Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Trish stopped at the end of the path that led to the lake and admired the stretch of white sand, devoid of any rocks or plant life. The beach didn’t take up a lot of shoreline, but what there was of it was perfect. It was evident that it had been sculpted and maintained to give the campers an enjoyable experience.

The warm afternoon sun was bright in the cloudless sky and she shaded her eyes with a hand as she scanned the girls playing in the water or lounging on the beach. A waving hand drew her gaze to where Monica, knee-deep in the lake, was trying to get her attention.

Voices behind her distracted Trish for a moment. She turned to see the four Barbies approaching, looking nearly identical, wearing sheer cover-ups over their bikinis, along with flip-flops and sunglasses. They were walking in pairs, Mercedes and Brittany in front, followed by Tiffany and Alexis, and didn’t show any sign of slowing down or even noticing her. The path was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, so Trish stepped out of the way.

“Hi,” Trish said with a little wave as they passed.

Alexis was the only one of the four to even glance in Trish’s direction. She acknowledged the greeting with a quick smile before looking away. Trish watched them go and gave a slow shake of her head. How rude. Shrugging, she pushed it from her mind and strolled across the beach in the direction of her friends.

“Hey there, Trish,” a familiar voice from above stopped her midway.

Shading her eyes again, Trish looked up to where an attractive woman sat perched atop the lifeguard chair, then smiled brightly when she recognized Keesha, who looked damn sexy in her bright red one-piece swimsuit and sunglasses. Trish’s belly tightened, remembering that the last time she had spoken to Keesha, the woman had been naked in the public showers at the pool.

“Hi, Keesha.”

“How have you been? Back for another visit with your stepsister?”

“Yeah, I’m here for a month. And I’m good. You?” Trish moved so the sun was to her back. It made it so much easier to ogle Keesha’s body that way.

“I can’t complain. Been busy with school and work. So, are you and your friends having a good time here? Sorry, the lake doesn’t have any water jets for you to play with.”

Trish blushed as she giggled, knowing Keesha was teasing. “Yeah, we’ve been having fun in other ways.”

“I bet you have,” Keesha replied and took her eyes away from the water just long enough to look down at Trish and waggle her eyebrows. She laughed when Trish’s blush deepened, then turned back to the water and added, “Don’t let me keep you from your friends. Maybe we can get together and catch up later?”

Trish thought about that for a second, wondering if Keesha was suggesting something other than a friendly chat. There had been a noticeable sexual tension in that public shower during her last visit, and Keesha had most certainly propositioned her then.

“Okay,” she said softly, “that could be fun.” Trish smiled and gave Keesha a small wave as she turned away. She dropped her beach towel and flip-flops next to Monica’s, then hurried down to the water. The water was colder than she’d expected, and she gasped when it splashed up her legs. Slowing, she made her way to her friends while allowing herself to get used to the water temperature. The sandy bottom fell away at such a gentle slope that by the time she reached Monica, the water barely reached her boobs.

“Nice of you to join us,” Monica teased.

“Now, Monica, she just had to stop and talk to her girlfriend, ya know,” Gabby said, wagging a finger at Monica.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Trish protested and splashed water at them. She knew they were poking fun because she had gone a little gaga over Keesha the first time they’d met.

“Who’s this girlfriend they’re talking about?” Kat asked, looking questioningly from one girl to the next.

“Keesha, the lifeguard. And she’s not my girlfriend,” Trish replied and shot her stepsister and Gabby an annoyed look.

“She’s pretty hot,” Kat said, looking in the directions of the lifeguard chair. “I don’t know if she would be into girls our age, though.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Monica said. Looking pointedly at Trish, she flashed a knowing grin.

Trish fired back a look that said, don’t you dare.

“Why? What aren’t you saying?” Kat asked, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Nothing. Just saying…” Monica shrugged then fell backward into the water, effectively ending the conversation.

Trish moved into deeper water, stopping when it was up to her neck. Kat followed. Apparently, she wasn’t going to let it go. Trish turned to her. “Can I ask you something?”

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Kat thumbed in Monica’s direction.

Trish shrugged. “Maybe.”

Kat frowned and sighed. “Fine,” she huffed. “What’s your question?”

“That guy, Billy. Did you really…”

“Did I really… what?” Kat asked, dragging out the words.

Trish felt the heat travel up her neck despite the coolness of the lake. She shifted her gaze to the water before she spoke. “Did you… you know, really give him a blowjob?”

Kat snorted a laugh. “Yeah. I told him I would. Why? Do you have a problem with that?”

Trish looked up wide-eyed. “No. No. Not at all,” she sputtered then paused for a beat. “I was just curious about what it was… like. That’s all.”

“To suck a dick?” Kat shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s like sucking a dick, I guess.”

“Gee, that was helpful.” Trish frowned.

Kat squinted at her as she seemed to be contemplating something. “Okay,” she said after a moment. “You’ve sucked on a popsicle, right?”

Trish nodded.

“So, that’s sorta what you do. Mouth around it, moving up and down.” Kat laughed as Trish’s eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Of course, a dick may not be that big and it isn’t cold as ice.”

“I figured that,” Trish chuckled. “What does it feel like, taste like?”

“Depends on the boy, but mostly it’s kinda smooth and warm with a bit of a salty taste.”

“Oh,” Trish said. She thought about it for a moment and wondered if she should ask the question she wanted to. She didn’t want to piss off Kat, but she was curious.

As if Kat was reading her thoughts, she asked the question for her. “You want to know about me and my brother, don’t you?”

Trish felt her face grow warmer and she looked away. “Um, yeah, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s okay,” Kat said. “How much do you know?”

Trish shook her head. “Not much. Monica told me you and your brother have sex sometimes, and that Gabby has been there, too.”

Kat’s smile grew and Trish felt more at ease. It looked like she wasn’t intruding on some forbidden territory.

“It’s true. My brother is two years older than me,” Kat explained. “I was about 7 or so when we started fooling around and stuff. Mostly we just got naked and touched, in the beginning. I was 10 when I walked in on him sucking his friend’s dick. Long story short, they convinced me to join them and that’s when my brother fucked me for the first time. We’ve been getting each other off ever since.” Kat shrugged and gave Trish a happy grin.

“Oh, wow,” Trish said. Her clit throbbed as she pictured Kat having sex with her brother. She shook the idea from her head before she spoke. “So, you like both boys and girls then?”

Kat moved closer to Trish and cupped her ass, squeezing it. “Really, I prefer girls. My brother is the only guy I let fuck me. I’ll give other guys blowjobs if it gets me something I want.”

“Oh, okay.” Trish swallowed, enjoying the sensation of Kat’s hand on her ass. Turned on by the contact and the conversation, she wondered for a moment if she could get away with rubbing one out here in the lake.

“Do you want to try it?” Kat asked.

Trish looked up at her, confused by the question. Was the girl reading her mind again? “What?”

“Do you want to try it? A blowjob, or sex? You said you were curious, so I just thought you might want to try it.”

“Oh! I… I… I don’t know. Maybe. I mean…” Trish stammered, taken aback by the question.

“It’s okay.” Kat chuckled. “I didn’t mean right now. And no pressure. I ask because my brother is at the boys’ camp down the lake. I could call him, and we could meet up at the old boathouse some evening after lights out, and I could teach you everything you want. But only if you want to.”

Trish’s mind raced and her heart pounded. Wow. Did she dare? Did she want to? She was curious about it, that was for sure. But to do it with a boy, that was something else entirely. She would have to give it some serious thought. Maybe talk to Monica about it, too.

“Hey! What are you two doing over there by yourselves?” Monica asked as she and Gabby swam over.

“Oh, nothing,” Kat said. “Trish just wanted to know if I gave Billy a blowjob.”

“Really now?” Monica said, and the three girls laughed.

The heat had just begun to fade from Trish’s cheeks, but now it came back so fast that she thought her head would burst into flame. She let herself sink below the surface of the water to hide her embarrassment from her friends. It didn’t work, though, as she could still hear their laughter from beneath the waves.

***

Monica stretched and yawned, putting her book into the mesh storage bag that was conveniently attached to the bottom of the bunk above her. With their swimming and carrying on in the lake, then lounging in the sun on their beach towels, the afternoon had just flown by. Clouds rolled in close to supper time, threatening rain, and it was decided by the adults that, after supper, board games and cards would be the entertainment for the evening. Gabby had grabbed a deck of Uno and the four friends played for a few hours as the rain fell outside. Snacks and drinks were available, and everyone enjoyed the evening. When the rain let up, Monica and the others headed back to their cabin. Other girls did the same while some chose to remain and continue playing.

“Done reading?” Trish asked from where she lay beside Monica, reading her own book.

“Gotta pee. Join me?”

“Sure.”

Monica swung her legs over the edge and stood, Trish, followed. Kat and Gabby had stripped down to their underwear and were lying side by side in the other bunk, busy with their phones, occasionally commenting to one another in subdued voices. Monica couldn’t help noticing that they each had a hand down the front of their panties, fingers moving slowly under the material as they mindlessly toyed with their pussies. She wondered what they could be watching on their phones. Surely, they weren’t streaming porn. Well, probably not. It looked like they weren’t masturbating outright. Just a little diddling. When Gabby looked up and noticed her looking, she simply smirked. Monica shook her head but winked at her friend.

“Just off to the bathroom,” Monica offered, “back in a bit.”

“Have fun,” Gabby replied.

Once they were outside, Trish linked her arm with Monica’s as they walked. The girl had seemed a little distracted all evening, though. Even now, she was staring off into space.

“Something on your mind?” Monica asked.

A corner of Trish’s mouth pulled up in a weak grin. “Oh, um… I’ve been thinking about an offer Kat made me.”

“Oh? What about?”

Trish slowed their pace and recounted the conversation she’d had with Kat and the offer to arrange a meeting with her brother.

“Okay. And… you’re not sure if you want to or not?” Monica asked softly.

Trish shrugged. “Yeah. I guess.” She paused for a moment to glance around. Not seeing anyone, she continued. “I’m really curious. I mean… I think I am. I kinda want to know what it’s like. To do things with a boy. To try it just once. Ya know?”

Monica noticed that Trish avoided eye contact as she spoke. “I get it,” Monica said, opening the door to the washrooms. “Not my thing, but I’m not gonna judge you for it.”

“No. I know you won’t,” she said with a sigh. “No, that’s not it…”

Monica turned to her stepsister and looked into her eyes. There was something there, she wasn’t sure what. Sadness? “What is it, Trish? It’s okay, you can talk to me.”

“It’s that I want to try all these things. With a boy. With other girls. I’ve done stuff with you and Gabby and Kat. Cindy back home. I may have convinced Daisy to let me have sex with her.” Trish sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “God, I’ve even done it with your mom. Now I want to let a boy screw me. I… I like all this stuff but… I feel like things are not gonna be the same between us as when it was just us two.” She sniffed again, louder, before pulling Monica into an embrace. “I don’t want to lose you, Monica.”

Trish’s voice was soft and fragile, and Monica felt herself welling up. She pushed Trish away just far enough to look into her eyes. “Hey,” she said, “you’re not going to lose me. We’re sisters and I love you, and I even love you in ways sisters don’t.”

“You mean that?”

It was Monica’s turn to sniff. She nodded firmly, then leaned in and kissed Trish. It was slow and tender, like what two lovers would share. They held each other and kissed for a long moment before Monica pulled away.

“Mmm,” she purred with satisfaction before opening her eyes. “I could do that all night, but I really do need to pee.”

Trish snorted. “I guess that’s okay. Go,” she said with a smile, giving Monica a gentle push in the direction of the stalls.

***

Monica had no sooner closed the stall door than Trish heard a toilet flush further down and a door open. She glanced over, then smiled when she recognized the girl who emerged.

Daisy smiled back when she noticed Trish and quickly pulled out her earbuds, letting them dangle around her neck. “Hi, Trish,” she said as she approached. Daisy stopped at the sink next to where Trish was leaning on the counter and washed her hands.

“Hey. What’s up?” Trish asked, letting her eyes quickly roam over the younger girl’s body. Daisy was wearing a pair of baby-blue shorts, a green tank top, and a pair of flip-flops. She looked real good. “Any strange noises coming from the Barbie cabin lately?”

Daisy giggled. “Haven’t heard anything, but… I did see Veronica go inside a little while before I came here.”

Trish pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and handed it to Daisy when she turned off the taps. Their fingers brushed together, and their eyes met briefly before Daisy looked away, a blush creeping on her cheeks.

“Thanks,” Daisy said softly.

“No sweat.” Trish grinned. “I think we should take a little trip to cabin 10 and see if we can see what’s going on.”

Daisy’s eyebrows shot up. “Like peek in the windows and stuff?” she asked, her voice climbing an octave.

Trish nodded. “Yeah, something like that,” she said.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Monica added as she left the stall and headed to a sink.

“Hi, Monica,” Daisy said, giving her a little wave.

“Hi ya,” Monica replied. “So, you say Veronica went in as you were on your way here, huh? About what, 15 minutes ago?”

Daisy looked at her watch and nodded. “Closer to 25, I think. I took a little walk around.”

“Cool. If they are up to some sort of naughty business, they should be well into it by now.”

And with that, the three girls filed out of the bathroom. Sticking to the shadows, they made their way toward cabin 10.

The night air was warm on Trish’s skin and her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation of what they might discover. Except for the occasional giggle or cough from the cabins they passed, their short trek was silent.

When they reached their destination, they moved off the main path onto the grassy space between the cabins. There was only one window on this side of cabin 10, and the light that shone through it from inside was faint. It was unlikely anyone would see the three of them standing there, listening intently for sound from the inside.

“The window is too high. How are we going to see inside?” Daisy whispered.

“Let’s grab a bench from out front,” Monica said.

They made their way to the front where two wooden benches sat, like on all the cabins. Each bench was no more than two meters long and didn’t weigh too much. Trish and Monica each grabbed an end, and they managed to carry it back to the window in silence. Once they were satisfied it was resting firmly in place, they stepped upon it one at a time.

Monica went first. Positioning herself to the left of the window, she slowly leaned her head to the right and peeked inside. The plan had been for her to motion Trish and Daisy up once she was sure they wouldn’t be spotted by occupants of the cabin. But Monica looked so stunned by what she saw that she seemed to forget about the rest of them, patiently waiting for her to signal the all-clear.

Trish nervously watched Monica move her head and take her first peek through the window. She’d half-expected Monica to jump down and call for them to run away. But when her stepsister didn’t make any indication that they had been caught, she began to breathe again. Monica wasn’t gesturing for her and Daisy to join her either, however. She was just staring in the window, not moving at all.

“Monica?” Trish whispered. “Monica!” she tried again, a bit louder, tapping her stepsister’s leg.

Monica turned her head and put a finger to her lips in a shushing motion, then waved Trish and Daisy up. They gingerly climbed on and peered in the window. The bench boosted their height just enough so that if anyone inside were to look out, they would only see the top half of three heads looking in—though Daisy had to stand on the very tip of her toes to do so. Once Trish and Daisy’s eyes adjusted to the light from inside, they, too, were stunned by what they saw.

The four Barbies were kneeling side by side on the floor, each one naked as the day she was born. The first two girls, Alexis and Mercedes, shared a purple dildo. They each had a hand on it, holding it between their faces and licking the shaft as if it were an ice cream cone. Tiffany and Brittany were doing the same with their shiny pink vibrator. Standing in front of them, a few feet away, Veronica operated a video camera, capturing the naughty scene. The woman wore a pair of black panties and nothing else. The young voyeurs outside the window soaked in the view of her full breasts and erect nipples as she skillfully panned the camera from one Barbie to the next.

“Oh my God. What are they doing?” Daisy whispered.

“Looks like they’re making a porno,” Monica replied in disbelief.

“A what?”

“I’ll explain later. Now hush before they hear us,” Trish said.

The trio continued to watch and, after a few moments, Veronica made some sort of hand gesture and the blondes responded by moving to the beds. Alexis and Mercedes to one, Tiffany and Brittany to the other.

“And cut,” Veronica said as she switched off the camera and set it on the big circular table they had pushed aside to accommodate the shoot. “Good job, girls. I can tell you’ve been practicing.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” they said in unison.

The voices were a little muffled through the window, but still loud enough to make out, if Trish listened closely.

“I made everyone stay up late last night, going over our lines, just to please you, Mistress,” Alexis said cheerfully from where she sat at the edge of the bed.

Veronica moved slowly to where Alexis and Mercedes sat. She reached out and gently caressed Alexis’ cheek. “Oh, Alexis, my pet. You’re such a kiss-ass.” She frowned at the girl for a moment then grinned. “Don’t ever change.”

Moving to the center of the room, she stood with her hands on her hips and looked from one bunk to the other. She raised a hand and scratched lazily at her chin in contemplation. “Now then, who shall it be…” Veronica said to no one in particular. All four girls sat up straight, their faces not hiding their excitement. She looked from one girl to the next, occasionally tilting her head as if examining a piece of art.

“You all did so well, it’s hard to decide.” Veronica turned and faced Alexis and Mercedes. “But I think tonight, Mercedes will be my lover. That noise you made when Alexis fingered your ass… such a turn on.”

The other girls moaned in disappointment, and Veronica quickly clapped her hands. “Enough of that.” Her voice was stern. The girls stiffened, and the cabin fell quiet again.

After a long moment, Veronica spoke again. “Good. Alexis, join Brittany and Tiffany and pleasure yourselves while I enjoy Mercedes’ talented tongue.” With that, Veronica sat on the spot that Alexis had just vacated and motioned for Mercedes to take a spot on the floor.

Trish, Monica, and Daisy intently watched the scene that was unfolding in front of them. Trish knew her underwear was soaked, and she could bet that Monica—and maybe even Daisy!—were in the same state. When Mercedes peeled the panties from Veronica’s hips and pushed her legs apart, a jolt of excitement shot out in every direction from Trish’s clit. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could help herself, and she squeezed her thighs together.

Mercedes quickly moved between Veronica’s legs. Though Trish couldn’t see exactly what was happening, she knew the blonde was licking with determination from the bobbing of her head and the expression of ecstasy on Veronica’s face.

On the other bed, Tiffany had her legs splayed wide, while Brittany crouched between them, doing her best to mimic what Mercedes was doing to Veronica. She looked a little distracted by Alexis, behind her, who was ramming the purple dildo into her pussy with energy. Tiffany didn’t seem to mind the divided attention too much, as Alexis had leaned over to make out with her at the same time.

Trish stared at the erotic spectacle. She had to wonder what else had gone on in that cabin over previous summers. These girls were clearly not at their first experimentations.

“You okay there?” Monica asked when Trish twitched from another jolt from her pussy.

“Yeah,” Trish replied, though her breathing was getting a little heavy.

“Good. But I think your friend might be ready for her initiation into Camp Lick-a-clit.” Monica nodded her head in Daisy’s direction.

Trish looked over and saw the 10-year-old staring, unblinking, at the sex acts being played out inside the cabin. Her left hand gripped the windowsill while her right moved feverishly inside her shorts. Trish grinned. She stepped down from the bench and moved behind Daisy. Placing her hands on the girl’s ass, Trish squeezed and fondled the soft globes of flesh for a moment, then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Daisy’s shorts and pulled them down, underwear and all.

Daisy either didn’t notice or didn’t care, continuing to peer inside the cabin. Trish, taking the lack of protest as a good sign, began to explore the girl’s backside with her hand. Trish caressed the smooth skin for a moment then slipped a finger into the crack of her ass and moved downward until she felt the undeniable wetness of Daisy’s vagina.

The sensation of Trish’s touch must have registered and brought Daisy back to the here and now, for her head snapped to the left and she peered down at Trish, her eyes wide in astonishment and her mouth forming an “O”.

Trish thought Daisy might have been about to speak, but any potential words were replaced by a sharp intake of air as she pushed a finger into Daisy’s pussy. The young girl shuddered, and her knees buckled. Trish brought a hand to Daisy’s hip to steady her while she continued to explore the smooth walls of her sex. Never breaking eye contact, Daisy’s expression quickly changed from surprise to desire.

Daisy nodded ever so slightly for Trish to continue. She turned back to the window but didn’t seem too interested in what was going on inside anymore. Placing both hands on the sill for support, she spread her legs as far as the shorts around her ankles would allow her.

Trish wasn’t about to refuse the clear offer. She leaned in eagerly, her tongue quickly finding Daisy’s entrance. A moan pushed its way past the young girl’s lips despite her obvious efforts to remain quiet. Trish hungrily explored Daisy’s sex, delighting in the slightly sweet taste of her arousal.

The position was a little awkward, though, and she couldn’t get at Daisy’s clit. Trish pulled back, then tugged the girl’s shorts back up to her knees. Daisy whined in protest but said nothing more as Trish guided her off the bench and motioned for her to sit. The girl obliged.

“Are you going to…?” Daisy’s voice was shaky.

“Uh-huh,” was all Trish said as she got to her knees and once again pulled the shorts down, this time freeing one foot. Quickly but tenderly, she pushed Daisy’s legs apart and moved in closer, her mouth finding the girl’s clit. There was a sharp moan from above as soon as she began sucking on the small, stiff bud, then she felt a hand come to rest on the back of her head. Soon, Daisy was twitching, thrusting her hips forward while Trish teased her clit, playing around it with her tongue and flicking it.

After a moment, the noises Daisy made grew muffled. Intrigued, Trish glanced up and saw that Monica was now sitting on the bench beside Daisy, kissing her with an open mouth. Maybe it had been a bad idea to do this here in the open. But I was too late now, Trish decided as she continued licking Daisy’s sodden pussy. Bringing her hand back into play, Trish pushed a finger into her partner’s entrance and began to slowly fuck her, giving her time to adjust. Then, curious about how much Daisy could take, she introduced a second finger and gradually pushed both all the way in. Daisy stiffened and gasped. Belatedly, Trish wondered whether she had just broken the girl’s hymen. As wet as she was, it didn’t seem to be a problem, though; Daisy definitely sounded like she was feeling far more pleasure than pain.

As Trish enjoyed the tastes and sensations of eating the younger girl, she saw out of the corner of her eye that her stepsister was joining in, apparently not satisfied with just watching. Monica pushed her shorts and underwear down past her knees, spread her legs, and pushed a finger through her wetness and into her pussy. Daisy watched her fuck herself for a moment, fascinated, then reached over with unusual confidence and placed her hand on Monica’s pussy. A bold move for the normally shy girl, but it seemed like lust had made her quite daring. Quickly finding Monica’s clit, Daisy began rubbing it vigorously, soon pushing the other girl over the edge and into oblivion.

That was quick! Trish thought. She must’ve got real turned on watching the Barbies, or us… or both!

As Monica was in the throes of orgasm, Trish felt the hand on her head grip harder and push downward. Her mouth was mashed against Daisy’s clit and the young girl’s hips bucked twice before her body stiffened. Daisy’s orgasm looked intense. She never made a sound, but remained completely rigid for long moments, then shuddered with what Trish could only guess were powerful aftershocks. Gradually, Daisy relaxed and began to breathe again.

Trish leaned back on her heels when Daisy released her grip. There was enough light from the cabin that she could see the broad smile on the young girl’s face.

“Wow,” Daisy whispered. “I can’t believe that happened. That you just… wow.”

Trish grinned. “Glad you liked it. You’re now an official member of Camp Lick-a-clit.”

Daisy giggled. Trish looked over to Monica, her shorts still at her feet and Daisy’s hand resting between her thighs. Trish raised her eyebrows and Monica shrugged.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Monica said. She pulled up her shorts and Daisy followed her lead.

“So, what now?” Daisy asked.

Before anyone could speak, they heard the cabin door open. “Run!” Monica hissed, steering them toward the back of cabin 9. They rushed through the darkness behind the cabins, stumbling as they went, not stopping until they reached Monica and Trish’s cabin. They rested there in silence, listening intently for the sounds of pursuit or the voices of others. Only the crickets’ song filled the night air.

“Wait here,” Monica said. She pressed herself against the wall and moved to the front of the cabin, sticking her head out for a quick look.

“Coast is clear. Just saw Veronica head the other way, around the admin building. I think her cabin is over there. No one saw us, as far as I can tell,” Monica reported on her return.

