Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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

by Rachael Yukey

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Willie might come in,” I reasoned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you really think she could smell it?”

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We both murmured agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soon to manifest itself: Chapter Ten!

A brief recap: Seventeen-year-old Katia goes to a motorcycle rally, where she has her first-ever sexual experience with two biker women named Fire and Trace. It’s enough to convince her that she is a lesbian. Upon returning home, Katia is alarmed to find herself attracted to her little sister Beth’s best friend Rachel who, like Beth, is only twelve. She tries to resist, but it doesn’t help that Rachel clearly has feelings for her. Beth is upset about this, but gets over it quickly. In fact, she ends up joining Katia and Rachel when they have sex, and Katia ends up going down on her little sister. What next, you ask? Read on, friends…

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you talking to?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up, sis?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On to Part Four!

by Rachael Yukey

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you like those?” Helen asked.

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

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

My jaw dropped. “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I have,” I admitted.

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

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

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

“Yeah, maybe.”

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh. How do you feel about that?”

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

“All the time, or some of the time?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me either,” I told her.

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

“I think so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I froze. Had I gone too far?

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

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

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

Julie giggled. “Your panties are wet.”

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

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

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

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

“Juicy,” I smugly informed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I do a good job?” she whispered.

“It was amazing,” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On to Chapter Nine!

 

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

 

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I love you too, Rachel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked up at me. “Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Katia?” I heard Mum call.

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

On to Part Three!

by Rachael Yukey

Thursday, October 19th, 2006 (evening)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We both got giggling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean an…”

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

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

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

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

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

“More?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Julie and I looked at each other, then back at her. All I could think was how much trouble we could be in if Megan told anyone what she’d just heard.

“Walk with me,” she said, tilting her head in the direction of the school. “I’m on study hall for the next hour, but if you guys don’t get back soon someone’s gonna notice.”

So we walked. Neither Julie or I could find anything to say. But that was okay, because Megan was doing all the talking.“Yeah, I was listening,” she said. “I’ve been catching this vibe from the two of you for the past few weeks. So when I saw you heading out of the playground today, I figured I’d tag along.”

My mind raced through the conversation we’d just had. Did we say anything about Lisa’s part in what happened yesterday? I was pretty sure we didn’t. We’d mentioned talking to her about masturbating being a sin, but that was different. I knew that Lisa would be in a pickle if anyone found out the whole story.

Finally Julie spoke up. “Are you going to get us in trouble?”

“Why would I want to do that?” Megan said, looking shocked. “I get you guys, you know? I mean, I’m gay. I didn’t figure it out till I was a little older than you, but I’m totally into girls.”

“Who says we’re gay?” I asked, trying to act indignant but probably just sounding scared.

Megan snorted. “Oh, please. So you ‘helped’ her get off yesterday? And you both are having fantasies about doing more than just helping? Maybe you’re into guys too, but don’t tell me you’re completely straight. And not only that, you two are totally into each other… whether you realize it yet or not.”

Julie and I looked at each other guiltily, then back at her. My mouth opened, then closed again. A couple of times. Every word Megan had said was true, and I knew it.

As we carefully slipped around the corner of the school building and back onto the playground, Megan slid in between us and put an arm around each of our shoulders. She’s way taller than me, but not that much more than Julie.

“So you’re busy tomorrow and Saturday,” she said. “Would you two wanna hang out Sunday after church? I have a deal with my mom that I don’t have to go to church all the time, but I’ll come and then we’ll ask your parents if you can come back to my place for a while, Mallory. We’ll tell ‘em it’s something for A.L. My mom works after church so it’ll just be us. Can you get away, Julie?”

Julie just stared at her, but I managed to find my voice. “What is it you want to do?” My mouth was dry.

“Oh, just hang out. Talk. It’s cool to have people around who understand some of the things you feel, and I don’t get much of that around here. And maybe I can help you guys sort out some of the things you’re feeling. I sure didn’t get any help when I figured out that I liked girls. What do you say? Julie?”

“I’m in,” said Julie. “Um, if Mallory can come, I mean. I know my dad will be fine with it.”

They both looked at me. “Okay,” I said. I knew Megan was right; my folks wouldn’t even blink. Megan was from the church, and we’d tell them it was a school thing.

Y’know, I just realized something: fibbing to my folks doesn’t bother me anymore, not even a little bit. I feel like it’s just survival!

That was when the recess monitor blew her whistle. Time to go in.

“See you Sunday!” Megan said.

School seemed to drag even worse after that, which I didn’t think was possible. All I wanted was to go straight home and ask my mom about Julie’s invitation to stay at her grandparents’ place.

As it turned out, Mom didn’t even stop to think about it when I asked; just said, “Yes,” and went back to watching her program. Awesome!

I went into the kitchen, dialed Julie’s house, and got her dad. “Hi, Jason,” I said.

“Hey, Mallory!” he replied. “Did you ask your folks about this weekend yet?”

“I sure did! Mom said it was fine. I’m calling to let Julie know.”

“She’s taking a bath,” he said, “but I’ll tell her. Just come with her to our place after school tomorrow. I’ll be on call for the ambulance, but hopefully I’ll see you before you leave. Bring a change of clothes and whatever else you think you need, and make sure you have stuff you can get dirty in. My mom will come pick you ladies up around four. You’ll stay the night at her place, then Lisa and I will come out Saturday morning. You’ll ride back with us at the end of the day and I’ll drop you off at home. Sound like a plan?”

“Sounds great!” I said. “Thanks, Jason!”

“No sweat,” he assured me, then his voice took a more serious tone. “Hey… you doing okay, kiddo?”

“I’m fine,” I told him. “It’s been pretty quiet here.”

“Good to hear. You know where we are if you need anything, got it?”

I thanked him again before hanging up. Then I ran upstairs and got everything packed for the sleepover before dinner.

After we ate, Mom drove to the church to help set up for something that’s happening there tomorrow morning, which meant I got some time to practice piano. My practicing has been really off and on lately, and I miss it. But Mom watches TV almost all the time now, and the piano is in the living room. Maybe I should ask for a keyboard for Christmas. It’d probably be too much money, though.

Never mind. This weekend is going to be AMAZING!

 

Friday, October 19th, 2006

Today was another super-long day in school. You know how when you’re really excited about something, it takes forever to happen? The whole day was like that. I was hoping to spend some alone time with Julie during free period but it was drizzling outside, so they sent us to the gym instead. But Cindy and a few other girls hung out with us, so that was fun, too.

Later on I passed Megan in the hall, and she winked at me. It gave me that tingly sensation, the one I seem to be getting a heck of a lot these days. I always thought she was pretty, but knowing she’s a lesbian AND that she knows about the things me and Julie have been doing makes her exciting, too. And Sunday we’re gonna be alone with her at her house… wow, just thinking about that makes me feel all hot and crazy inside

After school, Julie and I walked to her house. The sun was out by then and the wind wasn’t blowing, so it was pretty nice. It’s not going to be warm again till spring, but it was the kind of late fall afternoon that is just cool enough to be crisp and refreshing.

Lisa was still at work when we arrived, but Jason was there, doing some kind of work in the new bathroom with the door closed. He called out “Afternoon, ladies,” as we came indoors, which made us giggle. We said “Hi,” and went into the kitchen to get a snack, which we brought into the living room. After a moment I heard water running, then Jason came out.

“That’s it,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “This facility is officially open for business. I still need to add a few final touches, but it’s usable.”

I got up to take a look inside. The walls were teal, the ceiling cream. Since I’d last seen it, Jason had put ceramic tiles on the floor, got all the trim up, and installed a toilet and sink. He’d also added a soap dispenser, toothbrush holder, and towel racks. Whatever work he thought was left to do, I sure couldn’t see it.

“It looks great!” I told him. He ruffled my hair, disappeared into the kitchen, and came back out with a bowl of peanuts and a cup of coffee. He was wearing his blue EMS sweatshirt and his pager.

“Hey Dad,” said Julie, trying maybe a little too hard to sound casual, “Mal and I were wondering about something. Some Bible stuff we thought you might know.”

Jason looked surprised. “You mean there’s something I can tell you girls that Mallory’s parents can’t? Or the pastor, for that matter?”

“Welllll… it’s kind of something that we’d rather not ask them. You know?”

“No, I really don’t,” said Jason with a puzzled shrug.

Julie hesitated a long moment. Oh, Lord, I realized, she’s actually gonna ask. “Do you know anything about what the Bible has to say about sex?” she finally blurted.

Jason snorted. “It says a hell of a lot. I swear, that book has more to say about who gets to sleep with who than it does about every form of murder and assault combined. I hope you have something more specific in mind.”

I was surprised how easygoing he was with Julie asking questions about sex. My dad would have a cow if I did that! But now Julie was starting to look uncomfortable, so I got brave and bailed her out.

“We were trying to find out if it says masturbation is a sin,” I said. The words came out in a rush. My face felt hot, and I knew I must be beet red.

Jason blinked once, shook his head, and then chuckled. “We’d better hope it’s not a sin,” he said. “If it is, pretty much every single human on the planet above the age of thirteen or fourteen is going to hell for sure.” He thought for a moment.

“As near as I was ever able to figure,” he said, “the Christian Bible says nothing directly about masturbation. Some people point to this fellow named Onan… there was a Jewish law that required him to get his brother’s wife pregnant, because his brother died childless. The Bible says that Onan spilled his seed… you know, his semen… on the ground, rather than impregnate her. So God killed him.”

“Wow,” said Julie. “Harsh!”

“And you thought I was an ogre,” Jason said with a laugh. “But that’s how it was during Old Testament times. You did NOT want to get on God’s bad side! But anyway, most Biblical scholars will tell you that it’s really a stretch to interpret that as punishment for masturbation. For one thing, it probably wasn’t even masturbation; it reads more like he pulled out of her right before he ejaculated. Besides, Onan’s real crime was disobeying God’s law and not impregnating his brother’s wife. That is, if you believe that any of it happened at all.” He shot me a quick glance. “Sorry, Mallory… I’m not trying to impugn your beliefs.”

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I kind of wonder about it myself sometimes. So you don’t think it says masturbation is bad?”

“It depends on who you ask. The Catholics will tell you that masturbation is exactly what God slew Onan over; they call it onanism. Others will tell you the Bible says nothing at all about it so it’s fine. But those people are ignoring the elephant in the room, which is lust.”

“What do you mean?” asked Julie.

“Well, to lust after someone is to desire them sexually. Kinda like Lisa lusts after me, even though I’m just with her for her cooking.” We all laughed.

“Obviously we can’t entirely control who we want to have sex with,” Jason went on, “but according to Christian theology to dwell on it and let those thoughts linger… well, that’s lust, and it’s definitely sin. The only place it’s permitted is within the confines of marriage. And what goes along with masturbation? Fantasy. Fantasy that usually involves another person. That would definitely fall under the category of lust. So the argument there is that masturbation is a sin on that basis. From a Biblical standpoint, it’s a damn hard argument to refute.”

I spent a minute piecing all of that together, and my throat tightened a little as I realized it didn’t add up to something I wanted to hear.

“Do you think it’s bad, then?” I asked.

“Masturbation or lust or both?”

“Both.”

“If either is bad I was hopelessly damned once I hit puberty, kiddo. Most people would be. Lust is the human condition. Why do you think there are so many unwanted babies in the world? The human sex drive is insanely powerful. And at the end of the day lust is just something that exists in your head. Thoughts don’t hurt anybody. They’re harmless. So no, I don’t think lust is bad. I dn’t think any thoughts are bad. It’s whether you act on them or not.”

“But masturbating is an action,” said Julie.

“An action that hurts nobody,” he replied. “It feels good and does zero harm – a hell of a lot less harm than sex does, sometimes. I don’t think there’s anything wrong at all with masturbation. Hell, I don’t see anything wrong with any kind of sex between consenting partners. But understand this.” He looked at Julie, then me.

“The thing you have to understand here is that I’m not a Christian,” he said. “What I think might not be as important to you as what the Bible says. And on the subject of sex, the Bible is fairly rigid. Lisa and I are in a relationship that runs directly contrary to Biblical teachings, although it’s a teaching more and more Christians seem to be ignoring these days.”

Even at my age, I knew he had a point there. Lots of people in my church have been divorced, and the Bible says that’s wrong. Lots of people who aren’t married are living together, too.

“Do you think lots of Christians masturbate?” I asked.

“I think almost everybody does. Like I said, the human sex drive is one hell of a powerful thing, and most people can’t resist the urge to do something about it. So what’s somebody who’s waiting for marriage before they have sex likely to do? I’d guess most Christians probably take care of themselves, then feel guilty in private. It’s a rule that’s all but impossible to follow. We…”

Julie suddenly sat up straight. “Grandma’s here!” she announced, putting an end to the conversation.

I looked out the front window, and sure enough, a blue Suburban had pulled up in front of the house. A woman was getting out of the driver’s seat. Julie’s dog Benjie jumped up and put his paws on the window, his tongue hanging out.

“Down, boy,” said Jason in a mild tone. Benjie got down, trotted over to Jason, and sat down at his feet. Julie went to the door and opened it as her grandmother reached the porch.

“Hi, Grandma!” she cried, and raced into the woman’s arms.

Julie’s grandma isn’t much taller than Julie. She’s mostly slender but with wide hips, and I guess is in her fifties. Her hair has heavy streaks of gray, but there’s still some dark brown there. She was wearing jeans and a heavy coat.

“Hi, honey,” she said, hugging Julie tight. Jason was crossing the room. I got up and followed.

The woman let go of Julie, and Jason put an arm around her. “Hey there, Mom,” he said. She squeezed him back, then turned to look at me.

“Grandma, this is Mallory,” declared Julie.

“Hi, Mallory,” said Julie’s grandma. “You can call me Helen. How are you?”

“Very well, how are you?” I said. Church manners come automatically to me whenever I meet grownups.

“You’re too polite to be hanging around this house, young lady!” Helen said with a laugh. “Are you two ready to go? I don’t want to stick around too long; I left Grandpa to watch the food.”

Julie put on a fake-terrified look.“Get your stuff fast, Mal,” she said, “or there won’t be anything edible on the table tonight!”

We got our coats on and grabbed our bags. Jason hugged and kissed us both. “Have fun, ladies,” he said.

Piling into the Suburban, we settled in for the ride. Jason waved from the porch as Helen backed out of the drive, then we were on our way.

