Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary (well, it USED to be brief…) of what has transpired thus far. (To get a additional breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, which leave her feeling flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

In the days that follow, Nettie seems to be emerging from her torpor. In addition to her burgeoning interest in heavy metal, she becomes absorbed by Jason’s medical textbooks.

At band rehearsal, Mal’s and her fellow group members toy with a concept: focus on Eighties pop. At the same rehearsal, they also make plans to perform live, and even manage to work up a cool original song. The entire band is thrilled.

Mallory has a frank discussion with her mother Sharon about sexuality and desire. She admits to listening to her mom masturbate through the wall, then gets Sharon to confess that she has overheard Mallory touching herself as well… and it arouses her. Somehow, Mal persuades Sharon to stay in her room instead, then mother and daughter masturbate together.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

March 1st, 2007

I just got home from rehearsal, and Mom is dozing on the couch. I think I’ll just leave her there; it’s late. We’re the last student band to rehearse on Thursday nights, so we’ve kind of taken to running overtime. Especially now that we’re planning to play some real gigs (and even have some booked!), we need to learn A LOT of music.

We want to write more too, but we’re putting that on hold until we have enough songs to make a full show. Club bands typically do either four forty-five minute sets or three one-hour sets, for which you need forty songs or so. We won’t be playing clubs, but Roger says that county fairs and stuff like that will expect the same thing, so we’re going to learn forty-five.

So far we’ve got four small-town summer festivals booked. We’ll be playing in Battle Lake, Henning, Vining, and right here in Dickson. We’re going to get SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS for the Battle Lake show! Roger says that’s peanuts, but it sure sounds like a lot to me! The other towns are going to pay us $400-$500. I don’t care if it’s peanuts… I’m actually going to get paid to play music!

I really need to back up here. I’m gushing out what’s on my mind right this minute, when I should be putting everything that’s happened since the last time I wrote in some kind of order. There’s a lot to tell!

When my alarm went off Tuesday morning I was still snuggled up with Mom. It seemed to take her a minute to realize where she was, and once she did, she got out of bed in a hurry and went straight for the bathroom. She took a shower, which wasn’t so great from my point of view… I had to pee!

I don’t normally get up quite that early. Mom usually makes me breakfast, and we have a few minutes together before she has to leave for school. But I was already awake, so I got myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, where I put some coffee on for Mom and made scrambled eggs with toast.

Finally she emerged from the bathroom, and I ran in to take care of my business. Mom was dressed when I came out, and wanted to go back in and do her hair. It felt like she was trying to get away from me, so I insisted she eat first while the food was still warm.

We mostly ate in awkward silence. Starting conversations is NOT something I’m very good at, and Mom was looking everywhere but in my direction. I knew what the problem was, of course, and sensed that letting her think too much about it would be a disaster.

The second she finished eating, Mom got up, carried her plate to the sink, and made a beeline for the bathroom. I followed her in, having decided that the only way to tackle this problem was head-on.

“Hey… Mom?” I said.

“What is it, sweetie?” she replied, attacking her hair with a brush.

“Are you upset about what happened last night? Please don’t be.”

“Let’s not talk about it,” she said, the words coming out in a jumbled rush. She was practically ripping her hair out.

“Why not?” I said. “It was beautiful and special, and I’m glad it happened. Come on, Mom. Is being together when we touch ourselves so much worse than listening to each other do it through the walls?”

Mom set the hairbrush down, rested both hands on the countertop, and lowered her head. “It was wrong,” she said. “The Word says it’s wrong. It’s probably even illegal. I was wrong to let it happen. I was weak.”

I put my hand over hers. “It didn’t feel wrong. Not to me, anyway.”

“Not to me, either,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “And that’s the problem. I was weak, and I let myself get carried away. The worst part is that it’s something I wanted.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist. “It’s okay, Mom,” I said, “Really, it is. We’re not bad people. I don’t see how anything that feels good and doesn’t hurt anybody could be wrong. Especially if it brings us closer.”

Mom twisted around in my arms until we were face-to-face, and hugged me back. “I wish I could believe that.”

“I believe it. Think it over before you let yourself be upset all day long, Mom. Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay. Okay, Mallory.” There was still a hint of worry in Mom’s voice, but she seemed a bit less fragile than she had a few minutes before. “Now… I really do have to get ready for school.”

I knew this was the best I was going to get, so I gave her one final squeeze, then went to get ready myself.

***

It got really warm that day; the temperatures were in the forties by the time school let out. If it wasn’t for the snowstorm last night, I’d be tempted to think spring was coming early! But I’m getting ahead of myself again, aren’t I? Stop it, Mallory-girl!

A bunch of us were milling around outside right after school. Mom was going to be staying late in the computer lab again, I’d been invited to dinner at Julie’s house, and we decided to hoof it instead of taking the bus. Of course, we brought Nettie along, and the three of us were standing in a loose sort of circle with Emma and Cindy when a couple of boys from our class walked past.

“Hi, Emma,” Floyd Peterson called out, tipping her a wink. “You’re looking pretty fine today. What’re you doing, mixing up with Crying Girl?” He thrust his chin at Nettie, snickering.

Nettie shuffled her feet, her face flushing bright red.

“Leave me alone, you creep,” Emma snarled.

Julie gave a glare that could peel paint. “And leave Nettie alone!”

Floyd stopped, his buddy Tom coming to a halt beside him. Tom looked uneasy.

“Who’s gonna make me, huh?” Floyd sneered. “It’s all she does all day, just sits around and cries. You should find someone more cheerful to hang around with… like me, maybe.”

“Shut up, you asshole!” Julie screamed. By then, tears were running down Nettie’s cheeks, and her hands were shaking.

“Make me,” Floyd repeated smugly.

“If she doesn’t, I might, you grungy little shit,” came a voice from behind me. A smile came to my lips as I recognized the voice of Megan Frost. “You might show a little compassion, fuckwad,” she went on. “You know as well as anyone else what she’s been through.”

“Oh, whine and moan,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. He turned back to Nettie. “What’s the matter, Crying Girl, can’t handle life? People die, it’s just what happens. Get over it.”

My blood was boiling. I took two steps toward him, fists balled at my sides, until we were only inches apart. “Shut. The fuck. UP!” I snapped. “Or I’ll kick you so hard your balls come flying out of your mouth.”

I honestly don’t know what I was thinking, the guy’s like twice my size. It’s not like I had a plan; I just wanted to make him stop picking on Nettie.

Floyd threw his head back, cackling with laughter. “Sure,” he choked out. “You and Julie’s lame-ass cousin are going to come over here and teach me a…”

With a banshee howl, Julie sprang forward, fists flying, almost knocking me over as she brushed past. Floyd stumbled backwards, throwing his hands up to protect his face. He almost went down, caught himself, then flailed around, trying to get hold of Julie’s wrists. All this happened in the space of maybe a second. I realized that given another second, Floyd was going to get hold of her, then use his superior strength to… I didn’t want to think about it.

I threw myself forward, slamming into Floyd from the side, my arms encircling his waist as I tried to take him down. Then Cindy and Emma were in there, pummeling him from the other side and behind, and I could see Megan moving in.

“No, Megan!” I yelled. “You’re older, you’ll get in trouble!”

Floyd stumbled and fell backwards into a snowbank, almost landing on Emma. She twisted out of the way just in time. I went down with him, scrambling to use all of my weight to pin down one of his arms. Julie and Cindy collapsed onto him, and in another second Emma was in there with us. Floyd kicked and thrashed, but didn’t manage to land any hard blows.

We were just really starting to get him under control when an authoritative male voice bellowed, “All right, that’s enough! Everybody off the ground and away from each other, right now!”

Everyone froze for a moment. I’m not sure who moved first, but suddenly we were all scrambling to our feet and moving apart. I realized I was all covered with snow, but I didn’t care. Principal Williams was standing there in a long overcoat with his arms folded, frowning severely.

“Now, what exactly is going on here?” he demanded.

“I didn’t do nothin’, Mr. Williams,” Floyd blurted. “They just jumped me, all of them! They…”

“You lying BASTARD!” Julie shrieked. She lunged at him, and I grabbed her by the back of the coat just in time.

“He… he was making fun of Nettie, Mr. Williams,” I stammered, fighting to get my breath back. “He was being mean, and making her cry. He…”

“I was not!” Floyd yelled, balling his fists. “They’re the liars, Mr. Williams, I swear…”

“I saw the whole thing, Mr. Williams,” said Megan, stepping in. “Mallory’s telling the truth. He kept calling Nettie ‘crying girl’ and was making fun of her for mourning her sister.”

Mr. Williams turned to look at Tom, who was shuffling his feet around and looking at the ground. “Is that true?”

“Um, well, Mr Williams, he didn’t really mean it, he was just…”

“Shut up, you stupid dipshit!” Floyd yelled.

“I see,” said Mr. Williams. “Tom, Megan, why don’t you get on your buses before they take off. The rest of you, in my office. Now.”

***

“I don’t believe it.” Floyd’s mother was standing in the principal’s office, her face red. “My boy wouldn’t…”

“There were several witnesses, Ms. Peterson,” said Mr. Williams. “Including his own friend, Tom. And you know very well that Floyd has served detention for bullying before.”

Ms. Peterson’s eyes narrowed, and she turned to glare at her son. Julie, Cindy, Emma, and I were standing against the back wall of the principal’s office, waiting our turn. Jason Hanson was there, as was Cindy’s mom. Thankfully, Lisa had come to the school and spirited Nettie home.

“Were you picking on that girl?” Ms. Peterson demanded in a severe tone.

Floyd looked down at his feet, scuffing the floor sullenly with his toe. “They’re all out to get me, Mom. They planned this. I’m going to beat the shit out of Tom next time I see him.”

“You watch your language, young man!” She turned back to the principal. “Maybe he did do something, but it doesn’t justify this… this assault by these girls. I trust you’ll see that they’re punished accordingly.”

“The girls will be dealt with, Ms. Peterson,” Mr. Williams said. “Meanwhile, Floyd will serve in-school detention this week, and receive a zero for any missed assignments during that time. Our bullying policy is…”

“But he’s already failing math!”

Julie snickered, and I couldn’t help but snort as well. Cindy and Emma also looked amused. Principal Williams flashed us a warning glance. “Girls,” he said, then turned his attention back to Ms. Peterson. “In that case, Ms. Peterson, I suggest you take whatever measures are necessary to ensure that your son’s abusive behavior ceases. This is not his first offense, and I assure you that the disciplinary action will only escalate from here. That’s all I have for you. Floyd, please report to detention in the library tomorrow morning.”

“Fine,” Ms. Peterson snapped, grabbing Floyd by the sleeve of his coat and practically dragging him out of the room.

Principal Williams sat down. “Okay, girls,” he said. “I’m not going to say I don’t understand. But violence as a solution to problems isn’t something we can tolerate here, any more than we can tolerate bullying. What did you expect to accomplish?”

Julie looked him straight in the eye. “Seems to me it worked pretty good,” she said. “If we complained to a teacher, they’d just tell him to stop it. Now he has detention.”

Principal Williams stared at her for a long moment, then let out a guffaw. “Fair point,” he admitted. “Still, it’s not something I can just let slide. This is a first offense for all of you, so… how does a one-page essay on alternatives to violence sound?”

“That sounds fair,” said Julie.

“Sure,” said Emma. Cindy and I both nodded.

“Mr. Hanson, Ms. Moen,” said the principal, “I trust you’ll be taking steps to see that the incident doesn’t recur? I’ll be asking the same question of Emma and Mallory’s parents, as soon as they can be reached.”

“Of course,” said Ms. Moen.

Jason shrugged. “For my part,” he said, “I think I’m going to treat my daughter to an ice cream at Stevie’s. Even better… ice cream for everyone who stood up for Nettie out there. What do you say, ladies?”

Jason had to go home for his wallet in order to take us all to Stevie’s Sweeties, so the four of us decided to walk downtown and meet him there. It’s only a few blocks. Megan was waiting for us outside of the school.

“I saw that little dickweed leave with his Mom,” she said. “She was practically dragging him by the hair! How bad did you guys make out?”

“We have to write essays on being peaceful,” Emma said cheerfully.

Megan laughed. “Good old Williams. He doesn’t really want to punish you, but he has to put on a show. Where are you four off to?”

“Jason’s going to meet us at Stevie’s and buy us ice cream,” I said.

“Nice!” said Megan. “I’ll walk down there with you. And by the way… that was badass. Julie’s cousin has a posse.”

A thought struck me as we made our way up the street. “The pussy posse,” I said, and we all dissolved into gales of laughter.

Jason bought us all big ice cream sundaes with anything we wanted on them, and insisted on treating Megan as well after hearing about the role she’d played. He left us in the sweet shop, eating ice cream on stools at the long counter, and went home to get ready for his Tuesday evening class.

***

By the time Julie and I got to her place, Jason had already left. He doesn’t eat at home on his school nights. Lisa met us at the door and swept us into a hug. “I heard you were very brave,” she said.

Nettie appeared a few minutes later, and gave both of us brief hugs. “Thanks for sticking up for me,” she murmured, then disappeared back into her room. Julie’s right… she’s not looking good. I think she’s losing weight.

Dinner was a rack of lamb, mashed potatoes, and creamed broccoli. Nettie finished less than half her plate, and Lisa hadn’t given her all that much to start with. After dinner she promptly vanished into her room again, and the three of us went upstairs to Lisa’s room where Nettie wouldn’t be able to hear us talking.

“Julie said she got worse again,” I said. “I didn’t realize how bad it was, though.”

“Jason’s been talking to the social services people and the therapist,” said Lisa. “He wanted to know if we’re doing anything wrong, or could be doing more, or if maybe she’d even be better off somewhere that she’s being watched over by professionals. They say no. We’re doing everything right, or at least as close as you’re going to get. We just have to give it time, give her love, and hope for the best.”

“How are you doing?” I asked. “With the baby and all?”

“Oh, it seems fine so far,” said Lisa. “I’ve had an upset stomach, but that seems to be passing now. I still have most of my energy. The worst thing is this ooky white discharge I get in my panties sometimes… nobody told me that was going to happen! But look.”

She lifted her blouse, exposing her bare belly. “I’m starting to show, just a little. See?” She ran a hand over her stomach, and I could see she was right: there was just a little bit of a bulge there.

“Neat!” I said. “Can I feel?” Lisa smiled and guided my hand to her belly. I ran my palm across the barely perceptible curvature.

“Wow,” I said. “There’s an actual baby in there.”

“That’s just so damn cool,” Julie enthused.

“Wanna hear something else that’s cool?” I said.

“Like what?” said Julie.

“Well, remember you said my mom could be an exception to our agreement if I can get her into bed?”

Lisa’s mouth fell open. “You’re sleeping with your mother? How did you manage that?”

I giggled. “Well, I haven’t yet, not really,” I said. “But we masturbated together in my bed last night. It’s a start. I think she wants to do more, but she’s scared. I have to go slow.”

“NICE!” said Julie.

“Something else,” I said. “I’m working on setting up a hangout with us, Megan and Jamie. Who knows what could happen?”

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” said Julie, her voice dreamy. She lay back on the bed and sighed.

“Sounds like you’re thinking of them now,” I teased.

“It’s not my fault you know all the right ways to make me wet,” she shot back.

“Are you? Wet, that is?”

Julie just smiled. I brushed my hand across her thigh, unbuttoned her jeans, and slipped inside. She was wet, all right, so I went straight to work. Moments later her hand was in my pants, returning the favor. Lisa shifted position on the bed, sitting up against the headboard and hiking her skirt above her waist. She slid her panties down and off, giving us a beautiful view of her lovely, glistening cunt. I could see a little sticky-looking white stuff around the edges. That must have been the discharge she was talking about, but it didn’t gross me out. She began rubbing her clit in slow circles.

We just lay there like that, Julie and me rubbing each other’s clits, our eyes fixed on Lisa’s finger as it teased her pussy closer to pleasure. When I realized I was getting close, I told Julie to slow down.

A minute or so later, Lisa’s fingers left her clit behind and eased into her sopping hole, working slowly in and out. “Tell us when you’re close, Julie,” she said.

It was only maybe thirty seconds later that Julie wailed: “Now!” Her fingers began grinding furiously on my clit; Lisa started rubbing hers with the hand she wasn’t using to fuck herself. Moments later, all three of us went off, crying out and bucking empty air.

As her breathing steadied, Julie fixed her eyes on Lisa, frowning slightly.

Lisa noticed. “Something wrong, sweetie?”

“I don’t know,” said Julie. “I’m not even sure how to ask this, but I’ve got to get it off my chest. I was just thinking… when you’re with us, do you feel like maybe you’re cheating on Dad? Or is it different because you’re not doing it with a guy?”

Lisa met Julie’s gaze. “It is different because of that,” she said. “Your dad knows I’m bi, and says he doesn’t care what I do with females. I even tell him stories about women I hook up with, because it turns him on. Even some of the ones who are younger.”

“Whoa,” said Julie, going pale. “He knows that we…”

“God, no! But I got it on with Tina Pinkot from your school just last month… she’s sixteen. He knows about that. Your dad is pretty open-minded. He thinks the legal age of consent is arbitrary and silly. That’s his words. Now, obviously I haven’t told him about this, but he doesn’t expect me to tell him every time, and neither of you has a penis, so no… I don’t think of it as cheating. ”

Julie’s frown smoothed into a smile. “Good enough for me.” Then her eyes widened. “Tina Pinkot? Isn’t she, like, one of the main cheerleaders?”

“That she is, sweetie,” Lisa purred. “That she is.”

***

By the time Mom picked me up from Julie’s house, it was almost bedtime. When she came to tuck me in, I reached out to take her hand. “Have you had time to think, Mom?”

Removing her hand from mine, she sat on the edge of the bed. “A little,” she said. “But not enough. I don’t feel as bad about it as I did this morning, but I’m not sure it would be a good idea for us to do it again. We’ll talk more about it another day.”

