Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author’s note: A little context might be necessary for part 3.

It features cameo appearances by two characters from a previous series of mine that suffered a tragedy in the final part of that story. This chapter deals with the aftermath of that tragedy.

It’s not as depressing as it sounds.

No, really, it isn’t…

***

by BlueJean

The church fête was held on the village green once a year and drew people from far and wide. Traditionally the fête had been a way to raise funds for church repairs, but these days it was more about community, people showcasing their various skills and selling homemade goods.

I wasn’t all that concerned about the community part. I’m not exactly a people person. But it was a good way to sell some of our honey and other apiary products.

I had a little stall set up on the green, and the girls were enjoying playing at being shopkeepers. Freya used the calculator on her tablet to work out the cost and change, and Millie put each item into a paper bag and handed it to the customer.

Even Bee got in on the action. The puppy had her soft bed down by the side of the stall, and spent the day making lots of new friends as people made a fuss of her and gave her treats.

Other people from the village and the surrounding area were selling their own products. Fruit and vegetables, chutneys and preserves, lemonade, artisan bread, alcohol, knitted goods, pottery. There wasn’t much you couldn’t find here.

A couple of years back, a middle-aged couple from the neighboring county had set up a satanic stall, selling pentagram beer mats, Ouija boards and homemade 666 Cider. I thought it was absolutely hilarious, but the vicar didn’t agree. They weren’t invited back.

Sadie had a go at making damson jam this year, and we sold it for her on our stall alongside my honey. She had apologised profusely about masturbating during our Zoom call, and we’d both laughed about it afterward, but I couldn’t help feeling there was something different between us now. Something that couldn’t be put back in the box.

I could see the vicar moving towards my stall and groaned. He was a squat little man in his sixties, hair combed over his head in a futile attempt at hiding his baldness and beady little eyes that betrayed the lack of humour in his pretend smile. I didn’t like that he was a bit over friendly with little girls and boys either. I had no proof that he’d done anything wrong, but people had been talking for years.

“Hello, Georgia and Sadie!” he cried, his eyes on Freya and Millie, rather than my friend and me.

“Afternoon, vicar,” Sadie said pleasantly.

“Vicar,” I said, not so pleasantly.

“And hello, Freya and Molly!”

“I’m Millie,” Millie corrected him, looking a little offended.

“Millie, yes. And aren’t you both looking pretty today?”

Just you try it, you slimy little weasel, and I’ll rip your spleen out via your arsehole, is what I wanted to say, but instead opted for, “Say hello, girls.”

“Hello,” the girls chimed in unison.

“Ha ha!” the vicar chuckled. “Oh, thanks muchly for helping me organise again this year, Sadie. Your assistance was invaluable.”

“Always glad to help,” Sadie said, all smiles.

“And I hope to see you at church one day, Georgia. I haven’t given up on you yet!”

“Oh, I’m pagan through and through, vicar. There’s nothing I enjoy more than sacrificing a goat, or burning some poor soul in a wicker man.”

That cheap smile was wiped off the vicar’s face in an instant. He gave me a shocked look, then the smile was back. He waggled a finger at me. “Ah, I see! You’re having a joke with me. Haha! Very good, very good! God loves a sense of humour!”

“Yes, those biblical plagues and genocidal floods were a right side splitter,” I said, sarcastically.

“Ha ha! Well done! Well done!” the vicar chuckled as he slunk off to annoy someone else.

“Twat,” I said under my breath.

Sadie swatted my arm. “Don’t call him that, he’s a man of the cloth!” she said, a combination of shock and amusement on her face.

As the day wore on, I began to wish that the rest of the honey would hurry up and find a good home. It was getting hot, and I was becoming weary of the incessant chatter of people as they strolled about the village green. Freya, Millie and Bee were getting bored too, by the look of it.

I almost decided to call it a day when a lady and a young girl with blonde curly hair approached our stall.

“Heya,” I greeted them.

“Hi,” said the woman. “Did you make this honey?”

“Well, the bees made it, really, but I helped them put it into jars,” I replied, but the woman didn’t seem to find that funny. I don’t think I was shopkeeper material.

“Shall we take a jar, Peanut?” the woman said to the sombre looking girl beside her. The child, who looked to be about Freya’s age, nodded.

“We don’t have any jars of peanuts, just honey and some beeswax,” Millie said, helpfully.

“Shhh, Millie!” Freya hissed at her sister.

“What?” Millie said, confused.

“That’ll be £8 please,” I said.

Millie took one of the remaining jars of honey and popped it into a paper bag. The flimsy bags really weren’t much use, but Millie insisted that bagging up the jars was an extremely important part of the whole honey selling venture.

“That’ll be £8 please,” Freya said to the lady.

“Mummy already said that,” Millie reminded her sister.

“Shut up, Millie!” Freya said under her breath.

“Kids,” I said to the woman and rolled my eyes. She smiled and handed me a £10 note.

“Now I’ll just work out your change on my calculator,” Freya told her customer.

“It’s £2 change, you don’t need a calculator for that,” Millie said.

“Stop it, Millie! This is my job, not yours!”

“Stop arguing and give the lady her change, please,” I said, embarrassed.

Bee climbed out of her bed and jumped up on the blonde haired girl, wagging her tail.

“Down, Bee! Down!” I commanded the puppy, but she pretended she couldn’t hear me.

Millie walked round to the front of the stall and held a finger up. “Down, Bee. Good girl,” she said softly.

Bee sat down on the grass obediently.

The young girl knelt down and stroked the pup behind her ears. “She’s so cute,” she said in a quiet voice.

Millie knelt down too. “Her name’s Bumblebee, but we just call her Bee,” she told the girl proudly.

I pulled out a £2 coin from my bag of change and gave it to Freya, who handed it to the lady.

“Thank you,” the lady said and Freya went to give her the bagged up jar of honey.

“No, stop! That’s my job! Get away from it!” Millie shrieked, flapping her arms up and down, scrambling up to hand the honey to the lady.

“Well, give it to the customer then! You’re so embarrassing,” Freya said, hiding her face behind a hand.

I shook my head and smiled at the lady. “Are you local?” I asked her.

“No, we’re just down here for a break. We rented a little holiday cottage a couple of miles away,” she told me.

“Oh, that’s nice. It’s a beautiful part of the country, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it really is. It’s just what we needed.”

“Have you been to Habbernack Island yet?” Millie asked the girl, who shook her head. “It’s like this really tiny island on a pond, and there’s a boat that anyone can use to get there, and sometimes my sister and me camp there. Don’t we, Freya?”

“Uh… yeah,” Freya replied and stood on tiptoes to peer over the stall counter at the girl kneeling on the grass below. The newcomer glanced up at her and Freya darted back behind the stall, a mortified look on her face.

“You guys can go and show her the island, if her mum says it’s okay,” I said to the girls.

“Would you like that, Peanut?” the lady said to her daughter.

“Okay,” the girl replied, standing up.

“I’ll have a look round some of the other stalls until you get back, then.”

“Come on, Peanut! Follow me and Freya!” Millie said and marched off.

I gave Freya a gentle push. “Off you go, then.”

Freya didn’t seem thrilled about her new role as tour guide, but she reluctantly followed her sister and the blonde-haired girl. Bee tried to go with them, but I called her back to me and gave her one of her rawhide chews. I didn’t want her going near the pond, just in case the girls weren’t watching and she got into trouble in the water. Bee was still very young.

“I’m Georgia, by the way,” I told the lady and held out a hand.

“Sarah,” she replied and shook it.

***

I wasn’t sure about this girl called Peanut.

For a start, she had just about the silliest name I’d ever heard. Who would call their kid Peanut?

Second, she was very quiet and I hadn’t seen her smile even once. That was a bit suspicious. There was this one boy at school who never spoke to anyone and didn’t laugh or smile much and one day we found out that he’d been stealing cheese from some of the other kids’ lunch boxes. Just cheese, nothing else. Weird, right?

I’m not saying Peanut stole cheese, she probably didn’t, but I was definitely keeping an eye on her.

As we left the village green, we saw Mr Dalliard walking in the opposite direction. He looked a bit smarter than usual, wearing a navy blue blazer on top of his usual shirt and tank top. I was surprised he didn’t melt in the heat with all those clothes on. He wore his flat cap too. I don’t think I had ever seen him without it. I wondered if he wore it in the bath and when he went to bed.

“Hello, Mr Dalliard!” Millie shouted as we walked over to him.

“‘Ow do, young’uns,” Mr Dalliard said and doffed his cap at us.

“Mr Dalliard, this is Peanut. We’re going to take her to visit Habbernack Island,” my sister told him.

“‘Ow do, nipper.” Mr Dalliard winked at Peanut.

“Pardon?” Peanut said, looking confused.

I translated for her. “Mr Dalliard says hello.”

“Oh. Hi.”

“Mr Dalliard is the oldest man in the world,” Millie told Peanut.

“He’s not,” I said to Peanut quietly so Mr Dalliard wouldn’t overhear us.

“He is,” my sister insisted.

“He’s not!”

“He is!”

“I is, young’un, ’tis true. I’s older than old, me,” Mr Dalliard told Peanut.

“Pardon?” Peanut said, looking more confused than ever.

“We better go, Mr Dalliard. Nice to see you,” I said, trying to end the conversation before it got too embarrassing.

“Aye, hop along then, littluns. Have fun,” Mr Dalliard said and we headed off in the direction of Habbernack Pond.

The pond was a nice spot to come and watch the ducks swim about. Usually at this time of day there would have been a few people walking their dogs or maybe sitting on the benches that had been carved into old tree trunks and varnished, but because of the fête, we had the whole place to ourselves.

To me and my sister, Habbernack Pond was a great ocean and the Island was our pirate fortress. There was a little jetty with a rowing boat tied up to it, and that was our pirate frigate The Millennium Falcon. Millie decided on the name. She loves Star Wars.

“Peanut? How old are you?” I asked as we walked down a hill towards the jetty.

“I’m nine,” Peanut replied.

Nine. Good. I was older than her, which meant I was in charge.

“Peanut? How come you’re called Peanut?” Millie asked.

“Um… I’m not, that’s just a nickname my mum uses sometimes.”

I knew her name wasn’t really Peanut. What? I did!

“What’s your real name, then? I said.

“Kerry.”

“I’m Millie and that’s Freya,” my sister said, pointing at herself, then me.

“Would you like to play pirates with us?” I asked Kerry. I still didn’t trust her and if she tried to boss me around I’d definitely fight her, but I’m nice so I was willing to give her a chance.

“Pirates? How do you play that?” Kerry asked.

I cleared my throat. “Well, usually we find some sticks to use as swords, then we fight each other until Millie surrenders and then I tie her up and put her on the pirate frigate and then we sail to Habbernack Island which is our pirate base and then…”

I wasn’t sure if I should tell her the rest because the pirate game had turned a bit rude lately and I didn’t want Kerry to tell her mum on us.

“And then we just mess about doing piratey stuff,” I finished.

“It’s really fun,” Millie told Kerry.

“Okay, I don’t mind,” Kerry agreed.

“Cool. I’m Freya the Fierce and Millie is One-Eyed Millie. Who do you want to be?”

Kerry shrugged. “I dunno. You think of a name.”

“Captain Peanut!” Millie squealed.

Perfect. “Is Captain Peanut okay, Kerry?”

“Yeah, I s’pose,” Kerry said but she didn’t sound too happy about it. Maybe she was just shy.

“Do you mind being our captive?” I asked her.

“No, I want to be the captive!” Millie said with her hand in the air. “You two capture me and drag me off to your pirate lair.”

Millie liked being the prisoner for some reason. I think she liked being tied up too but I’m not sure why.

My sister ran off to look for some good sticks that we could use as swords while me and Kerry just stood around and waited. I felt a bit awkward.

I took a quick peek at her from the corner of my eye and looked away fast when I saw she was peeking back at me. I tried not to look again but sometimes the harder you try not to do something, the more you end up doing it. I glanced at her and she peeked at me again.

“What?” I said.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay.”

I wished my sister would hurry up.

“Do… do you like pirates?” I asked her, not sure what else to say.

“They’re okay.”

“What do you like better?”

“Um…” Kerry said, thinking. “Dinosaurs, probably.”

“Oh, I quite like dinosaurs too.” I said. I wasn’t that keen on them, to be honest. “Wouldn’t it be awesome if a pirate rode on a dinosaur?”

Kerry looked at me like I’d gone completely mad and I suddenly wished I hadn’t said something so weird. “Yeah, I guess,” she said.

“I’m back!” Millie shouted, running towards us with three big sticks in her arms. Her feet got tangled, and she stumbled and fell. “Owies!” she squealed and looked up at us with a dopey grin on her face.

So embarrassing.

***

“She’s rather beautiful, isn’t she?” Sadie said to me as we watched this woman, Sarah, pottering around the stalls.

“Yes, very glamorous,” I agreed, handing over my last jar of honey to an elderly couple.

“Shall we seduce her?”

“No, we’re not seducing her. What’s wrong with you lately?” I said to my friend.

“I’m bored with my fingers, okay?” Sadie pouted, stamping her foot.

“You’re a school teacher, not a lesbian seductress.”

“Can’t I be both?”

“I suppose you can. Just not at the same time.”

We both laughed.

“What do you think her story is?” Sadie mused as we watched Sarah holding up one of Roy Sutton’s finely knitted cardigans. Roy was a whiz with a knitting needle and also the campiest man I’d ever met. He sometimes came round for tea and scones.

“I wouldn’t like to pry,” I told my nosy friend.

“Hmm… icy cold businesswoman with a young daughter who’s packed off to boarding school most of the time, but gets to spend a few days with her mother on holiday each year.”

“Wow. Way to give a complete stranger an unflattering backstory.”

“I’m only kidding, I’m sure she’s lovely.”

Yes. She was most certainly that.

I wondered why my libido was gravitating more towards other women of late. Perhaps it softened the guilt. Sleeping with other men still seemed like a betrayal of my late husband, but fooling around with other girls felt like a more acceptable proposition. More casual, less committed, perhaps? I wasn’t sure. But I got the feeling that Tony wouldn’t have minded me sleeping with other women.

He would have wanted you to move on, and you’re not moving on if you keep asking yourself what he would have wanted, some part of me told myself.

***

“Let me go, you ruffians!” One-Eyed Millie squealed as she lay tied up on the deck of the Millennium Falcon.

“Silence, cur!” I shouted and poked her with my foot.

Me and Captain Peanut were rowing towards Habbernack Island, our base of operations. Normally we would have unfurled the sails but we didn’t actually have any because… um… they burnt down in a previous battle and we were having trouble raising funds for new ones. Besides, we agreed that it was nice to get some exercise.

Captain Peanut wasn’t very good at rowing, to be honest. I had to explain to her that we were supposed to pull the oars at the same time or we’d just end up going round in circles. Sometimes she would miss the water completely.

But eventually we reached shore and tied our ship up to the little wooden post sticking out of the ground, so it wouldn’t float away. You usually drop the anchor on a ship this size but we couldn’t because… er… it fell off? Nightmare.

“On your feet, ye scurvy dog!” I ordered our prisoner and we marched her over to the willow tree that grew in the middle of the island. The canopy spilled down around us and it was almost like a tent inside, shading us from the sun and hiding us from prying eyes.

“Tie her to the tree, Captain Peanut,” I commanded. I was actually an admiral, so I outranked her.

“Okay,” Peanut said and tied our captive up to the trunk of the tree with the spare bit of rope that we kept in the ship. Captain Peanut was a woman of few words but her cruel and vicious reputation was known throughout the Caribbean. Probably.

I wondered if she could keep a secret though.

I decided to take a chance. If she told on us, I would have to shoot her in the back with my pistol and then bury her on the island.

“Captain Peanut, I think we should have our wicked way with the prisoner,” I declared.

“Huh?”

“Don’t you dare!” One-Eyed Millie wailed, trying her best to look horrified. She couldn’t quite hide a little grin, though.

I undid the button on Millie’s shorts and slowly pulled them down to see how Kerry would react.

Kerry stared at my sister’s white panties and then looked at me.

“Do you think we should pull her knickers down too, Captain?” I asked my second-in-command.

“Yeah, I think you should,” replied Kerry.

“You won’t tell, will you?” I asked her, just to make sure.

She shook her head. “No, I promise.”

Satisfied that our new playmate wouldn’t dob on us, I reached for the waistband of my sister’s panties and slowly pulled them down round her knees. Kerry was staring at Millie’s private bits.

“Watch this,” I said and rubbed my fingers all over Millie’s kitty, her lips parting as I slid a finger between them.

“You should lick her there,” Kerry said.

Wow, licking kitties was a lot ruder than anything me and Millie had tried. Maybe Mum was right when she said all girls were interested in this kind of thing.

“Lick it? I never did that before,” I told her.

“It tastes really nice.”

“You’ve licked someone’s kitty before? Whose?” I asked.

Kerry looked away. “Oh, just a friend,” was all she said.

“Shall I lick it, Millie?” I asked my sister.

“You can if you want, I don’t mind,” Millie replied with a giggle.

I knelt between my sister’s legs and gave her kitty a little lick. It did taste kind of nice, and I felt really naughty and sexy doing it too. I licked it again, for longer this time.

“Put your tongue between her pussy lips,” Kerry suggested.

“Okay,” I replied and pushed my tongue through Millie’s slit. That tasted even nicer.

“It feels funny,” Millie said, looking down at me with a big grin on her face.

“Do you want a go, Kerry?” I said.

Her eyes lit up. “Yes, please,” she said, quick as a flash.

“Is it okay if Kerry licks it, Millie?” I asked my sister. It was her kitty, after all.

“Mm-hmm,” Millie said, nodding.

Unlike me, Kerry didn’t hesitate. She just dived right in and began lapping away at my sister’s kitty.

“Oh, wow!” Millie gushed as Kerry’s tongue flickered back and forth over her slit.

“Does it feel good?” I asked my sister.

“Yeah. It’s like… it’s like… well, I dunno what it’s like actually, but it feels amazing.”

Kerry used her fingers to spread my sister’s lips apart. She pointed to a little bump at the top of Millie’s kitty. “Lick her there,” she said to me.

I licked right where she told me to, and Millie nearly jumped out of her skin, giving a surprised cry. “Shhh! someone might hear us,” I told her and went back to licking her little nub.

My sister was gazing down at me with this really dreamy look on her face and she kept pushing herself against my mouth. I could smell her kitty, and wondered if it was normal to like it.

“I think we should make our captive lick our pussies now,” Kerry said and loosened the rope a bit. “Can you kneel down please, Millie?” she asked my sister. I didn’t think pirates were that polite to their captives but I was too interested in the things we were doing to care.

Millie knelt down against the willow tree, then Kerry pulled her skirt and panties down and stepped out of them. I craned my neck to get a look at her kitty but tried not to make it look too obvious.

Kerry saw me though. She turned to me, pushed her hips out and spread her fanny open right in my face. “Is this what you want to see?” she said in a voice that was sort of mean but for some reason I didn’t mind. I had no idea this quiet girl could be so rude. It was awesome.

I stared at her kitty and noticed that she was really, really wet. She smelled even better than my sister.

“I’ll let you lick me later, but first you should take your shorts and panties off and then we can make your sister do it to us,” Kerry said.

I was the oldest so I really should have been in charge, but Kerry seemed to know what she was doing and she had some really cool ideas so I was happy to follow her lead. I wasn’t even sure we were still playing pirates anymore, to be honest.

I had a quick peek through the willow leaves just to make sure no one was on the other side of the pond, and then quickly pulled my shorts and knickers off.

“Do your worst, you salty sea dogs! I won’t ever talk!” Millie wailed and then Kerry pushed her kitty into my sister’s face.

“Lick my pussy,” our new friend said but Millie didn’t seem sure.

“Shall I?” my sister asked me.

“Yeah, go on. It tastes nice,” I said. I really wanted to see her do it.

Millie stuck her tongue out and gave Kerry’s kitty a little lick, then another, and then a third, longer one. “This is really rude,” she said, grinning.

“Lick it really fast, like I did to you,” Kerry said to my sister and Millie did her best to flick her tongue over Kerry’s kitty, putting a lot of effort into it.

I couldn’t help but stare at Kerry’s bare bum cheeks, which were clenching in and out as my sister licked her and there was a drowsy look on her face. “You can have a go now,” she said to me.

I didn’t think I needed her permission to put my kitty into my sister’s face, but I wasn’t going to say anything because I didn’t want to spoil the fun.

I bent my knees slightly, thrust my hips out and brought my kitty really close to my sister’s face. “Okay, Millie, do that to me now.”

I felt Millie’s tongue flicking over my kitty lips and it was just about the best thing ever. It was like being tickled with electric shocks, which doesn’t sound that awesome but it really was.

Kerry reached out and spread my kitty open. “See that little lump at the top, Millie? Lick her there.” And when she did, I understood why my sister had cried out like she did. It felt amazing, kind of like a nice stinging, tickling feeling that spread out through my whole kitty.

“My turn,” Kerry said and I nearly told her she would have to wait but I guess it was only fair that she had another go.

We went back and forth like that for a while, taking turns at having Millie lick us until my sister told us her tongue was getting tired.

“Shall I lick yours now, Kerry?” I asked our new friend.

“Let’s lick each other at the same time,” Kerry suggested.

“How?” I asked her.

“Okay, you lay down,” she said and I got on my back.

Kerry stood over me and I thought she was going to sit on my face but she put her legs on either side of my head so that her kitty and her bumhole were right in my face. I’d never seen a bumhole up that close before.

“You can start licking me now,” Kerry told me.

“What shall I do?” Millie said, kneeling down next to us.

“Will you lick my bumhole, Millie?” Kerry asked my sister.

“That’s dirty,” Millie said, screwing her face up.

“It’s not really,” Kerry said.

“I don’t want to lick your bumhole. Shall I just help Freya lick your kitty?”

“Okay then,” Kerry said and put her face between my legs. Soon I could feel her tongue on me.

If having my sister lick my kitty was nice, Kerry doing it to me was about ten times better. It felt like her tongue was everywhere at the same time when she licked and sucked on me. She even fingered me while she licked my little lump and I wondered why I’d never thought of doing both things at the same time. She was really good at sex. I wondered where she’d learnt all this naughty stuff from.

I stuck my tongue out and licked Kerry’s kitty, trying to copy what she was doing. Poking my tongue in and out of her hole was my favourite. It tasted really nice. I was a bit embarrassed that my nose kept touching her bumhole but she didn’t seem to mind and it didn’t smell bad. Millie knelt down next to me and had a little lick too. We kissed each other, which made us giggle, and then I went back to licking Kerry some more.

I started to get that feeling again, the one where I was building up to something but didn’t know quite what. It was almost like I wanted to have a big wee and explode all at once. Only this time, as Kerry sucked on my little bump, I kind of went over the edge and everything was like a white flash.

“Ahhhh!” I moaned without meaning to. I’d never felt anything like it.

“Keep licking, keep licking!” Kerry begged us, so me and my sister kept running our tongues all over her kitty, which was really wet now. I felt her go all tense and I think that was when the same thing that happened to me happened to her too.

I just lay there for a while with Kerry on top of me, amazed by what had just happened, and then she climbed off me. Her mouth was all wet from where she had been licking me. “We just did an orgasm together,” she said.

I knew what an orgasm was, some girls at school had told me about it, but I thought only older girls could have one.

“I’m gonna go look for fish,” Millie said, putting her shorts and knickers back on and stepping through the willow leaves.

Things didn’t seem as awkward between me and Kerry now that we’d done rude stuff together. We sat down against the willow tree, still naked from the waist down. I smiled at her but she didn’t smile back.

“Kerry?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“How come you hardly ever smile?”

Kerry looked down at her knees, then at me, then back at her knees again.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“Something bad happened to me a while back,” she told me in a quiet voice.

I waited for her to continue.

“My best friend died,” she said and burst out crying.

I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there with my mouth open.

Then I remembered how Mum used to rub my back when I cried, so that’s what I did to Kerry. “It’s okay,” I told her softly.

“It’s not okay. I really want her back. I just want her back!” Kerry sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

“Shhh, shhh,” I said as I rubbed her back. I knew you were supposed to say ‘shhh’ too.

I felt really bad for her. So bad that I nearly started crying too.

When she calmed down a bit, I took hold of Kerry’s shoulders and gently pushed her down. “Lay back for a minute,” I told her.

“Why?” Kerry asked, rubbing tears from her eyes.

“It’s okay, trust me.”

I took my t-shirt off and then took Kerry’s off too, so we were both naked. I lay on top of her and started to rub my kitty on hers, up and down, up and down, the wetness from our licking and our orgasms making it feel really nice and slippy.

Kerry started crying again, but not so loud this time. Just a quiet sobbing, her eyes peering at me as tears ran down her face. She cupped my bottom and rubbed herself against me and I kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“Shhh,” I kept saying as I rubbed against her. “It’s going to be okay, Kerry. It’s going to be okay. Don’t cry.”

We rubbed and rubbed, sliding our sticky kitties together. Kerry wrapped her legs around me and we ground against each other harder, little squelchy noises coming from between our legs. We kissed each other like grownups kissed, our tongues touching, tasting one another.

We both orgasmed together again, not as big as last time but softer and nicer, like there was no rush for it to come out.

I wiped away a tear from Kerry’s cheek and she closed her eyes. I closed mine too and rested my head against her neck. “It’s going to be okay,” I whispered and we fell asleep together.

***

I’d collapsed my stall and packed everything into the boot and back seat of my yellow and black striped Volkswagen Beetle, then Sarah strolled over.

“Do you think the girls are all right? They’ve been gone awhile,” she said, looking a little concerned. Bee sniffed around her feet and wagged her tail and Sarah bent to tickle her under her chin.

“They’ll be fine, but I should have told them not to be too long. They tend to lose all track of time.”

“Are you going home now?” Sarah asked. It was early evening and most folks had departed; just a few stalls were still being packed away and loaded into vehicles. Sadie and a few other volunteers were helping the vicar clean up.

“Yeah. Listen, do you want to come back with me? The girls may have already gone home and if not, we can head over to the pond and pick them up,” I suggested.

“What if they come back here?”

“My friend Sadie is going to be here a while longer. If they come back, I’ll get her to send them home.”

“Okay, sure, as long as you think they’re all right.”