Okay, I stayed up longer than I meant to because there was so much to tell, and I still didn’t finish! Julie’s asleep, and I’m writing this in the bathroom at her grandparents house. I’ll have to do the rest later.

On to Chapter Eight!

Introduction from JetBoy: Over the last couple of years, our site has been graced by an amazing bunch of stories from a delightful pair of sibling authors I like to call The Sisters Kinky, who write under the names kinkychic and kinkys_sis. They’re both quite prolific, but kinkys_sis has shifted into warp speed of late, knocking out stories like John Henry hammering steel. At present, I have in my possession over twenty of her works of erotic fiction, awaiting the proofreader’s touch. But kinkychic can still turn out a real cracker of a yarn, as the story below proves conclusively.

In the case of the story you are about to read, the end result turned out a bit differently than usual. As I began to edit, I kept catching myself wanting to expand on the original text, fleshing out kinkychic’s ideas and adding a few of my own. Both sisters have always given me free reign as an editor, so I went with my instincts, then nervously sent her the finished first chapter. Lucky for me, she was satisfied with the result, and I worked my way through the rest. Nonetheless, the original plot, characters and story belong to kinkychic, so the lion’s share of credit should go to her as well. 

On the other hand, if you don’t like it, I take full responsibility. Thanks for reading.

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Originally written about four years ago, but now re-edited, expanded, and brought up to date with an additional chapter.

Parts of this story are based on actual events, but it is still a fantasy. Naturally, all the names have been changed. There is a minor character named Toni’s whose first language is not English… thus, expect a few stilted remarks from her.

***

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

 

All the salesmen were busy, so I wandered around the bike shop, nothing much grabbing my attention. I idly picked up a leaflet to peruse while I waited.

Some guy’s voice broke into my reverie. “You thinking of going?”

“Going? Where?” I asked.

He pointed to the leaflet. “The bike rally. Ever been before?”

I studied the flyer more closely. “Oh, er… no, I haven’t. Is it any good?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, man, it’s so much more than good. Great bikes, great music…. You should give it a try, I never miss it.” He gave me a smile, sidling a little closer. “You could keep me company if you’d like. We’d have an amazing time.”

Shit, this guy was hitting on me. Quickly returning the leaflet to the stack, I said, “No, that’s okay, thanks. I doubt if I could make it anyhow.”

The guy shrugged. “Whatever. Your loss.” He turned and wandered away, acting as if he was the one giving me the brush-off.

Fuck you, too, I thought.

With him gone, I took back the leaflet, folded it up and slipped it into my pocket. A bike rally, eh? Sounds interesting.

Back home, I looked up the bike show on Google. It actually did look like something I’d be into. Maybe I’ll give it a go, I decided.

***

Come the day of the bike rally, I got dressed, then realised I had no idea what to take along. Fucking hell, I thought, making a face. It was a two-day event, but I didn’t own anything suitable for sleeping rough – not a tent, not even a sleeping bag. Sod it, I told myself. I’ll just go for the day.

Bikes were pouring into the field when I arrived, more than I’d ever seen in one place. Every model imaginable, all kinds of shapes and sizes. I even spied a Vincent Black Shadow! Wow, I thought, this is so awesome!

I parked up, removed my helmet and gave my long hair a shake-out.

The first priority was to polish the road dust off of my bike. I was buffing away when this long-haired bearded guy came up. “Heyyyy… nice bike, doll. Triumph 900cc T100, am I right?”

Now, if there’s one thing I hate, it’s being called doll, chick, girlie and such like. “I’m not a doll,” I replied, trying to keep my voice low and even. The temptation was there to tell him Fuck off, twat face, but I didn’t want to walk into an ugly situation after I’d only just got there.

He held a hand up. “Hey man, sorry. No offence intended. So… what do I call you?”

“Bluntly? You don’t, and I’m busy.”

Okay, he clearly didn’t appreciate that. The wanker was about to speak up yet again, then a female voice came from behind me. “What’s the bother, babe?”

Now, I don’t much like getting called babe, either, but when I turned to face this woman, the retort died in my mouth. This tall, impressive Amazon of a woman was looking at the guy with a scowl on her face.

I was struck speechless for a moment, but managed to recover in time to reply, “No bother, really. I was about to tell this tosser to beat it.”

She turned back to the guy, fixing him with a glare intense enough to strip paint. “You heard the lady, fuckface. Get lost.”

He clearly wanted to say something especially nasty, but when my defender casually flexed her muscles, he thought better of it. “Okay, okay, I get the message.” He turned and stalked away, but I heard his parting shot. “Fucking dykes.”

Amazon took a step after him, but a pretty girl standing alongside grabbed her arm. “Leave him, Fire. The arsehole ain’t worth it.”

“Yeh, I reckon you’re right,” the woman replied, but then she called out, “Pencil dick!” to the guy, then let loose with a loud cackle of laughter.

They turned back to me, and the pretty one spoke. “Hi, I’m Trace. My mate here is called Fire. You might guess why.”

I could. The woman packed an obvious attitude, and had the looks to go with it. One side of her head was shaved clean, whilst the other sported long purple and black hair. She was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket which showed her muscles off to some effect. Her arms and neck were covered in tattoos. I remember thinking she’d be a real stunner if she wasn’t quite so butch.

Suddenly it struck me that I was staring. “Um, sorry, I’m being rude. I’m Katia. Oh, and thanks for stepping in there.”

“No problem,” Fire murmured. She and Trace were studying my bike, which came in a gorgeous sapphire blue. “Nice colour… yeah, I like that colour,” Fire continued, stepping back to get a better look. You cleanin’ it for your fella?”

I was taken aback. Did she think I was some biker boy’s piece? “No, I’m not here with a fella, the bike’s mine. It’s the 2004 limited edition, the only year it came in this colour. Just so happens that it matches my eyes.”

Fire and Trace both leaned forward to check my eyes. Trace said, “Nice. And no offence meant. It’s great to see more women bikers at these rallies.”

Fire studied me for a moment. “So, you’re alone here, then. Not good.” She glanced at Trace, “Yeh? What d’ya think?”

Trace nodded. “You wanna stick with us, Katia? You shouldn’t be on your own. Too many rough blokes about.”

I didn’t need time to think. They were right – this was no place for a young girl to fly solo. Anyhow, I already felt an enormous liking for these two. “Oh, sure, if you don’t mind, I’d love the company.”

“Then bring your machine and come with us!” Fire said, grinning hugely.

At their campsite, Fire and Trace had a tie-up separate tent they used to stow their bike. I was struggling a bit manoeuvring my Triumph on the grass. It’s an awesome bike, but heavier than it looks. Taking pity on me, Fire took over and, as if it were weightless, she soon had it stowed.

“So, it’s early yet. Music starts in an hour or so. We usually grab ourselves beers and have a look round,” Fire said.

“You want to come too, right?” Trace asked me. I hesitated, then gave her a shy nod. She laughed and exclaimed “Great!“ She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze. “Oh, Kat, we’re gonna have a great time!”

That’s another nickname I don’t like, but I thought, Hey, so what? It sounds good the way she says it.

A couple of beers later, we’d checked out hundreds of bikes and the music was just getting started. The leaflet had said there would mostly be heavy rock bands and rockabilly groups. I’ve never been that much into heavy rock, but I love rockabilly. I got that from my dad who’d been an old fashioned rocker before he had died.

I was having a great time, enjoying the company of my new friends as the day flew by. I had more beers than I usually allowed myself and was feeling a bit lightheaded, and the music was deafening, but I was in a marvellous mood.

***

Eventually, it began getting dark. “So, where’s your gear?” Fire asked me. “You did bring a tent, right?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t own a tent, so I wasn’t gonna stay the night.”

“No, no, girl. You’ve drunk way too much to ride home tonight. You don’t wanna end up wiped out in a ditch, do ya?”

She was right, but what else could I do? It had got too damp and cold for me to sleep in the open.

Fire glanced at Trace, who gave a little nod. “Kat, the best thing is for you to stay with us in our tent. We got plenty of room. Then you can catch the rest of the rockabilly bands tomorrow. The Lonely Blue Boys are playin’, and they’re absolutely ace.”

I didn’t need time to think. It was the ideal solution. “If you’re sure it’s okay… then yeah, count me in! I think it’s a great idea.”

“In that case, we can down a few more beers. We’ve also got a jug of wine back at the tent,” said Fire.

“I brought something, too.” Going back to my bike, I fetched out a family-size bag of crisps and some cheesy biscuits.

Trace broke into a huge grin when I returned. “Fuckin’ hell, that’ll hit the spot. There y’go, Fire. I told you she weren’t a free-loader.”

An hour or so and a few more beers later, I knew it was time to stop drinking. I was feeling kinda fuzzy. It was a bit of a tighter fit in the tent than I’d imagined, but still warm and comfy. Trace was lying shoulder to shoulder on one side of me. Fire, the other side but her head was by my feet.

“Y’know, Kat, you got nice legs.” I felt Fire’s fingers on my leg, lazily tracing their way up and down. It felt quite nice, I decided, so I let her touch me.

Trace propped herself up on an elbow and took a handful of my hair. “And your hair is totally gorgeous.” She leaned closer and buried her face in it. “Smells nice, too.” Then I felt her lips touch my ear.

Fuck! Did she just kiss me? Then her tongue traced the edge of my ear. I wanted to protest but again, it felt quite nice really. At the same time, I realised Fire’s hand was moving upward, now just above my knee, and her touch seemed a lot more like a caress.

I felt a surge of panic. God, they were seducing me! I tried to sit up, but Trace’s arm held me in place. “It’s okay, baby… relax,” she murmured.

My mind was in turmoil. I’d never had sex with anyone before… in fact, I hadn’t even been kissed! And I wasn’t into other girls, right? But at the same time, there was a mysterious warmth building inside me, and my pussy was tingling.

Trace nuzzled my cheek. Wow… it felt really nice, but my nerves were still jangling, and I felt uneasy about doing lesbian stuff. I tried to turn away, but something I saw in Trace’s eyes stopped me. For the first time, I saw how utterly beautiful she was, especially her smile. She smelled incredible, too – sort of like cinnamon.

As I stared at her, not knowing whether I was coming or going, Trace whispered, “I know you want me to kiss you, sweet Kat.”

Did I want that? Right then, I wasn’t sure. She kissed me again, on the corner of my mouth. I liked how soft her lips were. Still, this was moving a little too fast for me. I began to speak, but then I found Trace’s lips brushing mine. Oh God, I did like it!

What the hell, I decided. I’ve got to find out what kissing is like some time. Why not with someone I like?

I made myself relax, she moved in and, just like that, I had my first kiss – and it was amazing. Suddenly, the fact that I was doing this with another girl didn’t matter one bit!. In fact, it felt totally right. Before I knew it, I was kissing her back.

I hadn’t been paying as much attention to what Fire was up to… but suddenly I noticed her hand slipping up into the leg of my shorts, the woman’s fingers dancing over my skin until she was only a couple of inches from my pussy.

By then my lips were parted, and Trace’s tongue was slipping between them. I hadn’t realised that my arms had encircled her, pulling her closer to me as I began to return the kiss, my tongue shyly greeting hers.

Someone’s hand was at my waist, sliding under the top I wore, making its way to my boobs. I could feel Fire caress the front of my knickers, touching my slit through the material. I realised Trace was the one touching under my t-shirt when she softly said, “Let’s get this out of the way,” and unhooked my bra. Then she was pinching and tugging at my nipples, switching from one to the other.

At that point, I was lost. The sensations my new friends were giving me were so intense, so lovely. I wanted more. So I didn’t put up any kind of resistance when Trace and Fire began to undress me. My shorts and panties were sliding down, while my top was being pulled up to my shoulders. I raised my arms so Trace could slip it off of me.

I was naked between the two women, and how about that – I wasn’t embarrassed, not at all! In fact, I felt a surge of mixed excitement and pride when Trace said, “Fuck, baby, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” Then she took one of my nipples into the warmth of her mouth.

Fire countered with, “You should see her down here, Trace. This one’s got one of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen. Hmm… wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.” As Fire spoke, she was raising my knees, then spreading my legs wide apart. Oh, my God, I thought. Is she really about to…

Her mouth was on my pussy. She kissed me there several times; then, for the first time in my life, I felt a tongue dip into my slit. Oh fuck, it felt divine. I actually lifted my hips for her, pressing my pussy into Fire’s face. She licked me even deeper.

Turning to Trace, I begged, “Kiss me some more… please?”

“Happy to,” she purred, then got to it. She didn’t just kiss me, she feasted on my mouth, all the while plucking at my nipples.

Fire had opened me up with her fingers while her tongue teased my clit. One moment she flicked, the next she sucked. At the same time, she had two fingers carefully sliding into my vagina.

When Trace broke our kiss, I opened my eyes, startled. She was smiling at me. “I knew you’d enjoy this, babe,” she said. “I can always tell when a girl likes other girls.”

I wanted to ask how she knew before I did, but that was when my climax kicked in. I’d been touching  myself since turning twelve, but these feelings of pleasure were so much more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.

I screwed my eyes shut as my body went iron-rigid. “That’s it, lover… come for us,” said Trace.

Fire was still fingering me, her tongue teasing at my clit… and Trace picked that moment to lightly bite my ear. That was it – the dam burst and I nearly screamed as my orgasm took hold. I was riding a wave that seemed to go on forever. I’ve no idea how many times I came.

Slowly, I drifted down from the stratosphere and back to reality. Trace was kissing my neck, Fire was licking my nipples. I reached down and pulled her up until I could gaze into her eyes. I was thinking about when we met, how I’d found Fire more striking than beautiful. But now, I saw a wild loveliness in her that stole my heart away.

Suddenly feeling shy, I asked her, “Would you kiss me? I’d really like that.”

I tasted my pussy on her lips. When we kissed, Fire wasn’t at all gentle like Trace had been. She crushed her lips to mine, her tongue plunging into my mouth. It was a bruising, wild kiss that shocked me but at that moment, I loved her. So I did my best to give as good as I got.

When we broke apart, she stared at me. “Fuck, girl… you’re good at this!”

Trace laughed, “See why she’s called Fire? It’s not just her temper.”

“Could you tell that was my first time?” I asked them both. “Um… so, did I do okay?”

