The Story Thus Far
Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?
Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!
Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.
Chapter 4: In which smelling becomes tasting, and a visit to the bird sanctuary turns into an afternoon of naughty panty-modeling fun with Sarah, Judy and five-year-old Izzy. Bloody hell, now sister and niece are in on the act!
Chapter 5: In which poor Mr Ruffles suffers more teddy abuse, Sarah and Kerry’s kinky game goes one step further, and Judy pops round for coffee with little Izzy. A shared lollipop leads to more sharing. Appalling!
Chapter 6: In which Frankie and Sarah tiptoe into Kerry’s bedroom while she’s asleep, and an innocent picnic for the children turns into an afternoon of amateur taboo photography. Snap snap snap!
Chapter 7: In which Kerry’s teacher asks awkward questions, Sarah and Kerry finger each other in the car, and Kerry picks on Frankie while Sarah watches. Why, I’m all aquiver!
Chapter 8: In which Frankie and Sarah show Kerry the delights of lesbian sex again, this time the hardcore version, and Judy and Sarah hatch a plan to swap daughters for the night. Oh boy, it’s gonna get messy!
Chapter 9: In which cute little Izzy comes for a sleepover. Naked Twister and raunchy photographs ensue, followed by bath, fisting and bed. Dickens, it ain’t!
by BlueJean
1
Is it possible to get a hangover from too much sex? I don’t know, but I sure felt like shit when I woke up on Saturday, the morning after our sex party with Izzy. On the other side of the bed, a nude Frankie was spooning my equally naked niece, the two of them slumbering peacefully. It was almost a picture of endearing innocence, like one of those tasteful art prints that used to be popular before paedophile hysteria infected the internet, when a naked child was just a naked child.
But there had been nothing innocent about the things we’d done with that little girl the night before. No, indeed.
Despite my wretched state, I was beginning to feel arousal stir anew. I was tempted to wake Izzy and Frankie, see if they were up for some early morning fun, but they looked so peaceful I decided to let them sleep on. Instead, I went downstairs to find painkillers for my pounding head.
Ten minutes later I was sitting up to the kitchen table with a mug of strong coffee and a box of ibuprofen, scrolling through the pictures on my phone.
“Jesus… what the hell is wrong with us?“ I muttered, a hand already wandering down between my legs.
I was about to treat myself to a couple of fingers when I heard a car pull into the driveway. Seeing Kerry and Judy through the kitchen window, I opened the back door and let them in before they could ring the doorbell.
“Shhh. Frankie and Izzy are still fast asleep upstairs,“ I told Judy. “Go and have a peek, but don’t wake them up.“
While Judy crept upstairs, I sat back down at the kitchen table, and Kerry slumped into my lap. She clearly hadn’t got much sleep. I don’t think any of us had.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” I asked her.
She leaned back against me with a yawn. “Mmm.“
“Mmm? That’s all you’ve got for me? Mmm? You’ll have to give me something better than that, Princess Peanut.“
“We did send you some pictures.“
“You did. But I bet you got up to lots of other things with Aunt Judy.“
Kerry looked at me sagely. “So, I let Aunt Judy finger me. And then she licked my pussy, and it was, like,” she rolled her eyes, “so amazing! And then I asked if I could do the same to her, and she said I could, and she was, like, stroking my hair while I licked her? And telling me what a good job I was doing and stuff? And I told her about that thing where, y’know, two girls can lick each other at the same time.“
“A sixty-nine?“
“Yeah. So we did that for ages.“
I gave her a little pout, then a kiss on the brow. “I’m jealous.“
“Huh? Why?“
“Because I wanted to be the first to do those things with you.“
“Oh.“
“I love you so much, Kerry. You know that, right?“
“Duh. Of course I know. You’re my mum.“
“Just as long as you always remember. No matter what happens, Mummy will always love you.“
Judy came into the kitchen, hands clasped under her chin. “Frankie and Izzy look so cute together!“
I nodded. “I know, right? They adore each other.“
“I took a sneaky pic. To go with the, uh, naughtier ones…“
“Put them in an encrypted folder, Judy. Like, today. Seriously.“
Judy took a seat next to me at the kitchen table. “Yes, yes. I’m not a complete idiot.“ She leaned into me. “You and Frankie really went to work on my baby girl, didn’t you?“
I touched my brow to hers. “I hear you were pretty busy, too.“
Judy brought her lips to mine, but veered off at the last moment, planting a kiss on Kerry’s neck instead. Kerry smiled dreamily.
