Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author’s Note: I’m so excited about my first story on Juicy Secrets! I’ve set the start of this story in 2008 to give me the option to continue to the present date (If anyone wants to read it that is!). I’ve located the story in England, in entirely fictitious, semi-rural surroundings. Any similarity to real places is coincidental. As we progress and more characters are introduced I’ll write a handy who’s who guide. Like many authors, I thrive on your feedback so please feel free to comment and let me know what you think of my work! I hope you have as much fun reading “Sweet Poppy,” as I did writing it.

I’d like to add a special thank you to JetBoy. I’m not sure if the readers know this, but he puts in a tremendous amount of work for literally every story that gets published here. Ever wonder why there are no typos? That’s him, crossing every t and dotting every I. He gives feedback and the benefit of his considerable knowledge and helps immensely on the editing and publishing process. “Sweet Poppy” would not be the story it has become without his help, for which I’m grateful beyond measure, Thank you JetBoy, and please keep up the hard work, it is VERY much appreciated.

Joe.

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by Joe Dornish

England, Surrey, Sept 2008.

I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the landing, then a creaking noise as the door opened. I shut my eyes and hoped I wouldn’t be discovered in my hiding place under Mummy’s bed. The monster growled, making the butterflies in my tummy dance around like crazy. I tried hard not to giggle, I even put a hand over my mouth, but a few little titters still escaped.

Then I heard a low, threatening growl, and the wardrobe door opening.

“She’s not in here, hmmm… now where can she be?” the monster said in a menacing tone.

An instant later, the monster grabbed my ankles and pulled me out from under the bed. I screamed and tried to wriggle free.

“There she is!” growled the monster when my face came into view.

“NO! Let me go, you horrible monster!” I protested, but it was no good, the monster was too strong.

“I’m going to eat you for my dinner.”

“No!” I yelled, laughing uncontrollably.

We rolled around on the floor in fits of hysterics while Mum pretended to make a meal of me. She was gently biting and nibbling me, making ‘nom-nom’ noises.

“Ah, a nice juicy leg,” she said, then started to ‘eat’ my thigh and tickle my tummy at the same time. I nearly wet myself with laughter, tears streaming down my face. I managed to wrestle free from her grip and was on my feet in a flash, but as I tried to run she caught my leg and I fell down in a heap next to her. Mum was lying on her side and I managed to fight my way on top of her, then I sat on her thigh, bouncing up and down.

“I win, I win!” I declared triumphantly.

As I sat astride my mum, there was a funny feeling inside me, down between my legs. I was still bouncing around and kind of moving back and forth on my mother’s thigh, and the more I did it the stronger this odd feeling became. It felt good, but I was a little worried. Is this normal? Am I getting sick? When I’m sick it doesn’t feel nice like this did, so I didn’t think that was it.

I was trying to work out what was going on when Mum said, “Okay sweetie, I think that’s enough for today.”

“Oh, please, Mummy, just one more minute? Please?”

Mum gazed at me with interest. “Does it feel nice, when you move like that?”

“Um… yeah, a bit.”

She thought about this for a few seconds. “Okay, one more minute, then you have to do your homework.”

“YES!”

I tried just bouncing again; that was fun but it didn’t make me feel whatever it was I felt before. Then I sort of rode her leg like a horse… wow, okay, that felt good. I had no idea what was causing this, all I knew was that I wanted more of this delicious tingly feeling. After what was probably much longer than the promised one minute, I had to stop and go do my homework.

I sat at the kitchen table, staring out of the window while Mum got our dinner ready. I was thinking about the funny feeling I had playing the monster game when she said, “Poppy, you’ve not written anything yet, and dinner will be ready soon.”

It was just the two of us that night. My little sister had been invited to a sleepover birthday party and wouldn’t be home until the next afternoon. For my homework, I had to write a story about my family.

I decided to start by saying who was actually in my family. That way, at least, I’d have something on the page.

In my family is me, Poppy, I am 10 years old. My sister Lilly, she is 7 years old, and my Mummy, Heather, she is…

“Mum, how old are you?”

“I’m twenty-nine. Just so you know, though, it isn’t usually thought of as polite to ask a lady her age.”

I took that in, then continued to write. …Heather, she is 29 years old. We have a cat called Pixie who is…

“Mum.”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“How old is Pixie?”

“She’s six.”

“Thanks.”

…Pixie, who is 6. People say we all look alike, with the same dark brown hair, pale skin, and what people call pronounced cheekbones, although Mum and Lilly have brown eyes and I have blue eyes. We live in a house in Westerfield, in Surrey, England. We used to live in a flat in Chelsea, which is in London and then 2 months ago we moved into our new house. Me and Lilly love the…

“Lilly and I,” said Mum, looking over my shoulder

“Sorry?”

“It’s Lilly and I, not me and Lilly.”

“Thanks,” I said, rubbing it out, then rewriting it.

Lilly and I love the big garden and all the fields near our house.

Now I was a bit stuck. This wasn’t sounding much like a real story. I considered writing about school, but thought better of it. I was in year seven, just starting senior school. Mum said it would be a culture shock, but I didn’t get what that meant, so I just smiled at her and said ‘I know’.

After a few days, I understood I’d gone from being the oldest in my junior school and top of the tree to the youngest in senior school and very much the bottom of the heap. I felt like a small fish in a very big pond.

Being a little shy didn’t help. Worse, I was also a lot younger than everyone else. Early on, when I was at nursery, Mum got me moved up to the year ahead because I was ‘special’, as she put it. This was fine all through primary school, I breezed through the work and got good grades. But when it came to senior school we had a problem. You have to be eleven when school starts in September, and my eleventh birthday isn’t until November.

We moved house to be in the catchment area of a very good private girls school. Mum said she knew someone at the school and was able to get me in right away, meaning I wouldn’t have to repeat the last year of primary school. The other big bonus was that we now had a house with a garden, and Lilly and I each got our own bedroom. Plus there were miles of countryside near us to explore.

In the three weeks since I started school, all those in my year had already moved into groups of friends, mostly kids who knew each other from the local primary school. Being new to the area, I didn’t know anyone, and struggled to make friends with the girls who were all older than me. There’s a girl in my class, Justine Williams, who is already twelve and wearing a C-cup. There was one person I spoke to who I thought could be my friend, her name was Mia. She was very pretty, a little shorter than me with dark hair and lovely grey eyes. We started sitting together at lunchtime and walked part of the way home together after school.

I decided not to talk about school and concentrated my story on moving house.

One day, Mummy woke me and Lilly up and said that we were going to be moving house, and that it would be an adventure!

That’s as far as I got when Mum said dinner was ready. After we’d eaten I had a bath, then watched TV with Mum. As it was a Friday night I was allowed to stay up until 10 o’clock, an hour later than usual. When bedtime came I got changed into a nightie, then Mum tucked me in and kissed me goodnight, turning the night light off as she left. I’ve always slept without a nightlight, the dark never bothered me, but Lilly still leaves the light on in her room when she goes to bed.

As I drifted off to sleep, I decided that I would ask Mum to play Monsters again the next day.

The next day, despite being ‘super busy’ as Mum put it, we managed to squeeze in one quick game of Monsters before we had to go and pick up Lilly from her sleepover. Try as I might though, I couldn’t get that good feeling back. I played it with Lilly when she got home, but again there was no warm fuzzy feeling, not like I had that one time with Mum.

Over the next few weeks I played Monsters with Mum or Lilly every chance I got, to the point where they both got bored of the game. One Saturday afternoon near the end of September, after Lilly had refused to play, I asked Mum to instead.

“Where’s your sister?” she replied. “Why can’t she play with you?”

“She’s having a tea party with her teddies. Please Mummy, please can we play Monsters?”

Mum didn’t say anything for a while, I thought she was going to say yes, then she smiled at me and said,“My baby is growing up fast. I think perhaps we should have a chat. Come and sit down, sweetie.”

We sat on the sofa together and she held my hand. “I’m guessing you want to play monsters because of that time it felt good, when you, er, bounced on my leg?”

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, “Um…”

“It’s okay, you’ve not done anything wrong. You’re just growing up and discovering things.”

“What things?”

“Things like…” she paused, thought for a few seconds then said, “Maybe we should start at the beginning. Tell me, Poppy, what do you know about sex?”

I was confused about what this had to do with playing Monsters, but I answered with what little I knew.

“We did it in school. A man puts his… thing inside a woman, then they have a baby.”

“You covered this in school already?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did they say anything about masturbation?”

I had no idea what that was, so I shook my head.

“When a man and a lady have sex, it’s not just to make a baby, you know… people also do it because it feels good. That can be a man and a woman, a man and another man, or two ladies.”

“That’s being a lesbian, right?” Mum had told me a while ago that when two ladies fall in love that’s being a lesbian, or something like that. I couldn’t remember exactly.

“That’s right, sweetie… a lady who is only sexually attracted to other ladies is called a lesbian.”

“What’s this got to do with playing Monsters?”

“Good question. I suppose I have been beating around the bush. Pardon the pun.” She giggled.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. What I was trying to say is that you can give yourself the same nice feeling you get when you have sex.”

“Really? I can have sex with myself?” This was big news, sex is proper grown-up stuff.

“Sort of. When you do it by yourself it’s called masturbation.”

I considered this for a moment. Questions were flying around my head, but for reasons that escape me the one I blurted out was, “Do you do it?”

“Yes, sweetie. Most people do.”

Mum waited patiently while I processed this new information. I was still rather puzzled, though.“Um, how do you do it?”

“I use my hand.”

“Your hand?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How do you use your hand?”

“That’s just one way of doing it. There are others.” She thought for a moment, then stood up. “I’ve got an idea, come with me.”

I followed her upstairs. Along the way, we peered into Lilly’s room, where my little sister was serving tea to two teddy bears, a fluffy pink rabbit and a small plastic hippo. Then we went into Mum’s room.

She opened the wardrobe and started searching for something. “Where’s it gone? I know it’s here somewhere… ah. There it is.”

She pulled out a sort of cushion. It was about the same length as my arm, round and long like a sausage and bright shiny pink. It wasn’t as soft as a normal cushion, though.

“When I was pregnant with you and your sister I had an achy back. This is a special cushion that I used when I sat down, it helped to ease the pain. When we were playing Monsters, do you remember what you were doing to give yourself that nice feeling?”

“I was bouncing on your leg.”

“I think it was more the rubbing than the bouncing that did it. Anyhow, you can use this cushion the same way you used my leg.”

“Did you ever use it like that?” For some reason, the thought of Mummy rubbing herself against the cushion really excited me.

“Yes, I did. Sometimes I would hump the… um, use the…”

“Wait. Mum — what does hump mean?”

Mum looked at me for a bit, then said, “Oh. well, in for a penny, in for a pound.”

“Huh?”

“If we’re going to have this conversation then we may as well do it properly. The word ‘hump’. That’s what you were doing when we played Monsters, you were humping my leg.”

“Humping. Um, okay,” I said, smiling.

“Sweetie, that’s a bit of a rude word, though. It’s fine to say it when you’re alone with me, but otherwise best not to, okay?”

“Okay… but I still don’t understand, how do you use your hand?”

“There are a few ways you can do it, but my favorite is to lie back and rub my clitoris.”

“Your what?”

“My clitoris, or clit for short.”

“Do I have a clitoris?”

“Of course, all women have one.”

“Where is it?”

She got up and locked the bedroom door, then said, “It’ll be easier if I show you. Take your leggings and knickers off.”

I peeled off my black leggings, then my pink and blue knickers, leaving me wearing only my T-shirt. I’d seen my mum naked a few times when she was getting dressed and stuff, but this felt different, more like a naughty secret. I watched as she slipped off her jeans and her white thong, then got on the bed.

“Here, sit opposite me, like this.”

We both sat up with our legs apart, knees raised slightly. I was staring between Mum’s legs, thinking about how her kitty was different from mine. It looked similar in some ways, but I could see her inner lips poking out a little and she had a small thin patch of dark brown pubic hair. Later she told me that was her ‘landing strip’. I thought it was beautiful.

I blushed when she saw me gawping at her. “S-sorry, Mum,” I quickly said.

“It’s okay to look, sweetie,” Mum replied, staring between my legs.

“So, um… where’s my clit then?”

“At the top, here…”

She parted her labia with her fingers and pointed to where her clit was hidden under what she called a ‘hood’ at the top of her bright pink inner lips — the labia minora, she explained.

I spread my legs a little wider and copied Mum, using the fingers on one hand to pull my lips apart, which is something I’ve never done before. Well, maybe under the covers at night I’d explore down there, but never anything like this.

“Is this it?” I asked.

Mom was staring. “My God, you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks. Is this it, then?”

Mum had a funny look on her face, “Yes, that’s it. Erm… try rubbing it like this…”

She started working her two middle fingers in a circular motion just below her landing strip, then closed her eyes, moaning softly. I did the same and rubbed my fingers like Mummy was doing… Omigod. It was like the feeling I had when playing Monsters, but lots more intense. We both sat there rubbing for maybe half a minute, then Mum snapped her legs shut.

She sat up, her face flushed. I was still rubbing, the feeling was getting bigger and my fingers were wet. Mum said, “Okay, I think you’ve got the hang of this now.”

“Is this mastibation then?”

“MasTURbation. Yes, you are masturbating. We’d better stop there, darling.”

“Why?”

“Because, well, erm… Poppy, do you know what an orgasm is?”

“Yeah, we did it in science.”

“Really?” Mum looked shocked.

“Uh-huh, orgasms are like little tiny creatures. You know, like insects, only smaller.”

“Bless you. No, not an organism, but an orgasm. They sort of sound alike, but they’re two very different things.”

Feeling quite embarrassed, I shook my head. “Um, then I guess I don’t know.”

“When you masturbate it starts to get better and better until you have an orgasm. It’s difficult to explain, but it feels incredible.”

“Can I have an orgasm?”

“I’m not sure. You may be a little young, but I think you might be able to.”

“Do you have orgasms?”

Mum laughed. “Yes, all the time. That’s why I masturbate, to give myself an orgasm. Although it feels better when someone else does it.”

I started rubbing myself again, then Mum said, “Poppy, why don’t you take the cushion to your room and do that in private.”

“Okay,” I said and hopped off the bed, eager to put my newfound knowledge to the test. Mum got up and followed me to the door. I turned and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Mummy.”

She kissed the top of my head and said, “I love you too, my darling.”

I walked across the landing to my room, but Mum stayed in her bedroom and locked the door, something she hardly ever does. Lilly’s door was open as I walked past. Her tea party was now some sort of safari by the look of it. She noticed me as I passed but said nothing about my being half-dressed or carrying an oddly-shaped cushion, Lily was too wrapped up in her game.

On my bedroom door is a sign that says Poppy’s room. It’s a little wooden thing with pretty pink lettering. I turned it over so it read NO ENTRY. GO AWAY!, shut the door, then lay on my bed thinking about what Mum had told me.

Lilly and I don’t have locks on our bedroom doors, so I put the chair against it instead. It doesn’t stop anyone coming in, but it would slow them down enough for me to dive under the covers or something. I took my top off and stood naked in front of the mirror. Mum always tells me not to be in a rush to grow up, but I still wish my boobs would hurry up and get bigger. I had tiny buds the size of strawberries that seemed to never grow. I had no pubic hair, save for a tiny patch of down that’s almost invisible. I have no hips to speak of, either, so all in all I felt like the child I was instead of the woman I wanted to be. Masturbating sort of changed that for me  though, it made me feel more grown-up.

With the room secured, I jumped naked onto the bed. At first, I sat up like Mum and I did. It felt nice but a bit awkward, so I laid flat. My fingers explored my almost hairless, smooth kitty (the word Mum uses for it). I wasn’t really trying to do anything at that point, just explore. I let the middle finger slip down between my lips towards the opening of my vagina and rubbed around there. I even slipped the tip of the finger inside, which felt really good.

For half an hour I rubbed and caressed and played with myself, mainly with my clit. It was wonderful and the feelings came rushing back the more I kept the rhythm going. My stomach was buzzing, I was sweaty and breathing hard. My kitty was wet, really wet, in fact my fingers were soaked. But I didn’t have one of those orgasms that Mummy talked about, at least I didn’t think so.

I decided to try ‘humping’ the cushion to see how that felt. Placing it on the bed, I knelt astride it. It was silky and soft but firm, and didn’t squish up as a normal cushion would. I closed my eyes and gently moved back and forth. I imagined it was Mummy’s leg, like that one time we played Monsters. Then I imagined doing it on Mummy’s leg, on her bed with both of us naked.

The thought of humping Mum’s leg sparked something inside me. I was moving faster and faster, and my hips seemed to have a mind of their own. Sweat was pouring down my face, my breathing getting heavier. The buzzing, tingling feeling spread from my kitty to my tummy, then up my spine and all over me until I exploded. That’s the best word I could think of to describe it, an explosion. Only it took place inside me. I think I may have called out but I’m not sure, my mind was very cloudy. I fell onto my side gripping the cushion tightly between my thighs, clinging on to what I still thought of as Mum’s leg.

One minute, one hour, I’ve no idea how long it lasted. My kitty was soaked, the cushion had a large wet patch on it, and I felt amazing. That was not only my first orgasm, but the first time I got to smell my own sex. The room was thick with the sweet aroma. I brought my hand to my face and breathed in the scent, then licked a finger. It felt so naughty to do that, but it tasted nice. I sucked each finger clean, then got under the covers and fell asleep right away.

***

I got hungry later on, so I got dressed and went downstairs. Lilly was in the living room watching TV, Mum was sat at the kitchen table flicking through a magazine. The smell of cooking made my tummy growl. “Is dinner ready?” I asked.

“Not for about half an hour or so,” Mum replied, looking me up and down.

“What are we having?”

“Pasta bake. Your sister helped make it.” Mum had this odd sort of grin on her face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Mum whispered, “So the cushion worked, then?”

“How did you know?”

“A mother knows these things,” she said, tapping her nose. “So how was it?”

I sat next to her. “I don’t know how to describe it… it was… it was… just wow. Like, really strong.”

“Did you come?”

“What do you mean?”

“Coming is another term for having an orgasm.”

I think I’d heard the term a few times before, but I never knew what it meant until right then. “Yeah, I came. The cushion got all wet.”

“My baby is growing up.” Mum stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead. “I’ll wash the cushion every couple of days for you.”

“Thanks. I think I fell asleep or passed out or something.”

“That can happen when it’s intense like that.”

“When it happened, the orgasm? I was thinking of you, pretending the cushion was your leg. Was that wrong?”

I have a habit of blurting out what’s on my mind, to my mum anyway, and I didn’t realise the gravity of what I’d said.

She sure did, though. Mum looked at me for a moment, then quietly said, “No, it’s not wrong, not at all… but let’s keep that our little secret. She paused, then asked, “Do you ever think about boys?”

“Eww. No!”

“It’s okay, you can tell me if you do.”

“No, I don’t like boys, not like that anyway. Justine Williams has a boyfriend, I saw them tongue kissing outside school one time.” I screwed my face up, which made her laugh.

“Do you prefer girls then?”

“Erm. I’ve honestly not thought about it, but yeah, I think I do.” Oh my God, did I really just say that?

Mum didn’t seem at all bothered, though. She just said, “Whether you like girls or boys or both, it’s all fine sweetheart.”

Right then and there, I decided to be totally truthful with my mother.  “No, no I’m sure of it, I don’t like boys that way. Just girls. I’m a… a… lesbian.”

I’ve no idea where this newfound insight came from, or indeed, where I got the courage to say it out loud. But I was sure of it, the words felt right as they passed my lips.

Mum hugged me, her eyes were welling up. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” she said in a shaky voice. Her reaction caught me completely off guard, and I started to cry.

“I love you, Mummy,” I said as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

Mum was crying too. “I love you so much, Poppy,” she whispered, then suddenly stood up and wiped her eyes, “Right. If my ten-year-old daughter can do it…” She smiled at me, then walked off into the living room. I just sat there completely confused, trying to work out what she meant.