Trish and Daisy signed in relief. “Thank goodness,” Daisy said. “I better get back before someone does see us.”

The other two agreed and she turned to go. After a couple of steps, she stopped and faced Trish. “I guess the story of Camp Lick-a-Clit is true after all.”

“I guess so.” Trish chuckled.

“Can we do it again some time? Maybe I can do it to you?” Daisy asked shyly.

Trish smiled. “I’d like that.” She moved to Daisy and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Daisy paused for a moment then headed back to her cabin, a noticeable skip in her step.

Trish watched for a moment and turned to Monica. “Ya know…” Trish said, drawing out the word. “You two got to come, buuuut…”

Monica stepped up close and cupped Trish’s pussy then kissed her deeply for a moment. “How about we go inside, and I’ll take care of that problem for you?”

“I’d like that very much, but you know we’ll be questioned as soon as we walk in,” Trish replied.

Monica slipped her arm around Trish and guided them toward the front door. “You can answer their questions while I lick your pussy.”

“Not sure how well that’ll work, but I’m game!”

They laughed out loud as Monica pulled open the door, heedless of the sound echoing across the campground.

On to Chapter 9!

 

By Amanda Lynn

Morning came too early for Trish. Since school ended, she had become accustomed to sleeping in. Even at Monica’s, they never rose early, usually because they’d been up late making love. This morning, however, she and every other camper were roused from their sleep by the sounds of a… what was that? A bugle? Trish groaned, wishing the noise would go away. It eventually did but was quickly replaced by an overly pleasant voice coming from what sounded like a megaphone. Not much of an improvement.

“Good morning, campers. It is a beautiful day here at camp Witchatic and it’s time for you to get up and get ready for a busy day of fun activities. Breakfast will start at 8 o’clock, so let’s not dawdle.”

“Mornings would be great if they started after lunch,” a voice mumbled in her ear.

Trish laughed and rolled over to face the owner of that voice. Kat still had her eyes closed but was smiling. She gave Kat a soft kiss on the lips and stroked her hair. “I agree,” she said. “But we need to get up.”

Kat moaned. “Do we have to?” she said, burying her face in the pillow.

“Uh-huh,” Trish replied, giving her new friend a playful tickle on the ribs.

Kat yelped and jerked away from the attack, then retaliated, grabbing hold of Trish’s wrists and climbing on top of her. She captured Trish’s mouth and kissed her, her tongue finding easy access. “Last night was great,” Kat said, pushing a hand between them. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

“Don’t think you’re gonna get her all to yourself every night,” Gabby said.

Kat turned to look at her cousin, acting casual while her finger brushed against Trish’s clit under the covers. “And why not?” she said with a saucy grin on her face.

Trish sucked in a breath and pushed back against the finger. She couldn’t help it.

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer.” Kat rubbed a bit harder.

Trish turned her head away from Gabby and Monica, glad she was covered by the sheets. It had taken no time at all for Kat’s fingers to stir her arousal up to its peak and now she was nearing the edge. As that wonderful feeling built, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Well, I haven’t seen Trish since spring break. I want to get…  reacquainted,” Gabby said playfully.

“That’s one way of putting it.” Monica laughed. “You just want my stepsister’s tongue on your pussy as much as Kat wants it on hers.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kat said, pushing harder on the swollen clit. “You’re such a slut.” The three of them laughed, Monica and Gabby were seemingly unaware of the state Kat had Trish in.

“I think we should let Trish decide,” Gabby said. “What do you say, Trish?”

Trish heard the exchange as if from far away, the question not registering in her mind. Even if it had, she probably wouldn’t have been able to answer. The orgasm within her was building quickly and it took all her effort not to scream out. She was panting and gripping the sheets as Kat’s rapid fingers brought her closer and closer to release.

“Trish?” Gabby repeated.

Kat grinned at them. “She can’t answer right now,” she said. “I think she’s about to come.”

And that was exactly what she did. Trish pushed her hips up and groaned, unable to restrain herself as her orgasm took hold. She froze for long moments as pure pleasure coursed through her, then fell back onto the bed, twitching with each aftershock as Kat’s fingers continued to play for a bit longer.

Kat kissed her softly once more before slipping out of bed. Trish turned to face the three grinning girls, her face burning. Kat and Gabby then gathered up their clothes and shower items while Monica moved over to Trish, offering her a hand up.

“That was quite the wake-up call,” Monica said.

“Yeah, it was.” Trish took Monica’s hand and stood. She wobbled for a second, her knees still shaky from her climax. Leaning close, Trish brushed Monica’s ear with her lips and said, “She’s great but I still like your wake-up calls better.” Trish placed a soft kiss on her stepsister’s lips before fetching her shower stuff.

***

The dining hall smelled of breakfast, the scent of bacon and sausage wafting from the kitchen area behind the steam line. Three cooks wearing white aprons moved about the kitchen with purpose as they tended to the morning meal. One of them stood at the grill, cooking up eggs to order. Besides the bacon and sausage, there were beans and hash browns, an assortment of fresh fruits. Bagels and various cereals were also available for those who wanted them. Trish and the girls made their way through the line, choosing their breakfasts before settling at one of the tables.

“I could get used to this,” Gabby said as she squirted ketchup onto her hash browns.

“You and me both,” Kat replied with a chuckle.

Trish and Monica agreed with a nod as they had already shoveled food into their mouths. It seemed their activities from the night before had left them famished. They ate and talked, excited about the day ahead. It was during a discussion about taking peeks at other girls in the shower that Trish noticed something a bit strange.

The Barbies, who were sitting a few tables away from Trish and crew, had been eating and chatting like everyone else until Veronica stopped by their table. The camp counselor had been walking around the room talking to each group of girls as they ate. She’d stopped by Trish’s table a few minutes earlier, saying good morning and asking if they’d slept well in a strange bed, the typical pleasantries. But when it came to the Barbies’ turn, all four girls sat up straight, placed their hands in their laps, and lowered their gaze to the table. It was very odd. Trish nudged Monica with her elbow and nodded in the direction of the blonde girls. They watched, unable to hear what Veronica was saying. After a moment, Alexis looked up and said something. Veronica nodded then walked off, and the Barbies returned to their meal a few moments later.

“What was that all about?” Monica asked.

“What?” Kat asked, craning her neck to follow Monica’s gaze.

“The Barbies acted weird when Veronica stopped at their table. They all sat up straight and bowed their heads like they were praying or being chewed out,” Trish said.

“Huh. I doubt they were praying. None of them really seems like the religious type,” Kat wiped her face with a napkin and dropped it on her empty plate. “If they got themselves into trouble, it won’t be long before we hear something. Rumors tend to travel fast around here.”

Gabby snorted. “That’s for sure. Do you remember last year when those two assistant counselors got caught fucking on the dock in the middle of the night? The entire camp knew before either of them came.” They all broke into laughter.

After clearing away their dishes, they spent their morning playing volleyball on the sand courts behind the dining hall. The girls were broken up into two teams of five, their names being randomly drawn by Veronica.

Trish was disappointed that she wouldn’t be hanging with Monica and company but was soon enjoying herself with her new teammates. One of them, a pretty, younger girl, seemed to be drawn to Trish. Daisy was 10 and lived in the city with her parents and little sister, Trish had learned when the girl introduced herself before their first match had started. They chatted when they could as the morning passed, mostly between matches but sometimes on the court. Daisy was soft-spoken, and some would probably call her shy, but Trish saw a little bit of herself at that age in the girl. Of course, that was before Monica had introduced her to the wonderful world of girls loving girls. Any shyness or inhibitions she may have felt had all but vanished now.

There weren’t enough courts for all the teams to play at the same time, so the play schedule rotated with six teams on and two off. Trish’s team was currently taking a break and rested on logs that served as benches lining the courts.

“Do you think it’s true?” Daisy spoke from her spot beside Trish.

“Do I think what’s true?” Trish asked after screwing the cap back on her water bottle.

“The rumor about the camp. Well, the camp’s nickname.”

Trish raised an eyebrow and studied the girl, naughty thoughts flashing through her mind. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t already undressed Daisy with her eyes while they were on the court. The young girl was very cute with her brown hair bobbing around in its ponytail. She also had a nice bum.

“And which nickname would that be?” Trish asked, playing innocent.

Daisy’s eyes widened. “You don’t know?” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “They call it camp Lick-a-Clit, and say that all the girls will have it happen to them before camp ends.”

A blush crossed Daisy’s face and Trish felt her clit twitch with excitement. “Oh, that.” Trish paused for a beat, wondering if Daisy was simply curious or maybe looking for something. “Yeah, I’ve heard that. It might be fun if it’s true.”

“Really? You think so?” The look Daisy gave her was somewhere between disbelief and hopefulness.

Trish shrugged and took another swallow of her water. “Sure. Don’t you?”

“I guess. I don’t know. I mean…there’s just girls here, so…” Daisy whispered.

“Well, it’s up to you but you won’t regret it if it happens. Believe me.” Trish squeezed Daisy’s knee, enjoying the contact with the smooth skin. She winked at the younger girl then stood as their team was called to the court.

“Wait! What do you mean?” Daisy pleaded as she followed close behind and almost collided with Trish when she came to a stop.

Trish studied the girl for a moment. Maybe Daisy would be open to some experimenting. “Tell ya what. Meet me outside the dining hall after lunch and we’ll go somewhere where we can talk without being overheard. Okay?” When Daisy nodded, Trish turned and they hurried after the rest of the team.

***

Trish took a huge bite of her ham and cheese sandwich and moaned her satisfaction around the mouthful. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she stepped inside the dining hall and was greeted by the mouth-watering smells. Besides her sandwich, Trish had chosen a small plate of raw veggies and a piece of delicious-looking cheesecake.

“Wow! This is actually really good,” Monica said after tasting her chili, then immediately shoveled another spoonful into her mouth.

“Apparently,” Gabby replied with a chuckle.

“Hey,” Kat said. “I heard an interesting rumor.”

Trish and the others quickly forgot about their meal and turned their attention to Kat.

“Oh?” Gabby said. “Do tell.”

“It seems some ‘naughty sounds’ were coming from the Barbies’ cabin after lights out last night,” Kat explained with a grin.

“Well, that explains what we saw at breakfast. They were being chewed out,” Trish said.

Kat shook her head. “Maybe not. I also heard Veronica was seen leaving the cabin sometime later.”

“Oh my God. Does that mean…?” Trish said, looking at each of them in turn.

“Veronica’s banging the Barbies? Wow.” Monica said in a low voice. “Isn’t that rather risky? I mean, she could get caught so easily. We already know about it and it hasn’t even been a day.”

“You would think,” Kat said, “but it’s just a rumor after all.”

“Oh, it’s no rumor. At least, not all of it,” a soft voice said from behind Trish.

Trish jumped and turned to see who had spoken. Daisy was standing near, holding her lunch tray. “May I join you?” she asked Trish directly, which warranted a questioning look from her friends.

“Yeah, sure,” Trish said and motioned to the empty spot beside her. “Guys, this is Daisy. We were on the same team at volleyball. Daisy, this Monica, my stepsister, and our friends Gabby and Kat.”

“Hi,” Daisy said. “I didn’t mean to listen in, but I overheard what you said about Veronica. I’m in cabin 9, right next door the cabin with Alexis and her crew.” She chuckled. “It took me a sec to figure out who ‘the Barbies’ were. Good name for them, though.

“So, you said it’s not a rumor?” Monica asked.

Daisy nodded. “It was just after lights out, one of the girls in my cabin found a cricket near her bed and she didn’t wanna go to sleep until it was gone. Silly, right?” She said with a grin, glancing around the group. “Anyway, I picked it up and took it outside to the grass at the back of the cabin. When I came back, that’s when I saw Veronica going into cabin 10.”

“Did you hear what she said or anything?” Gabby asked.

“No. I really didn’t think anything of it and just went to bed,” Daisy explained. “But I didn’t fall asleep right away, and after a while, maybe like twenty minutes, that’s when the noises started. Some girls were speaking but I couldn’t really hear the words. And then there were moans and other noises. Like something being slapped together.”

No one spoke and Trish looked around at her friends. Were they thinking the same thing she was? Did Veronica spank the Barbies last night? Did she have sex with them? Trish did not doubt that her panties were wet right now. They finished their lunch, their conversation mostly small talk, but images of what must have gone on in cabin 10 last night were probably playing in everyone’s mind.

They filed out of the dining hall and Trish stopped at the bottom of the steps, waiting for Daisy, when Monica passed her.

“You coming?” Monica called over her shoulder as she followed Gabby and Kat back to their cabin.

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Trish replied.

Monica grinned slyly when Daisy stopped beside Trish. “Okay. See you later, then.”

Trish turned to Daisy and took her hand. “Come on,” she said, leading her toward the volleyball courts. As she had expected, the area was deserted when they arrived, and she guided the younger girl to the far end. Trish sat on the log bench and Daisy joined her

“I think you had a question earlier,” Trish said, breaking the silence. It was obvious that Daisy was nervous.

“Um, yeah. You said that I wouldn’t regret it. If I let a girl… you know.” Daisy spoke softly, a blush of pink on her cheeks.

Trish nodded. “Ya, I remember.”

“So, you have, then?”

“Had my pussy licked? Yeah, I have.”

Daisy’s eyes widened and she turned to face Trish. “Really? Here at camp? With who? Was it Veronica?”

Trish chuckled and held up a hand. “Slow down.”

Daisy’s face reddened even more, and she looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Trish said, resting her hand on the younger girl’s leg. “No, it wasn’t Veronica.”

“Oh, okay.” Daisy sounded a bit disappointed. “Do you think it will happen… to me?”

“I’m pretty sure the thing about the camp name is only a story. If you want it to happen, you’re gonna have to make it happen,” Trish replied as she caressed Daisy’s thigh.

“But how?”

“Ask someone you know well, and that you think might be interested. Say, a close friend. Or, if you already know a girl who’s into girls…” Trish paused, hoping Daisy would take the bait.

“I only have one close friend, and I don’t think she’d be into it.” Daisy sat quietly for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought. A revelation must have hit her, because she suddenly sat up straight and looked at Trish with wide eyes. “You’ve had your pussy licked, so you must be into girls, right? And I know you. Well, sort of.”

Daisy spoke excitedly and Trish had to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so,” Trish said, moving a bit closer, her hand climbing higher up Daisy’s leg.

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Daisy? A real kiss. Not like a kiss you would give your grandma.”

Daisy shook her head. Her eyes locked on Trish’s mouth.

“Oh,” Trish said, “I’ll have to do something about that, then.” Trish closed the distance and gently pressed her lips to Daisy’s. The girl sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away. Trish placed a hand on the back of Daisy’s neck and kissed a bit harder, pushing her tongue across the younger girl’s lips. Daisy breathed a soft moan and hesitantly parted her lips. Trish moved in, slowly, not wanting to frighten her. Slipping her tongue inside, she soon found Daisy’s. She decided to let her inexperienced partner take the lead, let her explore what must be a new experience for her.

Daisy pulled back after a minute or so, panting and flushed. “Wow,” she said.

“Yeah? You like that?”

Daisy nodded. “Yeah.” She held a hand to her chest as she tried to calm herself. She looked down at Trish’s hand, perched precariously close to the apex of her thighs. Her eyes widened as if she was just now realizing the hand was there.

“I’m sorry. I got a little carried away,” Trish said, withdrawing her hand.

“It’s okay, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. I mean, I want to, but… not yet. Am I making any sense?”

“I get it. No need to rush into anything. Let me know when you’re ready. That is, if you want me to be the one who, well, you know.” Trish gave her a wink and a smile.

Daisy blushed a bit and giggled. “Can we still hang out, though? Maybe kiss some more?”

“For sure.”

***

“So, what was that all about?” Monica asked as Trish stepped into cabin 7.

The three of them, Monica, Gabby, and Kat, were sitting on the bunks looking rather sexy in their swimsuits. They were all looking at her with eager anticipation, though, as if she had some earth-shattering news to share.

“What was what all about?” She froze in place and looked from one girl to the next.

“You know what. Where did you and Daisy sneak off to?” Gabby asked.

“Yeah, she’s cute. Did you get some?” Kat snorted.

Trish wasn’t completely sure what get some meant, but she had an idea. She put her hands on her hips and glared at them. “It wasn’t like that. She just had some questions, that’s all.”

“Questions about what?” Monica asked.

Trish hesitated. “Well, about the camp nickname.”

“The nickname?” Gabby asked. “Camp Lick-a-Clit?”

“Yeah, she wanted to know if it was true.”

“I see… and did you offer to make it come true for her?” Kat asked, smirking.

“Kinda,” Trish said, feeling the blush climb her cheeks.

“Kinda?” The trio said in unison.

Trish sat on the edge of one of the bunks. She drew a deep breath, then launched into an explanation of everything that had happened with Daisy today, from her initial curiosity during volleyball to the kisses they had just shared—though it was a little embarrassing admitting the latter.

“Wow!” Monica and Gabby said at the same time when Trish was done.

“So, are you going to, if she asks?” Kat asked.

Trish shrugged. “I guess so. I mean, she is really cute.”

“Yeah, she’s going to for sure,” Gabby said and they all laughed.

“We better get going. Swimming starts soon,” Monica said.

Trish still needed to change, and Monica hung back to wait for her as Gabby and Kat headed out the door.

“I’m impressed,” Monica said once they were alone. “A few months ago, you didn’t know the first thing about sex, and now you’re seducing girls.”

Trish knew Monica was teasing her, but she felt a bit guilty. “Is that okay? It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“No, why would it?”

Trish shrugged as she stood naked in front of Monica, her swimsuit in her hand. “I’m not sure. I just don’t want to hurt you or anything, I guess. I mean…”

“It’s okay, Trish. I love you, too.” She pulled Trish into a hug and kissed her, brief but passionate. “I’ll see you in the water.”

Trish let out a sigh and smiled to herself after Monica had left. She didn’t know exactly what she was feeling for her stepsister, but she was now sure that Monica felt the same.

On to Chapter 8!

 

By Amanda Lynn

Gwen had no sooner shifted the car into park at the local community center than Trish and Monica scrambled from the back seat and dashed to the trunk, anxiously waiting for it to pop open. When it did, the girls eagerly grabbed their suitcases.

“Slow down, girls,” Gwen said with a chuckle as she closed the trunk and hurried to catch up to them. “The bus isn’t going to leave without you.”

The girls glanced over their shoulders at her but didn’t slow their pace. This was too exciting. The first day of their adventures at Camp Witchatic. Trish thought that Camp Lick-a-Clit sounded like a much better name if it lived up to the reputation Monica had told her about.

Approaching the bus, they saw several girls milling about, chatting, and carrying on. All of them wore the same black shorts and a yellow tee-shirt with the camp crest, the same as the ones worn by Trish and Monica. The adults, mostly women and likely the mothers of the excited girls, stood off to one side, talking among themselves, probably anxious for the bus to pull away and provide them with a break from the kids.

Trish, Monica, and Gwen were greeted by an older woman carrying a clipboard. She wore the same black shorts, but her yellow top was a polo shirt with the camp crest embroidered on the pocket with STAFF above it.

“Hi, I’m Veronica, one of the camp counselors,” the woman said, holding out her hand to Gwen.

“Hi, Veronica. I’m Gwen and this is Monica and Trish.”

“Hello, girls.” Veronica scanned her clipboard and made marks as she spoke. “Monica, check. Trish, check. You can take your bags around the side of the bus and Greg will load them for you. Feel free to hang out with the other girls until it’s time to board. Gwen, there is coffee and tea over where the other parents are.”

“Thank you, Veronica. I think I will take you up on that offer. Coffee would hit the spot.”

As Gwen headed for the coffee, Trish and Monica handed off their bags to Greg and made their way to where the other girls were congregated. Trish searched the faces as they got near but didn’t have to wait long to find who she was looking for.

“Monica! Trish!” a voice called out as two girls broke from the crowd and hurried toward them. Trish’s smile widened as she instantly recognized Gabby. The newcomer gave each of them a friendly hug as she bounced excitedly on her toes.

Trish couldn’t help but bounce a little herself, getting caught up in the excitement. She turned her attention to the brunette on Gabby’s right—Kat, she assumed—just in time to catch the girl checking her out. Trish grinned as Kat’s cheeks turned red.

Trish liked what she saw. Kat was pretty attractive, a bit taller than Gabby, wearing her brown hair short. Maybe not quite as fit as Gabby or Monica, but definitely cute nonetheless. She had to wonder if Kat found her attractive as well.

“Oh, right. You two haven’t met,” Gabby said. “Kat, this is Trish, Monica’s stepsister. Trish, my cousin Kat.”

Kat stepped a bit closer and smiled. “Hi. Gabby’s told me a lot about you.”

“Oh?” Trish shot Gabby a questioning look.

“Nothing bad.” Kat laughed. “But I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Trish swallowed and wondered exactly what that meant. Had Gabby told her about the sex they’d had? Maybe Kat was looking to join in on some of their fun. “I guess that’s fair. Monica’s told me about you, too.”

Kat grinned. “Then this is going to be a fun-filled summer camp, I think.” Kat touched Trish’s forearm, sending a shiver of excitement through her. Yes, it would be—and Trish couldn’t wait for it to get started.

Trish and Kat chatted, getting to know one another better, while Monica and Gabby caught up with the goings-on since the last time they spoke. During the conversation, Trish noticed four girls standing together away from the rest of them. It wasn’t that peculiar, but the four were taller than most and each one had long bleach blonde hair. They wore the same camp tee-shirt and shorts that showed off their tanned arms and legs.

“Who are they?” Trish nodded toward the blondes.

Kat followed Trish’s gaze and snorted. “You mean the Barbie Bunch?”

“The what?”

“The Barbie Bunch. ‘Cause they look like Barbie dolls, right? Got the combined IQ of one, too.” Kat brought her attention back to Trish. “The one with her back to us is Alexis. She’s the ringleader. The other three, from left to right, are Tiffany, Mercedes, and Brittany.” Kat spoke the names with a hint of disdain. “They all have wealthy parents and they know it. Bunch of stuck-up bitches if you ask me.”

Trish hadn’t taken her eyes from the four as Kat talked but turned to face her when a question came to mind. “If they’re so rich, why would they be coming to this camp? Isn’t there a rich kids’ camp somewhere?”

Kat laughed. “Beats the hell outta me. Maybe their parents just wanted to get away from them for a while, so they unloaded them on us poor folk.” Kat paused for a moment, glancing back at the Barbies. “Luckily, this will be their last summer at this camp. All of them will turn 15 before next summer and will have aged out of this place.”

“I guess I’ll keep my distance from them, then,” Trish said. It was true that she wouldn’t go out of her way to interact with the Barbies, but she decided to reserve judgment until she at least got to know them a little more.

“Wise choice.”

“Campers, can I have your attention, please?” Veronica’s voice boomed above the chatter of the kids and parents alike. When the voices quieted, Veronica spoke again. “We are ready to depart now. Please say your goodbyes to your parents and board the bus in an orderly fashion.”

The gaggle of girls dispersed quickly. Trish and Monica found Gwen and the three embraced. Gwen kissed each girl on the cheek and whispered. “You two have a good time at Camp Lick-a-Clit.”

Both girls laughed. “How do you know that name?” Monica asked.

Gwen chuckled. “I’ve heard it before and I know about the myth, girls. You’ll have to let me know if it’s true.” She winked and guided them toward the bus. “Now go have a blast and I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Okay, Mom. We will. Love you,” Monica called as she and Trish dashed for the bus.

The line at the bus door was short but it moved far too slowly for Trish’s liking. She hoped that she would be able to sit with Monica, or at least Gabby or Kat, and not a stranger. As they boarded the bus, the noise of thirty-plus girls laughing, yelling, and carrying on was deafening. Moving down the aisle, she caught sight of Gabby in a seat by herself near the back and Kat alone in the seat directly behind Gabby. Gabby scooted back to sit with Kat, allowing Trish and Monica to sit together when they got near.

“Window or aisle?” Monica asked, stopping at their row.

Trish smiled, happy to have the choice, and quickly slipped into the seat without a word. She had always believed a window seat was a far better option than sitting at the aisle, where all you get to see are heads.

“Guess that answers that.” Monica chuckled as she sat.