“We had a wonderful time, didn’t we, Kerry?“ Judy said. “We had to be very quiet, though.“
“Yeah. Aunt Judy had to put a hand over her mouth when, you know…”
“When you made me come,” Judy finished for her. She fixed me with a wicked look. “When I came over your little girl’s pretty face.“
“Mummy?“
“Yes, Kerry?“
“Shall we show Aunt Judy the game?“
Judy curved an eyebrow. “The game?“
“Yes, I think that’s a very good idea. Let’s show Aunt Judy the game.“
2
Kerry slid off me so I could stand up. She sat back down in the chair and looked up at me expectantly. I gave her blonde locks a tender stroke.
“Come on, Mummy,” she said quietly, nodding her head in encouragement. “Let’s play.”
I slowly drew my dressing gown to one side, revealing my naked lower half. An intrigued Judy propped her chin with a hand.
Treating my sister to a cool look, I snaked a hand down to my belly, then a little further to the neat patch of hair I kept, not quite going as far as my slit. I brought two fingers to Kerry’s nose, drawing them across her top lip.
“This is how the game starts, Judy,” I said. “A little girl catches a whiff of pussy on her mummy’s fingers.“
“Is that so?“
“Mmm. Trouble is, Mummy’s a bit of a perv, so the next time we get them extra juicy.” I pushed a couple of digits into my pussy, drew them slowly back out, then brought them to Kerry’s nose. She breathed in my scent.
“Wow… it’s really strong today, Mum,” Kerry said.
“I suppose it would be. We got awfully messy with Izzy last night, and I haven’t showered yet.“
“I’ve always loved your smell,” Judy told me, pulling her chair a little closer.
I dipped two fingers into my cunt again, sloshing them around. “Anyway, Kerry and I were soon taking things to the next level.“
Into Kerry’s waiting mouth my fingers went. Judy drew in a little breath of delight, a hand reaching up to knead a breast. “Ooh, I never thought of doing that with Izzy.”
“And don’t forget that other thing we did,” Kerry said when she’d sucked my fingers clean. “When you rubbed your pussy on my face.“
Judy’s eyes went wide. “Bad Mummy!” she exclaimed with a smirk.
“But I was wearing panties that time,” I said, thoughtfully stroking my chin. “It’d be rude to do it without panties.“
“Oh. Yeah, I s’pose.“ Kerry couldn’t hide her disappointment. Then her face lit up. “You could go put some knickers on.“
I made a show of mulling that over. “Mmm. I guess I could. But I don’t want to wake Frankie and Izzy.“
“What if you were really quiet? Like, tiptoe in and out.“
“Huh. You know, maybe we could do it without the panties. Just this once. Ah, no, what am I saying? That’d be taking things too far.“
“Oh, stop teasing her, Sarah,” Judy said with a chuckle. “Mummy’s just winding you up, Kerry.“
Kerry gave me a half-hearted slap on the arm. “That’s mean!“
“Stand up a moment, Kerry,” I told my daughter. Sitting in the chair she’d just vacated, I opened my robe, then spread my knees apart. “Get a cushion and kneel down in front of me.“
Kerry did as I asked. I cradled her head and drew her towards my aching cunt. “No touching yet. Just smell me. Up really close.“
I could see her nostrils flaring as she breathed in my musky scent.
“Nice?“ I asked her.
She gave me a small nod and took another series of quick sniffs.
“Slow down, sweetheart. Close your eyes and breathe me in. Long, slow breaths in. Long, slow breaths out.“
Judy leaned across to trail kisses down my neck. “Oh, Sarah. That’s so sexy. Let her lick you now.“
I shook my head. “Not just yet. I want you to finger me, Judy. And when you’ve got them nice and juicy, put them in Kerry’s mouth.“
My sister trailed a hand down between my thighs and cupped my pussy. She stroked me there for a few moments before plunging two fingers inside. “God, you’re so fucking wet.“
“I know. And it’s all for Kerry. Take them out now.“
Judy withdrew her fingers, now coated in a thin, pearly goo, then brought them up to taste.
