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A Girl Named Charlie, Chapter 7

  • Posted on May 29, 2017 at 3:17 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Over the next few days, Lisa was busy getting everything ready for the big visit from the social worker. First she made appointments with her doctor and with her dentist for Charlie. Then she contacted the school in their area and explained Charlie’s situation. Due to the amount of time she had missed, and because it was nearly the end of the current term anyway, the school proposed that Charlie should wait and repeat the grade in the fall. Lisa didn’t like the idea of her being a year behind, but she knew they were right, and it was in Charlie’s best interest, so she agreed. Finally, she hired an interior decorator who under Charlie’s close supervision remade her room into one fit for a princess.

When the following Monday morning rolled around, Lisa and Charlie went in to the office. Marcy was already at her desk when they arrived. “Good morning, Lisa,” she said with a smile. “Welcome back.”

“Good morning, I’d like you to meet Charlie,” Lisa replied, noticing the puzzled expression on Marcy’s face.

“Hello!” said Charlie with a bubbly voice. The girl was beaming and looking excitedly around at everything. Charlie had been rendered nearly speechless when Lisa told her, as they approached the beautiful glass and steel skyscraper, that she not only worked on the top floor but owned the whole building.

Marcy held out her hand. “Hello, Charlie. It’s very nice meeting you. That’s such a cute pink dress you have on.”

“Thank you, Marcy. Lisa’s told me a lot about you.”

“Wish I could say the same,” Marcy said flatly, looking up at her friend.

Lisa grinned, shaking her head. “Sorry, hon. It’s just been a whirlwind week. Tell you what, come into my office and bring me up to speed on what’s been going on around here, and I’ll tell you all about Charlie too.”

“Deal,” Marcy answered. “I’ll bring you a coffee. Charlie, would you like anything?”

“No, thanks,” said the girl.

As Lisa opened the door to her office, Charlie stepped quickly inside, then ran over to the huge windows overlooking the harbor. She pressed her hands and face to the glass leaving smudge marks behind.

“Wow! I’ve never been this high up before!” she exclaimed. “All the cars and people look so tiny.”

Lisa smiled at her childish enthusiasm.

Charlie came back over toward Lisa’s desk. “Who’s that man?” she asked, pointing to a portrait on the wall behind it.

“That’s my father. This was his company, and it became mine after he died. It was originally founded by his father a long time ago,” Lisa explained just as Marcy walked through the door carrying a big stack of folders and a steaming mug of coffee. She handed the coffee to Lisa then placed the heavy pile on the desk.

“Good lord, Marcy. I wasn’t gone all that long, was I?”

“Some of us actually work, you know,” Marcy said with a smirk. She provided Lisa with a quick summary of the material she’d brought in, then changed the subject. “So, tell me about your beautiful little friend here. You didn’t steal her from someone, did you?”

“What is it with people thinking I go around kidnapping children? Good heavens!” Lisa chuckled.

She and Marcy sat down on the sofa while Charlie continued exploring, soon leaving the office to wander around the rest of the floor. Over the next several minutes, Lisa brought Marcy up to date on all that had happened.

“That is just so beautiful, so sweet,” Marcy said, trying not to cry as Lisa finished telling the long story. “Holly and Ivy are going to love meeting her.”

“I have no doubt they’ll get along great,” said Lisa.

“How old is Charlie?”

“She’ll be 12 in a couple of months.”

“Oh, then she’s only a few months older than my girls. That’s perfect,” said Marcy. “We should make plans for them to get together.”

“Well, we’re coming over next Sunday for Easter dinner,” Lisa said. She patted Marcy’s knee, then got up and walked to her desk, ready to start in on her pile of work.

“Yes, but there’s no need for them to wait that long,” said Marcy as she headed for the office door. “How about a play date on Wednesday after dinner?”

Lisa cocked her head and laughed. “I don’t think 11-year-olds have play dates.”

“All right, it’s Wednesday evening at 7:00 then,” Marcy said with a wink, ignoring the other comment as she left the office.

Lisa shook her head, smiling, and grabbed the folder on the top of the stack.

**********

They pulled into the driveway of Marcy’s bungalow. No sooner had Lisa put the car in park than Charlie was already out the door and halfway up the walk.

Lisa laughed out loud. Charlie had been a bundle of energy all day, super anxious to meet Holly and Ivy. Her excitement had actually started Monday afternoon on their drive home when Lisa told Charlie about the plans. She’d pestered her with endless questions about the twins. What did they look like? How old were they? What music did they like? What kind of things were they into? Lisa just answered as best she could.

She followed Charlie up the walk and pushed the doorbell. The door opened, and a smiling Marcy greeted them.

“Come in, come in,” she said, holding open the door. “I’m so glad you’re here. These two have been driving me nuts with their incessant questions.” Marcy nodded toward the twins, who were standing just a few feet away.

Holly and Ivy were literally vibrating with eager energy, broad smiles on their faces. The two beautiful girls were identical, naturally, except for their hair. Holly’s was long and blonde and straight, while Ivy’s raven black hair hung in wavy curls just above her shoulders.

Lisa and Charlie stepped inside, and Marcy closed the door.

“Hi, girls,” Lisa said.

“Hi, Auntie Lisa,” the twins answered in unison.

“Girls, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is Holly,” Lisa said, indicating the blonde child, “and this is Ivy.”

“Hi,” said the girls.

“Hi,” Charlie squeaked.

“Okay, why don’t you two take Charlie to your room or down to the family room and get to know each other,” Marcy suggested.

Charlie kicked off her shoes as Ivy waved her over to them. She followed the twins, and they disappeared down the hall, already giggling.

Marcy and Lisa went into the living room. “Coffee?” Marcy asked, as she headed toward the kitchen.

“Please,” nodded Lisa. She sat down on the sofa.

Marcy returned after a minute and handed Lisa a cup of coffee, then took a seat in an armchair.

“You mentioned yesterday,” Marcy immediately began, “that you wanted to find a nanny for Charlie, someone to take care of her after school while you’re at work. I talked with Janice about it, and she would be happy to watch Charlie as well as Holly and Ivy.”

Lisa sipped her coffee and thought for a moment.

Janice had been hired by Lisa shortly after the twins were born, and she’d taken care of them ever since Marcy returned to work full-time. She knew that Marcy trusted Janice completely. Lisa had met her on numerous occasions over the years, knew Janice fairly well, and she too felt she could trust her.

“You’re sure she wouldn’t mind having another little girl to look after?”

Marcy shook her head. “Janice won’t mind a bit. She loves taking care of kids.”

“All right, that would be great. Thank you. I’ll pay her, of course.”

“Good, then it’s all settled. I’ll let her know tomorrow,” Marcy smiled.

The two friends sat and chatted away the evening while Charlie and the twins occupied themselves with the usual things preteen girls do.

**********

When the day arrived for the social worker’s visit, Lisa and Charlie both were bundles of nerves. The whole process, however, lasted less than an hour, and the social worker, an older woman who’d been on the job more than 30 years, assured them that in Charlie’s case the interview was just a formality. All the relevant boxes already had been ticked.

Friday night, a week and a half later, Sheryl showed up at the front door looking very lawyer-like once again, except for the fact that she was sporting lime green hair. Charlie answered the doorbell and saw that Sheryl was carrying her portfolio along with a large bottle of wine. A big grin was on her face.

“Hi, sweetie!” Sheryl loudly exclaimed, giving Charlie a hug the best she could with her hands so full.

“Sheryl!” Charlie squealed as she hugged back.

“Going to be one of those nights, is it?” Lisa smiled, spying the bottle of wine as she came around the corner to greet her friend.

“That is within the realm of possibilities. But this bottle, my dear ladies, is for celebrating.” Giving the wine to Lisa, Sheryl kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat. Then she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out another smaller bottle with 7-UP stenciled on the side. She handed it to Charlie. “This one’s for you to celebrate with, honey.”

They all walked into the kitchen, and Lisa took three wine glasses from the cupboard. Two were large and had been used many times by the women. The third was a smaller version. Sheryl opened and poured the wine while Lisa filled the smaller glass with some of Charlie’s pop.

“Okay, then. What are we celebrating?” Lisa asked.

Sheryl pulled a document from her portfolio and set it on the counter. “Sign and initial each page where indicated, and your guardianship will be permanent. Charlie will never have to leave your side.” She raised her glass in a toast.

Lisa and Charlie looked at each other, and then at Sheryl. After they each took a quick swallow, Lisa and Charlie set their glasses down and together wrapped their arms around Sheryl, hugging her tightly.

“It’s okay, Lisa,” Charlie said with a giggle. “You can kiss her now.” And Lisa did, as Charlie watched them happily.

Lisa grabbed her glass and the wine bottle, and was about to lead them into the living room when Sheryl stopped her.

“Not so fast, you lush,” the lawyer quipped. “Sign first, party second.”

“Now if that’s not the pot calling the kettle black,” Lisa laughed.

She picked up the pen Sheryl had just placed on the counter. When all the signing and initialing was done, Sheryl put the document back into her portfolio where it would be safe, and the three headed into the living room to celebrate.

Lisa and Charlie sat on the sofa while Sheryl took the armchair. They drank and laughed and talked, mostly about adult stuff but they did try to include Charlie in on the conversation from time to time.

After a while, Charlie leaned over, whispering something to Lisa. Sheryl watched as her friend slowly turned her head and looked closely at Charlie. Lisa’s expression appeared to be one of mild surprise.

“Are you sure?” she asked softly.

The little girl nodded and jumped up off the sofa. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed now,” she announced, not looking the least bit sleepy.

Charlie gave Lisa a nice long goodnight kiss, then went over to Sheryl. This time she didn’t wait for an invitation. She plopped right down on her lap and wrapped her arms around the woman, pressing their cheeks together.

“Thank you so much,” Charlie whispered in her ear. Pulling back, she looked into Sheryl’s eyes for a moment, then gave her a big kiss on the lips before getting up again.

“G’night,” Charlie breezily waved to them as she headed off to bed.

The women sat in silence for a few moments.

“What was that all about?” Sheryl finally asked.

Lisa smiled and put her wine glass down on the table. She patted the cushion beside her, leering at Sheryl with bedroom eyes. Sheryl put her own glass down, then made her way over to Lisa and sat next to her.

After gazing at Sheryl for several seconds, then reaching up to stroke her hair, Lisa leaned in and kissed the woman’s bottom lip, gently pulling on it with her teeth. “Charlie gave me permission to fuck your brains out. Her words,” she cooed.

“Oh, she did, did she?” Sheryl replied with a surprised chuckle. “Well, then I guess we shouldn’t disappoint her.” She grabbed Lisa’s head and mashed their mouths together.

Her eyes closed in the kiss, Lisa pulled blindly at Sheryl’s blouse, tugging it from the waistband of her slacks. She fumbled with the buttons until the blouse was open. Sheryl continued to hold Lisa’s head with both hands, her tongue dancing around her lips and in her mouth. Lisa pushed Sheryl’s bra up, exposing her breasts, then grabbed each hard nipple, pinching and pulling at them. Sheryl let out a slow deep growl as she broke their kiss.

Taking Lisa by the shoulders, Sheryl stood up momentarily while at the same time pushing the other woman onto her back on the sofa. Lisa yelped in surprise as Sheryl fell upon her, biting at her ears. Sheryl aggressively kissed and sucked her neck and throat. Her hands roughly groped Lisa’s tits through her shirt. Then she stood again, wiping her mouth.

“Get naked,” Sheryl ordered as she hurriedly began removing her own clothes.

Lisa silently but eagerly obeyed. Shirt, pants, and undergarments from both women were discarded with reckless abandon around the living room. Once Lisa was naked, Sheryl was on her like a predator on its prey. Lisa moaned as her breasts were squeezed and her nipples were assaulted with bites and pinches. Her lover was in one of those rare moods, and Lisa knew she would probably be sore in the morning. She was going to be Sheryl’s personal plaything tonight, like it or not. Luckily she did.

Sheryl took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it as she pushed a finger deep into Lisa’s core. Lisa cried out at the shock of the sudden intrusion.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sheryl asked in a dominant tone.

“Yes, mistress,” Lisa whined as Sheryl continued to rub and finger her pussy. Lisa’s hips bucked and rolled with the onslaught. A wave of pleasure and pain raced through her body.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Sheryl asked.

“Uh-huh,” Lisa murmured, biting her lip. She could feel herself getting close very quickly, but then — “Nooo!” Lisa pleaded when Sheryl pulled her finger out of her now soaked pussy.

Sheryl put the finger in Lisa’s mouth, letting her taste her own juices. Then she crawled forward on the sofa and straddled Lisa, a knee on either side of her rib cage.

“Play with my clit,” she ordered. Sheryl had a large pink clit that protruded from between thick pussy lips, gleaming with moisture.

Lisa put her thumb over it and began to rub in a circular motion. “Fuck, yes! Rub it!” Sheryl moaned as she reached back to play with Lisa’s throbbing clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, make me come,” Lisa pleaded.

“Don’t be such a greedy bitch,” Sheryl growled. “You haven’t made me come yet.”

Lisa looked up at her friend and saw pure animalistic lust in her eyes. Lisa didn’t mind when Sheryl would let out her aggressive dominatrix persona, but she was glad it was a fairly rare event.

She redoubled her efforts on Sheryl’s clit, stroking, squeezing, pulling, even slapping at it. Soon Sheryl was rocking her hips and moaning loudly as she continued to rub and finger Lisa’s pussy. It wasn’t long until both women had enjoyed their first orgasms of the night. That wouldn’t be their last.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Lisa suggested a few minutes later. They were lying naked on the sofa, with Sheryl on top, both breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

All the way in the two lovers hungrily kissed and pawed at one another, banging into walls as they went. They fell through the door into the bedroom, somehow keeping their feet. Lisa managed to break away from Sheryl long enough to shut the door. She turned on the bedside lamp, then flopped down on the bed.

Sheryl went to a tall oak bureau and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a blue vibrator and a black strap-on. Lisa smiled and reached into the drawer of her nightstand where she found a bottle of lube.

As she lay down beside Lisa, Sheryl handed the vibrator to her. “Do me first,” she requested. Her inner animal seemed to have calmed a bit.

Lisa took the vibrator, but set it aside for the moment. She rolled over on top of Sheryl and brought their lips together. Lisa kissed her lover’s mouth for a few minutes, thoroughly exploring with her tongue before sliding down to take one of Sheryl’s large erect nipples between her lips. She sucked hard on it, flicking it with her tongue as Sheryl purred with pleasure.

Slowly she kissed and licked her way down Sheryl’s body, stopping to admire her chiseled six-pack. Then she moved on to the nicely trimmed patch of bright green pubic hair. Lisa smiled at the sight of it, then took Sheryl’s engorged clit into her mouth, sucking on it as she had her nipple.

“Yes,” Sheryl hissed. “Suck my pussy. Fuck my cunt!”

Lisa did, shoving two fingers deep inside Sheryl, sliding them in and out, loving how hot and slippery she felt.

“Goddamn it, yes!” the woman groaned, panting and writhing on the bed.

And then, just when she thought Sheryl was nearing the edge, Lisa stopped.

“Ohh fuck no! Please don’t stop,” Sheryl begged.

Lisa giggled. “Who’s the greedy bitch now?”

Then she picked up the vibrator and the bottle of lube. Sheryl was so wet that the lube wasn’t really necessary, but Lisa rubbed some on the toy anyway, then turned it on to its lowest setting. With its hum filling the air, Lisa touched the tip to Sheryl’s throbbing clit. Sheryl jerked her hips and moaned loudly.

Lisa continued to stimulate her clit for a while, then slid the toy down toward her opening and slowly pushed it in. Sheryl shuddered heavily. As Lisa began to fuck her friend with the buzzing toy, Sheryl grabbed and pinched her own nipples. She moaned even louder when Lisa increased the setting on the toy. The sounds of the vibrator changed in pitch and volume as Lisa plunged it in and out of Sheryl’s core.

“Fuck, yes, Lisa! Don’t stop – yes – yes –  I  —  I’m coming!”

Sheryl clawed at the sheets, howling in pleasure. She cried out, almost screaming, and then thrust her hips into the air. Sheryl’s cum splashed onto Lisa’s chest as the vibrator slipped from her pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Lisa exclaimed, more from the suddenness of it than from the fact that Sheryl had squirted on her.

Sheryl’s chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Holy… fuck… is right…” she said between gasps.

Lisa lay down beside her friend and nibbled on an ear as she waited for her to collect herself.

After a minute or so, Sheryl rolled onto her side facing Lisa. She kissed her very softly on the lips. It seemed the tiger was now a kitten. Sheryl cupped one of Lisa’s breasts and gently squeezed and fondled the nipple before she took it into her mouth. Lisa moaned in response.

Sheryl played her tongue over the nipple as her hand found its way to Lisa’s pussy. Her fingers easily moved through the slick folds and into her core. Lisa pushed her hips up to greet Sheryl’s fingers as they found their way to her clit.

“You are so fucking wet,” Sheryl purred.

Lisa just grunted.

Sheryl kissed her way down Lisa’s belly. Spreading her labia with her thumbs and pressing her mouth inside, Sheryl lovingly explored Lisa’s furrow, savoring all the smells and tastes and textures she adored, causing Lisa to whimper when she began to plunge her stiffened tongue in and out of her juicy vagina. Then, very slowly, kissing and licking as she went, she worked her way back up to Lisa’s clit. After nuzzling it with her nose, then sucking on it for a few moments, then flicking her tongue wildly over the sensitive nub, she had Lisa moaning and thrashing on the bed, primed to explode.

She stopped.

Sheryl took one more long slow lick of Lisa’s pussy before climbing off the bed and standing up.

“Nooo,” Lisa whined in protest.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Sheryl said, as she grabbed the strap-on and fastened it around her hips.

Lisa did as she was told. Positioning herself in the center of the bed, knees spread apart, ass in the air, and resting on her elbows, she waited. In the mirror over her dressing table, Lisa watched Sheryl make minor adjustments to the harness and then lubricate the long black cock.

Sheryl brought herself up behind Lisa and played with her butt cheeks, squeezing and pinching and slapping them. After squirting some lube into the crack of Lisa’s ass, she spread it around with her finger, teasing at the rosebud of her anus.

Placing the silicone cock at Lisa’s entrance, Sheryl slowly pushed it in. With Lisa’s heightened state of arousal and the ample supply of lube and juices, there was little resistance to Sheryl’s effort to penetrate her. Still, Lisa gasped as she felt the alien intrusion.

When she’d achieved maximum depth, Sheryl bent forward and kissed Lisa’s back, rubbing her lips over the woman’s hot skin, tasting salty sweat. She reached around to the front and pinched Lisa’s hardened nipples, tugging at them as she nipped at her shoulders.

