Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far, since the last chapter posted what seems like ages ago. (To get a more detailed summary of the first 30 chapters, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Deep breath. Here goes…

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 is struggling with her feelings about the whole affair.

Recently, Jess took her daughters to visit an acquaintance, Stella, for an afternoon barbecue. Stella’s twin daughters Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her girls, while Stella and Jessica’s daughter Alice immediately sensed a powerful attraction to one another.

As it transpires, Stella is a member 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, Stella is looking to make her a member. She has taken a careful first step by inviting Jessica’s oldest girl Alice to a sleepover with her own daughters, which resulted in — surprise, surprise — a four-way orgy.

While this takes place, Jessica’s sister Laura drops by for a long-awaited visit, where she admits to having a crush on Jess since they were teenagers. That evening, they finally come together as lovers.

The next morning, all the girls except for come home from a sleepover at Rachel’s place, where they’d gone to give Jess and Laura some privacy for their first time. Now they’re ready to party with the grownups. And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. (Actually, we begin with the last scene of the previous chapter, to get you guys up to speed.) Read on…

 

by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

Prologue

Laura’s head rested on the bed and her arse jutted up and out, presenting Jess with a mouthwatering view. Spreading her sister open with both hands, she leaned in and took a long slow lick, trailing her tongue from the tip of Laura’s clit to the pucker of her anus. Bringing her fingers into play, she slipped two into the juicy cunt, kissing her sibling’s rosebud like a lover’s mouth.

As Laura’s juices began to flow, she was startled to hear the familiar voice of Katie calling out, “Mum, we’re ho-ome!”

Raising her face from Laura’s bum, Jess called, “We’re up here.”

Laura pulled away, searching round for something to cover herself with – but Jess gripped her shoulder, the fingers of the other hand still sheathed in Laura’s pussy. “No, you don’t. Stay where you are. This party’s just beginning, little sister.”

Laura meekly submitted to Jessica’s will, though still reluctant to be caught in this situation. They heard the thunder of steps up the stairs before Katie and Poppy appeared in the doorway.

Jess gave her daughters a big smile. “Morning, girls. I didn’t expect you this early!”

The girls giggled, but before they could answer, Rachel appeared behind them. “They woke me up at the crack of dawn,” she said. “Bet you can guess how.”

“Oh, I’ve been awakened that way myself, believe you me!” Jess replied with a chuckle.

Rachel tilted her head slightly, intrigued by the view of Jessica’s sister – naked, on all fours, looking back over her shoulder with flushed cheeks. “Hello Laura,” she purred. “So nice to see you again. Guess I don’t need to ask how last night went.”

As Jess withdrew from her sister’s cunt, Laura slowly turned round and carefully seated herself on the bed, forcing herself to make eye contact with her sister’s lover. Lustful desire was clearly written on Rachel’s face.

Jess padded over to her daughters, giving each a brief but lustful kiss on the mouth. Both little girls responded in a similar way – licking their lips, enjoying the familiar flavour of Auntie Laura’s cunt. As she straightened, Jessica was about to kiss Rachel, but a wicked idea popped into her head. She turned to see Laura staring at them, arms covering her breasts as she sat quietly, still uncertain of how to react.

Turning back to Rachel, Jess offered two pussy-coated fingers to her lover. Rachel drew them into her mouth and sucked the nectar from them, all the while staring at Laura, who shivered at the sight.

Jessica gestured toward the bed. “Care to join us, Rach?”

“There’s nothing I’d like more. Unfortunately,” she sighed, “I have to be at work in half an hour. I finish early this afternoon, though, so what if I come back then? In the meantime, I could return the favour and send over a couple of young cuties who would love to be a part of this.”

“That sounds wonderful. We’ll keep it hot for you.”

Turning to Katie and Poppy, Rachel knelt before them. “Thank you girls. Last night was lovely.”

Both girls embraced her. Poppy said, “Thanks, Mummy Rachel. It was fun!”

As she stood, Rachel said, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Laura. Much better.”

Laura managed to mumble, “Me too,” giving her sister’s lover a bashful smile.

Blowing kisses, Rachel exited. Jess made to follow, then turned back to the girls. “Well? Don’t keep your auntie waiting, you two.”

“Yay!” they cheered, then Poppy and Katie started stripping off their clothes.

Still nude, Jess walked Rachel downstairs. At the front door, Rachel turned. “So, I assume your evening with Laura went according to plan.”

“There were a couple of moments when I wasn’t sure. I told her everything; it seemed best not to keep secrets. She knows about Sally and Millie, and about Alice, whatever she’s up to at Stella’s place.”

“Getting ravished by the whole family, we hope. How did she take it?”

“Surprisingly well. Oh, by the way, Laura had a surprise of her own to share. She told me that our mother has been on a date with a woman – and sex was definitely involved!”

“Get away! Ann’s taking a walk on the wild side?”

“So I’ve been told. Mum gets back from her cruise in a few days, so I’ll tell her about us. Not everything, obviously.”

“Well, maybe she takes after her daughter. Your mother might just make up the full family set!”

Jess shook her head. “Christ, I can’t even imagine how she’d respond to something like that! No, we have to keep that part of our relationship completely secret.”

“All I know is that Ann is still an amazingly attractive woman,” Rachel murmured, slipping a hand between Jessica’s thighs. “Don’t you dare tell me the idea hasn’t crossed your mind.” Her smile seemed to radiate wickedness.

Her heart racing, Jess twisted away. “I don’t want to talk about that, Rachel. This situation is already crazy enough!”

Knowing she’d gone too far, Rachel drew her lover in for a gentle hug. “Sorry, Jess,” she whispered. “Guess I’m too perverted for my own good, eh?”

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, you cow,” Jess said, then broke their embrace. “You’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on. Remember, you were going to send your girls over. Don’t tell them what it’s about, though – let it be a surprise. And hurry back yourself – soon as you can!” They shared a kiss, then Rachel was gone.

Perching on the arm of the sofa, Jess patiently waited. A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

Jess opened it, mindful of her complete lack of clothing. As she closed the door behind Bella and Cindy, they stared at her, both visibly excited.

“Morning, girls. We have a lovely surprise waiting for you upstairs.”

Chapter 32

Having just been greeted at the front door by a very nude Jess, Rachel’s daughters glanced up the stairs when they heard the familiar squeals of delight from Poppy and Katie, Jessica’s two youngest.

“Well, come on in, girls,” Jess purred. “The party’s started, but there’s plenty of fun yet to come.”

Ten-year-old Cindy’s eyes shone. “Your sister is s’posed to be visiting, right? Auntie Laura’s here?” It was plain to see that she was already recalling the fun she’d had taking part in Laura’s introduction to incest a few weeks back, along with Katie and Poppy.

“That’s right, love. My girls are showing her a very good time, if those noises I hear are anything to go by… and it wouldn’t be the same without you to complete the original set of three!”

“Yeah!” Cindy started to race upstairs, but stopped abruptly three steps up and spun about, racing back down to throw both arms round Jessica’s waist and kiss her tummy, then bounded up the stairs to join the fun.

Bella remained where she was, staring doe-eyed at her mother’s lover.

Jess had a very real effect on the twelve-year-old – different from the love she felt for her own mum and sister, but every bit as intense. Jessica’s daughter Alice had been Bella’s best mate for years before they became real girlfriends, and even back then she admired how stylish Jessica always seemed to be. Not especially surprising, given that the woman ran a boutique.

Now that Bella had fully immersed herself in the pleasures of lesbian sex, she found herself especially smitten by the statuesque redhead. Jessica was often the leading player in Bella’s dirty fantasies. Just two nights ago, she’d rubbed herself into a frenzied climax, pretending Jess was touching her down there.

Bella gazed in awe at the magnificent woman. Even naked, Jessica radiated an inner strength that she yearned to possess for herself.

As for Jess, she’d noticed the longing looks she got from Bella, and the way the girl seemed to cosy up to her whenever both families were spending time together. She reckoned the girl had developed a bit of a crush on her. Rachel had made the odd joke about being jealous of her daughter, but also said, “Honestly, I’m just delighted that she loves you as much as I do.”

It suddenly occurred to Jess that she’d only made love to Bella in group situations. Never one on one, just the two of us. It’s high time I did something about that.

Stepping forward, Jessica cupped the girl’s face in both hands, bending to give her a tender kiss that she immediately made hot and passionate. Belle immediately responded, her tongue joining in the dance.

When Jess broke away, her young lover was left standing on trembling legs, her head tilted back, eyes closed. Then Bella snapped out of her dreamy haze, gaping at the smiling older woman. “Aunt Jess,” she whispered, swaying where she stood. “Please… please kiss me some more.”

Instead, Jessica reached out to touch the twelve-year-old’s blossoming breast through the pale pink velour of her lounge top. With the tip of a finger, she circled a taut nipple, feeling it stiffen through the material. Bella shivered.

“Oh, I’ll kiss you,” Jess murmured, her lips grazing Bella’s ear. “I’ll strip you off and make love to every inch of your beautiful body. But let’s not do that down here.” She gestured toward the staircase. “Shall we?”

A tongue-tied Bella nodded, and Jess took the girl’s hand, leading her up the stairs. As they turned into Jessica’s bedroom, they were greeted by a recreation of the tableau that Alice and Bella had taken their mothers to see a few weeks ago: Jessica’s sister Laura stretched out naked on the bed, a trio of equally bare little girls having their wicked way with her.

Jess leaned against the door frame, enjoying the show. After a moment, she spoke. “Well, I see you’ve finally got over your qualms about fucking our daughters.”

At the sound of her sister’s voice, Laura glanced in Jessica’s direction. She didn’t bother to reply, though – too busy licking the slit of seven-year-old Poppy, who was straddling her face. She saw Jess in the doorway, standing next to a younger version of her sister’s lover. Bella, she reminded herself.

Except for the scene of family debauchery she’d interrupted on her previous visit, it had been months, perhaps over a year, when Laura had last seen Rachel’s eldest daughter, but back then she’d not taken much notice of the bashful girl.

Since her initiation into the family fuck club, Laura was shocked by how readily she’d switched from seeking the attention of older women to studying girls, especially preteens. Once or twice since her seduction at the hand of her nieces, she’d found herself staring at young girls as she passed a school, a bus queue, or at the swimming pool after a gym workout. It unsettled her in a big way, but the desire was there, too intense to ignore.

Jessica spoke. “You remember Bella, sis. I told you she was a real doll, didn’t I? You should see her naked; she’s positively luscious!” Bella turned to beam up at Jess, her face aglow with happiness.

Among the various shades of redheads in the room, Bella stood out – partly due to her long, straight dark hair, but Laura also noticed that she possessed a quite impressive bust for her age. The girl’s breasts seemed to be bigger than hers, even under the loose clothing Bella wore. Laura managed to lift a hand to acknowledge her, but before she could complete the wave, a surge of pleasure made her body jerk. She rolled her eyes. I don’t know what Katie’s doing to me down there, but it feels incredible.

Jessica had both hands on Bella’s shoulders, urging the girl forward until they stood next to the bed, gazing down at Laura. It was an unforgettable sight. Poppy was riding her face, Katie was feasting on her cunt, and latecomer Cindy was kneeling beside the threesome, kissing Poppy and caressing her tiny buds.

As she approached orgasm, Poppy’s breath grew ragged, leaving her unable to kiss, so Cindy broke away with a smile and a pat on the cheek for her younger lover, then crawled around to kneel behind Katie. She spread her best friend’s buttocks open, then began to kiss and lick both Katie’s holes.

Jess leaned down to kiss her youngest daughter. “Is Auntie Laura making you feel good, Poppy dear?”

The fiery little redhead gave her mum a fleeting grin, gasping, “Oh, yes, Mummy. It’s – it’s so n-nice.”

As Laura watched with lust-glazed eyes, Jess slid her hands over Bella’s shoulders until they were cupping the girl’s generous breasts. Giving each a playful squeeze, Jess reached down to grasp the hem of the top, pulling it up and off, Bella lifting her arms to assist. She wore no bra, and Laura hummed her approval at the sight of the bare-chested preteen.

Jessica discarded the top, then tugged the matching bottoms down, helping Bella out of her trainers before carefully slipping the leggings off. This left the girl as bare as she was, aside from an adorable pair of pink ankle socks adorned with glittery stars that Jess decided to leave on.

Taking up her previous position behind Bella, Jess cupped the girl’s breasts again, this time giving them special attention. She kneaded the pliant globes and rolled each nipple between finger and thumb, causing Bella to gasp and slump back against her. Jessica bent to kiss the girl as she relinquished a breast, letting her hand slide down until she was able to hook a finger into Bella’s moist pussy.

Even as she continued to make oral love to little Poppy, Laura couldn’t tear her eyes away from her sister as Jess masturbated Bella, the two of them sharing a torrid kiss.

Eventually, their mouths gently parted. “Well, sweetheart,” Jess said, studying the crowded bed, “it seems there’s no room at the feast for us, not at the moment, anyhow… so I guess we’ll have to have some fun on our own.”

“Um, I’m fine with that,” Bella shyly replied. “Can I k-kiss your pussy?”

Without a word, Jess led Bella like a lapdog to an overstuffed chair in the room’s corner. Seating herself, she opened her legs wide. Needing no further instructions, Rachel’s daughter promptly went to her knees, placing her hands on Jessica’s thighs. She paused to gaze in awe at the cunt of her mum’s lover, then bent forward to lap at the juicy flesh.

Jess stroked the twelve-year-old’s head, twining her fingers in Bella’s hair as her excitement rose. She was already keyed up in a big way, so it only took a minute or so before the preteen’s tongue brought her to a wall-shaker of an orgasm. “Oh God, Bella!” she cried. “So, s-so fucking good! Ohhhhh!”

When Bella finally raised her head, Jess seized the girl and kissed her fiercely, tasting her honey. Bella was startled at first by her partner’s aggression, but recovered right away, matching Jessica’s fervour. The kiss lasted until both lovers were breathless, then Jess got to her feet, took Bella’s hands, deposited her in the chair and quickly knelt before her.

“You’re such a lovely girl, Bella,” she murmured, “so desirable. I’m glad that you and I finally get to make love, just the two of us. It won’t be the last time, I promise you that.” Once more, she claimed the girl’s mouth in a heated kiss, then began to nuzzle a pathway down Bella’s neck. She sought out a breast, circling the nipple with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh,” Bella whimpered. “Oh.” Her legs were wide apart, and the rich scent of the girl’s sex seemed to thicken the air. Jess was eager for a taste, but determined to take her time getting there. I want to make her feel better than she ever has, and prove to her I’m worth these feelings she has for me.

She spent a long while pleasuring Bella’s breasts, teasing the nipples until the twelve-year-old was frantic with the need for release. Jess wasn’t ready to give it to her, though. Down she went, burying her face in the girl’s belly, pausing to dip her tongue into the navel. She probed the tiny aperture, then moved on, leaving a line of kisses that took her to Bella’s womanly centre, her lips nearly touching the pubis.

Jess took a moment to savour the beauty of this young girl’s cunt. She’d seen quite a few pussies since her conversion to the lesbian life – each one different, each a marvel. Bella’s sex was no exception: a rosy cleft adorned with the first appearance of down, the slit so visibly juicy that Jessica expected it to ooze nectar at any moment.

“Please, Aunt Jess,” Bella entreated, her hands balled into tight fists. “P-please!”

Jessica peered up at the girl; gave her a gentle smile. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

When Jess plunged her face between her young lover’s thighs, pressing a rough kiss into the warm, wet flesh, Bella cried out in mixed surprise and relief. Then she drove her tongue into the girl’s vagina, thrusting it deep as she could go, then rolling it around inside.

“Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes!” Bella panted. Hooking both arms under her knees, she hoisted them up until her feet rested on the seat of the chair, presenting both her holes to Jess.

It was an invitation the woman could scarcely resist. Licking her way down to the crack of Bella’s arse, Jess sought out the girl’s clit with her fingers, masturbating and rimming her simultaneously.

“Ohhhhhh!” Bella jerked in her seat, her body going into spasms of purest ecstasy as she came. Somehow Jess managed to keep licking the girl’s bum. Fingering her clitoris was trickier, but whatever Jess did was enough to keep Bella’s orgasm going.

By this time, Laura, Katie, Poppy and Cindy were cuddling together on the bed, lazily stroking themselves and each other as they watched the hot sex show in the corner.

Jess took her preteen partner to the limit and beyond, then mercifully withdrew before Bella melted down completely. She sat back on her haunches, watching as the twelve-year-old went limp and sank into the chair, a blissful cast to her glazed eyes.

“Wow, she came hard,” Poppy observed.

Bella’s eyes slowly opened. Though out of breath, she managed to sit up. “Thank you, Aunt Jess,” she breathed, reaching out. Her face glowed with happiness.

Jessica enfolded the sweat-glazed girl into a tender embrace. “You don’t have to call me ‘Aunt,’ when we make love, sweetheart,” she murmured.

“Okay,” Bella whispered. Her lips were close to Jessica’s ear. “I – I love you, Jess.”

“I love you too, angel… and we will do this again, just the two of us. I promise.”

***

After a brief rest, the girls eagerly recounted the fun they’d had at Rachel’s the night before. It began with a very messy pizza-making session, followed by a group clean-up in the master bathroom.

“We didn’t all fit in the shower at one time,” Katie said. “So we just took turns getting in and out.”

“The floor got awfully wet, too!” a giggling Cindy added.

Once everyone was dried off, they didn’t bother getting dressed – just followed Rachel in a naked parade into her bedroom, where she’d prepared some very interesting games to play. Needless to say, before the first hour had passed, the sex party was in full swing… and it kept going for hours, with an occasional break to rest or refuel.

When the girls had finished their tale of debauchery, Jess turned to Bella, resting a hand on her leg. “Listen, honey… there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Um, okay,” the girl replied, suddenly nervous. Had she done something wrong?

“Here’s the thing,” Jessica began. “You’re a very sweet girl, but you need to learn to be a bit more assertive when it comes to sex. It’s important to be able to tell a lover what you want sometimes… even demand, if the situation calls for it. At the same time, you have to make it clear what you don’t want.”

“She’s right, Bella,” Laura said. “Women who don’t stand up for themselves get taken advantage of. There are a lot of predators out there – and they aren’t all men, either.”

“True,” Jess nodded. “My sister Laura is now part of our special family love club, and she needs to complete her initiation. Laura hasn’t had the pleasure of making love with you, your mum, or Alice, though I’m sure she’ll be doing something about that later. But since you’re both here, and you’re not wearing clothes at the moment, I’d like it very much if you would fuck Laura now. Would you do that for me?”

Even after all the sexual escapades she’d indulged in, Bella was a little shocked by Jessica’s bluntness, but after a moment’s reflection, she nodded.

Jessica gazed deep into the girl’s eyes. “Good. Now, Bella darling… tell me what you want to do.”

Bella thought for a moment before speaking. “I’d like to… to make love with your sister.”

“That’s not what I asked you to do… is it, Bella?” Seeing the look of confusion on the young girl’s face, Jess continued. “I wanted you to fuck my sister. You see, Laura sometimes likes her lovers to take control. She’ll do whatever you tell her to. Understand?”

Bella turned to see the looks of surprise on the other girls’ faces, then at Laura, who kept her expression neutral. “Erm, I think so,” she said.

“Good, so what do you want her to do?”

“Err, maybe she should…”

Jess interrupted with a shake of her head. “Don’t tell me; tell Laura.”

Doing something like this while everyone was watching made Bella uneasy, but a need to please Jessica outweighed her reservations. She turned to Jessica’s sister, and their eyes met. What would Alice do?

Bella spoke, her voice sounding uncomfortably loud. “Laura… I want you to kiss me.”

Laura hesitated. She got that her sister was simply trying to build up Bella’s confidence, and she certainly wanted to kiss the girl… but was uncertain how she felt about being dominated by a youngster.

“I suggest you do as she says, baby sister,” Jess said. “Otherwise, Bella might have to spank you for being disobedient.” She was disappointed by Bella’s tame command, but it would suffice for the moment.

With a nod, Laura decided to play along with Jessica’s scheme. Who knows, it might be fun…

She drew close to the young brunette and kissed her – gently at first, then more forcefully as her newfound craving for underage pussy manifested itself all over again. Then she sat back on her knees, hands resting on her lap in a familiar attitude of submission, facing the breathless girl.

Head bowed, Laura spoke. “How would you have me please you, Mistress?”

Startled, Bella turned to Jessica for guidance, but the older woman shook her head. “Don’t look at me, sweetheart – you’re in charge. Tell her what you want.”

Bella thought about it, then slowly rose to stand on the bed, a determined set to her jaw. The other girls moved out of the way as Bella stood before Jessica’s sister, hands on hips. “Lick me!” she demanded.

Laura’s performance was pitch-perfect. In a tiny voice, looking down at Bella’s feet, she asked, “Where do you wish me to lick you, Mistress?”

“My… my cunt!” Bella said – then stole a sideways glance, encouraged by Jessica’s smile of approval.

Laura crawled forward until her mouth was nearly touching the girl’s slit. Reaching up to gently part the labia with her thumbs, she probed between them with the tip of her tongue. She flicked the clitoris a few times to tease, then abruptly sucked it into her mouth.

Even though she’d come just a few minutes earlier, Bella’s desire quickly renewed itself as she got into Aunt Jessica’s pervy sex game, whimpering as Laura switched back and forth from teasing her pussy to attacking it.

Bella was lightly holding Laura’s head, for balance at first, but now she began to work her hips, grinding her cunt into the older woman’s mouth. It excited the girl, taking charge with a sex partner like this – enough that she wanted to do something even bolder.

Her legs were getting a bit unsteady, though… and that gave Bella a very interesting idea, one that she suspected would impress Aunt Jess. Did she have the nerve to go for it, though?

Forcing herself to do something bold for once, she pushed Laura over, then quickly straddled her face.

Laura immediately got back to licking, and Bella began to work her hips back and forth over the woman’s probing tongue. It felt marvellous, but she took equal delight in the sparkle in Jessica’s eyes, as well as the way the other girls shared caresses as they took in the show she was giving them.

Sensing her climax was near, Bella had another, even wilder idea, and that impulse drove her to abruptly dismount Laura’s busy mouth.

This came as a surprise to Laura, who by then had nearly forgotten she was supposed to be playing a submissive, and was simply enjoying the sweet nectar that flowed from Bella’s vagina.

Pausing to catch her breath, Bella switched round into a sixty-nine position, peering over her shoulder to give Laura a new order. “Put your tongue in my bum!”

Laura was about to comply with the order, when a more wicked possibility occurred to her. She glanced sideways to catch Jessica’s eye and let both her hands drop to her side, remaining still on her back. All she said was, “I don’t want to.”

Bella was taken aback by this unexpected response. Her climax had been nearly upon her when she’d forced herself to cut it short. Laura’s refusal threw her; now she was uncertain how to react. Dismounting Laura to kneel by her side, she stared helplessly at the small redhead who had refused her..

Upon seeing Bella’s uncertainty, Jess was quick to respond. “Are you going to let her get away with that?”

The frustrated brunette pondered Jessica’s words, weighing her options… and a look of determination appeared on her face. Narrowing her eyes, Bella pointed at Laura. “I told you to do something, and you didn’t. So now… you’ve got to be punished.”

Slipping her hands under Laura’s body, she rolled the woman over, onto her front. Bella hesitated for a moment as she gazed down at the smooth, shapely arse, then before she could lose her nerve, lifted a hand and brought it down on the fleshy globe.

Soon as her palm connected, Bella knew it had been a feeble blow. Laura barely responded.

“Do it harder!”

Everybody looked round at the sudden exclamation from Poppy. The seven-year-old’s eyes were bright with excitement – clearly, the child was intrigued by this new game.

Bella felt a twinge of embarrassment, followed by a sudden, fierce need to show Jessica that she could be assertive – strong, even. Turning back to Laura, she raised her hand again and whipped it down; this time a satisfying crack resounded through the room, immediately followed by a startled cry from Laura.

Before the others had fully processed what Bella had done, even before Laura had had time to recover, Bella raised her hand and, driven by pent-up frustration, anger at her lack of confidence, or maybe just because it felt good, applied an equally loud smack to Laura’s other buttock. “Oh!” the woman gasped.

As if suddenly realising what she’d done, Bella looked to Jess – then the younger girls, registering their collective stares and open mouths. She wondered if she’d gone too far, at least until Jess gave her a nod of approval. With that, the preteen turned back to Laura, who was still on her belly, looking over her shoulder and stroking her reddened bum with one hand.

Determined to continue, Bella glared at Jessica’s sister. “Are you ready to behave now?”

Laura was taken aback, though pleased to see Bella take the initiative. Fuck me, she’s really getting into this! Without a word, she rolled onto her back again.

“Good girl,” Bella murmured, then straddled Laura as before, lowering herself to the woman’s open mouth. Settling down, she felt hands spread her bum cheeks, then a tongue found its way between them, bathing her rosebud. Bella leaned forward to rest on both elbows, her face a couple of inches from Laura’s shaved cunt.

She glanced up to see Jessica furiously masturbating, Poppy up on her knees doing the same while kissing Mum’s neck. To their side, Katie and Cindy were fingering each other while they watched.

As Bella felt Laura’s tongue push through her sphincter, she dipped down for a taste of her new lover’s pussy. It tasted wonderful, and the twelve-year-old buried her lips in the juicy flesh, eager for more.

Much as Bella enjoyed being rimmed by Jess, having her rectum tongue-fucked took things to a whole new level of amazing… but Laura managed to top that when she slipped a hand between their bodies, seeking and finding the girl’s clitoris, then stroking it between finger and thumb.

For Bella, the effect was volcanic. It took only a few seconds before she gave a hoarse, strangled cry, her body jerking several times until, with one last ecstatic sigh, she slumped down onto Laura.

A few moments later, she felt Jessica’s sister stirring underneath and rolled off her, lying on her back for a moment. As she recovered, she pushed up onto her elbows and gave Laura a bashful grin. “Uh, sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to hit that hard.”

Sitting up, Laura cupped the young girl’s face in both hands and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before she spoke. “Sweetie, that was nothing. You just surprised me, that’s all. The truth is, I like being spanked now and then, but I’ve never had a young girl do it to me!” She laughed. “It turned me on, actually. I’ll probably want you to do that to me the next time we fuck.”

Bella’s eyes widened. “Next time? Really?”

“Count on it,” Laura said, hugging the girl as she glanced around at the others. “This is… oh, my God, it’s the most amazing thing to ever happen to me!”

“So it’s settled,” Jess said, reaching for her sister’s hand. “You’re officially a part of… well, I guess we should call it our new family.”

“New family,” Katie murmured, nodding approvingly. “I like that.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Laura exclaimed. “Absolutely.” She was giddy, her cheeks flushed. “I spent so much of my life looking for pleasure, passion… how could I have known that what I really wanted was right here all along? Right here, with my beautiful big sister and her girls. Not to mention my big sister’s lover, and her girls.” She looked around again, from one smiling face to the next. “I adore you all.”

“We love you too, Auntie Laura!” Poppy exclaimed.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” said Laura, giving her niece a brief but heated kiss.

Jess turned to Bella. “So, tell me… how did it feel, taking control of a lover?”

“Oh, it was fun,” Bella replied. “I got pretty excited. But… I don’t think I could do anything like that for real, ‘specially with, um, someone I didn’t know. This was more like playing a pretending game, huh?”

“Well put,” Jess said. “I just wanted to show that you don’t always have to let the other person be in charge when you fuck. Maybe someday you could surprise Alice, or even your mum, by letting them know that you’d like to be the boss once in a while.”

“I guess,” said Bella.

“It can be lots of fun to make someone wait for what they want, tease them… even punish them. But you shouldn’t ever do things like that for the sake of being cruel.Like you said, Bella – it’s a game. One best played with someone you love.”

Laura spoke up. “Like you and I did last night.” She turned to Bella and the others. “You know, girls, I’ve wanted to have sex with Jess ever since I realised I was gay… then last night, it finally happened. And, I might add, she made me wait forever for my orgasm. It drove me mental – but when I finally came, it was amazing, a real wall-shaker.” She laughed. “Jess, I think that the next time you and I fuck, we should have all the girls there to watch. Consider that as my formal initiation into the… what did you call it, sis? Oh, yes – the New Family.”

“It’s as good a name as any,” Jessica said. “So, then… who’s ready for breakfast?”

On to Chapter Thirty-three!

by Sapphmore & JetBoy

As the Matthews sisters made their way into Jessica’s bedroom, Stella was ushering Alice into hers. eagerly followed by the giggling twins. All four of them were nude. Perhaps in anticipation of the sex play they were about to indulge in, Lacey was already hugging Sienna from behind, reaching around to cup her sister’s vulva.

Once inside, Alice now had a good look at the lavishly decorated room she’d only briefly glimpsed on her previous visit. Stella stood by to let Alice take it all in, seeing the surroundings through the girl’s eyes.

Naturally, there were pieces of art dotted about: a couple of nude bronzes, a few small photos and paintings depicting female bodies, some solo and some with two or three entwined forms, and a large oil painting dominating one wall on which she recognised the twins – naked, bodies twined together, their breasts and genitals strategically covered.

Turning to Stella, Alice asked, “Did you paint this? It’s really good.”

“Yes, Alice – the others, too.”

Lacey spoke up. “Mum has even more paintings of us – photos too. But we don’t put those up, ‘cos they’re a bit too naughty. We’ve even got some really hot videos, but we save them for…”

Stella shot her a warning glance, unseen by Alice.

…um, y’know, family movie nights,” the teen finished.

Stella caressed Alice’s arm. “We’ll have to see how naughty I feel when I paint you, love.” She sat down on the edge of her bed with the twins taking a place on either side, like some kind of nudist interviewing panel.

