Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A (formerly) brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.

Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.

Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.

In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.

When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.

Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.

Ann recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They were in bed and making love when Ann glanced up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette didn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann was mesmerized — and turned on, in spite of herself.

The next day, Ann was approached by Coralie, who briefly exposed herself, then admitted that she was attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann was shocked, but promised to keep the girl’s secret. Later, Ann brings herself to orgasm remembering that time with Colette – and Coralie.

The next morning, Ann is awakened by her granddaughter Poppy, who she will be looking after that day while Jess takes Alice and Katie to the dentist. After awhile, Ann notices the seven-year-old behaving in a very strange way. First, while reading, she notices that the child is naked beneath her skirt and surreptitiously rubbing her bare slit. Taken aback, she decides to take a bath, which is interrupted by Poppy, who insists on sharing the tub with her grandmother and soaping her breasts.

When Jess returns with the older girls, she has a stern chat with Poppy after Ann mentions having bathed with her. But when Poppy asks for a kiss, Jess can’t resist the chance to go down on her little girl.

Later that night, Jess phones her sister Laura, asking her to keep an eye on Poppy the next day. Laura will be looking after the girls while Jess and Rachel are on a one-night trip to London. The sisters end up having a very stimulating round of phone sex before turning in for the night.

The London trip is a rousing success for Rachel and Jess. During their stay in a posh hotel, they end up having a sex party with Dominique, an Asian friend of Rachel’s who runs a sex shop and loves to demonstrate the toys she sells, and Valentina, a Slovenian immigrant who works as a maid in the hotel. She delivers a bottle of champagne to the room and is subsequently enticed into her first lesbian experience.

Meanwhile, back home, Ann and her daughter Laura are having a frank late night discussion about lesbian sex. They both turn in, and a very aroused Ann is about to fondle herself to orgasm when Laura knocks. She doesn’t feel like being alone, and asks if they can share a bed. Ann agrees, but is surprised when Laura strips naked before getting beneath the blanket, claiming she always sleeps that way.

Ann awakens a few hours later. Laura is sleeping soundly, so Ann takes the opportunity to masturbate. But in spite of her efforts to avoid waking her daughter, she gets a shock when Laura takes over and begins to finger her. Ann is so overwhelmed by arousal and surprise that she allows herself to be seduced. Giving in to impulse, Ann lets Laura go down on her, then returns the favor.

Afterwards, Ann is more confused than ever, but can’t deny how good the sex was. In fact, they are on the verge of making love again when they are interrupted by a certain girl of seven. It’s Poppy, who is thrilled to bits to see her aunt and grandmother naked and in bed together. Quickly removing her nightie, the nude child asks permission to join them.

Now that Poppy has let the cat out of the bag, Laura is forced to confess everything to her mother — all the incestuous activities Jess and Rachel’s families have been indulging in for the last few months. Ann is appalled, yet fascinated, and can’t help but stay and watch as Poppy performs oral on her aunt. Then, before Ann knows it, Poppy is between her legs, licking her to a massive orgasm. Afterwards, Laura hints that Ann should pleasure her granddaughter the same way, but Ann can’t bring herself to go that far.

They settle down, the three of them… and though Ann is buffeted by all kinds of crazy, confused emotions, she somehow manages to fall asleep.

And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

As the morning light found Ann Clark’s eyelids, they fluttered open until the red 7:15 of the bedside clock came into focus. There was a narrow column of light on the wall, the sun insinuating itself through a slight opening in the curtains. Funny, she mused. I thought I left those open.

The weight and warmth of another body against hers prompted a sudden, shocking awareness that she was not alone in bed… and the memory of the previous night came back in a dizzying rush.

She turned from the clock to be greeted by the naked form of her youngest granddaughter. Poppy lay on her front, partially draped over her – one arm strewn across Ann’s midriff and a leg hooked over hers, the child’s knee resting near Ann’s vulva. Her left hand was lightly pinned lay beneath Poppy’s thin frame, and she soon became aware that the girl’s pubis was touching her knuckles. Glancing over her shoulder, Ann saw her equally naked daughter Laura, dozing soundly.

A delicious warm glow rippled through her as she recalled the pleasure these two angels had given her mere hours ago, then the reality of the situation brought on a wave of uneasiness.

My God, I had sex with my daughter… then with my granddaughter! It almost feels like a dream. But it wasn’t. How does one deal with something like this in the cold light of day?

Not wanting to risk awakening Poppy by freeing her arm, Ann used the right hand to rub her eyes, then took a moment to study her sleeping granddaughter. She recalled how the little minx had begged for a kiss — a real kiss, like you just gave Auntie Laura…

Ann traced her lips with a fingertip as she remembered Poppy’s far from childish kiss. Her mouth was so soft and sweet, and the way her tongue played with mine… I’ve never had a kiss quite like it. 

And who taught her to kiss that way? she wondered. One of her sisters? Laura? Maybe… Jess? She pictured it: her eldest daughter, still fairly new to the lesbian lifestyle, cradling her little girl, both of them naked. Their mouths were playing lovely games together, tongues flickering back and forth, mother and daughter exchanging whispered words of love between kisses.

Why was she thinking like this? More to the point, why did this image of Jessica and Poppy cause a deep-banked warmth to pulse beneath her belly? Out of nowhere, Laura’s words from earlier echoed in her head: We want to make you part of this. We all do. 

It put Ann in mind of her conversation with Coralie; when the young French girl told Ann how much she wanted to have sex with her mother. The child even expressed a desire to join Colette and Ann while they were making love. Instead, Coralie had masturbated while watching them fuck, unbeknownst to her mum. Confronted by the girl’s longings, Ann was shocked, yet oddly aroused. Since then, she’d wondered more than once if she ought to have said something to dissuade Coralie from such thoughts.

After last night, the thought of Coralie and her mother entwined in an intimate embrace didn’t seem so terrible, especially after what she’d done with Laura. But the invitation for her to join this “Family Fuck Club,” as Poppy had called it… that was a step too far.

Or so she’d thought, just a few hours ago.

Now, in the light of day, Ann found herself wondering: what was it like to have sex with one’s entire family?

When Laura told her about what Jess, Rachel and their daughters had got up to, she’d mentioned catching them all in a full-on orgy. Laura was just about to describe what she saw, but Ann quickly made her stop. Now I’m curious, she admitted to herself. What could it have been like? How would I have responded, had it been me who caught them in the act?

Christ, what if I dropped by next week and found them all at it? Ann shivered at the thought. They’d want me to strip off and join in! My formal initiation into The Family Fuck Club.

She sighed. Then again, haven’t I already been initiated, in a way? First, I had sex with my daughter… oh, I fought it at first, but ended up giving in. God, she’s an incredible lover! If it was just with her, I could see myself maybe going to bed with Laura again, incest or not.

But then Poppy joined us… and my entire bloody world got turned inside out. I actually let my seven-year-old granddaughter go down on me! No point in lying to myself – I’m already halfway to joining this club, whether I intended to or not.

Turning onto her side, Ann studied the two naked bodies, now illuminated by fragments of golden sunlight: the gentle curve of Poppy’s pert little bum, then Laura’s leg, bent enough to expose her shaven mound.

A sudden rush of warmth went through Ann at the sight. The image of Poppy nestled between her legs was still vivid, enough to feel as if it had just happened. She closed her eyes to picture it. Her eyes shining with love, nose buried in my pubes, Poppy’s lovely little tongue working its magic… 

Then there was that kiss she gave me. Ann absently palmed a breast as she remembered the taste of the child’s mouth, the softness of Poppy’s lips. I wouldn’t mind kissing her like that again. 

A twinge of guilt made itself felt as Ann thought about how she’d refused to return the pleasure Poppy had given her. She didn’t perform oral on Gina, her first lesbian partner, out of uncertainty, but she’d repaid Colette’s loving in kind, going down on the woman and discovering she enjoyed it. That was someone she’d only known for days, yet she hadn’t allowed herself to bestow that love on her own granddaughter.

Of course, the fact that Poppy IS my granddaughter, not to mention only seven, is a very good reason not to perform a sexual act on her. And yet… damn it all, I did it with my own daughter! And Laura was absolutely right – I didn’t put up much resistance. 

So, honestly… would it really be that much worse if I chose to love my granddaughter in the same way? 

Glancing down at Poppy again, admiring the child’s nudity. Ann felt a stirring in her loins. It would make her happy. Isn’t that what I’ve always wanted for the girls?

Poppy’s slit was still resting against the top of Ann’s hand. She felt her pulse begin to accelerate as she pressed that hand into the mattress, rotating her wrist slowly so as not to wake the sleeping angel. Finally, Ann’s palm was facing upwards. Poppy had only stirred a bit, then settled down.

Curling her middle finger, Ann felt its tip slide easily into Poppy. She began to move that finger around a bit. Poppy shifted about, responding to her grandmother’s touches in the midst of slumber.

Ann sought out Poppy’s clitoris. It took a moment, but she soon found the tiny button of flesh and began to gently manipulate it, moving her fingertip in tiny circles. I’m doing this, she told herself, amazed by her boldness. I’m really doing it!

Still dozing, the child’s movements grew increasingly restless. Poppy’s lips parted, a whimper emerged. Ann was enthralled by the sight of the little girl in the midst of sexual pleasure. It brought back memories of Coralie and the attraction she felt for Colette’s daughter… the longing she’d never permitted herself to acknowledge. Until now.

That was when Ann knew for certain that she wanted this – to make love to Poppy.

Tucking the other hand between her own legs, Ann began to masturbate, stroking herself and Poppy at the same time. She felt the onset of that slow, intoxicating rise toward climax, but then the child stirred again, This time, she seemed on the verge of waking.

Startled, Ann quickly flattened her hand, keeping it as still as possible beneath the little girl’s body.

Poppy opened her eyes a little, then blinked as she noticed where she was. Seeing her grandmother’s face looking down at hers, she pushed herself into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes as Ann took her arm back.

Stretching herself, Poppy gave her gran an adoring smile. “Morning, Nonna!” she chirped.

Ann put a finger to her lips, pointing to the dozing Laura, and quietly said, “Hello, sweetheart.”

Poppy glanced behind to see her aunt sleeping, then shifted her attention to Ann’s nudity. The sight made her blush a bit. “Er, Nonna? You know the stuff we did last night?”

Deciding the time for reticence had passed, Ann smiled. “I remember, pumpkin.”

“Um… you’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Why would I be angry, little one?” Ann replied, placing a hand on the child’s warm thigh.

“Cause… cause maybe we did things you didn’t really want. Sex things. Mummy says that’s bad to do.”

Ann wrapped both arms around her granddaughter. “No, no – don’t fret, my sweet. You did something very lovely for me. I’m only sorry I didn’t return the favour.”

Poppy gazed up at Ann. “That’s okay, Nonna. I understand. You were scared.”

It amazed Ann that a girl of seven could be so perceptive. She sat back, taking Poppy’s hand between hers. “What about now, then? Would you like me to… to kiss you there?”

Poppy’s eyes lit up. “Really, Nonna? Does that mean you want to – to join the club?”

“Shush. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet. All I’m saying is, I was scared to do it last night, but that wasn’t fair. I should have loved you like you did me… and now I want to. Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes, Nonna – more than anything.”

“Okay, then. Why don’t we swap places? Oh, and let’s be careful not to wake Laura just yet.” Ann crept down to the foot of the bed, then Poppy stretched out where her gran had just been, spreading her legs wide apart.

Reaching out to stroke her granddaughter’s thighs, Ann ran her hands upward until they framed Poppy’s bare slit. She placed a thumb on either side of the sweet pink cleft, then gently spread it open.

The sight was breathtaking. Ann studied the rosy interior of the vagina as if it was a completely new sight to her – which it was, in a way. She had never examined a little girl’s sex this closely, or thought of it as the object of sexual desire. But now it was.

It’s so beautiful, so perfect. I’m going to love doing this.

Taking her hands away, Ann used her index finger to lightly brush the tiny button of Poppy’s clitoris, causing the child to gasp. She used a firmer touch, looking up to see her granddaughter’s body shiver. Poppy’s eyes were wide, and she seemed to be holding her breath.

Placing her finger against the entrance of the seven-year-old’s vagina, Ann slid the tip inside just a little, surprised by how easy it was. She began to move in and out, never going deeper than an inch or so, worried she might injure the girl.

Poppy raised her head. “You can go in more, Nonna,” she urged. “It won’t hurt me.”

Ann hesitated, then did as the child wanted, carefully going deeper until she’d fully penetrated her, right up to the third knuckle. Wondering who in the family had taken Poppy’s virginity, she twisted her finger, amazed at how hot and juicy she was inside. Is that normal for a girl her age? Ann wondered.

A moment later, she withdrew a glistening finger, tentatively bringing it to her mouth. At first she touched the tip of her tongue to the tip, sampling the nectar as if it was the finest wine, but her taste buds cried out for more and she popped the finger into her mouth to savour the rest.

When no more of the child’s essence remained, Ann drew closer, dipping down to apply her mouth to the bare slit, pushing her stiffened tongue between the small, almost hidden labia to enter Poppy’s vagina. Once inside, she breathed deeply of the intimate scent, letting it fill her head. Mixed with the tangy flavour of her granddaughter’s sex, it made Ann giddy, like some strange and wonderful new liquor.

Ann continued her slow and gentle probing until Poppy began to squirm about, clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle whatever sounds she was making.

Oh, my God… I think she’s coming!

It was a strange thing, seeing a girl of seven in the throes of sexual ecstasy, but all that mattered to Ann was pleasing Poppy; returning the same sweet gift the child had given to her.

When Poppy’s ecstatic thrashing made it difficult to continue licking her slit, Ann raised herself up, placing two fingers against the shivering girl’s sex, doing what she could to keep those good feelings going for her granddaughter. Poppy’s eyes were tightly closed, and a high-pitched hum came from beneath her hand as she fought to stay quiet.

Ann felt movement beside her. Glancing to the left, she saw Laura stir. Poppy’s exuberance and the movement of the bed must have roused her.

Opening her eyes, Laura had a blurred glimpse of her niece lying back against a couple of the pillows with a hand over her mouth, with her mother kneeling between Poppy’s feet.

She struggled into a sitting position. “What – what’s going on?” Glancing from one to the other, Laura tried to work out what had awakened her. Her mum’s expression was a strange one, halfway between surprise and embarrassment. As her vision cleared, she looked down at Poppy, quickly recognising the flush of orgasm. It seemed Poppy had just climaxed, but how.

Getting to her knees, Poppy threw both arms around Ann. “Thank you, Nonna,” she murmured. “That was lovely.”

For a moment, Laura was confused. Then the penny dropped. “Mum, did you just…?”

Ann smiled, cradling the nude child to her. “Yes, dear, we did… and it was beautiful.”

Suddenly wide awake, Laura looked from the older woman to the little girl. “Wait, wait. Last night you were having serious doubts about our, our new family arrangement… and now you’re having sex with Poppy? Did she…?”

Shaking her head, Ann replied, “No, Laura, it was my idea. I wanted to return the favour.”

“So… what changed since last night?”

“Let’s just say I gave some more consideration to what we discussed. You were serious… what you said about you, Jess, Rachel and the girls? And you want me to be part of it?”

“Absolutely, Mum! We were talking about getting you involved while you were still on the cruise.”

Ann sighed. “It’s just that I keep asking myself what kind of mother – or grandmother, for that matter – would get herself involved in something like this.”

“A very loving and supportive one,” Laura replied.  “We’re just taking the loving part a bit further.”

“It’s true, Nonna!” chirped Poppy, raising her head from Ann’s breast, looking up to meet her gran’s eyes. “We love each other more than ever!”

“Our family is still the same,” Laura continued, “only we’re closer than before; happier and more fulfilled. You deserve to be part of it. You are a part of it. What happened just now with Poppy… couldn’t it mean that you’ve already made the decision?”

“I…” Ann was at a loss, taken aback by her daughter’s words.

“Listen, Mum,” Laura continued, “once you’d had it off with Gina, then the woman on the cruise… what was her name?”

“Colette,” Ann murmured.

“Colette, that’s it. And it was amazing, you said so yourself. Which means it was only going to be a matter of time before you found yourself looking for another hook-up.”

“Really, Laura!” Ann protested. “You make me sound like a – a fallen woman. I do have concerns other than sex, you know.”

“Of course. But answer me this. You left the cruise two weeks ago. Can you honestly say that you haven’t thought about Colette several times a day since then? How many times have you touched yourself up while picturing yourself with her – or some other attractive woman? Given any thought to ringing up Gina again, maybe taking her out on a real date?” Laura paused. “Because that’s what happens to women, Mum, once they get a taste for the lesbian life.”

Ann sat quietly, trailing her fingers through Poppy’s golden tresses. “You’re right,” she eventually said. “I’m constantly thinking about sex these days… and always, always with women.”

“But that’s good, Nonna!” Poppy declared, still hugging as much of Ann as her little arms could reach, “Sex with women is the best kind of all!”

“You’re right, dearest,” said Ann, pausing to bury a kiss in her grandchild’s hair before meeting Laura’s gaze. “For weeks I’ve been lying to myself, thinking, You’re not queer; no, not you. It’s just an experiment; you’ve tried it out, now go back to your normal life.” She shook her head. “No more. It’s time to admit it… I’m a lesbian.”

“Yay!” cheered Poppy.

“Good for you, Mum,” Laura murmured.

“But we’re talking about more than being gay, aren’t we? This is incest. Making love with members of my own family! You have to understand, Laura… this isn’t an easy line for me to cross.” Catching herself, she added, “What am I saying…? I’ve already crossed it! And now I’m being asked to cross that line again… with the rest of the family!” She centred her attention on Laura. “You’re saying that Jessica… she wants to, to fuck me.”

“Nonna! Language!” Poppy squealed, then burst into giggles. Ann playfully tousled the child’s hair.

“She does, Mum,” said Laura. “I can’t remember who had the idea first, but we both agreed on it. Rachel, too.”

“Fair enough.” Ann looked down at Poppy, still nestled in her arms. “So, little one… do your sisters feel the same way? They want to make love with me?”

Wearing a mischievous grin, the child said, “Yes, they do. And it’s okay for you to say ‘fuck’, Nonna. If that’s what we’re doing, it’s silly not to use the right word for it.”

Making a face, Ann said, “Somehow, I’m more uncomfortable hearing my seven-year-old granddaughter use that word than knowing I just went down on her.” She gave Poppy a squeeze. “You go ahead and say what you want, sweetheart. Your old gran is doing what she can to adjust her ways of thinking.” Looking up at Laura, she said, “I am trying to understand… and I admit to enjoying what we did, last night and just now. But having sex on a regular basis with everyone in the family? It’s – it’s overwhelming. I can’t take it all in at once.”

Laura slowly nodded. “Believe me, I understand. I freaked out when I stumbled in on that orgy Jess, Rachel and all the girls were having. Jess tried her best to explain, but I was too shocked to take it in… so we decided to leave off and turn in for the night. I had no idea what I was going to do the next morning.

“Then later, just around dawn, when I caught Poppy, Katie and Cindy having sex, I… I couldn’t take my eyes off them. It didn’t seem perverse or wrong at all. And before I knew it, the girls had me stripped off, we were making love, and it was so fucking good… Christ, I still don’t have the words to describe it.

“I still wasn’t ready to commit myself, though. Instead, I took some time on my own to think about it all. After a few days, I dropped by to discuss things with Jess… and when she made it clear that she wanted me too, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have her. So we fucked, and it was incredible.

“Then the next morning, when Poppy and Katie came back home from some birthday sleepover, Jess called for them to come upstairs and join us… The two of us were lying there stark naked, and the whole room reeked of pussy. The girls didn’t hesitate, just started stripping off.”

“We were excited!” Poppy told her gran. “Being with Auntie Laura was sooo good the first time. Me and Katie were always talking ‘bout how much we wanted to do sex with her again.”

“And just like that, my last piece of resistance melted away,” said Laura. “I knew then that I had to join in, to be a part of this. And deep down inside, I think you feel the same, Mum.”

Ann stared at her daughter, the realisation that Laura was right pushing aside any argument to the contrary. She knew she wanted to be a part of the family’s incestuous arrangement, but still felt as though she should seek out reasons not to.

“So you really do think I should join this ‘club,’ and have sex with you, Jess, Rachel and all the girls?”

Poppy spoke up. “It’s just like Auntie Laura said, Nonna! You’ve done it with her and me, so you already have joined!”

Ann had to smile. “Well, I suppose I can’t really argue with that logic. For now, at least, I guess I’m in.”

Both Laura and Poppy embraced her. “That’s wonderful, Mum,” Laura murmured. “Now you’ve seen the light, how do you feel about it?”

“Well… last night I held back from making love to Poppy, but I’ve just made up for that.” She smiled at granddaughter. “Wouldn’t you say so, sweetie?”

“You did, Nonna… and it was the best!”

“Thank you, dearest.” Bending down, Ann gave the child a kiss that quickly grew heated.

Laura thrilled to the sight of her mother and her seven-year-old niece swapping tongues. “Mmm, yes,” she whispered, absently cupping her breasts.

As Ann gently broke their kiss, Poppy cooed, “I love you, Nonna.”

“I love you too, baby girl,” Ann replied, then turned to Laura. “There. That’s Poppy sorted. Now, it’s your turn.” She placed a hand on her daughter’s thigh. “Laura, last night you made love to me, but all I did in return was give you an orgasm – and that’s just because I got caught up in the moment.” She drew closer. “Now I’m going to love you for real, dearest daughter… and this time, it’s because I want to.”

Before Laura could fully grasp the significance of her mother’s words, Ann had captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. But the younger woman was quick to respond, meeting and matching her mum’s passion.

Ann slid a hand down Laura’s neck to clasp a breast, giving it a light squeeze before descending further,  slipping between her daughter’s thighs. Laura broke away long enough to moan, “Christ, Mum!” as Ann dipped two fingers into her cunt, then their mouths crushed together once more.

Deploying a technique she’d learned from Colette, Ann wriggled and twisted her fingers about, massaging the walls of Laura’s vagina, occasionally teasing her g-spot.

Before very long, Laura was trembling all over, clearly on the cusp of orgasm… but Ann was determined to bring her daughter off with her mouth, just as she’d done for Poppy.

Breaking their kiss, she pushed her daughter back, rolling on top of Laura for another rough kiss before nuzzling a pathway down to her pussy. The rosy cleft was positively oozing wetness, and the rich, musky smell of it… Ann breathed it in, let the scent fill her head before leaning in to take that first luscious lick.

“Ohhhh… fuck, yes,” Laura breathed, a surge of warmth sweeping through her, a swelling of love that had the dazed lesbian on the verge of tears. By then, she was frantic with the need for release, but Mum refused to be rushed, pleasuring her daughter with a tenderness that slowly cooled Laura’s ardor without diminishing it.

Taking a long, deep breath, Laura made herself relax, allowing ecstasy to approach in its own time, knowing it would be incredible. The orgasm of a lifetime, probably.

As Poppy watched her grandmother loving Auntie Laura, the child began to feel a familiar warmth spread beneath her tummy, an invitation to join the fun. And Nonna’s outthrust bum, with her naughty bits on full display, was practically begging for attention…

Kneeling behind Ann, the child placed both hands on Gran’s big, beautiful bottom, bending down to adorn it with a sprinkling of kisses before carefully spreading the twinned globes apart. Poppy gave an awed sigh at what she saw. Nonna’s cunt is so pretty – like a pink flower! 

She loved to look at pussies up close – each one different, yet somehow the same. Of course, tasting them was even nicer…

Moistening her lips, Poppy drew closer, breathing in the thick scent of arousal as she pressed her lips into the juicy flesh of her gran’s pussy, followed by a probing tongue. She swirled it around a few times, then took a long, slow lick from Nonna’s cunt to the cleft of her anus. Yummy. 

Poppy threw herself into the task, using all the experience she’d acquired over the last few months to make her grandmother feel good. Making love is the best thing ever, she told herself. Makes me feel warm in my tummy, like I just ate a bowl of soup. 

By then, Laura was squirming, her need for release growing steadily. Mum’s languid licks had laid the fire, coaxed it forth, made it smolder. Now she was ready to explode into a roaring, white-hot inferno, but Ann was still holding back, only giving her clitoris the occasional teasing flick.

Opening her eyes, Laura was thrilled to see Poppy kneeling behind Ann, clearly feasting on her gran’s holes and loving it. An instant later, Mum’s lips found her clit, briefly sucking the swollen bud.

That set Laura off. A shockwave jerked her body, a choked cry escaped her throat, then she began to shake, mumbling, “Oh Mum, that’s s-so good, don’t stop, d-don’t you stop, ohhhhh my God, oh yes, YES!”

She went iron-rigid for ten seconds or thereabouts, her body bowed, arse raised up from the bed. With one hissing gasp for breath, Laura slowly collapsed, sinking like a deflating beach ball until she lay spent, her chest rising and falling.

Poppy had not been idle while Auntie Laura was having the good feelings. Now she was rimming her gran, probing Ann’s rosebud with her tongue while working four fingers into the woman’s vagina. If I can get my thumb in there, too…

Quickly arranging her hand in the duck’s bill shape Auntie Rachel had taught her, Poppy pushed a little harder until, with a liquid gulp, Nonna’s cunt swallowed it right up to the wrist.

Ann was placing feather-light kisses on her daughter’s flushed pudenda when Poppy’s hand plunged into her like a massive cock, bigger than anything she’d ever taken. She might have screamed, but the very air had been driven from her lungs. Somehow, she did manage to cover her mouth a few seconds later, just in time to muffle the sounds she made in the midst of a convulsive orgasm, perhaps the most intense Ann had ever known.

Moments later, as the three lovers rested, Ann spoke. “So, then… what happens next?”

Sporting a huge grin, Poppy jumped to her feet. “I know! It’s time to wake the others up!” The nude child raced to the bedroom door, yanked it open and disappeared into the hall, her bare feet pattering on the wooden floor.

Ann was staring at the doorway, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern. Laura stroked her mother’s arm. “Don’t worry, Mum. Just go with it. You’ll have a marvellous time, I promise.”

“I… I’ll do my best, dear,” Ann replied. The sound of Poppy’s excited voice down the corridor made her shiver. Oh, dear… what in heaven’s name have I gotten myself into?

Coming at some point, we swear: Chapter Forty-Three!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend. Doris does what she can to console Victoria.

The next day, Victoria tells of what happened after losing Nora. She was quickly married off to a man named William Shaw, who proved to be a bully and a drunkard. She managed to endure her marriage, gave birth to her three daughters, and ended up taking over her husband’s business as his drinking spiraled out of control. He died a couple of years later, and Victoria was free.

Back in the here and now, Victoria presents Doris with a startling proposition. Wanting her daughters to experience the delights of Sapphic love before they develop romantic attachments to boys, she gets Doris to admit her attraction to the girls, then asks her to pleasure Melinda and Sophia in the bath. Doris is shocked, but also quite eager to do as Victoria wants.

The following night, Doris undresses and joins the two youngest in the tub for the first time, where she caresses both Sophia and Melinda to orgasm, then allows Sophia to fondle her in the same way. Later that night, Doris visits Melinda’s room, where she licks the ten-year-old to another climax. When Victoria is informed the next day, she is well pleased. But her eldest daughter Becky, who isn’t yet privy to her mum’s seductive scheme, is growing suspicious.

Two nights later, Doris and the girls bathe again. This time, though, they agree to postpone their pleasurable games until later, meeting in Sophia’s room for a sleepover. There, Doris teaches her charges the ways of lesbian love. Melinda and Sophia are thrilled with all of it… and in the days after, seem to be spending quite a lot of private time together.

Soon thereafter, the situation with Becky comes to a head, when Victoria’s eldest explodes in anger at the dinner table, accusing Doris of getting up to “vile, wicked things” with her younger sisters in the bath. Victoria and Doris manage to calm her down, finally suggesting Becky join Melinda and Sophia in the tub that very night. Becky hesitantly agrees and, once naked with the others, proves quite willing to let herself be seduced. First Doris pleasures the two youngest, then brings Becky to orgasm in the bath while they watch Sophia and Melinda make love.

Later, when Doris turns in, Becky slips into the room, quickly undresses and gets into bed with her. She confesses her love for Doris, then they frantically bring each other off. While relaxing together in the afterglow, Victoria peeks in and, with an approving nod, wishes Becky and Doris a good night.

After that evening, Becky is at peace with the new family arrangement. It enables her to make love often with Doris, who is now enjoying sexual intimacy with the entire family. But Victoria wants more. She intends to accompany Doris the following night, the two of them paying nocturnal visits to the girls so Victoria can see for herself, “what you get up to with my daughters.”

Sure enough, the following evening finds Doris and Victoria visiting twelve-year-old Sophia, then nine-year-old Melinda in their respective bedrooms. Both girls are startled at first by the appearance of Victoria, but are quickly reassured, enough to allow Doris to make love to them while their mother watches. Victoria doesn’t join in the sexual activity, but she gives a deep tongue kiss to each girl before departing.

The youngest daughters tucked in for the night, Victoria and Doris pay a visit to Becky who is waiting in Doris’ room, completely naked and ready to play. Like her sisters, she is shocked to see her mother there, and even less certain how to react. But Victoria’s seductive skills carry the day, and soon all three are making passionate love. 

The next day, the entire family sets off on a seaside excursion. A lovely time is had, but on their return to Shadowglen, all are taken aback to see a large, unfamiliar automobile waiting outside. Only Victoria has an idea of who the car belongs to, and she isn’t pleased. Sure enough, the family enters to find Victoria’s parents, the Shacklefords, waiting in the parlor to see them.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

“Hello, Mother. Hello, Father.”

It was the first time I’d ever laid eyes on the Shacklefords, Victoria’s parents. Apart from a few grey strands, Mrs. Shackleford had the same fair hair as her daughter, and a similar cast to her features. It wasn’t hard to imagine she’d been just as beautiful in her day, although there was little of Victoria’s warmth in her demeanour.

Mr. Shackleford had an even sterner disposition. His brow was knitted into an uncompromising scowl, giving the impression the man was constantly on the verge of outrage.

“Who’ve we got here, then?” he said, peering behind Victoria. “Are those my granddaughters hiding back there? Come closer so I can see you.” He tried on a winning smile, and I was struck by how insincerely his face took to it.

“Say hello to your grandma and grandpa, girls,” Victoria said, ushering them into the lounge.

“Hello, Grandpa. Hello, Grandma,” the girls dutifully chanted, one after the other.

It didn’t seem like the warmest of reunions. The girls stood there awkwardly, unsure how to proceed. I had to wonder if they’d even met their grandparents before.

“Look how you’ve all grown,” Victoria’s mother said, surveying her granddaughters as if they were prize livestock. “You’re almost a woman, Rebecca! You look so much like Victoria when she was young. How old are you now, my dear?”

“Fourteen, Grandma. I’ll be fifteen soon.”

“Almost of an age to marry,” Mr. Shackleford said. I saw Victoria stiffen, but he either failed to notice or pretended not to. He gestured to Melinda with his cane. “And which one are you?”

Melinda looked bemused. “Pardon?”

“Your name, girl, your name.”

“Uh… I’m Melinda, Grandpa.”

“Yes, of course. I knew it was something like that. Belinda or Durinda or some such. Good old fashioned names like Mary or Susan seem to be falling out of favour these days. Still, that’s where we are, I suppose.”

Melinda seemed unsure how to respond to that, or even if she was meant to. She offered a timid smile instead.

“Is that little Sophia I see?” Mrs. Shackleford said. “Come, sit with me, child. Let me have a good look at you.”

Sophia approached, but not willingly. She’d reached an age where it made her bristle to be referred to by grownups as ‘little’, or ‘child’. She perched awkwardly on the couch next to her grandmother, wearing a tight smile that seemed more like a grimace.

Mrs. Shackleford gave her a quick pat on the knee. “Aren’t you a pretty thing. Why is your hair in such a state, though? Has it been neglected?”

“We’ve just come from the beach, actually,” Victoria said, the merest hint of frost in her voice. “We’re all a little dishevelled from our swim, aren’t we, girls?”

Thus far I’d maintained a respectable distance near the door, but now Victoria was coaxing me into the room. “Mother. Father. This is Doris. She’s the girls’ nanny, and my good friend.”

“It’s lovely to meet you both,” I said, resisting a sudden impulse to curtsey. Victoria’s parents seemed like the kind of people who might expect it.

Mrs. Shackleford looked me up and down, and I had the brief sense that I was a fly trapped in a web. “Goodness, Victoria. If you’d needed a nanny, I could have recommended one with a little more experience.”

“It won’t do to be over familiar with the staff, either,” Mr. Shackleford muttered disapprovingly. “Never ends well.”

Victoria offered a thin smile, clearly working to maintain some semblance of calm. “I’d prefer you didn’t talk about Doris as if she weren’t here.”

“No, it’s fine—” I began, but Victoria put a reassuring hand on my arm.

Clearly appalled, her father opened his mouth to speak, then opted to close it again.

Mrs. Shackleford cleared her throat. “Oh, I’m sure she’s very good at what she does.”

“She is,” Victoria said. “And the girls adore her. Will you be staying for supper?”

“We were on our way back from London,” Mr. Shackleford said. “We’d only planned to put our heads round the door, but we’ll stay for a bite to eat while we’re here, I suppose…”

“After all, we haven’t seen the girls in so long—” his wife began.

“I’m still talking, woman,” the man growled, giving his wife a look that could peel paint. He turned back to Victoria. “We’ll stay the night, too, if it’s all the same to you.”

I got the distinct impression it very much wasn’t all the same to Victoria. But there was nothing to be done about it now.

II

Given the lateness of the day, and the Shacklefords’ unannounced visit, there was no time to prepare a lavish evening meal, not that Victoria seemed in the mood for hosting an extravagant dinner party. If anything, she seemed intent on carrying on as if it were any other day at Shadowglen, and I had to wonder if that air of nonchalance was intended as some kind of slight towards her parents.

 

She decided we’d have the haggis I’d picked up from the butchers the previous day, and while that was boiling away, the five of us took the opportunity to shower and change into something more appropriate. Despite Victoria’s lack of enthusiasm for her parents’ visit, even she accepted it wouldn’t do to sit up to the dining table in beachwear, sand encrusted in our hair.

While Victoria and I finished supper in the kitchen – me peeling spuds and swedes for mash while she steamed a batch of greens – the girls kept their grandparents company in the lounge. They didn’t seem overly thrilled by the prospect, but to their credit, made no complaint. Through the kitchen door, we could hear the indistinct sounds of conversation.

Victoria seemed subdued, even strained. I didn’t know how often she saw her parents, but I knew it must have been difficult for her, given everything she’d told me.

“I can finish dinner off, if you want to join the girls,” I told my love, stroking her hip.

She shook her head. “Christ, no. I’d rather be in here.”

“You’d prefer your parents hadn’t come?”

“I’d hoped to never see them again after my husband’s funeral. They’ve only turned up once since then, more than four years ago.” Her mouth tightened. “I don’t want them here.”

“Because of what happened with Nora? And your marriage?”

Her face was like thunder. “My parents have never expressed the slightest remorse for how badly they used me. They wrecked poor Nora’s life; saddled me with a husband I despised. And for what? Their precious family name. I’ve yet to have it out with them, after all these years.” She gave her head a curt shake. “That’s how we deal with things in our family, you see. It all gets brushed under the rug and we simply carry on with our lives as if nothing happened. I don’t remember us ever talking about my brother after he died. It’s as if he never existed.

“When they married me off, I was still a child, too timid to protest… and after William’s death, I thought it best to let sleeping dogs lie. No more. No more!”

I’d never seen Victoria like this, her sudden fury a stark contrast to the calm, stoic woman I knew. “How can your parents not realise the damage they’ve caused?” I said. “Perhaps they do feel guilty, but don’t know how to tell you.”

“I doubt it,” Victoria replied bitterly. “Compassion is a sign of weakness to Father, and I’m not sure Mother even has a mind of her own. She does as she’s told, like any good English wife should. God, it’s all just so… bloody awful! They’ll not get what they came for, though.”

“Do you know why they’re here, then? I assumed it was just a spur-of-the-moment visit.”

Victoria turned to me. “Perhaps. Father is still without a male heir to the estate, and he realises he’ll never get one from me. He has my cousin Henry as a last resort… but if I know my father, he sees another possibility.”

An icy shiver ran through me as I took her meaning. “The girls…” I breathed. “My God.”

“That’s my best guess. You just heard him say Becky was of an age to wed. It wouldn’t surprise me if he already has a suitor picked out.”

I let the information sink in for a moment. “Surely he wouldn’t have the audacity to try that again.”

“I wouldn’t put anything past Father. I could be completely wrong, of course. Regardless, I have no intention of allowing any such thing. Woe betide anyone who attempts to get between this lioness and her cubs! He’ll learn soon enough that his daughter has claws.”

I kissed her softly on the cheek. “I wish I could help you in some way, my love. Really, I do.”

Victoria put on a brave face. “Oh, it’s all right. Who knows, it may be the random visit they claim it to be. Let’s just get this evening over with, then we can carry on with our lives.” She nodded toward the pot bubbling away on the stove. “My father hates haggis, by the way.” She furrowed her brow, then lowered her voice a few octaves. “Offal’s only fit for peasants! Neither arsehole nor eyelid shall ever pass these lips!”

I suspect Victoria’s father had never said anything of the sort, but it eased the moment’s tension and had us both hooting with laughter.

III

While Victoria dished up supper, I took pity on the Shacklefords’ chauffeur and prepared him a small meal, letting him into the kitchen to eat it. I offered to set up a cot where he could lay his head for the night, but he assured me the backseat of the Rolls and the loan of a blanket would suffice.

The dining room table wasn’t exactly large, but there were enough chairs to seat everyone, and we all managed to squeeze round. I was unfamiliar with the intricacies of upper class etiquette, but I suspected Victoria’s father would have normally been given the seat at the head of the table. Victoria took that place for herself, and it was surely meant to convey a less than subtle message to the Shacklefords.

Mr. Shackleford pushed the haggis round his plate, his face waxen with distaste. I couldn’t help notice the almost imperceptible trace of a smile playing at the corners of Victoria’s mouth.

“What happened to old what’s-her-name? Mrs. Blodgett, was it?” the man asked.

“Mrs. Broomfield,” Victoria corrected him. “I’m afraid she suffered a heart attack a while back and was forced to retire early.”

Her father gave the haggis a wide berth, opting for the mash instead. “She was a dab hand in the kitchen, that one. A shame you don’t still have her.”

“Well, you don’t have to eat the food, Father. And Mrs. Broomfield’s fine now, thank you for asking.”

“No need to be snippy, Victoria,” Mrs. Shackleford chided.

“I hear you have a big estate in Hampshire,” I ventured, making an effort to keep things civil.

Victoria’s mother offered me a stiff but polite smile. “Indeed. It’s been my husband’s ancestral home for many centuries.”

“Do you have lots of land?” Becky asked.

“We certainly do,” Mrs. Shackleford told her. “There’s a lovely bluebell wood, and a lake with a little boat.”

Melinda piped up at that. “Oh, we’d love to have a go on a boat, wouldn’t we, Sophie?”

Sophia nodded enthusiastically. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Well, you shall all have to come visit us there,” their grandmother said, then with a hint of reproach: “I can’t imagine why your mother hasn’t brought you to see us.”

“There won’t be much left to see if we have to keep selling off bits of land,” Mr. Shackleford groused.

“Oh? Why’s that?” I asked.

As soon as the words left my lips, I knew I’d stepped in it. I don’t think Mr. Shackleford was accustomed to such casual familiarity from his lessers, surely seeing such behaviour as rank impertinence. He gave me a frosty glare, and might have chosen to snap at me. Instead, he gave a dismissive wave of the hand and growled, “You wouldn’t understand, girl.”

Victoria narrowed her eyes at him, then turned to me. “Times are changing, Doris. The aristocracy isn’t what it once was. Wealth gained from the slave trade is a thing of the past, taxation has increased considerably, and many people now question the privilege of the ruling classes.”

Mr. Shackleford scowled at his daughter, either because she’d laid bare the plight of the gentry so starkly, or because she was a woman who had the audacity to voice such lofty concepts in the first place. Perhaps both.

“A wretched state of affairs,” he mumbled before taking a mouthful of the red wine Victoria had uncorked. He grimaced as if he’d just swallowed a bug. “Good God…” Needless to say, Victoria hadn’t bothered to grace the table with one of our superior vintages.

Mrs. Shackleford laid a hand atop Becky’s. “You know, Rebecca dear, when you bless us with great-grandchildren, one of them might be a son who’s suitable to inherit the estate.”

“The Davenports have a son who’s of an age with you, if I’m not mistaken,” Mr. Shackleford informed his granddaughter. “Pleasant lad, by all accounts, from a distinguished house. Could be a perfect match.”

Becky suddenly seemed small and vulnerable, sitting there between her grandparents. She had no words; no way to respond to such a proposal, but it seemed to me that Mr and Mrs. Shackleford did not care a fig whether she consented or not.

I could feel my protective instinct rouse itself, and anger with it, but when I turned to Victoria, my own outrage paled in comparison to the fury I saw broiling there. I braced myself for the inevitable.

“You just can’t help yourselves, can you?” Victoria said, throwing her napkin down. “It’s not enough that you tried to ruin my life, now you want to sink your claws into my children too.”

Mr. Shackleford glared at his daughter. “That’s a poor way to address your mother and father. Mind your manners.”

Victoria wouldn’t be cowed. “If you think you’re playing matchmaker with any of my daughters, you’re sorely mistaken. I’ll never let you do to them what you did to me. Never.”

“What’s got into you, Victoria?” Mrs. Shackleford sniffed. “It was merely a notion, nothing more. It certainly doesn’t warrant such melodrama.”

“No, it won’t do to get emotional, will it?” Victoria shot back. “That’s not the Shackleford way. Stiff upper lip and all that rot.”

“It’s all right, Mother,” Becky quietly pleaded, her face gone pale. “I’m sure Grandma and Grandpa d-didn’t mean anything by it.”

A worried looking Melinda reached out with shaky hands to pour herself a glass of water from the pitcher on the table. It slipped from her grasp and upended, the contents flooding towards her grandfather and into his lap.

He lurched from his chair, roaring his outrage. “You imbecilic child! Now look what you’ve done!”

Melinda stared open-mouthed for several fleeting seconds, then burst into tears.

Victoria leapt to her feet, swung her arm back and slapped her father full force across the cheek.

He stood there frozen for a long moment, his mouth slack with disbelief. “How dare you…” he seethed. “How dare you!”

“Becky, take your sisters upstairs,” Victoria said, her voice tremulous and strained, but still considerably calmer than I would’ve expected. She bent to kiss a still-sobbing Melinda on the brow.

As the three girls crept from the dining room, I made to follow, certain this would be a confrontation I had no business observing.

Victoria stopped me. “Stay please, Doris,” she said. “I’d like a witness to this.”

If her parents thought that was a strange request to make of the children’s nanny, they chose not to question it openly. I reluctantly found my chair again, torn between wanting no part of this family donnybrook and the desire to stay and support my beloved.

“Have you any idea of the pain you’ve caused, I wonder?” Victoria asked her parents. “Is there even a shred of remorse?”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Mrs. Shackleford hissed. “In what possible way have we wronged you that would justify raising a hand to your own father?”

“You took my dearest friend away from me!”

Victoria’s parents looked at her blankly.

“Nora! You don’t even remember her name?”

A veneer of sudden recognition settled over Mrs. Shackleford’s face, and her lip curled up into something resembling a sneer. “That girl. No, indeed. How could we forget her?” she muttered with unconcealed distaste.

“What did you do to her? Where did you send her?”

“For pity’s sake, it was over fifteen years ago,” Mr. Shackleford groused, still nursing his cheek. “That wretched girl broke the rules of the house and was dismissed accordingly. I have no idea where she went, nor do I care.”

“She didn’t deserve to be treated like that. If anyone was to be punished it should’ve been me. You both used her as a whipping girl.”

Mrs. Shackeford’s mouth tightened. “The maid was a member of staff, not your friend,” she said, her tone purest ice. “Now, Victoria, are you quite finished?”

“No, I’m bloody not! There’s also the matter of that… monster you made me marry. You knew the torment I suffered; how he battered and belittled me. I told you, Mother. I reached out to you so many times, and all you could say was, ‘You must endure, Victoria.’ As if it was my duty to be a punching bag for king and country.”

“It was your duty to be a wife and a mother, you spoilt brat!” Mr. Shackleford roared. “You think we approved of the way William treated you? Of course we didn’t! I told him it was unacceptable, more than once. He was a troubled man, and if we’d known the full extent of it, we never would’ve chosen him as a match. But if you’d played your part and refrained from provoking his ire, things would’ve gone far easier for you. You always were willful.”

Victoria stared at her father incredulously. “I was sixteen! I was a pretty little bird stuffed inside a cage, with no hope of escape. I wanted to die. Do you understand that? I wanted to take my own life. If it wasn’t for Rebecca being born I actually might have. Later, I learnt how to play him at his own game, but those early years were awful. I didn’t think I had the strength to make it through.”

“I’m sorry, Victoria,” Mrs. Shackleford said, and for a moment I thought she might have actually meant it. “None of us chose the life we were born into. The men went to war, we women stayed behind to look after the children and run the estates. We all had our duty, one way or another. Believe me, you were more fortunate than some. Many’s the family that would have disowned you, cut you off without a penny for that… disgusting episode with the maid.”

Mrs. Shackleford gave me a cursory glance. Did she wonder if she’d said too much in front of a stranger? Or had she looked at me and considered the possibility of history repeating itself?

Victoria barked out a bitter laugh. “Unbelievable. I have to wonder if the pair of you have ever felt an ounce of empathy in your life. I could never treat my daughters the way you’ve treated me.”

“Life is a struggle, Victoria,” Mrs. Shackleford said with a sad smile. “Do you imagine you were the only woman in the world to have expectations placed on her? Such is our lot.”

Mr. Shackleford had already sat himself back down. He knitted his fingers together upon the table in a visible effort to control his anger. “It was a burden that was never meant for you, Victoria,” he murmured grimly. “If your brother hadn’t perished in that wretched war… But you weren’t left wanting. You have your children, and William’s money. Surely it was worth it all in the end. You’ve no right to be ungrateful.”

Victoria said nothing, though I saw her jaw tighten at the word ungrateful. She must have known there was a perverse kind of truth to her father’s words. The money and the house were poor compensation for what she had endured at the hands of her husband, but the girls – I’m certain she would’ve chosen to live the same life all over again rather than be denied her children, even if that choice had never been hers in the first place. What a terrible paradox that was.

Throughout this altercation I could do nothing but sit there with my hands in my lap, listening to Victoria pour her heart out. I wanted nothing more than to reach out to her and hold her tightly, but I could not.

Then Mr. Shackleford was speaking again. “Perhaps we should all retire for the evening. There’ll be more time to talk tomorrow.”

“No,” Victoria said, quite calmly. “I want you out of my house.”

“Be reasonable, Victoria,” her mother said. “It’s getting late, and it’s a two-hour drive back to Hampshire.”

Victoria loomed over the two of them, her face cold and hard. “You’re both leaving. But first I need you to understand what I’m about to tell you, because I’ve thought long and hard about it over the years, and it hasn’t been an easy decision.”

She held her head high, and I could see steel in her eyes. “I’m cutting you both out of my life. Permanently. I don’t ever want to see you again. I have three beautiful daughters. I’ve successfully managed my husband’s business, after he nearly drank it away. I own this house. And I deserve it all, for the years I was shackled to that disgusting man. I need nothing from you. I want nothing from you. As far as I’m concerned, we’re no longer family. Do you understand?”

“You ungrateful little harpy…” Mr. Shackleford muttered incredulously. Getting to his feet, he snatched up his cane. “I’ll not pass another minute under this roof. Come, Constance.”

Victoria’s mother, for all her unbending declarations of duty and stoicism, seemed utterly crestfallen. She gazed sorrowfully at her daughter. “What about our grandchildren?”

“If the girls decide to seek you out when they’re older, that will be their choice,” Victoria replied. “But I wouldn’t hold my breath, if I were you.” She gestured towards the door. “Go.”