I wanted to smile, but kept it to myself. Talking about it another day was all the opening I needed. I’m pretty sure she knew it, too, but was trying to tell herself whatever it took to help deal with the confusion she felt.

I sat up, pulled Mom close, and planted a kiss right on her lips, letting it linger for a moment before pulling away. She didn’t resist.

“Night, Mom,” I said.

“G… goodnight, sweetheart.”

My plan was to listen through the wall when Mom went to bed, hoping to hear her masturbate… but I must have been a lot sleepier than I thought, because I barely remember her leaving the room.

***

Yesterday (Wednesday) was AL, with piano lessons after. Mom was still doing homework when I went to bed. I kissed her on the mouth again, and once more she didn’t pull away.

We were under a winter weather advisory that night, and woke up this morning to eight inches of fresh snow. Sometimes I wonder why my great-great grandparents came here in the first place. You read about people in other parts of the country starting gardens in early March, and we just got eight inches of snow.

Because of that, we got a day off from school. We haven’t really had any snow days this year; just days when school started late, even though it’s been really cold. Mom’s classes were canceled, too. But they’ve got this new setup where the teacher can give them assignments online, so she still had stuff to do.

She spent the morning working on her laptop, while I did some work on my term paper for English class and played my keyboard. Looking out the window a little after nine, I could see the city workers with their snowplows, working hard at clearing off the streets.

After lunch Mom stretched out on the couch, a magazine in her hand. I joined her, laying on her with my head resting on her tits. She put down the magazine and wrapped both arms around me.

We lay quietly for awhile, but I had to force myself to remain still. I was super aware of my mother… her warmth, the rise and fall of her chest, her breast against my cheek. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I thought I could feel her stiffened nipple through the thin t-shirt she wore. That had me wondering if she was as aroused as I was, which only made me that much hotter.

I couldn’t restrain myself for one more minute. Raising my head, I looked into Mom’s eyes. She stared back at me, not moving, not blinking. Moving slowly as I was able, I shifted position until my left leg slipped between hers. Straining a little to reach, I kissed Mom on the chin. She remained motionless, eyes fixed on mine. I slid upwards a little until I was able to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Now my crotch was pressing her hip, my thigh resting firmly against her mound. Even through our clothes, I’d swear I could feel the heat.

I let my kiss linger for a few seconds, and when I pulled away it was sideways, my lips lightly brushing her cheek.

Mom shivered. “What are you doing, Mallory?” she whispered.

“I’m loving you, Mom. I’m loving you the way you want me to.”

I kissed my mother again, giving her lower lip a tiny nibble. When she gasped in surprise, I pushed my thigh even further between Mom’s legs, resting it against her pussy.

She shivered again. “Mallory… I don’t know about this…”

“If you want me to stop, I will,” I murmured into her ear. I relaxed my leg, then pressed in again. Mom drew in a sharp breath, pushing back against my thigh. The movement created a delicious friction against my own pussy, and a wave of pleasure engulfed me. “But you have to tell me to, Mom. If you say you don’t want this, I’ll never try it again.”

“It… it feels really good,” she said, her voice unsteady, “but maybe we shouldn’t be…”

My need was urgent now, rumbling inside me like a thunderstorm. I thrust my pelvis against her hip, the pleasure tearing a shuddering gasp from my throat. Mom pushed upwards against my thigh, and the hitch of her breath was music to my ears. I moved again, so crazed with excitement that I wanted to scream.

It was really happening… my mother and I were fucking! Okay, we were still in our clothes, and on the couch instead of in bed, but any way you looked at it, this was lesbian sex. With Mom! Right then, I felt like Queen of the Entire World.

“Oh… oh, Mallory,” Mom whimpered, slipping her hand around the back of my head and pulling my face tightly against hers.

I was totally in the moment, frantically grinding my pussy into Mom. I could feel beads of sweat popping out on my forehead, and my panties were soaked. Mom was frantically humping my thigh, no longer even trying to hold back, panting, “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”

Seconds later I cried out, thrusting against Mom as my orgasm kicked in. It subsided quickly, though, and I kept right on grinding as my mother began to pick up her own pace, moaning loudly. Our cheeks were still pressed together, sticky with sweat and warm with love. I began working my thigh back and forth, rubbing Mom’s pussy hard as I could. I was mostly trying to please her, but the friction we generated suddenly and unexpectedly had me howling in the grip of a second orgasm, with Mom’s body going rigid a moment later. She let out a long low wail, went rigid, then collapsed.

There wasn’t any weirdness this time. We lay in each other’s arms on the couch, all sweaty and tangled up. Finally I lifted my head and kissed her slightly parted lips, my own mouth open. I didn’t go for tongue or anything like that, just let the kiss linger for a moment. Then Mom took the initiative for the first time, capturing my bottom lip between hers. We teased each other like that for a little while, then parted.

Finally Mom gently tapped my shoulder. “I need to use the bathroom, sweetie.” I let her up, and she made her way toward the hall. But before leaving the room, she turned to me and said, “Thank you, Mallory,” with a shy smile that made me feel warm all over.

We spent the afternoon playing board games, more relaxed together than we’d been in a long time. Nothing was said about what we’d just done… but somehow, it didn’t seem like we needed to talk about it, which I took as a good sign.

Jamie called me around four. “The streets are pretty much cleared,” she said. “I’m calling around and seeing who still wants to practice tonight. You game?”

To be honest, right at that moment, I kind of felt like staying home with Mom. That’s a new thing for me! On the other hand… we’ve got gigs. We need to practice.

Mom encouraged me to go. “It’s okay. Spend some time with your friends, sweetie. I’ve got some more reading I need to do, anyway.”

Before I left, we came together in a hug. We held each other for a long time, gently swaying from side to side. “Love you, Mallory,” she whispered.

God, I REALLY wanted to slide my hands down and touch her butt, but lost my nerve. “Love you too, Mom,” I said, then we broke apart. I shrugged into my overcoat, grabbed a muffler and pair of gloves, and set off.

***

We had an unexpected bonus: Jason was there. The roads in town were as good as they ever get in the winter, but the highways were still slippery, so his class for the evening had been canceled. It was the first time he’d heard our new song, “The Devil’s Own,” and Roger hadn’t been wrong about his reaction.

“You guys are writing great stuff,” he said. “And I love how it’s such a collaborative effort. You could record this music.”

By this time he knew all about our plans for summer gigging, and listened to us play through some of the new 80s repertoire we were learning. He had a few suggestions for how we could tighten things up, but in general Jason was delighted with the progress we’d made without him.

We had a short meeting after rehearsal, this time with Jason sitting in. Roger told us he was working on a couple more festival shows, and that he had an even more intriguing proposition. “I can get us the Douglas County Fair,” he said. “The promoter is really pumped  about our whole 80s concept, and is willing to take a chance on an unknown. This one pays real money, too… we’ll get $2000.”

A cacophony of voices went up. Two thousand dollars!

Roger raised his hands for quiet. “For that kind of fee we can rent a large PA and light system, and do it right,” he said. “I’m still working out what we’re going to do for sound at the festival shows. They’re outdoors, so you need something with some juice. PA rental isn’t really too bad so long as you don’t also need a sound tech to run it, but it’s still an awful lot when you’re only pulling in four or five hundred. I’ll figure something out.”

Jason broke in. “What if I told you I can take care of that issue?”

“Dude,” said Ralph, “you’ve already done so much…”

“Stuff it,” Jason said with a grin. “My daughter’s a part of this, so I can bend my neck a little. When’s the first show?”

“We’ll be in Dent on June 23rd,” said Roger.

“Say no more,” said Jason. “I’ll solve this problem for you. In the meantime, you should really think about  presentation, and costumes.”

“Costumes we’re already talking about,” said Roger. “Each of us is going to get a look and stick to it. As for presentation… I was just getting to that. Ralph has a totally wacky idea.”

“Any of you girls ever seen Back to the Future?” said Ralph. Jamie had, but Katie and I hadn’t.

“Tell you what,” said Roger. “Can you all make it to a band party at my house Saturday afternoon? My folks have a kick-ass home theater setup. We’ll make popcorn and watch the movie. THEN I’ll have Ralph tell you what he has in mind.”

***

All of which brings me back around to where I started. I just got home, Mom’s asleep on the couch, and there she stays till morning. She doesn’t have an alarm in the living room, so I’ll have to make sure she gets up in time for school tomorrow. Beddie-bye time for Mallory.

On to Chapter Twenty-Seven!

by kinkys_sis 

Chapter One: The Cruise Ship

The Jade Princess was two days out from the Seychelles, bound for Cape Town. The weather in the Indian Ocean was glorious, and I was looking forward to seeing Table Mountain again.

I hadn’t really wanted to go on a cruise, nor had I wanted to be away from my sister, but Mum had insisted I accompany her. “It’ll get you off that bloody laptop for a bit,” she’d said. “Goodness knows what you find to do on there for so long. Do us both good to mix with people for a change.”

So I really didn’t have much choice. But I went along, and soon found myself more or less on my own. Mum settled in with a circle of ladies and didn’t pay much attention to what I did or where I went. I suppose she figured there wasn’t anywhere on board I could get into trouble.

I’d thought it would be all old fogies and dead boring for a girl of thirteen – especially one like me, who totally prefers girls to boys – and I wasn’t far wrong. Okay, there were a few passengers around my age, but no one I felt like getting to know.

There was one geeky girl who’d spoken to me a few times, prattling on about the rich history of the area, something that didn’t interest me at all. I soon found myself avoiding her.

Then there was one other girl, maybe a year older than me. She was dead sexy, but turned out to be one stuck-up bitch who looked down at the likes of us not-so-rich mortals.

I had to admit the ship itself was impressive, with every creature comfort one could ask for. The problem was it just wasn’t for me. The only place I had any fun was the games arcade. It had the usual slot machines and so on, but it also had some brilliant simulators, like a motorbike racer that was thrilling and a space excursion module – God knows how many times I crashed-landed on Mars. Then there was the jet fighter that flew simulated attack missions, which was very realistic. I shot down a whole bunch of Russian MiGs.

But my favourite was the AI-powered, boots-on-the-ground army combat simulation. It took a little while, but eventually I was rated as an ace shot, no longer getting myself killed over and over. The machine ultimately promoted me to Squad Leader.

A crew member stopped to watch me on one occasion. “Hey, you’re pretty good,” he said. “Have you been down to the shooting range yet?”

“I didn’t know there was one.” I answered, “but, wow, I’d love to have a go with a real gun.”

“Well, they’re only .22s, but they’re real enough. It’s on B deck, opens at two in the afternoon.”

***

I was stretched out on a deck chair getting some sun when a loudspeaker screeched at me from a few feet away. “This is your captain speaking. I’m sorry to announce a change of course. An extreme storm has developed off the eastern coast of South Africa, and is expected to build into a category-four cyclone. Whilst this is not in itself dangerous to a ship of this size, it would be uncomfortable for a few days. We will, instead, sail northwest and call at Mombasa before sailing up to Djibouti at the entrance to the Red Sea. I will then reassess the situation and decide on our next course. I do hope this has not disrupted anyone’s plans too severely. Thank you for your understanding.”

***

Anna, the girl at the bar, didn’t do much to hide the way her eyes made a quick check of my bikini-clad body. “Hello, gorgeous. What can I get you today?”

We liked to flirt and share a joke but sadly, that was as far as it went between us. “I’ll have a Coke and a large cabernet for Mum please. Oh, and a flash of your tits when you bend down.”

She grinned back at me. “If only you weren’t so young, I’d love to get…” She caught herself in mid-sentence, then added, “I think you know exactly what I mean. And don’t try and fool me with the Coke thing, I know the wine’s for you.” But she laughed, then unfastened one button of her top before bending to reach into the fridge.

I leaned towards her for an eyeful of her gorgeous tits and whispered, “I could rub my pussy while I look at them, but there’s too many people about.” It was the most forward thing I’d said to her yet.

She looked startled for a moment, then grinned again. “Fuck, girl, you could get a woman in trouble.” She studied my face. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you? You’re not just playing games with me?”

Ice-cold drops fell from my glass down between my breasts. Anna followed the trickle with her eyes. “You wanna maybe wipe that off for me?” I said. “And I don’t play games.”

My nipples stood up beneath their scant covering in response to our little flirtation. Anna quickly made sure no one was watching before reaching over the bar, a tea towel in her hand. She made a small play at wiping the liquid away but then took my nipple between two fingers, giving it a little twist and a tug before hastily withdrawing her hand.

I felt an answering tingle between my legs. “Shit! Now my pussy really does need a rub. And know what? It’s starting to drip, too. How’s yours, Anna? Getting a bit wet?”

She mumbled something in her native Spanish, but too softly for me to catch. A customer stepping up to the bar curtailed any further conversation, but I managed a quick, “See ya, sexy.”

Before leaving, I made a note of the one window that looked in at the far end of the bar. Back outside, I located the same window along a walkway on the upper deck. A couple of chairs were placed in front of it, facing out to sea. I turned one around towards the window while the tingling in my pussy got worse.

Anna was alone, wiping down the bar. I tapped on the window, and she perked right up when she saw me. I sat down facing her, spread my towel across the arms of the chair and tucked it in place. Anna could see underneath, but anyone approaching along the walkway wouldn’t notice a thing.

She gave me a smile, then glanced down in time to see me spread my legs. I pulled the front of my bikini bottom aside and held open my pussy lips with one hand. With the other, I reached for my clit, which was hot and slippery-wet.

Anna put a hand to her mouth as she watched me rub up and down on either side of my tiny but oh-so-sensitive clitty. I can make myself come very quickly when I want to, and now was one such time. After all, she might get another customer at any moment.

Her longing was obvious as she watched me rub faster. I felt my orgasm rushing at me, so I quickly stuffed three fingers inside my cunt and fucked myself as fast as I could. Then I was coming, squirting on my hand with each thrust as I let a wonderful climax wash over me.

After a few moments to recover my senses, I raised my wet hand, which glistened in the sunlight. Slowly I lifted it to my mouth, sucking one finger, then the second. The third I pointed in Anna’s direction. There was no hesitation this time. She stuck out her tongue in a licking motion. Then she pointed down at my dripping pussy and mimed a second lick.

I nodded at her and mouthed the words “Any time.”

Anna nodded in reply, and I knew I had her. The only question left was where and when. She turned to look over her shoulder, then gave me a quick wave before she disappeared.

Some sixth sense made me glance sideways. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed. There, standing only a short distance away with her mouth hanging open was Little Miss Geeky.

She gave a startled jump and mumbled, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t spying … I … but I was looking for you. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I had to watch. You looked s-so beautiful when you were … well, you know.”

At first I felt cross, but then noticed an unusual glow in her cheeks. “My, my …” I said, “so you got all hot watching me fuck myself?”

She crimsoned even more as she stammered, “No… no, it’s not like that. I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

She cautiously advanced. When she was standing in front of me, I seized her wrist with my right hand, then thrust the other hand beneath her short skirt. She almost shrieked and tried to pull away from me. But my fingers were pressing the front of her panties. They were as wet as my bikini bottom had been.

“So, that turned you on, did it?” I managed to keep her in place as my fingers found their way into the girl’s knickers. She tried to pull away, but it was a rather half-hearted effort.

I slid a finger between her tight lips, into the wetness of her cunt. She suddenly gave a violent shake of her head, enough to send her glasses flying. “No, what are you doing? You mustn’t, it’s not right.” But she was no longer making an effort to get away.

My thumb searched for, then found her little button. I slowly circled it. Her hands, tightly clenched, dropped to her sides.

“Sure you want me to stop?” I said. “Just say so and I will. Then again, maybe I won’t. Your pussy does feel nice. The real question is this: you wanna go off somewhere and play with yourself, or will you let me take care of it?”

With her glasses gone and her hair falling loosely about her face, I realised she was rather sweet-looking.

“I’m fucking you, and I don’t even know your name,” I said. How cool is that?”

With some effort, she managed to say, “Someone might see us … and m-my name’s Jessica.”

“I’m Holly. Nice to meet you. So what you’re saying is you only want me to stop in case somebody catches us at it?”

Her confusion was obvious. I knew though, that she was mine if I wanted her. Her unexpected prettiness had startled me. Maybe I should have looked beyond her incessant chatter.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I get it. You wanna come to my cabin?”

I could see her inner struggle. She wanted to, but perhaps it was a step too far for her.

“I always wanted to be your friend, Holly, but you didn’t seem to like having me around,” she said. “I guess if letting you do things to me makes us friends, then it’s okay.”

I smiled at her. “Oh, I’m going to do things, but you’re going to play with me as well.”

“I am? But I don’t want to do that with a girl.”

This time, I laughed. “Yeah, you do.”

As I got to my feet, I saw Anna’s face through the window. Her grin told me she’d seen everything. She pointed at Jessica and threw me another mimed lick. I nodded and held up the hand I’d put under Jessica’s skirt. Jessica gasped as I stuck my fingers in my mouth, my eyes still burning into Anna’s. This cruise had suddenly become a whole lot less boring.

Jessica saw my exchange with Anna and turned even redder than before. “Oh my God, she was watching us! I told you we shouldn’t do those things.”

“You’re way off, Jessica. We’re going to get her in bed with us, wait and see.”

“We are?” It was a somewhat strangled reply.

“Oh, yes.” I took her hand. “Come on, let’s you and me go and get a drink. We can fuck later. I’ve got some teaching to do. And don’t forget your glasses.”

***

It was Sod’s Law that parents intervene with their stupid plans. Sure enough, Jessica and I were unable to meet again that day. I didn’t let it bother me too much. There was plenty of time. I did manage a quick chat with Anna.

“So, did my little game with Jessica turn you on?” I asked her.

“Actually, I preferred it when you were playing with your own pussy. That did turn me on. All I want to know now is when I get to play with it.”

