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Pictures of Mom

  • Posted on March 24, 2019 at 2:04 pm

Author Unknown

From my mom, I get my interest in yoga, and my love of photography comes from my dad. He’s passed away now, and I’m twenty-two years old.

It’s hard to believe that it was ten years ago that Dad last helped me take pictures with my 35-mm SLR. He had an amazing eye and could find just the right view to make an ordinary scene come alive. Mom has been a widow now for a decade. Thanks to yoga, meditation, and a healthy lifestyle, at 48 she has the slim, flexible body of a woman in her twenties. When we go out together, people assume that we’re friends, not that we’re mother and daughter. Mom has long brown hair, brown eyes, small breasts and a slim figure, while I take after the women in Dad’s family — blond, green-eyed, with large breasts and behind.

People are sometimes surprised that I don’t live on my own, but I could never find a better roommate than Mom, or a nicer place than the house that my father built with his own hands.

Though I still live with Mom, I run my business, “Marina’s Studio,” from a space in an old factory that’s been cut up into smaller rental spaces — used for storage, car repair, a gym, and what have you. It’s typical of the repurposed buildings here in Southside Virginia. When I first started, I specialized in children’s photos and in weddings, and those lines are still my main activities; but a couple of years ago I got into glamour photography and then video.

They’re often women I meet at weddings, many of them bridesmaids and even some brides, who are happy to pose for pictorial sets that I can sell to internet sites. Since 2008 a lot of women have struggled with mortgages and other urgent money needs, and posing nude for a friendly female photographer is an unthreatening experience.

My studio is well decorated, full of plants and sunlight. I let my models choose the music they like, and often I light incense. Almost everyone who models for me says that it was one of their pleasantest moments. They come back again and tell their friends, and I’m now having to say “no” reluctantly to some women who want to pose.

There really are a lot of pretty women in this town, women who may not even feel sexy or seem that way when they are ringing up groceries at the supermarket or delivering mail or teaching school, but who can reveal their glamorous and sensual nature when they strip out of their flower-print dresses or their jeans. Most boyfriends and husbands are amazingly supportive. As one, a preacher, told me, “It’s an act of reverence to show the beauty that only God could create.” Amen.

As I said, women find it easier to pose for a woman photographer, but what is not easy for me is to resist temptation. When I got into this line of work, I considered myself entirely straight, but I have to admit that several times I ended up naked and gasping for breath in the arms of one of my models. It’s usually the first time for them twice over: their first nude shoot and their first woman lover.

I didn’t expect to become sexually intimate with any of my models, but in retrospect it’s not hard to understand — how can I watch a woman unbutton her shirt, shyly slip off her bra cups so that her stiff nipples emerge, pull down her jeans and then her panties — revealing a pussy that is sometimes bare, sometimes furry, but nearly always glistening with the evidence of their excitement — and not become aroused? How can I kneel on the carpet next to her, encouraging her to spread her legs and then her lips and to finger herself while I look through the camera lens at the pale-pink, moist clitoris that, at that moment, has started to swell — how can I do this, without feeling a wet warmth between my own legs?

I never make the first move. Never. I am a professional, and I think it would be wrong to take advantage of the vulnerability of a woman who has undressed for me with the idea that we will only make pictures. But when a woman, after a shoot, stands beside me while we look at the unedited results of the session on my computer screen and she leans her naked body on my clothed one and then puts her arm around my waist as her hair brushes my face, and then she kisses me on the back of my neck — well, I don’t push her away. And we do what comes naturally.

My mother always encouraged me in my vocation as a photographer, which started as a child and persisted through college, where I majored in art and design. When I started doing glamour photos, I was careful at first to show Mom only the most classic of my sessions: beautiful clean-cut women without tattoos or piercings and without any sexual action. I avoided showing her photos of my models masturbating, even though I encouraged them to do that, since it is so popular at the websites where I place my work. Eventually, though, I let my mother see the more explicit stuff, though I never let her know about my sexual involvement with any of the models.

Mom was slightly shocked, but not really disapproving. She was just amazed that I could find so many women willing to pose in our community, women she often recognized from the store, from church, or from the yoga studio.

She continues to do yoga; in fact she teaches classes in the evenings and on weekends. During the day, until a year ago, she worked as an accountant in the local parks and recreation department. The survivor benefits from dad’s pension are really not adequate to live on, but with her job, mom lived comfortably. Then the state cut funding to localities and there was a big debate about tax rates, with the result that lots of city and county jobs were cut, including Mom’s. She is smart and hard-working, but the jobs just aren’t there.

This was the situation that indirectly led to Mom accepting an offer that I had repeated many times before, the offer to do a photo session with me. At first she treated it as a joke. She said that she was too old, that in her generation “nice” women just didn’t pose nude, and that “people will talk.” None of her arguments made sense, of course, especially the last one. Who would see the pictures except people who wanted to? I could always do the photos just for her and never publish them anywhere if she didn’t like the results. But if I did sell them to a site, it would definitely help her budget.

What finally changed her mind was Connie’s baby. Connie is Mom’s favorite niece, and when her first child was born after years of trying, Mom wanted to buy a really nice present for the occasion. She needed money, and that was when my mother finally agreed to pose nude for me.

It was an early spring morning when Mom and I drove to the studio. She wore a pretty blue, white, and yellow cotton dress. Not new but very nice. Her shining chestnut hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore a pearl necklace that was her favorite piece of jewelry, with matching teardrop earrings. As usual, she wore little makeup; just a little eyeliner and eye shadow. Mom had her black pumps on, the ones she favored for church and dress-up occasions, in place of her usual flats.

I could feel my mother’s nervousness, and was a little on edge myself. I’d taken hundreds of pictures of Mom in my lifetime, but it seemed incredible that I would soon be photographing her naked.

Before we even got inside, I snapped a few pictures of her outside the building. There was a pleasing contrast between the soft prettiness of mom and her dress against the hard, old, distressed brick of the factory. As I clicked away I thought to myself that these would be the last pictures of my mom in the old way, mom before she became a nude model.

I lit some incense and put on some new-age music that mom liked. The background for the shoot was just a neutral off-white sheet with a black sofa in front. I guided mom as she stood and slowly unbuttoned her dress. Her fingers trembled and her smile was nervous. As I had asked her, she did not wear a bra, so gradually we began to have a glimpse of her breasts and finally her right nipple emerged. The close-up of her face, her eyes glancing down at her erect nipple just peeking out of the flower print is priceless.

Her dress finally came off her shoulders, and then slid down so that her white panties came into view. They already had a small damp patch in the crotch. I loved this — my models are almost always first-timers, and the simple act of undressing in front of a camera arouses them beyond anything that I could do or say. It makes for wonderful photos, and in Mom’s case the many years of covering up carefully made this day of first exposure seem all the more powerfully forbidden and exciting.

I told her to let her dress fall to the floor. There she stood, trembling, wearing only her damp panties and her black pumps, her hair framing her blushing face, nipples stiff, slim girlish body in all its awkward glory. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She had her left hand — she’s a lefty — with its wedding band, on her right hip as if, in a small symbolic way, to cover up.

I told her to slip her hand into her panties. She hesitated, said “I don’t think I can do that…” and then nonetheless complied. Her left fingers slid out of view behind the cotton.

I came in close and got several shots as her fingers moved between her lips — this was spontaneous, instinctive, and didn’t come from me. The wetness made the cotton a bit translucent in the center, and thanks to the high resolution from my camera you can see the golden gleam of the wedding band through the fabric as she works her pussy. Except for mom’s breathing and some moans there was no sound except the clicks of my camera.

I asked her to pull the panties down with her other hand without stopping what she was doing so that I could get a better view. She looked at me right in the eyes with a serious almost trance-like look. She said, “Do you really want this, Marina?”

I said yes, and she pulled the panties out of the way to reveal her fingers rubbing against a very swollen clitoris. At my direction she squeezed it between her ring and middle fingers, making it stand out still more. Since she had seen other models in photos, mom had thoughtfully shaved completely to prepare for our session. Her mound was bare and beautiful.

At this point I realized that she was becoming unsteady on her feet with excitement, so I asked her to lie down on the sofa. She gratefully lay down and spread her legs, nude except for her pearls and pumps. She has just the most amazing body! Her legs, which I now saw for the first time full length unencumbered with clothing, were so long, toned, and graceful. Without prompting, she continued to finger herself, sometimes closing her eyes, and sometimes opening them to stare at me.

All of a sudden her hips started to buck and her whole body began to jerk in spasms. Then she fell back on the sofa with her eyes closed and put two fingers of her right hand into her vagina while she continued to rub her button with her left hand. She fucked herself like this with her fingers for a minute or two and then had such a powerful orgasm that it scared me. She lifted her body, her feet on the floor and her shoulders against the back cushions of the sofa, propelling her crotch into the air as she fucked with both hands, her fluids dripping along her thighs, and then, as if possessed, her body sprang forward off the sofa and she was on the carpet on her knees. Her right hand came away from her pussy and onto the floor to steady herself while her left hand continued its work and her hips bucked several more times with decreasing force. Finally she let herself down onto the floor and lay still, bathed in sweat.

Although I had shot some pretty intense sessions in which a woman pleasured herself, I had never seen anything like this. Add the fact that this was my beautiful, mature, reserved mother and you will have an idea of the state I was in. I was upset, shocked, shaken, disoriented — and aroused. I felt guilt at having put my mother into this situation and even guiltier at the warm wet feeling between my legs — in fact, I felt suddenly so warm and flushed that I needed to take off my top.

My mother gazed at me as I cast my blouse to one side. “Honey,” she whispered, “I — I love you…”

Bare-breasted and in my jeans, I knelt down next to my naked, panting mother and took her in my arms.

I meant merely to comfort her, but she eagerly turned her face to mine and before I knew what was happening, my mother and I were kissing passionately.

As her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, my right hand began to caress her left breast and to feel her hard erect nipple against my palm. A shock of desire surged through my body. Almost without thinking, my left hand moved down over Mom’s firm tummy towards her pussy.

Despite our passionate kisses, I didn’t know if this was what she wanted. Yet I couldn’t help exploring. My hand moved ever so slowly downwards, feeling the soft warmth of her body, encountering no resistance. She wanted this as much as I did.

Finally my middle finger reached her pussy and slipped between her lips. Her swollen clit pushed hard against my finger! She was now rocking her pelvis against my hand, seeking pleasure from me! A wonderful feeling of love and acceptance coursed through me. I needed to taste the pussy that I had just photographed in all its glistening pink glory.

Mom almost didn’t let me pull my mouth away from hers, but when she felt me kiss my way down her throat, down her chest, and take a few moments to suck on her nipples before continuing on my way, she said, “Marina, my baby, yes, please, kiss me down there!” Now my tongue was parting her lips, exploring them on the inside, then thrusting deep into her vagina.

She tasted incredible. I could feel her wet thighs against my cheeks and my ears as I thrust and licked, and then I started sucking on her clit. It did not take long before she quaked with another powerful orgasm, which was followed shortly by my own. Without thinking much, I had thrust my right hand into my jeans and had been rocking against it while I ate out mom.

After we came, we kissed some more, and Mom said, “Why are you still wearing those pants?”

Trembling with lust, I stood to peel off my jeans and sopping panties. It was hard to do, because I was so excited at the thought that my mother would soon be tasting my cunt. I found myself wondering if I was her first lesbian lover.

Mom pushed me back onto the sofa and knelt before me, between my legs. She slid her hands under my thighs so that she could cup my cheeks while she looked at my crotch. “I’ve never seen a woman’s pussy up close,” she breathed. “How could I have spent all these years without trying this?” So it was her first time. That only excited me more…

I was eager to feel her mouth against my mound but she first licked the juices off my thighs, going back and forth, from left to right, for what seemed to me to be an eternity of aroused suspense. It was beautiful to watch her, her dark hair — usually so neatly combed — all tousled and wet, her face — usually so serene and meditative — so possessed with the hunger for another woman.

Finally, I felt her tongue licking on either side of my pussy, outside the outer lips. But as her tongue explored my crotch, her face brushed against my clit and made my body jerk with excitement. Then she moved her tongue inside! My God in heaven, what a moment! The woman I loved most in the world was now penetrating me with her tongue, exploring every intimate fold, and then sucking on my clit, pulling it in between her lips, then letting go and licking…

After that, it was all a huge, glorious blur of repeated orgasms. I remember that I later spread her on the floor on her stomach and tongued her asshole while she humped against her fingers, and then still later we were lying on the sofa bathed in sweat and kissing.

Several hours must have passed. It was afternoon when we woke up, holding each other, naked, on the sofa.

The next day I wondered whether to send the edited photos to the usual web site. Now I felt the caution of a daughter and the jealousy of a lover. Mom insisted, though. She said that she wanted to get something really nice for Connie’s baby.

My mother and I still make love every now and then. We’re both in relationships with other women — after we fucked that first time, it was enough to convince Mom that she was gay — but we still get together occasionally for a hot romp in the sheets. She’s my beloved parent, my best friend, my roommate and my fuck-buddy, all wrapped up in one wonderful, desirable hunk of woman, and I adore her to bits.

The End

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Ripples, Chapter 11

  • Posted on March 22, 2019 at 2:20 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Rachel was seated on her bed, legs crossed at the ankles, leaning back against the soft padded headboard, while her twelve-year-old daughter Bella stood before her, nervously fidgeting with the hem of the old pajama top she wore.

Even since that night a couple of months ago, when she’d discussed masturbation with her timid child, Rachel had yearned for the chance to teach Bella even more about the wonders of her body… and share them with her.

At first, she’d tried her best to ignore the feelings of sexual desire that her daughter had awakened, telling herself, It’s just part of these lesbian cravings I’ve been experiencing. Obviously, I don’t want to go to bed with my little girl. I don’t, damn it!

But try as she might, those forbidden longings continued to prey on Rachel’s mind.

She found herself trying to catch glimpses of Bella when she was in her underwear — or even nude, if she got the chance. The sight of the girl’s legs when in shorts, her bare tummy when she reached up for something on a high shelf, her bottom when she bent over to retrieve a dropped pencil; these glimpses of her child’s loveliness made Rachel tingle all over. She craved physical contact with her daughter, regularly giving Bella hugs and caresses, even inviting the girl to cuddle with her when they watched TV.

Then there was the sweet scent of the child — it bewitched her, made her light-headed, made her want things she shouldn’t. Rachel sometimes found herself at Bella’s door, drinking in the enticing aroma of her little girl for minutes at a time.

Still, she mostly managed to keep her mind away from genuinely sexual thoughts of Bella — at least she did until one night, after drinking two glasses of wine too many, when she turned in for the evening and had an unexpected dream of her daughter.

Rachel was walking barefoot down a hallway, dressed only in a filmy nightgown. Pausing at the doorway to her bedroom, she entered, only to be confronted by the sight of Bella — on her bed, curled up on the top blanket, completely naked.

Had she gasped? Rachel couldn’t recall that much of the dream. But the next moment etched itself deep into her consciousness: the girl raised herself up on one elbow, smiling sweetly at her dazed mother. “I love you, Mummy,” Bella said, her voice gentle and sweet. “Come be with me.” The meaning in the child’s words was unmistakable.

Now nude herself, Rachel slowly advanced, climbing onto the bed, drifting into her little girl’s outstretched arms. Bella’s head was tilted back, her eyes warm with adoration as their mouths came together in a kiss, the kind shared by lovers.

She remembered sucking on her daughter’s tongue, the softness of Bella’s bottom in her hands as she cradled the naked child.

And that was when Rachel jerked awake — panting for breath, her body damp with sweat, heart beating out a frantic tattoo. Her cunt was hot and juicy, and she quickly responded, sinking two fingers into the dripping hole.

Rachel fucked herself like a woman possessed, mauling her sex with both hands as she took that perverted fantasy from her dream and ran wild with it. Bella’s on her back, legs spread wide apart, waiting for the touch of Mummy’s mouth. I’m lying before her, so close to that pretty cunt that I can feel the heat of it on my face.

I can’t wait… and neither can Bella. Her eyes are bright and wide open; they tell me what she wants. As if still dreaming, I draw nearer and part my lips, taking a long, luscious lick. She moans, and the taste of her fills my mouth.

Then Rachel was coming hard, her jaw clenched hard enough to crack teeth as a colossal orgasm raged through her trembling frame, leaving her a spent, sodden mess.

She lay awake a long while after that, turning the dream and her fantasy over and over, examining it from every angle. In the end, it left her with one unavoidable conclusion: I want to make love to my daughter.

Rachel had known for awhile that she was sexually aroused by her twelve-year-old. She was able to live with that, even if it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. But these newer, more explicit wanderings of her mind were something else again.

Oddly enough, those vague feelings of guilt she’d had before were now completely gone. Instead of filling her with shame or embarrassment, Rachel’s fantasy of sex with her twelve-year-old daughter had put things into a sharper focus… and not only because those feelings of lust for Bella were now stronger than ever. Suddenly, the idea of a deeper intimacy with her child made perfect sense.

It would make her happy, she told herself. It would give Bella pleasure, teach her about the delights of her body — a woman’s body. Perhaps it would even help the girl overcome her shyness. Best of all, it would bring us closer together, make our love stronger.

That said, there was a formidable gulf between wanting to explore sex with your daughter… and actually making it happen. Rachel continued to fantasise about her child, masturbating again and again to images of touching Bella, kissing her, going down on her.

Getting into a lesbian relationship with her friend Jessica had shifted Rachel’s thoughts of Bella to the back burner, but hadn’t purged them. She still craved her daughter, much as ever.

Then, on the previous night, Jess had made a startling confession as they lay together in the afterglow of lesbian sex: she’d actually made love with her own daughter Alice, a blonde cutie about the same age as Bella.

Jess was hesitant to confess this, fearing her friend would be horrified; instead, Rachel was so turned on that she masturbated herself to a quick orgasm, all the while thinking, I’ve got to do this. I have to make this happen with my Bella.

In fact, Jessica’s story had so affected her that, for the first time, Rachel toyed with the notion of going even further, exploring these forbidden pleasures with her youngest child — Bella’s little sister, ten-year-old Cindy.

Why should I leave her out? Rachel reasoned. I want to make Bella feel more loved than ever, loved in a wonderful new way. Surely it would be wrong to cheat Cindy of that same closeness.

Rachel was strongly convinced of the rightness of her intentions toward the girls — so much so that she shared her plans with Jess, who was already thinking about being with her own daughter again.

Now Rachel sat on her bed, smiling at a timid Bella. Moments ago, she had approached her oldest child, asking if she wanted to learn more about sex. The girl had eagerly agreed… but now, in Mum’s bedroom, Bella’s shyness was beginning to manifest itself again.

Rachel studied her daughter’s pretty face. Despite her self-assured public persona and personal confidence, buoyed by the success she’d had in converting her best friend to the joys of lesbian love, a small voice in her head began to question her motives. Is this really the right thing to do? What if she gets scared? Most important of all, am I doing this for Bella or myself?

Contrasting the earlier conversation downstairs with Bella with her demeanour now, it was obvious that her daughter was uncomfortable with the idea of sex… and if she couldn’t talk about these fears with her own mother, how could Bella fully mature? Would she be able to make her own choices without being hobbled by guilt, shame or fear?

Rachel made her decision. If I’m the one who gives Bella nurturing, protection, schooling and a mother’s love, then surely it’s also on me to help my daughter learn how to have a happy, fulfilled sex life.

And if I happen to share in that enjoyment… well, so much the better.

“It’s okay, honey. Come sit with me,” said Rachel, patting the spot beside her on the bed.

Dressed in her usual summer nightwear — an old plaid pajama top, loose-fitting shorts and with bare feet — Bella sat halfway down the bed on her haunches. The girl’s hands were restless, moving up and down her thighs as though she was trying to rub away goosebumps.

Rachel gave her daughter a warm smile. “Do you remember a few months ago, when I showed you how to touch yourself?”

Bella nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Have you tried doing it? Been practising at all?”

Bella looked down in embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” Rachel said, using her most soothing tone of voice. “You’re growing up into a woman and I want to help you with that. I promise, you can be totally honest and tell or ask me anything.”

Looking up, Bella gazed into her mother’s eyes. She was reassured by what she saw in them, but still felt uncertain about where this was leading. The idea of learning more about sex stuff appealed to her… was Mum the one she wanted to learn from? The whole situation seemed awkward.

When Bella fooled around with Alice, she always got scared of the feelings that bubbled up inside her. Lately, her best friend had been kissing her more often, and kept wanting to see and touch her developing breasts — something Bella had inherited from her voluptuous mother.

The girls usually laid down side by side, facing each other. Their lips gently touched at first, then gradually increased in pressure with the occasional touching of tongues. At some point, Alice’s hands would wander to her breasts… and after a minute or two, Bella was relaxed enough to return the favour.

More recently, Alice had initiated her into French kissing, which she claimed to have seen in a film. She’d also begun to casually drop her hand between Bella’s legs, almost as if by accident. When that happened, Bella felt a jolt of pleasure mixed with fear; both made her heart race.

At that point Bella would stop her friend, mumbling about how worried she was that Mum might come in — once, even pretending she heard her mother coming up the stairs. It embarrassed her horribly, behaving like a great big scaredy-cat in front of her best friend.

In truth, she wanted to do these things with Alice — go further, even! — but she was afraid of what that said about her. Did she really want to be one of those girls who liked other girls?

Bella shivered as she recalled what happened that day when Chloe Winshaw and Siobhan Riley had innocently wandered around the school grounds, holding hands. That spotty oik Nigel Greaves began to hurl quiet abuse at the girls, hissing, “Bloody dykes… Jesus hates you, you sodding bitches… piss off and go throw yourselves in the river, you dirty cunts.” He knew how to time his insults so the adults wouldn’t hear, and in moments had reduced the two girls to weeping, protesting wrecks.

Someone grassed on Nigel, but his only punishment had been getting sent home for the rest of the day. Worse, some of the other girls pointedly avoided Siobhan and Chloe after that. Siobhan, in particular, had become far more quiet and withdrawn after the incident. The very idea of something like that happening to her filled Bella with helpless horror.

Her mind was in turmoil and, even though Mum seemed to be okay about the things she’d done with Alice, fear of the unknown still held her back, made her afraid.

“You can tell me anything, angel,” Mum said. “Anything at all. On my word, I’d never think less of you.”

Bella closed her eyes. I can’t go on like this. I need a helping hand, and Mum’s offering one. Best to take it. Pausing for a deep breath, she spoke.

“Sometimes I… d-do stuff, but I get scared, in case I make a noise and you come in and see.”

“What do you do?”

Go on, say it. “You know, like touch myself… um, down there.”

“You masturbate?” Rachel questioned.

Bella immediately reddened and averted her eyes. “Uh-huh,” was all she could get out.

Rachel realised that she had some work to do. “Sweetheart, if you can’t even say the word, you’ll always think of it as something wrong or bad. I promise you, it’s not.”

Bella looked up, something akin to fear in her eyes.

Reaching out to place a hand on her daughter’s, Rachel said, “Bel, I really want to help you, and I think the first thing is to help you understand that sex is not dirty or wrong. In fact, provided you’re sensible and careful, it’s a wonderful, beautiful thing. So I need you to forget about getting caught, stop being afraid and just… just trust me. Okay?”

Her daughter nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.

“Good girl. Now let’s start slow; I want you to tell me what it is that you do.”

Peering deep into her mum’s eyes, Bella saw only love. She took a deep breath, braced herself, then blurted out in a breathy voice, “I masturbate.”

“Good; that’s very good. How often?”

“Well, um, maybe a couple of times a week.” She paused, then added, “I’m not really sure, but… I don’t think I’m doing it right.”

Sensing she was making progress, Rachel gently asked, “Why do you think that, sweetheart?”

Bella hesitated. “Well, sometimes it feels good, and other times it’s…” She shrugged.

“There’s a lot of truth in the saying practice makes perfect. You have to experiment, learn what makes you feel good. Remember, not everyone masturbates the same way.” She hesitated, then said, “Does it feel good when Alice touches you?”

Bella flinched at the mention of her friend. So I was right, Rachel thought. They have been fooling around.

Reaching out, she patted her daughter’s arm. “Don’t worry, no-one told me, I haven’t been spying on you, and you’re not in trouble, far from it. I’m your mother, I know about the two of you practising stuff together and it’s absolutely okay. See, it’s normal for girls your age to experiment with other girls. I did, when I was even younger than you are.”

Bella was surprised at this news, but it seemed to relax her a little. “We haven’t done much!” she hastened to say. “But when she touches me d-down there… it feels really nice. Alice wants to do more, but I always get scared and, and make her stop. I like it, but then I freeze up. Oh, Mum — I don’t know what to do!” The girl’s lower lip was trembling.

“That’s because you’re still learning, sweetie. It’s like anything else in life. I remember when you took your first steps — you fell down quite a few times before you were up and walking.”

Bella gave a shaky laugh. “Did I? I don’t remember that!”

Oh, trust me, you were a clumsy baby at first. So… what’s it like when you touch yourself? Compared to when Alice does it to you.”

“It doesn’t feel the same. I touch myself like she did, but… well, not much happens.”

“Hmm.” Rachel stroked her chin, thinking. “I think you ought to show me how you do it.”

Suddenly nervous again, Bella looked at her mum, nibbling her bottom lip, certain that this wasn’t in the parenting manual.

“Tell you what,” Rachel added. “Would it help you to feel more comfortable if I undressed first?”

Bella felt her heart pump even faster. “I dunno, I guess… um, yeah.”

Without a word, Rachel swung her legs sideways and slid off the bed, rising to her feet. She looked briefly at the young girl, a wave of desire suddenly washing over her. Electing to prolong the moment, she slowly pushed the thin straps of her diaphanous midnight blue nightdress off her shoulders, one at a time, holding the front against her breasts to keep it from sliding off completely. Make it sexy, she told herself. Make her want you.

She waited until Bella’s eyes met hers again, smiled adoringly at the girl, then peeled the thin nightie away and let it fall to the floor.

Bella stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Rachel’s body, now bare but for tiny lace panties, little more than a postage stamp held up by string. She all but forgot to breathe, awed by the sight of her mum’s generous titties. Will mine ever be that nice? she wondered.

Rachel slowly brought both hands up to fondle her breasts, briefly rolling the nipples between thumbs and fingers. Her daughter’s face was a portrait of wonder. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s seen me nude, she wondered. Probably not since she was three or four, and we were taking a bath together.

Her anticipation mounting, Rachel slid her hands back down her sides, sliding both index fingers under the thin waistband of her matching g-string. Bending at the waist so her still firm breasts hung down in a most enticing way, Rachel pushed the barely-there knickers to her ankles and stepped out of them.

She moved casually towards Bella, slowly enough for her daughter to take in the view. Then, climbing on the bed, she crawled back to the headboard, offering the dumbstruck girl a very good look at her from behind, her puckered anus and shaved cunt on full display.

Her brazen display seemed to be working, too — Bella was mesmerised, not just by her mother’s beautiful, curvaceous body, but by the sheer eroticism of the moment. Rachel wasn’t just undressing… she was undressing for her daughter. A small, but crucial distinction.

Bella was clearly unsure how to respond, though. She simply sat there, hands knotted in her lap.

“Your turn, darling. Don’t be shy,” Rachel murmured.

After a few heartbeats, the young girl pushed herself up from the bed and got to her feet, then hesitated again, looking to Rachel for reassurance. “Are you sure this is okay, Mum? Um… what if Cindy wakes up?” She glanced nervously at the bedroom door.

“Don’t worry, darling,” said Rachel. “She’s fast asleep… and you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Relax, this can be a lovely experience for us both if you’ll let it. We’ll take it nice and slow.” She smiled. “Go ahead. I want to see what a stunner my little girl has become.”

With clumsy fingers, Bella started to unbutton her pajama top.

“Wait. Come round to the side of the bed so I can see you properly. That’s better. Now, undress slowly. You should always take your time when you do that, to tease your lover. It makes it so much more exciting, builds the anticipation.” She laughed. “Believe me, there’s a little hint of sex kitten in every woman. Let’s see yours.”

With a shaky smile, Bella did as her mum asked. Standing a couple of feet away from her, she slowly undid each button, then for a moment, let her top swing open to provide a glimpse of the breasts concealed by the worn flannel. She hesitated for an instant, took a quick breath, then pushed the top off her shoulders, letting it fall behind.

Rachel hadn’t seen her daughter topless for a long while. She studied the girl’s breasts, impressed by the sight. My God… they’re absolutely perfect. She longed to take a nipple between her lips, to feel it stiffen as she teased it with a swipe of the tongue.