“So, Alice… as you see, we three have a somewhat unconventional mother-daughter relationship. Now you know the truth about us, what do you think?”

Alice knew she had to be careful here, so as not to give away her own family secret… at least until Mum decided it was okay. “I think it’s pretty cool. I mean, you’re not hurting anyone. So, um, how long have you been having sex together?”

Stella said, “Since the girls were ten.”

Sienna piped up. “We used to watch Mum with her girlfriends… then one night when she didn’t have one, we decided that her new girlfriends should be us!”

“That very evening, these little vixens crept into my bed and let me know in no uncertain terms that they wanted to be my new lovers.” She wrapped an arm around each twin, hugging them to her. “We’ve been fucking ever since.”

Alice detected a faint smile on Stella’s lips, and realised that the woman was waiting for her to react. She felt a twinge of nervousness, certain that her mum’s friend was harbouring strong suspicions about Alice and her family.

She’s waiting for me to tell them, Alice thought. But that only strengthened the girl’s resolve to do as Mum asked, to keep their secret. She smiled at Stella and the girls, saying nothing.

Clearly realising that Alice wasn’t ready to give anything away, Stella carried on. “Well, that’s enough about how we got here. I think it’s about time to see if what the twins say about you is true.” She held out a hand towards Alice, who took it and stepped forward, looking down at the nude woman and liking what she saw.

Stella seemed equally pleased. “You are exquisite,” she murmured, lightly running a fingertip over Alice’s nipple, making the young girl shiver. She cupped Alice’s face, drawing the girl close until their mouths met in a slow, sensuous kiss that lasted nearly a minute. While they kissed, Lacey and Sienna busied themselves caressing their mum’s bare body.

When they finally parted, Stella gave the twelve-year-old an appreciative look. “Mmmm, you’re a marvellous kisser, my sweet. You’ve been practising with your girlfriend, I can tell… Bella, isn’t it?”

Alice could only nod, already anticipating what lay ahead.

Stella turned to her daughters in turn, giving each one a brief but extremely heated kiss. She stretched out on the bed, gazing at Alice while slowly opening her legs. Sienna and Lacey positioned themselves at their mum’s side, then all three of them peered expectantly at their new playmate.

The reality of Alice’s first sexual foray outside the home was now sinking in. The twins weren’t much older than she was, so that had been like making love with her sisters, but Stella was something else again… an adult woman who wasn’t part of her extended family. The prospect was a little scary, but that only fed into Alice’s excitement.

Stella placed a finger at the bottom of her vaginal cleft and trailed it slowly upward, dipping it briefly into the juicy opening before she brought it up to her mouth. Sienna gave Lacey a nod, then the twins reached out, each gently placing fingers on either side of their mother’s labia, parting them to expose the fleshy spear of the woman’s clitoris.

Stella spoke. “No need to wait for an invite, Alice.” Her eyes seemed to beckon, saying, All yours, pretty girl. All yours.

The twelve-year-old crawled onto the bed, ready for action. She briefly studied the shaved vulva and the pink flesh on display, marvelling yet again at the wondrous variety of pussies she’d encountered since discovering her true sexuality – each one different, every one beautiful. Moving closer, she placed both hands on Stella’s thighs. Glancing up to see three faces smiling at her, Alice bent down to take her first lick.

She threw herself into the task at hand, combining and alternating lips, tongue, teeth and fingers on every inch of Stella’s cunt, determined to prove that she wasn’t some curious young girl experimenting with her sexuality. All thoughts of restraint abandoned, Alice eagerly set about demonstrating her skills as a lover.

***

That first lick sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through Stella’s body. The fierce need she’d carried for Alice since first encountering her at the barbecue had been massing and building all day – especially during their time together at the gallery. Now the sexy twelve-year-old was going down on her, and it was even better than she’d hoped. Stella knew her first climax would be a ferocious one, and it was going to happen very soon.

Stella’s head was spinning from Alice’s oral attack, her fogged brain barely able to formulate a coherent thought other than, My God, this girl is incredible! There’s no bloody way she learned this just from practising with Rachel’s daughter. 

What memories she had of Bella were dim, but she recalled a shy, quiet little girl who mostly stuck close to her mum.  No. Someone else taught Alice to eat pussy like that. But who? She hoped to find out.

***

Eager to get into the action, the twins teamed up to pleasure their mother. Lacey claimed Stella’s mouth in a hungry French kiss, while Sienna made love to her mum’s breasts. Then, exchanging bad-girl grins, they quickly switched places.

As Stella’s ecstasy mounted, she began to writhe and jerk on the bed. The twins glanced at each other again, clearly sharing the same thought.

When Sienna and Lacey discussed this sleepover with Mum a couple of days prior, there had been much speculation about whether Alice had been experimenting sexually with her younger sisters… or even with her mother. For that matter, could Rachel and her daughters be involved? They could only speculate, but the conversation had Stella and the twins so worked up that they stripped off right there and fucked on the living room floor.

Now, Alice was there, going down on their mum, and clearly making a spectacular job of it. In fact, she’d already taken Stella to the edge of orgasm several times without allowing her to go over.

Lacey and Sienna exchanged another knowing glance. They still weren’t sure who’d taught Alice how to eat pussy like that, but it hadn’t been her little girlfriend Bella Thomas.

Watching the twelve-year-old in action, Sienna found herself longing for the same kind of attention. She gave her mother one last passionate kiss, then crawled to the upholstered headboard and propped her back against it. Swinging a leg over Stella’s head, she lowered her sex to the woman’s waiting mouth. A blissful sigh escaped her lips as Mum’s warm, wet tongue went to work.

Lacey studied her sister, enthralled. Ever since she and Sienna first became lovers, the sight of her twin in sexual rapture always gave Lacey pleasure. Sometimes she pretended to be watching herself, thinking That’s how I look when her tongue is in me. Kneeling next to Sienna, she drew her sibling into a heated kiss. Sienna responded immediately, moaning into Lacey’s mouth as she continued to ride their mum’s face.

Suddenly Lacey broke away from her sister, scampering off the bed and onto her feet. Moving to the end of the bed, she stood over Alice, licking her lips as she stared at the girl’s exposed holes. She looks good enough to eat, Lacey told herself. And I’m feeling awfully hungry right now…

***

Still busy gulping down the copious flow of nectar from Stella’s cunt, Alice briefly paused as she felt one of the twins guide her into a kneeling position, then a hot, slippery tongue licked an upward path through her slit, gliding over the pucker of her anus. With a happy sigh, she returned to servicing Stella, taking the woman’s clitoris between her lips.

Glancing up to see Sienna astride her mum’s face, Alice marvelled at the reality of another family living the same taboo life as her own. I wonder how many more there are like us? she mused. Mummies secretly in love with their little girls, daughters who dream about seeing their mums naked. How many of them ever get to do something about those feelings? 

The very idea dazzled her. There’s got to be more families like ours, Alice told herself. There’s got to be! How could you settle for sex with a boy, once you’ve tasted love with your beautiful mummy?

The prospect of a wider circle of lesbian mums and daughters spurred her lust even higher. Trying not to let herself be distracted by the warm mouth that was attending to her outthrust holes, Alice slid two fingers into Stella’s vagina, then worked her thumb into the older woman’s anus. It was a technique she’d recently learned from Rachel, one she was eager to try out on her new lover.

Within sixty seconds, Stella was screaming her way through a pussy-muffled climax, her body shuddering frantically before she went completely limp, panting for breath. Lifting her face from the woman’s mound, then slowly withdrawing her fingers, Alice relaxed, resting on Stella’s quivering, sweat-glazed belly as if it was a pillow. Her arse was still raised, her cunt presented to Lacey, who was exploring its delights with a nimble, darting tongue.

It felt so good that Alice soon found herself unable to remain motionless. She had to raise herself up on both arms, gently rocking forward and back as a blissful haze enveloped her whole, the feeling she always got when an orgasm was beginning to build inside.

***

Up above, Sienna had dismounted her mum’s head and was bending down to kiss her, purring contentedly as she licked her own juices from Stella’s mouth and cheeks. Glancing at Alice, whose eyes were closed while she swayed to and fro, Sienna crawled toward Jessica’s daughter. Cupping the younger girl’s chin, she guided Alice’s lips to hers, and they kissed.

***

Struggling up onto both elbows, Stella watched her daughters make love to Alice. Sienna’s tongue was flickering in and out of the girl’s mouth like a flame, while Lacey knelt at the foot of the bed, dreamy-eyed with pleasure as she licked Alice’s anus. Stella pushed herself into a sitting position to get a better view of the action. Drinking in the lewd spectacle before her, she felt a rush of satisfaction that was quickly replaced by a longing for a taste of her friend’s daughter.

“Girls,” Stella called, and her daughters interrupted their work to look in her direction. “Mummy wants some time with our guest, too.”

Lacey and Sienna obligingly withdrew, and Alice opened her eyes to see a smiling Stella seated before her. The older woman reached out to cup Alice’s face in both hands, drawing her forward into a kiss. She tasted her cunt on the youngster’s lips, then allowed her tongue to delve into the twelve-year-old’s mouth.

When she broke away, Stella murmured, “Well, Alice, I have to say I agree with the girls; you have quite the bag of tricks. It’s easy to see that you’ve practised an awful lot with your girlfriend. The next time you come by for a sleepover, you simply must invite her.” Reaching out to touch Alice’s nipple, she circled the tender bud with a fingertip. “But for now, since both my girls have sampled your honey pot, I think it’s about time I had a taste.”

Taking Alice by her shoulders, Stella turned the girl round and gently laid her down on the bed, exactly where she’d been lying herself moments earlier. She moistened her lips at the sight of Alice’s reddened vulva, its soft down now glistening with her juices and Lacey’s saliva. Leaning in closer to breathe in the heady scent of pussy, Stella draped Alice’s legs over her shoulders, then took a long, slow lick through the sweet pink slit.

Stella had hungered for Jessica’s daughter ever since the young girl turned up at her afternoon patio party a few weeks earlier, and she’d obsessed about Alice ever since. Spending the day with her at the gallery had only whetted those desires… and waiting in the kitchen while the girls were fucking Alice upstairs had proven to be more than she could stand.

Now the prize was in Stella’s grasp. This lovely, eager, nymphet was spread out before her, completely on display and ready to be loved. Animal instinct told Stella to take what she wanted, to devour Alice in a lustful frenzy. But no; this tasty treat was meant to be savoured, lingered over. She used her tongue to toy with the vaginal cleft, her lips gently tugged at the thin labia, and her fingers lingered at the twin entrances to the twelve-year-old’s cunt and anus.

***

The twins had been seated on either side of their mum, but now they moved – Lacey onto the bed beside Alice, Sienna behind her mum. Lacey reached out to stroke Alice’s nipples before dipping down to take one between her lips, blocking Alice’s view of Stella. After a few moments, Lacey met Alice’s eyes, then moved up to kiss her, their tongues engaging in a playful duel.

Observing the action over Stella’s shoulder, Sienna reached round to cup her mum’s breast, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb. At the same time, her free hand found its way down to the crease of her mother’s bum cheeks, to seek out Stella’s lust-slicked cunt, where she briefly teased her mum’s clitoris before plunging a finger inside. Once it was coated with wetness, she removed that finger and brought it to Stella’s rosebud. Pressing against the taut pucker, it slid easily inside.

***

Stella lavished gentle attention on every part of Alice’s pussy, taking care to only briefly and occasionally stimulate her clitoris. She felt the young blonde writhing below, trying to grind the engorged nubbin into her face, but Stella continued to tease her underage partner.

After a few minutes of play, Stella used Alice’s juices to lubricate two fingers, then carefully placed them at the entrance of the girl’s vagina. As Alice’s body jerked in response to the woman’s tormenting fingers and lips, Stella began to ease those fingers inside, slowly opening the tight ring.

As she sensed Alice was fast approaching climax, Stella abruptly fastened her mouth to the girl’s clitoris, sucking and licking the fleshy button as her fingers sawed in and out of Alice’s freely flowing cunt, the warm juices soaking Stella’s hand. Fucking hell, what a juicy snatch this little minx has!

Withdrawing both fingers to a muffled cry of protest from Alice – who was still snogging Lacy – Stella quickly curled the index finger back inside, seeking the sweet spot she knew would push the young girl over the edge. It took a moment for her to locate, but Stella knew she’d hit the jackpot when Alice jerked violently, breaking away from her kiss, a ragged scream wrenched from her throat.

As Alice gave a final shudder, arching her hips up from the bed, Stella shoved a hand between her legs and began to masturbate, hard and fast. Sienna’s finger was rolling around inside her rectum, and it felt amazing. Soon enough, she was coming again.

Slumping forward, Stella rested her cheek on Alice’s thigh, but the scent of the twelve-year-old’s pussy proved too enticing to resist for very long. Positioning herself once more between the young girl’s legs, she used long slow strokes of her tongue to mop up the traces of nectar that glistened on Alice’s belly, inner thighs and vulva.

That task accomplished, Stella rolled onto her back to rest, giving Alice’s hip a gentle pat, then her eyes flew open when someone took hold of her hand. It was Lacey, who must have noticed the fluids that coated her fingers, evidence of what her mother had just been doing to their new lover. Stella gave her daughter a sleepy smile as Lacey took each finger into her mouth to suck.

Sienna suddenly appeared on Stella’s other side. “Your lips look delicious, Mum,” she said, then bent to kiss her. With a blissful moan, Stella accepted her daughter’s tongue, and they shared Alice’s flavour between them.

As Alice regained her breath and senses, she pushed herself up into a seated position, feeling a pang of renewed arousal at the sight of the twins, tasting her cunt on their mum’s mouth and fingers.

When they noticed that Alice had recovered from her climax, the Morrison trio paused to gaze fondly at their guest. Lacey broke the silence. “Well, that was fun!”

Alice couldn’t suppress a giggle, while Sienna and her mother both grinned.

“Oh, we’re just getting warmed up.” Stella declared. She got to her feet and moved around the room a bit to stretch her limbs, then looked down at a somewhat dazed Alice. Bending down, placing both hands on the bed to support herself, she gave the girl a tender kiss that still radiated passion, then whispered, “Are you ready for more, sweetheart?”

That surge of lust made itself known again, and Alice promptly replied, “Yes, please.”

Stella glanced around the room. Seeing the items she sought on the dresser, she caught Lacey’s eye and nodded in that direction. “Would you mind, darling?”

Lacey swivelled round and, on seeing what her mum wanted, her face lit up. She scampered to the dresser and came back to the bed dangling a pair of objects Alice recognised from her previous visit: two strap-on cocks.

Alice turned to Stella, who instead of reading curiosity on the twelve-year-old’s face, as she’d anticipated, saw a look more akin to… recognition.

At that point, she knew that the suspicions she harboured about Alice and her family had been spot on. There’s no way she learned to use one of these on her own, or with that girl Bella. A woman must have shown her how… and why would she need to keep that woman’s identity a secret from us, unless it was her mum?   

An image of Alice fucking her mum flashed in Stella’s mind like lightning. The impulse was there to question Alice, to get the girl to tell the truth about her relationship with Jess. Instead, she shelved those thoughts for later, reaching out to take the harness from Lacey.

“So, who wants to use these? Do I have any volunteers?”

Alice surprised everyone by throwing her hand up like the class swot. As Stella glanced at the twins, both girls raised their eyebrows. The little minx is full of surprises!

When Stella separated the two harnesses, Sienna reached out to grab the larger of the two and started stepping into the straps. Stella held out the smaller one to Alice, who plucked it from the woman’s hand, turned it over until she had it in the correct position. She bent slightly, lifting one foot through, followed by the other before pulling the harness up, deftly pulling the strap through the buckle and fastening it round her waist.

Stella gave the twelve-year-old an intrigued look. “Well, Alice, you clearly know how to wield a strap-on.”

It was immediately obvious that the girl was fumbling for an explanation. “Er, I’ve seen ladies use these on some of the sex videos me and Bella watched.”

With a wry smile, Stella responded. “Ahh, that explains it.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, Alice quickly averted her eyes, but not soon enough to conceal the realisation that she’d been found out.

Sienna was now lying on the bed, both legs draped over the edge, feet resting on the floor. Stella made a move towards her bedside cabinet for the small bottle of lube placed next to her radio alarm clock, but thought better of it. Instead, she knelt before her daughter and took the jutting latex prick into her mouth, fellating the toy until it glistened.

Turning to Alice, she read anticipation in the girl’s eyes. Firmly grasping the second cock, she lavished it with the same attention, all the while gazing into the twelve-year-old’s eyes. When she was satisfied, she moved to Sienna and straddled her, slowly lowering herself onto the dildo, pivoting her hips a few times to take its full length into her vagina. Bending forward, Stella drew Sienna into her arms, mother claiming daughter’s mouth in a lustful kiss.

***

Alice’s concern at having given herself away was all but forgotten as she watched the latex cock stretch Stella’s cunt, plunging in and slurping out. Then the twins’ mum looked back at her – and Alice knew right away what the woman wanted, without being told.

Drawing close, she placed the tip of her own cock against the fleshy star of Stella’s anus and began to press forward. She felt some resistance, but after a few seconds, the outer sphincter muscle gave way and she slid more easily than she’d expected into the woman’s arse. Stella’s hoarse cry of ecstasy seemed to fill the universe.

Sienna angled her hips upward to meet her mother’s downward motion. Alice hesitated a little before falling into Stella’s rhythm, but she quickly found a groove, thrusting her hips in time with Stella’s backward strokes. The trio of lovers built up a steady tempo, gradually accelerating their pace.

***

Lacey looked on, working out how to fit herself into the mêlée, then grinned as she noticed Alice’s cute bum. Catching the twelve-year-old’s eye, she moved in for a quick but ardent kiss, stroking the girl’s budding breasts. She paused to tweak a nipple, causing Alice to gasp and jerk her hips – which, in turn, caused Stella to moan at the unexpectedly deep thrust.

Lacey trailed her fingers down Alice’s ribs until she was kneeling behind the girl. Placing the palms of both hands on the smooth pale buttocks, she prised them apart to expose Alice’s sphincter, partly concealed by the strap-on’s leather harness. Dipping her head, she bathed it with her tongue, lavishing the dark pink hole. She sensed her mother was nearing a climax, Stella’s backward thrusts growing increasingly frantic.

It was too difficult for Lacey to keep rimming Alice – she was moving too much. Instead, she stood up behind the panting girl and replaced her tongue with a finger, which she inserted up to the third knuckle in Alice’s rectum. With her free hand, she reached round to stroke her new lover’s breasts.

Twisting her head round, Alice stared at Lacey – then the two girls met in a clumsy but heated kiss, their tongues sparring like fighters as the movement of the three joined bodies gradually shifted into overdrive.

***

Stella could feel them massing inside, tremors of growing ecstasy steadily pushing her toward something huge. She loved being taken in both holes at once, and the experience was just as awe-inspiring as ever. Especially so when it’s a sexy twelve-year-old girl who’s plowing my arse, helped out by my beautiful lesbian daughters…

Her climax hit like a body blow, crashing into Stella before she expected it. She emitted a guttural scream, throwing her head back, trembling helplessly. One, two, three violent jerks convulsed her frame, then she slowly went limp, slumping down onto Sienna, who wrapped both arms around the woman and held her close. Alice carefully withdrew the cock until it fell free from Stella’s arse.

Somehow, Stella mustered up the strength to push herself up, dipping her head to briefly kiss Sienna before the other dildo slipped out of her well-fucked cunt, standing upright just long enough to flop onto the bed. She looked up at her other daughter, who was sharing a deep, relaxed kiss with the underage nymph who had just sodomised her, and gave both girls a sleepy smile.

As Stella watched them, Lacey suddenly broke away from their guest, dropped to her knees, and engulfed the dildo jutting up from Sienna’s hips with her mouth, humming with pleasure as she sampled her mother’s honey. What a wonderful sight, Stella thought. My baby girl still loves the taste of her mummy.

Noticing that Alice was standing to one side observing the twins, Stella sat up to face the girl, swinging her feet to the floor. She paused to savour the sight of a young female sporting a strap-on cock… an image that always struck her as intensely erotic. A few times, she’d been rogered by girls who were even younger than Jessica’s daughter, especially on Switch Nights at the Society meetings.

Toys intended for full-on vaginal penetration weren’t used by most members of the Society when it came to sex with the younger girls, for fear that the kids might get carried away with them, resulting in injuries that could raise dangerous questions. But at home, her daughters loved to wield strap-ons and were well-versed in their use… at least partly, Stella suspected, for the degree of control it gave them over Mommy. And in truth, she did occasionally enjoy submitting fully to the twins, allowing them to use her like a cheap slag.

Alice, too, was clearly comfortable with fake cocks – how to wear one, how to use it. And I very much doubt that she and Rachel’s daughter learned this kind of thing on their own, Stella mused

She bent down to place a soft, sensuous kiss on Alice’s lips. “Thank you, sweetheart. That was… simply marvellous. Now let’s get this contraption off you.”

Alice stood still, for once speechless as she realised the enormity of what she’d just done.

Kneeling before the twelve-year-old, Stella began undoing the buckles until the leather straps lay tangled at Alice’s feet. Before she could step out of them, Stella reached out to caress the young girl’s small breasts, then flicked her tongue at a nipple, then sucked the whole breast into her hot mouth. She reached around Alice’s body to caress a smooth buttock, while the other hand slid up inside a creamy thigh until her finger found the girl’s moist vulva. Pressing against the opening, she eased it inside.

Stella heard a contented sigh, then she felt small hands resting on her head as she nuzzled the soft tummy, breathing in the perfume of Alice’s skin. After a few seconds of slow fingering, Stella took a quick glance over her shoulder, pleased to see the twins in the middle of the bed, twined together in a sixty-nine. Sienna’s strap-on had been unfastened and left on one of the pillows.

Looking back at their guest, she asked Alice, “Shall we join them?”

Alice smiled. “Sure.” With that, she crawled onto the bed, making her way to the raised bum of whichever twin was on top – Lacey, actually. Without hesitation, she parted the pale globes of the teen’s arse and attacked the crevice with her tongue.

Once again, Stella again marvelled at Alice’s seemingly boundless appetite for sex. No doubt about it, the Society is going to adore this girl… every bit as much as they’ll love her mum. Then there’s Jessica’s two little ones – wonder if they’re part of any family sex games? Sienna and Lacey seem to think so…  

She gave her head a little shake to clear it. Enough thinking for now… let’s enjoy this hot sex show! 

Climbing onto the bed, Stella shoved a few pillows against the headboard, then sat back to watch the three blonde girls, her hand dipping between her legs now and then to toy with a very sensitive clit as she watched Alice feast on Lacey’s anus, sometimes dipping her head to share a messy kiss with Sienna.

But when she caught Stella’s eye, Alice abandoned the duo to crawl over to their mother, surprising her again when, instead of taking a kiss or diving between the older woman’s splayed legs, Alice stood just above, holding onto the headboard for balance, and brought her cunt to Stella’s mouth.

The next hour was filled with different combinations of the four blondes, with one or two pausing now and then to catch their breath until, finally, exhaustion had claimed them all. Sienna was the last one to come, and she pulled up the quilt to cover everyone. Stella and Alice were snuggled up in the middle, with one of the twins on each side.

When Stella closed her eyes for the last time that night, a satisfied smile lingered on her face as she recalled the evening’s debauchery. Her final thought before drifting off was, I’ll have a little chat with Alice in the morning. It’s high time for us to lay our cards on the table.

***

Jessica woke early, a habit born from necessity when raising three young girls and running a business. She watched Laura doze for a while, contemplating the ever-expanding sexual dynamics of her family, toying with the notion of waking her for sister another round of lovemaking. After all, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for, Jess thought.

Finally deciding to let Laura sleep, she slipped carefully and quietly from beneath the sheets and padded to the door, plucking her dressing gown from its peg as she left the bedroom.

In the kitchen, she decided to make proper espresso rather than take the quick option of the machine. By the time she’d washed up from last night’s dinner and got out a couple of the small cups and saucers, the silver pot hissed and gurgled. She poured herself a cup of the strong, aromatic coffee, then added a sugar cube with the tiny spoon. She was stirring it when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

She looked up to see a sleepy-eyed Laura in the doorway, barefoot and wearing one of her especially short robes she’d worn to inflame the passions of Rachel and the girls. The sash was loosely tied, but failing to hold it closed.

Jessica’s heart dropped a beat. Fuck me, she looks hot!  

As she checked her sister out from top to bottom, Laura also glanced down at herself. “This is all I could find to wear,” she said. “Is it okay?”

“Of course, Laur. You look good enough to eat. Though coming down naked would have been even nicer.” There was a moment of awkward silence before Jess spoke again. “So… no regrets?”

Laura made her way over to Jess, who was perched on a stool at the breakfast bar. She stood before her sister for a moment, then cupped Jessica’s face in both hands and gave her a loving kiss. Breaking away, she whispered, “None whatsoever.”

Jess got up to fetch the coffee pot from the stove. She poured some into the other cup, nudging it toward her sister. “I’ll bet you could use this.”

“True that.” Laura seated herself on the other stool. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Oh, believe me, I was sorely tempted… but you looked so sweet and peaceful, I thought I’d let you lie in.”

“I’m an early bird most days, but I guess that was a big night.” Laura took a sip of coffee.

“It certainly was.” Jess gave her sister’s arm an affectionate squeeze. “My only regret was that we didn’t do this sooner. Although I guess if I’d become a lesbian back then, I wouldn’t have had the girls… and this might never have happened anyhow. Still, better late than never, eh?”

“Well, I’m certainly happy about it.” Laura said. “After all this time, I finally fucked the girl of my dreams.”

“I love you, too.” Jess took her seat on the other stool. “I was thinking about how I’m going to tell Mum – about me and Rachel, that is, not the rest of it. God, I dread to think what she’d say about that. Still, I’m hoping she’ll be okay with it, like she was when you came out. I mean, it’s not as if she missed out on having grandchildren.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure she’ll take it better than you think.”

Jessica peered inquisitively at her sister. “What makes you so sure of that? I mean, both daughters being gay, especially when one was married with kids? That’s got to come as something of a shock.” She noticed that Laura had drained her cup. “Want a refill?”

“No, thanks. Jess, there’s something I think you should know.”

Jessica arched an eyebrow. “Yes…?”

“Mum’s been with another woman.”

“What? Are you joking? When was this? Who with?”

“It happened a few months ago,” Laura began. She’s been on the odd date since Dad died – nothing special, more for companionship than a relationship. Anyhow, Aunt Adele told Mum it was about time she got back in the game for real, and suggested looking at online dating sites. I’m sure she’ll give you the full Monty, but apparently Mum clicked on the wrong link and ended up looking at a ‘woman seeks woman’ page.

“She got curious – cos of me, I suppose – and began to look around a bit. Well, she started chatting to one of the women there. I’m still not sure how it happened – hell, I’m not sure if Mum knows – but they ended up going on a date.”

“I… I’m positively gobsmacked,” Jess said, still wide-eyed. “So, did they, er, do the deed?”

“When I asked for details, she wouldn’t tell me much at first, but I got Mum to say that she’d been ‘intimate’. I couldn’t let her leave it at that. Thought I might have to waterboard her for an answer, but she finally admitted that she and this woman did have sex.”

“Bloody hell…”

“The thing is, Mum got cagey when I asked for details about, y’know, the other woman – where she was from, what she did for a living, was she married and just looking for fun, how old she was… that type of thing. It was the last question she was really vague on. Anyway, I pressed her, and finally got Mum to admit that the woman was in her thirties.”

“Wow, this is big news. Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Oh, Mum was worried about what you’d think. She felt at her age, dating someone that young might be seen as, well, sort of creepy. Anyway, I told her she had nothing to be worried about; there are lots of younger women who are into mature ladies. I’m sort of that way myself.”

Jessica grinned. “Does that make me one of your ‘mature ladies’, then? Don’t even think of answering that, by the way. So… is Mum still seeing her?”

“Don’t know, actually. I did get her to admit it was some of the best sex she’d ever had… but when I asked if she was going to see the woman again, Mum told me she wasn’t sure yet.”

“My, my,” Jess said, stroking her chin. “Sounds like our mother has made the transition from ‘straight,’ to ‘questioning’.”

“Well, if you ask me,” Laura declared, “she’s pitching for our team now. The last time we spoke, I brought up this mysterious acquaintance of hers, but Mum dodged the subject completely. And the only reason I can think of for her being so close-mouthed on the subject at this point – oh, I don’t know, call it female intuition, but I think Mum’s still seeing this woman, which means she’s also fucking her… and I suspect it’s difficult for her to adjust to the idea that she might be a lesbian.” She gave a small shrug. “I guess we’ll just have to ask her about it – after she finds out about you and Rachel, that is.”

“Yes, and that’s all she’ll find out, hopefully. I’ll need to have a serious talk with the girls about being extra careful while Mum’s here. Being gay is one thing, but incest with my daughters? My sister? There’s no bloody way she could deal with that.”

“I’m still having a bit of trouble with it myself,” Laura sighed, then registered her sister’s sudden frown. “Oh, don’t worry, big sister. Maybe it’s a case of thinking with my cunt instead of my brain, but I’m still very much part of whatever you call this.”

“The Family Love Club, that’s how Poppy puts it. And you’re almost part of it, kiddo.”

“What do you mean, almost?”

Jessica gave her sibling a wry smile. “You’ve not completed the membership tests.” Seeing the quizzical look on Laura’s face, she elaborated. “First, you haven’t been with Alice yet. Believe me, you won’t know what hit you, sharing a bed with that one. I swear, she must have been gay in an earlier life. Then there’s Rachel, who’s champing at the bit for some hot sister action with us both. And let’s not forget about Bella, Rachel’s oldest. She’s a bit shy, but incredibly sweet.”