I caught her wrist; gave her a disapproving shake of the head. “Uh-uh. That’s not for you, big sister. Put them in my little girl’s mouth. Now.“
Kerry peered up at us. Judy made a show of twirling her wet fingers as they made their way to my daughter’s mouth. Kerry let her lips envelop them, humming happily as she tasted me.
“That’s it, baby bird,” I cooed, prising my pussy open with two fingers so Kerry could see how wet I was for her. “Let Aunt Judy feed you from Mummy’s cunt. Put them back inside, Judy. Don’t fuck me with them, though. Just slide them all the way in and then all the way out. Then put them in Kerry’s mouth again.“
My sister offered me a sultry look before slipping her fingers inside, right up to the second knuckle. She drew them back out, then slipped them into my daughter’s waiting mouth.
“Again,” I demanded. “Faster. Feed my baby bird.“
Judy’s fingers made little squelchy noises as they plunged in and out, now dripping with my juices. Kerry didn’t have time to suck them completely clean, so she just sat there with her face a couple of inches away from my open cunt, lips slightly parted as she waited for her aunt to feed her. Judy kept up a steady rhythm – pussy to mouth, mouth to pussy, pussy to mouth once more.
I caught my sister’s wrist before she could penetrate me again. “Kerry?“
Kerry peered up at me with doe eyes. “Hmm?“
“Would you like Aunt Judy to feed you from her pussy, too?“
“Oh. Yes, please,” said my daughter with a wet grin.
“Strip down to your panties, then,” I told her. “I don’t want to get that nice new t-shirt mucky.“
“Yeah, right. Nothing at all to do with wanting to ogle your little girl in her knicks,” Judy scoffed.
“Shush,” I said. “And while you’re shushing, you can take your trousers and knickers off, big sister.”
Kerry let her t-shirt fall to the floor, then kicked her shorts away. ”Sit on the edge of the table,“ I told her, so she hoisted herself onto the breakfast table and sat with legs dangling, sporting a look of keen anticipation.
I moved next to the table and let my robe fall open. “Come stand next to me, Judy.“
My sister was now naked from the waist down. She took her place at my side, regarding my little girl with hungry eyes.
“Looking at Kerry excites you, doesn’t it?“ I asked her.
“It does. She looks so beautiful,” Judy told me.
“Do you like her smooth chest?“
“You know I do.“
“Do you like the little pink panties she’s wearing?“
“God, yes.“
“Then show her how much she turns you on. Put a hand between your legs and finger yourself.“
While Judy eased a couple of fingers into her cunt, I did the same to mine. My pussy was a hot sponge saturated with liquid. I pulled my fingers out and popped them into Kerry’s mouth.
“Now you do it, Judy. Give Kerry your fingers to taste. No, wait. Let her smell them first.“
Trembling with excitement, Judy brought two glistening fingers to Kerry’s nose and held them there.
I began to masturbate as I watched my daughter enjoy her aunt’s scent. “Oh yeah, that’s so hot. Does Aunt Judy smell nice?“
Kerry smiled shyly, nodding her head.
“Are you ready to taste her?“
“Mmm-hmm. You can put them in my mouth now, Aunt Judy.“
Judy slipped her fingers between my daughter’s lips and let her suck them clean.
“That’s good, Judy. Finger yourself some more while I let Kerry taste me again.“
My sister plunged her fingers back inside herself, pumping them in and out while I treated Kerry to more of my honey, coating her lips with the warm balm, then letting her taste what was left.
“Your turn, Judy,“ I said when my little girl had sucked me clean.
Judy offered Kerry her sticky fingers while I fucked myself some more.
In her eagerness to taste her aunt, Kerry dribbled pearls of saliva and pussy juice down her chin. “Oops,” she said with a smirk, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand.
“It’s okay to make a mess, sweetie,” I told her. “That’s why I had you take your clothes off. Are we being too dirty? We can stop if you want us to.“
“No, I like it,” Kerry insisted. “Keep doing it, okay?“
“Good girl. Open wide for Mummy’s fingers. Here they co-ome…“
Judy and I went back and forth. Her fingers. My fingers. Hers. Mine. From pussy to mouth, over and over again. Kerry let the viscous fluid dribble down onto her chest, giggling as it trickled over her nipples and belly.
“Such a messy girl,” I cooed.
