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A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 12

  • Posted on October 20, 2019 at 2:27 pm

By Sunnybunny

The words hung heavy in the air between them, ringing out like the gong of a church bell. The confined space seemed to amplify the noise tenfold…or maybe that was Heather’s imagination. It was the second knockout blow dealt to her in just a matter of minutes. She was reeling away, still clutching the blankets against her body until she found the wall behind her. Every time the puzzle seemed to be taking shape, some great tornado of words swept it away, and Heather was forced to start solving it again from the beginning.

The money had never been missing. That much was certain. Angie had known from the start what had become of it. She might not have taken it herself, but she was certainly an accessory to the crime. Perhaps Angie’s father had sent her to scope out the new girl rolling into town for valuables. That revelation alone opened so many new conspiratorial doors in her head. How many times had father and daughter pulled off such a scheme? Were there countless travelers passing through Oasis who later realized that their luggage had been pilfered?

Then something else occurred to Heather, something that made her skin crawl. Had Angie’s father concocted their romance as a tool for blackmail in case their ploy was discovered?

She and Angie had gone to bed together now. There was no taking it back. If she went to the police and exposed the girl and her father, she’d be implicated herself for sex with a minor. All her running, all her careful planning… it would all have been for nothing.

Angie wiped at her cheeks roughly with both hands. It was a futile gesture; more tears just took their place. She saw a lull in the shouting and plowed ahead, speaking passionately, desperate to get everything out.

“My dad did it…” she repeated, quieter now. “He sent me over to check you out, see if you looked like you had any money.” She pronounced ‘money’ as if it were spelled ‘munny’. “But I lied and said you didn’t, and that’s the truth!” She held up a hand as if swearing on a Bible before a court of law. Honest Injun. “But he didn’t believe me and snuck out anyway. He come back home later that night, just happy as can be with that funny li’l bag of yours.” Her accent was getting more pronounced as she spoke, but by then, Angie hardly cared. It was now or never, and she feared that her sobs would return in full force soon, and Heather…she deserved to hear the truth.

“He danced ‘round our livin’ room like a drunk fool, ‘til he fell over and all these big bills come fallin’ out.” The images came flooding back to her. In an instant she relived the evening with her father, seeing him carrying on with the bag held up over his head like a prized trophy until he slipped on the rug and it all came tumbling out. He wasn’t mad, despite his twisted ankle. If anything, it only made him laugh all the harder.

Angie omitted a few other details from that evening, sparing Heather how he had pulled her down into the bills, stripped her naked and fucked her hard atop the little mound of stolen money, until her back was a mess of bruises and paper cuts and rug burns. She didn’t tell Heather about how after he hastily gathered it all back up and stowed it in the back closet for safekeeping, until the time was right and “that bitch leaves town,” or how he’d snatched up a kitchen knife, held it under Angie’s chin and issued a dire warning for her not to tell a soul about what he’d found.

Found.

That was the word he used. Not ‘taken,’ or ‘stolen,’ or even a fancy one like ‘purloined,’ but ‘found’. Like he’d been walking along the street and was lucky enough to pluck a five or ten dollar bill out of the gutter. She remembered settling back on the couch and watching her father work about the house, his fat gut wobbling over the band of his boxer shorts — hiding the bag in one place, then deciding it wasn’t secure enough and moving it to another. It started behind the sofa, then underneath it, then got whisked away to the little cabinet beneath the sink, where he spent a few minutes organizing the different cleaning and insecticide products around it like camouflage before giving up. He tried the broiler beneath the stove (they never used it, in fact Angie suspected her father didn’t even know what it was for) but the bag was too tall for the door to close.

As the evening wore on, the man steadily grew more agitated. He had to open the shop the next morning, and all this money was making him paranoid.

“S’pose I don’t come into work, and people get suspicious where I been?” He bellowed. “Or if the sheriff come on by to check up on me? That son of a bitch’ll rob me blind, just you wait and see if he don’t!” The irony of these fears never once dawned on him. In the end, the money was sequestered away in the hall closet, beneath a pile of Christmas decorations that hadn’t been used since her mother left.

No, Angie didn’t tell Heather any of that. Instead, she said, “It didn’t sit right with me, what he done to you, specially since I come to like you a whole lot. I knew I couldn’t let him get away with it. So I waited ‘til he got passed-out drunk a few nights later and stole the money right back, then I hid it in a secret place that no one knows anything about. He ain’t checked in the closet, not since that night. I think he’s too scared to ‘til he’s sure you left town. He rants about it sometimes, and I get s-so scared he’ll go drag it out just to look at it or somethin’ and…” She trailed off, unconsciously touching a hand to her throat where a sharp, stainless steel threat had been issued.

Heather slid her way down the length of wall until she was resting in a heap of blankets on the floor across from Angie, listening to her harrowing tale. She knew that Angie had risked everything for her, sensing that there were much uglier details to the story than the girl had been willing to share.

Her hands raked anxiously through her hair as she fought to make sense of the jigsaw puzzle of information that Angie had suddenly thrust into her hands. She so desperately wanted to believe the girl. Wanted it so badly that it was a physical ache in a heart that had already weathered too many crushing blows. She could stand it no longer and, her head buried into her raised knees, Heather broke down and began to sob.

She cried for a good long while. She cried for herself and the miserable situation her life had sunk into, where theft and forbidden love affairs and threats on her life all seemed to go hand in hand. She cried for Angie, God help her. She cried for the catalyst of all these woes, and cried harder still for not being able to hate her for it.

When Heather found the courage to look up again, she was surprised to see that the naked child was curled up into a tight ball on the floor, shuddering with racking sobs of her own. Angie looked so small, impossibly so. The girl’s bare shoulders shivered with the strain of weeping. She was so thin that Heather could make out her sharp shoulder blades, count the bumps of her spine.

Heather imagined a vast desert, great dunes of sand brazenly rising to meet the scorching sun. The middle distance was obscured by a haze of heat and the horizon swayed like a drunkard. In the middle of this waste was a single desert cactus flower, peeking up through the grain and grit of the valley, its petals defiant and dazzling with bright primary colors.

In her mind’s eye, Heather was lost amongst it all, buried up to the neck in the harsh wilderness, on the verge of sinking further still if she gave into the despair that had plagued her since fleeing Richie Valentine’s estate. She’d convinced herself that a new life awaited her out west. A fresh start with only a few miles and forged identification documents standing in her way. Heather had managed to convince herself that once she crossed these hurdles, all would be well for her. She would focus on herself, get her life together, be happy again.

And now look at me, she thought. On the floor of a crappy motel room in the middle of nowhere, in love with a ten-year-old girl. Staring at the sobbing child, she made a decision.

Working both arms free from the blankets, Heather set to crossing the room’s expanse, crawling toward that precious little flower. When she reached Angie, Heather scooped that rose up in her arms and cradled the sniffling child, shading her against the merciless sun.

Angie looked up questioningly only for a moment, her face a mess of tears and snot and sweat, then threw both arms around Heather’s neck and burst into fresh tears. Angie had seen all she’d needed to in the older woman’s face.

Heather gently rocked Angie gently in her arms, whispering sweet words into the crown of the girl’s head. “It’s okay. Oh, Angie, I’m so sorry. So goddamn sorry I hurt you.”

Angie hung on fiercely, pressing her fingers into Heather until the knuckles turned white.

In all the chaos, this was the only thing that felt right to them. Their one haven from the gathering storm. Once again Heather found herself marveling at how well their nude bodies seemed to fit together, how they melted into one another, until they felt as one warm, happy whole. She wondered what Mama Maven would say about a connection as powerful as this. The reply she got seemed to issue from all around, as if the woman were whispering in some unseen corner of the room:

Oh, child. Something this awesome could only be guided by some divine force, and I don’t mean ‘awesome’ like you young people say it. I’m talking about ‘awesome’ in the Biblical sense. The kind that Job and Paul and John felt. Something so great that you and I can only marvel at it in our limited comprehension. Do you understand?

Heather nodded into Angie’s angel-soft hair. The girl smelled of cheap shampoo, sweat and stale cigarettes. The words bubbled up in her throat and tauntingly danced on the tip of her tongue, then in a rush of breath, she confessed her own long held secret. “I love you, Angie.”

The girl stopped trembling in her arms, then she slowly lifted herself out of Heather’s embrace to meet her eyes anew. There, swimming in tears and ruddy cheeks, Heather saw so much adoration that it made her heart ache. “I love you too, Heather.”

Once started, neither could stop, and they repeated it to one another again and again, until their mouths met in another desperate embrace.

“I’ve always loved you, Angie! From the very first moment I laid my hands on you!”

“Heather, oh God, I love you so much! I think… I think I loved you even before I knew you! Does that even make sense?”

“No, but this does…”

They tumbled to the floor together, still embraced. Heather practically dragged the little girl over to the pile of bedding. The mattress had been stripped bare, the pillows, sheets and blanket in a heap on the floor and the two lovers lost themselves within them.

In a stark contrast to their first time, they ground their bodies together in a frenzy. More than once their teeth clicked together painfully as they kissed. Each time, it made them break apart, giggling before attacking each other’s mouth again.

Heather’s fingers laced through Angie’s hair, locking the youth in a desperate embrace. Angie’s small hands groped at every inch of Heather, unable to decide where they wanted to be. At first it was the small of her back, then they sought out the firm roundness of the woman’s buttocks. She moaned eagerly as her fingers fanned out around the exposed flesh, cupping the shapely ass before flying back up to grasp at Heather’s breasts.

The woman gasped, finding both pain and pleasure in Angie’s rough fondling. Taking hold of the girl, she eased her back until she had the child pinned down on their improvised bed. She peppered Angie’s neck with fresh kisses, nibbling at her neck and earlobe until she coaxed fresh mewling from the girl’s sweet lips.

“Oh, Heather, please don’t tease me,” Angie breathed, arching her hips spasmodically. “I need you so bad!” She fought against her light restraints, wanting nothing more than to press her naked flesh into Heather’s.

Heather adjusted her grip and took one of Angie’s hands. “Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, pressing that hand between her legs, letting the girl touch her arousal. “Can you feel that?” Her voice became a shudder, barely above a whisper; a secret nearly lost in the heaving breath and whisper of sheets. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

The girl’s fingers were clumsy at first, more experienced with handling a man’s unruly soldier than the tender flower of a woman. Heather still had much to teach Angie about how two women made love.

“Here, slow down,” she whispered. “Touch me here. Yes, here… now move with me.” She guided the girl’s small fingers over her own sex until she was shuddering with each pass over the firm nub of her clit. Their fingers quickly became drenched in the dew of her arousal. Finally, when she was certain Angie had the rhythm down, she withdrew her hand.

Now Angie was splayed on her back with Heather kneeling beside her. Heather looked down the length of her own body, gasping at the lascivious sight of Angie’s tight, boyish body laid out before her, tanned all over with the little knots of her nipples hardened into points. Heather’s eyes trailed lower still, following the line of hip bones to those long and very brown legs. Angie’s peach glistened in the light of the room, looking so slick and supple and inviting. A forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

Heather had never been so tempted by anything in her life. This girl and her prepubescent body, so smooth and flawless, on the cusp of womanhood… Heather had already taken her first bite, and if she was damned for it, why not have another?

“I’m going to touch you now, Angie,” Heather intoned, feeling a touch of déjà vu before she reached out to gently stroke the girl. Angie stiffened at her lover’s caress, momentarily losing the rhythm she’d been applying to Heather’s sex, but quickly recovered it.

Heather smiled patiently, rocking her hips with the motion of the child’s hand as she hummed with delight. “Oh, that feels so nice. You’re doing such a good job, Angie. Please don’t stop.”

The sigh that followed from Angie wasn’t from relief or pleasure, but a deliberate effort to regain composure. It was so easy for her to lose control in the heat of the moment, with emotions running so high.

Heather’s fingers came away trailing threads of the girl’s arousal, and she suckled them between her lips. She moaned again at the familiar taste, more intoxicating than the strongest alcohol she’d ever had. Nothing compared to Angie in her eyes. Nothing in the world could equal this beautiful child. She’d been a fool for fighting her desire for so long.

“Oh, Heather, I’m so close!”

“I know. I am too, Angie, I’m so close. Let’s try to c-come together, okay?”

The girl nodded her sweat-glazed forehead into the sheets, pursing her lips so tightly they became a white line. She was fighting so hard to wait for Heather that she trembled with the effort. The sight of Angie’s struggle was adorable and endearing and very, very erotic. It helped to drive Heather over the edge and explode in another electric orgasm.

Angie found her own release a heartbeat later, and the two cried out their pent-up desires as one, brazen voice. It echoed in the small room, amplified somehow into a cacophony better fitting a small orgy than the lovemaking of two youths. The heights they reached were staggering, peaking far higher than either ever felt or even thought possible. Heather felt as if they might smash through the roof together, shouting defiantly to the heavens and yet… for something so powerful, the coming down was amazingly gentle.

The young lovers settled easily into each other’s arms, panting and staring at one another from inches apart. So much needed to be said, would have been said if they could only catch their breath. If only they weren’t so drained. So instead of talking, they drifted into an easy sleep.

Neither dreamed.

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My Amazing Mum, Part Three

  • Posted on October 16, 2019 at 2:36 pm

by Misty Meadow

I see Audrey in the cafeteria and carry my tray over to her table. Her face lights up when she sees me.

A couple of her friends try to join us, but she waves them off. They look at us contemptuously. “Fucking paedo!” one of them mutters.

“Cradle snatcher!” sneers the other.

“Don’t let them bother you, Misty,” she says, “they’re just jealous.”

“Mum thought you might want to sleepover at our house tonight,” I tell her. “Please come! It’ll be awesome to spend the night with you.”

Audrey looks like she’s just won the lottery. “Oh, wow, yes! Let me call my mum.” Stepping away from the table, she makes the call, talks for a moment and hangs up, grinning. “It’s fine. She met your mum last night when she drove me home and really seemed to like her.” (If only she knew!) “It’s not a school day tomorrow, so we can stay up late.”

“Mum says we can use her big double bed and she’ll sleep in mine. She can’t wait to see you again.”

We chatter away, making girl talk, getting to know each other, hardly pausing to eat until it’s time to go back to class. “Mum will pick us up at the gate again,” I tell her.

Waiting with her as school lets out, she opens her backpack. “Look,” she says, spreading it open. I see a pair of neatly folded white panties.

“Oh, my God! You’ve got no knickers on!”

“Clearly. Here’s what happened. Our last period was gym, and as usual, when we were changing, I waited until Miss Jackson was looking my way and peeled my leotard down and stood there, naked, like I was thinking about something, though I knew she was staring at me. I even rubbed my cunt for a bit, like I had an itch down there.

“I put on my bra, then sat with my legs spread as I slowly put my socks on, one at a time, giving her a really good look. Then I put my dress on, and turned to leave. ‘Audrey’, she called, ‘you’ve forgotten these.” She held out my knickers and I said, “Oh, silly me. Thank you, Miss Jackson.” I stuffed them in my backpack and walked out. I wonder what she thought, and if she pictured me riding home on the school bus with no knickers. It was awesome.”

“You’re just like me, Audrey: a naughty show-off.”

Mum’s car pulls up and we climb in.

Home, we drop our backpacks and take our sneakers off. “Audrey has something to show you, Mummy,” I say. “Go on, let her see.”

Audrey coyly lifts the front of her dress to reveal her knickerless parts, grinning like a fool.

“Holy shit!” Mum croaks. “Have you been like that all day?”

Audrey retells the story of teasing Miss Jackson, and Mum laughs. “So she’s a dyke, then.”

“She’s into little girls, yes,” Audrey affirms, “and she’s certainly into Misty.”

“I tease her, too, Mum. I let her see my cunt when I’m changing. It’s fun.”

“Poor Miss Jackson,” Mum says, “she must be so frustrated. All you lovely nymphets dancing about and undressing and stuff, it must be torture for her.” Audrey drops her dress. “No, lift it up again, I want to take a picture of you.” Audrey looks dubious.

“It’s okay, Audrey,” I tell her, “no one gets to see our pictures except us.”

She hoists her dress up again and beams at Mum’s phone.

“Mummy,” I say, “can we upload the pictures on both our phones into the computer so we can see them on the big screen?”

“Go ahead. You’ll find the connector in the desk drawer.”

I upload everything we took yesterday. Our big TV serves as a monitor, so we sit back on the couch, seeing our pictures one at a time, including me in crotchless knickers, then tied up on the bed, then the close up of my cunt and the shot of Mum’s gaping cunt after I’d fisted her.

I hear Audrey gasp. Wondering if I’ve revealed too much of my sexual adventures with Mummy, I look sideways at Audrey to gauge her reaction. She seems entranced.

“How did it get that big?” she asks, totally awed. “It looks like you just had a baby.”

“It’s a secret… and Misty is my little baby, aren’t you, my darling?”

I smile in agreement. “Now watch this.”

I play the spanking video and to my relief, Audrey laughs. “You guys are so bad!” she says, understating the obvious.

“I hope all this doesn’t come as a shock to you, Audrey,” Mum says. “Misty’s relationship with me is unusual, and many people might be horrified by it. After all, technically it’s incestuous and illegal, but I assure you that everything we do is totally consensual on both sides, and we love each other dearly. I’d never do anything that might harm my little girl, physically or mentally. We’ve slowly grown closer and more intimate over the years, so we’re used to the idea of kinky sex, but to you, it might seem somewhat extreme. You seem to like the pictures and the video, though, so I’m hoping you’re okay with my daughter and me being lovers.”

“Here’s how I feel,” Audrey says, after a pause. “For the last six months, I’ve been admiring Misty every day from a distance, but I never approached her because of what my friends might say. But finally, I just couldn’t keep it to myself, and so yesterday, I wrote that note. I’m so glad I did!

“When Misty and I kissed, I just melted and fell totally in love. It was all very sudden, I know, but all my pent up feelings came pouring out so I was eager and thrilled to play naughty games with her, and you’ve been so nice to me, not to mention how stunningly beautiful you are. Intellectually I know some things are wrong but emotionally, it’s wonderful. I like showing myself off and I just love looking at Misty’s lovely little body, and you seem like an older sister to me. How long have you two been doing this sex stuff?”

“We’ve been sharing pleasure since she was out of nappies, though we haven’t gone all the way until recently. I’ve always thought of Misty as sexy and we’ve always been uninhibited with each other, like being naked and stuff, but it was only a few days ago that we crossed the line into actual sex. So we’re pretty new to this, and we both want you to join us in bed.”

Audrey’s face is aglow. “You only need to go as far as you want with us,” I tell her. “If you feel even the least bit uncomfortable with anything Mum and I do, you can always walk away.”

“I don’t think I’d ever want to walk away,” she says. “I’m head over heels in love with you, Misty, and I’m ready to do anything you like.” My heart is soaring, and I’m wearing a silly grin. Then she looks at Mum. “I’m gay, just like you. I mean, when you looked at my cunt just now and took a picture, it made me feel warm inside. So you can look at any part of me at any time and I won’t mind a bit.”

To show that she means it, she leans back on the couch, lifts her dress again and spread her legs as wide as they’ll go. Mum seizes her chance and snaps a picture. I look at Audrey proudly.

“We’re overdressed, Misty,” Mum says, taking off the jacket of her trouser suit and stepping out of her pants. Below her translucent silk blouse, she has on a pair of vivid turquoise satin knickers, her cunt invisible for once. No matter, she still looks amazingly sexy.

I stand, remove my school dress and sit back down, happy in my knickers and vest.

“Get naked,” I whisper to Audrey. She lifts her bum to slide her dress up and off, and it soon joins mine on the floor. I unhook her bra and let it fall.

“Nice boobs,” Mum comments. “You should appreciate them, Misty — after all, you’ll have yours soon. I’m gonna buy you some bras, sexy see-through ones like Audrey’s.”

I put an arm around Audrey’s shoulder and place my palm on her right boob, feeling her nipple stiffen. Then I lower my head, kiss it, then suck it into my mouth and nurse like a baby.

“Oh, my God!” Mum cries. “I’d love for you to do that to me.” I gave her a look making it clear that I fully intended to do just that. “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”

We gather our clothes, pick up our backpacks and follow Mum upstairs, enticed by the sight of her bum cheeks, cased inexpensive satin.

Once in Mum’s bedroom, Audrey and I sit on the end of her bed and look at my mother expectantly, wondering what she has in mind.

She opens her closet, reaches to the back of the top shelf and brings out a shoebox. “This is some stuff that belonged to my mum,” she says, sitting between us. She lifts the lid and produces a dildo, shaped like a penis with an acorn-shaped head and veins. “This might be a bit big for you girls, so I could buy a smaller one for you to practice with.” Audrey giggles at that.

Then Mum extracts a handful of photographs. “These are of my mother.” I study these pictures of a woman who looks to have been in her twenties at the time, and is just as young and beautiful as Mum is today.

I’ve never seen these pictures of Gran before. She’s in various states of undress and naked poses. In the first, she’s wearing a bra and suspender belt with matching knickers that she holds in her hands, leaving her cunt in full view.

Audrey takes in a sharp breath. Me, all I can do is stare. Who knew that my sweet grandmother was so sexy?

“She died a few years ago and I still miss her terribly,” Mum sighs. “Do you like her taste in underwear?”

“Yes!” we chorus.

“Was she gay, too?” asks Audrey.

“She was like me in spades, a total cunt hound.”

Audrey giggles. “She’s beautiful… just like you, Mrs. Meadow.”

“Oh, please, call me Jo. I want to think of you as my other daughter.” (Oh, this is nice; now I have a “sister”.) “She just lived for lesbian sex and yes, before you ask, she and I did have an incestuous relationship; she taught me everything I know about how to please a woman, and we practiced it almost on a daily basis.”

Audrey looks awestruck. The second picture depicts my grandmother lying in a tub half-filled with water, with Mum seated on the rim at one end, her feet on either side of Gran’s head. Mum, who looks to be eight or so, is naked. Gran’s head is tilted back, mouth open to receive the stream of pee that arcs down onto her face.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey gasped. “Is that you, Mum? She let you pee on her?”

“Yes, she was a dedicated pee drinker. It’s called ‘a golden shower’. Haven’t you seen stuff like this on the internet?”

“My mum’s put parental controls on my computer, so no, I haven’t.”

“We can surf porn on mine,” I tell her, “and look at anything you like.”

The next picture shows Gran sitting on a couch with Mum on her lap, leaning back against her chest. Not only are their legs spread, but Gran’s hands are under Mum’s knees, spreading her legs as far apart as they’ll go. Beneath Mum’s bum, Gran’s cunt can be seen, glistening with moisture. Both have blissful smiles on their proud faces. The whole picture screams, Look at my daughter!

It’s my turn to gasp. This is exhibitionism taken to the absolute limit. It makes me wish that I could’ve licked my mum back when she was a little girl.

The next shot shows Gran on all fours, facing away from the camera and smiling over her shoulder. Preteen Mum is kneeling beside her, pressing her fingers into Gran’s cunt. The young girl’s expression is one of pure joy.

The last one was taken by Gran herself, the camera pointing down her body so we see her firm little tits at the bottom of the frame, and beyond that, the V of her raised, parted thighs. Between them, Mum’s happy little face beams at the camera, hinting at the joy she’s about to experience.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey breathes. “You kissed your mum’s cunt?”

“Kissed it, licked it and sucked on her clit until she came,” Mum says, proudly. Audrey looks incredulous as she stares at the picture, then looks at me. I give her a smug little smile.

“Not you, too, Misty?” Audrey says, her gaze shifting between Mum and me. “I must be in some other kind of universe,” she murmurs.

“My daughter and I have no secrets from each other, and I can’t think of a thing that we wouldn’t do together. Can you, Misty?”

I shake my head vigorously. “No, nothing at all. I’ll try anything with you, Mum.”

Mum rummages through the shoe box, finding hair grips, old lipsticks, an unused tampon and a string of pearls. Lifting them out, she holds them up and we see that it’s more than a foot long.

“I think I know what she did with these,” she says, standing up and taking her knickers off, handing them to me. She sits on the bed, spreads her legs and feeds the pearls, one at a time, into her cunt. Audrey looks on in disbelief.

When all the pearls except for the last two have disappeared, Mum stands in front of Audrey and tells her to slowly pull them out. Nervously, she tugs at the string, and one by one they slide out, glistening with Mum’s honey. She holds them up and as they hang vertically, a drop of juice falls from the lowest one.

“You know what to do, Misty,” Mum says, offering the pearls to me.

I take the pearls, tilt my head back and feed them into my mouth. I suck them clean, then take the string out and lick my lips.

I hand the string to Audrey, telling her “Put them in me,” then lean back and part my thighs. She needs no urging, and pushes them into my cunt — half a dozen, then a few more. She’s giggling. “All of them,” I demand, even though I feel full.

Once the whole strand is packed inside me, I instruct her, “Now pull them out, slowly.” One by one, the pearls pop out, each sending a tiny thrill through my tummy as it emerges. When I’m empty, I’m delighted to see Audrey tilt her head, open her mouth and drop them in. Then she closes her lips and looks at us, her eyes bright.

“That’s my girl!” Mum declares, though whether she means me or Audrey, I’m not exactly sure.

Audrey takes the pearls out of her mouth and hands them to Mum, who looks into the shoebox again. “What’s this?” She takes out a USB memory stick. “Let’s plug it into my laptop and see what’s on it.”

Her screen lights up with a long list of jpeg numbers. She clicks on the first which shows a girl of about ten or eleven sitting on the steps of a public building, her feet up by her bum, legs in white knee socks, spread wide to show off her white knickers, smiling hugely. It has a distinctly last century feel about it. “That’s not Gran. These are pretty old, I think.”

The next one shows a naked girl of about ten or eleven, standing on a beach, looking like something from a family holiday photo. The next shows another smiling young girl, lifting her skirt to show her knickers at mid-thigh, displaying a smooth preteen slit. The third depicts two girls in a garden, both naked, one about thirteen with small boobs and a wisp of pubic hair, the other much younger, kneeling and gazing adoringly at her friend’s cunt. The next girl is squatting in a wood, her knickers pulled to one side, peeing into the dead leaves. Her smile is dazzling. Then we see two girls of about twelve, each with a hand down the front of the other’s brightly coloured knickers, which is all they have on. They share a loving gaze.

“Who are these girls?” I ask, “and how many pictures are there?”

Mom’s brow is furrowed as she studies the files. “Don’t know. Look at the count in the lower left-hand corner. It says 2653. Fucking hell, there’s literally thousands of them!”

“Where would Gran have got these?” I ask. “She couldn’t have taken them herself.”

“No idea. Not off the internet, at least — these are pure child porn. She might’ve bought them from some illegal source. More than one, I’d wager.”

We look at one more: two naked preteens on a couch, their adjacent legs hooked one over the other, their cunts deliberately offered to the camera, welcoming smiles on their faces. They’re obviously eager and delighted to be seen like this. Mum shuts the lid of the laptop.

“Aw, Mummy!” I moan.

“Can’t we see more?” Audrey pleads.

“You will, I promise you, but first I want to vet them all, ‘cos I don’t want you looking at girls sucking guys’ cocks or giving handjobs, or any filth like that. Anyway, if you only look at a few at a time, you’ll appreciate them more. You won’t get – how should I put it – cunt fatigue?”

We laugh. “Cunt fatigue,” I murmur, savouring the expression. “Not much chance of that!”

“Anyway,” Mum says, standing in front of me so that I can pull her satin knickers up, “the real thing is much more exciting. I’m going to leave you two to explore each other’s…”

“Cunts!” Audrey cries.

“That’s right,” Mum says, her smile bathing us in love. She removes the USB stick from the laptop and leaves. Audrey and I fall on the bed, arms around each other, lips locked, thighs pushing between thighs, our pussies getting wetter by the second.

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The Notebook, Chapter 9

  • Posted on October 14, 2019 at 3:29 pm

by Ebo

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Dana smiled but didn’t open her eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up even more as Penny’s weight settled on the bed behind her. The covers were pulled up and a warm body pressed against her back. An arm went around her and Dana melted back into her stepmother. Dana sighed as Penny kissed her neck, just above the shoulder.

Glancing at her alarm clock, Dana said, “It’s early.”

It was Saturday, and she had been looking forward to sleeping in. Dana had stayed up late last night, putting the finishing touches on her latest story. According to the clock, she had only been asleep for four hours.

“I know,” Penny said, squeezing her tighter, “but your dad went to work, and I’m naked.”

Laughing, Dana rolled, so she was facing her stepmother. She lifted the comforter and saw the woman wasn’t lying. Dana didn’t drop the comforter back in place right away, admiring Penny’s lovely body. She didn’t get a lot of opportunities to look, and she wasn’t going to pass one up now.

“Why’d Dad go to work?” Dana asked, moving into Penny’s arms.

“Some new account he’s working on,” Penny said, kissing her.

Dana’s heart started beating faster as she felt the desire behind the kiss. Sleep was forgotten as her own passion welled up. She moaned as Penny’s hand stole under her shirt to cup one of her breasts. Dana let her own hand roam over Penny’s hip, sliding around to squeeze her buttock.

“How long do we have?” Dana asked, her voice thick with excitement.

“A couple of hours, at least,” Penny said, kissing Dana. “He took the time to put on a suit.”

Laughing, Dana said, “That’s never a good sign.”

Penny gave her a sexy smile, said, “Depends on your perspective.”

“I meant for him,” Dana said, kissing Penny, again. Thinking about something, Dana pulled back and asked, “How long has he been gone?”

A little sheepishly, Penny said, “About as long as it took to run up the stairs and take my clothes off.”

With a playful smile, Dana said, “Couldn’t wait to get in bed with me, huh?”

Meeting Dana’s eyes, Penny said, “No.”

Dana’s heart skipped a couple of beats when she realized that the woman meant it. Columbus Day was only a couple weeks behind them, but it seemed like an eternity to Dana. She was glad it felt the same way for Penny. She didn’t want to be the only one who was horny and frustrated.

Leaning in, she kissed Penny, feeling that pent-up desire in the eagerness of her stepmother’s kiss. Responding to that excitement, she let her hands roam over Penny’s lovely body, thrilling to the feel of warm skin under her fingertips. Dana moaned as Penny’s hand stole under her nightshirt to cup her breast, to tease the straining nipple.

Penny pulled back and smiled at her. “You’re wearing too much clothing.”

Dana sat up, pulled her shirt up and over her head. Tossing it aside, she saw Penny get to her knees and hook her fingers in Dana’s panties, tugging them off her hips, then down her long legs. The underwear joined Dana’s shirt on the floor as Penny moved atop her stepdaughter.

Opening her legs, Dana let Penny lie between them, then wrapped her legs around her waist.

Sensing what Dana wanted, Penny moved her hips, rubbing her lower abdomen against Dana’s. The grinding of their bodies had both of them moaning. Her hips still in motion, Penny leaned in and kissed Dana deeply.

“God, I’ve needed this,” Penny said, smiling at Dana, “Columbus Day ruined me.”

Around a moan, Dana said, “Yeah. I thought I was gonna have to wait for Thanksgiving.”

“How many days do you get off this year?” Penny asked, kissing the side of Dana’s neck just beneath her ear.

“Four,” Dana said.

“Maybe we’ll do a little shopping for the occasion in a minute,” Penny said.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” Dana asked, playfully.

Kissing her deeply, Penny said, “Like I said, Columbus Day ruined me. I want to see you in something scandalous again.”

“I want that from you, too,” Dana admitted, her heart racing as she thought about the lingerie Penny had bought for Columbus Day.

“We’ll do it, then,” Penny said, then a sexy smile spread across her lips. Later, of course.”

“Of course,” Dana said, pushing her hips up into Penny’s thrusts.

They were done talking, communicating only in moans and sighs as they found their rhythm. With a couple of hours on their hands, they weren’t in any rush. The slow grind of their bodies was a tease, but Dana loved the languid roll of Penny’s hips. She wasn’t in any danger of coming, but did enjoy the intimacy of their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She had been craving this closeness with her stepmother, and glad to finally be back in her arms.

When their pace started to quicken, Dana was ready for that, too. Penny seemed to know precisely what she wanted, needed. Maybe her stepmother was just a skilled lover or maybe it was what the woman wanted, too. Whatever the case, the roll of their hips came faster and faster to match their growing excitement. Their dueling cries of delight mingled in the air above them as they pushed each other closer and closer to their yearned-for release.

Their orgasms took them, but the lovers weren’t ready to stop. They switched positions, Dana moving atop her stepmother. Their bodies still sensitive from their first climax, the thrust and churn as they ground together felt amazing. Dana hugged her stepmother’s leg to her breast, focused on pushing against Penny. Sweat broke out on their skin as they strained toward another orgasm, lubricating the motion of their bodies.

Once they came for the second time, Penny and Dana were finally ready to stop, mostly because they were both gasping for air. As always, their lovemaking had become downright frantic in the end. Flopping on her back next to Penny, Dana laughed, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Penny agreed.

“How long has Dad been gone?” Dana asked, trying to slow her breathing.

“Um,” Penny said, glancing at the alarm clock, “forty minutes, give or take.”

“So we still have time for another?” Dana said, with a playful smile.

Laughing, Penny said, “You’re going to have to give me a minute. I’m not as young as you.”

***

Dana looked around the restaurant, wondering why she was here. It was her favorite restaurant, but she kind of had a love-hate relationship with the place because of her father. It was usually bad news if he brought her here. He had a bad habit of using this place to soften the blow.

Looking over at her dad, Dana finally had to ask, “Why are we here?”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

She gave him a sour look. “You only bring me here if it’s bad news. So what is it?”

He gave her a sheepish smile, asked, “Do I really only bring you here when it’s bad news?”

“Pretty much,” Dana said.

Setting his fork down, her father said, “Remember when I went into the office last Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, and it wasn’t easy to keep the smile off her face. Smiling on the inside, she thought, It’d be hard to forget.

“Well, Dan offered me the lead on a new project we are starting up,” her father said.

“Okay,” Dana said, waiting for the bad news.

“If I take it, I’ll have to fly out to Tokyo in a couple of weeks. Just after Thanksgiving.”

“Tokyo? As in Japan?” Dana asked, her eyes wide.

“Yeah,” he said, meeting her eyes, “I’ll be out of the country for at least six months.”

“That’s…” Dana said, then ran out of words.

“I know,” he said, sighing, “I’ve been trying to be around more, to not let my work get in the way of spending time with my family. Now, this opportunity comes along and… Six months is a long time.”

“Will you get a raise?” Dana asked.

Laughing, he said, “Oh yeah. My salary would almost double. Corner office when I get back. Dan is talking about a partnership.”

“Then you have to go,” Dana said, meeting his eyes.

“I’d try to get back as much as I can,” he said, sounding guilty.

Dana smiled at him, said, “Tell Dan yes, that you’ll take the position. You can make it up to me when you get back.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“I- well… Okay,” he said, nodding, “I’ll tell him tomorrow.”

“Good,” she said, then started grinning, “since you are going to be Mr. Moneybags, soon… can I have a raise in my allowance?”

He laughed, “Maybe we’ll talk about it after I get my first paycheck.”

“I can lay a guilt trip on you about being gone for six months, if it’ll help,” Dana said, smiling playfully.