Playfully cupping a breast, Laura said, “Believe me, I’m looking forward to enjoying myself with all of them. So when is your new, improved, supersize family due home?”

Looking over her shoulder at the large wall clock, Jess said, “It’s still early, so they probably won’t be home any time soon.” She snickered. “Mind you, I doubt Rachel will be fit for anything after a night with the girls.”

“But she’ll be wearing a smile.” Laura murmured. She briefly imagined herself in Rachel’s place, sharing a bed with four cute, energetic and very eager little lesbians, and felt an awakening twinge between her legs.

Jessica’s expression turned serious. “Laura, there’s something else I need to tell you about – two things, really. I want to be open about everything that’s been going on since… since I figured out the truth about myself.”

“Christ, Jess – what else is there?”

Jess took a deep breath. “So, I told you about Alice spending yesterday with Stella at the gallery, then having a sleepover with her twins? There’s more to it than that, a lot more. It seems that when we went to Stella’s for a barbecue a couple of weeks ago, Alice saw some things that convinced her the twins are fucking each other. Not only that, but she thinks they might also be having it off with their mum.”

“Stella is doing her daughters, too?” Laura’s face was a portrait of disbelief.

“I know it sounds crazy… but at the time, enough happened to indicate that something untoward is going on there, and that it may well involve incest. I’ll share the sordid details with you later tonight, when Alice and her sisters are here to help me tell you all of it.”

“And this has something to do with Alice spending the night at Stella’s…?”

“Indeed it does,” Jessica replied with a nod. “It’s obvious that Stella and her twins want sex with my oldest… and believe me, Alice loves that idea. So when Stella invited Alice over, we decided that she should accept.”

“Christ, Jess – you don’t think that’s sending Alice into a lion’s den? She’s only twelve!”

“Believe me, that girl can handle herself,” Jess said. “Alice won’t do anything sexual that she doesn’t want… which isn’t much, anyhow. Besides, Stella is one of my best friends, and I trust her implicitly. She’d never do anything to hurt my daughter.

“One thing I did discuss with Alice is the importance of keeping our family secret, and she promised not to give anything away. Of course, if Stella and the twins really are fucking… well, we’ll definitely want to reach out to them, if you know what I mean. But I made it clear to Alice that I’d be the one to make that move – not her.”

Laura still seemed a bit doubtful, but she’d always trusted her big sister’s judgement. “You said there were two things to discuss. Fuck me, I can’t even imagine what else you’ve been up to!”

“There is someone else I’ve slept with. Remember Sally, from the shop?”

“Not that young blonde teenager with the big tits? Bloody hell, Jess, that’s taking a chance. What if she starts posting stuff online about you?”

Jess rolled her eyes. “Yes, her… and she’s not some naive schoolgirl ninny, for goodness’ sake. Sally knows about Rachel, but not what we get up to with our daughters. Basically, she came round one day and said she wanted me to teach her about sex between women. Well, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed.”

“And this was after you first got together with Rachel?”

“Around the same time, really… but it was well before she and I decided we wanted a serious relationship. I told Rachel about it, of course. The thing is, she’d had a little dalliance of her own with this local girl named Millie. You’ve not met her – she babysits for us sometimes.

“Anyway, after Sally and I made love, I told her she really should be with someone her own age… but she had no idea how to find a potential girlfriend, and was too nervous about coming out at school. That’s when Rachel and I came up with a marvellous plan to fix Sally up with Millie. We invited them both over to Rachel’s for what turned out to be a surprise sex party, then steered them into each other’s arms.”

A dazed Laura slowly shook her head. “I don’t know what to say, Jess. You – you’re really embracing this new lifestyle!”

“With both arms. Mind you, Millie and Sally are now an honest-to-goodness couple, so I doubt I’ll be dipping into that cookie jar any time soon. Of course, they might need a refresher course one day…” Jessica gave her sister a sideways glance. “You’re not having second thoughts about this, are you?”

“About us? God, I don’t know. Well, no, I’m not – but this is a lot for me to take in.”

Jess rose from her stool, standing before Laura. “Well, just in case you’re having doubts…” Reaching down, she tugged at the loose belt of the thin robe her sister had borrowed, opening it to expose Laura’s bare body.

Laura’s eyes were filled with longing. “Oh, Jess…”

Gently tilting Laura’s head back, Jess bent down to claim a deep kiss before assisting the younger woman to her feet. They stood facing each other, lost in renewed desire. Jessica reached out to touch Laura’s taut belly, then dipped a hand between her sister’s legs to caress the warm, wet vulva. “Shall we go back to bed?” she murmured.

Laura could only nod assent, all doubts replaced by the memory of the previous night’s ecstasy. Jess shrugged off her own robe and taking Laura’s hand, mounted the stairs.

In the bedroom, they kissed lovingly before Jess took control of her little sister. She sat on the edge of the bed with thighs parted, a fire in her eyes that left no doubt as to what she wanted.

Without a word, Laura dropped to her knees to worship her sister’s cunt, burying her mouth in the soft pubes. She explored the hole with a probing tongue, then spent several minutes lavishing attention on Jessica’s clit.

Once Jess slumped backwards and began to moan, Laura decided to blow her sibling’s mind with a special move, one she often deployed to drive lovers wild.

Thanking providence that she’d thought to trim and file her fingernails the day before, Laura inserted her middle finger into Jessica’s pussy, seeking and finding the G-spot. When a spasm shook her sister’s frame, Laura added a second finger, then a third. Twisting them round to generate lubrication, aided by her tongue, she added her pinky to the mix.

Sprawled out on her back, Jess felt something different. She was reminded of the time Alice fucked her with Rachel’s biggest dildo on the night of their momentous family orgy, the only time she’d been penetrated by that monster.

She managed to lift her head to peer at Laura, who grinned at the puzzled look on Jessica’s face. “It’s okay, sis, I’m pretty sure you’ll love this. You may see yourself as a seasoned lesbian by now, but I’ll bet you’ve not been fisted yet.”

Actually, Poppy had once inserted her whole hand into Mummy’s cunt. But she was only seven, after all, with the hands of a child. Jess lay back, bracing herself for what promised to be a hell of a ride.

“Put your feet up on the bed, Jess,” Laura said, and Jess quickly complied, realising that the tables had been turned; her younger sister was now in charge.

Laura continued to twist her four fingers about until she felt Jessica’s copious fluids coating them. She carefully withdrew her fingers, just far enough to permit  the thumb to join them, then began to ease all five digits back into the dripping maw.

Still gently rotating her hand to and fro, she folded her thumb beneath the four fingers until she was making a fist. Okay, sister dear… get ready to rumble.

Pushing forward, Laura felt the opening of Jessica’s vagina stretch and give, permitting her entry a millimetre at a time until it slipped through the tight ring.

“Oh fuck, Laur. That’s… oh, m-my God!”

Her hand now curled into a ball, Laura began to gently move her arm back and forth, all the time turning her wrist this way and that.

It was like nothing Jess had ever felt. Laura’s knuckles pushed against the walls of her cunt, the tiniest movements wrenching her body as if she’d been caught up in an earthquake. She thrashed about on the bed, which only made the sensations more intense.

After a minute or so of hard fucking, Jess screamed out in ecstasy, clutching handfuls of the sheets.

Laura slowed her thrusts and relaxed, straightening her fingers as her sister’s orgasm gradually subsided.  She knew Jessica’s vagina had to be especially tender, and took pains to be gentle while slowly extracting her hand.

As Laura’s fingers emerged, her sister’s cunt suddenly spasmed, squirting a small stream of fluid that hit Laura square in the face.

Alarmed, Jess cried, “What the fuck was that? Omigod, did I just piss on you?”

Laura had to snicker at her sister’s horrified reaction. “No, it’s not piss. You squirted, Jess. It’s not all that unusual, really. I’ve had lovers who went off like water cannons when I fisted them.”

Jess shook her head in awe. “I’ve never done anything like that before… not even when Poppy put her hand into me.”

“It’s got something to do with creating pressure, I think.”

“Well, it was fucking amazing.”

Laura licked at her fingers and the back of her hand, unwilling to waste a drop of her sister’s essence. Jess drew her in for another kiss, then stood up, pulling Laura to her feet. She urged her younger sibling onto the bed, positioning her on all fours.

Laura’s head rested on the bed and her arse jutted up and out, presenting Jess with a mouthwatering view. Spreading her sister open with both hands, she leaned in and took a long slow lick, trailing her tongue from the tip of Laura’s clit to the pucker of her anus. Bringing her fingers into play, she slipped two into the juicy cunt, kissing her sibling’s rosebud like a lover’s mouth.

As Laura’s juices began to flow, she was startled to hear the familiar voice of Katie calling out, “Mum, we’re ho-ome!”

Raising her face from Laura’s bum, Jess called, “We’re up here.”

Laura pulled away, searching round for something to cover herself with – but Jess gripped her shoulder, the fingers of the other hand still sheathed in Laura’s pussy. “No, you don’t. Stay where you are. This party’s just beginning, little sister.”

Laura meekly submitted to Jessica’s will, though still reluctant to be caught in this situation. They heard the thunder of steps up the stairs before Katie and Poppy appeared in the doorway.

Jess gave her daughters a big smile. “Morning, girls. I didn’t expect you this early!”

The girls giggled, but before they could answer, Rachel appeared behind them. “They woke me up at the crack of dawn,” she said. “Bet you can guess how.”

“Oh, I’ve been awakened that way myself, believe you me!” Jess replied with a chuckle.

Rachel tilted her head slightly, intrigued by the view of Jessica’s sister – naked, on all fours, looking back over her shoulder with flushed cheeks. “Hello Laura,” she purred. “So nice to see you again. Guess I don’t need to ask how last night went.”

As Jess withdrew from her sister’s cunt, Laura slowly turned round and carefully seated herself on the bed, forcing herself to make eye contact with her sister’s lover. Lustful desire was clearly written on Rachel’s face.

Jess padded over to her daughters, giving each a brief but lustful kiss on the mouth. Both little girls responded in a similar way – licking their lips, enjoying the familiar flavour of Auntie Laura’s cunt. As she straightened, Jessica was about to kiss Rachel, but a wicked idea popped into her head. She turned to see Laura staring at them, arms covering her breasts as she sat quietly, still uncertain of how to react.

Turning back to Rachel, Jess offered two pussy-coated fingers to her lover. Rachel drew them into her mouth and sucked the nectar from them, all the while staring at Laura, who shivered at the sight.

Jessica gestured toward the bed. “Care to join us, Rach?”

“There’s nothing I’d like more. Unfortunately,” she sighed, “I have to be at work in half an hour. I finish early this afternoon, though, so what if I come back then? In the meantime, I could return the favour and send over a couple of young cuties who would love to be a part of this.”

“That sounds wonderful. We’ll keep it hot for you.”

Turning to Katie and Poppy, Rachel knelt before them. “Thank you girls. Last night was lovely.”

Both girls embraced the older woman. Poppy said, “Thanks, Mummy Rachel. It was fun!”

As she stood, Rachel said, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Laura. Much better.”

Laura managed to mumble, “Me too,” giving her sister’s lover a bashful smile.

Blowing kisses, Rachel exited. Jess made to follow, then turned back to the girls. “Well? Don’t keep your auntie waiting, you two.”

“Yay!” they cheered, then Poppy and Katie started stripping off their clothes.

Still nude, Jess walked Rachel downstairs. At the front door, Rachel turned. “So, I assume your evening with Laura went according to plan.”

“There were a couple of moments when I wasn’t sure. I told her everything; it seemed best not to keep secrets. She knows about Sally and Millie, and about Alice, whatever she’s up to at Stella’s place.”

“Getting ravished by the whole family, we hope. How did she take it?”

“Surprisingly well. Oh, by the way, Laura had a surprise of her own to share. She told me that our mother has been on a date with a woman – and sex was definitely involved!”

“Get away! Ann’s taking a walk on the wild side?”

“So I’ve been told. Mum gets back from her cruise in a few days, so I’ll tell her about us. Not everything, obviously.”

“Well, maybe she takes after her daughter. Your mother might just make up the full family set!”

Jess shook her head. “Christ, I can’t even imagine how she’d respond to something like that! No, we have to keep that part of our relationship completely secret.”

“All I know is that Ann is still an amazingly attractive woman,” Rachel murmured, slipping a hand between Jessica’s thighs. “Don’t you dare tell me the idea hasn’t crossed your mind.” Her smile seemed to radiate wickedness.

Her heart racing, Jess twisted away. “I don’t want to talk about that, Rachel. This situation is already crazy enough!”

Knowing she’d gone too far, Rachel drew her lover in for a gentle hug. “Sorry, Jess,” she whispered. “Guess I’m too perverted for my own good, eh?”

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, you cow,” Jess said, then broke their embrace. “You’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on. Remember, you were going to send your girls over. Don’t tell them what it’s about, though – let it be a surprise. And hurry back yourself – soon as you can!” They shared a kiss, then Rachel was gone.

Perching on the arm of the sofa, Jess patiently waited. A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

Jess opened it, mindful of her complete lack of clothing. As she closed the door behind Bella and Cindy, they stared at her, both visibly excited.

“Morning, girls. We have a lovely surprise waiting for you upstairs.”

On to Chapter Thirty-Two!

To get a detailed summary of the first 29 chapters, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

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by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

As Stella was pulling into the driveway of her home with Alice in the passenger’s seat, Jessica was at home making preparations for dinner with her sister Laura. She’d whipped up a quick tomato, olive and caper sauce to accompany the gnocchi, which she’d bought fresh from Nico’s deli rather than make it herself, preferring to spend that time taking a leisurely bath.

Laura had phoned her up mid-afternoon, while Jessica was still pottering about in her bathrobe. “Hello, Jess… I just stopped for petrol, and thought I’d call to let you know that I’m about halfway there. Should be arriving around six.”

“Right on schedule, then,” Jessica replied, glancing at her watch. “Don’t eat anything on the way, little sister. I’m fixing dinner.”

“Oooh, and I had my heart set on a microwaved hot dog.”

“Ha bloody ha. See you at six.”

A moment’s silence, then: “Jess? I… I’m really looking forward to this evening. Just wanted you to know that.”

Feeling that familiar thrum of desire, Jessica smiled. “Me too, Laur. Ever since your last visit, I’ve been thinking about you.”

About your mouth, she silently added. Your hands, your fingers. About your breasts, that yummy arse. Your legs. Your cunt. Every inch of that ripe, lovely body. I saw you naked on your last visit, after we found you in bed with the girls… and the memory of it still lingers. I want you, Laura. I want to fuck my sister.

“Well, I guess I ought to, er, get going,” Laura said, a slight tremor in her voice.”Don’t want to hit traffic, after all. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

Placing her phone on the coffee table, Jess seated herself. Good thing I’ve not got dressed yet… I’d have needed to swap out my knickers for a dry pair. She felt a strong urge to masturbate, but had no intention of doing so, preferring to save her appetite for Laura’s arrival.

At some point, Alice phoned to let her mum know she was at Stella’s, taking a moment to gush about what a lovely day she’d spent at the art gallery. She’d also dropped a hint or two that her hopes of having sex that evening with Stella’s twin daughters – perhaps even with Stella! – were very likely to be realised. Wishing her twelve-year-old the best of luck, Jessica bid Alice goodnight.

Moments after that call, it was Rachel’s turn to ring Jess up. “I’m home, lover,” she said. “You can bring Katie and Poppy over any time.”

Jessica’s two youngest were disappointed to be missing out on an opportunity to see Aunt Laura – and, perhaps even share her bed again. However, the chance to spend a night with their mum’s lover Rachel and her daughters quickly smoothed over any wounded feelings. These days, the two families had more or less merged into a single one, differing from most in that the women and girls of this particular family were all sexually intimate. Poppy and Katie had both been with Rachel, but neither had ever spent the night with her… and they liked the idea of having sexy fun with their second mum and new sisters at a sleepover. It made them feel like grown-ups.

Jess walked the girls across the road to Rachel’s, telling them to have a good time, to which they responded with a giggle and Katie saying, “Oh, we will,” accompanied by a twitch of that pert little bum of hers, the kind that made Jess want to tug her nine-year-old’s shorts and knickers down, then bury her face between those petal-soft cheeks.

Rachel’s daughters Bella and Cindy greeted the girls with hugs, then scampered away with them into the kitchen, “We’re making pizza!” Cindy announced just before they disappeared.

“Don’t leave a mess!” Rachel called as she watched the girls rush off, then turned to Jess, shaking her head. “It’ll look like a sodding hurricane went through by the time they’re done.” Reaching for her lover’s hand, she gave it a squeeze. “How are you doing, then? Ready for a hot, sweaty romp with your sister?”

“Gasping for it,” Jess replied. “And after speaking with Laura a few minutes ago, I’m fairly certain she wants it as much as I do.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “‘Fairly certain’, she says. Listen, I saw how she looked at you when we caught her with the girls. I’d bet Laura’s been crushing on you since she first started liking girls.”

“If she felt that way back then, I certainly never knew,” Jess replied with a shrug. “Wonder what I’d have done if she’d made a play for me when I was, oh, sixteen or so? Anyhow, what matters is how she feels now.”

Slipping an arm round Jessica’s waist, Rachel murmured, “Pay close attention when you fuck her… I’ll want all the details.” Exchanging smiles, they drifted together in a long, heated kiss.

A ripple of laughter was heard from the kitchen, and the two lovers broke apart to glance in that direction. “It’s going to be a hell of a night,” said Rachel. “In bed with four little girls at once! I’ll be one well-fucked lesbian when the sun comes up.”

“You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for,” Jess said with a wry grin. “By the time that lot is done with you, you probably won’t be able to walk.”

“Then I’ll go round on all fours… it’ll be worth it, believe me,” Rachel replied. “I’ve got some fun and games planned that should really get the girls hot and juicy.”

Jess parted her lips to speak, then shook her head instead. “I’m not even going to ask.”

“I’ll tell you this much: the last time I was with Poppy, she got four fingers into my bumhole… Tonight, I hope to take her whole hand.”

“Dirty cow,” said Jessica with a snort of laughter. “I’d best get back home before you corrupt my delicate sensibilities.”

“Ha – that ship’s long sailed!” They kissed briefly and said their goodbyes, then Jess returned home to finish getting ready.

Trawling through her lingerie drawers, she looked through gauzy panties, silken bras, sexy stockings and more, all top-line items from her shop. Funny thing, she thought. I bought most of these things to impress men – Mark, or the handful of guys I went out with after the divorce – and none of them were worth the bother. Now I’m making myself look hot and fuckable for my own sister. 

Jess felt a delicious shiver of anticipation when she found the pieces that always got a strong reaction from her ex. Before he moved onto pastures new, she told herself, stripping off her t-shirt and sweatpants. His bloody loss.

Now nude, she slipped into a lime-green quarter-cup bra that maximised her firm breasts, but did nothing to conceal her already aroused nipples, followed by micro-thin panties, a garter belt and ultra-sheer stockings. Fastening the garter clips, she turned to the wardrobe where her best dresses were kept, the ones reserved for special occasions.

She searched through the rack before settling on a short body-hugging dress with a zip front from top to bottom that she only ever wore when her objective was a romp in the sack. She finished off the look with high heels – not very practical for moving around a kitchen with pots of hot water and pasta sauce, but tonight, practicality was going out the window in favour of out-and-out seduction.

Appraising the image in the mirror, she nodded in approval, then made her way downstairs.

As she checked the kitchen wall clock, the doorbell rang. She quickly checked the sauce and turned the water on for the pasta, keen to get dinner out of the way quickly. Hastening to the front door, she opened it to greet her sister – who was almost unrecognisable from the Lara Croft lookalike of her last visit, the night she accidentally interrupted the family orgy.

Jessica’s heart jumped as she took in Laura’s emerald green satin blouse and how it set off her copper hair, now loose instead of constrained in a ponytail. Her eyes travelled down to take in the short burgundy leather miniskirt that set her sister’s legs off beautifully – then widened when she noticed that Laura had even worn high heels for the occasion.

In turn, Laura was enthralled by Jessica’s elegant, yet sexy ensemble, but she was first to recover. With a wry smile, she murmured, “Well, Jess… are you just going to stare at me all night or invite me in?”

Standing aside, Jess gestured her sister indoors. “Sorry, sis. I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in anything but baggy shirts, jeans and trainers.”

“Well, as my big sister owns a fashion store, I thought I’d make an effort.”

“And you’ve scrubbed up very nicely.”

Looking Jessica up and down, admiring her womanly curves, Laura looked into her big sister’s eyes before responding, “And you look amazing… as always.”

Moving towards Laura, Jess planted kisses on both her cheeks, followed by a warm embrace, the kind they’d shared many times before. For a moment as they parted, they looked into each other’s eyes, then Jess reached out to cup her little sister’s face and placed a gentle but more than sisterly kiss on her lips, letting it linger.

Laura flushed a little as they drifted apart, then held up a bottle of wine. “Um, I brought this.”

“Ah, so that’s why you only hugged me with one arm.” Jess accepted the bottle and, out of habit, checked the label. “My, my… a 1985 Montepulciano!”

“Is that okay? My boss gave it to me. Knowing how much you love Italian wine, I figured we could share it.”

“Well, she must be very satisfied with your work. From what I remember in those classes I took, this is an excellent vintage, and should go nicely with the pasta sauce I’ve made. Come into the kitchen, it’s nearly ready.”

“Feels like I haven’t been to dinner here for ages,” said Laura. “Unless someone takes me out while I’m on assignment, I tend to get takeaways. Which is why I have to spend so much time at the bloody gym!”

As Jess went to the stove to check the sauce, Laura leaned back against the island glancing round to note the dinner table, set formally for two with candles flickering. “Aren’t the girls joining us?”

“No, Alice spent the day on work experience at Stella’s gallery, and is having a sleepover with her twins. Katie and Poppy are staying over at Rachel’s.” She turned round to face her sister. “I wanted it to be just us, so we could have a nice quiet dinner together and catch up.”

Laura felt an unexpected twinge of disappointment when she realised that another round of sex with her nieces wasn’t on the cards. That, however, was quickly replaced by excited anticipation as she imagined what her big sister had planned for their evening. “Oh, okay… I suppose we do have stuff to talk about.”

“But not just yet,” Jessica insisted. “First, let’s enjoy our dinner and get caught up on what we’ve each been doing for the last three months.” Turning to Laura, she hugged her again. “I’ve missed you, sis; so have the girls. And when Mum gets back from her cruise next week, we’ll all be together again.”

Laura was about to ask Jess what she was going to tell their mother about her new relationship with Rachel, then completely forgot to – because as Jessica returned to the stove, Laura took in sight of the woman rather than her sister.

She’d already noticed Jessica’s prominent nipples, clearly outlined through that tight dress. Then as her big sister turned back to the stove, Laura’s eyes were drawn to the curve of her bum, barely constrained by the clingy material. She glanced down further, taking in those long, lovely legs.

As she admired the view, Jess bent to open a cupboard and pull out a colander, exposing the dark band of stocking tops that prompted a sharp drawing of breath from Laura.

Straightening up, Jessica lifted the large pot from the stove, carrying it to the sink to drain the gnocchi. As she turned back to dish up the first serving, she noticed where Laura’s eyes were centred.

Jess arched an eyebrow. “Now who’s staring?”

Flustered at being caught, Laura’s cheeks reddened. “Sorry Jess, I was just thinking… how fucking great you look for a mother of three kids. Christ – you’re more beautiful than ever!”

Jess just smiled.

They ate dinner and chatted like any other sisters who haven’t seen each other for a while. Jess wanted to hold off any discussion where sex might rear its head until later, when they were sitting comfortably over the wine, so she appreciated it when Laura asked about how her business was doing. Jess talked about how she was considering expanding into another store, then they chatted for a bit about the local council meetings and their debates over planning decisions.

As Laura had been away while their mother was on her cruise, she’d only managed the odd phone call, so Jess gave her an update of their mum’s trip and all the lovely places she’d visited, while they enjoyed a Limoncello cheesecake dessert – also purchased at Nico’s. Afterwards, they cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher, then went into the lounge to relax, grabbing wine glasses and the bottle along the way.

As Laura took a seat on the sofa, Jess positioned herself at the opposite end. Slipping off her shoes, she turned to Laura and drew her legs up and onto the seat, hoping that her sister’s eyes would be drawn to the enticing shadows beneath her dress.

Settling in, Jess asked Laura about her latest assignment, the one where she’d written a lengthy article about the recent phenomenon of large, invitation-only parties for lesbians. Having read and enjoyed the piece, Jess had begun to wonder if she might like to take part in such an event, now she was comfortable with her identity as an out lesbian.

“Do they ever hold those sorts of parties in England?” she casually asked.

Laura shrugged. “Sure. You just need the right contacts to get an invite. The membership fees are insane, though.”

“Tell me this, little sister: while you were covering this story, did you ever happen to… take part in the proceedings?”

Briefly hesitating, Laura chose to be frank. “Well, I am an outsider, and have to keep things professional. But there was one party in Paris…”

At Jessica’s urging, Laura told her about the threesome she’d participated in with the businesswoman and the party hostess. She didn’t go into much detail at first but, as her sister pressed for more, she ended up divulging the story in explicit detail, which only fed the fire in Jessica’s eyes.

Then it was Jessica’s turn to share her story, about how she turned from a model wife to a lesbian who has sex with her own daughters. She told it all, too – starting with the night when she and Rachel watched an all-woman porn film and masturbated together, not knowing that her oldest daughter Alice was spying on them. Jess went on to describe how Alice, despite a near-complete lack of experience, had somehow managed to seduce her, then how she’d gone on to bring her younger sisters into the sexual games.

“Now, while that was going on, Rachel and I were having it off, too… and she was enticing her daughters into bed.”

“Did you know about that at the time?” Laura asked, conscious of a rising heat between her legs.

“Oh, yes. There were no secrets between us. We encouraged each other, you see. That’s when Rachel and I decided to make a go of it as a real couple.”

“With all your daughters joining in.”

“That came a bit later, after all the girls became involved,” said Jess, “but yes, that was what we wanted. The night you caught us was the first time we came together as a… a family of lovers.” She decided not to tell her sister just yet about their activities outside the extended family, including what Alice was up to right then at Stella’s place. Don’t want to give her too much to think about, Jess told herself.

Laura stared at her sister as though she’d become a complete stranger. “Wow. I mean… even weeks later, I don’t know what to think about this. It’s one thing to switch sides later in life, or when a marriage fails, but to go from what you had with Mark to a – an entire family of lesbian lovers, little girls included? In three bloody months?”

Sensing the conversation was steering the mood in the wrong direction, Jess brought it back to the morning after the family orgy. “Believe me, Laura, I’m as shocked as you in how far I’ve come… we’ve come, in such a short time. I fought with the idea of making love to Alice, and it took a long time before I was comfortable with letting Katie and Poppy get involved.

“But it made our family bond even stronger… and the girls are happier and more confident than I’ve ever seen them. You got to see that first hand, the last time you were here – remember?”

Laura did remember – and a shiver ran through her at the mention of how she’d been seduced by her two youngest nieces and Rachel’s daughter Cindy, each of them less than ten years old. She had given herself over completely, too, revelling in their heated lovemaking. The idea of sex with a little girl had never crossed her mind before, but being with these three young lovelies had Laura drunk with passion. Weeks later, the memory of going down on seven-year-old Poppy was crisp and clear, as if the taste still lingered on her lips.

Since then, Laura had been on an emotional see-saw, veering from the guilt she felt at having molested underage girls – only made worse by her blood relation to Katie and Poppy – to a wild, heedless appetite for more of the same. And as the days passed, Laura’s desire was beginning to win out over her shame. She masturbated constantly to memories of that incredible night of forbidden love… and found herself responding to the sight of other underage girls.

Like at the gym pool last week – that little blonde, not a day over eleven, wearing what had to be her very first bikini… She remembered getting out of the pool herself when the girl did, hoping to get a glimpse of her naked in the open changing area.

Thrusting the memory away, Laura said, “I know Jess, I know. I can’t claim any moral high ground, not after what I did with the girls… but it’s still a lot for me to take in. Since… what happened with the girls, I can’t stop thinking about it. Christ, it might well the best sex I ever had, but that doesn’t make it right. Half of me wants more – probably more than half, if truth be told, but I can’t stop worrying about the consequences. I mean, do you have any idea what would happen if someone found out and grassed on you? You’d lose the girls for certain, maybe go to prison.”

Jess slowly nodded. “I know all that, but it’s not as if we’re snogging our daughters at the school gates. We told the girls right at the start that they mustn’t do or say anything about what we do behind closed doors, and they understand completely.”

Reaching out, she took Laura’s hand. “What we have is something special… and we all want you to be a part of it, especially the girls. Look, Laura, we’re not pushing you into anything you’re not comfortable with. I saw something in your eyes when Rachel and I burst in on you, and I’m not just talking about the girls.”

To add weight to her words, Jess casually stretched one leg, watching her sister’s eyes flicker down as she caught sight of the pale thighs just above those sexy stockings.

“We both noticed how you looked at me when I was standing naked in front of you. Rachel said afterwards that you clearly wanted to make love to me, right there and then.”

Suddenly unable to meet her big sister’s eyes, Laura stared down at her hand, which Jess was cradling in her lap. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. “I don’t know what came over me, Jess, but seeing you standing there in all your glory… it brought back memories of when we were younger, and when I realised I might be gay. You were the perfect girl, and I was a tomboy. I used to steal glimpses of you, and it gave me feelings that I didn’t understand… feelings that frightened me.”

Laura told Jess about how she’d started experimenting with girls at university, when that kind of thing was becoming more commonly accepted. She did sleep with a man now and then, but then one of the older female lecturers came onto her, they started a secret relationship, and that was when Laura decided she was a lesbian. She soon found herself gravitating towards older women, but still harboured a secret longing for her big sister.