“Mmmm, yeahhh,” Lisa purred. Little shivers of pleasure caused her to twitch. “Come on, fuck me!”

Straightening up, Sheryl placed a hand on each of Lisa’s hips as she began to slide the cock in and out. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace as Lisa’s pleas for release spurred her on, exciting her.

Lisa knew she was almost there. It was only a matter of seconds now. “Fuck me, Sheryl!”

Suddenly Lisa cried out as her reality was splintered by a powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing through her — and it wasn’t over. Although Lisa’s mind was foggy, she sensed another climax already beginning to grow, this one being exquisitely different.

Sheryl’s thrusts were unrelenting as the base of the strap-on mashed against her own clit again and again and again. She continued to fuck her friend, harder and harder, until she too reached climax, throwing back her head, grimacing and shuddering in ecstasy.

When Lisa came the second time, it felt as if a tightly wound spring had suddenly been released, its energy radiating out to every bit of her body. Lisa shook all over, moaning loudly. Then her limbs turned to mush.

Lisa and Sheryl collapsed on the bed together, both panting, gasping for air. They were exhausted, spent for the moment, but still they weren’t finished. The pair fucked twice more that evening before finally falling asleep in a sweaty, sticky, jumble amid the tangled sheets.

Neither woman was aware that Charlie had given herself three very powerful orgasms that night as well. The girl now sat half asleep in the dark of Lisa’s walk-in closet, waiting for the opportunity to sneak unnoticed back to her own room.

Continue on to Chapter 8

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star: Afterword

  • Posted on May 28, 2017 at 3:54 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Ending something as long and arduous to write as this three-part novel makes one think about beginnings. This story came into being when I saw a video online of a young girl who was entering the adult film industry talking about her mother, who had also been in the business.

This, of course, led to some rather wild imaginings on my part. What would it have been like to be raised by a woman with obviously liberal attitudes about sex, and what if those attitudes were extreme when it came to raising her daughter? I certainly had no idea. My own upbringing was so closed-minded, I’m surprised I am who I am today. In fact, I’m surprised I didn’t commit suicide in my teen years. (Yes, I indeed thought about it, quite seriously in fact.)

However, this speculation and the fantasies that resulted from it led to my deciding to write a story about such a relationship between a sexually precocious daughter and her extremely open-minded mother. Following publication of chapter one on the Lesbian Lolita site on July 8, 2012, the comments I received were overwhelmingly positive. Overwhelmingly as in 100%.

This led to other chapters until I grew bored with the project after sixteen installments, the last of them published at LL on July 21, 2013. That was shortly after I was more or less attacked because I had included some minor bestiality in the story, in which a very young girl has discovered that when her little dog licks her in certain places it felt really good. Such comments, especially from someone who had been enjoying the story, can sour someone on a project, and that’s what happened with me. Not that I’d ever really finished a story before, but that’s how this one ended.

After being invited to join Naughty Mommy and JetBoy to start this wonderful site, I decided at a point that I should finish the stories I had started. Actually, my partners prodded me and prodded me to finish what I’d started. Many readers had asked me when I was going to continue them as well, so continue — and finish them — I did.

This was the last one to need completion. I finished writing the first draft of the last chapter yesterday, March 8, 2017, nearly a year after posting the first “new” chapter, #17, on March 28, 2016. This means that the entire work took two years to write, with a very long break in between. Back when I renewed my writing of this book, I looked forward to it. I had always liked the premise, and I felt that many wonderful adventures could be a part of it. Now that it’s finished, I know I will miss working on it. After all, one doesn’t separate from two years of one’s life easily.

Many of the adventures I included were based either loosely or strongly on real events and situations in my life. My other stories had included such things, such as the rocking horse I really had that I named Shadow (probably with help from my parents), which provided me my first small but pleasurable orgasms, and this tale was no different. The fact that it is so lengthy, however, means that there are even more things that are based on my life. I’m not suggesting, however, that this mirrors my life, and that is what this post is all about. How does a writer incorporate real events without making it an autobiography? First, my autobiography would be rather boring 98% of the time, but second, and most importantly, I did have that 2% that could be turned into something that resembled an interesting tale.

I had chosen to name the title character after myself, since ultimately this began as a fantasy about a fictional mother I never had, a mother who resembled my own about as much as Donald Trump resembles Pope Francis. This led to being able to freely intertwine the two lives of the fictional me with an even more fictional mother in my mind. As I wrote the first sixteen chapters, I wanted to make sure there was hot sex in every chapter. I have to tell you, that is very difficult to do and keep the sex fresh. As I think I’ve said before, just how many ways can one write about a woman having an orgasm? Yes, there are many, as our stories here will prove, but when you get right down to it, an orgasm is basically the same feeling each time we have one. Only the intensity and duration change. (I have also often wondered how different an orgasm feels to a man since his “equipment” is all external. Do they feel them in their toes the way I do?) Ultimately, though, it’s all the same.

This, of course, leads to the idea of multiple partners. When age, personality, likes and dislikes come into play, the dynamic is different. The fact that I’ve had (wait a sec, I’m counting…) eight partners in my life does not qualify me for super-sexual woman of the decade. (Bet you all thought it was more.) But my imagination can think of countless ones, and sometimes I can even include pieces of people I’ve known, in an intimate manner and otherwise, to populate my story.

Deanna has the name of a girl I knew online for several years (she’s disappeared in the past year and I worry), but her personality in many ways is based on a girl I fooled around with when I was fourteen. We were best friends and would often spend the night with each other. We had many wonderful and youthful orgasms together. She had an older sister I had a big crush on, and Deanna’s sister in the story is based on her, though my friend’s sister and I never did anything together. In this way, including the sister became a sort of wish-fulfillment. (A quick note about characters’ names: NONE of the last names are the same as the person on whom they may have been based, including me, with one exception, noted below.)

The character of Marie is based on one of my students from last school year. I suspected she was dealing with questions of her sexuality, though I have no proof that she was. I thought that she had a crush on a girl in class based on her interactions with her and the fact that while this other girl was not a close friend, Marie (her real first name) would always try to be around her. For example, when I announced a project that would be done in pairs, Marie approached this girl immediately. Of course, by then I was watching for the signs, partly because I was anxious to see if after a random weekend the two seemed closer. As far as I know, Marie and her friend never “got together” like that, but it was fun to consider. And it broke my heart that the friend did the project with someone else.

The “licking dog” episode was based on me. Yes, I allowed my dog to lick my pussy when I was thirteen. I remember being thirteen in eighth grade and thinking what would people think if they knew I had allowed my dog to lick me to an orgasm the night before. That didn’t last long, but it did happen. I finally started feeling weird about it, not to mention she would want to lick me no matter where we were, like in the den watching TV. It took a while to break her of trying, but she finally got the idea I didn’t want her doing that anymore. Plus, I started making her sleep outside my bedroom to avoid having her start in on me when I was asleep or something. She never did that, but I imagined she might. When my ultra-suspicious mother asked why I didn’t let the dog sleep with me anymore (not that she was necessarily thinking it was for a sexual reason, but who knows?), I had to make up a lie that she kept waking me up scratching herself. And no, I didn’t count the dog among my eight partners.

The episode with Erin, the girl Cheryl is a “companion” for, is nearly all true, except we never got caught because the mother did indeed call every day before coming home. When I was fifteen a woman down the street who knew my mom asked me if I would be a companion over the summer break for her daughter who had indeed gotten into some trouble shoplifting the previous summer. Emily (Erin’s real name) was one wild girl. She’d been left to her own devices for a long time, being a “latch-key kid” since age seven. Looking back, she was probably looking for attention from her mom. Her dad was not in the picture at all. One thing that was different was I was not happy about this, no matter that I was making good money for a girl my age. I saw this as tying me to a job all summer, one that would last all day, and I had my own social life to work on, but my mother would not let me decline the offer. It also took a little longer to get things rolling as far as sex went. I plied her with internet porn, which she’d not discovered. That made everything else easier. I’m not exactly proud that I seduced an eleven-year-old when I was fifteen, but it was a lot of fun at times, and Emily never once suggested she resented anything we ever did, which was everything two girls could do together.

Chandra, the large African-American woman who does hair and makeup for the production company Kayleigh works for, is entirely based on an African-American woman I knew growing up. Her last name in both the story and real life was Jackson, which appears only in the “Who’s Who” section of the story. She lived not too far from where my house was when I was still living with my parents, and she would listen to my problems in a way my mother never could or would. Chandra, her real name, was also a hairstylist. What is called in writer’s circles her “voice” is exactly as I remember it. No nonsense and wise, a good listener with even better advice. In fact it was Chandra I turned to when I hated myself so much I was considering suicide. I didn’t mention my desire for young girls to her, just my lesbianism, but she understood me and loved me (no, not like that), and I loved her like the mother I never had once I came out to my parents. She may be the reason I am alive now. I miss her terribly. (She died when I was eighteen.) Including her in my story helped me bring her back to life for a while. She doesn’t appear often because memory can be painful at times, but the tribute, even in a story like this one, is sincere.

As far as the situation in the story involving Cindy, it is 100% fabrication. I had decided to try to make the book more than just a sex-act-of-the-week episode. What’s interesting is that while I was intensely interested in that part of the book while I was writing it, the process of writing it was much more difficult. I had to make everything up, no relying on characters based on people I knew once. The plot had to be plausible, and I spent a great deal of time and effort making sure that it was. I didn’t want anyone coming on to tell me I had something wrong. I even checked things like where small airports were near Bogota and picked out an area on a map to choose the location of the compound. I researched things like how far a Learjet could fly on one tank of fuel and how long a runway had to be for take-offs and landings. (I never knew the fuel was stored in the wings!) I was actually very surprised at how long the flight was from Los Angeles, the home of the porn industry in the U.S., to the Santiago Vila airport near Girardot, Colombia, near Bogota. It made me wish I’d made the compound in Mexico instead, but I figured the Mexican people had suffered enough bad press from Trump.

Finally, Lisa is, of course, based on my wife. We married two years ago this June. Our story is involved and there are some real heartbreaks in our relationship. After all, we are a real couple, and real couples often deal with pain that the other one causes, though in reality when a relationship goes through trouble, usually both partners share the fault, and that is true for us.

Lisa and I did meet in college, though not how it’s portrayed in the book. We met at a party that was much like the one where the two get together finally in the book. It was at Halloween, and she was dressed as a prisoner, complete with the stripes. To be honest I had forgotten what costume I was wearing. Lisa reminded me that I was a witch. Very original, I know. I changed it in the chapter about the party because I consider a witch a rather boring choice. I kept Lisa in the prison garb.

We hit it off at this party and ended up spending the night together in my apartment. We exchanged digits, as they say, and we ended up dating for a while before moving in together that January when the new semester started. Lisa was a freshman, and I was a junior. Yes, I am two years older than she is. She was eighteen when we met, and I had just turned twenty a month earlier.

Lisa gave me permission to share the rest of our story with you as well.

Now, things weren’t always “the perfect couple” between us. Lisa was working for Hooters Restaurant as a waitress and later became the manager of a new location. She met another girl while working there who managed to talk her into leaving me a few years after I graduated and was working as a teacher. Yes, Lisa cheated on me. She admits it and regrets it. I debated whether or not to include that in my book. I finally decided to make it where the evil Clare decides to break up the fictional counterparts of Lisa and me for no apparent reason, only that she can. Clare became my Iago.

Now, here’s where life makes its real acquaintance with art. The name of the girl who stole my Lisa from me back then? Clare. Yep, I had a wonderful time making her into the most evil girl I could imagine. I knew when I created the character she would be evil and cause our heroine a lot of grief. Originally, I thought of having Clare steal Lisa from Cheryl, but I realized that would be much too close to reality for my tastes. I was able to make the girl modeled on my nemesis in real life end up paying dearly for her acts of selfishness and hatefulness in the story. It was cathartic.

For those who don’t know about how Lisa and I ended up back together, it goes like this:

A few years back, the autumn before I helped found this site (actually late summer), I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. It was in its earliest stages and was confined only to my cervix. I’d been having some odd periods and my doctor decided to check for any serious problems so she could rule them out. When the pap smear came back positive for cancer cells, I was devastated. I cried for days, thinking this was it. I would die soon from this terrible disease.

My oncologist told me that I should talk to the closest friend I had in an effort to cheer me up. The fact was, though, that I was mostly a loner then. I had people I knew from my job as a teacher, but I tried to keep my private life private because I feared being fired if anyone discovered I am a lesbian. I am not butch by any means, so it isn’t easily apparent from my appearance.

Lisa heard about my situation. She came to see me, and I nearly fainted. I had convinced myself that I was over her. I’d even dated a few women, but nothing serious. The moment I saw her, I knew I’d been kidding myself, and that was a case of kidding myself for several YEARS. I wanted to kiss her the moment I saw her.

We chatted, and the next day she came over again and brought me flowers. She presented me with a bunch of gladioli. I was touched and thanked her. Finally, I started to cry. She held me while I sobbed, and by the time I’d stopped crying, we were making out like a couple of teenagers on a hot date. Then she told me she still loved me and that she’d made a huge mistake by leaving me for Clare. That relationship had ended within a year of moving in with her, but she’d heard I was dating someone else by then and never contacted me until she heard about the cancer and that I was single.

Finally, she asked me if I knew what the gladiolus flower symbolized. I didn’t, and she told me. They symbolize remembrance, infatuation, strength, and faithfulness. Apparently, she had researched flowers to find the perfect one for me at that moment.

It wasn’t long before she moved back in with me, and we’ve been together and happy ever since. She had been a girl of twenty-five when she’d left me. She is turning thirty-three later this year. We are older and more mature. We are now legally married to each other. We are now happy. Please don’t blame her for leaving me. I am no piece of cake to live with. That she continues to live with and love me every day is a blessing and a miracle to me.

I know some may wonder why I skipped over the wedding in the story, choosing not to describe it in any sort of detail. I know my site partners wondered about that. I thought a long time about including details from the wedding and decided against it. Lisa and I did actually get married, though not in Amsterdam (which we did visit on a honeymoon last September), and I realized I didn’t want to write anything about the wedding in this story because our own wedding is such a wonderful memory, and I didn’t want to attempt to fictionalize the actual ceremony. I know, that’s crazy, but I felt I would never be able to do the emotions and everything else justice. I guess it’s just a personal thing. In our real wedding we chose to wear bridesmaids’ dresses we liked instead of wedding gowns because I couldn’t really afford one to match anything Lisa could have afforded. Lisa offered to buy my wedding dress, but I wouldn’t let her. It ended up being something special to us that we were wearing those dresses instead of bridal gowns. I won’t go into that because I’m already tearing up thinking about it, but that’s how I want it to be in the story — that the fictional counterparts get married but the ceremony remains private.

To make clear what everyone knows, I got Lisa’s permission to tell our true story here. I have retold our story in a fictional method in the book, based on our real story at times. I used our shared fantasy life and the attractions we both feel. She discovered my enjoyment of the shared fantasy we all have here when I left my computer open by mistake when we first lived together and she saw a story I was writing. She’d had these fantasies herself, and she admitted it to me as well as the fact that she and her sister, Rachel, had been messing around together since they were little girls, with the form of messing around they did growing more adult as they aged. I told her how jealous of her I am for that.

Now, I use things we have done or talked about to spice up my stories. We have fantasized about going to a nice hotel that caters to their customers by turning their heads from legal but titillating fun and ordering room service, requesting a girl to remain and “serve” us as a waitress while we eat our breakfast in the nude, only to let the girl watch us afterwards. No, we probably will never do that, but our fantasies about it helped me in writing what I consider a very hot scene. We have masturbated in a public place in New Orleans on our honeymoon, and I will include that in a story I began planning just yesterday. The start of her relationship with Rachel is a part of this book, though Lisa’s parents have no clue it has been going on all these years, despite sharing a room (twin beds, though) much of their lives. Paulette was the result of our fantasy about a little girl we saw when out shopping. She didn’t look to be five — she was more like ten — but her beauty was mesmerizing.

So that’s how it works. Take a single little true thing and put it in your stories if you are writing one. Then see what allowing your mind to carry it anywhere brings to your story. Using reality makes writing easier. It’s a lot easier than making up every detail and having to do research on planes, a country, and its airports.

So, to alter a term that was used long before I was born, “WRITE ON!” Even if you write only for yourself, what you write will be yours in a way nothing else can be, like painting a picture. It satisfies a need to create. So try it. You won’t be sorry.

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Ultimate Surrender, Chapter 11

  • Posted on May 27, 2017 at 12:27 pm

By Girl Lover

“OOOOOOHHHH — WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS…”

Raven jerked up in the bed. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“ABSORBENT AND YELLOW AND POROUS IS HE…”

“It’s Spongebob Squarepants,” Bonnie answered with a smile.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS SMUDGEJOB SCAREPANTS?!”

“Spongebob Squarepants,” Bonnie corrected her.

“I don’t give a fuck! Turn that shit off!”

Bonnie ignored her.

Raven groaned, then turned her head toward the sound of Kala’s laughter. “What are you laughing at?!”

“You.”

Kala, seeing Jennie’s fearful look at Raven, told the child, “Don’t worry, she’s not really mad.”

“What time is it?!” Raven checked her phone and answered her own question. 6:32 AM.

Muttering under her breath, Raven got up to use the bathroom. When she came back, she lay down again, watching the show absentmindedly.

After several minutes, she asked Bonnie, “If they’re living underwater, how come they’re able to use a stove?”

“They just can.”

“But you can’t use a stove underwater.”

“Raven, it’s just a cartoon,” Kala reminded her.

“It doesn’t make any sense, though. You shouldn’t be able to use a stove underwater.”

Raven tried to sit through the inanities of the show, but after a while couldn’t contain herself anymore. “Now they’ve got a bathtub full of water! This is too fucking stupid.”

“That’s just the way it is,” Bonnie shrugged.

Kala asked sarcastically, “You want your cartoons to be realistic?”

“I don’t want them to be stupid. I draw the line at campfires and bathtubs of water at the bottom of the ocean.”

The other three giggled at her.

Raven got up. “This is too much for me. I’m gonna go get some breakfast for us somewhere. I’ll be back.” She quickly dressed and left.

A minute later, Kala got out of bed too and peeked out the window. “It looks pretty nice out there.”

Pulling her clothes on, she said, “Jennie, you want to go for a little walk in the woods before we start riding again today?”

Jennie jumped up excitedly. “Yeah!”

“Want to come with us, Bonnie?” asked Kala.

“Nah.”

“Okay, we’ll be back in a bit. I’m taking the key, and I’ll lock the door. You can let Raven in when she comes back with the food.”

