Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from BlueJean: Sometime in the latter half of 2022 I happened to ask JetBoy if I could tinker with an unfinished story of his. Foolishly, he gave me his blessing, and so I began scribbling in earnest, gleefully adding brand new scenes, including one that involved a ferret running amok in a car. Having read my radical retelling of the first chapter, JetBoy very calmly explained that it wasn’t really what he had in mind. After apologising profusely and promising it would never happen again, I set to work on a more restrained effort, and over the course of many months, he and I tossed the story back and forth like two tennis players with a word ball, adding new parts, expanding others, reworking dialogue, and fleshing out characters. The result of our considerable labours awaits you below – a story entirely devoid of ferrets.

Note from JetBoy: In the midst of editing work on BlueJean’s “The Beekeeper’s Daughters” (if you haven’t read that story yet, why the hell not?), I offhandedly told him that I had an unfinished novel, set nearly a century ago in England, that I’d been chipping away at for ages. Curious, he asked me to send him what I’d composed thus far; I did so, then forgot he’d even asked to see the thing. Imagine my surprise when, a few months later, BlueJean asked if I’d be okay with him putting in some work on it. Honestly, I couldn’t think of a better person for the job, so he got the go-ahead. 

When I got my first piece of reworked text, I was horrified by how many changes he’d made. (I imagine a few dozen past and present Juicy Secrets authors muttering, “Now YOU know how it feels, dickweed.”) But upon taking a closer look, I noticed that most of the alterations didn’t alter as much as I’d thought, and nearly all of them were spot-on. I went through what he’d done, making changes and additions of my own, then threw it back to him…. aaaaaannnnnnd just like that, we were off and running.

Since BlueJean writes at least ten times faster than I do, he ended up composing a hell of a lot of the new material which, like everything else, got passed back and forth until we were both satisfied with the result… though I contributed new scenes as well. At this point, we’ve been through the text so exhaustively that it’s hard to say who did what – a collaborative work in the very best sense of the word. And if I may speak for both BlueJean and myself, we are well pleased with the final result. It’s not Lolita, admittedly… but for a couple of amateur authors, it ain’t too shabby. 

So here it is, dear friends – Chapter One of the BlueJean/JetBoy lesbian novel. Hope you like it. 

 

By JetBoy and BlueJean

Prologue

I am old now, so I will tell my story while I still have the time and memory to do so. For whom I recount it, I’m not sure – this is certainly not a tale for grandchildren, or for the pensioners I play bridge with on Thursday afternoons. Perhaps I tell it for myself, to gather it all together in one place, that I might make sense of those years and all that happened in that old house.

Yes. For myself, then.

I was left an orphan at the age of eight when my parents perished in a ballroom fire one New Year’s Eve. There were no living relations to take me in, so I was thrown on the mercy of the state, who subsequently shunted me into a Catholic institution for girls with no families – a dreary, miserable place that seemed to exist solely to wring all the life and hope from those who washed up there. Even at my tender age, though, I had a fierce determination to make something of myself.

The orphanage allowed no idle hands. We were apprenticed in various vocations suitable for young ladies on the lower rungs of society – maids, secretaries, house cleaners, cooks. In many ways, those institutions served as human factories, churning out cheap labour for the privileged few. As one of the brighter girls, I was trained in the role of caring for children. In those days it was quite common for families to take girls from orphanages for live-in jobs as nannies and governesses when they came of age.

As it happened, I turned out to be rather good with children, having become a sort of mother figure to several of the younger girls. I could also read and write well, and came to be quite deft with a needle and thread. So when Mrs. Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters, came looking for someone suitable to look after her girls, the sisters presented me to her as a potential candidate. I was terribly nervous that day, enough that I could barely meet her gaze, but she seemed to approve of me, and I was given the position.

This was a most fortunate turn of events. If I did the job well and gave no cause to displease my employer, I might have a home with the Shaws for at least two years, possibly even longer. As I had not a soul to call family, this was perhaps my only opportunity to free myself from the stigma of poverty and charity; to find my own way in the world.

So I packed my meagre belongings: three dresses, two changes of underwear, a single pair of shoes, a bracelet that had belonged to my mother and a Bible given me by the Mother Superior, a parting gift that was surely intended to remind me that though I had managed to escape their grasp, God would still be watching. I would later abandon it on the train, taking great satisfaction in that small act of defiance. I left without a backward glance, accompanied to the station by one of the sullen drabs who worked in the orphanage kitchen. There, I boarded the train that took me to Croydon, from where I would make my way to Shadowglen, the house where the Shaw family resided.

The year was 1935, and I had only just turned sixteen.

I

Shadowglen was to the south of Croydon, on the rural outskirts of London. I would surely never have found it on my own if my new employer hadn’t arranged for one of the locals to meet me at the train station, a rather rumpled old man who took my case and placed it on the backseat of a battered old truck, then opened the passenger door for me. “Doris, is it?” he croaked. “I’m to bring ya to Mrs. Shaw’s.”

“Oh, thank you, that’s very kind,” I replied as I climbed inside. The old man shut the door, then hobbled round to the front of the vehicle to crank up the engine, a feat that seemed to require considerable effort, as well as some choice language. When eventually the truck spluttered to life, he shoved himself behind the wheel without a word and we were on our way.

I hadn’t seen the countryside for many years – when I’d been very small and my parents had still been alive – so the ride to Shadowglen was a wondrous slideshow of greens and browns and yellows. The bright vibrancy of it all amazed me – a treat for the eyes after the dull grey spaces of an orphanage that seemed to drain the colour from anything it touched. And the air was so clean. When one has experienced the dirty green smog of London, the country is… well, a breath of fresh air. I wanted to gulp it down like cool water.

The old man didn’t seem to be one for conversation, but I was content to enjoy the scenery with the window wound down and that wonderful air rushing against my skin. After a couple of miles, he turned his truck onto a road that, I soon realised, wasn’t a road at all, but the thoroughfare of a large house that, for all my guileless naivety, seemed more like a palace. Was this really to be my new home?

After thanking the man and retrieving my case, I climbed the steps of the main entrance and stood poised at the doors. Steeling myself, I timidly raised the heavy brass knocker and brought it down, the loud crack making me jump.

Expecting a butler or housemaid to answer, I was surprised when Mrs. Shaw herself came to the door.

This was the first time I had met my new mistress since her visit to the orphanage, and it was only now that I became fully aware of her beauty. She was tall and slender, with dark blonde hair that hung loose around her shoulders, and striking blue eyes you could easily lose yourself in. Her smile radiated warmth, and at the sight of it I felt my nervousness ease somewhat.

“You’re here at last,” she said. “Welcome to Shadowglen.”

I dipped into a little curtsey, just the way I’d been taught. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“’Mrs. Shaw,’ will do just fine, I think,” she told me. Turning on her heels, she seemed to float across the floor with the smooth elegance of a dancer. I lingered on the doorstep, unsure if I was supposed to follow or not, until she peered back at me and extended a hand. “In you come, then. Let me show you around.”

As I hesitantly ventured inside, she added, “I’m afraid I was unable to meet you at the station myself. One of the tyres on my automobile is flat as a pancake, so I was obliged to have our gardener, Mr. Farnsworth, fetch you here. I trust the ride was satisfactory?”

“It was fine, ma’am – er, Mrs. Shaw, I mean,” I answered, wincing inside at how scatterbrained I must’ve seemed. Fortunately, my new employer didn’t seem to notice.

She gave me a tour of the house, or at least the parts that were relevant to my job – the kitchen and scullery, the dining hall, the drawing room. When we were done with the ground floor, I followed her upstairs. At the end of a lengthy passage was the room I would call home.

“It’s a little on the small size, but I do hope it’ll suffice,” Mrs. Shaw said as she took my case from me, setting it down on a sturdy wooden chest of drawers.

I could only stand there and gawp. I’d not had a room of my own since I was a child, and was astonished that this one would be all mine. Beside the chest of drawers, on which a mirror rested, was a large wardrobe, cut from the same dark wood. Blue curtains framed a window that looked out onto a well-kept garden, their colour matching the wallpaper and the eiderdown on the bed. The bed itself was small, but looked infinitely more comfortable than the cold metal bunks we made do with in the orphanage dormitories.

“Oh, Mrs. Shaw, it’s… it’s lovely!”

While I’d been gazing around me in awe, Mrs. Shaw was peeking inside my little case. “Dear me! Is this all you’ve brought with you?”

“It’s… all I have,” I mumbled, shamed yet again by my wretched poverty.

She looked at me thoughtfully for a few moments, then reached out to give my hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. There’s a seamstress in town. We’ll bring her over to measure you for some new things.”

I thanked my new mistress, grateful for her generosity, but it did sting my pride a little. Once I had the means to do so, I would march up to the shops, head held high, and buy whatever I needed with my own money.

Mrs. Shaw placed a hand upon my shoulder. “Come now. I’ll introduce you to the girls. They’re most eager to meet you.”

With that, we left my new room and went back through the hallway. “My daughters have only had one other nanny,” I was told. “Miss Haggerty had been with my family for many years. She took care of me as a child, actually.”

We reached a door with a little plaque on it that read Rebecca, the name surrounded by brightly painted flowers. “She came into a bit of property in Essex, and chose to retire, and I made the decision to seek someone… nearer the girls’ age as a replacement.” Mrs. Shaw carefully studied my face. “I feel certain, Doris, that you will work out quite nicely.”

She rapped her knuckles on the door and briskly opened it to draw me into a cheerfully-lit bedroom.

Three girls awaited me within. The eldest lay on her belly on a four-poster bed, while the younger two sat cross-legged on a rug spread before a small hearth.

“Here she is, children!” Mrs. Shaw announced.

I stepped out from her shadow and adopted a confident stance – back straight, hands resolutely linked in front of me. In truth, I was a tad nervous, but determined not to let it show. “Good afternoon, girls. My name is Doris Sloane.”

Mrs. Shaw pointed to each girl in turn. “This is my eldest, Rebecca. And there’s Sophia. And finally, my baby, Melinda.”

The two youngest girls found their feet and stood before me in what seemed to be a combination of respect and curiosity, but the older daughter just looked me over, making no effort to move from her place on the bed.

I already knew their ages. Rebecca seemed older than her fourteen years. Sophia, the middle child, not quite twelve, gave me a little wave.

Ten-year-old Melinda pouted. “I’m not a baby, Mummy,” she complained, but her frown quickly dissolved into giggles when Mrs. Shaw wrapped both arms round her waist and lifted her from the ground, then peppered the child’s face with kisses.

“I’ll leave you all to get acquainted. Supper will be at the usual time,” Mrs. Shaw told us as she made for the door. I smiled my thanks and gave her a nod of the head before turning my attention back to the three pairs of eyes watching me carefully.

“I only like for Mother to call me Rebecca,” the eldest girl stated – a touch haughtily, it seemed to me. I hoped I wouldn’t have any trouble from her. “Would you call me Becky instead?”

“I’d be happy to, Becky,” I replied. “If that’s what you prefer.”

“Mummy says you’re an orphan,” Melinda blurted out. “What happened to your parents?”

An alarmed Becky immediately shushed her youngest sister, while Sophia hissed, “Shut up, Melinda!”

The child was quite embarrassed, but I took no offence at her curiosity. Taking a place on the rug, I told them what had befallen me – that my parents had died; about my time at the orphanage. True, it wasn’t entirely proper for a nanny to tell her life story to the children she was caring for, but better to quell the whispers sooner rather than later, I thought. And besides, I wanted to establish a rapport with my charges, to show them I could be confided in. To me, trust was as important as respect.

The two youngest had what seemed like a million more questions, but Becky was still quietly appraising me, chin propped up on her hands while she listened to us chat, saying so little that it was hard to know whether she approved of me or not.

“I hope we can be friends,” I told them all when there was a pause in the conversation.

“Mother says you’re mainly here to help with Melinda and Sophia,” Becky told me. “I’m old enough to look after myself.”

I thought it best to let that pass for the moment. Mrs. Shaw’s eldest would either warm to me or she would not. Time would tell.

“Do you like George Formby?” asked Sophia, and Melinda merrily tinkled away on an invisible ukulele.

“I know who he is, but I’ve not really heard many of his songs,” I explained. “We… well, we were never allowed to listen to that kind of music at the orphanage. Just hymns, mostly.”

An expression of outrage flashed across the eleven-year-old’s face. “That’s awful!” she cried, as if I’d told her the nuns kept us chained to the walls at night. “We have a wireless downstairs. They play George Formby numbers quite often. And jazz, too.” She offered me a shy smile. “Would you like to listen with me after supper?”

“Of course,” I told her, glad for any opportunity to get to know the girls better.

The sharp tinkling of a bell came from downstairs, and the girls rose to their feet. “That means it’s time for dinner,” Melinda told me.

I took her hand in mine. “Lead the way, then!”

The ten-year-old smiled proudly, and the four of us made our way downstairs to the dining room.

II

Those first few days and weeks at Shadowglen took some getting used to. When not occupied with the two youngest children, I was familiarising myself with the layout of the sprawling house and learning the ins and outs of housework, laundry and clothing repair, as well as numerous errands that took me into town and back. I threw myself into the work, and – exhausting though it could be – enjoyed keeping busy.

Much of Mrs. Shaw’s day was occupied with the running of her late husband’s company from the study she now called her own. Often she would venture into London – whether for business or social calls, I wasn’t sure, and it was certainly not my place to ask. I was amazed to see she owned her own automobile, and even more so to see her behind the wheel. A woman driving was practically unheard of back then, and it spoke much of her independence and strong character.

So it fell to me to make sure the children had their breakfast and got off to school on time, that their uniforms were clean and smart, and that they attended to their homework at night. During the day I mended their clothes, cleaned their rooms or ran errands for Mrs. Shaw.

There was plenty to be done, but somehow I still managed to find some free time for myself on occasion. The garden was a great pleasure to me during those days. The best the orphanage could offer was a high-walled backyard every bit as cold and glum as its interior, so sitting on the well-kept lawn of a beautiful house to eat my lunch or simply unwind felt rather decadent.

Shadowglen’s cook, Mrs. Broomfield, was a plump woman with a no-nonsense attitude but a kind heart who sometimes needed assistance in the kitchen. She lived down in the nearby village, and came to the house most days to prepare meals. She and I forged a quick friendship, and I was given the extra task of serving breakfast to Mrs. Shaw and the girls.

It was a thorough, but fairly steady routine, and after the first two weeks I felt comfortable with the workings of the household, and content with my new life.

As the weeks passed, I came to know the Shaw girls and their very different personalities.

At ten, Melinda was a little on the shy side, but her affection knew no bounds. She loved to be cuddled, and we soon grew close enough that she would often find a place on my lap during the evenings while we sat in front of the fire in the drawing room. She loved stories, and I would read to her as she lay tucked up in bed – though sometimes, if a tale was especially thrilling, she would insist on discussing the finer points of it with me when it was long past time to turn the light out and go to sleep. She was quite the budding horticulturist, and took great pride in her ability to name all the different plants and flowers in the family garden. Melinda was an unofficial assistant of sorts to Mr. Farnsworth, the taciturn old man who came by several times a week to maintain the grounds of Shadowglen. She was the only one there who could get much more than a nod out of him.

Eleven-year-old Sophia was the mischievous pixie, brimming with youthful energy. If a set of feet was heard racing up and down the stairs or dashing down the hall, they were certain to be hers. She had an insatiable curiosity about everything under the sun, equally content to watch a bird building its nest as she was studying the great fold-out atlas Mrs. Shaw had given her as a birthday gift. If Melinda’s great love was stories, then Sophia’s was undoubtedly music. Much of her time was spent listening raptly and sometimes dancing or singing to tunes on the wireless, until some distraction caught her attention and away she would fly, eager for a new adventure.

Becky was quiet, contemplative; perhaps even a little withdrawn. She was a voracious reader, and would often retreat to her room to bury herself in some book or another. Being the eldest at fourteen, she required much less attention than her younger sisters, so I didn’t have an opportunity to spend as much time with her.

I sensed a sadness in Becky that left me puzzled at first – she seemed to lack for nothing in life, after all – until I recognised the same melancholy in her that sometimes settled over me. I suspected my own fits of depression stemmed from the death of my parents, and I wondered if hers had something to do with the loss of her father. Since she was closest to my age, I hoped the two of us would become friends, but she remained distant – not hostile, simply aloof.

III

A month after my arrival, Mrs. Shaw summoned me to her study. I sat in the chair opposite her desk, nervously wondering if I had done something to displease her, but she simply asked me how I was settling in and whether the girls were behaving themselves under my care. Then she told me there was no need to address her by her surname anymore. “You may call me ‘Miss’ from now on,” she said, gently resting her hand upon mine. My cheeks coloured a little as I thanked her.

Not long after that, Mrs. Shaw gave me a gift that has sustained and enriched my journey through life – the love of books.

We had been taught our letters at the orphanage, but only for the purpose of studying the Good Book, or the old eighteenth and nineteenth century morality tales that we were expected to read to the younger children in our care. Genuine literature was frowned upon, seen as a corrupting influence by the harridans who controlled our lives. Those few girls who loved to read were mocked by the sisters for “putting on airs,” which all but ensured they would be teased and tormented by the others. And any girl caught with a book from the notorious Prohibitorum List – Madame Bovary, Canterbury Tales, Lady Chatterley’s Lover and numerous others – was soundly punished, and the offending tome consigned to the kitchen stove. “This is the only suitable book for a young lady,” our Sister Agatha routinely declared, brandishing her Bible like a weapon.

In that way, I’d attained womanhood with little to no interest in reading for pleasure. It took me by surprise, then, to see how devoted Mrs. Shaw was to her books. Her study held a generous library, and each day my mistress would pass an hour or two there, curled up in her chair with one of the many volumes that crowded the old oaken bookcases.

I suppose it was inevitable that I would wander into her study in my spare time to gaze at the well-stocked shelves, curious about their contents.

Eventually, I took one down, intrigued by its title: The Old Curiosity Shop. I opened it to the first page, read a few lines, and soon found myself caught up in the characters and their story. Without giving it much thought, I drifted over to the nearest chair to read a little more.

I was wrenched back into the here and now when I noticed my mistress standing in the open doorway, watching me.

I leapt to my feet, snatching the book just in time to prevent it from tumbling to the floor. “I – I’m sorry, miss!” I stammered, suddenly numb with horror. I’d been caught snooping. This was a disaster.

But Mrs. Shaw was quick to calm me. “You’ve done nothing wrong, Doris. Everyone in this house is allowed to use the library.” She paused, noting the volume I held. “The Old Curiosity Shop, eh? That was one of my favourites when I was your age. Have you read Dickens before?”

“No, miss,” I meekly replied. “We didn’t have many books at the orphanage… mostly just for children. For us to read to them, you see, when we went into service.”

She frowned. “So… you weren’t encouraged to read for yourselves? For pleasure?”

I shook my head. “Not really, miss.” I gave an unsteady laugh. “We… we weren’t supposed to do much of anything for pleasure.”

“Appalling,” Mrs. Shaw muttered. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, shaking herself out of her reverie with a comforting hand upon my arm. “My dear, you are well clear of that horrid place.”

Then she smiled at me, and dear reader, it was like the sun emerging from behind a dark cloud. Of all the things I remember about my mistress, it’s her beautiful smile that shines brightest in my memory. The way it would draw out her dimples and make her eyes sparkle like precious pale sapphires lingers in my mind to this day.

She gestured toward the book I held so reverently. “Doris, it would make me very happy if you were to take this with you. Read it at your leisure; bring it back when you’re done. Then you may take another – any you like, as often as you want. Books are meant to be shared and enjoyed by all.”

Something about Mrs. Shaw’s gesture touched me deeply. I’d had ample reason to note her kindness, but this meant something more to me, somehow. My mistress was allowing me a level of privilege that felt almost… intimate.

I thought of the satisfaction Mrs. Shaw took from her reading, realising for the first time that I might have that very same sense of fulfilment for myself. There they were, lined up and waiting, each book a world waiting to be explored. In opening her library to me, she was inviting me into a new, better life.

“Thank you, miss,” I whispered, hugging the volume of Dickens all the more tightly, overwhelmed with gratitude. I surely would have seized her hand and brought it to my lips to kiss, had a mere servant girl been permitted such a liberty.

I think she might have been a little embarrassed by my response to her generosity. She gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. “You’re welcome, Doris. Let me know when you’ve finished the book. You can share your thoughts on it.” With a wistful smile and a satisfied sigh, she murmured, “Yes. Good,” then drifted from the room.

For a moment I stood there, unsure what to do next. I wanted to spend more time with Mrs. Shaw, to gaze at that lovely face, hear her soothing voice. At the same time, I wished to immerse myself once more in The Old Curiosity Shop. But a glance at the clock told me the girls would be home soon, so I carried the precious volume back to my room, where I placed it on the night table.

Within two weeks I was reading as often as I could spare a moment, devouring one book after another. True to her word, Mrs. Shaw let me borrow from the library whenever I liked. And she always managed to find time to chat with me afterward about the stories and characters. At first I was timid and self-conscious about voicing my own impressions, but my mistress managed to draw me out, encouraging me to speak freely. She treated me as a friend, something no adult had ever done before.

I quickly came to relish our conversations, and began asking Mrs Shaw to recommend books she especially loved, that I might enjoy them as well. Sometimes when poring through a novel, I found myself pretending she was reading it too, enjoying the story along with me.

My admiration for Mrs. Shaw, I was beginning to realise, was straying into the realm of infatuation. She was like no woman I had ever known – strong-willed and extraordinarily beautiful, with a sense of elegance and poise that fascinated me. I believe every young girl needs an older woman to look up to, and in Victoria Shaw, I had found mine. My secret dream was that I might become like her someday, once I’d found my place in the world.

I slowly settled in, feeling more a part of the Shaw household with every passing day. It was the first time in my adult life that I had ever truly experienced a sense of belonging. I was content. And it was a very good feeling indeed.

IV

The day things changed for me came six weeks after I took my position with the Shaws.

I remember starting awake in the middle of the night, a cold sweat clinging to my body, my breath coming in short, sobbing rasps. The nightmare was a familiar one: my mother and father reaching out to me from the flames of the ballroom, their screams, the reek of burning flesh. In fact, I had not been there that night, but in my dream I was always present – frozen in place, unable to help them.

I lay there in the dark and wept, my head throbbing painfully.

I was unable to rise the following morning. When Melinda came to find out why I hadn’t been there to help her dress and braid her hair for the Sunday church service, I told her I was feeling unwell with a bad head. But I was harried by guilt, and knew I should drag myself out of bed and soldier on, or at least explain to Mrs. Shaw why I wasn’t there, attending to her daughters.

As it happened, the lady of the house came to me instead. Her blonde hair was swept back into a neat bun and she was wearing her Sunday best. She gave me a glass of water, then dropped two small white pills into my palm. “Wash those down, they’ll help with your headache.”

“I’m so s-sorry, Miss!” I stammered, my tears welling up all over again. “I – I’ll make up the time, I promise!”

Shushing me, Mrs. Shaw placed a hand upon my damp brow. “There’s no need to apologise. Try to get some sleep, and I shall come see you when we return from church.”

