Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Jojo Starr

Miley had never had so much excitement in her life. Every day was filled with wonderful butterflies fluttering all throughout her body, and throbbing, tingling nerves of anticipation of late-night activities with her sister’s panties.

It had become almost an obsession with her. The feelings she got when her nose was buried in her sister’s panties, her hips humping away frantically against her pillow, were unlike anything she’d ever experienced. For her, that moment, right before she climaxed, was the single greatest moment in the world and it was all that mattered.

The only problem was that these moments weren’t happening as frequently as she would have liked. Sometimes she was running so late in the mornings that she didn’t have time to get her sister’s panties before she had to get to class. Other times, even if she had acquired Daria’s panties, she would be so exhausted by the end of the day that she would actually pass out as she was waiting for Daria to fall asleep. She started to worry that the lack of sleep was getting to her.

But to make matters even worse, Miley began to feel slightly guilty about her actions. She knew it was abnormal behavior to be doing the things she was doing. In fact, it was actually perverse.

Still, what kept her from stopping altogether was the fact that Daria was clearly struggling with the same issues, and, to be perfectly honest, it broke Miley’s heart to see her sister in so much anguish. She loved Daria with all her heart and wanted desperately to see her happy.

Miley wrestled with these issues for days on end, wondering whether she should do something, and if so, what. It was exhausting. Of course, the easiest thing to do was try to push it out of her mind, which she often did. But that didn’t stop it from popping right back up again when she least expected it.

It had been several days since Miley had been able to do anything naughty, and she was really looking forward to it tonight. That morning, she had acquired her sister’s panties from the hamper – a super cute pair, she thought, which made it all the more sexy that Daria had had an orgasm in them. She’d been looking forward to it all day. And that night, as she lay in bed, waiting for her sister to fall asleep, she fought her body’s exhaustion. She fought it hard. But it seemed to be no use…

Miley’s heart was pounding as she felt her sister’s body brushing against hers. They were just sitting on the couch, watching TV, but Miley could feel the warmth of her sister’s skin against hers and it was too distracting. It was giving her tingles and causing butterflies in her stomach. She felt an urge to do something, but she didn’t know what.

Suddenly, Daria was looking at her. Miley froze as she looked into her sister’s eyes, feeling her body get hot. Daria was looking at her that way again… that way that made her weak all over.

Miley could feel her heart pound and actually felt shocked at how beautiful Daria was. Miley could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Daria had never seemed this beautiful before and it affected Miley profoundly. She felt just like a puddle in her presence.

And then Daria raised her hand and placed it on Miley’s arm. It was so soft and so warm… such a simple gesture, but it sent a jolt of heat all throughout Miley’s body. And then Daria’s face was moving closer.

Oh, God, Miley thought. Oh, God, she’s going to kiss me. Every nerve in her young body twisted up as tightly as possible. She couldn’t believe this was happening. And then Daria’s lips were on hers. Oh, God it’s so heavenly.

Miley’s hips rocked forward involuntarily and she was surprised to discover Daria’s hand on the couch, right between her legs. When Miley pushed her hips forward, they pressed against Daria’s wrist. Oh, God, it feels so good. Miley pushed her hips forward again as she felt Daria kiss her deeper. Oh, God, it’s so… Oh, God… So good…

Miley woke up panting heavily, her body covered in sweat. She was practically trembling. She still felt everything she felt in the dream. Part of her was annoyed that it was only a dream, but the other part of her couldn’t deny how thrillingly passionate it was. She was unbelievably hot. Hot for her sister.

Miley swallowed dryly as she let this thought sink in. It was a strange, almost disquieting thought, but also a terribly hot one. And suddenly she felt an almost physically painful ache spread throughout her body. An ache to be held, to be needed, to be loved… by her sister. It was almost unbearable, and in that moment she knew Daria had felt the exact same thing. She had no doubt that this was the very sensation Daria had every time she woke up from a dream crying out Miley’s name.

It was terrible. The pain was terrible and it was terrible to know that Daria had been suffering through it too. For how long, Miley could only guess. But it had to stop. She had to stop it. She couldn’t let this go on. She couldn’t experience this pain again. And she couldn’t bear the thought that her sister would ever have to endure it again either.

The rest of the night, Miley lay awake, tortured by these thoughts. She knew she had to do something, but what? What could she possibly do that wouldn’t make a complete fool of herself? What would she do? Say that she knows Daria has feelings for her and that… that they should… what? Be together? Just thinking it sounded absolutely absurd. But she had to do something. She had to.

After several hours of brooding, she finally settled on what she thought was the easiest path – sympathy. She would tell Daria she heard her waking up in the night. That she knew about Daria’s dreams. And that they didn’t bother her. That’s what she would do. It was the only way. It had to be.

*****

The next day was Friday. Miley was terrified all day, knowing what she had to do, but at the same time she was slightly relieved that the weekend was almost here and she would be able to sleep in. She couldn’t remember feeling so exhausted in her life.

All this secrecy and conflicting emotions were too much for her. She couldn’t handle it any longer. She knew that confronting her sister might mean that all this would come to an end. The thought made her heart sink, but at least she would have some closure and wouldn’t feel so tortured all the time.

Miley could barely focus on anything at school. All day she kept creating scenarios in her head of what she would say to her sister that evening and how it would play out. Nothing seemed to be right. It was creating so much anxiety within her, she actually began to doubt whether she could even go through with it at all. But she had to. She knew it was the right thing to do.

So after dinner that night, Miley took several deep breaths, preparing herself. She knew that this would be a good time, as their parents usually sat down and watched TV for a few hours after dinner. She had barely made eye contact with her sister all day. Every time they did, it felt like they were trying to avoid each other. It pained Miley to her core, and she knew it pained Daria too.

She watched as Daria cleared her place and walked off to their bedroom. What was she going to do, Miley wondered. It was Friday so there wasn’t any homework to do. Whatever it was, it would have to wait. Miley took three more deep breaths and got up from her chair.

*****

Daria sat on her bed, her back propped against the headboard, reading a book that one of her friends told her about. It was easy to get into, and she actually enjoyed reading it. It was one of the few things she could do that could successfully take her mind off all the crazy emotions she’d been feeling lately.

Suddenly, she heard the door creak open and, looked up. It was Miley. Great. Just as she thought she’d be able to relax from thinking about her for a while. “Hey,” she said, moving her eyes back to her book.

“H-hey,” came Miley’s voice.

Daria felt a twinge of discomfort. There was something in Miley’s voice, and the way her throat caught…

“Hey, um…” Miley went on. “I was wondering… do you… um, have a minute?”

Daria looked up, her eyebrows slightly raised. She felt her stomach tighten and a jolt of anxiety rush through her body. Something was definitely up. But she hadn’t talked to her sister in so long, and it was clear that Miley was troubled in some way. She had to hear her out, whatever it was. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it would be good to finally talk about something again. Something normal. She sighed as politely as possible and set her book down. “Sure, what’s up?”

Miley swallowed and turned to close the door behind her. Then she walked over and sat down on her own bed, directly across from Daria, her back straight, her hands palm down on her thighs.

Daria felt her anxiety increase. This seemed serious and she didn’t know if she was ready for anything serious. She just wanted a nice, quiet evening, precisely to distract herself from anything serious. She straightened herself, her body tightening.

Miley looked down at her hands and fidgeted with them for a few seconds. Then she looked up.

“Daria, I…” she began, “I’ve been waking up at night and I’ve been… I’ve been hearing you… making noises.”

Daria’s blood turned to ice, freezing her in place. She had to remember to start breathing again. Breathe, Daria, breathe…

Miley looked down again at her hands.

“And I…” she went on, “…and I know that you’re dreaming… and I… and I know… they’re… the dreams…. are about me.”

Daria’s heart sank. No, she thought. Please, God, no. This was everything she’d feared. Everything. She feared she’d been too loud… too obvious. She feared she’d been talking in her sleep. She feared… that Miley had heard. And she had. This was it. This was the end of everything. Daria would never forgive herself. She was a terrible, disgusting human being.

But then again… so was Miley. Daria knew about Miley’s little secret and it was the only thing keeping her from collapsing completely in tears. If Miley called her out on anything – anything at all – Daria would throw Miley’s secret right back in her face. She couldn’t say anything to that. So Daria froze. Tense. Waiting.

“And I…” Miley started.

Daria studied her sister carefully. Every sense and nerve in her body was on high alert. She was on pins and needles – she could erupt in a cavalcade of emotions at any given instant.

She looked at Miley’s face, almost frozen itself, looking down at her hands. And then, ever so slightly, she saw her sister’s shoulders start to shake. Miley was trembling. Suddenly it dawned on Daria how difficult this was for her sister to say. Instantly, she softened considerably, but still felt a good degree of tension.

“I…” Miley went on. “I don’t want you to freak out because….”

Daria tensed again, but for a different reason. This was getting interesting. Her ears strained for every possible syllable that would come out of her sister’s mouth.

“Because…” Miley continued, “…because, I had a dream, too… about you.”

A shockwave coursed through Daria’s body. She certainly wasn’t expecting this. Suddenly all of the tension from her fear shifted into something else. She was now deeply, intensely curious. And… oh God… was she becoming excited?

Miley looked up, now with tears in her eyes.

“I… I never knew it until then,” Miley said, fighting back the urge to cry. “But… it’s always been there. This… this feeling… I… I can’t explain it. And… and once I realized you felt it, even if it was only in your dreams, I… I just… I just knew…”

As she listened to her sister speak, Daria had never felt such an incredible swirling rush of emotions in all her life. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? Yes. Yes, she is. There was no doubt about it. Miley – her little sister – literally the girl of her dreams – was confessing that she felt the same way Daria did.

Daria’s heart pounded like never before, and all of the emotions and physical sensations she’d felt in her dreams for Miley came flooding back into her body all at once, igniting a passion and a fire in her body she never knew existed. Her stomach tightened as she experienced a real-life version of the sensations she’d experienced in her first two dreams about Miley – that she was the most breathtakingly beautiful creature she’d ever laid eyes on. The girl she loved more than anything in the world, and the fact that Miley was so sincere and so emotional right now only increased her beauty tenfold. Daria’s chest and her belly burned, and she felt a heavy and unmistakable throbbing between her legs.

She couldn’t leave Miley in this state. Miley was on the verge of tears – pained, tortured. Daria stood up from her bed, almost without thinking, and walked over to Miley’s bed. Miley stopped talking and froze. Daria sat down next to her sister, their knees touching. The sensation was electric.

Miley looked up at her, her eyes big and wet, searching Daria’s eyes, pleading. She was so beautiful it hurt. Daria felt a terrible aching in her chest and there was only one way to stop it.

Slowly, gently, Daria reached up with both hands, delicately cupping her sister’s face in them. Miley’s skin was so soft… Daria gently pulled her closer as she leaned in. As she came within inches of her sister’s face, she saw Miley’s eyelids softly close, her lips gently parted – so soft, so smooth. Oh, God. It is going to happen. Daria was really, truly, going to kiss the girl she loved more than anyone in the world – her own sister – in real life.

Daria’s heart thumped heavily in her chest as electricity coursed through her body at the realization that Miley wanted this too. Every nerve and every fiber in her being was tense with the knowledge that this was real. Slowly, she closed her own eyes, moving forward, and felt the wonderful heat of her sister’s face before pressing her lips to the most beautifully soft, most thrilling lips in the world – those of her little sister.

Time stopped. There was just heat, and warmth, and love. Daria held her lips against her sister’s, and as she did, she felt the fire in her belly and chest grow stronger. But something told her to pull back and look into Miley’s eyes again. She had to read them – to see what Miley was feeling.

So Daria pulled back from the most wonderfully blissful sensation of her life and opened her eyes. She saw the most beautiful girl in the world slowly open her eyes and look at her with such profound love it actually made her ache.

There was no mistaking it. Miley felt exactly the way she did and not one iota different. Daria felt the fires in her body burn hotter and heavier than ever before as she leaned back in, kissing her sister with firmer, heavier passion.

She felt Miley’s lips crush back against her own and she sighed heavily through her nostrils, holding her sister’s face tighter in her hands. She opened her mouth wider, kissing with a hunger she never knew she possessed, every nerve and fiber in her body alive with desperate arousal.

She wanted to feel every part of her sister’s mouth – merge it with her own. Her lips were incredible, but she wanted more. Daria opened her mouth, panting against her sister’s lips, and when Miley opened hers, Daria lunged forward, merging their open mouths and thrust her tongue into her sister’s mouth, eager to taste her saliva. She felt Miley sigh against her heavily as she pressed her tongue firmly against her sister’s, nearly shuddering at the contact. Daria felt a desperate urge deep within her as she licked her sister’s tongue, pulling it into her mouth, sucking on it.

She couldn’t get enough. The intensity with which she was drawn to her sister was almost painful. Her hands roamed over her sister’s arms, shoulders, back, sides – anything she could touch. She felt Miley’s hands on her body as well, gripping tight, squeezing, clutching her urgently.

The fire that she’d felt in her dreams burned hotter and more intensely than she was prepared for. It was in her chest, in her stomach, and, quite acutely, between her legs. Her body took over. Her passion consumed her. She had to get closer to her sister. She had to merge with her.

Daria turned in front of her sister, keeping her mouth locked on her as she leaned against her, pushing her back to the bed. They broke the kiss when Miley hit the mattress, panting heavily as Daria crawled over her and onto the bed.

Daria needed this. God, she needed it so badly. She saw her sister’s eyes staring back at her, burning desperately for more. Miley, almost instinctively, pushed herself back up the mattress, lying flat on her back as Daria followed her. Daria looked down at her sister hungrily, the fire within her burning intensely as they panted for breath.

Daria could barely believe this was happening. She never wanted anything so bad in her life. She quickly flipped her hair to one side so it wouldn’t be in Miley’s face before lunging down and covering her mouth with her own once again.

They sighed, kissing deeply. Daria not able to get enough of her sister’s lips, tongue, and taste. The throbbing between Daria’s legs was getting impossible to ignore and she quickly crawled up her sister’s body with her knees, hunching over to keep her mouth on Miley’s as her hands went to her jeans, trembling as she fumbled with the button and zipper, then hooking her thumbs in her jeans and panties, pushing them down forcefully with one thrust.

Daria didn’t really know what she was doing – she was operating purely on instinct. All she could think about was how hot and painfully aching her sex was, and how she had alleviated it in her dream with Miley.

Once Daria had her jeans and panties down to her knees, her hands desperately went to her sister’s waistband, fumbling with her button and zipper. Miley’s hands were there almost immediately and they were struggling to pull everything down, Miley’s hips rising off the mattress to get it over her butt.

Panting, Daria walked back on her knees, grabbing Miley’s bunched up garments in her fists, pushed her sister’s legs up, and pulled them up and off her body in one heavy motion. Miley’s legs fell back to the bed and Daria’s body fell between them, her mouth lunging for her sister’s once again.

“MMMMmmmmMMMNNNHHH!” the girls grunted as their bodies collided, their naked hips pressing together for the first time.

Daria pulled back from the kiss, gasping desperately for air as she tried to process the sensation of her hot, naked flesh against her sister’s, and especially her sister’s very short and very soft pubic hair, which tickled her crotch wonderfully.

After two or three short gasps, she went back to her sister’s mouth, her tongue going deep. As she felt Miley’s lips gripping her own, she thrust her hips forward, operating purely on instinct. Then, just as instinctively, Miley opened her legs wider and pulled her thighs back, welcoming Daria closer. Daria groaned as she thrust forward again, this time her hot, burning sex crushing against her sister’s soft, young lips.

“MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!!” the girls squealed into each other’s mouths at the sensation.

This was it, Daria realized. This is what she had to do. It’s what she’d done in her dream and it felt so real, so right, and so unapologetically primal. They were kissing, with the lips of their mouths and the lips between their legs. Both places were hot, wet, and aching for more and stronger contact.

She thrust forward again, and again, and again, her brow furrowing, her eyes squeezed tight, seeing stars. She burned and ached like never before, her hips operating of their own accord, pumping, thrusting, humping as hard as they could in a desperate attempt to crush her sex against her sister’s, the same way their mouths were crushed together. To merge with her sister’s body, top and bottom, fluids mixing together at both ends. As sexual and primal a union as she could fathom. Humping. Thrusting. Hard. Tight. Hot. Wet.

She felt Miley’s hands gripping the shirt on her back, and suddenly Miley broke the kiss, gasping for air with a barely audible high-pitched squeak. From a survival standpoint, Daria was relieved – it was getting too intense and she needed to breathe too.

She held her forehead against Miley’s as she pumped her hips and looked down at her, panting hotly. Miley looked back up at her, bringing her hands down to cup Daria’s face as they humped. This was no dream. This was absolutely real and it was shocking in its intensity. Everything was building so fast and so hot…

“Omigod,” Daria panted. “Miley… Oh, God, Miley…”

Suddenly Miley’s face twisted up, her brow wrinkling tightly.

Her sister’s expression sent a bolt of sharp, hot energy through Daria, causing her to hump harder, with all her might, gritting her teeth. She thrust hard and tight, crushing her sex tightly and wetly against her sister’s, grunting as she felt the most powerful welling surge up from her core, spreading rapidly to her whole body.

Miley’s face stayed scrunched. “Daria! Daria!” And then her eyes went big, her mouth dropping open.

It was the most beautiful thing Daria had ever seen and she instantly climaxed. She was staring down into her little sister’s face, the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen, in the throes of an orgasm, her face frozen in the most breathtakingly beautiful expression she’d ever seen.

It was shocking how powerfully it affected Daria, and she instantly felt her orgasm magnify five-fold. Never in her life had she imagined pleasure of this intensity was possible, and she felt her own face twist up, holding her sister’s gaze, as their hips crushed together as tightly as possible, slick, hot pleasure coursing between them at the juncture of their bodies.

They were silent, frozen in orgasm, their bodies trembling heavily, until Miley’s hands moved up Daria’s back, gripping her tighter, then her legs swinging around the backs of Daria’s thighs, pulling her tight, locking their bodies together.

Daria’s body jerked as she felt another sharp jolt of arousal course through her, her hips involuntarily trembling against Miley’s, causing the expressions on Miley’s beautiful face to get even more extreme.

Through it all, their gaze held, never breaking eye contact, and it was causing deep and powerful emotions to course through Daria’s body. The orgasm was too intense – she couldn’t think, all she could do was feel. And she felt the girl of her dreams – the love of her life, her beautiful little sister, the girl she was never supposed to be able to have, who she’d been burning for desperately for what seemed like an eternity now – wanting this, wanting her, passionately, and they were having it, they were doing it, this was actually happening – she and her little sister were coming, heavily, joined in sexual union.

“AAH!” Daria screamed as she felt her heart swell to the breaking point, her body heaving into her sister, but not able to go anywhere as Miley had such a tight grip on her body.

And suddenly, she felt a different orgasm – this one from her chest, causing her entire body to tremble and shake. “HHHhhaahhhHHnnnhhh — HHHHhhhaaaahhhnnnnhh! HHHhhhaaaaaahhhhnnnnhhHHH!” She suddenly realized she was crying – sobbing actually, her body heaving, shaking and jerking. She was still coming too, and the heaving was prolonging her orgasm, as was Miley’s tight grip on her body.

It was a strange sensation, coming and crying all at once, but powerfully and wonderfully intense. Her upper body collapsed onto Miley’s, her head buried into her shoulder, and she could hear little sister gasp beautifully as her own orgasm continued. They held each other – gasping, panting, trembling, sobbing, jerking, until their orgasms slowly subsided, which seemed to take a wonderful eternity.

Daria felt her sister’s body pressed to hers – her arms around her, her legs around her, their clothed upper halves pressed together, chests heaving, breasts soft and wonderful, and their lower bodies joined, skin to hot, slick, wet skin. She felt overwhelming love and acceptance, her body tangled up with her sister’s, and once again felt herself start to cry – more silently this time. She felt Miley’s hands softly caressing her back, her breath next to her ear.

“Oh Daria… Daria, it’s okay…” Miley softly breathed.

Daria let herself cry for a minute, then began to collect herself as a stronger urge overcame her. She wanted to look at her beautiful sister’s face again.

Slowly, she raised her upper body – their lower halves still joined – and looked down into her sister’s painfully gorgeous face, her eyes wet with tears as she had clearly been crying as well, her mouth pursed into a smile that she was desperate to hold onto, lest she burst into tears. It was adorable.

“Oh, Miley,” Daria breathed, brushing aside some sweat-soaked strands of hair that had been plastered to Miley’s face. “Oh, my God,” she said, feeling her heart swelling again. “Is this real?”

Miley’s smile widened as she finally burst into a giggle-cry, her head nodding.

Daria giggled too, shortly though, as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. The silence as they stared at each other was beautiful. Daria brushed her fingers across her sister’s face and slowly leaned down toward her. Miley parted her lips and their mouths joined as beautiful warmth spread through their bodies.

Daria sighed, loving the soft, wonderful sensation of her sister’s lips against her own. Gently, she felt Miley’s hands on the sides of her face and they kissed deeper, softer, lovingly.

They wanted this moment to last forever, but there were footsteps coming down the hallway, getting louder. Panicking, Daria and Miley broke their embrace and quickly tried to disentangle themselves just as a knock came at the door.

“You girls okay in there?” their father asked from behind the door.

Daria panicked. They were still naked from the waist down, both on Miley’s bed. And the air… oh God, it smelled so strongly.

“I heard a loud thump and it sounded like someone was crying,” their father said behind the door.

“Oh!” Daria said, maybe a little too loudly. “I uh… I just… stubbed my toe against the bed!”

“Oh, okay,” their father said. “It sounded pretty bad.”

“It’s okay, I’m fine! I’ll be okay!” Daria shouted.

“Okay,” their father said as the footsteps walked back down the hall.

Daria and Miley looked at each other, their faces completely white with shock and panic. As soon as they saw the other’s expression, they immediately burst into giggles.

“God, that was close!” Daria gasped as their giggles died down.

“I know!” Miley said. “Can you imagine if dad walked in on us??”

Daria squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t even want to think about it,” she said.

“Thank God he bought it,” Miley said.

“Yeah,” Daria said, realizing that that ‘thump’ their dad heard was probably the headboard hitting the wall on that last thrust Daria gave right at their climax. The thought sent a jolt of energy through her. But she quickly brought her attention back to the matter at hand. “We can’t get careless like that,” she said seriously.

“I know,” Miley said, her voice dropping.

“Mom and dad can’t know about this,” Daria went on. “Can you imagine?? Our lives would be over!”

“I… I know,” Miley said, squeezing her eyes shut.

Daria immediately kicked herself. She hated that pained look on Miley’s face. They had just connected for the first time in weeks it felt like, and it was absolute heaven. Why did she have to go and make Miley feel guilty for this? That wasn’t fair.

“Hey,” Daria said, placing her hand on Miley’s back. “Listen, this was beautiful. I don’t regret a single second of it, Miley, and I hope you don’t either.”

“I… I don’t,” Miley said.

The look on her sister’s face still pained Daria. “Oh God,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around her little sister. “I love you so much, Miley,” she said, completely sincere. “So much it hurts.”

“I love you too,” Miley said, close to tears.

Daria felt close to tears as well. This was so intense, so powerful. She was finally connecting with the girl of her dreams. She wanted her so bad, but she couldn’t risk losing her. “We just have to be careful,” she said.

“Okay,” Miley said, sighing. Daria could tell she felt a whole lot better.

Daria slowly pulled back from their embrace. “Which probably means getting some clothes back on now,” she said, smirking slightly.

“Yeah, I agree,” Miley said.

Continue on to Chapter 5!