Fire gave a snort of laughter. “Shit! I owe you a fiver, Trace.” She turned back to me, “She said it would be your first time. Me? I said ‘bollocks.’ So we made the bet. It’s still hard to believe you’ve not fucked one of your friends, at least.” She took my hand; gave it a squeeze. “You’re some hot bitch, Kat.”

I didn’t know whether I ought to be cross at the fact that they’d more or less set out to have their way with me from the start. Then again, why bother? I’d enjoyed it, after all.

“Well, in that case, thank you both. So, do I get to see you two naked?”

“Way to go, baby! Sure you can… but let’s have a drink first,” said Fire. Then she produced the red wine.

It must have been well into the early hours before we slept. I have vague memories of being in a jumble of arms and legs, pussies and arseholes. They taught me how to trib, and what they told me was called a sixty-nine. Then for the grand finale, we got into a pussy circle. Oh my God, we all ended up well and truly fucked to a standstill.

I was awakened by Trace giving me a nudge with her foot. Once I could focus my eyes, I saw she was holding a tray of coffees and slices of toast. That was the best, most needed coffee of my life.

“So, Kat, how old are you?” asked Fire.

“Seventeen,” I replied.

She frowned. “There’s a problem with that, y’know. How come you’re ridin’ a 900? Ain’t legal till you’re twenty-one.”

I broke into a grin. “Oh, that’s easy! See, the bike’s in my mum’s name but it’s mine. I’ve also got a small, way crappier bike that’s in my name. That way I get the time needed to qualify for the higher licence.”

“Cool. Yeah, I like that. See, Trace, we got a clever ‘un here!” Fire responded.

We didn’t drink that day – not alcohol, anyway, just loads of coffee. The rockabilly band Fire liked was really good. I even bought their CD, though it didn’t sound quite so good at home as they were live.

Before I hit the road for home, we swapped numbers, hugs and kisses, and promised to keep in touch. I held their hands one last time and said, “Thanks, guys. Y’know what? I fuckin’ enjoyed that.”

On to Part Two!

by Rosey M

July 10, 2006 – Rhonda

It’d been such a hectic week. Ashley may have told me about her talk with Mom, but judging from the bruising on Mom’s hand, I had the feeling a few details were left out. Plus, she’d been avoiding Ashley like the plague ever since, and had barely said two words to me.

I felt a little guilty by how happy I was that Mom was ignoring me. Some part of me loved her, but I sort of hated her, too. And after what happened that day, I didn’t want to be around her if I could help it.

It was a little weird when Ashley used her laptop’s webcam to take pictures of the marks Mom had left me with, but she told me it was “just in case.” My bruises had turned a yellowish-green, and most of the soreness had faded. They only hurt now if I pressed on them or bumped into something.

Ashley had thrown herself into the hunt for an apartment and didn’t have much time to spare between that and her job. I was pretty upset that I wouldn’t get to live with her for real, but she assured me that it would be just like I was.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d touched me between the legs, and how good it felt, but I was mortified at the immature way I’d behaved when she wouldn’t let me touch her the same way. I just wanted to make her feel as good as she made me, but she seemed almost ashamed at the thought of me doing that.

Maybe she thought I wasn’t experienced enough to make it happen for her, or maybe she just wasn’t in the mood, but she swore up and down that it had nothing to do with either of those things when I asked her.

I was still a little embarrassed to go outside, the way Mom had banged up my face, so I begged off when Ashley invited me to view a few apartments with her. She didn’t really like any of the places she looked at, or they wanted too much money.

Eventually she talked me into tagging along on Friday, saying it would be good for me to get out of the house for a bit. I quickly came to regret it after I saw the look of pity on the landlord’s face when she saw my bruises. She introduced herself as Donna and began chatting with Ashley.

She was really pretty, with long blonde hair and a bubbly personality. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have said she was acting kind of flirty with Ashley. I tried to hide my irritation, but some of it must have shown on my face, because Ashley shot me a questioning look when Donna turned to unlock the door of the apartment.

The viewing went well after that; it was a small apartment not too far from my school, and comfortably within Ashley’s price range. It was only a studio, but Ashley didn’t need a separate room when I’d be sharing her bed, anyway.

Donna scribbled on her clipboard as she showed us around, a charming smile on her face whenever she spoke. I could tell from the set of Ashley’s shoulders that she had picked up on the fakeness of it, too.

Then Donna discreetly slipped me a note while Ashley was pulling the stove away from the wall to check behind it. Curious, I opened it up. The note urged me to let her know if I needed help.

I felt sick. This lady must have thought Ashley was the one who hurt me.

When I looked back at her, she inclined her head toward the note, and kept eye contact with me. I slowly shook my head and smiled as I pointed at Ashley, then placed my hand over my heart. Donna let out a low sigh of relief, and I hastily crumpled the note, shoving it in my pocket before Ashley could see.

Donna’s cheeriness seemed much more genuine from then on, and eventually we all said our goodbyes, with Donna telling Ashley that she hoped she’d consider putting in an application for the unit.

I told Ashley about the note when we were back in her car, and she said that it was good of Donna to try and look out for me like that. But I could tell Ashley was annoyed at someone thinking she’d hurt me. I had a heck of a time convincing her to actually apply for the apartment, but she finally relented and dropped an application off.

***

I was starfished across Ashley’s bed, waiting for her to come home from her day shift. There was nothing good on TV, and I’d already finished my book, so there was nothing much to occupy my time. Mom wouldn’t be home for several hours, and I had the house to myself until Ashley returned.

I lay there spacing out until the sound of the phone ringing in Mom’s room brought me out of my reverie. I jumped from the bed and padded over to answer it, sort of hoping the answering machine would kick in before I got there.

I picked it up on one of the last rings. “Hello?”

“Hi there! May I please speak with Ashley Duff?”

“Sorry, Ashley’s at work right now. She should be home soon, though. Can I take a message?”

“Oh, is this Rhonda?”

“Yeah.”

“Hi, Rhonda! It’s Donna from Aster Properties. We met last week? I just wanted to let Ashley know that she was approved for the unit she applied for and I need her to call me back when she has some time to set things up. Can you jot down my number to pass along when she gets home?”

My heart skipped a beat. I was ecstatic that Ashley had caught a break after all the stress she’d been under for the past week. “That’s awesome! Thanks so much!” I glanced around for something to write with. “Um, just give me a sec!”

I found a pen on Mom’s nightstand but nothing to write on, so I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of junk mail from the pile I brought in earlier. Donna gave me the number, I scribbled it down, and after thanking her again, hung up.

Hugging the envelope to my chest, I squealed in delight. Ashley and I would finally have our own place! Well, technically I’d still be living at Mom’s, but I’d be spending most of my time with my sister. It all seemed so unreal! I couldn’t wait to let Ashley know.

Practically skipping all the way to the living room, I turned on the TV, splayed myself across the couch and waited for Ashley to come home. I flicked over to the TV guide channel to see if anything good was coming up but there was nothing I wanted to watch.

I figured it wouldn’t be long until Ashley got back, anyway, so I put on a cartoon I didn’t care much about, mentally tuning it out while I thought about how quickly things were changing in my life. It wasn’t that long ago when I told Ashley I hoped there’d be a day where we could live without Mom bothering us, and she’d already made it happen.

I don’t know if that fit into the Amazing Sister or the Amazing Girlfriend category, but I decided to chalk it up as both. In the past couple of weeks alone, she’d protected me, shown me love and given me the most intense pleasure I’d ever known. Now she was giving me a place of refuge from my increasingly unhinged mother.

I really wanted to do something nice for her, to give her the same incredible feelings she’d given me. I’d seen her naked, and touched her chest a little bit, but she hadn’t let me explore the rest of her body yet. I thought maybe she’d be so happy about the apartment that she’d let me do more to her later.

The jangle of keys in the front door pulled me out of my head, and then Ashley was entering the lounge. She kicked off her shoes and made her way over to where I was lying, leaning over to give me a quick peck on the cheek. I lifted my head to meet her lips head on, and did my best to pour all the appreciation I felt for her into our kiss.

When she pulled away to smile at me, I took the opportunity to appreciate how amazing she looked. Her legs were encased in a slim pair of dress pants, and she was wearing one of her black button-up shirts with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows.

Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, highlighting the contours of her face. To me she looked perfect without makeup, but that day she was wearing just enough to enhance her sharp features and conceal the dark circles beneath her eyes. Those deep pools twinkled down at me when she noticed how I was looking her over.

Flushing, I quickly asked, “Hey, Ashley. How was work?”

“Hey yourself, cutie. It was fine. Sorry I’m late, my boss held me back for a little bit to ask if I was interested in going full-time, now that I’m not in school anymore. They’ve been scheduling me for more day shifts this past month, so I guess he’s seen me around more and, I dunno, maybe he’s impressed with my work ethic.”

“That’s great! Are you gonna do it?”

“Eh, I guess so. I kinda feel like I’m committing to sticking around for longer than I planned to if I accept it, but the extra money would be nice now that we’re getting a place. I’m pretty sure I can weasel a raise out of my boss if I say yes, so I suppose it wouldn’t be the worst situation until I find something else.”

She looked over at the coffee table where I’d left the piece of mail with the phone number written on it, then picked it up. “What’s this?”

I jumped up and smacked my forehead. “Shoot! Donna called about that rental property. She said you were approved and she wants you to call her.”

Ashley looked stunned. “Are you serious?”

At my emphatic nod, she broke out into a huge grin that lit up her entire face. She lifted me in the air and spun us around until I was shrieking with laughter. Kissing me soundly, she deposited me back on the couch with a bounce.

She headed out into the hall, still clutching the note. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’m just gonna see if I can catch Donna before she’s done for the day.”

I was still giggling as I reached up to brush my bangs to one side. Turning the TV off, I hopped up from the couch and made my way back toward Ashley’s room, pausing for a moment in the hall. She was on the phone in Mom’s room, speaking to Donna.

In Ashley’s room, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around me. Pretty soon this room was going to be packed up, the posters and artwork I’d become so familiar with taken down forever. I would never see it like this again. Despite all the bad stuff that had happened in this house, I felt a deep sadness that this part of my life was coming to an end.

Things had been rough here, but it was still where we grew up. Very soon we’d be making a new life somewhere else, but there was one last memory I wanted to make in this room before it disappeared from my life forever. I just hoped Ashley would be willing.

Wanting to surprise her, I shucked my shorts and shirt. After thinking about it for a moment, I slid my panties down as well. I still felt some shame over the fading bruises on my body, but I knew Ashley wouldn’t be bothered by that. Stretching out on the bed, I waited for my sister.

I could hear Ashley leaving Mom’s room, her voice carrying across the hall. “I got the place, Rhonda! I need to give a security deposit and the first month’s rent, then I’ll be good to go! Wow, I’m starving. What are you in the mood for? We could order pizza—“

Noticing that her door was open, she peered inside, doing a double take at my state of undress. She stared at my bare body, then licked her lips in a way that made me weak inside.

She shut the door behind her, then her voice dropped to a low husk. “Well, I was gonna suggest we celebrate, but I see you’ve beaten me to it. Is this for me, sweetie?”

I shimmied further toward the center of the mattress as Ashley seemed to slink across the room like a panther. She climbed onto the bed and crawled closer until she was hovering over me. She put her hands on either side of my shoulders, effectively boxing me in.

“Is it, Rhonda? Did you get naked just for me? Hmm?”

She cupped my face for a moment, then began playing with my hair. Between the way Ashley loomed over me with that fire in her eyes and the anticipation of what might happen next, my heart was pounding like a bass drum. I needed to be touched so badly.

Finally, I cried out, “Y-yes, Ashley! You can have me!”

“What a nice gift,” Ashley murmured. “So… am I allowed to do this?” Smiling wickedly, she ducked her head to kiss me on the mouth.

I nodded shyly, then her lips were trailing downward. “What about this?” Ashley teased my neck with her tongue.

Pleasant sensations were coursing through my body, and I could only moan a reply. “Mmm-hmm.”

She began to caress my torso, her fingers snaking down my sides, then settling on my hips. Every inch of my body was tingling. She peppered kisses down my throat, pausing when she reached my chest. “And this…?”

I nodded again, this time without hesitation.

She licked at a nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through my body, then briefly took it between her lips to suck. I let myself sink into this awesome feeling, but before it got the chance to build, Ashley pulled away and murmured, “Is this okay, Rhonda? I need you to tell me you want this.”

I rolled my eyes. Why does Ashley keep doing this? Can’t she just relax and make love to me? I didn’t want to upset my sister, though. Choking back my annoyance, I whispered, “It’s nice. Keep doing that, please.”

She lavished my titties with more attention, the tip of her tongue tracing gentle circles around my nipples, flickering back and forth between each one. I gripped handfuls of her hair to hold her in place, and she redoubled her efforts, making me gasp in delight. “That’s it, yeah,” I moaned. “Don’t stop, okay?”

With Ashley’s focus entirely on my chest, my lower half was aching for relief. I decided to use my free hand to take the edge off, my fingers sliding through the wet folds of my slit. I didn’t think it was possible to feel better than I did at that moment.

My hand fell away from Ashley’s head to clutch her shirt instead. Raising herself, she glanced down between my legs. “Naughty girl…”

I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan. “I’m sorry, Ashley. I j-just had to!”

Her throaty chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “Don’t be sorry. I love naughty girls. Especially when it’s my baby sister who’s being naughty.”

Ashley’s hand trailed across my hip and onto my leg. Her fingers ghosted along my thigh, edging closer and closer to my busy hand. When she finally reached the epicenter of my arousal, she gently took hold of my wrist. I thought she was about to pull my hand away, but instead she entwined her fingers with mine and guided them back and forth so we were rubbing my pussy together.

I thought touching myself was good, but having someone else leading my movements was on a whole different level. Ashley moved expertly, showing me the best ways to masturbate.

With my pleasure building, and on the verge of orgasm, Ashley increased her speed and pressure, driving me nearer to the edge. My cry was muffled as she locked her lips to mine, my body shuddering beneath hers.

And still she ground our entwined fingers into my pussy as I climaxed, eking out every last ounce of pleasure until I was entirely spent. Only then did she slow to a halt. As I lay there panting for breath, Ashley guided our fingers up to her mouth where she gently sucked each one clean of my juices. I giggled when her tongue began dancing between each finger.

