Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A quick recap of the Story Thus Far: Rural paramedic Nettie Hastings finds herself in the middle of a flurry of unexplained overdose calls and, with the help of her best friend and former lover, Terry Wilder, has begun putting clues together linking the source to her own hometown. Some suspect Terry’s involvement, as his ex-wife is a convicted drug trafficker. A DEA agent named Bridgette Ramscone is brought in to work the case, and she takes a special interest in Nettie who, in the meantime, has entered into a clandestine affair with Terry’s preteen daughter Halee. On this particular evening, Nettie hosts a sleepover with Halee, Halee’s ten-year-old sister Naomi, and the sisters’ good friend Chelsey, who recently sustained injuries in a car crash. Nettie and the girls play Truth or Dare, which takes the sleepover in a very interesting direction. (You might want to revisit the previous chapter to get your motor humming for this one.)

For a more detailed breakdown of this story’s chapters, please consult the Chapter Links.

by Rachael Yukey

Three girls. My twelve-year-old lover, her almost-eleven sister, and said sister’s best friend. In my new living room. About to get naked. Holy shit. Halee was going to make love to Chelsey, and she wanted us to watch. 

I rose wordlessly and crossed to the sofa, where no one was sitting at the moment. It’s a fold-out, a pretty comfortable one. Tossing the cushions to one side, I pulled out the bed. It had sheets on it, and they appeared to be clean. Good enough.

“How’s this?” I said.

“Perfect,” said Halee.

We helped Chelsey get to the fold-out and laid her down, placing one of the throw pillows from the loveseat behind her head.

“I can make myself scarce, if you girls would rather have some privacy,” I said, thinking maybe a removal of the grownup in the room would put the two younger ones more at ease.

That idea got shot down right away.“No way,” Chelsey insisted.

“Fuck that,” said Halee.

“I was hoping you’d sit with me while they do stuff,” said Naomi.

So Naomi and I wound up side by side on the loveseat. Halee sat on the edge of the bed next to Chelsey, gently caressing the girl’s face with her fingertips, then stroking her hair. Chelsey wore a beatific smile, her eyes closed. Finally, Halee leaned down, and their mouths met in a hungry kiss.

They made out for what seemed like ages, then Halee’s mouth was raining delicate kisses all over the younger girl’s face. Chelsey took control, placing her good hand behind Halee’s head, moving in close to nuzzle her friend’s neck. Halee, recognizing Chelsey’s reduced mobility, allowed herself to be guided, enabling Chelsey to kiss and lick both sides of her neck, then down to the collarbone.

Taking hold of the hem of Chelsey’s t-shirt, Halee tugged it up, then began to caress the bare belly beneath. Naomi moved a little closer to me, a delicious shiver racing through her thin frame. I wrapped an arm around her.

Now the two older girls were kissing again, giving us exciting glimpses of sparring tongues. Halee pulled away, and helped Chelsey to sit up. She pulled the t-shirt up and off to bare her friend’s upper half, carefully extracting the arm that was still in a brace. Letting Chelsey tumble back to the bed, she turned her attention to the girl’s belly and chest, kissing, biting, loving. Chelsey had no boobs to speak of, so Halee was paying special attention to her nipples.

Chelsey’s breath was growing ragged and strained. So, for that matter, was Halee’s. Come to think of it, the ten-year-old seated next to me sounded a little breathy as well. I gave Naomi a reassuring squeeze, then kissed the top of her head.

Sitting up, Halee tugged her t-shirt off, then threw it across the room. Chelsey reached up to brush her thumb across a tiny nipple, and was rewarded with a moan. I grinned, knowing all too well how sensitive Halee’s chest is.

“Let me kiss them,” Chelsey said in an almost-whisper.

Straddling Chelsey’s waist, Halee bent down until her nipples were within easy reach of the younger girl’s mouth. This partially blocked our view from the loveseat, but in moments Halee was moaning intermittently, even humping against her friend’s belly.

After a moment, Halee sat up and moved to the side to unclasp the long skirt that Chelsey wore over her brace. Chelsey raised her hips as best she could, and between the two of them they got it off.

Halee sat back and blinked in surprise; Naomi’s jaw dropped, and I’m pretty sure I did something similar. Chelsey wasn’t wearing panties.

She saw us all staring, and blushed a little. “It’s just easier with the brace,” she explained.

Halee lay down beside Chelsey and kissed her. As they kissed, Halee’s hands were moving delicately across the insides of the girl’s thighs. When she got close to Chelsey’s center, her hips rose, a little lopsidedly thanks to the brace. Halee began delicately caressing her younger friend’s labia, then let a finger trail the inside of the slit. “Oh, my God!,” Chelsey blurted, rasing her head from the pillow.

Halee glanced over at her sister and me. “She’s really wet.” She looked back down at Chelsey. “Can they come over and feel how wet you are?”

Chelsey nodded. “Okay,” she whispered, her eyes rolling up into her head as Halee’s finger continued to slide up and down, gliding back and forth over her clit.

Halee beckoned us with the other hand. “Well… come on!” she said, a bit impatiently.

As if in a trance, I got up. Naomi stood as well, taking my hand in a tight grip. It was only a couple of steps to the fold-out. I sat, reached out, placed my hand on Chelsey’s knee, then traced a slow path up the inside of her thigh to just below where Halee was working the girl’s clit with a steady circular motion. Chelsey’s breath was patchy and harsh. I placed my index finger just below Halee’s and swirled it around, glorying in the juicy nectar oozing from Chelsey’s hole.

Naomi’s hand was still clutching mine. She was kneeling next to me on the bed. “Do you want to feel?” I asked her. Naomi just nodded. I guided her hand in, touching her fingers to the lower part of Chelsey’s cunt in place of mine.

“It’s really slippery,” Naomi whispered. “And – and warm!”

I nodded, then looked up at Chelsey. Her eyes were scrunched closed, her face tight with passion.

“Have you ever put a finger inside yourself, Chelsey?” I asked.

She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Gently moving Naomi’s hand aside, I slipped a finger inside of Chelsey’s dripping cunt. It was tight, yet open and receptive.

“Oh, jeez!” Chelsey wailed.

“Okay,” said Halee, pushing on my shoulder. “Move over. I’m hungry, and this pussy is on the menu.”

Withdrawing my finger, I sidled out of her way.

Naomi’s eyes were bulging. “Does that mean she’s going to put her mouth down there?” she gasped.

“Just watch,” I said.

Halee got down between Chelsey’s legs, covering the entirety of the girl’s bare slit with her mouth. I couldn’t see what was happening, but the movement of her cheeks told me her tongue was in motion, and Chelsey’s gasps of pleasure assured me that whatever Halee was doing was working. Then Halee extended her tongue, swiping the swollen little clit. Bringing her hand into play, she slipped a finger inside her friend’s vagina. Chesley yelped.

I began to caress Chelsey’s face with one hand, her belly, and chest with the other, pausing to beckon Naomi closer.

“Would you like to kiss her?” I breathed into the child’s ear.

Naomi nodded, and bent down to speak to Chelsey.“Can I kiss you?” she whispered in an unsteady voice.

“Please kiss me, Naomi!” Chelsey exclaimed. “Oh, gosh… Ohhhh!” For a moment, I thought she was coming, but apparently not yet.

Naomi kissed Chelsey, tentatively at first, then fiercely as Chelsey parted her lips and almost seemed to suck her friend’s tongue in. Halee was working furiously down below, her entire head whipping up and down, tongue extended, finger thrusting in and out.

Suddenly Chelsey threw her head back, breaking the kiss. She pulled Naomi to her with her good arm, pressing their cheeks together.“Oh. Oh, gosh. F-frick…”

“Fuck,” I whispered in her ear.

“Oh, fuck!” she wailed as her body seized up. Then she was crying out repeatedly, clinging to Naomi for dear life as purest ecstasy claimed her.

Halee came up grinning, her lips and cheeks glistening with moisture. I backed away, taking Naomi with me so Halee could slide up the length of Chelsey’s body and into her friend’s arms.

“Oh, Halee,” Chelsey whispered, “that was amazing.”

“Ever tasted yourself?” Halee asked.

Chelsey smiled. “Sure have.”

Halee kissed her hungrily, a contented hum escaping her mouth as Chelsey kissed and licked her vaginal juices from the older girl’s face.

“I want to do that to you,” Chelsey said, “but I’m not sure how to make it work with these braces on.”

Halee looked thoughtful. “I’ll bet we can work something out,” she said. “Maybe if we just…”

“Try sitting on her face,” I blurted.

All three girls stared at me for a moment, then Halee pursed her lips. “I think I get what you mean,” she said. Rising to her feet, she shoved her black jeans to the floor, along with her panties. Unable to resist, I pulled her down into my lap, kissing her passionately, my free hand roaming that exquisite body. She kissed me back, then pulled away and gazed into my eyes.

“Thanks for being okay with this, Nettie,” she said.

Then she turned to her sister. “You should get naked while you watch this, sis,” she said. “I haven’t seen you out of your clothes in a long time, and I’d kinda like to.” Her eyes flicked upwards to me. “You should, too. Then Naomi can try touching herself and see what happens.”

As she and Chelsey settled into a slow, languorous, and oh-so-goddamn-sexy kiss, I rapidly shucked my clothes, tossing them to the floor. Naomi gazed at me for a moment, shrugged, and got rid of hers as well. For a moment I couldn’t take my eyes off of her adorable little body, its Scandinavian bone structure lending Naomi a curviness that her older sister had yet to achieve.

Nevertheless, my attention was quickly drawn back to the main event. Halee positioned herself on her knees, lowering her cunt to Chelsey’s open mouth.

With her working hand, Chelsey Halee down further. Suddenly Halee let out a loud, guttural cry, clutching the sofa back with both hands. She bowed her head low, hair hanging down to obscure her face, her breath descending into shuddering gasps of pleasure, punctuated by little grunts and moans. She rocked back and forth, grinding her pussy into Chelsey’s face.

I heard a gasp next to me, and saw Naomi gingerly fondling her own pussy, her eyes glued to the sex scene unfolding before us on the couch. Though tempted to lend a hand, I left her to it for the moment and got to my knees, straddled Chelsey, and wrapped my arms around Halee from behind. I reached around to play with her nipples, all the while kissing her neck. Now she was moaning with every breath.

“Oh, God,” she yelped. “Oh, fuck. OHHHH!”

Then her body was spasming. She thrust herself backwards and sideways, until the two of us fell over onto the bed. I cradled her from behind as she continued to shiver, squeezing her tightly. Gradually her breathing slowed to something approaching normal. Under 20 breaths per minute, the ever-present paramedic in me noted clinically.

Chelsey was watching us sidelong, a grin on her face. “Was it good?” she inquired.

“Oh, yeah,” said Halee, letting go of me and rolling towards Chelsey, pulling her friend close.

The two girls clung to one another. “I can smell myself on you,” said Halee, moving in for a kiss.

Chelsey pulled away. “Uh-uh, girl. That’s not for you,” she said, then glanced over at the loveseat. “Hey, Naomi… wanna know what pussy tastes like?”

“I… I think so,” Naomi’s voice trembled.

“If you do, get over here and kiss me. Your sister is all over my face. If you don’t want to, that’s okay.”

Halee backed off, falling into my arms. I cradled her to me. Naomi hesitantly moved forward until she and Chelsey were face to face, then gave the girl a delicate peck on the lips.

Sitting back, she giggled. “I can smell it,” she said. “It’s… different. I thought it would be gross, but it’s not.”

“Lick my chin,” Chelsey advised. “Get yourself a real taste.”

Naomi let her tongue snake out, swiping along Chelsey’s chin. At first it was tentative, and the next thing I knew she was greedily lapping at her friend’s lips. Finally they were kissing like lovers, their tongues dancing.

Naomi pulled away and sat up, breathing hard. “I need… something,” she said. “I feel like I’m gonna explode if something doesn’t happen.”

“Hang on,” I said.

I got up and headed for the bathroom. I vaguely remembered seeing something when I was going through the drawers the previous day, and hoped it hadn’t been a figment of my imagination. On the third drawer down I found it, an elegant carved-wood hand mirror, no doubt a leftover from my dad’s second wife. Snatching it up, I returned to the living room.

The setup awaiting me could not have been more perfect. Halee was sitting against the back of the fold-out, legs stretched out before her. Naomi was resting between those legs, and Halee was kissing the back of her sister’s neck, hands restlessly roaming the ten-year-old’s chest, belly, and thighs. Naomi’s color was high, her breathing harsh and irregular. Chelsey was lying on her side, propped up on the uninjured elbow, watching the whole thing with a look of unadulterated lust.

I sat down, handing the mirror to Naomi. “Hold it so you can see your pussy,” I told her. She positioned the mirror between her legs.

“Is it okay if I touch you down there?” I said.

Naomi spoke not a word, but nodded emphatically. I reached in and carefully parted her lips. Despite being only a few months younger than Chelsey, by comparison Naomi had zero hair to speak of; still completely smooth. She was also delightfully wet.

I held her labia open with one hand, using my other to point.“These big lips,” I told her, “are your outer labia. Labia majora, if we’re getting technical.” I ran my fingers inside, tracing the inner lips, which were a bit more prominent than those of her sister. “This is the inner labia,” I went on. “Labia minora. They vary a lot. Yours are bigger than Halee’s, but smaller than mine. Mine stick out a little.”

My fingers moved inward, circling the entrance to her tunnel. Naomi shivered. “This is your vagina,” I said. Fingers now slick with moisture, I moved upward. Naomi thrust her hips out, a moan escaping.

“And that,” I said, “is your clitoris. It’s your pleasure center. Touching it is how you make yourself feel especially great.”

“Let me show you, sis,” Halee whispered. Her hand gently nudged mine aside, then went to work on her sister’s clit.

“Oh, wow,” Naomi gasped. “Oh… holy cow…”She pressed her head backwards into her sister’s chest.

Glancing over at Chelsey, I saw she was openly masturbating, her eyes glued to the two entwined sisters. Unable to resist, I reached across to slip a hand between her legs, easing a finger inside her.

We moved together, her hand cupped inside mine, my arousal skyrocketing as I felt her body respond. Neither of us could tear our attention from the incredible sight of two underage sisters making love. Naomi’s eyes were wide, her head jerking forward with every wave of pleasure.

Suddenly Chelsey’s body went rigid, her vaginal muscles clamping down on my finger. I rode out the crazy up-and-down of her orgasm, then withdrew my hand, still watching Naomi as she received her first taste of sexual pleasure.

“Oh, my gosh,” Naomi wailed. “Oh, my… Ohhhh! Oh, Halee, oh God, something’s happening…”

Halee gripped her sister’s hand, her fingers moving even faster as she strummed Naomi’s clitoris, the liquid sounds of masturbation and the scent of cunt filling the room.

Then Naomi’s entire body looked like it was trying to fly away. She didn’t cry out; she positively screamed as the first orgasm of her young life took hold. Her pelvis jerked furiously; her eyes bulged. Then she collapsed into her sister’s arms.

Halee held Naomi close, cradling her as if she was made of crystal. Finally, Naomi stirred, turned her face towards Halee, giving her big sister a sleepy smile. The two of them shared a slow, tender kiss.

Suddenly Halee fixed her gaze on me. She lifted her arm and pointed. “Her turn,” she said.

The next thing I knew, Halee and Naomi were all over me, kissing and touching me everywhere. I stretched out on the bed, and felt the somewhat less mobile Chelsey adding her own caresses to the mix. I was so far gone at this point I’d be hard-pressed to say who did what, but it was Halee who settled between my legs, slipping two fingers into my body and her tongue between my pussy lips.

“Suck her boobies, Naomi,” Chelsey suggested, turning her head to the side to capture my mouth in a kiss.

Naomi licked my breasts and sucked on my nipples, while Chelsey and I remained liplocked as the heightening sensations rent my body asunder. And then I came, screaming into the mouth of an eleven-year-old girl. Finally, we all lay still, a sweaty, sticky mess of bodies all nestled together.

***

We didn’t bother to put clothes on after that. We helped Chelsey get propped into a sitting position on the foldout, and I managed to dig out drinks and chips in the kitchen. Dad didn’t have much in the way of snacks, and I made a mental note to get this kitchen stocked as quickly as possible. Chelsey’s phone chimed while we were munching; Halee retrieved it for her.

She looked it over, typed briefly, then tossed it onto the bed beside her. “Just my mom. She says she’ll be coming home soon, but I can stay where I’m at if I want. I told her I’m fine here.”

“Did they get their errands done, then?” I asked.

“I don’t think it even was errands,” Chelsey replied with a roll of her eyes. “Mom’s got this new friend she likes to go drink and hang out with. I’ve been out there a few times, but she doesn’t really like bringing me. So she and Aunt Judy make up dumb excuses why I should stay home.”

“A new friend? Here in town?” I said, wondering who on earth it could be. Few people in Bronning voluntarily associated with Lisa Milne.

“Naw, there’s this old blue house back in the woods towards the end of Shadow Lake Road.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Half-collapsed barn, old rusty farm machinery all over?”

“Yeah! That’s the place. When have you been there?”

I shook my head. “We had a frequent flier who used to live there.”

“Frequent flier?” Chelsey inquired, her head cocked.

“Oh, that just means someone who calls the ambulance a lot. There was this middle-aged alcoholic who used to live out there. He died over a year ago. The house was disgusting; smelled of piss and rotten food. I figured whoever bought the property would just level the buildings. I’m kind of surprised someone is living there.”

***

Sleeping arrangements worked out to be Halee and I in Dad’s former bedroom, Chelsey and Naomi on the foldout. The girls had packed pajamas in overnight bags, and I found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt in Dad’s dresser. Halee and I lay in each other’s arms, not talking much, listening to giggling and chatter from the living room, followed shortly thereafter by rapid, ragged breathing. We looked at each other, chuckled, and then lay back again. We heard a moan that could only have come from Chelsey’s lips, then another. Then a quiet cry from Naomi.

I felt motion, looked to my right, and watched the blanket ripple and twist as Halee’s hand worked furiously between her legs..

Placing a hand on her thigh and gliding upwards beneath her nightgown, I murmured, “Allow me,” She smiled, allowing me to replace her hand with mine. As my finger found its way into her slippery folds, I felt her hand glide down my belly, then slip beneath the waistband of my Dad’s old sweats.

We just lay there together, fingering each other, trying to be quiet so we could hear the rising crescendo of sexual need fulfilled in the living room. Finally, there was a keening wail as Naomi reached her pinnacle, followed by a series of short, sharp cries from Chelsey. Then silence. A moment later I felt Halee convulse under my hand, and the added jolt of excitement was enough to tip me over the edge.

Silence descended upon the house. I thought Halee might have fallen asleep, then suddenly she spoke.

“Nettie, what are we? I mean… I like you. I maybe even love you. But I don’t think we’re really girlfriends, do you?”

“No, not really,” I said, after giving it a moment’s thought. “You’re really special to me, though. Whatever it is we have, I hope it’s something we can keep for a long time.”

“That’s how I feel, too,” she said. “I don’t think I’m ready for forever, you know? But I really like you, and doing stuff with Naomi or Chelsey just isn’t the same as doing stuff with you. Does that make sense?”

“All the sense in the world,” I told her. “I think we’re in a good place at the moment.”

***

The dream was even more vivid than usual, and I woke up screaming. I mean a full-on, deep-throated scream that could have awakened the dead. Fortunately, the two girls in the living room slept even more soundly than the dead, and weren’t roused by it. But Halee was. She was at my side in a second as I huddled in a ball, shivering, sweat popping out all over my body. I fought tears, knowing that I would lose.

I pushed Halee back, trying to be gentle. “Go b-back to sleep.” It came out as a sob.

“What… no way.” She wrapped her arms around me. “This is the same as that night at my house. Nettie, what is it?”

I pushed myself out of her arms and off the bed, shaking so violently my legs very nearly failed to support me. I stumbled through the door and stumbled down the hall, ducking into Dad’s game room. There was a pool table, foosball, a dartboard, and a few old arcade games against the wall. I huddled up on the love seat, hugging my knees.The tears were falling; no force on earth would make them stop. But now I was far enough from the living room that when I inevitably started sobbing, the younger girls wouldn’t hear.

Halee slipped through the door, crossed the room, sat down beside me on the love seat and pulled me close. “Nettie, tell me, damn it. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t talk about it.” I hated the choked, hitchy voice that emerged from my throat. Hated being this weak. “You should go back to bed, Halee. There’s nothing you can do, and I don’t want anybody to see me like this.” My voice was rising in pitch, making me sound like a whiny adolescent.

“That’s stupid,” she said bluntly. “You’re hurting, and you need help.”

“This is s-so pathetic.” I got out. The sobs were taking me now, wracking my body in spasms.

“No, it’s not. What’s pathetic is running away from people who care about you.” She guided my head to her chest, and I had no more strength to resist. I wept as though I would die, my face mashed against her barely-there breasts.

I don’t know how long we sat there like that, but finally I got myself under control, and let her lead me back to bed like a little child. She wrapped herself around me and fell asleep almost instantly. Me, I lay awake for a long time, letting the demons walk and talk inside my head. Finally, they shut up, and I drifted off.

***

I woke up to Naomi shaking my arm.

I quickly sat up. “God, what time is it?”

“Almost nine-thirty. I just got up. Halee’s not here, and Chelsey wanted me to come get you right away.”

Alarm bells went off in my head. Ignoring the need to pee, I followed Naomi to the kitchen, where Chelsey sat at the table, her injured leg propped up on one of the chairs. The girls had made breakfast with instant oatmeal packets they’d found in the cupboards.

“What’s going on?” I wanted to know.

“Well,” said Chelsey, “me and Halee were up, and I was showing her some pictures I have on my phone. Then she just suddenly got really quiet and kind of weird. She told me she wasn’t feeling good, and was gonna walk home.”

Icy fingers gripped my gut. It was only a week earlier that Halee had pleaded illness to inform Terry and I of the missing teenagers at school. “What was in the pictures?”

“Lots of stuff. But I have one that I took when I first got the phone and was playing around with it. You know, trying to figure out how the camera worked. That was right before I got hurt. We were at my mom’s new friend’s house, you know, the one we were talking about last night?”

She drew in a deep breath. “Anyway, Halee saw this picture and that’s when it got weird. She took off just a couple of minutes after that.”

“Show me.”

Chelsey picked up her phone, swiped at it a few times, then held it up for me to see. It was a picture of three women sitting on a sofa. I recognized the room at once; it was the living room of that old farmhouse on Shadow Lake Road. Someone had cleaned things up and put in a nicer couch, but the view of farmyard detritus through the window hadn’t changed.

Two of the women I knew: Lisa and Judy Milne, Chelsey’s mother and aunt. To one side of the sofa was an elegant-looking blonde woman with curly hair and designer clothing. She was clearly of Scandinavian ancestry. I felt like it was someone I’d seen before, perhaps in a picture or something. The women were engaged in conversation, and didn’t appear to notice they were being photographed.

I took the phone from her, trying to think where I’d seen the blonde lady before. Naomi came up behind me, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I turned my head towards her. She was staring at the phone wide-eyed, all the color drained from her face.

“Naomi, what’s wrong?” I said, alarmed.

“Her,” she said, stabbing a finger at the blonde woman on the screen.

“Yeah, I feel like I know her from somewhere,” I said.

“From pictures at my house,” Naomi said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Nettie, that’s my mom.”

Seconds later, I was dashing into the living room where my clothes had been dumped, scrabbling around in the pocket of yesterday’s jeans for my keys. I thought about getting out of Dad’s sweatpants, but decided to not waste the time.

“I have to go out for a bit,” I told them. “You two are old enough to be okay on your own for awhile.”

“Nettie, what’s going on?” Naomi was almost in tears.

“I don’t know,” I said, “but try not to worry. It’s probably nothing. Dad had every streaming account in existence; why don’t you two watch a movie or something?”

Keys and phone in hand, I got to the entryway, shoved my bare feet into my sneakers, grabbed my jacket and fled. Running to the car, I pulled up Terry’s number with trembling hands.

On to Chapter Seventeen!

by kinkychic and kinky’s_sis

The place was huge, so it was ages before we got our suitcases. But finally, we were queueing at passport control. Things went quicker here, and soon we were waved through to arrivals.

I wasn’t at all sure that I would recognise Tinus and Agetha Claydermans, the couple who were supposed to meet us. I’d only met them once. Turns out I didn’t need to worry – the bush hat was the giveaway on the tall, leathery-skinned guy, and I recognised the short but tough-looking lady straight away. How could I forget her smile? And of course, standing just behind them was Vusumuzi, the old Zulu who’d worked for Dad.

Lucy let go of her case and ran. “Vusumuzi!” she cried as she charged at the bent old African. Taking my sister in his arms, he rocked her gently, greeting her in his own language. Lucy spoke his tongue better than I did, because I’d always been at boarding school whilst she had studied at home.

He bowed his head towards me, “UMaddie, ingane yami” (Maddie, hello my child), he said.

The drive upcountry took almost as long as the flight had, but I was happy to see all the familiar places from my childhood. The people, the animals, and the scenery. It felt like coming home.

Lucy and I were tired and jet-lagged, though, and it wasn’t long before we both fell asleep in the car.

I awoke with a jump. We were fording the river, and then I knew we were only a couple of miles from the farmhouse. It had already gone dark, but I could still make out the places where I used to explore.

I reached out and touched Mr Clandermans’ shoulder. “Could we stop here for a minute, please?”

He understood. Pulling to the side of the road, he switched off the engine. I took hold of Lucy’s hand. “Come.”

Emerging from the car, we walked to the small clearing. It had been lovingly kept, clean and tidy. There were fresh flowers in front of the gravestone. Vusumuzi had silently followed us. Feeling his presence behind me, I turned and looked searchingly at his face. He nodded. “I look after.”

I am not a religious person, so I didn’t pray, but at that moment, I knew how deeply I missed my father. I read the inscription under his name: The Protector of Animals. I’d forgotten those words. Suddenly, I was sobbing, my hands resting on the stone marker.

Lucy held me as I cried. Vusumuzi murmured softly, reciting a prayer to his own gods.

They helped me to my feet as I calmed down. My long pent-up emotions had finally been released. I pulled them both to me, but spoke to Vusumuzi. “Thank you, dear friend.”

***

The farmhouse hadn’t changed. Oh, little touches here and there, but the furniture and fittings were still the same. Lucy and I stood still, looking and remembering. The Clandermanses waited. Tears were once more rolling down my cheeks.

“Home,” I whispered and Lucy gave my hand a squeeze.

Mrs. Clandermans finally broke the silence. “I think maybe you would like to wash, then we eat. Or do you need to sleep?”

“Thank you for allowing us into your home, Mrs. Clandermans,” I said. “It’s very kind of you. We’re tired, yes, but we’re also very hungry.”

“My child, it is your home as well. Make it such. Please, both of you, call me Agetha, and my husband is Tinus, but we call him Tiny.”

I smiled at her as I wiped the tears away. I loved her stilted English and the strong Afrikaans twang to it. “And yes, a wash would be fantastic,” I said.

“You know the way,” she replied.