I lifted Bee up onto what little space was left on the back seat, closed the door, then opened the passenger side for Sarah. “You don’t need to worry, it’s safe around here. The girls are out running around all the time. Back in a sec,” I said and ran over to Sadie who was taking some signs down.

“Sarah’s coming back home with me to wait for the girls. If they turn up here, can you send them home?” I asked her.

“Sure will.”

“Thanks, see you later!”

“I’m jealous, but have fun!” Sadie trilled as I jogged back to the car.

“Oh, stop,” I said and rolled my eyes at her.

Sarah was sitting in the passenger seat as I climbed in the other side and turned the ignition, the engine sputtering into life. “I couldn’t imagine letting Kerry go out on her own where we live,” she told me.

“That’s why I left the city and moved out here with the girls. It’s a different way of life,” I said as she struggled to clip her seatbelt on. “Sorry, it’s always been a bit dodgy. You have to sort of do it at an angle and then push down hard.”

She was still struggling to clip it in as I drove along. “Can’t seem to get it.”

“Yeah, wiggle it about a bit, it usually clicks in.”

I pulled over and turned the engine off.

“Oh, you didn’t have to pull over, I would have got it eventually,” Sarah said, still fighting the stubborn seatbelt.

“We’re here,” I told her.

Sarah looked up and noticed our thatched cottage. “Oh. Right,” she said and we laughed together.

We left the car behind and strolled up the garden.

“Girls?” I shouted up at the treehouse but there was no answer.

“Wow, it’s so idyllic here,” Sarah remarked as she gazed out across the poppy field.

“Yeah, I love it. Our apiary is over there in the orchard,” I said, gesturing toward the hives.

“It makes my home look like a Russian gulag,” Sarah said as we made our way over to the cottage.

“Girls? Are you here?” I shouted up the stairs but only silence greeted us. “I guess they’re still over at the pond. Would you like a glass of wine before we head over there, or are you keen to pick Kerry up right away?”

“I could manage a glass of red wine, I think,” Sarah said.

“Oh, I don’t have red, I’m afraid, just rosé.”

“Rosé is fine.”

I fed Bee quickly, then grabbed a cold bottle of rosé from the fridge, along with two glasses. “Let’s sit outside,” I suggested and opened the french doors up so we could sit on the rattan couch and look out over the fields.

I wound the awning down to give us some shade, but it was stiff again. I reminded myself to spray some lubricant on it when I had a chance.

“Do you want a hand with that?” Sarah said and grabbed hold of the crank too.

“Thanks,” I told her.

I could smell her perfume, a subtle but pleasant bouquet that reminded me of my wildflower meadow. She glanced at me and smiled as we turned the crank, and suddenly I had an urge to kiss her slender neck.

The awning wound out to its full length, and we sat down to enjoy our wine. It was almost 6:00 PM, and thankfully the heat of the day had subsided a little. A refreshing breeze blew in from across the fields.

“So you’re a city girl, huh?” I said, my feet curled up on the couch.

“Yeah, but we’re right by the coast so we get to enjoy the beach. But nothing as beautiful as this.”

“If my husband was still alive, I’d probably still be living in the city now,” I told her. “I think I’d take him instead of all this, though, as wonderful as it is.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sarah said.

I settled my gaze on her. “You lost someone too, didn’t you?”

She looked out across the barley field, her fingers idly caressing her glass.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I said. I really should learn to keep my mouth shut.

“How did you know?” Sarah spoke again, after a long silence.

“It’s all in the eyes, I guess.”

Another long silence and then she turned to look at me. “How… how do you move on?”

I sighed. “For me… for me it was starting afresh somewhere new, I suppose. Leaving the old life behind, you know? Or trying to…” I said, trailing off. Was I moving on, really? “Maybe it’s different for each person. I really don’t know.”

Sarah smiled bitterly and shook her head. “How could I be so stupid? I thought she was still there, in that old place. I thought I was near her there. But she isn’t there anymore, is she?”

“There aren’t any easy answers, I don’t think. It’s… messy. And ugly. It’s supposed to be messy and ugly,” I told her, aware of how clumsy my words sounded.

A commotion in the sky above us drew our attention — a flock of starlings flying as one across the evening sky, a great undulating cloud of blackness, rattling and chattering.

“Wow,” Sarah said in amazement as we watched them disappear over the trees. And then she looked at me again. “I’m lonely,” she told me.

“Me too,” I said and moved in to kiss her.

She put her fingers on my lips and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I — I can’t.”

I sat back and smiled warmly at her, trying not to let the moment turn awkward. “I understand.”

***

“Look, the starlings!” I heard Millie shout and woke with a start.

Kerry opened her eyes and blinked at me.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” she replied and smiled at me.

I climbed off her and started to get dressed. “We should head back to the fête. I’m not sure Mum will still be there, though.”

“Will we be in trouble?” Kerry asked as she put her clothes on.

“We’ve been out this late before, but your mum might tell us off for kidnapping you.”

Kerry smiled again. She had a nice smile.

We emerged from the willow canopy to find Millie standing by the boat with a strange look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” I asked her.

My sister looked past me and settled her gaze on Kerry. “Your grief is my grief, child,” she said in a weird voice.

I slapped her on the arm. “Oi! Don’t say creepy stuff to Kerry!”

“Huh?” Millie said as Kerry and me walked past her and climbed into the boat.

Somewhere, up in the willow tree, I could hear a crow cackling down at us.

“Hurry up, or we’ll go without you,” I said to my sister and she jumped into the boat with us.

As we were rowing towards the far bank, I could see Mum’s Beetle parked in the gravel car park up on the hill. Mum, Bee and Kerry’s mum were waiting for us near the water. Kerry’s mum put a hand up to wave and Kerry waved back.

Mum drove us to the train station where Kerry and her mum had a ticket back to their holiday cottage. I would’ve liked to have invited Kerry back to play with us again but her mum told us that they would be going back home tomorrow. Kerry and me looked at each other and made sad faces.

The station was home to a lovely old steam train that travelled between a few local stations in the area. It was mostly for the tourists, but my sister, my mum and me liked to ride it every now and then for fun.

We stood on the platform as Kerry and her mum climbed aboard the old locomotive and soon the train blew its whistle to let us know it was leaving. Millie put her fingers in her ears like she always did.

As the train slowly pulled away from the station, steam puffing out of its smokestack, I ran along the platform, trying to keep up with it.

“Kerry!” I shouted and she pulled down the window.

“You’re going to be okay! Okay?” I hollered.

“Okay,” she said and smiled.

“Okay?” I shouted again.

“Okay!” she shouted back.

“OKAY?!” I shouted as loud as I could.

“OKAY!!” she shouted and bounced up and down, laughing.

I slowed down and came to a halt, out of breath, the train chug-chugging out of the little village station and away into the distance.

She would be okay. She would.

I headed back towards my sister and my mum, who were waiting for me at the other end of the platform.

On to Chapter Four!

Note from JetBoy: This chapter picks up right where Chapter 10 leaves off. If you need a refresher, check out that part again — or better still, consult the  Chapter Links  for a thumbnail summary of the entire story. 

by Joe Dornish

Mum and Nicole were standing there in the doorway staring at a roomful of naked young girls — including their underage daughters — who had all been making out just a few seconds ago, if not quite fucking.

Everyone’s eyes seemed to turn to me. Fair enough, the game was my idea and this was my home — so even though I wasn’t the eldest, I was kind of in charge. Now what?

I decided that the best way to deal with this was to be honest. I knew Mum had to be thrilled at what she saw, though I wasn’t quite sure how Nicole felt.

“We’re just playing a game,” I said, getting up. “You’re back early, did you have a good time?”

Mum came over to where I stood and kissed me, letting it linger for a bit longer than mothers usually did. That was when I knew everything was just fine… and maybe, just maybe the real sex party was about to get started.

In a perfectly normal tone, Mum said, “The meal was incredible… I’ll take you and Lilly there sometime. We’d planned to go to the pub for an hour or two, but there was a rugby match on.”

“The place was jam-packed,” Nicole said, ”So we decided to chuck it in for the evening.” She smiled at Mum. “Looks as though the real fun was here all along!”

That was when Lottie and Henri got to their feet, and I burst out laughing. Henri’s make-up was everywhere, her mouth was glistening with Lottie’s wetness, and her hair was askew. Lottie was even worse — still flushed and sweaty, her hair a complete mess and her bra was hanging from a shoulder by its strap. My laughter broke the tension, and the other girls joined in, along with Mum and Nicole.

When the chuckles died down, Mum said, “Sorry, girls, we shouldn’t have burst in like that. Carry on with your game. Nicole and I will be in the kitchen.”

As they turned to leave, Evie said, “You could stay and watch us play the last bit of our game if you like. Lottie and Lilly are monsters now, so they need to check to make sure we’re monsters, too.”

God bless you, Evie, I thought.

Mum looked at me and I nodded, then she replied to Evie, “I’d love to watch.”

“So would I,” said Nicole, then she and Mum seated themselves on the sofa.

I organised us into a line facing the adults and got Lottie to finish taking her bra off — the last bit of clothing between the six of us. Then one by one Lottie and Lilly, the last of the group to get caught, went down the line exploring our bare bodies to see if we really were monsters. The light was bright enough to see exactly what was happening, and no one held back just because our mothers were there.

I was first in line, and Lottie went straight for my chest, teasing my nipples with her fingertips. I stood very still, letting her feel me up. When she got to my pussy, I moved my legs further apart for Lottie, letting her know without words how much I wanted this.

Mum already had that glazed look on her face, the one she always just had before her clothes started to come off. Nicole’s mouth was hanging open, her eyes hungry. That’s when I knew for sure that she wanted the same thing that Mum did — to strip off completely and join in the game.

Then my sister was touching me, her finger sliding up and down between my pussy lips. She leaned in close, and a whimper escaped me when Lilly’s lips brushed my neck.

“Oh, my,” said Nicole, pressing her thighs together.

Much to my delight, when Lottie got to the end she turned around and went back along the row behind us, fondling our bums. We’d all relaxed by then, and were giggling and purring with pleasure as our newest monsters continued to run their hands all over our bodies. When they were done, we stood there grinning at each other, waiting for something to happen.

“So, er, is that the end of the game?” asked Nicole.

“Pretty much,” I said. “Lottie and Lilly were the winners, so they both get a prize.”

“And what might that be?” my mother asked.

“They get to kiss everyone,” I said, then I had a dead brilliant idea. Smiling at Mum and Nicole, I added, “And ‘cause you’re both here in the room with us, that means they can kiss you, too.”

“Well, if those are the rules, then I suppose we’ll have to let the winners have their prize,” Nicole said. The look in her eyes was something to see.

I was still first in the line, so Lottie came up to me and took me in her arms, pressing her beautiful naked body against mine, then we came together in a kiss that got hot right away. It was passionate, our tongues exploring every bit as much as our hands. When she broke off and moved over to Mia, I saw Mum shifting in her seat, so desperately aroused that she couldn’t sit still.

When Lilly approached me, I gave her the sexiest kiss I could — sliding my hands down to cup her adorable little bum, even letting my fingers glide through the crack of her arse. I was playing up to our audience, wanting Nicole to see my sister and me making love. Is this getting her hot? I wondered

“My God, Heather,” I heard Nicole whisper. “Your girls… they’re so fucking sexy.”

When they got to the end of the run we all watched intently as the two youngest, Evie and Lilly, each just seven, kissed like lovers in front of everyone. I swear, Mum looked like she was going to cry. It was sexy as hell, but so, so romantic at the same time.

Mum and Nicole were still sitting on the sofa, so Lottie simply plonked herself in her mother’s lap, then kissed her right on the mouth. I stared at them, my heart pounding like mad as Nicole responded, her tongue darting between Lottie’s lips. She ran a hand up and down her daughter’s thigh, then reached up to cup the girl’s breasts while they continued to kiss.

Finally breaking away, Lottie gave her mum a big smile and a peck on the cheek before getting up and straddling my mother’s thighs, bending down to kiss her the exact same way. Mum got into kissing Lottie in a big way, wrapping both arms around her back, then sliding them down to touch her bum.

While that was happening, Lilly approached Nicole, then stopped. I guess she must’ve been a little shy about kissing a grownup, even though it was her best friend’s mum. But Nicole just smiled, patted her lap, and said, “Come on, Lilly… it’s my turn.”

Suddenly grinning, Lilly scrambled into Nicole’s arms, then they were sharing a passionate kiss. That made me warm all over, watching my girlfriend’s mum make out with my naked little sister. Nicole was touching her all over, too — even between her legs, sliding a finger up and down through Lilly’s pussy.

When they finally parted, me and the rest of the girls were restless and very excited, waiting for something more to happen. Nicole and Mum shared a look, then a nod, and Mum said, “Girls, gather round. We need to have a quick chat.”

Kids aren’t dumb. Right away we all knew that whatever this was, it was a big deal. We crowded around the sofa with Lilly and Evie on their mums’ laps.

Mum glanced at Nicole, who took a deep breath and said, “Girls, Heather and I have discovered that both our families are sexually intimate with each other.”

Even I was stunned at her frank approach. Okay, so I think we’d all pretty much worked it out by then, but saying it out loud like that took real nerve. After letting it sink in for a few seconds, Mum turned to Lottie. “My daughters and I have only been having sex for the last few weeks, really, but your family has been doing it for a lot longer, haven’t you?”

I could see what Mum was doing, bringing us kids into the conversation. Lottie nodded and said, “Mum and I first had sex on my ninth birthday. So that’s what, six years or so?”

“I had sex with Mum, then Lottie and Evie, early this year. Guess I waited a bit,” said Mia.

Nicole spoke up. “Sex is open and free in our house, and this little devil here…” Evie squirmed and giggled in her mother’s lap as Nicole tickled her ribs, “…has been having orgasms since she was five, but she started masturbating even earlier. There was no pressure, though. Mia took her time and joined us when she was ready. She’s always been very independent.”

“That’s wonderful!” I said, taking Mia’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “You make it sound so natural.”

“That’s exactly right,” said Nicole. “To us it just came naturally, and it’s now part of our everyday lives. We all know what the outside world thinks of what we do, though.” Mum was nodding her agreement. “We can have all the fun we like, but it must be kept a secret, only shared with special friends.”

“Have you got other special friends?” I asked Nicole.

“We did have, a while back. Her name was Celeste, she was a French au pair who stayed with us for eighteen months. She’s around twenty-one now, and had the loveliest dark eyes,” Nicole said, a wistful look in her eyes. “I came close with another girlfriend once, but it never happened.”

“Celeste was so nice… I’d love to see her again,” Lottie said, with Mia and Evie nodding in agreement. “Can I ask how you guys first got started?” she added, gazing at Mum.

“Would you like to tell them, sweetie?” Mum said to me. I noticed that she had a hand between Lilly’s legs and was gently stroking her sex. Lilly looked very content as she leaned back into Mum, resting a hand on her breast.

I happily told Nicole and her daughters everything that had happened in the last month or so since that first game of Monsters with Mum, when I rubbed myself off on her leg. I went into as much detail as I could, then Lilly told her part. It got me really hot, hearing her talk about that first time with Mum.

Nicole looked particularly interested when I told them about having sex with Henri and her mother Kiki. “Henri, your mum sounds wonderful,” she said, “and I’m looking forward to meeting her. When did the two of you start having sex?”

“Um, I was four. Mum said she got very aroused when she breastfed me.”

Mum and Nicole were both nodding at that. “Oh, I know I did… with both my girls,” said Mum.

Henri continued. “I guess that as a baby, I figured out right away that it felt good to touch myself between the legs, ‘cos Mum tells me that I did that all the time, and she never tried to make me stop. But then, when I was three, I started touching her down there!”

That shook me and then some.

I like to think it’s ‘cos I loved my mum so much that I wanted  to make her happy the best way I knew how.” She grinned. “Mum says I went straight from breast to pussy! At first, she tried to stop me playing with her like that — she’d just move my hand away. But I wouldn’t quit, so Mum went the other direction and let me touch her however I wanted. She thought I’d get bored and go play with toys, but instead, it became my favorite game — especially after I learned how to make her come!”

Mum’s eyes were huge as she took in Henri’s story. “So you — you were masturbating your mother at four?”

“I was three, actually, the first time I got her off. God, I still remember how excited I was when I put my fingers inside her pussy — so hot and juicy! It took Mum a while to admit how much she enjoyed it, though… and even longer to figure out that she wanted to make love to me. Finally, when I was four, she sat me down and explained about sex. She told me we could do it with each other, but it was a big secret and I couldn’t tell anyone.” She smiled at each of us in turn. “Sex with Mum is all I know, really… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Henri had us all completely engrossed, enough so that we all ended up just hanging out and chatting about sex for a long while. Lottie and Henri cuddled up on the other sofa and Mia and I put a comforter down on the floor and snuggled together on top of it. We even shared a few hot, sexy kisses right in front of everyone.

One thing I’d noticed before is that once you have sex with an adult, they tend to treat you like an adult, too. Mum, Kiki and now Nicole never talked down to us or hid the truth, and whatever questions we asked, they gave us honest answers. It felt like we were all equals in some sort of special club. Mum demonstrated this perfectly when she told Nicole, “Mmmm, I have an incredible urge to take you upstairs and ravish every inch of your body,” then kissed her passionately while we watched.

Nicole turned to us, her cheeks slightly flushed, which I thought was dead cute. “Would you kids mind if we disappeared upstairs for a bit? I’m sure we’ll be back down later.”

Cries of ‘No problem’ and ‘Go for it!’ rang out across the room.

As they were leaving, Evie called out, “Um, just checking… can we have sex as well, then?”

Everyone laughed, then Nicole said, “Yes, darling, you can… so long as the other person wants to. Okay?”

Evie nodded, then stood up and turned to Lilly. “Um, can we go up to your room… y’know, just us?”

Lilly jumped up and grabbed Evie’s hand, “Yeah, come on!” The two ran hurtling upstairs, all giggles.

“Have fun, girls,” said Nicole as she and Mum turned and climbed the stairs behind Evie and Lilly.

“Oh we will,” said Lottie, who immediately planted a big kiss on Henri’s lips.

With the sofa now empty, I got on and stretched out. Instead of lying next to me Mia climbed on top of me. It was perfect bliss, feeling her nude body on mine and my leg nestled between hers.

We kissed and cuddled for a bit, then she sighed. “I’m sorry that I lied to you, Poppy.”

“Lied about what?” I asked. I looked over and saw Henri and Lottie getting very hot and heavy. Each had a hand between the legs of the other, and they were kissing like mad. There was no way they were paying any attention to us.

“That day we first fooled around, you asked me about if I’d ever kissed anyone and stuff… and I pretended that I hadn’t, that I didn’t know anything about sex. And you were so sweet, I could see you were holding back for my sake. I feel really bad about that now.” There was such genuine sorrow in her voice that it made me want to cry. I had to make this right between us.

“Oh, Mia, don’t be silly, I love you, I could never hate you,” I kissed her to make my point, then added, “You were keeping your family secret, that’s a good thing. And anyway, I did the same, sort of, I never told you about what I was doing with Mum and Lilly. It’s okay now, ‘cos it’s all out in the open. That’s good, isn’t it?”

Mia nodded, in a happy mood again. “Yeah, it does feel great. Thanks, y’know, for being so nice to me. Oh, and I love you, too.”

We kissed again, it got really intense and the rest of the world fell away. I’m sure Henri and Lottie were fucking up a storm nearby, but right then there was nothing but Mia on my mind. I was sucking on her tongue while her naughty fingers were finding their way between my legs.

I had one arm trapped under Mia that was falling asleep, and when I tried to move it she got on her knees. “Let’s try this,” she said. “It’s something Lottie taught me.”

When she grabbed my leg and lifted it up, I knew what was coming. She used two fingers to spread her lips and expose her clit. “Here, do what I’m doing,” she said.

I parted my folds and angled my hips up a little. She placed herself just right then pressed her pussy into mine. When our juicy cunts made contact, I closed my eyes and blurted out, “Oh, god yes. Fuck me!”

Then I heard Lottie call, “Go for it, sis!”

When I looked across the room, she was on top of Henri in a sixty-nine. Her breasts were hanging beneath her and swinging in a way that I found downright hypnotic. But my attention was snapped back to Mia when she brushed my clit with hers, “Ooooh, yes, right there,” I cried.

“Huh… huh… m-me too!” she stammered back, breathing heavily.

Now that she’d found my sweet spot, Mia ground her sex into mine, then began to move her hips back and forth — slowly at first. She reached out and I grasped her hand in mine for support as she quickened the pace. We were a slippery, sweaty mess within seconds. I was panting and moaning and could feel my orgasm coming fast and hard, like a runaway train.

“Poppy,” Mia gasped, “I… I’m s-so close… fuck, I’m gonna c-come soon…”

“Me too! H-hold on — let’s do it t-together…”

Seconds later, Mia and I both came at the same time. As always seemed to happen with a big orgasm like this one, I went way off somewhere in my head. It’s this weird contrast of the intense pleasure in my body with the calm, dreamy place in my head that I love so much. I was a limp, sweaty, very blissful mess.

Red-faced and exhausted, Mia collapsed on top of me, burying her face in the hollow of my neck. I held her close and lay there drifting in and out of a delicious haze — another part of sex that I loved.

“I love you,” Mia whispered, her lips lightly grazing my skin.

I kissed her forehead. “I love you, too.”

I don’t think I’d ever been more content than I was right then, sharing tender kisses with my girlfriend.

Once we’d caught our breath, those tender kisses grew increasingly steamy until I finally told Mia, “I want to taste your pussy,” and moved between her legs.

After that, I lost track of time completely, not even certain of how many orgasms I’d had. Mia and I fucked, made love and made out on that sofa until we were exhausted, then started all over again.

I was feeling something for Mia that I’d not experienced before, a deep connection that I couldn’t quite find the words for. Is this what true love feels like? I wondered. Whatever it was, neither of us could get enough. Finally, we were completely spent and settled down for a cuddle.

At one point my eyes slowly drifted open, only to discover that Lottie and Henri were watching us. Henri was sitting on the sofa, Lottie’s head was in her lap. They were still nude.

“Are you two with us again?” asked Lottie.

“Yeah,” we both said, then giggled, suddenly shy for reasons I can’t explain.

“You two are so good together. The sight of you making love was… it was beautiful,” Henri sighed.

“Fuckin’ hot, too!” Lottie said. “I came at least once, just from watching.”

I was thrilled to hear that. “Really? Wow, thanks! I was looking at you guys, too–”

“Hello girls… how are you?” said Nicole, entering the room with Mum close behind, both naked. I hadn’t noticed until now but it was a lot brighter; someone had switched a lamp on and I hadn’t even realised.

“We’re really good, thanks,” said Henri.

Mia and I sat up to make room for her mum, while my mother sat down on the other sofa with Henri and Lottie, lifting Lottie’s legs and lying them across her lap, then stroking them up and down.

It was the first time I’d seen Nicole in the nude. Like her children, she had long, light brown hair with a slight natural curl. She had pale white skin that bore the signs of childbirth, a few stretch marks on her tummy. Her breasts were a full medium size with large erect nipples. Nicole also had a largish brown bush. It was trimmed and neat but bigger and thicker than I’d seen on a woman before. Her body was still firm, and it was clear that she worked out. I was already attracted to her with clothes on, so when she was naked, you could multiply that attraction by ten.

As the others chatted, I thought about pubic hair. Mum had what they call a landing strip, and Lottie did too, only hers was smaller and shorter. Henri was shaved smooth, and Mia had no pubes to speak of yet. I’d grown a sprinkling of soft down on my mound, and was still trying to decide If I would let it grow, trim it or shave it smooth. There were good examples of all these styles in the room for me to see. Still, I didn’t have to make up my mind anytime soon, so I decided to put the problem to one side.

Mia whispered something in my ear that I didn’t quite catch.

“Sorry, say that again?”

“I said: shall we go upstairs and be on our own?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” I sat up on the sofa. “Um, Mum, I know it’s early, but I think Mia and I will be going to bed now. We want to be alone with each other, if that’s okay?”

“Aw, bless me, you two are adorable. Of course it’s okay, sweetie.” She looked down at Henri and Lottie. “And instead of staying down here on the sofa tonight, you two can share Lilly’s bed.”

“Wait — where will Lilly sleep then?” I asked.

Mum grinned, “Lilly and Evie will be spending the night with Nicole and me.” That got everyone’s attention.

“Oooooh, two little ones to keep you warm!” Lottie exclaimed.

“Aw, don’t tease them… I think it’s sweet,” said Henri. “So, Lottie, since we’ve been upgraded to an actual bed, what say we go upstairs and make use of it?”

Lottie grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

So just like that, we all turned in at the same time. Mum was last, locking up the house as she went. Lilly and Evie were still upstairs, sitting naked on Lilly’s bed and chatting.

It was Nicole who told the two little ones, “Girls, we’re going to bed now. Want to spend the night with us?”

Lilly and Evie couldn’t say yes fast enough. Dashing past us into Mum’s room, the girls hurled themselves on the bed, bouncing in place. There they were — two of the cutest seven-year-olds you’ll ever see, both brimming with excitement, knowing they would soon be having sexy fun with their mums. Henri was right, it was sweet.

Mia and I went to my room and sat on the bed. We talked for ages about loads of random stuff. After a while I ran downstairs and grabbed some cupcakes and juice and we had a midnight snack. It was the most wonderful girly sleepover ever, only we were naked and had fucked each other silly.

We spoke about what it would be like at school if everyone knew we were girlfriends. Obviously there was no way we could go public about the sexual relationship we have with our families, but there was no real reason why Mia and I couldn’t come out as a couple. We covered a lot of LGBTQ stuff in sex-ed class, and officially our school has a very positive attitude about lesbianism, at least they’re supposed to. But terms like ‘lezzer’ and ‘dyke’ are thrown about a lot, and some kids who are labelled as gay get a hard time for it. I didn’t fancy that much.

As much as we wanted to flaunt our newfound love and tell the bullies to get stuffed, we thought that might draw attention to us — which isn’t such a good thing when you’re also having sex with your mum and seven-year-old sister. “It’s best to keep this under the radar,”  Mia said. When I asked her what on earth that meant, she told me it’s something her mum says, and it means to keep something secret.

Some time in the early hours of the morning, we turned the lights out, cuddled up and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Everyone else was probably having more sex while we were talking, but I wouldn’t have swapped my evening with Mia for the world. It was, like her, absolutely perfect.

