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Quality Time

  • Posted on August 13, 2019 at 1:56 pm

By JetBoy

My name is Kyra Johanson. I am a flaming redhead with hair that goes down to my ass, with generous breasts and legs that are firm and shapely. I am a single professional woman in my early twenties who lives alone.

Since I had little time for personal relationships short of occasional flings or one night stands, I’d come to rely on the assistance of sex toys to aid in my personal pleasure. That was about to change in a big way.

My story begins with a ringing telephone. It was Sunday, and I was enjoying a blissful day off. I’d just mixed myself a drink, and adorned it with an orange slice just before I plucked the phone from its cradle.

It was my mother Lori, in a most agitated state of mind.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Calm down… yes, yes, of course you and Trina can stay here.”

It seems that a gas main near my Mom’s property had developed severe structural issues, and the city ordered everyone who lived within a 200-yard radius of the damage was ordered to evacuate. I live in a spacious house with two extra bedrooms, so it was the logical place for Mom to stay until the gas main got repaired.

Phoning the office, I immediately set up a week-long vacation, so I could spend some quality time with Mom and my little sister Trina, who was fourteen and just about to start high school. I’d been feeling guilty about neglecting my family for work, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to put things right. My boss had been getting on my case about working too hard, so he was happy to grant my request.

It was August at the time, and I’d planned to work on my tan. This was the first chance I’d had to catch some rays for two weeks. Since I live in a fairly isolated area, I can sunbathe however I want, topless or even completely nude. That’s exactly what I was doing when I heard Mom’s car pull into my drive, later that afternoon. I’d already told her that I would be out back by the pool and to let themselves in, come through the house and enjoy what was left of the day with me.

When I heard the patio door open, I looked up and there stood my mother and sister, already in their swimsuits. I went over and gave her and Trina each a hug. We sat down on chaise lounges by the pool and I poured them both glasses of wine. Trina was too young to be drinking, but I didn’t think that one glass would do her any harm.

I sat back and relaxed, then frowned. “Don’t be so modest, you two. Lose those swimsuits, and let’s hang out in the altogether. We’re all girls here, right?”

By this point my sister had taken the initiative and was already naked, though Mom wasn’t far behind. I was a little surprised that they were so willing to strip, having figured that I’d have to convince them that we were safe from prying eyes.

Once Mom’s bikini bottoms hit the patio, Trina cried, “Last one in the water is a rotten egg!” and hurled herself into the pool. Exchanging grins, Mom and I hastened to follow.

After about a half hour of horseplay, I announced that I was going to go take a shower, then run out to the grocery store to lay in supplies for the weekend. “Anything special that you want, ladies?” They made a few requests, and I threw a list together before padding upstairs and into the master bathroom.

I took a quick shower, then got dressed, hopped in my car and drove to the supermarket, where I dropped a few hundred bucks on food and drink, including a few bottles of good wine. It felt so great to have Mom and Trina there — being in their presence for the first time in weeks only drove home how much I missed my family, and I was determined that we’d have the best weekend imaginable.

I had a few other stops I needed to make, so it took almost two hours before I got home. The sun had set and the house was mostly dark. The pool lights were still on, so I just figured Mom and Trina were swimming again. When I looked, though, the patio was deserted.

Maybe they went for a walk around the neighborhood or something, I decided. At any rate, I had a lot of things to put away, so I hauled the bags of groceries indoors, then set to unpacking them.

When I was nearly done, Trina came running down the stairs. “Hey, sis — need a hand?”

I couldn’t keep from grinning. That’s my baby sister for you — always shows up to help when the job’s practically done. “Oh, I’m nearly finished,” I said.

I was a bit surprised to see that all Trina had on was an oversized tank top. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin white fabric, so she might as well have gone stark naked. I also noticed that Trina’s pussy was baby-smooth. I was surprised — wasn’t she a little young to be shaving? — but figured it was none of my business.

A few minutes later, Mom came down. She was as scantily clad as my sister, wearing nothing but a pair of silk thong panties. For a woman in her forties, she looked great, her breasts surprisingly full and firm.

“Hi, Mom… say, where were you two?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Oh… we were just so worn out after taking our showers that we took a nap.”

When I carried the bags of bathroom stuff upstairs, I noticed something odd. The bed in Mom’s room was a mess, but Trina’s bed had her suitcase on it and was still made. Wait… they took a nap in the same bed? Come to think of it, neither of them looked like they’d been sleeping. What gives?

As I came downstairs, I caught a quick glimpse of Mom and Trina hugging. Nothing unusual about that, except that it seemed a little weird for a mother and daughter to hold one another like that when they were practically nude.

When I walked over to where they stood, Mom opened her arms, inviting me to join in their embrace. I stepped into her arms and we hugged tightly. I could feel her hard nipples against my breasts. She was rubbing my back; then her hands slipped down to cup my ass.

Whoa, now that was strange — why was Mom touching me there?

Embarrassed, I broke from the hug and turned away, heading back to the kitchen to put away the few items still remaining from the shopping trip. That was when Trina pouted at me, saying, “What about me, Kyra? Don’t I get a hug?”

Going back over to where she stood, I drew my little sister into my arms. As I hugged Trina, I felt her hands repeat Mom’s actions, moving down to cradle my bottom. What’s gotten into these two? I wondered. Why are they being so touchy-feely tonight? 

I didn’t say anything, though, not wanting to make a federal case out of their odd behavior. Maybe they opened another bottle of wine or something and got tipsy, I told myself.

Finally, I took a step back. Trina gazed at me and smiled. “Kyra, you are so beautiful. I mean, your boobs are perfect! Hope mine look that good someday.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “They will, sweetie, they will,” I replied, playfully mussing her golden blonde hair. “Just give it a couple years, you’ll be as stacked at me.”

With that, I leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, but at the last moment, Trina turned her head and kissed me right on the mouth. “Ha! Gotcha,” she squealed, clapping her hands.

“Yeah, you got me all right,” I said to her, reaching up to give her nipple a little tweak.

I expected her to jump away — like she always did when I did that to her back when we were kids. Instead, she made a little purring noise that sounded a lot like pleasure. “Mmmm, Kyra…” she sighed, “do that some more.”

I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. Suddenly I felt Mom’s hands circle my waist from behind. Once more I could feel her erect nipples through the thin top I wore, this time brushing my back.

“Why don’t you do as your sister asks, Kyra?” With that, she guided my hands up to Trina’s small, firm breasts.

Mom’s hands fell away from mine and, not knowing what else to do, I began to touch my little sister, who gave me a dreamy smile. “Oooohhh… I like that,” she cooed.

In the meantime, Mom had reached up under my top. Opening the front clasp of my bra with a flick, she began to fondle my tits, now and then pinching my nipples. I was completely taken aback — but I could also feel my pussy getting very wet.

Were they really coming on to me? I didn’t know what was happening or why, but by God, it was getting me hotter than asphalt in July.

Gazing deep into my eyes, Trina whispered, “Kiss me.”

Unable to resist, I drew close and pressed my mouth to hers. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but was firmly ensnared by my own lust, thrilled beyond measure by the sheer kinkiness of the moment. My beautiful mother and my sweet little sister wanted me — how could I say no?

Well, I could, but was surprised to realize that I didn’t want to. I’d never made love with another woman, and the idea of the first time being with Mom and Trina appealed to me enormously.

I finally broke my kiss with Trina and gasped. “Let’s go up to my room, and do this in bed.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mom purred. So up the stairs we went, stealing touches all the way.

When we got to my room, Trina removed her tank top, and Mom pushed her thong down her thighs and stepped out of it. I pulled my shirt off, then cast aside a black bra to reveal my bare breasts. Getting on her knees, Mom unsnapped my shorts and pulled them down, then Trina did the same with my panties, which were completely soaked. She handed them to Mom, who pressed them to her face and breathed deeply of my scent. That got me even hotter, if such a thing was possible.

Taking me by the waist again, Mom guided me to the bed and laid me on my back. Looking to my left, I saw that the door of my cabinet of sex toys was wide open. How had I forgotten to lock that? Now I knew what Trina and Mom had been doing earlier, and it wasn’t anything close to sleeping.

“Quite a collection you’ve got there,” said Mom.

“I like to make myself feel good,” I admitted. “How’d you find it?”

Trina snickered. “She was being nosy.”

“I figured you’d have a vibrator, at least,” Mom said, grinning. “But I found a whole lot more than that. Trina and I simply had to try out a few of your toys.”

This whole scenario was too much to wrap my head around. I couldn’t help but be curious, though. “So… you two really are lovers, then?”

“We are,” Mom said, wrapping an arm around my sister’s waist as Trina grinned and nodded. “I’m not one bit ashamed of it, either. Your little sister makes me happier than any man I’ve ever been with — and that definitely includes your father.”

“How — when did it happen?” I asked, still feeling light-headed.

“Nearly a year ago,” Mom replied. “It started one night when Trina came into the upstairs bathroom and saw me shaving my pussy. I suppose it turned her on–”

“Oh, it totally did!” Trina squealed. “I thought it looked really hot, too, so I asked Mom to shave me when she finished doing hers.”

“Not that she had very much to shave, mind you… but I was glad to do it, so now your baby sister is smooth as the day she was born. Well, by the time I was done, I was feeling incredibly aroused.”

“We both were,” Trina chimed in.

“I’ve been bisexual for as long as I can remember,” Mom continued, “and I’m especially turned on by young girls, though never one as young as Trina. But she was so beautiful in the nude, and shaving that pretty cunt of hers…” She shook her head in awe. “Anyhow, I could see that Trina was excited too, needing some kind of release — and by then, I was all too ready to give her what she wanted. So I got on my knees, said, ‘I’m gonna make you feel good now, honey,’ and went down on her, right there and then. Trina came in my mouth, and I drank every drop.”

Trina gave a blissful sigh. “It was the greatest! Oh, I’d made myself come before, but it was nothing like what Mom made me feel. Then she stood up — and when I looked into her eyes, oh my gosh, I thought I might melt into a puddle right there. And that… that was when Mom kissed me. Really kissed me.”

“That’s right,” Mom said. “By then, I knew I wanted more from her. Much more. So I kissed her, and she kissed me back, then we went upstairs.”

“I took Mom’s bathrobe off, so we were both bare naked. We got in her bed and made out for a while, then I asked if she’d show me how to lick her pussy. So she did, and it was awesome, and we’ve been lovers ever since!” Trina was now rooting around in my toy chest, and with a delighted squeal she stood up brandishing my favorite dildo. It was an eight-incher, a fire-engine red silicone cock. “Oh, wow! Can I fuck you with this, Kyra?”

“Absolutely,” I said, parting my legs.

“Well, as long as you’re lying down,” Mom said, kneeling next to my head, “why not have a taste of your mother’s pussy while Trina fucks you?”

I licked my lips. “Bring it on, Mom.”

She straddled my face, then lowered her cunt to my waiting mouth. Mmmm… I’m tasting the vagina that I came from. I began to lick inside my mother’s juicy crease as I felt Trina slide all eight inches of that lovely cock inside me.

My little sister fucked me with the dildo and sucked my clit while I ate my mother’s pussy, and Mom pinched and pulled at my nipples. That was wild, but it got even wilder when Trina lifted my legs up higher and began to lick my asshole. That was another first for me.

Mom leaned down to take my clitoris between her lips while Trina rimmed my anus, clumsily fucking me with the dildo as best she could. I shoved three fingers into Mom’s cunt just as I exploded in my own orgasm. She came seconds later, flooding my face with her nectar.

Mom and I were stretched out next to each other, sweaty and out of breath, when Trina spoke up and said, “Hey, what about me?”

Looking up at my little sister, I got an idea. “Hold on, Trina — I’ll be right back!” I exclaimed, and quickly bolted into the hallway.

A week earlier, I’d received a strap-on dildo with different sized heads by mistake in an order I’d placed with a mail-order sex shop. I hadn’t had the chance to return it yet. I went downstairs and retrieved it from where I’d left it, in a cardboard box next to my bookshelf.

When I came back into the bedroom, the strap-on was jutting proudly from my waist. Without a word, I crawled between my sister’s legs and spread them wide, then bent down and started licking her pussy to get it nice and wet. Mom just sat back and watched.

Trina’s cunt was juicy and delicious — I could have gone down on her all day long. But more than that, I wanted to fuck my baby sister.

From what dark place had it come from, this crazed lust I suddenly felt for the women in my own family? I had no idea, never knew this hunger lurked inside me. All I was certain of was that it cried to be let loose, like a dog kept too long on the leash.

I positioned myself between Trina’s parted thighs and placed the tip of my cock against her opening, took a deep breath and pressed forward, sliding the length of it into her cunt. I’d chosen the smallest of the different sizes for our first fuck — and it entered her easily, right up to the hilt.

My baby sister’s lips parted in a soundless gasp, a flash of color made itself known in her cheeks… and then she gave me a shaky smile. “Yeah, like that, Kyra. Fuck me.”

I’m still uncertain how I knew that Trina wasn’t a virgin, but somehow I did. Was it Mom who’d had her first? I loved that idea. Moving slowly at first, I began to fuck my baby sister.

I guess Mom wasn’t content to sit on the sidelines, so she straddled Trina’s face, lowering her shaved pussy to the open mouth of my fourteen-year-old sister, who immediately began to lick. Holy shit, what a perverted sight.

I noticed that Mom’s breasts were awfully close to my face, so I bent forward and took one of her plump nipples into my mouth, sucking it as if I was drawing sustenance from her all over again while I fucked Trina with smooth, steady strokes.

I could hear my mother moan, then whisper in my ear. “That’s it, sweetie… make love to your mama’s tits. God, that f-feels so good. Oh, Kyra, soon as your sister and I first got together, we — oh, oh, yes! — we were telling each other how — how much we wanted t-to fuck you, too. Oooooohhh… that’s why we came to stay here, instead of g-going to a hotel.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I must say, you, you made it awfully easy for us. When Trina and I came out and saw you, just sitting there without a s-stitch on… Oh, sweetie, you made us so fucking hot…”

I felt Trina’s body tense up under mine, and knew that she was about to come. I was getting close myself, since my strap-on had one of those pads on the base that stimulate the user’s clitoris.

Mom must have sensed that her daughters were soon going to get off in a big way, because she reached down and began to masturbate while Trina licked her.

I tried to keep going for as long as I could, but the fire inside me suddenly mounted into a roaring inferno, and I closed my eyes and allowed it to take me.

An instant later, all three of us began to come, our dripping bodies knotted together. Waves of white heat rolled through me as I cried out in ecstasy, accompanied by my mother and sister, then everything went black.

I recovered in a few seconds, and found myself lying next to Trina, who was nuzzling my face. As for Mom, she was sucking the cock that still protruded from my groin, purring contentedly. When she saw my eyes flutter open, Mom crawled over and gave me a deep tongue kiss, sharing the taste of my little sister’s pussy.

We lay together and swapped kisses for a while, then we started making love all over again. I licked Trina’s anus while fingering her to climax, then Mom and I rubbed our cunts together until we came. After that, the three of us shared a shower in the master bathroom, then shambled back to my bed and passed out.

These days I’m holding down the same job, only now I work from home. Mom sold her house, and now she and Trina live with me. We’re back together as a family, with one crucial difference: this is a family of lesbian lovers. Usually, we all sleep together in a king-sized bed, and fuck nearly every day.

One thing for sure… I don’t bother with casual pick-ups or one night stands, not anymore. I’ve got my mother and little sister to keep me warm at night.

The End

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Nudist Family, Part Three

  • Posted on August 11, 2019 at 2:39 pm

by Tiger Kitten

One evening, while Ana was working late, and the girls had the house to themselves, Lily was watching television on the couch in the living room when her naked sister ran into the room, waving something around excitedly. “What’s this?” she asked.

Lily studied it. She had never seen one before, but knew immediately what it was from talk at school. It was a pink latex dildo.

“Where did you get that?” she gasped.

“I found it in Mom’s dresser,” Piper explained innocently.

“Why were you looking in there?” Lily asked.

“I just wanted to see inside. What is this, Lily?”

“It’s called a dildo. It’s like a man’s penis, but made out of rubber. You’d better put it back.”

“So… you fuck yourself with one of these?” Piper asked, studying the toy.

Suddenly, Lily was struck by an idea. She smiled wickedly, then rose from the couch. She walked over to her kid sister and took her by the hand. “Why don’t we go upstairs… and you can use it on me?” she asked.

Seeing the gleam in Lily’s eye, Piper nodded eagerly. The two bounded up the stairs, hand in hand, and jumped on their shared bed.

Lily immediately scooted to the top of the mattress in a seated position and spread her legs apart to reveal her pussy, which her baby sister stared hungrily. Piper moved into position between her big sister’s legs, still holding the dildo.

“We have to get it slippery first, before you put it inside me,” Lily said. “Let’s lick it.”

She leaned forward and the two girls together licked the pink dildo until it was moist. Lily realized that, in all likelihood, they were licking something that had been inside their own mother’s pussy recently. She didn’t mind, either. In fact, that only made it more exciting.

Lily was a little surprised by how much she wanted to be fucked by Piper with their mother’s dildo… but after all, she hadn’t had a sexual thought about a boy since their days of nudity had begun. She had never before used the household computer to search for pornography, but now she found herself frequently spending her time browsing the internet for sexual material. When she did, it was always pictures of naked teenage girls, often having lesbian sex… or hot pictures of little girls, if she could find them. She’d recently discovered child modeling sites, and frequently masturbated to images of preteens in skimpy lingerie or bikinis, posed erotically like adults.

“Now put the dildo inside me,” she instructed Piper, lying back on the bed. “Do it slowly, though. It might hurt me if you go too fast.”

Piper, ever the obedient sister and dutiful lover, moved closer to her sister’s moist pussy. Sitting cross-legged, unabashedly exposing her own hairless vagina, Piper sat poised with the dildo in hand. She placed the tip between Lily’s labia and slowly pushed the head in. Lily moaned softly at the feeling. Piper continued, gently pushing the dildo inside her sister… farther than her fingers could reach, penetrating Lily deeper than ever before.

Lily was panting heavily, clutching the sheets in both fists as her sister slid the dildo all the way inside her to the hilt, filling her up. Her legs trembling, Lily looked up at the expectant face of her angelic baby sister, her heart swelling with love as she realized that no boy with a real penis could make her feel the way her sister made her feel with a latex one.

“Oh, yes,” Lily moaned, “oh. You’re d-doing great, sweetie… mmm, yes. Now… pull it about halfway out and, and then p-push it back in.”

“Like this?” Piper asked after completing the motion.

“Yes!” gasped Lily. “K-keep doing that.”

Piper obeyed, happily fucking her sister with the dildo, while Lily quickly fell into a rhythm matching that of her sister’s pumping arm, her body quickly becoming slick with sweat from her exertions. Her cunt was dripping wet, the thick juices of her desire trickling down into the crack of her ass.

At Lily’s urging, Piper began to work the dildo faster and faster until she was plunging it in and out of her sister’s pussy as fast as she could. Lily’s body rocked and heaved with each thrust. She held off as long as she could, wanting to savor the sensation of being fucked by her beautiful baby sister.

Suddenly, Lily cried out, throwing her head back as a raging orgasm ripped through her. She let out a loud, satisfied groan, and then immediately cried out again as a second orgasm hit. Piper squealed with delight as she continued to fuck her sister, her arm pumping rapidly. Finally, Lily slumped to one side, exhausted.

Piper withdrew the dildo from her sister and climbed onto Lily’s body. Lily wrapped her arms around Piper and kissed her fiercely. The little girl licked the side of the dildo, tasting the delicious essence of her sister’s pussy that she loved so much. Lily joined her, licking the dildo clean. Then the two girls kissed again.

“Is it my turn now?” Piper asked. “I want to try it.”

“No way, kiddo,” Lily gasped.

“Why not?” Piper demanded, pursing her lips.

“Because it’s too big for you, babe. It was almost too much for me! I know you want to see how it feels inside you, but it could really do you damage inside. I’m sorry, Piper, but you’re going to have to settle for my fingers until you’re old enough.”

“Fine,” Piper pouted.

But it didn’t take long for her mood to change. After all, they had plenty of time until their mother came home – time to play other naughty games. Lily fingered Piper’s pussy until the child squirmed in orgamic delight, then licked her bare slit and her butt crack until she came again. She finally had to admit to her big sister that she could wait a few years before using their mom’s dildo.

Other than the introduction of the sex toy into their games, nothing much was changed that night. Lily and Piper still had the same basic problem of how to conceal their relationship from their mother. It seemed almost impossible. Not only that, both girls felt extremely guilty about keeping such a big secret. After all, wasn’t their new lifestyle supposed to be about honesty? Now they were violating that principle, and both girls were unhappy about it.

In the end, it was Piper who came up with the solution.

“Why don’t we just tell Mommy?” she asked one night.

“Because she’ll make us stop,” Lily explained. “She might get really mad at us, too.”

“Why?”

“Because lots of people don’t think it’s right for two girls to be having sex with each other, especially two sisters… and especially girls as young as we are. We’re both underage, after all… and you’re still a little girl.”

“But… it’s Mom. She’ll understand, won’t she?”

“Maybe she will, maybe she won’t, Piper. We can’t take that risk. Not if we want to stay lovers.”

Piper thought about it. “Then what if we make love with her, too?”

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

“Well, she can’t be mad at us for being lovers if she has sex with us, right? Then we could all make love together… and she wouldn’t be upset.”

“Have sex with Mom?”

At first, it seemed utterly insane… then Lily thought it over. The notion hadn’t really occurred to her before but the more she thought about it, the interesting the idea seemed. Her mother was beautiful and desirable, and as much as she enjoyed making love to her baby sister, Lily also wanted to explore sex with an older woman. Most importantly, Lily loved Mom as much as she did Piper. This would give her a chance to express her feelings for her mother in a new and wonderful way, just as she had with her sister.

Lily smiled as she briefly wondered how she would have reacted to this notion mere months ago. She would have been repulsed and horrified at the thought. But Lily was no longer the same person she’d been. She had not only made love to another girl, but her own sister… and a ten-year-old child at that. She’d already gone so far and broken so many rules that the idea of making love to her mother didn’t even feel wrong. Indeed, it suddenly seemed like the hottest idea imaginable.

“You know what?” Lily finally said, turning to her sister, “I think it’s a great idea!”

Piper squealed with delight. “Cool! So… when should we do it?”

Lily grinned. “Tonight.” She stroked her chin. “I have an idea…”

The girls spent the next half hour plotting their seduction. They were so excited by the thought of making love to their mother that they were both hot and bothered again, but decided to save their sexual energy for later.

An hour or so later, Ana arrived home. Lily was on the couch, reading. Piper was in her room and in bed, pretending to be asleep.

“Did you girls have fun tonight?” Ana asked her daughter.

“Mmm-hmm,” replied Lily.

Ana yawned. “Well… I’m going to turn in. Goodnight, sweetie.”

Lily waited until her mother was up in her room before putting the book aside and walking into the kitchen. She filled a wine glass with her mother’s favorite pinot noir and carried it upstairs.

She knocked on the door and, when her mother told her to come in, she walked in, moved over to the bed and handed Ana the glass of wine. “Here, Mom… I thought this might help you relax,” she murmured.

Her mother only had the blankets drawn up to her waist, so her breasts were on full display. Lily glanced at them appreciatively, allowing her eyes to linger just a bit longer than normal.

“That’s so sweet of you, honey,” said her mother. “Want to snuggle with me?”

This was even better than Lily had expected. Without a word she climbed onto the bed and slipped beneath the blankets. She snuggled up against her mother, who slipped her arm around Lily’s shoulders. Ana sipped her glass of wine as the two relaxed together.

“How was work?” Lily asked.

“Oh, like always… stressful,” grimaced Ana, giving the response Lily was hoping for.

“Are your shoulders sore, Mom? Maybe I could give you a massage,” Lily suggested.

Ana smiled. “Sure, honey… that sounds wonderful.”

Lily crawled from under the blanket to kneel next to her mother. “Okay Mom, lie on your tummy.”

Ana extricated herself from the blankets and lay flat on her stomach with her arms folded beneath her head.

Heart pulsing steadily, Lily knelt beside her mother and began to gently rub the muscles in her back.

Ana was immediately surprised at how good a masseuse her daughter was, not knowing that Lily and Piper had been using massages as a preamble to lovemaking for a while now.

Lily worked on her mother’s back and shoulders for a while, until she was comfortable. Then she placed her hands upon her mother’s firm, but well-rounded ass and began to massage her there.

“Um… what are you doing, honey?” Ana asked, a bit startled.

“I’m massaging you, Mom. Your bottom gets sore too, right?”

“But…” Ana was about to protest, but then gave in. “Well… okay.”

Lily spent a long time rubbing her mother’s ass and the tops of her legs, teasing her with long, slow strokes of her fingertips that occasionally brushed Ana’s inner thighs. When her mom began to squirm slightly, Lily knew that her plan was working. She even thought she was able to detect the faint scent of her mother’s pussy.

In spite of herself, Ana couldn’t help but feel aroused as her daughter’s hands fondled her bottom. It had been far too long since she had made love, to a man or woman — and Lily’s touch couldn’t help but feel especially good. It was with some apprehension that she found herself growing moist between her thighs, and she tried to stay relaxed while hoping that Lily wouldn’t notice.

Then, just when she thought Lily was finished, the girl patted her ass and instructed her to roll over on to her back. Again, Ana began to protest, but once again her resolve failed. She loved being touched by affectionate hands, even if they were only those of her daughter…

Hesitantly, Ana rolled over, onto her back… and Lily quickly threw a leg over her mother’s waist. Now she was sitting on her mother’s pelvic region, facing her. Ana nearly gasped out loud at the sensation of her daughter’s warm, wet sex touching her skin, only a few inches above her own rapidly moistening vagina. My God… what’s going on here? she thought.

Lily started by rubbing her mother’s belly, but didn’t want to linger there when the real prize she sought was further up. As her hands caressed Ana’s tummy, the teen’s eyes lingered on her mother’s bare breasts. Ana studied her daughter’s face and swallowed, wondering how the sudden thought of her daughter touching her so intimately could excite and frighten her at the same time.

At last, Lily reached out and cupped one breast in each hand. Her heart racing frantically, Ana closed her eyes and sighed as her daughter began to fondle her.

Lily lavished attention on her mother’s breasts, feeling them, squeezing them, teasing her nipples to stiffness.

“How does that feel?” Lily whispered.

“H-heavenly,” her mother replied shakily.

“I’ll bet my mouth would feel even better…” Lily cooed, her eyes burning into Ana’s.

And as her mother gaped, the cute teen slowly lowered her face to Ana’s body, lips parting to take a taut nipple into her mouth.

A wave of sudden arousal hit Ana like a shockwave as her daughter sucked at the tip of her breast. “Honey,” she gasped. “We… we can’t…” 

Lily raised her face to her mother’s, transfixing Ana with an adoring gaze. “I love you, Mom,” she whispered. “Can I kiss you? Really kiss you?”

Ana was too stunned to speak… and before she could get out a word, Lily’s soft mouth was upon hers. She felt her naked daughter’s warm body pressing against her own as their lips slid moistly together… then Lily’s tongue slipped between Ana’s slightly parted lips in what could only be described as a lover’s kiss.

Ana’s head spun. This couldn’t be happening… her own daughter could not be coming on to her, it wasn’t right… but the trembling 36-year-old could not deny the sweetness of Lily’s mouth, or how good her daughter’s bare body felt against hers.

No. No. She had to stop this.

Ana pulled back, panting frantically, heart thumping against her ribs as she stared at her teenage girl. “Baby,” she gasped, “what… what are you doing?”

Lily smiled. “Showing you how much I love you, Mom.” Her hand crept up Ana’s body to touch her breast, her fingers brushing her mother’s nipples. “And… how much I want to love you…”

She gaped at her daughter. “B-but, honey… I’m your mother! We c-can’t do this!”

Lily’s eyes seemed to penetrate her soul. “Mom… do you remember the things I said about emotional nakedness? Like, how we bare our bodies to each other… but then we, you know, we also bare our hearts and souls, too?”

“Yes…” Ana replied weakly.

“That’s what I’m doing right now,” Lily murmured, “baring my heart to you. Being naked together… it’s made us lots closer as a family, Mom.” She reached for her mother’s hand, bringing it to her lips. “And… well, I’d like us to be even closer than that.”

“But, honey,” whispered Ana, “It’s not right for a m-mother and daughter to… to make love.”

Lily shook her head. “Lots of people wouldn’t think it’s right that we go naked all the time, but we do, don’t we? And it’s been a wonderful experience, Mom — we all think so.” She squeezed her mother’s hand. “Don’t just say no without thinking about it… please?”

Ana tried to think of a good reason to tell Lily no. Really, there were plenty of reasons — she was her own daughter, she was only fourteen — but her daughter’s words about closeness had touched her deeply. Would it really be so wrong for us to… be intimate? she wondered. We adore each other. It would bring us closer together. And God, it’s been so long since I’ve felt a lover’s touch…

She felt warm from head to toe, and not just from the closeness of Lily. The wine had made her lightheaded. Could we? Could we really…? All she knew for certain was that her daughter was a vision of adolescent sexuality and pure beauty… and how much she adored her.

Lily’s eyes began to mist. “Please, Mom… please let me make love to you.”

Ana made a decision. She took a deep breath.

“Okay, baby,” she whispered.

Lily’s face immediately lit up. “Oh, Mom… I love you so much!” She kissed her mother again, passionately. This time, Ana responded in kind, her tongue darting between her daughter’s lips.

They kissed hotly as Ana wrapped her arms around Lily’s back, hugging her tightly. Hungry for more, she slid both hands down her girl’s body until she was cupping Lily’s firm young bottom. She pulled her daughter’s hips against hers, grinding their pelvises together.

Lily broke their kiss, panting. “God, Mom,” she gasped, “you are s-so fucking hot.”