The meal was wonderful. Hungry? I was ravenous. The wine Tiny served was different from anything I’d ever had. A white wine, crisp and very dry, with a strong earthy, even flinty taste.

Tiny explained that several farmers had formed a cooperative and planted vines up on the hillside. The soil was volcanic, which gave the wine its distinctive flavour. He owned a one-ninth share in the business.

Lucy was drinking fresh orange juice. She didn’t like the wine. It pleased me to see how happy my sister looked, tired as she was.

Once the meal was finished, I got up and began to clear the table. “Maddie, you two are our guests,” Agetha said. “You do not work. Please, you will take your sister to bed? I think she is ready, yes?”

Her tone was quite firm, so I didn’t argue. And I realised I was so tired I might have dropped a few of the dishes on the way to the sink.

“You have two rooms or one,” Agetha said. “What you are used to you can do.” We said our goodnights and went to my old room. We could barely keep our eyes open as we cleaned our teeth.

I would’ve liked to share a bed with my sister, but we decided it was best to sleep apart. It wouldn’t do for us to get carried away with each other and get caught making love by Agetha or Tiny.

***

I could smell the coffee when I dragged myself awake. For a moment I was lost, then leaped out of bed and crossed the room to where Lucy lay. I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Come on, sleepy, time to move,” I said.

She opened her eyes. “Kiss,” she said. “A proper morning kiss for your favourite sister.”

Listening for the sound of approaching feet, I gave Lucy a deep, passionate kiss. It had been days since we’d had sex, and I was already thinking about how to get an hour or so of privacy for the two of us.

Soon we were showered and in clean clothes. The table was already laid for breakfast when we walked in. “Morning, little ones,” Agetha said. “You like tea or coffee?”

“Oh, coffee for me, please,” I answered, “and juice for Lucy, if that’s okay.”

After breakfast, Tiny said he was going up to the vineyards and asked if we’d like to go along. Lucy said she’d love to, but I declined. After the long trip, I wanted to take it easy today, visiting my old haunts.

An hour later, I was kneeling at Dad’s grave again. This time, I didn’t cry. Instead, I sat and remembered. Remembered the man who had been my father. So kind and loving to both people and animals.

A voice interrupted my thoughts. “Sorry to be a bother, but I haven’t seen you round here before. Are you a Clandermans?”

It was a woman, somewhere in her early thirties, I reckoned. She had a pretty face, almost hidden under a huge floppy bush hat. The rest of her was concealed by a loose-fitting shirt and trousers.

“No, but I used to live here before we went back to England.” I pointed at the grave. “That’s my father.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have intruded.” She took a few steps away.

“No, it’s fine. Please don’t go. I cried yesterday. Today I’m reminiscing, is all.” I stood and held out my hand. “I’m Maddie.”

She shook my hand firmly, something I always like in another woman. “I’m Susan, but you can call me Susy… and in case you wondered, I’m not trespassing, I have Mr Clandermans’ permission to come and go as I please.”

“Doing what?”

“I’m seconded to an animal medical research group. We’re investigating some problems in this area. I’m a vet – not normally with wild animals, but the opportunity came up, so I jumped at it. To see Africa and the wildlife in its natural environment, not locked up in a zoo. And the chance to learn.”

“Goodness, that sounds wonderful. It’s kind of what my dad did.”

“Oh, I know. The people I’m working with speak highly of him.”

A tear rose in my eye, and I quickly brushed it away. Susy took my hand. “I’m sorry. That was thoughtless of me.”

“Don’t worry about it. We only got here yesterday and I’m still coming to terms with my memories.” I instinctively liked this woman. “So tell me, do you know the area well yet? Have you been here long?”

“No, only a couple of days, I don’t really start until next week. I was just having a wander about, finding my way around. I seemed to have got a bit lost in the bush, but I knew where I was when I saw the road over there.”

“Me, I was just revisiting my old secret places. Would you like to come along?”

She agreed, and we set off along a faint trail. Most anyone would have found it hard to see, but my forest skills were returning to me like it was yesterday. “There’s this one place you’ve got to see. It’s about two miles from here, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I was carrying a fairly long, stout piece of marula wood that I’d broken off from a fallen tree. She raised a questioning eyebrow. “What’s the stick for?”

“To push through the thorn bushes when we get near to where we’re going,” I explained. “Besides, it’s always sensible to carry in the bush just in case you meet anything unfriendly. Probably useless, but it makes me feel safer.”

The ground started to rise quite steeply until there was nothing but bare black rock underfoot. The last few hundred feet was a hard slog, but I finally reached the top and held out my hand to help Susy up the last bit. She looked around and let out a gasp. “Heavens, what a beautiful place!”

I nodded. “My dad said that thousands of years ago, when the river formed, it hit these rocks dead centre. The river split in two and went around both sides, so this was once an island. Then one side silted over, and the river just went around the other side, so it ended up with these rocks at the centre of a large loop before it flowed straight on. Nobody ever comes here. It’s quite hard to get to, and anyway, who would want to? There was only ever me. Well, now I’ve shown you my secret hiding place.”

“My God, Maddi, thank you so much, it’s… well, it’s magical.”

We sat in the shade of the lone acacia tree, talking about the work my dad had done, his fight against the poachers, and the sick or injured animals that he tried to nurse back to health.

The trek through the bush had been hot work, but now, with a gentle breeze wafting up from the river, we had cooled down. Susy removed her hat and shook out her hair. My first thought was of how beautiful she was, but then I was startled by her age – so much younger than I had expected.

She caught my stare. “What is it?” She asked.

“Oh, sorry. Somehow I thought you were much older. Now, I see, you’re not so far from my age.”

She gave a small laugh. “I’m twenty-three.”

Susy went on to tell me she’d not been qualified for long and only got the most basic jobs – medicating flocks of sheep and such. It had all got a bit boring, but she hoped that would change with this new job.

Occasionally, I would point to a beautiful bird swooping after dragonflies, or the deer and antelope coming down for a drink at the water’s edge.

It was mid-afternoon when I said that we ought to be getting back, I didn’t want the Clandermans worrying about me. We walked in file until the trail widened a little. Then we were side by side.

Suddenly I whispered, “Quiet, stay still.” I gently took her hand.

“What is it? I don’t see anything.”

“Move your head slowly and look up in the branches of that tree right ahead. Can you see? It’s a cheetah.”

“Yes! I see it… my God, it’s beautiful.” She watched for a while. “Er, we are safe, right? It won’t attack us?”

“No, it knows we’re here but it’s not interested in us. As long as we just watch for a little while, he won’t be bothered.”

Just like any cat, it lay stretched out with legs dangling either side of the branch, lazily licking a paw. Then it stood and gave its whole body a huge rolling stretch before it jumped from the tree and disappeared through the undergrowth.

Susy turned to me and pulled me into a hug. “Maddie, thank you. It’s been such a marvellous day.”

I felt her breasts press into me through her shirt. Oh God, my nipples were stiffening. Please don’t let her notice. God, that would be embarrassing. 

I quickly turned from her. “Come on, this way. We’re almost there.”

I knew that I wanted to see her again. “You’re still free tomorrow, right? Why don’t you hang out with me again? I’ll have a picnic made up. Bring a bathing costume, so we can have a swim. Please say you will.”

“I’d love to come with you again. Swim – is it safe to swim in the river? Besides, I don’t have a costume.”

“The river’s perfectly safe – no crocodiles around here. If you haven’t got a costume, well, just swim in your underwear. There’s no one to see us, so we’ll be fine.”

I swear Susy blushed, but she agreed. We fixed a time, and I told her not to bring anything except a towel. After a peck on my cheek, she was gone.

***

Lucy had also enjoyed her day, and had already arranged to go out with Tiny again. Of course, this suited me just fine. He was going to take one of his lower-bore rifles out and give her a few shooting lessons. She’d complained over lunch that I was a capable shot with a rifle or pistol, but she’d never been allowed to handle a gun. Of course, Agetha frowned, but as Tiny pointed out, it was always good to at least know which end of a gun was which when you lived in the wild.

I asked Agetha about putting a picnic together and told her about Susy. She said yes, she’d met Susy and thought she was very nice. She was pleased that I had made a friend so quickly. And of course, she would be happy to prepare a picnic lunch for us.

Tiny asked where we were going. After I explained, he insisted I take a shotgun with me. Not to kill anything, but to scare something off if I needed to. Very occasionally, lions were seen around that area. He also suggested that his old battery-powered radio would come in handy. A burst of static was usually enough to keep anything away.

***

From my seat on the verandah, I saw Susy a few hundred yards away, walking down the road. Again, she wore a bush shirt and trousers, but they were a better fit than those she’d worn the day before. I realised that I was studying her figure. 

Shit! I thought, I fancy her. I resolved to be careful not to flirt with Susy. I liked her and I wanted her as a friend. If she knew I liked girls, it might frighten her away.

She waved when she saw me, then broke into a trot. Right away, I forgot my resolve. “Hey, you’re running,” I said. “What – couldn’t wait to see me again?”

Oh God, I thought. I’m supposed to be behaving.

I saw a hint of pink appear on Susy’s cheek, but she laughed. “No, I just want to see the river again.”

Noticing the shotgun, she frowned. “Is that really necessary?”

I explained what Tiny had said and she understood the sense of it. We said goodbye to Agetha, then set off the same way as the previous day. It was clear just how easily we got along together, almost as if we’d been friends for years.

I cautioned Susy to step quietly as we approached the cheetah’s tree, but that day there was no sign of it.

At the river, we spread our towels out under the same acacia. I thought of Tiny’s suggestion of the radio but decided to ignore it. We wanted to see the animals, not frighten them away.

There were numerous birds to be seen, but no animals. Then I whispered to Susy, “Look, right over where the river comes into view.” There was a small sandy strip where, first one, then a few more appeared. Soon there were more than a dozen animals.

“Impala,” I said quietly.

They drank for ages, always nervously looking about. Then as quickly as they’d appeared, they shot away in graceful leaps and bounds. “Something scared them, but I can’t see anything,” Susy said.

“Hungry yet?” I asked, opening the large bag. “Oh, my, two bottles of wine. Is Agetha trying to get us drunk? Have you tasted the wine they make here yet? It’s a bit of an acquired taste, but I like it.”

Susy pulled a bit of a face when she tasted the wine, “It’s okay, but wouldn’t be my first choice,” she said. “I’m not complaining, mind.”

We lay side by side after we’d eaten, chatting for ages. Nothing significant, but I found it pleasant. It was quite easy to talk to her.

Feeling impulsive, I jumped to my feet. “I’m for a swim,” I said. “You coming?” and began to undress. I’d never been shy, so I didn’t give it a thought as my top, jeans and bra came off. A glance told me that Susy was nervous about being in her underwear in front of me.

I saw her hesitate. “Don’t be shy,” I said, giving her a playful nudge. ”It’s only me here.” Susy shrugged, then began to undress.

God, her figure was gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself, I just stared. Then I realised I should have kept my bra on, because my nipples were already responding to the sight. I snatched up my towel and draped it around my shoulders. Susy didn’t appear to have noticed.

“Let’s go this way,” I told her. “It’s not as steep around the side.” As we got nearer to the water, I added, “You can dive off the rock, it’s just deep enough… or you can wade in over there.”

I dumped my towel and dived straight in. I had forgotten just how cold the water was. Well, at least there was a reason for my nipples standing out now. Susy did the same, but quickly came up, “Fuck!” she said. “Oops! Sorry, but that’s bloody cold. You might have warned me.”

We laughed and splashed about for a while, but it really was too cold for us to stay in for long. “Come on, I’m freezing,” I said and climbed out. I reached a hand and pulled Susy up.

Two things hit me right away. One, her nipples were clearly erect under her bra, and two, her underthings were all but transparent. I quickly averted my eyes before she caught me looking, then tossed the towel to her.

Back at our spot, the rock was nice and warm, so we soon felt better. I poured us each a glass of wine, which we gulped down, then had another. “It does get better, the more you drink,” Susy said.

She lay on her back and I stretched out next to her on my stomach, our arms nearly touching. By then, the promise I’d made to refrain from seducing her was all but forgotten. Feeling especially bold, I reached down and pulled my panties off, then spread them out on the warm stone. “Too wet and uncomfortable,” I said, pretending not to notice Susy’s surprised expression. “I’m laying them out to dry. You should do the same.”

She surprised me by doing exactly that – this time without hesitation. That’s what several glasses of wine will do to you, I reckoned. Our nipples were back to normal now that we’d warmed up a bit, but the heat that hissed and raged beneath my belly couldn’t be ignored..

I saw she had a small tattoo at the top of her arm, just below the shoulder – a tiny cherub blowing a small circle of clouds. I reached my fingers to touch it. “That’s nice, I like that.” I didn’t consciously realise it, but my fingers lingered there, slowly tracing circles around the tat.

And I was staring at her boobs again. Oh, shit! I could see her nipples slowly getting larger again. It’s my fingers on her shoulder, I thought. It must be. I let them softly trace down her arm a little, then back up to the tattoo. She didn’t protest, so I did it again.

But then she said in a very soft voice, “Maddie, you’re touching me.”

“Your skin, it’s so lovely and soft. I just wanted to feel it… do you mind?”

Susy didn’t answer, but she turned her head a little to peer at me, a puzzled expression on her face. I kept my finger moving but this time when I reached her shoulder, I continued to her neck, lightly grazing Susy’s skin, finally tracing her mouth.

My eyes still locked on hers, I leaned forward until my lips brushed her arm. That was when she finally spoke. “Maddie, you – you shouldn’t.”

My fingers drifted from Susy’s lips to the hollow of her neck, where I paused. “Why?” I said. “Tell me to stop, and I will. You only have to say the words.” My fingers moved again, this time to the swell of her breasts. Again I paused, all the while gazing into her wide-open eyes. She didn’t answer.

I let the palm of my hand slide down until I was cupping Susy’s breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. My lips were still touching her arm. Extending my tongue, I licked her skin. She just stared.

Pushing myself up onto an elbow, I drew closer to my new friend’s chest. I was ready to stop if she told me to, but she never did.

My lips closed around a nipple, and I gently sucked it. I saw Susy’s eyes close. Yes! She had surrendered to me. She was mine.

I licked the stiffened nipple with a hard flick of my tongue. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand as the other slowly came to rest over mine, the one cupping her other breast.

I kissed Susy all over, each kiss bolder than the last. Between kisses, I licked her skin. Her belly tensed and she inhaled sharply as my lips explored, moving from side to side, pausing only long enough for my tongue to dip briefly into her navel. A little further down and I found – not hair, just a lovely, smooth, shaven vulva.

For a moment she resisted when I parted her thighs, but then she let them fall open, allowing my tongue to slip down to where her inner thigh met her groin. I could see the glistening of her sex, and knew she was aroused and wet. I kissed all around her pussy, never quite touching it. Her hands were gripping and bunching the towel.

I heard Susy moan, and I knew it was time to make my new lover come. I moved between her legs, my lips just grazing the moist labia. With fingers on either side, I gently separated them and pressed my face to her inviting treasure, tasting her at last.

Oh, my God, her glorious taste… it had me glowing like the sun. I knew now that this had been my aim since I first saw her. I’d hidden it with thoughts of friendship, but had only been lying to myself.

Gripping Susy’s thighs, I pulled her hard to my mouth, moving my head from side to side, revelling in her freely flowing wetness.

I brought one hand back to her pussy, parting Susy’s folds until her clit rose into view, inviting my tongue. I heard an, “Ooooh!” as I licked it, then sucked the inflamed bud into my mouth, forming a tight O around it.

“Maddie! Oh God, Maddie, love me.”

Placing three fingers at her opening, I penetrated deep into Susy’s vagina. As I began to work them back and forth, her hips flexed and lifted to meet my pumping arm. The muscles inside bore down on my fingers with every thrust, and I knew she was close to climaxing.

She clutched at my hair, howling, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over. Then suddenly she cried, “Oh, fuck!” and jerked violently, coming for me. I kept licking her clit, though my hand could hardly move anymore – she was gripping my fingers so tightly inside.

Her body shuddered again. “Fuck, yes. Shit! Shit! Sh… sh… i… t!” Her hold on my hand relaxed and I began to pull out. “No, don’t!” she pleaded. “Stay there for a little longer, please.” I continued to kiss her clit, but very gently. Finally, she said, “Okay… I’ve had enough.”

I withdrew my hand and sat up to look at her. She stared back in disbelief. “My God… you just fucked me, and we haven’t even kissed yet!”

I climbed on top of her and brought my lips to hers. “Taste yourself,” I told her, and we shared the longest, most wonderful kiss of my life.

I finally pulled away, and Susy’s eyes popped open. “Did you plan this all along?” she asked,

“Honestly, I didn’t. I wanted to, but I told myself to behave and not risk our friendship. I guess I fucked up.”

“Maddie, I’ve never been with a woman before. I was getting a feeling about you, and it frightened me. I nearly sent a note to tell you I couldn’t make it today. Then I told myself I was imagining things. But I wasn’t, was I?”

“Susy, I really did try to be good. But you got me so excited… and in the end, I couldn’t resist you any longer. I’m sorry. Please don’t be cross with me.”

She laughed. “Do I look cross, you little fool? You were magic. I never imagined I could feel that good!”

I brushed the trace of a tear from the corner of her eye… though to tell the truth, I was feeling a little tearful myself. “Susy, you’ve made me so happy,” I whispered. Then we were kissing again.

Suddenly she broke away, pushing at my shoulder. “Can I – can I try? I’d like to give you those feelings.” she said, nudging me over until I was on my back.

Susy tentatively placed a hand on my breast, giving it a little squeeze, feeling it as if she’d never touched one before. Her fingers came to a nipple, and she lovingly toyed with it, marvelling at the stiff, proud little soldier. I watched as her mouth came nearer, and my nipple disappeared between her lips. I felt her tongue twirling around and around as she teased it.

She emulated exactly what I’d done, kissing me everywhere as she travelled down my body. My excitement mounted in anticipation of what I knew was to come. Susy moved between my legs, gazing at my lower lips. I raised my knees and spread myself wide, then reached down and opened my cunt, giving her a view deep inside.

Still she stared, not moving, just looking. I pulled my hood back, took hold of my clit between finger and thumb and I slowly massaged it, feeling it grow. I reached around the outside of my thigh, searching for her hand. When I had it, I bunched two of her fingers and brought them to my pussy, drawing them slowly inside.

Susy glanced up at me and smiled. Then her head came down, she pushed my fingers away, and her lips settled on me. She lapped at my juices, then pulled back, mulling over their taste. Then she smiled again and went to work, sucking and fingering me. She no longer needed my guidance.

I’d built up such anticipation, so much need, that I wasn’t going to last very long. No sooner had the thought occurred to me than my orgasm began. I had only one last thought: Oh God, please don’t let me squirt in her face. She’s not ready for that!

My head went back, my body arched and tightened. I clutched her fingers. Then I lost all control. I’m not usually noisy during sex, but this time I heard myself scream as my body was convulsed by sensations of pure ecstasy.

When I eventually opened my eyes, Susy was gazing at me with a look of awe. I gave her a weary smile, then began to tell her how wonderful that was, but she spoke first. “My God, Maddie… do you always come that hard?”

I drew Susy up to me, wrapping both arms around her. “My love, that was all because of you,” I whispered.

“It was?” she said. “Oh, my.”

On to Chapter Three!

A quick recap of the Story Thus Far: Rural paramedic Nettie Hastings finds herself in the middle of a flurry of unexplained overdose calls and, with the help of her best friend and former lover, Terry Wilder, has begun putting clues together linking the source to her own hometown. Some suspect Terry’s involvement, including police chief George Fronse, as Terry’s ex-wife is a convicted drug trafficker. A DEA agent named Bridgette Ramscone is brought in to work the case, and she takes a special interest in Nettie who, in the meantime, has entered into a clandestine affair with Terry’s preteen daughter. As Chapter 14 ends, Nettie and Terry rescue a car crash victim who Terry somehow seems to know.

For a more detailed breakdown of this story’s chapters, please consult the Chapter Links.

by Rachael Yukey

There’s nothing like twilight to throw decay into sharp relief. As Terry and I cruised back into Bronning, the ambulance decelerating smoothly as county highway transitioned into the main drag, I was struck by how old most of downtown was… and how poorly maintained.

The red brick of Tion’s drugstore was cracked and weathered; the rock-wall facade of the pub missing large chunks. As Terry turned the corner onto Marshall Avenue towards the ambulance garage, my eyes roamed the rust and ruin of Thomas’s service station, long since shuttered. They stopped pumping gas and changing oil before I was even born, and no one has bothered to repurpose the building.

By the time we’d dropped Darren Sanders off at the Melville hospital, he was hanging on by a thread. His level of consciousness had deteriorated markedly after that one moment of semi-lucidity, to the point at which he was no longer able to protect his airway. I’d ended up intubating him less than ten minutes out from the hospital.

Brian Severson, who had driven the ambulance during transport, didn’t come back to Bronning with us. His wife was a nurse in Melville, and he decided to hang around town until she got off shift. I had only Terry for company on the thirty-minute drive home, and he’d been stonily uncommunicative, responding to my attempts to draw him out with one or two word sentences. Eventually I gave up and set about finishing my report.

“Oh, look,” Terry said suddenly. “Special Agent Perky Tits wants to talk to us.”

I looked ahead and sure enough… the black DEA Suburban was nosed up to the sidewalk in front of the station, and I could make out Bridgett in the driver’s seat. Terry swung the rig onto the concrete apron, thumbing the garage door opener clipped to the visor as he did so. The driver’s door of the Suburban popped open, and Bridgett gracefully swung her legs onto the pavement.

She was standing in the garage next to the conference room door as I exited the ambulance, the face sheet, ECG printout, and laptop tucked under my arm. “Let’s talk,” she said simply.

As the garage door trundled down, I punched in the key code to access the conference room. Terry brushed past me and flung himself into a chair, his expression hard as flint. Bridgett and I followed at a more sedate pace. I eased into the chair to Terry’s left, placing my hand on his forearm and squeezing. Bridgett sat on the opposite side of the table, facing us.

“I just got off the phone with the hospital,” she said, “so I already know what the medical situation is. Did he say anything before you intubated him?”

“He was lucid for a couple of minutes when we were maybe halfway there,” I replied. “Not really oriented, but alert, if you understand the distinction. Kept asking us to tell Kathy, whatever that means. When I asked him what we should tell her, he couldn’t answer. We did get a name… Darren Sanders.”

“You don’t have to cover for me, Nettie,” Terry broke in, his voice savage. “I remembered his name, and he confirmed it.”

Bridgett looked down at the table, lacing her hands in front of her. It was only a moment before she looked up again. “Then I’m sure you’re already aware of his association with your ex-wife. Mr. Sanders was a point of contact between buyers and sellers in some very high-profile narcotics smuggling operations, and was arrested at the same time as Ms. Wilder. Like her, he was able to have his sentence reduced to mandatory minimum by pointing some fingers. They were very highly placed in a very large organization, but there were even bigger fish to be caught. If not for that, they’d still be rotting in prison.”

“Any idea what he might have been doing out there?” Terry wanted to know. “Or are you not telling?”

“I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you if I did know, but the honest truth is, I don’t,” she said flatly. “The tire tracks indicate he was entering Merlin Creek Drive, not exiting, and they weren’t fresh. My expert estimates he’d probably been lying there for eight to ten hours.”

“It’s lucky he got found when he did,” I said. “Another hour at most, he’d have been dead. Partly exposure, partly acidosis. The ph they got at the hospital was 6.8; that’s the lowest I’ve ever seen in a living person. Who found him, anyway?”

“A twelve-year-old kid walking out to Merlin Creek with a fishing pole and a tacklebox,” she replied.

Terry was nodding slowly. “I never got close enough to the meat locker itself to see much,” he said, “but according to the fuzz, there was an ATV trail going back into the woods behind the building. If the geography in my mental map is right, Merlin Creek Drive would skirt the edge of the valley on that side. Is that perhaps the route they’ve been using to get in and out?”

“There’s a passable trail through private land that connects to Merlin Creek Drive on the back end,” said Bridgett. “The owners of the property live out of state, and use it as fall hunting ground. That’s how the perps were passing back and forth unnoticed. We’ve got it completely cordoned off right now, but we can’t do that with Merlin Creek Drive proper, because there are residences on it.”

Terry inhaled deeply, then blew his breath out through pursed lips. His shoulders were rigid with tension, and he seemed on the verge of flipping the table over. I’d never seen him like this before.

“Something, Mr. Wilder?” Bridgett asked.

“Kathy,” he said. “I remembered his name when he said that. Because Sanders is the only person I ever met who referred to Kathryn as Kathy.”

Terry’s hands were trembling. “If I find out that she has anything whatsoever to do with this,” he said in the darkest tones I’d ever heard from him, “I swear to fucking Dionysus, I will personally strangle her with my bare hands.”

Bridgette’s eyes narrowed, “That would be a very bad idea, Mr. Wilder. If you learn anything at all, the way to approach it is to call me.”

“Sure,” he said bitterly. “call you. I remind you that you represent the system under which Kathryn was able to plead her sentence to practically nothing by fingering a few extra crooks. I further remind you that you represent the organization that I know damn well is still keeping tabs on me, because you believe me to have some level of culpability in my ex-wife’s former business activities. I want you to catch whomever is behind this, but you’ll have to forgive me for not having a whole lot of faith in the agency that has already as much as found me guilty by association.”

Bridgett was gazing back at him, her eyes never wavering. “We do the best we can with what we have,” she told him. “And I remind you that you lived with the de facto leader of an international drug cartel for ten years, and you either never picked up on it, ignored it, or were involved. Which one was it?”

Terry let out a short bark of laughter, then visibly relaxed. “So I’m an idiot, an accessory, or an accomplice. Pick your poison.” He leaned back, lacing both hands behind his head. “I think I’d almost prefer one of the latter, but I’m forced to confess here to the crime of idiocy. As I was telling Nettie earlier, looking back on my years with Kathryn, I understand your suspicions. I really do. Because the warning signs were numerous, and I utterly failed to see them for what they were. I could blame my career, the kids, or a thousand other factors, but honestly I don’t think any of them were the reason. I was just blindly smitten with her. I was like the dumb jackass who knows deep down his wife is fucking his best friend, but can’t admit it – even to himself.” He dropped his hands back into his lap. “I assume Kathryn’s still on probation. Where is she living at the moment?”

Bridgett looked down at her own hands, seeming to consider. Then she met his eyes. “Actually, no,” she said. “Her probation’s been over for almost a year. And… I’m skating on thin ice by telling you this, Mr. Wilder, but we don’t know where she is now. We were keeping an eye on her, but she left California about six months ago, and we don’t know where she ended up. We have a flag out, and we’ll find her the moment she uses her social security number, or her California driver’s license. So far, she hasn’t.”

Terry rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ. And I don’t suppose you have much hope of interviewing Sanders anytime soon.”

Bridgett opened her mouth to speak, but I beat her to it. “No chance,” I said. “They’re going to keep him under for days, at least. This kind of acidosis fucks up everything, and they’re not going to bring him out of it until they feel like they have some control. That’s if he ever wakes up… he might not. He’s a sick man.”