Ramrod-straight, Mr. Shackleford marched fiercely toward the front entrance, the butt of his cane thudding against the floor with each step. His wife scuttled after him as if the hounds of hell were in hot pursuit.

Wrenching the door open, Victoria’s parents hastened down the steps, bound for the car. The chauffeur watched his master approach, looking mildly surprised. “Change of plan, Mr. Shackleford, sir?”

Mr. Shackleford rounded on the man. “Shut up, you inbred buffoon, and drive us home!”

Victoria and I watched the Shacklefords’ Rolls Royce disappear up the thoroughfare and out of sight. I turned towards my beloved, pressing myself into her. “Victoria…”

She wrapped both arms around my waist, and I could feel her body trembling against mine. “By God, I could do with a strong drink right now.”

“You deserve one,” I told her. Suddenly I understood how heartbreaking it must have been for Victoria to disown her parents like that, no matter how awful they were.

Releasing me, she managed a sad smile. “First let’s see if the girls are all right; let them know the ogres have departed.”

IV

We found the three of them in Victoria’s bedroom, all looking rather morose. Becky was using Victoria’s soft hairbrush on her sisters’ tresses, switching back and forth between the two girls.

Melinda seemed particularly ill at ease, her eyes puffy from tears. “Mummy, I don’t much like Grandpa,” she pouted as Victoria and I joined them on the bed.

“Neither do I, sweetheart,” Victoria agreed, stroking her hair. “But he’s gone now, him and your grandmother. They won’t be returning.”

“I’m not expected to give them a son for their estate, am I, Mother?” Becky said, making a face. “Or marry some boy they picked out for me.”

Sophia was rubbing her chin ponderously, the way she did when thinking hard about something. “There’s no ancient law or something saying Becky has to do that. Is there?”

Victoria had to smile at that. “No, no, darling. There’s no law like that in England. If your grandfather had his way, I’m sure there would be, though.”

“I’m glad they’re gone,” Becky declared. “It’s not right, him telling us what to do. They don’t even live here.”

“Still, a lake with a boat…” Melinda said after a moment of quiet, making us all laugh. And just like that, our little world seemed right again.

I leaned back against the headboard with my knees tucked beneath me, then took the hairbrush from Becky. She gave a contented sigh when I began running it through her blonde locks.

Victoria looked from Sophia to Melinda, then wrapped an arm around each. “Seeing as we’re all together, I think it might be a good time to talk about the… the special games we’ve been playing of late. Does anyone have any thoughts to share?”

Melinda nodded. “I was wondering if there are any rules. Who’s allowed to do things with who, that sort of thing. It’s all a bit confusing.”

“Let’s say there are no rules within Shadowglen,” Victoria declared. “If it feels right, we should follow our hearts, so long as no one gets pressured into doing anything they’d rather not. And I’m sure you’re all aware that what we do here must always stay a secret between the five of us. That’s very important.”

“Because there are laws against that kind of thing, aren’t there?” said Becky.

“I’m afraid so,” I told her, kissing her softly on the cheek. “The world isn’t ready for a family like ours. Perhaps one day it will be.”

“Me and Melinda are sweethearts now,” Sophia proudly declared. “Aren’t we, Melly?”

Melinda bobbed her head up and down. “We’ve decided we’d like to get married when we’re older. In secret, of course.”

“We don’t mind having fun with the rest of you, though!” Sophia was keen to point out. She scratched the tip of her nose self-consciously, eyes alight with mischief. “Shall we all, you know, have some fun right now? I’ve been thinking of naughty things all day.”

“Have you indeed?” Victoria crooned, peppering the twelve-year-old’s face with playful kisses.

I found myself twining an arm around Becky’s slender waist, my fingers brushing back and forth across her belly through the soft lamb’s wool cardigan she wore. She smiled back at me, then pulled my hand away. At first I thought she wasn’t comfortable having me touch her that way in front of her mother and sisters, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Instead, she guided my hand beneath her skirt, placing it on the rise of her vulva. I could feel its warmth through the gusset of her knickers.

Victoria afforded us a familiar sultry regard, and I’d seen that look enough times to know exactly what it meant. My lady slipped her shoes off, settled back against the headboard and opened her arms, looking from Melinda to Sophia. “Come to me, my darlings.”

The girls settled easily into their mother’s embrace, stretching out on either side. An arm around each of their waists, Victoria kissed them both atop their heads. Simple maternal affection, you might have thought. But what happened next was anything but motherly.

Victoria reached beneath the girls’ dresses to settle her hands between their thighs, then flashed her eyes at me. “I can play that game too, Doris,” she said. “But aren’t I the lucky one – I have two pretty young girls to enjoy.”

I’d seen Victoria make love to Becky only the night before, but she hadn’t allowed herself to fully cross that line with her younger daughters, even though I was certain she’d wanted to. Now, though, whatever internal dilemma she’d struggled with must have been resolved. Or perhaps it was simply the spontaneity of lust that had driven her to action. I wondered how far she would allow things to progress with her two youngest, suspecting that, in the heat of the moment, there were no boundaries my mistress was not willing to cross.

Becky reached back to fumble beneath my skirt until her fingers were pressed against the damp cotton of my knickers.

“Let’s take everything off,” I murmured, eager to feel her bare skin upon mine.

We stripped out of our clothes, then knelt facing each other on the bed. Becky pressed our breasts together, her hand slipping between my thighs. I worked a finger back and forth through her hot, damp slit, cupping her arse with my free hand. We drifted together in a kiss, tongues meeting and mingling.

I turned to find the girls and their mother watching us intently. Victoria had hiked their dresses up around their waists and was now rubbing them through their knickers. She paused briefly to draw her own skirt up. “Touch me, girls. Touch me like I’m touching you.”

Sophia and Melinda stared wide-eyed at one another for a moment, then let their hands wander between their mother’s legs in a series of tentative dares, moving higher and higher, egging each other on. When their fingers settled on Victoria’s silky underthings, she breathed out a sigh of pleasure and opened her legs to accommodate the girls.

Becky and I played with each other as we watched them. I slipped a hand between her arse cheeks and found the warm, snug hole of her anus, penetrating it with a finger. Two fingers from my other hand filled her cunt, and I began to pump them back and forth.

Without much ado, Victoria climbed across Melinda and stepped off the bed. The girls gave each other confused looks.

“Aww, Mummy…” Melinda pouted.

“Come back!” beseeched Sophia.

“I simply must get rid of these damned clothes,” Victoria said, letting her skirt fall to the floor. “If you both intend to get naked like the rest of us, now’s the time.”

Melinda and Sophia offered one another wry looks, then scrambled out of their clothes with all due haste, tossing garments this way and that. Victoria unbuttoned her blouse at a more languid pace, pushing it away, then unhooking her brassiere to let her breasts spill free. Finally she slipped a pair of visibly wet knickers down her legs, casting them aside before settling back between the girls.

Liberated from their clothes, Sophia and Melinda were quick to nestle into their equally nude mother. Their hands wandered back to Victoria’s cunt, now free to explore the complex folds of a mature woman’s sex.

As for Victoria, she snaked her hands beneath the girls’ bums, seeking out their bare slits. “Give me a nice kiss, Melinda,” she murmured, pursing her lips.

Melinda reached up to plant her lips on Victoria’s, lingering there for a moment.

“Oh, I know you can do better than that. A proper kiss, if you please.”

“Like the kisses we do, Melly!” added Sophia with a hint of impatience.

This time Melinda put more passion into the exchange, slipping her tongue into her mummy’s mouth. Victoria kissed her little girl back with equal fervour, lovingly cupping Melinda’s bare bum.

When they finally drifted apart, Victoria turned her attention to Sophia. “Now I’d like a kiss from you, sweetheart.”

“Watch and learn, little sister,” said Sophia boldly, then melted into her mother. Their tongues engaged in a sort of wild choreography, darting in and out of each other’s mouths.

Though enthralled by this scene of maternal passion, my attention was soon snapping back to Becky as she let out a desperate groan. I realised she was coming against my fingers, so I pumped them in and out of her cunt, enjoying the way it gripped me tightly with each spasm of pleasure. My other finger was still nestled in Becky’s arse – it always seemed to make her orgasms that much more intense.

Resting her brow on my shoulder, Becky let the orgasm wash over her, little tics and jerks possessing her body. Finally spent, she twined both arms around me and gazed across at her mother and sisters. Absently moistening her lips, she studied Melinda and Sophie with great interest.

“They’re lovely, aren’t they?” she murmured. “I never really looked at my sisters like this. Not until now.” She glanced at me. “Do you think they’d like it if I…”

“Go on,” I told her, giving her a gentle nudge. “Show Melly and Sophie how much you love them.”

Detaching herself from me, Becky approached her sisters, who were kissing twin pathways down their mum’s body, hands busy between her thighs. First she stroked the girls’ calves, brushing her fingers across the smooth skin. Then she nuzzled the backs of their legs, working her way up to their buttocks, moving back and forth between the two of them. I saw Melinda raise her bum, legs parting to invite her older sibling’s kisses.

“That’s it, Rebecca,” Victoria purred. “Taste them. Lick your sisters.”

Becky spread Sophia’s buttocks open with both hands, then pressed a kiss into her sister’s vagina. Sophia arched her hips, an ecstatic whimper escaping her lips.

I watched in awe as Becky made love to her little sister, her tongue tracing a path through Sophia’s slit, then circling the pucker of her anus. “Oh, my g-goodness,” the child mewled, a delicious shiver coursing through her slender frame. Then Melinda’s mouth covered hers, and the two little girls shared a hungry kiss, fingering their mother’s cunt all the while.

Finally breaking away from one sister, Becky applied her mouth and tongue to the other, offering the smooth slit feather-light licks, then feasting voraciously on Melinda’s cunt and arse, as if keen to discover which method conjured the most pleasure, both for herself and her sisters.

“Oh, what an exquisite sight,” Victoria groaned, sweeping Becky’s hair back so it wouldn’t obscure her view. Then she allowed pleasure to claim her at last, writhing beneath her daughters as a mighty orgasm rattled out of her. Once sated, she grasped Sophia and Melinda’s wrists and held them fast, their fingers pressing into her sex as warm liquid oozed over them.

Sitting back on her haunches, Becky watched her mother come. I came up behind, wrapping an arm around her waist. “All right, my love?” I asked.

She peered back at me with lusty eyes. “It’s all so… so overwhelming,” she admitted. “But I like it very much.” She placed a warm hand on my thigh. ”I need to spend again. Will you help me, Doris?”

“Let me do it, Rebecca,” Victoria cooed. “Come feed me your sweet cunt. I haven’t tasted you yet.”

Becky rolled her eyes, colour flushing her cheeks. “I’m sure there’s no need for such crude language, Mother,” she said, then stood up on the bed. She navigated her way deftly through the tangle of bodies until she’d reached the headboard.

Victoria peered up at her fourteen-year-old’s tangle of soft curls; the neat crease of her sex. “Turn around with your back to the headboard,” she told the girl. “Then kneel down just above my face.”

Face flushed with desire, Becky carefully lowered herself down to her mother’s waiting mouth. Victoria prised her open, then ran her tongue through the entire length of her oldest daughter’s cunt, lapping at the juicy treat.

“Mmmm, yes,” Becky moaned, stretching both arms out to grasp the headboard behind, her long hair tumbling down past her shoulders and across her breasts. Sophia and Melinda held hands while they stared spellbound at their older sister, now brushing Victoria’s mouth with her pussy.

“We should definitely try that some time, Sophie,” proposed Melinda.

“Mmm,” Sophia agreed with a quick nod, unable to take her eyes away from the lewd sight.

Moments later, Becky came in her mother’s mouth, barely managing to swing a leg clear of Victoria’s head before collapsing onto the bed. Sophia and Melinda were quick to seize upon their dazed older sister, peppering her with kisses as their hands roamed over her body. Delighted to be the focus of her younger sisters’ attention, Becky cupped their bottoms and drew them close, the three girls now a tangle of writhing limbs and breathless giggles.

I settled next to Victoria. Sharing a torrid kiss, we quickly sought out each other’s cunts, engaging in a round of vigorous fingering while we watched the girls at play.

“What a beautiful sight,” Victoria marvelled.

“They love each other,” I said. “They’ll always love each other. That’s how sisters should be.”

Kissing a pathway down between Becky’s legs, Sophia briefly paused to take in the sight of her older sister’s lightly-downed vulva before flicking her tongue up and down the delicate slit. “You taste so nice, Becky,” she told her sister sincerely, then went to work.

Melinda slung a leg over Becky’s head and spread her pussy open with two fingers. “Will you lick it please, Becky? I’ll give you next week’s pocket money if you do.”

Becky smiled up at her youngest sister. “You don’t need to bribe me, silly girl. I want to lick you.”

“Oh, good,” Melinda said with a grin. “Off you go, then.”

Becky drew her tongue up through Melinda’s bare slit, eliciting a delighted mewl of pleasure from the ten-year-old. Sophia was watching them as she licked Becky, pausing to suck on her older sister’s clit every now and then.

Victoria and I fingered each other to a quick orgasm as we watched her daughters make love. Then, having had their wicked way with Becky, Melinda and Sophia crawled between their mother’s legs with breathless enthusiasm and applied their mouths to her sex. Victoria’s eyes shone with adoration as she stroked their hair, whispering sweet words to them. “My beautiful girls. Taste Mummy. My beautiful, beautiful girls.”

Like her mother, Becky was ready for more. She pulled me away from the others and climbed over me, the two of us now mouth to cunt. By then, Victoria’s bedroom was thick with the smell of female arousal. I breathed it in, the heady aroma making my stomach flutter with excitement. Parting Becky’s buttocks with my fingers, I sought out the dusky promise of her anus, bathing it with my tongue. Becky groaned out loud, her breath warm against my mons.

I think we must have lost track of time. Truth be told, I don’t think time meant much that evening. At one point, Victoria had the younger girls perched on the edge of the bed with their legs slung wide open while she knelt on the floor and made love to them with her mouth and fingers. Sophia and Melinda settled into a long, deep kiss as their mother went at them.

Later on, as Victoria and I made love to Becky, we were drawn from our own pleasure by the sight of the two younger sisters entwined in Victoria’s vanity chair, their pussies pressed snugly together. “Let’s never be apart, Melly,” Sophia was murmuring as she ground against her sister. “Together always.”

Grasping Sophia’s bum cheeks, Melinda pumped her own hips back and forth in unison with her sister. “T-together always!” she moaned, and the pact was sealed with yet another kiss. Oh, how those sweet little girls loved to kiss one another.

I suppose there must have come a point when we were all too spent to continue, but my recollections are hazy in that regard. I do recall how we lay tangled together on Victoria’s bed, drifting in and out of light sleep until we were roused to wakefulness once more, and our lovemaking continued anew. At times, the room rang with laughter and cries of ecstasy. At others, we shared soft words of devotion, accompanied by a few tears of joy.

For now, you see, we were truly together, all of us. A family bound by the most intimate love. A love without limits.

Finally, we dimmed the lights and allowed exhaustion to take us.

V

It must have been the chill against my bare skin that woke me. I tried to cover myself with the quilt, but with the dozing girls strewn out across the bed, it was all but impossible. There was just enough light in the room for me to note Victoria’s absence.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I noticed the curtains had been drawn back a little ways, the French doors leading out onto the balcony slightly ajar. Victoria and I sometimes spent time out there after one of our passionate liaisons, naked beneath the moonlight, entwined in one another’s arms.

I fumbled around on the floor and found Victoria’s blouse, slipping it on, then padded out onto the balcony to join her. She stood with both arms resting on the railing, her silvery gown undulating gently in the breeze. The morning was still nothing more than a thin orange band on the horizon, the birds beginning to stir in the trees.

I crept up behind my beloved and twined my arms around her waist. She peered back at me with a smile. “Are you all right?” I asked.

After a moment of pause, Victoria turned back towards the rising sun. “Yes. Yes, I am. I have my children. I have you. I’ve lost my parents, and a good number of years to an unhappy marriage, but I’ve gained enough to make up the difference. I finally feel able to put the past aside.” She placed a cool palm against my cheek, giving me her full regard. “And what about you, my love? How do you fare?”

I took her hand and kissed it, my lips lingering there for a long moment.

What would I have told her, I wonder, if I’d had sufficient words? That I’d been remade, perhaps. That the fretful, downtrodden girl I’d once been had transformed into a confident, contented young woman. I had a place in the world now, a place where I mattered, where I was loved and needed. Having lived in the dark for so long, I used to wonder if I’d ever manage to find my way back into the light. But against all the odds, I’d done just that. We both had, Victoria and I.

And as much as I loved Shadowglen, I was beginning to see that the old house which had ushered in my changing fortunes would not contain me for long. After the orphanage, there were no walls sturdy enough to do that. It was home for now, but I had every intention of seeing what else the world had to offer. Only this time, I would not be alone.

Of course, when I replied, my words were far simpler. “I’m very happy,” I told her earnestly. “I love you, Victoria.”

“And I you, my darling.”

Together, hand in hand, we watched the rising sun usher in a brand new day.

Epilogue

Is this the end of my story, you ask? No. No, of course not. Life goes on, as does its narrative.

My time at Shadowglen was merely a prologue to a larger tale, but this is the part of my life I have set out to recount, the part that moulded me into the woman I am. And now it is told. There is more to the story, but as I said at the beginning, I am old now, and lack the time or inclination to relate the rest of it in any great detail.

But throughout my life, Victoria and her daughters were a constant presence, so I would be remiss, dear reader, not to tell you what became of them.

In 1939 war broke out, and Shadowglen’s close proximity to London meant we had to evacuate to the country. Unlike many parents in the capital who made the heart-wrenching decision to ship their children off to stay with families miles away, Victoria had the means to acquire a second property in Somerset, a picturesque cottage where we could live out the conflict. Along with Victoria, Sophia, Melinda and myself, we took in two young evacuees.

Becky, eighteen by then, did her bit for the war effort, joining the Wrens as an air mechanic. We had a hard time picturing our Becky in grease-stained overalls and wielding a spanner, but she excelled at the job, receiving a commendation once the fighting was done. Thankfully, the air base where she worked was close enough that she found time to visit us frequently. It was also where she met her husband, a kind and soft-spoken Royal Air Force pilot. It saddened us that we no longer had Becky for a lover, but it couldn’t be denied that she and Henry were a splendid match.

During those years of conflict, Victoria permitted the use of Shadowglen as a military hospital, but when the war finally came to an end, none of us ever returned to that old house.

With Sophia and Melinda away at university, Victoria and I fulfilled a promise we’d made to each other and spent the next couple of decades travelling the world together, though returning frequently to England to see her daughters.

In the intervening years, Becky gave birth to two beautiful boys, and Victoria was delighted to finally have grandchildren of her own. And true to their word, Melinda and Sophia had settled into a long term relationship with one another, albeit in secrecy. Mind you, they were always happy to share their bed with their mother and me whenever we paid a visit.

Victoria and I were able to be more open about our own relationship – the 1960s ushered in a more liberal age, allowing us to tentatively reveal ourselves to the world. We were never able to marry, but at least we could finally let ourselves be known to a discreet few as a lesbian couple.

Then, inevitably, those years arrived when we all began to say our goodbyes – to the world, to each other.

In 1981 Victoria was diagnosed with cancer and passed away peacefully in our home later that same year, surrounded by myself and her daughters. I can’t begin to tell you how hard that was for me, but even at the end, she looked so very beautiful, a smile playing on her lips when she closed her eyes for the very last time. I would never love another as I had loved my dear Victoria.

Sophia died naturally in 2011, and two weeks after that Melinda followed her. For most of their adult lives, they were known as ‘the spinster sisters’, with most believing the two of them had never known true love. How wrong they were. Theirs was a passion that endured their whole lives, even if they could never speak of it to the outside world. They had never spent a day apart, and when Sophia passed, I believe Melinda was unable to live without her sister, best friend and lover.

Becky and I are the only two left now. After Henry died, she and I chose to throw in our lot together, and now we live as companions on the South Coast. We speak often of our time at Shadowglen, always without sadness or melancholy. Time heals, if we allow it to. The pain fades, and for the most part, it’s the happy memories that remain. In that way, we’re able to carry on.

And so, dear reader, I believe my tale is told. Make of it what you will. It’s been a good life. I’ve loved and laboured in equal measure, but when all is said and done, I have few regrets to speak of. How many of us can say as much?

I’m certain one day I’ll see Victoria, Sophia and Melinda again, but until then, there are things that keep me tied to this world. It’s my turn to make tea, apparently. I’m sure I made it yesterday, but Becky insists it was her. I think she’s having me on. She’s a tricky one, our Becky.

The End

Note from JetBoy: My sincerest gratitude to BlueJean, who proved to be an infinitely resourceful writing partner. My expectations were high, and he exceeded them at every step. Thanks, mate.

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend. Doris does what she can to console Victoria.

The next day, Victoria tells of what happened after losing Nora. She was quickly married off to a man named William Shaw, who proved to be a bully and a drunkard. She managed to endure her marriage, gave birth to her three daughters, and ended up taking over her husband’s business as his drinking spiraled out of control. He died a couple of years later, and Victoria was free.

Back in the here and now, Victoria presents Doris with a startling proposition. Wanting her daughters to experience the delights of Sapphic love before they develop romantic attachments to boys, she gets Doris to admit her attraction to the girls, then asks her to pleasure Melinda and Sophia in the bath. Doris is shocked, but also quite eager to do as Victoria wants.

The following night, Doris undresses and joins the two youngest in the tub for the first time, where she caresses both Sophia and Melinda to orgasm, then allows Sophia to fondle her in the same way. Later that night, Doris visits Melinda’s room, where she licks the ten-year-old to another climax. When Victoria is informed the next day, she is well pleased. But her eldest daughter Becky, who isn’t yet privy to her mum’s seductive scheme, is growing suspicious.

Two nights later, Doris and the girls bathe again. This time, though, they agree to postpone their pleasurable games until later, meeting in Sophia’s room for a sleepover. There, Doris teaches her charges the ways of lesbian love. Melinda and Sophia are thrilled with all of it… and in the days after, seem to be spending quite a lot of private time together.

Soon thereafter, the situation with Becky comes to a head, when Victoria’s eldest explodes in anger at the dinner table, accusing Doris of getting up to “vile, wicked things” with her younger sisters in the bath. Victoria and Doris manage to calm her down, finally suggesting Becky join Melinda and Sophia in the tub that very night. Becky hesitantly agrees and, once naked with the others, proves quite willing to let herself be seduced. First Doris pleasures the two youngest, then brings Becky to orgasm in the bath while they watch Sophia and Melinda make love.

Later, when Doris turns in, Becky slips into the room, quickly undresses and gets into bed with her. She confesses her love for Doris, then they frantically bring each other off. While relaxing together in the afterglow, Victoria peeks in and, with an approving nod, wishes Becky and Doris a good night.

After that evening, Becky is at peace with the new family arrangement. It enables her to make love often with Doris, who is now enjoying sexual intimacy with the entire family. But Victoria wants more. She intends to accompany Doris the following night, the two of them paying nocturnal visits to the girls so Victoria can see for herself, “what you get up to with my daughters.”

Sure enough, the following evening finds Doris and Victoria visiting twelve-year-old Sophia, then nine-year-old Melinda in their respective bedrooms. Both girls are startled at first by the appearance of Victoria, but are quickly reassured, enough to allow Doris to make love to them while their mother watches. Victoria doesn’t join in the sexual activity, but she gives a deep tongue kiss to each girl before departing. The youngest daughters tucked in for the night, Victoria and Doris make their way to Becky’s room.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

By JetBoy and BlueJean

I

I gave Becky’s door a brief knock, then pushed it open to peer inside. It was the last of our stops that evening, Victoria and I having already visited and enjoyed both Sophia and Melinda. We had worked ourselves up into such an erotic frenzy that the two of us were now practically drunk with lust.

But the room was unoccupied, the bed as neat and untouched as it’d been that morning when I’d made it up. Ethel, our new housekeeper, had the run of the rest of Shadowglen, but I still insisted on seeing to the girls’ bedrooms, not least because I feared she might discover items of underwear or nightclothes in places where they didn’t belong, suffused with the aroma of our passion.

“Becky’s not here,” I told Victoria.

“Perhaps she went down to the kitchen to get a drink.”

Then realisation dawned on me. Of course. “I know where she is.”

I led Victoria to the end of the corridor. Upon reaching my bedroom door, I turned back to my lover with a knowing smile. She smiled back, her eyes dancing in anticipation.

Turning the knob and entering the room, I found Becky stretched out naked on my bed, propping her chin with a hand. “Oh, at last!” the fourteen-year-old exclaimed, betraying the merest hint of exasperation. “I’ve been waiting ages.”

When Victoria slipped past me into the room, a startled squeak escaped Becky’s lips, and she scrambled to cover her nudity with a pillow.

It tickled me to see how the girls reacted when their mother made her unexpected appearance, even though they knew she was well aware of our sexual games; even approved of them. It occurred to me that even though the definition of Victoria and her daughters’ relationship was beginning to shift in some very interesting ways, that more conventional dynamic between mother and child was not so easily put aside.

“Relax, darling,” Victoria cooed, perching herself on the edge of the bed. She cupped Becky’s face, a thumb tracing the line of her daughter’s jaw. “I’ve come to see exactly what it is you and Doris get up to at night.”

Becky nibbled on her lower lip. “Well, I… I’m not sure that’s appropriate, Mother.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it? Surely there’s nothing wrong with a mother taking an interest in her daughter’s activities, is there?” She allowed her hand to glide over the nape of Becky’s neck, across her shoulder and down her torso, narrowly bypassing a breast. “I enjoy these kinds of games too, you know.” Her fingers came to rest on the girl’s hip, permitting Victoria to trace the curve of her bottom.

Becky regarded her mother carefully. She seemed to accept Victoria’s presence, even if uncertain of where it was destined to lead. Often, I had seen them together in the lounge late at night, after Melinda and Sophia had gone to bed, a mother and her first-born cuddled up on the couch, Victoria’s hand stroking the hollow of Becky’s throat or rubbing her belly through her nightgown. Becky always seemed so content on such occasions.

When I think about it now, it seems to me the distinction between physical affection and sexual intimacy is a rather tenuous one, a slight, ethereal thing that might so carelessly be given form and substance. How easy would it be for a mother and daughter to cross that line?

Victoria gave me a small nod, and I knew it was a signal to begin. I climbed onto the bed to nestle behind Becky, then reached round to gently but firmly pull the pillow away from her body. She resisted me for a brief moment, then allowed me to take it. By then, the heady scent of arousal must have been all too apparent to her, both mine and her mother’s. Her own too, I’d no doubt.

I let my hand wander over Becky’s arse, cupping and massaging her cheeks while Victoria continued to stroke the contours of her daughter’s hips. Soon Becky’s eyes were glazed with pleasure, her breathing increasingly laboured. Could she separate my touches from those of her mother? Did it matter to her whose hand invoked those feelings? Pleasure was pleasure. What need was there to question its source?

Victoria reached out to cup one of her daughter’s small breasts, lightly rolling the stiffening nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Should… should you be d-doing that, Mother?” Becky stammered, though I noticed she made no effort to push Victoria’s hand away.

“I’d like to, very much,” Victoria crooned. “Unless you want me to stop. Do you?”

Becky chewed on her lower lip again, then slowly shook her head.

Sliding a hand beneath Becky’s arse cheeks, I found the hot, moist nest of her sex, easing a fingertip between her folds, then sliding it back and forth.

Victoria pulled her gown open at the waist to allow her breasts to spill free, then cupped one in her hand. “Will you do something for me, Rebecca?”

Becky was gawping at her mother’s bare chest. “Y-yes?”

“Suck my nipple.”

“Oh… should I?” Becky murmured through trembling lips.

Victoria gave a slow nod. “It’s not as if you haven’t done it before. I have such fond memories of you girls nursing from me. Help Mummy feel good again, won’t you please?”

Becky hesitantly took the proffered nipple between her lips. Victoria gave a blissful sigh, then continued toying with her daughter’s breasts. Roused to action by this display of incestuous passion, I slipped a finger into Becky’s sex, and she responded with a muffled moan.

“Use your tongue, too, sweetheart,” Victoria instructed her eldest. “Swirl it round the nipple… oh, my stars, yes. That feels lovely.”

We continued in this fashion for a while, Becky suckling her mother; Victoria fondling her daughter’s breasts while I worked a finger in and out of the fourteen-year-old’s cunt.

Just when I thought Becky was on the verge of climax, Victoria withdrew her nipple from the girl’s mouth and rose to her feet. Becky looked almost bereft, and for a moment she reminded me of a newly weaned babe denied the teat.

“This bed is simply not fit for purpose,” Victoria declared, her gown falling completely open. I couldn’t fail to notice how Becky’s eyes were drawn to the thatch of dark curls between her mother’s thighs. “I think we should retire to my room for the evening. There’ll be much more room to play in there.”

And so the three of us crept along the hallway, Becky naked as the day she was born.

As we ushered her into Victoria’s bedroom, Becky looked from me to her mother, arms folded across her chest as if shielding herself.

Victoria kissed her upon the shoulder, then gently pulled her arms away. “Relax, sweetheart. You didn’t seem so shy about your body when Doris and I discovered you in her room.”

“Well, I didn’t know you were going to be there, Mother,” Becky replied in gentle haughtiness. “Besides, I seem to be the only one completely without clothes.”

“We shall have to do something about that then, shan’t we?” Victoria cooed. “Why don’t you lie down on my bed? Just as you were when we found you.”

Climbing onto Victoria’s double bed, Becky stretched out upon its sage and gold bedspread, nestled amongst the cushions and pillows. She was careful to keep her legs together, a downy tuft of hair barely concealing the crease of her sex.

Under normal circumstances – if life at Shadowglen could ever be considered normal again – I would have been across the floor and on that bed in a flash, my tongue delving into Becky’s mouth. But Victoria approached me from behind, her fingers drawing up my nightdress. I raised my arms and let her pull the thin garment over my head.

Becky regarded my nakedness with a shy smile, the tip of a finger caught between her lips. When Victoria reached round to cup my breasts, brushing her palms over the stiffened nipples, Becky idly toyed with one of her own.

I pressed back against Victoria, sweeping my hair to one side to leave the nape of the neck exposed. My mistress kissed me there, lingering a while, then took my earlobe between her teeth in a playful nip. One of her arms encircled my waist, bracing me there while her free hand found its way between my legs.

Again, Becky imitated her mother, hand delving into that adorable tuft of pubic down to seek out her clitoris.

“Open your legs for us, darling,” Victoria told her, but Becky shook her head, perhaps still wrestling with a lingering hint of timidity.

Without much warning, my first orgasm of the evening burst free, the intensity of it shaking me like a rag doll. I frantically ground myself against Victoria’s fingers, and when she drew them away they were slick with my spend. She held them up for her daughter to inspect, then smeared the viscous fluid over my nipples.

Slapping my arse, she nudged me towards the bed. “Go and enjoy yourself with Rebecca while I undress.”

On shaky legs, I stepped over to the bed and unfurled myself alongside Becky, pressing my breasts into her back. I took the hand that toiled between her legs and brought it to my mouth, sucking each finger in turn, then used my own hand to seek out the source of that sweet nectar. Her cunt was warm and deliciously wet.

“Open your legs, Rebecca,” Victoria repeated while she stood next to the bed, slipping the silvery gown from her body and letting it drop to the floor.

Becky shook her head again as she studied her mother’s form, now bare but for a pair of silk stockings.

Victoria pushed her breasts together in a most provocative way, a breathy sigh escaping her lips. She brought one foot up onto the bed and clamped a hand between her legs, the heady musk of her arousal much stronger now.

“I need to come,” she imparted. “Doris is going to lick your cunny while I pleasure myself, Rebecca. All right?”

Becky hummed her assent.

As instructed, I swapped my hand for my mouth, teasing at the girl’s sex with my tongue. I made sure to position myself so I could watch Victoria masturbate while I licked her daughter.

“Won’t you spread your legs for me, sweetheart?” Victoria implored Becky, drawing apart the folds of her vagina to encourage the same boldness from her daughter. “Let me see that beautiful flower.”

Becky finally relented. She raised her knees up, then slowly inched her legs apart until she was left raw and exposed. Now with more room to work my magic, I lashed my tongue over her cunt, the taste earthy and metallic in my mouth. I brought a thumb to her clit, brushing it back and forth while I ate her.

“Yes…” purred a delighted Victoria. “Just like that. So beautiful… such a pretty pussy.”

My lady fucked herself with two fingers, using a third to attack her clit. Like me, she had no hope of lasting any longer than a few desperate seconds, our illicit sojourns to her daughters’ bedrooms having honed her arousal to a keen edge. Doubled over, she rode out the climax she’d striven so hard to delay, moaning, “Oh… Oh, my goodness…”

Barely skipping a beat, she settled upon the bed and moved behind her daughter, cradling the fourteen-year-old to her breast while I continued to lick her. Becky turned her face to her mother, emitting quiet mewls of satisfaction. When Victoria cupped her eldest girl’s chin and kissed her full on the mouth, I think Becky was too far gone to question the potential right and wrong of the situation she found herself in.

Not merely allowing such an incestuous exchange, Becky embraced it wholly, her tongue emerging to meet Victoria’s. I couldn’t take my eyes away from their passionate exchange. The sight of a naked mother and daughter kissing like lovers was as erotic as anything I’d witnessed thus far. That was about to change.

Victoria gave Becky one last kiss, then raised herself a little higher to offer the girl a nipple. This time Becky took it between her lips without a second thought. While she suckled, Victoria reached down to toy with her daughter’s clit, fingers brushing back and forth.

Becky came in my mouth, her honey oozing over my tongue.

“Kiss me, Doris,” Victoria demanded, and so I sought out her lips with mine, sharing the sweet essence we’d coaxed from her daughter.

Then Victoria had me on my back, her mouth poised between my legs. Her eyes found Becky’s. “Come here, Rebecca. Share Doris with me.”

Becky swept her hair back behind her shoulders, then drew alongside her mother, her cheeks aglow with passion. The two of them shared a smile, their lips joining for another kiss. I slung my knees wide across the bed, a reminder – if any was needed – of where their mouths would be better served.

Victoria’s tongue found me first, then Becky’s. They snaked up and down my slit, kissing each other as often as they did me. I rested on my elbows to watch, the sight every bit as arousing as the act itself. When Victoria scissored two fingers deep inside my cunt, then withdrew them to let her daughter suck them clean, it was all I needed to push me headlong into another climax.

“P-put your fingers back in!” I gasped, and while Victoria slipped back inside me, Becky took my clitoris between her lips. Moments later, the combined efforts of mother and daughter had me squirming upon the bed, mewling in delight.

I watched in a post-orgasmic haze as Victoria settled into the cushions beside me, drawing Becky’s head between her thighs. “Will you taste me now, my sweet?” she asked her daughter. “Would you do that for me?”

Becky regarded her mother’s sex with something resembling both guilt and longing. “I ought not to, ” she murmured, finally meeting Victoria’s gaze. “This really is going too far, Mother. Isn’t it?”

Victoria shook her head with a reassuring smile. “No, dearest. Nothing that feels this good can ever be wrong. Never doubt it, my love.”

Becky moistened her lips, then whispered a concession. “I… I suppose.” She extended a hand, lightly toying with the dark curls that adorned Victoria’s mons.

My lady prised her labia apart with two fingers, exposing the juicy pink interior of her cunt. “Lick me, Rebecca. Taste your mother.”

Then Becky’s mouth was there, nuzzling at the warm flesh of Victoria’s sex. She was tentative at first, teasing at the folds, kissing the skin between mound and thigh, but quickly grew bold, her tongue delving deeper, teeth grazing the swell of her mother’s clitoris.

Victoria moaned into my mouth as I leaned across to kiss her. I trailed a hand down between my legs and idly stroked myself, unable to draw my gaze away from this exquisitely lewd spectacle. I’d never considered sharing my mistress before, and never in my wildest dreams would I ever have entertained the notion that her own daughter might become a willing participant. Now the erotic possibilities before us seemed limitless.

“Yes!” Victoria hissed, arching her hips to meet Becky’s face, fingers deeply entwined in the girl’s hair. “I – I’m going to spend in my daughter’s mouth, Doris. What do you think about that, hmm? Does it excite you? Tell me…”

“I think you’re very wicked, miss,” I whispered in her ear, finding that old form of address somehow appropriate in the heat of this lubricious moment. “Having your own daughter put her mouth… there. So very, very wicked.”

And then Mrs. Victoria Shaw was indeed coming in her fourteen-year-old’s mouth, wailing in ecstasy, hips pumping until there was nothing left to push out. Finally, my lady collapsed into the damp sheets, as spent as I’d ever seen her. With what strength remained, she drew Becky close and embraced her tightly, the two of them coming together for one last passionate kiss.

“Thank you, my beautiful girl,” Victoria cooed. “That was so very nice.”

I stretched out alongside Becky, sandwiching the girl between her mother and me, and for a long, lovely while Victoria and I explored her body, only without the urgency that had commanded us earlier. We took our time to taste and tease, rubbing against one another until more orgasms waxed and waned, unfolding as they saw fit.

The midnight hour found us tangled together in deep slumber, wholly satisfied with our labours.

II

The next morning, worn out from our nightly excursions, but buoyed by love and eager to seize the day, we loaded picnic blankets and a hamper into the boot of Victoria’s automobile, along with our bathing suits and Melinda’s bucket and spade. Then we made our way south to Brighton Beach.

Seated in the back, the girls regaled us with childhood songs during our drive. Becky resisted at first, thinking herself much too mature for such silliness. But her sisters’ enthusiasm proved infectious, and soon she had joined the impromptu choir. Victoria and I were in the front with the windows wound down. Her hand rested on my thigh, occasionally straying beneath the hem of the summery dress I wore.

I’d seldom felt as happy and content as I did at that moment. After so many years alone, I’d found a family and a home, a place where I truly belonged. I’d become my own woman; discovered the person I was always destined to be.

And it mattered not that the world refused to accept women like Victoria and myself for who we were. Because we had accepted ourselves, and there was strength in that, strength enough to shield us from the burden of shame and guilt. This new life would be a secret one, but it was no less fulfilling for that.

By the time we reached Brighton a couple of hours later, the day had turned warm and balmy. The seaside town was a popular destination for families, but even on the sunniest of days there were quiet stretches of beach to be found along the coast, away from the throngs of bathers and day trippers.

While Becky and her sisters made a beeline for the ice cream cart further up the beach, Victoria and I laid out our blanket on the sand, then poured glasses of crisp white wine for ourselves and lemonade for the girls.

We stripped down to our bathing suits, my lover wearing a thin cotton shirt over hers, unbuttoned and rolled up at the sleeves. With her long, willowy legs glistening in the sun, and golden hair draped loosely across her shoulders, she might have been a goddess. I could barely restrain myself from claiming her mouth in a lover’s kiss. It irked me, the impossibility of letting the world know this magnificent woman was mine, but there was nothing to be done about it. All we could do was make the best of things as they were.

“It’s nice to get out of the house for a while, isn’t it?” Victoria said. “Shadowglen can be a little oppressive at times.”

Her fingers trailed lightly up and down my arm, and I was suddenly acutely aware that we no longer had the walls of that old house to shield and protect us. I found myself scanning the beach for curious onlookers, but in truth, I don’t think we had much to worry about – it was a more innocent age back then, and the notion that two women might be lovers must surely have been unfathomable to most.

“I’m surprised you didn’t sell up,” I said. “After everything that happened with your husband, I mean.”

“I thought about it,” Victoria admitted. “But running away was never my style. Rather, I took ownership of all the things that tried to destroy me. Why would Shadowglen be any different? It’s my house now, with all the memories that come with it, good and bad.”

“Do you ever think of travelling?” I asked, looking out onto the ocean and whatever lay beyond. “I think I’d like to one day.”

Victoria smiled wistfully. “Yes. That would be nice. When the girls are a little older and can fend for themselves, perhaps you and I will pack our things and see something of the world. How does that sound, my sweet?”

“It’s a promise,” I told her.

“A promise,” Victoria agreed.

The girls returned with ice cream, and having polished off our sweet treats with gusto – Melinda losing a generous dollop of hers down the front of her swimming costume, much to her annoyance, and our amusement – the five of us paddled into the sea. I went as deep as I dared, the water reaching my waist, then lingered in the shallows while the Shaws splashed and swam further out.

“Come on, Doris!” Sophia cried. “It’s not that cold.”

“I… I can’t,” I hollered back.

“Why ever not?” Victoria said.

“Because I c-can’t swim,” I replied, suddenly on the verge of tears.

It seems so ridiculous now, but watching the Shaws frolicking in the water just out of reach, I found myself experiencing a sudden sense of separation, as if something was trying to tell me I didn’t truly belong with them. It was foolish to doubt myself that way of course, but my old insecurities resurfaced from time to time. Like it or not, those fears were part of who I was. They could never be banished completely, but in time I would come to accept and master them.

Then hands were reaching out for me, arms encircling my body, taking the burden of my weight. The ground disappeared beneath my feet, and I felt a moment of pure panic. But my family was there to protect me, keeping me safe from harm. They guided me further out until I was floating on my back, tentatively moving through the water. All the while, Victoria and the girls cheered me on with smiles and shouts of encouragement.

Swimming. I was swimming. Life had done its best to sweep me under, but against all the odds I had prevailed, kept my head above the water. And now I was in full motion, moving through a world that could not keep me down.

III

After our little aquatic drama, we dried ourselves off, changed back into our clothes, then took a leisurely stroll along the beach, where we found a newly opened seafront restaurant called The Regency. Apparently, it had once been the home of Harriet Mellon, the richest woman in Europe in her day, and her favourite dish, freshly caught king prawns in garlic, was served there in her honour. It was my first time trying prawns, and I found them to be the most sublime thing I’d ever tasted. They were a hit with the girls, too, enough that Victoria was obliged to order a second batch.

By the time we arrived back at Shadowglen it was early evening, and we were all exhausted.

There was a car I’d never seen before parked on the forecourt, an expensive looking Rolls Royce. A chauffeur leaned against the polished chassis, cigarette caught between his lips. He snapped to attention, hastily snuffing his smoke, then doffed his cap at us as Victoria brought her own automobile to a stop.

“Whose car is that?” Sophia said.

“They must be awfully posh if they have their own driver,” Melinda mused.

“Do you know who it belongs to, Mother?” Becky asked.

“Yes, I think so,” Victoria replied in uncharacteristically subdued tones. “But I hope I’m wrong.”

I placed a hand on her arm. “Someone you don’t want to see?”

Victoria switched off the engine, then released a big sigh. “Don’t ask.”

We all filed into the house, depositing our sandy shoes on the porch as we went. Approaching the lounge, Victoria steeled herself for whatever waited inside, then pushed open the door.

An elderly man and woman were seated on the couch, dressed in sombre black, as if returning from a funeral. They turned towards us as the girls and I stood behind Victoria, peering into the room.

“The prodigal daughter returns,” the man announced gravely. His hair and bristling moustache were iron-grey, and he gripped an elaborate cane with an ivory handle depicting a stag. “Your housemaid let us in, then made herself scarce without taking our coats or offering us tea. Bloody rude!”

“Goodness, Victoria. Where on earth are the rest of your staff?” the woman chipped in. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa with both hands knotted in her lap, back so straight I doubted even a plumb bob would find fault.

Victoria closed her eyes for a brief moment, then opened them again. “Hello, Mother,” she said wearily. “Hello, Father.”

On to Chapter Fifteen!

A lengthy chapter… so please pace yourself as you read. Worth the wait, we hope. — JetBoy

A (formerly) brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.

Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.

Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.

In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.

When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.

Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.

Ann recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They were in bed and making love when Ann glanced up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette didn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann was mesmerized — and turned on, in spite of herself.

The next day, Ann was approached by Coralie, who briefly exposed herself, then admitted that she was attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann was shocked, but promised to keep the girl’s secret. Later, Ann brings herself to orgasm remembering that time with Colette – and Coralie.

The next morning, Ann is awakened by her granddaughter Poppy, who she will be looking after that day while Jess takes Alice and Katie to the dentist. After awhile, Ann notices the seven-year-old behaving in a very strange way. First, while reading, she notices that the child is naked beneath her skirt and surreptitiously rubbing her bare slit. Taken aback, she decides to take a bath, which is interrupted by Poppy, who insists on sharing the tub with her grandmother and soaping her breasts.

When Jess returns with the older girls, she has a stern chat with Poppy after Ann mentions having bathed with her. But when Poppy asks for a kiss, Jess can’t resist the chance to go down on her little girl.

Later that night, Jess phones her sister Laura, asking her to keep an eye on Poppy the next day. Laura will be looking after the girls while Jess and Rachel are on a one-night trip to London. The sisters end up having a very stimulating round of phone sex before turning in for the night.

The London trip is a rousing success for Rachel and Jess. During their stay in a posh hotel, they end up having a sex party with Dominique, an Asian friend of Rachel’s who runs a sex shop and loves to demonstrate the toys she sells, and Valentina, a Slovenian immigrant who works as a maid in the hotel. She delivers a bottle of champagne to the room and is subsequently enticed into her first lesbian experience. Meanwhile, back home, Ann and her daughter Laura are having a frank discussion about sex.

And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Laura and Ann were relaxing on Jessica’s cozy sofa, wine glasses in hand, a half-emptied bottle on the table before them. That, coupled with the provocative nature of their conversation, had both mother and daughter feeling warm and tingly.

Actually, Laura had gone from tingling to throbbing. She was restless with arousal and trying not to let it show, her knickers positively sodden. After all, she was about to share intimate details of her sex life with Ann, hoping to get her mum hot and bothered.

Taking a sip of the Cabernet she’d selected from Jess’ wine rack, Laura began. “So, Mum, you’ve heard of swingers, right?”

Ann pursed her lips. “Honestly, dear… I’ve not had many sexual experiences outside marriage, that’s true, but I wasn’t born yesterday. Yes, I know what swinging is.” Then she smiled. “Remember the Mannions, the couple who built the mock Tudor four doors down?”

Laura nodded. “Still the ugliest house in the district, I swear. What about them?”

“Well, they were into that sort of thing. You see,” Ann’s cheeks reddened a bit, “they invited your father and me to… join them. Of course, we refused.”

Laura’s jaw had gone slack. “The Mannions? Those two?” She gave her head a brisk shake. “Bloody hell, I can’t let myself think about that. All right then, you understand what I’m talking about.

“For those who participate, there are some pretty big events dedicated to swinging, but most of them take place in suburban homes with just a few invited guests – maybe just two couples. I’ve written about this scene a few times. But there’s a big difference between swingers and the assignment I’m on now. See, swinging is generally for couples and single women… and most of the women are bisexual, or at least curious.”

Ann appeared to have a question, so Laura paused. “Hmmm?”

”So, since there are men at these events, I suppose you don’t… get involved?”

“Well, I don’t normally participate when I’m doing a story, and yeah, I’m not about having it off with men. There was this one time when I got pulled into a big ladies-only orgy while the men watched.”

Ann seemed to be picturing that scene in her head, and Laura felt a twinge of excitement as she saw a tensing in her mum’s thighs, as if she was squeezing them together. Good – you keep doing that, Mum.

“Now the parties I investigated for this assignment are a completely different kettle of fish. These little get-togethers are for women only. You pay a membership fee, anywhere from £50-£200 a month, plus a signing-on fee to cover background checks and set-up; membership cards, apps, email address, that sort of thing. Some of the more exclusive events cost hundreds of pounds a ticket, and they’re almost always held in large private residences and country houses. The venues are strictly secret – you have to sign an NDA, and photos or filming are almost never permitted. Many of the members are wealthy, famous or both, so discretion is an absolute must.”

Setting her wine glass on the coffee table, Ann adjusted her sitting position. “What kind of women go to these parties?”

“Hmm. Some of them are married, but aren’t getting what they want in the bedroom. Some are single, maybe divorced, and some are business women who don’t have time for proper relationships, especially with men. But they need a release, or just a good old fuck, and these parties offer a safe environment to explore their desires. They might already be lesbians, or just curious, and these parties cater for all levels of experience. Some of the women like getting it on with first-timers, some are looking for familiar faces… but even if you don’t manage to hook up on your own, they have escort agency girls around to make sure everyone is satisfied. Believe me, Mum – you would have no problem finding someone to join you in bed.”