“We’ll talk about it,” her father said, then changed the subject, “Will you be okay with it just being you and Penny? You two seem to be hitting it off, lately.”

Just me and Penny, Dana thought, those words sinking in. If her dad took this position in Japan, it’d be just her and Penny in the house. She’d have the woman to herself. Her heart beating faster, she had to struggle to keep from smiling at the thought.

“Um… yeah, I think we’ll be okay,” Dana said, her voice sounding funny to her own ears. She glanced at her father, but he didn’t seem to notice it. She took a sip of her Coke, told herself to relax before she blew it.

“I was thinking… maybe when school is out for summer, I could fly you and Penny out to Tokyo,” her father said.

“That would be cool,” Dana said, torn between wanting to see Japan and wanting as much time as she could get alone with Penny.

***

Getting into the car, Dana felt almost giddy. She had just hugged her father goodbye and watched him make his way through security at the airport. She felt a twinge of guilt that she was more excited about getting home to be with Penny than being sad to see him off.

Dana glanced at her stepmother sitting in the driver’s seat next to her, and her heart was racing, but not as fast as her thoughts. She didn’t know what to expect, now that it was just Penny and her at the house, but her young, horny mind was showing her all kind of exciting possibilities. She was picturing Columbus Day, but for months on end instead of just one day.

Penny met Dana’s eyes, said, “I guess it’s just you and me, now.”

Grinning, Dana said, “Yeah.”

Penny laughed, said, “Let’s go home.”

As Penny started the car, Dana’s heart was racing. She has had two weeks to wonder what it was going to be like with her father out of country, two weeks to fantasize and let the anticipation build. Now that it was happening, she didn’t know what to expect.

Glancing at her stepmother, Dana thought about the curious relationship she had with the woman. To her, Penny was part mother, part lover, part fellow author, and a couple of other parts she didn’t even have a name for. The dynamic of their relationship had changed forever with Penny’s discovery of her fuzzy kitten notebook, then again that first time they slept together. Thinking about the next six months alone with Penny, Dana thought that dynamic was going to change, yet again.

The sexual tension that always sizzled between them had been kept largely in check by her father being around. Dana wasn’t sure what would happen now that he wasn’t there to act as a buffer. Smiling, she thought, Well, I have a good idea what will happen. I’m just not sure how far it’ll go.

Her mind left to stew in fantasies of the next six months, Dana barely noticed the ride home from the airport. She blinked in surprise as Penny pulled the car into the driveway and killed the engine. She smiled sheepishly at how lost in thoughts of Penny she had been the whole way home.

She followed her stepmother inside. Even as she pushed the door closed, she caught the woman’s elbow and moved into her arms. On tiptoes, she kissed Penny deeply.

Pulling back, Penny gave her an amused smile, said in a husky voice, “Slow down. We have six months to get to that.”

“Sorry,” Dana said, her cheeks hot, “I’ve been thinking about it all the way home.”

“Me, too,” Penny said, kissing her tenderly, “I was just thinking… maybe we should ease into it, these next six months.”

“Ease into it?” Dana asked.

Her smile turning up, Penny said, “Maybe make it through lunch without tearing each other’s clothes off.”

Laughing, Dana said, “You are asking an awful lot of me.”

“Well,” Penny said, kissing her, again, “I have some laundry to get started, dishes to wash, bills to pay… you know, the everyday things that need to get done.”

Groaning, Dana asked, “Can’t it wait?”

“No,” Penny said, amused.

“Fine,” Dana said, slipping out of Penny’s arms, “I’ll start the laundry and do the dishes.”

Laughing, Penny said, “Really? This is all it takes to get you to help out around the house?”

“If it gets us upstairs faster, yeah,” Dana said.

“Is it weird that I’m turned on all of a sudden?” Penny said, playfully.

Dana laughed and shook her head, said, “Yeah, it’s weird.”

“Must be a housewife thing, then,” Penny said, turning toward the kitchen, “having someone help with the housework is an aphrodisiac.”

“Well, I’m glad my doing the dishes is making you hot,” Dana said, heading toward the laundry nook.

“Oh, I was already hot,” Penny said, pulling her Ipad in front of her, “I just know if we don’t maintain some semblance of normalcy this next six months, this household is going to fall apart.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Does this mean I still have to go to school and wear clean underwear every day?”

“I’m afraid so,” Penny said, smiling at her.

Still laughing, Dana got a load of whites going, turning the knob to start the washing machine. As the water started to flow, she remembered the time she and Penny had fooled around in the laundry nook. The strong vibrations of the washing machine on its spin cycle had felt so good and Dana thought about sitting on it now to do something about her stymied desire to be with Penny. Unfortunately, the dishes weren’t going to do themselves, so she left the washing machine unmolested and headed back to the kitchen.

Looking at the full sink, Dana wondered how three people could make so many dirty dishes. She started rinsing them and loading the dishwasher, humming to herself as she worked. The mess in the sink slowly disappeared, and when she couldn’t cram any more dishes in the machine, she closed the door and started the timer.

“All right,” Dana said, drying her hands on a towel, “I’ve got a load of laundry started and the dishes are in the washer… what else?”

“The living room needs to be vacuumed,” Penny said, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Oh, come on,” Dana said, giving her a look, “you’re just taking advantage of me, now.”

“A little,” Penny said, laughing.

“How about I make lunch?” Dana said, going to the fridge, “by the time we finish eating, I can put the clothes in the washer in the dryer and load another batch… The dishes will be done, too.”

Penny smiled at her, said, “Sounds like a plan.”

“And then we can go upstairs?” Dana asked.

“I think we’ll have indulged in enough normalcy by then, yeah,” Penny said, playfully.

Dana opened the fridge, looking inside. Spotting some leftovers from last night’s dinner, she grabbed the containers. She put two plates together, one for each of them, and put them in the microwave to heat up. When they were both hot, she brought them to the table. When she turned around from fetching some forks, she found Penny watching her.

“What?” Dana asked, going back to the cabinet for glasses. She set them on the table, then fetched a pitcher of iced tea from the fridge.

Penny waited until Dana sat down to ask, “When did you get so capable?”

“What do you mean?” Dana asked, pouring them a couple of glasses of tea.

“You started a load of laundry, did the dishes, made lunch…” Penny said, sounding impressed.

“I don’t know,” Dana said, blinking in surprise. Shrugging, she said, “I guess I learned from watching you. You always seem to manage to juggle everything without breaking a sweat. Dad would be a mess without you.”

“True,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“Are you having a mom moment?” Dana asked.

Laughing, Penny said, “Yeah, I think I am. My little girl is growing up.”

“Ugh,” Dana said, making a face, “don’t say it like that. It’s weird, all things considered.”

“I know,” Penny said, shaking her head.

“I love you, though,” Dana said, giving the woman an embarrassed smile, “Mom.”

Penny smiled warmly at her and, not for the first time, Dana saw the conflicting emotions in the woman’s eyes. Dana understood them all too well. Penny was part mom and part lover to Dana, the line between them blurring in confusing ways sometimes. Like now. This was the woman who had kissed her scraped knee to make it better when she was younger, but also the woman she intended to make love to after putting another load of laundry in the machine.

We’re kind of a mess, Dana thought, still thinking about the complicated relationship she had with Penny now, but I’m okay with that.

“Um, let’s eat,” Penny said, an awkward end to the conversation.

Dana ate with gusto, the food having held up pretty well even after being in the fridge overnight. Penny was an amazing cook and only youthful exuberance kept Dana from weighing five hundred pounds. She didn’t know what Penny’s excuse was for being in such good shape.

Lunch was eaten and the plates deposited in the sink. Dana was rinsing them off when she felt Penny press against her from behind. Dana smiled as the woman’s arms encircled her, and she pushed back into the woman.

“When you are finished here, come upstairs. I’m going to start a bath for us,” Penny whispered in her ear.

“A bath?” Dana asked.

“I love taking baths,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck, “and it’ll be nice to have some company this time. Your father never wanted to join me.”

“A bath sounds nice,” Dana said, even though she’d rather go straight to her bedroom instead.

“Good,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s shoulder. She released Dana, turning to head upstairs. Over her shoulder, she called, “Hurry.”

Smiling, Dana did just that. She rinsed the last of the dishes, then went to the laundry room to rotate loads between the two machines. She started to head upstairs, then quickly unloaded the dish machine and reloaded it with the last of the dishes. Starting it, she had to laugh. Penny had brainwashed her or something, used some Jedi mind trick to get her to do so much housework.

She ran upstairs to the bathroom. Opening the door, she was surprised to find the lights out and candles burning on the four corners of the tub. The air was redolent of the scented bubble bath Penny had added to the water, and soft music played from a little radio on the closed toilet seat.

Her back to Dana, Penny was undressing. From her spot in the open doorway, Dana paused to watch the woman shimmy out of her jeans.

Penny must have known she was watching, because she managed to make it as sensual as hell. Dana’s heart was racing as Penny pulled her shirt up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. In just her bra and panties, her stepmother freed her long hair from its ponytail, running her fingers through it. Swallowing hard, Dana continued to watch as Penny reached behind her back, slipping the catches on her bra. Dana caught a glimpse of one breast as Penny shrugged out of it. Penny hooked her thumbs in her panties, working them free of her hips and down her long legs.

Finally turning around, Penny came to where Dana leaned against the door jamb. Stepping close, she began to undress Dana without a word. It didn’t take long before the girl was as naked as the woman. Taking Dana’s hand, Penny led her to the tub. The water was perfect, and Dana sighed as she sat down in the hollow of Penny’s legs. She leaned back into the woman, smiling when Penny put both arms around her. She hadn’t been too keen on a bath, had just gone along with it because it was what her stepmother wanted, but now she was glad Penny talked her into it. As far as foreplay goes, this was a very relaxing method.

“Thank you for doing the dishes and laundry,” Penny said.

“I just wanted to get you upstairs,” Dana said, smiling.

“Still, thank you. I’m going to need your help around here, with your dad out of town,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck.

“I know,” Dana said.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun, though,” Penny said, the smile on her face clear in her voice, “probably even some with our clothes on.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Wow.”

“I’m a little nervous, though,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck.

“Nervous?” Dana asked.

“It was hard enough to behave when your father was here, but now…”

Smiling, Dana said, “Do you really think you were behaving, even then?”

Penny laughed, said, “I guess not.”

“You are definitely on Santa’s naughty list,” Dana said.

“There’s no point in behaving now, then,” Penny said, her hand coming up to cup one of Dana’s breasts.

“No point,” Dana agreed, around a moan. Her nipple stiffened under Penny’s attention, ached sweetly. Penny kept it up until she didn’t think she could take any more.

“You know what my favorite part of taking a bath is?” Penny asked.

“What?” Dana breathed.

Penny leaned out of the tub, picked something off the floor, then said, “Playing with this.” She held something out for Dana to see.

“Is that… what is it?” Dana asked, taking it from her.

Penny pushed a button on the side and Dana laughed as it came buzzing to life in her hand. It was a vibrator, but not like any Dana had ever seen. It was aqua green and covered in soft silicone, had push buttons on the side instead of a knob.

“How many vibrators do you have?” Dana asked.

“This one is special,” Penny said, taking it from her.

“What’s so special about it?” Dana asked.

“This,” Penny said, slipping it between Dana’s thighs. Even underwater, it didn’t stop buzzing. Pressing the toy against Dana’s bud, she said, “It’s waterproof.”

“So it’s a bath toy?” Dana said, thinking that this was probably why Penny liked taking baths so much.

“Beats a rubber ducky,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck.

“Oh God,” Dana moaned, the vibrations working all through her body, “it definitely would have been easier to get me in the tub.”

“Then the problem would be getting you out,” Penny said, laughing.

Dana didn’t say it out loud, but she thought Penny was right. If she’d had one of these when she was younger and still taking baths, the water would have been cold by the time she got out.

The vibrator seemed to be designed to be used underwater, not just to be waterproof. Its vibrations seemed to cut through the water and she could feel it all over her body.

“Lean forward,” Penny said, putting her hand between Dana’s shoulder blades.

When Dana leaned forward, Penny urged her to keep going. On her hands and knees, Dana looked over her shoulder at Penny expectantly. Penny pressed the vibrator against her bud for a second, then let it slip higher. Dana gasped as the pulsing toy eased into her, moving deep inside of her slick core. Strong against her clit, the vibrating shaft drove her body crazy inside.

When Dana met Penny’s eyes, she saw that the woman knew how good this felt, knew what the vibrator was doing to her. That sexy little smile on Penny’s lips as she moved the toy slowly in and out said it all. That smile got Dana going almost as much as the vibrations working though her body. That smile was the reason Dana was on the Naughty List this year, because when Penny favored her with it, she knew they were in trouble.

Penny moved the toy in and out of her, angled downward so that each time it slid deep, it pressed deliciously against her g-spot. Getting to her knees, Penny leaned over Dana, sliding her free hand down the girl’s stomach and between her thighs. Dana moaned thickly as Penny’s fingers found her bud, teased it. The vibrator had already had her making these little wordless sounds of excitement, and the swirling pressure of Penny touch only made them louder.

Penny kissed Dana’s shoulder, then the space between her shoulder blades. As she kissed her way down Dana’s spine, a shiver raced up it. When she ran out of back, Penny lightly bit one of Dana’s buttocks, making her yelp in surprise. Looking back at the woman, Dana saw her mischievous grin.

Again, that smile got the better of her, and Dana felt herself start to come. Penny must have felt it too, because she pressed the vibrator against Dana’s G-spot and left it there. The strong vibrations against that very sensitive place sent Dana over the top.

Crying out, she climaxed hard, her whole body shaking like she was having a fit. Penny eased the toy out of her, making her hips jerk. Her fingers didn’t stop their lazy circles, but slowed down. The continued pressure on her clit kept her hips moving, kept the lovely sensations washing through her.

Her body a little jittery from coming so hard, Dana turned to face her stepmother and favor her with a dazed smile. Penny gave her a knowing smile and it made the girl laugh, saying, “Wow.”

“I thought you’d like this thing,” Penny said, turning the toy off.

“I do,” Dana said, taking it from her.

“I’ll buy you one for Christmas,” Penny said, leaning in for a kiss.

“I’m starting to have a collection, like you,” Dana said, thinking about the strap-on and vibrator hidden behind the bottom drawer of her dresser. There was some lingerie back there, too, including some she hasn’t gotten to wear yet. If her father ever found that hiding spot, she’d have a lot to explain.

“You have a ways to go to catch up with me,” Penny said.

Laughing, Dana asked, “How many sex toys do you have?”

Penny blushed, said, “Um… a lot of them are from my younger days. I was a bit more… adventuresome back then.”

“Wow,” Dana said, laughing harder. When she sobered up some, she said, “Maybe we can play with some of them together.”

“I already dusted off the box, cleaned them up,” Penny said, kissing her.

“You are definitely on the Naughty List this year,” Dana said, playfully.

“Well, even if Santa doesn’t bring us anything, we’ll still have plenty of toys to play with,” Penny said.

“Plenty?” Dana teased.

“Keep talking, and I won’t let you play with them,” Penny said. She laughed when Dana pretended to zip her lips, said, “That’s what I thought.”

Dana pressed the button on the side of the vibrator, and it came buzzing to life in her hand. Smiling, Penny moved to the opposite end of the tub, folding her arms on its lip, and looking over her shoulder at Dana. Penny looked so provocative like that, so sensual and tantalizing. Dana’s heart rate kicked up another notch, just looking at Penny’s incredible body so lovingly revealed.

Letting the buzzing toy settle to the bottom of the tub, Dana let her hands freely roam over Penny, exploring every inch of her. While Penny moaned and sighed with these caresses, Dana’s motivations were selfish — she couldn’t take her hands away from the woman, couldn’t stop touching her soft skin.

When the vibrator bumped against Dana’s knee, she looked down at it. The way Penny’s body swayed with her touch and the soft sounds of excitement that slipped from her slack mouth told Dana the woman was ready for the toy. A little reluctant to give up her exploration of Penny’s lovely body, Dana picked up the vibrator. She ran it up the inside of Penny’s thigh, making the woman shiver. When the buzzing shaft found her bud, Penny moaned thickly and her hips eagerly pushed against the toy.

Dana eased the vibrator into Penny when she thought the woman was ready for it. Taking her stepmother’s hand, she put it on the toy. Penny looked at her curiously and Dana just smiled at her, slipping around so that she was face to face with Penny, slouching low, her head barely above the water. Dana put her hands on Penny’s buttocks, pulling her forward. It took a moment, but Penny figured out what Dana wanted.

On her knees, Penny pressed her pussy against Dana’s mouth. Her back arched as Dana’s tongue found her clitoris. Rolling her eyes up at her stepmother, Dana smiled when she saw Penny’s eyes roll back in her head.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” Penny moaned, rubbing her pussy against Dana’s tongue. She had Dana’s cheeks wet from her writhing.

Her hands were jealous of her mouth and Dana ran them over Penny’s thighs and stomach, around to grab the woman’s buttocks. Penny thrilled to her touch, her cries of enjoyment encouraging Dana to keep going.

The vibrator and Dana’s hands and mouth were too much for Penny. Dana felt the woman start to come, rolled her eyes up to watch her stepmother give into ecstasy. She could see the tension building up inside Penny in her face, then there was a moment when Penny stopped breathing, her cry of rapture cut off halfway through.

It was that moment when the human body couldn’t take anymore, half a heartbeat before it exploded with pleasure. It was the eye of the hurricane, a moment of calm after the build-up of excitement and before the sensory overload of an orgasm. Then that moment passed and Penny cried out as her body spasmed. The vibrator slipped from her fingers, splashing in the water.

“Jesus,” Penny said, sitting back. Putting her back to the side of the tub, she gave Dana a dazed smile. “This is going to be a good six months.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Maybe more.”

“Maybe,” Penny said, fishing the still buzzing toy out of the water and turning it off.

“Are you really going to buy me one of those?” Dana asked.

“Probably,” Penny said, then smiled, “but not until your father gets back. Until then, you can use mine.”

“I take it I only get to use it with you,” Dana said, smiling.

“I guess you could play with it by yourself,” Penny said, leaning in for a kiss, “but it’s a lot more fun with someone else.”

Smiling at her, Dana said, “You could say that of most toys, adult or otherwise.”

“True,” Penny said.

“So when are we going to play with the rest?” Dana asked, wondering just what sort of things Penny had in her secret stash.

“Later,” Penny said, moving between Dana’s legs and leaning back into Dana. “We need to pace ourselves.”

Dana smiled, wrapping an arm around Penny. It was kind of funny, the way their positions had reversed since the beginning of their bath.

“I was thinking we could order a pizza for dinner… maybe rent a movie,” Penny said.

“You mean ‘Netflix and chill’?” Dana asked, laughing when Penny turned to look at her.

“And what do you know about that?” Penny asked, with a fake mom scowl.

“Nothing,” Dana said, grinning at her.

“Uh-huh,” Penny said, laughing, “I need to go back to monitoring your internet use.”

***

Dana sat with her back to her headboard, Penny’s old laptop on her knees. She’d just started a new story, was about a page and half into it, when there was a faint rapping at her bedroom door. She closed her computer in a panic, stuffing it under the pillow behind her. Belatedly, she remembered her father was out of town, and it could only be Penny knocking. She doubted that her stepmother would be upset to see her writing a new story.

Not waiting for a response, Penny poked her head into the room. Seeing Dana still awake, she came the rest of the way in, closing the door behind her. The darkness returned, but not before Dana spied the pillow in the woman’s hand.

“Um,” Penny said, coming to the bed, “can I sleep here tonight? I hate sleeping alone.”

Dana moved over, and Penny joined her on the bed. Looking at Dana sitting up, Penny asked, “What were you doing?”

“Writing,” Dana said, then sheepishly added, “I panicked when you knocked, and stuffed the laptop under my pillow.”

Penny laughed, said, “Quick reflexes, even if it was a waste of time.”

“Yeah,” Dana said.

“So what are you writing? Anything I can read?” Penny asked.

“Not really,” Dana said, reaching under her pillow to retrieve her laptop, “I’m only a page and half into it so far.”

“A new story?” Penny asked, her interest piqued.

“Yeah,” Dana said, then laughed, “but I’m not sure what it’s about, yet.”

“You’ve written a page and half and you still don’t know what it’s about?” Penny asked, amused.

“No,” Dana said, shaking her head.

“What’s the page and a half about?” Penny asked.

Dana opened her laptop and unlocked. Before she answered Penny, she skimmed what she had written. Frowning, she said, “Um, I’m not sure.”

Laughing, Penny said, “Okay.”

“Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow,” Dana said, closing out the document. The program asked her for a name to the document. She couldn’t really name it just yet, so she saved it as ‘A’.

She stuffed the computer under her bed. After she did it, she realized it was another wasted action. There was no one in the house to accidentally find it, except Penny. Since she hadn’t gotten in trouble the last time Penny found her writings, she didn’t expect to get in trouble now. Still, she left it under the bed.

“Could you set the alarm for me?” Dana asked, stretching out on her back.

“What time?” Penny asked, rolling on her side.

“Six-thirty,” Dana said, then sighing. It was back to school tomorrow.

Dana heard Penny fiddling with the clock, then the woman snuggled against Dana. Smiling, Dana closed her eyes in the dark. As she started to drift off to sleep, she wondered if this would be the new normal until her father returned, sleeping with Penny. She smiled, liking the feel of her stepmother’s warm body molded against her flank. She was still smiling as sleep claimed her.

***

Dana reached over Penny and hit the button on her alarm clock to silence its insistent bleating. She started to roll onto her back, when she frowned. Blinking a couple of times to clear the sleep out of her eyes, she saw the display still read six o’clock. She glanced at Penny, saw the woman was awake and smiling at her.

“Did you set it for six?” Dana asked, yawning.

“I did,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s bare shoulder, “I thought we might need the extra thirty minutes.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Did you now?”

“You can set it, again, if you want to go back to sleep,” Penny said, with a smile that pushed all thoughts of going back to sleep out of Dana’s mind, “or we could go brush our teeth and fool around in the shower.”

“Is my breath that bad?” Dana asked, sitting up.

“Nothing a toothbrush won’t fix,” Penny said, kissing her. “Come on.”

Dana followed her stepmother down the hall to the bathroom. While brushing her teeth, she kept stealing glances at Penny. The woman kept catching Dana at it, because she was looking, too. Dana suspected that there was definitely going to be some fooling around in the shower.

When the toothbrushes were hung up to dry, they piled into the shower. The hot water helped rouse Dana, but it was Penny’s lovely body pressed against hers that brought the girl fully awake. They took turns washing each other, and Dana realized they were going to need every extra minute Penny had given them when she set the alarm early. They were both still soapy when Penny’s hand slipped between Dana’s thighs. Moaning from the magical caress of Penny’s fingers, Dana let her own hand slid down Penny’s slippery stomach to tease her bud.

The shower stall was soon filled with their cries. Dana came first, but Penny climaxed while Dana was still trembling with hers. They drifting into each other’s arms, kissing and touching until the water started to turn cool.

Penny kissed her, said, “We better get out. I think we’ve used up all of the hot water.”

“Um, yeah,” Dana said, turning off the shower.

They dried off, and Dana wrapped a towel around her naked body. Penny slipped into her robe, then said, “I’ll get some breakfast started, while you get ready for school.”

“Okay,” Dana said, stealing one more kiss before heading to her room to get dressed.

Dropping the towel, she stepped into a pair of panties. Seeing something behind her underwear drawer, she smiled. It was her secret hiding spot for the naughty lingerie Penny had bought for her. Her smile widening, she toyed with the idea of wearing some of it for Penny that night.

Her already good mood elevated by the thoughts of the evening to come, Dana got into her school uniform and headed downstairs. Penny had put together a simple breakfast, and they ate standing up at the center island.

They had spent too much time in the shower, and Dana had to hurry if she was going to catch her bus. She ran upstairs to snag her backpack and a coat. She found Penny waiting for her by the door. The woman pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Pulling back, her stepmother smiled warmly at her and said, “Have a nice day at school.”

Her voice a little husky, Dana said, “Wow.”

Smiling, Penny said, “Bye, sweetie.”

“Bye,” Dana said, still a little dazed from the kiss.

She stepped outside, then had to shake her head and smile. As she walked toward the bus stop, there was a lightness in her step and she had to say, “Now, that’s how you start a day.”

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Companion Hotel, Room 319, Part Two

  • Posted on October 12, 2019 at 2:43 pm

by A Minor Paragon

Susan couldn’t stop thinking about the hot, wild evening she would soon be enjoying, having sex with an attractive woman and her little girl. She was already impatient, glancing at the clock over and over.

Finally, hungering for a glimpse of her newest guests in the altogether, Susan went up to the pool to make sure her two guests were enjoying themselves. She found Carolyn and her mother splashing each other and having fun, and nodded, satisfied. She didn’t get close enough to see anything, and the water mostly hid them anyway, but knowing they were both naked was almost satisfying in itself.

Patience, Susan… you’ll see all of her soon enough.

An hour later she checked up on them again, and found Carolyn’s mom lounging in a chair while a couple of guys were flirting with her daughter.

“Everything okay?” she asked, indicating Carolyn with a nod of her head.

“Oh, she’s loving the attention. Everyone wants to know what she’s doing here, but she won’t tell them, of course. I’m pretty sure she’s been, uh, politely propositioned a few times. And naturally, my daughter just had to go ask the lifeguard if she got asked to people’s beds a lot.”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” answered Susan. “Not that I keep track of that sort of thing.” Her eyes darted back and forth. “As long as you two are enjoying yourselves.”

The woman nodded. “It wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be.”

“What, sharing a pool with a bunch of naked swimmers? Nah, clothes are overrated. Once they come off, they’re all equal, so who cares? Anyway, I have to get back to work if I’m taking the night off. See you later!”

At about four-thirty, Susan changed into her maid outfit and waited for the call to bring up dinner. She couldn’t concentrate on her spreadsheets and kept bouncing around the office. Getting up, looking at the clock, checking her hair, sitting down again. Finally, the call came in, and Susan went to collect the cart to bring to 319.

“Room service,” she called, knocking on the door.

Carolyn’s mother opened it a crack. “Oh, I thought it was going to be — wait, it is you!”

“It’s me! May I come in?”

“Of course.” She opened the door wide. “But why are you–”

“Your daughter did express her preference for a maid, did she not?” she asked with a grin. “Well, here I am!”

“I have my own maid, I have my own maid!” singsonged Carolyn, jumping up from the couch.

Susan glanced back and forth between the two. While her mother had put her clothes back on, Carolyn was totally naked, and Susan liked what she saw.

“Yeah, she wouldn’t get dressed again. Walked back here in a towel, and my little girl has been naked ever since,” explained her mother. “As it’s a sort of special occasion, I allowed it.”

“I’m not complaining,” Susan assured her, finding it hard to take her eyes off the girl. Her skin was smooth and flawless — hardly tanned, because summer had really only just begun. Her chest had only the merest bumps leading down to a slightly narrowed waist and a sweet pink pussy. And those legs, those slender, beautiful legs! Susan couldn’t wait to run her hands over them.

“By the way, how old are you, Carolyn?” she asked, closing the door behind the food cart.

“Ten. I’ll be eleven in a couple of months.”

“Be sure to invite me to the party!” Susan joked. “So, what do you think?” She gave a twirl, and Carolyn clapped appreciably.

“The service is great here, and the maids are all so pretty,” the girl then said, pretending to write in a small notebook. “Note to self: figure out if I should recommend this place to all my friends, or try to keep it a secret. What to do…”

Susan laughed. “Come eat before it gets cold.”

Carolyn skipped over to the table, and her mother clucked her tongue “At least put some clothes on before you eat.”

“Why?”

“Think about it this way,” Susan explained. “How is your mother going to slowly strip you naked after dinner if you aren’t wearing anything?”

“I guess that all depends on your staying here for the night… doesn’t it?” she slyly hedged, looking at her mother.

“Oh, she can stay,” her mother agreed, giving a helpless shrug. “God, what would your father say about… about any of this?”

“Yay! Thanks, Mom. I love you!” Carolyn hugged her mother, then ran off to the other room.

“Thanks, Carolyn’s mom!” Susan said, her heart already beating a little faster.

“It’s Jane, actually,” the woman sighed. “I’m mostly doing this for her. She’ll never stop nagging me until I give her what she wants.”

Sure, just keep telling yourself that.

Moments later, after Susan had set the table for them all, Carolyn reappeared in a mostly strapless dress and seemed almost shy for the first time. Her arms were bare and the dress was held up by a simple black cord that went around her neck and into the front. The top part was a light blue, ruffled in alternating layers, three black and white polka dots, three with a darker blue stripe pattern. She had on dark stockings, but had gone barefoot, and a thick white hairband held her tresses back.

Jane looked her daughter over. “Oh, that’s what you had in the bag you wouldn’t show me. Very sexy.” Then she looked back to Susan. “Now I feel underdressed.”

Susan only smiled. Don’t worry, we’ll be taking it all off soon.

“Yeah, Mom, I wanted to dress up for you. Do… do you like it?” she shyly asked, coming over to where Susan sat.

“I sure do,” Susan answered. “You’ve beautiful, no matter what you wear.”

“Thanks!” Her face lit up and suddenly Carolyn was her old self again, twirling to show off, all but bouncing in her seat.

They sat down to dine, but all were too excited to eat very much. Mother and daughter both complimented her on the food, though.

Finally Susan cleared the plates away and put them back on the cart, and both mother and daughter were at a loss as to what to do.

Susan laughed, grabbing one hand from each of them. “Come on, you two. Don’t chicken out on me now!” She started leading them towards the couch.

“It’s just it happened so naturally the last time,” protested Jane.

“Yeah, I’m sorta nervous right now,” admitted Carolyn.

Susan noticed that the child was trembling a little. “Hey, me too. It’s always different and always new, and you two are the newest. Jane, you sit here.” Susan let go of her hand and gave her a little push, sitting her down on the couch. “Carolyn, you stand right here. That’s it. Stay.”

Letting go of the girl’s hand, Susan plopped down next to her mother, who glanced her way. “Not me, Jane! Susan protested. “Look at her. Look at your daughter. Look at how beautiful she is right now, in that dress that she secretly packed in order to look her best for you.” Jane did. “What was she thinking as she put it on? Was she excited, was she nervous? Was she feeling your fingers slowly caressing those bare arms, up to that strap, then pulling it over her head? Was she imagining her tingling skin, revealed inch by inch as you slipped it off her? And those legs, those lovely legs of hers. Can she feel you tugging those stockings off? Can you see yourself doing that?”

“Yes,” Jane answered softly.

“Carolyn, look at your mother, imagining all those things about you. But she doesn’t have to imagine, does she? You’re right there in front of her. You’ve kissed her, held her in your arms, touched her, tasted her, loved her, gone to sleep in her arms. Are you thinking about kissing her again, right this minute?”

“Yes,” the child whispered, a dazed expression on her face

“Get a little closer,” Susan continued. “That’s it. Take your mom’s hands, just like that. Feel them, are they warm? Is she nervous? There’s no need to be, look into each other’s eyes. Yes, a little closer. See the love you both have for each other? Carolyn, you were actually inside your mother’s body for nine months. Right inside her! You can be that close again, she’s right there. You’re almost touching now, you’re so close. No more need for thought now, just close your eyes, both of you, and love one another…”

Daughter and mother melted into each other’s arms, their lips coming together softly, eagerly.

Susan smiled, watching for a moment, then getting up and turning the light down. There was only the faintest glow illuminating the two lovers, and Carolyn was now kneeling atop her mother’s legs, dress pushed up around her thighs, as the two hungrily kissed again and again.

Susan came back to them, kneeling down to gather Carolyn’s hair and move it to one side. “You two look so amazing like that,” she whispered into Carolyn’s ear. “You just keep that up.” She gently took the hairband from atop Carolyn’s head and set it aside, then gently ran her fingers across the child’s scalp and down, following that soft waterfall of hair. It was just as nice to touch as Susan had hoped, and she breathed in the light hint of shampoo that still lingered there.

She trailed her fingers across Carolyn’s back and down her bare arms, savoring the feeling of that smooth skin, then went up and into the girl’s armpits, wiggling her fingers and causing Carolyn to laugh into her mother’s mouth and squirm a little while she was tickled.

Susan bent and gently kissed the girl’s neck, still rubbing her arms up and down, up and down. After a moment of that, she took hold of Carolyn’s dress, tugging it up and off. Her smooth, bare back was revealed, and Susan’s fingers traveled up and down that beautiful skin, finding the edges of her shoulder blades and spine, then slipping around front to caress her budding breasts and tiny nipples.

Carolyn sighed with pleasure, and allowed herself a moment of feeling her mother’s body pressed into hers, along with her lips, enjoying the hands of this wonderful stranger.

She broke off kissing her mother. “Keep undressing me,” she whispered, and backed off the couch again until she was standing. She turned to face Susan and put both hands on her face, then gently guided the woman to her waiting lips.

Susan was thrilled. This girl’s lips were small and soft, but full of passion as the two began exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Susan felt her wiggling, and opened an eye to see her mother running her hands down the length of her daughter’s body, nails and fingertips gliding across the soft nylon stockings.

Jane’s hands traveled up and down Carolyn’s body several times as the child kissed Susan, but finally on the way down the girl’s her mother put both hands inside her panties, cupping her little girl’s taut bottom. That made Carolyn squirm a little, but her mother didn’t let it last as she took her hands out and grasped the waistband of those pretty panties, drawing them downwards.

The girl was now naked again, and Susan took a step back to look at her in the dim lighting. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, wanting to do so much more to this nymphlike creature.

Carolyn just smiled in reply. “Mom next,” she said, turning back to Jane and pulling her to her feet. “You take the top.” She went for the button on her mother’s jeans, and instead of going around, Susan pressed her body close to Carolyn’s, reaching for the bottom of her mother’s shirt.

“Arms up,” she said with a grin, and Jane complied. With her shirt now nearly off but still across her arms, Susan leaned past Carolyn and stole a kiss from her mother, who seemed a little surprised but accepted it.

“That was a mean trick,” Jane complained when Susan broke it off. But she was smiling as she said it.

“Do it again!” commanded Carolyn, tugging her mom’s jeans down.

“Yes, mistress,” complied Susan, encircling Jane’s waist as Carolyn stepped out of the way. They drew close together, their lips meeting once again as Susan’s fingertips lightly brushed her back on the way up to the clasp of her bra. She unhooked it but kept kissing her, feeling the difference between her new lovers. In the span of a minute, I’ve kissed both a mother and a daughter. Now I want to see how different they taste. She helped steady Jane as the woman stepped out of her jeans, and Susan reluctantly broke off their kiss, taking the bra with her.

“Together?” asked Carolyn, taking one side of her mother’s panties.

“Together,” agreed Susan, taking the other. They were pulled down, and Susan finally got a good look at a naked Jane.

“Oh, very nice,” she purred, her eyes tracing the swell of her breasts, down past her belly button and to her baby-smooth pussy.

“You shaved!” exclaimed Carolyn excitedly. “You’re the greatest, Mom! Oh, that’s going to be so much better. I can’t wait to lick you!”

“Enough about me,” Jane admonished, a finger in the air. “Isn’t there something wrong with this picture?” Both looked over at Susan.