By: J. R. Hartley

Claire looked at herself in the large mirror and started checking her make-up. Taking her lip gloss from her bag she reapplied a little on one corner of her mouth where it had been smudged.

When she’d entered the house, she’s gone to air-kiss Leia on the cheek in the fashion of two loosely acquainted friends but, well, missed. She’d caught Leia on the cheek by accident and had to apologize for being her usual clumsy self, leaving a ruby-red lipstick mark on her new friend’s face. Instinctively, she took the other woman’s head in her hands and wiped away the lipstick with her thumb as she would do for her own daughter.

“It’s been a while since anyone’s cleaned my face quite like that,” Leia said with an amused smile.

“Oh shi…. Oh, I’m sorry!” said Claire, horrified that in her nervous state she’d first reverted to her normal role of mother, and then again that she’d sworn in front of her hostess.

“That’s fine, Claire, honestly,” Leia said, offering a warm smile as a comfort. “And you can swear all you like. There are no fucking kids around,” she added to break the ice.

Claire sighed with relief and smiled before asking to use the bathroom. Leia pointed it out to her and she made her way upstairs. Claire was a few years older but was still very proud of her looks at 36. She was a little on the thin side but not unhealthily so and had shoulder length blonde hair with a slight wave running through it. She had a daughter, Jessica, from a previous relationship, and they lived together a few miles away, having moved to the area within the last six months.

Jessica had met Leia’s daughter, Molly, at school and the girls had become close friends in the past few months, spending more and more time in each other’s company. That had led to Leia and Molly being invited to a home barbecue Claire had organised recently for the friends they’d made locally in that time.

Leia and Claire had often bumped into each other at the school gates when picking up or dropping off the girls and had found themselves standing together whilst waiting. In part this was due to the ‘clique’ of school mums whom they never really fitted in with, and they both enjoyed having someone to talk to who wasn’t obsessed with school. Who wants to organize upcoming bake-sales or end-of-term parties before nine in the morning?

Partly, however, it was due to an unspoken attraction between the two women.

Claire emerged from the bathroom with her freshened lipstick and re-joined her hostess. Leia led her to the dining room and motioned for her to take a seat. “Drink?”

Claire gratefully accepted. She was understandably nervous and very nearly canceled this visit numerous times but eventually decided that she had no other option. Given what happened at the barbecue, Claire knew that she would have to face the music with Leia at some point.

She knew that they would have to discuss what happened but it didn’t help matters that Leia was spectacular. Molly’s mother was a little shorter than Claire and just 32 years old. She was of Spanish descent, with coal-black hair and a manner about her that made both men and women pay her a lot of attention.

Claire watched as Leia walked through the squared-off archway to her kitchen and pulled a bottle of sparkling Prosecco wine out of the bottom of the fridge where it got the coldest. Two large wine glasses were already washed and waiting on the side ready for use. Leia interlaced the stems between her fingers allowing her to carry both in one hand and headed back into the dining room.

“So, er, tell me the story about your name.” said Claire, trying to make small-talk. “You’d said it wasn’t your real name?”

“Ahh, well. It’s nothing really. I didn’t like my real name and I experimented with different variations and things. One night I went to a party with pigtails in my hair. We were messing around I ended up having it gathered in a bun shape on each side of my head and someone called me Leia and that stuck. That’s about it, really. You’re not driving are you?” Leia said as she filled the glasses.

“No, no. I came in a taxi.”

“That’s good. So. I think we need to talk, don’t you?” said Leia, changing the entire mood in just a few words. Claire clammed up and could only give a nervous nod. “Okay, Claire. Here it is. I’m going to be blunt now and tell you exactly what I saw from my perspective, okay?”

Claire nodded again. She suddenly felt like she was being interrogated and the room seemed to get uncomfortably warm. She knew it was all in her head, but that didn’t stop her flushing red. She’d already taken a large sip of wine and held the glass poised by her lips as if using it offered some sort of protection.

“At the barbecue, you specifically asked everyone to use the downstairs bathroom only. It was already quite late and both our girls were in bed. I was desperate to use the ladies room and so quietly sneaked upstairs. That’s when I saw you. I watched you for quite a while actually.”

The glass was doing nothing – Claire took another big gulp instead.

“I could see that you had pulled up your dress and had your hand inside your knickers. You were playing with yourself whilst looking into that back bedroom. The only people in that room were our daughters. Something or someone in that room led you to finger yourself and I think it was our little girls.”

Claire’s heart was racing as she looked at Leia, not saying a word as she didn’t want to incriminate herself.

“I saw that they were both asleep, so whatever triggered you to grab yourself was directly from your own imagination, wasn’t it Claire?”

She stared down at her table in front of her, unable to make eye contact and wishing she was anywhere but here.

“You stood outside the bedroom of our sleeping little girls, looking at them and finger-fucking yourself while imagining things which I can only imagine involved you and at least one of them.”

Claire’s embarrassment had grown throughout this conversation but Leia was absolutely right. There was no reasonable way to deny it. She’d tried to think of a suitable excuse, but there simply wasn’t one, so Claire did the only thing she could think of–she nodded.

The blonde was waiting for the hammer to fall and to be screamed at or hit or something, so she closed her eyes tightly. Leia instead smiled, unseen by Claire, and took a sip of her own wine to drag out Claire’s discomfort a fraction longer before continuing. “Hmm, that’s so hot.”

Claire almost spat out her wine, her eyes suddenly wide. “What?!”

“Jesus yeah, watching the effect that they had on you was mesmeric. I know what it’s like when you see something that just tickles every erogenous zone on your body at the same instant–it’s like your spine… hums. Seeing someone else experience that moment was ridiculously stimulating.”

Claire looked at her for a long time. She was partly relieved that the secret was out and was still processing the fact that Leia enjoyed it, but those feeling were more than balanced by embarrassment and a need to be guarded. “But it’s your daughter,” she whispered.

“Ah, so it was Molly then?” said Leia, sipping her wine. Both women took a sip of wine at the same time, not knowing who should speak next.

“You think she’s sexy, don’t you?” said Leia in a low, seductive voice. Claire was stunned at how this conversation had turned and held the glass to her lips, looking straight at her new friend.

She paused, a thousand thoughts streaming through her brain at such speed she couldn’t focus on any of them. Her lips trembling slightly, she whispered, “Yes,” before adding, “really sexy.”

“So what exactly were you imagining about my daughter?” asked Leia as if it was the most normal question in the world. “You might as well be honest with me.”

“You’re certain you don’t mind?”

“Absolutely. In fact, it’s making me cream in my knickers right now.”

Claire bit her lip as she thought. She’d been caught finger-fucking herself while watching this woman’s nine-year-old daughter and sort of confessed to imagining a scenario between them; it couldn’t really get much worse. After a long pause, Claire relinquished and added her side of the story, especially since it was turning Leia on rather than pissing her off. For the first time, she wondered where this might lead.

“I’d come upstairs to use my bathroom just like you did. All the lights were off, and as I passed by their room I checked in on them. You know how hot it was that day and the windows were open trying to get some breeze in. I was actually a little surprised they’d both fallen asleep with the barbecue still going on outside but…anyway. Both of them were out of the covers and they were both in little pyjama shorts with a t-shirt. Molly was lying on her right side right in front of me but with her left leg bent forward across her. I could see the curve of her body in the light from the floodlight outside, and it just suddenly overwhelmed me.

“I really like that position when…”, she hesitated before admonishing herself for this unexpected prudishness. “I really like that position when someone goes down on me as they can…they can get both front and back,” she admitted.

“Ah, you like having your arsehole eaten as well as your cunt, do you?” asked Leia.

The words shocked Claire but somehow helped turn her overriding feelings from guilt and shame towards being actually turned on. She couldn’t work out if Leia was still trying to trick her somehow but the 32-year-old actually seemed aroused, just as she’d said. Claire pressed on. She only liked to use the ‘C’ word in the most intimate scenarios but she realized she’d have to say it aloud in this conversation. That in itself was one of her taboos broken and it only added to her own arousal.

“I do, yes. I love having my… cunt eaten like that. And having a hot girl’s tongue in my arsehole is so hot.”

“Given the existence of Jess, I suspect that, like me, you haven’t always been exclusively into women and girls?” asked Leia.

“No,” Claire replied, “I was married years ago but we didn’t last long. He was desperate for a threesome, and I eventually relented having been curious for a while. I’d messed around with friends while growing up but that was me going all the way for the first time. In the end I think he felt a little left out, but he got his fantasy and I got the realization that I much preferred women. But…can we back up a step?”

Leia smiled, wondering if Claire had caught what she’d said.

“You just said that you’re exclusively into women?”

“That’s right.”

“And girls?” continued Claire. “You like girls?”

“I do,” said Leia, smiling.

Claire paused. “Do you like Jess?” she asked.

“Claire, the question was, what was going through your head when you were finger-fucking yourself whilst watching my little girl.” It was a simple question but it was another example of Leia framing their relationship; she would be slightly dominant over her friend.

Claire smiled, oblivious to the subtle manipulation. She’d instead been thinking that she’d veered off track in the conversation following Leia’s comments. She took back up where she’d left off.

“Okay. I saw her bottom and it made me think of her being licked. At first my thoughts were of a girly-sleepover where Jess was lying lower down the bed and licking her pussy, and that was the point I started to pleasure myself.”

Claire looked at Leia before continuing: “Then I wondered about doing it myself, then–” She stopped herself, not sure she wanted to admit the next sentence to herself, never mind anyone else.

“Then–?” prompted Leia, smiling.

Claire sighed, realizing she’d given herself up. “Then I had this vision that it was Jess and me both licking her at the same time.”

“I like that,” said Leia quietly.

“That’s what made me really play with myself,” said Claire, bringing an end to her confession.

“Thank you, honey,” said Leia, taking another sip of the wine. “The idea of you and Jess lying naked on a bed together, both licking the same pussy at the same time, is a real turn on.” Leia’s hand reached up, resting on her cleavage as her eyes glazed over slightly, clearly transported into her own little fantasy. “I can picture you both doing that to me and your tongues playing with each other over my clit.”

“Oh God, Leia,” Claire said, her breathing becoming noticeably heavier. Not only was this stunning woman forgiving…no, encouraging Claire’s desires towards her own underage daughter, but she’d also confessed to harboring similar desires toward Jessica. Worse than that…or was it better, she wasn’t sure any more… she’d also hinted at Claire’s darkest, most intense and personal fantasy: Claire and her own daughter.

Both women were lost in their own imaginations for a few moments before Leia continued the conversation. “That idea struck a nerve in your pussy, didn’t it?” she said, smiling gently. Leia knew how to dirty talk. She knew the little pauses to drop in and when to elongate or emphasize certain words. She could see Claire was a fan.

“It did” replied Claire.

“You and your daughter, your naked bodies pressed up against each other and kissing between my wide-spread thighs.”

“Oh fuck.” Claire’s thighs were pressing together hard now.

“Oh wow Claire, I can feel how wet you’re getting. You like this don’t you? You like me talking dirty to you like this?” Leia realized she had tapped into a rich seam of Claire’s depravity–already knowing the answer to every question she asked. “You like me talking about little girls, don’t you? Or when I mention incest? Mmm, and you like it when I mention that she’s only nine-years-old too? Oh wow, yes you do. Look how wet you are, you dirty girl.”

Claire blushed. “Yes.”

She stared into Claire’s eyes, which were glazed over with lust, and smiled. “You’re partial to some mother-daughter incest as well I see–good to know. So, do you think my little girl is sexy?” asked Leia, teasing her friend with a sultry smile. “You think my sweet little nine-year-old girl would be a good fuck?”

Claire instantly became both thoroughly embarrassed and thoroughly turned on. “I really do.” She wasn’t sure which mischievous part of her brain formed the next question but it proved to be a breakthrough point for both women: “Don’t you?”

Leia looked at her for a moment then held her arm forward, her glass tipped forward ever so slightly in Claire’s direction, inviting the same movement in return. The glasses clinked as Leia grinned. She’d decided it was time to bring Claire into her world.

“Fuck yeah, she’s sexy,” Leia said, grinning. “I guess you’ve already seen most of her flesh in those short shorts and tiny top but you just wait.”

“For what?”

“For when you see her naked. She has the sweetest little pussy.” Claire took a few seconds to process what Leia had said. “I mean,” Leia continued, “that is if you want to….” She left the thought hanging in the air–Claire would have to speak next.

“I’m going to see her naked?”

“If you want to,” said Leia. “She’s certainly happy to.”

Claire nearly spat back her wine. “You’ve talked to her about this? About me?”

“Of course! We’re really close.”

“But–but what kind of things did you…did she… say about me?”

“Well, it started off as quite an innocent conversation just before going to bed a couple of weeks ago. We were snuggled up together on the sofa together after watching some movie or other. We’d both had baths and were sitting there in our pyjamas when she started talking about Jessica.”

Leia refilled the glasses and was gazing at Claire now. She’d spent the previous couple of days planning what she was going to say and before Claire had even stepped foot through the doorway. Leia knew that if all went to plan, then Claire would be going home a very happy girl.

“She was saying how great Jess had looked in her little summer dress the previous day and how much she wanted to kiss her.”

“Wow!” said Claire “that’s quite… worldly of her, isn’t it?”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Leia said, smiling. “Anyway, I was teasing her and asking what else she’d like to do to Jess. She was getting slightly embarrassed and, dare I say, a little turned on when she also mentioned you.”

“You’re kidding me!”

“Not a bit,” said Leia, dismissing the comment and carrying on with her story. “She was talking about how nice you looked in those shorts and how they really suited you. She also really liked your shoes and I think she wants to pinch your sunglasses.”

Claire laughed then gave a shy smile. “Well…thank you.”

“And then I asked how much–precisely–she liked you and Jessica.”

“And?” said Claire.

“And…. she said she’d like to kiss you both at the same time, one on either side so she could turn her head and kiss a hot mother and daughter at once.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Claire said, laughing. “She did not say that; you’re messing with me.”

Leia simply smiled at her.

“Nine-year-old girls don’t go around talking about kissing other girls, never mind actually doing it. They certainly don’t have conversations about threesomes involving her friend’s mother too! What’s this all about, Leia?” asked Claire, confusion on her face.

“Let me ask you a question. What were we wearing when we came round to your house for the barbecue?” said Leia as she delved into her bag and took out her phone.

“Er… you were in a full length white bohemian dress with red flowers and Molly was in her shorts and bikini top, like we said.”

“Mmm-hmm, and you’d recognize your own downstairs bathroom, wouldn’t you?” asked Leia as her fingers flew over the screen’s surface.

“Well, yes, of course.”

Her friend turned the phone towards Claire to show the video she’d just opened. “Hi Claire, it’s Leia here and I’ve got Molly with me. We’ve just nipped away from the party for a few minutes to record this little message that you may or may not ever see. I hope you do though. We both do, don’t we, babe?”

“Hi Claire, yeah we do. I was looking at you and Jessica today at the party and you’re both looking so lovely.”

“They are, aren’t they, Molly? How does that make you feel?”

“It makes me feel like I want to kiss them both, Mummy.”

Claire’s pussy was suddenly getting wet, and she felt deliciously uncomfortable.

“Kiss them, baby? Together?”

“Fuck yeah, Mummy!”

Claire gasped at the sound of little Molly swearing.

“Well, let’s show Claire what you mean, shall we?” Leia and her daughter both smiled at each other and launched into a very tender but full-on passionate kiss.

“Fuck!” Claire breathed.

The mother and her little nine-year-old girl on screen were still kissing, and Claire watched as Molly began running her hands into her mum’s hair. Claire had always been a little jealous of Leia’s full black hair from the moment they’d met, and she’d wondered how it’d feel tightly grasped in her hands more than once. She closed her eyes momentarily and shook her head. Damn, Claire, she thought, you’re sitting watching a little girl and her mother kissing like this–one of your deepest fantasies–and you’re thinking about Leia’s hair? What’s wrong with you?

All too soon the video ended. Claire didn’t know what to say except that she knew she couldn’t just leave it at that.

“You and Molly?”

“Yes,” said Leia, slightly embarrassed but turned on herself.

“You kiss each other?”

“We–we do everything with each other.”

“So that’s why you were saying that about her sweet little pussy?” said Claire with a hint of a smile on her face.

“That’s precisely why I said that, yeah.”

Claire paused, pondering a very specific question for a while before finally gathering the courage to ask.

“For how long?”

Leia hesitated, smiling. “We’ll get to that. I take it from your reaction that you and Jessica aren’t playing with each other too?”

“No!” Claire said, a knee-jerk reaction. After a couple of seconds to process what she’d just seen and heard, she figured a confession to Leia was more than okay. “I mean… I’ve thought about it.”

“I’m not surprised,” said Leia, turning on the charm. “She’s such a sweet little girl, so charming and just as beautiful as her mother.”

Claire graciously smiled quickly as Leia took a sadistic little pleasure in taking the conversation in a different direction: “I’ve been wanting to fuck her since the moment I saw her.” Claire gasped but didn’t stop her. “I’ve often imagined looking down at those sexy blue eyes between my legs as she ate my cunt… mmmmmmmmm”

“Leia!” said Claire without any conviction.

“You like young girls, don’t you, Claire? You obviously like my little Molly and your own darling daughter is a little sexpot–I can’t imagine she would have escaped your attention.”

“Leia… I–”

“It’s okay, Claire.” She smiled. “I’ve already confessed that I regularly fuck my little girl. It’s okay if you want to fuck yours as well. Or mine, come to think of it.”

Leia watched Claire’s face for a response but didn’t get one. To prompt her, Leia stood up from the table, leaving the wine where it was and stretched out to take Claire’s hand in hers, pulling her up and walking her into the kitchen.

“This is a little more secluded. The dining room looks out onto the front of the property, but no-one can see us here.” Leia smiled seductively. “Just tell me one thing.” Claire nodded. “Would you like to watch it again?”

Claire was becoming audibly excited, her breathing more ragged, and she nodded her head. Leia grinned and pushed Claire gently back against the kitchen worktop, stepping in close so that their bodies were pressed together. Leia was a little shorter so her face was about level with Claire’s neck. She stretched up slightly, arching her back a little and pushing out her breasts into Claire’s slim body, then held the phone out in a position where they could both watch.

Claire certainly wasn’t complaining; Leia was a stunning woman–just her type actually–and she would have found this moment incredibly erotic anyway, but the addition of that video, the conversation and the wine were blowing her mind. They watched it through once more with Leia gently gyrating against Claire’s body. When it finished, she pressed play again. Leia turned her head and started to plant some kisses on Claire’s neck, breathing deeply and using her tongue to apply tiny licks as well. Claire’s knees almost buckled–she was almost overwhelmed with lust and possibilities.

The video played one final time and Leia reached up further, whispering into Claire’s ear just as the movie finished, “Her bald, little cunt tastes so sweet.”

Claire grabbed Leia’s head and started kissing her strongly, wrapping her leg around Leia and pulling her closer: “Oh fuck, Leia, that’s so hot!” she managed to moan in between kisses. The two women were writhing against each other for a few minutes as they whispered at each other.

“You like that, Claire? Did that turn you on?”

“Yes. Jeez, yes”

“Is it the thought of my little girl lusting after you which gets you all horny?” said Leia as she grabbed Claire’s breasts through her thin dress.

Claire nodded, kissing Leia harder.

“Mmm, you naughty slut. You like little underage girls do you? You like my little nine-year-old daughter?”

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes! I do!” she confessed.

“It makes you horny that my little nine-year-old girl lusts after you, doesn’t it?” asked Leia, sliding her hand down to press against her friend’s pussy. Claire moved her hips to allow Leia better access. This was a huge turn-on, particularly when Leia reached under her dress and slid her knickers to one side.

“Mmmm, I do love a shaven pussy,” Leia said, grinning, as she found Claire’s clit between her fingers, causing the blonde to judder slightly as Leia’s fingertips gently scissored together. Their kisses continued as did Leia’s filthy talk.

“What do you think of the video where Molly kissed me?” she asked, her tongue flicking out to touch Claire’s top lip.

“Oh fuck!” said Claire, her pussy wobbling now. “I really liked that.”

“Do you now?” she grinned. “You like that I kissed my little girl, do you? You like that I often kiss my little girl, and she kisses me too?” Leia’s fingers were running faster and faster now and Claire’s breathing was becoming ragged.

“You like the idea of mummies and daughters together, do you? Of nasty lesbian incest?”

Claire trembled. “Yes.”

“You like the fact that my daughter and I play with each other?” Leia was really ramping it up now, stressing some of the words and speaking them more loudly as Claire approached her orgasm. “You like that this hot little SLUT fingering your pussy right now fucked her own DAUGHTER last night, do you? You like that I ATE her tight little NINE-year-old CUNT? You like that my UNDERAGE little slut daughter made her mummy CUM on her pretty little tongue? Can you imagine that? My little girl between my legs with her little mouth attached to my CUNT?”

Something exploded inside Claire.

She had never orgasmed like this before, and the whirlpool inside her head and her climax seemed to last for minutes. Leia knew that she didn’t need to say any more–her words would already be going round and round inside Claire’s head as the orgasm flowed and ebbed. She merely supported her friend through the strongest parts to prevent her collapsing to the floor. Leia eased down her caresses, becoming gentler and slower as Claire gradually came back from her own mini-oblivion.

It took a few minutes for Claire to be able to stand properly again and straighten her clothes whilst Leia stood watching and smiling, licking her fingers clean one by one.

“You taste amazing, Claire.”

“Fuuuuuck,” groaned her friend, happily as she followed Leia back to the dining room to pick up the glasses of wine. Leia smiled, saying, “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.” Then she offered up her glass again in a silent toast.

Claire threw her head back for a moment, said ‘SHIT!” loudly at the ceiling before she faced Leia with a big smile as she raised her own glass to meet it. “What the fuck are we doing?” she said, laughing. “Cheers!” Clink!

Continue on to Chapter 2!

by Purple Les

I was naked except for my socks and sneakers. We were in Mom’s bedroom in the late Spring afternoon. My aunt Billie, my mom, my aunt Sue, cousin Sammie, and cousin Penny. They were all nude.

“Well, Katy,” Aunt Sue said, “Should we get to know each other a little better?”

She patted the bed next to her and I walked over to her. I sat on the bed next to her. Her boobs were eye level to me. I looked up at her face.

“Let’s get these off you.” Aunt Sue said to me as she untied my sneakers. As she pulled off my sneakers and socks, I looked past her.

My mom was on her back with my sixteen-year-old cousin Sammie on top of her. They were doing a sixty-nine.

My seven-year-old cousin Penny was on her back watching them. Aunt Billie was gently licking Penny’s pussy.

Aunt Sue looked at me watching them all. She pressed her boob closer to my face. I took her already hard nipple into my mouth. She put her hand on the back of my head and said, “That’s nice.”

After a while I took my mouth off her.

“Aunt Sue, you can touch me if you want but Sammie and Penny already made me come really hard upstairs.”

Aunt Sue smiled at me. She kissed my head.

“If you want to just watch for awhile that’s fine. Or, if you want, I can make you a snack in the kitchen if you’re hungry. Are you thirsty?” Aunt Sue asked me.

“I guess I am a little thirsty.”

Aunt Sue walked me into the kitchen. She poured some iced tea for me and herself. We stood naked together in the kitchen drinking it.

As we drank we looked each other over. I liked the way she was checking me out. I couldn’t take my eyes off her either. She looked like she could have been a ballerina or model. Some condensation dripped off my glass and on to my chest. Aunt Sue gently wiped the tiny drops off my chest with her hand. She brushed my tiny hard nipples as she did that.

