw flower gardens that had mostly gone a late-fall brown, and the yard was full of trees. In the backyard there was a giant wooden playhouse shaped like a castle. On the opposite side of the driveway were the fields, which were nothing at the moment but cut-off soybean stalks.

I couldn’t help comparing it to the farm I live on. The houses aren’t that different; they’re both really old farmhouses that started out as two-story rectangles and have been added onto a few times. But everything else was different. When my grandpa switched from dairy to cash grain back in the ’80s, they tore down the barn and outbuildings and built a couple of big machine sheds and a storage facility for the crops. It’s all steel-sided pole buildings and aluminum grain tanks, and most of the trees were taken out to make it easy to move big machinery around. A nice, modern Minnesota farm.

But this place is like being taken back thirty years. I love how it’s so far from the highway. The gravel road that runs by our place is only twenty yards or so from our front door, and I’m always getting woke up early by the milk trucks that come roaring by first thing in the morning.

I learned on the drive over that Jason’s parents have never been farmers. His grandpa bought the place when he retired from the army in 1970 and ran a dairy there for about ten years, but he sold the cows in the early ’80s when new milk laws meant he’d have to spend a lot of money on improvements to the barn. He had army retirement so he didn’t work after that. Jason’s father Willie ended up inheriting the place, and when he retired he and Helen moved there.

The newer house close to the highway is where Jason’s youngest sister lives. They let Jason’s uncle farm the fields, but not much else is going on with the property. Lots of the old dairy farms around here are like that. There are just as many cows being milked now as there were thirty years ago, but these days they’re concentrated on a smaller number of farms that milk hundreds of cows. So most of these cool-looking old dairy barns are unused and starting to fall down, and the cropland gets rented out.

Julie’s grandpa Willie was sitting outside smoking a cigarette. He’s a huge guy; I mean he’s gotta be six foot six or something like that. He’s got a big belly and a scraggly beard. His hair is going from black to gray, but the beard is almost all gray. I think he’d look better without it. He limps when he walks, and I remembered Julie telling me that his time in the army messed up his knees pretty bad.

Julie hugged him and introduced us, then she showed me around the homestead. We’re allowed to go anywhere but the barn, which is incredibly old and could collapse at any time. The castle playhouse, on the other hand, is really cool, and we goofed around in it until Helen called us in for supper.

She’d made spaghetti, and it was delicious. While we ate, Willie told us long, kinda rambling stories about when he was in the army. The most interesting one was about his knees, and how they got messed up. Turns out it didn’t happen in combat, but when he crashed a jeep into a tree because his front tire blew out. “Never got a damn Purple Heart for it, either,” Willie said, then let loose with a big booming laugh.

After supper, he went into his little office to play games on his computer. Helen had some old fashioned board games, so Julie and I spent a while playing Sorry! with her.

While we were playing, Helen mentioned her sewing and craft room. Julie told me, “Oh, you have to see that, Mallory. It’s amazing!” I was into it, so after we finished our game, the three of us went upstairs. Right at the top of the stairs is Willie and Helen’s bedroom, and you walk through that to get to the craft room.

Julie was right – it’s pretty amazing. First, there’s an impressive collection of toys that Helen keeps for her grandchildren. Jason has lots of brothers and sisters, and most of them have kids.

Then Helen showed us her sewing projects, like making Barbie doll clothes. She also has these big compartmentalized shelves full of all different kinds of craft supplies. “I like to collect interesting materials,”  she said with a laugh “but I never seem to get around to doing anything with them.”

I spotted a big pile of large dried tree mushrooms on a bottom shelf that were probably 6-10 inches across and a smoky whitish color. My mind instantly sprang to my A.L. art project… what an awesome medium for line drawings! I bent down to look more closely.

“Do you like those?” Helen asked.

I nodded. “Where do you get them? I have an art project coming up that I think something like this would be really cool for. If I know where to look, I’ll have my mom buy me some.”

Helen laughed. “Oh, I don’t buy them. There’s a big old oak tree in the woods up across the field that they grow on, and I’ve been collecting them in the fall for a few years now. They’re like everything else on this shelf… I keep thinking I’ll use them for something and never do. If you intend to make something out of them, help yourself!”

My jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Oh, sure. I get more every fall… you’re looking at three years worth. In fact, I haven’t gathered any yet this year, so if you want we can all walk up there tomorrow morning and we’ll get fresh ones. They’ll still be a little soft, but it doesn’t take them long to dry once you get them inside.”

I felt a big goofy smile taking over my face.“That’d be awesome!” I hooted. “Thank you so much, Helen! I promise to do something pretty with them.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” she said. “Remind me tomorrow, and we’ll find a box to send them in.”

Helen had us each pick out a doll dress pattern we liked, then she sat down to her sewing machine while Julie and I went downstairs to watch a movie. We rummaged through the DVDs and found a live action Scooby Doo movie that looked promising, then changed into our nightwear in the bathroom. Julie put on pajamas, and I wore my favorite nightie. The living room fold-out had already been opened for us, and Julie went to a closet and got blankets and stuff. We made popcorn in the air popper and settled in to watch our movie.

Julie’s grandparents might live in a run-down old farmhouse, but they have a great surround sound system and a HUGE television set. The movie really wasn’t all that good, but it was still fun because it was almost like being in a movie theater. About two thirds of the way through we heard Willie’s heavy footsteps clomping up the stairs, and a minute or two later Helen came downstairs, poked her head into the living room, and informed us they were going to bed.

After the movie was over Julie and I took turns using the bathroom and brushing our teeth, then she turned out the living room light. We crawled under the covers and snuggled up close.

We lay in silence for a few minutes. All my senses were tingling. Julie’s warm body pressing against mine, her breathing, her soft hair tickling my face… it was like I had a super-intense awareness of all these things. And yet again, that familiar tingly feeling was washing over me.

That’s when I knew what Megan Frost said was right; I’m into girls. I can’t even try to convince myself it’s not a real thing anymore. And more important, I’m into Julie. Big time. I’m not sure I’m in love with her, but I do know that I don’t just see her as a friend. And at that moment, I wanted to kiss Julie all over, put my hands all over her body, see her naked…

I didn’t do any of these things, but it was close. I only held back because I didn’t know how Julie would react, and I can’t bear to even think about doing something that might make her stop liking me.

I was busy trying to focus on anything else in the world so I could go to sleep, then Julie spoke up. “I’ve been thinking a lot,” she said in a half whisper, “about the things Megan said to us yesterday. What about you?”

“Yeah, I have,” I admitted.

“I think she’s right, at least about me,” said Julie. “I’m probably gay. I tried touching myself last night and pretending I was with a guy, and it totally didn’t work. It not only didn’t work, but it was kind of yucky. Have you tried that?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It does okay for me if I think about an older guy, like in high school or a grownup. Guys our age, not so much. But…” I sighed. “I mostly think about girls.”

“So maybe you’re bisexual, like Lisa?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I don’t think I am,” said Julie. “It doesn’t matter who it is, guys just don’t work for me. I mean, I thought of the best-looking man I know of and I waited until I was right about to… you know, come… and started thinking about him. I didn’t come. Then I started thinking about a girl again, and it happened.”

“How do you feel about that?” I wondered.

“Not too bad, now that I’m getting used to the idea. I mean, I think people just are what they are and like Dad says, it’s not wrong if nobody gets hurt. What scares me the most…” she stopped and took a big breath. “What scares me the most is who I keep thinking about.”

I knew what she meant; we’d talked about it the day before. “You mean me.”

“Uh-huh. How do you feel about that?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Really good. Because it means you like me and you think I’m pretty. And also, because I think about you too. I told you that.”

“All the time, or some of the time?”

“Most of the time. I think about other people too, sometimes. But you’re my favorite.”

Julie cracked up. “Like your favorite flavor of ice cream?” she asked between giggles. I started giggling too.

“Yeah, something like that,” I managed to get out. We got quiet again.

“Are you excited about going to Megan’s house Sunday?” asked Julie.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m not sure what she has in mind, but she knows where we’re coming from. And she’s really pretty.”

“She sure is.” Julie sighed. We were quiet for a while, then she said, “We should get some sleep. But I’m not sure I can.”

“Me either,” I told her.

Julie’s eyes fastened on mine in the dim moonlight coming through the window. “ For the same reason, huh?” she asked.

“I think so.”

So she was turned on too. Knowing that pushed my own arousal up to a whole new level! My panties were already wet, and my breathing was growing unsteady. Time to do something about this, I decided. I was feeling bold again, the way I had a couple days before in Lisa’s room. It’s not like me at all… but I was really starting to like this new version of myself.

I pressed my cheek against hers. “If you were alone right now,” I whispered, “would you touch yourself?”

“I’d have done it twenty minutes ago,” she whispered back. I could feel her lips brushing my ear as she spoke.

“I can’t stop thinking about Wednesday,” I told her. “You know, what it was like to touch you. How your pussy felt to my fingers, and how amazing it was to make you come. Especially since it was your first time ever to have an orgasm.”

“Tell me what my pussy felt like, Mallory,” she said.

“Warm, and soft. So wet. And you know what was even better? The way your body felt next to mine when you came. Shuddering, thrashing around. I loved how you lost control. It made me happy to do that for you.”

I could feel Julie trembling by my side. “Mallory…” she whispered. “You’re making me crazy. And we’re in my grandparents’ living room. They’re right upstairs!”

Whatever, I thought. These old houses are all the same, just like mine or Julie’s. Nobody can use the stairs without everybody in the house knowing about it.

“Is there any way they could get down here without us hearing them first?”

Julie thought for a moment, then smiled. “No.”

She was on her side facing me, and I nudged her shoulder till she was lying on her back. Under the covers, I placed a hand on her knee, then slowly ran my fingers up her thigh. Even through the thick material of her pajamas it had an immediate effect. Julie drew a shuddering breath as I barely grazed her mound, making my way to the softness of her belly. I slipped my hand beneath her shirt and caressed the smooth skin.

Julie shivered – then she reached down to take my hand away.

I froze. Had I gone too far?

“Not yet, Mallory,” she whispered in my ear. “You already took care of me the other night. So now, you get to be first. I want to touch you the way you touched me. Because I love you… and I want to make you feel amazing. Can I?”