“Yeah!” Carolyn squealed. “Strip the maid!”

Susan held her arms out to the side and allowed her uniform to be taken off by the two, mother and daughter working together. Susan now stood as naked as the others, thrilled at being admired by her new lovers, just as she had admired them earlier. She looked good, and was proud of her body. “Come on, you two,” she said, grabbing each around the waist. “Why stare when you can touch? Here, let me show you how soft our beds are.”

The three stepped past the clothes that were now strewn everywhere, making their way to the bedroom. Carolyn slipped out of Susan’s grasp and jumped onto the bed, lying down on her back. She threw her arms open dramatically.

“Take me, both of you. I’m yours forever!” she giggled.

The two older women crawled towards her, Susan to the left and her mother to the right, and each ran a hand from the girl’s cute little toes up her leg and across her chest.

Carolyn shivered and closed her eyes. “More.”

Glancing at each other, the women crawled to either side, then began slowly kissing their way up Carolyn’s legs, gently biting and licking her smooth, flawless skin.

“Oh, that feels sooooo good,” Carolyn cooed. “Keep… keep going, please.” They didn’t need any urging, kissing their way up to the young girl’s moist pussy, but giving it only the merest of kisses on the way up. “No, please!” she pleaded, spreading her legs wide. “Kiss me there!”

Jane looked questioningly at Susan, who nodded. “Okay, you go first… but I want to lick her too, so no fair making her come right away!”

Susan continued to kiss her way up Carolyn’s body as the girl’s mother began to gently lick her pussy, causing Carolyn to moan wordlessly. Susan swirled around a nipple with her tongue, then sucked it as hard as she could, then gently using her teeth to tease the erect bud. After a moment, she shifted to the other nipple, all the while stroking Carolyn’s body wherever she could reach. Finally, she returned to the girl’s pretty mouth, gently kissing her and muffling her moans.

Carolyn returned the kiss, her tongue joining in the loveplay, then broke away from Susan, gasping, “Switch places now, please? I’m so close. I want to kiss Mom when I come!”

With a final peck, Susan yielded her place to Jane, slid between the little girl’s thighs and fitted her mouth to Carolyn’s pussy. She alternated between plunging her tongue into the child’s vagina as far as it could go, then lightly flicking her clit and sucking it over and over. She wanted to keep Carolyn on the edge as long as she could, wanted to savor this beautiful girl to the full, to drive her out of her mind with pleasure.

It seemed to be working. Carolyn’s cries, now muffled by her mother’s mouth, grew more frantic. Her skin was slick with sweat, and Susan’s tongue thrust in and out of the ten-year-old’s moist opening.

Finally Susan relented, focusing on the young girl’s button until she drove her over the edge. She felt the orgasm surge through Carolyn’s body, pulsing and raging as the child allowed herself to let go. Susan used tender kisses to ease her down gently, finally withdrawing and sitting back on her knees, smiling at the panting girl.

“That was… the best,” gulped Carolyn, getting her breath back. “You’re both so, so amazing!”

Susan lay down on her side next to Carolyn, nestling close to her as Jane snuggled into the other side of her daughter, their legs entwined as they allowed the girl to recover. The women couldn’t stop smiling at each other as they both continued to tease little Carolyn’s nipples, fingers meeting and brushing together on her flat chest.

Finally, Carolyn extracted herself from between the two women and commanded Susan and her mother to “scoot together,” which they did, lying on their backs, bodies touching. They clasped hands as Carolyn began to fondle them both, teasing their pussies with her fingers.

Susan shivered with pleasure, feeling those tiny fingers explore her cunt — now lightly touching, now hard, now plunging inside her and wiggling delightfully. She had both eyes closed, listening to Jane giving little gasps of pleasure, and suddenly Susan knew why when she felt Carolyn’s mouth cover her slit, and a moan escaped her lips as the ten-year-old’s tongue and fingers began pleasuring her together.

Back and forth Carolyn went, shifting between her mom and Susan. With the light touch of her fingers keeping them excited and her mouth taking them steadily higher, Susan felt as if she would explode into tiny bits if she didn’t get her release soon.

Soon. Oh, don’t stop. Oh God, no, right there, yes.

The women looked toward each other at the same time, and something they saw brought them together in a kiss that quickly grew hot, their tongues eagerly tangling and twining.

Carolyn lifted her head to gaze at her grownup lovers as she continued to gently finger their pussies, her heart glowing with happiness. Her mom was so beautiful, and watching her kiss this other woman, hearing the sounds of pleasure that she was making happen, smelling her, tasting her… She’d never loved her more than at this moment. That her mother had agreed to allow a stranger into this, just for her, and to have it working out so well…

“Please, baby,” her mother cried. “Make me come!”

Grinning, Carolyn attacked her mom’s pussy again with lips and tongue, driving her over the edge while she increased the intensity of her other hand between Susan’s legs, causing both women to stiffen and fill the room with sounds of rapture as they went over the edge together.

Finally they collapsed, eyes glazed, and Carolyn slowly withdrew her fingers. Susan and Jane were both looking up at her, smiling contentedly, and she slowly bought those wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Susan managed.

“Thanks! Um, I’m gonna kiss my mom for a bit, if that’s okay.”

Susan smiled. “Long as I get a turn.”

Turning to Jane, Carolyn kissed a pathway up her mother’s body, finally settling on top of the woman and wrapping both arms around her. “Hi, Mom,” the young girl said, “I love you.”

“Oh, my sweet baby girl,” Jane whispered, tears in her eyes, “I adore you. Why did I try to fight this? It feels so good, so right, us being lovers. I’m yours, darling.”

They kissed, and while they did, Carolyn felt Susan start playing with her hair, arranging the long tresses to fall to either side, so that her backside was uncovered. Then she felt fingers gently trailing up and down her back, across her bottom, down her legs. The child gave a little shiver when she felt Susan’s touch lingering between her legs, like a promise of pleasures to come.

Carolyn and her mother kissed for some time, still coming down from the high of their lovemaking, then the little girl switched over to Susan.

Susan felt the weight of this wonderful girl on her body as their lips came together. She drew Carolyn closer, her hands on her firm little butt, then gliding up to caress her back and shoulders. Now it was her turn to be tented under the canopy of that wonderfully soft hair, which her mother began to arrange just as she had done. It surrounded her, brushed her skin, made her more aware of this tiny angel in her arms.

How could it have taken so long for me to explore the delights of love with a little girl? Susan asked herself. I can’t let this be the last time, I absolutely can’t.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as she made out with Carolyn. Did they kiss for minutes, or hours? It seemed like both, and when Carolyn broke away, Susan felt it wasn’t enough. Never enough, she thought, as this beautiful girl looked down at her and smiled. “You and Mom next. I want to watch.”

But I want more of you.

Patience, there’s still plenty of time.

Susan turned to Jane as she crawled to the side, the two of them coming together. How different, she thought, as their breasts pressed together. But nearly as nice, honestly. As they shared hungry kisses, she felt Carolyn’s hands touching them both, running back and forth across their bodies.

“Let me taste you,” Jane whispered, breaking the kiss. Susan nodded, and both women scooted down the bed a little more toward the center, where Susan turned around and dipped her head between Jane’s legs.

“Oh, yeah, that’s so cool!” exclaimed Carolyn as her mother and Susan each began licking and nibbling at the other. Jane’s cunt was hot and juicy, and Susan, arms wrapped around the mother’s legs, was able to caress the edges of the woman’s labia and spread them, inserting a finger as her tongue danced about the erect clit. Carolyn slipped a pillow under her mother’s back so Jane would be more comfortable, then she watched from various angles as the two women swiftly brought one another to orgasm.

Putting Carolyn back in the middle, Jane and Susan recovered while stroking, nuzzling and caressing the young girl until she was squirming frantically, begging them to stop teasing her.

Soon the three lovers arranged themselves in an oral circle, mouths to cunts. This time it was the child’s mother who lay between Carolyn’s legs, while Susan positioned herself so she could be licked by the ten-year-old, while bringing the girl’s mother to a wonderful high with her lips and tongue. Somehow, they all managed to come one last time.

Exhausted, Susan got up and turned the lights out, while mother and daughter slipped under the sheet. Susan joined them so that Carolyn was nestled in the middle, and the three lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms, feeling warm, secure, and very satisfied.

***

The next morning, after a bit more fun and a long hot shower together, Susan invited the pair to stay again, telling them, “You can spend as many nights here as you want here for free, as long as I can join you both in bed.”

“Thank you, Susan,” Jane said. “We had a lovely time with you, and we’ll definitely be back. You helped me understand my true feelings for Carolyn, and I’ll be forever grateful for that.”

“Yeah — thanks, Susan!” Carolyn squealed. “Now me and Mom are really in love, and it might not’ve ever happened without you. I can’t wait to come back, so we can do stuff with you again!” She threw her arms around Susan, hugging her tightly.

Susan escorted her guests down to the lobby. They exchanged warm kisses, then Jane and Carolyn left, turning to wave goodbye as they went. Watching her new lovers cross the parking lot to their car and get inside, Susan turned to go upstairs to her office, a smile of perfect contentment on her lips.

The End

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Help Me, Sister, Part One

  • Posted on October 10, 2019 at 2:28 pm

by FaeLissa

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in December 2013 }

Maolisa paced the outer walk of the widow’s watch slowly, amused to find such a thing here in the middle of a forest in the deep south. From here, high atop the out of place mansion, she could see miles across the multicolored sea of trees in all directions, and even the hole formed in it by the lake to the east. Her expectations of dull autumn colors had not been realized, and she felt less homesick as she admired the reds, oranges, and golds of fall. That fall arrived later in the south than back home was not really important, as long as it arrived. Smiling, she shivered as a cool breeze caressed her body through her thin dressing gown.

***

Aislin looked down at the water, inches from where her toes hung over the edge of the wooden dock. Her bright white feet contrasted sharply with the dark gray aged wood planks and momentarily drew her attention away from the cold water. She wiggled her toes, smirking at how childish they looked even with nail polish, then thought that maybe the nail polish was having an effect opposite of what she intended.

After the brief sidetrack, her mind returned to the task at hand: admiring the beauty of the lake. She’d always been partial to small lakes surrounded by forest, and it didn’t much matter to her what part of the country it was in, as long as it was isolated.

***

Stepping back inside the cupola and out of the wind, Maolisa made her way down the narrow spiral stairs, her bare feet enjoying the feel of the cool, varnished steps. As she stepped into the huge but nearly empty master bedroom, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. She stopped and studied her reflection, smiling faintly at the way her white lace dressing gown made her light skin seem tanned.

Opening the gown, she turned from side to side, assessing her 28-26-28 figure and frowning only slightly at the 28B chest size and the little round bum that kept her hips from being bigger than her waist. She liked having a small chest and hips, but resented the comments about her resembling a little girl that it drew. Shrugging, moderately content with what she saw, she removed the gown and tossed it onto the queen-size bed before stepping through the connecting door to the spacious bathroom.

***

Taking a deep breath, shivering in anticipation, Aislin dove from the dock into the frigid lake, resisting the urge to scream as the icy water seemed to make every inch of her body sprout instant goose bumps. She swam out into the lake as far as she could while remaining underwater, then paused to tread water and catch her breath before doing a simple breaststroke to return to the dock.

As she put her hands on the planks and pulled herself up, she noticed, not for the first time, that her fingers had the same childish look as her toes and sighed in exasperation. Climbing up onto the old wood, she surveyed her naked body and came to the conclusion that she was never going to look like a woman, other than her long hair tickling her heels.

She pulled at her nipples, almost grinning at how they stood firm and hard from the small russet circles of her areolas just from getting cold. Not that it was the only way to get them to stand up, but she blushed over her entire body when she thought of the other ways. She warmed her AA-cup breasts in her hands to try to get the aching nipples to relax, but found the touch caused more tension, not less.

***

The master bathroom featured a bathtub raised on clawed feet, mounted on a small pedestal a few inches from the floor. A shower head attached to flexible tubing hung on the wall beside it, within easy reach of someone sitting or standing in the water. On the opposite wall, under a large window flanked by two brass-framed mirrors, a long counter with a recessed sink was illuminated by multiple wall lights as well as overhead spots.

Maolisa grinned and shook her head slightly, thinking about how little use she was going to get out of the make-up counter (as the salesman had called it). The last time she had used make-up was on graduation day at the insistence of the master of ceremonies, who was convinced girls wore lipstick, blush, and eyeliner all the time.

She looked around for the toilet and eventually found it hidden in a small sub-room closed off by doors disguised as floor to ceiling mirrors. She paused to look down at her vulva, then caress it lightly as she thought there might be hair growing there at last, but discovered it was just a shadow and she was still as smooth as a kid. It seemed even the hormone treatment wasn’t going to fix that.

***

The dock was not attached to any building or road, it seemed to merely grow from the tree-encrusted shore, but when Aislin reached the beginning (assuming the part furthest out in the water was the end) she found the narrow trail she had followed to find it. She was halfway back to the house, lost in the sensations of the trees and bushes caressing her body, before she recalled that she had been dressed when she left the house. She shrugged, smirked at the forest around her and decided she could go back to the dock for her clothes another time.

She continued up the winding path, letting the forest tease her with gentle touches and light scraping on sensitive skin. There was no possibility of just pushing straight through to the house, at least, not while naked. Her one attempt at it had gotten her some very interesting as well as some very painful pokes.

***

The water in the tub was too hot to step indirectly, so Maolisa took a moment to untie her auburn, nearly brown, hair and shake it loose, smiling at the way it seemed to float in slow motion when she shook her head. At five feet long it was only a couple of inches from dragging on the floor when not tied or braided. She preferred it loose, especially when naked, but it could be really annoying, particularly around open flames like campfires or gas stovetops. She only knew one other person whose hair could get as long, and knew it was for the same reason.

Touching the water with the tip of a finger, she decided she had it cooled enough to tolerate, although still a smidgen too hot to be comfortable, and stepped in, figuring it would cool while she distracted herself before washing.

***

Approaching the house from the forest, Aislin noticed a set of stairs winding back and forth from the ground all the way to the top floor, with landings and doors on the two floors in between. Curiosity, one of her more interesting traits, compelled her to climb the stairs to find out where they led. The door at ground level opened into a hallway she didn’t feel a need to explore, so she wiped the dirt off her bare feet, shivering at the touch, and climbed.

The first floor up opened into the spacious kitchen, which surprised her as she hadn’t noticed the door from the inside in the couple of days she’d been in the house. She shrugged and blamed her faulty memory, then climbed up to the next level. She knew it would be a surprise, as she hadn’t been to the second floor up since moving in and had no idea what was there.

As the door swung wide she gasped, then made a sharp, schoolgirl squeal of pleasure at discovering a library that would be the envy of any 19th-century gentleman’s club.

***

Maolisa rested her head on the back of the tub for a moment, then used her toes to capture the chain to the plug and pulled on it, releasing the water and sighing softly as it swirled around her on its way out. Reaching up, she pulled the showerhead from the wall and turned on the faucet under it, making a tiny yelp as the first bit of water out was cold, then sighing again as it warmed.

She rinsed the soapy suds from her body, then stood to make sure her hair was rinsed thoroughly as well, since leaving even a trace of soap in it made it clump up horribly. She looked down at her bare body, then at the settings on the showerhead, then grinned before turning off the water, placing the head back on the wall, and telling herself she needed to make time for experimenting.

***

Aislin stepped into the library and shivered in delight as her feet sank into the plush maroon carpet. She stood and wiggled her toes for a moment, then wandered slowly around the walls. Dark mahogany shelves stretched floor to ceiling, covering most of the wall space on three sides. The fourth side was half-filled with a brick fireplace flanked by inset glass-fronted cabinets holding various decorative items. The bookshelves on the wall nearest Aislin were broken by large windows, but the shelves continued above and below them. The far wall shelves were interrupted only for a door, with the shelves extending across it over the top.

Aislin’s tummy fluttered at the sight of so many books to explore. She told herself to make time for the library, then stepped back outside and onto the staircase to continue to the last landing.

***

Finding a towel big enough to use as a small blanket hanging near the tub, Maolisa wrapped herself in it and wandered over to the make-up counter. She discovered her favorite comb had already been set beside the sink and started combing her hair, looking around as she did, seeing details she had missed on her first look. One thing she found was a door beside the mirrored door to the toilet. Pausing her combing, she reached for the knob, grabbing it just as it was turned and pulled from the other side. She screamed in shock and heard a mirroring scream in a similar voice.

***

The door at the top of the stairs had no window, and the landing didn’t go far enough to the side to be able to look into the windows in the wall, so Aislin just grabbed the doorknob, turned and pulled. Seeing Maolisa standing there startled her and hearing the scream triggered her to scream as well.

Maolisa dropped her comb and towel, then started giggling. Aislin leaned against her and Maolisa wrapped both arms around her, hugging Aislin and holding her up as the two of them laughed a lot harder and longer than the incident really called for. As they slowly caught their breath, Maolisa let go of Aislin and picked up her towel, wrapping it around herself, then retrieved her comb and resumed fixing her wet hair.

“Ash, what are you doing sneaking around outside my bathroom? And naked?” She kept her eyes on Aislin’s face, knowing the girl was very sensitive about her body, in spite of refusing the hormones that would fix what she claimed she didn’t like.

Aislin continued to giggle, shrugging. “I went down to the dock and had to swim. It’s cold. I forgot my clothes when I came back, then I saw this staircase and wanted to see where it went.” She grinned, “it went here.” Aislin pushed past her sister and her mouth dropped open in awe, “Oh, Mail! This is wild! You could rent your bathroom out as an apartment!” She took the comb from Maolisa’s hand and started combing for her as she continued to look around. “What are you going to do with all this space? Between us we don’t have enough make-up for even one of those cabinets.”

Maolisa let her sister comb her hair for her, they’d done that for each other most of their lives, and shrugged. “Not really much to do with it. Bathrooms aren’t really the most versatile rooms in the house. Besides, there are tons of other rooms being wasted already. There’s enough bedrooms alone to turn this place into a hotel.”

Aislin shook her head side to side vigorously, “Nuh-uh. No hotels. Hotels have people in them. Lots of people. Mostly lots of rude people.”

Wincing, Maolisa took Aislin’s hand with the comb and held it still, “You’re going to pull my hair out!” She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her sister’s lips. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that to you. Not really soon, anyway, and certainly not without us talking through it together.”

Leaning forward, Aislin kissed her sister in return, parting her lips slightly and then giggling again as Maolisa blushed. She resumed combing her hair.

They stayed quiet until Aislin was finished, then Aislin grabbed Maolisa’s towel and pulled it away, laughing, “Get dressed if you’re gonna, we have a house to explore. Did you know it has a library? Already chock full of books? It’s huge! I might have to move my bed in there for a while.”

Blushing brightly as Aislin tried to lead her to the outside door while she was still naked, Maolisa wiggled her hand until she got free, then headed for the door to her bedroom. “Let me get something on first! You’re worse than a little kid.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m the same as a little kid, except smarter.”

“More educated maybe, I’m not so sure about smarter,” Maolisa quipped, then winced and blushed again as Aislin slapped her bare bum. “Okay, okay, a little smarter.” She jumped to get into her room before she could get smacked again.

Maolisa had to hunt for the right closet to find something she felt like wearing, which she determined, from Aislin’s mood, should be something modest if she didn’t want to spend the day red-faced. She sighed as she considered her reaction to Ash’s playful touching, once again deciding it wasn’t something she wanted to think about. She pulled out a couple of nice silk kimonos, one with flowers for herself, and one with a dragon for Aislin to try to get her interested in wearing it. Slipping on some flip flops, she went back through the bathroom then out to the landing her sister had barged in from.

Aislin was standing near the stairs, about to run down but stopped to put the kimono on with a heavy sigh. As she looked down, she noticed her sister’s flip flops and shook her head side to side. “Nope. Not wearing those things, They’re a horrible invention. They’re ugly and the noise they make is really, really disturbing.”

Mail smiled and nodded, then stepped out of her flip flops and continued down the stairs barefoot. “Remind me to get some slippers that you approve of next time we’re in town.” She didn’t notice her sister watching her feet on the steps and biting her lower lip.

Once inside the library, they looked around the books for a few minutes, then dropped onto opposite ends of a big overstuffed sofa facing the empty fireplace. Maolisa curled her legs up underneath her while Aislin stretched hers out toward Maolisa, pushing her feet under the edge of her sister’s kimono and rubbing her leg with her toes. Mail noticed the lip-biting this time and looked at her quizzically. “Something bothering you?”

Aislin shook her head side to side, her ghostly white face getting a bit pink as she looked down shyly, “No, nothing’s wrong. This is so great, now. I mean having such a big place, and us being together and out of school. What could be wrong? Why would you think something was wrong?”

“Well, first, you keep biting your lip, and I don’t remember you doing that before. Second, you’re babbling.” She grinned, “Well, you always did that, but usually you were talking about a book or something, not just sounding nervous.” She put her hand down by her side and caressed Aislin’s feet tenderly. “Have I become scary to you?” she asked as Aislin’s feet jumped and then trembled under her hand.

Shaking her head, Aislin spoke softly, “Not more than anyone else. It was a long time, then suddenly you call out of the blue and invite me to move down here with you. I’m happy we’re back together, but it’s new.” She grinned sheepishly, “and you know how I am about new.”

Maolisa slid her hand up and down Aislin’s leg, then caressed her feet again, thinking she understood why Ash trembled again, and smiled at her tenderly. “I know. That’s why you went with Mom when the folks split. Dad couldn’t handle your sensitivities.” She smirked, “He couldn’t really handle much of anything. Getting me out of his house was probably the best thing that lottery money will ever do for me.” Shrugging, she looked over the little body of her sibling, “although he did make sure I got the hormones to, um, finish growing up. I still don’t know why you didn’t.” She made a gesture like holding up breasts, “then you could have boobs, too.”

Aislin giggled, blushing. “I’m happy the way I am, even if I do fuss about it sometimes. There were a few times in high school I considered it, but,” she shrugged, “it just isn’t for me. Mom doesn’t understand, either, but she lets me make the decision and doesn’t get mean about it.”

“Dad would have been mean. It’s why they split up — when he doesn’t get his way, he gets mean.” Maolisa stroked Aislin’s slim ankles lightly. “As you can see, it only got me a little further along.” She smirked, “and the biggest effect seems to be that now, I have periods. The one part of growing up I would gladly have skipped.”

Moving her feet to rub the soles against Maolisa’s thighs made her shudder and blush again, but Mail seemed to have decided that she knew what was going on with her weirder sister and let it slide.

Aislin slid her feet again, then stood up and returned to looking at the books, not noticing that the tie to her kimono had come off and her undeveloped body was exposed. Not that it would have mattered to her if she had noticed.

“Did you know they were going to leave the place furnished and all the books in it?” she asked her sister.

Nodding, Maolisa smiled at Aislin’s obsession with books. “Yes. The previous owner died and the estate was happy to dump it all in one transaction, since I gave them close to the estimated value. I didn’t want to have to do all the decorating stuff, and it’s the style I would have wanted anyway.” She stood up, making sure her kimono was closed, and headed for the door. “Let’s get some lunch. I skipped breakfast and now I’m hungry.”

Aislin nodded absently, then grinned, “Oh, sorry. I almost missed that. I do that to Mom all the time. She asks about food, and I just nod and never even notice what she said.”

As Ash approached Mail, Mail reached out and tried to take her sister’s hand. Aislin jumped away, tripping and falling back against a bookcase, hitting her head, as she yelled, “No touching!” Once she was on the floor and holding the back of her head she swore softly. “I’m sorry, Mail. I wasn’t expecting that, and I guess I just went on autopilot.” She held her hand out and Mail cautiously helped her to her feet, then held the trembling little hand lightly.

“People still scare you?”

“Only most of the time.” She blushed prettily. “That was why when you invited me to live twenty-five miles from the nearest neighbor, I jumped at it — even though it meant change. Change might be bad, but people are worse, and we were right in the middle of town.”

“That part I can understand. I still get the shakes if I have to be in a group for very long or in a small space.” She moved her arm slowly around her sister’s waist, then gently hugged Aislin when she didn’t panic again. “I never was as sensitive as you, but enough that I can understand. I should have been more careful.”

Aislin leaned toward her and lightly pressed her lips to Maolisa’s, “It’s okay, Mail. We’ll adjust to each other in time, if I don’t drive you to kick me out first.” Her tummy fluttered when Maolisa puckered her lips during the kiss, and her face got a little warmer.

Maolisa replied, her lips tickling Aislin’s, “I won’t ever do that, even if you go back to tantrums every day at dinner.”

Aislin blushed brightly at the reminder of her early teens, then allowed Mail to lead her by the hand to the kitchen.

While Maolisa looked around for food supplies, Aislin hopped onto one of the spacious countertops, crossed her legs, folded the sides of her kimono in to cover her lap, and sat watching.

“Don’t you know where you put anything?” she asked after the search went on for over ten minutes.

“I didn’t do the shopping, I got a service company to clean up and stock the pantry.” She paused to look at her sister, “don’t worry, I got a list from Mom for you. The freezer must have at least ten gallons of ice cream in it.” She stood up and looked around, one fingertip pressed lightly to her lips, then suddenly pointed at Aislin, “Oh! And you have to look in the cabinets beside your window. There should be candy.”

Ash grinned widely, “I found it by smell. Tons and tons of sugar can’t be hidden.” She put her hands on her feet, twitching a little as she idly caressed her toes, “I guess Mom told you I go on sugar binges.”

“Better than drinking binges. I had a summer of that, and I don’t want to repeat it.” She looked around again, then pulled open the freezer and took out a frozen pizza. “Looks like we have to do the easy thing for now until I learn what’s what in here. Or get someone else to cook.”

“Don’t look at me. I’ve burned enough parts of my body. If it takes heat to make it, I’ll pass. I just can’t seem to handle the stove.”

Maolisa prepared the oven, then leaned against the counter beside Aislin while waiting for it to preheat. “Mom thinks that’s just because you can’t settle down. She says you get really nervous and jittery when you start trying to cook.”

Aislin shrugged, “Maybe, but it doesn’t seem to get any better with practice. Mom tried and tried to get me to cook so she could rest after work, and I just couldn’t get it. Something always went wrong.”

Mail put her hand on Ash’s hands, still resting on her feet, waited for her sister’s shiver to pass, then caressed her lightly, smiling softly, and said, “I know. Mom gave me lots and lots of warnings.”

Blushing, Aislin looked down at her sister’s hand covering her own, pleased to see it looked almost as childish as hers, including the short nails, although Mail’s looked trimmed rather than bitten. “Like how I live in my own world, unconnected to reality?”

“She mentioned that. Several times. Forcefully.” Maolisa grinned at her sister. “Just don’t bring any dragons here, the house is big but not that big.” The oven signaled that it was preheated, and Maolisa pulled the pizza from the box and put it inside, setting a timer. She returned to caressing her sister’s hands, giving her a tender smile when she shuddered. “If I give you enough attention, will you stop being so nervous?”

“Probably for you, but it doesn’t always work. Most people stay scary no matter how much time I spend with them, but once in a while I find someone I can get used to.” She smiled shyly at her sister. “I’m expecting you’ll be one of them, since I wasn’t scared of you before.” She reached out and caressed Maolisa’s cheek with her fingertips, then let them drift over her lips, biting her own when Maolisa kissed her fingers.

“School must have been really rough.”

Nodding, Aislin shifted her bum on the counter, “They tried to make space and rules for getting near me, but with the push to get handicapped people mainstreamed, they wanted to try to force me to be with the regular students. I think I missed about three-quarters of the year cause of not being able to face them.” She shrugged and put her hands back on her feet. “It wasn’t so bad, though. There were girls that liked to try to take care of me, overpowered mother instincts I think, and they would make people stay away as much as they could. Teachers were the worst. They seemed to think they could just order me to not panic.” She unfolded her legs and slid off the counter as the pizza timer sounded, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Maolisa was looking over her body as the kimono pulled up for a moment when it caught on the edge of the counter.

Maolisa found a steak knife and cut the pizza into wedges, then watched as Aislin tore a slice into small bits with her fingers, shaking her hand every once in a while as it got too hot. She offered the knife to her, but Ash pulled back as if afraid of it, and Mail moved it away. “You don’t like knives?”

“Mom didn’t let me near really sharp ones. She was afraid if I had a tantrum I might hurt someone really bad by accident. She made such a big deal out of it that I guess it made me leery of even touching one.” She smiled sheepishly, “I never hit anyone during a tantrum, though. I yell bad words and bang things and stomp my feet and cry and sometimes just scream.” She fidgeted with her pizza, now ripped into bite-size pieces, pushing it around and occasionally picking up a piece to chew for a long time. As she ate and kept her attention on pizza pieces, she seemed to relax a bit.

Thinking about her sister’s control problems made Maolisa a little uncomfortable. Not so much out of fear of what she would do, but the discomfort of feeling sorry for her when she knew that was the last thing Ash would want. Her father tried to blame Aislin’s issues on attention-seeking and ‘being a baby’, but her mother and the doctors said Ash was severely autistic and had to work really hard to avoid freaking out over every little thing.

Mail was hoping she could give Ash a place to be herself with few outside disruptions to trigger problems, since Mail herself was autistic, just not so severely. One of her first steps would be to learn Ash’s rituals, like tearing her food into tiny bites, and not make her uncomfortable about them. She watched her older but smaller sister eat, a little flutter in her stomach at observing how childlike she could be.

When Aislin was finished eating, she stood and walked away from the table, leaving scraps of pizza behind. Maolisa got her attention with a little cough, then pointed at the bits of food. “Hey, Ash, could you get those? The trash is that flap under the sink, like they have in fast food places.”

Aislin looked at the scraps with a wrinkle in her brow, as if confused, then smiled, “Oh, yes. Trash.” She giggled nervously, blushing a little, “Um, you might need to tell me a few times about picking up. Mom wasn’t consistent and, well, I dunno if you know, but it’s hard for me to remember what things to do if it changes too much.” She looked down at the floor and fidgeted a little before saying softly, “Like if you want me to clean up after eating then I have to do it every time, not just sometimes when you don’t feel like it. Or you can ask each time you want me to, if you don’t want it to be a regular thing.”

Maolisa carefully approached and wrapped her arms around Aislin, hugging her gently, “I know. Remember, we did live together for many years before the divorce. I know about routines and how evil change is.” She pulled her head back to try to look into Ash’s eyes, forgetting for a moment that Ash never looked a person in the eyes, “I have my own, you know, although I try to fight them,” she smirked, “not very successfully, but I try.” She released her sister from the hug. “Picking up stuff from the table is one we both need, unless we decide we can handle having a housekeeper, and that couldn’t be until after we get accustomed to the place, so we still need that routine for now.”

Aislin wiggled out of Maolisa’s arms, her body starting to tremble from being so close, then cheerfully picked up the remains of lunch and disposed of them, asking, “So what do we do with the trash when it’s full?”

Opening the cabinet door under the flap, Maolisa showed her the trash basket, “Just take this out the back door, turn right, there’s a fenced area on the side of the house. Inside is the big trash things. Dump it in there and bring it back. The big things are emptied by the trash company on Monday mornings, so we don’t have to worry about that part of it.”

Once the kitchen had been cleaned up, Aislin took off her kimono and handed it to Maolisa, “Here, you can have this back. I’ll get something of my own after I have a shower.” She headed out to the hallway and up the inside stairs to the third floor, then found her room at the opposite end of the hall from the master bedroom. While it was further from Maolisa’s room than she wanted, the other options didn’t suit her tastes as well. She liked the dark greens and browns of carpet and wallpaper, and the big four-poster bed with matching bedding planted in the center of the room instead of against a wall. When she had first seen it, she giggled and told Mail it was perfect, giving her a chance to fall out of bed in any direction without being restricted by walls. Sections of the walls had dark wood panels that had turned out to be doors behind which were cabinets, closets, and drawers, with more storage space than Aislin could imagine ever needing, and one led to a large bathroom.

Maolisa watched Aislin until she turned into the stairway and out of sight, smiling to herself. She’d wanted to have her little older sister back for a couple of years, but her father had no tolerance for handicapped people and would go out of his way to cause them trouble. That she was his daughter only made it worse. At the same time he forbid Mail from contacting her, claiming Ash had abandoned the family when he sent her to stay with her mother. Winning the lottery with the ticket he had given her as the only present for her eighteenth birthday had allowed her to get out from under his insanity.

***

Aislin stretched out in the tub, which was more than large enough for her to lie down in without bending in any way, and turned on the shower, relaxing in the artificial rain. She pictured her younger sister as she looked when Ash took her towel and sighed deeply, then took care of the physical tensions it raised. After resting a few minutes she washed, sitting under the running shower. While she’d never had any problems in a bath, her mother had always been afraid she would have some kind of attack (her mother didn’t really understand autism) and wouldn’t let her have the water more than a couple of inches deep. Aislin didn’t like standing in the shower, though, as she was afraid of losing her balance when touching parts that made her tremble or shudder while washing. So a shower while sitting or lying in the tub was her compromise, although she thought she might have to try a full bath, with deep water, soon. Maybe have Mail sit with her just to be safe, although that might bring up other issues. Aislin blushed as she pictured it, and hurried through the rest of her shower-bath.

***

Maolisa returned to her room and looked through her drawers until she found some shorts and a t-shirt, then changed clothes. She looked for her flip-flops a minute before remembering Ash wouldn’t let her wear them, then put on some tennis shoes without socks and smirking as she thought about how her father would yell that the shoes would be ruined by her sweat. She was tempted to throw out all her socks just to spite him, but dismissed the silly idea right away. She had enough silly ideas that she hung onto without keeping spiteful ones. Like kissing her sister on the mouth.

She couldn’t recall what had prompted her to pucker her lips, but she was glad Aislin had simply returned the kiss without getting all upset. A small sigh escaped as she remembered those soft little lips moving against her mouth. Shaking herself out of introspection, she went through her bathroom to the outside stairs, briefly wondering why the stairs went to the bathroom instead of the bedroom.

***

The deck outside Aislin’s bedroom didn’t have a set of stairs leading down, but it was large enough to contain a set of all-weather furniture including a sofa, two lounge chairs, and a small game table with matching chairs and umbrella. Ash stretched out on a lounge chair and dozed, letting the cool breeze raise bumps all over her body and stiffen her nipples. The tightening of her nipples gave her pleasant daydreams, but not enough to incite her to actually move, and she fell into a nap.

***

The afternoon was getting cooler as Maolisa went down the stairs and across the clearing into the forest at a brisk clip. Her intent had been to get exercise by jogging to the dock along the path through the forest, but she quickly discovered that running a winding, ungraded, narrow dirt path was much more difficult than the paved park paths in a city; the quarter mile trip one way had her completely winded.

She found her sister’s clothes from the morning dropped haphazardly around the wooden planks. She looked around for shoes but didn’t find any, so assumed she hadn’t worn any even at first. Mail wondered how she could have such pretty little feet the way she mistreated them, walking across any surface in her path without shoes, regardless of how rough and torn up it might be. She picked up Ash’s shorts, t-shirt, and underpants, looking twice at the underpants, since her mother had told her it was near impossible to get Aislin to wear underclothes. She shrugged and started the walk back up to the house.