“So are you, my angel,” Ana whispered, loving the feeling of Lily’s breasts against hers. She suddenly wanted very much to kiss them… so she lowered her face to her daughter’s chest, sucking a taut nipple into her mouth.

“Oh,” Lily moaned, cradling her mother’s head to her breasts. “Oh.”

Ana loved the sweet smell of Lily’s skin, loved the way the girl’s nipples stiffened in her mouth as she licked and sucked at them. She’d never been as thrilled by a new lover as she now was with her daughter.

“Kiss me again, Mom,” panted Lily, and Ana nuzzled her way up her daughter’s body to her lips, claiming the girl’s mouth with a hunger that startled her. For how long had she desired Lily, and not known it?

“Oh, my precious,” moaned Ana as their lips parted, staring at her oldest child. “I… I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Lily raised herself to lick at her mother’s mouth, then whispered, “Mom… how wild are you willing to get tonight?”

Ana gazed thoughtfully at Lily. “Wilder than making love with my daughter?” She smiled. “Try me.”

With a wicked smile, Lily purred “Okay.” She twisted her head toward the bedroom door. “Piper,” she called, “come in.”

Ana’s eyes widened, her mouth a perfect O as her naked eleven-year-old padded into the room, a dreamy expression on her face. Without a word she drifted into the arms of her big sister, and their mouths met in a passionate kiss.

Ana squirmed into a sitting position, stunned by the lustful looks on the faces of her two daughters as they kissed. Finally, she realized what was happening. Her daughters were already lovers… and they had teamed up to seduce her! She was shocked, but not nearly as shocked as she would have been an hour ago.

“What’s going on here?” Ana demanded.

“I told you that I wanted to make love to you, Mom,” Lily explained, “but I didn’t want to tell you just yet that Piper feels the same way… don’t you, Pet?”

“Mmm-hmm!” said Piper with an excited nod.

“Are you two… Lily, what did I tell you?” Ana cried out.

“I know, Mom,” said Lily, “but we couldn’t help it. Piper and I love each other so much that we needed a new way to show it. I mean, isn’t that what nudism is all about — expressing love and trust? How is this any different?”

“Because… because…”

Ana couldn’t think of an answer. She had introduced nudism to the family as a way to bring them closer together… and it had worked. In fact, it had worked far better than Ana had anticipated. Her daughters had taken their relationship to the next level and were expressing their love for one another intimately. And that love was a very real, very tangible thing.

Suddenly Ana realized that, yes… she wanted this too. She wanted to be a part of what Lily and Piper had.

“No one else knows about this?” she asked.

“It’s our secret,” Piper said.

“We swear,” Lily added.

Ana shook her head, smiling wryly. “You two, I swear… you’ll be the death of me yet.” She lay back, then took a deep breath. “Come here, girls,” she murmured.

The two children immediately fell into their mother’s arms. Lily immediately burrowed her face into Ana’s breasts, licking and kissing the soft flesh, then sought out a nipple and began to suckle. Piper gazed shyly into her mother’s eyes. “Can I kiss you, Mommy?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes, honey,” Ana breathed, parting her lips for her baby girl. Piper’s mouth touched hers in a gentle kiss… but when Ana allowed her tongue to tease her daughter’s lower lip, Piper’s own tongue came into play, slipping into her mom’s mouth. Ana responded eagerly… and soon she was hungrily kissing her ten-year-old, with more passion than she had ever had for a man.

Finally she pulled away, her eyes alive with excitement. “I want to watch you girls kiss some more,” she said.

Lily raised her face from her mother’s breasts, turned to her adoring baby sister and kissed her passionately, her tongue wildly thrashing around in her kid sister’s mouth. Piper returned Lily’s affection with equal intensity.

Ana’s pussy began to throb as she watched her two daughters French kissing… then she gasped as Lily reached down to place a hand upon her wet pussy, stroking the moist flesh of her mother’s sex as she and her sister continued to kiss. Ana moaned, awestruck by how her wonderful her daughter’s fingers felt.

“Mmmm, Mom… you’re nice and wet,” Lily said. With that, she slipped down between her mother’s legs and gently pried them apart, enthralled by her first real glimpse of a grown woman’s pussy. She had seen the thick pubic bush of her mother many times in the last few months… but now Mom’s pussy was open and dripping wet, aching for the touch of her mouth. Lily slowly lowered her face to the glistening pink flesh, extending her tongue to take that first delicious lick…

…and Ana cried out loud as her wonderful daughter pressed a hot, hungry kiss into her cunt, followed by Lily’s tongue, pushing its way deep inside the slick channel of her mother’s vagina.

Piper smiled adoringly at her mom, then began to nuzzle Ana’s neck. “I love you so much, Mommy,” she whispered.

“I… I love you too, baby…” Anastacia moaned. “Oooohhh… kiss me, please.”

Piper eagerly claimed Mommy’s mouth with hers, and mother and daughter kissed hotly.

Ana was dizzy with desire, unable to believe what was happening… her oldest daughter was eating her pussy, and her youngest girl’s tongue was probing her mouth! It was incest, and lesbian incest at that… but Ana had never felt so alive, so consumed with desire. Her daughters were the loves of her life, and now that love was becoming sexual. She began to fondle her eleven-year-old, eagerly exploring Piper’s little-girl body with her hands.

With her face buried between her mother’s warm, soft thighs, Lily was in heaven. She easily found her mother’s clit and began to flick it with her tongue, invoking fresh moans from Ana’s lips. Lily inserted two fingers deep into her mother’s pussy in one steady stroke and began to fuck her while licking her clitoris. The fluids that flowed from Ana’s cunt were hot and delicious to the teenage girl… and the womanly scent of her was intoxicating.

Ana slipped her hand between Piper’s thin thighs, stroking her baby girl’s bare slit, amazed at how moist her daughter was. She would soon be tasting her down there… but first, she trailed kisses down to the pink button of Piper’s nipple, licking it languidly.

“Oh, Mommy…” Piper sighed, cradling her mother’s head to her chest, “I like that…”

Ana sucked her child’s nipples — first one, then the other, marveling at how they stiffened to the touch of her lips. Meanwhile, her index finger was slipping through the sticky cleft of her little girl’s pudenda, the tip inching inside, making the eleven-year-old gasp in delight. “Oh, Mommy, yes,” Piper whispered, her own hands clumsily fondling her mommy’s breasts.

Ana was on fire with this new, thrilling hunger she felt for her youngest daughter… she had to taste Piper’s sex now. She released the girl’s nipple from her lips and began to kiss her way further down her body.

Piper realized with a surge of excitement just where Ana was going with her kisses. She loved getting her pussy licked by her sister and couldn’t wait to feel Mommy’s tongue. She quickly scooted up until one knee was on either side of Ana’s face, her hairless pussy right on top of her mother’s mouth.

The scent and sight of her little girl’s pussy so close to her face was a revelation to Ana. She didn’t hesitate for a moment, licking her lips just before raising her head to plant a soft kiss on Piper’s slit… then her tongue emerged to lick at her daughter. Loving the heat, the wetness, the scent and the taste of the girl, Ana’s oral loving of Piper quickly grew intense and passionate.

The little girl was now grinding her crotch against Mommy’s face, leaving a silvery sheen of wetness on Ana’s lips. She could feel her mother’s tongue exploring her bare sex, and the very thought of it made her moan with delight. Ana’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once on her youngest daughter’s body.

Lily, still going down on her mother, glanced up to see what was happening between Ana and her sister… and her heart throbbed even faster with excitement as she saw little Piper straddling their mother’s face. She watched Mom’s mouth pressing kisses into Piper’s sex, saw her licking at the little girl. With her free hand, Lily reached up to fondle the soft white globes of her sister’s bottom while she tongue-fucked her mother.

The sensory overload was too much for Ana — the feeling of her daughter’s tongue in her vagina, the taste of her other daughter’s pussy, Piper’s little hands caressing her breasts. Suddenly her hips began to shake… then her entire body was quivering.

“Mmmm,” she moaned into her youngest girl’s cunt. “I’m gonna come… make me come, yes… I love you girls so much… oh GOD…”

Suddenly her orgasm hit, and it felt like an earthquake had overtaken her body. Ana seized up as wave after wave of pure sensation rocked her. She screamed from the intensity of her pleasure, and Piper climbed off her mother’s face so that Ana could breathe. She ejaculated into Lily’s face, and her oldest daughter drank every drop of her mother’s essence.

Finally Ana’s climax crested and ebbed, and Lily raised her face from between her mother’s thighs. Piper, seeing the wetness on her big sister’s lips, quickly claimed Lily’s mouth in a passionate kiss, swirling her tongue around the older girl’s mouth to get a taste of Mommy’s pussy.

A flushed, sweaty Ana gazed on in awe… seeing her daughters sharing her fluids between them was the most erotic sight she could imagine.  Finally, the girls crawled up to snuggle against their mother’s nude body.

“That was amazing,” Ana murmured, still dazed. “How did you girls get so good at this?”

“Practice,” Lily replied, and they all laughed.

“This is so cool, Mommy!” exclaimed Piper. “Now we can all make love to each other every day… whenever we want!”

“Mmm, sounds wonderful,” cooed Ana.

She turned and French kissed her youngest daughter, exploring the girl’s mouth with her tongue without the slightest hint of shame or guilt. Then she turned towards Lily and kissed her the same way. Then her daughters exchanged a hot, wet kiss of their own.

“I think I need to return the favor,” Ana said. “You two haven’t come yet.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call that a favor, Mom,” said Lily. “We enjoyed it too, you know.”

“I know,” said Ana, smiling wryly, “but it’s not right for a mother to let her daughters give her an orgasm without pleasuring them, too.”

“I never heard that one before,” Lily laughed.

“That’s my new rule, as of today,” Ana said with a smile. “Lie on your backs.”

Lily and Piper lay on the bed, side by side, Lily with her arm around her sister’s shoulders. Ana told them to spread their legs apart and they did, Lily’s right leg crossing over Piper’s left. Ana moved into position so she was straddling Lily’s thigh. She looked at her beautiful, sexy daughters lying there, naked and desirable, and her heart swelled with love for them both.

Ana reached out and placed a hand apiece on her daughters’ wet, hot pussies, then began to gently fondle them. The two girls sighed happily and closed their eyes.

Once they were both nice and wet, Ana inserted two fingers into each daughter’s pussy, marveling at how tight the girls felt, especially Piper. She finger-fucked both of them while using her thumb to make concentric circles around their clits. Her two children moaned and writhed with pleasure as their mother made love to them with her fingers.

In the high state of arousal the two girls were in, it didn’t take long for them to reach orgasm. They turned towards one another, eyes still closed, and kissed passionately like true lovers. Seeing their delicate tongues playfully dancing together excited Ana… and she began to grind her cunt against Lily’s thigh. Lily responded by sliding her leg back and forth, loving the sensation of her mother’s heated flesh against her skin.

Finally, they all came. Piper cried out into Lily’s mouth as she climaxed. A moment later, Lily followed suit, and her entire body trembled as she orgasmed. All the while, the two girls kept kissing, while Ana kept rubbing herself off on Lily’s thigh. As the two girls came down from their orgasms, their mother burst into hers.

When it was all over, they all snuggled together, each one hot, flushed, soaked with sweat and incredibly happy.

“Mom,” said Lily, “I think this is as good a time as any to tell you… I’m a lesbian.”

“Me too!” Piper chimed in.

“After this, I can’t imagine going back to men,” Ana agreed.

The three ladies spent a good while kissing and fondling one another but they quickly grew sleepy. They fell into a sweet slumber, their bodies entwined together in Ana’s bed. Ana, Lily and Piper felt more tenderness and affection for one another than they had ever imagined possible. A mother and her daughters were now lovers… and their future together seemed full of wonderful possibilities.

The End

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The Notebook, Chapter 2

  • Posted on August 9, 2019 at 3:43 pm

by Ebo

Dana was stretched out on her stomach on her bed, the fuzzy kitten notebook open in front of her. She tapped her pencil against the blank page, trying to think of something to write. She had finished another chapter of her latest series yesterday and really wasn’t in the mood to for that story right now. She needed something new to keep the creative juices flowing.

It made things easier writing series as opposed to one off stories because she didn’t have to go back and describe the characters or tell their backstories every time, but it also made it harder to write a good sex scene. The last thing she wanted to do was write the same scene over and over. So, finding ways to keep people interested in a host of characters having sex with each for the umpteenth time took some finesse.

She just didn’t feel like messing with that right now.

Thinking about the email she had sent last night to her step-mother, she smiled and wrote ‘The Little Black Dress’ at the top of the page. Like those four words were the key to her writer’s block, the story just started pouring out of her:

My step-mother has this little black dress. It is short enough to show off her long legs and low enough in the back to tell me she isn’t wearing a bra underneath. It fits her like a dream, although I’ve never worked up the courage to tell her so…

Dana blinked at what she had written. It was a huge departure in style from what she usually wrote, not least of all the fact it was in first person. She liked to write in third person. Tapping the pencil against her lips, she thought about erasing it, starting over in a style she was more comfortable with. In the end, she decided to see what happened, to let the story go where it wanted to.

She had learned early in her writing career that she couldn’t force a story to go a certain way. They have a mind of their own, as do her characters. They didn’t always do what she wanted them to. She had read a quote somewhere and she thought it was genius and accurate. Smiling, she thought about it now, ‘A story is like a dog without a leash. For the most part it will stay at your side and go where you want to go, but, every now and then, it’ll see a squirrel and lead you who knows where’.

Maybe this story saw a squirrel, she thought, starting to write again:

…A knock at my door drew my attention and my step-mother poked her head. I waved her in and I saw she was wearing the little black dress I loved so much. Her hair was pulled up and she had earrings in her ears. She looked beautiful.

“Leaving for date night,” I asked, wondering if she could see how flustered how she looked made me.

Sighing, she said, “No. Your father had to stay at work. He just called to cancel.”

“Oh,” I said, thinking my father did that too often.

“Are you hungry? I have a reservation at Micky’s. Want to be my date for the night?”

I know she really didn’t mean ‘date’ but it gave me a little shiver of excitement anyway. Maybe I’m a horrible daughter but I’m totally infatuated with my step-mother.

“Um, sure,” I said, trying not to sound so excited.

“It’s at eight,” her step-mother said, smiling as she opened the door, “wear something cute.”

Then she was gone and I was left to fantasize about our ‘date’…

She paused, frowning. This story was hitting pretty close to home. Her father has been working a lot more lately and he has had to stand her step-mother up a few times. Then there was her character’s infatuation with her step-mother. She shook her head, thinking she had that in common with her character, too.

Re-reading what she had written, she wasn’t sure if she’d publish this story. It was a little too personal. Still, she put the pencil back to the paper and started writing, again.

… I walked into the kitchen and my step-mother looked up and smiled. She put down her cup of coffee and stood up, looked me up and down.

She smiled and said, “You look very beautiful.”

I couldn’t stop smiling as I said, “Thanks.”

“I like your hair up like that,” she fussed over me, making me blush.

“Too bad your dad couldn’t see you like this,” she said, then sighed, her frustration clear. Shaking it off, she smiled at me and said, “This dress needs something. I’ve got just the thing. Wait here.”

I waited in the kitchen as she disappeared from the room. I had to fight the urge to fidget, to touch my hair. I wasn’t used to this sort of thing, playing dress up. I mean, I had to Google how to do my hair like this, for God’s sake.

When she came back, she had a string of pearls in her hands. Smiling at me, she said, “These are my mother’s. They’ll look lovely with your dress.”

“Um, okay,” I said, touched she was going to let me wear the pearls. I turned my back to her, let her slip the necklace around my neck and do the clasp in the back. The pearls were cool where they touch my bare skin but my step-mother’s hand was hot as it rested on my shoulder. I shivered…

Dana had to stop for a second to collect herself. The story was getting to her, maybe even more so than the others she’d written. Being turned on was an occupational hazard of writing this kind of erotica, but, this one was different. Arguably, all erotica was fantasy put on paper but this one was very personal for Dana.

Her hand was shaking a little bit when she started writing again.

…The whole ride to the restaurant, I couldn’t stop touching the pears around my neck. They were so dainty, made me feel pretty.

Ricky’s was a popular restaurant and it wasn’t easy to get reservations. Maybe that was why my step-mother didn’t want to waste them. Either way, I looked around the room at the sharply dressed people, wondered how out of place I must look. These were married couples or people on dates, talking and flirting over expensive glasses of wine. Were they wondering what a thirteen-year-old girl was doing here?

The hostess showed us to our table, informed us our waiter would be along shortly and left us with menus. I wasn’t used to eating at restaurants with real menus, didn’t know what to expect when I opened the stiff bi-fold. I gaped at the prices and the curious names of the menu items. I didn’t see a burger or pizza anywhere.

My step-mother was smiling at me when I glanced up, amused by the look on my face, no doubt. Blushing, I said, “Maybe you should order for me.”

“Okay,” she said, still smiling…

She had borrowed this scene from her own life, an experience she had when her father took her to a fancy restaurant for her eleventh birthday. She had felt as overwhelmed as her character did, looking at the menu. Writing that experience into the story made her smile; it was one of her favorite memories.

…The waiter came and took our orders, then left. My step-mother turned to me, smiling and asked, “So you go to Carver Junior High.”

I frown, give her a curious look, and say, “Yeah. You know that.”

“Come on. Play along. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date with anyone other than your father.”

I got another shiver at the word ‘date’. Taking a deep breath to relax, I said, “Yeah, I attend Carver Junior High.”

“Is that a nice school,” she asked, sipping her water.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying not to laugh. This was goofy. Still, I could tell she really wanted to play this game so I bit back the giggle.

As we waited for our food, she asked me questions she already knew the answer to and pretended to flirt with me. I knew it was pretend, even if my heart didn’t. It was racing in my chest. The game stopped being goofy and I found myself flirting back.

I wasn’t pretending.

The food was excellent, even if I couldn’t pronounce what the dish was called. We continued to talk as we ate, kept up the playful banter. I was a little surprised how far she wanted to take this game but I wasn’t going to be the one to stop. I was finally telling her the things I always wanted and never dared say out loud. And she was smiling that playful smile at me, the one that was doing horrible things to my self-control.

We paid our bill and she drove us home. On the front porch, she dug her keys out of her purse and turned to me. That playful smile was back on her face as she said, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“So did I,” I said, honestly.

“We should have another date sometime,” she said, not unlocking the door. She leaned against it, instead, her body language very flirty.

I looked at her, found it hard to swallow. I managed a smile, said, “I’d like that.”

Then she leaned in and kissed me. I was stunned, gasped in surprise as her soft lips touched mine. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth, teased me into kissing her back.

I’m kissing my step-mother, I thought, my head spinning.

Finally, she pulled back and looked at me. I wondered if I looked as dazed as I felt. She gave me a shy smile and asked, “Would it seem forward if I asked you come inside?”

“Come inside,” I asked, my heart racing. I knew what the words meant, had seen this moment in a bunch of romantic comedies but they just didn’t make sense in this situation. Was she being serious or still playing the game?

The kiss had been real, there was no denying that. My lips were still tingling and I could taste my step-mother’s mouth on my tongue…

Dana had to stop, run her hand through her hair. Her body was responding to the story, a heat blossoming between her thighs.

Am I really going to do this, she wondered, looking at what she’d written, am I going to write a sex scene between my step-mother and I?

A knock at her door made her jump and her step mother poked her head in. Blushing, she closed the notebook and waved her in. The woman saw the notebook, started grinning, said, “Writing a new story?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, wondering if she looked as guilty as she felt. Could the woman tell what she had been writing?

“Can I read it when you are done or do I have to wait for it to post on Leslita,” she asked, smiling

“Maybe when it’s finished,” she said, wondering if she would ever dare to let the woman read this story. She doubted it but a little shiver of excitement worked through her at the thought.

“Fair enough,” she said, then remembered what she came here for, “your dad is working late again, so it’s just you and me. Do you want to go get some dinner somewhere? I don’t feel like cooking.”

It wasn’t quite the same but she still got a little thrill by the similarities between this and her story.

“Okay,” she said, nodding.

“Good,” Penny said, turning toward the door, “wear something cute.”

That line made Dana giggle excitedly. It was almost too much.

When her step-mother was gone, she opened her notebook, found where she’d left off. Reading the last couple of lines, again, she decided to go for it. Bad idea or not, she was going to finish the story.

…She took my hand and smiled that smile that made my brain stop working, said, “Come on.”

I didn’t resist, didn’t want to. I let her lead me inside, up the stairs, past the door to my room and into the master bedroom. The door made a soft thunk as it closed behind me and I turned to look at it. My heart was racing and I thought about fleeing.

Turning back around, I gasped as I saw her slip first one shoulder of the dress down her arm, then the other. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as the dress slipped from her breasts, gathered at her hips. Then she hooked her thumbs in and wriggled free of the dress all together. My eyes followed it down, saw it pooled on the floor around her ankles.

I let my gaze travel up her naked body, drank her in. She was more beautiful than I had imagined, her lithe and lean figure perfect.

“Now you,” she said, biting her lip as she looked pointedly at my dress.

My hands were shaking as I worked the zipper under my arm, my fingers not wanting to work right. I finally manage to work it all the way down and the side hangs open. I hesitated, a little insecure. The woman was a goddess, absolutely stunning and I was just a girl. Would she like me?

Sensing my hesitation, she came to me, helped me out of my dress. It fell to my feet, the soft material caressing my ankles. Her fingers left my skin tingling where they accidentally brushed.

Maybe not so accidentally, I thought as she ran her hands down my sides and into the waistband of my panties. I giggled nervously as she sank to her knees and slipped the underwear down my legs and off. I looked down at myself and saw I was naked save for a single string of pearls.

I shivered as her hot eyes roamed over me and my breath caught in my throat when she smiled playfully at me.

“You are so sexy,” she said, her hands lightly caressing my legs, then my thighs.

I couldn’t breath. More than her words, it was the look in her eyes. The desire that burned in them made my knees feel weak. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that and to have the woman I’ve pined for do it…

I lost my train of thought as she let her hand slip inside my thighs and onto my sex. I couldn’t completely rein in the nervous giggle that escaped me and I squirmed under her touch. She looked up at me for permission to continue and I bit my lip and nodded. Her fingers awoke my senses and I moaned. The feel of her touching my young body was making me crazy.

“Do you like this,” she asked.

I couldn’t speak, only nodded. The delicious sensations washing through me made it hard to think. I closed my eyes and put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. My body seemed to know what it wanted, even if I really didn’t know. My hips were rocking, rubbing my pussy against her hand.

My pussy.

It was a new word for me, added to my vocabulary after over hearing it at school. An adult word for sure. Considering what was happening to me, it seemed more accurate than any of the things I called it as a girl. Well, a younger girl.

The fingers disappeared from between my legs and I opened my eyes to see what was happening. I was a little disappointed they were gone. Then I gasped as my step-mother pushed her face into the junction of my thighs, kissed my tender bud. Her tongue was hot and wet against me and I couldn’t hold in my voice any longer. Little wordless cries escaped my slack mouth.

I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in me, knew I was going to come. Maybe my step-mother sensed it too, because she pushed me right over the edge and into blissful oblivion. My knees almost gave out as my body went crazy

“Come to the bed,” she said, leading me on wobbly legs to the bed. She crawled onto it, stretched out on her back. I stood at the foot of the bed, admired her laying there with her legs spread wide. Summoning my courage, I crawled onto the bed with her, moved between her thighs.

I’d never done this before but I was willing to try and not just because my step-mother had done it to me. I wanted to do this for a while now, be with another girl. Or woman. Anything but my hand in the dark of the night. It felt wonderful, touching myself like that, but I long for the touch of another female.

This was my chance to do all those things I’ve been fantasizing about.

The first taste of her was intoxicating, the sweat on her skin like a drug that made me feel dizzy. Then the musky scent of my step-mother teased my nose and I inhaled deep the woman. Her hips began to roll against my mouth as my tongue teased her bud and her soft moans were all the encouragement I needed.

Her fingers slipped into my hair, around the back of my head, holding me to her writhing body. I smiled, thinking I must be doing something right.

Just as my jaw was beginning to hurt, I sensed a change in her body, saw her hips jerking without grace. My eyes widen as I realized she was going to come. The thought of bringing the woman to an orgasm was exciting and I kept going until I felt her stiffen against my mouth. Her unbridled cry of ecstasy made me smile and felt like doing a victory dance.

I’d made another person come. It might seem a small thing to you but this was my first time and it gave me a huge confidence boost and no small measure of pride.

“Come here,” she said, beckoning me. I crawled up her and she pulled me down atop her. Our lips met and I felt my toes curl as it deepened.

With one more kiss, she smiled at me, “I hate to be like this but you have to go. My husband will be home at any minute.”

I had to laugh, thinking I can’t believe she was still playing the game.

“Call me tomorrow, though,” she said, smiling at me, “I want to see you, again.”

“I will…” I said, thinking I just might ‘call’ her tomorrow. After all, the game must go on…

Finished, she dropped the pencil, ran her hand across her mouth. Looking at the sloppy prose at the end of the story, she had to smile. By then she had been so excited, her hand wouldn’t stop shaking. The story had her a horny mess, as turned on as she’d ever been before.

Reaching behind her, she snagged a pillow, stuffed it between her legs. She ground her body against it as she re-read her story. The flex of her hips  and the feel of the soft material rubbing against her very sensitive bud made her moan and sigh. By the time she made it to the part of the story with her and her step-mother standing on the porch, she was biting her lip to keep her voice down.

Getting to her knees, she picked the notebook up so she could read as she continued to hump her pillow. Her hips were almost a blur, rocking so fast back and forth that she was in danger of starting a friction fire. She couldn’t stop, it felt so good.

As the tension built in the story, so it built in her. It was a little different this time; she thought she was going to come with her step-mother. Her hips jerked and she had to focus on her form, force her hips to keep rocking back and forth. Then her step-mother cried out in the story and she felt her body go crazy with her own orgasm. She dropped the notebook, sank her fingers into the pillow as she shook.

“Jesus,” she husked, brushing her hair out of her face. It stuck to her forehead, now sweaty from her efforts. She shook her head, then crawled off her pillow.

It wasn’t the first time she’d abused the poor thing after finishing a story or reading a good one on Lesbian Lolita but it had never been like that. Her need had been frantic, undeniable. She was still shaking, her orgasm so intense.

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Thinking About My Sister, Part 2

  • Posted on August 5, 2019 at 1:24 pm

by Author Unknown

My sister and I lay together for a long time, neither of us wanting to initiate the first move, both of us wanting it more than anything.

We were staring into each other’s eyes, talking through the silence with every movement of our pupils.

I moved my head a little closer to hers and she responded in kind, our mouths almost touching. We could each feel the other’s breath in the heat of the night.

Our hands were gripped tightly,  were almost shaking with anticipation.

I was starting to realize that I had felt like this for a long time, a very long time. The emotions that were flooding over me had been there all along, I had just been suppressing them.

I moved my head forward just a little more, but it was all that was needed to cross that line. A line that was there for a reason, but one that wasn’t absolute. I had thought about it for so long, talked myself out of it every time.

I was fooling no one, especially not myself. I was merely stalling until I had the courage to step over it, to move past that line that I’d spent years trying not to cross.

I pushed my lips into hers and kissed Louisa gently, waiting to see how she would respond after my earlier rejection. Her eyes were closed at this point and I wondered if I had destroyed everything. But my heart started to race as I felt her kiss me back. Our lips were one, our hearts were beating together and our bodies were beginning to relax. This time, we weren’t going to stop.

The tension I had felt for so long was disappearing away from me with every second.

When you hold something in for so long, when you don’t let your heart speak, then the release is incredible when you eventually let it out.

She broke off the kiss and opened her eyes, looking at me with love, and I smiled with all the happiness in my heart. It felt good, it felt right. She smiled back and we brought our lips together again.

I felt so happy, all my worries, all my concerns, all my inhibitions were falling away and the bonds they had over me for so long were breaking. I wasn’t worried anymore, I didn’t care.

I opened my mouth a little and let my tongue poke through, touching her lips and tasting her skin. She responded and allowed it to slip into her mouth, closing her lips around it, as if wanting to keep it inside her. I felt the touch of her tongue on mine and we began to explore each other’s mouth for the first time, our saliva mixing together and I could taste and feel her love with every stroke.

I had my eyes closed now, falling deep into the heat of the moment. It was everything I had dreamed about and more.

I unclasped my hand from hers and reached up to caress her face. I brushed her hair aside and rolled my fingers all around her neck, feeling my way around and exploring her skin as my tongue was exploring her mouth. I pulled her head in closer to mine, wanting to get as deep inside her as I could.

We kissed back and forth, sometimes pulling away to look into each other’s eyes, only to fall back into it again. Our tongues we experiencing new pleasures and tantalising each other with their touch.

I moved my hand onto the side of her face and held her cheek in my palm. My thumb gently stroked her eyebrow as I broke away from her lips, giving her a succession of small kisses up her face. Her eyes closed in anticipation as I moved gently onto her eyelid and used my tongue to lick it lightly, feeling her eye roll upwards with pleasure.

I reached to the back of her neck, pulling her in tight again and progressed my kisses towards her ear, my tongue slipping inside and sensuously flicking around, exploring her fully.

Our hearts were beating faster than I had ever known and my breath was increasing. I was losing myself in the moment and never wanted to stop.

My kisses moved down her neck and onto her back as I blew my hot breath there, giving her shivers as she let out a small moan with pleasure.

Every part of her was starting to move as she reacted to my tender affection.

She placed her hands on my body in response, rolling me over so I was lying on top of her and I had to put my hands down either side to stabilize myself. Once again we stared into each other’s eyes.

“I love…” I stopped her from saying it with my finger on her lips.

“Shhh,” I said as I brought my body down onto hers.