“I suppose I’d wanted you for a long time, before I even recognised my sexuality,” she continued, “but it wasn’t until this one night that I understood my true feelings.” She paused, sighed. “I was taking a break from studying, looking through my photo album… and found a snap of you in that dark blue swimsuit you used to have. Remember?”

Jess smiled. “I certainly do.”

“Something about that picture… well, it really hit me where I live. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back with a hand buried in my knickers, caught up in this crazy fantasy of fucking you.” She slumped back into the sofa. “I came so hard that… that I cried afterwards.” She looked up at Jess, giving her sister a sad smile. “I’ve wanted you ever since.”

Jessica had listened intently, then after a moment’s silence, reached out to place her wine glass on the coffee table. Swinging her legs off the sofa, she stood up and looked down at Laura, reaching out to her. Laura allowed Jess to pull her up until they stood facing each other. As she’d done when her sister first arrived, Jess put a hand under Laura’s chin and placed a gentle but sensuous kiss on her lips.

Laura’s hands hung limply by her side as she let herself be kissed, and after a few seconds, Jess broke away to see her little sister swaying ever so slightly where she stood, eyes still closed as if in a trance. With a satisfied smile, she moved in to nuzzle Laura’s ear, then whispered, “Well, I think it’s time we made your crazy fantasy come true.”

Taking Laura’s hand, Jess led her sister out of the room and up the stairs. Meekly allowing herself to be led, Laura was brought into the bedroom, to the foot of Jessica’s bed. Without breaking eye contact, Jess reached for Laura’s blouse and slowly unfastened each button, then slipped both hands inside to slip it off her sister’s shoulders, letting it fall down her arms and to the floor, revealing a pretty dark green lace bra.

“Very nice,” Jess purred. She ran both thumbs over the hardened nipples and felt Laura shiver.

Still holding her sister’s gaze, Jess moved closer until their breasts were touching. She reached behind to grasp the zip of Laura’s leather mini, tugging it down until the sexy skirt dropped to the floor. Taking a couple of steps back, Jessica appraised her little sister as a lover for the first time.

Laura stood nervously, as though auditioning for a movie role. She congratulated herself for choosing decent lingerie for her date with Jess. Much of her nicest underwear had been gifts from lovers, but since spending so much time among glamorous lesbians on her last couple of assignments, Laura had begun to build her own collection of intimate apparel.

Jess slid her fingers beneath the straps of the green bra, slipping them over Laura’s shoulders, then reached back to undo the clasp, pulling the flimsy garment forward to uncover small but shapely breasts that Laura always wished had been bigger. Finally breaking eye contact, Jess looked down at Laura’s body. She dipped her head but, instead of kissing Laura’s mouth, bent lower to nuzzle her sister’s neck, tracing a line with lips and tongue over the collarbone, then trailing petal-light kisses downward until she reached the younger woman’s breasts. As Jess flicked lightly at an engorged nipple with the tip of her tongue, Laura’s head fell back and her breathing became ragged, her chest heaving, nerves jangling like a first-timer.

Jessica continued her slow journey down the terrace of Laura’s ribs until she reached the flat, toned tummy. Dropping to one knee, she grasped the waistband of the matching green panties, her tongue following their descent as she eased them down.

As those already damp knickers slid past Laura’s knees and fell to the floor, Jess helped her sister to step out of them, leaving Laura naked, legs parted. Running her hands back up her sister’s toned thighs, Jessica used both thumbs to spread her labia apart, exposing the hooded clitoris. Jess glanced up to see Laura staring down at her, then moved in to flick her tongue against the pink morsel.

Despite it being the lightest, most fleeting contact imaginable, Laura jerked and inhaled sharply, clutching at Jessica’s head with both hands. Intent on prolonging her sister’s frantic need for release, Jess held back, resisting the pressure of the hands that now urged her in. Instead, she pulled away, rising to her feet.

Laura felt a jolt of panic, suddenly afraid that Jess had changed her mind. She relaxed somewhat at the sight of her sister’s smile, but still found Jessica’s behaviour puzzling.

Is she teasing me? Laura wondered. Anticipation of this long-desired reunion with Jess had only sharpened her appetite, leaving her desperate for the sweet oblivion of orgasm.

Jess leaned in for another kiss, but rather than the gentle caress of the previous kisses, she now crushed her mouth against Laura’s, forcing a probing tongue between her sibling’s parted lips. Now Laura responded, using the years of experience gained from the many women she’d been with – throwing both arms around Jessica’s neck as if to make sure she couldn’t get away.

After a couple of minutes of feverish kissing, they broke for air. By then, Laura was almost panting for breath, more from her excitement than any physical reaction. As Jess moved back, Laura reached for the zip on her sister’s dress with hands made clumsy by lust. “Now you,” she said.

But Jess seized her wrists. “Uh-uh. Patience, lover.” She took a few steps back, amused at the dismay on Laura’s face. Taking hold of the zip herself, she drew it down as slowly as possible while her sister watched.

As the dress parted, Laura could see the bright green of the barely-there bra, followed what seemed like minutes later by the matching panties and garter belt. Eventually Jess shrugged her shoulders and the dress slid off. As it fell to the carpet, Laura drank in the vision of mature beauty that stood before her. She made a move forward, but Jess raised a hand to halt her in mid-step.

Reaching down to the waistband of her panties, Jessica pushed them down a couple of inches to expose a perfectly manicured triangle of close-cut pubes, then further, displaying the cleft of her sex. She gently tugged at her labia with one hand while she dipped a finger into the crevice below, sliding it down, curving the tip inside before withdrawing. Laura could only stare as Jess raised the hand to her mouth, extending her tongue to trail it along the length of the glistening finger, then closed her lips around it to suck like a peppermint stick.

Almost without thinking, Laura slid a hand down to her own shaved cunt, but started as Jess exclaimed, “No! No touching yet… just watch.”

The younger sister narrowed her eyes. “What the actual fuck, Jess? I’m not some stranger you picked up in a pub. We both want this… what’s with all the bloody teasing?”

Jess smiled. “Well, sis, you’ve waited all these years to get me between the sheets, so another couple of minutes won’t kill you. I’ve learned a few things since Rachel and I fucked for the first time. Now behave yourself, and you’ll get your treat soon enough.”

“Oh… fine,” Laura muttered, then nodded. She was used to being the passive partner in relationships with her older lovers, so doing the same with her older sister didn’t feel especially strange. Taking a deep breath to still her restless energy, she let both hands fall to her sides awaiting Jessica’s next move.

Pleased to see Laura accept the situation, Jess smiled. Oh, she felt a hint of some guilt for tormenting her sister this way, but the chance to reprise the role she and Rachel had played with Sally and Millie the week before was too delicious to pass up. She could see the fire and yearning in Laura’s eyes, and it turned her on something fierce. Still, I shouldn’t torment her any more, poor thing.

She dipped her hand again, this time sliding two fingers into her sodden cunt, then began to fuck herself, plunging in and out to coat them in warm, thick nectar. But before her pleasure could reach the point of no return, Jess withdrew her hand, then extended it to her sister.

Laura immediately seized her sister’s wrist, determined that Jessica would not deny her this time. She took the wet, gleaming fingers into her hungry mouth, purring contentedly as she sucked them clean.

Jess slowly moved backwards, leading Laura along until she felt her legs touch the accent chair. Taking her hand back, she claimed her sister’s mouth in a hard, probing kiss. Abruptly breaking away, she fell back into the seat, sliding her bum to the chair’s edge. When their eyes met, Jess pushed her panties down a few inches further in open invitation.

Needing no further instruction, Laura dropped to her knees and wrenched the bottle-green knickers away with a hard tug, not caring a fig if she damaged them.

Her legs now free, Jess quickly hooked them over the arms of the chair, proffering her open cunt to Laura. Her sister didn’t hesitate, immediately burying her mouth in the juicy pink flesh to feast. The moist, messy sounds of cunnilingus filled the room.

Jess gasped as Laura’s tongue plunged in and out of her like a fat, slippery finger… then her sister was sucking at the dripping hole. Drinking from the holy grail, she thought, and the thought made her smile.

Caught up in a frenzy of lust, Laura went down on Jess with everything she had. She hadn’t expected to be teased, much less that her sister would be so goddamned good at it, and now she had something to prove. Years of repressed hunger for Jess had been held at bay by an assortment of relationships, some lasting, most fleeting. Now she was free to love her sister the way she’d longed to, ever since she began to struggle with her feelings for other girls. And she was first, Laura reminded herself. Jess helped me understand myself, who I really was. And now, after all this time, I’m making her mine.

Laura brought all her best oral tricks into play as she made love to Jessica – swirling her tongue around inside the vagina, nibbling at the erect clitoris, bathing the vulva in long trailing licks, darting down to tease the rosebud and more. Then she brought her fingers into the action – stimulating one spot while her mouth and tongue serviced another, then shifting tactics yet again.

All she wanted was to satisfy the object of her youthful dreams, the amazing woman who was now laid bare and open before her. My sister.

Jessica’s head was spinning from what felt like a myriad of mini-orgasms as Laura did unimaginable things with her mouth, lips, even teeth, probing both holes with fingers and tongue. She clutched Laura’s head, fingers wound into her younger sister’s coppery mane. If she stops now, Jess told herself, I’ll bloody well strangle her.

After what seemed like an age of relentless stimulation, Jess could no longer hold back – and with a loud, hoarse cry, she came. Her body jerked violently, then she trembled as if in the grip of a seizure.

Unable to keep pleasuring Jess with her mouth, Laura sat back on her haunches, catching her breath as she used two fingers to stimulate her lover’s clit, observing the throes of her sister’s ecstasy with a satisfied smirk. Then she licked her lips, savouring the traces of pussy that coated them.

As Jessica’s climax subsided, she opened her eyes to see Laura sitting at her feet. With a sleepy smile, she mumbled. “My goodness… you really have been bottling that up for a while, baby sister.”

“More than fifteen years,” Laura said. “It was worth the wait.”

Jess felt for her sister’s hand, squeezed it. “I love you, Laura.”

“I love you too,” Laura whispered, bending down to Jessica’s knee, brushing it with her lips. Enticed all over again by the thick, rich scent of her sister’s pussy, Laura began to slowly kiss a pathway up the sheer nylon until she reached the silky-smooth thigh. Continuing upwards, she paused briefly to adorn that lovely cunt with a tongue kiss, getting another taste of Jess before moving on to nuzzle her soft tummy. From there, Laura made her way up to those shapely breasts, the ones she’d envied since puberty, and buried her face in their softness.

When she finally looked up and met her big sister’s gaze, Jess cupped Laura’s chin, drawing her into a loving kiss that lasted a long, lovely while.

Finally, Jess broke away, “Does this mean you want to join us? To be a part of our… special family?”

Laura shrugged. “How can I not? I’ve wanted this for years. Well, you, I mean, but everything else is just icing on the cake, far as I’m concerned. I want to make love with the girls again – only this time, with Alice included. I’d definitely be into fucking Rachel as well. But Christ almighty, how am I going to find time to do any sodding work in the midst of this non-stop sexfest?” She laughed, her cheeks slightly flushed. “God only knows what other kinky stuff you’ll have me trying – but yeah, I’m in.”

“I know Rachel can’t wait to fuck you… and Alice is still peeved that she never got the chance when you were here last. But before any of that happens, it’s my turn.”

Pushing herself up from the chair, Jess reached behind to unhook her bra, then bent down to remove the suspenders and belt, carelessly tossing these fine things to one side. Kneeling before her sister, Laura rolled the sexy stockings down, and Jess lifted each foot in turn so they could be slipped off.

Taking Laura’s hand, Jess helped her to rise, then sent the younger woman falling back onto the bed with a nudge. Laura propped herself up on both elbows, her thighs wide apart, ready for anything.

Now Jess was the one kneeling, moistening her lips at the sight of her sister’s open slit, watching a trickle of nectar oozing down and into the crack of Laura’s arse. ”God, little sister… you have a beautiful cunt,” she breathed.

Jessica took hold of Laura’s calves and raised them, draping a leg over each shoulder, then slowly drew closer. She inhaled deeply, drinking in the rich scent of her sister. Glancing up, she saw Laura watching.

“I haven’t been at this as long as you,” Jess said, “but I’ve learned a few things.” With that, she dipped her head down, taking the first taste of her little sister.

Her lovemaking was nothing like the lustful frenzy Laura had been caught up in. Jess wanted to fully savour the experience of going down on another family member for the first time. There was plenty to enjoy, too – the tart, intoxicating flavour of Laura’s pussy, its tart honey, flowing so thickly that Jess couldn’t capture it all, the liquid sounds of her mouth as she sucked and slurped at the juicy flesh.

She couldn’t resist the impulse to tease Laura just a bit more, taking her to the edge and easing back a few times until her sister was on the verge of a complete meltdown. Finally, Jess took Laura’s clit between her lips to suckle,  its rosy tip with a few rapid swipes of the tongue.

A hard shudder shook Laura’s body, then she screamed as her orgasm came down like a flash flood – smashing into the helpless lesbian, tossing her hither and yon, then carrying her away, finally depositing her wracked frame on a quiet shore.

Left winded and spent, Laura began to cry.

Jess stretched out alongside her sister, kissing the tears away. After a while she rose, went to the door to turn off the main light, then returned to the bed, leaving the room illuminated by the light of a single lamp. The two lovers lay on their sides sharing a gaze of pure adoration, then came together in a tender kiss.

Their passion roused once more, the sisters made love again, this time slowly, gently. Afterwards, physical and emotional exhaustion overtook them and they fell asleep, Jess cuddling Laura to her like a child.

On to Chapter Thirty-One!

For a detailed list of the many characters in this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples

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by Sapphmore &  JetBoy

Now that Sally and Millie had become lovers, thanks to the patient efforts of their mentors Rachel and Jessica, the two older women were ready to be pleasured themselves — especially Rachel, the only one of the group who had yet to come. She was clutching a strap-on cock, offering it to the girls.

Sally was first to move, reaching out for the bright pink sex toy, but then Millie spoke up. “Um, Sally?”

Pausing in mid-motion, Sally glanced back at her new girlfriend. “What’s up?”

Millie was blushing slightly as she said, “I know, um, that you wanna fuck Rachel… but before you do, can I eat her pussy? She’s the one who taught me all about bein’ a lesbian, y’know… I never got the chance to return the favour, and I’d really like to.”

“Oh, sure!” Sally said, then turned to Jessica. “Guess it’s you and me, then.”

“I’m fine with that,” Jess said, licking her lips.

Dropping the pink phallus on the bed, Rachel leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs apart. Noticing that Millie was just staring, she prompted, “Waiting for an engraved invitation, love?”

Millie started, then gave her head a brisk shake. “Sorry, Rachel,” she said, moving closer. “Your pussy, it’s beautiful.” She giggled. “Actually, I’m startin’ to think that I just like lookin’ at ladies’ cunts!” The eager teen laid down between Rachel’s splayed legs, ready and then some to claim her prize.

Over the next hour, the two women tutored their younger charges in the ways of lesbian love. Millie got to taste the object of her sapphic fantasies, then Jessica rode Sally’s face.

Two orgasms later, Sally enjoyed the new experience of fucking a woman with a strap-on, while on the receiving end of the slippery cock, Jess licked Millie’s cunt for the first time. Rachel was kneeling next to Sally, probing the young blonde’s anus with two fingers while they shared deep tongue kisses.

Eventually the two women and their students lay exhausted and slick with sweat, the heavy odour of sex pervaded the room. Jess recovered first, leaning over to place a light kiss on a spent Millie’s lips. Sally lay back, her chest rising and falling, the pink dildo jutting obscenely from her groin. Rachel had the toy in her mouth, savouring the familiar taste of her lover. Once she’d licked it clean, she crawled over to Jess and placed a tender kiss on the woman’s lips.

Jessica’s eyes drifted open. “You must have had enough by now, you randy cow!”

Rachel grinned. “Never.” Rolling onto her back, she pulled Jess on top of her.

They broke apart when Millie slowly rose from the bed, assisting an unsteady Sally. The girls stood hand in hand, exchanging affectionate glances. Nestling in each other’s arms, the two women smiled at their conquests, then each other, thoroughly pleased by how their scheme had played out.

Sally spoke. “Umm, Rachel, could I maybe… I mean we, me and Millie, um, borrow this?” She gestured down at the protruding cock, still fastened about her waist.

Rachel nodded, pointing at the cedar chest at the side of the bed. “Well, I do have quite a collection, as you can see.” Sally peered down into the toy box, awed by the dizzying array of sexual contraptions. “So let’s just call it a study aid, to assist you with your homework. Truth be told, Jessica and I usually go with one of the larger ones, ourselves. Maybe next time, we’ll move on from the training model and introduce you girls to something a bit more… challenging.”

The thought of that prospect sent a thrill running through both girls, and they shared an excited glance. Unbucking the straps, Sally removed the pink dildo, then carefully stashed it in her purse.

The women watched as Millie and Sally got back into their clothes, then Rachel stood and pulled two robes from hooks behind the door, tossing one to Jess. “We’ll see you to the front door,” she told the girls.

In the downstairs hall, kisses and embraces were exchanged all around.

“Thanks so much for the lessons,” Sally exclaimed as she hugged Jess.

“And for, um, hooking us up,” Millie added, giving Sally an adoring glance. “I never had this good a time with a bloke, that’s for sure!”

“Aw, thanks, love,” Sally said, leaning in to give her new girlfriend a gentle kiss.

Saying their goodbyes, the girls set off, turning to wave when they were halfway down the stairs, then headed on towards the street, whispering and giggling, still holding hands.

The women went back upstairs, and Jess shrugged out of the robe. She bent to pick up her skirt, but was interrupted by Rachel’s voice.

“And where do you think you’re going, Jessica Matthews?”

Jess turned to see her lover standing by the bed, her own robe carelessly discarded, holding up what looked like an eighteen-inch sausage with a cock head on each end.

“You’ve got to be kidding! We’ve just spent the last two hours shagging a couple of teenagers silly… and now, you want more?”

Rachel simply cocked an eyebrow.

With a devil-may-care shrug, Jess dropped the skirt. “What the hell, it’s my day off.”

First, they fucked. Then they made love.

An hour later, with Jess turning down the offer of a shower in favour of a long soak in her bath when she got home, they were dressed and sat in the kitchen drinking herbal tea.

“Almost forgot — I’ve a tidbit of news,” Jess began. “The last time we spoke, I mentioned that Stella rang to offer Alice the chance to spend this Saturday at her gallery… and to have a sleepover with the twins that same night.”

“Rachel nodded. “I remember… and from what you told me, I’d say that Stella’s got more than a lesson on the Italian Renaissance in store for your little sexpot.”

“Mmm. Anyhow, my sister Laura rang last night to ask if she can come over this weekend.”

“Oh? Well, that sounds promising.”

“I hope so. I’m sure Alice will be miffed about being away from home, seeing as she missed out before when the three little ones seduced Laura.”

“I remember,” Rachel sighed. “Fuck me, I’d love to have seen that little scenario unfold.”

“We caught the end of it, at least. Anyway, I wanted to spend some quality time with Laura on Saturday, so she and I can… well, make up for lost time, if you know what I mean. Would you mind?”

“Of course not, lover — as long as I get a rain check to join in on any hot sister-on-sister action.”

Jess hugged her. “If I do get into her knickers, you’ll be next in line. Here’s the thing, though — I came up with a way for you to get your jollies while I’m with Laura.”

Rachel’s eyes lit up. “Do tell.”

“Simple — we have Katie and Poppy drop by that same night for a sleepover with your girls.”

“My, my… you really know the way to a lesbian’s heart, don’t you? A night of fun and games with four little girls… yes, I think that just might be enough to keep my jealousy at bay. By the way, I was thinking that we really need to take you shopping for your own collection of sex toys, if only so you can finally bin that cheap shit plastic vibrator of yours.”

“You’re right — I’m long overdue for that. Where’d you get your gadgetry, then?”

“This discreet little shop near Covent Garden… I haven’t been for ages, but they’re still open for business, I checked. We could make a day of it — get a babysitter, take in a show and dinner, maybe stay overnight and test out your new sex gear.”

“Sounds good; I could ask Laura to stay with the girls… unless she decided that incest isn’t her thing after all.”

Rachel had that wicked glint in her eyes. “I don’t believe that for a bloody minute. I’ll guarantee you this: ever since that night with the girls, your sister has thought of precious little else. Not only that, I’m convinced she’s nursing a Godzilla-sized crush on you.”

“You think so? That’s certainly what I’m hoping for.”

“I know so. Remember how freaked out Laura was after we caught her with our kids?” Jess nodded. “I guess you were too busy calming her down to notice, but she was checking you out in a big way — and liking what she saw. It’s probably the first glimpse she got of big sister in the nude since… since figuring out she was queer. Christ almighty, I was half expecting her to reach out and start fingering you!”

Jess laughed. “Well, if things work out as they ought, we’ll be between the sheets soon enough. Then, while you and I are on our little sex toy excursion, Laura can get herself ravished by five underage girls.”

“Paradise on earth,” said Rachel, rolling her eyes heavenward.

Rising from her seat, Jess languidly stretched her limbs, still a bit achy from their vigorous workout in the bedroom. “I’d best be on my way. School’s out before long.”

“Catch you later, lover,” Rachel purred, giving Jess a wink.

They shared one last heated kiss, then Jessica made an exit, crossing the street to her home.

After a soothing bath, she barely had time for a cup of tea and a slice of cake before it was time to pick up the girls. After dinner, she told her daughters about Laura’s impending visit, and although the younger girls were disappointed they wouldn’t get to play with their auntie again, they were looking forward to visiting the other half of their family for a slumber party.

Alice was irked by the thought of missing out on the chance to spend time with her aunt — especially since, unlike her younger sisters, she had yet to explore sex with Laura. “Why’s she got to come on Saturday?” Alice pouted, still slouched at the dining table after Katie and Poppy had wandered upstairs, hand in hand.

Seating herself across from Alice, Jess said, “I know how much you’d love to be with your aunt, sweetie… but we don’t even know if Laura wants to join in our… our family activities. All I know is that she asked to get together so that she and I could talk. You wouldn’t want to pressure her for sex, would you?”

“Guess not,” Alice replied with a sigh.

“She’ll still be here when you get home from Stella’s, you know. I promise, if Laura is willing, you’ll be in bed with her that same night. In the meantime, why don’t you invite Bella to spend the night on Friday?”

Alice nodded, smiling once more. “I’ll do that. Thanks.” She rose, turned to go, then paused. “Um… if I get to do stuff with Aunt Laura, it doesn’t have to be just me in bed with her… I think it would be good if Katie and Poppy were there, too. And also you, Mum!”

Jess had to smile. “Come here, love,” she murmured, patting her thighs.

Nestling into Jessica’s lap, Alice glanced shyly at her mother. Slowly, gradually, they drifted together in a tender kiss that quickly mounted into much more.

They finally parted. “Have you done your homework?” Jess asked.

Alice grinned. “Took care of it already.”

“Well, before you phone Bella with the good news, why don’t you and I go upstairs and look in on your sisters? They’ve surely gotten out of their school uniforms by now… and I’m guessing that they’ll be in the mood for some stimulating company.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, Mum.”

Jess and Alice made their way up the stairs, casually shedding their clothes along the way.

***

That Friday night, Jess and her two younger daughters indulged in a round of gentle lovemaking, leaving their big sister alone with her girlfriend in the room next door. Poppy and Katie wanted to fetch the older girls and make the evening into a full-on sex party, but their mother vetoed the idea. “Let’s give Alice the chance to spend some private time with Bella,” Jessica told them.

“Can I lick your bum some more, then?” Poppy shyly asked.

“Of course you can, angel,” Jess replied, getting up on all fours. Within sixty seconds, they were pleasuring one another all over again.

***

Jess woke early on Saturday morning, went down to the kitchen to get breakfast started, then traipsed back upstairs to awaken the girls. Once everyone had showered, eaten and put on clothes, she walked Bella back across the road to Rachel’s. After kissing and thanking Jess, Bella went up to her room to read.

“How was it?” Rachel asked, gesturing toward the sofa. The two women seated themselves side by side. Rachel was wearing a dark blue dress that showcased her legs to impressive effect.

“Well, judging by the noises from Alice’s room, she and Bella had a marvelous time. Katie and Poppy spent the night with me, and we kept to ourselves — though I couldn’t resist stealing a quick peek at Bella and Alice through the bathroom door. I don’t know what videos our eldest girls have been watching, but they seem to have become quite creative in bed. Hopefully, they’ll try some of those new ideas out on us. How was your evening?”

Rachel gave a satisfied nod. “It was nice to spend some quality time with Cindy. My God, that girl is a wild animal in bed! Mark my words, she’s going to make some lesbian nymphomaniac very happy someday.” She snickered. “Until then, that little vixen is ours.”

“You’ll have to let me borrow her sometime. Listen, I’m taking Alice to the gallery, then the girls and I are doing the shopping. What time should I bring them over tonight?”

“I should be home from work around five-thirty… Hmmm, I’ll call you when I get in. It’ll give you more time to clear things up with Laura. Hopefully, she’s decided to join our little sex club.”

“After the number our clever little girls did on her, it’s hard to imagine that she wouldn’t want in. All I can say is that if she’s in the mood to fuck, I’ll damn well give her what she wants. After that, Alice has more or less laid claim to her… but let’s not count our chickens. Everything hinges on what Laura has to say to me, whatever that is.” Placing a hand on Rachel’s thigh, she allowed her fingertips to glide over her lover’s soft skin. “God, you look stunning in that dress. Are you wearing anything underneath?”

Rachel smirked. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Don’t tease me, wench,” Jess said, arching an eyebrow. “You know perfectly well that I have to pick up the girls in fifteen minutes.”

“Pity… and for the record, I’m completely bare beneath this dress.”

“Christ, you are brutal,” Jess sighed. “Listen, before I forget, I think we have another potential convert who’s thinking about dipping her toes in the lesbian pool.”

“Well, that’s a poetic image. Let me guess… Serena. She went home with that Karen Gregson at our girls’ night out, did she not?”

“Yes, and I’ve got to give her a call and get all the juicy details. It’s not her, though. It’s Caterina.”

Rachel gasped in surprise. “Your second in command? Are you joshing me?”

“It seems she’s not had much luck with men for a while, so I sort of suggested she think about dating a woman. Well, ever since I told her about you and me, she’s been doing a spot of online research, if you know what I mean. I think with a little guidance, Cat just might take the plunge.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Fuck me, Jess… do you intend to work your way through all your employees?”

“Oh, no, not me… my plate’s rather full right now. Hooking her up with Stella crossed my mind for about two seconds, but I think her twins would be a bit too hot for Cat to handle. I’m sure that Stella’s girls would adore that hot daughter of hers, though.”

“Cat’s daughter? Um…  Fiorella, right? Oh, yes, she is quite scrumptious. So what’s your idea about how to hook Caterina up?”

“Oh, I was thinking about taking her to another girls’ night out. Cat didn’t fancy using a dating site, as she’d rather cozy up to someone she already knew. Problem is, the only lesbians she knows are, well, you and me.”

“Well… we could give her some pointers, now we’ve had some experience in tutoring novice dykes.”

“Too close to home, love.” Jess glanced at her watch; clucked her tongue. “Oh, my — I really must be on my way.” She looked Rachel up and down again, nodding in appreciation. “You’ll have to wear that dress for me again someday, so I can strip it off you.”

With a brief but affectionate kiss, they parted, and Jess went back home to pick up the girls.

It was still early, but by the time they arrived at Stella’s gallery, she was just opening up for the day. Jess parked, then turned to Katie and Poppy. “You two wait in the car, okay? I’ll be back in a tick.”

“Okay, Mummy,” Katie replied.

A moment later, Jessica and Alice were at the front desk of the gallery greeting Stella, who wore a white blazer over a matching skirt. She greeted them with hugs, then kisses on both cheeks.

Alice was thrilled to be treated as an adult rather than a child, but found herself somewhat distracted as Stella bent to retrieve her glasses from the desk, the woman’s open blazer front making it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Morning, Jess. Hello, Alice! I hope you’re going to enjoy yourself today. I have an artist coming in to show me some of her new pieces. Actually, you know her, Alice — it’s Reiko Shimizu, Azumi’s mum. You can tell me what you think of her work.”

Alice remembered the conversation with her mum about Azumi’s mother being a lesbian, just before she herself told Mum that she liked girls. “I’m really excited about today, yes… Azumi’s one of my friends and I’ve only ever seen photos of her mum’s work on a mobile.”

Watching Jessica closely, Stella said, “I’ll take really good care of Alice, don’t worry. I’ll bring her back on Sunday afternoon, if that’s okay.” She chuckled. “Knowing my girls, they’ll have her up all night. It’s like herding cats, trying to rouse them in the morning.”

The undertone of Stella’s comment and the twinkle in her eyes wasn’t lost on Jessica, She was already forming a mental image of that scene — the naked twins dozing peacefully, an equally nude Stella nestled between them. “That’s fine, Stel. My sister is visiting for a few days, so giving Alice a lift home would be very helpful.” Reaching for Stella’s hand, Jess gave it a squeeze. ”I really appreciate you doing this for my daughter.”

“Yes, thanks so much, Ms. Morrison!” said Alice.

“Believe me, the pleasure’s all mine,” Stella said, wearing a smile that spoke volumes. “And do call me Stella, Alice — everyone else does!”

Turning to Alice, Jess kissed her forehead and said, “Have a good time, sweetie,” followed by a wordless look meant to urge her daughter to be careful, then took her leave.