***

Waking up was always a slow process for Aislin. It would take her several minutes to separate dream from reality when waking in her own bed. Waking in a new place, on a lounge chair outdoors, she found it difficult to pull herself the rest of the way awake. A soft hand caressing her chest, brushing lightly over a nipple as it moved up her neck, then cupped her chin, made it more dreamlike. She imagined she heard her sister’s soft voice whispering her name, then again. Gradually it occurred to her that she might not be imagining it. She opened her eyes as the soft hand slid lightly down over her throat to rest gently on the center of her chest. She felt her cheeks flush as her nipples hardened at the touch. She looked over to Maolisa and saw no sign that anything was wrong.

Sitting on the seat beside her sister and leaning over, Maolisa touched her lightly, trying to wake her. She wasn’t sure what kind of touch would set off one of Ash’s downward spiraling reactions. She whispered her name, then bent her face down and kissed her sister’s lips lightly, then again, when she found them slightly parted, inhaling through her mouth to capture the candy-flavored breath, smiling when she figured out the flavor was spearmint. She let her tongue touch her sister’s lips, wetting them, then lifted her head and caressed the pretty face as she whispered Aislin’s name again.

As Ash blinked slowly awake Mail blushed lightly. When no bad reaction came, Maolisa let her hand slide back to Ash’s chest, trying to avoid brushing the nipple again. She didn’t want her sister thinking she was trying to take advantage of her in her sleep.

“I went down to the dock and found your clothes. Did you have shoes? I didn’t find any.” Maolisa continued, speaking in the soft voice she’d used to wake Aislin. It was her natural tone, but she had gotten into a habit of trying to speak louder, after being told over and over that a soft voice was a sign of weakness.

“I haven’t worn shoes since graduation. School was the only time I really needed to,” Aislin replied in a similarly soft voice. Aislin had developed a habit of matching her tone to the tone around her, since she didn’t really grasp the nuances of a changing voice. Mail made a note to herself to speak softly around Ash, so she could hear that softer voice again.

“What about stores and restaurants?”

Aislin grinned, “You’d be surprised what you can get away with when people think of you as ‘that freak kid’. Clerks would help find stuff for me to get me out of the store faster, rather than fuss at me for being barefoot.” She paused only a moment before looking away shyly, her face flushed a brighter pink, “and I can’t eat in restaurants. I don’t remember the last time I was in one for more than just picking up a take out meal. I hate them.”

Maolisa reached to stroke her sister’s cheek comfortingly, but caught herself before making the contact that might trigger a panic or tantrum. “I don’t usually go to them. They’re uncomfortable when you’re alone, and Dad didn’t want to be seen in public with a daughter, because it might hurt what slim chance he had of getting a date. Not that he ever got a date that I know of, but in his mind he’s a ladies’ man.”

Aislin giggled, trying to picture the drunken bully she remembered playing a lothario. “He must have an even richer fantasy life than I do!” Maolisa joined her in giggling.

“Anyway, I put your dirty clothes in the utility room beside the kitchen.” She chewed her lip, then blurted out, “I found panties down there, but Mom said you don’t wear them. Did you start and not tell her?”

Ash giggled again, “No, I just wore them like, um, don’t laugh! Like a shield, sorta. A thing to do to feel safer.” She looked away again, “I get scared sometimes, and little things like that help me think I’m doing something to be safer, and that helps me not panic.”

Mail waited until Ash was turned where she could see her move, then caressed her shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Aislin’s hand covering hers and her mouth turning up into a smile let Mail know Aislin understood the intent.

“Oh, okay. Well, they’re in the utility room, too. Do you know how to do laundry, or is there a reason you can’t?”

Shaking her head side to side, Aislin smiled, “Nope, no reason not to. One of the parts of normal life Mom let me do for myself. Although she always checked to make sure I didn’t forget the soap or to turn the machines on.”

“Oh good. The more you can do yourself, the less need we’ll have for housekeepers or anything,” Maolisa smiled, “and the less of that we need, the less people you have to see. Except me. You have to see me. A lot.”

Aislin took her sister’s hand and kissed the back of it lightly, “I like that part. Seeing you, I mean. The part about housekeepers and people, well, the less the better. I could be happy going a year of no other people right now. I still haven’t gotten over graduation, and that was months ago.”

Maolisa looked up and down her sister’s body, hoping it seemed casual, then stood up and smiled down at her, “I’ve got paperwork to take care of. My office is on the second floor beside the library, if you need anything.” She started to turn toward the door, then paused as she felt Ash’s fingers trail over her thigh, then turned back, “Did you want an office or a computer room or something? Or is the library all you need?”

Shrugging and looking at where her fingers still rested lightly on her sister’s leg, Aislin shrugged. “I don’t have a computer or anything like that. Mom was afraid I wouldn’t use one and we didn’t have the money to spare. I’m not even sure I’d have a use for one, although I’ve wanted to try making pictures.” She shrugged again, “Mostly I just read, so the library suits me, and I love all the wood and leather.”

“Leather?”

Grinning, Aislin tapped Maolisa’s thigh, “The book bindings? You didn’t notice most of them are real leather bindings? And the seat covers? The desk blotter?”

Blushing brightly, Mail turned back to go into the house. “Oh, I wasn’t thinking of leather in that context.”

Aislin watched her sister’s bum sway as she left the deck, thinking she’d like more information about the context Mail had been thinking of. She blushed as several images ran through her mind, then forced herself to think about getting up and doing something.

With a small effort she pulled herself up from the lounge chair and went to look in her closet, knowing Mail had added considerably to her wardrobe when stocking the room. After just a couple of minutes she found a deep green, very light, satin dressing gown that fit loosely and had a little sash to hold it together so Ash wouldn’t have to think about it, which was a requirement since Ash wouldn’t think about it. Some form of clothing was needed, as Aislin was heading for the library, and sitting on leather chairs while naked was not comfortable for very long

***.

Maolisa dropped into her desk chair and kicked off her tennis shoes. She grinned lightly, thinking how Aislin was already corrupting her: in the past, she didn’t take her shoes off just to be comfortable. She wiggled her toes, thought about how they could use some nail polish, then pulled her chair up to her desk and moved the mouse to wake up the computer. As she worked, she kept finding herself rubbing her feet on the carpet and shook her head with a smirk, realizing why Ash was always moving her feet.

***

The chair in the library was a large antique, matching the desk. Made of dark, heavy wood, the seat, back, and arms had thick, soft, leather-covered padding in the important places. Aislin leaned back and put her feet up on the edge of the desk, then pushed a little, smiling as she found the chair was too heavy to be accidentally tipped over that way. She put her feet back on the floor, enjoying the feel of the luxurious carpet, and stood up to look more closely at the books.

***

Emails from her lawyer made Maolisa smile widely as the trust she had been trying to set up for Aislin was finally confirmed and approved. Nearly a third of her lottery winnings were put aside in case there came a time Ash was left alone or survived past retirement age, with the investments spread widely enough that the risk of complete loss was low. A quarter of the funds were in a retirement account for herself that was safe from her tendency to overspend, requiring legal hoop-jumping to extract money from. The rest was invested with a limited cash-withdrawal option, automatic deposits into her spending account and the accountant’s account for paying the bills. Mail could be a responsible person for most things, but getting bills paid on time was not one of them. After reading through the documents and marking those tasks complete she decided to get up for a few minutes to stretch.

***

Finding Sir Thomas Malory’s Le Morte d’Arthur and T. H. White’s The Once and Future King as a bound set made Aislin squeal and jump up and down like a child before reaching for the first one. Carrying it back to the desk as if it were as fragile as a snowflake, she set herself down, sliding until her bum was almost off the front edge of the seat, put her feet up onto the desk, ignoring the way the dressing gown fell open to her waist, and opened the book carefully. Within minutes she was lost in the stories, her trembling from excitement at finding the books subsiding as her mind wandered into fantasy.

***

Maolisa sighed as her bare feet stepped onto the cool hardwood of the hall floor, then turned toward the stairway. Before she got there, she decided to peek in the library and see how her sister was doing. It never occurred to her that Ash might not be there, as Ash was always where books were.

From the doorway she was looking at the side of the desk and chair and could easily see that Aislin was bare from the waist down, her robe hanging to the floor from the seat instead of wrapping her legs. Mail smiled at Ash’s pretty legs, ankles crossed and cute little feet resting on the desktop, toes tapping the air in time with some tune in Ash’s head. She wanted to reach out and touch the lovely, soft skin, but didn’t want to scare her sister, nor interrupt her relaxation. Reading seemed to help Aislin’s ability to cope with reality much better than any other form of stress relief. She blew her sister a kiss and wandered back to her office.

***

As the light from the afternoon sun faded from the windows some automatic system gradually raised the artificial lights in the library. The change was so gradual Aislin’s reading was not disturbed, giving her hours of enjoyment and relaxation. By the time she returned from the worlds in the book her back was aching from being slumped in the hard chair for so long, and she moaned softly as she squirmed to get the kinks out before lifting her feet from the desk and placing them on the floor, wiggling her toes.

“Ouch,” she muttered as she tried to stand and fell back, then succeeded on a second try. Stretching backward then forward, then reaching to touch her toes, shuddering, then standing up straight again and wiggling her whole body seemed to get the kinks out. She grinned to herself, remembering her mother fussing that it wasn’t fair, how she could recover so easily from a stiff back. The thought got her thinking of her mother and she decided to ask Mail to invite her to come visit, since she refused to move to the south with them.

***

Maolisa’s office was originally intended as a walk-in closet, so she only had room for her desk, computer, file cabinet, and safe — not even a chair for visitors. She liked it that way, so she could get things done. It didn’t take much to distract her, even simple knickknacks and pictures could break her concentration if she saw them out of the corner of her eye, so she put her office where there wasn’t room for that stuff, and kept everything else in its place. Setting up that way had the beneficial side-effect of keeping her from dawdling over things she needed to do; so she could get the work done and get out as quickly as possible.

So when Aislin appeared in her doorway, Mail stood up to exit the office instead of inviting her in. Aislin didn’t move right away and Maolisa brushed up against her as she got to the door, feeling her shiver a little without moving away from the touch. Mail smiled and intentionally brushed her hand against Ash’s shivering herself when her sister clasped it briefly before moving back from the doorway.

“I like your office, Mail. It’s nice and cozy. You just need to change the color. White is horrible. Walls should never be white,” Aislin grinned at her sister. “I want a nice green office, with green carpet, green wallpaper and even a pastel green ceiling.”

“We can make you an office and just spray it down with water and let mold grow on everything, how’s that?” her sister teased, but when Aislin blushed and looked down at her toes, a glum expression on her face, Maolisa gave her a careful hug and apologized. “I’m sorry, sis. I forget that teasing like that doesn’t work for you. It was supposed to be a joke.”

Aislin smiled faintly, “Oh. I never know when it’s supposed to be a joke or being mean, and it always feels mean even if I should know better.” She lightly brushed Maolin’s cheek with her lips, “I’ll try to think the right way, so you don’t have to worry about how you talk.”

“And I’ll try to think the right way and not tell jokes that could be insulting. It’s not really a nice kind of humor, anyway.” Maolisa took advantage of the tender moment to kiss her sister’s lips, suppressing the urge to lick them, and gently tighten her hug. Feeling Aislin starting to tremble, Mail backed away as casually as she could, a little surprised to notice Ash’s cheeks getting a little flushed.

Looking down at her toes, rubbing the line between the carpeted office and the hardwood hallway, Aislin tried to get herself distracted. “I was coming to ask if maybe we could have Mom come visit soon. I think I miss her already.”

Maolisa started down the hallway, holding her hand out to Aislin to let her decide if she wanted to take it or not. “Yes, well, me and Mom already talked about it. She said you would probably want her to visit within the first few days, but might hold out a couple of weeks. You think you can make it a month, or do you need her sooner?”

Aislin took her sister’s hand, her own quivering just a little at the touch, “I want to say that would be fine, but I know me and that would be too long. Maybe two weeks from now? I don’t want to be a pest, but this is a lot of change… and even though I’m happy, stress is stress, good or bad, and it builds up.” She grinned at Mail, “If it had been me winning the lottery, I probably would have had a temper tantrum from the surprise and torn up the check.”

Mail laughed and had to concentrate to stop herself from giving her sister a big hug. “We can manage that, I’m sure. Mom was thinking between two and three weeks would be your limit, and counting from the day we came down, that would be two and a half. Mom knows your limits pretty well.”

Aislin smiled faintly, “She’s had years of experience, and cares enough to pay attention, even when she doesn’t understand. It’s not like I’ve changed much. I get older but I don’t grow up.” She looked up thoughtfully. “I think I prefer it that way.”

Mail gently squeezed Ash’s hand and couldn’t suppress a giggle when Ash squeaked in surprise, sounding like a cartoon mouse, but also giggled. She let Maolisa tug her into the stairwell, going down.

“Let’s get some coffee and call her now.” Mail smirked, “Every time I call her, the conversation lasts at least one cup, sometimes two.”

“What do you talk about so much?”

“The care and feeding of an older sister.” They shared a brief laugh.

Ash tried to start the pot of coffee brewing, but as she tried to pour the coffee beans in without grinding them first or using a filter, Mail took over. Ash sighed, looking a little disappointed in herself, “I know how to do it, but for some reason every time I try I suddenly can’t remember, and the odd things like trying to use whole beans seem to actually make sense. Then when someone else starts doing it, I know the right thing.” She climbed up on the counter, sitting cross-legged next to where Mail was putting things together for the coffee, not seeming to notice her robe was open, and Maolisa was sneaking peeks between her thighs.

“Maybe if we tried turning it into a ritual, with the preparation steps laid out, we can break that habit.” She got all the things needed for making the coffee and set them out on the counter between Aislin and the coffee pot, “See, like this? Set it all out at once, so you’re doing it differently from what you’re used to doing.” Once she had all the items laid out in a row, she moved her hand to the side, slipping it under Aislin’s robe to rest on her knee. Aislin’s face flushed a little bit and she shivered, but she didn’t move away.

Instead, she smiled at her sister, “That’s how I usually break routines that I do wrong. Reorder them so that I don’t fall back into the old habits. You’ll just have to tell me the first few times.” She pulled her robe closed, but let it go over Maolisa’s hand on her knee, shifting her body around to pull some of the robe out from under her bum. As she moved Mail’s hand slipped down her thigh a little and Aislin gasped, then bit her tongue to distract herself from moaning.

Maolisa briefly considered the idea that Aislin had caused her hand to move intentionally, then decided that was just wishful thinking and the gasp was from surprise. She slid her fingers up her sister’s thigh, back to her knee, enjoying the way Aislin shivered as she did. She tore her eyes away from Aislin’s little mound and looked up toward her face, grateful for Aislin’s inability to look someone in the eye. Reluctantly, she let go of Ash’s knee and turned to the telephone on the wall, dialing their mother’s number.

Aislin turned toward the coffee maker. With everything laid out for her, it really was easy for her to do things in the right order. Before her sister had even said hello on the telephone, the coffee was brewing. She slid off the counter, letting it pull her robe up for a moment, giggling when Mail took advantage of it to slap her bum, hard enough to sting but not enough to really hurt. She wriggled a little, causing Mail to laugh, then went hunting in the cabinets for coffee cups.

The phone was answered just as Maolisa slapped her sister’s bare bum, causing her “hello” to sound a bit strained as she was trying to conceal the sudden excitement that touching Aislin’s bottom made her feel. “Hi, Mom. Just calling to see if you’re ready to come visit. No, not today,” she laughed, “You have a little time to prepare. How does two weeks sound? Okay, I’ll get the tickets set up.”

She chatted with her mother for a few minutes, watching her sister moving around the kitchen, looking in all the cabinets. She noted that even though she moved fast, almost suddenly, when going from place to place, she looked graceful doing it. She wondered if it was something Aislin had developed to help prevent accidents from her jumping around all the time.

Aislin found the coffee cups in a cabinet on the opposite side of the kitchen from the coffee maker, and sighed in exasperation. There was no way she could leave it like that, and started moving them to the cabinet over the machine. That cabinet had boxed foods in it, which also needed to be moved, and within minutes Aislin was engrossed in a major re-ordering of the entire kitchen as Maolisa watched, amused and a little impressed. Aislin’s quick movements and obsession with order and logic made fast work of the job.

Maolisa kept their cups filled and tried to help as much as she could, but Aislin found cooperation difficult, not being able to anticipate what the other person was about to do. Finding herself bumped out of the way, and things she did undone right afterward, Mail decided she was safer sitting at the table and watching. She didn’t mind having the opportunity to watch her sister’s little body moving and bending and twisting, although she did have to bite her tongue at times when she would catch a glimpse of more skin than most people would allow to be seen.

When Aislin got hot and removed her robe, Mail almost reached out for her, wanting to pull her big sister into her lap with a desire that was getting harder and harder to resist. She settled for giving her a kiss on the lips and caressing her cheek when she came by for a coffee refill.

Wiping her brow, Aislin found it damp with sweat, then looked around the kitchen. She hadn’t really noticed how much work she was doing. Once started, she just focused on the task and drifted away inside her mind, while some part of her brain that she didn’t have a lot of contact with used her body to accomplish the job. She was aware of what she was doing, so far as knowing that she moved this here and that there, but didn’t actually think about it directly, and after a job was done, she didn’t have much memory of what happened during the work. But then, she often found herself without a clear memory of what she’d just been doing. It could be really annoying to suddenly find herself standing in the kitchen with a pan in hand and no idea why.

As she got down on her hands and knees to put something in the back of a lower cabinet, Aislin thought she heard a deep moan, but when she looked around her sister was still sitting at the table with her coffee. She shrugged and turned back to the cabinet, squirming a bit to get further back.

Moaning at the sight of her sister’s bottom made Maolisa blush and bite her lip. When Aislin turned to look at her, Mail hoped that her sister’s inability to read faces was for real, because she was sure that her lust was plainly visible. Then when Aislin turned away again and squirmed, wiggling her bum, Mail was sure she was going to lose her self control and do something forbidden to her sister. She bit her lip harder, nearly puncturing it with her teeth. She wondered how she was going to be able to live with her sister when every glimpse of her body was so arousing, and Ash disliked clothing so much.

Putting the last pan away, Aislin made one more circuit of the kitchen, checking every drawer and cabinet to be certain the contents were in the most logical place she could think of. While she wasn’t lazy, she hated needing to walk back and forth just to get a pan from the opposite side of the kitchen. She was pleased, and picked up her robe. It had gotten too much sweat in it before she took it off, so it was too damp to put back on. She used it to wipe her face and smiled at her sister, “Is it okay that I just rearranged everything without asking?”

Maolisa pulled her naked sister into her lap, enjoying Aislin’s wiggling and squirming as she fought to get away. She gave her as gentle a hug as she could without allowing her to escape. Then Mail kissed her lips, letting her own part a little, and was pleased when Ash’s parted as well, letting them share their breath.

It felt odd to be kissing her own sister that way, especially while she was struggling to break free of their embrace. When they broke the kiss, Mail noticed that Ash’s nipples were standing up invitingly. Instead of taking the invitation, she let her sister get up, slapping her bottom as she moved away. The memory of having Aislin’s sweaty, slippery body in her grasp was going to linger for a long time, Mail was sure.

Biting her lip, Aislin wondered if she should tell her sister that kissing and touching like that made her think about sex. She decided it would be a bad idea, not wanting her sister to think that she was a pervert in addition to being emotionally handicapped. That would probably be too much, and she’d get sent back to her mother. She enjoyed the kiss as long as she could tolerate before the urge to put her tongue in her sister’s mouth became too strong and she had to pull away. When Maolisa let her up and slapped her bum she blushed and nearly stopped to let her do it again, but managed to step out of reach before turning back, giggling. “You’re a brat!”

“I have to thank you for all that work. I think you deserve a hug and kiss, at the very least!”

“Well, you’re welcome.” Aislin knew that wouldn’t mind being surprised that way by her sister more often, even if it was making her feel a bit frustrated. She knew she wouldn’t forget the feel of her sister’s soft hands sliding over her sweaty body, not any time soon. “I’m going to get a shower, I’m all wet and slippery.”

Maolisa nearly volunteered to help, but was afraid that even her socially clueless sister would pick up on that as an innuendo, and she didn’t want to freak Aislin out. As she watched Ash’s cute little bum sway, she decided she needed a bath, and followed her out, then up the stairs, the sisters heading in opposite directions at the top.

Mail stripped rapidly as the tub filled, then stepped in to find that she’d gotten the balance of hot and cold just right this time. After relaxing in the soapy water for a minute, she put a hand down between her thighs and started relieving the sexual tension that spending so much time with her sister had built up.

***

Aislin stepped into the shower, allowing the cold spray to play over her chest until her nipples ached. She took the head down and adjusted the setting to massaging bursts, and adjusted the temperature to cool instead of cold, then turned the pulsating stream to point between her thighs to wash away the strain of being so near Maolisa without being able to act on her imagination.

***

The tub had cooled considerably by the time Maolisa was ready to get out, her frustration temporarily eased. Wrapping herself in a large towel, she stepped out onto the deck and looked out over the forest. She tried to think about how to deal with her feelings for Aislin, but she pushed the notion away, letting herself stay relaxed and enjoy the temporary calm of having fixed that urge, even if only briefly.

Thinking of Aislin brought another thought to mind, and she dropped the towel to the deck and stretched, enjoying the cool breeze. Being naked on a regular basis was new to her, but she could understand the appeal and told herself to try to do it more often.

***

The shower massage did its job well and Aislin was feeling quite relaxed as she turned the warm water up for washing. Running soapy hands over her body had its usual effect, though muted somewhat after the first relief. She idly wondered if her sister was as sensitive to touch, which led to thinking about touching her and bringing back the tensions she’d just dealt with. Ash grinned sheepishly, thinking that she needed to find something to think about besides her sister.

Once she’d had her body cleaned of sweat, Aislin stepped out of the shower and padded naked through her bedroom to her deck, then stood there, letting the cool breeze dry her body as the sun set.

***

As it got too dark to see much, Maolisa stepped back through her bathroom to her bedroom. She found a thigh-length kimono and matching silk sash. She reached for panties out of habit, then told herself to try to go by Aislin’s no-panties rule. She closed the drawer, headed out to the hallway and Aislin’s room to invite her to dinner.

When Maolisa knocked on her door, Aislin opened it in the nude, as she rarely thought to put clothes on. Mail looked at her, blushing slightly, and went straight to her closet. She found a thigh-length kimono and sash and handed them to Aislin, smiling.

Aislin sighed, “I suppose wearing clothes around the house is a rule here, too?” although she was glad for the excuse to hide her body’s reaction to Mail’s mere presence.

With the kimono on and tied, Aislin’s hard nipples weren’t so obvious, since she didn’t have breasts pushing them outward like Maolisa. At that thought, that she glanced at Mail’s chest and noticed that her sister’s nipples were poking at the fabric of her kimono and her knees wobbled a little at the thought of what they would look like.

Maolisa noticed Aislin sneak a glance at her chest and smiled inwardly. Her sister might not be completely heterosexual after all. She still didn’t think it would be a good idea to let Ash know of her incestuous thoughts. Mail had grown up with one of the most homophobic men in the world, and was scared of her own lesbian feelings, never mind letting someone else have a chance to hurt her for them.

She watched her sister pull the kimono on, then grabbed the sash and tied it for her as an excuse to get close and smell her candy breath. When she was done she leaned forward to press her lips to Ash’s, keeping hers open, and was pleased that Ash did the same, permitting Mail to inhale a lungful of that sweetest of air — Ash’s breath.

Aislin felt her knees wobble as Maolisa took air from her mouth during their kiss. She was pretty sure that mouth to mouth kissing was unusual for sisters, so open-mouthed kissing must be even less normal. Could it be that her sister felt the same way as she did? Her body trembled as she considered it, but then she reminded herself she really didn’t know what was normal or abnormal. She didn’t have friends to talk to about it, didn’t watch television or movies, and only read epic fantasy. She couldn’t take a chance that she was misreading what Mail felt about her. She let Mail pull her close and caress her back while they kissed, then stepped back, blushing lightly.

Mail felt her sister tremble as they kissed and took a chance, caressing her back and holding her snugly. When Aislin allowed it and continued the kiss, Mail started getting her hopes up again, and didn’t try to talk herself down.

Aislin’s blush after the kiss helped keep her attitude positive. Rather than push her luck, she put off making any further advances for the moment. “What would you like for dinner, sis?”

“Meat.” Aislin grinned at Maolisa’s smirk, “Okay, cow meat. Cooked would be nice, but not necessary.”

Reaching for her sister’s hand, Maolisa started for the door, her heart feeling like it skipped a beat when Aislin’s little hand clasped hers, twining their fingers together. She sighed happily, her bare feet getting a thrill when stepping from thick soft carpet onto cool hardwood. She wasn’t sure if it was the new sensations of walking around barefoot or the excitement of holding her sister’s hand that made it seem so interesting. Whatever it was, it made her notice more, and she liked it.

Taking Mail’s hand made Aislin giddy, distracting her so much that she almost didn’t notice the feel of the hardwood floor when she stepped into the hallway. She paused a split second to let her toes wiggle against the grain, then let Mail lead her down the hallway. She allowed herself to be led, mainly so she could watch Maolisa’s pretty feet as she danced down the hallway.

By keeping her mind on dragging her older sister into the kitchen, Maolisa managed to keep herself from turning Ash around and molesting her. Once she had her in the room, Mail pushed her into a chair, leaned over to kiss her again, caressing her cheek, then set about finding something to feed them.

Whenever her preparations took her near Aislin, she couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her soft white skin, or bending over to kiss her pretty pink lips. That Aislin always kissed her back or touched her hand in return gave Mail hope that Ash might be feeling the same sort of affection that Mail had for her.

Never having had a girlfriend or boyfriend, or a friend of any sort, Aislin wasn’t sure how to respond to Maolisa’s open signs of affection. She was becoming more certain that her sister’s feelings were more than sisterly, but didn’t know how to encourage her to show more without taking a huge risk. Aislin couldn’t bring herself to risk rejection, so she had to wait for Mail to make most of the moves. She did go so far as to breathe through Mail’s mouth during their kisses, which seemed to please her sister a lot.

Maolisa knew her sister couldn’t initiate any social interactions on her own. It made things difficult because she also overreacted to things that didn’t go as she wanted, so if Mail was misreading her responses, it could lead to a major disaster and damage their newly restored relationship. She knew she should be going very slow with Ash, but every time she gazed upon those little-girl features or touched those sensuous lips, it left her wanting more. As Maolisa made them a steak and potatoes dinner, she continued to push her affections on her sister, overjoyed that they were being returned.

Dinner was mostly eaten in silence. Aislin wasn’t experienced or comfortable with small talk, so unless there was something specific to be discussed she was quiet. She didn’t feel uncomfortable with the quiet; to her it was the way things always were. The only difference between this dinner and all the others in the past was the way that her sister kept looking at her between servings. It made her uncomfortable, but in a good way. Her appetite for food was quickly appeased, but she continued to pick at the meal, trying to think of a safe way to tell Mail to do what Ash hoped she wanted to.

Cleaning the kitchen together after the meal gave Maolisa many more chances to touch and caress her sister, and she took them. At first she played it safe, just touching her back or shoulder or hand. Once the job was finished, she stepped up beside Aislin and put an arm around her back, pulling her close as she started to pull away, and slid her hand over Ash’s bum, caressing it as she studied her sister’s face for a reaction.

Jumping in surprise as her sister’s arm slid round her, Aislin tried to get away to a safe distance. When Mail held her tightly and forced her to stay close, she started getting excited, and the obviously sexual caress of her bottom nearly made Ash faint. She blushed brightly, feeling the hot flush down to her chest.

As Maolisa turned to her, Aislin leaned forward and pressed her mouth to her sister’s, then licked her lips. Closing her eyes, she leaned into Maolisa and moaned softly as Mail’s warm tongue slipped into her mouth. Her hands trembling, she slipped them up and around Maolisa, holding her sister in a shaky hug as she kissed her passionately.

Maolisa finally broke the kiss and stepped away from her sister, giving her space when she noticed that she was starting to breathe deeply in a way that didn’t sound like passion. “I’m sorry, sis,” she whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Blushing brightly, Aislin shook her head, “Yes, you should have,” she blurted, “I liked it, even though I got scared.”

Maolisa grinned widely, “So my big sister is a submissive, incestuous lesbian?”

“Yes. And she hopes her little sister is a dominant, incestuous lesbian.” Aislin looked down at her toes, blushing furiously.

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Ripples, Chapter 18

  • Posted on October 8, 2019 at 2:52 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

At 3 o’clock, happy to have taken that first momentous step towards coming out, Jess said goodbye to her workplace team and left to pick up the girls.

On the way, she mulled over how her life had changed. Now that the cat was out of the bag, Jess was determined to be open and honest about her new lifestyle. She’d need to tell the rest of her close friends about Rachel, along with her mum and sister. Given her sister’s preference for women, Jess was certain that Laura would be perfectly fine with the news. In fact, I’m looking forward to seeing Laura’s face when she finds out that her straight-laced sibling is now batting for the other team. Bet her jaw hits the floor!

Jess was a little worried about how her mother would take the news, but reasoned that she would be fine with it as long as her daughter was happy; after all, she already had three lovely grandchildren. Besides, Mum had been so enraged at Mark for deserting Jessica and the girls that she might well understand why her daughter would want nothing more to do with men in general.

Her only remaining worry was that someone might find out what she was getting up to with her daughters. When we get together with Rachel and her girls, Jess told herself, we’ve really got to go over the importance of everyone keeping this thing secret, not sharing it with anyone outside our families.

Pushing these concerns out of her mind, she approached the school and nosed the car up to the curb, waiting for the children to come pouring out. A couple of minutes later, the grounds were teeming with lively youngsters. Soon she spied Katie waiting by the door for her sister, then taking Poppy’s hand when the child came skipping out, dragging her satchel along behind.

As they clambered into the car, Katie up front and Poppy in the back seat, the girls each stretched over to kiss their mum, then settled down, fastening their seat belts.

“How was school today?” Jessica asked.

Poppy beamed as she told her mum about the gold stars she’d earned for her drawings. Katie’s account of her day, however, had Jess frowning in concern.

“Well, Mum, you know Graham Price?”

Jess thought for a moment, “I think so… isn’t he that scruffy boy who always has a group round him, mostly made up of other scruffy boys? Something of a troublemaker, I seem to recall.”

“Yeah, that’s him, Mum. He makes fun of me sometimes, tells me I’m skinny and ugly. Then he laughs, and then all the other boys laugh too.”

“Well, he’s no Brad Pitt. So why haven’t you mentioned this to me before?”

Katie waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s okay, I don’t take any notice. I told Alice, but she said I should just ignore him, ‘cos he’s a smelly little git.”

“Oh, she did, eh?” responded Jess — pleased, though hardly surprised, that Alice had supported her little sister.

“Yeah, so she told me to do it back to him if he was mean to me again, so I did! He called me a stick insect, and I just said I’d rather be a stick insect than a pig who farts all day.”

Looking into the rear view mirror, Jess suppressed a smile, as Katie did seem proud of her achievement. “And what happened then?”

“A bunch of the other boys laughed at him, so he started pouting and walked away.”

“Well done, daughter! Who knows, perhaps he’ll be nicer from now on. Bullies often do back down when you stand up to them.”

As she returned her attention to the drive home, Jess mused about how much Katie had matured over the last few weeks. Not only had her daughter gotten over the crippling shyness she’d had about showing off her body; that smooth, lovely, luscious body — Stop it, Jess, before you drive this car off the road and into a bloody ditch! — but had also developed the confidence to stand up for herself, rather than submit to the foolish insults of schoolyard louts. I wonder if that’s a side effect of being a lesbian.

Before Jess could get any further with this train of thought, she was turning into the driveway at the side of their house, just as Alice approached, carelessly swinging her satchel to and fro. Christ, Alice looks so sexy in that school uniform, Jess thought. Someday I’ll have to ask her to put it on before we fuck. 

As the entire family piled into the hallway, jostling to hand their jackets in the entry closet, Jess said, “Look, girls, I have to pop out to buy a few things, so I’m leaving Alice in charge until I return. It’ll be a couple of hours; when I get back, we can order a takeaway. Now go get out of your school clothes… and don’t scatter them all over the floor, okay? Use the hangers.”

“Sure, Mom!” Katie cried as she raced up the stairs, little Poppy close behind.

Catching Alice’s eyes, Jessica spied a definite glint of mischief, one that made her shiver. Her daughter drew close, speaking quietly. “See you in an hour, Mum. If this goes like I think it will, we’ll have a brand new lesbian in the family.”

Jess placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, you will try to be slow and careful about this, okay? I trust you, but if Poppy seems at all uncomfortable with what you’re doing, let it go.”

“Mum, you know what Poppy’s like,” Alice replied with a grin. “Once she cottons on that it’s something big girls do for fun, we won’t be able to stop her. Don’t worry, just be back in an hour, and be quiet when you come upstairs.”

Jess took a steadying breath. “Okay, one hour.” She reached out to grasp the doorknob, then turned and drew Alice into her arms. Placing a lingering kiss on her daughter’s lips, she turned and left.

Alice waved and closed the door, then paused, steeling herself for the task ahead. She started up the stairs, calling out to her younger sisters as she reached the landing.

“Hey girls, let’s have some fun! Mum won’t be back for hours. You know what that means, right?”

Two heads poked out from behind bedroom doors. Katie just smiled; Poppy cried, “Yeah! Jungle dancing!” and ran back to strip off the rest of her school clothes.

This is going to be so much fun! Alice told herself, gleefully rubbing both hands together. Hastening into her own room, she quickly undressed, folding and hanging her school uniform while running through their plan once more.

When everything was tidied away, she entered Katie’s room through their shared bathroom, just in time to see her sister bending over to put something in her bedside drawer. Alice stopped dead, taking a moment to admire her sibling’s pert bum. She felt an overwhelming urge to lick that cute little rosebud, just as her mum had done, eager to experience her first taste of a girl’s bottom.

Katie stood up, then started at the sight of her big sister, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. “Bloody hell, Ali!” she gasped, “you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry, Kat,” Alice replied, with a sheepish grin. “I was just looking at your bum.”

“Why, what’s wrong with it?” asked Katie as she peered over her shoulder, then moved to the mirrored wardrobe door to see what Alice had been staring at.

“Absolutely nothing. In fact, it’s perfect.” Moving closer, she lowered her voice. “I was just thinking about giving it the same treatment Mum did last night.”

That made Katie smile. “Oh, goody! I hope you can do it as nice as Mum did. Actually, I want to have a go at licking your bum, too. If Mum likes doing it, I bet I would just as much.”

Glancing at the wall clock, Alice said, “Listen, we have an hour before Mum gets back. We have to do this carefully, now… we don’t want to scare Poppy off. Let’s put on some music first, like last time.”

At that moment, their little sister raced down the hallway, now completely naked. Poppy stopped abruptly when she saw her equally bare sisters in Katie’s room. She stood motionless for a few seconds, studying the more developed bodies of the older girls, a warm, funny tingle running through her at the sight.