“Darling,” Rachel breathed, “you’re growing up beautifully. You should never be shy about showing your body off… to the right person, anyhow.”

Bella’s face seemed to light up at her mother’s compliment, but she did blush slightly, too. “I’m… I’m not that pretty,” she mumbled.

“Oh, you are, believe me. Now let’s see the rest of you.”

Her confidence increasing, Bella hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down until they dropped loosely to the floor. She carefully lifted each foot out — then, as if acting quickly before she lost her courage, Bella grasped the elastic of her cotton knickers and tugged them down and off.

Now completely nude, the twelve-year-old slowly straightened herself, then stood before her equally naked mum, both hands clasped in front of her genitals.

Rachel drew closer. “There’s no need for modesty, baby girl… this is the start of the new you. Let me see.”

Unclasping her hands, Bella allowed them to drop by her side.

Rachel gazed lovingly at her daughter’s bare body — still that of a child, but with obvious hints of the woman she was becoming. Her breasts, while still budding, were already generous enough to play with. Rachel unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation, already picturing herself doing exactly that. Her eyes dropped lower to see a darkening growth of pubic down that was still sparse enough to show the line of Bella’s slit, which already glistened with a slight trace of moisture.

The shy tween studied her mum’s body, then looked down at her own.

Sensing her daughter’s thoughts, Rachel assured Bella, “Don’t worry, darling. Your breasts will grow bigger soon enough. In fact, it looks like they’re well on the way. Come back and sit down, where you were before.”

Bella got back on the bed in her previous position; only now her knees were slightly parted, giving her mum a good view of her pussy.

As Rachel seated herself on the side of the bed, facing her daughter, Bella gazed thoughtfully at her mum’s vulva. “Do you, uh, shave your thingy?”

“Bella! It’s called a vagina.”

The girl’s cheeks flushed. “I know; we learned it at school.”

“Well, you’re becoming a woman now, so you oughtn’t to use words like ‘thingy’. There are lots of names for it; in the old days, some used to call it a minge or a fanny, but I suppose the most common name nowadays is pussy. If you want to be really naughty, you can call it your cunt.”

Bella started, surprised by her mum’s language, but Rachel just smiled. “Why don’t you try saying those words, darling? It’s exciting to use them when you have sex.”

Suddenly feeling like a wicked child, Bella blurted, “Pussy. Cunt!” then burst into giggles.

Rachel couldn’t suppress a small laugh of her own. “There, now you’re getting relaxed. To answer your question, I sometimes shave my pussy, but that can cause a rash or leave it a bit sore, so I mostly use a cream or wax.”

“My pussy doesn’t have much hair,” Bella said, looking down, idly touching the fine pubic down. “It’s really soft.”

Rachel felt her skin prickle with a growing sense of arousal. “Okay, let’s get started. We’ll begin with the basics.” She was keen to begin her daughter’s education, feeling hungrier by the second for the potential delights that lay ahead.

“Last time I just showed you where to touch yourself. Really, though, we should’ve started with something more basic, like kissing. After all, when you like a girl — or a boy, whichever you happen to prefer — it’s usually the first thing you do. The other fun stuff comes later, if you decide you like the person enough to do more.”

Bella’s eyes lit up at the mention of kissing girls, and now she was paying especially close attention to her mum.

Rachel opened her legs slightly. “Come a bit closer, darling… sit right in front of me.”

Bella scooted across the bed to face Rachel, unable to keep herself from glancing repeatedly between her mother’s thighs.

Reaching out, Rachel gently took Bella’s chin between her index finger and thumb, then leaned in to kiss her daughter on the mouth.

Before she could, Bella drew back sharply. “Wh-what are you doing, Mum?”

Rachel looked curiously at her naked girl, aware that this was not going to be easy as she’d hoped. Got my work cut out, she thought. “I’m kissing you.”

“But… you’re my mum. Mums and daughters aren’t supposed to kiss like that.”

“I’m just trying to show you how it’s done, love. Watching people kiss on TV, or looking at pictures in a book won’t help you know how it feels.”

“I guess,” Bella nodded, but she still seemed hesitant.

Reaching out for her daughter’s hand, Rachel gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay, darling. We can take it slowly, and we can stop any time you like, but I really want to help you through this, so you can enjoy what you do with Alice without being scared about it. In fact, her mum is probably talking with her right now, just like we are.”

“Is she?” A sudden thought popped into Bella’s head. Did Alice learn how to do French kissing from her mum, then? It was an intriguing notion, one that made her feel all warm and tingly inside.

“Oh I’m pretty sure she is, or has already. In fact, while we’re on the subject, there’s something I should tell you. I want to be honest, and prove to you that it’s okay to like girls.”

Bella gave her mum a quizzical look.

“I had sex with Jessica. We’re lovers, in fact.”

Bella looked stunned at this news. “But you were married… to Dad.”

“Yes, I was. But now he’s gone, and I don’t want to bring another man into our lives. The thing is, I still have needs, sexual needs… and I’ve discovered that I want to satisfy those needs with a woman.”

“So I guess that means you’re a, a lesbian, huh? Is Alice’s mum one too?”

“Well, I’ve been interested in women for a long time, even when your father and I were still together, but now I identify as gay. And yes, I think Jessica feels the same. We’ve only made love once, mind you — last night, while you and your sister were out. Jess and I both needed someone and we’ve been best friends, like you and Alice, for a long time. It just happened, and we haven’t really talked about the future.” She paused, studying her daughter. “Are you okay with that?”

Bella parted her lips, on the verge of speaking — then fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Seeing her daughter’s quiet struggle, Rachel decided to let her own actions speak instead. She reached out once again to touch the girl’s cheek, then drew close, guiding Bella’s face to hers.

This time their mouths met… and lingered.

Sensing that her child was balanced on the cusp of excitement and fear, Rachel made the kiss as warm and tender as she could, her lips brushing, caressing the soft jewel of Bella’s mouth.

After a few moments she pulled away, pleased to see that her daughter’s eyes had drifted shut. Using both hands to cup the sides of Bella’s face, she moved in to kiss her again — only this time, she flicked across the girl’s lower lip with her tongue.

Bella gasped in surprise, and Rachel seized her opportunity, sliding her tongue between the twelve-year-old’s parted lips. This time, her daughter didn’t pull away, so Rachel deepened the kiss ever so slightly, circling the girl’s mouth once, twice, three times.

Bella finally broke away, though gently, and gave her mum a smile. “It’s okay, Mum. If you want to be gay and it makes you happy, then I’m happy too.” She giggled. “And all this time, I was scared of what you’d say if you found out what I was doing with Alice. Silly me, huh?”

Grinning foolishly, the love she felt for this wonderful girl glowing through every inch of her, Rachel wrapped both arms around her daughter. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Their noses almost touched as she added, “Now… let’s carry on with your lesson, shall we?”

Bella slowly nodded, a new, thrilling warmth in her eyes. “Okay, Mum… I’m ready.”

Trek on to Chapter Twelve!

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Mom’s Madness

  • Posted on March 20, 2019 at 2:12 pm

Author Unknown

Everyone knew that my mother was cut from a different cloth. To be honest, she was simply odd, floating through life with a dreamy, childlike look in her eyes, often losing track of conversations, then breaking in with a non sequitur that left other people puzzled. She was a true old-fashioned blond beauty who looked as if she’d just walked in off the set of a vintage Technicolor movie.

My mother exuded a warmth that often confused strangers, as she’d start talking to them as if they were old friends. There was a kind of sweet madness to her, a craving for affection and attention that could be trying to me sometimes, even when I was a little girl. I learned at an early age to indulge her, enjoying the attention she lavished on me even if she sometimes acted more like a needful child than a proper mother. She was infinitely lovable, though, which made her eccentricities easy to tolerate.

Mother often walked around the house nude, or in a thin wrap. She and I lived in a grand two-story house in a wealthy suburb, with a large yard and high fences and shrubbery that provided our privacy from the prying eyes of neighbors. Mother would often stroll in the garden naked and encourage me to skinny dip with her in our pool. We didn’t socialize much with the country-club types that lived near us and mainly kept to ourselves. Mother thought they were uptight… and they found her dreamy exuberance to be, well, unseemly.

Mother had few notions of personal boundaries or privacy and seemed to crave my attention. Sometimes I’d be in my room, reading or doing my homework, and she’d call me down to join her as she sat before the fire.

I really didn’t mind. I can remember the warmth of her body as she draped an arm around my shoulders. It was so natural; we didn’t think anything of it. The two of us would just be cuddled close together on the couch, watching an old movie until we fell asleep.

As a little girl, she bathed with me regularly. My mother would soap me up, lovingly washing my body. I can remember watching her kneel in front of me, a blissful expression on her face as her soapy hands moved over every inch of my skin.

I slept in my mother’s bed often. Not every night, of course, but often. I can remember, as a child, how warm and safe I felt with my warm, soft mother cuddling me close, crooning songs into my ear to lull me asleep.

As I grew into puberty, Mom became even more of a free spirit. She hardly ever dressed when at home, and even then it was only in flimsy robes or a long t-shirt. She insisted that I share her bed now and then, the two of us snuggling together beneath a cozy quilt. Though she was always physically affectionate, her hugs, kisses, and caresses became more frequent, warm and prolonged. I didn’t really think anything of it — but then one day, when I was fifteen, the love my mother and I shared became something more.

That day, when I came home from school, my mother greeted me at the front door in her short silk kimono. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close as we stood in the foyer. I felt her large, soft breasts press against my cheeks as she squeezed me tight. It was as if she hadn’t seen me in weeks.

“Wow, Mom, what’s this for… did something happen?” I asked.

She laughed, kissed my cheek, and then planted a firm kiss on my lips. I smelled her sweet jasmine perfume, and she looked into my eyes, holding my face in her hands. “I just needed to touch someone,” she laughed, a bit abashed. “I was filled to the brim with love, and it felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t let that love out!”

We laughed at that, and she pulled me inside. “Come on, honey,” she murmured, “Let’s take a bath together. It’s been ages since we’ve done that.”

“Um… I was going to read, Mom,” I said. “Maybe later…?”

But she brushed this aside. “C’mon, spend some time with your mother,” she cooed. “I’ve been lonely in the house all day without you around.” She had a playful, pouting expression that made me laugh. It was like I was the parent and she was the kid demanding attention. So, like all that felt the force of her desire, I relented with a smile.

She led me to her grand bathroom, with its whirlpool tub in which she and I had so often shared baths. She quickly dropped her robe, revealing her nude body without hesitation. Her breasts seemed so full and round to me as they swayed slightly. She was giggling and practically dancing with excitement.

Mom began to undress me. We laughed as we talked about my day. I didn’t think anything of it, at the time, but now I realize that something did seem different as she pulled my sweater over my head and unbuttoned my blouse. She let her hands spread across my bare chest, over the bra, caressing me lovingly.

“Mmm, darling, your skin is so soft,” she purred. She unhooked and removed my bra, then pulled my skirt down, and, just as quickly, my panties. She studied my naked body, letting her hands glide up and down my legs. “And your legs are absolutely flawless,” she said approvingly, stroking my thighs. “You’ve grown into such a lovely, lovely young woman.”

She stood and faced me, both of us naked now. She gazed at me for a moment with adoring eyes, then drew me close for another hug. This time our naked bodies pressed hotly against each other, making me tingle deliciously. I felt her hands slip down my back to cup my ass. I giggled, since it tickled. I reached around to playfully pinch her bottom and she laughed, slapping my hand away.

Hand in hand, we climbed into the hot water of the tub and relaxed as she asked me about my day. As we made small talk, she moved next to me and took the bar of soap in her hands, beginning to wash my body. Since she’d done that since I was a baby, I thought nothing of it at first. But today she seemed to take more time as she washed me, allowing her hands to linger on my wet flesh, often brushing her cheek or lips across my skin after rinsing it clean.

After awhile, I could tell she was no longer paying attention to what I was talking about, so I just relaxed and let her wash me. I felt safe and warm, basking in the glow of my mother’s love… but as her touches and kisses gradually grew more and more sensual, I realized that I was turned on, too.

Then my mother guided me onto my feet, having me stand so she could properly wash my lower half. She moved to my front first and knelt before me, looking up at me with her wide, dewy blue eyes. She smiled so warmly, so tenderly. It felt good to know that washing me this way made her feel so happy, and I didn’t want to do anything to take away from her mood. So, I let her guide the soap and sponge along my shoulders, down over my small, pointed breasts — her fingers lightly brushing my nipples — and across my flat belly. I looked down as the soap suds slid down my firm, young body, watching her fondle my thighs as she washed down each one.

The expression on her face as she bathed me was blissful, but there was a hunger in Mom’s eyes that I’d not seen before. My pulse began to quicken as I observed her. She seemed almost intoxicated, but somehow I knew that she was not. Or perhaps she was drunk on something other than liquor… desire, perhaps?

Mom dipped the sponge in the bath and squeezed it, letting rivulets of water travel down my body, taking the soap residue with them. By then, my nipples were rock hard, which she surely felt as her hands lightly brushed the soapy water from my breasts. I felt lightheaded from my mother’s loving caresses.

Once my upper half had been rinsed clean, Mom gently kissed my belly, just inches above my pussy, making me shiver. She glanced up, graced me with the most affectionate smile, then turned me around to face away from her, reaching once more for the soap. I was feeling all quivery and light-headed… what was Mom doing?

As with my front, Mom began at my shoulders and soaped my body downwards, lathering me all over. She let her fingers creep down my spine, between my cheeks, caressing the soft globes of my bottom. I felt my breath grow shallow, even as she was crooning loving words to me. My heart was throbbing. Her fingers glided down the crack of my ass, over my rosebud. My head lolled back, a whimper escaping my lips. Almost without thinking, I brought a hand up to fondle my breasts.

I felt my mother press her face against my ass, her hands resting on my hips as she kissed inside. I was nervous and excited, trembling from head to toe. My pussy was throbbing as her fingers crept between my thighs to touch me there. I panted as she began to slide her fingers back and forth, stroking my cunt. I felt my knees shake.

“Oh darling, my lovely baby, sweet, sweet Nora,” my mother breathed. “Let me make you feel good.”

Oh… oh, Mom,” I whispered, unable to comprehend what was happening. My mother, my own mother, was making love to me! I was still a virgin, had never gone very far with any boy, now Mom was pleasuring me as if she were my lover!

She was rubbing my clit in rapid circles now, any pretense of washing me now gone. I was nearly out of breath, leaning against the wall for support. Mom’s face was pressed against my ass, her breath hot on my skin as the soap and hot water sluiced down my thighs. I felt myself losing control as she continued to fondle my pussy, sliding a free finger along my labia. Then I felt her other hand parting my buttocks.

My body tensed slightly in the midst of my pleasure… then — oh my God — I moaned in disbelief as Mom pressed her face between my cheeks, her tongue emerging to lick at the crack of my ass.

I had never conceived of such a thing, never knew that lovers shared such pleasures with one another. A hoarse cry issued from my throat that echoed off the bathroom walls as my body seized up in a wondrous climax far beyond anything my childish fumblings with masturbation had ever produced.

I came convulsively, succumbing to my mother’s dexterous fingers… and, ultimately, to her madness.

I slowly slid down the tiled wall, finally sitting in the lovely hot water of my bath, feeling my mother’s soft arms entwine my body. I was dazed, flushed, at peace with the world.

My mother and I lounged in the tub, relaxing in the afterglow of my pleasure. We sat next to each other, cuddling. We hadn’t spoken since my orgasm, not wanting to break the spell that had ensnared us both. I felt both awkward and, oddly, at ease. She lightly caressed me, and I shyly reciprocated.

I nestled in my mother’s arms for awhile, lulled almost to sleep by the warmth of the tub and my mother’s soothing caresses on my hair and face…and then I felt her stiff nipple brushing my cheek. I opened my eyes to see the firm pink tip of my mother’s breast, now inches from my face.

A reckless impulse seized me, one that I was powerless to resist. My lips parted, and I leaned in closer to take Mom’s nipple into my mouth. She moaned gently, and I began to softly suckle her breast.

“Ah, yes, there, baby, let Mommy feed you again,” she said dreamily. I shifted myself so that I straddled my mother’s left thigh, with one hand against the side of the tub to support myself. My mother put her head back and cooed with pleasure as I tasted her hard nipple, my free hand savoring the creamy softness of her breast. I pressed my cunt against Mom’s leg, loving the feeling of her skin against my clitoris.

It was there, in warm water of the bathtub, in the dimly lit coziness of the room, that I fully gave in to my mother’s madness. As a child, I hadn’t understood it. I had even been frightened by it at times, or just endured it with affection. But as I suckled her breasts in the tub, I embraced her strangeness, worshiping at the altar of her beautiful body.

I felt Mom’s hands reach around to my ass, pulling me closer to her. My arousal growing sharp, I let my hand trail down her body and into the water to touch the cleft between her spread legs. Her eyes fluttered as my hand grew bolder, my fingers exploring the contours and folds of my mother’s cunt.

I gave in completely to this wild new desire… this lust I’d never felt before for any woman or girl. I began to grind my pussy against my mother’s firm thigh, which she raised to me, giving me what I needed to get off.

I wanted more. Slowly, carefully, I let two fingers slip into the heat of her pussy. Heart throbbing relentlessly, I played with her, fucked her, loved her; my fingers frolicking in her tangled pubes. She moaned with delight, holding me close.

She raised my face from her breasts to meet her gaze, her eyes warm with adoration. “Oh. baby,” she whispered, “I love you so much…”

I licked my lips, slowly leaning closer — then my mouth was on hers, and Mother and I were kissing like lovers. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and I sucked at it eagerly.

Mom’s hand slid down my back to caress my ass as I worked my cunt against her thigh. I kept fingering her pussy, finding her clit with my thumb and lightly teasing it, as I’d done so many times to myself. Pressed close together, our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, we paid no heed to the water sloshing out of the tub as we moved rhythmically against each other.

I felt Mom’s fingers creep into the crevice of my ass, stroking my anal cleft, which gradually opened to her gentle probing. With a single smooth, she slid a finger into my rectum with a single steady stroke.

I cried out, breaking our kiss — and Mother squealed in delight at my response to her touch. Upping the ante, I pushed a third finger into her juicy cunt and felt her body jerk violently in response.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” she cried, throwing her head back. I too began to shake uncontrollably as my mother’s finger continued to probe my anus. Mother continued to heave and pant as I fucked her. I was coming nonstop now, almost breaking into sobs, grinding my pussy hard against Mom’s thigh until I collapsed against her breasts.

Mother slowly came down from her own orgasm and we both withdrew our fingers from each other’s bodies. The two of us slowly relaxed, just panting, snuggling close in the cooling bathwater.

“Oh,  my sweet baby,” Mom cooed, stroking my hair, kissing my cheek and lips. “Mommy loves you so!”

I collapsed into my mother’s wet warmth, our moist skins pressed together, our breathing heavy.  “I love you too, Mom,” I whispered. “Oh, God, how I love you!”

We relaxed together, at peace in our mutual madness. I let her stroke my skin and whisper sweet words of love into my ear, the two of us occasionally sharing passionate kisses.

Then Mom pulled away to gaze at me with loving eyes. “Let’s go to bed, honey,” she cooed. “There are so many things I want to show you… so many pleasures for us to share.”

I smiled at her. “I’d love to, Mom.”

We rose from the bath and stepped out onto the mat. Mom seized a large towel, and we took turns drying one another, pausing often for long, loving kisses.

Mom sighed happily. “I’ve dreamed about this for a long time, honey… about us becoming more than just mother and daughter.” She caressed my ass with gentle fingers. “There’s nothing like the love between women, Nora. I want to show you how beautiful it is.”

I was kissing her soft neck. “Teach me, Mom,” I whispered in between kisses.

Dropping the towel carelessly to the bathroom tiles, Mom took my hand and led me down the hallway and into her bedroom, both of us still gloriously naked. I admired the loveliness of her bare body, seeing my mother in a way I never had before… as my lover.

The End

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Two Sisters, One Second

  • Posted on March 16, 2019 at 2:39 pm

by Cartman94

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

Hi, my name is Lana and I’m here to tell you a story. A story about how one second can change your life. This is the story of how my sister and I fell in love.

It was a hot day. A really hot day. Sun shining, beautiful weather, but being the silent, indoors girl I am, I stayed inside. I was 18 years old and had just finished high school. Window open, sitting on the bed, controller in my hand, Xbox 360 on, playing a first person shooter. That’s what I liked to do.

You probably wouldn’t tell by my looks, but inside I’m a bit of a geek. Games, books, movies, computers, comic books, you name it. The closet against the farthest wall in my room was half filled with comic books and half filled with normal books, mostly sci-fi and fantasy and I had another small cabinet filled with games. This got me the attention of 90% of the boys in class. I could understand why. Either most girls didn’t play video games, or they just didn’t talk about it.

But even with all the attention, I never dated a guy. I guess I just wasn’t interested in them. Because of that I began to think that I may have been a lesbian, but it was the same with the girls. No one seemed interesting. I came to the conclusion that I just hadn’t found anyone fun yet.

“Still loving those video games, huh?”

I jumped at the sudden noise. I looked over my shoulder. “Brianna!” I jumped off the bed and hugged my sister. “It’s been way too long.”

Brianna was three years older than me. She just finished college without any problems, and now was back home looking for a job. Her college was far away from home, so she stayed there. I would only see her on school breaks, or special occasions like Christmas or New Year’s. Last time I saw her was in April for my birthday. She came all that way to surprise me.

My loud reaction may not suggest that I’m a quiet person, but that’s because it was my sister. We were always close. I mean, we did have some fights like normal siblings, but those things were quickly forgotten. If I ever had any problems in school or whatever, she was the person to go to. When we were little, we were inseparable.

“Congratulations on passing your finals, sis,” I said.

She hugged me back. “Thanks, Lana. You too.”

I let her go. “So, tell me about your last months in college.”

She chuckled. “Tonight, Lana. Mom and Dad will be gone, I’ll make your favorite spaghetti, and then we’ll talk.”

I grinned. “Thanks.” I made a motion towards the TV. “You wanna play something?”

She walked over to my Xbox, took the second controller and let herself fall on the bed. “Sure you can handle the disappointment?” she joked. I threw my pillow at her, and we both laughed.

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Six o’clock downstairs in the living room. Our parents were packed and ready to leave. They were going on a trip through parts of Europe, and would be gone for a month. They had a flight around 9 o’clock and it was a long drive to the airport. They hugged us both.

“Okay, there’s food in the fridge, if you need something, just…”

“Mom, Mom,” my sister cut her off and smiled, “we’re adults, we can take care of ourselves. There’s no need to worry.”

She nodded. “Yes, I know, I’m sorry. I’m just going to miss you.”

“We’re going to miss you too, Mom,” I said.

She hugged us again and they took off. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

They loaded their stuff in our dad’s car and left Mom’s car behind so we… well, so Brianna could drive if one of us needed to be somewhere. We waved again and they were gone.

I wasn’t as close with my parents as I was with my sister. Don’t get me wrong, I loved them, I couldn’t have wished for better parents, and I had some serious talks with my mom from time to time, but it wasn’t the same like with Brianna. She always seemed to understand me more. Maybe because she was younger.

“Well then,” my sister said as they faded out of view, “I guess I’ll start on that spaghetti.”

I laid the table and after about forty minutes, dinner was served. My mouth watered at the aroma of spaghetti Bolognese. I rolled a bunch of spaghetti onto my fork and put it in my mouth. Delicious.

“So Brianna, tell me about your last months in college.” I mumbled with a mouth full of food.

She giggled. “What?”

Oh. I bit on the spaghetti and swallowed it. “Sorry,” I grinned, “tell me about college.”

“Well, not much to tell since the last time I saw you, really. Just that I passed my finals. The last few weeks were a lot of studying, so there wasn’t much room for other activities.” I nodded. “But what about you? You finished high school. How did it go?”

“It was pretty easy for the most part. I had a little trouble with math, but nothing serious.”

“And now what? Are you gonna go to college?”

“I don’t know, it seems like fun and it’s probably the smart thing to do, but I’m not sure yet.” I really didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Well, whatever you do, I’m here for you.”

I smiled. “Thanks, sis.”

She grinned. “And how are things in the love department? Any romances?”

I shrugged. “Same old same old, still single.”

“How is that possible? You’re a beautiful girl and you’re a geek. Any boy would kill to be with you.”

I shrugged again. “I don’t know, I just don’t go out much, and the boys in my class just didn’t seem interesting to me.”

“Well don’t worry, you’ll find someone,” Brianna said, smiling.

I chuckled. “I’m not worrying, sis, I’m happy with what I have now. And what about you? Didn’t you have a boyfriend?”

“No, that’s over.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. What happened?”

“I found out he was cheating on me, so I broke up with him.”

“What a jerk.” She nodded in agreement. “I hope you find someone better, sis — you deserve a lot more.”

She leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Thanks, Lana, that means a lot to me.”

The discussion about our love interests ended and took other turns. We talked about our parents. Just like with me, she hadn’t seen them in a long time. Then we talked about whatever we could come up with. Well, Brianna did most of the talking. She’s not as quiet and shy as I am — in fact, she’s way more open and outgoing. She’s always so sweet and playful, but when it’s necessary, she can be very serious.

When dinner was finished, we did the dishes, watched a movie and went to bed.

*****

I woke up the next morning, took some clothes out of my closet and made my way to the bathroom. I put my hand on the doorknob, twisted it and when I pushed the door open I had to close my eyes to let out a big yawn.

“Um, good morning.”

My eyes shot open immediately. My sister was sitting on a chair, naked, one leg on the side of the bathtub and a razor in one of her hands.

I was startled and couldn’t move. My eyes flashed over her body. She had what looked like from here about B-sized breasts, a flat tummy and a trimmed patch of pubic hair. Her vagina was covered by her other leg. My eyes were glued to her body and then realizing I had been staring too long, I covered my eyes. My face had never been so red before and I became very nervous.

“Oh… sorry sis. I… I…” and practically ran out of the bathroom.

Shit. I had forgotten she was here. Her body flashed before my eyes. Wow, I thought to myself, she has a stunning body. I hit myself on the head. NO, don’t think that, she’s your sister, stop.

How long did I stare at her? It couldn’t have been longer than a second, could it? No, no maybe she didn’t even notice me staring. No she didn’t, I’m sure of it.

Suddenly, she came out of the bathroom. How long had I been standing here?

“Like what you saw?” she grinned.

I let out a nervous chuckle. “I… erm… I forgot you had to use the bathroom too. Sorry.”

She laughed and waved my apology away. “Don’t sweat it.” Then she came closer to me and pinched my butt. “I’ll see you naked one day too, and then we’ll be even.” She smiled and walked away.

Brianna was playing with me, I knew it. As we were growing up and hit puberty, she began making sexual jokes from time to time. She would joke around like that sometimes. It didn’t mean anything… did it? Did she notice me staring?

I tried to shake it off and entered the bathroom. Moments later, I was in the shower and washing myself, when her naked body flashed before me again, but now I felt this tingling in my stomach and my vagina tingled. What was going on?

Then when I was out of the shower and toweling off, I saw them. The pink panties she wore yesterday. They were lying there, on top of the dirty laundry.

My body moved on its own. What was going on? I grabbed her panties. The silk fabric felt so soft in my hands. I had the same panties but in a different color, why did hers feel so good?

The next thing I knew, I was sniffing them. The aroma was amazing. I couldn’t even begin to describe what it smelled like. I rubbed it against my cheek.

What was I doing? I threw them back on the laundry. Why was I doing this? Why did I have this feeling in my stomach, why did my pussy throb? Was it because I saw Brianna naked? That’s not possible, and besides, she’s my sister, it’s wrong. There’s rules, there’s… My hand was already reaching for her panties again. No! I filled the sink with ice cold water and splashed it on my face.

After I got myself together and put on my clothes I made my way down, a bit reluctantly. Brianna was sitting on the couch, and when I entered she smiled at me like nothing happened. My eyes scanned her body again and automatically, my mind was stripping her naked. A pretty face, breasts, a flat tummy, slender legs, but her vagina was covered by her leg again.

My stomach felt tingly again and I felt myself getting a little wet. I couldn’t react so I quickly made my way to the kitchen to eat my breakfast. Wow, I thought to myself, this is gonna be one hell of a month.

The rest of the day — and the rest of the week, for that matter — was kind of a blur. I spent most of the week in my room. That’s what I usually did when I she wasn’t home, but when she was home, normally I’d be downstairs hanging out with her. But I couldn’t. Every time I saw her I felt the same tingle in my stomach. Whenever we’d go out shopping or something like that, I would get nervous for some reason and wouldn’t talk that much. It wasn’t my typical behavior around her, and I’m sure she must have noticed something was wrong, but even if she did, she didn’t say anything.