“Aunt Sue? Can we go back in the bedroom now?”

“Sure. Do you feel like watching some more now?”

“Yeah. Um, plus I’m getting horny again. Can I lick your pussy?”

“Yes, of course, if you’d like to. We’ll do it in the bedroom so everyone can enjoy watching us.”

Aunt Sue put her hand on my shoulder and walked me back into Mom’s bedroom.

Aunt Sue was feeling and looking at my ass while we stood in the doorway to the bedroom looking in.

Sammie and Mom were still in a sixty-nine. Mom had a finger up Sammie’s ass-hole while Sammie worked on Mom’s pussy like she was in a watermelon-eating contest.

Aunt Billie was on her back. Penny knelt between Aunt Billie’s legs. She had put almost her whole hand in Aunt Billie’s pussy. Penny had been watching her sister with my mom. Now she looked at her mother and me standing there watching.

Aunt Sue sat down on Mom’s bedroom chair with her legs spread. I got on my knees between her legs. I moved my face toward her pussy. Aunt Sue stopped me by putting her hand on top of my head.

“Katy,” Aunt Sue said softly. “I want you to tell me why you want to lick my pussy. I won’t let you do it till you tell me something.”

“Golly. I’m not sure what to say.”

I thought for a moment then said, “I guess because I really like to lick pussy. I really love to lick one I’ve never licked before. I like the way yours looks, Aunt Sue. I never saw a clit so big before. I wonder if you taste like Sammie. I want to lick where Sammie and Penny came out, because I love them I want to reward your pussy for letting them come out of it. I think most of all I want to have you come on my face because I love you so much. Please, may I lick you, Aunt Sue? It would make me so happy. I love the way your pussy looks and smells. Please, let me. Please! I’ll die if you don’t let me lick you.”

I thought to myself I sounded stupid but I didn’t know what else to say. It was the truth.

Aunt Sue took her hand off my head and said, “Yes, go ahead.”

As I licked Aunt Sue’s pussy, I could hear Sammie having a come. Moments later I heard Aunt Billie come too.

Then Penny was kneeling at my side. She watched me eating out her mother. While she watched she put her hand on my ass and felt me up. Aunt Sue put her hand on my head again, but not to stop me. It was to push my mouth against her pussy harder while she moved her hips up and down. Aunt Sue came really hard on my face. I tried to get every last drop of her pussy cum. Then she started to half laugh, half cry and pushed me away. I knelt back some on my heels and looked at Aunt Sue.

She seemed totally relaxed. Aunt Sue’s legs were spread wide. She had a light gloss of sweat all over her and she was catching her breath.

“My favorite niece,” she said.

That was her joke. I was her only niece and she loved to say I was her favorite.

Penny said, “Let me kiss my Mom’s cum off you, Katy.”

She hugged me and kissed me. Penny kissed me so hard that I ended up on my back with her on top of me. I thought I was all fucked out but after kissing for a while with her rubbing her pussy against mine, when Penny asked, “Can we sixty-nine?” I agreed and Penny arranged herself on top of me. I loved licking her little kid pussy and she sure did a great job on mine. We came almost at the same time.

Penny lay next to me after and we saw that everyone else had been watching us. We all lay on Mom’s bed together after we’d taken turns refreshing ourselves in the bathroom.

Aunt Sue said, “Katy, Billie and I have already explained all this to Sammie and Penny. Carol, do you want to tell your daughter?”

“No.” Mom said, “I’d enjoy hearing you and the girls tell her.”

“Well, Katy, tomorrow if you’d think you’d like to we’re all…” started Aunt Sue.

Penny interrupted her mother mid-sentence. “We’re all going to this woman’s house and get naked and have sex. Like all girls and women and…”

Now Sammie interrupted her little sister, “We’re going to have a very nice little sex party. It’s all people you know and like. I know it’s a lot to take in, Katy. Do you think you’d enjoy it? It will be kind of like what we just did but even better, I think. Do you think you’d like to join us all?”

Sammie was right. It was a lot to take in. I’d read stories like that in Juicy Secrets. I’d thought about it. Mary had talked about it. Now it was really going to happen. I felt happy and scared. I looked at Mom.

Mom smiled at me. It was her “I love you no matter what” smile. Even with her super short hair and the weight she’d lost I still thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth.

Mom said to me, “There’s no wrong answer, Angel. You have time to think about it. Ask any of us anything you want about it. If you want to or not we all still love you.”

Sammie gave me a hug and said, “That’s right. Just like your mom said. We all love you no matter what you decide.”

Aunt Billie said, “It will be very relaxed, Katy. No pressure to do anything. You can watch. Or leave to another room. You can do as little or as much as you want.”

“Well, I can hardly wait.” Penny said. “It’s gonna be so great! All those naked women and girls, I’m horny again already.”

Penny sat back with her legs spread wide and began to masturbate.

Sammie said, “Let me help you, Sis.”

Then Sammie put her face to her little sister’s pussy and helped her to another come. As I watched I knew I wanted to see more of that with more people. But I was still a little nervous about it too.

Later we ordered Chinese food from the Tran’s restaurant. Mrs Tran delivered it. She was talking to the grownups about tomorrow as they got the food sorted out.

I asked her, “Are you and Mary and Lucy going to be at that party?”

“Oh, yes, Katy. We are all very excited about it. We hope you’ll be there too,” Mrs Tran said.

Later, after dinner, I asked more questions. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to be there. I knew I had to do it. I would regret it if I didn’t. In my heart I knew I wanted to do it, even if I was still nervous about it.

That night Aunt Billie slept on the couch. Aunt Sue slept with my Mom. Up in my room Sammie slept in my bed. Penny slept in my sleeping bag with me. We talked for a little while about nothing really and fell asleep.

I woke up with a wonderful tingle in my pussy. I had no idea how long I’d been asleep. My bedroom was dark except for the nightlight on the stairs. It took me a moment to understand what was happening. Then I knew. Penny had her hand down the front of my pajama bottoms and was lightly rubbing my slit.

Penny giggled and whispered, “Feel good?”

“Yeah.” I whispered back as Penny rubbed my now slick slit. “It feels real good.” Penny touched my clit and I couldn’t hold back.

“Oh, yeah! Do that!” I gasped out louder than I wanted. I heard Sammie move in my bed.

“What are you guys doing?” Her voice was sleepy and annoyed. She groaned and said, “It’s the middle of the night. What’s going on?”

Penny’s answer to her big sister was, “I woke up horny, Sammie. So I started rubbing Katy’s pussy.” Which she hadn’t stopped doing.

Sammie said, “Mom said we should take it easy. Want me to wake her up and get you in trouble? Or will you go to sleep? Besides, if you were horny you should be rubbing your own pussy, not waking up Katy and me.”

Penny sounded a little scared for real when she answered, “Don’t get me in trouble. I’m sorry. Honest.”

“Um, Sammie.” I said. “Now that’s she started I don’t think I can get back to sleep till she’s done with me.”

Sammie sighed. She got out of bed and knelt on the floor by us. Sammie was nude. “Let me see what you two are up to in there.” Sammie said. She could tell I’m sure that we had both had our eyes glued to her hot body.

Sammie unzipped the sleeping bag and pulled the top part back. She could see Penny’s hand moving under my pajama bottoms.

“So what’s going on here?” Sammie asked pretending to act like a grown up. Or maybe at sixteen she thought she was.

Penny stopped moving her hand and said, “Nothing. Honest.”

“Then why is your hand under Katy’s pajamas?”

“Um, my hand was cold.”

“Really? Well I’ll see about that.” Before Sammie had finished the sentence she undid the two snaps on my pajama bottoms and pulled them down to my knees. She touched Penny’s hand and said, “Feels warm to me. Why is your finger half in Katy’s pussy?”

Penny giggled again and said, “Because I want to make her come. And maybe you can help me come. Please, sis.”

“All right.” Sammie said, “But let’s make this fast. I have to get some sleep.” Sammie stood up and began to rub her pussy a little. “Now you two get naked.”

As Penny and me pulled our pajamas off, Sammie said, “Penny, while you rub Katy, I’ll lick your pussy. Okay, guys?”

All three of us were naked now and Penny and I agreed with Sammie’s plan. Penny stretched out on her back with her legs spread. Sammie lay on her tummy. I was loving a great view of Sammie licking her little sister. Plus I got to see Sammie’s bare ass wiggling around while she did that. Penny was feeling my pussy some but not giving it the attention I really needed.

So, after a little bit, I arranged myself over Penny’s face. When Penny saw what I was doing it made her giggle. Penny’s giggling stopped as my pussy reached her mouth. I was riding Penny’s mouth and tongue as I looked down and watched Sammie looking at me sitting on her sister’s face.

Me and Penny came pretty fast and Penny said, “Thanks, guys. I can sleep now.” Then she put her pajamas back on and got in the sleeping bag.

“Not so fast.” said Sammie. “I need a come. Now!” Sammie lay back and pulled her knees to her shoulders and said, “Get busy you two.”

Penny and me took turns licking Sammie’s wet pussy. While I licked Sammie, Penny watched me. Then Penny licked her sister and I loved watching that. Then I licked Sammie’s butt hole while Penny kept licking Sammie’s pussy. That seemed to do the trick and Sammie had a nice come.

Then I put on my pajamas too. Sammie got back in bed. I cuddled up to Penny and we all fell fast asleep.

I didn’t wake up again till I heard the grownups downstairs. Sammie woke up too. “It’s almost nine.” Sammie grumbled. I stretched and yawned and then kissed Penny on the side of her face to wake her up. We went downstairs one by one, me then Sammie. Penny didn’t come down till Aunt Sue yelled up the stairs for her to get up.

It felt sort of like a holiday even though it wasn’t. After we’d had breakfast and taken showers and everything we were in Aunt Sue’s SUV headed for Professor Jean Edgeington’s house. Aunt Sue drove with Aunt Billie in front giving directions. Mom and Sammie were chatting. I looked out the window just listening to everyone and Penny slept.

We were all kind of excited as Aunt Sue pulled in to Jean’s driveway. I saw Mrs Tran’s car. I saw Sandie Sanchez’s little pickup truck also. There was also Mrs Collins car in the driveway. We piled out of the SUV and everyone was in the backyard.

Those that hadn’t met before were introduced to each other. It was a nice party. Everyone seemed to be happy and in a good mood. It had been nice and warm in the car coming here. Now outside, the clouds started to cover the sun and the breeze was a little too cool.

Jean said, “Let’s all move indoors now.”

Slowly the backyard was abandoned and we all crowded into the big living room and dining room. There were all kinds of snacks and treats and beverages on the table. Nobody seemed to want to eat or drink much though. We were all glad to be inside now as raindrops pounded the windows.

Mrs Collins announced that her daughter Amy would be delaying college to be in a touring company for Hair. Then after a little encouragement from her Mom, Amy sang a song for us.

Amy said, “This is from Hair and I think it kind of fits for this occasion. Hope you like it.”

We all got quiet and at first Amy just hummed the melody, it sounded like a spiritual song, and then she began to sing in her strong pretty voice, and she sang the little song I had heard on the Hair album, all about the various sex things people can do together and it ends with an invitation to join in an orgy

Then she gave a fast bow and we all clapped. Amy really sang well. Me and some of us other kids didn’t understand all the words. The grownups explained it all to us. Mrs Collins gave Amy a big hug and seemed very proud of her daughter.

Jean said, “Okay, girls. I’d like you all to continue to get to know each other while we adults get things ready downstairs for our,” Jean hesitated a moment and then said, “orgie de sexe de groupe l’inceste”.

I looked at Mary who had a big smile on her face. She put her mouth near my ear and said in a voice soft as a rabbit’s fur, “It means we’re all going to have sex.”

The grownups all went to the basement. I’d seen it when I’d slept over with Siobhan. It was nothing like our basement at home. Jean’s basement had a home theatre, a bar and like another whole living room. There was a bathroom down stairs also.

Us girls just talked and got to know each other a little better.

Lucy kept staring at Amy Collins till Mary said to her little sister, “It’s rude to stare, Lucy.”

Lucy whispered something into Mary’s ear and Mary smiled.

Mary said, “Well ask her, Lucy. Don’t be shy.”

Lucy giggled and said, “Amy, do you have any underwear on?”

Amy had on a tight green skirt. I couldn’t see any pantie line. For a top Amy had on a green cardigan sweater. Her boobies did seem to bounce around under it a lot.

Amy smiled and said, “No. This is all I have on.”

That information made Lucy and Penny giggle. I felt a sudden tingle in my pussy. I saw Mary and Siobhan looking Amy up and down now.

My cousin Sammie seemed like she had a crush on Amy even though they had just met today.

All of us were either bare foot or in our stocking feet.

Mary had on a black dress with spaghetti straps. The dress came to the middle of her thighs. Mary lifted the hem of her dress up past her tummy and said, “Well I have panties on.”

We all stared at her. I liked seeing her belly button. Mary’s panties were small black and tight with sparkles on them. They had a little bow on each side of them.

“That’s the only underwear I have on. I want to be like Amy now.”

Mary looked at me and said, “Katy, undo the bow on one side of my panties.”

I pulled the tiny black ribbon and half of her panties came loose showing her bare hip.

“Now pull the other one.”

I slowly pulled it undone and the front of her panties dropped away and we were suddenly looking at Mary’s puffy little bare pussy.

The back of her panties were wedged in her butt crack and I pulled it out. The panties fell to the floor and I stared at her hot bare ass.

Mary leaned over a chair and said, “Kiss my ass, Katy.”

The room was silent and I bent over and kissed Mary’s taut but soft butt cheeks back and forth.

Mary reached back and spread her cheeks and said, “Rim me.”

I stuck out my tongue and ran it around her tight little butt hole.

After a minute Mary stood up. She hugged me and put her mouth to my ear and whispered to me, “Katy, you’re like a super perv today.”

Then Mary pulled her dress back down.

Lucy pulled her arm out of her left sleeve and was going to take her top off.

Amy said, “What are you doing, Lucy?”

“I want to be naked.” was her reply.

“We’d all like that, but our Mom’s have other plans so don’t undress yet.” Amy said. Since she was eighteen we listened to her. Then she said, “Samantha, why don’t you go downstairs and see if they’re ready for us yet.”

My cousin Sammie hated to be called Samantha, but she seemed to love being called that by Amy.

“Okay, Amy,” was all Sammie said and she went downstairs.

“While we wait,” said Amy, “Let’s have a little fun. Lucy, you kiss, Penny. Katy, you and Mary kiss. And Siobhan, you kiss me.”

We all paired off and began to kiss.

Me, Lucy, and Penny were all wearing play clothes. Siobhan had on a sundress. Sammie had worn a skirt and blouse.

Me and Mary broke our kiss to look at the other girls. Lucy and Penny were French kissing. They both had their hands down the back of each other’s pants. Amy and Siobhan were also French kissing. Siobhan was feeling up Amy’s boobies and Amy had her hands under Siobhan’s dress.

Sammie came back up from the basement. We all turned and looked at her. She looked wide eyed at all of us. Sammie’s face was flushed and I saw that her blouse was buttoned up all wrong. I could see her bra was gone now too.

Sammie grinned and said, “They’re ready for us to come downstairs now.”

We went down the basement steps. Me and Mary were behind everyone else. Suddenly the girls in front of us stopped and me and Mary ducked our heads a little to see what the holdup was.

The other girls had stopped in mid step because of the sight before them. All the grownups were bare ass naked. Slowly we all moved down and took a good look at them. Lucy started to pull her shirt off.

Her mother, Grace Tran, laughed and pulled Lucy’s shirt back on saying, “Not just yet, honey. Aunt Jean has a game for us all to play first.”

“That’s right,” said Jean. “Let’s all move over to the home theater side of the basement and I’ll explain.”

We followed the grown ups across the basement watching their bare butts as we went. All the furniture had been covered in sheets or towels. We sat down in the comfy home theater seats. There was a big TV screen on the wall. Jean stood in front of it on a small stage or platform. It wasn’t real big.

“Is everyone comfortable?” Jean asked.

We all kind of said, “Yeah.”

“Well,” Jean continued, “We sort of agreed that it might be fun for all of us to watch us mothers undress our daughters. Like we told Penny and Lucy earlier, they could pick a guest mom just for this part of our party. Sandie will be Penny’s guest mom and Billie will be Lucy’s guest mom. That way we have a woman for each girl.” Jean gave a big smile as did all the moms. Real or pretend mom for a day.

“So what we are going to do is this. Each mother will undress her daughter for the rest of us. We decided to go by age. The age of the mothers I mean. I seem to be the oldest so I’ll start.

“Siobhan, would you come up here with me, please?”

I’d been half listening. I’d been busy staring at Jean’s boobies and hard nipples. Her bare pussy was glistening in the light that shone on the tiny stage. The rest of the room was kind of dim. Siobhan stepped up next to her mom.

Jean gave her eight-year-old daughter a kiss on the mouth and said, “Okay?”

Siobhan looked at us all and said, “Yes, Mother. I’m ready to be nude also.”

There were two straps on the top of Siobhan’s sundress. They were both tied in a bow on each shoulder. Standing behind her daughter Jean pulled them both at the same time and the dress dropped around Siobhan’s ankles. Jean knelt down in front of Siobhan and pulled her striped blue and white panties down. Jean gave Siobhan’s pussy a fast kiss and stood back up.

They stood together for a minute just letting us look at them naked together. Jean said, “I believe that you are next, Kay.”

Jean sat down with us. Siobhan sat on her mom’s lap. Jean’s hand was gently playing with Siobhan’s bare little vulva.

Mrs Collins came up to the platform with her daughter Amy. Mrs Collins unbuttoned Amy’s dark green sweater and took it off her. Amy pulled and rubbed her tits as her mom undid the button on Amy’s dark green skirt. Kay pulled the zipper down and gave a small push and the skirt fell to the floor. Amy stepped out of it and kicked it out of the way along with Siobhan’s sundress and panties.

Mother and daughter faced each other and kissed. I looked over at Jean and Siobhan. Jean was masturbating Siobhan now and Siobhan was enjoying it while watching a teacher from school and her eighteen-year-old daughter making out.

Amy and Kay broke their kiss and Amy said, “Sue, I guess you and Sammie are next.” As they got off the little stage, Amy kissed my cousin Sammie and said, “I’m looking forward to this.”

Kay and Amy sat together and began to masturbate each other while on the stage Aunt Sue said, “Well, we moms already had a sneak peak with my daughter, Sammie, I hope you girls like what you see.”

Mary, Lucy, Amy, and Siobhan had never seen Sammie naked before. They were all staring at Aunt Sue’s little boobies and big hard nipples. Lucy said, “She’s got a dinky.”

“No,” Grace Tran said to her youngest daughter, “That’s her clit.” Lucy was wide eyed.

A moment later and Aunt Sue threw her daughter’s blouse and skirt aside and mother and sixteen-year-old daughter stood naked kissing each other.

Aunt Sue looked at me and said, “Carol, you and Katy are next.”

Mom looked at me and said, “Okay, Angel?”

I’d liked watching so far. I felt scared but I figured it was only fair for me to do what they were all doing.

I looked at my Mom and then I stood up and said, “Okay, Mom. Undress me.”

I giggled ’cause it all seemed so unreal. I gave myself a quick pinch. It was all real for sure. We walked up to the little stage. I had on my denim bib overalls and a t-shirt and panties. I wore them cause Mom thought I looked cute in them.

Mom unbuttoned everything and then I was just in my shirt and panties. Mom took off my shirt. Then she bent over and pushed my panties down. She picked my clothes up and threw them aside. Mom looked at me and said, “Please, suck my nipples.”

I turned around to do that. I took her big hard nipple in my mouth. I heard someone say “Oh yeah, love that ass!”

Mom reached down and squeezed my butt cheeks and said, “I love it too. Grace. I think you and Mary are next.”

Me and Mom sat down. Now I was sorry it was over. I liked what we’d just done. Having my Mom get me naked in front of all these wonderful women and girls.

On the stage Mary stood on her tiptoes and kissed her mom. As she kissed her mom her hands played with her mom’s tits. Grace Tran looked beautiful and so natural with no clothes on. I loved her small nicely shaped breasts and the dark triangle of hair over her pussy. They stopped kissing. Grace had Mary turn her back to us. Grace pulled down the zipper on the back of Mary’s dress. We could now see Mary’s lovely bare back. Grace had Mary face us now. Grace pushed the dress off Mary’s shoulders and it fell to the floor.

Grace laughed when she said, “Hey! You had panties on when we got here. Where did they go?”

Mary stood there as naked as her mom and said, “Oh, they came off upstairs.”

Grace Tran now held her ten-year-old daughter Mary close to her as they kissed again. Mary’s hand went to her mother’s pussy and began to play with it as Grace let out a soft moan.

We were all spellbound watching mother and daughter.

I looked over and saw Kay and Amy Collins masturbating each other, me and Mom were playing with each other now too.

Suddenly Lucy ran up to the stage pulling my Aunt Billie behind her.

Lucy said, “Okay. Enough with you two, it’s my turn to get naked already.”

As she said this Lucy had pulled off her shirt and pants. Mary and Grace slowly left the stage and Aunt Billie and Grace kissed for a moment as Grace led her ten-year-old daughter Mary to the seats.

Aunt Billie’s pussy was bare like always.

Lucy said, “Pull my panties off.” After Aunt Billie had done that we all looked at the now nude six year old.

Lucy spread her small labia open as wide as she could and announced “This is my poochie. You can all kiss it too.”

That got some laughs and some “Don’t worry I will” from the rest of us.

Last but not least Sandie Sanchez and my cousin Penny came up on stage. They were such a beautiful contrast I thought.

Sandie with her nicely muscled but soft body. Her little patch of pubes over her pussy and her black hair and dark brown eyes. Her full red lips. No one seemed to care about the big diagonal scar down her back. It hardly mattered because her ass is so nice.

We’d all been checking out Sandie but now our attention shifted to my seven-year-old cousin Penny. Sandie knelt in front of Penny. They were facing each other and we were watching them in profile.

Penny said to Sandie, “I think you’re beautiful.” I saw Sandie’s eye get kind of moist. Penny bent over just a little to kiss the kneeling grownup. Penny had her long blonde hair in a ponytail. Her skin was almost pale compared to Sandie’s. They reminded me of a ‘ying/yang’ symbol.

Penny gave a big smile and said, “Now strip me bare naked.” Penny knelt down. Sandie pulled off Penny’s shirt like she was opening a delicate gift. Her two small pink hard nipples were visible now.

Most of the girls and women hadn’t ever seen Penny naked. I looked around. Amy and Kay were masturbating each other still. Siobhan looked like she may come soon. Jean was still masturbating her daughter while now also rubbing her self off.

Me and Mom were both playing with ourselves. Mary and Lucy were staring wide eyed at the action on the stage while their mother Grace played with their little girl pussies. Amy was half watching the stage and half watching the rest of the room. Amy was looking the most at my cousin Sammie who was diddling her mom’s big clit while she played with her own pussy.

I looked back as Penny stood back up and Sandie slowly pulled the little girl’s jeans down. Sandie helped Penny step out of them. Sandie turned Penny around and ever so slowly pulled the back down till Penny’s cute little ass came into full view. Next she faced Penny toward us and pulled down the front of the panties slowly revealing my cousin’s tiny bare slit.

Sandie kissed my cousin Penny’s puffy little pussy. Penny petted the top of Sandie’s head and Sandie looked Penny’s perfect little body up and down.

Jean came up on the stage with them and said, “Let me just remind everyone. No means no. We’re here to have fun, we are all free to do as little or as much as we would like with whoever we’d like. Other than that feel free do to each other as you please.