Poppy had been enthralled by Alice and Katie’s nakedness just one night earlier, when Mummy went out to a meeting, and she and her sisters got to dance around in the family room with no clothes on. They were both so beautiful! At the same time, the seven-year-old felt somewhat envious, wishing she was old enough to grow titties, and to have hair on her bits down below like Alice did.

Then the next morning, Poppy was asleep when Mummy woke her to get ready for school, just like always. Only this time, her mum was completely nude, a sight that gave the child those same hot, tickly feelings. She didn’t know why, exactly… then again, Poppy didn’t put much thought into the whys and wherefores, just took it at face value, telling herself, I like seeing Mummy naked. Alice and Katie, too.

Now she and her sisters were together again, with not a stitch of clothing between them. Poppy couldn’t wipe away the silly grin she wore, thrilled as she was to be playing naughty games with the older girls, to feel that delicious warmth pulsing beneath her tummy.

Both her sisters had turned at the sound of Poppy’s running feet and saw the cute seven-year-old standing at the door, completely nude and staring at them. In turn, Katie and Alice drank in the sight of their cherubic sister. No one spoke for a while.

Poppy finally broke the silence. “Um, are we gonna do jungle dancing again?” she said, nervously twisting her body from side to side, hands clasped before her. “It was fun when we did it before.”

Alice gave her baby sister a big smile. “If you like, Popstar.” Moving over to her dresser, she switched on her small Bluetooth speaker and opened a music app on her phone, quickly selecting a few lively pop songs by a girl group they all liked. Bringing up the first song, she looked up at her siblings. “Ready?” They nodded, and Alice tapped PLAY.

Music filled the room. The three girls eased into the beat and were soon capering about, trying the latest dance moves, each trying to outdo the others and giggling with delight, the two oldest occasionally sharing thrilled glances.

Alice let three songs play, then picked up her phone to stop the music.

Poppy protested, “Hey, Ali, why did you turn it off? I was having fun!”

Alice didn’t look up, just responded, “I’m only changing the music.” She scrolled down the list of songs until she found what she wanted. “Let’s play something a little different. All this jumping about is gonna wear us out, so why don’t we try a slow, sexy dance?”

Katie interjected. “Yeah! Sexy dancing! We can practice with each other, huh?”

“Um, okay,” said Poppy. She was enjoying the fast songs a lot, but was willing to try something different if her big sisters wanted.

The music restarted, this time with Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl,” set at a more moderate tempo. In this case, the song’s subject matter was very much in line with the older girls’ intentions.

The girls began to dance again, only this time Alice and Katie were working their bodies with a sensuality that they’d not displayed before. Poppy quickly fell in, deciding she liked this kind of dancing even better.

As they moved, Alice and Katie drifted together and exchanged a kiss, as if responding to the song, then another, and another. These kisses weren’t overtly sexual, but they held each one a little longer. Then they began to dance closer, bodies touching, arms twining around each other’s waists.

Finally, Poppy interrupted a kiss with, “Hey, that looks like fun! Um, can I do it too?”

Alice gave her baby sister a pensive look. “Mmmm, I don’t know. It might be a bit grown-up for you. What do you think?” she asked, looking at Katie.

Katie shrugged. “Well, it would only be fair, really. We shouldn’t leave our little sister out.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Alice replied. Breaking away from Katie, she opened both arms to Poppy in a welcoming gesture, pouting her lips. Grinning eagerly, the seven-year-old fell into the embrace of her big sister. As their mouths met, Alice placed her palms either side of Poppy’s face to hold the kiss, letting it linger.

“Hey, I want some, too,” Katie interrupted.

She opened her arms to Poppy, who parted from Alice and drifted into a tender kiss with her other big sister. A moment later, the song ended, and the girls exchanged shy smiles.

“Wow, that was the best! I like kissing! Let’s do that some more,” said Poppy.

Alice moved to pick up her phone, but paused in mid-motion, then turned to the others. “I know, let’s put a music video on my laptop instead, that way we’ll be able to copy the dance moves.”

“That sounds cool,” Katie said, knowing full well what her older sibling had in mind.

Alice made a show of searching for something. “Ah, here’s one that’s a bit wicked. I think they banned it from TV, ‘cos it was too sexy. Hmmm. I love it, but I’m not sure Mum would like you seeing this, Poppy.”

The youngster was quick to protest. “Oh go on, Ali, play it! I won’t tell, I promise.”

Alice furrowed her brow, looking as though she was genuinely weighing her options. “Well, okay, long as you promise.“ She clicked PLAY on the first of two videos she’d chosen earlier that morning, and out of the speakers attached to the laptop came the raunchy Christina Aguilera song ‘Dirrty’.

As Alice moved away from the computer, the screen revealed scantily-clad dancers gyrating to a heavy bass rhythm. Poppy stared at the screen for a moment, then turned to see her sisters already copying the sexy moves; gyrating their hips and stroking themselves.

She looked on in awe at their moves — then froze, a puzzled expression on her face as her sisters began to intertwine their legs and run their hands over each other.

Glancing back at the laptop screen, Poppy quickly realized that her sisters were almost copying the wild, sexy movements of the dancers. Turning back to Alice and Katie, she was shocked to see them grinding their bare bodies together.

The child was rooted to the spot, suddenly feeling warm all over. She was experiencing something like the feeling she’d had when her naked mother had kissed her earlier that morning — but even stronger. What is this? What are they doing? Poppy asked herself, feeling a twinge of panic.

Her stupor was broken when Katie called her — for the second time, she realised. “Hey, Pops, what are you waiting for? Come sexy dance with us!” The older girls were still hugging, their bare bodies pressed close together, both of them smiling at her.

Feeling self-conscious, Poppy covered her vulva with both hands. Suddenly, their nakedness felt more weird than fun. Her cheeks were hot as she stared at the floor, mumbling, “I… I don’t know how.”

The music stopped, then Poppy felt Alice touch her shoulder. “It’s okay, sis,” the older girl said, her voice incredibly gentle. “We’ll show you, just do like we do. Come join us… we want you to be in on this.”

Katie said, “Yeah, Popstar, this won’t be nearly as much fun without you. Don’t you want to play big girl games with us?”

Taking a deep breath, the seven-year-old nodded. She did want to play big girl’s games, even if they seemed a little scary. Looking up at her sisters, she smiled back at them and shyly murmured, “Okay.”

“Well then, let’s get sexy!” said Alice with a wide grin, extending a hand to her baby sister. Poppy giggled, her uncertainty quickly fading in the face of her older siblings’ invitation to be naughty.

Alice started the music up again as Poppy moved toward her sisters, who parted to make room for her, then enfolded the child into their embrace.

As the three bodies merged, falling into the song’s driving rhythm, the older girls gently caressed their little sister’s back and shoulders. Then Alice and Katie ran their hands over their own chests, indicating to Poppy that she should follow their lead. She did, then began to move more aggressively, throwing herself into the abandon of the dance.

As Poppy became more confident, Katie reached out to touch her little sister’s flat chest, lightly brushing the tiny nipples. By then, they had become really sensitive, and an electric shiver raced through her body.

Katie thrust her own chest toward Poppy, indicating that the seven-year-old should return the favor. Not wanting to seem afraid — though she was, a bit — the younger sibling hesitantly extended a hand to touch the bare chest of another girl for the first time, feeling the rise of the budding breasts she so longed to have herself.

She looked around at Alice, as if to seek the older girl’s approval, and her big sister responded by moving nearer, offering her more developed breasts up to Poppy’s caress. To the child, these felt more like real titties; not as big as Mum’s, but soft and pliant enough for her to feel their heft.

As the music continued, Alice caught Katie’s eye and gave a brief nod. They each tucked a hand between their legs and began to masturbate, still twisting and grinding to the driving beat. When Poppy noticed, she gave her sisters a puzzled look, but Alice just smiled. “Come on, Pops! Do it with us, it feels great!”

Poppy tilted her head, trying to see what Alice was doing, exactly — then Katie. She still wasn’t quite sure. “Uh, how d-do you–”

“Oh, it’s simple. Easy as falling off your bike. Katie, why don’t you show her?”

Wrapping an arm around Poppy’s chest, Katie reached down with her free hand until it rested just above her little sister’s pubis. She caressed the tender skin for a few seconds before allowing that hand to drift further down — cupping the baby-smooth mons, then lightly tracing the moist slit with two fingers. When Poppy gave a sharp intake of breath, Katie withdrew. “Now you try,” she urged.

Poppy hesitated for an instant, then slid a hand down to touch the rise of her vulva, carefully copying the movements of her sisters. After a moment, her eyes filled with wonder at the realisation of how nice it felt.

“That’s it, Pops!” Katie cooed. “Good, huh? Wanna do that to me and Ali?”

Intrigued by this new game, Poppy reached out to touch Katie, lightly stroking up and down the crease of her older sister’s puffy sex.

“Oh. Oh, yeah,” Katie moaned, her eyes drifting shut.

Pleased with the reaction she’d caused, even if she wasn’t exactly sure why, Poppy turned to her eldest sister. She didn’t want to stop fondling her own slit, but felt an unexpected longing to touch Alice that couldn’t be denied. Heart racing, the seven-year-old extended a hand.

Poppy’s fingers toyed with the soft down that covered her sister’s pubis. Taking a few curls between finger and thumb, she gave them a little tug, causing Alice to jump. Startled, Poppy jerked away, thinking that she might have hurt her sister, but the older girl hastened to reassure her, taking Poppy’s hand and pressing it back between her thighs, causing the child’s middle finger to slip into the warm, moist cleft of Alice’s vagina.

Alarmed, Poppy gasped, snapping her head upward to suss out Alice’s reaction, ready to stammer out an apology for sticking a finger into her sister’s pee-hole. But the words died on the little girl’s lips when she saw that, far from being upset, Alice seemed to love it, a blissful expression on her face. In fact, Poppy couldn’t even withdraw her finger, as Alice had a firm grip on her baby sister’s hand, holding it right where it was.

That odd but pleasurable tingling was surging through Poppy’s slender frame once again as she glanced back and forth between her older siblings. Alice and Katie had never seemed so lovely to her as they did at that moment — their faces dreamy with pleasure, their nude bodies swaying to the now diminishing music.

And she was the one making them feel so good, touching their naughty bits! True, it didn’t seem like something sisters ought to be doing with each other, but that only made the act even more exciting.

As the video came to an end and the music ceased, there was a silence in the room that broke the mood of the moment. The three girls drifted apart, removing their hands from whatever — or whoever — they’d been touching,

Poppy was first to speak. “Cool! Can we, um, put on another song like that?”

This was the moment Alice was waiting for; what happened thus far had only been the prelude to the main course. “Sure, sis, let’s look for one.” She padded over to the laptop, followed by Katie and Poppy. As they all looked at the screen, Alice clicked to close the video, then the one she’d already lined up to follow it filled the screen. It was a frozen image of three teen girls lying on a large bed, staring at a television, naked but for skimpy panties.

Alice gave Poppy enough time to get a good look before exclaiming, “Oops, I forgot that one was open.” She moved the mouse pointer towards the CLOSE button.

“Wait, wait — what are those girls doing, Ali?” interrupted Poppy, pointing at the laptop screen. “How come they’re not wearing anything but their knickers?”

Yes! Alice thought, mentally pumping her fist as she exchanged a thrilled look with Katie, who had known what to expect when her big sister touched the mouse. “Them? Oh, they’re just having some girly fun.”

Poppy frowned as she studied the erotic image. “What’s that mean? Can we watch it?”

Alice turned to Katie. “What do you think, Kat? This is for older girls, and Mum might be angry if she knew we let Poppy see it.”

Before Katie could answer, their younger sister pushed forward and begged, “Please, Ali, let me see it! I won’t say anything to Mummy. May… may Ted Bear catch on fire if I do!”

“Well, if she swears on her teddy, I guess we can trust her,” said Katie. “This is the one we watched the other night, isn’t it?”

“Sure is,” murmured Alice, giving the younger girls a knowing wink. She reached to disconnect the speakers of the laptop. “Let’s all sit on the bed, it’s more comfortable.” Cradling her computer, she seated herself on the right side of her bed, indicating that Poppy should sit next to her. Katie moved around the bed to sit on the other side, leaving their little sister sandwiched in the middle.

“Ready?” The younger girls both nodded, and Alice clicked START.

The screen came to life with the three girls talking and pointing to the television at the foot of their bed, mirroring the scene in Alice’s room. They were watching a pair of girls on the TV who were completely nude, kissing and touching each other. The three girls were silently sprawled out on the bed, concentrating on the television screen.

During this, Poppy asked, “What are those girls watching?”

Katie quickly answered. “Lesbians. You know what a lesbian is, right?”

“Um, I think so… they’re girls who like other girls instead of boys.” She paused, pondered. “What makes girls feel like that, d’ya think?”

Now Alice responded. “Well, maybe it’s because girls are prettier, smarter and way better kissers.”

“Hmmm,” Poppy nodded. That made sense to her, actually. She had never kissed a boy, but suspected that it wouldn’t be half as nice as the kisses she’d just received from her sisters. That’s a different kind of kiss, though, isn’t it?

Before the seven-year-old could ask another question, one of the girls on the screen, a very pretty teen of sixteen or so with long, flowing dark hair, turned to the others and spoke. “Have either of you ever kissed a girl, then?”

One of these, a blonde, said “No,” immediately.

The other girl, who also had long, dark hair, but tied back in a ponytail, hesitated before shyly saying, “I did. It was at a sleepover.” The camera moved to close-ups of their faces, and it quickly became obvious that the two dark-haired girls were twins.

The girl who had begun the discussion asked her twin, “Was it nice?”

“It was, actually,” the ponytailed girl replied. “Her mouth was really soft, and she didn’t shove her tongue down your throat, the way boys do.”

The blonde nervously moistened her lips, then spoke up. “Could we maybe, um, try it?” She gave a shaky laugh. “You know, just to see what it’s like.”

The camera panned over to the TV to reveal the two lesbian lovers using their hands and tongues on each other, then back to the girls on bed. The twin with the ponytail was gazing bashfully at the blonde. “I will, if you like,” she said, and the blonde girl nodded.

Slowly, hesitantly, the two teens drifted together until their lips met. They parted, shared timid smiles, then kissed again, this time allowing it to linger. The blonde was the first to bring her tongue into play, teasing her partner’s lower lip. The ponytailed girl’s eyes widened in surprise, then she eagerly responded. Now the two girls were kissing like lovers.

“Wow,” Poppy breathed, her eyes riveted to the laptop screen.

As her tongue explored the blonde’s mouth, the ponytailed girl began to touch her friend’s breasts, teasing the nipples between fingers and thumb. Not wanting to be left out, the other twin moved behind her sister to nuzzle her neck. Breaking away from the blonde, the ponytailed girl turned to stare at her sibling, then both sisters joined in a kiss that immediately grew hot and eager.

All the while, the Matthews sisters watched in silence, Alice and Katie occasionally glancing at each other above their little sister’s head. The girls on the screen were losing themselves in lesbian pleasures — taking off each other’s knickers, sharing intimate caresses and swapping heated French kisses.

As the onscreen lovemaking grew increasingly intense, the two older sisters exchanged a quick nod, then each girl carefully placed a hand on Poppy’s knee — letting it rest for a moment, then lightly stroking the seven-year-old’s soft thighs, gradually inching higher.

Poppy sat motionless, mouth open in awe as the sex scene unfolded before her on Alice’s laptop. Oh, sure, she’d seen people snogging and doing sexy stuff on TV, but it was always men with women, or boys with girls — and they weren’t stark naked, at least not so everyone could see!

Those familiar tingly sensations were back again, but much stronger this time, and when Katie and Alice began to touch her legs, Poppy’s body started to feel warm all over.

Sensing that the object of their attention was becoming aroused, Alice slid her hand higher, indicating to  Katie that she should do the same, until her index finger was teasing the cleft of Poppy’s sex. Moving slowly, Alice brought her other hand across to Poppy’s chest and used her middle finger to circle a tiny nipple.

The smaller girl jerked at the touch and stared up at her big sister, who just smiled back. “What are you d-doing?” Poppy asked.

“Do you like us touching you this way?” said Alice.

“Um, yeah, I guess.” To the dazed seven-year-old, it seemed like something her sisters shouldn’t be doing, something that might get them all in trouble… but at the same time, it was utterly thrilling, a fun way to be naughty. And it did feel good, Poppy had to admit.

“Oh, we can make you feel even better,” Katie said.

That’s right,” Alice added. “Would you like to try out some of the things that those girls are doing?” She tilted her head in the direction of the laptop screen.

Poppy glanced back at the ongoing sex scene. The blonde was nuzzling her way down the body of one of the twins, her mouth moving steadily nearer to her friend’s tuft of dark pubes. Meanwhile, the ponytailed sister was kneeling behind the blonde teen, gently spreading her bum cheeks open with both hands to expose the girl’s cunt and anus.

Looking up at one sister, then the other, Poppy gulped and slowly nodded. “Um, maybe? But I don’t know what t-to do, will you show me how?”

Placing a tender kiss on the little girl’s cheek, Alice said, “Of course we will. Kat and I know what to do; we’ll teach you everything.”

“Does that mean… um, are you…” Struggling with what to ask — and how to ask it — Poppy finally blurted out, “Are you guys lesbians, then?”

“Yeah, we are,” Katie answered, stroking her baby sister’s tummy.

“It’s true, Pops,” said Alice. “We’re into girls. A lot.”

“I — I didn’t know.”

Alice smiled. “Guess who I really like to fool around with.” Poppy fumbled for an answer, finally shook her head. “No idea?” Reaching out for Katie’s hand, she brought it to her lips, then whispered, “My sweet little sister Katie, that’s who.”

“Y-you do stuff with each other?” Poppy gasped, her eyes widening.

“We do — and it’s great!” said Katie. “I love Alice more than ever now.”

“Would you like to watch us?” Alice said. “We’ll make love for you right here, if you like.”

“Ummm… okay, sure,” Poppy replied, her heart thudding so loudly that it seemed to echo inside her head.

In all honesty, Poppy wasn’t so certain that she wanted to see her sisters do sex. Would it be hot and exciting, or creepy, wrong? She didn’t know… but in the end, curiosity won out. Plus, she didn’t want her beloved older siblings to think she was a scaredy-cat.

“Why don’t you go sit in my desk chair, Pops?” said Alice. “You’ll get a good view that way.” Without a word, the child rose from the edge of the bed, padded over to the chair and sat.

Alice closed her laptop, then put it on her bedside cabinet before turning to her smiling younger sister. They knelt, facing each other, then slowly came together in a kiss, just as the girls on the video had done. The kiss quickly grew heated and passionate. Alice fell onto her back, spreading her thighs as she pulled Katie between them and on top of her.

Poppy’s mouth hung open as she watched her older sisters make out. That weird feeling was stronger than ever, and seemed to be increasingly centred between her legs, right where Alice had been touching her a couple of minutes ago. Without giving it much thought, the little girl placed a hand on her pubis — no rubbing or stroking, just letting it rest there.

As she looked on, Katie licked a trail down Alice’s neck, moving lower as her sister threw her head back and thrust out her chest. Katie took a stiffened nipple between her lips, rolling her tongue around the hard button, nipping it with her teeth. Placing both arms behind her for support, Alice spread her knees even further apart, giving Poppy a glimpse of the glistening interior of her vagina.

Drawing back, Katie sat on her haunches, gazing hungrily at Alice’s sex, then lay down between the older girl’s parted thighs. Alice, whose eyes had been closed as she moaned with pleasure, opened them just enough to steal a quick glance at Poppy. She saw the youngster staring in awe as Katie extended her tongue to take that first juicy lick, and smiled. If this doesn’t make her want to get wild with us, then I don’t know my baby sister.  

Alice peeked at Poppy again — this time, a shiver of excitement rippled through her when she realised that the seven-year-old was clumsily fondling herself, pressing her palm against the baby-smooth slit.

Propping herself up on one arm, Alice reached down between her legs, dipping one finger into her cunt alongside Katie’s busy tongue. She twisted the digit round to gather a coating of the sweet nectar, drawing it out carefully, then reached out to her baby sister, presenting the wet finger. “Here, Pops, want a taste?”

By this time, Poppy was too far gone to even think of refusing her big sister’s offer, especially while watching Katie licking Alice so enthusiastically. She sure seems to like how it tastes! Pushing herself up from the desk chair with trembling hands, Poppy crawled onto the bed to join the older girls.

Now on all fours, the child paused only a moment to look at the proffered finger, coated with the essence of her big sister. She leaned forward slowly and touched it with the tip of her tongue. Sampling the flavor, she then moved forward, taking the length of Alice’s finger into her mouth.

At this, Alice drew in a sharp breath, thrilled at the sight. They’re both tasting me, she thought. Tasting my cunt at the same time.

Poppy sucked until all traces of her sister’s nectar had gone, giddy with the joy she felt at being admitted to her sisters’ naughty secret. As she released the finger from her mouth, she peered bashfully at Alice, who smiled and said, “Well, little sister… do you like it?”

The child nodded. “Um, it’s nice. Sort of sweet, but something else, I don’t know what.”

“Well…. now that you’ve tasted my pussy, I think I should taste yours.” Seeing a surprised look on Poppy’s face, Alice lay back, momentarily causing Katie to cease her lapping as she realised what was going to happen next. Katie paused, licked her lips, then got back to work between Alice’s legs.

With the wave of a finger, Alice murmured, “Come over here, Popstar.” As the seven-year-old moved nearer, Alice told her, “Here, put your leg over me.” Poppy placed one foot on the other side of her sister’s head. As she looked down into Alice’s face, her sister continued, “No, turn the other way, so you’re facing Katie.” When Poppy obligingly switched round, Alice took hold of the little girl’s thighs and gently guided her downward.

Oh, wait, Poppy realised, she wants me to sit down right over her face. Her skin prickled with excitement. Is she going to…?

The child got down on her haunches but, finding it difficult to keep her balance, knelt instead, her legs on either side of Alice’s chest with her pert little bum just above her big sister’s face.

Alice took a deep breath. This is it, what I’ve been waiting for. Now we’re all going to be lovers. She carefully drew Poppy’s tender bottom down to her open mouth.

As her stiffened tongue touched the tiny apricot-like pubis, Poppy jerked, gasping, “Oh!”

Alice reassured her. “It’s okay, Pops. I’m just making love to you. You’re going to enjoy this, I promise.”

Still uncertain about this, but wanting to please her big sister, Poppy lowered herself back down to the waiting tongue. She looked down at Alice’s face, but could only see her chin and lower lip.

At first, Alice just let her tongue gently glide over the outer crease of the child’s silky smooth cunt. Once she was satisfied that Poppy was going to allow her to continue, she brought both hands to the sides of the little girl’s slit and gently pried it open with her thumbs, continuing to trace the opening with the tip of the tongue. After a moment to let her sister get used to being licked, Alice began to delve into Poppy’s vagina.

Poppy held her breath, hardly able to believe what was happening to her. As the warm, wet tongue probed into her most private place, she grew tense, but then told herself, I mustn’t be scared, Alice wouldn’t do anything bad to me. She even called it “making love.” 

That was enough to help the seven-year-old relax — then right away, those things her big sister was doing seemed to feel… oh, wow, it’s so, so, so good! As she found herself carried along on waves of pleasure, Poppy began to emit tiny whimpers.

Alice took this as a signal to roll her tongue around the little girl’s virgin flesh, finding the tiny nub of her clitoris. She gave this some gentle flicks, which elicited a choked cry from her younger sibling.

In the meantime, Katie was watching, aroused beyond belief by the sight of Alice making oral love to their baby sister. Poppy looked so enticing, lost as she was in her very first lesbian experience. Katie longed to be a part of it. Making a decision, she pushed herself up to kneel between Alice’s splayed legs. Reaching down, she pushed two fingers into her older sibling’s pussy, working them in and out, then leaned towards Poppy. Sensing her sister’s nearness, the little girl opened her eyes to see Katie’s face, blurred by the overwhelming giddiness she felt.

Placing a hand on the child’s shoulder, Katie leaned in to kiss her, gently sliding her mouth against Poppy’s, then letting her tongue drift between her sister’s parted lips.

Confronted by this new kind of kissing — the way grownups do it, she realised — Poppy was unsure how to respond, so she just let Katie’s tongue explore her mouth until her nine-year-old sister drew back to whisper, “Kiss me back, Pops. It’s easy, Just do what I do.” Katie returned to kissing Poppy, but now moved her hand down to roll and lightly pinch the little girl’s tiny but very stiff nipple.

Poppy was trembling all over, overcome with a myriad of sensations she couldn’t have imagined before tonight. The soft tongue probing her slit, Alice’s warm hands on her thighs, the tender yet passionate kisses from Katie, those playful fingers toying with her nipples… it overwhelmed the child, drove her emotions to a fever pitch. She wanted to cry, to scream, to break into gales of laughter.

Instead, she obeyed her sister and returned the kiss, engaging Katie’s tongue with hers. She was hesitant at first, but quickly found that she loved kissing this way, loved it!

Casting aside what few reservations she still held, Poppy threw herself headlong into making out with Katie, meeting and matching the nine-year-old’s lustful intensity. Wanting to do even more with her sister, she blindly felt for Katie’s chest, palming the girl’s barely-there breasts, feeling the nipples tighten to her touch.

Down below, Alice continued to feast on her baby sister, loving the taste of Poppy’s honey. She’s sweeter than Katie or Mum, she decided. Sort of tangy, like lemon squash.

Just then, a shudder raced through the little girl’s frame. I bet she’s about to come, Alice decided. Well, let’s make it one she’ll never forget.

Placing a finger at the entrance of Poppy’s cunt, Alice tilted her head back slightly to wiggle the tip of her tongue into the crack of her baby sister’s bum. Taking a long, deep lick through the child’s anal cleft, Alice slipped her finger into Poppy’s vagina.

This was too much for the little girl. Breaking her kiss with Katie, she threw her head back and wailed out as her first orgasm came crashing down, shaking her slight body like a rag doll. Unable to help herself, she let a small stream of pee flow onto Alice’s chin, some of it spilling into her mouth.

Horrified, she wrenched herself away, swinging her leg over Alice’s head and dropping back onto the bed, shaking violently and sobbing. As she began to calm down, Poppy mumbled, “I’m s-s-sorry, Alice; I didn’t mean to do that.”

Concerned for their baby sister; both girls moved to comfort her. “It’s okay, Pops, really,” Alice murmured. “I didn’t mind. Actually, it didn’t taste bad at all.”

Seeing that Alice was genuinely happy, Poppy said, “Really, it was okay?”

Alice grinned. “You betcha. It was really sexy. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”

Poppy flung her arms up to hug Alice. “Thanks, Ali — and you too, Kat,” she sighed, moving to embrace her other sibling. “That… oh, wow, it was the best thing ever!” She giggled. “I s’pose that means I’m a lesbian too, huh? I didn’t know it could be so good!”

“Oh, that was just the start,” Alice said. “We’re going to have lots of fun from now on; in fact, we’re just getting warmed up. Who wants to make love again?”

Both her younger sisters raised their hands in a flash. “I have an idea. Let’s make a daisy chain.”

Both girls looked at her, confused. “What’s a daisy chain?” Katie asked.

Alice smiled. “It’s something I saw girls do on the internet,” she said. ‘Okay, here’s how it works…”

***

Jess had been completely distracted on her way into town, almost driving into the verge of the country road at one point. She’d forced herself to focus until she reached one of the car parks, away from the shop, where she sat staring out the windscreen for a few minutes, wondering how to pass the time.

She didn’t really want to be seen by her staff, so Alice strolled down to the quiet end of the high street, staring into shop windows without really seeing anything, perusing menus outside the town’s many restaurants. Eventually, she got to the little old Stieff bear shop, recalling how excited Poppy had been when Mark bought her Ted.

Finally, Jessica simply wandered aimlessly, constantly checking her watch until forty minutes had passed since she left home. Deciding she could wait no longer, she strode with purpose back to her car.

Five minutes later, she was home. Pulling onto the drive at the side of the house as quietly as she could, Jess eased the car door shut and moved carefully to the front door. Once inside, she moved slowly and noiselessly, leaving her handbag, jacket and shoes in the kitchen, and crept up the stairs in bare feet, the thick carpet masking her tread.

Upon reaching the landing, Jess only heard silence at first. She began to wonder where the girls were until she detected muffled moans coming from Alice’s room. Her excitement immediately began to mount. Looks like Alice and Katie might actually have pulled this off, she thought.

Inching her way forward, she reached the doorway, then paused to listen, breaking into a smile. It was obvious from the sounds, which she now recognised as the slurping of tongues and sighs of pleasure, that her daughters were most definitely engaged in sexual activity.

Mission accomplished! Jess exulted, resisting the temptation to pump her fist.

She decided not to peep into the room just yet in case she made a noise, like when she’d caught Alice and Katie making love. Instead, she crept back to her own room, pushing the door almost shut, then proceeded to disrobe, stripping completely naked. As she went to open the door, she decided to slip on her light robe. Pulling the ties to, she stepped into the hallway and crept back to Alice’s room, pausing again to take a deep breath.

Nudging the door open ever so slightly, Jessica leaned around the door frame to confirm who was actually in the room before making an entrance. She confirmed with a quick glance that all three daughters were on the bed, lying in a tangle of bare bodies. Straightening up, she stepped quietly into the doorway.

Jess was greeted with the sight of three young girls, all nude, linked in a triangle. Katie was lying on her side with one leg flat and the other bent at the knee; between them, Alice had her mouth glued to Katie’s pussy. Katie was nursing from the sex of Jessica’s baby girl Poppy, who was lying in the same position. Poppy’s flame-red hair was spread across the bed and she was licking vigorously at the pussy of her big sister.

Jess was lost for words at this wondrous sight. She stood motionless, taking in the sights and sounds of her daughters, all three immersed in the delights of lesbian love.

Bracing herself, she took a step forward. “And what do we have here, then?”

All three girls reacted at the sight of their mother, her arms folded, standing in the doorway. They froze, but only Poppy had a look of fear, while her sisters wore enigmatic smiles like the Mona Lisa.

Jess spoke before anyone could react. “I’m very disappointed in you girls. I go out for a few minutes, and this is what you get up to?” She played along just as Alice, who was trying hard not to laugh, had suggested she should.

Seeing that little Poppy was about to start crying, she quickly continued. “I mean, you could have at least waited for me.”

Poppy’s expression turned to one of puzzlement. What does she mean? Why isn’t she mad at us? Then another question crossed her mind. Why is Mummy in her robe?

She got her answer when Jessica pulled the ties of her robe, allowing the garment to open and expose her naked form underneath. She shrugged the silken material off her shoulders to let it fall to the floor, then drew closer to the bed. “Well, I hope that someone is going to invite me to join this little party.”

Climbing onto the bed, she reached out for Alice, pulling the teen in to kiss her deeply, their tongues sparring back and forth. Then Jessica beckoned Katie into her arms, sharing an equally fervent kiss with the younger girl.

Finally letting Katie go, Jess smiled at her baby girl Poppy, whose eyes were absolutely huge.

Poppy stared into her mum’s face, struggling for comprehension. She turned to her sisters for support — or at least some clue to what was happening — only to find that they too were smiling, sitting close with their arms around each other.

On the verge of confused tears, she turned back to her mother. “M-Mum, I don’t understand. And — and why haven’t you got any clothes on?”

“It’s okay, Pops,” Alice said in a soothing tone. “You see, there’s one little thing me and Katie didn’t tell you about…”

On to Chapter 19!

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My Amazing Mum, Part Two

  • Posted on October 7, 2019 at 3:50 pm

by Misty Meadow

At school on Friday morning, I find an envelope tucked into the door of my locker. I don’t want to read it in the hallway so I stuff it in my pocket and hit the toilets. Going into a bathroom stall and seating myself, I open it and look at the signature, stunned to see that it’s from Audrey Mason, one of the most popular girls in school. She’s thirteen, two years ahead of me, and unbelievably cute.

It read:

Dear Misty, 

My class had a vote on who was the prettiest girl in the school. I came second, but you came first! Yes, isn’t that awesome! I voted for you, too. Until now I’ve haven’t told you how beautiful I think you are, cause I was afraid of being laughed at by my friends, but now I want you to be my friend. 

Can we meet at the front gates after school? Please come. 

Love, Audrey

Holy cow! Audrey Mason, the most stunning girl in the whole school wants to get to know me? I’m overjoyed. I’ve hardly ever spoken to her, as she’s always surrounded by girls her own age, all bending over backwards to say smart things and get her to like them. I’d bend over backwards to let her lick my cunt, but… oh no, I’ve got to get a grip on myself. My antics with Mum have loosened my inhibitions, and I need to be careful what I say.

I call Mum and tell her about the letter.

“Is that the girl I met at the parents’ meeting last month? Yes, I remember her. She’s perfectly named; she looks exactly like a young Audrey Hepburn. I’ll pick you up a few minutes late to give you time to… whatever. Get to know her better, I guess.”

I Google Audrey Hepburn who, it seems, was a movie star of the last century who was absolutely stunning, a great actress who was loved by everyone. Mum’s right, too — her pictures totally remind me of my Audrey.

All day my tummy is churning in anticipation, wondering what Audrey wants from me. At last school lets out, and as I wait at the main gate, I see her walking towards me, dressed as I am in our summer school dresses — pale blue gingham with white trim at the collar and cuffs. She could be wearing a flour sack with three holes in it and she’d still be stunning.

She gives me a dazzling smile. “So you got my letter?”

“Is it true? Your friends voted for me?”

“I did, too. Everyone’s always saying how lovely you are and they’re right. I wish I’d told you earlier, but you know how they all sneer at girls who make friends with younger ones. They’d call me a paedo.”

“But you’re the most beautiful girl in the school, Audrey! Look, your boobs have started to grow and you have hips… me, I’m only eleven and I’m just a — a bean pole!”

Audrey shakes her head. “I haven’t had my first period yet, so there’s not that much difference between us. Anyhow, even if you are just eleven, I still think you’re pretty, and I still want to be your friend.”

My heart leaps for joy, though I can’t think of anything to say, except, “How are you gonna get home now, Audrey? The bus has already left! Tell you what; my Mum’s picking me up so she can drive you.”

On cue, Mum’s car pulls up and we pile into the back. I make the introduction, and Mum twists round in her seat to get a good long look at Audrey.

“Oh, you’re adorable! So you voted for my Misty being the prettiest girl in the school? That’s sweet of you. I’m so proud of my little girl, and yes, I agree — she has to be the most beautiful. I’d rate you a close second, though.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Audrey murmurs, blushing. I can tell that she’s pleased.

“Do you need to get home right away?” Mum continues. “You can come to our place and hang out for a while, then I can drive you home.”

“Let me check with my parents,” she says, pulling out her phone. She sends a couple of texts, then smiles. “It’s fine. I don’t need to be home until dinner at six. We’ve got lots of time.”

Once we get home, Audrey and I drop our backpacks in the hallway and take our sneakers off, then sit down on the couch in the living room. Mum fixes us up with glasses of lemonade. I make a point of reclining against one arm of the couch with my feet up, knees bent and at an angle so that Audrey can get a clear view of my knickers.