Ashley looked thoroughly satisfied as I gazed lovingly up at her. Her voice had lost its throatiness, but it was no less sexy for the confident lilt it now had. “Wow, raring to go, huh? You came so fast… but I hope you’ve got room for more.”

When I nodded, she guided me the rest of the way up the bed until my head was on her pillow. “Good. I’m going to give you something even better.”

Strands of hair had fallen free of her ponytail. She brushed them behind her ear, then traveled down my body until she was back to licking my chest. She didn’t spend very long tasting my nipples this time, moving down to my tummy instead.

I shrieked with laughter when her tongue darted into my belly button. I didn’t realize I was so ticklish there. I wriggled frantically, but Ashley held me in place so I couldn’t shift away. Finally, I was able to put both hands on my sister’s head and hold her at bay. “Knock it off, Ashley!” I giggled.

“Sorry, sorry,” she chuckled. “Couldn’t resist.”

I felt her hands on my inner thighs, slowly opening my legs until I was fully exposed. She said nothing for a long moment, just stared at my bare pussy.

Feeling a sudden twinge of shyness, I tried to close my legs. Ashley gently caressed my thighs to ease away some of my tension. “It’s okay, Rhonda,” she cooed. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you are. I can’t fucking believe this is finally about to happen. It all feels like a dream. Having you spread out for me like this, waiting for me to taste you.”

Ashley drew closer to my exposed slit, but stopped just shy of her target to suck gently on the surrounding skin. I whimpered, and she locked eyes with me, her hungry gaze sending a surge of warmth to my groin. “You have no Idea how much I’ve wanted this, Rhonda. And now I get to show you.”

The first lash of her tongue made me squeak with surprise, and I knew I had to say something while I still had the chance. “W-wait, Ashley!”

Ashley let go of my thighs and quickly backed away, a panicked expression on her face. “Fuck! I’m sorry, Rhonda. Did you not want that?”

“No! I mean, yes! I definitely want this. I just need to ask you something first.”

Ashley let out a relieved breath. “Oh, thank God. I didn’t want to rush you into anything. I thought maybe I’d pushed you too far.”

I shook my head. “No, no, that’s not it. I just… I want to actually touch you today, too. I know you said you like to be the one doing all the touching, but I don’t want it to be just me feeling good. I mean, you haven’t even taken your shirt off!”

Ashley peered down at her fully clothed body. When she looked at me again, I saw her reluctance. “I don’t know, Rhonda…”

I was just a kid, but even I could tell that this whole deal wasn’t fair to her. “Please? You do so much for me, and I don’t just mean, like, sex stuff. You’ve been protecting me my whole life, and I don’t get to do anything in return. I may not even be any good at making love, but can’t you at least let me try?”

“You think you don’t do anything for me? Y-you’re the only reason I have to get up in the morning, Rhonda! You make me smile and laugh, and…”  Ashley’s voice tightened with emotion. “T-there’s something wrong with me, Rhonda. I get so angry, and I have these thoughts… It’s like I can hear whispers, and when something gets me mad I just want to smash everything in sight… I dunno, I’m afraid I might be crazy as Kate.

“Sometimes things seem so dark and hopeless. I feel like I’m losing my mind. But when I’m with you, I remember that I have one good thing in this world. I know I don’t deserve you, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give you up.” She pushed my hair back behind my ears, then gave me a smile that nearly broke my heart.  “I-I know I’ve said it before, but I really do mean it – You’re everything to me, Rhonda. I love you.”

My eyes brimmed with tears as I reached up to pull Ashley back to me, my face pressed against her chest. “I love you, too, Ashley. I’ll be here for you, no matter what. If you ever feel bad again, just tell me how I can help, okay? I don’t ever want you to feel alone.”

“You help just by being you, Rhonda. That’s all I need.” Ashley let out a wry chuckle. “Damn, I really know how to kill the mood, huh? Things were going so well, too.”

I used the fabric of her shirt to wipe the moisture from my eyes, then smiled back at her. “Well, it’s not your fault. I was the one who stopped you. We should, uh, keep going, probably.”

Ashley studied me intently. “Yeah?”

I gently nodded. “Mmm-hmm. But like I said, it’s my turn after you do me. I need to make you feel good, too.”

My sister took a deep breath, then slowly released it. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!”

After a moment’s pause, Ashley finally nodded. “Okay, then. I’m gonna eat you out, then I’ll let you decide what you want to do to me. Deal?”

I was ecstatic at finally getting a chance to return the favor. “Deal! Um… what’s eating out?”

My sister laughed out loud at that. “That’s what I was about to do earlier. It’s when you lick a girl’s pussy to make her feel good. Don’t know who decided it should be called ‘eating out’, but it sorta works, I guess.”

My cheeks were high with color as Ashley repositioned herself between my thighs. She went back to massaging my legs, and I slowly relaxed under her touch. I felt her soft kisses around my pussy, then she licked me, her tongue slowly tracing my slit.

I softly gasped, then let out a low moan as her tongue began snaking through my folds, alternating between long and short licks.

As Ashley’s mouth continued to work its magic, my body quivered with pleasure. I’d never felt anything that good before. Her tongue flicked across my clit, and I whimpered in delight as she focused her attention on that tiny sliver of flesh. She gently sucked on it, making me cry out. It’s a good thing Mom’s not home, I told myself.

Ashley slowly raised her head to look at me, and I was about to ask why she had stopped when she placed a hand on my mound to rub me there. “Feeling good, Rhonda?”

I nodded my head emphatically. “It feels amazing! Don’t stop, Ashley!”

My enthusiasm made her smile. “Oh, I don’t intend to. You taste delicious, and I’m not done just yet. But I told you I’d teach you how to do this, and I intend to do just that. You want to learn, right? Now of all the things I was doing when I licked your pussy, what felt best for you?”

Her fingers continued to run through my wet folds, and I was having trouble thinking clearly. “Um… Uh… When you licked my… what’s it called? The little lump.”

“The button at the top? Your clitoris?”

“Yeah, yeah, that! It’s called a… clit-tor-ris?”

Ashley’s fingers began gently tracing circles around the sensitive nub. “Yup, that’s the clit. Most girls like having it touched, but every girl’s different. You have to find out what feels best by paying attention to what your body’s telling you. Get it?”

As I nodded in understanding, she continued, “You can lick, suck, or rub anything down there, and it’ll probably feel good. But don’t be afraid to try things you haven’t done before. Maybe you’ll find something you like even better.”

The tip of her finger dipped inside my entrance, and my eyes widened in surprise at this new sensation. “Most girls eventually start putting fingers and other things inside themselves, ’cause that feels good, too. I think you should hold off on anything like that until you’re a little older. You still have your hymen, and the first time you put something all the way inside, it’ll hurt a little.”

I had no complaints. I didn’t want to be hurt if it wasn’t necessary, although I wondered if that meant I could put my fingers all the way inside Ashley. I didn’t much like the idea of someone else doing that to her for her first time. Maybe she’d done it to herself.

Ashley lowered her head back down until I could feel her breath caress my pussy. “Now pay attention and decide what feels best for you. If there’s anything you want me to do or not do, tell me. I want you to feel as good as possible, okay?”

She began to gently rub my clit while her mouth attacked my pussy with renewed vigor. When her tongue slipped through my entrance and swirled around inside me, I cried out, “D-do that again, Ashley!”

Ashley didn’t let up. She used one hand to spread my labia, the fingers on her other hand strumming my clit while she licked and sucked my folds. My body bucked, and I thrust myself against my big sister’s tongue, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as I came all over her mouth. Entirely spent, I sobbed with relief.

It was several moments before I could even speak. Ashley’s tongue briefly settled into a more gentle caress of my pussy while I gradually floated down from my peak. “M-more, Ashley,” I was able to moan.

Ashley drew away, and I saw something wild flash in her eyes. Her hands settled on my hips and held me firmly in place.

If she’d eaten me out with a hungry passion before, now she was positively voracious, her tongue ceasing its gentle tease to become a force of nature. She pulled away for the briefest of moments to hiss through gritted teeth, “You’re mine, Rhonda! You’ll always be mine, nobody else’s! I won’t ever let them take you from me, you hear?”

I writhed in pleasure as Ashley ravished me with her tongue. “Y-yes, Ashley!” I cried. ” I’m all yours! I won’t leave you, I p-promise!”

Ashley latched her mouth to my clit, furiously flicking her tongue across the little nub. When I squealed in ecstasy, she grunted her approval, and I gave myself fully to the pleasure of being utterly conquered by my sister.

I’d come to love it when Ashley lost control. It always gave me a boost of confidence to know I could drive her so wild.

Her tongue made its way from my clit and began to flutter down until once again, she was nestled snugly in the sheath of my pussy. Her hold on my hips tightened, and she began pushing and pulling me against her mouth. I caught on to what she wanted and thrust myself onto her waiting tongue, grinding back and forth. Once I’d developed a steady rhythm, Ashley kept one hand on my hip to help guide me, using the other to stimulate my clit.

The rapture I felt soon became almost too much to bear, and I was practically riding my sister’s tongue as I humped myself to another orgasm, this one even more intense than the last. But even as I was trying to cope with the aftershocks of coming so hard, Ashley continued to lick me.

With a tremendous effort, I was able to pull away enough to clamp a hand over my crotch, blocking Ashley from further access. She let out a frustrated growl, and I giggled breathlessly.

“S-stop! Stop, Ashley! I c-can’t take anymore! Anyway, it’s supposed to be my turn now!”

“Right, right, sorry,” Ashley murmured. “Just, uh, gimme a sec?”

I watched as she closed her eyes and bunched her hands into the sheets. She let out an unsteady breath. After several more deep inhalations she was able to look at me with something resembling calm. “Okay. Right. Your turn. What do you want to do?”

I licked my dry lips, then sat up to look my sister over. The lower half of her face was slick with my juices, and I tried to ignore the pang of embarrassment I felt for making such a mess. Strands of hair had slipped from her ponytail, and it wouldn’t take much before it spilled out entirely. Her eyes were still a little unfocused, but she was looking expectantly at me.

“Um, could you go and get us some water first?” I said. “I’m really thirsty.”

“Gotcha.”

While Ashley made her way to the kitchen, I used the time to plan my attack. I was pretty sure I knew how to start things off, at least.

When she returned with the water, I drained most of mine in one gulp while Ashley took several slow sips before putting both our glasses down on her nightstand.

Mustering my nerve, I said, “Right. Can you get onto the bed with me?”

Ashley sat next to me, and I decided to start things off by grabbing the front of her shirt and forcibly kissing her. Her eyes widened in surprise at my aggressive approach, and when my tongue entered her mouth she let out a low moan and scooped me into her arms, her lips working to match my movements.

I could taste myself on her tongue, and remembering how she’d been buried between my thighs mere minutes before had me squeezing them together, giving myself a renewed twinge of pleasure. Ashley was dipping me backwards, taking the lead again, and I knew I had to wrest control back from her before I lost my momentum.

With a burst of strength, I pushed my startled sister forward until she was lying flat on the bed, then straddled her hips, my knees on either side. I got back to kissing her, burying my hands into her hair until I found her Scrunchie and pulled it loose. Tossing it carelessly to one side, my fingers set to unbuttoning Ashley’s shirt, then spread it open to expose her upper half.

My sister’s pale skin was a sharp contrast to the dark of her clothes. Her breasts were encased in a black bra, and I was drawn to how sharply her chest was rising and falling. Shifting my attention to Ashley’s face, I was surprised to notice that she seemed almost… frightened.

That worried me. “Are you okay, Ashley? Sh-should I stop?”

She closed her eyes for several long seconds; opened them again. Her voice was shaky when she said, “Sorry. I don’t normally let people touch me like this. I’m fine, though. You can keep going.”

I got her to lift her arms so I could pull her shirt the rest of the way off. I thought my aggressive approach could be the problem, so I began to take things a little more slowly.

I gently cupped Ashley’s cheeks before pressing my lips to hers. The tension slowly drained from her body, and I knew I’d chosen correctly this time.

It took me several awkward moments of fumbling with the hook on her bra before I was able to get it loose and ease it off. My fingers gently traced the indents the bra had left behind, admiring how smooth the skin was there.

“Very nice,” Ashley murmured. “My little sister’s a quick learner. Take your time when you’re playing with someone’s body. It’s not much fun when you jump right to the finish line.”

I felt my cheeks flush with warmth at her praise. “I learned from the best. And I don’t care about anybody else’s body, Ashley. Just yours. Now, be quiet and let me concentrate!”

Ashley chuckled softly. “Okay, okay! Sorry. Carry on.”

That little exchange helped ease some of my tension, and I followed my sister’s advice by letting my hands wander across her torso, caressing every curve with wandering fingers. She’d closed her eyes again, but instead of the apprehension from earlier, she seemed at peace.

Ashley released a gentle sigh when I finally cupped her breasts, and moaned when I grazed her nipples with my fingers. Deciding to take a page out of my sister’s book, I kissed her neck, then peppered my way down until I could take the swollen tip of her breast into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck. That’s nice, Rhonda.”

Emboldened, I sucked her hardened nipple, gently pinching and rolling the other between my fingers. Ashley sighed, raising an arm to cradle my head close.

“I love how pretty your nipples are, Ashley!” I told her. “Your boobs are amazing. Do you think mine will look like yours when I’m older?”

“Th-thanks, hon, but they’re not that impressive. Yours will probably be bigger.”

“Well, I think they’re great!”

To illustrate my point, I alternated between licking and sucking on my sister’s breasts, paying careful attention to each nipple in turn. When I was sure they’d gotten what they deserved, I turned to Ashley’s still-clothed lower half. That situation needed to be remedied.

Undoing the button of her pants and tugging the zipper down was the easy part. Next, I got Ashley to lift her butt up from the bed so I could take off her pants and underwear.

Now all Ashley had on was a pair of knee length socks, and I needed a moment to take in how sexy they made her look. I lifted one of her feet to feel the soft fabric. I didn’t get why she was wearing them when they were concealed by her pants. “Er, what’s with the socks? They’re so long.”

Ashley blushed and withdrew her foot from my grasp. “I-I need to do laundry, okay? This was the only pair I had left.”

I turned to look at her laundry hamper, and saw it was almost full. Shrugging, I turned back to Ashley. Suddenly, a memory popped into my head. “Hey, Ashley? I found one of my unwashed shirts in your drawer one time. What’s that about?”