My sister was near frantic with lust beside me, her knees bent at slight angles as she fucked herself hard and fast. “Christ almighty, S-Sarah. You’ve got such a f-filthy mind.“
“Thank you, sister,” I told her sweetly. “Why have you stopped feeding Kerry, though? Don’t you want to share with her anymore?“ I was teasing, of course. I knew she was about to go off.
I was ready to come too, gripping the table with one hand while I strummed myself for all I was worth. “Come with me, Judy. Let’s come for my little girl.“
Leaning in, I could smell us both on Kerry, rich, thick and musky. It was enough to take me over the edge, and Judy wasn’t far behind, fingers pressed into her sex as her mouth opened and closed in mute ecstasy.
I reached out and slipped two fingers into my sister’s spent cunt. When I took them back they were dripping. “One more taste, Peanut. This is an extra special one. Judy, get your fingers in my pussy, then feed them to Kerry.“
Together, we fed my daughter each other’s spend, then leaned in to kiss her in turn, tasting ourselves on her lips and in her mouth.
Judy turned to me, resting her brow against mine. “You’re a filthy, filthy girl, Sarah Hudson. I only came to drop Kerry off, for heaven’s sake.“
“Stay,” I told her. “Let’s see what else we can all get up to.“
Judy gave me a nod. “Let her lick you now,” she murmured in my ear. “You’ve held back long enough. I want to see your little girl lick your pussy.“
I took a seat and opened my legs for my daughter. And if that wasn’t invitation enough, I offered her a sassy look, too. “Well? You want to taste Mummy’s pussy for real, instead of from her fingers? Or should I close my legs again?” I slowly began to move my knees together. “Don’t spend too much time thinking about it, Princess Peanut…”
“Uh, no, wait!” Kerry squealed, pushing herself from the table top with considerable urgency. She took her place on the floor, kneeling between my legs, eyes dancing with anticipation.
I cradled her face in both hands, gently coaxing her towards my pulsating sex. “I know you’ve been waiting for this. So have I. Time to feed from Mummy. Lick me, Kerry.“
This slow, drawn out seduction of my little girl over the last few weeks had been all kinds of fun, but now I needed her tongue on me. In me. The floodgates had been well and truly opened. Why pretend any longer?
I gave an involuntary jerk when Kerry’s mouth made contact with my sex, still sensitive from coming moments earlier. Spreading my legs even wider, I brushed her blonde locks to one side.
Both hands laced in her lap, Kerry leaned in and gently lapped at my cunt.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, my fingers trailing through her hair. “You’re doing a lovely job. Lick up and down some more. Mmmm, suck on this little bump at the top, too. Ooooh, yes… such a good girl.“
Judy had a hand between her legs. She leaned across to kiss me, her tongue hot and urgent in my mouth. “Fuck, Sarah. It all just gets better and better, doesn’t it?“
I let Kerry explore me a while longer, but my climax was imminent, and even though she was doing a wonderful job, I knew just the thing to make me come even harder. Sometimes I had Frankie do it to me when I topped her.
“Hold your tongue out for me,” I told Kerry. “Make it go all stiff.“
At any other time, I might have laughed at the sight of my eight-year-old poking her tongue out at me, but right then I was consumed by my own needs. I impaled myself on my little girl’s face, thrusting back and forth while her button nose bumped exquisitely against my clit. I grabbed handfuls of Kerry’s hair, clutching her to my spasming cunt. “S-sorry, sweetie… just need to… oh, yes!”
“Yeah, fuck her face, Sarah,” Judy hissed as she attacked her clit. “Looks so sexy watching you do that to your little one. Come on her. Come on her!”
The orgasm rippled through me, my pelvis working in short, erratic thrusts to grind out every last ounce of pleasure on my daughter’s face. I was using her like a toy. Using her like me and Frankie used each other sometimes. Would apologise later, coo at her like nice mummies are supposed to, take her to Nando’s, give her extra pocket money, whatever it took to smooth over any injured feelings. But now there was only Bad Mummy. And Bad Mummy took what she wanted.
Utterly spent, I took a moment to clear my head, then leaned down and kissed my daughter deeply, tasting myself on her. Our tongues met briefly before I broke away. “Got a little carried away there. You okay?”
A dazed Kerry could only bob her head up and down.
“Thank you,” I told her. “It was really nice. Uh… top marks!“ I clapped my hands. I actually fucking applauded.