“You and me first, then maybe later, if you want, we could have Jessica join us. She’s shy, but willing.”

“God, what am I getting myself into here? I can trust you, but Jessica? I’m not so sure. You do understand that I have to be careful?”

“No need to worry about Jessica. I’ve got her wrapped around my little finger – or her cunt is, anyway.”

“Holly!” she blurted. “How the fuck did you get to be like this at your age?”

“Fucking my older sister and her friends … and one or two of mine as well.”

She stared at me as I sipped my drink.

“And I had you pegged as a kid having her first flirt with an older girl,” she said. “Shows how wrong you can be.” She glanced down at my chest. “I want to get hold of those tits more than ever now. Shit! Here I was worrying about seducing a child, then she bloody seduces me.”

“I was pretty sure I had you right, Anna,” I said. “I noticed how you looked at me. Listen I’ve been trying to find a woman to fuck, but there’s a problem… I forgot to pack any of my toys. And I don’t mean stuffed bears and things.”

Anna pretended to be shocked, but she really wasn’t, not any more. “They sell a few in the shop on E deck, but they’re not on display. Ask for Julie and tell her I sent you. She won’t mind. Julie and I get together sometimes, if you know what I mean.”

I asked Anna what time she’d be off duty, mentioning that I had my own cabin with a sea-view balcony. We made a date for eight that evening, then I took myself off to find the E deck shop.

Julie turned out to be just as pretty as Anna. I guess the cruise line made a point of having sexy girls working for them. I was still wearing my very skimpy bikini when I entered the shop, which seemed to mostly carry perfumes and lotions for the ladies.

“Yes, I’m Julie,” she replied when I asked. “What can I do for you?”

“Anna told me I could get a toy or two in here.”

She took a closer look at me. “I think you’ve got the wrong shop. The one you want is on C deck.”

I let my gaze move up and down Julie’s figure, lingering at her ample breasts. The light blush that came to her cheeks was utterly adorable. “What I want,” I said, “is something to sort my itch out, if you get what I mean.”

Julie glanced cautiously at the doorway. “Come over here, er, Miss.”

“Call me Holly.”

She pulled a deep drawer open to reveal a small selection of sex toys. Most were plain vibrators with only cheap twist speed controls.

“May I?” I asked.

I leaned over to rummage about, and a nipple, which had only just been hidden by my skimpy top, popped into view. Without checking, I knew she’d be looking. “Oops, sorry,” I said. But I did nothing to cover myself. Knowing she was staring made the nipple harder.

Raising my head, I gave Julie a big smile. “See, that’s what happens when you just look at it,” I said. “I wonder what it would do if you gave it a touch?”

It seemed an age before she answered. “You say Anna sent you. Does she know what you’re like?” But then I felt her hand come to rest on my back.

“And more,” was all I said.

I reached for her other hand and placed it on my tit. She made a token effort to pull away, but I held her firmly in place. I waited for the squeeze I was sure would come while I continued digging through the drawer. The hand on my back was very slowly easing down towards my bum.

At last, I found a decent-sized dildo. It seemed to have different speeds and a variable program – just what I was looking for.

I didn’t get up. Instead, I bent a little more. Her hand had now reached the top of my bum but had stopped moving. “Why don’t you measure me for size?” I said. “I’m pretty sure this one will do me but it’s best to be sure don’t you think?” I gave my arse a wiggle and spread my legs a little wider apart.

“Are you asking me to check out your pussy?”

“Oh, I just thought it would make sense. And besides, I’m sure you’d like to, no?”

She fidgeted around a bit. Where she stood, there was a clear view of the doorway, and I was more or less hidden by the end of the counter, so we were safe for the moment. I felt my bikini being pulled aside. A second later, Julie’s fingers were rubbing along my pussy lips.

“God, you’re soaked!” she exclaimed.

“I’ve been touching up other girls,” I told her, ”but nobody’s helped me out yet, and I’ve got a bit desperate. That’s why I need the toy.”

She eased me open and slipped two fingers inside.

“You need to do more than that, Julie, just to make sure this dildo’s not too big for me,” I said. I already knew it wasn’t, but it felt lovely to have her check.

She gave the tit in her hand a hard squeeze whilst adding another finger to my pussy. Her breathing had got a bit ragged, and so had mine.

“What you reckon, Julie?” I said. “Too tight?”

“Okay, girl, you asked for it.” She began to fuck my cunt, hard and fast, plunging three fingers in and out. Letting go of my tit, she slid her other hand down and into my bikini bottoms, where she used two fingers to rub on either side of my clit. She wasn’t gentle and I was loving it. My grownup lovers always treat me like a child at first, but Julie was fucking me just the way I liked.

“Oh, that’s good!” I panted. “Do it faster, before someone catches us. I need to come.”

I’d no sooner spoken when my orgasm hit me in a rush. I grabbed the drawer and held on while I shook, making the contents rattle. Julie kept fucking me until I went limp.

She’d taken her fingers out and was wiping her hand with a cloth when I straightened up and asked, “Well, did you decide?”

“Decide what?” she asked.

“Is this one gonna fit me or not?” I asked her, holding up the boxed dildo.

“I’m sure it will,” she said. “I wouldn’t have thought so when you first came in. But now, yes, I’m certain.” She studied my face again. “I’m not sure I really want to know, but the curiosity is killing me. Just exactly how old are you, Holly?”

“Kinda like, um, thirteen. Does that bother you?”

She considered a moment. “It should, but no, it doesn’t. You’re not some innocent kid, are you?”

“Not bloody likely.” I gave her a little shove so she was more hidden by the counter and reached under her skirt. “You want me to fuck you now?” My fingers pressed into the front of her lacy knickers.

Julie glanced towards the door. “Shit! There’s someone coming.” Putting the dildo in a bag and handing the bag to me, she struggled to pull herself together before calling out, “Be with you in a second!”

She was about to charge the bill to my cabin, but I told her no, I’d be back with the cash. I didn’t want my mum to know what I was buying.

“I close at four, then open again at seven. Don’t worry, pop in whenever you want.”

That brought another laugh. “Want what? How about I come by at five minutes to four? You could lock me in for a while if you wanted.”

“Goodness, girl… haven’t you had enough for today?”

“I never get enough. Anyway, I think your next customer wants some help, just a different kind.”

She leaned closer and whispered, “Why the fuck didn’t you come along sooner, girl? And am I in some kind of competition with Anna?”

“Not competing, no. I’ve got plenty of time for both of you. And you haven’t met Jessica yet. She’s the same age as me. Jessica’s not done that much, but she’s ready to learn.”

I grinned at Julie’s astonishment as I turned and left the shop with my new purchase.

Yep, this cruise really was improving. It often surprises me how suddenly everything can change.

On to Chapter Two!

Author’s Note:

My inspiration for this story came about when I happened across an advert online for a holiday home. Based on that kernel of an idea, I was going to write a single-chapter story, but it grew into a happy little five-chapter romp. It’s complete, so rest assured there is an ending, and you’ll not be left hanging.

Our tale is set in the picturesque English countryside of The Cotswolds. Although some of the villages and towns mentioned are real places, the name of Grafton lodge and the location are entirely fictional and not to be linked or confused with any places/venues of a similar or the same name.

As always, I owe a huge debt of thanks to Jetboy for his superb editing skills and sage advice. It’s always a pleasure working with him, and I always learn a lot.
I hope you enjoy spending time with the Grafton Lodge Girls.

Joe

***

by Joe Dornish

Chapter One

England, Summer 2023

“Mum…?”

“No, we’re not there yet.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to ask that.”

“Good, because we’ve only just left the house. It’ll be at least another two hours before we arrive.”

“Okay, sure… but can you finally tell me where we’re going?”

“I told you, sweetie… we’re going on a little holiday.”

“Mu-um! That’s not what I’m asking, and you know it! Anyhow, if we’re going on holiday, why isn’t Hanna coming? And what about Aunt Beth? She always comes on holiday with us.”

“This is a special holiday, just for you and me. And don’t worry about your sister… or your aunt, for that matter. They’re both sorted; having their own fun.”

That got my attention. “Huh? Wait, wait – what are Hanna and Aunt Beth doing, then?” This so-called holiday was getting stranger and stranger. I’m the kind of kid who gets frustrated if I don’t understand what’s going on. Mum knew that perfectly well, and her teasing was making me crazy.

“Oh, they’re going on holiday, too. Hang on a tick – we need to fill up,” Mum said, turning into a petrol garage she’d just spotted. “Wait here, pumpkin.” Switching off the ignition, she got out of the car, closing the door with a thunk.

I was ready to scream with frustration. None of this made any sense. We’ve never gone on holiday without my little sister Hanna… or Aunt Beth, Mum’s younger sister. As long as I can remember, it’s always been us four. Every birthday, Christmas and bank holiday, it’s me, Mum, Hanna and Aunt Beth.

Mum loves surprises. I mean, she LOVES them. But then she thinks keeping the details secret for what feels like forever makes her surprises even better. I’d known about this holiday for more than a week, and having no bloody idea what it was about was doing my head in.

Maybe it had to do with our special secret, the one I can’t tell anyone about, but Mum made it clear we can only do those things at home when it’s just the two of us there, so it can’t be that. I was scratching my head trying to figure it all out when Mum opened the car door and reached inside her handbag for her purse. “I feel like an orange juice,” she murmured. “Anything to drink for you, love?”

“I’m fine,” I replied with a shake of the head.

“I’ll just be one sec, then,” she said and went off to pay for the petrol.

I watched her as she walked across the forecourt. Mum was wearing a light brown summer dress with a pretty flowery pattern, her long brown hair swept back with an Alice band. I loved the way her bottom moved as she walked – I hope mine looks that good when I’m older!  But honestly, everything about my mum is beautiful. Just looking at her makes me feel trembly inside… especially when she’s naked, or not wearing much.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped when Mum’s phone, which she’d left in her handbag, buzzed with a WhatsApp message. We’ve got one of those fancy screen things in the car that links to your phone via Bluetooth, so when you get a message the first line of it pops up on the screen over the top of the SatNav map.

I studied the screen. The name of the sender was Claire, and she was messaging in a group called The Grafton Lodge Girls. The message read, Can we tell the girls yet? Izzy is driving me crazy asking where we’re going.

Then a couple of other messages popped up.

Charlotte: PLEASE, can we tell them? Emily is desperate to know!

Fiona: Sorry, ladies… I’ve already told Lily. She kept giving me these reproachful looks, and I finally gave in. 

Staring at the words on the screen, I tried to make sense of it all. I’d heard Claire’s name around the house before, she’s a friend of Mum’s. I’m pretty sure she’s mentioned Fiona, too. Charlotte… that could be Lottie, Mum’s other friend. I’d heard the names, but I’d never met any of them. Were they heading to the same place as us? Could that be the surprise? There had to be more to it than that!

Okay, now I was in possession of important information that Mum clearly didn’t expect me to have. Now I needed to use it to coax the truth from her, just like detectives do on TV.

When she got back in the car and closed the door, I was ready for her. “One last time, Mum. Will you please tell me where we’re going and what we’re doing?”

Mum began to give me the same exact answer I’d already heard dozens of times. “I’ve told you, sweetie. We’re going on holiday…”

By then, I was so aggravated with Mum that I just blurted everything out. “But Fiona told Lily, and now Claire and Charlotte are gonna tell Izzy and Emily… so I’ll be the only one who doesn’t know, and that’s not fair! And by the way, who are the Grafton Lodge Girls?”

Okay, that didn’t quite go as planned, I’m not sure I have what it takes to be a detective when I grow up.

Mum gave me a very stern glare. “Kimberly Harcourt-Brown… have you been reading the messages on my phone?”

She only ever used my full name when I was in serious trouble, but I didn’t let it get to me this time. Instead, I pointed to the screen, my face a portrait of perfect innocence. “No, Mum, they showed up right there.”

As if to prove my point, another message popped up right then. Claire: Just told Izzy, OMG, she’s so excited!

Digging the phone from her bag, Mum quickly scrolled through the messages, then shook her head. “I suppose it was optimistic to hope we’d get there before you worked the truth out of me.”

I couldn’t stop grinning. “Yeah, very optimistic. So… you can tell me now?”

Mum fastened her seatbelt, then switched the engine on. “Yes, okay. I’ll tell you.”

Mum waited until we were back on the road again before she said, “Do you know who Claire, Fiona and Lottie are, by any chance?”

“Um, they’re friends of yours, right? I’ve heard their names before. Have I met any of them?”

“You did, yes… but you were quite little then, so you probably wouldn’t remember. The four of us met at sixth-form college, and after that we all went to the same university.”

“Cambridge, right?”

“Uh-huh, Cambridge. I’ve just had a thought, sweetheart. Rather than me just telling you, why don’t we play the courtroom game?”

Mum is a barrister, one of those special types of lawyers we have in the UK who go into court and wear those funny wigs and black gowns. I used to play this make-believe game that I was a barrister like her. I’d make a pretend courtroom and use my stuffies to play-act what I thought would happen at a trial. Anyway, Mum was amused by that, and eventually she turned it into this cool game where if there’s something I want to know, I have to ask lots of clever questions to get her to tell me. She’s always honest with her answers, but never gives up any information unless I ask the right question. When I think I have the complete answer, I say ‘court adjourned,’ then Mum tells me if I’ve missed anything important. If I mostly have it right, I get a treat – but if I miss stuff, I have to do a forfeit, usually some kind of chore.

“Okay,” I said, “But what do we use for treats? You haven’t got any chocolate in your bag, right? And what can I do if it’s a forfeit?”

“Oh, I’ve already worked that out,” said Mum, with a smile that made me warm all over. “How about this: for a treat, I’ll lift my dress up so you can see my pussy for the rest of the trip.”

“Deal!” I exclaimed. “And I’m guessing the forfeit will be…?”

“Spot on. You have to lift your dress up so I can see your sweet little kitty.”

By then I was so thrilled that I could have bounced up and down in my seat like a little kid. Instead, I kept it cool, putting on my imaginary barrister’s wig. “Okay, I accept those terms. Are you ready?”

“Yup.”

I cleared my throat and started the game as we always do. “Your honour,” I said in my posh courtroom voice, “I call Miss Arabella Harcourt-Brown to the stand. Miss Harcourt-Brown, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”

“I do.”

“Erm…okay, right then, first question. Where are we going?”

“We are going to a place called Grafton Lodge, which is a house in a small village called Oakley, in Gloucestershire, close to Cheltenham and The Cotswolds.”

“When did you plan this trip?”

“Good question. The idea came up many years ago, it’s only recently that we’ve been able to put it into action.”

“Who is this we you mention?” I said, using my fingers to set the word we in quotation marks.

“My friends Claire, Fiona and Charlotte.”

“Who are Emily, Lily and Izzy, then?”

“Emily is Charlotte’s daughter; she’s ten years old. Lily is Fiona’s daughter; she’s nine. Izzy – or Isobel, to use her full name, is Claire’s daughter. She’s eleven.”

“Um… what is Grafton Lodge, exactly?”

“It’s a house that Claire, Fiona, Charlotte and I bought two years ago. We’ve had it renovated into a holiday home that we will let out to guests.”

That caught me by surprise, and I snapped out of character for an instant. “Wait, we own this place?”

“Yes. Well, one-quarter of it. We’re going to be the first people to stay there since the work was completed.”

“Why aren’t Hanna and Aunt Beth coming with us?”

“Mainly because of… the nature of the holiday.”

“And what is that?”

Mom was silent for a moment, then came out with, “The nature of the holiday is sexual.”

I nearly choked when I heard that answer. “Did you say sexual?”

“Yes.”

“Can you expand on your answer, please?” ‘Expand on your answer’ was one of the things Mum taught me to ask, it’s a good way of getting her talking.

“Of course. To date, my gorgeous little temptress of a daughter and I have only been able to make love when her younger sister Hanna has a sleepover somewhere, which is not that often, or in brief snatches of time when it’s just the two of us. At Grafton Lodge, my little girl and I will spend four glorious days having all the sex we want.”

I was lost for words. There were so many questions bubbling about in my head that I couldn’t pick one. I couldn’t even chide Mum for referring to me as a ‘little girl,’ which I dislike. After I’d been silent for a while, Mum asked, “Are you adjourning?”

“No!” I blurted. “Totally not! I’m just thinking. Erm, okay. Won’t it be risky, us having sex with your friends and their daughters there?”

“No, it won’t,” she said with a wide grin, “because they already know about us.”

“WHAT?”

“I said it won’t, because…”

“I heard what you said, I’m just flabbergasted,” I love that word, flabbergasted. I probably use it too much, though.

“Then take a deep breath, my little barrister. Calm yourself, then ask the next question.”

“Okay, okay… erm, wow. This is news, like big news. How did they find out?”

“Oh, they’ve known from the start. Just like I knew about them and their daughters.”

“Knew about their daughters? Wait a tick – are you saying that…?”

“Exactly. My friends all make love with their daughters. Just as I do with you.”

“Holy crap!”

“Kimmy, language.”

“Sorry. Wow, um, so let me get this straight. All your friends are – are doing this with their kids?”

Mum shook her head. “Not all my friends… just Claire, Fiona and Lottie.”

The excitement I felt had me trembling. I was already imagining what it would be like, hanging out with three other mums and daughters who were just like us was wonderful. For once, Mum and I wouldn’t have to hide our special secret!

“So does that mean – like, will there be… I mean, will they…”

Mum giggled. “It’s okay, sweetie, just ask the question. You’ll like the answer, I promise.”

“Do you think we might get to, you know, see them having sex?”

“Yes, and more.”

“More?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“Holy cra…” I began, then stopped myself. “Okay, I adjourn.”

Mum was wearing this big silly grin. “Are you excited?”

“Excited doesn’t begin to cover it. This is better than Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one! Okay, so how did I do? Did I get everything?”