As Alice watched her mum get back in the car, she exchanged smiles and waves with her younger sisters in the back seat. While the girl was distracted, Stella looked appreciatively at her, liking what she saw — this blue-eyed, long-haired blonde, looking positively luscious in a short, colourful gypsy-style dress that set her bare legs off to impressive effect. Though only twelve, there was a certain presence about the girl that intrigued Stella, even stoked her growing lust. She could scarcely believe that this little honey was not yet a teenager.

As Alice turned back to Stella, a hint of a smile formed in the corner of her mouth as she caught the woman’s glance traveling up from her legs to her face. Good, she’s checking me out.

“Let’s put your bag in my office,” Stella said, “then I’ll show you around.” She walked quickly past Alice, mounting the stairs located at the rear of the gallery. She went a few steps ahead, suspecting that the girl’s attention would quickly be drawn to her bum — especially since Stella had elected to go without panties.

Unable to restrain her curiosity, she glanced back… sure enough, Alice was looking, wide-eyed with awe. Stella winked, flashing the same wry smile she’d seen on Alice’s face moments earlier.

Even though she’d been unable to resist the chance to tease Jessica’s daughter, she thought it best to approach the rest of the day with a more professional demeanour, and set about making Alice’s day one where she would actually learn something about the art dealer’s world.

Once Alice’s overnight bag was stashed in her office, Stella told her about some of the pieces she had before showing her round. Most of the upstairs was dedicated to storage, but in the centre of the large open space was a brightly lit long table, covered by cloths and filled with an array of tools and pots.

“This is where we do restoration work to prep some pieces for display or sale. Some of the painters don’t present their work as well as they might, so we sometimes put their canvases in a new frame. Other times we have cleaning, small repairs or touching up to do.” She pointed toward a door at the back. “That room is where we do some of the work that’s a bit messy; we have extractor fans to keep dust out. My team can do some of the work, but I commission experts for specialist jobs when I need them. You’ll see we have a lot of cameras and other security… at any given time there’s probably over a million pounds worth of art here.”

Alice was genuinely interested in the day-to-day workings of the gallery, impressing Stella with some very intelligent questions that had the woman forgetting, at least for the moment, her ulterior motive for offering the girl a ‘bring-your-friend’s-sexy-young-daughter-to-work-day’.

Upon returning to the downstairs area, Stella gestured toward another door at the back.

“That’s another workshop, one for the items too large to be carried upstairs. There’s also a small kitchen, where we sort the refreshments for invite-only events. If you look behind, up those other stairs, there’s a mezzanine level we use to display smaller collections.”

The tour concluded, Stella showed Alice her latest acquisitions. There were a few dozen paintings, a small photography exhibit, various sculpted works done in all manner of materials, and a room featuring ceramics and jewellery.

Alice was enthralled. “Oh, my… this is incredible. Where do you get everything?”

“Oh, that’s the fun part of owning a gallery. I’ve built up a lot of contacts and I get to travel a lot, especially around Europe — mainly France, Spain and my favourite, Italy. There’s London, of course, and a largeish artistic community in Cornwall. Sometimes a client asks for a particular piece that I’ll try to find. I negotiate with the artist or seller, then whack on my commission — plus expenses, of course.”

Glancing round, Alice asked, “Um… is there anything of yours here?”

Stella arched an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m an artist?”

“Well, you sort of look like one; the way you dress and stuff.”

“Oh really, and how is that?” Stella responded, a little amused.

Alice was feeling nervous, hoping she hadn’t given offense. “Er, a bit like in the Sixties, like you see in the films from back then. I don’t mean that you’re, y’know, old-fashioned, though. I think you’re really cool!”

“That’s very perceptive of you, Alice. As a matter of fact, I got my art degree at Oxford, then spent a year in Florence and I do have a couple of pieces here, some at home. But to be honest, I haven’t painted in a long while; I just can’t find the time.”

“Can I see some of your stuff?”

“Of course. How about you, then? I know you like art, but do you paint or draw?”

“Well, I’ve done some drawings, and my art teacher says they’re good… but, I mean, she probably means good for a schoolgirl.”

“Hmm. Well, you’ll have to show me some of your work some time. After all, I’m the artist.”

A voice interrupted their conversation. “And a fine one indeed, Stella.”

Alice and Stella turned to see an elegantly dressed woman standing behind them, a younger woman next to her.

Stella moved towards the woman and they kissed cheeks. “Blanche, how are you?”

“Very well, thank you.” Turning to Alice, the woman said, “And this enchanting young lady is Jessica’s daughter Alice, if I’m not mistaken…?”

Surprised that the woman recognised her, Alice hastened to reply. “Um, yes, I am. Hi, Ms Turner.”

“Lovely to see you again. This,” Blanche nodded toward the woman at her side, “is my assistant Grace.” Alice and Grace exchanged nods. “Your sisters came to my daughters’ party a few weeks ago, but I haven’t seen you for some time. I must say, you’ve grown into a lovely young lady.”

“Thanks, Mrs Turner; that’s very nice of you. Um, is that dress from Mum’s shop? She’s always saying that you’re her best customer.”

Blanche laughed. “You are absolutely correct, sweet child… this is from your mother’s shop. She always has such beautiful things. So, Alice, are you thinking of becoming an artist?”

“Er, thinking about it, yes.”

Stella spoke. “Jessica mentioned that Alice was interested in art, so I suggested a day at the gallery.”

“Oh, how wonderful,” said Blanche, beaming. “So good to see successful women offering encouragement to our young girls.”

Turning to Alice, Stella said “Blanche is my best client too, Alice. Not only that, she has contacts all over Europe, people who have something to sell or who appreciate beautiful things.”

The look in Stella’s eyes hinted that there was some kind of hidden meaning behind those words, but Alice was too overwhelmed to put much thought into it.

“I assume you’ve come for your new piece, Blanche,” said Stella. “It’s in my office. Come with us, Alice; I think you’ll appreciate this.”

Soon Alice was seated on a luxurious leather sofa between Blanche and Grace, declining the offer of an espresso. Intrigued as she was by Blanche’s purchase, the twelve-year-old couldn’t help but feel somewhat light-headed in the presence of these beautiful women. She couldn’t stop thinking about Stella, completely naked under her dress, while Blanche’s low-cut blue number revealed the fullness of her breasts in a most tantalising way. Somehow, though, Alice was especially attracted to Grace, who had lustrous curly hair, enchanting blue eyes and a gently smiling mouth that seemed to be made for kisses.

Stop thinking about sex all the time! Alice admonished herself. God, you’re turning into a big pervert…

While the girl struggled with her arousal, Stella was unlocking a cabinet behind her desk, from which she extracted a large box, placing it on the coffee table. She slit the box open with a penknife, then reached inside to cautiously remove a heavily wrapped object. Slowly unwinding layer upon layer of bubble-wrap, paper and finally a sheet of soft cloth, Stella revealed a bronze sculpture about eighteen inches high.

The piece depicted three nude females, one standing with her head thrown back, resting both hands on the heads of two other smaller, much younger girls who knelt at her feet. Each of the little girls was embracing one of the older girl’s thighs with one arm, reaching up with the other to cup her bare breast.

Alice drew an intake of breath, mesmerised not just by the subject, but the sheer beauty of the forms. They seemed to move before her eyes, the kneeling girls embracing and nuzzling the standing woman, urging Alice to reach out, to leave her clothes behind and mingle with them.

Blanche had both hands clasped before her, as if she was worshipping the image, “Oh my, Stella… it’s divine. The photos you sent me don’t do it justice.” She glanced at the girl. “What do you think, Alice?”

Alice was staring at the statue, conscious of a growing warmth between her legs. Suddenly realising that Blanche was addressing her, she hesitantly answered. “It’s… beautiful. Almost alive.” She paused to think, then added, “They want something — the, the girls. And that wanting, it, um, feels really good.”

“Interesting,” Blanche said. “What is it that they want, then?”

They want to fuck, Alice thought. Isn’t it obvious? She imagined herself in that same position, with an equally nude Katie and Poppy nuzzling her legs. Still gazing at the bronze, she quietly said, “Love.”

She glanced up, only to find all three women looking at her. For a thrilling moment she felt like a gazelle cornered by hungry predators, then their faces broke into approving smiles.

Stella broke the silence. “Well, not exactly a Sunday Times art critic assessment, but I couldn’t have put it better myself.” She touched the girl’s shoulder. “Well spoken, Alice.”

That was when Grace extended a hand to display her watch. “I’m sorry, Blanche,” she said, wincing slightly, “but we need to get going if you want to make the board meeting on time.”

Lowering her voice to a murmur, pretending to keep her assistant from hearing, Blanche leaned in to Alice and said, “Grace orders me around like a staff sergeant, but I’d never get a thing done without her. Mind you, I would never tell her that, else she’d ask for a raise.”

Everyone laughed, Grace included. Her eyes met Alice’s, and she gave the twelve-year-old a warm, knowing smile.

Alice quickly looked away, feeling her face grow hot. Luckily, Blanche’s attention had shifted to the bronze, and neither she nor Stella noticed the girl’s embarrassment.

“Stella, darling… I simply must go to this meeting, and I’d prefer not to leave this exquisite piece in the car. Would you mind holding on to it for me?”

“Not at all, Blanche. Tell you what — I’ll bring it over Sunday night, after I take Alice home. She’s having a sleepover with the twins tonight, you see.”

“Oh, really? Now, that sounds like fun.” Once more, the elegantly dressed Blanche turned to Alice. “You know, I have quite a few other pieces of art at my home, and I do love to show them. Perhaps you’d like to come over for tea some time…?”

Alice couldn’t help but smile. Wow, this day just keeps getting better! “Thank you, Ms Turner… I’d like that very much.”

Resting a hand on Alice’s knee, Blanche smiled. “I’ll get Grace to check my schedule and call Jessica in a couple of days.

“She does have a very impressive collection,” Stella said. “I ought to know, too — the lion’s share of them came from this shop.”

“Actually, I obtained a stunning canvas you’ve not seen yet,” Blanche said. “One from the Oswald Richter gallery. I look forward to showing it to you, Stella. The model is this gorgeous adolescent Thai girl–” Suddenly noticing the composed expression on the face of her assistant, Blanche quickly got to her feet. “But I’ve really got to go now, before Grace seizes my leg and drags me out. It was lovely to see you again, Alice. Enjoy your day, and your sleepover. I’ll call you later, Stella.”

As Blanche and Grace each hugged Stella in turn, Alice gazed thoughtfully at the sculpture. She knew that Mrs Turner was married to some property bigwig, but the bronze hinted at a possible interest in lesbian erotica. Also, was she maybe… flirting with me a little bit? She was still wondering about that as the two women made their exit, briefly pausing to wave through the open doorway.

Stella re-wrapped the statue and returned it to the box, then led Alice back into the gallery. There she continued the girl’s education, explaining where she’d bought the artworks and, in some cases, their historical origin.

As they stood back and listened as one of the gallery employees presented a large metal sculpture to a possible customer, a smartly-dressed young woman came up to tell Stella that Reiko Shimizu had arrived and was waiting in the rear workshop. With a soft, “Thanks, Gillian,” Stella immediately headed in that direction, Alice close behind, Gillian bringing up the rear.

Upon entering the workshop, Alice gave a bashful smile when she saw Reiko — the mother of her good friend Azumi, and the first out lesbian she’d ever known. Stella gave the diminutive Japanese woman a warm greeting, then Reiko noticed Alice.

“Hello, Alice… what a good surprise! Are you working here on — what do they call it? A… a internship?”

“Hello, Ms Shimizu. No, um, Stella is letting me spend the day here learning about art. She said you were coming in, and I’d get to see your new work.”

Reiko smiled. “Well, I hope you like it.”

As Gillian, the assistant, helped Reiko unpack and set up her canvases, Stella turned to Alice.

“You know, most visual artists stick to one medium, such as painting or sculpture and so on, but Reiko is skilled at whatever she turns her hand to. Her canvases are beautiful and striking, and her photographs always seem to capture the essence of the subject, but she can just as easily turn her hand to sculpture or jewellery… and I’ve no doubt that she could weave a stunning basket if she so chose. I never know what Reiko will be bringing to the gallery, but it always sells.”

Reiko responded. “And Stella always get a very good price for it. That is one of the reason I bring her much of my work — nearly all of it. Oh, unless it is… special commission,” she added, giving a dismissive wave, “but I am — what is the word? — choosy, yes, of who I take those from.”

By then, Gillian had arranged a setup of three easels, each with a light linen cloth draped over the painting. Reiko removed these, then folded back the protective paper covers, standing back to allow the others to see.

The three large canvases were frameless and had one theme: naked women with tattoos. The first was of a woman seated on a bed facing a window, leaning to one side and supporting herself on one arm, She was looking back over her shoulder, a large, colourful phoenix adorning her back.

The second was a woman lying on her stomach with a string of intricate Japanese symbols tattooed down her spine and spreading over her buttocks. Alice felt a twinge of arousal at the view of the woman’s gorgeous bum.

The third was of a woman standing front on with a large tattooed snake winding round her body, starting at her neck. The reptile emerged from between her thighs, curling its way up the left hip, with the head of the snake, its fangs bared, on her lower belly.

Stella’s expression was rapturous, almost hungry. “Oh, Reiko… these are magnificent. Look at the detailing on those tattoos!” She studied them for a moment, thoughtfully stroking her chin. “I might try to sell these as a set — if so, I have a certain client who ought to be interested.” She glanced at Alice. “What do you think?”

“Wow, I love them,” Alice said, shaking her head in awe. “They must have taken ages to do.” She moved closer, wanting to take in every detail.

“Three months, nearly,” said Reiko. “Do you paint, Alice?”

“Well… I do some drawing. My stuff’s okay, I guess — but I could never paint something with this much detail. Mostly I draw the countryside, but I’ve done some animals and, and my youngest sister one time, only her head. But this…” she indicated the third canvas, “…this is so, so intricate. The skin is perfect! I like the way you can see her muscle tone, and her face looks like she’s hiding a secret.” Turning back to the first painting, she pointed at the seated woman. “Um, is that your girlfriend? It sort of looks like her.”

Reiko was impressed that someone so young had such a keen eye, but was somewhat taken aback at the mention of her lover. “Nadya? Er, yes.. She helps me to get the pose right, but only sometimes I use her for my model. She has tattoos, yes, but not so large as this.” She gave Alice a curious glance. “Have you met Nadya before? I do not recall… ah, wait. You know of her because of my daughter?”

“Well, I see her when she comes to pick Azumi up from school, so I asked who she was. Nadya looks pretty cool; I think she’d look great if you painted her just as she is.”

“I will tell her you said that, Alice,” Reiko replied with a smile. “Thank you very much. You seem to know much about art, for one so young. Perhaps someday, I will see your work on these walls.”

“That would… oh, wow, it would be incredible,” Alice said, looking around the workshop, imagining a painting of hers being prepared for display.

“You could do some portraits of those adorable sisters of yours,” Stella said. “That is, if you can get them to stay still long enough. It can be tricky, having young girls as your models. Of course, you could always work from photos.”

“You are most lovely yourself, Alice,” said Reiko. “If you ever wish to sit for me, I would be very interested to paint you.”

“Um, sure!” a dazed Alice exclaimed.

“You know already where to find me,” Reiko said, a twinkle in her eye, “but here, take my card.” She produced a multicolored business card and handed it to Alice. “Even if you do not come to pose, it will be good for you to visit.”

“I’ll do that,” Alice said, feeling a little embarrassed. She’d been neglecting Azumi of late, caught up in exploring her lesbian identity. The last time they’d hung out, all Azumi wanted to discuss was boys she liked. Maybe I should just tell her I’m gay… bet she’d be cool with that.

With a quick glance at her watch, Stella approached Reiko with a clipboard. “Here you are.” As the lovely Japanese woman signed the document it held, Stella said, “Now, before I make any calls to the client I have in mind, I’ll display these for a few days without a price to generate some interest. I’ll let you know what I think we can get for them very soon.”

“Of course, Stella.” Reiko picked up her shoulder bag. “Alice, I will ask Azumi to invite you over. Then you can see my studio.”

“Really? That would be so cool! Thanks, Ms Shimizu. Tell Azumi I’m sorry for being, um, so out of touch. I’ve had a lot of studying to do.” Just not school stuff, she thought.

They exchanged hugs and goodbyes, then Reiko took her leave.

“Well, then,” Stella said, briskly rubbing her hands together. “What can I show you next?”

***

Alice spent the rest of the day shadowing and helping Stella and her team work, selling to prospective customers, preparing work for display, drafting and printing the cards describing the artwork and wrapping pieces for delivery. She even chatted with a couple of customers.

Gillian and Fiona, the two salesgirls — or art consultants, as Stella preferred to call them, quickly took a liking to Alice, and joined their boss in giving her interesting tidbits of information. By the time Stella had switched the handmade neon sign in the window to CLOSED, Alice was shocked by how quickly the day had flown by.

After letting her team out, Alice followed Stella up to the office, where she collected her bag, and Stella picked up the box containing the bronze statue. As switched off her laptop, Stella asked Alice, “So, did you enjoy your first day in the crazy world of modern art?”

“Oh, yes… it was amazing. There’s so much to learn! I’m sure now that I want a career in art, but I’m not sure exactly what.”

“I recommend that you try different things, not just drawing and painting. You’ll see when you visit Reiko’s studio. Everyone’s snapping selfies these days, but what you learn about light and texture as a painter will sharpen your skills as a photographer. You should take some art classes, that’s the best way to learn the basics.” Glancing up at the clock, she added, “Now let’s get this place locked up and head for home, before Sienna and Lacy get into a lather wondering where we are.”

“Thanks so much, Stella.” Alice wrapped both arms around the attractive older woman. “This has been one of my favourite days ever!”

As Stella returned the hug, she smiled, thinking about her real reason for inviting this enchanting youngster to stay over. And if I know my girls, they’ll be making this one of Alice’s favourite nights, too!

Carefully packing the statue in the boot of her car, then covering the box with heavy blankets, Stella set the security system before she and Alice climbed inside. As she turned to place her handbag on the back seat, Stella stole a surreptitious glance at the teen’s bare legs. The move caused her jacket to open slightly, allowing Alice a glimpse of a full breast.

“You know, Alice,” Stella began, “I was quite impressed with how you really mucked in and got involved today. You’re a remarkable young woman, you know — charming, intelligent and very, very beautiful. Reiko clearly thinks so, too.” She hesitated, then continued. “I am a bit sorry that she invited you to pose for her… you see, I’d planned to ask you the very same thing.”

“Really?” Alice gave a shaky laugh. “Wow, two offers to model in one day!”

“In your case,” Stella continued. “I’d like to do something… well, a bit special.” She paused. “Okay, I’m just going to come right out with it and ask: how do you feel about posing nude?”

Alice stared through the windshield at nothing in particular, tingling all over as she imagined it. Omigod, that would be SO HOT. She’d only had suspicions before, but now she was certain that Stella Morrison meant to get her into bed. Wonder if she’ll want to fuck before I pose — or after?

“Um, I’ll okay it with your mother, of course…” Stella added, a bit unnerved by the girl’s lack of a response.

“She won’t mind!” Alice quickly replied, then turned to the older woman, a hint of pink in her cheeks. “Sure, yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Wonderful!” Stella exclaimed.

“Um, Stella? Would you, maybe… pose nude for me, then?” The woman’s eyes widened, and Alice hastened to add, “I’ve never had the chance to draw someone with their clothes off, and I’d really like to!”

Stella slowly nodded, smiling as she gazed into the twelve-year-old’s eyes. “Of course I will,” she said.

“Aw, thanks… that’s so nice of you!” Alice leaned over, intending to hug the woman again — but briefly lost her balance, catching herself with a hand on Stella’s bare thigh.

A wave of arousal flowed through the girl as she raised her face, only to find her nose nearly touching Stella’s. The woman’s eyes, so warm and full, enthralled Alice — and she felt an impulse that was too powerful to deny. Surprising Stella, Alice placed a brief, gentle kiss on the gallery owner’s mouth, then sat back and fastened her seat belt.

Stella sat motionless for a moment, caught up in a mood of eager anticipation. My God, this girl… she’s got me feeling like I’m on my first date. Somehow managing to compose herself, Stella switched on the ignition, put her car into gear and set off.

They were silent for a couple of minutes, then Alice hesitantly began to speak, asking about some of the pieces she’d seen that day. As she answered the girl’s questions, Stella found herself wishing that her own daughters took half as much interest in the gallery.

Upon arriving at Stella’s home, Lacey and Sienna both came racing down the stairs to meet their guest, greeting her with hugs.

“Thanks for coming, Alice!” Sienna exclaimed, all but bouncing in place. “We’re gonna have sooo much fun!”

Lacey took Alice’s hand. “C’mon upstairs and listen to music with us!”

“Or we can play video games,” Sienna said. “We’ve got a couple of new ones we’ve not even opened yet — we can learn how to play ‘em together!”

“Girls! If you don’t slow down, you’ll have poor Alice exhausted and ready for bed before we’ve eaten dinner,” said Stella as she set her handbag down on the coffee table. “Give the girl a chance to catch her breath, for goodness sake. Besides… before you spirit her away, she ought to ring her mother.”

“Oh, yeah, I really should,” Alice said, reaching for her cell phone. “I’ll make it quick, I promise,” she told the impatient twins as she punched in the number, drifting to the other side of the room.

“Hi, Mum!” she said when her mother answered.

“Hi, sweetie… are you still at the gallery? Having a good time?”

“It was great, Mum. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. I’m at Stella’s place now, and just thought I’d check in with you.”

“Thanks for keeping in touch, love. Here’s hoping you get everything you want tonight.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I will,” Alice said, glancing at the twins and liking what she saw. They were both wearing impossibly small shorts and skimpy, midriff-baring tops. Their clearly outlined nipples made it obvious that the girls had gone braless, and they didn’t seem to have bothered with knickers, either. “Okay, Mum.. I’m gonna hang out with Sienna and Lacey for a while.”

“Sounds delightful. Kiss them for me… anywhere you like.”

“I’ll do that. Goodnight, Mum. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

Alice pocketed her phone and made her way back over to where the twins stood. “Okay, that’s done… shall we go listen to music?”

“Yeah, but not upstairs,” Lacey said.

“We had a better idea,“ Sienna said. “Let’s go out to the hot tub instead. The sound system isn’t as good as the one in our room, but we’re so in the mood for a good soak. What do you think?”

“Sure… let’s do that!!” Alice said.

“Mo-om! Can we use the hot tub?” Lacey cried.

“Until it’s time to eat,” Stella said, shrugging out of her coat, “and don’t have the music too loud. Once I’ve changed, I’ll be starting dinner. Alice, is pasta e piselli okay? It’s conchiglie — pasta shells, that is — in a tomato sauce with peas.”

Alice nodded. “That sounds really good.”

“C’mon, guys!” Lacey urged. “Let’s go upstairs, get out of these clothes and grab some towels!” With that, she and Sienna raced up the stairs.

Quickly seizing her bag, Alice followed close behind. “Lucky thing I brought my swimsuit,” she said as they reached the top. “I was hoping we could use the hot tub.”

The twins giggled. “A swimsuit? Don’t worry about that,” said Sienna. “No one can see into the garden, so we always go naked. It’s lots nicer that way.”

Yes! Alice thought, but did her best to seem surprised. “Is your mum okay with that?”

Lacey shrugged. “Why not? We’re all girls together; no need to be shy. Mum never wears anything in the tub, either.”

Following the twins to their room, Alice asked, “So, um, where am I sleeping tonight?”

“What do you mean, where?” a puzzled Sienna replied. “This is a sleepover, silly! We’ll all stay in one room, like we’re camping out.”

Upon entering the bedroom, Lacey and Sienna stripped off before Alice had even undone a button, standing naked and unabashed before their guest. ”Well, hurry up, slowcoach!” Lacey said.

Her heart racing, Alice quickly undressed as the older girls looked on. Once she was nude, the twins took a long appraising look up and down her body, exchanging eager grins before they turned and raced out of the room, Lacey shouting, “Last one in pays a forfeit!”

At the foot of the staircase, Stella was about to go up to her own room when she heard the thundering of bare feet and looked up to see her nude daughters barrelling down the stairs in her direction. She stepped to one side, barely avoiding the stampede as Lacey and Sienna flashed past. Bringing up the rear was Alice, who hesitated halfway down when she saw Stella, then went down a little further before pausing a few steps from the bottom.

She gave the older woman a sheepish smile. “Um… they said it was okay.”

“Oh, it is,” Stella murmured, openly admiring the less developed, yet no less desirable body of the preteen girl.

Alice continued down the stairs, pleased by the effect her nudity had on Stella, who wasn’t even bothering to hide her desire. She walked past the woman with a knowing smile, passing through the doorway into the dining room, then turned back to see Stella a couple of steps up, still looking. Giving her a saucy wink, Alice turned away, calling after the twins. “Hey, wait for me! That wasn’t fair, you two had a head start!”

***

Serenaded by the sounds of three young girls screaming and laughing, Stella went up to her room, which overlooked the rear garden. She casually stripped naked, then padded over to the window to look down at the hot tub. She began to lightly tease her clitoris, anticipating the sexual delights she hoped to experience later. The impulse was there to masturbate herself to orgasm, but Stella paused. No, she told herself. Save it for later. Good things come to those who wait.

She pulled on a loose vest and shorts, nothing on underneath, then went downstairs to start dinner. Once the sauce was simmering, Stella poured a glass of wine and seated herself by the kitchen window, the perfect place to observe the hot tub without being seen. Taking a sip from her glass, she watched the girls entertain their guest.

***

The girls sang along with a couple of their favourite songs and splashed around for a while, finally settling down and enjoying the caress of the heated water.

Lacey decided to probe their guest a little. “So, Alice… have you got a boyfriend yet?”

Fully aware of what Lacey was up to, Alice promptly replied, “No, I’m a bit young to go on dates. Anyway, the boys in my class are all complete muppets.”

The twins giggled, and Sienna said, “Well, we’re old enough to date, but yeah, boys are knobs — a bloody waste of time, really. Who knows, we might date boys someday, but only to switch off and see if they can tell us apart.”

“It’s not worth the fuss,” Lacey declared. “We have fun together instead. Don’t we, sis?”

Sienna answered in a low, seductive voice. “Oh, yeah, we know lots of ways to enjoy ourselves. Hey, Alice, you know what we really like to do in here? Sit on the jets. It feels fuckin’ awesome.”

“Here, I’ll show you what we do.” Lacey adjusted her position on the seat until the bubbles that had been rising to the surface of the warm water disappeared. “Oooooh, nice!” she squealed, then moved to one side. “Here — you try it, Alice.” Taking her arm, Lacey guided Alice over to the same spot, carefully positioning her with one hand on the twelve-year-old’s back, the other on her left thigh. Sienna moved in to assist.

The twins holding her in place, Alice started as her groin was massaged by a rush of propelled water. The unexpected sensation quickly turned to pleasure, and she shifted her hips to seek out the best position.

Exchanging a quick grin, Sienna and Lacey leaned in further, each resting a hand on one of Alice’s thighs, then they gently coaxed them apart. Her eyes dancing with excitement, Lacey slowly trailed her fingers upward until they met the pliant flesh of the younger girl’s vulva.

Her eyes popping open, Alice swivelled her head to the right, only to be confronted by the smiling face of Lacey, barely an inch from hers. The teen’s predatory gaze held Alice as Lacey’s finger made contact with her clitoris.

Alice inhaled sharply — but before she had time to react beyond that, she felt a hand caress her breast, a finger twirling around the nipple, and abruptly turned left to see a mirror of the face on her right. She glanced back at Lacey, then returned to Sienna, all but vibrating with anticipation. Things were working out just as she’d hoped.

With her free hand, Sienna lightly cupped Alice’s face, then used it to pull the younger girl closer, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss. Alice surrendered to the gentle probing tongue until Sienna pulled away with a delighted giggle. Then Alice was turned to the right to receive something very similar from Lacey.

A few seconds later, Lacey broke their kiss. Grinning at their guest, she murmured, “I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna have some serious fun later.”

Wondering if Stella was watching, secretly hoping that she was, Alice looked in the direction of the patio door. “Um… should we be doing this?” she said, affecting an air of concern. “What if your mum sees us?”

The twins laughed. “Don’t you worry about Mum,” said Lacey. With that, both girls leaned across her and kissed; their joined lips and twirling tongues not two inches from her own.

***

Stella was still seated by the kitchen window, watching her girls set about seducing their guest. As they closed in on Alice, their hands brushing the twelve-year-old’s bare body, she pressed a hand against her sex, pushing the thin material into her throbbing crease. Fighting a strong temptation to abandon dinner and join her daughters, Stella forced herself to turn away and return to the kitchen.

After all, she told herself, I don’t want to come on too strong. Best to be patient, give the girls time to bring Alice to the boil. Her friend’s daughter was definitely into women — Stella had picked up enough clues from the girl that day to feel certain of it. Still, sharing bed with a pair of teenage twins and their mother might not fall into a twelve-year-old’s comfort zone.

There’s something about her, though… Stella mused. I can’t help but feel that our little Alice is up for any kind of kinky fun we can dish out.

Drifting back to the open door, she announced, “Girls, I’m just about to put the water on for the pasta. Time to come out.”

Just as they’d planned, Sienna responded by shouting, “Hey, Mum? We forgot to get towels. Can you bring us some?”

Stepping into the downstairs bathroom, Stella took three towels from a small linen closet, then stepped outside, heading toward the hot tub just as three naked, dripping beauties exited the gazebo

She handed them one towel apiece. “Dry off, then get yourself dressed, girls. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.” With a last appreciative glance at Alice, she went back inside.

Stella was about to dish up the meal by the time the three girls had dressed — if you could even call the barely-there vest and shorts outfits the twins wore dressed — and made their way to the kitchen, where a tantalising scent perfumed the air.

As the girls seated themselves, Stella asked, “Alice, does your mum let you have wine?”

“Just a little… on special occasions.”