“That’s what the hospital told me,” said Bridgett. “At best, I won’t get any answers from that quarter for awhile, and by the time they let me near him he’ll probably be lucid enough to lawyer up.”

She studied Terry’s face intently. “It’s my gut feeling, sitting here talking to you, that you’re telling the truth,” she said to him. “But you understand that you’re still of interest.”

Terry spread his hands. “From the moment the investigation into Kathryn’s activities began, I’ve been of interest. Don’t think I’m unaware.”

Bridgett nodded to him and stood. “Then we’re done here. If either of you thinks of anything that might help us, please come to me.”

The three of us parted ways outside the station, Terry and I turning towards his Equinox, and Bridgett sliding behind the wheel of the black Suburban. Before she closed the door, Terry turned suddenly towards her.

“Agent Ramscone.” She turned to meet his eyes.

“I know you probably can’t answer this,” he said, “but I have to ask. Aside from the very circumstantial things we’ve already covered, do you have any reason to suspect Kathryn’s involvement?”

I turned towards him, startled at his tone. There was a note of pleading there. It was, by a long shot, the most vulnerable I’d ever seen him.

“No,” said Bridgett, her gaze never wavering. “Just the fact that two of her former henchmen are in the area, and the name Kathy. Nothing else. And you’re right, I shouldn’t be answering that question. Good night, Mr. Wilder. Ms. Hastings.” She closed the car door and started the engine.

I placed a hand on Terry’s arm, and he turned his head towards me. Sorrow was etched into every line of his face, and I died a little at the sight of it.

“Come on,” I said gently. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

***

Halee and Naomi were just clearing the dinner table when we returned. There was still plenty of chili in the crock pot, so Terry and I helped ourselves to steaming bowls. Chelsey was still there, not having heard back yet from her mother or aunt.

“Doesn’t your mom want you home for school tomorrow?” I inquired.

Chelsey rolled her eyes. “Like she cares,” she said bitterly, then brightened. “Anyway, it’s a five-day weekend. No school until Thursday.”

Halee padded back into the living room. “Do you need company tonight, Nettie? I can stay up as late as I want.”

“So can I, actually,” said Naomi. “Maybe we could have a girl’s night right here in the living room!”

I had to suppress a groan.

“In my living room?” Terry said in mock horror. He was back to his usual impenetrable self, and I was glad to see it.

I thought fast. Maybe we could salvage something of the evening after all. “My place would be better,” I said. “We don’t have to be quiet.”

“Nettie,” said Terry in long-suffering tones. “Perhaps this has escaped your attention, but you live in an apartment building.”

“I mean my new place,” I said. “I’ve decided; I’m moving into Dad’s house. We could try it out for size tonight.”

Terry cocked an eyebrow. “I figured that’s what you’d end up doing. Why you’d want to let this pair of heathen barbarians into your house is beyond me, but you can take ‘em along if you want.”

“What about me?” Dawn piped up.

“And me!” chorused Maya.

I opened my mouth and closed it without speaking, trying to decide how I was supposed to handle this one, when Terry came to my rescue.

“Maya,” he said, “your friend Gina is being dropped off first thing in the morning, so you need to be here. Dawn, I forbade you to go to anyone’s house until you cleaned your room, a task I know without looking that you have utterly failed to accomplish. Besides, neither one of you is cleared yet to stay up as late as they’re likely to. It’s a big girl party. Your day will come.”

Maya just shrugged and resumed building with her mega-bloks. Dawn took the admonition with somewhat less grace, flinging herself down upon the couch. Chelsey sighed.

“I guess I should probably give my mom a call,” she said, sounding a little woebegone. She pulled out her phone, selected a number from her contacts, and brought it to her ear.

“Hi, Mom,” she said. There was a moment’s pause. “Yeah,” she said, “it’s about time for me to go home.” Another hesitation. “I could ask them, I guess.” She took the phone away from her face. “Mom was wondering if one of you would drop me off at home. They’re not going to be back till late. I’ll manage all right on my own until they show up.”

“You’re welcome to stay here,” said Terry. He turned towards his elder daughters, who were standing together by the couch. “Under the circumstances, ladies, perhaps I could prevail upon you to keep the party at our house for your friend’s sake.”

“Or,” I put in quickly, “if her mother doesn’t mind, she’s welcome to join us at my place.”

Chelsey’s face split wide into a grin.

“Mom,” she said excitedly, bringing the phone back to her face, “Halee and Naomi are having a girl’s night at Nettie Hastings’ house, and I just got invited. Can I go, Mom? Please?”

***

It was Halee who suggested the game of Truth or Dare. It surprised me; I don’t remember playing it until I was well into my teens, and always thought of it as an adult game of sorts. Later, I wondered if Halee and Chelsey had put their heads together and planned the whole thing at some point between her mom saying yes and the four of us sprawling out on my dad’s luxurious living room furniture.

Before we’d left Terry’s house, I’d gotten him aside and asked if he needed me to stay. His earlier consternation hadn’t been lost on me, and I wanted to be there for him if I could. He’d just flashed me that disarming grin, informed me that he had a little company lined up for after Dawn was in bed, and thanked me for asking.

“Truth,” said Naomi.

“Have you ever been kissed?” Chelsey asked without hesitation. “I mean a real kiss; not like from your parents.”

“No!” Naomi replied with giggling vehemence.

“How sad for you,” Halee said.

“Well, have you?” Naomi demanded to know.

Halee smiled sweetly. “I’m not the one under scrutiny here, now am I?” I couldn’t help but reflect on how much her speech patterns were starting to resemble those of her father.

Naomi rolled her eyes at her sister and turned towards me. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I said.

Naomi hesitated. “What I want to ask is, um, kinda personal,” she said.

“It’s supposed to be personal,” I replied. “Go ahead and ask.”

“Well, remember what you told us about yourself at dinner last week?” She cast a nervous glance towards Chelsey, as if just then remembering that she hadn’t been there.

“You mean that I’m bisexual?”

Naomi looked relieved. “Yeah, that. I was just wondering: have you ever had an actual girlfriend?”

“Several,” I replied. I turned towards Halee. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

I got bold. “Do you like to French kiss?”

“Love it.”

Naomi’s eyes popped. “And just who have you been kissing?!”

Again, that sardonically sweet smile. “That wasn’t the question, now was it?”

Halee directed her attention towards Chelsey, with whom she was sharing the love seat. Chelsey’s bum leg was stretched out before her on a plush footrest.

“What’ll it be?” she said.

In retrospect, I think it must have been premeditated on their part. The seating, the order of play… it was just too perfect.

“Dare,” said Chelsey.

“Kiss me,” said Halee.

My heart caught in my throat. Chelsey leaned towards Halee. Halee placed a hand on the girl’s cheek, and their mouths met, open. They kissed tenderly but firmly, a kiss that was clearly not their first. I was thoroughly surprised… and equally aroused.

The kiss lasted a good fifteen seconds or so, and then they parted. Naomi was leaning forward, elbows on her knees, her jaw slack. I realized my own mouth was hanging open, and closed it with a snap.

The two girls on the love seat were looking at us now. Halee’s expression was one of triumph. Chelsey looked nervous. Naomi found her voice first.

“What the heck?!”

“That’s hell, sis,” Halee said, her familiar sarcasm firmly in place. “Heck is nowhere near scary enough.”

Over my initial shock, I was smiling now. “Okay, spill,” I said. “What’s going on with you two?”

Seeing it was okay, Chelsey smiled back. “Halee taught me to kiss last night.”

Naomi goggled at them. “When?”

“When you were snoring like an overworked chainsaw,” Halee put in. Naomi stuck her tongue out at her sister.

“She did say that kissing girls sounded like fun,” Halee went on with a shrug. “I just thought she should have a chance to find out. Now, are we playing a game, or what?”

Chelsey turned towards Naomi, who was seated in the very recliner in which I’d eaten out Bridgett Ramscone the day before.

“Truth or dare.”

Naomi gave her head a little shake. “Truth.”

“Did watching us kiss make you feel tingly inside?”

“Ummm… a little.” Naomi was studying her hands; avoiding everyone’s gaze.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I told her in a gentle voice.

Naomi looked at me, her lip twisted. “But she’s my sister. Besides, I don’t like girls that way!”

“Maybe you do and you didn’t know it,” I said. “I was just a little older than you when I realized I did. I wouldn’t worry about it. Let’s play.”

Naomi nodded, her cheeks still flushed. “Truth or dare,” she said to me.

“Truth.”

“Did it make you feel tingly?”

My mind churned. The smart play here was of course to ignore the rules of the game and lie. Halee would know, but she’d also understand. But then I decided To hell with that.

“You girls do remember the rules,” I said. “Anything said in Truth or Dare stays in this room.”

“Yeah,” said Naomi.

“Of course,” said Chelsey.

“I’m more than tingly,” I said. “I’m very sexually aroused right now.”

“I know what that means,” said Chelsey. “It’s how I feel after Halee and I kiss, and other times too. You get this tingly feeling, and you get all achy and warm in your…” she gestured downward towards the fork of her thighs.

“Your pussy,” Halee suggested.

“Halee!” Naomi blurted.

“That’s what I usually call it,” I said. “Or sometimes my twat, or my cunt. If I’m at work I use medical terms like vulva… but that’s not very sexy, y’know?”

“Vulva sounds like a Korean car,” said Chelsey.

Halee laughed. “I get great mileage from my vulva!” she proclaimed.

Chelsey and Naomi broke out in a fit of giggles, and I found myself smiling. Despite the sensitive topic, the atmosphere in the room was comfortable.

“Truth or dare, Halee.” I said.

“Truth,” she said.

“What do you think about Naomi feeling tingly when she watched you and Chelsey kiss?”

“I think it’s hot,” she said, looking directly across the room and into her sister’s eyes. “I think you’re really sexy, sis. I think all the rules about who is supposed to feel what about whom are dumb. I think all the rules about who can do what with whom are dumb. If it wasn’t for those stupid rules, I’d kiss you right now.”

I stared across the room at my little lover, practically glowing with pride – and lust. Then I glanced at Naomi, who was staring at her sister, mouth agape.

Halee turned towards Chelsey with eyebrows raised. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” said Chelsey.

“Do you want to kiss Naomi?”

“Oh, yes,” said Chelsey, a dreamy expression on her face. “Truth or dare?” she said to Naomi.

“D-dare,” said Naomi, her voice tremulous yet hopeful. She was gazing directly at Chelsey.

“Come over here and kiss me on the mouth,” said Chelsey.

Naomi stood, very slowly. She crossed the room on trembling legs, and leaned down to Chelsey, just out of reach. Halee reached up and tenderly brushed the bangs from her sister’s face. That simple gesture is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed, and also one of the hottest. I squeezed my thighs together, and the wave of pleasure was so intense I thought for a moment I might come on the spot. The three girls seemed frozen in time.

“If you want to pass,” Chelsey said in a voice that was almost a whisper, “I won’t be mad.”

Naomi leaned in a little further, pressing her lips to Chelsey’s. Chelsey wrapped a hand around the back of her friend’s head, but made no other move. Naomi let the kiss linger for a couple of seconds, then pulled away and straightened, looking a little dazed.

She turned towards me. “You – you’re okay with this?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” I said. Naomi nodded once and returned to her chair, then looked back at Chelsey. “That was nice,” she said. Chelsey beamed.

Naomi turned to me. “Truth or dare.” Naomi said to me.

“Truth.” By then, I was sorely tempted to ask for a dare. But as the sole adult in the room, it seemed best to restrain myself, let the girls take the lead.

“Have you ever done sex stuff with other women?”

I smiled. “Yes. Many times. Truth or dare, Halee.”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever gone further than kissing?” It really wasn’t a fair question because I knew the answer, but I trusted Halee to know what I was up to.

Halee squared her shoulders. “I’ve had lesbian sex,” she said proudly. Naomi gaped.

“Whoa,” said Chelsey. “I know you’ve done some stuff, but I didn’t know you’d gone all the way!” Halee just smiled, then leaned in and kissed Chelsey again. This time this kiss was deep and passionate. The girls seemed a bit breathless when they parted, and I was feeling a little breathless myself.

“You don’t seem surprised, Nettie,” Naomi said suddenly, eyeing me intently.

“Oh, I’m not.”

Naomi’s eyes widened; the look of someone slowly putting all the pieces together. But she said nothing.

“Truth or dare,” Halee said to Chelsey.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

Chelsey blushed furiously. “Um, well…”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I put in quickly. “Everyone does it.”

“I do it,” Halee added.

Chelsey visibly relaxed. “Yes, I have,” she said. “Truth or dare, Naomi.”

“Truth.”

“What about you? Have you masturbated?”

Naomi shook her head. “Uh-uh,” she said. “I wouldn’t even know how.” She looked in my direction. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“You said you were… um… sexually aroused. Does that mean girls our age make you feel that way?”

I leaned back in my chair. I’d suspected the question would come, but hadn’t given much thought to how I should navigate those dangerous waters.

“Yes,” I said at last. “It’s something I used to be ashamed of… in fact, I used to hate myself for it. I don’t any more though. You don’t choose who you’re attracted to. You don’t choose who you love. Halee’s right; the rules are dumb.”

Chelsey was eyeing me speculatively. “So you think it would be okay if someone your age, y’know, did sex stuff with someone our age?”

“I don’t think it would be morally wrong,” I said carefully. “You’re old enough to know what you want. The problem is, it’s illegal. The adult in that situation could go to jail if anyone found out.”

“That stinks,” said Chelsey, with an air of decision.

“Totally stinks,” Naomi agreed. I simply smiled.

“Truth or dare,” I said to Halee.

“Truth.”

“Do you have a regular sex partner?”

“Funny you should ask,” she said, “because it kind of goes with what we’re talking about. I do, but it’s someone I have to sneak around with because of the stupid fucking rules.”

The two younger girls stared at her. I’m not sure what surprised them more; the admission, or her use of the f-word.

“Truth or dare,” she said to Chelsey, a new intensity in her voice.

“Truth.”

“When we were kissing last night, did you want to do more than just kiss?”

Chelsey seemed emboldened by Halee’s honesty. “Yep,” she said. “Truth or dare, Naomi.”

“Truth.”

“Do you think your sister is sexy? She thinks you are.”

Naomi looked Halee up and down. “She is,” she said softly. Then she looked up at me, a sudden challenge in her eyes. “Truth or dare.”

I couldn’t tear myself away from that penetrating gaze. “Truth.”

“Is something going on with you and my sister?”

The room went deathly silent as every eye turned towards me. I cast frantically around for the best course of action, finally electing to tread cautiously.

“There’s a pretty deep attraction between us, for sure,” I said.

“Wait a minute, then,” said Naomi. “If you’re all into her, how come you’re okay with her kissing Chelsey?”

I chuckled. The question drew the tension down a notch, at least for me. “I know what you mean,” I said. “I remember how at your age everything I knew about romance came from the movies, and it was all ‘I only have eyes for you’ and everybody had to be exclusive forever. But real life isn’t always like that. Some of the women I hook up with have husbands, Naomi. Sometimes…”

“Some of the women Dad hooks up with have husbands,” Halee broke in with a snort of laughter.

“That’s true,” I said. “The point is, it’s possible to be interested in somebody, or even in love with somebody, and still be sexually attracted to other people. And let’s be honest. Do you think it’s possible for me and Halee to be in an exclusive sexual relationship right now?”

“Is it possible for you to be in one at all?” Chelsey wanted to know.

“Oh, it’s possible,” I replied. “Just illegal.”

“You’ve done stuff, though,” said Naomi. It wasn’t a question.

I looked at Halee. She gave me the barest hint of a nod.

“Yes, we have,” I said, “but if it ever comes to light, we’ll both deny it.”

“Well, I’m not gonna tell anyone,” Naomi declared.

“Me, either,” said Chelsey. “I think it’s great.”

“So what happens now?” said Halee.

“I think we should teach Naomi to French kiss,” said Chelsey. “If you want to, I mean,” she said, turning her head towards Naomi’s recliner.

“That was so hot, watching her kiss you,” said Halee. She turned to her sister. “If you thought that kiss was nice, you should try it again, only with your mouth open. It’ll blow your mind.”

“You could teach her, Halee,” said Chelsey. “Like you taught me.”

Halee regarded her sister from across the room. “I’m game if you are, Naomi,” she said.

Naomi seemed to be frozen to the spot at first, then she slowly nodded, whispering, “Okay.”

Crossing the room, Halee squeezed herself into the recliner next to Naomi. The adult-sized chair took both girls comfortably. Halee took her sister gently by the chin, turning her head until they were gazing into each other’s eyes. Then she moved in, pressing her mouth to Naomi’s. They held the kiss for a moment, then Halee’s lips parted ever so slightly. Naomi, after a moment’s hesitation, parted hers.

Halee pressed her advantage at once, taking the ten-year-old’s bottom lip between hers, gently sucking it, then tracing it with the tip of her tongue. She teased Naomi’s lips, giving her sister time, letting her experience kissing in small steps.

Slowly, tentatively, Naomi began to imitate her sister’s movements. I was puffed up with pride watching Halee, who was fairly new to kissing herself, proving to be such a patient teacher.

Halee parted her lips even more, and Naomi followed suit. And although we couldn’t see it clearly, there was obviously some slow, careful tongue action beginning to happen. Then it became a lot less slow and careful, and the girls were kissing like lovers.

It struck me that despite the ill-founded judgment of society, nothing on earth seemed so right. Who better to teach you something as intimate as kissing than your big sister?

My pussy was positively throbbing at this point. Trying to be as surreptitious as possible, I crossed my legs, tightly squeezing my thighs together. The surge of pleasure was powerful and intense, the next contraction of my thighs almost involuntary. I sucked in a shuddering breath. Another squeeze, and I had to stifle a moan.

Then all at once I was coming, doubled over in my chair, a death grip on the armrests, my breath a sharp series of explosive gasps. As it subsided, I looked up. Three sets of eyes were staring at me, Chelsey and Naomi’s mouths hanging open. Halee, on the other hand, wore a grin that put me in mind of a hungry shark. She still had an arm draped around her sister’s shoulders.

“Did what I think just happened, happen?” she said. Still fighting for breath, I nodded.

“What did happen?” Naomi wanted to know.

“Nettie just had an orgasm.”

“Nettie sure did,” I said, my voice still unsteady.

“Whoa,” said Chelsey, “you mean without even touching your… uh…”

“I was squeezing my thighs together,” I explained. “If I’m really turned on, sometimes it’s enough. I wasn’t expecting it to hit like that, though.”

“Wow.”

“That looked like it felt really good,” said Naomi thoughtfully.

“Oh, it does. Orgasms are the best!” Chelsey assured her.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek for a moment, wondering how far I dared to push this. But Halee was one step ahead of me.

“We could help you have one,” she said, caressing her sister’s cheek. “Do you want that?”

“Yeah. I want something. I’ve been getting funny feelings like this a lot lately, and I don’t know what to do about them. Um, how do we start?”

Halee thought about it for a moment. She turned towards the love seat. “Chelsey,” she said, “You’ve made yourself come, but nobody else ever has, right?”

“Right,” said Chelsey.

“I want to be the first to do that for you. Would you like that?”

“Yeah,” Chelsey replied, her voice a little breathy now. Her color was high.

“So here’s what we do, if everyone is cool with it,” said Halee. “I’m going to make love to Chelsey. Naomi can watch, and see what we do. Then we’ll help her get off.”

“If she hasn’t already,” Chelsey said, giggling.

“Where’s a good place for us to do this, Nettie?” Halee inquired.

Holy crap, I told myself, this is really happening.

On to Chapter Sixteen!

by kinkychic and kinky’s_sis

I’d been saving for a new motorbike for over a year. The odd part-time job I’d taken when my studies allowed had boosted my bank balance considerably. I’d also done well buying and selling on eBay. I even had a cabinet in an antique centre where I charged ridiculous prices for all kinds of junk.

Today, though, we were having a lazy Sunday afternoon. My younger sister Lucy had got the photo albums out and was looking back at pictures from when we lived in Africa. She kept talking about our dad, who had died out there some four years ago.

It got me thinking how I’d love to go back, not just to visit his grave but to see how much our old place had changed. Mum still occasionally kept in touch with the people who’d bought our old farm. I knew I would be welcome to stay there if I wanted.

Did I really want a new bike? I still loved the one I had. So why buy another? The plan began to take shape. I even got to wondering whether or not Mum would let me take Lucy along.

A few days later I’d convinced myself that it was what I wanted to do. I waited until Saturday evening, when  Mum usually had wine with dinner. Just to make sure, I opened a bottle myself.

We were well into the second bottle, and Mum was in a particularly good mood. She even let Lucy have a glass, and that didn’t happen often.

“Mum, I’ve been thinking. What would you say to my taking a holiday to South Africa? I want to visit the old place and dad. I’ve got plenty of time holiday-wise, and I’ve saved more than enough to cover the cost.”

I expected an argument from her, but to my surprise, she said she thought it was a really good idea. But then she seemed to have second thoughts. “Are you sure, though? I mean, it’s an awfully long way… and except for your trip to France, you’ve never travelled on your own before.”

“Mum, I am twenty now… I think I’m able to look after myself. Besides, except for the actual flying time, what’s the difference between flying to South Africa and France? I’ll be fine.”

Mum gave a thoughtful nod. “Of course you are, sweetie. I forget you’re all grown up now.”

I decided to push my luck a bit. “It might be a good thing if Lucy came along. It would give her the chance to really see Africa… you know,  since she was so young when we left.”

“Oh, my God!” Lucy exclaimed. “Yes, please!”

All I got from Mum in reply was a question. “When were you thinking of going?”

“Well, now that I’ve decided, any time during the school holidays.”

“That would rather solve a problem I’ve been worrying over,” Mum said. “You know your Aunt Rose isn’t well. It turns out it’s worse than we thought and I want to go stay with her. My concern was leaving you two alone for that long. It’s not what you would get up to, I just thought you might have trouble looking after yourselves.”

“In that case, Mum, it’s a no-brainer. As long as you’re sure, though?” Quite a cunning question, I thought.

“Of course I’m sure. I think it would be lovely for you both.”

It took a lot of organising, but I had plenty of free time. So, there we were less than two weeks later, all packed and ready to go. Lucy, just like any youngster, was almost wetting herself with excitement.

The day before our flight, I’d checked her suitcase. It was mostly fine, except for one thing. Well, two really. Her vibrator and her anal wand. “Lucy, you can’t take those. They’ll see them when they scan your suitcase. I’m not sure it’s legal for a twelve-year-old to have sex gear in her luggage.”

Being the wise one, she immediately said, “Yeah, but you can, so we’ll put them in your case. You really don’t expect me to go two and a half weeks without my toys, do you?”

“I suppose I could do that. Mind you, they’ll think I’m a sex maniac with four of them in my case.”

“And they’d be right, so what’s the big deal?”

***

The flight was uneventful at first, almost boring. There was only one stewardess who showed any reaction to my inexperienced attempts at letting her know I was interested. But I didn’t expect anything to come of it.

It was the middle of the night when I thought she’d tapped my shoulder whilst she was passing by. I waited until she disappeared behind a screen, then nervously followed her to the back. It was the first time I’d ever approached a grown woman and it looked as if I was in luck, but I was an absolute bundle of nerves.

“I wasn’t wrong then?” she asked when I pushed through the screen.

“No, you weren’t,” I managed before she pulled me into her arms. I immediately knew this was nothing new to her. The kiss was amazing, so much better than anything I had experienced before.

With no further ado, her hands were raising my top, her fingers on my bare flesh and working their way straight to my breasts. “Help me with this skirt – I need to feel you in my pussy,” she said.

I struggled to do as she wanted, but her skirt was too tight. “Undo the zip, then,” she said. I fumbled at the one button before lowering the zipper. Now I could push the skirt down just enough to slip my hand down the front. I was shocked when my fingers immediately found – nothing.

“All ready for you, my sweet. I took them off already. I was hoping you’d follow me back here,” she said.

Her pussy lips were the largest I’d ever felt. But, of course, I was only used to young girls. Then I was sliding into her, her cunt clutching at my fingers. God, she was wet! She must have been thinking about this for ages.

My own skirt had an elasticated waist. She pushed it down easily with one hand. Her other hand wasn’t about to let go of my boobs, I guess. She struggled with my panties, though, clumsily tugging at one side, so I took hold of the other and between us, they slipped right off.

None too gently, she popped her fingers into me. A quick feel around inside, then up to my clit. Her hand rubbed me up and down, stroking on either side of my button. She gasped, “What’s your name, gorgeous? Mine’s Chloe.”

“I’m Maddie. Nice to meet you, Chloe.” I pressed my lips against hers, and we shared a heated kiss.

The hand on my breast went away, then it rested on my shoulder, guiding me down to my knees. “Lick me, Maddie,” I heard her say.

With some effort, I managed to get Chloe’s skirt past her hips. For a moment, I stared at the delight in front of me. At last, a real woman’s pussy! My mouth moved in on her as I grabbed her arse with both hands and pulled her closer. My tongue separated the lips, delving into her and savouring the taste. Then I moved up to her clit. Damn! Just like her lips, it was big. My mouth wrapped around it, such a thrill to hold between my lips. My tongue flicked it as fast as I could as I sucked her in.

I paused in my fucking to crook two fingers upwards, rubbing the upper interior of her vagina. Suddenly, she began to shake. “Oh fuck, yes, there!”

She actually did have a slightly raised area, what they call a G-spot. I was fascinated, never having touched one before. It was something I’d read about it in one of Mum’s ladies’ magazines. Within seconds, Chloe’s hips were jerking at my fingers and mouth, and I knew she was coming.

I managed a glance up and saw she had one hand clamped over her mouth, the other tightly gripping a cupboard handle.

Her shaking finally subsided. Chloe let her hands drop, then lifted me to my feet and into her arms. Again we kissed. She broke away, moving back a little to look at me. “Wow,” she sighed. Then she bent down to my chest, kissing and sucking each nipple in turn.

Then she was on her knees before me, opening my pussy with her fingers. I saw her peering between my lips, a big smile on her face. I watched her tongue emerge, and even though I was standing there waiting for it to happen, I still jumped when she licked my clit.

Slowly, she eased two fingers into me. By then, there was no need for her to be careful – I was dripping wet, ready for anything. She withdrew her hand and smeared the juices around my pussy. Again she went into me, collecting more wetness, then reached between my legs to find my arse. I knew what she wanted, and spread my feet wider, granting her access.

She sucked my clit, sending familiar and wonderful sensations coursing through me. For a second, my bum cheeks were tightly clenched as her finger rubbed my arsehole. Then I relaxed, and she knew I was ready. Chloe pressed harder, and suddenly she was inside.

It was one of those times I wished I didn’t come so quickly, because I was enjoying this a lot. But my body had other ideas, and I couldn’t hold back. The dam burst as my orgasm swept over me, wonderful in its intensity. Chloe continued to suck my clit and finger my arse.

She got back to her feet. “My goodness, I think you needed that. It must have been ages since the last one!”