As she moves around the room, Mum glances at me from time to time with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. She asks Audrey about her grades and favourite teachers and what subjects she likes. How about sports? Audrey tells us that she’s on the gymnastic team.

“I’m sure you’re good at it, given your lovely slender figure.”

“Welllll… I’m really on the team because I like Miss Jackson, the P.E. teacher.”

Mum gives a thoughtful nod. “I think I met her at the last parent’s day. Is she the petite one with the spiky hair?”

“That’s her.”

“I suppose you two want to be alone,” Mum says, a twinkle in her eyes. “Why don’t you go upstairs and hang out in Misty’s room? You can do your homework after dinner.”

Exchanging delighted grins, Audrey and I dash upstairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind us. We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“Gosh, you’re gorgeous!” she breathes.

“You’re stunning,” I counter.

“I’ve been watching you since the beginning of the year. I never stop being amazed by how pretty you are. You’re like a younger version of your mum. She’s hot, too! Um… how old is she?”

“Twenty-five.”

“I can see where you get your looks from. If it weren’t for you, Misty, I could get a crush on her.” I chuckle and she continues, “I’m gonna tell you a secret. Last year I was hot for Miss Jackson.”

“Lots of the girls are,” I assure her. “Even I was keen on her for awhile. She always looks so sexy in those tight shorts.”

She grins. “With the camel toe? Yeah. Think she knows that a bunch of us girls like to look at her?”

“Why not?” I reply. “She likes to show off, same as I do.” Audrey gives me a sharp look. “You know,” I continue, “flashing my knickers and all that.”

“I thought it was just boys and men who like looking up girls’ skirts.”

“Believe me,” I say, “lots of women do, too. You know how it goes — we pretend we don’t know they can see our panties, and they pretend like they aren’t looking.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Audrey says, “I like to make sure she can get a good look at me when we change into our leotards in the changing room, and she’s not shy about looking. They say she’s gay.”

“I’m sure she is. My mum’s gay, by the way.”

She seems thrilled to hear that. “Really? What’s it like, having a gay mother?”

I want to tell her about everything that Mum and I did yesterday, but know that it’s out of the question. “It’s great. We don’t have any secrets from each other.”

She looks incredulous. “You mean… she tells you about the stuff she does with other lesbians?”

“Yeah, but I have to keep it secret, sorry.” I probably have a smug look on my face. “Though I can tell you this much: she likes young girls.”

“Ooooh!” Audrey squeals. “Do you think she likes me, you know, that way?”

“No doubt at all. Don’t worry, she won’t attack you.”

She laughs. “She won’t be turned off by my boring schoolgirl knickers, then?”

“She likes mine.” Then, feeling emboldened, I say, “I want to kiss you, Audrey.”

Her face lights up and she extends her arms. I step closer as she folds them round me and I hug her around the waist. We press our bodies together as our lips meet, soft flesh against soft flesh and then I feel the tip of her tongue teasing my lips. I open them to let her in. I feel Audrey’s thigh pressing between mine, and I widen my stance, pressing my own thigh into her cunt. Her tongue is now deep in my mouth, violating me so sweetly that I am dizzy with happiness. I can feel my cunt getting wet.

Finally, we come up for air and break apart, laughing.

“Oh, my God, Misty, where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“I… just did what felt right.”

“It was marvelous! Know what? I’m gonna forget Miss Jackson. From now on, you’re the only girl who interests me. We’re gonna be best friends, okay?”

I’m bursting with joy. “Best friends forever, except I’m also kinda best friends with my mum. She’s special.”

“Naturally; she’s your mum and you love her. Does she ever, um, look up your dress?”

I feel myself smirk. “All the time.”

Her eyes go wide. “Wow, and you’re her daughter, too. Mums aren’t supposed to do that, are they?”

“Mine does. I don’t mind — in fact, I quite like it. I guess I’m a bit of a show-off. Like… this!” I lift the front of my dress up above my waist, revealing my white cotton knickers. My grin runs from ear to ear.

Audrey stares hard at me, then lifts her own skirt, revealing snowy-white panties that are the mirror image of mine.

I’m licking my lips, drinking in the sexy sight. “Oh, she’ll like you, Audrey, I can promise that.” We pause for a bit, eyeing each other until the moment becomes awkward and she drops her skirt, whereas I lift the dress I wear over my head and throw it aside.

She’s puzzled by that. “Why are you getting undressed?”

“Well, I’m not going out, and later I’ll be taking a shower. Anyhow, in this house we’re okay with hanging out in our undies, or even stark naked. Mum says we should be proud of our bodies, not ashamed.”

“You guys are weird, but I suppose it makes sense. D’you want me to take mine off?” At this moment it’s the thing I want most in the world, so I just nod my head.

Audrey lifts the dress over her head, folds it carefully and places it on the bed. She’s wearing a skimpy training bra that’s little more than two triangles and some straps, the material so thin that I can see her nipples through it.

We stand side by side, looking at ourselves in the mirrored closet doors. I stare at her tits, just tiny swellings beginning to bud, though she has bigger nipples than mine.

I tug up the waist of my knickers to create a camel toe. “Look at us, two sexy nymphets,” I remark, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Aren’t we drop-dead gorgeous?”

“Oh, Misty, I could fall in love with you,” my new friend breathes, pressing her hip against mine.

An idea pops into my head. “I need to pee,” I say, taking hold of her hand. “Come with me.”

“I don’t need to pee, but if you want – okay.”

We step out onto the landing and go into the bathroom. I leave the door open, hoping Mum might come past, but Audrey closes it. I stand with my back to the loo and slowly pull my knickers down. Her gaze is riveted on me and my body throbs with pleasure. I let my knickers fall to my ankles, sit and spread my knees wide, leaning back. I want her to know that I’m deliberately showing off. Her eyes grow bigger. My vest only comes down just below my belly button so it doesn’t conceal my cunt.

“Do you like my cunt?” I ask.

“That’s what you call it?”

“Why not? My mum does. You needn’t worry about your language in this house; she’s not a prude.”

Audrey draws closer, taking a good long look. “It’s pretty, like a peach. And your mound is bigger than mine.”

“Are you gonna pee when I finish?” She nods. “Good, ‘cos I wanna see yours.”

She giggles. “You’re so naughty, Misty.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” I say, crumpling toilet paper and making a show of wiping myself. I pull my knickers up over my knees and stand, stepping away from the bowl and turning to face Audrey as she pulls her own knickers down and sits. The sound of her pee tinkling into the bowl is music to my ears.

I make no effort to pull my knickers up, because I’m enjoying flaunting my cunt so much. She finishes and stands and for a moment we both gaze at each other’s cunts. Hers is more developed than mine; her lips are forming and I can see the little bump of her clitoris at the top. Girls look so sexy when their knickers are halfway down. As before, when the moment becomes awkward, we pull our undies up and I open the bathroom door.

As we step onto the landing, Mum is coming up the stairs. “Oh, hi, girls. Listen, come into my bedroom, there’s something I want to show you.”

Audrey hangs behind. “I need my dress!” she whispers, anxiously.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, taking hold of her arm and pulling her into Mum’s room.

We stand there as Mum looks us up and down. “Oh my God, what gorgeous angels you are! I love seeing little girls in their undies.”

“So what is it you want to show us?” I ask.

Mum goes into her closet, brings out some folded garments and lays them on the bed. They turn out to be a perfectly sheer short slip and a pair of matching knickers that have lace panels up the sides. “I just bought these today.”

“Nice, Mum. Wanna try them on and show us?”

Silly question; like me, she never misses an excuse to get her clothes off. She turns her back to let me unzip her dress, which I slide off her shoulders and let fall. All she has on is a pair of nylon knickers, pink with white trim round the legs.

She dons the slip, which only comes down just below her bum. Her nipples are perfectly visible. “Now the knickers,” I demand and she grins as she slides the pink ones off. I take the new pair, flimsy and transparent and hold them for her to step into. Mum lifts her slip up, showing off her cunt, as I pull them all the way up, and for a couple of seconds her cunt is fully exposed until she lets the slip fall. Even then, we can still see it through the sheer nylon, as the panty crotch has no liner. All the time Audrey’s eyes are practically popping out of her head.

Mum looks at herself in the mirror. “I’m pretty fuckin’ sexy, huh?”

“You’re sexy in anything, Mum,” I turn to my new friend. “Just like Audrey here.” She blushes, which delights me.

Mum takes her phone, disables the flash and takes a picture of herself in the mirror, then turns to us. “Stand closer together and put your arms around each other’s shoulders, yeah, like that.” She looks at the screen. “Oh, so precious! You’re both adorable!”

“You, too, Mummy.” Both of us smiling, we leave her and return to my bedroom.

“Oh, my God! That was incredible!” Audrey says.

“Mum’s really something, isn’t she?”

“I can’t believe it! She took her knickers off and stood there holding her slip up so we could see everything! It’s like she was showing off her cunt on purpose.”

“She was. Mum does that kind of thing all the time. She’s an exhibitionist.” I’d picked up that word from the internet; it’s useful. “Did you notice how her cunt is different from ours?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve never seen a grown-up cunt before.” She sounds awestruck. “She has huge lips and I could even see her clit. All her hair is shaved off, too. Wow, your mum is even more beautiful than Miss Jackson!”

“She could almost pass for a sixth former. You can have a crush on her, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”

She laughs. “How could I have a crush on her when I love you?”

My heart skips a beat; she’s using the “L” word again.

“You can love two people at once,” I claim. “I love you and I love Mum.” There, I’ve said it. I’ve told her I love her.

We embrace and kiss again and I run my hands all over her bum cheeks, pulling her body against mine.

Over my shoulder, she looks at her watch. “Gosh! I really ought to be going. My mum will be wondering where I am.” She quickly dons her school dress as I head for the door. “Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” she asks.

“Mum will drive you home. I’d better stay here and do my homework. It’s okay, you’ll be safe with her, even if she does fancy you.”

We exchange phone numbers and email addresses, then go downstairs to find that Mum has put her dress back on. Seeing that I’m still in my knickers and vest, Mum immediately catches on to the idea that I want her to be alone with Audrey for the drive home. She gives me a grateful smile.

On the doorstep, I kiss Audrey lightly on the lips. “See you in the cafeteria tomorrow,” I say. Then they’re gone.

Back in the living room, I flop on the couch and let out a huge sigh. Everything went even better than I’d hoped. Audrey and I are now a couple, in love with each other, and I was able to let slip a few hints about Mum’s lust for little girls without freaking her out.

Mum’s little performance with the see-through slip and knickers was classic! I didn’t mind a bit when she flashed her cunt, and I wasn’t the slightest bit jealous, in fact the idea of Mum showing off to Audrey is strangely thrilling, even though I’m in love with her.

The few crushes I’ve had on girls are nothing to how I feel now about Audrey. I adore her perfect face, her slender body, her sweet little boobs, her pretty cunt and even her perfectly ordinary knickers.

I sprawl back and put a hand down the front of mine, thrusting two fingers into myself, pumping in and out, knees up by my ears. My mind is filled with an image of Audrey, knickers round her knees as she pees, letting me look.

“Well, well!” I hear Mum say. I didn’t hear her come in. “My little girl’s masturbating.” She has a huge grin on her face. “Don’t stop, I wanna watch. Did that little angel get you all excited? I bet she did. She certainly got my cunt wet. She’s utterly gorgeous and I want to get my hands on her and… that is, after I’ve satisfied you, my darling.”

My hand is moving furiously, fingers sliding in and out of my wetness. I don’t care that Mum’s watching me, in fact that makes it all the more exciting.

She drops to her knees right in front of me and pulls my knickers off. My fingers keep flying. “Come for me, darling!” she cries. “Come for Mummy! Oh, you’re coming, my love! That’s my girl!”

My orgasm goes off like a hand grenade, a ball of heat in my abdomen, igniting my whole body as my hips jerk up. The waves of lust slowly subside and I relax, letting out a huge whoosh of air.

Mum gives me a big smile. “That was wonderful, my darling. Were you thinking of Audrey?”

“Yes,” I manage, gasping for air. “We watched each other peeing and oh, Mum, she has such a lovely cunt.”

“Not as sweet as yours,” she says, leaning in and kissing me right on my swollen mound. She picks up my knickers, holds them to her face and inhales. I love it when she does that; it’s so intimate.

She stands and takes her dress off, and I see that she’s still wearing the transparent slip and knickers, “Ah, that’s better. I feel like a girl again.” She sits beside me.

“Audrey’s totally smitten with you,” I tell her.

“But doesn’t she love you?”

“Well, yeah,” I tell her. “We both said we love each other, but I told her it was okay if she has a crush on you, too. It’s only fair; after all, I’m also in love with you, Mum.”

Her smile could have lit up the entire world. “Oh, my… I have two sweet little nymphets who want to play with me! What a lucky girl I am.” She leans in and sniffs at me. “You smell like pussy. Go take a shower while I cook dinner.”

That confuses me. “What’s wrong with my smell? Don’t you like it?”

“I do, believe me,” Mum says with a nod, “but if you start out clean and fresh again, my nose will tell me when your cunt is getting wet.”

“So you can…”

“Molest it!”

“One shower, coming up!” I kiss her cheek and run upstairs.

I shower and put on clean knickers and the sexy vest that Mum likes, then select a dress, an old one that I wore when I was younger, so short that it barely covers my bum. I look at myself in the mirror, then turn my back and peer between my legs. I can see acres of white cotton; perfect!

I come downstairs and Mum has dinner ready, soup and a Thai salad. It’s delicious. We sit at the breakfast bar and she pours me a glass of wine.

“Is this the same wine that you…?”

“Yes, the same kind I drank from your cunt. We’ll save some for later.” She looks up at me. “Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Remember when we talked earlier about spanking?”

“Oh, I get it. You want to lie across my knee while I lift that skirt up and pull your knickers down, right?”

“Yes! Can we make a video of that? Audrey will want to see it.”

“Absolutely, but you have to do something bad to earn a spanking.”

“I’m going to. I’m going to do something that would land us both in jail if anyone found out.”

She looks intrigued. “Like what?”

“I’m gonna do the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen two girls do on the internet.”

“There’s a lot to choose from.”

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Mummy. You’re gonna lie on your bed and let me take your knickers off, then you’ll spread your legs, and then I’ll push my whole hand inside your cunt.”

Her face lights up. “But that’s not illegal.”

“Not between adults, but I’m still a little girl. Plus, it’s incest. Daughters don’t usually fist-fuck their mums. But we’re not usual, are we?”

“They’d put me in jail, not you; you’re too young. They’d say I made you do it, lock me up and put you in a foster home. So this has to be a secret, like all the other stuff we do. But if that’s what you want, I’m perfectly happy with it. It can be part of your education.”

Hand in hand, we go up to Mum’s room. I take her slip off, then pull her knickers down. Naked, she lies down on the bed, legs spread wide. I kneel between them, licking my lips as I stare at her beautiful cunt. Her lips are already glistening with moisture.

“There’s lube on the bedside table,” Mum says. “Cover your whole hand with it.”

I grease up, then take her labia between my forefingers and thumbs, pulling them wide apart, gazing into my mum’s tunnel of love.

“Wait a sec,” she says, “this is a better position.” She rolls on to all fours, facing the head of the bed, then pushes her bum up. I get behind her, give her a little kiss on each cheek, then push two fingers into her, palm down. I stroke in and out, feeling how wet she is, then add a third and fourth finger. I push in until my thumb presses against Mum’s pubic bone.

“Oh, yes, Misty!” she groans. “Fill me up. Put your whole hand inside me.”

I know what to do, just from watching lesbians fuck on the internet. Folding my thumb into my palm, I push inward. Mum grunts, moans, then cries out loud when my hand penetrates her, entering halfway.

Her body is quivering all over, from head to toe. “Am I hurting you?” I ask.

“NO!” she cries. “Don’t pull out! Okay, now put a finger up my bum.” I slide the index finger of my free hand into Mum’s anus. “Now push your hand harder. That’s right. Harder!”

Suddenly, my hand slides into Mum’s vagina, right up to the wrist. She screams, then blurts, “Hold still for a minute, let me get used to it.” She breathes hard for a minute or so, then slowly nods. “Okay, now make a fist. Mum inhales sharply as my hand shifts about inside her, then she moans, “Oh, Jesus, I’m in heaven. All right, I’m ready to be fucked. Pump it in and out. Fuck me, my darling little girl, fuck your Mummy.” Her words excite me every bit as much as the sharp aroma of her cunt, now filling the room.

My fist is going deeper and deeper into her with each thrust, until I’m in halfway up my arm. I’m amazed at how much room there is inside her.

“More! More!” she cries, her whole body twitching. “Fuck Mummy’s cunt!” I press even deeper, until I feel my knuckles touch something — her cervix, maybe, and she groans.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s all right, Misty, I’m coming.” Her voice grows louder. “Oh my God, I’m coming!”

“Come for me, Mummy,” I call in encouragement, “come for me!” My arm is churning around in her juicy hole, giving me this incredible feeling of power. She’s going completely wild, and I’m making it happen!

When her orgasm hits its high point, Mum makes this sound like nothing I’ve ever heard from her, then slumps forward, her arse still up. I’ve made my Mummy come! I’m so excited and proud.

“Shall I take it out?” I say.

Mum shakes her head. “Leave it in there for a moment. I want to remember this. I was in heaven, my darling, and you took me there. I love you so much.”

I’m filled with pride and devotion for my darling mummy. “I love you, too,” is all I can say.

After a few seconds I slide my hand from her with a slurping noise. She rolls on to her back as I hold my hand up and look at all the juice dripping from it. I lick up as much of it as I can, then look at her cunt. It’s gaping wide. I could put my fist right back in there with room to spare, but instead I jump off the bed, find her phone and take a close up picture of Mum’s deep cavern, still stretched wide. A tennis ball could fit into it without touching the sides.

She’s slowly recovering, getting her breath back when I show her the phone. Mum smiles. “The happiest cunt in the world,” she declares.

“And the most beautiful. Now, I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I, Mummy? I broke the law. And you have to spank me. Where’s the camcorder?” My phone would do the job, but who would hold it? I can set the camcorder up, press “record” and leave it to capture everything.

“Kitchen.”

I run downstairs, find it in a drawer and dash back up again, to see Mum wiping her cunt with the bed sheet. She puts her slip back on as I place the camcorder on the dresser, aim it at the end of the bed and tell Mum to sit there. I start recording, then quickly lie across her knee.

“You bad, bad girl!” Mum says, slowly pulling my dress up. I lift my body so she can pull the dress even higher, round my chest. I want to show off as much of my body as I can for the camcorder.

Once I’m exposed, Mum runs her hands over my bum cheeks, still covered by my knickers, then with one hand, she tugs them down, one side at a time, until they’re just below my knees. Her palm runs up my thigh and her fingers go between my legs, teasing my cunt. I feel her other hand press under my tummy to join the first and her fingers slide into me. I’m already soaking wet, intensely aroused from fisting my mum.

She leans forward and kisses my bum, then delivers slaps to my cheeks, just hard enough to sting so they’ll be pink, hard enough for it to look like I’m really been punished, but it doesn’t really hurt.

“Ouch!” I cry, faking pain.

After three on each cheek, she kisses my bottom again. “There, you wicked child. You got what you deserved. From now on, I’m gonna spank you every time you’re naughty.”

I roll onto my back, my upper torso and legs hanging down on either side of her thighs, my tummy elevated, my legs parted enough for the camera to see my cunt. Mum’s hand strokes my thigh, riding higher and higher until her fingertips touch my puffy mound. I wonder if I’m going to show this to Audrey, or would it be a little too wild for her?

I want to see the video now, so I reluctantly roll off Mum, stand and pad over to the camcorder, switching it off.

“Let’s see it,” Mum demands.

We replay it, looking at the screen. Oh, it’s perfect! It almost looks like I’m really getting disciplined in a big way, even though the spanks are relatively gentle.

“Audrey will love this, Mummy.” I’ve decided that she really needs to watch this.

“Isn’t it a bit too much? The spanking’s okay, but I touched your cunt. Is she ready for that?”

“I’ll find the right opportunity to let her see it.”

“Swear her to secrecy; promise?”

“I promise.” I pause. “Mummy, can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

She thinks about it, then shakes her head. “You know, Misty, I’m pretty much all washed out, having had your fist up my cunt… and if I let you sleep with me, I can’t imagine getting much rest. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you, and then we’d end up fucking again. Sorry, darling, but there will be other nights.”

“Okay, you have a point. I’ll just lie in my own bed and masturbate while I think about Audrey.”

“Wanna borrow a vibrator?”

I ponder the idea. “I guess not. It would distract my thoughts from her.”

Mum laughs. “Ah yes, those erotic, lascivious, lewd and incredibly dirty thoughts of yours! Sometimes, I really wish that I could be inside your head.”

I just smile. In many ways, she already is.

As promised: Part Three!

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The Notebook, Chapter 8

  • Posted on October 4, 2019 at 2:20 pm

by Ebo

Dropping her backpack by her bedroom door, Dana shrugged out of her coat. As she was hanging it up, she noticed a box sitting on her bed. Moving closer, she saw the Amazon Prime tape that sealed it, and her heart started beating faster.

My Columbus Day outfit has arrived, Dana thought, smiling as she picked up the box. Glancing at her alarm clock, she thought she had enough time to try it on before her dad got home. She ripped the box open, saw the gauzy pink and black lingerie and started smiling. Taking it out of the box, she held it up. It looked even sexier than it had on her computer screen.

Chewing on her lip, she wondered if she would look good in it. Most lingerie wasn’t designed for a girl with her body type. What if she looked stupid in it? Like a little girl playing dress-up?

The main character in Playing Hooky had had similar anxieties, and Dana wondered if she had poured some of her own self-doubts into the girl. It had turned out all right for the girl in the story, but that was a work of fantasy. What if Dana’s story didn’t have the same happy ending?

She was almost too scared to try it on because if it didn’t fit her right, her plan would fall apart. She wanted Penny to look at her and not be able to stop. That was what she wanted from the lingerie. If it didn’t look good on her…

Standing up straighter and putting her shoulders back, Dana said, “It’s going to look amazing. Penny is going to love it, and that is all there is to it.”

She didn’t completely buy her own bullshit, but started undressing to try it on anyway. She unzipped her skirt, wriggling out of it. Kicking it aside, she unbuttoned her white blouse. It joined the skirt on the floor near her hamper. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasps of her bra, slipping out of it. In just her panties, she reached for the bustier. Slipping it over her head, she smoothed it into place. Her heart started beating faster when it fit her perfectly, but she knew that was only half of it. Just because it fit, didn’t mean it would look good on her. She avoided looking in the mirror as she slipped out of her panties and into the impossibly small thong. She laughed at how little it covered and squirmed at the string between her buttocks. Sitting on her bed, she took off her shoes and rolled down her black knee socks. Dana slipped into the silky nylons, loving how her legs appeared when sheathed in black hosiery. If nothing else, that much of her would look good.

Holding her breath, she stepped in front of her mirror and gasped. She put her hand to her mouth, laughing excitedly.

“Oh, wow,” she said, barely believing her eyes, “Penny is going to love this!”

The stretchy material of the bustier clung to her young body in all the right places, pushed her breasts up and gave her more cleavage than she thought she could muster. Coupled with the nylons, the lingerie made her look inappropriately sexy, considering her age. As she turned this way and that, her fears were assuaged. She didn’t look foolish or like a little girl playing dress-up. Surely it wasn’t true, but the lingerie looked like it was meant for her.

She didn’t want to take it off, wanted to run downstairs and show Penny now. She knew that her stepmother wouldn’t mind seeing her in the bustier, but Dana knew Penny liked to wait, liked to let the anticipation build. She smiled at her reflection, admiring the lingerie for a second longer before turning from the mirror and undressing.

Dana slipped everything back in the box except the extra surprise she had bought for Penny and her to play with on Columbus Day. Looking at it now, she wondered if she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew. The product descriptions had listed dimensions, but it was bigger than she expected. A lot bigger.

Shoving it under her bed, she quickly got dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, then ran downstairs to find Penny before her dad got home. Penny was in the living room, watching TV. Dana sat on the woman’s lap, giving her a big, toe-curling kiss.

Laughing, Penny husked, “Well, hi.”

“I just tried on my Columbus Day costume,” Dana said, smiling.

“I’m guessing it fits,” Penny said, her eyes flashing at Dana.

“Better than it has any right to,” Dana said, kissing Penny, again, “I can’t wait for you to see me in it.”

“I can’t wait, either,” Penny said, excitement creeping into her voice, “just four more days.”

“Then I’ll finally get to see what’s in my present,” Dana said, pouting playfully, “I’ve had to wait longer than you.”

“Just four more days,” Penny said, kissing Dana. It deepened more than either of them expected, lingered much too long. When Penny finally pulled back, she favored Dana with a sheepish smile, said, “Four long, long days.”

Laughing, Dana said, “God, Friday needs to hurry up and get here.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, fanning herself, “you better get off my lap. I need to calm down before your dad gets home.”

“Got you all hot and bothered, did I?” Dana asked, grinning.

“You have no idea,” Penny said, stealing one more kiss before shooing Dana off her lap.

“Do you still have any of that wrapping paper? I want to wrap your ‘gift’,” Dana said.

“I think there is some in the upstairs closet,” Penny said, straightening her clothes.

“Okay,” Dana said, heading upstairs. Dana felt Penny’s eyes on her as she climbed the stairs and she gave the woman her best sexy walk. Smiling, Dana thought she had definitely put herself back in her stepmother’s thoughts, where she wanted to stay.

She found the wrapping paper right where Penny said it would be and took the rollback to her room. Sitting on her bed, she wrapped the box in which the lingerie had arrived. She was just putting the finishing touches on it when her father’s car pulled into the driveway. Giving the gift to Penny would have to wait, so she shoved it under the bed with her other purchase. Smiling, she thought she’d have to wait until everyone was asleep to wrap that one.

***

Dana opened her eyes, looking at her alarm clock. She had set it for seven-thirty, so she would be getting up just as her father was getting ready to leave for work. She’d have enough time to grab a shower and get ready to celebrate her new favorite holiday — Columbus Day- with Penny. The only problem was her alarm clock read five-thirty-seven and she was too wide awake to get back to sleep.

Giving up on the Sandman, Dana reached under her bed and pulled out Penny’s old laptop. Sitting up, she leaned against her headboard and put the computer on her lap. She let it boot up, looking at the door to the hallway. Even in the early morning gloom, she could see the towel she had put across the gap between the door and the floor. Smiling, she thought, I’m getting good at being bad.

She opened her email, saw a new message from Penny. Smiling, she opened it and laughed. It was just a three-word message: Happy Columbus Day!

Dana thought about writing her back but she’d probably see her stepmother in person before the woman would get a chance to read her email. Closing out her email, Dana wondered if Penny was as excited about today as she was. This week of waiting had been torture, the anticipation building and building until she could barely get to sleep last night.

This is worse than Christmas, Dana thought, amused. It did feel a bit like Christmas, though. Hell, there was even a present for her to open.

Thinking about the gift-wrapped box in her closet made her heart beat faster. Not for the first time since Penny sprang this Columbus Day thing on her, Dana wondered what sort of sexy lingerie Penny had bought to wear for her. The more her imagination ran away from her, the more she really needed her dad to hurry up and go to work.

I wonder if Penny is as anxious to see what I bought, Dana thought, chewing on her lip. She liked to think Penny was lying awake like she was, liked to think her stepmother had found it hard to get to sleep last night, as she had. Dana hoped Penny was a horny mess like she was.

She glanced at the alarm clock, groaned when she saw only fifteen minutes had passed. She needed something to distract her for a couple of hours. She opened a blank Word document, thinking she might start a new story. Staring at the blinking cursor in all that white, she waited for inspiration to come, but none did. After only a couple of minutes, she closed the unaltered document.

Pulling up her email, again, Dana looked at the little window in the lower-left corner. She chewed on her lower lip, wondering if Penny was up, then she wondered if she should risk it. If her stepmother was awake, she was probably in bed still. With her father beside her, it seemed dangerous. Especially since they were so close to finally having some time together.

There was a chime and a new message appeared in the box. Dana smiled when she read it: Can’t sleep, either?

Dana typed: No. Too excited.

Penny sent back: Me, too. I’ve been lying here making myself a horny mess thinking about you.

That line got Dana’s heart beating faster. Her hands were shaking a little as she typed: I know the feeling.

Penny: I had to move to the armchair, so I wouldn’t wake your father

Laughing, Dana typed: So I can say all the naughty things I want to do to you, now?

There was a slight pause, then Penny sent back: Better not. It’s hard enough to resist the urge to come down the hall and crawl into bed with you

Her heart beat even faster, Dana typed: I wouldn’t mind the company. We could start celebrating Columbus Day early.

Penny: That’s not helping

Dana could almost see Penny looking at the door to the hallway, trying to resist the urge to walk through it and down the hall to her room. It made Dana feel sexy, desirable and indeed desired. If a woman as beautiful as Penny could find her so tempting…

Unable to resist, Dana sent: Would it help, if I told you I’m wearing just a pair of panties and nothing else?

Penny: That would be the opposite of helping

Smiling, Dana typed: Dad doesn’t get up for what, another hour and a half?

Penny: I’ve already thought about that

Dana said out loud as she typed, “Come keep me company for an hour. Dad will never know you are gone.”

Holding her breath, Dana waited for Penny’s response. She wouldn’t mind if Penny did indeed keep her company for a while but mostly she just wanted to put the thought in her stepmother’s head. She frowned when there was no answer from Penny right away. The pause seemed to stretch longer than it should and she kept hoping to see the three dots in an oval that signified Penny was typing.

The doorknob to her room turned and Dana closed her laptop in a hurry, stuffing it under her covers. It was probably Penny, enticed into keeping her company, but it might not be. She didn’t want her father to walk in on her with the laptop on her knees. She didn’t have a laptop of her own and he’d be suspicious of her having one now. The last thing she wanted for him to look at the contents of the computer. There was so much incriminating material- stories, pictures (a dozen or so of Penny, at that), videos. Her browsing history alone would see her grounded for the rest of her life.

She relaxed when she saw it was Penny. She wore an oversized sleep shirt and her hair was mussed from sleeping on it. Dana thought she looked beautiful.

Penny stopped just inside the room, looking at Dana. Her eyes narrowing, she said, “I thought you were just wearing a pair of panties?”

Looking down at her t-shirt, Dana laughed. She pulled the t-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Smiling playfully, she said, “I am.”

“So you lied to get me over here,” Penny said, crossing the room to the bed. She crawled under the covers when Dana moved over.

“Couldn’t wait to do this,” Dana said, kissing Penny deeply, “Happy Columbus Day!”

“Mm… It’s starting to be,” Penny said, smiling at Dana.

“I wasn’t sure if you come,” Dana said, snuggling against her stepmother.

“I probably shouldn’t have,” Penny said, shaking her head.

“I’m glad you did though,” Dana said, tilting her head up for a kiss. Penny kissed her tenderly.

“Set your alarm,” Penny said, laughing when Dana raised her eyebrows, “in case we get… Um, distracted.”

Smiling at her, Dana asked, “Do you think we’ll need it?”

“Just in case,” Penny said, kissing her.

When it started to get away from them, Dana rolled onto her side and set her alarm for thirty minutes before her dad was supposed to get up. Looking back at her stepmother, Dana smiled and said, “Yeah, I think we’re going to need it.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, kissing Dana. This time, they didn’t have a reason to stop and the passion welled up between them in a hurry. The sexual tension that had been building up and building up since that weekend they spent together finally reached critical and they were pawing at what little clothing they were wearing.

As Penny’s sleep shirt was tossed aside, the woman said, “We need to be quiet.”

“I’ll try,” Dana said, kissing her. She slid her hand up Penny’s flank to cup her breast, and the woman moaned as her nipple dragged across Dana’s palm. Smiling playfully, Dana said, “Shh.”

“We are so going to get busted,” Penny said, rolling Dana onto her back. Getting to her knees, Penny shucked her panties, and they ended up on the floor with her sleep shirt. Naked, she hooked her fingers in Dana’s panties and pulled them off, too.

“We’ll be okay… If Dad didn’t wake up when you got out of bed, he won’t wake up now,” Dana said, smiling.

“I hope you’re right,” Penny said, nudging Dana’s legs open. She lay between them, leaning in to kiss Dana as her hips started to rock back and forth.

Dana wrapped both legs around her stepmother, crossing her ankles. She moaned softly as little waves of pleasure started washing through her young body, and she reminded herself she had to keep quiet. It wasn’t going to be easy, the lovely friction of hers and Penny’s bodies coming together felt so good.

“God, I’ve needed this for so long,” Penny said, kissing Dana excitedly.

Dana’s heart started racing, hearing that Penny’s frustration matched her own. The little games they played — the flirting, the back and forth by email, the naughty photos and stories — was fun and exciting, but this was what both of them had craved. They’d had a little taste of being together, then were denied this intimacy, so close to each other but still out of reach.

“Me, too,” Dana said, in a breathy moan.

Her fingers dug into Penny’s shoulders as the woman’s hips started moving faster, those little waves of pleasure coursing through her young body cresting higher and higher. She met Penny’s eyes in the early morning light, and she saw the woman was feeling it, too.

She knew that it wouldn’t be long for either of them. They’d had months of foreplay, after all. Their pace became almost frantic as they pushed themselves closer and closer to a climax that was sure to rock them both to pieces. Try as they might, they couldn’t completely hold in those cries of excitement that kept wanting to escape. Penny buried her face in Dana’s neck, muffling her little wordless sounds of enjoyment. Dana bit Penny’s shoulder to do the same.

“Oh God, I’m going to come already,” Penny breathed in Dana’s ear.

Dana was right there with her, tension already building up inside in anticipation of that beautiful explosion of pleasure. Penny’s hips began to lose their grace, as she started to come, but she held it together long enough to bring them both to a mind-numbing, body trembling climax. Dana’s eyes closed her eyes, and she hugged Penny tightly as she basked in the lovely afterglow, feeling as light as a feather stirred to flight by a summer breeze.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and met Penny’s. They started laughing, amused by their exuberance. The desire and passion between them had gotten away from them a bit.

Penny kissed Dana tenderly, smiled as she said, “I don’t know what it is, but when I’m with you I’m as horny as a teenager.”

“Me too,” Dana said, making Penny laugh, “oh wait, never mind.”

“At least you have an excuse,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“I guess I’m just irresistible,” Dana said, playfully.

Penny met her eyes, said, “You are irresistible. Trying to behave around you is impossible.”

“Well,” Dana said, kissing her, “maybe we can find a way to misbehave some more.”

“There you go,” Penny said, smiling warmly at her, “being all irresistible, again.”

“Just something to think about,” Dana said.

“Believe me, I’m thinking about it,” Penny said, kissing her.

Without a further word, they fell back into making love. This time they weren’t in any hurry, kissing and touching more. At some point, Dana ended up on top, holding herself up with her weight on her arms so she could really grind against Penny. Penny pushed her hips up into Dana, and the meetings of their bodies had their nerve endings singing.

As passion started to build between them, so did their pace build up a head of steam. Penny’s hands were on her buttocks, urging her to go faster and faster. The lovely sensation was too much to bear, and Dana felt herself start to come. Penny met her eyes, and Dana saw her stepmother was almost there, too. One, two, three more rolls of her hips and Dana lost herself to her orgasm. Even through the haze of pleasure, she felt Penny come undone beneath her, could feel the woman climaxing.