As Laura spoke, she saw Ann rest a hand in her lap – perhaps an attempt to suppress a growing heat? She continued. “The last event I attended was in a mansion on the outskirts of Paris with about thirty or so women. This time, I was allowed to get some photos and a little video before the party proper started, as long as no one could be identified. All the guests were advised beforehand, and I had to submit everything for review.”

Laura paused to sip from her glass before resuming the story. “Now I’m supposed to be reporting, not cruising for sex myself… but there was one woman who caught my eye, and I could tell she was checking me out, too. She was somewhere close to forty, attractive, and clearly new to the whole scene.

“Before long, some of the women were down to their lingerie… and a few were stark naked, having sex on the sofas and in the chairs. Mostly couples, but there was some group action happening. The main event was taking place in the middle of the room, where this cute young thing with a crew cut who was done up exactly like Grace Jones was pounding an older woman with a massive strap-on cock. They were putting on quite a show!”

“Grace who?” Ann asked, her brow slightly furrowed. “Someone you know?”

“Lord, I wish! No, Mum. She’s a singer with style for weeks. I’ll have to play you a few of her records… or take you to a bar where we can dance to her. If you’re going to be gay, it’s de rigueur to know about Grace. Anyway, while those two were fucking, this woman kept looking over at me. I finally gave her a smile, and she smiled back, drifting toward the exit that led to the bedrooms. It was obvious she wanted me to follow… so that’s what I did.

“Once we were both in the corridor, she reached for my hand, then blushed, not sure what happened next. ‘Do we just pick one of the rooms?’ she asked me.

“Now, I’d had the grand tour earlier that day when I was still wearing my journalist hat, so I told her, ‘Come,’ and led the woman to one of the better rooms, where they had a small jacuzzi.

“Mildred was her name. I was right; it was her first time at a sex party, though she’d been with women before. She was very eager and had a great body. We shared a few hot kisses, then stripped off and got to it.” Laura sat back, idly stroking her thighs. “Oh, Mum, it was incredible. For over two hours, Mildred and I fucked like animals. She was carrying a strap-on in her handbag, and we took turns using it on each other. I went down on her, she did the same to me, then she nearly got her whole hand inside my vagina.”

“My goodness,” Ann breathed.

“I’ve been with quite a few women, as well as the odd group encounter, but that night was something else. When we finally fell asleep, I was utterly exhausted. Mildred gave me her card the next morning.”

“Have you contacted her since?”

“Not yet. I’ve been occupied… er, putting the final touches on the article. Also, I’m wrapped up in research for my next assignment. My boss wants me to do a piece on lesbian escorts. We’re talking about high-class women who charge hundreds of euros for an evening.”

Ann raised an eyebrow. “That’s a thing, is it?”

“Oh, yes. Some of these girls get taken all over the world in private jets, all expenses paid, given free use of credit cards for shopping…” Laura gave her mother a wry smile. “Why do you ask, Mum? Thinking of using your retirement cash to splash out on some teenage hotties?”

“Don’t be silly, Laura,” Ann protested, a hint of colour in her cheeks. “It’s just that… I’ve never even heard of escorts for lesbians!”

“The world has changed since your dating days, Mum. More and more women are questioning their sexuality, and a lot of young girls are experimenting with one another as an alternative to boys.”

Ann slowly nodded. “I can see why. I mean, just look at your sister. She only had eyes for men, and look how that worked out! Rachel is exactly what she needed. It’s been good for the girls, too.”

Laura had to smile. If you only knew how good, Mum. Clearing her throat, she said, “So, Mum – are you planning on taking things any further with that girl you slept with… Gina, wasn’t it?”

“Well, while I was on holiday I… thought about that. I’d like to see Gina again, perhaps spend another night with her, but I don’t think we’d work out in a real relationship. It’s fine for me to play the field for a bit, but at some point I’ll want to settle down.”

“Hmm. You’ve put some serious thought into exploring the lesbian life, haven’t you?”

A moment’s hesitation, then Ann said, “Yes. Yes, I have. Heaven knows, it’s not something I expected to happen, or was looking for… but at this point in my life, I think being with a woman is – I don’t know, it just feels right for me.”

“Preaching to the choir, Mum,” said Laura, taking her mother’s hand. “What type of women would you look for?”

“I don’t really know, sweetie. Remember, I’m new at this.”

“What sort of age, then? Same as you? My age? Maybe even younger.” Laura studied her mum closely, trying to discern any flicker of arousal. Is she holding something back? Maybe she’s already called Gina, or she’s trawling dating sites for someone else. But why would she keep that a secret?

“I don’t know,” Ann sighed. “I’m only just coming to terms with the idea of… of being gay. I’ve still got to work out what kind of women I like.”

“That’s usually how you know you’re gay in the first place, Mum – realising you’re attracted to certain kinds of women.” Laura hesitated, then said, “How about porn?”

Ann arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Lesbian porn. Sampled any yet?”

“Not really. Oh, I did have a quick peek online after that night with Gina, but just that one time. It was only a couple of days before the cruise, and I had a million things to do.”

“So… what did you think?”

“I didn’t really know what to look for, so I just searched for lesbians. I found a website right away, actually; can’t recall the name. Goodness, I couldn’t believe how much there was of… that sort of thing! I did look at a couple of videos that seemed a bit, well, not realistic, if you know what I mean. Like the women were acting instead of making love.”

“Yeh, there’s a lot of that,” Laura said. “Made for blokes to toss off to, basically. Was there anything you did enjoy?”

“There was this one video,” Ann replied with a shy smile. “It featured these two women – about Jessica’s age, I’d say. One blonde, one brunette. They were standing in a hallway, chatting… then the brunette pressed the blonde against the wall and kissed her.”

“I like where this is going,” Laura murmured. “Did they move the party into bed?”

“No, they began undressing each other right there in the hall. The brunette lifted the blonde’s skirt, slid her panties down, then started licking her.” Ann drew in a shaky breath. “My God, it was so erotic! They ended up, um, fucking right there on the floor.”

“Sounds positively delicious. Did you masturbate?”

“Laura!” Ann gasped. “That’s… personal!”

“Mum, seriously?” Laura fired back, rolling her eyes. “This entire conversation is meant to be personal! If I can admit to licking the cunt of a stranger, you can be honest about getting yourself off.” She hesitated, then added, “I ate her arsehole, too.”

Ann stared at her daughter in disbelief, then began to laugh. “Oh, my,” she said a moment later, still chuckling, “I’m beginning to wonder if I’m too old-fashioned to be a lesbian.”

“Don’t you believe it, Mum,” Laura said, moving to wrap both arms round her mother, “There’s a dirty, dirty girl lurking beneath that restrained exterior, and I’m going to help her break free.”

“Well, you’re right – I did touch myself, watching that video,” Ann murmured, holding Laura close. “First time in, oh, goodness, I can’t recall how long. I’d forgotten how good it felt, giving yourself an orgasm. Maybe you could recommend some other videos I could check out.” She laughed again. “My goodness. Am I really asking my own daughter to help me find dirty movies?”

“Anything for you, Mum,” purred Laura, her lips lightly brushing Ann’s ear. “You know, the best lesbian clips are the ones shot by women. I’ll email you some links of my faves – a pick-n-mix selection of girly fun!”

“I – I look forward to it,” Ann said, enjoying the warmth of Laura’s body against hers. Is she wearing scent, or is that just her? It’s lovely.

Laura kissed her mum’s cheek, gently withdrawing from their embrace, then slid back to the end of the sofa, reaching for her wine glass. Taking the last swallow, she parted her legs, giving Ann another full-on view of the red panties she wore. She’d already flashed her mother several times, and Ann never failed to look. By this time, Laura’s knickers were quite damp. Wonder if Mum can tell. 

Looking away, Ann noticed the clock. “Gracious, it’s nearly midnight. We should go to bed.”

“Suppose so,” Laura replied. After taking their glasses and what was left of the wine to the kitchen, mother and daughter shared a goodnight hug, then went to their respective sleeping quarters – Laura to Jessica’s bed, Ann to the guest room.

Fifteen minutes later, Laura crept along the hallway, peeking into each of the three girls’ rooms to make sure they weren’t up to any shenanigans. Satisfied they were out for the count, she slipped quietly down to the room at the end of the landing, pausing to listen before tapping quietly on the door, then opening it a little to peek through the gap.

The bedside lamp was on. Ann was sitting up in bed, wearing a satin nightie. She was idly thumbing through a magazine. “Laura?”

She whispered back, “Can I come in, Mum?”

“Of course. Is anything the matter?”

“No, no. I just wanted to talk to you about something.” Carefully closing the door behind her, Laura padded over to the bed. “Mind if I get in with you?”

“Um, all right. I don’t think we’ve shared a bed since you were six.”

Pulling the belt at her waist, Laura shrugged off the short satin robe, letting it fall to the carpet. As she stood naked before her mother, she ran both hands through her hair. Noting the look of surprise on Ann’s face, she said, “I never wear anything to bed. That’s okay, isn’t it? It’s just us girls together… or do you want me to find something to put on?”

“No, that’s fine, dear,” Ann replied. But the sight of Laura’s nudity had her feeling oddly restless. Must be all that talk of sex with women. Actually, she’d been toying with the notion of masturbating after turning out the light – but that clearly wasn’t going to happen now.

Laura pulled back the quilt and slipped in beside her mother, leaving herself covered up to the waist.

Not wanting to stare at her daughter’s breasts, Ann gazed into Laura’s eyes instead. “What did you want to talk about, sweetheart?”

Turning toward her mum, Laura raised herself on one elbow, her smallish and firm breasts remaining taut. “I’m going to suggest something to you, Mum… but I want you to really give it some thought before making a decision. Fair enough?”

Ann nodded. “All right.”

“Good. Okay, here’s what I’m thinking. I’d like to get you into a sex party. The women-only kind.” Before her mother could reply, she continued. “I have the details of the party organisers, and I could ask them to give you an invite to their next event as a favour. They’d be happy to, given their membership will surely get a boost once my article gets out there. It would certainly be safer than a dating site, and I guarantee you’ll have a great time. There’s no pressure to have sex with anyone, especially if you’re new to it… but once you get a glimpse of the action, you’ll want to indulge, believe me.”

“I don’t know, Laura. I’m not sure if I could go looking for a, a sex partner with dozens of people looking on.”

“They’re all there for the same reason, Mum, and you wouldn’t be the only first-timer.”

“Strictly speaking, I’m not a first-timer anymore.”

“I know, but you’ve only been with one woman so far.” Laura was watching her mother closely as she said those words, and felt a twinge of surprise when Ann averted her eyes.

What’s this, then? Okay, now I’m convinced. Mum’s had it off with someone else.

Lying back, hands behind her head, Laura said, “Well, the offer stands, so just let me know.”

“I’ll think about it,” Ann replied with a brief nod.

Both women remained silent for a few moments, then Laura spoke again. “There’s something else I want to ask you.”

Turning back to Laura, Ann couldn’t prevent herself from looking down at her daughter’s breasts, taking in the view just long enough to notice how lovely they were. Then, averting her eyes, she glanced lower, to where Laura’s hand was resting on her hip beneath the quilt. The blanket had dragged down a little further, enough to reveal a hint of her daughter’s shaved vulva.

Ann closed her eyes, feeling more awkward than ever. “What’s that, dear?”

“Jess told me you gave her the full Monty about what you got up to with Gina… but to be brutally honest, we both think you’re holding something back; you’ve not told us everything. Just now, when I said you’ve only been with one woman, you looked away.”

Laura studied Ann’s face, then pressed on. “Mum, when I first came out, I always went to you for advice. I told you everything because I knew you wouldn’t judge me. It’s time for you to trust me in the same way. I think you’ve got more lesbian experience than you say. Was it Gina, or someone else?”

Ann looked down at her hands, suddenly ashamed for not having been honest. My foolish fears, she told herself. Taking a calming breath, she raised her head to meet Laura’s gaze.

“You’re right, dear,” she murmured. “I have been with someone else… but it wasn’t Gina, it was a woman I met on the cruise.”

Laura touched her mother’s shoulder. “Tell me about her, Mum. Tell me everything.”

“The last couple of weeks of the trip, I met a French woman on holiday with her daughter, the one in the photos. Her name is Colette, she’s forty-five and owns a publishing house in Paris; her husband died last year. She took the trip so as to spend time with her daughter Coralie. She’s eleven, and such a sweet, polite child. Anyway, we got talking about our similar situations and became friends, going on day trips together and fending off the men looking for one-night stands; there were a few of those.

“One night after dinner we were drinking wine in her stateroom, and she asked how I managed on my own, now that my husband was gone. I could have told her about Gina, but I didn’t feel ready to share that with anyone else – besides you, of course. So I said that I didn’t want to rush into a new relationship just yet. That was more or less the truth, anyway.

“Then Colette told me that she and her husband sometimes shared women between them. She was very open about it; apparently she’d only been with women since university and considered herself a lesbian until she met her husband. He was responsive to her needs, though, and was open to Colette having female lovers. And if the woman was bisexual, sometimes she’d be invited to join Colette and her husband in bed. Once he died, she chose to live as a lesbian again.

“She asked if I’d ever been with a woman, and this time I told her about Gina. I didn’t plan to go into detail, but Colette managed to winkle it all out of me. I admitted that yes, it had been lovely, enough that I was questioning my sexuality.”

Laura thought it best to keep both hands in view, but she was pressing her thighs together to ease the low throb she felt in her groin. “Sounds like a pretty personal conversation with someone you’d just met.”

“I’d known Colette for a week and a half by then, so we were well past the casual acquaintance stage.”

So… did she come on to you?”

“In a manner of speaking. She offered to show me how good it was to be with a woman. You have to understand, the offer was made in the spirit of friendship, to help me decide if I wanted to go that way. Of course, she was also honest about how much she wanted it herself!”

“And you accepted her offer?” Laura had a sudden thought that piqued her curiosity. “Hold on – you said Colette had a daughter with her. Where was she?”

“Coralie had her own room, and she’d turned in for the night. I was concerned about waking her up, but Colette assured me her daughter was a very sound sleeper. Anyhow, we went into Colette’s room.”

“And then…?”

“Oh… we kissed, and undressed each other. Then we made love.”

“Hmm. Since it’s so bloody late, I’ll let you off the hook for now, but let’s get one thing straight, Mum: at some point, you are going to tell me this entire story in explicit detail. I expect to have one very soaked pair of knickers once you’ve finished, too.”

“Laura, honestly,” Ann replied, her cheeks flushed.

“So… how was it?”

“Sex with Colette? I can’t find the words to describe it. I mean, with Gina, she did all the work, and it was over in less than a half hour. That wasn’t her fault; I was too nervous and shy to return the favour. I did enjoy what she did, but it was all a bit sudden for me.

“Colette was patient and gentle; she taught me things about my body I’d never known, and gave me feelings I didn’t think were possible. Much as I loved your father, he never satisfied me like that. I can’t remember how many times I, you know, climaxed. I actually lost track of how long we were at it – a couple of hours, at least.” Wanting to avoid awkward questions, Ann decided to leave out the part where Colette’s little girl Coralie spied on them while touching herself. How on earth could I explain something like that?

Laura listened with a steadily building arousal, her mind buzzing. She pictured her mum naked, enjoying a hot, sweaty fuck with the sexy French woman from her vacation snaps. Laura’s nipples were achingly erect, her cunt pulsing hard and deep, enough that she had to fight an urge to ease a finger into the folds of her vagina. More than that, she longed to unbutton her mother’s satin nightie and slip her hand inside to cup a full, creamy breast. Rolling Mum’s nipple between finger and thumb, feeling it stiffen…

Thankfully, her restraint won. Drawing in a calming breath, Laura said, “Well, Mother, from that glowing review of Colette’s talents, I’m guessing that you’re more or less converted to the lesbian sisterhood. Do you plan to see her again?”

“She returned to Paris, but we exchanged email and phone numbers. I told her about you, Jess and the girls. and she and Coralie want to meet the whole family on their next trip. They’re doing quite a lot of travelling these days, so that might be soon.”

“We’d love to meet them. I’m sure Jess will be thrilled to get acquainted with the woman who turned you. So what’s next, Mum?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to wait to have sex until you get back together with your new friend, or are you going to play the field? My offer of the party invite still stands… or maybe I can give you a hand negotiating dating sites. If you’re interested in taking a lover, casual or otherwise, I’ll do all I can to help.”

“Let’s not get carried away, Laura. I need to think about this a bit more. Even if Colette was open to a relationship, she lives in Paris and has a business to run. I’d like to find a local woman who is discreet, not inclined to rush things. Someone willing to keep our relationship private, at least for now. I’m not quite ready to be out and proud.”

“Well, don’t spend too long thinking, Mum – take a chance! If you decide to try one of the parties, I’m game to assist.”

“Thank you, darling,” Ann murmured, patting her daughter’s hand. “Look, it’s late, and I really do need to get some rest.”

Laura gave Ann a bashful smile, one she often used to entice potential lovers into her bed. “Um… can I sleep with you, Mum?”

After an instant of hesitation, Ann said, “Er, all right, if you like.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

Ann reached out to switch off the bedside lamp, then scooted down into bed. Laura moved in to kiss her mum on the cheek, then surprised Ann by snuggling up close, resting a hand just beneath her breasts.

At first Ann was taken aback – but then she smiled, remembering long-ago cuddle-ups with her girls. It’s been too long since I’ve done this, she mused. Pressing a kiss into Laura’s hair, she whispered, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Night, Mum.”

Bolstered by the late hour, the best part of a bottle of wine, and their separate thoughts, mother and daughter relaxed, their bodies nestled together. Laura drifted off right away, but Ann had too much to think about.

She mulled over how things had changed for her since that evening with Gina, when she first discovered the appeal of sex with a woman, moving quickly to that momentous night of lesbian lovemaking with Colette. The memory of little Coralie lifting her skirt to reveal her childish slit briefly made itself known, but Ann thrust that image away. Don’t go there, she admonished herself.

From there, her thoughts turned to her new heightened awareness of the female form. It hadn’t escaped Ann’s notice that since returning from holiday, she’d begun to look more closely at women and girls she encountered in everyday life, enthralled by their beauty. Even Laura’s casual nudity made Ann feel fluttery inside. It’s just because she’s a lovely woman, she told herself. Nothing to do with her being my daughter.

Even the sight of young girls seemed to stir her in ways it never had before. Once again, her thoughts returned to Coralie’s wanton display of her sex; the way she shyly asked, Do you think I am pretty, Ann? Then whispering, If you want to touch me, you can. I would like that very much.

Ann shook her head. I didn’t touch her. I wouldn’t have, not that way. She’s just a child. So why does that memory continue to nag at me?

From there, her thoughts drifted to Poppy; the bath they’d shared earlier that day. The incident itself had been odd enough, but the more Ann mused on it, the more it seemed as if Poppy had been flirting with her.

The very idea seemed ridiculous, and yet…

Poppy did seem to be putting her body on display in the tub, Ann mused. Showing herself off, almost. And the way she was touching herself earlier while she watched TV, stretched out on her tummy in that little skirt with nothing on underneath… Did she know I was watching? Did she want me to watch?

And the way she fondled my breasts in the bath; practically feeling me up! Perhaps it was just childish curiosity, but the more I think about it… No, that’s silly. Why on earth would a child come on to her own grandmother?

On the other hand, Poppy’s mum and big sister recently came out as gay, so she’s probably at least wondered if she liked girls herself. Lord knows, I had precious little use for boys at her age! But that doesn’t explain why she’d want to experiment with an old woman like me, instead of one of her little friends.

Enough. You’re being daft. She’s only seven, and you’re making a mountain of a bloody molehill. Go to sleep.

Ann expected to need a few minutes before she could drift off, but those glasses of wine were still making themselves felt. Settling in, she focused on relaxing her body: legs and arms, neck and shoulders, chest, belly, jaw. It was the best method she knew to entice herself into slumber – and sure enough, within a few minutes, Ann was dozing soundly.

As for Laura, she wanted to stay awake, to savour the pleasure of snuggling with her mother while nude. Wish Mum slept naked, too. She thought about ‘accidentally’ allowing her hand to drift upward until it rested on her mum’s ample breast, or slide down to lightly cup her mons, but couldn’t summon up the nerve to take that bold step. Finally, she also succumbed to sleep.

***

An unfamiliar sound nudged Ann into semi-consciousness. Feeling a numbness in her arm, she tried to move, but something held it down. That strange sound pierced the night again, and she realised it was an owl. Turning her head to the right, she blinked a few times to focus her eyes. The moon was shining through the window, spilling liquid silver onto the bed.

Ann realised her arm was pinned beneath Laura’s neck. She reached over with her free hand and gently withdrew it – without waking Laura, thankfully. Ann had to smile. Always a sound sleeper, that one. Take a cannon blast to wake her.

She flexed her fingers until she felt the blood return, then laid it on her belly, glancing over at the glowing numbers of the radio alarm clock. Less than two hours had passed since she switched off the lamp. Suddenly feeling a bit restless, Ann turned onto her side, eyes widening when she saw that Laura had pushed the quilt away, leaving her bare body limned in the moon’s glow.

Now that she was able to take a good long look without feeling awkward about it, Ann studied her daughter’s trim, athletic frame. Laura’s breasts weren’t large, though ideal for her build. And as Ann suspected from the brief glimpse she’d had earlier, her daughter’s sex was shaved smooth.

She felt a reckless, crazy urge to reach out and trace the curves of Laura’s body, but quickly dismissed it. Instead, she allowed that restless hand to drift down to her own sex, pressing against the front of her nightgown.

In the mellow moonlight, Laura was a work of art waiting to be captured by the painter’s brush. She lay with her right leg bent at the knee, ever so slightly opening the flower of her sex. Ann felt a surge of warmth, a mixture of arousal at the sight of the beautiful naked woman lying next to her, and shame that this particular woman happened to be her own daughter.

In an effort to shake off that twinge of guilt, Ann looked away. Closing her eyes, she tried to pretend Laura was someone else. Inevitably, her thoughts went to Colette Fournier.

Unfortunately, that only served to increase the arousal she felt. Her need for release had been steadily simmering throughout the conversation with Laura; now it had mounted into a frantic hunger that had Ann trembling inside, an increasingly damp patch soaking the front of her panties.

Ann glanced over her shoulder to make sure Laura was still asleep, then slowly hoisted her nightdress up. Taking hold of the waistband of her panties, she carefully slipped them down and off, sliding them under the pillow so Laura wouldn’t see them on the floor when she awakened.

Surprised by her own boldness, Ann slipped a hand down to cup the rise of her vulva, then pressed the middle finger inward until it nestled easily between her labia. Moving slowly at first, she trailed that finger up and down, occasionally dipping inside, then focused on her swelling clitoris, lightly circling the fleshy nub.

A ripple of pleasure made itself known, then began to build as her breathing grew deeper. Checking once more to make certain Laura was still peacefully dozing, Ann continued her subtle caresses, alternating between penetrating her cunt and quick, teasing flicks to the clitoris. Almost without conscious thought,  she brought a second finger into play and began to pivot them both in and out, fighting to keep her movements under control. You mustn’t shake the bed, she told herself.

Immersed in the throes of her approaching orgasm, Ann suddenly felt a hand on top of hers. It startled her so badly that she nearly cried out loud. Twisting to the right, she saw Laura’s face over her shoulder. She was about to yank her hand away, but her daughter held it firmly in place, pressing Ann’s fingers into the dripping flesh.

“Laura! What on earth are you doing!?”

Laura responded in a low, sultry whisper, her lips grazing Ann’s ear. “It’s okay, Mum. You need this… don’t deny yourself.”

“But…”

“Shhh! Just let it happen.” With that, Laura probed between her mother’s fingers, curving the index digit into Ann’s vagina.

Shocked, Ann tried to pull away, but couldn’t escape her daughter’s firm grip. Their bodies were pressed snugly together, and Ann was all too conscious that only a single layer of gauzy material lay between Laura’s nakedness and hers.

“We – we can’t do this, sweetheart,” she protested, trying to sound calm and failing completely.

Ann’s hand was trapped in her daughter’s, and Laura was using it like a teacher guiding a child through signing his name, writing on her mum’s clitoris in letters of fire. Once more, Ann attempted to free herself, stammering, “Laura, please–”

But before Ann could continue, Laura leaned over and claimed her mother’s mouth in a kiss.

The words died on Ann’s lips, Laura’s tongue silencing her objections. She was too startled to respond at first… and her daughter seized the moment, kissing her mum with a fervour that stole Ann’s breath away. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look – but that only triggered memories of Colette, how delicious her kisses were. Surprising herself, Ann relaxed for a moment, allowing Laura to have her way.

By then, Laura had moved her mum’s hand to one side, her fingers wriggling and twisting round inside Ann’s vagina, playing hell with the older woman’s concentration. She’s going to make me come, Ann told herself.

In some crazy way, it actually made sense. The darkness masked the identity of the owner of the mouth and hand guiding her so skilfully towards climax, and her rational mind blocked out the reality of the situation, focusing instead on her rising pleasure. As if on automatic pilot, her body responded as nature intended, Ann’s tensed muscles easing as the warmth spread up from below and down from her mouth to meet in her core.

A sharp twinge of conscience jolted her. I have to stop this, she thought. I have to stop this!

But it was already too late. Ann clutched handfuls of the quilt, moaning into her daughter’s mouth as the storm rose and broke, unleashing a torrent of ecstasy that shook her like dice in a cup. Tearing her mouth away from Laura’s, she gave a loud, ragged cry that trailed off into a moan.

Laura’s pulse raced as Ann’s body trembled and stiffened to her touch. She’d dreamed of making love to her strong, beautiful mother since discovering her true sexuality as a teen, but assumed her fantasy would always remain just that. Now her fingers were buried and busy in Mum’s cunt, driving the older woman through a rager of an orgasm. Fucking hell, Jess may well fling the dummy when I tell her, Laura mused, unable to restrain a triumphant grin.

Ann was still coming, but she’d hit her peak, her climax gradually waning. She shuddered a few times, then went limp, motionless but for the rise and fall of her chest. Laura slowed, then ceased the thrusting of her fingers, carefully withdrawing them before lying down beside her dazed mother.

Her eyes still closed, Ann struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Should she just get up and flee the room, pretend none of this had happened? Oh, don’t be bloody stupid, she told herself. This is the real world, and you’ve got to deal with it.

She slowly turned to see Laura still at her side, their faces inches apart. My God, what are you playing at, Laura? I’m your mother! That shouldn’t have happened.”

“You needed it, Mum. You’re struggling against yourself, fighting your desires. You’re worried what others will think instead of going for what you want.” She weighed her options, then added, “Besides, I’ve wanted to do that to you for years.”

“Wait, you – you have? With me?”

“Oh, Mum,” Laura sighed. “Why do you think I’ve always preferred older women? I had a crush on you before I was twelve, before I even knew I liked girls. Once I got older, I looked for someone like you. I found some incredible lovers along the way, but no one ever filled that space.”

Ann gave her head a slow shake, as if trying to clear it. “Goodness me! I… well, I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Then don’t say anything,” Laura murmured, drawing close. “Just let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

Looking up, Ann met her daughter’s eyes, saw the hunger in them. A tiny gasp escaped her, but before she could respond, Laura’s mouth covered hers again.

This time, despite her protests, Ann found her daughter’s kiss harder to resist. But I have to, she thought. I need to make her stop. Oh, my God… why does she have to be so damned GOOD at this!?

Laura’s hand had been lightly resting on her mons, but now Ann felt those fingers begin to move, commencing a slow circle around her clitoris. Ripples of pleasure surged through her, awakening feelings of hunger, of need. She’d experienced orgasm a minute or two earlier; now she ached for release all over again.

Laura continued to kiss her mother, making it as intense and lustful as she could, hoping against hope to get an encouraging response. True, Mum had yet to return the kiss… but she was no longer trying to escape, either.

Time to up the stakes, Laura thought. Let’s see how far I can take this. 

Trailing her tongue down Ann’s chin, Laura nuzzled her mum’s neck, then travelled round to the ear – first using the tip to trace around the edge, then taking the earlobe between her lips, giving it a gentle bite.

“Ohhh!” Ann gasped, beside herself with arousal. This was wrong, so utterly and completely wrong, but she couldn’t break away. No one had ever given her pleasure like this; not even Colette. Ann sensed her daughter’s love in each caress, every touch of her lips. How could she say no to feelings of such intensity?

Abruptly pulling away, Laura reached for the straps of Ann’s nightdress, pulling the silken material down to uncover the breasts that had fed her as a baby. She continued to tug at the nightie, intent on stripping her mother completely naked – but would Mum allow it? Only one way to find out. 

Laura rolled the blue nightdress down to Ann’s hips, far as she could get it without assistance, then gave it a brief tug to let her mum know what she wanted. She waited, holding her breath… feeling a white-hot jolt of exhilaration when Ann slowly raised her pelvis. YES! she silently rejoiced, stripping her mother’s last piece of apparel away with a single deft motion, then casting the nightie to one side.

Laura took a moment to savour the view of her mum’s bare body, then returned to gently fondling the older woman’s slit. Bending down, she left a trail of kisses down Ann’s neck, then down further to capture a swollen nipple between her lips. She lavished the tip of her mother’s breast with every trick she used to thrill a lover – rapidly flicking it with the tongue, circling it, teasing it with quick playful bites, finally engulfing the nipple with her lips and sucking in as much of the breast as her mouth could take.

In the meantime, it hadn’t escaped Laura’s attention that Mum’s hands were now resting on her back instead of pushing her away. Almost there, she thought.

Laura continued her two-finger assault on her mother’s cunt, but now brought her thumb into play, applying the right kind of pressure to the clitoris. She gave Mum’s nipple one last bite, harder this time. Ann gasped in mixed shock and delight, then Laura made her next move, licking a pathway downward, pausing to flick her tongue in the woman’s navel.

“Laura… oh, my lord, Laura!” Ann cried, no longer knowing whether she was begging her daughter to stop or cheering her on. The temptation to simply submit and allow herself to be taken was overwhelming, but her conscience wouldn’t be silenced… and it wasn’t as if Laura was giving her the chance to think.

Maybe I could let her do this once, just not again. Would that be so terrible?

It was wrong, Ann knew that much, but her daughter’s mouth and fingers were telling the sweetest lies, entreating her to give in to the forbidden pleasures of incest.

Laura was now lying between Ann’s thighs, studying her neatly groomed vulva in the silvery moonlight. “Lovely,” she whispered, then inhaled deeply, breathing in her mum’s thick, rich scent. God, I love the smell of cunt, she mused.

Using both hands, Laura pushed her mum’s legs apart until the object of her deepest desire was fully exposed. I came from here, she thought, then dipped down for a taste, dragging the tip of her tongue through the juicy opening.

“Oh!” gasped Ann.

The heady mix of the aroma, the flavour and the very idea of going down on her own mum drove Laura wild with lust, almost causing her to climax then and there. Before that could happen, she buried her mouth in the rosy flesh of Ann’s cunt, thrusting her tongue inside.

Still struggling with her jumbled emotions, Ann raised her head to stare at Laura. Their eyes met, and an ecstatic shiver ran through the older woman’s body when she saw the hunger in her daughter’s gaze. My God… she really does want me that much.

Laura’s response was to shift her attention to Ann’s clit, clamping her lips around the swollen nubbin. When she saw Mum’s head slam back down on the pillow and her hands desperately gripping the sheets, Laura silently rejoiced. Her mother was caught up in the moment, powerless to say or do anything to stop this from happening. Time to finish her off, Laura decided. She threw herself into the task, using all her sexual skills to keep Mum on the boil until she was ready to erupt.

Within a couple of minutes, Ann began to tremble. A cry broke from her throat, one that surely would have awakened the household, had she not managed to cover her mouth with both hands. Her mind raced, struggling in vain to make sense of this. Oh God so good, so good. 

Laura guided Ann through the roller coaster ride of orgasm, bathing her vaginal opening with long, messy licks until she felt certain her mum couldn’t take much more. Bidding farewell with a few gentle kisses, Laura crawled upward to flop down beside the panting woman, grinning in triumph. I did it. I fucking did it.  She moved in to nuzzle Ann’s ear, then moved in for a kiss – a tender one, but smouldering with passion. Mum didn’t exactly return the kiss, but she didn’t resist it, either.

Finally breaking away, Laura smiled at her mum and whispered, “I love you.”

Ann’s expression changed from dazed to bewildered. “I… I can’t believe that just happened. What were you thinking, Laura? I’m your mother!”

“That’s why, Mum. Because you’re my mother. I wanted to show how much you mean to me.”

“Laura… we can’t do this.”

“But we just did, Mum… and it was wonderful. Don’t you dare tell me otherwise.”

Ann started to reply, but couldn’t find the words. Laura was right… sex with her had been incredible. Even Colette, wonderful though she’d been, hadn’t satisfied her like this. Which only made the confusion she felt that much more acute.

She turned to the ceiling and closed her eyes, trying to reason through what had just happened. Laura remained silent for the moment, allowing her mum time to think.

A few moments later, Ann turned back toward her. “Fine. It was wonderful; I won’t deny that. So… what happens now?”

“Well, now I’ve tasted you, I think it’s only fair that you do the same for me.”

“What? No… no, I can’t.”

“I don’t believe that, Mum,” Laura murmured. “You want to lick me. I see it in your eyes.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want!” Ann retorted, growing increasingly flustered. “You’re talking about incest, for God’s sake!”

“Come on, Mum… that’s just a word,” Laura calmly replied. “It only means what society says it means. Why is it wrong for us to make each other feel good?”

“I – look, it’s not as simple as that, Laura, and well you know it.”

“But it is simple. I love you, Mum… and you love me. That’s enough. We’re only celebrating our feelings for one another in a very special, very intimate way.” Once more, she twined both arms round her mum’s bare body. “This doesn’t even have to be the end of it, y’know. Imagine if you and I could do this any time we wanted!”

Ann gawped at her daughter in disbelief. “W-what are you suggesting – that we become lovers?”

“Well, think about it before you dismiss the whole idea, okay? Maybe you’re hoping to find a woman to partner with in a serious relationship… but until that happens, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone you can come to for a good hot fuck when you felt the urge? Sure, you can play the field, maybe check out one of those sex parties, meet someone else at a chat site, even get together with your friend Colette again some day… but in the meantime, you’ll always have me.” Placing a hand on the rise of Ann’s vulva, Laura added, “And you can have me, Mum – any time you want.”

Ann fought to keep her voice down. “But mothers aren’t supposed to – to make love to their daughters!”

Gently tracing her mum’s cleft with a fingertip, Laura purred, “I know they aren’t… and that’s what makes this so fucking hot.” Her voice had fallen to a whisper. “C’mon, Mum – wouldn’t you like to go down on me? At least once?”

Ann tried to formulate an argument, but found herself coming up empty. Even though she’d come twice in the last few minutes, Laura’s finger was stirring the pot all over again, reviving her appetite. And she’s right, Ann thought. She’s my daughter, my own flesh and blood… and I want to fuck her. 

What if I went along with this, gave in to these insane cravings? Just this one time?

Sensing Mum might actually be on the verge of surrender, Laura drew in to place a gentle kiss on her lips. After a moment, she pulled away, gazing into her mother’s eyes. Seeing no signs of resistance, she resumed the kiss – allowing her tongue to explore, coaxing Ann’s tongue to join the dance.

Between Laura’s hungry kisses and that teasing finger, still gliding up and down her slit, Ann felt the last stirrings of resistance melt away. Tentatively winding both arms round the younger woman’s back, she began to respond to Laura’s passion, their tongues mingling. Before two minutes had passed, Ann was kissing her daughter like an ardent lover, groping Laura’s arse as their nude bodies ground together in a lusty tangle.

Satisfied that her mum had fully succumbed to desire, Laura broke their kiss, raising her body until her small yet firm breast was inches away from Ann’s mouth.

By then, Ann was frantic with the need to fondle, to taste, to love the body of another woman. Now that it was happening again, it seemed like she’d been hungering for something like this ever since her last night with Colette. Incest or not, the temptation was too strong to resist. Ann flicked a tongue at the offered nipple, then took it into her mouth to suck, switching to the other breast when Laura presented it.

After a minute or so of attention paid to her nipples, Laura broke away, raising herself until she was kneeling above her mum’s belly. She very pointedly placed a hand over her mound, giving Ann a questioning look. As they locked eyes, Laura saw her mother nod, then she shuffled forward until her cunt was inches from Ann’s face.

Thanks to those nights of lustful abandon with Colette on her ocean cruise, Ann had come to love the taste of pussy. Since then, she’d felt the occasional longing to go down on a woman again, but tried not to dwell on that. Now the opportunity had presented itself, only this time, she would be orally servicing her own daughter. And now Ann knew the truth: right or wrong, she longed for this to happen.

Out of the blue, Ann remembered Colette’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie, how the girl had confessed to feeling sexual desire for her mother. Time and again, that memory had intruded on her thoughts. The idea of a woman taking her daughter as a lover… Of course, it was wrong. A violation of the relationship between parent and child. Yet at the time, she had done nothing to dissuade Coralie from her longing to commit incest.

Now she was facing that same moral dilemma all over again… only this time, she’d been presented with the opportunity to couple with her own daughter. And she was going to give in, to succumb to temptation.

Enthralled, Ann stared at the smooth cleft of Laura’s sex, so near her face that she could feel its warmth. The moon provided just enough illumination to highlight its beauty, and Laura was taking the time to give her mum a good look.

It’s lovely, Ann thought. My daughter has a lovely cunt. I have to taste it. Meeting Laura’s gaze, she nodded again, more emphatically this time.

Smiling down at her mum, Laura slowly lowered her shaved, dripping slit to Ann’s waiting mouth.

The warm, juicy flesh touched Ann’s lips, the thick scent filling her head. Her pulse raced with the enormity of what she was about to do. Incest? Well, yes, it was, but that no longer mattered. I love Laura, she told herself. That’s enough.

She pressed a kiss upon the vaginal opening, then slid her tongue inside to explore. The rich, thick flavour of cunt, so familiar yet intriguingly different, nearly brought tears to her eyes. She reached around with both hands to take a firm hold of Laura’s arse, fondling it as she licked deeper. Warm, thick fluids soon coated her lips and chin.

Laura clutched at her breasts, scissoring the nipples between her fingers. She was fighting to keep her eyes open no matter how good it felt, determined not to miss a second of her teenage fantasy made real. Finally, she rejoiced. Finally! Mum wasn’t holding back, either, eating her cunt as if she’d wanted to all along.

A brief but potent surge of ecstasy swept through Laura as Ann lightly nibbled her labia. Fucking hell, Mum knows her way around a pussy. If I ever get to meet her friend Colette, I’ll have to stand her a few pints. Then Mum shifted to her clitoris, and Laura forgot to think as a massive orgasm seized her in its convulsive grasp.

“Fuck, Mum,” hissed the younger woman. “F-f-fuck!” She was rocking on her mum’s face, head whipping forward and back as she rode her climax to its unimaginable peak.

By then, Ann was completely caught up in the act of loving her daughter. Laura had an amazingly juicy cunt, luscious as a ripe mango, and Ann did her best to capture every drop, licking, sucking and slurping until Laura clumsily dismounted her face and collapsed on the bed.

Ann lay quietly in the moonlight’s icy caress, her pulse racing with the sheer enormity of what she’d just done. I made my daughter come, for God’s sake. I used my mouth on her!

She was troubled by the act, aware that she shouldn’t have given in to Laura’s forbidden longings… and yet, to be honest, those rumblings of guilt seemed far less potent than they ought to.

That was good. Very good. Laura’s even better in bed than Colette, and that’s a damned high bar to clear. We really have to keep this a one-time thing, but – Oh, God, she’s so beautiful, and I love her so much…

Dangerously close to shedding tears, Ann reached out for her daughter, and Laura crawled into her mum’s embrace. They shared a deep, ardent kiss, Laura purring contentedly as she tasted herself on Ann’s lips. After a long, blissful moment, their mouths drifted apart, but they were still nestled together.

“Laura, I… my goodness.”

“I know, Mum.”

“What we just did… it was wonderful, and I loved it, but we really shouldn’t let it happen again.”

“I get that you think it’s wrong, Mum… but to me, this is too special to give up. We’re good together.”

“That’s not the point, Laura! What if – what if Jess found out? How would we explain ourselves?”

A smile rose to Laura’s lips, but she kept it to herself. “Don’t think about that now, Mum. Let’s get some sleep. You and I can discuss this in the morning.”

“After what we just did? I’m too keyed up to sleep.”

“Are you, then? Well, I can help wind you down.” With that, Laura slid a hand back down to Ann’s cunt, dragging a finger through her labia before teasing the clitoris with a light flick. When her mother took in a deep breath before protesting, Laura was ready, claiming the older woman’s mouth in a lustful tongue kiss. Ann stiffened for a heartbeat, but found herself unable to resist her daughter’s passion.

Just then, they heard a noise. Quickly moving apart, both women turned to face the bedroom door as it slowly opened and a shadowy figure entered.

Although the moonlight was diminished, enough came through the window for Ann and Laura to easily identify who had just slipped into the room and turned to quietly close the door.

Laura sat up. “Poppy Matthews, what are you doing up at this hour?”

The figure swivelled round quickly, startled by the sound of her aunt’s voice. Peering over at the bed, Poppy saw the form of someone raised up, and a second lying down. As her eyes took a moment to adjust, she saw Auntie Laura on the bed with Gran lying next to her. They were both naked.

“Auntie Laura? I heard a noise and came in to make sure Nonna was okay. Why are you in Nonna’s bed? And how come you’re not wearing anything?” The child drew closer. “Are you having sex?”

“Poppy!” Ann gasped. “What are you saying? Why on earth would you think–”

Laura cut her off. “Mum, you should tell her the truth.” She turned to her niece. “Yes, Pops, we just did. Now go back to bed.”

Ann gaped at her daughter in horror. She stammered, “Wh-what–” then fell silent, at a complete loss.

“Yay!” Poppy squealed. Taking hold of the hem of the large t-shirt she liked to sleep in, the child pulled it up over her head and let it fall to the carpet, leaving her completely naked. “Can I join in? Can I, can I?”

“Keep your voice down, Pops,” Laura hissed. “You’ll wake the whole house up!”

Her eyes widening, the child clapped both hands to her mouth. “Oops! Sorry.”

Ann reached over to the bedside table and switched on the lamp, drawing the sheet up to conceal her nudity. She stared at Laura, her jaw tightening. “What is Poppy talking about?”

Blinking as she adjusted to the light, Laura sighed. “Well, Mum, while you were away there were a few… developments. A change in the family dynamic, you might say.”

Poppy hopped onto the bed, causing a momentary distraction before Ann swivelled back to Laura, an icy tone in her voice as she said, “Please explain.”

“There’s a lot to tell, but I’ll give you the condensed version. It all began when Jess and Rachel were on the verge of becoming lovers. It seems that Alice caught them kissing… then a few nights later, she came to Jess and admitted to liking girls herself. Alice asked Jess to show her how to kiss, they got carried away and ended up, well, making love.”

“I… that can’t be true,” Ann insisted. “Jessica and Alice having sex? Is this some kind of joke? If so, it’s in extremely poor taste.”

“Not a joke, Mum,” said Laura, “and it’s only the start. Alice only did it the once with her mum – at first, that is. Then she enticed Katie and Poppy into bed, and Jess ended up joining them.”

“B-but they’re her daughters!”

“That’s right. And I’m your daughter.”

“But…”

“Wait; there’s more. Jess told Rachel what she’d done with Alice. Now Rachel had already taught Bella, her oldest, how to masturbate… and after finding out about Alice, she decided to take the same tack with her own girls. With the result that, a couple of months ago when my most recent assignment was done, I paid Jess and the girls a surprise visit… and stumbled onto a two-family lesbian orgy.”

Ann shook her head as if trying to clear it, but with little to no success. “You’re saying that Jessica, Rachel and all their daughters were having a, a sex party? I just – it’s so difficult to believe.”

“That’s how I felt,” Laura said. “There I was, suitcase in hand, staring at two women and five little girls, every one of them stark naked, doing the kinds of things–”

“Don’t tell me,” Ann quickly said. “I’m not sure my heart can take it. What did you do, then?”

“Stood there staring like a total pillock, actually. But I did finally manage to speak up and ask what in God’s name was going on. That broke the party up soon enough.

“I’m sure you can imagine how shocked I was. I’ve got up to some wild things, but incest with children?” She shook her head. “That was a line I’d never crossed. Jess and Rachel did their best to explain, and I could see the girls weren’t doing these things unwillingly… so we agreed to table the discussion until the next morning.”

“I see,” Ann murmured, slowly nodding. “How did you get involved in this yourself, then?”

Laura’s cheeks flushed slightly, but soldiered on to say. “Um, well, that night, Poppy, Katie and Cindy… they seduced me.”

“We set a trap for her!” Poppy chirped, bouncing slightly in her excitement. “It was Katie’s idea. We started doing sex with the door open so Auntie Laura would hear, and waited for her to come watch us. And when she did, Katie brought her into the room, then we took all her clothes off!”

“And there you have it,” Laura said with a shrug. “The next morning I was still uneasy about the whole thing, and I didn’t come round for a couple of weeks. But I finally dropped by when the girls were out, and it was just me and Jess.” She paused. “I’ve wanted her for years, Mum… almost as long as I’ve wanted you. That night, we made love for hours. The next morning, the girls got back, and they joined us in bed. After that, I knew I had to be part of this. I’ve never had cause to regret that decision, either.”

“No regrets? None?” Ann exclaimed. “You’re having sexual relations with children, for God’s sake! I mean, Poppy is only seven years old!”

Poppy scooted forward, placing a hand on her grandmother’s arm. “I’m nearly eight, Nonna. But it’s not a bad thing… really, it’s not! Everyone says you’re not s’posed to have sex if you’re a little girl, but we love doing it, all of us! We call it the Family Fuck Club.”

Ann was staggered to hear such language from her granddaughter, but managed to maintain a certain measure of calm as she spoke to Poppy. “So you and your sisters have sex with your mother, your aunt and each other, and you’re also doing it with Rachel and her daughters? And this… this makes you happy?”

The child’s smile was positively beatific. “It does, Nonna… and now you can join the club too!”

Ann turned to her daughter. “Is she saying what I think she is?”

“Yes, Mum,” Laura replied with a brief nod. “The girls wanted to get you on board straight away. Especially this one,” she added, giving Poppy a nudge. “But Jess and I thought we ought to wait; give you time to sort out your feelings. After all, you might’ve decided that one time with a woman was enough. Of course, we didn’t know yet that you’d already had a second dip in the pot with your friend Colette…”

Poppy’s eyes widened. “Nonna! You did it with that lady in the pictures? Did you have sex with her daughter, too? She’s so pretty!”

“What? No, of course not!” Ann looked away, her face getting hot as she remembered what had happened with Coralie, the twelve-year-old’s confession about the desire she felt for her mother.

Laura continued. “Anyway, now that you seem to have a genuine interest in being with women, I decided to see if you’d let me share your bed tonight… then I’d look for a chance to, well, make my move.”

“On me, you mean?” Ann narrowed her eyes. “Laura, did you and Jessica plan all this?”

“No, Mum… well, not what happened with us just now. We were going to wait until you’d made a decision about dating women, and then… honestly, we just wanted to get you involved. I only decided to come on to you after you told me about Colette. Jess and Rachel will be thrilled when they find out, though.”

“Rachel is in on this?” Ann’s head was swimming.

“She knows, yes.” Laura placed a hand on Ann’s thigh. “I know what we’re doing seems perverted and wrong, Mum. But it’s not. What we have is beautiful, loving – and the most amazing sex you’ll ever experience. The only thing that could make it better is if you were to join us.”

“It’s true, Nonna!” Poppy exclaimed. “We’re having such a good time. You can, too!”

Ann stared down at her hands, her mind in a dizzying whirl. “I don’t… I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to this. It’s too much for me to take in at once. The girls… they’re not even teens, they’re children! I should be furious with you and Jessica, but…”

“But some part of you is turned on.”

“No!”

“Mum, be honest. It didn’t take much for me to seduce you.”