Could she? I was on fire with arousal, my body tingling from head to toe. I laid down flat on my back, spreading my legs wide apart. Then I took her hand under the blanket, guiding it down towards my lower half while pulling my nightgown up past my knees. I placed Julie’s hand on the inside of my thigh, mere inches below my throbbing pussy. She inched her hand upward, then traced her finger along the crease between my thigh and my vulva. Without meaning to, I raised my hips in response to her touch.

Her fingers then spread themselves out over the top of my center, teasing me through my underwear. I thrust my hips again.

Julie giggled. “Your panties are wet.”

Well, no kidding. But I didn’t know they had soaked all the way through!

“Bet yours are, too,” I whispered back.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she taunted.

Now, there’s no way I could back down from that challenge. I returned my hand to her belly and slipped it under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. My fingers snaked across her panties until I was touching her slit through the thin fabric. Definitely damp!

“Juicy,” I smugly informed her.

“Not as juicy as you’ll be when I’m done with you,” she shot back. She applied some pressure and began to move her fingers in a circle.

A powerful wave hit me, and I pushed hard against her fingers. I laid my hand flat over the front of her panties so I was sort of cupping her, my fingertips curled over her vagina. Another wave hit, and this time I whimpered. It was an effort to keep from moaning out loud.

Now her fingers teased their way underneath the waistband of my panties. It was a tight fit, so I lifted my butt and reached down to push my underwear past my knees, using my free hand. Her fingers teased my throbbing outer lips, then slipped between them. She traced around the edge of my vagina where I was the wettest, up the inside of one of my lips, then down the other. I inhaled sharply at the sensation of Julie’s fingertips brushing past my clit.

Finally her fingers crept up the middle until they were resting on my clit, then she moved them in a slow circle.

Another wave of pleasure washed over me, and I gasped, pressing myself against her hand.

She smiled at me and picked up the pace, still using a butterfly-like touch. It was totally working, too. My breath hitched and tore at the sensations that flowed through my body. It was an effort to keep myself from crying out.

When her fingers would start to go dry she’d dip them down to where moisture flowed freely from my opening, then bring them back slippery wet. I could feel those juices running down the crack of my butt, soaking the back of my nightgown.

I began moving my fingers, which were still cupping Julie’s pussy through her panties. Just clenching and unclenching them. She responded quickly, her breath starting to catch as she began moving her hips against my hand in a jittery rhythm.

I was getting close, the waves coming close together and getting more and more intense.

Julie applied a little more pressure to my clit, and that was all it took to push me over the edge.

As my orgasm ripped through me, my knees came together like they usually do when I come,my body arched up from the bed, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.

When my ecstasy began to fade, I gently took Julie’s hand away from my vulva. Her fingers were gooey, and I laced my fingers with hers and gave them a squeeze.

Julie squeezed back. She was moving her hips almost frantically against my hand now, and I was loosening and tightening my fingers in time with her thrusts. Her breath was short, sharp, and ragged as she turned her head to the side and laid it on my shoulder. Her panties were drenched now, making my fingers sticky with her juices.

It didn’t take much longer for Julie to come. She clamped her thighs around my hand, hips pumping like crazy and she buried her face in the hollow of my neck. A muffled, “MMMmmmmmm!” sound escaped from behind her tightly sealed lips. She suddenly froze for a few seconds, then collapsed against me.

We lay there for a long moment. Julie gave a long, shivery sigh. Her head still rested on my shoulder, and our fingers were still laced together. It was a moment I wanted to last forever.

I realized I was drifting off. I shook myself awake, then kissed Julie on the forehead. She turned her face to meet mine. Our noses were touching.

“Did I do a good job?” she whispered.

“It was amazing,” I replied.

My hand was still inside her pajama bottoms. I took it out,  brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed. Her aroma was strong and musky.

“I like the way it smells, too,” said Julie. “My pussy, I mean. Do you think that makes us weird?”

“I like the taste of it, too,” I admitted.

“I’ve never thought about tasting it,” said Julie.

I slid my sticky fingers into my mouth and sucked on them. The flavor was getting me worked up all over again, but I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to get started again at this hour.

Julie unlaced her fingers from mine, then slipped her hand between my legs, touching me where I was still really juicy. She brought it out and took a deep sniff, closing her eyes as she savored it. Then she slipped the finger into her mouth. She sucked on it for a really long time, and finally smiled at me.

“I better watch out,” she said. “That’s kinda getting me going again…”

We both kind of cracked up, but kept it quiet.

I rooted around under the covers until I found my underwear and slipped them back on. They were pretty damp, but whatever. I pulled my nightgown down, noticing it was also damp in the back from when Julie was fingering me. Julie adjusted her pajama bottoms, and we pulled the covers up to our chins. She was lying on her back, so I rolled onto my side and put an arm around her. She pulled me close.

Julie passed right out, but I lay awake for a little while, thinking over what had just happened.

We crossed a line last night. Julie and I weren’t just helping each other. Heck, we can’t even pretend that’s what it was. Maybe it wasn’t quite lesbian sex, but it was something pretty close to it. We were enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other pleasure, and I think that’s what making love is.

I have to face it: I’m gay, or at least bisexual, and I’m already doing sex stuff with another girl at age eleven. Can I stop? I don’t think so. I know I don’t want to.

God, if you’re out there, you’ve hit me with a temptation I can’t fight, and it’s your fault, not mine. So deal with it.

On to Chapter Nine!

 

A brief recap: In Chapter One, our heroine Katia goes to a motorcycle rally, where she has her first-ever sexual experience with two young women named Fire and Trace. It’s enough to convince her that she is a lesbian. In this next chapter, Katia has returned home to ordinary life. It sure won’t stay ordinary for long, though…

 

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

A few months later, I was at the living room table doing some revision on a piece I’d written about housing issues, part of the journalism course I was taking. Beth, my younger sister, went tearing through the room with her best friend Rachel in hot pursuit. “Little fucker, wait till I catch you!” Rachel shouted.

“Hey – language, Rachel,” I called after her.

She came to an abrupt halt, then shambled back over to where I sat, wearing a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Katia. It sorta slipped out.”

I glanced up. Wow, she sure looks cute today, I thought. “That’s okay. And maybe don’t run around like that, okay? You guys might break something.”

Rachel did a little curtsy, gave me an impish wink and declared, “Anything you say, Miss.” She blew me a kiss, then disappeared up the stairs.

Cheeky little bugger, I said to myself, then carried on with my work.

The next day, I was still chipping away at my article, compiling a list of my sources. Rachel was there again, and she was sitting on the sofa with Beth. They started playfully poking at one another, and that snowballed into a tickling match that had both girls thrashing about, squealing with laughter.

I turned to ask them to either keep the noise down or take it upstairs, but the words died on my lips. Rachel had both legs up in the air, and her panties were in plain view. I found myself staring, then suddenly realised she was watching me. She grinned as I hastily turned away, my face getting hot.

What’s going on here? I asked myself, now totally embarrassed. Why am I checking out my kid sister’s friend, for fuck’s sake?

Later, I was in the kitchen making myself a coffee when Rachel sauntered in. “Beth said to grab a couple of ice lollies,” she said, “is that okay?”

“Sure. They’re in the freezer,” I said, then watched her open the door. Our refrigerator has its freezer down at the bottom, so she had to crouch down to rummage around. Her thighs were parted, and she was bent over far enough to give me an excellent view of her panties. I barely managed to avert my eyes before she stood, a frozen treat in each hand.

“Thanks, Katia,” she said, a hint of amusement in her eyes. Oh, fuck – did she catch me peeking again?

“No problem,” I answered, trying to seem less than completely unnerved. Then I realised she was looking at my tits, not my face. I was wearing a thin t-shirt and a skimpy bra, and the shape of my nipples could easily be seen through the thin fabric. My heart was racing.

Casually peeling the wrapper from one of the ice lollies, Rachel gave it a long, slow lick, “Mmm, nice,” she purred. She scrunched up the wrapper and dropped it in the waste bin, then turned and exited the room, giving her bum a little side-to-side shimmy on the way.

She’s bloody well flirting with me, I thought. No, that can’t be it. But what if it is? Christ, she’s only twelve.

***

That weekend, Rachel turned up again, this time wearing a tight-fitting top and cut-down shorts. With a shock, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. God, she might as well have gone topless.

Giving me a strange look, Beth turned to Rachel. “Go on up, Rach… I’ll be there in a mo.”

I watched Rachel as she went up the stairs – well, to be honest, I was really watching her arse. Those shorts were so tiny that I could see the bottoms of her bum cheeks.

When I turned away Beth was standing there, hands on her hips, glaring at me. “Are you perving on my friend?” she demanded.

A hit too hastily, I said, “Don’t be stupid.” But I felt my face colouring.

“Well, I think you are, and I don’t like it one bit!” Then she flounced off, clearly upset.

Fuck! Okay, I was perving on Rachel, and now Beth knew it. Rachel probably knew it as well. Once again, I asked myself the question that had lurked at the back of my mind all week: was my sister’s friend really flirting with me, or was I just imagining it? How could I find out for sure?

Which only led to another question: why was I getting so fucking aroused by a twelve-year-old girl? My time at the bike rally had been more than enough to convince me I liked girls a whole lot more than boys, and I was perfectly fine with that, but I certainly hadn’t bargained on anything like what I was feeling for Rachel. I’d already rubbed myself off three times that week thinking about her. The first time, I just pictured Rachel naked; after that, I fantasised about the two of us having sex.

By then, I was too restless for schoolwork, so I went upstairs and called out, “I’m taking a shower; anyone need to use the bathroom first?”

From behind her bedroom door, Beth called out, “Nope, go ahead.”

Taking my shower, I felt the temptation to masturbate, all the while imagining what it would be like to make out with Rachel beneath the flowing water. But then I decided not to.

Back in my room and feeling fresher, I got dressed. I picked a top with long underarm cuts, then checked myself in the mirror. Yep, there was a nice view of my sexy blue bra. Then I thought, Oh, what the fuck, and off came the bra. Then I slipped into a pair of snug shorts that really showed off my legs.

I had no idea why I was doing this. It’s not like I was planning to do anything with Rachel… but at the same time, I wanted her to see me as sexy, someone worth crushing on.