*****

“Do you have any plans for today?” Brianna asked as we ate breakfast the next week.

“No, why?”

“Well, since it’s beautiful weather, how about we go to the beach? We could lay back and relax in the sun a bit. And the water will feel good.”

“I don’t know, sis, you know I’m not a fan of crowded places.”

She took my hand. “Please,” she widened her brown eyes to form these puppy eyes I could never resist. “as a favor to me. We’ll go lay somewhere a bit quiet and if you want, you can bring a book.”

“Fine.” She seemed happy with my answer. “but only because you asked me to.”

It wasn’t because the beach would be crowded that I didn’t want to go. I always liked the beach when I was younger, and if that meant more people around me than I was comfortable with, I didn’t mind. I didn’t want to go because I would see my sister in her bathing suit. Her naked body kept flashing before my eyes, and even though she would be wearing her bathing suit, it would be enough for me to stare at her again. To feel a bit uncomfortable and to feel guilty for looking at my sister, my own flesh and blood.

“Thanks, sis,” she said and stood up, “I guess we’ll better go put our bathing suits on.”

“We’re leaving the house in our bathing suits?”

She laughed. “No, silly, put your clothes on top of them. That way we won’t have to get changed on the beach, and there won’t be any creeps staring at us.”

I chuckled. “Okay, now I understand.” She smiled and ran upstairs. But there will be one creep staring at you, sis, I thought, and that’s me.

I ate the rest of my breakfast, put on my blue two-piece bikini in my room, covered it with my regular clothes, packed whatever I needed and went back downstairs. Brianna was practically jumping up and down, very excited. We put our stuff in the trunk of the car and drove off.

The beach wasn’t crowded like I thought it would be, and that made me happier, but it still took us a while before we found a place that was relatively quiet. Sweat was already pouring down our skin when we set foot on the sand. Brianna laid out her towel on the sand, while I folded out my beach chair. I had a towel myself, but I brought a book and it was easier for me to read in the chair.

I was busy setting up the beach umbrella when my attention was drawn to Brianna. She was taking off her clothes. She pulled up her tank top to reveal her flat tummy. It looked so smooth. Then, a pink bikini top came into view. It matched perfectly with her brown eyes and bright blonde hair. And as if she was teasing me… no, more like torturing me, she turned a bit, her back towards me and started pulling off her short skirt, bending forward as she does it. She slowly revealed her pink bikini panties. It didn’t cover her whole butt, most of her cheeks were completely exposed.

I practically came right there and then. When she turned around to get some sun block, I quickly turned to the umbrella, pretending I was busy… hoping she didn’t see me stare.

God damn it, Lana, I thought to myself as Brianna put on sun block. Stop staring! She’s your sister, for crying out loud.

I put on sun block myself and sat down in the chair. By now my sister was lying back, relaxing in the sun. She had her dark sunglasses on, and her eyes were impossible to see. I was already staring over her body, I couldn’t stop myself. Long, slender legs, perfect hips, a smooth tummy, hills on her chest that formed her breasts and a perfect face. Another tingling in my tummy and vagina.

People said we looked somewhat alike, but I disagreed. While she had bright blonde hair, mine was a bit darker. That was the only thing I found to be somewhat similar. Where she had brown eyes, I had bright blue. I had a bit of a small nose which I didn’t really like, but most people thought it was cute. I also had thinner lips than my sister. And where she had a natural athletic body, I didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, most people said I had a stunning figure and some of the girls in class were jealous, but I always thought that Brianna had a better body. And she had around what looked like B-sized breasts perhaps even C and I had A-sized ones. Overall, I couldn’t really complain about myself.

I lay down in the chair and took out my book, a fantasy novel about dragons and stuff. I didn’t put on my sunglasses, because then it would be almost impossible to read. I constrained myself from looking at Brianna. I kept thinking that she was my sister, and I wasn’t allowed to think that way about her. It was really hard, but I managed for the most part… at least until she spoke up.

“Hey sis,” she began as she turned around on her front, her breasts swinging sideways, “do you mind putting some sun block on my back?”

No, no, no. Don’t ask me that, Brianna. I managed to smile. “Sure, sis,” I said with a quiver in my voice.

I got up, straddled her legs and squirted some sun block on my hands. My arms moved towards her lower back. Her skin felt so soft and so delicate under my fingers. Again, the tingling in my belly. Her body was hot from the sun and my fingers just melted into her skin. I rubbed her lower back for way too long before moving on to her upper back. Even her shoulders felt both fragile and strong. So soft, so smooth. My hands were glued to her body.

“Sis?” she suddenly said.

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind putting some on my legs and butt?”

I froze. Come on, say something. “Um…”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

But that was the problem. I wanted to do it, but for the wrong reasons. I tried to speak but my throat was blocked. I swallowed and tried to hide my nervousness. “Sure, no problem… I mean, what are sisters for, right?”

She smiled. “Thanks, Lana.”

Shaking inside, I spread Lana’s legs and got on my knees between them. With nervous hands I squeezed some sun block into my palms and moved towards one of her calves. So far so good, I said to myself, these are just your sister’s legs, there’s nothing erotic about that.

Done with both her calves, I moved upwards towards her thighs. This was getting harder. So soft and smooth, just like the rest of her body. Then came both the best and worst part. Her butt.

I squeezed some more sun block into my trembling hands and moved them towards her tush. My heart was pounding and sweat was dripping down my forehead. I almost gasped at the softness of her cheeks. My sister definitely didn’t have a big butt, in fact it looked firm, but I had never been so wrong before. They were like jelly, my fingers sank down into her flesh.

I caught myself just holding her butt in my hands, not moving them and spreading the sun block. I took a deep breath and moved. My fingers dug even deeper. I had to keep myself from pinching it. One of my fingers accidentally slipped under the fabric and brushed her hole. I swear I heard a small moan.

I literally got lost in her tush. My hands kept moving on their own, not wanting to stop, not wanting to let go. She felt so perfect.

“Okay, sis,” she smiled and pulled me out of my trance I’d fallen into while touching her behind, “I think I have enough sun block there now.”

I blushed again, harder than ever before. “Oh yeah,” I said, quickly taking my hands off her butt and making my way back to my chair while trying to talk to her, falling over my words. “Sorry.”

She didn’t say anything and just grinned before putting her head back down, facing me, and relaxing again. I took my book, but I had trouble reading. I constantly lost attention and kept glancing at Brianna, especially her butt. I knew I sat there a long time, but I hadn’t even read a single page yet before she said something. I heard a distant voice, but my mind and gaze were fixed on her body.

“Sis.” she said with a louder voice.

I almost jumped out of my chair. Oh God, I was staring again, wasn’t I? She saw me, she definitely saw me. Oh God, I’m screwed. No, no she probably didn’t see me. “Yeah?” I said, dreading her answer.

“I asked if you wanted to go swimming.”

“Oh, sorry, I was… I was a bit focused on my book,” I lied, “but sure, sounds like fun.” And maybe it would get her out of my head.

“Great,” she said and jumped up. Her breasts bounced up and down and swung sideways. “Race ya there.” She took off in a run. The flesh of her butt bouncing up and down as she ran. I followed it until she was in the water. I closed my eyes and rubbed the side of my head. God, Lana, I said to myself, stop thinking about her.

I stood up and made my way to the sea. I was positive that being in the water would help me. And I was correct. It felt good in the warm summer sun and it helped me get my mind off Brianna a bit.

That was until we got out of the water. It was as if she was a goddess rising from beneath the sea. A queen I read about in one of my books. The sunlight shone on the water gliding down her body and made her skin sparkle. She was already drying herself off before I got out of the water.

“Wanna go home?” she asked when I arrived.

Thank God, I thought to myself, if we stay longer I will go crazy. “Okay.”

Once home, watching TV after we both took a shower, I just had to ask her. I had to know what this feeling meant.

“Brianna, you’ve had a few boyfriends, right?”

She looked away from the TV. “What are you implying by that?”

“Oh no, no, I didn’t mean… I wasn’t trying to…”

She laughed. “I’m just kidding, Lana. What do you want to know?”

I tried to smile back, but I couldn’t. “How do you know when you like someone?”

The corners of her mouth rose and formed a smile. “Anyone caught your interest?”

“No, no, no,” I quickly answered before I slipped something out, “I mean, maybe someone did and I just didn’t know or something.”

She stared at me for a few seconds and then shook her head. “No, if you really like someone, you’d know. If you like someone, you’ll feel something inside you, you know like when they say you get butterflies in your stomach, you’ll get tingly and warm. And when you look at that person, you’ll automatically smile and feel happy. And if you really like someone, you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off of that person. Wherever you are, everything around you will lose meaning and all your attention will be focused on that one human being.”

I knew that, but I was too afraid to admit it. I just nodded.

My reaction must have looked sad because she took my hand in hers. “Look, sis, you’ll find someone like that. And when the time comes, whoever it may be, that person will not be able to resist you.”

Yeah, I thought to myself, I think she will.

*****

The days crawled by. By the end of the week I had come to terms with the fact that I was falling in love with my sister. Now I was not only angry and disgusted with myself for doing so, but I was also sad. Sad because I could never be with her. You can’t date family. Siblings aren’t supposed to be together, to sleep together. But I kept torturing myself… I kept hoping.

*****

A new day. I found myself in the bathroom and was staring at my sister’s panties in the laundry again. There were new panties every day, and every day I took them in my hands. Soft black silk, my sister’s scent. Time and time again I took in the aroma. The scent found its way deep into my nose… delicious.

I started to put them back, but something deep inside made me hesitate. Instead, I put them on. The fabric felt incredible as it slid against my thighs. I was going too far and I knew it. Wearing my sister’s panties was too much, but it was the only way to feel her against me the way I wanted.

Even though my bra didn’t match her panties at all, I put on the rest of my clothes and went downstairs. There was a note on the table.

Out for groceries. Home around 11.

I sighed and had to smile. “Well, that means a little less staring today,” I said to myself. But I was wrong.

Brianna arrived a bit later than 11 o’clock. “Sorry,” she said while carrying some bags, “I went shopping, too.”

“What did you buy?” I asked, looking up from my book.

“I’ll show you this afternoon,” she said while putting the bags down and getting the food from the car, “but I got us pizza. You want some?”

“Sure, sounds great.”

It was somewhere in the afternoon before my sister showed off what she’d bought. Neither one of us are big fashion divas, but that didn’t mean we never let each other see our new clothes. She hadn’t gotten that much, just a few tops and skirts. Of course, she was beautiful in every single piece.

Then she yelled something from the kitchen, where she was changing. “This next thing is a bit different, but I want your honest opinion, okay?”

“Okay.”

I nearly fainted when she appeared. The only thing she was wearing was lingerie. She had black panties with red ruffles and a matching black and red bra. My eyes almost fell out of my head just by looking at her. “Wow.”

“So you like it?”

I nodded heavily without talking, afraid I would say too much. I could already feel myself getting wet.

“I also brought something for you.”

“You bought me lingerie?”

“Just a bra. When I saw it I immediately thought of you,” she said while walking back into the kitchen. “Just close your eyes.”

I didn’t know what she meant when she said that she thought of me, but I did as she said and closed my eyes. After a few seconds, I felt her placing something in my hands.

I opened my eyes and burst out laughing. She gave me a bra with on the left cup the left side of a Xbox 360 controller and on the right cup, the right side of the controller. It took a few seconds before I had control over my laugh. “It’s beautiful, thanks sis.”

“Why don’t you try it on?”

My eyes shot up. “What, now? Here?”

“Lana, I’m standing here in my underwear…”

“Fine.”

“Just think of it as a preview for when I see you naked one day,” she said with a grin. “You still owe me.”

I stood up quickly and turned my back to her to cover my red face. I removed my top and bra and put on the new one. “It fits perfectly, Brianna,” I said while turning back to her.

Now she had to laugh herself. “It’s the perfect bra for you.”

I looked down, still feeling awkward. “I guess.”

She smiled. “So, Lana, what do you want to do today?”

*****

We were watching television that evening. It was already dark outside, but it was still incredibly warm… so Brianna walked around all day in just her underthings. She made it very hard for me to concentrate on anything else. My eyes kept straying to her body and I kept wondering how it would feel pressed against mine. I wanted to plant kisses all over my sister, from her little toe to her earlobe, from her mouth to her vagina. I wondered what she would say if she could read my mind.

Suddenly, everything went dark. The lights and the TV flicked off and there was total silence.

Brianna stood up, walked to the window and pulled aside one of the curtains. “The whole neighborhood’s dark. Looks like a power outage.” She took a step back, “I’ll go look for a flashlight.”

She came back after a while — not with a flashlight, but with candles. “I didn’t find one, so we’re going to have to do like in the old days,” she chuckled, then put the candles on the table. She went to the kitchen to get matches, then lit them. The flames of the candles made for a dim glow, but it was enough to see by. “Now what?”

An hour later after we already finished one board game, and were busy playing Monopoly. We sat on the floor close together to see the board in the dim glow, me still in my skirt and bra, and my sister still in her lingerie. Her bare leg kept sliding against mine when she moved her game piece, as if she was doing it on purpose. Our conversation started out with random stuff, but turned to more romantic and sexual things later on.

“How does your first kiss feel?” I asked while moving my pawn.

“You never kissed anyone?” she asked a bit bewildered. I shook my head. “But what about that boy, what was his name again… Adam?”

I rolled my eyes. “That was in like primary school…. and if I remember right, it was a dare in Truth or Dare or something like that. Doesn’t count.”

She stared for a while, making me a bit uncomfortable. “So you’ve never been kissed?”

I shook my head again, cheeks red from embarrassment. “No.”

She took my hand in hers. “That’s good, Lana… you shouldn’t throw something like that away, it’s much better if it’s with someone you like.”

I shrugged. “But still, how does it feel?”

“That’s something I can’t describe, baby sis, you’ll have to experience it for yourself.”

I sighed, a bit disappointed that I still didn’t know. “Okay then, what do you do when you want someone to kiss you?”

She chuckled a bit. “I usually take the first step.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, most guys don’t know when to take a hint, so I figure I’ll help,” she smiled.

“How?”

She turned to me with a look in her eyes that I’d never seen before, and after a few seconds she said, “Turn to me.”

A bit startled by the sudden change in her voice and eyes, I did what she said, then stretched my legs towards her. She stood up only to straddle my legs. I didn’t know what was going on, but my breathing had already become heavier. “Well,” she continued, “there are a few different kisses. There is, for example, a kiss that’s just pure lust. That’s the sort of kiss-and-tear-each-other’s-clothes-off kind of thing.”

She put her hands on mine, slid them up my arms and stopped at my shoulders. Her touch gave me goose bumps over my entire body. “Then there are these quick little kisses, so you can tease the other person a bit.”

Her hands slid upwards, combed my hair and then rested on my cheeks. “And then,” she said while moving her head forward, “there is a passionate kiss.” She held her lips an inch from mine. My entire body was rigid. I was breathing hard, my heart beating in my chest like it was possessed and my lips quivered when I felt her hot breath on them. I looked into her eyes and saw the fire in them. “A kiss for someone you love. Nothing can surpass that.”

She closed the gap. I went limp when her lips touched mine. My heart was beating even faster and I felt hot all over, like my body was burning.

It took a couple of seconds before I could react and kiss her back. She was right, this feeling is indescribable. My lips melted into hers, her warmth pulled me into a trance. I’d waited far too long for this moment. Her touch had me feeling total euphoria.

But then she broke away. The cooler air touching my lips brought me back to reality. This beautiful girl was on top of me, the dim glow coming from the candles accentuating the gleam in her eyes.

Then it hit me. My older sister and I just kissed, like girlfriends! I felt terrible and miserable and started looking around nervously and mumbling to myself.

“Lana?” my sister asked, clearly very worried.

“S-sorry,” I said to no one in particular and crawled from under her and ran upstairs in the dark. I locked my door and fell down on the bed. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t.

“Lana.” A soft knock and a troubled voice came from the direction of the door. I ignored it. I couldn’t face her now, it was too embarrassing. I wanted this for so long, but when it happened it was just too much.

After a few more knocks I heard her leave, and a single tear fell down my face and onto the bed.

I don’t know how long I lay there, staring at nothing in the pitch black. But then, as if my body had a mind of its own, I stood up and went to Brianna’s room. I knocked on the door.

“Yes.”

Without a reply I entered, then crawled next to her under the sheets. She took one of the candles from downstairs and, just like downstairs, her room was lit just enough to see each other. She turned to me and began combing my hair with her fingers.

“Why did you kiss me?” I asked, averting my eyes. It was a stupid question, but it was the only thing I could say.

She moved a bit closer and pressed her body against mine. “Because that’s what you wanted, right?”

“How did you know?”

She shrugged for as far as possible laying sideways. “Ever since you saw me naked, you began acting weird, then you stayed in your room far more than you normally do when I’m home. You kind of avoided me and always blushed when I talked to you. Then I took you to the beach… and when you kept looking at me, I figured out what was going on.”

I blushed again. I never knew that she’d noticed how much I stared at her that day! “I just thought it was because I’m still a virgin, and when I saw you that it was just stupid lust,” I said. “But that feeling didn’t go away and when I asked you how you knew if someone liked you, that’s when I knew. But that was also the worst part because I knew that it could never work out, b-because you’re my sister and I’m just an awful p-person.” I was struggling not to cry.

Brianna moved her hand form my hair to my chin and made look her in the eyes. “Lana, if I didn’t want anything to happen between us, why did I let you massage my ass for so long… and why would I pose in lingerie for you?”

A sparkle of hope burned deep in me. “You mean… you want to be something more than just sisters too?”

She slowly nodded. “I don’t know why, but ever since that day on the beach, you were the only thing I could think about. I had some problems with it too, to be honest. Being in love with your baby sister isn’t really normal, but after a few days I decided that that didn’t matter, I just wanted to be with you. I thought long and hard about how I could get things to the point where you’d let me kiss you, and decided to just let you see me in my underwear.”

“I’m glad you did.”

She rolled on top of me. The same fire burned in her eyes as before, but this time I kissed her. All my worries I’d had about us were gone. My big sister was as much in love with me as I was with her. She pressed her tongue softly against my mouth, then when I opened my lips I felt her tongue engaging mine for the first time. I wrapped my arms around her lower back and pressed her closer against my body. I never wanted to let her go.

After a while she broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes again. The only thing we could do was laugh.

She caressed my cheek with her thumb and even though she knew how much I wanted it, she teased me by asking, “Do you want to see me naked again?”

“Yes, please,” was the only thing I could say.

She straightened herself and straddled my hips. With a sly grin she began unhooking her bra. My jaw fell down when she threw her bra on the floor. “Wow, you truly have the body of a goddess.” She gave me a strange look. “S-sorry, one of my characters in my books had a beautiful body, too,” I stammered.

Brianna laughed, pulled me up and kissed me again. My hands were already fumbling with her breasts. They were so soft and perfect. I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched them softly which resulted in a soft moan. I left her lips and made my way south. I kissed her cheek, her neck, her collarbone and her breasts. She dug her fingernails in my flesh when I closed my mouth around one of her nipples. I glided my tongue over and around the already hard, little pink areola, then savored the taste of my sister’s skin as she kept moaning.

As I licked away at her nipples, I felt Brianna’s hands gliding down my back and opening my new bra. It quickly fell to the floor, then I was on my back, moaning as my sister’s mouth closed around my nipple. I moaned her name when she softly bit it.

She massaged, then licked my breasts for a while before moving downstairs, pausing at my belly button to give it a kiss. Then she began undoing my skirt. She slid it down my legs, threw it on the ground next to my bra, then her eyes widened.

“Are those my panties?”

Shit. I blushed again, my cheeks red as a tomato, not knowing what to say. “Uhm… I…”

She moved in to kiss me, then whispered in my ear, “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”

I had no time to react, because she was already taking off my panties. Then she had them in her hands, and I was completely naked in front of my sister. She lay back down next to me and held her panties inches from my face. “Look at what you’ve done,” she teased, “they’re totally wet.” She was right, her panties were drenched with my juices.

Then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She put the crotch panel in her mouth and moaned, “Delicious.” I had no idea that she was so dirty.

“And I’m the naughty one?” I playfully asked.

She laughed. “I like a little preview.” She took the panties between two fingers and let them dangle in my face. I took in my own aroma — wow, I didn’t know I smelled that good. “Try it yourself,” she said, “you taste delightful.” My juices oozed out of my vagina when she said that and without any hesitation I took the crotch of those sodden into my mouth… she was right, I tasted amazing. She grinned again, then whispered in my ear, “Yeah… you’re as naughty as I am.”

I giggled as she crawled back to my feet. I felt her hands gliding over my legs and thighs, then I felt her hot breath on my shaved vulva. She kissed it softly and, just to tease me, avoided my clitoris. I moaned in expectation as she kept teasing me with kisses around my vagina. I was just about to beg her to stop teasing, then she licked my clit. My whole body shivered and I moaned louder. Again her tongue flickered against my clit, again shivers. I bit into her panties to control my moaning, but the taste and aroma of my pussy only drove me wilder.

Brianna spent a lot of time on my clit until I thought I would have an orgasm, then she spread my lips with her finger and drilled her tongue deep inside me. I arched my back and moaned her name. She pushed her tongue as deep as possible, then started to work it in and out. I felt her glide against the walls of my insides, felt my juices flow into her mouth. Instinctively I grabbed my breasts, kneading them to intensify the pleasure.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I surrendered my body to pleasure, moaning and quivering while she filled me up, still inhaling deeply through those damp panties. Then I felt her tongue and hand leaving me only to be immediately replaced by two fingers.

I clutched the sheets and screamed, “Brianna… oh, Brianna!”

Her fingers went even deeper, and when she moved inside me, I shook harder than before. She spread her fingers and felt around, just as if she was looking for something… and then she found it. I felt some kind of pressure inside, then I went crazy. Sensations and feelings rushed through my body. My mind was blank, focused only on pleasure.

Brianna was lying next to me, cradling me to her, one hand still busy between my legs. She was massaging my clit with her thumb, I screamed again. “Baby sis,” she whispered, “you’re so beautiful. Come for me.”

She kissed me, her fingers pressing against what I found out later was called my g-spot, her thumb on my clit, her tongue entwining mine and the thought of sex with my beautiful big sister pushed me over the edge.

I broke the kiss, a scream ripping through my body. My back arched, I shook uncontrollably and my heart was beating faster than ever before when my orgasm reached its peak. I felt my pussy contract around my sister’s fingers.

I collapsed on the bed, and my sister fell down on top of me. After pressing my g-spot once more, she slowly withdrew her fingers from my pussy, brought them to her mouth and licked them. Without thinking I took Brianna’s hand and copied her, tasting myself, moaning as I did it.

Laughing with delight, Brianna kissed me. She took her panties from me, held them to her face to breathe in the scent, then let them fall to the floor. “My quiet sister, always so shy,” she playfully began, “drenched her sister’s panties in her juices and then rubbed them all over her face without a moment’s hesitation.”

I had to laugh myself. “That’s why I love you, sis. You always manage to bring out a side of me I never knew I had.”

She stared back into my eyes. “I love you, baby sister.”

I don’t know where the next thing came from, but I said it anyway. “It’s not over yet, sis. Take off your panties and come sit on my face. I’m going to eat you like no one has ever done before.”

She looked at me, startled, not used to me taking such a direct approach — but then grinned and did as I said. She held her panties just above my head, just as she did with the other pair, but when I tried to nip at them, she pulled the drenched undies away and playfully laughed. She licked them herself just to tease me, then tossed them aside and straddled my head. Her aroma filled my nose, and she was literally dripping on my face.

Without any hesitation and teasing, I began to please Brianna, pushing my tongue into her pussy. Her fluids oozed into my mouth. She tasted divine. And being the loud girl she was, she immediately began moaning my name. “Ah, Lana, yes… go deeper.”

I did as she said, my tongue probing her sweet depths. I lapped at her and her body shook above my head and I saw she was groping her own breasts.

Then I began licking her clit. With every touch I heard a deep sigh and a long moan. I licked it, I nibbled it, I did whatever I could think of, and everything resulted in loud moans and cries. She took hold of the headboard to keep herself straight as my tongue lapped at her clit.

After a while, I began switching back and forth between licking Brianna’s clit and shoving my tongue deep inside her vagina.

She began to masturbate while I drilled inside her over and over again. She breathed heavily and her juices kept flowing from her and I knew she was about to come.

“Ahhh, baby sis,” she gasped, “don’t stop I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…” Clutching her thighs, I was bathing my sister’s opening with long swipes of the tongue, and she loved it.

Suddenly her body went stiff. “Oh, sis!” Brianna shrieked as she came. I’d never heard her scream as loud as that. Her juices filled my mouth and bathed my face, her body shaking above me as she reached her climax.

After a long time she fell back down next to me, panting, trying to breathe. Finally she managed to say, “Wow, Lana, that was incredible.”

I gave her a long kiss and then thought of something. “Can I try something?”

“What?”

“Um, obviously I don’t know if you’ve ever done this before, but ever since that day on the beach I kept thinking about it.”

She frowned, puzzled. “About what?”

“I want to surprise you. Get up on your hands and knees, okay?”

She did as I said, presenting her perfect butt to me. I put my hands on her soft cheeks to spread them a bit, then moved closer, pressing my tongue into her anus.

“Lana!” she squealed.

Ever since that day that I massaged Brianna’s butt and I accidentally touched her rosebud, I’d had this wild impulse to please her there. I licked up and down my sister’s crack, getting it wet. Her anus tasted good, a hint of pussy in the flavor.

After a few swipes of the tongue, I took it up a notch and clumsily shoved two fingers in her pussy. She moaned even louder. My own vagina was throbbing like crazy, so I started fingering myself as well. My last orgasm hadn’t fully subsided yet, but I was already hungry for more.

It didn’t take long before Brianna came again. “Baby sis… oh, God, again — I’m…” And before she could finish her sentence, everything contracted, her body seizing up. She clutched the sheets and screamed out loud, slumping forward and burying her face in the pillow.

Finally, unable to take any more, my sister pulled away. I didn’t pause for an instant, rolling onto my back and bringing my right hand down to replace the other one in between my legs. I was mauling my pussy, panting for breath as my orgasm grew closer.

Brianna took my other fingers, the one that had just been inside me, sucked them clean, then kissed me passionately, her tongue probing my mouth. “Yeah baby sister, you’re so fuckin’ dirty,” she began, breaking away, her eyes burning into mine. “Rub your cunt, make yourself come for me. I love you, my sexy little lesbian slut.”

Her dirty talk was too much and I exploded, screaming her name one last time.

She stretched out next to me. We looked at each other and laughed. I can’t remember ever feeling happier.

Brianna caressed my face. “I never thought of licking someone’s butthole before, Lana… but that was amazing. I can’t wait to try that on you.”

I kissed her again, then we relaxed in each other’s arms. After a long silence, I suddenly said, “I think we’re even, now that you’ve seen me naked too.”

She giggled, but shook her head. “No, I don’t want it to be even. When I said that I meant, like, seeing you get out of the shower or something like that.” Her fingers traced my tummy. “But now… I don’t want to lose this, sis. I don’t want to lose you.”

Sitting up, I blew out the candle on the nightstand, then slid back into her embrace. “You won’t lose me, sis.”

*****

The next morning, after we had some sexy fun in the shower, we were sitting naked on the couch, sharing kisses. I never thought I could be this happy, but now there was something bugging me.

“Now what?” I asked, breaking our kiss.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you want us to go on doing this, right? Being lovers.”

She grinned. “Oh, I absolutely do. No more boys for me, baby sis. I’m totally gay, gay for you.”

I took her hand and squeezed it. “How can we be, though? Unless we keep it hidden. Mom and Dad, they’ll never let us be together. And the people we know, they’ll be grossed out. They’ll despise us.”

She was silent for a long time, lost in thought. Then she suddenly jumped up and pulled me up. “Come.” she said.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re running away. We’ll leave town and live somewhere else.”

“What?”

She turned to me and held me close. “You’re right. Mom and Dad and our friends will never approve of this, and they’ll never let us be together, but I don’t want that. I want your lips, I want your body, I want to live with you and spend the rest of my life with you. We can take Mom’s car and drive far away, somewhere where no one knows us. I can get a job with my degree and you can find a part-time job or something until we have enough money to send you to college. We could live together and love each other without anyone knowing that we’re sisters.”