She closed the bedroom door and several minutes later I could hear the sound of her car disappearing up the driveway. I pulled the covers up around my pounding head, and eventually an uneasy sleep took me.

***

I awakened some time later to the sound of my bedroom door opening, then footsteps on the hard floor. The aspirin had softened the edges of my headache, but melancholy still coloured my soul.

I had been beset by these fits of depression for years, not frequently, but often enough to dread those times when they descended upon me. I saw it as a weakness, and grew infuriated with myself whenever these attacks occurred. I’d hoped that Mrs. Shaw would never see me in this state. Would she think less of me for it, or simply assume it was nothing more than a bad head and leave it at that?

She pulled a chair next to my bed and sat down. “How do you feel?”

I could smell her perfume. The scent awakened a strange longing in me, one I couldn’t put a name to. “Much better, thank you.”

“I’ve asked the girls not to bother you for the rest of the day.” She tugged her white kid gloves from her hands, then placed a palm against my brow. “You’re very warm. I hope you don’t have a fever.”

I stiffened a little at the sudden contact, but beneath that, something else stirred, something I would not – could not – entertain. “I don’t think I do, Miss.”

Mrs. Shaw must have sensed my unease, and sought to reassure me. “I have raised three girls, you know… and looked after them when they fell ill.”

Her hand remained upon my brow, her thumb gently stroking my temple. With the other hand, she slowly pulled the covers down to my waist.

“W-what are you doing, Miss?” I asked in a small voice.

“Checking to see if your skin is flushed. A fever will show most prominently upon the chest.” She began to unhook the buttons on my nightgown.

“I don’t think it’s a fever, Miss,” I protested, fighting the impulse to push her hands away. “I feel much better now.”

“Shhh… don’t argue. It won’t hurt to see.”

She pulled the gown open, baring my breasts. I attempted to cover them with my hands but Mrs. Shaw would have none of it. “Now, now. There’s no need for modesty between the two of us. I should think you were used to this kind of thing, being around other girls all those years.”

Needless to say, Mrs. Shaw understood little of our lives at the orphanage. We girls were seldom exposed to nudity, even our own. The sisters taught us that the body was a shameful thing, a vessel for sin. We dressed and undressed in near darkness, and bathed quickly in tiny isolated cubicles. To allow one’s nakedness to be seen by others was considered wanton, and any girl caught at it was sure to be punished.

I think I understood the folly of such oppression at the time, even if I was too young to express it in words. Nevertheless, I had no choice but to keep my head down and toe the line with the rest of those unfortunate souls. To do otherwise would have been a folly all its own. And yet, the daily rituals we endured had become so rehearsed, so ingrained, that my unexpected state of undress, and this sudden intimacy with Mrs. Shaw left me feeling vulnerable, even threatened.

Her eyes met mine, and something passed between us. She placed a hand upon my chest and stroked me there, her fingers brushing against the swell of my burgeoning breasts. “You’re quite lovely,” she told me softly, and I felt my face warming. “I don’t believe you have a fever. But you’re to stay in bed for the rest of the day. I shall bring you some soup later.”

Her hand trailed down to my belly, and a shiver thrummed through me. She looked into my eyes again. “Do you mind me touching you like this?”

I shook my head. What else was I to do? Slap her hands away and tell her to leave? She was my employer, and I didn’t have the luxury of jeopardising my position. But in truth, although alarmed at the way she allowed her hands to wander, the attention was not entirely unwelcome.

Suddenly her mouth was close to my ear. “Good,” she murmured, and in the next moment was gone from the room.

I lay there in a daze, my nightgown slung open, the sound of my own breathing loud in my ears. Somewhere out in the garden I could hear the girls playing in the afternoon sunshine, and the strangely comforting rattle and clunk of a push mower moving across the lawn.

Mrs. Shaw had left me wanting – awakened something that demanded attention. Sometimes, at night, as we lay in our beds in the orphanage, that same need had found me, found some of the others too, I suppose.

I have already told of how we were expressly forbidden to touch ourselves in ways deemed inappropriate, but it bears repeating, if only so you understand how a child’s innocent, inquisitive nature can be hollowed out and replaced with guilt and shame. It was drummed into us by the sour creatures who ruled our lives that masturbation was a mortal sin, that we were risking our very souls for a moment’s fleeting pleasure. We were taught to wash certain parts of our bodies as quickly as we were able when bathing, lest we succumb to earthly temptation. The sleeping quarters were policed after hours, and any girl caught touching herself was marched before us all the next day after morning prayers and punished for her actions.

We all knew the consequences of being caught – the bite of the cane across the palms, the shaming that accompanied it. And there were always tattletales, eager little sister’s pets who would do just about anything to get into the good graces of those monstrous harridans.

But sometimes the calling was simply too great, and in the dark, fingers would snake down beneath blankets, quiet, quiet, as quiet as can be.

This time, there was no one to hear me. It was my room. Mine alone. And my nightgown was open, and my hand was upon my belly, and a cool breeze blew across my bare skin from the open window.

With an eye towards the door, I touched myself – hesitantly at first, just a fingertip trailing along the warm cleft of my vagina. My other hand found a breast and kneaded it softly, a shared rhythm with the finger that had found the opening to my womanhood and was now probing the moist warmth within. When the liquid sounds of my exploration shattered the silence, I froze briefly, then remembered there was no one there to inform on me. Alone. So wonderfully alone.

I felt the tide rising within me, but with nothing to fear and no urgency to finish, this time it was mine to control, mine to make wax and wane as I saw fit. So I denied myself the release I craved for a long, wondrous while; taking myself to the very brink of ecstasy several times before allowing the waves to carry me over.

And I plummeted headlong into that delicious abyss… the sweet death that, strangely enough, was also a giver of life. And at that moment, dear reader, I was very much alive.

On to Chapter Two!

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

School was over for the summer. Linda felt uneasy about leaving her daughters at home alone, so she got herself set up to work in her study. It worked out even better than she’d hoped – without the daily interruptions that always seemed to occur in the office, she was getting a greater amount of work done, and she appreciated having more time to spend with the girls.

Linda was beginning to suspect her concerns about Kelly had been premature. After Jan’s visit, her oldest daughter had stopped dropping comments about sex and nudity, and she didn’t seem to be checking out other girls anymore. Kelly still hadn’t regained her memory, but at least she was behaving more like a normal child of eleven.

On their first Monday away from school, Kelly and Gabby were throwing the Frisbee out back. Gabby had just made a deft catch when their neighbor Cheryl’s sixteen-year-old daughter Alicia crossed over into their yard.

“Hiya, Ali!” Gabby called with a wave.

“Hi,” Ali replied as she looked at the nine-year-old in a way that Kelly instantly recognized. Gabby was wearing a pair of snug shorts that displayed her legs and bottom to impressive effect – sure enough, that was where Ali’s eyes went first.

“Hey, Gabby?” said Ali. “Pam wanted me to ask if you’d like to come over and play with her. She’s down in our basement.”

“Cool! Just let me ask Mom,” Gabby said as she turned and ran toward the house. Alicia touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip for a moment, watching Gabby’s ass as she ran toward the house.

Not having met Ali yet, Kelly drifted over to the older girl, noting that she looked like a younger version of her mother. Ali’s breasts were smaller than Cheryl’s, but they were the ideal size for the younger girl’s slender frame. Kelly liked Ali’s red hair, and her butt looked incredible in the tight jeans she wore.

“Hello,” Kelly said. “I know you know me, but I can’t remember you. Sorry.”

“It’s okay – I know what happened,” Ali said with a sympathetic nod. Kelly saw the older girl’s eyes flicker down to her chest for an instant before adding, “You can spend some time with me if you like, Kelly. We can go up to my room.”

“Did we used to hang out?” Kelly asked.

“No, not really,” Ali admitted. “But we’d all play games together sometimes.”

“Did we ever take our clothes off when we played?” Kelly asked.

Ali’s eyes widened. “You mean… completely naked?”

“Yeah. Did we ever?”

Ali laughed, but only to cover her surprise at the question. “No. I don’t know where you got that idea.” she said. “I meant, like, we mostly played board games, pick-up-sticks and stuff like that. I do remember one time when we were having a game of freeze tag… indoors, ‘cause it was raining. Everyone was running around a lot, so we ended up playing in just our underpants and t-shirts.” She laughed. “Actually, Pam and Gabby didn’t even bother with the t-shirts! Oh, wait, I remember now – when we started taking stuff off, you got embarrassed and left the room.”

“Really? But that sounds like so much fun!” Kelly said. “And I was all embarrassed, huh? Boy, I sure was different back then.”

Gabby appeared at the back door. “Mom wants to know if your mom’s home, Ali.”

“Yes,” Ali replied. “It’s okay with her.”

With a joyful whoop, Gabby bounded into the yard, racing toward the Benton home, yelling as she ran, “See you guys later!”

The two older girls waved, then Ali smiled. “Actually, playing naked sounds like a lot of fun. I’d be up for doing it… if everyone else did.”

“Me too,” said Kelly. She was still checking Ali out. In addition to her nice figure, she also had a pretty face. And she was dressed to perfection, in denim shorts that showed off her long, shapely legs, and a tight t-shirt that displayed her titties to impressive effect.

Ali had been doing some looking of her own. She loved the cute tomboy thing Gabby had going, with blue cotton shorts that were a little too small for her, a baggy football jersey, battered sneakers and white socks that came up to her knees.

But the sight of Kelly really got her juices flowing. Kelly had on a pair of worn denim jeans and a powder blue t-shirt that was so thin, the girl’s budding breasts and puffy nipples could practically be seen through the fabric.

Touching Kelly’s arm, Ali said. “C’mon, let’s go inside.” Side by side, they made their way toward the house.

Once indoors, they found Ali’s mom Cheryl seated in the study, using the computer.

“Hi, Mrs. Benton,” Kelly said, smiling at the very attractive older woman. “Thanks for letting me and Gabby come over.”

“You’re welcome any time, hon,” she said. “But please, don’t call me ‘Mrs Benton.’ It’s ‘Cheryl.’ She gave the pretty eleven-year-old a wink.

“Okay, Cheryl,” Kelly replied. “Next time I won’t forget.”

“Mom, I’m gonna show Kelly my room,” Ali said as she put a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder and guided her to the stairs.

“Have fun.” Cheryl said.

Once the girls were gone, she brought the Pornhub site back up and clicked PLAY on the lesbian video she’d paused a moment ago. Sitting back, she slipped a hand into her sweatpants.

***

Gabby thundered down the basement steps, shouting, “Heyyyyy, Pam! I’m hee-ere!”

“Hi, Gab.” Pam gave her best friend a hug.

Gabby returned the embrace, and the two girls flopped down next to each other on the sofa. “Whatcha wanna do?” Gabby asked.

Pam shrugged. “Whatever you feel like doing.”

“Wanna hear something amazing? I mean, totally amazing.”

“Sure.” Pam smiled.

“If I tell you, you’ve gotta promise to keep it secret. Okay?”

“Sure, I promise.” By then, Pam’s interest was fully aroused.

“Um, well, a couple nights ago we all went out to eat,” Gabby began, lowering her voice. “My sister didn’t have any underpants on.”

“How’d you know that?” Pam asked. “Did she tell you?”

“I’m getting to it, doofus! So when we were walking home…” The girl paused for dramatic effect. “Kelly lifted up the back of her dress and showed me her butt.”

Pam’s mouth dropped, and a hint of pink appeared in her cheeks. “Wow! She really did that? Out in the street? And, and she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress?”

“For real! I mean, no one saw her but me… my mom and my aunt were walking in front of us. But that’s not even the coolest part!” Gabby smiled, savoring the moment.

“What? Tell me!”

When we got home, me and Kelly went into the back yard… and she took her dress all the way off! She just had on her sneakers and socks and she stood right there, bare naked. I could see everything. It was so wild!”

“Gosh, I would love to have seen that.” Pam said. “Your sister’s so pretty. Bet she’s got a great body!”

“Oh, she does,” Gabby said. “So… have you ever seen Ali naked?”

Pam fell silent, pursing her lips. Finally, she spoke. “If I tell you something private, will you promise to keep it secret forever, Gabby? Cross your heart?”

“Promise,” Gabby said solemnly as she drew a large invisible X on her chest with a finger.

It was Pam’s turn to speak quietly. “Sometimes me and Ali get naked and touch our kitties together, the same way me and you do. She’s the one who showed me how.”

“Oh, wow!” Gabby gasped. “Does she look good with no clothes on?”

“Well, her boobies are big and soft. And her – her nipples, they swell up when she touches them,” Pam answered. Both girls giggled. “She has hair over her kitty, too. Does Kelly have any?”

“No. Not yet. She still looks like us down there. She’s got nice little titties, but I didn’t get to feel them.” Gabby gave her friend a thoughtful glance. “Hey. You wanna?” She felt that hot urge between her legs again.

“Sure,” Pam answered, knowing exactly what Gabby meant. Standing up, she unfastened her jeans and, with one motion, pushed them to her ankles along with her panties, then sat back down, both legs spread apart.

Pausing long enough to take a good look at her half-naked friend, Gabby shoved the shorts and panties she wore down to her ankles. She sat with legs parted, holding the bottom of her shirt up so Pam could see everything, too.

With her free hand, Gabby slowly trailed a finger through her moist labia, and Pam began to touch herself in the same way.

“I wish I could watch you and Ali doing this,” Gabby said as she circled the opening of her vagina with a finger tip.

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah, that would be fun. I’ll see if she wants to.”

“Really? Wow, that would be awesome! Ali wouldn’t be mad at you for asking that?”

Pam shrugged. “She wouldn’t get mad. She might say no, but she wouldn’t get mad.”

“Ever see your mom naked?” Gabby asked. “I think she’s beautiful.”

Pam began to move her finger faster. “No. I mean, yeah, she’s pretty I guess, but I never saw her naked. What about your mom?”

“Nope. But you know something? I’d really like to.” Gabby watched as Pam rubbed the special place at the top of her kitty, then she did the same. “Ever since I saw Kelly with her clothes off, I’ve been kinda wanting to see Mom that way. Aunt Jan, too.”

“Maybe now that Kelly let you see her, you guys can do this together,” Pam said, nodding toward her busy hand.

Gabby pondered that notion. “I’d like that. Oh, I forgot to tell you – Kelly also taught me how to kiss. Sexy kiss.” Pam made a face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. But you know what? It feels great!

” She edged closer to her friend. “Wanna try it with me?”

***

Upstairs, Kelly looked around Ali’s room, liking what she saw. The bed was covered with stuffed animals. Not only did Ali have her own bathroom, there was also a flat screen TV and a small refrigerator.

“What an awesome place!” Kelly exclaimed. “If I lived here, I’d never come out!” She wandered around, taking it all in. “Man, this bed is huge. If you had a slumber party, everyone could sleep here.” Kelly flopped down on her back in the bed’s center.

“It’s king-size,” Ali said. “This used to be the master bedroom. After Mom got divorced, she didn’t want this room anymore, so she swapped with me. I love it.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Kelly replied. “Um, Ali? Would you let me touch your boobs?”

Ali gave a short embarrassed laugh. “What?”

Kelly smiled. “Can I touch your boobs? I mean they look so nice… I just wonder what they feel like.”

Ali shrugged, trying to maintain her cool exterior. “Well, I suppose they feel like yours do. Mine are just bigger, that’s all.” Ali sat down on the bed, gazing thoughtfully at the younger girl. “Y’know, Kelly, you really do seem different…”

“Really? How?”

“Well,” Ali started, “You’re so… so forward. You never would’ve asked to feel my tits before, even if you wanted to. Which I don’t think you ever did, by the way. And you used to always wear a training bra, but now… well, I can make out your breasts. And your nipples are showing!”

“I don’t really have anything yet,” Kelly said. “But you can see them if you like. That is, if I can see yours.” Without waiting for a response, she sat up just long enough to pull her shirt up and off, then toss it aside. Lying back, she began to circle the small pink nipples with the tips of her fingers, looking expectantly at Ali.

“Uh, okay, sure. Why not?” Alicia said, tugging her shirt off, which she carelessly draped over the arm of her desk chair. Reaching behind her back, she undid the bra, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor. She climbed on the bed and crawled over to where Kelly lay.

“Like them?” Ali purred, cupping both breasts in her hands.

“Sure do,” Kelly answered as she got up on her knees and reached out to touch a breast. “Yeah… nice and soft! Thanks, Ali, this is way cool.” She leaned forward to take one of Ali’s nipples between her lips, sucking at the swelling bud.

Ali felt her heart begin to pound. “That feels so nice, Kelly,” she whispered.

Glancing up at the older girl, Kelly switched to the other nipple. She began to shift back and forth, nursing from one breast while she fondled the other.

Ali loved what this cute eleven-year-old was doing to her, but she found herself feeling a bit uncomfortable with how fast this was happening. Don’t rush this, kiddo, she admonished herself. You could get into some major trouble if you’re not careful. “Hey, I really like this. But, um, we better stop now.”

“Ali?” Kelly said, gazing deep into the teen’s eyes. “I’d love to lick your pussy.” Ali’s mouth dropped. “I’ve never done it before… at least, I don’t think I have. But I’ve really been wanting to try it.”

Ali gaped at the younger girl, trying to make sense of what was happening. Wow… I think she really means it! It’s illegal as hell… but how fucking cool would that be, letting a little girl go down on me? It flew in the face of common sense, but her resolve was evaporating like morning mist.

She’d been lusting after her little sister Pam for at least a year, but hadn’t summoned up the nerve to make a move on the girl. Luckily, Pam herself had come to Ali with questions about her body. The opportunity to play the helpful older sister and get the younger one naked had been irresistible. That very night, Ali taught Pam how to masturbate.

Not only did Pam love making herself come, she quickly decided it was much more fun when she and Ali touched themselves together. Ever since, the two sisters had been doing just that – and Ali was fairly certain Pam was also masturbating with her little friend Gabby.

Ali hadn’t taken things any further with Pam, but some time soon, she intended to suggest that they touch each other’s pussies, just to see if her sister would go for it.

Now another young girl, one just a couple of years older than Pam, was offering Ali oral sex. I can’t say no to this, she quickly decided. I can’t. I’d regret it forever.

“If that’s what you want,” Ali said as she got to her feet, “Then yeah, I’m into it. But you can’t breathe a word about this to anyone. Even your sister.” Facing Kelly, she slowly undid the button on her shorts, then wriggled the denim cut-offs down until she could step out of them, revealing red satin panties.

“So sexy,” Kelly whispered, almost to herself.

Ali spun around, displaying her barely covered ass to the eleven-year-old. Gazing over her shoulder, she said, “Do you think I have a nice bottom?”

Kelly replied by stuffing a hand down the front of her shorts, “Yes. I love your bottom. Oh, Ali… I’ll do anything you like. Lick your pussy, put my fingers in you, rub our c-cunts together. Anything.” The girl’s breathing grew unsteady as she masturbated. “Want me to lick your butthole? I’ll do that, too.” She’d recently encountered a film clip of one lesbian rimming another while roaming the internet – and after the shock wore off, found herself eager to sample this new pleasure.

Her back still to Kelly, Ali slowly, slowly pulled her panties down until she was bent all the way over, giving the younger girl a good look at her holes. She could feel her heart racing like mad as she heard Kelly murmur, “Your pussy is soooo pretty, Ali… so pink and juicy, it looks like a yummy piece of fruit. Oh, God, I want to taste you, Ali, please let me taste you…”

***

Downstairs, Cheryl was watching a film clip of two teenage girls and an older woman enjoying a heated threesome. Her sweatpants were undone, and she had a hand in her panties, plunging two fingers in and out of her throbbing vagina.

Suddenly Cheryl’s phone chimed, making her jump. She saw on the caller ID that it was Linda calling. “Damn it,” she muttered, letting the phone go off twice more while she composed herself. Then she picked it up, making sure to do so with the left hand.

“Hi, Linda,” she said.

“Hey, Cher. Can you send Kelly and Gabby home? Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

“No problem. What’s on the menu?”

“Oh, an asparagus casserole,” Linda replied. “Kelly gave up eating meat, so I’ve had to get really creative in the kitchen.”

“Hmmm… I’ve never made that before. You’ll have to give me the recipe some time. Anyhow, I’ll give the girls a nudge in your direction.”

“Better give them more of a shove… I’m setting the table now. Thanks, babe!”

“Bye, then,” Cheryl said, putting the phone back in the charger. With a wistful sigh, she closed out her Pornhub session, popped into the kitchen to wash her hands, then began climbing the stairs to Ali’s room.

***

Ali stood by the edge of the bed, spreading her labia with two fingers to reveal the rosy interior of her cunt. “Like what you see, Kelly?” she said.

“Yeah,” a wide-eyed Kelly sighed. “I love looking at your pussy.”

“You really want to taste me?”

“Yes, please, Ali… I really, really want to.”

“Give me your hand,” the teen demanded.

Kelly extended her arm, and Ali placed the palm of the younger girl’s hand against her wet pussy. She worked it up and down a few times, then guided Kelly’s finger into her tight vagina.

“Oh, my gosh,” Kelly said, “you’re so hot inside!”

“You make me hot,” Ali replied. “Now take your finger out and lick it.”

Slowly withdrawing her finger, Kelly studied it, smiling at how slick it was with Ali’s love honey. She ran her tongue up its length, then slipped it into her mouth to suck.

“Let me have more, Ali,” Kelly pleaded when her finger was clean. “Let me lick you now. Pretty please?”

Ali smiled. “I think we’re going to have a real nice summer, you and me.” She lay back on the bed, parting her thighs.

Kelly crawled between the teen’s legs, lying down with her face a few inches away from Ali’s juicy cunt. It was breathtakingly lovely, a pink flower framed by a neatly trimmed tuft of bright red curls. Moistening her lips in anticipation, Kelly reached out to graze the slit with a fingertip.

“You’re so sexy, Ali,” she whispered. “I’ll do this to you anywhere, any time you want.”

Propped up on her elbows, Ali gazed hungrily at her eleven-year-old lover. What a vision she was; topless, long sandy hair spilling onto her bare shoulders, eyes glazed with desire. She looked down further, checking out Kelly’s pert little ass. It looked so yummy, thrust out and up in those tight blue jeans. I should’ve asked her to get naked too, she told herself. Oh, well, we’ll get to that.

Kelly drew closer to Ali’s pussy, parting her lips, about to take that first lick… then a brisk knock on the door caused both girls to start.

“Girls?” It was Ali’s mother Cheryl. “Can I come in?”

Ali was about to speak, but Kelly immediately came out with, “Sure, come on in!”

The knob turned, then jiggled, but the door didn’t open. “It’s locked.” Cheryl said on the other side.

“Just a sec, Mom,” Ali called, staring in disbelief at a giggling Kelly. “Put your shirt back on!” she hissed at the girl.

As Kelly calmly put her shirt back on, Ali pulled on her own top and then yanked on her shorts, pausing to nudge her panties and bra under the bed.

When Ali opened the door, Cheryl peered inside, arching an eyebrow at the two girls. Kelly was seated on the bed, sniffing her finger.

“Kelly,” Cheryl said, “Your mother just called. She wants you and Gabby to come home. Okay?”