Back downstairs, I was standing at the table arranging my papers when Rachel entered. She stopped dead in her tracks. I pretended not to notice, and carried on with what I was doing. Bending forward, I reached for a document at the far end of the table, knowing it would make my boobs sway beneath the skimpy top, and that she’d have a good look at them through the large side cuts. Did I hear her stifle a tiny gasp?

A wicked impulse hit me, one I couldn’t resist acting on. I didn’t turn to face her, just said, “You like my tits, Rachel? You’re certainly having a good look.” Then I raised my head, meeting her eyes.

She didn’t look at all like someone who’d just been caught out. Instead, she smiled and said, “They’re beautiful. I’ve been wanting to see them, y’know.”

I replied, “Yeah, I sort of noticed. That’s why I decided to give you a better view.”

She parted her lips to speak, but before she could, Beth called down the stairs, “Come on, Rach… what are you doing down there?”

Rachel gave me another smile before she went, one that turned me to jelly inside.

***

Half an hour later, the sound of angry voices came from upstairs. Strange, I’d never known Beth and Rachel to fight. Before long, Rachel came tearing down the stairs, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Rachel?” I called out, but it was too late. She stalked out, slamming the front door behind her.

Going upstairs. I could hear Beth crying, too. Standing before her door, I gently knocked.

“What do you want?” she shouted from the other side. Before I could answer, my sister yanked the door open, glaring at me through her tears. “It’s all your bloody fault anyway, s-so leave me alone!” she wailed, then began to sob again.

I knelt before Beth, placing a hand on her shoulder. At least she didn’t shake it off. “For God’s sake, Beth, it’s me, your sister. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Now what’s the matter?”

Beth’s lower lip was trembling, but her eyes still shone with anger. “You, trying to steal my best friend! Rachel told me. She says she likes you. Won’t stop g-going on about how pretty and sexy you are.”

“Oh, Beth. I’d never take your best friend away. You two are great together; I wouldn’t mess that up.”

She folded her arms, still staring down at me. “So why do you keep looking at her?”

Fucking hell. No getting out of it now – I had to be truthful with my sister. I got to my feet, then sat at the foot of her bed. “You were right, Beth. I was perving on your friend. I’m a lesbian… and God knows why, but I fancy Rachel. I’m pretty sure she feels the same.”

Beth’s eyes widened. “You… you’re gay?”

I slowly nodded. “I met these women at the bike rally, and I, um, did things with them. We had an amazing time, and after that… well, I knew I liked girls.”

“And you like Rachel? But she’s – I mean, she’s practically still a kid! Don’t you want a girlfriend who’s more, y’know, close to your age?”

“I know it’s weird, but…” I fell silent. How could I explain, when I didn’t understand it myself! “I… I think there are times when you don’t get to decide who you like, it just happens. I didn’t mean to start crushing on Rachel, but I did. You’ve got to understand, though – I’m not trying to steal her from you! It’s a completely different feeling. There’s no reason you two should stop being friends.”

Beth furrowed her brow as she pondered my words. Finally she said, “So you aren’t trying to make Rachel like you more than she does me.”

“No, no. It’s not the same kind of liking.”

She thought for a moment more, then shrugged. “I s’pose that’s okay, then.”

I stared at my sister in disbelief. “Omigod, Beth, d’you really mean that? You and Rachel will still be friends, even if she and I are… well, having it off? Not that I’m actually going to do anything with her!” I quickly added. “But if I did, you wouldn’t mind?”

“Nope,” she said, now grinning. “Now that I think about it, you and Rach being girlfriends sounds kinda cool, long as me and her are still besties.” She shook her head. “I don’t know why I got so mad at Rachel… it just seems silly now. In fact, I’m gonna call her and apologise!”

Before I could say a word, Beth raced out of my room and was barreling down the stairs.

Half an hour later, my sister was sprawled out on the couch with her phone, chatting avidly with Rachel. They were laughing again, sharing school gossip and discussing pop singers they liked, so things were obviously sorted. As for what might happen between Rachel and me, I had no idea.

***

That Saturday afternoon, I was stretched out on my bed idly thumbing through a magazine when my sister stuck her head in. “Hi, sis,” Beth said. “Me and Rach are going to the beach. Wanna come with us?”

I wasn’t about to say no, that’s for sure. In fact, I changed out of my jeans and worn flannel shirt into a snug pair of yoga pants, topped by my favourite Elvis Presley t-shirt, which I chose to wear without a bra.

It was overcast that day, so there weren’t many others headed to the beach. When we boarded the bus, it was almost empty. Beth got on first, then led us straight to the bench-seat at the very back. She sort of nudged me into the corner, Rachel sat next to me, then Beth took the spot next to her before the bus pulled into traffic.

As we rumbled down the road, I noticed Rachel and my sister holding hands, just like young friends do. Then Beth reached over to take my hand, which she casually placed on Rachel’s knee before getting up and moving to the seat in front of us.

I was absolutely stunned. What was Beth up to? How was I supposed to respond? I had no idea.

Leaning in close, Rachel whispered, “You can touch me if you want.” Shocked, I turned to look at her. I saw the hunger in her eyes, the need she felt for my caress.

This was the moment of truth. I could back away, or I could realise my soul’s desire. For the last few days I’d been trying to kid myself, thinking I was just crushing on Rachel with no intention of doing anything about it. You just think she’s hot, I repeatedly decided, but you don’t actually want to fuck her. Deep down inside, I must’ve always known I was lying. Now that little fib had blown up in my face.

I saw my hand touch Rachel’s knee, then watched it slide up her leg as if under someone else’s control. But it wasn’t. I was doing this, touching the softness of her inner thigh. Good sense told me, No, it’s wrong, you can’t do this. But those eyes of hers wouldn’t leave me alone. So much love, so much wanting… I was lost.

Rachel had a surprise waiting for me. I was expecting to touch the front of her panties, but found only the barely downed cleft of a twelve-year-old’s vagina. I felt hot and cold at the same time, my heart galloping wildly. Fuck me, I thought. She’s gone without knickers!

Using the tip of my middle finger, I began to stroke Rachel’s slit. She settled back into the bus seat, parting her legs for me. I heard her moan and utter, “Fuck, yes.” As she grew increasingly wet, I let my fingers carefully separate the labia, opening her enough to ease one inside. Her eyes widened when I moved that finger around in tiny circles, massaging the walls of Rachel’s vagina.

Not wanting to chance breaking her hymen, I sought out and found the girl’s tiny clit, then gently rubbed it. Her mouth hung slack, hands tightly clasped by her sides, but she began to rock her hips in time with my feather-light strokes. I heard her say, “Oh, Katia, please do me. Make me feel good.”

I stole a quick glance at the bus driver’s mirror, enough to assure myself that the double seat in front of us was enough to block his view. No one else was close to the back of the bus, so we were safe. I pushed a fingertip inside Rachel again, while using my thumb to stroke her clit. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a sudden moan.

From one row up, Beth had her chin resting on the back of her seat, watching intently as I made love to her best friend. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing unsteady… Wait, is my sister masturbating? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but at least she was looking around every now and then to make sure no one else could see us.

I felt Rachel tense up, so I rubbed her clit even faster. I desperately wanted to kiss her, but didn’t dare.

A violent jerk shook her body, and she hastily covered her mouth again. Just in time, too, because seconds later, Rachel was coming. I felt her thighs quiver, then close to trap my hand between them. By then, her pussy was dripping wet, and so were my fingers.

She rode her orgasm all the way, then seized my wrist. “Th-that’s lovely, Katia, but please – please stop.”

I withdrew my hand, and Rachel relaxed, giving me a sleepy smile. “I’ve been dreaming about this, y’know. You touching me, making me feel good, So, so good. I love you, Katia.”

“I… I love you too, Rachel.”

“Fucking hell!” I heard Beth quietly exclaim. I looked up to see a huge grin on her face. “I never saw anything like that before. You guys were amazing together; It was way cool.”

“See, I told you how great it is to be with girls,” said Rachel. “You ought to try it, Beth!”

My sister gave a thoughtful nod. “Yeah… maybe I should. I sure can’t imagine any boy making me feel that good!”

“Boys are all wankers,” said Rachel, her lip curling slightly. “You’re better off without ‘em.”

The rest of the day passed like a dream for me, even though there were no further opportunities to touch or kiss Rachel, or for her to return the favour. Even the bus home was crowded. But she promised that we two would get together soon. Her idea was for Beth to have her over to spend the night, then she’d sneak into my bedroom when my parents were asleep.

“Why can’t Katia come to my bedroom?” Beth protested. “I want to see you guys fuck for real. Clothes off and everything!”

A day earlier, I would’ve told Beth to stop being a Nosey Parker and go find her own bloody girlfriend… but something about having my little sister watch while I fingered her best friend really turned me on. Am I one of those girls who likes doing sexual things while other people watch? I wondered. Well, other girls, anyhow. I couldn’t imagine letting a bloke see something like that.

“What, you only want to watch us?” Rachel shot back. “Bo-ring! Why not strip off and join the party?” She gave my sister’s thigh a squeeze. “I’d totally do you both at the same time.”

“Rachel!” my sister gasped, shocked in spite of herself. “God, you’re soooo bad.” I noticed she didn’t say no, though.

When we arrived at our bus stop, Beth and I exchanged goodbyes with Rachel, who hugged my sister, then gave me a quick kiss, “See you soon,” she whispered, then she set off for home. Beth and I silently watched her stroll around the corner, then we left too.

My sister and I didn’t talk much the rest of the way home. Too much to think about, I guess. Finally I said, “That girl’s really something.”

Beth broke into a huge grin. “Isn’t she? But she’s amazing, too, huh? I’m not sure why I got fluff up my nose about Rachel crushing on you. Now, I like the idea of you two being girlfriends.” Just then, we rounded the corner and our house came into view. My sister squealed, “See ya!” and raced ahead, leaving me somewhat confused. What was going on in that busy little head of hers?

***

The next day I was filled with conflicting emotions. I’d never had a boyfriend, nor much wanted one. At the same time, I’d never given much thought to messing about with girls. Bikes had been my life until I went to that rally, where Fire and Trace awakened something in me, something big. Now I was a lesbian, on the verge of starting my first real romantic relationship… with a girl of twelve, for fuck’s sake!