To my delight, Ashley went an even brighter shade of crimson. “Ugh, you found that? Well, I… I like your scent, okay? I used to smell it and think about you while I got myself off. There, happy?”

This time I was the one who turned beet red. “Ohhhh… you like how I smell? That’s… a little weird, but I sorta get it; I like the lavender soap you always use. Not that you need to anymore, but you’re welcome to take more of my clothes if you want.”

Ashley gave an awkward cough. “Uh, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. Now let me get these damn socks off.”

She reached out to pull them down, but I put a hand over hers to stop her. “Um, actually. C-can you leave them on?” I asked, suddenly shy.

Ashley raised her eyebrows. “You want me to leave them on? Well, that’s kinky. And you say I’m the weird one.”

“Shut up!” I gave her a playful shove. “Big jerk.”

Ashley started giggling, and just like that, we were both laughing. When we finally got hold of ourselves, Ashley wiped tears from her eyes. “God, I love you, Rhonda. And sure, leave ‘em on. Far be it from me to stifle my little sister’s sock fetish.” She snickered again.

I didn’t bother dignifying that with a response, just scooted my body closer so I could get a better view of her exposed sex. Curious, I reached out and let my fingers glide across her folds and contours. Ashley started a little, but didn’t push me away or attempt to stop me. I tried to remember what I did to make myself feel good, and slowly began stroking her vagina up and down.

Ashley’s breath turned ragged, and I looked up to see her propped up on both elbows to watch what I was doing, biting gently on her lower lip. When I began to rub her clit, she exhaled a soft “fuck” of approval, then let her head drop down onto the pillow. I knew she was nervous about being touched, and it pleased me that I could help her relax a little.

I tried out all the things she’d shown me earlier, from varying my strokes and tracing circles across her labia to tweaking and teasing her clit. Ashley responded positively to what I was doing, but after several minutes of exploring her pussy, it didn’t seem like she was any closer to an orgasm.

“Um, am I doing this right, Ashley?”

Ashley let out a low sigh. “You’re doing great, Rhonda. Everything feels nice. But like I said earlier, I’ve never been able to get off with someone else. Did you want to stop for now?”

“No, I want to keep going!” I insisted. “I’m gonna figure out how to get you there.”

Remembering what my sister said earlier about putting things inside, I slowly spread her lips apart to get a better look at the interior of her pussy. It was a deep pink color, and I was eager to know how warm and wet she would be. I brought one of my fingers to her entrance, and Ashley let out a little whimper as I began to push it inside.

I peered up at her face and saw she was staring at the ceiling. “How about this, Ashley?”

Clenching her jaw, my sister mumbled, “Yeah, it’s fine. I just need to get out of my head a little. Go slow, okay?”

I twirled my finger around inside her, pushing a little deeper with each turn. When I reached the third knuckle, Ashley let out a breathy laugh and said, “F-fuck, that’s good.”

Encouraged, I began to move in and out. I was rewarded with a throaty moan as Ashley clutched handfuls of the sheets, her vagina contracting around my finger.

I gradually began picking up speed when Ashley flinched and stiffened briefly. “Ow, fuck!”

I quickly withdrew my finger. “Are you okay? What did I do?”

Ashley quickly shook her head. “Sorry, it’s my fault for not mentioning it. You need to keep your nails short if you’re gonna be sticking your fingers in people.”

I was mortified. “I’ll be right back!” I said, leaping off the bed in my rush to the bathroom.

“Hey, it’s fine, Rhonda! You don’t need to give yourself a fricken manicure!”

I quickly clipped and filed a couple of nails on my right hand, then hurried back to my sister’s room. Ashley looked at me in amusement as I closed the door and returned to her bed.

“You know, we could have just saved fingering for another time.”

I shook my head. “No, I could tell I was making you feel good. Let me keep going.” I proffered my hand. “Do these look okay?”

Ashley smiled as she studied my nails, shaking her head at my stubbornness. “They look fine. I guess I was enjoying it, after all… so go ahead and do your thing.”

This time around, I wanted to try going down on her. Before she got the chance to stop me, I settled my hands on Ashley’s thighs and moved in to plant a kiss on her vagina, then began gliding my tongue through her folds. I’d often wondered what it would be like to put my mouth down there, and was pleased to discover that I liked how she tasted.

I was even more thrilled when Ashley’s hands settled on my head to keep me pressed against her sex while she groaned, “Oh, fuck! Your tongue f-feels amazing on my pussy, Rhonda. Don’t stop!”

Perhaps my tongue wasn’t quite as adept as hers, but she seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I decided there and then that I was going to practice as much as possible until I was an expert at eating pussy. The fact that I’d get to practice on Ashley was the icing on the cake.

I sucked on her clit, and she let out a hoarse, “Oh, shit!”

I kept lashing her nub with slow, then faster tongue flicks, occasionally stopping to suck and nibble on it. Looking up for a moment, I could see that Ashley had begun using both hands to toy with her breasts, tugging and squeezing her nipples in concert with my licking.

Figuring now was a good time to put my fingers to use again, I lined them back up with her entrance and slowly pushed two of them inside. Ashley shrieked with pleasure as I began to piston in and out, while continuing to lavish her clit with lightning-quick swipes of my tongue.

“I-I can’t believe this,” she sobbed. “I-I’m getting close, Rhonda! I’m actually getting… close.”

I wanted to kiss her tears away, but had no intention of stopping until I made my sister come. Ashley needed this. I needed this. My jaw was starting to ache, but I would see this through to the end.

Ashley had told me to try different things, so I began moving my fingers around inside her vagina to see what she liked best. When I curled my fingers and tickled the inner wall of her pussy, she let out a low gasp of surprise. Her hands abandoned her breasts and settled upon my head, fingers twining into my hair.

“I think I’m going to… Oh, God, you’re about to make me…“

My tongue gave out before I could reach the finish line, so I clamped my mouth on Ashley’s clit and started sucking while I curled my fingers back and forth inside her.

“O-oh fuck! Keep doing that, Rhonda! Keep d-doing it! Almost… there!”

Ashley let out a guttural moan as her pussy clenched around my fingers in a vice-like grip. A spray of liquid suddenly drenched my face. Startled, I tried to pull away but Ashley’s hands kept me locked in place while she ground her sex against my face. Finally spent, she let me go, and I sat up straight to stretch my neck, trying to alleviate some of the stiffness I’d worked up.

We stared at one another in shock. Then Ashley exclaimed, “Holy shit! I never knew I could squirt!”

***

July 15, 2006 – Rhonda

I stood alone in Ashley’s room as she carried the last of her things out to the car. It’d taken several trips back and forth to move everything to the new place. I wasn’t taking much of my own, but Ashley intended to use the things in her room to furnish the apartment a little better.

Thankfully the apartment wasn’t too long a drive, but we did get stopped by a cop after we’d strapped Ashley’s mattress to the roof of the car with bungee cords. Thankfully he just gave us a warning to drive slowly, and we were all clear after that.

Mom had given me an awkward goodbye, saying I could always come back if there were any problems at the new place. I’d have been more convinced by her offer if she’d made it while actually looking me in the eye.

When Ashley was done loading the rest of her things, she joined me in her room.

“It looks so empty,” I told her.

“Yeah,” Ashley murmured.

“Do you think you’ll ever come back?”

Ashley shook her head. “Not unless you need me to pick something up. I’d sooner never see this place again, to be honest.”

I hummed in acknowledgement, trying to gather my thoughts. “We had some nice memories here, though, right?”

“Yeah,” Ashley conceded, “but they were nice because we were together, not because we were together here. I’d rather make some new memories in a new place. Wouldn’t you?”

I stood on tiptoe and kissed Ashley on the mouth. She encircled my waist and drew me into a warm embrace. When we finally parted, I took her hand in mine.

Together, my sister and I left what had been home for so many years, the first step of the journey to our new life. We didn’t look back.

Book One: The End

by Rachael Yukey

Thursday, October 19th, 2006 (morning)

I got my alarm clock! I just KNEW my mother couldn’t resist the chance to get out of waking me up for school every day. And guess what… no Mom this morning. I got myself up, got ready, and now I have some time to kill before the bus. So I’m gonna try and get this thing caught up.

So. I was writing last night about what happened yesterday at Julie’s house, and I left off where I was sitting on Lisa’s lap and she was telling me my feelings were nothing to be ashamed of.

After a little while we went into the kitchen and dished up bowls of chili. Jason wasn’t there yet, but Julie told me he teaches late Wednesdays and always eats when he gets home.

We talked about this and that at the table, but I couldn’t get my mind off how good Julie and Lisa looked. No, not just good, I realized. Sexy. They were both sexy, and the sight of them had me feeling really… I fastened on a word I’d seen used in Lisa’a novel. Horny. I couldn’t stop being horny, no matter what else I tried to put my mind on. Lisa kept giving me these sweet sideways smiles, and I had the feeling she knew exactly how I felt.

There was a lull in the conversation. Lisa was looking back and forth between Julie and I, not quite meeting our eyes. “You know,” she said at last, “when we were talking before about making yourself come, I didn’t tell you girls the whole story about how I learned to do it. Can you keep a secret?”

“Sure,” said Julie. I nodded.

“The thing is… I didn’t have my first orgasm until I got a little help.”

“Help?” Julie said.

“Yeah, help.” She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then back at us. “My big sister caught me at it, and we ended up doing it together. I learned how to please myself by watching her.”

I knew she must mean her sister Peggy, who’s a few years older. The only thing I know about Peggy is that she had a baby girl while she was a senior in high school, but didn’t marry the father. She works at one of the two gas stations in town, and her daughter Becky is two grades behind Julie and me. They live in the old apartments behind the fire station.

“So—that wasn’t weird?” said Julie.

“No! It was actually kind of hot. We shared a room for a long time, so we touched ourselves together after that. It was nice to not have to hide it from each other.”

I was pretty bowled over by this, not to mention turned on!

“Um, do you think I might need help?” Julie’s eyes were wide. As for me, I instantly felt my panties getting wet. I was struggling to keep my breathing steady.

Lisa shrugged. “If the things we talked about today don’t help… I don’t know. I’m hesitant to even suggest this, but maybe Mallory could show you what she does. Something to think about, maybe.”

My pulse quickened at the thought. This was way too close to the things that were already going through my mind!

But then something else occurred to me, something REALLY wild! I almost didn’t say it, but my mouth started moving almost on its own. “Wouldn’t you be the best person to teach someone that stuff?” I asked. “I mean, I’m still new at this. I’ll bet both of us could learn a lot from you.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, and her face flushed. I got the strangest notion that the idea got her hot. That seemed totally crazy. Why would a sexy grown woman be turned on by kids like us? I have to admit that the idea got me excited, though! Meanwhile, Julie was staring at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I… I’m not sure that would be appropriate,” Lisa stammered. “Or a good idea.”

“It’s not like you’d be doing anything to us,” I said. “Just showing us things. How bad could that be?”

Lisa was staring at the wall, her cheeks bright pink. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. It seemed like forever before she spoke. “I don’t really think it would be bad,” she said. “But I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that most people would say it is.”

“Would you get in trouble?” I asked.

“If anyone found out, I might. Listen… I’m not saying no, necessarily. I want to help, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with an adult showing a kid how to masturbate. But it would have to stay strictly between us. You couldn’t tell anyone else, not ever.”

I kept my face still. “I wouldn’t say anything, but if you’re worried, then maybe we shouldn’t do it.” It was tough to say that, when inside I was screaming PLEASE SHOW US!.

“Well, I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Julie piped in. It was the first time she’d spoken, which isn’t like her at all.

Lisa cocked her head. “I’m not that worried. I trust you both. Do you really want me to show you how I touch myself?”

That was easy. “I do!” I blurted out.

“Yeah, me too,” said Julie.

Lisa closed her eyes for a long moment, tilting her face towards the ceiling. I had to remind myself to keep breathing.  “Okay, then,” she said at last.  “Mallory, what time do you have to be at the church?”

I was caught somewhere between insanely turned on and utterly terrified. I hadn’t expected her to say yes, at least not right away! But I managed to get my mouth working. “7:30,” I said.

“Which is when Jason gets done teaching,” Lisa said. Her voice sounded far away and dreamy. She glanced at her watch, then stood up.“It’s only a quarter to six. We have lots of time. Who wants to come hang out in my room?”

I didn’t decide to get up… it just happened! I was on my feet so fast the chair almost fell over. I didn’t exactly know what was about to happen, but I knew I wanted in on it. God might not like it, but I wasn’t so crazy about some of the stuff he’s stuck me with, so fair’s fair. Julie got up more slowly, looking a little dazed. Her cheeks were red and her breathing was funny, so I knew she was just as turned on as I was.

Lisa stepped away from the table and led the way out of the room. I was right behind her going up the stairs, and Julie was close on my heels. I glanced back at her as she came through the stairway door, and she reached forward to take my hand. We climbed the stairs that way, with my hand trailing a little behind and Julie gripping it tightly. She’s usually the confident one, but right then I think she was more scared than me. She didn’t let go until we passed through Lisa’s bedroom door.

Lisa pulled the comforter all the way off the bed, leaving just the sheets on top, then turned around to face us.“I think this will be easier if none of us are wearing any clothes. Are you both comfortable with that?”

I was completely over being scared, even starting to feel a little bit brave. I wanted this, and for once I didn’t care what anybody thought. Without saying a word I pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it to the floor.

Lisa clapped and smiled, but there was something funny in her eyes as she stared at my naked chest. After a long moment, she pulled her own shirt up over her head. Her belly was flat, her skin still a bit dark from a fading summer tan. A plain white bra covered her boobs.

She turned to Julie, who was standing very still and trembling a little. “What about you, sweetheart?” she asked in a gentle voice. “We can stop if you want to.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Julie almost whispered. “I just…”

Suddenly I knew what to do. We were standing side by side so I turned towards her, took her arm, and gently turned her until we were face to face. I looked up at her, my beautiful Julie. For just a moment I forgot about being horny, almost overcome by a feeling of simple love. We’d been friends for almost no time at all, but I felt closer to her right then than anybody else I’ve ever known. I reached up with both hands, took her glasses off and set them on the dresser. My right hand found the side of her face, and I caressed her cheek, then ran my left hand through her long, thick black hair.

Reaching down to Julie’s waist, I took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt on either side. I didn’t lift yet, just looked into her eyes. Slowly, very slowly, she raised both arms above her head. I pulled the shirt up, but didn’t quite get it off her before I started running out of reach; she’s so tall! Lisa took a step forward and helped me take it the rest of the way off.