On to Chapter Twelve!

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

I never gave any thought to bondage or kink.  I’ve always been a standard-issue, lick-and-trib sort of lesbian. It took my lover’s ten-year-old daughter to introduce me to the joy of watching a pretty girl struggle against her restraints.

It isn’t as surprising as it might seem. Children have more active imaginations than the rest of us — the girls no less than the boys. Half the time, when you think they’re inhabiting the same reality as you, they are, in their heads, miles or centuries away. A little girl sitting at the dinner table might truly be a princess holding court. Gazing absently out the window, she might be looking down at the earth from an orbiting space station.

Or, lying in her bedroom, she might be the prisoner of a gang of cruel and ruthless pirates.

Carolyn and I had been living together for a month or so, sharing a two-bedroom apartment while I finished my degree and she saved up for the down payment on a house. Missy seemed delighted with the arrangement. Her dad was out of the picture, and she saw nothing remarkable in the fact that he’d been replaced by a woman. Her mom had already brought home a few other special friends before she plucked me out of class for some late-night student-teacher conferencing. (There was a lot of talk about my oral exams.)

Once we became a family, Missy appointed me her big sister. We bonded like glue, because I’m still as much of a kid as she is. Certainly, I’m closer to her age than I am to her mother’s. Carolyn turned 40 this year, so until somebody’s next birthday, she’s exactly twice as old as I am, and I’m twice as old as Missy, which isn’t as great a distance.

Missy’s a lovely child, with a shapelier body than you would expect for a ten-year-old. Nothing up top, naturally, but she’s got noticeable hips, strong thighs, and a sweet peach of a bottom. Her hair is a deep reddish-brown, and she wears it short, because she knows, I’m sure, the style draws more attention to her big brown eyes.

One evening, I remember, before we moved in together, Carolyn and I went to a talent show at Missy’s grade school. Missy, who had no desire to perform, had volunteered as an usher. She was dressed all in black — a lacy, see-through peasant blouse over a long-sleeved leotard, tights, and shiny, round-toed shoes — set off with a pink satin kerchief around her neck. Carolyn had also let her wear a bit of blush and lip gloss for the occasion.

I mention all this only because when she handed me my program, looking me in the eye with her glittering grin, it put a slight but unmistakable twinge in my clit. It might have been the outfit, or it might have been the attitude, but I had never seen such a sexy little girl.

Sexiness, in a child, is all very innocent, nothing more than the pleasure she takes in the way she looks and feels. There’s an element of make-believe about it, of playing dress-up.

At least, that’s what the adults charged with their well-being would prefer to think. But even in kids, make-believe can hook off in another direction entirely. I’d forgotten that lesson, if I ever knew it, until one afternoon when I came home from school early.

My two-thirty class had been canceled. Carolyn still had another hour to teach, followed by some faculty meeting or other, and she told me not to wait for her. I was looking forward to a snack and a hot shower. Missy would already be home, and I was thinking we could surprise her mom by having her dinner ready when she finally got back.

Our apartment opens directly onto a courtyard. I came up the walk and climbed the front stoop, books in hand, and found that the door wasn’t quite closed. Okay, I thought, Missy might have let it slam and forgotten about it. Her shoes and books were just inside, on the mat in the entryway, but the little living room was empty.

I locked the door behind me.

“Missy?” I called.

There was no answer. I peeped around the corner, where the bedroom doors face each other across the bathroom. Our door was open. Hers was shut. I knocked quietly.

“Squirt, you alive in there?”

Still no answer. Just a sudden, violent creaking on the bed.

Now, Carolyn and I respect Missy’s privacy. We would never just barge into her room. If Missy had said “yeah” or “okay”, or “be out in a sec,” I would have left her in peace and headed for the kitchen. But the weird noise alarmed me. If anything was wrong, and I didn’t help because of some rule of household etiquette, I would never have forgiven myself.

Before any of these thoughts were clear in my mind, my hand was on the handle and the door was swinging open.

At once, I knew I had been right to check — and I was sorry I did.

“My God! What happened?”

I sprang toward the bed.

Time slowed to a crawl, the way it does during a catastrophe. I can recall each piece of information as it presented itself, in order of perception. First, there were Missy’s eyes, burning hot and gaping at me in terror. Then there was that pink kerchief — the same one she’d worn at the talent show — stretched taut across her open mouth and tied in a great knot behind her neck. Next, there were her feet, raised behind her, and her arms, pulled back at a painful angle, as though they’d been wrenched from their sockets, and her ankles and wrists bound together in a beehive-shaped ball of brown twine.

And then I saw that, except for the pink gag and the tangled cords, she was naked. Her bare back was curved like an archer’s bow, lifting her tiny pink nipples an inch off the bedspread.

“It’s all right,” I said. “It’s all right. I’m here. I’m here.”

I started picking at the knot in the scarf. Missy tried to talk through the gag, but all I heard was a cascade of broken, muffled syllables.

“Shhh. Shhh. I’ll have you out in a second, and we’ll call the police,” I said. “Are you hurt? Did they — oh, no.”

I couldn’t finish. I didn’t have the courage to ask what I thought — what I knew — they had done to her. Whoever they were.

The damned knot would not budge, and only seemed to get tighter as my panic set in. I tried tearing the gag from her mouth, but even that was hard, because the scarf was packed in solid, stretching her lips into a hideous grimace.

Finally, I managed to work it halfway down her chin, and the first thing she said was, “Don’t tell Mom!”

“What?”

“Don’t tell! Please!”

“Of course we’re going to tell Mom,” I said. “She has to know. And we have to call the police—”

“No!” she said.

“Wait. I’ll get you out, and we’ll talk.”

I went to free her hands and feet.

“Don’t tell anybody!”

I thought she had the presence of mind to worry about what the authorities would do to me and her mother. We had neglected her. We let her stay home alone after school, and she had been attacked. They were going to take her from us. Somehow Missy knew what would happen.

“I was playing!” she said.

Playing. The word hardly registered, but then it dawned on me, in the same slow, piecemeal way that I’d taken in the rest of the scene, that something didn’t make sense. Missy’s wrists, I saw at last, were bound with nothing but slip knots, and the line that held them together was wrapped just twice around her feet. I was able to free her hands in a few seconds.

If I hadn’t come to the rescue so fast, Missy could have done it herself.

“Missy,” I said, “did you do this?”

“I was playing,” she repeated, like that somehow explained everything.

“Playing? Playing what?”

“Pirates.”

“Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Don’t tell!”

“I won’t. I won’t.”

“Promise!”

“I promise. But … Jesus!”

My clitty was tingling again, the way it had at the talent show, only much more insistently. I forgot about alerting 911 and focused on the spectacle in front of me. There was one detail I’d missed in all the turmoil: Missy had a piece of cord around her waist. And I recognized it now — it was the heavy, 3/8-inch packing twine left over from the move. To that, she’d attached another piece, passing it front to back, like a manilla thong. What a creative little girl she was. I could just imagine how the bristles felt, scratching her asshole and her tender pussy while she pretended to struggle.

I mean, I tried very hard to imagine it.

I traced my finger across the small of her back, along the twine belt, and patted her smooth young buns.

“Do you do this a lot?” I asked.

“Not a lot.”

“But why, uh … why with no clothes on?” I asked.

“They stole them.”

“Who did?”

“The pirates.”

“Oh, I see. So if you get loose, you still can’t run away.”

“Right!”

The rope between her legs told me there was more to it than that, but this was the scenario she was working with.

I held up the line that had bound her wrists.

“But look at this,” I said. “You could have gotten out so easily. It’s like the pirates only wanted to see if you were desperate enough to run away naked.”

Missy had brought the ball of unused twine into the room with her. It was lying on the floor on the far side of the bed, along with a pair of scissors. I cut two pieces, each one much longer than the one she’d used.

“Put your hands behind your back again,” I said.

She obeyed without a murmur. I couldn’t see her full face from where I was sitting, but she might have been grinning.

I haven’t been sailing since I was a girl, when I took lessons at summer camp, but I remember how to tie a bowline and a sheepshank. This situation, I quickly decided, called for a pair of anchor bends. I fashioned one around each wrist, five loops each, and drew them together with a pair of square knots. Then I took the leftover strands and, raising her feet again, threaded them through the coils around her ankles.

Finally, just because I liked the way it looked, I cut a third cord and wrapped it three times around her legs, above the knees.

Now she was hog-tied for real.

“There,” I said. “Let’s see you get out of that.”

She did try, pulling from her shoulders, but all that did was bend her knees more. Then she tried straightening her legs, and all that did was stretch her arms. The effort made her wince.

“Too tight?” I said.

“A little,” she said.

“Too bad.”

I stuffed the scarf back into her mouth.

“Muh-fuh, ickllig, fugglick,” she said, or words to that effect.

“Go on,” I said. “Can’t get away now, can you?”

“Eh-ee-ow! Eh-ee-ow!”

“Oh, no one’s going to help you. There’s no escape. Mwah-ha-ha!”

Her fingers waved helplessly, feeling for knots that were always just out of reach. She squirmed. She clenched her adorable butt. She rolled from one side to the other, straining with all her might. Nothing worked. Nothing gave. Her breathing grew labored, until she blew one last, frustrated gust of air and lay still.

“I should leave you like this till your mom gets home,” I said.

That brought forth a squeal of genuine terror, muffled by the gag, of course, and another fit of frantic squirming.

“Eeesh! Eeesh!” she said, which I took to mean, Please! Please!

“She needs to see what a little perv her daughter is.”

“Ah ee goo! Ah ee goo!”

“You’ll be good? It’s too late for that. You’re my prisoner.”

“’Oh! ’Ooooh!”

“Yes! Yeeees!”

You might be wondering, at this point, the effect Missy’s predicament — real or not — was having on me. At some point during our little melodrama, I’d begun pinching my nipples through my bra. They were hard as stone, and my panties were getting soggy in the crotch.

“Getting warm in here,” I said, kind of lamely.

I stood at the foot of the bed and stripped. Missy lay still and watched, her eyes getting wider as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor. It felt good to get out of my bra. I have big D-cup boobs that Carolyn loves to suck on, and all the straps and underwiring had become oppressive.

It felt even better to get out of my panties. It was like stepping out of a wet bikini bottom, except for the thick smell of pussy that suddenly filled the air.

One hand shot down there instantly, while the other cupped one breast and raised it toward my mouth. My tongue could just touch the nipple — it was tantalizing, but I was really doing it for Missy’s benefit.

“Think you’ll ever be able to do this?” I said. “Lick your own tits? Ever see a girl—oh … fuck.”

The hand in my cunt had taken on a life of its own, beating the sloppy hole with two fingers. Normally, when I come so fast, it’s a small one, but this —

Poor Missy must have thought I’d gone insane, bent over with my knees buckling, my ass out, my tits shaking, my face screwed up like a gargoyle’s. But she seemed to love the show. She strained to keep her head up, never taking her eyes off me.

“Do you play with yourself?” I asked, just to catch my breath.

She said something through the gag, but I was suddenly distracted by her feet — the wrinkly arches, the toe-pads like rows of bleached pebbles — hovering in the air.

“Here, I’m being selfish,” I said.

I climbed on the bed, and, kneeling over her, kissed the deep curves of her arches. She spread her toes and whimpered.

“Tickle?” I said.

“Uh uh! Uh uh!” she moaned.

“No?” I said. “How about this?”

I drew my fingernails along the length of each foot. This time, the giggle was unmistakable.

“There it is,” I said.

She tried to make it hard for me, rocking and twisting, but the more she resisted, the more ticklish she got.

She shrieked and thrashed about, which only brought out the sadist in me. I was merciless, moving from her feet to her tummy, which lay open like a valley of virgin snow.

“Are you going to be good?” I teased her. “Are you going to try to get away?”

She was on her side, helpless and exposed, with the twine digging deeper into her baby-pink slit. I laid off the tickle torture and, twisting the line around my hand, gave it a long, steady pull.

Missy stopped squirming. She closed her tear-filled eyes, and for a long, silent moment her whole being seemed to turn inward. She arched her back so hard I thought it would snap, pushing out her ribs as her cunt clamped down on the stiffened roughness between her legs. Her pussy lips closed around the line like a tiny white fist.

I couldn’t make myself come until I was twelve, but then again, pirates never ran a rope through my twat.

“Wow, sweetie,” I said. “Feels good, huh?”

Gradually, her body relaxed, and, just as gradually, I loosened my grip on the twine.

“Wha wush AHH!” she said. It sounded like a question.

“Hold on a second,” I said.

The knot in the scarf no longer presented any difficulty.

“Now, what were you saying?”

“I said, what was that?” she said.

“I’m pretty sure you had an orgasm.”

“I never felt anything like it.”

“Then definitely, you did.”

“Let me loose,” she said.

“Starting to hurt?”

“A little.”

I went to work undoing the knots I had tied so meticulously.

“Did you have an organs, too?” she asked me.

“Orgasm,” I corrected her.

“Yeah.”

“Couldn’t you tell? Of course you couldn’t. You’re ten.”

“So did you?”

“God, yes.”

“Whattsa matter?” she asked.

“Nothing. Orgasms are wonderful. As women, we must reclaim our sexuality.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. — There, you’re free.”

The last knot had separated. I left her to unravel herself while I went to pick up my clothes.

“And we’re not gonna tell, right?” she asked.

“I’d just as soon forget the whole thing.”

“Whattsa matter?” she repeated.

“Nothing,” I repeated back. “Oh, look at the time.”

Missy joined me in the shower, which she did sometimes, except now it felt illicit somehow. By a small miracle, we had spaghetti and salad ready for Carolyn when she walked in the door.

Missy wore one of my school sweatshirts at the table. The sleeves came down over her fingers, which hid the rope burns on her wrists.

***

We didn’t talk about our adventure in the pirates’ den, though I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had sex with Carolyn a couple of times, and it was good, it was okay, really, but I was distracted, and she knew it. She was never anything but patient, assuring me over and over that whatever was wrong, we could work through it. But what could I tell her?

And I was scared to death Missy would let something slip. She was as bright and chatty as ever, but I had let things get out of hand, and that had to weigh on her as much as it weighed on me. I kept wondering if I should bring it up, do the whole concerned-big-sister routine, sit her down for a heart-to-heart and tell her that what we had done was a natural act of curiosity and it’s okay to experiment sometimes and touching yourself is healthy and nothing to be ashamed of but she’s still a little kid and I’m in love with her mom and blah blah blah.

You might say I was knotted up inside.

After I’d been sullen and moody for a week, Carolyn left for her usual Thursday evening class, which meant leaving me to watch Missy. I was on the love seat in the living room with my books on the coffee table and my orange Hi-Liter in my hand. Missy sat beside me, already dressed for bed in her flannel nightie and her big yellow Tweety Bird slippers. She liked to snuggle with me when I studied, but tonight, it made me irritable.

“Come on, squirt, I’ve got to concentrate. You can stick around, but—”

“Let her study, sweetie,” Carolyn said as she came out of the bedroom.

She stepped behind the sofa, and I tilted my head back for an upside-down kiss. It was awkward, but she managed to slip in a bit of tongue. The easiest thing was to reciprocate, even if my heart wasn’t in it.

“Oh!” she said. “Keep the motor running till I get back.”

“For sure,” I said.

She gave Missy an over-the-shoulder kiss as well — without the tongue, of course.

“Be good,” she said. “In bed by nine-thirty. I love you.”

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too,” Carolyn said to me.

“I know. I’m sorry I’ve been such an almighty bee-otch.”

“For a body like yours, I can forgive anything,” she said. “We’ll talk.”

No, we wouldn’t.

I didn’t hear the door lock. I guess Carolyn figured one of us would do it. Missy and I, left alone on the love seat, looked at each other. She knew what I was thinking, and I knew what she was thinking, and we both knew the other knew. Our family was in tatters, and it was my fault.

“Don’t you have homework?” I asked.

“Did it.”

“Of course you did. Well, I’d like to get through some of this.”

“It’s okay,” she said, but she didn’t sound any more sincere than I had with Carolyn. She got up and went to her room.

I read the same paragraph a dozen times and had no idea what I was supposed to get out of it. My pussy was aching, and just running to the bedroom and jilling off wasn’t going to help. It was going to be a long night, followed by sex I didn’t want to avoid a conversation I wanted even less.

Then the voice came from behind.

“Hey,” Missy called, “can you help me with something?”

“Squirt, I’m busy,” I said.

“Please?”

I looked over my shoulder, and life took on a whole new meaning.

Ten-year-old Missy was standing in her bedroom doorway, wearing nothing but those ridiculous slippers. Her left hand was raised above her head, propped against the door jamb, and from that hand, a single strand of 3/8-inch twine hung in spirals to the floor.

“Come on,” she said. “Tie me up.”

“Missy—”

“I’ll run away if you don’t.”

“Like that? You wouldn’t dare.”

Wrong thing to say. Challenge delivered, challenge accepted. Missy bolted for the front door. She actually got it open and was halfway down the walk, stark naked, before I caught up and snatched her around the waist.

“No you don’t!” I said.

“Let me go! Help! Heeeeelp!”

“Quiet!”

I clapped a hand over her mouth and dragged her back inside, wriggling and clawing like a feral cat.

What can you do with such a little hell-raiser? I’m new to this, but I’ve found an effective means of discipline is to tape over her smart mouth, lash her, spread-eagled, to her bed, and give her kitty a thorough tongue-scrubbing. She makes some noise while I’m down there, but the calm, when it finally arrives, is profound.

Then I can take my time and get myself off, straddling her and humping her wherever I feel like it. She knows she has to lie still and take it. Any trouble, and the tickling starts.

Or it might start anyway.

The prisoner is now temporarily subdued. I can get back to studying for twenty minutes or so before she starts writhing and whining again, and the process has to be repeated.

But Mom won’t be home for hours, and my knots are good and tight. The little prisoner is going to learn to behave. Yes, she is.

The End

by BlueJean

My two daughters stood there in the doorway of my bedroom as I lay spreadeagled on the bed with my knickers stretched around my knees, my t-shirt pulled up.

Millie stared between my legs with her mouth open. Freya looked down at the carpet and fidgeted uncomfortably.

Bee leaped onto the bed and attacked me with licks and nibbles as if she hadn’t seen me for months.

I managed to pull my panties up as the puppy wrapped herself around my neck and nuzzled my ears. “Bee, no! Naughty!” I squealed, trying to detach her. “Take her downstairs, Millie, she’s putting dirty pawprints on my sheets!”

“Why were your pants pulled down?” Millie asked.

“Never mind that! Just take her downstairs, please!” I said.

“Bee! Biscuits! Biscuits!” Millie hollered, clapping her hands, and the excited puppy dove off the bed and followed her downstairs.

Freya sat on the end of my bed as I pulled my t-shirt down and tried to compose myself.

“I’ll have to change the sheets now,” I said breathlessly and climbed off my bed to put my linen trousers back on.

“I know what you were doing,” Freya said in a quiet voice, a little smirk in one corner of her mouth.

“Oh, do you now?” I said, buttoning up my trousers.

She nodded and went a bit red-faced.

I sat on the bed next to her. “And what is it you think I was doing?”

She looked me in the eye defiantly. “Touching yourself.”

“Touching myself?”

“Yeah.”

“And how would you know about that?” I asked her, smiling.

Freya just shrugged.

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” I coaxed her.

“I do it too,” she said and exhaled an embarrassed snigger through her nose.

“Oh, okay,” I said, matter-of-factly. “It’s pretty normal to start being interested in that kind of thing at your age.”

“It makes me feel… tingly.”

“Tingly, huh?”

“Yeah. Does it make you feel tingly too?”

I chuckled. “I guess it does,” I said as I gently stroked her cheek. “Is that why you’ve been showing your private bits lately? Because it makes you feel tingly?”

“I dunno,” Freya said, colour reaching her cheeks again.

“Okay,” I said and got up to slip my shoes on. “Well, that’s normal too, but you need to be careful who’s watching when you do it.”

“‘Kay,” Freya said and made to leave my room.

“Oh, Freya?” I called after her.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a favour?”

“What?”

“When you’ve finished with my knickers, can you put them back in the washing bin, please?”

Freya stood there looking mortified, and I thought she might cry. “I didn’t take them,” she mumbled.

“I don’t mind if you borrow them,” I told her as casually as I could. “Everything you’re doing and feeling is completely normal. You’re not the first kid to borrow their mum’s panties, okay?”

My daughter stared down at her feet, a scowl on her face.

“Okay?” I repeated.

“Yeah, okay,” she replied grumpily.

“It’s just, if you keep taking my knickers I won’t have any left to wear, so pop them back in the laundry when you’re done with them.”

Freya stormed off downstairs like her world was about to end.

***

Mum says that when the bees cap their honeycombs with wax, it’s time to start harvesting the honey.

I wasn’t too keen on helping to collect the honeycombs. I don’t like it when all the bees start flying around too much, but my sister loves helping Mum. She looks really funny in her little beekeeping suit too.

I stood near the orchard gate and watched as Mum lifted the bars of honeycomb out of each hive and handed them to Millie, who put them in a wheelbarrow, gently brushing the bees off, then covering them over with a cloth.

Mum said it was amazing that she didn’t need to use her smoker to calm the bees when Millie was with her. She called my sister her ‘little smoker’ and said that the bees seemed almost friendly when Millie was around them.

Mum didn’t take every single honeycomb, just the ones that had been almost fully capped with wax. The others would be collected in a second and maybe a third harvest.

As my mum continued to carefully pull each bar from the hives, more and more bees swarmed around Millie, settling in clumps on her suit.

Mum stopped what she was doing. “Millie, are you okay?” she asked.

Millie giggled and held her arms out as the bees buzzed around her. “They really like me,” she said.

“They’re not supposed to like you, you’re attacking their home and stealing their honey.”

“It’s okay, Mummy. I told them we built their houses, and now we’re just borrowing a bit of honey in return.”

“That’s a good attitude to have. You’ll make a fine beekeeper,” Mum said, and I felt just a teensy bit jealous.

The next day was my favourite part. Me, my sister, and Mum brought the honeycombs into the kitchen and the three of us used our hands to crush them up, then put them in big buckets on some fine mesh cloth that was stretched over the top so the honey would filter down into the bottom.

Mum told us not to keep licking our hands but we just couldn’t help it and kept popping our sticky fingers into our mouths when she wasn’t looking. It took us quite a while to crush the honeycombs, but it was a lot of fun so we didn’t mind.

“Mummy, I feel sick,” Millie groaned when we had just about finished.

“How much honey did you eat?” Mum asked her.

“Not much.”

“She ate loads,” I said, helpfully.

“You’re not supposed to lick your fingers and then touch the honey. People wouldn’t buy it if they knew.”

“Freya did it too,” Millie said, looking a little pale.

“Yes, I know. Take your gloves off and go and have a lie down for a bit,” Mum told her.

“‘Kay,” my sister groaned, putting her sticky gloves in the sink before shuffling out of the kitchen.

“How many jars of honey will we get from this, Mum?” I asked, crushing the last honeycomb into a bucket.

“About two hundred, I guess,” Mum told me as she put lids on the buckets and put them in the pantry. The honey would take a day or two to filter down completely.

“Will we make much money?”

“Not that much. Not enough to make a living from it anyway, but that’s okay.”

I took my gloves off and hovered around Mum. I wanted to ask her about naughty stuff, but I was a bit embarrassed, not sure if she would tell me off or not. I had been a bit annoyed when she had found out that I had borrowed her knickers, but at least she wasn’t angry about it, which surprised me.

Finally, I plucked up the courage. “Um… I put your knickers back in the washing basket.”

Mum looked a bit embarrassed too. “Oh… thank you.”

“Am I allowed to borrow another pair?”

“Freya!” Mum said, laughing.

“What?! You said you didn’t mind!” She definitely did say that.

“I did, yes, but… you know… you don’t need to…” Mum said, flustered, and then sighed. “Okay. You can borrow another pair if you really want.”

“Thanks,” I said shyly, still feeling embarrassed.

“Is it just the dirty ones you want?” Mum asked me.

I looked down at the kitchen floor and nodded.

Mum stood behind me and rubbed my arms. I liked it when she did that. “Is it the smell you like?” Her voice had gone especially quiet.

I nodded again.

“And you touch yourself down there while you smell them?”

I shrugged. “A bit.”

“A little bit?”

“Yeah.”

“I used to like humping my pillow when I was your age,” Mum half-whispered in my ear.

I looked up at her. “I never tried that.”

“It feels good.”

Mum gently spun me round to face her, putting her hands on my shoulders. “You keep growing up while I’m not looking,” she said, and kissed me on the top of my head.

I smiled, my cheeks still feeling warm.

“I’ll tell you what,” Mum said. She stood back, reached under her summer dress, and pulled her panties off. She held them out to me. “Why don’t you take these? I’ve been wearing them all day, so they should be nice and fragrant.”

I was a bit shocked. I didn’t think mums were supposed to do that sort of thing.

“Um… thanks,” I said as she dropped the still-warm knickers into my hands.

“Don’t you want them? I can put them back on if you prefer,” Mum said, reaching out to take them back.

I snatched them away from her grasp. “No, I want them!”

Mum laughed. “Go take them upstairs, then. And see if your sister’s all right.”

***

What on earth possessed me to do something like that?

The summer heat, perhaps. The hot weather sometimes made me feel randy and a little bit naughty.

But taking off my panties in front of my ten-year-old daughter and giving them to her so she could sniff them? It was unorthodox, to say the least.

Christ, I need to get laid.

Since my husband died of cancer five years ago and the girls and I moved out here to escape the city, there had been no one really, just a couple of one-night stands. I wasn’t ready to commit, didn’t know if I ever would be. And mostly I was okay with that. I was happy with the life I had and didn’t feel the need to go rushing up the aisle again.

But a woman gets lonely sometimes. I just wasn’t sure that directing this sexual frustration towards my little girl was the answer.

***

The next morning, the girls and I took Bee for a nice walk across the fields and through the woods. A low mist hung in the air, which meant it was going to be another hot day. The cooing of wood pigeons and the percussive tapping of woodpeckers echoed through the trees as we strolled along the dirt track that ran through the forest. Bee zoomed around chasing red squirrels, coming back every now and then to make sure we were still there. The three of us were still wearing our pajamas. You can do weird stuff like that when you live in the country.

“Mummy, do wolves live in this forest?” Millie asked me.