“As your hostess I want to thank you all for coming,” This was interrupted by my Aunt Billie with, “I didn’t come yet.”

There was a laugh and then Jean continued, “Make yourselves at home. Snacks and drinks are upstairs. Now let’s all go over to the other side of the basement and have some fun.”

Continue on to Chapter 32!

 

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By: Girl Lover

On Monday, Akiko walked along the sidewalk on her way to school, nervously looking at the school building and some of the kids clustered outside in small groups. She didn’t know what to expect or where to go. She didn’t know where Courtney was or if Courtney still liked her. That wonderful day, Saturday, seemed like a lifetime ago and sometimes people change their minds.

“Akiko!” The sound startled her as she turned to see Courtney running over. Coming up to her, Courtney smiled, “Hey, I was hoping to see you before class started. What do you do before school?”

“Go to the library.”

“Do ya wanna do something more interesting?”

“What?”

“Let’s go to the equipment room. There’s no one there.”

“Why?” Akiko wondered, then saw Courtney smiling at her, licking her lips. Akiko’s eyes widened in shock, whispering, “We can’t do that!”

“Why not?! I’ve done it before.”

Akiko’s mouth dropped. “Well…we can’t. It…it…it’s wrong. That’s special and needs to be done in a special place.”

Courtney looked confused, “You mean like the bathroom?”

“NO!!!” Akiko exclaimed in disbelief.

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s go to the library.”

“For what?!” Courtney protested.

“There’s a lot of great books….”

“I don’t like reading.”

“Well, maybe you haven’t found the right book. Let’s go see.” Akiko walked toward the building with Courtney following beside her reluctantly. As they walked inside, Akiko nervously looked at the other kids, memories of last week still fresh in her mind.

Seeing her apprehension, Courtney boldly took Akiko’s hand, leading her through the hall towards the library, glaring at anyone who paid any mind to them. Once inside the library, Akiko happily pulled Courtney along, suggesting several books, but Courtney declined them all.

“Aren’t there any pornos we can watch?” Courtney asked.

“Pornos?”

“Sex videos.”

Akiko grimaced, “Of course not! That’s disgusting!” Picking a book off the shelf, “Ooh, Great Mysteries of the Past. We can read this.”

Courtney scowled at the book, sighing in disappointment, “I really need a cigarette.”

“Hey, you promised!”

Courtney huffed, “I don’t have any. Threw em away.”

Akiko led Courtney to a table and sat down. Opening the book, she started reading it aloud, explaining the pictures to Courtney. Courtney didn’t care for the book, but rather enjoyed watching Akiko, particularly how the top of her butt crack was peeking out of her jeans. Slyly reaching over, she deftly stuck her finger down into it. Akiko jerked up, “Hey!” Glaring at Courtney, she whispered harshly, “That’s my butt!”

Courtney smiled fondly at her, “I know.”

“Well, don’t stick your finger in it!”

“Why not?”

Akiko looked at her, stupefied, “Because it’s my butt! And we’re in the library!”

Courtney sighed blissfully as Akiko continued reading. Such boldness in this cute little girl turned her on to no end. A minute later, Akiko felt something and looked underneath the table. Seeing Courtney’s hand sliding between her legs, she lightly swatted it and frowned at Courtney, whispering, “Stop it.” She continued reading.

“Such is love,” Courtney sighed softly to herself. Eventually, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. They left the library after a brief kiss behind the bookshelves, each heading to their own locker.

Walking up to her locker, she saw Caroline was there, putting up her backpack, “Is it true?” Caroline asked, “About you and Courtney?” Akiko felt her face getting hot as she opened her locker. “Well?” Nervously biting her lip, Akiko nodded. “How can you like someone like that?” Caroline asked.

“She’s nice to me,” she stowed her backpack inside her locker.

“But you know what everyone says about her.”

Akiko closed the locker door, “I know what everyone says. I also know what they say about me. When everyone else made fun of me, she made me feel special…and loved.”

They walked down the hall to their classroom; Akiko hugging her books shyly against her chest. Caroline asked quietly, “Are ya’ll like…going together?”

“Going where?” Akiko asked.

“You know…like girlfriends?” Akiko didn’t respond, just looked down at the floor. “It’s okay if ya’ll are. She isn’t mean to you, is she?” Akiko shook her head. “Well, she better not be or I’ll tell my brother. He’s in the army,” she added proudly. Akiko looked up at her, smiling slightly.

During their lunch break, as they carried their lunches to a table, Caroline asked, “So how in the world did you meet her?!”

“She wrote me love notes and put them in my locker.”

“She wrote love notes?!”

“They were very sweet. On Saturday, we went to the museum at UT and then we…uh…” Akiko paused.

“What?”

“Umm…nothing,” Akiko mumbled, blushing.

Seeing Akiko’s embarrassment, Caroline asked, “What happened? Did she hurt you?”

“No, she–” Akiko paused, unable to finish.

Caroline stared at her, adding to Akiko’s discomfort, “Y’all…did something.” Seeing Akiko blush and fidget, Caroline ventured a guess, “Did y’all…kiss each other?” Seeing Akiko’s guilty reaction, Caroline gasped, “You did! OhmyGod! I can’t believe you kissed her! I–” Seeing the upset look on Akiko’s face, she said, “What’s the matter?”

“I…don’t want…”

“I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m not saying it’s wrong. It’s just so…weird.”

“I know.” Akiko took a bite of her food, then agreed, “It does seem kind of weird.” She decided to let Caroline think that was all they did for now. She found it hard to swallow when she recalled where Courtney had put her mouth besides on Akiko’s own mouth. And she especially didn’t tell Caroline that Courtney’s mom was okay with what they did together. Akiko definitely thought that was weird.

“So, are you going to see her again?”

“I think so. I mean, if she wants to.”

*****

At the end of the day, as they closed their lockers, Caroline saw Akiko staring down the hall. Following her gaze, Caroline saw the menacing teenager leaning against the wall near the door, watching them. Looking back at Akiko, she asked, “Are you going to go with her?”

Akiko nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, bye.”

Akiko waved goodbye as she walked over to Courtney. Walking across the lawn towards the parking lot, Courtney asked, “Can you come home with me?”

“Let me text my mom,” Akiko answered as she pulled out her phone.

“What are you going to tell her?”

“That I’ll be studying in the library.”

A short drive later, they were inside Courtney’s apartment. “I brought my Switch so we can play some games,” Akiko said as she slid off her backpack and opened it.

“Your what?”

“This,” she pulled out a Nintendo Switch.

“What is that?”

Akiko set it on the table and turned it on, “This is Just Dance 2017. I’ll show you what to do.” Taking the controllers in her hands as a pop song filled the air, Akiko began moving in synch with the character on the screen. As the little girl swayed her arms above her head, Courtney froze in mesmerization, her eyes widening in desire. Shaking her hips side to side, Akiko turned back to look at Courtney, asking hopefully, “Wanna play?”

Licking her lips, Courtney breathed out, “Oh yea.”

Walking over, she picked up Akiko who squealed gleefully, “Hey, what’re you doing?!”

Touching their foreheads together, Courtney whispered, “I want to play.” She pressed her lips against Akiko’s, kissing her passionately, then pulled back, out of breath. “God, I want to fuck you so bad.” Carrying Akiko to the couch, she laid her down and pulled off her own shirt. Seeing Akiko’s face light up at the sight of her naked breasts, she leaned close, coaxing her, “Go on. Touch them.” Akiko reached out, grasping her breasts. Licking her lips, Courtney asked, “How do you say boobs in Japanese?”

Her eyes fixated on Courtney’s breasts, Akiko answered, “おっぱい”

“Say ‘I love playing with your boobs’ in Japanese.”

Akiko looked up at her, “You want me to say that?!”

“With all my heart,” Courtney told her in all sincerity.

Her face turning red, Akiko mumbled, “綿ひわあなとのおっぱいであそんでだいすき”

Courtney closed her eyes as she felt her pussy stir at the sound of Akiko’s sexy words. She started to unbutton Akiko’s jeans, but Akiko stopped her, “What if your mom comes home?”

“She’s working late today,” Courtney pulled down the zipper of Akiko’s jeans.

“You sure?”

Courtney slid the little girl’s jeans down her legs, “Yea.” Smiling again at the little girl’s panties. This time, they were decorated with cartoon puppies. Quickly sliding her panties off, Courtney’s eyes widened at the sight of Akiko’s beautiful pussy. Taking a breath, she reached out, gently pressing the lips with her finger, feeling the softness of the child’s bald pussy.

Akiko sighed, “That feels nice.”

Courtney’s finger pushed inside, against her clit. Akiko quietly gasped, “Ooh yea. Do that again.” Courtney complied, drawing out another quiet gasp.

“Courtney?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you do that other thing?”

“This?” Courtney pressed her clit again.

“No. The other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“Where you–” Akiko’s voice dropped to a whisper from embarrassment, “kiss my pee-pee.”

“Oh,” Courtney smiled, “Like this?” She raised Akiko’s hips up slightly, lowering her mouth to place a brief kiss on her tiny sex.

“Yea, like that.”

“Do you want me to kiss it again?” Courtney pressed her clit again, causing Akiko to clench her butt cheeks as little pangs of pleasure washed over her.

“Yea…,” Akiko breathed out breathlessly.

“Tell me what to do,” Courtney teased her, still rubbing her clit.

“Kiss it,” Akiko begged, her hips twinging.

“Kiss what?” Courtney asked coyly.

“You know….”

”You need to say it,” Courtney smiled at her.

Her voice quivering because of Courtney’s teasing finger, Akiko whispered, “P-please kiss…my pee-pee.”

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear it,” Courtney teased her again.

Red-faced and biting her lip in frustration, Akiko exclaimed louder than she meant to, “KISS MY PEE-PEE!” then quickly covered her mouth in shame as Courtney burst out laughing. “It’s not funny!” Akiko scolded her.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Courtney tried to contain her laughter, but the stern look on Akiko’s face kept causing her to giggle. Finally, Courtney pressed her mouth against Akiko’s sex, opening it with her tongue. She worked her tongue back and forth, bringing out more sighs and gasps from Akiko. She felt Akiko grab her hair in an unconscious reflex.

Feeling Akiko’s little pussy beginning to quiver, Courtney pushed the tip of her tongue against the tiny clit. The flavor of the girl’s pussy washed over her tongue and she thought how the taste was the best thing ever. She’d tasted older girls’ pussies, even at least one older woman’s, but the sheer freshness of Akiko’s was unbelievable.

As Akiko’s legs began to shake, Courtney knew Akiko was close and pulled away so she could watch the little girl’s face. Her thumb continued rubbing against Akiko’s clit. She could feel the tender flesh beneath her thumb begin to tremble. Courtney knew Akiko was about to go over the edge.

Feeling herself losing control, Akiko sucked in her breath, “C-Courtney…s-s-stop…you’re gonna…m-make me pee again”

“Just go ahead and do it.”

She watched as Akiko’s breathing became heavier, her eyes staring at nothing, begging, “Don’t…I-I-I’m gonna…UHHhhhnnnnnn…” Courtney felt a warm liquid squirting on her, looked down and saw that, sure enough, Akiko had peed on her. She looked back at the girl, who was gasping for breath, and leaned over and kissed her. Akiko, still breathing hard, opened her eyes, “I-I-I…”

“Shhh…,” Courtney stroked her face and whispered, “Don’t worry about it.” Courtney reached down to unbutton her own jeans, pulling them down. Pushing her pussy against Akiko’s, she began gently thrusting…

“COURTNEY, STOP THAT! What the hell are you doing?!”

Akiko squeaked as they both turned toward the sudden interruption. Mom, home from work, staring in shock at them. Akiko tried to hide, but there was nowhere to go.

“What does it look like I’m doing?!” Courtney yelled back.

“Dammit, Courtney!” Mom came towards them, “I do not want to see that after a long day at work. How can you be so–” She paused, staring at the puddle on the floor, “What’s that?”

“Nothing! It’s my fault,” Courtney told her. “I’ll clean it up”

With a look of growing revulsion, Mom stammered, “Is…is that pee?”

“I told you I’ll clean it up!” Courtney jumped up and quickly walked over to her, whispering so Akiko couldn’t hear, “I don’t want you embarrassing her!”

Mom looked at Akiko whose sorrowful expression looked as if she might cry, then at Courtney in amazement, saying quietly, “You really do like her, don’t you?”

Courtney nodded, “D’ya remember telling me about how your folks didn’t like Dad, but you knew ya’ll were right for each other? It’s the same with me and her.”

“You’re already on probation. Do you know what will happen if you’re caught? You’re gonna risk serious jail time because of some kid you met?!” Courtney nodded quietly. Mom took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay…okay, if she means that much to you, but it’s getting late and I don’t want her parents to be wondering where she is so you need to take her home.” She went to her room, closing the door behind her.

Courtney came back over to Akiko who was getting dressed, dropping on the couch, “Sorry about that.” She stroked her finger along Akiko’s arm, “Maybe we can continue this tomorrow at school. We can go to the…”

“No, not at school,” Akiko objected worriedly.

“Why not? Stephanie fucks Amanda at school all the time.”

“Who are they?”

“Just a very brief cameo. Will your parents let you spend the night here this weekend?”

Akiko thought for a second, “I think so.”

Mom came out of her room, dressed in a button-down shirt and jeans, “Courtney, will you please put some clothes on!” Rolling her eyes, Courtney grabbed her clothes and yanked them on. “And you need to clean up the floor,” Mom reminded her.

“I know!” Courtney yelled as she went to the kitchen for paper towels. As Mom started supper, Courtney wiped up the puddle.

“I’m really sorry.”

Courtney looked up at the sound of Akiko’s sad voice. “Don’t be,” she kissed the girl briefly, then stood up, “Ready?” Akiko grabbed her backpack and nodded. Courtney took her hand and walked out.

*****

Caroline walked along the sidewalk towards her house, still amazed at how Akiko actually liked girls in that way. It struck her funny because she thought she was the only one like that. It all began over the summer, when her family had gone to Barton Springs to swim. Walking across the grass with her 6 year-old sister, Dana, and parents, she quickly noticed, to her great surprise, that a few of the women sunbathing were not wearing a top. She stared at their bare breasts as her sister jumped into the water happily. The image of the women’s breasts stuck with her for the rest of the day.

Over the next several days, when she was shopping with her Dad or at the library, she found herself looking at women’s cleavages, trying to picture how big their breasts were. There was even a time when a woman at the grocery store leaned over and Caroline saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. So one night, after Dana had fallen asleep, she pulled out her phone, searching through pictures of women on the internet. Going through the pictures, she clicked on one showing a woman in a sexy nightgown. This brought up more pictures of women in nightgowns, and after viewing several of them, found a picture of a woman actually taking off her nightgown! This opened up a whole new world. A world of naked women. Exploring that world brought her into another world that she never could have imagined. Naked women and men doing things to each other. She spent most of the night, as well as many other nights, exploring this new world.

Over time, one woman in particular caught her eye, Kira Powers. There was something about her. How she looked, the way she moved, how she looked at you. Everything she did exuded sex. And she didn’t just have sex with men, but also with women. And outside in public! And while tied up! She was amazing!

Caroline also discovered something else; quite by accident. Laying on her front, absorbed in one of Kira Power’s videos, she felt a strange but pleasant feeling from her coochie. Her leg was hanging off the bed with her coochie pressed against the edge of the mattress. Curious, she pressed it harder against the mattress edge. Again, the strange feeling flickered then faded. She pressed again, moving her hips side-to-side, the feeling growing stronger. Her coochie began to throb slightly until an excited gasp escaped her, waking her younger sister.

“What’re you doing?” Dana whispered.

“N-nothing,” she breathed, “Go back to sleep.” At a loss as to what happened and suddenly feeling tired, she turned off her phone and went to sleep.

*****

The summer passed and school began. Caroline’s world changed even more. While browsing various images in Google, she stumbled upon something called Craigslist. After her initial shock and wonder, she plunged in, delving deeply into a seemingly endless amount of women wanting to meet other women to have sex with here in Austin. Ignoring most of the ads, she concentrated on those from older women looking for a young woman. Sometimes, the ad would have a picture. She would often picture herself with the older woman and tried to imagine what would happen. The more ads she read, the stronger her desire became. She knew that nothing would ever become of this, but the fantasy remained. She also continued to explore the newfound sensations from rubbing her coochie against the edge of her mattress; always careful to do it quietly so as not to wake up Dana.

One night, she was browsing the new ads when one caught her eye: MWF wanting young woman for sex – w4w (Austin)

Caroline’s eyes widened as she continued reading,

“I’m a 37 year old white female with a very high sex drive. My husband has lost interest in sex and so I’m looking for a young girl. Cannot host and must be discreet. Must be drama and disease free. Please email back with subject line as favorite color.”

Caroline read the ad again, concentrating on the part about “a young girl.” She knew it didn’t mean a kid like her, probably a girl in college. Still, it got Caroline’s heart racing. She began imagining what it would be like being with a woman… touching her…watching her take off her clothes.

The desire overcame her and on a whim, she clicked the reply button. Staring at the blank space, she paused, not knowing what to say after typing ” blue” in the subject field.

“Hi,” she typed, hesitating again then continuing, “My name is Caroline. I go to McCallum” She stopped, frowning at the words. Remembering how her parents taught her to never type her name or school on a website, she backspaced, erasing everything except for “Hi”.

Thinking about what to write, she typed, “I am a young girl and would like to meet you.” She looked at it, not knowing what else to say and so clicked the send button. She didn’t expect the woman to write back. She only did it for the exhilaration of actually talking to one of these women. After looking at a few more ads, she began to grow sleepy and drifted off to sleep.

*****

The next day at school, as she and Akiko were finishing lunch, Caroline checked her phone and saw she had an email. Excited, she quickly told Akiko, “Hey, I need to go do something. I’ll see you later.” Getting up, she put her tray away and left, going outside to a bench. After looking around to see that nobody was watching, she opened it.

“Hi. How old are you and what do you look like? What are you into sexually?”

Caroline was overjoyed. The woman actually wrote back to her! She typed, “I’m 18.” She knew this was a lie, but couldn’t say that she was just a kid. As to what she looked like, she then looked down at what she was wearing, thinking, ‘I have long brown hair.’ She wrote that and paused, wondering what else to say, then added, “I like to wear sandals. And anything blue. Like I said, blue is my favorite color. I don’t know about sex. I like to look at naked women.” Again at a loss as to what else to say, she clicked the send button. She let out the breath she was holding. This experience was making her feel quite giddy.

A minute later, she was surprised by her phone beeping, telling her she had a new email. Quickly opening it, she read the brief note. “Really? You are apparently quite young. What kind of women do you like to look at?”

With her heart racing, she quickly typed, “Ones with big boobs.” She smiled to herself, thinking how crazy it was to say such a naughty thing to a stranger. “I really like boobs. I don’t know why. I just do. There’s this woman called Kira Powers. She’s beautiful and crazy. I watch her videos all the time.” She sent the message, and eagerly waited for the woman’s reply. She quickly checked the time to see how long till lunch was over. Twelve minutes. Not much time. As the minutes counted down, she prayed for the woman to send another message.

Her phone beeped again and she quickly read the reply. “I’m surprised you know of Kira Powers. I actually knew her but that was a long time ago.”

Caroline’s eyes widened as she quickly typed, “You knew her?! That is so cool! What’s she like?”

The woman replied, “This was way before your time. She’s a different person now. More mature and less crazy.”

Caroline heard the bell ring, signaling the end of lunch, and typed, “I have to go now. I would like to talk again later.” She put away her phone and ran inside. Later after school, as she was walking home, she opened her email and typed, “Are you there?” but didn’t receive an answer. She was disappointed and really wanted to talk some more before she got home. For the rest of the evening at home, she periodically checked her phone, but there wasn’t any reply.

*****

BEEP.

Caroline rolled over in bed, looking at her phone on the nightstand. She had only been in bed for a few minutes. Picking it up, she opened her email and read the woman’s reply, “Sorry about taking so long. Had to fix dinner and help my kid with homework. Is it too late to talk?”

Caroline smiled, typing, “It’s not too late. You have kids?”

“Yes. That’s not a problem is it?”

“No.”

“You said earlier you like to look at naked women. So, what would you like to do with a naked woman?”

Caroline’s eyes widened, a smile slowly breaking out on her face. She wasn’t sure what to say, but then thought of Kira Powers. “I’d like to play with her boobies and butt.”

“It sounds like we like the same things. How would you like to meet? Say at Highland Mall this Saturday?”

Caroline quietly gasped. Meeting?! She looked at her phone, not knowing what to do. Of course, she wanted to, but there was no way she could. What would the woman say when she found out that she was just a kid? She would probably laugh at her and tell her to go back home. What about her parents? Caroline bit her lip nervously, but with this sudden opportunity, she wanted to meet this woman more than ever. She typed, “I would love to,” then paused, thinking of what to say. “I want to meet, but I’m a little younger than I told you. I’m actually…” Caroline thought some more. She couldn’t say she was only eleven, but had to be somewhat honest with the woman. Picking a number halfway between eleven and eighteen, she chose, “…14. Please be ok with this. I really want to meet you.”

She waited nervously for the woman’s reply. After what seemed an eternity, her phone beeped again. With her heart pounding in her chest from anxiety, she read the reply, “I’m okay with this. More than okay actually. I’m glad you’re so young. I actually wanted a younger girl, but you know society. I’m open to a lot, actually. Can you come to the Food Court at Highland Mall at about noon?”

Caroline breathed a sigh of relief, whispering to herself, “OhmyGod! She really wants to meet me!” Quickly typing, “Yes, that’s fine,” she sent it and then realized she didn’t know what the woman looked like so she quickly typed, “How will we find each other?”

The woman’s reply came a minute later, “Let’s meet at the booth by Amy’s Ice Cream. I’ll be wearing a light blue dress.”

Caroline quickly thought about what to wear then typed, “I’ll be wearing blue jeans and a Hello Kitty shirt. It’s pink.”

“I just realized I don’t even know your name. Mine’s Trisha.”

Caroline looked at Trisha’s message. She didn’t want to give her real name so instead she wrote her middle name, “My name’s Ann.”

“Ok Ann, I’ll see you then. Can’t wait.”

“Me too. Bye.”

Caroline laid her phone back down on the nightstand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was actually going to meet a real, live woman and hopefully see her naked! Maybe she’ll be allowed to touch the woman ‘s boobs! Caroline again felt giddy, taking her several minutes to fall asleep as she did her best to ignore the throbbing of her coochie.

Continue on to Chapter 4!

By: Girl Lover

Additional material by: Cheryl Taggert

For the rest of the day, most of the gossip was about Samantha being beaten up. Finally the last bell rang. Akiko smiled as she saw Caroline waiting for her at her locker. Despite everyone else mocking her, Caroline remained by her side, comforting her. Akiko opened her locker to get her backpack. As she pulled it out, she noticed a small folded piece of paper lying on top of her books. Curious, she unfolded it.

“Not sure how to say this. I think you’re beautiful. Especially your eyes. Sorry about what happened to you. But I’m glad you like girls. Because I like you. Sorry I can’t tell you this in person, but I don’t know how you’ll take it, and you’ve seen how girls treat those who are different. Anyway, I’m rambling. Just know that another girl really likes you.” – C

Frowning in confusion, she looked up and down the hall, trying to see if anyone was watching her, but no one was. Akiko didn’t know what to make of it. A girl who thought she was beautiful?! It seemed like another cruel joke.

“You ready?” Caroline asked. She hadn’t seen Akiko reading the note.