Julie’s arms fell to her sides, and we stood facing each other, both naked from the waist up. I pulled her into a hug, and we stood there for a minute just holding each other.

Finally I let go and turned back to Lisa. “You’re wearing more clothes than we are,” I told her.

Where was this coming from? It’s not like me to take charge, especially with an adult! But Lisa said nothing, just reached behind herself with both hands. Her bra came loose, and she let it fall.

I caught my breath. I’ve never seen a grown-up lady’s breasts before! They were beautiful, full and round and with reddish-brown nipples. I realized I was staring and tore my eyes away.

“It’s okay to look, honey,” said Lisa in a low, thick voice.

I looked back at her and saw that her breathing had quickened. Was she getting turned on, too? I didn’t get why a couple of little girls like us would turn a sexy grown woman like Lisa on, but that seemed to be what was happening.

It was too much for me to think about right then. I unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them down along with my underwear. I stepped out of them, now completely naked, then turned to Julie again. She was wearing leggings, and I hooked my thumbs inside the elastic, found the waistband of her panties and grabbed it too, then pushed the whole works down until I was squatting at her feet. I tugged at her right leg, and she lifted it while I worked the pants and underwear off her foot. I got her sock, then did the same on the other side. I took my own socks off, stood up, and turned to face Lisa.

“Turn around,” I said. Lisa took a deep breath… a very shuddery one! She looked back and forth between Julie and me, standing naked in front of her. She did as I asked, and I unfastened the button on the back of her skirt, which then slid to the floor. I started to reach out for her panties, then lost a little bit of my nerve. But not all of it.

“Now, why don’t you finish undressing,” I said.

It sure was getting hard to keep my voice steady! Everybody was following my lead all of a sudden, so it seemed important to not have a shaky voice. I took a step back as Lisa turned around. She pushed her panties down, stepped out of them, and took her socks off. When she straightened up, I didn’t even pretend to not look at her bottom half.

Her legs are smooth, long, and curvy. I hope mine look like that when I’m grown up! Right now, they’re more like a couple of twigs. But my eyes were mostly drawn to where her legs came together. I glanced over at Julie and saw that she was staring too. Lisa saw us looking and shifted one foot so her legs were further apart.

It was an amazing sight. Lisa had hair down there, but it was trimmed into a sort of rectangle shape just above her vagina, and it looked like she kept it shaved below. I remembered that when Julie and I were poking around online, we saw pictures of ladies who did stuff like that, or just shaved it all off. Maybe I’ll do that when I start getting hair down there. You could see just a little bit of Lisa’s inside lips poking out… what the websites called the labia minora. I thought it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen in my life, like the petals of a pink flower.

Lisa was staring, too. She was looking back and forth between the two of us, her eyes roving up and down our bodies. She looked like she wanted to gobble me and Julie up in one big bite. She thinks we’re hot, I realized. Seeing us with all our clothes off turns her on.

My confidence took a huge leap. Most of the time I’m unsure of myself and let other people take the lead in almost everything, but somehow I felt like this was my world. I could own it.

I climbed up onto the bed, sat down with my legs crossed, and gave Lisa what I thought was a questioning look.“You were going to give us a lesson, right?”

She gave her head a little shake and followed me onto the bed. Julie seated herself next to me, crossing her legs like mine so our knees were touching. I reached over and took her hand.

Lisa propped a couple of pillows against the headboard and leaned back, stretching her legs out and spreading them open. Her labia looked like they were about to separate. I totally wanted them to, so I could see inside! I took in a deep breath through my nose, and there was a smell in the air. I knew that scent from when I’d put my finger under my nose after touching myself. Now it was filling the room, maybe coming from all three of us! That turned me on even more… honestly, it was all I could do to keep from putting a hand between my legs right then. But I waited.

Finally Lisa spoke. “It’s important to have a fantasy. That’s what my books are for. I know they’re not very well written, but they have great sex scenes. Usually I can get a fantasy going in my head, but the books come in handy when I need a little help.”

She was tracing her belly with her fingers, up and down.

“Sometimes I like to warm myself up by touching different parts of my body,” she went on. “Everything is an erogenous zone, but some spots are extra sensitive. Like here.”Tilting her head to one side, she gently caressed her neck.

“Or my breasts,” she said, her hands moving lower. She cupped and massaged them, then pinched her nipples, which she rolled  around a little between her thumbs and fingers. Her breath was getting very ragged, and I heard a hint of strain in her voice.

“Down here, too.” She began running her fingers up and down the insides of her thighs, pulling her feet back to bring her knees up. I scooted closer, tugging on Julie’s hand so she would follow.

Lisa ran her fingertips across the outside of her labia and shivered. “I’m going to show you girls all the parts down here,” she said. “You might already know this, but let’s make sure. Do either of you know a word for the whole area?”

Julie spoke up for the first time in a while. “The vulva,” she said.

“That’s right,” said Lisa. “But I don’t much like that word.”

“Me neither,” I piped up.

Lisa chuckled. “The words I like to use for it are considered impolite by most people. Crude, even. Maybe that’s why using them seems so sexy. Words like pussy, twat, or cunt.”

I silently rolled the words around on my tongue. Yeah, I liked them much better than vulva!

Lisa was still gently stroking herself. “So the outside part of my pussy,” she was saying, “is called the labia. Or,” she added with a wink, “some of us more dirty-minded people might call them pussy lips.”

I giggled, and Julie joined in.

“These big outer lips are the labia majora, and inside you have the labia minora. My inner lips are pretty big, too… see how they stick out a little bit? Some people call that an outie, and what you girls have is an innie. But that might change; I was an innie until I was twelve or thirteen.” She glanced up at us, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Like to see what’s inside?”

“Show us,” I said. It was practically an order. I’m still not sure what I was thinking, speaking to an adult like that. Maybe doing sex stuff brings out this bossy side of me?

Using her thumb and a finger, Lisa slowly opened her labia—no, her pussy lips—for us to see. The inner lips were big and puffy and looked a little swollen, and her vagina was juicy and bright pink. It was incredibly beautiful.

“It’s wet,” I said. “Are you turned on?”

She smiled. “Aren’t you?” I nodded, because I really was. Lisa went through the stuff inside, pointing out the vagina and her clitoris, which she called a clit. I mostly knew all this already, and so did Julie, but we hung onto every word.

“When I masturbate,” she told us, “I work a finger around the opening for a while to get myself worked up, then I mostly focus on my clit. Like this.”

She began to move her hand in slow circles, then picked up speed. Her breath was coming in gasps and shudders, and her hips began to move rhythmically up and down. After a minute or two of this, she let out a low moan, her motion slowing just a little.

“Sometimes,” she said in an unsteady voice, “I’ll put a finger or two inside myself. I – I didn’t do that until I was a little older, though.”

Using her free hand, Lisa slipped her pointer and middle finger into her dripping hole. It made a wet squishy noise, and she arched her back. She began to pump her fingers in and out, moving in time with the fingering of her clit. She moaned again, louder this time. Then again. She would bring in a few hitching, shuddering breaths, then moan. Soon the moans were almost cries.

“Oh, God, girls,” she gasped. “I’m g-going to come. Do you want to, to see me… OHHH!… see me come?”

“Do it. Come for us,” I told her, though I’m not sure she even heard me. Julie was squeezing my hand so hard it almost hurt. Lisa let out a series of short, sharp grunts, then her butt came off the bed and she thrust her hips repeatedly.

Then she screamed. Actually SCREAMED. Three loud howls came out, and her backside came down hard on the bed. She was huffing and puffing for breath.

I let go of Julie’s hand, crawled up on Lisa’s left side, and draped my arm just under her boobs in a sort of hug. I don’t know where the idea to do that came from; it just felt right. After a second Julie did the same thing on the other side, her arm just below mine.

We held Lisa as she caught her breath. Finally she lifted her head and gave us a sleepy smile. “Thanks, girls,” she said. “I wasn’t planning on taking that so far, but I guess I needed it. We still have almost an hour; what would you like to do?”

She was looking at me when she said that. I was still a little dazed at the way I’d turned into the one calling the shots, but at the same time I felt like I knew exactly what needed doing.

Sitting up, I laid a hand on Julie’s arm. “Do you want to try it now?” I asked her. Her eyes met mine, and she nodded her head.

Lisa sat up too, put the pillows that had fallen back against the headboard and patted them, looking at Julie. Moving slowly, Julie took the same position Lisa had, except that she pulled her feet in so they were almost touching her butt, leaving her knees up. She slid a hand down to her belly, but hesitated just before touching her pussy. I could tell Julie was very turned on, but she also seemed a little afraid.

Lisa saw it too. “You don’t have to,” she told Julie.

Julie opened her mouth, closed it again, and then finally spoke. “I want to. It’s just—I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

My friend needed help, and I figured it was up to me to give it. I crawled over to sit beside Julie and took her in my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “I’m here, and I love you.”  Putting a hand on her belly, I inched my fingers downward.

“Let me help,” I whispered in her ear. “You don’t have to do anything… I got this.”

Julie looked at me with wide eyes, then nodded. Moving slowly, I slipped my fingers down until they rested on the outside of her pussy. Pussy. Wow, I really do like that word! And I liked the way Julie’s smooth, silky pussy lips felt to my fingers. She was SO turned on, all slippery and moist down there. Very gently, I spread her outer lips open. Julie sucked her breath in with a hissing sound, and moved her hips just a little.

She’s very different from me. Her inner lips are bigger, and it wouldn’t take much more for them to be poking out. I wonder if she’ll be an outie when she grows up, like Lisa. My twat (I like that word, too!) is the same shade of pink everywhere, but Julie’s pussy shades from bright pink down around her vagina and along the inside of her lips to an almost purplish color right around her clit.

I held her lips open with one hand and gently explored with the other. She was so wet! My fingertips were already dripping with her juices. I took my hand away for a moment to hold it under my nose, breathing in Julie’s scent. It was kind of like how I smell, but different in some way I couldn’t figure out. But I definitely liked it!

Julie was getting that wide-eyed look again, so I offered her my fingers to smell. She sniffed, carefully at first, then more deeply. She gave me a shy smile.

Reaching down again, I traced the outside of her hole. She gasped again. The juices were practically flowing out of her now. She seemed ready for more, so I used my slippery fingers to lightly brush her clit.

I watched Julie’s face the whole time. If I’d seen even a teenie-weenie sign that I might be going too far, I’d have stopped right then. Instead, she grasped my wrist and whispered, “D-don’t stop.” So I began to move my fingers in slow circles, just the way I liked to do to myself. Julie thrust her hips forward a bit and let out a contented sigh.

“That feels good?” I asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” was her only reply, but it was enough. I pressed down a little more firmly, and moved my hand a bit faster.

“How about that?” I said.

Julie just nodded. Her breath began to come in hitches and starts. She slipped an arm around me and pulled me closer. A big wave must have hit her right then, because she stretched her legs straight out, lifted her hips, and moaned out loud.

It was all I could do to keep from touching myself with my free hand, but Julie was the one who hadn’t come yet, and her needs had to come first. So instead I crossed my legs and squeezed them together. I don’t know how I thought to do that, but I was so turned on that it worked, little ripples of pleasure flowing through my body. I wondered if I could have an orgasm that way.

Julie was really starting to get into it, moaning and lifting her hips every few seconds. I slid my finger lower, resting it flat so I could still put pressure on her clit while teasing her entrance at the same time. Somehow I just knew it would be the right thing to try.

Turns out I was right about that, cause Julie gave a loud cry and her butt came all the way up off the bed. I looked up at Lisa. She was staring at us, her mouth hanging open.

I kept it up like that, rubbing Julie’s clit and teasing her vagina with the same finger, moving pretty fast. Her hips started to buck, and her breath was hard and ragged with little moans in between. I was still squeezing my thighs together, and the waves were getting stronger.

“Something’s happening!” Julie wailed, sounding excited and terrified all at the same time. “Oh, God, Mallory, something’s gonna happen, I don’t…”

“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear, still moving my hand. “It’s okay, just let it happen.”

“Okay, Mallory, okay it’s j-just… OHHHHHHH!”

Her back arched, her thighs came together to squeeze my hand, and her butt ground down hard into the mattress. I could feel her vagina muscles gripping my finger! Julie was pressing her head hard against the headboard, her eyes squeezed shut. Then she gave a loud wail, thrust her hips a couple of times, and went limp.

I rolled onto my side, wrapped an arm and a leg around Julie and held her. She hugged me even closer so I was almost lying on top of her, my beautiful, precious Julie.

I’d really done it; I’d helped her have her first orgasm! I needed to come myself, needed it so bad my whole body was screaming for relief, but it could wait one more minute.

“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. “That was… wow… thank you so much, Mal…” She squeezed me tightly.

After a moment I looked up at Lisa. She gave me a big smile. “I know somebody who looks like she needs to get off in a big way,” she said.

I hadn’t heard the term “get off” before, but it didn’t take a brain surgeon to know what she meant. I rolled back over onto my back, reaching between my legs. No fooling around, no teasing. I was way past ready! The moment my finger found my clit a powerful wave hit me, and I gasped. This was only going to take a a minute or two.

“Hold me,” I told Julie. She put her arms around me and held me tight. Within seconds I was thrusting against my hand, moaning with every breath. I realized I’d gotten myself closer than I thought by squeezing my legs together, and just as that was flashing through my head an orgasm hit me that was like being tilted off the edge of the world.

I thrashed and screamed. My pussy got super juicy and I could feel it dripping down the crack of my butt. Then everything just seemed to go dark for a second, and my mind got fuzzy and gray.

The next thing I remember was Julie shaking my shoulder, looking a little scared. “Mallory?” she pleaded. “Mal?”

I gave my head a hard little shake. Everything around me had been all fogged up for a moment. I wasn’t sure what my voice would sound like if I tried to speak, so I just gave Julie a big smile.

“She’s okay, Julie,” Lisa said, placing a warm hand on my thigh. Her other hand rested on Julie’s shoulder. “The French call that the little death… where you come so hard that you kind of gray out for a second. It’s only happened to me a couple of times, and not till I was quite a bit older than you. Believe me, there are plenty of women out there who’ve never had an orgasm like that… Mallory’s one lucky girl!”

