Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

 

by J. R. Hartley

A few days later, Claire and Leia had a day off work at the same time and decided to spend it together. After doing a little shopping and then stopping for lunch in a new little bistro café that had opened in the town centre, they headed back to Claire’s house and started up the coffee machine. The new nut roast they’d bought would take a while to percolate through the filter and fill the jug, so they spent the time talking about some school activities which were coming up.

Leia soon excused herself to go to the bathroom and headed back a few minutes later, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Did that bring back any nice memories for you?” enquired Claire, smiling mischievously.

Leia blushed a little. “It did, yes. It’s a really lovely bathroom, you know, Claire? In fact, your whole house is gorgeous. I’m very jealous.”

“Well, that’s what rich parents dying young will do for you, I guess,” she said with a sad smile. She hadn’t meant it quite so morosely as it came across, and Leia was afraid she’d upset her.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” she said, reaching across the corner of the large oak table and touching her arm.

“Hey, it’s fine,” said Claire. “It was a long time ago now. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, so I inherited a big house – bigger than this one, actually – when I turned eighteen. I kept it on for years and only realised about a year ago that it was actually making me depressed. I mean, I remember being happy there, but everywhere I looked or went I was bombarded with memories, and it was pretty exhausting mentally. I came to the conclusion that I had to fly the old family nest and get something that was mine alone. I should let someone else make happy memories there, while Jessica and I did the same somewhere else. Then I found and fell in love with this place and, well, here we are.”

Leia tried to bend the melancholy subject to a more positive note by mentioning the beautiful fireplace and, of course, the master bedroom suite which looked like something straight from the pages of a magazine. Claire smiled, telling her that it got even better in the mornings. She usually left the curtains open at night, and there was an amazing sunrise behind the nearby hills most days.

“I bet that’s beautiful,” said Leia, imagining taking in that view while her lover slept next to her.

Claire poured the coffee and added a splash of cold water, to take the temperature down a notch and to make it just about drinkable. She handed one mug across and they each took a sip, looking out of the kitchen window at that same gorgeous view and sharing a few moments silence. Claire spoke first.

“I wish you could stay here.”

“I do too babe, but I’ve got to pick Molly up later from her swimming lesson.”

“No. I mean, I wish you could stay here. You and Molly. In this house.”

“Claire!”

“Well, your place is lovely and I’ve had some lovely times and…well, some amazing times, actually, but I hate it when I have to leave. I wish you could stay here. With me. With us.”

“Claire, that’s an incredibly lovely thing to say, but what about Jessica? I know that she and Molly get along really well, but… even ignoring you and I being together, you know there are things that Jess doesn’t know, and I’m not sure how we could keep that secret.”

Claire looked down at the softly steaming mug on the table in front of her. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

Leia looked at her friend, not quite believing what she was hearing. “Are you saying… wait, are you saying you don’t mind her knowing about the two of us? Or you don’t mind her knowing about the three of us?”

“Well, you, me and Molly is a different thing altogether, but I don’t think it’s fair to try hide the truth about you and me. Maybe I should… oh, I don’t know.”

It was Leia’s turn to pause. “Claire, I’m not sure that she isn’t more clued-in than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Molly said that Jessica kissed her a little while back, and she really knew what she was doing, apparently.”

Claire leaned forward, fascinated. “Really?”

“She’s been taught by another of her friends – Katy was it? – who learnt it from her big sister.”

“Wow! Katy and Jane? Those little minxes,” said Claire, taking a moment to picture each of the couples kissing.

“So I don’t think that you and I getting together would be too big a wrench for her, to be honest. As to her… getting involved? Maybe things are more advanced than we know between them. Who knows – maybe we’ll catch them in the act some time?”

“Oh! Imagine that…..” said Claire. She paused for a few moments before trying to turn the conversation back to the matter in hand. “I suppose if she’s okay with you and me, then…”

“Then yes, Claire. I’d love to move in with you,” said Leia, beaming as she leaned over to kiss her.

*****

Leia had another couple of months lease on her rented house, so it gave them a little time to arrange everything. They all started staying at Claire’s house more often, with the girls both sharing Jessica’s double bed while Leia slept with Claire.

Claire spent days trying to decide on precisely how she’d tell her daughter she was in a relationship with Leia. Eventually, she waited for a quiet evening dinner with just the two of them to lay it all out in the open.

She couldn’t remember ever being quite as nervous while they ate, and the meal seemed to finish in just a few minutes. As they were clearing away the dishes in the kitchen, Claire said she had something she wanted to talk about. She told Jessica about the two of them and waited for her daughter’s reaction; it was one Claire hadn’t anticipated.

“I know, Mum,” said Jessica, nonchalantly. “Molly mentioned it to me last week, but it’s pretty obvious you two have been together for a while.”

“Jess! You absolute rat!” she said, taken aback but with a huge smile on her face. She reached across to pick up some balled up socks from the clean laundry basket and started playfully throwing them at her daughter. Both were shrieking with laughter now. “I spent ages trying to work out how to tell you, and you already bloody know! For days, that’s worried me!”

Jess was feeling particularly mischievous now, standing behind the kitchen door and using it as a barrier from the sock barrage.

“You and Leia? Oh my goodness!” she said in mock outrage. “So that’ll explain the noises from your room sometimes,” said Jess, pretending that she’d only just realised what was going on. She’d stuck her head out from behind the door while Claire bent to pick up the rebounded sock balls. “There’s silly old me thinking you were doing hot yoga together in your room after bedtime. Well, you were, kinda,” she said, grinning widely.

“Jessica!” Claire said, giggling. She threw one more sock ball and it whizzed past her daughter’s head, missing by a fraction.

“Okay, okay, I give in,” said Jessica, a happy smile on her face.

Claire returned her smiles, then returned the socks to the laundry basket to be put away later. Her daughter came in for a quick cuddle.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Claire asked softly.

“Yeah, of course, Mum. Were you scared to ask me because Leia’s a woman?”

“Well, yes,” said Claire, “I suppose that’s mainly it.”

“Mum, get with the times!” Jessica said, smiling. “It’s not last century anymore – people can love who they want. Besides, Leia’s smart and funny and pretty, and if she makes you happy then that makes me happy too. Oh, hey! Are they moving in with us? Because if that’s the case, then that’d be cool, but I think Molly should have her own room.”

Claire was again taken aback at how her brilliant daughter was handling this. “That’s a good idea,” she said, smiling. “Love you, peanut,” she added, kissing the top of her daughter’s head.

Jessica looked up at her mum, stood on tiptoes and kissed her square on the lips, a quick peck. “Love you too. Do you want to play on the console for a bit and you can see how fantastic I am at that as well?” she said with a cheeky grin, before leading them into the front room. They played together on one of Jessica’s favourite games for a while, then Claire got up to make a cup of tea for them both, their last before bed.

She’d been distracted somewhat by the game and so hadn’t had the time to think about what had just happened until a quiet moment like now; her thoughts turned to the kiss they’d just shared. Jess never normally kissed her on the lips like that, and while it seemed quite an asexual, natural thing to do, Claire couldn’t help replaying it in her mind. Maybe now that Jess and Molly were kissing each other, she was experimenting a little.

But if that’s so, is Jessica experimenting with me now?

Claire twisted and turned ideas back and forth in her mind, trying to work out just how platonic the kiss was. She stirred the tea for a long time before suddenly coming back to the present. She looked down and smiled to herself, realising the drinks were probably getting cold by now, so she started over again.

The idea of her little girl kissing her turned her on incredibly – she’d fantasised about it many times — but she was sure there was nothing in that particular kiss. Was there? She re-made the teas with these ideas flip-flopping in her mind, then returned to her daughter without fully coming to a conclusion.

After she’d put the mugs down, Jessica handed the controller to her mum and thanked her for the drink. No such conundrums were racing around her mind. While Claire had been making the tea, she’d messaged Molly on her phone.

Dare completed. Kissed on the lips. Winner! Your go, truth or dare?

*****

Two days later, Leia and her nine-year-old daughter Molly were staying over at Claire’s house again.

Jessica was away at her dad’s, so the three of them settled in for the evening, deciding to cook an Indian meal together. They sat at Claire’s big dining table and ate as a little family with a range of small dishes laid out before them where they could help themselves.

As they ate, they were talking about a television show they’d watched earlier that evening, but just in the middle of a sentence, a large dollop of sauce dropped from Leia’s paratha bread and fell onto her new jumper.

After trying to dab off the worst of the sauce with kitchen towels, Leia quickly realised that it had to be washed – and quickly – or it would stain. She quickly peeled it off and walked to the washing machine, while the other two stayed at the table. Leia filled the sink with warm water and ran the stained area under the tap for a little while. Once thoroughly wet, she massaged some washing liquid into the whole area before leaving it to soak and returning to her meal.

When they finished eating, Claire asked Molly to fetch the dirty laundry basket from the utility room and bring it to the washing machine. She changed the settings to wool and pulled out everything woollen from the basket, then started loading the clothes in. Meanwhile, Molly and Leia filled the dishwasher with the dishes and cutlery from their meal.

Both machines fully loaded now, Claire closed the washer up, but was a little too firm in shutting the door. The bottle of washing liquid had been balanced on the edge of the machine, and all three of them watched as it seemed to wobble in slow motion before tipping over the edge, spilling the contents all over the floor.

Much to her relief, Molly was excused, and made her way up to bed while the two women cleared up the kitchen together.

Leia stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes and scouring various pots and pans that were too large for the dishwasher. At the same time, Claire got on her hands and knees behind her with copious amounts of kitchen roll, trying to mop up all of the spillage. After towelling most of the floor, she folded one last piece of towel so it was over her finger, then ran it underneath the washing machine, trying to clear up as much of the gloopy liquid as she could reach.

As she knelt close to the floor, she happened to glance up at Leia who was still talking about the TV show they’d watched earlier. Claire paused for a moment, just gazing at her – this amazing woman doing the housework in just her bra and still looking impossibly beautiful. There was something so down to earth and yet so glamorous about how Leia looked. Claire’s usual feelings of love were quickly overtaken by the hunger of lust.

She threw the soaked kitchen roll in the bin, then crawled over behind the sultry brunette, wanting to be close to her. She knelt directly behind her, stretching both arms past Leia’s legs and placing her palms flat against the kitchen cabinet underneath the sink, pinning her in position. Claire closed her eyes and gently leant forward to nuzzle into Leia’s thighs and bottom — first, with the top of her head, and soon after her face.

“Well, hello,” said Leia, looking down and to the left as she felt Claire’s face rubbing against her ass. She stopped what she was doing and dried her hands on a nearby towel, doing nothing to discourage her lover’s affections. She tried to look down over her shoulder to see Claire’s bright blue eyes looking up at her from the floor but couldn’t quite manage it. Instead, she wriggled herself around on the spot. Leia felt gentle fingertips on her ankles now and smiled again as Claire gently fell forward, pressing her face directly against her sex. Leia could feel the hot breath through her clothing, and it gave her shivers.

“You look so little, knelt down there like that,” said Leia.

It was meant to be a simple observation of the taller blonde, but Leia spotted how Claire froze momentarily as she spoke. She realised exactly what Claire was in the mood for.

“Okay, babe,” she said with a sultry smile, “let’s finish clearing the kitchen and then head up to bed, shall we? We can clean the rest of downstairs tomorrow morning.”

Claire smiled and nodded as Leia helped her to her feet. Both completed their nightly routines and met back in bed — their bed. After a few minutes of quiet chatter, Leia found herself spooning Claire, her arm wrapped around her body and simply holding her breast. She noticed how the blonde’s conversation was still lively, and understood that Claire wasn’t sleepy. Neither was she.

“So, I saw you tonight,” said Leia.

“What do you mean?”

“When I stood in the kitchen with your warm breath on my pussy, I happened to mention that you looked so little, and then you froze for a moment. I could tell by your eyes what that did to your clit. You’d rather like me to talk about that; am I right?”

“Maybe…” Claire said simply.

“Okay,” said Leia, “you’d like me to talk about sex with a little girl? Would you, you nasty slut? I can do that.”

She could also reach the beautiful blonde’s pussy from this position, but for the time being focused on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she started to talk dirty to her friend.

“I thought I’d tell you about Molly’s first time tonight. Would you like that?”

Claire’s excitement jumped. She had purposely never brought up the subject again since asking that question previously, and she’d often wondered the sordid story behind it; now she was going to find out.

“Please, yes.”

“Ah, a little tale of lesbian incest with my own underage daughter – that’s what you want, is it?” Claire nodded silently, with both her mind and body very much alive.

“Well then. It’s strange, actually — it was at another barbecue at another friend’s house. There were about twenty or thirty people there, we were all having a good time, and my Molly, my gorgeous little daughter was off playing with some of the other kids in the garden. I’d had a few glasses of wine and was chatting away with some of the other guests.

“As the afternoon wore on, one of them took a shine to me and she started bringing over Tequila shots. It was cute and she was very pretty and I’ll admit, I got quite excited and imagined kissing her as we drank together.

“Suddenly it starts raining, and within a couple of minutes it was coming down really HARD,” she said as she squeezed Claire’s breast and nipple from behind, making her yelp quietly into the pillow. Leia’s hand started to roam further as she continued her story.

“This was a storm that would last all night. We all went running for cover, and obviously the barbeque was washed out so everyone headed home, including Molly and me. It was still early evening and we watched a couple of things on TV, but she went to bed before too long. I had another drink and watched the first half of a movie, hoping it would get naughty but it never did, so I went to bed as well.

“I was twisting and turning for a while, trying to get to sleep, but I was….” Leia paused as her fingertips glanced over Claire’s pussy lips before saying in a long, slow drawl, “fucking horny.”

Claire moaned into the pillow. She didn’t know how this story went but she knew how it would end. Coupled with Leia’s breathy voice in her ear, her body was very much responding.

As Leia’s fingers found Claire’s wetness, she continued her story.

“So, I needed to get myself off. I took out my laptop and my little silver clit stimulator toy and found the… special video I had at the time. It was a woman and supposedly her daughter, maybe eight or nine years old. The mum asked this girl to lick her pussy, and it was getting me really hot watching them with each other. I was going to town on my clit when I heard a huge bang from close outside. Ahhh, now you weren’t expecting that, were you?” said Leia grinning.

“I paused the video, turned my toy off and ran to the window, scared out of my wits, but I could see the security lights hadn’t come on, so I knew there was no-one out there. Then it banged again and I realised what it was – the side gate had blown open in the storm’s wind and it was just flapping about.”

“I quickly got my dressing gown on and went downstairs. I went outside and tied it up with some garden twine to stop it banging, then went back in and locked up again. I crept upstairs and turned the lights off before going back into my room.

“There on the bed, playing the video and holding the toy against her slit is my little girl Molly, completely naked.”

A sharp intake of breath from Claire.

“She’d been woken by the bang and saw me go downstairs, then came to wait for me in my room. She’d then seen the image on the laptop of this totally naked woman and girl, and hit play. I’m outside getting scratched fingers from the metal-cored twine, and my little girl is watching some very questionable activity on my laptop.”

Leia’s fingers were getting faster and harder between Claire’s thighs now as she reached the crescendo of the story.

“When I’d left the video, it had the little girl eating her pussy but after that, the woman had pulled out a dildo and started to fuck her with it. Molly had watched closely, and was trying to copy what was going on. It was un-fucking-believable. You know that I like little girls, and you know I was just watching one on my video. I’d had hours of feeling ridiculously horny with this sexy little redhead at the barbeque, and now, here’s my own daughter, naked on my bed and looking up at me with my dildo pressed to her little cunny.”

Claire’s whole body started to wind as those fingers went deep into her. She reached down and grabbed Leia’s wrist to try and pull more of her inside.

“I couldn’t stop watching her as she played with this toy. She could see I wasn’t mad, so she asked me how to use it.

“I was getting so fucking turned on I was almost delirious. I couldn’t resist. I knew I shouldn’t, but Molly was really enjoying it and had such a look of pleasure on her face that I couldn’t stop her. I slowly got on the bed with her and thought to myself, Okay, take the toy from her and just show her what it’s for, but that’s it. Nothing more.

“I flicked the switch, explaining what was happening as I went. I touched it to her hand, first of all, until she was used to the vibration, then on her thigh. She said she didn’t mind it, and then spread her legs a little more, just like the girl on the computer. I looked at her encouraging me, and that’s when I somehow decided that it was no different from pressing it against her arm, really. So I took the toy,” Claire’s breath held, “and pressed it against her clit.

“She went wild for it and asked me to keep doing that. I was going crazy myself, and was desperately moving my hips to try to scratch my own itch, but it was no good. She looked up at me and said ‘That’s so nice, Mummy.’ I realised I was starting to talk dirty to her, and she likes it as much as you do. ‘You like that, baby? Is that nice? Is Mummy making your pussy feel good?’ – all that kind of naughty talk.

“I had to reach down and play with myself, kind of secretly so she didn’t get distracted. I was running this slowly up and down Molly’s slit and seeing the reaction it gave her, and I was going crazy.

“So I was looking at my little girl, and she was smiling and softly moaning as I used my toy on her. I was fascinated by her little slit, and I just couldn’t resist any longer. I asked if Mummy could make her feel really good and she said yes. That was it — before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned forward, took in a big breath of her scent, and then slowly… I ran my tongue over my little girl’s cunt.”

Claire came hard, bucking against the fingers inside her and moaning loudly into the pillow.

Leia waited as she recovered, retelling little snippets of the story as if they were echoes bouncing around in Claire’s mind. Gradually she came back to near normal, but Leia wasn’t done. After Claire’s initial pussy-grasping orgasm had released her fingers and subsided, Leia switched her attention to other parts and instead started pinching and pulling on her pussy lips while she continued the story.

“There I was, licking her little cunt and it was the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest thing I’d ever done. Her tight little pussy. Her little underage cunt in my mouth. We even kissed a little bit as well before she asked me to carry on. She wanted more, the little slut. I of course obliged, but after a while I was so turned on that I asked her if she’d like to do the same to Mummy.”

Leia’s fingers were back around Claire’s clit now and she could feel a second orgasm quickly approaching.

“She couldn’t wait to try, and so I laid back on the bed. The next thing I knew, my little Molly, my darling little girl, was eating her nasty, slut mummy’s cunt. I couldn’t believe it — I was so fucking horny. I looked over into a mirror in the room and I could see our reflections in the mirror of my little girl between her mummy’s legs. The size difference between us, oh my fucking days — I nearly came from that alone. I fucking squirted everywhere. I’d warned her it might happen as I was teaching her, and she took it like a pro — all over her face, all in her mouth, everything — she lapped it up.”

Claire was now verging on another climax.

“We did all sorts that night — everything, pretty much.”

Leia’s fingers were dancing over Claire’s clit now, and she was close to making them both cum together. Their breathing changed and not a word was spoken for a good thirty seconds. Leia was going to make Claire ask.

She rolled on to her back, allowing Claire to do the same so they were lying side by side and each masturbating hard. They were staring at each other intensely as their hands flew over their own clits. They were both edging themselves, delaying as long as they could ahead of the very answer which they both knew would finish them off.

Claire finally gave in — and in a breathless whisper, she asked the question Leia knew she’d wanted the answer to all along: “How old?”

“She was four.”

Claire had the deepest orgasm she’d ever had in her life; she didn’t even notice Leia bucking hard next to her as the bed shook in time with their convulsions.

Carry on to Chapter Five!

by J. R. Hartley

Claire laid on the bed in shock, still feeling the afterglow of her crushing orgasm as she looked back and forth at these two minxes.

“Oh, my God.” she said simply, the corner of her mouth twitching in the slightest of smiles.

“Mmm, yummy!” said Molly. “Thank you Claire, that was fun. Can I go outside now, please, Mum?”

“Er…you’re welcome?” said Claire as Molly left the room.

“Did you enjoy that?” asked Leia.

“Oh my fucking god yes, I enjoyed that! I can’t believe it happened and it was over in seconds but…wow! Wow! I’ve just had my pussy eaten by a nine year old girl. Oh my fucking days, that was something else. Thank you so much, Leia.”

Leia was caressing her again while Claire relived the moment in her head. Leia’s fingers found her pussy and slid straight inside without any resistance. Claire closed her eyes and relaxed back on the pillow.

“Fuuuuuck!” she sighed.

“You’re a naughty girl, Claire.” grinned Leia. Claire’s eyes snapped open and she looked at her friend mischievously. “You’re lying here in this strange woman’s bed, completely naked,” she continued, slowly increasing the speed of her fingers inside Claire’s pussy. “You’re naked,” she went on, “because you spent hours fucking this hot little slut mama last night.”

Claire smiled back up at her friend, reaching up to take Leia’s nipple between her fingers.

“…and then when you woke up this morning. I called my daughter in…”

“Ohhhh, Leia.”

“Aaahhh, you like me mentioning my little girl, don’t you Claire? I can feel how wet you’ve just become. Hmmm, that’s sexy. That’s my sexy little whore.”

Claire was writhing now, staring into Leia’s beautiful face and doing her best to encourage her friend’s fingers ever deeper and stronger inside her as she talked.

“So I called little Molly, and in she came. My sweet little girl. My darling little angel climbed on to the bed and in between us.”

Claire was moaning loudly now.

“Molly threw back the covers. Then she started to eat your pussy. Hmmmmm, that’s right — you fucking squeeze my fingers, you sexy bitch. You like that, yeah? You’re remembering how her tongue felt, aren’t you?”

“Jesus fuck Leia, yes!”

“Her tiny little nine-year-old tongue. Her beautiful, cute little nine-year-old face looking up at you as she licked your cunt – you liked that, didn’t you?”

Claire had nearly lost the power of speech now as Leia’s fingers teased another orgasm forward. “Yes! Oh fuck yes, Leia. Amazing.”

“You liked having my little girl’s underage tongue in your hot, wet pussy, didn’t you Claire? Mmmm, that’s it, cum for me again. If you’re very good, I might even let you lick her as well.”

“Oh shit!” groaned Claire.

“You want that, babe? You want to lick her little nine-year-old cunt? My little girl? My sexy little daughter? You want to taste her little pussy, just like her slut mummy does every night?”

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Claire’s body convulsed with a mixture of images from past, present and future in her head, all involving Leia and her daughter, and she came hard for the second time that day, clamping Leia’s fingers in her cunt.

————–

Claire went home to change clothes that lunchtime and spent an hour sleeping on the sofa after lunch, dozing to the memories of everything that had happened. She was thankful for the rest after the exertion of the previous eighteen hours, and that Jessica was at her dad’s house for the evening.

That meant that she could accept Leia’s invitation out to a restaurant not too far away where they planned to get dressed up. She opted for a black dress with black stiletto boots and drove to the venue after picking up Leia and Molly.

All three walked in together and were shown to a circular booth at the back of the nearly empty room. Claire went to step around the table and tripped on the full-length table cloth, nearly pulling the whole thing off the table, making the three of them laugh conspicuously. A couple of older women sat in the opposite corner of the room and they cast disapproving glances at the noisy trio but they certainly didn’t let it bother them.

They ordered their food and were enjoying the evening, but Claire was quite surprised at Molly’s behaviour. In the car she had been sweetness and fun personified, but now it was as if she’d had a massive sugar rush. She was fidgety and whiny and complained as the waiter approached to take the order. Claire politely ignored it and figured the girl was seeking attention, so she started to talk to Molly about school while the waiter noted down their choices. That seemed to do the trick, and she was back to her normal self very quickly.

The conversation turned again and Claire found herself and Leia doing most of the talking while Molly sat and ate quietly, joining in as she wanted to.

As the main course finished and the plates were cleared away, the dessert menu was produced and it was as if Molly had switched again. “I want the candy ice-cream stack, Mum,” she said, a little too loudly. The waiter recognised another kid frustrated by their parents’ restrictions on puddings, a very familiar sight.

“Molly, no!” said Leia firmly. “You’re embarrassing me. Now, stop it. You can have the ice-cream or the panna cotta but that’s it. Everything else on here is enormous.”

“Mum!” croaked Molly, stifling a scream.

“That’s it, young lady. Time out. Now.” said Leia, looking daggers at her daughter.

“Fine!” said Molly and ducked down under the tablecloth in a rage.

“I’m so sorry,” said Leia to the waiter and Claire, prompting polite smiles from both. “She’ll have the panna cotta with raspberry coulis please, and we’ll also have a couple of coffees.”

“Of course, madam,” said the young waiter and turned away to ring up the order and make the drinks.

Claire was shocked at Molly’s behaviour, but then thought back to her own behaviour at that age and realised she was probably pretty similar in her own way. They continued their small talk for a few moments and as Leia spoke, she waited for the look of shock and panic in Claire’s eyes.

Ah, there it was. Leia kept her voice level and natural and left just enough room in the conversation for only the smallest of agreements from her companion.

The reason for Claire’s reaction was that beneath the table, she felt Molly’s hands on her legs, pushing her little black dress up her thighs. Molly was completely covered by the table-cloth, so no-one could see as she twisted her little body around under the table. She pushed Claire’s knees wide apart, and with a deft flick of the fingers to draw back Claire’s satin knickers, bent forward and licked her pussy again.

Claire could see Leia talking, but the world didn’t exist more than a couple of feet away from her; she didn’t catch a word said as she felt that little girl tongue silently lapping at her clit once more.

She slowly came to her senses and realised the situation she was in. She couldn’t stop it – she didn’t want to – but the possibility of being caught was terrifying. And exciting.

Leia knew exactly what was going to happen. They’d planned this, the pair of them. Claire couldn’t believe how naturally it had all been played out and now, she was sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant with a nice meal in her stomach and a nine-year-old girl’s tongue in her cunt. She smiled at how preposterously delicious it was, and found herself somehow able to join in the conversation.

Moments later, the waiter returned with the two coffees and placed them on the table. Claire felt Molly’s tongue stop directly on her clit, and froze so as not to make a single give-away sound.

The waiter mentioned that the panna cotta would be out in a couple of minutes, and Leia thanked him. The young man turned to walk away, but Leia’s inner devil whispered in her ear.

“Oh, excuse me,” she called, prompting the waiter back. “Would you have any extra brown sugar, please?” she smiled sweetly. He walked over to a supply station and brought back a couple of sticks before leaving again. All the while, Claire had Molly’s tongue directly on her clit.

“Ah yes, that should be enough I think now.” said Molly, handling the sugar, but in reality talking directly to Molly. Claire felt her dress being straightened out before Molly’s touch left her altogether.

Two taps on her mother’s knee, and Leia was given the signal.

“Are you ready to come out now, Molly? Your pudding is about to come.” The young girl re-appeared from under the table.

“Sorry, Mummy,” she said as she took her seat again.

“I …… I can’t believe that.” said Claire, a shocked smile on her face.

“I know. The first time Molly ate here it was just the two of us, and it was amazing,” said Leia, lacing the conversation with dual meanings.

“I bet!” said Claire. “I bet you’ve eaten here a few times then – I know I’d like another helping. Maybe I could come along some time again.”

“And bring Jessica!” said Molly as the waiter approached. “It’d be great to have another kid at the table.” Leia and Claire laughed incredulously; Molly hadn’t quite realised their game, but had unwittingly added her line perfectly.