“Sure,” Kelly said, rising to her feet. Cheryl couldn’t help but notice the girl’s erect nipples through the thin top she wore. She gave Alicia a thoughtful look.

“Well, I’ll let Gabby know,” Cheryl said, turning to leave.

“I’ll do it!” said Ali, fairly certain she knew what her little sister and Gabby were up to in the basement. She hastened out of her room and down the stairs.

Cheryl and Kelly followed a moment later. As they passed by the computer, Kelly paused to study the screen, which showed a portrait of Cheryl, Ali, and Pam, all smiling.

“I was just, um, going through my email,” Cheryl explained, checking to see if there was any lingering evidence of what she’d really been up to.

“I like to look at porn on my computer,” Kelly said. “Or sexy stories. There’s this one site, it’s called the Juicy Secrets Club. Have you ever seen it? Wow, it’s super hot!”

Cheryl could only stare at the girl in utter shock. What the…?

“Can I touch your tits, Cheryl?” Kelly asked.

Cheryl finally managed to speak, “Young lady, you shouldn’t be asking questions like that. But, um, if you really want to feel a woman’s breasts, you should talk to your mother.”

Kelly sighed. “I can’t ask her to do anything like that. She’d say no for sure.” She looked Cheryl up and down, in a way that made her interest very obvious. “I was hoping you might let me, though.”

Before Cheryl could summon up a coherent reply, Kelly extended her finger to Cheryl. “Smell this.”

Her curiosity won out. Cheryl hesitantly sniffed Kelly’s finger. She recognized the scent right away, but didn’t say so.

“Ali was pretty cool about me doing stuff to her,” Kelly continued. “She let me feel her boobies… and I got to touch her pussy, too!” She paused. “I was just about to lick her when you knocked on the door.”

Just then Gabby appeared, followed by Ali. Cheryl was searching for something to say to Kelly, drawing a complete blank.

“Thanks for letting us come over, Cheryl!” Gabby exclaimed.

“Yeah, thanks. Bye!” Kelly said with a little wave. She took Gabby’s hand, and they left together. Kelly was pleased by the puzzled looks she saw on the faces of mother and daughter.

***

 After dinner, a couple of Linda’s co-workers dropped by. It was a social call, but they also intended to discuss work-related matters.

“We need a bit of privacy, girls,” Linda told her daughters. “Could you two spend some time upstairs tonight? I’ll let you stay up an hour later tomorrow.”

“Sure, Mom. C’mon, Kel.” Gabby took her big sister’s hand and led her up the stairs. “Let’s go to my room. I’ll teach you how to play Chinese checkers.”

A moment later, Kelly sat on Gabby’s bed watching her sister get the game out and set it up on the floor. Hesitating, Gabby looked up, clearly thinking about something She got up and moved over to the door, opened it and leaned out into the hall, listening for a moment.

Satisfied by what she heard, Gabby closed the door, then turned to her sister. “Um, I know I said we’d play a game, but… can we maybe kiss some more instead?”

Kelly smiled. “Sure.” Now it begins, she thought. Stretching out on the bed, she gazed expectantly at her little sister.

Gabby crawled onto the bed, then lay down on top of Kelly, sighing blissfully as she settled into her older sibling’s arms. She gave Kelly a soft, shy kiss.

Kelly’s desire was a roaring fever that seemed on the verge of consuming her completely. She wanted to fuck her sister, to taste and touch every inch of her childish body. At the same time, she knew it wouldn’t do to come on too strong and risk frightening the little girl. Remember, she’s only nine. So she kept their kisses gentle and innocent, resisting an urge to slip a hand between Gabby’s thighs and fondle her bare vulva. Let her decide how far we go, Kelly told herself. 

It was a sound strategy, because after a minute or two of light kisses, Gabby broke away. “Can we use our tongues? The way we did it last time. Um, and I liked how you touched my bottom when we kissed, too.”

“Okay,” Kelly murmured, twining her arms round Gabby’s neck, drawing the girl’s mouth to hers. They met in a kiss that quickly grew heated. Their tongues met, mingled, then entered into a lustful dance.

Kelly was thrilled to pieces by Gabby’s eagerness, her willingness to learn and explore. She allowed her hands to glide down her sister’s back until they were cupping the child’s pert little ass through her shorts.

Gabby moaned as Kelly ran a finger through the cleft between her cheeks. “That feels sooooo good,” she whispered. “You’re the best big sister ever.”

“The best ever…?” Kelly teased, busy placing tiny kisses on Gabby’s chin, her jaw, her neck.

“Well, yeah! I mean, you’re teaching me such cool stuff.” Suddenly Gabby raised her head. “Hey, guess what I did today!”

Right then, Kelly wasn’t too keen on playing guessing games with her sister – she wanted to make out. Gotta be patient, though. “I give up. What?”

“Today, while I was down in the basement with Pam… I taught her how to kiss! Just like you did with me!”

“No kidding! Did she like it?”

“She LOVED it,” Gabby replied, looking a bit smug. “Not only that – while we kissed, we touched ourselves!” She made a face. “We didn’t get to finish, though. Ali came down to get me after Mom called, so we had to pull our pants back up really fast!”

Kelly playfully mussed her little sister’s hair. “Poor kid. You can touch yourself now, if you want.”

“Well, um… there’s something else I’d kinda like to try. Remember when me and you kissed the first time? You said that doing that would be even better if we…” She trailed off.

Kelly felt herself light up like a Roman candle inside, but kept her expression neutral. “If we what?”

“Um, you know,” Gabby mumbled, suddenly unsure of herself.

Kelly pretended to think for a moment, then replied, “You mean, if we take all our clothes off first?”

“Yeah!” the nine-year-old exclaimed. “Can we do that?”

“You really want to?” Kelly asked, still trying to seem casual.

“Yeah, please! I really do,” Gabby said, getting up on her knees.

“Okay, then,” Kelly said. Rising to her feet, she stood for a few heartbeats, gazing affectionately at her little sister. The fantasy she’d entertained ever since returning to the world was about to become real.

Gabby watched wide-eyed, heart pounding as Kelly took her socks off, then took hold of the hem of her blue t-shirt, slowly tugging it upward. As her older sister’s breasts came into view, Gabby began to remove her own clothes. First, she reached up under the long t-shirt and pulled her shorts off.

Unfastening her jeans, Kelly shoved them down to her ankles, then carefully stepped out. She picked up the jeans and folded them, well aware that her sister was watching. Now all she wore was a pair of green cotton panties.

Gabby pulled her shirt off and let it drop to the floor, all but hypnotized by the sight of Kelly slipping her panties down and off.

Now naked, Kelly turned to her sister, all smiles. Gabby clumsily pulled off one sock, then the other, finally wriggling out of her white underpants.

“Nice,” Kelly murmured, studying the nude little girl. Padding over to the bed, she lay down and sprawled out, parting her legs. Gabby shivered as she stared at Kelly’s smooth slit, now slightly open.

“You… you’re so pretty,” Gabby breathed.

“C’mon, sis,” Kelly said. “Let’s have some fun.”

Trembling with excitement, Gabby crawled back on top of Kelly, nestling in the preteen’s embrace.

“Does this feel good?” Kelly asked, rubbing noses with her sister.

“Mmmm, yeah!” Gabby said. “Um, okay, so… let’s do what we were doing when we had our clothes on!”

Without a word, Kelly kissed Gabby, pushing her tongue into the child’s mouth. Gabby gave a little squeak of surprise, but recovered quickly, meeting Kelly’s passion with her own.

They kissed for a long, beautiful while. Kelly could feel her little sister’s heart pounding against her own chest. She began to fondle Gabby’s ass, caressing the taut globes – so firm, yet so amazingly soft.

Kelly let her fingers stray into the cleft between, lightly stroking the warm pucker of her baby sister’s anus. Gabby was squirming a bit, working her smooth vulva against Kelly’s tummy.

After a minute or so of this, Gabby broke their kiss to pant, “This – oh, wow, this is s-so nice. I didn’t know it felt good to – to have someone touch your butthole.”

Placing a few tender kisses on the nine-year-old’s ear, Kelly whispered, “D’you wanna keep doing this? Or can I do something extra special… something that’ll make you come?”

Gabby thought about it for a moment, then said, “Make me come.”

Kelly rolled Gabby onto her back, then knelt beside the girl, resting a hand on her belly. “I’ve never done this before… at least, I don’t think I have. So tell me if I do anything you don’t like. Okay?”

“Okay,” Gabby said. “Um, what are you gonna do?”

Bending down, Kelly gave Gabby a brief but ardent tongue kiss. Gazing into her sister’s eyes, she said, “I’m gonna make love to you.”

Gabby’s mouth fell open. “You mean… we’re gonna have sex?”

“Well, yeah. Unless you don’t want to.”

“Are you… do you like girls, Kel?” Gabby asked. “I mean, like like them?”

“I do,” Kelly replied.

“So you’re a, a lesbian, huh?”

“I am, yeah, but… y’know something, Gab? I think you might be gay, too.”

Gabby’s eyes grew huge. “Me?” she squeaked.

“I mean, you and Pam are sort of like girlfriends, right? Just today, you taught her how to kiss, you’ve touched each other’s pussies… and it’s not as if you care that much about boys, right?”

Gabby pondered her big sister’s words. “Holy cow,” she breathed. “I… I thought me and Pam were just having fun!” She stared at Kelly. “I dunno, maybe one day I’ll want a boyfriend… but you’re right, I like girls more.” She gave her sister a bashful grin, “So – so you really want to m-make love to me…?”

“I sure do,” Kelly answered, taking Gabby into her arms.

After a moment’s thought, Gabby slowly nodded. “Then you can.” She closed her eyes, parting her lips ever so slightly.

Kelly knew what the girl wanted. She moved in to kiss her sister yet again, her tongue darting into Gabby’s mouth for an instant before she began to nuzzle her way downward, trailing kisses along the softness of the nine-year-old’s neck.

“Oh,” Gabby moaned. “Ohhh.”

Continuing her journey, Kelly reached the plain of Gabby’s chest. The girl had no breasts yet, not even the first swellings – but her nipples were pink and enticing, like strawberry candy. Kelly teased one with a flick of the tongue. Her sister gasped, then that trailed off into a whimper as Kelly took the tiny bud into the heat of her mouth and began to suck.

“So good. Oh, so nice…”

Kelly coaxed the left nipple to stiffness, then did the same to the right one. The scent of Gabby’s skin was exquisite – warm and sweet, just the way you’d expect a little girl to smell.

Hungry to explore the rest of her sister’s body, Kelly moved downward, leaving a trail of tender kisses along the way. She buried her face in the amazing softness of Gabby’s tummy, pausing to savor the moment. She’s perfect, absolutely perfect. I’m so in love with her.

But Kelly couldn’t linger. She had one tune left to whistle, one bridge to cross.

She stretched out between her sister’s thin legs, marveling at the beauty of Gabby’s slit – a gently curved cleft with a hint of rosy labia; a spring flower soon to bud. The aroma was similar to that of her own, yet enticingly different.

Kelly took a long, deep breath of it, then looked up at her sister. “Do you know what I’m gonna do now?”

“I – I think so,” Gabby said in a tiny voice.

She’d heard whispers about oral sex from her friends at school, and discussed it with Pam, both of them wondering what it was like to have your kitty licked. It seemed like a distant fantasy, something that wouldn’t happen to either of them until they were going out with boys… and that seemed like an eternity away to nine-year-old Gabby. She didn’t even like boys that much.

Now she was on the verge of experiencing that pleasure for the first time, and it wouldn’t be some smelly, bratty boy doing the licking – but her sweet, beautiful sister, who she loved more than just about anything.

Gazing steadily into Gabby’s eyes, Kelly parted her lips, extending her tongue to lightly trace the child’s opening with the tip.

“Ooooohhh!” Gabby exclaimed.

Kelly quickly raised her head. “You can’t make a lot of noise, sis. We don’t want Mom to catch us!”

Gabby hastily clamped a hand over her mouth, and a satisfied Kelly returned to her work. She took several longer, deeper licks, then paused to savor the first taste of a young girl’s pussy. It was even nicer than she’d hoped, with a sharp tang like some mysterious fruit.

Wanting more, Kelly fastened her mouth to Gabby’s vulva, pressing her tongue into the snug opening. The tart flavor was even stronger inside, and Kelly sucked at the juicy cleft while probing it.

Gabby stared sightlessly at the ceiling, lost in the most incredible feelings, so good that words could barely capture them. It’s like I’m made of light, and I’m shining. Shining! She felt warm and tingly all over.

Pausing in her licking, Kelly raised her head. “Is that okay, Gabs? Should I do anything different?”

The nine-year-old’s reply was to lie back and spread her legs further apart, then she drew her knees up to her chest, locking both arms around them. “Just like you’re d-doing now,” Gabby gasped. “It’s… oh gosh, it’s perfect, Kelly. Keep licking, please. I, I love it!”

Kelly smiled at her little sister. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy… I could look at it for hours.”

“Yeah, but don’t just look,” Gabby pleaded. “Do it to me some more!”

“I can see your sweet little butthole, too,” Kelly said. “So… you like me licking you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Gabby replied with an emphatic nod. “You – you’re not gonna stop now, are you?”

“Only if you want me to stop,” Kelly said.

Gabby giggled. “Heck, no! I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“Okay, cutie… but I have to do this first.” Crawling alongside Gabby, she bent to kiss her sister on the mouth.

Gabby hesitated, then met Kelly’s tongue with hers. The kiss tasted different this time, and she was quick to figure out why. Wow, her mouth was on my kitty, now she’s kissing me with it. I guess that’s okay, or she wouldn’t do it. Hmmm, it tastes kinda nice…

The younger girl was still holding herself open, and Kelly quickly returned to where she’d been, lying between Gabby’s legs. She claimed the warm, wet slit with a lover’s kiss, the same way she’d done with her sister’s mouth.

Settling in, Kelly took her tongue on a grand tour of Gabby’s cunt, licking up and down through the little girl’s labia until it began to drip with honey.

Kelly let the tip of her tongue linger at her sister’s tiny clit. She licked it a few times – drawing a gasp with each swipe of the tongue – then went back to tracing Gabby’s little pussy lips, coaxing out the nectar.

But there was more exploration to be done. Kelly’s next stop was the nine-year-old’s bottom. She licked up and down through the crack, then circled the rosebud with the tip of her tongue. When she heard Gabby moan, Kelly pressed her tongue against the tiny puckered hole, seeking entry.

“Oh, Kelly… I love you forever and ever,” Gabby breathed as Kelly drew back and popped a finger into her mouth. Once it was wet, she placed it against her sister’s anus, then carefully eased it into the warm snugness of her rectum.

“Ohhhhhh… oh, wow, that feels so weird,” Gabby moaned. But when Kelly paused, the younger girl quickly added, “I like it, though – d-don’t stop!”

Once her finger was buried up to the third knuckle in Gabby’s ass, Kelly returned to her little sister’s clit, taking it between her lips. The girl would soon be approaching orgasm, and Kelly was determined to make it an unforgettable experience. Hope you’re ready for this, kiddo.

She began to gently suck at the tiny nubbin, teasing it with her tongue, then started rolling her finger around inside Gabby’s bottom. Seconds later, her sister began to tremble, mumbling, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhhhhh…”

Soon, she was shaking all over, mewling wordlessly, then suddenly went rigid. A little squeak escaped her lips, an enormous shudder rocked her body, then another. Releasing her legs, the child clasped both hands over her mouth – just in time, if her muffled cries were anything to go by. Small convulsions were racing through Gabby’s thin frame as she rode the crazy merry-go-round of her climax. Kelly kept nursing the little girl’s clitoris, that finger still wriggling around in her butthole.

“Stop!” Gabby blurted, pushing Kelly’s head away from her throbbing sex. “I c-can’t anymore…”

Sitting back on her haunches, the eleven-year-old gazed down at her panting sister. She sighed, a blissful smile on her honey-coated lips. Gabby’s cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed… yet somehow, she’d never seemed lovelier.

I guess sex does that to you, she decided. Especially if it’s your first time. Kelly had to laugh when she remembered that, far as she knew, it was her first time, too.

Gabby’s eyes fluttered open. “I love you, Kelly,” the girl murmured.

Playfully tousling Gabby’s hair, Kelly said, “I love you too, little sister.”

Gabby extended her arms. “Can I have a kiss, please?”

Kelly drifted into her sister’s arms, their mouths coming together. As they shared a hungry kiss, Gabby sucked on Kelly’s tongue and licked her lips and chin, purring with pleasure all the while.

Looks like she likes the taste of pussy, Kelly thought. That’s a good sign.

***

Downstairs, Linda’s coworkers had just departed. Linda gathered up wine glasses and put them in the kitchen sink, then went upstairs to check on the girls.

She felt a twinge of concern upon realizing that Kelly’s room was empty. Moving down the hall to Gabby’s closed bedroom door, she gave a single knock. “Girls?”

When Kelly called out, “Come in,” an image suddenly flashed in Linda’s mind: her daughters, completely naked and in a sixty-nine position, eating each other’s smooth pussies.

Linda shivered as she turned the doorknob and entered. She felt both relieved and ridiculous to see Kelly and Gabby fully dressed, stretched out on the carpet across from each other, playing Chinese checkers.

“Thanks for being so good while we had company, girls,” Linda said. Glancing at her watch, she added, “You can finish this game, but then it’s time for bed. Come kiss me goodnight.”

Gabby bounced to her feet, closely followed by Kelly. They each gave their mother a hug and a peck on the cheek, then returned to the game.

Linda studied her daughters for a moment as they played. Such wonderful girls. She blew them a kiss they didn’t notice, then turned to go.

Making her way down the hall, she chided herself. You’ve really got to forget this whole silly notion of Kelly coming on to Gabby, trying to initiate her into sex. Maybe Kelly hasn’t recovered her memory, but she hasn’t been acting oddly either, not anymore. 

Then again, is it really such a big deal if the girls experiment with one another? Entering her bedroom, then closing the door, Linda began to undress. It didn’t do any harm to Jan and me. In fact, the only thing I sometimes regret is that we stopped making love. It was the right decision, though. 

So why did Jan offer to share my bed on her last visit? And, damn it, why do I keep thinking about it… and wishing I hadn’t said no?

She brushed her teeth, thought about putting on pajamas, finally deciding to sleep in the nude.

Getting to sleep was a struggle at first. She couldn’t get Jan off her mind. I’ll bet she still looks great with her clothes off. I wonder what it would be like, making love with her again?

In the end, she masturbated herself to orgasm, buoyed by memories of sex with her sister. It was lovely, at least until that image of her daughters popped up again, the one of Kelly and Gabby engaged in mutual cunnilingus. The vision came to Linda mere seconds before she came.

Afterward, she lay quietly, feeling lonely and confused. Jesus, I need to get laid.

***

Kelly peered at the alarm clock on her nightstand: 11:10. Putting her book down, she quietly slipped out of bed. She was nude.

She’d masturbated to orgasm a couple of hours ago, but after sex with Gabby, touching herself wasn’t nearly enough to give the eleven-year-old what she craved. Her body pulsed with lust.

Kelly’s first real taste of lesbian lovemaking had honed her appetite to a razor-keen edge. She longed to be fucked, to get hot and crazy with a cute girl – or a sexy woman. How can I make that happen? She gazed out the bedroom window, thinking it over, then smiled.

Making her way to the bedroom door, Kelly slipped into the darkened hallway – still naked, and on the prowl for adventure.

On to Chapter Five!

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

As Linda walked along holding her sister’s hand, she felt a warmth that was more than the pleasant summer day. Linda felt alive again with the late afternoon sun on her face. Her precious daughters were walking ahead. She could hear them chat and laugh as they held hands.

It’s so nice to spend time with family, Linda thought. Poor Walt, it’s awful that he can’t be here now. At least Kelly is still with us, even if she’s still not quite herself. She and Gabby seem closer than ever, though. That’s a good thing.

Soon they were approaching a door that read Luigi’s Italian Restaurant. Racing ahead, Gabby pushed the door open, and the others followed her inside. An elderly man in a black suit with thick white hair and a rugged yet gentle face looked up as they came in. His dark brown eyes lit up as he saw Linda.

He came over and took Linda’s hands in his, “Ah, Linda. We have missed you. Such a bad thing, what happened. Walt, he was a fine man. How are you doing, then?”

“Just… carrying on,” Linda said, giving the man a sad smile. “You know.”

Luigi nodded. “Sure, I know.” He smiled at the others, including Kelly, who showed no sign of recognition.

“Hiya, Mr Luigi!” Gabby exclaimed, giving the old Italian a wave.

He knelt before her. “Ah, Gabby, my bellissima… would you like a table or booth today?”

“Oh, please, can we have our booth?” Gabby asked.

Luigi quickly glanced at Linda, who went a bit pale but gave a slight nod.

Rising to his feet, he led the family through the restaurant. “Yes, yes, of course. I put you in your booth by the window. When people walk by, they see all the malto bella women sitting here and they will flock in.”

Pausing to pick up four menus, Luigi led the family to what had always been Linda and Walt’s booth.

Kelly peered around at the dark wood-paneled walls, which were bedecked with old photographs, then she smiled at the sight of the long red-and-white checkered tablecloths. A Chianti bottle with a candle rested in the center of the table, and Luigi lit the candle with a flourish.

Once everyone was seated, Luigi handed them each a menu. “Gina will be your waitress tonight,” he said. Reaching for a large pitcher, he carefully filled the four water glasses. Turning to a woman in her early twenties with short, dark hair and a pleasing figure, he said, “Gina, you take extra good care of my friends.” He turned to leave, then paused. “Oh, and bring an order of garlic bread for my bellissima Gabby. Yes?”

“Yes!” Gabby answered, gleefully clapping her hands.

Gina introduced herself, then listed the specials for the evening. “Can I get drinks for anyone?” she added.

“Do I know you?” Linda said. “I feel like we’ve met.”

Gina laughed. “I’m one of Luigi’s granddaughters, working off my college loan.”

“That’s it,” Linda smiled, “You’ve got your grandmother’s eyes. She was a remarkable woman.”

“She was,” Gina said. “I miss her. So, um, to drink…?”

“I’ll have a root beer, please,” Gabby said.

Kelly looked up from the menu. “Um, iced tea.”

“How’s your Merlot?” Jan asked.

“We have Stags’ Leap Merlot. It’s been getting rave reviews,” the waitress replied.

Jan turned to her sister. “Sound good to you?” Linda nodded. “We’ll have a carafe, then.”

Gina nodded. “I’ll be right back with the drinks,” then made her way toward the bar.

Kelly was looking around the room. “What’s that thing?” she asked, pointing.

Gabby chirped, “That’s a jukebox. It plays music and has sparkly lights. C’mon, I’ll show ya how it works! Mom, can I please have some quarters?”

Linda fished around in her purse until she found some quarters. She handed them to Gabby, who led Kelly over to the vintage machine.

“That’s been here forever,” Linda said as she and Jan watched Gabby and Kelly looking at the list of old 45’s that the jukebox contained.

Gina returned, a trayful of drinks in hand. “I’ll be right back with the garlic bread,” she said, setting the glasses down.