“You’re welcome,” Kerry said with a deep bow, then broke into a grin. “What shall we do next? I want to rub my kitty on someone. Who wants to try that with me?”
Judy and I gave one another a wry look. My sister sat back down and patted her lap. “Get those knickers off and come sit on me, Kerr-bear.“
Kerry stepped out of her undies and planted herself on Judy, arms twining around my sister’s neck. Judy grabbed her arse and the two of them began grinding together, their mouths meeting in a heated kiss.
Still feeling randy, I plucked Kerry’s panties from the floor. I couldn’t help but smile. This was the pair that’d got us all into this mess in the first place, the pink ones I’d fished out of the laundry hamper and taken back to Frankie to share with her.
I gave them a little sniff while I watched her and Judy go at it.
3
Leaving Judy to recover from her own orgasm, my daughter and I eloped upstairs to share a shower. Mostly, I managed to confine myself to soaping Kerry and washing her hair, but I soon found myself lifting her up, pressing her naked body to mine while she wrapped her arms and legs around me, just like she used to when she was small.
When we were done, I took my time drying her with a towel, enjoying the intimacy of it.
“Did you and Aunt Judy do sex with Nanna when you were little?“ Kerry asked out of the blue.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the notion. “Nanna wasn’t that kind of mummy, to be honest. Besides, me and your aunt were too busy doing rude things with each other.“
“But if Nanna had wanted to do naughty things with you, would you have?“
“I’m not sure. I don’t remember ever thinking about her that way, but then, you probably never thought about me like that before we started fooling around, did you?“
Kerry shook her head. “No. But when you and Frankie let me watch you have sex for the first time, it was like, ‘Omigod, I just can’t stop thinking about doing that with Mummy and Frankie now!’ So maybe you would’ve been the same with Nanna if she’d showed you some things.“
“Mmm. Maybe.“
Kerry peered back at me with doe eyes. “Is it wrong? What we’re doing?“
I had no idea anymore. Was it wrong? I loved my little girl, of course I did, but the sex was something else entirely. It was hungry, devious, unconcerned about consequences. And maybe that was the problem. Everything we’d been doing had been through a filter of pornography, trying to recreate the things we’d seen on the internet, striving to make it as dirty and nasty as we could, just to see what it looked like. The imagery was potent; subversive, but surely, somewhere beneath the porn, it was nothing more than nature doing what nature does, animals being animals.
It’s just sex. Skin against skin. Intimacy between women and girls. Fuck society and its endless capacity for blame and guilt.
“No,” I told Kerry. “It’s not wrong for women to teach girls about sex, not if the girl genuinely wants to learn. If it was a man forcing you to do things without your consent, then yes, that would be wrong, but what we’re doing is different. It’s just a more personal way of showing you how girls make love, that’s all.“
And getting your eight-year-old to lick Mummy and Aunt Judy’s pussy juice from their fingers? Where does that fit into the whole sex education angle, Sarah? Hmm?
Shut up. I’m done with you. You’re not me, you’re just the last residue of guilt I’ve yet to shrug off.
Yes. Good. You’ve passed the test. Carry on.
“Do you want to lick my pussy now, Mummy?“ Kerry said, jogging me from my reverie.
“I’d love to, Peanut,” I said with a smile, as if my little girl had just asked me if I wanted to see a picture she’d drawn. “If you want me to.“
“I do.“
“Let’s do it in your room, then,“ I said, because eating a little girl out in a little girl’s bedroom is so much sexier, don’t you think?
In Kerry’s room, I picked out her cutest t-shirt to wear, the pink one with red hearts and Princess stenciled on the front. She was still naked from the waist down, of course. It was a good look for her.
Kerry lay back on the bedspread and opened her legs for me. I took in the sight of my little girl for a few heartbeats, admiring the smooth skin of her toned legs, the curve of her bottom, the plump swell of her mons, blonde hair spilling around her shoulders.
Finally, I could wait no longer, leaning in to gently kiss the creases between her vulva and inner thighs. I could smell the subtle musk of her natural scent. I dragged my tongue through her puffy slit and she gave a breathless giggle. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch me, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
She tasted ambrosial, fresh and delicate. I settled down on the bed to enjoy my daughter, teasing her with my tongue, delving between her plump lips. Kerry grabbed fistfuls of my hair, squirming beneath me while I nibbled gently at her labia. Finding her arsehole, I eased the tip of a finger inside, probing her with it while I sucked on her clit. I felt her legs begin to tremble beneath me.