I wanted Rachel, that much I knew for certain. But she was just a kid. And what did that make me? Some kind of queer pervert. It wasn’t just a sex thing, I knew that much – I genuinely cared for her. But let’s face it, normal teenage girls don’t have it off with twelve-year-olds.

Just after lunchtime, I heard Rachel’s voice. She was out in the backyard, chatting with Beth. A mixture of panic and a frantic need to see her swept through me. Mum was still busy in the kitchen, and she hadn’t made up her mind whether she was going golfing or not. So the last thing I wanted was to run into Rachel if she came inside, for fear of Mum seeing us together. My mother is very perceptive, and I could totally see her noticing the feelings I had for my little sister’s best friend.

Instead, I went up to my room, where I logged into Saphoria, my favourite all-girl chat and pics website. I needed something to take my mind off Rachel. I had only recently found the site through a link I stumbled on at Juicy Secrets, this lesbian sex story site I’d also been exploring.

Investigating Saphoria for the first time, I was shocked. All those nude photos of young girls! But the deeper I dug into the site, the more I got into that kind of thing. Juicy Secrets was much the same, only with words instead of images. Nearly every story there featured at least one underage character. Between the two sites, I was developing a serious taste for young stuff.

I logged into Saphoria, noticing there were no new messages for me, then began to look for hot pictures. It wasn’t long before I was in the teen section. So many preteen cuties, showing off their bodies and having a lovely time doing it. I was transfixed by the beauty of some of the girls I saw. Fuck me, I was getting seriously horny.

Half an hour later, I felt much better. I’d made myself come really, really hard while scrolling through the beauties I’d copied and saved. I made a final check of my inbox. Still nothing new, so I looked up the last conversation I’d had the previous day with this lesbian lady from Budapest named Toni.

I couldn’t believe some of the things I’d said! Sure, I had too much to drink, but even so, what I read really knocked me for a loop. She and I had worked up a joint fantasy, one where we explored sexual pleasures that I haven’t even experienced!

Fuck, I’m getting all hot and bothered again. Best go and have a shower.

When I got back to my room, freshly showered and in my bathrobe, I got a huge shock. Oh, God, Beth and Rachel were seated in front of my laptop!

They both looked up, wearing guilty expressions. Finally Beth mumbled, “Um, sorry, sis. We came to find you and heard you in the shower, so we decided to wait for you to finish up, so we could hang out.” She pointed at my laptop. “I saw this open, and I know we shouldn’t have looked at your personal stuff… but well, we sorta did anyway. Don’t be cross with us, okay?”

I crossed to the laptop. Shit! My conversation with the lesbian was still up. “How much of this did you read?” I asked them.

Beth looked down at the floor, “Well, all of it. Sorry, sis.” She looked back up, giving me a sheepish grin. “It is pretty hot.”

I couldn’t really be angry at the girls. It was my stupid mistake, leaving the site open. Had it been me looking, I’d have done exactly the same.

I glanced at Rachel, who was staring at me in awe. “Have you really done all those things?” she asked.

“Um, not all,” I admitted. “But I will someday.” What the hell, she already knew I was gay.

I went to the laptop, intending to shut it down before things got even weirder. “You’re not going to show us any more?” Beth pouted. “We were really getting into it!”

“I think you two have seen quite enough,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And why are you so interested, Beth? Do you even like girls that way?” My little sister seemed mostly obsessed with boy pop stars, getting huge crushes on one after another.

Beth actually blushed. “Well… I’m starting to think I do like girls. I’m not totally sure, but maybe, yeah.”

While I digested that bit of info, a new message popped up on my laptop. “Go sit over there while I look at this,” I told Beth and Rachel. They looked disappointed, but did what I said.

I opened the message, thrilled to discover it was Toni, my fantasy lover from the day before! I remember thinking I ought to ask her to get in touch with me later, when I was on my own, but I was too excited to wait. We exchanged a few words, getting flirty, then she started getting into the dirty stuff.

I quickly messaged her back. Maybe we should do this later. My little sister and her best friend are hanging out  with me.

I thought Toni would agree and log off. Instead, my friend did the exact opposite. Give them kisses for me, proper kisses!

Suddenly Rachel and Beth were standing behind me, looking over my shoulder and giggling.

Annoyed, I looked up at Rachel, but got caught up in the lustful look she gave me. “You haven’t actually kissed me yet,” she murmured.

Oh, fuck, I told myself. This is a REALLY bad idea. But I wanted to, so much it made me ache inside.

Rachel didn’t wait, just rushed into my arms. Just like that, we were kissing – hot, juicy kisses that made my head spin. She was inexperienced, of course, but learned what she needed to right away. We were getting hot and heavy, making out in my chair while Beth watched. Finally we drew apart, sharing bashful smiles.

Then Rachel shocked me in a big way. “You need to kiss Beth now!” she said.

“What?” I gasped. “I can’t do that, she’s my sister!”

“Why not? Your friend,” she pointed at the laptop, “she wants you to. So do I. Beth does too, I bet!”

I turned to look at my sister. Her cheeks were flushed, her pants undone – had she been fingering herself while I was kissing Rachel?

“How about it, Beth?” Rachel continued. “You told me just a little while ago how beautiful your sister is. Don’t you want her to kiss you?”

“I don’t know,” Beth mumbled, staring at her feet, the walls, anywhere but at me. “Um… maybe?”

I was treading on dangerous ground, that much I knew, but something about my sister’s shyness made me want to do this thing for her. Even if Beth could be a pest, I still loved her to bits.

Moving closer, I offered her my hand, but she made no move to take it. I think she was scared. “If you want, I’ll give you a kiss, Beth,” I told her. “Would you like that?”

She frowned, but after a moment, gave a quick nod, whispering, “Yes.”

Wrapping both arms around Beth’s tense body, I gently pressed my mouth to hers. She didn’t respond at first, just let me kiss her. I held the kiss for longer than I should have, until she began to relax a bit. When I pulled away, she had a puzzled look on her face.

The Inbox flagged up again with a new message from Toni. You will play with the girls some more? Thats what I MOST want to hear about! 

Then I saw there was an attachment. I clicked on it and – oh my God, it’s a video of two naked women, one licking the other’s pussy. The Inbox again: It’s me with a friend, you like this?

The video was long and intense, and I could feel myself getting wet. Toni’s next message said, Touching your cunt, yes?

It was too much for me. Right there, with my twelve-year-old sister and her friend looking on, I pulled up my skirt, pushed down my panties and kicked them to one side, then started fingering my pussy.

Within seconds, Rachel was doing the same, a pair of cute baby blue knickers shoved down to ring her knees. Beth stood open-mouthed, staring at us as we masturbated.

Another message popped up, and this time Beth moved to open it. It was a second video, carrying on where the other left off – only this time Toni and her lover were grinding their cunts together. Beth stared at the screen for a moment, then began to type. Was she telling Toni what we were doing?

Toni’s reply quickly popped up. You just let that pretty girl rub herself off? Or will you lick her?

That was enough to give me an orgasm, right then and there. My body jerked as those lovely, familiar feelings raged through me – and having Rachel and Beth watching the show made it even better.

Okay, so I’d come, but the words of the computer screen were taunting me, telling me to do something I knew I shouldn’t – which only made me more determined to do it anyway. So I got down on my knees in front of Rachel, watching the girl’s fingers as she toyed with her pussy.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I moved Rachel’s hands away and extended my tongue, getting my first taste of her. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. Using two fingers, I spread her open, then licked the pink interior, so tart and juicy.

I tongue-fucked Rachel for a minute or so before licking a path up to the button of her clit. She cried, “Oh… oh God, Katie, I – I love you!“

Wondering what Beth was up to, I stole a glance at her, oddly thrilled to see my baby sister with a hand down the front of her jeans, frantically rubbing away. She watched as I went down on Rachel, then turned to stare at the video, then back to us again.

My hands were cupping Rachel’s arse, and when I felt her tense there I knew she was about to come. Taking her clit between my lips, I teased it with a tiny nibble. Almost immediately, she exploded, a squirt of her liquid essence splashing my face, then dripping from my chin. Her body was jerking, and with each jerk, another splash. I caught most of it in my mouth. Mmm, she tasted divine.

Finally Rachel went limp, and I carefully guided her to the bed, where we flopped down together. She was breathing hard, but managed to give me a juicy kiss, moaning as she tasted herself on my lips and tongue.

I looked at my sister, whose eyes were screwed tightly shut as she masturbated, still leaning against my desk. Turning to Rachel, who was up on one elbow watching Beth, I whispered, “What do you think? Should we help her out?”

“Yes!” she squeaked, her eyes dancing with excitement.

Getting to our feet, Rachel and I advanced toward my little sister, who we grabbed and more or less tossed on the bed.

Beth was staring at us in mixed confusion and disbelief. Perhaps she was thinking of running away, but we were too fast for her. I reached for her jeans, pulling them down and off. Then Rachel seized the waistband of her panties and tugged. She held them to her face, breathing in the scent, then let them drop to the carpet.

Beth went back to fingering herself while we watched. Taking a moment to study my little sister’s masturbation technique, I realised she was clumsily rubbing her pussy lips. That’s no good, I told myself. She’ll never get off, doing it like that.

Honestly, I don’t know what got into me, other than the need to help my little sister. Nudging her hand aside, lay down between Beth’s thighs and licked the length of her slit. She was goggling at me, utterly shocked. But the die was cast, my tongue was inside her, and I had no intention of stopping.

I licked as deep as I could go, probing my sister’s cunt. Beth seemed as nervous as she was thrilled, but couldn’t run away – Rachel was hugging her close, kissing her neck, then she moved down to take a nipple into her mouth.

Beth soon began to respond, especially when I began paying special attention to her clit. It was barely protruding from beneath its fleshy hood; so tiny, but obviously aroused. I gently kissed it, then gave it a lick.

Her hands were twitching next to my face, clutched into two tight little fists. I licked faster, carefully easing the tip of a finger into her pussy. Now her hips were pressing into my face. I saw Rachel get up and move over to the laptop and begin to type as Beth started shaking.

My little sis was coming. It wasn’t a massive climax, but the look of wonder on her face was unmistakable.