A few minutes later, Greg and Veronica boarded the bus. Greg climbed behind the wheel and closed the door while Veronica stood at the first row of seats and called for quiet. The noise quickly subsided, and Veronica went over the rules to be followed while the bus was in motion, such as remaining in the seats and keeping the noise down to not distract the driver.

“One last thing,” Veronica said, gripping the back of the seat in front of her as the bus pulled away. “When we arrive at Camp Witchatic, you will directly head to the dining hall for your cabin assignments. After which, you will get your bags, put them in your cabin then return to the dining hall for a meet and greet with the rest of the camp staff. Any questions?”

No one responded and Veronica nodded. “Okay. Then sit back and enjoy the trip,” she said and sat in her seat.

Trish and Monica turned in their seats, chatting the trip away with Gabby and Kat. Trish was surprised at how quickly time had flown by when she glanced out the window as the bus made a turn and saw the big Camp Witchatic sign at the entrance. A few moments later, the bus came to a stop and Veronica stood.

“Okay, girls. The dining hall is the big building to your left as you get off the bus. Please make your way there,” she said before stepping out.

As she got off the bus, Trish noticed ten identical log cabins that sat in a semi-circle around a large fire pit surrounded by benches crafted from large logs that had been halved. Monica and Gabby were next to step off the bus and join her. Trish was turning to go to the dining hall when Kat joined them. Someone seemed to catch the girl’s attention and she pulled them aside.

“Hang on, guys. Come with me,” Kat said and headed off in the other direction.

Not understanding, Trish looked from Monica to Gabby. Both girls seemed confused as well but followed Kat, who was already a few meters ahead. An older boy wearing a similar camp outfit as the girls, just in a different color, was carrying a clipboard and walking in their direction. Kat stopped in front of him and pointed at the clipboard, asking something that Trish couldn’t quite make out.

“Who’s that?” Trish asked.

“That’s Billy Green. His mom is the camp director,” Gabby said.

“I thought this camp was all girls,” Trish said, eyeing the boy.

“It is. He’s like 15 or 16 and works at the boys’ camp farther down the lake. They already had their orientation day, so his mom makes him help her out here during ours.”

“Oh, okay,” Trish said as they caught up to Kat.

“Come on, Billy. You can tell us now,” Kat pleaded.

“You can wait the five minutes for me to get to the dining hall.” Billy gave her a stern look and tried to move past.

Kat stepped left to block him. “Please.” She pushed out her bottom lip and pouted.

Billy exhaled loudly. “Fine.” He scanned the clipboard. “Kat, you and Gabby are in cabin 7.”

“With Monica and Trish. Right?”

Billy looked back at the paper and shook his head. “No. You two are with Sylvia and Casey.”

Trish felt her stomach sink. She had figured the four of them would be bunking together in the same cabin. That way they would be able to stay up and chat—and do other things—after lights out.

“That’s no good, Billy.” Kat stepped closer to the boy. “The four of us need to be in the same cabin.”

“The bunks have been assigned. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about it.” He didn’t sound sorry in the least.

“What if I agree to do that thing you like?” Kat said in a low voice as she reached out and cupped the boy’s crotch and massaged it slowly.

Trish’s eyes went wide, and she saw Billy visibly swallow as his skin flushed red. Kat continued to stroke until Billy found his voice again.

“You… you promise?” he croaked. When Kat nodded, he pulled the pencil from the clipboard and quickly made some edits on the page. “Okay. You, Gabby, Monica, and Trish are in cabin 7.”

“Good,” Kat said. “Find me behind the girls’ shower after the meet and greet.” Kat stepped back after one more stroke of the very noticeable bulge in Billy’s shorts.

Aware of his arousal, Billy’s blush deepened, and he covered himself with the clipboard before rushing off toward the dining hall. The girls laughed as they made their way in the same direction.

The dining hall looked exactly as Trish had expected it would. It was a large room with rows of tables and bench seating. At the far end of the hall was the serving line with its racks of plastic trays and containers for utensils. It reminded her of the cafeteria at her school back home. They sat at the first empty table and waited as Billy, who seemed to have gotten his boner under control, read off the room assignments. As he read out the names for cabin 7, he happened to glance at the table where Kat sat, which much to his dismay, triggered the bulge in his shorts to reappear. The girls who were sitting nearest him got an eyeful and broke into fits of giggles.

After retrieving their bags, Trish and Monica walked side by side along the gravel pathway, with Kat and Gabby a few paces ahead. Trish touched Monica’s arm to slow her and put some more space between them and the other girls.

“What did Kat mean when she told Billy she would do that thing he liked if he put us in the same cabin?” Trish asked.

Monica looked at her and smiled. “She’s going to blow him.”

“Oh,” she said. Then as the wheels inside her brain turned, the light bulb came on. “Oh!” She was louder than she intended and slapped a hand over her mouth when Gabby and Kat gave her a questioning glance over their shoulders. Trish felt the heat climb her face.

“She’d really do that?” Trish whispered.

“Yeah.” Monica shrugged like it was no big thing. “Kat likes both boys and girls, and from what Gabby has told me, she’s done that with a few guys to get what she wants.”

“Wow.” She found herself watching Kat as they continued along. Trish had so many questions bouncing around in her head. She wondered if Kat would answer them if she asked.

Cabin 7, like all the others, was an A-frame design with the exterior walls made of logs. Stepping in revealed a surprisingly spacious interior. The space was well lit with a good-sized window on each wall except for the one with the door. There was a bunk bed against the wall on the right and another on the opposite side. At the head and foot of each bunk sat a chest of drawers, one for each girl. Four small writing desks and a larger round table with four chairs filled the rest of the space. Though the cabin looked cozy and inviting, the feature that caught Trish’s eye was the bottom bunks. They were large enough that two people could easily sleep, or do other things, in them.

“I bet those top bunks won’t see much use,” Kat said, apparently reading Trish’s thoughts.

“You’re such a perv,” Gabby teased. They all laughed and claimed a chest of drawers, dropping their suitcases nearby before heading back to the dining hall.

Trish and crew took a spot at one of the tables as soon as they arrived. Some girls were already there while the rest filtered in a short time later. An older woman called for their attention once everyone was seated.

“Hello, girls, I am Kate Green, the camp director. I, along with our counselors,” she motioned to the four younger women standing off to the side, “want to welcome you to Camp Witchatic.” Kate smiled brightly as the girls cheered. “First off,” she continued, “let me introduce you to your counselors.”

All eyes turned to the other four women. Trish’s smile widened when she noticed a familiar face that she hadn’t seen since her last visit during spring break. The last time she had seen her, the young woman had been completely naked in the showers at the public pool. Trish’s heart skipped when the dark-skinned beauty caught her looking and gave her a smile and a wink.

“This is Veronica,” Kate said as the first counselor took a spot beside her and waved. “You know this already as you met her on the bus ride here. What you may not know is that she is my right-hand woman, and she is the camp nurse. Any cuts, scrapes, bumps, or bruises…come see her. Veronica will also be overseeing the daily activities and making sure everybody is where they need to be.”

Kate continued by introducing Kim and Rita, two 18-year-old students who would be helping Veronica with all the tasks of keeping the campers busy and entertained. “And lastly we have Keesha. She is our lifeguard and she will be leading the water-related activities.” Keesha waved and Trish squeezed her thighs together, wondering if she would get to see Keesha naked again. After all, the last time they’d met at the pool, the hot lifeguard had dropped a not-so-subtle hint that she’d be open to the idea.

After Veronica and Keesha each said a few words, Kate finished with a list of camp rules. They were common sense things mostly and not that restrictive. A tour of the camp and all its amenities was next, followed by a few ice-breaking activities for the girls to get to know one another that lasted until supper. Trish wasn’t surprised when Kat snuck off at the beginning of the tour only to join them again fifteen minutes later. The rest of the evening was theirs until sundown when a big campfire was planned. There would be wieners and marshmallows to roast, and all the fixings to make S’mores. Trish couldn’t wait.

***

“That was fun,” Gabby said as she plopped down on one of the bottom bunks. Kat flopped down beside her as Trish and Monica sat on the opposite bunk. Trish watched the other girls with anxious anticipation, wondering if the evening was going to end now, or…

Then Kat spoke and Trish knew they were on the same page. “Yeah, it was. But I think we need to burn off some of that chocolate we ate.” She looked at each of them with a mischievous grin.

“Oh? And how do you suggest we do that?” Monica asked.

“Well, I was thinking we should all get better acquainted. Or reacquainted.”

“Was there someone in particular that you wanted to get acquainted with?” Monica used air quotes around “acquainted.”

“The new girl,” Kat said matter-of-factly, looking directly at Trish.

Trish’s eyebrows shot up. “Me?” She pointed at herself.

Kat nodded. “Uh-huh. I know Gabby and Monica, but not you. So, you’re the new girl,” she explained as she moved across the space and switched spots with Monica. Sitting, Kat rested a hand on Trish’s knee.

“Well, I know Monica and Gabby, too. So, maybe that makes you the new girl,” Trish countered.

Kat considered this for a moment as she let her hand caress Trish’s leg. “You have a point, I guess.” She turned slightly to face Trish. “But I live here and see them regularly, so I win by default.”

Before Trish could respond, Kat leaned in and kissed her. Trish’s eyes widened but she didn’t resist. This was kind of what she’d hoped would happen tonight, after all. Kat’s lips were soft, and the kiss was slow and gentle. Her hands moved on instinct; one moving to Kat’s hip, the other to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, inviting Kat to explore her mouth if she wished. The girl took her up on that offer, wrapping her arms around Trish and pulling her close for a deeper kiss. Trish moaned against her mouth and felt the wetness already pooling between her legs. When Kat pulled back, she whimpered, yearning for more.

“I guess that settles that, then,” Gabby said.

“Yup. It’s you and me tonight,” Monica replied. She put an arm around Gabby’s waist. “Not that I’m complaining.”

A knock at the door interrupted them. Each pair put a bit of space between them before the door opened. Counselor Kim stepped inside giving them a friendly smile. “Hi, girls,” she said, then placed a sheet of paper on a clipboard that was hanging on the wall by the door. “Here is your schedule for tomorrow. A new one will be posted each day around supper time from now on.”

“Cool,” Monica said, taking the clipboard from its hook to read the schedule.

“Okay, girls. Lights out in ten minutes. Have a good night,” Kim said as she left.

Monica turned on the reading lights that were attached to the underside of the top bunks then turned off the main light while Trish hung the clipboard back on its hook. The reading lights bathed the lower bunks and floor between them in a soft warm glow that was reminiscent of candlelight.

“Mmm, this is cozy,” Kat cooed, taking Trish by the hand and leading her back to the bunk.

Trish followed without question, her stomach flip-flopping as nervous excitement coursed through her. She knew what was going to happen, and even though she’d only met Kat this morning, the girl didn’t feel like a stranger. With what Monica and Gabby had told her and from her conversations with Kat during the day, she knew enough. But there was something else about Kat that piqued her curiosity. Kat had greater knowledge of sex. She’d been with a boy and, if Trish was being honest with herself, she found that intriguing.

Before they even had a chance to sit down, Kat had her arms wrapped around Trish’s waist. She didn’t waste any time slipping her hands under Trish’s shirt, caressing her back. The sensation of warm hands on her bare skin felt good but not quite as good as the soft lips that pressed against hers. Trish mirrored Kat’s movements, delighting in the warm skin under her fingers. Their tongues danced and the rest of the world faded away. Even her interest in what Monica and Gabby were doing on the other bed a couple of meters away was soon forgotten. As the kiss grew more urgent, so did the need building between Trish’s legs. She wanted—no, needed—to get Kat out of her clothes and onto the bed. Tugging up on Kat’s shirt was the signal for the other girl to do the same with hers. Both of them began pulling off the other’s clothing as fast as they could until they stood completely naked beside the bed.

The dim lights broke the shadows of the room and played across their bodies. Trish took a moment to take in Kat’s exposed flesh, from the roundness of her breasts to the patch of brown hair above her pussy. She absently licked her lips as she devoured Kat with her eyes, thrilled at knowing that Kat was doing the same.

A moan from the left drew Trish’s attention to the other bunk, where Monica was lying partially on Gabby, a finger in the blonde’s pussy and her mouth on a nipple. Trish felt her arousal flow at the sight.

A hand on her breast brought her attention firmly back to her own partner. Her boobs were tiny compared to Kat’s, but the girl didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, Kat looked just as turned on. Her hungry mouth caught Trish’s and they kissed passionately as they tumbled onto the bed.

Trish felt Kat’s knee pushing between her legs, and she spread them to let her in. A bolt of pleasure tore through her as her clit pressed against her partner’s thigh. Kat’s mouth replaced the hand on her breast and Trish’s heart rate went into overdrive. She arched her back and rolled her hips as Kat slipped a hand between the two of them to find Trish’s throbbing clit. Kat rolled it between two fingers for a second, then slid down to dip inside Trish’s pussy and draw wetness back up.

“Oh god, Kat.”

“Mmm, you like that?” Kat asked as she took the other nipple into her mouth. Kat’s fingers moved from her clit to her entrance and back again, never staying in one place long.

The familiar pressure low in her abdomen grew and Trish knew she would orgasm soon. She clutched the blankets tight and thrust her hips upward, looking for the right contact to send her over the edge. Kat seemed to have sensed her need and increased the pressure on Trish’s clit at just the right time. A second later, the orgasm washed over her. Trish gasped and shuddered with each jolt of pleasure, arching her back. And then, she had no sooner settled back onto the bed than the wonderful fingers that had brought her to climax were replaced with a soft kiss and a gentle lick.

“Kat! What are you–?” Trish’s words failed as Kat sucked her overly sensitive clit into her mouth. Lights flashed behind her eyes and she bucked against the exquisite agony that was rocking her world. It only took seconds before an even more powerful orgasm shook her, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout her body, seemingly without end. She thought she might have passed out for a moment, because when she finally opened her eyes, Kat was lying beside her, placing little kisses on her lips.

“Holy crap,” Trish said, her voice low and shaky.

“You like?” Kat chuckled.

“Oh yeah.” Trish gave her a quick kiss then rolled Kat onto her back and straddled her hips. “My turn now.” She gave Kat a mischievous grin and cupped her breasts.

Kat closed her eyes and breathed a soft moan. Trish massaged the soft mounds of flesh beneath her hands, tracing circles around the stiff peaks of her nipples with her thumbs. As she played, she was aware of Kat’s hips gently rocking beneath her, demanding more. Pinching the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she twisted them, making her partner gasp.

“Fuck, yeah.” Kat pushed her chest out and groaned.

As she continued to tease the girl’s sexy tits, Trish was becoming more and more aroused by Kat’s pussy grinding against her, even though it was nowhere near her clit. She had to move and return the favor to Kat before she got lost in her own pleasure again. That would only be fair, after all. Trish slid down Kat’s body and pushed her legs apart. The pussy before her was swollen and pink and its wetness glistened whenever it caught the subdued lighting. Trish licked her lips. Not wanting to wait any longer, she flattened herself on the bed, and with a slow and deliberate stroke, ran her tongue the entire length of the girl’s sex, savoring the tangy taste and intoxicating scent of her juices.

Kat jerked, letting out a loud gasp. She tangled her fingers in Trish’s hair and held on. Trish didn’t need guidance; she knew exactly what to do. At the top of that first stroke, she swirled her tongue around the stiff clit, playing with it, tormenting Kat who writhed under her. Trish winced when Kat pulled her hair a little but didn’t complain. She continued, flicking her prize with her tongue for a few more moments before sucking it into her mouth. Kat whimpered then gasped again when Trish pushed two fingers deep inside her very wet core. Trish smiled against the quivering pussy, pleased that she had made this girl, who was more experienced than her by a long shot, so damn wet.

Trish started slowly at first, pumping her fingers into the soaked pussy. But as Kat grunted and rolled her hips, pushing her pelvis skyward, Trish increased the tempo to meet what Kat seemed to need. As her fingers pistoned in and out, she licked and sucked on lips and clit, driving Kat to the edge. It only took a moment or two longer until Kat stiffened, and a strangled cry escaped her lips. Trish stayed with her, gently licking and slowing her hand movements until Kat finally relaxed and pushed her away, unable to take any more.

“Holy fucking God, girl!” Kat said between breaths as she pulled Trish up to her. “Where did you learn to eat a cunt like that?”

Trish couldn’t help but blush at the language, glad that the dim light hid the fact. She shrugged and looked over to where Monica and Gabby were snuggled together, watching them with big shit-eating grins on their faces. “Those two,” Trish said. Her blush deepened, knowing that the two girls had been watching them fuck, but she was also proud that Kat thought she had done so well.

Kat and Trish crawled under the covers and cuddled while Monica and Gabby did the same in their bunk. The four of them talked quietly for a while longer about the fun days ahead, doing camp stuff together… and the nights as well, doing other things together that would be even more fun.

On to Chapter 7!

By Amanda Lynn

Trish and Monica sat at a small table in the food court, enjoying fries and a Coke. Jason was starting his night shifts that evening and wanted to get some sleep beforehand. The girls had decided that a few hours of window shopping along with a movie and a late lunch at the mall was a perfect way to kill the afternoon.

“So, you and Cindy, eh?” Monica asked, popping a fry into her mouth. They had been too tired from their lovemaking to talk the night before, quickly falling asleep afterward. Waking up late in the morning, Gwen had shooed them out of the house after they had eaten breakfast.

Trish nodded with a smile. “Uh-huh,” she replied while sipping on her Coke.

“Uh-huh? Is that all I get?” Monica narrowed her eyes, glaring at Trish as she plucked another fry from the container. “Give me more. What does she look like? Where were you? Who made the first move? I want juicy details, not ‘uh-huh.’ ”

Trish laughed. “Okay, okay.” She took another fry and ate it. “Well, she’s our age. About the same height. Red curly hair and freckles. Very cute.”

“Boobs?”

“Really?” Trish gave her stepsister an exasperated look.

“Yes, really! Does she have boobs?”

Trish glanced around nervously. “Not so loud.”

“Well, does she?” Monica stage-whispered.

“Yes! A bit bigger than mine.”

Monica grinned and sat back, taking a sip from her drink. “Nice. So, how did it happen? You jump her bones at school or something?” Monica giggled as Trish felt heat rising on her face.

“No,” she replied in a huff, then leaned forward and whispered. “The night of my birthday, we were sort of watching girls masturbate online.”

Monica’s brows shot up. “Porn?”

Trish covered her face then shushed Monica, glancing around again. “Will you lower your voice! And no, it wasn’t porn. It was a live chat thingy. View-Me, I think it was called.”

She blinked at Trish for several moments before she spoke. “Okay… then what?”

“We watched for a bit, and I asked her if she… you know… masturbated,” Trish said. “She said yes, and I said I did, too. Then we made our own chat room and did some stuff that people wanted to see.”

Coke shot from Monica’s nose as she snorted. “What?!” She coughed and grabbed some napkins from the dispenser. She wiped her face and quickly cleaned up the mess, all the while staring at Trish in disbelief. “You had sex online for the world to see? Holy crap.”

“We didn’t really have sex. We kissed and played with ourselves, then played with each other. The viewers wanted us to have sex… and we did, but we turned off the laptop first.” Trish stopped to study Monica’s expression. “Are you… mad at me?” Her voice came out in a whisper.

“No. I’m not mad. I’m surprised that you’d do that, though.” She stuffed another fry into her mouth as she glanced around. “You didn’t give out any personal information, right?”

Trish swallowed and shook her head. “No, none at all.”

“Good, ‘cause that shit is dangerous. There’s a lot of sickos out there, or worse, the cops could find out.”

Monica sat back, and Trish watched a smile climb her face. “So, you and Cindy fucked, eh?”

A grin crossed Trish’s face. “Oh yeah. And it was great!”

“Is that right? I’m just gonna have to meet this Cindy and find out for myself.” Monica winked, and they both laughed.

“That sounds like fun, but only if I can join in,” Trish said with a giggle as they stood and threw their trash in the garbage bin. “I wonder if my dad and Gwen would let you fly back to Toronto with me? I’m sure my mom would be fine with it.”

Monica pushed open the glass door, and they stepped out into the warmth of the July afternoon. “That would be so cool.”

“Speaking of my mom. I need to tell you something…” Trish paused, looking down at her feet as they walked. She had wanted to talk to Monica about what had happened between her and her mom a couple of days ago, but now she found herself hesitating. They crossed the parking lot, and Monica laced her fingers with Trish’s as they stepped onto the sidewalk.

“What about?” Monica asked.

Trish looked down at their hands then up to Monica’s smiling face. She felt her unease melt away, but she had to look away to speak. “I think my mom wants to have sex with Cindy… No, I know she does. And I think she might want to with me, too.” She continued to stare straight ahead, waiting for Monica’s response. Monica didn’t respond, though, and Trish forced herself to look over. God, had she made a mistake telling her this?

They reached their bus stop and sat on the bench. They were still holding hands, that was a good thing, wasn’t it? Finally, Monica turned to her. “Well, that was a bombshell.” A gentle smile on her face. “Why do you think your mom wants to have sex with you two?”

Her eyes darted over Monica’s face. There was no judgment there. No disgust. No anger. Just compassion and… understanding, maybe?

Trish took a breath then spoke. “It started the morning after my birthday. Mom was outside in the flower garden and overheard Cindy and me having sex…” She continued with the story, not stopping until she had explained everything that had happened up to the morning Trish had left for the airport.

“Wow!” Monica said when Trish finished. “That’s wild.”

Trish grinned. “Yeah. It is. But I don’t know what to think about it. I mean… it felt great when she touched me and stuff, but it was also… I don’t know.” She looked down at her feet and kicked at a pebble.

Monica brought Trish’s hand to her mouth and kissed it. “I wouldn’t get too hung up on it. I mean, you enjoyed it. Right? It didn’t freak you out and make you want to run to the cops or anything?”

“No! I mean, yes, I liked it, but no, it didn’t freak me out. Not like that, anyway.”

“Well, I bet your mom freaked a bit, too. But I would also bet that when you go home again, everything will be back to the way it was. Your mom will have had time to think and stuff. You know?”

Trish looked up at her stepsister. “Do you think so?”

“Yup,” Monica said and stood as the bus pulled to a stop in front of them. They climbed on board and Monica flashed her bus pass and dropped some coins in the box for Trish. Quickly finding a seat near the back, away from other passengers, they settled in for the ride home.

Trish looked out the window, thinking about what Monica had said. Would her mother act like nothing had happened in Trish’s room that morning? Would she simply dismiss it? But what if she didn’t? The thought excited her and scared her at the same time.

“Monica, what if Mom doesn’t want to forget it? What if she wants to go further?”

“Would it be a terrible thing if she did? I mean, you wanted her to touch you that morning to make you come.”

“No. I guess it wouldn’t be terrible at all.” Trish turned back to the window with thoughts of having sex with her mother swirling in her mind. She was glad she would have a few weeks to let the idea stew before she went home. A smile crossed her face, remembering the upcoming trip to camp. That would distract her from thoughts of her mother’s hands roaming her body, of her tongue licking her… Stop thinking about it, Trish.

Trish looked over at Monica. “I’m looking forward to going to camp. I bet it will be a blast.”

Monica nodded. “Yeah, it usually is. There’s lots to do, like swimming, canoeing, nature hikes, bonfires in the evening. Indoor stuff too, if we have rain.” Monica gave her a sly grin then. “Always lots to do at Camp Lick-a-Clit.”

Trish snorted. “Really? That’s not its name, is it?”

“No. It’s Camp Witchatic.” Monica laughed. “That’s just a name that stuck because of the myth.”

“What myth?” Trish asked, sitting up straight, her attention fixed on Monica.

“Well, the myth goes that by the time camp is over, every girl will have had their clit licked at least once. Even the ugly girls.”

She stared at Monica for a moment then broke into laughter. The two of them howled for several moments, drawing frowns from a few of the nearby passengers. Trish wiped at the tear rolling down her cheek from laughing so hard as Monica reached up and pulled on the wire, signaling the driver to let them off at the next stop.

“You said Gabby and her cousin would be at camp, too. What was her name?” Trish asked as they turned up their driveway.

“Katrina, but she goes by Kat.”

“And she’s the one that has sex with her brother?”