A sudden revelation hit Ann, and she looked up at her beaming granddaughter. “Poppy, when you were… touching yourself on the floor yesterday, then getting in the bath with me, was that… was that part of what’s what’s happening here?”

Laura spoke up first. “No, Mum, it wasn’t.” She turned to her niece, frowning. “At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. Poppy, what did your mother tell you? You were supposed to leave this to the grownups.”

“Sorry, Auntie Laura,” the seven-year-old replied. “I heard you and Mum talking in the kitchen about Nonna wanting to be a lesbian. I only wanted to help!”

“Be that as it may, I think your mother will be having a long talk with you about rules, young lady.” Laura turned back to her mother. “So Mum, putting Poppy’s behaviour to one side for the moment, how do you feel about all this?”

“I’m not sure. You seem to be happy, yes. But you have to understand. This… this flies in the face of everything I’ve been taught.”

“I realise it means putting aside some fundamental questions of right and wrong, Mum. I had to do the same thing myself, after all. I don’t regret it for a moment, though. What we have here with the girls is beyond anything I’ve experienced. Our family is closer than ever… and I’ll say it again: the sex is incredible. My God, Mum, the love in this house… it’s more than most people experience in a lifetime!”

“What you’re suggesting… I can’t, Laura. I did enjoy having sex with you, God help me, but even that was going too far. Now you’re asking me to make love to my granddaughters? I’m sorry, but…” She trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

”But what if we want you to make love to us, Nonna?” piped Poppy, her mouth set in a mournful pout.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ann murmured, somewhat unnerved by her granddaughter’s sorrow. “There’s lots of ways I have to show my love to you without – without us having sex.”

“But it’s such a nice way to show love!” Poppy insisted. “What if you tried it, Nonna? You might like it a lot! I’d try really, really hard to give you all the good feelings. Would that be okay?”

“Shhhh, now,” Laura said. “If Nonna doesn’t want to make love, you shouldn’t push her.” Then she broke into a thoughtful smile.

Ann felt herself quiver inside. Oh, my Lord, what’s she up to now?

“Tell you what, Pops,” Laura murmured. “I think what we ought to do is show your grandmother what she’s missing.” Sitting back against the headboard, she spread her legs wide apart. In spite of herself, Ann couldn’t help but look at her daughter’s still-moist cunt.

Laura reached out for her niece. “C’mere, cutie.”

Poppy needed no prompting. She quickly moved into Laura’s embrace, straddling her aunt’s thighs. Their bare bodies pressed snugly together, the child and the woman came together in a lust-filled kiss.

Shocked, Ann watched as Poppy kissed her aunt with a fervor one wouldn’t expect to see from a girl of seven, plunging her tongue into Laura’s mouth. Laura matched her niece’s passion, sliding both hands down Poppy’s back to cup and fondle her pert little buttocks, then slipping a finger between them to tickle the child’s anus. Still kissing her aunt, Poppy mewled her approval.

It was immoral, forbidden and utterly illegal… but Ann couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two lovers. Poppy slid a hand between their bodies to grope her aunt’s breasts, while Laura’s wandering finger journeyed lower, lightly stroking Poppy’s slit. And all the while they shared ravenous kisses, their tongues flickering back and forth like twinned flames.

Poppy suddenly broke away, shifting down to rub her face into Laura’s titties, cooing with delight. Then she took a nipple into her mouth, and Laura cradled the child’s head to her chest.

“So good, Pops,” she moaned. “So fucking good. Oh, my sweet little lover.”

Briefly raising her face, Poppy blurted, “Love you too, Auntie Laura!” then switched to the other nipple.

Ann continued to watch her daughter and granddaughter share pleasure, helplessly enthralled. Memories of Coralie made themselves known yet again. She recalled how the eleven-year-old child had lifted the dress she wore to display her bare slit to Ann, then softly said, There is one woman I would like to do sex with more than anyone… it is my mother.

Since then, Ann’s thoughts had often returned to Coralie, wondering if her lover Colette would ever learn of her daughter’s incestuous desires. And if so, would she act on them?

In spite of herself, she’d felt a measure of arousal at the possibility of Colette and Coralie making love, but never allowed those stirrings to linger, much less summoned up that particular image when masturbating.

Now that very scenario, or close enough to it, was playing out before Ann’s eyes. Poppy was nuzzling a downward path to Laura’s belly and lower, the child’s ultimate goal plain to see. My goodness – she’s really going to…

Sure enough, Poppy clumsily flopped down between her aunt’s parted legs, straightened two fingers and pushed them into Laura’s opening, then dipped down to lap at the juicy cleft Ann herself had sampled minutes earlier.

“Oh… yes!” Laura gasped, clutching her breasts. “That’s it, Pops. Lick my cunt.” Then she trailed off into a whimper as the seven-year-old increased the tempo of her finger thrusts, accompanied by the noisy sucking of Laura’s clitoris.

Ann knew what she ought to do: get up, gather her nightwear and leave this madness. Descend the stairs and make her bed on the sofa, waiting for Jessica and Rachel to return. And upon their arrival, gather the adults together and read them the riot act for allowing their home to descend into this dark pit of perversion.

In fact, she did no such thing. The sight of Poppy making love to an adult woman was disturbing, yes… but at the same time, there was a strange beauty to it. Ann was struck by how happy the child looked to be licking her aunt, as if enjoying a long awaited treat.

She’s certainly not being molested or abused. In fact, Poppy’s enjoying herself completely. So… why IS this such a bad thing, exactly? Because the law of civilized society says adults shouldn’t have sex with children – and mothers mustn’t make love to their daughters. It’s wrong, and that’s that.

But what made it wrong?

Ann knew there were reasons; solid, logical reasons. But right then, she couldn’t think of one. She was studying Poppy’s childish body, imagining her as a sexual creature for the first time. Poppy did have a flawless little bottom, that much was true. Her thighs were parted, giving Ann a full-on view of the little girl’s nether holes – the puffy line of her slit, the pink star of her anus.

Poppy was still licking Laura, fingers plunging in and out of her aunt’s vagina. From what Ann could see, her granddaughter’s entire hand was glistening with wetness. As for Laura, she was slumped against the headboard hugging herself, dreamy-eyed with pleasure.

Peering over at Ann, Laura instantly became alert when she noticed something very interesting: her mother was absently cupping her mound as she watched her granddaughter going down.

Ann had no conscious memory of reaching down to touch her pulsing sex, so she was alarmed to catch herself doing just that. She tensed, an instant away from snatching her hand back… but before she could, Laura was clutching her arm, holding it in place.

Gaping at her daughter, Ann stammered, “Wh-what are you…?”

“Don’t stop, Mum,” Laura said, somewhat out of breath. “Touch yourself. We want you to… to be part of this. Watch Poppy make love to me. It’s beautiful.”

As their eyes met, Laura saw conflict etched on her mother’s face, even as her own reflected the pleasure she was deriving from Poppy’s eager mouth. Stroking Ann’s arm, she whispered, “Let it go. Join us.”

Her face pale, Ann mumbled, “I… I can’t.”

Poppy raised her head, licking her lips as she glanced from one woman to the other.

“Yes, you can, Mum,” Laura said, a new firmness in her tone. “You can.” Reaching down to take Ann’s hand, she firmly pressed it between her mum’s thighs. “Touch yourself.”

Ann parted her lips to protest, but didn’t speak. Instead, she meekly began to fondle her cunt.

Glancing down at Poppy, Laura murmured, “As you were, then,” with a wink. The grinning seven-year-old got back to work on her aunt’s vulva, burying her mouth in the rosy flesh.

The child’s tongue was soon teasing an especially sweet spot, and Laura shivered, removing her hand from Ann’s wrist to gently rest it on Poppy’s head, urging the girl on.

Now Ann was openly masturbating, working two fingers in and out of her vagina with quick, sharp thrusts.  Laura settled into the rhythm of her niece’s licking, pleased to see Mum giving in to arousal instead of pushing it aside.

Then Poppy’s teeth grazed her clitoris, ever so lightly… and Laura forgot about everything as an orgasm pounded through her like a runaway train. She clamped a shaking hand over her mouth, dimly aware of the need for quiet despite a longing to scream her head off. It was an intense climax that came and went quickly, so Laura was soon able to focus on what her mother was up to.

Ann was still watching, still fingering her cunt, dreamy-eyed with pleasure and lost in the spectacle of her daughter and granddaughter making love. They shouldn’t be doing this… but Laura is right – they are beautiful together. She moved her fingers in a tight circle, massaging the walls of her vagina.

Again, Ann’s thoughts strayed to Colette and Coralie. If I watched Coralie lick her mother this way, would it excite me? Would I… would I want to join them? A hot twinge of ecstasy shot through her. “Ohhh,” she moaned.

Poppy was adorning her aunt’s vulva with feather-light kisses when Ann’s voice caught her attention. She looked up, then paused to watch her grandmother masturbate, absently licking her lips. The child glanced up at Laura, who gave a tiny nod in her mum’s direction.

Immediately getting Laura’s hint, Poppy climbed over her aunt’s left leg to sprawl between Ann’s thighs, the seven-year-old’s nose almost touching her grandmother’s busy fingers.

Taking hold of Ann’s hand, Poppy exclaimed, “Let me help you, Nonna!”

Ann froze, gaping at her grandchild in utter shock. “What? No! I mean… you shouldn’t…”

The child gazed at her longingly. “Oh, please, Nonna? I really, really want to!”

“I…” The words wouldn’t come.

She’d never had an easy time when it came to refusing her granddaughters anything they wanted. The girls were well aware of that, of course, but seldom took unfair advantage of Ann’s willingness to make her little ones happy. Now this.

Ann struggled with the crazy-quilt jumble of her feelings, her desires, her notions of right and wrong. It would be so easy to give in, to let Poppy do what she wanted… to allow herself to be seduced by a girl of seven. Instead of masturbating, Ann was shielding her vulva while working out what she ought to do. Trying to work it out, at least.

Laura’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Mum, let her. You’ve just seen what an amazing lover she is.”

“Pretty please?” whispered Poppy, her hands clasped as if in prayer.

It was too much for Ann. She withdrew her hand, letting it drop to the side. Her body wanted this, no matter how desperately she fought to deny it. You want it, too, she told herself. No more lies.

Poppy studied her gran’s cunt for a moment, then reached out to touch the hot, juicy flesh. Ann took in a short, sharp breath, then gave a choked cry as Poppy got to work – pushing two, then three fingers into her Nonna’s vagina, dipping her head to take the woman’s clitoris between her lips.

Somehow, Ann’s surrender made it possible for her to brush aside the qualms of conscience, at least for the moment. I’ll feel guilty tomorrow, she decided. If I’m leaping into the abyss, the least I can do is hit the bottom with grace.

Laura was right: Poppy did possess an amazingly skilled mouth for her age. Ann was unable to tear her eyes from the child, fascinated by how joyful she was; the pure delight Poppy took in going down on her gran. The sight was so compelling, Ann momentarily forgot Laura was there – at least until she felt a warm mouth against hers, followed by a probing tongue.

She briefly hesitated, then returned Laura’s kiss, her own tongue flashing to life. No point in showing restraint now, is there? she mused. Might as well enjoy this for all it’s worth. She could feel Laura’s hands cupping and fondling her breasts, and blindly reached out to touch her daughter the same way.

Ann’s thoughts were beginning to regain some sense of clarity, but the sudden unexpected intrusion of a finger into her rectum sent everything spinning again. It abruptly brought back memories of her explorations with Colette, how the French woman had taught Ann the very real delights of anal sex.

When that finger began to roll around inside her arse, Ann moaned, a shudder running through her frame. Without thinking, she bent her knees, opening herself even further.

Breaking their kiss, Laura peered down at her niece, grinning when she realised what had happened. She looked at her gasping mum. “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Poppy has a serious thing for bums.” Her lips brushing Ann’s ear, she said, “Wait until she licks you back there – it’s heavenly.”

Ann’s climax was fast approaching. With Poppy plowing her cunt and anus, Laura’s hands on her tits… and, she had to admit it, the sheer wickedness of what they were doing had her excitement at fever pitch.  She’d already come twice in the last half hour, but sensed this orgasm would be the biggest yet.

Laura was driving two fingers in and out of her vagina as she groped Ann, over the moon about how beautifully her seduction had come off, considering she’d improvised the whole thing.

Got to hand it to Poppy, though. It was a daft move of hers, to practically interrupt us in the act… but in the end, she helped speed things along. Maybe we should let the little minx off the hook for disobeying her mum.

When she felt Ann’s body tremble, then shake against hers, Laura knew her mum was about to come, and it was going to be a real wall-shaker. Concerned the noise might awaken the other girls, she withdrew the dripping fingers from her cunt and deftly slipped them into Ann’s mouth.

Ann was startled but recovered quickly, recognising the flavour of her daughter’s essence. Her cunt, she told herself, causing a tiny twinge of illicit excitement that set off her orgasm.

Sucking on Laura’s fingers as if her life depended on it, Ann clutched at the sheets with white-knuckled hands, riding out the storm that raged and roared inside until her rapture reached its apex.

Dazed and concussed, Ann slumped back against the headboard, her head lolling to one side. She barely registered Laura’s lips brushing her cheek, accompanied by a whispered “Love you, Mum.”

For Ann, the easy choice would be to simply allow sleep to claim her there and then. Let what had just happened drift away until tomorrow, maybe forget it ever took place.

But that’s not my way, she thought. If there are consequences, it’s best to face them now. Allowing her eyes to drift open, Ann was confronted by a beaming Laura and Poppy.

“Thanks, Nonna,” Poppy chirped. “That was nice. I love how your pussy tastes!”

Laura placed a hand on her mother’s thigh. “Well, Mum… you’ve just had a sample of what you could get all the time, if you joined us. In fact, I’m sure Poppy would love it if you returned the favour to her.”

Ann didn’t think she was capable of further shock, but Laura’s suggestion left her gobsmacked. “What? No, I couldn’t, not…”

“Not yet? Maybe it’s too soon. This must be a bit overwhelming to you; it certainly was for me.”

“It’s okay, Nonna,” said Poppy. Drawing close to her grandmother, she draped both arms around Ann’s neck. “I got to lick you, and that’s what I really wanted.”

“Oh… Poppy, my angel,” Ann murmured, feeling an unexpected twinge of guilt.

The child raised her head, giving Ann a dazzling smile. “There is one thing I want, Nonna. Can you give me a kiss? A real one, like you just did with Auntie Laura.”

Should I refuse? Ann dismissed the question the instant it occurred to her. No. Surely I’m capable of this much. 

“Yes, little one,” she said, taking her grandchild’s hand. “I’d be happy to kiss you.”

With a tiny cry of delight, Poppy scooted up the bed to kneel at her gran’s side.

Ann studied the seven-year-old’s face, marvelling at what she saw. Of course, she’d always thought of Poppy as a beautiful little girl, but looking at her now – completely naked, her lips wet with womanly essence, eyes shining with desire… Ann actually found herself longing to kiss her granddaughter, to taste that childish mouth. But before she could make a move, Poppy drew in to kiss her first.

It was the most tender kiss she’d ever experienced, the child’s lips soft as a prayer. Then Poppy shyly introduced her tongue, slipping it into Ann’s mouth, kissing her Nonna like a lover.

Overwhelmed with love for her grandchild, Ann was helpless to do anything other than what she then did: meet and match Poppy’s enthusiasm. Allowing her tongue to join the dance without a second thought, she enfolded the little girl in both arms, hugging Poppy close as she savoured the taste of her cunt in their kiss.

After a long, blissful while, Poppy gently broke away, all smiles. “Thanks, Nonna. I love you.” she whispered.

“Do I get one of those?” asked Laura, gazing expectantly at her niece.

“Sure!” Poppy chirped, leaning over to share a brief but extremely heated kiss with Auntie Laura, who then turned to Ann. “How about one more for me, Mum?”

Ann closed her eyes, welcoming the lustful caress of her daughter’s kiss. Their mouths slid together, their tongues engaged.

When they parted, Ann held up a hand. “Girls, I can’t say this wasn’t a lovely experience… though I might not feel the same about that in the morning. But it’s late, and I’ve got to get some sleep, else I’ll be walking into walls all day tomorrow.”

“Can I please stay here?” Poppy entreated. “I don’t want to go back to my bed. It’s lonely there.”

“All right, then,” said Laura, giving the girl a stern look as she lay down, covering her nakedness with the blanket. “But I’m not letting you off the hook, young lady. You got your way, but I’m still telling your mum how you disobeyed her.”

With a resigned shrug, Poppy crawled between her gran and Laura, deftly tucking herself in between the grownups.

Their lovemaking finished for the evening, Ann found herself assailed by unwanted feelings… confusion, most of all. What just happened? How did I get caught up in it? And… will I do it again? With my entire family, no less? Good gracious, I’ve opened Pandora’s box!

She turned to face Laura. “What we just did, it was… honestly, I don’t know what to think about it.”

“Oh, Mum, it was wonderful,” Laura replied. She reached for her mother’s hand, gave it an affectionate squeeze. “It’s like I told you – this has brought our family closer together than it’s ever been. That’s why we want to make you part of it, Mum. We all do.”

“It’s true, Nonna,” Poppy said, her head resting on Ann’s shoulder.

Ann slowly nodded, mulling it over. “So… what happens now?”

Glancing past her mother, Laura noted the glowing red 02:15 on the alarm clock. “We can talk about it properly in the morning, but for now, let’s get some sleep. I’ve a feeling tomorrow will be a busy day.” With that, she leaned over to give her mum a chaste kiss, then briefly buried her lips in Poppy’s hair before settling down.

Poppy lightly kissed her gran on the cheek and whispered, “Nighty-night,” snuggling into her.

Ann stared at the ceiling, unable to focus on a single aspect of what had just taken place. It seemed like a blur of life-altering revelations, difficult questions and kinky sex. As the quiet set in and she heard only the steady breathing of her daughter and granddaughter, Ann began to dwell on images of Poppy, her first glimpses of the child as a sexual being.

Inevitably, Ann’s thoughts hearkened back to the cruise, and memories of twelve-year-old Coralie, spying on her and Colette when they made love. As she pictured the French girl’s face, it morphed into Katie, then Alice… then Jess.

There had been hints of the incest taking place between Jess and Rachel’s new extended family, Ann now realised… but of course, she hadn’t managed to catch their true significance. She recalled a moment where Katie and Alice were exchanging a hug, and Katie’s hand was resting on her big sister’s bottom.

Even after what she’d just done with Laura and Poppy, the scenario seemed far-fetched. An entire family of women and underage girls, carrying on as lesbian lovers?

Ann gave her head a hard shake. Enough damned thinking, for Christ’s sake. Leave it for tomorrow. Jess will be home, and then we’ll have it out.

Setting her thoughts aside as best she could, Ann began to run through her body-relaxing routine. One part at a time, that’s it… legs and arms, neck and shoulders, chest, belly, jaw… 

As Ann approached the temporary escape of slumber, one last moment emerged from the ether: that first night after her arrival, seeing Rachel and her daughters off for the evening. Alice and Bella were snogging passionately by the front door, and Ann was giving Rachel an affectionate hug, musing on how much she liked her daughter’s new lover.

Rachel had given her a tender kiss, then when their eyes met again, murmured, I look forward to getting to know you better.

A moment later Ann’s thoughts once again lost focus, and sleep finally claimed her.

On to Chapter Forty-Two!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend. Doris does what she can to console Victoria.

The next day, Victoria tells of what happened after losing Nora. She was quickly married off to a man named William Shaw, who proved to be a bully and a drunkard. She managed to endure her marriage, gave birth to her three daughters, and ended up taking over her husband’s business as his drinking spiraled out of control. He died a couple of years later, and Victoria was free.

Back in the here and now, Victoria presents Doris with a startling proposition. Wanting her daughters to experience the delights of Sapphic love before they develop romantic attachments to boys, she gets Doris to admit her attraction to the girls, then asks her to pleasure Melinda and Sophia in the bath. Doris is shocked, but also quite eager to do as Victoria wants.

The following night, Doris undresses and joins the two youngest in the tub for the first time, where she caresses both Sophia and Melinda to orgasm, then allows Sophia to fondle her in the same way. Later that night, Doris visits Melinda’s room, where she licks the ten-year-old to another climax. When Victoria is informed the next day, she is well pleased. But her eldest daughter Becky, who isn’t yet privy to her mum’s seductive scheme, is growing suspicious.

Two nights later, Doris and the girls bathe again. This time, though, they agree to postpone their pleasurable games until later, meeting in Sophia’s room for a sleepover. There, Doris teaches her charges the ways of lesbian love. Melinda and Sophia are thrilled with all of it… and in the days after, seem to be spending quite a lot of private time together.

Soon thereafter, the situation with Becky comes to a head, when Victoria’s eldest explodes in anger at the dinner table, accusing Doris of getting up to “vile, wicked things” with her younger sisters in the bath. Victoria and Doris manage to calm her down, finally suggesting Becky join Melinda and Sophia in the tub that very night. Becky hesitantly agrees and, once naked with the others, proves quite willing to let herself be seduced. First Doris pleasures the two youngest, then brings Becky to orgasm in the bath while they watch Sophia and Melinda make love.

Later, when Doris turns in, Becky slips into the room, quickly undresses and gets into bed with her. She confesses her love for Doris, then they frantically bring each other off. While relaxing together in the afterglow, Victoria peeks in and, with an approving nod, wishes Becky and Doris a good night.

After that evening, Becky is at peace with the new family arrangement. It enables her to make love often with Doris, who is now enjoying sexual intimacy with the entire family. But Victoria wants more. She intends to accompany Doris the following night, the two of them paying nocturnal visits to the girls so Victoria can see for herself, “what you get up to with my daughters.”

A sad note: Mrs. Broomfield suffers a heart attack, and is obliged to leave her post as the family cook.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

The next morning, the family and I attended the Sunday church service as usual. This time, however, no hands found their way beneath skirts. Victoria and I agreed that, yes, allowing her to finger me to orgasm in the midst of the sermon had been a most thrilling indulgence, but no, it wouldn’t do to tempt fate like that again.

When the service had concluded, the congregation filed out of the church, leaving the Shaws and me to chat with Mrs. Broomfield and her husband Elias. Retirement seemed to have worked wonders for the woman’s physical wellbeing, though clearly it had not improved her disposition much.

“What sorta life is it, sittin’ at home twiddlin’ me thumbs?” she asked no one in particular. “I weren’t made to be idle. Says in the Good Book we’re s’posed to earn our bread by the sweat of our brow. No, it don’t sit right with me. Not at all.”

“Don’t be daft,” Mr. Broomfield chuckled, an arm around his wife’s waist. “You spend most o’ the day in yer own kitchen bakin’ and whatnot, anyway.”

“Why don’t you take up knitting, Mrs. Broomfield?” Sophia asked.

Mrs. Broomfield waved the notion away. “I ain’t got the patience for knittin’, girl. Need to be on me feet an’ on the move, I do.” She heaved a sigh. “Hard to break the ‘abit of a lifetime.”

“I’m going to be a gardener when I leave school,” Melinda declared.

“A gardener?!” a horrified Mrs. Broomfield cried, pulling the child towards her for a rough hug. “You’re s’posed to be a lady, little miss. Gardening ain’t for the likes of you.”

“Mr. Farnsworth says I can apprentice with him,” Melinda insisted.

“What you fillin’ her ‘ead with nonsense like that for?” Mrs. Broomfield demanded of the old gardener, who stood a comfortable distance away, puffing on his pipe.

“Nothin’ wrong with it,” was all Mr. Farnsworth would say on the matter. I don’t think I’d heard him utter more than a handful of words since I’d met him at the train station all those months ago.

I scanned the ever dwindling congregation for Victoria, and found her deep in polite conversation with another well-to-do family, the Benedicts. Oh, how audacious it would be of me to stroll over there, bold as you please, and introduce myself as Mrs. Shaw’s lover, perhaps even kiss her full on the mouth. Then I could watch my life unravel in spectacular fashion, along with Victoria’s. Perhaps someday things would be different for women like us. What harm, to allow myself that sweet daydream?

The only member of the Shaw clan unaccounted for was Becky. Wandering away from the others, I finally found her in the church cemetery, kneeling by one of the more upmarket looking gravestones, an extravagant black granite monolith that stood vigil a short distance away from the chapel. Upon reading the inscription, it became clear who was buried there:

At Rest
William Erskine Shaw III
Loving Husband & Father
1890 – 1929

Loving husband and father? Bully, Drunkard, and Brute seemed a more apt epitaph from what Victoria had told me of the man.

“Would you like some company?” I asked Becky.

She gave a little start at the sound of my voice. “Oh, I didn’t hear you. I don’t mind, if you want to stay.”

I took a place next to her. “Do you miss him?”

Becky thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t know, perhaps a bit. He wasn’t a very nice man. Especially to Mother. She’s happier without him, I know that much.”

“She told me a little about him. It must have been very difficult for her… for you and your sisters.”

“She won’t come near his grave. Mother, I mean. Or speak of him. Not to me, at least. Melly and Sophie… well, they’re too young to remember, really.” Becky gave me a sorrowful look. “I keep trying to recall the nice things about him – the bedtime stories, the little rides in the car when Father would pretend he was flying an aeroplane and I was his copilot.

“I tell myself if I just remember the good things, then that’s who he was,” Becky said, regarding me with stricken eyes. “But it’s a lie, isn’t it? How do you accept that your own father was a bad person, Doris? How can you love someone who… who might not deserve to be loved?”

I put an arm around the girl’s shoulders and drew her against me. “I’m not sure I have any answers for you, Becky. I know you can’t change the past, though. I used to try and make sense of my parents’ death the same way. What if I’d begged them not to go to the ball that night, what if I’d pretended to be ill so they stayed at home, what if I’d been there to get them out before the fire took hold? What if, what if, what if… But it’s no use. Nothing can change what happened. So all we can do is move on.”

Becky’s eyes were brimming with tears. “What helped you move on?”

I hadn’t thought about it until that moment. It struck me that my nightmares of Mama and Papa had petered out somewhere along the way, that the fits of depression I’d been beset by for years had diminished to the point that I could no longer remember the last one. It was quite the revelation.

“I… I think it was moving to Shadowglen,” I said, amazed. “It was starting a new life with you, your mother and your sisters.” I laughed at the simplicity of it. “How bizarre that I never even noticed until just now!”

“Then I shall follow your example, dear Doris,” Becky declared, brushing her tears away. She threaded her arm through mine. “I’ll immerse myself in this new, joyful passion we have.”

When the fourteen-year-old leaned across to kiss my neck, I had to gently discourage her. “Now, now. Not in a place of worship.” But I was already wondering if it would be possible to spirit Becky away when we returned to Shadowglen, the two of us adjourning to her bedroom for a bout of ardent lovemaking.

II

That evening in the bath, Melinda and Sophia must have sensed some change in my demeanour. They watched me carefully as I went about washing myself, their usual mischievous behaviour traded for curious looks and murmured words.

Becky joined us in the bath some nights, but more often than not she preferred to have me to herself, and I would find her waiting for me in my room later on. This evening, it was just myself and the two younger girls.

“Are we going to play?” Melinda asked, a hand reaching out to stroke one of my breasts. I pushed it gently away.

“We are, but not here. When we’re done in the bath I’d like you both to go back to your rooms and wait for me there.”

“But why?” Sophia said.

“Because I have a surprise for you both.”

Having dried off the two eager little nymphs, I gently swatted their bums and ushered them out into the corridor. While they scampered off to their rooms, I found Victoria in hers, just as she said she’d be.

Nervousness and anticipation warred in my body, but my lady seemed unflustered. She stood poised in front of her long mirror, hands running through her blonde hair.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

She turned to me with a smile, and I couldn’t help but notice the wild look in her eye. “Almost,” she told me, then slipped both hands beneath her silken dressing gown to grasp the waistband of her knickers. She pulled them down her stocking-clad legs and threw them on the bed. I couldn’t help but notice the damp spot upon the crotch. “I don’t think I’ll be needing those.”

And with that, we made our way down the hall to Sophia’s bedroom.

III

When I turned the knob and pushed open the door, Sophia was sitting on her bed with an eager look. Then, having seen who I’d brought with me, her eyes widened.

“M-Mummy?” she stammered as Victoria and I filed into the room.

Victoria’s smile was warm and motherly, but her eyes betrayed something that was decidedly less maternal. She drifted towards her daughter and bent to kiss her on the brow. “It’s all right, darling. Mummy just wants to see the lovely games her baby gets up to with Doris.”

Seating myself on the bed, I stroked the twelve-year-old’s hair. “Would that be all right, Sophia? If she stayed and watched us for a while?”

Sophia shrugged. “I don’t mind.” Then to me with a whisper: “Will we just kiss and cuddle, then?”

“Oh, no,” I replied. “I think your mother would like to see everything we do.”

“I insist on it,” Victoria cooed as she moved Sophia’s small vanity chair closer to the bed and sank down into it. She pulled the top of her gown open to bare her breasts, cupping them in both hands and brushing the nipples with her thumbs. She smiled at her wide-eyed daughter. “There’s no need to hide anything from me, sweetheart. It’s a wonderful thing when girls can love each other that way.”

I began teasing open the buttons of Sophia’s pyjama top. “Let’s take this off, shall we?”

With her attention centred on Victoria – I’m sure she’d never seen her mother fondle herself like that – I slipped the garment from Sophia’s shoulders and away, pausing to give Victoria a good long look at her daughter’s bare chest.

I began to caress the twelve-year-old, touching every inch of her exposed upper half. When I trapped the girl’s budding peaks between my fingers, scissoring them back and forth, her regard instantly returned to me. Making sure Victoria still had a clear view, I gently nudged Sophia back onto the bed, then bent to take a nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue round the stiffening bud.

“Ooh, yes,” Victoria breathed, squeezing her thighs together. “So lovely.”

I dipped back and forth between nipples, teasing each one with flicks of the tongue. Sophia tried to grasp my hair, as she so often did when I used my mouth this way, but I paused to whisper, “Keep those hands down by your sides, angel. Your mummy wants to see how we make love.”

In any case, Victoria was eager for us to move on to bolder activities. “Why don’t you let Doris take your pyjama bottoms off, sweetheart?” she said. “I want to see your beautiful body in all its glory.”

Sophia flushed with excitement. Perhaps it wasn’t yet fully clear to her why Victoria had joined us that evening, but she seemed accepting of her mother’s presence. “All right, Mummy,” she murmured, raising her bum for me.

Grasping the waistband, I drew Sophia’s pyjamas down her legs, leaving her completely naked. Since we’d begun these nocturnal excursions, she’d come to forego wearing knickers at bedtime, knowing full well they’d be surplus to requirements once I or her younger sister paid her a visit.

Giving Victoria my most innocent smile, I licked a finger, then ploughed it between her daughter’s vaginal lips, sliding it back and forth.

Victoria drew open the sides of her silvery gown to display herself fully, thigh-high black stockings ushering in a dusky thatch of hair and a flat, pale belly. First she parted her legs, then the lips of her sex, drawn apart with fingers to reveal the glistening, rosy flesh beneath.

Sophia propped herself up on her elbows to see what her mother was doing. I prised her lightly-downed cunt open in much the same way. “Spread your legs nice and wide,” I told her. “Let’s show Mummy the best bit.”

The twelve-year-old splayed her legs out across the bed, leaving her sex starkly exposed. Then my mouth was there, head tilted in such a way that when my tongue slithered through Sophia’s cleft, it moved from side to side, rather than up and down. A quick glance at Victoria told me she approved wholeheartedly. She had two fingers buried deep inside her own vagina, her other hand roughly kneading a breast.

Sophia watched her mother masturbate with a dreamy sort of fascination as I flicked my tongue over her clitoris. She shivered, then peered down at me, her face slack with pleasure. “It… it’s going to happen soon, Doris. J-just lick a little faster, would you, please…?”

“That’s it, let it happen, my darling,” Victoria was murmuring while she frigged herself. “Come for us.”

As if Mummy’s approval was all she needed, Sophia arched her body up from the bed. This time there was no restraining her when she clutched handfuls of my hair and humped furiously against me. “Don’t… stop just yet! Keep… d-don’t… Ohhhhhhh!”

When I turned to Victoria, my lips smeared with her daughter’s essence, she withdrew glistening fingers from between her legs. Now she thrust both hands away from herself, as if forcing herself to refrain from any further contact. It was clear she had taken herself to the very edge, then chosen to pull back at the last moment.

“Shall I do it to you now, Doris?” Sophia was asking, out of breath but still quite eager to return the favour. “You haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.”

Rising from the chair, Victoria sat on the bed next to Sophia, making no effort to tie her gown closed. She ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair, and knowing where those fingers had been only moments before sent a thrill through me. “I’m afraid Doris will have to wait her turn for now, my sweet. We’ve a rather long night ahead of us.”

“Are you going to Melinda’s room now?” Sophia asked, her weariness forgotten in an instant. “Shall I come with you?”

Victoria bent to kiss her daughter on the lips, lingering just long enough that it threatened to stray from the realms of the maternal into something else entirely. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Soon, though. I promise.”

Then she kissed Sophia again… and this time, I saw Victoria trace the twelve-year-old’s lower lip with her tongue. The startled child froze for an instant, then melted into her mother’s arms, her own tongue emerging to play.

My head swam, my heart throbbed at the impossible yet wondrously real sight of a mother and daughter kissing like ardent lovers. For a moment, I wondered if Victoria was about to give into her desire and couple with Sophia then and there… but then she broke the kiss, cradling her daughter close instead.

A blissful Sophia rested her cheek on Victoria’s bare breast. “I love you, Mummy,” she whispered.

“I love you, my precious child,” Victoria replied. “You’ve made me very, very happy.”

I was near enough to touch them both, to join in their embrace – but chose not to. This was their moment. Instead, I waited, basking in the warmth of their mutual adoration until Victoria tenderly lay Sophia down, drawing the blanket up to cover her daughter’s nakedness.

We each gave her a parting kiss and a whispered “nighty-night,” then made a quiet exit, carefully closing the door behind us before padding across the hall to Melinda’s room.

IV

Before I even had the chance to turn the door handle, Victoria had me against the wall, kissing me fiercely, her tongue darting into my mouth. I tried to snake a hand into the folds of her gown but she batted it away, shaking her head. “Don’t. Anything could set me off right now. And I want to prolong this feeling for as long as I can.” She gestured towards the door. “After you.”

Melinda was propped up against a pillow, one hand balancing a book on her chest, the other grasping a ginger biscuit she’d clearly pilfered from the pantry. “Oh, hello, Doris,” she piped when I stuck my head round the door. “Will you read me the rest of this chapter? It’s getting rather exciting—” The ten-year-old craned her neck to peer behind me. “Who’ve you got with you there…?

Victoria gave me a gentle push into the room, following closely behind. Melinda quickly hid the biscuit under the pillow, all innocent smiles. “Um, hello, Mummy!”

But her mother wasn’t fooled. Perching on the edge of the bed, she reached into the ten-year-old’s hiding place to retrieve the nefarious snack. “What have we said about eating in bed? Doris might let you get away with this sort of mischief, but you won’t butter me up so easily!” With that, she set her fingers into the child’s ribs and gave her a quick tickle.

“Mummy, stop!” Melinda giggled. “Have you come to read me a bedtime story, then?”

Victoria gently pulled the book from Melinda’s grasp, folded it closed, then placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. “Why don’t we make up our own story instead?”

Melinda gave her mother a puzzled look. “What kind of story?”

Taking a place behind my young charge, I slowly drew the blankets away from her body.

Victoria stroked her daughter’s cheek. “Well… how about the story of the pretty little pixie who got up to some very naughty games with her nanny at bedtime?”

Melinda gave her mother a dazzling smile. “Oh, I like that story. Are you here to play naughty games too, Mummy?”

“Your mother wants to watch us play, Melinda,” I told the girl. “How does that sound?”

In response, Melinda had her pyjama bottoms and knickers off before another word was spoken. She spread her legs apart, folded her arms, then gave her mother and me a saucy look.

“I suppose we’ve just had that question answered,” Victoria chuckled.

“You watch from over here, Mummy,” Melinda said, indicating a spot to one side of the bed. “There’s not enough room for all three of us. Take your dressing gown off, if you like.” She glanced up at me. “You too, Doris.”

“Oh, thank you very much,” Victoria said, and the two of us shared an amused look. Of all the Shaw daughters, Melinda was the sweetest, but she could also be quite precocious when the mood took her, and so charming about it that one always seemed to end up doing exactly what she wanted. Certainly there was no denying the thrill of having a ten-year-old girl directing her mother and me in matters of sex.

Victoria slipped the silvery gown from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Clad in naught but stockings, she teased her inner thighs, fingers tracing the curls of her bush but not allowing herself to venture any closer to her sex, at least not for the moment.

I cast away my own nightshirt with a single motion, glad to be rid of it.

Melinda gazed approvingly at her mother’s nudity. “You’re beautiful, Mummy,” she cooed. “I like how you look with no clothes on.”

A shiver rippled through Victoria’s elegant form. I suspected she might come at any moment, without even touching herself. “Th-thank you, my darling,” she said, a slight tremor in her voice. “Why don’t you and Doris play your special game now? I’d like to watch.”

Melinda turned to me, her eyes sparkling. “Go on then, Doris,” she told me, spreading her thighs even further apart. “Show Mummy what we do.”

Crawling onto the bed to lie between my little lover’s legs, I brushed Melinda’s sex with a feather-light kiss, then slowly drew my tongue up through her smooth slit. My eyes locked with those of Victoria as she perched on the edge of the bed, so close to us that I could smell her arousal. Now she was fondling her sex, sliding a finger through the folds while she watched us.

“This is what Doris does to me after we’ve had our bath, Mummy,” Melinda explained, as if describing what she’d got up to that day at school. “Can you see everything?”

Victoria’s eyes took on a dreamy cast as she pleasured herself. “Yes, baby girl, oh, yes… I can see. I’m so glad you and Doris can enjoy these lovely feelings together.”

“Sometimes I like to do this to my truffle,” the child continued, prising her petal-like labia apart to reveal the pink interior. “It feels really nice when Doris licks all around the inside. Show Mummy how you do that, Doris.”

Determined not to disappoint mother or child, I swirled my tongue round and round the juicy flesh of Melinda’s vagina while she held herself open for me – spiralling towards the opening of her sex, then back out to the boundaries of her labia. Victoria would recognise the technique; after all, it was she who had taught it to me.

As she ground her sex into my mouth, Melinda beamed at her mother, clearly thrilled to show off her favourite bedtime activity.

My cunt was crying out for attention, a hotbed of warm fluid and overstimulated nerve endings. It was becoming difficult to ignore, and I knew the matter would have to be addressed before very long. Perhaps Victoria would encourage Melinda to put her tongue to me before we tucked the little one away for the night.

But for now, I intended to give my lover the full show. Drawing my mouth away from the child’s sticky little honeypot, I murmured, “Turn round and kneel on the bed, Melinda… let’s show your mother the other thing we like to do.”

Melinda flipped round, positioning herself on all fours with the agility only a child could muster. Victoria rested a knee upon the bed and reached beneath her little one to unbutton her pyjama top and gently tug it off, leaving Melinda as naked as her mother and I. That done, she began stroking the child’s bare back while I took my tongue to the little arse before me.

Sophia had never quite taken to this way of making love, but Melinda adored it. She peered back at me with a blissful smile. “Lick both places, Doris,” she told me. “You know how much I like it when you do that!”

And so I trailed my tongue through the entire length of her crack, from her clitoris all the way up to her rosebud, then back down again.

Victoria bent to kiss and nuzzle her youngest at the small of her back, tantalisingly close to those firm little buttocks. I nearly gasped in astonishment.

Even after weeks of my lady’s schemes to broker a sexual bond between her daughters and me, I’d never stopped to consider whether there might be some incestuous motive on her part. Now I strongly suspected that Victoria was entertaining the notion of making love with her children. The thought was exquisite in its debauchery, sending a surge of renewed lust sweeping through me.

When Melinda’s legs began to tremor, I knew she was close to coming. Easing the tip of a finger into her arsehole, I flicked my tongue over her clit until she began clenching and unclenching her buttocks. With one slow, steady stroke I penetrated the ten-year-old’s rectum, right up to the third knuckle. I’d gone into her arse before, but never that deep.

“Doris!” Melinda cried, a shudder rocking her boyish frame. She pushed her bottom back as if attempting to take even more of my probing finger. “Oh… oh my, yes…”

“Good girl,” Victoria crooned, reaching round to gently pinch the child’s tiny nipples. “There’s my good girl. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“It… f-f-feels… so n-nice, M-mummy,” Melinda whimpered, shivering the way she always did just before orgasm.

Sure enough, the little girl went iron-rigid, making a low keening sound that rose to a high-pitched squeak. After a moment of small tremors she simply collapsed onto the bed, smiling and out of breath.

Victoria and I tucked her in, pulling the blanket up to cover the little one’s nakedness. My lady leaned across to kiss me full on the mouth, her tongue darting between my lips. Was it the thought of tasting her daughter on me that prompted such urgency? Had that been why she’d also kissed me outside Sophia’s room?

Having finished with me, she bent to kiss Melinda. Again, the exchange lingered just long enough to leave me wondering. A motherly kiss goodnight… or something more?

It was Melinda who resolved that question for me, her lips parting to deepen their kiss. I could only stare in awe as the child’s tongue darted into her mummy’s mouth. Victoria was quick to respond, meeting and matching her daughter’s passion, while Melinda twined both arms round her neck.

Just when I thought Victoria wouldn’t be able to tear herself away from this increasingly heated embrace, she broke their kiss. With an adoring smile, she briefly touched her lips to Melinda’s button nose, whispered, “My little angel,” then stood, bending to the floor to retrieve her gown.

“That was very nice, Mummy,” Melinda declared, then turned her gaze my way. “Thank you, Doris.”

Bending to hug my precious ten-year-old sprite, I kissed her cheek, cooing, “Sweet dreams, Melly.”

By then, Victoria had slipped back into her gown. She reached down to pluck the forbidden biscuit from the nightstand, took a small bite, then put it into Melinda’s hands. Holding a finger to her lips, she whispered, “Shhhh… our little secret,” before we alighted from the room.

Out in the hall, I reached out for Victoria. “I need to come, my love. I’m gasping for it. I know you are, too. Why don’t we leave Becky for another night? Let’s go back to your room and see to our needs.”

Victoria shook her head. “We mustn’t leave Rebecca out. Her feelings would be hurt.” Then she twined both arms around my waist, holding me close. “Don’t worry, my love. You’ll not be left wanting.”

I nodded in agreement, and we set off together for Becky’s room. But before we’d taken more than a couple of steps, it was Victoria’s turn to stop me.

Taking my hand, a knowing smile on her lips, she said, “You know, Rebecca’s a big girl, grown up enough to know what she wants. Whatever happens in her room tonight, let’s follow our desires.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what Victoria was driving at. But all would soon be revealed.

On to Chapter Fourteen!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend. Doris does what she can to console Victoria.

The next day, Victoria tells of what happened after losing Nora. She was quickly married off to a man named William Shaw, who proved to be a bully and a drunkard. She managed to endure her marriage, gave birth to her three daughters, and ended up taking over her husband’s business as his drinking spiraled out of control. He died a couple of years later, and Victoria was free.

Back in the here and now, Victoria presents Doris with a startling proposition. Wanting her daughters to experience the delights of Sapphic love before they develop romantic attachments to boys, she gets Doris to admit her attraction to the girls, then asks her to pleasure Melinda and Sophia in the bath. Doris is shocked, but also quite eager to do as Victoria wants.

The following night, Doris undresses and joins the two youngest in the tub for the first time, where she caresses both Sophia and Melinda to orgasm, then allows Sophia to fondle her in the same way. Later that night, Doris visits Melinda’s room, where she licks the ten-year-old to another climax. When Victoria is informed the next day, she is well pleased. But her eldest daughter Becky, who isn’t yet privy to her mum’s seductive scheme, is growing suspicious.

Two nights later, Doris and the girls bathe again. This time, though, they agree to postpone their pleasurable games until later, meeting in Sophia’s room for a sleepover. There, Doris teaches her charges the ways of lesbian love. Melinda and Sophia are thrilled with all of it… and in the days after, seem to be spending quite a lot of private time together.

Soon thereafter, the situation with Becky comes to a head, when Victoria’s eldest explodes in anger at the dinner table, accusing Doris of getting up to “vile, wicked things” with her younger sisters in the bath. Victoria and Doris manage to calm her down, finally suggesting Becky join Melinda and Sophia in the tub that very night. Becky hesitantly agrees and, once naked with the others, proves quite willing to let herself be seduced. First Doris pleasures the two youngest, then brings Becky to orgasm in the bath while they watch Sophia and Melinda make love.

Later, when Doris turns in, Becky slips into the room, quickly undresses and gets into bed with her. She confesses her love for Doris, then they frantically bring each other off. While relaxing together in the afterglow, Victoria peeks in and, with an approving nod, wishes Becky and Doris a good night.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

Any notion that the pleasures I’d enjoyed with Becky might simply have been some wonderfully sensual dream evaporated when I opened my eyes the next morning.

There she was, gazing warmly at me from the other end of my pillow, her mouth curled into a smile that seemed to convey a whole pantheon of emotions: adoration, mischief, vulnerability. Perhaps even a hint of anxiety, if it’s possible for a smile to convey such a thing.

I don’t think she’d ever looked as beautiful as she did in that moment. Her dark blonde hair spilled across the pillow and over one shoulder. There was a generous hint of pink in both cheeks, and her lips were ablush. Even those piercing blue eyes seem brighter and more intense than usual.

“Good morning, Doris…” she cooed, a sing-song lilt to her voice.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Good morning.”

Reaching for my hand, Becky unceremoniously planted it on one of her bare breasts with a smirk.

“Well, aren’t you a bold one?” I ventured. “Do you mind if I wake up first?”

The fourteen-year-old stuck her chin out playfully. “I’m just making up for lost time.” Then her brow darkened slightly. “Unless you regret what we did last night. Do you? Tell me the truth, now.”

I brushed a thumb across Becky’s nipple, its stiffness betraying her arousal. A smile teased the corners of my mouth. “What do you think?”

Satisfied with my answer, she took my hand in hers. “I’ve wanted this for such a long time. But it just seemed… impossible.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Impossible?”

Becky’s hand disappeared beneath the bedspread, and I gave a blissful sigh when her fingers found my slit. “Well, you are a servant. Not that I think I’m better than you or anything, really I don’t. It’s just… it isn’t proper to canoodle with the staff.”

I found myself a little put out by that. If Victoria had elevated me to the status of lover and equal, I didn’t see why I should have to take that kind of nonsense from her children. “I’m a nanny, not a servant.”

But the truth was a little more complicated, of course. Nannies and governesses at that time occupied a strange niche in the household. Neither servant nor authority figure, they sat somewhere between, eating meals alone in the staff kitchen; never socialising with the family. It could be a lonely existence. But in my case, Victoria had done much to break down those social barriers, and I was immensely grateful.

That said, this wasn’t the time to explain the exact nature of my relationship with her mother, so instead, I allowed my hand to trail down across Becky’s belly and through the sparse thatch of hair that adorned her vulva, flashing the girl a wicked grin. “You’ll show me some respect, young lady!”

Becky pushed herself against my fingers, her own hand idly exploring my folds while she casually nattered away, as if we were discussing whether it would rain that day. “And two girls doing it together!” she declared. “That’s an even more shocking state of affairs!”

“Oh, really? You don’t look particularly scandalised right now. Put a finger inside me.”

She was quick to oblige. “I know you’re doing the same thing with Melinda and Sophia. Mother, too. I don’t mind sharing, but you won’t forget about me, will you? I don’t want to be left out ever again.” She shivered at my touch. “Ohhhh… your hand feels nice there.”

“I… I don’t think I could forget about you even if I tried, Becky. Move your finger in and out, will you? Like I’m doing to you.”

“Yes. All right.” Becky worked her finger back and forth, the soft liquid sound bringing a hint of colour to her cheeks, along with the occasional shy glance. “But… it’s special between you and me, isn’t it? Because we’re almost the same age, I mean. More special than my sisters or Mother, wouldn’t you say?”