Soon Mum came back into the kitchen, dragging a protesting Lilly behind her. “Sit down, Lilly,” she said. There’s something I need to tell you both.” Mum took a deep breath, then carried on. “You see, I’m… I’m gay.” She let the words hang, waiting for it to sink in.

“I know,” said Lilly rather matter-of-factly.

“No, you don’t,” I said, annoyed at her presumptive tone.

“Yes, I do,” she protested.

Mum stepped in before it turned into a row. “How did you know?” she asked, taking Lilly’s hand.

“Because you never have a boyfriend, and you think Holly Willoughby is the sexiest person on the telly.”

Mum burst out laughing,

“What?” Lilly said, frowning.

“Out of the mouths of babes,” Mum said, which confused us both.

“See. I did know.” said Lilly, poking her tongue out at me.

There was only one way I could think to get back at her, “I bet you never knew I was a lesbian as well… did you?”

That got her. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” I said proudly.

Lilly looked at Mum who nodded, confirming that she already knew.

“Fine, I guess. How long for dinner?” asked Lilly. Mum and I both started laughing. Annoyed, Lilly stomped off back to the living room to finish watching her TV program.

That night, I masturbated again. This time I managed to give myself an orgasm with my fingers, lying on my back. I thought about Mummy again. The visions in my head switched between me humping her bare leg and watching her play with her kitty. I licked my fingers clean when I was done, then fell into a deep sleep.

On to Chapter Two!

By Girl Lover

That afternoon, as the three younger girls were playing outside and Mabel and Jill were watching from the porch, Mabel mentioned, “You know, now that you girls are all settled in, we need to get you back into school.”

Jill nodded. “I was thinking that, too.”

“We’ll talk about it tonight at supper,” Mabel said. “Let’s try to get everyone settled down and in bed early tonight so you’ll all be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow morning.”

Madison came running up, out of breath and her face red from running around. She crawled up into Mabel’s lap in her rocking chair, and the woman cradled her lovingly. “Precious child,” she whispered.

Madison rested her head against Mabel’s breasts, her finger lazily tracing a line down her older lover’s’s cleavage. Then she asked quietly so Jill wouldn’t hear, “When we go to bed tonight, can you play with my pee-pee again?”

“I will.”

“Cause I really like it.”

Mabel smiled. “I like it too.”

“I mean,  I really… really like it.”

Mabel chuckled and hugged the child, kissing her forehead, “I know, dear.”

“Thanks, Gramma,” Madison said. She jumped off Mabel’s lap, and raced back into the huge yard to join Emma. Linda was off picking flowers, just out of earshot. As the two ran around, taking turns chasing each other, Emma suddenly stopped short, a concerned look on her face. “I just ’membered something. I heard the older girls talking about it this one time. They said that if you have sex, you gotta have…” She frowned, trying to remember. “A… A… a call something. Hmmm. A con… bum… con…dom. That’s it! A condom!”

“What’s that?” Madison asked. “It has a stupid name.”

“Something that keeps a girl from having a baby.”

“You mean if we have sex without a c-con…”

“A condom,” Emma finished for her. “Then Gramma might have a baby.”

“Omigosh!” Madison gasped, “If she has a baby, then she won’t have time to do stuff with us!”

“I know! That’s why we need to get some condoms.”

“A bunch of them!” Madison agreed. “Is it bad that we didn’t have one when we did sex with Gramma last night?”

I don’t know,” Emma admitted. “We better not say nothing to her about it. She might worry. C’mon!”

Together they hastened over to where Mabel and Jill were seated on the porch. Running up to Jill, the girls were practically jumping up and down as Emma blurted, “Jill! We need to get something from the store right now!”

“What?” Jill asked.

Glancing over at Mabel, Emma whispered, “Condoms.”

“A whole bunch of them. Like a hundred,” Madison added.

Jill looked at the girls as if they’d just sprouted extra heads. “What the hell are y’all talking about?!”

Emma whispered, “So Mabel won’t have a baby… y’know… when we’re….”

“Doing sex stuff with her,” Madison added.

“You — you want condoms s-so…” Jill started snickering.

“It’s not funny! We really need them!” Emma whispered crossly to her. Now Jill was laughing out loud.

“What’s so funny?” Mabel asked.

“These two,” Jill gasped, jerking a thumb in the girls’ direction, “are afraid that they’re g-gonna get you pregnant… so they want me to b-buy them condoms.” She laughed even harder.

“You two think I’m going to get pregnant?” Mabel asked. The girls nodded. Mabel smiled, touched by their innocence. “Girls, believe me… you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You’re not gonna get pregnant?” Emma asked. Mabel shook her head.

“Um… what is a condom, anyhow?” Madison added.

Jill continued to guffaw.

***

For their evening meal, Mabel decided to make a special dinner for her new family. As she set out plates and dinnerware, Linda was taking hot rolls from a baking tray and stacking them on a plate. She was humming a little song to herself, moving to the beat. Jill entered, then paused in the doorway to watch her little lover’s enthusiastic dancing with interest.

Jill kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt, but the growing arousal she felt at the sight of Linda’s movements became too much for her to ignore. Stealing up behind the unaware little girl, Jill wrapped both arms around her. Linda started slightly, then looked up with a shy smile “What’re you doing?”

Jill smiled back, then nuzzled Linda’s neck. “Watching you wiggle that cute little ass of yours. And you tell me that you aren’t sexy. I’m gonna have to spread that pretty butt open and give it a good tongue-lashing.”

“You’re so naughty,” Linda said.

“And you love me for it,” Jill cooed, slipping a hand beneath the ten-year-old’s short skirt.

Linda opened her mouth to protest, then went dreamy-eyed as the older girl’s fingers brushed the front of her panties. “Oh… oh, Jill…”

“Linda?” Mabel’s voice issued from the dining room. “Are those rolls done? Everything else is on the table.” They heard her call, “Emma? Maddie? Supper’s ready.”

Pulling away from Jill, Linda reached for the plateful of rolls. “Wait until we go to bed,” she told Jill. “Then you can do that to me as much as you want.” With a saucy wink, she made her way to the swinging door that led to the dining room.

Jill leaned back against the counter, squeezing her thighs together as she watched Linda’s bottom vanish. Christ almighty, what that little girl does to me! She’s becoming a real sex kitten, too. Shaking her head, she followed her underage lover to the table, where the family was gathering.

Once everyone was seated, Mabel said, “I would like to give thanks for this new family of ours. Not only do I have my granddaughter…” she looked at Jill, “…and her girlfriend, but I also have two very special people of my own to share my life with.” She smiled at Emma and Madison. “I just want all of you to know how much you have blessed me… and how thankful I am.”

Emma spoke up, “I’m thankful, too.”

Mabel smiled. “What are you thankful for, dear?”

With all sincerity, Emma replied, “I’m thankful for your big boobies.”

Madison echoed this. “Me too!”

Jill cracked up laughing as Linda exclaimed, “Emma!”

“What?” Emma looked confused. “I love Gramma’s boobies.”

Mabel told her, “I know, dear, but that’s our little secret. Is there anything else you’re thankful for?”

Emma thought a bit, then added, “When you’re bent over and I can put my…”

“Okay, okay!” Mabel exclaimed, rolling her eyes heavenward as Jill laughed harder.

Linda whispered to Jill, “It’s not funny!”

“Yes, it is,” Jill said, trying to catch her breath.

Looking around the table, Mabel said, “Each of us used to be alone… but now we’re together as a family. I just wanted to say that I love you all very much.”

There was a moment of silence, then Emma loudly whispered, “Well, I’m still thankful for your boobies.”

Mabel had to laugh. “I know, dear,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss the little girl’s cheek.

***

A couple of hours after supper, Jill and Linda were nestled together on the sofa, occasionally swapping gentle kisses.

Mabel entered the living room, Emma and Madison in tow. “We’re going to bed now,” she said.

Jill glanced over at the grandfather clock.  “Already? It’s only eight.”

“I know, but we’ll need to be up for school early tomorrow. I want you two to get to bed early as well.” She smiled down at the two youngest. “All right, girls… go get undressed, brush your teeth, and hop into bed. I’ll join you both in a minute.” Madison and Emma ran eagerly towards the bedroom, pulling off their shirts as they went. “I have a feeling those two are going to keep me up late enough as it is,” Mabel said. “Well, good night.” She followed the girls, exiting into the hallway.

Jill smiled at the departing trio. She was happy for them and proud to have helped her grandmother find new love.

Turning back to Linda snuggled up in her lap, she thought about taking her to bed, but couldn’t bear to just yet. It felt too good lying there on the couch, this precious little girl in her arms. I could lie here forever, Linda thought.

Sometime later, Linda tilted her head up to smile at Jill. “We should probably go to bed now,” she said.She started to get up, but Jill stopped her, then scooped the girl up in both arms, carrying her to their room.

As they passed by Mabel’s room, they clearly heard Emma giving directions. “…okay, Mabel, stick one finger in here and the other one in there.”

They looked at each other perplexed as Jill whispered, “What sort of kinky shit is she doing?”

Linda giggled, then said, “Not sure I want to know.” Jill carried her inside their bedroom and closed the door.

Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, Mabel was on hands and knees over the girls, swaying back and forth to drag her hanging breasts across their faces. The girls were absolutely giddy with excitement and kept snatching at them, like a cat playing with a dangling toy.

After a while, Mabel wanted to change position to rest her back, but the girls were having too much fun. Finally, she said, “Okay girls, I need to lie down for a bit.” She stretched out on her front as the girls sat up. Emma studied the woman’s bottom for a moment, then got on top of Mabel. Squirming around, she quickly made an interesting discovery.

“Ooh, Maddie… try this!” She thrust her pelvis against Mabel’s butt, grinding her smooth vulva into the ample flesh.

As Madison drew closer, Emma scooted over so that she was pressing her slit into Mabel’s left  hip, while Madison straddled the right. “Rub your pussy on her butt,” Emma said. Madison copied Emma’s movements, and soon both girls were rubbing themselves off against Mabel.

“Oh, I like this,” Madison exclaimed.

Mabel looked from one girl to the other, wide-eyed in surprise to see them humping her with such vigor. After a while, Madison was out of breath and rolled off to the side, asking Mabel, “Can you play with my pee-pee now?”

“I surely can,” Mabel replied. “Lay down.” Madison was quick to obey, and Mabel began to fondle the little girl, gently running her fingers along Madison’s belly and vulva. The child’s legs fell open and as Mabel’s fingers lightly danced over the smooth slit, she felt Emma’s hands on her hip. Looking back, Mabel realized that Emma was trying to get access to her sex, so she parted her thighs for the eager girl.

Settling down between her grandmother’s legs, Emma placed three fingers at the entrance of Mabel’s vagina, then shoved them inside with a single thrust.

“Ouch!” Mabel exclaimed, her eyes widening. “Easy now, Emma. That hurt.”

“Sorry, Gramma,” Emma said. She didn’t withdraw her fingers, just began to move more slowly as she worked them in and out.

“Yes, gentle like that,” Mabel said, then turned her attention back to Madison. She trailed her finger through the child’s smooth slit before slipping the tip of it inside, drawing a gasp from the little girl. Madison responded by reaching out and pulling her legs back to spread them even further apart.

’My God… she really wants this! Mabel thought as she moved her finger in tiny circles, carefully opening up her little lover’s vagina, admiring Madison’s bare beauty.

Suddenly Mabel felt an urge to kiss that pretty pink cleft… maybe even lick it. She’d always enjoyed getting oral from her husband when he was alive, but had never entertained the notion of going down on another female, much less a seven-year-old girl.

Why shouldn’t I lick her? Mabel asked herself. After all, Maddie is my lover now… and so is Emma. I adore these girls and want them to know it.

Leaning forward, she hesitantly touched her lips to Madison’s slit. She lightly kissed it a few times, then with more daring, deepened the kiss, as if it was a lover’s mouth. The warmth and softness of it delighted Mabel… she wanted more. Parting her lips, she allowed the tip of her tongue to emerge, slipping into the child’s vagina. She began to lick, making love to her little Maddie in this wonderful new way.

Madison felt Mabel’s mouth on her, creating all sorts of new, lovely sensations. When Emma licked her, it was rougher, sloppier, more aggressive — like the way a dog drank water. Gramma’s tongue was slow and gentle, caressing her slit. It was incredible… Madison couldn’t remember ever feeling anything this nice.

Suddenly, a new, much stronger feeling began to take hold, quickly enveloping her in a warm, delirious haze. She cried out from the intensity of it, her body letting go completely. It rose to a sharp peak, then slowly died away, leaving her drained, out of breath, and very, very happy.

Opening her eyes, Madison weakly asked, “Did I, um, pee just then?”

Mabel shook her head. “No. That was an orgasm, sweetie”

“Oh.” The child relaxed back into the pillow. “That… felt really… really…”

Mabel couldn’t help but smile at how overwhelmed Madison seemed to be “I know,” she murmured, thinking, I did that. I made this beautiful little girl come.

“…It was really… it makes me feel all woozy.”

Mabel bent down to kiss the child’s forehead, whispering, “Just rest.”

Crawling between them, Emma plopped herself down next to Madison, “Do that to me now!”

“Tell you what,” Mabel suggested, “Why don’t you lie down on your side facing me, only turned around the other way… then we’ll lick each other at the same time.”

Emma’s eyes brightened at this idea, and she swiveled around so that she and Mabel were lying in opposite directions. As the little girl’s sex came within inches of her face, Mabel arranged their bodies so that Emma’s cheek was resting on her inner thigh. Conscious of the difference in their heights, she shifted into a curved position, enough to give the child full access to her vagina. Taking hold of Emma’s hips, Mabel pressed her mouth into the little girl’s pussy and began to lick, swirling her tongue around.

“Ooh, I like that!” Emma gasped, then she buried her mouth in Mabel’s pubes and began to pleasure her grandmother. She was clumsy but eager enough to have a definite effect on the older woman, especially when Emma wriggled two fingers into Mabel’s cunt.

Though still a novice at cunnilingus — even more so than the girls, she told herself — Mabel was determined to make Emma happy and put her all into making love to the child. It seemed to be working, too. She noticed that Emma’s legs were quivering, and heard the girl’s tense breathing.

Knowing her granddaughter was edging closer and closer to release, Mabel, flicked Emma’s clit with the tip of her tongue. The child gave a muffled cry, then suddenly she was coming. She thrust her fingers even deeper into Mabel’s vagina, frantically sucking the woman’s clitoris like a straw.

A hard shudder shook Mabel’s body as she exploded in her own orgasm. She did her best not to cry out loud, embarrassed by the thought of Jill and Linda hearing it. As waves of ecstasy washed over and through her, Mabel heard an excited, “Yesss!” and upon opening her eyes, saw Emma sit up, her face dripping wet.

“Oh God, I did it again,” Mabel groaned.

Emma, grinning from ear to ear, looked quite pleased as she crowed to Madison, “She did it! She peed on me!”

“Aw, no fair! I want to get peed on, too!” Madison objected.

“Girls, it’s not…” Mabel began, then sighed, “Oh, never mind.” Madison was crawling over, an expectant gleam in her eyes, but Mabel protested, “Maddie dear, I can’t do anymore tonight. Tomorrow night, I’ll try to include both of you when I… uh… do that again.” Mabel patted the bed on either side “C’mon, girls, time to turn out the light and go to sleep. You have to be up early tomorrow for school, remember.”

The girls slipped beneath the blanket and settled in, one on each side of Mabel. After kissing Gramma goodnight, Mabel switched off the bedside lamp and sank back into her pillow. She was genuinely weary and ready to sleep, but little hands kept touching her breasts.

“Girls… stop doing that. You need to go to sleep.”

Emma spoke up. “Can we do that thing again? Where we’re babies and you feed us?”

“Yeah, can we?” Madison chimed in.

Mabel sighed. “We can’t always be…”

“Pleaaaaase…?” Emma begged, “It helps us fall asleep better.”

“Oh, okay,” Mabel said, settling back into the sheets.

Both girls cheered, then Emma grabbed her left breast and Madison took hold of the right, and the girls began to suckle. After a moment, Mabel had to admit that their warm mouths did feel lovely on her nipples, bringing back sweet memories of when she had been a mother for real.  She lovingly rubbed the girls’ bare backs as they continued to nurse.

“That’s a good baby,” Mabel cooed, “My my, you two are hungry!”

She began to feel some concern that Madison and Emma were getting too excited to sleep. But as she watched the girls, their eyes finally drifted shut, their sucking ceased, and soon they were both asleep, her nipples still in their mouths. Mabel didn’t want to disturb them, so she remained still, thinking about this wonderful new love that had come into her life. Soon she followed the children into slumber, a gentle smile on her lips.

On to Chapter Nine!

by Karin Halle

Much as I longed to make love to Louise, I found myself hesitating after that first passionate kiss. Could I actually engage in lesbian sex with a girl of thirteen I’d met less than two hours ago?

I’d shared pleasure with my daughter because it was her last wish before she died: to make love to a woman. It had proven to be a wonderful experience for us both, but I’d done some intense soul-searching in the process, grappling with my own uncertainty and guilt. I gave my sweet Larissa what she wanted, but the journey to that decision was anything but easy.

Tragic circumstances led me to make love with my daughter, but how could I possibly justify doing the same with Louise? She’s still practically a child, my conscience insisted. How can she know what she wants?

Clearly able to sense my inner conflict, Louise gazed up at me, “If you don’t feel up to it, that’s okay,” she said. “I understand.”

“It isn’t that I don’t want to,” I insisted. “After the way you made me feel, I very much want to make love to you. I mean, my God, you’re so damned adorable… and you want to, to be with me — I can see that….” Not knowing what else to say, I fell silent.

Louise smiled, but there was sadness evident in her eyes. “You can’t help but feel guilty, huh?” She knew I would be unable to reply, so she listed my misgivings for me.

“I’m only thirteen,” she said, “and you’re not s’posed to do stuff with underage girls. You’re not gay, and the only reason you did it with your daughter was because it was her dying wish. And it was a one-time only thing, right? Plus, you barely know me, and if that wasn’t enough, my mum’s in the next room.” Her face showed no expression as she added, “Is there anything else?”

When I said nothing, she held up her fingers to check off my objections, dismissing them one by one.

“Making love has nothing to do with age. I’ve got my period, so I can get pregnant… which means that I’m a woman, old enough to have sex. The age of consent is fourteen in lots of places, even twelve or thirteen, sometimes. Isn’t it weird that you can’t legally fuck in one place, but then you cross a border and it’s okay?”

Unsurprisingly, I had nothing to say to that, so one item was off her list and she went on to the issue of gender.

“Maybe you’re not into women, but you still did it with your daughter. That isn’t enough to make you gay – maybe bisexual, though. You had other reasons for making love to her than just sex. Isn’t that right?”

It was a direct question, but I don’t know whether she really expected me to answer. I remained silent, and another issue had been addressed and resolved.

“Okay, maybe we barely know each other… but that ought not to matter if you feel any kind of sexual attraction for me. In fact, couldn’t that make everything less awkward? And as for Mum being in the next room… I told you, my mother and I make love regularly.”

Louise stood up, waiting, in case I had thought of anything to say.

I had, but only more questions. “You and Alex — your Mum — how long have you two been.?”

Her smile became coy – whether it was genuine or an act, I had no clue. “Fucking? Maybe I shouldn’t say, but… more than two years now.” Even I could work out that simple arithmetic – she’d been no more than eleven.

“And… how many other women…?”

There was no doubting her sincerity because her answer sounded like a confession. “None.”

Somehow, that made things worse. “Then why me?”

The mask of maturity seemed to slip from Louise. “It’s like I told you before. I just… felt something when we first met. I knew it was meant to be… that you and I are supposed to be together..”

Thirteen years old, naked, and fresh from giving me a most amazing orgasm… and she suddenly looked like the kid she’s supposed to be.

“If you don’t make love to me tonight, you will some other time. It’s going to happen, Karin – I know it.”

She had already proven herself to be insightful to an almost uncanny extent, and I accepted that she was probably right about that too.

In the face of the inarguable logic of Louise’s arguments, and her certainty that we would become lovers sooner or later, I succumbed to her seduction.