The tips of our breasts were now touching and our nipples reacted as they rubbed together, I was getting so turned on with the sensations as I lowered myself down.

I placed my lips onto hers again, this time licking all around before pulling back a little so our mouths were slightly apart, letting our tongues do a dance in the open air between.

She smiled as she flicked her tongue across mine getting faster with each movement, pushing her head up to try and kiss me but I resisted by pulling back a little myself, teasing her with the anticipation. After a few tries she could resist no more and grabbed the back of my head hard, pulling me down onto her and plunging her tongue deep inside my mouth.

She kissed me so passionately that I was losing strength. I relaxed my arms and let my whole body weight lay on top of her once more.

She started kissing all around my face with a new found passion. We were both gone now, lost in the moment and no longer thinking, but reacting to our inner hearts.

Her hands gripped around my waist and continued to feel my body, rolling them down onto my ass, tightly gripping both my cheeks.

I tensed up in response and pushed my groin towards hers, feeling her wet mound connect with mine as I kissed her passionately again.

She reacted to my every touch by pushing back, forcing our bodies closer together at every turn.

I gently licked my way down her neck and tentatively moved towards her breasts. I hadn’t seen them for so long and the thought of kissing and sucking on them, exploring every part of her was turning me on so much.

The knowledge of what I was about to do sent a shiver across my whole body and my breath was heavy as my heart raced. Part of me didn’t want to go any further, to live in this moment forever, in anticipation of what was to come.

The self torment became too much and without thinking I kissed my way across her breast and let my tongue reach out and touch her nipple. It responded instantly and stood up, waiting for my mouth to follow where my tongue had led.

I pulled it into my mouth with a sucking motion and teased it with my tongue. I loved the way she tasted, it was different to the rest of her skin. Maybe it was the intimacy but it was like nothing I’d experienced before.

I continued to suck, as if trying to draw out milk and made sure my eyes met with hers. She was looking down at me with such love and I let my hand come around and cup her other breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as I looked deep into her eyes and continued to play with her nipple in my mouth.

The texture felt amazing and she moaned in pleasure as I rolled it around my tongue and tasted every part, flicking it back and forth.

“Oh, Leah!” Her words echoed in my head as I moved my attention to her other breast.

My hands stroked down her sides, across her waist and onto the round of her ass. She still had a tight grip on mine and I returned the favour by pushing my hands underneath, cupping her cheeks and digging in with my fingers.

I raised my head up from the warmth of her breasts and kissed her passionately on the lips again.

I just couldn’t get enough of her body and wanted to experience every part of it.

“I love the way you taste,” I said as our eyes made contact again.

She looked at me and barely whispered the words. “You make me feel incredible.”

Our bodies were sweating in the heat, mixing in with each other as our flesh slipped together.

I could sense she was getting really turned on and was beginning to smell her sex mixed in with the sweat.

“I want to taste every part of you. I’ve wanted you for so long now, it’s been driving me crazy.” I paused momentarily to make sure I had her gaze. “I want to make you come, I’m going to make you orgasm like you never have in your life.”

I gave her a smile as I started kissing my way down her breasts again and along her stomach. She had a pierced belly button and I flicked it with my tongue a few times on my journey south.

As I placed a string of kisses down her body I looked up to make sure she was watching me. She was panting heavily as I got ever closer to her pussy. Her stomach was moving up and down quickly and she had placed her own hands on her breasts and was playing with her nipples in anticipation, squeezing them between her fingers.

I rolled my hands over the smooth curves of the side of her ass and down onto her thighs. Her skin was so smooth and with the sweat from the heat they slipped along the wet trail.

My head was getting close to her groin now and I could feel the prickles of her pubic hair on my chin.

I rubbed it back and forth as I slid further down. The scent of her pussy was getting stronger and I could tell she was already extremely wet.

I broke her gaze and looked down towards my prize as my eyes confirmed what I had already smelled.

Her groin was so wet and there were already strings of excitement making a bridge between her outer lips and inner thighs.

I swallowed, in anticipation of what I was about to taste and with one final glance back up to her I put my tongue out and broke one of the lines of her wetness, licking it up into my mouth.

I followed by licking up the length of her pussy lapping all the juice she had produced, rolling it around my mouth and swallowing it down tasting all her inner beauty.

It was like nothing I had ever felt before, sweat and sticky, musty and wet, I just loved it.

I could feel my own groin responding as I tasted my sister’s juice.

She moaned as my tongue licked up and down her slit coating it with her juice on every stroke. The more I licked her, the more she produced as she was building up to the orgasm I promised her.

I used my finger to pull the hood of her clitoris back, exposing the treasure underneath.

My tongue licked her once more, this time finishing on her clit and flicking back and forth across its head.

She raised her hips up and was pushing her groin into my face as her back arched, building towards her climax.

I gave a few more licks before pushing my tongue deep into her hole as I used my finger to rub her nub directly.

It didn’t take long and she could hold back no longer as her whole body was writhing up and down on the bed as she peaked in her first climax as the orgasm flowed over her.

“Oh my God!” She screamed out loud as her pussy pulsated several times and to my shock and surprise my sister squirted right into my mouth.

I couldn’t believe it and I had to swallow quickly to prevent myself from choking.

Her nectar flowed down my throat and it was now all I could smell and taste. I pulled back a little as the second spurt missed my mouth and covered my face, dripping its way down onto my chin and beyond.

I wiped it a little as I looked up at her, she was still shaking with pleasure and her head was thrown all the way back in ecstasy.

I slid my body upwards, letting my flesh slip on top of hers. She was writhing in the moment and could barely contain herself with all the feelings and emotions that were flowing through her.

As I approached upwards positioning our bodies parallel to each other, I put my head directly above hers. She met my gaze again, which this time had her own juice dripping from it, I leaned down to kiss her.

Our lips touched once more and she got the first taste of her own juice from her sister’s mouth. The smell and texture made her kiss me more passionately than ever before and our tongues slipped together as we enjoyed the flavour.

I felt so close to her, my emotions were flowing and I wanted her to feel the same way. To want me like I wanted her. To pleasure me like I pleasured her.

I spoke in a soft tone. “Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you more than anything,” she replied in a whisper. “I’ve been in love with you ever since I can remember.”

I was a little taken aback by her words. In my heart I think I knew the truth but hearing them first hand brought it into reality.

“You love me?” I questioned, hoping to hear the answer I knew I wanted.

She nodded her head in response. “I love you Leah, I think I’ve always loved you. At first I mistook it for something else but now I can embrace the truth. I’m not afraid anymore. I don’t care what people think and I’m not going to live in denial for one day longer.”

I looked at her with tears in my eyes. The thing I had not been able to say, the thing that I thought was wrong, was forbidden, she had just said to me and given me courage, given me the confidence to express my true feelings.

“I love you too, Louisa. I love you so much, I never want to be without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and make you as happy as I possibly can.”

I was crying now and I left the words hanging out there, not quite sure if I had spoken them correctly or if she had understood my true meaning.

My anticipation was relieved when I saw the tears begin in her eyes too.

“I want to be with you too,” she said as she began to cry. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and share our love forever.”

We were holding each other tight and feeling our joined heartbeats as our breath was moving together and our chests beating as one.

She held me so close that I didn’t want this moment to end, but as she pulled me in tighter I felt her hands start to explore my body like I had explored hers.

She touched me on my side and caressed her fingers along my waist and around onto the base of my back.

She placed her head sideways on my chest and snuggled her nose into my breasts, rubbing it around and onto my nipples, moving back and forth across them a few times before letting her mouth explore the erectness of my excitement.

I felt her sucking it in her mouth and teasing it between her teeth, the sensations just made it even more erect. A shiver came over me and my whole body shuddered as the realisation of what was happening took over.

My sister was starting to explore my body, and every part of me was tingling in anticipation.

She kissed her way back and forth over my breasts and used her tongue to express her love which made me feel even closer than before.

Every now and then she looked up at me and smiled through her eyes. Her beautiful soft eyes which gave me a window into her soul. She looked incredible with her mouth around my breast, and my heart was racing faster by the moment.

Louisa was using her hands to caress the base of my back and her fingers were exploring my every curve. She lowered them down towards the start of my ass and followed it around to where my cheeks met.

She gripped a little tighter and pulled them apart, just a little, showing my inner holes to the world behind. I felt open, exposed, but I didn’t mind, I’d surrendered my body to her, and she could do whatever she wanted to me.

Her fingers worked their way between my cheeks and flicked across both my holes. The sensation of her touching my anus made me tighten my cheeks up and grip them closed onto her hands.

She removed her mouth from my breast and smiled at me. “It’s okay, hon, I’ll be gentle.” Her words were spoken softly, bringing a slightly embarrassed smile to my face.

“I know you will,” I said, relaxing again and allowing her to open me up. “It was just instinctive.” And I repeated the words I had spoken to myself earlier. “You can touch me anyway you want, my whole body is yours to explore.”

After a short pause with our eyes connected, she placed her hands on my hips in response and turned me around so my ass was facing her, encouraging me to bend over so she could see it in more detail. I obeyed and placed my hands onto the bed, now up on all fours.

She sat up and this time opened my cheeks with her nose, pushing it between them to create a space, the heat of the night allowing her to slide in easily and she shuffled her head to get more space gliding her tongue up the gap. My cheeks gripped her as she moved upwards but I could just feel the tip of her tongue probing my holes and tantalising me with anticipation. I was having a hard time getting my bum to relax, to permit her to enter.

“No hiding, sis!” she exclaimed as she pulled them apart fully giving her the perfect view of me from behind. “Much better!” And with that she licked her tongue all the way up my ass from the very base and across both my holes, leaving a trail of moisture in her wake.

I let out a little moan as the feel of her tongue on my pussy gave me shivers and then the touch of it on my anus sent me into ecstasy.

No one had ever been allowed near there, let alone their tongue… but it made me feel amazing.

She continued to lick me up and down, letting her tongue find its way past my outer lips and into my pussy. I was so turned on that I could already feel myself building to orgasm.

“Oh my God, that feels amazing,” I said to encourage her to keep going. I could feel my body beginning to spasm and didn’t want her to change the rhythm.

She responded by adding her hand into the equation and started to massage my clit. She rubbed it with her fingers at first, then with the palm of her hand back and forth.

It was all I needed to send me over the edge and with one final scream I felt the orgasm flood over my body.

“Oh, oh yes!” I screamed out as she continued to lap me up throughout my eruption. My body was shaking but she kept going with her tongue and hand giving me wave after wave of electric spasm as my body arced multiple times.

I couldn’t take any more and collapsed down onto the bed pushing my groin into the sheets to try and bring me back to normality.

I felt her shift forwards and lie on top of me, kissing up my back and neck and finally finishing on the side of my face as she whispered into my ear.

“I don’t know which of us enjoyed that more,” she said as her hot breath blew into my ear. “I love the way you taste and how I can make you feel.” She kissed me again on my cheek and gave me a gentle nudge indicating she wanted me to roll over.

I turned to face her and gave her a full kiss on the lips. I didn’t use my tongue this time, it felt closer to just kiss each other with our lips, more loving than sexual and the feeling turned me on once again.

I still couldn’t believe this was my sister, the girl I had loved for so long and now she was mine and I was hers. It felt like a dream, I didn’t think such amazing things happened to normal people.

“I love you so much,” I said, no longer worried about her response.

She smiled and kissed me once again. “I love you too and I love the fact that I turn you on as well.”

My face changed from smiling to pleasure as I felt her hand rubbing my clit again. This time she slipped her finger inside and started to explore my inner hole.

“Mmmm,” I hummed as one finger became two and then the tightness of three. “Ohhhhh, oh w-wow!” I stuttered as she moved them around inside me. I was still sensitive from my last orgasm but was ready for more, especially from the fingers of my sister.

“You know just how to touch me, Lou,” I told her between breaths as she continued to work me back up to another orgasm.

My sister kissed me again, this time leading with her tongue and inviting me to play with hers. She was a little more dominant now, which I liked and I struggled to get the upper hand in the tussle as she skillfully controlled the situation.

During all this she was getting more involved with my pussy, pushing her fingers in and out in different groupings and intermittently rubbing my clit. She varied the pace and strength and sometimes even opened me up using her thumb as leverage.

I was so wet down there that her hand was slipping in and out with ease and the more she did it, the wetter I got.

“I want to taste you again,” she purred as she kissed her way back down my chest, stopping a little on my breasts and giving my nipples some attention making them stand erect again.

Her head arrived at my groin as my orgasm was truly building and I involuntarily pushed my hips up in response to her stimulation. She took it as an invitation and moved her head to meet my throbbing pussy, pushing it back onto the bed with her free hand as she lapped up my juice that was practically dripping from my outer lips.

She had a very skillful tongue and she used it to perfection as she flicked it back and forth on the hood of my clit and exposed the nub behind, held it up with her finger and sucked on it.

“Oooh yes,” I said. “Yes, keep doing that.” As it felt like she was about to suck it clean out of me. It was almost painful, but the pain pleasure boundary was indistinguishable now, all I could feel was the moment and it felt incredible.

She grabbed both my legs just under my ass and pushed them up, forcing me to raise them into the air and up over my shoulders. Luckily I was quite flexible and could almost put them all the way.

“Better,” she said and began licking again but this time focusing more on my now exposed puckered hole.

The tip of her tongue teased it by dragging all around, playing with my sensitivity. I involuntarily tightened and loosened in response and every time it expanded her tongue just made contact with the inner hole sending shivers down my body.

“Wow, wow, wow…” I kept saying the same thing again and again, not wanting her to stop. I had my hands wrapped around my own legs and was pushing my whole ass towards her head encouraging her.

She started pulsing her tongue in and out of my anus, each time trying to get it further in but it was so tight that she barely managed more than the tip.

Her hand revisited my pussy and started to rub away at my clit again, her fingers sliding inside me at the same time.

She continued to tongue my anus while building up a steady rhythm with her hand on my clit. It felt amazing. I really didn’t want this moment to end but had no control over my body as my sister touched me in all the right places to bring me off.

She licked her tongue up towards my pussy again and darted it inside, getting a taste of my new flow of excitement. She licked and rubbed my clit using her fingers in and out of me slowly building up the pace until I could take it no longer and my body burst into orgasm once again. I screamed at the top of my voice, wanting the whole world to hear the pleasure my sister had given me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried as wave after wave of orgasm flooded every part of me. I let my legs drop back down onto the bed and just laid there not wanting or having the energy to move.

Louisa rolled up alongside me and kissed me on the top of my shoulder, rubbing her hand over my breasts and caressing my body with such love in her touch.

“I love making you feel good,” she whispered as she snuggled up even closer to me, pulling herself in tight to my side.

“I love the way you make me feel,” I responded, placing my hand onto hers and interlocking our fingers once again. “I don’t want you to ever leave me, say you won’t.” I turned my head to face hers and got the response I so dearly wanted.

“I’m never going to leave you, hon. We will be together forever.”

And with that she placed her head onto my shoulder and kissed me gently on the neck.

I was falling asleep with such a happy smile on my face that night, lying next to my beautiful sister, having pleased each other in so many ways and knowing our future together would be incredible and no longer caring what the world might think.

Our hearts were beating as one as we drifted off to sleep. I couldn’t wait for the next day, and the rest of our lives to begin.

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Nudist Family, Part Two

  • Posted on August 3, 2019 at 2:33 pm

by Tiger Kitten

One night, Ana had to go out, so Lily was left in charge of watching her sister until their mother returned home.

Lily decided to take a long bubble bath, something she had not done for quite some time. She went into her bathroom and filled the tub, adding bath beads to generate the bubbles, until the tub was full of warm, frothy water. She lay her head back against the porcelain rim of the tub and closed her eyes, enjoying the luxurious feeling of the water around her body.

“What are you doing?” said a voice, breaking her concentration. It was Piper. Lily hadn’t bothered to close the door, so her little sister had simply walked in.

“What does it look like, silly? I’m taking a bath.” She said it with a smile, though.

“Can I get in, too?”

Lily considered it for a moment. The tub was big enough for both of them. “Sure, honey,” she said. “Come on in.”

Piper scampered happily over to the tub and climbed in, Lily offering her sister a hand so Piper could steady herself while stepping over the lip of the tub. Piper was now standing directly in front of her sister, her bare slit inches from Lily’s face. The older girl’s eyes drifted towards Piper’s sex, and she swallowed hard, suddenly reminded of what her mother had said earlier.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Lily said. “C’mon in.”

Piper did sit down, but not quite as Lily had expected. She had expected Piper to sit on the opposite side of the tub, facing her. Instead, Piper planted herself directly in front of her sister, sitting between her legs, with her back against Lily and her head nestled directly in between her big sister’s breasts.

Lily reached for the plastic cup that rested on the basin around the tub, picked it up, and dipped it in the water. She told Piper to lean her head back and close her eyes, which the little girl obediently did. Lily poured the hot, soapy water over Piper’s head, soaking her hair. Then she did it a second time. After the second time, she poured a cup over Piper’s bare shoulders, wetting the girl’s skin.

Piper opened her eyes and smiled up at her sister, her cheek resting against Lily’s breast. Again, Lily swallowed hard. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind: Do you ever go… any further with her? More than, um, just kissing?

“Lily,” said the child, her face suddenly serious, “can I ask you something, well, kinda personal? Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Okay,” Lily replied carefully. Piper was a very inquisitive girl and Lily was used to her questions, but she’d never asked one with such a preamble.

“Have you ever had sex?”

Lily was taken aback. Still, the question was asked so innocently that she couldn’t be angry at her sister. Instead, she took Piper’s wet hair in her hands and began to idly comb it with her fingers.

“No, I haven’t,” she said. “I’m going to wait until I’m older.”

“Why do some people call it ‘having sex’ and some people call it ‘making love’?” Piper asked.

“Hmmm… well, I think that, when you have sex with someone you really love, it’s called ‘making love’ but if it’s just for fun, it’s just called ‘having sex’.”

“Oh. So, then… have you ever made love?”

Lily laughed. “No, I haven’t done that either.”

“Do you think it will be with a boy or a girl?” Piper asked.

Lily was a bit shocked by the question. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because most girls have sex with boys, right? But some girls have sex with other girls instead.”

Lily considered the question long and hard. She had always imagined her first time would be with a boy, but she had never thought seriously about it.

“I don’t know. I guess with a boy.”

“Why not another girl?”

“Jeez, Piper, I don’t know. I just never thought about it.”

“But would you ever try it?”

“I guess so. Sure, I could. It depends on the girl.”

“Can I tell you a secret, Lily?” Piper asked quietly. “One you can’t tell anyone, even Mom?”

Lily’s curiosity was piqued. Piper didn’t usually act like this. “Cross my heart.”

“You know my friend Tammy?”

Lily nodded. Tammy was a pretty, freckled redhead girl from Piper’s class who had been over to the house a number of times.

“One time, I was over at her house after school, but her mom wasn’t home from work yet because she was late, so Tammy and I played this game she made up called ‘The Husband and Wife Game’.”

“What kind of game was it?” Lily asked.

“Well,” Piper said, “we pretended Tammy was my husband and I was her wife. I put on an apron and went into the kitchen and pretended I was cooking dinner. Tammy got her Dad’s old briefcase, then went outside, then came back in like she was coming home from work, you know?

“She came into the kitchen and tried to kiss me but I wouldn’t let her. She told me that I was playing wrong because husbands and wives are supposed to kiss each other. So I kissed her.”

Lily could feel warmth, even hotter than the water, spreading through her body. She shifted… but that only made things worse, as she became even more aware of the sensation of Piper’s body against hers. Her sister didn’t seem to notice.

“What happened next?” Lily asked.

“Tammy said she wanted to kiss some more, but in her parents’ bedroom. So we went into her bedroom and I lay down on the bed. Tammy climbed on top of me and we started to kiss. At first, I was kind of nervous, but then I started to really like it. She started to kiss my neck… and she was putting her tongue in my mouth. Like we do, but more… intense.”

“Did you two… do anything else?” Lily asked, half-dreading the answer even as her heart raced.

“No,” Piper said, a bit disappointed. “Her mom came home, and we got in trouble for being in her room… but she didn’t know we were kissing.”

“Wow.”

“Have you ever played a game like that?”

“No,” Lily replied, imagining it.

“It was kind of fun. We never played it again, though.”

Lily hesitated, then said, “Um… would you like to play it now?”

“Really?” Piper asked, her face lighting up. “You and me?”

“Sure… if you’d like to.”

“Yeah!” Piper squealed. “So what are we waiting for?”

The two girls quickly climbed out of the tub. Lily toweled herself off and then did the same for Piper, perhaps lingering a bit longer than she normally would have, especially around Piper’s bottom and thighs.

When they were dry, Lily found one of their father’s old briefcases and gave it to Piper. Once they were downstairs, the child went outside, while Lily put on an apron and waited in the kitchen, pretending she was fixing dinner. She was giddy with excitement, as if she were embarking on some unknown adventure.

The door opened. “Honey, I’m home!” Piper called out in a deeper voice.

“Hi, sweetie!” Lily replied. “I’m in the kitchen.”

Lily watched over her shoulder as Piper walked into the room, strutting like a man, and set the briefcase down. She walked over to Lily, who bent down to give her “husband” a kiss. Piper certainly didn’t resist like she had with Tammy.

“How was work?” Lily asked.

“Another day, another dollar,” said Piper in that mock-masculine voice.

Lily stopped. “You know, you don’t have to pretend to be a man. It sounds kind of silly.”

Piper frowned slightly. “But… I’m the husband, right?”

“Well, like you said, sometimes girls… do sex stuff with other girls, too, right? Why can’t we both be wives?”

“So… then we’d be playing ‘Wife and Wife’? Like we’re women… but we’re married too?”

Lily shrugged. “Sure, why not? It’s all pretend, anyhow.” She leaned in to rub noses with her sister. “Besides, you’re much cuter as a girl.”

“Okay!” Piper nodded, blushing slightly at her big sister’s compliment. She paused for a moment, getting into character. Then she said, “What’s for dinner, honey?”

“Your favorite… Kraft macaroni and cheese with applesauce on the side.”

“That smells delicious, honey,” Piper said in a suddenly seductive tone, “but you look good enough to eat!”

Lily gasped, then giggled. “Piper, where did you learn to say something like that?”

Piper scowled. “Shh! You’re supposed to be pretending!”

“Oh, sorry.” Lily cleared her throat, then cooed, “That’s so sweet of you, dear.”

Piper stood beside her “wife”, inspecting the make-believe dinner that Lily was preparing. She placed her hand on Lily’s lower back… then let it drift down to touch her sister’s bare bottom. Lily was surprised how nice Piper’s hand felt, caressing her ass.

“You know, honey,” Piper said softly, “I’m not really hungry right now. Why don’t we go to bed a little early tonight?”

Lily turned to look at Piper, who was still touching her butt. Something in her sister’s eyes made her shiver with excitement. She carefully placed the wooden spoon she was holding on the counter. “All right.”

Taking her little sister by the hand, Lily led her up the stairs to the bedroom they shared. They went into the room and Lily shut the door behind them. Without saying much, the two climbed into bed together.

“Good night, honey,” Lily said, her heart throbbing with excitement. “Kiss me goodnight?”

Lily gasped in surprise as Piper climbed on top of her and their mouths came together. At first, it was the same kind of kissing they usually did before bed, a sweet expression of love for one another. Quickly, though, the feeling of it began to change. Lily felt something more aggressive in her sister’s kissing than she was used to.

To her surprise, Lily reacted by meeting Piper’s fierceness with an intensity of her own. She held the girl tightly against her as the two began French kissing, plunging her tongue into her baby sister’s mouth with abandon.

Soon, Piper was kissing her way down her big sister’s neck. Lily was moaning before she was even aware she was doing it. Piper’s mouth found her sister’s once more, and the two girls kissed passionately for a long while.

“Piper,” said Lily, breaking the kiss but breathing heavily, “can I get on top now?”

“Okay,” Piper said, her face slightly flushed.

They rolled over so that now Lily was on top of her sister, then resumed their increasingly frenzied kissing. The girls were now both glistening with sweat and panting in excitement, their bare bodies pressed tightly together.

Lily’s lips trailed across the little girl’s cheek to her ear, where she sucked on the lobe while Piper gasped in delight. She kissed Piper’s ear a few times, Lily then playfully nuzzled the child’s cheeks, forehead, and chin… moving down to her soft neck, then kissing Piper along her jawline. Piper tilted her head this way and that to accommodate her sister, who planted kisses down to the hollow of Piper’s throat.

By this point, Piper had her fingers in Lily’s hair, purring with pleasure as she cradled her big sister’s face to her little girl’s body. Lily, now tingling from head to toe with an arousal such as she had never known, continued downward. She kissed Piper all over her flat, bony chest, her tongue licking playfully at her sister’s nipples… then she took one between her lips to suckle.

“Oh, Lily,” Piper breathed. “I like that…”

Lily took turns switching from one taut nipple to the next, licking, sucking, lightly biting them to make Piper gasp. It was incredible… but she wanted to explore more of her sister’s body. The child whimpered in frustration as Lily released a nipple from her mouth with a wet sound and continued on her southward journey.

When she reached Piper’s tummy, she teased her sister’s belly button with the tip of her tongue, then nuzzled the softness of the girl’s skin, resting her face there, thinking of the treasure that still awaited her further down… the warm secret that nestled between Piper’s legs.

She managed to stop herself before she went as far as that, though, and worked her way back up to Piper’s mouth, where the sisters shared a hot, hungry kiss.

“My turn,” whispered Piper. Lily just nodded in acquiescence, and their mouths met again, tongues sparring playfully.

Lily rolled over, pulling her ten year old sister on top of her without breaking their kiss. At first, it was a repeat of what Piper had done earlier, kissing Lily all over her face and neck. Then she did what Lily had, journey down her sister’s body until she came to the teenage girl’s breasts. Piper shyly kissed them both… first the right one, and then the left. Then she began to lick and suck her big sister’s nipples, marveling at how they stiffened to the touch of her lips.

Lily was on fire, aroused more than she could have imagined from the feeling of her little sister’s soft, tiny mouth on her breasts. She moaned and sighed, which only encouraged Piper. Her hands began to shyly wander over her sister’s little-girl body, stopping just short of touching her bottom.

Finally the ten-year old moved down further to kiss Lily’s tummy for a while before returning to her round, perky tits. Once again she took her big sister’s nipple into her mouth to suck. This time, though, she allowed her hand to rest on Lily’s other breast. Lily cooed happily at Piper’s touch.

Piper, hearing that, began to caress the softness of her sister’s left breast… her mouth still pleasuring the other. Then she sat up straight, smiling at Lily, licking her lips. She gazed lovingly into her sister’s eyes as she placed her hands over Lily’s breasts, fondling them. Lily whispered, their pretending game now forgotten, “Oh, Piper… that feels so good.” She reached up to place a hand behind her sister’s head, drawing Piper’s face to hers so they could kiss again.

Their mouths and bodies ground together as their passion increased. Lily was now fucking her sister’s mouth with her tongue, her hands sliding down Piper’s back to cup her bare bottom. Piper wrapped her arms around her big sister’s neck, thrusting her pelvis against Lily’s in an unconscious attempt to relieve the sudden tingling the ten-year-old felt between her thighs.

At last, Piper gently broke their kiss… and the two trembling sisters gazed in wonderment at each other.

“Piper…” Lily whispered. “We’re going to have sex, aren’t we?”

“No,” Piper replied. “We’re going to make love.”

Lily sighed happily, smothering Piper’s mouth with her own. There was no longer any trace of the innocent, affectionate kissing they had engaged in on previous nights. This was raw, burning lust that they both felt. Lily desired her baby sister more desperately than anything she had ever wanted in her life… and Piper seemed to feel the same way, clutching tightly to her big sister while their tongues wrangled hotly.

Breaking the kiss, Lily licked a path down her baby sister’s body until she reached Piper’s chest. She began kissing and licking the girl’s left nipple… then moved to the right one, flicking her tongue against the pink tip, pausing to gently bite it. Her sister’s skin was so creamy and smooth that it reminded Lily more of warm milk than flesh. Piper whimpered in delight as her sister pleasured her nipples with her eager mouth.

Lily’s nipple play did not last for very long. She knew that Piper’s babyish breasts were only a brief stop on her way to her ultimate destination. Piper knew that as well. Although she had no real sexual experience, the ten-year-old girl sensed from the sweet ache between her thighs exactly what she needed next from her big sister.

Lily continued downward, brushing her lips across Piper’s belly until she reached the place where her sister’s pubes would begin to grow soon. Now trembling with excitement, Piper parted her thin legs, giving her big sister access to her most private places.

Lily gazed, enthralled, at the pristine treasure hidden between her sister’s thighs. The little girl’s bare vagina was the most beautiful thing Lily had ever seen. Sure, she had seen her little sister naked countless times before… but never had she gazed upon Piper’s flower in all its perfect loveliness with these feelings of desire coursing through her body.

The cute naked teenager savored the heavenly sight of the pussy she was about to taste. The fact that it belonged to a child, and that the child was her sister, made no difference to Lily. If anything, that only made the experience sweeter.

She moved in, her tongue emerging to lightly lick at Piper’s slit.

“Oh, Lily,” her sister moaned, “that feels… incredible.” She pressed her head back into her pillow. “Oh, yes.”

All at once Lily dove in, covering the little girl’s bare vagina with her whole mouth, her tongue pressing into Piper’s slit as if it were a tiny cock. Piper gasped in delight. “So… so g-good!” the child stammered, placing shaking hands in her sister’s hair as Lily pleasured her.

Lily had never performed oral sex on anyone, let alone another girl… but everything came to her naturally, as if she’d been doing it her whole life long. She slid her tongue up and down the narrow slit, then kissed the velvet-soft folds of Piper’s labia, which were devoid of even peach fuzz. Her lips were tingling from the excitement of oral love… and her tongue was coated with the sweetness of Piper’s honey, a taste so compelling that Lily’s only desire, besides the need to please her sister, was for more of Piper’s essence.