Dana was gasping for air, but she still had to kiss Penny. Penny kissed her back, her hands on Dana’s cheeks.

“God, that was so good,” Penny said, smiling at Dana.

“Yeah,” Dana said, stealing another kiss. When Penny finally unlocked her legs, Dana rolled off her, stretching out on her back next to Penny.

Moving against Dana, Penny said, “Not a bad start to Columbus Day, huh?”

Laughing, Dana said, “No. Not a bad start at all.”

“Of course,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck, “if we keep this pace up, I’ll be in traction by the time your dad gets home.”

“We’ll pace ourselves,” Dana said.

Smiling at Dana, Penny said, “With you, I’m not sure I can.”

Her heart skipping a beat, Dana kissed her deeply. She jumped when the alarm started bleating its one note song. Laughing, she gave Penny a sheepish grin and rolled over to turn it off.

“Hit snooze,” Penny said.

Dana glanced at her, raised her eyebrows questioningly.

With a playful smile, Penny said, “I need eight more minutes.”

***

Fresh from her shower and wearing only a pair of panties and a t-shirt, Dana headed downstairs. Penny had showered first and was probably making breakfast. She found Penny in the kitchen, the makings of pancake batter spread out on the counter. Dana leaned against the archway, watching the woman work. Back in her oversized sleep shirt, her long legs bare, Penny was easy to look at.

Eventually, Dana entered the kitchen, moved behind the woman and embraced her from behind. Penny inhaled sharply when Dana’s hands came up to cup her breasts. She moaned as Dana teased her stiffening nipples, pressing back against Dana.

“You should stop that,” Penny said, her voice thick with excitement, “it wouldn’t do to get busted now.”

“You are probably right,” Dana said, letting one hand slip down Penny’s taut stomach and between her thighs. She massaged Penny’s bud through the thin panties she wore.

With a laugh that was half a moan, Penny said, “I need to finish breakfast.”

“Can I help?” Dana asked, removing her hand from between Penny’s thighs.

Penny turned to look at her, saw what she was wearing. Dana smiled when the woman’s breathing got a little funny. Ever since Penny admitted her little fantasy about Dana walking around in just panties and a shirt, Dana found an excuse to do it as much as she could. She did it so often now that her father didn’t even raise his eyebrows anymore. Frequency didn’t detract from Penny’s reaction to seeing Dana in just some cute panties and a t-shirt, though. If anything, it made her more excited, knowing Dana did it just to toy with her.

“You are such a tease,” Penny said, meeting Dana’s eyes.

“I know,” Dana said, stealing a quick kiss, “what do you want me to do?”

“Um, you can start some coffee, then set the table,” Penny said.

Dana got the coffee going as Penny started dropping pancake batter on the hot griddle. As she reached up to get the plates out of the cabinet, she felt eyes on her backside. She glanced at Penny, caught the woman looking. Laughing she said, “Don’t let Dad catch you staring at me like that.”

“If you didn’t want me to stare, you should have worn pants,” Penny said, pointing at her with the spatula.

“I never said I didn’t want you to look. I love when you look at me like that,” Dana said, playfully, “I think it might make Dad a little jealous if he caught you, though.”

“You are probably right,” Penny said, laughing, “although jealous might not be the right word.”

Dana set the table for the three of them, adding silverware to the plates. She was just sitting down when Penny took the plate in front of her and loaded it up with a healthy stack of pancakes. A bottle of syrup and a tub of butter appeared on the table, and Dana’s mouth started watering. Smothered in melted butter and thick syrup, the pancakes looked as delicious as they smelled. The first bite proved they tasted even better than they looked.

“These are so good,” Dana said, sighing happily.

“What’s so good?” Her dad asked, coming into the kitchen.

“These,” Penny said, handing him a plate of pancakes. He accepted the plate, giving Penny a quick kiss.

Sitting down next to Dana, her father asked, “Why aren’t you dressed for school?”

“It’s Columbus Day,” Penny said, setting a steaming mug of coffee in front of him, “no school.”

“I don’t understand why this is a holiday,” he said, sipping his coffee, “the guy got lost, thought he was in India.”

Dana laughed, rolled her eyes. When her dad gave her a look, she said, “Come on, Dad. You say the same thing every year. Accident or not, he discovered America.”

“Tell that to the Vikings, who made it here before old Christopher Columbus got lost,” her father said, then changed his mind, “even better, tell that to the Indians.”

Penny sat down with her plate of pancakes, said, “You are just crabby because you have to go to work and Dana is off.”

Laughing, he said, “You’ve got me there.”

“Sucks to be you,” Dana teased, drawing another look from her father. She smiled sweetly.

“If you don’t have school, why are you up? I figured you’d be asleep until noon,” her father said.

“Pancakes,” Dana said, popping a bite in her mouth and sighing happily.

“Is that what it takes to get your lazy butt out of bed?” He said, taking a bite of his own pancakes.

“Doesn’t hurt,” Dana said, smiling.

“Well, what do you have planned for your day off?” Her father asked. He wasn’t looking up, engrossed in his breakfast.

Unable to resist, Dana met Penny’s eyes, said, “I plan to spend the day in bed.”

Penny hid her smile behind her coffee mug, but she winked at Dana.

Her dad shook his head, laughed, “Lucky kid.”

“You have no idea,” Dana said, winking back at Penny.

***

With a belly full of pancakes, Dana went upstairs. She stood at her window, watching her dad getting in his car. Her heart started racing as she watched him back out of the driveway and into the street. She watched until he disappeared from view, then dug her gift for Penny out of its hiding place. She ran downstairs, found Penny putting up the last of the breakfast dishes. Hearing her enter the kitchen, Penny turned and leaned against the sink, her sleep shirt riding high on her thighs. She started smiling when she saw how excited Dana was.

“He’s gone!” Dana said, holding out the gift-wrapped box.

“I know, I was watching as he pulled away,” Penny said, accepting the box. “Help me put these dishes up, then I’ll give you my present.”

They hurried to put everything up. Finished, Dana followed Penny to the master bedroom. She watched as her stepmother fetched the festively wrapped package from its hiding place, her heart racing in her breast. The time for the big reveal had finally come. She’d get to see Penny in whatever naughty bit of lingerie she had picked out for Columbus Day. She had been waiting impatiently for this moment all week, and it was finally here.

Penny held out the package to Dana, said, “I can’t wait to see what you bought.”

“This week has been torture,” Dana said, nodding at the box on the bed, the one that contained the lingerie Penny had bought, “having that in my room and not being able to open it.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, sighing, “torture is the word.”

“No more waiting,” Dana said, starting to open the box in her hand.

“Not here. Go put it on in your room,” Penny said, smiling at Dana, “I’ll be there as soon as I change.”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” Dana said.

“Wouldn’t think of it,” Penny said, stealing a kiss, “now go.”

Dana left Penny to change into her lingerie, ran to her bedroom. She tore open the wrapping, spilling her bustier and accessories out on the bed. Her hands were shaking as she started getting undressed. She laughed at her eagerness, made herself slow down. She smoothed the bustier into place, then sat on her bed to roll her stockings onto her legs. The garters gave her fits, but she managed to fasten them. Standing up, she stepped into the tiny thong, once again laughing at how little there was to it.

Going to her closet, she pulled a shoebox down from the shelve above her clothes rack. Opening it, she saw the heels Penny had bought her for their ‘date’. Black with three-inch heels, they were by far the sexiest shoes she owned, were probably too sexy for a girl her age. She loved these shoes and had been looking for a reason to break them out, again. She thought they would go nicely with her bustier, the shoes matching the black detailing.

She put on some strawberry flavored lip gloss, ran her brush through her hair. She glanced at the door, wondering how long Penny was going to make her wait before walking through it in something scandalous. She looked around the room, not sure what to do now that she was ready.

Luckily, Penny didn’t make her wait much longer. There was a knock, then Penny asked through the door, “Can I come in?”

Her heart racing, she said, “Yeah.”

The door opened, and Dana gasped as Penny stepped into the room. She had known Penny would be wearing something sexy and probably revealing, but her imagination had failed her. Dressed in a white corset with light blue lacing up the front and a white lace ruffle on the bottom; white lace topped stockings with a light-blue back seam held up with attached garters; and a white ribbon choker, dainty and incredibly sexy on Penny’s graceful neck. Penny had fixed her hair, done her makeup and Dana couldn’t stop staring at her.

“Dana, I–” Penny said, putting her hand to her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she looked at Dana.

The surprise in Penny’s eyes gave way to excitement and Dana shivered at the lust in them. The lingerie had had the desired effect, had left Penny speechless. Feeling incredibly sexy, Dana did a slow spin for Penny, loving the woman’s reaction.

“Wow,” Penny managed to say.

“You, too,” Dana said, shaking her head, “I tried to guess what you’d be wearing… I wasn’t even close. You… you look so… God, it was so worth the wait!”

Penny smiled at her, said, “I don’t know… If I had known that was in the box, I don’t think I could have waited.”

“You like it?” Dana asked.

Crossing the room, Penny took Dana in her arms and gave her a very heated kiss. Pulling back, Penny gave her a smile that made her heart skip a few beats, said, “I love it. It’s the sexiest Columbus Day outfit I’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t know,” Dana said, smiling at her, “yours is hot, too.”

“That story you wrote — ‘Playing Hooky’… When your young girl character wanted her stepmother to like the lingerie she had bought… ‘I want her eyes to get wide, and her jaw hit the floor. I wanted to make her weak in the knee like she made me, wanted her heart to race. I needed her to think I was beautiful and sexy and irresistible’.”

Surprised, Dana said, “You are quoting my story?”

“I loved that story, must have read it a dozen times since you sent it to me,” Penny said, smiling at her, “I know that line by heart. It’s my favorite part.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her heart beating a little faster.

“Is that what you wanted, too?” Penny asked, meeting Dana’s eyes, “for my eyes to get big and my jaw hit the floor? To make my knees weak and my heart race? For me to think you are so beautiful and sexy and irresistible?”

Dana nodded, holding her breath.

Penny’s hand came up and touched Dana’s cheek lovingly, said, “It did that and more. You are beautiful, and you in this lingerie will haunt my fantasies forever. I can’t get over how amazing it looks on you.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Dana said, her heart all stupid in her breast.

“I love it,” Penny said, kissing her deeply.

Dana could feel just how much Penny loved it in her kiss, the eager caress of her tongue as her stepmother drew her in. Kissing her back, Dana thought, And let the celebration begin, again!

Sure enough, Penny broke the kiss to move onto Dana’s bed, stretching out on her back. Dana crawled onto the bed, leaning in to kiss her stepmother. It lingered awhile, neither of them in any hurry to break it. With almost seven hours left to kill, they could take their time.

Finally pulling back, Penny gave Dana a curious look, said, “You taste like strawberries.”

“Lip gloss,” Dana said, laughing.

“Ah. I thought you were hiding strawberries somewhere,” Penny said, smiling playfully at her.

“And a can of whipped cream?” Dana asked.

“I think there is one downstairs,” Penny said, amused.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Dana said, kissing Penny, again.

Her stepmother sighed when Dana pressed her lips to the graceful curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Running her hands up Penny’s flanks, she could feel the boning in the corset as it reshaped Penny’s already lovely body. Luckily they stopped just underneath Penny’s breasts, and Dana cupped them, kneaded them through the satiny material. Penny moaned, her back arching off the bed as she pushed her breasts into Dana’s hands eagerly.

Dana moved lower, pushed Penny’s long legs open. She glanced up at Penny as she pulled the little matching thong to one side. Smiling, she saw Penny holding her breath in anticipation. Not keeping her stepmother waiting, Dana ran her tongue across Penny’s bud, and Penny let out her breath in a moan. The two orgasms earlier hadn’t completely quelled the desire in Penny, it would seem.

She did say she couldn’t control herself, Dana thought, her heart getting a little funny in her breast. She kind of liked the idea of being the bane of Penny’s self-control, a temptation. Lord knows, Penny was one for her.

The caress of Dana’s tongue against her bud had Penny moaning and making these little wordless sounds of enjoyment. It was a good thing they didn’t need to be quiet anymore. Dana wet two fingers with saliva and eased them into Penny’s ready pussy. Penny’s back arched off the bed as Dana found that magic button inside, teased her g-spot with little come-hither motions. Penny clutched at the covers as those two sensations melded into one, her body going crazy.

“God, I’d forgotten how good you are at this,” Penny said, moaning thickly.

Smiling up at her, Dana thought, Never did send her the article I read about this.

The caress of her tongue across Penny’s bud and the pressure of her fingertips teasing Penny’s g-spot had the woman writhing in pleasure. Penny’s hips moved with a mind of their own, pressing her pussy eagerly against Dana’s mouth. Her cries of enjoyment filled the bedroom, growing louder as she became more and more excited.

“Oh God,” Penny said, her eyes widening. Dana saw her stepmother’s stomach muscles tightening, heard her stop breathing and knew the woman was close. She rolled her eyes up and saw the slack-mouthed, eyes-rolled-back look of bliss, didn’t look away as she brought Penny to a body-shaking orgasm. She eased her fingers out of Penny, massaging her labia to keep the lovely sensations washing through her stepmother.

Dana crawled up Penny’s supine body, giving her a lingering kiss before hopping off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Penny called, rolling on her side to watch as Dana went to her dresser.

Dana pulled the bottom drawer out, setting it aside. She reached in and found the gift-wrapped box inside the void. Bringing it out, she showed it to Penny, said, “I bought you a second Columbus Day gift.”

“You did?” Penny asked, sitting up, “What is it?”

Coming to the bed, Dana handed the present to her, said, “Open it and see.”

Penny looked at her a second, then at the box in her hand. She ripped the wrapping open, then opened the box. Her eyes got wide as she pulled the strap-on harness and dildo out of the box. Laughing, she looked at her stepdaughter. “What the hell, Dana?”

“I was going to get one like the one in the video — you know, where the stepmother takes the girl shopping for lingerie — but the review said it was hard to use. A bunch of people recommended this instead,” Dana said, crawling onto the bed.

Looking from the harness to Dana, Penny asked, “Is this for you or me?”

“Us,” Dana said, smiling.

“I mean do you want to wear this or… me?” Penny asked.

“Um, both,” Dana said, then blushed, “or I did before I saw it. It’s kind of…big. I read the dimensions on the website, but I guess I didn’t understand what they meant.”

“It is pretty… adventurous,” Penny said, laughing. She gave Dana a curious look, asked, “Do you think you’re ready for this? Well, not this, but something like it?”

“That’s sort of the other surprise,” Dana said, blushing, “I’m not a virgin, any more.”

“Your not?” Penny asked.

“I don’t know how it happened, but no,” Dana said.

“Huh,” Penny said, then nodded. She got off the bed, said as she walked toward the door, “I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” Dana asked.

Pausing with her hand on the door, Penny turned to Dana and said, “You’ll see.”

Dana waited, wondering what Penny was doing. She didn’t have to wait long, then Penny was back with a dusty locked box. Dana watched with interest as Penny put in the combination, then popped the lock. The hinges protested as Penny opened the lid. Dana laughed at what she saw inside, and it was her turn to say, “What the hell, Penny?”

“These are from my college days,” Penny said, digging around in the box, “and this is probably more your speed. That is, if you are sure you want to do this.”

Dana took the much smaller, pale blue dildo from Penny. It was about the size of her vibrator, so she thought it should be okay. It definitely wasn’t as intimidating as the one she’d bought.

“Will it work with the harness?” Dana asked.

“Should,” Penny said, then smiled and held up something else, “I have that covered, too, if it doesn’t.”

“Wow,” Dana said, laughing, “what else do you have in there?”

“Let’s see how this goes,” Penny said, closing the box, “then we’ll worry about what other toys I have in here.”

Penny picked up the harness Dana had bought off Amazon, undid the retaining straps and pulled the dildo out. She slipped the pale blue one in and secured the straps, again. Showing it to Dana, she said, “Stand up.”

Dana got to her feet, and Penny had her hold the harness in place, while she tried to fasten the straps. Pulling it off, Penny said, “We will have to add some holes for you, but I think you’ll be able to wear it when it’s your turn.”

“My turn?” Dana asked, raising her eyebrows.

“You said it was my gift,” Penny said, smiling as she stood up, “that means I get to play with it first, right?”

“Um, sure,” Dana said.

“Now is your time to chicken out,” Penny said, smiling playfully at her, “if you let me put it on…”

“Put it on,” Dana said, handing Penny the harness, “I’ve been dying to try this thing out all week, and that was when I was a little scared of the dildo.”

Laughing, Penny said, “That thing is scary.”

“It didn’t look that big in the picture,” Dana said, blushing.

“God, I wish I was a fly on the wall when you were looking for a strap-on,” Penny said, laughing harder.

“Next time, I’ll let you help me pick something out,” Dana said.

Penny sobered up some, and she gave Dana a playful smile, said, “Next time?”

“Next time,” Dana said, smiling at her. She saw the idea intrigued Penny and her heart started beating faster when she thought Penny was thinking about ‘next time’.

“We’ll see about next time,” Penny said, then started slipping into the harness, “let’s see how today goes.”

“Okay,” Dana said, thinking Penny was already thinking about a new toy for them to play with.

Dana watched as Penny secured first one hip, then the other, adjusting the harness until she had it like she wanted. Just like that, Penny had sprouted a pale blue penis, about six inches in length and a little over an inch in diameter. With a mixture of apprehension and excitement, Dana wondered how it was going to feel inside of her.

As she moved back and Penny crawled onto the bed with her, Dana thought, This is really about to happen. Penny is going fuck me with that dildo.

She was wrong, though. Penny moved between her legs, spreading them wide, then lowered her mouth to Dana’s bud. The caress of her tongue drew a moan to Dana’s lips, then another. Dana wondered what Penny was up to, but trusted the woman enough not to ask. She was sure Penny knew what she was doing.

Besides, what Penny was doing to her felt amazing. The last thing she wanted to do was to tell the woman to stop. Dana put a hand on the back of her stepmother’s head so that she couldn’t getaway. Penny rolled her eyes up at Dana, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she drove Dana crazy with her able tongue.

When Penny slipped a finger into her mouth, and it came out glistening with saliva, Dana realized what was happening. She accepted the finger without pain, moaning as it slipped deep into her slick sex. Her back arched as Penny found her g-spot, intense pleasure washing through her young body as Penny teased it.

Dana gasped as a second finger joined the first, moving slowly in and out of her. Penny’s mouth returned to her bud, the hot, wet flick of her tongue and the thrusts of her fingers making Dana cry out in enjoyment.

No wonder Penny came so hard when I did this to her, Dana thought, feeling the first stirrings of an orgasm. Her fingers tightened in Penny’s hair as the woman pushed her closer and closer to coming. Her eyes squeezed shut as her body exploded with pleasure and shook through her climax like someone pitching a fit.

Penny leaned in to give Dana a slow, lingering kiss. Distracted by the kiss, Dana didn’t notice Penny moving until she felt the rubber tip of the dildo press against the opening to her vagina. Breaking the kiss, she saw Penny was now on her knees between her thighs. Penny met her eyes and, when Dana nodded, pushed her hips slowly forward.

Dana’s body stretched to take the dildo in, and it bit deep, much deeper than Penny’s fingers. Still sensitive from coming so soon ago, she moaned thickly feeling it inside of her. Penny hesitated, not moving as she gave Dana a questioning look. Dana bit her lip and nodded, again. Penny’s second thrust felt even better than the first and the third better than that one. Each time the dildo moved inside of her, it forced a little cry of pleasure from her.

“That feels so good,” Dana moaned, her fingers digging into her covers.

Penny kept it nice and slow until Dana was ready for more, then let her pace increase. Her stepmother leaned forward, putting her weight on her arms, so she could let her stroke open up. Each long thrust was a sweet torture on Dana’s young pussy, too much for her to stand. She thought she was going to come already.

Dana gasped as Penny eased out of her and patted her on the outer thigh, said, “Get up.”

Realizing what Penny wanted, Dana got to her hands and knees. As Penny moved behind her, Dana looked over her shoulder at her stepmother. One hand on Dana’s hip and the other guiding the dildo, Penny entered Dana, again. Dana gasped as the rubber penis rubbed against her insides a different way, the change of angle making a huge difference.

The shift in position delayed her orgasm but didn’t completely alleviate the tension in her young body. Still, Penny kept her pace slow, teasing Dana right at the edge of coming.

Coming to a stop, Penny put her hand between Dana’s shoulder blades, gently pushing down. Dana put her cheek on her folded arms, looking back at her ass up in the air. Penny’s first thrust made her cry out as it hit just the right spot. The next one made her cry out again, and she decided she liked this position best.

So far, Dana amended, thinking there were a whole lot of positions she hasn’t experienced yet.

Penny leaned forward, her arm snaking around and down until her fingers found Dana’s tender bud. As Penny rocked her hips back and forth, she massaged Dana’s clit. The one-two punch of pleasure did Dana in, and she felt the orgasm Penny had been teasing her with come alive inside. This time Penny didn’t hold her back from it, let the orgasm have its way. Slow and easy thrusts of Penny’s hips made Dana gasp and kept the lovely sensations rolling through her.

Easing out of Dana, Penny ran her hands down Dana’s back, onto her shoulders. She pulled Dana to her knees, embracing her from behind. Dana sighed as Penny kissed her neck, her shoulder. She turned until she was facing Penny, kissed her deeply. As she moved into Penny’s arm, she felt something poking her in the hip, belatedly remembering the dildo.

Penny smiled at her, said, “I guess you were ready.”

“I guess so,” Dana said, laughing.

“I’d ask how you liked it, but…” Penny said, her smile widening.

“It was… well, you saw how it was,” Dana said.

“I did,” Penny said, kissing her.

“Does that mean it’s my turn to play with our new toy?” Dana asked.

“We’ll have to add some new holes. You’re a little too skinny,” Penny said.

“Well, yeah,” Dana said, laughing.

“Good news is,” Penny said, winking, “you’ll be able to grow into it.”

“Think I’m going to need it in the future, huh?” Dana asked, playfully.

“Don’t you?” Penny asked, with a look that made Dana forget to breathe for a few seconds.

“Yeah,” Dana said, her heart racing.

“Come on,” Penny said, getting off the bed, “let’s go put some holes in this.”

They didn’t bother with robes, walking downstairs in their Columbus Day outfits. Dana couldn’t help but think today would be a bad day for her dad to come home early as she followed Penny into the kitchen.

From the junk drawer, Penny pulled a pair of pointy scissors and a marker. With Dana’s help, Penny held the harness in place, making marks with the marker where the new holes needed to be. When she had both hips marked, she took the harness to the center island, used the scissors to poke a starter hole in each side. Going back to the junk drawer, she found a screwdriver, which she used to widen the holes she had made in the leather.

After examining her handiwork, Penny held the harness out to Dana, smiled, and said, “Try it on.”

Getting into the thing turned out to be trickier than it looked and Dana looked at Penny for guidance. Penny laughed and showed her how to fasten one leg, then slip into it. Feeling kind of dumb, Dana managed to get the other side secured. It seemed to fit right, but she had no way of knowing if that were the case. Again, she looked to Penny for guidance.

Stepping close, Penny checked the fit, then smiled at Dana, “Congratulations. You are officially strapped into a strap-on.”

Dana looked down at herself and had to laugh, “All right, this is just weird.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, smiling.

Bouncing on her heels, Dana shook her head at the comical swinging of the dildo.

“You ready to go back upstairs and give it a test run?” Penny asked.

“Um, yeah,” Dana said. She followed Penny upstairs, walking a little funny because the bob of the dildo was distracting. She finally had to grab it to keep it from swinging. Dana wondered if she looked as goofy as she felt.

In Dana’s room again, Penny urged Dana to stretch out on her back. Propped up on her elbows, Dana watched as Penny straddled her hips, then lowered onto the jutting dildo. With her hand, Penny guided it home, sinking onto it until it disappeared inside of her. Stooping, Penny gave Dana a quick but heated kiss. Straightening back up, Penny moved up and down on the dildo, moaning each time the dildo bit deep.

Dana’s eyes widened as Penny’s every movement translated through the strap-on to her, rubbing against her bud deliciously. It didn’t feel as good as being on the other end of the harness, but it still felt much better than she had expected.

Seeing Dana’s reaction, Penny said around a moan, “This harness is nice, but some of them have a vibrating egg or a second dildo, so the wearer gets more out of it.”

“This is why you’re helping me pick out the next sex toy I buy,” Dana said, smiling playfully.

“Sounds like a plan,” Penny said, leaning in for a kiss.

I think she means that, Dana thought, her heart racing. It wasn’t so much the additional sex toys that had her heart beating a mile a minute but the implied more time spent together like this, all tangled up on Dana’s bed. Clothing optional.

Penny distracted Dana from her thoughts, by urging her to sit up. Without easing off the dildo, Penny poked her long legs out behind Dana, sitting on Dana’s lap facing her. Penny showed Dana how to cross her legs Indian style and sat in the hollow of her legs. Smiling, Penny wrapped her arms around Dana’s neck as she began to roll her hips into the dildo.

“This is my favorite position,” Penny said, kissing Dana, “it’s very intimate. You can look your partner in the eyes, creating this connection.”

Dana saw what Penny was talking about and it was indeed very personal. It was kind of sexy, seeing Penny’s eyes widen just a little bit every time the dildo moved inside of her. She could almost feel the pleasure the woman was experiencing. It was sharing on a whole other level. Leaning in, she gave Penny a tender kiss.

As a writer, it was a moment she’d never forget, would have to figure out a way to put it in one of her stories. If she could convey that connection in words, if she could make the readers feel like she did looking into Penny’s eyes and seeing the woman’s desire, her pleasure in them, then she would have the hottest story she’d ever written.

Finding those words would have to wait, though. Her very beautiful and sexy stepmother was a distraction sitting on her lap. Smiling, Dana found another reason to like this position as her hands came up to cup Penny’s breasts.

Penny’s hips were rolling against the dildo faster, her little cries of enjoyment getting louder. Penny buried her face in Dana’s neck, her fingers digging into Dana’s shoulders. Dana didn’t need to look into Penny’s eyes to know the woman was rocking her way towards an orgasm. With her hands on Penny’s buttocks, she helped the woman really ride the dildo. Penny’s grip on her shoulder was almost painful as she started to come, but Dana hardly noticed. As Penny’s body began to lose its grace, Dana pushed her hips up into the woman, finishing her off. With her cry of ecstasy muffled against Dana’s neck, Penny came hard, trembling as she clung to Dana.

Eventually, Penny pulled back, smiling at Dana. It was a slightly dazed smile, and Dana laughed, kissed her.

Penny glanced at Dana’s alarm clock, laughed and said, “Jesus! It’s not even ten o’clock yet.”

“We still have a long time to spend together,” Dana said, smiling at her stepmother.

Laughing, Penny kissed her said, “I’m not as young as you. We need to pace ourselves.”

“So you keep saying,” Dana said, amused.

Shaking her head, Penny said, “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”

***

“The water feels amazing.”

Dana had to agree, leaning back into Penny.

Their desire finally sated, they had gone downstairs for something to eat. Dana had been surprised just how hungry she was, the pancakes from breakfast long since burned off in their passionate lovemaking. They talked about story ideas as they ate and Penny came up with the idea of doing a co-authored story, one with dual narratives — Dana would pen the girl’s side of the story, Penny the adult’s. By the time they finished eating, Dana was getting excited about the project, thought it would fun to tell a story from two different points of view.

After eating, they had decided on taking a bath together. That was where they were now, Penny sitting at the back of the tub with Dana between her legs. They had turned out the lights and lit a couple of candles. A bottle of wine sat on the closed toilet lid, and they each had a glass.

“To the best Columbus Day ever,” Penny said, holding up her glass.

Smiling, Dana clinked her glass to Penny’s, said, “The best Columbus Day ever.”

Dana took a sip of the burgundy-colored liquid in her glass and thought, I think I’m starting to like the taste of wine.

Penny kissed Dana’s neck, said, “So, Thanksgiving is coming up next month.”

Laughing, Dana asked, “Already making plans for that four day weekend?”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait that long,” Penny said.

Dana smiled, getting the feeling that Penny would be back in her bed before there was a turkey on the table. Somehow, some way…

On to Chapter Nine!

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Companion Hotel, Room 319, Part One

  • Posted on October 2, 2019 at 3:07 pm

by A Minor Paragon

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2016 }

Walking in from the sunny parking lot, the cool air of the hotel raised goosebumps on the bare skin of the two people entering the lobby, making them shiver a little. The taller of the two had eyes that darted around nervously, coming to rest on the woman behind the counter that she reluctantly stepped up to, dropping her suitcase in front of it. The shorter looked around with far more interest, taking in the lush furniture and public access PCs that made the waiting area of the front entrance so inviting.

Fancy, she thought.

“Welcome to the Companion Hotel,” said the woman behind the desk, looking the two over. “How can I help you today?”

“I’d like to… book a room? For tonight,” was the hesitant reply, and the receptionist could see why.

“There is a more traditional hotel just a couple of miles down the road,” she offered. “Are you sure this is where you would like to say? Our rooms are a bit more expensive than you might be used to.”

“I’ve read your website. I think this is where we need to be.”

“I see.” The receptionist paused for a moment. “You are aware of what goes on in this hotel?”

“The website was very clear. I don’t think I’ll be using your, er, services… but I’ll sign the forms and such just the same. Like I said, the website was very clear.”

The receptionist looked a little uncomfortable and fidgeted a bit, looking down. She raised her eyes back to the person she was speaking to. “It’s just we don’t get too many… perhaps it would be best if you spoke to the owner. Would you mind waiting for just a moment?”

The woman sighed. “I suppose that’s for the best.”

“I’m sorry about this, but you must realize that this isn’t the normal situation for us.”

“I do. I understand, honestly.”

The receptionist looked a bit relieved that this person didn’t seem to be in a mood to make much of a fuss. “If you’d like to have a seat over there,” she pointed to the couches set up to the right of the entrance doors, “she’ll be right out to see you.”

“Thank you.” The suitcase was picked up and lugged over to the chair indicated by the receptionist.

***

The phone in the office chimed softly, and Susan, the owner of the hotel, looked up from the spreadsheet she was working on to grab it. What? An interruption in the endless paperwork it takes to run this place? Say it isn’t so!

“Susan here,” she announced into the receiver.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but there’s someone who wants to book a room for tonight.”

A good-natured laugh burst forth from Susan’s lips. “We are still a hotel, right? The building didn’t become a pet store when I wasn’t looking?”

“It’s the, um, nature of the people that want to book the room.”

Susan began to get excited. “Is it aliens? Or time-traveling monks from the future who wish to shake the hand of the woman that began the Great Liberation that persists to the year eight thousand? Sentient flying dolphins? Don’t leave me in suspense, Jenni!”

Jenni whispered into the mouthpiece. “I think you’d better come up and see for yourself.”

That set Susan back. “Do I need to alert security?”

“It’s nothing like that. Please, just come and see.”

With a sigh, Susan murmured, “Very well, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Thank you.” Odd, she sounded quite relieved. What in the world is this about?

Susan saved her work and locked the machine, then went over to the elevator and took it up to the lobby. As she turned the corner she looked over at Jenni, who pointed toward the waiting area. Susan looked in that direction, and decided it was probably best that Jenni had called her up.

Sitting in one of the chairs was a woman, tapping one heel and looking a bit haunted, while a young girl nearby was jumping from one black tile on the floor to another without a care in the world. The woman was wearing jeans and a white short-sleeved top, with shoulder-length hair pulled back into a ponytail. A large watch adorned one wrist, and she was wearing sandals and a heart-shaped pendant around her neck.

The girl, by contrast, had the longest hair she’d ever seen on someone that young, and it was being flung about as she jumped from tile to tile. She was wearing sneakers, black shorts, and a purple sleeveless top. The woman’s hair was a light blonde, but hers was darker, and Susan could see it was wavy and thick. It reached past her cute little bottom, and Susan wondered how she managed not to get it caught on everything she happened to pass by.

She went over to the pair. “Hello there, I’m Susan,” she began, holding out a hand to the older woman. “I’m the owner, summoned forth from my dungeon lair like the proverbial genie, to make all your wishes come true.”

The woman stood up and shook it, and the girl skipped over to join them. “Nice to meet you.”

“Do you really own this whole place?” asked the girl. “It’s great!”

“Why thank you,” replied Susan. “But if I put you in charge, you wouldn’t think so highly of it. The paperwork, you wouldn’t believe it. But that’s not why you’re here. Or is it? Do you want to buy the place?”

“Uh, no,” said the older woman. “We’re here because… uh… well…”

Susan glanced over at the girl, who was beaming at her. Wow, what a cutie. Look at that smile, and that cute missing tooth! She has such faint eyebrows, that’s odd. But those sparkling eyes make up for it, and that dimple… Focus, Susan!

“I take it the situation is a bit complex?” she said.

“You might say that,” sighed the woman.

“Why don’t you come down to my office and explain it?” Susan offered, and the woman looked relieved.

“That would be great.”

“This way.”

The girl took her mother’s hand, the one that was not holding the suitcase, and Susan led them to the elevator.

“I’m Carolyn,” said the girl after the doors had closed.

“Oh, yes, and I’m… uh…” This woman seems to be having trouble remembering her own name.

“You don’t have to give me a name if you don’t want to. I’m not asking for your ID or anything. And the hotel does accept cash, no questions asked.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just, even in a place like this, I’m not sure…” She lapsed into silence.

The young girl made a face. “You worry too much, Mom!”

Well, at least she hasn’t grabbed this girl off the street, so that’s a bit of weight off my mind. Unless the girl was just told to call this woman ‘Mom.’ I can probably find that out later. “Well, until you’d like to tell me, I’ll just call you ‘Carolyn’s Mom’, if that’s okay?”

“You might be throwing me out in a minute, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it, Mom.”

The elevator doors swished open, and Susan led the two into her cramped office, offering them the only chairs in the room while she closed the door.

“So, unless the FBI has bugged this room again, it’s just us. What’s on your mind, Carolyn’s Mom?”

“Did they really bug your office?” Carolyn interrupted, eyes wide.

Susan laughed and waved her hands. “They better not have. No, that was just a joke.”

“Oh.” She seemed disappointed.

“I’m not sure how to say this,” her mom began. “I guess it’s just better to come right out with it. If you throw us out or whatever, you throw us out. The truth is, my daughter and I… we’ve, uh… been intimate with each other.”

“Just say we have sex, Mom. God!” Carolyn rolled her eyes. “She runs a hotel where people go to have sex with the maids, right?”

Carolyn’s mother flushed bright red, looking mortified. “Honey, you can’t just say stuff like that!”

“Sure you can, I just did.” She turned back to Susan. “Can I really do stuff with any of the maids here?”

Susan broke into a wide grin, both at the deeper shade of crimson her mother was now showing, and the question. “Indeed — when you’re older, at least. I want to change laws, but I can only change one at a time. I have to pick my battles. Why? Was there one you had your eye on already? Our website is fairly extensive in listing those that work here.”