She looked at me beseechingly, and I realised with some alarm that the fourteen-year-old might well have grown besotted with me. I’d entered into these various relationships willingly enough, but now wondered if it was even possible to divide one’s affections four ways. Did love diminish when shared with multiple partners? Could a woman really maintain so many lovers without losing perspective, if not her sanity? Or could it simply be four parts of one larger love affair, safely contained within the walls of Shadowglen? The idea that I might be the Shaw family concubine was both amusing and slightly unnerving.

The sixteen-year-old version of me had no answers to any of those questions. I thought it best to simply swim with the tide, until it either deposited me on the shore of some unknown paradise or swept me away in its undertow.

“I’m ever so fond of you, Becky,” I told the girl. “But let’s just play with each other for now, and enjoy this special thing we have. What’s important is that I love you all, and I’ll do my best to make everyone happy. There’s no need to worry, all right?’

Becky offered a small nod of the head, her eyes gone to lusty pools. “Mm. Well, in that case…” She leaned in to kiss me, her tongue teasing at mine.

I drew the sheets away to reveal our nakedness, then pushed Becky back against the pillow. When I latched my mouth to one of her perky nipples, she breathed a satisfied sigh, her fingers combing through my hair. I swirled my tongue round and round the stiffening bud, pausing briefly to graze it with my teeth.

“Don’t forget the other one,” Becky reminded me, offering her other breast.

As she pressed her hips up to meet me, I could feel her soft thatch brushing my belly; the warmth of her sex against my skin. The scent of her arousal beckoned me towards its source, but Becky was already pushing me down, guiding me between her open thighs. I trailed kisses across her tummy as I went, nuzzling my way down into the fine down that marked the threshold of her womanhood.

The previous evening, our lovemaking had been urgent, even frantic, with no time for this kind of attentive exploration. I’d yet to taste Becky, and was certain she’d never had anyone’s mouth there before. Needless to say, I was more than eager to be the first.

Breathing in her clean musk, I slowly drew my tongue up through her slit, savouring the earthy tang. It put me in mind of some rare, exotic fruit, rich and succulent. Becky gave a surprised jolt, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Oh!” she gasped, then whimpered, “Oh, my goodness.”

I trailed my tongue back down, then began another long pass, applying more pressure this time, delving deeper through the neat folds of her sex to where the flesh was tart and moist with warm honey. Prising her cunt open, I took a moment to examine the rosy pinkness of the interior before using a finger to probe my way inside. When I flicked my tongue across Becky’s exposed clit, she cried out, her nails biting into my scalp.

She came quickly. Of course she did – surely there’s nothing so exquisite for a young girl than having her pussy licked for the first time. Once her shivering body had gone still and Becky was at rest, I pulled my finger free, spread the creamy fluid of her climax over her labia, then gave her one last lick, savouring the taste.

Becky gazed at me with undisguised reverence, lovingly running her fingers through my hair. “Let me do that to you, Doris,” she said.

I hadn’t known if Becky would return the favour, and her willingness to love me with her mouth had me prickling with excitement. Crawling toward the head of the bed, I carefully knelt over the girl’s face.

For a moment Becky seemed startled by my boldness and lack of inhibition, then she grinned at me when my intention became clear. My pussy ached with need as I grasped the headboard with both hands and began to brush myself back and forth across her lips.

She held still for a moment, allowing me to rub myself off against her mouth, using the movement of my hips to get the stimulation I craved. But Becky’s hunger was too acute for her to take a passive role for long. I felt her tongue emerge, then lightly trace the cleft of my cunt. She licked me a few more times, then pressed a deep, passionate kiss into my pulsing sex.

“Oh… Becky,” I moaned as her tongue did its wicked work – circling my entrance, darting inside, then moving about like a dancing flame. She was going by intuition, I knew that much, but her instincts were keenly adept for a novice.

In her travels, Becky’s tongue brushed my throbbing clit, and my body shuddered with a dizzying rush of pleasure. “Yes!’ I hissed – perhaps a bit sharply, but I wanted Becky to know that she was doing wonderfully. Picking up on my hint, she swirled her tongue around the tiny nubbin, much as I’d done to her nipples.

A few short minutes later I was rubbing out my climax on Becky’s face, leaving her mouth slick with my juices. I shifted back so I could lean down for a kiss, tasting myself on her lips. “Thank you,” I whispered to my new lover.

She seemed momentarily lost for words. “Well, you’re welcome, I’m sure,” she said after a moment of pause, then graced me with a shy smile.

To see Becky so blissfully content after many days of brooding suspicion, and even outright anger, made my heart swell with joy. I simply had to kiss her once more. She was quick to respond, her tongue finding its way between my lips – and just like that, we were making love again.

We brought each other off several times that morning, then roused ourselves to face the day.

II

From the very first moment I set my eyes on Victoria driving her MG Saloon, I was fascinated. Very few women drove automobiles in those days, and fewer still owned one. On the occasions when I accompanied Victoria into town, I would watch carefully as she changed gears and worked the pedals, marvelling at the apparent complexity of the task. Yet she always managed to make it look easy.

At some point, Victoria must have noticed my interest. One afternoon, not long after our new housekeeper had begun in earnest, with my drastically reduced quota of chores complete and time to spare before the girls returned from school, my love took me by the hand, ushering me through the kitchen and out the staff door.

“Where are we going?” I asked. “Into town?”

“You’ll see,” was all Victoria would say.

Mrs. Broomfield had just pulled up on her bicycle, ready to give the kitchen its weekly deep clean and start preparing the evening meal. She seemed somewhat strained, so I asked her if she was all right.

“Got indigestion summit awful,” she told me with a wince. “Musta been that lardy cake I ate last night.”

“Go and have a sit down for a few minutes, Mrs. Broomfield,” Victoria said. “You do look rather pale.”

The cook gave us a dismissive wave of the hand. “Oh, it ain’t nothin’ to fret over, m’lady. A spoonful o’ bakin’ soda and I’ll be right as rain. Ridin’ that bloody bike ain’t gettin’ any easier, though. ‘Scuse my language.”

With that, the old woman trudged indoors.

Victoria marshalled me towards her car. When I made for the passenger side, she shook her head. “Other side, sweetheart.”

I stopped and gave her an incredulous look. “Pardon?”

“You’re driving.”

“Me?” I shook my head rapidly. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“No, that’s a terrible idea, Victoria. Unless you want a crashed car and a broken neck, that is. I don’t even have a licence!”

Victoria dismissed my concerns with a nonchalant wave of the hand. “We’re not going far. You can just drive up and down the thoroughfare until you get a feel for it.”

I put my hands to my cheeks. “Goodness me.”

She opened the door, gesturing at the interior. “In you get. I’ll talk you through it.”

Reluctantly, I slipped behind the steering wheel. Victoria climbed into the passenger seat and gave me a pat on the knee. “Relax. Once you’ve done a few laps you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about. Now, put your foot on the brake – that’s the pedal on the left – then push the starter knob.”

The car rumbled to life, and it was all I could do not to swing open the door, leap out and run for the house.

“Now take your foot off the brake, and slowly press down on the accelerator.”

With Victoria feeding me instructions, I ambled up the long driveway, crunching the clutch every time I tried to change gears and stalling the saloon on several occasions. When I got to the main gates I spun the car round, nearly taking out one of the lamp posts along the way.

Victoria wasn’t fazed, though. “Go faster!” she cried when I finally began to get the hang of things. “Put your foot down, girl!”

I crunched into second gear and put a tad more pressure on the accelerator pedal. When I began veering onto the lawn, Victoria took the wheel and guided the vehicle back on course with a hoot of laughter. “Driveway good,” she said. “Lawn bad.”

“Oh, thanks for that!” I said, laughing with her.

Victoria reached across to honk the horn. “Go, Doris! Woo hoo!”

“Whoooo! I’m driving!”

“Mind the sundial, my sweet!”

After several laps I brought the car to a stop by the house. I felt elated, amazed how well I’d taken to something I never thought myself capable of.

“You did well for your first time,” Victoria said with a kiss to my cheek. “Of course, if you intend to get your own car, you’ll need to wait until you’re seventeen. And they’ve just introduced driving tests this year, so you’ll have to take that before you get your licence.”

I could see a wealth of possibilities laid out before me. To be able to climb into my own car and drive anywhere I wanted was the kind of freedom I could previously only have imagined. I loved my life with the Shaws, but I think that was when I first took something of an interest in the world outside Shadowglen.

III

Mrs. Broomfield was busy chopping onions when I entered the kitchen. I pulled my apron from the nearby hook and slipped it on. “How are you feeling now?” I asked the cook.

“I expect I’ll live. Mind you don’t slip on the floor, girl, I’ve just cleaned it.” She mopped her brow with the back of a hand. “Lord, but it’s warm in here.”

“Where do you want me?”

Mrs. Broomfield gestured towards the colander full of scrubbed potatoes on the table. “You can start peelin’ those, if you like.”

Looking at those potatoes, I felt a prickle of annoyance. With a sigh, I took a seat, arming myself with a small paring knife.

The cook raised an eyebrow. “Too good for that kind of work now, are ya?”

“No, of course not,” I said, then hastened to add, “Don’t pay any attention to me, I’m just a bit out of sorts today.”

Victoria had made me her lover and equal, and yet I had no choice but to keep up the pretence of being a servant. It all seemed so unfair.

I scolded myself for that uncharacteristic conceit. The truth was, I didn’t think I was above such menial tasks – I’d never been afraid of getting my hands dirty – it was just that I felt a great longing for more. I wanted the world to acknowledge my changing fortunes, for the people around me to see how far I’d come since leaving the orphanage. It was naught but foolish pride, really.

“You and our lady seem to be get gettin’ on like a house on fire,” Mrs. Broomfield said, as if she’d somehow tapped into my train of thoughts.

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Shaw’s very kind. I took an interest in her automobile, so she let me have a quick go up and down the drive.”

She also lets me slip into bed with her at night, so we can fuck like animals, I considered adding. The thought had me turning my head to conceal a smile.

“Let me give you some advice, girl,” Mrs. Broomfield said. “Never fool yourself into thinkin’ you can be friends with the upper crust. They live up there, we live down here, and never the twain shall meet. That’s ‘ow it’s always been… an’ always will.”

If only you knew, Mrs. Broomfield, I thought. But some tiny part of me wondered if she might be right.

The sound of voices outside drew me back to the here and now. “Sounds like the girls are back from school.”

Something clattered behind me, and when I turned to see what had made the noise, I found Mrs. Broomfield hunched over the worktop, clutching her arm. Her chopping knife had tumbled to the floor.

“Mrs. Broomfield! What’s wrong?” I asked, alarmed.

The old cook shook her head, a pained expression on her face. “Need some fresh air, is all.”

“Come sit down for a minute,” I told the cook, pulling a chair out for her.

She waved me away impatiently. “Never mind that. Just get that back door open for me, will you?”

I slung the staff door open, then helped Mrs. Broomfield outside, my arm round her waist. Victoria was there, supervising Melinda while the youngster sat behind the wheel of her mother’s car pretending to drive. Upon seeing the state of the old cook, they both ran over.

“What on earth happened?” Victoria said.

“She came over all queer,” I explained.

“I’s sweatin’ like a spit pig,” Mrs. Broomfield croaked. “An’ there’s no feelin’ in me arm.”

Victoria turned to me with a concerned look. “Call the doctor, quickly. I think she’s having a stroke.”

I ran into the house and made for the telephone in Victoria’s study. When I got through to the doctor and explained Mrs. Broomfield’s symptoms, he told me he’d get an ambulance sent out as soon as possible. I relayed this information back to Victoria, but she insisted it would be quicker to take Mrs. Broomfield to the hospital herself, so with me and the beleaguered cook in the back seat, Victoria drove us to Croydon Infirmary. Becky was under strict instructions to look after her sisters until we got back.

We had naught to do but sit in the waiting room wringing our hands until the doctor finally came to see us.

“She’s fine,” he told us, and Victoria and I breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s had a small heart attack, and I’d like to keep her in overnight for observations. Are you family?”

Victoria shook her head. “I’ve called her husband. He should be here soon. Will she be all right, do you think?”

“I don’t see any reason why she shouldn’t make a good recovery, but she’ll need to consider making a few changes in her life. A busy bee, is she?”

“She never stops,” I said. “I keep telling her to slow down, but she won’t listen.”

The doctor nodded gravely. “Well, there’s nothing like a heart attack to make one look at things differently. I imagine she’s nearing retirement anyway.”

“Can we see her now?” I asked.

“Yes, of course. Keep it short, if you don’t mind. She needs rest.”

IV

Mrs. Broomfield never came back to Shadowglen, except one Christmas when Victoria invited her and the husband over for Christmas dinner. Even then, we could barely restrain the old battle-axe from marching into the kitchen to take charge once again.

The day after her heart attack, we took the girls to see her, and a day after that she was discharged from the hospital. As we’d expected, Mrs. Broomfield told us she was retiring, but was keen to point out that it was her husband’s decision, not hers. “I’ve got another five years in me, at least,” she insisted. “But the old bugger won’t ‘ave none of that. If I don’t knock it on the ‘ead now, I’ll never ‘ear the last of it.”

Victoria would eventually employ another cook, but until then the Shaws and I mucked in to keep us fed. The resulting meals weren’t quite the nourishing staples Mrs. Broomfield had been so well known for, but we got better at cooking, and all of us agreed our time in Shadowglen’s kitchen was a chaotic but enjoyable adventure.

V

The days came and went. Sophia celebrated her twelfth birthday with a large party attended by what seemed like an entire tribe of school friends. The catering was such a monumental undertaking that even Becky and Melinda rolled their sleeves up to lend Victoria and me a much needed hand, now that Mrs. Broomfield was no longer with us.

The school summer holidays soon followed, and that left the girls with several weeks of free time to enjoy. When Melinda wasn’t occupying herself in the garden with Mr. Farnsworth, she and Sophia were off exploring in the woods and fields, often returning hours later exhausted, covered with grass and hay, and looking enormously pleased with themselves. I suspect they often indulged in other sorts of exploration while away, the kind that facilitated the removal of dresses and underthings.

Becky, meanwhile, insisted on dragging me round the shops, or keeping me hostage in her bedroom while she modelled her latest outfits. She was quite the demanding young lady, but I was glad of her company. Despite the fact that Victoria and I were lovers, the difference in our ages prevented us from truly being equals. I thought that might change, given time, but Becky and I were more at ease with one another in that regard. Sometimes friendship is a less demanding proposition than love, I think – though Becky and I were lovers as well, of course.

The sensual delights we enjoyed at Shadowglen took a much more organic form. We never spoke much of sex – it simply happened when it wanted to happen. The younger girls and I still teased and toyed in the bath when the fancy took us, and I would often linger in their bedrooms after I’d tucked them in for the night, lifting their nighties to feast upon their bare slits until they were either spent or too tired to continue. Other times they seemed content with their own company, sneaking off to one or the other’s room to satisfy their burgeoning desires.

When I returned to my own room, Becky would likely be waiting for me, wearing nothing but a coy smile. On the evenings when my own needs had not been met, and the taste of her younger sisters still lingered on my tongue, sex with Becky was often urgent and brief. One of our favourite ways to bring each other off was the position Victoria referred to as soixante-neuf, in which we joined mouth to cunt. Or we would simply grind against one another until the smouldering between our legs was coaxed into a roaring flame.

Afterwards, having ushered a sleepy Becky back to her own bed, I would pad naked down the hall to Victoria’s room, then spend the rest of the night in the arms of my original lover.

Late one evening, whilst basking in the aftermath of sex with my lady, she asked me how her daughters had progressed in the art of lovemaking. I felt my body glow as I told her how I pleasured Melinda and Sophia in the bath, then tiptoed to their rooms later in the night to satisfy them with my mouth.

“Do you have them do it to you?” Victoria asked me softly.

“Sometimes,” I replied. “But not always, because Becky’s usually waiting for me when I get back to my own room.”

The eyes of my mistress flashed with excitement. “So it’s Rebecca that usually brings you off, is it?”

I gave her a small nod. “Mmm.”

“With her mouth?”

“Yes. Quite often.”

“Funny, I assumed Becky would be too prudish to eat cunt. I’m… almost proud.”

I nudged her playfully in the arm. “So crude!”

Amused by my halfhearted scolding, Victoria continued. “Do you kiss them as well? As if they were your lovers?”

I paused for a moment, then answered, “Well, naturally. They are my lovers, aren’t they?”

She seemed to give that much consideration. “Yes,” she murmured after a while. “I suppose they are.”

Then, just as I was beginning to think we had all found our place in the Shaw household, that things would go on as they were for the foreseeable future, Victoria shifted the pieces on the board yet again.

“I think it’s time I see for myself,” she declared.

“See what?” I asked, unsure what she was getting at.

She offered me a wicked smile. “What you get up to with my daughters, of course. Tomorrow night, I shall accompany you to each of the girls in turn – Sophia first, then Melinda, and finally Rebecca. I want to know how well you’ve instructed them.”

“A-all right,” I stuttered.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Like all chess masters, Victoria was always thinking several moves ahead.

On to Chapter Thirteen!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend. Doris does what she can to console Victoria.

The next day, Victoria tells of what happened after losing Nora. She was quickly married off to a man named William Shaw, who proved to be a bully and a drunkard. She managed to endure her marriage, gave birth to her three daughters, and ended up taking over her husband’s business as his drinking spiraled out of control. He died a couple of years later, and Victoria was free.

Back in the here and now, Victoria presents Doris with a startling proposition. Wanting her daughters to experience the delights of Sapphic love before they develop romantic attachments to boys, she gets Doris to admit her attraction to the girls, then asks her to pleasure Melinda and Sophia in the bath. Doris is shocked, but also quite eager to do as Victoria wants.

The following night, Doris undresses and joins the two youngest in the tub for the first time, where she caresses both Sophia and Melinda to orgasm, then allows Sophia to fondle her in the same way. Later that night, Doris visits Melinda’s room, where she licks the ten-year-old to another climax. When Victoria is informed the next day, she is well pleased. But her eldest daughter Becky, who isn’t yet privy to her mum’s seductive scheme, is growing suspicious.

Two nights later, Doris and the girls bathe again. This time, though, they agree to postpone their pleasurable games until later, meeting in Sophia’s room for a sleepover. There, Doris teaches her charges the ways of lesbian love.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

I’d come to like the small parish church down in the village very much. I realise that may seem at odds with everything I’ve told you about myself – the grim Catholic institution where I spent the last years of my childhood, my distrust of the joyless morality foisted upon me, and the rather unchristian behaviour I now freely enjoyed with Victoria and two of her daughters.

But there was truly something calming about that old mediaeval building, something that had less to do with any belief in God than it did a kind of indefinable spiritual yearning; a nourishment of the soul, if you will.

Often, when the girls were at school and Victoria was away in the city, I would slip out of the house and make my way to the village green where the old church stood vigil. It was a place of quiet contemplation for me, one where I could get my thoughts in order. More often than not, I was the only person present – apart from the vicar, of course, who thankfully had the good grace to respect his parishioner’s desire for solitude. The last thing I wanted or needed was spiritual advice. I’d had enough of that to last me a lifetime.

So I would sit there and bask in the still tranquillity; not praying exactly, but simply allowing my mind to wander. I thought of Victoria and the girls. I thought of my mother and father. I thought of Jesus on the cross, and wondered if our carpenter turned messiah would think it had all been worth it in the end, considering so many of us seemed to have completely missed the point he’d been at such pains to make. Be kind, he’d said. Be tolerant; love one another, or words to that effect. The nuns at the orphanage hadn’t exactly taken his words to heart. Indeed, theirs was a catastrophic misinterpretation. I felt the poor man had deserved better somehow. I’d deserved better, too.

On Sundays – day of rest though it may have been – there wasn’t much opportunity for that kind of quiet reflection. Sunday was the church service, and all parishioners were expected to attend. As the family nanny, that included me.

I don’t think Victoria was any more inclined toward religious piety than I was, but as an important and well respected member of polite society, she was nevertheless compelled to keep up appearances – the service was, after all, as much about mingling with one’s neighbours as it was worship.

The girls were never exactly enthusiastic about attending, either. Sophia and Melinda, in particular, would much rather have spent Sunday mornings running about in the garden or listening to the wireless, I’m sure.

But there we were, the Shaw family and I – lined up like tin soldiers on a pew at the back of the church while the vicar droned on endlessly, punctuated now and then by yet another awful hymn. God in heaven, how I hated the hymns.

Seated near the open doors of the church, the morning chill swirled around my legs, causing me to shiver. I reached behind and pulled my coat from the back of the pew, spreading it across my knees. Victoria turned to me and smiled, then glanced down. When she fixed me with her gaze again, I knew immediately what was on her mind.

Her hand slipped beneath the coat to rest in my lap. She leaned towards me and whispered in my ear. “Pull up your dress.”

By then, I was well familiar with Victoria’s boldness, but this felt reckless to the point of insanity. I trapped my bottom lip between my teeth and gave my head a tiny shake.

“Pull it up, Doris. For me.”

“Not here. Someone will see!” I whispered, barely moving my lips.

“They won’t. Do it.”

It was a huge risk, I knew that. The girls were seated on the opposite side of their mother, their view of me obscured, but there was still an entire congregation in front of us. I didn’t know exactly what Victoria had planned, but I had a very good idea. In spite of myself, the thought of it was making me throb in anticipation. And though the possibility of being caught at it filled me with fear, I couldn’t deny that misbehaving in such a public place – and a holy one at that – gave me an irresistible thrill.

I glanced across to the rows of pews on the opposite side of the hall, and when I was sure the people there were focused intently on the vicar’s sermon, I reached beneath my coat and hiked my dress up around my waist. Victoria’s palm crept slowly across my thighs until it was resting on the front of my knickers. I tried to keep my face as passive as possible while she moved her fingers back and forth, the cotton of my underwear causing a pleasant friction as it rubbed against my clitoris.

When Victoria’s hand tried to slide into the leg opening of my knickers, I found myself moving my knees apart to accommodate her. Then she was there, filling me with her fingers, pumping them back and forth while the heel of her hand rubbed against my clit. My breathing took on a more laboured note, and it was all I could do not to close my eyes and moan out loud.

The vicar spoke of sensuality and debauchery while each thrust of my lover’s fingers took me closer and closer to an earthly paradise. The Good Man wept on his cross above the pulpit, but his tears weren’t for me, no – I had found my place in the world. He had died for his sins. I would live for mine.

“Come for me,” Victoria breathed in my ear. “Come for Jesus.”

And I did. I came over my lady’s fingers in that place of worship, while the congregation stood and sang Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty. Yes, indeed.

As I stiffened against Victoria’s touch, Becky peered round to glance down at me, no doubt wondering why her mother and I were the only ones still seated. She furrowed her brow suspiciously before moving back out of sight. I hastily pushed my dress down, then fumbled for my hymn sheet, quickly standing to join the final chorus. I wondered if mutual masturbation at the Sunday church service was to be a regular event from then on. It was one way to boost attendance numbers, I suppose.

When the service had finished, we all filed out of the church into the warmth of the morning sunshine. While Sophia and Melinda scampered off to chat with some of their school chums, Becky sidled over, looking from her mother to me. “Why were you both sitting for the last hymn?” she asked, making me feel like a naughty child who’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Oh, I was woolgathering… thinking about something I read last night,” I told the fourteen-year-old, pretending to be embarrassed. “Before I knew it, everyone was up and singing. I hope no one else noticed.”

Of course, that didn’t account for why her mother had remained seated as well, but Victoria didn’t seem in the slightest bit concerned about such trivialities, and I doubted she felt the need to explain herself.

Hiding our illicit behaviour from Becky was becoming quite the chore. She knew something of what was going on, I’m sure. How long could we keep tiptoeing around her? And indeed, why should we even need to? It was maddening.

Victoria reached out to stroke her oldest daughter’s cheek with fingers that had been between my legs not long before. “Always so inquisitive, Rebecca dear! We shall have to do something about that, I think…”

Later that night, it would all finally come to a head.

II

That evening at dinner, I reflected on how much I had changed. From an awkward orphan with barely a stitch to her name to a happy, confident young woman, and all in the space of a few months.

I’d also developed a voracious sexual appetite along the way, and that had taken a trajectory of its own. Overcoming the unique breed of sexual guilt the Catholic faith was so adept at cultivating had leant me a kind of inner resilience. The Church, indeed society, would condemn me as wicked, if not downright evil, for the pleasures I’d indulged in, but I had taken that notion of wickedness and found a way to wield it as both weapon and shield, if only in secret. Each kiss, each touch, each taste of forbidden desire was an exquisite act of defiance. I was who I was, I took what I wanted, and felt no need to apologise for it, in confession or anywhere else.

As the Shaw family and I sat up to the dining table that early summer evening, I considered each of them in turn.

Beautiful Victoria – my lover, my friend; my mentor in so many things. Her strong will had in turn given me strength, and now knowing what she had endured to reach this place in her life, I felt privileged to be a part of it. My admiration for her was now tempered by a sense of familiarity, and our relationship was all the richer for that.

I had come to love Sophia and Melinda every bit as much as I did Victoria, my desire for them an inextricable part of that love. That I could guide them as their mother had guided me, in the art of lovemaking as well as more conventional pursuits, gave me a real sense of purpose.

Becky, though. Becky was a conundrum. She and I had never fallen out as such, but our relationship had waxed and waned ever since I’d come to Shadowglen. Just when I thought she’d begun to open up to me, an inexplicable distance had grown between us, and I didn’t seem to be making any progress bridging it. I wanted so much to be friends with her – I’d not met anyone close to my age since leaving the orphanage – and felt sure we must have more in common than not. Perhaps she simply doesn’t like me, I mused. If that’s the case, what’s to be done?

As we ate our supper, Becky’s eyes kept flitting back and forth between Victoria and me, as if she were seeking something there. When I met her gaze, she held it for a short moment before looking away. She seemed angry. I couldn’t help wondering if it were merely her age that brought on all this strange behaviour. I didn’t remember being that stroppy at fourteen, but then I don’t suppose an institutionalised orphan has the luxury of stroppiness.

“Girls,” Victoria said, drawing me back to the here and now. “You ought to know that I’m putting an advertisement in the paper for a housekeeper.”

“A housekeeper?” Sophia replied, a piece of skewered potato hovering near her mouth. “But Doris does that, doesn’t she?”

“Well, yes… but I’m worried we’re running poor Doris into the ground. Being a nanny is work enough, let alone all the housework, too. We’ll get someone to come in for an hour or two a day.”

“It is rather exhausting, having to look after such a big house on my own,” I admitted. “Some nights I practically fall into bed.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Victoria chuckled, placing a hand on mine. “We can’t have you being too tired at bedtime, can we?”

I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. “No, I suppose not.”

“As long as Doris still gets to help us bathe and read us bedtime stories, we don’t mind, do we, Sophie?” Melinda chimed, that all too familiar twinkle in her eye.

Sophia giggled at that. “We don’t mind, not at all!”

“Stop it…”

We all turned towards Becky, who was glaring at her plate.

“Did you say something, Rebecca?” Victoria asked.

“I said, stop it. Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!” The fourteen-year-old threw her fork across the room, then sprang to her feet, fists bunched at her sides. “I know what you’re all up to!”

“What on earth’s gotten into you?” Victoria demanded, a stern edge to an otherwise calm voice. While she encouraged openness from her girls, emotional outbursts were simply not the done thing in the Shaw household. “Sit down, please.”

Sophia and Melinda stared at their older sister, their mouths hung open.

I held my hands up in a reconciliatory gesture, struggling to seem calmer than I was. “Let’s just… Look, I’m sure we can talk this through.”

But Becky would not be soothed. “I’m not fooled, you know!” she shouted, glaring at us. “You’re doing awful, wicked things! You think you’re so clever, trying to hide it from me… but I’ve got eyes, you know. I can see!”

“Rebecca Shaw! Sit down this instant!”

At her mother’s uncompromising tone, Becky went silent, then sank back into her chair with a face like thunder.

Victoria reached for her wine glass and took a careful sip, then drew in and slowly released a deep breath. She regarded her eldest daughter somberly. “Honestly, I’ve never known such a carry on. Entirely uncalled for.”

Becky was still upset, but her mother’s admonishment had taken the wind right out of her sails. “Yes, Mother,” she whispered, hanging her head.

I felt genuinely sorry for Becky, seeing the hurt she was experiencing – enough to make the girl lash out at her loved ones. Instead of arousing her curiosity, as we hoped to do, she’d been made to feel excluded.

This state of affairs could not stand. I would try to make things right.

“What do you think we’re hiding from you?” I gently asked the sullen girl.

She glanced up, a spark of defiance still lingering in her eyes. “Whatever you’re up to in the bath with – with Sophie and Melly. I know it’s not just washing. There’s more going on than that!”

The two younger sisters were frozen in place, their eyes wide with alarm.

Becky turned to Victoria and said in a quieter, more restrained tone, “I think you and Doris are doing something, too…”

“I don’t want you to feel left out, Becky,” I said, before Victoria had time to respond. “I invited you to bathe with us, but you didn’t seem much inclined.”

A hint of pink coloured her cheeks. “I… I didn’t think you really m-meant it,” she mumbled, staring down at the table again.

“But I did,” I told her. “I’m always looking for ways to be friends with you, but nothing ever seems to come of it. Sometimes I have to wonder if you even like me.”

By then, Becky seemed more than a little embarrassed at her outburst, perhaps wondering what she’d got herself into. “I do like you,” she said, her voice barely audible.

Something in Becky’s tone made me tremble inside. But before I could form a response, Victoria reached across the table to touch her daughter’s hand. “Do you truly think us wicked, dear? Is one woman finding comfort in the arms of another such a terrible thing?”

“Well… perhaps not, if it’s you and Doris. But…” Becky cast a cursory glance at her sisters.

By then, Melinda was looking decidedly pale. “We haven’t…” she began. “We didn’t—”

Sophia cut her off with a hiss and a hard shake of the head. “Shush, Melly! Don’t say anything!”

Even in the midst of this little drama, Victoria had to chuckle. “I’m quite aware of the fun you’ve been having with Doris, my little pixies. So is your older sister, it seems.”

The two astonished girls didn’t have much to say to that.

“Why don’t you bathe with your sisters tonight, Rebecca?” Victoria suggested. “See for yourself what’s been going on.”

“There won’t be enough room,” Melinda complained, but I quickly hushed her.

“Will you, Becky?” I said. “Please say yes. I’d really like it if you joined us.”

“Come on, Becky,” Sophia chipped in. “It’s been ages since we all bathed together!”

Becky blushed prettily. Looking up at me, she gave a small nod. “All right.”

III

While the girls cleared the plates away, I set about drawing the bath – large as the sunken tub was, it took considerable time to fill. When I returned, the Shaws were listening to the wireless in the drawing room, the earlier drama seemingly forgotten.

Lingering near the doorway, I scarcely heard the music or the words, my mind already awhirl with anticipation for what was to come. Soon I would get my first glimpse of Becky in the nude, and who knew what might happen then?

Once the radio orchestra did their big finish and was rewarded with a hearty round of applause, I roused myself and announced, “Girls, your bath awaits.” My eyes met Victoria’s, and she offered me a knowing smile.

With a squeal of delight, Sophia leapt to her feet and hastened to the bathroom, Melinda in hot pursuit. That left their older sister, who quietly rose from her seat and followed in the girls’ wake.

Becky and I entered the bathroom to find Melinda and Sophia shedding their clothes. Closing the door behind me, I shut off the taps, then busied myself laying out towels and folding the girls’ things as they cast them off. As for Becky, she stood to one side, staring at her sisters while they undressed. I wondered when she’d last seen them naked.

“Are you joining us?” I asked the fourteen-year-old.

Becky turned around, peering over her shoulder at me. “Undo me, please,” she said, doing her best to maintain a veneer of calm. A slight tremor in her voice told me she was anything but.

I unhooked the buttons of her frock, pushing it off her shoulders to let it fall around her feet. While she reached behind and unhooked her brassiere, I knelt before her. This vision of Becky in nothing but knickers was truly sublime. I was close enough to feel the heat from her body, to breathe in her feminine scent.

My voice, when it emerged, was husky and tinged with arousal. “Step out of your dress, so I can fold it up.”

She gazed down at me, smiling wanly as she lifted each foot from her dress. If she was nervous, I didn’t think it had much to do with getting naked, at least. I remembered how easily she’d undressed before me in the clothes shop that day. When she turned towards us, she swept her blonde hair back. Her breasts were small, perky, and utterly exquisite.

“Crikey, you have titties now!” Melinda gasped, clearly as enthralled by her sister’s beauty as I was.

“You’ve a lovely figure, Becks,” Sophia murmured.

With an unexpected surge of pride, I realised the two of them were doing their best to put their older sister at ease. Well done, girls, I thought.

When Becky bent to slip her knickers down, I made a concerted effort not to stare, so as not to make her feel uncomfortable. That said, it was nigh on impossible not to admire her shapely hips and firm arse.

Taking her still-warm underwear, I folded and added them to the rest of the girls’ things, then clapped my hands. “All right, in with you!”

Sophia and Melinda eagerly immersed themselves in the hot water. Becky entered with a little more grace, and as she lifted a leg to climb in, I was treated to a fleeting glimpse of her sex beneath a sparse thatch of chestnut-hued curls.

Melinda peered up at me, her eyes dancing. “Don’t even think about not getting in, Doris!” she piped. “There’s plenty of room!”

‘Plenty of room’ was definitely an overstatement, but I certainly had no intention of watching from the sidelines. I cast off my clothes piece by piece, the recently liberated exhibitionist in me enjoying the way the girls’ eyes roved over my body. I’d expected Becky to be more discreet, but she stared openly too. I didn’t mind in the least.

I climbed into the water and gave myself over to its warm embrace. “Well, isn’t this cosy?” I murmured. True, we were a bit crowded, but that just made it all the more intimate, our legs and feet mingling in a most enticing way.

Clearly in no mood to take things slowly, Melinda sidled over and eased herself into my lap. I reached round and took her hands in mine. “Shall we…?” the ten-year-old began, glancing over at Becky, “You know.”

“The truth is,” I told Becky, “we like to enjoy ourselves in the bath.” I began to casually stroke Melinda’s chest, brushing her small nipples with the tips of my fingers. Becky’s eyes widened as her baby sister settled into my embrace with a blissful mew. “But if you’re not comfortable with that, we can just bathe normally.”

Becky’s cheeks were flushed pink, and I wondered how much of that was embarrassment and how much was anticipation of things to come. “I’ve been hearing odd noises coming from the bathroom for a while now,” she said, then narrowed her eyes. “Does Mother really know what you’ve been getting up to with Melly and Sophie?”

I didn’t feel it was the time or place to be going into detail about who knew what; that was Victoria’s prerogative, not mine. On the other hand, she had confirmed earlier that she knew of my liaisons with her youngest daughters, so at least there was no need to be coy about that. “Your mother is aware of what we do, yes.”

“Cripes, I thought we were done for at dinner!” Sophia exclaimed.

Melinda nodded her head gravely. “But Mummy is quite modern. Perhaps that’s why she doesn’t seem to mind.”

I made some effort to steer the conversation back on track. “So, yes, Becky, we have our own special way of bathing. But if you prefer, we can just—”

“I think I should see, actually, ” Becky said, her finger tracing a path around the fish-shaped taps.

“Hmm? So you’d like to…?”

“Yes. Well, just to see what it is you… so I can… then I’ll know if… No, I don’t mind if you show me. If you want to, that is.” Becky held up a cautionary finger. “But if I don’t like it, you’ll stop, won’t you? Promise?”

“Yes, of course,” I assured her, concealing my own delight. Despite Becky’s facade of reluctance, it was plain to see that she was burning with curiosity, eager to see what her sisters and I got up to behind closed doors.

Melinda gazed up at me with an air of impatience. “So… can we?”

Like so many times in the last couple of weeks, I lost myself in those bright sapphire eyes. “Yes, we can,” I told her, then added, “You look beautiful tonight, Melly.”

Her smile could have turned the night sky into noon. “I love you, Doris,” she cooed.

By then, my desire was honed to a razor-keen edge, and I was eager to give and receive pleasure. With Melinda still nestled in my lap, I raised my hips enough to lift her bare body above the water. After soaping my hands, I slipped one between the ten-year-old’s legs, trailing a finger through her smooth slit. She made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a giggle, then began to pinch and tug at her nipples.

Becky watched in silence, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her youngest sister planted both feet on my legs and raised her pelvis to meet my caresses. I smiled at Becky, but she was utterly transfixed by the movement of my finger as it glided back and forth through Melinda’s pussy.

Soon my little poppet was very close to coming, so I did something Melinda especially loved: slid the tip of my index finger into her bumhole while I brushed her clitoris with the thumb. She climaxed in my arms with a rapturous moan, her hips jerking spasmodically, then finally coming to a rest. Spent, she slumped back and sought my lips with hers, a gentle kiss that soon became anything but. I nearly swooned when my ten-year-old sweetheart plunged her tongue into my mouth, just as I’d taught her.

If Becky seemed surprised to see me fondle her little sister, she was positively flabbergasted to see us kiss like passionate lovers. Yet there was no mistaking the telltale signs of arousal on her face – cheeks flushed, eyes heavy, nipples standing erect and proud. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

Once she’d regained her breath, Melinda spun round and pushed herself away from me with a gleeful splash, calling, “Thanks, Doris!”

Then Sophia was rising from the water to stand before me, her young body gleaming in the light. I knew she was eager for my tongue. Ever since I’d tasted her sex for the first time, the eleven-year-old seemed to take every opportunity to offer herself to me. She brought a leg up to rest on the side of the bath, then used two fingers to spread her silken vulva open.

“Well, that’s most unladylike,” I heard Becky mumble under her breath.

Drifting closer and reaching round to cup those exquisite buttocks, I applied my tongue to Sophia’s cunt. First I teased the folds with feather-light licks, then allowed myself to probe the tart flesh inside, delving as deep as I was able.

Sidling up to her stunned eldest sister, Melinda wrapped both arms about Becky’s waist in a loving hug. “Doesn’t that look nice, Becks? Would you like it if Doris did that to you?”

Though mainly focused on pleasing Sophia at that moment, I couldn’t help but notice the conflict in Becky’s eyes. Conflict, yes; but also longing.

“I… I’m not sure that’s entirely sanitary,” the fourteen-year-old offered, then conceded with a shrug, “But I suppose it must feel good.”

I could see that Becky was enthralled by our wicked games, but chose to pretend otherwise. Well, I would have to do something about that.

“You have such a pretty pussy,” I told Sophia, then dipped my head between her thighs again. This time I began with her clitty, swirling my tongue round the inflamed nub while easing a finger partway into the girl’s vagina, gently penetrating her. I knew it wouldn’t be long before it drove her over the edge.

“I… I want m-my truffle to look like yours when I’m older,” Sophia told me in a faraway voice, her breath beginning to quicken.

I angled my face slightly in Becky’s direction, wanting her to see how my tongue teased at her younger sister’s clit while I slid a finger in and out of her cunt. Sophia whimpered and mewled, brow furrowed intensely, her legs trembling as she watched me work my magic.

“Harder! Quicker!” she squealed, and I was all too willing to oblige.

She suddenly seized my head and held me fast, thrusting against my face with a near-animal ferocity. “Ooh, yes! It’s happening! It’s… yes, YES!” Her fingernails bit into my scalp, but I ignored the pain, licking and probing the girl until her cries echoed through the bathroom. The girls and I had always tried to keep our voices down when we indulged in such pleasures, but Sophie had apparently decided such restraint was no longer needed.

Dazed and out of breath, she felt her way back to the edge of the tub, where she carefully settled herself on the tiled rim.

Melinda joined her sister, taking the girl’s hand and bringing it to her lips for a kiss. “That was a good one, Sophie.”

“Mm,” Sophia murmured with a sleepy nod.

Ever the attentive sister, Melinda reached for the bar of soap, then turned back to Sophia. “Let’s wash each other!”

That brought a smile to the eleven-year-old’s lips. Sliding back into the warm water, she reached for her baby sister. The two of them set about their happy task, passing the soap back and forth as they explored each other’s bodies with a kind of innocent reverence. When their mouths drifted together in a loving kiss, tongues dancing playfully, it seemed an inevitable consummation.

It hadn’t escaped my notice, this growing closeness between my two charges. I recalled the night I’d made love to the girls in Sophia’s bed, how they came together in a tender kiss in the midst of pleasuring me. Could that have been a turning point in their relationship? Since then, Melly and Sophie seemed to spend more time together than before, often hand in hand… and sometimes they would spirit themselves away, only to return with cheeks a tiny bit pinker than before. I wasn’t quite ready to question them on the subject, but I felt certain they were indulging in their own naughty games.

But that was something to dwell on later. Now, it was Becky’s time. I drifted towards her, close enough that our shoulders touched, my breast nearly brushing against hers. “So… now you know,” I said. “How do you feel about it?”

She seemed unable to look away from her kissing sisters. “All this…” she said, clearly awed. “I never could’ve imagined.” A momentary pause. “Isn’t – isn’t it wrong, though?”

Did I detect a pleading note in her voice? “We don’t think so,” I murmured, “and neither does your mother.” Lightly touching her arm, I asked, “Would you like me to wash you now?”

Finally, Becky was able to meet my eyes. She hesitated for a few heartbeats, then gave a barely perceptible nod.

Reaching for another bar of soap, I lathered my hands and began to slide them over her shoulders and arms, then descended to her upper chest, painting it with the creamy lather. When she didn’t object, I snaked a soapy hand down to a breast and traced its pleasant swell, cupping the weight of it in my palm. I squeezed it slightly, and Becky let out a tremulous sigh. I might have lingered; instead I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

For a moment she didn’t move, her lower lip caught between her teeth, nibbling it nervously. When my hand travelled further down to her belly, she shivered, her soft breath stirring the thin haze of steam that lingered in the air. Her eyes met mine, and there was no mistaking their intent: Carry on. Don’t stop.

All pretences pushed aside, I slipped a hand beneath the water and between Becky’s thighs, my fingers toying with the sparse patch of hair there. Her legs clamped shut – whether from a sense of vulnerability or the need to press my fingers more firmly against her sex, I couldn’t tell.

“No, spread your legs, Becky,” I insisted, cupping the girl’s vulva.

She dutifully moved her knees apart, allowing me to fondle freely. When she let out a sharp intake of breath, I thought she must be responding to the finger I’d slipped inside her. But following Becky’s line of sight, I realised it could have just as easily been the sight of her younger sisters with their hands tucked between one another’s legs, still engaged in a deep, deep kiss.

Becky’s chest was rising and falling now, her breath coming in short, urgent bursts. She would spend soon, I knew.

“Do you like this?” I whispered, nuzzling Becky’s ear while my finger spun a relentless revolution inside her cunt.

“Y-yes!” Becky gasped. She was watching Melly and Sophie, I could see that clearly now. They were still embraced, their tongues playfully sparring.

“Look at your sisters kissing,” I told Becky. “Isn’t it a beautiful sight? They love each other so much.”

She could only give a brief nod in response, too far gone for words. It was time.

I joined a second finger to the one already inside her, plunging them in and out while I brushed her clitoris with my thumb. Giving her earlobe a gentle nip, I hissed, “Come for me, Becky!”

She trapped my hand between her thighs again, only this time there was no doubt as to why – to hold me steadfast through her orgasm. When she cried out in ecstasy, Melinda and Sophia broke their kiss to watch, but still continued to fiddle with each other’s slits.

When Becky finally released my hand, I bent to cup water in my palm, then set about rinsing the soap from her breasts. “There, wasn’t that nice?” I cooed, stroking her hair with my other hand.

“Yes… yes, it was. Thank you,” she murmured shyly.

I claimed Becky’s mouth, teasing her lips with my tongue. She sighed, relaxing into our kiss.

The two younger girls cooed approvingly. “Will you come to our rooms later, Doris?” Sophia asked hopefully. “Then Becky can see what other things we like to do.”

There was nothing I wanted more than to pay a visit to the girls as they lay in their beds, especially seeing as my own needs had not yet been met. With the added incentive of Becky watching us, perhaps even participating, I was tempted to go along with their little scheme, but thought it might be better to call an end to tonight’s fun. Poor Becky looked as if she’d just about reached her emotional limit for one evening, and I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Perhaps not tonight, girls,” I told the two naked nymphs. “It’s been a very eventful evening, and I think we could all use a bit of quiet time.” I glanced round at the three girls, giving them an affectionate smile. “Let’s have an early night and reflect on everything that’s happened. Tomorrow, perhaps, we’ll pick up where we left off.”

Melinda pouted, but Sophia reached out to take her baby sister’s hand, giving it a squeeze. Their eyes met, and as if by magic, Melinda was all smiles again. I suspected one of their beds was destined to remain vacant for most of the evening.

I understood completely. In fact, I intended to do more than my fair share of ‘reflecting’ once I’d retreated beneath the covers of my own bed.

IV

Once the younger girls were tucked up in bed, and I’d resisted their last ditch efforts at enticing me into more shenanigans, I returned to my own room, the need to touch myself dazzling in its urgency. I switched on the bedside lamp, then pulled my nightie over my head, discarding it carelessly where I stood before climbing into bed.

No sooner had I placed a trembling hand between my thighs, than the door quietly opened and a figure slipped inside. Becky leaned back against the door, her face flushed.

Before I could even sit up, she stepped forward, slipped out of her nightdress, then climbed under the covers. She positioned herself between my legs, her sex seeking purchase with mine. I reached out to stroke her hair but she seized my hand and brought it to her mouth, turning it to kiss my palm. “Please, Doris. Let me love you.”

I needed this as much as she did, but didn’t want it to be over before it began. “Slow down,” I murmured as she frantically ground her hips against mine. “It’s better to take your time.”

Becky shook her head. “I don’t want to go slow, Doris. Not tonight. I need to do it this way. You understand, don’t you? I – I need to.”

I dragged the blanket away from our bare bodies, wanting to see Becky as she rode me, to smell the thick, heady perfume of her arousal as it mingled with mine.

Becky’s hair tumbled around our faces. “I love you, Doris,” she whimpered. “I’ve always loved you.”

“I love you too,” I cooed, wrapping a leg around her buttocks so our pussies slotted snugly together. I raised my hips from the bed and began to work them in a pumping motion, matching the urgency of her thrusts.

We came quickly and simultaneously, but Becky’s need was so great that even after climaxing she still wouldn’t stop rubbing against me. So in the aftermath of our shared orgasm, she continued to grind until a second wave of pleasure washed over her, crying out while I cupped her quivering bottom.

We lingered in one another’s arms for a long while. Perhaps tomorrow there would be words, but tonight there was no need. And there would be a time for more attentive lovemaking – slow, considerate, sensual. But tonight there was only this.

Some time later, my bedroom door opened once more. This time it was Victoria. Becky tensed briefly in my arms, lifting her head to peer at her mother.

Victoria smiled, then blew us a kiss. “Sleep well, girls,” she whispered, and drifted away.

On to Chapter Twelve!

A summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the previous chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links)

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. Linda and her sister Jan were lovers back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, one night while her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly makes her way to Cheryl’s home. There, she ends up in a sizzling threesome with Cheryl and her daughter Ali who, as it happens, are already lovers.

The next day, Kelly offers Cheryl an opportunity to spy through an outside window as she performs oral on Gabby and Pam. Cheryl very much wants to bring her younger daughter into the sexual relationship she has with Ali, so she jumps at the chance. Needless to say, Kelly and the girls have a wonderful time, and Cheryl sees the whole thing without being noticed. 

The next day, Linda takes Kelly and Gabby to stay with their Aunt Jan for the weekend, so she can spend that time at a spa.  While she’s there, Linda confesses to her sister Jan that she’s been thinking about the two of them becoming lovers again.

Once Linda leaves, Kelly commences her own seduction of Jan. Her aunt resists, but Kelly is determined to get what she wants… and that night, she does.

The next morning, Kelly makes love to Gabby on the dining table, putting on a show for Aunt Jan who, unbeknownst to Gabby, is watching from the hallway. After Gabby comes, she offers to lick her big sister’s pussy for the first time, and Kelly is quick to accept.

That evening, Kelly, Gabby and Jan all come together in a threesome for the first time… but probably not the last!