“Mummy… Mummy!’”
I was making my little girl come. Making her come in my mouth. And it was okay.
It was all okay.
4
Leaving Kerry to rest, I went to see if Frankie and Izzy were awake yet.
Judy was in our bedroom with them. She and Frankie were kneeling on the bed with Izzy sandwiched between them, all three of them naked. My sister and my girlfriend each had hold of one of Izzy’s hands, encouraging the five-year-old to touch where no five-year-old should be touching.
“That’s it, rub up and down,” Judy was saying. “What a clever girl.“
“It’s all sticky and wet!” Izzy declared with a big grin.
“Shhh. Keep touching. And while you do that, Mummy’ll rub your belly for you. You like to have your belly rubbed, don’t you?“
“Mmm, yeah, it’s nice.“
“Play with her pussy, Frankie.“
Frankie cupped my niece’s vulva in the palm of her hand, gently squeezing it. She eased a finger into the little girl’s puffy slit, drawing it back and forth. “You’re doing such a good job, Izzy,” she crooned as she moved her hips against Izzy’s fingers. Frankie wasn’t usually one for encouragement unless there was something in it for her.
I stood in the doorway to watch while I dried my hair with a towel.
Judy peppered kisses down the child’s nape. “She smells of big girl pussy, Aunt Frankie,” she said with pretend disapproval. “Why does my little poppet smell of cunt?“
“I’m afraid we made a bit of a mess of her last night, Mummy,” Frankie told her, playing along with my sister’s theatrics. “Well, mostly it was me. You know how I get all oozy.“
“Frankie did a sex wee on me, Mummy!“ Izzy giggled.
Frankie grinned. “I sure did, Izzy Wizzy.“
“Naughty Frankie,” Judy said with a smirk. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs open. “Show me how you got my little girl to fist you, Frankie. I want to see if she can do us both at the same time.” She glanced over at me. “You don’t mind me borrowing your girlfriend for a while, do you, Sarah?“
I padded over to the chest of drawers to retrieve some fresh clothes. “Nah, glad to be rid of her. She’s a pain in the arse.“
Frankie gave me one of her pouts. “Mean. Stay and watch us, babe. It’s gonna be really dirty.“
I shook my head in amusement and left them to it.
5
Later that night, it was just the three of us. Me, Frankie and Kerry casually nude in our bed, laughing and nattering away.
Kerry lay between us, a finger idly tickling the neat patch of heart-shaped curls below Frankie’s navel. Frankie gently rolled one of my daughter’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
“It’s my birthday tomorrow, Frankie,” Kerry said.
“I know,” Frankie told her, though it seemed unlikely. She almost never remembers birthdays.
“Do you know how old I’ll be?“
“Seventeen.“
“Nope.“
“Three.“
“Nope. I’ll be nine.“
I kissed my little girl’s bare shoulder. “What do you want to do for your birthday, Peanut? We could invite some of your friends round if you like.“
Kerry thought about it for a moment. “Can we go to a posh restaurant? Just you, me and Frankie? We could get dressed up all nice.“
“Sure,” I said.
“Sure,” Frankie said. She planted a kiss on the little pink nipple she’d been toying with.
“And then we could come back home and do sex all night.“
“Okay, then,” I said.
“Rock and roll,” Frankie said.
“But it’s my birthday, so you both have to do what I say, okay? I’ll think of some good things we can try.“
Frankie and I shared a look of intrigued amusement. My little girl was becoming very bold.
Sexualised, Sarah. Sexualised. I’m pretty sure that’s the word you’re looking for.
So what? It would’ve happened anyway. She’s getting to that age when she wants to flash her pussy at anything with a pulse. We’re just letting her explore her sexuality in the safety of our home. Better this than exposing herself online like Toothbrush Girl, or attracting the attention of horny little boys with smeggy willies. It’s okay. It’s probably okay.
Kerry was climbing on top of Frankie, the two of them mouth to pussy. Some faint residue of motherhood wanted me to tell them, “No. Not allowed. Uh-uh,” but what was the point in pretending there were any boundaries left to cross?