All the while, Piper squeaked and cooed, gasped and moaned. Her small body was filled near to overflowing with sensations racing from her vagina to the tips of her fingers and toes. She buried her fingers in Lily’s hair, feeling the warmth and softness of her sister’s tresses while she felt the warmth and softness of her sister’s tongue in her most secret, mysterious place.

Lily feasted upon her ten-year-old sister’s virgin slit. Her heart was pounding, head spinning. Her own pussy was oozing fluids that trickled down her thighs. She was on her hands and knees now, her face buried between her sister’s legs, her ass presented without shame. She had been naked for weeks but never this exposed before. And she loved it.

Drawing her face away from Piper’s pussy, Lily rested her now moist cheek against her sister’s thigh. Slowly, carefully, she slid her index finger into the girl, feeling Piper writhe as the digit entered her body. Lily slid it in deeper, cautiously, but the girl didn’t complain. Lily fingered the child slowly and lovingly, occasionally leaning it to lick up the juices that leaked out from her bare slit.

“This feels so nice,” Piper whispered.

“You taste delicious, baby,” Lily whispered back.

“What does it taste like?”

“You try it.”

Lily withdrew her finger from inside her sister’s cunt and offered it to her. Piper at once took the finger in her mouth, sucking off the juices. She clucked her tongue, tasting it. “It’s okay, I guess… don’t know if I’d call it delicious,” she said.

“Maybe that’s because it’s your own pussy,” Lily offered. “To me, it tastes like heaven.”

“I want to try tasting yours,” Piper said, after a moment’s hesitation. “Can I, Lily?”

Lily reached out to caress her sister’s cheek. “Sure you can. Lie back.”

Piper lay her head back onto her pillow. Lily rose to her knees and shuffled up the bed until she was about next to her sister’s head, then draped a leg over Piper until she straddled the young girl’s face, her legs spread apart. Piper’s mouth was inches from Lily’s cunt, which was glistening with moisture.

Lily looked down her body to see the smiling face of her kid sister, looking up from between her thighs.She reached down and stroked the girl’s cheek.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Yes,” Piper said quietly. “I love you, Lily.”

And with that, she lifted her head and took her first, tentative lick of her big sister’s pussy. An electric current seemed to surge through Lily’s body. The teenager shivered with delight as Piper licked again, this time more boldly… then her baby sister began to feast on Lily’s dripping vagina, making the cute teen whimper as the electricity she felt grew more intense.

It didn’t take long for Piper to find Lily’s clitoris… and when her tongue first touched it, Lily moaned loudly, her body rocked by a helpless shudder of purest pleasure. Piper began to focus on that one spot that had drawn such a response from her sister. Soon Lily’s body was rocking with rapturous delight as her ten year old sister licked and sucked on her clit relentlessly.

With her left hand, Lily began squeezing and fondling her breasts… and with her right hand, she reached back behind her and began fingering her little sister’s bare slit.

With this added encouragement, Piper began to lick and suck her big sister’s cunt more passionately than ever. Her tongue explored every fold of Lily’s vagina and she probed as deeply as she could into her sister’s body. Her small hands clutched tightly at Lily’s thighs, her fingers digging into the older girl. She didn’t understand everything that she was feeling at that moment, but she knew she never wanted to stop.

Lily withdrew her fingers from between her sister’s legs, brought them to her lips and licked the wetness off. Then she carefully slung her leg back over Piper’s body until she was no longer on top of her sister.

“What are you doing?” Piper gasped. “I want to lick you some more.”

“You can,” said Lily, “but I want to lick your pussy, too.”

Piper frowned. “Okay… but I get another turn soon.”

“We don’t have to take turns, kiddo,” Lily cooed. “We can do it together at the same time.”

And with that, Lily lay down on her back next to Piper and instructed the girl on what to do next. Piper straddled her sister’s head, facing Lily’s feet. Lily reached out and gently stroked Piper’s adorable bottom. The girl draped her leg over Lily’s body and positioned herself so that her face was directly above Lily’s pussy.

The ten-year-old wasted no time in burying her face between her sister’s thighs, claiming Lily’s cunt with her mouth.

As her little sister licked wildly at Lily’s sex, the older girl realized she had a small problem. Because she was taller than Piper, her mouth was not close enough to Piper’s bare pussy for her to lick it. However, the little globes of the girl’s bottom were directly in front of her… and the small pink cleft of her sister’s anus was easily within reach.

Parting the little girl’s buttocks, Lily licked her lips, then allowed her tongue to flick lightly through her sister’s crack. Piper moaned, but did not interrupt her licking. Lily licked at Piper’s sweet hole again, this time swirling her tongue around the rim of the child’s anus. She almost laughed out loud at how her life had changed. Just weeks ago, she had been a normal teenager. Now she was licking her ten-year-old sister’s asshole and loving it.

The two sisters were lost in mutual passion – Piper eagerly licking her big sister’s pussy, Lily tenderly probing her little sister’s ass with her tongue. It was heavenly, but Lily knew it could not last much longer. Her orgasm was approaching with the speed and certainty of a freight train. She could already feel her hips beginning to buck as her climax built up to its explosive finish. Wanting her sister to come at the same time, she slipped her fingers between Piper’s legs to caress the child’s clitoris.

Suddenly Lily cried out in ecstasy. Her pelvis bucked and heaved as her orgasm struck like a thunderstorm, shaking her body mercilessly. Somehow, though, she managed to keep pleasuring her little sister… and within seconds Piper moaned as her own climax overtook her… the little girl’s body heaving as Lily teased her clit mercilessly, driving her to heights of pleasure that Piper never knew was possible.

Gradually, the tide receded for them both. Their bodies relaxed, and an exhausted Piper climbed from her sister’s face, exhaling noisily as she collapsed next to Lily. Her sister opened her arms without a word, and the little girl snuggled into her sister’s embrace.

“Are… are you okay?” Piper asked.

“Mmmm… fabulous,” Lily breathed.

“What happened?” the child asked.

“I had an orgasm. So did you, I’d say.”

“Wow… I gave you an orgasm!” Piper said slowly.

“Several of them, I think,” Lily murmured.

Piper laughed and hugged her sister tightly. The two girls embraced, never wanting to let go, wanting this moment and this night to last for all of eternity. But it was late and both girls were tired.

“I love you so much, little angel,” Lily told her sister.

“I love you too,” the girl replied, her eyes warm with adoration.

They kissed tenderly before snuggling up together beneath the blankets and falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

From that day on, the girls’ routine changed. Every night, they went to bed early and made love until they were too tired to continue. Both girls knew what they wanted and they never hesitated in pursuing their desire for one another.

They made love in the morning as well, before their mother was awake. Often, Lily would be awakened by the touch of her little sister’s mouth, delicately suckling her breasts. Or Piper might stir in her sleep as Lily’s fingers lovingly fondled her pussy, then gently awaken, at which point the two girls would greet the new day by making sweet, wonderful love. Each time, they coupled with the reckless enthusiasm of children… but with a depth of true love that only two sisters could feel for one another.

The only problem Lily and Piper faced was keeping their lovemaking hidden from Ana. She did not disapprove of their sharing the same bed but, as Lily told Piper, their mother would be very upset if she found out the true nature of their relationship. So the two young lovers had to be very careful that their sexual noises did not carry outside the room, which put an unfortunate limit on how they could express their passion vocally. They were free to have sex when their mother was not home but sometimes their hunger for one another became too intense to wait until bedtime.

Most often, the sisters would sneak off into the woods for their mid-day lovemaking. One of them would suggest a walk in the woods. Once they were far enough away from the house, their tongues would entangle and their limbs would mesh as they pulled one another to the forest floor. There, beneath the trees, they would finger and lick and caress each other until their appetite was satisfied. The only drawback was that, quite often, their mother wanted to accompany her daughters on their forays into the forest, ruining their plans. Lily and Piper had to settle for what they could get.

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Loving My Lori, Part Two

  • Posted on August 1, 2019 at 2:35 pm

by Lori’s Mommy

When I picked Lori up from school on Friday, she immediately told me what she wanted to do for our date. No hello, no “Hi, Mommy,” nothing but that. She was so up for our evening together, nothing could hold her back.

“Mommy, I want pizza tonight. And I wanna watch High School Musical. Is that okay?”

“Anything you like, honey.”

As we made our way to the video store, she filled me in on more of her plans. “When we get home an’ after I do my homework, can you just go in your room for awhile?”

“Why?”

“You’ll see. Just go in your room and stay there. You can order the pizza and get dressed for our date. And when the pizza guy comes, just close your eyes when you go past the kitchen.” And then she added, with a bit of mystery and mischievousness in her voice, “An’ I’m not gonna tell you anything else!”

“Okay,” I agreed, thinking that she has really taken this on as her night — just as I told her and wanted for her. This was her night, and she could do it her way — and Lori was doing exactly that.

I did as I was asked, and I went off to my room to get changed, and, of course, order the pizza. I picked out a white cotton camisole (short enough to still show off my midriff) a pair of white lace boy-shorts panties to wear underneath, my tightest hip-hugger jeans and a top that could be tied off. Shoes or barefoot? Definitely barefoot.

I got dressed for our date, my pussy becoming wet with anticipation. Damn, the camisole is too long, well, I’ll just tuck it upside my top. Okay. All set? All set. My mind was racing with thoughts about the evening ahead of me — ahead of us — and I was startled when the doorbell rang.

“Yay, pizza’s here!” Lori shouted from the kitchen.

As asked, I went to the door, closing my eyes as went past the kitchen. I returned with pizza in hand to a kitchen that had its shades closed, the lights lit to their dimmest setting, and a table for two, perfectly set. And with Lori nowhere to be found.

“Do you like it, Mommy?” a voice from the adjacent laundry room asked.

“Verrrrry nice! You did a great job. Wonderful ambience,” I said with a fake snooty voice. “Where did you get the idea for all of this?”

“TV!” (Where else? I thought)

“Well you did a wonderful job. It’s beautiful. Where are you?”

Lori didn’t say a word, rather she appeared in the doorway.

My God, stunning would have been an understatement. She was perfect from her head to her little bare feet. She had on her pink tube top, the one I told her didn’t fit her anymore (but now, in a different light, looked very sexy on her) and a white frilly linen mid-calf-length skirt. Very pretty. She was the perfect combination of innocence and sexiness.

Best of all, when she went to sit down, instead of her legs dangling from the chair, she crossed her legs as she does from time to time, and I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her little pussy was visibly gaping, there for me to see. Was she being a tease, or was it completely innocent? She must have been teasing me, because she always remembered to put panties on.

“Mommy? Mommy?” Lori interjected, awakening me from my thoughts.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I finally spoke. “I’m sorry, you look so pretty, Mommy didn’t hear you. What can I do for you?”

“Push my chair in, silly!” And I did.

Taking her lead of playing the tease, I took off my top, but left the camisole on. My dark nipples were rock hard and were straining the thin cotton fabric of my camisole. Not knowing that I noticed her eyes focusing on my tits, she said simply, “Mommy, you look pretty.”

We had a great dinner, talking about all sorts of things. We did a quick clean up and popped the movie in. As it played, I had Lori sit in the V of my legs as I laid them across the sofa, wrapped both arms around my precious sexy daughter, then began to stroke and caress her. She responded beautifully, serenading me with her gentle coos and purrs.

I was massaging Lori’s shoulders as one of the romantic scenes got started. Moving slowly, I slid my fingertips down from the front of her shoulders and onto her chest until I reached the edge of her tube top. Encouraged by her gentle moans, I smoothly guided one finger, then two under the stretchy fabric and found her little nipple. I did the same for the other side and started to encircle the stiffening buds with a very light touch. Lori helped by pulling down the top so that her tight flat chest was exposed. I continued to circle her nipples, now visibly aroused. Finally, I gently squeezed and twisted them, and Lori let out a gasp of satisfaction.

I had to have her. I turned Lori around, guided her mouth to mine, and kissed her deeply. Our tongues instantly entwined, hers so tiny. We kissed for several minutes as our hands explored each other’s body, with Lori’s hands mainly focused on squeezing my tits and stroking my nipples through my camisole.

Then she stopped and said “Wait, Mommy.”

“What is it, Lori?”

“Not here. Come with me.”

And with that, she led me by the hand to her bedroom. “Here, Mommy… come into my bed with me.”

Lori’s room is that of a typical eight-year-old girl. Posters of SpongeBob and Dora the Explorer on the walls. Frilly curtains in the windows. Dolls and toys on the floor. Ribbons, hair scrunchies, play makeup and brushes on her dresser. And her low-to-the-floor kiddie bed with Disney-print sheets, the arena of our evening which was to follow.

I felt myself getting even more aroused. I mean, making love to my daughter was exciting enough to begin with, but there was something about doing the deed in her room that made the whole thing especially thrilling. To this day I can’t remember feeling more turned on, seeing all her little-girl stuff around me.

Lori sat on her bed, and she was a sight to behold. Her tube top pulled down well below her chest, and once again she was sitting with her legs crossed, exposing her virgin slit.

I sat down on the bed next to her, moving a couple of Barbie dolls to the floor. I pulled that tube top over her head, my mouth watering at the sight of her nonexistent tits. I gently laid her on the bed and proceeded to remove her skirt. Doing so, I couldn’t help cupping my hand around her smooth pink pussy. My little one was wet already!

But I didn’t want to go in for the main course just yet. I wanted to save her sweet pussy for last, so I started kissing all over Lori’s face and neck, pausing a bit to nibble on her ears. Again, more coos and purrs issued from her pursed lips. I kissed her deeply once again, then moved down to her shoulders, then to her chest.

Her tiny nipples were now just inches from my eager mouth. I encircled the left one first with my tongue, then moved over to the right.

Subtlety took a vacation at that point, as I took Lori’s nipple into my mouth, and started to suck voraciously. My little girl moaned with absolute pleasure as I suckled her flat breast as hard as I could. Removing my mouth, I couldn’t help but notice her little dime-sized nipples now looked more like nickels.

Lori must have noticed me pausing to look, because she glanced down at her right nipple and said “Oh, Mommy, that looks like one of yours!”

I laughed at this when I recall it now, but I was too intent then on making progress further south. I sucked on the left likewise, and then began to make my way to the area Lori commonly referred to as “down there.”

That first taste of my daughter’s young hairless pussy is something I’ll never forget. She was flowing with sweet nectar — smooth, so very smooth — and when I made my first serious invasion into her with my tongue, Lori startled me with the gasp she let out and a cry of, “Oh Mommy!” so loud that I feared my neighbors could hear.

Eating pussy was not familiar territory for me. My only time trying it was a sexual experiment I carried out with my cousin Suzy, back when we were both fourteen. But familiar or not, licking little Lori’s cunt felt so natural, as if I’d been doing it all my life.

As I went down on her, Lori started to grind her mound into my face. I knew I was getting closer to giving her what I now consider to be the greatest gift a mom can give a daughter — her first orgasm — when she started to moan out loud.

Suddenly, my little one’s legs tensed up and her hips started to buck. “Come for me, Lori!” I entreated her. “Come for Mommy!”

And she did. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy resonated through her tiny body.

After she came down from the heights of passion, Lori immediately started undressing me. I helped her by kicking off my jeans, as she was transfixed with removing my camisole as slowly as she could, delighting in my long dark nipples being exposed for her to play with. She cupped, prodded, and cradled my tits with both hands, then took a nipple into her hot wet mouth. Seeing her suckle my breast for the first time since she was an infant almost made me come right then and there.

She alternated between breasts for a while, then moved down the bed to take off my panties. I know that she’d had a good look at my shaved pussy just this past Saturday, but now she looked at it and studied it like she’d never seen anything like it before. My cunt lips were fully distended, and my clitoris was fully erect and craving attention. Just as she did with my nipple, Lori took my clit into her mouth and began sucking on it. I was nearing my own orgasm as she stopped, opting instead to take my hard clit between two fingers and stroke it, as if she was jerking off a cock.

Ready to get off in a big way, and realizing that all it would take for me to come was to dwell on the thought of my eight-year-old making love to me, I started to direct the action.

“Stick your finger in my pussy, Lori. Oh God, that feels so good. Oh Lori, oh sweetie, yes. Oh God, stick more fingers in me, Lori. Oh God, yes yes yes, push your little hand all the way into my cunt. Oh yeah. Oh fuck!”

Lori was fisting me to within an inch of my life. The sight of her tiny hand buried all the way in my dripping cunt was something else. I maneuvered myself over her as she continued to work so I could control the rhythm of her thrusts.

My little girl fist-fucked me hard and deep. It was so good that everything that was bottled up inside my mind came pouring from my mouth.

“Oh God Lori, fuck your mommy! Fuck Mommy good! Make me come! MAKE MOMMY COME! Oh God, you’re so fucking sexy, Lori!” I gazed down at her face, and my little girl was smiling from ear to ear. She is such a precious child, and I would’ve told her that right then and there, but I was too locked into the eternal now of orgasm. I surrendered to the feelings that went from my pussy and through my entire body as her hand slipped out of me, and, for the first time in many years, my pussy squirted — all over Lori’s chest and tummy.

“Mommy, you peed on me,” Lori said, without seeming to care much.

“No, sweetie,” I said as I laid next to her, “that’s not pee, it’s fluid that a woman’s body produces when she’s sexually excited. You’re the first person to do that to me. You’re a very good little girl and a very sexy lover.”

We laid down for what I thought would be for the night, but Lori spoke up again.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“Can you stick your fingers in me? I wanna come again.”

Touching her cunny, I found that Lori was indeed still wet and, as seen from her body’s response when I felt her up, she was good to go another round.

I opened her nether lips with my fingers, slowly inserting a pinky. She was soooo tight, but I knew she could take more, so I penetrated her again with my middle finger. God, she felt good, and let me know that I was doing it right by her ever-building moans and cries. I fucked her until she pleaded, “Oh Mommy, fuck me with your hand. Please please please.”

Not wanting to kill the moment with motherly advice, and not wanting to hurt her either, I continued to thrust my finger in and out of her tight pussy as I explained the physical impossibility of putting my whole hand inside her. Lori didn’t skip a beat, as she continued to another orgasm.

“Oh Mommy, fuck me Mommy. Oh Mommy, make me come. I’m g-gonna come, Mommy, yes!”

And between the sight of that finger buried deep in my little girl’s tight pussy, the cries of pleasure coming from her mouth, and her body convulsing as she yielded to another orgasm, I came myself.

Her sheets were soaked with our fluids, so Lori and I retired to my bed for the night, but not until we shared a sensuous hug and long kiss. I held her nude body and she held mine as we drifted off to sleep — much like last Saturday night, but this time I was confident that I would awaken without guilt and at peace with what me and my little girl had become: soulmates, best friends and lovers.

***

It was a couple of weeks after our special date when Lori’s sexual awakening became a bit of an issue for the two of us. The intimacy my little girl and I shared was the start of something very special in both of our lives. I would say that what we had was something only a mother and daughter could share, but really, it was much deeper than that, much more fulfilling, more natural.

Before Lori became my lover and I hers, I thought I had everything I needed in my relationship with her. I mean, it was perfect in my eyes. Now it felt more perfect than perfect — but as I soon found out, any early sexual awakening is prone to a problem or two.

It was the first week of Lori beginning second grade, and I got a phone call from her teacher. She told me that she’d caught Lori with her hand down her pants and masturbating while on the playground.

Oh shit, I thought to myself, and within the next minute, I could see my whole world crumbling before me. I don’t even remember what I said to the teacher or how the rest of the conversation went, lost as I was in a sea of paranoia.

I wasn’t concerned that Lori would tell her teacher about the nature of our relationship. You see, she and I had a very long talk about how special what we had was, and how it would be destroyed if anyone were to find out. No, what I feared was that Lori would be so embarrassed by getting caught masturbating that it might traumatize her sexually. I was frightened that she might not want to make love anymore, that our relationship would return to what it was before, Much as I adored my daughter, the idea of losing her as my lover left me feeling hollow and empty inside… and pretty much put me into full-on panic mode.

I feared that if I just told her, Don’t touch yourself in public, and left it at that, it might cause her to think of masturbation — or even sex itself — as a shameful activity, something to feel embarrassed about. So much harm in this world is caused by the perception that sex is dirty and immoral… and thus far, Lori had been spared those kinds of feelings. To her, sex was a thing of pure beauty. But by the standards of society, the special love that my eight-year-old and I shared was a detestable crime. I knew that someday, Lori would come to realize that. But not yet, not while she was so young and impressionable. Yes, I was panicking, but rational or irrational, I didn’t want to take any risk of losing what we had.

Thankfully, sanity prevailed. Somehow I realized that I was being paranoid, that the desire Lori and I felt for each other was much too strong to be cast aside so easily. Still, that left me with the problem of how best to approach my daughter about what she’d been caught doing at school.

Needless to say, I didn’t get much done at work that afternoon. I was so intent on coming up with a solution that I didn’t even turn the radio on during the drive home. I needed to concentrate. And I’m sure I must have seemed completely distracted to Lori while we were eating dinner.

Lori had finished eating and, after placing her dishes in the sink, she went off to play. I was finished, too (truth be told, I wasn’t very hungry to begin with), so I began to wash up.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn’t seen or heard from my daughter in a while. “Lori?” I called. No answer.

“Lori, sweetie?” a little louder this time. Still no answer.

“Lori, where are you?” a little louder still.

No answer after three tries — that was all I needed to spur me into looking about for my little girl. As I peered into the living room, I found Lori in her loose summer pajamas, watching some Olsen Twins show on cable. She had her top lifted up to her armpits and was stroking her flat chest with one hand, while the other hand was down inside her PJ bottoms.

I didn’t want to disturb my daughter’s private time, but what I saw turned me on so much that I chose to watch for a bit, lingering in the doorway. Lori’s attention was centered squarely on the Olsen girls, who, in this particular show were about nine or ten and wearing cute bikinis. I realized that Lori wasn’t just casually jilling herself — she was intensely aroused by the sight of these underage girls on the TV.

As much as I wanted to join in the fun, I realized that this would be a perfect opportunity to bring up my concerns about Lori’s behavior at school — well, after she came, anyhow.

Her breathing became rapid and labored, and I could tell she was about to come. She wriggled in delight, caught up in this newfound pleasure that she so obviously loved. Suddenly, as if hit by lightning, her legs tightened up, her body arched, and she moaned and sighed through what seemed to be an incredibly satisfying orgasm.

I entered the room, casual as can be. “Having some fun there, sweetie?” I said, as she tasted the juices that coated her fingers.

She turned a smiling face up to me, completely unfazed. “Oh, hi, Mommy, yeah…” she said, “that was a goooood one!”

“Yeah, those Olsen twins are cute, aren’t they?”

“Uh-huh! I like looking at them!”

“I can tell. Looks like you were having a really good time. So, does that mean you like them better than you like me, then?” I said, in a playful tone of voice.

Even though I tried to sound like I was teasing, I think Lori suspected that I was being serious, because she just looked at me sort of surprised, as if she’d been caught out. Try as she might, she just couldn’t think of what to say. Not wanting Lori to feel guilty, I smiled at her. She immediately understood that I was joking, and a big grin swept across her cute little face.

Trying to explain herself, she said, “No, Mommy, I like looking at you most of all! But Mary Kate and Ashley are really pretty. Um, I mean, you’re pretty too, Mommy.” Lori was digging herself a deeper and deeper hole, and it was up to me to rescue her.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I was just teasing you. I know exactly what you mean. What you’re trying to say is that the Olsen Twins aren’t better than I am, they’re just different, right?”

Lori nodded, relieved that I’d understood what she was trying to say.

“But I am curious,” I continued, “what is it about little girls that you like? Their breasts haven’t grown yet, and their bodies aren’t that different from what boys have.”

“Uh-uh!” Lori replied, shaking her head in disagreement. “No way! Boys are gross… they have those little thingies hanging down there! Yuck! Pussies are way prettier!””

We laughed.

“An’ besides, Mommy,” Lori continued, “Y’know how you like banana ice cream an’ I like banana ice cream? An’ how we both like scary movies? I like what you like, an’ you like little girls too, ‘cause you like me!”

She had me there. I didn’t have a clue for a comeback. Quite the manipulator, she is.

Seeing me speechless only encouraged her to continue. “But don’t worry, Mommy, you’re so pretty and your boobies are fun to touch and squeeze. An’ your cunny, uh, I mean pussy, now it looks just like mine!” She remembered from the few times we saw each other naked, prior to our new relationship as lovers, that I once had pubic hair.

“So tell me,” I asked, “what do you feel when you see a pretty little girl?”

“Good.”

“What do you mean by ‘good’? I mean, what do you feel?”

“Sometimes when I see a little girl, I sorta get excited, but not like a YAY excited, a different kind.”

This is great, I thought to myself. I needed to encourage her to talk more about this, to open up to me about her sexuality. “Different how?”

“Well, my cunny gets kinda tingly, an’ it feels like I’m wetting my pants. So when I put my hands in there to see if I did, it feels really good, an’ then it makes me wanna look at the little girl again, and then I wanna make myself come.”

“I know what you mean,” I replied.

“I know you know!” she replied, flashing me a very sexy and evil grin while she reached out and started to rub my pussy through my jeans.

“Stop that!” I teased back. Although I wanted her to touch me, I had to get this conversation back on track. “So, what do you do when, say, you see a pretty little girl on a playground?”

And very matter of factly, she said to me “Yeah, that happened today. I started rubbing myself, an’ my teacher didn’t like it. So I told her I wouldn’t do it anymore.”

I was proud that my little girl had responded in the right way, and for building up this trust we have in each other.

“Well, I’m glad you respect your teacher’s wishes. So you know not to do that in public, right?”

She nodded, and then added, “But sometimes it’s sooo hard not to do it!”

That’s when I got an idea. If I could provide visual stimulation for my daughter at home, maybe that would help her wait until she got home to masturbate.

“How about this,” I began. “What if I were to tell you that there are lots and lots of pictures of little girls on the internet that you can look at?”

“Huh?”

“If you had pictures of sexy little girls to look at on the internet, would it be easier to wait to play with your pussy until you get home?”

“Will they have bikinis on, like Mary-Kate and Ashley? Cause I really like seeing them when they’re almost naked!”

“Sure, there’s all sorts of pictures. Some are in bathing suits, some are in their PJ’s, and some are even in sexy dresses and underwear. And I bet you some,” and I drew her near and whispered in her ear, “don’t have a top or bottom on at all, and you can see everything!”

Needless to say, Lori started to squeal and jump up and down with delight. “Yes, Mommy, yes! Where are these pictures? I wanna see!”

“Okay, then. Mommy’s gonna go find some pictures of sexy little girls for her sweetie. Give me an hour, and I’ll show you what I’ve found.”

I went into my study and fired up my laptop. A few minutes worth of searching the internet, and I’d found several sites that had loads of pictures of nude little girls. I bookmarked these, and went off to fetch Lori. It was getting a little late, but it was a Friday, so she could sleep in the next morning.

She was sprawled out on the sofa. “Hey sweetie, I’ve got you all set up. Come with me!”

I sat Lori down in my chair, then showed her where the sites were in the favorites list. But before she could start looking, I had a suggestion to make.

“You know what I like to do when I look at hot pictures on the internet, so it will be even more fun to masturbate?”

She gave me a look like I was from Mars, and I realized that she didn’t know that word. All this time, it never came up, and if it did, the word mustn’t have registered.

“I’m sorry sweetie. The word is mas-tur-bate. That’s the real name for when you touch your pussy until you come. When I was young, we called it ‘jilling’. Or you can simply say that you’re playing with yourself.”

That cleared up, I continued. “Anyhow, when I know I’m going to have a lot of time to look at pictures and make myself come, I like to dress up in something sexy, like those girls in the Victoria’s Secret catalog in the bathroom. I know — we can do that tonight!”

Lori made a woeful face. “But I don’t have anything like that to wear, Mommy!”

“Let’s see if we can find you something,” I said, leading her to my bedroom and lingerie drawer, where I rummaged around for a bit.

“Here,” I finally said, offering her a hot pink see-through lace bra and a matching thong.

Frowning, she held them up. “Will these even fit me?”

They didn’t, not really, but I did adjust all the bra straps to their smallest position and used safety pins to take in the back of the bra and the g-string.

Stripping naked, Lori put them on, and even with the adjustments, they were all but falling off her body. My pussy was already getting quite moist in anticipation of the jill-fest we were about to have, and seeing her delicious eight-year-old body in lingerie, ill-fitting as it was, had me positively dripping. The fact that I could clearly see her perfect nipples and the smooth folds of her bald labia certainly added to my arousal in a big way.

I sent her off to the study to wait while I changed. A few minutes later, I appeared in the doorway in a short see-through white babydoll with a pair of white satin crotchless panties.

“Hi, sexy,” I said to my little girl.

Lori smiled at that. “Hi, sexy, right back!” she said in return, then pointed at my crotch, adding, “Look, mommy… you’ve got a hole in your panties and your clitty is sticking out!”

Sure enough, my large clit strongly resembled a tiny erect cock. And I was so wet that fluids were already oozing from me, running down my inner thighs.

Saving an explanation of what crotchless panties are all about for later, we clicked on to the first website.

Almost immediately, Lori started frigging herself. I almost said “Not so fast, honeybunch,” but it was clear to see just how aroused she was at all the pictures of scantily dressed little girls.

“Oh, Mommy,” she sighed, “they’re so, soooo sexy! I wish I could lick them down there, an’ suck their nipples, too. Think they would like if I did that?”

I almost came just from hearing her say those words. “Oh yeah, sweetie, they’d like that,” I said as my fingers found my wet swollen pussy. There would be time for the lecture about, But only if they say yes first, for later. For now, my daughter and I were in full jilling mode!