The next day, Linda picks her daughters up for the drive back home. By then, she feels certain her daughters are having sex with each other, and is perplexed to find herself aroused by the thought of it.

Later, she pays a visit to Gabby in her room, intent on having a chat with her youngest daughter about sex. Deciding to be honest with her mom, Gabby tells Linda everything she and Kelly have been up to, including their weekend with Aunt Jan. Linda is so turned on by Gabby’s revelations that she impulsively offers to touch her nine-year-old until she comes. Gabby is quick to accept. Afterward, Linda promises that they can make love again… and Kelly can join them. She asks Gabby to keep what they’ve just done a secret for the moment.

The next day, Linda takes both her daughters to the town’s Fourth of July celebration, as does Cheryl. There, Pam invites Gabby to a sleepover, where they’ll be hanging out with her big sister Ali. Pam goes on to share a surprise with Gabby: she and Ali had sex the night before, and they both want to let Gabby in on the action. Gabby asks if Kelly can come, too. Of course, Pam loves than idea.

However, the fireworks display frightens Kelly so badly that Linda is obliged to take her home. She has to pass on the sleepover, but Ali, Pam and Gabby are determined to have fun anyway.

What the younger girls don’t know is that Ali has come up with a scheme to find out if either of them is interested in sex with her mother. At an agreed-upon time that evening, Cheryl undresses and lies on her bed masturbating with the bedroom door slightly ajar, then Ali leads Pam and Gabby to that open door, intent on doing a little spying. They watch for a bit, then return to Ali’s room to have fun.

Gabby watches as Pam and Ali begin to make love, then gets an idea. She slips out of the room while the other two aren’t looking and makes her way to Cheryl’s room, where she invites Ali and Pam’s mother to join the ongoing sex party. Of course, Cheryl is delighted to oblige, and follows Gabby back to Ali’s room, where she makes love to Pam and Gabby for the first time.

Meanwhile, Kelly wakes in Linda’s bed the morning after her panic attack. Mother and daughter converse, and each admits wanting to make love to the other. So they do just that. As they lie together afterwards, Gabby comes home from the sleepover. She immediately undresses and joins her mother and big sister.

That afternoon, Aunt Jan comes by to pick up Kelly and Gabby for a night at her place. The girls want their mother to come so they can all four have sex, but Linda isn’t quite ready. She wants to have a long discussion with her sister about the two of them becoming intimate again, and it still working out what to say.

Kelly and Gabby return to Aunt Jan’s home, where things immediately get hot between the three of them.

Meanwhile, Cheryl drops by to visit Linda, where she confesses to having sex with both Kelly and Gabby, as well as her own daughters. Linda isn’t bothered, admitting that she’s done the same with her girls. By then, both women are incredibly aroused, and end up making love — after which Linda proposes having a sex party for both their families. Cheryl loves the idea, and plans are laid.

Later that day, Jan brings her nieces back home. While the girls aren’t in earshot, Linda confronts her sister about what Jan has been up to with Kelly and Gabby. Jan is terrified at first, but recovers quickly when Linda admits her own incestuous activities with the girls. Now that the air has been cleared, Linda and Jan agree that the time is right for them to be lovers again. They go upstairs to fuck, where they are soon caught by Gabby and Kelly, who immediately undress and join in the family fun.

That brings us to this final chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

Gabby had been carefully crossing off the days on her Pokemon calendar. The big day, Saturday, was close at hand now and her excitement had grown to the kind of proportions she usually associated with Christmas and her birthday. But this was even more exciting. Only nine, and she was about to attend her very first sex party!

Silly grownups, Gabby thought as she carefully put a big black X through Friday. All their different schedules getting in the way… but tomorrow is the big day at last.

Of course a lot of the edge had been taken off in the meantime. Gabby had plenty of opportunities to make love with her mom and Kelly. Plus, Pam had spent the night a few days earlier, and the two girls spent hours watching lesbian porn clips on the internet, getting ideas for fun new things to try.

Then the next morning, the nine-year-olds crept down to Linda’s room, where they found her dozing with Kelly in her arms, both of them naked. The temptation to wake them proved to be too much to resist, and resulted in an immensely satisfying foursome.

That wasn’t all. Cheryl, Linda, and Jan had enjoyed an evening of lovemaking while the four girls got together for a very naughty slumber party.

In addition to all the sex, Jan got the chance to spend time with Cheryl’s daughters, who quickly came to like her enormously. Needless to say, Alicia and Pam were eager to fuck Jan, who couldn’t wait to make love to another pair of cute sisters.

Both families had fun in other ways, of course. There was swimming, reading, video games, cookouts, bike riding, and camping out in the backyard. Staying up too late, sleeping in too long. Sometimes it was enough just to be lazy and enjoy the nearness of each other. Still, the three women and the four girls were all bubbling over with anticipation of the forbidden pleasures they would experience on Saturday.

That Friday, as Linda tucked Gabby in for the night, her little girl said, “Tomorrow is gonna be so awesome, huh?”

Linda had to smile. “You can’t stop thinking about it, can you?”

“Yeah,” Gabby chirped, then counted on her fingers. “Three sets of sisters… you and Aunt Jan, Kelly and me, and Ali and Pam. Three grownups, two moms, and everyone having sex.”

“You make it sound like more people than there actually are,” Linda said with a laugh. “But yes, I’m looking forward to it too. We’ve got a lot of love to share.”

Linda bent to kiss Gabby’s cheek, but her daughter shyly said. “Mom, can I have a real kiss? It, um, helps me sleep better.”

“Well, I do want you to be well rested tonight, sweetheart,” Linda murmured. Dipping down, she pressed her mouth to Gabby’s, and they shared a kiss that quickly grew deep and passionate, their tongues engaged in a loving dance.

Finally, they gently parted. “I love you, Mom,” Gabby whispered. “You’re the best.”

“So are you, precious. Sweet dreams.” Linda switched off her daughter’s table lamp, then made a quiet exit, making her way to Kelly’s room.

When she glanced inside, Linda was surprised to find her older daughter already asleep, holding a book she’d marked a place in with her finger. Not wanting to disturb the dozing girl, she gently withdrew the book from Kelly’s grasp, placing it on her desk. Turning off the lamp, she blew Kelly a kiss, then tiptoed back into the hall, closing the door behind.

A few minutes later, Linda settled into her own bed. She smiled as she waited for sleep to come, reflecting on how her life had changed in such lovely ways.

***

Linda was the first one up the next morning. She enjoyed a peaceful cup of coffee while she pondered the upcoming events of the day.

Gabby was down a half hour later. She prepared herself a bowl of cereal with a sliced banana in it.

Linda studied her youngest daughter. The nine-year-old wore a large t-shirt that looked more like a dress on her. It was red and emblazoned with big white letters that read I’m a Chick Magnet. It was an old shirt of Walt’s, one Linda had bought for him as a gag. Somehow, Gabby made it look incredibly sexy, probably because she was completely naked underneath. Linda knew that because she and her little girl had shared a hot French kiss and a bit of playful groping before they sat down to eat.

Kelly was last to come down. On her way to the kitchen she was met by Gabby who gave her big sister a hug and, standing on tiptoe, a kiss on the lips. Stepping away, Gabby turned, lifted her shirt up and shook her bare bottom at Kelly.

Frowning, Kelly mumbled, “What are you doing? God, you’re acting weird.” She made her way into the kitchen while a giggling Gabby raced upstairs.

“Hi, beautiful,” Linda said.

“Hi, Mom,” Kelly replied, then plopped down in a chair.

“What would you like for breakfast?”

Kelly shrugged as Linda put a glass of juice in front of her. “Scrambled eggs, I guess. Maybe some toast.”

“Coming up,” Linda said, taking the carton of eggs from the refrigerator.

As she nudged a piece of butter into the skillet, Linda observed her oldest daughter. Huh… why’s she dressed like that? These days, Kelly’s usual morning attire was a t-shirt with panties, and she was nearly always barefoot. This morning, she was in pajamas and an old bathrobe with bunny slippers.

Glancing around the kitchen in bewilderment, Kelly spoke up. “Hey, Mom? Where’s Dad? He didn’t take Toby for his walk without me, did he?”

Whirling about, Linda dropped an egg on the floor. She stared at her daughter in utter disbelief. “What? What did you say?”

“Um… I asked if Dad took Toby for his walk without me,” Kelly repeated. “What’s wrong, Mom?”

A dumbfounded Linda quickly switched off the stove and went to Kelly, taking a seat next to her. She hesitated, then carefully said, “Sweetie, can you tell me what day this is?” It was a question the doctors had suggested Linda ask Kelly if she seemed disoriented.

Kelly sensed something was wrong. She heard birds chirping outside. Looking out the window, she saw the leaves, green and lush in the trees. There was a hum of insects in the air. It was sunny and bright outside, sure to be a hot day. The lawn was brown from too much sun and not enough water.

Okay, that was strange, but Kelly knew what day it was. She said, “It’s Wednesday, April fourth. I have a math test today, and–” Kelly broke off as she noticed the wall clock. “Omigosh, I’m late for school!”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Linda asked, taking Kelly’s hands in hers.

Kelly furrowed her brow, trying to think. “I…I got up for school, and it was dark, and – and it looked like it was about to rain?” She frantically looked round the kitchen again, her face growing pale as she searched her mind for a reason for it to be April but feel like the middle of summer.

Linda began to cry. Hugging Kelly close, she gasped, “Oh my God, you’re back, my little girl’s back.”

“What’s happening, Mom? Did I g-go somewhere?” Kelly stammered.

“Oh, my baby,” Linda sobbed as she held Kelly to her.

***

Jan had been first to arrive for the sex party, explaining, “I was too excited to wait at home,” but then she caught the look on Linda’s face. “What – what’s going on?”

After Linda related what had happened, Jan phoned Cheryl to fill her in. The three adults agreed that the sex party was off, but Linda didn’t want Gabby to know about her big sister’s recovery just yet.

When told there would be no family orgy that evening, Gabby was sorely disappointed, but Linda cheered her little girl up by suggesting she go across the way to play with Cheryl and her daughters. Still only wearing that extra-large t-shirt, Gabby put on sneakers, kissed her mother and her aunt, then hurried over to Cheryl’s place. Once inside, she stripped off the t-shirt and her Nikes and raced upstairs to the master bedroom. Cheryl, Ali and Pam were all waiting for her there, completely naked.

Meanwhile, Jan phoned Kelly’s doctor, who told them to bring the girl in right away. On the way there, Linda and Jan did their best to explain everything. It wasn’t easy; Kelly was devastated by the loss of her father and the family dog.

At the hospital, Kelly was given an MRI and other tests. The doctor’s finding was conclusive: Kelly was her old self again. She shook her head in utter incomprehension when they told her she’d been speaking Spanish, then shrugged at the revelation that she’d given up eating meat.

Kelly had no memory of anything that had occurred over the last few months. It was a total blank to her. She could recall coming down to breakfast on the day of the lightning strike, nothing after that.

***

It was difficult for Kelly to adjust to having her previous life back. Linda and Gabby had already been through the process of mourning Walt, but Kelly’s grieving for her father had just begun.

Losing her dog was also traumatic for the girl. It was downright heartbreaking to see Kelly look for Toby, then realize he was gone forever. Sometimes during meals, she would take a scrap of food from her plate, forgetting that Toby wasn’t there to take it. Linda offered to get a new dog from the Humane Society, but Kelly only said, “Not yet, Mom.”

Time passed. Kelly turned twelve, Gabby and her friend Pam were now ten, and Pam’s big sister Alicia was seventeen.

Alicia had grown into a real stunner. Gabby’s breasts were beginning to fill in, and Pam had developed enough for her to require a training bra.

Kelly was a little annoyed by how touchy-feely Gabby had become. She couldn’t remember her little sister behaving that way before. Another mystery was how her room had become so neat and clean, with books everywhere that she had no intention of reading, more than a few of them in Spanish. It didn’t feel like her room at all. Within a few days, though, it had reverted back to its former messy state.

It was hard for Gabby, too. The new version of Kelly had been so much fun, and now she was back to her old self. It’s not as if Kelly was unkind, but the super-close friendship they’d built over the previous months was gone, and Gabby had been demoted back down to the pesky little sister. It sucked big time, not getting to be lovers with Kelly anymore.

Gabby had been sworn to secrecy by her mother and Aunt Jan. There was to be no mention whatsoever of how Kelly had behaved during her amnesia, or the lesbian seductress she’d become.

They continued to have sex without Kelly, of course. Their lovemaking was too good to give up. Gabby could still fuck her mother and Aunt Jan, as well as Cheryl and her daughters. But now these activities were carried out in secret, concealed at all costs from Kelly. And though Gabby understood the necessity of such caution, she desperately missed making love with her big sister.

***

Kelly stood by the kitchen counter, an arm twined around her mother’s waist.

“Look how big you’re getting,” Linda said. “Almost as tall as me.”

“I guess,” Kelly replied.

“You used to be so excited about growing up. What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Kelly sighed. “I can’t understand it… being gone like that for so long. I didn’t know who I was at all, huh?”

“No,” Linda said. “You didn’t know who any of us were, you didn’t know anything about yourself or your past. But you did your best to adjust, and eventually you were one of the family again.”

“But I still wasn’t me.” Staring at her feet, Kelly mumbled, “Mom, I’m scared I’ll go away again. I don’t want to be someone else.”

Linda hugged Kelly tightly and said, “You don’t have to worry, sweetheart, it’s all over now. Your memory came back, just the way I hoped. Don’t even think about the last few months. You get to be your old self now.”

Returning her mother’s embrace, Kelly asked, “Was I awful? It must have been hard for you and Gabby.”

Linda smiled warmly at her daughter. “You weren’t awful, just different. We got used to it… but we’re much happier to have you back the way you were.”

“Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.” Kissing Linda’s cheek, she wandered off to her room.

But despite her mother’s reassurances, thoughts of those lost months continued to gnaw at Kelly. She couldn’t stop wondering what had happened during her absence, but try as she might, no memory of that time would come to her.

Then the dreams began. Dirty, twisted, perverted dreams that had Kelly waking up bathed in sweat, heart racing and, oddly enough, with her panties soaked. At first, she tried to ignore them, telling herself, It’s just a stupid dream. That isn’t my family, it isn’t ME. 

But they kept coming, getting weirder and weirder, with Kelly performing acts she didn’t think were even possible. Even worse, she was dreaming about doing these things with her own mother and sister!

Before long, Kelly’s dreams were beginning to affect her waking hours. The sight of Gabby in a t-shirt and  panties would have her recalling what she’d done to her little sister in the depths of slumber. A glimpse of Mom in her bra summoned up an uncomfortably precise image of Kelly taking that bra off, then burying her face in the warm softness of her mother’s – No, no, stop thinking like that!

Eventually, Kelly made an appointment with the school psychologist. She’d always been able to discuss anything and everything with Mom, but not this. Never this.

She’d think I was sick in the head. Huh, maybe I am.

***

Dr. Lora Bromley greeted Kelly, gesturing the girl toward a comfortable chair.

“I’m glad you wanted to see me, Kelly,” the woman began. “Please call me Lora, by the way. I know about the loss of your father, and your accident. And your amnesia. It must have been difficult. So… how are you holding up?”

“Okay, I guess.” Kelly felt oddly shy at the sight of the woman, who was in her early thirties and quite attractive. She waited for the therapist to ask another question, but Lora remained silent, wearing a neutral expression.

Oh, shit, she’s waiting for me to say something. Kelly struggled to collect her thoughts and voice them, finally managing to say, “Um, so I guess you must be wondering… if I’m doing okay, why am I here?”

“Could be any number of reasons,” Lora began. “Perhaps you really are okay, and just needed to say so out loud. Or maybe you need me to tell you that you aren’t okay. Or there’s something you need to talk about, and it’s easier to discuss with a stranger. Whatever the reason, I’m here to listen, so why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind.”

“It’s something I can’t understand, and it scares me.” Kelly paused, then charged ahead. “I… I have these dreams.”

“Nightmares?”

“Yes – well no, not nightmares. Oh, God… look, this is really embarrassing. I don’t think I can talk about this,” Kelly said as she rose from her chair.

“Now, Kelly,” Dr Bromley said, “I’ll have a big block of empty time on my hands if you leave now. If you’d rather talk about something besides your dreams, we can. I want you to know, though, that I’m a licensed therapist, and I’ve heard things you can’t imagine. Anything you tell me will always be just between us.”

Kelly slowly sat back down, staring at the floor. She finally looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m… I’m really messed up, Dr. Bromley,” she said in a whisper, “I have these… perverted dreams.”

“It’s Lora, remember,” the doctor replied. “Look, Kelly… There are those who think dreams reveal everything there is to know about a person. I’m not one of them. To me, dreams are… well, think about all the ideas, the information, the trivia, the flights of imagination, even the fantasies that occupy your mind. Gets pretty cluttered in there, wouldn’t you say?”

“I guess,” Kelly replied.

“Just so. I think dreams are the mind’s response to that clutter… taking that constant flow of data and making something out of it, even if the final result makes no sense. Most dreams don’t, after all.”

“My dreams make sense,” Kelly declared. “They’re just… perverted, like I said.”

Lora paused to mull on that, then continued. “You’ve been through a lot, Kelly. In your case, there may be extra things your mind is sorting through. Grief, perhaps, or your near-death experience, maybe just puberty approaching. Who knows? Perhaps your dreams are a clue to what you were doing during the time of your amnesia.”

That made Kelly shiver. “I… I didn’t even think of that.”

Lora reached out, patted the twelve-year-old’s hand. “Why don’t you tell me about these dreams, Kelly.” She sat back, waiting silently while Kelly gathered her courage.

Finally she began. “They’re about people I know,” she mumbled, then fell silent.

After a long pause, Lora asked, “Anyone in particular?”

Staring at the floor, hands pinned between her knees, Kelly said, “My family. My mom, my little sister and my aunt. And the family who lives behind us – a mother and her two daughters.”

“What happens in these dreams?”

“We… we d-do sex stuff,” Kelly stammered, “We don’t have any clothes on, and we start kissing, and – and touching each other… then all kinds of weird things happen, like we rub our bodies t-together, and put our fingers inside, um… you know. And it gets even dirtier than that!”

“Go on, Kelly,” Lora murmured in a soothing voice. “Tell me all of it. Remember, I’m here to help.”

“We put our mouths on each other’s… private places!” Kelly blurted. “I lick my little sister’s t-trickle, and she does that to me.” She was trembling, forcing the words to come. “Last night, I dreamed Mom licked my… my b-bottom hole!”  With that, she burst into tears.

Lora held out a box of tissues, and Kelly gratefully seized one, using it to blow her nose.

Looking up at the doctor with pleading eyes. “I told you I’m weird. I’m dreaming of l-lesbian sex with my own family… with other girls and women, too. And… and little girls! Then I wake up with my panties soaking wet. What’s wrong with me?”

“What do you think is wrong?” Lora asked, “So far, I only see a sweet girl who has dreams she doesn’t like. For all you’ve been through, you seem to be coping fairly well.”

Kelly sighed heavily. At last she said, “There’s more. These dreams… they don’t bother me as much as they used to.”

“Hmm. Can you explain that?”

“I’m… I’m starting to think more about, um… well, how beautiful my mom is. I was wondering what it would be like to, um, kiss her. Tongues and everything.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I’ve never even kissed a boy like that! Then there’s my sister. She’s always going around the house in just panties. I keep thinking about how cute she is! And there’s my Aunt Jan. She’s a lesbian. The other night, I, um, got to wondering what it would be like if she… if she touched me. And if she wanted to do more than just touch, would I let her?” She pressed both hands to her face. “I can’t make these thoughts go away, Lora!”

“So you don’t want to have sex with the women in your family,” Lora said, “but you keep thinking about doing just that. And those thoughts are beginning to seem more… inviting, is that it? Like you might actually be open to the idea of exploring incest?”

“Yeah. And I don’t want to feel like that, y’know?”

Lora slowly nodded. “Tell me, Kelly… have you ever fooled around with another girl?”

“No… no, I haven’t. Do you think I should?”

“That’s not for me to say,” Lora replied. “Would you be open to having a lesbian experience?”

Kelly sat quietly for a moment, then answered, “Yeah, I think so. I mean, I’m not interested in boys. And I always think about girls when I um, touch down there.”

“Masturbate, Kelly. It’s okay to use that word when we’re talking. You can say, ‘fuck’, or ‘cunt’, or anything at all. I want you to feel completely free when you’re here. Your secrets are safe with me.” She hesitated, then said, “In fact… I’m going to tell you one of my secrets, Kelly. Something about me that very few people know. I trust you not to share this with anyone.”

“I… I promise, Lora. Cross my heart.”

“Good.” Sitting back in her chair, the doctor murmured, “First, I need you to know that I’m a lesbian.”

“You are?” Kelly gasped, taken aback. “Oh, wow… Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I won’t tell anyone.”

Lora laughed. “Oh, that’s not my secret, Kelly. I’m pretty open about loving women. And don’t worry, you weren’t rude at all. What I wanted to tell you is… I’ve had sex with my sister. Many times.”

Kelly could only stare, her mouth slack. “You – really? Your sister?”

“It’s true. She was my first lover. I didn’t even know I liked girls, not until then.”

“Um, how old were you when it… when it happened?”

“Our first time? Let’s just say that I was still a girl and leave it at that. I’ve told you my big secret, Kelly… but if you don’t mind, I’d prefer to keep the specific details private.”

“Oh, sure, sure. I understand,” Kelly quickly replied. “So are you saying I should… d-do stuff with my sister?” By then, she was quite jittery, moving restlessly in her seat.

“Not at all. But I’m not telling you not to, either. My intention was to let you know that incest isn’t always a terrible thing, no matter what society tells you. Do you think your sister might want to have sex with you?”

Kelly pondered that for a moment. “I don’t know… maybe? Since I came back, Gabby seems to, uh, touch me a lot. And she wants to hang out all the time. More than she used to, anyhow.  I don’t know why.”

“Interesting,” Lora said, absently stroking her chin. “Do you think it’s possible that during your lost time, you and Gabby were especially close?”

“I’m not sure–” Kelly froze, her mouth still open. Taking a long, deep breath, she stared into the therapist’s calm eyes, quietly asking, “How close do you mean?”

Her gaze unwavering, Lora answered, “Closer than most sisters ever get.”

The words seemed to explode in Kelly’s head. No. No. That’s not true. It can’t be.

Somehow she found herself standing, blindly snatching up her backpack “Um, I’ve got to go I’m gonna be late to class, thanks for seeing me,” she babbled, every fiber of her being laser-focused on getting to the door and out of this office.

“I’m here anytime you need to talk,” Lora said. “Leaving now won’t help you deal with your problems.”

Maybe not, but staying isn’t gonna help either, Kelly told herself, stumbling into the hallway.

***

That night, after a dinner she only picked at, Kelly sat on the couch, lost in her thoughts while her mom and Gabby watched TV.

Dreams are just dreams. Just because I dream about having sex with my family doesn’t mean I want to do those things… and it especially doesn’t mean it happened for real.  It’s okay to masturbate. Whatever I think about while I masturbate, it’s okay. Even if it’s about Mom, or Gabby, or Aunt Jan.

Dr Bromley told me to masturbate, that maybe it would stop my dreams. What if they’re not dreams, though? Oh, God, I don’t know what to do.

Kelly gave a loud sigh. Linda glanced over at her daughter, asking, “Everything all right?”

I wonder if I should talk to Mom about this? Kelly asked herself. She glanced over at Gabby, who was stretched out on the floor in her usual nightwear, a pair of panties and a t-shirt so worn and faded that it was practically transparent. Kelly felt a now familiar warmth between her legs at the sight of her little sister’s pert bottom.

Tell Mom about these feelings? No way. I can’t talk about this, especially with Gabby here.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Mom. Think I’ll go to bed. G’night.” She trudged up the stairs.

Gabby came a little while later to peek in on her big sister. Kelly was lying on her tummy, reading a book. She wore a nightshirt with rounded cuts on either side that showed her bare thighs.

Kelly glanced up to see her younger sibling at the door. “Hey, Gabs,” she murmured.

Padding over to her sister, Gabby bent to kiss the back of Kelly’s head, then said, “Night, Kelly.”

“Night,” Kelly absently replied, caught up in her reading.

Just before turning to leave, Gabby quickly raised Kelly’s nightshirt to expose her sister’s panty-clad bottom. “Gotcha!” she cried.

“Hey!” Kelly yelled, pulling her shirt back down, “Get out of here, you brat!” But a laughing Gabby had already beat her hasty retreat.

Kelly frowned. How come she keeps doing stuff like that? It’s like she’s flirting with me! But that had her thoughts straying into very uncomfortable territory… so with a sigh, she returned to her book.

Linda came in to check on Kelly a little later. “Time to turn out the light and go to sleep, sweetheart. You can finish that tomorrow.” She took Kelly’s book, set it on the side table. Switching off the bedside lamp, Linda tucked her daughter in with a kiss on the cheek. “Night-night,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Mom,” Kelly mumbled, settling down for the evening.

After Linda left, Kelly lay awake for a few minutes longer, thinking. Wonder why Mom spends so much time tucking Gabby in these days? Sometimes she was only in there for a couple of minutes. Other times, like this night, she’d be with Gabby for at least half an hour. Maybe she’s reading her stories. The walls were too thick for her to make out any particular sounds, though sometimes she could hear murmuring. Kelly had no idea what was going on, and for some reason, couldn’t bring herself to ask about it.

Finally, Kelly did fall asleep… She dozed soundly until she abruptly awakened in the morning, flushed and gasping in the aftermath of yet another twisted lesbian dream.

***

One afternoon while Mom was out, Kelly passed by Gabby’s bedroom and halted in mid-step, realizing that her sister was crying.

Knocking softly, Kelly called out, “Gabby? Are you okay?”

“I – I’m okay,” Gabby answered after a moment.

“Can I come in?”

“If you want to,” was Gabby’s answer.

Carefully entering the room, Kelly sat on the bed next to her sniffling little sister and put a comforting arm around her waist. “What’s wrong sis?”

“N-nothing,” Gabby said, pausing to blow her nose with the tissue Kelly handed her, then toss it in the wastebasket. She gave her big sister a shaky smile. “I was, um, thinking about this sad movie I saw a few days ago. Honest, Kel, I’m fine.”

Kelly suspected there was more to her sister’s sorrow than Gabby was telling, but decided not to push the matter. On the other hand, there was an important question she’d been wanting to ask. “Gabby, you know I can’t remember anything from those months when I wasn’t me… but, well… I hope I never did anything to make you unhappy. I didn’t, did I?”

Taking Kelly in her arms, Gabby hugged her big sister, resting her chin on the older girl’s shoulder. “Gosh, no. You were real nice to me. We had some awesome times with each other. In some ways, it was like you were closer to my age, so we could hang out more, do stuff together…” Gabby trailed off.

“Well, maybe we could do some of those things now. I’d like us to be closer, the way we were then.” She took her little sister’s hand. “How did we have fun?”

Gabby looked uneasy. “I’m not s’posed to tell you anything about that time, Kel. I promised Mom and Aunt Jan. They say you shouldn’t be thinking about it.”

“Well, could you at least tell me what it was we did that made you happy? I mean, was it a game we played? Is it something I’m still able to do? Or is it like when I spoke Spanish, and now I don’t remember how?”

Gabby stroked her chin as she thought about it. Finally she answered, “I guess it’s something you could still do, but I’m still not s’posed to say what.” She sighed. “I sure miss us doing it, though. Heck, you prob’ly wouldn’t want to anymore.”

Gazing deep into her little sister’s eyes, Kelly said, “Please tell me, Gabby. I want to have that closeness with you again. Y’know, I don’t say it nearly enough, but you’re the best sister in the whole world, and I love you to bits. If what we did together made you that happy, I bet I’d want to do it again.”

Gabby’s eyes were shining. “Aw, Kel… I love you, too.”

“So… will you tell me?”

The ten-year old slowly nodded. “I guess… But you hafta pinky swear not to tell Mom or Aunt Jan. Okay?”

“Okay.” The two girls hooked pinkies, then Gabby began.

“It kinda started after we brought you home from the hospital, when you started leaving the door open when you were getting dressed, or taking a shower. You sure never did anything like that before!

“Then one day, you asked if I wanted you to show me how to kiss. Really kiss. So we did, and it was awesome!” Gabby was warming to her story. “And, and later that night, we got to kiss some more, only this time, you wanted us both to do it bare naked!”

Kelly’s head swam as she listened to her little sister’s tale of lesbian seduction. Was it really possible that those freaky dreams of hers really were true? She continued to listen, trying as best she could to conceal the storm of emotions racing through her – shock, concern, astonishment, embarrassment… and sure, even a measure of arousal.

Gabby’s confidence grew as her account grew steadily wilder. Soon she was describing how Kelly licked her pussy for the first time. Then she got into how Kelly encouraged her to explore lesbian sex with her best friend Pam… then Kelly herself joined in to lick both girls to orgasm.

The story continued, with others gradually joining in the lesbian festivities. Their Aunt Jan. Pam’s older sister Ali, then her mother Cheryl. Kelly’s head spun as she heard about her little sister’s night of lovemaking with Cheryl and both her girls, when Gabby had watched Cheryl go down on each of her daughters in turn.

And finally, there was Linda. Their mother.

Gabby was beaming, hugging herself as she described it. “We were snuggling in her bed… and all of a sudden, Mom asked if I wanted her to make me come!” She giggled. “Like there’s any way I’d say no to that! So I said sure, and she touched my pussy until I had an orgasm! It was awesome. We kissed with our tongues, too!

“Then the next night, you got to make love with her. When I came home, you and Mom were still in bed naked. You got up and took my clothes off, then all three of us did it!”

It was even crazier than Kelly had expected. I wasn’t just having dreams – I was remembering things that really happened! Not only was I having sex with little girls, our next door neighbors and my own mother and sister… I was the one who started it all in the first place! Would ANY of this have happened without me!?

“So what happened then?” she managed to ask.

Gabby sighed. “Well, we were gonna do it together at this big sex party, all seven of us… but that was the day you woke up from your amnesia, so Mom had to cancel. Now we meet on the last Saturday of every month to fuck, but it’s not the same without you there. We miss making love with you, Kel. ‘Specially me.”

“Oh, Gabby,” Kelly mumbled, suddenly feeling a twinge of melancholy. “Guess I really was a lot more fun before I came back, huh?”

The ten-year-old shook her head. “Don’t think that, Kel. Even if we never get to have sex again, I’d still rather have the real you here. You’re my awesome big sister, and it’s how you oughta be.” Grinning shyly, she added, “It’s just that, um, I can’t stop wishing that the real you might also want to, y’know… do things with me. You know… make love.”

Kelly was tingling all over, her pulse racing as she imagined what it would be like to lie naked with Gabby, sharing caresses, the two of them kissing over and over again – but the idea frightened her, too.

“So what d’ya think, Kel?” Gabby asked. The ten-year-old’s cheeks were flushed pink.

Kelly’s mind was in turmoil. I’m pretty sure I like girls a lot more than boys… but can I really mess around with my little sister? And Aunt Jan? Mom, even? I don’t know, I don’t know! 

Maybe I could try it once with Gabby. Or should I do it with some other girl first, just to make sure I’m really gay? Someone a few years older than my sister. But I love Gabby… and I trust her. That counts for a lot.

Ugh! I can’t decide what to do!

Kelly was silent for so long that Gabby finally spoke up. “I guess maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell you all this stuff. You prob’ly think it’s totally perverted, huh?”

Gabby’s expression was so sorrowful that Kelly hastened to comfort the girl. “Um, no, it’s okay, Gabs… I just need time to think. You gotta admit, that’s a lot for me to deal with. I’m not saying yes just yet. But I’m not saying no, either. Fair enough?”

Her little sister was beaming again. “It’s okay, Kel… I mean, you gave me time to think about it, too. If you ever, ever wanna try anything, just say the word.”

“I will, sis. I promise.” She gave Gabby a quick kiss on the cheek, then made a quiet exit.

The discussion ended there, but not Kelly’s thoughts about it. That night, she masturbated while picturing her little sister naked.

***

It was a cold but sunny early Saturday afternoon.  Kelly gazed out the kitchen window at Gabby and Pam, who were throwing snowballs at the snowman they’d made, and occasionally at each other. Mom had gone out to run errands an hour earlier.

Kelly opened the back door, the cold air making her nipples stiffen under her sweater, and called out,  “I made hot chocolate. You want some?” Both girls, flushed and giggling, came trudging through the snow and into the mudroom. “Get those wet things off before you come inside,” Kelly told them.

Pam and Gabby quickly doffed their snow-dusted coats, followed by their wet hats, boots, mittens and finally blue jeans. As Kelly poured the steaming cocoa into mugs, the girls stomped into the kitchen. Both girls wore heavy socks, sweaters, and long underwear. Their cheeks were rosy, and they smelled like fresh air.

Kelly added a dollop of whipped cream on top of everyone’s hot chocolate, playfully squirted some into Gabby’s mouth, then added a bit on her nose. Pam laughed at the sight.

The three of them sat at the kitchen table to drink their cocoa, Kelly half-listening as the younger girls chatted about their snowball fight.

As Kelly took the empty mugs to the sink she heard Pam softly say, “Bet I hit you in the butt a million times.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe you should kiss it better for me a million times,” Gabby fired back.

Looking back over her shoulder, Kelly was just in time to see Pam murmur, “Oh, I totally will.”

The girls slowly rose from their seats at the table, sharing wicked grins. Turning to her big sister, Gabby said, “Me and Pam are gonna go play in my room. See ya later!” They bolted from the room and thundered up the stairs, laughing at some private joke and smiling mischievously.

Kelly washed the dishes, a low, steady throb pulsing beneath her belly as she wondered what Pam and Gabby were doing right then. Did they undress each other? Were they wearing anything beneath those sweaters? In her mind’s eye, she saw Gabby tugging her friend’s top up and off, baring her boyish chest, then leaning in to lick a tiny nipple.

Lewd images of little-girl lesbians assailed Kelly as she stood motionless at the sink, a soapy sponge in her hand. Do I want to have sex with girls? Maybe… I’m still not completely sure. One thing for sure, though – I want to know more about what lesbians do together. 

Slowly mounting the stairs, Kelly wandered down the hallway to pause outside her sister’s door. She heard giggles, then silence, then a long, drawn-out sigh that trailed off into a moan.

Kelly gently knocked. The room immediately went quiet, then Gabby loudly called, “Yeah?”

“Um, could I come in?” Kelly answered.

“Sure!” was Gabby’s reply, so Kelly entered, closing the door behind.

The girls were partially undressed. Pam was in panties and a training bra, and Gabby was only in panties. The rest of their clothing was scattered around the room.

Kelly felt a twinge of panic. “Um, I didn’t really want anything special, I was j-just saying hi,” she blurted, reaching for the doorknob before making her escape.

Gabby stopped her. “Wait! You don’t need to go, Kel. I mean, we’re all girls, right?”

Pam added, “Um, yeah. We were wrestling and got warm, so we took some of our stuff off.”

Kelly’s face felt hot at the sight of the half-naked youngsters, and that familiar warmth was making itself felt between her legs. They’re little girls, she reminded herself. One of them is your sister. You shouldn’t be looking at them this way.

Pam and Gabby glanced at each other briefly, then Gabby took a few steps toward her big sister. “We aren’t really wrestling, y’know. We’re making out. Wanna watch?”

“Gabby!” Pam gasped in a sudden panic. “You didn’t tell her anything, right?”

“It’s okay, Pam,” Kelly said before Gabby could form a reply. “I kinda made her tell me. It’s okay, though – I promised her I’d keep it secret.” Seating herself in the desk chair, she said, “I’ll leave if you want, but I’d love it if you let me watch. I won’t tell anyone… you won’t even know I’m here.”

Pam studied the older girl for a moment, then she smiled, drifting to Gabby’s side.

I’m not doing anything with them, Kelly told herself. Just watching, that’s all. Nothing wrong with that.

The girls kissed, their mouths lightly brushing together. Gabby teased Pam’s lips with the tip of her tongue, and suddenly they were both caught up in a passionate embrace, kissing like lovers.

Kelly watched the ten-year-olds make out, her heart hammering so intensely that it seemed to echo in the cozy bedroom. Breaking apart, they removed the last of their underthings, baring their smooth slits, then Pam padded over to the bed, stretching out with a happy sigh.

Kelly bit her lower lip at the sight of Pam’s vagina when the child parted her thighs. My gosh, she’s so pretty! She didn’t get to look for long, because Gabby got on top of her friend… and that gave Kelly a spectacular view of her sister’s holes. She was trembling inside, her panties already soaked.

I didn’t know it would be this hot, this sexy. Oh, God, they’re beautiful together. She was absently stroking her belly, her thighs. What would they do if I undressed and got on the bed with them?

The little girls continued to make love, Pam clutching Gabby’s bottom tightly as their bodies ground together. They were swapping deep, juicy kisses, humming with pleasure all the while.

Hearing a tiny gasp, the girls looked up, grinning with delight at what they saw. Kelly had undone her jeans and was masturbating, a hand shoved into her panties.

Gabby and Pam watched for a moment, shared a brief whispered conversation, then the girls quickly arranged themselves lengthwise at the foot of the bed, giving Kelly a full-on view of what they were about to do. Straddling Pam’s face, Gabby lowered her cunt to the ten-year-old’s already open mouth, then bent to bury her face between Pam’s spread thighs.

Kelly watched in a trance, teasing her clitoris as the younger girls kissed, licked and sucked each other’s juicy pussies. The liquid sounds of oral sex filled the air with lustful music, spurring her excitement even further.

Then she saw Pam place the tip of her index finger against the pucker of Gabby’s anus, rubbing it for a moment, then she slid the whole of that finger into her friend’s rectum with a single smooth stroke. Gabby cried out, the sound muffled by Pam’s sex, and a violent shudder convulsed her frame.

That was enough to drive Kelly to orgasm, her breath hissing through clenched teeth as sweet, sharp jolts of ecstasy hit her, one after another. She rode it out to a blinding finish, finally slumping down in the chair exhausted.

But Gabby and Pam were still caught up in their oral duet, and the sight was enough to get Kelly’s arousal simmering all over again. Once again, she began to masturbate, and soon managed to bring herself to a second climax as Pam and Gabby exploded in a shared orgasm.

The two youngsters lay together for a while, catching their breath. Finally, Gabby slowly rolled off Pam, then crawled into her friend’s arms.

Kelly watched the kiss, feeling uneasy. Did I really come that close to having sex with little girls? Including my own sister? That’s messed up. Getting to her feet, she quietly exited the room.

Pam raised her head when the door clicked shut. “What…? Where’d Kelly go? How come she didn’t stick around?”

“I don’t know,” sighed Gabby, still hugging her friend. “I was hopin’ she’d take her clothes off and play with us. Guess she’s still got some stuff to work out.”

***

That evening Kelly sat alone in the living room, thinking. Gabby’s sleeping over at Pam’s. Mom said she’s out with friends. But I wonder. It’s the last Saturday of the month… Gabby told me that’s when our families get together. Everyone but me over at Cheryl’s place, naked and doing lesbian sex.

Was my sister telling the truth? It’s hard to believe, but it kinda makes sense, too.

I really shouldn’t go over there to spy. Not unless I want to join in. And I don’t… right? So why do I need to know if it’s really happening? Why do I want to see it for myself? That throbbing sensation was pulsing between her legs again.

Fired with a sudden sense of resolve, Kelly got to her feet. She fetched her winter coat and boots from the closet, then headed out the back door into the icy evening. Her footsteps crunched through the frozen snowpack, and because it had drifted so high against the back fence, she vaulted over with next to no effort.

Looking into Cheryl’s driveway, Kelly wasn’t especially surprised to see her mom’s car parked there, but her eyes widened when she spied Aunt Jan’s sedan. Creeping to the back door, she found it locked, and the lights were turned off downstairs.

The key was under the doormat, just like it always was. Kelly unlocked the door, then put it back before slipping inside. She paused to take off her boots, then began to make her way through the house. It seemed almost empty, but then Kelly heard voices, laughter and moans coming from upstairs.

Kelly crept up the stairs in silence. Light fell upon the carpet in the dim hallway, coming from Ali’s bedroom. Getting down on hands and knees, she inched her way to the open door. Kelly felt much too warm in her winter coat, yet she was shivering.

She peeked through the half open door, then her mouth dropped open, a frantic poundpoundpound thumping in the preteen’s chest as she stared into the bedroom, both hands clamped over her mouth.

Kelly watched the goings-on for a couple of minutes, then hurriedly retraced her steps, hastening down the stairs and to the back door, where she squirmed into her boots and fled Cheryl’s house, racing back home as if a pack of wild dogs was pursuing her.

Upon entering, she struggled out of her boots and coat, abandoning them on the living room floor before racing up to her bedroom.

Not bothering to switch on the light, Kelly yanked her pants and panties down, then began to masturbate. She was slick and hot between her legs, and her cold fingers warmed quickly as she rolled onto her belly and worked her cunt with both hands, thinking of what she’d just seen.

Everyone was naked except Pam, who only wore a cute pair of pink socks. Alicia was on her back, with Gabby perched on her face. Kelly could actually see the teen’s tongue trailing through her little sister’s cleft. Ali’s thighs were wide apart, and Cheryl was on all fours between them, working two fingers in and out of her oldest daughter. Aunt Jan was kneeling behind Cheryl, licking her anus and fingering her clit. To the side, Kelly’s mother Linda was nestling little Pam in her arms while fondling her slit, the two of them sharing deep, hungry kisses.

As Kelly fingered herself, everything she’d seen, heard and smelled from that crowded bedroom came together to overwhelm her. She came moments later, a climax of such intensity that she nearly blacked out.

She lay for a longtime afterward thinking about things as she caught her breath and her senses slowly returned. Strange; she wasn’t nearly as disturbed as she’d expected to be. Stripping out of the rest of her clothes, she crawled beneath the blankets and fell into a deep sleep.

***

“Done!” Gabby cried triumphantly, slamming her math book closed. “I’m goin’ upstairs now. Later!” She stuffed the book, papers, calculator and pencils in her bag, then pushed the chair away from the dining table.

“Hey, do you have to go right now?” Kelly asked, thinking yet again about how cute and cuddly her little sister was.

“Yep!” Gabby’s reply with a smile as she headed toward the stairs, doing a frisky little dance on the way.

Laughing, Kelly grabbed the ten-year-old’s arm. “Hold on, hold on. Give me a hug!”

Gabby briefly hugged her sister, but Kelly held on, not wanting to let the little girl go. With a shrug, Gabby relaxed into Kelly’s embrace, where they remained for a long time.

Kelly finally spoke. “Um, Gabby? Did you really mean what you said?”

Gabby broke away, studying her big sister. “Wait… what did I say?”

Struggling with a sudden attack of shyness, Kelly said, “When we were talking about sex the other day – y’know, all the wild stuff I did with you guys when I had amnesia? You said if I ever wanted to try doing those things again, you’d do them with me. Did you mean that?”

Now Gabby was in no rush at all to leave. She’d been anxious to get upstairs and masturbate. Mom had privately told her she could, after she finished her homework. But this would be way better!

“Yeah, Kel,” Gabby said with a huge grin. “I totally meant it. What would you like to do?”

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like I remember anything.”

“Let’s go to my room. We could hug and kiss… and anything you want, really. How’s that?” Taking Kelly’s hand, Gabby led her big sister up the stairs.

“Actually, I’d like to, um, try all of it,” Kelly said as they entered Gabby’s bedroom. She was blushing, but her voice was steady. “I… I want us to have sex, just like you and Pam did the other day. Is that okay?”

“You’re kidding, right? Of course it’s okay, dummy!” Gabby was practically bouncing up and down in her excitement. “Oh, wow… I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks!”

“You’ll be patent with me?”

Gabby nodded vigorously. “Sure! I’ll show you everything.” She patted the bed. “Okay, lay down. It’ll be easier that way, ‘cause you’re taller.”

Kelly kicked off her sneakers and Gabby her slippers, then they stretched out side by side. Kelly was on her back, and Gabby was propped up on an elbow, smiling at her big sister.

“Um, that was really cool, seeing you and Pam naked and making love. Thanks for letting me watch,” Kelly said, too nervous to look anywhere but at the ceiling. She wanted this, but a hint of fear lingered.

“We liked having you watch… and seeing you play with yourself was cool, too. I only wish you’d been naked, like us.”

“Why?”

“Cause I think you’re soooo hot, that’s why. And I haven’t seen you naked in ages.”

Kelly turned to her little sister. “Kiss me, please?”

Gabby leaned in close to lightly touch her lips to Kelly’s, kissing her once, twice, three times. She allowed the third one to linger, their mouths brushing together.

Her heart pounding, Kelly twined both arms around Gabby, drawing the girl close as their kiss deepened. She’d never been kissed this way before, and it was so, so amazing!

Then Gabby’s tongue emerged, tracing a line of fire along Kelly’s lower lip. The effect was immediate, overwhelming the teen with a jolt of helpless desire. Bringing her own tongue into play, she met and matched her little sister’s passion.

Rolling Kelly onto her back, Gabby climbed on top, sliding between her big sister’s legs. Their kisses were heated and hungry, their bodies moving together in an erratic rhythm. Kelly moaned into her little sister’s mouth as Gabby ground a thigh against her vulva.

But she didn’t want to come just yet, and Gabby’s thrusts were driving Kelly ever closer to the cliff’s edge. So she pushed back against her sister, panting, “Um, g-give me a second, okay?”

Somewhat out of breath herself, Gabby nodded. “Yeah, let’s… let’s cool our jets for a bit.”

They lay loosely entwined for a moment, then Gabby sat up. Carefully straddling her big sister’s lap, she gave Kelly a bad-girl grin, “Wanna see me naked?”

“Yeah, sure!” Kelly replied, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks.

Reaching down for the hem of her t-shirt, Gabby stripped it off with a single tug and tossed it aside, which left the ten-year-old bare from the waist up.

“Wow, you have such pretty nipples,” Kelly murmured. “They look just like candy. Would you let me lick them?”

“You better lick ‘em!” Gabby retorted. “I’ll be mad if you don’t. You gotta wait, though… I still have too many clothes on!” Falling back onto the bed with a bounce, the little girl wriggled out of her shorts, taking the panties along with them.

Kelly watched, a deep throb pulsing beneath her belly at the sight of her sister’s childish body.  And once Gabby was completely nude, she got back on top of Kelly and gave her another deep, hungry kiss.

Breaking away, Gabby gazed into Kelly’s eyes, their noses almost touching, “Are you gonna get naked now? I mean, you don’t have to, I wouldn’t be mad… but I’d sure love to see you with all your clothes off. It’s been, like, forever!”

“Like this?” cooed Kelly, slowly unfastening a button.

“Here… let me do it!” Gabby demanded, and began yanking at Kelly’s clothes as if she intended to rip them off, making them both laugh. They came together in a brief but lust-filled kiss, then Gabby began to undress her big sister. Soon Kelly was nude, and the girls embraced.

“I love you, Gabby,” Kelly whispered, cupping the ten-year-old’s bare bottom.

Gabby’s eyes were misty, as if she was about to cry. “I… I love you too,” she said. “I’ve missed this so much, Kel. I mean, it’s been great, doing sexy stuff with Pam and Cheryl, Aunt Jan, Mom… but I’d rather be with you than anyone else.” She paused, nibbling her lip, then said, “Kelly? Do – do you think maybe we could be special girlfriends?”

“Girlfriends?” Kelly asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Gabby replied with a quick nod. “I mean, I love you ‘cos you’re my sister… but I kinda think I’m in love with you, too. Is it messed up for me to feel like that?”

“No… no, it isn’t,” said Kelly, gazing into her little sister’s eyes. She’s so beautiful… so adorable. How could I ever have thought of her as just a pesky kid?

“Gabby,” she began, “I don’t know much about this kind of love… but yeah, I think I could be in love with you. I know that you’re a heck of a lot more to me than just a sister. And if you really want us to be special girlfriends, I’d totally be down with that.”

Soon as the words had left Kelly’s lips, Gabby threw both arms around her big sister’s neck, whispering, “Thank you, Kel… thank you, thank you! I’m gonna be the best girlfriend ever, you’ll see!”