“But running away…”

“It’s a crazy idea, I know. But if it means being with you, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

I was silent now for a while. My head was filled with all these kinds of emotions. Doubt, questions. But when I looked into her eyes, they all disappeared. I nodded. “Yes, let’s run away.”

We ran upstairs, packed everything we could think of. Clothes, toothbrush, towels, toilet paper. Luckily both me and my sister had some money in the bank, enough to keep us for a while. We wrote a letter saying that we were sorry, but we had to leave. We wrote that we had our reasons but that we couldn’t tell them. We also wrote that there was no need to worry, that we would be okay and that everything would be perfect. We taped the note on the table and went to the car.

“You sure you want to do this, baby sis?” she asked, the car filled with all kinds of stuff.

I leaned towards her and gave her a long, deep kiss. “Drive.”

She turned on the ignition, the motor roared and we took off.

The End

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Tears of the Sun, Chapter 9

  • Posted on March 14, 2019 at 2:04 pm

by Purple Les

With The Kid’s hand in hers, eleven-year-old Susie marched toward the house with a determined stride, escorting her new friend to the wash house. Suddenly she halted in mid-step. “You need a change of clothes after you wash?” she asked. “Maybe we should get those first.”

“That’s a mighty good idea,” said The Kid. “Reckon I got a day’s worth of sweat and trail dirt on these duds.”

“This way, then.” Changing her direction, Susie guided The Kid to the front door of the ranch house.

The Kid’s belongings were still in the entryway, so she took what she needed from her saddlebags. Then Susie retraced their route to the wash house. It was a small well-built shack with a tin roof, a door and two windows and a small stove, plus a water barrel on top that served as a shower. There was also a tub inside, and the well wasn’t far away, either.

“You can put your clothes over there,” Susie told the Kid. “There is washcloths and towels hanging yonder. You can shower or have a bath. If you want a bath, I can help you heat up some water on the stove there. We’d just need to make a fire in the stove. The soap’s on the shelf.”

“Well, now, Susie.” the Kid said, “It’s such a hot day, I believe I’d be partial to a shower.” She glanced at Susie who didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving. “If you have other things to do, I’ll be fine here.”

Susie shrugged. “I got nothin’ to do. If I go back to the house, Ma will just find chores for me. Uh… mind if I stay and keep you company?”

“Sure, that’s fine with me,” The Kid answered. She could tell that the preteen girl wasn’t hanging around to make small talk, but to see her naked. Not that The Kid was bothered by the idea. In fact, the thought of baring herself before this sweet young thing excited her.

The Kid unfastened her gun belt and put it to one side, then sat down on the bench to take her boots off.

“Let me help,” Susie said. Straddling The Kid’s leg with her back to the young woman, she began to tug at the heel of the left boot. “You push, I’ll pull,” Susie instructed.

As she struggled with the boot, Susie’s dress bunched up over the Kid’s leg, exposing the girl’s black stockings up to her knees.

Finally, Susie managed to pull the first boot off, stumbling forward but quickly catching her balance. “There!” she exclaimed, brandishing it proudly. “Now the other one.”

As Susie started on the right boot, The Kid put her stockinged foot on the girl’s backside, giving her some leverage.

What a nice behind she’s got, The Kid thought as the other boot came off. Wouldn’t mind seeing it bare.

“Good job, Susie,” said The Kid, shucking her socks before she stood and began to undress. She doffed her vest, then began to undo the buttons of her flannel shirt, slowly opening it to reveal her breasts.

The Kid pretended that this was all perfectly normal, stripping naked in front of an eleven-year-old girl. Most women would’ve asked for some privacy. Instead, the Kid let her shirt fall to the floor, then slowly undid the buttons on the fly of her Levi-Strauss jeans. She liked how fidgety and red-faced Susie got as more and more of her body was exposed.

All the while Susie kept chatting away about this and that, trying to seem nonchalant — but her eyes kept coming back to The Kid.

Now completely nude, The Kid stepped under the nozzle and pulled the rope that allowed the cool water to sprinkle down freely. Once she’d soaked her skin and hair, she picked up the soap and began to lather herself up.

Susie had been trying to keep up the small talk, but now she stood quietly, staring at the nude young woman. Finally, unable to help herself, she timidly stammered, “You’re b-beautiful. Like a… a Greek statue or something, but even prettier.” Then she made a face, clearly embarrassed and regretting her words.

She perked up right away, though, when The Kid smiled and replied, “Why, thank you. That’s the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me, I do believe.”

“I like the, the paintings on your arms, too.” Susie added, “Did it hurt to get them?”

“These? They’re called tattoos. And yeah, they did smart some for a day or so. Got them the same time as the ones on my chin.” The Kid made sure to give Susie a good look at her from all sides as she washed. Finally, she faced the awed girl and lathered up her vulva, working her fingers around that area.

As she gently toyed with her clit, The Kid saw Susie staring wide-eyed, watching her masturbate. The girl’s hands were in her lap, pressing down, and she was squeezing her thighs together. There was also a pinkness in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the warmth of the bathhouse.

Got a feeling that Arabella’s gonna fit in just fine here with her cousins, The Kid thought. Tugging at the rope again, she rinsed herself off thoroughly.

The Kid stood facing Susie. Her skin gleaming, nipples hard. She watched as Susie took in the entirety of her nakedness, the young girl’s eyes moving from her tits down to her tight belly until she was staring at the Kid’s vulva. The moderate tan of the Kid’s face and hands contrasted with the rest of her light skin.

“Could’ya hand me a towel please, Susie?”

That seemed to rouse Susie from the trance she’d fallen into. Hastening to fetch a towel, she handed it to The Kid, but kept drinking in the sight of her bare body. “How’d you get that scar on your right arm?” Susie finally asked.

The Kid was surprised by the question, since Arabella had never asked her about it. “Gunshot wound,” she answered, leaving it at that. It had happened three years ago on her last visit to Oak Creek, a reminder that death was always near, waiting to claim one more.

Taking her time about it, The Kid put on the clean clothes she’d brought along: a clean but more worn pair of dungarees and a man’s black cotton shirt that she didn’t bother to tuck in. She slid her feet into clean socks, swapping a pair of moccasins for her boots, then put her green corduroy vest back on after brushing some of the dust off it. She combed her long wet hair out, letting it hang straight to dry. She didn’t strap her gun belt back on, just slung it over one shoulder.

Picking up her poor battered hat, she placed it on Susie’s head. “There ya go, buckaroo.” Susie giggled, delighted.

They walked back to the house, Susie skipping the whole way with the Kid’s dirty clothes bundled in her arms. Once inside, The Kid draped her gun belt over a peg. After plucking her hat off Susie’s head, she hung that over her guns, then set her boots on the floor. Susie put the clothes in a small room off to the side where the laundry was gathered, returning just as Arabella and Mimi came thundering down the stairs.

Arabella raced over to The Kid, while Susie joined her sister at the foot of the staircase.

“Well, now, Arabella,” said The Kid, looking the freshly scrubbed girl up and down. ”Don’t you look like a princess, with that pretty dress and your hair piled up high like that.”

Arabella wrinkled her nose and said, “You smell pretty, Kid, like a flower.”

“Thanks. I reckon it must be that soap they have in the wash house. You smell nice, too.”

“Thanks, Mimi had me stand in my underclothes while she cleaned me up with soap and water. She washed my hair too and put it up like her and Aunt Clem wear it. The dress is one of Susie’s that she outgrew.” She drew closer, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one else was listening. “I think Mimi liked me in my underwear, that’s all I had on for awhile. She kissed me right on the mouth once, too.”

While she listened to Arabella, The Kid watched the sisters whisper to each other, as if exchanging similar secrets. Wonder what they’re talkin’ about, she mused. Is Susie tellin’ Mimi about seein’ me in the altogether? The way the girls kept stealing glances at her made The Kid think this might be the case, especially since they were looking at Button in the very same way.

A moment later, the sisters walked over to join The Kid and Arabella. “Come on with us,” Mimi said. “Supper’s ready.”

It was early evening now, and when Susie and Mimi led their new friends into the dining room, Clementine was there lighting the oil lamps, then the candles on the table. Blowing out the match once she’d lit the last one, she said, “Arabella, Kid, please have a seat. The girls will help me bring the food out.” She left for the kitchen, her daughters close behind.

Once they were alone, Arabella quickly asked, “What happened when Susie took you to the wash house, Kid? Did she help you get clean? Was she givin’ you the eye when you took your clothes off?”

“Shhhh… best ask me later, Button. They’re comin’ right back.”

Sure enough, Clementine emerged from the kitchen an instant later, bearing a platter piled high with fried chicken. Susie followed with a basket of warm biscuits and a bowl of dumplings. Mimi was behind her sister with hot ears of corn and a bowl of mashed potatoes. They placed the food on the table in turn, then sat down.

Clementine and the girls folded their hands and Clem said, “Thank you, Lord, for gifting us with the return of our beloved Arabella… and for our new friend, The Tequila Kid. We ask that you look down on this family in the day to come, and guide us in all things. Now bless this food for the nourishment of our bodies, and our bodies to thy service. We pray in Jesus’ name, Amen.”

Susie and Mimi echoed “Amen.” Clem looked up with a smile and said, “Help yourself while it’s still hot.”

As they began to tuck in, Clementine said, “I’ve some good French wine, Kid, if you care to indulge.”

“Well, ma’am — sorry, Clem — I reckon I couldn’t taste the difference ‘tween fancy wine and cheap rotgut, but I’d be mighty proud to try yours.”

Laughing, Clementine poured wine for her and the Kid, then the room fell silent but for the sound of eating, forks and knives clinking on china.

Eventually, The Kid spoke up. “These are the best vittles I’ve ate in a long spell,” she said, spreading a dab of fresh butter on the steaming core of a hot biscuit.

“I made the dumplings,” fourteen-year-old Mimi said. “Ma fried up the chicken and we helped each other with all the rest.”

“It would have been easier if someone hadn’t vanished for most of the afternoon,” Clementine said as she gave Susie a stern look. Susie looked down at the table with a sheepish look on her face.

Taking a sip of wine, The Kid said, “You are both good cooks.”

Arabella said, “Out where the Kid fixed me up after I got lost in the desert, we ate chicken most every day. I never had such good chicken before.”

“Well, now,” the Kid said shyly, “When you’re out on the trail and half-starved, everything tastes better when it’s cooked over the fire and you eat it outside. But for my money, this is the best chicken and dumplings I ever did have.”

They continued to eat and chat. At one point Susie said, “Save room for dessert, everybody. Ma made an apple pie.”

“I wish I’d knowed that before I had seconds. I’m fit to bust.” the Kid said.

“Don’t worry,” said Clementine, “We’ll clean up the dishes before we have dessert. I’ll make us some coffee, too.”

“Let us do it, Ma,” Susie said, wanting to get back on her mother’s good side. “You already worked hard enough on supper. C’mon, Mimi — give me a hand.”

“I’ll help, too,” Arabella said with a smile, getting up with Mimi.

“Thank you, girls,” Clementine murmured.

The three girls cleared off the table and started coffee while the Kid and Clementine got to know each other better. The Kid explained to Clementine that they never had chicken while they were on the trail… she’d only told that to Arabella so she’d eat the less appetizing kinds of game she caught, like lizards or snakes.

The Kid shared some of her history with Clementine, then Clem told the Kid how her husband had died years after the Civil War from complications of his battle injuries.

“With Pete gone, I thought sure that we’d have to sell off the ranch,” she said. “It was Slim who talked me out of it. He and my husband were like brothers… they served together in the war, you know. Anyhow, Slim got most of the other hands to stay on. Four of them are still with us, and they’re practically part of the family. I hope you’ll stay long enough to meet them all. Fine boys, every blessed one.”

The Kid nodded. “I got to jaw some with Slim. Liked him right away. Men like him don’t grow on every bush, that’s for sure.”

“Slim still treats me like I’m his daughter. He didn’t exactly stop any men from coming to court me after Pete passed, but he sure weeded out the ones that was just after the ranch.” She shook her head. “It didn’t matter, really. I’ve got no plans to marry again.”

Uncertain of how to respond, The Kid remained silent.

Her expression suddenly turning sober, Clem sighed. “Tell me, Kid,” she began, “how is Arabella holding up? Honestly, now.”

“To be truthful, I ain’t exactly sure. Not bad, I reckon, considering what she saw,” The Kid said. “Y’see, Clem, she saw her Ma and sister raped. Saw her Pa beat. Maybe saw ‘em all killed, I ain’t sure about that. Her Pa hid her in a barrel, is why them outlaws didn’t get her too. And then she lost her brother and grandma, also to murder.”

“Yes,” Clem said, sighing again. “If only Mike could’ve left the boy with me instead of my mother, he’d have been spared, at least… but her home was much closer than mine.” She reached out to take The Kid’s hand in hers. “What on earth did Arabella do after… after what she saw? Poor thing, she must’ve been terrified.”

“Maybe, but she showed real grit, too. Her Ma had told her to run when she could. She escaped without bein’ seen by the killers. Then she ran, walked, and crawled deep into the badlands, tryin’ to get help.” The Kid felt a lump in her throat, but kept her voice steady. “I reckon she’ll pull through it all right, now that she’s with her kinfolk. You seem good people to me. She’s young, but tough… and I’m hopin’ the worst of things is behind her now.”

Clem was about to speak, but stopped herself as the girls traipsed back into the dining room, fresh from cleaning up the kitchen. Smiling at The Kid, she rose from her seat. “Shall we move into the front parlor? We can have Mimi play the piano for us.”

“I’d like that,” said The Kid.

Clementine poured herself more wine, then topped up The Kid’s glass before leading them into the room next door. Mimi seated herself before a piano, and Susie squeezed in next to the Kid on the loveseat while Arabella sat next to her aunt on the couch.

Mimi shuffled through her sheet music. “Here’s one I like a lot,” she said. “Chopin’s Nocturne, Opus Nine, Number Two.” Susie, come turn the pages for me please.” Susie got up and stood by the piano. Mimi briefly flexed her fingers, then began to play. Susie watched her sister. When Mimi gave a small nod Susie knew to turn the page. When Mimi finished and bashfully glanced up at her audience, they burst into applause.

Hoping no one noticed, The Kid hastily brushed a tear from her cheek. “Goodness me… that sounded pretty as a mockingbird singin’ by a brook at sunset,” she said.

Blushing adorably, Mimi bowed her head in thanks.

“It was lovely, dear,” said Clementine, rising to her feet. She’d noticed how moved The Kid had been, and found herself surprised at how sensitive the young woman really was. Wanting to change the mood, she added, “Now, Mimi, play something we can dance to.” She smiled at her guests. “Kid, could you help me move the table to one side, so we’ll have room? Susie, you can roll up the carpet.”

A moment later a space was cleared, and Clem nodded to Mimi. “All right, sweetheart. Play something fast!”

Mimi began a Stephen Foster song at a lively tempo, and a delighted Susie started to spin Arabella around in a circle, clutching both her hands. Arabella caught on quickly, and soon the two girls were giggling with glee as they capered about.

Clementine extended a hand to The Kid. “Will you do me the honor?”

It had been a long while since The Kid had danced, but she gamely allowed herself to be drawn into a brisk two-step.

By the last notes of the tune, the dancers were out of breath, and fell back laughing on the couch and loveseat. They applauded Mimi, who stood and curtsied. Now it was time for dessert. Susie and Mimi went off to the kitchen, soon emerging with a tray bearing slices of pie, and cups of coffee for the grownups.

As they finished dessert, it became clear that the younger girls were fast winding down for the evening. Arabella seemed drowsy, and Susie couldn’t keep from yawning.

“All right girls,” Clementine said, “I think it’s about time to turn in. Susie, you’ll sleep with Mimi tonight. Her bed’s big enough for the two of you. The Kid can take your bed, Susie, and I’ll make up the couch for Arabella.”

“Shucks,” the Kid said, “You can give Arabella the bed, and I’ll put my bedroll on the floor alongside. I find most beds are too soft for me to get any sleep on.”

“If that’s how you prefer it,” Clementine said. “Girls, take Arabella upstairs with you and get ready for bed. I’ll be up directly to tuck you in.”

Susie and Mimi each took their cousin by a hand and led Arabella upstairs, taking her to Mimi’s bedroom. Closing the door, Mimi took her shoes off, then presented her back to Susie. Arabella watched wide-eyed as the little sister unfastened the catch at the back of Mimi’s dress, feeling her excitement grow as the older girl let the garment drop to the floor. Mimi then shucked her underclothes and black stockings, finally standing naked before the two younger girls.

“By golly,” Mimi said, hugging herself, “It sure does feels good to take those clothes off. I think it’s my favorite time of the day, when I get to be in the altogether.” Glancing at her little sister, she said, “I guess you better go get your nightgown, Susie. Did you bring a nightie along, Arabella? Susie can fetch it back here for you.”

Arabella felt her face grow warm as she said, “Um, I don’t have one.” The sisters looked at each other, then grinned as Arabella added, “I’ve just been sleepin’ with nothin’ on.”

“That’s okay,” Mimi said, “Susie, bring back an extra one of yours for Arabella.”

As Susie scampered back to her bedroom, Mimi turned to Arabella. “Here, now. Let me help you get that dress off.”

Arabella’s heart raced as she stared at her fourteen-year-old cousin, so casual about her nudity. She noticed that Mimi’s breasts were a little bigger than May’s. Her nipples were big and pink. Puffy looking. She had more hair down between her legs than either May or the Kid had. It was dark and curly.

Arabella liked the look of her cousin’s body, so soft and comforting. She wanted to wrap both arms around it, hug it close. Mimi reminded Arabella a little of her sister, she decided. That got her thinking, wondering if Mimi and Susie ever diddled together, the way she and Sophia had. Then she thought better of it. Sisters almost never do that with each other, I bet.

But then she thought about May and June, and the things she’d done with the Kid and Miss Annie. Maybe, Arabella thought. Mimi and Susie seem to love each other an awful lot. They could have special love, too.

As she toyed with that interesting notion, Arabella was startled to hear Mimi’s voice suddenly say, “There now, cousin. You’re naked, just like me. Isn’t this fun?”

Sure enough, she was. Lost in thought, it had barely registered that Mimi was undressing her. Drinking in the sight of the older girl’s bare body once more, Arabella suddenly giggled and said, “Yes! You’re right, this is fun.”

At that moment, Susie came back in the room, a nightgown in each hand. Halting in mid-step, she giggled, then said, “Well, I never! Look at you two just standing there together, naked as jaybirds.”

Feeling a sudden attack of shyness, Arabella scurried behind Mimi. But the older girl reached back for her, drawing Arabella out so that her little sister could see. Arabella tried to wriggle free from Mimi’s grasp, but it only gave Susie a better look at her nude cousin — and the young girl liked what she saw, especially Arabella’s flat chest and baby-smooth vulva. Susie knew every inch of her big sister’s body, and the prospect of having a new girl to explore thrilled her to the quick.

“Are you two gonna put your nightgowns on?” Susie asked, holding them to her chest as if she had no intention of letting them do so.

“Nope,” was Mimi’s answer, “Me and Arabella are going to strip you bare naked!” She pushed her little sister down on the bed, then turned to her cousin. “C’mon, Arabella. Help me get her clothes off!”

Leaping onto the bed, Arabella began to unbutton Susie’s dress. A squealing Susie pretended to struggle, her eyes dancing with delight all the while. Before a minute has passed, she was as nude as the others.

Arabella drank in the sight of her younger cousin. She loved Susie’s budding breasts and her almost bare vulva, with just a sprinkle of down to adorn it. The girls sat on the bed, studying each other’s nude bodies.

Mimi asked Arabella, “Did you ever see the Tequila Kid naked?”

Arabella swallowed hard and said, “On the trail we got to see each other a few times. She’s awful pretty.”

“I’ll say!” Susie added. “I saw her naked at the washhouse. She’s the most beautiful woman I ever did see.”

*****

Downstairs in the parlor, Clementine took the Kid’s hand as she asked, “How old are you, Kid? You don’t look much older than Mimi.”

“Well, I’m a mite older than fourteen. I don’t know for sure, but I believe I am nineteen. Maybe twenty.”

“You’ve done a lot of living in those years, I think.”

“No more than lots of other folks, I reckon.” The Kid felt a certain warmth creep through her as Clementine held her hand. She’d already noticed that Arabella favored her aunt in looks. Fine features, that the other girls also shared with their mother.

Just then, a thump and a burst of shrieking laughter could be heard from upstairs. “What in thunder do you think is goin’ on up there?” asked The Kid, glancing at the ceiling.

Clementine laughed. “Well, young girls can be very silly and rambunctious sometimes. I’ll tell you this, though — it’s when children get silent that you need to wonder what they’re up to.”

*****

At that moment, it had gone silent. Upstairs in Mimi’s bedroom, Susie put her hand on Mimi’s breast and nipple, then told Arabella to do the same with the other one. Arabella liked how it felt to the touch — soft but firm at the same time. She was getting warm and wet between her legs. Mimi’s nipple seemed to get harder and press against the palm of Arabella’s hand.

“Do you girls like how my nipples feel?” Mimi said.

“Yeah!” Susie replied, then Arabella gave a bashful nod.

Mimi smiled, then softly said, “Why don’t you kiss them, then?”

The two younger girls exchanged quick glances, then removed their hands and slowly drew closer to Mimi’s bare chest — but froze at the sound of a voice from downstairs.

“Girls!” Clementine called. “You finish getting ready for bed. I’ll be up in just a moment to say goodnight.”

Jumping to their feet, the girls hurriedly pulled their nightgowns on and began to brush their hair, exchanging knowing smiles. Arabella’s heart was throbbing at the thought of what they’d very nearly done… and what it meant. I reckon they do have special love, she told herself, and they want me to have it with them.

Moments later, Clementine peeked into the room. “Hello, girls,” she said upon entering. “All ready for bed?” Susie and Mimi nodded. “Say good night to Arabella, then.”

Clem’s daughters both embraced their cousin. “Good night, Arabella,” Mimi whispered. “I’m glad you’ve come to stay with us.”

“We’re gonna have so much fun together,” Susie murmured, her lips brushing Arabella’s neck.

Arabella was trembling in the girls’ arms, enveloped in their sweet mingled fragrances. “Good night,” she said. “You’re so nice to me. I already love it here.”

As they broke apart, Arabella looked at Susie and Mimi in turn, thrilled by what she saw in their eyes. By then she knew for certain that these girls wanted to make love to her.

Mimi climbed into her bed, followed by Susie. Bending down, Clementine gave each of her daughters a kiss. “Sweet dreams, my angels.” She straightened, then reached for Arabella’s hand. “Let’s get you settled in.”

The Kid’s voice was heard out in the hallway. “Night-night, ladies. I’ll be seein’ you both tomorrow.”

“Good night, Kid!” Mimi and Susie cried, sitting up in bed.

“All right. Now go to sleep,” Clem told her girls, leading Arabella into the hall and gently closing the door.

“I’ll hope you will both be comfortable.” Clementine said as they entered Susie’s room. Helping Arabella into bed, she gave her a tender kiss on the lips. “Good night.” she said. With a nod and a smile for The Kid, Clem left the room, closing the door behind.

“Do you think we could have some fun?” Arabella asked.

The Kid grinned. “I don’t see why not. We gotta be real quiet, though. Let me get outta these clothes first.” She stripped naked, pausing to place her things by the bedroll so that she could dress quickly, should the need arise.

“All right, Button, let’s…” Her voice trailed off, then she chuckled. Arabella had already fallen sound asleep. Shrugging, The Kid opened a window, blew out the oil lamp, then slipped into her bedroll, dozing off quickly.

*****

The sound of quiet footsteps had The Kid awake and alert in an instant.

She heard murmured voices, then a door closing. Arabella slumbered on undisturbed while The Kid listened closely. She dared not waste a moment if there was danger. The Kid rose quickly from her bed roll, pausing only to draw a pistol from its holster.

Moving cat-like across the room, The Kid slowly opened the door and peered into the hall, noticing right away that Mimi’s bedroom door was open. She crept into the hallway and looked in — the bed was empty. Now that’s right odd. Where’d they go, this late at night?

As The Kid carefully made her way down the corridor, it became clear that the voices she’d heard were coming from Clementine’s room. Still sensing danger, she moved cautiously.

Placing her ear against the bedroom door, the Kid heard Mimi say, “I think Arabella likes to have fun the same way we do, Ma.”

It was only then that The Kid gave thought to the fact she was nude. Thinking before only about protecting Arabella, she hadn’t bothered with dressing.

Then Susie spoke. “That’s right, Ma, she loved being naked with us. We were just about to play some, but then you called up the stairs and we had to quit.”

“I’m sorry if I spoiled your fun, girls,” Clementine said, “but I don’t think it would be safe to do anything with her just yet. Not with a guest in the house. Besides, Arabella has been through a lot. I think she needs time to get used to her new life with us.”

“Aw, Ma.” Susie said. “She wants to! Honest, she does!”

“Now don’t you pout, Olivia Susan,” Clementine said, “We can play a little bit, just the three of us.”

Nothing was said after that, so The Kid hunkered down and looked through the keyhole. The oil lamp was turned low, but it was easy to see the mother and her daughters standing in front of the bed. Clementine’s hair was down, and so was Mimi’s. The Kid loved how long and lustrous it was.

Then The Kid’s eyes widened as she saw Susie take hold of the sash that held Clementine’s robe closed and give it a pull. The robe fell open, then Mimi and Susie each took a side and pushed it off their mother’s shoulders. It slid to the floor, and Clementine stood naked in front of her daughters.

Relieved there was no danger, The Kid was also extremely aroused by the sight. That Clementine is a true beauty, she thought. Clementine’s breasts were heavy and large, but held their shape well. Her nipples were standing erect and proud as each of the girls took one in her mouth.

While the girls suckled their mother, the Kid admired the thick triangle of pubic hair that nestled between Clementine’s legs. Legs that were shapely and strong. Her arousal grew sharper still as she saw Susie slip a hand between her mother’s thighs and caress her slit.

With a gasp, Clementine nudged the girls away from her. “You two get undressed, now.” She seated herself on the bed while the girls faced her — their backs toward The Kid, whose cunt was now very wet as she continued to watch. Without thinking she began to tease her sex with a fingertip.

As The Kid began to masturbate for real, Mimi and Susie slipped out of their nightgowns, letting them drop to the floor, revealing the girls’ flawless bottoms. My Lord, those are two of the nicest little butts I ever did see, The Kid thought. They were both delightfully different, though. Susie’s behind was taut and firm, Mimi’s more rounded and soft looking. The Kid plunged a finger deep into herself, imagining what it would be like to kiss those beautiful bottoms. Or lick them, she thought.

Clementine and her daughters were all swapping kisses now, and the room was lit just brightly enough for The Kid to see their tongues flickering back and forth as she fucked herself, hard and fast, her eye fastened to the keyhole.

Breaking an impassioned kiss with Mimi, Clementine turned to her youngest and said, “Susie dearest, you lick me, then I’ll take care of you.” Looking back at Mimi, she murmured, “I’ll take care of you right now, sweetheart.”

An awed Kid watched as Clementine lay back with her feet on the floor and legs spread. Mimi got on the bed and positioned herself so her sex opening was over her mother’s face. The older girl was staring at her little sister Susie, who had just knelt on the floor between Clementine’s legs.

Hot as the sight was, The Kid was beginning to feel stirrings of guilt for spying on her hostess and her little girls. It ain’t mannerly, she scolded herself. These folks have been mighty kind to you. Best to go back to bed, let ‘em have their privacy.

The Kid quietly rose, then padded back to Susie’s room and carefully closed the door. Holstering her gun, she studied Arabella’s angelic face.

Slipping back into the bedroll, The Kid began to masturbate, thinking of what she’d seen and heard. Mother and daughters, bare naked and making love. Mimi sitting on her mother’s face. Susie’s backside, wriggling as she licked her ma’s cunt. The way Susie had stared at The Kid in the bath house, the excitement she’d heard in the girls’ voices as they discussed Arabella’s nudity, that incredible view of Susie’s and Mimi’s bare behinds…

The Kid’s breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she rubbed herself to an intense climax, one that left her panting for a few moments.

Finally able to relax, The Kid soon fell asleep, assured that Arabella would be happy in her new home.

*****

That same evening found Frank Sims sitting in Ramses Kingsley’s office. They were both drinking. Kingsley smoked a cigar while Sims stared glumly at his half-full glass.

“They got some hard evidence on you, Frank.” Kingsley said calmly. “They had to show it to my lawyer before he took the case.” He paused, brooded. “Bad luck that the little girl happened to take one of those arrows with her, when she got away.”