“Well, I think today counts as a special occasion, don’t you? After all, you had your first work experience, and this is your first sleepover with the twins. I’m sure Jessica would be okay if I let you have a taste.”

Stella poured them each a small glass of red wine, then served up the pasta with a large wooden spoon. She seated herself, and they all tucked in.

“Oh, my, this is delicious!” Alice declared after her first bite.

“Yeah, it’s great, Mum,” Lacey said. Sienna nodded in agreement, her mouth full.

Stella beamed. “Thank you, girls.”

The conversation flowed mainly between art, clothes and school, with the occasional piece of gossip about other pupils or teachers, just like any other family meal.

When Alice offered to help with the washing up afterward, Stella gave her daughters a pointed look. “Did you hear that, girls?”

Lacey shrugged. “We would offer to help, Mum, but you know we’d just get in the way and make a big mess.”

“Besides,” Sienna chimed in, seizing Alice’s arm, “we have to entertain our guest!”

Stella rolled her eyes. “In that case, you’d better go and watch a movie or something in the living room. We wouldn’t want you girls to tire yourselves out, after all.” The twins giggled and dragged Alice into the adjoining room.

As Stella cleared away the dishes and washed up, she heard boisterous laughter and smiled to herself, then stared out the window, feeling a bit wistful as she thought about the eventuality of her twins growing up and moving away. While Lacey and Sienna often behaved in a scatterbrained fashion, loved causing havoc and only seemed to be interested in clothes, the girls were actually extremely clever, with a real possibility that they would both get to university. That time was drawing nearer each term, and the thought of living alone in this house without their chaos and noise filled her with sorrow.

Then, of course, there was the sex. My god, the sex!

Since realising she was a lesbian at thirty-five, Stella had been with many women and no small number of very young girls, but the twins… they were something special. Despite no longer being the preteen lovelies usually doted on by the Society ladies, they were the most popular of the members’ daughters, and not just because they were the only twins. Their enthusiasm and adventurous nature meant their lucky partners could never be sure of what new delights awaited them. Sienna and Lacy were also brilliant with the younger girls, teaching them bedroom skills that could be relied on to drive other women wild.

Stella’s daughters had first crept into her bed on a cold, stormy night, shortly after the divorce. It was all quite innocent, and she was in need of comfort, so she let them stay, one nestled into her on each side. Over the next few years this would happen again every once in a while, though Stella would ask the girls to stay in their own beds on nights when she was entertaining a lover.

It was not long after the twins turned ten that Stella’s relationship with them changed forever.

After the split with Graham, she’d put all her energy into the gallery and her daughters, with social activities that were mostly linked to work. She had a couple of unsatisfactory dates with men, but a young female artist had rekindled the lesbian desires she’d experienced during her university days. It was more than enough to convince Stella that she was gay.

Over the next year, she sought out any opportunity to satisfy her desire for women of all ages, but she tended to favour younger lovers, occasionally bringing one of them home. In leaner times, she relied on a growing collection of sex toys, but whenever the twins came into her bed, she used her fingers — that is, once she felt sure that they were asleep.

One night Stella was thinking about an especially steamy evening she’d had at university, one where her two roommates and a tutor drifted into a lesbian foursome after a drunken night out. As she slipped a hand into her panties and began to masturbate, Stella felt a hand cover hers beneath the quilt. Startled, she turned to see Lacey, gazing at her in the gloom. Before she could respond, she felt the weight of another hand and froze. Turning the other way, she saw Sienna, a sweet smile on the girl’s lips.

“Um… what are you doing, girls?”

Lacey had spoken first. “We just want to make you feel good, Mummy.”

“We know you get sad, sometimes,” Sienna said, “but not when a pretty lady sleeps in here with you.”

They continued to speak, trading comments back and forth. “We see you doing things with them. Y’know, kissing and touching and… other stuff.”

“It looks like you’re having lots of fun.”

“And sometimes when we’re in your bed, you touch your naughty bits. That looks like fun, too!”

Pushing their hands away, Stella reached sideways to switch on her bedside lamp, then sat up, giving the twins a stern look. “Girls, that’s grownup stuff. You shouldn’t be watching, and you really aren’t supposed to touch Mummy like that.”

Sienna frowned. “But it makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”

“Well, yes, but… look, that’s not the point! It’s not something mummies and daughters should do.”

“Why not, Mummy?” asked a pouting Lacey. “Can’t we make you happy?”

Four years later, Stella recalled the way she’d hesitated, struggling with how best to respond to the twins. That pause! she told herself. It’s when I missed my chance to stop them, to send those little imps back to bed and pretend that they’d never offered to fuck me — even if they weren’t even sure what fucking was.

That was a pivotal point in her relationship with the girls. In the instant before Stella could speak, Lacey had slipped a tiny hand into her mummy’s damp knickers. By the time she registered the move and was about to seize her daughter’s wrist, Lacey’s finger brushed her throbbing clitoris.

The sensation was dizzying, causing Stella to draw a sharp intake of breath. Before she knew it, Sienna had reached up to pull down the front of her negligee, baring her left breast. The child gave the creamy globe a brief caress, then bent down to take a swelling nipple into her mouth. This was quickly followed by Lacey giving the same loving attention to the other breast. Both girls were nursing from their mummy, just as they had as babies ten years earlier.

She’d been a long time without, and the urge to surrender proved too strong to resist. When little Lacey threw back the quilt, slipped down between Mummy’s legs and clumsily tugged her panties down and off, Stella abandoned all sense of right and wrong, letting her children do what they wanted.

She cried out loud when Lacey burrowed between her legs and began to lick, the ten-year-old clearly copying what she’d seen her mummy’s lovers do. Then she felt warm, tender lips caressing hers — the lips of her daughter Sienna.

This was arousal such as Stella had never known, and she was enjoying it with her own children. Cupping Sienna’s sweet face in both hands, she kissed the child like a lover, her excitement ratcheting up a notch when their tongues met and mingled.

The rest of that night had left her drained, both physically and emotionally, but she’d never been happier. Years later, Stella still felt a measure of surprise at the ease with which she’d returned the favour to her twins, tasting their virgin cunts. Then she rimmed them, something the girls had never seen her do with a partner. Afterwards, they exchanged passionate kisses and words of devotion.

From that evening on, Sienna and Lacey were her lovers. A year later, she’d introduced them to the Society, not long after becoming a member herself. She’d fucked them hundreds of times, both individually and together. It has been a while since the three of us have shared a younger girl, though, she reminded herself, thinking of Alice and how absolutely scrumptious the little nymph was.

Putting the last dish in the rack to dry, she strode over to the living room door and peered into the room. “Girls, I’m going to be in the study. Please try to keep the noise down.” The girls were sitting closely on the sofa, with Alice nestled snugly between the twins. They were still dressed, though.

Sienna responded. “Okay, Mum. We’re about to go upstairs and listen to music.”

With one last smile for Alice, Stella left the room, heading down the hall to her study. Once inside, she closed the door and sat at the desk, pausing to study a photo of the girls, feeling those familiar urges. It’s been four years since that first night with my daughters… and the hunger I feel for them is stronger than ever. How is that possible?

She absentmindedly dropped a hand to her lap, but quickly admonished herself. Pushing all thoughts of sexy young girls from her mind, Stella began to open her emails and consult catalogues, throwing herself into her work — only to be interrupted a few minutes later when she heard the girls running upstairs.

I’ll give them a couple of hours; well, maybe one hour, that should be long enough.

***

The three girls entered the bedroom — whichever ones the twins were sharing, Alice couldn’t remember.  As for Sienna and Lacey, they were giddy at the prospect of welcoming a newcomer to their bed, as well as getting ‘caught’ by Mum if everything worked out as expected.

Alice was beginning to feel a hint of uncertainty. She was looking forward to exploring sex with these older girls, not least because they were sisters, but she still wasn’t exactly sure where their mother fit in. Is Stella really okay with me and her girls fucking? Does she want me, too? And is there a chance that maybe, just maybe Stella will join us in bed…? 

She wasn’t sure how this was going to play out, but was determined to savour whatever pleasures the night had in store. Alice couldn’t let herself get carried away and let anything slip about the special, hidden love she enjoyed with her mum and her sisters. Keep the secret, she reminded herself as Sienna’s fingers trailed down her arm in a most provocative way. Keep the secret.

Lacey bent over a desk to tap the keyboard of an open laptop. It brought a large monitor on the wall to life, a music video appearing on the screen that featured two young schoolgirls singing and dancing in the falling rain. Alice recognised it as the first time she’d ever seen two girls kiss. It was “All the Things She Said’ by the Russian duo t.A.T.u. She recalled her disappointment when she looked them up on Wikipedia, only to find out that they weren’t real lesbians.

As she perched on the edge of the bed, the twins began to sinuously gyrate around each other, but without touching, their arms swaying. It was an incredibly sensuous dance, that much could be seen in the girls’ eyes — as if they were making love with no physical contact. Alice stared at the twins, enthralled by the strangely lewd spectacle.

As the video ended, another sprang to life; one Alice didn’t recognise — not that she was paying much attention to it anyhow. She did notice two barely-clad women cavorting on the screen, but the sight of Sienna and Lacey imitating these dancers was far more rewarding. Sienna suddenly reached out to snatch Alice’s hand, pulling her into the mêlée.

The twins whirled and writhed around to dizzying effect as they circled Alice, sometimes sandwiching her between them for a heartbeat or two before resuming the dance. Every now and then a hand brushed a part of her body, just enough to tease — but after a minute or two Sienna placed both hands on Alice’s hips, drawing her in until their bellies touched. Before Alice could respond, she felt stiffened nipples press into her back as Lacey cushioned her from behind, the girl’s hands drifting forward to settle on her breasts.

It had been an incredibly arousing day for Alice — not just the anticipation she’d felt before even stirring from bed, but the subtle flirting with Stella, as well as her discovery that the woman was stark naked under her dress, along with the intensely sexual aspect of some of the artworks she’d seen at the gallery, especially the nudes Reiko had brought in to show. Her knickers had already dampened several times.

Now she was trapped, gloriously trapped between two sweet-smelling, scantily clad girls, both of them bent on getting her naked and between the sheets. Her excitement was at fever pitch.

Alice felt the warm caress of Lacey’s breath as the older girl dipped down to lick a pathway up to her ear. With a tiny gasp, Alice let her head loll back, and Sienna was quick to move in, fastening her lips to the twelve-year-old’s neck like a vampire — though with a far gentler bite. Trailing kisses upward, she sought out Alice’s mouth with hers.

Her heart pounding a frantic tattoo, Alice parted her lips, welcoming the teen girl’s searching tongue. They shared a long, hungry kiss, then Lacey leaned over Alice’s shoulder, and Sienna broke away to kiss her sister with the same lustful fervor.

The moment was interrupted when the music video ended and an advertisement kicked in. “Ugh! Whatever!” Lacy cried, stomping over to the keyboard to silence the toffee-voiced announcer with a defiant tap of the finger.

No one spoke. As the twins grinned knowingly at Alice, she wondered what their next move would be. This was unfamiliar ground for her; when it came to sex, she was used to taking more of a lead in the safe environment of her extended family. For the moment, at least, her desire for these girls and their mother held sway over whatever concerns she felt.

Keep the secret, she told herself once more. That’s the important thing.

It was Sienna who asked the first question. She and her sister seated themselves on the bed, indicating that Alice should sit between them.

“So, Alice… I think you’ve done this before, so you must have practised with someone. You’ve not had a boyfriend, that’s what you told us, right?” Alice nodded. “So you must have kissed a girl, like one of your friends… or someone else, maybe?”

“Actually, I have a girlfriend.”

“Cool!” Lacey exclaimed. “A proper girlfriend, then! Me and Sienna thought you’d might’ve been trying it out with someone like… I don’t know, one of your sisters?”

Alice pretended to be surprised. “Katie? Or Poppy? What on earth made you think that?”

Lacey shrugged. “When you came to lunch and we were changing into our new outfits, your sisters, both of them, seemed to really like seeing us naked… and touching us.”

“We got the feeling that maybe you guys play around sometimes,” Sienna chimed in. “Nothing wrong with that, mind — all cool girls should fuck their sisters. You prob’ly noticed that Lace and I like to do stuff with each other.”

Alice decided to skirt that part of their inquiry. “Well, I’m doing stuff with Bella Thomas.”

This revelation seemed to surprise Lacey. “No! Shy little Bella?”

“Actually, sis, she’s not that little,” Sienna said. “Bella’s getting a nice pair of tits. Be just like her mum’s in a few years, I shouldn’t wonder.”

“She’s not that shy anymore, either,” Alice added.

Turning to their guest, Sienna resumed her line of questioning. “So, have you done very much with her? Yeah, you guys kiss, but I bet you love touching those cute little tits, too. Ever go further than that?”

“Um, yeah, we’ve done… well, pretty much everything. We’re both lesbians,” said Alice.

“Ooooh! Did you hear that, Lace?” Sienna squealed. “Alice is a lesbian, same as her mum. That’s so cool; she’s just like us!”

“So when did you know?” asked Lacey. “Did you and Bella become gay when your mums did?”

“Actually, it was about the same time, but I was thinking about girls before that. I spoke to Mum about it, not long before she got together with Rachel.”

“Hmmm, that’s interesting. So did your mum teach you anything about lesbian stuff?”

Knowing full well what the twins were hinting at, Alice answered carefully. “Well, she, um, helped me find  information online… you know, stuff for girls who think they might be gay and have loads of questions about it.” In fact, her mother had done no such thing, but it sounded convincing. “And when I looked round on my own, I found a bunch of super sexy lesbian stories… videos, too!”

“Sweet!” Lacey was practically bouncing where she sat. “We love watching lesbian videos, ‘specially ones with older women and young girls. Oh, and the ones where a mother is having it off with her own daughter… fucking hell, that’s hot! Ever watch anything like that?”

She had, but Alice chose to keep that to herself for the moment. “Mums and daughters having sex? Wow… I might have done, but to tell the truth, I always watch those kinds of videos with the sound turned down, so Mum won’t catch me.”

Lacey giggled. “You never know — if that happened, she might strip off and watch it with you!”

Before Alice could respond, Sienna spoke up. “Y’know what, sis? I think Alice should show us what she’s learned about being gay. Then we can show her what we know. It’ll be like a school project!”

“Ooooh, that sounds like a great idea! What do you think, Alice?”

By then, Alice was ready for anything these sexy older girls wanted, but couldn’t resist the chance to play hard to get. “Well, I don’t know. Sure, it’s always nice to learn new things, and you guys are really cute, but I’d be cheating on Bella. She is my girlfriend, after all.”

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want you to cheat,” Lacey protested.

“Yeah, we’re not trying to break you guys up or anything,” Sienna added. “Think of it as a chance to get even better at being a lesbian. I mean, Lace and I have been having sex for, like, four years! We can teach you all the tricks we know, then you can use them with Belle!”

“And hey, if she’s into it, we’d be way into having you both over for some four-way fun.”

Alice fought back the urge to giggle. Bloody hell, do these two want to fuck or what? “Well, when you put it like that,” she said, pretending to mull it over, “I suppose it would be okay.” Anyhow, Bella is probably having it off right now with my sisters… Katie is sucking her nipples, and Poppy’s tongue is up her bum.

Grinning at each other, the twins reached out and exchanged a quick high five, then Sienna jumped up to stand in front of Alice. “C’mon, let’s get naked!”

Alice glanced towards the door, feigning concern. “What about your mum? What if she comes up? Shouldn’t we, um, close the door at least?”

Lacey shook her head. “Don’t worry about Mum, she’ll be working in her study for hours. And we should leave the door open, then we’ll hear her if she’s coming.”

Yeah, sure… like she’d even make a sound on that thick carpet. By then, Alice was convinced that Stella would be dropping in on their little party at some point.

Lacy rose from the bed, approaching her sister. She crossed her arms to grasp the bottom of her vest and began to take it off when Sienna stopped her. “Hold on, sis,” she said. “Let’s do this properly. I think we should have our guest undress us.” She turned to look at Alice.

From her sitting position, Alice reached out to slowly tug at the sides of Sienna’s tiny cotton shorts until they slipped to the floor. She hesitated for a moment to study the short-cropped triangle of blonde pubes above the smooth, peachy pussy she remembered from her previous visit. Now able to study it up close, she admired the neatly manicured tuft. She reached out to stroke the older girl’s vulva, letting a finger glance over the erect little trigger of her clit — causing Sienna to start at the unexpected caress.

A slight movement to the left diverted her attention to Lacey, and Alice reached out to pull her shorts down. Looking from one pussy to the other, she noted they were indeed identical twins. Tearing her eyes away from the tantalising view, she looked up into their smiling faces. Alice couldn’t put her finger on how, but she was able to tell the difference between them.

She got to her feet, and Sienna lifted her arms, inviting their new partner to continue undressing her. Alice lifted the older girl’s vest up and off to reveal a luscious naked blonde, one who could almost be an older version of her. After divesting Lacey of her top, Alice glanced from one to the other — contemplating the next move, but first casting an admiring eye of the twins’ flawless breasts, now awaiting her attention. While not yet as full as they would surely be when the girls matured, they were beautifully shaped with pert pink nipples that were already fully erect.

Alice reached out to both girls, taking a breast in each hand. She cupped, then caressed the soft, pale globes, teasing the nipples with strokes of the thumb before lightly pinching and rolling them between her fingers. The twins gave simultaneous moans, and Alice broke into a pleased grin.

Deciding to focus on one girl at a time, a single step brought her close to Sienna, enough that their bodies were nearly touching. Alice gazed at the girl for a moment, letting it be known without words that she was more than just a new plaything for the twins. Sienna actually shivered in anticipation when she read the confidence in Alice’s eyes, just before the twelve-year-old went up on tiptoe to claim her mouth in a heated kiss. This startled Sienna for a nanosecond, but she recovered quickly, meeting and matching her new lover’s ardor.

Lacey was also taken by surprise to see Alice come on so strongly. She was tempted to join in, but held back for the moment, wanting to watch her sister get taken by a younger girl. With one hand, she fondled her breasts, allowing the other hand to slip between her legs.

As their tongues darted and danced, Alice explored Sienna’s bare body with both hands, giving the teen’s bum a playful squeeze before she broke away, dipping down to take a nipple between her lips. She began to slowly trail her fingertips between Sienna’s breasts, continuing downward until she found the feather-soft curls that adorned the teen’s pubis. Parting her fingers slightly, Alice eased her middle finger into the juicy cleft — applying brief hints of pressure to the prominent clitoris, then taking long, steady strokes up and down through Sienna’s labia.

Sienna was moaning while Lacey looked on, caressing and fingering herself more frantically by the second as she Alice made love to her sister, pretending that she was seeing herself being pleasured.

Suddenly Alice hooked a finger into Sienna’s cunt, causing the teen to cry out loud. With shaking hands, Sienna clutched the younger girl’s face to her chest. Alice began to thrust that wicked finger in and out, her tongue emerging to lap at the teen’s nipples.

It was all too much for Lacey — she had to be part of this. Quickly moving to her sister’s side, she crushed her mouth to Sienna’s in a hard, possessive kiss.

A few heartbeats later, Lacey broke away, nuzzling a path down Sienna’s neck as she moved to stand behind the girl, reaching around to caress her free breast as she watched Alice, noting the twelve-year-old’s skill at fingering pussy. There’s no bloody way she learned that from Bella, Lacey told herself. Resting her chin on Sienna’s shoulder, she gave her sister’s nipple a pinch, a bit harder than she intended to. Sienna responded with a shiver, then reached around to stroke the back of Lacey’s head.

Lacey’s other hand was resting on her sister’s hip, but as her arousal grew, she slipped it down to caress Sienna’s smooth bum, then traced the anal cleft with two fingers. Pausing in mid-caress, Lacy brought that hand to her mouth to coat a finger with saliva, then sought out her twin’s rosebud once more. Pressing the fingertip between the supple globes, she penetrated her sister’s anus, going further and deeper until nothing but a thin hot wall of flesh separated her finger from Alice’s.

In the meantime, Alice was finding it difficult to keep Sienna’s nipple in her mouth, due to the older girl’s jerking movements, so she raised her head — but before working out her next move, Sienna began to come, her body trembling almost violently. Seizing Alice’s face between both hands, she pulled the preteen into a frantic kiss as she rode out her climax.

Soon, however, Sienna was out of breath and had to break away — and that was when Lacey, hungry for her own taste of Alice’s mouth, took a step round her sister to embrace their new playmate and kiss her. Alice let herself be enveloped in Lacey’s arms, withdrawing her finger from Sienna’s cunt.

Though still recovering from orgasm but eager for more lovemaking, Sienna began to undo the buttons on the younger girl’s plaid shirt, slipping a hand inside to caress Alice’s small breasts. Greedy to get at her new lover’s treasures, Sienna dropped to her knees and grappled with the buttons of the denim miniskirt, dragging it down as soon as enough were undone to allow it. The skirt puddled around Alice’s ankles,  revealing that the girl hadn’t bothered putting her panties back on after their soak in the hot tub. Ready for more action, Sienna thought. I like that in a girl.

Without waiting for Alice to step out of the pooled skirt, she rose to her feet and joined the embrace, giving and receiving kisses in turn. After switching from one to the other, then coming together in a clumsy but very hot meeting of mouths and tongues in a tussle for dominance.

Finally the three girls broke apart — all panting, all smiles.

Sienna gazed knowingly at Alice. “I think you’ve got a lot more experience at this than you’re letting on.”

“Well, me and Bella got a lot of ideas from the videos we watched. And we have sex pretty much every chance we get,” Alice responded. “Um, our mums even let us sleep together!” She forced herself to maintain eye contact with the twins, and keep her voice steady.

Lacey and Sienna stole a quick glance at one another, both girls certain that there was a lot more to it than Alice was admitting. Turning to their new playmate, they gave her a push, causing the twelve-year-old to fall back onto the bed. Lacey quickly joined her, kneeling next to Alice’s head.

Looking down, she said, “You’ve got talented fingers, I’ll say that… and you sure know how to kiss. Let’s see how good you are at eating pussy,” Straddling Alice’s face with a knee on each side, Lacey lowered her pussy to an open and eager mouth.

Just as Alice extended her tongue to lick at the juicy flesh, she felt her own knees being spread apart and a warm, wet mouth covering her throbbing cunt, then Sienna’s tongue began to glide up and down, up and down. It felt incredible; possibly the best oral she’d ever had.

Before very long, Sienna’s skills were pushing Alice to her limit, but she refused to let that distract her from pleasuring Lacey. She licked wildly at the girl’s dripping slit, her mouth and chin dripping with nectar, the tang of it tart and luscious.

Wanting to impress the twins, Alice firmly grasped Lacey’s bum, urging her forward until she gained access to the girl’s bum crack. Using her fingertips, she prised the cheeks apart, drew in closer and bathed the taut rosebud with a long swipe of the tongue.

This drew a surprised yelp from Lacey. “Oh… oh fuck, yes!”

Hearing and seeing her sister’s reaction, Sienna looked up, seeing at once what had caused it. She learned that from practising with Bella, did she? What a load of bollocks. In her mind, there was no doubt that this preteen minx had done a lot more than watch porn videos and experiment with her girlfriend. On the other hand, the sudden thought of Bella Thomas prompted Sienna to picture the blossoming brunette. Yeah, she’s growing up a treat, that one. We should get Alice to bring her to the next sleepover. 

Returning to the task in hand, Sienna decided that it was only fair for Alice to receive the same pleasure she was giving her sister. Lifting the younger girl’s hips slightly, she licked a trail down to her anus, circling the tight opening a few times before pressing against the tight hole with a stiffened tongue, pleased to hear Alice moan her approval into Lacey’s arse.

***

A few minutes after the girls made their way up the stairs, Stella carefully opened her study door. Although she’d intended to allow her daughters an hour or so to work their magic on young Alice, she reasoned that it made sense for her to remain alert and listen in case the twins called her, or if things got so loud and wild that there was no point in delaying her own entrance. So she sat back and waited at her desk, idly glancing through a new catalogue from one of her preferred European designers. She couldn’t focus on it, though — too busy thinking about what her daughters were up to.

At first Stella heard music coming from the girls’ room, followed by muted conversation; then it had gone quiet. She contemplated stepping out into the hallway and edging closer to that bedroom door, but forced herself to remain seated. She looked at the monitor without focusing, then turned to her picture of the girls. Slipping a hand into her open blouse, she gently teased a nipple into throbbing hardness.

You’re acting like a besotted schoolgirl, she admonished herself. Easy to see why, though — that Alice is a real find. I can’t recall the last time I wanted a new girl so badly.

Just as Stella was reminding herself for the umpteenth time to be patient, she heard the unmistakable cry of a young girl in the throes of sexual rapture, rolling down the stairs like lava from a volcano.

Without bothering to switch off her laptop, she swivelled round in the chair, stood and moved to the stairs. Taking each step slowly, she ascended, passing her room and stopping just before Lacey’s door as she heard muffled moans and the sounds of slurping on wet flesh. Edging forward, she saw one of her twins astride Alice’s face, the other feasting between her legs. From her vantage point, even she couldn’t tell which twin was giving, which was receiving.

Stella reached down to palm her tingling cunt, then turned away to lean against the wall, closing her eyes as she slipped that hand inside her cotton shorts.

It’s definitely time. Hastening into her room, she hurriedly pushed down the shorts and lifted the vest over her head, dropping it where she stood. Now nude, she quickly tiptoed back to Lacey’s door, which she gently nudged all the way open before positioning herself in the entrance.

Stella began to please herself, squeezing a breast with one hand while the other found its way between her legs. Though seething with lust, she restrained the impulse to call attention to herself, wanting to take in the tableau for a while longer before she was discovered.

As she looked on, all the while lovingly stimulating her clitoris, the twin she now recognised as Lacey cried out in response to something Alice must have done to her, then blurted, “Oh… oh fuck, yes!” Looking closer, Stella was shocked, yet thrilled to see that this supposedly inexperienced girl of twelve was rimming Lacey. No hesitant flicks of the tongue, either — Alice was eagerly making love to the older girl’s anus, bathing the dark pink crevice with long, adoring licks.

Stella smiled. My God, this girl! I think I’m in love. 

A movement at the foot of the bed drew her attention to Sienna, who had just looked up at her sister. She must have realised what Alice was doing, as she then tilted her new friend’s pelvis back just enough to expose the girl’s bum hole, then applied her tongue to the tiny pucker. Pausing just long enough to sweep her hair back, Sienna spied her mother, now nude and masturbating in the open doorway. With a quick wink, she went back to her task. Stella gave her daughter a nod of approval, but Sienna wasn’t looking.

By then, still perched on Alice’s face, Lacey was aching to come. Shifting backwards, she offered her young lover access to her cunt once again, then whimpered as the girl gave her what she craved. She bent forward, head hung low, a hand on the bed to support herself, trembling all over as Alice suckled her clitoris.

Stella’s excitement only intensified as she watched Lacey, that familiar expression her daughter always wore when she approached climax. I’ll never get tired of seeing her come, she thought.

When the teen came, she shook, stiffened, then slumped down onto Alice. A moan of protest alerted her that she was almost suffocating the younger girl, so Lacey quickly rolled off to one side, catching sight of her mum in the process. Before Alice could open her eyes and notice Stella standing there, Lacey quickly moved to kiss her, purring contentedly as she tasted herself on the twelve-year-old’s lips and tongue.

Meanwhile, Sienna was still sprawled between Alice’s thighs, bent on giving her a real wall-shaker of an orgasm. She worked magic with her mouth and tongue on the girl’s lightly-downed cunt, while her finger twisted around and around inside Alice’s hot, slippery rectum. Finding the tiny but visibly erect clitoris, Sienna took it between her lips to nibble, a trick she used to drive lovers absolutely wild.

Sure enough, a violent jerk raced through Alice’s slight frame, and she wrenched her mouth away from Lacey’s, completely forgetting to be quiet as her animal-like cry filled the room. She rocked forward and back, the breath harsh and ragged in her throat. Sienna wouldn’t stop, playing her young partner’s clit like a virtuoso until Alice pushed her face away with quivering hands.

As the spasms subsided and her heartbeat steadied, Alice gave Lacey a sleepy smile, then glanced down at Sienna, who was licking her lips. Just then, Sienna turned to look towards the door, a victorious smirk on her lips. Following her gaze, already suspecting what she was going to see, Alice froze at the sight of the twins’ mother, standing in the open doorway.

For a fraction of a second, overwhelmed by panic, Alice felt the urge to snatch up a pillow and cover her nakedness before she noticed that Stella was nude herself. Not only that, the luscious blonde was openly masturbating.

Oh, wow… this really is happening!

At that instant, Alice realised that despite how much she’d pictured herself fucking the twins and their mum together, she hadn’t believed that her fantasy would come true, not really. But it was.

Alice found herself unable to speak as Sienna uncurled her body, rose from the bed and strutted over to where her mother stood, her hips swaying in a most provocative manner. Stella pulled her in with an arm around the girl’s waist, and they came together in a brief but torrid kiss before parting with a shared smile. Alice saw Stella lick her lips, clearly enjoying the flavour of pussy that lingered on her daughter’s mouth. My pussy, Alice told herself.

Stella’s hand was still busy, two fingers sawing in and out of her cunt — but Sienna interrupted her mum’s movement, taking that hand between hers and bringing it to her face, where she took Stella’s wet fingers into her mouth. Once she’d sucked them clean, Sienna tilted her head up for another juicy kiss before leading her mum over to the bed.

As Stella looked down at Alice, who was relaxed but waiting for the older woman to make the first move, Lacey crawled over to her mum to get a long, heated kiss of her own, their tongues engaging in an ardent dance.