“Almost. There were a couple of details that you missed. First, I said we planned this years ago, don’t you want to know how that came about?”

“Oh, heck. Yeah, I should have spotted that! Okay, then… how did it happen?”

“When I was at Uni, the four of us shared a flat. Lottie already knew she was gay, and the rest of us – well, I guess we were curious. Anyhow, Claire ended up in bed with Lottie… and before long, we were all having it off with each other. Sometimes, we’d all strip down and have a full-on sex party.”

“Whoa,” I whispered. I’d always known Mum was gay, at least since I was old enough to understand what a lesbian was, but it surprised me to learn she’d been so wild in her younger days.

“Not long after that, Claire’s sister Gemma came to visit. She was fourteen at the time; we were twenty. Long story short, Gemma figured out what we were up to with one another, and she wanted in. That week, we all ended up having sex with her… even Claire. She was uneasy at first about making love to her own sister, but Gemma totally wanted it. Turns out she’d been crushing on Claire for ages.” Mum smiled. “They were incredible together, too.

“Anyway, once Gemma went home, my roommates and I had a long conversation about what we’d done. I was surprised at how much I’d enjoyed being with a girl as young as that, and told them so. Lottie told us she’d always been attracted to little girls. In fact, that’s what first convinced her she was a lesbian – when she was fifteen, Lottie fell in love with a nine-year-old girl who lived next door.

“The point I’m getting at is this: we soon discovered that all four of us had a sexual attraction to young girls.”

“All of you? That’s, um, quite a coincidence,” I said. Another word I love to use: coincidence.

“What are the odds, right?” Mum replied. “But Claire took it even further. She was blown away by how good it had been to make love with her sister. ‘God, I already want her again,’ she said. Then she asked me if I’d ever thought of my sister that way.”

“Aunt Beth? Wow. So, erm… what did you say?”

“Well, I had to think about it at first. But the more I turned the idea over, the more sense it made. Beth was a very cute sixteen then, and I loved her to bits. It had been a few years since I’d seen her naked, and I started to imagine what she looked like with nothing on… and that got me excited. So I told my friends I’d never done anything like that with Beth, but after what happened with Gemma, I sort of wanted to.”

By then, the front of my knickers was soaked. “And did you?”

She laughed. “Oh, I’ll get to that. We started talking about incest, and what it would be like to do sexual things to a woman or a girl you were related to. Pretty soon, we all had to masturbate… and that led to the four of us getting naked and going wild on the living room floor.

“That was as far as the discussion went that day, but it really got us thinking. Fiona was the one of us who was really into porn, and she knew these websites that had stories about women having sex with girls. We used to read them to each other to get in the mood. She also found clips from adult movies about mums making love to their daughters… or sisters with sisters. I’d never seen anything like that before. God, it turned me on!

“Then one day, Claire had a crazy fantasy that she had to share with us. She imagined that years from then, if the four of us had daughters, we could raise them to be our lovers… and when the girls were old enough, we could meet up for some fun as a group.

“Of course, we never thought of it as anything other than a silly dream, but as time passed, it started to seem like a real possibility. Claire was the first of us to have a daughter… and a couple of years later, we all had baby girls. It took awhile, but eventually the four of you had gone to bed with your mummies, where we taught you how to make love to a woman. That’s when we started laying plans to make our fantasy come true. Grafton Lodge is the result.”

“That’s soooo cool! So you were literally planning to have sex with me since before I was born.”

“Pretty much, yes. Now then, would you like to know the other thing you missed?”

“Yes, please.”

“When you asked why Hanna and Aunt Beth aren’t coming with us, I said it was mainly because of the nature of the holiday.”

I thought for a second and then it hit me. “Oh, heck, mainly. There’s another reason?”

“Yes.”

“MUM! We’re not playing courtroom anymore. Please, just tell me.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. It’s something I wanted you to know anyway. A few minutes ago you asked if I’d ever had sex with your Aunt Beth. Well, the answer is ‘Yes.’ That winter, when I returned home for the holiday break, I told her everything I’d done. I admitted to being a lesbian, and how I wanted the two of us to be lovers. Oh, Kimmy, she actually cried… Beth asked me to kiss her, and I did. We kissed for a long time, then took our clothes off, slipped into bed and made love. It was a beautiful thing.“ Mum smiled. “In fact, it still is.”

I’m not sure why, but that surprised me. “You still have sex with her?”

“Whenever we get the chance. Does that bother you?”

“Bother me? No, I think it’s hot.”

“Good. Because, you see, your sister is going to have a very special weekend with Aunt Beth.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, I do. To use your aunt’s rather crass term, she wants ‘the first bite of the cherry’ with Hanna.”

“I think I just came in my knickers!”

Mum laughed. “I understand. It’s exciting, isn’t it, picturing them together?” She paused, then said, “Do you fancy your aunt?”

“Yes, and Hanna, too. Seems like I’m always seeing her naked, or in nothing but panties. Maybe she’s doing it on purpose. All I know is I really want to lick her kitty.”

“Very good. When we get home, if you want to, and if Hanna is willing, then maybe we can have sex with your sister and your aunt. Would you like that?”

“Mum…”

“Yes?”

“Can I masturbate, please?”

Mum laughed. “Yes, sweetie, you can. But as you lost the courtroom game, you’ve got to hike your dress up anyway. So I get to watch.”

“Hey, I don’t think I lost,” I protested. “I mean, I got all the information about Grafton Lodge. didn’t I?”

“True enough. Let’s call it a draw, then. We can both do the forfeit.”

“Ooh, I like that idea.”

I took the hem of my short white cotton dress and rolled it up and under itself, then quickly slipped my knickers off, leaving me fully exposed from the waist down. It was deliciously naughty, showing off in public like this. I’d never done anything like that before, and it felt brilliant. Especially when we pulled up at a set of traffic lights and Mum did the same as me, rolling her dress up and tucking it under her bum.

The sight left me breathless. “Mum! You’re not wearing knickers!”

“How very observant of you,” she purred, spreading her legs for me.

I put the front passenger seat back so I was lying flat, then slipped a hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit. I was looking across at Mummy’s kitty with that neatly trimmed landing strip I love so much, working my fingers faster and faster. Images of Hanna and Aunt Beth were flashing in my mind. I pictured them naked and in each other’s arms, swapping juicy kisses.

I felt Mum pull the car over, then switch it off. Opening my eyes, I saw we were parked in a layby with cars whizzing past us. Nothing else there except fields and cows.

I paused my fingering. “Why are we stopping?”

Mum pushed her own seat back, said, “Mummy needs to come too, sweetie,” and thrust a hand between her legs.

This was so cool, me and Mum masturbating in the car together! While I worked my clit with two fingers, I watched Mum slip her middle finger inside her kitty, then use the thumb to stroke her own button.

Of all the sexy things we do together, watching Mum touch herself is one of my favourites. Maybe that’s because it was the first sexy thing we did together. It was just after my eighth birthday when she caught me playing with myself. Instead of telling me off or ordering me to stop, she just slipped her knickers off, lay down alongside and showed me how to do it properly. Visions of that wonderful day came flooding back to me, quickly bringing my climax to a head.

“Mummy, I’m c-coming, Mummy, I’m – ah, ah, ah…” Those little involuntary whimpers were a telltale sign that I was about to come, that and the way my body was trembling.

“Me too, baby. Mummy’s coming, baby, I’m coming too…”

Mum bit her bottom lip and tensed up – those are her telltale signs. I think the anticipation of the weekend to come and the sight of each other half naked in the car was why we both came so quickly. Oh, and the sheer wickedness of making ourselves come while parked on the side of the road.

When we were finished, me and Mum put our seats back up. but left our dresses where they were so our kitties were still exposed. Mum leaned across to give me a hot, juicy tongue kiss, then brought my hand to her mouth to suck my fingers clean. I did the same to her, then she got some wet wipes out of her handbag so we could tidy up a bit.

Before we set off again, Mum got her phone out, pressed a few buttons and handed it to me. “Here,” she said, “This is the house. You can have a look at the webpage we set up to advertise it.” She put the car into gear, pulled onto the road, and we were on our way again. “Right, then. Next stop, Grafton Lodge!”

The pictures on the web page looked amazing. Grafton Lodge had nine bedrooms, a huge indoor swimming pool, a games and cinema room and a dining room with one wall painted bright pink! I couldn’t wait to see it for real.

We had plenty of time before our arrival, so I asked Mum to tell me more about her friends.

Since they were all at university together, they were close to the same age. Lottie was thirty-five, Mum and the others were thirty-six. Claire, who is bisexual, got married when she was twenty-two (she’s divorced now), and has a thirteen-year-old son called James, as well as Izzy who is eleven. Hearing that, I was worried that there would be a boy there for the weekend, but Mum said it’s only going to be the four mums with one daughter each. Apparently, when Claire planned to have Izzy, my mum, Fiona and Lottie all decided to get pregnant as well so they would have kids around the same age. Lucky for everyone, all the babies turned out to be girls.

Emily, who has blonde hair and blue eyes like her mother, Lottie, was born using IVF treatment, just like I was. That’s why we’re almost exactly the same age, our mums did the treatment together. The way I heard it, they made love, then impregnated each other with turkey basters.

Mum said that Fiona had Lily the old-fashioned way, having sex with her cousin until she fell pregnant. It took a few tries, which is why Lily is the youngest at nine. I asked Mum how Fiona could have sex with a man if she really is gay. Mum said Fiona was bisexual but leaned heavily towards the lesbian side. Since Lily was born, she’s only been with women.

I was totally gobsmacked (another word I really love). It’s like Mum had this whole other life that I knew nothing about. It’s silly of me to be surprised, though. If you think about it, all parents have lives of their own before they have kids. But what’s really wild about Mum and her friends is the way they laid these plans  such a long time ago, stayed in close contact and arranged their lives to make those plans happen. Getting pregnant, giving birth, raising little girls, making love to their daughters for the first time, teaching them how to be lesbians, then getting everyone together at Grafton Lodge. For this. Wow!

Then and there, I promised myself that I’d do whatever it took to make this weekend special for Mum… and Mum’s friends, too! They deserved it.

That got me thinking. “Hey, Mum? How come I’ve not met any of your friends before?”

She smiled. “You have met them, sweetie… but it was so long ago, you probably don’t remember.”

Mum told me the last time I encountered one of her friends was when Lottie and Fiona paid us a visit, back when I was only three. Mum said that we’d not seen them recently because life just got in the way. You see, all four of them live in different parts of the country, and they’re constantly busy with work and relationships. Which makes sense. Sometimes I hardly get to see Mum when she’s on a big case.

Here’s the thing, though: even though Mum and her friends seldom get to meet face to face, they keep in touch on the phone. In fact, Mum told me she even has phone sex with them! Hearing that had me picturing her sprawled out naked on the bed, fingering her pussy as she got into dirty talk with one of her mates. Then I imagined Mum talking about having sex with me – and just like that, I was hot and bothered all over again. There wasn’t time to do anything about it, though, so I settled back and pressed my thighs together, trying not to squirm around too much. Me and Mum chatted about this and that, which made the time pass quickly, at least.

Finally we arrived at Grafton Lodge, which is at the end of a small lane off of a bendy country road. Mum said it was super private, which meant no other cars were allowed up there without permission, and there are no neighbours anywhere in the vicinity. There’s an electric gate on the lane that leads to the house, which is at the end of a long-ish driveway. It was a beautiful white building with flower beds and a rosebush at the front, and a nice garden wrapped around one side.

Lovely as the house was, it was the woman and child standing by the big brown front door who caught my attention. They both had bright red hair that practically glowed in the sun. “That’s Fiona and Lily,” Mum said as she parked the car.

Fiona was wearing a green mini-dress with a white flower pattern that showed off her legs, and a plunging neckline that displayed her breasts to impressive effect. Mum told me once that a girl should either show her legs or her cleavage, but never both at the same time. Evidently Fiona never got that memo – not that I was complaining, mind you! As for Lily, she was cute as a button in dark blue shorts, a white vest top and the same kind of black sandals her mum wore. They were standing close and holding hands as we got out of the car.

“Hello, Fi!” said Mum, hugging her friend. Then she turned to Lily. “Wow, you’ve got so big since I last saw you.”

“So has Kimmy,” said Fiona, staring at me with lovely bright green eyes, “And she’s even more beautiful than I remember. Do you remember me, Kimmy?”

I shook my head, “Sorry, I don’t, Mum says we met… but I was very little,” I said, noticing how her dark red lipstick matched her long fingernails. Wow, she was dead sexy.

“You were four, I think, and Lily was three when we last met up.”

A memory shook itself loose. “Actually, I think I do remember,” I said. “Were we at a park with a big slide and swings?”

“Spot on! That’s right, we were.”

“It was very hot that day, we had ice cream,” I said.

“That’s right. It was lovely weather, just like today.”

“How long have you lot been here?” asked Mum.

“About half an hour, Claire and Lottie will arrive soon. Lily, sweetie, why don’t you show Kimmy about while I help Bell with her cases?”

Huh… interesting. She called my mum ‘Bell’! I’ve never heard anyone use that nickname before. Aunt Beth and everyone else we know calls Mum ‘Arabella’.

Lily seemed a bit shy, so her mother gently pushed her forward. I decided to be extra friendly, so as to put her at ease. “Is there a pool here?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Uh-huh. Shall I show you where it is?”

“Yes, please.”

As we walked off around the side of the house I heard Fiona whisper something to my mum, but couldn’t hear what she said. I looked over my shoulder and saw her watching us, I think she was checking me out! But maybe that was just wishful thinking because I thought she was so beautiful.

As we walked through the pretty garden I got a sense of the size of the house. From the front it doesn’t look too big, but it extends back quite a bit, with the single-story pool house off to one side of the garden. It had lots of those big bi-fold doors that open all the way up, one for each room on the back of the house. The whole side of the pool was open, too. It was as if there were no walls on the ground floor, which I thought looked really cool.

“My mum says we’re not allowed in the pool unless an adult is with us. Can you swim?” asked Lily.

“Yeah, I got my fifty metre badge.”

“Me too. Maybe mum will take us swimming later.”

“I hope so,” I said, imagining Fiona in a bikini.

We spent a few more minutes in the garden, then explored the house. It was a lovely place, it’s got a really cool games room with a pool table, table tennis and loads of board games and stuff. The room had  pictures on the walls of some cartoon character named Tintin that I’d never heard of. It’s a huge room, so the other half doubles up as a cinema area with the biggest TV I’ve ever seen mounted on the wall. There’s a huge sofa, bean bag chairs and giant cushions for everyone to sit on while they watch films. The nine bedrooms were all huge and beautifully done out, each with its own private bathroom.

I really wanted to ask Lily about making love to her mum. You know, how it happened with her and Fiona the first time, what it was like, the things they enjoy doing in bed… what her pussy tastes like! But I was too shy, and Lily never brought up the subject of sex at all.

We’d just about finished exploring the house when I heard the noise of a car. Lily and I hurried to see who had arrived.

It turned out to be two cars, because Lottie and Claire had arrived at the same time! The mums all greeted each other with hugs and kisses while the kids stood off to the side – we were all feeling a bit nervous, waiting for something to happen.

Lottie and her daughter Emily caught my eye first. Lottie was tall and slim with long blonde hair and she wore white cropped jeans with a tight-fitting baby pink t-shirt and white pumps. Emily was dressed in the same colours, but with white denim shorts and a cute pink vest. She caught me checking her out and gave me a big smile, so I gave her one right back.

Standing close was Izzy, who was slightly taller than the rest of us girls. She had dark brown, almost black shoulder-length hair tied back in a ponytail, striking blue eyes and pale skin. Wow, she was pretty. I liked her outfit, too – a simple black summer dress with a ditsy design. Something else I appreciated a lot was that her titties were starting to grow in, though it also made me slightly envious. Her mum Claire, had the same blue eyes and long dark dark hair, also tied back. She wore a light blue mini dress with white trainers and was the first of the new arrivals to say hi to me and Lily.

“Wow, you’ve grown so much,” she said to me.

I had no idea what to say to that, so I just stood there looking bashful. Claire’s remark seemed to turn their conversation towards us kids, and we drew lots of comments about how beautiful and adorable we all were. It wasn’t very different to what I saw at the school gates each day, mums chatting away with each other while the kids hung about.

But it was different, very much so. All these mums and daughters shared the same secret as Mum and me. Each one of these women had made love to their little girl. And that had me seeing things in a whole new way. I noticed the way my mum gravitated towards Emily, running her fingers through the girl’s blonde hair. And Fiona kept looking towards me, something in her sparkling green eyes that gave me the most delicious shivers. Then there was Izzy, who was quite blatantly checking everyone out, the women and the girls.

At the school gates, no one would have noticed. But here at Grafton Lodge, it felt like the beginning of something very exciting. And I couldn’t wait to get started.

On to Chapter Two!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, which leave her feeling flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

In the days that follow, Nettie seems to be emerging from her torpor. In addition to her burgeoning interest in heavy metal, she becomes absorbed by Jason’s medical textbooks.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

February 18th, 2007

The whole of last fall and the first part of this winter feels like this big whirlwind of changes in my life. How about we make a list of them all?

1. Becoming friends with Julie.
2. Learning about sex with Julie (with a lot of help from Megan and Lisa).
3. Falling in love with Julie.
4. Realizing I’ve lost my faith.
5. Joining a student band, and getting into playing new kinds of music.
6. My parents separating.
7. Mom starting school and moving into an apartment.

But that’s all more or less settled into place. What’s blowing my mind now is how fast everything falls into a new routine. Not that it’s a bad thing, I guess. What’s weird is that now it feels like it’s always been this way.

I’m really starting to work on getting Mom into bed with me. It’s just the two of us alone in her apartment in the evenings, and soon as she gets home, it’s out of her dressy clothes and into sweatpants and a t-shirt, usually without a bra. Watching her move around the apartment makes me all crazy inside. Sometimes I have to slip into the bathroom and do something about it..