He took a sip of his drink before adding, “Then, that damned Tequila Kid found out you’d had them made here in town.”

Suddenly, Sims downed his drink in a gulp, then said, “Damn it, Ramses. I’m gonna hang, ain’t I?” Reaching for the bottle on Kingsley’s desk, he immediately refilled his glass.

“Now, now, Frank,” Kingsley said in a soothing tone. Taking a long pull on his cigar, he casually blew a smoke ring, then added, “I still think Finch can get you off the hook. He’s a damn good lawyer with no conscience, except for getting his wallet filled.”

Emptying his glass again, Sims set it down on the desk with a loud clunk. Kingsley frowned, but didn’t speak. Sims slopped more whiskey into the glass, then took a hefty slug. “And if he don’t, I’m a dead man.” His face was sweaty and pale.

“Well, Frank.” said Kingsley. “I won’t take it hard if you skip town, even if I lose my thousand dollars.” He stared at the glowing tip of his cigar. “Seems to me, though, that all the evidence they have against you is circumstantial.”

Sims took another swallow of his drink as Kingsley continued, “The entirety of their case is wrapped up in that eyewitness. The little Hodgekiss girl. Out of all of us, the one she remembered was you.” He shrugged. “Easy to see why, Frank. Precious few men have a build like yours.”

Sims drained his glass, then slammed it down on the desk again. “That little bitch has gotta die,” he growled.

“You are correct, Frank.” Kingsley said as he refilled the glass, peering to see if Sims had dented the fine veneer on his desktop. “You get that done, and they won’t have a prayer of convicting you.”

Sims looked at Kingsley, a familiar glint in his eyes. “You mean I’m right, then?” he asked, surprised that he should be right about anything. “That I should kill her. Hmm.” Stroking his chin with his left hand, the big man tried to focus. He worked the fingers on his huge right hand like he was squeezing something.

Kingsley leaned forward in his seat. “Just make it look like an accident.”

“How?” Sims asked.

Kingsley folded his hands on the desk. “Think about it, Frank. Children always risk danger. She might fall down a well, get trampled by a horse. Hell, she could simply stumble and hit her head on a big rock. It’s downright tragic, all the accidents that could befall a little girl.” He gave Sims an oily smile. “All you have to do, Frank, is give fate a helping hand.” He reached for the bottle, which by now only had an inch remaining, and emptied it into Sims’ glass.

Sims downed it immediately. Slowly rising to his feet, he smiled. “Good night, Ramses. Think I’ll take me a ride to clear my head.”

Kingsley stood, nodded. “You do that.” He extended his hand. “Good luck.”

Sims briefly clasped it, then turned and moved toward the door in his heavy stride, pausing to take his hat from the peg and clap it on his head before exiting.

Staring thoughtfully at the closed door, Kingsley strode around to the front of his desk, frowning as he gazed down at the dark mahogany top. Sure enough, Sims had left marks in the finish. Whipping out his handkerchief, a scowling Kingsley rubbed at the gleaming surface.

Yes, have a good ride, Frank. Straight to hell.

On to Chapter Ten!

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Amanda and Her Mom

  • Posted on March 12, 2019 at 2:23 pm

by Chrissy Larkin

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in February 2009 }

Amanda walked quickly from the living room without looking back. She didn’t want her stepfather to see the tears streaming down her face as she headed to her bedroom and quickly shut the door. Her butt stung badly from the spanking. But what hurt the worst was having to pull her pants and panties down in front of her mom as her stepfather applied his punishment.

It was so embarrassing. And yet… There was something else going on this time. She had been spanked before, but this time it was different. Her bare bottom. In front of the parents. The spanks. Yes, they hurt, but… But what? Yes, it was different this time. She felt different, even though her anger at her stepfather was stronger.

Amanda lay face down on her bed and felt confused. The intense pain of the smacks hurt, so why did she feel so horny? It didn’t make sense. Thinking about it only made her more confused. All she wanted to do was touch herself. So what if it didn’t make sense? For some reason the spanking, her mom watching, her bare bottom exposed, really aroused her.

Just as Amanda began to slide her hands underneath and was about to loosen her pants, she heard a soft knock and her mom enter the room quietly closing the door behind her.

“Hi, hon,” she said softly. “I’ve got some cream to soothe the stinging.”

Amanda’s mom had done this before, but it had been a while since the last spanking. She had forgotten this part of the ritual. Amanda’s hands under her tummy froze as her mom sat on the side of the bed.

“Come on, Amanda, let me help you take off your pants so I can put this on.”

Amanda went back to unbuttoning her pants, and raised her hips as her mom slowly pulled down her jeans and panties, slipping them off her legs. Amanda kept her head buried in her pillow as she listened to her mother take the top off of the jar and started to rub the cool ointment on her irritated buttocks.

It did make the stinging less severe, it felt quite good actually. But why was she still so aroused?

“Does that feel better, baby?” asked her mom in a hopeful tone. Amanda knew her mom was trying to soothe her anger at her stepfather as much as lessen the stinging pain on her butt.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she mumbled, as she felt her young pussy tingle. The urge to touch herself was even stronger now, despite her mother’s presence.

Many times before, her mom had rubbed that lotion on her aching bottom, but this time it felt sensual. All her senses were alive and they all seemed to be sending signals of arousal. Never before had she felt so tingly and moist. First it was the spanking, the smacking of her bare ass in front of her mom and stepdad. Now it was the soft caressing hand of her mother, rubbing her bottom.

Maybe Mom won’t notice. Amanda slipped her hand down towards her clit. Her finger touched her inflamed button and softly stroked. Oh, it feels good. The flickering flames of arousal flared up as Amanda gently massaged her clit. Yes…

At the same time, Amanda became aware of her mother’s hand, which had just been softly caressing her bottom, cooling down the stinging sensation. But now her hand was beginning to slide down, curving towards her inner thigh and then sliding ever so slowly towards the inward slope of her cheeks.

It was as if her mother knew Amanda was aroused and she was only doing what was natural. Or did her Mom notice Amanda’s fingers splayed between her legs, quietly rubbing herself?

Amanda sighed and rolled her hips slightly, which only seemed to encourage her mother.

“Just relax Amanda, the hurting will go away,” cooed her mom, whose hand was now rubbing the cream up and down the crack of her daughter’s ass.

Amanda managed a grunt of acknowledgment while her head whirled from the dizzying effect of her mother’s more sensual touches. Mom was stroking her anus. It felt so lovely.

Unable to hold back, Amanda opened her legs so that her mother could easily manage to caress her. And she did, sliding her fingers up and down her crack and then it was just one finger touching her rosebud, a silky, creamy touch that sent Amanda’s heartbeat racing.

Amanda quickened her own rubbing, unable to resist, unable to cover up what was happening. She let out a soft moan and opened her legs wider, making it unmistakable to both mother and daughter as to what was going on.

“It’s okay, honey; I know it must feel good,” her mom whispered. Amanda could feel the growing glow of the fire within. Her hips humped up and down gently as her fingers moved rapidly, sliding from her clit into her sopping pussy. At the same time, her mother’s experienced fingers caressed and rubbed Amanda’s creamy bottom, with one finger in particular swirling around her rosebud.

Things happened so quickly. Amanda’s breathing quickened and soft moans could be heard coming from the pillow as she reached the point of no return. As she did, her mother sensed it, and with a small thrust, pushed her cream-covered finger into Amanda’s anus.

Her daughter gasped and now it was too late. Her body took over and wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Her hips shook and quivered as she slammed her fingers in and out of her virginal pussy, while her dear mother quickly pumped her finger in and out of her butt, slipping another in, which made Amanda cry out with both pain and pleasure…

As her body slowed down, and the spasms washed over her body one last time, Amanda let out long satisfied sigh. Her mom slipped her fingers from her rear and caressed her thighs and body with love and affection.

The memory of the spanking faded quickly as Amanda’s mother leaned over and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek and then pulled the covers over her naked body. Amanda turned and smiled. “Thanks, Mom. I love you…”

“I love you too,” she replied.

As Amanda swooned on her bed, her body floating from the thrill of the sexual high she had been on, and as her mind tried to make sense of what had just happened between her and her mother, she heard in the distant background the now familiar arguing between her mother and father about the spanking, followed by a long silence.

She knew what was happening. Her stepfather would retreat to the bedroom while her mom would stay downstairs, drinking and watching TV. At some point Amanda drifted off to sleep, only to wake with the urge to go to the bathroom.

She slipped out of her bed and didn’t bother to cover up her body, now bare save for the shirt she was wearing. Coming out of the bathroom, she heard the TV on downstairs and decided to check. In the living room she found her mother sound asleep, lying on the couch. On the table was an empty bottle of wine. Amanda walked over to the TV and turned down the sound, but left it on, its image casting light on her slumbering older woman.

Amanda looked at her mother with a sense of pity and longing. What had happened in her bedroom just a few hours earlier was still fresh in her mind. She thought of all the good her mom had done for her. The longing increased, as well as the passion as she gazed at her sleeping mother.

She had on a bathrobe, but it was soon clear to Amanda that her mother was naked underneath. The cool glow of the TV lit up her mother’s legs to the tops of her thighs, where the robe had slipped open. Amanda walked over quietly and knelt by her mom. With trembling hands she gently untied the knot and let the robe fall open.

Somewhere upstairs, she heard her stepfather snoring. Amanda gazed at her mother’s naked body, made more beautiful by the soft glow of the TV. Her breasts were soft pillows with small nipples. Amanda thought of her own budding breasts, small pears now. She wondered if she would ever have such sensuous looking breasts like those. Now she gazed at her mother’s tummy, so smooth except for the belly button’s dimple, as it rose and fell gently as she slept. But it was Mom’s thick pubic hair that mesmerized Amanda.

Slowly, she lay a shaking hand on her mother’s mons, running her fingertips through her curly hair. It felt so silky. Amanda compared the thicket of her mom’s pubic triangle with her own downy tuft of pubic growth. Amanda drew closer. She sniffed and could smell the faint musk of her mother’s scent. She ran her finger lightly across the labial lips. They were soft and yet puffy, thicker than hers. She wondered what her mom’s clit looked like.

Amanda started to shiver uncontrollably as she considered what to do next. She had read about oral sex, where a man puts his tongue on a woman’s pussy. What if…

Amanda leaned over and lightly ran her tongue over her mother’s hairy pubes and then again, with slightly more force so that her tongue touched her mother’s slit. She did it again. And again. Her mother tasted wonderful, an odd yet pleasingly tart flavor.

This time, she felt something. A quiver. A moistening. She heard her mother sigh, but it sounded so distant. Amanda was shaking like a leaf, but she had to continue. Softly but repeatedly, she ran her tongue up and down until her mother’s lips opened like a wet flower and Amanda was able to see and feel her stiffening clit.

Again her mother moaned softly as she opened her legs naturally. Amanda realized she had to continue. Her own body was once again alive with the electricity of desire. She gently lay her hands on top of her mother’s pelvis and rhythmically licked her pussy, which was wet now and open. God, it feels so soft and velvety, thought Amanda.

Her lips found her mother’s clit and she gently sucked on it. Her mom sighed, then moaned in her sleep, followed by a small push as she thrust her hips forward, urging Amanda to quicken her licking.

Her mother began breathing harder, her moans became more audible, her hips kept rolling and thrusting, urging Amanda on as the pleasure continued to build. She could tell her mom was close now. Her lips and chin was dripping with pussy juices, and it was becoming harder to keep her mouth on that special spot — her mother kept thrusting and arching her back.

Suddenly Amanda felt her mother’s hands on her head, pulling her deep between her legs as she thrust her hips off the couch and then clenched her thighs around Amanda’s head.

“Oh my god, Oh yes, Oh. Oh. Oh…” Amanda heard her mother try to muffle her cries of ecstasy, finally turning her head towards the side of the couch and pressing her face into a cushion. Amanda, head locked between her mother’s legs, felt every climatic spasm and convulsion. Her own body was quivering with uncontrollable excitement.

As the excitement died down, Amanda’s mother raised her head and looked at her daughter as if she was dreaming. The alcoholic haze blurring the reality of what had just happened.

“Amanda?”

“Mom, I’m sorry. But. I, I wanted you so badly,” said Amanda, her voice somewhat filled with fear over what she had done.

“Oh, baby. Oh my God. I thought I was dreaming.”

She reached down and drew her daughter into her arms. Amanda felt a rush of love and desire as she cuddled close to her mother’s naked warmth. They kissed passionately. Amanda could taste the wine on her mother’s tongue, but she didn’t care. The feeling of her mother’s lips and tongue on hers was just heavenly.

They lay in each other’s arms quietly for several minutes, kissing and caressing. Her mother’s hands rubbing Amanda’s still sore bottom, pushing their pelvises together, so close Amanda could feel her own vulva pressed against the wetness of her mom’s.

“Oh Amanda, I do love you so,” slurred her mother who was still tipsy, yet happy. “Do me a favor, darling. Suck on my nipple like you did when you were my baby.”

Amanda felt her heart skip a beat as she cupped her mother’s warm breast in her hand and began to suckle. She heard her mother sigh softly as she held Amanda’s body tight to hers. And then she reached down and put her hand between Amanda’s legs and gently began rubbing her daughter’s clit.

Amanda opened her legs while continuing to suckle on her mother’s tit. Her body was on fire and her mother’s touches were the last piece of kindling needed to set the bonfire. It came quickly. Amanda rocked hard, back and forth, thrusting her small thighs hard against her mom’s fingers, now buried in her pussy. She tried to keep sucking on the nipple, but the need to moan was too great.

“Quiet, honey. You don’t want to wake up your father,” whispered her mom. Amanda put her mouth back on her mother’s breast to stifle her cries as she climaxed in the woman’s arms, her body convulsing and shaking, just as it did several hours earlier in her bedroom while Mom had fingered her ass.

Amanda’s body was covered in sweat as the orgasm retreated, yet she still clung to her mother. She lifted her head, found Mom’s lips and kissed her deeply.

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Closing the Deal

  • Posted on March 8, 2019 at 3:13 pm

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

“So, how are things at work?” Stacy asked her mother.

Cheryl sighed.”Stressful right now, honey. I’m putting together a proposal for a big client. It would be the biggest deal I’ve ever pulled off.”

The forty-one-year-old marketing executive rarely divulged specifics about her job to her daughter. But Cheryl had confidence that at nineteen, her daughter was old enough to handle the facts of an adult working life. And Stacy had reason to believe that Cheryl wasn’t above using her model-like body to ‘seal’ certain deals. She wondered if this was one of those occasions.

“Who is it?” Stacy asked before taking another bite of her bagel.

Cheryl’s eyes lit up. “Gina Adams. You wouldn’t know her, but she’s the publisher of a whole bunch of magazines. If we can get preferred advertising space in those magazines, and a few positive stories, it would make my company the clear leader in the industry. We absolutely have to close this deal.”

Stacy could see her mother’s excitement clear across the kitchen. She understood how important it was to her mom, but wondered why people put themselves through such stress. Anyway, she wanted to be supportive.

“Wow. I hope you get it. What’s your plan?” Stacy asked.

“Actually, hon, that was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Stacy looked surprised. “Really?”

Cheryl walked over to the table and sat down. “Yeah. But if you don’t want to do this, I completely understand.”

When it was clear Cheryl wasn’t going to go on, Stacy asked, “Do what?”

Cheryl played with a fork on the table. “Well, I thought… if you agreed to do it… that maybe you could go with me on Monday night when I meet with Gina again.”

Stacy thought about what her Mom had said. “Go with you? And do what?”

Cheryl twirled the fork one time.” Just be there. Gina… well, she happens to be a lesbian. And she enjoys — she likes being around young, attractive women.”

Stacy stared at her Mom. “You want me to have sex with her?”

The sound of the fork dropping onto the table echoed throughout the kitchen. “No! Just go with me. Wear something nice. Look pretty.”

Stacy wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. But she was intrigued by the offer. “And what will you do?”

“Wear something nice. Look pretty. Get her to sign a contract,” Cheryl said with a nervous grin. She could see her daughter contemplating the idea, and decided to sweeten the deal. “I’ll make it worth your time. I’ll buy you anything you want.”

Stacy smiled. “You couldn’t afford it.”

Cheryl laughed and said, “Within reason.”

“All I have to do is be there?” Stacy asked again.

“Smile and be yourself. I’ll do the rest and reward you later.”

“What’s this woman look like?” Stacy said with a mouth full of bagel.

“Mid-thirties, maybe a little younger. Actually, she’s very good looking. You won’t be disappointed,” Cheryl said.

“Sounds interesting,” Stacy said, an image of lesbian sex flashing vividly in her mind.

“Good. You’ll do it?”

“Yep.”

*****

Stacy didn’t have to spend much time deciding what to wear on Monday. She had one, and only one, formal dress. It was black, sleek, and short. Stacy’s blonde hair and fair skin contrasted beautifully with it. Her curvaceous body transformed the otherwise simple dress into a symphony of flowing curls and bends that ended abruptly midway down her luscious thighs.

Stacy was lucky. She’d inherited near-perfect breasts, a slim waistline and tight ass. She was a nineteen-year-old version of her mother.

Cheryl, for her part, went with a slightly longer dress that highlighted her breasts with a receding neckline. She would not have to lean much in any direction to give her potential client a substantial view. She’d worn the dress on many occasions for other clients… with great success.

“You look great,” Stacy said as the two women got into Cheryl’s car for the short drive to the hotel.

“Thanks,” Cheryl replied. “But she’ll never look at me with you there.” Her eyes were aimed directly at the bottom of Stacy’s dress, which barely covered her pussy as she sat.

“It’s all I’ve got,” Stacy said in her own defense.

“If I get this deal, I’ll buy you another one,” Cheryl offered.

“If you get this deal, you won’t want me in anything else next time,” Stacy said.

“I don’t expect there to be a next time.”

Cheryl stared down the road, her nervousness rising in intensity the closer they got. By the time they pulled into the valet parking area, her palms were damp. She grabbed her briefcase and she and Stacy got out of the car.

Both of the valet assistants who opened the car doors stared shamelessly at the gorgeous women. Cheryl handed over the keys, got her receipt and tipped the guy she was dealing with. As the women walked into the hotel, several pairs of eyes followed them until they were out of sight.

Once outside Gina Adams’ room, Cheryl smiled at Stacy, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

Stacy stood off to the side so that, when the door finally opened, Cheryl and Gina could properly greet each other. she invited them in and Cheryl introduced her daughter once Gina had closed the door.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Gina said, unable to keep her eyes from scanning the young woman’s body.

Stacy might have been offended at any other time, but Gina Adams was a very, very attractive woman who appeared younger than her mother had guessed her age to be. She was dressed in a plain white shirt, open at the collar, and a dark blue skirt. Gina was incredibly sexy, and Stacy was immediately captivated by her.

“You, too. I’m a big fan of some of your magazines. When Mom asked if I wanted to meet you, of course I said yes,” Stacy said, only half lying.

Gina led them into the sitting area of her suite. “That’s kind of you to say. I’m glad Cheryl invited you. Please sit down.”

Stacy and Cheryl sat on opposite ends of a couch, Stacy in particular crossing her legs out of sheer necessity.

“What can I get you to drink?” Gina asked.”Wine? Beer? Soda?”

“Wine for me,” Cheryl said.

“Nothing, thank you,” Stacy added.

“Are you sure?” Gina asked her.

“Yep. I’m fine.”

She continued to chat while pouring drinks. Stacy allowed Cheryl to carry most of the conversation, but Gina made sure she was included as well.

It struck Stacy that this sexy woman was used to being in charge. She was confident and assertive. Not that Stacy had been around that many executives before, male or female… but she was growing to like Gina Adams more and more.

During the middle of a discussion about her magazines and how they would help Cheryl’s company, Gina unexpectedly turned to Stacy and said, “We’re always looking for new models. Stacy, have you ever modeled?”

Stacy’s eyes widened at the unforeseen question. “Me? Are you kidding? I think Mom is a more likely candidate than me.”

Gina smiled. “You’re certainly both likely candidates. But I’m serious, Stacy. I’ve seen far less beautiful women in our magazines than you.”

“Thank you,” Stacy said shyly, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“Stand up, please,” Gina said.

Stacy knew better than to make a fuss over it, so she obeyed. The look on her face was one of serious attention as she unconsciously pulled down on the hem of her dress once she was standing.

“Take off your shoes, so I can see how tall you are without heels,” Gina said.

Stacy didn’t even attempt to lift her leg up so she could reach her foot. Instead, she used one foot behind the other to remove the shoes. As Gina expected, she was still slightly taller than average in bare feet.

“Turn around for me, Stacy.”

As she began to turn, Stacy glanced over at her mother. Cheryl had a slender grin of approval, suspecting more and more that it was a good idea to bring her daughter along. When Stacy’s back was facing Gina, she delayed for just a few seconds, and then continued around until they were looking at each other again.

“Yes. I think you have a future if you ever wanted to pursue it,” the publisher said.

Stacy may have only been nineteen, but she wasn’t stupid. She saw an opening and was going to take advantage of it. Whether she or her mother would ultimately benefit the most would be determined later.

Stacy walked straight towards Gina, attempting to move as erotically as she could in bare feet. She stopped when she reached her knees and said, “Ms. Adams, I’d be grateful to you for the rest of my life if you could make that happen.”

Gina’s legs were separated just enough for Stacy to be able to step between them. As she did, she pulled them apart another few inches. Stacy turned and softly sat on the top of her right leg.

“So it looks like maybe we can help each other,” Stacy said. “If you sign Mom’s contract and let me try modeling, I’d do anything for you.”

The comment didn’t need explanation and Gina’s smirk indicated her recognition of the possibilities. “What kind of modeling would you want to do?”

“I’d love to model bikinis, or lingerie. I think that would be sexy, don’t you? Getting almost naked in front of the photographer and her assistants. Do you ever watch the photo shoots, Gina?”

“Yes. I especially like it when we have two women posing at the same time,” she said, finally putting her hand on Stacy’s leg.

“Really?” Stacy asked sincerely. “Does that turn you on?”

“Absolutely. Maybe you and your mother could pose together.”

Stacy thought she might have heard a sound coming from the couch, but she was afraid to look. Besides, Gina’s hand was working its way up her thigh and she didn’t want to move.

“I think that would be cool,” Stacy said. “I’m sure we could talk her into it… if you were a client.”

Gina hesitated when her fingers began to slide under Stacy’s dress, just inches from her pussy. “Maybe an audition is in order.”

At last, Stacy had the nerve to look at her mother. By now, Cheryl could taste Gina’s signature on her contract. It was time to go in for the kill. She nodded faintly at Stacy.

Stacy looked back at Gina. “Like right now?”

Gina acknowledged with a bob of her head.

Stacy stood up and moved slowly over to the couch. She reached out her hand and pulled her mother to her feet. Cheryl removed her shoes and followed Stacy into the middle of the room, just a few feet in front of Gina.

Stacy moved behind her mom and timidly put her hand at the top of the zipper in the back of Cheryl’s dress. With her heart pounding a thousand beats a minute, Stacy tugged the zipper down. Then she began to pull the shoulder straps down Cheryl’s arms.

Gina stared directly at Cheryl’s ample breasts as they came into full view. she had come in contact with many women over the years who paid lots of money to have “perfect” breasts. Yes, they ended up with huge, unshapely breasts. Cheryl’s were lovely, natural breasts.

Stacy halted for a second, then lowered the dress beyond her mother’s waist and, finally, down her long legs. She allowed Cheryl to step out, and then Stacy laid the dress on the couch. Cheryl stood is just a pair of simple panties that were barely larger than a thong.

“Very nice,” Gina said with all honesty.

Stacy stepped around her mom and stood in front of her, the intent clear to everyone in the room. Cheryl chose to lift Stacy’s dress over her daughter’s head. The effect was the same as Stacy undressing Cheryl, only this time Stacy was left standing in a bra and panties. Without much indecision, Cheryl unhooked the bra and pulled it off.

“Cover material, both of you,” Gina said, her eyes wandering all over both women.

Stacy walked back over to Gina and she once again spread her legs. This time, however, Stacy pushed them together and straddled them, sitting on top of both legs, facing her.

“That wasn’t hard at all,” Stacy said, a hand resting on her mound. Even through the pants the woman wore, she could tell that Gina was very wet.

“It’s as if you’ve had experience,” Gina said.

“Not really. But I’m willing to learn… from an expert.” Stacy was stroking the length of Gina’s slit. She was prepared for, and even craving, the older woman’s mouth on her breasts.

“The girls that model for my magazines do some amazing things,” Gina said.

“I’m sure Mom and I would love to amaze you.”

Gina smiled at her. “I’m glad you said that. Because what I would like, in order to finalize this contract, involves both of you.”

Both women alternated between pure lust and apprehension. Threesomes were not in either of their sexual histories, but the thought of it with Gina Adams was rather inviting.

Stacy said, “Which of us would you like first?”

“Oh, I don’t think you understand,” Gina said, squirming in her seat. “I’m more into being the voyeur. What I love most of all is to watch my models have sex… with each other.”

Stacy was so stunned by her statement that she stopped with the zipper half open. “Each other?! You want me and Mom to…”

“Have sex,” Gina finished for her.

“Here? Now? While you watch?” The astonishment in Stacy’s voice was unmistakable.

“Simple as that,” Gina said nonchalantly.

Cheryl took a long drink of wine. She’d done many things to close a deal. This was a first. Stacy had enjoyed playing the game with Gina and was ready for anything… except this.

For once, Cheryl was the first to speak. “Do we have a deal… if we do this?”

Gina nodded. “My only stipulation is that at least one of you has to come, and I have to come.”

The women looked at each other, waited a second or two, and then mutually acknowledged their agreement.

Stacy rose from her lap and moved towards her mother. Cheryl met her halfway. Gina had seen this act played out before and she was always fascinated by the awkwardness shown by two females who most likely had never made love to another woman before.

Neither woman asked for directions. They would have to wing it and let things happen naturally. Uncomfortably, but naturally.

They slowly brought their bodies together, the sensation causing them to pause the moment their breasts touched. Cheryl put her arms around her daughter and this seemed to relax Stacy a bit. They came closer together.

It was Cheryl who made the first move to begin a soft kiss. She touched Stacy’s lips with hers. Stacy instinctively wanted to intensify the kiss, seemingly forgetting it was a woman — her mother, no less — that she was holding. Their lips separated and the kiss became more passionate.

Gina smiled to herself, gently stroking her clit as the women stood in front of her. she watched their heads move into position, slightly tilted to allow their tongues to interact. When she saw their hands begin to explore each other’s bodies, Gina knew she was in for one hell of a show.

Stacy moved her hands down Cheryl’s back until reaching the top of her panties, then brought them back up to her waist. Still embraced in a tight kiss, Stacy managed to move her hands between them and begin to seek out her mother’s breasts. The first contact caused the kiss to end, but Stacy looked down and calmly moved her palms over Cheryl’s nipples.

Cheryl also looked down, somewhat afraid to make eye contact with her daughter as Stacy played with her tits. But the slow, steady hardening of Cheryl’s nipples told the story. She was aroused, just as if it was Gina herself fondling her breasts.

The more Stacy played with the nipples and the harder she squeezed them, the more difficult Cheryl found it to breathe normally. Her little gasps were plainly heard by Stacy, if not Gina. That only encouraged Stacy to continue massaging and kneading her mother’s tender skin.

Cheryl’s hands gradually disappeared inside the back of Stacy’s panties. As small as the panties were, that meant Cheryl was gripping Stacy by the ass. She squeezed the smooth skin and pulled Stacy closer. They kissed again.

A moment later, Cheryl took the inevitable next step and began pulling down Stacy’s panties. Gina watched intently as Stacy’s luscious ass came into view as Cheryl knelt to remove the tiny garment, then stood back up. Seconds later, Cheryl too was naked… and now, mother and daughter faced one another, hearts pounding.

With two fingers now probing her throbbing vagina, Gina could have easily come just then. Two of the most beautiful women she knew were naked and standing before her, facing each other… prepared to make love for her. The fact they were mother and daughter only added to her excitement.

But she knew the best was yet to come.

Cheryl sensed a growing anxiety in Stacy now that they were both naked. She decided to take control by leaning her head next to Stacy’s ear and saying, “It’s alright, hon. Let me take over. Just relax.”

Cheryl leaned down until her mouth was just in front of Stacy’s breasts. She kissed all around one breast before finally closing in on the nipple. Stacy closed her eyes at the same time her mother wrapped her lips around it.

The sudden feeling of the tight lips and wet tongue hitting the nipple caused Stacy’s entire body to stiffen. Deep inside she felt a tingling that she thought only a man could produce. But, as Cheryl began to take more of Stacy’s breast into her mouth, the tingling grew stronger.