Crawling up the bed to lie next to Beth, I took her in my arms, and we shared a gentle kiss. “Was that your first time?” I asked her.

She nodded, suddenly shy. “I – I get the feelings sometimes, but I don’t know how to finish.”

I gave Beth’s hand a squeeze. “Well, now you do. Love you, little sister.”

“Love you too,” she replied, then glanced over at her friend. “What’s Rachel doing?”

“Let’s see.” Beth and I got up and joined Rachel at my desk. “What are you writing?” I asked.

“Take a look,” she said, giving me her seat.

I scrolled back up and read, This is Rachel. Oh my god, its incredible! Katia is licking her little sister Beth. I think she likes it a whole lot. I sure did!

Then a picture came in, a very naughty one of a woman’s arse. This is me as well, it said.

I said, “Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” Rachel just gave a happy sigh.

But Beth asked, “Can I answer that, please?” I nodded, and she typed, I watched the words appear. I think your bum is SOOOO beautiful. Love, Beth xxx.

The answer came straight back, Hi Beth. Would you like to touch my bum? Put your finger inside? If you wish to, I will let it happen.

Beth hesitated for a few seconds and then typed again. I never used to look at girls that way before. but now, yes please, I’d like to touch you there. She thought again, then added, I’ve never really touched a bum hole, not even mine, now I totally want to. xxx.

Again, a quick answer. I’d touch your bum and kiss it, even lick inside. You like?

Beth whimpered, then I saw she was touching her pussy again. “Tell her what you’re doing,” I said.

She looked up at me. “Huh?”

“Tell her you’re fingering your pussy while looking at her pic. Believe me, she’ll like that.”

Now wearing a little grin, Beth began to type with one hand. It was a bit of a mess, but her meaning came through loud and clear. i got yyour pic in front of me. got my fingers in mypussy. now i’m gonna touch my bumhole and pretend its you whos doing t, sexy lady.

Back came the answer. Wet your finger in your pussy, then you can fuck your arse with it. Do it for me, make me come from thinking about what you do, thinking about you fucking yourself, pretty girl.

Rachel and I were standing behind my sister. We watched as she hiked her heels up onto the chair, her knees almost at her head. She dipped another finger into her pussy until it was coated with wetness, then awkwardly reached under herself.

“Ahhh… there we go,” Beth said, then she started fingering her anus. As for her left hand, she placed it between her legs and began to masturbate again.

Reaching over to the keyboard, I typed for Beth. My sister is fingering both her holes for you.

I felt Rachel’s hand touching my arse, so I stayed bent over. Is she going into my bum? I wondered. Sure enough, she pressed a fingertip against my rosebud, but failed to gain entry. “You have to get it wet first,” I told her.

Oh, yeah. Okay,” she said, and slipped the finger into her mouth. I bent over, waiting for it, and soon felt Rachel penetrate my rectum.

When Fire and Trace introduced me to lesbian sex, I quickly got a taste for all things anal. Fire especially loved to lick and finger my bumhole. Rachel was new to this kind of thing, but it still felt lovely. And the way I was bent over gave me a glorious view of Beth as she fucked herself. God, that was so hot. I started stroking my clit as Rachel’s finger moved in and out of my arse. I didn’t take long, I never do, and soon found myself panting my way through a shivery orgasm.

Moments later, I listened to Beth moaning as she approached her own climax. Then I watched a message from Toni unfold on the laptop. Fuck Im coming

Beth jerked in the chair, “Oh, fuck… oh, FUCK! Ohhhhhhhhh…”

We’d barely had time to recover when I heard the front door open and close downstairs. Shit! Mum was home. I blurted, “Quick, Beth – your room!” My sister and Rachel snatched up their things and beat a hasty retreat.

Seizing the laptop, I quickly typed, Mum’s home, got to go. Bye lover, then logged off.

“Katia?” I heard Mum call.

“Hi, Mum. Be down in a sec!” I called from the doorway, then hurried to get dressed.

On to Part Three!

by Rachael Yukey

Thursday, October 19th, 2006 (evening)

By the time I got on the bus this morning, I was totally freaking out. I was so sure that Julie was wishing yesterday hadn’t happened, and never wanted to even look at me again. The very thought scared me silly, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

But as it turned out, things were fine. The weather was really nice this morning… still chilly, but that nasty wind finally stopped blowing, and it did get a few degrees warmer. Julie was sitting on one of the benches next to the bike racks, chatting with Cindy Moen. When they saw my bus pull in they both got up and walked over. Julie hugged me tight, and Cindy said “Hi.” I said, “Hi” back, and the three of us headed for the cafeteria. I was able to breathe again.

Cindy’s the police chief’s niece. She’s been hanging with Julie off and on ever since Julie moved to town last year, and joined us for lunch a few times in the past couple of weeks. I thought at first she was just putting up with me because I was with Julie, but now I actually think we might become friends. I always thought I must be really unlikable because nobody talked to me much, but maybe that’s because I tend to hang back and keep to myself. Maybe if I give them a chance to get to know what I’m like, more people will like me. It’s something to think about!

Cindy is pretty but in a different way than Julie. Julie is tall and thin and has that lovely dark hair, but Cindy is shorter and chunkier. I don’t mean fat because she isn’t, but she’s from one of those Norwegian families that were the first settlers up here and have only ever married people from other Norwegian families.

According to my thesaurus, the word I’m looking for is stocky. A lot of people seem to think girls like that aren’t pretty, but I’m not one of them. I love Cindy’s round cheeks and chin, and that silky yellow hair. I’m blonde, but I’m not as blonde as she is. I caught my mind wandering, imagining Cindy and I doing some of the same stuff I did with Julie and Lisa the night before, and had to force my thoughts back to where I was.

School is the most boring place in the world. I know… duh! But seriously, this morning just dragged on forever. I like A.L. a lot more, because they give us interesting stuff to do and also because it’s challenging. The stuff they give us in regular school is either dull as dirt or just plain too easy. It only takes a couple of seconds to figure out the math they give us, then we keep basically doing the same problems over and over! And the books me and Julie read for fun are three or four levels above our reading assignments… but I guess maybe that’s why we’re in A.L., huh? Then there’s stuff like history and civics. I read somewhere that the average adult remembers less than 1% of the history they learn through twelve years of school. So what’s the point? You memorize the stuff, you pass the tests, and you probably don’t remember any of it after a week, because who cares?

The morning seemed to drag on forever and I thought lunch was never going to come, but it did. Cindy and a couple of other girls had lunch with us, so it wasn’t till we went outside for free time that Julie and I were able to be alone. We got away from the playground and walked down by the football field. We’re not really supposed to do that, but nobody pays much attention except when the really little kids are wandering around. They’re trying to get money in the city budget to put a big fence around the playground. It’s to keep us safe, they say. Safe from what? Are they scared one of Joe Christiansen’s donkeys is going to get loose and kick us to death? It’s not like big cities, where they say there’s a ton of scary people running around.

But right now there’s no fence, so we were able to slip away without being seen. I thought Julie would be dying to talk about what we did yesterday, but she had something else on her mind.

“What are you doing this weekend?” she wanted to know.

I thought about that for a moment. “I don’t think anything is happening… except church,” I added, rolling my eyes. “Why? Are we running off to the city to become movie stars or something?”

Julie made a face like she was seriously thinking about it. “Nah,” she finally said, “I’m saving that for my twelfth birthday.”

We both got giggling.

“Here’s the deal,” said Julie. “We have a big family vegetable garden out at my grandma and grandpa’s place. Everything’s been picked except the winter squash, but we’re supposed to get a hard frost sometime next week so that has to come in now too. We’re doing that this Saturday, since the weather’s gonna be nice. But Friday night I’m going out there to spend the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I asked Grandma if I can invite a friend and she said sure! Wanna come? It’s a really cool place with lots of stuff to do. We’ll be pretty busy Saturday afternoon but nobody will make you work; you can just hang out if you want. Think your parents will let you?”

“Probably,” I said slowly. “I’m starting to think they don’t care what I do, so long as I stay out of their hair and don’t embarrass them. I’ll ask! I’d love to come.”

“Great!” Julie said. “It’ll be tons of fun. But we’re going right after school tomorrow, so as soon as you get an answer call me, okay?”

I nodded, grinning. I didn’t know what Julie’s grandparents were like, but this sounded like a way better Friday and Saturday than anything happening at home!

There was a long moment of silence. We weren’t really walking at that point; just kinda hanging around by the announcer’s tower. Julie looked like she was thinking about something, and I just kept quiet while she worked it out.

Finally, she said, “I had another one last night after I went to bed.”

“You mean an…”

“Yeah, an orgasm.” She leaned back against the tower wall and looked up at the sky. “It took a long time,” she said finally, “and it wasn’t going well at first. I had to find the right thing to think about, like Lisa said.”

“But you found it,” I said. “Julie, that’s great!”

“Aren’t you going to ask what made it work for me?”

“If you want. I didn’t think it mattered that much.”

She closed her eyes, and her voice sounded like it was coming from far away.“I imagined that it was you touching me,” she said. “That’s what worked. I thought about you doing what you did yesterday for me, and then… us doing more.”

“More?”

“Yeah, more.” She looked down at her feet. “Almost like we were ladies from those sexy books. And instead of just helping me you were… you know…”

I put my arm around her waist and snuggled close. “It’s okay,” I told her. “I’ve had thoughts like that too. And you know…” I stopped. Did I want to go there? Julie was looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes. I had to tell her the truth.

“Yesterday, Julie—I felt like maybe I was doing more than just helping you. I wanted to make you feel good because I… because I love you. I’m feeling… ”

I didn’t have the words. I still don’t. But Julie got the point. She turned to face me, put both arms around me, and we just stood there holding each other.

“I just don’t want it to be weird,” she said. “Because you’re my best friend, and I love you too.” She gave a nervous laugh. Wow, this is all a little scary. Are you still, um, worried about sin?”

“Not like before,” I said. “To tell the truth, I’m getting tired of the whole thing. If I was made by God, why would he give me these, these feelings he says I shouldn’t have… and then expect me to keep them all bottled up? It’s starting to make me mad, just thinking about it. And I don’t even know what the Bible says about masturbating. I’m almost ready to do what Lisa said and ask your dad.”