To be honest, what really happened is that I gave into my lust for her. Sure, my concerns and objections had been genuine — but all I really needed was an excuse to salve my conscience.

Reaching out, I took Louise’s hand, gently drawing her down until she was lying beside me.

As I kissed her, I was careful to be gentle, conscious of how young she was. In the heat of the moment, it somehow slipped my mind that she was already an experienced lesbian, one who had taken me to an incredible peak mere minutes ago.

Clearly impatient with my careful lovemaking, Louise seized the moment — crushing her mouth to mine,  her tongue demanding entry.

I was stunned, thrilled to bits by this sweet, intelligent girl’s transformation into a tigress. But while I was happy to let her set the pace, I wasn’t about to let her take control. I figured that Louise’s mum had set a high standard when it came to the intensity of their lovemaking, and I was determined to equal or better that.

My tongue met hers, darting like a striking snake into my young lover’s mouth. Louise made a little squeaking sound that might have been surprise.

As we kissed, I put a hand to her conical breast. Her tits were absolutely flawless, putting me in mind of ice cream, of all things — a vanilla cone with a cherry on top.

I’d already made up my mind that if this youngster intended to play sex games, she’d have to run with the grownups. Grasping Louise’s left nipple, I gave it a pinch, then tugged it – not too roughly, just enough to make her gasp into my mouth, a hard shiver racing through the girl’s frame.

Shifting my attention to her other breast, I bent to take the tip of it between my lips, letting a hand trail down her body, over the soft belly and beyond.

As my fingers reached her baby-smooth mons, I sucked hard on her nipple, simultaneously flicking it with my tongue. Louise squealed and clutched my face to her chest. I could hear the frantic beatbeatbeat of her heart, so I figured I was at least equalling the high marks that Alex had set in bed with her daughter.

I slipped a finger into the narrow valley between her swollen labia, thrilled to discover how hot and juicy she was. No doubt about it, this thirteen-year-old nymph was primed and ready for action. Using my thumb to tease Louise’s clitoris, I slipped a finger into her cunt.

She didn’t need foreplay, not this time. That would come after she’d had her first climax. And if I had my way, it would quickly lead to a second one.

Her vagina was open, wet, and very tight. I pumped a finger in and out a few times before I curled it upward, seeking out the inner surface where her G-spot lurked. As I touched Louise there, I pressed my thumb firmly down on the clitoris, then gave her nipple a gentle bite.

Louise immediately went off in a wailing orgasm, her body bucking wildly. She wasn’t able to dislodge me, though, and I managed to keep pleasuring her until she was on the verge of coming again, blurting, “Holy fuck, holy fuck!” over and over.

Before she came too far off the boil, I shifted position so I was between her legs. Using my thumbs to spread the girl’s labia, dark pink and swollen with desire, I put my face to her wet pussy. I was gulping down her thick, sweet honey, trying to draw more out of her.

Focused as I was on the task at hand, it barely registered when I heard Alex’s voice. “Louise, kindly keep the noise down. I’m trying to sleep, and the neighbours probably are too!”

Louise breathlessly replied, “S-sorry, Mum. Oh God, oh God! Fuck, I’m… I’m… ”

She was bouncing around so much that I wrapped both arms around her thin, pale thighs to keep my mouth where it belonged – buried in her wet pussy.

I heard Alex sigh. “Guess I’m not getting any sleep until you two are finished. Don’t be doing this all night, okay?” I thought I could hear her padding away.

Wanting even more of my lover’s nectar, I drove my tongue into her cunt, using it as a scoop to get more. At the same time, I took her clit between finger and thumb, then gave it a gentle tweak.

That was sufficient to make Louise come again, and she was unable to stifle a cry of delight. That was when I heard Alex say, “My God… you two are so fucking hot together.”

Startled, I raised my head to see Louise’s mum standing nearby, watching us. All she wore was a skimpy pair of dark blue knickers, and her right hand was fiddling about inside them. She was watching me fuck her thirteen year old daughter, as cool as could be.

Never before had I had sex before an audience – let alone my lover’s mother.

Louise was panting heavily as Alex began to whimper, the woman’s eyes still riveted to us as she rapidly approached an orgasm of her own. It was a thrilling sight, especially knowing that she was reacting to the sight of her daughter and me getting hot and sweaty together.

Caught up in the moment’s rapture, Alex shuddered, swaying where she stood, still masturbating. She nearly lost balance at one point, but managed to right herself.

Now Louise was watching along with me as her mum’s ecstasy crested, then waned. Finally, Alex gave us a sleepy smile, then she padded over to where we lay, carefully seating herself on the bed. Raising her hand, she casually sucked at the glistening fingertips.

“That was sooo cool, Mum,” Louise murmured. “Love you…” She drifted into a contented yawn.

“I love you too, baby,” Alex said, patting her daughter’s bare hip.

I cuddled Louise’s sweat-drenched body to me, curling myself around her. She was already falling asleep.

“Well, good night,” Alex said, slowly rising to her feet. “Oh, and just so you know, Karin — tomorrow morning, it’s my turn.” With a wink, she turned and made her exit.

With a dozing Louise in my arms, I lay awake for a while, marvelling at this extremely odd situation I’d somehow stumbled into. I recall wondering how my poor lost Larissa would have felt about it. Maybe it was self-serving on my part, but I honestly believed that she would approve.

Not long after that, I drifted off.

***

As I began to awaken, I had a feeling of extreme confusion. I was in a single bed – how was that possible?

An image began to seep into my brain – the image of a naked body. It was a girl, slender and very young.

Louise! Suddenly, I was wide awake.

My little sex-kitten, however, was still very much asleep. No wonder – we’d fucked each other silly just a few hours earlier.

I slithered out of her bed, stretched my stiff limbs and padded my way to the kitchen, still naked.

Alex was already there, also naked, pouring a large glass of orange juice. She held up the bottle as an invitation.

I ought to have been embarrassed. I was face to face with a woman whose underage daughter I’d just made love to. I was also nude, and would normally have quickly concealed myself. But in this strange new world lesbian incest with underage girls was normal, my lack of clothing barely registered.

“Thanks,” I said, gratefully taking a glass of juice from Alex’s hand.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I began.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what?”

I pulled a chair from under the kitchen table and sat down heavily. “I don’t know – for having sex with your little girl, for keeping you awake… and anything else I might have done.”

She gave a merry laugh. “There’s no reason to apologise for fucking Louise – she wanted it, for God’s sake. Anyhow, I don’t believe you’re sorry at all.” She sat down opposite me. “As for the noise… well, you were a bit loud, but Louise was making the bloody walls shake.”

It was impossible for me not to chuckle.

“God, you really did get her off,” Alex said admiringly. Was she really complimenting me on how well I’d fucked her child?

“She must have fallen hard for you, Karin. I knew it when she asked you to take her picture. She would never let anybody photograph her like that, except me.” She paused, then added, “You do know that I brought you home so I could make a move on you, right? But Louise stole you right from under my nose.”

Something Louise had said came back to me. “She told me that we’re meant to be together, or something like that – as if it was already in the stars.”

“Don’t dismiss that notion. Louise does seem to have some sort of… sense for things. Not for seeing the future, as such – if she could do that, I’d have her picking race winners – but a… well, let’s call it a sensitivity to other people. When she says stuff like that, she’s more often right than not.”

Only a few days ago I would almost certainly have scoffed, but now it didn’t seem hard to believe.

Alex drained her glass, got up and placed it in the sink, then came back to me. “Come along, you.”

Stupid me, I looked up at her and said, “Huh?’

She gave me a grin that was practically feral. “I told you last night. My daughter may have nicked you from me yesterday… but it’s Mummy’s turn now, and I expect you to give me as good a fuck as Louise got.” She held out her hand to me, and I hesitantly took it.

Alex stood me up, plucked the glass from my hand and set it on the table. Then she kissed me.

I quickly realised that mother and daughter had very different approaches to kissing. Louise’s kisses were sweet but insistent, perfectly capturing the excitement of new love. She made me feel like the horny teen I once was. Alex kissed like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted: a hot, sweaty fuck. She was demanding, but sure enough of herself that she didn’t need to be aggressive.

When we finally drifted apart, Alex was wearing that bad-girl grin again. “Ready for more?” she purred.

“Lead the way,” I told her.

We travelled through the house to Alex’s bedroom. She didn’t bother with closing the door — just climbed onto the bed, drawing me down with her.

When we began to make love, neither of us took the lead. With Louise, first she’d made love to me, then I pleasured her. With Alex, though, it was a shared experience, taking and giving at the same time.

It was my first sexual experience with an adult woman. My lesbian history was limited, to say the least – I’d been with my virgin daughter, then I’d had the far more experienced Louise. As for Alex, it was clear that she knew what she was doing.

We soon found ourselves in a sixty-nine — but instead of using our mouths on each other’s cunts, we were indulging in a vigorous bout of finger-fucking, our movements growing more and more intense with each thrust.

It made no difference which of us began to peak first, because her climax fuelled mine and mine hers, and we came almost simultaneously, as if we’d planned it that way.

Afterwards, we lay in that same position, idly toying with each other’s still-tender pussy.

We shared a long, blissful silence, then Alex spoke up. “Karin, there’s something we need to discuss. It’s clear to me that my daughter really wants to be in a serious romantic relationship with you… and I feel pretty certain that you feel the same way.

“I want you to know that I’m fine with that, but… well, I’ll still want to make love with Louise, too.  She’s my daughter, after all.”

In the normal world, that statement would have been the height of irony. In Alex-Louise World, however, it was to be taken at face value.

“And I want to keep making love to you as well,” she added.

That seemed to make perfect sense as well — in Alex-Louise-Karin World, that is.

“Will you be able to handle that?”

My answer was immediate — although it surprised even me, just a little. “Alex, I can handle anything, as long as I have a home in Louise’s heart… and a place in her bed.”

“God, that is so sweet!” came a young voice.

My head jerked up like it was on a string. Sure enough, Louise was standing in the doorway. Needless to say, she wasn’t wearing a stitch. I was beginning to forget what she looked like with clothes on.

“How long h-have you been there?” I gasped. Apparently this mother/daughter pair not only enjoyed making love with one another, they also liked watching each other having it off with someone else.

Louise snickered, then declared, “Hey, at least I waited till you guys were done!”

Alex and I shared a glance, then we burst into laughter. Louise took advantage of our mirth to edge her way into the room.

“Mum?” she began, wearing a wistful expression. “Can I please cuddle with you guys now? If you’re finished, that is.”

Little minx, I thought.

“Silly girl,” Alex replied, gazing at her child with adoring eyes. “You know you can always get in bed with me, sweetheart. No matter what! But right now, we have a guest.” She turned to me. “What do you think, Karin? Want to make room for this sexy brat?”

“Hey! I’m not a brat!” Louise mock-scowled.

“Oh, the more, the merrier,” I answered, raising the blanket to welcome our young guest. “In you get, my sweet.”

“Cool!” Louise squealed. Clambering into position between us, she steadied herself by resting a hand in the middle of my chest. No sooner had she touched me, than she flinched as if she’d just received an electric shock.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Alex asked.

“Whoa… I had this, this funny feeling. It went all the way up my arm and into my chest,” the girl answered.

“You’d better not be having a heart attack, young lady,” said Alex.

“You know what I think, Karin?” Louise said, capturing me all over again with those deep blue eyes. “It was your daughter. She was connecting your heart to mine.”

I felt a surge of warmth that seemed to illuminate me from the inside. Drawing Louise to me, I kissed her tenderly. “You know, I’m sorry you never got to meet Larissa… something tells me that she would have loved you.” I kissed her again. “Almost as much as I do.”

“I love you too, Karin,” Louise whispered, nestling into my arms. Her steady breathing told me that she would soon be asleep. I felt Alex’s lips brush my cheek, then she too settled down.

Me, I lay still and quiet, cuddling my new lover, too much going on in my head to even think about sleep. Instead, I lost myself in memories of Larissa. Now, though, they didn’t hurt so much.

The End 

If you’ve enjoyed this story, check out the follow-up by the same author: Louise’s Portfolio.

Author’s Note: As always, I want to thank JetBoy for helping me to tell the story. His editing and suggestions made everything clearer and more complete.

by Karin Halle

My decision to pull up roots and move to a new city was made easily enough. The death of my daughter Larissa had left me with no reason or desire to stay where I was. Nothing remained but unhappy memories and an all-encompassing sadness. At the age of thirty-seven, I ached for a fresh start, a new life with nothing and nobody from my past.

The only thing that moving to a new location couldn’t fix was the hole in my heart – actually, it was a hole in my entire life.

Larissa’s passing at fourteen had left me devastated – and alone. My parents were long gone, and I was an only child, just as my daughter had been. Her father had not been in contact with either of us for years; in fact, he couldn’t have known that his child had died.

My friends all understood why I had to leave, and we vowed to keep in touch with each other. Well, everyone knows how those promises usually work out.

Having only myself to support, I didn’t need full-time employment, which made it fairly easy to obtain work in my new home town. The fact that it was a larger city also helped, and made finding an apartment with a single bedroom easy to arrange as well. The building was located in a lovely suburb, and for the first time in more than a year, I began to think of my life in the future tense. I even emailed a few friends from my old hometown to tell them how well I was doing.

I soon realised, however, that working part-time left me with too many idle hours, and I knew that sitting around in the little apartment that was now my home was an invitation to dwell on Larissa and how badly my heart still ached for her. After looking into the various options available to me, I decided to join a local art society.

It made perfect sense. Art had been one of my better subjects at school, so I wouldn’t have to start as a complete novice. That said, none of my own work from all those years ago still existed, so I had no portfolio of work to show the group. I did, at least, have drawings and a painting that my daughter had done. I was extremely proud of them… they were, along with photos of her, my most treasured possessions. Naturally, I showed them to the art society and was delighted that they attracted positive responses. All parents think that their kids are great artists, so it’s especially nice when the compliments come from somebody else.

Most members of the art society were seniors, who were only there for something to keep them occupied and enjoyed chatting as much as painting. Few of them were what I’d call capable artists. There was one notable exception, aside from the retired teacher who supervised our group: a woman in her mid-forties named Alex.

We hit it off right away. Alex told me that she was delighted to have a new member of the group who possessed even a hint of artistic talent. In fact, what she said was, “Thank goodness… somebody who knows which end of the brush to put the paint on!”

Although her assessment of the group was completely accurate, she had the good grace to say it after making sure she couldn’t be overheard. We shared a private chuckle.

A couple of weeks later, Alex suggested that we should have a bite together after class.

She took me to a quaint but superb little cafe, where we chatted almost exclusively about art. Once again, Alex expressed pleasure at being able to talk seriously about the subject with somebody, anybody.

Before we knew it, the evening was closing in. We agreed to split the bill and took out our wallets. Alex would put the whole thing on her card, and I’d give her cash for my half of the order. She handed the credit card to the waitress, who promptly set off with it.

Then Alex gave me a thoughtful look as if she was trying to decide something. After a moment, she reached into her handbag, bringing out a small manila envelope. From this, she extracted a piece of paper. For a moment she looked at it, then at me, finally handing it over.

It turned out to be a flier, an invitation to an art exhibition scheduled for the coming Friday. An exclusive art exhibition, according to the invitation. It was addressed to Alex, ‘and friend’.

I was thrilled that she had chosen to extend the invitation to me, seeing as we’d only known each other for a couple of weeks — and I told her so.

“Let me ask you something,” she said. “Do you consider yourself to be an open-minded person? About art, I mean?”

That puzzled me, but I tried not to let that show. “Well, when it comes to culture, I’m not easily offended,” I told her. “Why do you ask?”

Her answer was simple: “You’ll see.”

“What’s this exhibition about, then? Is it pornographic?”

Alex shrugged. “Pornography, art – the two are sometimes interchangeable. How do you distinguish one from the other? And who decides which is which? Using what criteria? I can say this, though — the exhibition is private because there are people out there who would object to it in a very big way. Without even seeing it!” She rolled her eyes.

I admitted to being curious and told Alex that I was adult enough to handle whatever the exhibition might feature.

“I’ll hold you to that!” she said with a grin.

Departing the coffee shop, we said our goodbyes. “See you Friday night, then,” Alex said. “Here, give me your address — I’ll pick you up!” I told it to her, and she typed it into her phone. We shared a brief hug, then went our separate ways.

That Friday evening, I’d just finished getting ready to leave when Alex phoned to confirm that she was waiting outside in a cab. Snatching up my handbag, I zipped downstairs, climbed in next to my new friend, and we were off.

The exhibition was taking place at a downtown gallery. The whole thing seemed to be very hush-hush, though — Alex actually had to show her invitation to a doorkeeper to be allowed to enter, then we saw him turn away a curious passerby in a very brusque fashion.

I noticed something curious right away: there were paintings on the walls, but the room was so dimly lit that we couldn’t really see them. In fact, the only real light came from a doorway on the opposite side. Alex led me in that direction.

“This part of the gallery is closed,” she murmured, placing a hand on my arm. “We’re here for the after-hours showing in the downstairs space.” Sure enough, we descended a flight of stairs, then entered a room at the bottom. As we passed through the door, a waitress handed us each a glass of champagne.

This room proved to be another gallery, smaller than the first, also adorned with frames. Unlike the first gallery, the frames in this room all contained photographs rather than paintings. Most of the pictures were quite large, with some in black and white, others in colour.

There was a theme that tied the collection together: all the photos were of naked girls, their ages ranging from children to teenagers. The poses ran the gamut from fairly modest to very explicit.

Some of the models were turned partly away from the camera, some deployed their hands for modesty, some were staged so their private parts weren’t on display.

At the other end of the spectrum were shots that could easily have graced the pages of adult magazines, were it not for the ages of the models.

These girls showed absolute confidence in the way they posed, displaying a natural ease in front of the camera despite their nudity. There were even a few photographs in which the models were touching themselves.

I was entranced — aroused, even. True, these images were sexual, because they depicted the female body in such an intimate way. At the same time, they were anything but pornographic, no matter how explicit the various poses were. They excited the heart as much as the libido. At least, that was my opinion.

An opinion, I realised, that might not be entirely objective. These images were touching something deep inside me, something sweet and mysterious. I thought all the models looked beautiful, of course – there were different ages, from skinny kids to fully developed teens; some girls had fair hair and others dark; there were different skin hues, a wide variety of facial expressions…

Yet somehow, nearly every one of them reminded me of Larissa. I don’t mean that they physically resembled her, though a few of them did. It was more of a spiritual thing.

That’s when it struck me that my Larissa had never posed for a nude photograph. My heart seemed to stop in mid-beat as that sank in.

When my daughter and I made love, not long before her death, I was responding to her most heartfelt wish: to experience physical pleasure with a woman. I hadn’t even known that Larissa was gay… and I’d never had a lesbian experience of my own, not until then. Oh, I fought the idea at first, but gave in because it was my baby girl’s final wish. And it turned out to be the most beautiful, fulfilling sexual experience of my life.

I missed Larissa terribly, ached inside from the loss of my precious daughter. But I also secretly longed for my fourteen-year-old lover, the one whose last name was the same as mine.

A few weeks after her funeral, I brought myself to a frantic orgasm while thinking of that wondrous night, when Larissa and I had shared our bodies, our souls. I remembered how perfectly she’d fitted into my arms; the sweet scent of her skin; the taste of her mouth, her sex, her rosebud; the music of her cries when I’d made her come.

Then I recalled how my daughter had pleasured me. How could I even begin to describe that experience, how incredible it is to be taken as a lover by the girl I’d given life to? At first, I had been reluctant to do these things with Larissa, but as we lay together afterward, our bare bodies entwined, I felt no guilt at all.

I thought of all these things while fingering myself… then afterward I wept, ashamed for having used my lost daughter as a masturbation fantasy.

That didn’t keep me from doing the same thing a week later. And a few days after that, I made myself come twice, lost in erotic visions of my sweet Larissa. By then, I was reconciled to this fierce need of mine, even if it made me somewhat uneasy. By the end of the month, even that discomfort was gone.