“Gimme that sweet pussy,” Frankie growled, “before it turns nine.” She propped her head up with a pillow, then spread Kerry’s arse and pussy open. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
I watched as my lover explored my daughter with her tongue, alternating between pussy and arse, making Kerry’s holes glisten with saliva. I grabbed Frankie’s hair, pulling her head back so I could kiss her on the mouth, tasting my little girl on her. “Now get back to work,” I hissed, releasing her.
Kerry was French kissing Frankie’s cunt, sucking and licking her creamy lips. I leaned in to join her, our tongues mingling.
And there I was, sharing my girlfriend with my eight-year-old daughter. All boundaries broken, all lines crossed, all notions of normality pushed aside. This is what remains. A hole that’s too deep to climb out of. A one-way ticket to Wonderland.
6
Well? Have you had enough yet?
We should think about finishing up my little story, don’t you think? I know, I know – you were expecting it to end with the inevitable orgy. But there’s nothing I could tell you that you can’t already imagine for yourself. You’ve read it a thousand times before, and God knows, it feels like I’ve written it a thousand times.
I’m tired of telling it. I’m tired of it all. This wasn’t supposed to be my life. A work-from-home mother with no real ambition, no drive to be anything more, a woman so desperate for thrills that she seduced her own eight-year-old child. What a fucking legacy.
I jumped down that rabbit hole without a care in the world, and now I can’t find my way back up. And I guess that’s what was at the bottom all along – purgatory. Because an eternity of pleasure can be hell, too. Like being force-fed your favourite sweets until your stomach churns and roils.
Or maybe I haven’t been honest with you. Maybe I haven’t told you the truth.
Sure, why not? Let’s go with that.
I’m a compulsive liar. A fantasist who told a wild and sordid tale of sex with little girls. I don’t even have a kid. I just conjured up a make-believe daughter.
There’s no Frankie, either. She doesn’t exist. I mean, c’mon. A young, edgy, beautiful, sexually adventurous girl who never demanded anything of me other than a tongue in her pussy? Who never questioned anything I did? It’s too good to be true, isn’t it? No, Frankie was just an imaginary friend from my childhood.
Or let’s say it was all a bad dream. I’ll wake up soon and carry on with my boring run-of-the-mill life, ferrying my daughter to and from school, proofreading meaningless bullshit documents all day, shouting at Frankie to, “Stop leaving your fucking shoes on the stairs where anyone can trip on them!“
How about this. I’m a straight-jacket-wearing loony who tells this story to a shrink. “I took my child to bed,” I tell her. “I corrupted my sister. Oh, the power!” The shrink nods, makes occasional hums of acknowledgement. Sometimes she writes things down on her clipboard. I’m never leaving this padded room, am I? No, I don’t think so.
Pause. Rewind.
I’m a bored, middle-aged wife and mother who decided to spice up her life by secretly penning taboo tales of forbidden lust and posting them online. It’s just a bit of fun, for God’s sake! None of it’s real! Lighten up! It’s just fantasy, blah blah blah.
No, no, scrap that. I’m not even a woman. I’m a man who looked in the mirror one day and discovered he’d grown old and grey, a lifetime of catastrophic mistakes staring back at him. Now we reap all we’ve sown. Because it’s too late to make things right.
I’m broken.
What do I lack? How do I fill the gaps in my life? What paths do I follow? What traps do I set for myself?
I want out. Where’s the fucking exit?
I’m Frankie. I died in a car crash.
I’m Judy. I’m pregnant.
I drift into the beekeeper’s story. Then I drift out again.
I’m a ghost in the machine.
I’m Alice. I’m the Mad Hatter.
Echoes of all the things I’ve been. Of all the things I could’ve been. Of all the things I will be.
I’m so tired. Aren’t you tired, too?
No. We need to stop now. Don’t ask any more of me.
But I’ll tell you what – let’s end the story another way. Who’s to say whether it’s true or not, but we’re done concerning ourselves with trivial matters like truth, aren’t we? We’ve transcended all that bullshit, you and I.
Now listen.
7
I received a text from Kerry’s teacher, Felicity Blake. It read:
Sarah, I need to see you. You know the park next to the school? Meet me there at 6pm. Please come. It’s important.
I didn’t reply. Because I knew we’d been found out. I knew.
It was raining hard outside. I got the umbrella from the cupboard under the stairs and put it on the back seat of the car. I told Frankie and Kerry I was going up to the shop to buy wine and chocolate. I felt calm, like a prisoner being led to the gallows, nothing left to lose.