Bonnie nodded, still absorbed in her show.

Kala and Jennie opened the door, flooding the room with morning sunlight, then walked out, holding hands.

It was only a few minutes later when Bonnie heard a knock at the motel room door. After pushing back the sheets, she padded over to open up for Raven.

The moment she unlocked the door, it suddenly slammed opened to reveal the hard faces of Jadis and Diamond.

The women shoved Bonnie back inside, where she fell hard on the floor. As Diamond shut the door behind them, Jadis leered down at the girl, “Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

*****

Along a trail in the woods, Kala and Jennie walked hand in hand. The sun felt warm on their skin. Bending over to pick a wildflower beside the trail, Jennie held it up to Kala, sporting her trademark bashful smile.

Kala took the flower and knelt down, quickly looking around to check that they were alone before planting a kiss on Jennie’s lips.

*****

“That’ll be $21.47.”

Raven pulled out her wallet, fished out a twenty and a five, and handed them to the clerk.

The clerk gave Raven four empty cups to fill at the drink machine, then opened the cash register and began counting out the change.

*****

Her heart thumping in panic, Bonnie tried to scramble away on her hands and knees, only to be seized and violently pulled backward.

“Think you’d got away?!” Jadis sneered. “No one escapes me!”

Thrown heavily over onto her back, Bonnie stared up at the woman through tear-filled eyes. Jadis straddled her, closing her grip around Bonnie’s throat. Bonnie grasped at her wrists, desperately trying to pull the strong hands away from her throat as she struggled to breathe.

*****

“We should probably head back now.”

Jennie grinned up at Kala, “Okay. Race you!”

Without waiting for an answer, Jennie took off down the trail. Kala smiled at the girl with love, then ran after her.

*****

Raven held the cup against the Mountain Dew lever, and waited as the cup slowly filled. She wasn’t sure what Kala or Jennie would want. When Bonnie’s Mountain Dew finished, she held one cup under the Pepsi nozzle and the other under the 7-Up nozzle. They were just going to have to make do with those.

*****

“Where’s my money?!”

Bonnie gasped for breath, “I… don’t… know…”

Jadis pulled out a knife, bringing the sharp blade within inches of Bonnie’s face. “Where’s Raven and Kala?”

“Ra… ven… went… for… break… fast… Kala… went… for… walk…”

Diamond picked up the two duffle bags. “Found it.”

“Good,” Jadis nodded. “Now we wait for them.”

*****

Jennie raced along as fast as she could, giggling the whole time with the exhilaration of being chased. Kala was leisurely jogging not far behind her, admiring how adorable the nine-year-old girl looked as she ran.

Suddenly, Kala’s eyes widened. She quickly sprinted up to Jennie, grabbing her and pulling her behind a tree.

“Jennie… shhh… don’t make a sound.” She pulled out her Glock. “I want you to stay right here behind this tree. Don’t move from it. Understand?”

The child slowly nodded, terribly frightened.

“I need to go back to the motel by myself. You might hear some noises, but I want you to stay right here and don’t come out, okay?”

Jennie’s lips quivered as if she were going to cry.

“I’ll be back soon. I love you.” After giving Jennie a kiss, Kala crouched low, then crept through the woods toward the highway, looking back once at the girl to make sure she stayed put.

Kala headed across the road to the cafe just as Raven was coming out, her hands full with sacks of food. “Jadis is here!”

Dropping the bags to the ground, Raven pulled out her Glock, but Kala blocked her. “You can’t just go charging in. That’s what they’re expecting us to do.”

“How many are there?”

“I counted four bikes.”

Running to hide themselves in the woods near the cafe, they looked across the highway, spying out the area around the motel.

“There’s Rayne, and there’s Ash,” said Kala. “I don’t see anyone else. Jadis and Diamond must be inside the room with Bonnie.”

Raven thought for a minute, then said, “I know Ash. She wouldn’t turn against us so easily. All she knows is whatever Jadis told her. I’m gonna text her.”

“Are you crazy?! How do you know she won’t turn us in?!”

“She won’t.”

“You willing to bet Bonnie’s life on that?”

Raven pulled out her phone. “Yep.”

As Raven and Kala watched her from their concealed position among the trees, Ash pulled her phone from her pocket and read the message. After saying something to Rayne they couldn’t hear, she casually walked across the road and took a few steps into the woods.

“Raven? You there?” she called quietly.

“Over here,” Raven called back, just as quietly.

Upon coming closer and seeing them, Ash’s eyes widened, “Jesus, Raven! You really are here!” Then her voice became angry, “What the fuck you been doin’?! You went rogue on us!”

“No, we didn’t. Maya and Lucia distracted us so Jadis could rape my girl.”

“Shit. I didn’t know about that. I never did like Jadis’s idea of sharing everything. But why’d you take the money?”

“Well, seeing as how we were leaving and how I wanted to get back at Jadis for what she did, I decided that was me and Kala’s cut of the loot. After all, ya’ll were going to hit more banks.”

Ash nodded slowly.

Raven looked closely at the woman. “We really could use your help now.”

After a moment’s pause, Ash said, “Jadis isn’t only after the money. She wants all of you dead. I fucking can’t stand the thought of her murdering those two little kids. Count me in.”

“So what’re we gonna do?” Kala asked.

“They’re holed up in there with one of the girls,” Ash told them. “There’s only one thing we can do. Try to kill them before they kill us.”

*****

Ash walked back across the road to the parking lot of the motel. Heading over to Rayne, she began talking to her, distracting her so she would be unaware of Raven approaching from behind until it was too late. Raven hit her hard with the butt of her gun, and Rayne collapsed to the asphalt, unconscious.

Quietly sneaking up to the door of their room, Raven ever so carefully inserted the key and unlocked it. After looking at Kala and Ash beside her, nodding at them, she suddenly threw the door open.

As she stepped quickly inside, everything became a blur for Raven — Bonnie on the floor on her back, Jadis standing over her — Diamond whipping around toward Raven while raising her gun — Raven putting two rounds into Diamond, dropping her — and Raven’s right shoulder exploding in pain, causing the Glock to slip from her hand.

Kala came through the doorway, firing once. But Bonnie had started to get up and was in the way, so the shot went wide, missing Jadis. Then Kala had to duck back outside when Jadis, using Bonnie as a shield, swung her gun towards Kala, splintering the door frame with a shot.

As Jadis turned to aim at her, Raven drew her boot knife with her left hand and threw it hard, just as Jadis pulled the trigger.

The gun fell from the gang leader’s hand as she reached for the knife sticking out of her neck, severing her carotid artery. Jadis stared at Raven for a brief moment, then paled and fell to the floor, dead.

Bonnie ran over sobbing and threw her arms around Raven. Raven couldn’t seem to focus her eyes on Bonnie… and suddenly her legs gave out from under her. She crumpled down as Bonnie screamed.

Kala and Ash rolled Raven onto her back, revealing two dark red splotches on the front of her shirt. As Bonnie hugged Raven, crying, “Please don’t die,” Ash tried in vain to pull the grieving girl away while also yanking out her phone and dialing 911. Kala grabbed a towel from the bathroom, using it to plug the gunshot wounds in Raven’s chest and shoulder.

Raven, semiconscious, mumbled, “Bonnie… is Bonnie all right?”

“Yes, she’s fine,” Kala quickly assured her. “Now stay with me, Raven!”

“EMS is on its way,” Ash reported.

Kala looked at her. “Ash, listen, we can’t have the kids getting involved with the authorities. All right?”

The woman nodded.

“There’s a trail behind the motel, on the left,” Kala told her, “leading into the woods. About a hundred feet down it is the other little girl. Her name’s Jennie and she’s hiding behind a tree. Take Bonnie with you, so Jennie will know you’re a friend. Keep both girls hidden there until after the police have gone.”

Ash got up. She attempted to take the child’s hand and lead her from the room, but Bonnie held tightly on to Raven. “No, I won’t leave her… don’t die… please don’t die… I love you…”

Blinking, Raven looked into Bonnie’s eyes and tried to give her a smile, but everything was blurry, and then… faded… to… black…

*****

Kala walked down the hall of Las Animas County Hospital toward room 138. Raven had come out of surgery a few hours earlier and was expected to wake up at any time.

A sheriff’s deputy stood outside the door. As Kala approached, she asked him, “Is she awake yet?”

“No. I’m still waiting for her to come around so I can get a statement.”

Kala quietly entered the room. Raven’s right shoulder and chest were bandaged. An IV tube dangled from her left arm. Kala saw that her eyes were still closed as she went over to the side of the bed.

In the reflection in the mirror by the sink, Kala watched the deputy trail her inside, stopping about ten feet behind her. She maneuvered her body so she was between Raven and the deputy.

“Raven…?” she whispered.

Kala took her friend’s hand, gently squeezing it. “Raven, can you hear me? Ash is hiding the girls. The cops don’t know about ‘em.”

There was no response.

“Raven?”

Very slowly, Raven’s eyes came open halfway… and to Kala’s surprise, subtly winked at her.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Kala asked, “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

The deputy, able to hear some conversation, took a step towards them. Kala barely glanced over at him with her peripheral vision. She felt Raven squeezing her hand, bringing her attention back.

Raven asked in a questioning tone, “What did those robbers want at the motel? I don’t remember nothing.” Raven squeezed her hand hard, staring intensely at her as she whispered fiercely, “Nothing!”

Kala stared back, giving a nearly imperceptible nod of understanding.

*****

Monday, late morning. Kala and Raven walked slowly toward the motel room. Raven was returning after spending two days in the hospital recovering from surgery. Her only visitor had been Kala, because they didn’t want anyone finding out about the girls.

As the door opened and Raven walked inside, Bonnie leaped to her feet, running over and throwing herself into the woman’s arms.

“Hey, careful now,” Raven said with a smile. “I’m still kind of weak.”

Bonnie buried her face in Raven’s chest. “It seems like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I missed you too.”

Kala walked over to Ash, “Thanks for watching the girls.”

“No problem.”

“So what’re you going to do now that Jadis is dead? Without her, the Burning Angels are pretty much no more.”

Ash shrugged, “Go back to San Antonio, I guess.”

Raven walked over to a duffle bag and unzipped it. “Thanks for everything, Ash. Here, take some of the loot. Part of it’s yours anyway, and after all you’ve done, you deserve it.”

Ash took out two handfuls of bills. “You’re gonna need most of it taking care of these kids. But if you’re ever in San Anton’, look me up. G’bye, girls.”

“Bye,” Bonnie and Jennie waved.

Ash left the room, leaving them alone.

“Well, checkout’s in less than an hour,” Kala said, “and we need to decide what we’re gonna do.”

Raven sat down on the bed, pulled out her phone, and began looking at Google Maps. Kala came over and sat beside her. “Let’s go back to Austin.”

“There’s a couple of problems with that,” Raven answered. “Whoever’s watching for us in Austin might not know that Jadis is dead, and so it could be dangerous to go back. Also, the police there will be looking for the girls.”

“Well, where else can we go?”

“Hey, there’s the tree!”

Raven and Kala looked at Jennie, who had crawled up on the bed beside Kala and was looking at the map.

“Huh?” Raven queried.

“What tree?” Kala asked.

“There,” Jennie pointed to a name on the map. “That’s where Grandma lives.”

Raven and Kala looked at where she was pointing. Walnut Grove. “Your grandma lives there?”

“Yeah. We could live with her. She’s really nice.”

“I think your grandma will want to know what you and Bonnie are doing with us.”

“She won’t care. She never liked my dad and told us that if me and mom could ever get away from him, we should live with her.”

“She didn’t like your dad?”

“No. She’s my mom’s mom and was always telling Mom to leave him. After my dad moved us to Texas, I didn’t see her anymore.”

“Do you know her address?”

“Um, no… but I remember how to get there.”

“What do you think?” Kala asked Raven.

“I’m wondering what Grandma’s gonna say when you pull up on a motorcycle with her granddaughter and ask if we can stay with her.”

“I just know she’ll love y’all,” Jennie assured them.

“Well, it’s a better possibility than Austin, so I say we go,” Kala announced to the others.

Raven stood up. “I guess we’ll see what happens.”

Continue on to Chapter 12

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Works of Art

  • Posted on May 26, 2017 at 1:49 pm

By Misty Meadow

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2017 }

In January a few years ago, a notice in the Daily Telegraph announced the sale of a small collection of paintings by a minor gallery located off Charing Cross Road in London. The painter wished to remain anonymous, for obvious reasons.

At first glance each painting appeared to be of a prepubescent girl, naked or nearly so, but closer examination revealed that they were all paintings of photographs. The white edge of the photograph was depicted together with the four push pins holding it to a surface and the electronic date/time stamp in the bottom left hand corner could easily be read.

The pictures had been taken at roughly one month intervals over the previous year. The girl was always posed in such a way as to reveal her vagina, though not in a deliberately lewd way. Nevertheless, she managed to radiate both innocence and sexuality.

The earliest picture showed her sitting at the bottom of a flight of stairs dressed in nothing more than a pair of white cotton knickers. She had pulled the waist of the knickers out and was peering down inside, an expression of intense curiosity on her angelic face.

The next was a full frontal nude, hiding nothing and she held a vividly coloured parakeet on her hand. The lighting was all directed at the bird, leaving her body in partial shade and one could argue that it was a picture of a bird, the girl being incidental, allowing one to gaze at her at length, pretending to be a lover of birds rather than little girls.

In a later picture, she was standing knee deep in a lake, again in white knickers which in their wetness clung tightly to her body, revealing the exact shape of her vagina or, one wondered, had they become so translucent that one was actually looking at the real thing?

All the remaining pictures showed her naked, playing a violin or sitting cross legged reading a book, and the last one showed her sitting at a kitchen table, legs carelessly spread, her head turned sideways, her lips open, her hand holding a up banana an inch from her lips, a symbolism lost on few.

All the paintings were signed, “Mummy.”

Word soon spread that it was an exhibition of child pornography. In the UK, the legal definition includes this phrase: “illegal to take, make, distribute, show or possess an indecent photograph or pseudo-photograph of someone under the age of 18.” An argument ensued in the press about what constituted a pseudo-photograph. The usual interpretation was a computer image. Did the law include paintings? Could a painting of a photograph be porn? Would a photo of a painting of a photo be illegal? Apparently not, because the papers were printing them.

The gallery forbade photography, but with iPhones being ubiquitous, most visitors took pictures surreptitiously and soon they were available in all the tabloids.

What did “indecent” actually mean? Was the gallery owner in trouble? The Crown Prosecution Service attempted to extract the name of the artist from him, but all he was able to reveal was the name of the law firm that actually handled the sales, and they weren’t talking.

The terms of sale were unusual. Upon arrival, viewers were given a card with a phone number on it, nothing more. Each painting was priced at five thousand pounds, no haggling, take it or leave it, to be sold on a first come – first served basis. A buyer could call the law firm from right there in the gallery and close the sale immediately.

On the first day, only three were sold, seven the next day, and the remainder went on the third day just minutes after the gallery opened. They would all remain on the gallery walls until the end of the month and buyers could collect them when the exhibition closed.

For the next few weeks, there was a line down the street to get in and see this new sensation. Word had clearly got out. When the exhibition closed, buyers wearing sunglasses and hats pulled low could be seen leaving, carrying their paintings, concealed by bubble wrap, under their arms, smug smiles on their faces.

A large sign in the gallery foyer announced that there would be another exhibition by the same artist at the same time next year. People tried to make reservations but they were told just to come and get in line.

The paintings were titled “Mummy’s Little Girl: No. 1,” “Mummy’s Little Girl: No. 2,” etc., through number 12. Who was she? She certainly looked far from unhappy about being photographed in such revealing poses, indeed, the eager smile on her lovely face indicated she was having a great time.

The little girl was me. I was just ten years old.

My name is Myfanwy, but Mum calls me Muffin. We live in a cottage just outside a small village in Snowdonia in North Wales. The nearest neighbours are a quarter of a mile away, so we have plenty of privacy.

Mum made a nice living that year, sixty grand less commission being much more than she’d ever earned from her art before, even though her technique was excellent. She lit her subjects like Carravagio, painted textures like the Dutch masters, and her flesh tones seemed as if they might feel warm to the touch. The only subject she painted was me.

She was a lesbian paedophile. I knew because she told me. “I’m a lover of little girls,” she said, when I was about six.

“Everyone loves kids,” I pointed out.

“Yes, but I love to hug and kiss and fondle you in a special way. You excite me.”

I didn’t see how hugging her daughter merited a special name like ‘paedophile’. After all, didn’t all mummies hug their kids? Well, most of them do, but I found out later that not all of them take showers with their little girls and wash them all over and pay special attention to their little cunnies, and not all little girls are utterly fascinated by their mum’s pussies, to the extent that they caress them and marvel as they grow moist to the touch.

She’d told me never to tell anyone about the fun stuff we did in the shower, so I thought it was just normal mum/daughter games until much later, in school, when we got the “inappropriate touching” lecture. So Mum was different from other mothers. Was I freaked out? Not a bit. Our fun thing was special and I didn’t want it to stop.

I wasn’t her victim. She didn’t make me do anything that I didn’t want to do, in fact I was usually the one who initiated things. We’d wrestle on the rug and I’d manage to sit on her face, or I’d lie on the couch, my head in her lap, reaching up to caress her small but firm tits, or I’d say, “I want to make love, Mum.” She’d smile and take my hand, and we’d drift into her bedroom and undress each other.

By the age of eight, in the shower, I’d progressed from merely letting her finger my cunt to kneeling before her and exploring her pink cavern with my tongue. I loved it all. The smell and taste of her cunt made my head spin. If it made her happy, I wanted to do it. One time she was lying in the tub when I came into the bathroom and she asked me to step in with my feet either side of her head and feed her my pussy. So I squatted down onto her face and she licked me to a lovely orgasm.

A couple of times a week, usually Saturday mornings when I was not at school, we’d have a photo session. We’d dream up new ideas, new ways for me to display my body erotically while maintaining a veneer of innocence. It was tremendously exciting to undress while she watched me, then pose for her and the camera, knowing that one day, dozens, maybe hundreds of people would look the the resultant painting and be excited by it.

“Men are gonna like you,” Mum said one day. “Most paedophiles are men, although I know of a few women who would give anything just to see you with nothing on, showing off your darling little cunt like this. You may think that a ten-year-old girl can’t be all that sexy, not with your flat chest and narrow hips, but believe me, there is a huge number of people out there who are secretly into little girls, just like me, and I want them to have the exquisite pleasure of gazing on your naked body through the medium of my art.”