“Would you like to lick them, Mommy?”

“Oh yesssss,” I moaned, “Mommy would love to eat those pretty little pussies… mmmmmm, I bet they’re yummy, too. How are you doing, sweetie?”

“Oh God, Mommy, this feels so good… it’s lots better to touch my cunny when I look at these pictures.”

“Do you feel naughty, Lori? I like being a bad girl sometimes, don’t you?”

With that, Lori started fingering herself more vigorously. By this time, she’d shed the bra, and the g-string was dangling from one pretty little foot.

I continued. “Are you my naughty child? Oh, you’re so bad, looking at these pictures of these undressed little girls, thinking about playing wicked sex games with them… sooo naughty!”

“Oh, Mommy, I like being naughty!” my little eight-year-old exclaimed, still fingering her bare slit. I could hear the liquid sounds of her pleasure.

“Just wait until you get a look at this,” I said as I took the mouse from her hands and switched to a site where the girls were naked. I quickly navigated until I found a photo of a nude little girl, no more than six or so, with her legs spread wide. Clicking on the thumbnail, the image enlarged right in front of my daughter’s eyes.

At that point, I became all but invisible to Lori. She no longer addressed me, but addressed the little girl on the monitor directly. “You’re s-so bad,” she panted, “taking your clothes off so I can see your cunny. Mmmm, such a pretty, pretty pussy…”

I knelt down in front of Lori, took a deep breath, then went down on my daughter, licking her hole as she played with her clit. All the while, she continued to rant at the naked little girl on the screen. “Show me your cunny, yes… stick your finger in it, you, you naughty girl! I’m gonna lick your pussy, an’ then your bottom, too. Then I get to spank your bottom, ‘cause you’re naughty… sooo naughty… doing all those bad things th-that sexy little girls do…”

That’s all Lori could say — because by then, she’d built herself up into an earth-shattering orgasm. Her body tensed up and then began to shake. I held my little girl around her waist and continued to lick her slit as she came, her sweet little-girl juices flowing over my tongue and down my throat. Then all of a sudden, I was coming right along with Lori, multiple spasms rampaging through my wet, gaping cunt.

Needless to say, my child and I were spent. And we’d only gone through a small fraction of the pictures.

That night, we didn’t have the energy to get up and go to bed, opting instead to sleep in the study. The next day was Saturday, and that meant plenty of time to spend with my Lori and all her new internet friends.

I was thrilled. Not only had Lori and I found another dimension to our relationship as lovers, but I no longer had to keep my sexual attraction to little girls completely to myself, not anymore. My daughter felt that same attraction, and could share it with me.

***

A couple of months had passed since Lori and I had first made love. We were still fucking on a regular basis, and the two of us were deliriously happy. That was where things stood between my eight-year-old and me when I got a call from my younger sister Sandy. She was calling to ask if she could spend the weekend with us. It seems that her hubby was planning to go to the cabin for the weekend with the guys, and Sandy knew that she was going to just sit at home being bored, so she elected to come visit Lori and me.

Knowing that saying yes would come at the expense of sacrificing a weekend of lovemaking with my beautiful, sexy eight-year-old, I agreed anyway. I mean, what else was I going to say? I told Sandy that I’d love to have her.

Once I hung up, I realized I had to talk to Lori and set down some rules for the both of us while Sandy was visiting. We’d eaten dinner about half an hour ago, and I was about to fix dessert. I figured this would be a good time to break this news to Lori.

I called for her, “Lori, sweetie, let’s have some ice cream.”

Without hesitation, I heard the light pounding of her little bare feet running into the kitchen. She was wearing an oversized Bratz t-shirt — completely naked underneath, I knew.

“Sit down, hon,” I said, presenting my daughter with an ice cream sundae. “Know what? Aunt Sandy is coming over tomorrow night to spend the weekend with us!”

“Yay!” Lori cheered.

“But–” I help up an admonishing finger — “that means that you and I can’t be as open and free as we usually are.”

Lori lifted her head, thought for a moment, and then got this seriously disappointed look on her face. “Aw, Mommy, that means we can’t have our sexy fun together, huh?”

I shook my head. “No, we can’t, honey… too dangerous.”

She gazed up at me, her eyes wide. “So, Mommy… can we do it tonight? Can you lick my pussy? I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she cooed, her legs rubbing enticingly together.

“I don’t know, it’s getting late,” I said, half teasing and half-serious.

And at that, Lori pushed back her chair from the table, bent her legs and put her cute little feet on the seat. Her t-shirt making a tent over her knees, she slowly lifted the t-shirt up, and when it cleared her knees, she spread her legs wide. “Oh, Mom-my,” she sang in her teasing voice, “Look at me, Mommy…”

I was melting. “Oh, my little lover,” I breathed, “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Oooohhh, yes, Mommy… I want you, too.”

Then I got a wild, crazy idea. “How about if I… gobble you up!” I growled. I went and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge.

I told Lori to take off her nightshirt and lie on the kitchen table. Not knowing what she was in for, she was eager to try anything, knowing that this was her only chance for us to make love for a few days.

I slid her nightshirt up and off, then tossed it aside, then took off all my clothes, leaving us both naked. I shook up the can of whipped cream and knelt down on the floor next to her.

“Lie still, sweetie,” I told her, and as artistically as I could, I applied the whipped cream on her tits and pussy, making her coo with delight. And as I leaned over to kiss her, my right nipple got a dollop of whipped cream on it. Lori giggled, staring at my breast. So I offered my creamy nipple to her… and she immediately took it into her mouth.

I twisted my body around to lick my baby’s nipple while she nursed at mine. Her soft purrs and moans told me that she enjoyed this game, prompting me to lower my mouth to her cream-covered pussy. This wasn’t a time for subtlety, so I took her cunt into my mouth… licking and feasting on my little girl’s sweetened cunt. I probed her, fucking my baby with an eager tongue.

The combination of the sweet whipped cream and smooth little girl pussy was heavenly. Now sliding all over the table, Lori and I were soon coming like gangbusters.

After her orgasm subsided, we lay there until we had enough strength to clean up the mess.

Walking her to bed, Lori said, “Oh, Mommy, that was fun! Can we do it again after Aunt Sandy goes home?”

“Sure sweetie. Sounds like a plan.” With that, and a nice long French kiss goodnight, I put her to bed.

***

It was about eight on Friday evening when the doorbell rang. Lori ran to the door and opened it. Not bothering to say “Hi,” she just called out to me, “AUNT SANDY’S HERE!”

“Hey, sis!” I said as we exchanged a hug and a peck on the cheek. “So, it looks like it’s just me and you tonight — well, at least after Lori goes to bed,” I continued. “So, what would you like to do?”

“I don’t know. Nothing sounds like a good idea to me,” Sandy suggested. “I haven’t had a chance to do just nothing in God knows how long.”

I was game for a good evening of nothing, especially after the long week I’d had at work. We sat for awhile watching TV and exchanging family and friends news items. During a quiet spell, Sandy spied a couple of family photo albums below the coffee table. She grabbed them and started looking at the album that was full of pictures from our childhood Christmases, vacations, school and sports events – the usual photo album fare.

The stories and memories poured forth. There were laughs and tears, but mostly laughs. It was getting late and well past Lori’s bedtime, so I took a break and put her to bed. (When I laid her down, I teased her with a French kiss. I’m so naughty!) Sandy took the opportunity to put her pajamas on, and seeing that she was doing that, I decided to do the same, but I picked out something a bit more modest than what I wear when it’s just Lori and me.

“Those are cute,” I commented when I saw her pajamas, a flower-and-palm-tree-pattern matching blouse and loose shorts. “Where did you get those?”

“Shit, these are old. I bought them when I was on my honeymoon in Hawaii.”

“They’re still cute. I see you’re still getting pedicures too. I wish I could afford that.”

“It is a nice luxury,” Sandy said, and then looking down to my feet, added, “but your feet are pretty, even without the nail polish.”

We grabbed a couple of wine coolers out of the fridge and sat back down next to each other on the sofa, where we continued to look at the photo albums. It was becoming a really nice evening, because we’d never really had much deep conversation with each other as adults. I mean, we got along okay and all while we were living at home, but I went away to college at eighteen, then got my own place at twenty-three while Sandy was still sixteen. Those seven years were practically a generation gap between us.

So, the honesty was pouring freely that evening. And as the conversation continued, we found ourselves leaning into each other and bumping arms and shoulders in agreement. And I realized that I really didn’t have a real sister until that moment. It was a nice feeling.

We continued leafing through the pages of the album, pausing for these moments of closeness here and there as certain photos prompted. A couple of wine coolers each later, we came upon a Christmas morning picture of Sandy, only about twelve or thirteen, opening up some gift. She was wearing this robe that she never seemed to want to give up. I was in the mood for some teasing.

“Hey, look at this, Sandy. It’s that robe you always used to wear. I swear, you must have had that until you were twenty!”

“Hey, it was comfy! I loved that robe!”

And then, my biggest moment of honesty yet came out of my mouth. You see, I used to be pretty hot for my little sister. I don’t think I had ever admitted that to anyone, including myself up to that moment. I guess the feelings I had for Lori and little girls in general was just a “coming to surface” of a more latent feeling toward my sister that started when she was eleven and I was eighteen.

All of these thoughts ran through my mind at once. Why I’d had this attraction to her in the first place would be a self-examination that would have to be saved for later, I thought.

Without any thought or reservation at all, I blurted out, “I loved that robe, too. Do you know I used to look at your tits when you bent over? You never tied it very tightly, did you?”

In a moment of honesty of her own, no doubt encouraged by the wine coolers we’d been drinking, Sandy replied, “Mandy, the first time was an accident, but truth be told, I caught you looking at me and, well, I sorta got turned on by you checking me out. So, um, it wasn’t really an accident after that.”

With these confessions out in the open, we shared accounts about how each of us spied on the other and how that spying fueled forbidden lesbian fantasies. We didn’t want to wake Lori, so we started whispering all this as we learned just how much we had truly wanted each other.

What was special about our first kiss is that neither of us could tell who made the first move. We did it together. The kiss was long and satisfying, our tongues entwined in a wonderful and glorious dance. It was a sudden surprise, but then again, in our hearts, it wasn’t a surprise at all. Well pulled back, looked at each other, and in unison we said all we could think of: “Wow.”

There was silence for a bit, but not an uncomfortable one. Sandy broke it, saying in an upbeat voice, “So Sis, here’s the chance you have been waiting for since we were teenagers. You wanna see my tits?”

She didn’t wait for an answer; she just started unbuttoning her pajama top and then, before I knew it, my little sister was topless.

“Oh, Sandy, your tits are so beautiful. God, those nipples, they’re as puffy as I remember them being.”

They were, too. She was no larger than a A-cup, but they were really something. “Turn sideways. That’s it. Oh, wow.”

Sandy wasted no time taking off her pajama shorts to show me her pussy.

“Hey, we’ve got matching pussies!” I said. All inhibitions thrown aside, I stripped off my pajama bottoms and my thong in one quick motion and showed off my cunt.

“Ooooh, you shave too, don’t ya love it?”

We took a brief moment to compare, and we could see that our pussies were getting wet, just from being looked at to intensely. “You get really wet, too, huh?” Sandy asked.

“Oh yeah!” I replied.

And as I was about to go into greater detail, Sandy interrupted. Lifting my top over my head, she said, “Enough about our pussies. Let me see those big tits of yours.” I don’t know where she got the idea my tits were big, because mine were just B’s, Bigger, yes, but big? That was a bit of a stretch. Oh, well, let her think what she wants, I thought, as she tossed the top aside.

“Oh shit, look at you! God, you’re gorgeous. Those nipples are so big and so long.” Sandy said nothing more, but went right for them, pulling one of my nipples into her mouth and twisting the other with her fingers.

We quickly moved to my bedroom… and for the very first time, those years of pent-up love and lust between me and my little sister finally had an outlet.

As much as I loved Lori and loved to eat her little cunny, my first taste of a grown woman was something I’ll never forget. Sandy’s pussy was so soft and juicy, and being sisters, it seemed so familiar. Knowing my own cunny so well from years of jilling made eating my sister out feel like I was eating myself.

The only difference I could tell in the heat of the moment was that my clit was huge compared to hers (I mean, Sandy had it drawn so deep into her mouth I swore I could feel her uvula) and, much to my delight, I found out that my sister was a squirter. Her honey flowed down my throat, and I drank every drop.

Basking in our newfound way to enjoy sisterly love, I came out of our euphoria and suggested that we sleep in separate beds. After all, what would Lori think if she caught us?

The End

Note from JetBoy: This story was supposed to continue, but twelve years later, that next chapter has failed to materialize. Nonetheless, we think highly enough of this story to want to share it with you, incomplete or not.

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Ripples, Chapter 16

  • Posted on July 28, 2019 at 2:25 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Alice began to stir, her eyes reacting to the light from the early morning sun, her hand responding to the heat of another body. Memories of the previous night began to seep into her consciousness and she slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times before focusing on her younger sister Katie lying beside her, still dozing soundly.

A smile formed as she gazed lovingly at the supine form of the nine-year-old, recalling how those beautiful lips had kissed her pussy, the way that long strawberry-blonde hair had draped over her thighs. Alice had fantasized more than a few times about making love to her little sister, and last night, her wish had come true and then some.

She licked her lips, hoping to find a trace of her sister’s little honeypot, or her mum’s deeper, musky fluids. The faint taste, a blend of both essences, was still there — kick-starting the engine of her libido, which was humming along nicely.

Lying back, placing both hands behind her head, Alice grinned at the ceiling. It couldn’t have worked out any better. I’ve had Mum, and now Katie. Just Poppy left to entice into bed, and then we can have some real family fun. Wow, all four of us being lovers, how bloody awesome is that?

And then there’s Aunt Rachel, who wants me too — she already told Mum that! God, I can’t wait to do things with her and Bella. Oh yeah, and Cindy, can’t forget about her.

Alice carefully removed her hand from Katie’s hip, grasped the edge of the light summer quilt that concealed the girl’s nakedness, then gently lifted it away and folded it back to expose her sister’s bare body. Pushing herself carefully up onto an elbow, she paused to gaze at the rise and fall of the nine-year-old’s chest, which revealed barely a hint of the woman that Katie would one day become.

Reaching out to lightly brush one of the child’s nipples, Alice gave it a slight roll between her fingertips, all the while watching Katie’s face for signs of her awakening. Seeing no reaction, she leaned over to graze the pert little bud with the tip of her tongue. Katie made a stirring movement, then lapsed into stillness once more.

Alice bent down to lick the nipple again; this time, Katie squirmed slightly. Sitting up, gazing fondly down upon the slumbering girl, she couldn’t help but smile. Okay, it’s time for her to wake up.

Bending down again, Alice gently kissed her sister, then traced the outline of Katie’s mouth with the tip of her tongue, savoring a hint of the taste and scent of her own body from the night before, when she and her younger sibling had finally made love for real.

Now Katie’s eyelids began to flicker. As she became aware that something was touching her face, she came awake with a start — then her alarmed expression was smoothed into a shy grin when she saw the smiling face of Alice, looming above hers.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” cooed Alice.

Without a word, Katie flung both arms around her big sister’s neck, seeking Alice’s mouth with hers. As their lips and tongues slid together, Alice placed a hand on Katie’s chest, stroking the stiffening nipples with her thumb.

Reaching down, the older girl dipped between her little sister’s thighs — and Katie immediately spread them apart, as though a button had been pressed to open her up. She moaned into Alice’s mouth as a finger slid over her clitoris, then insinuated itself into the moistening cleft.

As she masturbated the younger girl, Alice broke their kiss, using her free arm to push herself further up the bed until one of her breasts hovered above Katie’s face. Her sister latched onto the dangling nipple and sucked greedily, like a baby taking its first bottle of the day. Now it was Alice’s turn to moan as Katie nibbled at the tender bud, then flicked it with the tip of her tongue.

It felt lovely, but Alice was impatient for more. There was a heat simmering beneath her belly that simply had to be dealt with. She disengaged from her sister, briefly looking down into the face of a confused Katie, who didn’t understand what Alice was doing — not until the older girl spun her body around to face the foot of the bed, straddled Katie’s face and lowered herself.

The youngster looked up to see her sister’s vagina from this new angle, descending towards her face. She smiled, now fully aware of what Alice wanted, moistening her lips in anticipation.

As Alice crouched on her haunches, she leaned back against the headboard and grasped it at both ends to steady herself, waiting for the touch of her younger sibling’s mouth. She didn’t have long to wait. Raising her head from the pillow, Katie eagerly placed a soft kiss on Alice’s slit, then extended her tongue to take a long, sweet lick through the juicy slit before dipping it between the puffy labia. Settling in, she began to feast on her big sister’s pussy, which soon began to drip honey into her mouth. As she licked deeper into Alice’s cunt, those thick fluids flowed freely, leaving warm trails down her cheeks.

Alice began to sway back and forth as she rode Katie’s face, glowing like a star with the happiness she felt. It’s like a dream come true, she thought. First Mum did it with me… now I get to be lovers with Katie, too. How amazing is that?

We have to get Poppy to be part of this, too. It’s got to happen. Mum’s not sure about that, but I bet she’ll change her mind when she sees her little girl naked.

These thoughts only got her hotter, made her want to do more than just let herself be licked, so Alice let go of the headboard and bent down, placing her hands on either side of Katie’s hips. Now her face was mere inches from the treasure she sought.

She bent her head to dip between Katie’s legs and mirrored the actions of her sibling, flicking her tongue up and down along the smooth opening, lubricating the outer lips until they opened like a flower in the morning sun. Delving in, she began to lap at the sweet nectar.

Katie’s legs stiffened and her hips started to twitch, but she continued to shower affection on Alice’s dripping pussy, determined to make her older sister come hard.

Before long, both girls began to shiver, their pleasure building until they set one another off in a mutual climax,  their voices joined in a duet of prolonged moans. Thankfully, these were muffled, since each sister had her mouth glued to the other’s pussy. Finally, Alice dismounted Katie’s face, collapsing by the younger girl’s side.

Hearts racing, the sisters spent a long moment recovering from their early morning workout, holding hands. Alice slowly turned onto her side to face Katie, who said, “Thanks, Ali… wow, that was the best wake-up I ever had.”

A giggling Alice leaned in to hug her little sister, then gave her a kiss. “My pleasure, sis. So, um, how do you feel about what happened last night?”

Katie closed her eyes for a moment as if she was taking a moment to bask in the memory of it, then said, “Oh my God, it was amazing. I will say, it scared me silly when Mum caught us. I thought she’d go bonkers! But then, when she started doing stuff with us…” The young girl shook her head in wonder. “Oh, Ali, It felt so good when she licked me. I mean, she even put her tongue in my bum hole! I thought I was gonna pass out for sure.”

“I know,” Alice said, nodding. “It was like that the first time Mum did it to me, too.”

Katie was silent for a moment, her brow furrowed, then she looked up at her big sister. “Um, Ali? Does this mean I’m a lesbian now, like you?”

“Well, not necessarily,” Alice replied, shrugging. “There’s no reason why you can’t have a boyfriend, if you want. And I might like to have sex with a boy someday, just to see what it’s like — mind you, I won’t want to anytime soon! Guess I just like being gay too much. Remember, Kitty-Kat, we’ve only just got started having sex… there are lots of girls we could do stuff with. Grownup women, too.” She flashed a sly grin. “Remember what Mum said about Auntie Rachel, how she’s making love to Bella? Well, Rachel told Mum she wants to do it with me, too.”

Katie’s eyes widened. “Wow, really?”

“Oh, wow, it got me so horny when I heard that. Ever since then, I’ve been thinking about Auntie Rachel, how much I’d like to play with those lovely big boobs she has. I’ve done a few things with Bella, but she was always too scared to let me go very far. But now that Auntie Rachel has taught her how, I bet we’ll be able to have proper sex.”

“Do you think she’ll want to have sex with me, too?”

Alice studied her sister. “Who, Bella or Rachel?”

“Both, I suppose.”

“Of course they will!” Alice replied, giggling. “Who wouldn’t want to get naked and play sexy games with my cute little sister?”

Beaming with delight, Katie seized Alice, hugging her tightly. “Oh goody! We can have a big slumber party. Girls and grownups together… and no clothes allowed!”

Alice shivered at the thought of that prospect. “Listen, Kitty-Kat, I need you to help me with something. You remember last night when Mum said she’d think about, y’know, teaching Poppy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I think we should help Mum make up her mind. She’s too scared to make love to Poppy, ‘cause she’s only seven, I guess. But I’m sure not… and I bet you aren’t either. Are you up for it?”

“Yeah, but how are we going to do something like that?”

“Okay, listen.” Alice quietly set out her plan to a rapt Katie, who nodded and smiled, quickly growing excited at the prospect of engaging in more of this new pastime.

After the plan was agreed upon, they both rose quietly and slipped out the door to pad naked along the corridor to their mother’s room. It was still a good half hour before Jessica’s radio alarm was due to kick in, and they hoped their mum wouldn’t already be awake.

***

Luckily for the girls, the events of the evening and a fitful night had conspired to keep Jess awake until the early morning hours. When Alice and Katie crept into her room, she was fast asleep, the closed curtains holding back the light of the new day.

The girls glanced at each other before Alice silently ushered her sister to the left side of the bed, then tiptoed over to the right. They looked down at their mum, the quilt pushed down far enough to expose her beautiful breasts, a hint of light perspiration making her skin glow.

Alice grinned, delighted to see that Mum had chosen to sleep in the nude. With a nod to Katie, the sisters gently gripped the quilt, then slowly drew it away from Jessica’s elegant form, uncovering her long legs and neatly trimmed auburn pubis.

Moving to the foot of the bed, Katie crouched low, awaiting her signal from Alice, who very gingerly climbed onto the bed next to where Jessica lay, careful not to make any sudden movements that might awaken her mother. Sliding closer, Alice was soon able to lift one leg over the sleeping woman until she had a hand and a leg on each side, straddling her mother’s body.

Katie observed Alice’s cautious movements, occasionally stealing glances at Mum’s pussy. It’s so pretty, she thought. I wonder if it tastes as lovely as it looks. 

Alice slowly lowered herself until she was lying on top of her mum, who stirred slightly; then the naked teen began to place gentle kisses around Jessica’s face and neck, occasionally dipping her head to flick a nipple with her tongue.

Alice felt Mum’s body begin to shift, responding to the attention the girl gave her sensitive nipples, to the soft lips touching the erogenous areas on her neck and behind her ears.

Jessica was slowly emerging from the depths of slumber, rising steadily to the surface. She’d been having a wonderful dream in which she was lying on her back — not restrained, but somehow unable to raise herself up. All around her were naked nymphets, stroking and kissing her nude body. And even though Jess knew she was coming awake, this sense of being pleasured seemed to persist.

She registered the weight on top of her, realized that it was, in fact, the body of another.

Jess forced both eyes open, only to be confronted by the top of a blonde head. At her movement, the head became a face, and Jessica gazed into the eyes of her lovely daughter.

Alice smiled, Mum’s nipple slipping from her mouth, and moved up to place a gentle but lingering kiss on her mum’s lips. Jess accepted and responded to the kiss, detecting a hint of something on her daughter’s tongue — something that, she realized, was the now-familiar taste of her younger daughter Katie’s cunt.

After a moment, Alice drew away. “Morning, Mum.”

Jessica smiled. “Morning, sweetheart. So, to what do I owe this lovely wake-up call?” Twining both arms around the twelve-year-old, she embraced Alice, cupping her daughter’s bum.

“Well, I did think about bringing you tea and toast, but thought you’d prefer this instead.”

“Mmmm, good job this isn’t on hotel room service options… or rather, it’s a shame it isn’t.”

Alice giggled. “Oh, I think I have something that madam will like,” she said in a mock posh voice.

With that, the young girl reached down to work a finger into her vagina. She withdrew it, then offered the sticky, fragrant digit to her mum.

Jess stared at Alice, then breathed in the familiar aroma before extending her tongue for a taste. Parting her lips, she took the offered finger into her mouth to suck.

As her mum’s eyes began to drift closed, Alice began to leave a trail of kisses down the woman’s body. The index finger of her right hand was still in Jessica’s mouth; now Alice slipped the left hand downward, seeking the now-familiar cleft of Mum’s pussy.

Alice slipped her finger between the juicy labia, penetrating her mother. She plunged it in and out for a few strokes, then pulled the other finger from Jessica’s mouth and slowly twisted her body around, lifting a leg over Mum’s torso, straddling her face.

Feeling the change in position, Jessica opened her eyes and was greeted with the most beautiful sight she could imagine right then: a young, juicy cunt slowly descending towards her mouth. A cunt belonging to her twelve-year-old daughter. My daughter, yes… now my lover as well.

Her face now within inches of Mum’s pussy, Alice nudged Jessica’s thighs further apart, making room for Katie to join her, gleefully anticipating her mother’s surprise. She’ll go mental, I bet. 

Jessica buried her mouth in Alice’s folds, eager to get at the source of the nectar that had ignited her taste buds. She trembled with lust as she licked at the dripping flesh, but quickly found herself craving more, wanting to fuck that beautiful pink pussy with her mouth. Stiffening her tongue, Jess thrust it deep as she could into the fleshy tunnel, causing Alice to cry out loud.

Her daughter’s fluids were flowing freely, and Jess did her best to capture every drop. It’s like a fountain of youth, she decided, and she attacked Alice’s cunt with renewed vigor, bathing it with snake-like flicks of the tongue, probing inside the vagina and sucking the sensitive morsel of the young girl’s clit.

Alice was so dazzled by the urgency of her mother’s oral play that she almost forgot about her sister, waiting patiently at the foot of the bed for a signal. Suddenly remembering her plan, her eyes shot open and she gave a quick nod to Katie, who crept up onto the bed, thrilled to be joining in the sexy fun.

Keeping low, Katie moved stealthily toward the prize that she’d been thinking about ever since last night: her mother’s pussy, the first grown-up vagina she would ever taste. She drew closer, then paused, fascinated by the difference between her sister’s smoother, less pronounced genitals, and the adult version just inches from her face. She noted the much more prominent lips and how they framed the dark pink orifice, which seemed to pulse as she studied it.

Suddenly conscious of the task awaiting her, Katie glanced up at Alice, who nodded encouragement, then dipped down to press a deep kiss into the glistening flesh of her mother’s cunt. She lapped at Mum for a moment, getting a good taste of the warm, thick honey before making way for her sister.

Katie shifted forward on her elbows until that beautiful pussy was within reach. Placed a quivering hand on either side, she used both index fingers to part the fleshy lips, gazing in wonder at the pink interior of Mum’s vagina, then the large nub of flesh at the top of where it opened up. That’s the clit, she remembered.

This was it. Tentatively bringing her mouth closer, Katie poked out her tongue, then licked the open crease from the bottom to the top in a single swipe, like gathering up melting ice cream from a cone.

She felt her mother’s body jerk, the thighs tightening around her face. Encouraged by the response, she delved deeper into Mum’s hot cauldron, using her mouth the way she’d learned to from Alice — licking inside the open slit again and again, pausing occasionally to suck on the clitoris. The heady aroma of her mother’s scent was stronger than that of her sister, and the taste was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

Katie was growing increasingly lightheaded, lost in the sheer naughtiness of what she was doing. Never in her fertile imagination, fed by the wide-ranging subjects of the many books she’d read, could she have dreamed of doing such a thing as engaging in lesbian sex with her own mother. Yet there she was, eating Mum’s pussy and loving it.

She nursed on her mum’s clit for a while, then paused, tilting her head to look up at Alice, her eyes filled with affection and wonder. Her big sister took advantage of the momentary pause, leaned down to meet Katie with a hungry French kiss.

Alice explored the nine-year-old’s mouth, then licked around her lips and chin, getting another good taste of her mother. Then she began to shake, her eyes huge as she rode Jessica’s face, getting the tongue-lashing of her young life. Mum had licked her before, of course, but never as ardently as this.

Sensing that her daughter was close to release, as was she, Jessica withdrew her stiffened tongue from Alice’s cunt, quickly replacing it with two fingers. She licked a path down to the crack of her oldest child’s arse, bathing the girl’s rosebud, then did her best to force her tongue into the tight pucker.

This was the trigger Alice’s body needed to let go — and with a tiny scream, she did just that, forcing herself onto Jessica’s mouth as she came, wanting that intruding tongue to penetrate her rectum.

As Jess became more aware of her own heightened sensations, her body registered something that didn’t make sense. She felt the touch and weight of Alice on her thighs, but also fingers that were manipulating her cunt. In that moment of clarity, she suddenly understood there were two sets of hands touching her. She tried to bring her legs together, only to realize that another body lay between them.

Oh my God, there’s someone else licking me!

There was only one person who it could be, but Jess had to see for herself. With one last kiss to her daughter’s minge, she pushed against Alice’s thighs, which were still framing her head.

Realizing that Mum wanted her to move, Alice dismounted Jessica’s face, moved to one side and laid down next to her.

For a few seconds, Jessica’s eyes wouldn’t focus, partly due to the dazed state she was in, teetering on the very precipice of her orgasm — but then she saw what she needed to. Sure enough, it was Katie who was going down on her. Even though she’d suspected as much, the idea of getting licked by her nine-year-old child was unsettling enough that, for an instant, Jess considered telling her to stop. But a mere moment later, her heart — and her cunt — saw it differently.

A surge of adoration for her daughter left Jessica feeling warm all over. How could I turn her away? Look at her, my precious little girl. Sweet Katie, she loves her mummy so well. 

Reaching down, she entwined her fingers through the girl’s strawberry blonde tresses. “Oh, Katie, that feels lovely.”

Katie glanced up at the mention of her name, the child’s mouth breaking contact with Jessica’s pubis. She gave her mother a shy smile. “You taste good, Mum.”