“She’s the one,” Monica replied and glanced over at her. “She could probably hook you up with him if you’re interested.”

She swatted Monica’s arm. “No way!” she protested. Trish knew that Monica was teasing her, and she wasn’t interested in boys. But still… there was an oh-so-tiny thread of curiosity in the back of her mind that wanted to be pulled.

***

“We’re home,” Monica called out as she pushed open the front door. They kicked off their shoes and, hearing the sounds of pots and pans, Monica skipped off to the kitchen. She hid a grin when Trish said she had to go to the bathroom, as it would give her a moment to talk to her mother alone.

“Hi, sweetheart. Where’s Trish?” Gwen asked from the counter where she was cutting carrots.

“Bathroom. Is Jason up?” Monica asked, drawing closer to her mother.

“Getting dressed for work. Why?”

“Good. I need to tell you something.” Monica paused, looking toward the stairs. “It’s about Trish’s mom.”

***

Trish hugged her dad at the door as he left for work, then headed down to the family room where Monica would be waiting. Gwen had chosen to relax in the living room with a book and a glass of wine. Trish found Monica sprawled out on the sectional with her eyes closed. She let her own eyes wander over her stepsister’s body, noting the open button of her pants, and the fingertips pushed under the waistband. Trish studied the hand as well as the slender ribbon of exposed skin running along her stomach, where the tee-shirt had ridden up. A naughty grin crossed Trish’s face as she imagined that Monica’s fingers were heading a little farther south.

“I think I ate too much,” Monica groaned, “and get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Moi?” she replied in mock surprise, pointing to herself.

“Oui, toi!” Monica snorted. “I swear, you’ve become quite the little horn-muffin.”

Trish plopped down on the other end of the sofa and stretched out, letting her legs tangle with her stepsister’s. She sighed contently and, following Monica’s example, undid the button of her pants. The meal of roast chicken with mashed veggies and gravy had been scrumptious, and Trish couldn’t help but have seconds. But like Monica, she may have had too much.

They lay there in silence and Trish thought she might drift off to sleep when the movement of Monica’s foot drew her from the fog. It was moving back and forth against Trish’s inner thigh. A gentle touch that instantly stirred a pleasant warmth between her legs. She spread her legs just a bit, hoping to entice Monica a little closer. The foot moved and pressed against her center, causing a moan to escape before she could stop it.

“Horn-muffin,” Monica teased.

“Am not,” Trish protested half-heartedly.

Monica moved her foot again, pressing harder. Trish whimpered as a bolt of pleasure shot through her.

“I bet you’re wet too.”

“Very possible,” Trish grunted. The pressure on her clit was making her feel all sorts of wonderful and she didn’t want it to stop.

“Monica,” Gwen called from the top of the stairs.

The girls stilled, and Trish cursed to herself. No! Not now!

“Yeah?” Monica responded.

“Mrs. Thomas is on the phone. She has a bit of an emergency at work and wants to know if you can sit for a couple of hours.”

Monica gave Trish an apologetic smile before untangling herself. “Sure, Mom. I can be over there in 10 minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll let her know,” Gwen said.

Moments later, they were upstairs, and Trish slipped on her sneakers, assuming she would tag along with Monica. When Gwen saw this, she gave Monica a glance that Trish found strange.

“Is something wrong?” Trish asked Monica. Then Monica glanced at Gwen and back.

“Um… Trish, it might be best if you stayed here,” Gwen said.

“But I thought I could go with Monica,” she replied, the disappointment evident in her voice.

“I know, sweetie. But Mrs. Thomas can be a bit weird sometimes. She gets upset if her babysitters have friends over when they are sitting for her,” Gwen said.

“Oh, okay.” It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed, but she understood, even if it was silly.

“Great. Besides, Monica won’t be gone that long, and it’ll give you and me a chance to chat.”

Once Monica had left, Trish followed Gwen into the living room and sat. Gwen sat, too, but not in her armchair or at the other end of the sofa. Instead, she sat right beside Trish. So close, their legs nearly touched. What was Gwen up to? She turned and flashed a sweet smile as she put a hand on Trish’s knee.

Immediately, a tingle of excitement ran up Trish’s spine, her heart began to pound, and she wondered how innocent that touch really was. Remembering what had happened during spring break and what had happened in her room with her mother, she hoped it wasn’t.

“Would you like anything, Trish? I’m sure you’re not hungry, but maybe a drink?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Trish swallowed. It suddenly felt very warm in the room, and the slow caress of Gwen’s hand on her leg wasn’t helping matters any.

Gwen nodded. “I’m glad we have this chance to be alone for a while.” She paused, glanced down at where she was touching Trish. “I’ve been thinking about what happened last time you were here. In the bathroom that day, I mean.”

“Oh?”

“Have you thought about it at all, Trish?” Gwen asked, discreetly undoing the third button of her blouse, the first two already being undone.

Trish swallowed again, Gwen’s newly exposed cleavage not going unnoticed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening here, and the thought of what might happen next made her quiver inside from both the excitement and apprehension of a possible sexual encounter with Gwen. “Yes,” she replied softly.

“Good, I’m glad.” Gwen took Trish’s hand in hers. “You don’t think I’m a monster or anything for letting you touch me like that, do you?”

She shook her head, looking Gwen in the eyes. “No. Not at all. I… I liked touching your boobs.”

Gwen’s smile grew and she took Trish’s hand and brought it to her breast. “I think you wanted to do more than just touch, though.”

Trish had to look away, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, all the while aware of the hardened nipple beneath her palm. Yes, she had wanted to do more than just touch. Trish had been seconds away from taking Gwen’s nipple into her mouth when the older woman stopped them. Trish’s panties had been as wet then as they were at this moment.

“Am I right?” Gwen asked softly.

“Yes.”

“Me too.” Gwen winked and slid Trish’s hand inside her blouse.

Trish’s mind was racing as fast as her heart. This was happening. She looked down to where her hand, hidden beneath the fabric, cupped the soft flesh of Gwen’s breast. Trish quickly found the pointed nipple and pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. She looked up when Gwen moaned and was momentarily surprised when the woman pressed her lips to hers, but she only hesitated for a second before accepting it, then welcoming Gwen into her mouth.

As their tongues explored, Gwen hurriedly undid the remaining buttons and shrugged off her blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up. Trish’s eyes moved to Gwen’s breasts and lingered there after the kiss ended. She admired them for a moment before gently fondling each magnificent breast.

“I want to taste them,” she said in a husky voice.

“Yes, sweet girl. I want you to, but first, I need to know that this is something you really want to do.”

She looked Gwen in the eyes while still thumbing the woman’s nipples. “I do, Gwen. Honest.”

“Good. But if you ever feel uncomfortable and want to stop, or I do something you don’t like, just say so. Okay?”

Trish nodded quickly, wishing they would get on with it. She knew Gwen would never do anything to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.

“Perfect, now let’s get your shirt off so I can see your pretty little boobs too.”

Trish didn’t hesitate and whipped off her top in one quick movement. All she wanted at that moment was to have a nipple in her mouth, and before the shirt had even hit the floor, Trish’s lips were eagerly pulling at the pink pebbled flesh of Gwen’s nipple. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations of texture and taste touch her tongue as she laved the erect peak.

Fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head, pulling her closer, and a soft moan from above told her Gwen was enjoying this. Another hand caressed her back then moved over her ribs and onto her chest. It was Trish’s turn to breathe a muffled moan when Gwen’s fingers found a nipple and teased it. Trish moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking the nipples as she massaged each one. Her clit ached for attention and, as if sensing that need, Gwen’s hand moved down her belly, stopping at her waistband.

“Can I touch you?” Gwen asked, her voice laced with desire.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured around the soft flesh in her mouth.

Gwen made quick work of undoing Trish’s pants and a flash of pleasure shot through her body when the woman’s fingers found her pussy. Trish shuddered and her hips rolled on their own, pushing her sex against the hand moving in her pants.

Reluctantly, Trish released the nipple from her mouth and leaned back. She took a deep breath, needing oxygen, and trying to calm her rapid breathing. With Gwen’s fingers moving deftly inside her, she didn’t think she would last much longer.

“Trish, baby. You’re so wet.”

All Trish could do was nod her head and rock against Gwen’s fingers.

Gwen captured her mouth and kissed her for a long moment before asking, “Can I take you to my bed?”

Again, Trish just nodded, unable to form any words. She whimpered at the loss of contact when Gwen removed her hand and stood. With her legs feeling like rubber, she let Gwen lead her to the master bedroom.

***

Monica wrapped her arms around herself. Despite the sticky heat of the July evening, she couldn’t stop shivering. Once again, she placed an ear against the door leading from the garage to the house and listened for sounds from inside, and as with the last dozen times she did it, there was nothing.

She checked her watch. “It’s been thirty minutes,” she whispered to the empty garage. “It must be safe now.”

Taking a reassuring breath, Monica carefully opened the door. She paused and strained to hear. Everything was quiet. She stepped inside and closed the door just as quietly. Deliberately, she pulled off each sneaker and set it gingerly on the floor before moving deeper into the house.

Like a ninja, she moved stealthily down the hall toward the living room, pausing every few feet to listen for sounds of life. At the corner, she stopped and cautiously took a peek. Empty.

Coming out from cover, she stood in the familiar room and looked around. Two items of clothing immediately caught her eye: a woman’s blouse on the sofa and a girl’s tee-shirt on the floor. Monica felt a devilish grin creep up her face.

A sound from upstairs drew Monica’s attention. She inched her way to the bottom of the staircase and listened. Soon enough, muffled sounds reached her ears and her belly flip-flopped with excitement, imagining what was happening upstairs. Quietly, she padded up the stairs to the second floor, not wanting to give away her presence just yet. At the end of the hall, her mother’s bedroom door stood open and the soft light from the bedside lamp spilled into the darkened hallway. Monica slinked to the side of the door and peeking around its frame, a jolt of excitement flashed from her clit as she took in the scene before her.

On the bed, a naked Trish lay on her back, legs spread. Gwen was just as naked, her mouth and tongue eagerly exploring the young girl’s pussy. Monica had known all along that Mrs. Thomas hadn’t called looking for a babysitter because Mrs. Thomas didn’t exist. It had all been a scheme concocted by Monica and her mom after Trish’s confession that Stacey had nearly seduced her. Monica slipped her hand into her pants, finding her pussy wet and her clit throbbing. She wanted badly to join the two lovers on the bed, but she resisted the urge. She would watch and touch herself, for now, knowing she would be taking part soon enough.

***

Trish couldn’t think straight. Her mind and body were awash with a multitude of thoughts and feelings. She was having difficulty believing that this was really happening. The incredible sensations raking her body pulled primal sounds from her throat. Her hips rolled and pushed against Gwen’s mouth, bringing her closer to release. Gwen, her stepmom, was eating her pussy.

After the incident in the bathroom during her last visit, Trish had fantasized about touching and sucking on Gwen’s boobs. She had masturbated to many a wonderful orgasm during those fantasies. But now, being naked on Gwen’s bed with the older woman making love to her, was fucking unreal. Trish thrust her hips skyward and clutched a fistful of blanket as another wave of pleasure shot through her.

“You okay, baby?” Gwen paused only long enough to ask the question.

Only an unintelligible sound escaped her lips, so Trish nodded her approval. Gwen’s tongue was dancing from her entrance to her clit, never staying in one place long. The familiar pressure in her belly was now at its peak and the next flick of Gwen’s tongue over her clit was enough to release it.

Trish grabbed Gwen’s head, holding it in place, and pressed her clit hard against the woman’s mouth. The orgasm tore through her and she cried out. Lights flashed behind her eyes and a wonderful feeling of warmth enveloped her body like a blanket.

The sensation of lips on her nipple greeted her as the bliss she had just experienced faded away. Trish watched as Gwen teased her small breast with her tongue. When she sighed contentedly, Gwen kissed her.

“Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah. It was…wow,” Trish replied with a giggle.

“Is there room for one more?” a voice asked from across the room.

Trish jumped, snapping her gaze to the doorway, then to Gwen, then back to the doorway. Panic gripped her for only a moment as her brain registered what she was seeing. Monica was standing at the doorway, naked. Her clothes lay in a heap at her feet. She didn’t appear angry, upset, or aghast at seeing her mother and stepsister having sex. Instead, Monica smiled slyly at them as she slowly teased her pussy. Gwen didn’t appear phased at all by Monica’s presence. She, too, smiled as if what they were doing was the most normal thing in the world. That didn’t make any sense at all, unless…

“Of course, sweetheart. Come join us,” Gwen said patting the bed beside Trish.

Monica moved toward them and crawled onto the bed. She sat back on her heels and Trish stared wide-eyed as Monica kissed her mother. Not a typical mother-daughter kiss, but the much sexier kind that involved tongue. Trish had to shake her head, not believing what she was seeing. But that didn’t seem to matter to her libido, flaring up in response to the taboo scene happening right above her.

When the kiss ended the two of them smiled down at Trish. They both stretched out, one on either side of her. “I bet you’re full of questions. Aren’t you, sweetie?” Gwen asked, tracing a lazy finger around one of Trish’s erect nipples while Monica gently sucked the other.

“Um… yeah,” Trish replied shakily “I don’t understand. You two are acting like this is perfectly normal. Monica was standing in the doorway, naked and watching. She wasn’t mad or anything, then you two kissed. I mean really kissed.”

“That’s because it is normal… for us anyway,” Gwen said as she trailed a finger down to Trish’s thigh. “It has been since Monica was eight, almost nine really, during a snowstorm that knocked out the power for two days. I had Monica sleep in my bed to help stay warm at night, and… things happened.” Gwen slipped a finger between Trish’s folds and stroked her slowly. “But that’s a story for another time.”

“Oh, my,” Trish gasped as pleasure flashed through her. Monica had been silent but busy. She had kissed her way down Trish’s body and was now poised between her legs, kissing and licking her entrance as Gwen’s fingers explored. “Does my dad know?” she asked in raspy breaths.

“Heavens no. And we must keep it that way. If you want to stop now, please say so. We won’t be mad.”

It was hard to organize your thoughts when your stepmom was playing with your clit and your stepsister was licking your pussy. That tell-tale feeling was already quickly building inside her and it wouldn’t take much more for another orgasm to hit her. Did she want to stop? Hell no! Sex with Monica was great, and she never wanted that to stop. All she had thought she wanted to do with Gwen was to feel her boobs on her lips and tongue… But now, she was going to do much more, she knew. She was going to have a threesome with Gwen. Trish shook her head. “No, I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart.” Gwen captured Trish’s mouth, kissing her deeply as her fingers moved rapidly over the girl’s clit. Monica pushed two of her own digits deep inside Trish, pumping them as quickly as her mother’s fingers moved above.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Don’t stop,” Trish begged.

Neither mother nor daughter was about to stop, and she knew that. Trish bucked and moaned and gasped for breath. Exquisite pleasure coursed through her with each stroke and thrust. If she were to die right now, she would die happy. She didn’t want to come just yet, wishing the pleasure to go on forever, but she was simply overwhelmed, and her orgasm consumed her. Blinding white light filled her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure raced to every point of her being. She stiffened and cried out before going limp, her body nothing more than jelly.

When Trish opened her eyes, she saw Gwen sucking Monica’s fingers, the ones that had been inside her moments ago. Trish reached out and caressed her two partners’ backs, smiling at each of them. “Can I lick you now, Gwen?”

Gwen’s smile widened. “I would like that very much, sweetheart.” Gwen lay on her back as Trish rolled on top of her. She kissed Gwen, moving her tongue around the older woman’s mouth. Gwen groaned and her hands moved up and down Trish’s body, from her shoulders to her ass.

“Damn, you two look so hot,” Monica said hoarsely.

Trish glanced over at her stepsister without breaking the kiss. Monica was on her knees beside them. One hand playing with her boobs, while the other was between her legs, eagerly rubbing her pussy. Trish pulled back slightly and grinned at Gwen before planting little kisses on her lips. She moved to take a nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking it for several moments. She loved the feel of the breast in her mouth but there was something else she wanted now.

Releasing the taut nipple, Trish pushed her stepmom’s thighs apart. Gwen was still as bald as she’d been when Trish had walked in on her in the bathroom that day. It turned Trish on seeing the hairless mound. Maybe it was because it reminded her of a young girl’s pussy.

As Trish placed a soft kiss on Gwen’s clit, Monica watched intently from where she knelt, fingering herself and fondling Gwen’s boob. Trish flicked her tongue over the engorged clit, causing Gwen to suck in a breath. She noticed that the woman’s scent was stronger than Monica’s, stronger than Gabby’s or Cindy’s, as well. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, but rather an intoxicating one. Prompted by the scent, Trish pushed her tongue through the wetness of Gwen’s folds and over her entrance. Her juices were just as enticing as the smells and textures. Gwen groaned rolling her hips as her body quivered.

“Fuck, Monica!” Gwen panted. “You taught her well.”

The declaration filled Trish with a sense of pride, and she grinned against her stepmom’s pussy, determined to give Gwen an orgasm that was as good as the one she had given Trish. Hearing Monica moan, and feeling brave, she lifted her face for just a moment to speak. “Sit on your mom’s face.”

Monica didn’t hesitate and straddle Gwen’s head.

“No! Turn around. I want to see your face,” Trish ordered.

Monica complied and shifted her position to face her stepsister. Grinning, Trish returned to Gwen’s pussy, sucking the clit into her mouth. She kept an eye on Monica as best she could, thrilled by the expression of lustful need on Monica’s face as Gwen sucked on her daughter’s pussy.

Trish continued her eager exploration of Gwen, her tongue swirling and dipping through hot, juice-soaked flesh. She pushed two slender fingers into Gwen and to her surprise found there was room for one more. As she fucked her stepmom, Gwen rocked her hips, meeting each thrust.

Above her, Monica groaned loudly. Trish glanced up to see her stepsister riding her mother’s mouth in rhythm to Gwen’s movements around Trish’s fingers. Monica’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was open. Shallow breaths came quickly.

The sight of Monica nearing orgasm and Gwen’s wet pussy and wild gyrations brought Trish’s excitement to the edge as well. Humping the blanket for relief proved insufficient, so she shoved a hand between her legs and began to furiously rub her clit. Continuing to fuck Gwen with the other hand while holding her mouth on the woman’s clit was becoming a chore, but as if on cue, both mother and daughter cried out as their respective orgasms consumed them. Trish, too, was quickly overtaken by her own climax a moment later. Not as powerful as her earlier ones, but it was quite pleasurable nonetheless.

Except for the rise and fall of their chests as they panted, the three of them remained still for a while. Monica had rolled off her mother and flopped onto the bed. Trish’s cheek rested on Gwen’s thigh, the woman’s musky scent strong in her nose. Someone moaned.

“Trish, baby. What did you do to me?” Gwen said with a contented sigh.

Trish giggled and opened her eyes. “I guess I did okay then?”

“Okay?” Gwen snorted. “You were more than okay. Come up here so I can kiss you. You too, Monica.”

Before she moved, she gave the glistening pussy in front of her a quick lick and giggled at Gwen’s surprised gasp. Trish crawled up and lay on her side beside Gwen, draping a leg over the older woman’s thigh.

Monica mirrored Trish’s position. “I told you that you were a natural at this, Trish.” Monica leaned over her mother and kissed Trish.

“Yeah, I guess you did. Still nice to hear, though.” Trish giggled again. The two girls then turned their attention to Gwen and licked clean the juices on her face.

The three kissed and snuggled. As Trish lay there, pressed tightly against Gwen, her mind was processing all the things that had happened this evening, such as how easily she had given herself to Gwen. Yes, she had wanted to touch and suck Gwen’s boobs, but going further than that hadn’t even crossed her mind. Then learning that Monica and Gwen were lovers and had been for a while. It shocked her at first, but she was okay with it. Hell, it was more than okay, it was a fucking turn-on. Her thoughts then wandered back to that morning in her bedroom, when her mother had confessed her attraction to young girls, to her. What would it be like to have sex with her own mother? Surely it would be just as wonderful as it had been with Gwen. She had to find out. The only problem was how to convince her mother that Trish wanted to, and that it was okay for her to want it, too.

Trish’s thoughts were interrupted by a hand caressing her small breast. She opened her eyes to see Monica touching her. Gwen was busy too, with a hand between her daughter’s legs. Not wanting to be left out, not that she ever would be, Trish moved to kiss Gwen as she slid a hand between the woman’s thighs and pushed inside her.

Gwen groaned. “You’re a horny little nymph, aren’t you, Trish?”

Trish grinned slyly and nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“It’s going to be a long night,” Gwen said playfully before capturing Trish’s mouth with her own.

Onward to Chapter 6

 

By Amanda Lynn

The ground fell away as the Airbus climbed into the cloudless Ontario sky. Trish watched the CN Tower become smaller and vanish from sight as the plane banked and adjusted its course. She was in a good mood. Excited to be heading to Edmonton and four weeks of summer fun with Monica. She wondered how long she would have to wait after getting to her father’s house before she would be able to pull Monica’s clothes off her and fuck her silly.

The thought sent a tingle up her spine. She squeezed her thighs together, surprised at how quickly the thought had aroused her, especially since Cindy had given her the most wonderful orgasm only a few hours before.

When they had said good night to Stacey and gone to Trish’s room the night before, they didn’t sleep. They undressed each other and climbed into bed. They kissed and touched, caressed, and explored. They were gentle and took their time bringing each other to orgasm. Then, resting for but a moment, they began again, this time with more passion, fucking each other to more earth-moving climaxes. Though both the girls did their best to avoid making noise, Trish was sure her mother must have heard their muffled moans on several occasions.

The next morning, Trish was woken an hour before the alarm clock went off by a tongue on her nipple and a finger on her clit. She moaned softly, not opening her eyes, and wondered if there was any better way to start the day. Cindy’s mouth soon found her pussy, still tender from their lovemaking the night before, and quickly made her come.

Stacey gave them a knowing smirk when they walked into the kitchen an hour or so later. The blush Trish saw on Cindy’s face matched the heat she felt on her own. But Stacey never said anything about what she might have overheard the night before or earlier that morning, which Trish was thankful for. They chatted as they ate, Stacey rambling off a list of items and asking Trish if she had packed them, Trish replying yes mom to each and rolling her eyes.

One thing Trish had noticed that morning were the glances that had passed between Cindy and Stacey. She’d wondered if there was anything to them. Would either one try to act upon what they had shared in Trish’s bedroom a few days before?

The ding of the seatbelt sign being turned off drew Trish’s attention, and she breathed a happy sigh. She pulled her small carry-on bag from under the seat and retrieved her earphones. Plugging them into the jack on the armrest, she found a movie on the seatback display in front of her and settled back into her seat to enjoy the flight.

***

Once Trish’s plane was safely away, Stacey and Cindy headed for home. The 30-minute drive passed mostly in companionable silence. Stacey stole glances at Cindy. The smooth skin of her bare legs, the way her tight shorts were defining her crotch, her small breasts that pushed against the snug fabric of her tee-shirt. Stacey felt a nervous excitement pulling at her belly. She recognized the feeling, and it usually happened when she was about to get laid.

Stacey gave herself a mental shake. As cute and sexy as Cindy was, she wasn’t going to have sex with a 12-year-old. She thought back to the morning after Trish’s birthday, seeing Cindy lying naked on the bed and caressing her leg. She must have been out of her mind to do that, but the sight of the sexy young girl and the sounds she had heard Cindy and Trish making… Damn, it had been such a turn-on. Touching Cindy had made her so wet, and the bonus of accidentally brushing against her pussy and watching her come had been too much. When the girls had left the house, Stacey had dashed to her bedroom, spending a good hour there giving herself several powerful orgasms of her own.

Now off the highway, Stacey tried to keep her mind on her driving. Traveling the few blocks to Cindy’s street, she was about to make the turn, in a rush to drop Cindy off so she could get home and take care of the throbbing need between her legs.

Cindy spoke up. “We need to go to your place first. My overnight bag is still there.”

Stacey cursed to herself, took a breath, and drove past Cindy’s street. “Sure, not a problem,” she replied. It wasn’t, really. Cindy lived just a block away, so she could grab her bag and walk the short distance. Stacey could wait the extra couple of minutes to get herself off.