She’d look through the camera, framing the shot, and my cunt area would tingle with excitement, with the naughtiness of showing off my private parts. I loved it, the undressing, the posing, the adoring look on Mum’s face as she photographed me.

I was now ten, but as yet there were no signs of approaching puberty. “I don’t want you to grow up, Muffin,” Mum said. “I want you to remain a little girl forever.” So I let her take pictures of me in the most indecent poses I could think of, the more the merrier, so she’d at least have them after I became a grown woman.

*****

We started to assemble a collection for the next sale. The first one showed me wearing a suspender belt, white stockings, a wispy little see-through bra that concealed nothing and, of course, no knickers. I was sitting on a window sill, legs slightly parted, with the light behind me and it came out in soft focus, a new challenge for Mum to reproduce in oils, but she did a superb job. It was possible to see my cunny quite clearly.

“Don’t you think it’s time you started calling your cunny by a more grown up name?” she asked.

“Like what?”

“Pussy? Twat? Minge? Quim? How about ‘cunt’?”

I liked the sound of “cunt”. It had a nice lewd ring to it. I tried it out. “Cunt! Look at my cunt! Do you like my cunt? I know you want to touch my cunt!”

Mum laughed. “Yes, touch it and lick it. Come here, Muffin, and let your mummy make you happy.” Even though I was only ten, her tongue could light up my whole body.

The next picture was intended to be less provocative. It showed me pulling my knickers down. They’d got as far as mid-thigh when the camera flash went off. I was leaning slightly forward, tugging them down, looking straight into the camera lens with a dazzling smile on my face. But somehow, the presence of knickers made the whole scene more erotic than just my naked body.

“I love your knickers, my darling. I don’t know what looks sexier, you in your knickers or just naked.” I put my hand between her legs and fingered her cunt until she was dripping wet, then used my knickers to wipe her, then put them back on again. I had no problem wearing knickers soaked with her cunt juice. If I could happily lick and taste her, a few stains were no problem. It was kinda intimate.

The months rolled by and the collection was coming together nicely. Mum had taken a number of selfies of us, my face buried between her thighs, then hers between mine and I begged her to paint one of them, but she demurred, pointing out that all the other stuff she’d painted was borderline porn that she’d gotten away with, but a painting of me eating her pussy could never be passed off as art.

“We have to keep it classy,” she said. “If we cross a certain line, the authorities could close the gallery down and we’d be fucked. We have to maintain a delicate balance between pornography and art. We want to appeal to paedophiles in a way that’s acceptable to society as a whole. Usually, when people hear the words ‘kiddy porn’ or ‘paedophile’ they become outraged. There’s a side to this whole question that’s perfectly benign, harmless, and in our case, beneficial. I want to acquaint the public with the pure, beautiful aspect of child sexuality, but without running afoul of the law.”

By now, the previous year’s pictures had all been leaked to various sites on the Internet, spreading ever wider until they could be found practically anywhere. I rejoiced in my fame, secure in the knowledge that in this tiny conservative community in the Welsh mountains, it was unlikely than our neighbours would encounter them. If confronted, we could always claim, with suitable outrage, that it wasn’t me, just some other little girl who looked similar. Mum had taken the precaution of painting my eyes slightly bigger, with darker lashes and eyebrows, and a smaller nose.

“I’ll leave your lips just as they are,” she said. “Come and kiss me.” Our tongues met like excited puppies.

January arrived and it was time to open the new exhibition. Still just twelve paintings, they were slightly more lascivious than those of the previous year. One showed me squatting naked with my arms round Bandit, our border collie, as I whispered in his ear. Squats are always good for showing off a cunt, and though the main subject was the dog, one’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to my little girly slit. In another, I played a guitar. You’ll never see a fully dressed person playing a guitar with their knees together, and neither were mine, nor was I in any way dressed.

Such was the crowd outside the gallery in distant London that BBC television was broadcasting the gallery opening live. Some potential buyers had been camped out for days, guarding their places in the line and as the doors opened, a great cheer went up. Three men and a woman were injured in the crush to get in the door and we later learned that all twelve paintings were sold in minutes, as fast as the law firm could process the calls, despite the fact that Mum was now demanding ten thousand pounds for each one.

“You should’ve auctioned them,” I said to her when the broadcast ended.

“No, Muffin. No one would bid openly for them. Who’d wanna be labeled as a collector of child porn? It’s better this way. Those buyers must be dealers who’ll sell them off at a huge profit, but we don’t have to be greedy. We just want to make the world more appreciative of the beauty of a child’s body, to fight back against society’s oppression of benign girl lovers like me.”

Before the end of the day, the pictures started appearing on the Internet, all described as “art,” or at worst, “erotic art.” I felt immensely proud of myself and of my body. I looked at myself in the mirror, closely inspecting my nipples and my cunt, but there was still no sign of development.

*****

The next exhibition, a year later, was different. I was now twelve. My tits, imperceptible in January, had slowly grown over the course of the year until by December, they were distinct little mounds of soft flesh, and my cunt had begun to develop lips. A few wisps of pubic hair appeared, but Mum shaved them off. She was fighting my transformation into a woman as hard as she could. Though I still had the innocent, angelic face of a child, my body was a different story. I was sexy. I mean really fucking sexy. I could see it myself.

This year’s paintings were even more daring and showed me in improbable poses. A few were gymnastic in nature with my cunt always in perfect view as the centrepiece, my contortions serving only to display it more aggressively. The last picture showed me sprawled on a couch, my legs spread wide, one hand covering one tit, the other hiding my cunt — or was I masturbating? It depended on the viewer’s state of mind.

We were now probably over the line into the realm of child pornography.

“I’m hoping the last two years have opened people’s minds somewhat,” Mum said. “We haven’t even been questioned by the authorities, let alone prosecuted. I think we’re gonna get away with it again. At twenty thousand a clip, we’re looking at over two hundred K. And next year, well, we’re gonna be rich!”

How wrong she was. What she hadn’t realised was that you can take pictures of naked kids and call them family photos, but I wasn’t a kid any more. I was a pubescent girl, about to have her first period and I was just too fucking sexy to get away with it and I was still underage by four years.

Once again the BBC was at the gallery to report the opening, but a frighteningly large squad of police officers were first through the doors, which promptly closed behind them.

Two days later, disaster struck.

*****

The barman at the village pub called us to ask if we had called the police. “There were two coppers in here a minute ago, asking directions to your place.”

“FUCK!” called Mum, slamming the phone down. She ran into the den and began yanking all the connections from the back of the computer. She lifted it into my arms then pushed a handful of memory sticks into my pocket. “Go and throw that into the pool below the falls,” she said.

Tires crunched on the gravel as I staggered out of the back door and down to the path by the stream. A hundred yards downstream, a small waterfall fell into a deep pool. I tossed the computer in and followed it with the memory sticks. I got back to the cottage in time to see Mum in cuffs, being pushed into a police car.

“Call my sister,” she had time to yell. “She’ll come and take care of you.”

The nightmare had just begun.

*****

A week later, Mum was home again, out on bail, but she was no longer the anonymous painter that the art world had wondered about for two years. Her name was all over the papers, and they no longer printed the pictures, all of which had been confiscated from their owners by the police, as evidence. How their identities, or Mum’s for that matter, were uncovered wasn’t clear, but it probably involved some computer hacking by the authorities. There were a lot of pissed off art lovers out there, but they quickly formed into a group to support us and help pay our legal fees. All the money we’d made from the paintings was gone to pay the bail.

Months later, Mum went back to London for the trial which took several weeks, closely reported in the press. Our defense team made the case that a painting of a photograph fell outside the definition of child pornography. “If one took a video of a bank robbery, would that be a crime? The robbery, yes, but the video? No!” was the theme our barrister constantly hammered at. “Is a photograph of a counterfeit banknote a forgery? Of course not!”

Towards the end of the trial, I was summoned to testify and travelled down to London. At Euston Station, Mum hugged me so tightly it almost hurt.

“You’re a brave girl,” she said. “It won’t be easy to stand up in court and give evidence.”

“I can do it, Mum.”

*****

On November 2, 1960, a jury delivered a verdict of Not Guilty at the trial of Penguin Books, who’d published Lady Chatterley’s Lover earlier in the year. The jury had been required to read the book from end to end, and their decision that it was a work of art and not an obscenity had kicked off a social revolution that is remembered to this day.

Today in similar fashion, all three dozen of Mum’s paintings were displayed, one by one, for the jury’s consideration. While this was going on, I was sitting outside the courtroom, waiting to be called. A couple of hours went by and I was torn between anxiety about the outcome of the trial and pride that my naked body was once more on display for strangers to admire. They’re looking at me, I thought. They’re looking at my naked cunt. My tummy tingled with excitement.

Then my name was called.

“Were you a willing participant in the creation of your mother’s works of art?” asked our barrister. I must have looked so innocent, wearing a school uniform, the front of my blouse pulled flat, white ankle socks on my feet.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I replied, giving the jury my most dazzling smile. “My mum’s a brilliant artist and I wanted to give her a suitable subject to paint, a subject close to her heart. She really loves me a lot.”

“Did she ever force you to do anything you were reluctant to do?”

I let out a little derisive snort. “I loved being painted. I’m proud of what I did. I’m not one of those people who are ashamed of their own bodies.” A few of the spectators clapped. Others frowned.

Then I had to wait outside again as the closing arguments were made.

The jury retired. They were out for most of two days. I was in the courtroom for the verdict.

“Not guilty!” the jury foreman said firmly. The court erupted, a mixture of cheers and boos.

*****

Our customers have all had their paintings returned to them. We’ve been inundated with emails, cards and letters of congratulation from the huge number of people who supported us. But the money is gone, spent on legal fees. Just as painful was the loss of the hundreds of photographs that Mum had taken of me down the years. They lay at the bottom of the pool below the waterfall.

All we had were copies of the paintings that we’d downloaded from the Internet.

“Do you want to paint more pictures of me?” I asked Mum when we got back to Wales.

“Let’s get a look at you. Take your clothes off.”

I undressed for her and she looked at me, then sadly shook her head.

I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. A thirteen-year-old girl, who’d had her first period months earlier, looked back at me. She had fully formed breasts, small and firm, and curvy hips, and a little bush of blond hair was visible just above the lips of her vagina. I was now a woman, and I didn’t look at all innocent.

Mum and I looked at each other. We both knew it was hopeless. The little girl had gone. Any painting of me, however daring, would just be another piece of run-of-the-mill erotic art. We didn’t need to say anything.

“We gave them a run for their money, anyway,” Mum said, hugging me.

Had we achieved anything? Had we done anything to erode society’s horror of pictures of naked little girls? Had we opened a crack in society’s intolerance of child lovers? I’d like to think so, but don’t see any signs of it. Our pictures were not Lady Chatterley’s Lover, and there’s no revolution unfolding.

But I do have the satisfaction of knowing that three dozen happy customers are looking at me and, I hope, becoming aroused by my sexuality… and let’s not forget that all the pictures can still be found on the Internet.

And there’s my wonderful mother. Even if I can’t convey the innocence of a child, Mum still finds me desirable, and we are still lovers.

I lie in bed at night, next to my naked mother. We’ve just pleasured one another, and she is asleep. I’m thinking about the hundreds and thousands of men and women out there, their faces lit by the glow of their computer screens, looking at me, perhaps masturbating, and I bask in my own glow in the knowledge that I’ve made a lot of people very happy.

The End

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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 7

  • Posted on May 25, 2017 at 4:31 pm

By Purple Les

Me and Mary stopped holding hands when we reached the bottom of the stairs and went to sit together in the easy chair.

There was that funny feeling I had in my tummy as we waited for the Trans to come pick up their ten and five year old daughters, Mary and Lucy.

Meanwhile, Mary took every chance to get me alone and kiss me.

“We’re just going in the kitchen for some water, Mom,” we’d say, and then kiss once we were out of Mom’s sight. We had been friends since first grade. How was I to know that for all the years I would think of kissing her, she had thought the same, but we never tried anything till New Year’s Eve last night?

Now it looked like all Mary wanted to do was make up for lost time. I did too. Last night and this morning with her sister weren’t going to be enough for us. It was fun and felt so great. Since her parents would be here any moment, there wasn’t much choice for us. Being a kid can suck. No freedom to just stay together when you want to. Okay so we’re kids, but we have feelings too you know.

We heard the car pull into the driveway. Mrs. Tran was at the door, and Mr. Tran right behind her with a big bag of food.

“What’s all this?”

“We had to get the restaurant going, Carol, so we made some food for you and Katy. Make sure everything work okay, you know.” said Mr. Tran.

“Me and Katy?! There’s enough for an army here. Won’t you come in for awhile, help us eat some of this?”

“Oh, I wish we could but we can’t leave the restaurant long, just the cook and waiter there now.” said Mr. Tran handing Mom the food and going back to the car.

Mom brought the food in while Mary and Lucy got their coats and boots on. We did a reverse of when they got here, and I handed stuff to my Mom, who handed it to Mrs. Tran, who gave it to Mr. Tran.

“Mrs. Tran, can Mary stay again tonight? Please?”

“Yeah, Mom! Can I please?” added Mary, both of us using our best begging faces.

Mrs. Tran winked at my Mom then looked at me and Mary.

“No, I don’t think so. You both look like you were up all night. Let’s give poor Carol a break. She’s not young like me. She need her rest.”

Mom laughed, “I don’t mind really. If Mary wants to stay she can.”

“Thanks, Carol, but I think she better come home and take a nap. Take a nap with her sister, keep Lucy out of trouble. Besides, we may be busy today, so I might need her help later.”

Mary looked like I felt — sad.

So I said, “I could come home with you and help Mary in the restaurant!”

Mrs. Tran just looked at me and laughed. “Oh thank you, Katy, but you look like you going to fall asleep in the doorway there.”

Mr. and Mrs. Tran thanked my mom again, and Mom thanked them again for the food, and then after my best friend and her little sister hugged Mom goodbye, they got Mary and Lucy in the car. We all yelled Happy New Year to each other, and then they were gone.

Me and Mom were still pretty full from breakfast, but the food smelled so good we had some. Well, to be honest we had a lot. But there was still a ton left over.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, we vegged out for awhile in the living room. Mom wanted to wash my hair, so I knelt on the step stool with my head over the kitchen sink. Mom got my hair all wet with the faucet and then shampooed my hair, rinsed it, and washed it again. I loved the way she would rub my scalp; it felt good.

After she rinsed it out again, she had me straighten up and wrapped a towel around my head. She patted my butt and told me to get down off the stool.

“Keep the towel on while I clean up in here. Then I’ll dry and brush your hair out.”

I went to sit in the back room, a small room at the back of the house where we keep the computer and the sewing machine and stuff.

I was just looking out the back window at the snow and the blue sky. Then a snowy owl landed. They are beautiful, all white and the only owls I think that hunt during the day.

“Mom, Mom, Mom! Come quick! Hurry!”

You know when I yell like that I could be bleeding to death or something, and Mom just ignores me. So I yelled out, “Mom! There’s a snowy owl out back!” Now that brought her running, but if I had said, ‘I’m dying, Mom!’ she probably would have taken a nap before she came to me.

She came and put her hands on my shoulders. “Where, Katy?!” I pointed to where she could see it, and she was all excited like me.

“Keep an eye on her! I have to get my camera!”

We are used to seeing animals like deer, rabbits, squirrels, hawks, skunks, raccoons, opossums, ravens, woodchucks, eagles, and once in great while a porcupine in the back yard. One time Mom even chased a black bear out of the yard banging a pot and pan together. This was the first snowy owl we ever saw in the yard though.

Mom was back with her digital camera. The owl had stayed where she was, and Mom got a bunch of pictures of it. Then Mom sat in the big rocking chair we have back there, and I sat on her lap. We were just watching the owl and the sky. It felt so nice to have Mom with her arms around me and her chin resting on my shoulder, her face against mine.

After a long while the owl left.

“Where do you think she came from, Mom?”

“I guess from way up north. She came to say ‘hi’ to us I guess.”

Then Mom took the towel off my head and dried my hair and brushed it out.

The sky got dark and it started to snow hard sideways. Aunt Billie would always say ‘the weather changes here faster than you can drop your drawers’ and then she’d laugh. Now when I thought of that I sort of pictured Aunt Billie pulling her panties down in front of Mom.

We went in to the living room and sat on the couch.

“Mom, can you put my hair in a French braid, please?”

“Sure, just let me brush it some more to get it dried out better.”

“I think I’m a werewolf, Mom.”

She didn’t say anything, just kept brushing my hair.

“Wanna know why, Mom?”

“No, not really, honey.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you anyway. Remember how Mrs. Schmidt’s terrier got bit by something in the woods, and then a week later it nipped me? Well, I think he’d been bit by a werewolf and then passed it to me.”

Mom stopped brushing my hair and started to braid my hair. She just went, “Uh-huh.”

“Remember last winter when those dog tracks came right up to the back door and stopped, and there was blood? That had to be me coming home from a kill.”

“Katy, that was Mr. Keller’s dog. He’d tangled with something and went through our yard.”

“Then how come a few times I’ve woken up in the morning and my pajamas are off? That’s because I changed in to a wolf during the night.”

“That’s because you roll around in bed so much in your sleep,” she said as she finished my braid. “There. Go look at your braid in the mirror.”

I went into the bathroom and looked at my hair and came and sat back on the couch.

“I don’t like it, Mom. Can you take it out, please?”

“Sure, turn your back to me.”

“Gee, Mom, it was funny seeing Lucy get ready for bed right out here, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Mary getting her little sister naked like that in front of us.”

“Hmm, well I guess maybe they are used to that or something. Mary didn’t seem shy about being nude in front of us, either.”

Mom had my braid undone and was brushing my hair out again.

“Um, Mom? Uh, if you ever wanted to go around naked — um — it’s alright. I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Uh, okay…? Thanks…?” Then she stopped and I could tell she was thinking about something she wanted to say. “Katy? You don’t have to tell me, but you know how you said you and Mary had never done anything sexual. Did that change last night?”

I wanted to tell her everything about last night and about this morning, but all that came out was, “Um, yeah well , uh, we sort of… um, yeah it changed last night.” I put my hands over my face and started to laugh like an idiot. “Mom we had sex and made love, and it is like the very best thing ever! Ever! I think I want to marry her.”

Mom kissed the back of my head and asked if I was hungry. I wasn’t. I asked if we could watch a movie instead. She said sure, and I picked out this one I’d been dying to see with all these monsters together in it.

Mom put on the Christmas lights and the manger lights and put the hall light on. She covered me with a quilt when she got back to the couch. After she sat down, I put my head on her lap and she started the movie.