The girl shrugged. “The receptionist was pretty cute. She isn’t a maid, but she’s the only one I’ve seen so far. I didn’t get into that part of the website.”

“Really? I work here.”

“Oh, yeah. Hmmm…” Carolyn looked Susan up and down, nodding. “Yeah, you look nice. Very nice.”

The woman released the girl’s hand and buried her face. “Carolyn!”

“What? Oh, Mom, she isn’t as good looking as you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Wait, the girl at the front desk, or me? She’s usually taken anyway,” explained Susan. “Working at the front counter, she gets a lot of offers. She usually has her pick of guests. Me, on the other hand… well, owning the place I pretty much get my pick too, now that I think about it.” She winked and Carolyn giggled.

“Cool. I want to work here when I grow up!”

The woman glared at her daughter. “You will not!”

“Why not, Mom?”

She sputtered a bit in reply.

Steering back to the topic at hand, Susan spoke. “Anyway, the subject at hand is the two of you. So you’ve had sex, eh?”

Her mother looked resigned. “A couple of months ago. My husband was away on business, and it was a very warm evening. I went to take a shower, to cool off. Suddenly the door opened and there was Carolyn, totally naked and coming into the room like it was nothing.”

“Actually, I was totally nervous,” the child admitted.

“So were you surprised?” Susan asked the girl’s mother, leaning forward a little.

“Uh, yes? Shocked is more like it. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked her.” She turned to the girl. “What was it you said?”

“Um, ‘I’m taking a shower with you,’ I think. I don’t really remember.”

“So… did you let her stay?”

She nodded. “I thought it was odd, but she slid the door open and got in with me. I washed her hair, I just love my little girl’s hair…” She idly trailed a hand through it.

“I love it too!” admitted Susan. “It must be inconvenient to wear it so long, but it looks lovely on you. So what happened then?”

“You really want to hear this?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Okay, I guess. After I washed Carolyn’s hair, I was going to wash the rest of her, too. So I reached for the washcloth, but she took it away from me and just said, ‘Use your hands, Mom.'”

“And you did?” Susan imagined this cute little girl, dripping wet with her hair all stuck together and dark from being washed, Mommy’s hands running up and down her slick body.

“God help me, I did. It was just such a surreal scene, I couldn’t even believe it was happening.”

“It felt really good,” Carolyn put in.

“I can imagine.”

“After that, we sat and dried her hair, and she took my hand as we headed to the bedroom. I figured she would head back to her own room, but when I tried to pull my hand away she just held it tighter.”

“I told her I wanted to sleep with her that night, and we both got into bed, still holding hands,” Carolyn explained. “Me and Mom were facing each other, and we were both still totally naked, and my heart was going a million miles an hour!”

“I didn’t know what to expect, but then she said, ‘I love you, Mom.’ Her voice was so soft. I told her I loved her too, and suddenly she was… was…”

“I kissed Mom,” Carolyn giggled, putting her hands over her mouth. “That really surprised her!”

The woman shook her head. “You have no idea. I thought she was just, you know, kissing me goodnight, but then she didn’t pull away and the kiss went on and on, and suddenly her tongue was in my mouth, and… well, let’s just say that things got more intense from there.”

“So you both had an amazing night of lovemaking, that’s what you’re saying.”

“I sure did!” agreed Carolyn. “It was exactly what I wanted. But Mom said we couldn’t ever do that again, and she wouldn’t talk about it the next day.”

“Well, it’s a big step for a mother to take, becoming lovers with her little girl,” admitted Susan. “What made you kiss her in the first place?”

“I love my mom,” the child explained as if it was that simple. “And I wanted to show her just how much. Kissing and stuff, that’s what her and Dad do all the time. Why can’t I do it with her, too?”

Susan couldn’t help but smile. “Because someone hundreds of years ago decided you shouldn’t.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Oh, probably. But that’s how it is.”

“So anyway, now you know,” the girl’s mother said. “The rest you can probably guess.”

“Maybe. You want to find her someone here to make love to? Satisfy her, and then she’ll stop pressuring you about it?”

“What? No! All she wants is to have sex with me again!”

“Yeah, I want to be Mom’s lover for always,” Carolyn said, a dreamy cast to her eyes. “But she says we can’t do stuff like that at home, so I made her bring me here!”

“She won’t let up for a moment,” the girl’s mother said with a sigh. “Finally, I just… gave in.”

“Oh!” Realization dawned on Susan’s face. “You thought that we might be okay with the idea of the two of you being lovers, given what goes on here.”

“Are you? Okay with it, I mean.”

Susan considered. “Maybe. I’m considering it.”

“How did you start this place, anyway?” asked Carolyn.

“That’s easily enough told. You know what prostitution is, right?”

“I think so…”

“It’s paying someone to have sex with you. Now, if I were a filmmaker I could pay two people to have sex with each other, film it, and that would be fine. But one person directly paying another? Oh, no, that’s bad.”

“More of that hundreds-of-years-ago stuff, I bet.”

“Exactly. So I thought, what about a place where people could go, have a great time, but still be legal? A hotel, I thought, but with a twist.”

Carolyn’s mother looked a bit interested, despite herself. “So you opened the Companion Hotel?”

“That’s right. Here, every employee from the maids to the chef knows they can be asked at any time to spend the night with a guest. And if respectfully asked, and they don’t have a prior claim, they’re expected to say yes. I’ve got an app and everything, so you can see my entire staff, schedule a ‘speed date’ to ‘ask them out,’ the whole ten yards. I always go the extra yard,” she added with a wink to Carolyn. The child giggled.

“Isn’t that a little dangerous?” the woman asked.

“Not really. I have two nurses and a full-time doctor on staff, and every employee must have monthly STD testing done. Even I do. The hotel provides protection at no cost, everyone is expected to use it, and I pay for any birth control methods chosen if their insurance doesn’t. The nurses hold regular safety workshops, and sex training workshops too!”

“Oh. But actually I meant, you know, someone being raped or something.”

“Oh, that kind of danger. Well, I employ a martial arts master to teach self-defense classes, too. I also have a security guard for each floor on regular patrol, listening for any kind of struggle. They’re authorized to open any door at any time to check up on people if they have a good reason to. It’s in the paperwork you have to sign to stay here, that you agree to that.”

“What does all that have to do with pr-prostitution?” asked Carolyn.

“That’s the beauty of the whole system! My employees are contractually obligated to refuse to accept anything, money, gifts, favors, whatever — for their ‘activities.’ But nothing says I can’t pay my employees whatever I want, so typical salaries are double that of the national average. Of course, that money has to come from someplace, so the rooms are more expensive too. It all works out.”

“So if one of your employees happens to ‘hook up’ with a guest after their shift is over, that’s their business, right?” asked the mother.

“Exactly. I can’t do anything about that,” Susan answered with a grin.

“And if it happens over and over…”

“I can’t help how beautiful some people are. I hired a lot of sexually magnetic women, you can’t sue me for that.”

“Wow, you’re so smart!” Carolyn gushed, looking impressed. “That sounds like a great idea!”

“Thanks. I hoped it would work out, and it did. This hotel is extremely popular. People come from all over the world to sample what we have to offer.”

“I have no doubt,” muttered Carolyn’s mom. “So… will you let us stay, or not?”

Susan weighed her options carefully. This woman seemed to be somewhat torn — both wishing for Susan to tell her to go away, and inviting her and Carolyn to stay for the night.

Finally. Susan decided that she needed a little more information. Turning to the mother, she said, “Would you mind waiting out in the hall for a moment? I want to ask your daughter a few things in private.”

The woman began to protest, but Carolyn shushed her. “It’s okay, Mom. It’s not like I can go anywhere,” she said, indicating the small office.

“Oh, all right,” the girl’s mother, sighed.

“You can wait right outside, it won’t take a moment.” Susan opened the door for her and the woman exited. Then Susan closed the door and as quietly as she could, locked it.

The girl seemed a little nervous, and Susan held both her hands up. “It’s okay, Carolyn. I just have to ask you something. Do you want me to call security and have her removed?”

Carolyn seemed baffled. “What? Why?”

“Is this woman’s story true? You really are her daughter?”

“Of course I am, who else would I be?”

Susan shook her head. “I don’t know, I’m not a mind reader, am I? If you needed to get away from her for some reason, this would be the time to say so. I need to know before I let you both stay here.”

“It’s fine, I want to be here. I’m the one that found this place, so we could get naked and have a good time without worrying about Dad catching us, y’know, doing sex. That’s what Mom’s really scared of. She says even a regular hotel would be dangerous if someone heard us and called the cops. I figured here with the door closed, no one would know how old I was.”

Susan sat down across from the little girl and looked her in the eye. Taking Carolyn’s hands, she asked her, “You’re not being forced to say that, then. Your mother hasn’t hurt you, or bullied you into saying these things? Threatened you somehow?”

“No, nothing like that. I adore her!”

“And you started this? That first night you had sex, she didn’t force you into it?”

Carolyn shook her head. “I started it — in the shower as I said. She started touching me and it felt really good, I didn’t want her to stop. That’s why I followed her into bed, and we were so close and she felt so warm… I just had to kiss her.” She blushed and looked down, but then met Susan’s eyes again, smiling. “And then, I didn’t want to stop!”

She seems sincere, at least. “I had to ask.”

Carolyn sighed. “I know. It’s so, so stupid. Can’t I just love Mom the way I want?”

“Society says… no. First, because you’re underage, second because you’re not supposed to have sex with your own mother. Luckily, you came to see me, and I’m only one woman, not society at large.”

“So… can we stay?” Carolyn’s face lit up again.

Susan looked the girl up and down, pondering the situation. I guess as long as she really does want this, there’s no real harm in it. And they’ve already had sex once, so the “damage,” whatever that means, has already been done.

“Probably,” she said at last. “Now let’s let your mother back in, before she gets worried.”

“Oh thank you, thank you!” Carolyn cried, throwing her arms around Susan in a hug. Her heart throbbing, Susan returned the child’s embrace. Oh my, I could get used to this…

When she let go, Susan hastened to unlock the door and let her mother back inside. Carolyn was bouncing with excitement, and her mother gave the girl a quizzical look.

“She said we could probably stay!”

“Probably?” she asked, looking over at Susan.

“There is one itty bitty concession you have to make.” She did an impression of a certain half-woman, half-octopus. “Really just a token, merely a trifle!”

“That’s from The Little Mermaid!” chirped Carolyn.

“That movie came out before you were born… how did you know that?” Susan said.

“So? I’ve only watched it, like, a dozen times.”

“Me too,” admitted Susan with a shrug. “That Ariel, she’s a real cutie, am I right?” Carolyn grinned at her.

“What concession?” demanded the girl’s mother.

“Welllll,” she drew out, “Carolyn here insists this is all exactly as described. She’s just a normal girl, with a normal life, who happens to want to have sex with her mom. I’m inclined to believe her. But, as they say, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. You can stay, but to make sure everything stays all ponies and rainbows, I’m going to have to include myself in your activities.” She shook her head in mock resignation. “It’s the only way I can be sure that the sex really is consensual, like your daughter claims. I mean unless you’ll let me film it.”

“What?” Carolyn’s mom gasped, her hands flying over her mouth. “You want to what?”

“I want you both,” Susan said with a grin, pointing at them. “More your daughter than you, I’ve had women before. Someone this young, though… that’s going to be a new experience. Owning this place, I’ve been in the beds of all sorts of people. Young, old, men, women. Each with their own story, each with their own reasons for being here. But a girl this young, and with her mother along for the ride? When will I ever get another chance like this?”

“But… but…” Carolyn’s mother sputtered. “Another woman? I mean, I’m married!”

“What’s that?” Susan cupped a hand over her ear. “I’m hearing the voices of people hundreds of years dead again. You’re asking me to allow you to have sex with someone outside your marriage. You aren’t married to your daughter, after all. Why would adding me to the mix be any different? And you’re daughter’s a woman, so I know that part doesn’t totally turn you off.”

The woman sat down with a thump. “I just… I don’t know.”

“What about you?” Susan asked Carolyn. “This is, after all, your show.”

“Gee, I don’t know either. I mean, I just wanted my mom. But I suppose having you there wouldn’t be that much more weird, right? And you are pretty hot.”

“As long as you’ll both think it over. I’ll tell you what; take a couple of hours to consider, I don’t need an answer right this second, and you guys have all night to play. You’re not jumping into bed with each other at this hour of the day. I’ll get you a room so you can put your luggage away, and you can enjoy the pool, or play some video games in the arcade. Whatever. Have dinner brought to your room and I’ll be the one to deliver it. You can give me your final decision then. We eat, and if I can stay, we can all sleep in one bed.” She leaned over to Carolyn and whispered, “They’re very comfortable!” She straightened up again. “If not, well, you get to stay in the finest hotel in the area, have some great food because I hire the best, but you sleep apart. I’ll even make the offer more attractive. You can stay on the house if I get to spend the night with you both. How does that sound?”

The mother frowned. “A little like blackmail?”

“Huh? Blackmail would be me filming you both without you knowing, and then demanding money after you left to keep me from calling the police. I’m going to be there with you, after all — I can’t blackmail myself. I’m just letting you stay in my hotel free of charge, for absolutely no reason. Maybe you’re our ten-thousandth guest or something. I don’t know.”

“I guess if it’s the only way…” Carolyn’s mother began, looking over at her daughter.

“We can talk about it, Mom — but for now, which way to the pool?”

I bet all that hair looks gorgeous floating in a cloud around her head underwater. Susan stood. “Let me get you both a keycard first.” She programmed two cards, handing them over to the pair. “You’re in room 319, and the card will open a locker for you to put your clothes in. As a note, the pool is no swimsuits allowed. It’s pretty quiet at this time of day, though. I hope that’s okay?”

The woman slowly stood. “There aren’t going to be people… having sex in the pool, are there?”

Susan shook her head. “The rules are posted everywhere. No intimate contact outside of rooms, especially in the pool.” She winked at Carolyn again. “Unless it’s reserved for that, after hours.” At that, Carolyn had a wicked little smile on her face.

But the girl’s mother was more practical, looking at the card. “If the card opens the locker, and we have to be naked, where do we put the card? Just leave it with a towel and hope someone doesn’t walk off with it?”

“This is an upscale hotel, you know,” Susan said with mock outrage. “The locker takes the card and your picture. When you come back, it takes your picture again. If they match, you get the card and your things back. That way, you don’t have to carry anything. You can pick up a towel at the pool when you’re ready to dry off. You don’t need to bring one along.”

“Cool,” said Carolyn.

“I guess if it works.”

“It was a custom solution. I employ some tech people to maintain the website, and the network around here, and whatever else I need them to do.”

“Just how expensive are the rooms here?”

Susan laughed. “If you have to ask…”

The woman nodded. “You can’t afford it. I get it. Is there a guard at the pool?”

“There’s a lifeguard. Don’t worry, she takes martial arts too. The men won’t bother you, beyond polite conversation anyway. Not unless they want to get reported and thrown out.”

The woman looked at her daughter. “I suppose you’ll find out what they look like sooner or later.”

“What, guys? Mom, I already know.” She laughed. “What do you think the internet is for?”

“Oh, God!” The girl’s mother colored again.

So Susan sent the two lovers on their way, with a promise that she would see them later. As the elevator doors began to close, Carolyn gave Susan a big smile and a little wave, and Susan waved back.

With that, she went off to do a few things, like assigning herself to be the “maid” for that room, so she would be notified when they called room service. She also reassigned the regular person, and entered the room as occupied in the system so it didn’t get double booked.

My, oh my, Susan thought, unable to keep from grinning. I’m in for one amazing night!

Check in to Part Two!

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Passion Hidden, Passion Realized, Part Two

  • Posted on September 28, 2019 at 2:33 pm

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As she put on her new bathing suit the next morning, Julia tried to purge the thoughts she had been having of other women — particularly her daughter — from her mind, though without very much success. As Julia reached for a beach towel, Ellen knocked on her mother’s door.

“Mum, are you awake? It’s 7 o’clock.”

“I’m almost ready,” Julia replied. Soon she emerged dressed in her bathrobe, towel in hand. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Despite her concern about that strange dream, Julia felt terrific and was looking forward to a morning swim. Somehow, though, she sensed an uneasiness in Ellen as they walked down to the beach. She peered at her daughter. “Are you all right this morning, dear?”

Unable to look her mother in the eye, Ellen replied, “I’m fine, Mum… just a little hungover, that’s all.”

But the truth was that every time she looked at her mother, she was picturing her in that wonderful blue teddy… if not completely naked. Ellen shook her head to clear it, hoping that diving into the cold clear water of the sea would bring her to her senses.

As soon as they arrived at the beach, Ellen dropped her towel, took off her t-shirt and shorts to reveal her daring bikini, then raced into the surf. The ocean was indeed very cold, but to her, it felt terrific. A keen swimmer, Ellen felt very much at home in the water. It had been the main reason she had moved to Barwon Heads… to be close to the sea.

As she glided through the water, the memories of last night’s fantasy seemed to fade a bit. She was already feeling more relaxed as she called out to her mother on the shore. “Come on in, Mum. The water is perfect.”

Ellen watched as her mother shrugged out of her robe… and her heartbeat began to accelerate. Julia was wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit that was so form-fitting that it looked like she was still wearing the blue teddy. Ellen felt herself growing lightheaded, overcome by Julia’s mature beauty.

There was no way she could deny the truth any longer — she was sexually excited by her mother.

Ellen stood transfixed in the surf as Julia made her way down to the water. She had never been so turned on in her life.

When Julia got to the water’s edge, she noticed that Ellen was just standing still, gazing at her as if hypnotised. A shiver ran through the older woman’s body as she once more sensed the desire emanating from her daughter.

Too, she couldn’t help but notice how very sexy Ellen looked in her barely-there bikini. Her daughter’s breasts looked positively luscious in the skimpy top she wore. Luscious, Julia thought. Now, why did that word pop into my head?

Julia could not believe this was happening. She quickly dove into the water, and the sudden shock of the cold seemed to clear her mind. She stood in the surf and shook out her wet hair, trying not to look at Ellen, hoping the moment would pass.

For ten minutes the two women swam and splashed about in the water, making little or no conversation. Finally, Ellen said softly, “We’d better get going now, Mom, or I’ll be late for work.” Silently, both women dressed and walked back to the house.

Over breakfast, Ellen hesitantly suggested that they might get a video tonight and finish off some of the leftover wine from the night before. Julia agreed, thinking a good film might help to lighten the atmosphere.

After Ellen left for work, Julia climbed in her car and went for a drive along the coast. It was a beautiful, scenic drive on the Great Ocean road. However, as much as she enjoyed the view, Julia couldn’t stop thinking about Ellen… and the fierce need she had seen in her daughter’s eyes on the beach this morning. But she remembered something else as well… the sudden excitement she herself had felt last night when her daughter had helped her with that blue teddy. Shit… she thought, what on earth is happening to us?

For the past six months, she had been depressed and alone since Mitch had left. Two days after arriving here she felt appreciated and confident. But the problem was that the only people who seemed to appreciate her were all women. And the person who seemed most attracted to her was… her own daughter! And she had to admit, to herself at least, that she was feeling desire for Ellen. How could this have happened, and how can I stop it? she thought. And do I — do I even want to?

Meanwhile, sitting in her office, Ellen was no less confused. She had long been curious about sex with another woman, but had never had the courage to try it out, nor had she met a woman that she really wanted for a lover. Now she had found a woman that she desperately wanted to make love to… the one woman in the world she could never have. She sighed.

Julia could barely concentrate as she drove home. When she arrived back at the cottage, she sat down on the sofa, furrowing her brow in thought.

This… this thing between her and Ellen… she knew that something had to be done about it. Even if her daughter didn’t want to talk, Julia was determined that she would bring this situation out into the open. She would sit Ellen down, take her hand, look her straight in the eye and tell her daughter that she knew what she had been thinking about… and that it could never happen. Ellen was her child, and she loved her with all her heart, but there could never be a physical relationship between them. It was wrong — simple as that.

As Julia sat there going over the conversation that she intended to have with her daughter, though, it began to feel like she was not just having to convince Ellen, but herself. There was no denying it — the more she thought about making love to Ellen, the more appealing it seemed. If her daughter did try something, would she have the will to resist?

By now Julia was feeling very hot and flustered, her entire body tingling in arousal. Her hand slowly stole beneath her skirt. Just the thought of Ellen in the lingerie she had worn at the party last night had Julia moist between her legs. She slipped her hand into her panties and began to tease her clitoris with the tips of her fingers. It felt incredible.

Too often in the past, Julia had denied herself pleasure. All those lonely nights when Mitch worked late, the interstate conferences and then the affair. Over the last five years of their marriage, Julia and her ex-husband had been lucky to make love once a month. It wasn’t until now that Julia had realized how desperate her need for love was. Her daughter Ellen had awakened that hunger.

She slid two fingers into her aching pussy and began pumping them in and out. As she masturbated, the idea of making love to Ellen somehow seemed like less of a bad thing. In fact, the thought of them being sexually intimate was beginning to feel almost… inviting.

She palmed her breasts with her free hand, thinking, Would it really be so wrong? We love each other more than anything… wouldn’t this just be taking our love a step further? She didn’t know… but as her lust soared higher, she found it harder to care. Maybe making love with her daughter was a sinful act, but in spite of that — or maybe because of it — the idea was too exciting for words.

“Ellen,” she whimpered, “God, I want you…”

She wanted her daughter, wanted her more than she could ever remember desiring anyone before… and if Ellen felt the same way, then to hell with convention — and to hell with the rest of the world. Oh, shit, she was coming…

Suddenly, as if a dam had burst, Julia had her first orgasm in months, her body shuddering with helpless pleasure. She continued to finger herself until she slumped back on the sofa in exhaustion. Her panties were soaking wet and she was out of breath, but she felt so relieved that she almost cried. Finally, she rose shakily, walked over to the window and looked down the road, once more lost in her thoughts. I can’t believe that I am even considering this, she mused.

Julia glanced at her watch. Ellen was due home soon and she needed to calm down. She decided on a hot shower to relax. Besides, she needed to change panties anyway. Whatever happens tonight, Julia reflected while in the shower, it’s going to be an interesting evening.

Ellen got home shortly after 5:00 PM, and Julia could see straight away that her daughter was a bundle of nerves. She kept avoiding her mother’s gaze and seemed to jump every time Julia talked to her. Seeing how jittery she was, Julia offered to make dinner as long as Ellen poured them both glasses of wine. Thankfully, the wine seemed to have a calming effect on the young woman.

They had a very pleasant dinner together. The tension that had been lurking in the air began to slowly melt away as they dined, sharing another glass of wine.

Ellen couldn’t help but marvel at her mother. On her way home, she had tried to envision all the different scenarios that might unfold between her mother and herself. She had feared that things were going to be awkward for the two of them that evening, much as she had felt on the beach with her mother that very morning. But instead, by simply being herself, Julia had managed to lighten the atmosphere.

Ellen decided that she really had to forget this obsession about her mother. It wouldn’t be easy, but she couldn’t risk spoiling their relationship. She sighed, her heart heavy. Oh, well, it was a crazy fantasy anyhow, she thought.

After dinner, while they were washing dishes, Ellen started making suggestions about watching a video that night. She’s not going to talk about this, Julia realized. What should I do, let it go or — should I…?

Suddenly Julia decided she had to act.

As Ellen put the last plate away, she said, “Why don’t you go relax in the lounge, honey… I’ll make us each a drink.”

“What about that movie?” queried Ellen.

“Well, that can wait… I want to talk to you about something,” Julia answered.

At this response, Ellen went slightly pale. She managed to murmur, “Okay,” before she went into the lounge.

Once she was alone, Julia took a couple of deep breaths. Oh well… here goes nothing, she thought to herself.

Ellen sat on her lounge suite, feeling uneasy. She tried to think of what on earth she could say if Julia had figured out her secret… how could she defend these incestuous cravings she felt for her own mother? She was so lost in thought that she did not hear her mother enter the lounge. Then, suddenly, she heard Julia clear her throat.

She looked up… and her mouth fell open. There, standing in front of her, was her mother Julia — dressed once more in that sexy blue teddy.

Julia could see a mix of excitement and disbelief on her daughter’s face. She smiled gently, looking into Ellen’s eyes as if to say Yes, darling… this really is happening.

For what seemed like an eternity they both remained still… Ellen sitting on the couch, Julia standing in front of her. Finally, Ellen managed to find her voice. “Mum, wow, does this mean…I mean, do you feel the same way… oh my God… wow,” she whispered.

Julia took Ellen’s hand in her own and gently drew her to her feet, then into her arms. As they embraced, Julia noticed a single tear rolling down her daughter’s pale cheek. Julia brought her daughter’s face to hers… and their lips met in a soft kiss.

The kiss was gentle at first, their mouths brushing lightly together — but the newly awakened passion of mother and daughter was far too potent to be restrained for long. Julia’s lips parted, and suddenly the two women were kissing passionately… like lovers.

As their tongues slowly entwined around each other, they both felt a flood of desire to overcome them. It was as if the wall that held their mutual lust in check had finally collapsed, and they were free to become one.

Although she knew that what they were doing was wrong, Julia could not help herself. She had never been so aroused in her life. As she continued to French kiss Ellen, her hands began to explore the curves and planes of her beautiful daughter’s body. She began to fumble at the buttons of Ellen’s blouse, finally ripping the last button off the shirt, so intense was her desire to see more of her child.

Ellen was purring with pleasure, her feelings of shame forgotten, filled with nothing but love and desire for her mother. She returned Julia’s kisses with a fierce hunger for more while her hands caressed the shapely body under the smooth lacy fabric of the blue teddy.

Having removed Ellen’s blouse, Julia wasted no time in unfastening the buttons on her daughter’s skirt and letting it drop to the floor. She stood back to admire the lovely young woman before her, now clad only in her bra and panties. “Oh, Ellen, darling, you’re so beautiful,” she breathed. “I know that this is wrong, but I can’t help myself. I need you so very much.”

“Mum,” Ellen replied, “I want this as much as you do. I don’t care whether it’s right or wrong, I just need you to love me.”

“I will, darling,” cooed Julia. With that, she took her daughter by the hand to her bedroom.

As they embraced and kissed again, both women felt a wonderful sense of freedom come over them. They had been desperate to find love and passion in their lives… and now they had found it in each other’s arms.

Ellen slowly peeled off the blue teddy, revealing her mother’s ample and still firm breasts. Julia felt her nipples throb as Ellen dipped her head and took the pink tip into her warm mouth. “Oooh, my angel,” Julia gasped as Ellen began to suck on her nipple. “That feels so nice…”

Ellen teased Julia’s nipple with her teeth, almost bringing her mother to a climax right then. After a while, Ellen started to lick and suck at the other breast, enjoying the sensation of having her mother’s nipple in her mouth… nearly as much as Julia enjoyed having it sucked.

Finally, Ellen raised her face to Julia’s and kissed her hotly, then gently pushed her mother back on to the bed. “Just lie back, Mum… I’m only getting started,” she murmured, a wicked smile on her lips.

Once her mother was in position, Ellen pulled the teddy down from Julia’s waist, leaving her completely naked. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “you’re so beautiful.” Gently parting Julia’s thighs, She felt her mother’s sex. “My god, Mum!” she cried, “you’re soaking wet.”

“I know, darling,” Julia replied. “I’m all wet for you… I have never been so aroused in my life.”

Ellen barely heard her mother’s reply… she was transfixed at the sight of her glistening pussy. Slowly she lowered her head between Julia’s legs. She inhaled deeply, savoring the strong musky scent. And then, for the first time, she tasted her mother, her tongue emerging to lick at her labia. “Ohhh,” groaned Julia, “this is so wonderful, sweetheart… please don’t stop.”

Ellen had no intention of stopping… she was drunk on the wetness, the scent, the taste of her mother’s beautiful cunt. She pressed her face deeper into the glistening pink flesh, her tongue probing deep inside her new lover.

Julia was trembling helplessly as her pleasure spiraled ever higher. And when Ellen began to suck at her clit, she exploded into an orgasm it seemed might never end, crying wordlessly as shocks of purest ecstasy tore through her body. But Ellen continued to eat Julia’s pussy, so eager was she to make her mother happy. Finally, the older woman placed a shaking hand upon her daughter’s shoulder. “That’s… that’s enough, honey,” she gasped.

Flushed, breathing heavily, Julia lay back and stared up at the ceiling… her child lying next to her, dressed only in bra and panties, her smiling face propped up on an elbow. “Jesus,” she gasped, “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before.”

Ellen licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You taste wonderful, Mum,” she sighed happily.

“Do I?” Julia replied with a smile, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Wanna taste yourself?” said Ellen, lowering her face to Julia’s… and the two new lovers kissed passionately again. Julia could indeed taste her own cunt on Ellen’s mouth and just the thought of such a forbidden act almost brought her to a climax again. My God, she thought, I am a million miles away from the person I was just two days ago — and I love it. Breaking their embrace, Julia sat up. “Now, Ellen, my darling daughter… it’s my turn to pleasure you.”

“Oh, yes, please, Mummy,” Ellen replied, sounding more like a little girl than the young woman she was.

Julia moved forward to kiss Ellen again, at the same time reaching around her daughter’s back to unclasp her bra. “My, but you’re getting to be such a big girl,” she exclaimed as she exposed the young woman’s breasts. “You’re really growing up, angel.”

Both women were really enjoying this baby talk. It added to the wickedness of what they were doing.

“I wish mine could be as big as yours, Mummy,” said Ellen, holding her mother close… so close that their nipples were touching.

“Ooooh,” sighed Julia, “oh, honey, that feels lovely.” Ellen couldn’t agree more… and the two women continued rubbing their breasts together, mother and daughter both moaning in ecstasy.

Eventually, Ellen pulled away and begged Julia. “Please Mum, kiss my breasts… they’re aching for you.”

Julia didn’t need to be asked twice and slowly dipped her mouth down to Ellen’s chest. Taking one nipple in her mouth, Julia slowly moved her tongue around the pink tip, driving Ellen wild with delight.

“Oooohhhh… that feels wonderful, Mum. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Ellen asked, cradling her mother’s head to her.

“No, I must be a quick learner,” smiled Julia, loving the feel of her child’s soft skin against her face.

Ellen was unable to keep still as her mother continued to lick at her breasts, so powerful was the pleasure that she felt. Eventually, however, Julia began kissing her way down Ellen’s body until she reached her panties. Even as she began to remove them, Julia could see they were soaking wet.

As Julia gazed down upon the fleshy wonder of Ellen’s pussy, she caught sight of herself and her daughter in the full-length mirror on the nearby wardrobe. She had never tasted a woman in her life, and here she was… about to go down on her own daughter. The reflection of their nude bodies in the mirror should have shocked Julia, but instead she thought it was the sexiest, most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her heart swelling with love, she turned her attention once more to her child’s moist, fragrant sex.

Taking a deep breath, Julia lightly licked at her daughter’s clitoris. Ellen moaned in ecstasy. “Oh, yes, Mum, that’s beautiful. Oh, yes.”

Julia had never tasted anything so wonderful in her life. Ellen’s juices were really flowing and Julia knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She pressed her face into her daughter’s pubes, feasting on the moist flesh there. Within seconds the young woman’s body began to shake helplessly. Ellen’s hands gripped the sheets as she began to come.

“Ooohhh YEEESSS!” she cried. “Oh, GOD, yes! Eat my p-pussy, Mum…”

Julia drank deep from her daughter as if she was quenching the driest of thirsts, licking and sucking Ellen’s wet pussy until she sensed that the girl could take no more. Her oral attentions grew gentler, more soothing… finally placing a soft kiss on her daughter’s glistening labia before crawling up to lie next to her new lover.

Ellen laid back on the bed, breathing heavily, exhausted, flushed… but happier than she had ever been in her whole life. Her mother lay down beside her, nuzzling her cheek.

“Now you can find out how you taste, darling,” Julia said as she moved to kiss her daughter on the lips again.

Ellen tasted her own cunt on her mother’s lips. How decadent, how forbidden, how wrong… how utterly divine. The two lovers embraced, and then just lay there gazing contentedly into each other’s eyes. Julia, Ellen, Mother, Daughter — now lovers. After a while, they made love again until finally, exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning Ellen woke to find herself alone. She dragged herself out of bed and padded naked out to the kitchen. “Mum,” she called out, “where are you?”

When there was no reply she began to worry… but then she spied a note on the kitchen table. Ellen picked it up and read Ellen, I didn’t want to wake you, I have gone for a long walk and maybe a swim, will see you tonight after work. Love, Mum.

Ellen put the note down in a state of mild disbelief. They had just spent the night making the most beautiful — and forbidden — love together… and her mother hadn’t even waited around to talk about it.

Ellen was suddenly very frightened. What if her mother was already regretting what had happened between them? Tears began to form in her eyes and the delights of last night seemed to be forgotten as the fear of losing her mum’s sex overwhelmed her. After the intimacy they had shared, Ellen knew that she would never be happy without Julia as her lover.

Realizing she had to pull herself together, Ellen glanced at the clock on her microwave. The luminous readout said 8:36 a.m. That seemed to jolt her into action, as she was late for work. With no time to think, Ellen dashed off to get ready.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t concentrate on any of her work that day, her mind returning again and again to the night of passion she had spent with Julia. It had been the most wonderful, erotic, love-filled night of her life, but could it have been too much for her mother?

She called home, but there was no answer. Where is she? thought Ellen. And how does she feel now about what we did together?

Finally, Ellen could take it no longer. Shortly after 1:00 p.m., she told her boss that she wasn’t feeling very well and that she was going home to bed.

She hurried home as quickly as she could, hoping that her mother would be there. She didn’t know what she would say to her, but she just had to know how her mother felt about their lovemaking. In her heart, she knew what they had done was not wrong. How could it be, when it felt so right? She just prayed that Julia felt the same way.

Her heart was racing as she pulled into the driveway as she arrived home. Julia’s car was out front. Mum’s here, she thought. Thank God. She parked her own car and quickly entered the house

“Mum… are you here?” called Ellen hesitantly.

“I’m in the bathroom,” replied her mother, “I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

Ellen stood by the bathroom door. “Mum… we really need to talk,” she said in a small voice.

“Really?” asked Julia. “Is that why you’re home from work early?”

“Yes, Mum… I just couldn’t concentrate on anything, um, after last night… and then when you were gone this morning, well… I was worried that you were upset.”

Her mother’s voice came through the closed door. “Ellen, the only thing that I am upset about is you getting home so early. I didn’t have time to get ready.”

Ready? thought Ellen, ready for what? Oh my God, is she about to leave for home? And with that, she opened the bathroom door.

“Ellen!” said Julia, slightly startled, “you could at least knock. It’s the polite thing to do, you know.”

Ellen was too stunned to reply. There before her was her mother applying makeup on her face. She was also sporting a new hairdo and was wearing her emerald necklace… and not one stitch of clothing.

Julia smiled lovingly at her daughter. “I wanted to look my sexiest for you when you got home… lover.”

Ellen knelt before her beautiful mother, took her in her arms and kissed her mouth passionately. Her heart rejoiced… everything was going to be fine.

A month later, Julia sold her house, moving in with her daughter. Three years later, Ellen and Julia still live together as secret lovers.

The End

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