“Yeah, like maybe five hours.” We both laughed. “Chloe, thank you, that was… incredible. Oh, does this mean I’m in the Mile High Club now?”

Once more we kissed and savoured each other’s taste before I broke away. “I ought to be getting back to my sister. She’s probably wondering where I’ve got to.”

Chloe smiled. “I shouldn’t worry. I think you’ll find Jenny has been keeping an eye on her.”

I stared at her. “You mean, she knows we’re here?”

“Of course, Jenny and I always work together. We tossed a coin, I won and I chose you. I hope you’re not too shocked…?”

I shook my head. “But… what about Lucy?”

Chloe put a finger to my lips. “Shush. Honestly, do you think we can’t recognise a pair of lovers when we see them? You and your sister, you are lovers, aren’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah, we are. Believe it or not, she got me into bed with her when she was ten years old. Our Lucy is a real firework.”

“Oh, my… isn’t that something? Well, your little sister’s been in good hands, so to speak, the whole time you’ve been with me. Jenny’s an amazing lover.”

I had to laugh. “Well, once Lucy gets into her knickers, Jenny won’t know what hit her.”

***

When Chloe returned me to my seat, Jenny was standing nearby, holding Lucy’s hand, “There you two are. I was just thinking about coming to fetch you. You’ve been rather a long while.” She turned her attention to me. “Have a nice time? We certainly did… didn’t we, Luce?”

Lucy had a huge grin on her face. “Oh my goodness… yes, we did, Jenny.”

With that, the stewardesses said their goodbyes and went off to do whatever it is they do while the plane is in flight.

I turned to Lucy, bursting with curiosity. “So, little sis, spill the beans,” I said. “What happened?”

This is what she told me.

***

When you went off with the other stewardess, Jenny came to my seat and asked if I was okay. I told her yes and asked her if she was busy, and if not would she like to sit with me for a while. She looked around the cabin and sat down. We chatted for a bit. She told me her name and Chloe’s.

I could tell she wasn’t sure whether she should make a move, so I said, “Jenny, you wanna kiss me? I’d like that a lot.” I took hold of her hand and pressed my lips to it. I knew she was hesitating because of my age.

She frowned at me but then said, “Oh, what the fuck,” and just like that, we were kissing. Ooh, for ages and ages. She didn’t try to touch me, though, so I knew nothing else was gonna happen unless I made it.

I took her hand and moved it to my leg, pushing it under my skirt. I saw her hesitating again, then she said, “Wait.” She got up and opened the overhead locker and pulled out a blanket and spread it over our legs, “Are you sure about this?” she whispered.

I leaned close. “Jenny, if you were my sister, sitting right where you are, you’d have your fingers in my pussy right now.”

Her eyes opened wide. “Oh my God, you really do want this, don’t you?”

I reached under the blanket, did a little wriggling about, then my hand emerged with my panties. I held them out to her. “Look, all nice and wet.”

Jenny pushed my hand down, gave a quick glance around, then she reached under the blanket herself. I could tell she was trying to raise her skirt. I put a hand between her legs, found her panties and dipped my fingers into them. I felt the heat of her and how wet she was. I knew she was nervous, but she was also desperate for me.

That’s almost it, I guess. We slid our arses down in our seats and finger fucked each other. I did think about getting down on my knees to lick her, but there wasn’t enough room.

When we both came, we kissed some more. I asked her if she’d ever touched a little girl before, and she shook her head.

I took her hand and pushed it up under my top, and I said, “Feel my titties for me. They’re just starting to show properly, and I like them being touched.”

She felt my buds and squeezed them a bit before finding a nipple. “Oh, nice and hard.” She pulled and twisted. I know I gasped, but not too loud. Then I said to her, “Be nice if you sucked it. No one can see anyhow.”

Her lips were magic. I even thought I might come again with her just doing that, but then we heard a buzzer, and Jenny pulled her skirt down and stood up. A moment later, you came back with Chloe.

***

Done with her story, Lucy picked up my hand and brought it to her nose. “Mmm – seems like you had fun, too.” She licked my fingers.

Just before preparations for landing in Johannesburg, Chloe slipped two envelopes into my hand. One had my name on the front, the other was for Lucy.

I quickly opened mine. It read:

My gorgeous Maddie, 

   Thanks for a wonderful time, I loved it.

   I do so hope we might be on the same flight when you return.

   I’d really like to hear from you some time if that’s something you want.

All my love, Chloe xxxx.

She’d added a phone number and a Jo’burg hotel name.

I glanced at Lucy. She was smiling broadly as she handed me her letter.

Lucy, 

   You wonderful little angel. I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I didn’t admit I was shocked. Both with myself and with your sexy forwardness. Oh my, so amazing.

   Then, I ask myself. What was I doing? What had I been thinking? For hours it worried me.

   It was Chloe who told me I was being stupid. I said to her, But a twelve-year-old! She laughed at me. Twelve, yeah right, like going on at least eighteen.

   Then I thought about you leading me, how every move was instigated by you. You knew what you wanted.

Now, I’m so glad you did. 

   I’ve added my phone number if you want to chat with me, but please be careful if you do. If you don’t want to chat, okay, I understand.

   Thank you for our little time together.

Love

Jenny

xxx

 ps. Chloe said if we’re on the same return flight, it’s our turn to go to the back. Would you like that? We can do a lot more there than just touch each other.

 pps. Oh, God! I can’t help it, please, please, call me. Even if it’s not until you’re back in England.

I grinned at Lucy. “Looks like we both made new friends. Now fasten your belt.”

On to Chapter Two!

by Karin Halle

For the first time since they’d become intimate, Dana had serious misgivings about her sexual relationship with Jolie.

It was one thing to explore sex with her daughter; after Jolie’s injury, she’d come to accept that as a positive thing for them both.

Jolie initiating a sexual relationship with a girl her own age was also a positive development, as long as the girl in question was willing – and Monica was definitely that.

But Jolie had just complicated things further, asking her mum if all three of them could have sex together – or “play loving games,” as Jolie liked to call it. Needless to say, Dana saw potential problems in her daughter’s scheme.

First, there was the risk element. If they did engage in a threesome, could Monica keep it secret? Dana couldn’t say for certain.

Second, was Monica even interested in sex with her lover’s mother? If the girl had already reached the limit of her willingness to experiment, she might react badly to Jolie’s scheme, even flee in disgust.

Third, Dana had concluded she was gay, but she’d never seen herself as a paedophile. To her, lesbian sex was a sweet, loving activity to share with her daughter – granted, not an explanation that many would find acceptable, but Dana didn’t care what others thought when it came to her life with Jolie.

This kind of reasoning wouldn’t apply if Monica joined them in bed. That would be intimate activity with an underage girl, no more, no less. Am I ready to take that step? Dana wondered. For that matter, do I feel any kind of attraction to my child’s lover?

She took a moment to study Monica. While Jolie looked to be several years older than her true age, with the height and curves of a girl of at least seventeen, Monica looked like a typical fourteen year old. She was shorter than Jolie, her breasts were still developing, and she was quite slender, with long, dark hair that spilled over her bare shoulders.

The sight of the pretty naked teen caused Dana’s cunt to throb. Making her decision, she thought, Yes, I do find Monica desirable. Yes, I want to make love to her.

But knowing her own feelings didn’t resolve the most important question: what did Monica want?

Although the girl seemed unsettled by Jolie’s proposal, she remained standing in the doorway, nude and unashamed.

Nothing to do but ask, Dana told herself, gazing at Monica over Jolie’s bare shoulder. “What is it that you want, Monica?” she murmured. Whatever the answer, she knew complications would ensue. But I’m ready to face them. 

“Anything that Jolie wants, I want too,” Monica said, then quickly added, “Not just to go along because Jolie wants it, though! Sure, I really want to do everything with her, and if that means you and I should be together to make her happy… Ohhh, I’m not saying this the right way!” She paused for a moment with her eyes closed, then added, “What I mean is… I think Jolie doesn’t even know how to be bad – she’s the best person I know, and she’d never ask us to do something that was wrong. So if Jolie wants us to be … y’know, lovers, then we ought to listen to her.” She blushed slightly, glancing down at the floor. “And, um, anyhow, I think you’re really beautiful.”

“So are you, sweetheart,” Dana said.

“You’re both beautiful!” Jolie exclaimed, springing up from her mother’s lap. Padding over to Monica, she took the girl’s hand. “You wanna play loving games with Mummy, don’t you?”

Looking into Dana’s eyes, Monica slowly moved toward her lover’s mother.

“I love Jolie,” she said. “So I love you, too, ‘cause you made her. She came from y-your body.” Taking a deep breath, Monica soldiered on, trying to get the words out before her courage failed. “I’d like to – to do sexy things with you, Ms. Blackstone. Um, if you want to, that is…” Not knowing what else to say, she placed a quivering hand on Dana’s breast.

Standing in the doorway, Jolie eagerly drank in the scene, thrilled beyond measure to see Mummy and Monica grow closer.

Covering Monica’s hand with hers, Dana firmly pressed it to her chest. “I want to, sweetheart, very much. But you’ve got to stop calling me ‘Ms. Blackstone,’ for Christ’s sake. It’s Dana, remember?”

“Dana,” whispered Monica. Going up on tiptoe, she kissed Jolie’s mother, breaking away after a few seconds.

“Very nice,” Dana crooned, her voice gone husky. “Kiss me again.”

What Monica saw in the woman’s eyes left her breathless. Dana’s gaze seemed to strip the teen even more naked than she already was, leaving her very soul bare. Without a second thought, she twined both arms round Dana’s neck, pulling her closer until their mouths met again.

Jolie was bouncing up and down with glee as Dana and Monica began to kiss with genuine passion, their tongues engaging in a spirited dance of lust. Finally, unable to remain silent, she cried, “Yay, yay, YAY!” Can we go back to my room now? Please, please, pretty please?”

“Let’s use my room instead,” Dana said, reaching down to fondle Monica’s bum. “The bed’s bigger.”

“COOL!” Jolie squealed, clapping her hands.

Monica smiled. She was still a little nervous about having sex with a grownup, but felt certain she’d made the right decision. In addition to being very attractive, Jolie’s mum was sweet, kind and lovely… and Monica suspected that she would be a skilled lover as well.

Taking each naked fourteen-year-old by the hand, Dana led them down the hallway to her room.

Jolie flung herself down on the bed. “We’re gonna play loving games! Yay!”

Dana grinned at her daughter’s enthusiasm, then turned to Monica. “You’re sure this is what you want, right?”

“Yes, it is,” the teen replied. “I’m ready. I want to know it all.”

A need to clarify was in order, Dana realised. “Oh, sweetheart,” she began, “I don’t know much, not really. Until Jolie, I’d never been with a girl in my life.”

“We’ll learn together,” Jolie chortled. “But we got a head start on you, Monica!”

“Oh, Jolie… you’ll help me catch up,” Monica replied, joining her friend on the bed.

When Dana began to unbutton her top, Jolie quickly rose to her knees, putting a hand out to make her mother stop. “Me!” she said loudly. “I wanna take your clothes off, Mummy!” Then, suddenly remembering Monica’s presence, she seized the girl’s arm, adding, “I – I mean, we want to!”

“All right,” Dana agreed. She stood motionless, arms at her side, waiting to be undressed.

“Can I, then?” Monica shyly asked Dana as she and Jolie drew near.

“You’d better,” the grinning woman replied. “I’m tired of being the only one here wearing clothes!”

With Jolie removing her mother’s top and bra, and Monica stripping off the bottom half, Dana was naked in no time.

Crawling onto her mother’s bed. Jolie stretched out, legs spread wide apart, ready to play.

“Go ahead, Monica,” said Dana, gesturing toward her daughter. “I want to watch you girls make love.”

“C’mere!” Jolie squealed, urging Monica into her arms. They came together in a heated kiss, their bare bodies fitting together perfectly, vulvas touching. Jolie wrapped both legs around her young lover’s waist, and the two girls began to rock together, forward and back.

Dana lightly traced the cleft of her cunt as she took in the underage sex show. It was an amazing sight, the movements they made looking very much like fucking.

It soon grew too difficult for Dana to remain a passive witness. Make room for Mummy, she thought, moving closer to the panting girls. Kneeling next to them, she slipped a hand between Monica’s thighs to stroke their mingled slits.

“Ohhhh!” Monica cried, while Jolie hummed her approval, a sound Dana often heard when her daughter was caught up in the throes of pleasure.

Pressing their sexes together felt lovely, though it wasn’t enough to bring the girls to orgasm. Dana might have brought them both off with her fingers, but didn’t want to end things so quickly. Instead, she continued to lightly stimulate their cunts.

Before very long, Monica collapsed atop Jolie, who immediately went limp herself. They lay nestled together, gasping for breath, their youthful bodies glazed with sweat.

“Wow, wow, WOW!” Jolie exclaimed, once she could draw a decent breath. “That felt good… but we got too tired to get the special feeling.” She shrugged, then kissed Monica’s nose. “Oh well, we can try again – maybe then, huh?”

Dana was thinking about how best to make a three-way work. “Girls,” she announced. “How about this? We can all lie down in a circle and lick each other’s pussy.” Jolie was already beginning to nod. “I’ll lick you, Monica, you can lick Jolie, then she licks me. How does that sound?”

“Good! Goody!” Jolie replied, chortling with glee.

They quickly arranged themselves on the bed, then set to work. Dana was still somewhat uncertain about the consequences of involving Monica in their lovemaking, but the die was cast – nothing to do but immerse herself in the moment and hope for the best. She concentrated on eating the teen’s pussy.

Jolie was ecstatic. She loved going down on her beautiful, yummy mother, letting the warm, thick fluid coat her lips and chin, breathing in the rich scent. And this time it’s even better, ‘cos my sweet Monica is doing it to me, too!

It felt strange to Monica, engaging in sex with a girl and her mum at the same time, but also incredibly exciting. And Dana’s mouth was doing wonderful things to her pussy. Meanwhile, she was probing Jolie with her tongue, moving it around in circles. She always likes it when I do that. And then, when I do this…

Reaching between Jolie’s legs, Monica took her girlfriend’s clitoris between finger and thumb, then gave it a gentle tweak.

Jolie wailed as a massive orgasm snatched her up in its grasp.

Her daughter’s ecstasy spurred Dana on. Clamping her lips onto Monica’s clit, she sucked at the inflamed nubbin. A hard jerk ran through the teen’s frame, then Monica was shaking, overwhelmed by her climax.

Out of breath, unable to lick Mummy’s cunt the way she wanted, Jolie slipped three fingers deep into Dana’s vagina and began to fuck her with abandon.

It was clumsy and rough, but utterly glorious. Dana’s peak closely followed those of the girls.

As they lay panting and dazed, there was another issue that Monica wanted to address. Sitting up, she said, “Tell me, Jolie… did it hurt very much, that first time? When your mum took your cherry?”

It took Jolie a second to remember what that had been like, then she answered, “No. It didn’t hurt – did it, Mummy? I didn’t cry or anything.”

“No, pumpkin, you didn’t. You were very brave and mature.”

Convinced, Monica said, “Jolie, I want you to be my first. Will you do that to me?”

Jolie’s confidence evaporated. More than anything, she dreaded the idea of hurting Monica. Her lower lip began to tremble, and she cried, “But it might hurt you. It might! I d-don’t want that!”

“I won’t mind. Honestly. Not if you did it. And after all, it might not even hurt.”

But Jolie remained unconvinced. “But it might.” Upset at the prospect of injuring her friend, she began to weep.

Anxious that their afternoon wouldn’t be spoiled, Dana shushed both girls, then took Jolie in her arms. “It’ll be fine, pumpkin. You and I will make sure that Monica doesn’t feel anything too bad. She wants to be a woman too, like us, and she needs to lose her virginity for that to happen.”

Monica kissed Jolie’s cheek. “It’s what I want, Jolie. Honest. And it won’t hurt, ‘cause you’ll be doing it. All I’ll be thinking about when it happens is how much we love each other.”

“I do love you, Monica. More than anything!” She wrapped her arms around the slender teen.

“And I love you. So… will you go into me all the way?”

“Um, I guess.”

Dana spoke up. “Here’s what we’ll do. You make love to Monica, pumpkin. Then, just as she comes, push your finger all the way into her vagina. I’ll be kissing and touching her at the same time.”

“Okay, Mummy. I can do that!”

So Monica settled back, thighs parted, and Jolie got to work, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Giving her girlfriend good feelings always gave Jolie an enormous sense of pride. She showered affection on Monica’s kitty, licking, kissing, tonguing, sucking, probing – gradually bringing Monica to yet another crest.

In the meantime, Dana was far from idle. She fondled Monica’s small breasts, paying special attention to the girl’s nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. All the while, she and Monica exchanged deep, sensual kisses.

What a soft, sweet mouth she has, Dana mused. As lovely as Jolie’s, yet different. Who knew kissing young girls could be this wonderful?

Breaking away, Monica blurted, “Oh, God… it’s h-happening…!”

It’s time, it’s time! Jolie thought. She placed a finger at the entrance to Monica’s kitty, sliding it in until the tip rested against her lover’s hymen. Bracing herself, pushed through.

Monica winced when the thin membrane tore, but it barely interrupted her orgasm. Her slight whimper of pain was muffled by Dana’s kiss. Jolie nearly withdrew her finger there and then, but managed to overcome her fear until Monica’s ecstasy had peaked and waned.

Finally, as the girl relaxed, Jolie pulled out, desperate to make sure her friend hadn’t suffered. “Was that okay, Mon? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Traces of blood on her finger only increased her anxiety.

A dreamy-eyed Monica found Jolie’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “It’s all right, Jolie. I hardly felt it at all. You were so gentle…  you made it beautiful for me.”

Now beside herself with glee, Jolie showered Monica’s face with kisses. Then she noticed her mum, who was smiling down at them. Reaching up, she pulled Dana down to join their embrace. The three lovers swapped a few heated kisses, then stretched out to rest.

They lay together side by side, Jolie in the middle. Being nestled between Mum and her best friend was a beautiful experience, Jolie decided.

After a while, Monica propped herself up on an elbow, gazing thoughtfully at Dana. “It’s funny, but Mum always did think you were gay.”

Dana was surprised. “What would make Abby think that? I never said anything to her about feeling that way. In fact, until Jolie and I started to… do things, I could never have imagined myself…”

Her voice trailed off as Dana realised she had no idea how she’d arrived at this situation: in bed with two naked girls – both minors, one of them her own daughter, both of whom she’d just brought to orgasm.

“Oh, Mum said it was just gaydar,” Monica explained.

“Your mum’s a lesbian?” Dana gasped.

It was Monica’s turn to be surprised. “Of course,” she said, somewhat taken aback. “Didn’t you know? How did you miss that?” She chuckled. “I guess your gaydar doesn’t work too well.”

“I don’t think I even have gaydar,” Dana muttered, shaking her head. “I don’t know how you can tell if a woman likes other women. I’m clearly out of my depth here.”

Now Monica was amused. “Yeah. Mum and I noticed how you never picked up on her signals. She was starting to think she had it wrong about you.” She laughed. “Bet Mum would be jealous if she knew I went to bed with you before she got to. Of course, I didn’t even think I was gay… not until I fell in love with Jolie.” The two girls exchanged a tender kiss.

“Wait – Abby knows about you and Jolie!?”

“Well, yeah,” Monica replied, looking surprised again. “I wouldn’t keep that a secret.”

Dana was too stunned to speak.

Jolie had been listening to the exchange, and had been drawing conclusions of her own. “So… your mummy plays loving games too?” she asked.

“She and my father got divorced when I was three,” Monica answered. “Ever since, she’s only been with other women. Oh, she’s never done anything with me, though!” she hastened to clarify.

“Do you think she’d like to play with us too?” To Jolie, the question was entirely reasonable.

As Dana made squawking sounds of protest, Monica weighed the idea, then said, “I think she might. I know for sure that Mum is totally hot for you, Dana… and I think she’s sort of got a crush on you, Jolie. When I told her you and I were girlfriends, she said you were dead sexy… and when you were at our place last week in those cute blue shorts, I swear I saw her checking out your bum!”

“Can you ask her, Mon? Please, please? Wow, it would be the best. We could all do sexy games!”

“Oh, no! No, no, no!” Dana spluttered.

“It’d be good, Mummy. That way nobody would miss out, or have to wait – we could all swap around, too. And your mum is so pretty, Monica. I’d love to see her with no clothes on. Will you ask her? Will you?”

“Sure, I’ll ask. And I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes, Jolie.”

“Oh boy! I can’t wait!” Jolie exclaimed.

Dana slumped back on the bed, her mind a jumble. But finally, she mustered up the ability to sit up and say, “Monica, you can’t tell Abby I’ve made love to my daughter. Or to you, for that matter. I could get in huge trouble. I could be arrested!”

“Mum would never tell on you, Dana,” Monica replied with an emphatic shake of the head. “She loves you. And she loves Jolie, too. Maybe she won’t want to join us in bed. Maybe she’ll say I shouldn’t be making love with my girlfriend’s mum. But she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, I promise.”

With a deep sigh, Dana sank back into the pillows. “All right, I suppose. I’m trusting you, Monica. Don’t ruin this for us.” She thought for a moment, then added, “And don’t bring this up while your mother’s here, for God’s sake.”

“No problem. I’ll talk to Mum after school tomorrow. Maybe we can all get together on Friday.”

“YAY!” Jolie cried, hugging each of her lovers in turn.

***

When Abby arrived an hour later to take her daughter home, Monica was true to her word, and said nothing about how she had spent the afternoon.

Before mother and daughter left, Dana noticed something interesting that calmed her jangled nerves a bit. Jolie had changed into a pair of skimpy knickers and a t-shirt, sans bra. Dana suspected that she’d dressed that way to tease Abby, now that she knew Monica’s mum was gay.

Sure enough, Abby stole more than a few glances at Jolie, who was sprawling on the sofa in a very casual way, showing a considerable amount of leg.

Once Monica and her mother were gone, Dana reflected on what she’d just seen. Well, she clearly thinks Jolie is attractive… but that doesn’t mean she’d go as far as to make love to her. 

Despite Monica’s promise, Dana was still fearful that things would go wrong and disaster would follow. She would lose custody of her beloved daughter, be disgraced in the eyes of the world and almost certainly go to prison. Why did I let her talk me into this? she asked herself, over and over.

Those fears were seldom out of her thoughts the next day. When she answered the telephone that evening, her heart seemed to cease beating.

“Hi, Dana – it’s Abby,” said the caller.

The response Dana made wasn’t in words; but a nervous gulp. Quickly recovering, she blurted, “Oh, hi there Abby!” God, I sound like a dead set nong, she thought, wincing.

Apparently oblivious to Dana’s reaction, Abby said, “Monica told me that you and Jolie invited me to drop by on Sunday arvo.”

In fact, no formal invitation had been made at all, but Dee wasn’t about to argue the point. “That’s right,” she managed to get out.

“That’s very kind,” Abby went on. “I’d love to, but I thought maybe we could do this on Saturday instead. That way the girls could, you know, have a sleepover. If you’re okay with it, that is.”

A rising sense of excitement was competing with Dana’s nervous tension. “Sounds good,” she said.

“Great,” Abby said. “See you on Saturday then. About one, or would two be better?”

“Um, one,” Dana replied.

“One o’clock Saturday, it is. I’m already looking forward to it. See you then, love.”

“Bye, Abby.” The call ended, and Dana wiped a sudden patina of sweat from her forehead. Marching to the fridge, she took out a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass. After draining half the contents in a single gulp, she went to the living room where Jolie was watching TV.

“That was Monica’s mum on the phone, pumpkin. We arranged for her to come over on Saturday, so you guys can have a sleepover.”

Jolie jumped up and hugged Dana, then eagerly asked, “Mummy, is Abby going to sleep over, too?”

“I… I think so.”

Jolie squealed with delight, then began jumping up and down.

Dana watched her daughter cavort about the room, wishing the girl’s enthusiasm could somehow rub off on her.

***

By the time Abby and Monica arrived on Saturday afternoon, Dana’s nerves had been tearing at her for the entire day. When she opened the door to the visitors, her hand trembled on the handle, and she flinched when Abby kissed her in greeting. At least she doesn’t seem angry, Dana told herself. Maybe she’s okay with all of this.

“Thank you so much for having us,” Abby said. Placing a hang on her daughter’s shoulder, she added, “For having both of us.”  She paused, realising Dana was visibly agitated. “We can sit and talk for a while… but I think that most of all, you need to relax.” Turning to Monica, she said, “Honey, go get Jolie, will you?”

“I – I just…” Dana began, feeling it was necessary for her to speak – but the words wouldn’t come.

“Look, I know you’re nervous,” Abby continued. “I really should have told you earlier how attracted I am to you, and I’m sorry for not having done that. But believe me, Dana, you and I both want the same thing. We want to fuck.”

Dana’s eyes widened; her jaw dropped. She did NOT just say that. She can’t have done.

As Jolie and Monica returned, hand in hand, Abby said, “Girls, would you like it if the four of us went upstairs to fuck?”

“YES!” Jolie shouted.

“I would like that, Mum,” Monica replied, her eyes dancing with excitement.

“As would I,” Abby said. They all looked at Dana, who could only stare, caught up in a mixture of relief, arousal and confusion.

She finally managed to say, “My God, I was so, so worried… now, I don’t know what to think.” She gazed at Abby. “So, you – you’re okay with this?”

“Of course I am,” Abby murmured, touching the woman’s arm. “Dana, you enjoy making love to your daughter, don’t you?”

Looking away, Dana nodded, whispering, “Yes.”

Abby continued. “And you liked having sex with my daughter, did you not?”

Still unable to make eye contact with Monica’s mum, Dana nodded once more.

“Good. Well, I want to be a part of this.” Abby said, then chuckled. “It’s a dream come true for me.” She gave Dana’s shoulder a squeeze. “Come on, sexy lady. Let’s go upstairs.”

Dana meekly allowed herself to be led to the staircase, Jolie and Monica following close behind.

“I’d barely become a teenager by the time I realised I was turned on by young girls,” Abby said as they mounted the stairs. “Preteens were my favourites, really.”

“You knew you were a lesbian at that age? Goodness, I didn’t figure it out until last year! Why did you get married, then?”

“Oh, I wanted a family,” Abby sighed. “And I suppose I hoped Arthur could help break this, this lust I had for girls.” She shook her head. “It didn’t work. He was a good man, but honestly, the whole thing was a huge mistake on my part. Well, except that it gave me Monica. She was still practically a toddler when we split.” By then, they were in the upstairs hallway. “After that, it was only women for me, but I never outgrew my love of girls. In fact, I’ve wanted to make love to my daughter, oh, at least since she was eight.”

“Can you believe that?” asked a giggling Monica. “And she never told me, either – not until last night.”

Abby glanced from one end of the corridor to the other. “Er… which way is your bedroom, Dana?”

“This way!” exclaimed Jolie. Still clutching Monica’s hand, she led them to the correct door.

Once they were all inside, Abby announced, “Now we’re all going to make love. That’s what you wanted – right, girls?” The teenagers nodded in unison. “Good. How about this for starters: we get naked, pile onto the bed and have at it?”