It was Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger. I was so excited! I’d seen a preview of it and it looked great. Then the beginning started. Then all of a sudden it was quiet. The TV was off, and the kitchen light was on. I was alone on the couch. I could hear Mom talking on the phone. Dang! I’d fallen asleep as soon as the movie started. I listened to see who Mom was talking to.

“… I know just what you mean, Grace.”

Oh, she was talking to Mrs. Tran.

“… your daughters are beautiful…. no not at the same time, but I did see both of them, yes. Yes, I’m glad Lucy liked her feel goods. I loved giving them to her. Yes,  Katy told me she and Mary did something too, but I didn’t get any details. No… you either? Oh? What did Lucy tell you? Breakfast? They what?…”

I heard Mom laughing, but more like a laugh when Aunt Billie tells Mom a dirty joke and Mom doesn’t get it at first and then gets it and then has a kind of dirty laugh when she thinks about it some more.

“Oh my god, Grace, you’re getting me all hot now! Yes, Lucy is so cute, and she… well you taught her well, Grace…. Oh, she tells you what she does with Mary?… No, I never did with Katy, either…. Well at least you get to see Mary in the shower with you and hear about what they do from Lucy…. I agree, Grace. In this crazy world, might as well enjoy all the beauty and pleasure you can get. Like you said, it’s not hurting anyone…. Your girls said that about me?… That’s so sweet, and so dirty. I love it…. Aw, thanks. That’s so nice of you to say. But I have to tell you, I just love that tight little bod of yours. Those perky little breasts with the big hard nipples. I love your face and your smile. Your eyes are amazing. Love your big muff over that beautiful pussy of yours, too. And don’t get me started on your sweet ass.”

Then Mom was just listening and making little noises, and saying ‘oh yeah I like that’ off and on, then more noises.

“I got to tell you, doing that with Lucy, and then seeing Mary nude, I am over-primed…. Oh jeez, Grace, we have to stop right now…. You know damn well why…. UH, yeah, nice, thanks. Okay, talk soon — and get together soon, I hope…. Yeah, you too…. Okay, Happy New Year!… No, no, thank you…. Okay, goodnight.”

As soon as Mom hung up the phone it rang again. She picked it up on the first ring.

“Happy New Year!” she said instead of ‘hello.’ “Oh hi, Billie. I guess you aren’t coming over tonight…. Yeah, it’s snowing like crazy here too. I just talked to Grace Tran, and they had hardly anyone at the restaurant.”

Great, I thought to myself. Mary could have been snowed in here with me instead of home. Stupid grownups.

“She’s out like a light on the couch. Well, I think she and her friend may have worn each other out last night…. Yep, that’s just what I mean…. No, I didn’t see anything…. Yes, Grace’s daughters are so beautiful, and I got a very good look at all their beauty if you know what I mean…. Yes, both of them…. No, not at the same time, sadly. One of them talking to me nude, and the other naked in my room with me. Would you like to hear more?… About what they look like, without any clothes on. Why yes, I’d love to tell you every single detail.

“Let me tell you about Lucy, though,” she continued. “She stayed in my room, and well, you better get ready for this.” Mom was quiet a minute, and then I heard her say, “I’m in the kitchen…. Um yeah, I have my pants open some.” She laughed a little then said, “Anyway, Lucy said she needed her feel goods for bedtime. I was like, what on earth?… Ha! That’s exactly right…. Yes, both of us were nude…. Huh? Oh, she’s five and so cute…. Well, I said, ‘what do I do?’ and she said we had to be naked, and then to put my mouth on her pooc….”

The furnace kicked on in the basement and I couldn’t hear what Mom was saying. I could hear her talking but couldn’t make out the words, but it sure sounded like what I’d thought. Mom licked Lucy’s pussy.

The furnace went off after a few minutes.

“…yes she gave me a feel good too. Reminded me of Penny at that age, so innocent but she sure knew what to do. Let me continue this from my room….” Mom laughed, then said, “Yeah, that would be hot to be caught like that.” More laughter. “Hold on while I change phones.”

I heard Mom go to her room and the bedroom light came on. I heard her come back to the kitchen and say.” Yeah, just a sec, Billie.” I heard her hang up the kitchen phone. She came in the living room, and I pretended to be asleep. She kissed my head and whispered, “I love you, angel.”

Then I heard her in her bedroom. I heard her say, “Now where were we, you naughty little girl…” and then her bedroom door closed.

I thought about picking up the extension and listening in, but I was lazy and comfy on the couch and still sleepy. I know you may already think I am a creepy kid for listening in like I did from the couch, but it’s the only way kids can ever find out what’s really going on.

Every once in awhile I could hear Mom go ‘uh’ or ‘mhhh’ through her door but that was about it. I just lay there. I was looking at the Christmas lights and thinking about the last few days.

First, after all the times I wished it would happen, I’d finally had sex with my teenage cousin Sammie. It was a million times better than I’d ever imagined it.

Then I saw Sammie and Mom having sex. That was a little weird at first to me, but the more I thought about it now, the hotter it became to me.

Then last night and having sex with Mary. That was like a bazillion times better than I’d every imagined it. Then there was the naughty stuff I’d done this morning with Mary and her sister Lucy.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Now Mom was in her room talking to Aunt Billie on the phone and they were talking about girl sex. I bet they were both masturbating. I know they were talking about sex with Lucy, and I guess talking about me and Mary too.

Then I was thinking about what I’d overheard my Mom say on the phone to Mary’s Mom. I reckoned that maybe my Mom and Mary’s Mom had talked about sex and stuff. Maybe they’d even fooled around for all I knew. It sure sounded like they had at least seen each other naked. I tried to think when and how it could have happened.

Maybe when me and Mary were at school. Maybe Mrs. Tran came over here with Lucy and then they were all naked maybe. Mom worked all day though. But Mom was off every other Wednesday. Maybe Mrs. Tran just told Mom about how she would get naked with Mary and Lucy and lick Lucy’s pussy. I wondered a lot about it but couldn’t know for sure what was going on.

I guessed that maybe Mrs. Tran had sex with Lucy, but for some reason not with Mary. I thought about the things that happened in the stories in Juicy Secrets. I thought about the things the two grownup women I e-mailed with said about sex with girls. How one of them did sex stuff with her three daughters.

While I was thinking about all that, I heard myself start to wheeze a little. That’s how my asthma would start, sometimes it would go away real fast by itself. Other times I had to use my inhaler. I started to cough so I reached for my inhaler. I always keep it in my pocket, but I couldn’t find it and started to cough harder. I hardly ever need my inhaler, but I always have it in case. I almost never have a bad attack, but all of sudden I was having a real bad one, I couldn’t breathe and was coughing something awful.

Mom opened her bedroom door. “Katy?!” Mom saw me, “I have to go Billie, it’s Katy, call you back later.”

Mom came over in her robe. She started checking my pockets for my inhaler, “Katy where’s your inhaler?”

I managed to get out that it may be on my bed headboard. Mom ran upstairs. I could hear her swearing up in my room. Then she came running back down with it.

“Okay, stay calm honey, here breathe out,” Mom said as she shook the inhaler and took the cap off the mouthpiece. Then she held it to my mouth and said,”Now breathe in.” and she shot a blast of the inhaler in my mouth. “Now again.” This time I could do it myself.

I started to get my breathe back some.

“Let’s wait a few minutes now, angel.”

We did, I was still having trouble breathing, but I wasn’t coughing anymore. Mom had me use the inhaler a couple more times. Finally I was alright again, but I was still breathing kind of hard.

Mom was holding me, kissing my head. She said, “Are you going to be okay, sweetie? I could take you to the hospital.” I could see by the way she was looking at me that she would take me to the ER even though it was a ninety-minute drive in good weather. With the storm it would be really hard to get there. Except I knew Mom would get us there if we really needed to go.

I hugged Mom tight as I could. “I love you so much!” I was scared I might cry.

She looked at me kind of surprised. “Uh, I love you too. But how do you feel? Please don’t start crying, you’ll make it worse. ”

“I’ll be okay.”

Mom looked kind of worried.

“Honest, Mom. I’m okay now.”

We just sat there on the couch for awhile. Mom said she had to call Aunt Billie back. I could hear her on the phone, but they didn’t talk really. Mom just told her I’d had an asthma attack and was alright now. I heard Mom laugh and say, ”Yeah, Billie, you’re funny. Katy interrupt-us, good one. Yeah okay, Billie, see you tomorrow, love you too.” And Mom hung up.

Mom came back to the couch and put her arm around me. I was breathing a little better now. She kissed my head again. It felt like it must be three in the morning.

“What time is it, Mom?”

“A little after eight o’clock.”

“Oh, it seemed later.” I was wide awake now.

“You want to try and watch your movie again?”

Well that was a great idea, so we watched it. I was awake through the whole movie this time, and Mom seemed to like it too. There are lots of great monsters in it. The part I loved the most, though, is when the two women in it were skinny dipping and a monster came and they had to run away from the monster bare naked.

We had a snack with some of the Chinese food and watched TV on the couch while we ate.

We just watched TV for awhile, and then I had to get ready for bed. I went to the bathroom and peed and washed and brushed my teeth, then went up to put my pajamas on. Mom said she’d be up to tuck me in.

Even though it was cold up there, I stood bare naked for a little while. I couldn’t stop thinking how I’d been naked and doing sex stuff in my bedroom with my sixteen-year-old cousin Sammie, and now with Mary too.

I could see them in my mind, naked in my room. I was trying to picture them together in my room with me, all of us naked. My finger sort of just went to my slit and was going up and down real slow. Then Mom opened the stairway door, and yelled up she was coming to tuck me in. I put on my pajamas real quick and got in bed. I made it just before she got to the top of the stairs. She tucked me in and we talked a little bit. She made sure I could reach my inhaler, and she saw the Chinese puzzle box. I told her Mary left it here for me to try open. Mom said it was pretty. Then she kissed me goodnight, turned off my light, and went downstairs, leaving the night light on. I put my sock monkey, Ingrid, under the covers with me and hugged her. I think I fell asleep thinking about monsters chasing me and Mary. We were running around naked to get away from them.

The next morning was so cold, but the sun was blazing, so it seemed nicer than it was. I got up and put on my robe and slippers and made my bed, before tucking Ingrid under the covers some to keep warm. I went downstairs to the bathroom then to the kitchen.

Mom asked how I felt, (“Fine, Mom”) and how I slept, and I said like I always say, “On my side Mom,” and she gave me a light smack on my butt like she always does. I sat down and we had breakfast at the kitchen table.

Then we got dressed and put all our extra cold weather gear on and I shoveled the walk while she got the snow blower out of the garage and cleared the driveway. Then Mom went down the road a little way to clear out the driveway for Mrs. Schmidt, who’s old and alone except for her old dog.

I like seeing that fluffy snow blow all over from the snowblower into the bright blue sky and the sunlight hitting all the sparkly flakes. I bet that’s what heaven looks like. So pretty you can’t look too long or it hurts your eyes.

After that was done we just walked up and down the road a little bit. Mom was glad she was still off from work, and I was still off of school, ’cause it would be hours before our road would get plowed.

We warmed up in the kitchen and drank some hot chocolate after we left our boots and coats and stuff in the side entryway.

No one on earth makes hot chocolate like my Mom. It’s like drinking a real good candy bar.

Then she went and showered and when she was done I took a shower too.

I put on clean clothes in my bedroom. I put on my regular blue cotton panties, my warm extra heavy socks, my long sleeve tie-dye t-shirt, my a little too big for me but very warm and comfy denim bib overalls, and my big warm sweater. I took my sock monkey, Ingrid, and my comic book and went downstairs to the couch and read.

I read the whole comic book. Then the sun was moving down. The sky was a bunch of blue colors, from real light to real dark blue. In the dark blue part I could see a couple of stars. The sun looked small with a little bit of orange in the light blue part of the sky. I felt sort of nice. I don’t know how to describe it. I felt peaceful inside. And then after a little while, I felt horny too.

I thought of Sammie and Penny and Aunt Sue. I bet they were all bare naked right this moment having sex. I bet Mary and her little sister Lucy were bare naked and fooling around. Everyone had someone for sex all the time but me. Mrs. Tran had Mr. Tran and her daughters, or Lucy at least, that I could figure for sure. Aunt Billie had all her girlfriends and my Mom. I looked out the front window for awhile.

“Mom? What are you doing?” I yelled out.

“I’m looking at pictures on face book of Aunt Sue’s New Year’s celebration. You want to see them?” she yelled back.

I yelled back I’d be right there, and Mom yelled for me to close the drapes and put a light on.

I did. I started to walk slowly to the back room. I knew I was going to put the moves on Mom. I didn’t know how I would ever do it. But I knew I would for sure try.

I stood in the doorway for a moment. Mom looked good. She had on her heavy black sweater that really showed off her boobs. She had on her old worn blue jeans that she liked to wear to relax in. Her dark hair was pulled to one side. She looked at me with her big brown eyes, and the beautiful smile she has, the smile I never see a lot of anymore. Her smile reminded me of the snow flying in the air before. So bright and beautiful it could blind you.

I stood at her side and she put her arm around my waist, and I put my arm around her shoulders.

There were a ton of pictures. The ones I liked best were of Sammie and Penny. They looked like movie stars for New Year’s Eve. Everyone in the pictures had on gowns. Okay not the men, but all the women and girls. Uncle Peter was out of town. He spent New Year’s in France. Mom always says we’ll go there someday, just me and her. Aunt Sue is a very good hostess it looks like.

There were some other ones from the day after. Just pictures of Penny, Sammie, and Aunt Sue in their robes and stuff. One was a selfie of Aunt Sue and Sammie. I kept looking at it ’cause I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw some of Penny way in the background. I knew it was Penny but I wasn’t sure if she had any clothes on. I could see enough that I could tell for sure she didn’t have her robe on. I couldn’t see enough to be sure she didn’t maybe have panties on or something, but I could sure see a lot of skin. Then I had to wonder if Sammie and Aunt Sue were naked under their robes.

“Are there any more pictures, Mom?” I was hoping maybe they had a bunch of naked ones.

“That’s all. I’m just going to look at some of my other contacts and catch up some.”

“Okay.”

I started to rub Mom’s shoulders for her, like I do sometimes after she gets home from work.

“Oh that feels so good, Katy. You have magic fingers. You could earn a living doing that.”

I could see that Mom had another window open, but she had it small so I wouldn’t see it.

I let up on her shoulders and moved my hands down her arms. I put my hands on top of hers.

I moved my right hand so the mouse pointed at the reduced window on the screen of the computer.

I clicked the mouse. Up came the Juicy Secrets web site with a story right in the middle.

Mom had her finger in her mouth, biting the knuckle.

“Go ahead and finish your story, Mom. I’ve read that one. It’s really hot.”

I started to rub Mom’s shoulders again. She was sort of shaking a little.

I started to read to myself over her shoulder. Then my hands slowly crept down her chest till I had my hands on her boobs. I could feel her nipples were hard. Even through her sweater and bra I could feel them.

“I’ve finished this one, Katy.” Her voice sounded funny.

I took the mouse and brought up a story I love.

“Read this part out loud to me, Mom.” It was about a mom saying to her daughter how much she wanted to make love to her. Mom read it aloud and her voice got real shaky, so she had to stop and start.

Then she took the mouse from me and brought up another story and brought it to a certain part and asked me to read it to her.

I’d never seen this one before, I started to read it out loud, and my voice sounded funny to me. It was a little girl telling her big sister that she wanted to learn how to masturbate. Mom didn’t let me finish the paragraph.

“I think we better stop here, Katy.”

“What for Mom? We could keep reading and masturbate while we read.” I hadn’t planned on saying that, but now that I had it seemed like a good idea.

“Uh, well, Aunt Billie is coming later. She’ll most likely stay over, uh, and uh….”

I moved my hands off Mom’s boobs and put my hands under her sweater and t-shirt. I had my hands under her shirts now but still over her bra. Her tits must be huge. They felt so big and hard. I kissed her ear, then I kissed down her neck. I moved her hair over and kissed up the other side of her neck.

I was rubbing her tits with my fingers over her bra still.

I put my lips by her ear and kissed it and nibbled it a little bit real light. Then I whispered as soft as I could.

“I’m putting the moves on you, Mom.”

She did the coolest thing I ever saw. She put her hands up the back of her sweater and shirt, then she moved her hands around in the front. Then she reached up her one sleeve and pulled her black bra out. Like a magic trick.

“Whoa, how did you do that!”

“Maybe when you start to wear a bra I’ll show you.” Then she looked a little sad for a moment before she said, “Now where were we, Katy?”

I put my hands back under her shirt and sweater, and now I was feeling her bare tits. I kept kissing her neck and ears too. Her boobs were so soft and her nipples so hard.

“Um, Mom, I want to take you to your bedroom. Okay?”

“I’m scared, Katy. I’m scared I might hurt you, or do something you don’t want me to do. So if that happens, if there’s anything you aren’t sure about, if there’s something I do that scares you or hurts you, we’ll have a secret word either one of us can use and we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay. What’s the secret word?”

“You think of one. Something we wouldn’t normally use.”

I thought hard then I said, “Rumpelstiltskin.” Mom laughed and said it was perfect. I asked Mom to stand up. I took her hand and started to lead her to her bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 8

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This page is the index for some of our favorite stories previously published at other sites (with the exception, of course, of Leslita). We plan to continue expanding this collection as time allows. Readers, feel free to nominate good stories from other sites that you think should be included here. And have fun reading!

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Accidental Incest, by Fantac64
Shelly is part of a group of girls who like to take turns putting each other through bound and blindfolded sex play for fun. Things take a twisted turn when Shelly’s mom gets brought into the game.

Amanda and Her Mom, by Chrissy Larkin (originally posted at Nifty)
When Amanda’s ass hurts after a spanking from her father, Mom is there to make everything better.

Ann and Una, by Una (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 6 chapters
A young girl’s experience in discovering sexuality, with some help from her best friend, and especially from her own big sister.

Another Night Wasted, by Jane Doe (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 5 chapters
Jen is secretly in love with her big sister Lana, who sees that something is troubling her younger sibling, but doesn’t know what or why. Her discovery of Jen’s passion will shake up their lives in a big way.

Babysitting Kim, by Candy Kane (originally posted at Nifty)
When bi-curious teen Julie gets to look after twelve-year-old Kim for the weekend, she finds herself very much attracted to the younger girl. Little does she know that Kim has similar feelings for her babysitter.

Beneath the Mistletoe, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
On one very special Christmas Eve, Diana is surprised to discover a sexual attraction to her mother-in-law Cora… an attraction that she can’t resist exploring.

Bridgette Learns, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
When single mother Julia realizes her seven-year-old daughter Bridgette is learning how to give herself pleasure, she decides to offer the girl a helping hand.