I keep telling myself I want to set my mother free, so she doesn’t have to hide from who she is anymore. That’s true, but I also know there’s more to it than that. Part of it is selfish… I’m just plain hot for her.

One unexpected bonus: she and her gay classmate Katerina are becoming real friends. Monday evening when she got home from school, she did nothing but gush about the weekend trip to Fargo, and most of what she talked about were the things she did with Katerina.

“Is Katerina pretty, Mom?” I asked when I could get a word in edgewise.

Mom blushed deep red. “Well… I’d say so, sure,” she stammered.

“What does she look like?”

“Well… uh… she’s about my height, she has dirty blonde hair about down to her shoulders, she’s got a really nice smile… ummm…”

I got brave. “How big are her boobs?”

“Mallory Jane!”

I giggled. Mom hasn’t used my middle name like that in a long time! “Sorry, Mom, but… you know I’m into girls.”

Mom tried a frown, but I could tell she wasn’t really mad. “She’s much too old for you, young lady!”

“Why?” I said. “I mean, let’s say I liked a grown woman that way, and she felt the same about me.  Why would it be bad for us to do sex stuff together?”

“Because you’re not old enough to make those decisions yet!”

“Wait, wait – does that mean I’m old enough if it’s someone closer to my age?”

Mom shook her head. “At twelve? I don’t think so. That’s awfully young. But even if you were a few years older, the law says the other person would have to be under eighteen.”

“That’s stupid,” I said. I got up from where I was sitting on the love seat, crossed the living room, and settled into Mom’s lap. I snuggled up, making a point of resting my head between her tits. “Seriously… I already masturbate. So what difference does it make if I do it with somebody else? I think about doing it with other people when I touch myself. Sometimes with grownups.”

I wriggled slowly on her lap, creating a little friction. It was really turning me on. “Just tell me, Mom,” I said in a pleading tone. “Does she have big boobs, little ones, or in between?”

“They’re… actually really big,” Mom said, her voice wobbling a little. “I guess you could say she’s kind of full-bodied… not fat, but sort of shapely. And she has breasts to match.”

“Mmmm…” I said, trying to make it a sort of sexy purr. I shifted positions again, rubbing my backside on Mom’s thigh without being too obvious about it. “A full-bodied dirty blonde with big boobs, and she’s gay. Can I be honest with you, Mom?”

Mom drew in an unsteady breath, and I was elated to realize that I wasn’t the only aroused person in this chair! “Well, I mean… of course you can, Mallory.”

“Hearing about Katerina is getting me really turned on. You don’t think that’s bad of me, do you?”

Mom lowered her head until her forehead was resting in my hair. “I… I don’t know, Mallory. I guess not bad, exactly, but…” She drew in a deep breath. “It’s not the best thing for you to think about. It isn’t as if anything can happen with her. You’re too young, and she has a partner.”

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t think about it when I’m touching myself, does it? I mean… it’s only thoughts I’m having.” I tried to put a hint of uncertainty in my voice, but inside I was grinning ear to ear.

I could feel Mom’s heart racing. “Well… um… I guess it doesn’t, sweetie.”

“Mom?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

Guess I crossed a line with that comment, cause Mom lifted her head and said, “That’s none of your business, young lady. I think it’s time for both of us to get ready for bed.”

I did all the usual bedtime stuff with an image of Katerina dancing in my head. It was mixed up with images of Mom, and soon I was picturing all three of us kissing, touching, and getting each other naked. My panties were getting super damp, but I didn’t mind… I reveled in it.

Mom came to tuck me in, and when she leaned in to kiss my cheek, I turned my head towards her. Our lips brushed. She froze, but didn’t pull away. I wrapped a hand around the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair.

After a moment she broke the kiss, and I let her go. “G-goodnight, Mallory,” she stammered. Turning on her heel, she made a quick exit.

My plan was to wait until I heard Mom go to bed and masturbate then, but by then I was WAY too far gone. The moment she was out of the room my hand was inside my pajamas. It took me only a couple of minutes to come.

***

Mom came home sick from school on Tuesday; the same damn bug Dad got, I bet. She was already in bed when I showed up at the apartment. I ended up making dinner for myself and soup for her. I guess it kind of goes without saying that I didn’t get a chance to flirt with her that day, or the next! She was super-bummed to be missing school, too. I guess that means she’s really enjoying it. Good for her.

I spent both Tuesday and Wednesday evening doing homework and practicing my Chopin. I thought I had the piece pretty much down, but then my piano teacher started getting picky. All these little points of interpretation and style, plus REALLY doubling down on any sloppiness. She told me that with most students she wouldn’t even bother nit-picking on this stuff, so I suppose that’s a compliment.

Thursday was band practice, and Julie had the totally excellent idea to bring Nettie along. She looked on with interest as Julie powered on the PA and did mic checks, and it did my heart a world of good to see it. We warmed up by burning through “Hungry Like the Wolf,” and “Destruction Preventer.” Could that have been a smile on Nettie’s face when we played the latter?! I think it was.

We then set about working on our second original song. Jamie and I had that combined guitar/keyboard riff I mentioned before to show off, and everyone immediately agreed we should use it. We jammed on it for a bit, with Katie flinging it into overdrive using her newfound double-kick skills. It was clear from the outset that this was going to be a scorching heavy metal song. Then Roger got an idea for a verse progression that would expand on the intro riff. As we practiced playing over it, Ralph was humming a melody into the microphone, same as he had when we wrote “Ear in the Wall.”

Suddenly Katie stopped playing her drums, bringing the rest of us to a graceless halt. “Dude,” she said to Ralph, “hum that again.”

Ralph obliged, and moments later Katie was scribbling in her notebook. Then she looked up at Ralph. “I don’t know how good this is,” she said hesitantly, “but I was just thinking of the main character in this old motorcycle movie I watched with my dad. That’s what it’s about.”

She thrust her notebook at Ralph. “Let’s play that verse part, and you try singing those words to the tune you were just humming.”

She counted us in, and Ralph sang what he’d been given. When we stopped playing at the end of the verse. Ralph was staring open-mouthed at Katie. “Holy SHIT,” he proclaimed. “That’s badass.”

We called it “The Devil’s Own,” and we had it down with time to spare. It was heavy, and a bit progressive. We even did a breakdown section in 5/4 time, which was Katie’s idea. She’s becoming more assertive as time goes on, and let me tell you, that girl has a real talent for lyrics.

“Jason’s going to flip out when he hears this,” said Roger.

We could have spent a little more time practicing, but Roger called a band meeting instead. We all pulled up chairs and sat in a little circle.

“Ralph and I have been talking,” said Roger. “We both just got into this for a laugh; we like to play, and figured this’d get us on stage in front of people. But the thing is, this is turning into a really good fucking band.”

There was a chorus of general agreement, then Julie spoke up. “I’ve been to at least one rehearsal each for all the other bands,” she said. “None of them are even close to you guys. You really rock.”

“I agree,” said Roger. “Add in my handsome face and winning personality, and you really can’t go wrong. Anyway, me and Ralph got to thinking we should learn a bunch more songs, maybe do some more writing, and then try to get some real gigs after we do the spring concert.”

This was a whole new idea. “Gigs where?” said Jamie. “We’re a band full of kids. I can’t see a whole lot of bars letting us play.”

“You’re not wrong,” said Roger. “My cousin plays bass in his dad’s bar band and he’s about my age, but he gets away with it because it’s mostly a band of adults. It wouldn’t work for us.”

He spread his hands on his lap. “But I made some phone calls. Every little dipshit town like this one has a summer festival, and they can’t afford to bring in any of the good bar bands to play it. That’s why the music is always a bunch of old fogies playing bluegrass, or some chick strumming on an acoustic guitar. I had four towns tell me they’d book us right now, including this one. A few others said they were interested. That’d be a really cool for-starters.”

“Oh, hell yes,” said Jamie. “That’s like, the coolest idea ever.”

“Then there could be other things,” Roger went on. “County fairs, maybe. Some of the little community centers might let us come in. Then this fall we could maybe bag some school dances, if we can talk them into using a band instead of a DJ. Maybe the community colleges in Alex and Wadena would have us next school year. The key is being willing to work cheap. The real money is in the bars, and that’s out of reach for us right now.”

“Who cares?” Katie put in. “It’d be fun. I’d do it just for that.”

“There’d be things to figure out,” said Roger. “Sound production, stuff like that. The crappy PAs they use at the summer fests for those bluegrass combos… they won’t work for this band. Not sure what the answer is, but I’ll bet I can find one. I do think we should bring Julie here along as our front of house, and she gets a split of anything we manage to pull in.”

The Patented Julie Hanson Ear-Splitting Squeal just about deafened us all. “Absolutely!” she whooped.

Roger turned his head towards me, and gave me that goofy, happy-go-lucky grin. “What do you say, Mallory? You up for it?”

I blinked a couple of times, then got my brain in gear. “I’d love to,” I said.

“Should we pick some more songs to learn?” asked Katie.

“Let’s hold off for a week,” said Roger, “because I have one more proposal. Instead of being just another variety band, I think we should pick a theme. I spent a little time online last night, and theme bands are a big deal right now. We’d probably have to phase out some of the stuff we’ve already learned, but so far we’ve mostly just been doing it for kicks anyway.”

“You got a theme in mind?” said Jamie.

“Yeah! 80’s pop. There’s a ton of bands out there doing eighties hard rock right now… Motley Crue and stuff like that, but the truth is ain’t nobody gonna compete with Hairball in that space. If you look at the poppier side, there’s a lot of stuff that was really popular, still gets played a lot on classic rock radio, that other bands aren’t doing. I say we get some new-wave looking costumes, learn a bunch of songs by Blondie, The Cars, and Madonna, do just a smidge of the more commercial hard rock like Poison or Motley Crue, and throw in a few of our originals when we really want to rock things up.”

Jamie’s lips were pursed. “That’s not the worst idea,” she said thoughtfully.

“We should take a week to think it over, though,” said Ralph. “If that’s a direction somebody just plain doesn’t want to go in, we can find something else. This could be a really great band, and I want everyone to be happy.”

“I don’t know much about that music,” said Katie, “Is there anything I should listen to, so I can see what I think?”

“Far as the 80’s stuff goes, we’re already doing songs by Duran Duran, Asia, and Europe,” said Roger. “But I’ll give you a list of other stuff to check out.”

“So we’d still do ‘Hungry Like the Wolf’, ‘Final Countdown’, and ‘Heat of the Moment’?” said Katie. “I like those! Okay, I’ll check out your list.”

We left it at that, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to go with Roger’s idea. I’m still trying to wrap my brain about going from being in a short-term student ensemble to an actual band looking for gigs. How awesome is that?

***

Julie and I ended up going to Jamie’s place Friday evening to listen to some music. Jamie might be a metalhead, but she’s also got her parents’ old stuff in her record collection, and a lot of it was the sort of 80s pop Roger suggested we focus on. Nettie tagged along. No way were we going to leave her behind if she wanted to come along, but it was a little frustrating all the same… it meant we couldn’t do anything sexy.

It was still fun. Nettie didn’t like the stuff we were listening to as much as the heavy metal, but she seemed to enjoy herself all the same. We listened to an album called “Rio’ by Duran Duran, and a bunch of little records that Jamie called 45s. Those are handy, because they usually have songs that got played on the radio, and if we’re going to start doing regular gigs, we’ll probably have to focus on that. I really liked most of it… better than I like Jamie’s metal, really.

After we’d had our fill of that, Jamie put on an album by a band called Flotsam & Jetsam for Nettie to check out. It was heavier than anything we’d listened to so far. To be honest, I didn’t like it very much at all, but Nettie sure did! She was smiling and bobbing her head the whole time it was on.

I was kind of stuck on my own yesterday and today. The Hansons were doing something with Jason’s parents, all my other friends were busy with one thing or another, and Mom was going nuts trying to catch up on the schoolwork she missed when she was sick. But that was all right. I practiced piano a lot, and I used Mom’s brand-new internet hookup to check out a whole bunch of 80s pop hits. I’m getting excited about Roger’s vision for the band. This could be really, really cool.

February 25th, 2007

This is going to be a pretty short entry. I’m at Home One this week, and that means that if I’m not at school, at church, or at band practice, I’m on the farm and pretty much isolated from the outside world.

Let’s get the bad news out of the way: Nettie, who seemed to be doing so much better, has fallen back into a pit. Julie says it’s worse than ever. She barely eats, doesn’t talk, and is waking up screaming a couple of times a night. When I see her at school, she’s really pale and quiet. I wonder if she’ll ever really come back. How do you get over something like that?

In an interesting turn of events, our band is going to be playing an extended set at the spring student concert. Jason informed us that a couple of students dropped out of the program, and he had to consolidate. There’s one less band now. None of the other bands are going to get to a point of actually being able to learn extra songs, so we’re going to play a double set to make up the time.

We decided to keep our options open as to which songs we’ll play for that show. The only thing for sure is that we’ll do the two originals. But in other news, we have a name, a direction, and a real gig!

We got together before rehearsal on Thursday for a band meeting. We all agreed that we want to become a real band, and that Roger’s idea to go with an 80s pop theme is a really cool idea. It’ll set us apart from other bands, and give us lots of really great music to choose from.

Ralph had an idea for a name, and had even designed a logo! We’re going to be 80 Proof… just the right name for a really potent 80s band. We settled in to rehearse feeling like we were on top of the world, and we tried something a little different this time. Before, we’ve always learned songs on our own, and then put it all together in rehearsal. This time we picked a few songs… we’d all done some listening and had some ideas… and just kind of jammed with the recordings together and let it fall into place.

It worked pretty well, because everybody here has a pretty good ear. We all agreed the other way is more efficient and that’s how we’ll mostly keep doing it, but the change of pace was fun. We got three songs sounding pretty decent in this fashion, and picked five more to have ready to practice next week.

Oh, and Jamie’s singing some lead vocals now! One of the songs we learned Thursday was by an artist called Patti Smith, and Ralph said the vocal wasn’t right for him. Jamie tried it, and it sounded great. Ralph says he doesn’t mind taking a little break and just doing backing vocals, maybe playing rhythm guitar. Interestingly, it was the first we knew he plays guitar! He’s not nearly as good as Jamie, but he’s not bad. It gives us an extra tool.

Friday afternoon Roger caught me just as I was about to board the school bus. “Mallory,” he said, sounding a bit winded, “I don’t suppose you have any plans for July 7th, do you? That’s a Saturday.”

I thought fast. July seemed impossibly far in the future. I knew I didn’t have anything at all planned for the summer, but I was trying to think what Mom or Dad might stick me with. It didn’t take long. In early July Dad will be in full swing with farm stuff, and these days, Mom just seems to be letting me do my own thing.

“Not that I can think of,” I told him. “Why?”

“I’ll get back to you… I still have to talk to Katie,” he said, rushing off.

He called me at home just after supper. “I got us a gig, Mallory! Put it on the calendar… we’re playing the festival in Henning, July 7th. We’ll be outdoors in the Lions Park, and we go on at eight. Talk to you later… I’ve still got a couple of calls to make.”

That’s really all I’ve got for today. I still don’t know where Mom and Dad are at on the whole divorce thing, but during my Home One week I have NO LIFE. I’m super-excited about the band, but I really, really need to have sex. Masturbation just isn’t enough!

February 27th, 2007

I’ve mostly been catching this diary up on Sundays, but I just have to write about what happened last night! It’s Tuesday, I just got home from school, and Mom won’t be home for a little while yet. Hopefully I can get it all down before she arrives.

Yesterday saw me back at Home Two with Mom. There’s some good news: Mom isn’t going after half of the farm. She doesn’t feel right about that, since it was in Dad’s family long before she came along. She does want a settlement, since her moving off the farm means Dad getting almost everything they owned together, but she’s not going to make it something he can’t handle. So the farm stays in the family. Whew.

Mom stayed at school late yesterday evening to catch up on some stuff in the networking lab, and I tried to keep busy at home by myself… you know, do a little cleaning, practice my music, that kind of thing. But the wheels in my mind were turning, getting dirtier with every spin. It had been WAY too long since somebody touched me. A wicked idea was forming in my head, and I wanted to see if I could set it in motion. I called up Jamie.

“Hi, little sister!” she said.

“Are you by yourself?” I asked her.

“Gimme a minute.”

I waited. A couple of minutes and a few random thumps later, Jamie spoke again. “I’ve got the cordless in my room. What’s up?”

“Do you know Megan Frost?”

“Yeah! She’s that goth chick in the 9th grade. She seems cool. Why?”

“Well, Julie and I are friends with her. I was thinking maybe we should all get together and… hang out.”

There was silence on the other end. “Uhhh…” Jamie said at last, “does this mean what I’m thinking it does?”

Leave it to Jamie to put all the pieces together in a split second. She comes across as a super-relaxed hippie type, but I’m starting to realize there’s a very sharp intelligence lurking underneath. I wonder why she’s not in the Advanced Learning program. “Yup, I said. “What do you think?”

“Have you talked to her about it yet?”

“No, but I’ll bet she’ll be into it.”

Jamie paused again before speaking. “She is pretty,” she said. “I have to admit, just the idea is getting me excited. Yeah, I’d be into it. When?”

“I dunno,” I said. “We’d have to figure something out.”

Jamie giggled. “Little sister, you sound seriously frustrated.”

“I’m going crazy!” I admitted with a laugh. “I haven’t done anything with another person in like two whole weeks.”

“Mmmm,” said Jamie, “are you really wet?”

I realized what she was up to, and stopped myself before I could reply. My promise to Julie rang in my ears. Did our agreement include talking dirty over the phone? I decided that it might.

I was just trying to figure out how to let Jamie down easy when I was saved by the door. Mom was home.“Jamie, my mom just came in,” I said. “I have to go.”