The panna cotta was polished off in no time at all, interrupted only by a bout of the giggles when Leia asked Claire if she thought something similar was on the menu for the two old women in the other corner of the room.

As the waited cleared the plates away and went to print the bill, Molly shifted around the bench seat so she was sitting next to Claire.

“Can I tell you a secret, please Claire?” she asked.

“Of course you can, my love.”

Molly brought both hands to her mouth, cupping them in a cone shape as kids do when whispering to one another. She rested the other side of her hands over Claire’s ear.

“It was me eating your cunt.”

Claire almost spat the last bit of her coffee, and both Leia and Molly laughed out loud. She realised that this must have been another thing that they’d planned before.

The dirty little fuckers!

————–

The journey home was short, thankfully, and as soon as they got back to Leia’s, they opened a bottle of wine and sat in the dining room once more. Tonight the wine was much more pleasurable than functional; given their recent activities, none of them felt they needed help losing inhibitions.

They had eaten early due to Molly being with them, and it was still before 9:00 PM now that they were home. The conversation evolved into them each reliving what happened in the restaurant, and what they felt at each point. Claire was taken aback with how Molly was making this sound so innocent and so filthy at the same time.

“I knew I was going to pretend sulk and the man would understand why I was under the table, but I still giggled a bit when Mummy was talking to you both. I very nearly spread your legs right then and started licking, but I thought he might see your face. I bet it looked a picture when I licked her pussy, didn’t it Mummy?”

Leia giggled. “It sure did baby, nearly as much as when I called the guy back for more sugar and you two completely froze up – that was so funny!”

Leia smiled at the reaction this conversation was having on all three of them, and when they reached the part with them leaving the restaurant, she’d already decided what she was going to do. Being the considerate hostess, she stood and asked if either of them needed the bathroom. When both said no, Leia walked into the front living room and returned with a few of the large cushions she kept there.

Claire looked enquiringly at her friend but Leia had a beaming smile – she knew what was coming.

Leia walked to the kitchen and to the corner where the two walls – and therefore two countertops – met in an L shape. She placed the cushions on the floor and called for Molly who bounded in moments later, anticipating precisely this.

Leia walked back into the dining room and asked Claire to follow her. Wine duly picked up, she followed the sexy brunette into her kitchen. In the corner, on the countertops and immediately above the cushions, was an entirely naked little nine-year-old girl.

Her bottom was perched right in the joint between the two sides and she had her legs spread wide, spreading her tiny slit ever so slightly in the process. Molly’s hands were wandering all over her skin, pinching, pulling and rubbing as she wanted to.

Claire laughed, slightly taken aback; Leia put her arm around her friend.

“Now, Claire,” she started, “as you know, my little girl is just nine years old. She’s little, but she knows lots and lots of things. She knows how to act a role, as you saw. She also knows how to eat a woman’s pussy, as you felt. Twice now, in fact. However, there’s something she doesn’t know, and I hoped you could help her out there.”

Claire was already massively turned on, just watching the naked little girl looking back at her while running her fingers over her small body. “Well, how can I help?” she said, grinning.

“Well, the only woman’s tongue she’s ever had on her little baby girl clit is her mummy’s. I know that Molly loves Mummy licking her pussy, just as I know that you love the idea of me doing the same to her.”

“I rather do, yes.”

“Well, darling Claire. Would you eat my little girl’s cunt, please?”

“Oh yes, please do, Claire!” added Molly for good measure. “Mummy even got the cushions out to save your knees on this hard floor.”

Claire took a couple of steps forward and shucked her little black dress up her legs a touch. She knelt down in the corner of the kitchen with her head close to Molly’s pussy. She reached up and ran her fingertips and nails over her spread thighs, slowly zeroing in on her sexy little slit.

Leia noticed her pause, and after a few more seconds asked if Claire was okay.

“Yeah…. “ she said, turning around to glance at Leia while her fingers stayed on the girl’s inner thighs.

“What are you thinking, Claire?” There was a moment of silence where a spiky ball of worry appeared in Leia’s stomach, but she had no cause for concern.

“I want to watch you lick her first,” said Claire.

Leia smirked. “…and you’re going to stay right there, are you?”

“Sure am,” said Claire.

Leia stepped nearer and stood behind Claire, bending over her right shoulder. Claire’s face was only slightly further back, so she had an incredible view as Leia gently moved forward, enveloping the girl’s pussy with her lips. A few moments later and she could see Leia’s tongue gently sliding up and down Molly’s cunt, occasionally focusing on her tiny clit.

“Ooooooohhh, Mummy, that’s nice,” groaned Molly.

“Oh, my days.” whispered Claire, gasping at the piquant spectacle of a mother and daughter. To top it off, Leia had slipped a hand inside Claire’s dress and was fondling her left breast.

A few more licks, and Leia slowly withdrew after placing one last long, sucking kiss on her little girl’s clit.

“Your turn now, Claire,” said Molly, mischievously. “I’ve waited long enough to feel your tongue in my puss-puss.”

Claire closed her eyes momentarily before gazing straight at that little nine-year-old pussy. Her head lowered and her tongue found the little girl’s lips. Claire almost brain-gasmed; here she was, licking Molly’s beautiful little pussy while the girl’s mother stood behind, encouraging them. She looked up to see Molly playing with her own nipples for a while then down as Leia’s hand slipped inside her dress again.

“Lick her, Claire.” whispered Leia. “Suck that little nine-year-old cunt, you filthy fucking bitch.”

Claire was determined to savour this — and more importantly, for Molly to enjoy it. She kept looking up, partially for the astonishing, crotch-wetting sight of this sexy girl on her tongue but also making sure Molly was having fun. She stopped checking when Molly reached down, both hands on top of her head and started guiding her exactly where she wanted that tongue.

“Fuck yes, Claire. Eat me. Eat my nasty little cunt,” she hissed. “You like eating my underage pussy, you slut? You like fucking little girls, don’t you? You dirty bitch.”

Claire was loving the sudden upshift in dirty talk and put it down to her approaching orgasm at first, until she spotted Leia out of the corner of her eye, who had her phone out and was recording a movie.

“You like her tongue in your little-girl pussy, Molly?” asked Leia. “Mmmm, you’re making me so fucking wet, you two. Eat her cunt, Claire.”

Molly started shaking and had what approximated an orgasm right there on the counter-top, and right there on the camera. Claire had to get up as her knees were starting to hurt. Molly took charge and asked the two women to kiss. “I think it’s really hot watching you two kissing, and I’d like Mummy to taste her little girl’s juices in another woman’s mouth.”

Both Leia and Claire rolled their eyes with big smiles to Molly. “You naughty little thing!” Leia said, smiling broadly before she and Claire fulfilled her wish. Molly watched as the two grown women stood right there in the kitchen, passionately kissing each other while her pussy dripped onto the kitchen floor.

Continue to Chapter Four!

 

by No One

Editor’s Note: It is suggested that you at least skim through the previous chapter, as this one picks up right where that one left off. It will increase your appreciation of the contents, we solemnly swear.

Alex’s heart was hammering as she meekly followed Nettie into her bedroom, trying to work out her next move. When you’re doing something as crazy as making love to your own sister, how on earth to begin?

Nettie seemed intent on taking the lead, though, giving her an impatient nudge. Alex crawled onto the bed, then looked back to watch her sister hurriedly shedding her clothes. There was no sense of seduction to it, Nettie just seemed to want to get naked as fast as possible. Her tank top went flying, then she shoved her shorts and panties down with a single abrupt motion.

As Nettie stepped up to the bed, Alex ogled the nude teen, openly viewing her as a sexual partner for the first time. Her breasts were fairly small, but still a lot more shapely than Alex’s nearly-flat chest. She was skinny, but not in an unattractive way, made especially graceful by her long legs. The small patch of hair above her sex, just as blue as the hair on her head, was a cute touch — Alex hadn’t realized that Nettie also dyed her pubes until the previous time they’d shared this bed.

All in all, Nettie was amazingly sexy, and Alex would be plenty satisfied if she looked like her sister when she grew up.

Alex now watched in nervous anticipation as Nettie climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. She let herself be pushed down onto her back by the teenager, wondering what her sister had in mind. Then suddenly Nettie was back between her legs, that skilled tongue slipping into her once again.

Alex gasped, surprised. She’d assumed that it was her turn to do that now, but she wasn’t about to complain. Nettie only gave her a few licks, though, then began to kiss her way up Alex’s body.

Upon reaching Alex’s chest, Nettie began to kiss and lick her breasts, nibbling at the sensitive flesh. She even gently bit the nipples — which felt odd to Alex at first, but soon proved enjoyable, like little electric shocks of pleasure.

Nettie eventually continued on her way up and they ended up face to face. The teenager’s eyes were deep wells of ravenous desire — she seemed like a different person, almost. Alex had never had anyone look at her quite like that before. It made her a little nervous, but also very, very turned on, ready for whatever the other girl had in mind. When the distance between their lips vanished, she eagerly welcomed her sister’s tongue into her mouth.

They kissed with passion for a long moment, sometimes interrupted by little sounds of pleasure from Alex as Nettie’s thigh pressed against her vulva. Their tongues danced and tangled, Alex quickly gaining confidence and learning from her experienced partner. Soon, making out with her big sister felt like the most natural — and exciting! — thing in the world.

When they grew short of breath, Nettie broke their kiss and sat up. Her lusty gaze swept over Alex, who returned the appreciative look, waiting expectantly for what happened next.

When Nettie took hold of her leg and lifted it up, Alex raised a puzzled eyebrow at her own foot, now propped on her sister’s shoulder, wondering, What’s she up to now?

Things became a whole lot clearer when Nettie lowered her sex until it was resting against hers, then thrust her hips forward.

“Oooh!” Alex cried, quickly catching on to the idea as their pussies pressed tightly together. Nettie obviously knew what she was doing, quickly getting a delicious rhythm going that soon had them both groaning.

Alex had never imagined that girls could have sex this way, but it did make perfect sense, now that she was experiencing it for herself. Their splayed pussies, now quite slippery, rubbed together in a most intimate manner, every little spot being stimulated — especially their pleasure buds, which felt positively divine. She wondered if that’s what it was like to do it with a boy, but doubted it.

Even though she’d just recently climaxed, Alex began to feel ecstasy slowly building back up within her. Of course, she knew from experience that back-to-back orgasms were definitely possible, from when Chloe had given her that very experience. Or had it really been just Chloe? Now more than ever, she wondered if this really was her first sexual contact with Nettie.

Judging by her sister’s ragged breath and urgent moans, Nettie was way ahead of her on the path to orgasm. The teenager was rolling her hips faster now, groaning with every thrust, clutching Alex’s leg tightly.

“Fuck!” Nettie suddenly hissed through gritted teeth. Her body tensed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and Alex knew she was coming. Hard, by the looks of it.

Nettie’s grinding movements slowed, but never ceased completely. She watched Alex through half-closed eyelids as she caught her breath then, once she’d recovered a little, ramped up her rhythm once again — which Alex definitely appreciated, as she was the one whose moans were growing urgent now.

Nettie extended a hand to play with Alex’s breasts — caressing and cupping them, even pinching her nipples. One might think that those sensations would pale by comparison to the heavenly feelings between Alex’s legs, but on the contrary, they complemented and enhanced her pleasure, and made the whole thing even better.

Alex was slowly but surely getting closer and closer to the edge, the blissful conclusion now imminent. She stared fixedly at her sister who was giving her so much pleasure, the oddness of the situation all but forgotten. Nettie’s skin was shiny with sweat and her hair plastered to her forehead, somehow making her even more beautiful.

Their eyes met just as the climax hit, and Nettie held her gaze as Alex shouted out her pleasure and thrashed about, an ecstatic torrent flooding her brain. Then the teenager also cried out, Alex’s rapture having apparently triggered a very quick second orgasm for her as well.

Their movements gradually slowed as their mutual pleasure gently abated, leaving them panting and shaking. Nettie rolled off to one side and collapsed next to Alex. They lay side by side for a long while, staring at the ceiling and breathing hard.

*****

Shit. I actually fucked my little sister, Nettie thought, once her sated libido let her think more clearly.

She ought to feel guilty for what had just happened, but instead the thought of it still sent a little shiver of excitement through her. It was what she had desired all along if she was honest with herself. And sometimes, when Nettie was turned on, another side of her just… took over.

Besides, Alex had obviously enjoyed her own part in it.

Nettie turned towards her sister and was immediately enthralled yet again by her sexy young body. Alex’s skin was slick with sweat, her small chest heaved up and down with deep breaths, and the girl’s pussy lips and upper thighs glistened with their mingled juices.

Nettie felt renewed desire well up at the sight. God, again already? Reaching out, she ran her fingers softly across Alex’s ribs, then caressed her belly.

Alex turned as well to meet Nettie’s gaze, then let out a nervous little laugh. “Uh, wow…” was all she said.

“Yeah,” Nettie had to agree. She could hardly deny the sex had been really fucking hot. The first orgasm was unbelievably intense, while the second had hit fast enough to leave her breathless. And while she’d love to claim otherwise, she knew that the messed-up incest thing was a big part of why she’d been so damn turned on. Hopefully, Alex saw it the same way. “Um… you’re okay, right?”

Alex chuckled. “I guess so. Kinda worn out,” she said, raising herself up onto her elbows with some slight difficulty. “I didn’t think you were gonna… jump me like that,” she added, though she sounded more amused than accusatory.

“Oh, didn’t you?” Nettie had a hard time believing that, recalling how her sweet and innocent sister had turned into a slutty little temptress in the bathroom earlier. “With all that teasing before? You knew exactly what you were doing, girl.”

Alex flashed a little self-satisfied smirk. “Well… maaaybe.” She sat up, her blonde hair stuck to her sweat-glazed back, peering over her shoulder at Nettie. “Still, um… this is pretty weird, right?”

Nettie shrugged. It was extremely weird, but she didn’t want to make Alex feel bad about anything. Who knows, maybe she’ll want to do it again. She felt her pussy throb at the thought. “Maybe. Weird but hot,” she said.

Alex giggled, then she studied Nettie for a moment, her expression growing more serious, until Nettie was getting afraid that something really was wrong. Just before Nettie could ask what the matter was, her sister spoke up, “Was this, um… Was it really the first time that you… touched me that way?”

“What?” Nettie was confused for a second, then she sat bolt upright when it dawned on her that Alex was aware of what had happened during their threesome with Chloe. “Oh. Shit! You knew?”

“I do now,” Alex said, looking pleased with herself.

Nettie winced, realizing that she’d just been tricked by her baby sister. Damn it, I should’ve just played dumb.

She took a deep breath. “Look, it was fucking Chloe. She grabbed my hand and put it on your pussy, and, uh… I didn’t want you to know so I kinda went along with it and… Ugh, I swear this made sense at the time,” Nettie tried to explain, then realized that they had just gone a lot further anyhow. “Well… I guess it doesn’t matter at this point, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s okay… Um, it was nice that time, too,” Alex said with a shy smile that somehow got Nettie’s blood pumping.

Damn. I guess I do like shy little girls. Shy but naughty.

Then Alex’s smile turned mischievous, and she added, “I bet you just really wanted to touch your little sister. Perv.”

Nettie immediately felt her pussy getting wet at her sister’s words. Bullseye, she thought as her cheeks grew a little warm. That wasn’t the only part of her heating up, though…

“That’s what you think, huh?” She crawled towards Alex and sat behind her, legs on either side. “Well, in my defense… “ She kissed the nape of Alex’s neck, then her shoulder. “My little sister is really sexy.”

Alex turned her head to look into Nettie’s eyes, her insolence turned bashful. “You really think so?”

“I only bang sexy girls, so you must be,” Nettie said, the line coming easily, as if she was flirting with a girl her own age. Smooth-talking your sister. Nice.

It worked, though. Alex dissolved into giggles, turning crimson as she leaned back and snuggled against Nettie.

She really is fucking cute, though, Nettie thought, wrapping both arms around her sister. She inhaled deeply of the girl’s scent — sweat and shampoo, and a sexy hint of the pleasures they’d shared earlier. Pleasures that Nettie really wouldn’t mind enjoying again.

She wanted to take her time, though. Even if she was feeling the need grow inside her — with her nipples stiffening against Alex’s back — there was something to be said for letting the anticipation slowly build, until the mood was right. She hoped Alex would agree.

Nettie began softly caressing her sister’s body. Her arms, her sides, her belly, her thighs, sometimes nuzzling her hair — all mostly innocent for now, but it was nice, Alex’s skin soft and warm.

The girl seemed to be enjoying it as well, her head resting against Nettie, occasionally making little satisfied noises. After a while, she spoke up. “I didn’t know we could, um… do it that way, like earlier. Y’know?” She mimicked their interlocked legs with her fingers.

“Yeah, that’s called tribbing. Pretty fun, sometimes. You liked it, right?”

Alex nodded, giggling.

“There are lots of ways for girls to have fun together…” Nettie added, hoping Alex would like to try some of them. Preferably in the next few minutes.

Her sister looked rather intrigued as she turned to look at Nettie. “Does that mean we’re  gonna be… you know, doing this kind of stuff again?”

Nettie shrugged, feigning indifference — which did take some effort, as the thought of having sex with Alex on a regular basis definitely got her blood pumping. “Dunno. I wouldn’t want you to think I was an even bigger perv…”

Alex laughed. “Weeeell… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad…”

“Oh yeah?” Nettie let her hand wander up to her sister’s chest, cupping one of those sexy little tits and giving the nipple a squeeze.

Alex let out a cute gasp at the contact. “N-now?”

“I don’t know about you…” Nettie said, kissing Alex’s neck, then moving up to her ear, “but I’m still horny.”

Alex replied with an encouraging smile, then leaned back against Nettie, clearly giving her free rein to proceed as she pleased.

Smiling, Nettie resumed her caresses, though with a far naughtier purpose in  mind. Concentrating on her sister’s nascent breasts, she fondled them to her heart’s content — cupping and squeezing, toying with the nipples and gently pinching them, coaxing those little nubs to stiffness.

She’d always enjoyed girls with petite figures, but this was taking things to another level. These just-budding breasts were captivating in a way that was hard to describe, and Nettie could no longer deny that she was even more turned on because they belonged to her sister.

Once she had Alex moaning softly at her every touch, Nettie let one of her hands slowly — very slowly — trail down her sister’s body, letting the girl anticipate its destination. When she reached Alex’s sex, though, she only brushed it lightly with a fingertip before continuing to her inner thigh, then back up for another quick stroke and on to the other leg. Once more for good measure, and by then Alex was squirming.

“S-stop teasing!” she protested, trying to push her hips towards Nettie’s hand.

“Oh? Am I?” Nettie asked, as if she had no idea what Alex was talking about. “Tell me what you want, then.” Another brief touch of her sister’s pussy made the girl gasp, then groan in frustration.

“No, don’t do that! Just… keep going. Please,” Alex begged, her need growing more urgent.

Nettie pondered whether she was ready to stop teasing her sister. It was so much fun, after all. Alex had said the “magic word” but… No, that’s not going to cut it, Nettie decided, as she settled on what she really wanted to hear. “No. Say ‘fuck me.’ ”

Alex turned wide eyes on Nettie. “W-what? Why?”

“ ‘Cause. I want to hear you say it.”

Alex gave her a dubious look, but quickly reconsidered once Nettie began to take her hand away. “No, wait… um, f-fuck me!” she blurted, before quickly looking away, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

“Mmm,” Nettie purred. Simply hearing her innocent — mostly innocent, anyway — little sister saying that word made her so hot that she was sure she was leaving a wet spot on the bed covers. It was amusing that a girl who had just enjoyed tribbing with her own sister was now so embarrassed over mere words, but her awkwardness made it that much more exciting somehow.

Her sister’s treat now fully earned, Nettie wasted no time bringing her hand back to Alex’s pussy — and not for a light touch, not this time. She pressed firmly against her sister’s sex, slipping a finger between the juicy labia.

Alex’s response was immediate. “Ah! Yes!” she exclaimed, intense relief evident in her voice.

Nettie leaned in close to kiss and lick her sister’s neck, all the while using a fast up-and-down rhythm on Alex’s slit. The girl was already soaking wet; all that teasing had clearly done its job. Nettie tried to remember if she’d get this wet at Alex’s age. She rather doubted it, but then again, her own experiences at the time had been strictly solitary.

She trailed kisses up to Alex’s ear, where she tickled the girl’s earlobe with her tongue for a moment. Then, as she pressed down on Alex’s clit, Nettie whispered, “say it again.”

“Ah! F… fuck… fuck me,” Alex stammered, complying with some difficulty.

A delicious shiver traversed Nettie’s body, nearly as good as if she was the one being touched. I just might be developing a fetish for little girls talking dirty, she thought. She scooched up close, pressing her cunt against Alex’s tight little ass, every squirm and twitch of the girl’s body giving her a jolt of pleasure. It wouldn’t get her off, but the sheer lewdness of the act made it very enjoyable.

Speaking of fucking, I wonder… Nettie bent one finger and very carefully probed the entrance to Alex’s vagina, slipping the tip inside. It didn’t go in very far at all before she encountered resistance. Evidently, her little sister hadn’t been as adventurous as Chloe in her self-discovery — her hymen was still very tight. Still, Nettie felt that, as wet as Alex was, she could probably penetrate her without any trouble. Much as the idea turned her on, though, she didn’t want to push the still rather inexperienced young girl further than she was ready to go.

In fact, Alex now tensed up at the intrusion. “W-wait!” she said, a note of panic in her voice.

“Shhh, don’t worry. Just checking,” Nettie said. Withdrawing her finger, she applied it to Alex’s clit instead and soon had her sister melting in her arms. Maybe some other time, she thought.

Alex was breathing hard now, letting out urgent little moans in a manner that somehow managed to be both sexy and adorable. Her hands gripped Nettie’s thighs tightly as she advanced towards her third climax.

Nettie made quick little circular motions on her sister’s clit, eager to bring her to ecstasy. With her other hand, she caressed Alex’s breasts, teasing the nipples in a way that she knew would only heighten the girl’s pleasure.

“Mmmm, yeah…” Alex moaned thickly. Then, as if taken by surprise, “Oh! Oh God!” Her whole body tensed and her legs closed tightly around the hand pleasuring her. For a long moment she lay in Nettie’s arms, silent and shaking, lost in an orgasm so powerful that it seemed to have stolen her voice away.

Finally, Alex inhaled sharply, then slowly let out a long, trembling breath. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at Nettie in disbelief. “Oh, wow… that one was even stronger.”

“You’re welcome,” Nettie said.

Giggling, Alex gently pulled away from their embrace, then let herself flop down on the bed. “You’re… pretty good at that,” she said, lazily stretching her limbs.

“I know,” Nettie replied as she lay down next to her sister. “Not that marketable, unfortunately.”

Alex chuckled, then closed her eyes. Nettie let her recover, quietly admiring the young girl’s body as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

After a while, Alex turned to her side to face Nettie, offering a shy smile as her eyes did some admiring of their own. Nettie watched her sister with interest, wondering if she was about to try something.

With some hesitation, Alex reached out. She lightly traced Nettie’s ribs, then slowly slid her hand up until she was cupping a breast. Despite her obvious shyness, she gave it a squeeze and ran her thumb over the nipple.

Nettie shivered all over — and not only because of how good it felt. This was the first time her sister had taken the lead, and that immediately sent her lust into overdrive. Alex’s timid, tentative exploration somehow made it even more arousing. Nettie leaned forward to kiss her sister,, then  stopped herself, deciding to let Alex make the first move there as well.

As their eyes met, Alex understood the intent. She inched closer until their faces were just a breath apart, then after a cute, nervous giggle, pressed her lips to Nettie’s for a soft kiss that quickly grew passionate.

After a moment, Nettie felt her sister’s tongue hesitantly emerge, and quickly parted her lips to welcome it in. She gently sucked on Alex’s tongue while reaching out with one hand to grasp the girl’s pert little ass, drawing their bodies together.

Perhaps distracted by their increasingly fervent kisses, Alex seemed to have forgotten that her hand was still cupping a breast, but once in a while she managed a squeeze that sent a blissful shock straight to Nettie’s sex.

Yearning for more, Nettie rolled onto her back, pulling Alex halfway on top. Just as she’d hoped, her sister’s thigh pressed right between her legs, drawing a moan from her lips that broke their kiss.

Alex raised a puzzled eyebrow, then glanced down the length of their bodies. “Oh,” she said, spotting the source of Nettie’s pleasure. A smile spread on her lips, this time more mischievous than shy, and she worked her thigh harder against Nettie’s pussy.

“Mmmm, yes,” Nettie moaned again. Their lips came together once more, though this time it was Nettie who had some difficulty concentrating on the kiss. Alex kept up a grinding motion with her thigh — applying pressure, then pulling away — and she soon had Nettie panting. The girl was a quick learner.

Shifting her attention, Alex looked down at Nettie’s chest for a moment, her lips pursed as if she was trying to decide something. Then she slowly lowered her mouth to one nipple, took it between her lips and very gently sucked on it, glancing up to gauge Nettie’s reaction.

“Mm, yeah, that’s nice,” Nettie said, enjoying her sister’s tentative experimentation. She lifted a hand to the back of Alex’s head, applying just a hint of pressure to encourage her. “Don’t be shy… that feels great. You can even bite, if you feel like it.”

Alex arched an eyebrow at Nettie, her expression turning playful once again. She bared her teeth comically, then took the nipple between them, lightly biting down. Nettie’s sharp intake of breath seemed to please her, and she repeated the maneuver on the other breast, then proceeded to flick the nipple with her tongue. Her confidence clearly growing as she went, Alex was soon all over Nettie’s tits, her mouth and tongue working wonders.

Nettie purred with pleasure, loving her sister’s developing expertise. She let her hand trail down Alex’s back to fondle her ass, all the while enjoying the delicious sensations the girl was giving her.

After a while, Alex paused and sat up, glancing down the length of Nettie’s body. “Um…” she began, then hesitated.

“Yeah?” Nettie studied her sister with a rising anticipation, hoping that she and Alex were thinking the same thing.

“Can you teach me to, uh… y’know, do it to you with my tongue? Um, down there, I mean?” Alex finally asked, her cheeks coloring again. “When Chloe gets back, I want to… well, know what to do…”

“Wanna learn how to please your girlfriend, huh?” Nettie teased.

Alex gave her a look. “She’s not my girlfriend… I don’t think. And anyway, I feel like maybe you’ll enjoy teaching me,” she added, trailing a finger up Nettie’s inner thigh.

Though she’d been thinking she couldn’t get any more turned on, her sister’s touch nearly drove Nettie mad with anticipation. “Oh, you’re damn right,” she said as she sat up to give Alex a kiss. “Happy to be your guinea pig.” She lay back, supported by her elbows, and spread her legs wide open, enjoying her sister’s wide-eyed stare. “It’s really not that complicated, honestly. You’ve got the same parts, right? And you already had it done to you, so you know what feels good. Just follow your instincts and explore. And pay attention to your partner, both what she actually says and how her body reacts to what you’re doing.”

Alex nodded gravely — her demeanor perhaps a little too serious for this kind of lesson — then knelt between Nettie’s legs and slowly drew closer. She paused for a long moment, taking in the view of Nettie’s sex. It was the first time she’d seen one this closely, after all.

Nettie couldn’t help but squirm a little. Feeling the caress of her sister’s breath was driving her crazy. She had a strong urge to thrust her sex into Alex’s face, but resisted the temptation. This was not a time to be overly aggressive. Instead, she just nodded encouragingly when Alex glanced up at her.

Her body tensed as she saw Alex finally closing in to make her move, then a great shiver ran through her when she felt her sister deposit a soft kiss on her nether lips. Alex gave her a shy smile, then poked her tongue out for a tentative lick, followed by a longer one tracing Nettie’s slit.

Nettie grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet, then a low moan forced itself past her lips when she felt Alex’s tongue slip deeper between her labia. “God, yes, like that.” Her sister was quickly getting the hang of pleasuring a girl, her tongue now roaming freely and exploring Nettie’s folds, at times teasing the opening to her vagina or flicking over her clit.

“Mmmm, yeah. That feels so good, Alex,” she breathed. The name came to her lips without thinking, but somehow it made the situation more real in her mind. My baby sister is eating my pussy. Her whole body trembled in excitement at the thought. And I fucking love it.

As Nettie’s breathing grew ragged and her moans more urgent, Alex’s tongue became more vigorous, her pace more frantic, pushing Nettie into ever deeper realms of pleasure. The girl’s uncertainty had evaporated like morning mist.

Nettie’s body started violently the next time Alex brushed her clitoris. “Fuck! Yes! Lick my clit, sis,” she cried.

Sis. She hadn’t called Alex that since… probably since she was her sister’s age, actually. In the throes of passion, it only served to send her closer to the edge, now fast approaching.

An obedient Alex concentrated all her efforts on this most sensitive spot, and Nettie felt the coils of pleasure tighten inside, her release now unavoidable. “Look at me,” she ordered urgently, then held Alex’s gaze as her orgasm hit — hard. A choked cry exploded from her throat as the world seemed to fade away, leaving only ecstasy — and her little sister’s eyes.

Once she couldn’t take any more, Nettie let herself fall back on the bed, breaking away from Alex’s heavenly tongue. It took a while before she could catch her breath, and her chest rose and fell as Alex crawled up to lie next to her.

“Shit. That was intense,” Nettie said, once she could speak again.

“I did pretty good, then?” Alex looked very proud of herself.

“I’d say so. Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” Her sister had done an amazing job for a beginner. Granted, Nettie had been very turned on by the sheer lewdness of the situation, but Alex seemed to be a very quick study as well, swiftly adapting to what Nettie liked best.

Alex giggled. “I think I’d remember it. I guess I had a good teacher. Teachers, I mean.”

“Yeah, well, you might just be a natural, too. Maybe it runs in the family,” Nettie said, then leaned over to give Alex a kiss. She wondered if the novelty of the forbidden would wear off some time, but for now, an excited shiver still ran through her as she tasted herself on her own sister’s tongue.

“Anyway,” Nettie continued when they broke apart, “you don’t have to worry at all about disappointing Chloe.” Vivid images of Alex between Chloe’s legs danced in her mind. She certainly wouldn’t mind seeing that happen, and she knew for a fact that Chloe would only be too happy to let her watch — and more. “Actually, there are a lot of things about this”—she indicated their entangled nude bodies—”that Chloe will love.”

“Now I guess we don’t have to decide who gets to be alone with her first, huh?” Alex said, her smile still a little coy, but with excitement shining in her eyes.

Nettie chuckled. “Yeah, I guess not. In fact, I think we’re gonna give little Chloe a birthday she’ll never forget.” Though she was completely spent — or so she’d thought — her pussy still throbbed at the thought of getting Chloe and Alex in a real threesome this time. On the other hand, she couldn’t just let Chloe have her way that easily. “You know what? I think we can give her some payback at the same time.”

“Yeah? How?”

“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy it.” Nettie flashed an enigmatic smile. “But first, we should probably get dressed before Mom—”

She was interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. “Shit!” Nettie hissed, snatching her panties off the floor and wriggling into them as quickly as she could.

“My clothes are still in the bathroom!” Alex said, panicked.

“Shit,” Nettie repeated. Their mom would probably be coming to retrieve her clothes from the dryer, and there was no way that a naked Alex running out of Nettie’s room wouldn’t look just a bit suspicious. She might not even bother checking in on Nettie but… then again, she might.

Nettie looked around, grabbed a discarded t-shirt and threw it to Alex. “Here, put this on.” The shirt was just long enough to conceal her sister’s nudity. The younger girl quickly struggled into it.

Just as they finished making themselves somewhat presentable, there was a knock at the door. Nettie snatched a bottle of Febreze from her dresser and sprayed it around for good measure. The room smelling like sex might be even more difficult to explain than the odor she usually tried to hide with the air freshener.

“Hey, thanks for taking care of the clothes…” her mom began when Nettie finally opened the door. “Oh,” she added when she noticed Alex, raising an eyebrow. “Everything all right here?”

“Sure. Just… trying on some clothes,” Nettie explained, cringing inwardly at how unlikely that sounded. “You know, girl stuff.”

“Really.” Her eyes shifted from Nettie to Alex and back again a few times. She looked uncertain whether to be amused or alarmed. “Well. You have fun, then. I have to run.” She nearly turned away, then paused. “It’s… really nice to see you two not at each other’s throats, for once,” she said, smiling.

Nettie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, bye,” she said before shutting the door in her mom’s face. That would show her that everything was normal.

“Blah blah blah, not at each other’s throats for once,” Nettie mimicked. “We don’t fight that much,” she said as she turned back to her sister. “Well, not all the time,” she added when Alex looked skeptical.

“Just most of the time.” Alex chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice that tugged at Nettie’s heart.

It was true that they’d been a lot closer when they were younger. But as Nettie got older and became interested in “grown-up” things, her kid sister just turned into an annoyance. Still, maybe she’d overdone it, she thought, suddenly nostalgic for a simpler time.

“Look, I know I always treat you like a little brat,” Nettie began, sitting next to Alex on the bed. “And hell, sometimes you totally are a brat. But… okay, overall, you’re not that bad.” With that, she reached out and mussed her sister’s hair.

“Gee, thanks,” Alex said, making a face as she pushed Nettie’s hand away.

“Oh, fine,” Nettie said with an exaggerated sigh. “I love my little sister, alright?”

A slow smile spread on Alex’s lips until she was positively beaming, then she caught Nettie in a great big hug.

Surprised at first, Nettie soon found herself getting a little choked up. She held her sister tightly and kissed her hair. She couldn’t let things get too mushy, though. “Don’t tell anyone I said that, though. I’ll totally deny it,” she whispered.

She felt Alex’s body shaking with laughter, then noticed her sister’s shirt had ridden up, showing off her perfect ass and bringing to mind other ideas. Yeah, definitely gonna be closer from now on. Way closer.

“So, anyway. I was about to tell you what we’re gonna do with Chloe…” Nettie grinned wickedly as she began explaining her plan.

Off to Chapter 9!

By Girl Lover

Across town, Akiko stirred, opening her eyes to see what time it was. A little after seven, Saturday morning. She yawned, a big yawn with a full stretch. She was still tired. It seemed throughout the night, she kept feeling Courtney’s hands touching her…especially her butt.

It was funny how Courtney’s mom let them do this when every other parent, including her own, would be aghast at the idea. Akiko bit her lip at the thought of her parents. They didn’t know about this new life of hers and wouldn’t know for a very long time, perhaps never. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was with her girlfriend who loved her and would protect her. As she told Courtney last night, ‘There is only now. Nothing else.”

She nuzzled against the older teen, pressing her face into her cleavage as Courtney’s arm curled around her then felt Courtney kissing the top of her head. Akiko turned over, smiling up at her. Courtney, propped up on her elbow, glided her hand along her body as Akiko watched. As Courtney’s fingers ran across her ribs, Akiko curled up, giggling and she closed her hand over Courtney’s hand. They laid there quietly for a moment when Akiko remembered something she had been meaning to ask, but had been kind of hesitant. It was something Courtney said last night, but was afraid of what the answer would be, “Have you uh…done it with many girls?”

“Yea.”

A look of sadness crossed Akiko’s face. She looked away, asking quietly, “Were they all your girlfriends?”

“They didn’t mean anything to me. It was just sex.”

Akiko turned over to face her. “But how can you do something so special with someone who doesn’t mean anything?”

“I just wanted to fuck, but that’s not how I feel about you. You’re special to me. That’s why I wrote those notes.”

Akiko remembered how Courtney rescued her from the despair that she was in. “You did make me feel special.” She put her arm around Courtney, pressing herself against her, feeling her warmth and security and…. She glanced up at Courtney as she felt Courtney’s fingers once again in her butt.

“We’ve already done enough of that!” Akiko chided her. “Let’s do something else.”

“You sound like Mom.”

“What do you want to do today?”

A grin crossed Courtney’s face. “Fuck.”

“Is that all you think of? I know! Let’s go to the park!” Akiko exclaimed, sitting up on her knees.

Courtney frowned, “What’re we going to do there?”

“Oh, there’s lots of things. We can feed the ducks or play on the playground or…ooh, I know! We can play miniature golf” She looked excitedly at Courtney’s sour face. “Don’t you want to play miniature golf?”

Courtney huffed in objection, then her eyebrows raised as she had an idea. “How about we go to UT?”

*****

Akiko got dressed and came into the kitchen to see what was for breakfast while Courtney stayed behind in bed. “Good morning!” Courtney’s mom greeted her cheerily. Then seeing how tired she looked, she asked, “Did Courtney keep you up too late?” She sighed then, murmuring, “That girl.” She pointed to the table and said, “Have a seat.” As she stirred the scrambled eggs on the stove, she asked, “Did you two have any plans for today?”

“I want to go to Peter Pan Golf and Zilker Park.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Then in a more unenthusiastic tone, she added, “And what did Courtney think of that idea?”

Akiko answered glumly, “She didn’t like it. She wants to go to UT.”

“Well, that sounds nice. What does she want to do there.”

In a sullen, quiet voice, Akiko mumbled, “She wants to…uh…do it…in a parking garage.”

Rolling her eyes, Mom huffed in frustration, muttering, “I should have known.” Going over to the stove, she fixed three plates and brought them over, setting one before Akiko. As they began eating, Courtney came out of the bedroom, walking over to Akiko and kissing the top of her head. “Courtney, I want you to stop pestering this poor girl just because you can’t control your urges! You two are going to spend the day together without you acting like a lecherous old man!” Courtney glared angrily at her mother. “Don’t give me that look,” her mother continued. “Just because you’re in the mood doesn’t mean that she is. I know you care about this sweet girl, so why don’t you show her you care?” Courtney solemnly nodded. “A relationship is give and take,” Courtney’s mother continued. “First do something that Akiko wants to do, then afterwards, y’all can do something that you want to do.” Courtney grinned at Akiko. Then Mom added, “Which I guess in your case means you two will be in the bedroom again.”

*****

The rest of the day was long and miserable for both Caroline and her mom. Neither said anything to the other, each alone in their own thoughts. Though the tension was thick between them, neither Dad nor Dana seemed to notice. Caroline sat on her bed, unable to find joy in anything. Mom spent most of the day on the back patio, sitting and staring at nothing.

Late that night after everyone was asleep, Mom turned over in bed. She had been trying to get to sleep for the past hour with no luck. But it wasn’t tension this time, it was lust. Her mind kept going back to the hotel room, to Caroline lying on top, frantically humping her. Before she knew it, her hand had wandered down, seemingly of its own accord, so that she was feverishly rubbing her sopping pussy. She kept seeing her daughter’s wincing face, hearing her grunting moans, and then began imagining Caroline watching her masturbate.

As she bit into her pillow so that Dad, sleeping next to her, wouldn’t hear, she heard Caroline’s voice in her head, breathy and full of wonder, “Are you cumming, Mom?” Suddenly, her orgasm tore through her as she tried her best to keep from screaming.

Caroline continued chattering away in her mind, “You’re doing it, Mom! You’re cumming! I wanna cum! Can I cum too, please?” Caroline’s image faded away as she collapsed, exhausted, her body still twitching.

What am I doing?! Out of breath, she thought about what just happened. What it meant.

Down the hall, Caroline lay weakly on her bed, breathing heavily. She turned off the Kira Powers video and glanced over at Dana to see if she was still asleep. She was. After a moment, she pulled her panties back up, feeling much more contented, and soon drifted off to sleep.

*****

The next day, Sunday, passed by, no different than the day before. The silence and tension was wearing on them and with last night’s revelation, Mom realized she would have to address it.

That night, well after midnight, Caroline, unable to fall asleep, went into the kitchen for a drink of water. Seeing a bright light from the living room, she found her mom sitting quietly on the couch, aimlessly flipping through the TV channels with the sound off. Mom turned her head as Caroline approached. “Can’t sleep?” she asked. Caroline shook her head. “Me either.” Caroline joined her on the couch. Mom brushed Caroline’s hair from her face, “You look just as miserable as I do.”

Caroline glanced over at the TV, saying quietly, “I keep thinking of us back at the hotel. And how happy I was.”

“Me too.”

“I know what we did wasn’t right, but it felt right to me.”

“It’s not right to your father,” Mom replied.

Caroline thought for a minute, “But it’s not like you were doing it with a stranger…and it’s not like you don’t love Dad anymore. It’s just that…we both like to do it and so…we’re–” She paused, unsure how to finish, then said, “You’re not hurting anyone.”

Mom didn’t respond, thinking over what Caroline just said. Her eyebrows raised slightly, “You sorta have a point. As much as I hate to admit it.” She took a deep breath. “When we were at the hotel, I never felt so…alive and–” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Horny.”

“I liked it.”

Mom sighed. “So did I. Maybe…this is something that isn’t…really wrong. Maybe it’s something we kinda need.”

“What about Dad? And Dana?”

Mom sighed, “We’ll have to be careful.”

“You mean–?” Caroline asked hopefully.

“I mean, this is something we’ll need to keep to ourselves. And like I told you before, it’ll change what we are to each other. Foremost, we are mother and daughter, but on special occasions, when we’re alone….”

Caroline’s eyes sparkled in a glimmer of anticipation, “Could we…maybe–”

Her mother narrowed her eyes at her thoughtfully with a hint of disbelief. “You mean now?” Caroline’s sheepish grin was her answer. Mom smirked, whispering, “You’re shameless. We can’t go to a hotel now. It’s the middle of the night.”

“We could do it in the car,” Caroline suggested.

Mom’s eyes widened, “You really are determined, aren’t you?” Caroline smiled, blushing. Mom thought for a moment how crazy this was. Seeing the hopeful gleam in her daughter’s eyes, she said, “I can’t believe I’m going to do this. Come on.” She stood up, taking her daughter’s hand and quickly went out into the garage. Opening the back door of their SUV, they climbed in and quietly closed the door.

“It’s too dark in here. I can’t see anything,” Caroline complained.

“I know, but we can’t turn on the light.”

“Hey, I just remembered. I left my tablet in here.” Caroline fumbled around in the darkness and suddenly a dim light pierced the darkness. Caroline quickly swiped and pressed on the screen several times. Then Mom heard a voice from the tablet, “…so in her very first video, Kira Powers.”

Mom’s eyes widened, “What’re you doing?!”

“Playing a video so the screen won’t turn off.”

“Can’t you put something else on.”

“I wanna watch it. It makes me wanna have sex.” Mom sighed in annoyance as Caroline held out the screen so they both could watch. In the video, a middle-age man sat beside Kira, who looked as if she were still in high school.

“This is really your first video? You look like you’re in high school,” Caroline commented.

“I still was. I had just turned 18 and snuck off to do this,” Mom glanced at her, frowning, “Just like you did yesterday morning.”

As they watched, Kira took off her clothes and laid on the bed naked, her legs wide open, while lazily rubbing her pussy. A minute later, the man, also naked, got on the bed beside her and Kira raised up on her hands and knees and began sucking his dick. As they watched, Caroline said, “You were so lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“You got to do it whenever you wanted to.”

“Just because you’re having sex with someone doesn’t mean it feels good or that you’re enjoying it. There were a lot of really nice men and women that I really liked being with, but eventually, after the excitement wore off and I was living on my own, it became a job. I wasn’t always able to pick who I did it with. And your boss is interested in making a video, not in you enjoying yourself. There were quite a few times when I really didn’t want to do it with someone, but I had to because it was a business. He,” she said, pointing to the screen, “was a really good guy. He was funny and made sure I was comfortable.”

At that time, the camera moved behind Kira, on her hands and knees, to get a close-up of her butt. “Oh jeez,” Mom cringed at the sight of her butt hole filling the screen.

“I think it’s sexy,” Caroline remarked. Mom glanced at her. Caroline looked at her, “Do you uh…wanna do it now?”

Quiet for a moment, Mom replied, “Do you?” Caroline nodded excitedly.

In the dim light of the video, they pulled their nightshirts over their heads and their panties off. Looking at each other eagerly, Caroline reached out, grasping her mother’s breasts. She swung her leg over her mother’s leg, sitting in her lap, facing her and leaned closer, slowly rubbing her mouth against her mom’s breast. Feeling the nipple brushing against her lips, she let it go inside, pressing her face into the breast, licking and sucking the nipple the way she did as a baby. She felt her mother’s hands, one on the back of her head and another rubbing her back, then sliding down to cup her bottom. Mom leaned back, closing her eyes, thinking, This does feel nice.

Mom’s middle finger slipped into Caroline’s butt crack. Sliding back-and-forth, she felt the tip of her finger sliding into the warm, soft folds of her daughter’s sex. She felt Caroline start and her breathing trembled in little gasps. As her gasps became louder, Mom again heard her whispering, “Oh K-Kira…please…”

“Caroline?” Caroline jerked back at the sound of her name. “Why are you saying Kira?”

Caroline felt her face becoming hot as she blushed, stammering, “I-I didn’t.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. Do you like thinking about her?” After some hesitation, Caroline nodded. In a soothing voice, Mom asked, “Why?”

Caroline’s face turned even redder, but wouldn’t answer, instead looking down at the seat. “Nothing…It-it’s dumb.”

Mom tilted her chin up, “Please tell me. I won’t laugh.”

Her voice barely a whisper, Caroline said, “I…pretend that she’s…uh, doing it with me.”

“And you like thinking of her?”

Caroline nodded, “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“No, I understand.”

“Hey!” Caroline blurted out, “Can I watch you rub your coochie?”

Smiling, Mom scooted around sideways, picking her leg up to prop it on the seat. Caroline sat beside her, taking a position where the two could watch each other bring themselves off.

Bringing her finger down to her pussy, Mom casually stroked along the outside as Caroline watched her intently, leaning back, making herself more comfortable. Mom’s finger dipped inside her pussy as Caroline mimicked her, spreading her legs and rubbing her own pussy. Each watched the other, becoming more and more turned on as the silence was intermittently broken by the soft moans and coos of mother and daughter.

Caroline’s mother pushed two fingers inside her wet vagina, feeling the cream inside as it bathed her fingers before oozing out of the hole where the daughter masturbating beside her had entered the world. Her thumb strummed her clit while she finger-fucked herself, her eyes glued to the softly lit image of her young daughter masturbating with her. She could see Caroline’s eyes on her as well, first focusing on her tits before moving down to watch as her mother fingered herself. The squishy sounds of masturbation filled the car, and the aromas of the two pussies–one young and fresh, the other larger and more mature–seemed to envelop the bodies of the mother and daughter as they engaged in satisfying themselves while getting increasingly turned on from the forbidden activity.

Caroline couldn’t believe her luck. She was actually masturbating with her mother in her mother’s car, and her mother was actually Kira Powers, the object of the pre-teen’s lust ever since she knew such videos existed, since it was a Kira Powers video that had been her first discovery of such movies. Her fingers glided along her slit, rubbing the wetness around the inner lips of her pussy. She listened to the wet sounds inside the car and realized most of that was from her mother’s efforts. She stared at her mother’s fingers going in and out of her own pussy. She could barely see what her mom was doing in the dim light from the tablet, but she could tell her mother had two fingers, maybe even three, inside herself and was fucking her own pussy. Caroline wondered if she could get some of her fingers inside herself, but decided to wait until she was alone to try that, since she wanted to get off right now, not experiment with different techniques. The young girl began concentrating her efforts on her small clit as she watched her mother’s thumb rubbing her own. From the sounds her mother was making, she could tell she was nearing a climax. She couldn’t wait to listen to her mother’s wails as she came.

Caroline’s mother concentrated on the few square inches of her daughter’s cunt. She watched her child’s fingers move to her tiny clit and begin to focus her efforts there to reach an orgasm. To see her little daughter pleasuring herself alongside her pushed the woman over the top as she moaned helplessly and then came harder than she thought she’d ever come, “Ohhh…..ohhh my God…ohhHHHhhh…..Ohhh, God! Ohh God, yes, yesss, ohhh… mmmmmnnngggaaaAAAHHH!!!….. AAAHHHH!!!!”

Her eyes fixated on her mother, Caroline’s mouth opened wide as she grunted, “UUUgggghh!” At that moment, a spray of her mother’s fluids shot from her mom’s pussy, hitting the back of the driver’s seat in front of her. As Mom lay back, breathing heavily and feeling absolutely drained, Caroline’s voice came to her, “Mom? You awake?” Mom opened her eyes and looked at her. “That was so cool!” Caroline crowed.

“What was?”

“How you squirted like that.”

“I did? Where?”

“All over the seat. Can you do it again?”

Mom looked at the wet spots covering the back of the seat. “OhmyGod.” her face winced.

“Do it again!” Caroline repeated.

Mom looked at her, “What? No! Help me clean this up.” Caroline grabbed a box of tissues her mother kept in the car in case of a sniffle, and Mom pulled out several, blotting the wet spots.

“That really was awesome, Mom.” Caroline pulled out some more tissues.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it” Mom wadded up the damp tissues to take back into the house to throw away, frowning at the wet spot that was still visible. “I hope that doesn’t stain. I don’t know what I’d tell your father.”

“I’m really glad we did this.”

“I am too,” Mom agreed. Caroline yawned. “Now, we need to get to bed.”

Groaning, Caroline leaned down and picked up her shirt off the seat. As they got dressed, Caroline asked, “When can we do this again?”

“I don’t know. We can’t be up this late when you need to be at school the next morning. Maybe just on weekends and holidays.”

“But the weekend’s a whole week away!”

“I know, but until I can figure something else out, we’ll have to wait.”

Mom opened the car door and stepped out with Caroline following. At the door, Mom told her, “Wait here till I see if the coast is clear.” She opened the door to the kitchen slowly and peeked in, then closed it again, turning to Caroline and whispering, “Dana’s in the kitchen! I’ll go in first and take her back to bed. You follow us and as I’m putting her to bed, you get in bed too.”

Mom opened the door and stepped into the kitchen, “Dana, what’re you doing up?”

“Looking for Caroline. She’s not in her bed.”

“Maybe she got up to pee,” Mom said and picked up her younger daughter and carried her back to her room.

“I looked there. She wasn’t in the bathroom.”

“Sometimes in the middle of the night she’ll use the guest bathroom. I’ve caught her doing that.”

“Oh,” Dana mumbled and tucked her face into her mother’s neck. She noticed a smell there that she’d also noticed from Caroline’s bed, down where her sister’s butt would lie. The sheets there would have a musty, almost tangy quality to them, and it was just like the aroma coming from her mother right then. She wondered sleepily where that smell came from since it had seemed to come from her big sister’s private areas, not her neck.

Caroline waited before following quietly behind her mother and little sister. As Dana climbed into bed, Caroline walked into the room and climbed into her own bed. Mom turned towards Caroline and said to Dana, “See? There she is. Now go to sleep.” Mom kissed Dana goodnight, then walked over to Caroline’s bed. Leaning over to kiss her softly and quickly on the lips, she whispered, “Goodnight…and thank you, baby girl.”

Caroline beamed at her mom, whispering, “You’re welcome, Mom. Goodnight.” Mom walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Entering her bedroom, she could hear the light snoring of her husband. Then climbing into bed, she lay there for a full half hour, wondering at the stirring in her pussy when she’d felt her hand on Dana’s small butt.

*****

On Monday, Caroline walked down the hall toward her locker to wait for Akiko. She didn’t have to wait long as she saw Courtney and Akiko walking hand in hand towards her. Waiting quietly as they said goodbye and after Courtney left, Caroline smiled at Akiko. “Well, what happened Friday night?”

Akiko smirked back at her. “I told you it’s private.”

Unable to hold back any more, Caroline blurted out in a hushed voice, “I have a girlfriend too!”

Akiko’s eyes widened at the revelation. “Who is she?”

Biting her lip, Caroline said, “Well, I can’t say too much, but her name’s Kira. She’s a grownup and she’s so awesome! We’ve done it twice now and she even squirts!”

“What’s that?” Akiko asked.

“It’s where you squirt these fluids when you get that really good feeling. I’ve seen it in some of the sex movies I watch.”

Akiko felt her face becoming warm and asked, “So how’d you meet her?”

Caroline struggled about how to answer. “Uh…we…kinda met at the mall and just…decided to have sex.”

“How’re you gonna see her without your parents finding out?”

“Oh, they won’t,” Caroline stated confidently. “Only thing that sucks is that we can only do it on the weekends.”

They closed their lockers and with their books in hand, began walking to their first class. “Do you think it’ll always be like this?” Caroline asked, “I mean, d’ya think you and Courtney will always be together? Even get married?”

Akiko thought for awhile, “I’m so used to her, it’s kinda hard to think what it’ll be like without her.” She nodded subtly, “What about you and Kira?”

Caroline bit her lip again, thinking, “Well…we couldn’t exactly get married, but I’ll always love her.”

“Me too,” Akiko agreed, “If I were to close my eyes forever, I would want things to always be like this.”

 

The End

by Jojo Starr

The next morning, Daria woke up from what felt like the most restful sleep she’d had in months. She sighed as she felt the warm body of her little sister pressed to hers. They were both completely naked, with Daria spooning her sister from behind. Beautiful, lovely sensations spread from Daria’s chest throughout her body as she revelled in this contact. Her breasts against the smooth skin of Miley’s back, Miley’s soft, warm butt nestled into her crotch, the back of Miley’s thighs gently against the tops of hers, her arm around Miley’s waist, feeling her soft breathing.

She remembered the wonderful events of last night and how she had been taken to heights she never knew existed. She remembered cuddling with her sister and feeling connected and completely comfortable with her for the first time in a long time. And, after getting ready for bed, Daria vividly remembered the giddy feeling she got when they agreed to sleep in the same bed together, completely naked. They lay there cuddling, talking about life, about love, and about nothing in general – all of which was incredibly sweet – before fading off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Daria wrapped her arm tighter around her sister, feeling the warm, smooth contact of her sister’s skin against every inch of the front of her body, and simultaneously felt butterflies in her stomach and a twitching between her legs. She pressed her face to the back of Miley’s head and inhaled the lovely fragrance of her sister’s hair, causing her chest to swell.

She loved everything about this girl, every single detail. She was perfect in absolutely every way, including, and especially, the fact that she was her little sister.

Just then Miley began to stir. She gently shifted her body, turning her head back to look at Daria. Daria smiled at her and watched as her little sister beamed radiantly back at her, her smile heartbreakingly gorgeous, and her eyes sparkling and twinkling in the early morning light.

“Hi,” Daria said, her heart swelling so much she felt it would burst.

“Hi,” Miley said sweetly, her voice slightly hoarse with sleep.

They just gazed into each other’s eyes, lost in the beautiful light reflected in their irises, revelling in the warmth of skin against skin.

“My God, you’re gorgeous,” Daria finally breathed.

Miley’s smile grew. “Thanks,” she said shyly, but also clearly flattered. “So are you.”

Daria smiled back and Miley then began to shift her body around so she could fully face her sister. Daria was sad to lose so much of the skin contact, but glad to look upon her sister more directly. The girls made up for the lack of spooning by intertwining their legs together and rubbing their feet against each other gently and playfully.

Daria reached up and brushed a few strands of hair out of her sister’s face, still smiling uncontrollably. “I still can’t believe last night was real,” Daria said, addressing the topic of their intimate union for the first time.

After their dad had given them that scare, they hadn’t explicitly mentioned the actual event, although they did talk about love more broadly for the rest of the night. But now, in the peaceful calm of the Saturday morning light, Daria was burning to talk about it.

“I know,” Miley said smiling, before biting her lip nervously. “I was so scared to talk to you,” she said, referring to the conversation that started all this. “I didn’t know how you’d react – if you’d hate me or what.”

Daria’s brows tensed in sympathy. “I would never hate you, for anything,” she said sincerely. “And I’m glad you came to talk to me. I would have been too terrified to bring it up myself. You have incredible strength, Miley, and I love you so much for that.”

Miley grinned, flattered once again.

Daria then squeezed her eyes shut. “God!” she groaned, exasperated. “I can’t believe you could hear me all those times!”

Miley pursed her lips. She knew that had to be pretty embarrassing for Daria.

Daria replayed everything her sister had told her last night in her mind and winced again with embarrassment.

“How…” she began, wondering how to properly form her question, “…how did you know what my dreams were about?”

Miley bit her lip, stifling back a grin. “You… um… called out my name in your sleep,” she said.

Daria’s eyes popped open wide. “I DID?”

Miley nodded. “A lot, and pretty loudly too, it was, um… pretty hard to misinterpret.”

Daria winced, squeezing her eyes shut and turning about six shades of red.

“Hey,” Miley said, reaching up to rub her sister’s arm. “It’s okay. Really. Obviously I didn’t mind.”

Daria slowly opened her eyes. She had a point. Which raised even more questions. “You didn’t?” Daria asked. “Like… at all?”

“Well…” Miley said, her eyes rolling to the side in thought. “I mean… okay, it was weird at first. I really didn’t know what to think. But I also knew, at some level, that you weren’t conscious. I mean, you were dreaming. So you couldn’t control it.”

Daria nodded. “I had no idea why it was happening,” she said. “And you’re right, I couldn’t control it! They just, like, happened… and I’d wake up and be sweating and in a panic, wondering what the hell had just happened!”

“Yeah, that’s gotta be pretty weird,” Miley admitted.

“I’m actually surprised you were so understanding,” Daria said. “I mean… a lot of people probably wouldn’t be.”

Miley shrugged. “I just knew that had to be pretty hard for you. And the more I thought about it, the more okay I was with it.”

“Wow,” Daria said, looking deep into her sister’s eyes again. “You absolutely amaze me.” She was falling more in love by the second.

Miley grinned. “So what were they like?”

“The dreams?” Daria asked, snapping out of her reverie.

Miley nodded.

“Well… at first, I didn’t know who it was,” Daria said. “They were just more like feelings, I guess. Like really strong, intense feelings that I’d never felt before while I was awake. They were beautiful, really.”

Miley began smiling adoringly as she listened, hanging on every word.

Daria went on, “But there was always someone there… me and this other person, who was causing all these strong feelings in me. And it’s weird because I knew this person was a girl. I mean… I’d never had any feelings for any girl before when I’d been awake. At least… not that I can remember. So I was really confused. I mean, why was a GIRL causing all these wonderful, amazing, beautifully intense feelings in me? I just couldn’t figure it out!”

“When did you know who the girl was?” Miley asked.

“I dunno,” Daria said. “I guess they’d been going on for several weeks by that point. But OMIGOD, when I finally realized who it was… it all came crashing down like a ton of bricks and the feelings got SUPER intense like… like…”

“Like last night?” Miley offered sweetly.

Daria paused, grinning widely and slightly blushing. She’d never talked openly about sex with anyone before and it was still kind of new and awkward. “Yeah,” she said. “Like last night.”

Miley started to put two and two together. “So… when you realized who the person was, the feelings only got MORE intense?”

Daria nodded, still blushing. “I guess you could say that was my first, um… first…” She hesitated, not knowing what word to use that wouldn’t be embarrassing. “My first… climax.”

Miley’s eyes widened. “Wow,” she said, flattered and impressed. “Just… thinking… of me?”

Daria nodded.

Miley just lay there, the look on her face frozen with one part shock, one part flattery, and several parts amazement.

And then Daria remembered something – something deeply intriguing that quickly began burning with a passionate curiosity within her. “But,” she began, “you said you had a dream too… about me.”

Miley blinked, returning to reality. She nodded.

“When was that?” Daria asked.

“Uhm…” Miley said, still trying to shift gears in her head. “It… it was… it was maybe, uhm… maybe a week later,” she said.

Daria’s eyebrows lifted. “Wow, that’s pretty fast.”

“Yeah,” Miley said, blushing slightly. “I guess so.”

“So what was yours like?” Daria asked.

Miley sighed softly, her mind drifting back to her first dream about Daria. “Well it was weird,” she began, “because at first I didn’t know it was a dream. I was… in the bathroom… with you… and you were looking at me.”

Daria raised her eyebrows. “The bathroom? Really? How romantic.”

“Hey!” Miley said in mock anger. “It was a dream, okay?”

“Okay, okay, sorry, sorry,” Daria said, half giggling. “Go on. Please.”

Miley huffed, then continued. “So we were in the BATHROOM… and, like I said, you were looking at me. And it was weird because I could tell you had this look in your eyes. Like you were… I dunno… it’s hard to explain. It was so strong and so powerful, it made me feel… all kinds of things.”

“Like what?” Daria asked.

Miley furrowed her brows in thought. “I dunno… nervousness?” she said. “But more than that. I mean, definitely nervousness, but also… curiosity? And… like being afraid of what that look meant, but also, like… afraid that I secretly liked it. Does that make sense?”

Daria nodded. “Absolutely,” she said.

Miley went on. “I knew… I knew you were about to do something. And it scared me. But it also really excited me. Like, both feelings – fear and excitement – were equally strong, and like, really intense.”

Daria nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I knew…” Miley paused, seemingly unsure of how to phrase what she wanted to say. “I knew…” she said again, a blush rising to her cheeks. “I knew… you were going… to kiss me,” she said at last.

Daria felt herself grin. She couldn’t help it. The fact that Miley was blushing was so adorable and it caused a wave of arousal to course through her. “And that made you both afraid and really excited?” she asked.

Miley nodded, still blushing.

Daria pressed a little further. “Afraid because you thought sisters shouldn’t do that, but excited because you kind of wanted to… with me?”

Miley nodded, her blush deepening.

Daria grinned, her arousal growing. “What happened then?” she asked.

“You… uhm… you pulled me over to my bed, and…” Miley paused to take a deep breath. “…And we laid down together… and you were looking into my eyes, and… and I knew what you were going to do… and… and then you leaned forward.”

Daria’s eyebrows raised. “And??” she said.

“And then I woke up,” Miley said, smiling.

Daria’s shoulders slumped and she rolled her eyes in frustration. She was hoping for more. “Still,” she said, grinning slightly, “that’s pretty sexy.”

“Yeah,” Miley said, biting her lip and blushing.

Daria thought it was adorable. She shook her head slowly, still in disbelief. “So… what do you think all of this means?” she wondered aloud.

“I… I don’t know,” Miley said, not entirely convincingly.

Daria suspected Miley was still a little unsure of how to communicate things like this. But Daria had actually given this quite a bit of thought. She wanted to tell Miley exactly what she thought, but she didn’t want to unload it on her all at once. It was pretty heavy, after all, even for her.

But she had to get this out. They had to talk about it, because it was real, and intense, and it meant something. Even as she lay there, thinking about it, she started to get tingles. “It’s gotta mean something,” she said. “And it’s bigger than just dreams. I mean, obviously, we both felt this way somewhere inside.”

Miley looked at her, her eyes big with fascination.

Daria went on. “I mean… I had a dream about you. An erotic dream. Lots of them, really. About my own sister. And when you found out about it, it didn’t even gross you out! It actually caused you to have one about ME!”

Miley nodded in agreement.

“Miley, this means…” Daria went on, getting excited now. “This means that this goes deep. Whatever this is between us, it’s been there a long time. Maybe our whole lives. But we were never able to see it, never able to admit it to each other while we were awake. It only came out in our subconscious, in our sleep. But it’s been there all along!”

Miley nodded, caught up in everything Daria was saying.

“We’ve always had this… this…..” Daria said, trailing off, unable to find the right word.

Miley’s eyes got bigger. “What?” she asked. “This what?”

Daria stopped. Maybe she should take a different approach. “Miley, have you ever thought about a guy… in a way that made you excited?”

Miley rolled her eyes up in thought. “I don’t… think so… not really, anyway.”

“What about a girl?” Daria asked.

Miley balked, her head rearing back. “Umm, nooo,” she said, as if that was obvious.

Daria shot her a look. “I’m a girl.”

Suddenly Miley’s face turned pink. “Oh… yeah,” she said sheepishly. “But it wasn’t like that… with… with anyone else.”

“See?” Daria said. “That’s exactly my point. I never had thoughts about guys like that either. Or any other girls. And the reason is because… of you. And the same thing for you with me.” Now she could see she was confusing Miley again.

“Miley, what I’m saying is… we’re the only ones for each other. I’m the only one for you and you’re the only one for me. We’re meant for each other… in every way two people can be meant for each other! Deep down inside, we’ve always known this. But… it’s weird for sisters to feel this way about each other – at least that’s what we’ve been conditioned to think – so we never let ourselves recognize that. But the feelings were so strong between us that they had to come out! And they did… in our dreams!”

Miley’s face had the shock of recognition and understanding.

“You see?” Daria said. “Miley, this is more than just dreams. It’s more than just attraction. It’s love. It’s a deep and powerful love. I feel it to my absolute core. I love absolutely everything about you.”

As she spoke, she saw Miley’s eyes start to water up and it was causing a lot of emotions to well up in her. But she wasn’t done.

“I love how strong you are. I love how smart you are. I love how dedicated and committed you are to everything you do. I love how kind you are. How you love to listen and learn… I love how creative you are. How compassionate and sweet you are. How you make me happy every day to be alive and be your sister.”

Daria felt her own eyes watering now and was on the verge of sobbing.

“I love your eyes, your beautiful hair… I love your sweet little nose and your perfectly soft lips… I love how you look at me. I love how I feel when I look at you. I love the sound of your voice. I love your absolutely PAINFULLY gorgeous smile… I love…”

Daria paused, getting choked up.

“I love… I love absolutely everything about you,” she said, her voice trembling now as she desperately fought back the urge to cry. “And I am so incredibly grateful… that you’re not disgusted by the fact that I feel these things.”

“Oh, Daria,” Miley mewled, wiping tears from her eyes. “I love you too… everything… I always have!”

Daria, her eyes wet and her lips trembling, leaned forward and placed her lips gently against her sister’s. Miley kissed her back, and that did it. The dam broke and both girls burst into sobs. They broke the kiss and embraced tightly, sobbing into each other’s shoulders.

Daria let it all out, all the pent-up emotions, all the secret longing, all the love… everything. She was holding the girl she loved in her arms, their naked bodies pressed together. It was so sweet, so perfect, such a disarming moment of tenderness and vulnerability, she felt like she could melt into her sister’s arms forever.

She felt Miley’s body sobbing against her own and it only made her cry harder. This was real. It was just as real for Miley as it was for Daria, and that gave Daria such warmth and such strength.

They cried together for several minutes, stopping a few times only to start back up as the emotions came flooding back. It was cathartic. It was beautiful.

Gradually, their sobs faded to deep breaths, interspersed with the occasional trembling inhale. They continued to hold each other, just reveling in the tender warmth of the other girl, skin against skin.

After another minute or so, Daria slowly pulled back to look at her sister. She placed her hand gently on Miley’s cheek, smiling at her.

“I love you so much, Miley,” she said, leaning in to softly press her lips against her sister’s. They sighed into the kiss, which only lasted a few seconds, before Daria pulled back and looked into her sister’s eyes again, smiling.

“I love you too, Daria,” Miley said, echoing her sister’s words. “So much.”

Daria smiled, her heart swelling. As she looked at Miley, she caught a little twinkle in her eyes.

“When I heard you… in your sleep…” Miley said, “…It made me feel like… like I was seeing a side of you I never knew before. And it felt like… like I was beginning to understand you better, like some deep part of you. And it was fascinating and made me want to understand you even more.”

Daria could feel her heart beating faster. Thinking about her sister hearing her in her sleep was embarrassing, but it was also beautiful to think that Miley was interested and wanted to learn more about her.

“And then…” Miley went on. “After I had that dream about you… I felt… I felt so connected to you… in a way I never had before. I felt like I understood the deepest part of who you were and everything you were feeling… because I was feeling it too. It made me love you so so much and it made me absolutely fascinated with everything about you.”

This was beautiful. But Daria’s heart thumped in her chest and she felt a little twinge between her legs at the last thing Miley said. Fascinated… with everything about her. Daria immediately thought of the day she lifted up Miley’s pillow and found her dirty panties under it… the panties she had come in the night before. All of this honest confession about love was refreshing and it made Daria wonder whether she should bring this up this little tidbit as well. She was feeling bold. She couldn’t help it.

“About that…” Daria said with a mischievous little smile.

Miley’s eyebrows went up in curiosity. Clearly she wanted to hear what Daria had to say.

“I, um… I have a little confession to make,” Daria said, feeling only the slightest hint of nerves at bringing this up.

“What is it?” Miley asked, her smile widening in excitement.

“One morning… after you went into the bathroom… I found a pair of my dirty underwear under your pillow,” Daria said.

Miley’s smile instantly vanished and her face turned pale.

Daria realized immediately that this was something Miley hoped she wouldn’t find out about. “It’s okay,” Daria said. “Really.”

Miley was still tense, but she wasn’t frozen in shock anymore. It was just enough relief for Daria to feel like she could go on.

“I mean, I was surprised at first,” Daria said, “because at the time I didn’t realize you had any kind of feelings for me. So I didn’t know what to make of it. But I remembered the night before, waking up and hearing you moving around in your bed.”

“Oh, my God!” Miley groaned, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.

“No, no, hear me out,” Daria said, attempting to pull her sister’s hands away. “Please.”

Slowly, Miley pulled her hands down.

Daria went on. “And I remember seeing… at least it looked like it in the dark… like you had your head down against the mattress.” Another wince from Miley, but Daria kept going. “And I thought that maybe that’s where my panties were and you were… smelling them.”

“Oh my God!” Miley cried again, covering her face in her hands all over again.

“Miley, it’s okay if you were!” Daria said. “Really!”

Slowly, Miley’s eyes appeared, looking skeptically at Daria.

“It was the first time I realized that you had feelings for me,” Daria said. “I mean… I didn’t think that part of me could ever smell good to ANYone, and it totally flipped everything I ever thought about that… and about you.” A grin started to spread across Daria’s face. “And,” she said, “I actually thought it was… kinda hot.”

Miley’s hands slipped further. “Really?” she asked, still a bit skeptical.

Daria nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “Really. I mean… you mentioned being fascinated with every part of me… and, well… if even that part didn’t gross you out… something had to be going on. I mean… you actually seemed to be ENJOYING it!”

Slowly, the corners of Miley’s mouth started to curl upwards.

“I couldn’t get it out of my head,” Daria said. “I mean, there was no other explanation. It hit me pretty hard and it made me realize that we had an even deeper connection than I realized.”

Miley bit her lip, stifling a grin. “I didn’t think you would ever find out,” she said.

“It’s okay,” Daria said. “I did. And I’m glad I did.”

“Really?” Miley asked. “It doesn’t gross you out?”

“Miley, nothing about you could gross me out,” Daria said. “I think it was a way for you to get closer to me. It’s beautiful, really. And… pretty hot.”

Miley was fully grinning now. “Oh my God,” she said. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but…” She stopped.

“What?” Daria said, genuinely curious.

Miley squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them. “You smelled SOOOOOOO good,” she said, her face turning slightly pink.

Daria giggled. She couldn’t help it. “Really?” she asked. “You think so?”

Miley’s eyes rolled back in her head as her eyelids closed. “GOD yes,” she said.

Daria bit her lip, flattered. But this prompted another question. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear Miley say it. “So… what were you doing while you… while you smelled them?” she asked, feeling herself blush slightly.

Miley bit her lip. “Ummmm…” she said, looking adorably evasive. She looked like she could barely believe what she was about to say. “I…. I had my pillow between my legs and I… was kind of grinding my hips against it… and I…. and I smelled them.”

Daria’s heart beat faster just hearing the words, not to mention feeling quite a bit of tingling between her legs. But she played it cool. “Really?” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Did you… did you get off?”

Miley suddenly dropped the nerves and shot her a look. “What do you think?”

Daria laughed. She couldn’t help it. Sometimes she was caught off-guard by how sharp Miley was. “Sorry,” she said. “I guess that was a dumb question.”

“Yeah,” Miley said.

“Still,” Daria said. “Just thinking about it is giving me goosebumps. It’s like, really, really hot.”

Miley grinned. “Really?”

Daria nodded. “I just never thought anyone would think that part of me smells good,” she said, still marveling at the idea.

Just then, Miley gave her a look that sent a jolt of energy through her. Suddenly, she felt Miley’s hand on her side, her thin fingers sliding down, tickling her skin. Daria gasped as Miley’s hand slid down to her belly, then continued even lower to her abdomen, then the top of her pubes. Daria gasped again, and almost on instinct spread her thighs.

She was breathing heavier as she felt her sister’s fingers slide lower still, and when they reached her slick folds, she gasped sharply, her mouth dropping open. She was looking into Miley’s determined eyes, feeling her thin fingers slide down the center of her folds, pressing in gently. She was wet and she knew Miley could feel it. Then the fingers were gone.

Slowly, Miley brought her hand up above the covers and held her glistening middle and index fingers under her nose. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply. It was the hottest thing Daria had ever seen and she felt a terrible aching between her legs.

Then Miley shocked her by opening her mouth and putting her fingers deep inside, closing her lips around them. Daria’s eyes and jaw were wide open.

Slowly, Miley pulled her fingers out of her mouth as she did something with her tongue, and smiled at Daria. “Tastes good too,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

Daria was too shocked to speak. She had just been touched there by her sister, which felt incredible, and then watched as Miley smelled her wet fingers, and then sucked them! She could barely process all of this when Miley spoke again.

“Actually,” Miley said sweetly, “Do you mind if I try some more?”

Daria was dumbfounded, totally thrown off by how unbelievably hot all of this was. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She swallowed, dryly. “O-okay,” she finally managed.

Miley grinned. And then she shocked Daria.

Slowly, Miley began to slide down the mattress, taking the sheets with her, keeping her eyes locked on Daria’s. Daria’s heart began to pound as she realized what this likely meant.

As Miley slid lower and lower, Daria’s mind and body swirled with all kinds of emotions. Was Miley actually going to do what she thought she was going to do? Was Daria ready for this? For what it would feel like? What would it feel like? Oh, God… the butterflies, the nerves, the tingles, her heart thumping heavily in her chest…

And then Miley was level with her crotch. Daria was still on her side, and Miley gently placed a hand on Daria’s hip, rolling her onto her back. Daria’s heart pounded faster as she felt more vulnerable in this position – her entire private region exposed to her sister’s gaze. Still, her legs spread almost instinctively and her heart pounded faster still as she watched her sister settle between them.

Miley was looking at her, her face directly above Daria’s crotch. Even Daria could smell herself. God, it was strong now that the covers were gone. All Daria could think about was how intense the smell must be for Miley right now.

And then, Miley dipped her head down, her nose hovering just above her puffy folds. She was looking right at Daria as she slowly began to inhale, pulling in more and more air by the second. Daria could hardly believe it. Miley wasn’t lying. She really did enjoy it.

Miley then rose up slightly as she looked down at Daria’s sex. Daria was practically trembling. She couldn’t believe she was exposing herself to her sister like this – that Miley was looking at her so closely and with such interest. The modest part of her desperately wanted to cover herself up, feeling like this was something no one should ever see in such close proximity. But it was overpowered by her arousal and by her love for her sister. Miley was curious. She wouldn’t stand in the way of that.

But it was more than curiosity. Daria knew that Miley enjoyed this. She wanted it. And the thought that her little sister was fascinated by – aroused by – this part of her body got Daria so thrillingly hot.

Miley hovered there, causing Daria to wonder what she was actually going to do. Was she just content to smell her? That was fine by Daria. Anything her little sister wanted.

But Daria couldn’t shake the thought that there was something more. She had heard of lesbians. She heard – rumors, anyway – that they used their mouths… down there. The thought was repulsive to Daria – but, of course, that was before all this happened. Now the thought was… Oh, God, it was the dirtiest, naughtiest, and unbelievably hottest thing imaginable. And the fact that her little sister could be entertaining the idea… Oh, God, it practically sent Daria into convulsions at the mere thought.

But she didn’t blame Miley for not wanting to. Hell, Daria wasn’t even sure it was something she would want to do. If Miley didn’t want to, that was… Oh, God, Miley was lowering her head. Oh, God, she was opening her mouth. Oh, God, was she… was she really…?

Daria was breathing in tense, shallow breaths as she watched her little sister’s tongue slide out of her mouth and her eyes meet her own. Every nerve in Daria’s body was on edge. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen.

Then suddenly, soft, wet, warm bliss against the center of her sex, and Daria’s body jerked as everything in her tensed. Miley’s tongue was on her, and then it slid upward. Oh, God. Daria’s hips trembled as she felt the most wonderful, most intensely tickling sensation she’d ever experienced in her life. It was absolutely breathtaking.

Miley pulled her tongue back into her mouth as she smiled at Daria. “How was that?” she asked innocently.

Daria was still trembling. Clearly Miley knew what she was doing to her, the little minx. She tried to think of an answer, but didn’t know if she was capable of speech.

“Ohhhh, my… Ghhhhooooohhhhhddd!”

Miley’s grin widened. And then she went back down.

Daria gasped sharply again as she felt her sister’s tongue on her – more firmly this time. Daria could feel her tongue press against and between her folds and then slide up and along her clit, which sent heavy surges of erotic energy coursing through her entire body. It was incredible. If there was a heaven, it would feel like this, for an eternity.

Daria watched, gasping, as Miley licked her again and again and again. Sometimes Miley would lick up her center, sometimes on the sides. Clearly Miley was trying to cover every inch of her folds with her tongue. And it felt wonderful. Miley even dipped her tongue down to her entrance, sliding the flat part against it, massaging the tight muscles there. Daria gasped. This was a completely different sensation and it caused her hips to jerk a little. But nothing was more heavenly than her sister’s tongue caressing the hard, throbbing nub of her clit, which was positively aching for release.

Daria was loving every single second of this attention, but she seemed to be hovering just below the threshold of climax without actually getting there. It was becoming terribly frustrating, as she’d been hot for quite some time and desperately ached for a release.

Miley’s tongue was heavenly, but she wasn’t providing the right kind of pressure in the right places for Daria to actually get off. Her tongue would sweep over her clit, but it wouldn’t linger there for any length of time, and it was often a light brushing instead of a more focused pressure, which is what had gotten her off so quickly last night with Miley.

Daria understood. Miley was, of course, new to this and couldn’t know what Daria was feeling and where she wanted more attention. She probably thought she was making Daria feel amazing – which she was – just not as much as Daria needed right now. Which Daria actually found sweet and rather adorable. But her ache was getting worse and she was starting to feel a burning urge to climax. Perhaps she could help Miley…

Daria reached down with both hands and placed them gently on either side of Miley’s face. Somehow this simple act alone – holding her sister’s face between her legs with her mouth on her sex – got Daria even hotter and she felt herself actually get closer. Then, when Miley’s tongue reached her clit again, Daria gently pushed her hips up into her sister’s face, crushing her clit against her tongue.

Oh God. This was it. Daria gasped sharply, and when her hips came away, Miley’s face was wet with her fluids. The sight got Daria hotter still.

There was a moment or two of awkwardness with Miley trying to dip her head lower again and Daria gently urging her back up toward her clit, but eventually Miley gave in, perhaps realizing what Daria wanted, and held her head in one place, her tongue out. Daria then, gently holding her sister’s face, was free to move her hips against her sister’s mouth any way she wanted.

Gently, she angled Miley’s face downward slightly and pushed her hips up into her sister’s mouth. Oh God. The jolt that shot through Daria’s body as her clit crushed directly against the flat of Miley’s tongue was breathtaking. After a heavenly exhale, Daria began undulating her hips up against her sister’s mouth, dragging her clit more firmly along Miley’s tongue.

Miley looked up into her eyes again and the sight alone nearly made Daria come. She was close. God, she was so close.

Heavier, and with a little more pressure, she began pushing her hips up again and again against her sister’s open mouth, her breath getting shallower and quicker. She could hear slick, wet sounds coming from the prolonged and heavier contact between her folds and Miley’s tongue, which only got her hotter.

Her urgency was growing and she was pushing her hips harder and more firmly against Miley’s face, dragging her clit heavily along the length of Miley’s soft, slippery tongue, her folds crushing up against Miley’s cheeks, smearing their juices around against her skin. With every thrust, she could see strands of fluid stretching and connecting Miley’s cheeks to her wet, spread folds, which only made her push harder. She was panting and began to move faster still, now bucking and jerking her hips against Miley’s face, the wet sounds louder and wetter, Miley’s face becoming more coated in Daria’s essence.

Suddenly she felt Miley’s hands under her butt cheeks, grabbing them and pushing them up into her face as Miley opened her mouth wider, sealing her lips around Daria’s soft, wet flesh. Miley’s eyes met hers with an urgency and a heat that shocked Daria as Miley began moving her face opposite Daria’s thrusts, creating more and faster friction against her clit.

Daria gasped sharply as her little sister – the girl of her dreams – looked up at her with her mouth glued to her sex and smeared her face around in it. Miley wanted her to come. And she did. Hard.

“HHHHHhhhhhHHHHHHAAAAHHHHH!! HHHHhhhhhhhuuuuuUUUUUNNNNHHHH!! HHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Daria grunted as she burst into orgasm, her hips trembling and shaking firmly against Miley’s face.

Daria’s hands still held her head, gently, as she came against Miley’s mouth, her entire body now convulsing. Through it all she held her sister’s gaze, making it very apparent that Miley was okay with the smell – and taste – of Daria’s sex, and it only caused Daria to convulse heavier into a second powerful orgasm.

Daria ground against her sister’s tongue, dragging out her orgasm as long as she could. But her neck was getting sore from holding her head up for so long and it finally collapsed back against the mattress, her hands slipping from Miley’s face.

Daria looked up at the ceiling, feeling her sister’s wonderful lips and tongue still sealed against her sex, massaging it gently, but her orgasm was subsiding quickly and the wonderful intensity of her orgasm was quickly being replaced by the sharp sensitivity of the nerves in her clit. She gasped, spreading her legs and lowering her hips to the bed, but Miley kept her mouth glued to her, following her down.

“Haah! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Daria cried, gently pressing up on Miley’s head in an attempt to lessen the intense sensitivity.

Miley got the hint and backed off, gasping for air as she raised her head and looked across at Daria.

Daria panted as she felt her entire loins tingle and throb as she came down from her powerful climax.

“Sorry,” she panted, her face strained, looking into her sister’s eyes. “It’s just… so sensitive!”

Miley smiled shyly. “It’s okay,” she said, her face still wet with Daria’s juices. Miley brought her hand up and began wiping the juice off her cheeks.

Daria secretly hated to see that wetness go – she thought Miley looked so sexy covered with her cum. But she didn’t want to come outright and say that. So instead, she just waved her hands toward herself, indicating she wanted Miley closer. “Come here,” she panted.

Miley, only half the juice on her face gone, crawled up Daria’s body, hovering over her on all fours. Daria reached up and pulled her sister down on top of her, their bodies colliding, their breasts pressing together.

Their closeness and bodily contact was once again intoxicating. They were both breathing heavily, and Daria could smell herself strongly on Miley’s breath. Miley seemed self-conscious of this fact and turned her head to the side, bringing her hand up to wipe more wetness from her face. But Daria reached up and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from doing so. Surprised, Miley looked back at Daria, their faces close.

Daria looked deeply into her sister’s eyes, freezing her in place. Quickly, Daria’s eyes scanned down to Miley’s fluid-smeared cheeks and chin, her lips still glistening. Her eyes once again met Miley’s and they shared a single breath before Daria lunged up, kissing her sister squarely on the mouth, spreading her lips across Miley’s.

Miley was clearly shocked as her body tensed for a second or two before finally melting down against Daria’s. Daria’s hands slid up her sister’s back as she kissed her deeper, opening Miley’s mouth with her own and sliding her tongue inside, tasting herself. She spread her lips wider across Miley’s mouth, smearing her lips in her own fluids.

They kissed deeply and hungrily, and it was clear that it was having quite an effect on Miley, as she pressed herself more firmly against Daria’s body. Daria kissed her deeper, spreading her legs to allow Miley’s to fall between them.

As they kissed, Daria noticed that Miley’s body – whether voluntarily or not – began pressing against her again and again, particularly her lower half. It was subtle, but definitely noticeable. She realized that Miley must be pretty hot, as she hadn’t gotten off yet.

Daria spread her legs further and brought her thighs up and back, angling her sex up towards her sister’s. They both gasped when they made contact, breaking the kiss and looking into each other’s eyes.

Daria saw Miley looking down at her, beautiful and hot, with a bit of an uncertain expression, almost as if asking permission if this was okay, given Daria’s sensitivity down there. Daria thought it was perfectly sweet and absolutely adorable. Her heart melted as she nodded. “It’s okay,” she said. “I want you to.”

With that, Miley leaned back down, kissing Daria firmly, and thrust her hips against her, crushing their sexes together.

“Mmph!” they grunted simultaneously.

Daria wrapped her arms around her sister, pulling her tight against her as she pushed her hips back up against her. They began slowly, establishing a rhythm, then quickly began picking up the pace as Daria thrust her hips up over and over, determined to bring her sister to a well-deserved climax.

Their bodies were pressed tight – starting with their lips, then from their breasts on down to their abdomens, their steamy wet slits only separating on the back thrusts. But every time they came together, their wet folds crushing, their fluids mixing, sparks shot through their bodies, urging them on, desperate to prolong the contact, to stimulate themselves further, to once again merge.

Daria absolutely loved this closeness and the intense, firm contact. She was pushing her hips up more firmly as their rhythm became heavier and more urgent. Every couple of thrusts Miley would squeal into her mouth, which she thought was the most adorable, sexiest thing.

Remembering what Miley did last night and how hot it had been, Daria swung her legs over, locking her ankles together just over her sister’s soft, young butt, pulling her down harder with her legs on each thrust. Miley, of course, squealed even louder, and Daria’s arousal surged.

They humped, thrusting together harder and tighter, until their mouths broke contact, gasping for air. Daria pulled her legs down, thrusting her hips up harder, crushing her sex tighter against Miley’s, loving the expression on Miley’s face as she did so.

Daria watched her sister’s face as they humped harder, feeling herself nearly there as Miley’s expression twisted up even more. The contact at their cores was so hot, so wet, so much flesh sliding and crushing and squishing together that Daria felt herself cross the point of no return. She knew she was going to come and she knew it was going to be intense.

Quickly, she reached both hands down and underneath her thighs, gripping her sister’s tightly clenched butt cheeks and pulling them hard and tight against her. Miley gasped, her mouth dropping open, that beautiful expression Daria recognized from last night signaling her orgasm. Daria let herself go, coming hard, squeezing her sister’s butt with her hands and feet, her hips trembling tightly as she watched her sister’s beautiful face as she came.

The girls held eye contact, watching each other come, studying the other’s faces in this moment of pure, passionate ecstasy. It was, again, confirmation that this was real, that they were really doing it, that it was her sister each of them was with, making her feel good, bringing her to the highest levels of pleasure possible, their bodies tightly joined in trembling, wonderful bliss.

They trembled again and again, their bodies shaking, rocking, jerking, and quivering as they rode out what had to be at least three consecutive orgasms. It was absolutely wonderful and everything Daria dreamed it would be.

They panted heavily, their orgasms drawn out as long as possible, and gradually felt the intensity subside. Gasping a few more welcome, wonderful breaths, Daria felt she had been drinking in the sight of her sister’s lovely, extraordinarily gorgeous face for an almost painfully long time. It was too far away, even though it was only a few inches from hers. Miley’s full, soft lips, parted perfectly as she panted, were absolutely begging to be kissed, to be sealed by Daria’s. So they were.

Daria and Miley sighed into the kiss as Daria moved one hand from Miley’s butt to the back of her head, holding their faces together. They kissed passionately, softly, and warmly, communicating to each other through the kiss how wonderful this was, how hot each girl made the other, and how intensely and deeply they loved each other. It was wonderful and by far the most loving and comforting kiss the sisters had shared.

As they kissed, the rest of their bodies gradually went limp in the aftermath of their orgasms, while their kissing became softer, sweeter, and more delicate. Daria could absolutely not get enough of her sister’s sweet young lips. A few moments ago she had thought heaven would be her sister’s tongue between her legs for eternity, but now she could easily believe that heaven could just as well be an eternity of kissing her sister sweetly, their naked bodies embracing, basking in the afterglow of a beautiful orgasm.

When, eventually, their lips did part, Daria looked up at her sister, still amazed by how gorgeous her eyes were. It was those eyes, those beautifully hypnotic eyes, that had caused such powerful feelings within her in all those dreams she’d had. Daria smiled, her heart melting, simply losing herself in those absolutely dreamy eyes.

Miley smiled back at her. There were no words exchanged between them, but no words were necessary. They simply basked in the moment, lost in each other’s eyes, naked bodies pressed wonderfully together.

This moment encapsulated everything Daria loved and desired about her sister. Her warmth, her tenderness, her beauty, and it was not lost on Daria that they had merged in several ways. Emotionally, of course – that needed no explanation – but physically as well. Daria could feel her sister’s sweat against every place their skin was connected, she could taste her sister’s saliva in her mouth (along with the slightly stale musk of her own secretions) and she, of course, was absolutely certain that Miley’s fluids were inside her folds right now, mixing with her own after the intense lovemaking they just experienced.

She wanted to linger on this for a while, appreciating how beautiful it was that they had merged in these ways. She wanted to share this with Miley, but she knew that time would come soon enough. Now it was time to bask in the arms, the gaze, and the physical contact of the girl she loved.

The End

By: J. R. Hartley

By the time Claire could next arrange a baby-sitter for Jessica, another week had passed. She had to phone a few people but eventually found a friend who could look after her daughter for the night. Jess was hugely excited and talked constantly during the week about going out to the cinema without her mum – she was becoming a big girl now – and while Claire had tried to match her daughter’s excitement in her presence, her mind was elsewhere.

After dropping Jess off she drove back home to park her car and called a taxi to take her to Leia’s. She’d already packed an overnight bag, complete with a couple of bottles of wine, and waited patiently by the window for its arrival, deciding to text Leia while waiting.

“Hey Leia, just waiting for the taxi – do I need to bring anything?” SEND.

A couple of minutes passed and her phone buzzed just as she saw a car pull into view.

“No, just yourself,” it said.

Claire locked up and set the alarm on the house before jumping into the cab and giving the address. She ran through a mental checklist of everything she thought she might need to make sure that she’d brought it with her. She’d spent a long time considering what to wear that evening and what nightclothes to wear, too. If all went to plan, she hoped that she and Leia would continue enjoying in each other’s company and there was a chance she might end up in her friend’s bed.

She’d chosen a pair of tight, black jeans and black t-shirt with a plunging neckline for the day. It wasn’t particularly slutty but she knew she looked good in it, the coloring showing off her skin tone and her blonde hair. For the nightwear it was a sheer, wine-red night dress if she got lucky and some warm PJ’s in case she didn’t.

The whole ‘Molly’ aspect was an incredible turn on for Claire, and she’d thought about that kiss she’d watched all week. She had that erotic image safely locked away in her mind for her future, special alone time–those nights when she wanted to “give herself a hand,” one of her favorite fun phrases for masturbating–but tonight it was all about Leia. They’d got on really well after last weekend and had spent a few hours on both the phone and on webcam just talking and laughing during the week.

Claire was quite intrigued to watch Leia smoke a cigarette on camera after the girls had gone to bed. It was definitely not a fetish thing for her and most of the time smoking really turned her off, but the way Leia did it, there was a little tingle inside her every time she took it to her lips and breathed smoke out. At one point Claire giggled, remarking that Leia was her own personal smoke machine just like shows on TV when they want to add “atmosphere.”

Leia blushed and was about to put it out when Claire begged her not to. Claire added in a quiet voice, “I like it.”

Leia wriggled slightly on her chair, smiling broadly. “If you insist….”

The taxi finally pulled up at Leia’s, and Claire paid the driver before hauling her small, heavy bag from the seat next to her. Leia was at the door to welcome her and accompany her straight through the house into the kitchen. Claire put her bag on the counter top and unzipped the main compartment, pulling out two bottles of red wine.

“Oooh, nice–I haven’t had a Merlot for a while,” said Leia as she picked up one and read the label. “That’ll be lovely, thanks Claire. Shall we open one now and let it breathe?”

Leia turned to a nearby drawer and pulled out a professional style corkscrew, pulling out the knife to slice off the foil-shrunken topper before diving into the cork itself.

Claire asked where Molly was and Leia mentioned she was in her room playing on some PS4 games, interrupting her own conversation with a loud “POP” as the cork was released. “There we go” she said, smiling and placing the bottle down on the counter.

“Now, next things next,” said Leia with a smile, stepping straight into Claire’s personal space. She pressed her body against Claire’s then reached up to cup her jaw and gently pull her head towards her. A long, lingering, but relatively chaste kiss was exchanged between the two women.

“Mmmm, now, isn’t that better?” said Leia with a charged look in her eyes. “I’m really happy to have you here, Claire, and I thought the longer we go without me kissing you, the more nervous we’d both get.”

Claire grinned. “You know me so well already,” she replied before leaning in and kissing Leia again. It was a little longer this time and made them both smile widely.

The women made themselves comfortable in the dining room and were soon relaxing, deep into the first bottle of wine. Molly made an appearance before too long, having heard the giggles. She hung around for a while making small talk with Claire while Leia cooked a pasta ragu supper for them all.

They ate lazily and even allowed Molly a very small sip of wine with their meal as a special treat, her first time. The women laughed as the little girl made a face and ran to the kitchen for an emergency glass of juice to take the taste away. Molly returned to the table and laughed with them, promising she was never ever going to drink wine again.

After dinner, Leia allowed Molly to skip her normal chores of loading the dishwasher and instead let her have another half an hour on the console before getting ready for bed.

After she’d left, the two women sat in the dining room and continued talking and drinking for a few more hours, barely noticing the sound of running water from Molly brushing her teeth upstairs. They were putting the world to rights and flirting with each other as if it was a proper date when it struck Claire that that’s exactly what this was. A date. And she was really enjoying it. The more time she spent with Leia, the more she liked her, and it wasn’t just the wine that was giving her a very contented feeling. She knew herself; she was already falling for Leia.

They exchanged stories about previous relationships and the fathers. Claire had already mentioned about the all-to-quick nature of her marriage, but Leia had an altogether different story. Hers was a drunken night where she’d actually had sex with three different guys at the same time.

She’d had a couple of threesomes previously within a group of friends, but most of the time there were at least two girls involved. She wanted to try a threesome with two guys but none of the friends she knew were up for it, so she asked two guys she sort of knew. One was a bit of a dickhead and the other was about to go travelling, but they were both good looking and both up for it. When the night came, as it happened a third guy turned up. Since they were all mid-coitus at that point, she didn’t mind him joining in either.

She’d thought that they’d been responsible and used protection but Molly was the proof that it hadn’t exactly been successful. After getting that little fantasy out of her system, she’d never really fancied a similar scenario again, not least because although she was grateful for Molly. She could easily have been given an STD that night as well.

The second bottle of wine somehow vanished and Leia persuaded Claire to have another drink. There was no more wine in the house, so the two giggling women decided on a glass of brandy each. “This feels really decadent,” said Claire as Leia searched her cupboard for the right glasses. “It’s like we’re in some old gentlemen’s club. We should be sitting round in leather armchairs with cigars as well, you realize,” she said, laughing at the image.

Leia brought out the big brandy snifters and placed them on the counter top. “Will you look at the size of those big balls!” she said, causing them both to laugh again.

Leia crossed the kitchen and pulled out an open bottle of brandy she kept in a cupboard and poured a bit in each glass. Leia asked permission to light another cigarette here in the kitchen and Claire smiled back, saying, “Of course.” She got a little bit of a kick that even after all that alcohol, Leia was still being so considerate.

The cigarette duly lit, Leia took a long drag then held it in for a few moments before slowly releasing it as the nicotine hit took effect. She smiled and picked up the glass again before turning to Claire.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed this evening, Claire. Thank you for making it so much fun.” Leia held her glass out ready to be clinked again.

“The pleasure is all mine, Leia. Thank you for inviting me over and for not minding me gazing at you too much.”

“Are you kidding? I fucking loved it. It’s another reason I’ve very much enjoyed the evening so far.”

“Well, cheers to that then,” replied Claire, giving a small flick of her glass to clink the glasses together. Claire had always been a little clumsy and the alcohol didn’t help, but the flick was a little too hard. Her balloon glass cracked and a large shard fell into the amber liquid.

“Oh shit!” Claire said in a high pitched voice, jumping back a little before pausing and looking at Leia. They both broke out into fits of giggles. A few minutes later with the brandy poured away and the broken glass in the bin, Leia held hers out for Claire.

The blonde gratefully stepped closer in to Leia and took the glass, taking a small swig and allowing the flavor to run over her tongue, smiling happily as she returned the brandy. Leia took the glass back and gazed into Claire’s eyes, taking a sip without breaking eye contact. She placed the balloon back down and after taking a second to enjoy the sting in her mouth from the brandy, she very subtly licked her lips.

Both smiled wordlessly as they leaned in to kiss each other, allowing their hands to roam over each other’s curves. Both made small mewing noises as their soft lips met. A few minutes later Leia held Claire’s face in her hands. “We’re in the kitchen again. I think we should see if this thing works in a completely different room. How about… upstairs?” she said, smiling.

Claire was all too ready, and after quickly helping Leia clear away and lock up the house, they made their way upstairs with Claire’s overnight bag in hand. Please no PJ’s, please no PJ’s, Claire thought as they reached the landing.

Leia showed off her bedroom and asked if Claire minded sleeping on the left hand side before suggesting Claire went first in the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and her hair and using the toilet, Claire dipped into her bag for her nightwear. The PJ’s were uppermost in the bag and she broke out into a big grin whilst looking at them. She flipped her middle finger and stuck out her tongue at the PJ’s then reached below them.

A little while later, Claire returned in her little red nightie and opened Leia’s bedroom door quietly. She was sitting primly on the bed in a short, copper-brown nightdress of her own. She was studiously brushing her jet black hair, having already quickly touched up her make-up. She looked a little like Salma Hayek and genuinely took Claire’s breath away. Before she could recover, Leia spotted Claire, smiled, and then darted past her saying, “I need a wee!” quietly so as not to wake Molly.

A few minutes later, Leia returned from the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Claire had been looking at some photographs on Leia’s dressing room table and smelling the various scent bottles she found there, taking it all in. The two women smiled at each other for a moment with anticipation crackling the air.

“It’s getting chilly,” said Leia as she walked around to her preferred side of the bed before pulling back the covers and getting in. Claire noticed the sheets must have a high thread count as they felt almost silken against her skin, and she stretched out, luxuriating against them. In moments, her leg was gently pressed against Leia’s and a hand was touching her stomach.

Claire smiled at Leia. “I want you.”

Leia grinned and moved closer in the bed, her body pressed against Claire’s as her mouth closed in for a kiss. Claire could taste their mint-fresh breath as their lips met. She arched her back to push her chest against Leia’s roaming hand and moaned as those fingers found her nipple.

The women were getting more into it now, and their hips were both moving in the bed, in part to rub against the other but also changing the pressure point between their own thighs.

“Claire,” breathed Leia as she moved to partially lie on top of her friend. “I really like you.”

Claire kissed her friend deeply, only managing to break long enough to say, “I really like you too” before their lips met again. Claire could feel Leia’s nipples against her own, the two layers of silky nightdresses between them feeling luscious against her skin.

Leia’s hand stretched downwards now and found the hem of the red nightdress, slowly lifting it up Claire’s body and revealing her toned skin. At first Claire tried to help Leia by moving from side to side, freeing up the various bits of the nightdress that her body had temporarily pinned down, but it proved a little more difficult than they expected. Both women had the same idea at the same time, grinning at each other wordlessly. They sat up in bed and peeled off their nightwear before both naked women fell back into each other’s arms and the embrace of the silken sheets.

It was Claire’s turn to be the dominant one and she leaned across the bed, kissing down Leia’s neck until her mouth found Leia’s bullet-like nipple. Claire sucked on the breast and allowed her hands to wander again.

She stopped sucking for a moment to look up at Leia. “Seems I’m not the only one with a shaven pussy,” she said, smiling as she continued to play with her friend’s breast. Claire’s fingers found Leia’s clit and using the abundant wetness she found there as a lubricant, she started to caress it.

“Oh…my…fucking….jeeeeeee!” moaned Leia, a little louder than Claire was expecting as her friend writhed in the bed. Leia’s thighs had opened wider and Claire alternated between her clit and pushing a finger or two inside her. Leia was getting really close to coming already; Claire could tell by the change in her breathing patterns that she wouldn’t be long. Claire’s arm started to ache but she kept up fingering her friend, focusing less and less on the clit and instead sucking on Leia’s breast.

“You’re so fucking hot, Leia,” she whispered as her hand moved between her thighs. “You make me so damned horny, my cunt is dripping.”

Claire timed it perfectly and with two fingers pressed deep into her friend’s slit, she reached out with her thumb on Leia’s clit and set off her orgasm. Claire felt Leia clamping down on her fingers and studiously kept away from stimulating her clit again in case she found it too painful.

Leia came hard and tried to stifle the sound of her moans, at one point grabbing a pillow and putting it over her own face, which only caused her to giggle as she caught her breath.

“Oh Claire, wow,” she signed contentedly, prompting a big proud smile from her lover. Before Leia could say anything else, though, Claire was wriggling down the bed, kissing her skin all over until she could gently pry Leia’s thighs apart once more. Even though she’d just come, Leia’s excitement was already back up to the same levels, as her friend’s tongue delved inside her body.

Claire looked up at Leia and saw the sultry brunette watching her over those magnificent, enviable, delicious breasts. She gently licked along Leia’s pussy lips, gradually working from outside to in and tasting every bit of evidence of her friend’s recent orgasm. Leia groaned again as Claire’s tongue dipped inside her, almost as if cleaning her.

Claire pushed her tongue in as deep as she could, relishing the fact that her face was now covered with cunt juice. Using her elbows to prop herself up, Claire slipped her hands underneath Leia’s thighs and held the top of her legs just by her hips in a sort of bondage of Leia’s pelvis. The action saved Claire a sore nose when her tongue found Leia’s clit and her friend bucked immediately.

Within minutes, she had come again, but over Claire’s tongue this time. The two women went back and forth like that for what seemed like hours–Leia feasting on Claire’s pussy and vice versa, sometimes both together. Leia especially liked it when–without being asked–Claire’s long tongue strokes dropped lower and lower. Claire knew exactly what she wanted to do but took her time, giving Leia plenty of opportunity to change things if she so wished. Quite the opposite, Claire soon realized that she was being very much encouraged. Leia lifted her legs off the bed and her knees bent up near her chest, spreading herself totally, entirely vulnerable.

Claire’s tongue found Leia’s sexy little arsehole and after licking and lapping over it for a little while, soon found herself pushing her tongue inside as deep as she could. Her fingers strummed over her friend’s clit at the same time, and before she knew it, Leia again came strongly. The physical exertion began to take its toll; her whole body started to feel tired and sore, but she knew Claire wanted one more and she wasn’t going to disappoint her.

She pulled Claire up from between her thighs and moved her back to her side of the bed. Leia’s fingers found Claire’s clit immediately and she set to work building one last orgasm. She knew Claire loved dirty talk so she had one more trick for the evening.

“You’ve just been licking my arsehole you nasty slut,” she said quietly, causing Claire to smile. Leia leaned in and kissed her hard again, whispering, “Mmm, I can taste my arse on your tongue you bad girl.” Claire’s stomach clenched immediately. “You nasty little arse-licking whore,” hissed Leia. “Licking my dirty little shit hole you nasty bitch.”

That was all that was needed to summon the final orgasm of the night.

The two women laid together, panting, not talking and just reveling in the soreness of their bodies caused by the previous few hours of lovemaking. Leia’s hand found Claire’s somewhere in the bedclothes, and they squeezed each other’s fingers, gently looking at each other.

“Wow, Leia. I don’t think I’ve ever…” her sex-addled mind not allowing her to finish the sentence.

“Me neither,” said Leia, grinning. “That was amazing.”

A pause drifted across them.

“Thank you Claire,” she said. Claire looked at her friend, not understanding Leia’s meaning. “Tonight was really special for me. After last week, you knew that I was…. naughty. You knew that I play with my little Molly. I knew you would like to play with her. You saw us kissing on that video we recorded for you, and I worried a little when you were coming over here it might be all about–that.”

“Oh no, not at all,” said Claire, reassuring her friend. “Don’t get me wrong, last weekend was…something else. But tonight I was all yours. This time we’ve spent together is special. I’m really starting to like you, Leia.”

“The feeling’s very definitely mutual.”

They looked at each other a little while longer and made whispered small talk while stroking each other before finally turning off the light and snuggling down together.

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The next morning, Claire opened her eyes slowly, remembering the previous night with immense satisfaction and fondness. Leia was already out of bed, and she’d somehow made herself look amazing. A big, sunny smile crossed her face, and she leaned in to kiss Claire’s cheek. “Good morning beautiful,” said Leia, smiling.

“Hey,” said Claire in return, yawning and rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”

“A little after 8. Last night was amazing. Thank you again, Claire. That meant so much to me. I slept so well!”

“Me too.”

“Would you like your surprise now?” said Leia, running her fingers across Claire’s naked body.

“Surprise?” she asked, smiling.

“Molly?” Leia called into the other bedroom. Claire wasn’t sure what was going on and was instinctively embarrassed to be seen this way, especially naked, so she re-arranged the covers to hide herself as best she could.

The door opened and nine-year-old Molly peeked around the door.

“Finally, she’s up!” she said, giggling and making both the women laugh, too. “Can I, Mummy?” she said, looking at Leia.

Claire turned to face Leia as well, still unsure of what was going on. She caught Leia’s sexy, little smile as she nodded to her daughter and resumed playing with Claire’s nipples.

Molly saw Claire’s body stiffen at the soft touch of Leia’s fingers against her breast and smiled her beautiful little smile up at her mother’s friend. “Don’t be embarrassed, Claire! We’re all girls here,” Leia said as she peeled back the covers over Claire’s legs.

Molly clambered up on the bed and her gaze switched between Claire’s face and her pussy. Without another word, Molly crawled forward then laid down on the bed between Claire’s legs. A quick glance up and then she bent her head to lick.

Claire was nearly numb with shock; Leia was gently stroking and kissing her and Molly, this precocious and beautiful little nine-year-old girl, was sucking on her cunt.

Leia leaned in close to Claire’s ear.

“She’s licking you, Claire. Look at her pretty little face in your pussy. My little girl is eating you. Do you like that?”

Claire’s pussy was already bubbling up, and her erotic feelings were only heightened by Leia’s filthy talk.

“My little, underage slut is licking you, Claire. You like that, honey? You like having my nine-year-old girl eating your cunt? She’s only nine, and she’s licking your cunt, Claire. My little girl. My daughter. My underage daughter is eating your pussy just like her mother did all last night.”

“OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” groaned Claire as she came hard all over the little girl’s face.

Continue to Chapter 3!

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by Purple Les

We were all in Jean’s basement, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, sixteen and eighteen year-old-daughters. There were also seven grownup women. All of us were bare naked. Well, except for Mary, who was wearing her eyeglasses. After watching the Moms and guest Moms undress each girl we were all pretty horny.

My mom had her hand on my shoulder as we walked to the other side of the finished basement. We were surrounded by nude girls and women. Kay and Amy Collins stood on either side of me and Mom.

“Katy,” Amy said, “Would you let me and my mom take turns licking your pussy?”

I looked at my mom who smiled at me and said, “It’s up to you.”

I looked at my teacher, Mrs Collins, and her eighteen-year-old daughter and said, without too many giggles, “Yeah. I’d like that. Except you have to let me lick both of yours too. Okay?”

“Well, that seems fair,” said Mrs Collins.

They took me aside and lay me down on the thick carpet.

“I hope you don’t mind that I told my daughter how sweet your little pussy is?” Mrs Collins asked me.

Before I could say anything about not minding, Amy said, “If I’d know what a naughty little girl you are I would have licked your pussy that day in your bedroom.”

Amy smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the mouth. Then Amy and her mom, Kay, were both kissing me at the same time. Kay kept kissing my mouth while Amy kissed down my body to my pussy. I moaned in Kay’s mouth as Amy began to lick my hot bare pussy.

Mrs Collins stopped kissing me so she could watch her daughter eat me. I looked up and saw Lucy and Mary watching us. Mary was standing behind her little sister. I saw Mary was rubbing Lucy’s pussy while they watched Amy Collins lick my pussy.

Mrs Collins went from watching her daughter lick me to watching Mary rub her little sister’s pussy.

Penny and Sandie stopped by the Tran sisters and Penny whispered something in Mary’s ear. Mary’s eyes went wide behind her glasses and her mouth made an ‘O’ shape as she nodded her head “Yes”. Then the four of them moved off.

Mrs Collins moved down with Amy and they took turns licking me. I loved how they went back and forth taking turns. While one of them licked me the other would watch. My cousin Sammie knelt down by me and kissed my mouth. Mrs Collins was licking me at that moment and Amy looked up as Sammie broke her kiss with me.

“Doesn’t my cousin taste so sweet?” Sammie asked Amy.

“She sure does.” answered Amy. “Now let me see if you taste like her.”

Amy lay on her back next to me and Sammie sat on her face.

Sammie said, “Kay, I just love watching you eat my cousin while I fuck your daughter’s face.”

I didn’t have any idea of the passing of time.

Now Sammie was laying next to me while Amy and Kay went back and forth on our pussies while me and Sammie kissed.

I watched Sammie come on Amy’s face.

Then Kay and Amy were kissing while I licked back and forth between their pussies. Mrs Collins came on my face and then all four of us were kissing each other.

I watched Sammie and Mrs Collins rub their tits together on each other while Amy bit my earlobe.

I looked around and saw Penny with Lucy laying on top of her. They were kissing. I crawled over to watch them closer. Lucy’s tight little butt was wiggling around and I put my hand on her ass.

Mary came over and took my other hand and said to me, “Come with me, Katy. You have to see this.”

On the couch sat Mary’s mom, Grace. Laying over Grace’s lap face down was Siobhan’s mom, Jean. Siobhan knelt near her mom’s face. Grace was spanking Jean’s ass with her hand. You could hear the smack of her palm on Jean’s butt cheeks.

“Harder, Mrs Tran!” Jean said between clenched teeth. I heard Grace Tran say something in French. Then Jean answered in French. I looked at Mary who was smiling.

Mary held my hand tight and said, “My mom is saying what a naughty schoolgirl Jean is.” Mary laughed and said, “Jean says she is very very naughty and must be spanked more. Jean says she’s naughty because she loves little girls.”

While Jean was spanked she stared at her daughter’s pussy.

Mrs Tran said, “I could use a good fuck right now.”

Jean said, “Siobhan! Go up to my room and get the strapon. Hurry!”

Me and Mary watched Siobhan run upstairs. The spanking continued and moments later Siobhan was back carrying some weird thing.

Jean got off Grace’s lap and took the objects from Siobhan. Jean put this thing on Siobhan that looked like a boy’s jockstrap sort of except it was black and heavier looking. There were four dildos and Jean held two in each hand.

“What size do you want, Grace?” Jean asked.

Mrs Tran looked at them and picked the second biggest one. Jean attached it to the front of the thing Siobhan was now wearing.

Grace lay on her back and Jean said, “You’ll find Siobhan has had a lot of practice on me. Get ready for a nice fuck.”

Then Siobhan got between Grace’s legs and slowly pushed her hips forward and we watched the dildo go inside Grace’s pussy.

“Golly, Mary! Siobhan’s fucking your mom!” I said as I watched Siobhan’s cute little ass moving back and forth, pushing the dildo in and out of Grace’s soaking wet pussy.

“Yeah!” Mary said. “Me and Lucy do that to her sometimes, but it’s really cool seeing Siobhan do it to her.”

Jean bent over the couch using her hands and arms to hold herself up and said, “Spank me, girls.” As we watched Siobhan fuck Grace, we spanked Jean.

We watched Grace come and then slowly Siobhan pulled out of her. Grace said, “Wow yeah. That was one good fuck, Siobhan. I like a good fuck now and then. Now, Jean, you get that off your daughter and put it on Mary. My daughter give you a good fuck now.”

I watched as Jean took all the stuff off Siobhan and put it on Mary. Then Jean took the biggest dildo and put it on the harness. I couldn’t help but laugh seeing Mary with a huge cock.

Jean got on the couch on her hands and knees. “I want it doggy style.” Jean said. Mary had to put some cushions under her knees to be the right height. Then me Siobhan and Grace watched Mary shove the very real looking rubber cock into Jean’s pussy from behind.

I loved watching Mary’s bare ass moving back and forth as she fucked Jean. Once in a while as Mary fucked Jean, Mary would give a spank on Jean’s ass and say, “You like a good fuck don’t you? You naughty girl.”

Jean began sweating and moaning and she pushed her head into the couch and had a big come as Grace pulled on Jean’s tits. Mary ground herself against Jean’s backside. I loved watching Mary’s ass cheeks clench as she did that. Then Mary pulled out of Jean and fell back with the big fake cock sticking up.

I had to pee but someone was in the bathroom in the basement so I went upstairs to one of the other ones. I peed and washed up a little. When I came out Aunt Billie and Grace Tran were having snacks and something to drink. I joined them and had a cookie and lemonade.

It was fun being naked and snacking with the grownups. “You having fun, Katy?” Mrs Tran asked me.

“This is the coolest thing ever.” I said.

We went back downstairs.

Aunt Billie said, “There’s the first casualties.” I looked where she was looking and saw my mom and Sandie laying next to each other in a recliner chair. Laying on top between them was Lucy sound asleep.

I looked around. Siobhan was laying on the bar on her back. Mrs Collins was behind the bar kissing her. Aunt Billie went over there. Mrs Collins poured some liquor in Siobhan’s navel. Then Aunt Billie drank it out of there. Then Aunt Billie moved down and began licking Siobhan’s cute little pussy.

Siobhan spread her legs more and sucked on one of Mrs Collin’s nipples. Mary came up to me with a tube of lubricant. Mary said, “I want to finger fuck your ass. Okay?”

I said, “Okay.” Mary had me get on my hands and knees on the floor. Amy and Sammie and maybe some others that I couldn’t see were watching us.

Mary said, “Here it comes, perv.” I felt her finger slide up my asshole and I moaned. It felt nice. Like when I would stick my own finger up there.

Amy said, “Hey, Samantha, diddle your cousin while I lick Mary’s pussy.”

While that went on I looked around. Sandie and Mom were still watching everything while Lucy slept away. Siobhan was getting close to a come. I saw that now Mrs Collins was licking Siobhan’s pussy while Aunt Billie kissed Siobhan.

My cousin Penny and her mom, my Aunt Sue, were playing with each other’s pussies as they watched us.

Watching, being watched, having Mary finger fuck my ass while my older cousin played with my pussy, I had the biggest come ever. We were laying around, laughing, kissing, cuddling.

Me and Mary watched Amy and Sammie sixty-nine. My cousin Penny ate out Mrs Collins. Siobhan came over and lay with me and Mary watching and looking around.

We had snacks and drinks upstairs. After awhile we went back downstairs. Lucy slept on but Mom and Sandie now joined in again. I was humping some grownups leg while I ate another grownup’s pussy. Someone turned me on my back and was licking my pussy.

We were all laying around now. All of us watching Mrs Tran lick Penny’s pussy. We all stayed naked a long time. We kissed and chatted. Jean asked us girls, me, Mary, Siobhan, and Penny to do some poses together for her. The others enjoyed that too.

Slowly we cleaned up and reluctantly got dressed. It was only eight pm when we were leaving but it seemed like we’d all had sex for days. I loved every second of it.

The Tran family and Collins women were staying overnight so their sex was going to continue I was sure. As I stood, leaving by the back door, Mary came up to me still nude.

She gave me a hug and a kiss and said goodnight. All the way home Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue chatted about the great sex party. Mom seemed very content. Penny was asleep.

I said to Sammie, “I guess you and Amy really hit it off, huh, Samantha?” That got me a punch in the arm from Sammie who was sitting next to me.

Aunt Sue said, “I don’t blame you for liking her, Sammie. Amy is an amazing young lady.”

Sammie was kind of quiet. I looked at her. I had a feeling her and Amy may be in love. I didn’t say nothing though. I mean, I didn’t say anything about it. I’m trying to talk more better.

It seemed so long to get to Jean’s house. It seemed like we were back home fast. Aunt Sue pulled in the driveway and we piled out of the SUV. Mom opened up the house. Aunt Sue carried a very sleepy Penny inside. Me and Sammie went in the back yard to look at the stars.

The stars were so big and bright I felt like could reach up and grab a handful of them. “Do you love Amy?” I asked my cousin.

Sammie draped her arm over my shoulders and said, “I might. You know how you had a crush on me. I feel like that with Amy. Except different. I know I just met her tonight. But I think I might love her. Yeah. I think I might be in love.”

We stood there for a while then went inside.

Aunt Sue came down the stairs from tucking Penny in. We sat around the living room. I said, “Does anyone want to do more sex stuff?”

Aunt Sue laughed. Mom rolled her eyes at me. Aunt Billie looked like she was thinking about. Sammie said, “I think I’ve had enough for now.”

Aunt Sue said, “We better not. I need to get this show on the road early in the morning. I have to get Billie back home, and then head for our home from there.”

Sammie went up to bed. I didn’t feel sleepy yet. Aunt Billie said, “Katy, bring down your sleeping bag. You and me can fool around a little bit.” I went up quietly to not wake up Penny.

“Goodnight, Sammie.” I said as I gave her kiss. I lifted up her sheet for a moment to see her naked again and she laughed.

“Goodnight.” Sammie said as she pulled the sheet back over herself.

Mom and Aunt Sue went to Mom’s bedroom. I rolled out my sleeping bag next to the couch where Aunt Billie was going to sleep. Aunt Billie said to me, “Okay, take off your clothes.”

I stripped for her and then played with myself a little as I watched her undress. We spread out my sleeping bag and lay down together on it. We touched and kissed and then watched each touch our own pussies and touched each other’s also.

Aunt Billie told me about some of the things I hadn’t seen. I told stuff she hadn’t seen either. We didn’t reach another come but we felt nice and happy and went to sleep together.

They all did leave very early the next morning and I was glad I didn’t have to go anywhere. Me and Mom spent a lazy Sunday together.

As I walked home with Mary a few days later she asked to come in the house with me.

“My mom said I may help you with your math homework today for a little while,” Mary said at the end of my driveway. I didn’t have any homework but I did have to study for my test. Math is my worst subject. So I said, “Okay.”

I found my key and let us in. I put my book bag on the kitchen table and started to take out my math book. I stopped halfway as I saw Mary reach under her skirt and pull her panties down. She kicked her panties off and led me to the living room couch.

“Lick my pussy while I tell what we did after you left Saturday night.” She lay down. Lifted her skirt up and I started to lick her pussy. Mary put her hands on the back of my head and started rubbing her pussy against my tongue.

“We got freaky after your family left. Lucy had woken up and was ready to do more. My mom and me licked Lucy’s pussy while the others watched us. Mrs Collins licked Lucy too while Jean licked me. My mom licked Siobhan’s pussy. Then Amy had me, Siobhan and Lucy take turns licking her pussy.”

Mary was grunting now and really wet. She pressed my head against her pussy harder.

“And that was just the start of it all. We went all night doing stuff. Every combination. I wish…” and then she stopped talking and had a big come.

I was all horny from licking her and hearing the dirty stuff she’d said. She kissed me on the mouth. I kissed her back.

When she collected herself she went to the bathroom. When she came back she put her panties back on and said, “Okay, I have to get home now.” She grabbed her book bag and headed for the door.

“But, Mary. I… do you have to go just now?”

“I have to get home now, Katy.” She opened the door and stepped outside into the driveway. I stepped out behind her.

“But I’m super horny now.” I whined. Mary looked at me like that was a huge surprise to her.

“So go play with yourself.”

“But I licked your pussy for you.”

“So. I told you sex stuff.”

“Yeah, but…” I didn’t know what to say. Mary looked at me like I was a stupid child. I guess at the moment I was.

“Okay.” Mary said, “Strip bare naked for me and I’ll rub your pussy for two whole minutes.”

I was so horny I thought that would be enough time. I said, “Okay.” and started to step back in to the house.

Mary shook her head at me and said, “No, you stupid little perv. I don’t have time to go back in. Strip right here.”

Lucky there weren’t many bugs out cause my mouth hung open. “But, Mary, someone could see.”

“Then don’t.” She said and turned to leave.

“Wait.” I said. Mary turned back around to face me again. “Okay. I’ll do it.” She gave me a big smile. I looked around. There was just old Mrs Schneider’s house across and farther down the road so why not. I needed Mary to touch me down there so bad. I shucked my school clothes all off and stood there.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

My shoes and socks were still on but that seemed okay to Mary I guess cause she didn’t say nothing. I spread my legs some and said, “Okay, do it.”

Mary looked at my clothes piled in the driveway by the side door of the house. She gave me a smile and said, “I will. If first you run down to the end of the drive way and back.”

I hesitated. I listened carefully. I didn’t hear any cars coming. I ran down the driveway. I stopped at the road. Then I looked up and down the road. I walked in to the center of the road and did a little dance shaking my hips back and forth and wiggling my bare ass around. Then I ran back up the driveway to Mary. We were both laughing.

Mary said, “That earned you an extra minute.” I spread my legs some again. She looked at her watch and put her hand on my wet smooth pussy.

A car went by now and then but too fast to even notice two girls standing in a driveway even if one of them was naked and being masturbated. I squeezed her hand between my legs as my knees bent and I had a come.

Mary said, “You still have thirty seconds to spare, perv.” So I sucked my come off her fingers.

She kissed me goodbye and said, “I love you… Perv.” and she walked down the driveway and headed home. I suddenly realized I was standing outside naked. I scooped up my clothes and went inside and up to my room to put on my play clothes.

I came back downstairs just as the phone rang. Mom was at work still and was going to stay a few hours more. “Will you be okay, Angel?” she asked me.

“Sure.” After we hung up I made myself a big peanut-butter and jelly sandwich with a banana sliced up in it. I drank some water to wash it down. I was horny and all alone.

I got out Mom’s laptop and went to Juicy Secrets to read stories. That got me real horny. I remembered the two thumb drives I hadn’t seen yet. I ran up to my room and got the Chinese puzzle box and brought it down. I opened it and dumped out the drives. I looked at them closely and saw they had tiny numbers on them. I found the two I hadn’t seen yet and put the first one in.

The screen lit up and there was that eleven or twelve-year-old girl Kelly. She was dressed and her little sister Hailey had on a shirt and short skirt. There was a little boy there too. He looked a little older than five or six-year-old Hailey. They filled the screen. There was no little square with Mary in it this time.

They were just talking and playing. Kelly was moving the camera around to show their room. On the floor was Hailey and the boy. Kelly set the camera on something and you could see all three of them.

Kelly said, “Now it’s time for you two to learn the difference between boys and girls.”

Kelly took off her shirt and pants. Hailey pulled her big sister’s panties down. They were all laughing.

My hand slid down my pants as I watched Kelly first undress her little sister and then the boy. They were all playing with themselves and looking at each other.

“Here’s how to please a girl.” Kelly said to the boy and then she licked her little sister’s pussy for a little bit. Then Kelly said to her giggling little sister, “And here’s how you please a boy.”

Then I groaned in disappointment as the screen went blank. I put the next flash drive in hoping it continued. But as the picture came on you could see it was a different one. Kelly and Hailey were already naked and sliding around on each other. Then they took turns watching each other masturbate before rubbing each other’s pussy.

That’s when I had a come. I lay there awhile feeling better now. I was still horny. I took off my clothes and ran around the backyard naked. I came back in and got dressed again.

I looked at my secret e-mail. Nothing. I sent a message to the woman who played with me online and called herself Grand Mum. Nothing. I sent her a few messages. Then I dozed off on the couch.

I woke up sort of to the voice of my mom talking softly to someone. The room was dark except for the light from the kitchen shining in to the living room. My face was to the back of the couch.

“Yes, she can get pretty aroused.” I heard my mom say.

Who was she talking to I wondered to myself. Then I heard another voice. By the way it sounded I knew it was coming from the laptop.

“Well I’m glad we have so much in common, Carol.” I knew that voice. Then it clicked in my head. Mom was chatting with Grand Mum. Grand Mum kept talking.

“Forgive me for asking, Carol. The short hair, your gaunt look. Have you been going through chemo.”

I’d never heard of that town before or why Mom would go through there.

I heard Mom say, “Yes. You can tell that easy?”

“I am an oncologist, Carol. When were you diagnosed?”

I’d heard of most religions but never of an Oncologist.

“Last fall. I can’t keep calling you Grand Mum. Do you have a name?”

“I really am a Grand Mum, but you can call me Judith. Are you in remission?”

“No. I just couldn’t keep up the treatments. Didn’t see the point. Whole Saturdays away from my Angel. No point to it. Useless. Made me so sick and weak.”

I heard Mom kind of sobbing a little. I heard Grand Mum say, “Many patients feel that way but it’s seldom the case. There is often hope of a full recovery. May I ask what type you have, Carol?”

Mom said a word I didn’t understand. It sounded like, pancake re tight ass.

I heard Grand Mum say, “Oh dear. I am so sorry. How much time did they tell you?”

I heard Mom sigh and give a funny weird little laugh before she said, “I should have been gone three months ago.”

I wondered where she should have gone. I heard Grand Mum say, “There is always hope.”

I heard a girl’s voice that sounded familiar. “Grand Mum! Our friend Mary and her little sister are online. May we have the computer so we can play with them?”

Grand Mum said, “Carol, these are my granddaughters, Kelly and Hailey.” I heard two little voices say ‘hi’.

Mom said, “Hi, girls. How beautiful you two are. And I love what you’re not wearing.” I heard some giggles.

Grand Mum said, “You can have it in a moment, girls. I’ll bring it to your room. Carol, my best wishes to you and Katy. I am here for you anytime. Goodnight.”

I heard Mom say goodnight and heard the laptop close. I felt Mom tuck a blanket around me. She kissed my head and whispered, “Goodnight, Angel. I love you so much.” Then I heard her bedroom door close.

I fell sound asleep and didn’t wake up till Mom woke me for school in the morning.

Continue on to Chapter 33!

By: Girl Lover

The rest of the week passed by much too slowly for Caroline and she often found herself daydreaming about what would happen on Saturday. What would Trisha look like? She kept picturing Kira Powers. Kira taking off her clothes… no, she wanted to take off Kira’s clothes. Caroline sighed. It seemed as if Saturday would never come. She hadn’t told Akiko about any of this. Though she knew Akiko would understand, it was too wild and crazy.

As they ate lunch in the cafeteria on Friday, she asked Akiko, “Are you gonna hang out with Courtney this weekend?” Akiko smiled shyly, nodding her head. “What?” Caroline whispered excitedly, seeing her grin.

Akiko whispered, “I’m spending the night with her.”

Caroline’s eyes widened, “Really?” Akiko nodded. “Are… are y’all gonna–?”

“Gonna what?”

Caroline’s eyes twinkled mischievously, whispering, “You know. Do it.” Though Akiko didn’t say, Caroline could tell from the expression on her face. “You are!” Caroline whispered, “You’re actually gonna make it with her?! OhmyGod!” Seeing Akiko’s worried look, Caroline told her, “Hey, I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s just… I can’t believe you’re gonna do that.”

“She’s really nice.” Akiko wondered if she should tell Caroline more. She wanted to, but she wasn’t sure she should.

“I can’t believe your parents are letting you spend the night.”

“They don’t know who Courtney is. I told them she’s in sixth grade with us so they said it’s okay.” Glancing around to see if anyone was listening, she leaned across the table, cupping her hand to her mouth and whispering excitedly, “She’s got really big boobies!”

Caroline’s breath caught in her throat, “You’ve seen ‘em? How big are they?” Akiko held her hands out as if cupping large breasts from her own chest. “Wooow,” Caroline gasped, her eyes widening. “I wonder what they feel like?”

“They’re really soft.”

“She let you touch ’em?!” Caroline squealed a little too loudly.

“Yeah,” Akiko said, giggling. “She was naked.”

“No way! Why was she naked?”

“Well, our clothes got wet from the rain and we were waiting for them to dry.”

Caroline narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Wait! Were you naked too?”

Akiko cringed, realizing she said too much. “Kinda.”

“You both were naked?” Caroline’s eyes bugged out. “And y’all did it?! What’d you do?”

“Nothing, it’s private.”

“Private?! Come on! You can’t tell me even a little bit?”

“No, it’s private.”

Caroline took a bite of her food then asked, “So, what’s it like?”

“What’s what like?” Akiko asked.

“You know… sex. Did it hurt?” Caroline asked, thinking of how the girls would wince and moan in the videos she watched.

“No, it feels really good. It’s kinda hard to describe.”

“Do y’all do it all the time?”

“She wants to. Every day before school starts when we’re in the library, she’s always touching me.” Akiko added in a whisper, “She even wanted to do it in the bathroom.”

“Really?!” Caroline tried to keep from laughing. “Did you?”

Akiko glanced at her with a sour look, “Of course not! I told her she needed to wait till tonight.”

“So, how many times have y’all done it?”

“Two times. And her mom caught us both times!”

Caroline gasped, “What did she do?”

“Actually nothing. She was mad at Courtney, and at first, I was scared but then she got over it.”

“And y’all are gonna do it again tonight?” Akiko nodded shyly. “Wooow.”

“You don’t think I’m weird? For doing it with a girl?”

“No way! I think it’s cool,” Caroline said and Akiko smiled.

*****

At home, Akiko was packing a few things to take over to Courtney’s when her mom walked in. Leaning against the door frame, she looked at Akiko’s stuffed animal lying on the bed, asking, “You gonna take Mommy Duck?” Akiko shook her head. “Do you and Courtney have any big plans?”

“Uh… we’re probably just gonna hang out… maybe play some games or something.”

“Gonna talk about cute boys?” her mom teased her.

Akiko shot her a disapproving glance, mouthing sternly, “Mother!”

“Well, you’re at that age when you start to notice boys. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Akiko closed her backpack, “Okay, I’m ready.” She was glad to do something to make this conversation with her mom end.

Mom drove her over to Courtney’s apartment and gave her daughter the usual instructions when she stayed with a friend for the night. “Don’t stay up too late.”

“I won’t,” Akiko promised, stepping out of the car. Mom watched as she walked up, knocked on the door, and Courtney’s mom let her in. Waving bye, Akiko’s mom drove off.

Stepping inside, Akiko saw Courtney grinning at her as she took Akiko’s hand, leading her to her room, “I thought you’d never get here. C’mon.”

“Hold it!” Mom stopped her. “Akiko is your guest, not a toy. Why don’t you two do something together?”

“I’m trying to!” Courtney protested.

“I don’t mean that!” whispering ‘that’ with a disgusted look, “I mean go watch a movie or go to the mall or something.”

Courtney glared at her mom, speaking harshly through her clenched teeth, “I don’t want to go to the mall! I want to fuck!”

Turning to Akiko, Mom sighed and asked, “Is there anything you would like to do?”

“I brought my Switch so we can play some games,” Akiko volunteered, a hopeful smile on her face.

“Great! Why don’t you set it up so you and Courtney can play.”

Courtney rolled her eyes in angry frustration as Akiko happily stepped over to the TV to plug her Switch in. “Now Courtney, I want you to keep your hands to yourself!” Mom warned as she stepped into her bedroom.

Akiko turned the TV on and put MarioKart 8 in. As the game came on, she sat down and selected her driver and car, then held out the other controller to Courtney, “Here. Choose one of ‘em,” she pointed to the screen. Courtney quietly groaned as she walked over, took the controller and sat on the floor. “Pick one,” Akiko encouraged her while pointing, “I like these cuz they’re so cute.” Narrowing her eyes, Courtney chose another driver instead. “No, not that one! He’s gross!” Akiko protested. But Courtney stuck with her choice and after picking a car, they began racing.

Akiko raised up on her knees, “Ha-ha! I’m winning… HEEYYY!” Akiko squealed as Courtney grabbed her.

“Courtney?” Mom’s voice came from the bedroom as Akiko scrambled out of Courtney’s hands. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, Mom!”

Mom came to the doorway, “What did I tell you about keeping your hands to yourself?”

“I’m trying to, Mom, but she keeps teasing me!”

Mom choked back a laugh in disbelief, glancing at Akiko, “What?!”

“She’s wiggling her ass.” Mom didn’t say anything, a skeptical look on her face. “Look! She’s doing it now!” Courtney insisted.

“Courtney,” Mom started, her voice aggravated, then gave up, going into the kitchen to start dinner.

Akiko walked over to the Nintendo and put in a different game. She started it up and explained what was going on as she played it, “See, I got fifteen moons, but I need five more to power the hat ship. There’s one on top of that building but I don’t know how to get it.” Feeling Courtney’s hands sliding underneath her shirt, she glanced behind her to see Courtney smiling. Her hands pulling Akiko down into her lap.

“Courtney!” Mom scolded her from the kitchen, “Leave the poor girl alone.”

Courtney scowled at her mom before turning her attention back to the little girl in her lap. She lazily rubbed Akiko’s sides and back as the girl kept playing. Now and then, she would lean forward and kiss Akiko’s neck. Akiko kept playing, pausing every now and then to frown at Courtney’s hand whenever it wandered under her shirt or down her pants, and then would pull it out to Courtney’s annoyance. This prudishness both aggravated and aroused Courtney to no end.

After they had eaten dinner, Courtney picked up Akiko and carried her to the recliner to watch TV, setting the little girl in her lap. Mom watched them curiously. As Akiko focused on the movie, Courtney focused on Akiko, constantly running her hands over her body and kissing her. It was an odd sight. Someone like Courtney being so infatuated with such a meek little girl. The movie ended and Courtney carefully stood up, holding Akiko in her arms. As she carried her to the bedroom, Mom stopped Courtney, “I want you to be gentle with her. Don’t push her. Let her go at her own pace.”

“I know,” Courtney replied quietly. In the bedroom, Akiko reached into her bag and pulled out her pajamas. “You’re not going to be needing those,” Courtney picked Akiko up, carrying her to the bed. With Akiko staring at her, Courtney pulled off her own clothes then slowly pulled off Akiko’s clothes, relishing the little girl’s naked body as it was uncovered. On her hands and knees, she leaned down, softly laying kisses all over the little girl’s body. “Turn over.”

Akiko rolled over onto her front and moments later, felt her butt cheeks being spread apart. She looked back at Courtney, “What’re you doing?”

“Claiming my reward.”

“What reward?”

“Remember? For not smoking?”

Akiko kept watching as Courtney layed down, intimately touching her butt, a hungry gleam in her eye. Then Courtney pressed her face against it as Akiko felt something wet in her crack. “EEWWW!” Akiko’s face twisted in disgust as her butt cheeks clenched at the sudden intrusion, “That is so gross! There’s no way you’re gonna kiss me till you wash your mouth.”

Courtney snickered at the little girl’s reaction as she continued bathing her small butthole with her tongue. Shortly later, Courtney rolled Akiko over, pressing her tongue into the tiny wet opening of Akiko’s sex.

“Wait! Lemme pee first!” Akiko suddenly cried out. She jumped up, quickly running to the bathroom before returning a minute later. Courtney was sprawled out on her side and Akiko crawled beside her and began playing with her boobs. Courtney moved her head to Akiko’s pussy, rubbing her face against it before sticking her tongue inside.

Akiko concentrated on the way Courtney’s lovemaking made her feel. Her mound seemed to urge the feelings on, wanting to feel the climax as if it had been waiting all day for it. Courtney’s tongue pierced the soft folds of the girl’s pussy, tasting the juices that leaked from her immature vagina. Meanwhile, the soft thrumming inside the young girl seemed to take over Akiko’s mind, urging the orgasm to come from deep within her child’s body.

Akiko became limp as her body succumbed to Courtney’s ministrations. She gasped heavily…. “I’m feeling it… ohhhh… ahhhhhh… NNNNNnnnnngggghhh!”

The climax washed over her in small waves, making her feel better than she’d ever felt before. She was happy she had discovered these adult feelings. It was as if a secret the rest of the world knew about had finally been told to her. Her vagina spasmed and her labia trembled with the intensity of her cum. Finally, the waves of pleasure eased off, bringing Akiko into a feeling of utter bliss. Later, she would find out there was a name for this feeling of well-being that followed this delicious feeling: afterglow. When she first heard it, the term made complete sense.

Panting deeply as she tried to catch her breath, she lay limply on Courtney, a glazed expression on her face, “That was nice.”

“Now you do me,” Courtney told her.

“What do I do?”

Courtney scooted up against the headboard of the bed, spreading her legs apart, “Whatever you want to.”

Akiko scooted between Courtney’s legs, staring at her girlfriend’s pussy spread open before her. Then she poked it with her finger. Courtney watched her timid exploration with amusement. It was these little things that made Akiko so different from other girls Courtney had been with. So much more appealing. She began to relax under Akiko’s probing finger. “Put more of your fingers in me,” Courtney told her. Akiko timidly slid in a second finger, feeling the drenched tightness of Courtney’s pussy squeezing her fingers. “Now move them in and out.” Akiko did. “Yeah… like that,” Courtney whispered in a quavering voice.

Being older, Courtney had realized that she had been waiting for this moment all day, that her body had been demanding attention from the sheer knowledge that Akiko would be spending the entire night with her. She could have done something about it herself, but she wanted her young lover to bring her to her first climax of the day. The excitement from finally having Akiko’s fingers inside her, caressing the inside of her pussy–the pussy that had seemed flooded all day–brought her to the edge, a sensation that felt so wonderful. The pistoning fingers went in and out of the soaked vagina, pulling the teenager’s clit with it and causing spasms to erupt from deep inside her. It was as if her body was a planet and small quakes were firing off, causing her flesh to ripple with the intensity of the rising peak of joy. She could feel her orgasm building and from long experience knew she would be cumming very soon, in seconds, in fact. “Say something–in Japanese,” she huffed.

Akiko thought for awhile, her finger moving absentmindedly in Courtney’s pussy, then said, “ｸﾝﾁﾉﾅﾓﾁﾐﾓﾗﾐﾗﾗﾉﾗｽﾆﾓﾁﾄﾅるﾁﾄｸﾆｶﾁﾄﾗﾐﾂﾁﾆﾄｸﾆﾐﾁﾆﾆﾓﾁｹ”

Upon hearing her sexy voice coupled with her probing finger, Courtney gasped as she felt herself suddenly cumming. Her orgasm slammed into her, growing with intensity until she was clawing at the bed as a voiceless cry came out of her, continuing as Courrtney tried to hold on, making it last until it became too much and she jerked back, gasping for breath. “Ohfuck.. .ohfuck… ohfuck… ohfuck,” she whispered breathlessly.

Akiko stared in surprise as, for what seemed forever, Courtney lay still, quietly gasping. Akiko crawled up beside her on her hands and knees, watching quietly. Courtney felt completely drained. Then finally, she opened her eyes, turning to look at Akiko, “How do you do that to me?”

Akiko shrugged her shoulders, making Courtney laugh. Drawing Akiko in beside her with her arm, Courtney asked, “That felt so…incredible.” She breathed out, kissing Akiko on her forehead, “You made me cum harder than anyone else.” She rested, her arms wrapped around her young lover, “We have all night to be together.” She slowly kissed her forehead again, then asked, “What’d you say?”

“Huh?”

“When you were talking Japanese. What’d you say?”

“It was something my grandmother used to tell me. ‘A million things will happen in your life. Tomorrow does not exist. There is only now. There is only the moment. Nothing else.’ ”

“I like that,” Courtney whispered, kissing her softly.

*****

“Good morning, honey.”

“Hi,” Caroline replied back quietly to her dad. It was Saturday morning. Last night, as she lay in bed, Caroline and the woman, Trisha, had another short conversation. Both were eager and looking forward to meeting at the mall. Caroline had woken up several minutes ago, her tummy full of butterflies from nervousness and excitement about the imminent meeting. Normally cheery and full of energy, she just couldn’t calm her nerves.

“You feeling okay?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, just tired I guess.” She looked at the clock–8:07. It was gonna be a long wait. Last night she had asked her dad, who was more easy-going than her mom, if it would be okay for her to hang out with some friends at the mall. Her parents didn’t have any problems with her going to Highland Mall alone since she had done it so many times over the summer. She went to the kitchen, grabbed the Apple Jacks and joined her sister Dana on the couch watching Smurfs.

The hours crept by. Dad spent his morning in his recliner, working the crossword puzzle in the newspaper while Mom was doing something on her laptop out on the back porch. For the first time, Caroline couldn’t get herself to enjoy the cartoons on TV. All she could think about was finally meeting the woman. Going to her house… taking off her clothes… touching her…. She sighed with frustration as she saw that it was only 9:23. Since it only took five minutes to walk to the mall, she planned to leave at 10:45. Still over an hour to go.

At 10:30, she got up to get another drink of water. Her mouth had been unusually dry because of her nervousness. Now, she felt the need to go to the bathroom. She went and as she was coming back, she realized that she needed to put on her pink Hello Kitty shirt so that the woman would recognize her. She came back, sitting on the couch again. Finally, the last few minutes ticked by. She got up and said, “Dad, I’m going to the mall now.”

“Okay dear. Have fun. Don’t be gone too long.”

“Where you going?” Dana suddenly asked.

“Nowhere.”

“Dad, Caroline’s going somewhere and won’t tell me!” Dana tattled.

“Caroline, can you take Dana along?” Dad asked her.

“No way. She’ll just be in the way.”

“No, I won’t!”

“Dad, please don’t make me take her,” Caroline begged.

Dad sighed, “Okay, Dana, you stay here with me, and we’ll go do something together.”

Caroline quickly left before anything else could happen. She was glad her mom was still on the back porch and didn’t see her go. She wouldn’t have been as agreeable as Dad was. Hurrying down the street, she felt more nervous and excited than ever. She was actually going to do it! With a woman! First she wanted to touch her boobies, then her butt. OhGod, this was gonna be so awesome!

Running across the parking lot, she flung open the door to JC Penny’s, stepping into the cool air-conditioning as it enveloped her. Turning the corner, she entered the mall and headed for the Food Court. Finding an empty booth by Amy’s Ice Cream, she slid into the seat and pulled out her phone. Opening her email, she saw to her delight that the woman said she was on her way and would be there in a few minutes. Caroline looked all around at everyone, trying to see if there was a woman wearing a light blue dress, but didn’t see anyone. She bent over her phone, typing that she was here….

“Ann?” Caroline turned around towards the voice behind her and her mouth dropped open in fright. For a few seconds she and the woman, Trisha, just stared at each other in shock.

Caroline finally found her voice, “M-Mom…?”

“Caroline?! What are you doing here?!” But the answer was all too clear. It was staring her in the face in the form of a pink Hello Kitty shirt and blue jeans. Her face paled as she felt her legs go wobbly. Quickly sitting down across from her daughter before her legs gave out, all she could do was gasp nonsensically, “OhmyGod!–OhmyGod!–OhmyGod!– OhmyGod!” The thought kept running behind her words that her daughter knew about her desires now. She knew the most intimate thing about her. Not even Caroline’s father knew–or even suspected. Now, Caroline–her sweet Caroline–was aware of her own mother’s desire for a young girl. This was followed by the thought that Caroline herself was a lot more mature than she’d thought. She had talked about things online. Things she’d done. Things she wanted to do–to her! She wondered how long Caroline had known about and desired sex–with a grown woman.

For her part, Caroline couldn’t say anything. What was there to say? Mom finally found her voice, “It was you. The whole time. THE WHOLE TIME! The whole time!” Weakly breathing and her hands shaking, Mom closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to regain her composure as Caroline stared at her with frightened eyes.

After several moments, Trisha opened her eyes and looked at her daughter sadly. “I guess we both have some explaining to do. I’m wondering why you want to have sex with a grown woman.” Mom cocked her eye at her sternly, “And you were looking at porn! And emailing a complete stranger! Do you know how dangerous that is?!”

Mom closed her eyes, sighing, “I’m just as guilty as you are. I thought you were a kid. And I was going to have sex with you.” With a shuddering breath, “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

After a minute, Caroline asked quietly, “Does Dad know?”

Mom shook her head; her eyes still closed.

“What’s going to happened now?”

“I don’t know. There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

Mom looked up out at the people passing by on the walkway between the stores, then looked back at Caroline, saying quietly, “I still love your father. I did this… because… I don’t know. Dad has been working so much. Dana started first grade. You started a new school. All of us have been really busy and it’s affected me and your father’s–love life. Sometimes when you want something so bad, you do crazy things and don’t know why. I began reading… well, dirty stories. They made me feel really good and I wanted to have what the women in the stories had. It happened quite suddenly. I stumbled across a story called, “Luna and Her Niece.” It was about a woman and a five year-old girl that, I’m ashamed to say, turned me on so much. It awakened something in me and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I began noticing girls at your school, imagining what they would look like naked. My love life was pretty much gone and I kinda got desperate for sex, so I wrote that ad. I got a lot of responses from both guys and girls, all of them just… creepy and disgusting. And then… I got your reply. I don’t know… There was something about it that made it stand out. It seemed genuine, like it came from a real person. A nice girl. You were just so easy to talk to.” She smiled, then half-seriously scolded Caroline, “I still can’t believe you did that! Writing a total stranger about wanting sex! And what are you doing watching my videos?!”

“Your videos?” Caroline asked perplexed.

“Yes, my videos! I can’t believe you!”

“What videos? What’re you talking about?”

“The Kira Power videos you said you watch all the time,” Mom reminded her.

Caroline’s eyes widened in shock, then she pulled out her phone, clicking on a video. Looking back and forth between her mom… and Kira Powers on the screen.

“OhmyGod!… You’re… She’s… You’re Kira Powers!”

Mom sighed, nodding her head, “How did you find those?”

“I just did,” she mumbled, still in shock, looking between her mom and the video in disbelief that they were the same.

“Well, I want you to stop watching. I thought I had put that part of my life behind me and I don’t want you watching that kind of stuff.”

“But it’s so cool! You did everything!–And everyone,” Caroline turned the phone around so they could both see Kira Powers in the midst of graphically fucking two much older men. “Eewww, it’s like you’re doing it with Grandpa! Two Grandpas!” Then a third man walked up and began urinating on her face. “Je…JESUS MOM! He’s peeing on you!”

“Turn that off before someone sees it!” Caroline stopped the video and put her phone away. Mom sighed, saying regretfully, “OhmyGod, I can’t believe you saw that. Listen, that was a long time ago.”

“Didn’t you like it?”

“Very much. That’s why I got into the business. There’s a lot of good people, but also a lot of bad people who try to make you do things you may not want to do. A lot of people called me a slut and a whore and eventually, the sex wasn’t what it used to be. It stopped being fun and became more like a chore because there was no emotion or real connection to the person I was with. It was even harder when I left and tried to get a regular job. Nobody would hire me because they would either recognize me or they would ask what I did over the past several years.” Her voice grew sad. “No one wanted me. It became so hard that I almost had to go back to doing porn in order to make a living. Some girls who also quit, like Anastasia Blue, didn’t make it.” She paused, then her voice became more upbeat, “But, then I met your father and he saw the real me instead of Kira Powers. Over the years, as I became a wife and mother, I become a much different person. A much happier person.”

Caroline got a thoughtful look on her face, “I wish I could do it.”

“Do what? You mean make dirty movies?”

“Not movies, but… it’s just that it feels so good and I really want to.” Carolina suddenly clammed up, aware of saying too much to her mother.

“What feels so good?” With a sheepish look, Caroline glanced away. “Caroline,” Mom goaded her.

“You know, when you rub your…” Caroline mumbled, blushing.

“Have you been rubbing yours?” Caroline hesitated then nodded. Mom sighed. “I know how good it feels. And I know you have this desire to… explore these feelings, but you can’t just write a strange woman. There’s a lot of bad people out there.”

“But I was writing to you. You aren’t bad,” Caroline interrupted.

“You didn’t know it was me.”

“But I still really want to,” Caroline pleaded, “It’s all I think about.” Mom looked at her daughter peculiarly, then remembered how she felt when she first discovered sex. “What about you? Why do you want to have sex with a kid?” Caroline asked.

Mom couldn’t answer. Not the kind of answer she approved of anyways. “You got me. I guess,” Mom said, “we’re both oversexed. I’m looking for someone like you, and you’re looking for someone like me.”

There was silence then Caroline asked, “What if we–” She paused.

“What?”

“Well… since you want to have sex with a girl, and I want to have sex with a grownup, why don’t–what if we were to… uh, you know.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Do each other?”

Mom’s eyes widened as she was about to object, but hesitated, thinking about it. When she finally spoke, her voice came out as a timid whisper, “You mean… you want to?”

Caroline bit her lip nervously, “I really want to… you know, touch and… do things… and I think you do too.”

Reflecting on the urges she had been feeling, Trisha thought about it, and what Caroline said began to make sense. It’s not like it’s someone else’s daughter. I won’t be hurting her, she thought to herself. “Caroline… this is a big step. I mean, if we do this, well, there’s no going back. Things will be different between us.”

“You’ll still be my mom.”

“Yes, but we would be more than mother and daughter. We’d be lovers. Is that something you’d be comfortable with?”

Caroline thought for a moment, then nodded. “I really want to.”

Both were silent. Mom, thinking about what she SHOULD do and what she WANTED to do, made her decision, “There’s a nice motel nearby. Maybe we could… get a room.” Caroline smiled slightly, nodding her head.

*****

The next several minutes were a blur to both of them. Just fragments of memories of leaving the mall, walking to Mom’s car and driving to the Marriott Inn. While Caroline waited in the car, Mom walked into the lobby and came back out shortly. “We’re in room 254.” Her voice sounded strange in her nervous haze. After driving to the other side, Mom parked and reached into the back to grab a paper bag.

“What’s that?” Caroline asked curiously.

Mom pulled out a bottle of wine, “Just something to help steady my nerves. I was already a jittery mess when I left the house and now, I think I’m definitely going to need this to help me relax.”

Walking up to the room, Mom opened the door and they stepped inside. Turning on the light, she closed the drapes, then turned toward Caroline. After staring silently at each other, Mom walked over to the sink and poured herself a generous amount of wine. With her hand shaking slightly, she swigged it down. Setting the cup down, she turned away and began getting undressed. Caroline pulled off her clothes also and as her mother turned around naked, Caroline stared in awe. She hadn’t seen her mother naked for a long time, since she was maybe six or seven. Back then, she’d thought nothing of it, of course. She had no idea the joys that awaited her once she discovered her coochie and the great feelings it could bring.

Mom noticed her staring, “They’re not that big. You said in your email you like big boobs.”

Her eyes wide, Caroline whispered, “They’re… beautiful.”

Coming over for a closer look, she stared at her mother’s B-cup breasts. “Can… can I uh… touch them?” she whispered breathlessly.

“Yes,” Mom giggled slightly, helping her to relax. She looked down at her naked daughter. It had been maybe two years since she’d last seen Caroline naked. She stared down at the soft, bald flesh of her little girl’s pussy and the sudden thought of having her lips on those soft cushions of flesh came to mind, triggering a shiver in her spine that she felt all the way to her clitoris, which was now rather swollen and wet.

Sticking out her finger, Caroline ran it lightly over a nipple, feeling the firmness before she softly poked her mother’s breast. Akiko’s right. This is really soft, she thought to herself. Beaming a big smile, she remarked, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Me either.”

Fingers spread, Caroline grasped both breasts and soon was squeezing them like Play-doh, “Can I kiss your boobies?”

“If you want to.”

Caroline leaned over and planted a kiss on her mother’s nipple. Mom smiled at her effort, “Honey, suck it into your mouth…yea, like that. Now lick the nipple.” Caroline took her mother’s stiff nipple into her mouth for the first time since she was a baby. The contrast between the stiffness of the nipple and the suppleness of the surrounding mound of flesh thrilled Caroline. She moved to the other tit and sucked, licked, and kissed it. She’d watched what men and women did together in the movies she’d seen, and she did her best to emulate them and their movements, hoping she was pleasing her mom. She hoped beyond hope that this would not be the only time they were together like this. Hadn’t Mom said they would be lovers? Wouldn’t that mean they would make love together whenever they could? She felt a spasm in her coochie as she imagined the changes to their lives.

After a while, Caroline pulled back, “Was that okay?”

“Here, lemme show you how.” Leaning forward, Mom gently licked Caroline’s flat nipple, then pressed her lips around it, mouthing it, then pulled back, “How was that?”

“Wet.”

“Well, I guess you’re too young to feel that much.”

“What else do we do?”

“Well, everyone likes different things. I like…”

“I already know,” Caroline interrupted, “You liked being peed on. And being tied up. And spanked. Oh, and putting guys’ thingies in your mouth and…”

Mom sighed, muttering under her breath, “God, how I wish you didn’t see those videos.” She raised her voice, “Caroline…that was Kira from a long time ago. I’m different now. I really hate how all you know about sex came from watching what I did. What you saw was just a tiny part of what sex is. And not a flattering part at that. Why don’t you give me a massage. That’s what your father used to do.”

“Okay.”

Mom lay on the bed, turning onto her back with Caroline following. Caroline, hunched on her knees, looking at her mother’s naked body, asked, “So, what do I do?”

“Put your hands on me.” Caroline did. “Do you feel how soft my skin is?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Just feel my body, like this.” Mom ran her hand along Caroline’s back. “Does this feel good?” Her fingernails lightly skimmed along her skin, producing little shivers.

“Ooh, I like that.” Caroline continued to squirm under her mom’s ticklish fingers.

“So do I. Do that to me. Do anything you want.”

“Really? Anything I want?”

“Anything you want,” Mom assured her.

Caroline thought for while, licking the corner of her lip as a thoughtful look crossed her face. “Anything?” she repeated, uncertain.

“Anything.”

“Could I… lie on top of you?”

Mom smirked at such an odd request. “Sure.”

Caroline carefully crawled over, then stretched herself out on top of her mother’s body, her face resting on Mom’s breast. Then reaching under Mom’s back and holding tightly onto her shoulders, Caroline slowly began rubbing her sex against her mother’s pussy. Her mother watched in surprise, but didn’t say anything, not wanting to embarrass her child. Her eyes widened more and more as her daughter’s slow thrusting grew more energetic, her breathing more labored, her face wincing from the intensity.

OhmyGod! She’s thought about this before! Mom thought wildly to herself.

As Caroline began grunting, Mom couldn’t ignore how her own pussy was awakening from the sight. It held her gaze and the fact that it was her own eleven year-old daughter humping her turned her on all the more. She heard Caroline saying something faintly under her breath, “…y-yes…Kira… harder,…K-Kira…y-y-y…”

Caroline could feel every inch of where her body touched her mother’s. She still couldn’t get over the fact that she was indeed having sex with Kira Powers. THE Kira Powers! And there’d she’d been living with the idol she longed to have sex with. She’d dreamed of doing this with Kira, of rubbing her tender coochie against the famous porn star’s mound. She had imagined it in bed often, lying on her stomach with her hand beneath her body and pressed against her slit, cupping her soft flesh as her fingers wiggled against that special place she’d found. She would pretend to hump Kira until her climax overwhelmed her, and now she was doing it for real. This wasn’t a fantasy; it was a dream come true.

Carolyn could feel the first waves of the approaching orgasm building inside her Her orgasm, a  word she had learned from the videos of her mom, felt like it might be the best one she’d ever had.

Mom’s mouth dropped open in shock as her daughter humped her pussy. She couldn’t imagine what her daughter was thinking of, but it obviously had something to do with Kira. Suddenly, Caroline sucked in her breath, her face contorting as if in pain. Her body trembled as waves of her climax took her. Then her daughter fell limply, gasping for air. As Caroline rested on top of her, Mom rubbed her back softly, dying to know why she had been calling Kira’s name. Instead, when Caroline opened her eyes and looked at her, Mom simply asked, “Are you okay?”

“Y…Y…Yeah. Give me… a minute… to get… my breath back.” After a minute, Caroline felt rested and asked, “Are you gonna do it?”

“What?”

“You know, rub your coochie.” Caroline scooted down to get a closer look, her eyes twinkling with desire. In a moment of stage fright, Mom reached down but stopped short. Caroline’s face was disappointed, “C’mon! I wanna see you squirt.”

Mom looked at her shocked, “My God! I still can’t believe you watched those videos!”

“Please…?”

Mom placed her finger on her clit and slowly began moving it back and forth. Caroline’s eyes widened in awe….

RIIING….

Caroline and Mom both jumped at the jarring noise of Mom’s cell phone. Mom reached over off the bed to her purse on the floor, fished out her phone and her face became alarmed, “Shit! It’s your father!” Caroline gasped. Waving her hand frantically, telling her to be quiet, Mom answered, “H-hi honey… No-no, just over at the store doing some shopping… I-I’ll be home soon… Okay… No, that sounds fine… Okay, see you then… Love you too. Bye.”

Mom slowly laid her phone back in her purse. A look of incredible sadness on her face, she didn’t say anything. After a while, Caroline nervously asked, “What did he want?”

Mom didn’t turn to face her, just kept staring at the wall ahead. Her voice was quiet, “He wanted to know when I’ll be back and if chicken was okay for dinner.” She didn’t move or say anything else, the look of sadness still on her face.

“Mom…what’s wrong?”

Mom’s voice was quiet and full of guilt. “We shouldn’t have done this.”

“But why not?”

“Because I cheated on your father. And had sex with my own daughter.”

“But…” Caroline started then bit her lip, unsure of what to say. Her mother seemed to awaken from her trance, looking around a bit then bending over to pick up her clothes. As she began getting dressed, she told Caroline quietly, “Get dressed, honey. We need to go home.”

Caroline didn’t move. “Caroline, come on!” her mother snapped at her. Caroline slowly got off the bed, picking up her clothes. The giddy feeling between the two was now replaced by tension. Nothing more was said between them as they got dressed and drove home.

Continue on to Chapter 5!

by No One

Nettie zapped through the TV channels listlessly, trying to find something, anything that would provide even a shred of entertainment while she waited. No such luck. Daytime TV really was complete shit.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to withstand the horrors of midday programming for much longer, as her phone soon chimed with the awaited reply from her friend Sara. Nettie smiled at the message she’d sent earlier while waiting for the new one to appear — her crappy old phone took forever to do anything. Surely Sara would get the gist of the long series of emojis — kisses, hearts, tongues, fingers, kitties, peaches, handcuffs, rockets — followed by a question mark.

When the ancient device managed to update the screen, though, the response brought only disappointment. Haha, SOMEbody’s horny! Sounds like a good time, but sorry babe, I’m out of town right now, it read.

“Ugh, why’s everybody fucking busy this week?” Nettie grumbled to herself. She’d sent a few messages already, but none of her friends-with-benefits seemed to be available for some sexy fun.

She looked through her list of contacts, hesitating at the name Erika, belonging to a very cute girl Nettie had met recently. They’d flirted some, and things looked promising… but they weren’t at the point yet where Nettie could just call her to hook up. And she didn’t need a date right now, damn it — she needed to get fucked.

Fun little Chloe would have been the obvious choice, of course — she’d satisfied Nettie plenty in the past few weeks. Annoyingly, though, the girl was staying at her dad’s for the whole week. That was the inconvenience with banging younger girls, Nettie realized: exciting as it was, they just didn’t have much independence.

Thinking of Chloe reminded her of the last time they were in bed together, the reason she so desperately needed some steamy distraction now. Namely, her little sister Alex, and what had happened between them on that bed — what she couldn’t get out of her mind.

Nettie cursed Chloe for the thousandth time for the stunt she’d pulled, the one that had led to her own hand ending up between her sister’s legs — all the while wishing that brat Chloe was there to take care of her needs.

The last few days had been very awkward for Nettie whenever she was around Alex. She usually just ignored her sister for the most part, but that was proving difficult with visions of the girl, naked and coming, constantly flashing in her mind. She could only hope that Alex still had no idea that Nettie had given her one of those orgasms. She couldn’t help stealing glances at Alex, wondering when exactly this annoying little pest had turned into — she had to admit it — a hot young woman.

Attempts at masturbation to relieve the pressure had not been very helpful, considering the thoughts that popped into her head whenever she tried. Just the night before, she’d fingered herself to a violent orgasm, caught up in a fantasy of doing the same to her little sister. Ashamed afterwards, she’d resolved to quickly get laid and, hopefully, purge herself of these creepy thoughts about Alex.

So she continued to thumb through her contact list. Oh, Julia. Now, she’s fun. Been a while since I saw her, Nettie thought, remembering some pretty wild times with the girl. She tapped the call button and waited for an answer.

“Well, well, Nettie. It’s been a while,” said a familiar voice.

“Hey, Jules! It has, huh? How’s college life been treating you? Parties everyday and shit?”

“Not exactly. Maybe the occasional party, but mostly studying and writing papers. And shit. Y’know, stuff you’re supposed to go to college for. It’s not so bad. I’m even doing a summer session now.”

“Aw, man. Like, actual work? Don’t tell me that. I couldn’t wait to get out of this stupid high school and go do fuck-all in college!” Nettie said in her best spoiled-brat tone. “But anyway, you know what they say about all work and no play. You need some fun, too. And I’m available for all kinds of sexy entertainment, just sayin’,” she continued, deciding to go straight to the point.

It was at that moment that Alex walked up from behind, a sandwich in hand, and sat at the other end of the couch. She raised an eyebrow at Nettie, no doubt having overheard that last line, but didn’t comment.

On the phone, Julia was chuckling. “Oh, I’m sure you are. Unfortunately for you, I’m not. You remember Karen, yeah? We’re kind of a thing, now. Something you’d know if you kept in touch for more than booty calls.”

“Ouch. I guess I deserved that,” Nettie admitted. At least Julia sounded more amused than annoyed. “So you and Karen got serious, huh? That’s cool.” Nettie definitely remembered the hot redhead — especially one wild night when she’d gotten both Julia and Karen in bed. She sure wouldn’t mind a repeat session right now, but it sounded like that was off the table. “And that means… no more ‘sharing,’ huh?” she asked in a lower voice, turning away from Alex. She didn’t need either of them thinking of her last threesome.

“Yeah, you know, that stuff can be fun, but… we’re sort of over that now. Call it maturing, I guess?” Julia explained with a laugh. “Anyway, we decided an exclusive relationship is better for us from here on out.”

“Well, that’s a pity,” Nettie said. She wasn’t sure how denying yourself pleasures that all the participants enjoyed was supposed to be a “mature” thing to do… but to each her own, she supposed. It just sucked that their commitment was ruining her fun.

Trying not to be bitter about it, she continued chatting with Julia for some time, promising to meet up soon to hang out, if nothing else. Dropping the phone carelessly on the couch cushion once she’d hung up, she let out a deep sigh. This day was not going her way.

Glancing up, she found Alex studying her, a hint of a sly smile at the corner of her lips.

“What?” Nettie snapped. She didn’t need shit from her little sister right now.

“Missing Chloe?” Alex taunted with an air of mock innocence.

Nettie shot her an annoyed look. Two could play that game, though. “And you’re not?” she countered in the same tone.

“Um… sure, she’s my best friend,” Alex said, not quite succeeding at nonchalance.

“Not what I meant. You have to be thinking about her as a bit more than a friend now, right?” Nettie smirked when she saw color begin to rise to her sister’s cheeks. “Yeah, that’s just what I thought. She taught you a few fun things, huh? I bet you can’t wait to have her back between your legs — yeah, you’re thinking about it all day long.” Projecting much? the thought came to her, but she ignored it.

Her face now crimson, Alex looked away and shrugged. “Well… maybe a little,” she mumbled. “All of that was, um, really something.” She looked so cute, blushing like that at the memory of her first real taste of sexuality.

It had been a very wild first time. Even Nettie had to admit that, unwanted images of her naked sister immediately coming to mind. She had a sudden longing to reach out and brush a strand of Alex’s lovely blonde hair out of her face, to lean in and kiss those pretty lips, to slip a hand into those girly pajama shorts until her little sister was all trembly and moaning — just like how she’d been appearing in Nettie’s head of late.

Goddammit. Nettie gave her head a shake, trying to dislodge the very thought.

“Do you, uh, do that stuff often?” Alex asked in a quiet voice. “I mean, um… the ‘sharing’ thing.”

Nettie froze. What did that mean? Was it only curiosity, or did Alex suspect there had been more sharing going on than she had bargained for? Meeting her sister’s eyes for only a second, it was Nettie’s turn to glance away and shrug awkwardly. God, I hope my face isn’t as red as hers.

“Not really often… Just something that’s fun once in a while, you know?” she muttered, growing annoyed at herself for getting so flustered. The whole thing with Alex sure as hell hadn’t been her idea, regardless of what ended up happening. “Usually with someone who’s invited, though. And not someone from your own family,” she added, leveling a glare at her sister.

“It’s not my fault!” Alex protested. “It was Chloe! She said, um… well, she said I should, uh, watch, but… I didn’t know she was gonna drag me in and… and… all that other stuff!”

“Yeah… I figured it was all Chloe’s doing.” Nettie had to admit to herself that she and her sister had been taken in by Chloe’s wiles. “That girl is a devil in disguise. She better believe I’ll get revenge, though.”

Alex giggled. “How?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll think of something.” Nettie could already imagine quite a few sexy methods of punishment. She tried to ignore a few ideas popping into her head that also involved her sister.

After a moment of silence, Alex cleared her throat. “Um, was it… weird, the other day? ‘Cause I was there?”

Nettie hesitated. It had been fucking weird. It also made her hot just to think about it, much as she’d like to deny that. Why was Alex asking, though? Did she feel bad about what had happened — even if she didn’t know the whole story?

Or on the contrary, could Alex be having thoughts similar to hers? What if she wanted to do it again? Maybe with her eyes open this time, would she let me… Ugh. Nettie put a stop to this flight of her imagination, threatening to run wild. It sure as hell wasn’t helping her situation.

“Err, well, it was kinda awkward,” she finally managed. “I mean… I dunno. What do you think?” What do you expect her to say? Nettie berated herself. ‘Oh no, it was really hot’?

“Um, kinda, yeah,” Alex agreed. “I guess. Well, like, I’m not used to this stuff anyway…”

“Right.” Nettie wasn’t sure what else to say about that.

There was an awkward pause, each of them avoiding the other’s eyes, until finally Alex jumped to her feet. “Anyway, uh, I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Nettie nodded, then watched her sister walk away — admiring the shape of her legs, then the pleasing curve of her ass. Once Alex was out of sight, she let her head fall back against the couch cushion, sighing deeply.

“Fuck,” she said to no one in particular. There wasn’t much use in denying the effect Alex was having on her.

Nettie squeezed her eyes shut and, as if to prove the point, an image of Alex undressing for the shower instantly popped up in her mind — and the young girl’s developing body was just as sexy as Nettie remembered. What would it be like to touch her again? To go beyond touching? Kissing… licking… to eat her own sister’s baby-smooth little cunt?

She really needed to get off, right now. Almost angrily, she yanked open her shorts and thrust a hand inside. She rolled her eyes, a little annoyed at how wet she’d become so quickly, but too turned on to feel ashamed about it.

Disinclined to take things slow, she immediately slipped two fingers inside herself. In her mind, she was nuzzling her sister’s pussy, lapping at the juicy slit, tasting the forbidden nectar. Just this once, she thought as she surrendered to her incestuous fantasy, though she didn’t believe herself for a second.

She moaned through gritted teeth as her fingers pumped in and out of her vagina, imagining they were inside Alex instead, while her tongue tickled her sister’s clit, making her scream like she’d never screamed before. “Bet she tastes so fuckin’ sweet,” Nettie whispered to herself.

Her pleasure was rudely interrupted by the sound of the patio door sliding open. “Yes, I understand. I’ll be there as soon as I can with the contracts,” Nettie’s mother was saying as she walked in.

“Godfuckingdammit!” Nettie hissed under her breath, snatching her hand out of her panties. She generally didn’t care much for what her mom thought, but still, there were limits. Thankfully, her back was to the door. She’d completely forgotten that the woman was even out on the patio, working on her laptop.

Deciding that more privacy was definitely needed to resume her dirty little incest fantasy, Nettie buttoned her shorts before standing up and attempting a stealthy escape to her room.

She was too late, though. “Oh, Nettie! Could you do me a favor?” her mom called out just as Nettie had a hand on the doorknob.

Nettie put on the best scowl she could muster before turning to her mother, hoping to dissuade her from actually asking for anything.

No such luck. “Don’t give me that look, it’s not a big deal. There’s a load of laundry in the washer, could you please put it in the dryer for me? I need to run to the office, the boss just remembered that he has to have some documents brought to him to sign right now.” She rolled her eyes. “Because, of course, he couldn’t think of that yesterday. But anyway, I have a meeting with a client this afternoon and I really need those clothes to be ready before then.”

Nettie weighed the effort needed to take on a simple chore versus arguing about it, and decided it was easier to just do as her mother asked. “Sure, whatever.”

She took a few steps towards the bathroom, where the washer and dryer were, then halted. “Oh, uh, Alex is in there, though,” she suddenly remembered with mixed emotions.

Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “So?”

Nettie made a face. She couldn’t exactly explain what was bothering her about the situation to her mom. Her heart was already beating faster at the thought that she might catch a glimpse of her little sister naked. “Um, won’t she get all weird about me coming in while she’s, uh, in the shower?”

Sighing heavily, her mother made her way towards the bathroom, muttering, “I swear, you two.”

*****

Alex was enjoying the feel of the warm water as it flowed over her body. The sensation of her soapy hands roaming over her skin wasn’t too bad either, especially on the more sensitive parts of her anatomy. Her nipples would certainly be very clean, not to mention the spot between her legs. She was only being thorough, Alex told herself — but in all honesty, she had to admit that the conversation with her sister had turned her on.

Remembering her incredible evening with Chloe tended to have that effect. Not that she’d needed Nettie to remind her — God, she’d been thinking about it all week. Her first genuine sexual experience had happened so unexpectedly, but she’d let Chloe convince her, and it had ended up being the most amazing and exciting moment of her life.

Of course, now the problem was that she couldn’t wait to try it again. But Chloe was away until next week, and now the days seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace. Alex knew how to take care of her own needs, naturally — and now she had ample material to feed her fantasies — but as good as her fingers felt, they were no match for Chloe’s touch.

Or Chloe’s tongue. The memory sent an excited tingle down her spine. Such a dirty act, but it felt so wonderful. When she’d first spied on Chloe and Nettie doing it, the idea of licking another girl between her legs seemed really gross. But now, more and more, Alex found herself wanting to return the favor, to do the same thing for Chloe. She was a little worried that she wouldn’t know how to do it right and might embarrass herself, even if it didn’t seem like rocket science.

Alex realized that this line of thought had led one of her hands down to fondle her sex yet again. With a blissful sigh, she pressed a finger against her slit, gently teasing herself. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to stay in the shower a little longer for a bit of wicked fun. Giving in to the temptation, she eased a finger between her lips.

As she closed her eyes, her mind immediately fastened on the images that had been dancing in her head all week. She was back on the bed with Chloe as they kissed and touched each other — the very things that Alex couldn’t wait to try again. And maybe some more, she thought. She definitely wanted to spend more time exploring her friend’s body — her sexy body, she found herself thinking, not for the first time. She longed to let her hands roam over Chloe, caressing those breasts that she envied, then making her way down to those shapely thighs and the warm, wet spot between them. And yeah, maybe try a lick or two.

Alex toyed with her sex as she thought of the two of them on the bed. Or the three of them — Nettie had been there too, of course, watching everything. Alex still had conflicting emotions over that. On one hand, it had been really weird and embarrassing to have her sister see her in such an intimate situation, but on the other… she had to admit that maybe it had also been kind of exciting.

She wondered what her sister had thought of the whole thing. Had Nettie just been annoyed, waiting for her turn with Chloe? Or… Alex couldn’t deny that watching the other girls fooling around had turned her on greatly; could it be the same for Nettie? The idea of arousing her sister was strange, but somehow appealing. Surely Nettie had been mainly focused on Chloe, but still, there was something exciting about getting an experienced teenage girl hot.

And then there had been that… odd moment. Chloe had been making Alex feel amazing with her fingers, then paused for a while before starting again, but it felt different, somehow. At the time, Alex had been too lost in pleasure to pay close attention, but it came back to her afterwards. When she’d opened her eyes after her orgasm, Nettie had moved closer, standing next to the bed rather than sitting on it.

Could her sister have…? No. No way. Nettie wouldn’t do anything like that to me.

It was probably just her imagination. Still, Alex had to wonder how she’d respond in such a situation. Nettie was a beautiful young woman — maybe even… attractive? Seductive? Having seen her sister having sex, it was hard for Alex not to think of Nettie in those terms. Actually fooling around with her own big sister, though, that was completely weird.

As her mind struggled with the idea, her fingers showed far less reluctance, pressing even harder against her sex. Alex gritted her teeth, doing her best to keep from moaning out loud.

“Alex, are you nearly done?” came her mother’s voice from just a few feet away — startling Alex, who nearly jumped out of her skin. She yanked her hand from between her legs, even though the shower curtain was protecting her modesty. She’d not heard the door opening at all with the water running — of course, her mind had been on other things.

“Uh, y-yeah,” she said. Quickly cutting the water off, she poked her head around the curtain and found her mom standing in the doorway, with a sullen-faced Nettie close behind.

“Your sister’s just going to come in to finish the laundry. I have to make a quick trip to the office and I need my clothes ready when I get back. Okay?”

“Oh. Uh, okay.” Alex retreated back behind the curtain as Nettie slouched in to take care of the task at hand. It was so awkward to stand there naked with her big sister only a few feet away, considering the perverted thoughts that had just been going through her head. Then she realized she’d forgot to set out a towel for herself.

She pulled back the curtain a little and, half hiding behind it, pointed at the towel rack. “Um, could you give me my…?”

Nettie glanced at her, sighed, then snatched the towel and handed it over without a word. Alex wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought her sister might have stolen a glimpse of her bare body during the exchange. Probably just my imagination. Again.

Feeling self-conscious, she considered drawing the curtain closed for some privacy, but that seemed silly. They’d seen each other naked countless times before, after all — then again, recent events put a different spin on that. Still, they couldn’t keep tiptoeing around each other forever, so she decided to act normally and began to dry herself off in plain sight.

As Nettie was pulling clothes from the washer and stuffing them into the dryer, Alex caught her stealing another furtive glance. Once, then again, quickly looking away when she met Alex’s eyes. Wait, is she checking me out?

Curious, Alex quickly dried her feet and stepped out of the tub, turning her back to Nettie but keeping an eye on the bathroom mirror. Sure enough, after a moment, her sister slowly looked around and, thinking the coast was clear, let her eyes roam over Alex’s body. Mostly her butt.

Oh my God, she is! Alex marveled, her pulse quickening. Sure, she should probably be creeped out, but in truth, all she could feel was pride that an older girl could see her naked and think she looked good enough to ogle — even if the girl in question was her own sister.

Turning back around, she was even more surprised to see Nettie look away in a hurry, then shake her head as if she was angry with herself. Was her sister getting flustered? That was hard to imagine. In general, Nettie only seemed to have two possible moods: aloof or annoyed. Could I really be… making her hot?

Alex’s earlier shyness was all but forgotten as she now toyed with the notion of turning the tables on Nettie. As she wrapped the towel around her shoulders, she straightened up, pushing her chest forward — not that she had much to show off there — and stood fully exposed, waiting for her sister to notice.

“So… are you getting Chloe anything for her birthday?” she finally asked, taking a casual tone.

Nettie paused in her chore, looking slightly sideways but not quite turning all the way around. “It’s her birthday?”

“Shouldn’t you know your girlfriend’s birthday?” Alex retorted, applying just enough emphasis to push her sister’s buttons.

Nettie gave an annoyed click of the tongue and turned towards Alex. “She’s not my…” Her voice died out as her eyes widened, taking in the full frontal nudity for a moment before hastily looking away. Was she blushing? Surely not… but there did seem to be a hint of color on her cheeks. “Erm, anyway. When’s this birthday?”

Alex didn’t quite manage to keep a little satisfied smirk off her lips, even as her heart raced with excitement. She wasn’t exactly sure of what she was trying to do, but she knew she liked the look Nettie had given her. It was nice to feel sexy, to feel… desired, maybe? “It’s on Sunday, when she gets back.”

“Sunday, huh? Hmm…” Nettie considered that for a moment, a slow smile spreading on her lips. “Yeah, I think I just might get her something.”

There was no doubt that her sister had something dirty in mind, and Alex was quite eager to find out what it might be. “Oh? Like what?”

“Not your business, is it?” Nettie replied before turning back to the laundry — though not without a last lingering look at Alex’s body.

“Hmph.” Typical. As Alex continued to dry herself, she wondered what kind of sexy present Nettie could be thinking of, hoping she’d get to find out on Sunday. This line of thought brought to mind another question that would be awkward to ask, but one that she felt needed an answer. Besides, Alex  smugly decided, she wasn’t done making her sister uncomfortable, not just yet. “Um… so, when Chloe gets back… who’s gonna get to, you know, be with her first?”

“Jeez, Alex!” Nettie whirled, wide eyes staring, apparently not expecting a question like that from her little sister.

“Well, what?” Alex shrugged, feeling her cheeks grow a little warmer. “I know you want to do it, and…okay, you were right earlier: I’ve kinda been thinking about it. A lot. So, sounds like something we should probably figure out now, right?”

“There’s this thing called spontaneity, y’know… but sure, I’ll go first since you’re asking.” Nettie flashed one of her smart-ass smiles, though it seemed to be a little less self-assured than usual. Also, she didn’t seem to be quite able to keep her eyes from straying to Alex’s body. “Hey, if you’re done drying off, mind putting some clothes on? It’s… distracting.”

Distracting, huh? Alex smirked. It sounded like her little game was really getting Nettie worked up. This was a seriously sketchy thing for her to be doing, she had to admit… but the sheer fun of getting her big sister so bent out of shape was too thrilling to resist.

Alex hadn’t entirely believed it when Chloe told her that she was “hot,” but now she felt genuinely sexy for the first time in her life. She had to wonder what kind of thoughts were going through Nettie’s mind. More than that: what would happen if she didn’t put clothes on? “Oh, is it? That’s never been a problem before…” she said, all innocence, making no move to cover herself.

Nettie made a face and turned back once again to her half-hearted task, mumbling something that might have been, “You know why.”

Alex could agree that sharing a bed with your sister while having sex tended to give a new and confusing perspective — even if they hadn’t done stuff with each other directly. Or had they? That strange suspicion came back to her. It sounded crazy but… could that be why Nettie seemed so unsettled?

Letting her eyes roam over her sister’s backside, she caught herself thinking that Nettie’s butt looked great in those tight shorts. Probably just her horniness speaking, though. After all, she’d been interrupted just before finishing herself off in the shower.

Alex sighed, feeling that familiar need well up within her again. Chloe really couldn’t come back soon enough. And now Nettie wanted to be with her first? That didn’t seem fair. Maybe they should flip a coin, or… there might be another possibility, she realized.

“Um, or maybe… well, I guess we could do it like last time… when Chloe gets back, I mean,” Alex said, hesitant to even give voice to this idea that was giving her some very mixed feelings.

Throwing the last of the laundry into the dryer, Nettie then slowly turned to face her, an eyebrow arched. “Um, so you… liked that?”

“Well, it was kinda weird, yeah, but… also, um…” Images flashed in Alex’s mind: Nettie and Chloe licking each other, then Nettie straddling Chloe’s face while Alex rubbed her friend’s sex. “A little exciting, maybe?” she finished in a murmur, her cheeks burning.

“Really…” Nettie searched Alex’s eyes for a moment. “Well, we’ll see.” She was making no effort to look away now. In fact, she was rather openly admiring Alex’s nakedness, her gaze leisurely drifting down, then back up. She swallowed visibly, then said in a husky voice, “Seriously, Alex, you need to get dressed now.”

Alex cocked her head, considering Nettie’s words. Was her sister hinting that something might happen between them if she didn’t cover herself? Her heart rate kicked up a notch at the thought.

Did she want something to happen? She wasn’t sure what to feel anymore. The idea should have grossed her out completely, but… at that moment, it seemed almost inviting. The butterflies in her stomach and the warmth she felt below indicated that some parts of her anatomy were clearly interested.

Anyway, since when did she let Nettie give her orders?  Especially now that, for once, she was the one jerking her sister around — breaking down that layer of cool that Nettie usually wore like a tight t-shirt. Noticing a sock on the floor, a sly smile spread on her lips as an idea came to mind. “Yeah, in a minute. You dropped something.”

Was she doing this because she wanted Nettie to make a move, or for the thrill of exposing even more of herself… or maybe just to be a brat? She wasn’t quite sure, but had no intention of backing down. Alex padded over to where the sock lay and bent over at the waist to reach for it.

Taking her sweet time, she picked the sock up, opened the dryer and tossed it inside, pleased with herself as she imagined how flustered Nettie must be by now. Bet she got a good look this time, Alex thought.

Straightening up, she pushed the start button on the dryer — then, as she tried to take a step back, bumped into Nettie, who was suddenly standing right behind her. Without warning, a hand snaked around to pinch one of her nipples, while another slipped down to cup her butt. Alex let out a loud gasp, as much from shock as from the sensation.

“This what you want, you little tease?” Nettie’s voice whispered at her ear.

Alex froze. Was this really happening? She’d toyed with the idea, but figured that Nettie wouldn’t dare to actually try anything. And now that she had, Alex was at a complete loss.

Should I make her stop? As bizarre as this situation was, she couldn’t bring herself to break away, not just yet. Nettie’s fingers felt delightful as they teased her nipple, sending little electric jolts of pleasure all the way down to her sex — which played hell with her already jumbled thoughts.

Too soon, though, the hand left her breast, moving up to rest on her shoulder instead. “Well? Is it?” Nettie demanded a response, her hot breath tickling Alex’s ear and making her shiver with arousal.

This was the moment to turn back, if there was to be one. But Alex couldn’t bring herself to push her sister away, even if she felt that she should. The excitement of her experiences with Chloe, the unfulfilled longings of the last few days, her interrupted pleasure under the shower, the wicked thrill of teasing Nettie — all these things served to make her a hot, horny mess, aching for her big sister’s touch. How could she have lost control of the situation so completely?

Trembling from head to toe, she leaned back against Nettie. “Don’t… don’t stop,” she said, barely loud enough to be heard above the rumble of the dryer.

As soon as the words left Alex’s mouth, Nettie’s hands were back on her chest, cupping both breasts and teasing the nipples to throbbing stiffness. Then, getting straight to the point, one hand swiftly slid down over her belly, pressing itself tightly against her sex. Alex’s legs nearly gave out from the sudden explosion of pleasure, and she had to grab on to the dryer to stay upright, unable to keep herself from moaning.

“Mmm, somebody’s all hot and bothered,” Nettie said as her finger began to glide between Alex’s slippery nether lips.

There wasn’t much Alex could do to hide how turned on she was, but any embarrassment was quickly eclipsed by the blissful sensations Nettie was creating between her thighs. She was soon groaning, bent over the dryer. Her own sister giving her this sort of pleasure — it was all kinds of wrong, but then why did it feel so perfectly right?

As Alex’s breathing grew heavier, Nettie suddenly seized her arm and spun her around. Now face to face, Alex felt her cheeks getting hot. The situation was a lot more disconcerting when she was staring into the eyes of her sister — her beautiful, sexy sister. She saw Nettie hesitate for an instant, then the teenager’s lips were upon hers.

Alex gasped in surprise at the unexpected kiss, and Nettie seemed to take her open mouth as an invitation to thrust her tongue inside. The circumstances were already rather awkward, and being kissed by her own sister pushed things to a whole new level of strange — but Nettie’s expert tongue, prodding and teasing, soon had Alex swayed. She found herself returning the kiss with growing passion, the taboo somehow feeding her excitement rather than inhibiting it.

She quickly realized that it was hard to keep a passionate kiss going while you were getting fingered — and Nettie’s fingers were incredible.. Their make-out session was punctuated by moans and gasps from Alex, often interrupting the dance of their tongues, but Nettie didn’t seem to mind, her kisses mounting in ardor and spilling over to Alex’s chin, then trailing down her neck.

Alex let out a sudden yelp when, without warning, Nettie grabbed hold of her butt and lifted her up, then plunked her onto the dryer with a dull thud.

“Better,” Nettie said. The gaze she turned on Alex was filled with hunger and desire. Maybe that’s what lust looked like. It was both exciting and a little intimidating.

Nettie got right back to work, adorning Alex’s neck with kisses — probably easier now that she didn’t have to bend down to reach it — then quickly moved to her throat, then her chest.

Alex sighed in contentment. She was slightly disappointed that Nettie had stopped touching between her legs, but feeling a warm, wet tongue teasing her sensitive nipples was a lovely  replacement for the moment. Besides, the rumble of the dryer underneath her was beginning to feel very good, its vibrations rippling through her body and stimulating all the right spots.

After a time, Nettie resumed her journey downwards, trailing her tongue across Alex’s tummy, her belly button, then lower still. Alex squirmed in anticipation, knowing full well her sister’s destination and growing more eager with each second. But now Nettie didn’t seem to be in such a hurry anymore, deviating from her course to nuzzle and lick Alex’s inner thighs — first one side, then the other.

“Ah!” Alex suddenly let out a little cry when she felt Nettie blowing cool air on her sex, the sensation tantalizing, her every nerve begging for closer attention.

Nettie gazed up at her, eyes dancing with amusement at the reaction.

“P-please!” Alex implored, her patience with the teasing quickly running out.

Nettie flashed a wolfish grin — then in the next instant, her mouth covered Alex’s sex, her tongue darting between the juicy labia.

“Ohmigod yes!” Alex blurted out, the tension she felt suddenly lessened as a surge of pleasure flowed through her. This was what she’d been craving all week, though from a very different partner. The wonderful feelings seemed even more powerful than she remembered — then again, Nettie had far more experience making love to girls.

She closed her eyes, concentrating solely on the sensations between her thighs, Nettie exploring the folds of her sex with a probing tongue. Nothing else existed but that tongue and her most intimate place. Pussy. The dirty word popped into her head. My sister is licking my pussy. Lost in the craziness of the moment, the thought turned her on even more.

Alex’s eyes snapped open when Nettie’s lips closed around her little nub, driving her to even greater bliss. Her unfocused gaze drifted by chance over to the bathroom mirror, and she was shocked by the sight. There she was with legs splayed wide, pushing her pussy against her sister’s mouth, her face contorted by pleasure and passion… it seemed like a bizarre scene from another world, and Alex couldn’t look away. She knew that she ought to be mortified, but all she could feel was rising excitement as she stared at the lewd view of herself, enjoying Nettie’s talented mouth.

Alex noticed some movement between Nettie’s legs, and realized that she had a hand stuffed down the front of her own shorts. She wished she could see what was going on in there, though it was easy enough to guess. It couldn’t feel half as good as what Nettie was doing to her, but just knowing that her big sister was masturbating served to kick Alex’s lust up another notch.

Not that there were many notches left to climb. She was getting closer and closer to the edge. Nettie seemed to sense it, too, the flicks of her tongue becoming more insistent on Alex’s clit. The relentless vibrations of the dryer were still amplifying every sensation.

Suddenly, almost before she was ready, a well-placed lick from Nettie made Alex tense up, then she found herself tumbling over that edge.

“N-Nettie! I… I… Aaah!” Whatever else Alex was going to say — she wasn’t sure herself — was lost as her voice turned to unintelligible moans and cries. Her whole body shuddered uncontrollably, and she might well have fallen off the dryer if Nettie hadn’t held her in place with both hands while her mouth remained glued to Alex’s sex.

Her ecstasy seemed to last for a long moment, though it was hard to judge the passage of time while her mind was lost in a fog of pure pleasure. Eventually, her body began to relax, and Nettie relented in her skillful stimulation, letting Alex come down from her orgasmic high and leaving her to slowly recover her breath.

When Alex opened her eyes, she saw that her sister was still kneeling, staring at her with an open mouth and breathing a little funny. Then she noticed that Nettie’s hand was back in her shorts, leaving little doubt as to the cause of her agitation. Alex’s pulse, which had just begun to calm down, immediately quickened again at the thought that it ought to be her turn to return the favor.

She felt a knot in her stomach as she gingerly slipped off the dryer and onto her feet, excited by what she might get to try, nervous about whether she’d be up to the task. She moistened her lips and hesitantly spoke. “Um, do you want me to… you know…?”

Nettie froze for an instant, then swallowed and slowly stood. Reaching out, she tenderly caressed Alex’s upper arm with the back of her fingers, trailing down until she could take hold of her hand. “Let’s go to my room,” she said, her voice hoarse as she pulled Alex after her, across the hallway and into her bedroom.

Carry on to Chapter 8!