When they drifted apart, Stella gazed down at the awed youngster, the girl she’d been craving all day long — her mouth, her cunt, her ripening body, those enchanting eyes — now, finally within her grasp. She bent down, gently taking Alice’s face in her hands, and placed a tender kiss on the girl’s lips. Alice closed her eyes, lost in the moment she’d hoped for so fervently.

Stella sat back on her haunches, admiring the trio of nude girls. Her grinning daughters were seated on the bed, while Alice was stretched out, looking around at her new lovers with dreamy eyes. With a contented sigh, Stella murmured, “Well, girls, I can see that you’ve been enjoying yourselves.”

“Definitely, Mum,” Sienna piped up. “Guess what? Alice has a girlfriend — Rachel Thomas’ daughter Bella, remember her?” Stella nodded. “Well, they’ve been practising at sex. And she’s got bloody good at it, too! I think she ought to show you how much she knows.”

“So, Alice, it seems that you’ve been keeping a rather naughty secret,” Stella said, “As you can see, we’ve a secret of our own. Would you like to… learn more about us?”

“Yeah,” answered Alice, slowly sitting up. “Yeah, I would.”

“Good. Now, why don’t we move this little party to my room? The bed there is big enough for games of, shall we say, a more group-oriented style… as my daughters will be the first to tell you.”

Alice allowed Stella to take her hand and lead her from the room, followed by the giggling twins.

A few miles away, Laura was following her sister Jessica upstairs.

On to Chapter 30!

By BabyKeiko and  JetBoy

I emerged from the fog of slumber into the brightness of a new day, only to find myself in an unfamiliar bed. It was disorienting for a few heartbeats, then the memory of the previous night made itself known — and just like that, I was wide awake in a flash.

Oh my God, oh my GOD… did it really happen? I lay beneath silken sheets in Chrissy’s guest room, my baby daughter Ellie nestled beside me.

I remembered all the details of last night, the events unwinding in my head in vivid color. Our evening had gone from casual conversation to immersing ourselves in a tiny paradise of our own making, my secretive desires finally brought to life in a beautiful way.

It began when my new best friend Chrissy had invited her preteen daughter Mayumi to climb into her lap. When the child obliged, Chrissy shocked me by baring her breasts and offering one to Mayumi, who latched onto a nipple and began to suckle. The sheer intimacy of the act overwhelmed me, but I couldn’t stop watching… and soon enough, I realized that they wanted me to see this.

I’d always felt a powerful attraction to women and girls, but it took a failed marriage to convince me that I was gay. There is a hidden side to my lesbianism, though… for as long as I can recall, I’ve felt sexual arousal for little girls. Even my two-year-old toddler Ellie has been the subject of these secret, forbidden fantasies.

I never shared these feelings with anyone — my friends, my husband, the few women who had shared my bed since the divorce. How had Chrissy known? I still wasn’t sure. Perhaps she’d noticed the longing glances I was giving Mayumi. Maybe as the lover of her own child, she recognized me as a kindred spirit.

Chrissy invited me to come closer, to sit near her and watch, then pulled up Mayumi’s top to expose her bare upper half, inviting me to touch her daughter. I fought the urge, but Chrissy placed my hand on the girl’s body, and I was lost, unable to say no.

Then my friend bared Mayumi’s smooth slit with a gentle tug of her skirt. I stared as the girl’s thighs were revealed to me, inch by lovely inch — bracing myself for a glimpse of her panties, stunned to see that she’d gone without them.

The sight of her childlike sex electrified me, made me hunger for what I shouldn’t want. But Chrissy knew my mind, knew my desire. She began to pleasure her daughter, caressing that sweet pink cleft. Such a lovely sight… I’m not ashamed to admit that I was moved to tears by the sheer beauty of the moment.

Before I knew it, Mayumi was coming, her nipples stiffening to my touch… and I was sharing a passionate lover’s kiss with her mother.

I was in a blissful daze after that… but I do remember Chrissy offering me her glistening fingers. “Would you like to taste my little girl?” she said.

I closed my eyes, parted my lips.

Seconds later, the tart, luscious flavor of Mayumi’s was glowing on my tongue, like the tang of some sweet, exotic fruit. Greedy for more, I captured Chrissy’s hand, refusing to surrender it until I’d sucked her fingers clean.

As my eyes drifted back open, Mayumi was climbing down from Chrissy’s lap, Smoothing her skirt down in a gesture of modesty that only aroused me all the more, she turned to her mother. “Can we take Charlene to bed now, Mommy?”

Without a word, Chrissy rose to her feet, pausing to give me a warm smile before turning to walk away, her heels clicking as she advanced toward the staircase.

Mayumi extended her hand, and I clasped it in mine. “C’mon, Charlene,” she said, “let’s go upstairs and have even more fun!”

My heart thumped wildly as I imagined the pleasures that awaited me in the sanctuary of Chrissy’s bed. With a whispered “Okay,” I allowed the object of my desire to lead me up the stairs — close behind her beautiful mother, whose apple-shaped bottom hypnotized me with each step. But I hungered most of all for Mayumi, whose taste still lingered in my mouth. What would it be like, I wondered, to sample that nectar from its source?

Chrissy led us into her bedroom, which was gorgeously done in hues of peach, accented with touches of black. No doubt I’d have been awed at any other time… but right then, I only had eyes for my beautiful companions.

“Let’s get more comfortable,” Chrissy said, then began to undress. Mayumi, already topless, quickly shucked the red skirt she wore, leaving her nude. The sight of her left me light-headed, but Chrissy was also capturing my attention. She hadn’t bothered to refasten her bra, and it fell open as she wriggled out of her dress, then carelessly cast both garments aside, standing before her daughter and me in blue silk panties that matched the bra.

“Let me, Mommy,” Mayumi cooed, hastening to kneel before her mother. Taking hold of the waistband, she slowly drew the blue panties down to Chrissy’s ankles.

I was enthralled by the sight of my friend’s vulva. Her auburn pubes were trimmed into a neat triangle, the pink flesh of her labia glistening with the evidence of arousal.

Mayumi clearly enjoyed the view as well. Whispering, “I love you so much, Mommy,” she placed a warm, tender kiss on Chrissy’s mound, her lips brushing the reddish-brown curls.

Hand in hand, mother and daughter climbed onto the bed, where they nestled together, smiling at me. “Come on, Charlene,” Mayumi said, “take your clothes off!”

I came to myself with a start… the sight of Chrissy and her little girl undressing had been enough to make me forget to do anything but watch them. Now it was time to bare my own body, and I couldn’t help but feel like a shy, awkward child in the presence of these two beauties. How would they respond to the sight of me in the nude? Would they like what they saw?

It was too late to back out, in any case. I was already barefoot, having left my shoes downstairs. Reaching behind, I took hold of the zip and tugged it down to my waist, then shrugged out of the top half of my black dress to reveal a fiery red lace bra.

“Ooohh… pretty,” Mayumi said, and I gave silent thanks to providence for having decided to wear my sexiest lingerie for this occasion.

Down the dress went as I slipped out of it, moving as sensuously as I dared until I stood before Chrissy and Mayumi in bra and matching red panties. Unhooking the bra, I let my breasts fall free.

Mayumi spoke up, wearing an eager grin. “Can I take off your panties?”

“She loves to do that,” Chrissy said with a warm laugh.

“Um… sure!” I replied, quite liking the idea myself.

Practically bouncing over to where I stood, Mayumi knelt before me, grasped the waistband of my panties and slid them down, just the same as she’d done with her mommy. I stepped out.

Then I was nude, fully exposed to this woman and her child, both of whom I loved desperately. My heart raced as I waited for whatever was to happen next.

Holding my sodden underwear in one hand, Mayumi reached out with the other to caress the softness of my belly. Her hand was incredibly warm, I remember that. Then she gazed up at me with those soulful brown eyes and whispered, “You’re beautiful.” She took my hand. “Come play with us.”

I dutifully followed Mayumi as she led me toward the bed. We climbed on and arranged ourselves, Now the three of us sat in a triangle formation, swapping glances. What now? I wondered.

Mayumi, bless her, broke the ice. “Charlene,“ she began, bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind one ear, “may I kiss you?”

God, the love I felt for her at that moment… it filled me, made me glow like the dawn sky. “Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice from quivering. “I’d like that very much.”

Her gaze never leaving mine, the sweet child got on hands and knees, drawing close to me. I shut my eyes, waiting for it.

The first kiss was feather-light — more of a tease, really. Mayumi’s lips barely brushed mine. Still, I could hardly deny the white-hot flash of lust that it churned up inside.

Our mouths met again. This time the kiss lingered… and deepened. Her tongue traced a line across my lower lip. I gasped, startled — and that was when Mayumi kissed me like a passionate lover.

I nearly swooned, but somehow managed to hang onto myself. Without a second thought, I wrapped both arms around the child’s nude body, returning the kiss, my tongue meeting hers.

Then Chrissy’s hands were cupping my breasts from behind, her lips a touch of fire on my neck… but I was too caught up in the delights of little Mayumi to respond to my friend, other than moaning into her daughter’s mouth as she gently sucked my tongue.

Unable to help myself, I allowed my hands to slip down Mayumi’s back until I was cupping that wondrously soft bottom of hers. I longed to caress between those tender globes, to touch the child’s rosebud, but felt too shy to, at least right then.

Finally, I broke our kiss, then both my new lovers began to guide me over to the bed. We climbed on, Chrissy began to fondle my breasts… and just like that, the three of us were making love.

It’s funny — the actual sex I had on that first night with Chrissy and Mayumi is the part I find hardest to describe now. In retrospect, it was like a blissful dream, perceived more than seen, as if in a rearview mirror. A year later, what I mostly recall are impressions. There was the warm, velvet softness of Mayumi’s skin, and the taste of her mouth… the hunger in Chrissy’s eyes as she licked my pussy. I can still hear the little sighs and cries that escaped Mayumi’s lips when I went down on her for the first time, and how they became muffled moans when Chrissy gave her child a lover’s kiss.

The room was filled with the music of fingers exploring pussies, mouths sucking nipples, tongues mingling as we shared passionate kisses. Then there was the rich, intoxicating aroma of female arousal to tickle my nose, coupled with the scents of my new lovers — both so similar, yet intriguingly different. It was a feast for the senses, with so much to savor and enjoy that I couldn’t take it all in.

At one point, I actually cried. It was when little Mayumi got me on all fours, used both hands to spread my bum open, then licked my anus with such tenderness, such devotion… It was love as I’d never known it, a sweet little girl’s way of saying This is how much you mean to me. I was sobbing, tears flowing down my cheeks — and then Chrissy was kissing my tears away.

What a night that was, a sweaty, tangled sex and love fest between two women and a girl  I’d never come so hard, or so often, in my life…  yet after every new orgasm crashed into me, I craved more. I was in love.

Love? Well, yes. I’d always thought of Chrissy as a friend… but now I knew that I’d been in love with her from the day we met, and had been too timid to admit it to myself. As for Mayumi, I was smitten by her at first sight — but that was a secret passion I dared not admit to anyone, most of all the girl’s mother.

Or so I thought until I was in bed with them both, the three of us completely naked, losing ourselves in the heat of lesbian lovemaking.

Now it was morning, and I was in the guest room bed with my baby girl Ellie, my head filled with memories of the previous night.

I could hear a tiny yawn to the left of me as my baby woke up. She, too, looked confused at the unfamiliar surroundings. But just as I saw her lower lip quiver, she saw me stretched out next to her, and gave me a sleepy smile.

My beautiful little girl. My true unconditional love. My watch was lying on the nightstand, so I picked it up and squinted at the dial, realizing it was time for me to change Ellie. At the tender age of two, my baby girl could get really fussy if I messed up her daily routine of feedings, naps, changes, and playtime.

I reached over to feel her pull up nappy. As the ad says, “I’m a big girl now,” and my baby only really needed nappies at night.

My diaper bag was within reach, and I sat up in bed to unpack Ellie’s fresh nappy, wipes, and ointment. I removed the night nappy, then wiped my baby clean. I opened the bottle of baby formulated skin lotion and squirted some in my hand to warm while holding her little legs up. I paused to study Ellie’s rosy little bumhole and her tiny slit.

Who will she give these treasures to when she comes of age? I wondered. A man… or a woman? 

I impatiently shook my head. No. Stop. Don’t think of your child that way. You’re probably still tipsy from last night. And sexed-up, too. Enough of these thoughts! 

I slipped my lotioned hand between Ellie’s legs… coating her bare bum, then her inside thighs with the creamy liquid. I’d done this a thousand times. But today, this morning, it felt different.

For one thing, I was applying the lotion much more slowly than usual — more like a massage, really.

I saw myself do this as if in a movie. Someone doing this to someone else. Only it wasn’t. It was me.

This wasn’t sexual, what I was doing to Ellie. Was it?

I continued to watch like a passive witness as my hands lowered her little legs, leaving my baby girl, naked as the day she was born, lying next to me. Only then did it dawn on me I was naked, too. It was obvious that I’d come straight to bed after my night of magic.

Recalling that magic had renewed arousal flowing through me like a surge of electrical current. My body responded. Hummed. My nipples tightened, my sex grew moist, my hands longed to caress.

You have to stop this! It’s the wrong time for these kinds of feelings…

But how could I? Especially after experiencing the most arousing, sensual, and fulfilling night ever. Ever.

My hand, slick with warmed baby lotion, was between my little girl’s legs. Again, it was something I’d done many, many times… but once again, my touch was slow, deliberate. Gently spreading the lotion. Tracing my baby’s tiny cunny, the index finger traveling up her vaginal cleft, applying only the slightest pressure.

Studying my little girl’s face, she seemed so peaceful, so content and accepting… so happy to be touched this way by Mommy, loving it when I love her this way…

STOP.

For the love of God, stop!

I snatched my hand away from between Ellie’s legs. I was crazy. This was crazy. I needed help. I wasn’t acting rationally. Maybe I should get dressed, make my excuses and go home.

Then I felt my little girl’s hand, pawing at the breast nearest to her. My breast. And I noticed I was leaking. From both nipples. My baby looked happy, but also expectant. She saw my breast, she saw the milk, and indicated, wordlessly, that it was time for her to nurse. Another glance at my watch confirmed this.

I got myself in a sitting position and took Ellie into my lap. I cradled her in my arm and, using my free hand, guided my right nipple to her little mouth. She was almost too old for this now. But all the literature says that the longer you nurse, the better it is for the child.

She latched on easily and started to suckle. And as always, the pleasurable feeling of her mouth on my nipple, the expressing of my milk into her hungry, waiting mouth, immediately followed. But now these feelings were stronger than ever, and I knew it was because of last night.

What an incredible experience! I’d had at least three massive orgasms at the hands of Chrissy and Mayumi, and they, too, had been completely satisfied.

Eventually, the love triangle had ended, and Chrissy extracted herself from our embrace to announce that it was time for bed. It had been close to 3 AM. Chrissy took Mayumi by the hand, and the two of them led me down the hallway to the guest bedroom, where my little one lay dozing peacefully.

My new lovers cooed over Ellie, took turns kissing me goodnight, then took their leave. I was not surprised to see them both go into Chrissy’s bedroom and found myself wondering if mother and daughter would share pleasure once more before they went to sleep.

Me, I carefully climbed into bed next to my baby girl, curled up on my side so I could look at my beautiful child. Soon, the combination of wine, the lateness of the hour, and lots of sex, more than I’d ever had in a single evening, had me drifting off… until I’d awakened a few minutes ago.

I felt my pussy tingle. Throb. The memories from last night were so vivid, so real. It had really happened. My secret fantasy had come true: I’d finally made lesbian love to a little girl. The experience had been a revelation, even better than I’d hoped. I was still glowing.

But I was gazing longingly at my naked child, feeling a deeper, darker hunger — a hunger I would never admit to. Whenever I experienced those forbidden stirrings, I’d always tell myself, You don’t really think that. An overactive imagination, that’s your problem. Mommies don’t do such things.

Now, in the hard, clear light of day, my longing had made itself known once more. And like always, I was reduced to pretending that desire didn’t really exist. The sex I’d enjoyed with Mayumi and her mother had only sharpened that craving, made it stronger.

What to do? I had no idea.

The door to my room had never been fully closed, but now I heard some sounds in the hallway, and the door was pushed open just a little bit. Chrissy entered, still completely nude. She smiled at me.

I smiled back, still cradling Ellie to my breast.

“So beautiful,” said Chrissy as she walked in. Mayumi followed, also naked. Chrissy sat herself at the foot of the bed on the right side, while Mayumi took the left.

“Did you sleep well?” asked Chrissy.

“Yes,” I replied. “Better than I have in weeks, actually.”

“No wonder, after the workout you had last night,” said Chrissy, chuckling.

I gazed at her, then at Mayumi, feeling my face grow warm. Earlier, before their entrance, last night consisted of memories. But now, with my new lovers seated at either end of the bed, neither of them wearing a stitch… well, now it felt real. Very real.

Trying not to be obvious about it, I glanced at their bodies. One mature, attractive, curvy, feminine, maternal. One petite, Asian, thin, willowy. Both so intoxicating. So desirable. It made my head spin. God, I already wanted them again.

“She’s precious,” Mayumi whispered at the sight of little Ellie, still nestled in my arm as she lazily drank from my breast.

Drifting over to seat herself next to me, Chrissy carefully tucked a stray strand of my hair behind an ear, then gently kissed my mouth once, twice, three times, then more. These were tender, playful kisses that grew increasingly heated.

My heart was hammering, out of control. For some absurd reason, I remember hoping that these weren’t Chrissy’s best sheets, because it felt like a puddle was forming where I sat.

I felt Chrissy take my left hand, the hand that had brought my breast to Ellie’s lips. She brought it to her face and kissed my fingers. Then she took two fingers into her mouth.

I looked over to where Mayumi sat, at the foot end of the bed, her thumb in her mouth. At that instant, she seemed no more than six years old, maybe seven. She looked so small. So innocent. So nude. I licked my lips at the sight of her nipples, remembering the way they stiffened when I sucked them.

Once she’d moistened my index and middle fingers, Chrissy took them from her mouth, then guided my hand between my legs.

“Touch yourself,” she said. “Let us see.”

My mind was mush, centered on one thing: sex and more sex. I began to finger my pussy, parting my legs wide for Mayumi and Chrissy to see. Masturbating for an enthralled audience with one hand, cuddling baby Ellie to me with the other. I was so keyed up with excitement that I came within seconds.

I was half-expecting that to kick off another round of lovemaking. Instead, Chrissy gave me a brief but affectionate kiss, then Mayumi was standing beside me, asking, “Can I lick your fingers?”

How could I say no? I presented my hand, and Mayumi took those pussy-glazed fingers into her mouth, purring with delight as she sucked them clean. “I love how your pussy tastes,” she said, giving my hand a squeeze, then added, “I love you.”

All I could do was stammer, “I… I love you too!” certain that I was blushing.

Mayumi padded over to join her mommy in the open doorway. “Breakfast will be ready in half an hour,” Chrissy said. “The shower down the hall is free. I left towels for you. Oh, by the way — you’re staying for dinner tonight!” Blowing me a kiss, she made her exit — followed by Mayumi, who planted five or six kisses in her palm, then tossed them my way before taking her leave.

Pausing to flex my achy limbs, I got out of bed. I was feeling a bit unsteady, but my heart was singing at the prospect of another evening with my friend and her little girl.

Later, after a sumptuous breakfast, Chrissy and I stepped out for a while. First, I was in serious need of fresh clothes, especially if I was to be spending the night. Second, Chrissy needed to pick some things for the evening meal. In particular, we needed red wine — for the braised beef she intended to serve, but also because we’d gone through a bottle and a half the night before. Third, to give Mayumi the opportunity to look after my Ellie for a while. You see, Chrissy wanted her daughter to learn how to babysit. “It will be a good learning experience for her,” she told me.

So off we went. Upon arriving at my place, I stripped out of yesterday’s things and into a summery yellow dress I hadn’t worn in ages. Luckily, it still fit me. With a devious twinkle in her eyes, Chrissy dared me to go without wearing anything underneath. “I will if you will,” she said. Reaching beneath her tight black skirt, she tugged her panties down and off, then slipped them into her purse. She hadn’t bothered with a bra.

I was uncertain about going out in public with a dress on and nothing else, but I couldn’t let myself refuse Chrissy’s challenge. So the dress came off, as did my bra and panties — then I wriggled back into the dress.

When I looked in the mirror I knew I was essentially naked. Not really, of course, because my body was covered. But as I’m a bit on the generous side and was still nursing, my breasts jiggled with every move I made, making it transparently clear that I wasn’t wearing a bra. That I’d also done without panties was our little secret, but I still felt self-conscious about going out in public like that.

Needless to say, Chrissy and I were both very turned on by then… but Mayumi, knowing ahead of time that her mother was going to see me undress, had made us promise that we would behave ourselves while we were out. “No hanky-panky,” she’d said, her arms folded. “Not without me.” So I packed a change of clothing for the next day, grabbed an extra diaper for Ellie, and we left for the grocery.

The first thing I felt upon entering the store was the crisp coolness of its interior, a marked contrast to the heat of outdoors. I shivered a little as we came inside. Chrissy seized my hand, picking up a shopping basket with the other. “Let’s get the beef first,” she said.

She kept my hand in hers, and I didn’t dare let go. That basically meant that we were walking around as… well, as a couple. Not yet public about my sexuality, I was confused and shy about being seen as a lesbian. Because that’s clearly how it looked, right? Especially considering the lustful glances Chrissy kept directing toward my bouncing breasts.

She didn’t stop there, either. In fact, Chrissy leaned into me, nuzzled my cheek and softly said, “You look good enough to eat, lover. Right here, in front of everyone. I want to lay you down in the produce, lift that pretty dress and lick you until you come all over my face.”

I turned fifteen shades of red, my pussy instantly grew moist, my nipples hardened and Chrissy laughed at me, pleased by my reaction. A passing elderly couple gave us a friendly nod — thankfully, they hadn’t heard Chrissy’s lewd commentary.

Suddenly, my self-consciousness felt downright silly. Why shouldn’t we be a couple? What was wrong with people thinking that Chrissy was my lover? She was hot!

There’s no point in being nervous about holding hands with a woman, I told myself. After all — these days, it’s okay to be gay. Lesbians can even get married.

That helped me to relax. But it also got me thinking about what it would be like to marry Chrissy, which only fanned the flames of my arousal.

I imagined our wedding night: two brides and one adorable flower girl, the three of us slowly undressing one another. The girl wore a ring that matched ours, a secret ring given to her after the ceremony by her mommies.

Mommies. That lovely thought had me glowing, the possibility of little Mayumi becoming my daughter. And Ellie would be Chrissy’s child, I thought. Of course, we’d raise our children to love each other in a very special way…

Enough! the rational portion of my brain demanded. You’re out in public, where anyone can see. Stop thinking about these things! I knew that if my arousal got any more acute, the evidence would be trickling down my inner thighs.

Chrissy knew her way around the store, and soon enough we had everything she needed. We went through the checkout, exited, then got back into the car.

Just before Chrissy switched on the ignition, she leaned over and kissed me. She cupped my face in both hands, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape. Her tongue danced and darted in my mouth. It was a hungry, lustful kiss that left me lightheaded. I could only respond in kind, my tongue mating with hers.

I was putty in her hands. If Chrissy had decided to take me right there in the parking lot, I would’ve given in, let her have me however she wanted. I’d be in the passenger’s seat, legs spread wide while she went down on me, a gaggle of teenage girls pausing to watch.

Good grief —  this woman is turning me into a sex fiend! That didn’t really bother me, though… at least not enough to keep me from sucking Chrissy’s tongue.

She finally broke away. “You make me so goddamn horny,” she panted, then kissed me again, even harder. “Let’s get back to my place. I need to put my lips on your other lips.”

I was dazed, breathing heavily, not knowing whether to laugh, moan or swoon. Chrissy fired up the car, and we drove off.

Minutes later, she pulled the car into her driveway. We grabbed the groceries and brought them inside, Chrissy calling, “We’re home, sweetheart,” as we entered.

Mayumi wasn’t in the family room, nor the kitchen. Setting her bag down, Chrissy frowned. “Where are our kids? Hmmm, Mayumi must be in her room. Here, let me check on her… I’ll be right  back.”

I was putting away the groceries as best I could when Chrissy returned. She approached me, finger on her lips, whispering, “Come and see, but be very quiet.”

She led me to her room… and there was Mayumi, sitting on the bed with my little girl in her lap. Ellie was completely bare except for her pull-up Huggies, while Mayumi was still naked, just as she’d been when her mother and I had left for the store. She was teasing my baby’s hair with the soft brush I’d brought with me.

“What an adorable pair,” Chrissy whispered in my ear.

I nodded. Mayumi looked so pretty. So innocent. So desirable. And Ellie was all smiles and coos, loving the attention.

“Sweet baby,” Mayumi murmured, gently brushing Ellie’s very fine shoulder-length brown hair. Ellie tried to paw at the brush and at Mayumi’s hair, a huge smile on her face. “I love you so much,” Mayumi continued, then kissed Ellie’s chubby cheek. Ellie burbled happily. “You smell so nice,” Mayumi said, and began to rain little kisses all over my child’s face, punctuating those kisses with things like, “I’d love to…” kiss… “kiss you…” kiss… “all over…” kiss… “every bit of you…” kiss...

I suddenly noticed that Chrissy and I were holding hands. It felt intimate, satisfying.

Mayumi gently pecked my little two-year-old on the mouth. It made me a little dizzy, watching the girl I was so madly in love with show such affection to the girl I’d given birth to.

“Little babies need drinkies, don’t they?” Mayumi said to Ellie. She cradled my little girl closer to her, gently guiding Ellie’s head to her flat chest.

My heart hammered in my throat. The earth stopped spinning. I was frozen to the spot. Mayumi didn’t notice us watching. She gave my baby a loving smile and softly said,. “Ellie? Can I be your mommy, too?”

It was a good thing that I had Chrissy there to lean against, because I felt certain that my legs were on the verge of giving out. “She’s in love with your little girl, Charlene,” Chrissy whispered in my ear, her breath a sweet caress. “Mayumi loves your baby.”

Ellie’s face was resting against Mayumi’s boyish chest. It was clear that my child wasn’t sure what to do without a breast to latch onto, but she seemed content to nuzzle the older girl’s bare skin. Perhaps she was enchanted by Mayumi’s young girl scent, just as I’d been the night before.

Mayumi was using Ellie’s lips to caress her nipples. “That’s it, little one… drink from your mommy Mayumi,” she breathed. Then she slowly opened her legs, slipped her free hand in between them, and began to gently masturbate, still cradling my baby girl.

“Aren’t they beautiful together?” whispered Chrissy, her warm mouth brushing my neck. She was pressed up against me from behind, fondling my left breast. Her tongue traced a path around the edge of my ear, then she nipped playfully at the earlobe. I never knew that to be a trigger for me, but right then it was. I fought to keep from moaning out loud. The last thing in the world I wanted right then was to startle Mayumi.

“You’re leaking, you know,” Chrissy said.

Stupid me — my first thought was to look down to the floor, thinking that my pussy was dripping on the carpet. The wetness on my inner thighs told me as much. Instead, I noticed big wet spots on the front of my dress, right where my nipples were.

Chrissy reached out to touch my cheek. “Come,” was all that she said. Taking me by the hand, she led me into her bedroom.

Mayumi looked up and smiled, showing not a hint of surprise to catch us watching her masturbate, though she did cease her fingering. Ellie also looked up, nestling contentedly against Mayumi’s chest. She cooed happily at the sight of her mommy.

I felt Chrissy pulling at the dress I was wearing. I dutifully raised my arms, allowing her to undress me. I felt like her child, being prepared for bed by loving hands. And then it clicked. Chrissy was my mommy lover. Now she had three girls to take care of. I liked that idea. Very much. It’s what I wanted. It’s how I felt.

She tugged the dress up and off, then draped it over a nearby chair, leaving me naked. “Now sit,” Chrissy told me in a soothing tone, patting the bed next to Mayumi. “Feed your baby girl.”

Seating myself against the headboard, I reached out for Ellie, and Mayumi carefully deposited her into my arms. My gorgeous girl gazed up at me with adoring eyes as I cradled her to my breast. She latched on, and a dizzying array of feelings flooded my brain.

Love

Lust

Need

Desire

Submission

Not submissive, you understand. Submission. Surrendering myself body and soul to this place and time of love and lust between women and girls. Submission to Chrissy’s world. All I wanted was to be part of it.

Chrissy stripped out of her dress, letting it drop to the carpet. I marveled again at her body, a renewed lust surging through me that was made all the stronger by Ellie’s mouth, gently tugging at my nipple.

Now naked, my mommy lover seated herself next to me. “I can’t begin to tell you what a lovely sight that is, watching you give nourishment to your baby,” she said, then paused. “Charlene… would you like to nurse my daughter, too?”

I glanced at Mayumi — she was gazing up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Can I?” she asked me, both hands clasped before her. “Please?”

My head swam. She was so beautiful, so childlike — yet rousing such fierce, desperate desire in me at the same time. There could only be one answer. “Yes,” I said.

Mayumi cuddled into me, drawing close to my right breast. “Let me,” Chrissy said, reaching to assist. She cupped my breast in her hand, then offered it to her little girl. Mayumi sucked my nipple between her lips, and I felt a small but potent orgasm rumble in my groin, then radiate outward through every inch of me. It was exquisite, but left me ravenous for more.

I felt my milk flowing into two warm, tender mouths, each attached to a throbbing nipple. Meanwhile, Chrissy was kissing my cheek, my chin, my lips. She gave me a brief taste of her tongue, then bent to kiss the top of Mayumi’s head.