Jess stared back at her daughter, her body burning with the all-consuming need for release. “Baby girl, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Katie immediately went back to her task with renewed vigor, and Jess sighed in relief. Feeling a hand fondling her breasts, she glanced to her left, only to see Alice grinning at her.

“This… this was your idea, wasn’t it?” Jessica panted.

Alice neither confirmed nor denied, but the fire in her eyes made any reply unnecessary.

“God, you are such a wicked, wonderful girl. Kiss me!” Jess cried, reaching out for the teen.

Mother and daughter came together in a fierce, bruising kiss. Their tongues sparred and danced, and Alice purred with pleasure as she tasted her own cunt on Mum’s face.

Jessica’s climax was steadily drawing nearer — she could feel its pulse, throbbing in the very core of her body. Then it was upon her, hot and savage. She shook and thrashed about, and Katie had to hold on tightly to keep from being tossed to the floor.

As Jess approached her pinnacle, she released Alice from their embrace, snatching at the bedclothes with both hands. As for Alice, she stared in awe at her younger sister, who was still going down on their mum with everything she had.

Wow, she must be really good at licking pussy — going by Mum’s reaction, anyhow!

Wanting to see more, Alice moved down to get a closer look at what Katie was doing, just as Jessica came for a second time.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Jesus Christ!” Jess ranted, giving a final shudder as she lifted her hips up from the bed, dislodging Katie’s sucking lips from her clitoris.

Alice looked at her mother, in awe at her reaction. She turned to Katie and saw the same expression she knew was on her own face… eyes wide and mouth open.

Jessica’s chest heaved up and down as she tried to get her breathing under control. Finally she managed to speak. “Wow. That was… oh my, it was incredible. Are you sure last night was the first time you’d ever done this, Katie?”

Katie moved to kneel on the bed, still between her mother’s legs, embarrassed but clearly pleased. “Honest, Mum. Alice only showed me how last night,” she said, licking her lips. “Was I really that good?”

“Yes. Yes you were, love.” Jess looked at her eldest daughter for confirmation.

“I promise Mum, I’m just as amazed as you,” Alice murmured, shaking her head. “You went bonkers.”

“I’ll tell you this much, girls,” Jessica said. “When we all get together with your Auntie Rachel, she won’t know what hit her!”

Katie’s eyes widened. “Cool,” she breathed, exchanging a thrilled glance with her big sister.

Jess opened her arms. “Come here, both of you.” The girls scooted up to lie on either side of their mother, who gathered them in to kiss each in turn. “If I can’t stop my sexy girls from having it off, I might as well reap the benefits, too.” She turned to each side again, this time lingering to give each girl a deeper tongue kiss.

The girls smiled and looked at each other, then Alice took the initiative and bent to take her mother’s nipple between her lips. Katie quickly copied her sister, drawing a low moan from Jessica as she watched the girls pleasure her breasts.

Wanting more, Alice slowly traced a path down to Jessica’s belly and beyond, until she found her mum’s quim. She easily slid a finger into the dripping hole, then withdrew it to flick at the engorged clitoris before plunging it back inside. Repeating the motion, she began to fuck her mother. Catching Katie’s eye, Alice leaned across her mum’s body to kiss the younger girl.

Jessica watched, nearly overcome with a flood of emotion as her girls shared a sweet, warm kiss. The sight had her on the verge of tears. How lucky can a mother be, to have daughters who love each other so beautifully?

It had Jess thinking all over again about her littlest girl Poppy, wondering if her misgivings about involving the child in their lovemaking had been unfounded. What we have isn’t just about sex, she told herself. It’s also to do with closeness, with sharing… with love. Why shouldn’t Poppy be a part of that, just because she’s only seven? 

She’d want to join us, Jess thought. Poppy’s such an affectionate creature. Maybe the actual sex part wouldn’t be of interest to a girl that young, but the naked cuddling, the kissing, the caresses… 

Then again, maybe she would love having sex. Can’t say I’d be upset about that.

With increasing frequency, Jessica had been toying with the notion of making love to her youngest daughter, usually dismissing the idea outright. Lately, though, the prospect of exploring a new intimacy with Poppy had grown distinctly appealing — especially since the child had been wearing so little around the house of late, often no more than panties.

Then on the previous evening, in bed after making love to her older daughters, Jess had allowed herself to drift into a full-fledged fantasy of it, picturing herself stretched out before the naked seven-year-old, licking her baby-smooth slit. She didn’t go so far as to masturbate, but had felt the urge to.

I’ll have to discuss this with Alice and Katie, she decided. Right then, though, it seemed that they were about to commence another round of sex.

Breaking the kiss with Katie, Alice withdrew her finger from Jessica’s cunt and brought it, now coated liberally with Mum’s fluids, up to her face. Pausing briefly to inhale the scent, she offered the finger to her sister. Katie hesitated only long enough to glance quickly at her mum, then took it into her mouth, humming contentedly as she savored the taste.

This fanned the spark of Jessica’s desire into flame. Wanting to see her daughters making out again, she used her arms to urge them closer. Quickly sensing what Mum wanted them to do, both girls got into kneeling positions, reaching out to each other in a kiss that quickly grew urgent, their tongues meeting and mingling. Then Alice broke away to nuzzle Katie, tasting her mother’s essence on the nine-year-old’s face.

Levering herself up with both elbows, Jess propped her upper half against the headboard for a better view. As the girls kissed again, Alice manoeuvred her younger sister down onto the bed, her head near Jessica’s feet. Then Alice lay down on her back, facing in the other direction, then pulled Katie on top of her.

By then, Katie understood exactly what Alice was doing, and lifted her leg over to straddle her sister. Reaching up to take hold of Katie’s hips, Alice drew the younger girl’s bum down to her face, extending her tongue to lick a path through the juicy cleft, while Katie buried her face between her big sister’s thighs, surely returning the favour.

The sight of this lovely and utterly lewd act was too much for Jess. Bringing two fingers together, she thrust them deep into her cunt.

“Oh fuck, this is….” She couldn’t finish the sentence before a longing for something more took over. Using her free hand, Jess leaned across to the bedside cabinet, fumbling with the knob before she managed to yank the drawer open, then rummaged around in growing frustration until her hand found the prize she sought: the hard plastic tube of her vibrator.

She pulled it out, grasped the base to switch the sex toy on — but the harsh, growling buzz of the thing startled her, and she immediately switched it off. Jesus — it’s a sodding Stone Age relic. Why didn’t I get a new vibrator, like I meant to? This piece of junk is loud enough to wake Poppy.

She glanced at the door, suddenly nervous. What if she came in now? How on earth would I explain this?

Turning her attention back to the tangled bodies at the foot of the bed, she saw that the girls had stopped to see what she was doing.

Oh fuck it, I’m not quitting now! She’ll find out sooner or later anyway.

“Don’t stop girls; carry on.” Twisting the base again to fire up the toy, Jess penetrated her cunt with the buzzing plastic tube, then began to pump it in and out as her daughters returned to their task.

She sensed another orgasm building, more from watching her daughters than the thrusts of her plastic phallus. Her breathing became more laboured, and her body was shaken by little tremors that steadily grew into bigger ones. She heard muffled mewing sounds from her daughters as they, too, started to climb that peak of pleasure.

Katie reached the apex first, soon followed by Alice — their bodies writhing, mouths firmly glued to throbbing cunts, the girls’ nectar flowing. The entire lewd spectacle sent Jessica head over heels into a dizzying climax, and she clamped the left hand over her mouth to stifle a wild cry whilst the right hand snatched up a pillow, Jess burying her face in its softness while she screamed in ecstasy.

As she and her daughters all slumped in exhaustion — Jess resting against the headboard, Alice and Katie lying side by side, holding hands — the only sounds to be heard were their deep breaths, gradually slowing and becoming shallower until calm settled upon the room.

Katie moved first, turning to kiss Alice, relishing the taste of her honey on the older girl’s lips. After a minute or so, Alice turned to look at their mother, hands limp at her sides with one still resting on the pillow. Then her eyes were drawn to the white cylinder that still protruded from Mum’s vagina. She’d watched plenty of online videos where girls used such things on themselves and each other, but had never seen one up close.

Fascinated by the object, she sat up and began to move towards Jessica, who opened her eyes when she felt the bed shift. She gazed at Alice, then saw that the teen’s attention was elsewhere. Once she’d figured out what her daughter was looking at, Alice reached out and took hold of the vibrator.

Jess assumed that the girl was going to take it out, perhaps to sniff or even lick it. Instead, Alice withdrew the toy up to the tip, then immediately pushed it slowly back in. She raised her head to peer at her mother, a question in her eyes.

Jessica nodded, her heartbeat accelerating all over again. Jesus, Mary and Joseph… these girls are going to kill me with orgasms. She wouldn’t refuse her daughter, though.

Alice fell into a steady rhythm as she fucked Mum, her arm pumping like a piston. She occasionally paused in her strokes to twist the toy, or roll it around in Jessica’s vagina. Now and then she would use her other hand to spread her mother’s labia open, exposing the clitoris, then bent her head to lightly tease the inflamed nubbin with a few flicks of the tongue. This coaxed a moan from Jess as yet another climax began to slowly mass inside her, starting at the base of the spine and radiating outwards.

Feeling an urge to participate, Katie crawled up the bed to kneel at Jessica’s side, eager to make love to her mum, trying to decide how.

Jess already knew what she wanted from her little girl, though, and reached out to cup the back of Katie’s head, drawing her in. Katie thought she was being guided to those big, beautiful breasts, but before she could capture a nipple between her lips, Mum brought the child’s face close, their noses almost touching, then kissed her.

At first it was gentle, even tender, Jess using her mouth to communicate every bit of the love she felt for her daughter. But the hard fucking she was getting from Alice, coupled with the sheer kinkiness of what she was doing with her own children, sent Jessica’s lust soaring to unimaginable heights — and that raw desire began to manifest itself in her kiss.

Cupping Katie’s face, Jess allowed this heat and passion to consume her, kissing her little girl in a more aggressive fashion. Thrusting her tongue between the child’s lips, she fucked Katie’s mouth, hoping for an equally fervent response.

Instead, Katie broke away, staring wide-eyed at her mum. Noting Jessica’s surprised expression, the girl flushed bright pink and mumbled, “S-sorry, Mum. I mean… I’m still learning how to do, um, proper kissing. Alice only showed me last night. ”

Jess just smiled. “That’s fine, sweetheart. See, when lovers kiss, sometimes they get really hot and sexy with it. Here, let me teach you.” She pulled Katie to her, then whispered, “Once you get the feel of it, just do what I’m doing.”

As they came together, Jess shivered with excitement, astonished by how much her life had changed over the last few weeks. Who could have imagined that I’d take such pleasure in teaching my little girl how to kiss like a lover? 

She started by placing small, petal-soft kisses around her daughter’s mouth, her tongue emerging to flick at Katie’s lips. She began to lightly nibble, pausing to suck at the child’s lower lip, then allowed her tongue to seek entry, slipping into Katie’s mouth to explore.

Although this was still new to Katie, she’d seen enough kissing on the telly to grasp the rudiments how it worked. Now Mum was giving her a few interesting things to try, and she was feeling a strong urge to prove herself. Even if I’m just a kid, I can still be sexy.

Katie returned the kiss with fervour, her tongue quickly picking up the dance and engaging with Mum’s. She reached for a breast and caressed it, feeling Mum moan into her mouth when she rolled a fat nipple between finger and thumb.

Jessica was awash on an ocean of love and sex, so filled with emotion that she felt like bursting into joyous tears. What could be better than this? She was sharing hungry French kisses and getting fondled by her little girl of nine, with the twelve-year-old daughter down below, fucking her hard and nursing on her clit.

Poppy needs to be a part of this, she decided. This ought to be something the whole family enjoys. She imagined it with her youngest child there with them, right then, being loved by all her daughters. She’s got my nipple in her sweet little mouth, and my fingers are tickling her cunt…

It was all too much for her. Jessica’s body seized up, every atom of her pulsing with white fire as she came. She broke her kiss with Katie in order to gulp for breath, somehow retaining the presence of mind to keep from screaming.

Alice raised her mouth from Mum’s clit, but continued to work the vibrator in and out of the syrupy vagina.

The awed girls observed their mother’s jerking body, then stared at each other.

Jessica shook helplessly, caught up in the hot fury of her orgasm. Before very long, though, the heat began to dim a bit, then slowly fade into a warm glow. Finally, she lay limp and drained, drinking in cool lungfuls of air, her limbs feeling heavy as lead. She gave a happy sigh when Katie placed a gentle peck on her cheek.

As Jessica rested from her workout, Katie decided that she wanted to try this sexy grownup kissing out on Alice, and moved down the bed toward her big sister. Alice carefully removed the vibrator from Mum’s pussy and studied it, marveling at how she’d managed to get the thing so deep into her mother.

Noticing that the toy was glistening with her mum’s juices, Alice brought it closer, breathing in the familiar scent before poking her tongue out to lap at the plastic. Wanting to share, she offered the vibrator to her sister, who did the same. The girls passed the device back and forth, taking turns sampling their mother’s essence — then their eyes met, and the two siblings fell into each other’s arms.

By then, Jess had recovered enough to focus her eyes. Looking down toward the foot of the bed, she took in the wondrous sight of her nude daughters, sharing the flavor of her cunt between them before Alice dropped the vibrator, then claimed her sister’s mouth in a passionate kiss.

Jessica moved to join her daughters so that they all sat kneeling in a triangle, exchanging loving glances until Jess drew them in together to swap kisses, first switching between partners, then joining up in a lovely three-way tangle of tongues.

Eventually they parted, and Jess spoke.

“Well, girls, that was some wake-up call.” She took a deep breath. “I suppose that, after we made love last night, something like this was bound to happen. It’s clear there are going to be some big changes round here, but we can’t be having sex like this every day — especially when you two have to be going to school in a couple of hours. We’ve got to learn to control ourselves, okay?” She broke into a grin. “I will say, though, that watching my sexy daughters fuck was just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Alice quickly responded. “Y’know Mum, what would make everything perfect? If Poppy was part of this. I don’t think it’s fair to leave her out.”

“I bet she’d love getting naked and doing stuff with us!” Katie interjected. “I mean… how could she not?”

Alice continued. “Not only that, Mum… she could have come at any time last night or this morning, then you’d have a whole lot of explaining to do. And if she found out we were doing something like this and leaving her out of it, I bet her feelings would be really hurt.”

Looking deep into her eldest daughter’s eyes, Jess knew for certain that the girl was right.

How did my twelve-year-old become so perceptive, so wise? It took me days to work out what Alice seems to have sensed from the first. 

So, we all agree that Poppy should be a part of our lovemaking. How to make it happen, though?

Jessica slowly nodded. “Okay then, I agree with you. I’m just not sure how to get a seven-year-old girl involved in… in something like this. Any ideas, you two?”

Alice flashed a bad-girl grin. “Don’t worry about that, Mum… leave it to us. Me and Kat have a plan.”

“Oh you do, do you?” Jess said, arching an eyebrow. “And when, pray tell, did you work this out?”

“Just this morning,” Katie piped up. “Right before we came into your room.”

Fixing Alice with a knowing look, Jess said, “But you’d already been thinking about it, hadn’t you?” The teen didn’t respond, just sat looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

Jess threw up her hands. “Well, I certainly don’t know how to pull something like this off! I guess you’re the family expert at being sneaky, Alice. So, what is this plan?”

“All you need to know is that when we all get home from school today, you tell us you have to go into town for something. Come home about an hour later, and be very quiet when you enter. If things go the way they should, you’ll know what to do.”

Jess frowned. “That’s all I need to know? How are you planning to get Poppy involved in something like this? You aren’t going to tell me that?”

“Me and Katie are just gonna… teach her stuff,” Alice said with a shrug. “Y’know, Mum — like big sisters are supposed to do. It’ll be fun, and you know how much Poppy likes to have fun, right?”

Jess looked from one girl to the other, then back again. Finally, she sighed.

“Fine,” she said. “Let’s do it your way. But no pressure, all right? If Poppy doesn’t want to do these kinds of things, then you back off. Understand?”

“Mum!” Alice cried, aghast. Katie was visibly shocked, too. “I wouldn’t ever–”

“I know, sweetheart — I’m sorry,” Jessica hastily interrupted. “Forget I even said that. Guess I’m a bit nervous about… all of this.”

Just then, there was a sudden burst of music as the clock radio alarm went off.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Jess groaned. Falling back, she silenced the clock with a swat of the hand, then sat back up. “Now, you two, go get ready for school. No mucking about, mind. I think you’ve had more than enough excitement for one morning.”

Both girls leaped at their mum to hug her, then broke off giggling as they bounced off the bed and left the room, their bums jiggling in a most stimulating way.

Jess sat quietly for a moment before sliding off the bed and rising to her feet. Time to wake Poppy. She was about to take her dressing gown off the door hook, but a wicked impulse crossed her mind. She put the garment back on its hook and padded into the hallway, still stark naked.

Noticing how close Poppy’s door was to hers, Jess shook her head in wonder. How the hell did she manage to sleep through all that noise? We were lucky, I suppose.

She crossed over to Poppy’s door, hesitating for a moment to take a breath before slipping inside and walking over to open the curtains, not being especially quiet about it. When the room filled with the morning light, Poppy began to stir.

Jess smiled down at her little girl. “Hi, Poppet… time to get up.”

The seven-year-old turned towards the sound of her mum’s voice and, as her eyes became accustomed to the new day, saw a silhouette framed by the sunlight. Jessica moved around to the other side of the bed so that Poppy could get a good look. She made a show of picking up discarded clothes from the floor, fussing over them.

Poppy now had a clear view of her mother, and was astounded to see that she had no clothes on.

Jessica moved to the bed and bent low to place a kiss on Poppy’s lips, lingering just long enough to savor the little girl’s scent.

“Don’t be too long, sweetheart,” said Jess, and walked from the room.

Staring at her mummy’s bare bottom,  Poppy was struck speechless.

On to Chapter Seventeen!

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The Notebook, Chapter 1

  • Posted on July 26, 2019 at 3:36 pm

by Ebo

A lovely short novel from one of our favorite erotic authors: Ebo, the proprietor of the Black Lingerie story site… which you need to get acquainted with yesterday, if you aren’t already. This story takes its sweet time getting to the actual sex, but the journey there is steamy indeed. True connoisseurs of the genre will be ecstatic. Enjoy.

*****

“Can I talk to you a minute?”

Fresh off the school bus, Dana Harris had barely made it in the door when she heard those words. She saw her stepmother leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen. The woman had a glass of wine in her hand, looked like it might not be the first one she had had today.

Frowning, “About what?”

“Go put up your backpack. I’ll be in the kitchen,” she said, turning into the room.

Dana blinked after her, wondered what in the world she wanted to talk about. Shrugging, she went upstairs, dumped her backpack on her bed. She kicked out of her shoes, then headed for the bathroom. Business taken care of, she headed back down to see what her stepmother wanted.

Coming into the kitchen she saw the woman at the island, sipping her glass of wine. Dana came to a halt when she she saw the notebook with the fuzzy kitten cover sitting on the counter top, her stomach sinking around her knees. She couldn’t draw a breath past the knot of fear in her throat, and she felt hot with adrenaline.

“Have a seat before you fall down,” her stepmother said, coming to her side. Dana let herself be led to the center island, sat on one of the stools.

The damning notebook was right in front of her. She looked down at the fuzzy kitten and thought, The end of my life shouldn’t look so cute.

Her stepmother went to the cabinet, turned around with a second wine glass in her hand. She sat it in front of Dana, then poured about two inches of deep red wine. Dana looked at the glass, then at her stepmother. The woman only smiled, sat down across from her.

“Where do we begin,” she said, sipping her wine, “I guess we should start with the notebook.”

Dana thought she was going to throw up.

“You really needed a better hiding place than your desk drawer,” the woman said, pulling the notebook in front of her. She opened it and started flipping pages.

Dana could see the paragraphs penned on the pages and her shoulders fell. They were just too heavy with guilt to hold up anymore.

“Then again,” her stepmother said, still flipping pages, “I wouldn’t have known to look for the notebook if not for the snooper program your father had me install on your computer.”

Gasping, Dana finally met her stepmother’s eyes. As damning as the notebook was, her browsing history was even worse. She could hear the executioner grinding his ax.

“Lucky for you,” the woman said, smiling at Dana, “your father is a bit of a dummy when it comes to computers. I was able to fudge the reports enough to cover your tracks.”

Dumbfounded, Dana said, “My tracks?”

“Oh, you probably thought you were being clever when you deleted your browser history but that wouldn’t fool the program. Or even me, if I decided to snoop. What teenage girl doesn’t have a browser history a mile long on her computer?”

Her stepmother was still smiling, her tone friendly. It completely baffled Dana. Surely she had seen what she was browsing, must have read the things in the notebook. Why wasn’t she being yelled at? She should be in so much trouble right now.

“We’ll come back to that, though,” she said, then pointed at the glass of wine, “you can drink that if you need to. You look about ready to jump out of your skin if I said ‘boo’.”

“Drink it? It’s wine,” Dana said, looking at the thick red liquid.

Her stepmother only smiled at her, went on, “I was reading the report from your computer. I was a little surprised how many of the sites I recognized.”

Blinking, Dana parroted, “Recognized?”

She laughed and said, “You know, your father was convinced you were on drugs. You’ve been so secretive lately, caged off. He was certain you were getting high. I guess you were in a way, just on a drug of a different kind.”

“What are you talking about?” Dana said, frowning. This whole conversation had a surreal feel to it, wasn’t going anything like she had expected.

Her stepmother must have found what she was looking for, because she stopped flipping pages. Turning the notebook, she pushed it in front of Dana. Finishing off her wine, she got up and poured more into her glass. Leaning against the sink, she said, “One site in particular grabbed my attention. Can you guess which one?”

She shook her head. How could she possibly know which one of the websites she frequented her stepmother recognized? The fact that she knew any of them was a bit of a revelation. She wouldn’t have guessed the woman was the type.

“Lesbian Lolita,” her step-mother said, still leaning against the sink, “a collection of lovely stories about underage girls and their lesbian experiences.”

The phrase ‘lovely stories’ messed with her brain, spun around and around her head without finding purchase. Her stepmother thought stories about young girls having sex with other young girls or older women was ‘lovely’?

“There is this new author whose been posting stories, goes by the name Dfox,” her stepmother said.

Dana gasped, her eyes growing wide. Did the woman know? Had she figured it out?

“I’m quite fond of the stories Dfox writes. I’ve read every one she has posted,” the woman said, sipping her wine. “One story in particular always got to me. I must have read it a dozen times since she posted it. It is a sexy little tale called…”

“’The Next Door Neighbor’,” Dana said, reading the title of the story in front of her.

“’The Next Door Neighbor’,” her step-mother confirmed.

She’d never been drunk before, only knew the effects of alcohol from what she had seen on TV but she needed something now. Anything. She picked up the glass and took a healthy swallow, grimacing at the bitter taste.

Laughing, her stepmother said, “Don’t worry. The second one always tastes better.”

The second gulp was just a bitter as the first, but the warmth it ignited in her belly was nice. She found the courage to look at her step-mother, tried to read her expression. She didn’t know what to make of the curious look the woman was favoring her with.

“So you really are Dfox?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, waiting to see what happened next.

The woman ran her hand through her hair and laughed nervously, “Wow, this is so messed up.”

Dana raised her eyebrows questioningly.

Blushing, her stepmother said, “Do me a favor and finish your glass?”

“Why?”

“Trust me, you’re going to need it,” her stepmother said, finishing off her own.

Something told her to listen to the woman and she finished the glass in a few swallows. The fire in her belly was spreading and she was starting to feel fuzzy around the edges. She sat the empty glass on the table, frowned when her stepmother poured the last of the bottle into it.

She was only thirteen and thin, didn’t even weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet. One glass of wine was already going to her head. She didn’t think she’d need another.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I like your writing,” her stepmother said, sitting down, “it reminds me a little of another writer on the site, Penny For Your Thoughts.”

Dana gasped in surprise, hearing the name of her favorite author said out loud. She loved the woman’s work, had read everything she had posted. Penny For Your Thoughts’ stories were the whole reason she’d started writing in the first place.

She was flattered that her stepmother compared to the woman, even if she didn’t see it.

“Your stories are like the flip side of hers, told through the eyes of the girl instead of the woman’s,” her stepmother said, smiling at her, “the ying to her yang.”

“You really think so? I love her stories,” Dana said, blushing when the woman gave her a look. “She’s my favorite author.”

“Did you know Ann is actually my middle name?” her stepmother asked, wringing her hands nervously.

Frowning, Dana said, “No.”

“I didn’t think so,” she said, meeting her eyes, “I never use my first name, I think it’s goofy.”

“What is it,” Dana asked, getting the feeling she might already know. She just couldn’t believe it was true.

“Penelope,” she said, shaking her head. “My friends used to call me Penny, for short.”

It was a good thing she was sitting down because that little bit of information would have floored her. She stared at the woman, stunned by the turn of events.

“You are Penny For Your Thoughts?”

Standing up, Penny said, “Come on. I want to give you something.”

Dana got to her feet, giggling at how funny her legs felt. She followed the woman out of the kitchen and upstairs. She kept a death grip on the handrail, not completely trusting her balance at the moment. They went to the master bedroom and Penny opened the walk-in closet. Standing on tippy toes, she fished something off the top shelf. Dana saw it was a satchel of some sort when she turned back around.

Penny held it out to her, said, “Be sure to hide this better than you hid your notebook.”

“What is it?”

“My old laptop,” her step-mother said, smiling at her.

“You are giving me your laptop?”

“Well, you can’t write on your own, can you?”

“Write,” she parroted, more than a little surprised.

Laughing, Penny put a hand on her shoulder and slurred, “I’m a horrible stepmother, I know, but I’m a huge fan of your writing. I’ve been burning through batteries like crazy, reading your stories.”

That startled a laugh from Dana, and she blushed at the mental image it conjured in her mind. The thought of her stepmother masturbating while reading one of her stories was a little weird. It made her smile though, hearing her writing was being appreciated. Really, really appreciated, from the sound of it.

“Sorry, that was inappropriate,” she said, and Dana got the feeling she wasn’t sorry, not at all.

“It’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment,” she said, laughing.

“Good,” she said, nodding, “Go put that up somewhere and come downstairs. We have much to talk about, you and me.”

*****

Stretched out on her bed, Dana hoped the room would stop spinning. Her one glass of wine had became four, which was probably two more than she should have had. Still, she had to smile. She had just had the coolest, weirdest and most inappropriate conversation she’d ever had with an adult. She had gotten drunk for the first time. And she had met her favorite author. Not too shabby for a Thursday afternoon.

“Crazy,” she said out loud, giggling at how slurred her voice sounded.

She and her stepmother — no, Penny, as she wanted to be called when her father wasn’t around — had talked about stories they liked, about ideas they had. It had been kind of awkward at first, talking about such dirty things with her stepmother, but the wine loosened her up and she got surprisingly comfortable with the woman. She talked about her writing, how she found Lesbian Lolita, how Penny’s stories had inspired her to write.

It was a real bonding moment.

Giggling, she sat up and looked at the laptop on the bed beside her. She kind of wanted to write, but she didn’t think she had the motor skills for it right now. That thought made her giggle some more.

“I’m drunk,” she slurred, shaking her head. She never expected her first time being inebriated would be with her stepmother.

She pulled the laptop onto her thighs, opened it. Nothing happened when she tried to turn it on, the battery dead from being put up for so long. She set the computer aside, located the power cord and got some juice flowing into the old beast. It powered on this time when she hit the On button.

As she waited for it to go through its warm up process, she touched the keys, wondered if Penny had ever written some of her sexy stories on this laptop. It was possible; Penny For Your Thoughts had been writing for Lesbian Lolita for a long time, had a list of stories a mile long. It made her smile, thinking she would be writing on the same computer her favorite author had.

The computer was finally ready and she accessed the WiFi network set up in the house. A few minutes later, she was on the internet, heading for Lesbian Lolita. When the familiar pink background loaded, she felt her pulse quicken, as it always did when she was here. Checking out the new story section, she saw her latest submission had posted.

A naughty shiver worked through her as she saw her handle Kfox on the screen. Her kinky little story was out there in the world for everyone to see, and that was thrilling. She wondered what her readers would think if they knew she was a thirteen-year-old girl.

Giggling, she opened her email account in another tab, not her personal one but the one she gave to Lesbian Lolita. Something had told her to be careful, hence the second email. The story had only been up hours but already she had three emails from readers. She smiled when she recognized all three, regular readers she loved to death.

The name at the top of the list made her heart skip a beat and her face flushed with excitement. The woman had started emailing her shortly after she started posting and they had become friends. Lately, the emails had become more than just friendly. They had been getting increasingly flirty, sexy. Dana was usually blushing by the time she finished reading them, her heart racing.

She wondered if the woman felt the same, reading the messages she had written. Was she turned on as Dana when she read the things Dana wrote?

She wanted to open that email first, but she made herself open the other two first. She had to smile and giggle excitedly as she read the praise being heaped on her by her fans. It was this kind of response that kept her returning to her keyboard even when the story had become mired down. These people were the reason she kept pushing until the story started rolling, again. She loved everyone of them.

Sending them a short thank you, she felt as light as feather. With that done, she moved onto her bed, put her back against the headboard. Looking at the last email on the list, she felt a shiver work up her spine. Taking a deep breath, she opened the email:

Hey kiddo. It’s your stepmom. Surprise…

“Oh, shit,” she said, her hand going to her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she stared at those three tiny sentences. She sobered up in a hurry as she re-read them, again, and just what they meant sank in.

The woman she’d been flirting with, been sending increasingly sexual messages to, the woman she fantasized about in the dark… was her stepmother. Her face colored as she thought about the things Penny had said to her, wanted to do to her. Then it turned even deeper red as she remembered all the thing she had written back.