She glanced over at the clock. “We have a little time left,” she said. You got to see Julie and me, Mallory; can we have a look at you?”

I knew what she meant. I spread my legs wide, then used my right hand to open myself up for them. Julie left my side and came around front of me for a better view.

“It’s a lot different from mine,” she said after a moment or two.

“It’s amazing how different each woman’s pussy is,” said Lisa. “They’re like flowers – no two are exactly the same. And look how wet she is! Pussy juice everywhere.” I liked that. “Pussy juice” sounds like the perfect name for it.

Looking at the clock, Lisa suddenly sat up straight. “We’d better get you up and dressed, Mallory,” she said, sounding a little sad about it. “You have to be at the church in about twenty minutes. I’ll drive you there; the weather is terrible and it’s getting dark.”

I went down to the bathroom stark naked carrying my clothes, where I washed myself up. I’d gotten juicier than ever, and I didn’t want Mom or anyone else at the church to get a whiff.

While I was doing that, Julie and Lisa also got dressed, and they drove me up to the church. Instead of sitting in the front next to Lisa, Julie got into the back seat and snuggled up to me. We didn’t talk on the way over, and once we arrived, I didn’t get out right away. Right then, going to church was the last thing in the world I wanted to do.

Julie put both arms around me and squeezed hard.

“Thanks for helping me, y’know, finish,” she said. “It was the most amazing feeling ever!”

I kissed her, but this time I did it really close to her mouth. Then I looked  at Lisa, who was wearing a huge grin.

“Thanks for the lesson,” I told her. For some reason that struck me funny, and I started to giggle. Julie and Lisa joined in.“And tell Jason his chili was delicious. I better go. Bye!”

I hugged Julie one more time, and she hugged me back. Then I got out of the car. Ouch, that wind almost stung! I waved to them and got myself inside the church. Perfect timing, Mom was just coming up the stairs from the basement. She said “Hi,” gave me a quick hug, and got her coat.

When we got home, she rummaged around in a Target shopping bag and pulled out a small cardboard box with a picture of a clock on it… the old-fashioned kind with bells on top.

I’d been hoping for a clock radio, but I knew better than to complain. Anyway, it didn’t matter; the whole point of this was so Mom won’t be poking her head in my room to get me up in the morning.

I thanked her, took the clock upstairs, got it out of the box, and used the owner’s manual to figure out how to set the time and the alarm. I ran back downstairs and found Mom in the kitchen putting groceries away.

“I got the clock working,” I told her. “I can get myself up for school now if you’re tired and want to sleep in.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” she said, stacking some canned stuff in the pantry. I said goodnight, went upstairs, took out my diary and started writing.

I’m thinking a lot about my feelings, and how they’ve changed. I ought to feel guilty about what happened yesterday with Julie and Lisa, but I don’t. It felt right, you know? I just hope Julie’s still okay with it. Actually, I’m kinda freaking a little about that.

But that’s not the only thing I’m worried about, is it? What exactly did we do? What did it mean? Lying close to Julie and making her feel good was one of the most amazing things that ever happened to me, and it was a lot more than just helping her out. I’m not sure what I should call what I’m feeling, so I’m going to stop thinking about it for now.

I keep thinking back to everything we did, wondering why I don’t feel ashamed. Instead, I find myself wanting to tell God to mind his own beeswax. If he really thinks he can make me feel this way and then tell me I have to hold it all in, then he can just go and stuff it.

That’s maybe the biggest thing on my mind. I just realized while I was writing that I’m not only getting mad at God, I’m starting to doubt he’s even real. I think it’s been happening for a while, but I’ve been pushing it away because it’s not okay to think about. But now I’m spending time with people who say it’s TOTALLY okay to think about, so I’m starting to let myself do just that.

But I can’t deal with that now. It’s time to go back downstairs and wait for the school bus. Gosh, I hope Julie is still okay with everything that happened yesterday.

On to Chapter Seven

This is not my usual kind of story. Something on the news about a lost refugee girl piqued my interest. The more I thought about the trauma that many suffer, the more I wanted to write something.

There is no in-depth story, just a coming together of a lost soul and a caring person.

***

By kinkys_sis

The nights were drawing in, now that November was here. The darkness came early, making my preferred running routes a bit dangerous. I’m referring to the terrain, not any lurking unpleasant characters. The last thing I needed was a twisted ankle, or worse. I didn’t want to miss any soccer matches because of a self-inflicted injury.

The past few nights, I’d tried the local park. It had a fairly long and winding paved pathway. and it was never that busy after dark. Three or four circuits, two or three nights a week, were enough to meet my quota.

Tonight, I was on my second lap when I passed a girl sitting on a park bench. If it weren’t for the feeling that I’d seen her somewhere before, I likely wouldn’t have noticed her. She had an air of sadness about her. But these days, the world’s full of unhappy people, or so it seemed to me. I ran on.

On my next lap, I was vaguely aware that she’d gone. I didn’t give it much thought.

I arrived at the main gate, a good spot to pause and take a swig from my water bottle. Then I saw her again. She was outside the park by the main road. What was she doing? Fuck! She was trying to look sexy for the passing cars. But … it was a kind of half-hearted and very amateurish attempt.

I watched as a car drew to a stop. I saw the window wind down and a guy lean his head out and speak, though I couldn’t hear what he was saying. The girl took a couple of steps towards the car, then stopped. Suddenly, she turned and ran back into the park. I saw the tears glistening on her face as she passed me and disappeared into the darkness. The noise of the car speeding away drew my attention for a second before I turned to look for the girl again. She was nowhere to be seen.

I thought of searching for her, but why? It wasn’t wise to get mixed up with the goings-on of prostitutes, for that was what I decided the girl must be. I tucked my water bottle away and took up another lap.

I heard her before I saw her. She was back on the same bench as before. But now, she was sobbing pitifully.

I dithered, slowing my pace. It was a shock to see how young she was. I’m thirteen, and she was just about my age – a year or two older at most.

I came to a stop, barely a few yards away from her, uncertain whether I should poke my nose into someone else’s problems. She turned her head and lifted her face towards me.

For a moment she stared, then she said, “Fuck off. Leave me alone.” Her English was good enough, but she had a heavy accent. Eastern European, I guessed.

“Okay, then, if you’re sure,” I said. “I was only checking to see if you’re all right.”

“Sorry, that was rude. Shit!”

She bent forward on her seat, crying into her hands. I couldn’t just run away and leave her like that. She didn’t look up when I sat next to her. Now, I was sort of lost. What do I do, or say, for that matter? I sat quietly. I’d let her speak if she wanted to.

Eventually, her sobbing subsided. She gave me a quick glance, then turned away again. Her voice quivered when she repeated the “sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “If you want to talk, you can. If you don’t, that’s fine, too. Maybe I’ll sit with you for a while. Or you can tell me to fuck off again.”

That brought a momentary smile to her face. “I won’t. It was kind of you to stop, though I’m not sure why you would. I mean, you don’t know me.”

I thought she was about to burst into tears again. Cautiously, I placed a hand over hers. She began to pull away from the touch, then seemed to change her mind. Her hand turned and her fingers clutched at mine.

I saw the streaks on her face from the tears that had mingled with her mascara. Yet I could still see how pretty she was underneath the mess.

I searched for something to say, then settled for introducing myself. “My name’s Sonya. You want to tell me yours?”

In little more than a whisper, she answered, “Evhenyia.” She realised that I may not have heard her. “Evhenyia,” she repeated in a stronger voice, “but here I go by Erica. It’s easier.”

“Where are you from?”

This time, she spoke firmly and with no hesitation. “Ukraine. I’m a refugee from the war, I suppose is what you would say.”

Okay, so maybe I now understood a little. But what on earth had she been doing outside the park? It didn’t make sense. “But, that man in the car –?”

I saw she obviously didn’t want to answer, so I let it ride. “Okay you don’t want to say. So the next question is, what are you doing here?”

“I have nowhere else to go. I have no money left. I’m thirsty and I’m hungry. I thought…” There she stopped.

“So you thought you could get some money… from men? But you couldn’t do it, that’s why you ran from the guy that stopped.”

“Yes.”

I remembered my water and dug out the bottle and the one banana I always carried for energy. I never saw anyone eat and drink so fast.

“Erica, how long is it since you last ate anything?”

“I don’t know. Maybe like three days I guess.”

This whole thing defied my imagination. I thought the Ukrainian refugees were all housed and looked after. Why was this girl alone and starving?

Bit by bit, she told me her story. I saw how difficult it was for her, but at least she wasn’t crying anymore.

Her father was fighting with the army. She had no idea where he was, nor even if he was alive. She had got separated from her mother during an air raid. She had searched for her for days but without success. The Russians had been advancing towards Kyiv when a charity had bundled her onto a train heading west. She had no say in the matter, however much she pleaded. That was at the beginning of the war. She’d spent some time in a camp in Poland before she got sent on to England.

She was kept with some other kids until an English family had taken her in. At first it seemed fine. They even found a place in school for her. She had lived just waiting for news of her mother and father. None had come.

Then one night, when the wife was out for the evening with friends, the man came home drunk. He went after Erica, grabbing her breasts and putting his hand up her skirt. He’d just managed to rip her panties off when she got hold of a lamp and hit him over the head. He went down, bleeding badly but still moving. Erica knew where they kept a little money in a drawer. It was only about fifty pounds, but she stuffed that and a few of her things in a bag and ran. The man had managed to get up, and he almost caught her again, but she got away. That was maybe over a week ago. She wasn’t sure exactly how long. The money had paid for a train ticket to the city, some food and things, but now it was all gone.

“Why didn’t you go to the police?” I asked her. “They would have helped you.”

“I thought they might believe him and not me if he claimed I attacked him to steal their money,” Erica said. “I didn’t want to end up in prison or whatever. I didn’t know what to do.”

“And tonight you needed money and you thought you could get it by offering sex on the street. Which isn’t that much different than what you ran away from.”

She just nodded, and I saw the saddest, loneliest girl.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Fourteen.”

I was almost certain my mum would agree with me that there was only one thing I could do. “Where’s your things? You wanna grab them? You’re coming with me.”

“But where to? I told you, I’m not going to the police.”

“No police. You’re coming home with me. Oh, and I don’t have a father that you need worry about.”

She led me towards some bushes where she pulled out a small bag. She dug inside the bag and found a small packet of tissue wipes. She handed one to me. “Will you clean my face for me please? I must look like shit.”

It was quite dark, but I was again struck by how pretty she was. I finished cleaning her up as best as I could. “That’ll do until we get you in the shower. I guess you’d like that.”

She put her fingers to my face. “I was right. You are kind, Sonya. Thank you.” She leaned and kissed my cheek.

“Come on, it’s not far,” I told her.

***

Mum was busy in the kitchen when I shut the front door behind us. “Good run, love?” she called out. “You’ve been a long time tonight.” Then she came out of the kitchen to find us still taking our shoes off in the hallway. “Oh, you’ve got a friend with you. I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“Mum, this is Erica. It’s a bit of a story. Is it okay if I show her the bathroom and I’ll tell you all about her?”

“Of course it is, love. Dinner will be an hour yet.”

I showed Erica my bedroom and where my jeans and jumpers were. “After your shower, you can come back in here and find something to wear, whatever you need. Then we can have some dinner.”

I thought for a moment she was about to begin crying again. Her lips trembled, but she managed a smile. “Sonya, can I have a hug for a minute? I’ve been so frightened and alone. I can’t believe you’re real.”

The hug lasted an age. Then she leaned back. “Thank you. Now you can show me the shower.” I got another quick peck. The only difference was, this time it was on my lips. I remembered it’s what these foreigners did. They always seemed to be kissing each other when they said hello or goodbye. But still, it was the first time I’d ever been kissed on the lips, even if I did barely feel it.

I found her a towel and showed her how the shower worked. I got myself a bit wet in the process, and it was the first time that I’d heard her laugh. It was a nice laugh. I liked this girl.

Mum was very nearly in tears herself as I told her Erica’s story. “She must stay here until we decide what to do,” she said. “The poor girl must be terrified out of her wits. And starving, never mind needing a good night’s sleep in a proper bed.”

I was relieved. I’d felt sure Mum would see it the same way I had. But you never knew with grownups, not for sure anyway.

“Now, you go up and see how she’s getting on,” Mum said. “She might be too shy to come downstairs.”

The bathroom light was off, so I knew she’d be in my room. I knocked first and waited before I heard her say to come in. She was sitting on my bed with a towel still wrapped around her, looking lost.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I don’t have clean underwear, and I didn’t like to take things without asking. So I waited for you.”

“Hey, I told you, help yourself. Whatever you need, it’s fine, honestly.”

She went to my panties drawer and put a hand inside to feel around. “So many and so nice,” she said, before she picked out a pair of what I think of as my pretty but naughty ones – open white lace you can see straight through. I wasn’t even sure why I had bought them. I never wore stuff like that. I wouldn’t dare. I guess it was just the thrill of buying something I thought of as sexy.

Then I got my first big shock. She untucked the towel and let it drop to the floor. She didn’t do it for my benefit. It just seemed to be her way. I’ve seen plenty of girls in the soccer room showers but never a naked girl in my bedroom. It was different, somehow.

The panties were about a size too small for her. They fit very snuggly. Unself-consciously, she turned to face me. “Bit tight maybe? What do you think?”

She only meant for me to check the fit, but I found my eyes fixed on the patch of hair behind the lace.

Erica laughed for the second time. “What’s the matter? You’ve gone a bit red in the face. You never saw a girl in panties before?” She bent down to look at them as she spoke. “Oh, I see. They make my bits stand out. Maybe we find a better fit.”

With that, she wiggled her hips and pushed the panties down. Now my eyes were fixed on her pussy lips. I was looking to see what had caused the panties to take on the shape they had. Her slit had much puffier lips than mine.

She turned away to rummage in the drawer. Now I was staring at her arse. I shook my head. What the fuck was the matter with me? I mean, I don’t look at girls. I don’t even look at boys. That’s when the thought hit me. I don’t look, period! Now, I was. But why?

Erica soon had the second pair pulled up. They were more modest, and they fit her better. I heard Mum calling, “Dinner in five.”

Erica found a jumper and a pair of track-suit bottoms that fit her just fine. I quickly teased her hair out with a dryer and brush. She looked in the mirror. “Hello you, welcome back,” she said and laughed.