They pulled into the driveway a moment later. Stacey let them in, and Cindy kicked off her sneakers before heading upstairs to Trish’s room. Stacey went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine and stood at the counter, sipping it. She thought about the tingle of excitement that she had felt when they left the airport, the cute girl who had sat beside her in the car, and just how wet her pussy was right now. Then another thought occurred to her; she was alone in the house with Cindy. No one else around. Did she dare try something? No! She couldn’t. Could she?

“Fuck me.” She drew out the words in a whispered voice. It had been many years since she’d had the taste of pre-teen pussy on her tongue. It would be so easy to let go of her common sense and give in to her lust for the sexy little redhead that was upstairs. She took another sip of wine. It seemed to be taking a long time for Cindy to retrieve her bag. She was about to call out, but Cindy beat her to it.

“Stacey, could you come here please?”

Stacey raised an eyebrow and set down her glass. What the hell? She climbed the stairs and entered Trish’s room. There was no one there. Cindy’s bag was sitting on the end of the bed, all zipped up and ready to go. “Where are you?” she called.

“In your room,” came the reply.

Why the hell would she be in there? Stacey turned and walked the few feet to her room. At the doorway, she froze, not believing what her eyes were seeing. Cindy was lying on her side on the bed, facing Stacey, propped up on one elbow. Her other hand rested on her thigh. Oh, and she was completely naked. She wore a smile and nothing else.

“Cindy. What are you…? This isn’t right. You need to get dressed,” she sputtered. Stacey was saying the words, but she didn’t feel that way. She looked up and down the pre-teen’s body as her heart pounded. Heat pooled in her abdomen and lower. A war was raging inside her now, one between her brain and her libido. Her brain was losing.

Cindy didn’t move. Instead, she let her hand travel up and down her side. Her fingertips caressed the naked skin. “Trish said you wanted to have sex with me.”

Her voice was soft and innocent, but alarmingly seductive. Stacey shuddered, trying hard to keep control. Jesus, this little girl knew how to push the right buttons. “If I was 12, yes. But this is different.” Stacey croaked; her mouth had gone dry.

Cindy slowly stood and moved toward her. She smiled sweetly, and Stacey’s resolve melted even faster. “Don’t you think I’m pretty? I think you are.”

“I do. Very pretty, but that’s not the…” She couldn’t finish. Cindy had moved in close, and she gently cupped Stacey’s breasts. The sensation sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her core, and a moan forced itself past her lips. “We can’t. Someone might find out.” Her voice was barely audible, and she wondered if Cindy had even heard her.

“No one is going to find out,” the girl said as if replying to a silly question from a child. “I’m not going to tell anyone. Are you?”

Stacey shook her head, instinctively. She looked down at Cindy’s hands and watched them unbutton her blouse, then pull it loose from her pants. Once free, Cindy pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall, then she quickly removed her bra. When Cindy took a nipple into her mouth, Stacey gasped, and any reservations she had disappeared. They had the house to themselves. No one was going to catch them. Yeah, she was going to have sex with this little minx, and she was going to enjoy it without worry. Regret may follow in the aftermath, but that was a thought for later. Right now, she was going to live out this fantasy.

While Cindy’s tongue played with her hardened nipple, her hands were making short work of Stacey’s pants, undoing the button, and pulling down the zipper. She pushed both pants and underwear over her hips until they fell on their own. Stacey followed when Cindy took her hands and walked backward toward the bed. When they fell upon it, Stacey found the young girl’s mouth with hers. They kissed. The first one tentative and unsure but quickly followed by a deeper, more passionate one. Their mouths moved, and lips parted. Tongues soon danced, and they moaned together. Fear still wrestled with Stacey, fear of getting found out, but she realized then that that fear, that sense of danger, made it all the more exciting.

She pulled back and looked down at Cindy. The girl’s eyes sparkled, and she wore a playful smirk. Stacey kissed a line down Cindy’s body. Over her jaw, down her neck, across the flawless skin of her collar bone. She kissed a nipple and played with it, using her tongue to draw wet, lazy circles around it. Cindy was breathing harder now, her chest rising and falling. Stacey didn’t want to wait any longer. There was something she had wanted, she realized, something she had wanted ever since that morning encounter in Trish’s room. She continued her downward trek, forcing herself to move slowly, planting fiery kisses from Cindy’s sternum to her belly button, then to her mons.

Adjusting her position on the bed, she pushed Cindy’s legs apart. There it was, only inches from her face. Smooth, nearly hairless. Shades of pink and red from arousal. Juices glistened, and Stacey breathed in the scent of the pre-teen sex. She moved closer, kissing Cindy’s inner thighs. Soft and slow. The girl shuddered, and a moan escaped from above. Stacey smiled and placed a sweet kiss on her clit, holding her mouth there. Cindy jerked slightly and whimpered.

This is heaven, Stacey thought. She moved her tongue, chasing the small bud with tiny circles. The girl jumped at the contact. Her hips pushed upward, looking for more. Stacey put a hand on Cindy’s belly, holding her steady. With the other, she found Cindy’s entrance and pushed a finger in.

Stacey had expected resistance there, but if Cindy had had a hymen, it was gone. She pushed in all the way, and Cindy arched again, crying out.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

“Yes,” Cindy replied with a ragged breath. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Stacey returned to the girl’s clit and sucked on it as she slowly fingered her pussy. She let her tongue travel down through the slick folds and back again. God, she tasted so good. Stacey feasted on the pussy and noted the tightness as her finger moved rhythmically inside the young girl. As Cindy writhed beneath her, she had a quick flash of Trish lying naked before her. What would she taste like? Would she be as sweet as Cindy? Would she be able to have sex with her daughter as easily as this? Before she could analyze these thoughts, Cindy stiffened.

“Yes! Yes! Fuuuuck!” she cried out.

Stacey stayed with her, gently licking her, slowing the movement of her finger when Cindy’s muscles clamped around it. When Cindy stopped twitching from the aftershocks, Stacey withdrew her finger and moved up beside her.

Cindy groaned softly. “Oh, wow. That was awesome.” She turned her head to look at Stacey.

Stacey couldn’t help but smile back at the huge grin on the girl’s face. She stroked Cindy’s cheek and pushed the hair from her eyes. “I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for letting me do that.”

“I should be thanking you,” Cindy said with a giggle, then she rolled onto her side and kissed Stacey.

Pulling Cindy in close, Stacey quickly drew her into a deeper kiss. Her hand caressed down the girl’s back, resting on the smooth rise of her ass. She felt Cindy’s hand then, moving between them. She sucked a breath when the girl’s hand found her pussy and explored her folds.

“Umm,” Cindy hummed against her mouth. “You’re soaked.” She pulled back and looked into Stacey’s eyes. “Do you want me to eat you?”

Stacey blinked, and she searched the girl’s face. Was she serious? Of course, Stacey wanted nothing more than to get eaten by this sweet young thing, but was Cindy asking because she wanted to, or did she think she had to? Stacey smiled and gave the ass cheek in her hand a squeeze.

“I do,” she said, “but only if you want to. I don’t want you doing anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Cindy grinned happily and moved to kneel by Stacey’s calves. “Oh, I do!” There was excitement in her voice, and she licked her lips as she pushed at Stacey’s legs to spread them.

Stacey’s excitement was building sharply, too. Her nerves had already been on fire, but seeing the enthusiasm from this child made her already-wet pussy throb in anticipation. Stacey rolled onto her back and eagerly spread her legs. She was glad she’d taken the time to tidy up her pubic area during her bath the night before.

She watched as Cindy knelt there, staring at her slit as if admiring a piece of art. God, she really needed Cindy to touch her now, though, to do something to quell her need. Stacey’s hips rolled on their own, hoping to entice Cindy forward. It must have worked, because Cindy shuffled closer and placed a finger on Stacey’s clit.

As a loud groan escaped her lips, Stacey pushed her hips up again, a flash of pleasure racing through her. Cindy giggled and played with her clit some more. She ran her finger up and down her folds again and again before pushing two fingers into her entrance.

“That’s it, Cindy. Don’t stop,” Stacey panted.

Cindy continued to pump her fingers into her wetness, and when she moved in and took Stacey’s clit into her mouth, Stacey thought for sure she was going to come right then. She balled up the sheets in her fists and forced herself to hold off. She wanted to enjoy as much of Cindy’s mouth on her slit as she could. The girl’s tongue moved in circles and swipes, around her clit, over it, through her folds… all over her pussy, driving her crazy.

Stacey was finding it harder and harder to delay the inevitable. She was breathing hard as the waves of pleasure crashed into her. When she could no longer stand the torment, she placed a hand on the back of Cindy’s head, holding her mouth on her clit, and let it happen.

Her world exploded. Bright lights erupted behind her eyes, and intense pleasure she had not felt in a long time shot through her body. Stacey stiffened, her hips raised off the bed, and she cried out. The second orgasm followed at once, not as intense as the first but just as pleasurable. Cindy was still licking, and she had to push the girl away, not sure she could stand a third orgasm.

“Holy crap, Cindy,” Stacey said when she was finally able to speak again. Cindy had moved beside her and lay with her head on Stacey’s shoulder.

“Did I do good?” Cindy asked softly.

“Good? You were fucking amazing!” Stacey replied, and Cindy giggled.

“Thanks. Do you think we could do this again sometime?” There was a shyness in the way Cindy asked the question, and it made Stacey tingle. That shyness reminded her that she was living out a fantasy, an exciting yet dangerous fantasy.

She pulled Cindy in close and kissed her. “I would like that,” she whispered.

“Me too.”

They lay still, resting for a while longer. Thoughts of their lovemaking played in Stacey’s mind. She thought about Trish and wondered what would happen when she got home in a month. This thing with Cindy would have to stop. Unless, somehow, she could involve Trish. No! No! That couldn’t happen. But Trish had wanted to be touched by her that morning. Stacey’s head was swimming with wild thoughts of Trish and Cindy and herself, their bodies tangled together. Stacey pushed the idea aside as the touch of Cindy’s hand on her breast brought her back. Passions reigniting, they enjoyed each other’s kisses and caresses, coming once more before Cindy needed to get home.

***

Trish dropped her suitcase and fell face-first onto the bed in Monica’s room. “Why do plane flights feel so long?” she moaned into the pillow. Trish heard Monica giggle as the bed sagged a little more on either side of her. She felt rather than saw her stepsister straddle her hips and rest her butt on Trish’s and then knead her shoulders. Trish moaned again, this time from the pleasure that instantly coursed through her from the long-missed touch. Man, it felt good to feel Monica’s hands on her body again.

After a few moments, Monica’s hands moved down her back then up her ribs to her shoulders again. Little tingles flashed over her skin as Monica’s fingers brushed against the sides of her small breasts. Trish tried to twist her body, and Monica lifted her butt a bit to let her roll onto her back.

Trish smiled up at her stepsister.“I’ve missed you,” she said softly.

Monica grinned and caressed Trish’s shoulders. “I’ve missed you too.”

Trish giggled at the momentary look of surprise on Monica’s face when her hands found breasts that were noticeably larger than the last time Trish had been here. “I told you they would get bigger.” Monica gave her a wink, then uncoiled her body and lay flat on top of Trish.

Someone must have cranked up the heat in the room because Trish was on fire. Monica’s hand was fondling her breast through the thin tee-shirt, and her mouth fused with Trish’s. As they kissed, they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. God, this felt good. Her breathing was growing ragged, and Monica was rolling her hips now, causing their pussies to rub together in a most enjoyable way, even through their shorts. She could feel the pressure building low in her belly.

“You’re gonna make me come,” Trish said between breaths.

Monica didn’t stop but instead increased her tempo. Trish groaned again. She wrapped her arms around Monica and held on, matching her thrusts, grinding their pussies together. The incredible sex she’d had with Cindy that morning all but faded from her memory. Sex with Monica, even if it was quick and dirty while still fully clothed, felt so much better and so right.

A scorching kiss came just in time to muffle the cry that tried to escape as her orgasm consumed her. Every nerve was on fire, and the pleasure was further enhanced as Monica pushed against her pussy several more times before her own orgasm hit.

They lay in a heap, panting and sharing soft kisses. They didn’t move and didn’t speak for the longest while. Finally, Monica slid to the side so that she had just an arm and leg draped over Trish.

“Wow,” Trish giggled. “That was wild.”

“What can I say? I missed you.” Monica beamed. “Just wait until tonight, and I have you naked.”

Trish felt her pussy clench at the suggestion. She wasn’t sure if she could wait that long. “Yeah?”

“I’m dying to see those boobs of yours.” Monica put her hand on one and thumbed the nipple through the shirt.

“Umm,” Trish purred approvingly at the sensation. “Is that all you want to do? Just look?”

Monica opened her mouth to reply, but the sound of a knock interrupted her. The girls sat up as the door opened. Gwen stood in the doorway and looked at them for a moment as a small smirk appeared on her lips.

“If you two have finished saying hello. You can wash up for supper.” She winked, then turned and left the room.

Trish felt the heat of a blush crawling up her face, but she giggled along with Monica. She wondered if Gwen would want a repeat of what had happened in the bathroom during spring break, or maybe go even further this time. The idea excited her, and as she and Monica made their way to the bathroom to wash and then went downstairs, she let the idea of some sort of sexual experience with Gwen play at the back of her mind.

Walking into the dining room, the girls inhaled the pleasant aroma of spaghetti sauce and garlic bread. Trish eyed the plates of pasta that Gwen set down, one at her usual spot, the other at Monica’s.

“There’s plenty more if you girls want seconds. But save room for dessert, I made lemon meringue pie,” Gwen said and turned to get two more plates of spaghetti from the kitchen.

“Yum!” Trish exclaimed. “I love lemon meringue.”

“Me too,” Jason said as he joined the girls at the table, tousling Trish’s hair as he passed. “Hungry, Pumpkin?”

Trish nodded. “Starved. I had a sandwich on the plane, but it wasn’t enough.” She sat, and when Gwen joined them, placing a large basket of garlic bread on the table, she dug in.

“I bet you’re happy that school’s out for the year,” Jason said after they had all eaten a few forkfuls and complimented Gwen on how good it tasted.

“Yeah. It’s nice not having to get up so early,” Trish replied with a giggle.

“I agree,” Monica said.

Jason laughed and plucked a slice of garlic bread from the basket. “I’m sorry I won’t be able to do much with you before you two head off to camp, but I’m working nights for the next little while.”

“That’s okay, Dad. I understand,” she said and took a drink from her glass. “You’ll be back on day shift after camp, though, right?”

“Should be, sweetheart.”

Trish had never been to a summer camp before, and she was excited at the idea. Monica had called her not long after Trish had returned home after spring break, asking if she would want to go while she was visiting in July. She had said yes at once when she learned it was an all-girl camp on a lake, and that Gabby and her cousin would be going as well.

When they had finished their supper, Gwen served everyone a piece of the pie. Trish regretted eating that third slice of bread now, but there was no way she was going to refuse this dessert. With her belly filled, Trish joined Monica on the sofa, and the four of them chatted and played card games for the rest of the evening. Trish was anxious to get upstairs and finally be alone with Monica, but she was also glad the delay gave her time to digest her supper.

It was past 10 when Monica closed the bedroom door. She turned and gave Trish a naughty smile that made her heart race. She met Monica in the middle of the room, and they wrapped their arms around each other’s waist. Trish gazed into her stepsister’s eyes for just a moment, not saying a word. She didn’t need to, as Monica’s eyes reflected exactly what Trish was feeling. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned in and kissed her.

Monica moaned softly as the kiss deepened in a hurry. Their hands roamed, and tongues explored. Trish found the hem of Monica’s shirt and slipped her hands underneath, stroking the hot skin beneath. They kissed hungrily, the bodies pressed together, and Trish groaned with pleasure as her sex ground against Monica’s thigh. It wouldn’t take much to get her off like this, but they’d already had one orgasm while dressed today, and that’s not what she wanted now.

Trish broke the kiss and stepped back, yanking her tee-shirt over her head. “Let’s get naked,” she said, her voice husky. Monica grinned and followed her lead. Shirts, pants, and underwear soon lay discarded on the floor. Monica’s gaze fell to Trish’s small breasts, and she cupped them as she moved closer.

“Oh, wow,” she whispered. “They’re so cute, so soft.”

Trish breathed a sharp gasp when Monica lowered her head and took one hardened nipple into her mouth. She sucked for a second, and Trish felt tingles of pleasure shoot straight to her clit. Her stepsister’s tongue explored the areola, swirling in small circles over the pebbled flesh. Monica moved to the other nipple and repeated the action before straightening and kissing Trish.

“They’re wonderful. Now, I want to taste you,” Monica said, guiding her towards the bed.

At Monica’s words, Trish felt the juices flow between her legs. She fell back on the bed with Monica on top of her. Monica kissed her again, nipping at her lip before moving downward. She moved along her jaw, down her neck, and between her boobs, placing open-mouthed kisses as she went.

Trish was on fire. Her hips moved up on their own as Monica moved lower. She gripped Monica’s hair in one hand when her stepsister’s mouth found her clit. “Oh, God, yeah,” she moaned softly. She felt the smile against her pussy, and then the tongue. She bucked as Monica licked up and down her slit, moving quickly and pressing hard against her soaked center. Trish was panting, biting her lip to keep from calling out. She gripped the blanket tight and forced her hips up once again when Monica sucked on her throbbing clit. As the pressure built low in her abdomen, Trish didn’t think she could hold out much longer.

She whimpered at the sudden loss of contact when Monica pulled away. Her momentary disappointment turned to surprise as Monica roughly pushed Trish’s knees to her ears.

“Hold your legs up,” Monica commanded.

Trish obeyed without question, and Monica took her place on the floor once more. Trish felt exposed and excited, lying on her back with her legs drawn up this way. She wondered what Monica had in store for her.

In less than a heartbeat, she had her answer. One finger, then two, pushed into her opening and twisted around inside. Trish grunted with each thrust, then she whimpered again, this time at the sensation of Monica’s tongue on her pucker. Jesus, she felt dirty but also so very fucking aroused.

“Oh, fuck!” She gasped as Monica pushed a goo-covered finger into her ass. Her body began to tremble. Never had anyone stuck anything up her bum. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but as Monica worked her finger in and her muscles relaxed, it became very pleasurable. Fingering Trish’s tight asshole, Monica tongued her entrance. It took but a second for the sensations from Monica’s finger and tongue to push Trish over the edge. She let her legs fall over Monica’s shoulders as her body stiffened and shook. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as Monica continued to move inside her. Then the movements slowed and Trish relaxed, settling onto the bed. Her stepsister gently withdrew and lay beside her.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Trish whispered, turning her head to face Monica. Monica’s eyes sparkled, and Trish could see the desire in them. Monica kissed her softly as she played with Trish’s nipple, tracing circles around it.

“You’ve missed me or missed the sex?” Monica asked playfully.

Trish poked Monica in the ribs. “Both.” She rolled over and lay on top of Monica and Monica spread her legs, their wetness pressing together. God, it felt so good to feel Monica’s body against hers. Trish groaned as Monica’s hands found her ass and pulled them together, lifting her pelvis and grinding into Trish’s sex. She had missed Monica, and not just for the sex, though that was awesome, too.

“Maybe you need to get a girlfriend to play with between visits,” Monica said.

Trish pushed away and slid down Monica’s body. “Maybe I have,” she said and took a nipple into her mouth.

“Oh? Who?” Monica panted.

Trish kissed her way down to Monica’s hips. “Cindy,” she said, “but I don’t want to talk about her right now. There’s something else I’d rather be doing with my mouth.” She grinned up at her stepsister then took Monica’s clit into her mouth.

On to Chapter 5!

 

 

 

By Amanda Lynn

Stacey eyed the thermometer outside her kitchen window, the red liquid inside more than halfway up the glass tube. It was shaping up to be a hot one, and she was glad she had finished her morning run while it was still relatively cool. Now she needed to get outside and finish up the work in her flowerbeds before it got too hot.

Swallowing the last of the water from her glass, she put it in the dishwasher and headed for the backdoor. Stacey stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened. There were no sounds of life coming from Trish’s room. She wasn’t surprised and figured that being excited preteens, the girls had probably stayed up half the night. Stacey recalled hearing the muffled voices from behind the door when she had gone to bed sometime after midnight. She decided to let the girls sleep in. She grabbed the large-brimmed straw hat from the closet, put it on, and made her way to the garden shed out back.

With the items she needed in hand, Stacey knelt by the flower bed and began to work. She hadn’t been at it long when she heard voices coming from the open bedroom window above her. The girls were awake. There was some random chatter and giggling going on, and Stacey was surprised she could make out most of what the girls were saying from the room a story above her.

“I had a lot of fun last night, but you wore me out,” she heard Trish say.

“You’re one to talk. I don’t think I can walk straight thanks to that tongue of yours,” Cindy replied, causing Stacey to stop what she was doing and stare up at the open window. What the hell did that mean?

“Oh yeah? You want me to kiss it better?” she heard Trish ask with a giggle. “Or would you like me to do something else?”

“Something else… please.”

“Like what?”

“You know.”

“Afraid not,” Trish said teasingly. “You’ll have to tell me.”

“Lick my pussy. Make me come.” Cindy’s voice was low, husky, and barely audible.

Stacey dropped both her jaw and her small gardening trowel. What the fuck! she thought and pulled off her gardening gloves. The sound of bodies landing heavily on a bed drew her eyes upward again as she brought her hands to her mouth. She listened. She knew she shouldn’t. She should be running up the stairs right now to stop this. How long had this been going on? Was Trish a lesbian now? Had there been others? The questions bounced around her head, but she couldn’t seem to make her legs move.

More sounds caught her attention then. Sounds she knew well—sounds of sex. Soft moans and pleas came from her daughter’s room. They were getting louder, more urgent, and Stacey could feel herself getting wet. Damnit! What was she doing? She was listening to her baby girl eating her best friend, and it was turning her on. This shouldn’t be happening. Stacey slid a hand down the front of her pants for confirmation. Sure enough, her pussy was already slippery. God help me, she murmured. She didn’t withdraw her hand, though. Finding her sensitive clit, she rubbed.

“Yes, Trish! Right there. Don’t stop!” the disembodied voice from above cried out.

Stacey stood and leaned back against the side of the house, glad no one could see her back here, and wishing she could see what was going on in the bedroom. Did she? Did she want to watch her 12-year-old daughter having oral sex with another girl? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she was close to coming.

The sounds that Cindy made as she orgasmed were all Stacey needed to send her over the edge. Bright lights exploded behind her eyes, and she clenched her teeth to keep from screaming as her body shook. Her legs turned to jelly, and she slid down the wall. She sat there for several moments, catching her breath, replaying what had just happened in her mind.

She had heard her pre-teen daughter have sex. But instead of putting a stop to it, she had stood there and listened. And not just listened but masturbated, picturing in her mind what was going on in the bedroom as she made herself come.

What the fuck is wrong with me? she thought. Stacey realized then that there had been no sound from the bedroom since Cindy’s orgasm. What was going on? Had they left the bedroom? Had they gone back to sleep, maybe?

“Sit on my face, Trish. It’s my turn.” That sentence answered her question, and she felt a sharp jolt from her clit. “No. Not again,” she whispered to herself. She stood. She needed to leave, not listen to hear her daughter in the throes of ecstasy. But when Trish moaned a loud fuck yes, she froze.

Stacey put a hand on the wall and hung her head. She listened to the sounds. Her heart rate increased, and her clit throbbed once again, and like before, her hand slipped into her panties and found it. Guilt was chewing at her, but as her hand moved faster to the sounds of Trish’s pleasure, she was able to push it aside. It would come back to visit, she knew that, but she would deal with that later.

As with Cindy’s, the sounds of Trish’s orgasm released her own. Stacey dropped to her knees as the torrent of pleasure washed over her. Again, she stifled the cry before it left her throat. She stayed there for a while, calming herself. A soft chuckle escaped her when she noticed the rather large wet spot on the front of her shorts. “If there’s a hell, I’m going there for sure now,” she muttered. Figuring it would be best if the girls didn’t see her like this, she stood and headed to her room for a change of clothes.

***

Trish gave Cindy a quick kiss then rolled off the bed. “I’m going to shower first, then it’ll be your turn,” she said.

“Okay. I’ll be right here ‘till you get back,” Cindy said with a small yawn. She watched Trish in all her naked glory put on her robe and leave the room. Closing her eyes, she lay back and gave a contented sigh, still naked on top of the bed. She relaxed for a few minutes, nearly dozing off—Trish had exhausted her, both last night and this morning.

She was surprised when she heard the bedroom door open. “Wow, that was quick,” she said.

It was quite a shock when Cindy opened her eyes and saw it was Stacey standing in the doorway and not Trish. She froze panic racing through her mind. She needed to move to cover up. But for a long moment, she was paralyzed, unable to command her limbs to do anything.

Stacey’s eyes widened, then relaxed, her expression changing to something Cindy couldn’t read. The corner of Stacey’s mouth curled up a little, and her gaze roamed over Cindy’s body from head to toe. Across her naked and exposed flesh, pausing briefly at the junction of her tightly closed thighs and again on the tiny bumps of her nascent breasts before meeting her eyes once again.

Cindy’s heart pounded and her mouth went dry. Excitement flashed through her body. Cindy wasn’t sure why she did it if it was by instinct or an involuntary twitch of a muscle, but ever so slowly, she spread her legs just a bit. Just enough that it exposed her pussy, displaying the glistening flesh of her folds for Stacey to see if she wanted.

Stacey’s smile grew wider as her eyes drifted downward again. She gazed at Cindy’s pussy, and time seemed to stop.

Cindy gripped the bedsheets to stop her hands from shaking. At the same time, she felt arousal leaking from her core. What was happening? What was Stacey thinking? Was she in trouble? Was she going to get fucked by Trish’s mom? That thought alarmed her… but it also thrilled her. Excited her.

Cindy had masturbated many times while watching lesbian porn videos featuring women that could easily be the same age as Stacey, if not older. She’d even fantasized about having sex with an adult a few times, but now that it might happen, she was scared—or nervous, at least.

Cindy was pulled from her thoughts when Stacey turned away and looked down the hallway toward the bathroom. Was Trish coming back? The faint sound of the shower could still be heard, so no. When Stacey turned back and crossed the short distance from the door to the bed, Cindy stopped breathing.

Stacey sat on the edge of the bed, her smile sweet and friendly. Her hand, the one now on Cindy’s knee, was soft and warm. Cindy smiled meekly as heat climbed up her neck.

“It’s okay, Cindy. You can breathe now.” Stacey’s voice was low and gentle.

Cindy took a breath and held Stacey’s eyes. She was aware of just three things at that moment: her pounding heart, her throbbing clit, and the tremble of Stacey’s hand as it caressed her skin.

“You’re very pretty, Cindy.” Stacey’s hand slid a little higher. “Especially like this.”

“I…we…um,” Cindy croaked.

“It’s okay.” Stacey’s caress slipped to her inner thigh. “I shouldn’t be here. Like this. I know.”

Cindy heard the quiver in the woman’s voice. Was she nervous too? Stacey cleared her throat while her fingertips moved ever higher. Cindy didn’t move; her body was on fire. She wanted this to happen as much as she wanted to bolt from the room.

“I heard you two. You and Trish,” Stacey said, glancing toward the open window. “I was working in the flowerbed right outside.”

“I…I’m sorry. Are we in trouble? Are you going to tell my mom?” Cindy’s voice quivered.

Stacey smiled reassuringly, shaking her head. “No. Not at all, sweetheart.” She paused. “How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long have you two been having sex?”

There was no anger in Stacey’s voice, and Cindy felt a measure of relief from apprehension but the building desire between her legs begged for its own relief. “Last night was our first time,” she answered shyly.

Stacey nodded as she watched Cindy’s chest rise and fall with each excited breath she took. “Do you know if Trish has had sex before?”

Cindy shook her head. She couldn’t have answered if she’d wanted to. She was going to come if Stacey didn’t stop moving her hand. Fuck! She was going to come even if she did. Stacey wasn’t even touching her pussy, and it had her on fire.

“Please don’t tell Trish that I know. I want to talk to her about it, okay? And don’t worry. No one is in trouble.”

Cindy just nodded vigorously. She wanted to come so badly. She wished that Stacey would either leave her alone to masturbate or do it for her. At that moment, she didn’t care which.

“Thank you,” Stacey said.

The sound of the shower ceased just then, and they both froze, staring into each other’s eyes for a moment.

Then Stacey surprised Cindy by leaning in and kissing her forehead while, at the same time, sliding a finger between her folds. Cindy’s eyes widened only for a second because the orgasm that ripped through her when the older woman brushed that finger over her engorged clit caused her to squeeze them shut again.

When reality returned, she opened her eyes and found Stacey standing in the doorway, pulling a finger from her mouth as a smile spread across her face.

“You should cover up. And breakfast will be in half an hour.” Stacey winked and was gone.

“What the fuck just happened?” Cindy whispered to the room. She sat up straight and pulled her knees to her chest. She wanted to tell Trish what happened. Wanted to tell Trish that her mother had made her come with a simple touch. No, that probably wouldn’t be wise. Besides, she had told Stacey she wouldn’t say anything about her overhearing them fucking this morning. She groaned and pulled the sheet over her naked body as she flopped back on the bed. Hopefully, Stacey would talk to Trish soon, and everything would be out in the open.

***

The coffee shop wasn’t busy, and Stacey didn’t have to wait long for her order. After paying, she took the two cups of steaming hot goodness to a table and sat. As she took her first sip, she saw Karen, her best friend since the second grade, enter the cafe. With a small wave and a bright smile, the woman joined her.

“Hey there. Hope I’m not late.” Karen said, taking the other cup of coffee when Stacey pushed it toward her.

“No, not at all,” Stacey replied. “How was your week?”

“Oh my God. As much as I love my students, it feels so good to be rid of them for the summer.” Karen laughed. She taught sixth grade at the same school Trish attended and would probably be one of her teachers when classes started again in the fall.

“I bet.” Stacey paused to take another sip of coffee. “As much as I hate Trish flying across the country by herself, it is nice to have the house to myself for a while. It’s fun not having to adult. But after a couple of days, I miss having Trish around. Ya know?”

“I hear you.” Karen lifted her cup in a toast. “Here’s to freedom from the kids, for however long you can stand it.”

They both laughed and tapped their paper cups together. Stacey took a swig then set it down.

“Speaking of Trish, I would like your thoughts on something.”

Karen cocked her head. “Okay, sure. What is it?”

Stacey sighed and scratched her head, thinking how best to word what she wanted to say. “Well, a couple of days ago, I was working in my flower garden, below Trish’s bedroom window, and I heard…”

“Heard what?” Karen asked after a long pause.

She leaned in and lowered her voice. “I heard… um… Trish have an orgasm.”

Karen sat back, her eyes widening, then she snickered. “That must have shocked the hell out of you. But, hey. She’s 12, so it shouldn’t surprise you that she’s masturbating.”

Stacey snorted. “Yeah, it wasn’t something I expected or wanted to hear. And if she had been masturbating, I would have just ignored it.”

“If she wasn’t masturbating, what was she…” Karen’s eyes widened once again, and she brought a hand to her mouth. “Sex? She was having sex? Like with a boy?” she whispered.

“Yeah, sex. But with another girl. Her best friend.”

“Wow!” Karen took a sip from her coffee. “What are you going to do about it?”

“That’s just it. How do I handle it?” Stacey gestured with her hands, palm up. “I was thinking of just having the talk with her. You know, talk about the usual stuff: unwanted pregnancy, STDs, and such. Then mention that girl on girl can be a risk too.”

“That’s a chat you should have with her regardless. I guess the question you need to ask yourself is if you are okay with her being sexually active now,” Karen said with a reassuring smile.

“You’re right.” Stacey sighed. “Naturally, I don’t have a problem with her having sex with other girls. That’s her decision to make. But she is only 12.”

Karen reached across the table and took one of Stacey’s hands in hers. “Sweetie, do you remember that night in the tent in my backyard? The night that we had sex for the first time.”

Stacey felt the warmth climb her cheeks as the memory rushed back. They’d had a sleepover at Karen’s house one evening that summer. They had stayed up late in the dimly lit tent talking about kissing and what sex was. The erotic talk had excited them to the point where their kissing practice had led to some fantastic finger and tongue-induced orgasms for both.

“Yeah. Wow. That seems so long ago now.” Stacey shook her head, wondering where the years had gone.

“It was. We were both 10,” Karen remarked.

“What? No.” Stacey was shocked and had to search her memory. Jesus, she was right. They had been that young.

“Yup. So, like mother, like daughter, then, I would say.” Karen chuckled.

Stacey thought about it for a moment, fiddling with the sleeve on her cup. “So maybe I should tell her I know, and that it’s okay.”

“It’s your decision, of course, but I think it might be for the best. Besides, unless you’re going to lock Trish in her room until she’s 18, she’ll find a way to have sex with her friend if she wants to,” Karen said with a playful wink.

Stacey groaned. “You may be right. Best to get it out in the open. Plus, I can make sure she doesn’t make the same mistake I did and marry a man because she thinks it’s the expected thing to do.” She held up a hand. “Don’t get me wrong, though. Jason is a wonderful man and a terrific father, and I did love him…”

“I know Stacey, you don’t need to explain. I think it’s great that the two of you are still such good friends, and Trish is such a lovely girl.” Karen sat back and grinned. “And a sex kitten like her mom.”

“Karen!” Stacey said in mock horror, throwing a crumpled napkin at her friend as they both began to laugh.

On to Chapter 3 

Author’s Note: If you haven’t already done so, you may wish to refamiliarize yourself with the characters and the goings-on from the first book which can be found here.

By Amanda Lynn

Summer Vacation

Trish squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back. A soft guttural sound escaped her throat as a wave of euphoria spread through her body.

As with most mornings, before she’d even considered crawling out of bed to face the day, she’d started her routine: First, a stretch and a yawn. Then, if she was wearing any, her panties would be pushed down and off, landing on the floor as she kicked them away. Finding a comfy position, she’d spread her legs and touch herself. Small circles at first, gently rubbing her clit as the wonderfully familiar feeling would begin to build in her belly, then her pace quickening, pushing her fingers through her folds and deep into herself. She’d try hard not to make any noise. Her breathing always sounded loud to her ears, and she’d wonder if the squishing noises her hand was making could be heard from outside her bedroom door. Probably not.

Trish had been repeating this ritual practically every morning since she spent spring break in Alberta with her stepsister Monica. She’d been so oblivious to the joys of sex at the start of that visit, but Monica had taught her many wonderful things. They’d had sex with each other often, and Trish couldn’t get enough of it. Monica’s friend Gabby had even joined them for an afternoon of mind and body-numbing sex. It was a week Trish wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

When the last of the aftershocks faded, Trish sighed, content, and threw the covers back with one hand as she sucked her juices from the fingers of the other. Today was going to be a wonderful day, she was sure of it. Not only was it Friday, but it was also the last day of school before summer break, and it was her twelfth birthday, too!

Trish couldn’t help but giggle with excitement as she made her way to the bathroom. She felt a mile-wide grin spread on her face. Her best friend Cindy would be coming over to her house after school, staying for supper, and spending the night in celebration of her birthday and the start of summer.

But for Trish, there was one other thing that excited her most of all. In just under a week, she would be flying to Alberta to spend four weeks with her Dad, her stepmom Gwen, and of course, Monica. She missed the sex, but she missed Monica even more, it seemed, and she wasn’t sure what to think of that.

Stacey, Trish’s mom, was placing a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table when Trish entered the kitchen. Stacey wore a pair of black bicycle shorts and a matching sports bra with a white tank top over that, ready for her morning run once Trish left for school. She had her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and Trish couldn’t help but admire how pretty her mother was.

“Good morning, sweetheart, and happy birthday.” Stacey kissed her cheek after Trish had taken her usual spot at the table.

Trish beamed up at her “Thanks, Mom.”

“You must be super excited today. Last day of school, birthday party, a sleepover with your bestie…”

Trish nodded and shoveled the egg into her mouth as if she hadn’t eaten in a month. She swallowed and took a drink of her OJ. “Yeah! I can’t wait.” She giggled.

Stacey pointed at her with her fork. “Slow down and enjoy your food. I don’t need you to be choking, now, do I?”

“Sorry, Mom. Just excited to get this day started,” Trish said sheepishly, the heat crawling up her cheeks. She picked up a piece of bacon and bit off a small amount.

“It’s okay. I understand. I was a 12-year-old girl once too, ya know.” Stacey winked then pushed a slice of bacon into her mouth.

Forty-five minutes later, Trish was standing at the corner of Saint Germain and Falkirk streets, waiting for her best friend. The wait wasn’t long, and she smiled, seeing Cindy cross in the middle of the quiet suburban street and dash to her side.

Trish had always thought the girl cute. Curly red hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her fair skin was covered in freckles, which, sadly, had been a never-ending source of amusement for Bobby Baker and his minions. Life at school had been hard for Cindy when she first attended Ledbury Park Elementary. She was a quiet kid, usually sitting in the back of the class, trying not to draw attention to herself. And during lunch, she always sat alone, looking sad and lonely, and that had made Trish sad, too.

So, one day, four years ago, Trish sat at Cindy’s table during lunch and began talking to her. From that moment on, they quickly became inseparable. Even Bobby Baker stopped harassing her and other children. It seemed that he had picked on the wrong kid and found himself with two black eyes and a couple of teeth missing, courtesy of that kid’s big brother.

“Happy birthday!” Cindy said. Her smile was bright, and she bounced on her toes, as excited as Trish was.

“Thanks. I can’t wait for this day to end. I don’t know why we even need to be here. It’s not like we’re gonna do anything on the last day!”

“I know, right?” Cindy agreed as they crossed at the intersection and headed onto school property. “We should just skip.”

Trish stopped and stared at her best friend. “Really? You? Miss perfect attendance wants to skip?”

Cindy stared back, her expression deadpan. Then the corners of her mouth curled up, and she laughed. “Nah. Just yanking your chain, Trish. Let’s go.” Cindy dashed off toward the school with Trish right on her heels.

As they had expected, not much happened during the day. They turned in their textbooks, then some fun activities took place on the sports field, and teachers barbecued hot dogs and hamburgers for the students. By one o’clock, Trish and Cindy were heading out of the school. As planned, Cindy would go to her house first to grab her overnight bag then meet Trish at her place a little later.

After Cindy arrived and her stuff was put in Trish’s room, Stacey drove them to the theatre to catch the latest Marvel movie, then it was back to Trish’s for pizza and birthday cake.

“Oh my gosh! This is so good. But I am stuffed,” Cindy said after swallowing the last morsel of her piece of chocolate cake.

“Yeah, Mom.” Trish pushed her empty plate away. “The cake was awesome. Thanks.”

Stacey chuckled. “You are very welcome. Now, help me clear the table, then presents.”

The girls hopped up and quickly gathered all the plates, glasses, and cutlery. As Trish loaded the dishwasher, Cindy grabbed a dishcloth and wiped down the table. Once done, they moved into the living room. Trish sat on the sofa beside Cindy, bubbling over with excitement. Stacey took a brightly wrapped present from the coffee table and sat in the armchair across from the girls.

“Now, this present is from both your father and me. We talked and agreed that you should have a new, better computer to use. That one,” Stacey nodded toward the desktop PC that sat on a small desk, “is useless and needs to be replaced.” It was a dinosaur, barely able to run the latest version of Windows.

Trish’s eyes widened at the implication. She bounced on her seat, barely able to hold her anticipation. Stacey smiled and handed her the gift.

As Trish tore at the paper, her mother continued, “I never use that PC since I got my laptop, so your father and I figured you should have your own as well.”

“Omigod! This is awesome,” Trish squealed as she pulled the shiny pink laptop from the box. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She glanced at Cindy, who was smiling just as brightly, then she set the computer on the table and dashed to her mother, giving her a huge hug.

“You are very welcome, sweetheart. We hope you enjoy it and trust you to use it appropriately,” Stacey said.

Though her mom was still smiling and happy, Trish could tell she was also being serious. She wasn’t quite sure how she could misuse a computer, though. What was that term she had heard several times before? Watching porn, was it? Maybe that was what her mom meant. “I will, Mom. Promise.”

Trish opened the rest of her gifts. Her mom had bought her some new clothes and the next book in the series she was reading, and both sets of grandparents sent her a card with money. When Cindy handed her the present she had brought, Trish noticed it had a bit of weight to it, even though it wasn’t large. Pulling the paper off, she was delighted to find the complete boxed set of her favorite TV show on Blu-ray.

“Oh, wow, Cindy! Thank you so much!” She pulled her best friend into a big hug.

“You’re welcome.” Cindy giggled, glad that she had picked the right gift.

“Okay, that’s everything,” Stacey said. “I’ll finish cleaning up. You two go do… whatever.” She waved a hand at them then began to pick up the shredded wrapping paper.

“Thanks, Mom.” Trish and Cindy stood and gathered up the gifts before heading up to Trish’s bedroom.

With the door closed, and music playing, Cindy plopped down on the bed, resting with her back against the headboard. Trish busied herself, putting away her new clothes and stashing the birthday money in her wallet. “Thanks again for the present. That was so cool.”

“No sweat. That’s what besties are for.” Cindy smiled brightly.

Trish crawled onto the bed and sat beside Cindy, their shoulders touching. They sat there for a long while, listening to the music and chatting about this and that. They were both glad that school was over for the year. Trish had deliberately avoided bringing up her trip to Edmonton as they would both be sad at being apart for so long. But Cindy had some news of her own that made it not so bad.

“Yeah, Mom told me this morning,” Cindy explained. “I was so excited about your party and stuff, I forgot to tell you.”

“That’s okay. Tell me the details.” Trish turned on the bed to face her friend and sat cross-legged.

“So, we’re flying out to Vancouver the week after you go to your dad’s. We will be visiting my aunt Marcy and my cousins, Holly and Ivy,” Cindy said excitedly.

“Cool. Are they our age? How long will you be gone?”

“They’re twins and yes, the same age. Mom said we’ll be there for two weeks, but we’re going to do some sightseeing and stuff, too.”

“Sounds like you’ll have a blast.”

“Yeah. This will be my first time on a plane. What’s that like?” Cindy looked at her with wide eyes. She was excited about the idea of flying.

“It’s cool, I guess,” Trish said with a shrug, playing the seasoned traveler.

“I bet it is.” Cindy looked over at the new laptop and pointed. “Hey, let’s get into our PJ’s and set up your computer.”

Trish nodded in agreement and slid off the bed with Cindy doing the same. They both quickly stripped down to their panties, neither feeling the least bit modest in front of the other, then slipped on a long tee-shirt. But not before Trish let her eyes travel over the nearly naked body of her best friend while Cindy had her back turned. Damn, she had a cute bum. Her budding breasts and panty-clad pussy were visible in the mirror attached to her dresser. Trish swallowed, her vaginal muscles clenching involuntarily as a little tingle of pleasure pulsed through her. No, no, no, Trish scolded herself. She tore her eyes away and grabbed the laptop from the dresser as Cindy pulled hers from her bag.

The two then made themselves comfortable, side by side on the bed. Cindy left her laptop closed and at her feet as she watched Trish fire hers up. For the next little while, they busied themselves setting up her Wi-Fi connection, email, and other programs she would regularly be using. Once done, they browsed for a while and watched some videos on YouTube, singing along with the music videos or laughing at some fail compilations.

“I want to show you a site I found the other day,” Cindy said quietly like it was a secret or something.

“Okay. What’s the address?” Trish asked, ready to type it in.

Cindy shook her head and grabbed her laptop. “No, we’ll use mine. It’s kinda naughty, and your mom knows about computers and might find out. My parents are sorta dumb when it comes to computers and stuff.” She giggled, her face turning pink.

Trish was intrigued now. The thought of something naughty sent shivers up her spine. “Okay,” Trish said, closing her laptop and setting it aside as Cindy opened hers and turned it on. It only took a few moments to log on to the net, and Cindy opened the browser and clicked on a bookmark.

“View-Me?” Trish asked, reading the name of the site when it appeared. It didn’t seem naughty, not the homepage anyway. There were a bunch of pictures of people that were nothing special.

“Yeah. It’s a live video chat thing where you can watch people doing stuff,” Cindy said, barely above a whisper.

“Stuff? What kinda stuff?”

Cindy logged into the site then went to the favorites tab. She scrolled down until she found a particular username and clicked on it. Instantly, a live video feed from Cherry282 came to life. Trish gasped at the scene.

The image showed a bedroom, obviously belonging to a young girl. It was decorated in pinks and yellows. The comforter was splashed with cartoon characters from Frozen, and Trish could see a stuffed unicorn on her dresser. But she didn’t need those clues because the girl was right there on the bed, facing the camera. She appeared to be the same age as Trish and Cindy, wearing a tee-shirt as they did… but unlike them, she was not wearing panties.

Much to Trish’s surprise, the girl was on her knees, holding her pussy open for the world to see.

“Oh my God!” Trish gasped. She glanced over at Cindy then back to the screen, amazed that something like this existed—and at how fast she was getting turned on. “Can she see us? Does she know we’re watching?”

Cindy shook her head. “She knows I’m logged on and in her chatroom.” She pointed at a chat window to the right of the video. “And she can see all these comments, but she can only see someone who’s watching by going into a private chatroom with them.”

“Wow. That’s wild.” Trish watched as the young blonde toyed with her clit and leaned in, apparently reading the comments as they scrolled by. “Is there sound?”

“Yeah.” Cindy increased the volume a bit, and Trish could hear the girl talking and answering the questions from the chat.

“Are there a lot of girls doing this on here?” Trish could feel the heat between her legs, and her cheeks growing warm as a result.

“I’ve only seen a few. But this one has been on every night this week.”

Trish swallowed as the girl slipped a finger into her pussy at the request of a viewer. Damn, it was so hot. Trish knew she would need to get herself off before the night was through. She wondered if Cindy was getting just as turned on by the show. And if she masturbated when she was home alone watching these girls on screen.

A thought occurred to her then, and she looked over at her friend. Did Cindy like girls, too? Sex wasn’t something they ever talked about or even hinted at. Trish couldn’t have, anyway, not knowing anything about it before spring break.

They were sitting cross-legged again, and Cindy had an arm resting on her thigh. Her hand was hidden under the hem of her tee-shirt and Trish wondered if maybe she was doing some fingering of her own.

“Wow,” Trish whispered. “Have you ever… you know… done that?” She pointed at the girl on screen, her fingers now a blur over her clit.

“What? Play with myself or do it online?” Cindy asked.

The thought of Cindy liking sex, and liking girls as well, was a relief. At least she assumed Cindy liked girls. Why else would she be watching them masturbate online? Trish had always thought Cindy pretty, but since her week with Monica, she’d realized she found Cindy desirable. But as much as she wanted to tell Cindy, she’d been afraid. Afraid she might scare her away and ruin their friendship. This new insight into her best friend’s sexuality brought the possibility one step closer. “Either.”

“I’ve never done anything online… but it kinda crossed my mind.” Cindy gave her a sly grin and pointed at the girl on the screen who was on the brink of orgasm. “And everyone masturbates. Right?”

Trish’s eyes went wide. Holy crap! Here she’d thought she knew everything about her best friend, but it turned out she didn’t. If Cindy had confided in her about the whole masturbating thing earlier, Trish could have been enjoying orgasms long ago. “Yeah. Right. Of course,” she stammered.

Cindy studied her closely, squinting as if trying to bore into her head. “You do masturbate… right?” she asked. Cindy must have seen the blush on Trish’s cheeks. “I mean… I do it, so I figured you did too. I mean…”

“No. Yes. I mean,” Trish stammered again. “Yes, I do. Like everyone…” she sighed and glanced up at Cindy. “To be honest, I only started doing it a few months ago.” There was no need to let her friend know about everything else that happened during spring break.

Cindy smiled sweetly. “It doesn’t matter when you start, and I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn’t mean to.” Cindy touched Trish’s knee, causing her to jump. “Sorry.”

“No. No. It’s okay, and you didn’t embarrass me,” she lied. The touch hadn’t scared her. Instead, it had sent a very pleasant jolt right up to her core. Trish looked back at the screen, but the video feed was gone—the girl had enjoyed her orgasm for tonight.

“So, you want to give it a try?”

Trish’s head snapped back to her friend. Her mouth dropped, her eyes widened, and her clit jumped to attention and screamed, fuck yeah! She knew damn well what but asked anyway. “Give what a try?”

Cindy grinned. “Go online. Start our own chat room. Do something naughty?”

Trish swallowed and cocked her head. “Who are you, and what have you done with Cindy?” She paused for a response, but Cindy just kept on grinning. Trish felt a playful smirk form on her lips, too. “So, you want to masturbate together? Online? Is it safe? What if someone recognizes us?”

Cindy shook her head. “Pretty slim chance that anyone we know would be on here, and we can keep the camera pointed down a bit, so our faces aren’t in the shot.”

Trish’s belly was flip-flopping, and her clit was throbbing at the idea. This was freaking nuts. “Okay,” she finally decided. “Let’s do this.”

The live chat was quickly set up, and the two girls were soon chatting with those who had joined their room. It didn’t take too long before the comments turned to naughty requests, mostly thanks to Cindy putting that suggestion out there.

They ignored the crude and disgusting ones, which were in the majority. Then came a request from user Janet232. Kiss was all it said. Cindy and Trish looked at each other and giggled. This was an excellent place to begin their evening of naughtiness. Trish’s body was thrumming, and she was more than ready to start.

As far as she knew, Cindy had never kissed anyone, so she made the first move. She leaned in, puckered, and closed her eyes. Meeting Cindy’s lips, she was surprised at how soft and moist they were. It didn’t take long before something was pushing against her lips, trying to gain entrance to her mouth. Cindy’s tongue. Oh, man! Will the surprises never end?

She parted her lips and allowed entrance. Cindy’s tongue swirled around as the girl brought a hand to the back of Trish’s head, holding them together for several moments before breaking the kiss. Trish just stared at her, blinking, both breathing a little harder.

Cindy winked and turned back to the screen. “How about this one?” she said, pointing at a request from BoPeep1210.

Trish looked. Take off your panties and show us your pussies, it read.

There was no discussion between them, for when Trish looked to Cindy, her friend was already pulling off her underwear. Trish only hesitated for a second before pulling her own off. They got on their knees, and like the girl they had watched earlier, they spread themselves for the camera.

It went on like this for a while. People wanted to see their vaginas or clits or assholes. The entire time, Trish stole glances at her friend’s glistening pussy. Cindy was just as aroused as she was. When Trish saw a request that they masturbate, she pointed it out to Cindy.

“Finally,” Cindy said. “I’ve needed to come for a while.”

Again, Trish looked at her cute—no, her damn sexy—redheaded friend. Where had this side of her been for the last few years? As they positioned themselves so their voyeuristic audience could watch them rub one out, Trish hoped someone would suggest that they go down on each other. Honestly, she was surprised no one had yet. And if someone did, she hoped even more that Cindy would be game.

As they knelt there rubbing themselves, Trish knew it wouldn’t take her long to come, and judging by the sounds Cindy was making, her friend was close as well. It was then that someone suggested they finish each other off at the same time. Neither of them had to think about it. It was the next logical step. Trish touched Cindy’s pussy, and Cindy touched hers. The jolt of electricity that shot through her at that moment was enough to make Trish fall back, but she caught herself with her free arm and returned to the task.

Cindy’s pussy was soft and wet. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this. She explored her best friend’s slit while Cindy did the same to her. Trish moaned when Cindy slipped a finger inside her, then she reciprocated, and Cindy bucked. Their hips rolled in unison as they fingered each other with abandon.

Soon, the orgasms overtook them, and they collapsed back onto the bed. They lay there together, panting, ignoring the comments popping up on the laptop. After a time, they sat up. Minds hazy with the afterglow, they didn’t give much thought to the idea of keeping their faces from view anymore.

“Blue, how about you give Red’s clit a nice kiss?” a commenter had typed.

Trish looked at Cindy. “Blue?”

Cindy pointed at the tee-shirt Trish wore. It was blue. Then she pointed to her hair. Red, of course.

“Oh,” Trish said slowly. The throb between her legs was outpacing the pounding in her chest, even though she’d just come. Cindy shrugged and spread her legs for her. Trish swallowed and raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Cindy nodded and gave her a wink. God, this day kept getting better and better.

Trish moved into position. The scent of Cindy’s arousal filled her nostrils and caused a fresh release of her juices. Slowly, she lowered her mouth and touched her friend’s swollen clit. She kissed it, then kept her mouth there, unmoving, letting Cindy’s juices seep past her lips until she could taste the tanginess.

Cindy had twitched at first contact then settled. But when Trish pulled away and looked up at her friend, she saw that Cindy’s chest was heaving, her breathing was shallow and rapid, and her eyes were glazed over. Had she made Cindy come again? Or was Cindy about to when Trish stopped?

Trish just stared at her for the longest moment. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

Cindy was beginning to calm. She nodded.

“Don’t leave her hanging! Make her come. Lick her pussy.” Trish read the newest comment aloud. She looked back to Cindy, swallowing hard and hoping her friend would agree.

“Please, Trish. I’m so close. It’s never been so quick before.” Her voice was quiet, quivering, and maybe a bit unsure. But Trish could hear the need, the want, in it.

“Okay,” she croaked.

“Close that first.” Cindy pointed at the laptop.

Trish did so without question, imagining the chorus of moans and curses coming from their viewers. This was much too intimate to share, and she was glad Cindy had asked her to end the video stream. She moved into position again and gently spread Cindy’s legs. She studied the girl’s pussy for a moment, noticing just now the small patch of fine red hair on her mons. It was so fine in fact that it was almost blonde.

She looked up at Cindy, her friend’s expression a mixture of need, fear, and excitement. Trish was just as nervous. This was a big step for their friendship, and she hoped doing this wouldn’t ruin it. “Ready?” Trish asked.

Cindy gave her a slight nod.

The intoxicating scent of Cindy’s sex greeted her again as Trish placed a trail of kisses along the girl’s thigh until she reached the apex. She kissed the outer lips then the clit before pushing the flat of her tongue along the length of her best friend’s pussy.

Cindy moaned, pushing her hips up in response. Trish played her tongue up and down, dipping into the girl’s core before teasing and chasing the sensitive bud. As she sucked it into her mouth, Cindy bucked and dug a hand into Trish’s hair, holding her head in place. Soft pleas from above made Trish work a little harder. She was rewarded with a strangled cry, and Trish felt her friend stiffen and arch.

Trish kept her mouth on Cindy’s sex as the girl twitched with each aftershock. Soon, she relaxed, resting back onto the bed, her grip on Trish’s hair eased. When she finally let go, Trish moved to lay beside her.

“You okay?” Trish asked softly.

Cindy turned to her, a warm, happy smile on her face. “Yeah. That was awesome!” Her face reddened slightly. “I’ve never done that before.”

The confession surprised Trish. Cindy had seemed so confident, so sure of herself that Trish had assumed Cindy must have had some measure of sexual experience. “Never… been licked?”

Cindy’s blush deepened. “Never done anything with anyone. Just me and my fingers.” There was a pause. “Have you? I mean, you seemed okay with it, and you knew what you were doing down there. At least it sure felt like it from my end.” Cindy’s nervous giggle sounded sweet to Trish’s ears, and another wave of arousal added to her already wet pussy.

Trish deflected, not sure if she was ready to tell Cindy about everything that happened during spring break. “I didn’t know you were into girls. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” She chuckled softly. “You’ve never said anything.”

Cindy shrugged. “I wanted to tell you. But I wasn’t sure how’d you react. You’re my best and only friend and I didn’t want to screw that up.”

She looked at the cute redhead for a moment, studying her. A small smile pulled at Cindy’s lips, and her blue eyes sparkled. “So, what changed?” Trish asked. “I mean, the naughty website and the kiss and the touching and the…” Trish blushed at the thought of licking Cindy’s pussy.

“You did,” Cindy replied. “You seemed different right after spring break. I thought I was imagining things at first, but then I saw it, the way you were looking at other girls at school. The way you looked at me when you thought I couldn’t see.” Cindy laughed. “I saw you checking me out in the mirror when we got changed, ya know.”

Trish’s heart was thumping so hard, she thought it might burst right out of her chest. “I… um…”

“It’s okay, Trish. I’m glad you decided to come out, or whatever happened while you were away. And I’m glad you were my first.”

“So, what does this mean?” Trish was confused. “For our friendship? For us?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to. Other than we have something new and fun to do together.” Cindy grinned mischievously and waggled her eyebrows.

Relief washed over Trish. She was glad that their friendship was still intact, and that Cindy didn’t want them to be girlfriends. If all she wanted was to have sex occasionally, then that was great. She wondered what Monica would think about it. A little pang of guilt shot through her then. Why? Why did she feel guilty? Surely not because she was probably going to have sex with Cindy on the regular…

Her thoughts were interrupted when a warm hand moved behind her neck and pulled her down. Soft lips touched hers, and suddenly Cindy was kissing her. Hard. There was a loud moan, and Trish wasn’t sure which of them made it. She moved into Cindy’s arms and lay partially on top of her, draping a leg across the girl. Her pussy pressed against Cindy’s thigh, sending electric shocks coursing through her. She kissed her friend hungrily, rolling her hips, looking for release, and feeling herself close already.

Cindy pushed her away, breaking the kiss. “No!” she panted. “Not like that.”

Trish was confused. But only for a moment as it became apparent what Cindy meant as she rolled Trish onto her back. She craned her neck to watch as the cute redhead moved down Trish’s body and spread her legs wide, much like Trish had done to her, not that long before.

Cindy’s mouth on her clit sent shockwaves through her body that quickly overwhelmed her. After just a few licks, a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. She had to bite down on her fist to keep from screaming out. Her body twitched with many pleasant aftershocks, much to her delight. Cindy stayed with her, gently licking and kissing the sensitive flesh of her pussy.

When it was done, Cindy moved up beside her, and they kissed. Trish could easily make out the taste of her juices on Cindy’s lips, cheeks, and chin. “Wow. That was wonderful,” Trish said.

“Really? I did okay?”

“You were amazing. I’m sorry I didn’t last very long.”

Cindy shrugged. “That’s okay. Maybe next time we can take it slower. And without the internet.”

Trish felt her pussy clench and relax at Cindy’s sexy grin. Then Cindy kissed her, and she knew there wouldn’t be much sleep to be had tonight. For the rest of the night, they continued to explore each other’s bodies until the orgasms finally sapped the last of their strength. Turning off the lights, they crawled under the covers and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

 

On to Chapter 2

By Amanda Lynn

We had turned the lights off a while ago. The glow of the TV was the only thing breaking the shadows of the room. The movie we had picked was by no means scary, but my heart pounded in my chest nonetheless. I wondered if she could hear it. She was close enough. Her bare thigh was brushing against mine and our shoulders rubbed as we sat there on the sofa.

I was trying hard to control my breathing; it was quick and ragged, as we sat there in the dark. It wasn’t easy, trying not to reveal my excitement. Soft fingers glided gently over the skin of my inner thigh. They crept further up, never quite reaching the top. Then, they would travel back down, only to repeat the journey.

I swallowed hard, not daring to look at her in fear of breaking whatever spell I was under and she would stop. But how I wished she would move her fingers higher up my thigh. She would feel my wetness and know how much I ached for her touch.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s back things up a couple of days….

My name is Cassidy, or Cass for short. I am ten years old and live in the boring town of Boring, Montana. Honest, that’s its name. Our tiny town boasts a general store, church, post office, and a volunteer fire department. That’s it. It takes an hour by bus to get to school in the morning and another hour to get home. My family, that’s Mom, Dad, and me, live on a huge parcel of land. Our house is on one corner of the property, with the rest covered by apple and pear orchards. The farm has been in the family for many generations. When the fruit is ripe, the farmhands harvest it and we sell the fruit to the grocery stores in neighboring towns, and farmers’ markets, but most of the fruit goes to our distillery, which is also on our property, where it’s made into cider and wine.

Anyway, on this snowy weekend, I found myself at my aunt and uncle’s house a couple of towns over. My mom had entered a trivia contest on the radio a while back, and she won an all-expense paid, four-day vacation for two to Las Vegas. It was all very exciting at my place when mom told us the news. Daddy was happy but he didn’t think it was a good idea for him to leave the business for that long. That disappointed Mom but my uncle, Dad’s brother, said he would be more than happy to keep an eye on things while they were away. Daddy eventually agreed after much coaxing from Mom, and the evening before they were to catch their flight, they dropped me off there.

I was super thrilled to be there because I would be spending the weekend with my cousins Debbie and Nancy. The three of us have always gotten along great and enjoy hanging out whenever we get a chance. Debbie is eight and Nancy is fourteen, and over the last year, I developed the biggest crush on Nancy. She is so cool. The way she acts, the way she dresses, the way she wears her hair and makeup. She’s so pretty, with her brown hair hanging at her shoulders and big blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. Everything about her makes my pulse quicken. She’s always nice to me, of course, but it was obvious that she didn’t melt in my presence the way I did when she was around.

Something was different about her this visit, though. Not in a physical way, but more in the way she acted around me. When I arrived on Thursday it was around 7 PM. Nancy had been at a friend’s house and didn’t get home until 9, so I barely got to see her before bedtime. She did give me a big hug when she got home, though, and it seemed like she was never going to let me go, which I didn’t mind at all. Feeling her arms around me and her boobs pressing against my chest sent delicious tingles through me.

Nancy stayed with Debbie and me, chatting and catching up as we set up the foldout couch in the family room. Debbie’s room is small with a single bed, and as everyone knows, sleepovers are more fun when you’re in the same room. So, we picked the family room to sleep in. It was a basement apartment really, where my aunt’s mom had lived. When she passed a few years back, Nancy moved her stuff down to her grandmother’s old room. I thought Nancy was so lucky, to have a place of her own.

With the bed made, teeth brushed, and nightclothes on, Debbie and I crawled into the bed. Nancy wished us a good night as she touched my arm, letting her fingers trace its length. It was a wonderful feeling and I wished she wouldn’t stop. But she did, then gave me a big smile before heading down the hall to her room. Debbie and I talked quietly for a while until we both drifted off to sleep.

My bladder woke me the next morning. I groaned and stretched. The sofa bed was not as comfy as my bed back home. I stared up at the ceiling for a bit, letting the fog clear from my brain. Debbie was still asleep, her breathing slow and rhythmic. Not wanting to wake her, I gently pulled the covers aside and sat up, swinging my legs out of bed.

The bathroom was just to the left as you entered the hall, and as I made my way around the corner I froze. It seemed that Nancy was on her way to the bathroom too. I looked at her — stared, really. She was wearing a pair of light blue bikini briefs and nothing else. Her eyes went wide as mine traveled up her flat abdomen to her small breasts. She brought an arm up across her chest to cover them, but not before I got an eyeful of the creamy smooth skin and hardening nipples.

“Jeez, Cass. You scared the crap out of me,” Nancy chuckled.

“Sorry, I n-needed to pee,” I stammered.

She held out the arm that wasn’t covering those pretty boobs and indicated the bathroom. “After you.”

I smiled meekly at her and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I didn’t start breathing again until I was sitting on the toilet. All I could see in my mind’s eye were Nancy’s perky little boobs. I felt a spark of excitement that went straight to my clit. I moaned and immediately covered my mouth, hoping Nancy hadn’t heard it.

When I left the bathroom, I was a bit disappointed to see that Nancy had put on a T-shirt. She smiled and squeezed my shoulder as she passed me, closing the bathroom door behind her. The touch sent another shiver through me and the desire to touch myself caused my hand to wander on its own. The sound of Nancy’s voice singing from the other side of the bathroom door drew my attention to what I was doing. I yanked my hand from my panties before I had a chance to feel the dampness that was there.

***

“Good morning, sweetheart,” my aunt said from where she stood at the stove. I looked up from my plate of bacon and eggs as Nancy strolled into the kitchen. She looked stunning in a pair of snug jeans and a blue sweater. She wore her hair in a ponytail this morning and it swayed as she walked.

“Morning, Mom,” she said and gave her mother a peck on the cheek.

“Get yourself some orange juice and have a seat. Your breakfast will be ready in a minute.”

Nancy poured her juice and our eyes met when she turned toward the breakfast table. Her smile was so sweet, and she gave me a playful wink. My heart skipped a beat and when she passed behind me to get to her chair, she ran her fingertips across my shoulders. I stiffened for just a second, then relaxed, enjoying the sensation. I had to squeeze my thighs together to quell the familiar pulsing between my legs. She moved to her chair and I instantly missed the touch when it was gone.

I smiled back at her as the warmth crawled up my neck. “Hi,” I said softly.

“Hi,” she replied. “Did you sleep okay on the sofa bed?”

I nodded and had to pull my gaze away from Nancy’s sparkling blue eyes. Having sensations between my legs like I did right then was not new, but this time they seemed different. More intense, more urgent, and I wasn’t sure what it meant.

I had been exploring my body for almost two years. Touching and rubbing my clit. Slipping a finger inside my pussy and teasing my bum, humping my teddy bear or pillow until that pleasant warmth washed over me. Usually, my explorations happened when I went to bed. But sometimes, when I was home alone, I would strip naked and dance around the house. Once I even humped the arm of the sofa in the living room. It felt so naughty, and made that warm feeling even stronger.

Glancing over at Nancy, I wondered if she ever did things like that. If she ever touched herself at night. What did she think about when she did? An image of a topless Nancy dressed in blue panties humping a pillow flashed through my mind and I had to fight the urge to touch myself. What the hell was happening to me?

“Are you okay, Cass?”

“Huh? What?” I said. Nancy was looking at me, an eyebrow raised. A renewed warmth climbed my face.

“You were staring off into space,” Nancy said with a chuckle.

“Oh.” I swallowed. “I’m fine.” I gave her a sheepish smile and turned back to my breakfast. Geez, get a grip. I forced the naughty thoughts from my head. It wasn’t like Nancy would ever want to do anything with me. Besides, I wouldn’t even know what to do if she did. I knew about the mechanics of sex, what a man and a woman did together. I also knew what it meant to be gay, and what two women could do together made me curious.

The only incident I ever had that could be remotely considered a sexual experience with someone else was the time last summer, behind the school when Billy Green dropped his pants and dared me and my friend, Sarah, to do the same. Sarah did so gladly and I, not wanting to seem the wimp, reluctantly followed. I spent more time looking at Sarah’s pussy than Billy’s little cock, though. When he dared us to suck it, Sarah was happy to. I thought it was gross and refused. It was that night, as I touched myself and images of Sarah’s bald slit filled my mind, that I wondered if maybe I was gay.

When we finished eating and had helped clear the dishes, we headed back to the family room. Debbie and I were going to play with her Barbies, and it looked as if Nancy was going to her room, but before she disappeared down the hall she stopped and turned to us.

“Hey, guys,” she said, “how about we head to the hill and go sledding?”

Debbie beamed. “Yeah! Can we?”

“Sure. Cass, you up for it?”

“Okay, sounds like fun,” I said, happy to be spending some more time with Nancy.

The three of us hurried upstairs and put on coats, hats, boots, and gloves. Nancy retrieved three sleds from the shed and handed each of us one. The late morning air was crisp, and our breath billowed like smoke as we trekked off down the road to a large hill. We had the hill to ourselves today and by the look of the virgin snow that blanketed it, no one had been here in a while.

“Let’s race down,” Nancy suggested when we reached the top.

Debbie and I eagerly agreed, and we lined up, side by side on our sleds. Nancy counted down. “One, two, three, go!” We pushed through the snow with our hands until gravity took over. It wasn’t a quick race, as the snow on the hillside was deep. It would take a few runs to pack it down and make it more fun.

After our fourth or fifth trip down the hill, our speeds did indeed increase. The three of us whooped, cheered, and laughed as we whizzed down the hill, but climbing to the top repeatedly became tiring so we took a break and Debbie suggested we build a snowman. We gathered sticks for arms from a nearby tree line and small stones from the edge of the road to make the eyes, nose, and mouth.

I was standing back admiring our work when a snowball smacked me in the back of the head. I turned to see Nancy pointing at me, a big grin on her face. She reached down and picked up some more snow to make another ball.

“Oh no, you don’t!” I called as I hurriedly made my own.

Her second snowball caught me in the shoulder just as I threw mine. It landed in the middle of her chest. Lucky snowball. Two more flew between us, each hitting their targets. Then, not expecting it, Nancy was hit from another direction. Debbie had joined in and was apparently on my side.

“Two against one, I see,” Nancy laughed and tossed her next round at her sister. Between the two of us, it didn’t take long to drive Nancy to her knees where she begged for mercy. Debbie cheered and jumped on her sister, knocking her onto her back. I moved quickly to Nancy’s side and laughed as I looked down at the two of them. I wanted to be down there too, rolling around with Nancy, but didn’t know if I should.

My doubt was soon put to rest when Nancy reached up, grabbed my hand, and yanked me down with them. I landed directly on top of the teen. My leg between her thighs, my chest pressing against her breasts, my face just inches above her. I froze and stared into her eyes as my heart thumped in my chest.

“Are you going to kiss?” Debbie asked teasingly.

“What? No!” I said, but before I could move, Nancy leaned up, gave me a quick peck on the lips, then rolled me onto my back and tried to tickle me. Which wasn’t easy through a thick winter coat. I laughed and squirmed, but enjoyed her touch anyway. Not wanting her sister to feel left out, she switched her attention to Debbie after a moment or two.

That was when I tackled Nancy, and Debbie joined in. I tried to tickle under her arms but her squirming from side to side caused my hands to play across her chest more than once. I told myself it was my imagination, but I was sure I could feel her boobs through the layers of clothes. If I was touching them, Nancy didn’t seem to mind, or she didn’t notice.

Exhausted, the three of us collapsed onto the snowy ground and stared up into the sky as we caught our breath. But lying still made us aware of the cold that was piercing our skin.

“We should head home,” Nancy said. “I don’t know about you two, but my pants are soaked.”

Debbie and I agreed. My pants were wet all right, but it wasn’t just from the snow. We got to our feet, grabbed our sleds, and trudged home.

Once inside and rid of our winter clothes, Nancy suggested we change into something dry. Debbie headed off to her room and I followed Nancy downstairs.

“I may need a crowbar to get these jeans off,” I said as I popped the button. They were snug and hard enough to get off when they were dry, let alone soaking wet. Nancy stopped in her tracks, then turned and approached.

“Let me help,” she said as a mischievous grin crossed her face.

I swallowed, both excited and nervous about what she was going to do. She stood in front of me and pulled down my zipper. Grabbing the jeans at the waist, she yanked them down over my hips, then with a gentle shove pushed me onto the sofa. I fell back with a yelp and watched her wide-eyed as she, in one fluid motion, pulled my pants by the cuffs, down and off.

“Is your shirt wet, too?” she asked, looking down at me with a smile.

I nodded. “Yeah.” Nancy reached down and pulled my sweater and T-shirt from my body.

“Your legs are red from the cold, let me warm them,” Nancy said and knelt in front of me. She placed her hands on my thighs and rubbed the slightly numb skin.

I was enjoying Nancy’s attention, and the warmth of the room on my frozen skin was soothing. So much so in fact that my nudity didn’t register with me, at least not until I took a moment to glance down at her hands. Yes, my legs were red. Nancy’s hands were moving up and down my thighs creating heat from their friction as well as other pleasant sensations. Also, my panties were gone. Where were my panties? I glanced down to where my discarded jeans lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, and tangled in the soaked denim were my panties. Nancy had pulled them off along with my jeans. Did she do that on purpose?

Modesty should have had me covering myself, but I didn’t. Instead, I swallowed nervously and spread my thighs. Just a little. Just enough for Nancy to get a good look if she wanted. And she did. Her gaze darted to my pussy and stayed there for a long moment. She grinned and slid her hands to the inside of my thigh, moving upward. I held my breath, wondering how far she would go.

Debbie picked that moment to come bounding down the stairs, causing Nancy to jerk her hands away and stand. Damn. Couldn’t Debbie have waited a few minutes more?

Nancy gave me an apologetic smile and wink before hurrying off to her room to change. I sighed and grabbed my overnight bag for some dry clothes.

“Aren’t you dressed yet?” Debbie said looking up and down my naked body.

“I had some trouble getting my pants off because they’re wet,” I said hoarsely. It wasn’t a complete lie.

She studied me for a moment, a strange smirk on her lips, then turned and headed for her Barbies. I stood there in all my naked glory, wondering what that smirk was about.

***

It had taken what felt like forever for Nancy to come out of her room after she had gone to change. When she finally did, we spent the rest of the afternoon playing Uno on the family room floor. Even though it was the middle of winter, the three of us were wearing T-shirts and shorts. The wood stove that sat in the corner of the family room was going strong, keeping us toasty warm.

We sat in a loose circle, far enough apart so as to not see each other’s cards, but not so far as to prevent Nancy from occasionally reaching over and running her fingers up my back or across my thigh. Each time she touched me a bolt of excitement shot through my body. Her teasing touches continued until we were called for supper.

Unlike breakfast and lunch, where the three of us sat at the kitchen table, supper was eaten in the dining room. My uncle sat at the head of the table while my aunt sat at the foot. Nancy and I were side by side while Debbie sat across from us.

“What did you girls do today?” My uncle asked, spooning some peas onto his plate.

“We went sledding and built a snowman and had a snowball fight,” Debbie answered enthusiastically.

“Is that right?” he replied with a chuckle, then asked Nancy, “Please pass the biscuits, sweetheart.”

“Sure, Daddy,” she said and passed him the plate of warm biscuits. Once he had taken it, her hand moved beneath the table and to my thigh. I jerked at the unexpected touch, my face along with other parts of me warming instantly. A glance around the table told me that no one had seen my reaction.

She left it there for several moments, caressing that spot. Soon her fingers traveled up and slipped under the hem of my shorts. I swallowed the mashed potato that was in my mouth and had to take a long drink of water. I squirmed in my chair and shot her a look. I wanted her hand there. I wanted her to touch me, but damn, not at the supper table.

Nancy gave me a saucy grin and withdrew her hand. I breathed a silent sigh of relief, even though my body was disappointed.

We enjoyed our meal and pleasant conversation, after which Nancy and I helped my aunt with the cleanup and washing the dishes.

The three of us soon found ourselves in the family room once again, carrying on with our card game. “You guys want to watch a movie?” Nancy asked after we had played a few rounds.

“Can we watch Frozen 2?” Debbie asked with a big smile on her face.

Nancy groaned. “Again? You’ve seen it a hundred times I’m sure.”

“I haven’t seen it yet,” I added.

Nancy grimaced and sighed. “Fine. Frozen it is. Why don’t you two get into your nightclothes and I’ll make us some popcorn?”

Debbie and I agreed and quickly stripped. She put on a pair of pajamas, while I pulled on my favorite nightshirt. It looked more like an oversized T-shirt that came to mid-thigh, but it was comfy. When Nancy returned a few minutes later with a big bowl of buttery popcorn and three glasses of pop, all balanced on a tray, she looked at me and grinned.

“That looks comfortable.” She nodded her head at my sleepwear. “I think I’ll change too,” she added, setting down the bowl. She was back a few moments later wearing a light blue tank top that hugged her boobs and left bare a huge expanse of skin above the waistband of her matching panties. My eyes were drawn to her shiny belly button piercing that swayed as she moved. I swallowed hard and forced myself to look away from the jewelry and right into her sparkling eyes.

She grinned at me, then squatted in front of the shelves that held books and DVDs. As she searched, I found myself once again gazing at her bare skin and fixated on the exposed bit of her butt crack. My stomach and pussy clenched when I thought about how easy it would be just to reach out and pull the material of her panties down farther. Damn, she was sexy.

“Here it is,” Nancy said and stood. I jumped, startled out of my trance. God, I needed to get a grip. She popped the DVD into the machine and turned on the TV. I sat at one end of the sofa while Nancy sat next to me and Debbie took up a spot at the other end.

Nancy reached up to flick off the light switch, which was positioned on the wall above my head. When she did so, she leaned against me, one of her breasts tantalizingly close to my face. I couldn’t help but look. The boob strained against the material and I could make out the areola and bud of her nipple. My mouth went dry and I had to lick my lips.

“Like what you see?” she said in a hushed voice as the room darkened.

I didn’t reply. I’m not sure I could have anyway. Nancy settled into her spot, her thigh touching mine. I was sure there was enough room between her and Debbie that she could have shuffled over a bit. But apparently, she didn’t want to, and for that I was glad.

We sat in silence. Watching the movie and munching on popcorn. The warmth from the wood stove was pleasant but not as pleasant as the heat that radiated from Nancy. We weren’t long into the movie when a gentle touch to my knee sent a tingle through me. Nancy’s hand was resting there, doing nothing else. I swallowed and glanced at her. She looked straight ahead, never taking her eyes from the movie.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” Nancy whispered.

“Huh? Who?” I said, confused by the question.

Nancy nodded at the screen. “Elsa. Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I replied.

“I bet the rumors are true.”

“What rumors?” I asked.

“That she’s a lesbian,” Nancy said. She moved her hand then. From my knee to my thigh. “I bet she’s even fooled around with Anna.”

I looked at her in utter shock. “They’re sisters.”

Nancy shrugged. “True, but it doesn’t mean they didn’t,” She chuckled and caressed my leg from my knee to a spot midway up my thigh.

Images of Elsa and Anna, naked and exploring each other’s body, plus Nancy’s touch had my body on fire. The desire between my legs was strong and I knew my panties were wet.

Her fingers moved to my inner thigh, gently stroking my skin, getting ever closer to my center. But then she would retreat and repeat the process. Her teasing went on for what seemed like forever. Up to my thigh then back again, so damn close but not quite. I knew my body was quivering, I knew my breathing was ragged. I knew I was only a touch away from coming.

Once more her hand moved upward, but this time she brushed the edge of my panties. My chest tightened. Was this it? Was she finally going to touch me? She hesitated there, her finger toying with the edge of my underwear. I wanted to scream, I wanted to grab her hand and press it against my aching pussy.

Her hand moved, this time up to my hip bone. I opened my mouth to speak but snapped it shut as Nancy’s hand cupped my panty-clad pussy. I held my breath, not daring to move. Surely, she could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric. When her hand moved, I thought she was pulling it away in disgust. Instead, she gently caressed me. One finger pushed against my folds then to my clit. The feeling was electric. Sensations I had never felt before shot from my clit. I gasped and my pelvis thrust upward.

My orgasm was intense, much more intense than anything I had ever given myself. My body stiffened for a moment. I gripped the seat cushion and bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. Debbie was just a few feet away, and she didn’t need to see me coming at her sister’s hand.

Quite aware of what she had done to me, Nancy stilled her hand but didn’t remove it. Slowly my world returned to normal and I dared a glance at her. Nancy simply grinned and turned her attention back to the movie. I peeked over at Debbie, who was much too interested in what was happening on the TV to notice the naughtiness her big sister was up to.

Warmth climbed my face as the realization of what had happened hit home. Nancy, the older girl that I had such a crush on, had made me come. Damn, I was in heaven. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine this would happen. Nancy’s hand moved against my still sensitive skin, her finger making little circles over my clit. My hips jerked in response. Was she trying to make me come again?

As my heart began to pound again, I wondered what it would be like to touch her. Would she let me? Tentatively, I placed a shaky hand on her leg. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch and it only took a second or two to work up the courage to explore further. Following her example from earlier, I let my hand travel up and down her thigh. I moved slowly, enjoying its smoothness, working my way closer to her pussy. Dare I be so bold? Would she let me do this? My pussy throbbed, both from Nancy’s continuing caresses and my lustful desires.

It was then the door to the family room opened. The sound of someone descending the stairs made Nancy and me pull our hands away and quickly adjust our positions. I looked up at my aunt and smiled, hoping we looked innocent, even though I felt anything but.

“Is the movie almost over, girls? It’s getting late,” she asked.

“Just about, Mom. Five minutes or so,” Nancy replied.

“Okay then,” she said, picking up the tray with the empty popcorn bowl and glasses. She gave Nancy and me a strange look. God, could she tell that something had happened between us? I was thankful for the low lighting in the room that hid the blush on my cheeks.

“Goodnight, girls,” she said, then headed back up the stairs.

When the door closed, Nancy and I both breathed soft sighs and settled back into the sofa. A wave of disappointment washed over me when I realized Nancy wasn’t going to put her hand back on my pussy. Did the visit from her mother scare her?

The movie ended and Nancy stood and switched off the TV. She stretched and yawned, and my eyes were drawn to her exposed belly and the blue panties with a very noticeable wet spot. A smile tugged at my lips, knowing I was probably responsible for that.

“Night, you two,” Nancy said, then headed off to her room. I watched after her, saddened that our bit of naughty fun was over.

Debbie had removed the cushions for the sofa, and I helped her pull out the bed. Once it was set up, we crawled in and got comfy. I lay there staring up at the ceiling, my head replaying what had happened.

“Did you like the movie?” Debbie asked in a sleepy voice.

“Yeah, it was good,” I replied. Actually, I had missed a good chunk of it, as I was too engrossed in what Nancy was doing to me. My clit twitched at the memory. It was going to be hard to get to sleep that night.

***

I laid there in the dark, Debbie’s rhythmic breathing the only sound. Though my body had calmed, my mind was still playing the scene over and over. Nancy had rubbed my pussy and made me come. I absently slid my hand between my legs, I was wet. Damn! I would have to change my panties again.

I sighed quietly, leaving my hand where it was. That familiar sensation was growing between my legs again. Maybe if I make myself come, I’ll fall asleep. But can I do it here? What if Debbie were to wake and catch me? Taking my hand away I rolled onto my side and squeezed my thighs together, hoping the pleasant ache would go away.

The faint glow from a light split the darkness of the hallway, then the bathroom light came on, soon to be blocked by the door. The quiet of the basement was disturbed by a flushing toilet and water running from a faucet. Moments later the door opened, the light remained on. Soon a figure stood silhouetted in the entryway to the family room. I watched in curiosity, then held my breath as Nancy moved to my bedside.

She knelt. “Can’t sleep?” she whispered. Somehow, she had seen my open eyes in the darkness.

“Not really.”

“Is it because of what happened? Did I upset you? Scare you?”

“Yes, it’s that, but you didn’t upset me or scare me.” I smiled up at her, and a tingle ran through me at her closeness. “I really liked what happened.”

“Oh?” Nancy paused for a long moment. “I can’t sleep either… because of that.” She shifted her position and looked over at where Debbie slept. “Do you want to come to my room and…um…talk?”

Shock, excitement, fear. That’s what I was feeling at that moment. I wanted to, but I couldn’t find my voice. I simply stared at her, willing myself to do something.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” she said as she stood. I couldn’t mistake the disappointment in her voice.

“I do,” I croaked out.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I carefully slipped out from under the covers and stood. Nancy took my hand and, maybe a bit eagerly, led me down the hall.

Closing her bedroom door, she crawled onto the bed and laid on her side. She patted the spot beside her then motioned for me to join her. My belly tightened as I took in her form. She had changed her clothes since she said goodnight. Her blue tank top had been replaced with a pink and white striped sleep shirt. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing anything underneath. Her long legs were bare, and her smile was inviting.

Hurriedly I moved to the bed and laid beside her, nervous and excited. Wondering if she just wanted to talk or, maybe, wanted to continue with what had happened on the sofa. We lay there on our sides, resting on our elbows and looking at each other. After a moment, she reached over and caressed my upper arm.

“I’m glad you liked what happened. I did too,” Nancy said softly, then chuckled. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far though, to make you come.”

I felt the heat climb my face and had to look away. “I…I…didn’t mind at all,” I stammered. “I was kinda hoping you would touch me…like that.” When I looked back at her, she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah? Has anyone ever touched you like that before?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No. No one.”

Her hand had wandered from my shoulder to my hip, making it hard to control the urge to reach out and touch her.

“Do you touch yourself? Your pussy?” she asked, and continued before I could respond. “I do it most nights, but it feels so much better when someone else does it.”

I stared at her. Someone else? I tried to picture Nancy with another girl, maybe one of her friends, naked and touching each other.

“What?” she said, one eyebrow raised. “Didn’t my touching you feel better than doing it yourself?”

My cheeks warmed again. Damn right it did. “Yeah,” I chuckled.

She scooted a bit closer, her hand now running the length of my thigh, and leaned in close. “I’d like to kiss you now. Would that be okay?”

I swallowed. Oh my God! She wants to kiss me! I nodded, unblinking, and unable to speak.

Her lips parted slightly and touched mine. The warmth of her lips ignited a fire in me that I didn’t know how to quench. The hand on my thigh moved to my back of my head, and I felt myself being drawn into her.

Her fingers tangled in my hair and my eyes closed when her tongue brushed against my lips. A low moan escaped my throat and my body seemed to act on instinct. I had no idea how to kiss anyone, yet my lips parted, and my tongue found hers. They danced and twirled together, our mouths moving against each other.

Nancy moved, rolling me onto my back. Her hand slid across my shoulder and down my chest until she was able to finger the hem of my shirt.

“Can I take this off you?”

I brought a hand to my belly, holding my shirt in place. Why was I being so shy? It hadn’t bothered me when Nancy saw me naked earlier. Was it nerves that were making me hesitate? Fear of what was to come, maybe.

Nancy smiled, sensing my reluctance. She sat up and swiftly pulled her top off, then lay back, lifted her hips, and peeled off her panties. I stared in awe; my sexy cousin now completely naked. My eyes were drawn to her supple breasts, then down to the trimmed patch of curls just above her slit. My heart pounded in my chest and my pussy throbbed for some attention.

“How about now?” she asked, pulling gently at my shirt.

“Okay,” I whispered shyly.

I took my hand away and sat up as Nancy pulled the garment up and off. She pushed me back down and caressed my flat chest, pausing at a nipple and playing with it for a moment.

“You’re very sexy,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow. “Sexy? I don’t have any boobs yet.”

“You will one day, and yes, you’re sexy,” she replied as she leaned down and softly kissed a nipple.

I gasped at the touch, amazed at how sensitive it was. She sucked gently and let her tongue explore the tiny peak. I groaned as little tendrils of pleasure weaved their way through me. As Nancy’s mouth played with my sensitive nipples, a hand moved down until she cupped my pussy, just like she’d done on the sofa. I arched my hips upward, her touch setting my body on fire.

“Umm, you’re wet,” she cooed, “I’ll need to take these off you, too.”

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and watched her. My body trembled as she gently pulled my underwear down my legs and off. I was now as naked as she was. Nancy paused for a moment, studying my exposed pussy, a smile on her face. Pushing my thighs apart, she looked up at me.

“You okay?” she asked.

I nodded. It seemed that nodding was all I could do now, since my throat was dry and my voice had disappeared. Nancy caressed my inner thighs, moving ever closer to my pussy. My chest heaved with each breath as my excitement and desire grew.

I sucked a breath and jerked when her thumb touched my clit. That familiar pressure was quickly building, and I knew It wouldn’t be long before I came. Nancy must have known that as well, for she took her hand away. I struggled to keep from falling back onto the bed as Nancy ran her finger through my wetness and circled the entrance. I lost the struggle when one slender finger slipped inside. I fell back onto the bed and fisted the sheets, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

Then something happened, something that I never expected. A tongue swept up my pussy, from my opening to my clit. I had to bite down on my fist to keep from crying out. Pleasures I never knew were possible coursed through me. Nancy’s tongue explored my folds, then dipped into my entrance before moving back to my clit. She teased it, circling her tongue around, flicking once, twice, three times. I was going wild with need. My hips moved on their own, thrusting up to meet her mouth.

When she sucked my swollen clit between her lips, I arched and tangled my fingers into her hair. I stopped breathing and tensed when a powerful orgasm rushed through me. My senses overloaded as lights flashed behind my eyes.

Nancy held me, her mouth on my pussy and her hands on my hips. She gently licked and kissed as I relaxed, my body twitching from the repeated aftershocks. Nancy crawled up beside me moments later and kissed me. Her lips were moist with the familiar taste of my arousal. I wrapped my arms around her as we kissed, and it felt good.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked softly.

“Yeah,” I answered, dizzy from what had just happened. “Nobody’s ever…”

“Licked you?” shehe finished for me. “Did you like it?”

“Uh-huh.”

She grinned and rolled on to her back, pulling me on top of her. She spread her legs, allowing mine to fall between. Grabbing my butt, Nancy pulled down and up, grinding her pelvis into me.

“Move your hips, rub your pussy on mine,” Nancy whispered and began to move against me.

I was confused by the request but did as she asked, awkwardly at first, but I soon found a rhythm that matched hers. New and wonderful sensations coursed through me. I was climbing again, our movements quickening. Nancy moaned, her hands dug into the cheeks of my ass, urgently pulling me against her.

Feverishly I humped my juice-slickened pussy against hers. My clit was throbbing, wanting more. My hands gripped her shoulders and I buried my face in the crook of her neck as I thrust.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, “I’m gonna come.”

I was on the brink of another orgasm, and hoped I could hold on long enough for Nancy to come too. I held tighter, trying to delay the inevitable. Nancy stiffened below me moments later and buried her face into my shoulder, crying out her release. A couple more thrusts, and I too was sent over the precipice.

We lay still. Our rapid breathing was the only sound in the room. As I rested there on top of my cousin, calming my breath, I watched her small breasts rise and fall as she breathed. I caressed one, playing with the stiff nipple. Nancy made a soft noise but didn’t protest. I wanted to kiss it, to suck it. Surely, she wouldn’t mind if I did. Would she?

Hesitantly, I adjusted my position and brushed my lips across her nipple. Nancy sucked in a breath, but remained still. I kissed it, then let my tongue explore the pebbled flesh, savoring the salty taste. There was a moan from above and a hand rested on the back of my head.

“That feels nice,” Nancy said huskily, “don’t stop. Do what you want to me.”

Her words excited me. Do what you want to me. What did I want to do? I had no idea. All I knew was touching myself, playing with my pussy. It would be the same thing touching hers. Right? With a new sense of courage, I slid my hand down her side and over her belly. I paused and played my fingers in her curls, then formed them into a V and traced the outside of her pussy. Her pelvis twitched and Nancy’s heart pounding beneath my cheek.

“Yes,” she hissed.

She was wet. Her folds were smooth to the touch. I lingered there, stroking up and down for several moments. Nancy’s breath rasped and she quivered beneath me. Finding her entrance, I slipped my middle finger inside. I pushed in deep, eliciting a groan from Nancy. I pulled out, slipped a second finger in and pumped, the way I did to myself. Her hips pushed up and she grasped my hand.

“Faster,” she croaked and guided my hand, increasing the pace.

She released my hand after a moment and clutched the bed sheets. I smiled as she writhed, knowing I was giving her such pleasure. I repositioned myself and knelt between her legs, giving myself a better angle to finger her pussy and a better view. Spying her erect clit, I remembered her mouth on mine and wondered what it was like. What it was like to lick another girl there. I needed to know. I slowed my hand and withdrew my fingers.

Nancy looked up at me. Eyes wide open in disbelief. “No,” she whimpered, her head shaking slowly, “don’t stop.”

“I want to lick you,” I said bravely.

The shake turned to a nod. “Oh…okay. But only if you want to,” she panted.

“I do.” I lowered myself between her legs, my face only a couple of inches from her pussy. It was puffy and pink with arousal. The flesh was wet and glistened from clit to entrance and beyond. A scent filled my nostrils that was sweet with a touch of muskiness.

Tentatively, I stuck my tongue out far enough for the tip to touch her folds. So far so good, no nasty taste. I pushed deeper. A flavor of tart and sweet teased my taste buds and I found it intoxicating. I flattened my tongue and eagerly explored my cousin’s slit. I marveled at the textures of her pussy making my way down to her entrance. I found it and circled it for a moment before dipping inside. Nancy squirmed and once again a hand found the back of my head. I pushed in deeper and as her hips raised, I could feel the contractions of her muscles on my tongue. How awesome was this? I was licking a pussy and loving it. I knew I wanted to do this again and again.

A gentle push on my head guided my attention upward until I found her clit. Nancy held my head there, a second hand joining the first. I played with the swollen bud, circling and flicking it much as she had done to me.

“God, yes,” Nancy moaned

Encouraged, I sucked on the swollen bud, earning me another moan from above. I alternated between sucking and using my tongue on her clit, hoping I was doing okay. Nancy’s reactions chased away any doubt I had. Her hips bucked and her fingers tightened in my hair. Finally, she pushed up and held my head still.

“Yes, yes, yes…Fuuck!” Nancy kept her voice low, but had we been alone in the house I’m sure she would have screamed out the words. She held me there, her body quivered and jerked a couple of more times before she relaxed. She released my head and beckoned me up, kissing me passionately. God, what a kiss it was. My toes curled and my body came alive with need once again.

“That was…wow!” Nancy said with a broad grin. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

A blush climbed my cheeks and I shook my head. “No. Never.”

“Well, you’re a natural.”

I giggled. Happy that I had pleased her. I wondered how many times or how many girls she had done it with to know that I was a natural. Of course, I was too shy to ask that.

“You’re pretty good at it too,” I said.

Nancy smiled mischievously. “Practice makes perfect, I guess,” she replied, then pushed me onto my back, slipping a hand between my legs as she kissed me again.

***

A nudge on my shoulder woke me some time later. The pale pre-dawn light was chasing away the darkness. I opened my eyes and looked straight into the eyes of some half-naked rock star on a poster pinned to the ceiling. A smile pulled my lips up, remembering where I was and the wonderfully naughty things Nancy and I had done the night before. I rolled onto my side and saw Nancy looking at me, a smile on her face as wide as mine.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning,” I yawned, “what time is it?”

“Early.”

I snuggled into Nancy and closed my eyes. I had never slept in anyone’s arms like we had last night, but I wanted to do it again, preferably with Nancy. “Let’s go back to sleep then.”

Nancy chuckled and wrapped me in an embrace. “I would love to, but we can’t. You need to go back to your own bed before Debbie or anyone else wakes up.”

“Do I have to?” I whined into her neck.

“Yes,” she said. “The last thing we want is to get caught.”

“You’re right, I guess.” Reluctantly I pulled away and stretched. I threw the blankets back, but before I could get up, Nancy pushed her mouth to mine for a slow kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and melted. I caressed the naked skin beneath my hands and heat shot to my core. I moaned.

Nancy pulled away. “By the sound of that moan, you better get going. We don’t have time for another round.” She chuckled and pointed to the bedroom door.

I swatted her arm playfully and pouted. “You’re mean.”

“We still have tonight,” she said with a flirty wiggle of her eyebrows.

I beamed at the suggestion. “Okay then. See ya later.” I quickly gathered my panties and nightshirt and dressed before I slipped out of Nancy’s bedroom.

In the family room, I tiptoed to the bed where Debbie lay. Her back was to me and her breathing was slow and steady. Carefully, I climbed in beside her and rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” a groggy voice beside me asked.

My eyes snapped open, and my heart tried to jump from my chest. “What?”

“I said, she’s good, isn’t she?.”

“Who? Wh-what?” I stammered.

Debbie rolled onto her back and turned her face to look at me. She narrowed her eyes and gave me that, don’t be so stupid look. “Nancy, of course. That’s where you were all night, right? Getting your pussy licked.” She said it so nonchalantly. As if someone having sex with Nancy was an everyday thing.

“I…um…I…”

“That’s what I thought.” Debbie yawned and rolled onto her side. “Now go back to sleep, we can all have fun later.”

What the hell just happened? Had Debbie heard us having sex? She obviously didn’t care. Maybe she was used to hearing Nancy having sex with girls. I looked over to where Debbie lay, her back to me. Her regular breaths told me she had drifted back to sleep.

A thought occurred to me then. Debbie had just said we can all have fun. What did that mean? Did Debbie and Nancy…? Nah! Couldn’t be. Could it?

I glanced at the darkened hallway leading to Nancy’s room, then to Debbie again, picturing the younger girl naked. Picturing her naked in Nancy’s bed. I stifled a moan. I wouldn’t be able to sleep now. I wished for the hours to fly by. I couldn’t wait to see what the coming night would bring.

 

The End