When I parked the car up ten minutes later, I could see Miss Blake sitting on a bench nearby, her plain cardigan pulled up around her neck in a pointless attempt to shield herself from the rain. She got to her feet when I approached with my umbrella.
“Hi, Sarah.“
I said nothing.
Miss Blake held up her phone like a priest brandishing a crucifix at a vampire. There was a photograph of Kerry and Izzy in a sixty-nine position, both of them naked.
“I found it on Kerry’s phone,” Miss Blake said in a shaky voice. “The hand resting on the other little girl’s back… it’s yours, isn’t it? I think it is, because you were wearing the same ring that day I spoke to you in the school carpark. I checked. You’re wearing it now.“
The picture was taken the day Judy and I treated the girls to a picnic in the forest. It had been raining then, too. We’d gone back home, soaked to the bone and feeling frisky; then taken a big batch of rude photos, along with an even ruder video. Had I taken any of the snapshots on Kerry’s phone? I couldn’t remember. Maybe Judy had sent one to her niece. What did it matter now?
“Are you going to call the police?“ I asked.
“No! No, I wouldn’t, Sarah.” Miss Blake shuffled her feet awkwardly. “W-what I mean to say is, no one else has to know. I… I’m sure we could work something out.“
I found myself smiling. Was Miss Blake trying to blackmail me? Surely not. “Mmm. I see. What is it you want, Felicity? May I call you Felicity?“
“Y-yes, please do! But I – I don’t want anything, Sarah. N-not really…”
I took a couple of steps towards her. “But you do, don’t you? You could have called the police. Or simply ignored the picture and never mentioned it to anyone. But instead, you asked me to meet you here. Why?“
Miss Blake looked down at her feet; brushed a droplet of rain from the tip of her nose with a finger. “No, it’s… The thing is, Sarah, I don’t know exactly what you’ve been doing, but it looks quite serious, and I, I should call the police, shouldn’t I? It would be the right thing to do. But… well…”
When Kerry’s teacher had shown me that photo, I quite reasonably assumed she had the upper hand; that I was at her mercy. I’d resigned myself to whatever fate she had planned for me, but now I was beginning to think I might be able to wrestle back control of the situation.
“You’re curious, aren’t you, Felicity? How long have you had that pic now? Two weeks? A month? I guess you must have copied it to your phone a while back. Have you been looking at it?“
Miss Blake wouldn’t meet my eyes. She gave a small nod. “I just wanted to know the, the story behind it. I know it’s none of my business.“
“Tell me what you want.“
“I… I… it’s not that I want anything, Sarah—”
“You can’t even bring yourself to say it, can you?” I fixed her with a stone cold gaze; gave my voice a hard edge. “Do I really have to stand here in the rain, after you summoned me, and tell you what you want?“
“I’m s-so sorry…” Miss Blake said in a small, frightened voice.
I stood there and simply stared at her for a while. She seemed to shrink under my scrutiny. “You look cold,” I said at last. “Cold and wet.“
“Y-yes. Forgot to bring my brolly. I’m so stupid.“
Miss Felicity Blake looked like she might burst into tears at any moment. I closed the distance between us and let her share my umbrella.
“You’re so pretty,” she near-whispered, her face close to mine.
I could feel her warm breath on my neck, smell the subtle jasmine fragrance she wore. “Am I?“
“Yes. And your girlfriend, she’s gorgeous. I – I just can’t stop thinking about… about…“
“About the photo? About us? About what we get up to behind closed doors?“
Miss Blake gave me another small nod.
“All right, Felicity. Here’s what we’ll do: Why don’t you come home with me? We can dry your clothes and get you warmed up. You can meet Frankie; say hello to Kerry. And then I’ll tell you everything you want to know. How does that sound?“
Miss Blake peered up at me like a grateful puppy. “Yes, I… that sounds nice. Thank you so much for being understanding, Sarah.“
I led Kerry’s teacher to the car. I took her home.
I showed her what was down the rabbit hole.
You know what was waiting for her down there, don’t you? Of course you do. Because I dragged you down, too. You were with us all the way. Right from the moment I plucked those dirty little girl panties from the hamper, I had you.
So what are we waiting for? Off we go.
Down and down and down.
The End
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