Jolie grabbed Monica and danced her around in a circle, then the girls quickly removed their clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

“Now it’s your turn,” Abby told Dana, and began to undress her. Strangely relieved that the decision seemed to have been taken out of her hands, Dana remained still and allowed herself to be stripped.

When she was naked, Abby looked the woman over closely, whistled her approval, then murmured, “Now lie down, Dana, and watch the girls take my clothes off. Bet it gets you hot.”

Stretching out on the bed, Dana watched the teenagers undress Abby. In fact, they practically tore her clothes off. Soon, she was completely bare.

Abby took a moment to study Jolie and her daughter, very much liking what she saw. “Jolie,” she began, “you are absolutely gorgeous. I see now why my little girl and your mum both love to fuck you.”

While Jolie blushed, Abby looked Monica over. “Jesus, baby,” she marvelled, caressing her daughter’s face. “You’re even sexier than I imagined. I’m going to make love to every inch of you. But first, we need to make Dana feel good. Jolie, dear, will you finger-fuck your mother? And Monica, sweetie… you suck Dana’s clit.”

Monica was grinning. “What are you gonna do, Mum?”

“Oh, I’m going to take care of her above the waist.” Abby climbed onto the bed, lying down alongside Dana. The girls quickly followed, and the lesbian mother-daughter orgy began.

With three lovers servicing her at once, Dana quickly forgot her jitters… and moments later, she was shivering in rapidly mounting ecstasy, moaning into Abby’s mouth as the woman kissed her. Jolie’s fingers plunged into her cunt again and again with the hard thrusts her mum loved. And though Monica was still a novice at cunnilingus, she managed to give Dana’s clitoris what it needed.

Dana wanted to writhe, to thrash about, but she fought to hold herself relatively still, not wanting to dislodge the hands, fingers, mouths and tongues that were taking her to the brink of rapture.

It’s happening… oh merciful God here it COMES!

A hoarse cry issued from Dana’s throat, rising to a shriek as she exploded in orgasm. It hit hard and rose to an urgent peak, then slowly, leaving her drifting back down to the bed.

When Dana came, her honey flowed even more than usual, almost gushing out to bathe the lower half of Jolie’s face. She finally pushed her daughter away, gasping, “Th-that’s enough, pumpkin.”

Beside herself with glee, Jolie savoured the taste of Mummy’s cunt, licking her lips until Monica moved in for a kiss, eager to sample Dana’s flavour from her daughter’s mouth. Their kiss quickly grew deep and heated, the girls’ tongues flickering back and forth.

Abby took an exhausted Dana into her arms. “Aren’t they beautiful together?” she said, watching their daughters make love.

Dana slowly nodded. “They are.” She began to fondle Abby’s generous breasts.

“You’ll have to tell me some time about how things got started between you and Jolie,” Abby murmured. “I’m sure it’s an incredible story.”

“I’m not quite sure how it happened, honestly.”

Overhearing the adults, Jolie gave Monica a quick peck on the nose, then sat up. “I know how!” she declared. “My kitty was feeling funny, so Mummy touched it all better. Then, she put her mouth on me. That was the bestest thing of all!”

Abby was lightly stroking her vulva. “Then what, sweetheart?”

“Um… then she showed me how to lick her kitty. I liked it, too! After that, Me and Mummy were lovers.”

“Mmm… that is a wonderful story,” Abby agreed, then her eyes met Monica’s. “Exactly the kind of story I want to share with my own little girl…” Gently withdrawing from Dana’s embrace, she extended a hand to her daughter.

Monica’s eyes widened, her lower lip quivering slightly. “Oh, Mum.” She slowly crawled to her mother, taking Abby’s proffered hand. Jolie watched raptly, hugging herself.

Bringing the girl’s fingers to her lips, Abby nuzzled them, then took one into her mouth to suck. “Oooooh,” Monica sighed, her eyes drifting shut. “I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, baby,” Abby said, “and I’ve wanted to be with you this way for… oh, years. Since you were eight, at least.”

“Eight?” Monica gasped, opening her eyes. “Wow! That long?”

“Cool!” Jolie exclaimed.

“Yes, dearest. That long.”

“Huh,” said Monica, mulling it over, finally breaking into a sunny smile. “Well, in that case, I guess you’d better go ahead and kiss me.”

Tilting her head slightly, Abby kissed her daughter. Monica responded immediately. They swapped tongues for a couple of minutes, then slowly stretched out on the bed – still embraced, still kissing passionately,

Jolie crawled over to Dana and into her mummy’s arms. They lay on their sides, nestled together as they watched Abby make love to her child. She nuzzled a pathway down to Monica’s chest, then sucked a swollen nipple between her lips.

“Isn’t this good, Mummy?” cooed Jolie. “Now Monica and Abby get to be lovers, too!”

Enthralled by the wondrous sight, Dana nodded, remembering that incredible first time with her own daughter. “You’re right, pumpkin… it is good.”

Now Abby was lying between Monica’s thighs, her mouth covering the fourteen-year-old’s slit.

Jolie’s attention was focused on the face of her girlfriend. It always made her happy to see Monica enjoy those nice feelings you got from doing sex. She saw the girl’s eyes open and meet hers.

“Jolie?” said the fourteen-year-old. “Come kiss me while Mum licks m-my kitty.”

“Sure!” Jolie answered, scooting over to where her friend lay. She flopped down on her belly, then kissed the tip of Monica’s nose.”It’s nice to play loving games with your mummy, huh?”

“Ohhhhh yesss,” Monica groaned. “But it’s even b-better with you here, Jolie. God, I’m – I’m so in love with you… and y-your mum, and my mum…”

“Yay! All of us in love!” Jolie exclaimed. She kissed Monica fiercely, fucking the girl’s mouth with her tongue. Monica responded in kind, wrapping both arms around her lover as their kiss deepened.

Now seated at the lower left-hand corner of the bed, Dana lightly fingered her slit as she took in the view of her daughter and their guests engaging in hot lesbian sex. But it didn’t take long until the urge to join in became too acute to resist… and Abby’s luscious bum presented itself as a most appealing target.

Dana positioned herself between Abby’s outstretched legs, nudging them further apart as she drew close enough to bask in the thick, musky aroma of the woman’s holes. It made her mouth water. Closing the distance, she pressed a lover’s kiss into the dripping cunt, coating the lower part of her face with Abby’s fluids.

Abby gave an ecstatic moan, muffled by her daughter’s sex. Dana swirled her tongue around the vaginal opening several times, then licked a pathway upward to explore her new lover’s anus. Pleased to hear Abby moan again, louder this time, Dana slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Just then, Monica cried out, caught up in an explosive orgasm. She was out of breath and no longer able to kiss, so Jolie had switched to sucking her nipples, moving from breast to breast.

Seconds later, Abby was coming too, eyes wide in astonishment as Dana stimulated her g-spot.

Left breathless by their shared ecstasy, Monica and Abby found their way into each other’s arms. “Oh, Mum,” she whispered, “thank you for making me feel so good. Can I… can I lick your pussy now?”

Abby gave a shaky laugh. “Not just yet, sweetie. Your mother’s pretty knackered at the moment…”

“You can lick me if you want,” Jolie said, beaming with delight. “I haven’tt had the good feeling yet!”

“Oh, sure,” Monica replied with a grin, rolling onto her back. Jolie carefully mounted her face, and they were off and running.

Abby turned to face Dana. “Kiss me,” she murmured. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”

***

As the afternoon progressed, the four lovers lost track of the number of orgasms they enjoyed, and it grew less and less certain who was pleasuring who.

Eventually they were all completely spent, lying entwined on Dana’s bed, their bodies glazed with the proof of their sexual labours.

Abby managed to roll off the bed and stand upright, though she did totter a bit. As she made her way to the door, Monica called after her. “Where are you going, Mum?”

“Oh, I’ll be back in a minute,” Abby replied. The others assumed she was going to the toilet.

They were wrong – when Abby returned, she held an expensive camera.

“Smile!” she said with a grin, aiming the device. A whir and a click were heard..

Rolling her eyes, Monica sighed, “Oh, Mum!”

Dana spluttered, unsure how she felt about documenting their incestuous activities.

As for Jolie, she giggled and lay back, spreading her legs wide apart. “Peekaboo!” she squealed.

Abby’s camera recorded the display, then she noticed Dana’s look of concern. “Don’t worry, love,” she hastened to say. “These will be for our eyes only, I promise.” Then she handed the camera to Dana. “I’ve adjusted the settings; can you take one of me with Monica?”

A few minutes later, Dana had relaxed enough to get into their impromptu photo session as she took shot after shot of Abby with her daughter.

Soon Jolie got into the action, presenting her bottom to “Aunt Abby.” The woman promptly began to rim her bumhole, while Monica scooted underneath Abby, eager to go down on her mum.

Image after rude image was preserved – women cavorting with underage girls, teenage girls sharing pleasure with one another, mothers exploring new and thrilling possibilities with their daughters. For the rest of the afternoon, they revelled in their newfound love.

Dana was blissfully content, no longer worried about her daughter’s future. It was no longer just the two of them facing the world. Jolie now had good people who loved her, both emotionally and physically.

The End

A quick recap of the Story Thus Far: Rural paramedic Nettie Hastings finds herself in the middle of a flurry of unexplained overdose calls and, with the help of her best friend and former lover, Terry Wilder, has begun putting clues together linking the source to her own hometown. Some suspect Terry’s involvement, including police chief George Fronse, as Terry’s ex-wife is a convicted drug trafficker. A drug raid on an abandoned meat locker goes awry, and Nettie’s father is killed in an explosion. A DEA agent named Bridgette Ramscone is brought in to work the case, and she seems to take a special interest in Nettie who, in the meantime, has entered into a clandestine affair with Terry’s preteen daughter.

For a more detailed breakdown of this story’s chapters, please consult the Chapter Links.

by Rachael Yukey

It takes a lot to knock me on my ass. I can take almost anything in stride and just keep right on moving, which is one of the reasons I’m good at my job. At work they call me the Iron Lady for exactly that reason, although I like to think of myself as the little dog in the fire. You know… the meme where the doggie is sitting in the middle of a fire, he’s smiling, and the caption reads ‘this is fine’? That’s me.

But it’s still possible to pull the rug out from under me, I guess. When DEA agent Bridgett Ramscone asked about my relationship with Halee, my gut twisted in knots.

Somehow, I forced my face to remain expressionless. “What do you want to know?”

“Let’s start simple. Is she a good kisser?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Bridgett shook her head. “Oh, Nettie, we’re not going to do this, are we? I thought I made myself plain at our first meeting. We’re kindred spirits, you and I. Probably the first one you’ve ever encountered. That’s one of the reasons you should come work for me in the Twin Cities. I could introduce you to an entire community of women who love girls… and girls who love us back.”

My pulse quickened. I had to resist the urge to pinch myself. Was this actually happening?

“You know how to pick ‘em, too,” she went on. “That young lady is smokin’. Not only is she pretty, but you can just feel the sexual energy oozing out of her. How long has this been going on between you two?”

I stood, a little too abruptly, and turned away from her. “I should be getting back to my place,” I said.

The next thing I knew she was behind me – hand on my waist, tits pressed against my back, hot breath on my neck.

“How long?” she breathed. Her hands slipped around to the front, traveled up my belly, and cupped my breasts.

All at once I could feel my panties dampening, and my breathing becoming ragged. There was no point in even trying to conceal my sudden and intense arousal.

“It’s… kind of a new thing,” I got out in a breathy, uneven voice.

“Is it your first time with a kid?” One of her hands was tracing its way down my belly, pulling up my shirt, caressing the warm flesh beneath.

I nodded, my breath coming in hot gasps as she undid the button of the slacks I’d changed into after the funeral. Then the zipper came down, fingers dipping even further to fondle me through the pants. I moaned and went up on tiptoe.

“Girls are so beautiful,” she was saying in sensuous tones. “So soft and delicate. And they taste different from women, have you noticed? Do you like the way little Halee tastes?”

“She’s d-delicious,” I whispered. Bridgett’s fingers slipped inside my slacks, insinuated themselves beneath the waistband of my panties, and moments later were rubbing up and down inside my slit. “Oh… oh, God…”

“What are her tits like?”

“Tiny!” I wailed. “But perfect. It turns her on so much when I… when I lick… oh my God…”

“Where I come from,” she whispered, as the waves of pleasure intensified, “a woman who knows where to look can find all kinds of girls who want what she has to offer. Black girls, white girls, Mexican girls, girls in their teens or girls in grade school. Girls with smooth, wet, needy pussies. Girls who want us to do to them what I’m doing to you right now. To touch them, to kiss them, to make them come…”

My orgasm hit right then. I cried out repeatedly, going back up on my toes, then down again. My legs almost buckled, but I managed with an effort of will to stay upright. Bridgett kept her fingers in my pants, pressed firmly against my clit, until I turned to face her. Her color was high, her breath coming in harsh gasps. I drew her to me with force, using my superior height as a blunt instrument. Bending her backwards, I mashed my lips to hers.

She met me with equal intensity, our tongues doing furious battle. I walked her backwards, her feet almost dragging as I backed her to the recliner she’d been sitting on, tumbling her into it. Then I was on my knees, undoing her jeans, yanking them from her body along with her panties. She was completely hairless down there; probably waxed. I shoved my hand between her legs, finding her dripping wet and receptive. I slipped two fingers inside of her, and her butt lifted off of the chair.

“Like the little ones, do you?” I growled as my fingers pumped in and out. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I was totally getting high on taunting this domineering little bitch. “Well, you just think about Halee’s sweet little pussy, the one I get to touch and you only get to dream about. She has just a little bit of hair the same color as the hair on her head, long enough to be soft but not long enough to get between your teeth. Speaking of which, you’re right – she is so goddamn tasty. She’s got these delicate little inner lips that you just can’t get enough of. You just picture that, and keep on wishing you were as lucky as I am.”

With that, I dove in, my extended tongue finding her clit, glorying in her uninhibited cries of pleasure. I ate her and finger-fucked her forcefully, almost brutally, until she came screaming, a gush of warm liquid dampening my face. I felt a grin forming as I lapped up as much as I could catch; I do so love a squirter. It flashed through my mind to be grateful that the recliner was upholstered in leather.

***

We had a beer after that, seated together on the love seat. I’m not really a beer person, but that’s what was in Dad’s fridge. She told me about her own awakening to her unusual sexual proclivities, the pain she’d gone through coming to terms with it, and the communities available in metro areas that had no counterpart in my neck of the woods.

“It sounds creepy at first,” she said, “and I was worried that some of the girls involved might be trafficked. But that’s not how it is. Everything is one hundred percent voluntary, and most of the girls live perfectly ordinary lives with their parents. But these are girls who have discovered themselves as sexual beings, and desire the company of grown women. Basically everyone gets what they want, and nobody has to do anything they don’t want to do.”

“It sounds fantastic,” I told her.

“It’s amazing,” she said. “and you would be a natural fit. You’re tall, you’re beautiful, and you have an amazing tongue.” She chuckled. “Please understand, this is completely independent of my job offer. I could get you doing investigations work closer to home if that’s your preference. I really do think you’d make a phenomenal investigator.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll give it some thought. Speaking of investigations, how the hell did you find out about Halee coming to my place, anyway?”

She grinned mirthlessly. “The first evening we were here, I had some agents speed-review the last five days worth of surveillance footage from every public building in the city of Bronning, including the hallway cam coverage from every apartment building in town that has it. Which yours does. And…”

She shifted a little, an apologetic expression on her face. “You already know that Terrance Wilder is a person of interest to us in this case,” she went on. “So, anytime he or any of his kids appeared in the footage, it was flagged for my attention. Even on that shitty hallway footage, the sexual tension between you two was sharp enough to cut your hands. Mind you, I don’t think most people would have seen it. I do, because I’ve been down the same road you’re on.”

“But when I met you on Tuesday, you specifically mentioned our movie night,” I said. “How did you know that’s what we told Terry?”

“Because Halee was also caught on camera leaving your apartment complex the next morning,” said Bridgett, “and one of your neighbors spoke to her on the way out. I questioned the neighbor, and she told me that she just asked the kid what brought her there for an overnight stay. Halee told the neighbor that you’re a friend of her dad’s, and you had a girl’s movie night together.”

There must have been something in my expression, because Bridgett laid a soothing hand on my arm. “Relax,” she said. “I don’t think your neighbor suspects anything at all, and I’m pretty good at picking up on stuff like that. She was just making conversation. And speaking of all this, I’m expected back for a meeting with my team.”

I saw her to the door, and she got her boots back on. She slipped her hands around my waist, stood up on tiptoe, and kissed me. I hesitated for a moment, then kissed her back firmly.

“I’m going to stay in town as long as I can get away with it,” she said. “I don’t know if you’re exclusive with Halee Wilder, but if you’re not, I wouldn’t say no to an introduction. I would love to spend an evening with her – or even better, with both of you.”

Not giving me the chance to reply, she unfurled her umbrella and stepped out into the rain.

***

I had dinner with Uncle Jason and his family at the Franklin Supper Club just outside of town; the closest thing you can get to fine dining without driving at least thirty miles. We then returned to Dad’s place. Jason cracked open a fifth of bourbon he’d purchased for the occasion, and we talked long into the night. Jason had recently become operations manager for a large regional medical flight service, and was still working as a songwriter on the side. The songwriting royalties were, as he put it, his fuck-you money.

“The day I get bored with EMS, I can just tell ’em to piss off,” he said cheerfully.

Lisa was serving her second term as mayor of Dickson, and campaigning for state office. Julie was an electrical engineer doing design work. Mallory was a classical pianist teaching at the University of Colorado and pursuing a dual doctorate in music and art. We spent most of the time catching up rather than reliving the past, and for that I was grateful. The last thing I needed right now was to dredge up the phase of my life that encompassed most of our shared history.

I don’t mean to imply there were no good memories… there were, and I suspected there was much more than my traumatized mind would allow me to remember. Looking at Julie and Mallory, arms around each other on the couch, I couldn’t help but picture them the exact same way, but in immature, twelve-year-old bodies. With no clothes on. Was it a true image, or the product of my twisted imagination?

I could hear Julie’s little-girl voice, emerging from the past. “You can come sit with us if you want, Nettie. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” I imagined my first shaky step in their direction.

Then the memory, if indeed that’s what it was, vanished below the churning surface of my subconscious.

***

Late afternoon the next day found me in Terry’s living room, sipping coffee on the couch. It was a nice day despite the spring chill, and he’d kicked the kids out of the house so we could talk. Halee and Naomi were keeping watch over the younger girls at the city park.

“Interesting,” Terry was saying. “I wonder which of Kathryn’s former associates are here in the area. A lot of them, once all the arrests happened and the smoke cleared, turned out to be people I knew. Not well, but folks I’d met at parties and other such. Some of them I’d probably recognize if I saw them, but Special Agent Perky Tits hasn’t come to me with any questions about it. Or about anything, for that matter.”

“I don’t think she really trusts you,” I admitted.

“I can’t say that I blame her,” he replied with a shrug. “It doesn’t take a genius to see how all this has to look from her perspective.”

“She thinks you’re lying about not knowing what your ex was up to. She says you’re too smart to not have seen it.”

Terry laced his hand behind his head. “She was pretty damn forthcoming with you, huh?”

Terry, honey, you have NO idea. “Very,” I said.

“Interesting, considering that she had to assume I’d hear about it from you afterward.”

“She’s grasping at straws,” I said. “That’s her words, not mine. The investigation isn’t getting anywhere.”

“That’s unfortunate,” he said, “because that means it’s going to happen again. Maybe not here, probably not, but somewhere.”

“She didn’t say it, but I think she’s worried about the same thing. I don’t think she really even believes you had anything to do with it. She’s just jumping down every rabbit hole she can think of before her bosses pull her out.”

A sour smile twisted his lips. “She thinks I’m lying about my knowledge of Katryn’s business activities, but doesn’t really think I’m involved in the meat locker situation?”

I squirmed a little. “She didn’t really suggest that you were actively involved with what your wife was doing,” I countered. “Just that you must have at least known that something was going on.”

Terry blew out his breath. “I think most of the agents that questioned me after Kathryn’s arrest believed the same thing, and I get it. Granted that I was insanely busy once my career started to take off, but I clearly had a tremendous blind spot where she was concerned. Looking back, there were a thousand red flags. I simply failed to see them for what they were. Maybe even subconsciously pushed them aside, because I didn’t want to think about it.”

I searched his face, looking for truth. Bridgett’s words were hammering through my head. But it was Terry who had stood by me for three years running, in spite of my fucked up shitty behavior. Terry who treated his daughters like precious jewels. Terry who was always there when people needed him. I liked Bridgett, but I knew where my loyalties lay. Besides, I thought I understood the wistful look on his face.

“You really loved her,” I said, “didn’t you?”

“Guess I did,” he said, grinning ruefully. “Guess I still do. She was something, Nettie. Stone cold monstrous bitch at the end of the day, but really something.”

He sat back. “As for Special Agent Stick-Up-The-Ass,” he went on, “I wonder if it’s dawned on her that if I’m as all-fired brilliant as she thinks I am, I wouldn’t be dumb enough to start a drug operation right in my own backyard, in an out-of-the-way place that I moved to for no reason she can understand. Or to bring in my wife’s former partners. That’s the literal definition of shitting where one eats, then flaunting said shit under the noses of the authorities.”

I snickered. “I said literally that,” I said, “and she agreed. She’s not a bad sort, Terry. I think she’s just really frustrated that she’s going to have to go home empty-handed.”

“Fair enough.”

Talk turned to other things, and after a while the girls returned. Dawn came in ahead of her sisters, cryptically informing us that Halee might need help at the door.

“We picked up a stray,” Halee told us as I stepped into the foyer, Terry close behind. She was assisting Chelsey Milne into the house. I remembered that they’d had a sleepover planned for the previous night, and wondered how that had transpired. I knew Halee had designs on the little cutie, but doubted she’d been able to accomplish much with Naomi present.

I moved to help her get Chelsey to the bench, as Naomi came in behind them with her friend’s wheelchair. Chelsey was wearing a simple blue t-shirt with wide sleeves, and a long skirt. It was elegant in a young girl sort of way, and I supposed it was also a practical ensemble for someone with braces on an arm and a leg.

Terry grinned. “Didn’t we just get rid of you a couple of hours ago?” he said to Chelsey, a note of teasing in his voice. Chelsey looked uncertain, as if not knowing whether to take him seriously or not. Something about that bothered me; most eleven-year-olds know better than to take such a remark personally. I wondered if she was accustomed to the adults in her life wanting her to go away.

Naomi solved it by playfully whacking her dad on the arm. “We brought her here to help with the famous Disappearing Parent Trick,” she informed him saucily.

This elicited more hilarity from the younger girls than it probably deserved, but it served its purpose. Chelsey giggled with them, looking at ease once more.

“She was at the park with her aunt Judy,” Halee explained, “and her mom showed up wanting Judy to help her run some errands. They were worried about having enough room in the car with Chelsey and her wheelchair, so I invited her to come back with us. Hope that’s not a problem.”

I turned my head towards Terry so that only he could see me roll my eyes. His expression matched my thoughts pretty well. I wondered what errands they’d be running that could possibly exceed the capacity of Judy Milne’s Suburban.

Terry made a show of spreading his hands. “My entire existence is already comprised of a giggling gaggle of girls,” he complained good-naturedly. “What’s another, more or less?”

“How are you feeling, Chelsey?” I asked her.

“Better,” she assured me. “The physical therapy isn’t much fun, though. But the doctor says next week my arm’ll be good enough I can start using crutches; then I won’t need that stupid wheelchair.”

We helped Chelsey down the hall to the living room. Then, just when people were getting settled, Terry’s pager sounded. I was vaguely aware that the on-call crew was already on a run with Rig One.

“Bronning Ambulance, respond with Bronning Fire to the junction of County Road Two and Merlin Creek Drive for an ATV rollover; victim is pinned under the machine and has an altered level of consciousness. Caller believes the victim has been trapped for some time. ALS intercept from Melville is being dispatched as well. You’ll have county channel FC3; your time is 16:30.”

Terry looked at me questioningly. “On-call is already out,” he said, “You up for it?”

“Let’s go,” I said.

Terry plucked his radio from the charger. “Bronning Ambulance Rig Two, Franklin. We’ll be responding with an ALS crew, so you can cancel the intercept from Melville.”

“Copy, Bronning, 16:31.”

As we headed for the foyer, Terry called out over his shoulder. “Sorry, Halee, but this leaves you in the unenviable position of Queen Monkey of the Wilder Zoo for a couple of hours. There’s chili in the crock pot for dinner.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” came the sardonic reply, “and I know about the chili, because I made it.”

***

Terry was behind the wheel, the rig chewing up the gravel and spitting it out behind us. We were about three miles south of County Two when the radio crackled.

“Bronning Fire to Bronning Ambulance Rig Two.”

I snatched up the mic. “Go for Rig Two.”

“We’re on scene at the rollover. It’s one of those big four-seat Ranger models, and the victim is pinned at the waist. We want to get it off of him, but that DEA lady and a couple of her goons are here too, and they won’t let us. She says it could kill him. Any instructions?”

I felt a cold chill, but a wave of relief as well. “Absolutely do not extricate the patient. She’s right. When did she arrive on scene?”

“They were right behind us.”

Terry was turning onto County Two.

“Is the patient alert?” I said into the mic.

“Awake but confused. He’s really cold, too.”

I considered the implications. Merlin Creek Drive is a minimum maintenance road that hardly sees any traffic until the handful of snowbirds who live there show up in late May. He could easily have been lying there all day without anyone noticing, and the temperatures hadn’t climbed above fifty until noon or so.

“Keep his upper half warm as you can,” I said, “and under no circumstances move that Ranger. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Merlin Creek Drive is narrow, rutted, and more dirt than gravel. Thankfully we didn’t have to drive on it. As we approached we could see a line of rescue vehicles, including George Fronse’s squad car and a County Sheriff’s Deputy cruiser. The black Suburban that Bridgett’s people had been using was there as well.

In the deep part of the ditch just past where County Two intersected with Merlin Creek, I could see a swarm of humanity milling around something I couldn’t make out. As we closed in, I realized they were working behind a large stand of marshes; whatever they were dealing with would have been completely concealed from cars driving by on County Two. Even in its brown, wilted early spring state, the aquatic foliage made for an impenetrable visual barricade.

“We’re going to want the monitor, the first-in bag, and the ALS bag,” I told Terry as he eased past the rolling iron, trying to get as close as possible. “I want you to get a four-lead, blood sugar, and vitals, in that order. We’ll have PD and fire get set up to load. I have to get a line and give him sodium bicarb before we get him out.”

I don’t know if Terry understood what I was up to, but he didn’t waste time asking questions. He tucked the rig into the spot that the other emergency vehicles had thoughtfully left for us. I timestamped our arrival, slammed the laptop closed, and picked up the mic, which was still resting in my lap.

“Bronning Ambulance Rig Two, Franklin, on scene,” I said. I was already opening the passenger side door.