“Damn,” she lamented. “Okay. Talk to you soon, little sister.”

Mom’s eyebrows went up as I hung up the phone. “That was Jamie from your band?”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling a furious blush creep over my face. “We were talking, uh, music stuff.”

Mom was peering at me, eyes narrowed. She suspects, I realized. She can sense that something’s out of place. Then she seemed to shrug it off. “I hope you’ve eaten,” she said. “It’s your bedtime in half an hour.”

As it happens, I had eaten, and even fixed a plate for Mom to throw in the microwave. It took a lot of effort to concentrate on the task at hand; talking to Jamie had got me all worked up. I served Mom her dinner, then left to take care of my bedtime ritual: pajamas, pee, wash, brush teeth.

Getting into bed, I pulled the covers up, my pussy positively throbbing, and a moment later Mom came to tuck me in.

A sudden impulse struck me. “Mom,” I said, “would you get under the covers and snuggle with me for a little while?”

Mom blinked. “It’s been years since you asked me to do that, sweetie.”

“I know. But I’d really like it if you did. Is that okay?”

“For a few minutes.” Stepping out of her shoes, she slipped between the sheets and gathered me into her arms. I twisted around so we were face-to-face, pressing myself tightly against her warmth. We just lay there for a bit, holding each other close.

It felt peaceful and cozy, but I wanted more than that.  I gave it a moment, then began lightly tracing her shoulder and upper arm with my fingertips. I wriggled into a better position, and planted a soft kiss on her neck.

“Mmmm… aren’t you lovey tonight,” she murmured. I giggled and planted a gentle kiss on her collarbone, then let my lips glide across the nape of her neck. She shivered. “What’s all that for?” she whispered, not sounding as if she minded too much.

“I love you so much, Mom,” I said in what I hoped was a soft, sexy voice. “I just like kissing you.”

I wriggled upwards just a bit more, and began softly nuzzling and kissing her face. My fingertips trailed slowly up and down her spine, and I felt her shiver. It was working!

I let my mouth drift slowly towards hers, being careful to give her lots of time to back away.  When our lips brushed, she drew in a sharp, shuddering breath. Suddenly her eyes flew open, and she let go of me and rolled away, tearing herself out of my grasp.

“Um… I… Mallory, it’s late,” she stammered. “It’s time for you to go to sleep…”

I placed a finger on her lips, shushing her. “I understand, Mom,” I whispered, placing my mouth bare inches from her ear. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been touched like that, hasn’t it?”

She nodded without words, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“I can tell what it’s doing to you,” I whispered, moving in even closer. “And I think that’s okay. It’s not like you asked for it to happen. And I’m feeling the same way you are.”

Pulling herself to a sitting position, Mom swung her legs off of the bed. She planted her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands. “This isn’t right, Mallory. I’m your mother.”

Getting to my knees, I wrapped both arms around her from behind. “Mom,” I whispered, “tell me the truth. I bet you hear me some nights when I masturbate, and sometimes I hear you masturbating when I’m done. Does hearing me get you excited? And do you think about girls sometimes when you do it? Maybe about Katerina?”

Mom froze, but she didn’t pull away. She sniffled, and when she spoke, there were tears in her voice. “It does get me excited,” she admitted. “I think it’s just knowing there’s an aroused person on the other side of the wall. And… and…”

Her shoulders heaved. “I do fantasize about Katerina!” she wailed. “I… I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like, the things she does with her partner… oh, God, what’s wrong with me?”

I loosened my arms, gripped her shoulders, and tugged. She didn’t resist, collapsing backwards onto the bed.

I gently wiped tears from her cheeks with my thumb. “Are you going to touch yourself tonight, Mom?” I asked.

She sniffled again. “Probably,” she admitted.

“Well I am, for sure,” I said. “And we’ll be listening to each other through the wall anyway, so… what if we just did it together? Right here, in the same room?”

Mom sat up right away, staring at me as if I’d just sprouted a second head. “Mallory Jane! What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m gay, Mom. Or maybe bisexual. Maybe you are too, and is that really so terrible? And you’re a beautiful lady. I notice that. I think it’s okay. If we’re both going to touch ourselves tonight, why should we have to be alone to do it? Wouldn’t it be better to be together? Keep each other company?”

Mom turned her eyes upward towards the ceiling. Her expression softened. I could tell her resolve was giving way. “I… I don’t know,” she said.

I lay down, stretching my legs out. “I can’t wait anymore, Mom,” I told her. “I’ve been worked up all evening, and my panties are soaked. I’m going to do something about it now. If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to. But I hope you decide to stay.”

I slid a hand beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms, letting my fingers trail down over the front of my very damp panties… sucking in my breath at the tingling sensation as I brushed my pussy lips through the saturated cotton. I could feel dampness on the back of my hand from the front of my pajamas… yeah, I was that wet.

Mom was staring intently at my every move. She saw me watching her and looked away… but she didn’t get up. Still touching through my underwear, I applied some pressure, flexing my fingers in a slow circular motion. A strong surge of pleasure engulfed my body, and I whimpered, thrusting my hips forward.

Mom’s eyes were on me again… and this time, she brought her legs up onto the bed and slowly lay back, her head resting on the pillow next to mine. Her left arm was pressed against my right; the same arm I was using to touch myself.

Done with teasing, I slipped my hand inside my panties. Holy crow, was I ever wet! My entire pussy, right up to the fork of my thighs, was dripping with juice, like a fresh piece of fruit. Even muffled by the clothing, I could hear the squishing sound as I trailed a finger between my pussy lips. Every part of me  was tingling, every nerve ending alive. I’ve had a lot of sexual adventures over the past few months, but getting myself off in front of Mom added a level of danger that drove me wild.

By then my breath was coming in sharp gasps, sweet twinges of pleasure rippling through me. I never took my eyes off Mom. Was she going to do anything besides just watch?

Less than a minute later, I got my answer when Mom slowly unbuttoned the front of her jeans, then slid a hand inside. I saw motion beneath the fabric of those jeans. I saw Moms eyelids flutter, saw her lips part. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

Suddenly my light touches weren’t enough, not even close. I needed to FUCK myself. I shoved my panties and PJ bottoms down, lifting up just enough to push them all the way off, then flung them away and got to work on myself with both hands. The first two fingers of the left hand went inside, while I teased my clit with the middle finger of the other hand.

Mom was staring at me as she masturbated. I realized that she hadn’t seen my pussy in at least six years, maybe more. I hope it turned her on even more!

I fucked myself fast and hard, making sloshing wet sounds with every thrust. Within seconds I was moaning aloud. Mom’s hand was also moving rapidly inside her jeans, her hips rocking forward and back. She didn’t cry out, but her breath was hissing through clenched teeth.

Before I even realized it was happening, my climax hit. I was resting on my feet and shoulders, the whole middle section of my body arched up from the bed. My pussy clenched rhythmically on my fingers, gripping so hard that it almost hurt. I screamed along with those powerful pulsations, riding the wave of one of the longest orgasms I’ve ever had.

It all slowly faded, and I collapsed onto the bed. I needed to rest and catch my breath, but instead I hauled myself into a sitting position to watch Mom. Her hips were bucking powerfully, making hard fucking movements. A whimper escaped, and she clapped her free hand over her mouth. I reached out and gently pried that hand away. “Let it out, Mom,” I whispered in her ear. “There’s no one here but us.”

She replied with a soft moan. I’ve been listening to her mastubate on and off for awhile now, and it’s the first time I’ve ever heard her moan. She did it again again, this time a bit louder.

“Oh… oh gosh,” she got out. Her hips were still pumping furiously.

“Are you going to come?” I said.

“Yes… yes, Mallory, I’m going to… I’m… Ooohhhhh!”

Her whole body went rigid, her hand still moving furiously. She let out three more sharp cries, the last one building to a hoarse scream. Then she slowly sank down into the bed and went still, except for her chest rising and falling.

I threw my arm across her chest, snuggling up. She pulled me close.

“Mallory… oh, Mallory,” she whispered. “What have we done?”

“Shhh,” I whispered. “It’s okay. We both wanted this.”

“But s-sweetheart, we–”

I pressed my fingers to her lips. “Shhhh. Don’t overthink it, Mom. We had a nice time together, that’s all.” Moving closer, I kissed her cheek. “Now, let’s get some sleep. Love you, Mom.”

She was silent for a moment, then whispered. “I love you too, Mallory.” I heard her settle in with a sigh. Minutes later, she was dozing.

I got up, got into clean panties and pajamas, and made sure my alarm was set early enough for her to get to school on time. Then I crawled into bed next to my sleeping mother, glowing with elation. It took me a little while to fall asleep, but I finally did.

On to Chapter Twenty-Six!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, and gets flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

February 11th, 2007

My parents have got things worked out so they can swap me back and forth without ever having to see each other. That’s just as well, cause if they did meet face to face things would probably get ugly. It’s Sunday night, and if I wasn’t at Julie’s house, I’d be at Home One (Dad’s place). Tomorrow afternoon when school lets out, I go to Home Two (Mom’s place). I’ll stay there all week, and next Monday I’ll take the bus to Home One after school.

I honestly don’t know what they’d do if I wasn’t old enough to take care of myself. When I’m at Home Two, I get there just a smidge after three on school days, and on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays Mom doesn’t get home from school till four thirty or so. Some days I go to Julie’s house, but if I have a lot of homework or whatever I go straight home.

Dad is well… Dad. He’s kind of old school; men make money, women take care of kids. Now that there isn’t a woman in the house, I’m his job for a whole week, and there’s no how-to manual telling him what he’s supposed to do.

He’s trying; I’ll give him that. After school he’ll ask how my day went and talk a little about his, then we’ll eat dinner together, but more often than not he’ll spend the rest of the evening either in his shop or his office. He says he has work to get done, but I think it’s mostly because he feels the awkwardness as intensely as I do.

I overheard Dad on the phone with a lawyer a couple of days ago, so I know Mom’s filed for divorce. It could get really messy because Minnesota’s what they call a community property state. I had to look that up, but it just means that Mom owns half of their combined assets. The reason it’s a problem is there’s a very big combined asset, and one that existed before Dad married Mom: the farm.

From what I could hear, just the land is worth four or five million dollars, and the machinery probably close to two million. Maybe more than that if you include the tanks and equipment for drying and storing grain. Those numbers flattened me. It’s strange to think our family is worth so much when money has always been such a struggle.

The big question is whether Mom and her lawyer are going to push for half of what the farm is worth, and I get the idea that Dad and his lawyer don’t have any answers yet. What they do seem sure of is that if Mom asks for it, the judge is probably going to give it to her, and the only way Dad will be able to raise that kind of money is to sell the place.

I have to tell you, dear diary, that I’m not crazy about the idea. In fact, FUCK that idea. I’ve spent my entire life on this farm, and even if I won’t be living here full-time anymore, I don’t  want to see it sold out of the family. It’s a messy situation, and I guess I don’t know what the right answer is.

Okay, subject change. Nettie went back to school on Monday. She doesn’t know anyone, of course, but all the kids know who she is and why she’s there. They know, because their parents know. I think everyone’s treating her like a raw egg that’ll crack and splatter all over if you drop her or squeeze her too hard. Julie and I are a grade ahead of her, but our lunch hour and recess periods (in the gym right now because it’s so cold) are the same as hers, so we try to hang around her a bit so she doesn’t feel alone. Cindy and Emma are right there with us, and I love them even more for it.

But Nettie doesn’t really want to do anything. She eats everything on her tray but doesn’t really talk at lunch, and then in the gym she mostly just wants to sit. Eventually we end up going off and doing our thing, making sure she knows the invitation is open for her to join in.

It’s frustrating. Julie says it’s about the same at home, that Nettie is still waking up screaming. This is the first time I’ve been to Julie’s house this week; it’s much harder to visit her when I’m at Home One.

Something occurred to me today: this is the last year I’m going to have a recess period! If I was in a bigger town with a separate elementary school, I probably wouldn’t even have one this year. It’s funny. Sometimes I’m in a huge rush to grow up, but other times I want to hang on to the kid stuff I love. Some things you don’t get to keep, though.

God, I’m just going from one depressing topic to the next today, huh? Julie would be way better at this, I think. She’s really good at finding the bright side of everything, and sometimes I wonder what she sees in a gloomy girl like me.

Fortunately, everything else I want to write about is more cheerful. First, Jason started paramedic school this week. It’s through a certificate program out of Fargo, but they’re running something called a satellite in Wadena, which is also where Mom goes to school. The classes are in the evenings, six to ten on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Once he’s been in school for a few months there’ll be something called clinicals, which means Jason will be spending time in hospitals and on ambulances, learning to do stuff hands-on. Apparently that’ll be even more time-consuming than the classes.

Once again, I’m getting my information from Julie, cause I’m seeing next to nothing of Jason these days. She says her dad is totally excited, and when he isn’t in class, he’s spending most of his time buried in his textbooks. I feel like maybe Jason and my mom should hang out; they can talk for hours about their classes, get exalted together, and leave the rest of us out of it. I know, that sounds kinda mean, but when my mom starts droning on about how awesome IT school is, Grandma and I just kinda roll our eyes and shut down. It sounds like Jason is acting the same way right now. I guess it’s probably a good thing that he is. I think that kind of enthusiasm is what carries you through when it gets hard, even if it annoys the people around you.

We rehearsed without Jason on Thursday night, and it went well. Jamie acts as our musical director when he’s not there, and she’s getting really good at it. She and I were prepared to wow everyone by mastering five new songs in a week, but it turns out everyone else did too! Not only did we rehearse all five songs to everyone’s satisfaction, we ended up sticking around for an extra forty-five minutes, just hanging out and jamming.

Julie even joined in the jam session! Jason has two guitar amps and a spare guitar down at the rehearsal space, so Julie just plugged in and started playing. Honestly, she’s not that good, but she plays decent rhythm and doesn’t mind just backing us up while Jamie and I take turns “wailing” (that’s Jamie’s term for improvising solos). Before we left, Roger suggested that we try writing another song next week, and we all thought that sounded like a great idea.

Yesterday was my birthday, AND the day of the Tri State Student Arts Exhibit in Minneapolis. Which was kind of a conflict, since I had artwork being judged at the competition. True to form, Mom and Dad worked it out so they wouldn’t have to spend time together. The idea was that Dad would take me down to Minneapolis for the exhibit, then take me birthday shopping. Next weekend, Mom will throw a big birthday party with my friends at Grandma’s house.

I want to make the party next weekend a sleepover, but Mom’s apartment isn’t really a great place for that, and Grandma didn’t offer. Lisa caught wind of the problem and told me that ordinarily they’d be happy to have me and my friends, but with Nettie’s night terrors she doesn’t think it’s such a hot idea. At the moment, the sleepover situation is… big capital letters… UNRESOLVED. Most likely, it just won’t work. Not the end of the world, I suppose.

My trip to Minneapolis with Dad didn’t work out, either. Friday morning Dad was hacking and sneezing, and by nightfall he was throwing up. There’s been a nasty flu bug going around, so I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Mom wasn’t available to take me; she and a couple of her classmates were going on a weekend trip to Fargo and had already left. I’m glad she’s making friends, but talk about crappy timing!

It was around eight on Friday evening, and I’d just about resigned myself to missing the exhibit, when salvation came by way of a phone call.

“Hi, Mallory,” said Jason’s voice. “Your art exhibit is in the Twin Cities tomorrow, true or false?”

“True,” I said listlessly. Right then I realized how bummed I was to be stuck at home on my birthday.

“Well, it so happens I’m taking Julie down for a visit with her mom. We’ll be done at three, and I was thinking we’d swing over to the exhibit after that. I was wondering if I could talk to your dad about a good time for us to meet up.”

Suddenly I burst into tears.

“Hey, kiddo.” Jason sounded alarmed. “What’s going on?”

“Dad’s got the flu,” I got out through the tears. “He can’t take me. And Mom’s out of town… she doesn’t even know he’s sick.”

“Okay,” said Jason. “Okay. Calm down, Mallory. Is there any way I can talk to your dad without him having to get up?”

I carried the cordless down the hall, knocked on Dad’s door and gave him the phone. He took it and waved me out of the room. I stood in the hallway, fidgeting. I could hear Dad’s voice from the bedroom, but couldn’t make out any words. I had a pretty good idea what Jason had in mind, but wasn’t sure what my dad was going to say. Finally he called me back in. He had his hand over the phone’s receiver.

“Mr. Hanson just offered to take you with him to Minneapolis, so you could go to your exhibit,” he informed me, his voice hoarse and thready. “I told him I was okay with it. He’s doing you a big favor, so make sure you’re polite and grateful. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. Then a thought struck me. “What about you? Will you be okay here alone?”

He smiled weakly. “That’s thoughtful of you, but there’s not much you could do for me. There’s canned soup I can heat up… I’ll be fine.”

On impulse, I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I love you, Daddy,” I said, meaning it.

“Go on,” he said. “Mr. Hanson is waiting on the other end to talk to you about the details.”

“I’m here, Jason,” I said as I made my way back to the living room.

“We’ll be leaving early,” he said. “Probably we’ll pick you up around eight. Can you be ready to go?”

“Definitely,” I said. “I’ll get my stuff together tonight, and set up something for Dad to eat while I’m at it. Jason… thank you.”

“No strain, kid,” he said. “We’re going in that direction anyway.”

***

I guess I know Lisa and Jason well enough that the way things went down shouldn’t have come as a surprise. I got up at 6:30 yesterday morning, showered, got dressed in a nice pair of jeans and my favorite blouse (I considered a dress, but the thermometer on the wall informed me that it was thirty degrees below zero), and ate breakfast.

Time to get Dad sorted out. Rummaging through the cupboards, I selected a few different cans of Campbell’s soup. Then, in a burst of inspiration, I unplugged the microwave and wiggled it to the edge of the counter.

I almost dropped it; that thing is heavier than it looks! I lugged it down the hallway to Dad’s bedroom, then realized that I’m an idiot. It took both arms to carry the microwave, and the bedroom door was closed. I had to put it on the floor, standing on end. I knocked.

“Yeah?” came Dad’s voice, sounding a bit muffled.

“I’m coming in,” I informed him. Without waiting for a reply, I popped the door open, picked up the microwave, and staggered into the room.

Dad raised his head. “Mallory… what’re you doing?”

I cast my eyes frantically around the room, looking for a convenient flat surface and kicking myself for not doing that before I picked the microwave back up. Mallory the Great Genius strikes again. The nightstand on what used to be Mom’s side was empty, so I rounded the bed and set the microwave on it with a big heave-ho.

“Mallory… ?” said Dad.

“I didn’t want you to have to go all the way to the kitchen for food,” I explained as I hunted around for a wall outlet and got the microwave plugged in.

His head dropped back to the pillow. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “I’ll be back.”

I gathered up the soup cans I’d selected, added a can opener, a spoon, and a couple of bowls, and managed to get the whole works back to the bedroom without dropping anything. This time I’d remembered to leave the door open; I’m not a COMPLETE idiot.

It dawned on me that you usually have to add water to canned soup… and Dad was going to need some to drink, of course. So I went back to the kitchen, filled a pitcher and brought that back to the bedroom, along with a glass.

“You know, I’m going to have to get up once in awhile to use the bathroom, anyway,” Dad said.

“Yeah,” I said, “but this way you can come straight back to bed.”

He gave me a weary smile. “Thanks, honey.” I hugged him, then headed out to the living room to practice my Chopin while I waited.

The knock at the door came just a couple of minutes before eight, and there on the front porch stood what Jason likes to call the Whole Fam Damnly. Lisa looked radiant, wearing a long magenta skirt beneath a stylish winter coat. Julie was bundled up like an Eskimo, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Nettie was bundled up too, but staring at the ground, pale and silent as usual. Jason was grinning ear-to-ear, holding a crock pot with steam rising from around the edges of the lid.

“Happy birthday!” Lisa and Julie chorused.

I blinked in surprise, then waved them inside. “Come in, it’s cold,” I said. I didn’t bother asking what they were all doing here; I’d already put the pieces together.

“Lisa made soup for your dad,” said Jason as they tromped into the front hallway. “Where should I leave it?”

Mentally I was rolling my eyes. If I’d been using my brain, I’d have known Jason and Lisa would do something nice like that and saved myself the trouble of lugging all that stuff into Dad’s room. It’s just how they roll. I led Jason down the hall to Dad’s room and knocked, then opened the door.

Jason looked around the room, taking in the microwave, the canned soup, and the utensils at a glance. He grinned sheepishly. “Hi, Dan,” he said. “Lisa made you some soup. But it looks like you thought ahead.”

“No, Mallory did all this,” Dad replied, his voice still sounding weak. “I was just planning to go to the kitchen if I needed anything.”

“It’s okay, Jason,” I told him. “Lisa’s soup will be way better than the canned stuff, anyway.”

We got things situated, and Jason, bless him, carried the microwave back to the kitchen. Then we got moving. Nettie, Julie, and I were a tight fit in the back seat of Lisa’s Honda, but we made it work. Nettie thought she’d have to sit in the middle because she’s the youngest, but I insisted she take the door seat because I’m shorter than she is. It might or might not have had something to do with wanting an excuse to snuggle up with Julie, who I’d barely seen outside of school all week. And we might or might not have done a little fooling around under Julie’s coat, which was spread across our laps.

It was a terrific day. We dropped Julie off at the visitation center, then drove over to the art exhibit. It was in a big convention center and took up three large rooms. Jason had planned to do a little shopping while Julie was visiting her mom, so Lisa, Nettie, and I wandered the exhibit, looking over everything. Some of it was beautiful, some of it was awful, some of it I just plain didn’t get. Abstract art doesn’t do anything for me. I had to do some of it for my AL art class, and I even hated my own work.

We finally found my tree mushroom drawings. Lisa spent a long time looking at them; she’d seen my drafts, but not the finished product.

“This is gorgeous, Mallory,” she said. “It’s tragic and hopeful all at the same time. I love it.”

“It’s nice,” said Nettie, startling us both. She’d barely spoken all morning.

I grinned at her. “Thanks, Nettie!” She gave me a small, hesitant smile.

For lunch, we got hot dogs at one of the vendors’ stands. Jason showed up just in time for the judging, which took place at two. Well, actually the judging had already happened… they handed out awards at two.

Guess what? My art was judged Superior, which was the highest award! Only five of us, out of over six hundred contestants, got a Superior. The other four were in high school. Happy birthday to me!!

Jason left again, this time to pick Julie up. I had to stick around because they were tearing down at three, and I wanted to take my project home with me instead of waiting for it to be returned. By the time he got back to the convention center with Julie I had my mushrooms safely boxed, my award plaque tucked in with them.

“What kind of food appeals to you, Mallory?” Jason asked as we stuffed ourselves back into the car.

“Huh?” I said.

“It’s your birthday dinner. What do you want to eat?”

After giving it some thought, I decided on Chinese. Now, you have to understand: the only Chinese I’ve ever eaten is the China buffet in Alexandria. I was totally unprepared for the classy place Lisa guided us to. There they served your food in a bowl, and put an empty plate in front of you. There were heaping bowls of rice in the center of the table, and the idea is that you spoon rice onto your plate, and then put some of your food on the rice. We all ordered something different, and everyone tried a little of everything.

There was also a sushi bar. Julie was clearly an old hand with sushi and served herself up a big plate of it. I didn’t want anything to do with it at first, but she put her never-ending enthusiasm to work on me and got me to try a bite of her raw fish. Then I went and got myself a plate. I think I just discovered a new favorite food!

It was approaching nine when we pulled into the driveway at Home One. “Stay put for a minute, Mallory,” said Jason. He got out, rounded the car, and opened the trunk. He returned a moment later with a box, which he handed over the back of the seat to me. It was heavy, and had a picture of a thin black object with big switches on the front.

“I didn’t wrap it,” he said, “but happy birthday anyway. It’s a midi foot controller for your keyboard. Now you can switch patches without taking your hands off the keys.”

I was blown away. “Oh, Jason, thank you!”

“I have something for you, too,” said Julie, “but I’ll give it to you next time you’re at my house.”

Julie and Jason came in with me. Julie and I shared a brief but very passionate kiss in the entryway while Jason went to collect the crock pot from Dad’s room. After they left, I checked in on Dad myself. He seemed to be doing better, and said he thought he’d be okay after a good night’s sleep. I got myself up to my room with my gift and my art project.

I’m sorry Dad got sick, but all the same, I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday. I only wished I could cap it off by making love to Julie! So I did the next best thing; masturbated to an orgasm while thinking about her. Contented as could be, I drifted off to sleep.

***

Dad seemed to be feeling all right this morning. He gave me my birthday gift, a large articulated doll. It confirms what I already suspected; in his mind I’m still stuck at age eight, and probably will be until my boobs are more noticeable. But hey, at least he’s trying.

Just before we left for church, I got a phone call from Jamie. “Hey, little sister,” she said. “Are you gonna be in town for church this morning?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Wanna jam afterwards? Bring Julie, if she wants to come.”

I thought fast. Dad would probably want to come home right after church, but maybe I could persuade him to leave me at Jamie’s place. Then I had another thought.

“Are we just talking about jamming,” I asked, “or did you have more in mind?”

“Not today,” she said. “I have my you-know. Otherwise, I’d be into it.”

“I’m not sure yet I can come over,” I replied, “but if it works out, would you mind if I bring someone who might be real interested in your record collection?”

“That’d be great, little sister. I’m not going anywhere today, so just show up if you want, okay?”

“Sounds good!”

I hung up the phone just as Dad was emerging from his office. “Hey, Dad,” I said. “Were you planning on coming straight home after church?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Oh, Jamie from the band wanted to get together and work on some stuff. Is there any way we can make it work?”

I was a little nervous about his reply; I know Dad isn’t crazy about me being in a rock band. But he just shrugged. “We’ll get it figured out.” Like I said, he is trying.

A quick phone conversation with the Hansons solved it. Julie wanted to come along, even though we wouldn’t be doing anything but play music. When I suggested we invite Nettie to join us, she agreed right away.

“She’ll be there if I have to drag her by the big toe,” Julie proclaimed.

The plan we devised was that Dad would drive me to Jamie’s house after church, stopping on the way to pick up Julie and Nettie. I’d just go back to Julie’s when we were done, spend the night, and go to school from there. Dad offered to come back to town for me, but Lisa insisted on picking us up herself. “It’s the least I can do, Mallory,” she said. “I can’t thank you enough for inviting Nettie along.”

***

Jamie was all smiles when she greeted us at the door. She hugged Julie and me, then turned her attention to Nettie who, as usual, was trying to memorize the contours of her shoes.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, little sister,” said Jamie. “Can I hug you?” Nettie hesitated a moment, then raised her arms and allowed herself to be hugged. She perked up a little when she got a look at the pull-down ladder that leads to Jamie’s room.

“Whoa,” she said. “That’s wicked.”

We plugged in and cranked up. Jamie had recorded backing tracks for the songs we’re doing for the band, and we blasted through all of them. Julie followed along on rhythm guitar, not always well, but she was clearly having fun. Nettie sat in the old overstuffed chair with her legs curled up, watching us intently the whole time.

After practicing the band stuff we spent time playing around with riffs and progressions for the song we’re going to write in rehearsal on Thursday. Jamie recorded what we thought were the best ideas, so we could present them to the band. The best thing was a chunky, syncopated descending riff Jamie came up with, that I put a high keyboard melody on top of. Neither the guitar or keyboard part is anything special by itself, but put together they scorch! I bet we’ll end up using that one. Jamie programmed a drum and bass part on her drum machine, and it came out sounding really heavy, just what Jamie likes. I couldn’t help but notice Nettie leaning forward in the chair while we were doing that part.

Finally we put the instruments down, and Jamie turned to Nettie. “Little sister, I hear you’ve taken an interest in the heavy stuff.”

Nettie shrugged. “I like it, I guess.”

Jamie crossed to her turntable, opened the transparent lid, and lifted whatever she’d been listening to before we got there from the spindle.

“Whoa,” said Nettie, sliding out of her chair and coming over to join Jamie. “That’s, like, a real record, huh?”

Jamie grinned. “Sure is!” She slipped it back into its paper sleeve, then slid that into the cardboard jacket. The artwork on the cover caught my eye; a man with wild hair and too-big hands dressed like a space pirate, against a space background. I could see from where I was sitting that the art was in relief.

Jamie must have caught me looking, because she held it up for closer inspection. “I bought this when I went to the Twin Cities with my brother last weekend,” she said. “The first Captain Beyond album. This is a first pressing from 1971; super-rare! Even if it didn’t have a pressing date on it, you could tell from the 3D art. The vinyl’s in great shape, too. It’s a killer record… I’ll play it for you sometime. But I think Nettie came here to get into something a little heavier.”

She turned her attention to the shelf full of records and examined the contents, her fingers tracing the backs of the cardboard jackets. Then she looked to Nettie, still standing at her side. “Mal told me you dug ‘Dehumanizer.’ Do you want to listen to another Black Sabbath album, or try something different?”

Nettie cocked her head. “Something different.”

Jamie went down a shelf, pulled out an album, slid the inner sleeve out and gently shook the vinyl free. Nettie reached out for the album jacket, and Jamie handed it to her with a smile. From where I sat, I saw this hideous skinned man holding a gun, set against the backdrop of a grim city street. It looked seriously intense. “I bet you’ll like this,” said Jamie. “The band is called Iron Maiden, and the album is ‘Somewhere in Time’.”

Nettie looked on with rapt interest as Jamie placed the record on the turntable, wiped it with a soft cloth, and carefully placed the needle in the groove. She turned the music up pretty loud, pulled the shades, and killed the overhead lights.

It was totally surreal, listening to that pounding yet surprisingly melodic record in the twisting red and purple glow of the lava lamps. Julie and I were snuggled up on the love seat, Jamie sprawled on her bed, and Nettie sitting bolt upright in the chair. Before we’d even reached the end of the first song, I knew exactly what band Jamie got her love of instrumental harmonies from!

We got into discussing how the different parts were done, with Jamie pointing out details I wouldn’t have caught myself. Nettie didn’t join in; she was totally fixated on the music. We kept our voices low, so we didn’t break her concentration. When Jamie got up to flip the album over to Side Two, Nettie blinked a few times and whispered, “Wow.” Then she was immersed in the record all over again.

We ended up listening to one more after that, an Ozzy Osbourne album called ‘Blizzard of Oz’. Jamie, Julie, and I chatted some while that one was playing, but again, Nettie didn’t join in. Her attention seemed completely absorbed by the music.

Five o’clock found us in Jamie’s entryway, Lisa waiting for us at the curb in her Honda. Jamie gave Julie a hug, then me, and she’d barely turned to Nettie when the younger girl threw both arms around her.

“That was really nice,” Nettie said. “Thanks for letting me come, Jamie.” Me and Julie stared at each other, doing our level best not to die of shock.

“I had fun, too,” said Jamie. “Come by anytime, little sister.”

Nettie looked up at her, wearing the biggest smile I’d ever seen her give. “Thanks, I will… big sister.”

***

Two hours later we were lounging around the Hanson’s living room, stuffed to bursting with venison steaks, mashed potatoes, and brussel sprouts. Jason was absorbed in a big, scary-looking textbook, Lisa was doing paperwork for her job at City Hall, me and Julie were making a pretty bad attempt at learning to play chess, and Nettie was leafing through a young reader’s chapter book. As far as I could tell, she wasn’t really reading at all. Finally she set her book down on the coffee table and settled back into the couch, looking down at her hands.

All of a sudden she got up, crossed the room to where Jason sat and hunkered down next to a stack of books piled next to his chair. She studied the titles listed on the bindings. Finally she looked up to Jason, who was gazing down at her. “Which one is the simplest?

Jason raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Bending down, he tried to sift through the books, managed to knock the pile over, and finally came up with one.

“Our main text is a five-volume series,” he said, holding the book up for her inspection. “This is Volume One. I’m reading Volume Two right now. Check it out if you like, but I warn you… even this first volume is pretty heavy-duty stuff. You might not understand it all. Hell, I don’t understand it all yet.”

“I’ll try it,” she said, plucking the book from his hand.

“More power to you,” said Jason. “Just leave it out here where I can find it. If you leave a bookmark in there, I’ll make sure not to move it.”

Nettie crossed back to the couch, settling in with the book in her lap. Moments later, she had it open to the first chapter, looking utterly absorbed.

Julie and I went to bed a few minutes afterwards, pleading exhaustion and the need to be up for school in the morning. Lisa gave us a knowing grin as we made our exit.

Upstairs in Julie’s room, the door safely closed behind us, we fell into each other’s arms. Our mouths came together, tongues meeting in a heated dance, as we tore at each other’s clothes.

We didn’t even end up getting completely naked; our mutual need was simply too intense to be contained. Panties on the floor, we got our heads at opposite ends of the bed, two dripping pussies squashed together and grinding furiously. I came first, biting down on my forearm to keep from screaming. Julie was bucking against me, drawing in sharp, gasping gulps of air. She went rigid, then convulsed, burying her face deep in a pillow.

We didn’t bother with pajamas, just shucked off the rest of our clothes and snuggled up under the blankets.

“First the music, then Dad’s textbook,” said Julie once we’d settled in. “That’s two things in one day Nettie’s been interested in, and it’s two more than I’ve seen the whole time she’s been here.”

“The music doesn’t surprise me,” I said. “We’ve seen that before, a little bit. The paramedic book, though… I sure never saw that coming.”

“That might not last,” said Julie. “I tried reading one of those things, and my eyes got all crossed after about two minutes.”

“Guess we’ll see,” I said. My hand was cupping her ass cheek, and I let it slip inward a little bit, one finger tracing the edge of her crack.

Julie giggled. “You’re skating on the edge of a cliff,” she informed me. “Be careful not to fall in.”

I went a little deeper, then slipped my hand between her thighs. “So what’s on the other side?” I asked her.

“I guess you’ll just have to go exploring and see!”

What I found was velvety soft and slippery wet. Locked in a tight embrace, we fingered each other to another orgasm. We shared a long, deep kiss, then Julie immediately drifted off to sleep.

That was over an hour ago, and I’m still awake. I realized within a few minutes I wasn’t going to sleep right away, so I got up, slipped my journal from my backpack, and poured all my thoughts onto the pages.

So here I sit naked in Julie’s computer chair, listening to the warm, soft sound of her breathing, still glowing from making love. Writing about what we did a little while ago has me all worked up again. In fact, for the past few minutes my left hand has been busy between my legs while I wrap up this entry with my right. I’m tempted to wake Julie up and have my way with her, but there’s also something incredibly erotic about listening to her sleep while I get myself off.

Oh, god, Im gonna come. It’s gonna be a big one…

On to Chapter Twenty-Five!

Original story by kinkychic, rehashed by kinkys_sis

It was my birthday. Eighteen at last and out for a pub crawl with my college friends. Just a girlie thing, no guys along, which suited me fine, though none of my friends knew I was only into girls. I hadn’t yet dared to tell anyone.

The wine flowed freely, then we moved on to shots. God knows how many I’d had, but I was feeling every one of them. I told myself I needed to slow down, or it wouldn’t be long before I was well out of it.

Trish smacked my arm. “Carole, do you mind?”

I looked at her blankly through half-focused eyes. “What do I mind?” I said.

She leaned closer and said quietly, “You’ve got your hand on my leg. It’s getting a bit touchy-feely.”

I glanced down. Oh, hey, she was right. I took my hand away. “Sorry. Hadn’t noticed.”

“Well, if that’s what you do when you don’t notice, what exactly might you do if you do notice?”