We both started giggling at that. Breaking off our hug, Julie and I leaned back against the wall. “Lisa’s right about him knowing the Bible really good,” she said. “He used to read a lot when he was on tour because the bus rides were boring, and religion is one of the things he got interested in for awhile. He can tell you about all kinds of religious stuff, not just Christian. If you come with me tomorrow we’ll be going to my house and my grandma will pick us up there. Dad might be off on an ambulance call, but if he’s still there you can ask him anything you want.” Breaking off, she glanced around. “Hey, we’d better start heading back.”

I led the way around the side of the concession stand, then stopped in my tracks. There was a girl leaning against the wall with her legs crossed and her arms folded, right around the corner from where we’d been talking! A girl I know.

Her name is Megan Frost. She’s fifteen, and her mom goes to my church. Megan always used to come with her, but these days she’s only there once in awhile. She’s also in A.L. and rides the bus with us on Wednesdays, but we don’t see much of her because she always goes to the back with the rest of the older kids.

Her real hair color is light brown but she dyes it black and cuts it off a little above her shoulders. She wears a lot of black or dark-colored clothes and a bunch of jewelry that’s got a lot of metal instead of stones. I think it’s what the high school kids call goth. She was always a thin girl, but now it’s hard to tell what she looks like, what with the loose clothes she wears. She has really high cheekbones and dark brown eyes. I don’t think Megan has a lot of friends; mostly I see her by herself.

She was grinning at us. “Interesting conversations you guys have.”

Julie and I looked at each other, then back at her. All I could think was how much trouble we could be in if Megan told anyone what she’d just heard.

“Walk with me,” she said, tilting her head in the direction of the school. “I’m on study hall for the next hour, but if you guys don’t get back soon someone’s gonna notice.”

So we walked. Neither Julie or I could find anything to say. But that was okay, because Megan was doing all the talking.“Yeah, I was listening,” she said. “I’ve been catching this vibe from the two of you for the past few weeks. So when I saw you heading out of the playground today, I figured I’d tag along.”

My mind raced through the conversation we’d just had. Did we say anything about Lisa’s part in what happened yesterday? I was pretty sure we didn’t. We’d mentioned talking to her about masturbating being a sin, but that was different. I knew that Lisa would be in a pickle if anyone found out the whole story.

Finally Julie spoke up. “Are you going to get us in trouble?”

“Why would I want to do that?” Megan said, looking shocked. “I get you guys, you know? I mean, I’m gay. I didn’t figure it out till I was a little older than you, but I’m totally into girls.”

“Who says we’re gay?” I asked, trying to act indignant but probably just sounding scared.

Megan snorted. “Oh, please. So you ‘helped’ her get off yesterday? And you both are having fantasies about doing more than just helping? Maybe you’re into guys too, but don’t tell me you’re completely straight. And not only that, you two are totally into each other… whether you realize it yet or not.”

Julie and I looked at each other guiltily, then back at her. My mouth opened, then closed again. A couple of times. Every word Megan had said was true, and I knew it.

As we carefully slipped around the corner of the school building and back onto the playground, Megan slid in between us and put an arm around each of our shoulders. She’s way taller than me, but not that much more than Julie.

“So you’re busy tomorrow and Saturday,” she said. “Would you two wanna hang out Sunday after church? I have a deal with my mom that I don’t have to go to church all the time, but I’ll come and then we’ll ask your parents if you can come back to my place for a while, Mallory. We’ll tell ‘em it’s something for A.L. My mom works after church so it’ll just be us. Can you get away, Julie?”

Julie just stared at her, but I managed to find my voice. “What is it you want to do?” My mouth was dry.

“Oh, just hang out. Talk. It’s cool to have people around who understand some of the things you feel, and I don’t get much of that around here. And maybe I can help you guys sort out some of the things you’re feeling. I sure didn’t get any help when I figured out that I liked girls. What do you say? Julie?”

“I’m in,” said Julie. “Um, if Mallory can come, I mean. I know my dad will be fine with it.”

They both looked at me. “Okay,” I said. I knew Megan was right; my folks wouldn’t even blink. Megan was from the church, and we’d tell them it was a school thing.

Y’know, I just realized something: fibbing to my folks doesn’t bother me anymore, not even a little bit. I feel like it’s just survival!

That was when the recess monitor blew her whistle. Time to go in.

“See you Sunday!” Megan said.

School seemed to drag even worse after that, which I didn’t think was possible. All I wanted was to go straight home and ask my mom about Julie’s invitation to stay at her grandparents’ place.

As it turned out, Mom didn’t even stop to think about it when I asked; just said, “Yes,” and went back to watching her program. Awesome!

I went into the kitchen, dialed Julie’s house, and got her dad. “Hi, Jason,” I said.

“Hey, Mallory!” he replied. “Did you ask your folks about this weekend yet?”

“I sure did! Mom said it was fine. I’m calling to let Julie know.”

“She’s taking a bath,” he said, “but I’ll tell her. Just come with her to our place after school tomorrow. I’ll be on call for the ambulance, but hopefully I’ll see you before you leave. Bring a change of clothes and whatever else you think you need, and make sure you have stuff you can get dirty in. My mom will come pick you ladies up around four. You’ll stay the night at her place, then Lisa and I will come out Saturday morning. You’ll ride back with us at the end of the day and I’ll drop you off at home. Sound like a plan?”

“Sounds great!” I said. “Thanks, Jason!”

“No sweat,” he assured me, then his voice took a more serious tone. “Hey… you doing okay, kiddo?”

“I’m fine,” I told him. “It’s been pretty quiet here.”

“Good to hear. You know where we are if you need anything, got it?”

I thanked him again before hanging up. Then I ran upstairs and got everything packed for the sleepover before dinner.

After we ate, Mom drove to the church to help set up for something that’s happening there tomorrow morning, which meant I got some time to practice piano. My practicing has been really off and on lately, and I miss it. But Mom watches TV almost all the time now, and the piano is in the living room. Maybe I should ask for a keyboard for Christmas. It’d probably be too much money, though.

Never mind. This weekend is going to be AMAZING!

 

Friday, October 19th, 2006

Today was another super-long day in school. You know how when you’re really excited about something, it takes forever to happen? The whole day was like that. I was hoping to spend some alone time with Julie during free period but it was drizzling outside, so they sent us to the gym instead. But Cindy and a few other girls hung out with us, so that was fun, too.

Later on I passed Megan in the hall, and she winked at me. It gave me that tingly sensation, the one I seem to be getting a heck of a lot these days. I always thought she was pretty, but knowing she’s a lesbian AND that she knows about the things me and Julie have been doing makes her exciting, too. And Sunday we’re gonna be alone with her at her house… wow, just thinking about that makes me feel all hot and crazy inside

After school, Julie and I walked to her house. The sun was out by then and the wind wasn’t blowing, so it was pretty nice. It’s not going to be warm again till spring, but it was the kind of late fall afternoon that is just cool enough to be crisp and refreshing.

Lisa was still at work when we arrived, but Jason was there, doing some kind of work in the new bathroom with the door closed. He called out “Afternoon, ladies,” as we came indoors, which made us giggle. We said “Hi,” and went into the kitchen to get a snack, which we brought into the living room. After a moment I heard water running, then Jason came out.

“That’s it,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “This facility is officially open for business. I still need to add a few final touches, but it’s usable.”

I got up to take a look inside. The walls were teal, the ceiling cream. Since I’d last seen it, Jason had put ceramic tiles on the floor, got all the trim up, and installed a toilet and sink. He’d also added a soap dispenser, toothbrush holder, and towel racks. Whatever work he thought was left to do, I sure couldn’t see it.

“It looks great!” I told him. He ruffled my hair, disappeared into the kitchen, and came back out with a bowl of peanuts and a cup of coffee. He was wearing his blue EMS sweatshirt and his pager.

“Hey Dad,” said Julie, trying maybe a little too hard to sound casual, “Mal and I were wondering about something. Some Bible stuff we thought you might know.”

Jason looked surprised. “You mean there’s something I can tell you girls that Mallory’s parents can’t? Or the pastor, for that matter?”

“Welllll… it’s kind of something that we’d rather not ask them. You know?”

“No, I really don’t,” said Jason with a puzzled shrug.

Julie hesitated a long moment. Oh, Lord, I realized, she’s actually gonna ask. “Do you know anything about what the Bible has to say about sex?” she finally blurted.

Jason snorted. “It says a hell of a lot. I swear, that book has more to say about who gets to sleep with who than it does about every form of murder and assault combined. I hope you have something more specific in mind.”

I was surprised how easygoing he was with Julie asking questions about sex. My dad would have a cow if I did that! But now Julie was starting to look uncomfortable, so I got brave and bailed her out.

“We were trying to find out if it says masturbation is a sin,” I said. The words came out in a rush. My face felt hot, and I knew I must be beet red.

Jason blinked once, shook his head, and then chuckled. “We’d better hope it’s not a sin,” he said. “If it is, pretty much every single human on the planet above the age of thirteen or fourteen is going to hell for sure.” He thought for a moment.

“As near as I was ever able to figure,” he said, “the Christian Bible says nothing directly about masturbation. Some people point to this fellow named Onan… there was a Jewish law that required him to get his brother’s wife pregnant, because his brother died childless. The Bible says that Onan spilled his seed… you know, his semen… on the ground, rather than impregnate her. So God killed him.”

“Wow,” said Julie. “Harsh!”

“And you thought I was an ogre,” Jason said with a laugh. “But that’s how it was during Old Testament times. You did NOT want to get on God’s bad side! But anyway, most Biblical scholars will tell you that it’s really a stretch to interpret that as punishment for masturbation. For one thing, it probably wasn’t even masturbation; it reads more like he pulled out of her right before he ejaculated. Besides, Onan’s real crime was disobeying God’s law and not impregnating his brother’s wife. That is, if you believe that any of it happened at all.” He shot me a quick glance. “Sorry, Mallory… I’m not trying to impugn your beliefs.”

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I kind of wonder about it myself sometimes. So you don’t think it says masturbation is bad?”

“It depends on who you ask. The Catholics will tell you that masturbation is exactly what God slew Onan over; they call it onanism. Others will tell you the Bible says nothing at all about it so it’s fine. But those people are ignoring the elephant in the room, which is lust.”