I tossed the laptop onto the bench seat, and yanked the two bags out. Terry got the monitor. Hastening towards the ditch, I marched right past George Fronse, who was coming forward to greet me.

“Get some guys to pull the cot out and get the buckles loose,” I tossed off to him as I passed, “and have someone bring a backboard down here.”

“Oh, and tell someone to crank the heat in the back all the way up,” Terry added. He was right on my heels.

The Ranger was lying on its side, a man in perhaps his late thirties sticking out from just above the pelvis. I didn’t recognize him. It was in the very bottom of the ditch, in a morass of cold, mucky, wet goop. He wasn’t shivering, and that was a bad sign. Fire had placed a cervical collar around his neck, and he was receiving oxygen via a non-rebreather mask. His eyes were wild and confused. He was covered from the neck down with what looked like every blanket the rescue rig carried, and someone had wrapped one around the top of his head.

People parted for me as I approached. Standing directly over the victim on the opposite side from which I approached was Bridgett, with two of her subordinates immediately behind.

I dropped to my knees in the muck, momentarily regretting that I was wearing jeans I actually liked. Terry came round the other side, and as he settled to his knees I saw that he was staring at the patient, a strange expression on his face. His lips mouthed something I couldn’t make out. Then he gave his head a hard shake, and started yanking down the saddlebag zippers on the monitor.

As I broke the lockout tag on the first-in bag and extracted the IV kit, I addressed the firefighter nearest me, registering belatedly that it was Brian Severson.

“Have we got a name?”

“No one recognizes him,” said Brian, “and everything he says is just jumbled and confused. I don’t really have anything.”

I was wrapping a tourniquet around an arm, searching frantically for a decent vein. Cold and dehydrated; the worst of all worlds. I yanked a hot pack from the bag and slapped it down on the forearm.

I shoved the rest of them at Brian. “Pack his armpits with these.”

I pulled back the forearm hot pack, and was rewarded with a nice fat vein. I became aware of George Fronse standing directly over me, looking furious. I ignored him as I prepped my chosen site, and started the line.

“I’m just gonna say it,” George said suddenly. “Why are we treating him in the cold mud instead of the warm ambulance?”

I didn’t waste time looking up. I was drawing up a very large vial of medication into a big syringe. “Because,” I said, “He’s had no circulation to his lower extremities for Christ knows how long. Hours, from the look. All the blood trapped down there below his waist is going to be totally acidotic. If I don’t give him something to buffer it before we let all that crap loose, it could kill him.”

I started pushing the bicarbonate, and glanced at the cardiac rhythm on the monitor. No arrhythmias yet, but I knew that could change in a hurry once full circulation returned.

“The sugar was 89,” Terry informed me. He still had the oddest expression on his face. He finished wrapping the blood pressure cuff around an arm, and pressed a button on the monitor. I pushed the last of the med, detached my syringe, and got to my feet..

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” I said. “let’s roll this beast off of him. The moment he’s loose I want him on the backboard, and then we’ll carry him up to the cot. Don’t waste time with straps; just be careful not to drop him. We’ll buckle him up once we have heat blowing on him.”

People surrounded the large ATV, Bridgett and her two men included. “All right, people!” Bridgett called out, effortlessly taking charge. “On my count. One… two… three.”

With that many people putting their backs into flipping the machine, the lift appeared effortless. It came down on all four wheels ponderously, splattering muddy water. The man on the ground let out a loud groan. He was on the backboard in seconds, being hauled up to the cot. Terry was carrying the monitor, cables trailing between him and the man on the backboard. I didn’t wait to observe the loading process; I went in through the side door, plopping onto the bench seat as the back doors were opened from outside. After several minutes with the heat at full blast, the back of the rig was like an oven. I instantly broke out in a sweat. Grabbing supplies from an overhead cabinet, I spiked a bag of fluids.

As the cot was shoved in past my legs, Brian Severson stuck his head in through the side door. “Need a driver?”

“Yes, please.”

Terry got in, slammed the monitor into its mount, and wordlessly began cutting clothes off. His face was a mask chiseled from stone. I hung my fluid bag, and as I switched the hose running to the face mask from portable oxygen to the truck feed, I was dimly aware of the driver’s door opening and closing.

“Ready to roll, Nettie?” Brian called from up front.

“Let’s move,” I told him.

As the rig eased into motion, I rubbed the patient’s sternum, hard. “Hey, can you hear me?” He blinked at me and groaned.

Terry was doing a trauma assessment as he removed clothing, his hands running up and down limbs. I grabbed one of the crappy house stethoscopes that were hanging from a nearby hook, cursing the fact that my own was in my work bag at home. Before placing the bell on the man’s chest, I caught Terry’s eye.

“Someone you know?”

“Someone I met a few times back in LA, but be damned if I remember his name. He was arrested in the same sting that took Kathryn down. She used to introduce him as her broker, with the air of someone enjoying an inside joke. One of about a million clues that I should have taken seriously.”

I covered the chest back up with blankets and got a thermal cap on the guy’s head while I debated the merits of intubating him. Terry was still talking as he cut off the pants.

“Note the location,” he said. “County Two and Merlin Creek Drive bracket the valley containing the auction grounds and the meat locker on the south and east sides. Nobody is getting into the valley itself right now, what with the presence of the Black Suit Brigade commanded by Special Agent Delectable Tushie, so what do you suppose he was up to?”

Finishing with his cut, he pulled the denim aside. “Jesus, Nettie, look at the discoloration on his legs.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I examined the dusky, mottled flesh. Terry pulled a shoe and sock off, and that looked even worse.

“Worst compartment syndrome I’ve ever seen,” I observed. I lowered my voice to a whisper. “He’ll most likely be a double amputee by this time next week… if he survives.”

Sliding back up the bench seat towards the patient’s head, I shined my penlight in both pupils, and leaned in close.

“Hey,” I said again, enunciating carefully, “can you hear me?”

“Who’re you?” These were the first words I’d heard him speak.

“I’m Nettie, and I’m a paramedic. We’re taking you to the hospital. Can you remember what happened?”

“Tell Kathy what happened.”

Terry, who was pressing his hands into the patient’s hips to assess pelvic stability, froze in place.

“Who’s Kathy?” I asked.

“She’s Kathy. And she needs to know. Someone has to tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

“That it happened.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “I can’t tell her if you don’t tell me.”

“Just tell her.”

Suddenly Terry was leaning in from his place on the jump seat.

“Is your name Darren Sanders?” he inquired.

“Darren! That’s my name.”

“And by Kathy, are you by any chance referring to Kathryn Wilder?”

The man squeezed his eyes closed. “Just tell Kathy,” he groaned through clenched teeth. He spoke no more for the remainder of the drive to the hospital.

On to Chapter 15

 

by kinkys_sis and kinkychic

I felt the caress on my breasts, the soft breath on my pussy. I was in heaven, with strange, wonderful feelings taking me to a place I had never been.

My eyelids fluttered open, but I didn’t want to be awake. I didn’t want the dream to stop.

In the grey predawn I saw … what? A dissipating mist, or so I imagined. For a moment, I was scared. Someone was there, or had been there, but I looked around and there was no one. It must have been a trick of the morning light, or perhaps the remnants of my dream.

And the dream – my God. It was still vivid in my mind, and the tingling was still surging through my veins. This was a new feeling I didn’t understand.

With a shock, I saw I was naked. My nipples were so stiff they nearly hurt. My pussy felt alive, begging me to play with it. It had only been very recently that I had found out how good it felt to touch myself there. But it had only been a pleasant sort of touch that left me feeling empty and frustrated, with a need for something more. What that something was, I didn’t know.

Tentatively, I reached between my legs. Shit! I was leaking. It was everywhere, a sticky, warm mess. I hadn’t peed, and it wasn’t red, but I could smell it – a strange new smell I couldn’t describe, but kind of exciting and … and what? It must have been what they call erotic.

I lay back, half frightened, half excited. Something had happened to me, but whatever it was, I realised it wasn’t finished. My pussy was almost speaking to me: “Touch me. Play with me.”

My hand found its way back between my legs. Slowly, I caressed the swollen lips. It didn’t help. My frustration built. I didn’t know what to do. Then the alarm clock went off, and it was time to get ready for school.

***

Rosie and I had been buddies for as long as I could remember. We could talk about anything and know it would stay just between us.

“This is kinda personal,” I said. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, okay.”

“Sounds like heavy stuff,” she replied. “Go ahead.”

“Do you … do you touch yourself? You know, between your legs, I mean.”

“Fuck! Is that all? Shit, yeah. Wait – you mean you don’t?”

For the first time ever in Rosie’s company, I felt awkward. “A little,” I said, “but I just started, and it’s nice, but I feel like I’m missing something.” Then I told her about my dream, and what happened when I woke up.

She clearly gave it some serious thought, and then she said, “We never talked about this before, did we? I s’pose I took it for granted that you do the same as me. Like, I thought all girls do. But what you’re saying is you never had a come yet. So I guess your dream is your frustrations building up. Your body is telling you something here, buddy.”

“I’ve heard girls talk about coming, but I don’t know what they mean. I just pretend I do. Am I stupid or something?”

She looked at me, the way good friends do. “Lian, you know you’re not stupid. I guess that with not having a big sister, you’ve got nobody to tell you stuff. We gotta go now or we’ll be in the shit, but we’ll talk later, okay?”

It was like a weight lifting off me. I knew Rosie would tell me what I needed to know.

I didn’t see her after school, though, because our shit of a math teacher gave me detention. She was long gone when I got out. I was in a bad mood, and not really surprised when mum told me to bugger off to my room.

It was while I was getting ready for bed that I stopped to think. I looked at my top and shorts that I always wore to sleep. How had I woken up naked this morning? I couldn’t remember taking my things off, and it certainly hadn’t ever happened before.

I was tired and wanted to sleep, but felt … what? A sort of itch down there. I didn’t want to touch it because I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere, and besides, I was still feeling cross with the world. So I just curled up and tried to sleep.

***

It was hair – long hair tickling my chest, swishing softly across my tits. Then I felt a pair of lips, barely touching my skin. I could even feel the wetness that the tongue left as it slowly circled my nipples.

Oh, please, don’t stop. It’s so beautiful. It feels so good.

Hot breath on my tummy, and still that tongue, exploring me, so exciting and driving me wild with anticipation.

I felt my legs open, spreading wide. I wanted – I needed – those lips to go lower, though I didn’t have the slightest idea why. Then the kiss, definitely a kiss, right at the top of my pussy lips. Again, the hot breath before the tongue touched the top of my slit, then that wonderful sensation as it slowly traced its way down. I was shocked someone would do that, actually lick me where I peed.

My whole being concentrated on that tongue, willing it on to keep the pleasure going. My body jerked. The tongue had pushed into me, stretching me open, but then it stopped. Was it waiting for me to ask for more? Did it want me to beg? More likely it was checking if I was still asleep.

The tongue went deeper at last, then slowly slid upwards. Oh my God, what was happening to me? Such an intense feeling of … what? I didn’t know, but I wanted it so badly. I needed some kind of release from my frustrations, and suddenly I knew that it was going to happen. I was being shown the way.

My mind exploded. Feelings like electric currents shot through my body. My hips lifted off the bed, my body arching and thrusting at the tongue as it found a spot I never knew was there. Then the lips drew me in as they sucked.

My breasts hurt. Something was squeezing them hard. My senses whirled. I was frightened by what I felt, yet I was full of joy. It was happening at last – I knew I was going to have a come. Finally, I would understand what everyone was talking about. My muscles knotted as my body tensed. I had to see. Nooooooooooo, I begged, don’t you dare wake up, but my eyes flashed open.

It was too dark to see, but I could still feel the tongue that probed me. Then suddenly, it was gone. Desperately, my hands reached down, my fingers finding the spot where the mouth had been.

I was coming. It took hold of me, shaking me, giving me the most glorious feelings I had ever known. It didn’t stop. When it seemed to be ebbing away, it would hit me again. I didn’t count. I couldn’t have even if I’d wanted to. I just rode the wave of feelings that surged through me like a raging river.

I lay there for an age, gasping for breath, until slowly I relaxed, all the time marvelling at what I had just experienced. Now I knew what it meant to come, and, oh my God, how totally fucking good was that?

With a start, I found I was holding Teddy between my legs with his nose jammed into my pussy. I lifted him up to me, and gave him a kiss. “Oh, you clever Teddy, I made you all wet and smelly.”

I cuddled him, but then the shock hit me. Teddy didn’t have long soft hair. He couldn’t breathe on my breasts, my tummy or my pussy. But someone had, that I knew for sure. I could still feel the touch of that lovely hair.

I must be going crazy. There couldn’t be any other answer. Or was that what having an orgasm did to you? Suddenly, I laughed. Yes, at last, my very own orgasm. I realised that I wasn’t scared this time. Whoever or whatever it was that had visited me had given me something very special.

***

Rosie was enthralled when I told her about what had happened. She even seemed to look at me differently, with a sort of strange sort of gleam in her eyes. “What!?” I asked her. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh God, no,” she said, laughing. “I think it’s great. But I don’t understand the dream bit, the lady you say was there. It’s just not possible. I think your imagination just got the better of you.”

“I guess, you must be right,” I replied, but that was just to humour her. I really didn’t believe it was my imagination, not one little bit. My lady was real. She had been in bed with me.

School was so difficult that day. My mind kept drifting back to her. Who was she, where did she come from, and how did she come and go like a ghost in the night? Common sense told me it was impossible, but all the same, I knew it had happened. Would she come to me again? I wanted her to – even more, I realised, I needed her to.

For the first time, it crossed my mind that I was dreaming about a woman and yearning for her touch. Shit! Was I a lesbian? I’d never given the slightest thought to girls, but then again, I never really thought about boys, either. Rosie was special to me, but as my best friend, nothing more. Then I remembered how she’d looked at me this morning. God! It was like she was seeing me for the first time – not just as a friend, but like somebody who was ready for sex.

Hastily, I pushed the thought aside. No, I must be wrong, Rosie is not a lesbian, I told myself. But I didn’t really know that, did I? She’d never had a boyfriend either, but so what? We were only twelve. What if she did fancy me? How would I feel?

For the first time since I’d known her, I thought about her body, her looks. She was pretty, and already she was developing a figure. I was disgusted with myself, but at the same time, the idea of her breasts excited me. I felt like a perv, actually wondering what it must be like to feel them. And her lips, they were so full and sensual. Could I imagine myself kissing them? Fuck yes! I could, and suddenly, I did. It was a shock to find out that I wanted to kiss them, and to feel our bodies pressed together.

My thoughts had gone full circle. I still wasn’t at all sure that I had read her look right. Maybe for that one moment, she found me sexy, but that didn’t mean that she wanted sex with me.

After school, she was waiting at the gate for me. “Hiya, sexy, how’s your day been?”

“Rosie, you’re taking the piss, but I don’t mind. And I’ve had an okay kinda day, I guess.”

“You think I was taking the piss, do you? I s’pose I was, really, but now I’m not so sure. Do you mind if I think of you as sexy?”

I stopped walking and just stood looking at her. “I’ve been feeling guilty all day because I kept thinking about the way you looked at me this morning,” I said, “and then I started thinking about you – I mean in a way that maybe I shouldn’t have.”

“You did? Oh, tell me. Come on. What did you think about me?”

Oh God. How was I supposed to answer her? Would she hate me if I told her the truth?

She saw my indecision. “Don’t worry. Say what you really thought. You won’t upset me, honest.”

With lowered eyes, I stammered out. “I… I was thinking about your … your breasts – and your lips.” Now I looked up at her. “And how I wanted to touch them and kiss you. I’m so sorry, I know it was terrible of me.”

She actually squealed and clapped her hands. “But, Lian, I’ve been thinking the same thing about you for months. I can’t keep my eyes off you, and you never notice. The only difference is, I didn’t feel bad at all – just excited. The only thing that worried me was how did I tell you.” She thought for a moment before adding, “When you told me about your dream, and that it was a woman in it, that’s when I knew there was a chance.”

I was lost for words. I just looked at her for what seemed an age. Then I reached my hand out to her. She didn’t hesitate. She took my hand in hers, and her face lit up with happiness. We carried on walking, not saying a word, letting our fingers do the talking as we squeezed each other’s hands.

Too soon, we reached my house. I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but I was scared of who might see us. And she had to get home or her mother would start to worry, so I couldn’t ask her to come in. “Ask your mum if it’s okay for you to stop here for dinner tomorrow. I mean, if you really want to.”

“I really want to,” she answered. “Oh, I want to.” She quickly glanced about before lifting my hand to her lips and kissing my fingers. “Put them somewhere nice for me. Promise.”

“I promise.” Then she quickly walked away. I found myself watching her gorgeous long legs and the wiggle of her bum until she turned the corner. Fuck! Why hadn’t I ever noticed how gorgeous she was?

There was a definite shake in my voice when I called out hello to Mum.

I didn’t think my lady would visit me again. I thought maybe the spell was broken, now that I’d confessed to Rosie, but I still felt my body filling with arousal and want. I had mixed feelings about Rosie and the lady of the night. Which one did I want more? It was then that I knew how inexperienced I really was, so the answer was easy. I needed my lady to show me more, to teach me so I wouldn’t feel like such an inexperienced little kid when Rosie came over. Of the two of us, she had always been the more clever and forward. Now, I had the chance to lead the way. I wanted to surprise her with how well I could do it with her.

The lady always disappeared as soon as I opened my eyes. For some reason, she didn’t want me to see her. The trick was to keep them closed and feign sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday, so there was no school. I would try to stay awake as long as I could and wait up for her.

After I had undressed and picked up my top and shorts I paused. I would stay naked and ready for my lady. I lay on my back and grabbed hold of Teddy, jamming him into my pussy, pushing him as deep as I could. His nose separated my lips as I jiggled him up and down.

The feelings began to build as I rubbed faster. Without any conscious thought, I rolled over onto my tummy and humped my hips in a rolling motion, grinding my pussy into Teddy. For the first time, I knew I was going to have a climax all on my own. I had to struggle to stop myself from crying out as I lost all control. My senses went mad. Teddy was fucking me, and it was glorious.

I clutched the pillow to my face, stifling my moans, as my body began to tense. It became difficult to keep my hips moving as I strived for release. Just as I thought I would have to turn over again so I could use my hands, I came. I was shaking with uncontrolled intensity. I rode the peak for all I was worth. I wanted it to go on forever. So very beautiful, a joy, a celebration and a true release.

I lay gasping, my thoughts in a whirl. Oh my God, what was that? How had I managed to bring myself to such a fantastic orgasm where I’d always failed before?

I felt drained, my body limp and bathed in sweat. All resolve to stay awake was forgotten as I wallowed in euphoria. Twice, I felt myself drifting into sleep, and each time I willed myself back, but I knew I was losing the battle to stay awake.

I must have been dozing, when I felt the lightest of touches and a warmth on my bum. I almost forgot, but remembered just in time to keep my eyes closed and my body loose. My heart was racing, but I managed to keep my breathing quiet and slow.

The touch became warmer, and then I knew she had just kissed my bum. I had the most stupid thought that I almost giggled – thank God I’d had a shower before bed.

A hand softly touched each cheek. Her thumbs slowly separated them. The warmth bathed my little rosebud, and I knew her face had come near. Surely not! She wasn’t going to kiss me there. But she did, her lips surrounded my rear entrance. I couldn’t help it, I felt my hole was tensing, my cheeks trying to close at this intrusion. But her fingers kept me open.

Never would I have thought of my arse having anything to do with sex, but this was so naughty and erotic. I was thrilled with anticipation. Then I almost squealed as her tongue tickled and probed. Too late, I realised that I had lifted my hips and pushed my arse up to meet her caress. She didn’t seem to notice. She only pulled Teddy out from under me.

Now I was lying with my hand trapped against my pussy. Her hand came back and very slowly she pushed through, sliding along my wet lips. A single digit was opening me, slipping inside. It was her thumb, working deep into my vagina. Her other fingers glided toward the top of my pussy, to the place I had only this very night understood was the magic spot that really got me going.

My pelvis went down, willing her deeper inside. What I now thought of as my little button throbbed with those wonderful sensations. Too late, my hand cupped her fingers, urging them on. I panicked for a moment, scared I’d given myself away, but she didn’t stop. She was too wrapped up in her efforts to bring me to climax again.

Her free hand was still pulling one cheek of my bum aside, her tongue still roving about my rosebud. I was on fire, striving towards my peak with all of my will.

I felt her pull away, her thumb slipping from me. Oh God no, don’t go, I almost called aloud. But then, for the first time, I heard her voice – just the merest whisper. “Sleep, my little one. Dream sweet and loving dreams.”

Very carefully, she was turning me over. I flopped onto my back, just as I imagined a sleeping person might have. Again, I heard her whisper. “Oh, so beautiful.” Once more she told me to sleep. Then I felt the brush of her lips on mine – a feathery touch, but it caught me by surprise. I only just managed to keep my eyes shut.

She kissed me again, more firmly this time, and I had to fight not to respond. She nibbled my ear lobe and kissed my neck before her mouth went to my breast. Gently, she drew the nipple into her mouth, her tongue playing with its stiffness.

I fought to remain still as she worked across my tummy. I knew where she was going. Quickly, please, I wanted to say. Just as the night before, her tongue opened me up and slid inside. But this time, she went further, touching everywhere she could reach. I felt a little gush and almost let my bladder go when her tongue caressed the little hole. Fuck! I had peed a little. But I felt her licking at me, and I knew she was taking what I had let go. Strangely, it didn’t shock me. Somehow, I found it exciting.

I shuddered with joy as her mouth went to my button, and once more her fingers were probing deep inside of me. One moment she licked and teased, the next she sucked, all the time fucking me with her hand.

The climax, when it came, was the most mind-blowing yet. My whole body was filled with wild sensations. My button seemed to pulse, and my vagina clamped on her fingers. Then I peaked. It was one long, rolling orgasm, or maybe it was several, one after the other. Vaguely, I heard her whispering again: “Come for me. Keep coming, my little angel.”

When it was over, I rolled onto my side, panting for breath. I felt the bed move, and then her body snuggled against my back. She was naked, too, and warm as she moulded herself to me. The touch of her skin on mine made me want to turn and hold her. But instead, I just lay still.

I felt her lips on the back of my neck, and then she whispered, “You see, I can remember now, when I came to me, and I taught, and I learned, such a wonderful moment in our life.”

It didn’t make the slightest sense to me.

Very slowly, she  lifted my arm, guiding my hand back to the heat between her thighs. She pushed my fingers through the folds of her lips and slowly rubbed herself against them. I groped for where I thought her button was, trying not to be obvious about it. That’s when I got my first surprise. It was so big and hard. I lay a finger either side of it and softly squeezed. She responded by rubbing herself more urgently, and very soon, her body was trembling against mine, and I knew she was coming.

Stopping myself from turning to her was the hardest thing I had ever had to do, but somehow I managed. She released her grip on my fingers and once more kissed my neck. “I love you my treasure, sleep the deepest sleep now. I’ll be with you again soon.”

Cold air struck my back, and I knew she was gone. Just like that, she had disappeared. Slowly, I rolled over and touched the sheets where she had lain. They were still warm. So she was real. It wasn’t just my silly imagination.

***

The following evening, after dinner, Rosie and I sat on my bed as I recounted everything that had happened. Her face expressed so many emotions – wonder, disbelief and finally, jealousy. But then she asked me to repeat what the lady had said. I concentrated hard to make sure I had it right, word for word. “You see, I can remember now, when I came to me, and I taught, and I learned, such a wonderful moment in our life.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense at all. When I came to me? and I taught and I learned. Then she says, our life, not ‘lives’. What on earth is that supposed to mean? It’s kinda stupid, don’t you think?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t have the slightest idea. She’s just here, and she’s teaching me. And please, please, don’t get all jealous on me. I’d hate that.”

I took her hand in mine. “You still want to kiss, or have you gone off me?”

She sat there looking at me, and I tried to read the obvious conflict going on inside her. “You’re right. I am jealous,” she said. “I can’t help it, but I still want you to kiss me. I’d rather have some of you than none at all, So I’ll share you with your lady if I have to.”

I stood up in front of her and pulled her to me. Now I was nervous. Our first kiss. In fact, my first ever. I didn’t know about Rosie. Just before our lips came together I paused. “You’re here and you’re real,” I said, “and I don’t want to be just friends anymore. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I think so,” she said, smiling a little. “You want me to be your proper girlfriend, to love me and touch me just like she does. I want that, too.”

My lips found hers. They were a bit stiff. Neither of us really knew how to do this. I pulled back. “Loosen up and kiss me for real.”

We tried again, slowly getting the feel of our lips on each other. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. Her hands fell lightly on my back, holding me without moving.

I pressed my lips harder to hers, and then they began to move. Gradually it became a real kiss, and I felt her clutching me tighter. I let my fingers explore her back until I suddenly felt bare skin below the hem of her top. I inched up inside, kneading her flesh as I went. She held me tighter and arched her back when I trailed a finger down her spine, pausing at the waistband of her skirt. Her body pushed into me, and I eased my hand down inside.

The kiss became more passionate. I imagined I could feel her heart thumping as I held her bum through her panties. I cupped a cheek and squeezed, and she gave a little gasp into my mouth. Her own hands dropped and she held my bum, too.

Her head leaned away from me as I kissed her cheek, then her ear. A little lick, and then down to her neck. I gave her a little nip with my teeth. Then I pulled my hand out from her skirt, and slowly lifted her top. She raised her arms, and her bare breasts came into view. I stared in awe. I had never known Rosie to be shy, but now she was. When I got her top off, she tried to cover herself with her hands, but I pulled them away. “Rosie, they’re so nice!”

She stared at me with a questioning look on her face. “You really mean that, don’t you? I was so worried that you wouldn’t like them.”

Her areolas were only slightly darker than the rest of her skin, but they quite clearly protruded, topped with sharpest little points. “Your nips are standing up for me,” I said.

This was all clearly new to her. “Lian, are you taking the mickey?” But she saw my look of delight. “You’re not, are you? You really like them.”

I didn’t answer, but instead ducked my head and kissed one, then the other, before I covered the first with my lips and softly sucked. She gasped out loud. “Ooh, that feels nice.”

I rolled my eyes up at her as I continued to suckle, holding the back of her legs just below her skirt. I began to inch up and inside until both hands were cupping her bum. She clutched my hair and held me to her breast.

I began to feel like I knew what I was doing, inspired by what my lady had taught me. I dipped into Rosie’s panties and ran my fingers down the crack between her cheeks, slowly pressing deeper. Would she object if I tried to touch her there? Was it too soon? I thought of how I had felt when my lady had touched me – the shock at first, but then the pleasure of the naughtiness. So I pressed deeper and found her tight little hole. Her cheeks clenched, trapping my fingers in their grip.

I didn’t persist, but instead moved my other hand, slowly caressing as I went until I was at the front of her thigh. Still, I was sucking her nipple as I inched up to the front of her panties. My heart beat faster. Oh God, how I wanted to make her happy, to really make her my lover!