She sounded just as drunk as I was. Before I could think up a clever comeback, she’d already turned the other way to answer something Babs had said.

The room was spinning. This wasn’t good. I breathed deep, hoping it would stop, but it only got worse.

“I need some air,” I said.

Nobody seemed to hear, and no one seemed to notice as I weaved away from the table. I pushed the door and carried on walking. Then bang! Fuck, that hurt. Or it would have if I’d been able to feel pain. What was wrong with the bloody door? I’d walked straight into it.

I staggered back, still clutching the handle, and of course, the door followed me. The stupid thing opened inward!

I could hear the waves on the beach. That and the light breeze made me feel better. I crossed the promenade, grimly took hold of the handrail, and somehow got down the steps.

The dizziness came back with a rush, and I almost fell. I needed to lie down, and fast.

There was a bench a short way away.  I fell onto it and rolled onto my back. High above me, two blurry images were laughing, presumably at me.

I closed my eyes, only vaguely conscious, just wanting to sleep. I wasn’t sure, but the laughter turned into voices, which seemed to be coming nearer.

“Look, do you think she’s alright?”

“Yeh, she’s okay. She just had too much to drink.”

I heard giggling. I couldn’t seem to open my eyes, but I knew it was two girls. They sounded very young.

“Do you think she looks sexy like that?”

I told myself I had one leg along the bench and the other hanging off the side. I tried to lift it up, but it didn’t want to move.

“Fucking hot, I’d say,” was the answer.

“Hey, look from here. You can see her knickers.”

“Yeh, but not much. Think she’ll notice if I lift her skirt up?”

“Nah, she’s out of it. Go on, do it.”

I barely felt it, but I knew my skirt was moving. I fought to resist, but only in my head. My body wasn’t responding to the signals. Panic was rising in my chest. Or was I about to spew?

“Oh, fuck. Nice panties.”

“Her legs’re bloody gorgeous.”

Somehow, just for a second, I got an eye open. Through the haze, I saw two young girls. I mean like eleven or twelve. My eye closed again.

“Well, you can look at her legs. I like her pussy.”

How the fuck could two kids be talking about me that way? But then, it was pretty exciting. If they wanted to look, fine. Whatever turned them on. Not that I could put up a struggle anyhow.

“C’mon, Luce, let’s get a proper look.”

“You’re a dirty little sod. You getting horny?”

“Yeh. What about you?”

There was no answer, but I felt fingers at the front of my panties, then a cool breeze, and I knew she’d uncovered me.

“Oh, wow! Look at her pussy lips, Luce. Touch ’em, I dare you.”

The finger grazed me. “Ooh, she feels hot.”

“Let me feel.”

Another finger pressed a little harder than the first one, then it moved, tracing along my lips. I clearly felt the tingle in my pussy.

“Whad’ya think?”

“She’s not just hot. She’s wet, too.”

“Either she’s been naughty already, or she likes us touching. Think I can open her pussy, Sam?”

“Yeh, put your finger in.”

“No, we gotta go slow or she might wake up. I’ll just open it.”

“Gawd, I can see her clit. Look how big it is!”

“Hey, Sam, maybe you shouldn’t…”

“Why the fuck not? What’s the point otherwise?” Then I felt the finger tickling my clit.

My hips twitched. I couldn’t help it. Suddenly my body had decided it could move – though of its own accord, not because I wanted it to.

“Shit, look! She likes it. She moves just like you do.”

Now the finger was sliding inside me. My vagina clamped down on it, and I let out a whimper.

“We better go, Sam. She might wake up.”

“Bollocks. She likes it, I can see.”

The finger slowly began to fuck my pussy. Fuck, it did feel good, even if it was just two kids having fun. Then it hit me – I was being molested by little girls!

The girl fingering me said, “Pull my knickers down, Luce. Play with my pussy.”

“What, here? You nuts or something?”

“Nobody can see. I need fucking.”

A leg brushed against my arm, which was hanging down from the bench. I wanted to touch it, but was frightened of scaring the girls away.

I heard a sigh. “Yeh, that’s better. Fuck me good, Luce.”

The finger in my pussy moved faster. My body was responding, my hips meeting the thrust of her fingers. I loved hearing these youngsters talking dirty.

“She likes it, Sam. D’ya think she’ll come?”

“Yeh, course she will. So will I, pretty soon. Don’t stop.”

“Sam! What the fuck are you doing?”

I felt hair tickle my thighs, then a hot puff of breath. Would she? Her lips encircled my clit and sucked. My body jerked, but it didn’t scare her off.

This girl’s ministrations seemed to be reviving me. My hand felt for the girl’s leg. It must be Luce, I figured. I curled my fingers around her shin and then started to slide upwards.

“Luce, why’d you stop touching me?”

“Oh my God, she’s awake. She’s holding my leg.”

“Well, good for her.” Sam went back to nursing my clit.

My hand continued up to the front of Luce’s panties. I was between her legs, rubbing the crotch, feeling how wet she was. I pulled the panties aside and my fingers went straight into her slit. She was so wet, my finger just slipped inside while my thumb searched for her clit.

I clearly heard Luce groan when I rubbed her, and she turned herself towards me. Hooking my finger inside her, I pulled the girl even closer.

Sam’s face lifted up. “You like us fucking you, sister? Hey, what’s your name?”

“Carole,” I managed to groan.

“Well, Carole, are you ready to come yet? I sure am!”

“Soon.”

My dizziness had gone, and I was on cloud nine. A little girl was about to make me come, and I had my finger up another girl’s pussy. What the fuck am I doing? I thought. Well, who fucking cares? This is my birthday present from heaven.

Luce’s legs were trembling, her slender hips banging against my thrusting hand. She was leaking so much I felt the tickle of it running down my forearm. She was going to come first, I could tell.

In a rather shaky voice, I said, “She’s coming, Sam.”

Sam nodded, but didn’t stop what she was doing. Luce’s pussy gripped my finger, and she started shaking. A warm spurt of fluid ran down my arm, and I heard a little shriek.

It was too much, and it tipped me over the edge. I had just enough time to gasp, “Now, Sam. Fuck me harder!” before the orgasm took hold of me. Oh, how I loved this little girl!

Obviously, Luce had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing to Sam, so I knew she hadn’t climaxed yet. I pulled her up. “Turn around and sit on my face.”

“Yeh, way to go.” Her leg swung over me and her pussy came down hard on my open mouth.

I went straight for her clit with my tongue, one hand at her pussy and the other caressing her arse. She pushed back when I tickled her rosebud, so I knew she’d had it there before. My finger easily pushed past the little resistance, and I was buried deep in her hot arsehole.

She bent over and went back to my clit. I wasn’t sure that I could come again, but was happy to try. I saw Luce move away before I felt another hand pushing under me. Somehow I managed to lift a leg, and she held it up as she groped, searching for my cunt, then plunged her fingers into me, driving them in and out. Now, I knew I was going to come again.

I felt Sam tightening, pressing down harder, taking me deeper. Then it was her turn to shake. Such a sexy little bugger.

It wasn’t long before they both brought me to my second orgasm, one of the most powerful I could remember having.

I lay back, gasping for breath and cuddling Sam’s arse.

Lucie said, “Sam, we have to go, it’s late.”

Slowly, Sam climbed off, and I struggled to sit up. Things only spun a little. My vision cleared and I got my first proper look at my two girls. My hand flew to my mouth. They were so young, so beautiful.

Sam put a hand to mine. “Don’t be mad with us, now. Can’t say you didn’t enjoy that.”

“I’m mad, yes, but not with you two. Actually, I’ve gone mad. And I’m in love with you both.”

It was then I heard a voice in the distance, shouting, “Carole? Carole, are you out here?”

I saw my purse, God knows how I hadn’t lost it. Digging around inside, I took out a card and handed it to Sam. “Give me a ring anytime.”

The voice shouted my name again. It was getting closer. Sam leaned over, gave me a quick kiss, and told Luce, “You kiss her, too,” and she did.

They went to go, but Sam turned back again. “I’ll call. That’s a promise.” Then they ran.

An instant later, Trish came around the corner.

“Oh my God, Carole, there you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” She sat down beside me and took my hand, moving it to her leg. “You still want to feel? I decided I liked the idea. Consider it a bonus present.”

Fuck, what a birthday!

***

It was late afternoon two days later when Sam called. I didn’t recognise the number that came up on my phone, but the moment she spoke, I knew it was her.

“Hi, sexy Carole,” she began, “it’s Sam from the other night. Or maybe you don’t want to talk to a kid, now you’re not drunk as fuck. You can tell me to get lost.”

“No, I’m glad you called, though I probably shouldn’t be,” I said. “I mean, you’re only like – what? – eleven or twelve, maybe? You seemed to know what you were doing for somebody so young.”

She had a sparkly laugh. “It’s twelve, actually… and Luce and me’ve been fucking each other for like a year. So, yeh, I think I know what I’m doing. But I wanted to ask. Who was that girl who came looking for you? Is that your girlfriend? I’m sorry, but … no, I’m not sorry at all! I saw you play with her pussy, so I kinda wondered … but I don’t know. You didn’t really seem that close.”

It was my turn to laugh. “No, Trish isn’t my girlfriend. She said letting me touch her up was my birthday present, that’s all. I don’t have a girlfriend. Why do you ask? You’re not jealous?”

“No!” she said, a little too quickly. “But I was sort of hoping you’d want to see me again. You did fuck Luce’s pussy, and you got your tongue in mine … I thought we might properly fuck together, now that you’re not drunk.”

“You want my fingers in your cunt? And both of us naked? Tell me.”

There was laughter in her voice. “You wouldn’t be asking me if there wasn’t a chance, huh? So yeah, I’m asking. I would like for us to be naked together. Somewhere nice and comfy like, not on the beach in the dark where we can’t properly see each other. Where we can really fuck.” Before I could answer, she carried on. “Or are you just teasing me because I’m a kid?”

“Not at all. I haven’t stopped thinking about how your lips and tongue felt the other night, and I want to feel that again. And I want to see you lying in front of me without any clothes on. Happy now?”

“Fuck! You really mean it. I seriously thought you were gonna tell me to piss off when I called.”

By then, I was squeezing my thighs together. “I’ve got my own place in the town centre. So the only question is when.”

“Huh. I thought you’d still be living at home.”

“It’s only a small flat near my college. My dad pays the rent.”

“That’s seriously cool. What if I grab a quick shower and dinner, then come over? I could be there by seven. I only live five, maybe ten minutes away from you.”

I gave Sam the address and told her, “I’ll be waiting.” She giggled – the first sign of how young she really was, but I loved the sound of it.

“Are you as turned on as I am, Sam? Listen, you need to go before I start playing with myself. I’ll see you later.”

She laughed again. “Yeah, it’s better we wait. Bye, my sexy Carole.”

I held the phone, watching it shake in my hand. I hoped I wasn’t letting myself in for a whole load of grief. Somehow, I didn’t think so. I had the feeling I could trust her.

 ***

For at least the tenth time, I glanced nervously at the clock. It was now eight minutes past seven. Maybe she hadn’t been able to get away after all. I almost jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound of the bell.

I opened the door, and there she was, standing before me. I hadn’t given it much thought, but clearly Sam had – she was wearing a hooded jacket that covered her head. No one seeing her arrive would know how young she was.

I smelled her shower freshness as she passed me. She didn’t turn around until she’d removed the jacket, then I stopped her from coming closer. “Let me look at you a moment.”

She was gorgeous, much more so than I’d thought from our first encounter. Half of her light brown hair hung to her shoulders. The other half was clipped behind her head. She liked the semi-wild look. It was sexy as hell.

Sam was staring down at the floor. Gone was the confidence and aggression from two nights ago. With her hair framing her face, only her lips really showed..  and they were oh, so kissable. I wanted to grab her right away. Instead, I let my eyes travel downwards. The girl’s nipples, obviously aroused under my gaze, stood erect through her t-shirt. The small swells of her breasts were just visible. The very short skirt she wore revealed a pair of slim, coltish legs.

“Sam, look at me, please,” I said.

What I was thinking must have shown on my face, because her doubtful look changed to a smile. We took a step towards each other, reaching out until we drew into an embrace. I kept my eyes fastened on hers as our bodies met.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, lowering my lips to hers.

She reached up, touching my lips with a finger to hold me back. “So are you, but I already knew that.” Taking her finger away, she drew closer. “Now you can kiss me.”

I’ve read writers who’ve used the expression “a kiss to die for”. I’d never quite understood what it meant, but I did now. This girl knew how to kiss. Tenderness, then passion, then abandon. Her sensuality caused my pulse to surge. I let myself drown in the feeling.

I was aware of her searching hands – one pulling my top free from my skirt, followed by fingers on my bare back, the other squeezing a breast. I knew then, young as she was, Sam would be the one to lead the way.

I hadn’t given much thought to my own inexperience, taking it for granted it would be me, the older one, who would take things forwards. Now I knew I’d been mistaken. Once Sam recognised my approval and desire, she assumed control. Her tender age had lost all meaning… and I could live with that.

I began to lift her t-shirt, but she broke our kiss, staying my hand. “Let’s go to bed. Take me there. I want to show you what I can do — what we can do.” Her voice was a husky growl.

I took her hand, my lips still only a sliver away from hers. “It’s all I want,” I told her.

“I know,” she said, then gave me a quick peck. “C’mon.”

Sam barely gave my bedroom a glance before turning back to me. “We undress each other – together.” She reached for the uppermost of the three buttons that fastened my top. I began to raise her t-shirt, but paused when she drew a nail down the valley between my breasts. I gave an involuntary shudder at this new experience.

Then she raised her arms high, and I pulled her t-shirt off. My eyes fastened on her small but perfect breasts as they came into view. Looking up, I half-expected to see her seeking my approval. On the contrary: I was met with a knowing look and a sly grin. She knew I liked what I saw.

I took a moment to study Sam’s breasts and her jutting nipples, almost trembling at the sight. This girl wasn’t far from perfection.

Her fingers were back at my buttons, unfastening the remaining two. She pushed my top past my shoulders, then cupped my bare breasts. I barely heard her utter, “Shit! I knew they’d be exactly what I wanted.”

My top fell to the floor, and she reached for the fastener of my skirt. I followed suit, although my eyes were still fixed on her tits.

Both our skirts fell at the same time. I had on my sexiest pair of knickers, which I was wearing for the first time. I’d been saving them for a special occasion I knew would come someday. Now it had.

I wasn’t sure what I expected her to be wearing, but nothing hadn’t occurred to me. She laughed gleefully at my astonishment.

“I took them off before I rang your doorbell,” she said. “They’re in my skirt pocket if you want them, but they’re probably still wet.”

She pushed me towards the bed. “Lie down, and I’ll take your knickers off.”

I eased myself back onto the bed, and we stared at each other for a moment. I already knew what I thought of this beauty standing naked in front of me, and I could see the pleasure in her eyes and face as she studied my body.

She pushed my legs apart and lay down in between them. Her hair, hanging around her face, tickled my thighs as she kissed them. She worked slowly upward, going from one leg to the other until she reached my mound. Her lips pressed into my centre while her fingers gently explored me through my knickers, her breath hot through the thin material. Then she took hold of the elastic and slowly eased them down.

I tensed, waiting for Sam’s touch, yet still gasped when her lips kissed my exposed pussy. I had to lift my arse for her to pull my knickers free. Her mouth never left my cunt, yet she somehow managed to finish undressing me.

The hot breath on my flesh travelled higher, moving through my neatly trimmed bush until she was kissing my tummy. I ran my fingers through her hair, wondering what she would do next.

It was a surprise when Sam got on top of me, the girl’s hair almost concealing her face. She reached for my breasts with both hands, taking hold of each nipple and pulling quite hard, enough to make me squeal. Then she kissed them, one after the other.

Then I felt those soft lips sucking a nipple into the warmth of her mouth. My cunt clenched in response. My senses were already going mad with need. She laughed as she crawled further up my body, pausing as she looked down into my eyes.

We kissed – those wonderful, sensual lips again – as she pressed herself between my thighs. Her pussy came hard against mine and, more from instinct than awareness, I spread my legs further apart to strengthen the contact.

Her hips undulated against me, and I did my best to follow the movement. She had one elbow beside my chest to prop herself up, using her hand to massage my breast. I felt the other hand snaking down to slip beneath my arse. Taking a firm grip, she pulled me up hard to crush her pussy into mine.

I clutched her with both hands, and so we fucked – the glorious rhythm of our grinding cunts, lubricated by  our combined juices.

I began to gasp for breath. My chest tightened. My toes curled. My fingers dug into her arse as I tried to pull her inside my pulsing cunt.

I wasn’t aware of her breaking our kiss until I heard her pant, “A-are you ready?”

I couldn’t answer – I was straining too hard, pushing towards climax. Then I heard my shriek as my body convulsed.

Our pussies seemed to vibrate together. I could hear myself moan and Sam laugh as we forced our bodies together, prolonging our shared orgasm as long as we could. With one last shudder, she collapsed into my waiting arms.

Playing with Sam’s hair, I trailed a hand up and down her back as she nuzzled and kissed my neck.

Then she jerked her head up. “So… sexy Carole, what did you think? Did we fuck good?”

I carefully brushed Sam’s hair away from her face. “I don’t think you need to ask. I never felt so … well, I just never.”

Her face took on a slightly more serious look. “I gotta go soon. Can I come back? How about Saturday? We can fuck all day.”

“You can come anytime you want. But what about Luce? Isn’t she your girlfriend?”

“No, we just like to fuck.” She grinned. “You want us to be girlfriends? Or is it stupid for you to have one as young as me?”

I gave her a quick kiss. “No, Sam. It’s not stupid.”

Besides, there was nothing about this girl that would lead anyone to suspect she was only twelve. I was the novice in this relationship, and I was more than happy to have her as my teacher … and my girlfriend.

The End