Bus Ride With My Sister, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
After living for too long with a helpless crush on her straight sister Shelley, Karma now intends to blackmail her into sex in a very public place. Things get even wilder than she anticipates.

The Camera Loves Her, by Sindy070 (originally posted at Lolliwood Studios in June 2011 under a different title )
Mary secretly lusts after her ten-year-old daughter Pippa… and when the girl gets the opportunity to work as a model, Karen, the photographer, sees and shares her mom’s desire.

Camping in France, by Wickedsmile (original posting site unknown) – three parts
The last thing in the world that Rose feels like doing is taking a camping trip with her mom in a foreign country… but they soon encounter a group of mothers and daughters who will change her mind in a very big way.

Caryn, by Randi Patterson (originally posted at the Nifty Archives) – 2 parts
Fourteen-year-old Kris is involved in a blissfully happy lesbian relationship with Terry, an older woman… but she also longs to explore love with her best friend Caryn. Luckily, Terry is willing to help her little lover realize this fantasy.

Catherine’s Submission, by Shuraz (originally posted at the Nifty Archives)
Catherine’s wild, irresponsible daughter Sandra is driving her to distraction. But on this one special night, Catherine will uncover the girl’s dark secret… and the truth about herself.

Cathy’s Story, by Anne (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Fourteen-year-old Cathy is shocked when her big sister Kate pops into her bedroom one night, asking for a very unusual favor.

Cheryl and my Mother, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy) – two parts so far.
Linda learns that her mother is the lesbian sex slave of her best friend. Things get interesting from there.

Cindy Takes Over, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
Cindy is a girl who loves to be in charge, to tell other women and girls what to do… especially when it comes to Anne, her beautiful, devoted mother.

Closing the Deal, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
To help persuade a potential big-deal client who happens to be a lesbian, Cheryl invites her college-age daughter Stacy along to do a little innocent flirting with the woman… but Stacy chooses to take things far beyond flirtation.

Crimson and Ivory, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
A fairy tale of sorts, in which two sisters discover a wonderful new kind of love.

The Cuddle, by Chrissy Larkin (originally posted at the Nifty Archives)
While snuggling with her teenage daughter, a mother gets caught up in the beauty of the moment.

Dancing on the Edge, by Jos Mous (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 4 chapters
Sam’s life becomes complicated when her younger sister Mac shows up on her doorstep, having been kicked out of house and home by their dad… and she won’t tell Sam why.

Daughter’s Best Friend, by Silkstockinglover (originally posted at Literotica)
Newly-divorced mother Lucy is ripe for seduction by her daughter’s best friend Amanda… and there’s an extra-special surprise waiting for Lucy after their first fuck.

Daughter’s Drawings, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
When a mother confronts her daughter with the girl’s stash of kinky erotic drawings, it changes the dynamic between parent and child in a very surprising way.

A Daughter’s Gift, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
Samantha’s hated husband is gone for good, thanks to her daughter Kelly’s testimony — but Samantha wonders if her child didn’t want Daddy out of the picture for reasons of her own…

Daughter’s Hunger, Mother’s Need, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
Home for the holidays, Nikki is startled to discover that her mother Susan has developed a serious interest in mother-daughter lesbian erotica.

A Daughter’s Journey, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
The youngest of three daughters, Emily finds herself unwilling to commit to marriage, disappointing her aristocratic father. Emily’s mother, though, has a very different plan for her daughter’s future.

Daughter’s Plea, by Tarkatony (originally posted at Literotica June 2004)
Jessica has been nursing some strange feelings for her mother for years… now, while out shopping with Mom, she decides to reveal her secret.

Dear Mom: I Want You!, by Kinky_Becky – 2 parts (originally posted at Lush Stories)
When Becky snoops through her mother’s private things and discovers that Mom has some very secret, very powerful passions, she decides to make use of this knowledge in an extremely risky way.

The Descent of Venus, by Mr. Toasty (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When a teenage girl’s beloved cousin and aunt pay a visit for the first time in years, long-hidden passions are finally revealed.

The End of August, by Jane Doe (originally posted at Nifty) – 2 parts
Forced to be roommates at boarding school, twin sisters who do not get along find they have something in common.

The Halloween Party, by Ebo – 2 part.
When she sneaks out to go to a high school Halloween bash, thirteen-year-old Megan gets the opportunity to do something she’s never done before — have sex with another girl.

Eros and Agape, by Sarah (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When her younger sister Allie pays Sarah a visit, they share a bed on the first night, leading them to discover a beautiful new kind of intimacy.

Explaining it to Mom, by Author Unknown
When Carrie gets caught masturbating by her mother while on the clock at the family firm, she decides to make the awkward situation work for her. Needless to say, it does work, and better than she expected.

Family Practice, by DirtyMindedMom (originally posted at My Dirty Little Mind) – 5 chapters
When a girl arrives home for a visit after her first semester at college, she finds that her mother is full of questions for her and makes some kinky confessions.

A Farm Girl Finds Love, by Author Unknown
While her father is away, sixteen-year-old Lori discovers the secret passions of her stepmother Violet… and they excite her more than she could ever imagine.

Fighting Sisters, by LF (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Two teenage sisters locked in endless conflict learn that hatred sometimes can conceal a very different kind of passion.

The Gift, by Author Unknown
Tanya possesses a mysterious power that allows her to fill the hearts of women and girls with desire… and after too many trials and tribulations to mention, she elects to put that power to use.

Girls Loving Girls, by Shay (originally posted at Nifty Archives)
A pair of lesbian twins, who also happen to be lovers, get the chance to add extra spice to an evening at home when a neighbor asks them to babysit her eleven-year-old daughter.

The Girls on the Train, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
A lesbian drives away a man when he attempts to expose himself to two young girls on the tube train… and the girls reward her bravery in a most delightful way.

Good Things Come in Threes, by Shay (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Recovering from a painful breakup, Raven finds love and comfort in the arms of her mother… and her mother’s wife.

Goodnight, by Jody and Lisa (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
After Jenny is thrown out by her parents for being gay, she crashes at her sister’s apartment — and discovers she isn’t alone in her love for other girls.

Guilty Love, by Xarth (originally posted at Literotica February 2012)
Obsessed with her younger sister Lindsay, Andrea is unable to stop herself from exploring the girl’s body while she sleeps — a dangerous game that quickly leads to complications.

The Gymnast, by Author Unknown
A lesbian gymnastics instructor finds herself smitten by a new student, a lovely girl of fourteen, and determines to do something about it.

A Helping Hand, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
When Cassy temporarily loses the use of her arm after a car accident, her mother Kate decides to temporarily help the girl take care of her intimate needs — but quickly realizes that she enjoys pleasuring her daughter much more than she ought to.

Her Last Touch, by Marie Marshall (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
On their final evening together, two estranged sisters temporarily reconcile in a surprisingly passionate way.

Her Mother’s Revelation, by Marie Marshall (From the library of JetBoy)
When Jackie comes out to her teenage daughter Edie, the girl is eager to know more — much more.

Hidden in the Snow, by Funtoppings – 5 chapters (originally posted at Literotica April 2014)
On a ski trip with her mother, aunt, and cousin, Julie makes a very shocking discovery about the women in her family.

Home Alone, by Ebo – 9 chapters so far  (February 2015)
Twelve-year-old Riley begins to investigate the subject of sex and is surprised to discover her growing interest in girls.

How it Happened With Mom, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
A young woman finds herself feeling a certain attraction to her mother… and when the opportunity arises for her to make a move, she seizes it with both hands.

In a Forest Glade, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
When Miko takes her little girl, Nori, to an isolated spot in the woods for a picnic, their outing will take an unexpected and erotic turn, bringing mother and daughter together like never before.

Intimate Flowers, by Christene (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 2 parts
While trying to save a foundering relationship with her partner Meredith, Carmen finds a truer, more passionate love… in the last place she expected it to be.

The Joy of Girls, by Author Unknown – 4 chapters so far (from the library of JetBoy)
It is the night of Lea’s initiation ceremony, where she shall learn the sweet, secret delights of love with a certain special woman.

Just Being With You, by Christene (originally posted at Nifty Archive – September 2002)
Sixteen-year-old Alexis has been madly in love with her own mother for over a year, afraid to share her true feelings. This evening, she will somehow summon up the courage she needs.

Just Try It, by Kids Loving Kids
Jen goes down on her four-year-old sister for the amusement — and pleasure — of her friends.

Kate and Lisa, by Haley Statton (originally posted at Nifty Archive – January 2004) – 2 parts
Lisa’s first visit to the gynecologist leaves the girl thinking that she might be a lesbian… which has the cute teen looking at her mother Kate in a whole new light.

Lea and the High Priestess, by Candy Kane (originally posted at Nifty Archive – January 1999)
It is the night of Lea’s initiation ceremony, where she shall learn the sweet, secret delights of love with a certain special woman.

Like a Dream, by Serret (originally posted at Literotica – August 2010)
Ada feels humiliation when her sister Katrina catches her masturbating while they share a bed — then her sibling responds in a way that catches Ada completely by surprise. Is she dreaming… or is Katrina really coming on to her?

Linda, Cathy, and Sandy, by Cathy Uy (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Things get ugly when Cathy gets caught spying on big sister Sandy’s lesbian activities — then things get very interesting indeed.

Little Flirt, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
A mysterious encounter in a restaurant between a woman and a little girl, both strangers, will make their evening particularly enjoyable.

Little Girl Lost, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
When sisters are more than just good friends.

Love Letter, by Rachael Ross (original source unknown)
A teenage girl has an unexpected, scary, and extremely thrilling first sexual encounter in a public place.

Lucky Charm, by Shay (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When sisters are more than just good friends.

Melissa’s Lover, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
In which we learn the tantalizing truth about Melissa and her very secret, very forbidden lover.

Midnight Clear, by Mia Ireland (originally posted at Nifty)
Christmas Eve is an especially loving time for little Ammy and her mama.

Mom’s Madness, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
When Nora’s mother wants to share a bath with her daughter, the young woman figures that it’s just Mom being especially affectionate. But Nora will soon discover that her mother has much more in mind than simply getting clean.

Mommy Loves to Lick, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
When her eleven-year-old daughter Cindy complains of experiencing odd feelings “down there,” her mother Lori is all too eager to teach the child some very interesting things about her body.

Moonlight Dancers, by Ebo (originally posted at Loli Sapphism) – 3 parts
Kelly, a dance teacher, is infatuated with 12-year-old Vicky… and things get complicated when she is asked to babysit the girl.

A Mother’s Touch, by DirtyMindedMom (originally posted at My Dirty Little Mind)
No one else can do it like Mom can do it.

Mother-Daughter Weekend, by Haley Statton – 2 parts
A weekend in a fancy hotel brings Julie and her teenage daughter Stacy closer than ever before.

My Daughter and I Begin, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
A single mother loves to take her little girl Jenny’s panties to bed with her… then one night, she gets something even nicer: Jenny herself.

My Daughter Dearest, by Anne240
A divorced mother is horrified at first to learn that her daughter is exploring lesbian sex, but finds herself growing more interested in the idea with the passing of time.

My Daughter the Swan, by Author Unknown
Home from her freshman year of college, 19-year-old Ruby looks better than ever to her mother Simone who, since her divorce, has been mostly enjoying herself with other women. Ruby’s casual nudity isn’t making things easier for Simone, who is starting to have unnerving fantasies about her daughter. Will she give in to temptation?

My Forbidden Fantasy, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
A young girl with a secret crush on her mother gets the chance to do something about it at a private modeling session.

My Little Japanese Lover, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
While vacationing in a ritzy hotel, a lesbian teacher meets an adorable young Japanese girl who is curious about the ways of love.

My Lonely Mother, by Maverick (From Sex4Stories February 2018) – 2 parts
Hannah’s mother has gone through a painful divorce and has yet to recover. On one special Valentine’s Day, Hannah is determined to show her mom just how special — and how loved — she really is.

My Mother, the Escort, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
Upon discovering that her mother is an escort for lesbian women, Kim wants in on the action. She gets her wish… and then some!

My Sister’s Honeymoon, by Ginny Walker (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When Jeanie’s fiance skips out on her just before the wedding, she invites her big sister Mindy to join her on the already-paid-for honeymoon… a trip that will bring the sisters closer in some very interesting ways.

My Wedding Day, by Stacy Simmons (Originally posted at the Nifty Archive)
When Emily is abandoned at the altar by a fickle boyfriend, her mother Julia is there to teach her the true meaning of love.

My Wild Honey Daughter, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
A small-town woman with hidden lesbian desires shares a sweet, sticky afternoon of passion with the last person she could have imagined.

The Notebook, by Ebo – 11 chapters so far
Thirteen-year-old Dana is stunned to discover that her stepmother Penny knows about the erotic fiction she writes for the Lesbian Lolita website… and puzzled that Penny doesn’t seem upset about it.

Nothing To Be Ashamed Of, by Anne (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
A sisterly chat about masturbation gets deliciously out of hand.

One Sister’s Confession, by Anne (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When sisters share their kinky desires with one another…

Passion Hidden, Passion Realized, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy) 2 parts
Visiting her daughter Ellen after a messy divorce, Julia is unsettled by certain feelings while in Ellen’s presence. As for Ellen, she finds herself appreciating her mum’s mature beauty in a new and unexpected way.

Pictures of Mom, by Author Unknown (From the library of JetBoy)
Marina, a professional photographer who specializes in female nudes, is presented with an unusual subject for an intimate session: her own mother.

Pint-Sized Picasso, by Ebo
Miranda is a lonely teenage girl who lands a job looking after an eleven-year-old named Tanya… a girl who especially likes doing erotic drawings of her new babysitter.

Play Date, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
Audrey takes her ten-year-old daughter Kelsey to visit Sarah and her daughter Ashley for a weekend play date, where the attraction the two mothers feel towards one another will lead to unexpected developments.

Posing With My Daughter, by mal (originally posted at Lush Stories)
A woman persuades her teenage daughter to pose with her in an erotic photo session, which adds an intriguing new sensibility to their relationship.

Princess on Holiday, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
While vacationing in Italy, Princess Diana gets an opportunity to explore some very secret, very forbidden desires.

Prom Night, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
A shy, awkward wallflower is taken to the Junior Prom by her own mother, then to a fancy hotel for a special ending to their evening.

Pursuit of Happiness, by Christene (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 2 parts
America, circa 1944: Two sisters are separated by war — and by love. Will fate bring them together once more?

Redheads Waiting, by PanWhoWrites (originally posted at Literotica) – 2 parts
Gradually realizing that she feels sexual desire for her twin daughters, Joanna figures out a novel way to get the girls thinking along the same lines.

Secrets Between Sisters, by DirtyMindedMom (originally posted at My Dirty Little Mind) – 3 parts
Vicky and her sister Dana remember old times … and explore new intimacies.

Sena, Elle, and Me, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
When a single mother gets involved with a woman after her divorce, she is surprised to discover that her new lover Sena is attracted to her daughter Elle as well.

Sharing With Erin, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
In bed with a new lover, Jenny shares the story of how she and her mother first became sexually intimate.

Sharon’s New Lover, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
Sharon is a young girl of thirteen who is passionately in love with her own mother, but has no idea what to do about it. Luckily, Mom is willing to give her daughter a guiding hand.

Shooting with Helena, by Cassie (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 7 chapters
Cassie is persuaded by younger sister Helena to team up with her for an erotic photo session. She is uneasy about the whole idea at first, but it will lead to Cassie making some thrilling discoveries about her sibling — and herself.

Silver Lining, by Cassie (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 6 chapters
After a painful breakup and a thus-far fruitless search for the birth sister she’d never known she had, Justine goes on holiday — and is surprised to find herself exploring the erotic possibilities of sex with another woman.

The Sister I Never Knew, by Author Unknown
A young lesbian is astonished to discover that she has a half-sister she’d never known existed — a Vietnamese girl, the daughter of her Marine father. She’s also surprised by how lovely and desirable her new sibling happens to be…

Sketching My Sister, by GrandMoff (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 2 parts
Sixteen-year-old Bara is a fledgling painter whose life as an artist — and as a woman — will change in a big way when older sister Ame becomes her model.

Snooks, by Shay (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Two sisters, each so different — like night and day, moonlight and sunshine. But on this night they complete each other and the two will become one.

Strip For Me, by Alexander Hall (originally posted at Nifty)
Angelina’s mother works as a very successful stripper. For her eighteenth birthday, the girl only wants one thing: a private performance from Mom.

Sweet Sister, by Alfie Atkins (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 3 parts
Marisa and her older sister love to snuggle together in the same bed… which, on one very special night, leads to a lot more than just sleeping.

Tabitha’s Initiation, by Amy K (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 2 parts
When teen cousins Amy and Samantha are caught making love by Sam’s younger sister Tabitha, they decide that it’s always nicer — not to mention safer — to share.

Thinking About My Sister, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy) 2 parts
Two years ago, Leah and her sister Louisa realized that they each felt a sexual attraction for the other… but refused to act on it. Now together for the first time in a long while, are they finally ready to give in to their secret passion?

This is Love, by Jan Vincent  (originally posted at Sisters in Love) 2 parts.
Annie is a closeted lesbian who has a secret crush on her older sister Lisa. When she ends up attending the same college as Lisa and even rooming with her, Annie discovers that big sister has a secret of her own.

Three Generations of Lovers, by Author Unknown
When eleven-year-old Misty discovers that her mother and aunt are secret lovers, the only person she can think to tell is her grandmother — and that just makes the situation even more interesting!

Thunder Island, by Wickedsmile (originally posting place unknown) 2 chapters so far.
High-schooler Brooke is thoroughly depressed about her new home on an Alaskan island in the middle of nowhere, but Mom knows a lovely way to make her feel better.

A Thing to Cling To, by GrandMoff (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
One girl’s personal account of some very confusing feelings she has for her sister — and what those feelings led to.

To Banbury Cross, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy)
A young lesbian develops a major crush on her lover’s ten-year-old sister, then gets the opportunity to do something about it.

Triumph of the Muses, by Jan Vincent (originally post at Nifty July 2011)
In ancient Greek mythology, the nine Muses were the inspirational goddesses of literature, science, and the arts. This is their story.

Twin Brides, by Jan Vincent (originally post at Sisters in Love)
Brenda has fantasized for years about, one day, marrying her twin sister Sylvia. A silly dream, perhaps… but sometimes even silly dreams can come true.

Two Sisters, One Second, by Cartman94 (originally posted at Literotica)
Lana finds herself struggling with a secret crush on her big sister Brianna. Some secrets, however, are awfully hard to keep…

Way Better, by Your Ghost (originally posted at The Kristen Archives)
Melissa is puzzled when Mom wants to watch a sexy movie about lesbians with her… but the twelve-year-old girl will soon find out that her mother chose that particular film for a reason.