I felt the dip of her slit, but I didn’t pause there. Instead, I gave her what I thought were loving tickles. Suddenly, she tore my head away from her breast. “For God’s sake, stop teasing!” she said. “You want to feel me up? Do it!” Then she pulled me into a kiss.

My answer was to yank her panties down and shove my hand between her legs. Almost in unison, one set of fingers found her slit and the other her ass, delving deep into her crack. So desperate was my need for her, I almost forgot my resolve to impress her with my newfound skills. I made myself slow down. gently sliding one finger into her pussy. Carefully at first, I began to move in and out. Rosie rolled her hips to meet my probing digit, pulling me deeper. She got wetter as her ardour mounted, making it easier for me to add another finger.

I hadn’t forgotten her arse. I tickled around the rim of her hole, but made no effort to enter her, even though she was pushing back against my fingers.

I pulled away from our kiss and dropped to my knees in front of her. She gave me a puzzled look. “Lian, what are you doing?”

I smiled. “You’ll see.” With that, I leaned forwards and kissed the top of her slit. I kept my eyes raised towards hers while I gave her a slow lick, and I saw, rather than heard her, gasp. I pressed into her until I found her little button.

This time, she gasped out loud. She jumped, too, and her eyes went wide. “Lian, you’ve got your tongue in my pussy – surely that’s… oh shit! That’s nice.” My lips closed around her button, and I sucked quite hard before I flicked at it with my tongue. Her eyes screwed shut, and she clutched my head. “Oh my, I never … uh…” Her voice trailed away as she thrust her hips at me.

By now, I was fingering her pussy faster, and her juices were soaking my hand. I pressed more firmly at her arsehole. She opened her eyes once more, a look of shock on her face, and yet her whole body was trembling. I think she wanted to tell me no, but she was too late – my finger went up her arse.

It was enough to send her over the edge. Her grip on my head tightened, and she leaned into me, going taut all over as she built to her climax. I could barely move my fingers, but my tongue still did enough to make the orgasm rip through her.

I eased her backwards onto the bed. Her chest heaved as she stared up at me. Finally, she spoke. “Lian, a couple of days ago you didn’t know what it was like to come. Now you’re a bloody expert at it. So yeah, I believe you about your lady. It must be true, cuz you just did things to me that I wouldn’t have dreamed of. I’ve come loads before, but never like that.”

I knew I was grinning like a bloody cat that got the cream. “I thought you liked it.”

She was looking at me in such a new way. I felt so happy. Then she said, “You stuck your finger up my arse, I wanted to stop you. I thought it would be gross, but it wasn’t. It was … well, it was different – but nice.”

***

That night I slept the deepest sleep. I was so tired from being awake most of the night before. In the morning I was naked again, and I soon found that my pussy was sticky and wet. She must have come to me during the night. The sad thing was I didn’t remember any of it.

Later, I met up with Rosie. We were going for a walk in the park, nothing special, just happy to be together. She grabbed my hand. “Let’s go somewhere where I can kiss you,” she said.

It took forever to find a quiet spot, but as soon as we did, Rosie almost jumped on me. The most beautiful lingering kiss was made even better when she pushed her tongue into my mouth – a new experience for me, and I loved it.

Some sixth sense told me we were being watched. I opened my eyes and peered over Rosie’s shoulder. Not too far away was a woman – a truly beautiful woman. She wasn’t actually facing our way, but I felt sure she was looking at us. I think it might have been her hair, which was long, thick and dark, just like mine, but whatever it was, I suddenly knew it was her. My lady.

I pulled back from the kiss. “Rosie, she’s here watching us, look.” But when I looked back to where she had been, there was only a vague misty shimmer, and then nothing.

“I don’t see anyone. You sure?” Rosie asked

“I swear she was right there, by those bushes. I know it was her. Come on.”

We went to where I’d seen her standing. “There, look. You can see by the marks in the grass.”

“Okay, I can see someone’s been there. But where the fuck did she go?”

I told her about the mist and the little shimmer. “It’s just like when she disappeared in my room,” I said. “Why won’t she let me see her?” I thought for a moment. “God, it felt like I knew her. Like I’ve seen her somewhere before. And her hair, it’s exactly like mine, but she’s way prettier than I am.”

Rosie laughed. “Hey, come on,” she said. “You’re my one helluva sexy girlfriend.” She stroked my cheek softly. “We’re lovers now, you and me, and I couldn’t be happier, but your lady kinda worries me. Don’t get obsessed with her, cuz I need you. I love you, Lian. I s’pose I probably always did, but I just didn’t know it.”

I held her tightly and kissed away the little tear on her cheek. “Don’t worry, darling. It’s just so confusing. But I promise, you come first. You have my heart, no one else, and I love you, too. I know that now.”

***

I was determined to get to the bottom of things, and that very night – if she came. I had the glimmer of an idea in my mind I thought might work, how I could catch her unawares without her disappearing on me. The more I thought about it, the more confident I was.

I lay there in the dark, thinking about Rosie. How I’d made her come, and how she had returned the favour. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of her as she ate my pussy and brought me to the most amazing climax. Maybe it was because I got to watch her, but it was by far the best climax I’d had yet. It was hardly surprising that soon I was playing with myself, picturing Rosie eating me out.

But then I stopped. I had to pretend to be asleep, just like before, and if I was busy playing when my lady appeared, she’d know I wasn’t asleep. So it was with a massive effort that I calmed myself and lay still, naked and ready.

I was at the point of deciding she wasn’t coming, and ready to give in to sleep, when I felt a presence. She was there, I knew it. I tried to breathe slowly and shallowly, to calm my racing heart.

Just as before, it was the lightest feather of a touch. A finger tracing around my breast and then the lips closing around my nipple. The familiar tickle of hair on my tummy. The kisses working slowly down. I struggled to remain still as she reached my pussy. She eased my legs apart, and then her tongue was there, delving into me.

I was already in a heightened state of arousal, and my climax came so much faster than before. She had a way of keeping it going, lifting me to a peak of ecstasy, then easing me off before quickly bringing me back. It was orgasm after orgasm.

When she finally let me relax, I prayed that she would lie down with me again. For a moment I thought she had gone, but after a few seconds, the bed jiggled, and I sensed her body alongside me. I heard her whispering, just like before, although this time I couldn’t make out the words. I rolled a little so as to almost face her, and then lay still.

She took my hand and began to knead my fingers into her hot pussy. I felt her clit. Rosie had told me that’s what it was called. It seemed to jerk as she rubbed my fingers across it. I could tell that she had her own fingers inside her, moving them in and out. It was easy to tell when her climax was close, the way she began to tremble and arch her body.

I heard her gasp, and then she was coming. Ever so slowly, I lifted my head and brought my lips to hers. As I had hoped, wrapped up in her climax, she didn’t seem to notice what I was doing. Instead, she kissed me back. My fingers were now busy working her clit and keeping her orgasm going. Her kiss became more passionate, and this was when I made my move: I rolled over onto er, not forgetting her pussy for a second.

She wrapped an arm around me and held me tight as her orgasm swept through her. All the time, our lips were locked in a wild, bruising kiss.

Her body went limp, but still she clung to me. Then she spoke. “You planned that, I remember now. I should never have let me do that. It was wrong. Oh, what a complicated mess! I shouldn’t ever have come back, but you needed help. I needed help, so I came.”

“Is it alright if I put a light on? I want to see you, please don’t disappear like before.” I asked her.

She switched the bedside light on herself. I eased off of her and I gazed in awe at her body. “Oh my God,” I said. “You’re so beautiful, I …”

“No, you’re beautiful,” she replied. “It’s you.”

“I don’t understand,” I said. “You never make sense.”

“How clever I was,” she said. “I am you and you are me, or what you will be. I’m your future, what you grow up to be. I shouldn’t be here. I can’t won’t be allowed to come back anymore. So tonight we say goodbye – well, in a way.”

I tried to wrap my mind about  what she was saying. It was impossible to believe, and yet I knew she was telling me the truth.

“You’re from the future,” I said. “You’re me in a few years’ time.”

She smiled up at me. “I just wanted to help you, or me, get through a little crisis in your life. You know that Rosie was supposed to go off with her parents the other day, but after you told her you wanted to kiss her, she asked them if she could stay with you.”

Of course, I did know.

“Well,” she – I mean I – went on, “if she’d gone with them she would have met someone, and you wouldn’t be together now. I knew how things had to turn out. I knew how much I loved her, and I helped you – us – along. I had to make sure I spoke to her this time around, you see?”

I didn’t know what to say. It was too much to take in, but I knew I loved this person, this … me. How very strange.

“Can you stay awhile?” I asked. “Not rush away – not just yet?”

“Oh, I know what happens next,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re about to make love to me, properly this time, and I wouldn’t want to miss that.”

Well, it was more than proper. It was glorious. We both knew what the other liked without having to ask, or to think. It was the night of my life, the one I would never forget.

Afterward, we lay cuddled in one another’s arms, until finally she said, “I have to go now. You and Rosie will be happy together for much longer than you might imagine, but I must not tell you any more. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I won’t be allowed to return, but don’t feel sad, because I’m always there inside of you. Now kiss me goodbye.”

We shared a wonderful kiss for what seemed an age. I didn’t see her go. One moment we were together, and the next I was falling asleep, alone, and yet not.

The End

A quick recap of the Story Thus Far: Rural paramedic Nettie Hastings finds herself in the middle of a flurry of unexplained overdose calls and, with the help of her best friend and former lover, Terry Wilder, has begun putting clues together linking the source to her own hometown. Some suspect Terry’s involvement, including police chief George Fronse, as Terry’s ex-wife is a convicted drug trafficker. A drug raid on an abandoned meat locker goes awry, and Nettie’s father is killed in an explosion. A DEA agent named Bridgette Ramscone is brought in to work the case, and she seems to take a special interest in Nettie who, in the meantime, has entered into a clandestine affair with Terry’s preteen daughter.

For a more detailed breakdown of this story’s chapters, please consult the Chapter Links.

by Rachael Yukey

Halee and I ended up watching Top Gun, as we’d told Terry we were going to do a week prior. I brewed tea, and Halee made popcorn. Snacks and drinks in hand, we snuggled up together on the couch.

During the shirtless volleyball scene, Halee snatched up the remote and paused the movie. “Are those guys hot, do you think?”

I pursed my lips, wondering where she was going with this. “Yes, I’d say so.”

“Like, if you met them in person, maybe you’d want to have sex with them?”

“If I could’ve met Val Kilmer at that age, he’d probably have had his way with me,” I replied with a snicker.

“I don’t see that,” she said. “When I see that lady they call Charlie, I get tingly and start wondering what her boobs look like. When I see the guys, I guess I can see that they’re good looking, but it doesn’t do anything for me. Y’know?”

I squeezed her tightly. “I do know. I told you before how I had zero interest in men until I was sixteen. That’s when I figured out that I’m bi.”

“So maybe I just think I’m a lesbian, but when I get older I might realize I’m bisexual?”

“I think who you are now isn’t necessarily going to be who you are five years down the line,” I said after giving it a moment’s thought. “Right now, you’re sexually interested in girls, but not guys. So for you to say you’re a lesbian now is totally right.”

Halee thought about that for a moment. “Lesbian, subject to revision,” she said. We both cracked up.

After the movie had ended and the TV turned off, Halee and I began to gently make out. Then it was less than gentle. Soon hands were under bathrobes, fingering each other’s dripping pussies.

Halee was panting in my ear. “I want to eat you again.”

“Ever heard of sixty-nine?” I replied.

We ended up with me lying on the couch, Halee on top as we ate each other out. It felt so incredible, having my clitoris licked while my tongue was buried between her pussy lips that I came in record time, after which I flipped Halee on her back and dove between her legs.

“I liked it when you put your finger inside,” she said, shuddering and gasping as my tongue made contact with her clit.

I lifted my head. “Do you want me to try going in all the way?”

“Kind of, but I’m nervous. Do you think it’ll hurt?”

“It did for me,” I told her, “but it didn’t last long. And it was all upside after that.”

“Then I want to.”

I made her wait while I ran into my bedroom and retrieved a squirt bottle decorated with watermelon artwork.

“What’s that?” she demanded to know.

“It’s a sexual lubricant,” I explained. “It’ll make things extra slippery. I keep some around for company.”

We shared a laugh as I knelt between Halee’s legs. “What’s with the watermelon?” she asked.

“It’s flavored,” I said. “The regular stuff tastes disgusting. I tried to eat someone after using it once. It’s a mistake you will not make twice.”

I squirted some on my fingers, and rubbed it around inside her slit.

“Oooh,” she said, as my gooey fingers slid across her clitoris, “I think I like that.”

Lowering my face to her cunt, I extended my tongue and went to work. As her breath began to hitch, I slid a freshly lubed finger into her opening, just until I met resistance. I simply held it there, moving with Halee as I drove her to the heights of pleasure with my tongue.

When her orgasm hit, the now-familiar sounds issued forth, and her vagina gripped my finger, I drove it deeper with one swift thrust.

“Oof,” Halee grunted, then cried out as a second orgasm carried her away. An even stronger one, it seemed. I rode with her, a single finger deep inside, my tongue pressed against her clit.

When it was over I withdrew my finger, got myself onto the couch, and pulled her into my lap. She curled up, and I drew her close.

“You okay?” I asked, once her breathing had slowed.

“Yeah,” she said. “It didn’t really hurt… it just surprised me. And having your finger way up in there…” she giggled. “Well, you saw what happened.”

“Does it hurt now?”

“Not really. Did I bleed? I’ve heard people sometimes bleed.”

“Let me look,” I said, shifting Halee from my lap to the couch cushion. Moving her leg aside, I examined her vulva, but didn’t find any blood. “Looks hemostatic to me.”

“Hemo-whatsis?”

I chuckled. “Hemostatic. Medical term. Means it’s not bleeding.”

“Good. I was worried about ruining your couch.”

“Seriously? This couch is a turd. When I move, I’m chucking it.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Are you moving?”

I leaned back. “Dad left me his house,” I said. “I haven’t decided yet if I want to move into it, or sell it and buy something a bit smaller. But either way, yeah, I think it’s time to get out of this apartment. And his furniture is way better than mine, so most of what I have here I’m just gonna ditch.”

She settled back into my arms. “Nettie,” she said, after a moment of silence, “you said you would hate yourself if you let this happen. I hope you don’t still feel that way.”

I hesitated before speaking. To be honest, I’d simply ceased to examine my feelings about the right and wrong of taking Halee as a lover.

“No,” I said with a shake of the head, “not anymore. I felt a little guilty at first, but you obviously want this, and I guess you’re old enough to make up your own mind.”

“Do you think Chelsey Milne is old enough?”

My head jerked forward in surprise. “Wait… why?”

Halee wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Because she made that comment about kissing girls sounding like fun. And she’s coming by for a sleepover with Naomi tomorrow night. And because ever since Naomi told us about what she said, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You’re attracted to her?” My mind was awash in possibilities, my body beginning to throb all over again.

Halee continued to study her hands, now twisting nervously in her lap. “Does that bother you? I mean, that I’m attracted to someone else?”

I hugged her tightly. “Jeez, no,” I said. “Even if we were an exclusive couple, people are attracted to other people sometimes. That just happens.”

Now she turned her head to face me, the corners of her mouth turning up. “Are you attracted to her?” she wanted to know. “Because I saw the way you reacted when Naomi was talking about Chelsey kissing girls.”

I grinned. “Guilty as charged, your honor.”

“So would you be upset if I, um…”

“Did something about it?” I laughed. “Seducing Chelsey: good. Not telling me every little juicy detail: bad.”

She considered that for a moment. “I know it’s a weird thing to think about,” she said, “because I’m still just a kid. I’m not sure if I’m in love with you, or even what that really means… but I do care about you a lot. I won’t do anything with anyone else if it would hurt you.”

I was so absurdly touched that I found myself fighting tears. I snuggled her even tighter, one hand wrapping around her head and pulling it to my breasts. “That means a lot to me, Halee,” I said, “but you don’t have to worry. I care about you, too, but I don’t own you. I don’t see any reason we need to be exclusive.”

She nodded slowly, her cheek grazing my nipple in a most delightful manner.

Five minutes later we were lying on our sides on the floor, faces buried in each other’s pussies. Halee was finger-fucking me with gusto; I refrained, figuring it would be better to not put anything in her vagina until she’d had a day or two to heal.

As my orgasm took me, I found myself surrendering the last vestiges of shame. This is right, I thought, as we held each other tightly in the aftermath. Nothing has ever been so right.

***

The next morning I’d scheduled a short pre-funeral visitation for anyone who had been unable to make it the previous evening. I was once again standing alongside Dad’s casket, doing my best to be gracious as people filed past.

After the first twenty minutes, foot traffic eased considerably. I was sitting alone next to the casket, watching a handful of guests mill about in the lobby. A tall, spare man with close-cropped hair just beginning to gray strode into the viewing room. He was wearing a black suit and tie, and was holding hands with a woman in her mid-thirties, an elegant lady with shoulder-length brown hair wearing a black skirt and white blouse with a black scarf draped around her neck.

The couple was followed by two lovely young women wearing somber, restrained dresses of maroon and green, with a girl in her mid-teens bringing up the rear. The woman wearing the maroon dress was as tall and dark as I am, a virtual duplicate of me except that her glasses were framed in purple instead of orange. The lady in green was short and blonde. The teen had brown hair with pink highlights, and was wearing a black dress that she looked distinctly uncomfortable in.

“Uncle Jason!” I exclaimed, hugging the man as he drew close.

It had been almost a year since I’d last seen my mom’s brother Jason Hanson, his wife Lisa, and their daughter Victoria, she of the pink-highlighted hair. More like two years since I’d seen Jason’s eldest daughter Julie, who really does look just like me, or her partner Mallory. I lived with Jason and his family for almost a year when I was ten; a horrible, traumatic time that I’ve mostly blocked out. Not through any fault of theirs, mind you. These people are probably the only reason I’m still alive.

Pushing back the half-remembered images before they took root in my mind, I gave Lisa a warm hug.

“How’re you doing, sweetie?” she murmured in my ear.

“I’m okay,” I told her, then opened my arms just in time to be attacked from both sides by Julie and Mallory. They make an odd pair; tall and short, dark and blonde, bouncy and somber. But they’ve been a couple since they were kids.

Vicky hugged me as well, a more perfunctory embrace than the others had bestowed. I understood; to her I’ve always been the much older cousin that she sees maybe twice a year or so.

“It’s good to see you, kiddo… circumstances notwithstanding,” said Jason.

“Really good,” said Julie, her smile brightening the room. “We’ve missed you.”

I reflected that Julie is the only person I know who can seem bubbly at a funeral without anyone taking offense. Cheer and enthusiasm seem to ooze from her pores.

“I’ve missed you, too,” I said. “It has been awhile.”

Jason, Lisa, and Vicky live in Dickson, almost a four-hour drive southwest. Julie and Mallory live in Colorado. Jason’s story isn’t so very different from Terry’s; he had a career in entertainment – music, in his case – which he gave up upon becoming a single father. The big difference is that Jason wasn’t as well-off as Terry, and still needed to earn money. He became a paramedic while I was staying with them. In fact, he’s the reason I got into this line of work.

Despite my best efforts, a wave of memory washed over me. Jason in his recliner, poring over the big stack of medic school textbooks I hadn’t been able to resist delving into myself. Lisa’s belly slowly blooming as Vicky grew inside her. Julie, bubbly and fun, except when she was hunched over the table absorbed in her electronics projects. Quiet Mallory, serious on the outside but with an inner strength that was apparent even at age eleven as she endured the twin struggles of breaking away from her parents’ religion and watching their marriage fall apart. It took a few months for me to realize that Julie and Mallory were a lot more than just friends.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” I said. “You guys need a place to stay?”

“Naw, we’re covered,” said Jason. “There’s this scraggy-looking motel just east of town; we’ll grab rooms there. We have to drive back first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, God,” I countered. “Please tell me you’re not staying at Milton’s.”

Lisa smiled. “It does kind of look like a good place to pick up crabs or something, doesn’t it?”

I shook my head. “Let me put you up at Dad’s place. There are, like, four bedrooms there.”

“Are you sure?” said Mallory. It was the first she’d spoken, but she’d always been the quiet one. “You’ve got a lot going on… we don’t want to be any trouble.”

“I’m very sure,” I said. “I’d love to get caught up this evening.”

More guests were approaching. Jason gave me another hug. “We’ll see you in awhile, then.”

Fifteen minutes later, Terry, Halee, and Naomi appeared, this time with Dawn in tow. That wasn’t a surprise; Terry let me know they would be there, and that little Maya would be attending the funeral but had opted out of seeing a dead person. Terry had seemed a bit apologetic about that, but I assured him that it was fine; I hate it when parents force kids into something like that.

I caught a glimpse of Maya out in the lobby, in the company of her friend Gina. Gina’s mom, Theresa, was riding herd on both girls. Theresa graduated high school with me, then married young and had Gina at the tender age of 19. I sometimes wondered what her husband would think if he knew that she had gone through an experimental phase with girls during senior year, and that she’d hooked up with me a number of times. Or that we’d hooked up behind his back maybe half a dozen times since then.

A line was beginning to form, so Terry and the girls passed by more quickly this time – spending a moment at the casket, hugging me, moving on in favor of the next person. Looking back towards the lobby again, I almost did a double take at the sight of Agent Bridgett Ramscone striding purposefully through the double doors. She walked into the chapel as if she owned the place, made her way to the end of the mercifully shortening line of humanity, and settled in to wait. I couldn’t remember ever seeing someone look so utterly relaxed, yet completely aware of their surroundings.

The two people in front of her were Dad’s sisters, and they took a bit more time than the others had. I forced myself to give them my attention, surreptitiously watching Agent Ramscone out of the corner of my eye. She seemed to be in no hurry.

Finally they moved on, and she stepped forward. There was only ten minutes to go before the funeral, and she was the last one in line.

She gazed into the casket for almost a full minute, then turned towards me. “Ms. Hastings,” she said, “I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” I said, inclining my head slightly.

“You may or may not have heard this yet,” she went on, “but your father died heroically. He saved the life of the very girl that you transported.”

“I just heard yesterday evening,” I informed her, “but thank you for making sure I knew.”

She gave me a secretive little smile. “We’ll talk later.” She took my hand in hers, gave it a squeeze, then turned and strode towards the lobby, leaving me wondering what in the world she thought we had to talk about.

The funeral passed easily enough, and without much of the usual bullshit. Dad had been friends with his pastor, who talked easily and humorously about him, painting a reasonably accurate portrait of the man. The graveside ceremony was marred by a chill spring rain, resulting in a thinner crowd than there otherwise might have been. As immediate family I got to stand under the awning; others were not so fortunate.

Naomi and Dawn huddled together under a single umbrella; Terry and Halee stoically endured the drizzle. On the periphery I spotted Bridgett, looking completely at ease under a large umbrella that was the same black as her clothing. I wondered if it was government issue.

The reception was held at Dad’s house, invitation only. The only people I’d invited who weren’t family or friends of my dad were Terry and his girls, because they’re the closest thing to a real support system I have, and I wanted them there.

During the reception I started to re-evaluate my almost-made decision to sell the place. It’s a beautiful, spacious house, with oak wall paneling and log beams on the ceilings. Looking around the living room, I thought that with a few carefully arranged tapestries to dampen reverberation, it was the ideal size and shape to make my audio system sing.

As the reception wound down, Uncle Jason and his brood took their leave. They’d decided to stay the night with me at Dad’s place, but had some visiting to do first.  Jason had planned to drop in on an old friend, while Julie and Mallory wanted to visit Sheriff’s Deputy Cindy Koep, who’d grown up with them in their home town.

As they departed, long-suppressed visions of my tenth year flashed through my head. Cindy Koep had been Cindy Moen then, and along with Julie and Mallory had been part of a circle that had come together to protect me from… what? I couldn’t remember.

“We’re taking you to dinner tonight,” said Jason. “No arguments, okay?”

My mom stuck around to help me clean up. She chattered animatedly about the past, and we actually managed to have a decent conversation for a change.

Finally on my own, I was lounging back in Dad’s recliner, allowing memories to wash over me, when the doorbell rang. I was startled from my reverie; who would possibly be calling? I wasn’t expecting Uncle Jason back for hours yet.

Pushing myself out of the chair with an effort, I made my way to the door. DEA Agent Bridgett Ramscone waited on the doorstep. It was the first time I’d seen her in anything other than her sensible black suit. She was wearing designer jeans that hugged her hips, cowboy boots, and a fleece-lined denim jacket. Instead of the usual bun, her hair was loose around her shoulders.

“Are you going to admire the view all afternoon, or are you going to invite me in?” she inquired.

I realized that I’d been gawking. Embarrassed, I stepped to the side, holding the door open. “Please, come in,” I said, with as much dignity as I could muster.

She stepped inside, pulled her boots off, and cast her eyes around the spacious open-concept living area. “This is beautiful,” she intoned, sounding as if she meant it.

I smiled as I gestured for her to follow me into the living room. “Dad owned the local lumber yard. He was pretty chummy with all of the contractors and got good deals on anything he wanted done for himself. He had this built after he married my stepmom. Have a seat.” I gestured towards one of the two matching recliners, seating myself in the one that had been Dad’s favorite.

“By ‘stepmom’,” she said, “you mean Tracy Hastings, maiden name Belgarde. Married your father in 2010, died in a snowmobile accident in 2018. You personally responded to the accident scene. You got her to the hospital alive, but she didn’t make it.”

I raised my eyebrows, but said nothing,

“As for the house, and the lumberyard,” she went on, “you’re now the proud owner of both. Have you decided to liquidate, or hang onto them?”

I forced my face into impassivity. “I think I might keep the house,” I said. “About the business, I’m not sure yet.”

Bridgett nodded thoughtfully. “I think it’d be tough to walk away from this house.”

I decided that I wasn’t in the mood for whatever game she was playing. “How can I help you, Agent Ramscone?”

Bridgett grimaced. It was the first expression I’d seen on her face that didn’t seem premeditated.

“I’ll level with you,” she said. “We’re coming up snake eyes on this investigation, and I’m just about out of leash. I can’t keep this many resources tied up in a nowhere place like this – no offense – for much longer. I can stretch this out another three or four days, a week at most, and I’m going to be ordered out of here, with no answers and no action taken.”

“That really sucks,” I said, “but I’m not sure what you think I can do to help.”

“First of all, you can tell me what you know about Terrance Wilder.”

So that’s how it was. “First George Fronse, now you,” I said, my tone positively acidic. “If you’re blaming Terry for any of this, I’m not buying what you’re selling. Anyway, what am I going to tell you that you don’t already know? You know exactly what I inherited from my dad, you know who my stepmom was and how she died… now you’re gonna tell me you don’t know more about Terry’s background than I do? Especially with his ex-wife’s history. I figure you’ve plowed that field pretty deep.”

Her only reaction to my tirade was a thin smile. “So you do know. My understanding from the interviews I’ve conducted over the past week is that your friend Terry is quite secretive about his past. Until now, I have yet to talk to anyone who’s aware of his ex’s criminal conviction.”