Linda and Jan clinked their glasses together. At that instant a record began to play, and they both paused, staring at each other as Frank Sinatra sang, “As Time Goes By.”

“Our song,” Linda said. “Did you tell them to play that?”

“No,” Jan said, “How could they have known?”

Linda held up her glass. “To old times, Jan.”

“To old times, sis.” Jan said, and they touched glasses again.

The girls came back to the table as the garlic bread arrived, Gina took their dinner orders, then left with a smile.

As they each helped themselves to the warm bread, Linda spoke up. “Who picked that song out?”

“I did.” Kelly answered. “I liked the name of it. Why?”

Jan said, “When we were much younger, I took your mom to see a very old movie at the local college. Casablanca. A very exciting, very romantic World War Two movie.”

“I’d never heard of it or the actors, even,” Linda said. “It was in black and white, so I didn’t want to go.”

“But by the time it ended,” Jan continued, “Your mom was crying her eyes out.”

“It was so sad and beautiful,” Linda sighed.

“Anyway, that song plays a very important part in the movie,” Jan explained to the girls.

“It’s just kind of special to us,” Linda said, quickly wiping away a tear. “Well, we’ll always have that movie. Right, Jan?”

Jan refilled the wine glasses. She picked hers up and said, “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”

Linda smiled. They clinked glasses and drank while the girls looked at them, utterly mystified.

***

When everyone was done eating, Gina returned to the table. “Good job, ladies. No boxes for leftovers, I see! So… anyone have room for dessert? Some coffee, perhaps?”

Gabby’s eyes lit up. “Dessert? Yeah!”

Jan groaned. “Kids,” Linda mumbled, rolling her eyes. “Where in God’s name do they put it?”

Clearing the dishes away, Gina laughed. “I’ll bring the menu.”

Soon, Gabby was studying the dessert menu while Linda and Jan nursed the last of their wine.

“Y’know,” Kelly said, “that woman over there looks very glamorous. Her makeup and hairdo are just right. Fancy clothes and all that. Still, she’s not nearly as pretty as Gina.” She smiled at her mother and aunt. “But Mother, Aunt Jan… you guys are truly beautiful. Your beauty shines from within.”

“Aw, Kelly,” Jan said. “That’s so sweet.”

Linda raised an eyebrow, gazing in wonder at the daughter she didn’t seem to know anymore. “Thanks, hon,” she murmured.

“Mom, I’d like the cannoli, please,” Gabby said, looking up from the list of treats.

“Ooooh… they do have a marvelous cannoli here,” Linda said. “Well, I thought I was full.”

When Gina came back, Linda ordered two cannolis to split between the four of them.

After Gina brought their desserts, Kelly was watching the cute waitress as she walked away. “She’s really cute, huh? It would sure be cool to see her naked.”

“Kelly Luna!” Linda gasped. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” Kelly asked, frowning. She turned to her little sister. “Gabby, don’t you think Gina is pretty?”

Gabby shrugged. “Um, yeah… sure she is.”

“Do you think she’d still be pretty with all her clothes off?” Linda and Jan exchanged concerned glances.

“Sure!” Gabby replied, giggling at her big sister’s naughtiness.

“Aunt Jan,” Kelly said, looking back and forth from her to Linda, “There’s nothing really bad about going naked, is there?”

Jan was getting flustered now, almost as much as her sister. “No, not really… but there’s a time and a place for everything. And, young lady, this is not the time or the place for that kind of talk,” she said in a firm tone.

“Um, Gabby, let’s play some more records. Okay?” Linda said.

By then, the restaurant had become loud and busy. “It’s getting a little late,” said Jan. “We really should go. Why don’t you two wait outside? Kelly can stay with me while I take care of the check.”

“Yes, good idea. I could use some air,” Linda said. “Come on, sweetheart.” She led a slightly confused Gabby toward the exit, pausing on the way to say goodbye to Luigi.

As they left, Gina dropped the check off while on her way to another table with a tray of drinks. As Jan looked it over, trying to decide what to say to Kelly about her behavior, she noticed the girl was squirming in her seat, slouching a bit. What’s she up to now? Jan wondered.

Glancing back at the check, Jan hastily took out her credit card and then placed it on the little tray. Returning her attention to Kelly, she was taken aback by the eleven-year-old’s knowing smile.

Kelly spoke before she could. “Y’know, thinking about seeing Gina naked sure made my panties wet.”

With that, Jan instantly realized what Kelly had been doing a moment ago when she was making those odd movements: slipping out of her panties. Oh, no. NO.

Sure enough, Kelly produced a pair of blue cotton panties from beneath the table, dangling them from her fingers. “See, Aunt Jan? Right in the front..”

Shocked, Jan snatched the panties from the girl’s hand, stuffing them in her purse. Gina approached a moment later, and Jan wondered if she – or anyone else, for that matter – had seen what Kelly did.

Gina didn’t seem to have seen anything unusual. She picked up the credit card and check and said, “Be right back.”

“Kelly, my God – I don’t know what to do with you,” a flustered Jan said.

Kelly just smiled. “What would you like to do to me, Aunt Jan?”

Jan gaped at her niece, trying to formulate some sort of reply and failing. Which, I’m sure, has nothing whatsoever to do with how fucking turned on I am right now. Jesus, she looks so much like Linda did at that age… I’ll bet she tastes every bit as sweet, too.

Just then, Gina returned with the receipt. “Thanks so much for coming,” she said. “You ladies have a lovely evening.” With a warm smile, she walked away.

Jan put down a generous tip and signed her name. As she slipped the credit card back in the wallet, then returned it to her purse, her attention was captured by the sight of those cute blue panties. I swear, I can actually smell them. 

While Jan wasn’t looking, Kelly wrote Call me, Gina! on the back of the slip, along with her phone number and name, accompanied by a little heart. She put the pen down just in time, an instant before Jan glanced up at her.

“Okay,” Jan said, “let’s go.”

She needed to have a serious chat with Kelly, that much was true… but right then, Jan was at a complete loss. In all her years of studying and practicing psychiatry, she’d never encountered anything like this.

Once outside, the four of them set off for home. It felt good to be walking off the large meal. This time, Jan and Linda walked in front with Kelly and Gabby following.

Kelly whispered to Gabby, “Watch this.” She took a couple steps ahead of Gabby, looked over her shoulder, then tugged up the back of her dress to expose her bare bottom, which she shook at her sister..

Just ahead, the adults heard Gabby gasp, “Kelly!”

Jan and Linda quickly looked back – but there was nothing to see. Gabby was giggling and her cheeks were a bit flushed, but that was all.

Kelly flashed her sister a few more times on the way home. When she did, Gabby kept quiet, not wanting to spoil this exciting new game. Once, Gabby even pulled up the back of Kelly’s dress herself, eager for another glimpse of her sister’s bare butt, and Kelly just smiled.

Gabby was having a wonderful time. She got to look at Kelly’s bottom over and over again, and the sight of it was giving her that weird thrill she liked so much. It was the same feeling Gabby got when she and Pam took off their clothes and touched between their legs while watching each other. It’s that new word I learned, Gabby thought. Masturbate. And Kelly touches herself down there too! SO cool.

***

Back home, Jan and Linda went indoors to unwind with another glass of wine. Kelly and Gabby wandered into the back yard to enjoy the twilight, serenaded by the music of chirping crickets.

“I liked that a lot, Kelly,” said Gabby.

“What?” Kelly asked. Then she grinned. “Oh… you mean seeing my bottom, huh?”

“Yeah.” Gabby said, looking around the yard. Certain that no one was watching, she said, “Do it again, okay?”

“Okay.” Kelly agreed. This time, instead of giving Gabby a quick peek, she pulled her dress up and over her head. Now she was nude except for her socks and sneakers, holding the dress in one hand and smiling at her little sister.

“Whoa!” Gabby exclaimed in a whisper as she walked around her sister, taking in every inch of her bare body. She could make everything out in the dimming light of the evening. Much as she liked looking at her big sister’s beautiful bottom, now she could see the front part too.

Gabby was having that hot crazy feeling again, stronger than ever before. Her sister was so pretty with no clothes on! Gabby liked everything she saw. Kelly’s titties were just beginning to show, and she had a girly shape around her hips and waist. Gabby was interested to see that Kelly’s kitty wasn’t very different from hers, a smooth, slightly pouting cleft. Guess she hasn’t started growing hair down there yet, she thought. Who cares, it’s nice like it is.

“This is so cool, Kelly,” Gabby gushed, “I can see your kitty!” She shook her head, awed. “I mean, wow, you’re bare naked outside and, and everything. This is so wicked!”

“You think it’s hot, huh? Me taking my clothes off outdoors?”

“Yeah.” Gabby said as she squatted down, wanting a closer look at Kelly’s private places. “But really, I’d like seeing you naked anywhere.” She felt strangely restless, unsure what to do with her hands. “Hope I get to be as beautiful as you when I get older.”

They heard Linda call out, “Girls! Come inside, now – it’s getting dark.”

Startled, Gabby jumped to her feet. Kelly pulled the dress over her head and wriggled back into it. “Don’t worry, sis.” she said. “Mom can’t see us out here.”

God, being naked is even more fun than I thought, Kelly told herself as they made their way indoors. And I love how Gabby is so much into looking at me. She liked it a lot when we kissed, too. But can I get her to do more than that?

Once inside, the girls played a board game with the adults. When the game was over Linda looked at the wall clock, then said, “Time for bed, girls.”

Saying their goodnights, Kelly and Gabby went upstairs. A few minutes later, Gabby padded down in her pajamas to give her mommy and aunt a hug and a kiss apiece before heading up to her room. Kelly didn’t come back.

“Think I’ll turn in, too,” Linda said, standing. “Let me get you some blankets.” She fetched bedding from the linen closet, then began to make up the couch.

Watching Linda, Jan felt old familiar desires stirring inside. It’s been so damned long, she thought. And I’m just tipsy enough to do something about it.

Rising to her feet, she moved over to where her sister was working and touched her shoulder. “I could just share your bed.”

Linda paused in mid-motion. She thought for a moment, then shook her head. “You put an end to that a long time ago.” Placing a pillow by the armrest, she turned to Jan, kissed her cheek and murmured, “Goodnight,” before making a quiet exit.

Jan watched her sister go. Yes, I did end it. But I had to.

Upstairs, Linda decided to check in on her daughters before turning in. After knocking on Kelly’s door, she heard her oldest daughter say, “Come in.”

As Linda turned the knob, she suddenly recalled how she’d walked in on Kelly when the girl was masturbating – but it was too late, the door was opening. A wash of relief passed through Linda to see that Kelly was only reading a book. She had the covers pulled up, but Linda noticed her daughter’s shoulders were bare. Is she wearing anything under those blankets? she wondered.

“Don’t stay up too late,” Linda said as she bent to kiss the top of Kelly’s head.

“Goodnight, Mother,” Kelly said, giving Linda a warm smile.

Smiling back, Linda closed the door gently as she stepped into the hall, making her way to Gabby’s room.

***

Downstairs Jan turned out the lights, then undressed completely, spreading her top out on the sofa to sit on.  She reached for her purse, opening it to take out Kelly’s panties.

Clutching them to her face, Jan breathed in their scent as she began to masturbate. Soon she was very wet and used Kelly’s panties to keep her pussy honey from getting on the sheets.

That little vixen Kelly… she’s practically daring me to fuck her, Jan thought. And I want to, damn it. God, she turns me on. And Linda. I’d give anything for us to be lovers again. 

She fingered herself harder, deeper. What a situation. I’m hot for my niece and my sister at the same time! And Gabby is so fucking adorable – no, DON’T go there. Think about Linda. How it used to be. How it could be again.

What if Linda let me share her bed after all, then Kelly came into her mom’s room and caught us together? Would she run away… or would she get naked and climb into bed with us? Oh God, that’s so fucking wild…

Jan jerked violently as a frenzied climax washed over her.

***

Gabby was restless, unable to fall asleep. Too much for her to think about. It was so nice, seeing Kelly with no clothes on. She gently toyed with the special, secret place between her legs.

But it wasn’t enough. Gabby needed the harder touches, the kind she liked to do when her friend Pam was watching. Pushing the covers to one side, she pulled her pajama bottoms down and off, followed by her underpants. Gabby turned onto her tummy and began to grind against her hand.

I wanna kiss Kelly again, that was the greatest! Wonder if she really meant it when she talked about us kissing when we’re both naked? She must have, or she wouldn’t of got undressed for me tonight. Bet she’d do it for me again if I asked. 

Those good feelings were growing, getting stronger.

***

Gabby’s door was slightly ajar, as it always was. She didn’t like it to be closed all the way. Linda was just about to enter, but froze when she heard the bed creaking slightly.

 

Hesitantly drawing closer, Linda peeked through the gap, stunned by what she saw. The bluebird-shaped night light was enough to reveal Gabby’s bare bottom, slowly moving up and down. It took Linda a moment to grasp the significance of what she saw.

She’s masturbating, Linda realized. She was rooted to the spot, unable to turn away. I wonder when she started doing that?

I shouldn’t watch. Gabby deserves her privacy. But it’s such a lovely sight, my baby girl learning about her body.

Gabby’s buttocks suddenly began to tighten and relax over and over. She’s coming, Linda told herself.

The child’s movements grew slower until she lay motionless. After a moment, Gabby pulled the covers over her bare lower half, settling in with a contented sigh.

Her mind in a whirl, Linda crept to her own room and shut the door. Quickly stripping, she stretched out  on top of her bed, not bothering to get under the covers. She began to touch herself, letting her hands roam everywhere within reach. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I haven’t masturbated since Walt died.

Linda slipped a hand between her legs, startled by the wetness she found. What’s wrong with me? I’ve seen both my daughters masturbate… and it turned me on! Then there’s Jan – did she really ask to have sex with me again, after all these years? I was tempted, too. If she’d kissed my neck or touched my ass, I might’ve let her have what she wanted.

This is crazy, Linda mused. Somehow, everything in my life is conspiring to make me think about sex!

As Linda masturbated, images of Kelly and Gabby touching themselves preyed on her, made her uneasy. But it wasn’t enough to make her stop. Unwanted thoughts elbowed their way into her consciousness, thoughts she couldn’t wish away.

From out of nowhere, a new vision emerged: she was still masturbating, but now Kelly and Gabby were watching, both of them nude. They were fascinated, eagerly watching, wanting to see Mommy make herself feel good.

Linda came hard, her breath hissing through clenched teeth. But each pulse of pleasure crashed against the icy, forbidding wall of her conscience.

She sobbed helplessly in the aftermath of her orgasm, feeling shame and disgust with herself. The sheets were now wet with her fluids, the pillow damp with tears.

***

In her room Kelly sat upright, eyes closed, hands resting on her thighs. The very air seemed to hum with sexuality. She drank it in, let it warm her. They’re all getting themselves off… and I’m making it happen. 

Those lovely sensations were building inside, taking Kelly where she wanted to go. She didn’t even have to touch herself. Closer… closer… there it is.

The girl’s mouth tightened as she came. She rode her orgasm to its peak, then slowly relaxed as ecstasy faded into a blissful glow.

Kelly’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. It won’t be long now. I can almost feel it. I’ll have Gabby first. Then Aunt Jan. And once the three of us are together, turning Mom should be easy. We’ll all be lovers. 

With a satisfied yawn, she slipped beneath the blanket and settled in, falling asleep almost immediately.

On to Chapter Four!

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

Linda did her best to make everything seem normal in her home after Kelly’s return from the hospital. But that was the very problem – nothing was normal, not anymore. Her oldest daughter had no real idea who she was. Kelly had no memories of her late father or the family dog, both killed in the same lightning storm that had stolen her past. She couldn’t remember her mother Linda or her little sister Gabby, even though she was home and living with them again. For the eleven-year-old, life had begun when she awakened in a hospital bed.

Kelly often found herself wondering about her previous life. What she felt like now seemed right to her somehow, though she sensed that her other self had been very different. The world was a mystery to the girl, one she hoped to solve, given time.

On Saturday after lunch, Linda had news to impart. “Aunt Jan is coming over today, girls,” she said with a smile for her daughters.

“Aw, cool!” Gabby exclaimed. Turning to Kelly, she said, “You’ll like Aunt Jan, Kelly… she’s the best!”

“I need some time to straighten up before Jan gets here,” said Linda. “Gabby, how about taking Kelly over to Cheryl’s to…” She paused, searching for the right word, then shrugged and said, “Well, to meet them, I guess. Kelly, I’m hoping that if you spend time with people you knew before, it just might help you to remember again. Okay, honey?”

Kelly said, “Yes, Mother, I understand.”

Jumping up, Gabby seized her big sister’s hand. “C’mon, Kelly! It’s nice out. We’ll walk over to Cheryl’s, and we can see if you know them or not.”

Kelly couldn’t resist the little girl’s enthusiasm. Off they went, little Gabby whistling a happy tune as she marched toward the front door. She was wearing faded denim shorts that fit well last summer, but were now a bit too snug. Kelly’s eyes were drawn to the nine-year-old’s cute butt as she followed.

Linda couldn’t help but notice that, once again, Kelly was checking out her younger sister. She sighed deeply, shaking her head when the door closed.

Gabby was chatting away about anything and everything as they made their way to Cheryl’s house. Kelly listened closely, studying the surroundings in this older but well-kept neighborhood.

When they arrived, Kelly realized that Cheryl’s home was directly behind theirs, though Gabby had insisted on going the long way around, reveling in her new role as tour guide. Backyard neighbors, Kelly told herself as they marched up the front steps.

Gabby knocked excitedly on the door, and an attractive red-headed woman opened the door, a big smile on her face. “Hi, Gabby!” she said, giving the child a quick hug, then turned to Kelly. “I’m Cheryl. I don’t suppose you’ll remember me, but that’s okay. You’re always welcome here.” She stepped to one side before Kelly could reply, beckoning them indoors. “Come in, come in!”

The girls entered. “Is Pam downstairs?” Gabby asked.

“She is… and waiting for you, I’m sure,” Cheryl replied, patting the girl’s shoulder. “Go right down. We’ll have cookies later.”

“Okay!” With that, Gabby whisked Kelly away, leading her down a flight of stairs to a basement playroom. There, they found nine-year-old Pam, Gabby’s best friend.

Introductions were made, then Pam said, “Wanna play Barbies?”

“Um…. maybe?” Gabby replied. She liked the idea, but didn’t know how her big sister felt about playing with dolls.

“You guys go ahead,” Kelly said. “I’d rather watch.”

Gabby seemed uncertain. “Are you sure?”

“Totally sure.” Kelly seated herself on a nearby sofa.

Soon the younger girls were engrossed in their game. Kelly watched with interest, occasionally joining in the conversation. She noticed that Pam and Gabby frequently changed the clothes on the Barbie dolls.

As they chatted, Kelly learned that Pam’s mother Cheryl was forty and had been divorced for nearly ten years. She also found out that Cheryl had a second daughter, sixteen-year-old Alicia. Just from listening, Kelly found out that Ali, as Alicia liked to be called, had her own room and bath.

Kelly paid close attention to Pam while the girls played, noting that she bore a distinct resemblance to Cheryl. Both were ginger and fair-skinned, with a smattering of freckles. They both have really nice butts, she thought. I’d love to see them naked.

She’d been having similar thoughts about Gabby. Her mother too, for that matter. There were lots of photos of women without clothes on the internet – even some of young girls – and Kelly enjoyed looking at them. But these seemed less and less satisfying of late. The women and girls in her everyday life, that was what Kelly really wanted to see – completely bare, letting her look at everything they had. She kept trying to picture Gabby and Pam in the nude.

After an hour or so, Gabby said, “Hey, I bet Aunt Jan’s here by now!” Getting up, she smiled at her friend. “Sorry, Pammy, but we gotta get back home.”

Kelly rose, too. “It was nice to meet you, Pam.” Taking the girl’s hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze. “I liked hanging out with you. Let’s do it again soon, okay?”

Something about the look Kelly gave Pam made the younger girl blush. “Um, sure!” she replied.

The sisters made their way back upstairs, With a brief goodbye and thanks to their hostess, Gabby her big sister out the back door, crossing through both yards to reach their home.

Bursting through the door, Gabby bounded into the kitchen, yelling “We’re hooooome!” then raced into Jan’s arms before her aunt could get to her feet. They shared a warm embrace, Jan enfolding the nine-year-old in her arms.

Yeah, I remember her from Mother’s photo album, Kelly told herself. What was it she told me about Aunt Jan? In her late thirties, a psychiatrist, never got married. Holy smokes, she’s even sexier than her picture.

While Jan spun a squealing Gabby around, still hugging her, Kelly compared the two sisters. Jan was nearly a head taller than Linda. Her body was tight and trim, as if she worked out regularly. Linda had a nice figure too, but softer, more delicate. Then there was little Gabby – so young and energetic. Kelly couldn’t decide which one turned her on more.

All three of them, Kelly decided.

These thoughts were interrupted by Jan carefully setting Gabby down. “Oh, my… you’re really growing up, Gabby. You’ll be spinning me around the room in a year or two!”

Then Jan turned to Kelly, their eyes meeting. “How about a hug for your aunt?” the woman murmured, extending her arms.

Linda gave her sister a surprised glance. She figured Jan would get a handshake at best. So she was flat-out astonished to see Kelly walk over and wrap both arms around Jan’s midsection, hugging her close.

Then Linda’s surprise turned to concern when she noticed her daughter’s hands lingering at the top of Jan’s shapely ass. At the same time, Kelly was resting her cheek against Jan’s soft bosom.

The girl’s expression was one of perfect innocence. Too innocent, Linda told herself.

Kelly seemed to hold the hug just a moment too long. Her eyes met Jan’s as she finally backed away, and she gave her aunt a look that shook the woman to the core. It was a deep, hungry gaze, the kind Jan knew from the lesbian bars she frequented. It caught her completely off guard.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aunt Jan,” Kelly said warmly. “Sorry I can’t remember you from before, but I hope we can really get to know each other now.”

Trying to conceal the shock she felt, Linda spoke up. “Jan wants to take us out to dinner. So in about an hour or so, I’d like you girls to go get cleaned up… and put on something nice, please.”

“Come on, Gabby,” Kelly said, turning to her little sister. Placing both hands on the girl’s shoulders, she steered Gabby out of the room, heading for the stairs.

Jan and Linda could hear Kelly say, “We’ve got lots of time to find something to wear. Tell you what – you pick something out for me, Gabby, and you can watch me try it on.”

Linda’s eyes widened in alarm. “Gabby!” she called out.

The nine-year-old’s head appeared in the doorway. “What’s up, Mom?”

“I… I need you to see to the vegetable garden. It’s your turn this week.”

“Aw, Mom… can’t I do it later? Me and Kelly were gonna pick out clothes for tonight.” Gabby pouted. Now Kelly could be seen, standing close behind her.

Linda gave her youngest daughter a stern look, and a sulking Gabby trudged over to the back door and went outside.

“How about hanging out with us for a while, Kelly?” Jan asked.

“I need to go up to my room for a few minutes, Aunt Jan,” Kelly said, hooking a thumb into the waistband of her shorts. “I won’t be very long. Then we can have a nice chat.” With a wink, she disappeared. The sound of her feet could be heard as she climbed the stairs.