“Not anymore, no,” I told her.

“What happened to them?”

“People kept killing them until finally there were none left.”

Millie frowned and looked genuinely upset. “I don’t like people,” she declared.

I gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Neither do I sometimes, but not all people are bad, Pixie.”

“I heard on the internet that they were thinking about letting wolves move back in,” Freya informed us. She was our girl on the ground when it came to all the latest news.

“It’s a nice idea,” I said. “The deer in this country don’t have any natural predators anymore, so reintroducing wolves would keep their numbers down without having to cull them. But honestly, it would never work out.”

“Why not?” Freya asked.

“Because the wolves would attack livestock too, and then people would get angry and try to drive them away or kill them, and we’d be back to square one. Humans don’t change.”

“If they let wolves and bears back into the forest, I’d go and live with them,” Millie said, wearing a faraway look.

“I don’t think I’m ready to let my youngest daughter leave home just yet,” I told her and ruffled her hair.

“Can we visit the big tree?” she asked me.

“The big oak?”

“Yeah, I want to see the tree lady again.”

“I don’t want to,” Freya said, frowning.

“Why not?” Millie asked her sister.

“I don’t like it.”

“It’s just a tree, Freya. You don’t need to be scared of nature,” I told her.

“Freya’s scared of a tree! Freya’s scared of a tree!” chanted Millie as she danced around her sister.

“I’m not scared, you spastic!” Freya shouted and tried to kick her little sister.

“Hey! Don’t call your sister a spastic. And Millie, stop teasing Freya,” I told them. “Let’s go and say hello to that nice old oak, then you’ll see there’s nothing to worry about.”

We called Bee back to us and made our way through the trees to the edge of the forest.

When we emerged from the trees, the sun had established itself in the sky and had burnt away the morning mist. We could see the massive oak off in the distance. We climbed over a stile and used the public footpath that cut through a wheat field. I put Bee on her lead, as I didn’t want her running up to say hello to the combine harvester that was cutting a swathe through the cereal crop on the other side of the field. I put a hand up to the farmer driving the large piece of machinery and he waved back.

It wasn’t long before we had reached the intersection and the ancient oak that guarded it.

“Wow, I’d forgotten how big it was,” I said, looking up at the majestic tree.

“Look Mum, can you see the Dryad?” Freya asked, pointing at an indistinct shape in the massive trunk.

I suppose it was vaguely humanoid if you looked at it from a certain position on the ground. It was a long, lumpy growth, about five feet in length, almost like a root that had decided to grow up the tree instead of down and into the earth.

“How old do you think it is?” Freya asked me.

“At least a thousand years old, by all accounts,” I told her.

I’d heard all kinds of stories about the old oak, some of them more pleasant than others. Apparently, they’d hung a lot of people from this tree during the witch trials, mostly women, but I wasn’t going to tell the girls that. I didn’t want them to be scared of this beautiful old tree, and it wasn’t the oak’s fault that people were so cruel and brutal.

“Millie, what are you doing?” Freya said.

Millie had planted both her hands on the massive tree trunk, her brow was furrowed in deep concentration. She seemed to be trying to listen to something. “How did you know my name?” she said.

“Um… because you’re my sister?” Freya said.

“Millie, are you okay?” I said and put a hand on her shoulder.

That seemed to startle her and she turned round to look at us. “Sorry,” she said and gave me a shy smile.

I could hear a crow cackling at us, up in the canopy of the tree somewhere. Bee whined and hid behind my legs.

“Shall we go and get some breakfast, girls?” I said, and my two pajama-clad imps skipped off in the direction of our cottage.

I looked back at the gnarly old oak. All the things that tree must have seen during its long, long life. I wondered what stories it could tell, if only it could talk.

***

Me and my sister spent the next day helping Mum fill all the jars with honey.

All the old crushed up honeycombs were put into a big container and saved for later when Mum would turn them into beeswax, and then she poured all the honey from the buckets into a bottling tank. I put each jar under the tap on the bottom of the tank and filled them up with honey, and when each one was full and the lid had been put on, Millie put a sticky label on the side that said: NEWTON PURE HONEY.

Newton is our family name, by the way.

Oh, and the honey’s pure because Mum doesn’t pasteurize it. She says it’s better that way.

I really liked watching the honey fill up the jars. It was kind of addictive.

When all the jars were full, we put them in the pantry, ready for selling. Most of them would be sold at the church fête but we always kept a jar or two for ourselves. I liked honey on toast but my sister preferred to drizzle it on her porridge.

We left Mum to put all the crushed honeycombs in big pots to separate the wax from the messy stuff. That wasn’t something we could help with really, so we went upstairs to get changed.

Millie was in our bedroom tickling Bee’s tummy and singing a little song. The song went like this:

There’s a fat little puppy called Bumblebee 
She does little poos and she does little wees
She nibbles everything that she can see
‘Cause that’s what little bumblebees doooo!

She swings off the curtains and the washing line too
She leaves dirty pawprints in the living room
She’ll pinch your socks and your panties too
‘Cause that’s what little bumblebees doooo!

I actually thought it was quite a good song but I couldn’t tell Millie that or she’d sing it to me for the rest of my life.

Bee wriggled around and nibbled Millie’s hand.

“Shall we go and play in the haystack?” I asked my sister.

The haystack was just near our house. It was a big barn where the farmer kept all his bales of hay and we liked to go there and jump around sometimes.

“Okay,” Millie said.

We left Bee with Mum and ran over to the haystack.

The big barn didn’t have any doors, it was just some posts with a roof on top, so it wasn’t dark and scary in there or anything.

Me and my sister pretended we were mountaineers as we climbed up the bales of hay.

“We’re nearly at the top!” I said in a dramatic voice.

“I don’t think I can make it!” shouted Millie, who was just below me. “Both my legs are broken and I’m snowblind!”

Millie did tend to overact a bit, to be honest. I just tried to go with it, though.

“You can do it! Look, can you see the summit?” I said, pointing upwards, trying to encourage her.

“No, ’cause I’m blind,” groaned Millie.

“Oh yeah, sorry… well, keep climbing!”

“I can’t! Go on without me! Tell Mummy I love her!”

“Start climbing, girl! I’m not leaving you behind! Do you hear me?!” I shouted through the howling wind and snow.

“Okay, I’ll try,” Millie said and began pulling herself up the mountainside by her hands.

The blizzard lashed cruelly against our faces as we climbed, stinging our skin and obscuring our vision, even though we had snow goggles on. The summit was no longer visible but I knew it was close. We could still make it. We had to make it!

“My legs are going to fall off!” Millie whined as she dragged herself upwards.

I grabbed hold of her and pulled her up. “There’ll be no legs falling off today, girl! Not on my watch!”

We climbed and climbed and climbed. Higher and higher we went. Several times, the mountain tried to be rid of us, blowing us around like ragdolls and leaving us barely anything to grab hold of.

A polar bear tried to drag Millie off too, which was a bit silly as I was pretty sure polar bears didn’t live up mountains. Anyway, I managed to beat it off with my ice axe.

Finally we made it to the top.

I pitched our tent (which isn’t easy in a snow blizzard, let me tell you) while Millie lay on the ground shivering and moaning. When I had finished, I dragged her inside and made a fire, briefly wondering if having a fire inside a tent was a good idea.

“How are your broken legs?” I asked my sister.

“Not too bad, actually. I think they’re getting better,” she replied, cheerfully.

“Oh. Good.”

“Shall we play a different game?” Millie asked.

“What kind of game?”

Millie sat up and smirked at me. “A rude game.”

It was usually me that started the rude games, but I was glad my sister was taking more of an interest.

“Okay, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” I said and pulled my shorts down.

“Let’s take them right off,” Millie said and took her shorts off. I pulled mine off too.

“Ready?” I said as we sat opposite each other.

“Ready,” Millie giggled and we both pulled our panties to one side.

We stared at each other’s kitties for a while and then Millie said, “Did you see Mummy’s kitty when she had her pants pulled down?”

“Yeah.”

“It was all hairy.”

“I know.”

“And there was wet stuff all over it.”

“I know.”

“What was it?”

“It’s sticky stuff that comes out of women’s kitties. I can make some come out of mine but not much.” I told my sister. It was a big sister’s job to teach her little sister about this kind of thing.

“Will you show me?” Millie asked me.

“Okay, but I have to touch myself first to make it come out. Let’s take our panties off.”

We slipped our knickers off and I leaned back against a hay bale, spreading my legs. I stretched open my kitty and began rubbing it with my fingers. Sometimes I would push my whole middle finger in and out of my kitty hole and it would make little squishy noises.

“I’ll give you a close-up of my kitty while you do that,” Millie told me.

She got up and stood over me, spreading her feet apart. Her kitty was only a few inches away from my face and I could smell it. It wasn’t as strong as Mum’s knickers but it was still really sexy.

“Stretch it open so I can see inside,” I told my sister and she pulled her kitty lips apart. It was all pink inside.

I kept pushing my finger in and out of myself until I started to get sticky and wet down there. “Okay, lay down and I’ll show you my wet stuff,” I said.

Millie lay down and I squatted down over her face and pulled my kitty open for her. “Can you see?”

Millie giggled. “Yeah, it looks all sticky.”

I slid two fingers through my wet lips and held them near my sister’s face, rubbing them together.

“It smells,” Millie told me.

“Is it bad?”

“No, I don’t mind it.”

“Have a closer look, then,” I said and lowered myself down even more so that my kitty was only an inch away from my sister’s face.

Millie went crosseyed and I laughed.

“You rub mine and I’ll rub yours,” Millie said.

I liked that idea, so we lay down and put a hand between each other’s legs.

My sister’s kitty was really puffy and smooth and it was fun to slide my finger through her slit. Her fingers felt really good on me too, better than when I did it to myself, I think.

“It’s really wet,” Millie said as she rubbed her whole hand on me.

I pushed her hand out of the way and fingered myself, making my fingers moist and sticky, then smeared it on her kitty. “There. Now yours is wet too,” I told her and we went back to fondling each other.

“Let’s kiss,” Millie said.

“I thought you didn’t want to?” I said to her. She didn’t seem too keen the last time I asked her for a kiss.

“I do now,” she told me.

We put our mouths together and moved our lips around, trying to copy how they did it on the TV. I wasn’t sure if this was how you did kissing but it felt pretty good.

We stayed there like that for a while, just touching each other up and kissing. It was really fun doing naughty stuff with my sister. I think she enjoyed it too.

Finally, we put our panties and shorts back on and climbed down the haystack. I think I had some straw down my knickers because I was a bit itchy.

***

After a day of bottling honey and separating beeswax, I treated myself to a bottle of rosé after the girls had gone to bed.

It was a lovely evening, the sun not yet absent from the sky but low enough that it created a beautiful orange sunset. I had the french doors opened wide and as I sat curled up on my rattan couch, I could hear swifts flying back and forth from their nests under the eaves, and the distant hum of farm machinery across the barley field as the neighboring farmer made the most of what little light was left of the day.

I had just finished my second glass and was making good progress on a third when I received a Zoom notification on my laptop.

It was Sadie.

I clicked on the app and my friend popped up on the screen.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” Sadie replied. “Such a beautiful evening.”

“Isn’t it? I’m sitting here with the doors open, watching the sun go down with a bottle of wine to keep me company. So good.”

“I have a bottle of wine too but it’s nearly gone. I’m a bit tipsy,” Sadie told me with a smile and put a finger in her mouth in a cute pout.

“Me too. Aren’t we a pair of naughty girls?”

“We deserve it.”

“Yes we bloody well do!” I said and we both laughed.

“I need a good fuck,” Sadie said, screwing up her pretty face.

I nearly spat out my mouthful of rosé. “Sadie Laine, wash your mouth out!”

“No I will not, Georgia Newton!” Sadie exclaimed, stretching her arm out and pointing at me. Wow, she really was sloshed.

“I’ve been feeling kind of horny too, actually,” I told her.

“Let’s go and find a couple of beefy farmers with big willies,” Sadie suggested.

“All the beefy farmers with big willies are married, sweetie.”

“How about a scrawny farmer with a little willy then?”

“Eww, no! That doesn’t sound very nice.”

Sadie drained her glass of wine, turned it upside down and shook it, just to be sure it was empty. “Let’s head into the city and go clubbing. We could bring someone back home and have a threesome,” she said.

I laughed. “Oh my God, I’ve never seen you like this. Go and masturbate or something!”

Sadie moved her face closer to the cam and smirked at me. “I will if you will.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Let’s masturbate for each other.”

“Um… no, I don’t think so.”

“Why not? Scared?” Sadie said, taunting me.

“You’ve had more wine than me.”

“Oh excuses, excuses!”

My best friend put her wine glass down and stood up so all I could see were her legs. She unbuttoned her trousers and they fell around her legs with a swish. She stepped out of them and sat back down, raising an eyebrow at me defiantly.

“You’ll regret this in the morning,” I warned her.

“Shush! I’m feeling awfully randy, and you’re going to watch me do naughty things to myself. Is that clear, Georgia Newton?”

“Yes, Miss Laine,” I said and wondered if I should try to stop her. I was less drunk than she was so I probably should have taken responsibility. We don’t always make the right choices though, do we?

Sadie leaned back on her couch and put a hand on her crotch, rubbing herself through her nice lacy red panties. I didn’t know her taste in underwear was so risqué. She really was a dark horse.

“I’ve always had a crush on you, y’know?” my friend said as she touched herself.

I laughed, a little embarrassed. “That’s easy to say when you’re drunk.”

“I have a crush on you when I’m sober too.”

Was she being serious? “Sure.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Sadie asked me.

“Everyone thinks you’re pretty,” I told her.

“But do you?” Sadie persisted and pointed at me with her other hand.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Yes, I think you’re pretty.”

“I’ll show you my pussy if you show me yours.”

I laughed again. “No, I’m not doing that. I’m too shy.”

Sadie stuck her bottom lip out. “You’re no fun.”

Grabbing hold of the crotch of her panties, she grinned at me. “It’s okay, though. I’ll still show you mine,” she said and pulled them to one side.

She was neatly trimmed down there. Not completely shaven, just a little tuft of hair at the apex of her pussy. Her vagina was perfectly formed, her outer labia smooth and silky, her inner labia like delicate rose petals, her clitoral hood like a crowning pearl.

Was there even one single mediocre thing about this woman at all?

She slid her fingers through her folds, back and forth, back and forth, her pussy lips glistening with dewy nectar. “Oh, I’m so horny, Georgia. So, so horny…”

“I can tell,” I told her, enthralled.

She pulled herself open and unsheathed her clit, then licked her sticky fingers. “I taste so nice,” she groaned and spun a finger round and round her inflamed nub.

I sat transfixed, her spinning fingers hypnotising me, her belly rising and falling rhythmically.

“Oh… oh Georgia…” Sadie whimpered and erupted into a fit of little convulsions, her hands held up, palms out, as if she was surrendering to some unseen enemy. “Oh… oh my word… ooooh…!” she groaned.

She opened her eyes, giving me a drowsy smile. “I’m a naughty girl, aren’t I?”

“Yes. Yes you are,” I agreed.

“I’m going to bed now.”

“Goodnight. I hope your hangover’s not too bad in the morning.”

“Bye bye, beautiful Georgia,” Sadie sang and then I was alone.

Well.

That was new. And different. And awfully erotic.

I logged off my laptop and closed the french doors. The sun had disappeared from the sky,  replaced by a cool, clear moon.

I turned the lights out and tiptoed upstairs, stepping over and avoiding that one squeaky step. The girls’ bedroom door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open quietly, the light from the hall gently illuminating the room.

Millie was asleep on her back with her arm around Bee. The puppy opened her eyes, gave me a little tail wag and then went back to sleep, her head resting on my daughter’s chest.

Freya was asleep on her belly, her pajama bottoms and panties pulled down around her legs and a pillow underneath her. She clutched the dirty knickers I had given her against her face like a comfort blanket. It looked like she had been having some fun of her own tonight.

Standing over her, I put a hand down my trousers, staring at my ten-year-old’s bare bum as I fingered myself. The scent of my arousal infused the air around me.

My orgasm came quickly.

I put a hand across my mouth to stifle a moan and let it wash over me, waves of ecstasy radiating through my loins.

I felt an urge to bend down and kiss my little girl’s bottom to say thank you.

I resisted the temptation and went to bed instead.

On to Chapter Three!

Author’s note: When I first found Juicy Secrets, I was gobsmacked. Not by the content (well, maybe a little), but by the quality of the writing. I read a few stories that I loved, then I found Naughty Mommy’s work and was instantly smitten, especially with ‘The Joy of Looking.’ It’s a wonderful story, and if you’ve not read it I urge you to do so! There were things about that story that inspired me to write my own piece for JS, notably the way she portrays the main character Julie, and its sprawling length — over 130 incredible chapters thus far! One of my favorite chapters is where the characters invent and play the ‘Spy Game’. That more than anything is what inspired me to write ‘Sweet Poppy,’ and where I came up with the idea of the Monsters game. This chapter is my homage to the Spy Game and ‘The Joy of Looking.’ Thank you, Naughty Mommy, for giving us this erotic masterpiece.

And once again, a massive thank you to JetBoy, who spends countless hours editing this and many other wonderful stories for us all to enjoy.

(P.S. Naughty Mommy, I do hope you return to ‘The Joy of Looking’ one day — I’d love to see how the New Year’s Eve party goes!)

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by Joe Dornish

As usual on a Friday, Mia had a music lesson at lunchtime. That would normally be a bad thing, as it meant I’d be eating alone. But I wanted to speak to Henri privately about what we’d be doing that night, so it’s just as well that Mia wasn’t around.

Of course, getting Henri alone for a private chat wasn’t easy. Ever since she let it be known that we were friends, some of the popular girls in my year have been extra nice, inviting me to shopping excursions, sleepovers, birthday parties, or just opportunities to hang out. The downside of this newfound popularity, besides making me feel rather uncomfortable, was that there was always someone stopping me for a chat, usually to ask about Henri. That day, I had to politely shrug a couple of girls off while I searched for her.

When I found Henri, she’d just finished eating and was sitting with some of her friends. Thankfully she saw me from the other end of the dining hall, so when I winked at her and pointed outside she got the message and joined me a minute later.

“Hi, Poppy. Is everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m good. Are you still coming over tonight?”

“Are you kidding? If Lottie’s going to be there, wild horses couldn’t keep me away!”

“What would you say if I told you I’ve thought of a way for you to see her naked?”

Henri flashed a wicked grin. “I’d say you’re a bloody genius, and that I’ll love you forever.”

“It’s a bit naughty, though. I’m not sure it will work.”

“Come on, girl. I want to hear everything.”

So I told Henri all about the game I’d invented, and how I wanted to invite everyone to play it at our sleepover that evening. She listened intently and didn’t interrupt me once. When I was finished, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. “Fuck me, you are a genius. That’s an incredible idea.”

“Well, I guess we can count on you to play, at least. Are you going home first, or coming straight over after school?”

“I’ve got my stuff with me, so I can go straight to your place.”

“That’s great! Oh, by the way, you’ll never guess what happened last night!”

Henri shook her head. “Then I’m not gonna bother trying. What is it?

I looked around to make sure no one could hear us, then whispered, “Mum and I had sex with Lily!”

“Your little sister? No fucking way! You’re not messing with me, are you?”

“Nope, it’s all true.” I couldn’t stop grinning.

Henri seized my arm. “You have to tell me everything!”

I spent the rest of the lunch break relaying the events of the previous night to a very wide-eyed Henri. By the time the bell rang, our knickers were wet enough to wring out. We were both thrilled to bits, imagining what Saturday night would be like when Lilly became part of our mum-and-daughter sexfest.

At that moment, going back to class seemed like the most boring, pointless idea imaginable. If we didn’t have the sleepover to look forward to that evening, Henri and I probably would’ve bunked off and crept into the loo for a quick fuck. Instead, we bid each other a reluctant goodbye and trudged back indoors.

***

It seemed to take an eternity, but school finally let out for the day. Mia and I hurried to the entrance hall, where we met Lottie and Henri. We made our way over to the primary school to collect Lilly and Evie, then walked back to my house together. The pavements in our village are quite narrow, so we walked in three pairs, Lilly and Evie were running ahead of Mia and me, while Lottie and Henri were behind us.

“Do you know where we’ll be sleeping tonight?” Mia asked.

“The house is pretty full,” I told her, “so we’ll have to double up. Evie is in with Lilly, you’ll be in with me, and Lottie and Henri will sleep on the two sofas. I think your mum is staying over as well… she’ll share a bed with my mum, I expect. Does that sound okay? It’s a bit of squash, I admit.”

Mum had told me that she’d fucked Mia’s mother Nicole a few days earlier, but I wasn’t sure if Mia knew about that yet. I was hoping she’d get the hint when I mentioned our mums sleeping together.

“It sounds perfect to me,” Mia responded. “I bet we’ll have lots of fun!” Her hand slipped into mine, and we walked the rest of the way home like that.

When we arrived Mum was waiting for us, a camera in hand. I was mortified at first as she gushed and carried on about how adorable we all looked, then had us group together for a photo. No one else seemed to mind, so I didn’t let myself get too embarrassed. Once Mum got the shot, she immediately shared it with Nicole and Kiki. Mum’s phone went berserk after that, I can just imagine what they were saying about us!

After that, we all went into the living room to hang out. Mum came in a few minutes later and said, “Girls, I just want to go over a few things, then I promise I’ll leave you alone. I’ve laid out plenty of snacks for you — biscuits, cupcakes, crisps and dip, sweets… and the fridge is fully stocked with drinks. Help yourselves to whatever you like. Lottie is the oldest, so I’ve given her money for a pizza whenever you’re ready for actual food.” We laughed at that. “Poppy knows my number, but if anyone else needs something I’ve left it on the fridge as well. That’s all I have to say, except… have fun, the house is yours, enjoy yourselves!” She turned to me. “Poppy, sweetie, can I borrow you for a second?”

I followed Mum into the kitchen. Lowering her voice, she said, “When I spoke to Nicole earlier, she said something very interesting… something that has me thinking she may be sharing a bed with her daughter Lottie.”

I was floored. “What? Oh, my God! What did she say?”

“Nicole and I were talking about the sleeping arrangements, and she said, ‘If space is very tight, maybe one of the girls could sleep with us? I’m sure Lottie would be happy to.’ If that wasn’t a bloody great hint, I don’t know what is!”

“That… that’s awesome. What did you say to her?”

“I said, ‘That sounds cosy. I bet Poppy or Lilly would be happy to share our bed, too.’“

“You never!”

“Cross my heart. I think this is going to be one amazing evening, don’t you?”

“You can say that again. Speaking of which, would it be a problem if we were all naked when you came home?”

Mum nearly choked on her tea. “Christ, no! I’d be delighted. Hold on a tick — is this that party game you’ve been talking about with Lilly?”

“Yeah. If I can get everyone to play, it’ll be bloody awesome!”

“I’m sure, but remember, now — don’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want.”

“Sure, Mum. Don’t you worry, we’ll be fine. Where are you guys going, anyhow?”

“To this posh restaurant Nicole knows about, then we’ll have a few drinks after.”

“Well, have fun, Mum.” I gave her a hug, followed by a brief tongue kiss. She went upstairs to get ready, and I rejoined the others.

By then, everyone had helped themselves to snacks. Mia found our DVD of Mamma Mia and asked if we could watch it. No one objected, so I popped it into the player, and we settled down to watch.

About half an hour into the movie, our sugar rush really kicked in, so we cranked the volume up and began to sing and dance. Even Mum came down in a bathrobe, her hair up in a towel, and sang along to “Dancing Queen,” then rushed off to finish getting ready. I thought she looked a little nervous about her date with Nicole, which seemed really cute. It gave me a great idea. I told the others that when Mum and Nicole came in to say goodbye to us, we should all make a big fuss and cheer and carry on. They agreed, and we took a break to top up our sugar levels before returning to the movie.

Nicole turned up just as the movie was ending. When the doorbell rang, Mum came rushing downstairs to answer, then she brought Nicole into the living room to greet everyone before they left.

Mum looked stunning. She wore a green, figure-hugging wraparound dress that was tied at the waist. It had a low scooped neckline that showed off her cleavage and quite a lot of leg. She wore black stilettos with such tall heels that I had no idea how she was able to walk in them. (I’d been practising in my much shorter heels, and only had a sore ankle to show for my efforts).

Nicole was wearing a brown suede mini skirt with a tight-knit black jumper. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so you could see the outline of her nipples. I loved her black ankle boots with spiked heels, so much that I made a mental note to ask Mum if I could have a pair for my birthday.

Mum was just parting her lips to speak when all of a sudden the room burst into cheers and clapping. Henri put her fingers in her mouth and wolf-whistled so loudly it hurt my ears! Everyone was yelling and shouting stuff like ‘WOW!’ and ‘Beautiful!’ When my own pathetic attempt at a wolf whistle failed I shouted, ‘Sexy ladies!’ then Henri wolf-whistled again. Both Mum and Nicole blushed. It was a great reaction; just what I was hoping for.

Once we’d calmed down, Mum and Nicole went through all the usual stuff parents say when they leave you on your own, like don’t open the door, call us if you need anything, etc. Then Mum said to me, “Oh, by the way, sweetie… I’ve turned the heating up, so when you play your game later it’ll be nice and warm.”

Then she gave us her customary wink which, from what I saw when I looked around, melted a heart or two, and Nicole said something very interesting, “I look forward to hearing all about that game of yours when we get back.”

It was the way she said it, all slow and sultry. Also, she was staring intently at Lottie, who noticeably blushed. There was a palpable ripple of arousal in the air, although neither Mum nor Nicole were familiar with the details of the game. In fact, only Henri knew, as she’d helped me with some of the details earlier at school.

That sexual vibe seemed to linger in the air after Mum and Nicole left. Everyone badgered me for details about the game but I made them all wait until after we’d eaten. I didn’t want some guy delivering pizza while our house was full of naked girls, most of them underage — but I wasn’t going to tell them that, not yet.

Instead, we hung out and chatted. Lottie and Henri seemed to be getting on very well, they were sitting together on the sofa, deep in conversation. Mia and I were on the other sofa and Lilly and Evie were playing upstairs. Given the nature of the film we’d just seen, the conversation with Mia turned to our fathers. I knew nothing of her dad, only that he didn’t live with them.

When Mia said something about one of the fathers in the film, I took the opportunity to ask, “Do you ever see your dad? I know he doesn’t live with you anymore.”

She shook her head. “No. He left when I was little, just after Evie was born. I wasn’t sure what happened, but he and Mum had a big row and we never saw him again. Mum said he’d gone to live with someone else and that was that. A few years later, Lottie told me that Dad ran off with a woman he worked with.”

“Oh, that’s really shit. Mia. I’m so sorry.” I hugged her, then took her hand.

“It’s fine,” she said with a shrug. “I don’t remember him anyhow — it’s just blurry images and what Mum and Lottie told me. Not having a dad around feels normal now. God, I can’t even imagine what living with a man would be like!”

“Urghh, no thanks!” I giggled and snarled my face up in mock disgust, which made her laugh.

“How about your dad, then? You never mention him at all!”

“That’s because I don’t know who he is,” I told her. “It’s kind of a weird story.”

“Can you tell me? I’d like to hear it.” Mia smiled so sweetly, it nearly made me swoon.

“Sure. It’s not a secret, but it isn’t something we advertise either. My dad is a friend of my mum’s; they met at university. She wanted to have a baby without having to get married, and he offered to help. See, she already knew she was a lesbian, and he was okay with them just being friends. So when the time was right, Mum went to her friend. He got her pregnant twice — first with me, then with Lilly.”

“That is the coolest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Really?”

“Are you kidding? Yeah, that’s brilliant. Have you ever met him?”

“No. I don’t even know his name. Mum said he is only our dad bio-logic-ally, which means he’s not a part of our lives. She says that he was handsome and kind and very clever and that we look like him. That’s all I know. Heck, we didn’t even know about Mum being gay until she told me and Lilly a few weeks ago.”

Mia furrowed her brow. “Really? How’d she explain the whole… pregnancy thing to you, then?”

I laughed. “Oh, she just told us that she wanted kids, but not a husband.”

“Don’t you want to know more about him, though?”

“Eh, not really. Mum talks to me and Lilly about it whenever we like. Honestly, I’m happy with the way things are. He just helped Mum get pregnant, that’s it. Good thing he did, though — otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Well, I sure wouldn’t want that! He sounds like a nice guy.”

“Yeah, I bet he is. Hey, are you hungry?”

Almost as if on cue, Evie and Lilly came thumping down the stairs and declared loudly that they were ‘starving’. Henri and Lottie agreed, so we phoned in our order for pizza.

When the order came, we decided to eat it like a real meal, off plates at the kitchen table. Lottie and Henri even insisted that we clean up afterward. Mum would have been proud of us. By the time we’d loaded the dishwasher and tidied up the living room, I decided it was time to play the Monsters game.

While we were gathering in the living room, I asked Lilly to go upstairs and fetch a sheet of her stickers. My little sister has a big thing for stickers — any sort will do, but the brighter and sparklier the better. Unicorns were a particular favourite. In our old house, she’d covered her bedroom with them, all over the walls and windows, everywhere! When we moved into our new home, Mum laid down the law, telling Lilly that she could put them on the back of her door, but nowhere else. Since the door was almost full, my sister had plenty of stickers and nowhere to put them.

Lilly came back, handed me the sheet of stickers, then sat down on the floor next to Evie. Everyone was looking at me, waiting to hear about my party game. I was suddenly feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing, unsure how my idea would go over. It was too late to back down now, though.

I began, “I made up a game for us to play. It’s just a bit of fun… you don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”

“No, come on, tell us how to play!” Lilly exclaimed, and the others all nodded in agreement.

“Okay, well… it’s called Monsters. One person starts as the monster and goes and counts to one hundred in the bathroom while everyone else hides.”

“Why the bathroom?” asked Lilly.

“There’s nowhere to hide in there, so we don’t miss out on any hiding places. Anyway, everyone except the monster has to secretly hide one of these stickers on themselves.” I held up the sheet for everyone to see. “You put the sticker on your bare skin, somewhere on your body where it’ll be hard to find. Don’t tell anyone where you put it.”

One by one I asked them to choose a sticker, then go out into the hall in private to hide it on themselves. When they were all done, I told them the rest of the rules.

“Those stickers are very special, because they keep you from becoming a monster yourself! The monster counts to a hundred and yells, ‘I’M COMING TO EAT YOU!’ then tries to find everyone who’s hiding, and get the sticker off them so they turn into monsters.”

“But if the sticker is hidden on our skin, how’s the monster supposed to find it?” asked Mia.

“That’s the fun bit. The house will be completely dark, all the lights off. When the monster finds someone, they have to get that person’s clothes off to find the sticker. Oh, and monsters don’t wear clothes, right? So that means the monster has to be naked.” I paused. “Um, that’s pretty much it.”

I held my breath, waiting for a response, only to break into a happy grin when I got excited giggles and a roomful of girls, eager to play.

“So, wait. If the monster gets my sticker, and some of my clothes are still on, I’ll have to take them all off, right? Cause I’m a monster, too,” Lottie said.

“Exactly. But if anyone doesn’t want to take their clothes off, it’s fine. You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.” Everyone nodded, but for Mum’s sake more than anything I decided to make doubly sure.

“Okay, I need everyone to put their hand up if they’re cool with playing the game and being naked!”

Everyone’s hands shot up without a hint of hesitation. Good, the game was on! “Oh, yeah,” I quickly added, “the last person to get caught wins!”

“What do they win?” asked Lilly.

That stopped me. “Um, I hadn’t thought of that.”

Mia spoke up. “How about the winner gets to kiss whoever they want?”

“Or how about they get to kiss everyone?” said Henri.

“I like that idea,” said Lottie, wearing a smile that reminded me of how Mum looks when she’s thinking about something naughty.

“Okay, so the winner gets to kiss everyone.” I looked around the room. “Who wants to be the monster first?”

Mia spoke right up. “I think it should be you, Poppy!”

The other girls chimes in right away, all of them in agreement.

“Okay, it’s me,” I said. “Now let’s turn off all the lights, then I’ll go into the bathroom, get undressed and start counting!”

We raced around the house, switching the lights out until it was dark, with just enough light coming in from the street to keep our guests from walking into walls. That task accomplished, I went into the bathroom and shouted “I’m starting my count now!”

We were all still wearing our school uniforms. I took mine off while I was counting and left it in a heap on the bathroom floor, then studied myself in the mirror, hoping that Evie and Lottie — the only ones who hadn’t seen me naked yet — would like what they saw.

I could hear excited giggles and heavy footsteps as everyone ran around looking for hiding places. By the time I neared the end of my count, the house was dead silent.

Opening the bathroom door, I shouted, “I’M COMING TO EAT YOU!” as loud as I could in a growly monster voice.

Straight away I heard giggles coming from downstairs, and knew right away that it had to be either Lilly or Evie. It felt very naughty, wandering naked through the house, and it was turning me on so much that I started getting wet. I walked into Lilly’s room and started growling, hoping that a nervous giggle would give someone away, but there was only silence. I felt around under the bed — nobody there.

I was about to open a cupboard door when I heard a scream. I jumped with fright as Henri bolted out from behind a curtain and raced downstairs before I even knew she was there. Okay, she got away, I told myself, but I’ll get her later.

Next, I went into my room and growled again… not a sound. I opened a wardrobe door, but it was empty. I checked behind the curtains, nothing. I was about to leave the room when I saw movement on the bed. Someone was under the covers!

I shut the door then stood still, hoping they’d think I’d left the room. Then with a wild cry, I flung myself on the bed. Mia shrieked, then fell into fits of laughter.

“YUM YUM!” I roared. “I’M GOING TO EAT YOU FOR DINNER!”

She clutched tightly at the covers, but eventually, I got them away from her. Mia struggled with me as I pretended to eat her neck and arm. Then I started searching her body.

“Where’s that sticker? GRRRRRRRR!”

Mia wasn’t really putting up much of a fight, so I managed to unbutton her shirt, then pull it off. She was wearing a bra, which surprised me. I ran my hands all over her as if I was searching for the sticker, but of course I was really just feeling her up. Then I tried to get her bra off, and she pretty much let me do it with no resistance.

“Off with your clothes, little girl!” I growled. “I must have that sticker!”

While I was battling with her skirt, Mia started pretending to fight back… but really, she was just touching me everywhere! Her hands were all over me, even lightly brushing my pussy! When I finally tugged her skirt free I seized the waistband of her tights and pulled them off together with her knickers in one go. Mia was squealing and thrashing about, barely trying to stop me.

Once I had her naked, I started searching her body for real. I felt around everywhere, spending lots of time on her bum. Mia wasn’t even putting up a fake fight now, just letting me touch her. I searched her backside completely and there was nothing there, so I turned her over and explored her front. Her breasts felt a bit more developed than mine — which made sense, as she was a year older. They were soft, but her nipples were erect. Still no sticker, though. There was only one place left that it could be.

She whispered, “Oh… oh, yeah,” as my hands drifted up her legs to briefly cradle her hips, then I allowed my fingertips to drift beneath Mia’s belly, moving toward her vulva. She opened her legs, and as my hand moved between them I felt the sticker on the top of her mons. Mia had a sprinkling of amazingly soft pubes there, and I was tempted to linger there. Instead, I pretended I’d not noticed the sticker, letting my hand drift between her legs until I was touching her slit. She gasped, then tensed when my finger parted her lips. Her pussy was wet and warm to the touch. Mia’s hands slipped around me to cradle my bum as I leaned in and kissed her.

As nice as this felt, I was very aware everyone else was still hiding, waiting to be found. Gently breaking our kiss, I told Mia, “You’re a monster now.”

“Wait, wait,” she protested. “You haven’t found my sticker yet!”

“Oh, yeah.” I reached down and peeled it from her vulva. “Here it is!”

“Okay, you got me,” she giggled. We shared a quick kiss, then set off in search of the others.

Mum’s room was next. It’s at the front of the house, and there was a small beam of light from the streetlamp outside. We opened the cupboards, growling as we went — then there was a giggle from under the bed. I reached underneath and dragged out Evie, whose shoulders were shaking as she quietly laughed. I’ll give her her due — Evie fought well. She was very slippery, and twice she nearly got away from us. However, we managed to get her on the bed, and I held her arms while Mia stripped her little sister.

Evie’s cute cartoon knickers were the last thing to come off before I growled, “Now, we search every yummy bit of you! AAAARRRRGGHH!”

Mia and I felt all over Evie’s body. She wriggled and bucked beneath us as our fingers explored every inch of her bare skin. I could see just well enough to notice that Mia went straight for her pussy, getting a really good feel of her down there. Hmmm… now that was interesting.

I stroked Evie’s chest, then gently tweaked those perky little nipples, which made her squeal with delight. It was a lot of fun, but I longed to finger her slit.

I indicated to Mia that I wanted to swap places, and when she moved away I slipped a hand between Evie’s legs. Omigosh, she was actually wet! I couldn’t believe it, although she was laughing so hard that I thought it might have been pee. I had a quick sniff of my fingers, though, and they smelled a lot more like pussy. It made me want to lie down between Evie’s thighs and lick her, but I couldn’t let myself forget about the game.

We found the sticker hidden on her butt, just inside the cheek. Once Mia peeled it loose, Evie sat up. “So, um, am I a monster now?”

“Yup. Remember, you’re s’posed to act like a monster, too.”

“Okay, I will,” Evie replied, then added, “But how do I know for sure that you guys are really monsters? I should check and see.”

I chuckled. Good idea, Evie — wish I’d thought of that.” Approaching her, I spread my arms wide. “Go on then, check us.”

Mia and I stood there naked while Evie’s naughty little fingers roamed all over our bodies. She wasn’t shy at all about touching my pussy, and spent quite a long time having a good feel. I loved watching Evie search Mia, too. She paid just as much attention to her big sister’s pussy as she did mine. By then, I was certain this wasn’t the first time they’d touched each other like that.

I quickly checked to make sure we’d not missed anyone in the bedrooms, then the three of us made a big deal of stomping heavily down the stairs making scary noises. Choosing to stick together, we began to search for the others. There was nobody in the kitchen, so we made our way to the dining room. It was very dark and we could barely see, but Evie found Henri hiding under the table.

I quickly dragged the chairs out of the way and the three of us set upon Henri. Evie tickled her, Mia and I grabbed an ankle each and we dragged her out into the open. Reaching under Henri’s skirt, which had ridden up, I seized her tights and knickers and pulled them off in one go. By then, Henri had all but stopped struggling and was allowing us to undress her. Evie and Mia were working on her shirt and bra while I fumbled with her skirt. Soon enough, we had the girl totally nude.

“Right, let’s search her,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Um, Henri, can you stand up?”

Henri did as asked and the three of us began touching her all over — Evie and Mia exploring her front side, while I took the back. I found the sticker on her shoulder right away, but I didn’t say anything to the others, just peeled it right off.

Pressing my body against Henri’s, I had a good feel of her bum, then slipped a hand between her legs. As it was dark enough to keep the others from seeing me, I kissed Henri’s neck and the nape of her shoulder and was rewarded with a quiet murmur of satisfaction. Her pussy was dripping wet.

I felt the urge to chuck this whole game, lay Henri down right there on the kitchen floor and fuck her silly. But there were still two girls hiding, waiting for their chance to be stripped bare and transformed into monsters. So instead I said, “Hey, I found the sticker!”

“So now I’m a monster too, right?” said Henri.

Evie spoke up. “Yeah. but now you gotta feel us all over, to make sure we’re really monsters!”

“No problem!” said Henri, who set to work running her hands all over us. Naturally, she took plenty of time touching our breasts and exploring between our legs before announcing, “Yeah, you’re all for real.”

The only room in the house we hadn’t searched was the living room, so we knew that Lottie and Lilly had to be in there. The four of us went into the barely lit room, each of us making silly monster noises. Then came a scream — it was Lilly, and one of us had found her. Then Henri shouted, “I’ve got Lottie, help me!”

The room was now a riot of naked and semi-naked young girls screaming, giggling and wrestling. I could hear Lilly howling with laughter on the other side of the room as she was being stripped. As near as I could tell, Mia and Evie were the ones doing the stripping, so I quickly moved to assist Henri.

Lottie was putting up a decent struggle, but me and Henri at the same time were too much for her. I managed to get Lottie’s arms above her head, then sort of half laid on them to pin her down while Henri tugged her skirt off. then unbuttoned her top. Lottie was on her back so we couldn’t get her shirt or bra off. Henri’s solution was to just push the bra up over Lottie’s breasts and then feel them. I could hardly see in what little light there was through the blinds, but when I got to touch them myself, her titties were a lot more developed than I expected.

As I was rolling those stiff nipples between my fingers, Henri was kissing Lottie’s tummy, then she stuffed a hand down into her tights. At that point Lottie stopped struggling, so I released her arms and carried on playing with those beautiful breasts. I was thrilled to bits when Lottie began to do some touching of her own, her hands sliding round my back to cradle my bum. And I moaned out loud when she reached even lower, her fingers seeking and finding my pussy.

When she realised how wet I was, Lottie grew even bolder, searching for my clit. When she found it, I almost came right then and there. Henri was pulling Lottie’s tights and knickers off, then she laid down beside her and they met in a juicy kiss. At least, it sounded juicy.

I knew how much Henri liked Lottie, so I decided that it would be best to give them some space to enjoy one another. I felt my way over to where the others were, only to find Lilly standing naked while Mia and Evie were caressing her all over. I joined in and ran my hands all over my baby sister’s bare body, placing a few kisses on her tummy.

All of a sudden someone started tickling Lilly, and she dropped to the floor squealing with laughter. It must have been Evie who did that, because she immediately threw herself on top of Lilly and the two seven-year-olds rolled around together, unable to stop laughing.

That left Mia and me. I felt around in the dark for her, then held her close. I cupped her bum with both hands and she did the same to me as we came together in a warm kiss that quickly turned very hot.

Then I heard the key turn in the front door. Oh, my God — Mum and Nicole were home!

The hallway light spilled through the open door into the living room, the overhead light was switched on, and there they were — our mums, both of them looking very shocked indeed. As for us girls, we were frozen to the spot, too startled to do anything else.

When I looked around the room, I could see why Mum and Nicole had that astonished look on their faces. They’d been greeted by the sight of Mia and me making out naked on the floor, with Evie and Lilly doing pretty much the same thing right at their feet. And behind the sofa, Henri had been going down on Lottie when the light came on. The wetness around her mouth made that clear enough.

Honestly, having our mums come home and catch all of us having sex had been what I’d hoped for when making plans to play this game in the first place. What I hadn’t counted on was them returning so early. We’d been playing Monsters for less than thirty minutes — barely time for everyone to get naked!

Nicole seemed to get over her shock quickly enough. Turning to Mum, she said, “Well, well… didn’t we come home at the perfect time, Heather?”

As for Mum, she’d gone cool as a cucumber. “Indeed we did, Nicole,” she replied with a smile, then glanced around at us. “Having fun, girls?”

On to Chapter Eleven!

by BlueJean

Summer is flowing honey.

It’s fields of poppies and nesting swifts. It’s butterflies and wildflower meadows and the sweet buzzing of bees.

Once upon a time, it was noisy sirens and diesel fumes. Overtime in hot office blocks and terrible Monday morning hangovers. Too much alcohol, too much stress, too much unhappiness.

These days I work from home, my time spent tending to the bee hives in our orchard, collecting the sweet honey they produce. We live out in the sticks, in a fairly remote part of the country, away from the hustle and bustle of city life. It’s a good place to be. Not just for me, but my two daughters. I didn’t want to raise them in a city. I wanted them to grow up around nature like I’d done when I was little; to have space to run wild, to breathe clean air, to learn that we’re all just a small part of a bigger whole.

Freya and Millie loved school summer holidays. They kept themselves occupied by running through fields, playing in the woods and paddling in the little stream that snaked its way alongside our thatched cottage. Some days it was a real struggle to get them to come inside to eat or sleep.

They were playing in their treehouse at the bottom of our garden with our Hungarian Vizsla puppy Bee, who was barking up at the girls in frustration when I called them inside to help me make dinner.

Ten-year-old Freya descended first, followed by her little sister, seven-year-old Millie. Bee danced around them happily as they ran back to the house.

I noticed they had their naughty faces on, all smiles and twinkling eyes. They liked to think that their mum didn’t notice these things, but being a beekeeper teaches you to be observant.

“What have you been up to, imps?” I asked them as I cut up some chicken thighs.

Freya glanced at her sister knowingly. “Nothing…”

“Just playing in the treehouse,” Millie said innocently.

“Hmm.” I looked down at Bee, who was sitting on the kitchen floor like a good girl, waiting for a piece of meat she wasn’t going to get. “What were they doing, Bee? Were they being naughty up there?”

The puppy obviously thought I meant, Jump up here and help yourself to this chicken. “No, Bee. Down. Down!” I commanded and she sat back down, tail sweeping the floor enthusiastically, still hoping for a treat.

Millie got down on her haunches and stroked the pup behind the ears. “Good girl, Bee.”

“Freya, can you cut up a cucumber and some tomatoes?” I asked my eldest daughter.

“Okay,” Freya said and went to the fridge.

“What shall I do, Mummy?” Millie asked me.

“You can separate the tortillas and put them on a baking tray.”

“‘Kay.”

When all the ingredients were ready, the three of us had fun making our own fajitas. Millie, as usual, tried to put too much filling into her tortillas and couldn’t roll them up, so I gave her a knife and fork.

Freya chuckled at her sister. “You always do that, Millie.”

“I like them like this,” Millie insisted, trying to pick up a fajita that looked more like a collapsed tent. The filling fell out of the sides and ended up back on her plate, except for a stray piece of chicken which bounced on the kitchen floor and was snatched up by a pleased looking Bee.

“Just use the knife and fork, that’s why I put them there for you,” I told my seven-year-old, and she gave me a big sigh before begrudgingly picking up her cutlery. Half the fun of fajitas was eating them with your hands, after all.

Freya picked up one of her own neatly rolled fajitas and gave Millie a smug grin as she nibbled daintily on it.

“At least I don’t show people my kitty,” Millie muttered.

“I beg your pardon?” I said, nearly choking on my own fajita.

“Shut up, Millie,” Freya told her sister, and gave me an abashed look.

“She showed me loads of times, and some other girls at school too,” Millie said.

“I didn’t.”

“You did! She did, Mummy.”

“So? You showed me yours, too,” Freya shot back.

“Only because you made me, though.”

“Just the first time. Then you wanted to show me after that.”

“No, I didn’t. You want to show me all the time.”

“You do.”

“No, you do! She does, Mummy!”

“Enough, please!” I told them sternly. “Both of you stop talking about your private bits and eat your dinner.”

The girls gave each other dirty looks, then went back to their meals.

So Freya was starting to think about that kind of thing, was she? I suppose I must have been of a similar age when I began to be curious about what was between my legs. It was a natural part of growing up, and I knew enough about nature to keep me from feeling threatened by such revelations. I wasn’t sure Millie needed to know about that just yet, though. It was all just harmless fun, I reasoned.

Later in the week, I was out in the orchard doing my twice weekly inspection of the hives while Bee and the girls played in the poppy field next to our cottage. Every now and then I could see two little heads moving through the tall red flowers.

The colonies were doing okay. No parasites, all queens present and correct. Soon the honey would be ready for the first harvest of the year.

As I secured the hives and closed the gate to the orchard, I noticed the girls hadn’t appeared for a while. I could hear Bee barking, though, so I knew they were still amongst the poppies somewhere. I put my smoker down and removed my protective veil, thinking it would be fun to sneak up and surprise them.

I strolled towards the field and entered a sea of red.

The poppies were almost a metre tall – plenty big enough to hide two little girls, but I knew the puppy would give them away. I homed in on Bee’s yapping, crouching down and sneaking through the flowers until I could hear the soft murmur of voices.

“Rub against me harder.” That was Freya.

“I am,” I heard Millie reply.

I crawled forward on my hands and knees as quietly as I could and saw movement between the poppy stalks. I froze, knowing if I moved any closer, Bee would find me.

“Don’t squeeze my bum so hard!” Millie told her sister.

“I’m trying to pull you in more, that’s all.”

The girls were in a little clearing of squashed poppies. Freya was lying on her back with Millie on top of her, the pair of them rubbing their groins together, shorts and panties pulled round their ankles. Bee sat next to them and let out a frustrated yap every now and then, as if asking them what on earth they were doing.

“Shush, Bee!” Freya whispered to the pup.

Millie tried to push the puppy away half-heartedly. “Go home, Bee!”

I should have turned around and crept away. This was an invasion of their privacy and it didn’t feel right spying on them. But I was also struck by the erotic beauty of the scene before me, and couldn’t quite bring myself to avert my gaze and leave.

Freya cupped her little sister’s buttocks as they rubbed their slits together. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Mm-hmm,” Millie hummed, her little bum cheeks clenching as she humped her sister.

“Go down a bit,” Freya told her.

“Huh?”

“You keep missing my kitty. Go down a bit, so they’re rubbing together more.”

“‘Kay.” Millie gazed down between her big sister’s legs so she could do some fine tuning.

“That’s better. Now rub against me really hard.”

“Stop saying that, I’m trying to!” Millie whined.

“Shhh!”

The puppy told them off again and poked them with a paw for good measure.

“Go away, Bee!” Freya shooed and the two girls giggled.

I kept as still as I could behind the poppies, careful even not to breathe too loudly. I was enthralled. Even a little… No. Not aroused. These were my little girls, for heaven’s sake. If witnessing this scene of adolescent frolicking was turning me on, I reasoned it was a perfectly natural physical reaction – not a psychological one. I didn’t have much control over several million years of hardwired primal behaviour, after all.

“It feels really nice,” Freya was saying. “It’s making my kitty feel all funny. Rub on me harder.”

“Don’t keep saying it!” Millie hissed.

“Let’s do a kiss,” Freya suggested.

Millie screwed her face up. “Urgh, no way!”

I had to stifle a laugh. Suddenly, Bee looked right at me.

I crawled backwards, but it was too late. The puppy stalked me warily through the poppies, not sure who or what I was. I managed to get up on my feet and tried to sneak away but Bee caught up to me, screwing up her snout in a smile and thrashing her tail around in excitement, having discovered who I was. I held a finger up to my lips to shush her, as if a dog was going to understand that.

“Quick, pull your pants up! I think someone’s coming!” I heard a frantic Freya tell her sister.

I reached the edge of the field with Bee jumping up at me excitedly, then stood up and shouted to my daughters, to make it seem like I’d just arrived. “Girls? Are you in there?”

Two little heads popped up amidst the ocean of flowers.

A flushed looking Freya hollered back, “Yeah, we’re here!”

“We were just playing,” Millie added, looking a bit guilty.

I headed back towards the cottage with Bee nibbling at my ankles. “Come inside and get cleaned up.”

“Aww!” they both whined.

***

Me and my sister like to do rude things together sometimes.

Oh, wait.

I should have said who I was first.

I’m Freya and my little sister is Millie. My mum’s real name is Georgia but obviously we just call her Mum or Mummy.

There.

So lately I started feeling funny between my legs and I found out that it feels really good to touch myself down there. At school, I showed my kitty to a couple of friends under the table and they showed me theirs and then later on at home I asked Millie if she wanted to see it. Millie said no but I showed her anyway. Soon I got her to show me hers and it became like a fun game for us to flash each other when Mum wasn’t around.

When Mum nearly caught us in the poppy field, it was the first time we had rubbed our kitties together like that. It felt really exciting and I didn’t think it would be the last time we did it.

Now I’ll tell you about Mr. Dalliard, who has nothing to do with us rubbing our kitties together but it’s quite interesting anyway.

Mr. Dalliard is a nice old man who lives in a house near ours and comes over sometimes to help Mum with carpentry and painting and odd jobs and stuff. My sister is sure that he’s the oldest man in the world but I think that’s just something he told her as a joke. He is pretty old though.

Oh. He also built our treehouse.

Today he was round our house to help Mum repair and paint some old beehives. Mum insisted they use water based paint as it’s better for the bees and for the environment too but Mr. Dalliard said oil based was better and that’s what he had used his whole life. Mum won.

“She won’t last five minutes, girl,” Mr. Dalliard told Mum as he slapped the paint on with a brush. No idea why but Mr. Dalliard likes to call things ‘she’ and ‘he’. Weird.

“Water based paint’s much better than it used to be,” Mum told him.

“The weather’ll get into her, you mark my words,” Mr. Dalliard grumped.

Millie asked him the same question she asked him every time. “Mr. Dalliard, how old are you?”

“Older’n any person alive, young’un,” Mr. Dalliard told my sister, grinning.

I don’t think he’s ever called us by our actual names. It’s always ‘young’un’ or ‘littlun’ or ‘whippersnapper’ and stuff like that. I keep meaning to Google ‘whippersnapper’.

“Yeah, but how old?” Millie kept on. My sister is almost as stubborn as Mr. Dalliard.

“How old d’ye think I is?”

“I dunno ’cause you never tell me.”

“Guess then.”

“Um… as old as Yoda?”

“Who the ‘ell’s Yoga?”

“Yoda, not Yoga! He’s the leader of the Jedi,” Millie explained.

“Oh, I see. How old’s ‘e then?”

“About… five hundred years old, I think.”

Mr. Dalliard did a loud, coughy noise that was probably a laugh.

“I saw an old Japanese lady on YouTube who was a hundred and twenty and there’s no way you’re that old,” I told him, pleased with myself.

“Don’t gimme that YouTube rubbish!” Mr. Dalliard wheezed, having none of it. “It were prolly someone ‘avin’ a prank.”

“No, it was real,” I insisted.

“Bah, you can keep yer YouTubes and yer Yoghurts. I’s the oldest bloke in the world, and tha’s a fact.”

Millie studied Mr. Dalliard closely for a bit. “He might be,” she finally said to me.

“He’s not,” I said in a quiet voice, a little annoyed.

“I’m sure if Mr. Dalliard wanted you to know how old he was, he’d tell you,” Mum told us.

“Ask the lady in the tree, she’ll tell ya how old I is,” Mr. Dalliard said as he slapped on more paint.

“What lady?” I asked.

“The old Dryad, one that lives in the big ole oak down yonder. Knew me as a young’un, she did.”

Me, my sister and Mum gave each other a funny look. Mr. Dalliard said weird stuff sometimes.

“Okay, Mr. Dalliard,” Mum said. “Would you like another cup of tea?”

I better remember to Google ‘Dryad’ too.

Later on that evening after Mum had sent us to bed, I thought about sharing my secret with my sister but I wasn’t sure if she could be trusted after telling Mum about me flashing my kitty.

“Millie?” I said to her as she read her book in the bed next to mine.

“What?”

“Why did you tell Mum about me showing my kitty?”

“‘Cause you laughed at my fajitas.”

“I didn’t mean to laugh, but we have to keep stuff like that secret, okay?”

Millie looked up from her book. “Okay I’m sorry, I won’t tell Mummy again.”

“D’you promise?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

Millie sighed dramatically. “I promise not to tell Mummy about the rude things.”

Satisfied that she would keep her word, I pulled something out from under my pillow. “Look what I have,” I gasped with a grin

Millie put her book down. “What is it?”

“A pair of Mum’s knickers!”

“Why do you have those?”

“I took them from the washing basket.”

“Yeah, but why?”

I climbed out of bed and tiptoed over to my sister’s bed with the knickers in my hand. I sat down and held them near her face. “Smell them.”

“I don’t want to,” Millie said, pulling away.

“Go on, they smell really nice,” I insisted.

“Like what?”

“Like Mum’s kitty,” I said and took a big sniff.

“Okay, I’ll try them,” my sister decided.

I held the soiled panties under her nose again. Millie took a little sniff, then a bigger one.

“Do you like the smell?” I asked her.

Millie shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“Just okay?” I said, disappointed. How could the smell not be as exciting to her as it was to me?

“I don’t mind it, but sneaking Mummy’s dirty knickers into our room is a bit weird.”

“Will you rub your kitty on mine while I smell them?”

Millie giggled. “Okay.”

I went back to lay on my own bed and pulled my knickers and pyjama bottoms down round my ankles. Millie crept over and pulled hers down too. She climbed over me and lowered herself onto my body.

“Make sure they’re touching together,” I told her.

As my sister lay on top of me and rubbed herself against my kitty, I opened my mum’s dirty panties and inspected them. They were just normal cotton knickers, light blue with a yellow trim. There were some stains in there, some yellow ones and some whitish ones.

I held them up to my nose and breathed in. I’m not sure I can describe how they smelled, kind of fruity and dirty, but I really liked it. And with my little sister rubbing her private parts on mine it felt even better.

I pushed the panties into Millie’s face. “Are you sure you don’t like the smell?”

“Stop it, Freya!” my sister said but she was grinning when she said it so I didn’t think she was too bothered.

“I wonder why my panties don’t smell this good,” I mused.

“They would do if you didn’t wash them.”

I gave Mum’s panties another sniff. “I really like doing this.”

“The rubbing thing or smelling Mummy’s knickers?”

“Both, but I meant the rubbing.”

“I like it too.”

My kitty felt really tingly and almost sore and I felt like I was building up to something but I wasn’t sure what and I wasn’t sure how to get there. But it felt nice anyway.

I put Mum’s panties over Millie’s head so she was wearing them like a balaclava.

“Take them off, Freya!” my sister squealed.

“Shhh!” I whispered, laughing.

Millie pulled the knickers off her head and threw them at me. “You’re horrible!” The little smile in the corner of her mouth told me she didn’t really mean it, though.

“I can hear you up there! Go to sleep!” Mum shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Millie climbed off me, pulled her panties and pyjamas back up and scampered back to her own bed.

I covered myself up with my summer quilt but kept my panties pulled down. I wanted to touch myself down there and smell Mum’s knickers a bit more before I went to sleep.

***

It was mid-morning, and Freya and Millie were playing outside in the stream while I made a quick zoom call to my friend and the girls’ teacher Sadie, or Miss Laine as she was known to my two daughters. If possessing a natural kind of beauty that was the envy of most women wasn’t enough, she was also a pillar of the community, working tirelessly to help her young charges, and organising various events around the village. I should have wanted to slap her repeatedly for being so unbelievably nice, but the universe clearly had other ideas for Sadie Laine and myself when it decided we were going to be best friends.

“Good morning, Miss Laine,” I droned, imitating her pupils’ traditional morning greeting.

Sadie laughed at my foolishness. “Can you see me?” she asked.

We had only recently discovered online meetings. Neither of us were particularly tech savvy, but the novelty hadn’t worn off yet.

I sat down on the couch with a cup of herbal tea, and drew my legs up underneath me. “Yeah, I can see you. You’re looking horrifically beautiful as usual. Some of us have to make an effort to look good, you know.”

Sadie swished her long chestnut hair back in an exaggerated manner. “What a nice compliment! I think…”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I told her, laughing.

“What are you up to?” Sadie asked me.

“Uh, this and that. Herbs to plant, beekeeper study, lots of little maintenance jobs to do around the house. I don’t like to rely on Mr. Dalliard too much, he’s not getting any younger.”

“No, poor old bugger.”

“How ’bout you?”

“I’m still working my way through marking the kids’ mock exams. The vicar wants me to help with the church fête, too.”

“Tell him to get someone else. He’s always asking you for help.”

“I don’t mind. You know I like to keep busy.”

“He takes advantage,” I told her. The vicar was a slimy little fucker in my opinion. And there were long standing rumours he couldn’t keep his willy inside his cassock.

“Oh, don’t be a meanie! He’s not so bad,” Sadie said. “Are the girls behaving?”

I rolled my eyes. “Mostly…”

“What? Are they being naughty?”

“Not naughty really but… well…”

“Do they need Miss Laine to come round and give them a good talking to?” Sadie said, trying to put on a stern looking face.

“Freya has discovered her vagina,” I declared.

Sadie burst out laughing. “Oh, my goodness! How embarrassing!”

I smiled. “Yeah, she’s going through that ‘flash your kitty at anything that moves’ phase, I’m afraid.”

Sadie managed to compose herself, went to speak and then fell apart laughing again. Even her laugh was attractive – soft and infectious.

I had a little giggle with her. “That’s it, get it out of your system. I was hoping for some teacherly advice, but you’re no help at all.”

“I’m sorry, it was just the way you said it!” Sadie chuckled. “To be honest, I’ve caught her and some of the other girls doing it at school too.”

“Really?”

“Yes. They didn’t know I was watching, but I could see what they were doing under the table. Kids aren’t very good at hiding things.”

“Didn’t you tell them off?”

“Well, I don’t want to humiliate them in front of the class, so I just tell them to stop messing about and pay attention to their work.”

“Oh, okay. Maybe I need to have a chat with her, she’s got Millie doing it now too.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s pretty normal for kids to be doing that sort of thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess. I seem to recall doing it myself when I was around Freya’s age.”

Sadie gave me a naughty look. “Didn’t we all? I used to love flashing my pussy to all the other little girls and boys.”

I put a hand to my mouth and let out a scandalised gasp. “Prim and proper Sadie Laine, a pussy flasher? Surely not!”

Sadie creased up again. “I did! I was awful!”

“Well, I certainly hope the vicar doesn’t find out what a little hussy his favourite helper used to be!”

We both fell about laughing like a couple of schoolgirls until Sadie fanned herself with a hand and declared, “Oh dear, I’m getting all flushed!”

“Okay, I’m gonna go before I pee myself,” I told her.

“All right. Let’s meet up sometime. This is fun, but there’s no substitute for good old fashioned get-togethers.”

“I agree.”

“Say hi to the girls!”

“Will do!”

“Bye!”

“Bye-bye!”

We both sat there staring at each other.

“I don’t know how to turn it o-off!” Sadie sang.

“Me nei-ther!” I warbled back.

“I’m just gonna push random buttons until something happens…”

“Me too, then. See you later!”

“Bye! I hope the girls don’t flash their fa—”

Not sure what I had pressed but Sadie was cut off mid sentence and the screen went black. I closed my laptop, chuckling to myself. “Daft cow.”

***

Me, Millie and Bee followed the little stream next to our house down past the wheat fields, eels and little fish darting away to avoid us. We took our sandals off – not Bee, she doesn’t wear sandals – and paddled barefoot through the cool, clear water. Mum had made sure we went out with our sun hats on to keep our heads from getting burned.

Whenever we came to a wider part of the stream, we would stop and play for a bit, splashing each other with water and climbing up the shallow bank to see if there was anything worth investigating. Bee wanted to eat everything in sight and I had to keep pulling things out of her mouth.

Soon we came to a part of the stream that was so wide, it had a little flat shingle island and an old dead log in the middle of it. I think it might have been wide enough to call a river.

“This would be a good place to make camp,” I said to my sister. I was the voice of authority on camping and survival but my sister was good with fish and insects.

“I dunno if we’d fit a tent on here, it’s quite a little island,” Millie said, bending down to inspect the log.

“We’d get a small tent on here easy-peasy.”

“What’s the point of camping in the middle of a river though?” my sister argued.

“Shut up, I know more about camping than you,” I told her.

“You shut up.”

I decided it was time to break camp and get back on our journey. “Let’s keep following the stream.”

“We shouldn’t go much farther,” Millie said. “Mummy said not to go too far away from the house.”

“We’re not that far, Millie. She meant like miles away.”

“A dragonfly!” my sister yelled and pointed to a shimmering turquoise shape hovering near the far bank.

“Oh wow, it’s beautiful!”

“It’s really pretty! Let’s follow it!” Millie said and splashed across the stream towards the flying insect.

“Come on, Bee!” I shouted to the puppy and we ran after my sister.

We climbed up the bank and chased the dragonfly across a field of golden rapeseed, laughing as we ran along with our sandals in our hands, Bee barking at us.

“Ow!” Millie shouted and bent down to rub her foot.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her as I came to a halt.

“I stepped on something sharp. I’m gonna put my sandals back on.”

“Me too,” I said and we both slipped back into our sandals.

The dragonfly had flown off but when I looked across the field I could see a massive tree just on the other side. “Millie, look,” I said, pointing at it.

“It’s huge!”

We ran over to the edge of the field and climbed over a low wooden fence, while Bee scrambled underneath. It was an oak tree, I knew, and it was definitely the biggest one I had ever seen in my life, maybe thirty or forty feet wide, all gnarly, with big roots snaking out. It sat on a big patch of grass where two dirt roads came together.

“I think this is the tree Mr. Dalliard was talking about,” I told my sister.

“Is it?”

“Maybe. I remember Mum taking us to see it too, when we were little.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“She said it was the oldest tree in the country.”

“Mr. Dalliard said a tree lady lived in it,” my sister mused.

“It’s called a Dryad. Like a tree nymph or something.”

Millie cupped her hands together over her mouth and hollered, “Hello tree lady!”

A crow perching on a branch above cawed down at us. Bee told it off but then whimpered, having second thoughts.

As I looked up I could see a shape in the massive tree trunk – almost like a person trapped in there if you looked at it from a certain angle and squinted.

I think my sister saw it too. “Freya, I want to go home,” she told me in a worried voice.

“Me too,” I agreed and we ran along the dirt track, back to the safety of our little cottage.

***

I spent the afternoon planting my herbs, but it was far too hot inside the greenhouse, and honestly, the thought of exerting myself on my other neglected maintenance tasks on such a stifling day kind of drained my spirit. So I sought sanctuary in the cool interior of our cottage to busy myself with a bit of half-hearted housework.

I usually made the girls tidy up their own bedroom, knowing it did them both good to take responsibility for their own things and learn how to clean up after themselves. But seeing as I was running the hoover round upstairs anyway, I thought I might as well vacuum their room.

But as I was hoovering under Freya’s bed, I caught a glimpse of something sticking out from under her pillow. I turned the hoover off and pulled the material out. A pair of my panties? What were they doing here? I brought them to my nose and discovered they were dirty. I could only assume my eldest daughter had fished them out of the washing basket and smuggled them back to her room.

But why would she do that? The obvious answer was that my ten-year-old had developed some kind of panty fetish, which seemed a bit ridiculous. Were little girls even into that kind of kink?

Maybe I was just jumping to conclusions. Perhaps Millie had put them under there as a joke. I’m sure there was a perfectly reasonable explanation why Freya had a pair of my dirty knickers hidden under her pillow. Was it even that big a deal in the greater scheme of things?

I was feeling incredibly horny all of a sudden. I’m sure there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for that, too.

I put my panties back under Freya’s pillow, left the hoover where it was and went to my room. I lay back on my bed, pulled my trousers and panties down to my knees, then snaked a hand between my legs. My other hand slipped inside my t-shirt and found my breasts. I don’t usually wear a bra these days – finding them too restrictive and uncomfortable – so I was free to massage my tits and pinch my nipples without hindrance.

I pushed my fingers through my hot labia, then back up to smear my essence through my bush. God, how I loved the smell of pussy juice on pubic hair. Did Freya enjoy my smell too? I wondered if she lay in her bed at night with my dirty knickers held to her face?

I tried to push that image aside and replace it with other, more acceptable ones. Invariably, it was lesbian imagery that filled my mind – pussy against pussy, breast against breast, the scents and sounds of other females. I’d been married to a man once, but these days, most of my masturbatory fantasies seemed to involve other women.

But the image of my ten-year-old daughter smelling my soiled panties wouldn’t go away, so I let it back in, along with the recent memory of Freya and Millie rubbing their pussies together in the poppy field. I pulled my linen trousers off and spread my legs wide, plunging two fingers inside myself, then scissoring them in and out.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned and lifted my t-shirt up to smear pussy juice across my nipples. Fuck, that wonderful smell. My fingers found my cunt again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations radiating through my body while a gentle breeze blew across my skin from the open window.

Did Freya finger herself too as she sniffed my panties?

“Fuck…”

Did you hump your pillow while you enjoyed Mummy’s dirty knickers, sweetie?

“Gonna… come.”

Did you rub yourself against your little sister as you breathed in Mummy’s aroma?

“Oh, sweetie… that’s so dirty…”

I erupted into orgasm, eyes tight shut, hands clamped against my cunt as little convulsions racked my body. I hadn’t come this hard in a while. “Christ…” I groaned, surrendering to the ecstasy that washed over me.

“Mummy, we saw the lady in the tree!” Millie squealed as she came bounding into my bedroom with Freya and the puppy.

“Shit!” I hissed, snapping my legs together and frantically trying to cover myself with a pillow. “Lady? In a tree? Er… well, that sounds nice! Who wants ice cream?”

Oh, dear…

On to Chapter Two!

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

Sister Katherine was right. I had changed inside. I couldn’t think about anything but my pussy. All day long, I’d squeeze my legs together under my desk, waiting for classes to be over so Sister and I could be alone, and she’d finger me or eat me, and I’d show her how I loved to come.

One day it got so bad, I swear, the buzzer went off at three o’clock and I came in my panties, like one of those dogs that drools when it hears a bell.

The sex runs together in my mind now, but I remember being bent over Sister’s desk, naked, of course, with my arms tucked under my tits and my legs spread, and her on the floor behind me, fully clothed, shoving her tongue up my ass.

Sister Katherine loved my ass. And why not? It was the only part of me that was at all round. Sister called it a miracle. She’d pat it and squeeze it and hold it in her hands. Her idea of heaven, she said once, would be to worship my body forever.

I hadn’t felt so loved since I was a little girl and I’d sit on my mom’s lap after my bath, wrapped in a towel.

Those feelings went away at Christmas. So did Sister Katherine.

It was the last day before vacation, and Sister and I hadn’t been together since before exam week. She kept putting me off. She had our papers to grade, she said, and faculty meetings and “other things to take care of” before school closed until New Year’s. I hoped she was teasing, making me wait for the last big orgasm that would carry me through the holidays.

We were dismissed at lunch time. The other kids were eager to make their escape, but when my line was called, I just sat there, waiting for the room to empty out. Sister saw me and shook her head. I made a pleading face. She made a sterner one. But I stayed put until she got up and came over. Everyone else was tramping out, so nobody paid attention when she leaned in close and said, “We can’t.”

“Please?”

“I’ve still got all your grades to do, and a big dinner at the convent. When you come back. I promise. Now go. Offer it up for the souls in Purgatory.”

So I offered it up. Running to catch my line, I wondered how many suffering souls would be go to heaven that day because I couldn’t get my pussy licked, and if they’d all be sent back after I played with myself at home.

I was two blocks from school when I decided I’d never make it. But it was too cold to hide behind a bush or a store. I thought of walking home with my hand down my panties, but then somebody might see. There had to be another way, someplace warm I could do it and not get caught.

The other kids were going their separate ways, talking all kinds of baby stuff about presents and trips. Nobody noticed when I turned around and headed back.

Sister had said no, and nothing I could say would change her mind. I could beg, but begging would make me sound pathetic and desperate — which I was, really, but no way I was going to let her know it. As I went back in the rear door of the school, sidling past the last file of kids on their way out, I turned the problem over in my mind. The moment called for action — something big that would bring Sister Katherine to her knees — and I had no idea what it could be.

Sister Rose was just closing the door to her office when I came in from the east stairs.

“Shouldn’t you be on your way home?” she asked.

“I forgot something. Is Sister Katherine still here?”

“I didn’t see her leave. You can check your classroom. Is everything all right? You look pale.”

“I’m fine, Sister.”

“Well, then, have a blessed Christmas.”

“Thank you, Sister. The same to you.”

She passed me, pushed open the fire door to the stairs, and disappeared. Poor thing: she was such a nice woman, for a principal, but she was clueless. I had to smile at the thought that I knew so much more about some things than she did, even if I was only twelve.

I went around the corner and down the main hallway, which was empty and dark.  All the classroom doors were shut. I was still wondering what I could do or say when I walked in on Sister Katherine, if she was even still there. It was getting harder to walk, and harder to breathe. My bookbag felt heavy, tugging painfully at my shoulder, the plastic handle biting my fingers. What was I afraid of? She wasn’t going to hurt me. The most she would do would be turn me around and nudge me back out the door.

But that was bad enough.

I was shaking by the time I peeked through the window in the classroom door. A Christmas wreath was hung on the inside, and I saw Sister’s face, like a cameo, ringed with plastic holly leaves and red buds. She wasn’t looking at her desk. Her eyes were raised, as if something at the far end of the room was distracting her. She half smiled, and then her lips moved. I thought maybe she was praying.

So now what? For a moment I actually thought about knocking, and I darned myself for being so timid.

I should just walk in naked, I thought.

And then I thought, I should just walk in naked.

It was as if the dove had descended from heaven.

Learn to play, Sister had told me. The danger is what makes it fun.

I stood my bookbag beside the wall and folded my coat on top of it. That was my last concession to prissy schoolgirl neatness. The spirit was in me. It was the spirit that raised up my clothes and carried them off in every direction. They flew from my body, and where they went was no longer any concern of mine.

I was shaking again, but not out of fear. Stripping made me giddy. I practically danced, twirling and holding my arms high as I tossed away each layer of that oppressive uniform. If I hadn’t been so determined to throw myself at Sister Katherine, I could have run from one end of the school to the other, upstairs and down, naked and free and radiant as an angel.

Someday soon, I told myself, I was going to do it.

On the other side of the glass, Sister went on praying. It had been a long time: was she saying the Rosary or something? I took hold of the cold brass doorknob. She didn’t look over. I turned it. She still didn’t move. Quietly, I pulled the door open a crack and spun through, backing into the room. The first thing Sister Katherine saw, as I pulled the door shut, was the curvy ass she couldn’t keep her hands off of.

I had never loved my body as much as I did at that moment.

“Surprise,” I said, softly, turning to face her.

But Sister didn’t look surprised, or excited, or anything else I’d expected. Her expression was blank, with her lips half-open, as though she was trying to figure out what was happening.

The naked girl standing in the center aisle looked at me the same way.

Her name was Donna. She sat two rows away from me, though I hardly knew her. She was one of those girls who’d developed early. She was shorter than me, but she had actual tits and a bigger butt. Her hair was fox-red, and she had a narrow strip of fuzz between her legs.

She also had a hand on her pussy, and she kept it moving even after she saw me. She’d been giving Sister Kat a show, and I guess she was too far gone to stop just because another naked girl had entered the room. Or maybe the sight of me was what put her over the top. I don’t know, but I recognized the fish-face she was making. It was the same one I made when I played with myself in front of my bedroom mirror, except her face got a lot redder than mine. The only other difference between us was that her boobs were big enough to jiggle when she came.

I would have liked to watch them jiggle, if I hadn’t been suddenly blinded by a burst of salt water.

“Hey,” Sister said. “Don’t.”

Her chair scraped the floor. Then her arms were around me. All I saw was a white blur. I was crying into Sister’s bib. Her habit always smelled clean, like linen that’s just been ironed. It had always been a comforting smell — until now.

“Don’t cry,” she said. “It’s all right. It’s better you know. We can all be friends.”

I let her soft hands slide down my back. I let them cup my ass. But when she tried to stick her fingers in my cunt, I went tight all over.

“No!” I said, wriggling away. She took hold of my shoulders, but I pushed back, forcing a space between us.

If I’d been older, I would have called her a lying bitch and told her she could have her red-headed slut, if that’s what she wanted. But I was twelve. All I could do was wail. Wail and hit. A minute ago, I had wanted to hold Sister’s Katherine’s breasts in my hands. Now all I wanted was to pound them into mush.

“Stop it,” she said. “Stop it! Ow! You little bitch, don’t you ever do that again.”

My face stung, and before I could touch it, and she was holding me by the wrists, shaking me.

“Donna,” she said. “Help me. Hold her down.”

She was talking about me like I was some kind of animal. Which at that moment, I was. I broke free of Sister’s grip and spun around, bolting for the door — and my clothes — but the red-headed girl was already blocking my way. I smacked into her. She threw her arms around me like a wrestler.

I felt every inch of her against me, from her shoulders to her knees, her fat boobies squashed under mine. Between the full-body press and my rage, I couldn’t tell if I was pissed off or turned on.

Donna and I were nose to nose. I was looking down at her, into her green eyes. And then suddenly, wildly, I stumbled ahead, flattening her against the door and stuffing my tongue into her mouth. She didn’t try to stop me.

I honestly thought this would teach Sister a lesson. If she could use Donna to hurt me, I could do the same to her. But Sister didn’t care enough to be hurt.

“That’s my girls,” she said, behind me. “See? We can all play nice.”

Her breath slithered around my ear. Her habit pressed softly against my back. Somebody’s fingers went into my cunt. I never found out whose, but the release, when it came, was torrential.

My body seized up, my head went back, and I made my crazy fish-face toward the ceiling.

“It’s all right,” Sister Katherine said. “She’ll behave herself now.”

Donna relaxed her arms, and I sank to the floor, sliding down her body. My lips grazed her boobs, her stomach, her fox-red fuzz. My hands trailed over her butt and down her legs. The fingers slipped out of my pussy, and there I was, sprawled on my ass, too shaken to move.

“And it turned out to be a wonderful Christmas after all,” Sister said.

I couldn’t help laughing. I’d been humiliated — lied to, cheated on, and slapped — but I’d never come so hard.

I looked up at the undersides of Donna’s pink-on-white tits, and the dark red seam between her legs. She caught me staring, and suddenly it made her self-conscious. After everything we’d done, she tried to cover up.

“Donna is horny as the devil, but she’s still shy,” Sister said. “She doesn’t have your sense of adventure. I was hoping to bring her out of her shell before the three of us got together, but I’m glad you’re here. You can help.”

That annoyed me. I hadn’t stripped down just to help Sister Katherine break in another girlfriend.

“I don’t want to,” I said, as little-girl whiny as I could manage.

“Oh, come on,” Sister said. “I saw the way you were looking at that cute red pussy. Are you telling me you don’t want a taste of that?”

“Hm,” I said.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Donna, unzip me.”

I had to wonder what was going on inside that red-haired skull. Donna hadn’t said a word since I’d come through the door. But she’d fingered herself in front of me, and she’d let me kiss her, and now she obediently followed Sister’s command. Was she really as horny as the devil, as Sister said, or just too scared to resist?

Her pussy smelled like strawberries. I meant to ask her what kind of bath soap she used. Licking her down there was like licking an ice cream cone — smooth and pink and creamy — with just a touch of roughness from her sparse hair, like a sprinkle of jimmies. On Sister’s orders, she lay on the floor, and I crawled between her legs, lapping at her slowly, one long tongue stroke after another.

Sister Katherine, naked now, rolled me over halfway and pushed her face into my pussy. She sucked my clitty in the most heavenly way — so lightly I would hardly have known she was there, if it hadn’t been for the waves of pleasure that were twisting me inside out.

Then, without taking her mouth off my cunt for a second, she screwed herself around and planted her bush in front of Donna’s mouth.

Donna took the hint, raising her head and sticking out her tongue, and the three of us were where Sister Katherine wanted us to be: balled up in an oral knot, me eating Donna, Donna eating Sister, Sister eating me. We were like the three ages of women: the bald pussy, the fuzzy pussy, and the hairy pussy. The Holy Trinity of Cunt-Licking.

It would have been a miracle if we all came together. Well, I can promise you, miracles do happen. We could feel each other’s rhythms, the force that flowed in a circle through our mouths to our bodies. Sister thrashed my clitty with her tongue. I did the same to Donna. I don’t know what Donna was doing, but in a it wasn’t long before Sister’s muffled squeals were buzzing all through me.

My climax took me by surprise: I felt it starting, but I thought it was still a ways off, until suddenly my baby cunt was ringing like a church bell. Donna whimpered into Sister’s pussy, and I knew her moment had arrived, too. Sister Katherine, in turn, heaved a huge sigh and went limp.

We were so happy with each other, and with the sexual power that seemed to come from outside ourselves, filling us like grace, that we never noticed Sister Rose Frances had been standing there the whole time.

“So,” she said, “this is why you’ve been staying late.”

The Holy Trinity broke up fast. Donna’s knee bashed me in the face as she scrambled for her clothes. Sister fought her way out from my legs and grabbed her habit. All I found was Donna’s panties, which didn’t cover much.

“Stop, all of you,” Sister Rose said. “Don’t even bother. You can’t hide from Almighty God.”

Nobody was trying to hide from God. The real threat was Sister Rose Francis. She was standing between us and the door, her lips tight, her eyes narrow, and from where I was sitting, gaping up at her, the Christmas wreath circled her head like a ragged halo. I couldn’t have been more terrified if she had sprouted wings and waved a flaming sword.

Sister Katherine knelt before her, bowing her head and clutching her habit to her boobs. In an instant, she had been reduced from a dictator to a penitent little girl. She even blessed herself before she dared to open her mouth.

“Please, Sister,” she said. “Forgive them. They’re innocent.”

“Forgive them?” Sister Rose said. “If I were you, I would be worried about my own soul. When you were transferred here, you swore to me this would not be a problem.”

“I tried, Sister. I truly did, but —”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Sister Rose said. “Get down to my office as fast as your legs will carry you. — No, leave your habit. You don’t deserve to wear it. Wear your shame instead.”

Sister Katherine — just Katherine now, I guess — stood up, dropping her few scraps of clothing, and went naked to the door.

“Say goodbye to her, children,” Sister Rose said. “You are never going to see her again.”

But we were too stunned to speak. My last memory of Sister Katherine George is the sight of her opal-shaped buttocks fading into the darkened hall.

“I’ll deal with her later,” Sister Rose said. “The two of you — on your feet.”

We did as we were told, and she looked us over, head to foot, but taking her time in the middle. A few minutes ago, I was dying to show off my body, and now I wanted to crawl into a hole. It depends entirely on the attitude of the person looking at you, I suppose, and Sister Rose did not look happy with what she saw.

I folded my hands discreetly in front of my slit. My little titties weren’t worth the trouble it would take to conceal them. Donna had more to be embarrassed about. She laid one hand on her crotch and grabbed at her boobs with the other.

“Don’t pretend to be modest now,” Sister Rose said. “Arms at your sides.”

Again, we did as we were told.

“Which one of you left her clothes all over the floor outside?” Sister Rose demanded.

Donna, who still had never spoken, gave me away by glancing in my direction.

“You?” Sister Rose said to me.

“Yes, Sister.”

“What are they doing out there?”

“I took them off.”

“I can see that. Why did you take them off?”

“I wanted to surprise Sister Katherine.”

“Surprise her? By waltzing in here naked?”

“Yes, Sister.”

“Well, aren’t you the shameless little whore,” she said.

That seemed to be the common opinion among the faculty.

Sister Rose carried on her inspection, walking around us. I was sure I could feel her eyes on my bare behind. Then I felt the tips of her fingers, for real, run down my spine, soft as fog. They gave me chills all over.

“I’ll say one thing for Sister Katherine,” she said at last. “She has excellent taste in playmates. You’re both lovely, in your own way. I think we’re all going to be very good friends.”

The End

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by Joe Dornish

I’d been making a lot of extra effort with my little sister Lilly, just being super nice and spending more time with her than I used to. It wasn’t just that I just wanted to have sex with her; I felt guilty that Mum and I were making love on a regular basis without Lilly being part of it. It felt wrong, keeping such a big secret from my sister.

One afternoon, though, I had a breakthrough. We were playing with her dolls, and she had two of them kiss each other — both girl dolls, I was interested to see. Looking up, she said to me, “Have you ever kissed anyone, Poppy? Like, y’know, proper grown-up kissing?”

“Uh-huh.”

“With a girl, right? Sure, ‘cos you’re gay. So, um… what’s it like?”

My heart was pounding like crazy, but I managed to appear calm. “Really good. Seriously, it’s the best. Would you… would you like to try it now?”

Lilly’s eyes widened. “With you?”

“Yeah, with me. Just so you’ll know what it’s like.”

“Um… okay.”

Dropping her doll, Lilly just sat there with her eyes closed, waiting for me. Bless her. I leaned in and gave her a feather-light peck, and she giggled. Then I kissed her more firmly, letting it linger a bit.

Finally, we drifted apart. “That was soooo cool,” she whispered, grinning foolishly.

“Shall we do it again? Only this time, we use our tongues? That’s a real grown-up kiss.”

“Okay,” she said, then leaned into me.

Our lips met, and a moment later I slipped the tip of my tongue into her mouth, quickly finding hers. Lilly wasn’t shy, but not too eager either. In fact, she was a natural at this, her arms winding around me as she kissed me back.

We French kissed for quite a while. Lilly’s lips were soft and dreamy, and she felt so good in my arms. I could have done this with her all day long.

When we parted, I had to ask, “Lilly, are you sure you’ve never kissed anyone else before? You’re awfully good at this.”

“Um… promise not to tell Mummy?”

“I promise,” I said, crossing my heart.

“I kissed Evie. We… we used our tongues, too.” Lilly was blushing, unable to meet my gaze as she spoke.

That surprised me. Evie? Mum had admitted to having a huge crush on Nicole’s eight-year-old daughter… and Lilly had already made out with her!

“I need to tell you something else,” Lilly said. “It’s a secret, too.”

There was more? “Well, sure.”

“I, um… I like girls. Really like them, the same as you.”

“No kidding! How’d you find out?”

She shrugged. “I started thinking about it after you and Mum said you were gay. After me and Evie kissed, I was sure.”

By then, my excitement practically had me bouncing up and down. “Hey, that’s great! But why do you want to keep it a secret?”

“Oh… Mum’s always telling me, ‘You’re too young for this, you’re too young for that…’ so I figured for sure she’d say I wasn’t old enough to — to fool around with other girls.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hell’s bells, Lilly… just because she won’t let you get your belly button pierced, it doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to kiss Evie!”

“She won’t let me have a skateboard, either,” my sister pouted.

Taking both Lilly’s hands in mine, I said, “Listen, sis. I swear to you, Mum won’t have any kind of problem with you being a lesbian. Trust me on this, she’s cooler than you know.”

“Okay, if you say so.” She gave me a bashful smile. “Now, can we kiss some more? I think I need the practice.”

So adorable. “Sure we can, but you don’t need the practice. Let’s just kiss because we want to, okay?”

“Sure,” she said, all smiles.

Seconds later, Lilly’s arms were wrapped around me and her tongue was in my mouth. We were kissing like lovers, with a fervor that stole my breath away. I slumped back, taking her along, and then my sister was lying on top of me.

I wanted so badly to slip my hands under her t-shirt, or reach down to unfasten her pants. Was her pussy wet? What did she taste like? I was dying to find out!

But I remembered what Mum told me: It has to be Lilly’s choice. Don’t pressure her. So I stuck to kisses and hugs.

This time when we broke apart, Lilly looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers and whispered, “I love you, Poppy.”

That floored me. I knew that my sister felt that way, but I couldn’t remember her ever saying the words out loud. All I could do was lose myself in her adoring gaze and say, “I love you too, Lilly.”

My head was spinning, and I had no idea what would happen next. What actually did happen was that Mum entered the house and called out, “Girls?”

The moment lost, we quickly got up, straightened our clothing, and raced downstairs to greet our mother.

Later that evening, I told Mum about Lilly being gay. As I expected, she was enormously pleased. “You know, I suspected something was going on between Lilly and Evie, but I finally decided that… well, maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see.”

“I think Lilly is ready for more,” I said.

“So do I… and we’re going to do our best to make that happen.”

***

The following day, Lilly and I went straight up to her room when we got home from school, laid down together on the bed, and did a lot more kissing.

After a few minutes, I asked her, “When we kiss, does it make your kitty get wet and tingly? That’s what happens to me.”

“Yeah, me too!” Lilly replied, grinning.

“Have you ever masturbated?”

She shook her head, “I’ve heard that word, but I’m not sure what it means.”

“It’s when you rub your clitoris to give yourself an orgasm,” I said, feeling fairly certain that Lilly wouldn’t understand that, either. In fact, my scheme hinged on it.

Sure enough, my sister looked at me like I’d just spoken Japanese, “Rub my what for a what?”

“Rub your… oh, I’m sorry, Lilly. I’m not very good at explaining. Mummy did a better job when she taught me how to do it.”

Lilly was starting to get frustrated. “Taught you? What are you talking about?”

“She showed me how to rub my kitty in a special way, so it feels super good. That’s what masturbating is.”

“Wait — Mummy showed you how to touch your kitty?” Lilly’s eyes were huge.

“Uh-huh,” I said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Huh. When did this happen?”

“Oh, ages ago, like last month or something. Hey, I’ve got a great idea! Let’s get Mum to show you how to masturbate, just like she did with me!”

My sister gave me a very stern look. “Poppy… are you making some kind of joke?”

I quieted her with a tender kiss, then said, “Lilly, I’ll never joke with you about kissing and sex and stuff. I promise.”

She slowly nodded, taking in the suggestion I’d just made. “So… it feels good? Masturbating?”

“Trust me — once you’ve tried it, you’ll want to do it all the time!”

“Okay then, let’s ask Mum,” Lilly said.

Mum had been waiting for my signal, so when I called out for her, she came into Lilly’s room right away.

“Did you want me, sweetie?” Mum said. She’d changed into a snugly fitting top and a pair of shorts that really showed her legs off.

“Mum, I was talking to Lilly about masturbation. She’s never done it before. Can you teach her how, the way you showed me?”

“Of course I can if it’s what she wants. Is that something you’d like to try, Lilly?”

Suddenly bashful, Lilly nodded. “Could I, please? It sounds like fun.”

“Oh, it’s a lot of fun. Look, why don’t we move this to my room? Lilly, your sister, and I can show you how we touch ourselves, then you can try it.”

“Ooooh, right now? Sure!”

Taking Lilly’s hand, then mine, Mum led us both into her room, then said, “Okay, we’ll need to strip off naked, so we can see properly.”

Without a word, the three of us took our clothes off and sat on the bed. For the first time since she was a toddler, I got to see Lilly naked, which was awesome. At the time she was only seven, flat-chested of course, with a pert little bum and a perfectly smooth slit. I hadn’t even touched myself, and my pussy was already wet from the sight of my baby sister.

Meanwhile, with two nude females to observe, Lilly looked from Mum to me, then back again, checking us both out with enormous interest. She couldn’t stop grinning, her excitement plain to see.

“That’s right, girls… let’s have a good look at each other,” Mum said. “We’re all the same, yet each unique in our own way.” She sat back and opened her legs, so Lilly and I did the same.

Our mother then gave us an anatomy lesson, pointing to the various parts of her vagina and asked us to find and identify them on ourselves. When we got to the clitoris, Lilly pulled her lips apart and bent over to see, frowning in concentration. Pointing between her legs, she said, “Is this my clit, Mummy?”

“It looks like it, sweetie. Here, try rubbing it like this.” Mum began to demonstrate, openly masturbating for us to see.

I angled myself to get a better view between Lilly’s legs, then started teasing my clit as well.

Mum nodded her approval when she saw me. “See, your sister is doing it, Lilly… now you try!”

“Um, okay.” Taking a deep breath, Lilly spread her legs even further apart, paused to watch what Mum and I were doing, then hesitantly began to touch herself. Within a few seconds, she gasped. “Oh… oh, yeah… Ohhhhh!”

“Are you feeling it?” I asked.

“Mmmmm yeah,” she moaned. “Wow… how come I never knew about this before?”

It was the most amazing sight, watching my seven-year-old sister experience sexual pleasure for the first time. She was so cute, yet incredibly sexy. I ached to kneel before Lilly, bury my face between those thin, lovely legs and taste her pussy. I bet this is how Mum feels when she looks at me, I told myself.

Mum had stopped rubbing her clit, probably because she didn’t want to come just yet. I stopped too, just edging myself while watching Lily get more and more worked up.

“Does that feel good, honey?” Mum asked Lilly.

“Yeah, really good,” Lilly panted. “I — I think I f-found my clit!”

“Hee hee, I think you did, too. You’re still very young, so it might not happen… but keep rubbing it like that, and you could have an orgasm. ”

Lilly’s eyes snapped open, and she paused in her fingering. “Mummy, what is an orgasm? Poppy said that word before, but I don’t know what it means.”

Mum laughed. “How could I have left that out? It’s the most important part!” She put a hand on Lilly’s knee. “Sweetheart, an orgasm is this wonderful feeling that a lover can give you when you have sex… but it’s also something very nice you can do for yourself. That’s the reason for masturbating, you know — to have orgasms.” Mum turned to me. “Poppy, why don’t you try to give yourself one, so Lilly can see what it’s like.”

“Sure, Mum. I’m pretty worked up right now, so I’ll probably come right away!”

Lilly frowned. “Come…?”

“It’s another word for orgasm, sweetie.”

“Oh, okay.”

I laid back, resting my head on the pillow. Keeping my eyes on Lilly, I spread my legs and pulled my knees up high so she had a really good view. Then I slowly ran two fingers up and down my slit, repeating that a few times.

In a whispered tone, Mum said, “See how Poppy starts? Slowly and gently, that’s the best way.”

I slipped my middle finger inside myself all the way up to the knuckle, then pushed it in and out a few times. Lilli gasped, slipping a hand between her legs as she stared at my pussy.

Mum was masturbating again, too. “That’s it, sweetie — if it feels good, then go ahead and touch yourself while we watch Poppy. We’ll do it together.”

Lilly was really going at it now, rubbing herself for all she was worth. I watched her closely, fucking myself hard and deep with the fingers of one hand, thumbing my clitoris with the other. A minute or so later I was coming. Letting go completely, I cried, “Fuck, that feels good!” and kept going.

If I’d been alone, I would have stopped after one orgasm and relaxed. But it felt so wicked and exciting, masturbating with Mum and Lily, my pussy on full display for them to see. It made me want to carry on. I was making a puddle on Mum’s bed, my fingers were dripping, it was getting harder to breathe, my head was blurry and heavy and I was bathed from head to toe in sweat — but watching my little sister rub her pussy got me so fired up that I managed to make myself come for the second time in five minutes. I’d never had two orgasms so close together before, and this one was so intense that I blacked out.

I suppose that it only lasted for a few seconds, because the first thing I heard was, “Is Poppy okay, Mummy?”

“Yes, sweetie. She just had an orgasm. A big one, by the looks of it.”

I opened my eyes to see Lilly looking down at me. “That was great,” I said. “God, I was so turned on!”

“It sure looked good,” Lilly said. “What was it that turned you on so much?”

“Well, it was really hot to masturbate with you and Mum… and seeing you naked, that’s what got me more excited than anything else.”

That surprised her. “Me?” she said. “Why me? I’m just a kid… I don’t have anything to see!”

Something told me that if I handled this right, I’d be halfway to making love with my little sister. I gave her the warmest, most adoring look and said, “Don’t even think that, Lilly. You’re a beautiful girl. Sexy, even.”

She’s right, sweetheart,” Mum chimed in. “Oh, you’ll be an absolute knockout when you reach those teen years, but you’re absolutely exquisite as you are.”

Lilly still seemed a bit confused but grateful for the praise. “If you guys say so,” she said, not quite hiding a smile.

While we were talking, I began to caress myself again. Lilly was stealing quick glances at my pussy. “It’s okay — I don’t mind if you watch,” I said. She blushed, but didn’t look away.

Feeling a powerful urge to take things even further, I slipped a finger into my vagina, rolling it around in circles. Once it was coated with my fluids, I brought that finger up to my lips and sucked it clean.

“Mmm, that’s yummy,” I said, still looking at Lilly.

She absently moistened her lips. “Um… what’s it taste like?”

I pushed the finger back inside myself for a few strokes, then held it out to Lilly, “Try it for yourself.”

Lilly looked at Mum, who smiled and nodded. Reassured, Lilly leaned forward, took my finger into the warmth of her mouth. I felt her tongue circling it. Sitting back, she paused to savor the taste, then smiled. “It’s… it’s nice! I’m not sure how to describe the flavour, but I like it.”

“You still haven’t had an orgasm yet, right?” I asked Lilly. She shook her head. “Why don’t you have a go at it? See if you can come this time.”

“Okay,” she cheerfully said.

I moved to kneel to my sister’s left, Mum positioning herself on the right. I caught Mum’s eye and she winked at me, nibbling at her bottom lip. She was clearly desperate to come but holding back, letting Lilly touch herself first.

We were both studying Lilly’s slim, childish figure, her pale skin, the tiny pink nipples on her flat chest and that gorgeous puffy slit. Mum must have read my mind when she said, “My baby girl, I can’t find the words to tell you… to make you understand how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, Mummy,” Lilly whispered, her eyes shining with love. “Thank you.” A pause for breath. “Um, I’m gonna start now…”

She closed her eyes, shifted around a bit, then opened her legs. Propping myself against the headboard, I lightly caressed my own folds. I was still tingly and sensitive down there, and didn’t need much attention. As for Mum, she was fucking herself hard with two fingers as Lilly began to masturbate. Her first caresses were gentle, just as Mum had recommended.

“Ahhh,” murmured Lilly, instinctively raising her knees, bringing them toward her chest. Now I could see the pucker of her anus, and I found myself wanting to lick her there, too.

My sister was using two fingers to rub herself, just as I’d done, working her clit faster and harder as she went. Her face was flushed with exertion, and her movements were starting to shake the bed.

“That’s so hot!” Mum panted, “So f-fucking hot…” Her eyes squeezed shut, and a choked cry escaped her lips as she came.

Lilly kept rubbing for a while, clearly enjoying it, but there was no orgasm. Finally, she slowed down, then stopped. When she opened her eyes Mum, who had recovered by then, said, “Did that feel good, sweetie?”

“Yeah, it was nice. Um… I’m not sure if I had an orgasm, though. I don’t think I did.”

“Oh, there’s no rush, Lilly. You may be a little too young to come just yet. Don’t worry, though — if you keep trying, it’ll happen. And believe you me, you’ll know when it does.” Getting to her feet, Mum stretched, then reached for her clothes. “Well, I need to get dinner started. You girls can hang out in here if you like. I’ll call you when it’s time to eat.”

When Mum left, I turned to Lilly. “Hey, wanna do some kissing?”

Needless to say, she was all for that! She crawled into my arms, and we shared kisses and cuddles. It was even better than the first time, because we were both naked. Lilly was lying on her back with me on my side next to her. Our tongues were playing a flirting game, and I was stroking her chest and tummy with my left hand, getting closer and closer to her pussy.

When I got to where the waistline of her knickers would have been, I stopped. “Lilly… is it okay if I touch your pussy?”

She thought about it, then nodded. “It’s fine with me… but would Mummy mind?”

“Mum will be okay with it, trust me. There’s other fun stuff we can do, too.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Lilly’s eyes got huge and she took in a deep, trembling breath when my finger parted her lips, briefly teasing her clit. My mouth claimed hers, and we shared a passionate kiss as I explored the velvety smoothness of my little sister’s pussy. When I brushed her clit once more, she shivered — and that was when I felt certain that I could make Lilly come. I rubbed her clit slowly and continuously, falling into a gentle rhythm. When she began to move her body to my caresses, I picked up the pace and was rewarded with whimpers and moans.

Lilly was losing herself to the moment’s pleasure — at that point, she probably had no idea what year it was. My wrist was starting to ache, but she was so close I couldn’t stop. Sure enough, a minute or so later my sister screamed and went rigid, her body arching up from the bed as her first-ever orgasm took hold.

Detecting motion to my right, I looked over at the doorway. Mum was there, watching us. She gave me a huge smile, then quietly crept into the room until she was standing next to the bed, gazing down at my sister.

Soon Lilly was sprawled limply on the bed, utterly spent. I withdrew my hand and massaged the wrist, trying to work out the soreness.

Lilly’s eyes fluttered open, then she smiled to see Mum seated on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. “When did you come back, Mummy?” she asked, still slightly dazed.

“A little while ago. I thought you might be able to relax a bit better if it was just you and your sister.” She gave a happy sigh. “So you finally got to come. How did it feel, baby girl?”

“Oh my God, like, just…wow. Poppy is really good at this.”

“I know,” said Mum, giving my sister a wink.

We waited for her to process this, then a shocked Lilly said, “Poppy, she — she does that to you, too?”

“That’s right, sweetie… and lots more.”

I was surprised to hear Mum admit that she and I were having sex. Was Lilly ready to know about that? I wasn’t sure. Still, the cat was now out of the bag, so when Lilly turned to look at me, I nodded, confirming what Mum said.

“You guys do… other stuff? Like what?” she asked with a puzzled look.

Mum was about to answer, but I broke in first. “Uh, Mum? Y’know, it was really nice, you and me having our first time alone. So, erm, after dinner, why don’t you do that for Lilly? Take her up to your room and show her all the things you showed me, just the two of you. I bet she’d love it.”

“I —  I bet I would, too! Can we, Mummy, pretty please?” exclaimed Lilly. Okay, she didn’t really know what we were talking about… but how could she not love being touched and licked by our mother?

Mum leaned in and kissed me with her tongue, right in front of Lilly. “Poppy, you are so sweet! Goodness, what an unselfish thing to think of. Are you sure you don’t mind not being there with us?”

Honestly, I did want to be part of my sister’s first full-on lesbian experience… but I also knew that my instinct was correct, that Lilly should have Mum to herself this time. “No, it’s okay — it should be just the two of you, like it was for me.”

“Okay, then,” Mum said.

“On the other hand…” I added, “maybe when you and Lilly are finished…”

“…then you can come in and join us, that’s an excellent idea!” Mum said, picking up where I left off. “How about it, Lilly — are you ready to learn more, do you think?”

“Yes! Learn more about what, though? But yeah, sure, I’m ready, whatever it is,” Lilly had turned into a cute naked pixie, bubbling over with excitement. If she knew how good this was gonna be, she’d be ten times as thrilled, I told myself.

Mum laughed, then said, “Poppy is suggesting I show you how to have sex, the same way I showed her.”

“You… taught her how to have sex? You mean, like grownups do?”

“I did, sweetheart..”

My sister sat up and stared at me, her mouth hanging open. I told her, “It’s fun, Lilly. Trust me, you’ll love it! I sure did.”

“Well, um… what sort of stuff is it that you do? All I know about is kissing.”

I wanted to answer but looked to Mum first. “Go ahead, you can tell her,” she replied, smiling at me.

“You can do what you want, but you definitely don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” I rolled my eyes. “Mum will tell you that, like, a million times. Anyways, we did pretty much everything lesbians do. Let’s see… I sucked Mum’s nipples and she sucked mine, we licked each others’ pussies, we rubbed our pussies together — that’s called tribbing, by the way. We did all sorts of stuff. All I’ll say is this: if you’re ready, then you’ll love it.”

Lilly was grinning hugely, so excited that she was nearly bouncing in place. “I’m ready. I want to do it!” she announced.

***

After taking a shower, I put on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, then went into my sister’s room. She was naked, having just got out of the shower herself. I helped dry her hair, then tied it into a French plait for her.

We looked through her underwear drawer, then decided she should wear her favourite pink knickers, the ones with light blue stars on the front and a little bit of lace around the waist. They were cute, but also hugged her pussy so tightly you could see the outline of her slit. I knew Mum would like that as much as I did. Next, we chose a pretty white dress with shoulder straps that came down to her knees. She wore white ankle socks and a pair of flat white shoes. I ran into Mum’s room, got some perfume, and sprayed a little on Lilly’s neck.

Standing before the mirror, I wrapped both arms around Lilly. “There you go,” I told her. “You look good enough to eat.”

“I’ve got a funny feeling in my tummy,” she admitted.

“Is it like when you’re about to go on holiday or something?”

“Yeah, just like that.”

“I felt the same when it was my first time. It’s only Mum, there’s no need to worry.”

“I’m not worried. Well, maybe a little nervous.”

I kissed her. “You’ll be fine.”

Then Mum called us down for dinner. She’d had a shower too, and was now wearing a beautiful blue dress. It had a scooped neck and was quite short, showing her legs off wonderfully. Her hair was down and she’d put a bit of makeup on. She’d even worn high heels. Lilly was taken aback at the effort Mum had made for her.

“You look beautiful, Lilly,” Mum said.

“Thanks, Mummy. You look sexy!”

Mum blushed. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said, then kissed Lilly’s mouth, allowing it to linger.

I was already starting to regret saying that Lilly should be alone with Mum for her first time. God, I so wanted to be there! I knew it was the right thing to do, though, so I kept quiet.

After dinner, instead of going into the living room to watch TV, we sat around the table chatting, mainly about school. Around eight o’clock, Mum said, “How do you feel, Lilly?”

“Good, Mummy,” Her cheeks were a bewitching hue of pink. She knew it was time.

“Well, then, shall we go upstairs?”

Lilly nodded vigorously. “Yes, please.”

As they stood up, I said, “I think I’ll go and watch some TV, relax a bit.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Mum said. “I’ll come to get you later.” Blowing me a kiss, she took Lilly by the hand and led her upstairs.

My pussy got wet at the thought of what they would be getting up to, and I soon slipped a hand in my knickers. I masturbated thinking of Mum and Lilly, naked and fucking like lovers. I had a big orgasm, then drifted off to sleep.

***

I woke up about nine o’clock, and there was no sign of Mum or Lilly. I fetched a packet of chocolate biscuits from the kitchen, then sat down at the telly to wait. I don’t recall what I watched; my mind was elsewhere.

It was about a quarter to ten when Mum came downstairs and sat next to me. She was naked, her hair was tousled, her face flushed.

“How did it go?” I asked eagerly.

Mum gave a happy sigh. “Brilliantly. She’s a natural, just like you.”

“Oh, wow, that’s awesome!” I exclaimed. “Did she come?”

“Several times. She’s very keen to see you.”

“Really? Can I come upstairs, then?”

“She’s waiting for us. Let me get some water, and we’ll both go.”

I stripped as I walked, leaving a trail of clothes behind me on the way to Mum’s bedroom. The door was open, Lilly was on the bed, stretched out on her back, eyes closed as she toyed with her pussy. The room smelt of sex, and as I drew closer I could see my little sister’s pussy, glistening in the dim light.

Lilly opened her eyes and saw me. “I had sex with Mum!” she cried. “We — we fucked!”

“That’s awesome,” I said, climbing on the bed to lie beside Lilly.

Mum put a large tumbler of water on the bedside table, then laid down on my sister’s other side. She gave Lilly a kiss, then playfully tickled her.

“Did you know we can even swear when we’re having sex? We can say ‘fuck’ and even ‘cunt’ if we want to!”

“Yeah, I know. Mum’s the best.”

“It’s true — she’s the best mum ever!”

Mum made a face. “Aw, you two are going to make me cry if you carry on like that. “She hugged Lilly to her, then reached out to touch my cheek. Thank you, my precious girls. You’re everything a mother could wish for.”

Just then, I had a great idea. “Y’know what, Lilly? I bet Mum would love to watch us fuck.”

Her eyes immediately lit up. “Yeah… I bet she would!”

“You’ve got me there. I would definitely like to see that,” Mum said.

I got on top of Lilly and kissed her, exploring her little-girl mouth with my tongue, with Lilly giving every bit as good as she got. We kissed for ages, with Mum gently masturbating right next to us.

I was trying to rub my pussy against Lilly’s as we made out. It felt pretty good, but our angle was a bit awkward. Finally I broke our kiss. Her nose was touching mine when I whispered, “I want to lick your pussy, Lilly. Can I?”

“Yes, please! Then I’ll lick yours. Okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Mum sighed blissfully as she continued to finger herself. “Mummy’s little girls making love… so beautiful.”

I nuzzled my way down Lilly’s body, intoxicated by the scent of her, the softness of her skin. Soon my head was nestled between the pale thighs of my seven-year-old sister. I looked up at Mum and said, “I’m not gonna make love to your little girl… I’m gonna fuck her.” With that, I slowly licked Lilly’s pussy from bottom to top.

“Oh, shit, Poppy!” she gasped, then grabbed her legs just behind the knees and pulled them back, opening herself up to me. Tilting my head to one side, I traced the line of Lilly’s pretty pink slit with the tip of my tongue.

“That’s it, Poppy,” Mum said. “Fuck your little sister. Lick her cunt.”

I didn’t need any encouragement, but it really turned me on to hear Mum say rude things like that. I made a mental note to ask her to do it more often.

Lilly’s pussy was gorgeous, all puffy and pink from the attention it had received, and it tasted amazing. I could have spent the whole night with my face buried between her legs. I could hear Lilly’s breathing get deep and ragged, and she was clutching my head tightly, pressing my face into her sex. My sister was getting close to the edge, and I was almost ready to push her over.

There was something else I wanted to try first, though. The way Lilly had her legs drawn back, with both knees touching her chest, it exposed not only her cunt, but the cleft of her anus. I’d imagined myself licking my sister there earlier, and now I was going to do it for real.

Down I went, trailing my tongue through Lilly’s slit — only this time I kept going until I reached my goal, the wide-open crack of her arse. I bathed it with a long swipe of the tongue, and a startled Lilly cried, “Oh my God, Poppy — what are you d-doing?” But her shock disappeared right away, Lilly’s voice trailing off into a moan as I licked her hole.

“Yes, Poppy, yes!” Mum panted. “Rim your sister, lick her bum.”

So I did just that for a while, and Lilly certainly seemed to love it — but the way her body was twitching, I knew that she really, really needed to come, so I licked my way back up to her clit, which I took between my lips and sucked like a straw.

I could hear Mum’s voice, but it almost sounded like she was talking to herself, mumbling stuff like “…such a pretty little g-girl, her sweet, smooth cunt, yes… lick her, let her honey d-drip from your chin, so fucking delicious… oh, my sweet sexy children, Mummy’s little lovers…”

Suddenly Lilly was coming hard, right in my face. I was amazed at the intensity of her orgasm, and how much juice came out of her. I was practically drinking from my sister’s pussy! She was howling like a banshee, her legs clamped tightly around my shoulders as she clenched her fingers in my hair. It was difficult for me to breathe, but I didn’t even care. Lilly was so loud that I didn’t hear it happen, but Mum was coming at the same time.

I kept licking my sister, wondering if I could get her off again, but she pushed my face away, blurting, “Stop, p-please stop!”

I sat up, crawled over to an exhausted Mum and Lily and laid down between them. I was in the best mood imaginable, even if I did really need an orgasm of my own.

Once Lilly had returned to herself, she snuggled into me. “Bloody hell, Poppy… you’re really good at that!”

“Thanks. Your pussy tastes great… I could have stayed down there all night.”

“She is delicious, our Lilly,” said Mum. “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted a sweeter pussy.”

I didn’t know if Mum had told Lilly about Kiki and Henri or not, so I asked her, “Mum, have you said anything to Lilly about our special friends?”

“No, not yet. I was waiting for you. I did impress on Lilly how important it is that we keep our lovemaking a secret. Would you like to tell her?”

“Tell me what?” Lilly immediately asked. “Who are these special friends?”

“Well, you know that Mum and I have been having sex, right?”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

“Here’s the thing. It’s not just the two of us. There are two other people involved.”

“Who? Involved how? Tell me!”

“Hmmm… I’m not sure if you’re ready to know just yet. It’s an awfully big secret.”

Lilly’s eager expression quickly inverted into a scowl. “Mu-um! Poppy’s being mean!”

“Stop teasing your sister,” Mum told me, but with a tiny smile.

“Tell you what, sis. If you can give me an orgasm, then I’ll tell you everything.”

“Deal! Ha bloody ha! I was gonna make you come anyway!”

“Ha right back! I was gonna tell you anyway!”

We all fell about laughing until Lilly sat up and announced, “Right, I want to lick your pussy now.” And she plonked herself between my legs.

As frivolous as she was, my sister knew what she was doing when it came to oral sex. I guess Mum was right, that Lilly and I were born to be gay. Looking down and seeing her pretty mouth pressing into my pussy made my heart turn flips.

She was licking me beautifully, but I suddenly wanted her to go into my pussy. “Hey, Lilly… can you finger me?”

“Um, sure. Like this?” She slid a finger inside me.

“Oh yeah, just like that.”

Mum leaned in. “Lilly, sweetie — move your finger in and out like this, then lick her clit at the same time.”

When I looked over at Mum she had her legs spread and was fucking herself, showing my sister what she meant. That was enough for Lilly, who promptly fastened her lips to my clit, then began to drive her finger into my pussy again and again, thrusting in a hard, steady rhythm.

I felt the bed shift, and opened my eyes to see Mum kneeling next to me and masturbating yet again. She was close to coming, too, by the look of it.

“Mum… let me lick you.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice. Mum straddled my face, feeding me her pussy. She was facing Lilly, probably so she could take in the incredibly lewd sight of her seven-year-old daughter going down on me.

I fondled Mum’s full, lovely arse for a bit, then got an idea. Probing around blindly, I found her anus, teased it with a fingertip then slid it all the way inside with a single smooth stroke while I nursed at Mum’s clit. She came in my face, gasping and shouting, “Oh my God, yes — fuck me, finger my bum!”

Lilly must have been inspired by Mum’s ranting, because all of a sudden I felt her finger wriggling its way into my own bumhole. I wasn’t expecting it, and it made me jerk a bit. It didn’t hurt, though. In fact, it felt rather nice, and Lilly was having fun exploring me down there. So I was more than happy to let her do what she wanted, especially since she was still licking my clit.

Soon enough I had a wonderful orgasm, coming hard in my little sister’s face as she fingered my bum and I tongue-fucked my mother’s cunt.

I’d love to say that we carried our incestuous lesbian threesome into the early hours of the morning, but it was a school night and Lilly and I were both way past our bedtimes. Mum said that as a special treat, because it was the first time all three of us had sex together, we could sleep in her bed that one night.

We dozed off with Lilly and me on either side of Mum, all cuddled up naked. It might sound funny, but that was one of my favourite parts of the evening, our whole little family falling asleep together.

***

I was awakened by someone shoving me, exclaiming, “Wake up! You never told me, Poppy. WAKE UP!”

Mom’s voice, then, short and sharp: “Lilly! Leave your sister alone, let her sleep.”

I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. There were rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains here and there, but the room was still dimly lit.

“What time is it?” I asked, then yawned.

“Nearly time to get up for school,” Mum said, “but you’ve got a few minutes yet.”

That wasn’t about to silence Lilly. “Poppy, you never told me about your special friends, who they are… and Mummy won’t say. Please tell me.”

“Lilly, I love you, but let me get in a little more sleep here, okay? I’ll tell you at breakfast, I promise.”

“Fine,” she pouted, then settled down and nestled into me, with Mum lying behind her as the big spoon. We had ten more blissful minutes of lovely cuddling, then it was time to get up.

Once I was showered, dressed and ready for school I went down to breakfast, where an eager Lilly was waiting. I told her everything she needed to know, starting with the game of Monsters I played with Mum, the time I accidentally humped her leg. Then I talked about Kiki, how she and Mum showed me their pussies when I was under the kitchen table. Then there was Kiki’s daughter Henri, and the sex party the four of us had on the night when I made love to Mum for the first time. Finally, I told her that my best friend Mia and I had just become lovers, too.

Lilly was completely taken aback, but not enough to keep her from asking, “Can I have sex with Kiki and Henri too?”

“If you want to, I’m sure that they’d love it.”

I’ll phone Kiki and see if I can set something up,” Mum said. “Maybe tomorrow night.”

“Oh my God! I can’t wait!” Lilly cried, leaping to her feet and bouncing in place.

Incredible as that sounded, I found myself thinking, I wish we could do something sexy and exciting later tonight, instead of waiting for Saturday… but Mum had already made plans to go out with Nicole, Mia’s mother.

Okay, then, what is Mia up to tonight? Or Evie? Maybe they could come over…

“Hey, Mum,” I said, “since you and Nicole are going out tomorrow, could we have Mia and Evie spend the night here? Lottie, too, if she wants.” Lottie is Nicole’s oldest daughter. She’s fifteen, probably too old to feel like hanging around with a bunch of younger kids, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“I’m fine with that,” Mum told me. “You’ll need someone older to be here, though, if Lottie doesn’t want to come.”

Then I had an inspired notion: “What about Henri, Mum? She could watch us. I bet Lottie would want to come over if Henri is here!”

“You wicked thing,” Mum murmured, giving me a look of purest admiration. “I’m starting to wonder if I should cancel this date and stay home.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” I told her. “Go out with Nicole, then come back early. With her.”

“Yeah!” Lilly cheered, thrusting her fists heavenward. “Then we can all have a good time!”

Mum kissed me. “I’ve raised a genius.” She glanced up at the clock. “Oh, my. I’ve got to get dressed!” She hastened out of the kitchen, blowing us kisses along the way.

“If there are enough of us tonight, I know something fun that we can all do,” I told my sister. “I’ve made up a game we can play while Mum’s out.”

“What sort of game?” asked Lilly.

“I need to think about it some more… but if it works out, we’ll have a seriously great evening.”

Lilly giggled. “Pretty fucking hot, huh?”

“That’s right, baby sister,” I said, drawing her into my arms. “Fucking hot indeed.”

On to Chapter Ten!

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

“Don’t you move, girl,” Sister Katherine said. “Don’t you dare move. Stand up straight.”

I was literally scared stiff. I’d waited through the endless day for the moment I could run into her arms again, but when, finally, the other kids had all gone home, and I leapt from my seat, she raised her hand and brought me to an abrupt halt.

She looked angry, but I couldn’t tell if she really was or not. Teachers were always playing games with us, and I couldn’t believe she’d be upset with me, not after what had happened between us. I’d been a good girl, too, all during class, raising my hand at every question, even volunteering to read aloud.

But I did as I was told, standing with my feet together and arms at my sides while Sister undressed me for the second time. Yesterday she’d been gentle. Today she practically tore my clothes off, twisting the buttons on my blouse roughly and scowling at them as though they’d been put there just to frustrate her. Then she yanked the blouse from my shoulders. My bra sprang off with a flick of her fingers. She yanked my skirt and panties down together and ordered me to step out of them.

I didn’t try to hide my titties or my pussy; Sister had already seen me naked, and her whole attitude told me that any pretense of modesty would only lead to a scolding. She took her sweet time folding my things on top of her desk. Then she turned back around and looked me up and down. Her expression didn’t change. She still looked serious, but at least I knew she wasn’t really angry.

“Don’t ever grow up, child,” she said. “Stay as perfect as you are.”

It was a bright day outside, but the classroom was chilly, and my nipples stiffened in the cool air. They stuck out far enough that Sister could stroke them underneath with the side of one finger. It was the lightest, most delicate feeling, but made it hard for me to stand. My legs got weak, and the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I couldn’t help closing my eyes, so I didn’t see the kiss coming.

But then Sister must have heard something, or seen it out of the corner of her eye, because she suddenly bolted to the door and threw it open.

“Sister Rose!” she called.

That would be Sister Rose Francis, the school principal, a little woman with a square, lined face whose age we were never able to guess. For a second I thought Sister Katherine was toying with me, pretending our principal was out in the corridor just to freak me out. But then I heard both their voices at the door.

“Glad I caught you,” Sister Katherine said. “May I borrow your office for a few minutes?”

“Of course,” Sister Rose said. There was a jingling of keys. “Just lock up when you’re finished. Did you get my note about the gym?”

“I did,” Sister said. “When can we use it?”

“They’ll be refinishing the floor this week,” Sister Rose said. “You can start intramurals on time. How is that student of yours?”

“Which one?”

“The boy.”

“Oh, that one. As mouthy as ever.”

“And yet he’s got the best grades in your class.”

“He might just be bored. But his mother doesn’t want him skipping any grades.”

They went on like that forever, or it feels like forever when you’re cowering naked under your teacher’s desk. The blood was beating in my ears, and I had to clench my pussy to keep from peeing on the floor. What was she thinking? What if Sister Rose saw my clothes on the desk and started asking questions? It would be interesting to hear how Sister Katherine could explain the naked student under her desk. It was almost like she wanted us to get caught.

“All right,” Sister Rose said finally. I heard something else about the key, and a thank-you, and then the door banging shut again.

“Barbara?” Sister said.

I didn’t answer. It was my game now. I tucked my knees under my chin and held my breath.

“Miss Scheide?” she called. “Miss Scheiii—de! Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

A long pause.

“You can’t go home without your clothes, you know. Though I would like to see that.”

She was putting all kinds of things in my head I would never have imagined a day ago: yesterday it was sucking on her tits like a baby and letting her put fingers in me. Today, it was running home with no clothes on.

I saw her legs and the dangling rosary through the knee-hole of the desk — then her face, bent low and nearly upside down. She was smiling at last. It was a wide, beautiful smile, and it put a little girl at her ease, even if the little girl was stark naked.

“There you are!” Sister said. “When you feel like coming out, join me in the principal’s office. Nobody will bother us there, and I have a feeling it’s going to get a little noisy. Knock twice.”

She flashed the little key at me, and then she was gone.

I sat there hugging my knees, waiting for the noises I heard in the hall, or thought I heard, to die down. I felt stupid and exposed, curled up naked under my teacher’s desk, but every bit as excited as when she’d stripped me the first time. And now we’d be behind a locked door, where we wouldn’t get caught. The only risky part would be crawling out and putting my clothes back on. Somebody in the hall might see me through the window in the door. Once I was dressed, though, I’d be fine.

But that turned out to be a problem, because when I finally did crawl out, I didn’t see my clothes on the desk. I didn’t see them anywhere. Sister Katherine had taken them with her.

The words “fucking bitch” weren’t in my vocabulary yet, but what I couldn’t say, I could definitely feel, and what I felt was terror. Terror and anger. My stomach bounced, and I had to suppress yet another urge to pee. Did she think this was funny? Yeah, obviously she did. She was probably sitting at Sister Rose Francis’s desk with my clothes in front of her, laughing her butt off.

I forced myself to calm down and think about this crazy predicament. To get my clothes back, I was going to have to walk the length of the school and knock on the fake oak door at the end of the hall. There would be no place to hide out there, unless I ducked into another classroom, and if anybody saw me, it would be too late, anyway. The kids were supposed to be gone, but maybe some of them had detention and would spot me passing by. And I didn’t know which would be worse — getting caught by a teacher or by another kid. The teacher would punish me, and definitely bring in my parents, but a kid would blab to everybody else in school, and my reputation would be shit — though that word wasn’t in my vocabulary yet, either.

Or I could sit there and wait. Maybe Sister Katherine would get bored and come back with my clothes. But something in me wanted to prove to her I could do this, whatever “this” was. Somehow I didn’t want to disappoint her.

I looked around for something I could use to cover my bottom or my chest — a poster, a book, a scrap of loose-leaf paper, anything. But there was nothing. I was on my own.

I tiptoed to the door, as though tiptoeing was going to be any help. Turning the knob, I pushed the door open just enough to stick my head out. If anybody was there, all they’d see was my bare shoulders, and even that scared me.

I looked down the hall toward the front of the school, then screwed my head around the door and looked down toward the principal’s office, which seemed a lot farther away than usual. The hall was dark, and, as far as I could tell, deserted. All the other classroom doors were shut. I took a deep breath — why a deep breath was necessary at this moment, I didn’t know, but it’s what you do — and stepped into the corridor.

Naked.

Nobody screamed. No alarms went off. I closed the door as quietly as I could.

The big decision was how fast to go. I should have run, but if a teacher was hanging out in one of the rooms, she’d see me (literally) streaking past and probably want to know what was going on. Too slow, though, and I’d never get there. So I set off at a deliberate pace, heel to toe, hugging the wall. One arm across my chest. One hand over my puffy slit. Nothing over my bare behind.

As I made my way forward, I became very conscious of the air around me, the way it flowed around my body and tickled when it came together again between my shoulder blades. I was also aware of my skin, every square inch of it. It seemed to crackle, as though swarming with electric current, and the hair on my arms was standing on end.

I glanced in every classroom as I passed, checking to see if I was truly alone, and it was kind of a letdown to discover I was. Getting caught would have been a disaster, but the idea of getting caught was exciting, almost too much to bear. This was what Adam and Eve must have felt like, aware they were naked at last. If they hadn’t eaten that apple, my being nude like this wouldn’t be a problem. Everybody would still be naked, and nobody would care.

Sister had played a rotten trick on me, but she was making me think more deeply about my faith.

The door to the principal’s office stood on the other side of a cross-corridor that led off in opposite directions to the east and west stairs. I hugged my shoulders — like that would keep me covered — and peeked around the corner. Footsteps echoed in one of the stairwells, lots of them. Some fourth- or fifth-graders must have been kept after and were just being let go. I pulled back and flattened myself against the cold wall. But when I realized they weren’t coming this way, I crossed the open space and knocked. Twice.

There was no answer, but after way too long, the door was opened from the inside. I practically fell through the gap, crashing to my knees and hugging myself to stop the sudden shaking. A pair of pretty bare feet, the toenails sparkling with clear polish, appeared under my nose, and the lock in the doorknob clicked above my head. I looked up, and there was Sister Katherine, looking much too pleased with herself. She was already naked, except for the silver crucifix hanging between her breasts.

“You should see the look on your face,” she said.

“You’re so mean!” I cried.

“Oh, nobody saw you,” she said. “You have to learn to play. The danger is what makes it fun.”

Then she was on the floor with me, kissing my head and my neck. She put her hand between my titties, too, no doubt checking my heart, which was racing to beat the devil. Our lips met at last, and all my rage and fear went into that kiss.

I knocked her back, landing on top of her. My long hair veiled our faces, my tongue shot into her mouth, and my thigh ground between hers. Her hands were all over me.

“Come on,” she said, rubbing my butt. “Do it.”

I didn’t know what that meant. I just looked at her, silently asking for clarification.

“Eat me, girl,” she said.

I was so green. What did she mean, eat her? It was one more thing in a long list of stuff I still didn’t understand. I thought maybe she was telling me to suck her breasts again, or just put my mouth on her somewhere. So when I bit her neck, she smacked me on the butt — not enough to hurt, but it got my attention.

My head snapped up. Sister took my face in her hands and spoke slowly, as though to a particularly dense child — which, really, she was.

“Lick. My. Pussy,” she said. “Got it?”

“Yes, Sister,” was all I could say.

If I’d known what I was doing, I would have made her wait for it, kissing her breasts, her tummy, and her legs, circling the center of her pleasure before moving in. But I was a seventh-grader who had been given an assignment. Sister wanted her pussy eaten, and eaten it would be.

There was a second of hesitation when I got up close and the thick smell wrinkled my nose. But it was thrilling, too — dirty and grown-up at once. I took another deep breath — it made some sort of sense this time — and dove in.

I kissed her cunt the way I’d kissed her lips: mouth wide open, tongue billowing into the hole. My mouth was full of hair. I found the fleshy bulb I’d seen before and slithered around it, looking for her magic spot. I expected to feel a point, or a nugget, something to let me know I’d found it. There was nothing like that, just hot wet flesh, but I knew I’d struck gold when Sister suddenly grabbed her titties and moaned, “Fuck yes!”

I broke into a sweat. Sister Katherine had just said the dirtiest thing anybody could say. Any kid would be dragged to Sister Rose’s office for that. Priests would be called. Parents would be notified. And it only got worse: after another minute under my tongue, Sister was whimpering “fuck” and “shit,” taking the Lord’s name in vain and calling me her filthy little whore. It was a marathon violation of the Second Commandment. I was so proud of myself.

Instinctively, I had learned how to go down on a woman, and just as instinctively, I knew when she’d had enough. Sister’s climax passed, and she lay there out of breath. I loved watching her breasts rise and fall, and the crucifix gleaming between them.

Now I felt like being gentle. I nuzzled her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and when I reached her face, she took mine in her hands again and gave me a long, grateful kiss.

“Can you taste yourself?” I asked.

“Mmmm. Yes.”

“Did I do okay?”

“Lamb, it wasn’t a test.”

“But—”

“You did wonderfully. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

The office had a shabby two-seater sofa against one wall. When Sister got tired of lying on the hard floor, she led me over, and we sat together, making out. This was when I finally kicked my shoes off. Sister stroked my sides, my legs, my back, so delicately that every nerve in my body stood on end. Then, when my little-girl pussy was swimming in juice, dripping on the rough cushions, she tipped me back and ate me. She found my clit and lingered over it, tickling and prodding.

Sister’s tongue was a precision instrument like a jeweler’s chisel, and it gave her total control over me. She moved one way, and I hovered on the edge. She moved the other way, and I came.

I bucked and shook and pinched my little titties. And yet, even as the pleasure was breaking my will, something inside told me it was wrong — that ancient, hysterical fear of sex, dressed up as Church teaching. It was still there, gnawing at me. I needed reassurance, and the only person I could turn to was the one who was making me come.

“Sister,” I said. “Isn’t this a sin?”

“No,” she said, her eyes shining at me over my crotch. “It’s a sacrament. You’re the sacrament. I’ve transubstantiated you.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you see, darling? You’re like the Host. On the outside, in all your accidentals, you haven’t changed. You’re still a sweet schoolgirl. But inside, in your invisible essence, you’re my little whore.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Shhhh!” She kissed my pussy gently as she spoke, with tiny liquid sounds. “Think it over. If you don’t want to be my whore, I can’t make you come again. Don’t you want to come again? Right now?”

“Yes, Sister,” I pushed toward her lips, already wanting more, but she stayed just out of range, barely grazing me.

“Please?” I begged.

“Then you know what you have to be,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

“No, you have to say it.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can.”

She kissed my clit again, leaning into it, and the last barrier fell at last.

“I — I’m your little whore!”

“Good girl.”

This time, Sister Katherine threw her leg over my face and came down on me, pushing her sloppy cunt into my face. That jagged crucifix was trapped against my tummy. She went between my legs upside down, and didn’t bother with precision. She was noisy, slurpy, her tongue rolling over my pussy like a truck. I matched her lick for lick, smacking and sucking through her soggy pile of hair.

It might have been a minute, it might have been an hour — I didn’t care about time. All I cared about was coming, and making her come.

When we were done — finally, finally, finally — she collapsed in a heap. Right on top of me.

“Sister, I can’t breathe!”

“Oh, sorry.” She rolled off me, onto the floor.

“Oh. Whew!” she said. “That was… something.”

Then it was time to go. I watched while Sister got dressed, memorizing every detail ­— the way her butt curled when she stepped into her panties, the way her breasts lifted when she held up her bra, the way her habit swallowed her bare shoulders.

“Zip me up,” she said.

I was still weak. She had to help me to my feet. I took the opportunity to steal a last kiss, then asked, “Where are my clothes?”

“Oh, they’re around somewhere.”

“Sister!”

“I remember now. I left them in Room 2, under Sister Margaret’s desk.”

It was one last dirty trick. Sister Margaret’s room was right across the hall from ours.

“That’s all the way back!” I said.

“Bummer,” she said. “Is that the right word?”

“It’s not the word I’m thinking of.”

“Fresh little thing!”

She swatted my bottom again. We went back down the corridor together, holding hands, like real girlfriends. I only had my socks on, and I carried my shoes in my other hand, pressing against her as we walked, shoulder to shoulder, loving the way her skirt flapped against my bare legs — soft and scratchy at the same time. With Sister Katherine next to me, being naked out in the open wasn’t nearly as scary as it had been the first time.

As time went on, I got more and more used to it.

On to Part Three!