Cheryl held both tits with her hands while she switched from one to the other. Soon, the moisture from Cheryl’s mouth glistened on the hardened nipples of Stacy’s breasts. Gina was masturbating, coming closer and closer to an orgasm as she watched the mother suck her daughter.

Cheryl pulled away from Stacy for a second and said, “Lie down, hon. On this table.”

They were standing next to a long, wooden coffee table that was almost the same length as the couch. Stacy cautiously sat on the edge of the table, then swung her legs over and stretched out. it was clear she was going to be able to get to Stacy’s pussy and give Gina a good look.

Cheryl got on her knees at Stacy’s feet, then pulled her daughter’s body closer to her, leaned between her daughter’s legs, and approached Stacy’s pussy with her face. Stacy clung to the sides of the table and spread her legs, filled with emotions she couldn’t describe. She was horny and wanted to please Gina, but it was her mother about to make her come. She had never wanted anything this indecent in her life.

Gina had her choice of marvelous sights: Stacy’s breasts rising from her chest; the young woman’s athletic body and long legs; Cheryl’s beautiful tits hanging down as she rested on her knees; Cheryl’s ass sticking out as she moved ever-closer to Stacy’s pussy.

Cheryl kissed the inside of Stacy’s thigh, mainly to warn her daughter that she was close. Stacy closed her eyes, clung a little tighter to the table, and awaited the unavoidable contact between her pussy and Cheryl’s mouth.

Cheryl placed her hands lightly along the outside of Stacy’s ass. She kissed all around the neatly shaven pussy in front of her, then barely touched her lips onto the pink spear Stacy’s clit. Cheryl extended her tongue just far enough to taste the sweet fluid beginning to accumulate in her daughter’s pussy, then trailed the tip up to Stacy’s clit.

“Ohhhhh,” Stacy sighed audibly. “Oh, God.”

Cheryl felt her daughter’s body wiggle each time her tongue swept across the clit. The constant moans it elicited from Stacy convinced Cheryl that this is where she would concentrate in order to make her come. But the stimulation Cheryl was receiving from feeling and hearing her daughter’s reaction caused her to want to prolong it a little.

Soon Cheryl was inserting her tongue deep inside Stacy’s cunt for the first time, and Stacy was squirming even more than before. Stacy arched her back and lifted her ass off the table, allowing Cheryl to put her hands squarely on the tight cheeks.

A moment later when Cheryl returned to Stacy’s clit, the end was near.

“Ohhh, Mom. Yes! Right there!”

Cheryl covered Stacy’s clit with her mouth and pressed harder with her tongue. She began to suck and lick the clit with more passion than she thought possible. This was no longer a case of doing something to close a deal. Cheryl was making love to her daughter and was desperate to make her come hard.

“Oh fuck. Fuck! Yesss!” Stacy cried out.

Cheryl was pretty good at telling when a man was about to come. But she did not have a long history of getting women off. In fact, she had no history. So, Stacy’s build-up to a climax was something new to her. All Cheryl knew to do was keep licking and sucking on Stacy’s clit. It seemed to be working.

Stacy put her hands on the back of her mom’s head and held her in place in the seconds leading up to the orgasm. One last massage of her clit by Cheryl’s tongue was all it took to put Stacy over the edge.

Stacy groaned loudly and felt her body begin a series of uncontrollable eruptions. She pressed her pussy against her mother’s face. Cheryl licked harder. Stacy raised and lowered her hips, overwhelmed by the touch of Cheryl’s mouth.

Gina could not hold out any longer. She began to finger her clit, moaning at the delicious sight of lesbian incest… a lewd pageant that unwound before her eyes,

Stacy was finishing her last orgasm — but before Cheryl could pull back, Gina cried out loud, a rapturous orgasm battering her body. Soon, a pool of vaginal fluids had collected in the seat of her chair.

When she was done, Gina allowed her eyes to slowly drift open.

“Where do I sign?” she gasped.

*****

The ride home was a quiet one. Cheryl repeatedly thanked Stacy for helping get the contract signed and apologized for what had happened. But neither of them discussed it in detail. Their private thoughts would remain just that, for now.

But after getting home and spending an hour or so alone, Stacy decided to seek out her mother again. Cheryl was sitting by herself in the kitchen, dressed in a short robe and drinking coffee. Stacy sat down beside her.

“You don’t have to apologize for what we did tonight, Mom,” Stacy said.

“But it was wrong. No contract is worth that much.”

“Was it really wrong?” Stacy asked.

Cheryl looked at her with surprise.”Yes!”

“Did you think of it as just sex, then?”

“Well, kind of,” Cheryl said, adjusting the front of her robe. “I mean, I love you, Stacy, but what we did was… it was…”

Stacy shook her head. “It was wonderful. You were so gentle and sweet, Mom. You were really making love to me.”

Cheryl shivered at her daughter’s words. She was about to answer when Stacy stood up and moved behind her. She felt the girl’s hands on her shoulders first, then they slid inside the front of her robe.

“The way you touched me was so nice,” Stacy said, her hands resting on top of her mother’s breasts. “Everything you did made me so hot. I was on fire.”

Stacy was pulling gently on Cheryl’s nipples. Then she massaged the full breasts in her hands and squeezed them against Cheryl’s chest. Cheryl leaned her head back on Stacy’s body and allowed herself to relax for just a second. But only for a second.

Stacy said, “I feel bad that you didn’t get to come tonight. I want you to feel how good it is.”

“I don’t think…” Cheryl started to say.

“Let’s go somewhere,” Stacy said anxiously. “C’mon. We can use the extra bedroom.”

Stacy yanked her hands out of her mother’s robe and started to walk out of the kitchen, looking back to make sure Cheryl was getting up to follow. She was.

The women walked quickly, but quietly, into the guest bedroom and silently closed the door. Cheryl flashed way back to when she used to steal away with her boyfriends and make out. The circumstances were remarkably different, but the feeling was similar — excitement.

Stacy walked up to her mom and untied the belt that loosely held Cheryl’s robe together. When it fell open Stacy was surprised, but pleased, to see her mother naked underneath. Stacy smiled and slipped the robe off Cheryl’s shoulders and arms.

“Kiss me again, Mom… just like you did for Gina,” Stacy said.

The women embraced and their kiss far exceeded the fervor reached in the hotel room. Stacy’s hands were all over her mother’s body, searching out all the same places Cheryl had found on Stacy a few hours earlier. Cheryl clutched at Stacy’s clothes, seemingly intent on ripping them off.

But this was all about Cheryl, Stacy decided. She leaned on her Mom and half pushed her down onto the bed. They fell together and giggled, eventually continuing their kiss with Stacy slightly on top. One of Stacy’s hands moved to Cheryl’s breast, where it worked on the nipple. Cheryl moaned even while kissing her daughter when Stacy pinched the nipple roughly.

Then Stacy moved her hand between Cheryl’s legs, which quickly parted at the touch of Stacy’s fingers. At the same time that Stacy was probing the dampness of her mother’s pussy, she moved her head down until it rested on Cheryl’s breast. She kissed the soft skin before putting the sensitive nipple between her teeth. At the same time, Stacy’s middle finger dove inside Cheryl’s cunt.

“Ohhhh, Stacy,” Cheryl moaned.

Stacy only sucked harder on the tit and fucked Cheryl harder with her finger. When the moans increased, so did her actions. Soon, Stacy’s head was pushing down on nearly the entirety of her mother’s breast while two fingers prodded her wet hole.

Cheryl’s body reacted with involuntary movements that simulated ‘normal’ sex… with a man. But what was happening to her was far from normal and involved her gorgeous daughter. The impact of that fact was lost amid the pleasure flowing through her body. Stacy was bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy.

Stacy lifted her head from the tit she was sucking and said, “Now it’s time for you to feel what I felt. Enjoy it, Mom.”

Cheryl watched her daughter’s head sink between her legs. Behind Stacy’s blonde hair she saw the young woman’s eyes focus in on her pussy. She saw Stacy’s tongue slide slowly across her lips in preparation for what was about to happen. Then Stacy’s eyes were all Cheryl could see—right before the younger woman’s tongue brushed her clit.

Cheryl’s head thumped down onto the pillow when Stacy’s mouth first engulfed her clit. When the tongue began rubbing her harder, Cheryl closed her eyes and she grabbed hold of the covers with her fists. Stacy was pulling her closer, applying more and more pressure. Then the tongue was diving inside Cheryl’s cunt to seemingly impossible depths.

Cheryl’s ass rose from the bed as her orgasm approached.

“Oh God, Stacy. Yes! There!”

Stacy returned her mouth to Cheryl’s clit and felt her mother climax. Cheryl tried desperately to stifle her loud moans, but the tongue on her throbbing clit made her cry out. Wave after wave of orgasm released the sexual tension Cheryl had felt all evening. Her mind was filled with visions of Stacy’s incredible body.

Finally, she had to push Stacy’s head away. She couldn’t come any more and Stacy seemed determined never to stop. Stacy crawled on top of her mother and kissed her, letting Cheryl taste her own sweet juices.

“God, Stacy. That was incredible,” Cheryl managed to say.

“I thought you’d like it. So, if your next client is another beautiful woman, can I come along?” Stacy said, playing with a nipple.

“Only if you share.”

Cheryl and Stacy entered into an impassioned kiss, one that was destined to lead them to even more sexual discoveries.

The End

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Accidental Incest

  • Posted on March 6, 2019 at 4:50 pm
by Fantac64

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in June 2008 }

I suppose I’m not totally surprised at the way things turned out. It was only a matter of time before we went too far in trying to keep our group exciting and adventurous. Our group. That sounds so innocent, and we really are just a group of young women who enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes a little more than that, since we are all at least bisexual.
 
The problem was, as in most groups, we got tired of doing the same things with the same people. Things were getting stale, and we agreed that it was time to take our fun to a new, bolder level. 
 
That’s when Rachael proposed a sort of “blind man’s bluff” game. Each week one member would be blindfolded, taken somewhere and forced to do something really outrageous. The idea definitely caught fire, and we began to make up rules. We called it “Dare to Bare” and our main rule was that the girl who was selected could always decline to play, but if she declined three times, she wouldn’t be allowed to play the game as a spectator any longer.
 
The first one to try it was Bernice, who is a very reticent woman. At parties, she is the one that sits quietly, talking to people that approach her, but not venturing out into the crowd. 
 
We took her to the zoo late in the day, after most people had headed for the exit, stripped her naked and took pictures of her in extremely obscene poses in front of several of the exhibits. We got out of there just before the security guards showed up. She was still naked beneath her overcoat when we got back to the house and we took turns having our pictures taken with her, still blindfolded, with our hands all over her and more. Darcy even had her picture taken licking Bernice’s asshole.
 
I thought sure we’d gone too far, but once Bernice settled down she was smiling, thrilled to bits as she looked at all the pictures. She told us it had been the hottest, sexiest experience of her life. That was when we decided to make this game a regular thing.
 
When it was Jeanette’s turn, we put her in the back of Diane’s pickup on an air mattress, naked and spread open with her hands and feet tied to the corners of the bed. We put a thin sheet over her but whenever a truck came by, we flipped it off her to show the driver that she was naked. After we did that for awhile, Kacey got down in the truck with her and started eating her cunt whenever one of our targets came by. 
 
I was wishing out loud that we’d brought a big dildo along… and that’s when we started putting together a collection of sex toys, bungee cords, restraint devices, and stuff like that. 
 
So now you know how it got started and why, and the kind of things we were doing. 
 
When my turn came up, I knew my friends would do something really wild to me… because I’d made some of the kinkiest suggestions for our previous games. They had something to prove, and we all knew it.
 
First I was gagged and blindfolded and led naked to a car, where the whole gang piled in just before we took off. I was kind of nervous, but also excited and very wet. 
 
Wherever we were when they got me out of the car was in an open area because I could smell fresh cut grass. They led me across an open field for a long way and I knew they were taking pictures the whole time. Finally we stopped and I was put on my knees, then my hands were bound behind my back. 
 
My knees were spread wide and a pole or something was placed behind my knees. My legs were then secured to the pole to keep my legs apart. For a minute or so, nothing happened. 
 
Suddenly, I could smell the fragrance of another woman’s sex. My face was pushed into her and I was ordered to eat her cunt.
 
I’ve had sex with other women many times, so I knew my way around a wet pussy. I licked, sucked, kissed, nibbled and tongue-fucked whoever it was, knowing only that she tasted incredible. I could also tell somehow that she was restrained in the same way that I was. 
 
I knew the instant she came by how her body stiffened beneath mine and the gush of her fluids that flowed over my tongue. 
 
Then I was told to straighten, which I did, and I sensed that she was being moved. I felt her head being placed between my legs, and then I was guided over her warm body into a sixty-nine position. Her tongue brushed my slit and I shivered at the touch. Now we were eating each other’s wet pussies… and I was more sexually excited than I could ever remember being. 
 
Whoever the woman was, she knew what I wanted and what I so desperately needed. Somehow I sensed that this was her first lesbian experience… but her instinct for oral sex was incredible. I hoped that I would find out who my mystery lover was, because I definitely wanted to have her again.
 
I licked all the way to her anus, probing into her asshole with short, stabbing thrusts of my tongue, then I simply licked up and down her crack as she covered my cunt with her mouth and drank deep of my essence. 
 
As we approached our orgasms, we both became very animated, and when they hit we drove into each other’s cunts with all the intensity we could muster. Then we were coming in unison, our bodies pumping together in a lovely mutual rhythm. Finally we lay together, each gently nuzzling at the other’s sex.
 
We remained in that position, dazed and lightheaded until I felt someone lift me to my feet. Still naked, I was led across the field again. A few seconds later, I was placed in the car again and driven away. 
 
A short time later, I was taken out of the car and guided indoors, where my blindfold was removed. To my relief, it was Jeannette’s house.
 
Jeanette gave me back my clothes, then took me up to the bathroom and gave me a towel, and I took a quick shower. I quickly washed, dried myself, dressed then raced downstairs to where the girls waited with the pictures. 
 
They cheered as I walked over to them. Darcy handed me some pictures and I relived the whole crazy incident, gasping as I recognized the grassy space we crossed as the local football field.
 
The next photo series showed me with the other woman. They were quite graphic and highly detailed. There was very little of my body that hadn’t been photographed including close-ups. At one point, Clarice held her hands up to indicate a touchdown. She said that she did that when my mystery lover and I had our orgasms. 
For me, the problem was that not one single picture revealed enough of the other woman for me to identify her, and the girls refused to give me that information except to tell me that it wasn’t any of them.
 
I was dying to know who this mysterious woman was, but didn’t want to ask in front of everybody. I determined to pump a couple of my friends about her identity sometime later. Anyhow, we finally called it a night and everyone headed for home.  
 
Once there, I was headed for my room when I heard a sound from Mom’s room. I slipped down the hall and peered inside. She was lying on her bed, facing away from me, with just the sheet over her. Her hair was still damp from a recent shower and she seemed to be talking to herself.
 
“Mom?” I said. “Are you all right?”
 
She cried out loud, then calmed herself. “Oh my God, you frightened me, honey,” she said.
 
“Are you all right?” I asked again. 
 
“I… I think so,” she said.
 
I walked in and sat on the bed behind her, rubbing her shoulders. I could tell she was naked under the sheet and still damp from the shower. “What do you mean you think so?”
 
“Oh God, honey I don’t know, I just don’t know.”
 
“Can we talk about it?”
 
“No, yes, oh God baby, just hold me.”
 
I wrapped her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body beneath the sheet against my arms. For a second, she was silent, but then I felt a quiver run through her and she began to cry, at first just a little, but then more openly as I held her. 
 
Time after time, I felt a shudder run through her body and all I could do was to hold her and kiss her hair as she sobbed helplessly in my arms. She pressed her head into me, and I kissed her cheek.
 
“What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked.
 
“I’m s-so ashamed,” she whimpered. 
 
“Mom, I’ve been ashamed in the past and you’ve always been there for me, to help me get past it. You know that, so let me be there for you now.”
 
“It’s not that easy,” she said. 
 
“I’m sure it’s not,” I said, “but I’m here with you and I love you. Nothing you’ve said or done could ever take away that love.”
 
“I’m… I’m such a fool,” she said.
 
“Oh, stop it. You are not.” 
 
“They just seemed so… so sincere.” 
 
“They? Who is ‘they’?”
 
“Those… those young women.” 
 
I’m no math whiz… but two plus two was starting to add up to four really fast, and it wasn’t pretty. I felt a shiver race up my spine. Surely the girls wouldn’t have dared…
 
“Mom, you’re not making any sense,” I murmured, trying to conceal the sudden hammering of my heart.
 
“They came to the house and said they were with some modeling agency. One of them said she’d seen me at the mall… and she was impressed with how I’d taken care of myself. They said they were shooting a series of pictures for a spread in a magazine to show that being mature didn’t mean you weren’t attractive. You know how hard I’ve worked to keep myself in shape… so I was silly enough that I believed them.”
 
“What kind of pictures did you pose for?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. 
 
“At first it was just shorts and tops, bathing suits, and things like that but then… oh God, it happened so fast. They talked me into modeling some new panties and bras, and the next thing I knew, I was naked. Oh my God, how did I let them talk me into that? I was posing for them, without a stitch on… then all of a sudden I had a blindfold slipped over my head and a gag in my mouth. They tied me up, honey. God, they tied me up.”
 
“Oh, Mom,” I said.
 
“They put me in a car and took me somewhere. I was terrified, but they kept promising that they wouldn’t hurt me. They said they were sorry they had to do that, but they had to keep the place where they were taking the pictures a secret.”
 
“So what happened?” I asked, now certain that I already knew. 
 
“They had me lay down with my legs spread open and the next thing I knew… oh, honey, a woman started… licking me. You know… down there. She was licking me… and oh my God, I had one orgasm after another.”
 
“It’s all right,” I said.
 
“No,” she said. “It’s not. I tried, but I couldn’t make them stop.”
 
“I know Mom, but you were gagged and tied up.”
 
“Honey… oh God, oh God… I’m so ashamed. I didn’t want them to stop. I didn’t want the girl to stop. Not ever. It felt so good. I wanted it, honey. I wanted it so bad.”
 
“It’s been a long time since you’ve had sex, Mom. That’s all. She just helped you have an orgasm, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything.”
 
“But I did it to her too,” she said. “They took the gag off and put my face between her legs. I didn’t call out for help, I licked her just like she did me — and I loved it. I loved her smell and her taste, and I… I lost control. She made me feel wonderful, too. No lover has ever pleasured me so well. She, um, even licked inside my b-bottom… Oh, baby, it was so lovely, I almost cried when she left.”
 
“That doesn’t make you bad, Mom,” I said. 
 
“Why didn’t I want her to stop?” she sobbed, “and why do I want more? I’ve never wanted to make love to a woman, and now… now that I know how good it is, I want to do it again and again. I’ve never been so satisfied, and now I’ll n-never even know who she was.” She sniffed, on the verge of tears again. “I c-can’t explain it.  We couldn’t see each other, we were both tied up… but we connected somehow.”
What would you do if you could find her?” I asked. 
 
Mom had a dreamy look in her eyes. “I’d make love to her all day and all night… I’d take her to bed with me and, and I’d fuck her.”
Wow… I’d never heard my mother use the word fuck before. “Jesus, Mom!” She was utterly smitten by this woman… a woman that just happened to be me!
 
I couldn’t let this slide. Even though she was my own mother, I wanted her. I had to tell her the truth.
 
“Would you know her if she came back?”
 
“I think so,” she said. “I think I’d remember how she felt… and how she tasted. The way her tongue felt in me. She was such a wonderful lover.”
 
I took a deep breath. “Mom, the girl you made love to was tricked, too… in a way,” I murmured.
 
“What? What do you mean?”
 
“The girls you were talking about are part of a group of girls that get together every week just to have fun. They have a game they play called “Dare to Bare.” Each week a different girl is blindfolded and taken somewhere. They strip her naked and get her to do wild things like walking across a park nude or ride around in the back of a pickup naked with her legs spread out.”
 
“What…? How on earth do you know this?” she cried.
 
“Because I’m in the group, Mom,” I said.
 
“Y-you are?”
 
“It’s just for fun, Mom. No one gets hurt and we get to do some… some sexy things we could never do on our own. It’s fun being naked in public. I love it.”
 
“You knew this was being done to me? Your own mother? By this… this club of yours?” She was suddenly outraged.
 
“That’s the point, Mom,” I explained. “I didn’t know.”
 
“I don’t understand,” she said.
 
Deep breath. “Mom, I was the girl making love to you today.”
 
“You were not,” she said, turning pale.
 
“Yes, I was, Mom. I didn’t know it was you, because I was blindfolded and tied up myself.”
 
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered. “It can’t be true.”
 
“I can prove it if you want,” I said.
 
I sat up on the bed, slipped a hand under my skirt and into my panties, then slid two fingers into my pussy, rocking them in and out to get myself good and wet. Then I pulled them out and offered them to her. She licked at them, then sucked on them hungrily.
 
“Mom, it was me, I swear.” 
 
She stared at me. “How could you do that to your own mother?”
 
“Mom, you’re not paying attention. I didn’t know it was you. I’m bisexual… but I really prefer women. So when they told me to lick you, I just did it. How could I know who you were? You have to believe that I knew nothing about this, Mom.” 
 
“I know,” she said “it’s just that now…” She trailed off into silence.
 
“What, Mom? Now what?”
 
“I wanted more. I wanted you to make love to me again. I wanted to make love to you for hours. I remembered your touch, your taste, the feel of your body against mine. I remember the way it felt when you licked me and I… I wanted that again. I wanted more.” A tear slowly rolled down her cheek. “I wanted you.”
 
I lay quietly next to her, contemplating the sick thoughts I was having. I wanted her too. I wanted to fuck my own mother and I wanted her to fuck me. I wanted her to put on a latex strap-on so she could fuck me hard and deep. I wanted to ride her like a pony, her cock deep in my pussy. I wanted to lick her ass and put my fingers in there.
 
“So where do we go from here?” I asked. “Do we have the strength to walk away from this, forget it ever happened?”
 
“I can’t believe I’m even thinking of doing anything else.”
 
“But you are, Mom, we both are,” I said. “Let’s face it. We both want the same thing.”
 
“What are you saying, honey?”
 
“You can have what you want, Mom,” I said.
 
“What are you saying, honey? Are you saying you want me too?”
 
“I want to fuck you, Mom,” I said, “and then I want you to love me, too… to take me so high I can’t come down.” I slipped my hand beneath the sheet, touching her warm inner thigh… then letting my index finger lightly tease her cunt.
 
“Oh God, honey, I want that too… b-but we just can’t. It’s so wrong for so many reasons.” 
 
“What happens in this house is no one’s business but ours,” I said. “I love you, Mom. Really love you — and I want us to be together.”
 
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t… we can’t. We just… just can’t do this.”
 
“I’m sorry too, Mom,” I said, as I got up and trudged sadly to the door, “so very sorry.” Then I left.
 
I didn’t know whether to cry or stop thinking about it. It didn’t take long to learn that the latter wasn’t ever going to happen, but the tears weren’t a problem. It got dark outside, but I didn’t turn on the light, I just lay there fighting the visions that drove me to one masturbatory orgasm after another. In between, I wallowed in misery. It was all so damned unfair. I’d finally found the lover of my dreams, the woman I wanted for my very own — and it was my own mother! 
 
The house was silent and I felt so alone. I was sure that Mom was lying awake, just like me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go to her. I was afraid she would push me away… and that would only break my heart all over again. My lip trembled, and I began to cry.
 
I had my back to the door, gazing out into the night… then I felt the side of the bed sink slightly as Mom crawled in next to me.
 
“Can I just hold you?” she asked. 
 
“I wish you would,” I replied. “It might help me to stop crying, and accept this.” 
 
She held me to her, nuzzling into my hair and kissing my shoulder. “I wish it had never happened,” she said. 
 
“I don’t,” I said. “I’m glad it did… even though it’s killing me to think it will never happen again.”
 
“I know,” she said. “But when it happened, neither of us had any control over it.”
 
“I know that,” I said, “but that knowledge isn’t helping me get past wanting you. I feel… all empty inside.”
 
“Me too,” she said. “I look out the window and I see nothing — and that’s the way I feel right now.”
 
Neither of us said anything. I finally dropped back to lie on my back, my eyes fixed on the blank ceiling as a tear slipped from my eye, followed by another and another. 
 
“Don’t, honey,” she said, her voice trembling as she held me even tighter. “It won’t help.” 
 
I whipped around to face her, taking her in my arms to bury my face in her shoulder. “I know,” I sobbed, “but I c-can’t stop.”
 
It hurt me so much when I felt her first tear fall onto my face. We held on so tightly to each other that it was hard to breathe. 
 
“God,” she said. “If only we could lose these memories.”
 
“No, Mom,” I said. “I don’t ever want to lose them. I don’t want to forget making love to you.”
 
She tipped my face back and wiped a tear from my eye. “Shelly… kiss me,” she said. 
 
My mouth covered hers… and Mom and I were locked in a gentle kiss that quickly grew increasingly passionate. I felt my mother slowly open up to me like a spring flower.
 
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said, as I reached to fondle her beautiful breast. “I can’t pretend I don’t want this.”
 
“Oh baby, don’t,” she said. “I can’t stand it.”
 
I kissed her deeply and let my fingers go lower.
 
“Shelly, don’t,” she murmured. “I… I won’t be able to stop.”
 
“I won’t let you stop, Mom,” I said, my heart throbbing as I moved down to take her nipple in my teeth and a few seconds later, my fingertip slipped between her wet lips.
 
“Oh!” she gasped sharply as I moved through her slit. “Oh, honey, we shouldn’t do this.” 
 
“I want to, Mom,” I said. “I want to.”
 
“Oh my God,” she whimpered as I moved lower to suck on her nipple and push another finger into her. Nothing she could say or do was going to stop this now. The die was cast… and my mother and I were going to make love.
 
“Baby, oh my beautiful baby, I need you so much,” she whispered into my hair.
 
I was much too busy to reply, but my heart melted at her words. I nuzzled my way down Mom’s body to lie between her silky thighs, opening her cunt with my fingers to kiss inside her flower, She tasted divine and I licked and sucked wildly at Mom’s vagina, moving up to nibble on her clitoris until she exploded in a convulsive orgasm. I continued to pleasure her with my mouth, though, until she pushed me away because her clit was too tender. 
 
She lay panting, and I slid up to kiss her. She moaned, her tongue emerging to taste her cunt on my lips and chin. 
 
Then she sat up. “It’s your turn, baby,” she gasped. “I’m going to make you come. I’m going to fuck my own daughter.”
 
“I’m yours, Mom,” I whispered, offering myself up to her. “Take me… make me your slut.”
 
She rolled me onto my back, raising my knees up to my breasts, where I held them as she plunged her face between my thighs to feast on my cunt. She was licking wildly at the pink flesh, drinking my essence. She ran her tongue up and down my vulva, probed deep inside, me, nibbled at my clit… then did it all over again. For a woman who had just enjoyed her first lesbian experience a couple of hours ago, she had certainly learned how to eat pussy. 
 
Then she stunned me by licking her way down to my ass crack, rimming me beautifully. Then, as I gasped in surprise, Mom thrust two fingers deep into my cunt.
 
I screamed out my orgasm so loudly that the answering echo rang down the hallway. My body bucked and reared like a crazed stallion, my breath hissing through clenched teeth. Through it all, Mom kept licking my asshole, her fingers plunging in and out of my vagina until I pushed her away, unable to speak.
 
Mom crawled up to lie with me… and we cuddled in a glorious afterglow that only ended when we fell asleep in each other’s arms. We woke up an hour of so later… and our lovemaking began again.
 
For the entire night, we shared hungry kisses, went down on each other, fucked like wildcats, explored every inch of one another’s bodies with our hands and mouths and rubbed our cunts together until we finally entwined and let the world slip away. We slept, spooned together like the lovers we now were until the warmth of the morning sun forced us to open our eyes.
 
“Good morning, Mom,” I sighed, as I kissed her awake. “Thank you for coming to me last night. You made my dream come true.”
 
She smiled and kissed me with passion several times. “Mine, too, baby,” she said, “I’m so happy!”
 
I was silent for a few seconds, so she reached over to stroke my hair. 
 
“What are you thinking about, honey?”” she asked.
 
“What? Oh nothing,” I said. “Well, actually, I was just wondering where I could get a strap-on cock today.”
 
“A what?“ she gasped.
 
“A strap-on,” I said. “I want you to fuck me with it, that’s all.”
 