The Wedding Present, by Right There
Nell is minutes away from marrying a solid, dependable guy… but then her big sister Bobbi shows up unexpectedly with a strap-on cock, intent on reminding Nell who she really belongs to.

A Week in the Life, by Regina A (originally posted at Nifty) 2 parts.
Single mother Carol is having a very interesting day. First, she discovers that her teenage daughter Paula is exploring lesbian sex, then she finds a new female friend for herself on a chat site.

What Do You Want?, by Shay (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
A mysterious coming-of-age ceremony gives Carolyn the opportunity to express the forbidden desire she’s always kept secret — even from herself.

When the Lights Went Out?, by Author Unknown (from the library of JetBoy) 2 parts
A middle-aged single mother finds herself involved in a torrid love affair with her daughter’s best friend. Complications arise.

A Girl Named Charlie, Chapter 6

  • Posted on May 24, 2017 at 12:18 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Lisa didn’t bother to get dressed again after she had taken off her soaked panties when they got home. After a quick wash, she slipped on a pair of boxers and her robe and then started supper. Charlie followed her lead and put on the new robe she had picked out that morning, choosing to remain naked underneath.

As Lisa was working in the kitchen, Charlie came in and sat on a stool at the breakfast nook. She watched Lisa chopping up a green pepper at the kitchen island. Charlie was content. Being with Lisa, she felt safe and wanted. Charlie knew she would probably have to leave and go live with her aunt pretty soon, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to stay with Lisa. She loved her.

“Lisa?”

“Yes, sweetie?” said Lisa, glancing over. She could tell by the expression she saw on her face that the young girl was wrestling with her conscience over some dilemma.

“Is Sheryl your girlfriend?” Charlie asked, not really sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

Lisa studied the child’s face. “Depends on what you mean by girlfriend, I guess,” she replied, waiting to see Charlie’s reaction.

Charlie just grunted. Then she said, “I mean, well, when you kissed her in the restaurant… friends don’t usually kiss like that.”

Lisa smiled. Was Charlie jealous of Sheryl? she thought to herself. Her heart swelled.

“Well, we are more than just friends, Charlie. But we’re not girlfriends, not in the romantic sense. Do you understand what I mean?”

Charlie pondered this for a few moments. Then, looking Lisa in the eyes, she offered her opinion. “So you’re fuck buddies,” she said, more as a statement than a question.

Lisa was taken aback by the girl’s choice of words. “Charlie!” she said in a shocked voice, slightly louder than she’d intended.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, honey. You just surprised me is all. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you.”

“That’s okay.”

“But you are correct,” Lisa continued, as she came over and sat by Charlie. “Though I wouldn’t have used that term, Sheryl and I do have sex once in a while. Does that bother you?”

Charlie stared at a spot on the floor. “Maybe a little, I guess. I liked it when I thought it was just you and me.” She looked up at Lisa with tear-filled eyes.

Lisa’s heart was melting again.

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, drawing the girl in for a hug. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. But don’t you worry, there is more than enough room in my heart for you. Okay?” She could feel Charlie nodding as she kissed the top of her head.

After a few minutes, Lisa got up to check on the food. Charlie appeared to be content with the reassurances she’d been given. Lisa made a mental note to herself to try and remember not to be overly affectionate towards Sheryl in front of Charlie.

She finished preparing the meal, then the two sat and talked about the day’s events as they ate. After supper, they cuddled on the sofa and watched some TV.

Out of the blue, Charlie asked, “So, do you hope that Sheryl doesn’t find my aunt?”

Lisa didn’t answer right away. Slowly she picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and placed the remote back on the table. Taking Charlie into her arms, she held her tight, kissing her gently on the head. Lisa was trying to buy herself some time to formulate a response.

“I would be lying if I said no,” she began, taking a deep breath before continuing. “It’s selfish of me, I realize that. I have known you for only two days, yet you’ve come to mean a great deal to me. I don’t want to lose you, but you do need to be with your family.” Lisa choked out her reply, tears streaming down her cheeks. In her arms, she could feel Charlie softly crying into her chest.

“I love you, Lisa. I don’t want to go away.” Charlie’s reply was muffled, but Lisa understood it.

The two simply sat there in the warm embrace of each other’s arms for the longest time. Lisa was beginning to think that Charlie might have cried herself to sleep when she felt her stir. The child looked up at Lisa with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“Will you come visit me sometimes?” she asked, a quiver in her voice.

Lisa smiled and gave her a kiss. “I will. As often as you want me to.”

Charlie started to get up then, only to find her leg was completely numb. She fell backward onto the sofa and stretched out her legs, wincing as she wiggled the toes. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” she yelled. “They’re asleep!”

Her robe had come open as she flopped back, and Lisa could see that her young lover was nude. “Why, Charlie!” she playfully exclaimed. “You seem to have lost your clothes!”

Charlie tried to cover up, but it was too late. Lisa planted her lips directly on the girl’s bellybutton and blew. The room was filled with the sound of a very wet raspberry. Charlie shrieked, and then broke into a fit of laughter. She tried her hardest to push Lisa’s head away but was rewarded with more raspberries instead.

“Noooo!” she cried out, thrashing and kicking from the tickling.

After a several more minutes of torture, Lisa moved up so her face was above Charlie’s. They held each other’s gaze for a long time before Lisa spoke.

“I love you, Charlie.”

There, she had said it. It was done, and she couldn’t unsay it now. She had committed herself to this little girl. That was crazy. You don’t fall in love over the course of just 48 hours, and you don’t fall in love with a child a third your age. But she had, as fucked-up as that seemed, and she didn’t care. Lisa loved Charlie and that’s all there was to it.

Lisa could hear that little voice inside her. It didn’t speak, though. It sighed, closed its suitcase, and left the building.

“Earth to Lisa,” said Charlie. “Are you there?”

“Yes sweetie, I’m here, and I always will be.” She brought her lips to Charlie’s.

They kissed. Soft little kisses on the cheeks and neck. Quick pecks on the nose and eyelids. Gentle nibbles on the earlobes and lips. But best of all were the long, wet, passionate kisses on the mouth where tongues could dance and play.

Lisa finally pulled away, under great protest from Charlie.

“If I’m not mistaken,” the woman said with a saucy wink, “I believe I owe you an orgasm.”

Charlie giggled and smiled.

Lisa kissed Charlie’s lips again before kissing her way down to her chest. She took her time kissing each nipple and flicking it with her tongue. Taking one small mound into her mouth, she gently sucked on it while she pinched and pulled at the other nipple. Charlie was softly whimpering in response, and Lisa could feel her hips moving under her.

Sliding down to her abdomen, kissing all the way, she stopped to play with Charlie’s bellybutton, circling it with her tongue and exploring it shallows. Charlie’s belly twitched as she giggled and moaned at the same time.

Lisa moved to a hip bone and kissed it, then kissed her way across to the other, stopping only for a moment to kiss the sparse patch of hair between the girl’s legs. Lisa looked back over the landscape she had just covered. Charlie’s skin was glistening with perspiration, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath she took, her head tilted back slightly as she moaned.

“What do you want me to do, Charlie?” Lisa asked in a husky voice.

“Lick me.”

“Lick what?” Lisa teased.

“Lick my pussy — please!!”

Lisa did as she was asked. She dipped her tongue deep into Charlie’s core, then slowly brought it up through her fleshy pink folds and across her clit.

“Yes!” Charlie yelled. “More! Don’t stop!”

“Do you want me to eat your pussy, Charlie?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me.”

“Eat me, Lisa! Eat my pussy!” Charlie begged, almost screaming.

Again Lisa obeyed. She took the young girl’s clit into her mouth and sucked on it. Her tongue danced on it. Her teeth nipped at it. Lisa slid two fingers into Charlie and curved them slightly upward. Charlie’s hips began to rock and push against Lisa’s mouth. Her throbbing young clit was swollen, and Lisa continued to torment it with her tongue.

Lisa’s fingers pushed against Charlie’s g-spot, sending her into oblivion. Charlie’s body shook, and her breath caught. Lisa could feel the tremors coursing through her young body as her muscles clamped down on Lisa’s fingers. Charlie’s juices flowed like a river whose dam had just burst.

At last, Charlie went limp and she began to breath again. She was covered in sweat. Then she started to softly weep.

Lisa pulled herself up along Charlie’s still form. “Why the tears?” she asked, kissing them away.

Charlie wrapped her arms around Lisa and squeezed. “That was so intense. I thought I was gonna die.”

“So, happy tears then?”

“Very happy tears,” Charlie giggled.

They held each other for a while longer, and then headed off to bed. Sleep didn’t come right away, though. The two cuddled and chatted and made love one more time before finally drifting off to sleep well after midnight.

*****

Sunday morning found the two lovers sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms. Charlie was on her side with Lisa spooning her. As light from the morning sun spilled through the curtains, Charlie stirred. She stretched and yawned.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Lisa said after being woken by the girl’s movements.

Charlie rolled over to face Lisa. “G’morning,” she said kissing Lisa’s nose. “I love you.”

Lisa smiled as she brushed the strands of hair from Charlie’s face. “I love you too, baby.” Charlie’s eyes seemed to sparkle, Lisa thought, even first thing in the morning, and her smile could melt the coldest of hearts.

“What’re we gonna do today?” Charlie asked.

“I don’t have anything planned. We could just be lazy, and lounge around the house. I could make pancakes for breakfast.”

“Mmm, pancakes!” Charlie said excitedly, her eyes going wide.

“Then it’s settled. A lazy day and some pancakes,” Lisa chuckled, as she gave Charlie a long sloppy kiss.

That’s how the day went. Neither Lisa nor Charlie ever got dressed. They had a big stack of pancakes with butter and maple syrup. They relaxed and read the Sunday paper. Talked and played card games. Watched TV and talked some more. Then, long after the sun had set, they made love in Lisa’s bed and fell asleep spooning in the moonlight.

The next three days were a little more adventurous. Lisa called Marcy on Monday morning and told her she was going to be taking a few days off. Lisa and Charlie then hit the town. There was shopping, movies, and restaurants. If you were to ask them what movies they saw, they probably wouldn’t remember. But they could tell you about a lot of naughty things that happened in the back row.

On Wednesday evening, as they were cleaning up the dinner dishes, there came a knock at the door. Charlie rushed to answer it. She found Sheryl was standing on the porch as she opened the door.

“Hi, Charlie.”

“Hi, Sheryl. Come in. Lisa’s in the kitchen,” Charlie replied. Then she turned and dashed back in, shouting, “Lisa! Sheryl is here!”

Sheryl stepped inside and closed the door as Lisa came around the corner drying her hands on a dish towel.

“No kissing,” Lisa whispered into her friend’s ear as they hugged. “Charlie’s jealous of you.”

“Oh, I see. All business then, I guess,” Sheryl replied with a wink.

Today Sheryl looked like a lawyer. She wore a sharp beige pantsuit, white blouse, and a pair of heels. After taking off her jacket and hanging it in the closet, she made her way into the living room and sat down.

“Well, guys, I completed my investigation. I’m afraid it isn’t very good news.”

Lisa was a bundle of nerves. She was starting to feel nauseous.

Sheryl looked at Charlie. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Charlie. But your aunt passed away at almost the same time your mother did. There are no other living relatives.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up. She ran over to Lisa and sat on her lap.

“Does that mean I have to go to a foster home again?” the girl asked, the tears streaming down her face.

Both Sheryl and Lisa were having a hard time holding back their own tears. But Sheryl shook her head as she pulled a legal document out of her portfolio. After clearing her throat, she said, “I saw how much you cared about her, Lisa. And after the story you told me, I knew a foster family wasn’t a good option for Charlie.”

Charlie and Lisa looked at the lawyer, not knowing what to expect.

“I was able to pull a few strings,” Sheryl explained, setting the document on the coffee table and pushing it toward Lisa. “And I got Judge Parker to sign off on this.”

Lisa blinked. “What is it?”

“This gives you temporary guardianship of Charlie.”

“So, no foster home then?” asked Lisa.

“No foster home,” Sheryl confirmed.

“No foster home?” Charlie asked, sniffing and wiping away her tears.

“No foster home,” Lisa and Sheryl said to her in unison.

Charlie gave Lisa a huge hug and kiss, then hopped off her lap and ran to Sheryl, pausing just in front of her, not quite sure what to do. Sheryl smiled at the girl and stretched out her arms. Charlie leaped into her embrace and squeezed her tight, then kissed her square on the lips before jumping down again.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Charlie exclaimed, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, a giant grin on her face.

She began jumping around the living room, squealing with joy. Charlie felt like it was Christmas morning, only way better. No more foster homes, and now she wouldn’t have to leave Lisa!

While Charlie was still bouncing off the walls, Sheryl motioned for Lisa to follow her into the kitchen where they could speak privately.

“After I left the restaurant the other day,” Sheryl began, “I was wondering why they didn’t send Charlie to her aunt’s, instead of directly into foster care. Now we know why. Still, there are a few more hoops to jump through. But I don’t think that will be much of an issue.”

“What hoops?”

“Social Services, mainly. We’ll have to prove that you can financially support the child. That part is easy since you’re loaded. Then you’ll have to get her into school, find someone to take care of her while you’re at work…. you know, typical mother-type stuff.”

“Mother-type stuff,” mused Lisa. “It sounds weird when you put it that way.”

“I would suggest you get the spare room set up to look like a little girl sleeps in there, even if she doesn’t. Oh, and hide all the sex toys before the visit.”

“What are you insinuating?” Lisa fired back, knowing her friend was just being a smart-ass as usual, as least as far as sex toys were concerned. “And what visit?”

“I’m not insinuating anything. You’re in love with her and it’s all over your face. Pun intended,” Sheryl said, with a devilish grin. “A social worker will be here in a couple of weeks to inspect the house and to interview both of you.”

“Wow, I guess I’m going to be pretty busy for the next few days.”

Sheryl nodded at Lisa, then started for the door. “Bye, Charlie,” she called out. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye! And thank you sooo much!” Charlie yelled as she raced up to Sheryl and gave her another big hug.

Sheryl hugged the girl back, then grabbed her portfolio and her jacket.

As she opened the front door, Lisa asked, “How did you manage all this in such a short time?”

“Oh, you know, padded a few wallets, sucked a few dicks.”

“Sheryl!” Lisa exclaimed.

“I’m kidding. Jesus. I would never pad a wallet,” the lawyer said with a wink, heading out the door.

Lisa laughed to herself as she went back into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. She picked up the document and scanned the first page as Charlie came over and snuggled up beside her.

“I’m so happy right now,” the girl purred.

“Me too, Charlie, me too…”

Lisa read some more of the guardianship agreement, then asked, “When is the last time you were in school, honey?”

“Um, not since I ran away.”

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

Island of Joys, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 23, 2017 at 3:00 pm

By Cheryl Taggert 

Sharon blushed and moved to where her daughter sat. “Lie down,” she said.

As Susan did as her mother said, Sharon looked directly into her eyes. She was searching for the answer to a very important question: Do you really want to do this or are you just going along?

Susan was now on her back, her legs splayed open, exposing her immature slit for everyone to see. But what the girl’s pussy lacked in maturity, it made up for with desire. The inner lips were the color of the pinkest coral, and the nub of her clit was protruding slightly from its tiny cavern of flesh. She had also recently started producing quite a lot of fluids when she became aroused, and it was evident now.

Sharon noticed the copious amount of cream that coated her daughter’s inner labia. Then again, what would she expect? They had spent the past ten minutes watching Beverly licking her own nine-year-old daughter’s pussy, and both Sharon and her daughter, Susan, had openly played with themselves while happily observing a brazen sex act that was forbidden everywhere in the world. Or at least everywhere but here.

Sharon had heard of such things happening, of course, and both modern and ancient literature were filled with overt references to lesbianism and all kinds of incest, not to mention bestiality, as in the story of Leda and the Swan, among many others. Therefore, she knew that whatever form of sex could be conceived in the mind had taken place numerous times throughout history.

Still, stumbling upon a literary text as opposed to actually committing lesbian incest with your eleven-year-old daughter was like the difference between reading about climbing a mountain and actually climbing one. She felt many opposing emotions. Fear and courage. Shame and audacity. Excitement and. . . . No, she realized she did not feel the opposite of that. There was only the excitement, blatantly sexual in nature.

Still, she was shocked in a way that this had been the outcome of what she was certain at the beginning of the chat would be a mere talk about the adults’ need for intimacy with each other. Where had the conversation shifted to the inclusion of their two children?

All of these thoughts powered through her mind in a matter of seconds as she stared down at the young mound of Venus she knew she was about to perform oral love upon. Yes, she knew that this intimate act of sexual love was what she would be doing soon, regardless of her thoughts concerning the two sides of the decision. Her mouth watered for the taste of her daughter’s juices, even though she’d only tasted her own, which was a private act she had never dared to share with another living soul. The fact that she loved her own flavor always made her wonder if she were truly a woman who was interested in lesbian sex.

And the oddest thing about the answer was that her first female partner would be her own young daughter, a girl who had been right there since birth.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked Susan. “We can stop right now if you want to.”

“Do you want to?” Susan asked, slight disappointment showing in the way her mouth turned down slightly at the question her mother had asked.

“Only if you do,” Sharon said. “I could always make love with Beverly.”

“Is it okay if I say I want you to do it to me and not Beverly?”

“Sure, honey. I would love to. I never thought about it before, but now it seems… natural,” Sharon said. “But it’s okay if I do it with Beverly later, isn’t it?”

Susan grinned. “Can Karen and I watch?”

Sharon couldn’t believe this conversation was even happening. She wondered if she had fallen asleep and was dreaming this entire episode. She feared she might awaken any moment and find it was actually near midnight, and this had been a fantasy taking over her mind during sleep.

“If you wish, and as long as Beverly doesn’t mind.”

“Beverly doesn’t mind anything, except how long it’s taking the two of you to start,” Beverly said, laughing.

Sharon and Susan laughed with her and Sharon lay on her tummy, her head positioned over the bald mound that she’d wiped and cleaned when Susan was a baby. Once again her mouth watered. She wondered if Susan’s cream would taste different from her own.

Well, there was one way to find out.

Susan watched as her mother lowered her mouth to her mound. She felt the first contact, and pleasure bathed her body the way light bathed a room when someone lit a candle. Soon, she could feel her mother’s tongue prancing along the inside of her slit, dipping into the various small crevices formed by her inner and outer lips and caressing the magic button near the top of the child’s immature ribbons of sensitive flesh.