I shrugged. “So he’s private. That’s not a crime.”

She laced her hands in her lap and regarded me solemnly. “What you probably don’t know is that there were plenty of agents involved in Kathryn Wilder’s arrest who were far from convinced that Terrance was as clueless as he claimed to be. Oh, he was never brought up on charges, because there was absolutely no direct evidence to the contrary. Tell me this much: does Mr. Wilder strike you as a stupid man?”

I snorted. “Terry’s maybe the smartest person I know.”

She nodded. “I agree. Hell, it’s not even a matter of agreement, it’s an objective fact. The man has a tested IQ that makes most of us look like carrots by comparison. He ought to be in a lab somewhere curing cancer or inventing warp drive, you know?”

I found myself nodding in agreement. She wasn’t wrong.

“So you’ll forgive us if we’re a little skeptical that a man that bright lived with the top dog of a multi-million dollar international drug trafficking ring for ten years, had four children with her, and was utterly oblivious to what was going on. I’m not even suggesting that he was necessarily involved, just that he had to have at least known she was doing something illegal.”

I shrugged. “Are you suggesting he’s involved in what’s going on around here? I think that’s ridiculous. We were together on the Sam Jensen call; he was as perplexed as I was.”

Bridgett shook her head. “Honey, in my experience, most men that intelligent fall into one of two categories. They’re either socially inept and can’t get laid if their lives depend on it, or they’re… well… really scary people. Sociopaths, or worse. He might not have been as perplexed as he led you to believe.”

“Do you have any actual reason to think he’s involved, or just weird theories about how smart guys interact socially?”

“We have reason to believe there are very prominent international traffickers conducting some kind of operation in the Franklin County area. That’s how this all started. And we figure they have to be involved with what happened at the former meat locker. I can’t go into detail, but there’s a great deal of money and organization wrapped up in what was going on there.”

She sat forward. “But here’s the thing. There’s no way in hell that they pulled it off without local contacts and assistance. They set up some fairly sophisticated infrastructure to get supplies in and out, and electrical power to a facility that hasn’t been hooked to the grid in thirty years. Not to mention drawing in a number of local young people as guinea pigs without raising any red flags… until those young people started to get sick.”

“And you think Terry is part of that.”

“Not necessarily, but only because I know it’s a mistake to jump to conclusions. Do that, and your brain shuts down. A number of my agents are absolutely convinced that he’s involved. On what evidence, you might ask? It’s very simple: two of the traffickers who led us to start keeping a closer eye on this area in the first place are people who have had past dealings with Kathryn Wilder’s organization.”

I leaned my head back, gazing up at the ceiling. What she was hitting me with was a more sophisticated version of George Fronse’s paranoia. This time I wasn’t buying it even a little bit.

“If you really think Terry would help set up a drug operation in a place where his kids might be impacted, then you don’t know him,” I said at last. “Those girls are his world, and you’d know that if you saw them together. He wouldn’t put them at risk, even if he was involved in something like that.”

“Oh, I have seen them together,” Bridgett said, “but only in public settings. They look like the picture-perfect Leave it to Beaver American family, and in 2022 that by itself is kind of weird to see. The only thing missing is a mom in an apron. In private, you’d say he’s a devoted father?”

“Oh, Christ, yes,” I replied. “He spends tons of time with them, helps them with their homework, takes them places. Exactly the kind of dad mine wasn’t, to be honest. They adore him.”

“Has he said anything regarding his ex-wife’s activities that would lead one to believe he might have known what she was doing?”

“He’s barely talked about it at all,” I replied, electing not to tell her that I myself had only learned this very recently, “but he says he didn’t know. He told me that she had a lot of money invested and it was doing well, so he never questioned why she was rich. I believe him.”

A thought struck me. “Have you questioned those traffickers you were keeping an eye on? That’d probably be more useful than talking to me.”

She sighed. “Of course we have. But they’ve got themselves set up perfectly. Ordinary apartments, ordinary jobs in one of the neighboring small cities… all the outward appearances of ex-cons trying to get a fresh start. More than that, they were smart enough to not run like hell after the meat locker operation got hit. And these guys have been through the wringer enough times that being shaken down doesn’t ruffle their feathers. They’ll answer enough simple questions to look good, and then lawyer up the moment the questions get hard. And with the only evidence being their presence, the moment they say the word lawyer we pretty much have to let it go. There’s no point in continuing.”

There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Well, I was uncomfortable. Bridgett Ramscone, damn her, seemed to be perfectly at ease.

“Look,” Bridgett said at last, “you’re probably right about Terry Wilder. I admit that I’m grasping at straws here. I do think it’s a damn strange coincidence that he moved out to this backwater for no apparent reason, and then four years later some of his ex-wife’s former business associates appear in the same area and all this happens. But coincidence is all I have, and it’s not enough to condemn a man. You might as well forget I said anything.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” I said slowly, choosing my words with care. “If Terry’s as smart as you think he is, would he paint a target on his back like this? All this circumstantial stuff… yeah, it seems to point straight to him, doesn’t it? But he’d know that, wouldn’t he? I would think he’d be smart enough to not shit where he eats.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Seriously, come work for me. I could have you in a training seminar starting next week. It’s a major flaw in the argument, and it’s been bugging me, but I wouldn’t have expected a layperson to see it. And now that I think about it…” she stopped talking.

“It’s more like someone is setting it up so it looks like he might be involved,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s what I’m thinking. It’s not even like someone is trying to take him down, just generate enough suspicion to create a distraction.” She sighed heavily and sat back. “Which of course leaves us exactly where we were before. I’m going to stretch this out for as long as I can get away with it, but by this time next week my superiors are going to order me back to Minneapolis.”

She laced her hands across her belly. “That’s as far as I can go without letting you in on confidential information. With your knack for deduction, I’d love to have you look over all of the evidence, but I’d never be able to clear it with my bosses. Forget about it.”

“Works for me,” I said, relieved to be done playing question-and-answer.

But Bridgett Ramscone wasn’t anywhere near finished. “So instead,” she murmured, ”let’s talk about your relationship with Halee Wilder.”

On to Chapter Fourteen!

by kinkys_sis and kinkychic

When I open my eyes I can see this girl staring back at me. She’s sexy as fuck. The few clothes she’s still wearing are in total disarray, and her panties are exposed.

I lie there looking. I want to touch her but I’m scared she’ll run away. My eyes try to focus on those tiny panties and what they hide. Oh my God, she’s so hot lying in front of me like that!

My senses are becoming aroused. What would she do if I touched myself right now? I reach my hand downwards. She copies my movements. So she wants to play as well.

I watch her hand disappear into the top of her panties. I can see the bulge of her knuckles moving through the thin material, right where her pussy would be.

My fingers separate my labia. It feels so good when they slide into the warm, slippery wetness.

The girl is watching me, just as I’m watching her. She has a silly grin, but I don’t care because she’s fucking herself in front of me and that’s all that matters right now. I delve deeper, moving my fingers faster and faster, fascinated as she does the same.

My phone’s lying next to me on the floor. I wonder if she would let me take a picture of her. I’ll go slowly. She’ll see what I’m doing, and if she wants to stop me she can. She’s so into playing with herself maybe she won’t even notice.

I switch to the camera. It’s tricky trying to do it one-handed but I have no intention of taking my other hand out of my knickers. I keep the phone low, resting it on the floor, then click. She doesn’t seem to care. She’s too busy with her own pussy. This is so fucking hot.

My panties are becoming a nuisance so I push them down. So much better.

She takes hers off too. Her hand is poised at a slight angle above her pussy, like she wants to give me the clearest view possible. Two of her fingers are pumping in and out. I can see the way she glistens as she spreads her juices everywhere.

My phone clicks again. I hope I’ve caught the spread of her pussy lips and the way her clit pokes into view.

I reach for my own clit, rolling it between two fingers, the sensations causing me to close my eyes. I force them open again. I don’t want to stop looking at her.

I’m close to coming. She looks like she’s ready too. I want us to watch each other as we climax. Somehow I manage to click the camera once more, capturing her as she reaches orgasm.

We both lay there on the floor breathing heavily, gazing at one another’s spent bodies. When I smile, so does the girl in the large swivel mirror. I’ve always liked watching myself masturbate.

I’m stiff and cold. I don’t know how I ended up on the floor. I drank so much last night. There’s always a price to pay for that the next morning.

Slowly I get to my knees and lean against the bed to let the nausea pass. I don’t want to be on the floor anymore – it’s cold and hard, but my bed is warm and soft.

I manage to crawl beneath the duvet. I still have my clothes on, but I’ll worry about that later.

When I close my eyes the room spins.

I still feel horny.

I can’t help thinking about Jess.

***

It’d been a couple of weeks ago when I’d last visited my older sister. She’d gone out with friends and I was asked to look after Jess, my twelve-year-old niece. At eighteen, I was closer in age to my niece than I was my sister, and the two of us always had fun spending time with each other.

That particular day we played on her Xbox. Jess was so much better than me at video games, but in my defence, I had been a bit distracted.

Jess had a carefree way of lying on her tummy as she played. She would swing her legs about in excitement, her short skirt riding up and giving me constant views of her panty-clad arse from my place on her bed. At first it didn’t particularly register, but after a while I found myself sneaking a peek at her flashing knickers whenever I could.

Things didn’t improve when we went downstairs to have a bite of lunch. Jess sat cross-legged opposite me on the sofa, skirt rucked up round her waist.. She seemed oblivious to the display she was treating me to, but I was more than aware. I thought I could even see a little damp patch directly in the middle of her crotch.

I was unnerved to realise I was actually getting turned on by a twelve-year-old girl, and my own niece at that.

I took a bite of my sandwich and glanced up at Jess. She had a little smirk on her face, eyes sparkling mischievously. Did she know what she was doing to me? Was she doing it on purpose?

I felt myself flush, and looked away guiltily.

“What’s up, Becks?” my niece cooed. “I thought you enjoyed looking. You’ve been doing it all morning, after all.”

“W-what?” I stammered. “I wasn’t—”

Jess cut me off. “It doesn’t bother me, actually. I mean, my sexy auntie can’t stop herself looking up my skirt? How cool is that?”

I had no idea how to respond. I knew it was my job to take control of the situation but I simply wasn’t prepared for a scenario like this. I just couldn’t stop blushing. I began to wish my sister would hurry up and come home so I could get out of there.

Jess touched the front of her panties. “Oops, I got a bit wet down there. Must be ’cause you were looking. I bet you’re wet, as well, after staring at my knicks all afternoon.” She began brushing her fingers across the damp patch.

I was frozen to the spot, unable to speak or move. My eyes were locked onto her fingers as she rubbed herself, unable to look away. How the fuck was I being seduced by my twelve-year-old niece?

Her voice had lost some of its playfulness when she said to me, “Why don’t you do what I’m doing? I know you want to, I can see it in your face. I’d like it if you did.”

Still in a daze, I felt my hands pulling up my skirt. The tip of Jess’s tongue was trapped between her lips in anticipation, like she was about to unwrap a birthday present. I saw her eyes go wide when my panties came into view, and she began rubbing herself faster. The damp spot on her own knickers was getting bigger, but who was I to judge? – mine were soaked through as well. Without thinking, I eased the crotch aside and went straight for my pussy.

Jess let out a delighted gasp, then pulled her own knickers to one side.

A surge of lust washed over me at the sight of that gorgeous tight slit. “Open your pussy for me, Jess. I want to see inside,” I heard myself say as I spread my labia apart. “Look, like this.”

She gave another gasp, then her face lit up with a huge grin. She dipped two fingers inside her firm lips and prised them open. I could see deep inside now, the dark prick of her pee hole, the little pink swell of her clitoris.

I brought two fingers up to my own nub. “Rub yourself here, just like I’m doing.”

Now we were both strumming away keenly. I knew this must be a spot she’d never considered before, judging by the look of total surprise on her face. That look soon gave way to intense concentration as her eyes shuttered to mere slits, not quite closed but almost.

“Have you made yourself come before, Jess?” I asked, unsure if she’d know what I meant.

“I… I think so, kinda, just a bit,” she replied absentmindedly. “I’ll probably know in a minute. I never felt like this before.”

A faint voice in the back of my mind had another go at persuading me to stop this madness. What the fuck are you doing? How could you let this happen? I really should have listened to that voice, but I don’t think I was capable of stopping, even if I’d wanted to.

Jess was rubbing herself furiously, suddenly going stiff. Her legs pistoned off the edge of the sofa, hips bucking wildly. “Becks!” she wailed. “It… it’s happening!”

I’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in all my life. Just watching my twelve-year-old niece in the throes of a bonafide orgasm right in front of me was enough to tip me over the edge. Both of us had our eyes glued to each other’s pussy as we climaxed together.

I’d always had doubts that squirting was a real phenomenon, that it was anything more than porn movie theatrics or the product of overenthusiastic writers. But now I was witness to distinct little spurts from Jess as she came, the fluid trickling down her legs and onto the sofa.

She sat there exhausted, chest heaving, hand still clamped between her thighs. I got up and approached the couch, covering her hand with mine as I knelt on the floor. My other hand caressed her cheek. “Hey, clever girl. That was so hot. Did that ever happen to you before?”

Jess shook her head. “Not like that.”

“Okay. If you were in any doubt – that was definitely an orgasm.”

She gave me a big grin. “You’ve always been my favourite aunt. But now you’re even more special!”

The two of us laughed together. “We just shared something pretty amazing. I’m not sure we should have, but we did.” I leaned into her, sweeping the hair from her face. “Would you mind if I gave you a little kiss, just to kind of seal the deal?”

Jess sat up straight, her hands coming to rest upon my shoulders. “You really want to kiss me? Oh my God, yes please!”

Her lips smacked against mine enthusiastically. It was pretty awkward as kisses went, but it was also completely wonderful. When we’d finished, Jess clung to me tightly. “Becks, you’re amazing!”

I untangled myself and rose to my feet. “I think we’ve got a little cleaning up to do before your mum gets home,” I said, gesturing at the wet patch on the sofa.

She suddenly became aware of the mess she’d made. A hand went to her mouth in horror. “Oh, God, did I pee? I’m so sorry!”

“What on earth are you apologising for?” I asked with a chuckle. “It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

***

I’m still aroused. I can’t sleep. I remember the pics I took of myself and pick my phone up to scroll through them. They’re fucking hot, if I do say so – sorta nasty and slutty.

A drunken thought enters my head before I can stop it: I bet Jess would like to see them.

I have her number.

I compose a chaotic, badly spelt message that ends with, Don’t forget to delete, will you? After hesitating a moment, then deciding it’s definitely a brilliant idea to send my twelve-year-old niece pictures of her aunt masturbating, I press send. There. Done.

Somehow I manage to set my alarm, then sleep finally takes me.

When it goes off several hours later I nearly smash it to bits as it rattles my brain with its awful noise. I lay there holding my head. Never again.

My phone pings. “Fuck off…” I groan, but pick it up anyway to see who’s texting me at this time of the morning.

It’s from Jess.

My heart skips, then sinks a little. I’ve just remembered what I sent her last night. “Oh, Christ.”

The message simply reads: WOW! XXXXXXX, but there’s an attachment with it. I open it up and find myself gawping at a close-up of my niece’s pussy. Before I can fully absorb this, my phone pings again.

I’m all warm down there thinking about you XXXXX.

Suddenly the phone rings, making me jump out of my skin. I feel a surge of guilty panic, but then see the caller is Jess. “Hi, sexy,” I tell her, the words out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I like your pic.”

“I like yours too,” she replies. “I wanted to ask you something, Becks.”

“Hmm?”

“When we were watching each other that day, did you… did you want to touch me?”

I hesitate before answering. We’d just been looking. That’s all it was – looking. But the line was thin and it would be so easy to cross. Why pretend otherwise?

“Yeah. I did. Would you have let me, Jess? Would you have wanted me to?”

“I never thought about it before that day,” she tells me earnestly. “But I’m thinking about it a lot now. I’d definitely let you. I keep looking at your pics and wondering what it’d be like to touch you, and have you touching me the same way.” A short pause on the end of the line. “Do you think we might… Are we gonna do that?”

“I think we might.” We shouldn’t, though. God knows, we shouldn’t. “Fuck… I really do want to touch you, Jess.”

Ten minutes later I’m in the shower trying to wash my hangover and arousal away. Ten minutes after that I’m beginning to feel I’ve arrived back in the real world. Down in the kitchen I drink coffee and nibble on a piece of toast.

***

Two weeks later, and I still hadn’t found an opportunity to get together with Jess – at least not when her mum wasn’t around – but we’d exchanged a few more pics. She loved to capture herself fucking her pussy and pulling her little clit. I still hoped we’d find the time to be alone one day, but I was content with the picture sharing, and at least I’d managed to bury my feelings of guilt.

I was in my room scrolling through the pics of Jess again – and thinking about sticking a hand down my panties – when the door swung open and in marched my eleven-year-old sister Lucy. The little shit hadn’t bothered to knock, and she was well aware I didn’t allow that. I quickly clicked my phone screen off. “What the fuck, Luce! You’re supposed to knock.”

“Yeah, I know,” she replied haughtily. “But it’s important, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Cheeky little bitch. I was about to tell her to piss off, but she stuck her hands on her hips and gave me a devious smirk. “You and me are gonna play a game. First, you’re gonna show me your pussy. And that’s just for starters!”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. I sat there with my mouth hung open for a moment before I managed to find some words. “Now you really can fuck off, and be quick about it! Go! Now!”

My brat of a sister just stood there smirking at me. “Nope. You’re gonna show me. Then you’re gonna look at mine. And I’m not going anywhere until you agree.”

I was dumbfounded. What the hell had come over her? She’d always been an obnoxious little squirt, but to burst into my room and say something like that to me… I had no idea what to make of it. I hadn’t even considered that she might be interested in sex yet. And who taught her to use the word pussy?

I looked her over, trying to make sense of the situation. Maybe the pictures of Jess, and the thought of masturbating to them, had suddenly caused me to see my younger sister in a new light. It came as quite a surprise. I couldn’t find a chance to get together with Jess, but maybe…

Lucy was gorgeous, actually, but that wasn’t the point. There was no way she was talking to me like that. “You wanna tell me why you think you can speak to me that way? Why don’t you go and play with your teddy or something?”

Lucy’s grin grew inexplicably wider. “Actually, Teddy does feel nice to play with. He knows what I want. Now you’re gonna know, too.”

She’s gone completely mental, I thought, but before I could reply she pulled out her phone. “Maybe I should show you these before you say anything else.”

Everything became clear in an instant.

The pics! Of course. Jess must have sent Lucy my pics. The two of them were aunt and niece, but being almost the same age, they were more like best friends. And best friends shared everything.

I’d just lost all my bargaining chips in one fell swoop. My stomach lurched. This was a nightmare.

“Don’t look so worried, sis,” Lucy chuckled gleefully, scrolling through the pics of me and Jess while I looked on in horror. “This is gonna be fun! Nobody else has to see them. Well… not if you do as I say. Think about it like this: If you like Jess’s pussy so much, you’ll probably like mine too, won’t you? And my pussy’s much easier to get at. Sorta… closer to home, y’know?”

I was caught in her trap and we both knew it. My little sister was telling me she wanted us to have sex – demanding it, in fact – and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

Resigned to my fate, I let my eyes travel down her body again, and felt an all-too familiar tingle between my legs. Despite the uncomfortable situation I found myself in, or maybe because of it, I was actually beginning to get turned on, considering my sister sexually for the first time. It’s not as if I had much of a choice.

Lucy must have seen something change in my expression. She slowly began to lift her skirt. The first glimpse of her panties came into view, then more of them were revealed as she raised her skirt even higher, holding the hem with one hand while the other grasped the waistband of her knickers and tugged them down her legs.

I held my breath as my sister’s mound came into view, a few wispy hairs sprinkled on otherwise bare skin, a neat little slit intersecting each beautiful segment of labia. When her panties fell to her ankles she stepped out of them, spreading her feet apart a little so I could see clearly.

I looked up to see her confident grin had faltered somewhat. There was vulnerability there now, as if she was seeking my approval. As if she were saying, Please like me, sis.

“Luce…” I murmured, my anger at her intrusion and subsequent blackmailing all but forgotten. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Her smile returned. “So… now it’s your turn, okay? Just like you did with Jess.”

I stood up and twisted my skirt round so I could undo the fastener. It fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. As I reached for my skimpy panties Lucy stopped me. “No, wait. Do a spin for me! I wanna see how sexy you look.”

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I did as she asked, turning slowly on my heels until she cried, “Stop!”

I peered over my shoulder and saw her ogling my arse. “Wow. Jess was right – you do have the sexiest bum.” She was gently rubbing her pussy lips, teasing at them with the tips of her fingers. “Okay, keep facing that way and take your panties off.”

She’s got an arse fixation, I thought. A flush of excitement pulsed through me at the thought. I bent forward as I lowered my knickers, deliberately keeping hold of them all the way down to my ankles. If she wanted to see my bum, that’s exactly what the conniving little imp was gonna get.

I heard her gasp and knew she could see my arsehole, and most likely the lips of my pussy too. I was kind of getting into this now, content to just stand there for a while, bent over at the hips. “You like?”

I caught sight of her through my legs. Her fingers had slipped inside her pussy lips and were rubbing more urgently now.

“Can I stand up now, Luce? The blood’s rushing to my head.”

Lucy grunted some sound of affirmation, and as I straightened I lifted my top over my head in one swift movement. When I turned back to her I was naked and horny as fuck. The look of complete awe on my sister’s face pleased me. She didn’t seem to know where to look first, her eyes roving from my pussy to my tits and then back again.

“Okay, little sis,” I said. “You started this game. Now it’s time to let me see you.”

Lucy peered down at herself shyly. “I don’t have boobs like you do, though… only small ones. You probably won’t like them.”

I gave her a chuckle. “Trust me, I absolutely love little budding titties. Come on, show me.”

She pulled her t-shirt over her head and then stood awkwardly, that worried look back again.

I walked towards her. “Luce, they’re fucking divine.” My hands enclosed the soft peaks. They were bigger than I’d expected; I was surprised she hadn’t started wearing a training bra. She stood there still while I touched them, peering down at my fingers as they brushed back and forth. “Why don’t you feel mine too, baby sis?” I cooed.

She brought her hands to my chest, tentatively placing them on my bigger breasts. I let her touch and explore at her own pace while I watched her nipples awaken, my fingers encouraging them to stiffen and grow. Her titties reminded me of little pointed cones.

Then she was pinching and flicking at my own stiffening nipples. “Shall we… do you want to kiss me?” I asked her.

She gazed into my eyes, then gave a little nod. Ever so slowly, I drew closer, my eyes never leaving hers. We let our lips brush lightly together, before pulling away for a brief moment. Lucy leaned towards me as my arms encircled her, pulling her into my embrace. Our lips came together a second time. It was a better kiss than the one I’d had with Jess. I wondered if she’d been practising with someone.

I let myself drown in my sister’s kiss, surrendering to my growing lust. I grasped her bum with both hands, pulling her hard against my naked body, lifting her up so her pussy was adjacent to mine, nipples brushing against my breasts. And then my hips were moving, our mounds rubbing, grinding together.

I could feel Lucy’s chest starting to heave as she clutched at my back. Her fingers snaked down and settled on my arse, and it was just too much for me – I had to have her. Breaking the kiss, I lowered my sister to the floor and crooned, “Come over here.”

I lay down on my bed, pulling Lucy with me. For a while we just lay there facing one another. “I kinda think you just stitched me up, little sister, but I’m glad you did. Now lay back. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

She did as I asked. I gave her another kiss before nuzzling my way down her neck, then further still until I reached her barely-there breasts. Lucy peered down at me as my lips enclosed a nipple, her mouth forming an ecstatic O. She gave a little shiver when I touched her pussy, tracing a path round its tightly shaped contours with my finger.

I carefully eased my way inside her, and for the first time I was exploring a pussy that wasn’t my own. The fact that it was my sister’s pussy made the deed all the more exciting. I felt her legs moving apart for me. When I glanced down I saw how wet she was, her need clearly as great as mine.

As my finger probed the tight hole, Lucy’s breathing took on a more laboured note and she began to wriggle about. I took her other nipple into my mouth, and she grasped at my hair, little keening noises emerging from her lips. I glanced up at her. It was plain to see she was enjoying every second of this.

When my thumb found her clitoris and brought it to life, Lucy gave a squeal of delight, her hips pushing up to meet my hand, desperate for the heightened contact.

Suddenly I realised I wanted her clit between my lips.

Not knowing what I intended, Lucy tried to stop me pulling away from her chest. On my way down, I kissed her tummy but didn’t linger. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I stretched out between her thighs, hesitating a moment. Everything we’d done so far could perhaps be forgiven as simply fooling around. Going down on my own little sister, though, had an undeniable finality to it. I wouldn’t be able to take it back.

But the sight of her glistening pink clit peeking out at me was too hard to resist. I finally trapped it between my lips. Lucy responded with a gasp that trailed off into a moan. I gently kissed the little nub, then followed that with a flick of the tongue. God, she tasted delicious – a clean, refined tang that fed my lust, yet still left me wanting more.

While I sucked her clit, I slipped another finger into her pussy, then began to work them in and out. I fucked her soft and slow at first, her juices and my saliva lubricating the tight hole.

“B-Becks…” Lucy murmured. “I… I think I’m gonna come…”

I mumbled a reply into her pussy. “I know you are, love. I want to see.”

Her hips jerked, thighs gripping my head as she lifted her knees. Then she was still for a brief moment, body pressed against mine, the tremors becoming stronger as she came. I fucked faster and licked harder as Lucy’s frantic wails filled the bedroom.

I was ecstatic. It was hard to believe an eleven-year-old could ever come so intensely, and it was me – her big sister – who’d made her do it. She was gasping for breath, her body limp.

I moved up and kissed her on the cheek. “Happy, now that you got what you wanted?”

Lucy was smiling at me, little tears teasing the corners of her eyes. I kissed them away and she whispered with trembling lips, “I didn’t know it would be so amazing.” She took my face in her hands. “I’m sorry for being such a brat, Becks. I thought about just asking, but I knew you’d get angry and say no, so I used the pics you sent Jess to make you do what I wanted. Do you hate me?”

I kissed her again, this time on the mouth. “How could I possibly hate you? Yeah, I suppose I should be bloody livid that you tried blackmailing me, but, well… I’m not, okay?”

Lucy looked incredibly relieved to hear that. “Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”

“Sure, okay.”

“Have you been with many girls? You seem to know what you’re doing.”

“Would you believe me if I told you that you’re the first girl I’ve properly been with?”

That seemed to surprise her. “Really? Well, if I’m your first, you did an awesome job. I never made myself come like that, ever.” As an afterthought she added, “I suppose you’re my first, too.”

“I suppose so,” I agreed.

I decided it was okay I’d sent those pics after all, but reminded myself they still needed to be deleted – from my phone and Jess’s.

Jess… I wonder how she’d feel about Lucy and me. Not jealous, hopefully. She’d be coming over for a sleepover at the weekend, so the three of us could discuss it then.

I get the feeling we won’t be doing much talking, I thought.

The End