“Well, we can’t have you disappointed, now, can we?” she said. “I’d love to fuck you… and I’ll want you to do me, too.”
 
“Oh my God,” I said. “that would be so awesome.”
 
“Then let’s go shopping,” she said. 
 
“What day of the week is it, anyway?” I asked. 
 
She giggled and kissed me again. “It’s the day between Surprise and Forever,” she said.
 
“Is that a work day?” I asked.
 
“Is it on the calendar?” she asked. “If you don’t see it on the calendar, it’s not a work day.”
 
“So we have all day to do whatever we want,” I said.
 
“Anything and everything,” she said, tracing a finger along my bare thigh. “After all, we have a lot to discover about each other.”
 
I smiled, moving on top of her naked body. “Oh, Mom… I think I’m the happiest woman in the world.” 
 
“Second happiest,” my mother said… and she wrapped her arms around my back and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. 
 
That was a year ago. Mom and I are still together. We are lovers, blood relations and best friends… and the sex we share is still amazing. My advice to lesbians all over the word is this: if you love your mother, do everything you can to make your relationship physical. It’s the most incredible experience you’ll ever know.
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Ripples, Chapter 10

  • Posted on March 4, 2019 at 3:15 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

After dinner and the washing up, Jess made hot chocolate for everyone, then she and her daughters moved into the living room to watch TV. Katie and Poppy quickly became sleepy, though, and toddled off to bed at least an hour earlier than usual. Jessica gave the girls a few minutes to clean their teeth and get into their nightwear, then went upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

Electing to turn off the TV, Jess and Alice spent a while seated on the sofa together and chatting. Alice shared more details about the scout trip and what they had learned, while Jess told Alice about her night out with the girls and staying over at Rachel’s house, leaving out the salacious details.

It looked and sounded just like a typical mother-daughter conversation — but in reality, it was anything but. The very air seemed to hum with an undercurrent of eroticism and desire.

Jess ached to kiss her daughter, but couldn’t bring herself to take that step, even though she knew that the girl wanted it. As for Alice, she was biding her time, waiting for the right moment to make her wishes known.

Eventually, Jess glanced at the clock. “Getting late,” she said with a sigh. “Guess we should turn in. Can you lock up, sweetheart?” She gave Alice a peck on the cheek. “Good night. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mum,” Alice replied, then wandered over to the front door to bolt it.

Soon Jess was at the sink, washing the mugs they’d used to drink the hot chocolate, a frown on her lips. She throbbed with sexual hunger, her fierce need for Alice — but found herself paralyzed, unable to act on that desire.

I can’t do it, she realized. Even if I’m certain that she wants me, I can’t come on to my own daughter. And Alice seems to feel the same way. We’re at a standstill. Placing the last mug in the dish rack, she dried her hands, then went back out to the living room to switch off the lights.

Alice was still in the room, waiting for her.

“Mum,” she said quietly, “can I sleep with you tonight?”

Jess looked at her daughter, feeling her heart rate rise. “Um, certainly, if you want to, darling. Any particular reason?” Her arousal still burned brightly, but now Jessica felt an unexpected touch of fear. She felt an impulse to flee to the safety of her bedroom and lock the door.

Alice gave her mother a bashful smile. “I just missed you.”

Those sweet, simple words made Jessica feel warm all over. “I missed you too, love,” she said, reaching out for the girl, drawing her close for a hug.

They held one another for a long time. Alice’s face was buried in her mother’s breasts, and Jess felt her nipples getting stiff. Finally, she gently broke their embrace, gazing in wonder at this lovely creature that she’d brought into the world more than twelve years ago.

“Okay, sweetheart,” she said. “Let’s go to bed.”

Mounting the stairs with her daughter, Jess turned to the girl. “Go get into whatever you want to sleep in, brush your teeth and meet me in my room in five minutes.”

“Make it three,” said Alice with a wink.

While her daughter was preparing for bed, Jessica did the same — cleaned her teeth, brushed her hair and slipped into a sexy negligee. After a moment’s deliberation, she chose to go without panties. Padding over to the bed, she seated herself, waiting.

Alice entered the room seconds later. “Okay, Mum.” She was wearing that old dress shirt that had belonged to her father. Is she naked underneath? Jess wondered, unsure if that was what she wanted.

Exchanging shy smiles, they slipped into bed. Jess had a feeling that Alice wanted to talk, so she left the bedside lamp on. Sure enough, the girl gave her mother a sidelong glance, as if she had something on her mind.

Jessica turned to her daughter. “Is there something you want to ask me about, darling?”

Alice gazed pensively at her mother — then after a moment, looked at her hands. “Umm… I’ve been thinking about girls again.”

Her heart was beating fast, but Jess did her best to keep a calm demeanor. “I see. Anyone in particular?”

Katie, for one, Alice thought, but knew far better than to mention her little sister. “Well, the other girls I shared my room with at camp. They were all really cute. One of the scoutmasters. Oh, and a couple of the girls’ mums. This one mum was wearing these tight white shorts with dark knickers underneath… wow! All I could think of was how much I wanted to kiss her.”

“My goodness, that’s a crowded list! Well, that’s okay. It’s only natural, in fact — you’re just beginning to explore your sexuality, so you’ll be imagining yourself with different, er, partners.”

“Do you think it’s weird that I get so — so turned on by older women, Mum? I mean, I kinda like girls, too, but…”

Jessica’s head was spinning. “There’s nothing wrong with that, Alice. I’m sure there are lots of girls who are attracted to the thought of, er, more mature partners.” Is she talking about me? Is she?

“Hmmm.” Alice stared into space. Jess remained quiet, sure that Alice wanted to say something else. Eventually, she did.

“Mum… you know the other night? When I spent the night with you?”

“Yes, love,” Jess whispered. “How could I forget?”

Alice looked at her mother, wondering if she actually did want to forget. “Well, I was wondering if… if we could do it again.”

Jessica’s mind was ticking furiously, wondering how and what to answer… but she got lost in her daughter’s eyes, an overwhelming sense of love washing over her. She knew then that they had strayed onto a path she could not, would not abandon.

Taking a deep breath, Jess said, “Alice, you’re growing up and becoming a beautiful, intelligent young woman. I’ve always tried to be honest with you and your sisters, so before I answer, I have something to ask you — and something to tell you.”

*****

At the house on the other side of the road, Rachel was seated on the sofa next to Bella. Ten-year-old Cindy had gone to bed an hour earlier, exhausted from the sleepover. Rachel had let her older daughter stay up to tell her about the fun she’d had at Girl Scout camp.

When Bella had finished describing her weekend, Rachel sat up facing the girl, a serious look on her face.

“Sweetheart, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

A worried look crossed Bella’s face — had she done something wrong? Was something really awful going to happen?

Sensing her daughter’s anxiety, Rachel quickly reassured her. “It’s all right, honey bun… nothing bad, just some grown-up things I want to discuss.”

“Okay, sure.”

“Do you remember a few months ago when you asked me about masturbation… touching yourself?”

Bella studied her mother, trying to work out what was behind this question. “Um… yes,” she hesitantly said.

“Well, I was wondering why you haven’t come to me to ask about anything else. Aren’t there any other things you want to know about sex? I’m your mother, after all — it’s my job to teach you.”

With a small shrug, Bella said, “I guess I’m not really sure, um… what other stuff there is to know.”

“Let me ask you this, then. Sometimes when Alice comes over, I hear certain sounds coming from your room.”

Bella began to redden and squirm uncomfortably.

“Have you been doing things together, grown-up things like, maybe, practicing kissing? Don’t worry; you’re not in trouble, I promise. I just want to make sure you’ll ask me if there’s anything you don’t understand.”

Bella relaxed just a little. “Sometimes me and Alice practice kissing… and one time we touched each other a little bit.”

“I thought so. You know, it’s perfectly normal for young girls to explore sex with their friends. I did when I was your age.” Bella smiled shyly at her mum, now feeling relieved — also, a little intrigued.

Rachel continued. “I was talking to Jessica about you and Alice, and I thought it would be a good idea to teach you something more. Would you like that?”

Bella wondered, not without a hint of worry, what her mum had said to Alice’s mum. Would Ms. Matthews be upset that she’d fooled around with Alice? She would have to ask her best friend about that, the next time they met. On the other hand, now that her mum had brought the subject up, Bella realised that yes, she wanted to know more about sex, and since Mum had made the offer…

“Sure, that sounds good, Mum. Guess I really ought to learn about this stuff, huh?”

Rachel just had to smile. “Yes, sweetheart. Tell you what, let’s go upstairs to my bedroom — it’s more comfy.”

Extending a hand, she helped Bella up from the sofa, led the girl upstairs and into her room, closing the door behind them.

*****

Back across the road, Jessica sat opposite her daughter on the bed, holding Alice’s hands in hers.

“When I stayed at Rachel’s last night, she told me something. It was about you and Bella.” Alice started to nervously shift about a bit, guessing what was coming. “She thinks that the two of you might be doing things together. Like kissing each other, perhaps touching, maybe more. Is that true?”

Alice studied her mother for signs of anger, but saw none — just the same kind, loving face that she knew so well. She took a small breath. “Er, well. We do sometimes practice kissing, yeah, but not the same way you showed me.”

“Anything else?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Alice added, “Well, we’ve touched each other’s titties… and once, um, down below.” She made a face. “But Bella always gets scared and says we gotta stop, just when it starts getting good.” A pause. “That’s one of the reasons why I came to you, Mum.”

Tilting her head, Jess peered inquisitively at her daughter. “One of the reasons? What were the others?”

Alice’s cheeks had gone a bright pink. The girl was clearly nervous, but she soldiered on. “Well, uh, the big reason was… cause I just wanted to do those things with you. Kissing and stuff. I mean, I like Bella, but… I kinda decided that I like you even more.”

Jess gazed lovingly at her beautiful daughter. Reaching out to cup Alice’s face in her hands, she leaned over to place a gentle kiss on the girl’s forehead. Sitting up, she returned both hands to her lap. “Thank you for being honest with me, love. Now I’m going to do the same.”

Alice seemed puzzled. “Um, okay.”

“You remember how I said that I had something to tell you?”

Alice nodded, wondering what it could be.

“I never thought I’d ever say this, but… you know when you saw me and Aunt Rachel kiss, then me and Sally, how you asked me if I was a lesbian?”

“Yes, Mum. Don’t forget, I also said it was okay if you are one.”

“Well, now I think that I am gay — or at least, I want to be.” Jess hesitated a moment, still unsure whether she should continue, then decided she had to. “Last night, Rachel and I had sex. And the other day I saw Sally again, and we got naked together and made love.”

As she spoke, Jessica looked intently at Alice, trying to work out what her daughter was thinking. Then she fell silent, and they sat quietly for a moment.

Finally, Jess said, “Are you upset with me, sweetheart? I’ll understand if you think was wrong of me to have sex with your best friend’s mum — and then, with a girl not much older than you are. To be honest, I never saw it coming, and don’t really know where to go from here.”

Alice said, “It’s okay, Mum. Auntie Rachel is like a second mother to me, and I think it’s cool that you’re a lesbian… like I am.”

“Oh, my darling girl, you’re the best daughter a mother could have. Thank you for being so understanding,” Jess said. She took Alice’s hand in hers, caressing it.

“But Mum, won’t Auntie Rachel get jealous?”

Jess gave her a puzzled look. “Jealous?”

“About Sally. Does she know?”

“She does. And no, sweetheart, Rachel won’t get jealous. We aren’t in a serious relationship… Sure, she and I had sex, but that happened because it was something we both really, really needed.”

“Okay,” Alice replied with a nod. “Does that mean you and Sally are girlfriends?”

“What? No, no — I was just helping Sally with her first time. She wants to be with girls, too. Oh, Sally and I might go to bed together again someday, but that certainly doesn’t mean we’re in love.”

“Think you’ll have sex with Auntie Rachel again, Mum?”

Jessica’s eyes were locked with those of her daughter. Should I tell her everything? After a moment’s deliberation, she elected to do just that.

“Oh, I’m sure that she and I will fuck again, sweetheart… but right now, there’s someone else who Rachel wants.”

“Who’s that?” asked Alice.

“Bella,” Jess replied. “In fact, I suspect that right now, Rachel is having a very interesting conversation with her daughter.”

Alice gaped at her mother. “Auntie Rachel… she wants to m-make love with Bella?”

“She does.” Jessica felt her heart throb, knowing she was treading dangerous ground. “You see, I — I told her about what you and I did the other night, sweetie. Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I needed to share it with someone I trusted, who I knew would keep it secret.”

“Um, okay.” Alice seemed dazed — but thankfully, not angry. “So… what did she think?”

Jessica smiled. “She made herself come, actually. I told Rachel everything, and she fingered her cunt right in front of me. You should’ve seen it!”

“Oh, my God.”

“Then she told me that she’d been having thoughts like that about Bella… in fact, Rachel taught her how to masturbate, a couple of months ago. So after I told her about you and me, she was already making plans to go further with Bella, much further.” She paused. Go ahead, say it. “Rachel wants you, too.”

“Oh, my GOD!” the teen squealed, then just as suddenly fell quiet. “Mum,” she whispered, drawing close, resting a hand on Jessica’s upper thigh. “Can we do it again? Like last time?”

Jess covered the girl’s hand with hers, feeling it quiver to the touch. “Are you certain about this, Alice? Wouldn’t you like to have a girlfriend your own age?”

The pretty twelve-year-old shook her head. “Mum, y’know how I said I’ve been thinking about girls? Really, I was thinking about you more than anything. I’ve been wanting to tell you for days, but… I thought maybe you felt bad about what we already did.”

Jess plucked up her child’s hand and brought it to her lips. “Oh, sweetheart… how could I regret giving love to my beautiful daughter? I just want to make sure that you really, really want this.”

Her daughter stared at her with something approaching desperation in her eyes. “Please, Mum, I do. More than I ever wanted anything.”

Jess made her decision.

Gently tugging Alice’s hand, she drew her daughter close, tilting her head to place a gentle kiss on the girl’s mouth. Alice responded, parting her lips for Mum’s tongue to enter. The kiss quickly deepened, their tongues darting and dancing.

Jess pulled away after a moment, giving Alice a shy, adoring smile. She reached out to unfasten the top three buttons of that well-worn shirt, then slowly slid it off one shoulder to bare the girl’s left breast. Rising to her feet, Jessica began to undo the ties that held her black satin negligee shut. Pulling the last one open, a single shrug had the filmy garment falling down to ring her ankles. Stepping from it, Jess stood naked before her daughter.

Moving as if she was sleepwalking, a dazed Alice stood, brushing the cotton nightie from her right shoulder, eyes locked with Jessica’s as it, too, slipped off and fell to the floor — leaving the twelve-year-old girl as bare as her mother.

Reaching out to gently clasp her daughter’s arm, Jessica whispered, “Let’s lie down, sweetheart.”

As Alice turned to move over to the bed, Jess got a good look at the girl’s bottom — two flawless pale globes that jiggled ever so slightly with each step. The sight thrilled her. I’ll have to show that pretty bum some extra special love, she thought, as her daughter stretched out on top of the sheets, looking up at Jess with lust-filled eyes.

Moving to lie alongside the girl, Jess leaned over to gently kiss her as she’d done before, using her tongue to part Alice’s lips. She trailed a hand over her daughter’s upper half, stroking her shoulders and budding breasts, gradually working her way down to Alice’s belly and grazing the soft skin with her nails. Hungry to touch more of her beautiful child, Jessica went lower still, her fingers inching closer to the girl’s vulva. As for Alice, she was focused on her mother’s breasts — fondling them, testing their heft, teasing the nipples to watch them stiffen to the touch.

After several minutes of teasing, Jess finally slid her hand down between Alice’s thighs to find her dewy slit, pressing a finger against the warm, wet opening. “Oh. Oh, my God, Mum!” the girl gasped, a violent shiver coursing through her slender frame.

Jess slid a finger into her daughter’s cunt to lubricate it, then circled the tip of that finger around the tiny nubbin of her clitoris. She didn’t want to bring the girl off too quickly, though, so Jessica hooked her finger inside Alice’s vagina, then dipped her head to take a nipple into her mouth.

After a couple of minutes of attention to her daughter’s breasts, Jess began to move downward, eager to taste her little girl and use the new set of skills she’d acquired in her other lesbian encounters.

“Oh, Mum,” Alice moaned, “I feel so — I d-don’t know, it’s something — something really big…”

Jessica’s mouth was tantalisingly close to the treasure she sought, but she lifted her head slightly to reassure the trembling teen. “It’s okay, sweetie… trust me, you’re going to absolutely love this.”

She returned her attention to the goal — moving ever lower, kissing and licking until she was nestled between Alice’s parted legs, her face inches from the girl’s sex. Jess paused for a moment to admire its beauty. The slit was pink and juicy, like some rare exotic fruit, and the smell of it… She inhaled deeply, letting the rich scent tickle her nose.

Jess reached out to touch her daughter’s sparse pubes, surprised by how soft they were, then used her finger and thumb to ease Alice’s labia apart, opening her cunt before moving in for that first taste.

She began with one long, slow lick, bathing the entirety of the girl’s vulva. Alice inhaled sharply, another quick shiver surging through her. Jess licked again, then again, taking a moment to enjoy the sharp tang of her daughter. She’d acquired a genuine appreciation for the taste of pussy over the last week, and Alice’s was positively delicious.

Getting down to business, Jessica applied small flicks of her tongue to the smooth outer lips, insinuating the tip into the moist opening. Stiffening her tongue, she pushed it inside for a few darting strokes before shifting her attention to the small but erect clitoris — first teasing it with quick, playful licks, then clamping the swollen nub between her lips and sucking, all the while stimulating Alice’s vagina with a probing finger.

Alice was now bucking her hips and shaking, her head rolling from side to side as she panted for breath and groped her own breasts with both hands, a sight that only added to Jessica’s lust.

Recalling how good it felt when Rachel had done the same thing to her, Jessica withdrew her finger from Alice’s pussy, then placed the tip against her rosebud. She was already nicely lubricated, so it was easy for Jess to work that finger up to the third knuckle in her daughter’s anus. That goal accomplished, she glued her mouth to Alice’s clitoris, frequently dropping her tongue to lick up the sweet nectar that flowed freely from the young girl.

Throwing her head back, Alice cried, “Mummy — oh, Mummy, what’s h-happening to m-me?”

Jess raised her head to say, “It’s okay, sweetheart, let it go,” then quickly returned to her work.

Seconds later, Alice arched her body up from the bed, shaking almost violently as she came. A hoarse moan exploded from her lips — but somehow, the teen had the presence of mind to snatch up a pillow, pressing it to her face to muffle the sound. Alice’s trembling suddenly ceased, the girl’s body steel-rigid for a brief eternity… then she went limp, collapsing into the sodden sheets.

Jessica sat back on her haunches, suddenly feeling a momentary bout of dizziness. She stared down at her daughter, watching the girl’s chest rise and fall. God, I am so in love with her.

After a moment or two, she quickly moved to take the girl in her arms, nuzzling her face. Alice’s lips found hers, and they shared a gentle, very romantic kiss.

When they drifted apart, Alice whispered, “Wow, Mum. That was… oh, it was so good. Even better than last time.”

Jess giggled. “Well, after all, I’ve had a couple of goes at it in the last few days. Perhaps I’ve learned something.”

Slowly sitting up, Alice turned to face her mother. “Can I try now? I’m supposed to be learning too, right?”

In silent assent, Jessica laid back and opened her legs, smiling sweetly as she waited to be loved.

Alice needed no further prompting. Leaning over her beautiful, naked mother, she began to adorn her with kisses, starting with Jessica’s lips and working her way down. After a few passion-laden kisses, she trailed her tongue down Mum’s neck, making her way toward those lovely breasts. Alice suckled each nipple in turn, fondling one creamy globe while nursing from the other.

She was eager to reach the ultimate prize, though — the warm, luscious pot of honey between her mum’s thighs — so Alice continued her southward journey, pausing to bury her face in the softness of Jessica’s tummy. I could spend hours resting here, just resting my head, she told herself, placing a tiny kiss on her mother’s belly button. Her final goal beckoned, though, so Alice kept going, kissing a path that led her into the garden of Mum’s pubes.

A moment later, the teen was poised and ready, her lips inches from the glistening slit, her entryway into life. She breathed in the scent, now quite familiar to her, then pried the fleshy lips open, exposing the part of Mum’s cunt that Alice knew would give her the most pleasure.

At first she used her fingers — one, then two — to pump in and out of the juicy orifice, but Alice was thirsting for the nectar she’d tasted once before, now dripping from her hand, more of it with each thrust. Withdrawing those probing fingers with a liquid sound, the teen lunged forward and fastened her mouth to Mum’s pussy, desperate to drink as much as she could.

She feasted on the warm, wet flesh as though sucking the juice from an ice lolly on a scorching day. Her mum’s body was quivering from head to toe, and Alice knew it wouldn’t be long before she went off.

Recalling what Mum had done to her mere moments ago, Alice slipped a finger into the dark pink cleft between her mother’s buttocks, seeking out her anus. The angle of her penetration was off at first, making Jessica wince, but the second try succeeded, getting her finger all the way into Mum’s rectum.

This was enough to send Jess over the edge — and she covered her mouth with the palm of her hand as she let go, barely managing to stifle her cries as the pleasure grew steadily stronger, rising to an unimaginable peak.

Then she seemed to be floating in space, slowly drifting until she somehow found her way back into her body, wide open and sprawled out in a very lewd manner on the bed. Alice was kneeling between her legs, smiling blissfully at a breathless, very dazed Jessica.

Reaching out, Jess pulled her wonderful, clever girl to her, kissing the girl deeply, their sweat-glazed bodies sliding easily together. Eager for more, she urged Alice to move further up her body. At first, the teen didn’t understand what Mum wanted, but when Jess took hold of her firm buttocks and whispered, “Give me your pussy, sweetheart… Mummy wants to lick you again,” Alice moved into position, kneeling above her mother’s face and taking hold of the bed frame.

Guiding the twelve-year-old down to her waiting mouth, Jessica buried her tongue in the syrupy flesh, eagerly lapping at the juices that flowed freely down her chin.

Within moments, Alice had her second climax — shuddering, then briefly going stiff before slumping down over her mother’s face. Jessica’s tongue was still moving about in her daughter’s hole as she allowed the sweet, sticky cunt honey to ooze into her mouth and down her throat.

Finally, Alice dismounted her mum and lay down beside her. They drifted together in a languid embrace, exchanging a brief but tender kiss. Their eyes met.

“I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, my precious child.”

A moment’s silence, then Alice spoke up. “Mum?”

“Hmm?”

“We won’t… act like last time, will we? Y’know, how you and I kinda, um, pretended we never made love, and didn’t talk about it… maybe cause we were scared to?”

“No, sweetheart,” Jess replied, caressing her daughter’s face. “That time, I was feeling guilty, thinking what we’d done was wrong. Now, though…” She shook her head. “I don’t feel that way anymore. Society says that a mother and daughter shouldn’t be lovers, but I ask you — how can something this joyous, this perfect, possibly be wrong?”

“It can’t, huh?” Alice said, breaking into a smile.

“No, it can’t,” said Jessica, smiling back. “I don’t want to give this up, and neither do you. So we can keep, um… sharing pleasures together.”

“Sharing pleasures,” sighed the girl. “I like that.”

“We can’t let your sisters find out about this, though. They’re too young to understand.”

Alice had her own thoughts on that subject, but obligingly said, “Okay, Mum.”

“One more thing,” Jess continued. “If we’re going to be lovers, you and I both have to remember that I’m still your mum, and you’re still my daughter. When I ask you to set the table, I’m asking as your parent, not the woman who licked you the night before. And when you, oh, ask me for four quid to buy lipgloss, you’re talking to Mum, not your girlfriend. Understand?”

“Uh-huh,” Alice grinned. “And then you say, ‘Don’t you have enough shades of lipgloss already’?” They laughed, and the teen quickly added, “I do get it, though… and I think you’re right, Mum. I promise not to ever forget who you are, or who I am.” Then she grinned, blushing slightly. “Y’know, I don’t even want you to be my girlfriend. A mum who gives me special love… that’s miles better.”

“My sweet little girl,” Jess whispered, her eyes growing misty. “God, I adore you.” She pulled her daughter close, and they hugged again. “Okay, now give me one more kiss, and then let’s get ourselves some sleep.”

Alice tilted her face upwards, and their lips brushed together. It began as a gentle peck, but somehow they got carried away, and soon enough, their tongues were sparring in a very lustful fashion.

Finally, Jess forced herself to break away. “Oh, my… I already want you again, love.”

“Me too, but — but maybe we should, um, hold off, huh?”

“I think so,” Jess nodded. “Let’s dream about each other instead.”

“Yeah, let’s.” The girl’s expression became thoughtful. “Mum? Does Aunt Rachel really want to — to have sex with me?”

“Yes, she does,” Jess said.

“Well, would it be all right with you if… if I did do stuff with her…?”

“It would, sweetie. Rachel had an idea about something like that… but we didn’t get into much detail about it. Let’s discuss this later, okay? It’s a complicated subject, and we really need to get some sleep. It’s late.” She paused, then added, “I’ll tell you this, though — if you really want to go to bed with her, you’ll get your chance.”

“Cool,” Alice settled down, closing her eyes.

“Ready for lights out?”

“Uh-huh,” said Alice. “G’night, Mum.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.” Jessica reached over to switch off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

A moment’s silence, then Alice lifted her head. “Mum?”

“Hmmm?”

“What about you? Do you want to make love to Bella?”

Jess chuckled. “Of course I do — but let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay? If we start talking about this now, we’ll be up for hours… and we’ll probably end up having sex again.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I kinda already feel like doing it some more.”

“No, no — let’s hold off, like you said. You can spend the night with me tomorrow — we’ll fuck each other silly.”

“Yeah,” Alice sighed. “I love fucking you, Mum. It’s the best thing ever.”

“Hmmm. I suppose you’re allowed to use that word when we’re in bed together… but don’t you let me hear you saying it anywhere else, of there’ll be the devil to pay. Now come on, love. Time to sleep.”

“Sure, Mum. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Her hand found Alice’s.

The room settled into a cozy silence as mother and daughter eased their way into slumber.

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Tears of the Sun, Chapter 8

  • Posted on February 28, 2019 at 12:35 am

by Purple Les

Morning came early, as it was Monday and the laundry was busy again. Mrs. Lee oversaw things there, as she always had, but now she had a staff to assist, including several former slaves.

The Kid had awakened, bathed and had breakfast. So had Arabella, who was wearing her boy clothes, as per The Kid’s instructions. May and June had eaten with them, but now were attending their lessons, as Mrs. Lee had them do every weekday. An elderly scholar from China taught the girls, in exchange for room and board.

The clothes in the bundle The Kid had given Mrs. Lee had been washed and pressed, and now The Tequila Kid was all but unrecognizable. She wore a black Victorian dress — modest, but not so much as to conceal her figure. She’d put her hair up after washing it thoroughly, then powdered her face, using extra powder on the chin to cover the tattoos.

The part she hated the most was wearing black women’s shoes, so tight that you had to use a tool to button up the sides. She spent a few minutes walking around in them, trying to make it look natural.

Her disguise was made complete with a fashionable black ladies hat, one with a heavy matching veil that hid her face, and a pair of elbow gloves, done in black silk.

She picked up a beaded ladies’ clutch, appraised herself in a mirror and finally nodded. “Guess that’ll do.  “All right, Button, let’s go. You stay close to me, now.”

The Kid led Arabella by the hand through back alleys and past the outhouses and chicken coops and trash that was found behind the buildings on Main Street. They eventually emerged on Main Street, in the white part of town on the other side of the deadline. To all appearances, they looked like a young widow and her little boy.

They entered a general store. Arabella wandered around while the Kid went to the woman behind the counter.

Doing her best impression of a posh Boston accent, the Kid said, “Good morning. Could you help me, perhaps?”

The woman smiled at the young lady. “Why yes, ma’am, of course.”

“I’m from the east and am heading back home. I wanted to take a souvenir along. Is there anywhere I could purchase an Indian arrow?”

Shaking her head, the woman said, “I’m afraid not, ma’am.” Then she thought for a moment and said, “Well, there is Old Bill. He can carve almost anything. You can usually find him whittling in front of the dry goods store down the street.”

The Kid smiled beneath her veil. “Thank you, miss.”

As the Kid turned, Frank Sims came into the store. He tipped his hat gruffly toward The Kid, then sauntered over. “Mornin’, Miz Clark,” he said, “There’s a woman in town, I wonder if you happened to see her. She dresses like a man, got tattoos on her chin. Wears a pair of six-guns.”