“Did you see anyone by my locker earlier?”

“No, why?”

Akiko looked at the note sadly. It was so touching and sweet. But so was Samantha at first. “Nothing,” Akiko mumbled as she walked to the nearby trash can and tossed the note away.

As the two girls walked home, Akiko absentmindedly thought about every girl she knew whose name started with C: Cheryl, Chrissy, Carrie,…Caroline of course… There was no way of knowing. They all knew her and were nice, and any one of them could’ve put the note in her locker. She had wanted the note to be real, but after what happened with Samantha, there was no one she could trust…except Caroline that is. Caroline didn’t seem to be especially interested in her. Akiko didn’t know what to make of it. Caroline never asked her to explain what happened with Samantha, for which Akiko was glad. She just wanted to push it out of her mind.

*****

The next morning, Akiko stood outside the chain-link fence surrounding the football field, sadly watching the cheerleaders warming up on the field below. She had been so happy just a week ago when they accepted her. And now her dream was gone, shattered by the ugliness of those whom she had thought were so beautiful. She had decided last night that she couldn’t be a cheerleader anymore. She just couldn’t bring herself to be around such mean girls. She noticed that Samantha wasn’t there, probably at home or maybe even the hospital. She saw Caroline and wanted to wave, but didn’t want to bring attention to herself. She and Caroline had talked about her possibly quitting yesterday afternoon on their walk home, but Akiko hadn’t told her parents about it. She just couldn’t bring herself to tell them why.

She turned away, unable to watch anymore, and went inside the school. Being that there was still quite some time till the first bell, she decided to hang out in the library and read. There were only a few other students in the hall this early as she stepped up to her locker to put away her backpack.

Opening her locker, she stopped and stared. Another folded piece of paper rested delicately on top of her books as if carefully placed there. She quickly glanced around, but the hall was virtually empty. Taking it, she slowly opened it.

“Please don’t throw this away. I’m not one of those girls who hurt you. I know you don’t know who I am, but I’m someone who enjoys seeing you throughout the day. You don’t smile much but I hope to make you smile. Till I can touch your lips with mine.” – C

Akiko stared at the note, reading it a second time. She was beginning to believe that this was real. But as confusing as the note was, it gave Akiko hope. Hope that there really was someone who liked her and wanted to be her friend. More than that, this girl really liked her. It was such a wonderful feeling to have someone think she was beautiful.

She went to the library and found last year’s yearbook. After skimming through it for a minute, she had amassed quite a list besides the ones she thought of yesterday: Candice, Cindy, Corina, Colleen, Cheri, Christina, Cynthia, Camille, Catherine,…. She looked with disappointment at the yearbook. She wasn’t even halfway through it, and she had found more names than she expected. It would be impossible to figure out who her mystery girl was. Akiko hoped that whoever she was, she was nice.

Akiko stayed in the library till the first bell, then went to class. Sitting beside Caroline, she asked, “What did they say about me missing practice this morning?”

“Nothing. They said Samantha was going to be absent for a week.”

Looking around, Akiko noticed that the usual mocking was not there, as if everyone was ignoring her. She didn’t know what to make of it, but was nonetheless glad that no one was making fun of her anymore. After class, it continued in the halls. As if suddenly, all the mocking had seemingly disappeared. Though her life was not quite back to normal again, it had improved considerably.

*****

Early Wednesday morning, as Caroline and the other cheerleaders were practicing, Akiko eagerly opened her locker in the mostly empty hall, curious to see if there was another note. There was! She quickly opened it:

“You looked really cute yesterday. I couldn’t stop watching you. Please don’t think I’m a perv. I can’t help it. You always bring a smile to my face. Hope you have a good day.” – C

“Wooow,” Akiko whispered to herself. It was so hard to believe that someone actually felt this way about her. But who?! No one really even talked to her except…Caroline! Akiko’s eyes widened as a gasp escaped her. Caroline had been standing next to her locker Monday afternoon when she had found the first note! Caroline was always at school early for cheerleader practice! And her name started with C! For several moments, Akiko was sort of in a state of shock. Her best friend had a crush on her. She had never imagined that Caroline liked her, but when she thought about it, it seemed kind of obvious.

Throughout the day, Akiko discreetly watched Caroline. She had never really been attracted to her but now, knowing that Caroline liked her, Akiko began to notice how attractive she was. What would it be like to go on a date with her? Or kiss her?! She didn’t know if she could do that, but then remembered how Caroline comforted her behind the school building two days ago. Yes, I think I would like to kiss her, she decided.

After school as they walked home, Akiko yearned to tell Caroline that she knew, but couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. It would need to be Caroline’s decision of when and how to tell her.

*****

The next day, Akiko left early in a joyful mood. It had been three days since she had quit cheerleading, and she still hadn’t told her parents. The secret admirer notes had completely changed the way school was now compared to Monday. At first, her life seemed as if it was over, but now, it seemed that it was just starting. The notes gave her strength and hope, a reason, well, for everything. To come to school. To be happy. To be alive.

Standing before her locker, her hands slightly trembled as she opened her locker to see the folded piece of paper inside. As when Charlie first caught a glimpse of Willy Wonka’s golden ticket. She reached inside and opened the note:

“At night, I often think of you. What you like to do. Maybe we could get something to eat or see a movie. Never dated before so I don’t really know what to do. I think maybe get something to eat. Maybe pizza. Can’t go wrong with that. Anything you want.” – C

She read the note again, as she always did, then carefully folded it and placed it in the small pocket of her backpack with the others. Throughout the day, she wanted to tell Caroline so badly how sweet the notes were and how she would love to go on a date with her. But she forced herself not to say anything.

*****

Friday. Akiko opened her locker, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her face slowly fell. There was no note.

What happened?! Did Caroline not come to school?! Did she–not like her anymore? She pulled aside a few of her books to see if the note could’ve fallen behind them, then pulled out everything to stare brokenheartedly at her empty locker. With a heavy heart, Akiko put her stuff back inside, then walked out to the football field. There, she could see Caroline. Maybe she just didn’t have time to put today’s note in.

Akiko was more than disappointed. She had come to depend on these notes. They made her feel loved and desired. And now that they were gone, it was as if something wonderful had been taken from her. She thought about whether she should ask Caroline what happened, but decided not to. The rest of the day went normally, and Caroline didn’t seem any different. After the last bell rang, ending school for the weekend, they walked out into the hall. After getting their bags, Akiko stared at her expectantly, willing her to say something–anything about the notes. But all Caroline said was, “You coming?”

“No, I…I hafta go to the library to work on my project,” Akiko mumbled. In a moment of inspiration, she asked, “Hey, can you do something this weekend.”

“I can’t. We’re visiting my grandma in Killeen.”

Again, disappointment. “Ok. I guess I’ll see you later.”

Caroline walked away while Akiko headed for the library. She really did have some work to do, although she also wanted to be alone for awhile to think. In the mostly empty library, Akiko went to one of the cubicles in the back and sat in front of the computer there. On the computer, she began skimming through various articles, occasionally writing down notes.

After several minutes, her phone beeped. She pulled it out and saw that she had a new text message. Opening it, it said: ‘Want to get that pizza?’

Not recognizing the number, but remembering that Caroline’s last note mentioned getting a pizza, Akiko beamed happily as she quickly texted back, ‘I’d love to, Caroline! Where are you?’

‘Who’s Caroline?’

Akiko looked at the reply, dumbfounded, and then typed, ‘C’mon Caroline. Stop kidding around. Where are you?’

‘I’m not Caroline.’

Akiko scowled, sighing, “Caroliinnne…” Then texted: ‘I’m at the library. Come here.’

Akiko waited for Caroline’s reply, but there was none. Suddenly a shadow fell across the desk causing her to look up. Akiko paled in fright as her voice died. The fierce face. The ragged clothes. Looming over her was a menacing punk girl. In her terror, Akiko fell out of her chair, vainly scrambling away on her hands and knees.

“Hey! I’m not going to hurt you!”

In her blind terror, Akiko couldn’t hear what was being said. A pair of black leather boots stepped in front of her as the stranger called her name. “Akiko! I’ve been writing you those notes.”

This stopped her mad dash. Trembling, she looked up at the older teen. Her short, dark-blue, pixyish hair. A black leather motorcycle jacket, dark torn pants and black boots.

“Not who you were expecting, huh?”

Akiko slowly shook her head. The punk girl sat down beside her, her voice discouraged, “I know how I look and what everyone says about me. That’s why I wrote those notes. So I could tell you how I felt without scaring you.” The punk teen sighed, “I’m Courtney, by the way.” Akiko stared timidly at her. “I guess this is kind of weird for you, especially after what happened in the bathroom.”

At mention of the word, bathroom, Akiko thought back and remembered the two punk girls who tried to attack her in the bathroom. No. One girl tried to, but the other girl told her to leave. The other girl who was beside her now.

“That was you. In the bathroom. With that other girl,” Akiko whispered.

Courtney nodded regretfully. “Sorry about that.”

“I thought you were going to hurt me.”

“Sorry. Those guys I hang with–it’s a long story.”

“You really wrote those notes?” Courtney nodded. “Did you really mean everything, how I’m beautiful and–?”

“Every word,” Courtney answered. “After what happened Monday and with my reputation, I didn’t think you would trust me, so I wrote how I felt.”

An awkward silence settled, then Akiko thought of something she needed to know, but was hesitant to ask. “Did you…did you…beat up Samantha?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Courtney nodded, “I lost my temper when I saw what she did. Everyone knows who I am, so when they saw what I did to her, they knew to leave you alone.” There was another awkward silence followed by Courtney asking, “I’d like to hang out and get to know you. Maybe get something to eat at the Mac Shack.”

Her head still a mix of emotions, Akiko looked into the eyes of this once-feared creature and saw her kind intentions. She nodded her head. Courtney smiled and raised up, extending her hand. Akiko took it.

Moments later, Akiko found herself being led down the hall in an eerily similar way to how Samantha led her down the hall. She stopped, her eyes darting nervously. Courtney spoke softly, “I know how this looks, but please trust me. I’m not like those other girls. I’m not going to hurt you. If you still don’t want to, I understand, but please give me a chance.”

After a moment, Akiko nodded and continued walking. They stepped outside and after crossing the street, went into the Mac Shack. Stepping up to the counter, Courtney asked Akiko, “What do you want?”

“Pizza with Canadian bacon.”

“Two of those,” Courtney told the man behind the counter, who handed them each a large slice on a paper plate. They sat in a nearby booth.

“Thank you,” Akiko told her politely.

“So uh, what are you?” Courtney asked. Akiko’s eyebrows raised questioningly. “I mean what kind of name is Akiko? Chinese? Korean?”

“Japanese. It means bright girl.”

Courtney’s face lit up, “Really? Can you speak it?”

“Mm-hm,” Akiko mumbled, her mouth full of pizza.

“Say something.”

Akiko looked at her with an embarrassed grin, then swallowed the pizza in her mouth, “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know–something.”

Not knowing what else to say, Akiko said quietly, “なにか(Something).”

Clearly impressed, Courtney breathed out, “Wooow. Can you say something else?”

“What?”

“Say, uh–I wanna go out with you tomorrow.”

“和知氏輪明日穴と戸一緒に外出したいです”

Courtney’s eyes rose impressively as she smiled. “Okay.”

Akiko frowned in confusion. “What?”

“Okay, I’ll go out with you tomorrow.”

“I didn’t mean–”

Courtney chuckled, “I know, but I would like to.” Akiko didn’t respond. “Do you want to?”

Akiko thought for a moment, then quietly said, “I don’t know.”

Sensing her apprehension, Courtney’s face fell, “Is it me?” Akiko hesitated, thinking it over, than slowly shook her head. “Then what is it?”

“I don’t want other people–” Her voice trailed off.

“We can go anywhere you want. I just want to spend some time with you. What do you like to do?”

Akiko thought for awhile. “I like going to museums.”

“What museum do you want to go to?”

“Is the Memorial Museum at UT okay?”

“Yeah. When do you want me to pick you up?”

With a slightly alarmed look, Akiko quickly told her, “Don’t! I-I’ll meet you here.”

“About ten?”

“Okay.”

Finishing her pizza, Akiko told her, “I better go or my mom will worry.” She got up, throwing her paper plate away. “Thank you for the pizza.”

“You want me to drive you home?”

Akiko shook her head, then began walking home. After half a block, she turned to see if Courtney was watching her. She was. She saw Courtney wave and waved back. On the way home, Akiko thought about everything that had happened and how it wasn’t Caroline, but someone she never expected.

*****

The next morning, Akiko ate her breakfast, quietly thinking. Of course, she didn’t tell her parents anything. All she said last night was to ask if it would be okay if she could hang out at Highland Mall with her friend Courtney from school. She didn’t tell them that Courtney was about seven years older, or what kind of girl Courtney was. And she certainly didn’t mention Courtney’s romantic intentions.

“Mom, I’m going to meet Courtney now.”

Mom looked up from the newspaper article she was reading, “Courtney?”

“Remember? From school?” Akiko reminded her, praying that her mom wouldn’t ask too many questions. Being that the mall was within walking distance and she had been there before, Akiko didn’t think she would.

“Oh okay, but I want you home by three and don’t talk to strangers…”

“Don’t talk to strangers,” Akiko repeated. “I won’t!” She quickly ran out the door before her mom could think of anything else.

It was chilly outside with the sky overcast. She should have brought a jacket, but didn’t think to and didn’t want to go back and risk having her mom think of something else for her to do. Walking down the street, Akiko questioned if she was doing the right thing. She was still wary after what Samantha did but also worried about the rumors she had heard about Courtney as well as the other punks. Everything from trying to set the school on fire to throwing a kid out of a window to killing a teacher. She still wasn’t sure if she was even attracted to Courtney. She wasn’t pretty like other girls.

She wants to be your friend when no one else did, her consciousness reminded her. Being pretty isn’t what’s important. A pained expression came across Akiko’s face. She remembered how beautiful she had thought Kerri and Samantha were. Coming up to the Mac Shack, which was closed for the weekend, she saw Courtney leaning against an old Mustang in the empty parking lot. She walked up timidly, but upon seeing Courtney smiling at her arrival, she felt more at ease.

Courtney came up to her, saying in a relieved voice, “I didn’t know if you would come. I thought you might not because of my reputation.” Getting inside the car and starting it up, Courtney said, “I’m glad you did. Did you want to get something to eat?”

Akiko shook her head, looking silently straight ahead, an uncertain look on her face. Courtney pulled out onto the road and headed downtown. “So uh, do you speak Japanese at home?”

Akiko replied in her small voice, “Sometimes.”

“What do you like to do?”

Akiko thought for a minute, but her mind was blank. The whole situation was too surreal for her. Courtney sensed her uneasiness and worried that their first date was not going well. It was peculiar for her to be worried about someone’s feelings, never having been concerned with them before, but she really liked this girl and wanted to make a good impression.

Walking inside the museum, Courtney gaped at a giant dinosaur skeleton hanging from the ceiling about twenty feet above them. “What the hell is that?!”

“It’s a Quetzalcoatlus from the Cretaceous Period.”

Courtney turned toward the girl in amazement, “How do you know that?”

“I read a lot.”

Going through the rooms with their various exhibits, Courtney was amazed at the displays and even more amazed at how much this little girl knew. She also noticed how talkative Akiko had suddenly become, commenting all sorts of facts about the exhibits. Courtney herself didn’t know anything about these exhibits, nor did she care. All that mattered was that Akiko was enjoying herself.

As they were walking past the final displays in the museum, Courtney remarked, “You’re a lot smarter than me.” Akiko smiled at the compliment. During the past hour, her gentle voice and smile had help put Akiko at ease. So much so, that she ventured a question that had been bothering her, “Did you really do all those things?”

“What things?”

“All those stories. About you breaking peoples’ arms and setting the school on fire?”

“Most of those stories aren’t true. When I first started school, I had a hard time making friends. I was made fun of a lot till I started fighting back. I got into a lot of fights and sometimes was arrested.”

“You were arrested?!” Akiko interrupted, her voice full of astonishment.

Courtney smiled at her adorable look and nodded. Courtney fished in her jeans pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out, she was about to light it when Akiko spoke up, “You’re not supposed to smoke here.” Courtney scowled, putting it back in the pack.

They left the museum, and stepping outside, they saw the dark clouds overhead threatening rain. Already feeling raindrops on their arms, they quickly crossed the street and ran along the sidewalk as the rain became heavier. By the time they got to the car, both were soaked. Starting up the car, Courtney looked at Akiko, who was beginning to shiver from her wet clothes. “We can dry our clothes at my apartment.” Several minutes later, Courtney pulled into a run-down apartment. Getting out, they hurried to the door, both shivering as Courtney fumbled with the key as the rain continued to pelt them. Once Courtney got the door open, they stepped inside. Akiko’s teeth were soon chattering as she wrapped her arms around herself in a vain effort to keep warm.

Courtney went over to the dryer, taking off her clothes before a shivering but mesmerized Akiko and dropping them into the dryer. Wrapping a blanket from the bed around herself, she told Akiko, “If you want to, you can use the bathroom to take off your clothes, so I can dry them.” Akiko didn’t move, but instead just stood there, shivering with her arms about herself, trying futilely to warm herself. “There’s a blanket that you can cover yourself with. You’re going to freeze if you won’t let me dry your clothes.”

The cold winning out over her discomfort, Akiko went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, where she quickly removed her wet clothes and wrapped the blanket around herself. Peeking her head out behind the bathroom door, she held out her wet clothes with one hand, too embarrassed to come out. Laughing silently at her shyness, Courtney took them to the dryer. After pausing to admire her tiny Disney panties, she turned the dryer on and walked over to sit on the bed. Akiko remained in the bathroom, just peeking out at her from behind the door.

“I swear I didn’t plan this,” Courtney told her. Seeing that Akiko was making no effort to come out, Courtney tried coaxing her out. “You don’t have to stay in there.”

Akiko slowly shuffled out, nervously gripping the blanket tightly around her. Stopping several feet from Courtney, she seemed lost. Sensing this fragility, Courtney patted the bed, “Don’t be afraid. Come over here.” Akiko shuffled over and sat down, looking up at Courtney nervously. “I’m really glad you came.” Akiko didn’t say anything, just continued to stare up at her. Mesmerized by the little girl, Courtney reached over, gently pushing aside a wet lock of hair from Akiko’s forehead. “You’re really–”

Still staring at Akiko, Courtney considered something, then let the blanket around her fall open, revealing her breasts. Though the sight was enough to set Akiko’s heart to pounding madly, she couldn’t move. Courtney’s voice was a husky whisper, “You can touch me. I know you want to.” Courtney gently took Akiko’s hand, bringing it to her breast. Akiko felt her mouth grow dry and licked her lips subconsciously. Her hand moved slowly, gently touching the breast as if it were a delicate flower. Courtney had never seen such enthrallment. Akiko kept touching and poking both of her breasts, and even brought her face up to rub against them. Akiko looked up, saw Courtney watching her and pulled away, blushing deeply.

“Don’t stop. I like it,” Courtney whispered as she found herself leaning forward. Akiko’s eyes widened as she pulled back slightly. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to kiss you.” Courtney slowly pressed her lips against Akiko’s briefly before pulling away. “How was that?”

“I don’t know,” Akiko whispered.

“Did you like it?”

“I think so.”

“D’ya wanna do it again?”

Akiko shrugged her shoulders. Courtney snickered at her uncertainty, then slowly kissed her again. Longer this time, licking the little girl’s lips till she had to pull back to breathe, wondering how someone like this could have such an effect on her. “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to do that.” She bit her lip nervously, then took a deep breath, hoping for the best, “Akiko–I would like to have sex with you.” As she expected, sweet little Akiko’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You don’t have to, but I would like you to.”

After a moment, Akiko said in her small voice, “I don’t know how.”

“I know. ”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll show you. Lie down.” Akiko lay back, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around her. As she stared up at the older teen, Courtney raised up, her blanket falling away, then leaned over, kissing her. Her hand moved down caressing her legs, then gradually slid up, lightly pulling back the blanket. As she felt the blanket pulling away, Akiko looked concerned.

“I just want to see you.” Courtney continued pulling the blanket back, revealing the little girl beneath. Though having seen many naked girls before, Courtney was caught off guard, whispering in admiration, “Wow…” For several seconds, she was frozen in fascination, then reaching out, she slowly ran a finger down the girl’s chest, smiling at her squirming ticklishness.

“Tickles,” Akiko mumbled shyly.

Courtney ran her fingers along her sides bringing out more squirming, drawing her in more and more till she leaned down to lovingly kissed each nipple, then slowly kissed her way down Akiko’s belly to her bald vulva. Pressing her mouth against it, Courtney kissed it longingly. Akiko stared wide-eyed at the older teen, first in shock, then desperately covering her mouth to stifle her giggling. A muffled giggle escaped, drawing the teen’s attention.

Glancing up, Courtney asked her curiously, “What?” Akiko kept covering her mouth, quivering slightly from her laughter. Courtney smiled at the sight, asking again, “What’s so funny?”

Through her giggles, Akiko managed to tell her, “You’re kissing my pee-pee.”

Courtney smiled. “And that’s funny?” Akiko nodded. “Well, I love kissing your pee-pee,” bringing even more giggles from the little girl. The older teen’s hands lovingly stroked along the young girl’s sides and chest as she again knelt down, pressing her mouth against Akiko’s sex.

Courtney’s caressing hands felt very good, like a soothing massage. Akiko felt Courtney’s lips and tongue between her legs. A strange feeling at first, but soon very relaxing. Her eyes slowly closed as her breathing quickened, becoming heavier. She didn’t understand what was happening but it felt very good. Her hands slightly shuddering, she felt something inside her begin to take hold, a feeling she never felt before.

Courtney continued to press her mouth against the little girl’s vulva, feeling for the small clit with the tip of her tongue. She could taste the girl’s clean juices, and savored the flavor. She’d done this before with some of her girlfriends, but never with someone this young. The feel of the bald mound under her mouth made her own pussy pulse with desire. She didn’t want to come, but she still humped herself against the mattress, feeling the pressure against her own clit and the small tremors that accompanied each hump against the soft material.

Akiko felt her own waves of desire–waves she’d never experienced before. She’d had, well, feelings down there before, but nothing like this. It was as if a whole new world was opening up to her. The teenager’s mouth was against her pee-pee, and her tongue seemed to be dancing all around, especially near the top of her mound. One particular area was responding in ways she had never felt. There was a deep trembling inside her, a sort of shiver that seemed to be taking over her entire body. The small waves were turning into a rushing tide.

“Something’s happening…I feel….” Seeing that Akiko was about to come, Courtney raised up to watch, her finger still rubbing against the girl’s sex. “Court…ney…I…I–” Akiko’s face scrunched up as her voice broke up into whimpering gasps.

Courtney watched, entirely transfixed by the sight of this little girl experiencing something so intense and wonderful for the first time in her life. Courtney felt her fingers getting wet; then Akiko’s face froze with a horrified expression. “I’m–I’m sorry,” Akiko said in an almost inaudible voice.

“Akiko?” Akiko didn’t answer, her lips quivering as her eyes became misty with tears. “What’s wrong?!” Courtney called out in distress. “Please tell me.”

As tears ran down Akiko’s face, she choked out, “I–I didn’t mean to.”

Her voice full of concern, Courtney asked, “Didn’t mean to what?” Then Courtney smelled the unmistakable odor of urine. She turned and saw the wet spot on the bed sheet. “Hey–it’s okay. I shouldn’t have done that without telling you about it.” Courtney caressed her cheek. “Please don’t worry. I’m not mad. Okay?” Akiko nodded, tears still running down. “Did you like it?”

Akiko nodded. “It makes me feel sleepy.”

“Yea. It does that,” Courtney kissed her. Getting off the bed, she pulled off the bedsheet and quickly threw it on the floor. Crawling back on the bed, straddling her, she smiled down at the timid little girl. “I want you to do that to my pussy.”

Akiko glanced around. “Your cat?”

Courtney snickered quietly, pointing to her pussy, “No, this is a pussy.”

Akiko grimaced at Courtney’s pussy just above her, “What do I do?”

“Touch it.”

Akiko gingerly reached out, quickly poking it with her finger then pulling her hand back and looking up at her.

Courtney sighed in disbelief. “Can you do it again?” Akiko again timidly reached out, lightly touching the moist flesh. “What does it feel like?”

Akiko traced her finger around, feeling the different protrusions. “It’s all icky,” Akiko answered, causing Courtney to chuckle.

“Would you like to kiss it?” Akiko got a sour look on her face, shaking her head emphatically. “Can you put your hand in?” When Akiko looked up at her questioningly, Courtney said, “Remember how good it felt to you?” Akiko nodded. “It feels that good to me too.” Akiko tentatively pushed her finger partway in. “Can you push it in a little more?.” She put a few more fingers in. “Moooorrrre…”

Akiko did, wincing at the slimy feeling, “Eewww…”

Oh fuck, that feels so good, Courtney thought as she coaxed Akiko. “Keep going.”

“This is really gross,” Akiko replied. Courtney rolled her eyes. Akiko watched in astonishment as her hand disappeared into Courtney’s body.

Courtney closed her eyes, succumbing to the intense feelings stirring within her. “Move your hand in…in a circle….yeah…keep doing that.” Akiko glanced up at Courtney and giggled at the funny expressions on her face. She covered her mouth with her other hand to keep from laughing out loud.

Fuck, this feels so incredible, Courtney thought to herself. She had brought herself close with her humping of the mattress earlier, but now she was on the brink of a massive orgasm. Opening her eyes, she spied the little girl watching her with amusement. “Hey–” her breathless voice struggled. “Say something in Japanese.”

“Now?!”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want me to say?!”

“Anything!”

At a loss as to what to say, Akiko simply said, “なんでも なんでも(Anything Anything)”

“Oh fuck…Oh fuccckkk…OH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!….” Courtney groaned as her orgasm exploded inside her. Holding on to the headboard for support, she tensed up. Then when it subsided, she rolled off, falling down beside Akiko. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck,” she gasped breathlessly.

“Did I hurt you?” Akiko asked, concerned.

Courtney glanced at her, still breathing hard. “No–that felt so good.” Rolling over, facing Akiko, Courtney stroked her face, “What’re you thinking?”

“What about Monday?” Akiko asked in a concerned voice.

“What about it?”

“What if the kids at school make fun of us?”

“They won’t,” Courtney replied.

“How do you know?”

“Because they know what I’ll do to them if they do,” Courtney kissed her.

Akiko was quiet for a moment, then asked, “What’s a dyke?”

Courtney didn’t answer, her smile fading. After a moment, she said, “It’s an ugly word that ugly people use.” Courtney caressed her cheek, “Don’t worry about those people. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Akiko smiled halfheartedly, feeling better. Courtney reached across to the nearby table and grabbed the pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out along with the lighter inside, she proceeded to light it.

Akiko scrunched up her face in disgust. “Don’t you know cigarettes are bad for you?”

“Yeah,” Courtney replied nonchalantly, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Well, why do you do it?”

“Everyone else does.”

“I don’t. Nobody in my class does.”

“And?” Courtney countered.

“And you shouldn’t do it. How can you do something so gross?!”

“Like this.” Courtney grinned as she took a drag and coolly blew out a puff of smoke. Akiko glared at the offending smoke, hanging in the air.

“Don’t you know you’re turning your lungs black?!”

“They’re my lungs.” Courtney leaned over to kiss her.

“And your breath stinks!” Akiko pulled back, grimacing at her. Courtney’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. “If you want to kiss me, you can’t smoke.”

What happened to the shy little girl that I met this morning? Courtney thought to herself as Akiko narrowed her eyes back at her. Akiko’s sternness looked so adorable that Courtney laughed, “Okay, okay. I’ll try to stop.”

“I’ll help you!” Akiko told her excitedly, rolling over to lay on her front.

“Great,” Courtney muttered, rolling her eyes. She took another drag on her cigarette.

“Well?!”

“Well what?”

“You said you’ll stop!”

“Now?!” Courtney cried out in disbelief.

“Yes, now.”

Sighing in frustration, Courtney reached over, stabbing her cigarette out on the table. “It’s a good thing you’re so cute.”

“Hey, we can make it fun,” Akiko suddenly remarked. Courtney turned back over to face her, staring at her with an annoyed expression, clearly not interested in making it fun. Akiko continued. “If you don’t smoke, I’ll give you a reward.”

“What reward?” Courtney’s voice was clearly not impressed.

“I don’t know. What do you want?”

Courtney stared at her, knowing that there wasn’t anything that Akiko could give–. Her eyes popped open, then she smiled “This.” Courtney reached over, stroking her butt. “This is what I want.”

“My butt?”

“Yeah,” Courtney smiled slyly.

“You want my butt for a reward?” Akiko asked dubiously.

“Oh yeah,” Courtney purred hungrily.

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I’ll think of something.”

Suddenly, they heard a noise at the door, revealing a middle-age woman in a waitress’ uniform. Akiko, wide-eyed in alarm, squeaked as she yanked the blanket over her head, desperately trying to bury herself beneath it.

“MOM!” Courtney blared angrily.

“Who’s that?!” the woman asked accusingly in a tired, irritated voice as she walked over. “I don’t need some floozy that you picked up on 6th street–” She yanked back the blanket, and for a brief second stared at the little girl in surprise before Akiko quickly snatched back the blanket, pulling it over her once again. Turning to Courtney, her mom cried out, “Who’s this?!”

Courtney sighed frustratingly, “She’s new at McCallum.” Courtney pulled back the blanket, uncovering Akiko’s head as the little girl scooted against Courtney for security, a terrified look on her face.

“She’s a kid!” Mom exclaimed, scowling at Courtney. “You had sex with a kid?! Do her parents know she’s here?” With an exasperated sigh, Mom sat down in a nearby chair, “What am I going to do with you, Courtney?”

“But I didn’t do anything! I wasn’t fighting. I really am staying out of trouble.”

“You call this staying out of trouble?!” her mom exclaimed, “You can’t be having sex with a kid!”

“Why not?!”

”Why not?! Because it’s against the law!”

“Mom, I…I really like her. Look, you’re always complaining about who I bring here. She’s different. She’s not like the others.”

Mom sighed, opening her eyes and studying the quiet little girl curled up against Courtney, “I guess you have a point there, but it’s still against the law. Look uh…”

“Akiko,” Courtney told her.

“Aki-ko, I’m not mad at you. It’s just that Courtney’s trying to get her life back on track and doesn’t need any trouble. I didn’t mean to seem like I’m mad at you. And you!” she narrowed her eyes at Courtney. “I want you to be discreet about this. Understand me?!” Standing up, she said, “I’m going to take a shower and start supper.” She walked over to the doorway, then looked back at Courtney, “You really like her?”

“Yeah.”

Looking at the time, Mom told them, “Well, it’s getting late and you need to take her home.”

After Mom went into the next room, closing the door behind her, Akiko asked, “She’s not gonna call my parents, is she? Please don’t let her.”

“She won’t.” Courtney held Akiko close to her.

“Are you in trouble?”

Courtney shook her head. “She just wasn’t expecting you.” Courtney ran her hand along her side, “I don’t want you to go.”

Courtney sighed in disappointment and got out of bed, pulling their clothes from the dryer and bringing them over. They dressed quietly, each alone in their thoughts. Taking her hand, she led Akiko out to the car. As they pulled out into the road, Courtney asked, “Which way is your house?”

“Can you just drop me off at the Mac Shack?”

“Don’t want your parents to see me?” Courtney grinned at her.

“No, it’s just–uh–” Akiko stammered.

“I know.”

They continued on in silence, eventually pulling into the empty parking lot of the Mac Shack. Courtney turned to Akiko, brushing her hair from her face. “I’m going to miss you.” Leaning over, she tried to kiss her, but Akiko nervously glanced around, looking to see if anyone was watching. Courtney pulled back. “Still not used to this?”

Akiko looked down, “It’s just that–everyone already says I’m a…a…”

Courtney raised her chin, looking her sincerely in the eye. “And they never will again. How do you say beautiful in Japanese?”

“野道” (Kireina)

“Kireina,” Courtney leaned over and gently kissed her.

“I better go,” Akiko said.

She opened the door and stepped out. “Bye,” she said and waved. Courtney watched her walk away till she disappeared from sight. She pulled out a cigarette and, as she was about to light it, hesitated, sighing. Closing her eyes for a moment, she looked around, saw a trash can, and threw it and the pack away. She could smoke and Akiko would never know, but she had to be honest with Akiko.

During her walk home, Akiko thought about how everything had changed. Someone who she had thought was dangerous was actually nice. More than that, this person was in love with her. She had not told her mom that she had quit cheerleading. And this was one more thing that she wouldn’t be able to tell her. Akiko wondered what Monday would be like. She wondered if she could tell Caroline and if Courtney would still be the same person who fell in love with her.

 

Continue on to Chapter 3!

by Jojo Starr

Daria was in a haze when she heard a soft, rhythmic rustling. She had just fallen asleep. Why am I awake again?

Her adrenaline started to rush as she realized the rustling was coming from within her own room. Her heart was now pounding and she was wide awake. She kept as still as possible and opened her eyes.

As her eyes began to focus, she realized she was looking across the room at her sister’s bed. She could see movement, and it was clearly corresponding to the rhythmic rustling sounds. She felt another heavy jolt of adrenaline as she realized it was her sister who was moving rhythmically.

Is she… is Miley humping her bed?

From what Daria could tell, it sure looked like it! As her eyes focused further, she could see that Miley was lying on her stomach, her face pressed down into her mattress, and her hips were slightly raised, pushing up and down into the bed. She could hear Miley gasping and panting as she thrust her hips down, over and over.

Daria felt her body instantly filled with adrenaline and incredible excitement. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Miley is masturbating!

Daria instantly felt a twitching and a heavy throbbing between her legs. She thought to herself over and over that she must be dreaming, but this was definitely too real to be a dream. She was actually watching her little sister hump her bed.

Daria’s heart pounded like crazy. She’d never felt so hot and excited before – at least while she was awake. She dared not move though, for fear Miley would see her and stop what she was doing. She just lay there, watching, feeling herself get hotter and hotter by the second.

Miley’s breathing got heavier, the rustling got louder, and soon Miley’s bed began to creak. Miley was pushing her hips hard and fast now and Daria had a desperate urge to touch herself. The sight before her was doing incredible things to her body.

Miley now began thrusting her hips hard, grunting softly. Then, after two really hard thrusts, Daria actually heard her little sister give a muffled squeal into the mattress, and she instantly knew her sister was coming.

The intense heat and arousal that gripped Daria’s body at that moment was indescribable. She held her breath for fear of panting herself! All she could do was squeeze her legs together tightly to alleviate the heavy throbbing that was occurring between her legs.

A few seconds later, it was over, and Miley had collapsed against her bed. Daria still dared not move. She had to wait until she was sure Miley was asleep. And then she heard her sister move, pulling something out from under the sheets. It was her pillow. Miley threw it up at the top of her bed.

With a shock, Daria realized Miley had been humping her pillow. She was suddenly seized with another wave of intense arousal that surprised her.

At this point, lying still was absolute torture. Daria was wide awake, filled with incredible energy and sexual arousal. She had just watched her sister masturbate and Daria realized it had gotten her just as hot, if not hotter, than any of the dreams she’d had about Miley. This is real. This really happened. If only I could just move. But she held still, waiting patiently.

It only seemed like more than a minute or two had passed before she heard Miley breathing slow and rhythmic. She must be asleep. Daria desperately wanted to move, but she decided to wait yet another minute just to make sure. Miley’s breathing hasn’t changed. Daria figured Miley’s orgasm must’ve knocked her out. She didn’t blame her!

Now Daria was free to move. The first thing she did was slowly slide her hand down between her legs and cup her sex. It was hot and very moist. She sighed deeply as she began to slowly massage it, closing her eyes and replaying the scenario she’d just witnessed. She sighed deeply again and slid her hand up and then under her panties to cup her naked, slick sex.

Daria bit her lip as her body writhed under the sheets. She had never done this before – touched herself – but she couldn’t help it now. She was too hot and it would be torture if she didn’t do anything about it.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Daria told herself that this was wrong – that she was actively, and consciously, masturbating to thoughts of her sister – but she didn’t dwell on that thought for too long. She was far too hot and bothered.

Daria slid her thin fingers through the slick folds of her sex as she rubbed herself, sighing over and over, feeling her hips involuntarily writhe and thrust back and forth of their own accord.

In her mind, she saw the raised hump of Miley’s butt under the sheets as it pumped up and down into what she now knew was her pillow. An intense passion seized her as she pressed her hand tighter against her sex, her hips thrusting up into it. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the incredible sensation.

She kept her mind focused on that image – Miley’s raised butt, pumping and thrusting over and over into her pillow, harder, tighter. Daria’s thighs squeezed tight around her hand, and she pictured her sister coming, holding that thought as clearly and vividly as she could.

She gasped sharply as she felt an orgasm immediately seize her and her body started trembling heavily. She shoved her hand tight against her sex, clamping her thighs around it as hard as she could, riding out her very first conscious orgasm.

When it was over, Daria opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She felt incredible – warm and blissful all throughout her body. She was absolutely amazed at how powerful that was and was immediately glad she did it. She simply lay prostrate, breathing heavily, relishing the warm, wonderful feeling as she felt her eyelids grow heavy.

When Daria awoke the next morning, she felt better than she had in a long time. She had slept hard and long, not waking up once after… well, after she masturbated. She began thinking about that wonderful masturbation again and what had led to it. Immediately, she felt a rush of adrenaline and a wave of arousal.

But that was immediately cut short by the sounds of Miley stirring in her bed. It was time to get up and Miley would be getting up any second to use the bathroom. Daria simply lay in bed, replaying the events of last night in her head. She carefully reached down between her legs and felt herself. She was surprised to find she was still pretty damp. She would have to change again while Miley was in the bathroom.

Slowly, Miley began rustling around, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Daria turned her head toward her sister. Miley was moving very strangely, turning her whole body around in bed it seemed, and flipping onto her stomach.

The first thing to emerge from under her sheets was her right leg, followed by her left. She reached around for the floor with her feet and slowly stood up, facing away from Daria. As Miley kept her back to Daria as she slowly made her way to the bathroom, Daria realized with a twinge of arousal that Miley’s panties must be wet! That’s why she didn’t want to face her. It only excited Daria further.

Once Miley was in the bathroom, Daria quickly threw off the covers and went to her drawer to grab a fresh pair of panties, and changed into them, putting her damp panties in the hamper.

She was about to climb back into bed when her eyes fell on her sister’s pillow. The very pillow, Daria realized, with another twinge of arousal, that Miley had humped last night. Which side was it, she wondered. Was it the side that was face up, or did she turn her pillow over afterward? Daria slowly reached out to touch her sister’s pillow. She grabbed it and lifted it up to turn it over… and received the shock of her life.

Under her sister’s pillow was a pair of panties – Daria’s panties. She immediately recognized them as the same panties she had worn to bed the night before. The same panties she had a dream about Miley in.

What the hell are they doing under Miley’s pillow? Daria felt a deluge of feelings that jumbled up her stomach and her brain and couldn’t quite figure out how to process what she’d just seen.

Quickly, she set Miley’s pillow back down and rushed back under her own covers. She lay there, her mind spinning, as she waited for her sister to get out of the bathroom. Why… why… WHY are my panties there? Miley must have put them there. There is no other explanation.

Daria thought back to last night… as Miley was humping her pillow, she had her face down in her mattress… right where her pillow would have been. And come to think of it, it DID sound like Miley was breathing through her nose a lot… at least inhaling. Was Miley sniffing my panties while she humped her pillow?

The thought gripped and seized Daria’s body like an earthquake. Her mind spun and reeled. She desperately tried to wrack her brain for any other possible solution. But there wasn’t any. The evidence couldn’t have been any clearer.

The sound of the bathroom door opening jolted her like lightning. Miley came out carrying an old shirt, holding it casually so that it blocked the view between her legs. Daria tried to act as normal as possible, but she simply couldn’t. The realizations that had recently come to her were too profound.

She desperately hoped Miley wouldn’t say anything to her – she wouldn’t be able to conceal her voice well enough. Thankfully, Miley didn’t say anything.

The bathroom door was wide open for her. Quickly, Daria bolted up from her bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands on the counter, staring at her reflection. She looked shocked, dazed, and, of course, like she’d just woken up. What the hell was going on? She felt a twinge of disgust as she realized this was the face of a person who masturbated to thoughts of her own sister.

She felt sick, but that was quickly replaced with confusion as she remembered that Miley had masturbated while sniffing her big sister’s panties! She lingered on this thought, replaying the events she’d witnessed last night, now with the knowledge that Miley was sniffing her panties. Slowly, she began to see the hard nubs of her nipples poking through her t-shirt. She was getting aroused all over again.

No! she thought. Not now. I’ve got to get ready for school. Daria tried to push all those thoughts to the back of her mind as she grabbed her toothbrush and started going about her morning routine. She sat down on the toilet and began to pee while she brushed her teeth. As she casually looked down at her panties stretching between her legs, she could clearly see that the crotch was newly moistened. And she had just changed into these!

Again, she tried to push these thoughts to the back of her mind. But it was futile. They kept coming back over and over. Miley humping her pillow. Sniffing her panties. Miley humping her pillow, while sniffing her panties. God, why would she do something like that? It was so gross!

It was so… God… it was gross, but it was also… somehow, incredibly hot. Daria couldn’t deny that. And that was perhaps why she couldn’t get the thought out of her head.

Miley LIKED the smell of her panties, her dirty panties. She liked them so much she got off to them. Daria simply couldn’t shake the thought. It haunted her like nothing had haunted her before. She finished brushing her teeth and, as casually as possible, walked back into the room.

Miley stood up. She was wearing jogging shorts now. “I’m gonna get in the shower now,” Miley said.

“Okay,” Daria said blankly as her sister walked past her and into the bathroom.

Again and again the thought kept coming back to Daria. She sniffed my panties, my dirty panties.Then another thought took hold of her. She glanced at the bathroom door and heard the shower water come on.

She tip-toed to Miley’s bed and carefully lifted her pillow. To Daria’s shock, there were a different pair of panties there now. The ones she had just been wearing. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest. Miley wanted a fresh smell. Daria didn’t know whether she should be grossed out or turned on. But judging by how hard her heart was pounding and how weak her knees felt, it was pretty clear which one she was feeling.

She put Miley’s pillow down and tried to focus on getting ready for school. But it was almost impossible. Even after Miley came out of the shower and Daria went in, she couldn’t shake the thoughts. She thought about touching herself again in the shower, but she told herself she needed more time to think about everything. She couldn’t do it just yet.

When she got out of the shower, she couldn’t believe how late it was. She was going to be late for school! Miley was already in the kitchen eating. Daria quickly got dressed and knew she should rush out the door any second, but something was holding her back. She stood frozen in the middle of her room, debating with herself. It was now or never.

And then, as an impulse took hold of her, she felt herself walking across the room to the hamper and lifted the lid. She felt a heavy twinge as right there, just beneath Miley’s shirt, were the panties she’d been wearing last night.

Daria felt a burning within her she couldn’t explain and felt herself reaching for the panties, pulling them out of the hamper, and quickly thrusting them underneath her pillow, but not before she felt a definite dampness on them. She squeezed her fingers into the dampness, and as she pulled her hand out from under her pillow and began walking towards the door, she casually brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. It was dirty and musty… pretty gross, she thought, feeling almost relieved at this initial reaction. But then something compelled her to do it again. She sniffed again. It was still gross. But her body was starting to get warm and there was a light pulsing between her legs. What was happening to her?

All morning she didn’t wash that hand. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t explain it. Whenever she got a chance, she would bring her fingers to her nose and sniff, feeling that strange mixture of disgust and arousal. All day long she kept bringing those fingers to her nose until she couldn’t smell anything on them anymore. And even then, she kept doing it just to make sure the smell had gone away.

Daria couldn’t believe how weirdly she was behaving. This definitely wasn’t her. Was it? What was happening to her? She was smelling her own sister’s vagina, for God’s sake! And what was even weirder was she thought she actually liked it!

She couldn’t stop replaying last night’s events in her head, and she couldn’t stop thinking about that pair of her sister’s panties she had put under her pillow. Miley apparently loved the smell of Daria’s panties. Would Daria… could Daria love the smell of Miley’s? The thought was simultaneously disgusting and thrilling to her. Maybe… she even thought… just maybe it was thrilling because it was so disgusting. Now that was definitely weird.

In any case, she couldn’t wait to get home from school that day and make sure everything was where she left it. Specifically, she wanted to make sure her sister’s panties were still under her own pillow. She knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything with them, at least not until later that night after Miley had fallen asleep. But at the very least, maybe she could rub her fingers against them again and get some fresh smell on them. That, she thought, might tide her over until that night.

So that was exactly what she did. Immediately after getting home from school, Daria was relieved as Miley went into the bathroom. This would be her chance.

She rushed into their room and quickly slipped her hands under her pillow, her heart racing as she felt her sister’s panties. They were dry by now, but she rubbed her fingers over them as best she could, sliding the fabric of her sister’s underwear all across her fingertips.

She pulled her hand out and raised it to her nose. Her heart began racing yet again, accompanied by a twitch between her legs as she smelled the familiar musky scent of her sister’s private region, even though it wasn’t quite as strong as it was that morning.

Daria was shocked at how much this act thrilled her. She wasn’t sure if it was the idea of doing something she wasn’t supposed to, or if she genuinely enjoyed the smell of her sister’s vagina, but a fire had been ignited in her body that burned hot and strong.

She couldn’t deny the reaction her body was having. Her heart was beating rapidly, her cheeks felt hot, and she felt a throbbing between her legs. She even felt a tingling around her nipples and realized they were getting hard. There was no denying it. She was aroused.

And she stayed that way all evening. Whenever she could, she brought her hand to her nose, trying to smell whatever remnants of her sister’s scent she still could, all the while thinking about that pair of panties under her pillow and how badly she wanted some alone time with them.

She barely spoke ten words to her sister all night as they went about their separate routines, finishing their homework, and getting ready for bed. As Daria got ready for bed, her excitement paralleled her frustration. She remembered that Miley had put last night’s pair of Daria’s panties under her own pillow – presumably for another masturbation session with them tonight. But, of course, she wouldn’t do it until Daria had fallen asleep. Which potentially meant a long night for Daria.

She tried to think about it positively. At the very least, she would have to pretend to sleep while listening to her sister masturbate and sniff her panties. While it would be difficult to feign sleep the whole time, Daria could think of many worse ways to spend her evening.

So as she settled into bed, she tried to do just that – pretend she’d fallen asleep right away. As difficult as it was, she tried to breathe slowly and rhythmically, trying to get her sister to think she had fallen asleep.

It was an excruciatingly long and slow process. Daria had to be incredibly patient. It seemed like hours had gone by and she began to wonder whether she was actually falling asleep. And then, suddenly, she began to hear some shifting on the other side of the room.

Daria’s heart began to pound in her chest as she felt adrenaline rush throughout her body. She strained her ears to listen and clearly heard some movement from Miley’s bed. Her heart pounded harder and she felt a twinge of arousal in her stomach and between her legs. She heard some rustling, pausing, and then more rustling as she presumed Miley had just stuffed the pillow between her legs and was now settling down on it. What she would give to see her sister right now! But she held perfectly still.

Then, ever so slowly, she began to hear a soft, rhythmic creaking from Miley’s bed.

Oh God, she’s doing it.

Miley was beginning to hump her pillow. The sound of Miley’s bed softly creaking back and forth was music to Daria’s ears and got her incredibly hot, incredibly fast.

She strained her ears to listen more closely, and after several more thrusts, she could hear Miley exhale. God, it was sexy. She kept listening, and as the creaking got faster, she could start to hear Miley inhaling too – through her nose! She was definitely sniffing something, and Daria squeezed her legs together knowing what it was.

It wasn’t long before Miley was humping hard and fast, gasping for breath. The sounds coming from her sister’s bed were the hottest things Daria had ever heard, and they were making her incredibly wet.

Just then, she heard a tiny little grunt from her sister and a loud, heavy creak, then a pause, then another loud creak, then two more. Daria’s heart pounded as she pictured her sister coming in her panties. Did she come a lot? Did she get really wet? These thoughts were driving Daria mad with erotic desire and she was having an extremely difficult time refraining from touching herself. Then Daria heard a long, heavy exhale and the sound of Miley’s body slumping to the mattress. She was done.

Daria continued to listen as Miley caught her breath, slowly pulled the pillow out from between her legs and dropped it against the headboard, then rested her head on it. Daria waited for her sister to fall asleep. She figured it wouldn’t be too long.

While she waited, she slid her hand slowly underneath her own pillow to feel for her sister’s panties. When she felt them, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Miley had come in these. The thought alone caused her sex to twitch and ooze more fluids into her panties. Daria lay there, feeling her sister’s panties, rolling them between her fingers, thinking about where they had been and what had happened to them, until she was sure Miley was asleep.

When she heard Miley breathing deeply and rhythmically for several minutes, she knew she was in the clear. Her heart began to beat faster again and she bit her lip. She was still incredibly aroused. Her fingers closed around her sister’s panties and she slowly began to pull them out from under her pillow. She held them in front of her and looked at them, barely able to see them in the dark.

As hot and aroused as Daria was, she was still slightly hesitant. Could she really do this? It still feels so weird! She felt her sister’s panties in her fingers and felt another twinge of arousal. These had been right up against her sister’s sex, all day yesterday, and, Miley had masturbated in them. She had come in them. Her cum was actually inside these panties right now, as Daria held them.

Daria suddenly felt a wave of heat and erotic desire seize her like never before, and she pressed the panties to her face and inhaled. Miley’s scent flooded her nostrils and filled her lungs, causing her sex to throb hot and heavy between her legs. THIS is what I’ve been wanting to do all day. What she had only smelled faintly on her fingers and desperately needed to smell in full force. It was intoxicating and unbelievably erotic.

Daria exhaled, her eyelids lightly closed. She inhaled again, this time her hand slid down inside her panties and squeezed her sex. She was shocked at how hot and wet she was, and, as she pressed her fingers against herself, more wetness oozed out.

Daria inhaled again, picturing her sister thrusting her hips against her pillow, grinding and smearing her sex all over these panties. Her clit throbbed heavily and Daria gasped when she touched it. She began to lightly stroke her fingertips up and down her clit as she inhaled the heavy, musky aroma of Miley’s panties. She’d never been so hot in her life. Right now the only thing that mattered was that smell. Her sister’s sweet, musky sex smell.

She rubbed herself faster as she inhaled over and over, squeezing her thighs around her hand, panting and gasping for breath, each heavy inhale filled with the scent of her sister. She imagined her sister bursting into orgasm, flooding her panties with her juices, and suddenly Daria squealed involuntarily, erupting into her own orgasm, bucking and thrusting her hips against her fingers as she continued breathing in her sister’s wonderfully intoxicating aroma. Every nerve in her body burned with indescribable passion as she came, her chest heaving, her body quivering. It was incredible.

After Daria came down from that incredibly thrilling climax, she summoned the last remaining ounce of energy she had and slipped her sister’s panties back under her pillow before resting her head on the pillow and falling into a deep sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 4!

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by Purple Les

Nothing much was happening. I still played the guitar. I still listened to music. I spent more time outdoors with the nicer weather, cleaning up the front and back yard.

It was nice being married. I kept my pipe-cleaner wedding ring in my jewelry box along with my earrings and my locket that Mom had given me.

It was Friday. We were having a picnic at school. They did it for us every spring. They had hot dogs and hamburgers and soda and salads. We didn’t have to wear our school uniforms. We got to come to school in our play clothes. We just played games and ate and had fun. Plus we got to go home early. Mary still looked dressed up even in her casual clothes. It was a perfect day. I wore my denim cut off shorts, a t-shirt and my flannel shirt, and my sneakers. I had my flannel shirt tied around my waist mostly as the sun was warm. If I moved into the shade and a cool breeze came up I would put it on.

This one boy asked Mary to be his girlfriend and she said, “Thank you, but I’m already with someone.”

Siobhan said after the boy left, “I think that’s nice. He said you were beautiful, Mary. I’ve never had a compliment from a boy. Have you, Katy?”

“Yes. A sixth grade boy told me I spit better than most boys could.” Mary rolled her eyes and Siobhan sadly shook her head. I thought it was a nice compliment.

We played more games. Mary’s mom picked her up from school. I hung around and rode home on the school bus like always. When I walked up to my house I could see Mom wasn’t home. No car in the driveway. So I walked toward town, just because it was still early.  I walked past the Tran’s restaurant. I came to the little park outside of town. I walked along the path. I saw Veronica Cuthbert sitting on a bench. She was the sixth grade girl who would give me a hard time. She had a bunch of sticks next to her and would throw one in to the rushing creek and watch it go down stream.

I walked over to her. “Hi, Ronnie.” I said. She didn’t have any makeup on for a change. I thought she looked better without it.

She looked at me and said, “Hi, Twatson.” She said it like most people would say “Damn, I just stepped in dog poop.” Then she looked away.

“Can I sit on the bench with you?” I asked, trying to be friendly and besides I wanted to sit down.

“It’s a free country, I suppose,” she answered with a deep sigh. I took that for a “Yes” and sat on the other side of her pile of sticks. My feet didn’t quite reach the ground and I kicked them back and forth while I sat.

We both started to throw the sticks at the same time into the creek. Making the sticks have little races down the creek. We were having fun. Then the sticks were gone and she sighed again.

“So it was a fun day, huh?” I asked.

Her answer came out in a spoken sigh, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, it’s a lot better than a regular school day.” I tried to keep the conversation going. She didn’t reply or look at me. “So I guess you’ll be in the middle school next fall. I guess that’s cool.” Ronnie just sat there and sighed again.

“Yeah. I guess.” she said after a few moments.

“I guess they have a real gym class there. You have to shower afterward and everything. I don’t know if I’d want to shower in front of a lot of girls I don’t know.”

“Yeah.” was her reply.

“Well, I wish you good luck. I mean, I think you’re okay. I didn’t mean to stick you with your nickname. I wish I could take it back. So I hope there’s no hard feelings.”

Then I stuck out my hand. She gave it a fast shake with her hand. I didn’t blame her. ‘Tater Tits” was a bad nickname to get stuck with.

“It’s okay, I guess.” Ronnie said rather sadly. “I gave you a hard time as much as I could. So I guess I kind of had it coming. No hard feelings.”

Then we shook again. We held the shake a little longer this time. We just sat there listening to the birds and watching the creek.

I got a funny feeling inside, sitting there with Ronnie. “Um, Ronnie?”

“Yeah. What?”

“I’d sort of like to do something for you. To make up for what I did.”

“Like what?”

“It’s kind of dirty.” I said giving her a shy smile.

Now she looked at me with a question in her eyes.

“Sex dirty?” She asked me.

I nodded my head “Yes”.

“Yeah. What would you do?” Ronnie asked with any real interest in her voice, for the first time in all this time we’d been sitting there.

“Well,” I took a deep breath and hoped she wouldn’t mock me, “I’d lick your pussy.”

She gave a soft gasp, looked shocked, then gave a little laugh while looking uncomfortable all in a matter of seconds.

“Bullshit!” she spat out. Then she gave a soft little laugh that I liked.

Ronnie scrunched her eyes up a little. She leaned closer to me and said, “Why, I bet you’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Twatson.”

“Do so!” was my comeback.

“Then tell me what you think it means,” Ronnie ordered.

I wondered for a second if Ronnie knew what it meant. I figured she must. She was a sixth grader after all. So I decided I’d be bold and said, “It means I want to take my tongue and run it in and out and up and down your twat.”

Then I stuck my tongue out briefly as an “I told you so.”

Ronnie laughed for real and said, “Hey kid. Keep that tongue out. Maybe I can use it.”

Her face got red and she giggled and looked away.

She looked back at me again and said, “Is this some sort of joke? What happens? You trick me in to pulling down my jeans then all your brat friends show up laughing. Right?”

I felt a little hurt but I understood just what she meant.

I said, “I understand. But I promise it’s not a trick and I really mean it.”

Ronnie looked around. We were plainly alone.

Ronnie gave me a smug smile and said, “Then prove it. You get naked first to show you’re not kidding.”

I untied the flannel shirt from around my waist. I pulled down my zipper and undid the button on my shorts. I pulled my t-shirt up. As the shirt reached my armpits Ronnie laughed and said, ”Holy shit. What are you, crazy?” and she pulled my t-shirt back down and looked around.

Then she added very seriously, “You’re not kidding are you?”

“Nope. I’ve done it before. I like doing it and I do it good.” I winked at her and said, “And I’m giving you a chance to find out.”

I watched her suck her bottom lip under her upper teeth and I wanted to kiss her.

“Okay, but not here. I have a place we can go.”

Then she looked around nervously and took my hand in hers. She led me out of the park and across the road where the storage garages were. We squeezed through the big chained gate. The asphalt was hot but felt good. Ronnie took me around the back. We stopped at a big overhead door. She took a key out of her jeans pocket. She undid the lock and put it in her pocket. She raised the door a few feet. She hunched under it and I followed her. She flicked a switch on the wall and a line of old long florescent lights came on.

The floor was piled high with boxes and furniture and lots of other stuff. Ronnie lowered the door to the floor and bolted it closed from inside. She took my hand and led me down a narrow aisle in the middle of the room. It was cool inside and there was a musty smell mixed with a dusty smell. At the very end of the aisle the room opened up into a small space. There was a couch and coffee table and old floor lamp. Ronnie turned the lamp on and sat on the couch.

I sat down too. She got up and reached behind an old mirror standing on the floor. She plunked a big box on the coffee table. Ronnie pulled out a bunch of magazines. Like Playboy and Penthouse. I eagerly picked one up and started to look through it.

“You like looking at girls?” Ronnie asked me.

“Yeah. Do you come here and rub off? This is cool.”

“Don’t tell anyone ever.”

“Golly, I won’t.” Then I crossed my heart to show I meant it.

“You do stuff with that Vietnamese girl you hang out with?”

“I do stuff with girls but I never tell anyone. Just like I’d never tell anyone about this.”

Ronnie looked at me, sizing me up somehow in someway. Then she brought a smaller box out of the other box. She opened it and brought out more magazines.

These were full of girls too. But not model grownup girls like in the other magazines. These had pictures of girls my age and Ronnie’s age. You know, like nine through twelve years old.

I opened one up. There were three girls who looked like they were wearing old clothes from the nineteen sixties or seventies. Except after I flipped a couple pages they weren’t wearing anything. Then they were having sex with each other.

I just sort of looked through them. They were so cool. I was having dirty daydreams then I heard a voice. It was Ronnie’s voice sounding a little funny.

“So you really gonna do what you said? I mean you don’t really have to. We could look at these and talk and play with ourselves if you want to. You don’t really have to take your clothes off if you don’t wanna.”

I showed Ronnie the picture I was looking at. A younger girl about my age licking an older girl’s pussy. I put the magazine down and stood up. I flung my flannel shirt on to the couch. I pulled my t-shirt up and off and tossed it at Ronnie. I pulled down my shorts and panties at the same time and took them off. I left my sneakers on because the floor was filthy concrete.

Ronnie’s eyes were wide and she said, “Holy shit, Twatson. I can’t believe you really got naked.”

I smiled and started to play with my pussy a little. Mostly to give her a good look at it.

“Um, Ronnie, I can’t really lick you through your pants. That’s a hint. Take off your jeans. Or do you want me to undress you?”

She smiled and took her jeans off. “I, uh, never did anything like this. What should I do?”

I said, “Just lay back and relax. I’ll do it all.”

I put my mouth right over her panties where her pussy was and blew heavy on her. She shivered. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and looked at her pussy. It was cute. She had a sparse patch of pubes on her mound. I could see she was pretty wet there. I could smell a different kind of musky smell now. I began to lick her slowly. My tongue explored her pussy all over. I kept an eye on her face off and on. She looked like she was enjoying it.

Then I got busy on her. I liked getting her close to a come, backing off some and then getting her close again. She started saying all kinds of silly things.

Ronnie said, “Hey! I’m getting really close. Maybe you’d better move your face and let me rub off now.”

I took my mouth off her. I looked in her eyes and said, “I want you to come on my face. Just relax and come whenever you want.”

Then I pressed my tongue lightly on her clit and started the ABCs. She came real good. I got up on my knees and looked at her. She was all flushed red with a little shine of sweat on her face.

“Did you like it?” I asked her.

For the first time ever I saw her give a really nice smile. “Yeah. I really liked it. I never felt anything so good, ever.”

I reached out and started to pull her panties down. Ronnie laughed and said, “Hey! What’s the idea?”

“Well I’m almost bare naked. You could at least let me have a better look at you.” Then I yanked her panties down and off. Ronnie spread her long legs apart and let me have a good look.

“You like?” she asked me.

“I sure do.”

“I was thinking, Twatson. If you wanted to we could meet here off and on all summer. We could look at the dirty magazines and rub off. Or maybe we could do some more stuff like what you just did to me.”

“Yeah! I’d like that.” We sat around for awhile. There was some bottled water. She handed me one and I drank some then used the rest to wash off my face and hands. We got dressed and she walked me out of the building. I watched her lock it up. She offered me some bubblegum and I put it in my mouth. We walked back to the road and went our separate ways.

I skipped part of the way home. I saw Mom’s car in the driveway. There was an SUV parked behind her car. I’d never seen it before and wondered who was visiting. I made a last bubble with the gum while I tried to guess who it was and then spit my gum out in the grass.

I came in the side door and yelled out, “I’m home, Mom.”

I heard Mom’s voice, “We’re in the living room, Katy.” I wondered who was here. As I walked in to the living room I saw Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue. I ran over and gave Aunt Sue a huge hug.

Aunt Billie said, “What are me and your Mom, dirty laundry?” I gave Mom and Aunt Billie big hugs too. I found out the SUV was Aunt Sue’s new car.

“Did Sammie and Penny come with you?” I didn’t see them but hoped that at least Sammie had come along. My cousin was the first girl I’d ever fooled around with for real. That was way back at Christmas time.

“They’re waiting for you up in your bedroom.” Aunt Sue answered. “They didn’t want to hang around with us old ladies. You can go up and visit with them. But first how about a kiss for me.”

I stood in front of Aunt Sue. I figured all the secrets weren’t really secrets anymore so I gave her a long French kiss. Then I knew for sure there were no more secrets as Aunt Sue reached down my back and squeezed my butt.

“Thanks, Katy. That was very nice. Now run up and say ‘Hi’ to your cousins.” Aunt Sue said, as she gave a fast light smack on my butt as I headed for the bedroom stairs.

I couldn’t wait to see my sixteen-year-old cousin, Sammie, and her sister, seven-year-old Penny.

I got to the top of the stairs turned and stopped in my tracks. I had opened my mouth to say ‘‘Hi”. Instead my mouth just hung open with nothing coming out.

Sammie sat at my desk chair. The chair was facing away from the desk and toward me. Her long red hair was pushed back over her shoulders. I could see her boobs. They looked the same as at Christmas time except I thought they may have been just a little bigger than I remembered.

There she sat bare naked. Pinching my arm didn’t change anything, she was for real naked. I couldn’t see her patch of red pubic hair though. That was because blocking the view was the back of Penny’s head. Penny’s hair was so blonde it was almost white. She had it in a pony tail. Penny had nothing on except for white cotton panties with a floral design on them. I was noticing the light white short downy fuzz that covered most of her arms and some of her body. I could hear her licking Sammie’s pussy.

Sammie smiled at me and said, “We just couldn’t wait for you to get home.” Sammie looked down between her legs and said, “Penny, say hello to, Katy.”

Penny reluctantly began to turn her head. She had a long string of goo that went from Sammie’s pussy to the corner of her mouth. It broke as she turned her face more towards me.

“Hi, cousin Katy.” Penny said.

“Go give her a kiss.” Sammie instructed Penny. Penny got off her knees and walked over to me. She stood on her toes and I bent over some and Penny stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tasted Sammie’s pussy honey on her, and a huge wave of horny attacked me from the top of my spine to my pussy and down to my toes.

It was a long dirty kiss. After we stopped Sammie motioned to Penny to come back to her. Penny stood next to Sammie leaning against her left leg. Sammie reached across with her right hand and put it down the front of Penny’s panties. I could see her fingers and hand under the thin fabric moving around and Penny said, “Yeah. That’s nice.”

They both looked at me and Sammie said, “Take your t-shirt off for us.”

I pulled my shirt off and dropped it to the floor.

“Yeah.” Sammie said.

Sammie said to Penny, “I just love those cute tits. I think they got a little bigger, Katy. I just love your tight little body. That firm tummy and your cute little in out belly button.”

“Yeah, me too.” said Penny. Then she added, “Now undo your shorts, Katy.”

I undid the button on my denim cut offs and then slowly pulled the zipper down so they could see my blue cotton panties. I saw Penny squirm against Sammie. I saw more movement under Penny’s underpants.

“Fuck yeah!” Sammie said. “You’re the hottest nine year old I know, and my sexy little cousin to boot. I want you to leave on your sneakers and socks. But pull down your shorts and panties at the same time and take them off.”

I pushed my shorts and panties down and stepped out of them. I started to play with myself. I couldn’t help it. Sammie pulled her hand out of her little sister’s panties. Then she pushed the panties down her younger sister’s legs.

Now I was looking at Penny barenaked for the first time in person. I’d always loved the way she looked. There she was right in front of me without anything on.

Seeing the two sisters naked together made me rub my now very wet little slit even more.

“There’s something I owe you.” Sammie said to me. “Go and bend over your bed.”

I had butterflies in my tummy as I walked over to my bed, turned my back to my cousins and lay on my tummy with my feet on the floor. I was totally exposed to them. I looked over my shoulder. I saw myself in the mirror. My legs were spread. My pussy was all shiny and wet. You could almost see the opening to my pussy. You could almost see my butt hole too.

Penny and Sammie walked over to me. Penny started to gently play with my pussy.

Penny said, “Yeah, Sis. You weren’t kidding. The nicest ass I ever saw.”

I buried my face in my bedspread then I felt someone give my left butt cheek a not too hard smack. It was hard enough to make a noise and make my pussy have a sharp tingle. I turned my head to one side and gave a little moan.

“You like the way Penny’s playing with your pussy?” Sammie asked me.

I whimpered out, “Yeah.”

My head was spinning. I’d just licked Ronnie’s pussy not even an hour ago. It had left me real horny and then I’d had that hot kiss with Aunt Sue. Now my naked seven-year-old cousin was playing with my pussy which was on fire. And my sixteen-year-old cousin, who I adored, asked me how I was liking it.

“Yeah!” I said again. “I love it.” I felt another light smack on my other butt cheek.

“Now,” Sammie began in a soft shaky voice, “I’m going to do what I’ve been waiting to do since Christmas. What I’ve been waiting to do since you were five years old.”

“Cool.” I heard Penny say. “Sammie won’t stop talking about this.”

I thought back to Christmas. When me and Sammie had fooled around for the first time. I thought of the things we did and things we were going to do and didn’t get a chance.

Penny had worked a finger up my pussy and with her other hand managed to get under me and rub my clit.

It suddenly dawned on me. “Sammie? Are you going to…?”

Sammie interrupted me before I could finish the sentence. “That’s right, cousin. I’m gonna tongue fuck your hot little asshole.”

I looked over my shoulder again. I could see Sammie from the back in my dresser mirror. She was on the floor on her knees, the back of her head I could see was blocking a view of my butt. I looked over my other shoulder and saw Penny with a red face looking at me and smiling. Penny had me on the verge of coming.

Then I felt Sammie’s hot wet tongue lick around my butt hole. I felt it go from licking around my asshole to going in and out of IT.

I heard Penny say, “Yeah she’s really loving that, Sammie. Keep doing it.”

I tried to wiggle my hips but my cousins made it hard to move. What with one of them holding my ass cheeks and tongue fucking my butt hole while the other rubbed my clit and finger fucked my pussy.

I grabbed the bedspread with my hands and pressed my face against the bed and cried out, “Oh, golly! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! I’m commmmmmming!”

Now somehow I bucked my hips around and then the next thing I knew I was laying on my bed between my two cousins. It took a long time before I could speak or feel my arms and legs.

Sammie said, “You really had a huge come, Katy. You okay now?”

I felt weak as a kitten but real happy.

“I love you guys.” was all I could say. They were both giving me little kisses. Where ever they felt like.

Sammie said, “This is just the beginning, Katy. The next couple days will wear you out.”

I was horny again already. I was about to ask her what she meant when Aunt Sue called up the stairs. “Girls, come down here now, please.”

We got up off the bed. I walked over and reached for my clothes. Sammie laughed and said, “Don’t bother.” We went down the stairs together. Sammie led me and Penny into my Mom’s bedroom.

Mom had some incense burning. The late afternoon sun was coming through her bedroom window. I stood still next to my smiling cousin Sammie. Penny was giggling and looking at me. I was looking at my Mom and my Aunt Billie and my Aunt Sue.

All three of them sitting on the side of my Mom’s big bed. They were all bare naked and had their legs spread apart. Of course I’d seen my Mom and Aunt Billie naked a billion times now. I’d never seen Aunt Sue naked in person. Just those DVDs of her with my Mom and Aunt Billie and Sammie and Penny.

Sammie said, “I get Aunt Carol first.” Then she stood in front of my Mom and they started to play with each other’s tits and boobs while kissing.

Aunt Billie wiggled a finger at Penny and said, “Come here.”

As soon as Penny was in front of  Aunt Billie, Penny grabbed a boob and started sucking a nipple while Aunt Billie began to feel up Penny’s ass.

I looked at Aunt Sue and swallowed hard. Her boobs were small and her nipples big and hard. She didn’t have any pubic hair. Her pussy lips are big and her clit almost looked like a tiny dick.

“Well, Katy,” Aunt Sue said, “Should we get to know each other a little better?” She patted the bed next to her and I walked over to her.

Continue on to Chapter 31!

by Jojo Starr

Two more weeks went by and Daria had several more dreams about Miley. Each time, she knew very clearly who she was with, and it excited her beyond belief. The dreams got progressively more intense as gentle kissing soon progressed to full-on making out. Daria put her hands on her sister’s body in the dreams, which brought her to even newer and more thrilling heights. Sometimes she woke up panting in a sweat, completely flushed and thoroughly aroused, but most of the time she came in her sleep, waking up in the blissful afterglow of her orgasm.

Daria had never felt such thrilling and wonderful sensations in her whole life, but as soon as she was fully awake, she always felt terribly guilty about her dreams. She couldn’t quite reconcile the fact that she felt this way while thinking about her sister, and it drove her crazy.

Every time she woke up she would look across the room at the soft, sleeping form of her little sister, that perfect, wonderful person who she cared about more than anyone else, and she would feel terrible. Miley didn’t deserve this, she thought. She didn’t deserve an older sister who thought about her that way.

Daria couldn’t stop herself from wondering what would happen if Miley ever found out about her dreams. Would she hate her? Never talk to her again? Daria couldn’t bear the thought.

But still, the dreams persisted, so much so that they were beginning to affect Daria’s waking thoughts. Every now and then, Daria would catch herself looking at her sister and feel something wonderful stirring deep inside her, just like she felt in her dreams. It was so conflicting for her. She knew it was wrong to feel those things, but they made her feel so wonderful inside and a part of her didn’t want them to go away.

Lately, she was afraid that part of her was growing stronger and stronger. It was getting to the point where she was getting ready for bed and actually began to wish for the dreams to come back that night. There was simply nothing like them.

Besides, they were getting better and better and she was growing excited to do more with her sister in her dreams. She wanted it to progress beyond kissing and touching – just to see what else they might do.

And then, one night, she got her wish.

She was in the house – in the living room – and got that familiar tingly feeling and swimming sensation in her stomach. Somehow, she knew Miley was nearby. She went to Miley’s room and opened the door. Her heart pounded as she saw her sister and Miley grinned widely, happy to see her.

She felt herself flush with arousal from head to toe and somehow knew Miley was feeling it too. Miley stood up and they started walking towards each other, feeling their arousal increase with each step. Daria wanted her so bad, her entire body ached.

Then, suddenly, they were embracing and kissing passionately. Daria felt a fire burning in her belly, hot and growing hotter by the second. She felt her sister’s body pressing tight against her and felt her sex ache with need.

Their kissing grew heavier and their hands began to roam over each other’s bodies. Daria felt the ache throbbing and growing stronger. Suddenly an instinct took over and she began grinding her hips into her sister’s to try and alleviate the ache. The knowledge that she was pushing and grinding her private parts against her sister thrilled her. It only increased her passion and she began to grind harder.

Miley took her in her arms and pulled her back onto the bed. Daria found herself on top of her sister, her body pressing tightly into her sister. She ground her hips again and Miley began pulling her tighter against her. Daria felt her passion rise higher than ever before and she knew she had to keep grinding.

Her sister’s body felt so exquisite, so soft and delicate beneath her, it was giving her everything she needed. She began to pump her hips hard and tight against Miley’s body and the feeling was so incredible she began to groan out loud.

Everything was hot and intense and Daria knew she was going to have an orgasm – an incredibly powerful one. She was in her sister’s arms and Miley wanted her there.

She thrust and ground, and suddenly her body erupted in the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. She kept thrusting and pumping into her sister and then the unthinkable happened – she had another orgasm on TOP of the first one! It was beyond anything she’d ever felt.

She kept humping and thrusting, and suddenly a THIRD orgasm wracked her body. She was panting hot and heavy, barely believing what was happening to her. It was all due to her incredibly beautiful, amazing little sister and she found herself crying out her name over and over.

When she woke up, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and she was panting hotter and heavier than she ever had before. She also felt an exquisite bliss enveloping her entire body that put her in such a calming state, she didn’t care about anything right then. Not feeling guilty, not worrying about her desires, just bliss.

***

What Daria was completely unaware of was that Miley was awake. In fact, Miley had woken up a few times in the past to the sounds of heavy panting from her sister. At first she was worried, but it wasn’t long before she figured out what was happening to her sister. She was having an erotic dream. It was the only explanation.

Miley began to wonder if Daria had a boyfriend at school, or if there was someone she liked that she wasn’t telling her about. It was a little weird to hear her sister panting so heavily, but she knew Daria was asleep and didn’t want to disturb her or embarrass her sister by waking her up.

In fact, there was a small part of Miley that was a little jealous. It seemed that whatever was happening to Daria, she was really enjoying it and Miley wondered what it felt like. Daria almost always woke up afterwards, though, and Miley did her best to pretend she was still sleeping. Usually Daria fell right back asleep, but other times she seemed to stay awake, tossing and turning.

Those nights were frustrating for Miley because she couldn’t sleep either. She just lay awake wondering what Daria had just experienced and what had led to it.

But tonight was different, very, very different. Miley woke up to the sounds of her sister panting heavily and knew it was happening again. She started to listen carefully for any clues of what Daria’s dreams might be about. She couldn’t help herself feeling curious. It just seemed so powerful and intense, whatever it was Daria was feeling.

But tonight, Daria was making more sounds than heavy breathing. As Miley listened, she started to hear the sounds of sheets rustling in a kind of rhythmic pattern. After a few seconds, the rustling got louder and the rhythm started to get heavier and faster. Daria was very clearly moving her body around in some kind of thrusting or humping manner.

Miley was shocked by this at first, and then her heart started to pound. She realized she was eavesdropping on something very personal. Maybe her sister was actually… having sex in her dream! The thought was strange, but kind of thrilling for Miley. She had never had sex before, but had heard about it and was mildly curious about it. And now, from what she was hearing from her sister, it sounded pretty intense!

Miley continued to listen and could now hear Daria making little squealing and grunting noises. If this wasn’t sex, Miley didn’t know what it was. Her heart pounded faster and her body started to tingle all over. This was more thrilling than she thought!

The sheets were rustling heavier and Daria was clearly thrusting her hips more rapidly, against the bed or the sheets or something nearby. And then Miley started to hear sounds like, “Oh! Oh God!” Miley’s eyes opened wide and her heart pounded even faster. Was Daria about to… climax?? The thought was terribly thrilling for Miley. She knew this was something she shouldn’t be hearing, but she couldn’t stop herself. It sounded too exciting.

She strained her ears and could hear more grunting and panting. Then Daria started mewling something soft and inaudible. Miley strained her ears and listened harder. Then, gradually, the sounds got louder: “Oh… Oh God… Muh… Muh… Miley! Oh God, Miley! UNNGH! NNNFFF! UHHNNNFF!” And then silence.

Miley lay completely still with her eyes open wide. There was no mistaking what she heard. It was loud and clear as day. Daria, her own sister, had called out her name during what was very clearly an erotic dream, and even more shocking – at the climax!

What did that mean?? Miley wracked her mind for anything other than the obvious explanation. But no matter how hard she tried, she could only come to one conclusion – that Daria had an erotic dream about her. Somehow, on some level, Daria was sexually attracted to her.

The thought made her queasy and her heart pounded in shock. This most definitely wasn’t normal. But, was it… wrong? The more Miley thought about it, the more she realized it was only a dream. Daria hadn’t ever done anything that remotely suggested she was attracted to her in real life, so really she hadn’t done anything wrong. These dreams were all in her subconscious, so she really couldn’t control them anyway.

What if she hated these dreams? What if she felt awful about them? Miley suddenly started to feel tremendous sympathy for her sister. Come to think of it, Daria had been acting a little strangely around her lately, and was quieter than usual. Maybe these dreams were really getting to her and she really felt terrible about them. Miley suddenly wished there was something she could do to help her sister.

But there was something else, too, something beyond all that. The longer Miley stayed awake and the more she kept thinking, she couldn’t help but replay the sounds she heard her sister making during her dream. They had ignited something in Miley – a curiosity, yes, but also something more.

Miley felt strange about admitting it to herself, but somehow it was absolutely thrilling listening to her sister make those sounds. They were so primal and uninhibited, so raw and direct, so… pure. There was no concealing, no subduing, no beating around the bush. That was what Daria sounded like when she was incredibly aroused and in the throes of orgasm. And it was strangely exciting to hear. It was almost… well, it was… kind of beautiful.

Miley knew she shouldn’t be thinking things like that, but she couldn’t help herself. Besides, they were her own private thoughts, and apparently Daria had some pretty dirty private thoughts of her own!

But there was also something else… something Miley felt immediately in the moment, but dismissed and didn’t come back to it until quite a bit later as she lay in bed, running thoughts through her mind. It happened the moment Daria called out her name, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was certainly shocking, yes, but there was something more. What was it? Curiosity? No, it was something more than that… something closer to… flattery? Yes, she almost felt flattered, she realized.

Miley had never given sex much thought, much less considered herself sexually attractive. She simply didn’t think about such things. But here was a case of someone very clearly sexually excited by her, which was strangely thrilling. It was just too bad that person happened to be her sister. Or was it?

Miley had always felt incredibly close to her sister. She loved her more than anything in the world and felt Daria was the one person she knew who truly understood her. She looked up to Daria in so many ways and modelled so much of her life and personality after her. She had always wished she could be just like her sister. Daria was so smart and so beautiful and so dedicated to school and life and anything she put her mind to. She was nothing short of an inspiration to Miley.

And maybe this was part of the reason Miley didn’t feel quite so disgusted or put-off by what she heard, as maybe other girls would if they heard their sisters say that. To Miley, Daria was perfect. And while this was definitely a strange and unexpected development, Miley found it hard to fault her sister too much. The connection between them was simply too strong.

Over the next few days, Miley took it in her stride and treated her sister as if nothing had happened, interacting with her as she always had. She definitely noticed Daria acting a little more strange and distant, but this time she knew why. It frustrated Miley because she hated to see her sister so conflicted. Miley couldn’t imagine what Daria must be going through. It had to be incredibly difficult.

Strangely, Miley began to realize that, rather than freaking her out and creating division between them, that little incident that night had actually caused Miley to feel more even more sympathy and compassion for her sister, bringing them even closer together, at least in her mind.

She felt like she understood Daria better. She knew one of her deepest, most private secrets and truly felt for her. Maybe it was because Daria’s secret was about her and Miley felt strangely flattered by it, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Miley felt closer to her sister than ever before.

***

Miley found herself staring at her sister in the bathroom. She didn’t know how long she had been doing it, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away. Daria was looking in the mirror, getting herself ready. Doing her hair, making herself look pretty. And she did look pretty. Unbelievably so.

Miley thought she looked gorgeous. She loved looking at Daria. It gave her a wonderful, warm feeling inside, a feeling that was only growing warmer by the second.

And then, Daria turned and looked at her. Miley felt a strange jolt of energy rush through her and her body gave a sort of little shudder. They held eye contact and Miley felt that warm feeling growing hotter and hotter.

There was something about the way Daria was looking at her… something different. Something that made Miley’s heart pound and her knees weak. She had never seen Daria look at her this way before… or had she? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that her stomach was tying itself in knots and her heart was pounding faster.

And then, Daria started to move towards her. She was moving almost in slow motion and Miley was fixed on every single little detail of her sister’s body. She was moving so slowly and so fluidly, it had a hypnotizing effect on Miley.

Miley knew she was going to approach her, and her heart pounded like never before. She just knew Daria was going to do something – something that made her even weaker than she already was.

Daria walked right up to her and stood right in front of her – inches away. Miley could feel her sister’s heat, her sister’s energy. It was intoxicating. They had never stood so close before. It was scary, but also terribly exciting.

There was something between them – something Miley felt almost tangibly. It was so strong and powerful she couldn’t move. She was simply frozen in place, staring up into Daria’s eyes… Daria’s beautiful, hypnotic eyes.

And then, suddenly, she felt Daria’s warm, soft hands on hers. Miley felt Daria take her hands into her own as they continued gazing into each other’s eyes. It meant something. Something thrilling. Daria’s heat was radiating against her. Miley could feel it and it warmed her.

Then Daria took Miley’s hands and pulled her to the side. Miley knew Daria was pulling her toward the bed.

Daria lay on the bed and Miley laid down next to her. Somehow, Miley knew what was happening. And she wanted it. More than anything. She wanted Daria to show her, to show her what to do.

Daria moved a hand up and brushed a strand of hair out of Miley’s face, gently tucking it behind her ear. Miley thought it was the most beautiful, sweetest gesture and she felt her heart pound even faster. They were getting closer, Miley could feel it. They were right in front of each other, inches apart, looking into each other’s eyes. Miley looked down at her sister’s mouth, saw her lips part slightly. Miley felt a thrill rush through her like she’d never felt before. And then Daria leaned in, closer… closer…

Miley awoke with a gasp, her heart pounding rapidly, her entire body tingling with a thrilling rush. What had just happened? Was it all a dream? No! NO! Miley closed her eyes, desperately wishing it to continue. She thought hard, her brain working desperately to recover the elements and details of the dream. But it was fading. NO, thought Miley. No, no, NO! She tried again but was unable to hold on. She opened her eyes and sighed in frustration.

As she gradually accepted the fact that she was awake and wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon, she began to let her mind clear up a bit. She realized she had been dreaming. She knew the dream was about Daria. And she knew that she was feeling powerful and compelling urges toward her sister… sexual urges. There was no denying it. She had an erotic dream about Daria.

She suddenly realized this is what Daria was going through. She was feeling the exact same things that Miley was feeling right now. Oh, it was so thrilling! So wonderful! And so intense! She suddenly felt closer to her sister than ever before. She had now had the same experience as Daria.

Miley’s heart practically melted in her chest. She suddenly had the urge to tell Daria all about this. About her dream, how powerful it was, how she knew Daria had the same dreams, and that would solve everything. That would bring them even closer together and there would be no more secrets. There might even be… something more between them. Could there? Could it be possible?

And then Miley shook her head. She was being completely ridiculous. Of course, that could never happen. Sisters weren’t supposed to feel these things, let alone act on them. That was absurd! Daria would probably tell her she was a freak for even thinking such things! Miley’s heart sank. She didn’t know what she was thinking.

Still, she knew Daria had these dreams. And now she’d had one too. As she shifted around in her bed, she felt a strange sensation.

She put her hand between her legs and was shocked to discover a wet spot on the front of her panties. That had certainly never happened before! She slipped a finger inside the crotch and could feel that her entire vulva was coated in this wetness. She wiped some of it off, then brought her finger up to her nose. It was a faint musky, slightly bitter aroma. So this is what female arousal smells like, she thought. She wondered if Daria smelled the same way when she got aroused.

And then something hit her. She remembered a few weeks ago when Daria had gotten out of bed, the entire front of her panties were covered in a dark wet spot. It was impossible to miss. But Daria acted as if everything was normal – at least at first, so Miley didn’t say anything.

She thought maybe Daria had an ‘accident’ in bed, but now she realized she probably had one of these dreams. That was her AROUSAL that Miley had seen on the front of her panties! Miley gasped at the realization and a fantastic thrill rushed through her, making her shudder.

She looked over at her sister’s form lying under the covers across the room. Daria was clearly asleep, but Miley felt a strange, powerful connection with her sister right then. She began to wonder why she hadn’t seen any more signs of that on her sister’s panties – it was just that one night. And then it slowly dawned on her that Daria must have been aware of it and was probably being more careful from that point on.

But there still must have been evidence. Her panties must be somewhere and they must have her wetness in them.

Miley lay awake, letting these thoughts run through her head. She bit her lip, wondering if there was a way to find out if Daria was still wetting her panties with her arousal. The more Miley thought about it, the more excited she became and the more she resolved to actually find out for herself.

There was something in her… some need to confirm that her sister was still doing this. She knew it was potentially dangerous, but she just had to find out.

***

It turned out Miley didn’t have to wait long. The very next night, Miley could barely sleep, just lying awake thinking about these things. She heard Daria fall asleep and continued to stay awake for some time. She didn’t know whether she had dozed off or not, but at some point in the night, her eyes popped open as she heard the sounds of rustling.

Her heart immediately began to beat quickly and adrenaline began to rush through her body. Was Daria having another one of her dreams? Miley listened intently, keeping her body as still as possible. She listened to her sister twitch and roll around for a minute or so, and then she thought she could faintly hear Daria’s breathing pick up slightly. In almost no time it was clear that Daria was panting.

Miley’s heart pounded in her chest. Daria was definitely having an erotic dream. There was no doubt about it. Less than a minute later she was whimpering and making that rhythmic thrusting movement again.

Miley turned her head carefully. She wanted to watch. As she focused her eyes, she could make out the form of her sister under her bedsheet. She was facing toward the wall, but her form was clearly outlined by the thin sheet.

Miley could see Daria’s hips thrusting, bucking in her sleep. Miley felt her entire body hot with arousal as she watched. Every sound Daria made thrilled Miley like crazy. Her sounds were so sexy, so erotic, so… hot with passion. Miley felt every nerve in her body on fire as she contemplated the possibility that her sister was dreaming about her again. And then, she heard it.

“Oh… Oh Miley! Ye – Uh! Mmph!”

Her name, Miley, coming from her sister’s passionate, breathy voice. Miley’s eyelids fluttered closed and her breathing increased. She was getting so hot. And then, a few more squeals from her sister, and it was quiet.

Miley silently cursed. It was over way too quickly. She quickly closed her eyes and listened as Daria’s breathing slowed, and heard her turn over. She was awake.

Miley dared not make a single move. Miley desperately wished it would have gone on just a little bit longer. But it didn’t. And now she was stuck waiting.

She heard Daria sigh in frustration, then toss and turn for a while. Miley had no concept of time and didn’t know how late it was or how long she had been listening. All she knew was that there was no way she was going back to sleep.

She just lay there, replaying the events over and over again in her head. Daria’s heavy panting, the form of her body… her gently thrusting hips, her squeals, calling out her sister’s name in the heat of the moment. Miley had never felt so thrilled and turned on in her life. But she couldn’t do anything about it, which also meant she had never been so frustrated before.

The rest of the night was a blur. She was surprised when her alarm rang. It had felt like only a few minutes had gone by, yet at the same time, it felt like hours had passed.

Miley was suddenly wide awake, her body instantly filled with adrenaline and purpose. She thought quickly. She figured she should keep the routine exactly the same so Daria wouldn’t suspect anything. So she got up first, heading to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She realized this is when Daria must be changing. Her heart pounded with anticipation of what she would do when she came out of the bathroom.

After she was done, she walked out of the bathroom, saying “Hi,” to her sister as casually as possible. As usual, Daria seemed a little flustered, muttered a “Hi,”  and headed to the bathroom.

Miley tried to be as casual as possible as she snuck a peek down at her sister’s crotch. She didn’t really get a good look, but as far as she could tell there was no wet spot, which meant Daria had already changed.

As soon as Daria closed the door to the bathroom, Miley tip-toed to the hamper, her heart pounding like crazy. She quietly lifted the lid and her heart skipped as she saw a rumpled pair of panties right on top that weren’t hers. She bit her lip and reached down to touch them. They were warm!

Every nerve in her body trembled with excitement as she picked them up and carefully began to examine them. Immediately she saw that the crotch was wet. Very wet. Her breathing grew shallower and her heart beat even faster. She turned the crotch panel inside out and was shocked to find a considerable amount of slimy, slightly creamy fluid smeared across the inside. Her knees grew weak. This was her sister’s arousal. Gingerly, she took her index finger and wiped up some of it. It was thicker and slimier than hers. She brought it to her nose and it had a similar smell to her own, but with clearly distinct characteristics that belonged just to Daria.

Her entire body tingled with an intense desire and arousal she hadn’t quite expected. She suddenly had powerful urges that shocked and surprised her. She brought her sister’s panties closer to her nose and inhaled. The arousal only got stronger. She suddenly began to wonder what it tasted like. She felt a heavy burning between her legs and had an incredible desire to touch herself, to alleviate that itch. But could she do that while Daria was still in the bathroom?

Suddenly she heard the toilet flush. Daria would be out soon. In a flash, she closed the lid of the hamper and took her sister’s panties, quickly sliding them under her pillow. They would have to wait for later. She tried to look and act as normal as possible as Daria came out of the bathroom, but she doubted she was doing a very good job.

***

All day long, Miley kept thinking about her sister’s panties under her pillow. How she longed to look at them again. Would her sister’s fluids still be on them or would they have dried up? Would they still smell like they did that morning? She couldn’t wait to find out the answers to these questions. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to them after school – Daria usually went into their room to do homework. They would have to wait until that evening after Daria fell asleep. And that was incredibly frustrating for Miley.

The entire day had been one long wait for Miley. And, of course, that night, as the girls were getting ready for bed, Miley wasn’t the least bit tired. In fact, she’d never been so excited and energized in her life.

When they settled in bed and the lights were out, Miley knew she would have to wait until Daria was asleep, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep herself excited until then. She carefully slipped her hand under her pillow and felt around until she felt her sister’s panties.

Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she slid them around between her fingers. She very carefully felt every single inch of them and could clearly tell where the crotch was because it was still ever so slightly damp. That thrilled Miley like crazy and caused her to squeeze her legs together tightly. Miley lay like this for a long time, just letting the anticipation build as she waited for her sister to fall asleep.

It seemed like forever until Daria finally did fall asleep, but Miley was careful, waiting until she heard her sister’s soft, rhythmic breathing. Once she was sure Daria was asleep, her heart began beating quickly again as her excitement grew.

Very slowly, she began to pull her sister’s panties out from underneath her pillow. She held them to her face and began to sniff them, feeling her entire body grow incredibly aroused as she contemplated the fact that this smell was her sister’s arousal.

Immediately she squeezed her legs together, feeling her entire body tingle. She felt a heavy throbbing between her legs and squeezed her legs together harder, rocking her hips slightly. This felt good, but not good enough.

She rolled onto her stomach and pressed her hips against her mattress. She sighed deeply, her sister’s panties still against her face. This felt better. Much better. She began grinding her hips around on the mattress, breathing in her sister’s scent over and over. Such wonderful, incredible things were happening to her young body, thrilling her like crazy.

As she ground her hips around, her head kept pushing into her pillow – a minor annoyance. Then, suddenly, she had an idea. She looked over at Daria, making sure she was still asleep. Satisfied that she was, Miley carefully took her pillow and slid it down, pulling it next to her. She then rolled her hips to one side and stuffed her pillow between herself and the bed. When she rolled back onto it, her eyes rolled back in her head. Yes! This was IT!

She pushed her hips into the pillow and her jaw dropped open. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She placed her sister’s panties on the bed in front of her face so she could lean down and sniff them whenever she wanted. She began grinding her hips into the pillow and her eyelids fluttered closed as she gasped in pleasure.

Miley pictured Daria in bed, bucking her hips, panting, crying out Miley’s name, getting her panties wet with her fluids. Miley bit her lip to keep from crying out and leaned down to press her nose against her sister’s panties. She breathed them in over and over, grinding her hips harder and tighter into her pillow.

The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was intense beyond her wildest dreams. She pumped her hips harder and pictured her sister having an orgasm.

“MMPH!” she squealed and suddenly everything in her body exploded. A pleasure she’d never known seized her, so intense that her entire body froze up, causing her to tremble over and over. It was so powerful and so wonderful and so incredible, she bore down hard against her pillow, desperate to prolong this sensation as long as she could.

She held the image of her beautiful sister in her head, panting and trembling in her own orgasm, thinking of Daria. It was so powerful, Miley came a second time, her entire body shuddering over and over, her nostrils filled with the scent of her sister’s sex. She had no idea anything could feel so incredible.

When it was over, Miley could barely move. She just lay limply on her bed, panting heavily. She felt a heavy bliss settle over her and her eyelids quickly got very heavy.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn’t stay like this. Mustering all her strength, she rolled her hips to the side, pulled the pillow out from under her, and threw it back at the head of her bed, covering her sister’s panties with it. She plopped her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and fell into a wonderful, incredibly deep sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 3!