My friends told me I needed to start dating again, to find myself a boyfriend. But I didn’t want a new lover, whether male or female. I wanted my daughter back. And even though that wasn’t going to happen, I had the impressions of our lovemaking to sustain me.

Now I was looking at photos of naked young girls, dozens of them, wishing that I’d had the foresight to immortalise Larissa in the same way.

I wished for a photograph like the ones in this display, so other people could admire her and see how perfect she was. Perhaps even in an especially revealing pose, like some of these were. Not that Larissa was any kind of exhibitionist, but she was very much like the girls in these images, comfortable in her own body.

My eyes were misting up. Until then, the idea of taking a nude snapshot of my child had never occurred to me, even after we’d been intimate together… now, I wanted one so badly it hurt.

“Well, what do you think?” Until Alex spoke, I’d totally forgotten that she was there.

“Honestly, I’m still trying to work out what I think,” I told her.

Alex frowned slightly.  “You’re not offended, are you?”

“No,” I assured her. “Definitely not. I’m just trying to get the right words.” I moved over to study another photo, this one a girl of eleven or twelve lying on her side, barely concealing her vulva with a hand. “This show could be closed down, couldn’t it? If there was a complaint, I mean. So many of these models are underage!”

Alex looked at me evenly. “Some people – wowsers – would call this child pornography. Others would argue that the human body can never be offensive, that it’s always beautiful. That it’s the ultimate art. Especially children.” She paused. “So, I’ll ask again: what do you think?”

“As photography goes, these are all superb. They’re all really artistic — the poses, the lighting… everything. And the models are all… well, they’re perfect.”

I walked over to one particular photograph. In glorious natural colour, it depicted a girl lying back with her legs apart and comfortably showing herself, without a trace of hair to obscure her mons. She appeared to be in her teens – only just – so the lack of pubes probably meant that she was shaved. Her breasts supported my estimate of her age – they were small, but perfectly conical.

“Take this one,” I said. “She’s beautiful and she knows it, and she’s not afraid to let other people know it too. It looks like she wants the viewer – everybody, really — to appreciate what she has. I’m sure she shares your opinion that the human body is always beautiful.”

“I’m so glad you like it,” a woman’s voice purred behind me. As I turned, the woman was addressing my friend. “Good of you to come, Alex.”

“No way would I miss this, Deanna. You know that.” Alex introduced us – it turned out that Deanna was the owner of the gallery and the curator of the collection.

We spoke for a few minutes before Deanna excused herself to speak to other guests. As she walked away, Alex broke into a big grin. “You really impressed her, with what you said about the model.”

“It wasn’t all that insightful,” I said.

“Nevertheless, you’re right. This girl really does think the human body is a thing of beauty. She’s always had that outlook.” She paused. “Her name is Louise… she’s my daughter.”

I had just then taken a sip of my champagne, and it spurted from my mouth.

Alex giggled. “How gauche,” she mock-scolded. “Would you like to meet her? She’s here somewhere.” She looked around the room, spotted someone and raised her hand to wave.

Sure enough, the girl from the photograph came over, went up on tippy-toe to kiss her mother on the cheek, then offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Louise,” she said. “You must be Karin, right?”

I took her hand and murmured “I am,” which was the only thing I could think of to say. My God… she was even lovelier in person.

“Darling, Karin was saying how beautiful she thinks you are.”

“Really? Oh, thank you!” To my utter surprise, she sounded not merely genuine but actually surprised that somebody would say something like that to her. “Makeup and lighting help a lot, you know. Stuff like that can make a big difference,” she said with a sincerity that I found amazing.

When I told her that she looked just as beautiful now, without all the photographer’s tricks, she actually blushed.

“Honey, there’s another shot of you around here,” Alex said. “Do you know where that one is?”

Louise took her mother and I each by the hand and led us to a wall with works we hadn’t yet viewed.

In this photograph, also in colour, Louise was standing, her body side on to the viewer, an arm raised as if she was reaching for something. Unlike the other photograph, in which everything she had was on view, this pose concealed her breasts and sex.

“I like the other one more,” Louise asserted, shaking her head. “This pose is too artificial – in the other one I look more natural.”

“Did you take these, then?” I asked Alex.

Louise answered before her mother could. “Yes.”

“How old are you?” Although I was asking Louise, I was facing Alex.

“Thirteen,” Alex replied. “I’ll be fourteen in a few weeks.” I know that it’s an important distinction when you’re that age.

“My goodness!” I gasped. “You’re younger than my daughter!”

“You have a daughter?” Louise enthused, presumably thinking of a potential new friend.

“I had a daughter,” I corrected her. “She died recently. She was fourteen.”

Louise went from elated to horrified in an instant. “Oh my God, no! That’s awful! Oh, I’m so, so sorry.” Looking as if she was about to burst into tears, she flung both arms around me. Embracing me tightly, she whispered, “I’m so sorry!” three or four times.

Not knowing how to reply, I simply patted her on the back.

Apparently Alex hadn’t known of my loss either – it had never come up in our conversation, it seems. She too was full of apologies. “Jesus, Karin, I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have brought you here. Can you forgive me?”

I had to look over Louise’s shoulder to speak to Alex. “There’s nothing to forgive. You said it yourself — you didn’t know.” I had to take a breath, briefly overwhelmed by memories that were simultaneously wonderful and painful. “It’s okay. Really it is.”

Although my assurances were sincere, the atmosphere at the exhibition had changed in a big way for the three of us. Alex knew it, too. “Come on. We’ll go back to my place. You two get a taxi and I’ll apologise to Deanna. I’ll be right with you.”

I protested – to Alex’s back. Meanwhile, Louise, having disentangled herself from me, was already leading me back to the door that led to the other gallery and, from there, the door to the street. Alex caught up with us just as her daughter flagged a cab down.

Once Alex had given the driver her address, I said, “Really, there’s no need — I don’t want to drag you away from the show…”

“Don’t you worry about it,” Alex told me. “I told Deanna that you suddenly felt unwell, which wasn’t much of a lie. And she’s used to me being flighty.” She laughed. “I always have been.”

I’m sure I looked confused, because she added, “She’s my sister. At least I put in an appearance.”

As we rode to Alex’s place, Louise hesitantly began to ask me questions about Larissa. Alex quickly shushed her daughter, but I said, “I don’t mind talking about her. In fact, I’m grateful for the chance to tell someone how wonderful she was.”

I was surprised to hear myself saying those words. After her passing, I’d always avoided speaking about my daughter. If anyone asked if I had children, my usual response was a terse “No.” But something about Alex and Louise made me want to share my thoughts and impressions of Larissa, to see her through my eyes.

At the small home Alex and her daughter shared, they led me to their living room. Louise promptly made an exit, announcing, “I’m going to get changed.”

“Hang that dress up carefully,” Alex called after her. From what I had observed of Louise, I was sure she always took good care of the blue dress she had been wearing. It was obviously expensive.

A few minutes later, two things happened. Alex handed me a glass of wine, and Louise returned — only now, she was stark naked.

“Honey,” Alex scolded. “Guest!” She indicated me with a sharp gesture of her thumb.

“Oh, Mum… It’s all right with you, isn’t it Karin? You don’t mind if I’m naked, do you?”

Having seen all her charms on open display at the gallery, I figured that refusing to let her be naked now would be rather hypocritical.

“It doesn’t bother me,” I told her, “but it’s not up to me. It’s your mother’s decision.”

“Mum doesn’t mind me being naked,” Louise declared as she sat down on the sofa. “Do you, Mum?”

“She’s always in the altogether around the house,” Alex explained with a wry grin. “The only reason she puts clothes on to go out is because she has to.”

“We were born without clothes, so it’s totally normal,” Louise added.

I glanced in her direction. Sitting down, she had rearranged herself and was now seated with one leg tucked under the other. This put her vulva on display, almost as clearly as it had been in the photograph.

Louise noticed me looking at her and smiled. “Would you like to take my picture, Karin?” she asked.

“Not now, sweetheart,” Alex said. “We just got here — let her relax.”

“We’re home a lot earlier than we expected, though,” Louise pointed out. “It’s not like any of us are worn out, right? Let’s do something fun!” My daughter had been the same — an expert at persuading grownups to go along with her ideas.

Alex looked at me. Surprising myself, I answered, “I’m fine with it.”

With a shrug, Alex opened a cabinet, from which she carefully extracted a very expensive-looking camera and a folding tripod.  She quickly set up the apparatus, then announced, “If it’s okay with you two, I’m going to have myself a long, hot, soothing bath.”

Before she could leave, I piped up, “I don’t know how to use this thing!”

Alex came back. She pulled off the lens cap, looked through a viewfinder on top of the camera and moved the tripod slightly. She peered through the viewfinder once more, then adjusted the focus of the lens.

“There. All setup. You can’t go wrong. All you have to do is push the button.” She took a remote control unit from the bottom of the camera and pressed a red button. A green light appeared on the remote controller. “Green button… picture taken.” She pointed to a screen on the remote. “That’s the image monitor. Use the yellow button to save the image. Any questions, ask Louise. Any more questions, you’ll have to work it out for yourselves. Now, if there’s nothing else…”

Alex vanished through the doorway. I looked at Louise, dumbfounded, and she grinned back. A moment later, the sound of running water could be heard.

“I’m rea-dy…” Louise sang, relaxing into her seat.

What else could I do? My heart raced as I stood and slowly approached the mounted camera.

When I bent to look into the viewfinder, I almost fainted. Alex had aimed the lens directly between her daughter’s thighs, and focussed the zoom to get a close-up of Louise’s pussy.

Telling myself It’s just a test shot, I picked up the remote device and pushed the green button. A close-up of Louise’s sex appeared on the monitor. My hand shook as I pressed the yellow button. Even on the little monitor it was apparent, very apparent, that Louise’s pussy was wet. What was going on here?

I looked up at Louise. She was smiling prettily, almost making me want to adjust the camera to take her portrait. Those sapphire eyes of hers seemed to penetrate my soul.

There was no doubt that she could read me like a book, sensing the confused arousal that I felt. Her smile slowly turned into a cheeky grin as she reached down and spread her labia open with two fingers, revealing the inner flesh of her vagina.

No longer thinking in any way like a responsible adult, I stared into the viewfinder. It showed various shades of pink, glistening with wetness. I was trembling where I stood, trying not to let it show.

I pushed the green button, then pushed the yellow button.

Another peek at Louise… her expression was positively gleeful, like a child with a new toy. When she saw me looking again, she reached down with the other hand to push back the hood of her clit.

The green button, followed by the yellow button.

My head was spinning. I heard Louise say, “I can put a finger inside, but then all you would see in the picture is my hand. You couldn’t see my pussy properly.”

I didn’t respond, but she had a suggestion. “If you like, you can come over here and touch me yourself, then take the picture with the remote.” Her eyes were dancing with mischief.

The sheer lewdness of her proposal quickly jerked me back to reality. Just minutes earlier, I’d attended an art exhibition that, in a legal sense, featured child pornography. Now there I was, creating kiddie-porn of my own.

Fearful that my legs would buckle under me, I sat down heavily in a nearby chair. “What the hell is this?” I gasped. “Wh-what are you doing?”

That sweet smile reappeared on Louise’s lips. “I enjoy being naked. I love showing myself off. And I love to shock people. Especially pretty ladies like you.”

“But… why would you want to shock me?”

She rose and, moving as elegantly as a gazelle, padded over to where I sat. “Mum likes you. She said that you’re intelligent and kind and have a beautiful soul… and that you’re very sad. I think she wanted to give you a…. a bit of a jolt.”

I had to laugh in spite of myself. “Well, if that’s what she was trying to do, she sure succeeded!”

Louise offered her hand, which I took, then she gently guided me to my feet. “Come with me.”

When I managed to speak, it came out as a croak: “Where?”

“I can’t take your pain away, but maybe I can help you to forget it for a while..”

Submitting meekly, I allowed Louise to lead me through the house until we reached her bedroom. She sat on the bed, then tugged on my hand until I sat down beside her.

I was afraid to look at her, frightened of what I might see in those eyes… then soft lips brushed my neck, and the warm tip of her tongue trailed a pathway up to my earlobe, which she nibbled.

Oh my God, oh my God…  is this really happening? I was intensely aroused — and terrified.

“We can’t do this,” I whispered, afraid that Alex would hear if I spoke too loudly. “Your…your mum…”

“She won’t mind,” Louise murmured. Her hand now rested on my thigh.

I was both surprised, yet not surprised – in the world inhabited by Alex and Louise, it seemed that just about anything was possible.

Louise suddenly moved to straddle my lap, a look on her face that was almost a challenge. “We’ve made love, you know,” she said. “Mum and I, I mean. Many times.”

I felt certain she knew, somehow, that I had no right to criticise Louise or her mother for that.

For the first time, I admitted it out loud. “I made love to my daughter, too.”

Louise placed her hand in the middle of my chest. “You gave her the deepest love possible, gave her pleasure. And it gave you pleasure, too, to make her feel that way. Didn’t it?”

Rendered mute, I nodded.

“And then she gave her love to you. She loved you with her body and her soul. It’s the greatest gift that a girl can share with her mother… and it made you both incredibly happy. Am I right?”

Her words struck me to the core. With difficulty, I found my voice. “How can you know that? How can you possibly know that?” I was shaking, on the verge of tears.

“I’m sensitive,” she replied. “That’s what Mum calls it. I can sense your feelings. I’m not a mind reader, so I don’t know your daughter’s name, but I can feel your emotions.” She paused. “You were… close to her, I can tell that. Closer than most mums are with their daughters.”

“We — we were close, yes,” I mumbled. Even as I struggled with memories of Larissa, the scent of Louise and the warmth of her body were playing games with my head.

“I can see that… but I didn’t know for sure that you were lovers. I thought maybe you wanted to be her lover, but never got the chance.” Her silken arms twined their way around my neck, and she nestled into my lap.

Overcome by a need to explain, I told her, “Larissa was going to die, and she wanted t-to experience what it was like to make love. I didn’t know until then that — that she was gay. There was no one else to help her, no one! Just me. All that mattered was making my little girl happy. So I went to bed with her… even though it wasn’t right.”

“Of course it was right. Sex is a wonderful thing – for us humans. It isn’t an urge, like with other animals. It’s something we can choose, and enjoy, and use to give somebody else lovely feelings. Sex is actually a gift from nature. A beautiful gift.” Her lips grazed my cheek.

“It was beautiful,” I confessed, suddenly wanting Louise to know everything. “I thought I was just giving my daughter what she wanted… but it was so good, making love to her. I never knew sex could be like that!”

“Was it your only time together?”

I shook my head. “It was our only night together. We… did it several more times before the sun came up. The next day… we never discussed it, but there was a sort of, of silent agreement between us that it was a one-time thing.” I sighed heavily. “She died two days later.”

“Oh, my. That is sad.” Louise shifted a bit, still resting in my lap. “I’m not squashing you, am I?”

“No, not at all,” I replied. “Here’s the thing, though. A few weeks after she was gone, I started having these fantasies about Larissa. Sex fantasies. One night, I got myself off, remembering the things we did.”

“Hmmm. Interesting.”

“I felt ashamed of myself afterward, too. But the next time… well, it didn’t feel as bad. Or the times after that. Now, well, I guess I’ve become obsessed with her, with what we had on that one night.” I couldn’t hold back a sob, couldn’t keep that first tear from falling. “God what a fucked-up mess I am. First I had sex with my own daughter, then I f-fell in love with her. And now — now she’s g-gone forever…” And just like that, I was crying.

I felt gentle hands lift my face, then I was staring into Louise’s soulful eyes. “Listen to me, Karin,” she began. “You are a good person. You made your daughter’s last wish come true, even though you felt it was wrong to do. Then it turned out to be a beautiful experience.

“Now she’s gone, and you miss her something awful. Why wouldn’t you miss making love with her, too? You weren’t wrong to give her what she wanted… and it doesn’t make you bad to wish you could be with her that way again.

I clumsily wiped my face. “Most people wouldn’t agree with you. They’d call me a disgusting pervert.”

Louise rolled her eyes. “Oh, society. What do they know?” She giggled. “It’s funny – the most natural things in the world are nakedness and sex. And they’re the things that are the most… forbidden.’

I felt it necessary to shake my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts. “You’re a marvel, Louise. How did you get so… so wise?”

Louise smiled. “Mum says I have an old soul.”

She leaned close and kissed me, her lips touching the corner of my mouth. At the same time she reached behind to pull down the zip of my dress.

I knew I should stop her, or at least protest, but I was distracted by those lovely kisses, which grew increasingly heated as Louise undressed me. Before long, I found myself naked — and by then, it was too late to stop.

As we lay down together the kisses continued, our tongues now coming into play. I felt fingers caressing my pussy.

“You’re so wet!” Louise announced. “You really need this, don’t you?”

“More than you can imagine,” I moaned. “You’re like — medicine for my soul.”

“Medicine for the soul. I like that,” she said. Her touch was so gentle that it was barely there, but it was so, so unbelievably arousing. Not that I needed to be aroused any further.

Oh God – it felt as if my clit was being brushed by a rose petal.

I could feel that blissful pressure building up inside me, my limbs beginning to tremble. So soon? She’d scarcely even begun!

It was coming, though — and then it was upon me before I had time to draw a decent breath. I wailed as an immense orgasm consumed me completely.

Only once before had I felt anything this powerful – that had been when my daughter and I had made love that first time.

Gasping and sobbing and trembling, I rode out a series of climaxes, gradually drifting back to Earth. My chest felt as if it had been struck with a mallet, though at least I was able to breathe again.

My fists had just unclenched when I heard a voice. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Goodnight, Karin.”

“G’night, Mum. You can come join us tomorrow morning. Will that be okay?”

“That’ll be good, baby.”

When I heard a door close across the hall, I sat up, staring at Louise. “What the fuck?”

She shrugged. “Mum wanted to be with you. But I couldn’t help myself! I could feel it when we met today – you and I were meant to be together.”

I was almost afraid of what the answer would be, but still had to ask. “And in the morning? What happens then?”

“You get to be with Mum. You want her, too — don’t you?”

I stopped to think. Did I? Before, I’d only thought of Alex as a friend. But now that the possibility existed of taking her as a lover, I realised that yes, damn it, I did want her. Maybe I always had.

“Well, um, yes. I guess I do.”

Louise grinned. “Cool! She has to share you with me, though. I’m gonna be your real girlfriend.”

“B-but you’re only thirteen!” I feebly protested.

“Doesn’t matter. Anyhow, I’ll be fourteen soon.”

Did that make a difference? Actually, I wasn’t interested in thinking about it right then.

It was far more important to give Louise the same pleasure she had given me. Or at least try.

Reaching for this exquisite child, I drew her into my arms. I rolled onto my back, so her naked form was stretched out atop mine. “Well, if you’re going to be my girlfriend, I guess I should make it official, huh?”

“I’m cool with that,” she replied, her eyes dancing excitedly.

My mouth found hers, and we fell into a hot, hungry kiss.

This Way to Part Two!

By JB West

For helpful information about the main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales.

Part 1 – Jackpot

On Tuesday morning, Rachel woke up feeling so excited about the night to come that she was practically vibrating. Scenario after scenario of how the evening might unfold danced through her head while she got herself ready for the day ahead. She’d been tempted to masturbate in the shower but willed herself not to, wanting to ride the wave of her desire until she could share its release with the other women and, hopefully, the girls. It would be a long day spent fighting her libido, but Rachel felt certain that it would be worth the wait. Thankfully, she had a full day of party prep to help distract her.

After breakfast, the rest of the morning was spent on tidying the house and doing laundry. Rachel kept a couple of changes of clothes at Kim’s house in case of an unexpected overnight stay, but after four days both she and Emily were out of clean underwear and their shirts and pants weren’t exactly pristine. So, she let Kim know that she’d be making a quick trip home to pick up some fresh clothes, then running a couple of other errands.

“While you’re out,” Kim said, wearing an enigmatic smile, “can you pick something up for me? It’s for the sleepover.”

“What, more food? We’ve already got enough for a small army — enough for two ravenous little girls, even!”

Kim handed Rachel a piece of paper. “This is a surprise. I need you to go here,” pointing to the top of the sheet, then trailing her finger down the page, “and pick up these items… along with anything else you see there that tickles your fancy.” Producing her credit card, she gave that to her sister. “Pay for it with this… I don’t want Michael seeing it on your statement.”

Studying the list, Rachel broke into an enormous grin. “Oh, my baby sister… you do have the best ideas.” She folded the piece of paper, stuffed it into her pocket. “I’m on it.”

Around eleven o’clock, Rachel set off. It took her just under an hour to drive from Greenfield to her home in the city. She felt a little nervous about encountering her husband after all the incredible things that had happened to her over the past few days, but knew that if she played it cool and acted like she was still the same Rachel from four days ago then everything would be fine.

As luck would have it, she found the house empty upon her arrival. Rachel phoned her husband, who told her that he’d taken their son to a matinee at the ballpark.

Rachel immediately felt a great sense of relief. She didn’t like lying to Michael, and although she didn’t regret her actions of the past few days, Rachel knew that she would eventually have to come clean about her lesbian affair. The fact that she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye right then, however, was a small gift from the universe.

After ending the call, Rachel proceeded to pack a small travel bag with a couple sets of clean clothes for Emily and herself. At Kim’s house, she’d been sleeping in a t-shirt and panties, and while that sufficed for most nights, she wanted to wear something special for the sleepover. Looking through her lingerie drawer, Rachel soon found exactly what she wanted. She knew that as soon as Deena saw her — hell, as soon as any of the ladies at the party that evening saw her — they’d be floored by how sexy she could be.

Rachel left her home around twelve-thirty and proceeded to drive across town to what was usually referred to as the red-light district of the city. The area was not especially seedy but had a wild reputation, being home to a large number of nightclubs, bars, gentlemen’s clubs and the small shop that was next on Rachel’s list of errands.

She parked in the public lot across the street and got out, making sure to lock the car. As she approached the small, two-story building, Rachel noticed that there were windows on the storefront that served as showcases for a variety of the products they sold. One window featured brightly-colored sex toys, while another showed off a selection of whips, paddles and handcuffs. The last window Rachel passed before arriving at the entrance featured several mannequins, dressed in everything from skimpy lingerie to full suits of black leather bondage gear. Hanging on the wall on the opposite side of the door was one last display case, similar in size to a poster box on the outer wall of a movie theater. It contained a bright neon sign with the store’s logo: RIKKI’S, spelled out in red neon, with hearts for the dots over the I’s. ADULT BOUTIQUE appeared below in blue.

Taking a quick glance around to ensure that no one she knew was in the vicinity, Rachel entered the store and stopped in her tracks, surprised by what she saw. She’d never been in this store before — in fact, she’d never been in any sex shop, period — so Rachel had no idea what to expect, but for some reason she’d always assumed that such a place would be dimly lit, smell funny and be full of creepy guys who avoided eye contact with everyone. In fact, it was none of these things. The store was clean and brightly lit, there was relaxed piano jazz playing in the background, and most importantly, there weren’t any creeps to be seen. In fact, the only other customers that she saw were a couple, a man and a woman, who were browsing one of the video aisles.

Noticing a small stand of plastic shopping baskets near the door, Rachel grabbed one and took out the list Kim had given her. As she perused the aisles checking out the merchandise, a woman with a price gun approached her. She was taller than Rachel by a few inches, with jet black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. The woman had multiple piercings in each ear, and a bar through her septum. Her arms were covered from wrists to shoulders in tattoos, and she wore leather bands with shiny silver studs around her wrists. She had on a pair of tight black jeans and a black tank top with the store’s logo printed in pink. Her name tag read ROCHELLE.

“Hi there.” The woman said in a pleasantly melodic voice. “Anything I can help you find today?” Rachel spied a flash of steel as the woman spoke, indicating that her tongue was pierced as well.

Once again, Rachel was caught off guard by the sheer normalcy of the situation. “Um…n-no. I’m still looking, but I think I’m finding everything I need.”

“Great,” The woman said with a warm smile. “Well, if you need any assistance… I’ll be around.” Rachel watched Rochelle as she turned and walked away, seizing the opportunity to check out her shapely ass as she made her way to the front of the store. There she took a seat behind the register and set to work pricing a stack of blu-rays.

For the next several minutes Rachel continued to browse, eventually finding all the things she wanted. As she placed each item into the basket, she imagined how it would be used — and by whom. By the time she was done shopping, Rachel was nearly ready to burst from her pent-up desires, but also knew that she was only a few hours away from being able to achieve the release she hungered for.

The shopping basket was chock-full and fairly heavy by the time she was done, so it made an audible thump as Rachel plunked it down on the checkout counter.

The employee Rachel had spoken to a few minutes earlier had her back turned, but quickly spun around she heard the sound of the basket, her eyes widening as she took in its contents.

“Looks like you found everything you need,” the woman said. “And then some!” she added, giving Rachel a quick wink.

“Um, yes. Thank you.” Rachel replied, now feeling a bit self-conscious.

As she rang up the purchases, the woman transferred each item from the basket into a plain brown paper bag. Rachel watched closely the whole time and noticed Rochelle smile upon seeing several of the toys. It was obvious to Rachel that she had first hand experience with a number of them, and imagining that only added more fuel to the fire that was raging inside of her.

When she’d placed the last piece into the bag, Rochelle looked up at Rachel. “Forgive me for asking,” she began, “And feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but what exactly does one woman need with…” she glanced at the computer screen. “$753.67 worth of dildos and lube?” A coy smile crossed the woman’s face.

Rachel chuckled. Was this hip young woman actually flirting with her? “I’m… well, I’m co-hosting a party tonight for… for a group of friends.” Reaching into her purse, she took out Kim’s card and handed it to the woman. “And I — I mean we, actually… we just wanted to make sure that there’d be enough, er, party favors to go around.”

“I see,” the woman replied, with a knowing wink. Taking the credit card from Rachel, she added, “I’ll need to see an I.D. Just because it’s such a big purchase, you know.”

“Oh, sure.” Without thinking, Rachel took out her driver’s license and passed it to the woman.

Rochelle glanced at the license, frowned, then consulted the credit card again. “Er… these names don’t match.”

“Oh, my goodness! I-I-I’m so sorry about that.” Rachel stammered. “It’s my sister’s card.”

“Your sister?” The woman had an incredulous look on her face.

“Look, here’s what’s going on. Kim gave me her card to buy this stuff with. This list” — she brandished the piece of paper — “is hers. She figured it would be a bad idea for the name of this store to show up on my credit card statement — you know, where my husband could see it.” Rachel smiled at the woman, hoping that she wouldn’t cancel the sale or, God forbid, assume she was some kind of con artist.

“We could call her if you’d like,” Rachel quickly added, taking her phone out, quickly bringing up her contact list to show the woman Kim’s name.

“Let me get this straight,” Rochelle said. “You’re using your sister’s credit card that she lent you to buy hundreds of dollars worth of sex toys for a party you’re co-hosting with her for a group of friends that’s taking place tonight. And you don’t want your husband to find out.”

Rachel nodded but remained silent. She almost felt like a kid again, getting lectured by a teacher for misbehaving in class.

“Okay,” The woman said as she let out a bewildered sigh. “I just have one question.”

Rachel nervously smiled again, hoping against hope that she wasn’t about to be called out on her story. Rochelle broke into a huge smile, and she laughed. “What’s a girl gotta do to get invited to this party?”

Rachel breathed a quick sigh of relief. She joined the woman in her laughter, though not without a pang or regret. As attractive as the woman was, Rachel knew that tonight could only involve those who were already on the guest list. After all, if things went as she and Kim hoped they would, tonight would be the night that their little girls became a part of the complicated, intimate relationship they already shared with Deena and Cassidy.

“I’m sorry, but tonight is for close friends and family only.” Rachel said. “But… in the future… maybe…”

Rochelle looked a little disappointed, but her expression quickly changed as she reached out to take Rachel’s phone from her hand. Quickly adding her info to Rachel’s contacts list, she handed the phone back and said, “My girlfriends call me Rikki.”

Quickly putting two and two together, Rachel realized that she was talking to the owner and proprietor of the store. She held her phone up so she could snap a quick photo of Rikki to accompany her contact information.

“Say cheese,” Rachel said. Rikki smiled and posed for the camera, then just as Rachel was about to snap the photo she pulled her tank top down to expose her left breast, the fleshy nub of the nipple pierced by a stainless steel barbell.

Rachel let out a small but audible groan of frustration, knowing that if she hung around much longer she’d end up giving in to her sudden desire for this sexy creature. Instead, she babbled some excuse about running behind schedule and having many more errands to run before the party.

“Nice to meet you, sweet stuff,” Rikki purred. “Drop by again some time.”

“I — I will,” Rachel promised. Seizing her bag of purchases, she nearly ran out of the shop, her cunt throbbing.

Rachel hurried across the street and jumped into her vehicle. An instant after closing the door, she was pawing at her pussy through her jeans. It took every ounce of will power she possessed to stop herself from just letting go and masturbating to an explosive climax right then and there.

Rachel took several deep breaths, struggling to calm herself. She really did have more errands to run, that wasn’t just her excuse to leave the shop, but she felt unable to drive safely in her current state. Instead, she focused on her breathing, feeling the air flow in and out, in and out, in and out — again and again until she felt like herself. That’s when Rachel noticed how wet she was.

It wouldn’t do to go to the grocery store with what threatened to become a damp patch on her jeans, so that needed to be dealt with. Rachel found some tissues in her bag to wipe herself, and a panty liner to ensure that any more leakage would be contained.

After a furtive glance at her surroundings, Rachel unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down as far as she could, along with her panties, then reached for a wad of tissues. And that was when she had a deliciously wicked idea.

Meanwhile, in the store, Rikki had gone back to work. She’d just finished pricing the stack of blu-rays when her phone chimed. Plucking it from her back pocket, she saw that it was a video message. Thumbing the play button, Rikki was amazed by what she saw.

The video starts on a closeup of the woman’s face, but quickly zooms out as the phone is pulled back. The woman is sitting in the driver’s seat of a vehicle and appears to be in some kind of distress, based on the flush of her cheeks and the ragged breaths that come in quick intervals. The camera starts to slowly pan down — past her neck, then her breasts, her exposed belly, and finally to her hand, which is firmly planted between the woman’s legs, concealing her pubis.

Rikki can still hear the ragged breathing, but now it’s accompanied by the familiar sound of fingers rapidly sloshing in and out of a dripping wet pussy. Rikki watches in wonder as the woman lifts her hand up and away from her vulva, trailing a thick line of gooey cream. The camera pans back up to the woman’s face, and Rikki can only stare as her last customer sucks the glistening fingers into her mouth. The woman moans, her eyes rolling blissfully as she savors the texture and flavor of her juices.

The camera pulls back once more, and the woman looks straight into it. “I can’t wait to taste you like that,” she moans. She then gives a quick wink and the video ends.

Rikki stood in stunned silence for a moment, then started the video again. This time she paid attention to the woman’s surroundings, quickly realizing that the car was in the lot just across the street.

Racing to the front door of the shop, Rikki burst out onto the sidewalk just in time to see Rachel pulling out of the lot. As the vehicle moved past, the two women made eye contact. Rachel blew Rikki a kiss, then sped off down the street.

An awed Rikki shook her head, grinning foolishly. “Damn. I think I just hit the jackpot.”

Part 2 – A Circle of Trust

Cassidy and Deena arrived at Kim’s house just before seven o’clock. All afternoon and into the evening, dark clouds had been steadily gathering in the sky, and as the couple pulled into the driveway a large crack of thunder boomed overhead and the heavens opened up, unleashing torrential rainfall. They sat in the car for a minute, hoping that they could wait out the initial cloudburst, but the storm showed no sign of letting up any time soon. After another minute and a brief conversation about their best course of action, they decided to make a dash for the front door.

Inside, Kim, Rachel and the girls were in the kitchen preparing dinner when they heard the doorbell. The girls each let out an excited yelp, then sprinted for the door. Opening it, they found Cassidy and Deena huddled together, both soaked to the bone, already shivering from the icy rain.

Kim and Rachel had followed closely behind their daughters, equally excited that Cassidy and Deena had arrived, but when confronted by the bedraggled state of the two women, they gasped in dismay. Fortunately, Cassidy and Deena saw the comedy in the situation, immediately breaking into fits of laughter, and within seconds everyone had joined in. Rachel hastened to the small bathroom just off the kitchen and grabbed a couple of thick towels so Cassidy and Deena could dry themselves.

“We almost drowned out there,” Cassidy said, still chuckling as she handed the overnight bag she was carrying to Kim, then accepted the towel Rachel offered.

“Yeah,” Deena agreed. “I mean, we brought our suits in case we wanted to go in the hot tub later… but I didn’t think we would need them to get from the car to the front door.”

Once she’d finished toweling off, Deena sat down on the small bench near the front door to remove her shoes. That’s when she noticed that the living room had been radically rearranged. All of the furnishings had been pushed to the edges creating an open, square-shaped area that took up a large portion of the room. This space had been covered with an assortment of blankets and comforters, and at least a dozen pillows lined the edges of the area to create a sort of nest-like effect. All the couches and chairs had been covered with bed sheets and light blankets, and there were even a few of Katie’s favorite stuffed animals placed strategically around the periphery. The room had been transformed into the ideal place for an awesome sleepover party.

Kim led the two soaked women upstairs to the guest room. Cassidy had packed changes of clothes for Deena and herself to wear the next day, but Rachel suggested that since they all intended to get in their pajamas after dinner, maybe Deena and Cassidy would prefer to get changed for the slumber party right then.

This idea was immediately seized upon by the girls, who decided to get into their nighties right away as well. Kim then added that she and her sister may as well join the rest of them, and Rachel quickly agreed. Just like that, the sleepover was underway.

After they changed, the group reconvened in the kitchen. Dinner was quickly prepared, with everyone lending a hand, and soon they all sat down to enjoy the evening meal. The girls were super excited, not only for the delicious tacos that they helped make, but also because they were allowed to drink soda pop. Normally their mothers didn’t often allow them to have sugary, caffeinated beverages, but as this night was a special occasion, and the girls got to stay up late, normal rules didn’t apply.

Once dinner was done, the girls dragged Cassidy and Deena out to the living room to show them how they, with their moms’ help, had remodeled the space. Kim and Rachel piled the dishes in the sink, then joined the others.

Katie and Emily were anxious to play games or watch a movie, but Rachel told them, “Not just yet, girls. Let’s chat first.”

They all sat down, in a circle, on the blanket-covered floor, which was even more comfortable than it looked. Katie and Emily wanted to be next to each other, of course, but also insisted that Cassidy and Deena sit on either side of them. Rachel chose the space next to Deena, and Kim took the spot between her sister and Cassidy.

“Girls,” Rachel started, “we need to talk to you about something.” Although she was smiling, the tone of her voice told the girls that this was something serious, and they immediately fell silent.

Now Kim spoke. “We wanted to talk to you girls about what Emily saw the other night.” She was smiling too, but the girls were suddenly very tense. Somehow their moms knew that Emily had spied on them when they were doing sexy stuff with Cassidy and Deena, and she was about to get in big trouble for it.

“Emily? Sweetheart?” Rachel said in her best concerned-mom voice, coaxing the girl to look at her. “I know that what you saw must have been confusing for you. Trust me, I felt the same way.”

Emily gave a tiny nod. It was true; what she’d seen had been confusing. Emily had very little knowledge of sex beyond a few basic impressions and what she had observed during an illicit viewing of a porn video while at a friend’s house. But what confused her even more were the odd feelings that watching her mother having sex with other women — especially Aunt Kim! — had stirred in her. Feeling her cheeks turn hot, Emily had to look away.

“What we’d like to know,” Kim said, also in a concerned tone of voice, “is how you felt about what you saw… and whether or not you told Katie about it.” A single glance at Katie told Kim  that the girl knew exactly what they were talking about.

“Sh-she told me… but only ‘cause I made her,” Katie said, leaping to her cousin’s defense. She looked back and forth between her mom and Auntie Rachel, waiting for their expressions to grow stern, but that didn’t happen. In fact, Katie couldn’t tell at all what her mommy or any of the grownups were thinking right then. They were all smiling, but there was something behind the smiles, something in their eyes. Katie didn’t know what it was, but sensed that she and Emily weren’t in trouble.

“And what did you think about what she told you?” Kim asked.

“I — I — I d-don’t know,” Katie stammered. That was a lie, of course, Katie knew exactly what she thought about it. She thought it was awesome. She thought it was sexy. She was envious of the women for being able to do those things with each other, and wanted to try them herself.

Rachel reached out to take Emily’s hand. “Sweetheart, how do you feel about what you saw the other night?”

Cassidy didn’t need to hear Emily’s answer. She could feel the nervousness coming off the girl in waves. She could also feel Emily’s excitement, thrilled to recognize the lustful emotions that were fueling it.

Emily remained silent, so Rachel added, “It’s okay if you liked it. It’s perfectly normal to be interested in sex.”

Emily looked up — not at her mother, but Cassidy, and for a brief moment they were lost in each other’s eyes. Cassidy could sense Emily’s desire for her, the child’s longing to be kissed.

She’d never encountered this kind of sexual hunger in a girl so young. It was the same need she felt herself whenever she was intimate with Deena, or when Kim gave her a lustful glance. My God… and she’s only eight years old! Cassidy thought.

Cassidy nearly leaned in to kiss the little girl right then, but managed to restrain herself. All good things would come in time.

“Sweetie?” Rachel said, cradling Emily’s hand in hers. “You can tell me, it’s okay. What did you think when you saw us together?”

“It — it was cool,” Emily finally said. Again, she had to look away as embarrassment nearly overwhelmed her.

“How about you, Katie?” Kim said, “When Emily told you about what she saw, how did that make you feel?”

“I didn’t believe her,” Katie said. “But then, when I saw you and Auntie Rachel together… ”

“Saw us together?” Rachel asked, surprised.

“On Sunday night.” Katie said. She explained how she and Emily had seen the two women together on the patio from the bedroom window, then how she’d feigned being asleep while the women had kissed while standing near her bed.

Rachel was a bit unsettled by Katie’s story but admired her niece for being so forthcoming and honest. She glanced over at her daughter, who was listening to Katie’s story and nodding along.

“So, you were spying on us too?” Rachel said when Katie had finished.

“We weren’t spying.” Katie said indignantly, folding her arms. “You were outside where anyone could see you. All we did was watch!”

It was quiet for a few seconds, then the four women started to laugh. “You can’t fault her logic,” Deena chuckled. “I don’t think they broke any laws.” She presented a raised hand to Katie, and they exchanged a high-five.

Katie’s scowl had vanished. She now knew for sure that she and Emily weren’t in trouble, but it was nice to know that Deena had her back in case their mothers decided to be upset after all.

“Well, in the spirit of honesty, I have something to confess as well,” Kim said. She looked around the circle at each of the ladies and girls in turn, then held her daughter’s gaze. “The other night, when your aunt and I were in your room… I knew you were awake.” The room was silent for a moment as they each took in Kim’s words.

“Oh, my God!” Rachel gasped as she realized what this meant: her sister Kim had knowingly allowed herself to be fingered to an orgasm while her little girl was listening. This revelation had an immediate effect on her — she could actually feel her temperature rise. After the day she’d had, Rachel feared that one more sexy confession would be enough to drive her crazy. She was that aroused.

“What do you think about that, sweetheart?” Kim asked Katie.

The little girl was still stunned by her mother’s confession, but then she said, “I think… I think it’s sexy!” Katie wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but it felt like the right thing to say.

Kim wanted so badly to tell her daughter that she was sexy, then give her a deep, hungry kiss. Instead, she blew Katie a kiss, which the little girl snatched out of the air and smacked on her lips, making a loud kissing sound.

For the next twenty minutes or so, the women and the girls continued to talk about the events of the past few days. Katie and Emily each had a number of questions, which the women did their best to answer. First, Kim and Rachel assured their daughters that not only were they not in trouble, but it was a good thing that they knew about what had happened that night in Kim’s bedroom. Then all four women made it clear that if either of the girls ever had a question about sex or love or anything like that, that they should always feel free to ask. They all promised that from then on, there would be no secrets between them.

Emily then asked the one question that Rachel had been dreading. “Does this mean that you don’t love Daddy anymore?”

Though it was difficult to explain, Rachel convinced Emily as best she could that her new feelings for other women didn’t affect the love she had for the girl’s father. Emily nearly came to tears at the thought of her parents no longer being together, but was reassured by her mother’s soothing voice and the way she’d held her when she was about to cry. In fact, Emily’s outburst affected everybody so strongly that they all came together in a big group hug.

They stayed huddled together for several minutes, eventually breaking apart once it had become clear that Emily was going to be okay. Katie was the last to let go of Emily, and as the girls parted she placed a light kiss on her cousin’s cheek.

“I love you,” Katie whispered to Emily, which almost caused the older girl to start crying again. Instead, she simply said, “I love you, too.”

After this outpouring of emotions, Rachel declared that she needed a drink — and the other ladies concurred. Kim even decided to have a glass of wine, as she’d more or less recovered from her head injury and had quit taking the pain pills. The girls were each given another can of soda, then they asked if they could have ice cream too. Kim and Rachel readily agreed, so they all sat around the kitchen table enjoying their sweet treats, while Emily and Katie regaled the ladies with details about their favorite cartoon show.

The grownups enjoyed listening to and watching the girls as they talked. A few knowing looks were exchanged, and each of the women could feel the sexy mood in the air steadily increasing as the minutes ticked by. So far, Rachel’s plan was progressing nicely. She knew that the girls’ reactions after being confronted about their knowledge of her and Kim’s lesbian activities were a potential stumbling block, but now that Emily and Katie had reacted so positively, Rachel was sure that the rest of the plan would come off without a hitch.

But Rachel also knew that before any sexy fun could be had, they needed to talk to the girls about the importance of keeping everything they’d discussed a strict secret. Guiding the conversation back to the topic of secrecy, she explained to the girls, with the help of her sister, that while it was great that they’d all agreed not to keep secrets from each other, it was important that the girls kept those secrets safe from the outside world.

The girls promised that they would never tell anyone, then exchanged pinky promises with each other and all the women. Kim then let the girls know that those promises would also apply to any other future conversations or events the girls might witness. Kim’s implications were not lost on the girls, and they both instantly felt butterflies in their little tummies.

Cassidy took a sip from her glass, then cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the table. She looked at the beaming faces of Katie and Emily, then took a deep breath. “I know we said we’d all be honest with each other from now on, so… I have something important that I need to share with you girls.”

Katie and Emily gave Cassidy their complete attention. They could tell that she was on the verge of revealing another big secret, and they were both secretly hoping that it would be something sexy. Neither was prepared for what they were about to hear.

This way to Chapter Ten!

Please see the Chapter Links to reacquaint yourself with this story’s plot.

By Girl Lover

Down the hall, Mabel was about to fall asleep when she heard the door open. Turning on the lamp, she was surprised to see Emma and Madison poking their heads in. “What is it?”

“Can we sleep with you?” Emma asked.

“It’s too scary in there,” Madison explained, “We keep hearing these scratchy noises.”

“Oh, those are just squirrels in the attic,” Mabel explained, but the girls did seem to be genuinely spooked, so she patted the bed. “Okay, get in.”

The girls scampered over and jumped into her bed, pulling the blanket over them. The girls snuggled up tightly against her, and soon they all fell asleep.

***

Mabel opened her eyes. Something was touching her. With the new day’s sunlight coming through the window, she glanced about and saw that both the girls were toying with her breasts through the nightgown she wore. Shocked, she exclaimed, “What are you girls doing?”

They quickly withdrew their hands, pouting a bit. Not wanting to injure their feelings but still curious, Mabel asked, “Girls…?”

Emma spoke up first “We didn’t mean nothing.”

“We’re sorry,” Madison echoed in her own sad voice.

“Now, girls…” Mabel tried to reassure them, “I’m not angry, just a mite confused is all. Why were you…” She paused, deciding not to pursue the matter. “Well, since you’re all so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, what say we get some breakfast going?”

Loving the idea, the girls jumped out of bed and raced back to their room to shower and get dressed. Mabel did the same, then made her way downstairs to meet the girls in the kitchen. Before very long, breakfast was on the table. Jill and Linda joined them, and they all tucked in.

While they ate, Jill kept noticing Emma and Madison stealing peeks at Mabel every now and then, particularly when she bent over, then giving each other mysterious smiles. Aha, she thought. Very interesting. 

Later as Jill and Mabel sat on the back porch, watching the younger girls play, Jill said, “Yknow, Gramma… I think that Emma and Madison have a crush on you.”

Mabel stared at her granddaughter. “Jill! Where on earth would you get a crazy notion like that?”

“From the way that they were staring at you during breakfast. They were checking out your boobs… and your bottom.”

“Now, Jill, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. They’re just children! Those girls are much too young to be having those kinds of thoughts.”

Jill had to smile at that. “Well, the thing is… they’ve already had sex with each other.”

“What?” Mabel’s eyes narrowed. “If that’s some kind of joke, young lady, it’s not very funny.”

“I’m not joking, Gramma. I saw them doing it. Linda, too.”

“G-good grief!” the older woman exclaimed. “How did such a thing happen?”

“It’s sort of my fault,” Jill replied, looking sheepish. “One night before we found Madison, Linda and I were in bed together, and, uh… well, I got kinda, um, excited, and I really wanted to have sex with her. So I did. Now, I thought Emma was asleep, but it turned out she wasn’t. She watched us doing it — and the next day, she had a ton of questions about how girls have sex.”

“Oh, my. So what did you tell her?”

“The truth,” Jill answered with a shrug. “She already knew me and her sister were lovers. I didn’t want to lie about it.” She thought it best not to mention how she’d actually explained lesbian sex to the seven-year-old by making love to her… and how Linda had helped out, teaching her younger sibling how to French kiss. “Anyhow, I guess Emma wanted to try it out herself… and when Linda and I woke up yesterday morning, we caught her really going at it with Madison. They seemed to love it, too.”

“Um, I see. But you say that — that the girls might be thinking that way about me?”

“Why shouldn’t they?” Jill replied. “You’re still a lovely lady.” She watched Emma and Madison take turns doing somersaults. “And I’m pretty sure that those two have made up their mind to be lesbians.” She paused. “Gramma, have you ever been with another woman?”

Mabel sighed. “No, child. But… when I was a girl, I — I was in love with a friend of mine.”

“Did you ever let her know?”

“Oh, my, no! Not in those days. I’d never have dared.” She shook her head, suddenly melancholy. “You know, I never loved anyone the way I did her. N-not even your grandfather.” Her eyes were filled with tears. “You’re the only person I’ve ever told that to, after all th-this time…”

Jill moved closer to the woman, wrapped both arms around her. “Maybe you ought to let Emma and Madison sleep with you again tonight, Gramma.”

“But they’re children, Jill!”

“So is Linda, practically,” the teen said. “And she’s the love of my life. Age doesn’t matter, not that much. If the girls want you to be with them that way, it’s not wrong. Honestly, you should have seen them in bed at the motel yesterday morning. They might be able to teach you a few things, if you’d let them.”

Mabel remembered watching Madison and Emma while they were swimming, running around in nothing but wet panties. The twinge of warmth she’d felt at the sight. “I… I don’t know…”

“A lot of kids have crushes on grownups,” Jill insisted. “They’re just looking for someone to love… and who will love them in return.”

Mabel thought about that. “I’ve been alone for so long, I don’t know if I want to be in a relationship again.”

“Everyone needs a companion. To keep them company and to share life with.”

“Well, I have you girls to keep me company.”

Jill shook her head. “Having friends isn’t the same as having someone special to be with. To love.”

They continued watching the girls play as Mabel thought about how long she had been a widow. Discovering that someone had a crush on her after all these years was unsettling, especially when that crush came in the form of two lovely little girls. Mabel was used to being on her own, though she had to admit that sometimes, the nights did get rather lonely.

Now that her house was no longer empty, what would it be like to share a bed with someone? To make love again?

“I have to — to think about this,” Mabel said, then scowled at her granddaughter. “I ought to take you over my knee, young lady… putting these kinds of ideas in my head!”

Jill only smiled. “Those ideas were already there, Gramma… I just helped you find them.” Leaning over to give Mabel a kiss on the cheek, she got up, went down the porch stairs and made her way out into the field to join the girls in their play.

***

Morning turned to afternoon. Around 2 PM, Mabel told Jill, “I need to go into town to pick up groceries, then I’m going to visit a friend. I won’t be gone long.”

She got into her old pickup, started it up, and set off to the supermarket, the only one in the county. There she picked up a week’s supply of groceries, enough to require help getting the bags loaded in the truck. She now had four extra mouths to feed after all.

That task accomplished, she drove to the other side of town, finally parking outside a large building that resembled an old two-story hotel. A faded sign read, OAK CREEK RETIREMENT HOME. Making her way inside, she greeted the receptionist at the front desk, an older woman with thick glasses and snow-white hair. “Afternoon, Gladys.”

The woman greeted her with a cheerful nod. “How are you, Mabel?”

“Good, good. Granddaughter and some friends of hers are visiting. How’s Ellen doing?”

Gladys shook her head sadly. “Not too good. She just seems to have lost the will.” Rising from her chair, she accompanied Mabel down the long hall, past the many doors that lined the corridor. Some of the doors were open, and a few of the elderly people inside said hello to Mabel as they passed by.

“Nearly everyone here gets visits from their family. You can see for yourself how much it means to them. But you’re the only one left who visits Ellen. Her family never comes by. She keeps asking me if her son has come to visit, and it just breaks my heart to have to tell her no. But now you’re here… hopefully, that’ll cheer her up some.”

They stood before Ellen’s door. It was open, but unlike most of the other rooms, it was utterly silent. Over by the window, an elderly woman sat in a rocking chair, covered with a shawl. “Ellen?” Gladys called out, “you’ve got a visitor today! Isn’t that nice?”

Mabel stepped in, “Ellen?”

Hearing her name, the old woman called out in a frail voice, “Michael, is that you?”

Mabel walked over to sit on the bed beside her old friend, taking her hand, “Hello, Ellen. It’s me, Mabel.”

Ellen slowly nodded. “Mabel! I thought it might be…” She sighed, “I’m so glad you came. My family has forgotten all about me, but you still remember.” Her voice dropped, grew mournful. “No one else comes, not ever. Sometimes… sometimes I wonder what’s the point of living, if it means that you’re all alone.”

“You’re not alone,” Mabel told her, “You have friends here. And there’s me.”

“It’s not the same as having someone special in your life. To share moments with. To hold you at night so you don’t feel lonesome.” Ellen squeezed her hand, “Cherish your family, Mabel. Savor every moment you have with them, because you don’t want to be alone. You don’t know what it’s like to be alone. To have no one.”

Mabel replied quietly, “I think I do know, Ellen. I’ve lived on my own for a few years, after all.”

“No… no, you don’t, Mabel.”

Later, as Mabel drove back to the house, Ellen’s words echoed in her head. You don’t know what it’s like to be alone. To have no one.

***

When Mabel returned, she stepped out of the truck to find two enchanting little girls waiting for her.

“What’d you get?!” Emma squealed.

“Yeah,” Madison echoed, “What’d you get?!”

Oh, I stocked up on food. I’ve got a houseful of hungry girls, after all!” She touched Emma’s shoulder. “Tell you what. If you both help me bring in the bags of groceries, I might just have a nice surprise for you.”

“Ooooh, yeah!” Madison cried. “I like surprises!”

“Me too,” Emma declared, and just like that, the girls eagerly set to work — not only bringing the bags inside, but helping Mabel put everything away.

“Thank you, girls,” Mabel said when they were done. “You did a marvelous job. Now, go back out to the truck and look for another bag on the passenger seat. That’s your surprise. Wait until you get back before looking inside, though.”

“Yayyyy!” the girls shrieked, racing outside. A moment later they returned, carrying the bag between them. Setting it on the oaken coffee table, they practically dove inside, jumping up and down when they emerged with the contents: a batch of new clothes Mabel had picked up: pants, shirts, shorts, t-shirts, socks and underwear.

To her surprise, Madison and Emma immediately began to undress, stripping down until they were naked, then started trying on their new things. Mabel grew flustered at the sight, especially after the conversation she’d had earlier with Jill, and retreated to the kitchen to get an early start on supper.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the girls, though, recalling what Jill had told her: I think that Emma and Madison have a crush on you.

For the first time, she began to seriously consider what it would be like to take a little girl as a lover. She thought about Jill and ten-year-old Linda; how blissfully happy they were. She recalled her childhood friend Esther, and the helpless adoration she’d felt for the girl when they were second graders. I actually wanted to marry her… a silly kid’s dream, or so I always thought. But what if we’d actually been lovers?

It had fallen silent in the living room, so Mabel peered around the door to see what the girls were up to. Emma and Madison were hugging, their arms wrapped around one another, twisting from side to side. Madison was naked but for one of the new t-shirts, and Emma wore a tank top and panties.

Fascinated, Mabel watched the girls until they broke apart in a burst of giggles. Spotting Mabel looking at them from the kitchen, Emma raced over to her, Madison close behind. “Gramma?” Emma asked. “Can you read us a story?”

“Tell you what, girls. Take your new clothes upstairs, and when you come back down, I’ll read to you.”

With a hearty cheer, the youngsters hastened to snatch up their clothes, then thundered up the stairs. Still feeling a bit shaken, Mabel went back to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, which she gulped down.

A few minutes later,, Mabel was in her recliner reading to Emma and Madison. The girls were snuggled in her lap, side by side. Their hands were casually draped on her chest, and though they were mostly focused on the story, their hands absentmindedly stroked her breasts through her blouse as if they were casually petting a cat.

Before long, Mabel was having trouble focusing on the story, though the little ones didn’t seem to notice.. Jill and Linda passed by, and Jill gave Mabel a knowing smile when she saw what the two seven-year-olds were up to.

Mabel was still uneasy about her growing interest in these little girls, though not as much as before. She couldn’t deny that it was very nice to be touched in such a lovely way. How long had it been since anyone had shown her such loving attention? And somehow, being caressed by these adorable children made the experience even more satisfying. In a peculiar way, it reminded her of being a mother, an experience she hadn’t thought about for ages.

She paused in her reading, thought for a bit, then asked the girls quietly, “Would you two like to sleep with me again tonight?”

Both girls nodded vigorously. Madison squealed, “Yes, please!”

“Yeah, we liked that a lot!” Emma added. “You got a nicer room, too.”

Encouraged by the girls’ excitement, Mabel continued, “Y’know, sometimes it gets rather warm in my bedroom at night… and sometimes, I… well,  I prefer to sleep naked. Would that be okay with you?”

No reply was needed. The expressions of delight on the girls’ faces assured Mabel that this was more than okay with them.

“Can we sleep naked too?” Madison asked in a quiet, hopeful voice.

“If you want to,” Mabel replied.

“Could… could we maybe, uh… touch you? Y’know… when we’re all in bed with no clothes on?” Emma ventured.

Mabel’s heart was thudding in her chest. This is it, she told herself. The moment of truth. Are you really going to allow this?

Closing her eyes, she whispered, “I think that… yes, I would like that.”

“We can show you how to have sex,” Emma continued

Madison added, “It’s way fun, too. You’ll like it.”

Amused despite her nervousness, Mabel replied, “Okay.”

“It feels really… really good,” Madison assured her.

“All right, let’s get back to the story,” Mabel told them, as well as herself.

After the story was done and the girls were outside playing, she made her way upstairs to the spare room she’d given Emma and Madison. Delving into the battered dresser that had belonged to her daughter, she gathered up the few articles of clothing the girls had come with, picked up the bag of new things, then carried everything down the hall to her own bedroom, where she put everything away in the massive chest of drawers that had been in her family since the Coolidge administration.

Just as Mabel was folding pairs of little-girl underpants, Jill happened to pass by. She paused in mid-step, then watched her grandmother — wearing a wry smile, much to Mabel’s embarrassment.

“What’cha doing, Gramma?” Jill asked, though that smile and the tone of her voice made it crystal clear that she knew exactly what Mabel was up to.

Her face growing warm, Mabel replied, “Oh… Emma and Madison don’t seem to be too comfortable in their bedroom, so I thought… um… that…”

“So you’re moving them in here? Interesting.” She noticed something draped across the back of a chair. Picking it up, she held it up, revealing a skimpy, see-through negligee. “Why, Gramma,” she asked, “why would you have something like this? Will you be wearing it tonight?”

Now Mabel’s cheeks were flushed a bright red. She snatched the nightie out of Jill’s hand. “That’s… it’s just something I would wear when I wanted to feel pretty.”

Still smiling, Jill shook her head. “My goodness, Gramma… you only just found out about Emma and Madison being gay this morning! They’re really getting to you, aren’t they?”

“Jill!” Mabel protested. “Don’t tease me. I’m… I’m still confused about these feelings.” She sighed. “They’re so young, but so very sweet, too… and I must admit, it is nice to have someone want me that way.”

Jill said, taking Mabel’s hands in hers. “It’s a chance at love, Gramma. You shouldn’t pass that up.” With a sheepish grin, she added, “Sorry I made fun of you. Honestly, I’m really happy knowing that you might have such wonderful girls for lovers. I know what an awful thing it is to be alone.” She kissed her grandmother’s cheek, whispering, “Go, Gramma… seek happy nights to happy days.”

***

Later that night, Jill and Linda were working on a jigsaw puzzle while Mabel was seated in the recliner, Emma and Madison cuddling in her lap. Putting her magazine down, Mabel bent to whisper something to the girls, who then jumped up excitedly and ran up the stairs, Mabel following close behind.

Linda glanced up, “What was that all about?”

Fitting a puzzle piece in, Jill casually replied, “Oh, they’re going to be sleeping with Gramma from now on.”

Linda’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, sleeping with her?”

Jill grinned. “The same way that we sleep together, silly.”

Linda drew in her breath. “Wait. You mean…they’re going to have sex?!”

“Uh-huh.”

“My sister… and Madison? With your grandmother?”

“Yep.” Jill fitted another piece in. “The girls really like her. And I caught them checking out her tits quite a few times.”

Linda found herself wondering about what was going on in Mabel’s room right then, surprised to find herself aroused by the thought.

***

As a very excited Madison and Emma began to remove their clothes, dropping them on the floor, Mabel picked up her negligee from the back of the chair and headed into the bathroom, telling the girls, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

As she undressed, Mabel kept telling herself how crazy this was. What would her late husband think if he could see what she was up to? Her daughter? Her friends in town?

Slipping into the negligee, she studied at her barely-covered body in the mirror and sighed. At least it still fits, she told herself. It had been over twenty years since she had worn it, an anniversary gift from her late husband. Back then, she had no qualms about wearing such provocative lingerie, but her body wasn’t as firm as it used to be, especially her breasts. ‘Still, the girls think I’m attractive, and that’s all that matters.

Turning out the light, Mabel stepped out of the bathroom. The bedside lamp cast a soft glow about the room as she padded over to the bed. The girls, grinning gleefully, were sitting on the bed naked, and upon seeing Mabel in her skimpy, see-through nightgown, they were practically bouncing with excitement.

Mabel climbed into the bed, lying on top of the blankets. Emma and Madison exchanged a glance, then hesitated, unsure what to do next.

For a good minute, no one moved or spoke. Deciding to break the silence, Mabel said, “Come over here, girls,” patting the bed on either side. The girls shuffled over to sit beside her, but they remained quiet.

Licking her lips nervously, Mabel touched the front of her nightie “Should I take this off?”

Both girls slowly nodded, totally fixated on her. Mabel pulled up her nightgown and cast it aside, releasing her large breasts so that they hung down, to the gasps of both girls.

“C-can you…” Emma said breathlessly, “…can you get on your hands and knees?”

Now as naked as the children, Mabel rolled over and positioned herself on all fours.