Mrs. Clark laughed. “My goodness, no, Mr. Sims!”

“Maybe not in here, then… but around town?”

The woman shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not. I’d certainly recall someone like that. Is she… some kind of performer?”

“No, just someone I know. Thank you, good day.” With that, Sims turned to leave, tipping his hat once more to the Kid as he stalked out of the store.

Even if the clerk hadn’t used his name, The Kid would have known him to be Frank Sims. Charlie Redeye’s description matched the man perfectly, right down to his voice.

Looking around, The Kid realized that Arabella had vanished from sight. She felt a moment’s panic, but quickly found the girl — crouched behind a pickle barrel, gone pale white.

“What on earth’s the matter?” asked The Kid, hunkering down next to the trembling child. “You look like you seen a ghost.”

“Th-that man.” Arabella whispered. “Is he — is he gone?”

Glancing through the open door, The Kid saw Sims enter a nearby saloon. “He is,” she said. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Helping the girl to her feet, The Kid guided Arabella out of the general store and onto the boardwalk, then swiftly took her around the side and to the rear of the building. Luckily, no one else was there.

Kneeling before Arabella, The Kid took both of the child’s hands, gazing into her horror-struck eyes. “Who was that man, Button?” She already suspected what the answer would be.

“He… he was one of those Indians… the ones that k-killed Pa, and Ma, and m-my sister!” She burst into tears, sobbing helplessly. The Kid held Arabella to her as she cried.

Just like I thought, the Kid told herself. White men posing as Indians. Now, besides the other evidence, she had an eyewitness. But that’s got to stay a secret. I won’t risk Button’s life if I can help it.

“Listen, Button,” she said when the girl was finally cried out. “It’s good that you saw that man. Now I know who he is, I can make him pay for what he done. But till then, I need you to be brave, to help me do what it takes to bring him in.”

Arabella straightened up, sniffling. “All right,” she nodded. “My pa was a brave man… I guess I can be that way, too.” She wiped her eyes impatiently, took a steadying breath. “Okay, Kid. I’m ready.”

“You got more sand than most men I know, Button,” The Kid said. “Come on then, let’s get back to work.”

She and Arabella walked down Main Street to the dry goods store, where an old man sat on a three-legged stool, carefully whittling on a small piece of wood.

The Kid approached the man. “Mornin’, sir,” she said.

Glancing up, the man gave her a toothless smile, “Mornin’, ma’am,” he replied. “Sorry I ain’t wearin’ a hat, or I’d tip it to ye.”

“Would you be Old Bill?”

“I have to be, all right,” the old man cackled. “No one else would.”

The Kid smiled beneath her veil. “I’ve been told that you can whittle anything for a price.”

“Aye, that I can. Whatever ye can think of.”

“Have you made any arrows?”

He scratched his chin. “Not much call for that.” He paused to spit tobacco juice. “Tell ye what, though — I made a dozen or so arrows, just a while back. Wasn’t real Injun arrows, mind ye, but they was mighty good.”

“Could I see one of them?”

“Well, now. Truth is, I sold ‘em all. Feller named Sims, he had me make ‘em. I figgered that he wanted ‘em to sell hisself. Mebbe ye could look him up, see if he still has any.”

“Perhaps,” The Kid said. “In the meantime, would you make something for my son?”

“Oh, aye. What would ye like, sonny? A soldier? Or a gun? How ‘bout a horse? I got one started here.” He held up the piece of wood he’d been working on. “It’s near done.”

“Oh, yes. A horse, please!” Arabella said.

“One more thing, mister,” the Kid said. “Would you make me one of those arrows? Like the one you did for that gentleman — I’m sorry, you said his name was…?”

“Sims,” replied Old Bill. “Reckon I can, sure.”

“Can my boy wait here with you while I run an errand?” the Kid asked. “I’m sure he’d enjoy watching you work.”

“Why, sure,” Old Bill said. “So, that’s this horse”– he shaved a strip from the piece of wood — “and one Injun arrow. Be done with ‘em both in ‘bout an hour. Much obliged to ye, ma’am.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” The Kid replied, nodding her head.

Taking Arabella to one side, she bent down and whispered. “I need you to stay put for a little while, Button. I got to see some folks about that bad fella you saw. You’ll be safe here, but if anything does happen, just run on back to Mrs. Lee’s place. You ‘member where that is?”

“Uh-huh. You won’t be gone too long, will you, Kid?”

“Bout an hour, I’d say. Don’t forget, now — you’re s’posed to be callin’ me ‘Ma’, while I’m in these duds.” Patting the girl’s arm, she made her way into the street.

Three minutes later, The Kid entered the courthouse, where she gave a clerk the note from Polly. Moments later, she was introducing herself to Judge Claxton. He had the sheriff called to his office, and the three of them sat down together, laying plans.

Fifty minutes later, The Kid returned to the dry goods store just as Old Bill was making the final touches to his arrow. A moment later, he handed it to Arabella. “It ain’t quite done, mind ye. Don’t have the feathers to make the fletchin’, but other than that, it’s the same as I made for Sims.”

“Look, Ma!” Arabella cried, showing off the completed horse.

“It’s beautiful, honeybunch,” The Kid answered. “How much do I owe you, Bill? For the horse and this arrow.”

“Two bits if ye please, ma’am.” the grizzled old man answered, spitting out more tobacco juice.

The Kid handed him a dollar. Frowning, Old Bill said, “I ain’t got no change.”

“Please keep it, you’ve earned it.”

Old Bill smiled. “That’s right kind of ye, ma’am. Much obliged!”

They exchanged goodbyes, then Kid took Arabella to lunch at a cafe. Afterward they walked around Main Street, looking in windows and getting a good look at the town.

Just before two in the afternoon, they went to the courthouse and took a seat in the middle of five rows of benches. Over lunch, The Kid had explained a few details of her plan to Arabella. Now the girl was intensely interested, paying attention to everyone who entered.

A scattering of people joined them. Some came to bring matters before the judge, others were just passing the time of day. As the afternoon wore on, others came and went.

Some men took their hats off, some didn’t. A few smoked, or chewed tobacco. Judge Claxton was indifferent to the spectators, long as there was no drinking being done. Arabella noticed that the Kid had not removed her black ladies hat, so she left her own straw hat on.

Arabella had the arrow in her lap, wrapped in a piece of burlap to conceal it. She sat next to the Kid, toying with the wooden horse Old Bill had carved for her. They watched the judge handle cases from chicken thievery to public drunkenness to disputes between neighbors.

The Kid heard the bench behind her creak loudly, and looked back just enough to see that Frank Sims had come in and seated himself. Most of the crowd had already left, just a few bodies remaining in the courtroom. Two of these were the sheriff and his deputy.

It pleased The Kid to know that Sims had been turning Oak Creek upside down in pursuit of someone who been right under his nose twice that same day.

Judge Claxton banged his gavel and said, “Any more business to bring up before this court’s adjourned?”

The Kid detected it in the air before she saw him: the mingled scent of hair cologne and cigar smoke. Where’d I smell that before?

Then the source of the aroma came forward, a tall, well-dressed man who said, “Yes, your honor. I have some business matters to bring before the court.”

“Mr. Kingsley,” the judge said with a brief nod. “I see you have your lawyer with you. Please approach the bench and explain your business.”

The Kid was on edge in an instant. Kingsley. The man Polly warned me about. The one who means to take over Oak Creek. The one with four hired guns. She carefully watched as Kingsley doffed his hat and made his way up to the judge. He was clearly a man of means, done up to the nines in a charcoal-gray suit. He was accompanied by a lawyer, a thin bald man who looked as if he might keel over and die from old age at any moment.

As Kingsley quietly spoke to the judge, the Kid realized that his voice also seemed familiar. Then Kingsley’s lawyer said, “So you see, your honor, all the paperwork is in order. We just need them declared legally dead to conclude this contract.”

Then the recollection of that voice and smell came back to the Kid. The bank robber she’d taken the sacks of gold from back in Adobe Wells. Same scent, same voice. Her pulse began to race.

“Well, what sort of proof do you have that they are dead?” Judge Claxton asked.

The lawyer laid a newspaper on the desk, Putting his spectacles on, the judge quickly skimmed through the article indicated by the lawyer, then pushed it to one side. “Fine, the boy and grandmother are dead, I grant you that. What about the others?”

“I’m afraid the evidence of their demise is rather grisly, your honor — perhaps it should be reviewed privately in your chambers…?” the lawyer said.

The judge scowled. “No, it should not. If you’ve got the evidence, Finch, produce it now.” The lawyer drew close and whispered something to the judge, whose scowl grew deeper with every word. Finally, he exclaimed, “Scalps? How are we to know if they belong to the people in this claim, unless you’ve got the corpses to match?”

“Your honor,” Kingsley said. “These were given to me by a half-breed tracker named Charlie Redeye. He got them from the Indians who did the killings — at great risk of his own life, I might add. The sheriff of Adobe Wells has given us this signed document, stating that they belong to the Hodgekiss family. I also have these garments” — he took the tattered scraps of Button’s clothing from a burlap sack, placing them before the judge — “that belong to the little girl who escaped being scalped with the others. Mr. Redeye put his mark on this affidavit, swearing that he found her grave in the desert.”

The judge studied all the papers before him carefully, then asked, “Where is this Mr. Redeye? I’ll want his statement.”

“I don’t know, your honor. Mr. Sims and myself have spent all day searching for him.”

The sheriff stood. “Charlie Redeye was found shot dead this morning,” he said. There was a murmur in the courtroom. “We’ve yet to find who did the deed.” he added.

“I am most sorry to hear that.” Kingsley said. “He was a good man. Nonetheless, your honor, I’m very saddened to say that the entire Hodgekiss family is deceased, which leaves me the sole partner to the gold claim. Per the contract signed by Mike Hodgekiss and myself.”

“That’s a lie.”

There was a reaction in the courtroom as everyone looked around to see who had just spoken. Arabella was on her feet — fists clenched, cheeks flushed red, a fierce light in her eyes.

The Kid slowly slipped a hand into her bag, taking hold of the derringer as she looked back at Sims. Satisfied that the big man was keeping still, she decided to let this play out and let Arabella have the floor.

“Who said that?” the judge demanded, banging his gavel sharply.

Arabella clambered up on the bench so that she could be seen, then spoke again. “I said it, mister.”

Glancing back over her shoulder again, The Kid saw Frank Sims move to the door, blocking it. She turned to see Ramses Kingsley’s reaction — there was a thin smile on his lips, but the man’s eyes were ice cold.

Judge Claxton seemed completely bewildered. “You said it? Well, who in tarnation are you, boy?”

“I’m not a boy!” Arabella said, wrenching off her hat and shaking her long hair down. “I’m Mike Hodgekiss’s youngest daughter.” Now the courtroom was dead silent. “My name is Arabella Elizabeth Hodgekiss…”

The Kid looked around. Sims’ face had gone ashen, while Kingsley was taut with barely restrained fury.

Arabella hadn’t noticed Sims, but she stared straight at Kingsley, “…and I ain’t one bit dead.”

“You both come to my chambers.” the judge said, indicating Arabella and the Kid. “Kingsley, you and your mouthpiece, too. Pause for recess.” The crack of his gavel rang through the courtroom.

The bailiff escorted them through a door set behind the judge’s bench. Judge Claxton followed behind, pausing to speak briefly with the sheriff. Once he left the courtroom, the sheriff and deputy unholstered their guns and moved to either side of Frank Sims.

“You come with us, Sims. I got a warrant for your arrest,” the sheriff said.

“The hell you say! What’s the charge?” Sims blustered.

“Murder and robbery,” the sheriff answered. “Don’t make a fuss, Frank. Once Kingsley finds out, you might just get out on bail… if he’s willin’ to pay it, anyhow.” He gave a snort of laughter. “Oh, and I’ll also be relievin’ you of that there shootin’ iron, son,” he added, pointing to the pistol at Sims’ side.

Sims tightened his jaw as he stared at the drawn guns, then sighed. “Fine.” Slowly removing the gun from his belt, the big man presented his weapon to the sheriff, butt first. Then he allowed himself to be led from the courtroom and taken down the street to the jail.

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In the judge’s chamber, Kingsley paced to and fro as he said, “Your Honor, can this child prove who she says she is? How do we know that this isn’t some unscrupulous ruse, an attempt to steal this mine from its rightful owner? Mr. Redeye gave his word that Arabella Hodgekiss is dead.”

“Sit down, Kingsley,” Judge Claxton growled. “You’re stirrin’ up the dust in here.” He turned to Arabella, “Little girl, are you telling the truth?”

“I swear on my family’s grave.” Arabella solemnly said.

“Do you know the truth? Do you understand right from wrong?” Kingsley said to the child, no longer hiding his contempt.

“God and Jesus love those who speak the truth,” the child replied. “The truth sets you free. Lies make Jesus cry and fill your soul with sin.”

Kingsley was at a loss for words. “I…” He was glaring at the girl, but Arabella stood her ground.

Finch, the elderly attorney, hastened to calm his client. “Ramses…” he murmured, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder. Suddenly aware of how close he’d come to losing control, Kingsley seated himself. The judge seemed to be fighting an impulse to snicker.

“Your honor,” Finch began, turning back to the judge, “I’m sure that none of us would dispute this child’s wise words. Nonetheless, this is a court of law, and the law requires proof of some sort that she is, in fact, the daughter of Mike Hodgekiss.”

“True,” the judge said with a nod, then looked over to Arabella. “Well, child,” he said, his voice gentle, “have you some means of proving who you are?”

“Sir, I have this,” Arabella said, taking her family bible out of her coat. Bringing it forward, she handed the worn book to the judge. “Everything about my folks is in here. Ma put my name in it when I was born.”

Looking at The Kid, Kingsley’s eyes narrowed. “And who might you be — this child’s nursemaid?”

As Judge Claxton pored through the family history that was inscribed on the inside cover of the bible, he said without looking up, “You two haven’t met before? My, my. Kingsley, allow me to introduce you to the Tequila Kid.”

At first, Kingsley seemed to think the judge was joking. Then he went pale. As far as he knew, he’d already lost his stolen gold to The Kid — now she was ruining his chance of getting the gold mine as well.

Claxton was conversing quietly with Arabella, asking questions about the names and birthdates he saw in the bible. Thumbing through the volume, he found a folded piece of paper tucked inside, took it out and read what it had to say, a smile slowly appearing on his face.

“Well, Kingsley,” the judge said, “This is another contract between you and Mike Hodgekiss… dated later than the one you have. This contract supersedes that one.” The judge handed it to Kingsley’s lawyer. “What say you, Finch?”

Putting his spectacles on, the lawyer studied the document carefully, then said, “Well, now, Ramses, it appears that since the girl is alive and the sole descendent, the mine is hers. You are her partner. She gets eighty percent of the profit, with you receiving the remainder — after all taxes and expenses.”

Ramses Kingsley looked as if he had a bad taste in his mouth — but he was smiling, even if his eyes were colder than ever. “Very well.” Kingsley said, his voice gone smooth and even, “I suppose that my lawyer will be talking with you soon, Miss Hodgekiss.”

“You best have your lawyer speak with Arabella’s aunt. She’s the child’s legal guardian now,” the Kid said, taking off the ladies’ hat. The disguise had served its purpose, and she was impatient to be shut of it and back in her everyday clothes.

“That’s right,” said the judge, “Clementine DuMount is the girl’s aunt. Says so right here in this bible.” He glanced up at the lawyer. “Finch,” he said, his voice low and deadly serious, “you’re already on thin ice in my court. If I hear even a whisper about you botherin’ this here child. I’ll have your license.”

With that, Kingsley turned and stalked out of the judge’s chambers. “Er — we’ll be in touch,” the lawyer said, then hastened after his client.

Letting out a guffaw of laughter, Judge Claxton sat back in his chair. “By God, that was the first time I ever saw Ramses Kingsley get that flustered. Did my heart good.” He turned to Arabella. “Little lady, I’d like to shake your hand for standin’ up to that dirty cur.”

“Thank you, sir,” Arabella said, blushing adorably as she extended her hand to the judge.

“You deserve credit, too, Kid,” Claxton continued, looking over at The Kid. “Everything worked out just like we planned. Better, by God!” Pulling a watch from his vest pocket, he noted the time. “By now, I reckon Frank Sims is coolin’ his heels in a jail cell. When we adjourned to chambers, I let Sheriff Milligan know to hit Sims with that warrant we drew up.”

“Good,” The Kid said.

“Kid,” the judge said, shutting the watch with a snap and tucking it back in his vest. “You’d best take this child and get you gone. When Kingsley gets told that I’ve got his right-hand man locked up, he’ll be back — and madder than a wet hen, too.” He chuckled. “Wait ‘till he finds out just how high I’m settin’ Sims’ bail. Go on, now — guess how much!”

Pondering for a moment, The Kid shrugged. “Uh… five hundred?”

Another burst of laughter from the judge. “Nope… a thousand dollars, by God!”

The Kid whistled, long and low. “You sure do know how to kick a man when he’s down.”

The judge’s smile twisted into a grimace. “Some folks need to be kicked when they’re down, and believe you me, Ramses Kingsley is one of ‘em. I’m just glad to finally get a chance to make him sweat a little.” He fingered his watch again, but didn’t take it out. “Now get goin’, Kid. Take the back way. He’s gonna be stompin’ back in here any minute, and I don’t want this little lady to be here when that happens.”

“Judge Claxton, I’m mighty obliged to you.” The Kid picked up the fancy ladies hat, peered at it disdainfully and, with a sigh, placed it back on her head. “C’mon, Button,” she said.

Arabella followed The Kid to the door, then turned around to give the judge a big smile. “Thank you, sir,” she said.

Judge Claxton nodded. “The pleasure was all mine, little lady.”

Then they were gone. Settling back in his chair, Claxton took out his pipe and began to clean it, patiently waiting for Kingsley to show.

*****

The Kid’s next stop was at Doc Stone’s office. “Wait here for me,” she told Arabella when the doctor stuck his head into the waiting room. “I’ll only be a couple minutes.”

“Figured you’d be droppin’ by sometime,” Stone said as he escorted The Kid into the back, “though not wearin’ a dress, that’s for sure. You goin’ to some fancy ball tonight?”

“Didn’t want certain folks in town to know who I am just yet, that’s all,” The Kid replied.

“None of my business,” Stone said with a wink, leading her into a small room, dominated by a cloth-covered table. He whisked the cloth away, revealing the body of Charlie Redeye. “Here he is.”

“What can you tell me, Doc?”

Indicating the fatal wound with the stub of a pencil, Doc Stone said, “Shot once through the heart. Odd thing is, looks like he was shot from above. Maybe from an upstairs window.”

“Got his things?” The Kid asked. “I need to go through ‘em.”

The doctor produced a box in which he’d put Charlie’s personal belongings. The Kid saw Charlie’s medicine pouch. Most Native Americans carried one, as did The Kid herself. There was also an unsmoked cigar. Not much else. Three dollars in coin was all the money Charlie had.

The Kid held the three dollars out and said, “Can he be buried, Doc Stone?”

Doc Stone scratched behind his ear and said, “Well, I suppose so. Not in the white cemetery, but I can get him put in Boot Hill. You want a marker?”

“I reckon not. Is that enough money, Doc?”

“Depends. You want a pine box for him? Or just wrapped in canvas.”

“Canvas is fine.” She shook her head. “Charlie was a no-account son of a bitch, but I reckon he deserves to get planted in the ground, at least.”

The doctor rubbed his nose. “This’ll be enough.” He took the coins from the Kid’s hand.

The Kid put the medicine pouch and cigar into her bag, then left, saying, “Much obliged, Doc.”

*****

The next day, the Kid was glad to be back in her regular clothes and wearing her pistols again, while Arabella had given up her disguise for the blue gingham dress and bonnet that Annie Bloom had bought in Hellsfork for her.

After thanking and saying goodbye to Mrs. Lee, May and June, The Kid borrowed a horse and buggy from her old friend Pablo, pausing briefly to catch up on old times with the burly blacksmith. Once mounted, The Kid headed out to Clementine DuMount’s ranch, Arabella by her side.

As they reached the gates of the ranch, an older man on a horse rode up, blocking the buggy.

“Howdy,” he said, squinting hard at the Kid. “Is Mrs. DuMount expectin’ y’all?”

“Are you Slim Green?” Arabella asked.

The man looked her way for the first time, and his deeply lined face broke into a slow smile. “Arabella Hodgekiss? Why, land o’ Goshen! It’s been a spell. We thought you was dead, child.” His smile vanished, and he shook his head sadly. “I am sure sorry to have heard about that business. Your folks was mighty good people.”

“Thank you, Mr. Green.” Arabella gestured toward her companion. “This is my friend, the Tequila Kid. She saved my life.”

Green turned his friendly smile on The Kid, tipped his hat and said, “Pleased to make your ‘quaintance, ma’am… and many thanks for what you done for Arabella.” Climbing down from his horse, he shuffled over to the gates and opened them. “Follow me on up to the house. Child, your Aunt Clementine will be more excited than a cat in a roomful of rockin’ chairs when she lays her eyes on you!”

The old man climbed back into the saddle, and The Kid trailed behind as he led them up the road toward the DuMount house.

Clementine DuMount was on the front porch shaking out a rug when they drew near. Shielding her eyes from the late afternoon sun, she saw Slim leading a buggy with a little girl and what appeared to be a young man. Then she recognized Arabella. Dropping the rug, Clementine raced toward the buggy.

The Kid reigned the horse to a stop as Arabella jumped out and ran toward her aunt, calling, “Aunt Clem!” Clementine swept the ten-year-old up in her arms and spun her around. Arabella hugged the woman tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Clementine put Arabella down, then immediately went down on her knees and embraced the sobbing girl again, murmuring, “My poor, sweet child. We all thought we’d lost you.” Tears came to Clementine’s eyes as she drew away, gazing at her niece. “Oh, Arabella. My poor sister’s little girl. You’ve come home.”

They hugged for a while longer, then Clementine took notice of the buggy driver, who she’d first thought was a man, but was actually a tall woman dressed in men’s clothing. A white woman, who wore a pair of six-shooters and had tattoos on her chin. She put Clementine in mind of an Indian for some reason, even though she obviously wasn’t one.

Slim said, “Mrs, Clementine, this here is the Tequila Kid. Arabella says this woman saved her life.”

Clementine’s thoughts about this odd woman suddenly softened as Arabella said, wiping her tears away, “That’s for sure the truth, Aunt Clem. I would’ve died in the desert if it weren’t for The Kid.”

Clementine came over to the buggy and extended her hand. Smiling, she said, “We are forever in your debt, Miss Kid.”

The Kid took Clementine’s hand and held it for a moment, saying, “Shucks, ma’am, it was chance that brought me to her when she needed someone.”

“No,” Clementine said, “It was the providence of the Lord. We can never thank you enough. Slim, please show Miss Kid where she can put the horse and buggy. Then bring her back to the house, so she can meet the girls.”

As The Kid followed Slim off to the stable, Clementine took Arabella inside and cried, “Mimi! Susie! Come quickly!”

Two girls came running down the stairs, both of them squealing in surprise as they hastened to greet their cousin, embracing the overwhelmed little girl. It was a moment of mixed emotions — sadness for their lost relations, and joy for Arabella, that she was alive and safe after all.

The Kid hesitantly came to the door with a small valise. When she knocked, Clementine came to let her in. Arabella was busy fielding questions from her cousins.

Setting the valise down, The Kid said, “Mrs. DuMount, this here bag is all Arabella has. It’s not much, but more than when we started out together.”

“Thank you, Miss Kid. Please come in and meet my daughters.”

As The Kid hesitantly entered the front parlor, two girls eagerly approached her. Clementine put an arm over the shoulders of the smaller girl, twining the other around the waist of the older one.

The Kid studied the family with genuine interest. Clementine is downright beautiful. Full-figured, well-dressed without putting on airs. I love how she piles all that auburn hair up on top of her head. The bigger girl has her hair the same — she’s already as good-looking a woman as her mama. And that little one with the braids is cute as a baby bunny. Easy to see that they’re mother and daughters… and kin to Button.

“This is my oldest, Naomi,” Clementine said, proudly indicating the older girl, “Sweetheart, this is Miss Kid, the woman who saved Arabella’s life.” Naomi curtsied, and the Kid tipped her hat.

“Everyone just calls me Mimi. I hope you will, too.” Naomi said.

The Kid smiled. “Be glad to.” Naomi was almost as tall her mother and blossoming into a lovely woman with small, firm breasts and a nice curve to her hips. Gesturing the younger girl forward, Clementine said, “And this is Olivia Susan.”

Olivia also made a small curtsy. She looked to be just a little older than Arabella. She was adorable as could be — still girlish, but starting to bloom with hint of budding breasts.

“You can just call me Susie, like everyone else does. Thank you for saving my cousin,” Susie said, then suddenly moved forward to give the Kid a warm hug.

“It’s my pleasure to meet you folks. And there’s no need to call me ‘Miss Kid’ — just ‘Kid’ will do fine.” In spite of the family’s warm welcome, the quiet elegance of their home made The Kid all too conscious of the shabbiness of her clothing. “I reckon I’ll go get my own things out to the stable. I need to speak with Slim, anyhow.”

The girls looked at Clementine, who touched the Kid’s arm and said, “You’ll stay here in the house with us.”

The Kid looked at the floor for a moment and said, “Much obliged, ma’am, but I don’t want to put anyone out none. The stable’s more like what I’m used to.”

“I will take it as a personal insult if you spend a single night in that drafty old stable,” Clementine said, with a smile that was warm and genuine.

The Kid had to grin at that. “Well, then, I reckon I’ll accept your kind invitation, Mrs. DuMount.”

“And you can call me Clem.” Clementine said, looking at her girls. “Everyone else does.”

“All right.” the Kid said, still feeling a bit shy. “I do still need to speak with Slim, though. Pardon me, ma’am — uh, Clem, sorry. I’ll be right back.” Her cheeks were slightly flushed as she made her exit.

Catching up with Slim Green, The Kid spent a moment getting acquainted with the old hand, then asked him about the workings of the ranch. He explained that the ranch proper was a mile or so away. He and the other five hands stayed in a bunkhouse there. Slim assured The Kid that they were all fiercely loyal to the DuMounts.

“Pete DuMount was a mighty fine man,” Slim said. “Treated his men like they was family. When I busted my leg ridin’ a wild horse, he paid for the bonesetter outen his own pocket, even kept my wage comin’ while I was laid up. Damn few ranchers woulda done the same. As for Mrs. Clem… well, she’s as good a woman as I ever knowed. She’d be a catch for just about any man, and a few come sniffin’ around after Pete died. Weren’t interested in none of ‘em, though.”

“Listen, Slim,” The Kid said, “I got reason to think that Arabella could be in real danger. There’s a couple of bad men out there who’d like to see her dead… the same ones as killed her folks.”

Slim shook his head. “So they didn’t get scalped by Indians.” He gouged the ground angrily with the heel of his boot. “I ain’t surprised. Me and the boys all agreed — that story didn’t make no kinda sense.” He stared at The Kid. “Well, then, miss… what can we do to keep that child safe?”

The Kid nodded. “If you and your men could keep an eye out for strangers, that would be a big help. Also, can you spare a man to stand watch at night — maybe sound an alarm if there’s a need to?”

“That I can,” Slim replied. “We got us a big ol’ bell that you can hear right up to the house. Don’t worry, you’ll have your watchman. Anything more?”

“If any of the other womenfolk go to town, it’d be good to send a man along. Best to keep Arabella here, though.”

“Sounds like the smart play. But I gotta ask ya, miss… how long’ll we need to do this for? If we know who the killers are, can’t we put the law on ‘em?”

The Kid’s response was to take out her Texas Rangers badge and display it to the old cowhand. “The law’s already on ‘em, Slim. I just need a few days.”

He nodded, resolve in his eyes. “You got ‘em, miss.”

She extended her hand, and they shook. A good man, she told herself. Gettin’ up in years, but there’s still iron in that grip.

As the Kid and Slim exchanged goodbyes, Susie came dashing up. She said, “Ma told me I was to take you to the washhouse, so’s you could get cleaned up. She’s fixin’ chicken for dinner. Mimi’s gettin’ Arabella settled in and is helpin’ her get freshened up.” Susie took The Kid’s hand in hers and said, “Come with me!”

Now ain’t she the little charmer, The Kid thought. Taking off her hat, she said, “Sounds good. Lead the way, little lady.”

With a delighted giggle, Susie did just that.

On to Chapter Nine!

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