There was more to the message, so she kept reading:

You are probably freaking out like I did when I realized what we’d done. I had no idea it was you. Not until I found your notebook. I don’t know what to say right now. I should probably say I’m sorry, but that seems like it would make it worse, somehow…

Dana ran her hand through her hair, nervously. She didn’t know what to think, her thoughts a jumbled mess. Should her stepmother be sorry? She had thought she was talking to another adult. If anyone should be sorry, it was her. She had lied to the woman, after all.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to pretend to be a woman and not just a girl. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to post her stories if she wasn’t an adult. When the emails started rolling in, she just let the readers assume she was an adult. She was a little shocked and amused by what people would say to her when they didn’t know she was a kid. Up until then, she hadn’t been aware of the filter adults used when talking to children.

Some of the things her readers said, she had to look up on the internet. She had learned a lot, maybe too much.

Biting her lower lip, she kept reading:

I need a little bit of time to figure out how I feel about all of this. I’m sure you do, too. We’ll sit down sometime and talk about what to do. Unfortunately, life doesn’t have a rewind button so we can’t go back to the world before I found your notebook, so we’ll just have figure out how to go forward from here.

PS: Love the new story. Hope to see more of the new girl.

That last bit made her smile. Even after all this, her stepmother had taken the time to read her new story.

*****

Sighing, Dana decided that the sandman wasn’t coming anytime soon. She had turned out the lights an hour ago and she was no closer to getting to sleep now than she had been then. Her mind wouldn’t switch off. Not surprising really. She had a lot to process after a day like today.

She rolled onto her back, stared up at the ceiling. The breeze outside stirred the oak tree by her window. She watched its shadow sway on the ceiling, the tree back lit by the street lamp across the street.

Right now, her thoughts were a tangled mess and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to sleep until she untangled them. Sighing, she picked one thought and started tugging, hoping the knots would slip.

My stepmother knows I write lesbian erotica, she thought, figuring it was as good a place to start as any. She had known it was a possibility, someone finding out. It kind of gave a naughty thrill to the writing. More than once, she had wondered what it would be like, getting caught.

It hadn’t gone anything like she had expected. No angry lectures. No groundings.

She had lucked out; her stepmother is as kinky as she was. What were the odds that the woman being Penny For Your Thoughts? Astronomical, Dana was sure. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her favorite author was sleeping down the hall from her.

Or lying awake like me, she thought, figuring that was probably the case. After all, Penny had just as much to think about as she did.

Like dominoes falling, her thoughts tumbled to her email tryst. Not for the first time, she blushed as thought about all the dirty things she had said to her stepmother. Would it be hard to look the woman in the eyes in the morning? She had avoided her after reading the email, but couldn’t avoid her forever.

Something she hadn’t thought of before dawned on her, and she felt a twinge of loss. There would be no more sexy emails. It had been fun and exciting, the exchange of naughty messages. More than once, she had masturbated while reading them. Now, that was over.

Bummed out, she sighed.

“I’ll just have to find someone else to send dirty emails to,” she said, out loud. She snorted, shook her head. She didn’t have the first clue how to start up that sort thing with another person. It just sort of happened with her stepmother.

Sighing, she gave up on sleeping. Her mind wasn’t going to let her. Reaching under her bed, she found Penny’s old laptop, pulled it out. She glanced at the door to her room, hesitated with the screen still closed. Finally, she gave in and opened it, figuring everyone else was probably asleep by now. The bright screen stung her eyes, and she had to look away until they adjusted to the glare.

When she could finally look at the screen, she opened her email account. No new emails. Sighing, she started to close out the window, then clicked on the last email from her stepmother. She read it again, clicked on ‘Reply’.

What do I want to say? she wondered, staring at the blank text box. The flashing cursor had her mesmerized. Putting her fingers on the proper keys, she typed the first thing that came to mind:

Is it wrong that I’m going to miss our email sessions?

She stared at that single sentence, not sure if she really wanted to send it. It was the truth, of course. She wondered how her stepmother would take it, if she sent her this message. Would she think Dana wanted to do something in real life?

Would I do something in real life? she thought, frowning. She’d never thought about her stepmother that way before. She’d been in her life for seven years now and, while she’d never be her real mother, she was family. Dana loved her.

Closing her eyes, she pictured her stepmother. There was no denying Penny was an attractive woman. She was a brunette, her hair worn long and straight, with beautiful blue eyes that seemed to shine in her dark complexion. Slender and leggy, she looked good in jeans or a skirt. Or just about anything, really.

If she wasn’t married to Dana’s father, it would be an easy question.

She looked at the Enter button on the keyboard, biting her lower lip. She lightly caressed it with her index finger, wondered if she dared to press it. Her heart raced as she put a little pressure on the key, but not quite enough to make the contact that would trigger the email to send.

“This is stupid,” she said, pulling her hand away. The right thing to do was to just let the email thing she had had with her stepmother die, to mourn its passing and move on. She knew that.

Sighing, she went to close her email and noticed she had a new message before she finger clicked the mouse. She didn’t save her draft, just opened the new email. It was from her stepmother, or, more accurately, her email handle, and it simply read:

Is it wrong that I’m going to miss our email sessions?

She gasped, her eyes wide. It was word for word what she wanted to ask Penny. She felt a flush of excitement color her cheeks and she smiled. She wasn’t the only one lying awake, missing what they had had.

Clicking in the reply box, she typed : Probably, ?. But I will, too.

Jittery with nervous energy, she hit ENTER and the message was sent.

Oh, God, she thought, shaking her head, I’m flirting with my stepmother!

*****

Her alarm went off way too early and she dragged herself mumbling out of bed. A hot shower woke her up, but she still felt wrung out. She had no idea when she finally fell asleep last night, only that it was late.

Getting out of the shower, she dried off, then wrapped the towel around her still damp body. She tossed her dirty clothes in the hamper, then left the bathroom.

In her room, she pulled the laptop from under the bed, opened her email account. Her pulse quickened as she saw she had a new message. She clicked on her inbox, sure it was from her stepmother. Her shoulders fell when she saw it was just an email from one of her fans. She’d never been disappointed by an email from a reader before, which told her how much she had wanted it to be from Penny.

She sighed, closed the laptop without reading the message, slid it under the bed. Straightening up, she made a mental note to find a better hiding place for it. She’d learned her lesson after her stepmother found her notebook.

Dropping the towel, she went to her dresser for underwear and a bra. She hesitated, turned to the mirror on the back of her closet door. Looking at her naked reflection, she saw she was looking more and more like her mother every day. Her mother had had an athletic build from running track in college and Dana was taking after her. Her legs were long and finally filling in, her hips more feminine and full, her belly flat and taut, her breasts small and high.

Seeing more of her mother in her reflection made tears sting her eyes. It had been almost nine years since the car crash took her away from Dana but she still missed her. She had been so young, the last time she saw the woman, but how she’d loved her. It made her heartache to see her eyes in the mirror, Dana’s the same shade of gray as hers. And her smile. Dana had the same effervescent smile as her mother.

Shaking her head, she looked away. She didn’t like looking in the mirror, wasn’t sure why she had just now.

She got dressed, messed around with her hair until she was satisfied, then headed downstairs for a quick bite of breakfast.

Her stepmother was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee. She glanced up when Dana came into the kitchen and smiled. She looked as tired as Dana felt.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning,” Dana said, going to the cabinet for some cereal.

“Don’t bother with that,” Penny said.

“Bother with what?”

“We’re going out for breakfast.”

“We are?” Dana asked, the box of cereal still in her hand.

“Um, yeah,” her step-mother said, running her hand through her hair nervously, “I called the school, let them know you were sick and not coming in today.”

“Why?”

“I think we need to figure some things out,” she said, blushing.

“Like the email last night,” Dana said, putting the cereal away.

“Yeah, that,” she said, with a nervous laugh, “among other things.”

Dana sat down across from her, said, “What do you want to talk about?”

Laughing, Penny said, “There is so much we need to discuss that I don’t even know where t0 begin.”

Nodding, Dana said, “I’m sorry I lied to you. About the email and who I was.”

“Yeah, me too,” her step-mother said, then grinned at her, “it was fun, though.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, smiling back at her.

“You said some pretty dirty things, young lady.”

Blushing, she looked away. Penny laughed and patted her hand. Looking back, she saw her stepmother was teasing. Her cheeks still red, she managed a sheepish grin.

“Then again,” Penny went on, laughing, “so did I. We got carried away sometimes.”

“Maybe a little,” Dana said, thinking, maybe a lot.

Penny’s laughter suddenly dried up and she frowned. Looking away from Dana, she asked, “Do you think I’m a horrible person?”

Surprised by the question, she said, “What?”

“I’m married to a lovely man,” she said, shaking her head, “and I’m sending sexy emails to a woman behind his back.”

“Oh,” Dana said, cringing. It was a betrayal of sorts, of mind if not body. She could see the guilt was eating at Penny.

Oh God, I’m the other woman, she thought, feeling a twinge of guilt of her own.

“Why did you? Send the emails, I mean,” Dana asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to tell you I liked your stories. Then we started talking and one thing lead to another… Kind of a cliché, I know. True in this case, though.”

“So, you’ve never done this kind of thing before,” Dana asked, meeting her eyes.

“God, no,” Penny laughed, shaking her head. Dana could see the truth of the statement in her eyes.

“Why did you this time?” she asked.

Penny looked away, blushing. She rubbed the back of her neck nervously, said, “That… how do I say this… we were talking, really hit it off… I guess I started having… feelings.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her heart racing. She understood, completely; it was how she’d felt, too.

“I’m so ashamed, Dana,” she said, looking down at her coffee mug, “I love your father. So much, but I let myself be tempted.”

“I was tempted, too,” Dana said, really without meaning to. She looked away from her stepmother’s gaze, her face on fire. She couldn’t meet her eyes, as she said, “I think I was falling in love with you. The email you.”

She heard her stepmother give a weary sigh, “I know. That made it all the harder when I found your notebook and recognized your stories. I had… romantic feelings toward my own stepdaughter. ”

Dana couldn’t help but meet her eyes, saw the truth in them along with a confusion of emotions. Penny looked about ready to cry, which brought tears to her own eyes.

“I’ve mucked things up horribly, haven’t I?” she said, taking a deep breath to get herself under control.

“A little bit,” Dana said, startling a laugh from her, “with some help from me. I’m the trollop that tempted you away.”

Laughing harder, Penny said, “Trollop?”

“Strumpet?”

“Let’s say mistress,” she said, shaking her head.

“Never been a mistress before,” Dana said, grinning, “I dig it.”

Penny gave her a funny look, then shook her head, “Maybe because I know now, but I think I should have guessed it was you all along. Some of the things you always say, they found their way into our emails and I remember thinking ‘Huh, Dana says that all the time’. I just never made that leap, thinking it could be you.”

“Like you said,” Dana laughed, throwing her arms out, “Surprise!”

“Sorry about dropping that on you in an email,” her step-mother said, grinning sheepishly, “I just couldn’t do it face to face.”

“Yeah, I avoided you all evening after reading it,” Dana admitted, with her own sheepish grin.

“Well,” Penny said, sitting up straighter, “we can’t avoid each other forever. We live in the same house, after all. I guess things are going to be a little different now. Can’t see how we can go back to the way it was before.”

“Guess not,” Dana said.

“So,” Penny said, standing up and pacing, “we need to figure out how we are going to go forward.”

“Okay,” she said, watching the woman pace.

“I guess first thing,” she said, laughing, “is I’m not going to tell your father about your writing or your secret identity. Maybe I’m selfish, but I enjoy reading your stories too much to do the right thing.”

Dana had to grin at that, “Wow.”

“In return, don’t tell him about my writing. He doesn’t know about Lesbian Lolita, and surely wouldn’t approve.”

“Okay,” she said, thinking Penny was probably right.

“Good,” her stepmother said, sighing with relief.

“What about the other thing? The emails,” Dana asked, shyly.

Her stepmother stopped passing, sat down next to her. Glancing sideways at her, she said, “I don’t know.”

“Can’t pretend it didn’t happen,” Dana said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I had a blast emailing with you.”

“I liked it, too.”

Her stepmother nodded, was silent for a moment. Finally, she said, “After I got done freaking out about realizing I’d been sending… well, you know what I sent… I was sitting at the table, drinking and staring at your notebook. For the briefest of seconds I wonder what if…”

“What if we didn’t stop,” Dana asked, her heart racing.

“Yeah, that,” she said, laughing.

“It wouldn’t be the same,” Dana said, looking at her, “it isn’t anonymous anymore.”

“No, I guess it isn’t.”

“Do you think…” she said, then her words dried up. She started to ask if Penny would still want to email, now that she knew who was on the other end. She changed her mind, not sure if she could take it if her stepmother said no. It hadn’t been a lie when she said she was falling in love with her internet friend. A hedge, maybe, but not a lie. There was no falling, anymore. She was in love with her stepmother’s alter ego.

Maybe Penny read the question in her eyes, or was just on the same wavelength, because she said, “You’re very beautiful, Dana. I wish I could say I’ve never noticed before.”

That last line made her grin, “Checking out your stepdaughter. Shame, shame.”

Laughing, her stepmother said, “You have read my stories before, right?”

She frowned, thinking about just what that meant. She blushed bright read when she noticed a pattern to a lot of Penny’s stories, said, “Oh.”

A smile at Dana’s expense kept tugging at the corners of Penny’s mouth and she had to look away. Dana could see her trying not to laugh, which didn’t do anything for her embarrassment.

“I never… did you… am I…” Dana tried to find the words to ask if the girls in Penny’s stories, the ones who ended up sleeping with their stepmothers, were based on her.

“Were you the inspiration for my stories?” Penny asked for her, her own cheeks coloring, “Not at first. It was my own experience with my adopted mother that sparked the stories. Then there you are growing up, becoming this beautiful young woman and… I never intended to do anything about these fantasies.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her mind reeling. She never suspected her stepmother had feelings like that for her, any thought of her past a packaged deal with her father. She knew the woman loved her, maybe even as much as a real daughter but never like this.

“Whoa, my hands are shaking,” Penny said, with a nervous laugh, “I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

Dana swallowed hard, wondered if she dared to admit she thought Penny was beautiful, too. She found her stepmother very appealing, especially now that she knew she was the woman behind the emails. Something was changing, her stepmother and the emailer slowly merging into one person. Dana was more than a little surprised how much she liked the person emerging.

“I… I think you’re beautiful, too,” she said, quietly. She couldn’t meet her stepmother’s eyes, even when she felt the woman looking at her.

Dana,” Penny said, softly. Her voice beckoned and the girl had to look up, meet her eyes. The woman’s soul was laid bare in those eyes and Dana could see longing, confusion, shame, and love in them. She had to look away, couldn’t. That look had her transfixed.

The woman finally looked away, breaking the spell. She shook her head, said, “We are way down the rabbit hole, now, aren’t we?”

Alice in Wonderland was one of her favorite stories and Dana smiled at the reference. “Does that make me the white rabbit or you?”

“It’s hard to say,” Penny said, laughing, “maybe we are each others’ white rabbit.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, shyly, Dana said, “Alice had some good times down the rabbit hole.”

Her stepmother blinked at her, then slowly a curious smile spread on her face. She gave Dana a weighing look that made the girl blush. The smile became playful as she asked, “Are you sure?”

“We are just talking about emails, right?” Dana said, her heart pounding in her breast at the sight of that smile.

“Probably,” her stepmother said, still smiling that smile.

Her galloping heart missed a beat, stuttered, then was racing even faster than before. She didn’t know if her stepmother was just teasing, or if she’d actually let something more happen than just emailing back and forth.

Swallowing hard, Dana managed to say, “I think so.”

“I need you to be sure, Dana,” Penny said, smiling at her, “if you don’t want to continue emailing, then we won’t. Or we can stop at any time, if you ever need to. It’s up to you.”

Dana took a deep breath and nodded, “I want to.”

*****

It was late and she should be asleep, but Dana wasn’t. She sat on her bed, her back against the headboard and her new laptop on her thighs. The bright display lit up the dark room.

She stared at the blank email box, her hands shaking with excitement. She was really going to do it, send her stepmother a sexy email. She’d been trying to work up the nerve to do it all afternoon, ever since they had gotten back from their lunch. A few times, she had started to, then chickened out. One time she even started to write something, then had closed the email out, too embarrassed to finish it.

“Okay,” she said, out loud, putting her fingers on the keys.

Hesitating, she didn’t know what to type. The emails had gotten pretty hot and heavy between them before she learned it was her stepmother she was writing to, but diving right back in didn’t seem right. Their relationship was familiar yet different, the same but still new.

Finally, her fingers began to move and words appeared in the box:

You know that little black dress you wear out sometimes, the one with the spaghetti straps and hardly any back at all? I love that dress and I hope someday I can wear something like it as well as you do. You always look amazing in it. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that before…

Re-reading what she had typed, she wondered where she was going with the thought. She had just been writing and it was what had appeared on the screen. Her fingers found the home keys again and she began to type:

I always wondered what kind of panties you’d wear under such a sexy dress. Maybe some lacy boy shorts or a tiny thong. Or maybe nothing, at all. To feel the cool breeze on your bare skin would be nice don’t you think and the chance of someone seeing you thrilling. It would be exciting, walking around wondering if anyone knew your little secret…

Dana stopped typing, feeling the first tingle of excitement. Her words were turning her on, the mental image of her step-mother in the black dress making her breathing funny. She went on:

I think I’d be so turned on by the time I made it home, so excited I’d just have to touch myself or explode. I wouldn’t even make it to my room, just close the front door and lean against it, pull the dress up around my hips and let my fingers have their fun. I’d rub my clit until I came so hard my knees gave out. I’d just sit there on the floor, my dress around my hips, stunned by how good it had felt.

She felt a flush of heat between her thighs as she became excited. She had two mental images battling for her attention, one of her stepmother leaning against the front door playing with herself, the black dress gathered around her full hips; and the other, an image of Dana in a little black dress, doing the same.

Maybe I won’t wear panties to school tomorrow. How thrilling will that be? The boys always try to sneak a peek when you wear a skirt. I’d be so nervous that one of them might see me, see more than they bargained for. How exciting that chance might be. I’d surely be so horny by the time I made it home, I’d have to run up to my room and finally do something about the heat between my thighs. Mmmm… I think I might not wear panties tomorrow.

Pausing, she tried to calm down. She’d worked herself into a state, had excited herself, trying to turn her stepmother on. She looked at the SEND button at the bottom of the email box, biting her lower lip. With a nervous giggle she clicked on the button, then wished she hadn’t. It had been a spontaneous action, one she wished she had thought out before doing it. She might have still sent it, but now she couldn’t take it back.

She stared at the ‘Your message has been sent’ message, wondered what her stepmother would think when she read it. A naughty shiver worked its way up her spine and she giggled, again. It was so wrong, sending that email. So wrong and so exciting.

“This was a bad idea,” she said, thinking she couldn’t wait to do it again.

She was too excited to go to bed now, her thirteen-year-old body thrumming with nervous sexual energy. It was the same thrill she got from writing, from posting her stories on Lesbian Lolita. Thinking about the site, she had to smile.

“Why not?” she said, out loud.

Closing her email, she opened the link to Lesbian Lolita, found Penny For Your Thoughts’ page. She clicked on her favorite story, one she’d read at least a dozen times. She glanced at the door, wished again it had a lock. Then again, she might not use it. It only added to the thrill, the chance of getting caught.

Giggling, she stripped out of her panties, tossed them aside. With a shiver working through her, she removed her sleep shirt and threw it aside, as well. Naked, she leaned back against the headboard, gasping as the cool wood touched her bare skin. Putting the computer on the bed beside her, Dana spread her legs wide and let her right hand slip into the junction of her thighs. With her left hand, she used the down arrow to scroll through the story.

The story started slowly but built into an erotic frenzy, with a climax that always took Dana’s breath away. Her fingers made lazy circles, her fingertips teasing her bud as she read the opening segment. As the story began to gather steam, her caresses grew faster. Soft sighs dripped from her slack mouth and her hips began to roll against her hand as she became more and more excited. Those soft sighs became moans as the sexual tension between the main characters of the story slowly ratcheted up.

By the time she reached the scene where the young girl finally succumbs to her stepmother’s advances, she was writhing in pure pleasure, had trouble focusing on pushing the down arrow to keep the story rolling.

This reading was different than the others. The characters in her mind’s eyes had morphed into her stepmother and her. Penny For Your Thoughts lovely prose filled her imagination with sexy images of her stepmother doing wonderful things to her young body, things that had her rocketing toward release. Her body was gathering tension, ready to explode. She was gritting her teeth to keep quiet, not completely succeeding.

She reached the brilliant climax of the story, felt her body stiffen even as the girl came in the story, pushed to the brink of ecstasy by her stepmother’s mouth and into bliss. Dana gasped as she orgasmed, too, shaking so hard her knee bumped the laptop, knocking it aside.

“Shit,” she gasped, laughing. She let her head lull back against the headboard as the feel-good endorphins began to flow. Her thoughts a little fuzzy, she still finished the story. She loved how it ended, the stepmother and daughter in love. Like a fairy tale, she thought.

She wondered if she was the inspiration for the girl in this story. Did Penny think about them living ‘happily ever after’?

Shaking her head, she closed the computer, pushed it under the bed. Not bothering to get dressed, she crawled under the covers, mindful of the damp spot she’d left and closed her eyes. She didn’t expect sleep to take her, figured it would be a while before she got some rest. She was wrong.

*****

Her stepmother looked up at her when she came into the kitchen for breakfast. She gave Dana a curious smile, looked at the skirt she was wearing to school. Dana could almost see the wheels turning in her brain and had to smile. She had read the email.

She got a bowl and a box of cereal from the cabinet, a spoon from the silverware drawer and the milk from the fridge and sat down across from her stepmother. The woman leaned in close and whispered, “You are wearing panties under that skirt, aren’t you, young lady?”

Winking at her, she said, “Why don’t you ask the boys at school?”

Onward to Chapter Two!

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Thinking About My Sister, Part One

  • Posted on July 24, 2019 at 5:13 am

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Not an especially dirty story, so don’t bother if you’re only looking for a quick masturbation fix. However, if the idea of helpless desire between sisters gets your motor purring, read on and enjoy.

*****

She blinked once, and then twice, not a word coming from her lips. I could only just make out Louisa’s presence in the darkness, but a moonlight reflection coming from the windows glinted across her pupils as we both lay there, motionless, the only sound, the wind outside, and our shortened scared breaths.

We weren’t scared of ghosts or murderers or phobias or witches. We were scared of where this was going, what we had done and the future, if indeed we had one. Everything was racing through our minds and the thoughts were paralyzing.

So here we were, two sisters trying to find the energy or willpower to move forwards but neither wanting to admit the truth. Life seemed so clear yesterday but today, everything had changed.

I looked down at her naked body lying next to mine. The night was humid and there was a warmth between us, something hot created by our pulsing emotions.

She looked incredible, the moonlight glistening over her tanned skin. The arch of her back sloped down to her thin waist and then up again to the roundness of her bottom, letting her figure form a landscape, silhouetted in the darkness.

My eyes continued to caress her body as they moved along her thighs and up to her breasts. Her nipples were standing out on top of her glistening skin and even in the darkened room her breasts showed every movement she took flowing through them.

I could smell her scent, the sensuousness of her natural body mixed with perfume. Her smell turned me on so much and I could feel a wetness starting in my own groin. She would almost certainly smell my excitement soon so I moved my legs closer together to try and delay it a little longer. My thighs slipping across with ease as a combination of my night sweat and excitement lubricated my skin.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. I knew what she wanted to say because I wanted to say it too; but neither of us could. If we said anything, then it would make it all reality. If we talked about tomorrow or yesterday, then today would become real and neither our minds, nor our souls would understand.

An amount of time passed, maybe minutes, probably hours. Did it even matter?

The morning was approaching, but the only thing I could focus on was the beating of my heart, pounding through my entire body. Maybe It was trying to talk to me, maybe hoping to give me some advice. But the language of the heart speaks in a tongue known only to itself and our elusive subconscious minds. Its continuous mumblings told me nothing except that I couldn’t take much more of this.

She reached her hand forward, sliding it along the bed with almost imperceptible slowness. Was she trying to reach out to me physically, or emotionally? We were only a foot apart but it felt like forever as her hand inched its way along. It was barely halfway, but my heart was racing. I wanted to feel her touch again, feel her sensual energy but something was stopping me. Maybe my conscience, maybe my lack of courage, either way I had to act.

“Please,” I said in a soft tone, my intonation suggesting I wanted her to stop.

She was looking down but the words brought her gaze back up to mine.

“But then why did you come in here, why…” She trailed off as she sensed my hesitancy.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Because part of me wants to, but I don’t think I can.” My voice was just a whisper and I was barely speaking.

“But… this morning?” Her eyes tearful now and her voice sounded like she was about to cry.

“This morning we shouldn’t have said what we did. I don’t regret it, but I’m not sure I could handle it. I’m worried what people will think. What the world will think. We should both forget about it.” As the words left my mouth I knew I didn’t mean them.

The look in her eyes was bringing me to tears too. How did we get here? How did we get to this point? Why didn’t we stop each other? Why didn’t we…?

The questions in my head meant nothing, they had no meaning because I knew the answers already.

We didn’t stop because we both wanted it, wanted each other. We weren’t drunk, we weren’t high, we can’t blame it on a lack of inhibitions. There is a word to describe what we both felt, why we did what we did, but neither of us dared utter it. The most magical and powerful word in the world, but at this moment it was a forbidden fruit.

I suddenly felt the touch of her hand on mine, our fingers interlocking and making our hands as one. I bit my lip as a shiver ran over my body. I wanted to stop her but I had no power.

I looked down at her hand but it hadn’t moved, it was mine that had grasped hers. Was my subconscious taking control? Was my emotional side doing something that my mind could not? I gripped her hand tighter as my conscious body followed where my emotions had led.

I looked back up at her eyes, her beautiful round eyes, my sister’s eyes, they were smiling at me in a way only she can. Her hand responded to my lead and gripped back. I could feel another heartbeat, this time through my fingers. My sister’s heart, beating faster than mine, and I felt a different feeling, something warm, something not unwelcome.

I smiled back and brought our hands up till they were almost touching our faces. This time it was her turn to act. She pulled gently, moving my hand closer, lifted her head just a fraction so our eyes met and kissed the back of it ever so gently.

I gripped tighter, instinctively reacting to her touch. Her lips caressed my hand and my eyes closed in response.

The wetness in my groin was increasing and I was struggling to hold back the pleasure. My resistance was weakening.

“Louisa,” I whispered as my mind drifted back to this morning. The feelings started to return and my will was not strong enough to stop them this time.

I drew our clasped hands towards my own face and returned the passion she had shown, kissing her hand back.

Was it going to happen again? Would either of us be able to stop it this time? My heart was racing so fast now I could hardly breathe.

She smiled, and I smiled and we both hesitantly pulled our bodies closer together. I raised my knees up towards my chest exposing my womanhood to the room behind. She must have been able to smell my excitement now but I didn’t care.

I closed my eyes again and decided not to think. My emotions were in control and my conscious mind had been rejected.

***

I was so looking forward to seeing my sister again. Over the last couple of years, as we had both grown up and moved into our own homes, we saw less and less of each other and in the last 6 months had only really spoken on the phone and even then just for a brief while.

It’s amazing how quickly 2 years can go by and yet the power of the words we spoke that day still stayed with me. I found myself thinking about her more and more the less we saw each other and wondering how long would pass before the next time.

This all changed though when she phoned up out of the blue a couple of nights ago and invited herself over. I was so pleased just to hear her voice but the thought of seeing her after all this time made me so happy I could barely breathe.

Straight after I hung up the phone, I started to get myself ready to see her again. I booked with the beautician and stylist so I could look the best for my sister.

I was filled with very mixed emotions. I was looking forward to spending some time with her after so long but also a little apprehensive about how we would be around each other. I wasn’t sure if she had thought about that day as much as me. Part of me hoped that she had, while the other part wished we never spoke of it again.

The following day went by so quickly as I counted the hours till she arrived. When the day came, my heart was pounding so fast it was almost coming out of my chest.

The moment arrived and there was a knock at the door. I bounded over to open it and when I saw Louisa standing there I couldn’t help flinging my arms around her and embracing her fully.

“Wow, Leah!” she exclaimed with a laugh in her voice. “Have you missed me that much?”

“More than you know,” I responded gripping her even tighter.

“I can see!”

I pulled myself back and looked her in the eyes with a smile on my face. “Come on in sis, I have so much to tell you and catch up on.”

I pretty much dragged her over the doorway and she just managed to push the door closed with her foot before getting pulled into the lounge.

We talked for hours about everything and nothing but neither of us mentioned the one thing we were both thinking about. The words we had spoken almost 2 years ago. The words I hadn’t stopped thinking about since.

It was after lunch that I decided to brave the subject, not knowing what response I would get so I kept it quite casual.

“Do you remember that time in the garden, when we said that stuff?”

She paused in what she was doing, waiting to see where I was going with it.

“I hadn’t thought about it for a long while,” I lied. “But then when you called up it reminded me of how funny it was. Do you remember?” Even though I tried to hide it, my voice had an uncertainty in it.

“D’you know, I hadn’t really thought about it. But now you mention it, I do remember. It was sunny, right?”

I knew instantly that she was lying, putting on a front.

I nodded my head, just looking at her.

“Yes, and you were giving me a massage or something?” She was speaking quickly and not covering up her emotions too well. She gave a poor attempt at a laugh. “God, yes, now I do remember, we said we loved each other. How crazy was that? We were so young back then.” She reached over to her water on the table and took a big sip and gulped it down.

Something came over me, some kind of force pushing me mentally forwards and I decided not to let it go.

“Yes, that’s what we said. Did you mean it?”