Susan lay back to enjoy this. She’d never thought about any kind of sex with her mom. She’d thought about sex and wondered what it would be like. She had played with herself down there for quite a while as well. However, she had never considered anyone as a partner before. Now she would have three! She realized she couldn’t wait to try out sex with Beverly and Karen. But she especially wanted to return the pleasure her mother was now giving her.

With her eyes closed, she could concentrate on the feelings. She felt as though her body had awakened from a slumber to find that sensuality had taken over.

The twinges in her little lady were beginning to happen more rapidly than ever before. She had always enjoyed the feel of her hands on her special place, but this was different. This felt like magic, as if she were being put into some type of trance where the entire universe was happy.

Her nipples itched with pleasure as well. This was the first time she had noticed any connection between good feelings below creating good feelings in her nipples. The little caps that rested on her boobs tingled, so she brought her hands up to them and gently pinched the nipples, giving them added pleasure to accompany the wonderful feelings that were coursing throughout her body like a runaway train.

Sharon couldn’t believe her daughter’s taste. She had always loved her own juices that would spill from her when she became excited like this. Her daughter’s, however, tasted fresher, more flavorful. It was like the difference between a good wine and a cheap one. Her fluids — the cheap wine — tasted good enough. Susan’s fluids, by comparison, were like a bottle of the best wine from the Bordeaux region of France.

Sharon suddenly realized she could be happy having no other sexual partners besides the girls and Beverly.

Louder moans and meaningless verbal noise came from Susan while her mother licked her secret place. She could tell something big was about to happen, but she just didn’t know what. Her breathing started hitching in her throat and her mouth dried up from the panting. Her head tossed from side to side as small gasps of delight and what had been unknown depths of desire punctuated her groans and whimpers of joy.

Sharon could feel her daughter tensing up involuntarily for her first orgasm. The child’s body knew what the conscious brain did not. The girl’s pleasure grew on breathless squeals and panting moans.

Susan’s life changed in an instant. One moment she was enjoying the wonderful sensations brought on by her mother’s exploring lips and tongue but still unaware of the intense pleasure that was hers for life now. The next moment she was howling her spasms to the wind.

The young girl was aware of the shivering bolts of pleasure as they zipped from her mound to her scalp, to her fingertips, and to her toes. Ripples of joy and a longing to experience this again shivered through her. Susan was hooked for life now. She hoped to have one of these feelings once a day, if not more often.

Susan was soon lying on her back, the others staring down at her nudity. She grinned and waved her fingers at her mother and their friends.

“Congratulations on your first orgasms, girls,” Beverly said. “What do you think of them?”

“They’re great!” Karen said, grinning.

“I love them,” Susan said before she stretched her body, raising her arms above her head where her hand almost knocked over one of the water jugs.

“Well, I think we should pair up again, but this time the two women will partner and the two girls can do the same. If you don’t want to do anything with each other, that’s fine,” Beverly said. “But I’m dripping, I’m so excited, and I really must reach an orgasm.” She turned to Sharon. “What about you? Do you want to have some fun with me?”

In reply, Sharon just walked up to Beverly and kissed her, the women’s tongues scurrying around inside each other’s mouths.

Susan and Karen watched their mothers kissing. Susan turned to Karen and said, “Let’s watch for a while, okay?” Karen nodded. She was getting tingly again already from just seeing her mother and Sharon kissing.

Beverly cupped Sharon’s breast and flicked the nipple several times with her thumb, causing the flesh to pucker in anticipation. A small moan escaped Sharon as the sensations spread throughout her body. Beverly thought about how at long last she would have a partner to enjoy these times with. Then it occurred to her. She wouldn’t have one partner, but three.

Sharon broke the kiss and trailed a series of small pecks down along the side of Beverly’s throat, moving along the shoulder, and finally coming to rest on the woman’s nipple. She sucked it, teasing it with her teeth, and dancing on it with her tongue.

Beverly could feel her breathing change from slow, deep breaths to nearly panting. She missed having her breasts made love to in this way. She could pinch her own nipples, but that could not compare with having someone worship her breasts with their lips, tongue, and teeth. And although her late husband had spent time making love to her breasts, it was the memory from her puberty, the first time her friend had done this to her newly developing breasts, that sprang to mind while Sharon suckled her.

Beverly shifted her gaze to their daughters. Both Susan and Karen were rapt while watching what their mothers were doing to each other. Small grins spread on their beautiful faces. They were on their tummies, and Beverly looked at their little butts. She wanted to squeeze the firm flesh, but that would wait until later. Beverly noticed that both girls had snaked their hands under their bodies, where she could tell they were each playfully stroking their clits. She could see the lust in their eyes as each soft touch they gave themselves increased their desires.

Now that they had permission to touch themselves openly, Beverly wondered if this would become a nearly daily occurrence, to see them touching themselves, bringing the wonderful explosions with touches that would become more capable with time and practice. She knew that if she had been allowed such liberties, she would have brought herself orgasms every day since discovering them, especially during her puberty.

Sharon’s hand swam down Beverly’s sensitive skin to her mound. Parting the labia and hair, her middle finger traced the furrow between her lips and stroked Beverly’s clit for the first time. This brought a small gasp from Beverly, a gasp that was echoed by their audience of two.

Susan could not believe what was happening. She had watched her mother on more than one occasion, but she had decided maybe she shouldn’t mention that in her confession. Now they would all be able to do whatever they liked whenever they liked. And now that her mound had experienced that mysterious explosion, it seemed much less elusive. Her hand had wandered down to her slit almost immediately after the girls had begun watching their mothers make love, and already she could feel the first hint of another orgasm heading her way.

She had noticed that when she had started touching herself that Karen had copied her actions. Now both of them were masturbating. She wondered if Karen would be able to bring herself an orgasm. Susan decided that if the girl had trouble with achieving one, she would be glad to help.

She pictured herself pressing her mouth to Karen’s mound, and that was when her next orgasm struck. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she grunted, as the waves crashed over her. She felt rather than saw Karen shift herself to watch her as she peaked.

When Susan once again opened her eyes, she saw near desperation in Karen’s eyes. Her friend had turned over onto her back, and now her hand was flying over her mound, doing its best to bring that wonderful feeling.

Susan leaned over and kissed Karen, copying what she’d seen their mothers doing just minutes ago, and the young girl kissed her back, complete with tongue. Susan reached over Karen, who was now turned to face her, and put her hand on the little girl’s buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh.

The girls scooted closer to each other and were soon wrapped in a lover’s embrace. Now Karen’s hand had been replaced by Susan’s thigh, and the little girls humped each other.

Karen, like Susan, realized that she now recognized the signs of an approaching orgasm. She felt it building inside her and knew she would reach her peak soon.

Beverly and Sharon were now lying down as well, but they had assumed a different position. They were head to cunt, and each was enjoying the taste of the other. They had stopped momentarily when they’d heard Susan reach her orgasm, and now they could hear little Karen as she trembled out her own climax. Each woman glanced at their daughters and saw them humping each other’s thigh, with Karen pressing herself against Susan with all her strength as she peaked. Beverly could see the tight muscles of her daughter’s buttocks clenching rhythmically as the orgasm shook the young girl.

The women returned to each other with renewed lust. Their tongues slashed along each other’s wet vaginal slits, pressing against clits and relishing the taste of the other’s juices.

Beverly reached her climax first, and Sharon was there moments later. Spasms rocked each woman until they lay there beneath the lean-to and regained their breath.

When they looked at their daughters, the girls had managed to copy their mothers. Each girl was now licking the other’s mound, performing oral sex for the first time. And apparently loving it.

After the girls had both reached their peak, they looked at their mothers and blushed.

“It’s okay, girls,” Beverly said.

“Yes, you may do that whenever you wish in your free time,” Sharon added.

“As long as it’s okay for us to join you if we want,” Beverly said with a chuckle.

Continue on to Chapter 4

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Ultimate Surrender, Chapter 10

  • Posted on May 22, 2017 at 12:14 pm

By Girl Lover

Bonnie shivered and pulled her arms and legs in closer. Opening her eyes, she saw Raven beside her, smiled, and nuzzled against her.

That felt nice, but the dirt floor of the barn felt hard beneath her. Bonnie remembered the warm, soft bed back at her house. And she also remembered how empty and dead she’d felt there. How the pain was so bad, she wanted to die. She remembered holding the knife to her belly, feeling its sharp point against her skin…

Shivering in the cold air, she shook off the bad memories and pushed her face deeper into Raven’s warm and inviting chest.

Raven woke up to something pushing. She opened her eyes and saw Bonnie nestled against her. Smiling, she reached her arm around the girl, pulling them closer together, then slid her hand up into Bonnie’s long hair, strumming her fingers through it. Pressing her face onto the top of Bonnie’s head, Raven felt the soft, tickly feel of her hair against her lips and nose.

After a while, she noticed the morning light coming in through the wooden boards of the barn. Raven sat up, pulled out her phone, and looked at Google Maps.

“Whatcha doing?” Kala asked.

“Trying to figure out where we can go. Jadis knows all the roads in this area, and she has friends. She’ll have people watching for us on every highway. We need to find some small back road, like this dirt road here…” she pointed out the door “…till we get to… there.” She pointed at the map. “Highway 287. It’s a smaller highway going to Amarillo. From there we’ll head to Colorado.”

“Colorado?! You want to leave Texas??”

Turning to Kala, Raven said quietly, “We took over a hundred grand of the gang’s money. There’s no way Jadis is just gonna let us go. She has connections all over Texas. Bounty hunters, other gangs. She has this knack, this sixth sense for finding people. I’ve seen her locate people that I swore were impossible to find. If we stay in Texas, she will find us and when she does…”

She looked at the girls still sleeping, and shook her head. “We can’t take any chances.”

*****

Not long after the kids woke up, they were on their way. They took Route 51 heading toward the town of Decatur where they turned northeast onto Highway 287. A couple of hours later, about 10:30, they stopped for gas and breakfast. Raven and Kala urged the girls to eat quickly, and within fifteen minutes they were on the road again.

The drive was long. Every couple of hours, they had to pull over to stretch their legs. Small towns and empty pastures passed by under the hot Texas sun. Only when they finally pulled into Amarillo did Raven feel they could relax a bit instead of constantly rushing to put as much distance as possible between them and Weatherford.

It was late afternoon and they were eating dinner at a Cracker Barrel Old Country Store on I-40 in the middle of Amarillo. They had parked their bikes behind the restaurant so they couldn’t be seen from the highway. During the meal, Raven kept glancing out the window to see if there were any other bikes going by, but all she saw were cars racing down the highway.

“Let’s get a room at that hotel there,” said Kala, pointing across the parking lot. “The girls are tired.”

After thinking about it, Raven said, “I was hoping to get inside Colorado first, but I guess it’s okay here.”

Startled by the whine of a motorcycle speeding by, she reached for her gun and had pulled it halfway out — before realizing it was just some biker driving by, and not a Burning Angel.

Slowly letting out her breath, Raven slid the gun back inside its holster. She looked at Kala. “The farther away we get, the safer I’ll feel.”

As they were getting ready to leave the restaurant, Bonnie noticed the gift shop and she and Jennie whined about wanting to go in there until finally Raven sighed and nodded her head. The kids gleefully ran inside, looking at everything.

While Raven and Kala followed them around, the girls kept bringing candy and toys and souvenirs up to them. Unable to resist Jennie’s charm, Kala agreed to buy her a coloring book, crayons, a game, and several pieces of candy.

Frowning, Raven told Kala, “Jennie doesn’t need all that.”

“She grew up with nothing,” Kala reminded her.

Seeing all the stuff Jennie was getting, Bonnie started pestering Raven. Still feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt from everything that had happened to Bonnie, Raven gave in, feeling that she owed her.

After making all their purchases, they moved the bikes behind the hotel, then went in to get a room. In the lobby, the girls were looking at brochures in a rack by the counter until Bonnie walked around and saw the swimming pool outside.

“Jennie! They have a pool!”

Immediately, the pair began clamoring, “Can we go in the pool?! Can we go in the pool?!”

Chuckling at their cuteness, Kala told them, “None of us have suits.”

“Awww…” they collectively groaned.

They went up to their room on the fourth floor. The kids immediately raced to the window, looking down on the highway far below in amazement, while Raven stretched out on one of the beds, hands folded behind her head. Bonnie soon left the window and began jumping on the other bed. Jennie quickly joined in, the two little girls bouncing on it like a trampoline and giggling in wild abandonment.

Raven felt a moment of relief at seeing Bonnie’s joy. That terrible image of Bonnie lying hurt on the bed in Weatherford still troubled her. She felt consumed with guilt, certain it was all her fault.

“You okay?”

Raven turned toward Kala. She sat up with a sigh, pulling up one of her legs. “I still blame myself for what happened. I’d warned you about taking Jennie along, but I’m the one who left Bonnie alone. It’s… I don’t know. I’m still trying to come to grips with everything.”

Kala sat down on the bed beside her. “So, have you thought about what we’re gonna do now? It’s not like we can just keep on running, like a bunch of nomads. That’s no life for them. They need to go to school, and have some normalcy.”

“We’ll find some small town off the beaten path, and start over,” said Raven. “We’ve got plenty of money to last us several years. We’ll find some place to stay… get jobs…”

She looked the girls laughing and bouncing on the bed. “And… I guess we’ll be a family.”

After a minute, Kala asked, “What about Bonnie’s family?”

“You have to remind me about that?” Raven glared.

“She does have a family, you know.”

“Yeah… but she wants to be with me.”

The women sat quietly watching Bonnie and Jennie enjoy themselves. After they eventually tired of jumping on the bed, Jennie settled down with her new crayons and coloring book while Bonnie opened the jigsaw puzzle she got at the gift shop, dumping the pieces from the box onto a small table.

She called to Raven, “Come help me with my puzzle.”

Raven got up and went over to the table as Bonnie spread out the pieces. “You know,” Raven told her, “if we can’t finish this by tomorrow morning, we’ll have to take it all apart and put it back in the box when we leave.”

“Where are we going?” Bonnie asked.

“I don’t know. North.”

“Why can’t we go back to your house?”

“We’re going to get a new house, somewhere else.”

As Bonnie and Raven began studying the pieces, looking for matching ones, Kala got up and went to the other bed where Jennie lay stretched out on her stomach, happily coloring. Kala stretched out beside her.

“Here,” Jennie handed her a blue crayon. “You can do the sky.”

So Kala did just that, while silently laughing to herself at how she was actually coloring in a coloring book. ‘Just another way my life has changed,’ she thought.

*****

Mid-evening, as they were watching TV, Raven noticed Bonnie nodding off. “Come on, we need to get washed up and then go to bed,” she told her.

Going into the bathroom, Raven turned on the water in the tub, and they proceeded to get undressed. As she pulled her shirt off, the Burning Angels tattoo on Raven’s chest stared backed at her in the mirror. She stood transfixed by the fiery figure, thinking, ‘So much has changed.’ She still clearly remembered the day when she, Ash, and Zia were at Blue Tattoo where she got the emblem. She’d been so proud of it. So proud of her new family. And now… her family was hunting her…

“Come on, Raven!”

Her head snapped around at the sound of her name. She found Bonnie standing naked in the tub, waiting for her. Raven finished undressing and stepped in.

Bonnie, her hands already lathered with soap, started caressing the woman’s breasts, playing with the nipples, but Raven stopped her, saying gently, “Let’s just take a shower. No fooling around. You need to catch up on your sleep and… I’m not really in the mood for anything tonight.”

Surprised, Bonnie stared up at her. “I thought we could have sex.”

“Well, but… neither one of us got much sleep last night, and you…” Raven hesitated, unsure how to word it. “You had… a rough day yesterday. I think we should just take it easy tonight, and get a good night’s sleep.”

“Okay,” Bonnie mumbled, as she began washing her own body instead of Raven’s.

Raven silently sighed as she cleaned herself. It was obvious that Bonnie was disappointed, but Raven was not in the mood at all. From Bonnie’s rape to having to kill three of her friends to running for her life, Raven couldn’t see that she would ever be in the mood again.

Outside the bathroom, Jennie was standing at the window, looking out onto the night sky. Kala came up behind her, then put her arms around the girl. “Whatcha thinking?” Kala murmured.

“Nuthin. I was just looking at the lights.”

They stood quietly.

“Kala?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why can’t we go back home?”

Kala didn’t know how to answer. Finally she said, “Me and Raven are looking for a nice place for us all to live.”

“But I like your house.”

“I know you do, but we’re trying to find a better one.”

After a few minutes, Raven and Bonnie came out of the bathroom and got into bed. Bonnie stretched out her arms and legs, “This feels so much better than last night.”

Raven cringed. “I’m sorry we had to sleep in that dirty barn. It’s just that I didn’t know what else to do.”

Bonnie snuggled up to her, saying simply, “It’s okay. I was with you.”

Kala and Jennie went into the bathroom. Like Raven, Kala didn’t want Jennie staying up too late, so they simply took a quick shower, then came out and climbed into the second bed. For a while they lay there, listening to the silence while watching each other, then Jennie whispered, “Kala… can we do… Mommy-Baby again?”

Kala whispered back, “We really need to get some sleep.”

“But I’m not sleepy and I really want to,” the child implored.

Though Kala knew it could get out of control, she did enjoy doing that, and more importantly, Jennie did. ‘I’m just going to breastfeed her,’ she told herself. ‘No sex.’

“Okay,” Kala nodded.

Jennie’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at the full-looking breasts before her. Then she scooted closer, opened her mouth, and eagerly latched onto an erect nipple. Curling up into a little ball, she suckled while Kala tenderly held her head and stroked her back.

‘God! I love this,’ the woman thought as she watched Jennie mouth her breast.

Her hand continued running along Jennie’s body, down her back, across her butt crack, and down her legs, caressing the smooth skin. Kala could feel a stirring in her center, causing her to squeeze her legs together. Her hand moved from Jennie’s legs to her own slippery pussy. Slipping two fingers inside, she pistoned them in and out, faster and faster, while her thumb pressed against her clit. The excitement grew, and within a minute, she had to clench her teeth tightly together, trying to keep the moans from coming out.

Jennie heard the stifled noises escaping from Kala’s lips and pulled back, looking up at her. Seeing the intense look on her face, she realized what was happening and became spellbound as she watched.

Kala’s eyes were tightly closed so she didn’t know that Jennie was watching her until after the orgasm was over. When she saw the little girl looking up at her in awe, she smiled.

“Did you get the good feeling?” asked Jennie.

“Uh-huh. Did you like watching me get it?”

Jennie nodded. Kala kissed her and said, “Let’s go to sleep.” They nestled together, closed their eyes, and soon fell asleep.

*****

The next morning, