Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda

1796 – New York 

My shames were never-ending, it seemed, in Josephine’s care. I had been there a month and had been allowed only on Mondays to don clothing. She would take me with her to the weekly party where I served the tea, and when I did not have other duties I would kneel quietly next to her.

We would no sooner enter the coach to return home than she would order me out of my dress. Perhaps the sole saving grace was that I knew Josephine employed only women in her home, save the coach driver.

I was bathed and perfumed every day, as I believe she was as well. I would take breakfast in my room, served by Sandra, and then I was expected to join Josephine in her parlor. I would kneel at her feet as she read to me or played her harp. Often she would order me to serve her, and dutifully I obliged.

If she toured her estate, I could always be found in tow, five paces behind her. If she visited her stables or her kennels, there I was, my head bowed, my eyes lowered, five paces behind her, expected to silently accompany her.

I endured the giggles and insults and prodding of the women at the tea party, as they knew what Josephine did with me, but in their teasing I could hear some element of envy. Josephine was not unlike Catherine in many respects, and there were those who would give anything to take my place.

I must admit that at the time I doubted what I might be learning, but was determined to persevere. Catherine occupied a nearly godlike place in my heart and she had endured this very treatment. It had served to make her strong and confident and if it could do that for her, surely it would do the same for me.

I met with what I believe even to this day to be the greatest humiliation I endured on a particular Monday after our tea party when Josephine did not order me to undress once we reached the coach. It was fall and cooler now, and so I assumed she pitied my nakedness in the cold air. Indeed throughout the winter I was allowed to remain in my underclothing in both home and coach, but that was not why she let me keep my dress on that evening.

We rode through Manhattan until we came to an alley where the coachman stopped and helped us out. I could hear laughter and noise coming from the building across the street, and looking at it, I found it was a tavern. I wondered as we approached if this place was at all like Catherine’s, though I had been told that no such place existed in New York City.

We entered to find a very ordinary tavern. Josephine ordered ale for us and we sat quietly at a table drinking while a man played the piano and a woman sang. I did not know it, but Josephine had a reason for bringing us here. She knew people all over the city, and not all of them were the very rich.

A bar maid approached the table and Josephine smiled up at her. The girl sat down, averting her eyes from my escort but looking me over carefully. “This is Caroline,” Josephine told me.

“Pleased to meet you,” I said. She smiled and bowed her head quickly. Her attention, though not her eyes, returned to Josephine.

“M’lady, I did not expect to see you again,” she said.

“Come now, dear, you know you’ll always be near to my heart.”

The girl smiled but kept her eyes low. I watched this quietly, believing that this girl must have been under my mistress’s care at some time. I felt a note of jealousy, and it surprised me. More so, I wondered why we were here.

Caroline brought us another ale each. She joined us again and I noticed that the bartender scowled but did not say anything. The girl sat sipping rum while we drank.

I had begun feeling a bit dizzy by the time we left the tavern. Caroline came with us. Josephine stopped us in the alley before we reached the carriage and pressed the bar maid against the wall. She kissed her as she reached between the girl’s legs and massaged her sex. Caroline gave a shudder and immediately began rocking her hips. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, m’lady,” she whispered.

My mistress stepped away from the girl, leaving her leaning panting against the wall. “Serve her,” Josephine ordered as she stepped past me.

I gasped and shook my head. We easily could be seen from the street if anyone were to look, and I dared not do such a thing.

“Why do you hesitate?” Josephine growled at me, stepping close. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to where Caroline leaned against the wall. “Serve her,” she spat, as she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I looked up, quite frightened, to find Caroline appearing concerned.

“You’ll get the glove,” she whispered. “Do as she bids.”

“Listen to her, girl,” Josephine said from behind me.

I nodded my head and said what I had come to realize I must always have to say. “If it pleases you, my mistress.”

Filled with shame, I lifted Caroline’s dress, finding that, like my mistress, she wore only a garter belt and stockings. I covered my head with the dress and leaned close. She smelled wonderful and I felt my belly tighten.

I covered her sex with my mouth and began to lick and suck her clitoris. The girl moved her hips in a slow undulation as I lapped at her juices. I could hear her moaning and it excited me.

For all of the shame and fear I felt, I could not help but revel in the act. She tasted wonderful and I so loved performing this forbidden kiss. It was too exquisite to miss out on, and I wondered how normal women managed to find any joy in life at all.

I continued licking her juices and teasing her clitoris with my tongue. My fingers were buried inside her sex and I pumped them in and out as she ground her hips against my hand.

Caroline gasped and began moving more quickly. I increased the pressure I was putting on her sex with my tongue, while driving my fingers deeper within. The girl slapped her hands against the wall and groaned, clearly trying to keep her voice down. I sucked her and drew out her orgasm for as long as I could.

When at last I had finished, I withdrew from under her dress and stood, wiping my chin on my glove. Caroline stood next to me catching her breath. I glanced up at Josephine to see she looked quite satisfied.

“Get in to the coach girl,” she ordered, and I did as I was told.

I listened as the two talked quietly for just a moment before Josephine dismissed the girl. I saw Caroline hurry across the street and back into the tavern. My mistress soon entered the carriage and ordered me out of my clothing.

I had thought as we arrived home that the night had ended. It was late, and when Josephine sent me to my bedchamber, I thought surely I was meant to go to sleep. It was not until several minutes after I had climbed beneath the covers that she came to my room and ordered me out of bed.

She moved toward me slowly, hands behind her back. “I had so feared I would not get to use this on you, girl. After all you’re the perfect slut for me.” She brought her arms forward and on her right hand I saw a long black leather glove. Caroline’s warning immediately sprang to mind.

Josephine grabbed my arm and pushed me over the edge of the bed. I hardly had time to think before she drew back her hand and brought it down upon my bare buttocks with a thunderous slap. I cried out in shock, humiliation, and pain. Again she brought her hand down and I felt tears well in my eyes.

“Don’t cry out again, or it’s two more,” she warned me. “Now thank me for my love.”

“Thank you, mistress,” I sobbed.

“Beg me for another.”

I hesitated, and this was enough to cause her to bring her hand down again. I grunted from the pain.

“Please my mistress, another.” And she obliged. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was outraged, humiliated, ashamed and worse than anything, rather stimulated. She struck me three more times, forcing me to thank her and beg for more.

“You swore an oath,” she said, pulling me up and turning me about. “From now on, you shall always do as you are told, shall you not?”

Tears in my eyes, I was trembling and sobbing, but nodded my head dutifully. “If it pleases you, my mistress.”

I slept little that night. In the morning when Sandra opened the heavy curtains over my windows, she found me lying on my belly, naked in my bed, tear stains dried on my cheeks. I hardly noticed the mournful look she gave me.

“We’ve all had the glove,” she said sadly as she sat down next to me.

“You were her student?”

“It does not matter,” Sandra responded, shaking her head. She began stroking my back, and this comforted me. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. “Still, it is not such a bad place to be, miss.”

I looked up at her and tried to smile. “Did you know what she was when you came here?” I asked.

“We’re all here because of her… appetites.” She looked down at me. “None of us on the staff would choose a man if there was any other option. She finds us… I don’t know how.” A smile played at her lips. “She does take good care of us, miss.”

“Have you ever been with any woman save her?”

“Indeed. She hosts small gatherings from time to time. When she hasn’t a… student, then Temperance and I entertain her guests.”

“Entertain?” I asked, afraid to know. Sandra giggled. She parted her lips and wiggled her tongue quickly, then glanced down between her legs.

“Come, miss, it’s time to bathe.”

Sandra bathed me as usual, but somehow seemed more gentle that day. Most of the time it seemed dutiful, done with such care as one might clean dishes. Today though it was, almost, loving.

For weeks, I followed Josephine’s every instruction. I curtsied, I thanked her for her harshness, I followed behind her, all the while naked. I realized as time went on that my nakedness did not shame me as once it had. When she was away in town, I often strode about, speaking with confidence to the staff. But it was never far from my mind, what I was. “If it pleases you, my mistress.” The words rang in my head. I went to sleep with that being the last thing I said, and woke whispering them.

I had been warned that Josephine held small parties at her home on occasion. I also understood that I, being her student, would provide the entertainment in the form of carnal delights. I was afraid. I did not know what would be expected of me exactly, as Sandra had not been clear.

Soon I would find out, however. On a particular night, I would learn everything. I was made up and given a lovely wig to wear. I was not provided clothing, though, and felt a bit of trepidation at the thought of appearing naked before the women of the tea party.

They began to arrive just after sunset. I was to greet them at the door and escort them to the parlor. No one seemed to notice my nakedness. Or at least, much to my relief, they did not speak of it.

When everyone was accounted for, I left the entry hall and joined the others in the parlor, kneeling at Josephine’s feet. She treated us all to absinthe that night and we were quite dazed when we were called for dinner.

Josephine’s students did receive one honor amid their shames. At dinner parties they sat at her right hand. Thus, naked and silent, I took my place.

We ate with occasional conversation. Or, should I say instead, we ate, and they conversed. I was to remain strictly silent, lest I offend one of her guests. It was a fine meal, and when it was done we were served another helping of absinthe. I was feeling dizzy and quite warm. There was sweat on my forehead when we returned to Josephine’s parlor.

They traded tales of their travels and lives. It was then I learned that not only had Constance been married, but Mary had as well. The difference was that Mary had left her husband in London shortly after meeting Constance. They had never divorced but she had not seen him in eight years.

The other girls proved to be equally as colorful. I could hardly help myself enjoying the tales when my place in the house was made clear to me again.

Ruth stood up and glanced at Josephine. My mistress tapped my shoulder and leaned close. “Find Sandra and do as Ruth bids you,” she ordered. I nodded my head, of course, and spoke my motto.

We left the parlor and went straight to the kitchen where Sandra was helping with the night’s dishes. “Sandra,” I called. She looked up at me, then over my shoulder at Ruth. She quickly bowed her head and followed us up to one of the house’s many guest rooms.

Sandra knelt and motioned for me to do the same. “How may we please you, m’lady?” she asked.

“Oh, dear, how indeed,” came the reply. “I do so love to see a lady lower herself to make love to the help.”

I supposed that I must be the lady. This was not so terrible, I thought to myself. Sandra was a sweet girl, and I had made love in front of others more than once. The maid and I began to kiss and caress one another. I had no clothing to remove, but it was almost instinctive for me to begin removing Sandra’s dress.

“Call her your slut,” Ruth whispered. I was not sure whom she had addressed until I glanced at her and found she was looking at me.

“It’s fine, miss. I shan’t be hurt,” Sandra whispered in my ear.

“You’re my slut, aren’t you,” I said, trying to sound alluring. Sandra nodded her head in silence. “Say it. Say you’re my slut.”

“Indeed, miss, I shall always be your slut.”

During that moment I felt a kind of power. It was most unusual. I found that I could understand the appeal of having a sexual slave. A girl who would do your bidding no matter what you asked. One who was totally subservient to you. I understood that appeal, though did not find it especially appealing myself.

I lay with Sandra on the bed, I on my back, she on top of me, each with her face buried in the crotch of the other. I thought that this might be all that Ruth would want, when I felt her climbing onto the bed. I looked to find her undressing. In a moment she had taken Sandra’s place between my legs.

“And sometimes, I must admit,” she began, “I enjoy being the lady degraded.” She provided expert service to my sex, and I could tell this was something that she was dearly enjoying.

As I lay there enjoying Ruth’s attentions, Sandra began to buck her hips more deliberately. She was kneeling over me and I found I could not use my fingers easily. I lapped at her opening and drove my tongue deep inside. She sighed softly, then fell forward shuddering and trembling.

When she lay down on the bed, I smiled to myself. I liked her, and I was glad I had gotten the chance to gratify her. It was not long before, with the taste of Sandra’s sex still on my lips, I began to feel an orgasm building within me. I rocked my hips and raised my knees. Ruth drove her fingers deep inside my body and I pushed hard against her hand.

As I cried out with ecstasy, Ruth reached even more deeply into me and sucked hard on my clitoris. Waves of pleasure washed over me and I climaxed a second time almost immediately.

I pulled myself up and sat smiling down at Ruth. She lay on the bed on her back looking up at me and smiling back. I looked over to see Sandra watching us intently.

“Sandra dear,” I began. Her attention focused on me. “Be a dear and serve her, do you mind?” Sandra nodded happily and began making her way down Ruth’s body, kissing and licking her.

When she had reached the woman’s sex and began to provide her the tender attention I had enjoyed, I moved across the bed and began kissing Ruth’s mouth. Our tongues seemed to struggle together. When we parted, I moved down her throat, gently kissing her, until I reached her breasts and covered a nipple with my mouth, rolling the other between my fingers.

The woman grunted and moaned. She thrashed her body and I felt myself stimulated by her response to our efforts. I turned my attention to her other nipple and began moving my hand down her body to stroke her belly.

Ruth arched her back, thrusting her sex toward Sandra. I covered her mouth with my own as she climaxed under the maid’s attentions. When I broke our kiss, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. She then reached down between her legs and coaxed Sandra to slide up and lie with her.

We remained there for a time before Josephine found us all in the guest room. “Come along, Ruth dear, you can’t stay with them all night,” she said. Ruth obliged, calling on Sandra to help her get dressed.

The maid returned to her duties and I mine. I was called on again that night, by Helen, but she made the entire experience feel as if I were doing a tedious chore, and I must say I was all too glad when it was over and she left me alone on the bed without a word.

I had been in Josephine’s home exactly two months. I awoke to Sandra opening the curtains. I rolled on my back and smiled as I stretched. Sandra soon came to my bedside and waited quietly for me to get up. By now she had already drawn my bath.

I got up and crossed the room to where my tub sat. I lowered myself into the warm water closing my eyes and waiting for Sandra to begin washing me. I enjoyed her soft touch as she cleaned me. After some time she reached between my legs with a cloth to wash my sex, and I opened my eyes. She stared at me as she moved her hand slowly between my legs.

We were both caught up in the moment but that was all it could be, a moment. “Forgive me, miss,” she said pulling her hand away. “We’d both get the glove if the mistress knew.” I understood. When ordered to do so I could make love to anyone at all, but only when under Josephine’s orders.

Disappointed and feeling that we would never be able to simply enjoy making love, I climbed from the tub and dried myself. I walked with Sandra to the dining hall and waited patiently for Josephine to join me.

“Do you know how long you’ve been with me?” she asked. I was not sure if I were meant to answer. Eventually she gestured with her hand permitting me to speak.

“Two months today is it not, mistress?”

“Indeed. Your initiation time has ended and now the real training shall begin.” She finished her meal, then lit a cigar before speaking again. “We have so short a time together, girl, I simply cannot take more of it to prepare you.”

Prepare me? I thought. I wondered what terrible things I would endure now if my past two months had been but preparation. What would she ask of me now? I felt fear. I felt as if perhaps I had made a grave error in judgement by agreeing to come into her home.

“Tonight I shall grant you the freedom to do anything you would like to do,” she laughed. “I’ve seen the way you look upon Sandra. Well, tonight shall be your only chance…”

“If it pleases you, my mistress,” I said. I did not need to consider any other possibilities.

“It does, girl.” She drew on her cigar.

I was quite excited by the prospect of having Sandra to myself that night. I could only hope that she would want it. This was not the same as the party, where we were performing our duties. That night I should only make love to her if she so desired.

The day wore on slowly and I found myself touring the grounds with Josephine. We passed the kennels and I noticed that one of the bitches had born her pups. I was happy for Josephine as I knew she had paid a handsome sum for the stud services of the father. It added new blood to the line she was developing, though, and that was critical.

We finished our tour with the stables. I loved the steeds. I had never had any interest when I was with Catherine, but since coming here I had begun to enjoy feeding them hay from my hand and sugar cubes as well.

“Come along, girl,” Josephine ordered. I brushed my hands together and turned, waiting until she took five steps before I followed. I had to be careful because she had not granted me freedom until the evening, and even then I was not sure exactly what she considered free. What was worse, I daren’t ask, as she had yet to grant me permission to speak.

We entered the house and I took my place at her feet in the parlor as she read to me. When she had finished the chapter she was reading, she moved to her harp and began strumming it.

I watched her, wondering about her. Catherine had been neath her wing a time and Madeline learned from Catherine. They both chose to dress as men, but Josephine did no such thing and did not dress me at all. I wondered to myself if I would wish to dress as a man when I was done with my time here. I hoped not, as I did so love being a proper lady.

I had also come to understand why both Catherine and Madeline insisted on bathing very nearly every day. It seemed to me that this was learned from Josephine. I did not mind, though. A warm bath every day felt wonderful and seemed to soothe me.

“Have you something to say, girl?” Josephine asked, pausing from the harp. She’d apparently noticed that I seemed to be contemplating something.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“It does, girl.”

“May I wear a dress tonight?” My heart was pounding in my chest. I was afraid she would deny me.

“Of course, girl, all the more enjoyable to take you out of.” I bowed my head and remained in my place until dinner was called.

While I ate, I found myself becoming quite excited at the thought of coming to Sandra properly dressed. I could only hope that she would fancy it and wish to come to my bed.

When we finished, Josephine took me up to my room and rang the servants’ bell. Sandra came right away, but was sent to get Temperance instead. Tonight Sandra would not be a servant. Her only duty was to herself.

I was brought my finest dress, the lovely red one made of velvet, the one in which I had first appeared before Josephine. With Temperance’s help I donned it, and then they departed the room, leaving me alone. I was left to approach Sandra by myself. Josephine would not come with me, as this was not to be a mandate of hers.

Sandra had been dismissed early from her duties and I knew I would find her in her room in the servant’s quarters. I went to her door and tapped it gently with my gloved hand. A moment passed and she answered, surprised to see me. I think it had not occurred to her why she had been given the night off.

“You look lovely, miss,” she said, smiling at me.

“Thank you, Sandra, but tonight you must call me Elizabeth.”

“As you wish, miss.” She curtsied quickly, but I shook my head.

“No, you must see me as the same as you tonight.”

She looked at me a moment, curious.

“Will you come to the parlor with me, m’lady?” I asked, offering my arm to her.

She stood a time staring at me before she took my arm and allowed me to accompany her to the parlor. When we arrived, we found Josephine playing her harp. I saw Sandra to a sofa, then went to my mistress. She looked up at me and nodded my permission to speak.

“If it pleases you, my mistress,” I said.

“It does.”

“Might I beg a taste of your absinthe for myself and my companion?”

Josephine smiled, almost laughing, and gestured toward the mantle upon which the bottle sat. She stood from the stool before the instrument, looking first to me and then Sandra.

“And I,” she said happily, “I bid you both good night.”

My lovely companion’s eyes widened slightly, and I could see that she was quite confused by all that was happening.

I began to blow out the candles until the room was lit by only a few. I came to Sandra on the sofa and knelt before her, taking her hand. I pressed my lips to her fingers and kissed, keeping my eyes on her. She giggled, blushed, and shied from my gaze. “Miss, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I fear I am doing the best job of courtship I might in the short time we have,” I told her.

“Courtship, miss?”

“I beg you, m’lady, call me Elizabeth tonight.”

She nodded her head briefly.

“Have none of her other students ever fancied you, dear?” I asked.

“No, I should say not,” she replied. “And she often uses me in her games with them. So I beg you, do not take a shine to me either, for I fear that I shall be made to do terrible things to you.”

“If it is you, m’lady, I think it shall not be so terrible,” I smiled.

I did not want to think about what was in my future. I wanted only to focus on this night and my short time of freedom. I stood and began to lay pillows upon the floor. I took the absinthe, the spoon, the sugar, and the glasses, and set them close by then went to Sandra.

“Come dear, sit with me a time.” I took her hand and led her to the pillows where we sat.

We talked quietly, as I attempted to get her to call me Elizabeth, but she could not. In time we drank the absinthe and, giddy with it, began to kiss as we lay in the pillows.

This is what I wanted, but I had to know if it was her desire as well. “Sandra, look at me,” I told her, holding her chin and tilting her head toward me. “You mustn’t think this is your duty, dear. If you do not desire me, you must tell me so.”

She looked long into my eyes. I feared she was building the courage to tell me she did not want this when she smiled. “I do desire you, miss,” she finally said. “You are ever so lovely and kind.”

I smiled as I blushed. I was dizzy from the drink as I began kissing her again. But I did not want to make love here. I wanted her to join me in my bed. If she did, then no matter what happened, every time I lay in it I would have her memory to comfort me.

I replaced the absinthe and its paraphernalia, then helped Sandra to her feet. I offered my arm and after blowing out all but one of the candles, which I took with us for light, I led her to my room.

I set the candle upon the night table next to my bed and turned to her. She looked so beautiful in the flickering light my heart nearly skipped a beat. “Sandra, I want you so,” I said as I pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues met and I pulled her close.

I began to help her off with her dress, then slid her onto my bed, keeping my lips pressed to hers. “Do you truly want me, miss?” she asked, pulling away.

“Like nothing I’ve ever known,” I told her. “You make me quiver with excitement.”

“As do you for me.”

She started to undo my dress and I shed it as quickly as I could. I nearly laughed as Josephine’s words repeated in my head: ‘All the more enjoyable to take you out of.’

I hardly felt a thing being naked before her, but I could tell that she was shy even in the candlelight. “So lovely,” I whispered. I crawled over her, licking her flesh as I did. She trembled beneath me, encouraging me.

Our lips and tongues met again. I caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Her lips quavered and her breath grew short. I felt her soft hands running along my sides while we kissed deeply.

I slid down and encompassed a nipple with my mouth, suckling it, biting it playfully and lapping at it. She ran her fingers through my hair and that was almost more exciting to me than her nails dragging along my back.

I took my time, kissing and licking down her body until I came to her mons. I ran my fingers through her soft hair then teased her sex. “I beg you, miss,” she whispered. “I beg you, no.”

I bit at her thighs and dragged my tongue around her folds. As she grew more stimulated she would become wetter and that was what I wanted.

At long last, I leaned forward and pushed my tongue deep into her. She drew a long deep breath and pushed herself toward me. I drew my tongue up and swirled it around her clitoris, rewarded by her moans and her juices.

I lapped at her as if I needed her sex to sustain me, and at that moment perhaps I did. I pushed my fingers deep within her, sliding them in and out slowly at first, but growing in speed and depth as she rocked her hips more furiously.

She hooked her knees over my shoulders, and I remember thinking to myself how wonderful it felt. She urged me forward, rocking her hips faster now. I knew her orgasm to be building as she moaned and gasped.

Sandra clutched at the bed sheets and pushed her sex toward me. She was digging her heels into my back and I was loving the sweet pain of it.

Her legs fell from my back, and I rose up smiling down on her. I kissed her body and climbed over her until I could kiss her lips.

“Oh, miss, you’re so wonderful,” she said breathlessly. I kissed her again. She shifted on the bed, sliding her leg between mine, and one of mine between hers in turn. She lifted her thigh until she could press it against my sex and began rocking on the bed in steady rhythm.

I moved with her, then realized that she had pressed her own sex into my leg. I found myself even more excited knowing we were both sharing in the same sensations.

We kissed and I held and squeezed her breasts as she teased my nipples with her fingers. I could feel her wetness on my leg. The knowledge of it inspired me to move faster and press harder against her thigh.

We rocked and kissed, our tongues tangling together until at last I began to feel that first tingle that told me a climax was not far off. I bent my head down, laying my forehead against her chest and pushing harder against her leg. She began to grind on my thigh with more force.

Knowing that she to grew close pushed me over the edge, and within only a moment I trembled and shuddered with my orgasm.

I had hardly begun when Sandra threw back her head and thrust her nethers hard against my leg. We moved together in time with one another, kissing as we climaxed.

In time it subsided, and I lay next to her, catching my breath. “Won’t you stay the night here with me?” I asked her.

“I shouldn’t, miss.”

“But you must. How could I bear to wake up without you?”

“Then I shall,” she finally agreed.

I wrapped my arms around her. She rolled on her side pressing her back against me and I lay kissing her neck for a moment before I nuzzled against her and closed my eyes.

In the morning Sandra was the first to rise as she always was. She opened my curtains, then bid me wait for her to return. She still had to go and wake the mistress.

When Sandra returned she did so with hot water and poured it in the tub. She left and returned with more until the tub was full and at the perfect temperature. She took my hand and led me to the bath, where I sat quietly while she washed me.

“Miss?” she said, gaining my attention. “You must know that no matter what I am made to do, I am sorry, I do not mean it.”

I smiled at her.

“I beg you, please forgive me the shames I shall visit upon you.” She looked very sad and this inspired fear in me.

Forgiveness… it’s a strange thing, for in the church and out in the world it is assumed that a transgression has occurred and that the transgressor begs pardon for the act. But that isn’t what it is, not as the nuns had taught me. As I understand the Catholics now, however, I see that what the nuns spoke of was against the very doctrine of their church. Forgiveness, I was taught, is a pardon given in advance by one, out of love, for a crime yet to be committed and without knowing the injury that may be inflicted upon one’s self. Forgiveness is a determination and a promise to bear no ill will even after the hypothetical transgression is made and the pain of it visited upon you. This is why the word is forgiven and not something else. It is pardon given in advance. One simply cannot forgive what already has passed. One can only accept an apology after the deed is done. Forgiveness is an oath.

And so it was with this in mind that I gave just such an oath to Sandra.

“I forgive you,” I said. Hearing this, though, did not seem to relieve her distress at all.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Unfastened Belts

At home, we put our swimwear in the laundry, then ate dinner. Afterwards, Mom and Dad plopped down on the couch to watch TV. Bo and I said our good nights and retreated upstairs.

“I’m gonna be on my computer,” I told Bo when we got to my room.

“Are you really?” Bo asked, sounding a little crestfallen.

“Why, what do you wanna do?” I asked her, grinning.

“Uhm. I think you know,” she said meekly.

I shrugged. “Clueless.”

“Can we, um, cuddle?” Bo asked awkwardly.

“Your bed or mine?”

“Yaaaay!” she exclaimed, beaming. “Mine.”

“Okay.” I grinned. “Gonna be right over. Let me change into my pyjamas.”

“Oh yeah. See you in a minute!”

She went into her room, leaving the door ajar. I changed into my pyjamas while Bo did the same. I could hear the fluffing of her blanket as she crawled into bed. “Come on over,” she called.

My heart fluttered as I entered my sister’s room. The ceiling light was off, the room illuminated by soft, low light from her red-shaded bedside lamp. Only Bo’s head was visible above the blanket. The smile she gave me was innocent and sweet, but I found myself turned on all the same.

She scooted over as I slipped into her bed. I made myself comfortable, facing her. We just looked at each other for a while.

“You’re so beautiful,” I told her. “I have the biggest crush on you.”

“Awwww. I think you’re beautiful, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We fell silent for a bit.

“I can’t believe that we’re… in love now,” Bo said.

“Me either. Alright, bedtime!” I put my hand over her face and covered her eyes.

“Heeey!” she protested, giggling. “It’s not bedtime yet. You said it was cuddle time!”

“I lied,” I told her, my hand still over her eyes. “It’s kissing time.”

I moved in and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped at the unexpected contact, then let out her breath in a shuddering sigh. I could feel her body trembling next to mine. I removed my hand from her face, but her eyes stayed closed as she eased into the kiss. Her warm breath caressed me.

“I forgot just how good this feels,” she murmured, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s only been a couple of hours, and I already miss it.”

She wrapped an arm around me, pressing her body against mine as we kissed. I felt heat building inside my chest, my pelvis, everywhere.

“Hold on,” I told her, coming up for air. “Can we try something?”

“Yeah,” she said.

I laughed. “You don’t even wanna know what it is?”

“No,” she said earnestly, looking into me with wide brown eyes.

“Oh, God,” I said, feeling overwhelmed. She trusts me, and she’s just as into this as I am. “Okay. Close your eyes and open your mouth a little.”

She did just that. I put my mouth back on Bo’s, matching the shape of her parted lips. Then I inched my tongue forward until it made contact with hers.

Immediately, she moaned. “Ohhhh!” Her breath quickened.

I kept moving the tip of my tongue against hers. Excitement pulsed through me like electricity. Once Bo got over her initial shock, she began to respond. Gently, gently, the tips of our tongues danced between our opened lips. I felt like my hair was standing on end. Small “mmm” sounds kept coming from Bo’s throat. Hearing them made my pussy ache. I started sliding my mouth against hers, drawing away from and back into our kiss. In between, Bo teased my lips with her tongue, sending crazy feelings throughout my body.

Cupping Bo’s face with my hand, I squirmed as close to her as possible. Our kisses were getting wild, almost frantic. We’re making out, I thought. I’m making out with my sister.

Bo tried to push her top leg in between mine. Instinctively, I let her do just that. I was halfway on my back now. Bo’s knee was near my crotch, not quite making contact but making me ache for it. I moaned.

Bo drew away from the kiss. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, catching my breath. “I’m just horny.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I’m really turned on. It means I wanna… touch myself.” I glanced down between us.

Bo followed my gaze. “Oh.” She looked back at me with wide eyes, her cheeks red. “Your pussy?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“You can if you want to,” she whispered bashfully.

My mind was swimming with reasons why I shouldn’t do this, why it was a bad idea, but my pussy was positively throbbing, probably soaking wet by now, and my beautiful little sister was right here, pressed up against me, her face inches from mine, encouraging me to masturbate.

I put my mouth against Bo’s and drew a soft little kiss out of her. Our lips were still moist from making out. My pelvic area was glowing with erotic heat.

“Okay,” I said, looking behind me. “But I really oughta close our doors first.”

“Good idea.”

Bo withdrew her leg from between mine. Right away I yearned to have it back there, have her knee pressing against my crotch, but I forced myself to get up and close the door to my room, then hers.

Bo looked up at me from her bed, childlike and beautiful. And oh God, I was so hot for her. I knelt down on the bed straddling her, the blanket between our bodies. I leaned down and kissed her, shivering with pleasure when our tongues started to dance again. My hair was falling around our faces, creating an intimate curtain, hot and close and blurry. Bo squirmed beneath me, her body undulating against mine. My hips were moving of their own accord, shifting around, looking for friction. I was hungry for Bo and my kisses got sloppier as my need grew more intense. She was trying to keep pace, but I worried that all of this might be overwhelming her.

I forced myself to stop, pulling away from Bo just a bit. My hair was still curtaining off our faces. We were both panting hard in this little cave that was our world.

“Lisa,” Bo said, her voice somehow both husky and small.

“Yeah?” Bo didn’t respond, still catching her breath, looking up at me with dreamy eyes. Feeling naughty and very horny, in a sultry whisper I asked, “You want me to masturbate?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Rising up, I climbed off of Bo. She scooted over to make room. I slipped under the blanket and settled in next to her, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. Bo sensed my nervousness. She smiled at me and parted her lips, wordlessly inviting me to kiss her.

It was tender, cozy, sisterly. It left no room for tension, no room for anything but warm, mushy feelings of love and desire. Staring into Bo’s eyes, I reached underneath the blanket and hooked my thumbs inside my pyjamas and panties, lifted my hips, pulled them down until my butt was uncovered, then lay back. My breath was trembling, my eyes still locked on Bo’s. I’m about to get off next to my baby sister.

I slid a hand down over my belly to my mons. With my legs barely open, my index and pinky finger glided over my thighs as the two inner fingers slid down to rest lightly on my pussy lips. I gasped at the contact, finding myself even wetter than I’d thought.

“Yeah?” Bo enquired gently.

“Yeah. I’m really wet,” I told her.

Her eyes widened. “Wet?”

“Yeah. Your pussy gets that way when you masturbate.” Maybe she hasn’t done it after all, I thought.

I took my hand from beneath the blanket and held it up. Even from here, I could smell myself. I spread my fingers apart, showing off how they glistened with my juices. “Wow,” Bo said.

I was tempted to lick them clean, but I thought Bo might be grossed out by that. Instead, I slipped my hand underneath the blanket and back between my thighs, dragging the two fingers up and down my wet lips, avoiding my clit for the moment. Even just teasing myself like this felt incredible as I lost myself in Bo’s gaze.

“You make me feel so hot inside,” I told her.

“I do?”

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to touch myself all day.”

I inhaled sharply as my middle finger found my clit for the first time that night. I kept teasing myself, running my fingers all around my wet flesh and through my soaked slit, just making occasional contact with my clit.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Like heaven,” I sighed.

“You don’t mind that I’m watching?”

“Just makes it more intense.”

I whimpered as I began to focus on my clit. My touch was light at first, but it still felt incredible.

“Fuck.”

“Hmm?”

“It just feels so good… especially with you next to me…”

Suddenly Bo’s lips were on mine and she was kissing me, her tongue darting between my lips. I moaned into the kiss, a long, helpless, high-pitched sound. “Nnnnggg…” The world went swimming around me.

Then I felt her hand on mine, the one I was using to finger myself. She just let it rest gently on top, but the thought of her feeling my motions as I masturbated, the thought of her hand so close to my pussy — it had my mind reeling.

I thrust my hand further down. The access was narrow because of my position, so I could only dip the tips of my fingers inside my pussy, but it felt amazing nonetheless. Bo’s hand, still resting atop mine, was brushing my inner thighs. We were staring at each other, her eyes wide as moons, mine struggling to stay open, my brow furrowed. I bet I look pathetic, I thought. It turned me on even more.

Unable to help myself, I went back to my clit, rubbing just a little faster, using all my willpower to pace myself. I wanted it to last forever. I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, so I turned my head to rest it on the pillow.

I felt Bo nuzzle into my hair and breathe right into my ear. It caught me by surprise, the sensation almost more intense than what my pussy was feeling. In an instant, Bo’s move pushed me over the edge I’d been riding so carefully.

It knocked the wind out of me. My thighs clamped down on our hands. I didn’t even make a sound as I came. My body was at a loss for the proper reaction to this.

For a good few seconds, I just tensed up, stiff as a board. Then my hips started jerking powerfully and erratically, entirely out of my control. I bit down on the knuckles of my left hand to keep myself from crying out. I was still coming, my hips weaker now but still twitching. I thought I was going to black out. Instead, one last convulsion came over me, and I finally breathed out a low, shuddering moan.

My thighs relaxed, letting go of their grip on our hands. I let mine rest there anyway, and apparently Bo was perfectly content to keep hers in place as well, patting and squeezing mine as if to commend it for a job well done. My chest was heaving, my breath rugged. I turned my head to look at Bo, my mouth as wide open as her eyes.

“Is it always this strong?” she asked. “I almost thought you were having a seizure.”

“Hang on… a mi… a minute,” I managed to pant. “Still… recovering.”

“Okay.”

Keeping herself busy in the meantime, she started planting soft little kisses all over my face. I’ve gone to paradise, I thought.

“No,” I told her once I’d caught my breath. “It always feels great, but that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know it could feel this good. I started to come when you breathed in my ear.”

“Come… that’s another word for having an orgasm, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You really liked that, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

Without warning, she leaned over me, breathing in my other ear. I moaned. It felt incredible, making my clit tingle. My legs squirmed.

Bo giggled. “Wow.”

“That’s right,” I said. “It’s… it just… it feels unbelievable.” She did it again. “Oooooohhhh!” My thighs squeezed our hands. “That’s amazinnng…”

“I think I found your other pleasure spot,” Bo teased.

“Yeah. Wow…”

Bo finally removed her hand from mine and raised it in front of her face. “You weren’t lying about being wet,” she said. “Even I got a little on me.”

“I’ll clean your fingers for you if you want,” I said, surprising myself. My inhibitions were gone. I was a sexy mess of a girl.

“I can just wipe them on my sheets,” she said, sounding both confused and amused.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said. “Check out how I do it.”

I took her hand by the wrist, guiding it to my mouth, put my lips around the tips of her fingers and gently sucked on them. There was barely anything on them, really, but I could definitely taste myself. Bo’s eyes widened again.

I shrugged. “I like the taste. And by the way, that was nothing. Look.”

Reaching back down, I ran two fingers through my folds to scoop up more, a bit surprised by just how wet I was. Even my thighs were soaked, and…

“Oh shit.”

“What?”

I could feel my face growing hot. “I think I made a puddle on your sheets.”

“Oh.” She giggled. “That’s okay. You’re the one who has to sleep in it.”

“Fair enough,” I said, more endorphins flooding through me at the thought of sleeping next to Bo.

Withdrawing that hand from between my legs, I brought it up to my face. It was practically dripping with creamy fluids. “Holy crap,” Bo said, leaning in to take a good look.

I licked the pussy juice from my palm first, then sucked my fingers clean one by one. The taste was strong. I almost got horny again, but only almost. Actually, I was spent, feeling myself drift towards sleep. It couldn’t be much later than 7:30, but it had been a long, eventful day and the orgasm had finished me.

I lifted my hips and wiggled my pyjamas and panties back into place, feeling my panties get soaked as they nestled into my crotch. Those are gonna make for a nice souvenir, I thought.

“I’m falling asleep,” I said. “Goodnight kiss?”

Bo made a face. “No offence, but… uhh…”

“Oh. Right.” Once again, I felt myself blush. My mouth did still taste like pussy.

“You’re still my favourite sister, though,” she said, giving me a kiss on each cheek before wrapping her arms around me, snuggling up close, her face nuzzled into my neck.

I kissed her on the head, whispering, “I love you, Bo.”

“I love you, too.”

Bo reached back and turned off the bedside lamp. I closed my eyes. Strangely, the darkness made everything more colourful.

Visions started playing before my inner eye, each scene fading into the next. Carrying Bo around, her arm wrapped around my neck. Walking up the stairs… “Did you wanna do something naughty with me?” Our first time behind the shed. Talking about us being in love, making it real. Our first kiss. Falling into each other.

Then there was Rebecca, nonchalant and cool and quirky and weird. Beautiful in a wild way, her hair floating all around her, her cute chubby tummy, those deep blue eyes. Rebecca kidnapping Bo. Both of them kidnapping me. Rebecca and Karin and Willi and Nick, a strange, beautiful family. Back behind the shed, now with Rebecca, sitting in a circle. Showing her how we kissed. Making her complicit, stealing her kisses, too. Raucous poolside fun with our families.

And, finally, back in bed with Bo. Making out for real, tongues and all. Her shy little voice… “You can if you want to.” My hand on my pussy, Bo’s hand covering mine. Her breath in my ear, making me come, now whisper-soft on my neck. The scent of her hair in my head. Her warm, blossoming body cozied up against me. Melting, melting, melting.

Eventually to appear at this site: Chapter 9!

 

By Amanda Lynn

Caw!

Neve peeked through squinting eyelids and looked over at the open window. A gentle breeze fluttered the curtains, letting the early morning sun cast changing patterns of light and shadow throughout the room. Neve pulled the blanket up close to her chin and snuggled against the warm body lying next to her.

Caw!

Her eyes flew open. “For fuck sake!” she mumbled. It sounded as if the crow was perched just outside the window. Neve wrapped an arm around the naked young one beside her, and nuzzled into her neck. She closed her eyes once more.

Caw!

Neve felt her companion stir, and then turn slightly. Neve pulled back a bit and looked at the girl’s face, propping herself on an elbow. She brushed the hair from in front of the child’s eyes.

“Morning, Mom,” Brooke said in a sleepy voice. “You really need to do something about that alarm clock,” she continued, smiling as she opened her eyes and looked up at her mother.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Neve chuckled, then leaned down and kissed Brooke softly on the lips.

“Mmm, I love your good morning kisses,” Brooke sighed contently.

Neve kissed her daughter again. This time she lingered and traced the girl’s lips with her tongue. Brooke moaned into her mother’s mouth, and she pulled her arms from under the covers and wrapped them around Neve.

Brooke’s lips were so soft and sweet, and kissing her like this quickly stoked the arousal in Neve. Brooke’s tongue pushed into Neve’s mouth and began to explore. Neve sucked on it and brought a hand to her daughter’s chest. The blankets had slid down when Brooke had lifted her arms, and exposed the girl’s small breasts. Finding a nipple, already swelling from the excitement of the heated kiss, Neve caressed it with a finger, making little circular motions around the rapidly stiffening bud.

The warmth in Neve’s core grew as Brooke’s kiss became more urgent. Mouths mashed together and tongues played. Neve’s hand had moved from the girl’s breast, across the smooth skin of her belly and came to rest on her mons. She could feel the heat that radiated from Brooke.

Her daughter’s muscles twitched as Neve teased her fingers through the sparse nest of hair that capped her young slit.

Kissing Brooke often reminded Neve of when she was Brooke’s age, and she would kiss her little sister, late at night while their parents slept. Neve had been brokenhearted when Stephanie ended their secret love affair only days before Neve headed off to college. They had fought over the breakup and hadn’t spoken to one another again until Stephanie came out to her parents almost four years later.

A thrust from Brooke’s pelvis brought her attention back to what she was doing. Neve felt the slickness of her daughter’s sex as she touched a finger to her entrance. She broke the kiss and smiled slyly at her daughter.

“You’re all wet, baby. I thought after last night you might’ve had enough to last you a couple days,” Neve said with a smile, as she thought about how energetic their lovemaking had been the night before. Neve had brought Brooke to orgasm at least four times, and Brooke had given herself a couple as well.

“A bit sore, but that’s okay. I can handle one more,” the girl panted, as her eyes closed, and her chest heaved.

Neve’s finger played with her daughter’s sticky juices as she teased her slick folds and clit. She leaned in and kissed a puffy nipple. “How would you like me to make you come, sweetie?”

Brooke moaned and grunted as she quivered at her mother’s touch. “Hump me off, Mom,” she whimpered.

Neve moved her body and positioned herself on top of the twelve-year-old girl. Her thigh rested against Brooke’s sex. Gently she pushed forward and rolled her hips. Brooke groaned and grabbed at her mother’s ass. As Neve rocked forward, massaging Brooke’s sex, her own pussy was grinding against her daughter’s. The arousal flowed from them, its aroma filling the air around them as the rhythm of their thrusts aligned.

“You like that baby?” Neve groaned.

“Uh-huh…”

Thick and creamy fluids coated thighs and pussies. The sounds of heavy breathing, intermixed with loud grunts, groans, and curses escaped the open window, startling the crow that sat on a nearby fence post. Cawing in protest it flew off as the lovers in the house clutched at one another, the tempo of their movements now a frenzy.

Brooke clawed at her mother’s back. “Fuck me!” she yelled as her body stiffened and shook.

Neve had been on the brink when her daughter came. Hearing Brooke’s release was all she needed to push her over the edge too. With a couple more thrusts, a wave of intense pleasure consumed her, causing her to shudder and twitch for several moments.

She lay still on top of Brooke. With her eyes closed, her head rested on Brooke’s chest. Neve could hear, as well as feel, the girl’s heart pounding. She listened as it slowed and Brooke’s breathing steadied. Opening her eyes, she moved her face up to Brooke’s and gave her a languid kiss.

Slow and tenderly they kissed for a few minutes. “Mmm… thanks, Mom. That was great,” Brooke said when the kiss ended.

“My pleasure, darling,” Neve purred. “I suppose we should get up. I need to stop at the grocery store and pick up some stuff before we head up to the cottage.”

“Okay.” Brooke stretched and yawned. “Do you want to shower first?”

“No. You go ahead, sweetie. Just don’t use all the hot water,” Neve said with a smile.

Brooke giggled and gave her mother a quick kiss. “I’ll try, but no promises.”

Brooke got up, the covers crumpled in a heap at the foot of the bed and left her mother’s room. Neve’s eyes followed her daughter’s cute round ass as she went. Sighing, she lay back and stared at the ceiling, the cool morning breeze caused the hairs on her sweat-soaked skin to stand.

As she lay there, her thoughts drifted back to her sister. Neve had come to understand too late that it had been their father’s right-wing attitude that had influenced Stephanie’s decision to end it between them.

Neve had always been a bit of a rebel and never gave much heed to their father’s bigotry. But, she wasn’t stupid, and she would bring boys home every now and then just to appease him. Unlike Stephanie, though, Neve was bisexual, so dating boys hadn’t been a sacrifice. Her father had been very angry with Neve when she had become pregnant with Brooke and insisted she marry the child’s father, Jason, before she gave birth. Jason had been willing to wed as soon as he found out. However, it took Neve several months to decide, finally saying yes. They planned to marry once Jason returned from overseas but Jason’s army unit had been ambushed, and he never made it back from Afghanistan.

The day Stephanie came out, their father had gone ballistic. He’d turned all shades of red, yelling and screaming and calling poor Stephanie ever derogatory word there was, plus a few he made up. Their mother had just stood beside him saying nothing in defense of her daughter. She had been more concerned about him having a stroke. Stephanie could only stand there, taking her father’s verbal abuse, tears streaming down her face.

Finally, Neve had had enough. She’d grabbed Stephanie’s arm, pulled her out of the house, and guided her to the car. Neve had driven them to the park where they had just sat in the car. She had pulled her sister into her arms and let her cry herself out.

Once Stephanie had calmed herself, they talked, and they cried, and they talked some more. Apologies had been made, and each had forgiven the other. It had been after midnight by the time they’d left the park and arrived at Neve’s apartment. Neve had tucked her sister into the bed in the spare room and had sat with her until she had fallen asleep. They had become sisters again, but nothing more.

Hearing the shower stop, Neve sat up on the edge of the bed. She missed being with her sister and wondered if Stephanie ever felt the same. Steph had given her that hug at the diner. Was there anything to that? Maybe this weekend I should try and find out.

“Bathroom’s free,” Brooke called out after a few more minutes had passed.

“Thanks, honey,” Neve answered as she stood and headed for the hall.

After her shower, Neve dressed, then went to make herself some breakfast. Brooke had already fixed something for herself and now she stretched out on the sofa reading a teen magazine.

“Have you finished packing?” Neve asked Brooke as she spooned some yogurt into a bowl of freshly sliced fruit.

“All done,” the girl answered from behind her magazine.

With breakfast done and the kitchen cleaned up, Neve finished packing her bag and they headed out the door. Their first stop was Stephanie’s apartment to pick up Piper and Amber, then to the grocery store before going to the cottage. Stephanie would join them there later that evening after she got off work.

Amber and Piper were waiting outside with their travel bags when Neve pulled up in front of the apartment building. She had called ahead to let the girls know they were on their way. Getting out of the SUV, Neve opened the tailgate as the girls approached.

“Hello, ladies,” Neve said with a smile. She took a moment to eye Amber, licking her lips as she did so.

Amber had chosen to wear a tank top that exposed her flat midriff along with pair of snug-fitting denim shorts, mainly to entice Brooke. Her outfit, however, seemed to be having the same effect on Neve. This could be a very exciting weekend, Amber thought.

“Hi, Auntie Neve,” Piper said, gushing with excitement.

“Hi, Neve,” Amber said giving the woman a knowing smile as she placed hers and Piper’s bags into the SUV. She was equally excited for the weekend trip, maybe even more than Piper.

The girls climbed into the back seat and greeted Brooke who, until now, had been riding up front with her mother. They exchanged giggles and friendly hugs and kisses.

Amber teased Brooke with a kiss on the lips, poking her tongue out just long enough to brush against the younger girl’s mouth. The kids giggled, unaware that Neve had caught a glimpse of the kiss in her rear-view mirror.

After a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up some fruits, vegetables, and a few other sundry items, they headed for the cottage. Neve and her father had already been to the cottage earlier in the week to open it up for the season. With the electricity and water restored and the place cleaned, she had restocked the pantry with non-perishables and had brought fresh bedding for the rooms and towels for the bath.

The hours-long trip went by quickly as the girls chatted and carried on. Hands remained down low in the back seat as they stealthily caressed legs, thighs, and other places as they drove along. To Amber’s delight, Brooke had definitely taken note of her outfit, eyeing her body from top to bottom when she’d climbed into the SUV.

Neve smirked in the front seat. Glancing in the rearview mirror every now and then, she could see flushed faces and eyes with dreamy faraway stares. Neve wished she had worn a skirt or something with an elastic waistband. Instead, she just pushed the heel of her palm against her blue-jean-covered crotch.

The SUV zipped along the smooth, secondary road as it meandered through the hills toward the lake. Soon Neve began to slow and then turned off onto a groomed dirt road. They hadn’t driven far when the first cottage came into view. It was representative of all the cottages at Silver Lake, tucked in off the road and close to the water, a single-story dwelling that was small but comfortable. Mature deciduous and coniferous trees filled the lots. Only the most essential clearing during construction had left the maximum number of trees possible undisturbed.

At the end of the dirt road, Neve turned onto the driveway of their destination and stopped. The girls piled out, and each grabbed what they could carry from the SUV, taking it into the cottage. When Amber reached in to pull out a travel bag, she felt someone brush a hand against her butt and linger there for a long moment.

Turning to look, she was a little surprised to find that it was Neve reaching past her for a bag of groceries. Neve smiled innocently at Amber as she pulled the bag from the SUV and headed for the cottage.

Amber watched her go, eyes fixed on the woman’s ass. Had she just copped a feel? Amber tingled with excitement. Neve was indeed a sexy woman, just as sexy as Stephanie, and those tight jeans on that perfect ass… yum. Amber wondered, though, what Stephanie would think if Neve made a move on her.

Shaking her head, Amber pushed that idea aside. She had her sights set on Brooke right now anyway. Amber joined Brooke and Piper as they put their bags in their room and then they helped Neve finish unloading the SUV and put the groceries away.

It was still early in the afternoon, and the sun shone brightly. With its higher elevation, the temperature at the lake was a few degrees cooler than at home, but still warm enough to have brought the lake to a suitable temperature for swimming and other water activities.

“Brooke, you and Piper should take Amber out in the canoe and show her the island,” Neve suggested with a grin.

Brooke smiled back, knowing what her mother was alluding to. “That’s a great idea,” Brooke said. “Is the bag here?”

Neve nodded. “Closet in my room.”

“Up for a canoe ride, Amber?” Brooke asked when she returned from her mother’s room with a canvas bag.

“Sure,” she said, eyeing the bag. “What’s in there?”

“You’ll see,” Brooke smiled. “Let’s go.”

Brooke led Amber out to the large screened-in porch that attached to the front of the cottage. This was a favorite spot to sit in the evenings when the mosquitos were thick.

Piper was already digging three life jackets from a large chest in the far corner of the porch. She handed one to each of them and slipped into her own vest-like device. They headed out to the dock where a wide wooden canoe floated lazily on the calm water.

“Have you canoed before?” Piper asked Amber.

“Uh-huh,” the teen nodded. “Lotsa times.”

“Good,” Brooke said as she knelt and pulled the canoe in and held it against the dock. “You take the stern, I’ll take the bow, and Pipes can ride in the middle.”

Amber agreed and climbed into the rear of the canoe. Piper followed. Amber then held onto the dock to steady the canoe as Brooke tossed the bag in and jumped in herself. They untied and with the aid of their paddles pushed away.

*     *     *

Neve’s hand was kneading her breast as she stood at the large picture window and watched the kids paddle away from the dock. Knowing she would be alone for at least an hour, and still turned on by the girls’ games in the back seat of the SUV and at the sight of Amber’s sexy young body, Neve turned from the window and headed to her bedroom. Stripping off her clothes, Neve fished her vibrator out of her bag and flopped down on the bed. Her legs spread, she touched the humming toy to her sex and let go a long, throaty moan.

*     *     *

It only took a few strokes of the paddles for Brooke and Amber to get the rhythm of their forward motion in sync. The canoe glided smoothly over the glass-like surface of the lake, its bow pointed at a lonely island that sat just off center in the middle of the lake. They took in the natural beauty of the lake and surrounding forest. The string of cottages had fallen behind them, and all they could see was the undisturbed virgin coastline.

Turning their attention forward, they approached their destination from the east. The island wasn’t very large, maybe a half acre in size, and covered with dense underbrush and lots of fir trees. The shoreline was nothing but large rocks, boulders really, making landing impossible.

“Those rocks look none too safe,” Amber said. “Too bad. It would have been neat to go ashore.”

“Wait for it,” Brooke called back over her shoulder.

They didn’t get too close to the island and paddled past. As the island began to fall astern, Brooke looked back over her shoulder at Amber.

“Helm, bring us hard to port!” Brooke called out.

“What?” Amber said.

“Left turn!”

“Aye, cap’n. Comin’ to port,” Amber chirped, using her best pirate accent as she performed a J-stroke causing the canoe to pivot smartly.

“There! That’s where we’ll land, Amber,” Piper said pointing toward a spot off to their left. The island looked like someone had taken a giant spoon and scooped a piece of the shoreline away, leaving behind a small cove with a sandy beach. Amber steered the canoe and lined it up with the entrance to the cove.

As they glided in, Amber slowed their approach and then let the canoe travel under its own momentum until it gently beached itself. Brooke hopped out and held onto the bow as Piper and Amber moved forward and jumped onto the sandy beach. The three took off their life jackets and tossed them into the canoe before hauling it up onto the beach a bit further. Brooke tied the canoe off on a small tree near the shore.

“This is so cool,” said Amber, looking around.

“Yeah. Mom and I come here sometimes for a picnic and spend the afternoon,” Brooke said as she grabbed the bag from the canoe. What she didn’t voice to Amber was the other types of mother-daughter fun that took place on the hidden beach. Brooke moved up the beach to where there was a small grassy clearing. Opening the bag, she took out a large blanket and a couple of small pillows.

“It would make a great make-out place too,” Amber said, hoping Brooke would catch the obvious hint.

Piper giggled as she helped Brooke spread the blanket on the ground. “You really think so?” Brooke asked playfully.

“Don’t you?” Amber said, giving Brooke a wry smile.

“Maybe,” Brooke chuckled as she stretched out on the middle of the blanket, hands behind her head, resting on a pillow. Piper followed her lead and lay down beside Brooke. There was still plenty of room, so Amber joined them, lying on Brooke’s other side. They lay there in silence staring at the clouds for several long moments before Amber rolled onto her side facing Brooke.

Brooke’s head rested on her hands, and her eyes were closed. Amber surveyed the girl’s body, looking at the small boobs that pressed up from under her tee shirt, down to where the hem of the shirt had ridden up, exposing smooth skin from her belly button to her hips. The light blue shorts she wore looked nice against the tanned skin of her slender legs.

Bringing her attention back to Brooke’s flat belly, Amber reached over and, hesitantly, touched her with the tips of her fingers, brushing them over the soft skin. Brooke twitched and sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes flew open. Amber saw Brooke’s expression change from surprise to a pleasant smile as she looked down at Amber’s meandering hand, then back up to her eyes.

Piper had opened her eyes when she heard Brooke’s gasp and looked over at her cousin. Seeing Amber touching Brooke, she sat up cross-legged and watched, a broad smile on her face.

Amber lay her hand flat on Brooke’s abdomen and slowly pushed it upward, slipping underneath the younger girl’s shirt.

“Is this okay?” Amber cooed. “I can stop if you want.”

Brooke shook her head. “It’s fine. Don’t stop.” She looked over at Piper, who was watching them intently. “You want to play too?”

“Maybe later. I’m just gonna watch for now,” Piper said, following Amber’s hand with her eyes.

With slow movements, Amber’s hand continued to travel over Brooke’s soft flesh until the shirt stayed her journey. Realizing this, Brooke sat up and pulled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside. She then reached behind and undid her bra and tossed it too. Lying back down she took Amber’s hand and placed it on her small breast.

Amber felt herself getting wet as she squeezed Brooke’s tit. She had wanted to do more with Brooke ever since that kiss at Piper’s party. Then, seeing Brooke naked and playing with herself on Piper’s computer monitor made Amber want to fool around with her even more.

The teen felt the soft sand give under the blanket as she shifted her body so she was lying partially on top of Brooke. She brought her face close to Brooke’s and kissed her. The younger girl sighed and put her arms around Amber, caressing the skin of her back. They explored each other’s mouths, tongues caressing and winding together. Amber moaned into Brooke’s mouth when the girl moved her leg, causing her thigh to push against Amber’s aching pussy.

“Are you okay?” Brooke asked when she pulled away.

Amber nodded and began to nibble on Brooke’s ear. “Just wonderful,” she said.

“Mmm, good,” said Brooke, as she reached under Amber’s shirt, found the clasp of her bra and undid it. “How ‘bout we get rid of this too?” she grinned, tugging at the shirt.

Amber rolled onto her knees, straddling Brooke, and removed her tee shirt and bra. Throwing them into the pile with Brooke’s clothes, Amber glanced over at Piper and grinned. Piper too had pulled off her shirt and now had a hand pushed down the front of her shorts.

“You might as well take them off, Pipes. It’d be much more comfortable, I’m sure,” Brooke said after Amber had looked back at her and nodded toward Piper.

“You’re probably right,” Piper said, then stood up, pushing her shorts and panties down and kicking them off. She plopped back down on the blanket and resumed her play.

“Okay, carry on,” Piper said, flapping her free hand at the two girls who had paused what they were doing to watch her strip.

The girls giggled, and Amber lay back on top of Brooke. Giving Brooke several soft kisses she slid down her body and took a nipple into her mouth. The young breast was soft and smooth, the nipple hard in contrast. Amber swirled her tongue around the little bud, then closed her lips over it and tugged gently.

She moved to the other and captured it between her teeth, pulling at it. Brooke arched her back, offering more of herself to Amber as she let out a soft moan. Amber suckled the nipple as she shifted her body off Brooke and replaced it with her hand on the girl’s soft belly.

Amber’s hand caressed the skin, and she could feel the muscles of Brooke’s abdomen twitch. She played with her navel for a moment, then fumbled with the button on Brooke’s shorts. Both girls were breathing harder now, and Amber released the nipple and moved back up for a kiss as she unfastened the button and pushed open the shorts, slipping a hand inside.

“Oh, jeez!” Brooke gasped when she felt Amber touch her tender clit.

Withdrawing her hand, much to Brooke’s dismay, Amber got back up on her knees and yanked Brooke’s shorts and panties down over her hips without much finesse. Brooke gave a yelp and giggled as she too slid lower on the blanket with each tug of her shorts. Finally free of the garments, Brooke shuffled back to the pillow as Amber tossed the shorts onto the pile.

“Sorry, got a little carried away,” Amber said with a chuckle as she stood and pulled her own shorts and panties off, watching Brooke’s naughty grin as she took in her body.

Getting on her knees, Amber pushed Brooke’s legs apart. Just as she was leaning in to place a kiss on Brooke’s pussy, Piper spoke up. “I think you two should sixty-nine.” Her own breathing sounded labored.

Amber sat back on her knees and looked over at a flushed Piper, whose hand was flitting over her young sex, then back to Brooke who just smiled and nodded. Amber crawled forward then swung herself around, straddling Brooke’s head. Lowering her sex to Brooke’s face, she sucked in a breath when she felt the girl’s tongue push against her labia. Moaning softly, she lowered her face to Brooke. Licking her own lips, Amber’s eyes feasted on Brooke’s pussy for only a moment before taking her first taste. With a long slow lick, she ran the flat of her tongue from Brooke’s clit to her entrance.

Brooke jerked at the suddenness of the lick and moaned into Amber’s pussy. Her own tongue eagerly explored the teenager’s delights. Amber was excited now, her juices flowed and coated Brooke’s mouth and chin. She had wondered what Brooke would taste like, hoped she would get a chance to find out. Never dreaming it would happen here — on a blanket on a sandy beach in a hidden cove on an island in a lake — but here they were. And to top it off, Piper was sitting beside them, masturbating. Damn, this was so hot!

Teeth dragging across her engorged clit caught Amber’s attention. She moaned loudly, and then Piper moaned a sympathetic response. Moving her own tongue to flick across Brooke’s erect bud, she found the girl’s entrance with her finger and pushed it in. A new wave of juices coated her finger, and Amber withdrew long enough to slather Brooke’s folds and clit before pushing back into her.

The lips and tongue that tormented her clit were making it harder for Amber to concentrate on what she was doing. She could feel her orgasm building, a tangled ball of desire gnarled and twisted as it grew.

The smell of Brooke’s arousal and the taste of her juices were heavenly. She sucked Brooke’s clit into her mouth and pushed a second finger into her entrance, fucking her slowly.

Brooke pushed her pelvis up against Amber’s hand, and Amber pushed her sodden pussy down on Brooke’s face, rolling her hips.

“Yes,” Amber hissed. “Right there, Brooke.”

Feeling her orgasm nearing the surface, Amber redoubled her efforts. Sucking, licking, and nipping at Brooke’s clit, fucking her deeper and faster. Brooke’s juices were abundant, and Amber lapped at them before returning to the sensitive bud.

Brooke’s moans and pleas filled the air and triggered Piper to squeal as her orgasm rocked her. Amber began to shake, feeling the tongue push into her entrance. A finger or two were on her clit, sending blasts of electric pleasure shooting through her.

Amber cried out as her world exploded into a million pieces. Brooke joined her shrill cry as she too stiffened with her own intense climax.

Breathing hard, the heat from Amber’s breath washed over Brooke’s sex. Amber lay still, her face on Brooke’s hip, as the last of the tremors faded. Rolling off Brooke, Amber shifted around and lay beside Brooke, tasting the mixture of their juices as they kissed.

“That was wild,” Amber said with a smile. “Been wanting to do that for a long time now.”

“Me too,” Brooke chuckled.

“Me three,” Piper said with a giggle as she moved up against Brooke and kissed them both.

The girls lay on the blanket, cuddling together, not speaking. The only sounds were of soft kisses and the occasional moan as they all caressed one another.

“Brooke, can I ask you a personal question?” said Amber.

“Sure,” Brooke said as she looked at her watch. They had been gone for almost two hours. “Except we need to get going.” She pulled out of their tangled embrace and stood.

Amber stood too and picked up the pile of discarded clothes. “Do you and your mom fool around too? Have sex?”

Brooke gave her a quizzical look, and Amber suddenly regretted asking the question. Holding the pile of clothes out so Brooke could take what was hers, she tried to recover. “I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have asked that.”

The younger girl smiled and took her clothes. “It’s okay. I just thought you knew already. I mean, I thought Piper would’ve told you,” she said, glancing over at her cousin who was busy putting her own clothes on.

“I guess it never came up,” Amber giggled as she pulled her panties up over her hips.

“In that case, yes, we do,” Brooke confirmed, pulling her tee shirt on.

“Cool. So, you and Piper have sex. You and your mom do. Piper and her mom do. And your two moms used to,” Amber said with a grin, thinking how awesome it all was.

She had just pulled up her shorts and buttoned them when she realized that neither of the other girls were moving. Amber looked at them, wondering what was wrong.

Both girls were staring intently at her, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. Fear gripped Amber for a second, and she quickly looked behind her for whatever it was that had alarmed the cousins. Not seeing Freddie or Jason anywhere near, she suddenly realized it must have been something she’d said.

“What! What is it?” Amber asked, looking back and forth between the girls.

“What you said. About our moms,” Brooke sputtered. “Why would you say that? I mean… they don’t. Do they?”

“Oh. Um… well, Steph told me. I figured you knew already, seeing how she told me,” Amber answered, feeling the heat rise in her face. “I’m sorry.”

Amber waited anxiously for a moment, watching their expressions, hoping she hadn’t upset them. Brooke and Piper just looked at each other for several seconds then, much to Amber’s relief, began laughing.

“So, what else did she say?” Brooke queried after a few moments. With Piper’s help, she shook out the blanket and folded it before putting it back into the bag.

“Yeah, like are they still doing it?” Piper asked, banging the pillows together to shake off any sand before putting them back in the bag as well.

“I don’t know. She told me it happened when they were young, like your ages. Didn’t go into any details though,” Amber said.

“Huh. I wonder why Mom never told me about that,” Brooke said. Shrugging, she carried the bag back to the canoe.

With the bag stowed, the girls donned their life jackets, untied the canoe and pushed it off the beach. Once safely onboard, they headed out of the small cove and back to the cottage.

Neve, dripping water from her swim in the lake, greeted them at the dock when they arrived. Amber smiled, admiring the woman’s curves. The white bikini she wore contrasted sharply with her tanned skin. Wow, she’s hot, Amber thought.

“Did you girls have a good time?” Neve asked, as the canoe gently bumped against the dock.

“Yeah, we did, Mom,” Brooke said, giving her mother a playful grin as she tied off the canoe.

Amber watched as the sexy woman approached. Taking the helping hand that Neve offered, she climbed out of the canoe. Amber felt her ears warm as Neve gave her a playful smile and a wink.

“Thanks,” Amber said, trying to look anywhere but at Neve.

“Anytime, darlin’,” Neve said sweetly, brushing her fingers along the bare skin of Amber’s lower back.

Amber stiffened for a second, but as quickly as it had started, the touch ended. Neve moved to help Piper and then Brooke out of the canoe. Is she flirting with me? Amber wondered. Her eyes automatically went to Neve’s gorgeous ass when she bent over to grab Piper’s hand. Amber quickly looked away and grabbed the bag with the blanket and pillows that now lay on the dock, thankful for something to concentrate on instead of Brooke’s beautiful mother and the arousal that was stirring in her groin.

The four of them headed to the cottage and, after dropping the life jackets into their box, went inside. They plopped down on the sofas in the living room while Neve went to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Oh, by the way, Steph called and said she’s getting off work early today and should be here in time for supper,” Neve said, from the other side of the counter.

“Okay,” Piper replied from her stretched-out position on the love seat.

“Can we play Uno after supper, Mom?” Brooke asked.

“Sounds like fun. We’ll see what Steph wants to do, but I’m sure she’ll be game,” Neve replied, as she sliced into a green pepper.

As if planned, Stephanie walked through the front door just as dinner finished cooking. Piper jumped up and dashed to the door giving her mother a big hug.

“Hi, Mom. We’re glad you’re here. Auntie Neve said we could play Uno after supper,” Piper said excitedly.

“Did she now?” Stephanie said with a smile as she returned Piper’s hug.

“How about we let your mom get in the door and relax for a minute after her long drive,” Neve said with a chuckle as she made her way from behind the counter to greet her sister.

“Sorry,” Piper said with a grin.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Here, help me with my bag,” Stephanie said with a giggle and handed Piper her travel bag.

“Hey, sis,” Neve said as she approached and gave Stephanie a warm hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. “Supper is ready, so don’t take too long.”

“We’ll be back in two shakes,” Stephanie said returning the affection. She smiled at her sister and searched her eyes for a moment before breaking the contact.

“Let’s go, Piper,” she chirped to her smiling daughter and headed down the hall with Piper right behind.

With her luggage in the bedroom, Stephanie sat at the dining table with Neve and the girls to enjoy a delicious stir-fry and friendly conversation. Piper regaled her mother with a censored account of their canoe trip to the island. When they finished their meal, they all cleared the table, then Stephanie and Neve set to do the dishes.

“Girls. Go get your night clothes on, and once we’ve finished the dishes we’ll play Uno,” Neve said.

“Yippee!” The three girls cheered and rushed to their room.

Standing at the sink, Neve washing and Stephanie drying, Neve bumped her hip against her sister.

“So, how are things, sis?” Neve asked. “Get laid lately?” she teased.

If you only knew. Stephanie thought. “None of your business,” she replied with a snort, bumping her right back and causing Neve to take a step sideways.

“Ow! Okay, you don’t have to get so violent,” Neve whined, trying to be melodramatic.

After a moment, Stephanie spoke. “Gary and Carrie are going to retire soon and sell the diner. Gary offered to sell it to me at a good price if I was interested.”

“And are you? Interested?”

“Honestly, I think it would be awesome. But there’s no way I could afford to buy it,” said Steph, disappointment marking her words. “Besides, I don’t know anything about managing a business. That’s what you went to school for, and you’re pretty good at it from what I can tell.”

Neve laughed. “Thanks. I do okay. If nobody buys the diner, there are a few positions available for secretaries at my firm.”

Stephanie laughed. “It’s been ten years since college. I doubt I remember any of it. But thanks for the offer anyway.” She gave her sister a quick peck on the cheek.

They returned to the dishes just as the kids came bounding down the hall, each wearing an oversized tee shirt. The girls sat on the stools at the counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the living-dining area.

“Almost done?” Piper asked.

The women chuckled. “Almost, sweetie,” Stephanie answered, glancing at her daughter. She couldn’t help but notice that neither Amber nor Brooke were wearing a bra. Young, erect nipples stood out from underneath their shirts. Naughty thoughts ran through her mind as she wondered if Brooke and Amber had been fooling around. Maybe on the island? Had Piper left that bit out of her story?

Looking over at Neve, she saw her sister also admiring the girls’ chests, her tongue caressing her bottom lip. Neve looked away when she realized that Stephanie was looking at her. Could Neve be having naughty thoughts too?

“Why don’t you guys set up the table — get the game out of the games closet, and a big bowl for chips and some glasses for pop,” Neve suggested, glancing back at her sister with what Stephanie took as a guilty grin on her face.

“Sure,” Brooke replied, and the girls set about completing their assigned tasks.

With the dishes done and the table ready, they all sat and began to play. For the next few hours, the group of women and girls joked and laughed as they played. They weren’t keeping score, but it seemed that, as Stephanie had teased her, Brooke was the one with the lucky horseshoe up her butt that night.

Both Stephanie and Neve stole glances at the older girls’ small breasts during the evening, their nipples constantly erect. At one point, when Stephanie was returning from the bathroom, she was sure she caught a glimpse of Piper’s hand between Brooke’s legs. That would explain the constantly hard nipples. Stephanie smiled inwardly, not sure if she wanted to share this revelation with Neve.

All too soon, and with whines of protest from the girls, it was time to say goodnight. Stephanie and Neve gave both Brooke and Piper a hug and a kiss. The mothers kissed their daughters’ lips and their nieces’ cheeks. Amber got a hug and lingering kiss on the cheek from Stephanie along with a hug and squeeze of her bottom from Neve.

“Goodnight, girls,” the women said.

The kids said their goodnights and headed down the hall. Neve and her sister cleared the table and washed up the bowl and glasses. Neve grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and two wine glasses from the cupboard before they headed toward the living room to relax and enjoy some adult conversation.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Misty Meadow

 

Many thanks to my editor JetBoy for the work he contributed to this story. — Misty 

Finding a flat in London was a fucking nightmare. Whenever I’d finally discover something that was on the market, I’d go there and find a line round the block. I knew it’d go to the tenant offering the biggest deposit, so I never stood a chance. I was sleeping on a friend’s couch and she was getting impatient for me to move out.

Finally, I got a call from another friend who’d spotted one of those advertising cards in the window of a small newsagent. “Could you work as an au pair?” she asked me.

“I could work shoveling shit if it provides accommodation,” I told her. “Gimme the details.”

It was an address in Kensington, a terrace between Queen’s Gate and the Gloucester Road — quite upmarket, actually. I’d never lived anywhere half so posh. Plus, I’d be able to quit the job I had as an office temp, which was about as enjoyable as the aforementioned shoveling.

I dropped by without making an appointment, reasoning that it’d be harder to say “no” to my face than over the phone. Upon ringing the bell, I was greeted by a professionally styled woman in a beautifully tailored pant suit with a cream silk blouse that must’ve cost real money. She reeked of class.

“Come on in,” she said, extending a hand. “I’m Ursula Urquart. Double U — though not to be confused with ‘Dubya’, our dimwitted friend who occupied the White House.” I think she meant George W. Bush.

“I’m Misty Meadow,” I said, appreciating her firm, no-nonsense grip. Most women will give you a “wet fish” handshake; not she.

She guided me into the parlor. “Take a seat. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Not at university, then?”

“I’d have loved to have gone, but I failed all my A levels. Not a chance, I’m afraid.”

“Failed them all?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Every one.” I decided to come clean. She was going to find out eventually, and some people do appreciate frankness. “I had a drinking problem. I’m a recovering alcoholic.”

“In AA?”

I nodded. “Oh, yes, I’d never have stayed sober without it.”

“How long now?”

“Eighteen months.”

“Well done. Which group do you go to?”

“‘Just for Today’ in Chelsea is my favourite.” I saw a flicker of interest cross her face. “But I go to others — Kensington, Fulham, Earls Court. You seem to know a lot about AA.”

“My sister’s in recovery. Do you have a sponsor?”

“I did, until she left to work in America.”

“How about the twelve steps? The fifth, for example? Some people have trouble with that.”

“Not me.” This step requires us to share our moral inventory with another person, like a general confession. “My sponsor was a lesbian who led a rather, shall we say, unrestrained sexual life. There was nothing I could say that shocked her, so baring my soul to her was easy.”

She smiled. “Can you cook?”

“My omelettes are like fluffy clouds and my chips are always golden brown and crisp.” Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration… but this was essentially an advertisement, and the product I was flogging was me.

“Okay, let me tell you about the job. You’ll live in, with your own room up on the second floor, but you’ll have to share a bathroom with my daughter.”

“How many children do you have?” I asked.

Oh, just her. Here.” She took a framed photograph from the mantelpiece and handed it to me. I stared at it, drinking in the sight of the most gorgeous little girl.

“My, she’s adorable,” I gushed. “When was this taken?”

“Her twelfth birthday, last month.” I gazed at the image, all but hypnotized by the beauty of this little nymph. “I know it’s a parental cliché,” Ursula added, “but she’s the most wonderful girl in the world, and I love her to bits.” She reached for the picture, and I handed it back to her. “I would expect you to take care of the house, do all the grocery shopping and cleaning — and yes, you do do windows, don’t you?” I smiled and nodded. “You’d escort Ashley to and from school, help her with her homework if she needs it, then cook dinner. We eat salads, mostly, and some fish.” Ah, health nuts. I could live with it. “I never get home until seven or eight, and then we have dinner. Would that interfere with your meetings?”

“No problem. I can go to lunchtime groups. Plenty of them.”

“Good,” She told me more about the responsibilities of the job, then briefly told me about herself, mentioning that she was a barrister, divorced and career driven.

Once she’d finished, Ursula paused, studying me thoughtfully. “I have to say that you’re not my obvious first choice for this job, Misty. To be honest, several of the other girls I’ve interviewed are more experienced, and a couple of them have more of an education than you do. But the fact that you seem to have overcome being an alcoholic — and believe me, from what my sister went through, I know how difficult that is — it says to me that you might be a person of strength and character.” She paused. “I also believe in second chances — at least, for those who earn them.”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I held my tongue, all the while thinking, Please give me a chance. Please give me a chance.

Ursula gazed at me in silence for a long, unsettling moment, then spoke again. “Okay, you’ve got the job, Misty. But let’s get one thing crystal clear: at the first suspicion of any drinking, you’re out the door, okay?”

I nodded. “Agreed. That’s another incentive for me to stay sober.”

“When can you start?”

“I can collect my stuff now and be back in an hour.”

She glanced at her watch. “I won’t be here.” Reaching into the inner pocket of her jacket, she produced a shining key. “Here, take this and let yourself in when you get back. I’ll call Ashley and tell her to get a taxi home today… but starting tomorrow, you’ll be picking her up.” She smiled. “Welcome, Misty.”

I stood, my hands clasped before me. “Thank you, Ms. Urquart.”

“Call me Ursula.” Reaching out for my hand, she shook it just as firmly as before, but then took a heartbeat longer to let go. For a second, my gaydar flickered, but then I put it out of my mind. She was a little too old for me, though I wouldn’t have kicked her out of bed if I’d had a few and was feeling randy. Still, I preferred my lovers to be younger than I am.

She walked me through the house and showed me my bedroom at the top of the house, across the landing from Ashley’s, then the bathroom we’d be sharing. It was going to be great, not having to sleep on a couch for the first time in eight sodding weeks.

Ursula stole another look at her wrist. “Okay, I have to go back to the office. I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

It sank in suddenly that I’d be preparing that dinner. “Er… what would you like me to cook?”

She shrugged. “Surprise me.”

*****

Two hours later, I’d collected my stuff from my friend’s flat and hauled it via the tube to Ursula’s house, then stashed it in my room, just in time to greet Ashley. I heard her key in the door and stepped into the hallway to greet her. At that precise instant, my life changed forever.

My heart seemed to stop and I felt dizzy. So this is what it’s like to be struck by lightning, I told myself. Not half as painful as I’d expected.

I’d been reborn. Now there would always be “before Ashley,” and “after Ashley.” Love, adoration, worship at first sight, I felt them all and more.

Her photo didn’t come close to doing her justice, nor would any description I can offer you here. She was simply utterly lovely, achingly beautiful and sweetly innocent all at the same time.

As I stood there gawping like a perfect fool, Ashley held out her hand. “Hi, you must be Misty. Mum rang to let me know you’d be here. I’m Ashley.” I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry. “So you’re our new au pair, huh? I hope you’re nicer than the last one — she could be right nasty.”

I swallowed, then somehow found my voice. “I’ll… um, try to be as nice as I can, Ashley.” God, I sounded so bloody stupid. I ached was to tell this girl how beautiful she was, but couldn’t summon up the adjectives to do her justice. Finally, I aimed my phone at her. “Uh, do you mind if I…?”

“Not at all.” Her smile was dazzling. “Here, let me do one of you.” She took the newest edition smartphone from her backpack and clicked off a shot of me. “I have to do my homework now. What’s for dinner?”

“Good question. I haven’t had a chance to see what you’ve got in the fridge.”

She hit me with that lovely smile again, and it felt like a caress. “Let’s go and have a look, then!”

She led me to the kitchen and opened the fridge door. I peered about inside. It was mostly empty, but there was a carton of eggs and some cheese that showed a hint of mold. It was a pretty big piece, though.

“How about omelettes?” I asked.

“With chips?”

I glanced around the kitchen. “I don’t see any potatoes.”

“We gotta have chips. We can go shopping after my homework’s done… say, in half an hour?”

“Good idea.” I could put it on my almost maxed out credit card, then get her mum to reimburse me.

“Cool! See you in a bit.” She ran upstairs, taking them two at a time. Me, I staggered back into the drawing room and flopped onto the settee, my head in a whirl.

How could a girl of twelve tender years have such an effect on me? For those first few seconds when Ashley came in through the front door, my heart was pounding so hard that I half-expected it to give out completely. Up until then, my only sexual adventures with preteen girls had occurred back when I was a preteen myself. You know the sort of thing: pretend kissing, with one of us playing the part of the boy; showing our private parts to each other; mutual fingering while looking through a filched girlie mag.

Then there was one memorable occasion when an older girl offered to kiss me “down there,” and I eagerly said yes. It was a very long kiss, and looking back, I think she came while she was doing it. I enjoyed how it felt, but didn’t get off myself — in fact, I didn’t have an orgasm until my early teens, when other older women started hitting on me, usually succeeding.

Now my mind was in a total whirl. Nothing would ever be the same. I wasn’t even thinking about sex; that would’ve sullied the image of my perfect angel. I was simply filled up with an emotion that I can’t describe. Was I in love? If that was the case, I could see what all the fuss was about — all the songs, the movies, the novels, the world’s obsession with romance. It was as though until then my life had been in black and white, and suddenly it had burst into full colour.

*****

Ashley and I walked to Gloucester Road where there were a few small shops. She took hold of my hand, and suddenly I was in heaven. All the way there she chatted away merrily while I tried to make intelligent conversation, but my emotions left me feeling tongue-tied and awkward.

She, on the other hand, barely stopped talking — and in the course of our short shopping trip I learned a lot about her. Ashley wanted a dog but her mother was dead set against it. “Doesn’t want her stupid furniture to get messed up,” she told me, with a most enchanting pout. She had a few close friends at school, but none of them lived locally, so she seldom got to see them elsewhere. Her favourite subject was geography and she longed to travel the world — to Spain, in particular, so she could hear real flamenco music played in smokey back-street bars by swarthy gypsies. She loved cute sweaters, preferred dresses to jeans and hated thongs. Just how that subject came up, I can’t recall, but it amused me, because I hate them, too. She liked to ice skate and often traveled on the tube to Richmond, where there was a rink.

All in all, just an ordinary young girl… were it not for her amazing beauty, which seemed to colour the very world around us as we strolled together, hand in hand. I ached to tell her how lovely she was, how her innocence seemed to radiate like the sun itself, bathing everything in its warm glow, making me feel as I was in the presence of something holy. Until then I’d been a non-believer, but now I had someone to worship.

Not wanting to frighten her, I said none of these things, carefully restricting my comments to the mundane.

We found a convenience store and bought some oven chips that I could simply drop into very hot oil, and they’d come out as crisp and golden as I’d promised her mum. We also bought tomatoes, mushrooms and asparagus. I knew that I was going to have to hone my cooking skills enough to equal the claims I’d made, but figured that I could find recipes on the internet and practice them during the day when I was alone in the house.

“I’ll do some serious shopping tomorrow,” I told Ashley. “What kind of stuff do you like?”

“Macaroni cheese!”

“I can do better than that. Ever had pasta Alfredo?”

She glanced up at me quizzically, causing my pulse to race again. “What’s that?”

“Mac cheese on steroids. You’re gonna love it.” I could always buy Alfredo sauce in a jar and pretend that I’d cooked it from scratch.

Later, when I cooked dinner, the cheese melted into the omelette, its age lost once I’d trimmed the moldy bits off. As for my chips, they were just as I’d promised, and Mum was suitably impressed. It seemed I’d got off to a good start.

*****

The next day Ashley peeped into my room, saw I had a guitar, and pleaded with me to teach her how to play it. So that evening, after dinner, we had a brief impromptu lesson. We used the drawing room, as I thought Ursula might be a little reluctant for her daughter and me to be shut up together in a bedroom, either hers or mine.

We placed two upright chairs facing each other and passed the guitar back and forth. You may have noticed that playing the guitar while sitting down requires you to part your legs. Professional players simply lay the instrument across their left thigh, but the body of the guitar would’ve obscured my view up her skirt, so I told her to use her right thigh — which to my mind, makes playing easier anyhow. I would show her how a chord was fingered, then pass the guitar to her and she’d try it. Each time Ashley handed it back to me, her legs would remain parted. Was she oblivious to my stolen glances, or was it that she simply didn’t care? Either way, the glimpses I got of her white cotton knickers thrilled me to the quick. I took several pictures of her with my phone, and one of them had a great view between Ashley’s thighs. Luckily, she didn’t ask to see any of the shots I took.

It was a short first lesson, as her fingers quickly became sore from pressing on the strings. “Show me your hand.” I said when she complained. Her fingers were long and narrow, perfect for the guitar. “Don’t worry, it’s just that your fingertips need to toughen up. Trim the nails on your left hand and let them grow on your right.” I gave her a big smile. “You did very well for a beginner, Ashley. I’m proud of you.” Just the touch of her hand made my pulse race.

At nine o’clock, when she went to bed, I knocked on Ashley’s door to bid her goodnight. She lay there, her sweet face just above the folded back top sheet, smiling at me. I sat on the bed, leaned in and kissed her cheek. My eyes were brimming with tears of love that I did my best to conceal.

Gently closing the door, I went across the landing to my own room and lay down, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. There I was, head over heels in love with a girl of twelve. Mind you, I didn’t see my obsession as perverted in any way. No, my love was pure and true. All I wished for was her happiness.

As I lay there hugging my pillow, I dreamed of being the one who led Ashley through the next stage of her young life. I knew that I could make her transition to womanhood much happier than my own had been, with its rejections and heartbreak, the endless longing for what I could never have. I could make her love me, and return that love ten times over.

But first, I had to secure my position as au pair. All I had going for me thus far was that Ashley seemed to really like me, and that Ursula’s sister was a fellow alcoholic. But then I remembered the little flicker that had registered on my gaydar the first time I’d spoken to Ursula, an instinct that was nearly always dead-on reliable. Beneath her business-like exterior, I thought, lurked a woman who might find me desirable — and if a sexual connection could be forged with the mother, I’d be safely on the road to bedding the daughter.

That said, it seemed far too early for me to make a move on Ursula, even if she seemed interested. I chose to play it by ear, and if an opportunity presented itself, I’d seize it with both hands.

*****

The days rolled by. I worked assiduously to keep the house clean and tidy, so Ursula would have no reason to let me go. I looked up recipes on the internet and practiced cooking them during the day when I was on my own, so I could feed them into the garbage disposal if they turned out badly.

Every afternoon I helped Ashley with her homework, the two of us up in her room, seated side by side at her desk, our heads close together, hips and shoulders occasionally touching, chatting and laughing together. A strong bond was forming between us.

Occasionally, Ursula would look at me in a way that made my body pulse with arousal. She never gave out any overt signals that she was attracted to me, but my intuition recognised that there was something there, that Ursula was already planning her first move.

It came even sooner than I’d expected. One late evening, after tucking Ashley in, I went down to the drawing room where I found Ursula relaxing on the settee, sipping a glass of red wine. She wore a classic little black number — form-fitting without being tight, coming down to just above the knee.

“You don’t have a problem with me drinking in your presence, do you?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Not at all. I have to live in the real world, after all. Your drinking won’t affect me.”

“Good, because I like a glass before bedtime.” From Ursula’s relaxed demeanor and the warmth in her voice, I suspected that she’d already had more than “a glass.”

Taking another sip from her glass, she eyed me up and down. I’d seen that look before — mostly in lesbian pick-up joints. “I’m not sure that I care for that tartan-shirt-and-jeans look of yours, Misty. You never seem to wear anything else.” Truth was, my wardrobe was based on what I could afford… and what tended to hold up the best through repeated wear. “You’re far too attractive to style yourself like a lumberjack, if you’ll forgive me for saying so. You’d look much nicer in a dress.”

“I like yours,” I said. “You have exquisite taste.”

She smiled. “Thank you. You know, I bet this would look even better on you. Why don’t you try it on? Come over here and unzip me.” She stood and turned around, presenting her back.

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer as I slowly approached her. Taking hold of the zipper with nervous fingers, I slowly pulled it down. Ursula let the dress fall to her ankles, revealing a pair of full cut, white nylon knickers, trimmed with lace. Nothing else.

Her body was exquisite. Her tits were small and firm and would never need a bra, and she had lean, strong legs, the kind I love most when they’re wrapped around my back. Her panties were snug enough to reveal the outline of her cleft, making it clear that she was shaven smooth.

Ursula stepped out of the dress, saying, “Your turn. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I unzipped my jeans, remembering that I was wearing a pair of men’s briefs underneath, a look that drove my last girlfriend wild. Taking a deep breath, I tugged my jeans and underpants down in one fell swoop, stepped out of them and looked up at Ursula, my eyes burning into hers as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and spread it wide, then shrugged it off and to the floor.

Her gaze riveted me to the spot as it slowly travelled down the length of my body, finally pausing at the sight of my own baby-smooth vulva.

“Misty, you’re gorgeous!” she breathed.

My suspicions were confirmed! She was gay all right — I could read the desire in her eyes. I let her look at me for a beat, then picked up her dress from the floor, stepped into it and pulled it over my hips, turning my back to let her zip me up.

Ursula ran her hands down my sides and over my bum to smooth it down, then stood back. “It’s a perfect fit. You look much more elegant now than you do in those ratty jeans.”

Fine by me, I thought. If she likes femmes, I can do femme. By that point, I’d have crawled through a minefield to keep this job and get closer to Ashley.

“Thanks for letting me try it on,” I said, turning my back to her again, this time so she could unzip me. I let the dress fall and turned to face her as I stepped out of it.

She gazed at my nakedness, absently licking her lips. Finally, she spoke. “One day soon when I have time, we’ll go shopping together, and I’ll buy you a decent wardrobe.” She held up a hand before I could reply. “No, don’t say anything — I can afford it, and seeing you looking nice is worth every penny.” Moving over to where the dress lay, she bent down to pick it up. “Until then, why don’t you keep this dress? Think of it as a token of appreciation for all you’ve done for Ashley… and for me.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Still completely nude, I sat down in an armchair just opposite the settee. Now that I knew where this was going, I studied Ursula as a potential sex partner. Mind you, I wasn’t averse to fucking adult women, despite my obsession with Ashley. The way I saw it, since I had no idea if I’d ever entice that sweet little twelve-year-old into bed, why not take the edge off with her mum?

Seating herself on the settee, Ursula took a sip of wine. She gazed over the glass at my thighs which were primly pressed together. I knew that pretending to be modest while naked or scantily clad could usually be counted on to drive older women frantic with lust. I waited for a few heartbeats, then parted my legs just a few inches, enough to give her a glimpse of my cunt.

“If you don’t mind,” I said, “I’m not going to bother getting dressed. I’d only have to take it all off again when I go to bed.”

“I don’t mind a bit,” she said, smiling.

I lay back in the deep comfort of the chair, casually spreading my knees another six inches or so.

Ursula’s eyes widened, then she spoke again. “I hope you don’t mind me staring at you, Misty. It’s just that you’re so beautiful. Your figure is perfect… I love girls with nice small tits. Big floppy ones turn me off.”

Now I was in full exhibitionist mode, letting Ursula see everything I had. “No, I don’t mind you staring. You can look all you like. I love showing off my body. When girls look at me, I get tingly all over.” I was lewdly displaying myself, thighs as far apart as the arms of the chair would allow.

“God, your cunt is beautiful,” she murmured, as if talking to herself. Then her eyes met mine. “Um, you’re okay with me calling it that, right?”

I laughed. “Oh, yeah. I like it when girls talk dirty.” Hooking my knees over the arms of the chair, I opened my legs as wide as they’d go. “Keep looking at my cunt, Ursula, look long and hard.” I placed both hands flat on my tummy and slowly slid them down until my fingers were able to spread my lips apart, revealing the pink grotto within.

“Oh, my God,” she croaked, pushing herself off the settee and going down on her knees in the plush carpet. As if hypnotized, she began to crawl towards me, her eyes riveted to my pussy.

I held up a hand, the palm facing her in a “stop” gesture. “Stay there, Ursula. I’m not going to let you touch me.” A look of acute distress crossed her face. “Not yet, at least. Perhaps one day soon, but tonight, I just want you to look.” With that, I plunged two fingers deep into my vagina, as far as they could go, then took them out to suck on, smearing the thick honey all over my mouth. Then I placed those fingers on either side of my clit and rapidly worked them up and down — my favourite way to masturbate. Ursula was on hands and knees, just three feet away, her eyes locked on the action.

“I’ve never let anyone watch me do this,” I said — overlooking, for the moment, my preteen primary school antics. “You’re the first, and I fucking love it. Take a picture with your phone. Take lots of pictures and show them to your dyke friends. Hell, put them on the internet so the whole world can watch me.” I was amazed by my own boldness, but it felt so amazingly good to let myself go in such a lewd, nasty way.

Ursula sat back on the settee and fumbled through her handbag on the end table, spilling half the contents in the process. Finally her shaking hand emerged with a phone. Thumbing it on, she started taking pictures. “Zoom in and get some close ups,” I told her. The flash went off half a dozen times, then she put the phone down on the coffee table and thrust a hand down the front of her knickers.

“Oh, this is perfect,” I said. “Go ahead, finger your pussy! I love to see a woman make love to herself. Now, I want to watch you come. Go on, fuck yourself with your fingers, then suck them clean and get a nice taste of your cunt. Mine tastes marvelous — if you’re good, you might get to sample it someday.”

Ursula sucked on her fingers, then roughly shoved her knickers down past her knees until they ringed her ankles. Her thighs were now spread wide apart to display her cunt which, like mine, was shaved bare. Her face and chest were deeply flushed.

We both worked vigourously to bring ourselves off and, as I anticipated, she came first. With a loud cry, her legs slammed together, trapping her hand. She went rigid for a moment, eyes squeezed tightly shut — then with a loud release of breath she went limp, her head falling back.

I stopped frigging myself, licked my fingers clean and picked up my clothes and the little black dress. I stood for a second, looking at her.

“How did you know I’m gay?” I asked.

“You mentioned the ‘Just for Today” group. My sister’s a member. It’s mostly lesbians, right?”

I laughed, nodded and went upstairs to my room to finish myself off.  Always leave them wanting more, I thought.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Amanda

1796 – Philadelphia and New York 

The servants had brought breakfast to my room. This was not unheard of but rare. Soon after the meal arrived, Catherine came in and sat with me while I ate. I had been living with her for three years now, and most of my morning meals were taken in the dining room or sometimes the kitchen.

“I’m traveling south, to Georgia, to breed one of my mares,” Catherine informed me, looking sad. “I shan’t be returning alone.”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s too terrible to face, I fear.”

I wiped my mouth and sat up straighter. “But, what is it?”

“Now that my mother is dead, I am the end of the family line. I once hoped she would become well again and bear a brother for me. Someone to will our fortune to. However this has never happened. So it falls to me to produce an heir.”

“You can’t mean…”

“Indeed I do.” Tears formed in her eyes. “I fear that my parties, my tavern, the life I love, must come to an end.”

“This cannot be, Catherine. Surely there is another way.” Setting my tray aside, I moved closer. “Can women not own property handed down to them? This is the new world, is it not?”

She looked at me for a moment, then said, “And then, after I am gone, to whom should my holdings pass?”

“But if you marry, would your husband not take everything?” I asked.

“I’m no fool, child. My lawyer, he is my uncle. Though I control much wealth, my holdings are, on paper, scant. It is by fortune alone that my uncle would be so honest as to fulfill my father’s wishes. And I fear he might not have been so were it not that my father’s fortune pales next to his own. What is mine is hidden in false holding companies and manly pseudonyms.”

“Still, surely you need not be married.”

“Should I produce a bastard?” She seemed to contemplate this for a moment. I could see that she was desperately searching for some alternative. “Perhaps rescue an orphan and will it all to her?”

This notion brightened her face slightly. To me it sounded like the perfect solution, but even being in her home, I did not fully understand the nuances of people of wealth.

“No man shall abide my wickedness,” Catherine said quietly. “The whole of my life will change, and all so I can produce an heir to leave my fortune to.”

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. “I have always hated my fortune, and now it has cost me everything I hold dear… funny, isn’t it?” she scoffed. “The things we cherish most often cannot be bought.”

“But why?” I pleaded. “Why must you marry a man? Leave it all to Alice, or…”

“To you?” she smiled. “If only that were possible.”

“Why can’t it be?”

I had to understand this. I was scarcely concerned with the prospect of inheriting her wealth. What I feared was losing everything else Catherine meant to me. “Why can’t you make it possible?”

“It simply isn’t done. That is why.” She sounded angry.

“What will we do without you, Catherine? Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Oh, more than I can say.” She placed her hand on my arm. “My girls and my horses are all that I’ve ever loved.”

I was sobbing uncontrollably by now. I ached at the thought of losing Catherine. I wondered who else I would lose? Alice? Those I called friends from the tavern?

“What manner of wife will you make?” I asked.

“A terrible one, I’ll wager,” she laughed. “Shan’t let him touch me once I conceive. Perhaps I should be so lucky then as to have him divorce me.”

“What about a… a sodomite?” I cringed. “If you would ignore his wickedness, might he not strike a deal and ignore yours too?”

Catherine laughed again. “No I fear that Pierre is truly a man.”

“You know him already?”

“I do.”

“But Catherine, there could never be another like you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes. “What you’ve created for us, no one could ever manage that again.”

“Perhaps it will all be fine in the end. On our wedding night if I conceive it could all end there, since he’ll no doubt see that I failed to bleed for him.”

“You’ve…”

“Many years ago. From whom do you think Madeline learned about the dildo? I had learned it from my first lover. And I hope someday, Liz, you too will teach it to another. If that is the legacy I can pass on, then this will not be so horrible.”

She sighed heavily. “I’ve known for many years this time would come. I’ve simply denied it for as long as I can. I only have a few years left now in which I can produce an heir. Then it will be too late.”

“So let it be too late, Catherine. Will all your wealth to the Quakers. They could even continue to help your slaves.”

Catherine shook her head. “I have dedicated what must surely be many pounds of gold, tons of ships, and even blood, to that cause and that religion. So much that if gold were the answer, nary a Negro would live in bondage the world over. However, it is not gold which will free them, but people. And when I am gone, with or without my fortune, there shall be one less to fight for them.”

A moment of contemplation passed her. “This is something I cannot escape, love. A time comes when we all must do what is expected of us. I’ve done all I could, but now I too must do my duty. As Eliza shall someday, as Constance shall, as with all of us who must produce heirs.”

And that was the end of it.

Again I found myself devastated. It seemed that everyone I came to rely on somehow was taken from me. That was the moment I finally began to realize that I must become my own woman. I must make my own way in the world and never place my future in the hands of another again. These realizations, however, did nothing to stem my tide of tears. I cried for the next three days.

Catherine was true to her word with me. She arranged to give me all the money from the sale of Madeline’s home. She also saw to it that funds her husband would never find out about were paid to me every week. It was quite a tidy sum. Twenty-five gold coins each week. I was shocked by such generosity, and wondered to myself how I could ever begin to spend such a surplus.

I had to decide where I was going to go, what I was going to do. I could not stay in Catherine’s house, but at least I had until the next party, which was to be held in the spring of that year.

She made it known that this would be her last, and it certainly was the best, even in the shadow of her burden. Women came from across the seas to partake of her hospitality. It lasted a full week and every manner of debauchery was indulged. Catherine spared no expense in treating us all to everything she could imagine. Perhaps most surprising, it was she who put on the stage performance — much to Alice’s disappointment, as the girl had dearly hoped to be the crown jewel of this final gathering.

For the concluding year, the ultimate taboo. Catherine invited as a guest one of the former slaves she had brought to Pennsylvania years before. For many, that was a great shock. But far more shocking was to see Catherine in her coat and breeches kneeling between the woman’s legs, lapping and sucking at her sex. I asked myself if this was what she had meant by her ‘exotic tastes’.

When it all was over, I fell to tears again. Alice stayed with me another two days but could do little to comfort me. Before she left, though, she made me swear an oath that I would write to her from wherever I went.

So, that was the finish of my time with Catherine and ultimately in Philadelphia. Without Catherine’s leadership and tavern there would be nothing left of us, her girls. However, I knew a bit about some of the attendees of her parties, and I wondered whether anything like I had known here might exist elsewhere in the country.

New York City seemed to have promise. It was there that Constance had been widowed, and where she lived with a woman she commonly called her cousin. I did not know her address, but surely someone there would know her name. Constance after all was quite wealthy thanks to the death of her husband.

I had told by Catherine that I might wish to seek out Constance in New York, thus setting my heart on that city in the end. She knew others there who might be persuaded to introduce me. Little did I know at the time what she was sending me to.

Catherine had lawyers in Amsterdam, Paris, and New York City. All I would have to do is tell any of them my name, and the allowance she had afforded me would begin to come within weeks.

On the day that Catherine and I said our tearful goodbyes, she left for the south and I took a coach north from Philadelphia, but not before stopping to see Alice for what I feared might have been the last time in my life.

The trip to New York City was unexpectedly short. I would suppose that if I had done more study of maps and geography I might not have been so surprised.

I rented a room in a hotel across the street from where the coachman let me out. I stood looking out of the window wondering if this was my new home, or just a stop on the way to a life I had not yet conceived.

I was flush with cash. I had been given a thousand gold coins, plus an additional twenty-five per week paid back for the years I had lived with Catherine. I could hardly believe how much she had given me, though it was not a lifetime’s wealth. It was only enough to get me started well in a new place, and I mustn’t spend it foolishly.

As I stood in my room gazing out of the window while the sun set lazily, suddenly I became aware of the destiny that I would make for myself. It was this new vision that gave me a direction in my life. I could learn all I needed and hopefully find the perfect city to live out my dream.

I ate my supper that night content in the knowledge that I would, for the first time in my life, have a destiny of my own making. Indeed I would rely on Catherine’s money initially, but the day would come when I could thank her politely and cut myself off. I simply needed to find a way to perpetuate an income first.

In the morning I would find Constance. She had no reason to befriend me, as I was much beneath her, but we had at least our perversions in common and the knowledge of Catherine’s sorority. I hoped that perhaps that might be enough for us and she would be willing to teach me about the interesting points of New York City.

With the sunrise my first stop became Catherine’s New York lawyer. I secured my income for the following weeks, and perhaps months or years. I was about to leave the office when it occurred to me that this gentleman might be acquainted with the woman I sought.

“Sir, I was wondering,” I began. “Do you perchance know a widow by the name of Constance Burgham?”

The lawyer looked at me, curious why one like myself might ask after a lady of such station. I could tell, however, that he did know her, and hoped he would assist me in finding her.

After staring at me for several moments, he finally said, “She lives outside the city, in Kings County.”

“Would you provide me a map, perhaps?” I batted my eyes and did my level best to seem demure and helpless. I prayed this would cause him to take pity on me.

He did as I asked. And with map in hand I left him, taking the first coach I could. I gave the driver the map and we traveled for almost two hours, including a ferry ride from Manhattan to Long Island, before reaching the Burgham estate.

I was quite concerned as I walked up the path to the house. I hesitated a moment before ringing the bell. Shortly afterward a man opened the door, looking me over carefully.

“I am Elizabeth Jordan,” I said. “I am here to speak to the lady of the house.”

“No solicitors, ma’am.” He was about to shut the door, but I blocked it with my foot and smiled. “No, of course not. But I am not a solicitor. I believe she will be willing to speak with me. I am one of Catherine’s girls.”

He paused, then nodded his head and told me to wait, closing the door. After ten minutes, I thought I was being made the fool and was about to leave when the door opened again. It was the same man. “This way,” he said.

I was led through a house every bit as wonderful as Catherine’s to a parlor. There, upon a sofa, sat Constance with Mary, the supposed cousin she was never far from.

“Elizabeth Jordan, m’lady,” the man announced, then walked away.

“It took me a moment to remember your name, girl,” Constance said, looking me over. “You could have dressed better, perhaps, and my man might not have thought you a solicitor.”

She stood and approached me. “One of Catherine’s girls,” she said with a false smile. This was not going well. She did not at all look pleased to see me. “What is it? Do you want money? Quarter?”

“No, nothing like that, m’lady.”

“Good, because you shan’t find it here.” She resumed her seat on the sofa, and I moved to stand in front of her.

“You know the city,” I finally said. “I do not. I need someone to teach me the… finer points of New York City, shall we say.”

She glanced at Mary then back to me. “You’re asking me to be your guide?” Mary tittered at this.

“I’m asking you to take pity on one not unlike yourself, ma’am. Catherine has provided well for me, but I wish to find other like-minded women. Perhaps there is a place—”

“No. Not here. Nothing like what Catherine had. I’m sorry.”

She waved a hand, dismissing me, and I had no choice but to leave. I was nearly out of the parlor when she called, “How did you find me?”

When I told her about the lawyer who had given me the map, Constance seemed annoyed. I feared then that I had caused him trouble and was immediately sorry for my honesty. I left them and returned to the waiting coach, who drove me back to my hotel.

A week passed as I searched without finding any sign of anything even remotely similar to Catherine’s tavern. I had hoped I might see something, but the city was larger than Philadelphia and I realized it was very likely that without contacts here I could hunt forever and find nothing. After all, we are necessarily secretive and quite good at it.

I had begun to contemplate other cities. I spent time seeking out bookstores in hopes of finding literature of a more improper nature that might give me some clue as to where I should go next.

It was evening and I was sitting in my room looking over a book I had bought when there came a knock at my door. I got up and crossed the room, opening the door to find Mary standing outside looking a bit unsure.

“Our mutual lawyer friend told me where to find you,” she said. I stood aside to let her in.

“Does Constance know…”

“She sent me,” Mary smiled. “She’s not really so cold as she seemed.”

I suspected that. She had been quite friendly to me at Catherine’s parties.

“New York is not a friendly city for women of our type,” said Mary. “But we are not entirely alone. You will find that there is a tea party held every Monday afternoon at four.”

She handed me a slip of paper with an address. “They wouldn’t let you in off the street, but Constance has promised to send for you, and she will gain access for you.” Mary looked me over, then glanced about my room. “Please wear your finest gown.”

She did not stay any longer. Monday? That was in two days. I would have to find a frock that might allow me to pass in higher circles. Nothing I had brought from Catherine’s seemed appropriate.

I spent several hours the following day, hoping to find something that would fit since I would not have time to wait for one to be made. Eventually I found a red velvet dress that would do for the party.

When at last a coach arrived for me I hurried from my room and boarded it. I thought I might have to pay the fare, but I learned that it was one of Constance’s personal drivers.

I rode some time to a large house within the city. It seemed a fine place and I climbed the steps to the door with great hope and anticipation.

I reached out to ring the bell but the door opened and a woman in a butler’s uniform gestured for me to enter. “Miss Elizabeth Jordan, I presume.” I nodded my head and was led upstairs to a large sitting room.

Within I found five women in silk and velvet dresses seated and chatting, sipping from fine china cups. I was announced and all eyes turned to me. Mary stood and gestured to an empty chair which I took.

I sat quietly, sipping tea as I listened to the conversations of the women around me. I was not sure how to approach them, and none seemed to take much interest in me.

“Elizabeth, is it?” A voice caught my attention and I looked up to see a woman in the most lovely dress, wearing a tall white wig and smiling. “I am Josephine Prager. This is my party.”

She offered me her hand, and believing I understood, I rose and took it, kissing it gently.

“You’re one of the infamous Catherine’s girls, are you not?”

I nodded my head briefly.

“Awful sort, that Catherine, I haven’t the foggiest notion why our Constance indulges her… so, are you the girl she buggered for entertainment?”

There was a titter from the others. I was sure I had blushed, but in truth I felt more anger than shame. Catherine had set us free with her wicked parties. I could not understand how this Josephine could speak that way of her.

“No,” I shook my head. Then something came over me and I surprised myself. “But I think you could use a good buggering and I’d be happy to oblige.”

Josephine’s eyes widened but her smile did not fade. The other guests giggled and she glanced around at them, then back at me.

“Mind your manners, girl,” she snapped.

I looked over at Mary and Constance, who were seated nearby, and they both smiled up at me. “Oh, Josephine, stop being cruel,” said Mary.

Josephine calmly took a sip of her tea. I returned to my chair, keeping my gaze on her.

“We do not engage in such debauchery here,” she said. “We are proper ladies and would never do any such thing… save of course Constance and Mary, filthy sluts that they are.”

“Come now, Josephine, you’ve buggered a girl or two in your time,” Constance teased.

“Indeed, but in my defense I thought they were boys.”

Two hours passed with the women being cruel to me, to one another, and toward Catherine, all for my benefit. I had no idea how they teased me that day. I sat, taking it, grinding my teeth and biting my tongue. I did not give in to my anger. I desired nothing more than to turn them each over my knee and give them a proper spanking for their absolutely awful behavior, but I did nothing.

If these ‘ladies’ were my door to New York’s hidden dark underside, then I had no choice but to take it. No choice but to do as I’d been told and mind my manners. These women though were all I’d come to believe about the very wealthy. Bitchy, cruel, and all behind a false smile. They were not at all the type of woman Catherine and Madeline had taught me to be. Not at all the type of person I wanted to be.

Indeed I must say that what Madeline and Catherine had taught me simply would not do in the normal world which I had to be part on a daily basis. For my nights and in our private time I had learned to be something else altogether, and as terrible as it was, I enjoyed it.

For the next three weeks I continued living in my hotel and going each Monday afternoon to the tea party. I had resolved that third time that I would go no more when Josephine stopped me just as I was leaving.

“What do you know of Catherine and how she came to learn her true nature?” she asked me gently. She was speaking decently to me for the first time and I decided I would answer her question.

I turned fully to face the woman, looking into her eyes. “She calls it a legacy. One taught to her, then to Madeline, and finally to me.”

She laughed. “So you think you know what was taught Catherine? Who do you think it was bestowed that legacy upon her?”

Surprised, my eyes widened. “You?” I could hardly believe what I was hearing after the way she had spoken of Catherine.

“Of course, dear, when she was but a child, even before my husband had died.” Josephine looked quite pleased with herself as she spoke. “She was just a girl when she came beneath my wing.”

“But how?”

“Her mother was ill, and had nothing to say even then of her comings and goings. But she spent a year here and she was my… student.”

“Student, ma’am?”

“Indeed. And now, yes, now I think I should like you to be my student.”

“Me, ma’am?”

I felt quite unsure of what she meant and not a little afraid. I had no idea the honor I was being offered. Josephine said little else, however, leaving me only to imagine what it could mean. And believe you me, I failed miserably to adequately imagine.

She gave me three days to decide and to get my affairs in order. I went to Catherine’s New York lawyer and made sure that my allowance and money would be secure with him. I could only hope when I left to return to my hotel that he was as honest as she.

I waited for the coach to arrive with only my single bag, three dresses, and the sole treasure I had left of Madeline, her wicked device.

I admit that I was intrigued. If Josephine had been Catherine’s mentor, then most certainly I should learn from her as well. I might come to learn the things I needed to meet with the destiny I had chosen for myself.

After all I’d seen, I would find that I was still extremely naive. In the next year of my life I would learn the most horrible things, and yet I would endure it, ever faithful that I might someday pass on Catherine’s legacy, as she had called it.

Josephine’s coach came and I boarded it, preparing myself for what I was going to. At the time I thought myself ready. Surely much of what she would try to show me I would already be acquainted with, and soon I would come to know all those delicious feminine pleasures again. Indeed I felt a kind of giddy excitement at the thought of tasting a woman’s sex on my lips, feeling the softness of her skin neath my fingertips.

I had ridden many times to the house where Josephine held her tea parties, and expected we would again. But the driver turned to the east and we went to the river, took the ferry, then traveled two more hours before arriving at a fabulous estate that could rival even Catherine’s.

I was let out at the door and climbed the short stair, ringing the bell as soon as I reached it. It would have seemed that I was eagerly awaited as the door opened immediately and I found a maid smiling back at me.

“Elizabeth, I presume.”

I curtsied quickly.

“You’re expected.” She led me to a parlor where Josephine sat quietly strumming a harp. I must admit this sight surprised me a bit, but I did not show it.

She continued what she was playing as I stood in anticipation. I was becoming uncomfortable when at last the woman finished, then arose and strode across the room to stand before me.

“An oath,” she said. “You will follow my tutelage without question and without resistance or I shall throw you out on that little ass of yours.”

This concerned me, naturally, but still I’d no idea all that Josephine had in store for me, so I was sure I was prepared.

“Yes,” I answered.

“No. No, you do not speak to me so. You shall answer me only with ‘If it pleases you, my mistress.’ Do you understand?”

What a strange thing to say, I thought, but I obliged her. “If it pleases you, my mistress,” I responded.

“Now swear your oath to me.’

“If it—”

“No, repeat the oath to me as I told you. And bow your head before me.”

I did as she instructed, bowing my head. “I shall follow your tutelage without question or resistance… if it pleases you, my mistress.”

“Very good,” she said. “You should not look me in the eye again, girl.” She glanced down at my bag on the floor. “Come, I will take you to your room.”

I was led to a large room with an impressive bed. Four tall posts rose from the foot and head of the bed to hold aloft a silken canopy. It was such a fine soft bed that I could hardly believe it would be mine. I’d no thought at all that its loveliness also hid utility.

After placing my bag in the wardrobe, I turned to find Josephine standing directly behind me. “Remove your clothes,” she said.

I swallowed hard, a bit frightened by her tone.

“Did you hear me, girl?”

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

I did not know it then, but from that day on I would say little else but ‘If it pleases you, mistress’ time and again.

I did as I was told, taking off my dress and undergown.

“The rest,” she demanded, as I stood before her in my petticoats. Again I uttered what soon would be my motto and removed what clothing I had left.

Josephine went to the night table and picked up a bell. I stood, naked and feeling quite shy. When she rang the bell, my belly tightened. I knew that in a moment a servant would arrive.

It was the very maid who had let me into the house. Josephine handed her my clothing, then went to the wardrobe and took my bag, giving this also to the girl.

“Take it away, Sandra,” she ordered. The maid curtsied and left along with all I had brought.

I stood quietly, my eyes on the floor just before Josephine’s feet. I watched her stepping closer. When she stood directly before me, she spoke again. “Serve me.”

I opened my mouth to speak but said nothing. I did not know what she meant exactly, yet I was too frightened to ask. She repeated her order, this time grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to my knees. I understood then, of course, as she pulled the front of her dress up slightly.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

I took the woman’s dress and skirts and lifted them to find that she wore nothing else beneath save her stockings and garter belt. While everything else I’d experienced in the past few minutes had frightened me, this did not. This, rather, felt as if I were slipping in to a comfortable bed, warm and soft.

I leaned forth and wrapped my lips around her clitoris. I slid my fingers between her folds and worked them in and out as I lapped at her sex. I could hear Josephine’s breath coming faster and shorter as I drank in her juices and lavished in the experience.

I could tell she was recently bathed and perfumed, but the scent of her sex rose all the same and I loved it. She was fresh and lovely even in her years. I sucked her sex and licked her folds, I drove my tongue deep within her and moved my fingers more quickly as she rocked on her heels. Her sex grew wetter as I worked my magic upon her, and I knew that at any moment she would climax.

Josephine reached out and steadied herself on the wardrobe as an orgasm ripped through her. I felt her wetness run down my chin and fingers and tried to catch every drop with my tongue. It had been too long since last I’d known this exquisite sin, and if I should be damned for it I dare not miss a single bit.

I slipped from beneath her dress and remained kneeling before her, unsure if she would allow me to stand again.

“Rise,” she commanded after several moments.

I did. I glanced up only long enough to see that she was smiling. I remember feeling a bit of pride at that.

“Come, dinner will be ready soon,” she said.

I glanced about the room briefly, saying nothing but feeling distraught that she intended to parade me about the house in my nakedness with her scent upon me and her taste still in my mouth.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Amanda Lynn

Piper sat in front of her computer, smiling back at the wide-eyed image of her cousin that filled her monitor. Amber was also there, kneeling beside Piper’s chair. It had only been a couple of hours since Stephanie had left for work and Piper couldn’t wait to tell Brooke about what had happened the night before. While they waited in Amber’s room, Piper recounted the events of the previous evening, much to Amber’s delight. Once Jessica had left for work, Piper sent Brooke a text asking her to meet them online, as the two girls headed for Piper’s bedroom.

“Wow! You and your mom did it! That’s awesome, Pipes. How did it happen?”

“Yeah, it was great,” Piper replied with a giggle and, for the second time in as many hours, explained the events of the evening before. Piper could see Brooke’s face flush as she spoke and was pretty sure the girl was touching herself.

“And that’s not all,” Piper continued. “Mom and Amber have been having sex too.”

“Holy crap! Really?” Brooke asked. She paused for a moment, and her eyes narrowed. Looking at the two of them on her laptop monitor she asked. “How about you two? Have you… you know… fucked?”

Amber and Piper looked at each other. Smiled. Then looked back at the monitor and nodded.

“Wow! I wish I lived closer. I would be over there in a flash, and the three of us could… well, if Amber wanted to fool around with me, that is,” Brooke said. She was beginning to breathe a little quicker, and it was evident that her hand, though hidden off screen, was moving rapidly between her legs.

“I would,” Amber said with a grin. “I haven’t forgotten that kiss at Piper’s party.” Amber thought for a moment. “I guess I could ask the same question of you two,” she grinned at each of them, an eyebrow raised.

“Guilty as charged,” Brooke said before Piper had a chance to respond. The girls giggled with excitement at the naughty secrets they were sharing.

“Do you two think you’ll have a threesome with Steph?” Brooke asked.

“I suggested that, but Mom said she’d have to think about it,” Piper said, as she looked over at Amber and smiled. Amber’s eyes widened at the revelation, the shocked look on her face lasting only for a second before melting into a broad grin.

“Maybe the three of us could have some fun together, right now,” Amber suggested. “Although it looks like you’ve already started, Brooke.”

Amber and Piper chuckled.

Brooke just grinned then pushed her chair back from her desk and stood. Without so much as a word, she quickly pulled off her shirt, pants, and panties, letting them drop to the floor. Sitting back down, she positioned herself in front of the webcam to give Piper and Amber a clear view of her naked body. She spread her legs and resumed playing with herself, smiling into the camera.

Piper and Amber just stared at the screen, watching Brooke. The girl slouched down in her chair with legs splayed wide, her fingers rubbing her clit.

Brooke looked at her screen and frowned. “What are you two waiting for? An invitation?”

Piper and Amber stood and quickly stripped, throwing their clothes onto the bed. “I’ll get the chair from Mom’s room,” Piper said.

“No. Wait,” Brooke said. “I want to watch you two do each other.”

“What did you have in mind?” Amber asked playfully, her fingers teasing her own nipples. Piper stood beside her, rubbing her clit as she smiled at the screen and then at Amber.

“Kiss Amber’s nipples, Pipes.”

Piper turned and made sure they were in front of the camera, then gently gave each nipple a long kiss. Done, she looked at the screen and waited.

“Lick them. Slowly.”

Piper obeyed, taking her time to play the tip of her tongue over each erect peak. Piper could see Amber’s skin flush and heard her soft moan. Piper then pushed the flat of her tongue over the sensitive, pebbled flesh.

“Now suck.”

Taking a quick glance at the monitor, Piper could see Brooke fucking herself with a finger while she rubbed her clit furiously. Piper sucked one of Amber’s nipples into her mouth as she pinched at the other.

Amber moaned again. “That feels so good, Piper,” Amber whispered.

Piper looked up and took her mouth away long enough to smile seductively. She didn’t have time to suck on the other nipple before Brooke issued her next order.

“Sit in the chair, Amber,” Brooke said hotly. “Show me your pussy.”

Amber sat in the chair, and Piper moved behind her. Amber spread her legs and then, as Piper fondled her tits from behind, pulled her lips aside and exposed the glistening pink flesh of her sex to the camera.

Brooke moaned. “Play with your clit,” she breathed huskily.

Amber fingered her clit with small circular movements. Her own breathing was ragged.

“Eat… her… pussy… Pipes,” Brooke said between breaths.

Piper quickly moved around to the front of the chair and dropped to her knees. She pushed Amber’s hand away and locked her mouth on the teen’s swollen clit.

Amber bucked and grabbed Piper’s head. “Fuck! Yes!” Amber said with a throaty voice, then groaned loudly.

That was all that Brooke needed to push her over the edge. Her disembodied cry rang from the small speakers and filled Piper’s bedroom.

Piper worked Amber’s clit with her lips and tongue. She teased and licked and nipped at the sensitive bud. The scent of Amber’s arousal invaded her nostrils, causing the young girl to moan. Piper pushed two fingers deep into Amber and eagerly fucked her for several minutes.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Amber squeaked as she clamped her thighs together, trapping Piper’s head, her body shaking from the pleasure of her climax.

When Amber relaxed, Piper sat back, licking the juices from her lips and looking up at Amber. The teen slouched in the chair, eyes closed. Her breathing was rapid, but slowing.

Piper looked over at the computer monitor and saw that Brooke was sitting up in her chair watching them intently. She had already recovered from her own orgasm. Brooke was smiling, a hand between her legs, mindlessly toying with her clit.

Amber sat up after a few moments and took a deep breath. “Wow! That was great.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Piper said with a giggle.

“I think you should return the favor.”

The two girls looked up at the monitor and smiled at Brooke.

“It would be my pleasure,” Amber said, holding a hand out to Piper.

Piper grinned, taking Amber’s hand. She pulled the teen to her feet and directly into an embrace.

Amber kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into Piper’s mouth.

Piper moaned and returned the embrace, accepting Amber’s tongue.

Amber held the kiss as she maneuvered Piper by the shoulders to the chair and, with a little downward pressure on her shoulders, had her sit. Amber broke the kiss and was soon on her knees, pushing the preteen’s legs apart. With deliberate movements, she began kissing Piper’s inner thigh, inching closer to her goal.

“Yeah, that’s it, nice and slow,” Brooke said.

To Piper, the teen’s kisses were agonizingly slow. The soft lips on her skin felt great, but she wanted those lips somewhere else. Somewhere a little farther north.

Finally, Amber began to place sweet kisses all over her vulva, at least a dozen times or more.

Piper moaned, and her skin flushed as prickles of excitement raced through her. Piper shuddered, feeling Amber’s tongue explore her folds and then her throbbing clit. Gently placing a hand on Amber’s head, she held it in place and pushed her young cunt against the teen’s mouth.

Amber took the hint and sucked on the erect clit.

“Right there. That’s it,” Piper murmured.

“Eat that little pussy, Amber. Make her come,” Brooke said in a husky voice.

Amber flicked her tongue over the swollen bud, then swirled around it before sucking on the sensitive flesh once again. She pushed her tongue down into the moaning girl’s core, swirling around and tasting the sweet nectar for a moment before quickly moving back up to her clit.

Piper whined and bucked, clawing at the arms of the chair. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come,” Piper pleaded. She gulped with each sentence.

Amber continued to torment Piper’s clit with her tongue and mouth.

Piper moaned and bucked and twitched in her seat. Her climax was imminent, she could feel the pressure reaching its apex. It held at the plateau for just a second, and when Amber nipped at her clit, her orgasm erupted with the force of Krakatoa.

Piper stiffened and shook and cried out. Her breath caught for several seconds before she gasped loudly, drawing in a lungful of air. In a bedroom several miles away, more sounds of orgasm filled the air. Brooke was busy cursing out her own climax.

“God. That felt good,” Piper said. She shuffled back into the chair, smiling at Amber, and then looking over at Brooke’s image on the screen. She too was composing herself, struggling to sit up in her chair.

“Wow! That was really fun, guys,” Brooke said. She had stood and was retrieving her clothes from the floor. “But I need to go. Mom and I are going shopping soon.”

“Okay then. Talk to you later,” Piper said.

“Bye, Pipes. Bye, Amber.”

“Bye,” Amber said, and the video feed went black.

“Shower, and then the mall?” Amber suggested as she stood.

Piper smiled and got up from the chair and shut down the computer. “Sounds like a plan.”

“I have an idea,” Amber said, a sly grin on her face.

“About what?” Piper pushed the chair up to the desk and turned to face Amber.

“Convincing Steph that she wants to have a threesome with us.”

Piper’s smile broadened. “Really? How?”

“I’ll explain in the shower. Let’s go,” Amber replied holding out a hand. Piper took it, and the two naked girls headed for the bathroom.

 

*******

 

“Steph — I asked for whole wheat.”

Goddamn it! That was the third order she’d screwed up since ten o’clock this morning. It was the lunch-hour rush, and the diner was crazy busy, even more than usual. But that was no excuse, and Stephanie knew it, especially with this customer.

Jack was a businessman who found his way to Ruby’s Diner a few times a month. He always ordered the same thing: a club on whole wheat, hold the fries, and had been doing so ever since he divorced Marcy, almost 13 years ago now. Before that, it had been a BLT on whole wheat. He switched because he said the BLT reminded him of her.

She turned to face him. “I’m sorry Jack. I’ll fix it for you,” Stephanie said, reaching for his plate.

He waved her away. “Don’t be silly. This place is a madhouse. Go tend to your other customers. I’ll live.”

Stephanie gave him an apologetic smile. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Yes. Now go. Just don’t make it a habit. I might think you’re trying to drive me away,” he said with a wink and a smile.

“Okay, if you’re sure. Thanks, Jack, I owe you one,” Stephanie said as she turned to grab the next order up from the kitchen. She didn’t know that Jack had fixed his gaze on her ass as she walked away, or of the naughty thoughts that were running through his mind.

It was just before two in the afternoon when Stephanie got her first chance to sit down for a moment. The lunch rush was over, and there were only a few customers in the diner. Stephanie took a long drink from the glass of water she had just poured when Gary stuck his face up and looked at her through the order window from the kitchen.

“Hey, Steph, you okay? You seem a bit off your game today,” he said, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Sorry, Gary. Got some stuff on my mind. That’s all,” Stephanie replied with a smile as she twisted her hips and rotated the stool to face him.

“Nothing serious, I hope. Girl problems maybe?” he said with a wink and a chuckle.

Stephanie snorted. “You could say that. Ten-year-old girl problems.” Except maybe ‘problems’ wasn’t the right word. The memories of what she and Piper had done the night before were occupying her thoughts and distracting her from her work. Stephanie didn’t regret what had happened, but she was concerned about how it would affect their relationship and their future.

“Oh! I don’t think I want to know then,” Gary teased.

No, you’re right, you don’t, Stephanie thought, giving Gary a small smile. What would you think if you knew I was having sex with my ten-year-old daughter, and her fourteen-year-old sitter? Before she had a chance to answer herself, the little bell that hung above the door jingled as someone entered.

Stephanie stood and turned to greet the newcomer. The practiced smile that she wore for customers brightened the instant she saw who the woman was.

“Hey, sis,” Neve smiled and waved.

“Neve, hey!” Stephanie said as she moved to her sister and embraced her. She held Neve close and let her hands travel up and down her big sister’s back. Neve’s hands rested lightly on her back. She held her sister for a long moment, to the point where the other customers were starting to stare.

Neve gently pulled away. “Steph, is everything okay?” Concern registered in her voice.

“Yeah. Can’t a girl give her big sister a hug?” she smiled sweetly.

“Of course, but you haven’t held me like that since we use to… well, since we were young,” Neve answered as a smile crossed face.

Stephanie felt the warmth rise in her cheeks, knowing what Neve was alluding to. “Sorry. It’s been a hectic week. I just needed a hug.”

“Well, I’m glad I stopped by then,” Neve said as she took Stephanie’s elbow and guided her to the stools and they sat. “I was on my way home from a meeting in the city and thought I’d drop in instead of calling. I was thinking that you and I and the girls should go to the cottage for the weekend.”

Stephanie thought about it for a moment. It would be nice to get away for a few days. She hadn’t been to the family cottage for a couple of years. Some of her favorite childhood memories were from the summer vacations she’d spent there with Neve and their mother and father. Those memories included the many times when they were young that she and Neve would sneak off to their favorite secluded spot and make love in the grass.

Sighing contently, she smiled at her sister. “That sounds like a fantastic idea,” she said, but then paused. “Will our parents be there?” The question came out harsher than she intended.

Neve frowned. It bothered her that there was still bad blood between Stephanie and their father. But she didn’t want to get into it.

“No, Steph,” she answered with a sigh. “Just the four of us. Five if Piper wants to invite Amber too.”

Stephanie smiled at the thought, ignoring her sister’s frustrated tone. “Okay. When do you want to go?”

“Friday. I’ll pick up the girls after lunch, and you can join us there when you’re finished work?” Neve suggested.

“Sure,” Stephanie said as she stood and grabbed a coffee pot. “I’ll call you later to discuss the details,” she continued, pausing long enough to give Neve a quick peck on the cheek, then walked toward the tables to check on her customers.

“Okay, Steph. I’ll chat with you later then.” Neve said as she headed for the door.

Topping up her customers’ coffee, Stephanie glanced back to where her sister had been. She smiled thinking of the embrace and her sister’s reminder of their youth. It had been so long since they had been intimate. Deep down, she missed it. Maybe being with Piper and Amber was dredging up all those old memories and feelings of being with her sister. Stephanie wondered if Neve ever thought of those nights in their bedroom, so many years ago, quietly making love. Maybe she could talk to Neve about it this weekend, and perhaps they could… Stephanie shook her head, dismissing that part of the thought.

The rest of her shift went without further incident, and she felt much happier. She was looking forward to the weekend now, more than usual, and could hardly wait to get home and let Piper and Amber know of the planned trip to the lake.

When Stephanie arrived at Jessica’s, she was mildly surprised to find that Piper and Amber were already at her apartment.

“They asked me if Amber could sleep over at your place tonight,” Jessica said with a smile. “I told them it was all right with me as long as you were okay with it. I swear those two are joined at the hip.”

“I don’t mind at all. She’s a pleasure to have around,” Stephanie said.

“Maybe you would like to adopt her then?” Jessica laughed, leaning against the wooden door frame of her apartment.

Umm. I would like that. A lot of fun could be had, she thought. “Maybe I should,” Stephanie replied with a grin. “Listen, um, Piper, and I are going to our cottage this weekend along with Neve and Brooke. I was going to invite Amber. Would that be okay with you?”

“Would it!” Her eyes brightened. “Hell, yeah, it would be okay!”

Jessica straightened, leaned in close to Stephanie and whispered in her ear. “I just bought a new toy and I’ve been aching to try it out, without worrying about little ears, if you know what I mean,” A devilish grin crossed her face, and she waggled her eyebrows.

Stephanie snorted. “You, naughty girl,” she said playfully. Turning to leave she said. “I’ll let Amber know.”

“What!” A horrified cry came from Jessica.

Looking back and seeing the priceless expression on the woman’s face, Stephanie broke into a fit of laughter that lasted for several seconds. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she calmed herself. Now seeing a confused look on her friend’s face, Stephanie spoke.

“I meant about the cottage, Jess,” she smiled. Her cheeks hurt from laughing so much.

It was Jessica’s turn to laugh. “Oh, my god. Of course,” she said placing a hand over her heart.

“Talk to you later, Jess.” Stephanie turned, still giggling, and headed for her apartment.

The smell of scented candles immediately greeted Stephanie when she opened the front door. Stepping inside, she closed the door. It was dark, and she reached for a light switch.

“Don’t,” a soft young voice commanded.

What the hell? she thought. Deciding to let whatever this was play out, she dropped her hand and peered into the darkness of the living room.

Several candles burned around the room, but their glow was insufficient for Stephanie to discern much detail.

“Come in,” the voice said.

Setting her purse down, she moved deeper into the room. Stephanie felt amused by what was happening. She had recognized Amber’s voice as the one that had spoken to her. A few more steps and she could see the ghostly forms of Piper and Amber standing behind the armchair. The flickering candlelight cast changing patterns of light and dark over their bodies. Slowly Stephanie’s eyes adjusted to the low light.

The girls were smiling, and they appeared to be topless. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine.

What are these two minxes up to? Apparently, Piper has told Amber about us.

“Have a seat,” Amber said, motioning to the chair.

Without a word, Stephanie moved to the chair and sat. In her peripheral vision, she caught movement to each side. On her left, Piper came into view as she moved to stand in front of Stephanie. She was indeed topless and wore only a pair of pink panties. She didn’t speak but smiled sweetly. Getting to her knees, the girl began to untie her mother’s shoes.

At Stephanie’s right, Amber stood holding a small tray with a glass of white wine sitting on top. She was also topless and wore a blue thong that, even in the dim light, accentuated her sex. Her young slit was quite evident beneath the tight material. Stephanie swallowed. She could feel her heart race, the heat and arousal between her legs letting its presence be known.

Amber lowered the tray slightly, offering the wine. Stephanie took the glass and Amber disappeared. Looking down at Piper, she saw the girl had finished removing her shoes. She smiled as her daughter slowly pulled the ankle socks from her tired feet. Then Piper took her mother’s foot in her hand and gently massaged it. Stephanie moaned. It felt so good.

Stephanie took a large sip of her wine then put her head back and closed her eyes. A pair of hands touched her shoulders and start to knead the flesh above her clavicles.

Now, this is the life, she thought. A contented sigh escaped her.

Amber’s hands kneaded her shoulders and upper arms. After a few soothing moments of massage, she felt the fingertips of Amber’s hands travel softly over each collarbone until they met in the middle. Then with a slow, deliberate motion, she began to unbutton Stephanie’s uniform dress.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she tilted her head back further and looked up at Amber. The girl just smiled back and shushed her when she tried to speak. Looking back down, she smiled, watching Piper, who was also slowly unbuttoning her dress, starting at the bottom.

She closed her eyes again. Stephanie’s excitement was building with each button that came undone. She was breathing a little deeper, her chest heaving slightly. The skin on her chest was already flushed red. Her breath hitched. Amber had undone the last of the buttons and pushed open her dress. The teen’s hands were caressing the gentle slope of her breasts, moving over the top to cup and squeeze the fleshy globes that lay beneath the lacy material of her bra. Amber unclasped the front of the bra and pushed it off, exposing the stiff pink nipples to the air and causing her to shiver. Stephanie moaned when her sexy young lover pinched and pulled them.

Down below she felt her knees pushed apart and small hands sliding up her inner thighs. Stephanie knew she was wet. She wondered if her daughter could smell the scent of her arousal. She felt Piper’s hands move from her thighs to her hips. Instinctively, Stephanie lifted her butt when she felt the waistband of her panties pulled down.

Oh god. This is going to happen, isn’t it? Piper is going to have her threesome regardless of what I said, she thought.

Right now, however, Stephanie didn’t care. That familiar feeling in her center was building and she was powerless to stop it. Besides, deep down she did want this to happen. She wanted to make love to Piper and Amber together in her bed. It seemed for the moment, though, that the girls were in charge. Maybe they would just fuck right here on the living room floor.

Amber had moved to her side again. Their lips touched. Stephanie felt Amber’s tongue tracing across her lips. She parted them, and Amber’s tongue began to explore inside. Stephanie reached out with her tongue and found Amber’s. They played, swirling and dancing together. Both she and Amber uttered soft moans. They broke the kiss, just long enough to take a breath.

Stephanie took the opportunity to place her wine glass on the small table beside her chair.

She cupped Amber’s ear with her hand and pulled the girl in for another kiss. Stephanie loved the feel of Amber’s lips on hers. They were soft and warm, and she tasted the sweet flavor of the girl’s cherry lipgloss. She could feel the heat of Amber’s breath as it tickled her. Stephanie’s skin prickled, and little tendrils of pleasure snaked their way through her.

Stephanie suddenly gasped into Amber’s mouth, and her hips jerked. Her clit, exposed now that Piper had removed her panties, had been throbbing, begging for attention. Without warning, Piper had put her mouth on her mother’s clit and sucked. Fingers of pleasure shot from her core and radiated outward. Stephanie groaned and squirmed as the Piper manipulated the sensitive bud with all the skill of someone much more seasoned in the ways of lovemaking.

Amber had moved to her knees. Kissing her way, she brushed her lips against Stephanie’s salty skin. She nibbled on her ear and kissed her neck. Nipping at the soft skin above her collarbone. Placing sweet kisses on her breast until her mouth hovered over a stiff pink nipple, Amber’s tongue flicked across it slowly. The teen put a hand on Stephanie’s belly and caressed the soft flesh. Amber could feel the muscles twitching beneath Stephanie’s sweat-slick skin.

Stephanie whimpered as Amber teased with her tongue and Piper explored her folds with a finger. Juices were flowing freely and Stephanie’s hips rocked against Piper’s mouth in response to the continued torment. Stephanie gripped the armrests, knuckles white. Lightning flashed along every nerve as the pressure inside her built.

Piper’s tongue flicked and swirled relentlessly against her mother’s clit. Two of her fingers now plunged into Stephanie’s sodden core only to retreat seconds later. The process repeated and again. Stephanie shuddered at the pleasure her daughter was giving her.

Amber’s mouth locked on her nipple, sucking on it while her tongue played over the pebbled flesh. With her right hand, Amber rubbed Stephanie’s other nipple roughly between her thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, girls, yes!” Stephanie managed to gasp between breaths. These were the first words she had spoken since arriving home. It spurred the girls on, and they continued feverishly toward their goal.

Stephanie grunted and whimpered. Her body twitched, and her pelvis thrust upward. It was then that the intense sensation that she loved so much began to claim her. She stiffened in the chair, her nails digng into the fabric of the armrests. A long, low guttural moan filled the air as she rode out the fading tremors that pulsed through her.

Her body was now limp, unable to move. Her breathing was slowing, and eventually, she willed her eyes to open. The two girls, her angels, her lovers, stood smiling at her. Stephanie smiled back meekly, still not fully recovered.

After a short pause, she pulled herself up into the chair, and held her hands out, one toward each girl. They took a hand, and she pulled them both into an embrace. Stephanie hugged them tightly and then gave each a soft kiss on the lips, tasting herself on Piper.

“Thank you, girls,” she said. Her eyes began to well up. “That was wonderful. I love you both so much,” she sniffed as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Of course, she loved Piper. She was her daughter, after all. But Amber? Did she love her? She had known her for a long time and cared about her very much. Yes! I do love her, she decided. Maybe not in love with her, but love nonetheless.

Stephanie let the girls go and reached for her glass of wine. She took a big swallow and set it back down.

“We love you too, Mommy,” Piper said with a big grin.

“Yeah,” Amber agreed. “I take it you enjoyed our little surprise then?”

Stephanie beamed a bright smile. “I would say,” she chuckled. “I guess you couldn’t wait for me to decide on a threesome?” She directed this question at Piper as she shrugged off her uniform dress and the bra that hung open across her chest.

The girl lowered her gaze. “Sorry, Mommy. I just got so excited by the idea, I couldn’t keep it a secret.”

Stephanie laughed. “No harm done, sweetie.” She took a few moments to admire the two beauties. “But I do think you two are overdressed,” she said, pointing at Piper’s panties and Amber’s thong.

Amber and Piper looked at each other and giggled. Just as they reached to pull their own garments off, Stephanie stopped them.

“Undress each other,” she suggested, taking another sip of wine.

Amber was the first to respond. She got to her knees and placed her hands on Piper’s hips, turning her so she was in profile to her mother. Leaning forward, she kissed the girl’s belly just above her panty line. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she slowly pulled them down over the young girl’s hips and down her legs, making a show of it for her mother.

Piper kicked them off her feet as Amber stood. Piper then got to her knees and hooked a finger into the crotch of the thong, pulling it aside. Piper leaned in and kissed the teen’s labia. Amber flinched in response, and Piper giggled as she pulled the garment down her legs.

Stephanie laughed at her daughter’s boldness. Piper was growing up so fast. Maybe it was genetic. Stephanie thought back to when she was Piper’s age. She too had masturbated at every opportunity and, thanks to her sister, had learned of all the pleasures she could enjoy with another girl.

She regretted that in her mid-teens she had ended the sexual relationship with her sister. Stephanie blamed her father, hated him for it really. Subjected to his homophobic attitude her entire life, this had led her to start questioning her own sexuality. Wanting to please her father, Stephanie shunned her sister’s advances and swore off other girls as well. She went out with a few boys, and the dates were usually fun, but they never led to a second date.

Stephanie did have one long-term relationship with a boy, however, which lasted almost the entire school year. It eventually became sexual, and in the back seat of his father’s Buick, they used hands and mouths to get each other off. Well, she used her mouth, but they never went all the way. When it ended with him, Stephanie gave up on boys as well. She knew she didn’t feel the same with them as she had when she’d been with her sister, and she knew she couldn’t risk getting caught dating girls. So, she had resigned herself to a life without a lover and of secret self-pleasuring. Or so she had thought.

Being away at college had put enough distance between her and her father’s overpowering influence that Stephanie was finally able to see things clearly and accept who she really was. Meeting Cait certainly hadn’t hurt either. Cait had become her best friend and confidante, and eventually her lover. Ironically, it had been through Cait that she met the man who would become Piper’s father.

Amber’s moan brought her attention back to the girls in front of her. Piper was still on her knees, her face buried between Amber’s legs. The teen’s hands were on Piper’s head, holding her face against her pussy, her hips rocking slowly.

Stephanie cleared her throat. “Shall we move this party to the bedroom, girls?”

Amber looked at her, eyes hooded and glazed. Her body twitched, slightly hunched over.

“G… gonna… gonna… come,” she grunted.

Stephanie got on her knees beside the girls. She placed a hand on Amber’s butt and her other hand on Piper’s back. She gently caressed both girls, enjoying the smooth softness of their skin. Stephanie planted little kisses on Amber’s belly then her hip. She moved around and kissed the girl’s lower back. She ran her tongue over the salty skin of her perfect ass.

Stephanie kneaded the soft globes for a moment then slipped a finger into the valley between them. Finding the girl’s pucker, she played her finger over it, gently pushing against the sphincter. Amber moaned and twitched. Stephanie continued to kiss along the girl’s spine, listening to Amber’s ragged breathing and the wet noises that Piper was making with her mouth. She was sure that the teen’s release was close.

As if on cue, Amber cried out, her knees buckled slightly. Amber gently pushed Piper away. Still quivering, she stumbled backward. Stephanie caught her by the hips and guided her until she fell onto the sofa. Amber rested there for a moment catching her breath.

Piper giggled and crawled over to her mother’s waiting arms. Stephanie hugged and kissed her deeply. Tasting the mixture of both her own and Amber’s juices, Stephanie swirled her tongue over Piper’s mouth and chin, savoring the flavor of their sex.

“So yummy,” Stephanie said.

Piper giggled. “I love the taste of your pussy too, Mommy, and Amber’s.” She was kneeling, straddling her mother’s thigh, gently rubbing her pussy against it.

“I’m glad you do, sweetie.”

Stephanie’s arousal was growing at the sensation of her little girl humping her leg. She smiled, thinking about that wonderful morning when she’d humped Piper while the girl slept.

“Do you like mine?” Piper asked, searching her mother’s eyes as she rocked her hips.

“Oh, baby, very much. I could eat it all day,” she said with a chuckle.

“And Amber’s?” Piper asked, with a grunt.

“And Amber’s,” Stephanie replied, kissing her daughter’s nose.

Recovered from her orgasm, Amber knelt on the floor beside Stephanie and Piper.

Stephanie pulled her into a shared embrace, and three tongues touched as they kissed. Stephanie’s arms wrapped around the waist of each girl.

Piper had slowed her movements and was playing with her mother’s nipple with her left hand while her right was fondling one of Amber’s smaller tits.

Amber’s hands were roaming over the backs of the other two.

All three moaned softly.

“Amber, sweetie. Lay on your back. Piper hasn’t come yet, and I want to watch her ride your face,” Stephanie said with a wicked grin, after she broke the kiss.

Amber complied without question. She untangled herself and lay on the floor.

“Okay, baby. Kneel over Amber’s face so she can lick your pussy.”

Stephanie guided her daughter over to Amber and helped her into position. She watched as the preteen lowered her sex down to Amber’s waiting mouth.

The older girl gripped Piper’s hips and pulled her down as she pushed the flat of her tongue through the slick folds.

“Yes,” Piper squeaked. “It feels so good, Mommy.”

Stephanie knelt beside them, watching Amber eagerly lick her daughter’s bald little cunt. Stephanie fingered her own clit as she watched. With her other hand, she reached down and slid a finger into Amber’s pussy, drawing out some of the teen’s cream. Amber groaned into Piper’s pussy causing her to shudder. Stephanie licked her finger clean before putting it back on the girl’s clit. Her movements on her own clit mirrored what she was doing with Amber’s.

Piper was rocking her hips, pushing, and grinding her young bud against the teen’s mouth. She was breathing hard, and she had reached out with one hand to grip her mother’s shoulder for support.

“Fuck, Amber, I’m gonna come!” she squealed.

Amber pulled at Piper’s hips, her mouth working the girl’s clit. Amber’s orgasm was getting close, and Stephanie’s fingers rubbed furiously over her swollen, sensitive bud.

Stephanie too could feel that her own release was imminent. The hand that wasn’t fingering Amber was between her own legs fucking her throbbing pussy.

Then, in rapid succession, all three came. First Piper stiffened and shook, and gave a strangled cry. Next, Amber arched her back and groaned into Piper’s pulsing pussy, clawing at the carpet as she spasmed. Then Stephanie came. Ribbons of pleasure shot up her spine, and her breath caught. She twitched and grunted. Pulling her hand from Amber, she leaned back, bracing herself on the floor behind her with outstretched arms.

After a moment, Piper slid off Amber’s face and lay on top of her. The girls kissed, tongues exploring. Stephanie stretched out beside them, running a hand down Piper’s back and over her cute bum. She kissed Amber’s shoulder and neck and then her lips when the teen turned to face her.

“That was awesome,” Amber said, smiling.

“Yeah,” Piper giggled. “That was such a good come.”

Stephanie chuckled. “The night is still young, kids,” she said with a wink.

After a few more kisses with each girl, she continued. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving. Let’s refuel before the next round.”

The girls laughed and agreed. They got up, and still naked, made their way to the kitchen. Piper and Amber sat at the kitchen table while Stephanie looked through the fridge for something quick and easy to make.

Deciding on omelets, Stephanie switched on the kitchen light and began to prepare the meal. Glancing over at the girls, she could see that their faces glistened with each other’s juices. Stephanie couldn’t believe how lucky she was. To have two beautiful, eager young girls to play sexy games with. She smiled at the naughty, but oh so delicious, sight before her for a couple moments, then continued with the preparation.

Once the meal was ready, Stephanie placed the plates of food in front of the girls, then grabbed her own and sat down across from them. As they ate, they continued to chat. During the conversation, Stephanie remembered she hadn’t told them about the weekend plans when she got home. Of course, having two horny young girls molest you when you walk through the door could have that result.

“By the way, Piper,” she said, putting down her fork, “we’re going to the cottage this weekend with Aunt Neve and Brooke.”

Piper beamed. “Cool,” she said excitedly. “We haven’t been to the lake in ages. Can Amber come too?”

“If she wants to,” Stephanie said, turning her attention to Amber. The teen was smiling brightly.

“I would love to. It sounds like fun. But I’ll have to ask my mom first.”

“Already taken care of, sweetie. I asked her before I came home,” Stephanie said with a grin.

Amber’s smile seemed to get even brighter, then both girls cheered before they immediately started chattering, making plans for the weekend. Stephanie laughed to herself and watched them lovingly. They were still little girls, even if they made love like someone beyond their years.

After the meal, Stephanie stood and took each girl by the hand, leading them to the master bedroom. They made love late into the night before finally falling asleep in a jumble of bodies and bed sheets.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Unfastened Belts

I peeked out from behind the shed. Some kids were playing soccer not very far away, but they were engrossed in their game. I walked out ahead of Bo, who was carrying the change in one hand, our cookies in the other. I felt lightheaded and my body was hot. If Bo’s face was any indication, we were both still blushing heavily.

“You can go to the spot without me,” I told Bo. “I’m gonna be there in a minute.”

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“By the pool. I need to take a cold shower.”

“Oh yeah, that sounds about right. I’m going with you.”

We walked past the soccer field to the hedge, which was really a tall thicket of small trees and shrubs about four meters wide, with a few openings in it to get to the other side. “The smallest jungle in the world,” I said as we walked through it, which made Bo laugh.

We crossed the lawn on the other side and went down the large stone steps. There were a few showers by the poolside. We stopped in front of one, looking at each other. The showers only had cold water, and we were already dreading the icy ordeal to come. “You first,” Bo said as she put our stuff down on the step next to us.

I stood out of the way and pushed the button that made the cold water spray down. Slowly, I extended one leg into the stream, then the other, trying to get myself used to the temperature. I took a deep breath and moved directly underneath the stream.

It hit me like a fist, the water so cold that I was too paralyzed to scream. I turned around a few times, letting the stream rinse me all over, panting. After ten seconds or so I was out, almost aching but feeling refreshed.

I jogged in place, hugging myself as I waited for Bo to get done. A few seconds were enough for her as well. Once she emerged, we grabbed our things and ran back to our spot, knowing the water would shut off automatically.

Mom waved at us as she saw us coming. “Hey, girls.”

“Hey, Mom!”

We set our stuff down and dried ourselves off with our bath towels. Dad lifted the straw hat off his face and grinned at us. “Having fun?”

“Yeah!” I said.

“We got cookies,” Bo explained.

“Wanna eat some sandwiches first before you dive into them?” Mom asked.

“Sounds great!”

“Yeah!”

“I’m hungry too,” Dad chimed in.

We shared the sandwiches. Mom had put lettuce, tomatoes and mozzarella on them. “Hits the spot,” I commented, still munching on my first one but already grabbing another. For some reason, I felt like I hadn’t eaten in years.

I glanced sideways at Bo, only to see her glancing sideways at me. We smiled and looked away, but Dad must have noticed.

“You guys look like you’re up to no good,” he commented in between bites, grinning. “What’s the scheme?”

“It’s a secret,” Bo said, beaming.

I felt myself blush, thinking, Why didn’t she just play it off instead? Or would that have been suspicious? This is barely just starting, whatever it is that’s happening between us. I hope we’re not giving away too much already.

Before anyone had a chance to continue the conversation, Mom said, “Bo, look who it is.” We all followed her gaze.

It was Rebecca, leisurely strolling towards us past the beach volleyball field. When she saw us looking, she waved. I felt a pang of jealousy. She was here for Bo, of course.

“Hey,” Rebecca said when she arrived at our spot.

She was wearing a colourful bikini and sunglasses. I thought that people with sunglasses usually looked silly, but I had to admit they made Rebecca seem pretty cool, especially with the way she’d unhurriedly walked over to us. Normally she and Bo were a lot bouncier, especially when they ran into each other by chance. Rebecca looked like she owned the pool.

“Hey, Rebecca,” Mom said with a broad smile.

“Hey,” Bo said simply.

Bo was still sitting next to me, holding the remainder of her sandwich. She didn’t seem as excited as usual, and I felt weirdly relieved. That’s right, Rebecca, I thought. She isn’t just gonna run off with you today.

“I saw you earlier when you and Lisa took a shower by the pool,” Rebecca said. “We were just setting up our spot, on the meadow by the stone steps. We got annual tickets this year!”

“Oh, cool! Us too!” Bo exclaimed, smiling now.

“Heck yeah!” Rebecca said, clapping her hands once and striking a pose. Then she caught herself, lowering her voice and leaning down a bit. “Mom said she was gonna take us out for ice cream,” she said slowly. “Interested?” She pronounced every syllable, raising her eyebrows and flashing a toothy grin, giving up a bit of her cool at the prospect of the sugary treat.

“We have cookies…” Bo said, sounding a little unsure. She held up the box to prove her point.

“Yeah, but come on, free ice cream?” Rebecca said conspiratorially. “Those cookies aren’t gonna run away.” Her grin widened.

Bo thought for a few seconds. “Can Lisa come with us?”

“Oh,” Rebecca said, now frowning slightly. We looked at each other. “I dunno, Bo. Mom just said she’d take you and me out.” She sounded reluctant to exclude me.

“It’s okay,” I heard myself say. “You girls go and have fun together. I wanna chill here for a little bit, anyway.”

“You sure?” Bo asked, sounding a little wistful.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident. “I’m sure I’ll manage.” I forced a smile.

“Okay,” Bo said, putting the rest of her sandwich down. She got up and stood in front of Rebecca.

“Hi, Bo,” Rebecca said, grinning.

“Hi, Rebecca.”

Rebecca slowly opened her arms wide. Then she dropped her act for good and snatched Bo into a manic hug, squealing. She started to bounce up and down with her, their arms wrapped around each other. Bo jumped along, giggling, infected by Rebecca’s mood.

Why the fuck are you so jealous? I scolded myself. They’re just best friends. Be happy for Bo!

Rebecca let go of Bo and turned to us with a serious look.

“Ma’am, Sir, I’m going to abduct your daughter now. I will return her once her tummy is filled with icy goodness.”

Rebecca loved to talk fancy for shits and giggles. Mom decided to join in.

“Oh no,” Mom said, clutching a hand to her chest. “My poor girl. Won’t have you mercy on her?”

“Afraid not,” Rebecca said, shaking her head gravely. “Farewell.”

“Goodbye, Bo,” Dad said, pretending to sob. He put the back of his hand against his forehead and closed his eyes. “My youngest daughter…”

“The next time you see me, I’ll be three pounds heavier,” Bo said, making a sad-clown face.

“More like five,” Rebecca said dryly.

She faced Bo and took her hand. They turned their backs to us and walked away with a somber tread. Seconds later, on an imperceptible cue, they both started running. Rebecca gave a raucous, triumphant laugh, while Bo was whooping with glee.

After they’d made some distance, I saw Bo turn around and look at me. She shrugged even as she was running as if to say, I didn’t stand a chance. I turned up my palms in response, giving her a wistful smile. I know, nothing you could do. Then they turned right, passed through the thicket, and were gone.

“What a tragedy,” I said, turning to Mom and Dad, dramatically pressing the back of one hand to my forehead.

“You’re just miffed ‘cause you’re missing out on ice cream,” Dad teased. I rolled my eyes at him, grinning.

“Aww, don’t rub it in,” Mom said, furrowing her brow. “Lisa, if you wanna get some ice cream too, I’ll take you out later.”

“Thanks Mom, I’m fine,” I said, waving it aside.

“No, seriously. You’re our favourite daughter, really,” Dad said, still smirking.

“Stop it,” Mom said, swatting at him. Dad raised up his hands in defence, laughing.

“Should have been a comedian,” I said wryly, but couldn’t keep from laughing myself.

I grabbed the book from my backpack as a tickle fight evolved between Mom and Dad. I’d checked out The Fellowship of the Ring from the library a week or two earlier but had barely started reading it since. I lay down on my tummy and opened it.

“Alright, alright, you win,” Dad said as Mom tickled him completely off the blanket. He got up. “Gonna go for a swim.”

“More room for me!” Mom pronounced, splaying herself across the blanket as he left.

“Good job,” I lauded, my eyes on the page already.

The pool turned out to be a great setting for Tolkien’s tale. The surroundings looked a lot like I pictured the Shire. I only had to look up from the book to get a great view of its rolling, grassy hills just past the fence.

I looked up from the book a lot, though. I couldn’t focus. My mind went back and forth. Bo, next to me behind the shed, holding my hand. Leaning into her, kissing her for the first time. Rebecca, arriving at our spot to take her away from me. Her stupid charm and funny antics. Imagined scenes of Bo whispering our secrets to Rebecca.

I read a sentence for the fifth time, the meaning of the words only now clicking in my brain. But what was the context again? With a sigh, I returned to the start of the paragraph.

I noticed I was antsy, my lower legs moving back and forth in the air. With the hand I wasn’t using to hold down the book, I was plucking out blades of grass. Finally, I had to get up.

“I thought you were gonna chill back here,” Mom said. “Boring book?”

“Nah, I’ve just gotta pee,” I told her.

“Alright. See you in a few.”

“Yeah,” I said, already trying to come up with excuses for my inevitable late return. Why didn’t you just tell her you aren’t in the mood to read?

I barely noticed anything around me as I wandered aimlessly. My mind was racing. And you’re not really aimless at all, are you? You’re gonna spy on Bo and Rebecca.

An image of them making out suddenly flashed in my brain. I was furious that my jealousy made me come up with nonsense like that. I was furious for being angry at Rebecca, who hadn’t done anything wrong. I was furious with myself for feeling so emotional and wanting to cry.

I walked the same way the girls had earlier, along the beach volleyball field. I passed the opening in the thicket and continued towards the supervisors’ cabin, eyes fixed to the ground as my mind churned.
Suddenly I heard running behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Bo and Rebecca running up to me. I turned to face them as they came to a stop. The girls were panting.

“Hey!” Bo said, looking excited.

“Hey.”

“I asked Karin if she’d buy you ice cream too, and she said yeah!” Karin was Rebecca’s mom.

“Oh yeah?” I asked dumbly.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said, pointing a thumb at Bo. She looked amused. “I don’t know what’s up with her today, but she was all mopey until she asked Mom to take you with us. Think she might be in love with you or something.” She was clearly joking, being the smartass that she was, but I still felt a shiver go up my spine.

“I just…” Bo stammered, looking at Rebecca, then at me, blushing but smiling. “I had lots of fun with Lisa today, and I couldn’t stand the thought of her missing out on the yummies.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” I said, having to smile, too. “Literally.”

“Alright,” Rebecca said, arms folded and tapping her foot. “That’s cute and all, but enough with the lovey-dovey. These tummies won’t magically gorge themselves.”

“Fair point,” I said. “Lead me to the ice cream, girls!”

“Yay!” Bo exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Let’s go, then,” she said, taking one of my hands and one of Rebecca’s.

My own moping had evaporated, too. I felt like a part of their group for the first time. The three of us passed through the thicket in a giddy single-file, Rebecca leading the way. Coming out on the lawn on the other side, I could already see Rebecca’s mom waving from their spot.

I’d only seen Karin a couple times before when she’d picked up her daughter from our place. She was in her late thirties and had dyed red hair. She was wearing a bikini and sunglasses -– like daughter, like mother. Her husband, whose name I didn’t know, was at least ten years older than she was, with long white hair and a full beard. He was sitting in a folding chair, reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarillo. I didn’t think smoking was allowed at the pool.

Rebecca’s brother Nick was sitting cross-legged on a blanket. I’d never met him but I knew he was thirteen, closer to my age than the girls’. He was wearing earbuds and glasses, but he might as well have donned a monocle since a shock of long hair covered one of his eyes anyway. Like his dad, he was wearing a T-shirt and swim trunks.

When we got to their spot, Karin got up from her blanket and put her sunglasses up to reveal deep blue eyes. She had a lot of laughter lines and, like our mom and Rebecca, was just a little chubby. I went up to her and stretched out the hand that wasn’t already attached to Bo. “Hello there, Mrs. Boettcher,” I said.

Karin grinned and shook it. “Hey, Lisa. That’s very polite of you. By the end of our trip to the kiosk, you’ll be hugging me.”

“I’m sure I will,” I said, smiling.

“And let’s have no more ‘Mrs. Boettcher.’ I’m Karin.” She pointed a thumb at the male members of the family. “This is Rebecca’s brother Nick and my husband Willi.”

“Hey, guys.”

“Hi, Lisa,” they said.

“Alright,” Karin said. “Let’s go get some ice cream, girls.” She put her glasses back down.

We walked up the hill behind Karin still holding hands -– now including Nick, who had taken Rebecca’s free hand. The four of us were covering the breadth of the walkway. People passing us had to walk on the grass, which didn’t seem to bother anyone. Most of them were barefoot or wearing sandals, anyway.

“Hey, Nick,” I said, looking over at him past our sisters. “Not just girls then, huh?”

“Hey, Lisa. I dunno, I’ve actually been feeling somewhat girly recently.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “He’s turning into Nickerella.”

“Or Nicole,” Bo suggested.

“I like Nick,” he said, laughing, and that was the end of that.

Unfortunately, there was no actual ice cream parlour at the pool, but the kiosk had a big tray full of different ice cream bars. We browsed it excitedly. Bo and Rebecca got different flavoured Magnums, Nick and I opted for Cornettos. Karin, apparently, was content just to pay for it all.

Outside, Karin and Nick decided to head back to their spot. “Thanks for the ice cream,” I told Karin, giving her the promised hug. She was a head taller than me and had to bend down a little. Her skin smelled nice, like lotion.

“I hope I’ll see you again later,” she said as we parted.

“Sure.”

Bo, Rebecca and I conspired over at a table by the edge of the terrace, savouring our ice cream bars and enjoying the view of the poolside. Rebecca had taken off her sunglasses at their spot. I noticed for the first time that she had deep blue eyes, like her mom. They contrasted nicely with the wild waves of brown hair floating madly around her, and… Uh-oh. Please God, don’t make me crush on another eleven-year-old.

“So what have you girls been up to?” Rebecca asked nonchalantly.

“We jumped into the deep end a couple times,” Bo recounted. “We swam, we went down the slide, we bought cookies, and we, uhm, just walked around.”

“What else?” Rebecca continued innocently, gaze focused on her ice cream bar.

“Nothing. It’s a secret.” Bo realized what she’d said and looked down at the table, suddenly blushing. I wanted to smack my forehead. Keep cool, I told myself. Maybe we can salvage this somehow.

“Aha!” Rebecca exclaimed, grinning. Bo didn’t look up. “A secret? From me?” Rebecca scoffed. “Bo, how long do you think it’ll take me to get it out of you?” Bo glanced at me sheepishly. I shrugged and looked away, hoping to look unfazed. “What, did you guys mug someone or something?” Rebecca asked, furrowing her brow. She seemed genuinely puzzled.

“Nothing like that,” Bo said, looking down again.

Rebecca gave both of us weighing glances. “Alright, I’ll let it rest,” she allowed finally. “Wouldn’t wanna get off on the wrong foot with you, Lees.” She shone me a bright smile, then returned to her ice cream.

“Uhm, thanks,” I said, likewise returning to my Cornetto, feeling awkward. None of us spoke for a while.

“Well, what’s the matter, girls?” Rebecca said eventually, all jolly again. “Don’t be looking so glum! It’s a wonderful day at the pool, we’re all having ice cream and none of us had to pay for it.”

I couldn’t help but snicker, and at the same time I heard Bo chuckle, too. Suddenly, all three of us burst out laughing and the tension magically unraveled.

“Why, I think I could go for a couple rides down the old water slide,” a jovial Rebecca said once we’d all finished our ice cream bars, patting her belly. “Burn off some of these damned calories, say?”

“Only if you stop talking like a lord from an old English movie,” I said, and that set us off laughing again. I felt oddly relieved that I’d managed to amuse Rebecca.

We got rid of our trash and strolled over to the water slide. We were hand in hand again, but this time Rebecca was in the middle. I remembered Bo’s trick for better sliding efficiency and who she’d picked it up from, hoping I’d get to see Rebecca do it, too.

“You guys wanna do a chain?” Rebecca asked when the last person went down the slide in front of her.

“Oof. We had bad luck with that earlier,” Bo told her.

“Yeah. Supervisor threatened to kick us out when he caught us,” I explained.

“Oh, lame,” Rebecca said. When she saw the guy in front of us pass the red marking, she said, “Well, here I go!”

I stared in fascination as she quickly nestled her bikini bottom in her butt crack and flung herself onto the slide off the metal handrail. She howled as she zipped down.

“Told you,” Bo said, grinning. She must have seen me looking.

“So you’re pretty awful at keeping secrets,” I suggested.

“Uh oh, I think it’s my turn!” Bo said as Rebecca passed the red marking, repeating the same ritual. I grinned and shook my head, feeling giddy as I waited for my turn. Right before I took the plunge, I adjusted my swimsuit likewise. Zooming down the slide, I was amazed all over again by the exciting gain of speed.

Down in the pool, we swam splashing to the drainage. Leaning against it with our arms on the grid behind us, we treaded water with our legs. Now I was in the middle, my arms around the younger girls’ shoulders. I couldn’t help but smile and feel cool, a part of their circle. We could see Rebecca’s spot from here. Karin waved at us. We waved back, of course.

“Lisa?” I heard Bo say quietly.

I turned to face her. “Hmm?”

Bo craned her neck up. “I wanna tell her,” she whispered in my ear.

I considered it, turning my head to look at Rebecca. She was smiling, her eyes blissfully closed. I was already smitten with her charms, of course. And she was Bo’s best friend. Fuck it, right?

I turned back to Bo, leaning down. “Should we show her instead?” I whispered.

Bo gasped. “Here?”

“No way. Back at the shed.”

Bo pondered on it for a while. Then she nodded.

“So,” Rebecca enquired. “What’s with all the whispering?”

“We’ve decided to show you,” Bo said.

“Ah yeah? Show me what?”

“Our secret, dummy.”

Rebecca was delighted. “Superb!” she said.

“But you’ve gotta promise not to tell anyone,” Bo added.

“As I’m sure you did,” Rebecca said, chuckling.

“Eff you,” Bo said.

“Oh, my. C’mon, you know it’s safe with me.”

“Okay, then,” Bo said.

Rebecca glanced my way. “What about you, Lisa? Y’trust me?”

“I’m afraid so,” I said, feeling a bit nervous as it hit me that I was about to kiss Bo again.

“Alright. Ready when you guys are…” Rebecca trailed off, feigning patience.

“Okay,” Bo said. “You know the gardening shed out in back by the playground?”
“Sure?”

“We’ve gotta go there.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s swim over to the supervisors’ cabin,” I suggested, not wanting to get held up by our families on the way.

“Alright.”

We waved over at Karin as we first swam, then trudged through the non-swimmers’ pool as it gradually sloped upward, playfully splashing each other along the way.

We got out by the cabin. This time, Rebecca led the way, bouncing up the stairs ahead of us. She was actually whistling. Bo looked at me bashfully, taking my hand once again. Butterflies, meet tummy. My nipples felt stiff against my swimsuit.

The little kids’ playground area was deserted. The soccer kids had disappeared, too. Some boys were playing farther away in the wooded area on the other side of the shed.

When we got closer, Rebecca stopped and looked at us with questioning eyes. “Behind the shed,” Bo said. Rebecca brooded over it for a moment, then shrugged. We crossed the corner into the backyard and stood there awkwardly for a moment. Bo and I exchanged uncertain looks.

“So… I mean, I can pretty much guess what it is by now,” Rebecca said after a while.

“Feels weird when someone’s watching,” I said.

“Let’s sit in a circle,” Bo suggested.

It wasn’t much of a circle with just the three of us, but it worked somehow, everyone sitting at equal angles. A rush of excitement came over me, and I felt like it had for all of us. I leaned over to Bo and she to me and then we were kissing again.

We gazed into each other’s eyes like the first time, our mouths slightly open, gently pressing our lips together. I was melting inside my bathing suit. We started to fall into each other, but then Rebecca whispered, “Holy shit.”

We both turned to her. “Not what you were expecting after all?” I asked.

“No… it was. Still crazy to see it, though,” Rebecca said.

Bo let go of my hand and tugged on my shoulder, pulling me back in. We went for another round. I couldn’t believe how crazy it still felt. We kept teasing each other as we kissed — nibbling, brushing, caressing.

“So, uh, that’s different,” Rebecca remarked when we came up for air.

“Do you think it’s weird?” Bo asked.

“I dunno. Kinda? But also kinda fuckin’ cool?”

“Have you and Nick ever done anything?” I asked bluntly.

“Well, not really,” Rebecca said, thinking. “Not like that.”

“Then what?” Bo enquired.

Rebecca pondered on it for a bit. “So one time I walked in on Nick when he was, uhm… you know. Masturbating.” She paused, giving us a probing look before she continued. “And, um, I wanted to see what it was like. I asked him if I could watch. He was embarrassed at first, but then he said okay. I sat next to him on his bed, and… then he, um, did it.”

“Wow,” I said.

“What was it like?” Bo asked. “Did he have an orgasm?” I was a little surprised she knew the word.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “He came into a tissue.”

“Eww,” Bo said, making a face.

“I dunno, I thought it was fascinating.”

“Yeah, fascinating. And effin’ gross.”

“Whatever,” Rebecca said, chuckling.

We sat silently for a while. The wind blew in the trees. Children yelled in the distance. I found myself wondering if Bo or Rebecca had ever masturbated, but wasn’t brave enough to ask.

“So when did you guys start doing this?” Rebecca asked eventually.

“Today,” I said.

“No way!” Rebecca exclaimed. We all laughed.

“Well,” Bo continued, “we’ve been having sleepovers and stuff. Cuddling at night and kissing each other, y’know, just on our faces. But yeah, our first real kiss was right before you saw us shower, when you guys were setting up your spot.”

It was Rebecca’s turn to say, “Wow.” She looked at us for a while, clearly impressed. Then, more quietly than usual, she said, “I wanna see it again.”

Bo and I turned back to each other, smiling. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, and she did the same to me. Once more, we leaned into a kiss. I closed my eyes and let go of the world around me. Our hands moved up and down each other’s arms.

“Feels so good,” I said, my lips on Bo’s.

“Yeah,” she sighed into me.

Time lost all meaning. We kept going and going, lips dancing on mouths and cheeks and noses as our kisses began to wander. Eventually, I touched my forehead to Bo’s and opened my eyes. She was gazing at me, too. We were breathing heavily. My pussy was throbbing.

“Wow,” I heard Rebecca say yet again, reminding me that she was there.

I looked over to her. “Yeah?” I said, still panting a little.

Rebecca looked like she was aroused. Her mouth was open and her cheeks were flushed. “Yeah,” she affirmed. “That was fucking hot.”

“Rebecca!” Bo said, caught by surprise.

“What, you don’t think so?” Rebecca said, chuckling.

“Well… yeah,” Bo said. “But I mean… I’m into her. You don’t even like girls that way… do you?!”

“Well, er… I don’t think so? But yeah, pretty sure that was fuckin’ hot… Gotta keep it honest.”

“You wanna try?” I heard myself ask.

“Lisa!” Now Bo looked at me in shock.

“We gotta make sure she doesn’t spill our secret, right?” I suggested. “Think about it. Right now, she’s got the goods on us. We’ve got to make her complicit.”

Bo shook her head at me in disbelief, now grinning. “Well, if you put it like that.”

“Besides, I’ll let you go first, since she’s your friend.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Rebecca asked, sounding amused but looking a little anxious.

“Nope,” I told her. “You wanna do the honours, Bo?”

“Okay,” she said and turned to Rebecca, then hesitated. “Seriously, though… do you want to?”

Rebecca thought about it. “Ah well… why not,” she said eventually with a sigh. “Might be a long time before two sisters offer to kiss me again. I’ll probably regret it for the rest of my days if I say no. ‘Sides, I’m pretty turned on right now, not gonna lie.”

I contemplated what “turned on” meant to an eleven-year-old, and what Rebecca might already be up to in private. At her age, I don’t think I even knew that phrase. Bo seemed unfazed, though.

Bo and Rebecca slowly leaned into each other. Rebecca still seemed a little apprehensive. Just before their faces met, she hesitated, and Bo gave her an encouraging smile. Rebecca took a trembling breath, then closed her eyes. Bo looked over at me with her eyebrows raised questioningly. I nodded. She leaned in, her own eyes drifting shut, and gently touched her mouth to Rebecca’s. I heard Rebecca whimper, but she didn’t move away.

They stayed like that for quite some time, barely moving, their lips lingering in the kiss. My face was getting hot, and I wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or jealousy. You suggested this, I had to tell myself. Relax, enjoy the show. Before long, they pulled apart, anyway.

“Wow,” Rebecca said, not for the first time today, her eyes wide open.

“I liked it, too,” Bo said, smiling.

My heart dropped a little. They’re best friends. They spend tons of time together. What if they like it so much they’ll keep doing it? And getting them to kiss was my idea!

“My turn,” I said before these confusing emotions could get the better of me.

“Okay,” Rebecca said, turning to me. She was smiling now, clearly over the anxiety of her first kiss. Instead, it was my turn to feel anxious.

Shit, I thought. Here I go kissing another girl… who’s also eleven. Studying Rebecca, I realized once again how beautiful she was, her impish blue-eyed face framed by that unruly mess of hair.

She drew a little closer. “Gotta make me complicit, huh?” she teased with a soft voice, back to her old wisecracking self. She knows, I thought.

“That’s right,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

I closed my eyes as we leaned in. I wasn’t going to lose myself in Rebecca like I had with my sister… Because I’m in love with Bo, I thought. The thought made me shiver. Then Rebecca’s mouth was on mine, and I suddenly felt warm all over. I’d lost count of how many times I’d kissed another girl today, but it wasn’t losing any of its electricity. Why does it feel so amazing just to touch your lips to someone else’s?

The kiss lingered, just as it had between Rebecca and Bo. I felt Rebecca’s breath on my face. Our noses were touching. I could smell her skin, the scent different from Bo’s, but beautiful all the same.

As if on cue, we pulled away from each other. I looked at Rebecca to see her looking back at me, and then without meaning to, I lost myself in her eyes, anyway. I hadn’t stood a chance.

Bo cleared her throat. With a guilty feeling in my stomach, I turned to look at her. Her face was flushed, and I couldn’t help but think that watching me kiss her best friend had been a turn-on for her, too.

“Welp, I think you guys have ensured my silence,” Rebecca said. “I’m just as guilty as you are, now. But I think you two should get the last word, anyway.”

That made me smile and I actually had to look away, feeling shy all of a sudden. My brain and body were a scrambled mess of feelings. How had all of this come about, anyway?

Bo touched my shoulder like she had earlier, and I looked up to see her smile sweetly at me, my beautiful little sister. I felt so much love for her that it made me ache inside. Out of nowhere, tears welled in my eyes, and suddenly I was crying.

Bo’s smile changed to a look of concern. “What’s wrong, Lisa?”

“I don’t kn-know,” I said, wiping off tears with the back of my hand even as new ones spilled out. “I don’t know. Too many emotions, I guess.” I looked down again, embarrassed. “I don’t even remember the last time I cried.” I began to laugh, even as tears kept running down my face.

I felt Rebecca touch my other shoulder and looked up again. She gave me an encouraging smile. “Hey, no shame in that,” she said. “I remember the last time I cried, and that was just the other day when I had a fit because Mom kept nagging me to clean up my room.”

I laughed again, the tears finally subsiding. I kept wiping at my face, sniffing but feeling happy. I looked over to Bo again. “I love you, Bo. So much.”

“I love you too, Lisa,” she said, sounding a little teary herself.

Before I could start sobbing again, I leaned in swiftly, wrapped my hand around Bo’s head and kissed her emphatically. She made a surprised sound, then wrapped an arm around my side and kissed me back. No light-hearted teasing like earlier… this was urgent and passionate.

I kept planting heavy kisses on her mouth, and she responded in kind. I was hungry for Bo, wanted her to feel all of my love. I found myself kissing up the side of her face again which made her erupt in cute little giggles. I gave her one more firm kiss on the lips, letting it linger. Feeling myself melt into my sister, I shuddered intensely.

Feeling mischievous, I stuck out my tongue when it was over and licked Bo broadly across the face. She burst out laughing and broke away from me, wiping her face with one hand and holding up the other to fend off more of the same. I started lapping at her hand instead, which made her laugh even more. “Eeewww! Stop it!”

“You guys are weird,” Rebecca remarked, shaking her head.

“Says the girl who just made out with two sisters… and liked it,” I teased.

“Fair enough,” she ceded. “We should probably get going before the ‘rents get suspicious, though.”

“I think I need another shower,” Bo said.

Rebecca and I agreed that showers were necessary, so we left our private little playground. Instead of using the showers by the poolside, we headed towards the lockers by the entrance to avoid a parental inquisition on the way, what with our flushed faces and disheveled hair. Also, the locker room showers had hot water, so this time we wouldn’t freeze our butts off.

We were too full of adrenaline to hold hands as we walked, so instead we bounced around like crazy, poking each other in the ribs, unable to stop laughing. A couple of kids passed us at a distance, but we didn’t care if they stared.

The shower area was empty. Rebecca got to a stall first and walked in, holding the door open. We gave each other uncertain glances. “We’re just cooling off, right?” Rebecca asked. Bo and I shrugged and joined her. The stall clearly wasn’t meant to accommodate three people, but it would have felt weird for us to split up.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, Rebecca pushed the button. I was standing right in the way of the stream. Rebecca must have turned the temperature dial beforehand because the water that hit me was ice-cold. I screamed in surprise, which made the other girls scream, too. I tried to make my way out of the stream, inadvertently pushing Bo underneath it. Her screaming intensified. She pulled on Rebecca and managed to switch places with her, making her squeal like a stuck pig.

Someone knocked on the door of our stall right as the water stopped spraying. “Everything alright in there?!” a woman asked, sounding equal parts annoyed and concerned.

We broke out into giggles. “Y- yes,” I managed. “We accidentally turned on the water too cold.” So much for not freezing our butts, I thought.

“Oookay,” the woman said. We heard her walk off. After a few seconds, I timidly opened the door to check if she was still nearby. I couldn’t see her, so I got out with Bo and Rebecca following suit.

Shivering, we made our way back to the Boettchers’ spot, jumping up and down as we walked to get warm. Nick was gone. Karin and Willi were sitting on a blanket playing a board game I’d never seen before. The square wooden board was pretty big and dotted with black and white stones. It looked beautiful to me. Karin waved as we got closer.

“Where’s Nick?” Rebecca asked.

“Swimming,” Karin replied.

“What’s that you’re playing?” I asked.

“It’s called Go,” Willi explained. “It’s an Asian board game. You try to surround your opponent’s stones and make territory for yourself.”

“I’m pretty horrible at it,” Karin said, smiling sadly. “He’s trying to teach me.”

“You’re picking up on it fast,” Willi said. He placed another stone on the board, holding it between his index and middle finger.

“Looks really cooI,” I said. “I think I’m gonna check back on our parents real quick. Haven’t seen them in a while. You never know what those guys are up to.”

Karin laughed. “Oh, I can probably guess.”

I turned to Bo and Rebecca. “Be right back,” I told them.

They looked at each other. “We’re coming with you,” Rebecca said.

“Alright,” I said, smiling.

We walked through the thicket and back to our spot. Dad was sitting behind Mom with his legs around her, massaging her shoulders.

“Hey, guys,” I said.

“Hey there,” Mom said. “Judging by your company, I suppose you ended up getting some ice cream, too.”

“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “Karin took us out. We’ve been hanging out together since.”

“And you left us alone to die of boredom over here?” Dad asked, pretending to be upset.

“We should move our spot and make it one big group,” Bo suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a nice idea!” I seconded.

“But this massage…” Mom said, pouting.

“…can continue over there,” Dad said.

“Alright, I’m sold,” Mom said and promptly got up.

We wrapped up our blankets, collected our stuff and moved to the lawn on the other side of the thicket in a caravan. Our dads introduced themselves, not having met before.

After we’d set up our extension to the Boettchers’ spot, Dad sat down on a third side of the square Go board. Apparently he’d heard of the game before and was curious about how it worked. As Willi began to explain it to him, Karin gratefully vacated her spot and began chatting with Mom instead, who didn’t seem to mind the suspension of her massage.

Before long, Nick joined us and sat in a circle with Bo, Rebecca and me. We got wrapped up in our own conversation. I kept giving Nick curious glances, thinking about what he’d done in front of his sister, and contemplating what he’d said about “feeling girly”. I thought I could see it in the way he played with his hair, or hear it in the soft way he spoke.

The hours passed as the eight of us went swimming and sliding, played ball in the water, had fun together. Willi coached as I tried to play a round of Go with Dad while the others played Uno. By the end of the day, we felt like one big family.

After taking showers (at a reasonable temperature this time, with shampoo to get rid of the chlorine) and changing back into our street clothes, we all left the pool together around six. Me and the family had been there for eight hours. We were worn out, and I was looking forward to spending some time at home with Bo, just the two of us.

Outside the entrance, we exchanged hugs and goodbyes. Rebecca held on to me for a little longer than I’d expected. My insides tingled as I remembered the kiss we’d shared earlier.

“Great getting to know you,” she said when we parted, favouring me with a knowing but gracious smile.
“Same here.”

On the ride home, Bo and I held hands. Everybody had quieted down. Having this much fun was exhausting. Tired, I closed my eyes, enjoying Bo’s touch. I felt like I was glowing inside.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Amanda

1793 – Philadelphia Pa. 

I had thought that returning from the party to my everyday life would be difficult, but it was not at all. There were meals to cook, beds to make, floors to sweep, and plenty more to occupy my time. Not the least of which, of course, being the Saturdays that I spent with Alice.

Alice and I exchanged our lessons. She taught me to play the guitar and sing, while I, having access to Eliza’s private library, taught her to read and to write.

I seemed to adjust to the normality of my life with Madeline quite well. Day to day, our lives as lovers were fairly bland when compared to all we had done at the party. But that was the magic of Catherine’s parties. Somehow I understood that during those three days there in her house we were free to explore anything, and upon returning home Maddy and I again were completely dedicated to only one another.

Our evenings often were spent in Catherine’s graces at her tavern. Later, in the darkness and privacy of Madeline’s bedroom, we shared our secret passions, making love most nights. It was a wonderful life I had come to be living.

Yet so often the terrible show I had seen at Catherine’s party seemed to occupy my thoughts — the awful things I had come to know of — though I admit they began to seem less awful every day. I wondered what had become of me that in time I felt no shame or offense when I recalled the terrible things I had seen, but instead felt excitement and… lust.

Madeline sat over her breakfast eating slowly. I had been developing a question in my mind now for weeks and at long last I would ask it. “Are we truly so wicked as all of this?”

She half smiled. “Wicked? Indeed a wonderful wickedness.”

“I speak in earnest.”

Madeline looked up at me and understood. “Dearest, we speak of sin and wickedness and perversion, but we don’t truly believe in that. ‘Tis said in teasing and fun. We are not wicked, love.”

“If you believe in God we are,” I offered.

“Are we? In God’s eyes, you say? Do you mean the impotent child that the church teaches? No, I do not think there is that God. If indeed such a thing as God exists in this world, I think that He is only love. That He is only joy and happiness and all those wonderful things we feel so little of in this world.”

She took another mouthful of food and ate silently for some time, then went on. “Wickedness is a condition of man. It can only breed hatred and misery. Is that what you feel with me? No, I doubt it’s so. I feel love and joy and pleasure, and how could that be wicked?”

I had to think about this for many days before all it meant could finally sunk in. Madeline was so wise, and why shouldn’t she be, I thought. After all, she had spent at least some time in Catherine’s home. It did not take me too long, however, to realize how proud I was to be her wife and she my husband, if indeed such titles befit us.

We continued on this way. The months seemed to race by, and before I knew it, we had attended another of Catherine’s annual weekend parties. And as before, Alice put on the most scandalous show for us. But this time I found myself swept up in it, chanting, cheering, and loving it along with the others.

Madeline began to have coughing fits soon after, and I found myself seeking out a remedy. Honey and tea. This seemed to help some, and I thought little of it after that. We simply continued on in our daily lives.

Looking back on it now, I realize that I hardly noticed that Madeline seemed to be growing more tired. We made love far less often and rarely went to the tavern. She seemed to prefer to go to bed early, and I found it more difficult over time to get her up in the morning. It happened over such a long time, though, that I simply did not notice it right away. Not until she took a sudden turn downward.

I had gone in to awaken her one morning for breakfast. She sat up coughing, and it was then that I noticed there was blood on her pillow. Fear seized me. Such a thing could never bode well for the sufferer.

Though Madeline could hardly get out of bed, she insisted she was well. After breakfast she went down to open the shop but soon collapsed. I was in terror. What was wrong with my Maddy? I managed to get her back in bed, then ran from our house to find a doctor.

I ended up at Catherine’s palatial estate explaining to the doorman what had happened. He wasted no time in fetching his mistress, and Catherine hurried me to her private doctor.

As quickly as we could get back across town, the doctor was examining Madeline. Catherine and I waited outside the door, perhaps praying or perhaps just hoping that she would soon recover.

When the doctor came out, his expression inspired no hope in us. Most solemnly he explained that he believed Madeline to have a tumor, and that she likely would not survive to the end of the month.

I fainted.

When I awoke, the doctor had left and Catherine had moved me to the sofa. “What happened?” I asked, opening my eyes to her face.

“You fainted, dear.”

Catherine dabbed my forehead with a damp cloth, tears rolling lazily down her cheeks. It had not all been a horrible dream. My darling Maddy really was morbidly ill.

“What shall I do without her?” I asked.

“What shall either of us do?” Catherine said, then sat me up and looked into my eyes. “Not to worry, child. You’ll want for nothing, I’ll see to that.”

But that was not what most concerned me. Madeline had for so long been my rock. How could I be confident without her? How could I live my life without her strength to support me?

I looked at Catherine and shook my head. “I cannot go on without her,” I sobbed. Catherine pulled me close and stroked my back.

The doctor had only been partially right. Madeline was fatally ill, indeed, but she managed to hang on for another two months.

Early on the day of her death she said her goodbye to me. I was sitting by her side in a chair while she slept, myself nearly asleep, when I heard a voice faintly calling my name. I immediately knelt at the edge of the bed and took Maddy’s hand. Most of my memories of those last days are blurry and seen through tear-stained eyes, but not that moment. That one is as clear as if it happened yesterday.

“I have been a good husband to you?” she asked, smiling.

I nodded my assurance. “I couldn’t hope for better.”

“A husband should love his wife to his dying day, and I will. Even until my dying breath.”

There was a long pause, and I thought she had slipped into sleep again. Then, quietly, “…Liz, I know you couldn’t truly love me. Promise me, though, that you will not spend the rest of your life mourning her, this Molly, who broke your heart. And when you’ve forgiven her, you mustn’t mourn me, either. You have to live and love for us both now.”

She returned to sleep, never to wake again.

In the middle of that night, she passed away. Catherine, myself, and several of her dearest friends had only just begun the vigil, the death watch. When Madeline passed, she was surrounded by those who most loved her, and I holding her hand.

We buried her a day later, and then I was alone. Left there by myself to mourn. I thought that my life with all of the women I had known had ended when Madeline passed, but after a week Catherine arrived with a man in tow.

“This is my lawyer,” she said as she entered the house. “And thereby Madeline’s.”

I did not understand. “Lawyer?” I asked. “But why?”

“For Madeline’s will, of course.”

She sat me down on the sofa, then took a wooden chair in front of me. “Madeline saw to your needs before she died. The house, the shop, those things are yours, and my allowance as well. She asked me to continue it on to you. And we are here now to make all that official. But you must sign some documents.”

I nodded, still not fully comprehending.

“Madeline knew you could not continue her business. She told me you will not dishonor her if you choose to sell the house and the shop and get on with your life.” Catherine leaned forward and placed a hand on my knee. “She wanted me to see to it that you do not spend the rest of your life mourning her.”

When, I wondered, had there been time for them to discuss all of this? And what she was telling me, was it truly Madeline’s will? Were they her words?

“Sell the house?” I finally managed.

“If you wish. And then you could live anywhere you want.”

I looked around the house for a moment. It seemed to make sense. Being here only reminded me of Madeline and how lonely I now was. Though I may never have truly fallen in love with her, I did care for her very deeply. I did have a sort of love for her. Losing her now, when she was yet so young, had crushed me.

“I don’t know what to do,” I finally admitted. “I don’t think I can stay here, but I don’t want to offend her memory.”

Catherine nodded her head. “If you choose to sell, I will have my lawyer handle all the details, thus ensuring you get a fair price.”

She glanced up at the man and he stepped forward, opening a satchel.

“A table, Miss,” he requested as he withdrew papers.

I nodded and led them to our dining table.

He set the papers in front of me and prepared a quill. “No matter what you decide, you will need to sign these. When you have made up your mind, simply tell Miss Pennington and she will know what to do.”

I had no idea how fortunate I was to have Catherine in my life. She was an angel and had the wealth and power to keep any promise she wanted to make. She had even been making arrangements for me that I had not known about.

“I think I should like to stay in a hotel for a while,” I told Catherine.

I did not want to stay in the house alone any more. I believe now that even then I had already resolved to sell it all. There were simply too many painful memories to suffer with in the house.

Catherine sat down across from me. “Nonsense, girl. You’ll stay with me, of course.”

I looked up at her, surprised. What exactly did she mean? She often had referred to me as a daughter, but did that mean that she would not make love to me? I was afraid that I did not even want such a thing. The thought of anything sexual had no appeal for me. Not without Madeline.

After a pause, I nodded my head to her. I wondered, though, even if there was nothing more between us than friendship, would my being there, living with her, not encourage rumors that we were lovers? Would that not hurt Catherine’s standing? It did not seem to matter at that moment however.

And that was exactly what the next two months held. I moved in to Catherine’s home. We sold the shop and the house and she stashed the proceeds away in gold coin, for me to use when I decided to go back out on my own.

Although I soon found myself wanting it, Catherine had not taken me to her bed. How horrible I must be, I told myself, to think of such things with a woman I viewed as a motherly figure, and while still mourning Maddy.

Catherine herself seemed to think of me only in terms of a child. I was not at all a child, of course, but that was how she treated me and how she spoke of me. I did not mind, I suppose, not at the time, because still I needed someone else to determine my destiny, and she was doing a fine job of it.

It would seem that Catherine cared for me and was but a loving matron, but do not mistake her kindness, though she was indeed very kind. Still she was the same woman who held her infamous annual party of debauchery, and that person was not limited to only those three days.

I was in her house a third month when a visitor called. I thought surely when I heard the bell ring that someone had come for Catherine, but the butler found me in the library and announced that Alice had arrived and asked for me. I was elated. I had not seen her since Madeline died.

Alice was shown to the parlor and I quickly joined her there. We sat on the same sofa where she had straddled my lap naked some years before.

“I’ve missed you,” she told me right away.

“And I you.” I was already sorry that I had not continued with our lessons.

“I only just heard you had come to live with Catherine. You know she does not say much at the tavern about her private life.”

I nodded.

We talked for a time, leaning close and holding hands, before Catherine entered the room and closed the door behind her. “How cozy,” she said with a smile. “My two dearest girls.”

Catherine wore a jacket and breeches but no tights or shoes. Her hair was tied back but she was not wearing a wig, and she had clearly been drinking. There was something in her tone that frightened me. I had never heard anything the like from her. Could she be jealous? I wondered to myself.

A smile played at her lips as she sat in a chair across from us.

“Catherine, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Ah, my state. Yes indeed, dear girl, I’ve had too much to drink and I beg your forgiveness if I offend.”

She laughed quietly and sat back in the chair. At her side, a table held a bell and she rang it. Moments later the butler arrived and she demanded brandy.

“It’s hardly noon,” I pointed out.

“I’m celebrating tragic news, dear girl.”

The butler returned with a bottle of brandy and a glass. Catherine sent back the glass and sat sipping directly from the bottle. She said nothing, leaving us to wonder, until finally we could stand it no more.

“Tragic news?” Alice asked.

“Yes. It seems that one of my ships has sunk with all hands.”

I covered my mouth with my hands. “The poor sailors,” I said quietly.

“A filthy sort they are, but nonetheless I shall compensate their families. After all, I’m well insured…”

She closed her eyes. “Money,” she spat. “As if that would make the loss right again. Money shan’t father their children nor protect their wives.”

Catherine appeared saddened for the loss of the men and said nothing about the valuable goods the ship carried. I could scarce believe my ears. I wondered to myself how one so rich could care so little for wealth.

She was an odd sort. At times Catherine could be as demanding of those beneath her as any wealthy, powerful woman might be. And at other times she was so gentle and tender that she seemed a lover. Guessing which side of her one might see was impossible. I had learned, though, to expect either and she rarely surprised me.

Rarely, but this time she did.

“Entertain me, Alice,” Catherine demanded after quite some time in silence.

With a nod, the girl got up and reached for her guitar, but Catherine stopped her. “No.” She sat straighter and gestured toward me. “No, entertain me, dear.”

I was quite shaken by this request, but Alice did not seem at all to be. She smiled as she turned toward me. “Liz?” she asked.

I could hardly speak. My mouth had run dry, and I felt dizzy. I thought I should faint but Alice’s hand on mine snapped me out of it.

“What of Eliza?” I asked.

“Oh, but she will be very excited to hear of it,” Alice laughed. “She’ll beg every detail from me as she forces her fingers into me and sucks the wetness from my nethers.”

“Alice!” I gasped, but she only giggled as she tossed pillows on the floor, then pulled me down with her. The girl began simply enough, trying to help me feel at ease by kissing my neck and lips.

She eased me onto my back and gently untied my dress. I helped her slip it off, and moments later she had done the same for herself. She bent forward letting our breasts rub together as we kissed deeply. Even under the circumstances I found myself quickly becoming excited. This surprised me, as I did not truly feel comfortable performing for Catherine in this way.

Alice smiled down at me. “You’ve wanted me for so long… say it,” she whispered.

She was right, of course. I had wanted her again since the night we made love at the party, years earlier. During all of our lessons, I had felt great desire for her, but denied those temptations in honor of what Madeline and I had together.

Now I did not speak. I remained silent.

Alice reached between my legs and rubbed my clitoris carefully between her finger and thumb. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

I groaned and nodded my head, trying to answer. “Yes, yes… I want you, Alice,” I finally managed.

“I knew it,” she whispered hoarsely. She fell upon me and drove her tongue into my mouth. Her hands explored every inch of my flesh and I was no less attentive to her.

Alice was a ravenous lover. A single orgasm did nothing to satisfy her, and with her in my arms it did little to satisfy me. The girl had her head between my legs, teasing my sex when my head fell lazily to the side and through my half opened eyes I caught sight of Catherine. She sat with her head tilted slightly. Her eyes, like mine, were only half open, and she licked her lips from time to time. Her hand was slipped into her breeches and I could clearly see that she was massaging her sex as she watched us.

I was surprised at first. But as I watched her, I realized that it excited me to know I was having such an effect on her. I reached between my legs and gently caressed Alice’s head while she happily licked at my nethers.

As I began to feel the build of another orgasm, Alice sensed it. While keeping her attention between my legs, she turned, bringing her sex around before my face. Without a moment’s hesitation I plunged my mouth forward, lapping and licking every crevice of her sex.

It was as if Alice could somehow cause herself to climax whenever she wished it. As soon as my orgasm burst forth, she too cried out and ground her sex into my face. This, it seemed, was what Catherine needed to see, as she finally began to moan and shudder with her own orgasm. In her drunken state, it had taken all of this time for her to climax but once.

I lay a time catching my breath. Alice had settled her head on my belly and was humming absently as she dragged her fingers back and forth through my muff, petting and combing the curly hairs. I looked up to find Catherine smiling happily, sipping from her brandy. Catching my eye, she gestured with the bottle as if to toast me.

“Won’t you be sober, Catherine?” I begged.

She glanced at me and shrugged before taking another sip. “I promise you, tomorrow I shall be right as rain.” Then she closed her eyes and soon passed out from the drink.

Alice and I lay on the pillows talking and flirting for hours. She eventually slid beside me and kissed me. “I must leave soon. Eliza worries if I’m out after dark.”

I don’t know if Catherine had been awake throughout most of our conversation, or if she had managed to sleep and listen at the same time, but she cleared her throat and sat up. “I’ll send for Eliza straightaway,” she said. “No need for our festivities to end so soon.”

Her hand pressed firmly against her head, she staggered out of the parlor. “Yes, I’ll spread a bit of coin about and everything will be just fine,” she mumbled, still thinking, I supposed, of the reason for her drunkenness.

Alice and I giggled softly before returning to our conversation. “She hates her wealth,” the girl told me.

“But why?”

“Because her father built his fortune on the backs of fifteen hundred slaves.”

I looked down at her, disbelieving.

“It’s true. But she refuses to keep slaves, as it were.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She houses them on her plantations. They receive a wage. When they save enough money, she ships them overseas to a country where they can be free or else brings them north. She receives little notice for doing this. They are considered her property, after all.”

I wondered now what might have been on the ship that had gone down, and shuddered at the thought of so many innocent lives lost. Shaking this off, I asked, “Is she a Quaker?”

“Not by birth.” Alice shifted slightly. “Her father was a Protestant, but not a Quaker… no, she simply likes the Negros. Calls the women Nubian princesses. There’s a story there, but I suspect none of us will ever hear it.”

“What faith was her father?”

“She’s never said. Whatever it was, though, they believed in slavery.”

“Do you?”

“How could I?” She laughed. “I know what it is to be bound to a life you feel no control over. How could any woman believe in it? We are prisoners of men as well.”

Although I never thought much about politics, or at least had not in the past, that made sense to me.

“Catherine is a Quaker, though?” I asked.

Alice sat up. “Of a sort. But do you really want to know these things? Catherine is a most unusual person, and much of her life is kept secret from those of privilege.”

“She certainly does not look like a Quaker,” I mused. “How do you know then?”

“She’s not as guarded with us.” By ‘us’ she meant only those scant few women whom Catherine might invite to one of her special parties.

Alice leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. “Shall we find something to eat? Or drink?” She stood and took my hand, helping me to my feet. Alice would have left the parlor completely naked had I not said something to her. Eventually she was coaxed into her undergarments, and scarce let me don any more myself.

We wandered into the kitchen. The cook shook his head when he saw our state of undress but made no other indication that anything was unusual. Alice looked around at the pots, hoping to find something of interest but did not. She led me back out to the dining hall where we found a number of sweet treats sitting about, apparently available for anyone’s sampling. We washed this down with some of Catherine’s privately brewed beer before returning to the parlor where I lay dozing as Alice strummed the guitar.

Eventually Catherine returned to the parlor sipping coffee and again holding her head. “Oh, for relief,” she groaned. The woman looked at me. “I beg of you, child, do not let me drink so much again.”

I had no idea how I could stop her, but nodded my head all the same. “Hemp plants can be smoked, I hear,” she mumbled. “Josephine says it relieves pain.”

Catherine was still quite disheveled, but had at least put on tights and shoes. She reclined on a sofa and set her coffee aside.

Hemp? I remember thinking to myself. Why would anyone smoke rope? Although the name Josephine and its owner meant nothing to me at the time, in a future that Alice’s special cards could not have foretold I would come to know her very well.

One of the servants came into the parlor with a cup containing their cure for her overindulgence. Catherine sipped at it and began to seem better. She looked about for a moment and sighed. “Eliza has not arrived?”

Alice shook her head.

“I sent my driver for her.”

Another hour would pass before Eliza joined us in the parlor and we sat talking. Ever the gracious host, Catherine presented us with cigars and we sat smoking while the boys talked politics or something. I had not truly been listening. Oddly, I simply assumed that any time the boys gathered they spoke on matters of state or economics. Their world was foreign to me, as foreign as the world of men would be, I think.

In time their conversation turned to literature and I became more interested, even going so far as to join them. Alice soon followed, and much to her delight she found she could now participate in the discussion.

As the night drew on, Alice and Catherine entertained us with song and dance. We enjoyed a light dinner, light I suppose for the very wealthy. Then we retired to our bedchambers.

Catherine, as she nearly always would do, appeared at my door in her night clothes, holding a candlestick. She came in, closed the door behind her, and set the candle down on the night table. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she arranged the covers over me, satisfied that I was sufficiently tucked it. She smiled down at me, the smile of mother for her beloved daughter.

There was something comforting about this ritual. I knew she saw me as a child, but she treated me well. She stroked my cheek with the backs of her fingers. “So dear to me,” she whispered.

I wondered often what she might have been like as a real mother. Would she have taken such liberties with her own daughter as she took with myself and the other girls?

Catherine’s goodnight kisses were anything but matronly. She pressed her lips to mine and parted them, as I did. Our tongues touched and lingered a moment before she sat back.

“Catherine,” I began, “don’t you desire me?”

I had to know. After three months, I had to know if I was in any way still desirable.

“You are a lovely girl and a fine lady, but my tastes are more exotic.”

She did not elaborate. She simply left me there, closing my door as she went.

More exotic? What was exotic about Madeline that had so attracted her? I asked myself this again and again, trying to puzzle it out. I could not fathom what Catherine might possibly mean by exotic, but whatever it was I did not have it.

Continue on to Chapter 6

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By Amanda Lynn

Stephanie woke to the sensation of a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her. Eyelids fluttering, the fog of sleep slowly cleared. She moaned softly and turned her head to see a figure standing over her, smiling sweetly.

“Hey, there. It’s time to get up. You don’t want to be late for work.”

Stephanie smiled as she recognized Amber’s beautiful face. Reaching up she placed a hand on the teenager’s shoulder.

“Good morning to you too, pretty girl,” Stephanie said.

“Piper and I are making breakfast, so hurry up,” said Amber.

“Oh, my god! Piper. Does she…” Stephanie sat upright, gripped with panic. What if Piper had seen them in bed together, naked?!

Amber giggled, “It’s okay. I woke up before Piper. I snuck into her room and got in bed with her. When she woke, I told her the same story you told my mom.”

Stephanie sighed with relief. “Smart girl. Thank you. I’m going to grab a quick shower, then I’ll be out.” She pulled the teen into an embrace, then kissed her softly on the lips.

Heading for the door, Amber paused and looked over her shoulder. “Don’t be too long. You don’t want your eggs to get cold.”

Getting up, Stephanie threw on her robe and headed for the shower. After a quick wash, she did her face and put on her work clothes. The scent of bacon cooking filled her nostrils as she entered the kitchen.

“Morning, Mommy!” Piper greeted her. The girl’s smile beamed as she buttered the last of several slices of toast. “We’re making breakfast for you.”

Stephanie chuckled at her enthusiasm. “I see that, and it smells absolutely delicious,” she said, hugging Piper from behind and kissing her cheek. As she passed by Amber, who was at the stove tending to the bacon, she let her fingertips play along her young lover’s shoulder and up her neck as she kissed her cheek.

“How’s your butt?” Stephanie whispered.

“Sore. But okay,” Amber answered with a blush.

“Thanks, guys. You’re sweet for doing this,” said Stephanie, moving to the far counter and poured a cup of coffee, before sitting down at the table.

“Amber told me you had a rough night and were all wet,” Piper said matter of factly as she placed the platter of toast on the table.

Stephanie had to cover a snort of laughter with a cough at her daughter’s unintentional double entendre. Amber had caught it too and was giggling. She gave Stephanie a playful wink as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of her.

“Yes, sweetie, you could say that,” Stephanie grinned.

After Amber had retrieved a plate for herself and Piper, the three sat and enjoyed their meal. Once they had finished, the girls tidied up the kitchen as Stephanie finished her coffee and then headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

The three of them left the apartment, and Stephanie hugged and kissed both girls.

“You two have fun and try to stay out of trouble today,” Stephanie said with a playful smile as she headed for the stairs. Amber and Piper waved and then turned and walked toward Amber’s apartment.

They stopped at the door and Amber fished her key from her pocket. Just as she was about to insert it into the lock, the door opened. The two girls jumped and let out a startled yelp, as did Jessica, who had been on the other side.

“Oh, girls,” the woman said, a hand on her chest. “You scared the bejeezus out of me.”

“Sorry, Mom. You scared us too,” Amber giggled as she walked in, with Piper right behind.

“Did you two have a good night?”

“We did,” both girls said in unison. Giggling again, they kicked off their shoes.

“Okay then. Well, I’m off to work. You two behave. If you go out, make sure to lock up,” Jessica said as she gave both girls a hug and a peck on the cheek.

“Bye, Mom.”

“Bye, Jess.”

Once Jessica closed the door behind her, the girls headed down the hall to Amber’s room. Piper plopped down on the beanbag chair as Amber opened her closet door.

“What do you want to do today?” Piper asked as she watched Amber pushing her clothes back and forth in the closet, looking for something to wear.

“Right now, I’m going to grab a quick shower,” she said as she took a bright yellow sundress off its hanger and lay it on the bed. “Then we could go down to the waterfront. The Busker Festival starts today.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun,” Piper replied.

A little twinge of excitement raced through the child as she watched Amber began to take off her clothes. The older girl made no attempt to cover herself once she was naked,  and smiled, noticing Piper’s eyes on her pussy.

“Did you want to stop at your place and change before we go?” Amber asked.

Piper shook her head. “No. I’m good.” As she answered, she licked her lips, while not taking her eyes off the slit that was only a few feet from her.

“Okay then. I won’t be long,” Amber said as she left the room.

Piper leaned back in the beanbag chair and picked up a worn copy of a Nintendo magazine that lay on the floor. She slowly flipped through it and read a couple of articles. Just as she tossed the magazine back on the floor, Amber, still naked, came back into the room. Piper watched Amber cross the room and take a bra from the top drawer of her dresser and put it on. Picking up the sundress from the bed she slipped it over her head and arms. The thin, sleeveless dress hung loosely on her shoulders and stopped about mid-thigh.

“Let’s go,” Amber said, offering a hand to Piper.

Piper took the outstretched hand and stood. After Amber grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and tossed them into her shoulder bag, they headed out of the apartment. It was then that Piper realized that Amber hadn’t bothered to put on any panties. She smiled and looked down at her own tank top and baggy shorts and wondered if maybe she should stop off at her place and change, but decided against it.

When the girls reached the waterfront, the boardwalk was a hive of activity. Many vendors and artisans had set up small kiosks along the sides of the boardwalk selling their wares. The permanent shops had their doors propped open and sidewalk signs advertising deals placed strategically outside to entice potential customers to enter and spend their money.

As Piper and Amber picked their way through the crowd, they both inhaled deeply, savoring the pleasant aromas coming from the various food carts scattered around the venue. Piper giggled as she watched a juggling clown on a unicycle pass them. Another clown stood not far from them making balloon animals and handing them to the children that had gathered around him.

The sounds of musicians playing soon drowned out the drone of the crowd as the girls approached an area that had been set up with a bandstand and a designated spot for the various entertainers to perform. The girls stopped and watched the act that had just started. Standing on a mat were four beautiful, fit young women, all dressed in the same matching sports bra and tight shorts. They each had six multi-colored hula hoops that spun simultaneously around arms, legs, hips, and chest.

They all moved around the mat in a choreographed routine, passing hoops between each other without using their hands. The crowd applauded when one girl climbed up to stand on the shoulders of two other girls without losing control of any of her hoops.

“Wow!” Piper exclaimed as she clapped at the performance.

“Yeah, that’s awesome,” Amber agreed.

They watched a few more acts before wandering around some more. They stopped and tried a few carnival type games of chance. At one game, where she tossed plastic rings onto bottles, Piper won a small stuffed bear.

“Yippee!” she laughed as the guy running the game handed her the toy. “Can I put this in your bag?” she asked Amber.

“Sure thing. Are you hungry? It’s after twelve,” Amber replied, holding open her bag, allowing Piper to drop the bear inside.

“Yeah. Hot dogs?”

“Uh-huh, good call.”

They made their way down the boardwalk to a street vendor’s cart. The smell of grilled franks made their stomachs growl and mouths water. They each got a large dog and topped it with all the condiments. They grabbed some napkins and found an empty table to sit at. Amber pulled the bottles of water out of her bag and set them down.

“You know,” Piper said, biting into her frank. After chewing and swallowing, she continued, “I don’t believe your story.”

Amber swallowed hard, then looked at the girl, eyebrow raised. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, trying to sound believable.

“About sleeping with me all night. I woke up to pee and you weren’t there, and I heard voices from Mom’s room,” Piper said matter of factly.

She had a pretty good idea as to what was going on. If Brooke and Auntie Neve did it, then it wouldn’t be that strange to think her mom and Amber might be doing something too. After all, she’d heard Amber call her mom’s name on the video of Amber masturbating.

“I… um…” Amber stammered, setting her food down on a napkin.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad or anything,” Piper said. She took another bite and chewed. She watched Amber’s face. The teenager was already pink from being in the sun all morning, but right now she was several shades darker.

“Really? Are you sure? I mean…”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” Then Piper got serious for a moment. “You wanted to do it, right? You weren’t forced or anything?”

Amber chuckled. It was her turn to reassure Piper. “It was entirely mutual. I promise you.”

“What was it like? With my mom?” Piper asked, popping the last morsel into her mouth.

“Nosy!” Amber replied with a grin. “But if you must know, it was fraking awesome.”

Piper giggled at the reference. Taking a long draw on her water, she studied Amber’s face, trying to picture her licking her mother’s pussy. A little wave of excitement flashed from her clit, she felt herself getting wet.

“I bet it was. I wish I could…” Piper said, not finishing the thought. She watched Amber smile at her as if she knew what Piper was thinking.

“She knows about us too,” Amber said, taking another bite.

Piper froze. Panic gripped her for a moment, but relaxed seeing the grin on Amber’s face as she chewed.

“Really? How? What did she say? Was she upset?” Piper fired off the questions in rapid succession.

Amber held up a hand to slow Piper and shook her head as she finished swallowing her food. “She heard us, and no, she wasn’t upset. She was quite turned on by the whole thing actually.”

“Heard us? What do you mean?”

Amber explained what had happened while they were in the tub the night before and, without the graphic details, what took place when Stephanie confronted her later.

Piper sat in a stunned silence for a few moments, mulling over what Amber had just said. Mom knows? Maybe she knows about Brooke too then. Does this mean she might want to do stuff with me also?

Her food done, Amber dabbed her mouth with the napkin, then took a big swig of water. “Are you ready to head back, or do you want to look around some more?”

“It’s getting kinda hot. Can we stop at the park on the way back?” Piper asked, screwing the top back on her water bottle.

“Sure. It should be a lot cooler under the trees.”

Putting the water bottles back in the bag and the trash in the garbage can, they left the boardwalk and made their way to the park. The park wasn’t huge, nothing like Central Park in New York City, but it was still a fair size, maybe a half dozen city blocks. Piper had deliberately made sure they entered the park at the north end. As they walked down the gravel path, the lush green canopy of the mighty oaks that lined the central pathway shaded them and provided a much-welcomed break from the heat of the sun.

After a short walk, Piper spied what she had been looking for and grabbed Amber’s hand, pulling her to a smaller path that branched off to the left.

“Geez, Piper. Give a girl some warning, will ya? Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

They walked a few yards and found themselves next to a picnic table that sat under a large maple tree. The spot was private and sheltered from sight by trees, bushes, and hedges to anyone walking the main path or on the streets surrounding the park.

Piper steered Amber to the picnic table until the older girl backed up against a short end of the table. Piper moved in close, pushing up against Amber. Without a word, Piper put her arms around Amber and kissed her.

Amber gasped at the suddenness but didn’t resist. She returned the kiss. Piper’s tongue pushed into the older girl’s mouth and sought out her tongue. Finding it, their tongues swirled together and Piper moaned. She broke the kiss and sucked on Amber’s lower lip.

Piper’s pussy was throbbing, begging for attention, but there was something else she wanted right now. Something she’d wanted since last night. Kissing Amber once more, she dropped to her knees. Ignoring the discomfort of the loose gravel digging into her skin, she flipped the hem of Amber’s dress up long enough to duck her head under it. Amber gasped again as Piper kissed her nether lips.

“Piper! What are you… oh, fuck.” Amber’s protest turned into a long groan when she felt Piper’s mouth on her pussy. With a shudder she spread her legs, granting Piper unfettered access to her sex.

Piper sucked Amber’s clit into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. She swirled it around the hidden bud until it became engorged. Continuing to torment, Piper brought a finger to Amber’s entrance and pushed it in slowly. It didn’t take long for Amber to become dripping wet. Piper managed to keep her mouth locked onto the swollen clit as Amber bucked against her.

Amber grunted. One hand gripped the edge of the table while the other rested on the head that was beneath her dress. Piper swirled and pushed her tongue into the soft folds of Amber’s labia. The sunlight filtering through the dress colored everything with a bright yellow hue. Trapped under the dress, the sweet smell of Amber’s sex soon masked all other odors of the park.

Sticking a second finger into Amber’s pussy, she fucked her faster and lapped at her folds, up onto her clit then down again. Pushing her other hand into her own shorts, Piper rubbed her clit with a fevered pace. Listening to Amber’s pleas, she once more took the throbbing clit into her mouth and sucked it, teased it with her tongue.

Amber’s orgasm soon took her, and she bit down on her fist to keep from screaming as she stiffened and shook.

The new flood of juices on her face was all Piper needed to push her over the edge as well, and she screamed out her orgasm into Amber’s pussy.

Once her breathing slowed, Piper sat back on her heels and took Amber’s dress off her head. She wiped the juices from her face, then stood and embraced Amber. They kissed for a few moments and then sat at the picnic table.

“That was great, Piper. But I kept expecting someone to walk in on us.”

Giggling and brushing away the pebbles that had stuck to her knees, Piper replied. “I told you I wanted to taste you last night. Then knowing you were walking around without panties on, and talking about you and Mom doing it…” Piper’s smile beamed.

“But still, we coulda got caught.”

“Maybe,” Piper shrugged. “I figured most people would be at the festival today so the park would be empty.”

“How did you know about this spot?” Amber waved an arm indicating their hidden spot.

“Mom and I come to the park for picnics sometimes. We just happened to find this spot by accident.”

“That’s cool.” Amber put her arm around Piper and kissed her head. “But I think we should think about heading back.”

“Okay.”

The girls got up and walked hand in hand out of the park and toward home.

 

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With supper finished, Stephanie stood at the sink washing the dishes as Piper dried. She had been thinking of Amber and Piper all day and wondered if the two of them had fooled around while she was at work. The thoughts had turned her on so much so that she spent the day in a state of perpetual horniness.

At lunchtime, a mother and her young daughter had come into the diner. The girl was around Piper’s age, she had guessed, and very cute. This of course only exacerbated Stephanie’s current state. When she stood at the table giving them menus, she smiled at the little girl and then at the mother.

The woman’s nose had twitched before giving Stephanie a strange look. The woman had glanced down the front of Stephanie’s uniform to about where her wet pussy would be, then back up to meet her eyes, giving her a knowing smile. Stephanie blushed, wondering if the woman had smelt her arousal.

Stephanie looked down at Piper and smiled. “How about later, we get into our night clothes and watch a movie?”

“Okay. Can we have popcorn too?”

“Of course,” Stephanie chuckled. “What would a movie be without popcorn?”

With the kitchen cleaned, the two of them changed into something comfier. Stephanie put on a baggy tee shirt and a pair of boxers, then headed for the kitchen to get the popcorn ready. When Piper came into the living room, Stephanie saw that she’d chosen a short nightshirt that stopped mid-thigh.

Stephanie admired her daughter’s sexy form, and a smile crossed her face.

“What?” Piper asked, noticing her mother’s stare.

“Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking how pretty you are.”

“Oh, Mom!” Piper smiled, her face turning pink.

Stephanie chuckled as she turned her attention to the beeping microwave. Opening the bag, she poured its contents into a big bowl and headed for the living room.

Stephanie sat on the loveseat with Piper beside her, propped up against its arm. The girl’s legs draped across Stephanie’s lap. The loveseat had always been their favorite place to sit when they watched movies together. Stephanie turned on the TV with the remote and found a movie they both agreed on under the On-Demand section, and the two settled in to watch the film.

Stephanie had rested her hand on Piper’s knee and was absently stroking the soft flesh of her daughter’s leg as they watched the film. Somewhere near the middle of the movie, during a rather steamy lesbian love scene, the kind that takes place in the shadows leaving things to the imagination, Stephanie heard Piper’s breathing catch and felt her twitch.

“Oh, that feels so nice,” Piper whispered.

Stephanie looked at Piper’s face. The young girl had her head back, eyes closed and her mouth open. Her chest heaved with quick breaths, her skin flushed, then she let out a soft moan. Piper’s hips jerked again.

Stephanie looked down at the child’s lap, Piper’s nightshirt had ridden up to her hips. Stephanie’s eyes widened when she saw a hand caressing the skin of Piper’s thigh at the crease where her leg met her pelvis. The hand was so close to Piper’s mound that it was brushing against her sky-blue panties. But, it wasn’t Piper’s hand, it was hers. Stephanie was both thrilled and frightened at the same time. Instinctively, she withdrew her hand from her daughter’s leg.

“No, Mommy, please,” Piper begged.

Stephanie stared into her daughter’s big brown eyes. The expression on Piper’s face was pleading for her to continue her touch. Stephanie’s mind was racing as fast as her heart was pounding. This is it. The point of no return. If I do this, things will never be the same, she thought to herself as she felt that familiar tingle in her groin.

“Mommy, I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Please!”

Oh, God. She wants me to make her come, Stephanie thought. She glanced back down at her daughter’s panty-clad pussy. There, almost out of sight, she could see a spot, darker than the rest of the material. A wet spot was growing on Piper’s panties. Stephanie was becoming so turned on right now. She knew this was a dangerous path she was about to travel, but it felt so good. This is what she had been fantasizing about, and here was her chance to make it a reality. The thought of doing something so taboo sent little bolts of excitement through her. She looked back at her beautiful little girl and smiled at her.

“Are you sure, sweetie?”

Piper just bit her lip and nodded her approval, groaning. Stephanie took a deep breath and slowly placed her hand on the girl’s mound and gently rubbed. Piper jerked at the touch and moaned again. Stephanie watched Piper’s face as the girl rocked her hips and grunted. Piper screwed her eyes shut and her mouth twisted into a grimace. Stephanie concentrated her touch over Piper’s clit. The young girl squirmed and bucked. Her skin flushed, and her chest heaved. Stephanie moved her hand up to Piper’s belly and then slipped into her panties. She quickly found the young girl’s erect clit and with two fingers rubbed it, slowly at first and then with vigor. It only took a few short moments before Piper’s orgasm took her.

“Momm-mmy!” Piper squealed, drawing out each syllable. Piper’s body stiffened and shook, then she went limp. Stephanie threaded an arm under her daughter’s shoulders and pulled her in close, holding her until she had recovered from her orgasm.

When Piper opened her eyes again, she smiled up at her mother. “That felt so good, Mommy.”

“I’m glad I made you feel good, baby, but are you sure you’re okay with it? This really isn’t something mothers and daughters should be doing. It will have to be our secret,” Stephanie said, watching Piper’s expression.

Piper nodded and then hugged her mother. “It was wonderful, and I’m very okay with it.”

When Piper looked back up, Stephanie felt her heart melt. She loved her daughter, of course. But this was a new feeling, a different kind of love. Romantic love? Maybe? she thought. Now that she had gone this far with Piper, she wondered how far the girl would want to go.

Taking a chance, Stephanie went for broke and kissed her daughter’s smiling mouth. To her pleasant surprise, she felt Piper instantly return the kiss, a tongue then probing at her lips. Stephanie let her own lips part and explored her daughter’s mouth. Their tongues met and moved against each other.

Tendrils of excitement chased through her body and her kisses became more aggressive. She ran her hands over Piper’s back and groaned into her mouth. She was kissing her daughter as if she was a long-lost lover and it was filling her with lustful desire. It occurred to Stephanie that Piper was not a stranger to passionate kisses. Images of Piper making out with Amber and Brooke flashed through her mind, fueling her desire.

After a couple of minutes, they had to break to fill their craving lungs. Gulping for air, Stephanie saw the bright smile on Piper’s face and her hand in her panties. Stephanie stood and scooped up her daughter in her arms and headed down the hall.

“I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, Piper. More than anything.”

“Are we going to have sex?” Piper asked, her eyes sparkling.

Stephanie swallowed. That was precisely what she intended, but hearing Piper ask it out loud made the idea of what they were about to do seem that much more real.

“I’m going to make love to you, baby. If you want me to, that is,” Stephanie said, sitting the girl on the edge of the bed.

“I do, Mommy, I really do!” Piper answered enthusiastically.

“Okay, sweetie. But we will go slow, and I want you to tell me if we do anything that scares you or you don’t like. Understand?” Stephanie said as she helped Piper take off her nightshirt.

“Yes, Mommy, but I’m sure that won’t happen,” Piper said, and lay down with her head on the pillow.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, Stephanie thought as she took off her own clothes. Her hands shook with nervous excitement. She watched Piper pull off her panties and toss them aside, then lay back down and rub her young pussy. Piper smiled as she soaked in the sight of her mother’s naked body.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” Stephanie said as she crawled onto the bed and lay beside her daughter. She brushed a hair from her face before putting her lips to Piper’s. As they kissed deeply, Stephanie felt a small hand touch her breast. Piper gently stroked and squeezed her tit, finding the stiffened nipple, she traced it with her finger.

Piper broke the kiss and moved to take her mother’s nipple into her mouth. Stephanie groaned out loud and ran a hand down Piper’s back and onto her smooth butt. Piper’s tongue swirled and flicked around her erect nipple for several moments before the girl switched to the other one. After a while, Piper looked up at Stephanie.

“Mommy, can I taste you?” she asked casually, as if she was thirsty and wanted a glass of water.

Stephanie looked at her for a long moment. What the girl was asking just wasn’t registering.

“Taste me?” she asked, sounding confused.

“Your pussy, Mommy, I want to taste it.”

Then the lights came on. Oh, my God. She wants to go down on me, Stephanie thought as a shudder ran through her. More juices flowed from her aching pussy, and she swallowed hard.

“Yes, baby, please…” Stephanie moaned between breaths. She spread her legs wide as Piper moved down, bringing her face only inches from Stephanie’s pussy. Her body inflamed with desire, her clit stood proudly, her labia open and red, copious amounts of thick creamy juices coated her sex.

Stephanie propped herself up on her elbows and watched her little girl. She was amazed at the confidence that her ten-year-old daughter displayed.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out and jerked as Piper’s tongue touched her.

Piper didn’t waver though. She pushed her tongue through her mother’s folds, lapping up all the sweet juices that were there for her enjoyment. Stephanie felt her daughter’s tongue move down to her opening, circle it, then push inside.

“Oh, Piper, yes. Fuck me with your tongue, baby girl,” Stephanie begged, not knowing if the girl even knew how. Apparently, she did. Stephanie pushed her hips up at the feeling of a stiffened tongue thrusting into her entrance.

The more the young girl fucked her, the more juices flowed from Stephanie. Her orgasm was building inside her belly. Pressure grew like an unattended boiler. Stephanie moaned and bucked and squirmed. She grabbed her daughter’s head when she felt the girl’s mouth take her clit and suck.

Piper’s tongue tormented her clit, and two fingers soon found their way into her sopping cunt. Stephanie was finding it harder to breathe as she writhed below her daughter’s assault. The orgasm was right on the edge, the needle well past the red line. Piper shoved a third finger into her and ran her teeth over the engorged clit.

“Piper!” Stephanie screamed as the boiler exploded and her orgasm blasted outward. Her vision blurred and her ears hissed with white noise. An eternity later she gasped, filling her lungs with much-needed air as the world slowly came back to her.

Piper lay beside her, gently caressing a breast. “Are you okay, Mommy?” she asked meekly.

“Oh, yes, baby. I’m perfect. I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she said, wrapping Piper in her arms. It was very evident that Piper was no stranger with regards to the pleasures of the flesh. “You really are very talented for a ten-year-old. Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.

Piper blushed. “I… um… “

“Amber and Brooke maybe?” Stephanie filled in softly, caressing her hair.

Piper nodded. “Are you mad?” she asked even though she knew she wouldn’t be.

Stephanie chuckled. “No, sweetie, I’m not mad. I’m happy you can share and learn such wonderful things with them. And you have certainly learned well.”

Piper giggled at that and moved up to kiss her mother. “Do you want to taste me now?” she asked shyly.

“You have no idea how much I do,” Stephanie replied in a husky voice.

She kissed Piper deeply for a brief time before making her way down the slender body of her daughter. She dropped little kisses as she went, she even stopped at her nipples to give them a kiss and a flick of her tongue. Piper giggled at that.

When she arrived at her destination, Stephanie paused to admire the smooth bald pussy. Knowing she wasn’t the first female to visit these parts excited her. She was about to kiss and lick and do other things to her daughter’s little pussy, and it thrilled her to no end.

“Are you ready, baby?” she asked pushing the girl’s thighs apart.

“Uh-huh,” Piper nodded and bit her lower lip as she watched her mother go down on her.

Stephanie heard Piper suck a sharp breath when she placed her first kiss on the girl’s labia. She kissed her clit, then her entrance, then her inner thighs. She ran her tongue all over the girl’s skin, across her vulva, up to her navel, then back down again.

Piper was squirming, breathing hard and pushing her pelvis skyward. Stephanie continued to tease. The tip of her tongue grazed across the stimulated flesh of her labia, moving up and down the outer edge. Piper was whining, almost in tears from the torment.

“Mommy, please!” Her voice was a strangled whisper. “Please!”

Stephanie smiled and took pity, a little anyway. Using her thumbs, she spread the girl’s lips, and with the flat of her tongue, she pushed upward between them. From entrance to clit, teasing each for just a second. Moving down she did it again, and again.

Piper was frantic. Her hands moved down, grabbing at her mother’s head, trying to guide it. “Mommy…” the rest of the sentence was unintelligible.

Letting Piper guide her to it, Stephanie took the throbbing clit into her mouth and gently sucked on it. She played her tongue around it and flicked it. Piper bucked and cried out, sobbing. Stephanie continued to play. She brought a finger to the girl’s entrance and ever so gently pushed it in. Piper pushed up against the intrusion, her hot wetness snug on Stephanie’s finger.

Stephanie moved the finger in further then withdrew, only to push it back in. Piper’s back arched up off the bed as she let go a blood-curdling cry. Her orgasm was intense, violent almost. Stephanie could feel the muscles of her vagina clamp down on her finger. Piper went stiff for several seconds before finally collapsing back onto the bed.

Piper’s eyes remained shut, and she gasped for air. Stephanie slowly withdrew her finger from her daughter when she could and crawled up beside her, pulling her into an embrace. Eventually, Piper opened her eyes and smiled up at her mother.

“Wow, Mommy. You made me come really hard.”

Stephanie smiled. “I noticed. Are you okay?”

“Un-huh. Can we do this again sometime?” Piper said as she snuggled back in.

“Anytime you want, sweetie. But it must be our secret. Okay? No one can know.”

Piper nodded. “Okay, Mommy,” she said.

“Mommy?” Piper said, after a short pause

“Hmm?” Stephanie hummed her acknowledgment.

“Do we have to keep it a secret from Amber? I mean… um… well, I know about you two doing stuff together.”

Stephanie pulled away from the embrace and looked at her daughter. Piper didn’t meet her gaze.

“She told you?” Stephanie wasn’t really upset at the revelation. It excited her. This opens the potential for some very sexy opportunities, she thought, a grin crossing her face.

“Kind of. I heard the two of you in your room last night.” Piper looked up and smiled shyly, and explained the conversation she’d had with Amber earlier that day.

“Oh, I see. And you’re okay with that, with me and Amber having sex?” Stephanie asked. She held her breath waiting for Piper’s response.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” said Piper with a smile. “Maybe we could… um… you know…?”

“No. What?” Stephanie asked as she exhaled. She didn’t let on she understood the question.

“Maybe we could fool around together. The three of us?” Piper said as she snuggled into her mother again.

Stephanie embraced her daughter. Wow! She’s reading my mind, she thought and chuckled softly. This was more than she could hope for. Not only had she seduced Amber, but she also made love to her own daughter who, apparently, had already been thinking about a situation like this for a while. Now it seems she wanted to have a threesome. Are all ten-year-old this sexually curious?

“That sounds like fun, sweetie, but I’ll need to think about it. Okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” Piper answered sleepily.

Before Piper had a chance to fall asleep, Stephanie suggested they crawl under the covers. Once they settled in, Stephanie set the alarm and held Piper close, listening to the sounds of the girl’s breathing as she drifted off to sleep.

Once again Stephanie found herself staring at the ceiling. She really needed to put a picture or something up there. This time though, she sighed a contented breath. She had made love to her daughter, and she was glad she did, and it appeared Piper was glad too. All her worries and misgivings were for naught. As she lay there, she wondered how she would broach the subject of a threesome with Amber. In her thoughts, she pictured the naughty things she could do with two sexy young girls in her bed at the same time.

Stephanie’s hand was soon between her legs again. It didn’t take long for that intense pleasure she loved so much to carry her away. As the orgasm faded, she too surrendered to the veils of sleep.

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