“Of course I love you, you’re my sister, but I didn’t mean it in that way,” she spoke quickly and then paused for a moment. “Why, did you?” She was looking me directly in the eyes this time, trying to feel for a response. Suddenly her whole face changed from a smile to something more, something deep.

I hadn’t even realized it but I was nodding my head in response. “I’ve really missed you, Lou.” I said as I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes and quickly wiped them away with my hand.

Her whole tone changed after my reaction. “Did you really?” She questioned, moving herself closer to me on the sofa and placing her hand on my leg for comfort.

“I don’t know, honestly. At the time I did, but it’s crazy so I tried to forget about it. Forget about you.”

She put her arm around me and pulled me in close, her own barriers starting to break down as well.

“I think I meant those things I said too,” she was starting to cry as well and her grip on me increased. “But this is crazy. This can’t happen. It’s not real, it’s just some crazy emotional thing, right?” Her tone was hoping I would agree, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to deny it anymore.

“No, it’s not,” I said, breaking her hold and bringing my head to look at her. “It might be crazy, but it’s real. It’s not going to go away and I don’t think I can bear not seeing you again.”

The words were flowing out of me and I was speaking without thinking anymore.

“Did you really mean it too?” I moved my head closer to hers so we were just a few inches apart.

She waited a long while before moving forwards and resting her forehead on mine as she spoke. “I did. I meant every word. But what can we do? It’s wrong, it’s just wrong.”

She was crying quite heavily now, we both were and we stayed there for an unknown time, not wanting to move or go anywhere else. It seemed like forever but the feelings weren’t going away, I could resist no longer. I raised my head up a little so our lips were practically touching and then pressed them gently onto hers. I could taste her tears as they rolled down her face. She froze and didn’t react.

We held that position for a while, our lips touching and not wanting to move, but then she pressed a little further onto mine and began to kiss me fully. My sister was kissing me, I loved her, I couldn’t resist, so I started to kiss her back, pulling her body in closer to mine and embracing the feeling. But I started to shake, the emotion of the moment was getting the better of me and I had to break it off, I couldn’t take much more.

I sat back, wiped the tears from my face and then wiped hers away too. She managed to muster a half smile but I could see the sadness in her eyes. Neither of us knew where to go from here.

The situation transformed quickly from passion to awkwardness and I really didn’t know what to do, how to react

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to take all this,” I said, getting up off the sofa. “I think I need some time, some space. I’m going to take a shower.” And with that I left the room and headed upstairs trying not to cry even more.

She watched me leave. I could feel her eyes on me, her sad eyes wondering why she’d opened herself up to me only to be rejected. But that wasn’t it. I wasn’t rejecting her at all, I wanted her so badly but some small ounce of willpower I had left was making me run away, trying to protect me from what might happen.

The morning became afternoon and then night and we didn’t really say much at all. We kept looking at each other, thinking about what to say but neither of us finding the words.

She was the first to speak after a long few hours of silence.

“I think I’m going to head to bed now. It’s so hot and I think we can both do with the rest.”

I nodded in agreement and watched her as she headed off up the stairs. I had set up the spare room for her next to mine and so I waited a good twenty minutes before heading up myself.

I did my normal bathroom routine and then walked down the corridor past her room. She had left the door open and I could see her lying on the bed, naked. She had her eyes closed and was perhaps already asleep.

I wasn’t sure what to do. Maybe she was naked because it was so hot, maybe she was naked because she wanted me to see her, to react to her invitation?

There was something inside me that just wanted to sleep but my heart wouldn’t let me, it wanted me to be honest with myself no matter what the outcome.

I headed off to my room to get undressed, but I never put on my pyjamas. My heart was taking over and pushing my head away. I walked back down the corridor, naked, nervous, not knowing what I was doing but acting on impulse rather than thought.

I walked slowly into her room and towards her bed, my hand reaching out for the sheets and lowering my body quietly down till I was lying alongside her.

When I looked at her again her eyes were fully open and I could see that she wasn’t sleeping at all.

We lay like that for a long while, neither of us speaking, neither of us knowing where this was going but not able to leave.

She looked beautiful. She looked incredible, lying there naked next to me and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop things this time.

***

It started two years ago. The day my heart skipped a beat, the day the seed was sown and the day we said the words to each other that we haven’t been able to speak since…

The house was empty, everyone had left early to beat the traffic and it was nice to have the place to ourselves for once.

The sun was beating down outside making everything hot, sticky hot, that deep summer heat which makes you melt no matter how much shade you get.

I wandered into the conservatory carrying two glasses of ice cold water, the cubes clinking together on the side with every step. My foot pushed the door to the garden letting it swing wide open and I tried to get through before it caught me but, as usual I wasn’t quick enough and managed to spill some water onto my hand. The coolness of the liquid felt like heaven in the heat so I jerked the glass onto my other hand to balance out the sensations.

Louisa was laying on the sun lounger soaking up the heat. She had her bikini on, and it was the in-thing now to have an unmatched set, so in accordance with fashion her top was light blue and her bottoms pastel orange. The combination really shouldn’t have worked but somehow it did.

She had an amazing body and I was always jealous of how she looked. I think that’s just a sisterly thing though as she was always complimenting me on mine and saying how amazing I looked too. I guess you always see what you don’t have in someone else, but in fact we were actually very similar indeed.

She was 18 and I was 1 year older, almost to the day. She was the brunette to my blonde and we were both about the same height. Her breasts were 34C, same as mine and we actually looked very similar in body shape and fitness as we spent a lot of time doing the same things.

Over the years we had become so close and shared so many experiences, good and bad which had built up an emotional bond between us that was unbreakable.

“Leah,” my sister called out to me. She had turned her head and was looking over from the top of her sunglasses.

“Coming!” I shouted as I sped up my step trying not to spill any more water.

“I wondered where you were,” she said as I handed her one of the glasses. “I’m melting out here. Think I might have to strip everything off!”

She looked over at me again with a smile and laughed when she saw my reaction.

“Don’t fret,” she said, responding to my look of concern. “I won’t really. God, I think I’d be more worried than you!”

And with that she turned onto her front ready to catch some more sun.

I’m not sure why I felt embarrassed, I mean, why should I? We’ve shared so much and I’d seen her naked many times before, but we were younger then. Her body, in fact both our bodies had developed so much over the last couple of years and we had gone from being girls to women.

We were both getting more and more sexually active and each of us had the odd boyfriend here and there but neither had really enjoyed sex with them.

We’d talked about it many times in each other’s rooms, wondering if we were both doing it wrong or if it was maybe just from a lack of experience.

We joked on one occasion about the possibility of us both being lesbians, but decided we should give it a bit longer before we went down that road, laughing our heads off.

Recently though I had felt more awkward around her, not wanting her to see my naked body and getting strange feelings at the thought of seeing hers.

One night the other week, we even slept in our pajamas in the same bed after a long girly conversation and I remember having some strange feelings come over me that I’d never felt before. When we woke in the morning, I could sense she was feeling the same but we didn’t speak about it and let it go.

I guess I just hadn’t seen her naked for so long and was a little taken aback how incredible she looked.

My eyes glanced down to the side of her breasts which were now squashed against the fabric of the lounger and as I continued to look along the rest of her beautiful body laying there I found myself feeling strange, nervous and apprehensive. What was this feeling? I tried to ignore it and sat down next to her.

“Can you put some lotion on my back, hon?” She motioned her hand down towards some bottles under the bed.

“Sure, no problem.”

I bent down to pick up a bottle which she’d hidden in the shade and as I stood up she was adjusting her bikini bottom, shifting it around trying to get more comfortable.

She had an amazing ass and her cheeks looked so perfect as they gripped her bikini thong tightly. I found myself wanting to touch it, to feel it in my hands. What was this all about? Why was I feeling this way? My free hand drifted down to my own ass and I found myself caressing it, imagining it was my sister’s instead.

I gave a little shiver, unsure as to what I was feeling and blinked a couple of times to shake myself out of the moment. I managed to bring myself back and knelt down next to her squirting some lotion onto her back.

“Ooh, that feels nice,” she said as its coolness soothed her hot skin.

I started to rub it over her back in a circular motion, using both my hands to work it in. I had done a few courses on massage and while I am no expert, I knew enough to make it feel good when I put my mind to it.

Her skin was so silky smooth and I began to stroke it, wanting to touch her all over. These feelings…where were they coming from?

I moved my hands up to her shoulders and used my fingers to squeeze into her neck muscles to release some tension.

“Wow! That feels even better,” she purred as my skills were perhaps better than I remembered.

I swallowed a couple of times before speaking so she couldn’t hear the breathless excitement in my voice. “You’re a little tense, sis,” I said as I worked the lotion into her shoulders and neck.

“I know. I think it must be the heat. It’s tightening up my whole body.”

“Just try and relax, and I’ll give you a full massage,” I said as I repositioned myself midway down her body.

The thought of being able to touch Louisa all over was actually turning me on. This was crazy, this was my sister! Why was I feeling like this?

“Oh, would you?” She breathed out some tension in her words. “I so need it.”

I didn’t want her to hear how much I really wanted to, so I tried to sound a little more easy going, but secretly my heart began to race. “Sure, but then you owe me, okay?”

She nodded her head and shifted her position a little to get more comfortable.

I started where I had left off on her neck and shoulders. She was really tense and I spent a while working the muscles back and forth till they loosened a little. I was moving my hands slowly and really enjoying the moment, loving the feel of her skin and trying to contain my excitement.

My hands moved along the curve of her back, my fingers running down her side and admiring her wonderful flesh as I slowly worked down towards her ass.

Whenever I touched her somewhere new she responded with her body, showing her willingness and enjoyment of the feelings.

I removed my hands to put some more lotion on, and as I rubbed them together to warm up the liquid I could feel my heart trying to jump out of my body. I was almost out of breath with the sensations that were coming over me and the thought of touching and caressing my sister’s ass. These feelings were crazy but I didn’t want to think about where they were coming from, I just wanted to go with the moment and let it take me over.

I placed my hands gently down onto her ass spreading the new lotion all over. I tentatively moved her thong strap a little so I could work my hands behind it. Her cheeks were gripping it pretty tightly, so I had to run a finger just inside them to bring it out. The warmth of her inner flesh gave me a shiver and I could barely contain myself. I continued to rub the liquid into her muscles, pressing a little harder to really work them.

She let out a small moan as my fingers explored every curve of her ass, gently probing where perhaps they shouldn’t.

“Does that feel good?” I asked with a little stutter in my voice that I couldn’t hide.

“Mmmm, wonderful,” she whispered as she tensed up inadvertently.

“Relax!” I said gently as I felt her whole bottom lift off the lounger as she arched her back.

“I can’t help it,” she whispered, lowering it back down. “The way you’re touching me, it feels amazing.”

I waited for her body to relax again before I moved my hands to where the curve of her bottom, met the top of her legs and pressed underneath to work the inner muscles.

Her legs were beautifully toned and so shapely that I once again found the feelings taking over me. I spoke, this time without thinking.

“I just love your body Lou,” I said as I ran my hands down her inner thighs, caressing the back of her legs and onto her calves. “It looks amazing and feels so good to touch.” I continued and worked my hands onto her feet, stroking the underside arch and massaging her toes.

“Mmmm,” was all she said again, getting lost in the moment too.

“I love making you feel good.” My words were suggestive with real emotion behind them

“You can touch me like that forever,” she whispered in an almost dream-like state. “You’re giving me shivers.”

I could hear some emotion in her voice too now and there was something building between us, something powerful but perhaps unwanted.

I continued to stroke my hands up and down her body, exploring her every curve.

I’m not sure how much time passed, but it must have been a while as I could feel my own skin burning. I’d gotten so lost in massaging my sister that I had forgotten to put lotion on myself and was now paying the price.

I worked my hands back up towards her neck where I had started and finished up with a few more movements before lowering my head down to hers.

I had to take a deep breath to bring myself back to reality before I could even speak. “How did that feel?” I asked, but already knew the answer.

She turned her head to face me and reached a hand up to remove her shades.

“Wow! That was just incredible. You make me feel so good. You actually turned me…”

She stopped short of what she was about to say and let her voice trail off, unsure of what it meant. The closeness of our heads meant I could feel her breath on me as she spoke and there was something incredible coming over me, over us both. Something was there and neither of us knew what to do with it.

I put my hand onto her back, rolling it down her flesh and across her ass, lovingly caressing the curve of her cheeks before returning back up to her shoulder. The next words I spoke and the way I spoke them even shocked me.

“I really love you.”

She paused for a long while, not knowing how to take it, but never took her eyes off me for a second. She swallowed deeply before barely speaking the words herself.

“I love you too.”

The world stopped. Nothing around us mattered except this moment, the look in each other’s eyes, the emotion in our words. The rest of the world didn’t matter because it would never understand.

We stayed there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, reliving the words we had just spoken.

My heart skipped a beat that very moment and the thought of what we had both just said and the meaning behind it became reality. I could tell she was feeling something different too, but neither of us could say a word. Our eyes were talking to each other, saying all we needed to hear.

This was a path neither of us had expected or even seen coming and one which we unconsciously decided to ignore.

We broke gaze after an unknown time and silently made our way back into the house to cool off, not speaking a word about what had just happened or what we had said.

Neither of us had spoken those words to each other since then, for fear of where it might lead.

That was, until tonight.

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Nudist Family, Part One

  • Posted on July 18, 2019 at 2:33 pm

by Tiger Kitten

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2007 }

To all outward appearances, the Beckwiths of 79 Hunting Lodge Road were as normal as could be. The head of the family, Anastasia, was a devoted mother and member of the community – involving herself in the PTA, the local church, and various civic organizations. The eldest daughter, Lily, was a pretty and happy fourteen year old who loved soccer, dancing, and got top marks in all her classes. The second daughter, Piper, was four years younger than her sister, but the two were incredibly close. Just an average single-parent family, it seemed.

Yet behind the doors of their home, the family had a secret.

It began on a tragic day when John Beckwith, husband of Anastasia and father to Lily and Piper, was killed in a car accident. The family was devastated, and the healing process had been slow. But now, after two years, they had recovered enough to begin to move on with their lives.

For Ana, the seed of an idea had germinated and was now beginning to blossom. She had been raised among a nudist family in her native Russia and had spent summers at a nudist colony in Czechoslovakia. Nakedness had been taught to her as a natural state of living, and to her it symbolized not only freedom, but a connection to her childhood.

That had all changed when Ana’s family had smuggled her out of the USSR to study English in an American university, where she met a talented young writer who would become her husband. Nudity was never a lifestyle option for her in the States. Americans were too self-conscious. Gradually, she had forgotten about it.

But now that John was gone, Ana saw a silver lining in the dark cloud of his passing. She could do something she had always dreamed of – raising a nudist family of her own.

The first step of the transformation began with buying a new house. Ana, Lily, and Piper moved from their old home in suburbia to a new house on the outskirts of town with one feature that she demanded more than any other – privacy. The driveway was at the far end of a bumpy, one-lane road that snaked deep into a thick forest. The house and lawn themselves were set far back from the road and could not even be seen from the street. A gate was installed that would prevent any guests from arriving without warning.

The end result, after Ana had spent nearly one hundred thousand dollars of the fortune John had earned as a best-selling novelist, was a home completely free from any prying eyes.

That was the easy part. The hard part would not only be convincing her daughters to live a nudist lifestyle, but to instill in them a belief in the virtues of going naked. When the house was completely ready, Ana knew it was time to have a talk with her two daughters.

It was a Friday afternoon. Lily was in her room, doing homework, when her mother knocked on the slightly ajar door and stepped inside, wearing only a bathrobe. “Could you come downstairs for a minute, please, sweetie?” she asked.

“Sure, Mom,” said Lily as she set down her pencil.

She stood up and followed her mother down the stairs to the living room. Piper was already sitting on the couch, watching TV. Ana turned it off, then asked Lily to sit down on the couch beside her sister. Ana sat on an ottoman, facing them.

“Are we moving again?” Piper asked suspiciously.

“No, honey,” said her mother with a laugh, “but I do have something very important to tell you about. Do you remember the story of how I came to this country?”

“Your parents helped you escape the country so you could have a better life,” Lily replied.

“That’s right,” Ana replied. “But there’s a lot about my childhood that I haven’t told you yet.”

After a deep breath, she began to tell her daughters all about growing up naked. The girls were clearly stunned, but listened quietly as their mother shared the true nature of her past. She told them how wonderful it had been and what a happy childhood she’d had. Nudism had been a wonderful lifestyle, she claimed, although the girls seemed a bit skeptical.

“Which brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about…”

Neither girl spoke.

“From this moment on, I want to go back to living as a nudist.”

With that, Ana rose to her feet, and undid the sash of her robe. She shrugged it off and the garment fell to the floor. She now stood in front of her two daughters, totally naked. Her long, chestnut-colored hair flowed down to her shoulders. Her skin was a creamy white. Her D-cup breasts were still firm despite breast-feeding two babies. A trim bush of pubic hair crowned her vagina. She sat back down and both girls looked away, embarrassed.

“Look at me,” she said firmly. “Both of you.”

Finally, the two girls both looked at their nude mother. “I don’t want you to feel ashamed of your own body or anyone else’s. The human body is perfect and beautiful, and nudity is its natural state.”

“This all seems so… weird,” said Lily.

“I know, honey,” replied her mother, “but you’ll get used to it.”

Lily shook her head in disbelief. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to seeing you walk around naked all day.”

Ana smiled. “You won’t mind it once you’re walking around naked all day, too.”

“Me?” cried Lily.

“What?” said Piper, at the same instant.

“We are a family,” said Ana firmly, “and it’s only right that we all make this change together. Understand this, girls: this will no longer be a clothing-optional house. It will be a nudity-required house. I’ve decided to give you both a month to adjust but, after that, clothes will not be worn in our home.”

“Mom!” Lily exclaimed. “You… you can’t be serious!”

“I am completely serious, sweetie. I’m not doing this to embarrass you. I’m doing it because I love you.”

“What about… going to school and stuff?” Piper piped up.

“You can wear clothes outside, of course, but that’s all. When you’re home, the clothes come off. That’s the rule. If I see either of you dressed anywhere except the foyer or while you’re getting ready to go out, you’ll be grounded for a month. And you will spend every day of that month naked.”

“What if people are here?” Lily demanded. “Do we have to be naked around them, too?”

Ana shook her head. “No, honey. We can’t let anyone know about this. They wouldn’t understand. But I have a system worked out for that.”

She explained her plan for how to deal with guests. Because of the gate, no one could enter the property without the code or permission to enter. Therefore, she and the girls could be nude inside the house and even in the yard or by the pool without anyone seeing. If guests did show up, they could quickly get dressed before they reached the front door, and no one would know the difference. “And if there is a car in the driveway that’s not mine when you get home, you’ll know it’s not safe to undress when you get inside. Make sense?”

Both girls nodded.

“So, as I said, you’ll both have one month to adjust. Thirty days from now, I want you both naked round the clock.”

“I don’t need a month,” cooed Piper. “I think it sounds fun!”

With that, the ten-year-old hopped off the couch and began to undress. She peeled off the green-spaghetti-strap sundress she had been wearing and dropped it on the floor. Like her mother, she had long, dark hair and alabaster skin. Unlike her mother, however, her chest was completely flat and lacked any hint of breasts. She then pulled down her white cotton panties and kicked them aside. Then she spun around, involuntarily giving her mother and sister glimpses of her cute bottom and hairless slit.

“Socks, too, honey,” her mother said gently.

Piper quickly sat back down on the couch and removed her socks. Now she was as bare as her mother. “Look, Mommy!” she exclaimed happily. “I’m a nudist!”

“You sure are!” Ana replied. “Come give Mommy a big hug.”

Piper ran into Ana’s open arms. Mother and daughter hugged warmly, even kissed one another on the lips. Then they both turned to face Lily.

“What do you say, Lily?” Ana asked. “Do you need the month to wait… or do you feel ready to try it now?”

“I… I don’t know…” Lily said softly.

“I know it seems weird to you now, but just give it a chance. You’ll love it, I promise.”

Lily slowly rose to her feet. She pulled her sky blue t-shirt off over her head and set it down on the couch. Then she sat back down to remove her shoes and socks. That done, she stood up again and unbuttoned the fly of her jeans. She slid them down to her ankles and stepped out. Now she wore only a matching black bra and panties. She froze, afraid to continue.

“You’re almost there,” Ana said encouragingly. “Come on, baby.”

Finally, Lily reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It fell away slowly, revealing a pair of perfectly sculpted C-cup breasts that looked lovely on her petite frame. Swallowing hard, she slowly wriggled out of her panties, revealing a light tuft of pubic hair. It was done. She was naked.

The moment she stepped out of her panties, something shifted within her. Her fears and her inhibitions vanished, and she felt strangely liberated. This was not like getting undressed to shower or change clothes. This was somehow… different.

“So how is it?” Ana asked anxiously.

“Wow…” said Lily. She stepped around the room a bit, then paused. “I think I could get used to this.” She suddenly smiled. “Okay, count me in.”

Ana grinned. “Good for you, honey!” opening her arms. Lily ran to her mother and all three of them embraced. 

*****

Within a few days, Ana, Lily and Piper were all completely used to living naked. The three girls cooked together, watched movies, played games and sat around for hours simply talking in front of the fireplace. The light of the fire served to illuminate the female body in three different yet equally perfect forms – child, adolescent, and adult.

Lily and Piper took to nudism more enthusiastically that Ana could have dreamed. They grew to dread having to dress for school, and felt less inclined to leave the house, since it involved putting on clothes. The three of them started to seek out activities that they all enjoyed that could be done at home, including jigsaw puzzles, painting and board games. Lily took up the guitar. They were all spending more time together, growing closer as a family.

Three months passed. The school year ended and the summer began. At last they would have the freedom and warmth to truly enjoy their new lifestyle.

As summer went by, the Beckwith women spent almost all of their time together. They swam in the pool and bathed in the sun. They went for long walks in the acres of forestland behind their property. Being naked in the woods felt like a return to some perfect, primeval state of being.

On weekends, they would hike into the woods, set up camp, and strip down. Then they would spend an evening around the campfire, under the stars. At night, they would crawl into a single tent and cuddle together to sleep beneath a single blanket.

This started a trend of sleeping together at home for the two sisters.

It started with Piper. One night, Lily stayed up late, reading a book on the couch after her mother and sister had gone to bed. Finally, growing too tired to stay awake any longer, she decided to turn in. When she reached her bedroom, she opened the door to find Piper lying on her side on top of the covers with her back to the door. Ever since they adopted nudism, Lily often thought of how beautiful her little sister truly was – like a naked fairy princess.

Lily sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked her sister’s cheek. Piper stirred with a yawn and opened her eyes.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Lily asked.

Piper shook her head. “I just don’t want to sleep alone anymore,” she murmured.

“Why not?”

“You know how we all sleep together with Mommy when we go camping? I like that better. It’s nice…”

“I think so, too.”

“So… can I sleep with you, Lily? Please?”

“Sure,” Lily said without hesitation.

Piper beamed. She sat up and hugged her big sister tightly. Lily’s breasts were pressed against Piper’s flat chest as they embraced. Piper kissed her big sister on the cheek, then on the lips, then on the lips again.

“Come on, babe… let’s go to sleep,” said Lily.

She lifted up the covers and both girls slipped underneath. Lily lay on her back, and Piper snuggled up against her for warmth, resting her face on Lily’s bare shoulder. The two were blissfully asleep in moments.

The next morning, Piper excitedly told her mother that she and Lily would be sharing a bed from now on. Ana approved, delighted to see how close her daughters had become since they stopped wearing clothes.

As time passed, the family became closer than they had ever thought possible. Giving up clothing had removed all barriers between them. After all, if they could be so open as to share their naked bodies with one another, what reason was there to be shy about sharing feelings? All three of them hugged constantly, loving the feeling of affectionate contact without the barrier of fabric. They often held hands while walking outside, or sitting together inside, or just when it felt right to do it. They kissed often, too. At first, they were just small pecks but, with time, their kissing became something more.

As Lily and Piper spent more nights together, they developed a ritual that grew over time. Piper would always go to bed first, since she got tired earlier. When it was time for Lily to come to bed, she would crawl under the covers, trying not to rouse her sleeping kid sister. It never worked, though. Piper would always wake up, then turn to her sister, and open her arms for a hug. Lily would squeeze her tightly, give her a soft kiss on the lips, and then they would fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Soon, one kiss before bed became two kisses. Then three kisses… then more.

One night, Lily and Piper lay in bed for nearly fifteen minutes, kissing over and over again, neither wanting to stop, until at last they went to sleep. Snuggling and sharing kisses for a long while became a regular event after that night.

Before long, Lily taught Piper how to French kiss… and suddenly the girls were tongue kissing every night before bed. It reached a point where Lily would go to bed whenever Piper did, giving them an hour or more to kiss in the privacy of their shared bedroom.

For Lily, there was nothing overtly sexual about what they did, and she never thought of it as inappropriate. She simply loved her little sister so much that a tiny peck on the cheek could no longer express the devotion she felt for Piper.

Piper felt much the same way although she did not think about it in complex terms. She adored her big sister and she loved their “kissing time” together.

Yet the bond between the two sisters wasn’t the only bond that grew stronger. As Lily’s love for her mother grew, so did her need to express that love in a more physical way. Although Lily wasn’t able to share the same lengthy kissing sessions with her mother that she had with her little sister, she still began to kiss her mother at every opportunity.

When Ana came home from work, Lily was there to help her out of her clothes, then greet her with a kiss. She would stand on her tiptoes and kiss her mother on the mouth before stepping away. Before bed, it was the same. She would say goodnight with a prolonged kiss.

Her mother never once complained or questioned her… so soon, Lily was coming up with any excuse to kiss her mom that she could. She would kiss her when they crossed paths going through the house. She would even wake up early just to kiss Mom goodbye before she left. The kisses continued to grow in duration until eventually Lily was kissing her mother a full ten seconds every time.

Ana was delighted with the love and affection her daughter was bestowing  upon her… but Lily’s kisses became so frequent that she finally decided to ask about them.

Piper was outside on the front lawn, playing with a brand new kitten the family had just adopted. Ana, meanwhile, was sunning herself by the pool. She asked Lily, who was on the deckchair next to hers, to get them both glasses of lemonade.

“Okay, Mom, be right back,” said Lily as she stood up. She leaned over her mother’s face and kissed her sweetly, then skipped into the house to fetch the drinks. She returned a minute later, with two glasses. She handed one to her mother, who sat up to receive the beverage. Lily leaned down and again kissed her mother on the lips.

This time, Ana tried a little test. She wanted to see how long Lily would kiss her before pulling away of her own accord. The kiss began as it usually did, with a couple quick kisses that soon grew into longer ones.

After nearly four minutes, Lily did something she had never done with her mother before. She opened her lips to allow her tongue to enter her mother’s mouth. Ana did not resist the gesture… instead she returned Lily’s affection, bringing her own tongue into play. Mother and daughter shared a warm French kiss that went on for a long while.

Lily set down her glass on the ground without breaking their kiss, then gently eased her body onto her mother’s lap, feeling her mother’s pubes tickle her bare bottom. She put her arm around her mother’s shoulders. Ana responded by putting her arm around her daughter’s waist, their mouths sliding wetly together.

After ten minutes of this, Ana broke the kiss. “Wow,” she said.

“That was really nice, Mom,” replied Lily.

“It was.”

“Do… do you want to keep doing it?”

“Actually, sweetie, I wanted to talk to you about all the kisses you’ve been giving me. I’m not mad at you or anything, but I’m a little confused. You’ve never been like this before and, let’s be honest, some people would find it inappropriate.”

“Most people would find us spending all of our time naked inappropriate, too.”

“I know, but this is a bit different.”

“It’s pretty simple, I guess,” Lily said. “Since we became nudists, it’s like we’ve all gotten so much closer. I love you and Piper so much. I mean, I always did, but I never felt that love so strongly before. Now it seems like just hugging or little kisses on the cheek aren’t enough to show how much I love you both. I mean, nudism isn’t just about physical nakedness. It’s about emotional nakedness, too. We bare our bodies to each other, but that’s really just a means to bare our hearts and souls to one another, too.” She suddenly looked a little embarrassed. “Um… that doesn’t sound stupid, does it?”

“No,” said Ana. “Not at all. In fact, I think that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard anyone say.”

“Yeah, right,” said Lily, blushing.

“I mean it,” said her mother. “But there’s one thing I don’t understand. You mention showing your love for Piper, too, but I never see you kissing her as much as you do me.”

“Well, don’t be mad…”

“I won’t be.”

“You know how Piper and I both have been going to bed really early. Well, we do it so we have lots of time to spend kissing each other before we go to sleep. We didn’t want you to know because we were afraid you’d be mad.”

“You two kiss… like we were just kissing?” Ana asked. “With your tongues?”

“Yes, but for longer.”

“Hmmm.” Ana pondered her daughter’s words for a moment. “Lily, don’t be upset, but there’s one more thing I have to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“You said that you and your sister kiss a lot at night when you’re alone… and I’m just wondering. Do you ever go… any further with her? More than, um, just kissing?”

“Mom!” Lily exclaimed, genuinely shocked by the question.

“I had to ask, honey. Don’t be upset.”

“It’s fine. No, we don’t do anything else.”

“Well, thank you for being so honest.” Ana lowered her sunglasses and winked at her daughter. “So… is there any more lemonade?”

“Um, sure.” Lily rose to get the pitcher. When she returned with it, she stood next to her mother for a moment, then finally spoke. “Mom?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Can I kiss you like that again, sometimes? I really enjoyed it.”

Ana thought for a few seconds. “I guess so, honey. I liked it too… We shouldn’t kiss that way all the time, though. Let’s save it for special occasions, okay?”

Lily nodded, grinning foolishly. “Okay… thanks, Mom. I love you.”

“Love you too, angel.”

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