I noticed movement, and saw that Mayumi was masturbating again, that little hand moving steadily between her parted legs. It was a sight that only added to my pleasure, making it clear to me that nursing from my breast got Mayumi hot. She was really getting into fingering herself, too… though since she was unable to moan out loud with my nipple in her mouth, Mayumi’s pleasure made itself known as humming, and it felt like a vibrator teasing the tip of my breast.

Now Chrissy was placing kisses on Ellie’s face, drawing ever closer to where her baby mouth connected to my nipple. I saw her tongue emerge, watched it engage with my little girl’s lips. She wants to kiss Ellie, I realized. Kiss my child like a lover.

But just when I thought Chrissy was about to do that very thing, she went for my breast instead, kissing all around where my baby girl was suckling.

I was floating on these newly discovered feelings. It was like a dream, but very real. Caught up in Chrissy’s spell, I’d lost all doubts and reservations about what we were doing. I wanted all of it — and more. There was that one last step we had yet to take…

Chrissy smiled as she surveyed the tangle of love and intimacy before her. Little Mayumi sucking my nipple while she masturbated. My baby girl cradled on the other side, also nursing — no longer from hunger, but for that lovely, blissful connection between mother and daughter.

Then there I was, lost in the sensual delights as these two beautiful children pleasured me. My thighs were wide open, my juicy cunt on full display.

Kneeling above us, Chrissy drank it all in. Her eyes were hungry, smoldering with lust. What did she want? What would she do next?

Her hands went to the fastener of Ellie’s Huggies, and she gave it a gentle tug.

Still hypnotized by those eyes, I saw and recognized Chrissy’s desire, a desire I knew all too well, because I shared it. A desire I’d kept well hidden, even from myself.

All I could do was to help remove the last of the barriers that stood between the four of us. I lifted my little girl enough for Chrissy to pull down and discard her diaper. Blissfully content, Ellie nursed on.

Chrissy knelt between my parted thighs to face Ellie, who was cradled in the crook of my arm, her mouth still fastened to my left breast. Her eyes never leaving mine, she rested her hands on Ellie’s legs, then slowly, carefully, spread them apart.

A whimper escaped my throat as Chrissy bent forward and pressed her mouth to my baby girl’s slit in a tender kiss. She paused to sample Ellie’s flavor from her lips, smiled, then began to lick her.

My little girl. My two-year-old. I was witnessing her sexual initiation at the hands of a grown woman.

I’m sure that most parents would have been horrified by this sight. A day or two earlier, I might have felt the same way. But as I watched Chrissy going down on my child, I could only marvel at how beautiful it was.

From the day she’d been born, I’d given Ellie a mother’s love — nurtured her, warmed her with it. Now she was learning a new kind of love, unselfishly given by a woman who had shared this same gift with her own daughter.

For months I’d been struggling with this helpless longing to be closer to my baby girl… to be more than just her mother. I’d hidden from these feelings, fled them. Denied them. Pretended I didn’t really want Ellie that way.

Chrissy had seen through me as if I was made of glass. Not only had she instinctively known that I craved young girls, she also recognized the secret desire that I’d harbored for my own child. She also saw the fear and guilt that I lived with as a result. So this blessed, wonderful woman chose to help me overcome those feelings of shame… and to make my hidden fantasies come true.

First, she showed me that it wasn’t wrong for a mother to love her daughter that way, baring the truth about her incestuous relationship with Mayumi — just as she’d bared the young girl’s body for me to see. Then she had invited me to share in their mutual pleasure, to become part of this blissful connection between parent and child.

Now Chrissy was licking my baby girl, bathing that pretty pink cleft with long, adoring strokes of her tongue. Doing what I’d ached to do, but never had the courage. Letting me know without words that this was good, this was right.

And Ellie loved the special attention she was getting. Oh, it might have been my imagination, but as Chrissy made oral love to my baby girl, I felt certain that her sucking had become more eager. Meanwhile, I noticed that Mayumi had broken away from nursing my other breast and was fondling me instead, caught up in the sight of her mommy between my child’s legs.

Mayumi looked up at me, hesitated, then shyly asked, “Um, Charlene? Can I please lick Ellie too…?”

My heart swelled with love for this amazing young girl. “Yes, Mayumi,” I replied. “Yes, you can.”

Her lips brushed my face. “You will too, won’t you?” she whispered. “You need to make love with her. It’s important.” She kissed my cheek. “Mommy’s always done it to me… long as I can remember. Then after I turned four, I got to do it to her. It’s the best thing ever!”

I turned to Mayumi, my mouth seeking hers, and we shared a gentle but very impassioned tongue kiss. “I will,” was all I could say when we parted.

She nodded approvingly. “Good. Then we can all be lovers.” Mayumi turned back to watch her mother, rolling my nipple between finger and thumb.

I also watched, quickly noticing that Chrissy had tucked a hand between her legs and was masturbating as she used her mouth on my baby daughter. She gave a deep moan like an animal in heat, the sound slightly muffled by Ellie’s vulva.

I heard a tiny cry from Mayumi. Glancing in her direction, I saw that she was also masturbating, frantically working a hand between her thin legs, making wet squelchy sounds.

Aching for a release of my own, I joined in, thrusting two fingers into my slippery vagina. I usually favored a gentle approach when getting myself off, but not then. I wanted it hard, fast and deep.

It didn’t take long. First I heard Mayumi go over the edge. Then I felt Chrissy’s body jerk, a choked scream ripped from her as she came. Seconds later I almost blacked out from my own glorious orgasm.

Did it last thirty minutes? Thirty seconds? It was a moment outside time. All I felt was an overpowering love flowing through me like liquid heat. I felt our souls touch, the four of us linked together for a brief eternity. Yes, Ellie too. Maybe she didn’t have an orgasm of her own, but I’m absolutely convinced that she felt the intensity of ours.

I started to cry. Happy tears. Tears of relief, of letting go. For the first time in what seemed like ages, my soul was at peace.

“I know, I know,” Chrissy murmured — holding me in her strong arms, even as I cradled Ellie in my own. Our mouths drifted together and we kissed, slowly, deeply. She broke away, Mayumi pressed her lips to mine, and we let our tongues mingle. Then Chrissy drew her daughter close to share the kind of kiss mommies weren’t supposed to give their little girls. Finally, we showered Ellie with affection, kissing and nuzzling her until she squealed with laughter, her face shining with delight.

After that, we lay quietly for a long while, four naked lovers snuggled together in the haven of a warm bed.

Only a day ago, I couldn’t have imagined ever experiencing or even knowing about such incredible things. Now, I couldn’t imagine life without them.

The End

Afterword from BabyKeiko:

This brings to an end my second collaboration with JetBoy, and just like last time, it has been great! What I especially like is that JetBoy knows somehow what is in my head when I write. And this is why his edits and additions are always “right”. For those of you who, like me, grew up loving house music, JetBoy is like a master remixer, taking an original song and creating a longer and better version of it. Though in order for the remixer to succeed, there needs to be a good song first… which is my role.

I have another two-part story in progress, soon to be handed over to JetBoy. It may take weeks, months or more, but at some point that will be shared here, too.

Thanks to all of you who cast a vote or left a comment. Writing is a solitary job (even with JetBoy at your side), and the votes and comments and emails are a great motivator to share what is in my head, committing those fantasies into stories I can share with all of you like-minded friends.

Note from JetBoy: BabyKeiko is a long-distance friend of mine from way back. We quickly bonded over our similar taste in lesbian erotica, and I would occasionally add the proofreader’s touch to her own stories. She gifted me with a brief story more than ten years ago, then challenged me to expand it into a novelette. That tale — “Close-Ups: Images of Desire” — is one I’m especially proud of after all these years. 

Months ago, Keiko sent me the original version of the story you are about to read. As always, she gave me carte blanche to rework and expand the text as I saw fit. She was pleased with the outcome and insisted that I post the final result as a joint effort. Let me stress, though, that the actual story and plot are hers. 

Thank you, Keiko, for trusting me with your words and ideas. Working with you is always a pleasure, not least because of your sweet, gentle nature. You are a rare blossom in the garden of humanity.

Love always, JetBoy

 

By BabyKeiko and  JetBoy

From an early age, I’ve always been a little insecure about my body. I’m twenty-nine now, and all my life I have been somewhat on the chubby side. Not obese or fat, mind you — just carrying “a little extra.”

I’ve always been a bit nerdy for a girl, too. I’ve worn glasses since I was six, and even then I loved books and learning much more than dolls or cute clothes.

I studied to become a teacher, and at university met a man who was twenty-three years older than I was. He was a divorced professor and seemed like a knight in shining armor. I was swept off my feet, thrilled to have found someone who made me feel less insecure, who seemed to be genuinely interested in gray, frumpy, uninteresting me.

Of course, it was a mistake to have married him. The age difference alone should have given me cause for concern. Add to that my own insecurities, and my lack of feelings for men in general, and you had a recipe for disaster. Up until then, I’d thought of myself as bisexual, but it took one failed marriage to convince me that I had no desire for men at all.

After five years of disconnects and confused feelings, my husband asked for a divorce. I was glad to be free, but the split also forced me to confront myself with, well… me.

Luckily, I did get two good things out of my marital debacle. First of all, the man I’d never really loved had left me with a daughter, two-year-old Elizabeth. Ellie, as she was known to everyone, was a wonderful child who I adored with all my heart.

Ellie caused strong emotions in me, feelings I hardly understood. Frankly, I didn’t want to understand them, sensing it was better that way. The very sight of her made me feel warm and happy inside; that was enough.

The second good thing was a new friend I’d made named Chrissy, who taught at the same school that I did. We’d already known one another well enough to exchange hellos between classes, but ended up bonding in a big way after my divorce. She gave me advice, support, and a shoulder to cry on when I needed it most when I felt all alone and challenged by life. Like me, she was a single mother, having adopted an Asian girl who was on the verge of entering her teen years.

One day, over a work lunch, Chrissy asked me if I would like to come to her home that Friday night for dinner. It was the kindest gesture, and I said yes before giving it much thought. I’d always felt awkward in social situations, and normally would have probably found a million reasons to refuse such an invitation, but this time I’d impulsively agreed, so Friday evening it was.

“If you can’t get a sitter, just bring Ellie with you. When she winds down, we can put her down in the guest bedroom until you go home,” Chrissy offered. With that, the last barrier standing in the way of my visit was removed.

That Friday I left work a little earlier than usual, picked up Ellie on the way from the nursery, and then, once I got home, fretted endlessly about what to wear. Suddenly I felt all confused, wondering why it mattered what I wore that evening. Was I dressing up for Chrissy? Why would I do that? Was this a date?

No, it surely wasn’t, I finally decided. Chrissy was just a friend and co-worker who had taken pity on me. Still, I wanted to make an effort, to be more than my dreary everyday self… so I took my nicest dress, a little black number that I’d purchased because my then-husband all but came in his pants in the store when I tried it on. That night, when I modeled it for him, was one of the few times he made me feel truly wanted. It was also the night that Ellie was conceived, so in a way, I considered it my lucky dress.

Once I’d put it on, standing before the mirror, it struck me that I had added a few pounds since last wearing that dress. Mind you, it didn’t look terrible — just a bit snug, outlining and encasing my womanly softness and putting the contours of my body on display. I almost took it off and changed into one of my everyday outfits, but a glance at the clock told me that I had to leave.

Gathering Ellie up, I carried her and my things out to the car, strapped her in, and we were off. Like always, Ellie was thrilled to be going for a ride. She was nearly always excited and filled with glee when it came to just about any activity… it was just one of the things I adored about her.

We reached Chrissy’s home, and after parking, hoisting Ellie on my arm and grabbing her bag, my purse and the bottle of wine I’d brought along, I walked up to the door looking like a pack donkey, only to find it opening before I got there.

“Oh, my goodness!” Chrissy exclaimed, standing in the door frame. “Here, let me help you with some of that.” She took my bags with one hand, then deftly plucked the bottle of wine from beneath my arm with the other.

I paused to take a good look at her. Like me, Chrissy had changed into something very different from what she usually wore on the job. She wore a pretty summer dress with buttons going from top to bottom, which accentuated her womanly shape quite nicely. I gave an inner sigh of relief when I saw that she’d done herself up, too, flattered that she’d gone to the trouble for me. Maybe this actually is a date, I told myself.

Quickly banishing that thought, I followed Chrissy inside. She closed the door, then stretched out her arms, oohing and aahing over Ellie while I glanced around the room, taking it all in.

Chrissy’s home was warm and welcoming, a loving, happy place that made me feel relaxed right away. In the hallway, a small section of the wall was devoted to family pictures, mostly of Chrissy and her daughter Mayumi, who I had yet to meet.

As we were chatting in the hall, Ellie on my arm, I heard a soft, “Oh, hello,” then turned around to see the cutest, loveliest, most adorable Asian girl at the foot of the stairs, smiling at me.

I had seen photos of Mayumi before, just as Chrissy had seen snaps of little Ellie, when we were getting to know one another during lunch and coffee breaks in between classes. I’d always loved the sight of Mayumi,  wondering if she was this pretty in person. Thinking about her left me light-headed, made me long for…

No, no, no… NO. You can’t have those kinds of thoughts. Not about Chrissy’s daughter. That’s what I told myself. Usually, that kind of thing worked. Now I was confronted by Mayumi in person for the first time, and her loveliness had me stammering like a schoolgirl with a hopeless crush.

Somehow, I managed to make it through the introduction, briefly take Mayumi’s silky soft hand in mine, and indulge in some casual chat with her without melting into a puddle.

Chrissy uncorked the wine and poured some for the two of us. Once I’d emptied my glass, I did manage to relax a bit. It helped that Chrissy and Mayumi seemed so naturally close, so happy and connected… just the kind of relationship I hoped to have with my little girl when she got older. I soon lost myself in this warm cocoon of love and affection.

Eventually, we went into the dining room and enjoyed a lovely meal. Chrissy demonstrated that she still possessed her maternal instincts, insisting on feeding my little Ellie from the pasta dish she had prepared… and it delighted me to see how quickly my little girl bonded with her new grownup friend. Ellie’s face became a painting in tomato sauce, and that was when Mayumi demonstrated that she was as skilled with children as her mom, wiping my giggling daughter’s face clean with a linen napkin.

It was close to eight when dinner was done. By then, I felt perfectly at home, though still feeling twinges of that old, familiar longing whenever I looked at Mayumi.

Chrissy rose from the table and began to gather our empty plates. “Why don’t you take Ellie to the guest bedroom, Charlene? Then we can have our dessert,” she said, then turned to her daughter. “Mayumi, go with her, will you? Make sure our guest has everything she needs.”

Chrissy’s daughter led me through the house and to the spare bedroom, which was a lovely quiet space. I knew that Ellie would rest peacefully there. The bed had even been prepared for my baby girl, using rolled up bed covers beneath the blanket to create a sort of cocoon effect. So there was no need to worry that Ellie might accidentally roll out and fall to the floor.

“Wait, let me change her first before I put her down,” I said, rummaging around in Ellie’s bag. She was in the early process of her potty training, but wasn’t anywhere near ready to go without her diaper just yet.

Mayumi stood next to me, watching with evident interest as I undressed little Ellie, leaving her in a onesie with cartoon sheep on the front. It had snaps between her little legs, giving me easy access for when I changed her.  I undid it, then lifted her up to unfasten the sides of the diaper. Noting that it was only wet, I moved it to the side. Then with one hand, easy enough for me after months of practice, I whisked a fresh diaper under her bottom.

I suddenly realized that Mayumi was staring in awe at my half-naked child — and felt a shiver of recognition as I saw and recognized the longing in her eyes. Hadn’t I been looking at this young girl in the same way?

“She’s so lovely,” Mayumi said as she stood next to me, so close that I could feel the warmth of her body.

My heart pounded in a frantic rhythm at the sight of this beautiful young girl, her head just reaching my shoulders, utterly enthralled as she gazed at my baby Ellie, who was bare from the waist down, her two little legs in my hands, her flawless bum hovering over the clean diaper.

I should’ve been fastening that diaper, but something in Mayumi’s expression made me pause, allowing my child to remain on display for Chrissy’s daughter, this enchanting preteen pixie. I already knew that I desired Mayumi… now, I was in love with her.

“So pretty,” Mayumi whispered.

My mother’s heart filled with pride, but there was something else about this young girl’s fascination that surprised me. Mayumi was staring in awe at Ellie, awed by her beauty… but rather than looking at my baby’s face, her eyes were riveted to the two-year-old’s bare slit. Her hands seemed restless, as if she was imagining herself slowly reaching out to touch between Ellie’s legs.

I was supposed to be diapering my baby girl. Instead, I hesitated, letting Mayumi look for as long as she wanted. I wanted to ask her, Do you enjoy the sight of my baby, of her bare body? I longed to wrap an arm around this young girl’s waist and whisper, See, my child, how utterly perfect she is… just like you are perfect, sweet Mayumi. I love showing my Ellie to you this way, letting you see all of her. 

Of course, I said none of those things. Instead, I murmured, “Thank you, Mayumi,” then proceeded to finish diapering little Ellie, finally snapping the snaps of her onesie back in place. Together, we snuggled Ellie into her make-shift cocoon, then I took out her book and read my child a fairy tale. All the while Mayumi sat next to me, contentedly listening to this story of little ducklings going for their first swim. She was sucking on her thumb, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

My head was swimming, and I positively throbbed with arousal — Mayumi seemed to have that effect on me. Everything about her was adorable: her hair, done up in pigtails… the innocence I read in her curious eyes… her lithe, coltish legs… the thumb in her mouth.

How old was she, my friend’s daughter? I’d never been told, and couldn’t decide for certain. To be honest, I liked not knowing, thinking of her as ageless, like a pixie or a water nymph. In the end, all that really mattered was the sight of her, and how she enchanted me.

I suddenly realized that Mayumi wasn’t wearing anything under her top. Since I’d read the story of the ducklings to Ellie many times before, it was easy for me to shift into autopilot mode, my eyes drifting every now and again from the book and my baby girl to Mayumi.

She was dressed in a simple white tank top and a red checkered skirt. White socks, no shoes, hair braided in two pigtails, each with a red ribbon. Mayumi’s chest was flat as a boy’s, only she had hard little points where her breasts would eventually be, their outline easy to perceive through the white fabric.

Why are Mayumi’s nipples so hard? I wondered, nearing the end of the little book. It wasn’t cold in the room. Is it because of Ellie, the up-close view she got of my baby’s cunny and bare bum when I changed her? Did the sight arouse her? Could she even be… attracted to me?

No!

No, no, NO… These were exactly the feelings I dared not allow myself to have.

So similar to the feelings I had when I cradled little Ellie in my arms, the two of us naked and fresh from our bath, her mouth fastened to my swollen nipple…

No!

This is wrong, so very wrong… you have to stop having these thoughts!

I finally said, “The End,” and closed the pretty picture book, my face warm and flushed.

Taking the thumb from her mouth, Mayumi studied my baby girl, then whispered, “She’s asleep.” I looked down at Ellie, and she was indeed dozing peacefully.

Extending her hand to me, Mayumi simply said, “Come.”

I put my hand in hers. It was warm, her thumb still wet from that flawless mouth. What would it be like to kiss that mouth? My head was spinning again, just from imagining it.

Mayumi led me back to the living room, which had been transformed to reflect a more intimate ambience. Soft music was playing, the lights had been turned down and candles lit. A glass of wine had been placed on the coffee table for me. Chrissy was seated and looking very relaxed on a white leather sectional, both legs tucked beneath her, taking an occasional sip from her own glass as she listened to the music.

She looked up at me as I entered the room. “Is everything okay?”

Before I could reply, Mayumi answered: “Yes, Mommy. Charlene changed Ellie into a nice clean diaper, then read a story to her until she fell asleep.”

Chrissy smiled. “That sounds like a lovely scene,” she said.

I seated myself in a roomy chair, also done in white leather, and took a generous swallow from my glass, then another.

Mayumi wandered over to where Chrissy sat. “Mommy…?” she asked in a yearning voice, standing before her mother, hands clasped together.

Chrissy looked up at Mayumi — her small, soft-featured, cute-as-a-button little girl. “Do you want dessert now, honey?” she asked.

Mayumi nodded, her pigtails bobbing. “Yes, please.”

“Come get it, then,” said Chrissy.

What happened next seemed to come straight out of one of my dreams, the kind that leaves me with a racing pulse and wet panties when I awaken.

Mayumi nestled herself into a comfy embrace, looking so small and vulnerable in her mother’s arms. Then Chrissy, smiling down at her child, began to unbutton the top of her summer dress.

My heart stopped beating — then it was pounding so loudly that I could hear it echoing in my head.

Underneath her dress Chrissy wore a blue silk bra, which she deftly unclasped in the front to reveal her full breasts, which were capped by visibly erect nipples. Cupping one of the creamy globes, she offered it to her little girl with an adoring smile, her free hand resting on the back of Mayumi’s head.

I felt myself tremble helplessly as little Mayumi latched onto Mommy’s breast and began to suckle. It was a moment of pure beauty, the most natural and loving act a mother can perform for her child. At the same time, it was the most erotic thing I”d ever seen.

No, not erotic. Just natural.

But of course it was erotic, because Mayumi wasn’t a baby any more — she was a young girl on the cusp of teenhood. And yet… there was something about the vision of this lovely child, cradled in Chrissy’s arms and nursing from her breast, that put me in mind of a baby.

It was a sight that nearly undid me. Oh, God, she’s so perfect, so sexy.

No, no, NOT sexy. It’s wrong to think that, so wrong!

Chrissy smiled at me, a dreamy cast to her eyes as Mayumi sucked at the tip of her breast… then I saw the other stiff, thick nipple, visibly erect and waiting for the touch of a loving mouth.

My panties were damp… I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.

But all the while, that still small voice in the back of my mind kept saying, No, no, NO. Telling me that I couldn’t possibly be having these feelings.

I was, though. No sense denying it, not anymore.

“You like?” asked Chrissy, looking at me while she gently stroked her child’s face.

Then I saw her hands move from little Mayumi’s face to the girl’s upper body, then lower, reaching for the hem of the thin tank top. Tugging it up a few inches, Chrissy revealed a bit of her daughter’s soft tummy, brushing the exposed skin with the tips of her fingers.

“She so loves to suck her mommy’s nipples,” said Chrissy. “I don’t have any milk to give her, haven’t for years, but my sweet child still comes to me for this. She always has… and I don’t ever want her to give it up.”

She pulled the hem of her daughter’s tank top a little higher, baring more of the girl’s skin. In my head, I was pleading with Chrissy to take it off completely, to give me a glimpse of her little girl’s barely-there breasts. Of course, there was no way I could ever say something like that out loud. All I could do was sit there — mesmerized, captivated, and very, very aroused.

No, please… NOT aroused. Please.

I fought with myself, still struggling with what I knew to be the truth — my hidden love for young girls, the hunger that has always gnawed at me, even before my marriage. Before finally admitting I was a lesbian.

And I’d never, ever wanted a little girl as fiercely as Mayumi. From the instant I saw her, it felt like fate had created this flawless nymph for me to love. Chrissy knew it, too, recognized my craving, and was playing me like a cheap fiddle.

Suddenly Mayumi parted her lips to release Mommy’s nipple, then sat up, gazing at me with dreamy eyes. My God, those eyes — they made me weak inside. Chrissy was gently pulling at the hem of her daughter’s top. Mayumi raised both her arms, allowing the garment to be stripped away, up and over her head.

My breath stopped. Mayumi’s upper body was bare, on display. She had a flawless, nearly flat chest with two prominent little buds. From where I sat, it was plain to see that those tan-hued nipples were erect. Was this half-naked child aroused, too? The thought made me shiver.

Chrissy guided Mayumi back to her breast, the other one now. I saw my friend touch her daughter’s shoulder, then her hand began to slowly drift down to Mayumi’s chest. The child didn’t seem to notice, just kept sucking Mommy’s nipple.

I silently urged Chrissy on. Yes, yes — please touch your little girl there, touch Mayumi where her breasts are only just beginning to show, make her feel loved.

My heart beat out a crazy tattoo when she did that very thing, her palm gliding back and forth over her child’s upper half, caressing her. Then Chrissy took Mayumi’s tiny nipple between her thumb and index finger, tweaked it, rolled it to and fro, then gave the tender bud a gentle tug.

For me, time had stopped, the world ceased its turning. All that existed was Chrissy, Mayumi and myself. I was a spectator to beauty, sensuality and motherly love and desire, all jumbled together in a vision of what heaven must be like. Oh, I knew that I shouldn’t feel this way, and that the right thing to do would be gather up my things, go fetch Ellie and excuse myself. I couldn’t, though. I didn’t want to leave.

Chrissy’s eyes met mine, and somehow I seemed to fall into them. “Come here,” she said… and with those two words, I was hers. By then, it seemed as if I’d belonged to this gorgeous woman from the day we met.

Somehow she’d known that I needed someone like her to guide me, to help me realize who I was and what I truly wanted in life. It wasn’t a husband and a suburban home, it was exactly this — to be here with Chrissy, Mayumi and Ellie…

Wait, what? With Ellie? How did she fit into what was happening here? The idea seemed strangely enticing… but also dangerous, taking my mind places I wasn’t ready for it to go. Instead, I focused on Mayumi, lost in the pleasure of her Mommy’s breast, and Chrissy, who had just invited me to approach them.

My heart beat frantically. Yes, I need to be part of this, to do as Chrissy asks.

Rising on quivering legs, I stood, taking a deep breath in a useless attempt to calm myself, then put one foot in front of another, walking over to join mother and daughter on the sectional. Chrissy made room for me to sit, and I did so, my leg touching hers.

I was so close to them both that I could smell the faint but enticing scent of their skin; could hear Mayumi’s faint suckling and soft whimpers of contentment, and see every detail of her flat chest, especially those hard little nipples. I could have reached out and caressed the creamy orb of Chrissy’s other breast — and oh, how I ached to do just that! I couldn’t summon up the nerve, though.

But then, I got something even lovelier. Chrissy took my hand and placed it on Mayumi’s bare skin, just beneath where the child’s breasts would be, if she had them. My heart pounded like a bass drum, echoing through every part of me.

“Touch her, Charlene,” Chrissy whispered. “Make her feel good. She wants you, ever since she saw you change little Ellie. It made Mayumi need this, to nurse from her mommy.”

I was struck speechless. Dozens of questions were buzzing around my head like bees, but I couldn’t voice a single one.

Chrissy just smiled. “My little girl and I share a very special kind of love, you see. She wants to give that love to you… and to Ellie.”

Before I could digest that revelation, Chrissy had steered my hand up Mayumi’s body, until the palm was resting against the little girl’s nipple. She continued to move it around, helping me feel her daughter up. I whimpered as the taut bud seemed to stiffen to my touch — and Mayumi gasped, briefly releasing the tip of Mommy’s breast, then sucking it between her lips again.

Chrissy took her hands away, leaving me in charge of her daughter’s upper half. I was touching Mayumi all over, stroking her arms, neck, back, shoulders… but still, I kept returning again and again to the girl’s chest, brushing those exquisite little nipples with my fingertips. The room wasn’t brightly lit, but I swore that I could see them swell and tighten with each caress.

“Look at this,” said Chrissy.

I glanced down to where she was pointing — at the red skirt her daughter was wearing, which had ridden about halfway up Mayumi’s thighs. Chrissy took hold of the hem, and my heart raced faster than ever as she gently pulled at it, exposing more and more of the child’s olive-hued legs. I held my breath, waiting for that first glimpse of Mayumi’s panties…

And then, with a final tug, she uncovered her little girl’s bare vulva. No underpants to conceal her treasure. There it was, a perfect child-like cunny.

Mayumi moaned as she was exposed to my hungry gaze. I read the excitement in the child’s eyes as Mommy put her on display, knowing this was what she wanted, for me to see all of her. I felt giddy, terrified, aroused beyond belief and on the verge of bursting into tears, all at once.

“Watch me love her,” whispered Chrissy — as if she thought I might actually look away!

Chrissy slipped a hand between the parted thighs of her daughter, lovingly cupping the child’s smooth slit. Mayumi hummed her approval, still suckling from Mommy’s breast. I watched in mixed disbelief and awe as Chrissy extended her index and middle finger to trail them up and down through Mayumi’s sex, tenderly masturbating her little girl.

“She loves this,” Chrissy whispered. “The first time I touched her this way, she was very little… as little as Ellie. Even then, I could see how happy it made her.” She was playing her daughter like a virtuoso, fingers dancing over the child’s vaginal cleft, occasionally pausing to brush the tiny clitoris.

Chrissy smiled down at Mayumi. “My precious little one, my own baby girl. Such a soft, sweet cunny she has… so ready for Mommy to give her the special love she needs…”

I saw Chrissy’s fingers grow moist as she pleasured Mayumi, heard the faint liquid sounds of sex between the child’s legs. I toyed with her hard nipples — teasing them, lightly pinching them, rolling them between my fingers. Tiny shivers raced through her body, growing stronger, and I knew she was about to come.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, Mayumi threw her head back — eyes wide, a soft cry leaving her lips. “Oh, Mommy, oh Mommy, yes!” she gasped. It was happening, this amazing, beautiful thing, and I was seeing it unfold!

I looked at Mayumi’s face, glowing with rapture, then glanced down at her pubis, still partly concealed by Chrissy’s hand, then looked up at her face again. I wanted to remember all of it, to carry the memory with me as long as I lived.

My concentration was broken by Chrissy, who touched my shoulder with her free hand. I turned to her.

“Kiss me,” she said.

I couldn’t even think of refusing… couldn’t say anything, really, All I could do was lean into her, my eyes drifting shut. Our lips met, our tongues engaged, and we kissed like lovers.

My world was stripped down to essentials: Chrissy’s mouth, her hand, where it was and what it was doing, my fingers, Mayumi’s nipples, and the sounds of ecstasy that sweet young nymph made as she came from our combined touches…

On to Part Two!