“What do you mean?” asked Julie.

“Well, to lust after someone is to desire them sexually. Kinda like Lisa lusts after me, even though I’m just with her for her cooking.” We all laughed.

“Obviously we can’t entirely control who we want to have sex with,” Jason went on, “but according to Christian theology to dwell on it and let those thoughts linger… well, that’s lust, and it’s definitely sin. The only place it’s permitted is within the confines of marriage. And what goes along with masturbation? Fantasy. Fantasy that usually involves another person. That would definitely fall under the category of lust. So the argument there is that masturbation is a sin on that basis. From a Biblical standpoint, it’s a damn hard argument to refute.”

I spent a minute piecing all of that together, and my throat tightened a little as I realized it didn’t add up to something I wanted to hear.

“Do you think it’s bad, then?” I asked.

“Masturbation or lust or both?”

“Both.”

“If either is bad I was hopelessly damned once I hit puberty, kiddo. Most people would be. Lust is the human condition. Why do you think there are so many unwanted babies in the world? The human sex drive is insanely powerful. And at the end of the day lust is just something that exists in your head. Thoughts don’t hurt anybody. They’re harmless. So no, I don’t think lust is bad. I dn’t think any thoughts are bad. It’s whether you act on them or not.”

“But masturbating is an action,” said Julie.

“An action that hurts nobody,” he replied. “It feels good and does zero harm – a hell of a lot less harm than sex does, sometimes. I don’t think there’s anything wrong at all with masturbation. Hell, I don’t see anything wrong with any kind of sex between consenting partners. But understand this.” He looked at Julie, then me.

“The thing you have to understand here is that I’m not a Christian,” he said. “What I think might not be as important to you as what the Bible says. And on the subject of sex, the Bible is fairly rigid. Lisa and I are in a relationship that runs directly contrary to Biblical teachings, although it’s a teaching more and more Christians seem to be ignoring these days.”

Even at my age, I knew he had a point there. Lots of people in my church have been divorced, and the Bible says that’s wrong. Lots of people who aren’t married are living together, too.

“Do you think lots of Christians masturbate?” I asked.

“I think almost everybody does. Like I said, the human sex drive is one hell of a powerful thing, and most people can’t resist the urge to do something about it. So what’s somebody who’s waiting for marriage before they have sex likely to do? I’d guess most Christians probably take care of themselves, then feel guilty in private. It’s a rule that’s all but impossible to follow. We…”

Julie suddenly sat up straight. “Grandma’s here!” she announced, putting an end to the conversation.

I looked out the front window, and sure enough, a blue Suburban had pulled up in front of the house. A woman was getting out of the driver’s seat. Julie’s dog Benjie jumped up and put his paws on the window, his tongue hanging out.

“Down, boy,” said Jason in a mild tone. Benjie got down, trotted over to Jason, and sat down at his feet. Julie went to the door and opened it as her grandmother reached the porch.

“Hi, Grandma!” she cried, and raced into the woman’s arms.

Julie’s grandma isn’t much taller than Julie. She’s mostly slender but with wide hips, and I guess is in her fifties. Her hair has heavy streaks of gray, but there’s still some dark brown there. She was wearing jeans and a heavy coat.

“Hi, honey,” she said, hugging Julie tight. Jason was crossing the room. I got up and followed.

The woman let go of Julie, and Jason put an arm around her. “Hey there, Mom,” he said. She squeezed him back, then turned to look at me.

“Grandma, this is Mallory,” declared Julie.

“Hi, Mallory,” said Julie’s grandma. “You can call me Helen. How are you?”

“Very well, how are you?” I said. Church manners come automatically to me whenever I meet grownups.

“You’re too polite to be hanging around this house, young lady!” Helen said with a laugh. “Are you two ready to go? I don’t want to stick around too long; I left Grandpa to watch the food.”

Julie put on a fake-terrified look.“Get your stuff fast, Mal,” she said, “or there won’t be anything edible on the table tonight!”

We got our coats on and grabbed our bags. Jason hugged and kissed us both. “Have fun, ladies,” he said.

Piling into the Suburban, we settled in for the ride. Jason waved from the porch as Helen backed out of the drive, then we were on our way.

Okay, I stayed up longer than I meant to because there was so much to tell, and I still didn’t finish! Julie’s asleep, and I’m writing this in the bathroom at her grandparents house. I’ll have to do the rest later.

On to Chapter Eight!

Introduction from JetBoy: Over the last couple of years, our site has been graced by an amazing bunch of stories from a delightful pair of sibling authors I like to call The Sisters Kinky, who write under the names kinkychic and kinkys_sis. They’re both quite prolific, but kinkys_sis has shifted into warp speed of late, knocking out stories like John Henry hammering steel. At present, I have in my possession over twenty of her works of erotic fiction, awaiting the proofreader’s touch. But kinkychic can still turn out a real cracker of a yarn, as the story below proves conclusively.

In the case of the story you are about to read, the end result turned out a bit differently than usual. As I began to edit, I kept catching myself wanting to expand on the original text, fleshing out kinkychic’s ideas and adding a few of my own. Both sisters have always given me free reign as an editor, so I went with my instincts, then nervously sent her the finished first chapter. Lucky for me, she was satisfied with the result, and I worked my way through the rest. Nonetheless, the original plot, characters and story belong to kinkychic, so the lion’s share of credit should go to her as well. 

On the other hand, if you don’t like it, I take full responsibility. Thanks for reading.

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Originally written about four years ago, but now re-edited, expanded, and brought up to date with an additional chapter.

Parts of this story are based on actual events, but it is still a fantasy. Naturally, all the names have been changed. There is a minor character named Toni’s whose first language is not English… thus, expect a few stilted remarks from her.

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by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

 

All the salesmen were busy, so I wandered around the bike shop, nothing much grabbing my attention. I idly picked up a leaflet to peruse while I waited.

Some guy’s voice broke into my reverie. “You thinking of going?”

“Going? Where?” I asked.

He pointed to the leaflet. “The bike rally. Ever been before?”

I studied the flyer more closely. “Oh, er… no, I haven’t. Is it any good?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, man, it’s so much more than good. Great bikes, great music…. You should give it a try, I never miss it.” He gave me a smile, sidling a little closer. “You could keep me company if you’d like. We’d have an amazing time.”

Shit, this guy was hitting on me. Quickly returning the leaflet to the stack, I said, “No, that’s okay, thanks. I doubt if I could make it anyhow.”

The guy shrugged. “Whatever. Your loss.” He turned and wandered away, acting as if he was the one giving me the brush-off.

Fuck you, too, I thought.

With him gone, I took back the leaflet, folded it up and slipped it into my pocket. A bike rally, eh? Sounds interesting.

Back home, I looked up the bike show on Google. It actually did look like something I’d be into. Maybe I’ll give it a go, I decided.

***

Come the day of the bike rally, I got dressed, then realised I had no idea what to take along. Fucking hell, I thought, making a face. It was a two-day event, but I didn’t own anything suitable for sleeping rough – not a tent, not even a sleeping bag. Sod it, I told myself. I’ll just go for the day.

Bikes were pouring into the field when I arrived, more than I’d ever seen in one place. Every model imaginable, all kinds of shapes and sizes. I even spied a Vincent Black Shadow! Wow, I thought, this is so awesome!

I parked up, removed my helmet and gave my long hair a shake-out.

The first priority was to polish the road dust off of my bike. I was buffing away when this long-haired bearded guy came up. “Heyyyy… nice bike, doll. Triumph 900cc T100, am I right?”

Now, if there’s one thing I hate, it’s being called doll, chick, girlie and such like. “I’m not a doll,” I replied, trying to keep my voice low and even. The temptation was there to tell him Fuck off, twat face, but I didn’t want to walk into an ugly situation after I’d only just got there.

He held a hand up. “Hey man, sorry. No offence intended. So… what do I call you?”

“Bluntly? You don’t, and I’m busy.”

Okay, he clearly didn’t appreciate that. The wanker was about to speak up yet again, then a female voice came from behind me. “What’s the bother, babe?”

Now, I don’t much like getting called babe, either, but when I turned to face this woman, the retort died in my mouth. This tall, impressive Amazon of a woman was looking at the guy with a scowl on her face.

I was struck speechless for a moment, but managed to recover in time to reply, “No bother, really. I was about to tell this tosser to beat it.”

She turned back to the guy, fixing him with a glare intense enough to strip paint. “You heard the lady, fuckface. Get lost.”

He clearly wanted to say something especially nasty, but when my defender casually flexed her muscles, he thought better of it. “Okay, okay, I get the message.” He turned and stalked away, but I heard his parting shot. “Fucking dykes.”

Amazon took a step after him, but a pretty girl standing alongside grabbed her arm. “Leave him, Fire. The arsehole ain’t worth it.”

“Yeh, I reckon you’re right,” the woman replied, but then she called out, “Pencil dick!” to the guy, then let loose with a loud cackle of laughter.

They turned back to me, and the pretty one spoke. “Hi, I’m Trace. My mate here is called Fire. You might guess why.”

I could. The woman packed an obvious attitude, and had the looks to go with it. One side of her head was shaved clean, whilst the other sported long purple and black hair. She was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket which showed her muscles off to some effect. Her arms and neck were covered in tattoos. I remember thinking she’d be a real stunner if she wasn’t quite so butch.

Suddenly it struck me that I was staring. “Um, sorry, I’m being rude. I’m Katia. Oh, and thanks for stepping in there.”

“No problem,” Fire murmured. She and Trace were studying my bike, which came in a gorgeous sapphire blue. “Nice colour… yeah, I like that colour,” Fire continued, stepping back to get a better look. You cleanin’ it for your fella?”

I was taken aback. Did she think I was some biker boy’s piece? “No, I’m not here with a fella, the bike’s mine. It’s the 2004 limited edition, the only year it came in this colour. Just so happens that it matches my eyes.”

Fire and Trace both leaned forward to check my eyes. Trace said, “Nice. And no offence meant. It’s great to see more women bikers at these rallies.”

Fire studied me for a moment. “So, you’re alone here, then. Not good.” She glanced at Trace, “Yeh? What d’ya think?”

Trace nodded. “You wanna stick with us, Katia? You shouldn’t be on your own. Too many rough blokes about.”