Kelly had to laugh at the ten-year-old’s enthusiasm. “Hey, you’re already pretty great, kiddo.”

“Kiss me,” Gabby murmured, closing her eyes.

They made out for a long while, with Kelly exploring the many ways two girls can kiss. Gabby seemed to know them all, too. It’s so weird, Kelly told herself. I’ve probably had every kind of lesbian sex there is, but this is still my first time.

Gabby interrupted this train of thought by abruptly breaking away. “If we’re really girlfriends,” she declared, “then we need to fuck. You wanted to do everything, right?”

Nervously moistening her lips, Kelly slowly nodded. “Yes. Let’s… let’s do this.”

“Y’know,” Gabby said, narrowing her eyes. “There’s one big difference between you and the other Kelly. You never say swear words.”

Kelly felt herself blush. “Well… you didn’t used to, either.”

“Yeah, but now I’m a little sexpot. That’s what Mom calls me sometimes, ‘specially while I’m eating her pussy.” Lightly kissing her sister’s ear, she whispered, “Tell me to fuck you, Kel. Say you want me to lick your cunt.”

By then, Kelly was trembling inside, aching for release. “I do, Gabby, I do! I… I want you to f-fuck me, and lick my cunt. I’ll lick yours, too.” She paused to steal a brief but extremely heated kiss. “Oh, God, you make me so fucking hot, Gabs. Ever since I saw you with Pam I wanted to do this, fuck my little sister. And now it’s about to happen.”

“Good,” Gabby replied. “‘Cause I can’t wait any more!” Scooting down between her big sister’s thighs, she applied her tongue to Kelly’s cleft, taking several long licks. Then she looked up. “Oh, wow, Kel – you’re starting to get hair down here! It’s really light, but… there it is!”

“Th-there it is, yeah,” Kelly gasped. “Don’t stop, sis. That felt amazing.”

Winking at her sister, Gabby got back to work. She tongue-fucked Kelly for a little while, then licked the opening up and down, finally moving in on the older girl’s inflamed clitoris.

“Oh, yes,” Kelly moaned, clutching at the sheets as if for dear life. “Oh, my God, Gabby… so good. It’s so fucking good.” She could have basked in this delicious feeling forever. Instead, Kelly only managed to last for all of two minutes before coming all over her sister’s face, mostly in Gabby’s mouth.

Rolling onto her back, Gabby licked her lips, purring contentedly as she savored the sharp, tangy taste of Kelly’s cream. “I forgot how yummy you are,” she said.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing Kelly saw was her little sister’s bare slit. It was close enough to reach out and touch, so she did exactly that.

“Mmmmm, nice,” Gabby sighed. “You can do that all night long, if you want.”

Kelly was mesmerized by it. Stroking the soft pink crease, she coated the tips of her fingers with the little girl’s essence. She studied it, sniffed it, then tasted it.

“What’cha think?” asked Gabby.

Kelly smiled. “I think I want more.”

Gently rolling Gabby onto her back, Kelly stretched out between the ten-year-old’s legs and placed a few feather-light kisses on her sister’s privates. Her cunt, she thought, correcting herself. That’s what I should be calling it.

Parting her lips, Kelly began to lick her sister.

A few minutes later, Gabby whimpered as she came. It was the first of four orgasms she would enjoy that evening.

***

After that night, Kelly enjoyed sex play with her little sister every chance she got. Gabby was usually the one to start it, but sometimes Kelly would shyly make the first move. Soon, Gabby suggested they invite Pam to join in, and Kelly eagerly agreed. One afternoon while their mother was shopping, Pam came over to join the sisters for a threesome.

It was an amazing experience. It thrilled Kelly to know that both these younger girls wanted sex with her, especially at the same time. She felt more confident as a lover, and soon found herself thinking about joining the big sex party, the one where her family and Cheryl’s got together on the last Saturday of the month for an evening of lovemaking.

One afternoon, Kelly was nestling with Gabby in her bed, both of them naked and relaxed after a vigorous workout. Turning to her sister, she asked, “Do you think Mom wants to have sex with me again?”

“What, are you kidding?” an incredulous Gabby replied. “Of course she does, dummy! So does Aunt Jan, and – well, Cheryl and Ali, too. Every time we have our Saturday party, we always talk about how much we miss having you there.”

“Do you think I should come to one?”

Gabby pursed her lips. “Well, I do kinda like having you mostly all to myself… but yeah, you need to be a part of things again. Long as you and I still get to be special girlfriends. I don’t ever wanna give that up!”

“Fair enough,” Kelly said, giggling “Maybe I should just… show up at the next party!”

“Hmm… are you ready, d’you think?”

Kelly mulled that over. “For all of us doing it together? Um, I’m not sure. Maybe… not just yet?”

“Know what you oughta do? Make love with Mom first, then do the party.”

“I think I would like to – to be with her,” Kelly admitted, blushing slightly.

“Cool!” Gabby exclaimed. “Want me to, y’know, talk to her about it?”

“No… thanks anyway, sis. I need to do this myself.”

“Don’t worry, Kel. If you ask Mom to fuck, there’s no way she’ll be saying no.” She nuzzled her sister’s neck. “Mmmm… all this sexy talk has me fired up. Wanna fool around some more?”

Kelly grinned. “If you ask me to fuck, there’s no way I’ll be saying no.” She rolled onto her back, taking Gabby with her. The sisters met in a passionate kiss.

***

The following day, intending to make herself scarce, Gabby made plans to spend the afternoon with Pam. So she was out of the house when Kelly approached her mother.

Linda was in her bedroom, seated at the computer, She was barefoot, wearing gray sweatpants and a t-shirt without a bra.  Pausing just inside the door, Kelly watched her for a moment.

“What’s up, hon?” murmured Linda.

Her heart racing, Kelly spoke, “Mom, why don’t you love me the same way you love Gabby?”

Linda froze, immediately knowing what Kelly meant. Turning around in her chair, she met her daughter’s bashful gaze. “Do you really want that?”

Kelly slowly nodded. “I do, Mom. More than anything.”

Rising from her chair, Linda stood before her daughter. She studied the girl’s face, her pulse accelerating as she recognized Kelly’s shy desire. Reaching down, she grasped the hem of her t-shirt, then tugged it up and off.

Kelly stared at her mother, feeling excited, frightened and very, very aroused as Linda pushed her gray sweatpants down to her ankles, accompanied by a pair of sexy red panties. Stepping out, now completely nude, Linda presented herself to the awed twelve-year-old.

“You’re s-so beautiful, Mom,” Kelly whispered, absently stroking her chest.

Linda smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, too… and I’m sure you’re even lovelier under those clothes. Will you let me see…?”

Kelly’s nerves were jangling, but the die had been cast. She wouldn’t back down now.

Her fingers were clumsy as she removed her t-shirt. It was more of a struggle to wriggle out of her snug jeans, and she had to sit down on Mom’s bed to finish the job. That left her panties… and though Kelly was feeling acutely self-conscious, she forced herself to slip them off, then stand before Linda, trying not to give into a helpless impulse to cover herself.

Linda’s heart throbbed at the sight of her naked little girl, so exquisitely poised at the cusp of womanhood. By then, she’d seen Kelly out of her clothes many times… but that was the other, bolder Kelly. Reaching out, she grasped Kelly’s hand; brought it to her lips. “Darling,” she said, “there’s no need for you to be shy. You are exquisite.” She moved closer. “Can I kiss you?”

With those four words, the girl’s fear seemed to evaporate like morning mist. With an adoring smile, she said, “I’d like that, Mom.”

Drawing her daughter into a loving embrace, Linda allowed their bare bodies to nestle together for a long while before pressing her lips into Kelly’s sweet-smelling hair.

When Kelly tilted her head back, her eyes closed, Linda bent to lightly touch the twelve-year-old’s mouth with hers. Then she kissed the girl again. Again. Once more.

By then, Kelly was returning her mother’s kisses… and when she allowed her lips to part, Linda was unable to stop herself from sliding the tip of her tongue into her daughter’s mouth.

She wasn’t sure how Kelly would respond, so Linda silently rejoiced when the girl’s tongue essayed forth to meet hers.

The kiss was tender, but passionate. When they finally parted, Linda murmured, “Why don’t we get into bed?”

Slipping beneath the cool sheets, Kelly and Linda paused for a moment to relax in each other’s arms. After a few minutes, they kissed again, then the new lovers began to explore.

They took their time with it. Kelly was still feeling timid, not quite sure of herself, but Linda took things slowly, gradually putting her daughter at ease. Soon, their kisses grew more heated and sensual.

They didn’t go very far that first time. Linda fondled her daughter’s budding chest and placed a single kiss upon each nipple, then offered up her own breasts for Kelly to touch. At one point, Linda reached down to briefly cup her child’s lightly-downed vulva.

Afterwards, when they were getting dressed, Kelly said, “Mom? That was really nice… but next time, I want to do everything with you, okay?”

Giving her daughter one last kiss, Linda nodded. “We will, sweetheart. I promise.”

The next night, Kelly shared Linda’s bed, this time until morning. Before dawn had broken, mother and daughter had become lovers.

***

When Linda and Kelly came down for breakfast, Gabby was already there, making blueberry pancakes for everyone. She took one look at their faces and whooped, breaking into a little dance. “About time!” she cheered. “So… if you guys fuck again tonight, can I join in?”

Linda rolled her eyes. “Please tell me you aren’t using words like ‘fuck’, where other grownups can hear you. If I get a phone call from one of your teachers, young lady…” Then she laughed. “Sure, baby girl. Why don’t you two come right home from school, and we’ll have a little sex party.”

From that point, the three of them made love nearly every day. Kelly quickly proved herself to be an instinctively skilled sex partner who cared even more about a lover’s pleasure than her own. Gabby was the adventurous one, always ready to learn and try new things.

Some days, Linda found herself a bit low on energy. That wasn’t much of a surprise, seeing as Kelly and Gabby were nearly always in the mood to join her for a romp in the sheets. Still, she never passed up an opportunity to share pleasure with the girls. Just watching her daughters swap kisses was enough to rouse Linda’s libido.

A week after Kelly’s first time with her mother, she announced, “I want to go to the next Saturday party.”

“Are you sure?” Linda asked.

“Totally sure,” Kelly said. “Can we make it a surprise?”

“Yeah, let’s!” Gabby exclaimed.

So three nights later, Linda and Gabby entered Cheryl’s home with a smiling Kelly in tow. Everyone was in attendance: their neighbor Cheryl, her daughters Ali and Pam, and Aunt Jan, all of them delighted to have Kelly complete their group at long last. These Saturday nights would never have taken place without her, after all!

“We’ve missed you so much!” Ali said. She was first to hug Kelly, but the others were close by, awaiting their turn.

There was a certain routine to their Saturday get-togethers: a light supper, then everyone gathered in the family room to chat. Soon a kiss might be exchanged, a leg touched, a breast caressed. One of the girls would stand and begin to undress, then they were all removing their clothes.

When everyone was naked, Cheryl padded over to where Kelly stood to kiss her. And just like that, the sex party was underway.

Kelly was shy, but enthusiastic. She was thrilled at the opportunity to fuck Cheryl, who she’d crushed on even before deciding she was gay. Even better, Ali joined them, making their duo a threesome.

It was incredible. Her new lovers weren’t as sweet and tender as Linda or Gabby, but they made up for it with an unbridled intensity that left Kelly a hot mess, recovering from at least three orgasms.

Now it was Kelly’s turn. She went down on Cheryl, then Ali, using her mouth to bring mother, then daughter to climax. Cheryl was ready for more right away, so she mounted Kelly, and the two of them ground their cunts together until they came yet again.

Kelly loved it all, except she didn’t get a chance to do much of anything with her Aunt Jan. Luckily, she was able to make up for that a week later, when Jan dropped by to enjoy a foursome with her sister and nieces.

Later that evening, Gabby dozed peacefully next to Aunt Jan after all their sexual energy had been well and truly spent. Kelly nestled contentedly between the two women, who shared a long, languid kiss before sinking back into the lust-warmed sheets.

Turning to her oldest daughter, Linda smiled at the adorable twelve-year-old. “Are you happy about this, Kelly? Being lovers with your family and friends.”

Linda and Jan shared a concerned look when Kelly softly replied, “Si, Madre. Muy bien.”

The End

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend. Doris does what she can to console Victoria.

The next day, Victoria tells of what happened after losing Nora. She was quickly married off to a man named William Shaw, who proved to be a bully and a drunkard. She managed to endure her marriage, gave birth to her three daughters, and ended up taking over her husband’s business as his drinking spiraled out of control. He died a couple of years later, and Victoria was free.

Back in the here and now, Victoria presents Doris with a startling proposition. Wanting her daughters to experience the delights of Sapphic love before they develop romantic attachments to boys, she gets Doris to admit her attraction to the girls, then asks her to pleasure Melinda and Sophia in the bath. Doris is shocked, but also quite eager to do as Victoria wants.

The following night, Doris undresses and joins the two youngest in the tub for the first time, where she caresses both Sophia and Melinda to orgasm, then allows Sophia to fondle her in the same way. Later that night, Doris visits Melinda’s room, where she licks the ten-year-old to another climax. When Victoria is informed the next day, she is well pleased. But her eldest daughter Becky, who isn’t yet privy to her mum’s seductive scheme, is growing suspicious.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

Little Melinda seemed ready to combust with excitement as I entered the bathroom the following evening. She’d made a very compelling argument that bath time should now be a nightly event instead of every other day.

“It’s very important for young girls to be as clean as possible!” the ten-year-old insisted. “And bathing before bed helps one get a better night’s sleep. Don’t you think so?”

I had to explain that water cost money, and that other people in the house would like to use the bath too, so she and her sister resigned themselves to the current regime of once every two days.

Melinda was first out of her clothes – glancing towards me as if to make sure I’d noticed her nudity – then first in the bath, her bright eyes willing me and Sophia to hurry up and join her.

Sophia made a more languid show of stripping herself naked, quite clearly for my benefit. When she was done cavorting she dipped a preliminary foot into the steaming water, peered back at me with a grin, then immersed her full body.

I smiled down at my two young charges, Sophia blushing adorably as she watched me take off my clothes. I stood at the edge of the bath a long moment, giving them both a good look at my bare body before sliding into the hot water with a contented sigh.

“Are we going to play that game again?” Melinda was all too quick to enquire.

Thrilled by the ten-year-old’s candidness, I pulled her towards me, plucking the bar of soap from its oyster-shaped dish with my free hand. “Grubby little girls need to be scrubbed clean first!”

The giggling imp wriggled and writhed as I held her close, the feel of her slender little form pressed against my bare skin nothing short of sublime. I nuzzled her neck and shoulders while the soap slid over her body, making it delightfully slippery. To my delight, Sophia joined in, and soon we had Melinda gasping and squirming as we teased her with our fingers.

“You’re making me feel funny!” the ten-year-old gasped.

“That’s the idea!” Sophia squealed, her hand diving between Melinda’s thrashing legs, giggling away gleefully as she rubbed the tight little slit.

I wasn’t sure if this was just a spur-of-the-moment game on Sophia’s part, or if there was a genuine desire to touch her sister that way, but I found it incredibly exciting. I wondered how their mother would feel about such a thing. Something told me Victoria would approve wholeheartedly.

“Stop! I want to do it to Doris now!” Melinda exclaimed breathlessly, her eyes alight with anticipation.

When I let her go she swatted her sister’s hand away and launched herself through the water with a splash. Catching her breath, laughter giving way to soft titters, she peered across at me with an unheralded shyness. “Can I, please?”

“You can wash my hair,” I told her. “I seem to remember you were very keen to do that.”

Melinda stared at me with a crestfallen look. “But… that was before we started playing the game. Aren’t we allowed to play it anymore?”

“Well, yes, but we don’t have to do it every time we have a bath. It’d be nice to just relax and soak for a bit, wouldn’t it?”

I was teasing, of course. I had every intention of having my way with the two eager little nymphs, but seducing Melinda in her bed a couple of nights before had given me a wicked idea.

Sophia sidled up to me. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You were s’posed to make us feel good again. You promised.”

“As a matter of fact, you did, Doris!” Melinda chimed in.

Nothing got past my two young charges. I had indeed promised, and was obliged to make good on it.

I snaked my arms around their waists and drew the naked girls towards me. “Well, a promise is a promise, and a nanny’s as good as her word. But, you know, I have a much better idea.” The two of them peered at me curiously. “What if you were to ask Mummy if you can sleep in the same room tonight? Then later on, I could pay you both a special visit.”

“That sounds lovely,” Sophia said, a hint of colour gracing her cheeks.

“Ooohhh, I can’t wait!” Melinda squealed, splashing water about in excitement.

“We’ll be in my room, all right? Melinda’s doesn’t have a lock,” Sophia declared. “You better not forget, Doris. And don’t be too late, because we’ll probably go to bed early.”

I playfully flicked water at the eleven-year-old. “Yes, little madam, right away, little madam!”

While the girls lathered my hair, giggling away happily, I happened to catch a shadow disengaging itself from the narrow bar of light beneath the bathroom door. The almost imperceptible sound of pattering feet moving across floorboards told me we’d just had a curious eavesdropper.

II

When I entered the lounge a while later Sophia and Melinda were already dashing in the opposite direction and up the stairs in their dressing gowns, as breathless and giddy as they’d been earlier in the bathroom.

“We’re going to bed now, Doris!” Melinda trilled from the landing above. Sophia responded with a “Shhh!” and the two of them ran off giggling.

“Oh. Goodnight,” I called after them, running a towel through my damp hair.

Victoria was on the sofa with her legs tucked beneath her. Becky lounged next to her.

“They seemed very keen to finish their cocoa and hurry to bed,” Victoria said with a wry smile. “They’re both roughing it in Sophia’s room tonight, apparently.”

“They’re acting oddly,” Becky ventured, cradling her own mug of cocoa.

“I promised to read them a bedtime story,” I improvised. “A longer one than usual, actually. I’m sure they’re just looking forward to that.”

The fourteen-year-old regarded me carefully, lines of suspicion creasing her brow. “Why did you just tell them goodnight, then?”

Victoria reached out to stroke her eldest daughter’s hair. “Now, now, Miss Marple. I’m sure there’s no mystery to be solved here. Let Doris and the little ones have their fun.” She flashed her eyes at me, then let her fingers travel down to tease the nape of Becky’s neck. Becky responded with a sleepy, cat-like contentment. I could almost imagine her purring.

“Best not to keep them waiting, Doris,” Victoria crooned. “Knowing the girls, they won’t let you go until you give them what they want…”

Meeting her eyes, I allowed myself a small smile. “I’ll do my best.”

“You’re all acting oddly,” Becky grumbled as I retreated from the room.

I wished with all my heart that Becky could join us, that I could take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to Sophia’s room; allow her to see what her sisters and I had been getting up to. There was no denying a good portion of that longing was a desire to be intimate with the fourteen-year-old, just as I’d become intimate with her mother, and now the two younger girls, but perhaps more important to me was a feeling that she should not feel excluded. Despite her independence, I still felt a certain responsibility towards Becky. It didn’t sit well with me that she clearly knew something was afoot and must surely be wondering why she wasn’t a part of it.

I’d seen it before, in the orphanage. Alliances were formed, factions arose. The ones deemed unworthy were not permitted access to those elite cliques, for no other reason than a cruel impulse to isolate the weakest and most vulnerable amongst us. Such is human nature, I suppose. But when the only role models we knew had nothing to teach us but their own cruelty and intolerance, was it any wonder there was little in the way of kindness and compassion?

So I felt for Becky what I felt for those other girls – the need to draw her in and tell her she was loved, that she could join us whenever she liked.

But I understood that including Becky in our sexual games was Victoria’s decision, not mine. If she felt her oldest was not ready to be initiated, I would have to respect that.

Perhaps it would be prudent to broach the subject with Victoria. But not that evening. That evening I had two eager little girls waiting for me upstairs.

III

I gave Sophia’s door a brief knock, then entered her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. Two bright pairs of eyes followed my every move.

The sisters were sitting on Sophia’s bed, dressing gowns discarded, leaving them in just their nighties. Melinda’s was pale blue with small yellow flowers. Sophia’s was plain white cotton, thin enough that I could see the outline of her bare legs through the material.

“You came,” Melinda said, delighted.

I sauntered towards the bed, pulling up Sophia’s little vanity chair to sit in. “I said I would, didn’t I?”

“Are you going to do rude things to us now?” Sophia enquired. “I saw you lock the door, so I think you are. You will, won’t you?”

I let my hand rest upon the eleven-year-old’s calf, teasing the bare skin with my fingertips. “Always so impatient. And what is it you’d have me do, exactly?”

“What you did to us in the bath the other night,” Melinda explained. I let my free hand venture up her leg, beneath her nightdress. “And… and what you did afterwards in my bedroom.”

“Melly said you licked her truffle,” Sophia alleged, her euphemism for a vagina making me smile, “but I think she was fibbing.”

“I wasn’t fibbing, Sophie! Tell her, Doris. Tell her what you did to me.”

“Quieten down now,” I told them with a finger to my lips, then shifted the chair closer to the bed. “Why tell when I can show? Melinda, pull your nightie up for me, would you?”

The ten-year-old didn’t hesitate, hiking the nightdress up her legs and round the waist to reveal her bare slit. “Oh, you won’t believe how nice this feels, Sophie! It makes me want to – to swoon, almost!”

“Move closer to me,” I told the excited youngster. “Spread your legs nice and wide, so your sister can see what I’m doing.”

Intrigued, Sophia shuffled nearer while Melinda scooted as close to the edge of the bed as she could without falling off. Her feet were dangling free, so she swung her legs open and held them in place with both hands beneath her thighs, much as she’d done the last time we’d engaged in this illicit activity.

I planted a kiss on the dimpled creases between her plump pubis and inner leg. The skin there was warm, moist and deliciously tart.

When I peeked at Sophia, she was craning her neck to see what I was doing. The wide-eyed scrutiny she gave us seemed to suggest she wasn’t quite ready to believe I’d actually have the audacity to lick a little girl’s truffle, no, surely not!

I did exactly that. Sophia’s hand flew to her mouth, and she gasped loudly when my tongue emerged to trace the cleft of Melinda’s pussy. I flicked back and forth, tilting my head to one side to make sure the view was unobstructed, ever mindful that we now had an audience. I wanted nothing left to the imagination for young Sophia. The depravity of that thought should have filled me with shame, but instead I found my teeth bared in a wicked smile, tongue flickering serpent-like through Melinda’s tight slit.

How far I had fallen. And such a way yet to fall.

“See, Sophie?” Melinda gasped as I licked her out. “I wasn’t lying, was I? You should – ooh, that’s n-nice! – you should apologise to me, I think.”

“Huh?” Sophia was clearly enthralled by the sight before her, and when she murmured a response, her voice was distant and dreamy. “Oh… yes, I’m sorry, I suppose.” She placed a hand on my shoulder, and I gazed up at her. “You can do that to me now, if you like…”

There was every reason to believe I would like it very much indeed. “Pull your nightie up, then. In fact, we may as well have it all the way off. Yours too, Melinda.”

Her eyes dancing with excitement, Melinda discarded her nightdress without so much as a second thought, carelessly dropping it to the floor.

Sophia took her time, tugging the nightie over her head until she was wearing nothing but a smile.

“Spread your legs for me,” I told her.

She leaned back against the bed on her elbows and moved her knees slowly apart. “Like this?”

Her slit glistened with a hint of moisture, the lips of her sex bulbous and slightly flushed. I wondered if she’d begun to menstruate yet. Perhaps not, but the dawn of her womanhood was surely imminent.

I moved my head between her thighs, kissing a path up her toned legs, the scuffs and scrapes on her knees reminding me that, yes, of course she was still a child. A little girl who loved to climb trees and dance to the wireless and watch birds in the garden. And now Sophia, always ready to try new things, Sophia, so inquisitive and curious, would know how it felt to have her sweet pussy licked.

My tongue traced a slow, languid path through the eleven-year-old’s vulva while my eyes fixed on her face, eager to see how she responded. Sophia’s earthy taste lingered in my mouth like a fine wine, the faint musky smell of her arousal flavouring the air.

“Oh!” Sophia cried, her brow creased into a look of such intense concentration and surprise, it made her appear almost comical.

“It’s nice, isn’t it, Sophie?” Melinda said, twining a lock of her sister’s hair round and round a finger.

Sophia gave an abrupt nod, hair spilling about her face. “Mm.”

“I told you it was, didn’t I?”

“Mm.”

“Is it just about the best thing you ever felt?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I think so too! Um… don’t forget about me, Doris.”

So I alternated between the two girls, licking each in turn, my tongue first flicking, then lashing, then probing the warm, wet crevices where their puffy lips met, delving as deep as I was able to go.

I looked up to see a dreamy-eyed Sophia turn to her sister. “Mummy mustn’t ever find out about this, Melly. You won’t forget and let it slip, will you?”

Melinda made a face. “Of course I won’t! I’m not stupid, Sophia.”

“I know, I know… I’m sorry,” said Sophia, touching her baby sister’s arm. “I… I love you, Melly.”

Then all at once their lips came together in a kiss, as if they were suddenly compelled to share a moment of intimate affection. The exchange was fleeting, the two girls separating as quickly as they’d joined, each looking as surprised as the other.

“Cripes…” Melinda piped.

“Mm,” Sophia murmured back with a nod.

Their attention soon returned to me. I coaxed two little clitorides from their fleshy sheathes, trapping one between my lips while I lightly stroked the other, frequently switching back and forth to give the girls pleasure both ways.

Sophia reached orgasm before her sister. Honestly, I was amazed she had lasted this long. She screwed her face up and surrendered to the instinct to hump against my mouth as I rolled my tongue inside her vagina. She began to wail – but Melinda, bless her, had the presence of mind to cover her sister’s mouth, hissing, “Sophie, hush! You’ll have Mummy in here!”

The eleven-year-old was still twitching away when I returned my attention back to Melinda and her exposed sex. Quickly raising her legs again, she demanded, “Now hurry and make me feel nice, Doris. My arms are getting tired.”

“Let’s make this more comfortable for you, then,” I told her. “Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

The ten-year-old did as I asked, spreading her knees apart and thrusting her bum towards me, the sweet pucker of her anus suddenly on full display. There and then, I decided to employ one of Victoria’s lewdest techniques on her youngest daughter.

“Melinda?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to make you feel good another way. Would you mind if I have a little lick of your bottom?”

Melinda peered back at me with wide eyes. “The actual hole of my bottom?”

“That’s right.”

“Doris!” A shocked Sophia gasped, but it didn’t escape my notice that she shuffled intriguingly closer. “You oughtn’t to lick her there, it’s dirty. Isn’t it?”

I couldn’t very well tell them that it was their own mother who’d introduced me to the art of arse licking, and that she and I had been indulging in the same nefarious practice for weeks now.

“You’ve both had a bath, so your bums should be nice and clean. Let’s give it a try, at least. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“All right,” Melinda agreed with a grin, swaying her backside back and forth invitingly.

“You’re awful, Melinda!” Sophia squealed through a fit of giggles.

I half-expected Melinda to pull away when my tongue found her arse – I’d certainly been surprised when her mother had kissed me there for the first time – but Victoria’s youngest seemed eager to experiment, even going so far as to spread her knees even further apart. I savoured the earthy, metallic taste, drawing my tongue through the crack of her arse, then teasing the hole with the tip.

“Goodness…” Sophia murmured as she watched intently. “What does it feel like, Melly?”

“It’s rather nice,” Melinda replied matter-of-factly, “but I prefer having Doris lick my— Oh! That’s more like it!”

My thumb had found her clit, pressing firmly against it and rubbing back and forth while I continued licking her arsehole. Soon I had the ten-year-old bucking wildly while her big sister looked on, astonished.

Melinda collapsed on the bed, groaning in pleasure. “I just about nearly melted…” she murmured into the pillow, an occasional tremor still rippling through her slender body.

I turned to Sophia, flashing my eyes at her. “I suppose you’d like another turn, would you?”

The eleven-year-old nodded enthusiastically. “Just the other way, though. I’m not sure I want to have my bum licked.”

It occurred to me I had far too many clothes on, so I remedied that, standing up and undressing slowly and seductively for the girls. The sense of power I wielded over the two youngsters held an undeniable appeal. That they would follow wherever I chose to lead them, like trusting little lambs, was strangely thrilling to me. Was this how my mistress felt when she first seduced, then educated me in the ways of love? This grand sense of wicked coercion?

Now naked as the children I cared for, I rested one knee upon Sophia’s bed. “Make some room, girls.” They hastily made space for me, allowing me to stretch out on the small bed. “Sophia, I’d like you to kneel over me, so your truffle is right above my mouth. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I think so.”

Sophia stood up and stepped over me, then lowered herself to my face, her sex barely an inch from my mouth. She was facing my feet, which hadn’t been my intention, but I realised it would be better that way, allowing her to see what I had planned for her sister.

“Melinda… while Sophia’s doing that, would you like to lick my pussy?”

“Puss-ee!” Melinda giggled, trying the familiar word in this completely new context. “Puss-eeee…”

The ten-year-old shuffled between my open thighs, her bright eyes studious as she regarded my sex. The sight of her face poised near my cunt, framed between Sophia’s legs, was an image as potent as anything I could ever have conjured up in my masturbatory fantasies.

Taking hold of Sophia’s hips to guide her down the last couple of inches, my tongue made contact with the child’s sex, probing the raw, coppery flesh while Melinda flicked her own tongue through the folds of my cunt. How I’d longed to have her mouth there, fantasised about it whilst touching myself during those quiet moments alone. And now here we were – at the threshold of that often imagined deed.

For a complete novice, Melinda was doing a surprisingly good job licking me, her enthusiasm more than making up for any lack of skill. Still, I found myself craving more – and soon enough I had the inspired notion that would surely satisfy my hunger.

I laid a hand on Sophia’s bare back, gently nudging her forward. “Help your sister,” I murmured, then returned to licking her slit.

She seemed to understand what I wanted, but hesitated briefly. “Melly? What’s it like?”

Melinda raised her head. “It’s nice!” she chirped, illustrating the point by licking her lips. “Remember when Mummy gave us a sip from her wine glass? Sort of like that… but sweeter.” Dipping her head, she buried her mouth in my sparse bush and got back to work.

Sophia bent forward, and soon I was rewarded with the caress of a second tongue, this one lashing against my exposed clit. By then, she was becoming aware of the exquisite possibilities our tender little buds harboured, and clearly meant to make use of this new found knowledge.

The eleven-year-old’s position atop my body afforded me a tantalising glimpse of her anus. I found myself unable to resist prising her arse cheeks apart, so I might feast my eyes on that puckered delight while I feasted for real on her fresh young sex.

Being licked by two little girls at the same time was a dizzying experience, even knowing they were learning as they went, perhaps even because of that. Would that I could actually see my young charges as they used their tongues on me! That said, the pink crease of Sophia’s pussy and the dusky promise of her arsehole were a wonderful distraction.

Suddenly their mouths weren’t touching my cunt anymore. I paused in my own licking, listening for some clue as to what the girls were doing. What I heard made my heart throb – a faint moist sound, coupled with a blissful purr from Sophia.

My God… are they kissing?

They were; I was certain of it. In the midst of pleasuring me, their mouths had wandered together. If their first kiss mere minutes ago had been one of spontaneous passion, then this one must surely be fully considered and desired, with none of the awkwardness or surprise of that earlier exchange. That they would choose to love each other that way was a thrilling notion, not least because I knew it was me they tasted on one another’s lips.

It didn’t last long. They hastily returned to my pussy, as if abruptly remembering what they were supposed to be doing. I continued to lick Sophia, wondering if the girls would be indulging in kissing games later when I’d returned to my own bed.

Those delicious feelings began to churn and roil inside me all over again, my climax fast approaching. I was determined to make Sophia spend first, however. I centred my attention on her clitoris, suckling it like a tiny nipple.

When the eleven-year-old began to writhe beneath me, I knew she was close to release, and having her come in my face would certainly be enough to send me over the edge. I pressed my mouth against her vagina and sucked hard, simultaneously arching my hips in response to the dazzling brilliance of my own climax. I barely drew my lips away from the child’s spent pussy to murmur breathlessly, “Good girls… oh, you clever, clever girls…”

Soon overcome, Sophia tumbled off me and onto her back, her breathing coming in huffs and puffs. Melinda sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of a hand, wearing a triumphant smile.

“Come here, both of you,” I murmured, opening my arms in invitation.

The girls fell willingly into my embrace. Cupping their firm bottoms, I kissed each upon the brow, then found their mouths, slipping my tongue between their lips in turn. The taste of our combined arousal passed from mouth to mouth, lingering like an echo.

Once I’d mustered up the strength to climb down from the bed and dress myself, I helped the two little ones back into their nighties and tucked them in until they were side by side beneath the blanket. Switching off the bedside lamp that had illuminated our forbidden games, I unlocked the bedroom door and made a silent exit, leaving my darlings drifting into slumber.

When I stepped out into the hallway, Becky was loitering outside her bedroom. I wondered where she had been standing a few moments before, and for how long. She seemed flustered, like she’d just been caught with her hand in the biscuit barrel.

“Oh, hello, Doris,” The fourteen-year-old said, not quite meeting my gaze. “Um… did Melly and Sophie enjoy their bedtime story?”

“I believe they did,” I replied. “It had a very exciting ending, too. Would you like to join us for the next one?”

Becky trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, a finger idly teasing the hollow of her throat. “I… I’m too old for bedtime stories.”

Not the kind of stories I tell, beautiful girl, I thought. You’re never too old for those. Or too young, for that matter.

“You might be surprised,” I purred. “Goodnight, Becky.”

“‘Night.” Her cheeks bright pink, Becky hastened through the door to her bedroom, closing it behind.

I ran my fingertips over her nameplate as I passed, the embossed flowers teasing my tingling skin. Eager for love again, and so soon. How greedy I was!

I made my way to my own room, intent on having a little fun with myself before going to sleep.

As it turned out, there was no need.

IV

Mere minutes after I’d slipped into bed, Victoria came to me with that familiar look in her eyes, the one that brooked no argument and never failed to rouse my desire. Indicating I should be quiet, she took my hand and led me to her room.

No sooner was the door closed than she was upon me, fumbling at the buttons on my nightie, then all but ripping it away. Her hands darted from my breasts to my pubis, as if she couldn’t decide which she wanted more. Her fingers brushed my lips, inviting me to taste myself. Potent; musky, the consummation of my dalliance with her daughters was all too apparent. Victoria knew it too.

She struggled out of her clothes, then pushed me roughly onto the bed, my breasts pressed almost painfully against her body as her hungry mouth found mine. Her hands were reaching beneath my legs, clutching at my arse as she moved downwards, drawing my pelvis towards her face. “I can smell my daughters on you,” she told me.

I wasn’t sure if that was true or not. The perfume of my own arousal must surely have overpowered any lingering traces of Sophia and Melinda. Perhaps it was simply the idea of her little girls’ scent on me that Victoria found so tantalising.

She lingered near my open sex for a good long moment, breathing me in, savouring the sight of the juices that glistened in my pubes like fine morning mist.

“You’ll tell me everything that happened with the girls tonight,” she demanded. Her voice was perfectly calm and measured, but I saw the heat of lust in her eyes. “Every last detail. And while you do that, I shall pleasure you.”

Then her mouth was there, nibbling at the lips of my pussy, sucking on the aching core of my clitoris, still sensitive from Sophia’s endeavours. I was Victoria’s puppet – scarcely able to think, let alone draw breath, as she took me from one peak to the next with tongue and teeth and fingers. And as she stoked the fire that blazed and roared inside me, I told her as much as I was able before my words gave way to barely stifled wails of ecstasy.

Once I’d caught my breath, I shoved Victoria onto her back without a word and took her roughly, driving three fingers in and out of her cunt and licking her clit until she came over my hand. Just as she’d offered me her fingers to taste, I offered her mine in return, this time joining her in licking them clean.

We lay there for a while until finally I roused myself, rising from the bed and gathering up my nightdress, ready to return to my room.

But Victoria halted me with a hand upon my arm. “No,” she whispered. “Stay with me tonight, my love. Will you, please?”

How could I refuse? Letting my nightie drop back down to the floor, I returned to bed as Victoria raised the satin sheet in invitation.

I gave her a gentle, lingering kiss – so different from the frenzied coupling we’d just enjoyed, though every bit as pleasurable. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you, my sweet,” Victoria replied, then asked, “And what about the girls? Do you love them too?”

That confused me. Of course I did. Why would she think otherwise? “I adore the girls, Victoria. Surely you know that by now.”

She studied me thoughtfully. “Even Rebecca…?”

“Yes,” I answered. “I love Becky, too.”

Victoria seemed satisfied with that. “Good.” Smiling lazily, she ran her fingers through my hair. “Let’s go to sleep now. I’ll enjoy waking up next to you very much, I think.”

We came together in one last kiss, our tongues engaging in a brief pas de deux, then lay down, our bodies entwined.

Victoria seemed to doze off right away, but a twinge of curiosity kept me awake. Why did she want to know if I loved the girls… Becky in particular? It seemed like a casual enough question, though knowing my lady, I suspected it was anything but. Still, it had been a long, eventful day, and I was quite weary. Pondering the meaning of Victoria’s words, I drifted into slumber.

Onward to Chapter Eleven!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.

Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.

Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.

In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.

When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.

Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.

Ann recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They were in bed and making love when Ann glanced up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette didn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann was mesmerized — and turned on, in spite of herself.

Later, Ann was approached by Coralie, who briefly exposed herself, then admitted that she was attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann was shocked, but promised to keep the girl’s secret. Weeks later, Ann brings herself to orgasm remembering that time with Colette – and Coralie.

The next morning, Ann is awakened by her granddaughter Poppy, who she will be looking after that day while Jess takes Alice and Katie to the dentist. After awhile, Ann notices seven-year-old Poppy behaving in a very strange way. First, while reading, she notices that the child is naked beneath her skirt and surreptitiously rubbing her bare slit. Taken aback, she decides to take a bath, which is interrupted by Poppy, who insists on sharing the tub with her grandmother and soaping her breasts.

When Jess returns with the older girls, she has a stern chat with Poppy after Ann mentions having bathed with her. But when Poppy asks for a kiss, Jess can’t resist the chance to go down on her little girl.

Later that night, Jess phones her sister Laura, asking her to keep an eye on Poppy the next day. Laura will be looking after the girls while Jess and Rachel are on a one-night trip to London. The sisters end up having a very stimulating round of phone sex before turning in for the night.

And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

It was seven-thirty in the morning, a cloudless sky promising good weather. With a hearty yawn, Laura let herself into the Matthews residence, calling out, “Hello?” when she heard movement in the kitchen.

Hearing Jess reply, “In here!” Laura entered to find her older sibling preparing breakfast.

“Morning, sis.” Laura glanced around. “Where is everyone?”

“Mum should be down in a minute, and the girls are just getting up.”

Laura turned to the door and listened. No one on the stairs. “In that case…” Quickly advancing toward Jess, she claimed her big sister’s mouth in a brief but intensely hungry kiss.

“Thanks, love,” Jess cooed as Laura broke away. “Christ, I needed that.”

“You deserve a hell of a lot more after last night, sis. I don’t think I’ve ever had better phone sex – and let’s face it, I’m a dyke of vast experience. You got me so keyed up, I had to rub myself off again before I turned the light out!”

Jess chuckled. “Oh, you inspire me, baby sister.” She moved in for another kiss, but was interrupted by the sound of feet on the stairs. A moment later, their mother entered.

Ann beamed at the sight of her youngest daughter. “Good morning, Laura!” They touched lips to each other’s cheeks in turn.

“Morning, Mum. Say, Jess told me last night that you want to talk to us… something about the business. Anything we should be concerned about?”

Accepting a cup of tea from Jessica, Ann seated herself at the table. “It’s nothing definite yet, so I can’t really go into any detail… but I’ve decided to look into selling the business, or at least some of it.”

Jess looked a little surprised. “That’s what you wanted to discuss? Why all the secrecy?”

“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t sure how the two of you would take it. Your father spent his life building the firm, after all.”

Jess rested a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “Mum, it’s your business every bit as much as his. Dad told me more than once that he couldn’t have done it without you. So if you want to take a step back from it all, or even sell… well, we understand.”

“She’s right, Mum,” said Laura. “In fact, I think you should sell. You’ve worked long enough. Time to put the briefcase and those grey pantsuits away. Get out there and enjoy life.” Especially now that you’re thinking about switching to the lesbian side, she was tempted to add, but thought better of it.

“Thank you, girls. I’ve been taking a less hands-on approach for a few months, and the cruise was my way of making certain the firm could function without me. So it’s just a matter of deciding whether to make a clean break and sell up entirely, or retain a percentage. I’ve had my accountant and lawyer working on it, and putting out some informal feelers for potential buyers. It might come as something of a surprise to you both, but it seems we’re talking about at least several million pounds.”

“That much?” Jess exclaimed. “Well done, Mum.”

“It’s just money,” Anne said with a shrug. “Oh, it’s good to have it. But what matters most is being able to spend more time with you and the girls. Of course, there’s Rachel and her two as well.”

Just then, Alice entered the kitchen, Katie and Poppy close behind. Of course, they had to greet Auntie Laura, Poppy gave her gran a big hug… and everything went on pause while good-mornings were exchanged and hugs shared.

The front doorbell rang. “That’ll be Rachel and the girls,” murmured Jess, rolling her eyes. “Looks like Rach forgot her key again. Can you please get that, Alice?”

“Sure, Mum!” And she dashed out, soon returning hand in hand with a beaming Bella. Rachel followed with little Cindy.

“Hello, Ann,” said Rachel, warmly hugging her lover’s mother.

Good morning, my dear,” Ann replied, then turned to Bella and Cindy. “Hello, girls. Lovely to see you again.”

“So, Ann…” said Rachel, “my daughters have a question for you.”

Cindy stepped forward. “Umm, Mrs. Clark? Would you mind if we called you ‘Gran’ from now on? We’ve not got a real grandmother anymore, you see… but if Alice, Katie and Poppy are our sisters, and Jessica is our new mum, well…”

Looking from Cindy to Bella, Ann broke into an enormous smile. “I’d be honoured, girls.” She opened her arms, and the two girls raced into them.

When they broke their embrace, Laura clapped her hands briskly. “Come on now, girls, your mums need to get ready to go. Poppy, Katie, Alice… you three need to finish breakfast and get dressed. We’re going out!”

“Where?” asked Bella.

“Oh, you’ll like this. There’s a circus and fair taking place at Willett’s. We’ll spend the day there, then go out for pizza tonight.”

As the kitchen rang with cheers, Rachel took Ann’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks,” she whispered. “My girls have been planning to ask you that since last night. They think the world of you.”

“I feel the same way about them,” Ann replied. “And about you, Rachel. It makes me very happy, having an even bigger family. More to love!”

Rachel just smiled. Oh, my dear, sweet Ann… you’ve no idea just how true those words are.

Twenty minutes later, Jess and Rachel said their goodbyes. Climbing into Rachel’s car, they set off for the Oxford tube, a gaggle of young girls waving through the family room window.

***

After enjoying a long, active day at the garden centre, then gorging themselves on pizza, the five girls were ready for bed earlier than usual… which fit in nicely with Laura’s plans for the remainder of the evening. They said their goodnights to Ann, then Laura led the youngsters upstairs to Alice’s room.

Carefully shutting the door, Laura told them, “If you girls want to have sex tonight, you can, but do it quietly, okay? If your gran catches any of you fucking, it’ll spoil everything. Not to mention that you’ll also catch holy hell from your mums when they get back. And me. Got it?”

Thrilled at the prospect of playing sex games, the girls promised to keep the noise down. Then Cindy spoke up. “What will you be doing tonight, Auntie Laura?”

“Wanna come have fun with us?” Alice asked, to which Bella gave an eager nod.

“No fair!” Katie protested. “What about me and Cindy?”

“Hold on, hold on,” Laura said, raising a hand. “Much as I appreciate the offer, I’ve got other plans. Your gran doesn’t know it yet, mind… but I’m going to ask to share her bed tonight.”

“Ooooh!” Poppy squealed. “Are you gonna try to – to fuck her?”

“Oh, I doubt that will happen,” Laura replied with a shrug, “but I am hoping to have a long chat with her about sex with women. Tell her about some of the experiences I’ve had.”

“I’d like to hear about those, too,” said Alice.

Laura patted her niece’s knee. “Someday, sweetie. Anyway, if I’m lucky, I might get Mum to masturbate with me. Who knows, maybe I’ll get to kiss her. I don’t think she’s ready for full-on sex with a family member, though.”

“Maybe someday…” Poppy murmured wistfully.

“Goodnight, ladies,” said Laura, getting to her feet. “Remember what I said about being quiet. And don’t keep the fun going too late. You all need to be tucked up in bed and quiet before your gran comes upstairs.” Blowing them a kiss, she made her exit, leaving five eager-eyed young girls behind.

Bella glanced around at the others. “How are we doing this? Do we split up, or make it a big sex party?”

“Best not call it a party,” Alice observed. “Parties are noisy.”

The girls began to discuss their sleeping arrangements. Not that they intended to sleep any time soon…

***

Laura and Ann were in the living room, halfway through a bottle of wine and deep in conversation. They discussed how perfectly suited Jess and Rachel seemed to be, how well the girls got on with one another, and when Laura was going to find her own steady lover.

If you only knew, Mum, Laura mused, a smile on her lips. If you only knew.

Ann was filling her wine glass again. “So, darling, I’ve told you about my, er, recent interest in…” She tailed off.

“Sex with younger women? Yes, you have, Mum.”

Ann’s cheeks flushed a light pink. “I wouldn’t put it quite like that, but… yes. I wanted to ask about your last assignment. It was something about, um, parties. For women.”

“Yes, upmarket lesbian parties. Very exclusive, very private… though I’m sure you’d rate an invitation, Mum. Are you sure you want to hear all the details?”

“I think so, yes. If I’m going to date other women, then I need to know about these things.” Ann turned slightly toward her daughter at one end of the sofa, while Laura set her glass on the coffee table and brought one leg up onto the sofa to face her mum.

She knew her short skirt had ridden up high enough to expose her cherry-red panties, but when Ann’s eyes flickered down, Laura pretended not to notice.

“Fair enough, Mum,” she said. “Now, some of this might shock you, but try to keep an open mind. These parties are a great way to explore lesbian sex without committing to a relationship. You’ll probably want to settle down with a partner at some point, but before then, it’s a good idea to get yourself some hands-on experience.” And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get the chance to give you some hands-on experience of my own!

Ann nodded thoughtfully. “I’m beginning to think you’re right about that. This kind of thing is still new to me… I should play the field for a bit before thinking about settling down.” She smiled. “So tell me: what sort of things do you get up to at these parties?”

Taken aback, Laura said, “You want to hear about… what I’ve done? Sexually?”

“Why not? I want to know what it’s like. Don’t worry, I won’t judge you… no matter how much of a slag you’ve been.”

“Mum!” Laura gasped, then she dissolved into laughter. “Well done. Didn’t see that coming!”

“Sorry, dear. I couldn’t resist,” Ann murmured, patting her daughter’s bare foot. “Seriously, though… you can be completely honest with me. Sex with women is a whole new world, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather turn to for advice on how to… to navigate it.”

“I appreciate that, Mum. What do you want to know?”

“If you’re willing, I really would like to hear about your experiences… the first time you were with a girl, some of the things you’ve tried. We’ll get to that, though. First, tell me more about those sex parties.”

“Okay, I will.” Laura did her best to maintain a relaxed exterior, but her heart was racing. So you want to know more about the lesbian life… and what I’ve done with my lovers? Dear Mum, you’re about to get an earful from a seasoned reporter. And if your knickers aren’t dripping wet once I’m done, I’ve lost my touch.

Lolling back in her chair, she began. “You know, swinger parties have been around for… oh, decades. It just made sense that someone would eventually throw a sex gathering that catered exclusively to gay women…”

She continued to spin her story, pleased to see Anne listening raptly.

***

After Jess and Rachel had reached London and checked into their hotel, they hit the shops for a most satisfying afternoon of retail therapy, Rachel suggested dining in Covent Garden after dropping off their purchases. They enjoyed a light lunch, during which Rachel spoke of a little shop nearby where they could pick up some sex toys for Jessica.

“You’ve got to bin that plastic museum piece you’ve been using to get yourself off, love,” Rachel declared as they set off through the streets. “Sex technology has come a long way since your uni days.”

“It’s not that bloody old,” Jess protested. “Besides, I almost never take care of myself any more. Christ, I’ve got a whole family of sex partners!” She paused. “Okay, I did use it the other night, but that’s only because Mum was sleeping over. If the girls aren’t to have sex while she’s there, then neither should I, even with you. It’s only fair.”

“I know, I know. Which is why your three are spending so much time at my house.” Rachel grinned. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

Jess shook her head, “That’s why we need to get Mum involved. I mean, she’ll be going back home on Thursday, but… well, I had a house key cut for her the other day. How could I not?”

“Mm. So Anne could drop in at any time,” said Rachel.

“And I’m happy with that! Except for, you guessed it, the possibility of her catching two or more of us in bed… or having it off on the kitchen table, for fuck’s sake. I did that to Katie a few weeks ago, when she got up before her sisters – took off her nightie and went down on her, right before putting out the breakfast plates. Can you imagine Mum seeing something like that?  Aside from the trouble it would cause, we might give her a heart attack!”

They paused at a traffic signal, and Rachel took Jessica’s hand. “All right now, love… let’s put the topic of your mother aside, at least for now. This is our getaway time, and we’re meant to be enjoying ourselves.”

“Sorry, Rach,” Jess murmured. “You’re right, of course.” The light changed, and they crossed the street, still hand in hand.

“In a few minutes, we’ll be crossing the threshold of the most amazing sex shop you’ve ever seen… and while we’re there, I expect you to wear a smile dazzling enough to thaw a glacier. Ah, here’s our street.”

Taking Jess off the main thoroughfare, Rachel let them down a side street crammed with small independent shops. Passing bespoke tailors, shirtmakers, men’s grooming suppliers, watchmakers, vintage bookstores, record shops, and several cafes ranging from small to tiny, they approached a small, discreetly-fronted shop that wasn’t likely to catch the eyes of most, not unless they stopped and had a good long look. The sign hanging over the entrance was of a leering black cat, hovering over the words Pads, Paws & Claws. The window display was fairly innocuous, mostly mannequins draped in tasteful lingerie, and nothing of the interior could be seen from the street.

A brass bell above the door jingled as Rachel opened it, and they stepped inside. To Jess’ eyes the shop put her in mind of the TARDIS, the time machine from Doctor Who. The entrance area didn’t appear large at first, but it was brightly lit and colourful, framed by racks and shelves that held the provocative garments you’d expect to find in such an establishment. From there, though, an open archway pointed to a much larger area that went back what appeared to be a considerable distance, until one noticed that the back wall of the shop was mirrored, making the space seem much larger than it was.

As Rachel closed the door, a voice with a slight accent Jess couldn’t quite place issued from an open doorway on the left. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Glancing about, Jess took a closer look at the lingerie, examining the seams, materials, and general construction. Quality stuff, she mused.

Her reverie was interrupted by a woman who breezed into the room and exclaimed, “Rachel Thomas, as I live and breathe! I haven’t seen you in ages, and you’ve not placed any online orders lately. I was beginning to think you’d repented your wicked ways and joined a convent.”

The shopkeeper was a slender Asian woman with long, shiny black hair… possibly Japanese? She seemed to be close to their age, but with her flawless skin she could have been a full decade younger.

Rachel laughed as she approached her friend. “Really, Dominique… could you even imagine me in a habit? Come to think of it, don’t you stock naughty nun outfits here?”

“I do… and I’d simply love to have you model one for me, with fishnet stockings and, let’s see… crimson lip gloss. No panties, of course.”

“Still the same dirty bitch, I see. And you can put your mind at rest, love – I’d never go to anyone else for my toys.”

They came together in a hug. Jess noticed that the woman was even shorter than Rachel. She wore a black leather mini-dress with lace-up sides and ankle boots.

Turning to study Jess, clearly liking what she saw, Dominique purred, “And who is this goddess, darling?”

“Dom, meet my lover Jessica. Jess, this is Dominique, purveyor of the best selection of sex gear this side of a Roman orgy.”

The woman patted Rachel’s shoulder. “And we’ve been to one of those, haven’t we? Sorry, Jessica – that was a long time ago. So, Rachel, this is who’s been keeping you away? I can certainly see why. Does this mean you’ve turned from the dark side for good? Only sharing your goodies with one partner? Not that I’d blame you – she’s exquisite.”

Now blushing, Jess extended a hand, murmuring “Nice to meet you,” but instead, Dominique drew her into a warm embrace.

Breaking away the Asian beauty said, “Lovely to meet you, Jess. Well, what can I do for you lovebirds? I know what I’d like to do, but what are you after today?”

“Dom, we have a serious problem,” Rachel began. “Jessica’s toy box consists of one of those old hard plastic relics that sound like a buzzsaw. We need to get her sorted.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Stepping over to the door, Dominique flipped the Closed for Lunch sign around to face the street, then gestured toward the store’s interior. “Come with me.”

As they proceeded through the arch, Jess asked, “This place is a bit off the main area. Do you get many people in?”

“You’d be surprised. A lot of my business is through word of mouth, and I have many regulars, but online is my main source of revenue. I’ve got a couple of girls just fulfilling orders.”

Rachel snickered. “I bet that’s not all they’re fulfilling…”

Dominique smiled coquettishly over her shoulder at Jess. “Well, a girl’s got to get it where she can, after all. I also do parties at select customers’ homes, and the fetish scene these days is a bloody gold mine. Then there are the research and feedback groups for new products… that’s upstairs.”

This time it was Jess who responded. “Research, eh?”

“Just so.” With a knowing smile, Dominique led the women through to the rear of the store. Casting her eyes about, Jessica saw a dizzying display of sexual paraphernalia. There were dildos and vibrators in every imaginable size and shape, some of them astonishingly large. Racks of fetish clothing, shelves loaded down with bondage gear, sex dolls ranging from cheap inflatable plastic to life-like silicone, a room off to the side crammed with glossy sex mags and DVDs, a wicker basket filled with whips – whatever the kink, Dominique’s shop seemed to encompass it.

“I’ve got some new things in that I know you’ll enjoy,” Dom said. “Have a look round while I put a selection together.”

Jess and Rachel spent the best part of an hour browsing, marvelling and laughing as they filled a basket with purchases. Most of these were for Jessica, but a few items caught Rachel’s eye, particularly a remote control Bluetooth vibrator that linked to one’s phone. There was also a double strapon that she couldn’t resist, designed to penetrate a lover’s cunt and anus simultaneously.

“I’ll be using this one on you, love,” Rachel told Jessica, brandishing the toy like a weapon. “Ever taken it in both holes at once?”

“No, never,” Jess replied, “and I probably won’t be able to sit down for a few days afterward… but sod it, I’m willing.”

“That’s the spirit!” Dominique exclaimed. “Hang on to this one, Rach – she’s a find!”

The tour continued, and a few more purchases found their way into the basket. Rachel looked longingly at a Sybian, but decided it was much too bulky to take on the coach.

“I’m bringing the car next time,” she muttered, caressing the eight-inch cock attached to the fuck machine. “Christ almighty, imagine the fun you could have with this!”

Jess made sure Dom was out of earshot, then whispered, “You’d have to keep it under lock and key, you know. Otherwise, the girls will want to give it a go.”

Rachel grimaced. “Mmm. Didn’t think of that.”

Once they’d plumbed the delights of the shop, Dominique led her customers to the register. As they paid for the basket’s contents, she asked, “So, ladies… what are you up to this evening?”

Rachel replied, “We have a matinee show, then dinner, and then…” She shook her bag of purchases, “it’s back to the hotel to road-test our new goodies.”

This prompted a very significant smile from the shop owner. “Tell you what… if you need some expert advice on how best to use these toys, I’d be happy to provide that extra service. No charge, of course!’’

Rachel thought it over. “Well, we’ve escaped my two girls and Jessica’s three for the night to enjoy some uninterrupted fucking… What do you think, Jess – shall we pass up Dom’s kind offer, or are you up for some real fun?”

Jess returned Dominique’s smile. “This was supposed to be a bit of one-on-one time, but I think maybe a two-on-one would be fun. Besides, I’d like to hear about this Roman orgy you mentioned. And anything else Rachel got up to before I saved her from a life of debauchery.”

“What’s wrong with debauchery?” Rachel protested. “It’s the best bloody thing the Romans gave us… except roads and plumbing, I suppose.”

Dominique smiled at the exchange. “This is going to be an interesting night.”

Rachel wrote down their hotel and room number on one of Dom’s business cards. They agreed to meet at eight, then exchanged goodbyes.

Acting on impulse, Jess leaned down and gently kissed the petite Asian on the mouth, murmuring, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Her eyes gleaming, Dominique replied, “And I’m looking forward to shagging your arse off. See you both at eight.”

Making their way back to the hotel, Jess gave Rachel a thoughtful look. “So… a Roman orgy, was it? Seems to me you have some more stories to tell.”

“Maybe I have, lover… but the stories I’m making with you and our little harem are much more exciting.” Rachel shook her head. “It’s a damned shame we can’t share them with anyone.”

“Can you imagine?” Jess said. “I doubt it’s easy to shock your friend Dom, but if she knew what we get up to with the girls…oh, my goodness!”

“She’d be dead impressed,” Rachel agreed.

Upon returning to their room, Jess and Rachel relaxed for a while, then freshened themselves up for the show. They were both feeling randy, but elected to save the mood for later, settling instead for a few heated kisses. Afterwards, they had a light pasta supper in a little Italian bistro recommended by the concierge, returning to their room in time to shower and dress before Dominique was due to arrive.

They didn’t bother with dresses, just slipped into harness-style strappy lingerie sets they’d purchased, aubergine-hued basques with half-cup bras that left their breasts exposed. These were accompanied by black stockings attached to suspenders, topped off with stiletto heels more suited to posing than walking.

Just after eight, there was a knock on the door. Rachel peered through the spy hole… sure enough, it was Dominique, who entered wearing a knee-length coat. Dropping her bag, she gave Rachel a brief kiss before stepping back to appraise her outfit.

Rachel did a twirl before posing with hands on hips. “We thought we’d model these for you. What’s the verdict?”

“Absolutely scrumptious. I knew this would look incredible on you, Rach.” She glanced around the room.  Where’s your other half, then?” That was the cue for Jess to step out of the bathroom.

Dominique whistled as she took in the imposing sight of her friend’s lover. Jessica was easily six feet in her new heels, lustrous red hair spilling over her shoulders. She was dressed identically to Rachel, with one crucial difference: Jess sported another of her new purchases, one that jutted defiantly from her groin.

Dominique’s eyes dropped to the strap-on. “Hello, Jessica,” she cooed. “My, that’s an impressive way to be greeted. Have you got a licence for that?”

Noting their guest’s overcoat, Jess said, “Lovely to see you again, Dominique. I must say, though, that you seem… overdressed for this party.”

“Well, I could hardly stroll through the lobby wearing this,” Dom replied, slipping out of the coat, then casually draping it over a nearby chair.

Jess looked her up and down, smiling appreciatively. “I don’t know; it might be good for business.”

Dominique did cut an impressive figure, decked out in a black PVC minidress, low-cut with a full length zip, coupled with thigh-high stiletto-heeled latex stocking boots. Two or three inches of pale thigh could be seen, set off starkly by the dark hue of the boots and skirt.

Drawn as if by a magnet, Jess drifted towards the petite Asian, reaching out to run a finger over her breast, nodding approvingly at the squeak of the shiny material before thrusting her hand beneath the skirt that barely covered Dominique’s mons. There she was delighted to find bare, juicy flesh, completely innocent of underwear.

“Just as I thought,” Jess purred. Gazing into Dom’s warm brown eyes, she slipped her finger into the moist opening, then brought it to her mouth, sampling the flavour. Reaching up to cradle Dominique’s chin, Jess bent to kiss her – lightly at first, then with a mounting passion.

Sensing her lover standing nearby, Jess relinquished the kiss, letting Rachel take her place. The two women swapped tongues for a while, then Rachel broke away, turning back to Jess. While they kissed, the small Asian woman moved in to take the tip of Jessica’s nipple between her lips, barely needing to bend her head. Then Rachel leaned down to suck the other nipple in her mouth, and Jess moaned, trembling inside with the need for release.

The stolen kisses and furtive caresses she’d made do with during her mum’s visit had been enjoyable enough, but Jess desperately needed to get down and dirty with a lover; to fuck and be fucked. This day in London was exactly what the doctor ordered, and she intended to be utterly sated by the time they got home.

After lavishing attention on Jessica’s tits, Rachel and Dom kissed again… and this time, Jess joined her tongue to theirs.

A long moment later, Dominique broke away, her eyes flashing with lust. “Well, ladies, it seems we’re dispensing with the small talk, so let’s get this party started.” Dropping to her knees, she took the tip of the flesh-coloured dildo Jess was sporting into her mouth, then its entire length. Jess was shocked by how much of it disappeared down the woman’s throat.

As Dom lavished attention on the silicone cock, Jess turned to Rachel. “Why don’t you get our guest properly warmed up for us, lover?”

Getting down on all fours, Rachel reached beneath the PVC dress to finger her friend’s cunt. Once she was satisfied that Dominique was well lubricated enough, she brought her hand to her mouth, purring like a contented cat as she savoured the taste of pussy – always familiar, yet so enticingly different.

Jess reached down to touch Dom’s shoulder. “Shall we?” she murmured, gesturing toward the bed.

“Thought you’d never ask,” the Asian woman replied.

As Dominique stood, Jess took hold of the zip, tugging it down to expose the woman’s bare breasts, then her belly, then her impeccably shaved mons. Fuck – she’s a right stunner, Jess mused. Bet she’s got a fit arse, too.

With a gentle nudge, Jess pushed Dom back on the bed. As the petite lesbian lay back, gazing up at the imposing goddess towering over her, Jess went to her knees and parted Dom’s legs. She took a moment to admire the woman’s baby-smooth cunt, then bent to press her mouth into the hot, juicy labia.

It had been ages since Jess tasted a new lover’s pussy, and she was determined to enjoy it. Bringing her tongue into play, she licked from clitoris to anus as she dipped two fingers in and out of Dominique’s cunt, coaxing forth a steady flow of honey. In her peripheral vision she saw Rachel bend down to kiss her old friend, then drift downward to take a taut nipple between her lips.

Getting to her feet, Jessica mounted Dom, placing the tip of the strap-on against the opening to the sexy Asian’s vagina, then bent down to share a messy kiss with her. They swapped tongues for a long, lovely while, then Jess broke away, carefully easing the full nine inches of the dildo into her new lover.

“M-my, aren’t you eager!” Dom gasped as Jessica abruptly began to withdraw the silicone cock, then she moaned as it entered her again. Seated on the bed next to the coupling women, Rachel watched the glistening sex toy move in and out with each thrust of her partner’s hips. After a dozen or so strokes, she swung a leg over Dominique’s head, lowering her pussy to the brunette’s waiting mouth.

Jess made the tempo of the fucking harder; faster. Rachel leaned forward to engage her in a torrid kiss, humming her approval when Dom’s hot, sucking mouth got to work down below.

Maintaining a steady rhythm, Jessica varied the depth and angle of penetration until she sensed both her lovers approaching orgasm – then she increased the force of her thrusts, working her body like a piston until Dominique went off, screaming into Rachel’s cunt.

As Jess withdrew her cock, Rachel dismounted Dom’s face, then bent down to sample and savour the pussy nectar from her friend’s lips. With a happy sigh, Dominique responded, wrapping both arms round Rachel’s body as their kiss deepened.

Jess carefully stood, taking a moment to stretch her back and legs, the dildo still angling from her groin. The glistening toy caught Rachel’s eye, and she hastened to take it into her mouth..

Once she’d cleaned it of Dominique’s essence, Rachel grinned at the others. “Christ almighty, I do love the taste of pussy.”

By then, Dom had raised herself up on both elbows. “My goodness… Now, that was a very impressive welcome. Time for me to return the favour, I’d say.”

“Well, you and I have had ours,” Rachel murmured. “On the other hand, Jess is probably panting for it by now.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a good hard shag,” said Jessica. Unbuckling the harness, she handed the strap-on apparatus to Rachel.

“Oh, I’ve got something a little different in mind. Dom, love, I think we should give Jess her first taste of DP action.”

“Just the job!” Dom said, sitting up. “Count me in.”

Jessica’s brow furrowed. “Um… DP?”

“Double penetration,” Rachel answered, placing a hand on her lover’s shoulder. “Basically, we fuck you in your cunt and arse at the same time. We touched on that back at Dom’s shop. Think you’re up for it now?”

Glancing from one woman to the other, Jess was at a loss for words for a moment. Finally, she shrugged. “Why not? Let’s do this.”

“You won’t be sorry, love.” Rachel turned to her friend. “Which side of Jess do you want, Dom – her front, or her back?”

“I’ll take the front,” Dominique replied. “I like kissing my lovers when I fuck them.”

Rachel handed her the strap-on Jess had just removed. “In that case, you’d better use this one. It’s too big for back door action.”

Dom pointed to her bag. “Take a look in there. You’ll find just what you need.”

Opening the leather satchel, Rachel rooted around for a moment, then produced another set of straps, this one accompanied by a smaller cock – about six inches. She stepped into the harness and deftly fastened it about her waist as Dom did the same.

They stood before a wide-eyed Jess, who shook her head. “Bloody hell, the things I do for love…”

Rachel snickered. “Believe me, this is the kind of love you’ll feel right down to your fucking toes.” Turning to Dominique, she gestured toward the bed, “Your move, I think.”

Dom climbed onto the bed and stretched out on her back again, the dildo arching up from her pelvis like a flesh-coloured rocket, all but inviting Jess to mount it. She moved to straddle the smaller woman, placed the bulbous head at her opening, then slowly lowered herself, the silicone cock sliding into her with a juicy squishing sound.

“Oh, yes,” Jessica moaned, a shiver twitching through her limbs. She peered up at Rachel. “Okay, I’m – I’m ready now. G-give it to me, lover.”

“Serving it up, nice and hot,” Rachel murmured. The difference in height made it tricky, but then Jess finally bent to kiss Dom as Rachel eased the black, veined dildo into her partner’s arse. The two women quickly fell into a mutual rhythm and pace, and were soon pounding Jess relentlessly.

It felt incredible, Jess decided. There was a certain amount of pain, but the sheer ecstasy of taking it in both holes at once made up for it and then some. She fought against coming, wanting to ride this out as long and far as possible, but the rising storm soon grew too powerful to withstand.

“Oh, God… OH GOD!” she howled, her body gone bone-rigid for an instant, then it shook violently as she went off in the mother of all orgasms. Her voice rose to a squeal, then she collapsed atop Dominique, lost to the world.

Somewhere through the static clouding her brain, Jess heard Rachel’s voice. “Fuck me… I think we broke her!”

“I bloody well hope not,” Dom said, pausing to nuzzle Jessica’s neck. “The evening’s still young, and I plan to keep this pussy party going until the wee hours.”

Jessica’s eyes popped open. “Well, I won’t be the one to put a stop to the festivities,” she declared, rolling off Dom’s body and onto her back. Languidly stretching her limbs, she added, “Who’s for it next?”

In truth, she was fairly knackered after that incredible two-way shag, but Jess was determined to keep up with her companions, to wring every possible ounce of pleasure out of this overnight getaway. “C’mere, you two,” she purred, extending her arms. They met in a three-way kiss, allowing it to linger.

Dom eventually pulled away, shrugging out of her half-removed dress. “Best get out of those new things, ladies. Don’t want them getting ripped when things get really wild.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “As opposed to the innocent games we’ve been indulging in thus far,” she said, but did as her friend suggested, slipping out of her basque.

Kicking off her high heels, pausing for a moment to rub her feet, Jess said, “Don’t forget, Dominique… you were going to tell me all Rachel’s naughty secrets. I suspect her past is much wilder than she led me to believe.”

“I didn’t want to scare you off before I could get in your knickers, love,” Rachel protested, but with a smile.

Now nude, Dom stretched out on the bed, placing both hands behind her head. “I first met Rachel in a dyke bar in Soho,” she began. “The Pink Pocket, to be specific. I was looking to get fucked, and she was in town for… what was it, Rach? A restaurateurs convention?”

“Oh, something like that,” Rachel replied with a shrug. “I checked into the hotel, but didn’t attend any of those wretched seminars. I only came to visit The Pocket. I’d heard it was the hottest lesbian hangout in London… and that’s when I was getting into women in a big way.”

Dom laughed. “That’s our Rachel… nothing in moderation! Anyhow, I introduced myself, then we went back to her hotel and fucked like minks. She and I have been mates ever since.” Casually placing a hand on her vulva, she continued. “And after that? Hmmm, let me see…”

She went on to describe their clandestine meetings, the sex parties they’d both attended, a foursome they had enjoyed with two butch bikers (“I could barely sit down for a week afterward!” Rachel confessed), even a sex toy demonstration where Dominique had volunteered to be tied up and fucked before an audience of enthusiastic housewives, Rachel very much included.

In the midst of this, Rachel’s husband Brian had come to the conclusion that his preference for men was too strong for him to remain married. “I couldn’t even tempt him into a threesome with another bloke,” she sighed. “Well, at least he wasn’t a complete shit like your ex, Jess. I still dream of giving him a swift kick in the bollocks.”

“So what about you, Jess?” Dominique asked. “Any juicy secrets of your own?”

“Oh, Jessica was a model of suburban perfection,” said Rachel, affecting a posh air.

“Until you came along, that is.” Turning to Dom, Jess said, “She corrupted me with pornography when I was vulnerable… then when she stuffed her tongue in my mouth, I was done for. Another victim of the gay agenda, that was me!”

“You wanted it, you slag. It takes two to tango, after all.”

Dom sat up. “The tango, is it? Don’t know about you lot, but I’ve got a far more wicked dance in mind.” She lunged out for Rachel, forcing her down to the bed. “I haven’t tasted your cunt in ages.”

Rachel spread her legs wide apart. “See if it’s as good as you remember.”

Jess was content to watch at first, gently masturbating as she watched Dominique go down on her lover. Then Rachel urged Dom to swivel round into a sixty-nine, and the view of the petite Asian’s arse proved too much for Jess to resist. Climbing onto the bed, Jess spread Dom’s buttocks and began to lick her anus.

It was thirsty work, though, so she paused after a moment. “I think this calls for champagne,” she said, almost to herself. Without waiting for a response, she rose to check the drinks menu, then dialled room service from the bedside phone.

She returned to the bed, where they swapped around to form a daisy chain – Dominique got her first taste of Jessica, while Jess ate Rachel, who was licking Dom.

A few minutes later, there was a knock. Jess slid off the bed, padding toward the door. “That must be room service.” Peeking through the spy hole, she turned back to the others. “It’s a girl… a cute one!”

“Are you two thinking what I’m thinking?” Rachel murmured.

“Oooh, I like, I like,” cooed Dominique.

Jess grasped the doorknob. “Carry on, you two – let’s give her a real show!”

Dom and Rachel hastily got back into their sixty-nine as Jess opened the door. Poking her head round the gap, Jess saw a young girl with pixie-cut blonde hair, perhaps in her late teens, dressed in a black and white maid’s uniform. The girl bore a tray that held a bottle in an ice bucket and three champagne flutes.

Gesturing the girl inside, Jess pointed to the dressing table. “Can you put it over there, please?”

The girl passed Jess without looking and walked straight to the dresser, but the ice bucket nearly slid off the tray as she saw the sex toys on the table. She managed to set the tray down, then gasped when she looked into the mirror, startled by the sight of Rachel and Dominique making love. She spun round, only to find a naked Jess right behind.

The flustered maid was glancing from Jess to the lovers on bed, finally staring at the floor. Her cheeks flushed a vivid pink as she stammered, “Sorry, I didn’t… I mean, um …”

Dominique twisted her head round to wink at the girl, and Rachel stopped eating Dom’s cunt long enough to exclaim, “Don’t mind us!” then returned to licking.

Gesturing to get the maid’s attention, Jess murmured, “Would you mind opening the bottle, please?”

Somehow, the young girl’s cheeks reddened even more. “Erm, yes. Of course.”

She turned back to the dresser, but her eyes kept flicking back to the mirror as she lifted the bottle from the ice, wrapped a large white napkin round it and fumbled with the foil and wire muselet, then struggled with the cork. As it pulled free with a loud pop, noises of impending climax came from the bed.

The champagne began to erupt, splashing the girl’s sleeve and the dresser before she managed to stop the flow with the napkin. Taking a deep breath, she carefully poured some into a glass. “S-sorry about the mess,” she whispered.

Jess smiled kindly. “That’s okay, sweetie… we won’t tell anyone.”

The girl filled the other two flutes, then placed the bottle back into the bucket. She stole a glance at the bed, just in time to see the two lovers separating, then lying back, legs akimbo to expose their juicy cunts.

Jess reached out to gently touch the maid’s arm. “Thank you, love. I hear a trace of an accent, don’t I? May I ask where you’re from?”

“Slovenia, Madam.”

“You’re very pretty, you know. I bet you have lots of boys asking you out.”

“N-not really, Madam.”

“Or maybe girls?”

The maid clearly didn’t know where to direct her eyes – at the women on the bed, the beautiful tall redhead standing naked only inches away, or her own feet. “No, Madam. I mean… I do not have so much time to go on dates. Here, we must work many hours.”

“Mmm, that’s a shame. A lovely young girl like you should be having fun.” In her most sultry voice, she added, “Like we are.”

“Taking one last sideways glance at the bed, the maid began to edge toward the door. “Um, I must…”

Jess raised her hand. “Hold on… I’ll get you your tip.”

“Oh… there is no need, Madam.”

“Nonsense! I insist. Just let me get my purse…”

As Jess picked up her bag from the chair where she’d left it, she made a point of bending low, giving the girl an especially lewd view of her bum. In the meantime, Rachel and Dominique got out of bed, padding over to the dresser to get their champagne. The girl seemed more nervous than ever, trying to find something to focus on that wasn’t bare skin.

Jess returned to the maid’s side with her purse, from which she took a £20 note. “Here you are… what’s your name?”

“Valentina, Madam.”

“That’s lovely… it suits you. Well, here you are, Valentina.”

A faint smile broke across the girl’s face as her eyes slightly widened, surprised by this woman’s generosity. “Thank you, madam. Thank you.”

Dominique sidled near her. “You know… we could give you more than a tip. Much more.” She ran a finger along one of the dildos. “We could show you a night you’d never forget.”

The girl reddened. ‘I… I d-don’t…”

“Now, now, Dominique. Don’t frighten her.” Jess turned back to Valentina. “I apologise for my friend. That said… if you’re interested, we could give you a taste of the fun you’ve been missing. What time do you finish?”

Valentina hesitated, then whispered, “In half of an hour.”

“Well, then… once you’ve clocked out, why don’t you join us?”

“I – I don’t know. I have to get home. My flatmate, she is expecting me.”

“You could tell her you had a customer service emergency. I think you liked watching my friends, and I suspect you’re more than a little curious. You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?”

“No,” Valentina replied, looking away.

“Well, this is a golden opportunity for you to try it. It’s an experience every woman should have at least once – and I guarantee you’ll enjoy yourself.” Jess lightly touched a fingertip under the girl’s chin. “Won’t you think about it, at least…?”

Valentina, still visibly nervous, answered, “I d-don’t know. Maybe. Uh, I must get back to work now.” Hastening to the door, she opened it and slipped out into the hallway, taking one last over her shoulder before vanishing.

Before Jess closed the door, she watched as the maid hurried down the corridor. Turning to the others, she said, “Do you think she’ll be back?”

“Oh, my God… we are soooo awful!” Rachel exclaimed, pressing both hands to her head. “Especially you, Jessica Matthews!”

“Listen, compared to your sordid past, I’m only making up for lost time.” Falling back onto the bed, Jess put her sex on full display. “After that, I’m ready for another round. Who’ll do the honours?”

Taking their glasses and the bottle, Rachel and Dom moved back to the bed. There, they teamed up to have their way with Jess, orally servicing her cunt and arse until she shivered in ecstasy, muffing her screams with a snatched-up pillow.

A brief rest later, the three women engaged in a general free-for-all, making liberal use of the sex toys from Dominique’s store – including a few others Dom had packed along in her satchel.

As they lay side by side, Jess picked up her watch from the bedside table. Forty-five minutes had passed since the maid’s departure.

“Hmmm… no Valentina,” she said. “We must have scared her off.”

“A pity,” Dom said. “Still, there’s plenty of fun we can have. But first, I’ve got to spend a penny.” Getting to her feet, she made her way to the bathroom.

Jess turned to Rachel. “I’m so glad we did this, Rach. What we have at home is beautiful… but it’s been much too long since you and I have had time for us.” She smiled. “Which isn’t to say that we won’t be shagging the arses off our girls at the first opportunity.”

“I love you, Jess,” Rachel whispered.

“And I love you.” Drifting into an embrace, they kissed – starting slowly and sensually, soon building into a lusty fervour.

When they heard a light tap on the door, Rachel and Jess broke apart, looking at the door, then each other, too surprised to move. A heartbeat later, Dom emerged from the bathroom, halting in mid-step when she saw their faces. “What?” she said.

“A knock!” Rachel hissed. “Answer it, answer it!”

Dom hurried to the door, opening it just in time to see Valentina turning away. “Please, do come in!” she quickly said. “We were beginning to think you wouldn’t come back.”

The girl had changed out of her uniform, but she looked exquisite in a short denim skirt and vest-top with a light jacket, and a pair of tan flats. She stood stock-still for a moment, perhaps weighing her options. Opening the door a bit wider, Dom gestured to her to enter.

Valentina slowly stepped across the threshold, first taking a quick glance in either direction of the corridor. As she advanced into the room, Dominique gently closed the door behind her. Valentina flinched ever so slightly, as if her avenue of escape had been cut off.

Looking up, Valentina spoke. “I… I was soon to go home to my flat, but…” She fell silent.

This won’t do, Jess told herself. We’ve got to put this girl at ease.

Luckily, Dominique knew what to say. Placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, she spoke in a soothing tone. “Don’t worry, love – we understand. You want to see what it’s like to be with a woman, perhaps even try it for yourself… but you’re feeling a bit shy, aren’t you?” Valentina gave a quick nod. “There’s nothing at all wrong with that. In fact, I think it’s very sweet.” Reaching out, Dom took the young Slovenian’s hand. “So… can I take your jacket? And everything else you’re wearing?”

Valentina gaped at Dominique for a moment… then she laughed, her tension easing slightly.

Placing a hand on the girl’s back, Dom urged her further into the room. “My name is Dominique, Dom for short. As for my friends… the brunette with those incredible tits is my old friend Rachel, and the gorgeous redhead is her lover Jessica. I only met Jess today, but we’ve been getting to know one another.”

“I am happy to meet all of you,” Valentina began. “It is true, I have never done sex with a woman. But I am… curious, as you say.” She gave a small shrug. “Maybe to love women is right for me.”

“Here, allow me…” Dom took the girl’s bag, then helped her out of the jacket. “Well, Valentina, this much I promise: whether or not you’re meant to be with women, you’ll know the answer before you leave.” With a smile she added, “Me, I think that answer will be ‘yes’. My friends and I are very good teachers.”

She picked up a glass, filled it with the last of the champagne and passed it to the girl. “Here, drink this. I think you could use it.” Hesitantly taking the flute, Valentina downed the contents in a gulp.

Dominique turned to Jess and Rachel, still nestled together on the bed, “Ladies, why don’t you show our new friend what you were doing before she knocked.”

The two lovers returned to sharing heated kisses, fondling each other everywhere they could reach. Soon Jess had a hand between Rachel’s thighs, working two fingers in and out of her partner’s cunt. Rachel was spreading her legs apart, displaying everything for their guest.

Valentina was standing motionless with the empty glass in her left hand, mesmerised. Her cheeks were flushed pink again – though at this point, she seemed more aroused than embarrassed.

Dom sidled up to the girl. Plucking the glass from her hand and setting it on the table, she slipped an arm round Valentina’s waist. “Have you ever kissed another girl, at least?”

Valentina shook her head. “Not that way,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze from Rachel and Jess as they made love.

“But you are here now., That’s because you’ve thought about it. You’re wondering what it’s like to kiss soft lips, to feel them caress your body. You want to stroke a woman’s skin, to feel the heat between her legs. You want to taste a woman… and have her taste you.”

Valentina turned to Dom, biting her lower lip. The girl’s steel-blue eyes portrayed confusion, longing, excitement. “Yes,” she said, her voice soft as a prayer. “Yes… I want to.” Her eyes slowly drifted shut.

Dominique allowed her hand to drift down Valentina’s back until she was stroking the young Slovenian’s bum. Meeting no resistance, Dom reached up to place her other hand on the front of the girl’s vest, pleased to realise she’d removed a bra. She fondled Valentina’s breast, then trailed the other hand upward to cup the girl’s chin, finally drawing her in for a kiss.

It was feather-light at first, and their mouths barely touched. Then Dominique made the kiss more insistent, the tip of her tongue darting between the dazed teen’s lips. Valentina froze for an instant, then began to respond, her own tongue timidly coming to life.

As Valentina slowly succumbed to this more insistent kiss, Dom found the zip on the back of the girl’s skirt and carefully started to lower it, half-expecting a hint of resistance. There was none – instead, she felt Valentina’s arms twine round her bare back. Emboldened, Dominique reached for the strap of the maid’s vest and pushed it off her shoulder, then tugged the thin cotton material down to expose Valentina’s breasts. Abruptly breaking the kiss, Dom dipped her head to take a hardened nipple between her lips.

When a violent shiver passed through the teen’s frame, Dom gave the zip one final tug, and the skirt slid down to ring Valentina’s ankles. As if on automatic pilot, the girl stepped out of the skirt, then the flats, leaving her in the vest and a pair of skimpy blue knickers.

Dominique slipped a hand beneath the vest, then gently scraped a red lacquered fingernail down Valentina’s torso until she was touching the front of her panties. A low moan escaped Valentina’s lips as Dom’s finger brushed against the material, then pressed it into the cleft of her vagina.

Jess and Rachel paused in their lovemaking to watch, fondling one another as Dominique casually seduced their guest. “She’s beautiful,” Jess whispered. “Mmm, those legs. Wouldn’t you like to have them wrapped round your head?”

Before Rachel could reply, Valentina’s eyes drifted open, widening when she saw the two lovers studying her. The girl paled slightly, as if realising for the first time what she’d let herself in for, but then she gave Jess and Rachel a timid smile… and a brief nod.

That was enough for Jessica. Rising to her feet, she approached Valentina, Rachel close behind, the teen glancing from one to the other as they flanked her on either side. Rachel and Dom took hold of the vest and tugged it over her head, then Dom draped it over the back of a nearby chair before returning to the girl’s breasts. She extended her tongue to flick a taut nipple… and this time, Valentina reached out to cradle the petite Asian’s head to her chest. Her eyes met those of Rachel, who drew the girl in for a kiss that quickly grew heated.

Jess knelt before the nearly-naked Valentina, bent on stripping her off completely. Taking hold of the waistband, she slowly tugged the teen’s panties down to her feet, then helped remove them completely, gazing hungrily at Valentina’s cunt. Her bush was thick and full, not quite concealing pink labia, and the scent was thick, rich and intoxicating.

As if hypnotised, Jessica moved in to nuzzle the girl’s belly, pausing to playfully tease her belly button with a flick of the tongue, then trailed a long lick downward to her vaginal cleft. She opened Valentina’s slit with two fingers, then buried her mouth in the juicy flesh.

“Ohhh!” Valentina cried. “Oh, yes…”

Jess thrust her tongue into the girl’s opening, rolled it around a few times, then stood to be confronted by a very dazed young maid. Rachel was nibbling Valentina’s neck, so it was time for Jess to claim a kiss, giving the teen a taste of her own pussy. Valentina responded eagerly, licking her essence from her new friend’s lips.

When Jess broke away, she glanced at her friends inquisitively, grinning when she saw agreement in their eyes. As one, they gently guided Valentina onto the bed, urging her to lie back. She lay looking up at the three women as they carefully sat; one on each side, one between her open legs.

Jess bent slightly to whisper, “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

The girl seemed slightly overwhelmed, but gave a hesitant nod. “I… think so. Yes, I am.”

Lightly touching Valentina’s face, Jess bent to kiss her as Rachel lavished attention on the girl’s breasts. As for Dominique, she nestled between the teen’s legs, moving in to lick.

At the first touch of Dom’s skilled tongue, Valentina stiffened, then began to rock her body forward and back. She was already so worked up that her orgasm came down like a thunderstorm before two minutes had passed. But Dom kept right on licking the girl, so Jess and Rachel continued to pleasure her as well. And when Rachel slipped a hand between Valentina’s legs to tweak her clitoris, she cried out in a second climax, one so strong that for an instant, Jess wondered if the teen was having a seizure.

Valentina’s body was bowed, her jaw clenched, breath hissing through gritted teeth… then with a long, blissful sigh, she relaxed, sinking into the dampened sheets. After a long moment, she opened her eyes, looking up to see the smiling faces of her three lovers.

Rachel stroked the girl’s cheek. “My goodness… I’d say you were saving that one up!”

Gasping for breath, Valentina managed to say. “What – what did you do to me? That was… I have never felt something like that.”

The women exchanged amused glances. “Have you ever been with a boy?” Dominique asked.

“I… I had only two boyfriends back home, and I have b-been once with a man since I first come to England, but they were, how do you say it – quick, and did not make me… finish. The English man, he, er, used his mouth on me. It was good, but nothing like this.”

Jess bent to kiss the tip of Valentina’s nose. “Well, my little Slovenian princess, that was only a taste of what women can do with other women. We aren’t done with you yet!”

The girl furrowed her brow. “There is more? Um, I don’t know if I can do more.”

“Believe me, you can,” Dom purred. “Just wait. We’ll have you panting for it!”

A tiny smile. “Well, if you are sure…”

Following Dominique’s lead, Jess and Rachel began to caress Valentina everywhere, their fingers feather-light on her bare skin. Then they brought their mouths into play, adorning her with tender kisses on her arms, legs, feet, tummy, shoulders, hands.

By the time the three women took their foreplay to the next level – nibbling her ears, sucking her fingers, fondling her pert bum – Valentina was squirming restlessly, her cunt dripping with need. Still, they kept teasing the girl, fuelling her arousal to fever pitch.

“Please,” she finally whispered.

“Please?” Dom queried, pretending confusion. “What do you mean?”

“M-make me finish!” Valentina exclaimed. “I… I am panting for it, like you say.”

They set to work, each feasting on their guest’s cunt in turn, soon bringing her to another roaring climax. She actually blacked out for a few seconds before regaining consciousness in a blissful daze.

By the time Valentina caught her breath, she was in a giddy, glorious mood. Dominique asked her, “So, my sweet, are you ready to show us what you’ve learned…?”

“Yes!” Valentina quickly replied, shaking the bed as she bounced with excitement. “Yes, I will. I want to!”

Jess was first. She sat back against the stacked pillows, watching Valentina kneel between her legs.

“I never saw a woman so close,” the teen murmured, stroking Jessica’s cunt with the tips of her fingers. Looking up, she added, “You are beautiful, Jess,” and placed a shy kiss on the shaved slit. She paused to sample the flavour, then parted her lips, moving in for a proper taste.

Valentina’s first attempt at oral showed more intuition than skill, but her eagerness to please was more than enough to have Jess mewling with delight. Another convert to the cause, she told herself.

Dominique knelt behind the young immigrant, parting her buttocks, then licking between them. Valentina gave a hum of approval, but didn’t pause in her licking. Her juices were flowing freely, and Dom used them to moisten a finger before easing it into the girl’s rectum. A muffled cry burst from Valentina’s lips, and she raised her head to gulp down a deep breath before getting back to work.

Rachel was kissing Jess with every ounce of passion she had, pulling away at one point to whisper, “You beautiful bitch… my God, I fucking adore you,” before claiming her lover’s mouth again.

Seconds later, Valentina took Jessica’s swollen clit between her lips – that, coupled with Rachel’s words,  was enough to set Jess off like a firebomb. She bucked and thrashed about as her orgasm built to its apex, then went slack as it slowly waned, giving herself up to its blissful aftermath. She reached down to pat Valentina’s shoulder.

The teen responded by climbing on top of Jess to join her and Rachel in a torrid three-way kiss, swapping the tangy flavour of cunt between them. Drawing back, she shyly asked, “Was that… good?”

Breaking into a grin, Jess wrapped both arms around Valentina, hugging her close. “You were wonderful, love. Are you sure you’ve never gone down on a woman before?”

“No, never,” the maid replied, her face glowing with pride. “But I will again, this is for sure. I loved it!” She smiled at Rachel. “I want to – to do things with you now, give you those feelings.” Twisting around, she met the eyes of Dominique, whose finger was still buried in Valentina’s arse. “I will fuck you, too. All of you!” she declared, then broke into gleeful laughter.

“Oh, I think we can oblige,” Rachel purred, leaning back against the headboard. “Me, I’d like to see you shag Dom with the longest, thickest prick she’s got in that magic bag of hers.”

“I have just the thing,” Dominique murmured. Carefully extracting her finger from Valentina’s anus, she padded over to her bag and rummaged inside. “We’ve got a new line of strap-ons, named after Shakespeare plays. They come in three sizes. The eight-incher is called As You Like It, the ten-inch is The Merry Wives of Windsor, and then there’s this…” She produced a massive silicone cock that had to be at least twelve inches long. “The Taming of the Shrew..”

“Let me guess,” Rachel said. “The two-incher is “Much Ado About Nothing.”

“I passed on that one,” Dom replied. Turning to Valentina, she proffered the toy. “How about it, Val? Care to fuck me with this?”

Sitting up, Valentina hesitantly reached out to take the strap-on, which she cradled in both hands. “Yes,” she said, getting to her feet. “You will show me how, and I will fuck you.”

“That’s the spirit!” Dom said. “Here, I’ll help. It’s always tricky, the first time.” She fastened the harness around Valentina’s waist.

“It is so big, though! You are sure it is not too much?”

“Perfectly sure.” Dominique fiddled with the straps until the black phallus was in place, jutting proudly.

“Ha! Look at me,” the teen announced. “I have a willy!” She thrust her hips, making the toy dance.

“Bravo!” Rachel cried, breaking into applause.

“Goodness me,” said an awed Jess. “So, Dom… you really can take all of that? It’s practically bigger than you!”

“Just watch me,” said Dominique. Getting down on her knees, she sucked the cock into her mouth, then licked it up and down before guiding Valentina back to the bed. Jess and Rachel vacated their places to make room. They seated themselves together in an overstuffed chair, Rachel nestling into Jessica’s lap.

Dom climbed onto the bed, presenting her cunt and arse to Valentina. “I’m ready,” she said. “Do me as hard as you like. No matter how rough you get, take it from me – I’ve had it rougher.”

“Okay.” Valentina positioned herself behind the petite Asian, the massive prick in one hand – but she seemed to be distracted by the explicit view she had of Dominique’s sex. Drawing closer, she inhaled, breathing in the scent – then suddenly buried her mouth in the woman’s pussy, her tongue darting forth to lick.

“Ohhh!” Dom gasped, caught by surprise. “God, that’s…” Her voice trailed off into a low moan.

Bobbing up, Valentina rested a hand on Dominique’s hip. “I wanted to – to taste you. Before we fuck.”

A happy sigh. “No complaints, love…”

The teen was biting her lower lip, eyes narrowed in concentration as she lined the bulbous cock head against the opening of Dom’s vagina.

“Yessss…!” Dom hissed. “Go into me.” A loud, lusty cry broke from her as Valentina did just that, entering the older woman with one smooth stroke.

Valentina began to pump her hips – slowly at first, then quickly accelerating. Before a minute had passed, Dom was moving in time with the teen’s strokes, panting, “Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesYES!” Their bodies shifted into frantic motion as the force and tempo of Valentina’s thrusts grew increasingly frenzied.

“Bloody hell,” Rachel muttered. “This girl’s a natural.”

“Too true,” said Jess, idly cupping her lover’s breasts. “I’ve got a feeling her days with men are done.”

By then, Dominique was clawing at the sheets, reduced to animal noises. Her petite frame jerked each time Valentina drove that enormous cock into her, making hard slapping noises when her belly met Dom’s buttocks. Soon those cries mounted into screams as Dom went off in a convulsive orgasm, trailing off as she toppled over onto her side.

Rachel pushed herself up from Jessica’s lap and padded over to the bed, working two fingers into her cunt. She withdrew them, then offered her hand to Valentina. “Here… have a taste.”

The girl licked at Rachel’s wet fingers, then sucked them clean, humming with pleasure. “You taste good, I think,” she finally said, “but I will need a better taste to know for sure.”

“Oooohh… I like you, Valentina,” Rachel cooed. Twining her arms round the teen, Rachel captured her mouth in a deep tongue kiss.

Meanwhile, Jess had crept onto the bed, eying the glistening cock still fastened round Valentina’s waist. “Speaking of tasting…” she murmured, then took the toy into her mouth.

Slowly rolling onto her back, Dominique stretched her limbs, then sat up. “Ahh. Ready for more, are we?” She embraced Rachel from behind, moving in to nibble her friend’s neck.

After another hour of intense sex play, the four women snuggled together on the bed, completely sated and resting from their labours.

Jess leaned over to kiss Valentina’s cheek. “Well, I hope you had fun, love. We certainly did!”

The girl slowly nodded, deep in thought. “It was very incredible, yes. No man ever made me feel anything like this. But I am now confused. Does this mean I am a lesbian?”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart. Me, I’ve only been gay for a few months. All I know is that I’ll never go back to being with a man again.”

Rachel kissed Valentina’s other cheek. “And when Jess and I come back to London for another shopping trip, we’ll let you know. Maybe next time, you can bring a friend.”

“Perhaps my roommate,” Valentina said. “She is not happy with her man, I know that.” She smiled. “You would like Mika. She is very beautiful. I think, maybe, I want to make love with her myself.” Glancing at the clock, she said, “Thank you all for giving me such a good time… but I must go now to catch my train home.”

Dom sat up. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“Yes, in the afternoon.”

“Well, we can’t have you travelling alone this late. I live nearby, so you’re coming home with me.” As the girl considered her offer, Dominique added, “Really, I insist. Anyway, I’m not quite done with you yet. I think we have time for some more fun. Come, now; my friends have to get some sleep – they’re catching the train home first thing tomorrow.”

“All right,” Valentina said. Getting up, she began to dress, her eyes widening as she took in the sexy ensemble Dominique was slipping into.

“You like? I have many things like this at home,” Dom said. “You can try some of them on.”

Once Valentina and Dominique were finished dressing, they turned to their nude friends. Hugs, kisses and words of affection were shared round, along with promises to get together again.

“We should leave by the kitchen door,” Valentina said. “I would not want to be seen by my boss. He would have questions. Why I am here after my shift, why am I not wearing my uniform…”

“Lead on, then, love,” Dominique replied. They left arm in arm, waving goodbye. The door snicked shut.

“Should we turn in, then?” asked Rachel. “Or do you need to unwind first?”

Jessica scoffed. “If I unwind any more, I’ll fall apart completely.” Shambling into the bathroom to get out her toothbrush, she added, “By the way, you should know that I’ve lost all feeling in my vagina.”

“The wages of sin, my love,” Rachel said, joining Jess before the mirror. “Or perhaps it’s God’s way of saying you’ve enjoyed yourself too much.” She began to wash her face with a striped flannel.

“Ha bloody ha,” Jess replied through a mouthful of toothpaste.

They finished their ablutions in silence, then returned to the bed, straightening the covers before slipping beneath them.

Turning to face Jessica, Rachel wrapped both arms around her lover. “I told you we’d have fun.”

“So we did,” Jess agreed. “It won’t be easy, will it? Going back to the drab, mundane world of sex with our daughters.”

“Oh, we’ll soldier on somehow,” Rachel sighed, unable to restrain a grin.

Jess switched off the bedside lamp, and they shared a lingering kiss before settling down for the night.

On to Chapter Forty-One!