“Omigod” Emma blurted out, and a tiny whimper escaped Madison’s lips. After another moment of stunned silence, sweet little Madison stuttered, “Can… can… can…” She paused, swallowed, then managed to continue “…can you kinda make your boobies… move around?”

Mabel had to smile. Even when exploring sex, they’re still innocent little girls, she thought. It’s not dirty to them. More like a fun game to play. Then again, isn’t that a healthier attitude than most adults take?

She rocked back and forth, causing her breasts to sway. The girls giggled and nudged one another, but made no attempt to touch her. By then, though, Mabel wanted to be touched.

Realizing that she would have to make the first move, Mabel gently took a hand of each girl — Emma’s first, then Madison’s — placing each one on a bare breast. She felt Emma’s fingers slowly open, cupping it, while Madison hesitated . Reaching out to caress the shy little girl’s cheek, Mabel whispered, “It’s okay, Maddie. You can touch me all you want.”

Soon enough, the girls were having a lovely time with Mabel’s breasts —  squeezing, fondling, rolling, even pressing their faces into them. Emma then got the bright idea of lifting a breast in her hands and dropping it, watching with great pleasure as it smacked loudly against Mabel’s belly. Madison joined in Emma’s game,  and soon they were dropping Mabel’s breasts on their hands and even their heads.

Mabel enjoyed this, but wanted something that was more like sex. She finally said, “I have an idea. How ‘bout we play mommy and babies? I’ll be the mommy and you two will be little ones. Do you know how a mommy feeds her babies?” The girls shook their heads. “They drink from their mommy’s breasts. Come, lay your heads down in my lap and I’ll show you.”

The girls quickly turned around and laid down on their backs with their heads on Mabel’s thighs, looking up at her expectantly. She guided a nipple into each of their open mouths and they began slurping away.

“My my, such hungry little babies,” she cooed over them, stroking their cheeks. The girls giggled at this and kept suckling as she leaned back, rubbing their chests and sighing in contentment. She was glad that she decided to let this happen, never imagining that sex with little girls would be this good.

After several minutes, Madison sat up, stating, “I want to play with your pee-pee.”

“That’s what little kids call it!” Emma said, frowning at Madison. “Big girls say ‘pussy’.”

“Okay, okay,” Madison sighed, rolling her eyes, then she gave Mabel a beseeching look. “Please, Gramma, can I play with your pussy?”

“Oh, me too!” Emma quickly chimed in.

“I… I think I’d like that very much,” Mabel said, slowly parting her thighs.

As they settled in between the woman’s legs, they began pulling her lips apart and poking their fingers inside, oohing and ahhing the entire time.

It was a little too rough for Mabel. “Gently, gently. Here let me help.” She spread her labia open so that the girls had a good view of the interior of her vagina. “Remember now, it’s very sensitive down there. Use a light touch — don’t be rough. Oh, and if you want to, you can lick it.” She paused, studying the girls. “Have either of you done that before?”

“We licked each other!” Madison exclaimed proudly, wrapping an arm around her new sister.

“I did it to Jill once,” Emma said. “She put syrup on hers first, so it tasted extra good.”

Madison’s eyes lit up. “Ooh… can you put syrup on yours, Gramma?”

“I don’t see why not,” Mabel replied. Getting out of bed, she grabbed a bathrobe from the closet and slipped it on. “I’ll get some from the kitchen.”

She quickly darted out to the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of Mrs. Butterworth’s from the pantry, then hurried back, trying her best to hide the syrup from Jill and Linda, who were still working the puzzle.

“What’s that you’ve got there, Gramma?” Jill teased, knowing very well what it was.

“Nothing!” Mabel replied, feeling flustered.

Back in her room, she slipped off the bathrobe, climbing back in the bed. Popping open the top of the bottle, she poured a little syrup onto her pussy, smearing it around with a finger.

“There you go,” she told Emma and Madison. “Help yourselves.”

Both girls moved in and began to lick, feasting on the sticky sweetness between Mabel’s legs. As the girls licked it all off, she would dribble a little more on until soon their mouths were coated a caramel color.

Those busy tongues amazed Mabel, creating all sorts of sensations that she’d quite forgotten about. Even better than that was their enthusiasm. The slurping noises and constant giggling enchanted her, also adding to the moment.

Emma kept interrupting her licking to touch Mabel’s breasts until, unable to resist, she scooted up to sit beside the older woman, feeling her up. Amused, Mabel watched as the child kneaded her breasts as if they were large wads of dough. At least she’s not squeezing them too hard.

Madison, meanwhile, continued to lick Mabel’s pussy, a curious, rather comical look on her face as she explored the intimate area with mouth and tongue, furrowing her brow in earnest effort.

It felt lovely, but the child’s attempt at giving oral lacked focus, too scattershot to provide the stimulation that Mahel craved. “Maddie, sweetheart,” she began, “can you rub me right here?” She touched her clitoris.

“This little bumpy thing?” Madison asked in her cute little voice.

“That’s right.”

“Oh, sure. Emma has one, too… she likes when I lick her there.”

Madison caressed the inflamed bud, and  Mabel closed her eyes. A delicious shiver raced through her frame, then she heard Madison ask, “What happened? Did you get the good feeling?”

Mabel had to smile at that. “I’m getting there, If you keep doing that, I will for sure.”

Madison continued to rub Mabel’s clit, asking every now and then, “Does it feel good?” or “Is it happening yet?” Hearing her sweet voice and watching Emma fondle her breasts, Mabel began to get a feeling that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Something she’d only felt with her husband, back when he was a much younger man. She tried to stay quiet, but a small groan escaped her lips.

Then she heard Madison say, “Oh, wow. Are you peeing?”

As she was getting her breath back, Mabel quickly answered, “No.” Slightly embarrassed, she added, “That’s just something that happens when I feel really good.”

“You pee when you feel good?”

With a sigh, Mabel attempted to explain “It’s not pee. It’s… a liquid that comes out of me when I have… well, remember when you asked me if I’d had the good feeling? That’s when it happens.”

“Did you like it?” Madison asked, her finger still moving across Mabel’s clit.

“Yes, I did… very much.” She playfully mussed the child’s hair — then gasped as another fierce twinge of pleasure shot through her. Oh, my goodness, am I going to…

Mabel groaned loudly, shaking all over as she came a second time. Panting for breath, she  heard Madison say, “There’s more pee coming outta you.”

“It — it’s not pee,” Mabel managed to say.

This got Emma’s attention, causing her to peek over to see what was going on. “Cool! It’s all over your hand,” she told Madison, then turned to Mabel. “You made a big ol’ wet spot on the bed.” She giggled.

Still out of breath, Mabel mumbled, “…Oh, I’ll wash the sheet… in the morning.” She gripped the sheets tightly in her hands as she felt herself building up to another orgasm, brought on by Madison’s busy fingers. This time, instead of a trickle of fluid running down her thigh, a brief stream squirted from her vagina, hitting Madison square in the face. The child stared at Mabel’s pussy, her mouth hanging open.

Emma burst out laughing, “Omigod! She peed on your face!” She clambered over Mabel’s leg, squealing, “Do it to me, Gramma — do it to me!”

Eager to comply, Madison furiously rubbed Mabel’s clit, releasing another squirt — this one jetted onto Emma’s chest. “Do it again!” Emma cried, and Madison kept rubbing. A third, smaller gush came out, puddling on the bed as Mabel continued to shiver through her third orgasm.

“Stop! Stop!” Mabel choked out, pushing away Madison’s hand, “That’s enough…” She gulped in deep breaths of air, completely drained of energy.

“Are you okay?” she heard Madison ask.

“Yes… I just… n-need to rest,” Mabel whispered.

The girls laid down on either side of the woman, snuggling against her. She wrapped her arms around them both.

After a few minutes’ rest, Mabel opened her eyes. The girls were both studying her with great interest. “I’m sorry, Madison,” she said. “I didn’t mean to, erm, come in your face like that.”

“It’s okay,” Madison declared. “I liked it.”

“Me too!” Emma echoed.

“Well, I’m glad you did. I really must thank you girls. I can’t tell you how good that felt.”

“Did it feel really really good?” Madison asked, pleased with herself.

“Even better than that,” said Mabel.”

“Should we do it to you again?” Emma asked.

“Oh no, no! I don’t think my heart could take it. What I would like to do is to make you girls feel as good as you made me feel.” Mabel thought about what to do, aware that this was all quite new to her. Emma and Madison were staring expectantly at her. “Okay,” she finally said, easing herself into a sitting position. “Why don’t you both lie down on your backs for me.”

The girls quickly positioned themselves, their eager eyes on Mabel. She gazed in awe at their childish slits, so tiny and smooth compared to hers. Reaching out, she gently stroked them both, one with each hand, watching the girls to gauge their reactions.

They turned out to be quite ticklish, and Mabel took great pleasure in rubbing their pussies with her thumbs while using the fingertips to tease their bellies. But soon enough, their squirms and giggles ceased as Mabel began to stimulate them for real.

The girls were very quiet. Mabel marveled at how they seemed to lose focus of her, their eyes glassy, staring off into space. Soon, their bodies began to shift restlessly as pleasure made itself known, then began to rise.

A painful look came over Madison’s face, accompanied by a quiet whimper. At first, Mabel feared that she’d hurt the child, then realized that her little lover was having a very intense orgasm. She spoke soothingly to the girl, whispering “It’s all right, sweetheart. Let it happen.”

As Madison cried out, Emma muttered in a shaky voice, “Y-yeah…r-right there…” Glancing her way, Mabel saw that Emma was having her own climax. The little girl emitted a moan that quickly mounted into a wail, her thin body twitching helplessly. Finally, with an adorable little squeak, she went limp.”

Madison seemed to be dozing peacefully, while a dazed Emma stared sightlessly at the ceiling.  Mabel whispered, “Emma… are you okay?”

Turning her gaze to Mabel, Emma smiled weakly, mumbling, “Oh, Gramma, that was so… awesome.”

Though the girls clearly wanted to rest, Mabel decided that they really ought to wash away the sticky signs of their lovemaking. She gently roused the girls, then led them into the shower. The warm water woke them up and soon, they were animated as ever, chattering about what an incredible experience that had been.

Mabel washed them lovingly, like a mother would, then dried them and herself. Returning to the bedroom, she took off the soiled sheet and put on a clean one, then they crawled into bed together.

Madison and Emma cuddled up against her, one on each side, and she kissed their foreheads, saying, “Such lovely little girls. How did you two get to be so sweet?”

Emma shrugged, “I dunno.”

Madison added, “Must’ve been the cookies we ate.”

Mabel chuckled, “Must have been.”

***

Mabel’s eyes fluttered open as the morning sunlight peeked through the window. She glanced in turn at the girls on either side,, both of them still asleep. Mabel had to smile at how precious they looked, like sweet slumbering angels. The girls were motionless but for the rise and fall of their boyish chests, and , their hair draped across the pillows. Madison was quiet as a mouse, while a gentle snore issued from Emma’s mouth.

Mabel thought back to the previous night, feeling awed by the things she’d done. Did I really have sex with two little girls? she asked herself, then smiled.. Actually, I did just that — and now, I’m in love. With children. I suppose that ought to bother me… but goodness me, I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.

She carefully sat up and yawned, stretching her limbs. The temptation was there to sleep for a little longer, but Mabel decided to rouse herself and make coffee. Scooting slowly and carefully across the bed so as not to wake the girls, she got up and slipped into her robe. Picking up the soiled bed sheet from the floor, she quietly exited the room, pulling the door shut behind her, then heading down to the kitchen. She assumed that everyone was asleep, and was surprised to see Jill at the dining table, munching on buttered toast.

“Don’t make too much noise. The girls are still asleep,” Mabel told her.

Jill laughed. “You really wore them out, huh?”

“More like they wore me out,” Mabel replied as she dropped the sheet into the washer, followed by a capful of detergent. “Is Linda asleep?”

“Yeah. I made a pot of coffee, by the way… looks like you could use some.”

“That I could.” Mabel poured herself a cup, then sat down across from Jill, yawning again.

Eating the last bit of her toast, Jill smiled at her grandmother. “It’s an incredible experience, isn’t it?”

“Oh, my, yes,” Mabel sighed. She stared off into space for a bit. “Never in a million years would I ever have imagined getting involved in something like this. I loved every minute of it, too.”

“There’s something about little girls,” Jill agreed, “You just get sucked in by them. So sweet, so cute. Anyways,” she added with a snicker, “welcome to the Young Pussy Club.”

“There’s no need to be vulgar,” Mabel frowned as she stood up. “I suppose that I should go check on them.”

“Be careful,” Jill said as Mabel left the room. “If I know those two, they’ll be in the mood for more.”

Cautiously opening the bedroom door, Mabel saw that the girls were still asleep. She was about to awaken them, but felt a sudden urge to cuddle some more with her new lovers. Letting  her robe drop to the floor, she tried to climb into bed without disturbing the little ones, but her movements woke Emma from her slumber.

Seeing Gramma on all fours beside her, the woman’s breasts hanging down just inches from her face, Emma reached out to touch one, singing, “Good morning, boobies!”

That roused Madison, who instantly became wide awake upon seeing a naked Mabel next to her. “Oooohh!” the child squealed. “Are we gonna do sexy stuff again?”

“No, I was just trying to get back in bed without waking you two up,” Mabel replied.

“Awwww…” Emma pouted.

“We’ll do it again tonight,” Mabel assured her.

“Can we pretend we’re hungry babies again?” asked Madison.

“Yes.” Mabel laid down between the girls, “You know, I had a marvelous time with you girls last night. Now, it feels like some crazy, beautiful dream.”

Emma rolled over on top of Mabel, resting her chin on the woman’s breast. “Yeah, it was crazy! You even peed on us!” she said emphatically, with no small amount of glee.

Mabel covered her face, groaning, “Oh, I can’t believe I did that! And it wasn’t pee!”

“Can you pee on us again tonight?” Madison asked.

“Drink a whole bunch of water,” Emma suggested.

“It wasn’t pee…” Mabel started, but the girls weren’t listening. They jumped out of bed and wriggled into the new pajamas that Mabel had bought for them, then raced into the hall.

Linda was coming out of the bathroom as the girls ran out into the living room. She asked them, “So, did you two sleep good last night?”

“Uh-uh,” Emma shook her head, “We were too busy fucking… um, I mean making love.”

“It was neat!” Madison bounced up and down excitedly, “We got to see Gramma’s boobies!”

“Yeah!” Emma crowed, “And she let us touch them and everything!”

“They’re really, really big!” Madison held her arms apart, as if she was grasping a beach ball. “And she peed on us!”

Linda’s mouth dropped, “She what?”

“She peed all over us!” Madison repeated, grinning that silly smile of hers.

“It was so awesome!” Emma added.

“No, I didn’t,” Mabel’s faint voice came from the closed bedroom.

“She actually peed on you?” Linda asked incredulously.

“Uh-huh,” both girls nodded.

“I didn’t pee on them!” Mabel’s faint voice again came from the bedroom.

Jill, overhearing the commotion, poked her head out of the kitchen, “What happened?”

Madison blurted out excitedly, “Mabel peed on us!”

“No, I didn’t!” Mabel’s faint voice floated from the bedroom again, sounding increasingly flustered.

Jill’s face was a mixture of astonishment and confusion, “Did I miss something here?”

Madison whispered to Linda, “Some of it got in my mouth, but it didn’t taste yucky.”

By that time, Mabel had managed to get herself dressed, scolding the girls as she emerged from the bedroom, “Girls! You don’t have to go blabbing our private business to everyone.” Taking their hands, she led them to the dining room. “I’ll make us all pancakes.”

“I think we used up all the syrup last night,” Emma reminded her.

Mabel sighed, closing her eyes, “I’ll make omelets, then.”

On to Chapter Eight!

By JB West

For helpful information about this story’s main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales

Part 1 – A Whole New Woman

Kim and Rachel arrived at Cassidy and Deena’s home just after six-thirty the next evening. Kim had called Cassidy that morning to ask if she and Rachel could stop by later, telling her that they had an idea they wanted to discuss and a favor to ask. Cassidy was, of course, happy to have the sisters over, but let Kim know that Deena wouldn’t be home until sometime after six.

Rachel pulled up next to the curb, parking the car, then looked over at her sister before turning off the ignition. “You sure you want to do this?” she asked. Kim had been hesitant to go along with her idea at first and Rachel wanted to be absolutely sure that Kim was doing this because she wanted to, not because her big sister was pressuring her into it.

“Yeah,” Kim said. She looked over at Rachel and smiled. “I’m a little nervous, to tell you the truth, but yes, I want to do this.” Taking her sister’s hand, she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

The sisters walked up the short driveway and onto a small path that brought them to the front door, where Rachel rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened and they were greeted by a smiling Cassidy. She quickly ushered them inside and they exchanged quick kisses on the cheek. Cassidy offered the sisters something to drink and explained that Deena had only gotten home about five minutes earlier, was taking a quick shower, and would join them soon.

She gave Kim and Rachel a quick tour of the house, although there wasn’t much to show. It was a modest dwelling — two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small kitchen that was basically part of the same space as the living room, although the two areas were divided by an island countertop. There was no formal dining area, just a small table for two where Cassidy and Deena normally took their meals.

Cassidy led the sisters down to the basement and showed them her studio. There was also a small laundry and utility room. The rest of the basement was mostly used as a storage area. Cassidy was a bit of a packrat so there were many boxes of miscellaneous stuff that she had collected over her years of travel and adventure before settling down with Deena.

They made their way upstairs, meeting Deena just as she emerged from the bedroom in jeans and a t-shirt, her hair still damp. A quick round of hellos were said, then they all moved outside to the patio to enjoy the beautiful summer evening.

The women chatted for about twenty minutes before Kim finally got up the nerve to address their true reason for stopping by. “Cassidy,” Kim began, “I wonder if I could ask you to do something for me.”

Oh, no, Cassidy thought. Here it comes. She’s going to ask me to undo what I did. She wasn’t happy about this turn of events and suddenly felt quite nervous, but she responded with a nonchalant tone. “Sure,” Cassidy said. “What is it?”

Kim took a sip of her water and swallowed hard, still struggling with her own nerves. “I was hoping you could answer a question I had.”

Cassidy felt a weird sense of relief. All Kim wanted was a question answered. Easy enough. “I can try,” she said.

“Over the past couple of days I’ve — well, we’ve…” Kim indicated Rachel, who was sitting beside her, then reached over and took her sister’s hand. “We’ve been wondering… how exactly did you change us, and… did you change Rachel more than me? If so, why?”

Cassidy chided herself for assuming that Kim’s question would be an easy one to answer. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then launched into an explanation.

“You were such a mess the other night,” she began “and I felt responsible for it. I don’t feel like I forced you to do anything against your will, but after our encounter in the hot tub, the sheer amount of grief and anguish you were feeling was overwhelming. I told you I can sense the emotions in others around me, and the stronger the emotion, the more I feel it. Your grief was like getting punched in the gut. It felt terrible, and I know I was only experiencing a fraction of what you were feeling.”

Cassidy’s head was bowed while she spoke, but then looked up at Kim, tears forming in her eyes. Stricken by the sight, Kim wanted to take Cassidy in her arms, to tell her that everything would be all right but froze in the moment as the memory of her absurd grief came rushing back to her. Kim could feel her own tears welling up, and she had to look away from Cassidy for fear that she might start crying.

“When I was in your mind, I changed the things I felt you needed changed; to help you regain control of your life.” Cassidy’s tears were now streaming down her face. “And I — I wanted you so much, Kim. I felt such an intense desire for you. I m-made it so you’d be able to feel the same for me.” A sob broke from her lips. “I’m sorry if I went t-too far…”

Kim trembled as Cassidy’s words resonated in her mind. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, but the memory of how the young woman had freed her from sorrow and guilt filled her with pure joy. The tears that threatened to burst forth finally did, but they were bereft of sadness. Kim could only feel the peace that had been granted to her by Cassidy and the changes she had made.