I didn’t need time to think. They were right – this was no place for a young girl to fly solo. Anyhow, I already felt an enormous liking for these two. “Oh, sure, if you don’t mind, I’d love the company.”

“Then bring your machine and come with us!” Fire said, grinning hugely.

At their campsite, Fire and Trace had a tie-up separate tent they used to stow their bike. I was struggling a bit manoeuvring my Triumph on the grass. It’s an awesome bike, but heavier than it looks. Taking pity on me, Fire took over and, as if it were weightless, she soon had it stowed.

“So, it’s early yet. Music starts in an hour or so. We usually grab ourselves beers and have a look round,” Fire said.

“You want to come too, right?” Trace asked me. I hesitated, then gave her a shy nod. She laughed and exclaimed “Great!“ She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze. “Oh, Kat, we’re gonna have a great time!”

That’s another nickname I don’t like, but I thought, Hey, so what? It sounds good the way she says it.

A couple of beers later, we’d checked out hundreds of bikes and the music was just getting started. The leaflet had said there would mostly be heavy rock bands and rockabilly groups. I’ve never been that much into heavy rock, but I love rockabilly. I got that from my dad who’d been an old fashioned rocker before he had died.

I was having a great time, enjoying the company of my new friends as the day flew by. I had more beers than I usually allowed myself and was feeling a bit lightheaded, and the music was deafening, but I was in a marvellous mood.

***

Eventually, it began getting dark. “So, where’s your gear?” Fire asked me. “You did bring a tent, right?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t own a tent, so I wasn’t gonna stay the night.”

“No, no, girl. You’ve drunk way too much to ride home tonight. You don’t wanna end up wiped out in a ditch, do ya?”

She was right, but what else could I do? It had got too damp and cold for me to sleep in the open.

Fire glanced at Trace, who gave a little nod. “Kat, the best thing is for you to stay with us in our tent. We got plenty of room. Then you can catch the rest of the rockabilly bands tomorrow. The Lonely Blue Boys are playin’, and they’re absolutely ace.”

I didn’t need time to think. It was the ideal solution. “If you’re sure it’s okay… then yeah, count me in! I think it’s a great idea.”

“In that case, we can down a few more beers. We’ve also got a jug of wine back at the tent,” said Fire.

“I brought something, too.” Going back to my bike, I fetched out a family-size bag of crisps and some cheesy biscuits.

Trace broke into a huge grin when I returned. “Fuckin’ hell, that’ll hit the spot. There y’go, Fire. I told you she weren’t a free-loader.”

An hour or so and a few more beers later, I knew it was time to stop drinking. I was feeling kinda fuzzy. It was a bit of a tighter fit in the tent than I’d imagined, but still warm and comfy. Trace was lying shoulder to shoulder on one side of me. Fire, the other side but her head was by my feet.

“Y’know, Kat, you got nice legs.” I felt Fire’s fingers on my leg, lazily tracing their way up and down. It felt quite nice, I decided, so I let her touch me.

Trace propped herself up on an elbow and took a handful of my hair. “And your hair is totally gorgeous.” She leaned closer and buried her face in it. “Smells nice, too.” Then I felt her lips touch my ear.

Fuck! Did she just kiss me? Then her tongue traced the edge of my ear. I wanted to protest but again, it felt quite nice really. At the same time, I realised Fire’s hand was moving upward, now just above my knee, and her touch seemed a lot more like a caress.

I felt a surge of panic. God, they were seducing me! I tried to sit up, but Trace’s arm held me in place. “It’s okay, baby… relax,” she murmured.

My mind was in turmoil. I’d never had sex with anyone before… in fact, I hadn’t even been kissed! And I wasn’t into other girls, right? But at the same time, there was a mysterious warmth building inside me, and my pussy was tingling.

Trace nuzzled my cheek. Wow… it felt really nice, but my nerves were still jangling, and I felt uneasy about doing lesbian stuff. I tried to turn away, but something I saw in Trace’s eyes stopped me. For the first time, I saw how utterly beautiful she was, especially her smile. She smelled incredible, too – sort of like cinnamon.

As I stared at her, not knowing whether I was coming or going, Trace whispered, “I know you want me to kiss you, sweet Kat.”

Did I want that? Right then, I wasn’t sure. She kissed me again, on the corner of my mouth. I liked how soft her lips were. Still, this was moving a little too fast for me. I began to speak, but then I found Trace’s lips brushing mine. Oh God, I did like it!

What the hell, I decided. I’ve got to find out what kissing is like some time. Why not with someone I like?

I made myself relax, she moved in and, just like that, I had my first kiss – and it was amazing. Suddenly, the fact that I was doing this with another girl didn’t matter one bit!. In fact, it felt totally right. Before I knew it, I was kissing her back.

I hadn’t been paying as much attention to what Fire was up to… but suddenly I noticed her hand slipping up into the leg of my shorts, the woman’s fingers dancing over my skin until she was only a couple of inches from my pussy.

By then my lips were parted, and Trace’s tongue was slipping between them. I hadn’t realised that my arms had encircled her, pulling her closer to me as I began to return the kiss, my tongue shyly greeting hers.

Someone’s hand was at my waist, sliding under the top I wore, making its way to my boobs. I could feel Fire caress the front of my knickers, touching my slit through the material. I realised Trace was the one touching under my t-shirt when she softly said, “Let’s get this out of the way,” and unhooked my bra. Then she was pinching and tugging at my nipples, switching from one to the other.

At that point, I was lost. The sensations my new friends were giving me were so intense, so lovely. I wanted more. So I didn’t put up any kind of resistance when Trace and Fire began to undress me. My shorts and panties were sliding down, while my top was being pulled up to my shoulders. I raised my arms so Trace could slip it off of me.

I was naked between the two women, and how about that – I wasn’t embarrassed, not at all! In fact, I felt a surge of mixed excitement and pride when Trace said, “Fuck, baby, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” Then she took one of my nipples into the warmth of her mouth.

Fire countered with, “You should see her down here, Trace. This one’s got one of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen. Hmm… wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.” As Fire spoke, she was raising my knees, then spreading my legs wide apart. Oh, my God, I thought. Is she really about to…

Her mouth was on my pussy. She kissed me there several times; then, for the first time in my life, I felt a tongue dip into my slit. Oh fuck, it felt divine. I actually lifted my hips for her, pressing my pussy into Fire’s face. She licked me even deeper.

Turning to Trace, I begged, “Kiss me some more… please?”

“Happy to,” she purred, then got to it. She didn’t just kiss me, she feasted on my mouth, all the while plucking at my nipples.

Fire had opened me up with her fingers while her tongue teased my clit. One moment she flicked, the next she sucked. At the same time, she had two fingers carefully sliding into my vagina.

When Trace broke our kiss, I opened my eyes, startled. She was smiling at me. “I knew you’d enjoy this, babe,” she said. “I can always tell when a girl likes other girls.”

I wanted to ask how she knew before I did, but that was when my climax kicked in. I’d been touching  myself since turning twelve, but these feelings of pleasure were so much more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.

I screwed my eyes shut as my body went iron-rigid. “That’s it, lover… come for us,” said Trace.

Fire was still fingering me, her tongue teasing at my clit… and Trace picked that moment to lightly bite my ear. That was it – the dam burst and I nearly screamed as my orgasm took hold. I was riding a wave that seemed to go on forever. I’ve no idea how many times I came.

Slowly, I drifted down from the stratosphere and back to reality. Trace was kissing my neck, Fire was licking my nipples. I reached down and pulled her up until I could gaze into her eyes. I was thinking about when we met, how I’d found Fire more striking than beautiful. But now, I saw a wild loveliness in her that stole my heart away.

Suddenly feeling shy, I asked her, “Would you kiss me? I’d really like that.”

I tasted my pussy on her lips. When we kissed, Fire wasn’t at all gentle like Trace had been. She crushed her lips to mine, her tongue plunging into my mouth. It was a bruising, wild kiss that shocked me but at that moment, I loved her. So I did my best to give as good as I got.

When we broke apart, she stared at me. “Fuck, girl… you’re good at this!”

Trace laughed, “See why she’s called Fire? It’s not just her temper.”

“Could you tell that was my first time?” I asked them both. “Um… so, did I do okay?”

Fire gave a snort of laughter. “Shit! I owe you a fiver, Trace.” She turned back to me, “She said it would be your first time. Me? I said ‘bollocks.’ So we made the bet. It’s still hard to believe you’ve not fucked one of your friends, at least.” She took my hand; gave it a squeeze. “You’re some hot bitch, Kat.”

I didn’t know whether I ought to be cross at the fact that they’d more or less set out to have their way with me from the start. Then again, why bother? I’d enjoyed it, after all.

“Well, in that case, thank you both. So, do I get to see you two naked?”

“Way to go, baby! Sure you can… but let’s have a drink first,” said Fire. Then she produced the red wine.

It must have been well into the early hours before we slept. I have vague memories of being in a jumble of arms and legs, pussies and arseholes. They taught me how to trib, and what they told me was called a sixty-nine. Then for the grand finale, we got into a pussy circle. Oh my God, we all ended up well and truly fucked to a standstill.

I was awakened by Trace giving me a nudge with her foot. Once I could focus my eyes, I saw she was holding a tray of coffees and slices of toast. That was the best, most needed coffee of my life.

“So, Kat, how old are you?” asked Fire.

“Seventeen,” I replied.

She frowned. “There’s a problem with that, y’know. How come you’re ridin’ a 900? Ain’t legal till you’re twenty-one.”

I broke into a grin. “Oh, that’s easy! See, the bike’s in my mum’s name but it’s mine. I’ve also got a small, way crappier bike that’s in my name. That way I get the time needed to qualify for the higher licence.”

“Cool. Yeah, I like that. See, Trace, we got a clever ‘un here!” Fire responded.

We didn’t drink that day – not alcohol, anyway, just loads of coffee. The rockabilly band Fire liked was really good. I even bought their CD, though it didn’t sound quite so good at home as they were live.

Before I hit the road for home, we swapped numbers, hugs and kisses, and promised to keep in touch. I held their hands one last time and said, “Thanks, guys. Y’know what? I fuckin’ enjoyed that.”

On to Part Two!