Turning to Jan, Linda said, “Okay, that’s what I was telling you about. So… is it me? Am I crazy? Or is Kelly behaving like… like a horny high schooler?”

“Has she shown any interest in boys since this began?”

Linda shook her head. “No. Just girls… and women… and her nine-year-old sister, for God’s sake! She’s even been flirting with me, I swear. And you – I saw the way she looked at you just a minute ago!” She gestured helplessly. “You’re a psychiatrist, Jan. Tell me, what’s your take on all this?”

“Well… first, I need to know what you think, Linda.”

“Damned if I know what to think! You haven’t even heard the worst of it. I knocked on Kelly’s door yesterday afternoon. She told me to come in. When I did, there she was on the bed, completely nude, knees pulled up to her chest and masturbating. I left right away, but that image was burned into my mind.”

Jan tried to take that in stride – though all the while she was thinking, I can’t think of anything I’d rather have burned into my mind.

Linda continued. “Later I asked Kelly, why on earth did you invite me into your room while you were doing that? She told me that she didn’t care if I watched her – that she liked being watched. Keep in mind, this is the same girl who got horribly embarrassed when her skirt blew up at the beach last summer and we saw her panties for a few seconds.” She sighed heavily. “I’m at my wit’s end, Jan.”

“Tell you what… let me have a little chat with her.” Jan said, rising to her feet.

“If you think it will help,” Linda replied. “Thanks, big sister.”

“Hey – that’s what family is all about.” Jan turned and headed up the stairs to her niece’s room, nearly trembling with excitement.

She’d been grappling with sexual fantasies of her nieces for several years now, ever since seeing the girls sprawled out in front of the TV in nothing but panties. Jan kept stealing glances at their bare chests, their pert little bottoms.

Later that evening she fingered herself to a massive orgasm, caught up in a vision of licking Gabby’s bare slit while Kelly went down on her. Ever since then, Linda’s daughters had starred in more than a few of Jan’s wildest fantasies.

And now she’s flirting with me, for fuck’s sake! It took a lot to unnerve Jan, but Kelly’s behavior had thrown her off in a major way. Linda’s right, she told herself, drawing closer to Kelly’s room. Something’s definitely wrong with the girl… but what? I’ve never seen a case like this.

Bracing herself with a deep, calming breath, Jan knocked on the door. She heard her niece say, “Come in.”

Jan opened the door and froze. Oh, my God. I don’t believe this.

Kelly knelt on the floor. She was completely nude, holding a hand mirror between her spread legs and studying her bare slit in the glass. Without looking up, she said, “I still have my hymen, Aunt Jan.”

Still frozen in the doorway, Jan could only stare as Kelly continued. “Would you break my hymen for me? I don’t mean right now, but someday.”

From the moment Kelly laid eyes on her aunt, she recognized her to be gay. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but there was no doubt in her mind that Jan liked women. Maybe girls, too? Kelly wondered.

Jan felt faint as she closed the door and slumped back against it. Staring at her naked niece, she tried to remain calm.

“Kelly… why on earth would you want me to take your virginity? Shouldn’t you ask someone you really like to do that for you…?” Her voice trailed off as she found herself ensnared by the girl’s hazel eyes.

Kelly was smiling. “I really like you, Aunt Jan. I’m sure I loved you, before I forgot everything. I trust you, too. And you’re beautiful.” Rising to her feet, she stood before the woman, her body on open display. “It would make me really happy if you’d be my first.”

Her head swimming, Jan struggled to keep some semblance of control. “That’s a… it’s a very big thing you’re asking me to do, sweetheart. I – I’ll have to think about it, okay?”

Why are you telling her that? she admonished herself. Say no, you can’t do this – then get the hell out!

Instead, Jan took a hesitant step into the room, drawing closer to her niece. God, she’s beautiful. Even more than I imagined. “Have you, um, put your finger inside yet?” she asked.

“Only a little bit. It kinda hurts if I do more than that,” Kelly answered, looking up at her aunt, still smiling. “That’s why I was hoping you would help me. You’d be nice and gentle, I bet.”

“I…” Jan was at a complete loss.

Taking a step toward the older woman Kelly asked, “Do you like seeing me naked, Aunt Jan?”

Jan couldn’t help but look the child up and down, thrilled in spite of herself by Kelly’s bout of exhibitionism. Her heart was still pounding, though, and it took everything she had to maintain a calm demeanor. “I’m not shocked, or bothered,” Jan murmured. “You are lovely, I will say that. Do you like being nude in front of others?”

“Long as it isn’t boys looking at me… or men,” Kelly replied with a shrug. “I don’t want them seeing me with my clothes off. I’m a lesbian. Like you, Aunt Jan.”

Startled, Jan blurted “How did you know that?” She’d never hidden her sexuality, but never advertised it, either. “Did your mom tell you I was gay?”

Kelly shook her head, still wearing that mysterious smile. “I just knew.”

“What about you, then? Have you… done anything with anyone?”

“Not yet,” Kelly admitted. “I looked around the internet… y’know, checking out different kinds of porn. Most of it was pretty boring. I couldn’t find what I really wanted to see.” She seated herself on the edge of the bed, her legs carelessly spread apart.

“What was that?” Jan asked, trying not to stare at Kelly’s smooth slit.

Still holding her aunt with a steady gaze, Kelly said, “I wanted to see women having sex with girls who are around my age. Especially moms doing it with their daughters.” She shrugged. “Oh sure, I found stuff that pretended to be like that. But it was all grownups. I couldn’t find any lesbians who were young, like me.”

Good grief! Jan thought, suddenly feeling dizzy. How could her tastes be so similar to mine? All those bootlegged DVD’s of women fucking little girls, so carefully hidden in my basement… they could’ve been made especially for her!

“It’s just as well you didn’t find anything like that, sweetheart,” she said. “That sort of porn is illegal to make, watch, or own.”

“That’s okay, ‘cause I found something else I liked,” Kelly cooed as she lay back on the bed, her legs still wide apart. “It’s this website full of stories. Nice hot stories about girls and moms and sisters, doing sex stuff with each other.” She began to lightly run a finger up and down the rosy cleft of her cunt. “Aunt Jan? Does it look like I’m touching myself the right way? I’m still learning how.”

Jan watched her niece Kelly masturbate for a moment. “There’s no right or wrong way,” she finally said. “One thing: you should concentrate more on your clit. Do you know where that is?”

“Sure do.” Kelly replied with a giggle. “I found that on the internet, too!” Spreading her labia open, the nude eleven-year-old teased her tiny clitoris, sighing with pleasure.

Jan was teetering on the brink of giving in to her hidden desire – climbing on the bed, burying her face between Kelly’s thighs and drinking from that pretty pink slit. She imagined tasting it, the tangy flavor of a little girl strong and sharp on her tongue.

No, I can’t. I can’t do this! Jan thought, now desperate to escape.

“Um, well, I’ll g-give you some privacy,” she stammered, doing her best to make a dignified exit, closing the door behind her, feeling her face grow hot when she heard Kelly giggle on the other side. God, this girl has me tied in knots.

Detouring into Linda’s bathroom, Jan splashed cold water on her face until her heart had slowed to its normal rhythm. Once she’d calmed herself, Jan descended the stairs to rejoin Linda in the family room.

“You’re right, little sister,” she began, “Kelly is thinking quite a lot about sex. Oh, and by the way, don’t refer to yourself as ‘crazy’ again, okay? We don’t use that word anymore.”

“Sure, sure,” Linda replied. “So… what did you two talk about?”

Jan studied her sister’s reaction as she shared a carefully parsed version of what Kelly had said and done in her bedroom a few minutes earlier. She didn’t mention the girl’s obsession with incest, but told her sister that Kelly had admitted to being gay, and how she’d touched herself while Jan was watching.

She was reassured to see that Linda wasn’t extremely upset, just concerned. And there was something else in her response that Jan couldn’t quite put a finger on, something that had her thinking, Is it my imagination, or is my sister a little turned on?

As they conversed, Gabby came in from weeding and watering the small vegetable garden. She went into the kitchen and washed her hands in the sink. Linda and Jan continued their discussion in a lower tone of voice, assuming that Gabby couldn’t hear them.

They ended the conversation a moment later as Gabby emerged from the kitchen. “Can I please go pick out my clothes now?” she beseeched.

“Sure, hon. And thanks for taking good care of the garden.”

“No problem!” the cute nine-year-old chirped, her perky self once more. She raced up the stairs.

Jan turned to her sister. “Linda, could I use your computer?”

“If you like,” Linda said, “But why use my old relic instead of that snazzy tablet you’ve got?”

“Oh,” Jan improvised, “It keeps crashing on me. Don’t know why I even brought the damn thing with me. Force of habit, I guess.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Linda said.

Jan made her way to Linda’s study, where she booted up the old tower. She searched the browser history, fairly certain that her sister never bothered to clear it.

After a couple of minutes, Jan’s suspicions were confirmed. Starting a couple of weeks after Walt’s death, Linda had been visiting erotic websites on a fairly regular basis. And while some of the porn she’d been consuming was heterosexual in nature, the vast majority of photos and film clips featured women loving women.

“In-ter-es-ting,” Jan muttered as she negotiated her way through the sites Linda liked to visit, nodding approvingly at her sister’s taste in women.

Linda told me more than once that she couldn’t imagine loving any man but Walt. Who knows? Maybe she meant that literally. 

Jan idly drummed her fingers on the desk as she pondered her sister’s situation… and what it might mean for them both. Does Linda even think about me that way any more? Does she miss what we used to have? 

She felt a steady throb between her thighs at the very idea of becoming her sister’s lover again.

***

“Come in.” Kelly said in response to the knock at her door.

Gabby entered to find Kelly wearing a cornflower blue sundress that came down past her knees. She had no idea that all Kelly wore underneath were sky-blue cotton panties.

“Huh,” Gabby said. “That’s just what I was gonna pick out for you to wear.”

Sitting down at the end of her bed, Kelly patted the spot next to her. Gabby sat down next to her big sister, giving her a big smile. “What’s up, Kel?”

“There’s something I’ve been wondering about, Gab,” Kelly said, taking the younger girl’s hand. “Um… was I a good sister to you? Y’know, before I lost my memory. Hope I wasn’t ever mean or anything.”

“No, you weren’t much different than you are now,” Gabby said. “You’re not as bossy, I guess. I think you’re more fun now, too.” Gabby looked down at her sister’s hand, resting on hers. “And this is nice. You wouldn’t of held my hand and just, y’know, talked with me like this before.”

That made Kelly smile, and she gave Gabby a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“There’s something else I was wondering. Did we ever get naked together or anything like that?”

Gabby giggled, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “There was this one time when you’d just got out of the shower and only had on a towel. And when I yanked it off you, you had a fit. That’s all I can remember.” She concentrated for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think we’ve seen each other with no clothes on since we were real little, taking our baths together.”

“When would that have been?” Kelly wondered.

Gabby shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe when I was four or five.” Looking down at her hands, she added, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked now. You’re so pretty!”

Kelly gave her sister’s hand a light squeeze. “Hey, when you were downstairs before, did you hear Mom and Aunt Jan talking about me?”

“Yeah,” Gabby answered. “They were being pretty quiet, too. Bet I wasn’t supposed to hear, but I kinda did anyhow…”

“Hmm. What did they say?”

The nine-year-old scrunched up her face and thought for a moment. “They said you, um, master rate a lot? Something like that.”

“Master rate?” Kelly repeated with a grin. “I think they said masturbate, Gabby.”

“Yeah,” Gabby said brightly. “That’s the word. What’s it mean, Kelly?”

“You know,” Kelly said, “Playing with yourself.”

This time, Gabby’s face turned bright pink. Looking away again, she gave an embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, I know what that means.” She glanced up at her older sister. “Uh… do you do it a lot, Kel?”

“Yep,” Kelly said. “Do you? Are you sure you know what it means?”

“I do!” Gabby protested. “It means to touch between your legs. Um, right?”

“Right.” Kelly replied. “You ever try it?”

“Um, yeah… I just started a couple weeks ago.”

“Tell me more,” Kelly said.

“Well… my friend was talking about it, and she showed me how, and we do it together now,” Gabby said.

“Your friend? You mean Pam?” Kelly asked.

Looking a bit worried, Gabby was quiet for a moment before finally saying, “Yeah, but it’s a secret. You won’t tell on us, will you?”

“Of course I won’t, silly,” said Kelly. “Sisters gotta look out for sisters. So, um… do you guys ever kiss?”

“Yuck! No way,” Gabby said, making a face. “We just watch each other.” With a nervous laugh, she leaned in and whispered, “Sometimes I touch her down there… and she touches me!”

“Well, that’s cool.” Kelly smiled. “But listen – kissing’s really nice too.”

“On the mouth? That’s gross,” the younger girl insisted, giving her head a defiant shake.

“How can you say that if you’ve never even done it?” Kelly asked. “You haven’t, huh?”

“Well, no.”

“How ‘bout this… let me kiss you. Just to show you what it’s like.”

“But – but you’re my sister! And a girl!”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Girls can kiss other girls, doofus. And so what if I’m your sister? Aren’t I s’posed to teach you grownup stuff?”

Gabby thought for a moment before shrugging. “Okay, I guess. But you gotta stop if I say stop!”

“Bet you won’t say it,” Kelly murmured, already drawing closer. She gently pressed her mouth to Gabby’s lips, allowing it to linger, then gave her a few more kisses, letting the love she felt for the girl flow into each one.

Kelly began to wander, kissing the corner of Gabby’s mouth, the lower lip, the chin. She could actually feel her sister’s resistance melting away.

Finally breaking away, Kelly carefully studied the younger girl’s face, pleased and thrilled to note that Gabby’s cheeks were flushed, her breath shaky.

When she realized that no more kisses were forthcoming, Gabby opened her eyes. “Um… are we done,  then?”

“That depends. Did you like it?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah, I did! You’re right, it wasn’t gross at all.” Gabby hesitated, then, suddenly shy, asked, “Could I have one more? Please?”

“I’ll give you all the kisses you want, sis.” Scooting backwards, Kelly stretched out on the bed, then reached out to her sister with both arms. “Lie on top of me.”

“Er, okay.” Gabby looked somewhat confused, but did as she was told.

Resting a hand just above her sister’s bottom, Kelly cupped the back of Gabby’s head as she moved in for a kiss… then another. These were soft and tender like before, but Kelly was impatient to go further. Extending her tongue, she traced a line along the child’s lower lip.

Gabby gave a little astonished gasp – and that was when Kelly went for broke, her tongue darting into the nine-year-old’s mouth.

Startled, Gabby nearly jerked away – but Kelly held her tightly, long enough for the younger girl to adjust to this new kind of kissing. A moment later, Gabby relaxed in her big sister’s embrace, a blissful moan escaping her throat.

A raw, heated rush of excitement surged through Kelly when Gabby began to respond, her tongue shyly emerging to play. She was hesitant at first, but soon the two sisters were kissing like lovers.

Eager to take things even further, Kelly allowed her hand to slide down until she was fondling Gabby’s tight little ass – cupping the tender cheeks, playfully squeezing them, trailing her fingertips through the cleft of the child’s buttocks.

She ached to reach lower still and touch her baby sister’s pussy, feel the warmth of it through those tight shorts Gabby wore, but thought better of it. Shouldn’t go that far just yet, she decided.

The girls were so caught up in their kissing that it came as a shock when Linda called them from the foot of the stairs. “Kelly? Gabby? Hurry up, you two – it’s nearly time to go!”

Gabby scrambled to her feet in an instant, then paused, as if deciding what she was supposed to do next, then gave a shaky laugh. “That scared me,” she said, placing a hand on her chest.

“So, little sister…  do you like kissing?” Kelly asked.

“Totally! Can we do it again some time?” Gabby replied with a hopeful smile.

Kelly laughed. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Of course we can. Whenever you like.”

“Can we kiss like we did just now?” Gabby asked shyly, “With me laying on you, and using our tongues and stuff. And – and you touching my bottom?”

“I’d love to.”

The child gleefully clapped her hands. “Thanks, Kelly. Wow, that was the best!”

Gazing into her little sister’s eyes, Kelly said. “Imagine this, then. You and me kissing like that, only both of us are bare naked.”

Gabby’s mouth went slack, and she stared at Kelly. For a moment she seemed about to reply, then finally mumbled, “I better go get dressed,” and hastened off to her own room.

Kelly watched her sibling move down the hall, satisfied with her accomplishment. Good job, she told herself. She’ll be thinking about that for days. And then there’s Aunt Jan. Sure, she was trying to play it cool, but I know she liked what she saw when I was naked.

Pausing at the mirror to brush her hair, Kelly made her way downstairs and sat in the overstuffed armchair. Her mother and Aunt Jan were relaxing on the couch with cups of coffee.

Kelly felt certain that they’d been talking about her. I wonder how much Aunt Jan told Mom about our little chat. Picking up a magazine, she idly thumbed through it, occasionally glancing up at the two women, always smiling when one of them looked over at her. Jan seemed especially restless, unable to keep her legs still. Bet that’s ‘cause of me, Kelly thought.

The tension was broken by Gabby thundering down the stairs and shouting, “I’m rea-dy!” She had chosen a yellow sundress very similar to the one Kelly wore. “Come on, let’s go. I’m starving.”

Wow, she looks good in that, Kelly told herself as everyone got up to leave. And she isn’t even trying to be sexy, she just is.

The restaurant was fairly close by, so they didn’t bother taking the car. As they walked in that direction, Gabby began to run ahead of them. Kelly soon caught up to her, laughing, “Hey, slow down, Turbo Girl!” she said. “The grownups can’t keep up.”

Gabby was beaming, in a giddy mood. “Thanks for being so nice to me, Kel. You’re the best big sister in the whole world.”

Without a word, Kelly took Gabby’s hand, and they walked on together.

A few yards back, Linda and Jan looked at each other, exchanging smiles at the sight of the two girls. Somehow they found themselves holding hands, too.

On to Chapter Three!

Introduction by JetBoy: This is the first installment of a short novel that’s been in the works for nearly two years, finally completed a few weeks ago. My long-distance friend Purple Les (who created the pair of Tequila Kid sagas that I had the great fortune to edit for this site) sent me the first few chapters, asking if I thought they were any good. (She’s a modest one, our Les.) I told her YES, it was excellent; please finish it. She did, and I got down to editing.

As sometimes happens, I had quite a few suggestions and ideas to contribute to the story… most of which Les was happy to accept. Eventually, Les generously offered to share the writing credit with me. That said, I insisted that she be the deciding vote if we disagreed on anything. Almost never happened, though. 

Editing “Stranger in the Family” was a delightful experience. Working on it became one of my favorite ways to unwind after a hard day on the sales floor. 

Rest assured, this story is CRAMMED with sex, but it takes a couple of chapters to get seriously hot. Your patience will be amply rewarded, I promise.

Les, as always, was an ideal partner, one I am VERY eager to work with again, anytime she likes. Thanks for everything, my friend. 

Okay, I’ll shut up and let you readers get to it. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to leave a comment! 

***

 

Dedicated with love to the memory of Cheryl Taggart

***

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

It was the worst moment of Linda’s life.

April Fourth. A warm day, more than usual for that time of year in New England. Eight in the morning, and already 29 degrees Celsius. It was obvious that a storm was brewing. The sky had darkened, enough so that Linda had switched on some of the lights in the house.

Linda’s nine-year-old daughter Gabby was up in her room. Linda’s husband Walt and their daughter Kelly, who had recently turned eleven, were off on a walk around the neighborhood with Toby, the family dog.

A crack of thunder boomed, then slowly unrolled through the sky. Linda glanced nervously through the living room window. What’s taking them so long? she wondered.

For the umpteenth time, Linda opened the front door, looking down the street for the rest of her family. To her relief, she spied Walt and Kelly coming down the sidewalk, Toby scooting merrily ahead on his leash. Thank goodness, Linda thought, and waved as they approached.

“Let’s hurry, Daddy!” Linda heard Kelly exclaim. “When thunder roars, head indoors.”

Linda couldn’t help but smile. Kelly was always the practical one, at times almost a second mommy to her younger sister.

Holding the front door wide open, Linda shouted, “Come on in, you two! It’s going to pour any second.” She watched them hurrying up the front walk, Toby leading the way.

A bolt of lightning ripped the sky apart, in a flash so bright that the world looked like a photo negative for a second. The windows of the house rattled, almost loudly enough to drown out Linda’s scream of horror.

The rest was a blur. Linda running down the walk, crying, “No, no, no, no, NO!” Little Toby’s fur, burnt and smoking. Walt’s body twisted into an impossible position on the sidewalk. Kelly stretched out on the lawn, her clothing in tatters. The neighbors rushing out to witness the horrific scene. The sirens. The ambulances, their red lights strobing. The paramedics, one of whom was a tall black man who Linda heard reporting, “The man’s dead. The little girl’s still breathing, though.”

***

Seated at the kitchen table two months later, Linda thought back on all that had happened since that grim day. Her oldest daughter Kelly hospitalized, still in a coma after all these weeks. Walt’s funeral. The endless grief – not just hers, but that of her youngest, nine-year-old Gabby, who still cried herself to sleep most nights, sometimes even wetting the bed.

Thankfully, Linda’s older sister Jan had insisted on coming to stay with them, doing whatever she could to ease her sibling’s burden, including seeing to the funeral arrangements. Many of the neighbors had lent a hand as well – especially Cheryl Benton, a good friend who lived next door. She’d brought over hot meals for the first week or so, and looked after Gabby when Linda was too overwhelmed by grief to cope.

Jan stayed as long as she could, but was obligated to return to her psychiatric practice after two weeks. It was a tearful parting, though she promised to return as often as possible.

Linda’s new routine was a difficult one. Up at five-thirty in the morning, unable to do much of anything until she had that first cup of coffee, then an hour or so on her own to think about the day ahead. Around seven, it was time to get Gabby up and ready for school. Linda didn’t bother making breakfast for herself, just finished up whatever her little girl hadn’t eaten. It wasn’t as if she had much of an appetite, anyhow. Linda made sure Gabby showered and brushed her teeth, then picked out clothes for her daughter to wear.

After gathering up the nine-year-old’s school books and supplies to stuff into her backpack, Linda walked Gabby over to Cheryl’s house. Since she also had two daughters, Cheryl and Linda would take the four girls to school on alternating days. But after Walt’s death, Cheryl insisted on doing the driving herself for a few weeks, at least. “Go spend some time with Kelly, hon,” she said.

Linda was immensely thankful to her friend. I couldn’t get through this without her, she often thought. The affection that Cheryl lavished on Gabby was especially helpful. Her daughter Pam was Gabby’s best friend, and if anything, they had become even closer of late. Cheryl’s older daughter Alicia made a point of showing kindness to Gabby too, often hanging out with the two younger girls.

Once Linda left Gabby with her neighbor, she got in the car and drove to the hospital to visit her comatose daughter. Linda would hold Kelly’s hand and talk to her. All the nurses knew Linda, and with all the time spent at her daughter’s side, she’d come to know them too.

The doctors had repeatedly assured Linda that Kelly was not brain dead. She was breathing on her own, there was no apparent head damage, and they felt certain she would emerge from the coma at some point. Linda couldn’t quite convince herself that was true.

From the hospital, she was off to work. The boss had offered to let her take a month off, but Linda refused, insisting that the job kept her from dwelling on problems. After work, she nearly always stopped by the hospital to see Kelly.

Arriving home, Linda dropped by Cheryl’s to fetch her daughter, and Cheryl would frequently invite her to stay for supper. Sometimes she did, but lately, she was more likely to politely refuse, taking Gabby home and fixing them both an evening meal. It was important, she knew for them to try their best to get back to some sort of family routine. Gabby seemed to understand, and never complained about having to say goodbye to Pam.

On weekends, Linda took Gabby with her to the hospital. Like her mother, Gabby would also talk to her big sister. She always spoke to Kelly as if the girl was just resting her eyes.

Linda sometimes had to choke back tears as she overheard Gabby saying things like, “I know you’ll wake up soon. You’ll see. I love you, Kelly.”

Linda studied her two girls, feeling overwhelmed by mixed love and sorrow. There she was, her little Gabrielle. They called her ‘Gabby’ because she’d always been a chatterbox. Gabby had her late father’s dark hair, his piercing blue eyes and Linda’s pert upturned nose. Gabby wore her hair short with bangs and over her ears, giving her face a rounded look. She had the slender limbs and tight body one expected to see in an active child of nine.

Then there’s Kelly. Linda thought. My wounded angel.

Kelly’s long hair was a sandy blonde like Linda’s. Her face was now pale instead of its usual light tan with apple cheeks. Her lips were still full, but had lost their redness. Kelly had Walt’s nose, straight with just a little bump near the top to give it character. If her eyes were to ever open again, one would see a beguiling hazel color just like that of her mother. But they remained closed, the long dark eyelashes motionless.

Kelly had been a very active, vivacious girl. Now she lay still and quiet, tubes going in and out of her body.

Linda looked from one daughter to the other. So similar yet so different, but it was easy enough to tell they were sisters.

The weekends were a little easier for Linda, if no less busy. Saturday was shopping and house cleaning, laundry, and paying bills. Sunday she would spend time with Gabby. But each and every day included a visit to Kelly. Linda forced herself to stay occupied, using whatever means available to avoid dwelling on what had happened. On what she’d lost.

There was one bright spot in the midst of it all. Walt’s life insurance had paid off handsomely. Though far from rich, Linda wouldn’t be living hand to mouth.

***

It was on a Friday near the end of May when it happened. Linda was dressed in jeans and a sweater for Casual Day at work. That’s when she noticed that her clothes seemed to fit rather loosely. Stepping onto the bathroom scale, Linda was startled to notice that she’d lost thirty pounds over the last two months. She gave a wistful smile at having achieved the weight she had before giving birth to two girls. Only now, I’ve got no one to look good for.

Linda’s reverie was cut short by the phone ringing. Gabby reached it first. A shiver went up Linda’s spine as Gabby shouted, “Mommy, it’s the hospital for you!”

“Yes, of course, I’ll be there right away.” Linda said to the nurse on the phone.

After hastily dropping Gabby off at Cheryl’s, Linda ran to the car and sped to the hospital. All the way there the words repeated in her head. “Hi, Mrs Luna. There’s been a change in Kelly’s condition. Can you please come by?”

Minutes later, a dazed, breathless Linda stood in the doorway to Kelly’s room, staring at her daughter in utter disbelief. Kelly was sitting up in bed. All the tubes had been removed.

Linda took a step closer, then hesitated.

A nurse was chatting with Kelly. The nurse was speaking Spanish. Kelly was also speaking Spanish. She briefly glanced at her mother, but didn’t react in any way.

Noticing Linda in the doorway, Nurse Cruz hastened over to her.

“I’m so happy for you, Linda.” Nurse Cruz said. “Kelly is doing so good. Alert and talking to me. I didn’t know she could speak Spanish. Do you speak it, too?”

Linda shook her head in bewilderment, saying, “No, I don’t. Kelly didn’t either…” She trailed off as the doctor approached.

“Good morning, Mrs Luna,” Doctor Phelps said. “Er, before you go in to see Kelly, we need to talk.” He led Linda a few steps down the hall. “As you see, your daughter has come out of the coma. She seems fine; healthy.”

“But?” Linda finally said. Something was wrong – she sensed that right away. What was it?

“But… she has no memory of who she is.”

Linda’s head swam. She’d finally got her little girl back… only to discover that Kelly, the real Kelly, was still missing. My poor child, she thought, overwhelmed by a surge of despair.

“This kind of thing can happen,” the doctor continued. “It isn’t usually a permanent condition, though. We think it may be best if we introduce you to her now. Then, if that doesn’t jog her memory we’d like you to return tomorrow. Bring her sister. Maybe bring a photo album, perhaps a favorite toy or book… or any object you can think of that has a special significance to her.”

“You – you said it might not be p-permanent,“ Linda stammered. “How long do you think…?”

Dr Phelps was already shaking his head. “There’s no way to know, Mrs Luna. Things may come to her all of a sudden when she sees you. Or she may recall little by little. There’s at least a chance that Kelly’s memory may not come back at all. Or take years. All we can do is wait and see.” He paused, studying the distraught mother. “Are you able to see her now?”

Taking a deep breath, Linda braced herself. “Yes… yes, I am.”

With a slight tilt of the head, Dr Phelps led the woman back to Kelly’s room.

Linda struggled to maintain a cheerful demeanor as she approached her daughter. Kelly studied her mother’s face. Linda recognized that expression. It was the look Kelly had whenever she was introduced to someone new, or encountered a stranger. A polite, friendly, yet impersonal look.

“Kelly… this is your mother,” Dr Phelps said.

Carefully seating herself on the edge of the bed, Linda reached for Kelly’s hand. But the girl drew back, a touch of uncertainty in her eyes.

“Kelly, honey,” Linda said. “It’s Mom. Don’t you remember me…?”

The bewildered look on Kelly’s face softened, but she slowly shook her head. “You seem like a nice lady, but I don’t know you.”

***

Linda decided to keep Kelly’s condition a secret, at least for the moment. She did tell her friend Cheryl, as well as her boss, who gave her flexible work hours for as long as she needed them. “Your daughter comes first,” he’d told her.

Linda also called her sister Jan. She’d managed to keep herself together in Kelly’s presence and for the rest of that day, but upon hearing Jan’s voice, Linda began to cry. She sobbed for nearly eight minutes, with Jan crooning, “It’s okay, sis… let it all out.”

Once she managed to calm herself, Linda blew her nose, then said, “Thanks, Jan. I… I just feel so damn helpless. My own daughter doesn’t know me, for Christ’s sake! She’s become a stranger.”

“I’ve seen all sorts of case histories concerning this sort of thing,” Jan said, trying to comfort her younger sister. “People speaking foreign languages they didn’t know before. Personality changes. Memories of events that never really happened. Just be glad she’s out of the coma and alive and well. I know it hurts to have your daughter back, but not… all the way back. Give her time. I’ll come down for a visit as soon as I can.”

“That would be great. Okay, I’ve got to go tuck Gabby in. Goodnight, Jan.”

“Bye, Linda. Love you.”

***

The next morning, Linda took Gabby with her to the hospital. They brought along a family photo album and Kelly’s beloved teddy bear.

When they emerged from the elevator, Gabby raced into Kelly’s room and jumped on the bed. Hugging her big sister tightly, she exclaimed, “I’m sooooo glad you’re awake again, Kelly!”

Still feeling somewhat unsettled, Kelly patted the little girl’s back and said, “Uh, okay. Thanks.”

She listened as her supposed mother and sister made conversation. Nothing they said or anything about them seemed familiar to her. They seem nice enough people, she mused. Could they really be my family?

Kelly pointed to a girl in a photo with Gabby and Linda. “Who’s that?” she asked.

“That’s you, sweetheart.” Linda said gently.

Finding a hand mirror, Gabby handed it to her sister. “Here… see for yourself.”

Kelly looked in the mirror, then at the picture. “It does look like me.” she admitted. “But I don’t… I can’t remember you, or… or anything, really.”

Gabby hugged Kelly again, “I’m your little sister.”

“I guess,” Kelly sighed. “Maybe it will come back to me.”

“I know you can’t remember me yet,” Gabby murmured, “but I still love you.” She planted a kiss on her big sister’s cheek.

“I guess that’s enough for one day. We’d better get going. You should rest,” Linda said.

As she picked up her purse, Linda stole a glance at Kelly, who was frowning as she thumbed through the rest of the photo album. It was clear to see that none of the pictures meant anything to her.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” Linda said.

“Bye, Kelly!” Gabby cheerfully exclaimed. “See you later.”

“Okay,” Kelly replied, watching the woman and girl as they exited her room.

I kind of like them, she thought. The little girl’s way cute. That Linda is sexy, but she wears boring clothes. I can tell that they love me, but I still don’t know who they are, really. ‘Kelly’ doesn’t even feel like my real name. Then again, what else does?

Kelly began to pore through the photos again, pausing when she came across a photo of Linda, Gabby, this Jan lady who was supposed to be an aunt, and herself, all in bathing suits. Hmm… too bad they don’t have any nude pics in here. Yeah, right – like there even would be anything like that in a family photo album. She traced Linda’s body with the tip of a finger. Nice… really nice. And this Aunt Jan looks a lot like her, only even more sexy. Hope I get to meet her really soon.

***

A few days later, Kelly was released from the hospital. Her memory was still gone, and a few bruises still lingered, but otherwise she was in perfect health.

When Linda pulled into the driveway of their home and parked, Kelly emerged from the car and made her way indoors, then wandered on her own about the house for a while. It seemed like a nice place to live, but remained unfamiliar.

Later, Linda and Gabby showed Kelly around. Took her to her bedroom, the basement, the backyard, the bathroom she shared with her sister. Nothing came back to her.

 ***

After a few days, Linda phoned Jan. She told her sister that, though Kelly’s memory had yet to return, she was holding up well and had adjusted nicely to what was for her, a new life. Nonetheless, Jan quickly detected a note of tension in her younger sibling’s voice. Finally, she asked what was wrong.

“Oh, it’s Kelly. She’s so… so different,” Linda began.

“Like how?” Jan asked.

“Well, she used to sleep late all the time. Now I’m not sure if she sleeps at all. She’s always up and dressed before I am. She won’t eat meat anymore. Kelly used to love bacon, and when I served it for breakfast she was disgusted. She started calling me ‘Linda.’ I asked her to please use ‘Mom’ instead, and now she addresses me as ‘Mother’. And my God, the whole thing with her speaking Spanish! Would you believe, her new favorite TV station is Telamundo?”

“It’s different, sure,” Jan replied, “But that’s not too bad. Is that all that’s bothering you?”

“No… no, it’s not. Maybe you can help me understand what’s happening with Kelly, because I sure don’t. So last night, the three of us were watching the Frozen DVD.”

“Oh, that’s awful, you poor thing.” Jan teased.

“Not helping, Jan,” Linda fired back, tightening her jaw.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jan quickly said. “Wow, this really is serious, huh? Go on, sis – tell me everything.”

Linda was silent for a moment, then continued. “Gabby was lying on the floor on her tummy watching the movie. Totally caught up in the story, even though she’s seen it at least a dozen times. I had a magazine, so I was mainly focused on that. At some point I looked up at Kelly, and she… she had a hand in her pants. It was pretty obvious what she was up to.”

“She was masturbating?” Jan gasped.

“And how. I mean, it was unmistakable. The hand movements, the look on her face…” Linda answered.

“So… did you say anything to her?”

“I took Kelly aside and told her it’s okay to do that, but only in private, in her room. Then… I don’t know why, but I asked if it was something about Frozen that, y’know, got her excited.”

“What did she say?” Jan inquired after a long pause from Linda.

“Kelly told me it wasn’t just the movie… though she did find herself wondering if the two sisters were really lovers.”

“That doesn’t sound like Kelly,” Jan said.

“Oh, there’s more. She told me that what really got her worked up was looking at Gabby’s bottom.”

On the other end of the phone line, Linda heard Jan gasp in astonishment. “She didn’t.”

“She did. And when she saw the look on my face, Kelly said, ‘Don’t worry, Mother. I wouldn’t do anything with Gabby. She’s too young. Besides, I think women are way sexier.’ You should’ve seen the look she gave me right then… I felt as if I’d been stripped naked on the spot! Then she said, ‘I guess I’m gonna go up to my room for a little while.’ Jan, she winked at me when she said that.”

“Damn,” Jan muttered. “I see what you mean, sis. That’s odd behavior for an eleven-year-old… not to mention totally out of character for Kelly.”

“Right? I mean… am I crazy, or does that sound as if my own child is flirting with me?”

“Tell you what. Linda: I’ll come by this weekend. We’ll talk, and I’ll spend some time with Kelly. I’ll try to get some idea of where her head’s at.”

“Thanks, Jan. Seriously, I’m at my wits end. I mean she’s still a good girl, but this stuff she’s saying. I don’t know what to do. See you Saturday, then?”

“I’ll be there early in the afternoon. Okay?”

“Fine with me. Bye, Jan. Love you.”

“Bye, love you too.” Jan said, then laid her phone down. What the fuck? she thought, her heart throbbing. Damn, I need to take out the box. I’ve been a good girl; haven’t gone there in a while. But this news about Kelly… Jesus, it’s got me worked up.

Jan descended into the basement of her suburban home, picking her way through the clutter to a large box marked FOR SALVATION ARMY. Opening it up, she reached down into various discarded items and pulled out a shoe box. Jan flipped the lid open and withdrew a scuffed pair of pumps, then carefully removed the false bottom of the box.

Inside there was a sheaf of five homemade DVDs in white paper sleeves, held together with a rubber band. Next to these was a plastic baggie holding a dozen or so neatly-rolled marijuana cigarettes. Jan unzipped the baggie, took out a joint and tucked it behind her ear.

Removing the rubber band, she spread the DVD’s out on a nearby table. Sometimes she would close her eyes and just pick one at random. Right then, though, Jan knew exactly which disc she wanted. Reaching for the one marked F f f, she hurried back upstairs.

In her bedroom, Jan grinned in anticipation as she loaded the DVD player, then turned on the large flat screen TV. She took a cheap plastic lighter from her nightstand, fired up the joint, took a deep pull and held it in for ten seconds before exhaling. Seating herself on the bed, she leaned back against the thickly upholstered headboard. She took a few more hits, then gently stubbed the half-smoked joint out in a nearby ashtray.

Now feeling a nice buzz, Jan glanced up at the disc menu on her TV screen. Show time. She used the remote to kick off the clip entitled, Two Moms, Four Kids, then hastily wriggled out of all her clothes.

The scene began with a large bed on which four young girls were gathered. All of them were completely naked and adorable, their ages ranging from somewhere around seven or eight to preteen. The older two were going down on the littler ones, who were sharing a very passionate kiss.

“Mmmm yes,” Jan said out loud. Slipping a hand between her thighs, she began to masturbate.

As the girls continued to make love, two clothed women entered the scene – a blonde and a redhead. “Girls! What on earth are you doing?” the blonde exclaimed.

“Mommy!” cried one of the youngest girls. Scrambling to her feet, she seized the blonde’s hand. “Come and play with us!”

Jan took a small vibrator out of the nightstand. Taking the tip into her mouth to moisten it, she brought the toy to her cunt and penetrated herself with a single stroke. On the screen she watched the redhead kissing one of the older girls, while the other three youngsters stripped the blonde woman bare.

Jan switched on the vibe and, as the scene built into a full-on sapphic orgy, worked it in and out of her vagina until she had a furious orgasm that left her wide-eyed and panting.

The next scene featured a short-haired teen making love with two twin girls who couldn’t have been a day over six. They were shy, but the older girl gently persuaded her little friends to undress, then join her in bed. Before very long, the children were eagerly immersing themselves in the delights of lesbian sex. One of them even licked the teen girl’s anus before they were done.

Bringing herself to a second climax just as the film clip was drawing to a close, Jan paused the DVD, taking a moment to rest and smoke the rest of her joint before watching another couple of scenes. Finally she rose, stretched, then padded back down the basement to return the DVD to its hiding place. After a detour through the kitchen for a bowlful of ice cream, Jan went back upstairs, brushed her teeth, then crawled into bed.

Just before she dozed off Jan thought, There, got that out of my system. Now I can focus on Linda and the girls and not obsess about sex… and I’ll be able to have a quiet chat with Kelly without thinking about how utterly desirable she is. 

I’ve got to give them the right kind of help. That means forgetting about my own sexual appetite, at least for the time being.

Moments later, she drifted into a peaceful slumber.

On to Chapter Two!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After their conversation, Ann goes back to her place for the night, and Jess goes upstairs, in the mood for some special fun with her girls.

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

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Now that Jessica’s mother Ann was back from her luxury sea cruise, the plan was for her to visit for a few days, so as to spend some time with her family. Before that could happen, though, Jess had a serious discussion with her daughters about being careful what they did and said in front of their grandmother.

“We can’t let her know the family secret,” Jess said, which is how they often referred to the incestuous lesbian antics they were currently engaged in with Rachel and her own girls.

“But Grandma is part of the family too,” Katie protested. “Why can’t we tell her? What if she wants to do sex stuff with us?”

“Yeah, what if she does, Mummy?” Poppy chimed in. “Now that Grandad is gone, she doesn’t have anybody.”

“We’ve discussed this, girls,” said Jess. “To most people, what we’re doing is very, very wrong… and if the wrong people find out, it would destroy our family. If Grandma found out, I don’t think she’d tell on us, but she might be upset. So much that she’d never speak to us again.”

“Never ever?” replied an astonished Katie.

Jess shook her head. “You have to understand, girls… we’re committing incest, and all three of you are underage. That would be enough to land us grownups in prison if we were found out. You would be taken away from me, and I’d never see you again. I don’t know if Grandma would agree with that, but she might. We can’t be sure how she’d feel about what we’re doing, so we can’t tell her about it. Any of it.”

“That’s not fair,” Poppy pouted.

Acting on impulse, Jess decided to be completely honest with her daughters. “Look… to tell the truth, I think it would be great if we could get Mum involved. So would Aunt Laura. We both want to make love to her, just like you do. How about this: Laura and I will sound her out; try to get an idea of how she’d feel about sex with one of us. Not you girls, though. That’s too big a step for her… at first, anyway. If we can somehow persuade her to join us in bed, we will. All I need from the three of you is to keep the family secret. Nothing more than that. Fair enough?”

Alice spoke up. “Do you think it could happen – that she’d want to make love to you? Or Aunt Laura?”

Jess shook her head. “Probably not. It’s worth looking into, though.” Rising to her feet, she added. “Oh, there’s one other thing. Alice, if you’re okay with it, I’d like to tell Grandma about you and Bella being girlfriends.”

““Um, yeah, sure,” Alice replied. “That’s a good idea… letting her know that I’m gay, too. Actually, why don’t you let me tell her?”

“Hmm. I don’t see why not.”

“Cool!” Katie exclaimed. “Can I do that too, Mum? Say that me an’ Cindy are lovers?”

“Better not,” said Jess. “But you and Poppy can tell Grandma how much you like the idea of your sister having a girlfriend.”

“We can do that,” Poppy solemnly announced.

“Wait, Mum,” Alice said. “If Grandma knows about me and Bel, it’s also okay for her to know we fool around with each other, right? I mean, we won’t talk about it, or, y’know, fuck in front of her… but I don’t want to pretend we’re just kids with a crush on each other, holding hands.”

Intrigued, Jess mulled that over. “I guess that’s okay… just don’t be too obvious about it. Best not to shock your grandmother too much. Be subtle.”

“Oh, I can do subtle…” said Alice, slowly hoisting her skirt up to reveal bright red knickers.

“Smartarse,” Jess fired back, trying and failing to restrain a grin. “Now scoot upstairs and get changed out of those school clothes!”

 ***

Ann arrived on Wednesday afternoon, just before the girls came home from the last day of term. Once everyone had gathered together in the family room, Alice linked Grandma’s phone to her laptop, then they went through many of the hundreds of photos she’d taken during her vacation. Jess had invited Laura, but she’d been obliged to attend some society function with her boss.

As for Rachel, Bella and Cindy, they arrived just after five-thirty. Ann greeted them warmly, then gave Rachel a big hug, expressing her joy that Jess had finally found a love partner who made her happy.

Before dinner was served, Alice took Bella to one side. “I want to tell Grandma about us being girlfriends, Bel,” she murmured. “Is that okay with you?”

“Sure,” Bella replied. “It’s not like we’re keeping it a secret.” By then, both girls had already come out to their friends at school.

“Good. I think she’ll like the idea. I hope so, anyway!” She gave Bella’s hand a squeeze, and they rejoined the others.

A few minutes later, they all sat down to a meal of courgette risotto, followed by Banoffee Roulade for dessert. Conversation was lively during the meal. Ann answered questions about some of the places she’d visited, and the girls told Ann how much they liked being one big family.

“It’s the best. Now I’ve got two extra sisters!” Katie exclaimed.

“Times certainly have changed… and for the better,” Ann said. “I knew a girl who was gay when I was at school, but she had to keep it a secret. The other girls would have made her life a misery if they’d known.”

“Good thing it’s not like that any more!” Alice exclaimed. “I wouldn’t ever want to have to hide how I feel about Bel.” She kissed Bella’s cheek, then turned to a very astonished Ann. “We’re girlfriends now, Grandma.”

“Oh… oh, my,” Ann said. She looked over at Jess.

“It’s true, Mum,” said Jess. “I thought it should be their decision as to whether to tell you or not.”

“Well… congratulations!” Ann finally replied, breaking into a big smile. “I’m sorry, girls. You just caught me by surprise. I’m very happy for you both.”

Katie spoke up. “Yeah, aren’t they cute?” After a moment’s pause, she added, “Maybe I’ll be a lesbian, too. I sure can’t imagine falling in love with some stupid boy.”

“Girls are way nicer,” Poppy declared, nodding her head.

Ann laughed, wrapping both arms around Poppy. “You might change your mind about that in a few years. Or maybe not. What’s important is to find someone you love, and who loves you. That’s where true happiness is found.” She rolled her eyes. “Listen to me… I sound like a greeting card!”

“Well, I love Bel,” Alice said, giving the girl’s hand a squeeze.

“And I love you, Alice,” Bella replied.

The girls drifted together in a kiss that didn’t quite become passionate, but it certainly lingered. Finally they parted, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Jess chose to break the silence. “All right, girls, it looks like everyone’s finished with dessert, so why don’t you go watch TV or something while the grownups wash up.”

That suited the youngsters, who migrated from the room… though it didn’t escape Jessica’s attention that a couple of them could be heard climbing the stairs. Guess Alice and Bella are in the mood for something a bit more stimulating than the telly, she told herself, gathering up the dessert plates.

Ann rose from her seat, but before joining the cleaning-up effort, she drew a surprised Rachel into a warm hug, murmuring, “Rachel, I’m so pleased that you and my daughter are an item. You seem perfect for each other.” Gently breaking away, she added, “Are you two going to tie the knot anytime soon? I need an excuse to buy myself a new hat.”

Feeling definite stirrings of desire for her lover’s mum, Rachel took Ann’s hand, giving it a squeeze. I see why Jess wants her so much.

“To be honest, Ann, we’ve not given it much thought. At the moment, Jessica and I are still getting settled into being lovers. That said, don’t be surprised if we do get married at some point.” Rachel looked over at Jess. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather share my life with.”

In response, Jess dropped the towel she was using and walked over to wrap both arms around her lover, drawing Rachel into a tender kiss. It quickly grew heated, then Jess abruptly broke away.

“Sorry, Mum,” she mumbled, looking somewhat abashed. “I got carried away.” In fact, she’d staged that kiss for Ann’s benefit, and was thrilled to see that her mother wasn’t at all offended.

“Don’t be silly, Jessica,” Ann replied. “I’m delighted to see you both so happy, and enjoying one another. It’s easy to see the two of you are in love.”

“And so we are,” Rachel said, her arm wrapped around Jessica’s waist.

“Now that you’re merging families, are you thinking of sharing a home at some point? It would be lovely to have the lot of you in one house.”

Jess shrugged. “We’d love that, but neither of ours are big enough… and finding a house in the right size won’t be easy.”

“That’s true, I suppose.” Ann said with a thoughtful nod, then added, “You know, I’d be happy to help you buy a new home. You and Laura will get everything eventually, so why shouldn’t I be there for you now?”

“Don’t talk like that, Mum! Unless there’s something you’re not telling us.”

Ann laughed. “Oh, there’s nothing wrong with me. In fact, I feel better than I have in years. Still, if you need a helping hand, I intend to provide it. But enough of this talk; let’s join the girls.”

As they made their way into the family room, Jess noticed that, sure enough, Alice and Bella had slipped away, no doubt for a quick romp in Alice’s bed. I hope they closed the door, at least.

Ann clearly noticed the girls’ absence, but said nothing. Instead, she gave her mobile phone to Katie, who hooked it up to the TV so Grandma could show the rest of her vacation photos.

About ten minutes later, Alice and Bella rejoined the gathering. It wasn’t immediately obvious what they’d been up to, but Bella’s hair was slightly mussed… and Jess was certain that she could catch the aroma of cunt coming from at least one of the girls.

Once again, there was no reaction from Ann, though Jess suspected her mum had sussed out what was going on. She’s got to assume they’re having sex, she thought. At least they weren’t too obvious about it. This was Alice’s idea, I’ll wager. 

Ann had an excellent eye for compelling sights, so viewing her pictures was an enjoyable way to pass the time. The girls were especially enchanted by dozens of photos of masked dancers Ann had captured at a Haitian street festival.

At one point, a photo appeared of an attractive middle-aged woman in a two piece bathing suit, both her arms wrapped around a cute preteen girl. They both wore big smiles.

Poppy spoke up right away. “Who’s that, Nonna?”

Ann seemed briefly distracted by the image. “Hmm? Oh, that’s Collette and her little girl Coralie. I made friends with them on the cruise. They’re French.”

With that, she advanced to the next picture, but Jess couldn’t help but notice that there were at least half a dozen more photos of Collette, some with her daughter, some without… and one especially cute shot of Coralie, posing on the edge of a diving board in a surprisingly skimpy bikini. Ann passed through these with little or no commentary.

Interesting, Jess mused. There had been very occasional photos of other passengers and crew members, but only Collette and her child appeared in more than one. Wonder if Mum was attracted to this woman?

When the last photo had been viewed, the adults and children drifted easily into casual conversation, with Ann regaling the others with stories of when Jessica and Laura were girls, while Jess shared a few choice anecdotes of her own.

It was nearing ten o’clock when Cindy gave a big yawn. “Oops, ‘scuse me,” she said.

Rachel laughed. “I know one little girl who’s up past her bedtime!” She got to her feet. “Jess, Ann, it’s been lovely, but I think we’ll have to call it a night.”

They gathered at the front door, both families exchanging hugs and occasional kisses. Cindy and Bella  surprised Ann, embracing her with just as much warmth as if she was their real grandmother.

Rachel hugged her next, and Ann wrapped both arms around her daughter’s lover, murmuring, “Rachel, you’re the best thing to happen to Jessica in a long while, and your girls are adorable.”

Backing away slightly, Rachel gazed at the older woman’s smiling face. “Thanks, Ann. You’re pretty amazing yourself… and I look forward to getting to know you better.” Seized by a crazy impulse, she leaned in to place a brief but warm kiss on Ann’s mouth before breaking their embrace.

Caught by surprise, Ann felt her cheeks grow warm. She fumbled with her purse, draping the strap over her shoulder – then noticed Alice and Bella off in the corner, caught up in a deep, passionate kiss of their own. The sight transfixed Ann, made her pulse throb.

“Goodness, those two,” Jess murmured, resting a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “Like kids in a candy store, I swear. Sorry if they’re a bit much, Mum.”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Ann quickly said. “They – they’re beautiful together.” She and Jess watched as Alice slid both hands Bella’s back down to fondle her arse.

“Um, girls…” Rachel called, now standing near the door with Cindy, “I hate to break this up, but it really is time to say goodbye.”

Breaking their kiss, the preteens shared a wistful look, then Bella said, “Hey, Mum? Can Alice and me have a sleepover tonight?”

“Oooh, yeah!” Alice squealed. “That’s right – no school tomorrow!” She looked from Rachel to Jessica. “Can we, can we? Please?”

Jess laughed. “I don’t see why not. What do you think, Rach?”

“I’m fine with it,” Rachel replied. “Need to fetch anything before we go, Alice?”

“Nope! I’ve already got extra clothes and a toothbrush at your place.” Taking Bella’s hand, she joined the others by the front entrance. “Goodnight, Mum. Love you,” Alice said, giving Jess a quick hug.

“Love you too. Listen, be sure to get home before breakfast… you and Kate have that appointment with the dentist tomorrow.”

Alice made a face. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” She reached out to her grandmother, and they embraced. “It’s so good to have you here, Gran. Hope you can stay for a long time.”

“Oh, I’ll do my best,” Ann said with a wink. “Goodnight… all of you.”

More hugs, more farewells, then Rachel and the girls were gone. Katie and Poppy went upstairs to prepare for bed. A few minutes later, Jess and Ann came upstairs to tuck them in, then returned to the kitchen, where Jess poured wine for them both.

“So, Mum… what do you think of Rachel?” Jess said, handing her mother a glass.

“She’s good for you,” Ann replied. “Exactly what you needed after that bastard Mark slung his hook. I’ve never seen you so… so satisfied.”

“Oh, Rachel definitely knows how to satisfy. What about you, Mum? Are you thinking of finding a steady girlfriend?”

Ann frowned slightly. “Jessica… I had sex with another woman. That doesn’t make me a lesbian, even if I did enjoy it. Right now, all I want is to spend time with my family. There’s no need to make any major decisions about my sexual preference.”

Jessica folded her arms. “You’re not seeing the big picture, Mum. What if Gina gets in touch with you? Would you go on another date with her? You’re still a beautiful woman, and it’s been five years since we lost Dad. You need to dip your toes in the water again!”

“With another woman, you mean.”

“Well, you did enjoy it the first time. It could be even better if you really got to know a woman before making love with her.”

“I got to know Gina perfectly well, thank you.”

“Then call her. Go out with her again.”

Ann sighed. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready.”

“Oh, Mum… What’s holding you back? Worried about what people might say?”

“Well, that is something that concerns me. I don’t want to be the subject of local gossip, with the locals  staring and muttering, ‘Here comes the old dyke’, when I pass them in the street. No offense.”

“None taken… but who even thinks like that any more? No one you’d want to be friends with, I’ll wager.”

Ann thought about that. “I suppose that’s true.”

“Mum, you should at least try it again. Once more. Otherwise, you could be missing out on something beautiful. Something lasting.”

“You may be right,” Ann said, nodding thoughtfully. “I don’t want to close myself off, that’s true.” Stifling a sudden yawn, she stood. “Oh, my. Time to turn in, I think.”

Jessica also got to her feet. “Fine… but this discussion isn’t over, Mum. I will talk you into having sex with a woman again, be it Gina, some hottie Laura knows from the gay bar circuit, or – who knows? – a friend of yours who wants to get her horizons expanded.” They made their way into the family room, headed for the stairs.

“I’ll expand your bloody horizons, young lady!” Ann fired back, then gave a snort of laughter. “At least let your poor old mum off the hook for tonight… I’m positively knackered. You can finish selling me on the lesbian life at breakfast.” Briefly hugging her daughter at the foot of the staircase, she said, “Thanks, dear, for caring so much.”

“You deserve it, Mum,” Jessica murmured, holding the woman close. “Now fuck off to bed.”

Ann laughed again, patting her daughter’s back. “You too, love… you too.”

***

A short while later, once Ann had unpacked her bag in the guest room, she seated herself at the dresser mirror, contemplating her daughter’s words as she brushed her lustrous red hair.

She paused in mid-brushstroke to study her reflection. Not bad for fifty-eight… but I think Jess is pushing it when she says I’m beautiful. Still, I suppose most daughters feel that way about their mums.

Unfastening the buttons of her blouse, Ann slipped it off, leaving her in a plain white bra that she reached behind to unclip, pleased to note that her breasts had fared well against the test of time. Cupping them, she tested their heft, then tweaked the plump nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, sighing at the prickle of arousal it gave her.

She stood to unzip her knee-length skirt, letting it drop to the floor before bending to pick it up to drape over the back of the vanity chair. Her practical and comfortable knickers only served to remind her that she was sorely in need of some provocative lingerie. If I’m putting myself out there, it’s time to get used to dressing for a lover again. I’ll drop by Jessica’s shop… she’ll help me pick out something especially sexy.

In her imagination, Ann stood before Gina, slowly undressing to reveal a saucy bra-and-knicker set. The look in her eyes as she drinks in the sight of her older lover dressed in skimpy black lace… oh, she likes what she sees.

Grasping the waistband of her panties, Ann shoved them to her ankles with a single swift motion, then cast them away with a contemptuous flick of the foot.

She studied her bare body, recalling the extra pounds she’d added on the first month of the cruise, what with the rich food and fine wines on offer. Thankfully, Ann soon decided to balance the constant pampering and luxury of life on an ocean liner with regular exercise.

Thinking again about that amazing evening with Gina, Ann reached down to cup her vulva, letting the neatly trimmed pubes tickle her palm. Jess is right – you really should ring her up.

When she’d gone back to the attractive young lesbian’s flat, Ann knew something was going to happen, but didn’t allow herself to think beyond that. It  was enough to know that she was attracted to Gina, distinctively aroused, and curious about sex with a woman.

Gina had shyly asked for permission to kiss Ann… an invitation the older woman found herself unable, even unwilling to refuse. She tensed briefly when their mouths met, then relaxed into the experience. And what a marvellous kiss it had been! – tender and sensuous, soft as a whisper, yet amazingly intense. Before she knew it, Ann was responding, her tongue joining in the dance.

Somehow, Gina had undone Ann’s top and was cupping her breasts, whispering, “You can touch me if you like.”

Hesitantly reaching out, Ann placed both hands on her new friend’s chest, gasping as she realised Gina wore nothing beneath her blouse. The young woman’s breasts were small, but felt very nice to the touch. Ann found herself wanting to see them. Reaching for a button, she whispered, “May I?”

“Please do,” Gina replied, her eyes shining with affection.

Ann’s fingers were clumsy, but she managed to get four buttons undone, enough to reveal Gina’s bare upper half. The creamy globes were flawless, capped with visibly erect nipples. She began to reach for one, then faltered, suddenly unsure of herself.

But Gina quickly seized Ann’s hand, pressing it to her breast. “It’s okay,” she said.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Ann explored the body of another woman for the first time. Gina’s skin was wondrously soft, like that of a child, and the thought of lying naked with her gave Ann a delicious shiver. Can I really do this? she wondered.

The next thing she knew, Ann was allowing herself to be led into an adjoining bedroom. Gina had kissed her once more, then gestured at the foot of the bed, whispering, “Take a seat.”

Ann meekly obeyed, then sat mesmerised as Gina slowly and seductively began to remove her clothes. She stepped out of her shoes, nudging them to one side, then stripped off and discarded her unbuttoned top. The skirt followed, falling down to puddle at Gina’s feet.

Ann could only stare, a storm of emotions raging inside at the sight of the now nude young woman. She’d gone without knickers, too! “Surprised?” Gina asked, wearing nothing but a mischievous grin.

Taking time for a really good look, Ann has to admit it – she liked what she saw. Gina’s pubes were thick and lush, but trimmed into a fairly neat triangle. Ann now saw that the young woman’s underarms were unshaven, and was surprised to find that attractive.

Moving close, Gina reached out to take Ann’s hands, which she placed on her luscious breasts. “Touch me,” she whispered.

As Ann obligingly began to fondle the small but flawless globes, she felt Gina undo the clasp of her skirt – and another surge of nervousness raced through her. What am I doing here? Am I really about to have sex with a woman who’s younger than my own daughter, for Christ’s sake? Yes, she was excited, but it didn’t feel right.

Backing away, she said, “Gina, you’re very sweet, but I… I’m not sure I’m ready to do this.”

“You are ready, Ann,” the young woman murmured, drawing close. “But you’re on the verge of something new, and it’s frightening.” Gina took both her hands. “Don’t be afraid. Let me show you how wonderful it is, being loved by a woman.” Pausing to give the older woman a tender kiss, Gina added. “I like you so much, Ann. Please… please give me this chance to make you happy.”

As Ann struggled for the words to express her uncertainty, she found herself distracted by the warmth of Gina’s hazel eyes. The longing she saw in them…

This is silly, she thought. When did I become so damned cautious?

Gina was deftly undoing the front catch of Ann’s bra, peeling it away to bare her breasts. Resisting an impulse to cover herself, Ann managed to remain still as the young woman began to tease her nipples, gently squeezing, then tugging them. She let her eyes drift shut, summoning up memories of how much she loved to be fondled this way.

It’s been too long, she told herself. I deserve this. And I don’t want to hurt Gina’s feelings.

Then and there, she made her decision. Looks as if I’ll be learning about sex with a woman tonight. She smiled, thinking of her gay daughter. Wonder what Laura will say?

As Ann opened her eyes, Gina was unfastening the remaining buttons on her blouse, then easing it over her shoulders. Ann shrugged the beige top away, letting it drop to the carpet.

“My God, you’re lovely,” Gina breathed, cupping the woman’s generous breasts, savouring their heft. Suddenly dipping down, she captured Ann’s right nipple between her lips.

“Oh,” Ann moaned, “oh.” Without a second thought, she cradled Gina’s face to her chest, thinking, Oh, my goodness… she’s really good at this. She shivered, then inhaled sharply when Gina licked the tip of her breast, then gave the engorged nipple a playful bite. Switching to the other breast, Gina took it between her lips to suck.

In the meantime, the young lesbian was also tugging at the zipper of Ann’s skirt. As the garment slid to the floor, Gina slipped a hand down the back of Ann’s cotton knickers to pull the woman in for another kiss. As they moulded together, the sensation of moving against the soft, supple body of another woman had Ann tingling deliciously.

The next few minutes became a jumble for Ann as she allowed Gina to remove every remaining stitch of her clothing, then lay her back on the bed. There she was, a woman of fifty-eight, a grandmother and a widow, stark naked and spread out for the sexual pleasure of a lesbian woman nearly half her age. Putting it in those terms made the whole situation seem ridiculous, perhaps, but that didn’t matter to Ann. Not any more. She ached to be taken by this strong, confident woman who loved women… and Gina knew it.

Now Gina was kneeling above her, a fire in her eyes that took Ann’s breath away. “I’m going to fuck you now,” she said.

“Yes,” Ann moaned. “Do it to me, please…”

Gina shook her head. “Say the words, Ann. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Gina!” She might have said more, but just then the young woman’s mouth covered hers. Ann gladly surrendered – accepting Gina’s tongue, responding with her own.

The lovemaking that followed was unlike any sexual experience she had ever known. After a few minutes of deep French kisses, Gina spent a long, lovely while pleasuring Ann’s breasts and belly before nuzzling a pathway way down to her vulva. Pressing her mouth into the juicy flesh, she began to lick.

When Ann was still having regular sex with her husband Richard, he’d obligingly attempted oral on his wife a few times, and it did feel nice. But now Gina was going down on her, and it was a revelation. She took Ann to the brink of orgasm again and again, but refused her that final release.

Finally, when Ann was on the verge of howling in frustration, the young lesbian centred her attention on her older lover’s clitoris, taking it between her lips and rapidly flicking the swollen nubbin with the tip of the tongue.

Ann exploded in a convulsive orgasm that had her clamping a hand to her mouth to muffle the screams. She  bucked and thrashed about as Gina’s hot, sucking mouth paid lustful tribute to her cunt. And those surges of ecstasy kept coming, more of them even when Ann was certain there could be no more.

After God only knew how many orgasms, Ann lay spent and dazed, gradually coming to her senses at the sound of her partner’s cries. Gina was lying alongside, frantically masturbating. She was frantically plunging two fingers into her vagina, liquid sounds echoing in the room with every thrust. A choked cry escaped her throat, a violent jerk shook her body, then she lay silent.

Startled, yet stimulated by the young lesbian’s brazen display, Ann stared at Gina, resisting the growing heat she felt mounting inside. Christ, I already want more.

Once she’d regained her breath, Gina hoisted herself into a sitting position, stretched her incredible body, then bent to place a gentle kiss on Ann’s lips. “That was amazing,” she said. “Will you be staying the night? I’d love it if you did.”

“Um, well,” Ann mumbled, “I really ought to go. I’ve got to feed the cat.” A lie – she hadn’t owned a cat in years. But those uneasy feelings were making themselves known again, and she needed time to think.

Getting to her feet, Ann began to fumble about for her clothes. She was relieved that Gina didn’t protest, just sat back against the headboard and watched her dress. Once she’d done up the last button of her top, Gina rose from the bed, padding over to give her a hug.

“I had a wonderful time,” Ann said, already feeling guilty about her rudeness. “Thank you, Gina.”

“I’d love to see you again,” Gina murmured. “Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to go steady… but we could maybe get together some time…?”

“It can’t be anytime soon, I’m afraid.” Ann replied. “That ocean cruise I mentioned… Remember? My ship sails in a few days. But, um, I’ll ring you when I get back.”

Gina smiled – a bit wistfully, Ann thought. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said. “Have a wonderful time, Ann.”

The younger woman, still nude, escorted Ann to the front door, where they embraced once more. “Good night, dear,” Ann said.

“Good night,” said Gina.

As Ann left, walking along the hallway of the apartment block, she turned to see Gina in her doorway, waving. She waved back, then hurried outside to the street, fumbling in her purse for her phone to call a taxi.

You behaved abominably, she chided herself. After that, I can’t see why Gina would give you the time of day.

Later that night, Ann had masturbated properly for the first time in years. She was still troubled, still uneasy with the possibility she might be gay. It shouldn’t bother me – and yet, it does. But the memory of sex with Gina kept unscrolling inside her head like a dirty movie. Finally, she gave in.

***

Months later, studying at her reflection in the mirror, she shook her head. I really do need to phone Gina, she thought. Even if we never have sex again, it would be nice to have her as a friend.

She gave a brief laugh. Who am I trying to fool? Even if we just met for coffee, I’d end up at her place or mine, naked and flat on my back.

Still nude, Ann seated herself on the edge of the bed, wondering why she had yet to tell her daughters everything. Especially Laura, who would have understood without judgement. And now Jess is gay too… so what reason do I have for being so bloody secretive? At this point, it’s just silly.

Then and there, Ann decided to tell her daughters everything. The fantasies she’d indulged in, her occasional attraction to beautiful women she saw, the lesbian websites she’d just begun to investigate and enjoy – but most of all, she needed to tell Jessica and Laura about her second dalliance with another woman.

It had been an incredible experience, enough to convince Ann that, even if she still felt uncertain about being openly gay, her heart’s desire was for a female lover.

Getting to her feet, Ann padded around to the side of the bed and slid beneath the covers. She rarely slept naked, but that evening, it felt right. She took a sip of water before switching off the bedside lamp, then lay back, the blankets pulled up to just below her breasts.

She stared up at the moonlit ceiling. Placing a hand on her vulva, she let it rest there while she concentrated on one special moment of her holiday – the dinner at the Captain’s table when she first encountered Collette.

Ann felt a pleasant tingle make itself known beneath her belly as she pictured the lovely face and beautiful body of her French sex partner. I’ll have to relieve myself tonight, she decided. Otherwise, I won’t get to sleep anytime soon.

Gently moving her hand, Ann fed that warmth, allowing herself to drift into the memory of that incredible evening.

On to Chapter Thirty-Eight!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the first 34 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.)

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

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

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

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society. She has taken a careful first step by inviting Alice to a sleepover with her own daughters, which resulted in — surprise, surprise — a four-way orgy.

As another test to determine whether Jess and her families are truly suitable candidates for the Society, Sienna and Lacey drop by Jessica’s clothing store at closing time. She lets them in to shop anyhow, the twins seduce her, and their mother Stella conveniently “catches” the three of them at it. Jess is hardly surprised, as she had already figured out Stella’s little scheme.

In the subsequent confrontation, Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party. Jess admits that Stella’s suspicions are true, and she is open to the idea of the family get-together. Tentative plans are made.

A side note: Jess, her sister Laura and her lover Rachel have been toying with the idea of inviting another family member to join in their incestuous relationship: Jessica’s and Laura’s mother Ann, who has herself recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. The three women discuss the idea, and are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy.

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

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

The next day passed with no new revelations, at least until that night. As Jess assembled the ingredients for that evening’s meal, the doorbell rang. Assuming Rachel had forgotten her key, Jess left the kitchen, making her way to the foyer.

Opening the door, her mouth dropped, and she struggled to speak for an instant, finally gasping, “Mum?”

“In person!” Ann Clark announced, spreading her arms as if putting herself on display.

Ann Clark was unmistakably an older version of Jess, but few would have believed her to be only fifty-seven. She married at nineteen and gave birth to Jessica later that same year, with Laura following three years later. In her youth, she’d been blessed with the looks of a Hollywood starlet and the temperament and feisty nature so common in redheads, with a keen intellect to match. Despite having achieved a promising internship with a London brokerage – the very first woman to do so at this particular firm – she put aside her potential career to raise Jess and Laura.

Once the girls were mature enough to require less hands-on attention, Ann took a position as counsellor to her husband Richard, providing a sounding board and guiding hand as he parlayed his engineering company into the big leagues. By the time her daughters had matured into their teens, she’d become the company trouble-shooter. Richard trusted Ann’s judgement above all others, and the eventual high value of the firm was testament to her financial acumen.

When Richard died, control passed over to Ann. For the next five years she built on his legacy, finally appointing a successor to take over the day-to-day running of the business. Ann still involved herself with securing big contracts and such, but mostly devoted herself to enjoying life and family.

Over the last few months, she’d given serious thought to retiring completely. Her social life had recently taken an unexpected turn, and her thoughts were increasingly centred around what else she was missing out on.

Now she was on her daughter’s doorstep, wondering why Jess seemed to be more startled than delighted to see her.

Quickly recovering, Jess exclaimed, “Mum, why didn’t you tell me you’d arrived? I’d have picked you up. Come in, come in!”

“Oh, I wanted it to be a surprise,” Ann said as she entered.

Jessica’s first thought was of the disastrous confrontation that might have occurred if Ann had arrived two nights earlier – or for that matter, during the weekend sex party they’d planned with Stella and the twins. Shit – I’ve got to give Stella a quick jingle, let her know we’ll have to postpone.

Fully recovered from her shock, Jess embraced Ann, hugging her tightly. “It’s so wonderful to have you here, Mum.” Needless to say, after the lustful thoughts she’d been having about her mother, the woman’s shapely body felt especially good against hers, and that familiar scent she remembered from childhood was affecting Jess in a whole new way.

Releasing her mother, Jess stood back to take in the full view, very much liking what she saw. “You look incredible, Mum! At least five years younger, I swear.”

It was true. Ann had clearly shed a few pounds, and there was a liveliness to her that Jess hadn’t seen for a while. Of course, her mother had always been beautiful, but now she seemed downright vivacious.

Stepping away from the company has done wonders for Mum, she told herself. Not to mention getting regular sex. She knew her mother hadn’t dated for years after Richard’s death… and that her most recent sexual experience had been with a woman, according to Laura.

So now Mum’s playing for our team, Jess thought, already imagining how Ann looked naked.

“Thanks, sweetie. With all that rich food on the ship and the amazing restaurants I visited, I got in the habit of visiting the gym almost every day. And I took long walks whenever I could.”

Jess looked her mother up and down, already feeling a prickle of desire. “Well, it paid off and then some, I’d say. You’ve got to get back on the dating circuit again, Mum – show that body off!”

With a mysterious smile, Ann replied, “Actually, I’ve got some news on that front… but that’ll keep until later.” Taking her daughter’s hand, she gave it a squeeze. “Oh, my, it’s wonderful to be home. I did have a lovely time, but four months away from my family is more than enough. I think I’ve seen enough of the world to keep me for a few years.”

“Have you been home yet?”

“Oh, long enough to drop my luggage off, then I came straight here. I called Laura from the port to let her know I’d arrived. She promised to come by the house later.”

“Why don’t you stay here tonight, Mum? We’ll have Laura drop by and make it a family get-together.”

Ann shook her head. “It sounds tempting, but I really need to unpack and get the house back in order. Tell you what – I’ll come back here tomorrow afternoon and stay for a few days, if that’s all right with you.”

“You’re always welcome here, Mum,” said Jess. “The girls will be thrilled to bits.”

“Speaking of the girls…  where are they? I was hoping for the full welcome committee!”

“Um, they’re hanging out upstairs,” Jess replied, suddenly wondering what her daughters were up to at that moment. Could they be having sex? Do they even have their clothes on? “Wait a tick, I’ll fetch them.”

Hastening to the foot of the stairs, she called out, “Girls?”

A moment later, she saw Katie, peering over the railing. Sure enough, her nine-year-old was stark naked. “What’s up, Mum?” The girl’s tone suddenly turned coquettish. “Wanna come up and play with us?”

Fucking hell, Jess thought, tightening her jaw. Before Katie could say anything incriminating, she quickly said, “Go get your sisters and come downstairs – your gran is here!”

Kate froze for an instant, then loudly replied, “Coming, Mum!” before darting back into one of the bedrooms, her bare feet thumping on the floor.

Listening closely, Jess could hear the muted buzzing of the girls’ excited voices, then the sounds of hasty movement. Sure enough, they’re getting dressed. She imagined it, the entire scenario.

Alice up on all fours, Poppy licking her from behind the way she likes to do it, both of them naked. Suddenly Katie hastens into the room, also nude. “Quick, put some clothes on!” she blurts. “Gran’s here!” Poppy and Alice leap to their feet, then the three girls are scrambling into whatever they can snatch up from the floor.

It was an enticing vision, probably not the best thing to be thinking about at that particular moment. At this rate, I’ll need to change my knickers, Jess told herself. They’re already damp.

Then Poppy was racing down the stairs, shrieking “Nonna!” with Alice and Katie hot at her heels, each spinning round the bannister in turn as they raced to hug their grandmother, almost bowling her over in the process.

Drawing the eager trio into her arms, Ann gave a blissful sigh. “Hello, my darlings. Oh my, how I’ve missed this. Here, let me have a proper look at you.”

Once the girls stepped back, Ann took Alice by the shoulders and looked her up and down, nodding her approval. “Alice, I swear you’ve grown six inches since I left… why, you’re nearly as tall as me!  And look at you two,” she continued, turning to Katie and Poppy. “Goodness me, I feel like I’ve been away a year.”

Then she frowned slightly. “Poppy, you’ve got your top on the wrong way round.”

Sure enough, the child’s Totoro t-shirt was inside out. Jess also suspected that her seven-year-old was completely bare beneath the bright pink shorts she wore.

Glancing down, Poppy exclaimed, “Oops! I did, huh?” And just like that, she tugged the shirt up and off, revealing her flat chest. She quickly reversed it, then wriggled back inside, moving her hips from side to side in a cute dance. When her head popped through, she wrapped both arms around Ann’s waist. “Thanks, Nomma!”

Ann buried her lips in Poppy’s hair, murmuring “Precious child.”

“We want to hear all about the places you’ve been, Gran!” Katie declared, tugging at Ann’s hand. “Come sit with us.”

“Now, Gran can’t stay for very long,” Jess cautioned. “She has to get home and unpack. But she’ll be coming back tomorrow to stay with us through the weekend! What d’you think of that?”

The girls all cheered, Katie eagerly clapping her hands.

“Hurray!” Poppy exclaimed, hugging Ann’s waist, resting her cheek against the woman’s tummy. “Oh, Nomma, we’ll have loads of fun.”

Something in Poppy’s tone caught Jessica’s attention. She studied her youngest, slightly alarmed. Is she flirting with her grandmother? That business with the t-shirt… And sure, Poppy loves to give hugs, but she’s barely let go of Mum since coming down the stairs. Hmm, maybe I should have a little chat with her later.

Beaming at her granddaughters, Ann said, “Who wants to see what I brought back with me? I’ve got gifts for everyone.” She bent to pick up her bag as the girls whooped with delight.

“Let’s get comfortable first,” Jess said, wandering into the living room, Ann and the girls close behind. Everyone piled onto the large sofa – Ann, Alice and Poppy took the three seats, while Jess perched on the left arm and Katie draped herself over the right. It didn’t escape Jessica’s notice that Poppy was snuggling very closely with her gran.

Ann unfastened the silver clasps that held her bag closed. “I wanted to get each of you something special, not just pick up something at the airport. I had a marvellous time shopping for the right gifts, by the way.” Reaching into the bag, she took out several beautiful wrapped packages. “Each one is from a different country.” She passed a package the size of a small book to Poppy.

“Ooohh, this paper is so nice!” Poppy squealed, examining the parcel from all angles. “I’m gonna save it.” She carefully peeled the wrapping away, which left her holding a green velvet box. This she opened to find a beautiful gold necklace with a pearl drop emerald. “Wow…” she breathed, completely awed.

“That’s from Italy,” said Ann. “Emeralds always do look lovely on redheads, and when I saw this one it made me think of you, Poppy. I found it on a visit to Lake Como, in this little town called Bellagio with the most wonderful little shops. Your grandfather and I went there several times.”

Next was Katie’s gift, a gold filigree ball pendant with a ruby inside. “Now that’s from Croatia, a truly beautiful country with lovely people, just like Italy.”

Alice’s gift was a Spanish gold heart pendant that opened so a picture or lock of hair could be kept inside.

Needless to say, the girls were all beside themselves with delight, and swarmed Ann with hugs and kisses.

Lastly, Ann had two gifts for Jess, handing her the larger of the two first. “We had a tour of Parfumerie Fragonard in Eze in the south of France to see how they create perfumes. I had this fragrance made especially for you; there’s a little note in the box with the list of ingredients.”

Jess sprayed a little on her wrist and brought it to her nose. “This smells lovely, Mum. Here, girls, what do you think?”

Alice, Katie and Poppy took turns sniffing at her wrist, and each announced their approval. Ann continued. “They had thousands of little bottles on shelves in this huge laboratory with just about every scent you could think of. The people who work there can tell you everything that’s in a perfume just by smelling it.”

She handed her daughter a smaller box. “Now, open this one.” Inside, Jess found an ornate gold ring. Rather than a solid band, it was a delicate filigree pattern interspersed with tiny embedded gems.

“Mum, it’s gorgeous. Are these diamonds?”

“Yes. It’s handmade from Montenegro. I got matching rings for you and Laura.”

“My God, Mum, this… all these gifts – they must have cost you a fortune.”

“Jess, Jess… what better way is there to spend my money than on my family? I like beautiful things, I like to spoil my granddaughters… and my daughters, of course. I’ve more money than I know what to do with, and if I… Well, never mind, we’ll talk about this later.” Noticing Jessica’s curious look, Ann added, “Oh, don’t worry, darling, it’s just an idea I had.”

“Colour me intrigued, Mum.” She turned to the girls. “All right, young ladies… take your gifts upstairs and put them away somewhere safe, then get on with your homework. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

With one last flurry of thanks, hugs and kisses for their gran, Alice, Katie and Poppy raced up the staircase. Ann watched them disappear with a happy sigh. “Goodness, I’ve missed them.” Kissing Jessica’s cheek, she added, “You too, my dear.”

“Are you staying for dinner, Mum?”

“It’s a tempting offer… but no, I’d best be off soon. They had a laundry on the ship, but I still need to do a couple of loads. Oh, and open up the house to get some air in… it was dreadfully stuffy when I dropped my bags off. Then there’s Mr. Routledge next door – he’s been taking in my mail, and I need to pick it up. There might be something important that can’t wait.”

“Sometimes it amazes me that we ever managed to get you to retire, Mum. “Well, at least come and have a cuppa before I start dinner. We can get caught up.”

They adjourned to the kitchen, where Jess made a pot of tea.

Ann settled into a chair. “So, I’ll tell you all about the places I visited tomorrow, but first I want to know all the news from the home front. How’s your business doing?”

“Very well, actually. I’ve been thinking of expanding, even opening another shop. You know Blanche Turner, don’t you?”

“Somewhat; enough to say hello to. We’ve spoken at business gatherings, and a couple of those social and charity events she organises. What about her?”

“She and I had a chat about my business. Nothing detailed, but she was interested in lending a hand if I was looking to expand, especially into the high-end market. I think she might have some premises available.”

“Well, that sounds promising.”

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Jess said. “The girls are all doing really well at school. Tomorrow, they’re let out for the summer.” She seated herself across from Ann. “But I do have some big news for you. I’m seeing someone.”

“Well, it’s about time,” said Ann, breaking into a huge smile. “That is big news. I was worried you’d never find someone after that rotter Mark made himself scarce. How long have you been dating?”

“Since just after you left on your cruise.”

“And is it serious?”

“Very. Actually, it’s more than serious. We want to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“And all this has happened in the four months I’ve been away? Goodness me! Do I know him?”

Taking a deep breath, Jess took the plunge. “You do… but it’s not a ‘he’, Mum, It’s Rachel.”

Ann’s eyes widened “Rachel?”

“Rachel Thomas, from across the road; my best friend. Well, now we’re a couple.”

“You mean…”

“That’s right, Mum, I’m gay. Took me years to figure it out, but now I know who I really am. What do you think?”

Gazing into Jessica’s eyes, Ann said, “Just one question. Does she make you happy?”

“More than I’ve been since the girls were born.”

“How do they feel about it?”

“They love having two mums, actually. Not to mention an extra pair of sisters!”

Ann took Jessica’s hand between hers, “If that’s how you feel, then I’m delighted for you both.”

Jess leaned over and hugged her mother. “So… you’re okay with both your daughters being lesbians?”

“Well, I might feel differently if you hadn’t already given me three lovely granddaughters. Seriously, though, I think it’s wonderful. I just wish your sister would find someone special and settle down. She’s been playing the field for much too long, wandering the globe like the Flying Dutchman.”

“I spoke to Laura about how best to come out to you. She was very sure you’d be okay with it.” For a moment, Jess toyed with the notion of telling Mum about Alice and Bella being girlfriends, but decided to keep that new under wraps for the moment. On the other hand… “She also mentioned something else.”

“Oh, what was that, love?”

“I think you have something to tell me, Mother,” Jess said, giving her mother a questioning look.

Slowly nodding, Ann said, “Laura must have told you about my, umm, date. With a woman.”

“Yes, she did.”

“How much did she tell you?”

“Just that you visited a dating site and ended up going out with a woman; and things went considerably farther than a simple good night kiss.”

“Oh, it’s true,” Ann said, looking a little sheepish. “Since your father died, I haven’t looked for anyone else. I mean, I didn’t want a long term relationship, but I have a couple of male friends I can always call on when I need a plus-one, no sex involved.

“What happened was… I just started to think about life after your father and the business, and realised I wanted something more. The plan was to spend as much time as I could with you, Laura and the girls, but I also found myself thinking about… well, exploring a physical relationship again. Having sex.

“Anyway, I was curious about online dating, so I thought I’d just take a look; see what type of people used it. I was looking at men, of course, but I must’ve clicked on the wrong link… and suddenly all these profiles of women were on my screen. I was curious, and read a few of them. Before I knew it, I was messaging someone named Gina who was looking to connect with an older woman – just to chat at first, then, perhaps, to meet.

“It wasn’t my intention to actually date a woman, but… well, honestly, I liked her. So I accepted Gina’s offer to meet for a coffee and a chat. Oh, I knew she was probably looking for sex, but thought perhaps we could just be friends and leave it at that.”

“Mum… you do know those websites are all about hooking up, right? Did you actually tell this woman about just wanting to be friends with her? You couldn’t have done!”

Now Ann was blushing. “Well, no. You have to understand, Jess – I was acting completely on impulse. To be honest, I didn’t let myself think too much about getting together with Gina. Maybe in the back of my mind, I was interested in trying it out with a woman… or open to the possibility, at least.” She paused, took a sip of tea. “What it boils down to is that I wanted to meet this woman, so I did. Simple as that.”

“Fair enough. So – how did the meeting go?”

“Soon as I entered the cafe, I got a surprise. Maybe I didn’t check Gina’s details properly, but it turned out she was quite a bit younger.”

“Hmmm. Yeah, Laura told me she was in her mid-thirties or thereabouts.”

Jess caught the expression on her mother’s face as Ann quickly focused on her tea cup. “Mum? I saw that look. You’re holding something back.”

Briefly closing her eyes, Ann murmured, “Look, Jess, I didn’t want to tell Laura the truth because of her… well, I know she often gets involved with older women, and I was a bit embarrassed for her to find out that I was exploring sex with someone so young, especially a woman.”

Jess repressed a smile. If only you knew what Laura’s into now, mother dear... “She told me you were a bit cagey when she started asking about Gina’s age. What is it, exactly?”

“I – I hope you won’t think badly of me.”

“Oh, Mum, of course not. I wouldn’t begrudge you seeing someone; no matter who. Laura would feel the same. You deserve to be happy.” She gave her mother a wry smile. “This Gina… she’s not a teenager, is she?”

“Jess!” Ann gasped, a flush of pink appearing in her cheeks. “Where on earth do you get these ideas? No, that’s not it. Here’s what happened. When I saw Gina on the computer screen she looked older, but when I met her in the cafe, she admitted to being only twenty-five.

“I’m embarrassed to admit that I panicked a bit. I told her perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to meet, and maybe I should go… but she pleaded with me to stay and talk. I couldn’t bring myself to say no.

“Gina told me she’d always been attracted to older women, but was too timid to approach anyone. It took her weeks just to work up the courage to post an ad on the dating site! Anyway, we began to chat, then ended up talking for two hours. Once Gina got past her shyness, she was sweet and charming, and we had a perfectly lovely time.

“After a while, the cafe was growing crowded and they needed the table, so I was about to tell Gina goodbye and head for home, But she lived nearby, and asked if I’d like to come back to her flat for a slice of apple crumble – she’d just made it the night before. And so… I did.”

“But, Mum… didn’t you assume that she was going to make a move on you?”

“I wasn’t sure,” Ann replied, gesturing helplessly. “It seemed so… so bloody odd that a young woman as lovely as Gina would be attracted to me in the first place. I think half the reason I accepted her invitation was to – to find out if she really did want me that way.”

“What was the other half?” asked Jess, touching Ann’s hand.

Suddenly unable to meet her daughter’s probing gaze, Ann looked away, her cheeks now flushed a bright pink. “I… I didn’t even tell your sister this,” she mumbled, “I’m not sure why not. Still struggling with these feelings about, well, what I really want, I suppose.” She turned back to Jess. “I was interested in – in taking things further with Gina.”

“I understand, Mum. That’s how I felt about Rachel.” And my girls, she thought.

“It surprised me. Oh, I’d felt curiosity about that sort of thing when Laura came out, but never entertained the notion of trying it for myself. Even after meeting Gina at the dating site, I didn’t take the idea seriously. But after spending time with this charming, lovely young woman… I found myself imagining what it would be like. With her. And I wanted to find out.”

Jess sat quietly, her hand still resting on Ann’s. Nonetheless, she was smouldering inside, her arousal at fever pitch as she took in the story of her mum’s lesbian experience.

Ann continued. “Gina was showing me round her flat, taking her time with it while we talked. We were looking at this amazing collection of glass figurines she has, then she asked if she could kiss me, right out of the blue. I was caught off guard and didn’t answer… but if I had, my answer would have been yes. Then, before I knew it, her mouth was on mine.

“I tensed up, but not for long… then I was kissing her back. It was lovely; truly lovely. Next thing I knew we were getting a bit intimate, and Gina had undone my top.”

“Were you excited?” asked Jess, her own excitement still steadily mounting. She ached to touch her cunt, but had to settle for pressing her thighs together.

“SO excited, darling. I hadn’t had those feelings since… well, you know, and now I was having them with a young woman! She encouraged me to touch her… and it took a moment to get my courage up, but then I found myself fondling Gina’s breasts through her top. She’d gone without a bra, by the way.

“When she offered to make love to me, I found myself at a loss for words yet again… but I didn’t need to say a thing – instead, I just looked into Gina’s eyes and nodded. Then she was leading me to the bedroom.”

“So… how was it?”

“Good. Very good, in fact. I actually cried after she made me… finish.” Ann rolled her eyes. “I was embarrassed beyond belief, but she seemed to understand, thank Christ.”

Jess nodded. “I did that once with Rachel. Um… so what did you two get up to in bed? Are you comfortable sharing that kind of information?”

“Not exactly,” Ann replied, frowning slightly.

“Oh, Mum… I’m not going to judge you, or treat you like a fallen woman.” Pausing, she broke into a wicked grin. “Tell you what – you can ask me anything about what Rachel and I do when we fuck. To my beloved bi-curious mum, my sex life is now an open book!”

“You’re trying to shock me, daughter dearest, and it won’t work.” Ann replied, then laughed. “She went down on me, I’ll tell you that much. And it was bloody spectacular.”

By then, Jess had soaked through her knickers. “Did you return the favour?”

“I’m not sure if I was ready to do that anyway, but Gina didn’t give me the chance. She kept saying that this time was all about me… but she promised that if I went on a real date with her, she’d let me do anything I wanted. That was only two days before my cruise. I promised to – to give her a call when I got back.”

Jess waited for more… and when none came, asked, “Um… have you phoned her, then?”

“Oh… I’m not sure what to do, Jessica. I had a lovely time with Gina, but what kind of relationship can I have with a woman thirty years younger? The whole situation makes me feel awkward.”

“Mum! You can’t give her the brush-off like that! Look, Gina really liked you, and she deserves a phone call, at least – especially since you promised you’d get in touch.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Ann mumbled. “I’ll ring her up. But she’ll try to persuade me to see her again.”

“Listen to me, Mother. There’s nothing wrong with seeing her, for God’s sake. There’s nothing wrong with making love to her! Stop worrying about what society thinks, and do what you want!”

“I don’t know, Jessica…”

Leaning back in her chair, Jess thought for a moment, then said, “Mum, it’s perfectly okay for you to take a younger female lover, as long as the woman in question is willing – and your friend Gina clearly is.” She paused once more, then came out with it. “You know, I’ve been with a younger woman myself. A teenager, actually.”

Ann sat up straight, her eyes wide. “Y-you have? How old was she?”

“Sixteen. Sally’s her name; she works in my shop.” Ann gasped, so Jess hastened to add, “And before you get your dander up, I didn’t seduce her – she made the first move. Oh, and Rachel knows about her. It happened before she and I became lovers.”

“How on earth did you end up in a situation like that?”

“Sally came by one day to borrow some of my fashion-oriented literature. We had a little chat, and out of the blue, she kissed me. I’m afraid that I did respond, though that’s as far as things went. Then she paid me another visit… and that time, I gave in. By then, I was definitely interested, so she didn’t have to work very hard to persuade me. It was the first lesbian experience for us both, and we had a marvellous time. Sally’s a lovely girl.”

Ann nodded thoughtfully. “I see. Did you ever, um, make love to her again?”

“Oh, Sally now has a girlfriend of her own.” Jess didn’t mention that she and Rachel had not only hooked Sally up with her new partner, but engaged in a torrid foursome with both girls. “Anyway, my point is that you shouldn’t dismiss the idea of being with Gina again. If anyone’s earned the right to an evening or two of casual sex, it’s you.”

“My goodness… that’s quite a lot for me to digest,” Ann murmured, then broke into a shaky laugh. “And I was thinking you’d be the one who was shocked.” She rose from her seat. “Anyway, you and I have more catching up to do, and I want to spend more time with the girls, of course. For now, I need to get home and get the house in some kind of order. I’ve got a meeting tomorrow at lunchtime, then I’ll be back in the late afternoon like I promised.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll invite Rachel and her girls to join us for dinner.”

“A capital idea! I want to get to know the woman who stole my little girl’s heart… and meet my two new granddaughters.”

“They’ll adore you, I promise. Oh, and Mum? I need to take Alice and Katie to the dentist this Thursday… while I’m doing that, could you look after Poppy? Also, Rachel wants to spend a day in London where we do a bit of shopping, take in a show and make a ladies’ night of it, so you can have the girls all to yourself for the evening.”

“I’d love that. See me out?”

“Oh, of course.” Jess stood, then accompanied Ann to the front door. “I’ll call Rachel later, let her know.” She drew the older woman into a cosy embrace. “Love you, Mum.”

“Love you too, dearest. See you tomorrow.” Mother and daughter exchanged a brief kiss, then Ann made her exit.

Moving to the window, Jess watched her mum climb into her car and drive away. A good start, she told herself. Even if I can’t get her in bed with Rachel and me, I can talk her into giving Gina another go. If the sex is really as good as Mum says, that should be enough to convert her to our side.

She glanced at the clock. Hmmm… wonder what the girls are up to? Behaving themselves, I suppose. Did they hear Mum leaving? If not, I ought to let them know the coast is clear. Better yet, let’s give them a lovely surprise… 

Jessica mounted the stairs. She undressed as she went, carelessly discarding her clothes along the way.

On to Chapter Thirty-Seven!