I noticed Mum had cut our portions down. I guess she thought that Erica shouldn’t eat too much just yet. But she did the same for all of us so as not to make it look too obvious. I saw Erica’s surprise when we each got a glass of wine.

“We’re sort of part Italian. We always have wine,” Mum said. “Is it okay for you? We’ve got others if you don’t like it.”

I thought Erica was going to burst into tears again. But instead, she smiled. “It’s wonderful. Everything is wonderful. And you, Sonya, and your mum. I don’t know what to say.”

Mum beat me to it. “There’s no need to say anything at all. Sonya did the right thing in bringing you here. You’re welcome here, as long as is needed. Now, I’ll hear no more about it.”

***

After dinner we sat and watched TV for a while, but I soon noticed Erica nodding off. I gave her a nudge. “What?” she asked.

“I think it’s time you were in bed,” I said. “And I’ve got soccer in the morning, so an early night won’t hurt me either.”

“You play in a soccer team? I saw the trophies and thought they were someone else’s. Are they yours?”

“Some are my dad’s. Some are my sister’s – she’s away at the moment – but some are mine. You can come and watch tomorrow. Or you can stay in bed to catch up on your sleep. Whatever you want.”

I took Erica to sis’s room. “You’re sleeping in my sister’s bed for tonight. We’ll get things sorted better tomorrow.”

She showed no shyness as she shrugged out of her clothes, but I thought she watched for my reaction as I couldn’t help glancing at her boobs. Then she climbed into bed.

“No, no, no,” she said as I turned away. “Come and say goodnight with a hug please, Sonya.”

I felt strangely nervous as I bent down to her. She reached up and pulled me down, right down, until I more or less lay on top of her. She hugged me tight for a minute or more. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable when she pushed me up just a little way.

“Thank you again,” she said. “I know I am very lucky today. You stop for a stranger and then … all of this. I think you’re a very special person.”

Then she kissed me. I mean like, a proper kiss. I almost panicked. This was something new to me. But then, she broke the kiss and just smiled up at me. “Sorry, but I wanted to do that to say thank you. I hope you don’t mind too much?”

I must have looked puzzled when she let go of me and I sat up. “Don’t look so shocked, please. I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to.”

I mumbled a goodnight. She switched off the bedside light as I left the room. Her words hung in my mind. I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to. To me, that seemed to say that she would do it again if I wanted. All I knew was I felt odd. I don’t know how else to describe it.

The last thing I remembered, as I drifted off to sleep, was how beautiful her boobs and pussy were.

***

Erica was still asleep when I left for soccer. I was surprised at how disappointed I felt. I’d really wanted her along to watch me play.

The match hadn’t long got underway when I saw her give me a wave from the touchline. From a distance, it almost looked like me standing there. My jumper, my jeans, my coat. My heart kind of flipped. “She’s here.”

The match was something of a walkover for us. Our opponents were half a mile down the table from us and we hammered the poor sods. I got a hat-trick, two headers and a rocket from my boot into the top corner. It ended up seven to nil. I felt so much more elated than normal, though, because I’d seen Erica jumping and clapping when I scored.

In the dressing room, Jane asked, “Who’s the new girlfriend then, Sonya? Haven’t seen you with a girl before.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. It’s someone staying with us, that’s all.”

Jane laughed. “Yeah, okay, whatever you say. But go tell her, coz she thinks you’re her girlfriend. Believe me, I know these things.” She looked me up and down. “I forget you’re one of the youngest on the team. Just how old are you now?”

The team was for sixteen and under. Jane was one of the older ones. “Thirteen, but so what?”

She laughed again. “You’re so tough out there on the field, it’s easy to forget you’re still a kid. Maybe you haven’t got to thinking about these things yet, but let me tell you, that girl wants to get in your pants.” She pointedly looked at my body. “Come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind myself.” But she said that with another laugh.

I did know Jane was only into girls, but what the fuck did she mean about Erica? I was deep in thought as I dressed. The showers were bust so it would have to wait until I got home. But still, that kiss last night. And what she’d said after. Did she like me – I mean, that way? Shit! Was she a lesbian?

This was way out of my experience. Yet … it didn’t make me nearly as uncomfortable as I thought it would.

She saw me coming and ran to meet me. She actually lifted me off my feet and swung me around as she held me tightly. “Wow, Sonya, you’re a star! I never much liked football, but now. Well, I could watch you play all day.” Then she forgot what she had said the day before, because she kissed me again. Only a brief kiss, but a kiss. “Oh, sorry, I forgot,” she said. “But I had to kiss my hero.”

Holding hands was fairly common among my school friends. I mean like, buddies held hands. It didn’t make you girlfriends. But I was acutely aware of the way my hand felt in hers. This whole thing was baffling.

Mum was at work until late afternoon. I dumped my gear in the laundry room. “Help yourself if you want anything. I gotta go get a shower. I won’t be long.”

But then she followed me up the stairs. She answered my questioning look with a smile. “I keep you company. Don’t mind me.”

Well, I did mind. I wasn’t used to someone watching me get undressed or showering at home. But then I thought, yeah, I did get some weird pleasure myself watching her get undressed the day before. Besides, it seemed sorta crass to tell her no.

I couldn’t help thinking about what Jane had said, and it worried me. Erica sat herself on the loo, watching me. Her eyes glanced from one place to another as I undressed. I ditched my panties and dived into the shower. I knew she could still see me through the glass door, but I felt better with some partition between us. Or did I? I suddenly had the awful thought that I wanted her to see me and what I was doing. It was the strangest thought I could have had, and it shook me.

I’d never before had any thoughts in that direction. So why now all of a sudden?

I still tried to make a show of modesty when I washed my private parts. It was the sponge that made me aware that my pussy was tingling. Fuck! What was the matter with me? It was the first time in my life I actually thought about being turned on.

I switched off the water, realising that in my haste to get into the shower, I’d forgotten the towel. When I opened the screen, Erica was holding it out, spread wide. Naturally, I thought she’d just drape it over me and then let go. But she didn’t. Instead, she wrapped it around me and began to rub me down.

I was too startled to object or even know how to object. I just stood there dumb as she rubbed the towel over me. She did my back, then my neck and arms. She turned me to face her and without a pause, she rubbed at my boobs. The towel had opened in the process and that’s when I saw how stiff my nipples were.

She had seen my glance. She smiled at me. “They like me drying them for you,” she said “I bet it feels nice.”

I could feel the flush that came to my cheeks. Her words, as well as the reaction of my tits, had me confused. But she’d already moved on, rubbing the towel over my tummy before kneeling and drying my feet.

Her face was right in front of my pussy but she wasn’t looking there. Maybe I was wrong after all. Maybe she was just being nice.

Her hands worked their way up my legs. First one, then the other. My apprehension built. What would she do next? Surely, she wouldn’t touch me there … but she did. She slipped the towel between my legs and she pressed up. I felt myself jump and my panic welling up as I squeezed my hands into tight fists.

But then she pulled away, turned me around and went to work on my bum. She gave my back a little push as her knees pressed my legs a little wider. Oh, God, she was sliding the towel between my cheeks until it pressed to my arsehole. The tingle in my pussy had gone mad. I desperately wanted to touch myself like I would have done had I been alone. Instead, I clenched my hands even tighter.

“There, you relax now. All done,” she said. Then she lightly smacked one cheek of my arse and… fuck! She kissed the other.

The reflection in the shower glass showed her getting to her feet behind me. She lifted the towel and wrapped it around my hair. I felt her move closer before her arms came around and hugged me. She seemed to like doing it, but it was embarrassing, being naked with her pressed against me like that.

Or was it? I found myself leaning back into her. Her grip tightened. Her head rested on my shoulder and her warm breath caressed my neck. I wondered if she realised just where her hands were as they pressed beneath my boobs.

I got the answer when her fingers spread wide and slowly moved up until they cupped me. It hit me then: I liked the feel of it, and how she was making me feel. But still, I kept telling myself this shouldn’t be happening.

I reached up, intending to pull her hands away, but at that moment, her lips nuzzled my neck. My hands reached hers, but they didn’t do anything else. Her lips pressed harder.

I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped my lips. Then I was holding her hands over my tits. They moved, feeling and squeezing. My hands just held hers and followed. The kisses on my neck moved upward. When her lips touched my ear, she whispered, “Sonya.”

Almost in a trance, I began to turn. Then I stopped. What the fuck was I doing? Her hands moved to my shoulders, one pushing, the other pulling, gently.

“Sonya, you know you feel it. Don’t fight. Please.”

I didn’t let her turn me around. Nothing made sense. Something inside was urging me to turn, and yet I rebelled against it.

Her hands went back to holding me. They weren’t forcing me. I could have pulled away from her if I really wanted, but I couldn’t seem to move.

Her fingers caressed my tummy. “So strong,” she whispered in my ear. “Your muscles are beautiful, Sonya darling.” Her other hand was back over my breast, but this time her fingers twirled the nipple. It was hard beneath her touch. So busy was I thinking about that nipple, I barely noticed the other hand dropping lower. Until a finger pressed softly and slowly into the front of my pussy.

My clit felt the light caress, the little circle her finger made as it teased me. I found myself pushing back against her once more. The finger became more insistent. My legs trembled and I knew I should push her away. I reached down to… oh shit, it felt so good. My hand covered hers and then pressed her to me. Now there were two fingers, one on either side of my clit, pinching it.

I wondered what she was up to when the hand left my tit and pushed instead behind my back. She seemed to fumble for a moment, then she took hold of the hand I had dangling at my side, drawing it back between us. I knew then what she wanted. I wasn’t sure it was what I wanted, but with her fingers squeezing my clit, I wasn’t thinking too clearly. I found my hand being pushed down the front of her open jeans.

All I could think of was how wet she was. Her panties, her pussy lips – she was soaking. So much more than I had ever been when I played with myself.

My body shook, jerking on her fingers. I had lost the ability to reason. I just wanted to come. And fuck! I wanted to feel her pussy.

My fingers curled between the hot, dripping lips and found her clit. It was the first time I had felt one other than my own. Erica rubbed me faster in response.

“Oh God, Sonya. Fuck me, yes? Please.”

I knew I was ready to come. My shaking became more violent. My body went out of control as I felt the most wonderful climax wash over me. I hunched forwards. Only her hands kept me from falling as her fingers pushed into my cunt. I had never frigged myself as fast as she did. I jerked on her hand as I came.

She turned me around and held me in her arms. My eyes were still screwed shut when her lips touched mine. This time, I didn’t want to fight it. Her lips were full and sensuous. Her tongue forced my lips apart. I found it strange, but it was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced.

Her hips moved against mine as she humped the hand that I had forgotten was still down her – my – panties. I pushed my fingers into her and let her fuck herself on them as I lost myself in our kiss.

Her hands gripped my arse, urging me against her writhing body, then suddenly dropped to her sides as she began to tremble. For the strangest reason I wanted to see. I fell to my knees and watched my pumping fingers and the dribbles that ran down my wrist. She shouted, “Fuck!” And then she was coming.

I pulled her close and rested my face against her tummy. I could smell the giddy aroma of sex as I held her tight. Tremors still shook her as her fingers entwined in my hair.

I was overcome with an urge to take my head lower, I wanted to kiss her pussy. The jeans and panties easily slipped down until my lips could reach. Just a quick thank-you for what we’d shared. That’s all I intended. But she grabbed my hair and held me fast, grinding her pussy lips over my mouth.

Memories of odd conversations amongst the girls at school filled my mind and I knew what she was expecting from me. She must have felt my resistance, because she lifted me to my feet. “Just kiss me,” she said. “That’s all I need.”

Finally, we broke the kiss and cuddled together for a while. “I didn’t upset you? Please tell me no,” she said. “I wanted you so badly and I was frightened you’d say no if I asked. So I guess, I need to say I’m sorry. I’d hate it if I’ve spoiled things between us.”

I leaned over and gave her another quick kiss. “You’re right, I would have said no. But now… well now I’m glad you didn’t ask.”

I saw the relief on her face. I wasn’t finished, though, not yet. “I think you’ve felt every single inch of me. But me, I only got to feel your pussy. You think we might go to my room… coz I… I wanna rip your clothes off. Well, my clothes, actually.”

“Yes? You want it?” She grabbed my hand. “What are we waiting for?”

***

Mum was way overexcited when she got home. She thrust a newspaper at us. “Front page and then on page three. Read it.”

The search was on for a missing girl. A man had been arrested on unspecified but serious charges related to her disappearance. The police feared for her safety and asked the public to report any sighting of her. Erica’s photo was a bit dated, but it was definitely her. There was a whole load more, but it was clear that Erica wasn’t in any trouble.

The next morning Mum answered a knock at the door. The guy said he was from the Daily Express and asked if he could have a word with Erica. It seemed they had received a tip from an anonymous source as to Erica’s whereabouts. He assured Mum that nothing would be revealed or printed without Erica’s say-so.

The upshot was that the newspaper would pay Erica two thousand pounds for an exclusive story. Perhaps more at a later stage if they were able to follow up with a story about locating her mother and father.

“You could find my mum and dad?” she asked him.

He told her that would likely be quite easy. He also gave her some advice. She needed to get her status with us official before we got into trouble with social services. She should go to the police right away. He also told us that taking in a Ukrainian refugee was straightforward and there shouldn’t be any problems with Erica staying with us. The Daily Express would help in any way they could.

***

 A short while later, Erica had official residency status with us. Her stuff had been fetched. Of course, my sister needed her room back, but we were able to squeeze another bed into my room. It was a tight fit – which suited us just fine.

The man’s wife told her she had known the dangers from her husband and she was sorry for ever having let him get near her.

The newspaper kept its promise. Erica’s father was tracked down to a hospital where he was recovering from wounds he suffered on the front line. Her mother had only been able to make a short visit to England for a tearful reunion with Erica before she had to return to work.

“For the government, but I can’t say more,” she had said. “Although it’s not dangerous.”

***

Jane had the final word.

“You see, I did tell you? It’s plain a mile away that you two are fuckin’. Am I right?”

“Oh, yes,” I answered with the broadest grin. “We weren’t then, but we are now.”

“Way to go, girlie,” she shot back. “You’ve joined the sisterhood.”

“Oh, by the way, Jane, did you get any money from the Express? You were the one who called them, am I right?”

“How’d you guess?”

“Who else? Actually, you did us a big favour in the end!”

The End