Rising from her chair, Kim moved to Cassidy’s side, took the younger woman’s chin in her hand, then tilted her head up so that they were looking into each other’s tear-filled eyes. Kim leaned down and placed a gentle, loving kiss on Cassidy’s lips. Cassidy started to laugh as the relief of knowing that Kim was not upset with her passed through her mind. Cassidy took Kim’s hand and held it close to her heart.

Cassidy then turned her attention to Kim’s older sister.

“Rachel, you were much easier to help than Kim. The death of her husband and the trauma it caused… trying to put her life back together, it left your sister with deeply seeded issues of grief, guilt and… resentment to deal with.” Cassidy gave Kim’s hand a light squeeze but then continued, “Kim was in a much more vulnerable state than you. I knew that I could tinker with your subconscious mind without doing you any harm, so I didn’t need to be quite as cautious.”

“Can you tell me what you did?” Rachel said. “Whatever it was, it worked, and I’m definitely not upset… but I am curious. How did you change me, exactly?”

Now that she knew the sisters weren’t angry with her, Cassidy felt far more at ease explaining how she’d used her powers. “Well, first, it was obvious how much you wanted Deena, so I enabled you to act on those desires. I stripped away any inhibitions you had and increased your libido just a bit. It sounds so crude to say out loud, but I… I took away anything that might prevent you from being my — well, mine and Deena’s, really — our ideal sex partner. I could see how badly you wanted to be with her, but you were too reserved to allow that to happen. So I fixed that. I made you completely open to letting your desires run wild.”

Rachel’s heart throbbed with excitement. She’d had her own ideas about how Cassidy had altered her sexuality, and now her suspicions had been confirmed, absolutely and without question. The Rachel from a few days ago would have been horrified by Cassidy’s confession, but now she was turned on and weirdly, deeply grateful.

Cassidy had more to say, though. “I also could tell from poking around in your head that you’re a very adventurous person when it comes to sex — much more so than you think. So I decided to… well, I eliminated any inhibitions you had about the idea of incest, or making love to little girls.” Cassidy looked away, a sudden blush coloring her cheeks. “I wanted to make it easier for you to love other women, but I also wanted you to feel that same desire for your sister… and your child. I… I wanted you to be like me and Deena.”

Rachel nodded slowly, her suspicions confirmed. She knew now for certain that all the new feelings and desires she’d been experiencing for the past two days were the result of Cassidy’s alterations in her mind. More than that, she was correct in her guess that Cassidy and Deena shared an attraction for young girls.

Rising from her seat, Rachel began to pace restlessly back and forth, her mind buzzing with the significance of these revelations and how they might affect her life going forward. For the millionth time, she imagined what it would be like, taking her daughter Emily as a lover. Was such a thing even possible? The idea still turned her on — if anything, more than ever.

A storm of lust raged inside her. She wanted to scream, to sing, to break into unrestrained dancing, to tear off every stitch of her clothing. Instead, Rachel stopped pacing and stood in front of Deena, looking down at her. “Did you know about this?”

Deena took a deep breath. “I know what Cassidy is capable of. I didn’t know exactly what she’d done to you, not until now.”

She would have said more, but then Rachel suddenly bent down to kiss her. It was an aggressive kiss, smoldering with the full heat and intensity of Rachel’s passion. Deena was taken aback at first, but she quickly responded in kind, meeting and matching the older woman’s ardor.

Still holding Kim’s hand as she watched the amorous display playing out before her, Cassidy gave it another squeeze. She looked up at Kim, enthralled by the desire in her eyes, but also by the deep sexual hunger that radiated through Kim’s soul, a hunger that Cassidy felt as acutely as her own.

“So,” Kim said, gazing down at Cassidy, “Do you think you could do one more favor for me?”

Cassidy’s eyes met Kim’s. “Anything.”

“I need you to finish the job,” Kim said. “I want you to go back into my mind and do for me what you did for Rachel.”

“What? Are you sure?” Cassidy was shocked. She had feared that this night would be filled with accusations and recriminations. Instead, Kim was asking to have her mind altered once more, to complete the transition into a wanton devotee of lesbian love. Cassidy was so elated she almost jumped out of her seat.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Kim said. “Ever since you told me about Emily watching us, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the girls… our daughters. These feelings, these thoughts, I can’t quite shake my feelings of guilt. I’m tired of feeling that way. You’ve shown me that it doesn’t have to be like this, so I’m asking you to help me again. I want this. I need this. Please.”

“Of course I will,” Cassidy replied, impressed by Kim’s resolve. Even after hearing the unvarnished truth about the changes she’d made to Rachel, Kim wanted more than anything to have those same alterations done to herself. Cassidy had helped Kim through her grief, and now she would enable Kim to become the person she was meant to be.

Cassidy had no way of knowing it, but what she was about to do would not only change Kim’s life, but the lives of many others as well, including her own.

“Are you ready?” Cassidy asked, and Kim nodded. “Let’s do this, then.”

Rising to her feet, she placed another chair directly across from hers, motioned for Kim to sit, then retook her own seat. Cassidy took Kim’s hands in hers, gazed into her new friend’s eyes, inhaled deeply, then engaged Kim, carefully entering the woman’s mind.

Once again, Cassidy found herself in the familiar landscape of Kim’s psyche, where she quickly set to work destroying the last vestiges of the inhibitions that Kim so desperately wanted to be rid of. Just as she’d done with Rachel, Cassidy made certain that Kim would never feel negative emotion as a result of her desires. From this day forward, Kim would experience the world just as her sister did; never again would fear or doubt or embarrassment keep Kim from exploring her sexual needs and acting upon them.

A moment later Cassidy broke the connection and felt her consciousness flow back into her body. Like the last time, it took Kim a minute to regain her senses, but then she opened her eyes, smiling hugely. Just like the time before, Kim could tell that changes had been made to her psyche, changes for the better. A sense of calm contentment had taken hold of her and the joy it brought was overwhelming.

“Thank you,” Kim whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek, a beatific smile on her lips.

Her gratitude was intended for all three women. Thank you to Rachel, for always being there for her no matter what, for persuading her to make the change. Thank you to Deena, for helping save her life, protecting Katie, and bringing Cassidy into her life. And thank you to Cassidy, for making her a whole new woman and hopefully, a happier person.

Kim felt genuinely alive. The weight of her grief and guilt were entirely gone, and she was free to become the woman she’d always wanted to be, even if she hadn’t known who that was until now.

Part 2 – The Plan

Deena was seated in her chair with Rachel nestled in her lap, occasionally swapping kisses while Cassidy and Kim continued to meditate. Like the others, Deena had no idea what was going to happen moving forward, but the erotic potential of this situation thrilled her to the core. The fact that Rachel had fully accepted the truth of what Cassidy had done to her turned Deena on more than she could put into words. She was a dominant person by nature, and the possibility of having easy access to not just one but two sexy older women who were open to doing whatever she asked of them was almost too exciting to comprehend. And the fact that Rachel and Kim were sisters, each with a gorgeous little girl of her own… in Deena’s mind, it made the whole situation all the more intriguing.

Noticing that Cassidy had slipped back into consciousness, Deena broke her kiss with Rachel and turned her attention to her lover. Cassidy was watching Kim intently, waiting for the woman to regain her senses.

Gradually, Kim returned to herself, the others watching as her eyes fluttered, then opened. Her face seemed to glow with bliss and she was smiling. A single “thank you” was all that Kim could manage.

“Did it work?” Rachel asked. She’d been watching Kim and Cassidy closely, but had no way of knowing whether Cassidy had been able to successfully alter her sister into being the sexually liberated woman that she longed to be.

In reply, Kim gazed lovingly at Rachel, on the verge of joyful tears. All but leaping from her chair, she seized Rachel’s wrist, pulling her up from Deena’s lap and into a tight embrace. Their mouths met in a kiss that quickly grew deep and passionate.

Kim broke the kiss and looked into her stunned sister’s eyes. “What do you think?” she said, laughing.

“I’d say yeah, it worked,” Rachel chuckled, allowing a hand to drift down to rest on her sister’s ass. “And, um, the other thing?” She wanted to know if Kim’s newly discovered desire for young girls was still a problem, or if Cassidy had managed to sort that out.

Getting the hint, Kim quickly conjured an image of Emily in her mind. She imagined her eight-year-old niece standing in the doorway of her bedroom looking in, completely nude, with a curious expression on her angelic face. Kim, also nude, was laying on the bed. She motioned for the girl to come to her. Emily padded into the room and slowly climbed up onto the bed, all the while gazing longingly into Kim’s eyes in a way that made the woman shiver. The child crawled between Kim’s wide-splayed legs, then bent down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss into the juicy flesh of her aunt’s pussy.

The fantasy piqued Kim’s arousal but she felt no guilt whatsoever. Just desire. Just love. It was the proof she needed to answer Rachel’s question.

“Definitely.” Kim said with a sigh.

Rachel clapped her hands in delight. The first part of her plan, getting Cassidy to alter Kim the same way she’d been altered, was complete. It was now time to proceed with the second part: getting Deena and Cassidy on board. And since Cassidy had already confirmed that she and Deena were also attracted to young girls, Rachel knew that this next step would be easy.

She turned to face her new friends. Deena was still seated and Cassidy was now perched on the arm of her lover’s chair. They were holding hands. “I’ve got a proposition for you both,” Rachel said. “And I think you’ll really like it. In fact, I’m pretty sure that it’s exactly what you’ve been hoping for.” Rachel shot Deena a knowing look.

Deena felt a small quiver in her pussy. She hadn’t known Rachel long but she knew her well enough to recognize the look of desire behind her eyes. “Well, that sounds promising,” Deena said with a playful tone. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe we should all sit down.” Kim chimed in.

Once the four of them had taken their seats, Rachel took a sip of water and began to share her thoughts. She launched into a brief summary of her plan, the first part of which was getting Cassidy to adjust Kim’s psyche. That accomplished, Rachel proceeded to run through the rest of it while Deena and Cassidy listened intently. They really liked what they heard, but each had questions that Rachel and Kim were keen to answer.

Over the next hour or so, the women discussed the plan until it had morphed from a collection of loose ideas into something that was sure to be an extraordinary experience — that is, if they could pull it off.

They had just finished ironing out the details when Kim peeked at her wristwatch. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “It’s later than I thought.” She informed Rachel of the time, and they agreed that they should get home soon to tuck the girls in.

“You wouldn’t believe how expensive babysitters are in my neighborhood,” Kim told her new friends. “I swear, this girl we’ve got tonight is going to bankrupt me!” The women shared a laugh as she and Rachel rose to their feet.

“Before you two go, there’s something I need to show you,” Cassidy said. Kim could tell from the tone of the younger woman’s voice that it was something serious.

“Sure,” Kim replied.

The group proceeded inside and Cassidy led Kim downstairs to her studio, Deena and Rachel close behind. She walked over to the far corner of the room and stopped in front of a small cloth-covered canvas that was resting on an easel.

“Do you remember what I told you about the Buzz… and how it’s always there in the back of my head?”

Kim nodded.

“On Friday night I woke up in the middle of the night. The Buzz is what did it. The sound was so loud, so intense.” Looking at Cassidy with concern, Kim took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“That wasn’t the first time that it’s happened,” Cassidy continued, “and when it does, there’s only one way to dial it down. I look into a mirror, concentrate on myself, and then meditate, counting backwards from ten. Normally, as soon as the countdown is complete the buzzing subsides, and I can rest easy. But the other night, something… different happened.” Cassidy paused, taking a deep breath.

“It’s okay. You can tell me,” Kim reassured Cassidy in an almost motherly fashion. Cassidy smiled bashfully at Kim, then leaned in for a quick kiss before she resumed her story.

“When I was finished, the Buzz had stopped, but an image flashed in my mind. A face. A face I had never seen before.” Cassidy took another deep breath. “I rushed down here, grabbed my brushes and started painting. I needed to see that face. Somehow I knew that whoever it was, they held the answer.”

“The answer?” Kim asked. “The answer to what?”

“I don’t know.” Cassidy said. “I don’t even know the question. But maybe she does.” Taking hold of the cloth draped over the canvas, she pulled it away.

Kim immediately gasped in surprise. It was not a photo-realistic depiction by any means, more impressionistic, but it was unmistakably the image of Katie’s face.

Kim stared at the painting, trying to grasp what it meant. “Y-y-you said you did this Friday night?” she stuttered.

“I started it that night. I’ve been working on it since then, a little bit every day.”

Kim pressed a hand to her forehead. “Friday night. Before you even met her!”

“Yes,” Cassidy confirmed. “In fact, Deena hadn’t even told me about her — or any of you, actually — when I… I had my vision. I had no reason to know of Katie’s existence, but I saw her face so clearly in my mind.”

“And you think she’s the answer to — to some unknown question?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Cassidy’s voice quivered with uncertainty. “I don’t know.”

Kim shuffled over to the opposite corner of the room where there was a small wooden chair covered in many years worth of dried paint. She sat down and slumped over, holding her head in both hands. A few feet away, Deena and Rachel stood still as statues, watching as Cassidy moved behind the chair and began to lightly rub Kim’s shoulders.

“Do you think she might be like you?” Kim mumbled, her head still down.

“Maybe.” Cassidy said. “Or maybe it was some kind of premonition. Or…”

“I still think it’s just a case of you picking up on my thoughts.” Deena said.

Raising her head, Kim peered thoughtfully at Deena, who seemed to be cool and calm, as always. Rachel, on the other hand, wore the same concerned expression as Cassidy.

“What do you mean?” Kim asked. ”What kind of thoughts were you having about Katie?”

Deena hesitated for a moment. She was worried about how open she should be about her feelings for Katie, but decided that complete honesty was her only course.

“That night, after spending so much time with Katie, she was very much on my mind,” Deena explained. “Then later, Cassidy and I… um… we had sex, and all the while, I was thinking about her. I even asked Cassidy to pretend she was a little girl while she was going down on me. And I fantasized that she was really Katie.”

Kim knew that Deena had a strong sexual desire for young girls, nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat shocked by her words, even though she’d had very similar thoughts about Katie. The night before, when Rachel had fingered her to orgasm while they stood at Katie’s bedroom door, Kim had wondered what it would be like to touch her daughter like that. Now Deena was putting this forbidden desire into words, saying out loud that she wanted sex with Katie. Kim knew that she should be appalled; instead, she was thrilled by the notion and found herself getting turned on all over again.

Deena was still voicing her thoughts. “I think that my feelings for Katie were so heightened at the time that Cassidy couldn’t help but pick up on them. Somehow that translated into the vision she had.” With a helpless shrug, Deena added, “Mind you, I can’t prove any of this. I still don’t completely understand Cassidy’s powers.”

The room was silent as the four women each pondered the various ideas that had been discussed.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all this,” Kim said, her desire colored by worry. Her first priority was Katie’s well being, of course, but she also needed to understand the meaning behind Cassidy’s vision, if there was one.

“I don’t know either… but I will be here to help you and Katie, however I can.” Cassidy said. She knelt down next to Kim and hugged her.

Kim wrapped her arms around Cassidy and held her close, whispering, “Thank you.”

“Um, Cassidy? Maybe you could take a look around Katie’s mind. You might find some answers that way,” Rachel suggested.

Kim looked up from Cassidy to Rachel, then back. She took Cassidy’s hands in hers. “What do you think?” she asked. “Would you be willing to try that? Would it even help?”

“I — I’ve never used my power on anyone so young before.” Cassidy said. “I mean, I’m sure I could do it… but would Katie be willing? I’m not comfortable with the idea of forcing my way into her head.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Kim said. “Katie will be fine with it. She’s the most curious child I know. If we tell her about your gift, and how you’d like to try an experiment with her, you won’t even have to ask. She’ll be begging you to do it.”

“Or we could make it one of the games we want to play tomorrow night.” Rachel said. “Like pretending to hypnotize her or something. I’m sure she’d be a very willing subject.”

Cassidy absently tugged at the hem of her t-shirt as she pondered the request. Despite Kim’s confidence in her skills, she couldn’t quite shake her reservations about invading the mind of a child.

But Kim wants me to at least make the attempt. How can I look into those enchanting eyes and tell her no?

“I… I’ll try.” Cassidy finally said.

Kim stood, then helped Cassidy up from her knees. They embraced again, holding each other tightly. Kim wanted to express what she was feeling, but couldn’t find the words. A simple thank you wouldn’t be enough, and anything sexual seemed inappropriate. Fortunately for Kim, words weren’t necessary as Cassidy could literally feel the emotions that she wanted to convey.

Deena and Rachel took the opening to slip back upstairs. It was obvious that Kim and Cassidy were sharing a private moment so the other two women quietly left them be.

After another minute of holding each other, gently swaying in their embrace, feeling the warmth of their bodies close together, Kim and Cassidy broke their hug. Kim then looked at the portrait of her daughter. again “It really is a very nice painting.” Kim said.

“You think?”

“Of course.” Kim gave Cassidy a shy smile.

“Well, it helps that the subject is so beautiful — and desirable,” Cassidy said as she brushed back a couple strands of hair that had fallen across Kim’s face. “Just like her mother.”

Kim blushed at the compliment. She wanted to grab Cassidy and kiss her, but didn’t get the chance, as  Cassidy had felt her own sudden rush of desire and acted on it before Kim was able to. Their kiss was long and slow and sensual and fully conveyed the desire that each of them felt for the other.

Meanwhile, Deena and Rachel were upstairs, making out on the couch. They were just getting to the point where articles of clothing were about to be removed when they heard a light cough, followed by the sound of Cassidy snickering. They looked up to see Cassidy and Kim standing over them, big smiles on their faces.

“Okay, enough of that, you two,” Cassidy said, pretending to scold them. Deena dramatically feigned ignorance to any wrongdoing — of course, as an officer of the law she was beyond reproach. Rachel then accused Cassidy and Kim of cock-blocking, and they all laughed.

“We really should get going.” Kim said after the laughter died down.

It was getting close to the girls’ bedtime, so Rachel reluctantly agreed. The women all exchanged kisses at the door, then Cassidy and Deena watched as Kim and Rachel walked to their vehicle, got in and drove away.

Shutting the door, Deena turned around to find herself drawn into Cassidy’s arms. They exchanged a long kiss, just as passionate as the ones they’d shared with the sisters, but more cozy and familiar. After they broke the kiss, they stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. No words were needed.

***

Later that night, Cassidy crawled into bed, snuggling up close to Deena. She rested her head on Deena’s chest and listened to the slow, steady beat of her lover’s heart.

Deena took Cassidy’s hand, brought it to her lips and pressed a warm kiss into the palm. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” she asked.

“No.” Cassidy replied. “More like super excited.”

“I was talking about Katie,” Deena said. “Going inside her head. Poking around.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Cassidy looked across the room at the mirror in the corner. “I guess I’m a little bit nervous.”

Deena took Cassidy’s chin in hand and tilted her head so that they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “You know that I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” She leaned in to kiss her lover.

“I know that,” Cassidy said as she rolled over, facing away from Deena. “I guess I’m just worried about what I might find.”

Deena settled in behind Cassidy, spooning her body, hugging her close. Feeling Cassidy shiver, she placed a few feather-light kisses on the back of her neck, a technique that always seemed to relax her partner. “Whatever happens, we’ll handle it. You and me, babe.”

Placing her arms atop Deena’s, Cassidy hugged them tightly to her chest. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“And I love you.”

A few minutes later, Cassidy could tell that her lover had drifted off. She extricated herself from Deena’s embrace and slipped out of bed. Padding over to the mirror, she studied her reflection, just as she’d done the other night. Cassidy toyed with the notion of doing her meditation but decided not to, unnerved by the possibility of what she might see. Instead, she sat down on a small chair in the opposite corner of the room and peered out the window.

From there she could see the streetlight that dimly illuminated the cul-de-sac. There was a swarm of insects frantically flying around the light, and she was almost convinced that she could hear them —  but no, it was the Buzz, there as always. Her reminder that she wasn’t a normal person.

The vision of Katie’s face flashed in her mind once again, and Cassidy shivered. By this time tomorrow, she’d have her answer, the mystery would be solved, but in that moment all Cassidy had was doubt, fear and a sense that no matter what she discovered, her life would be forever changed.

On to Chapter Nine!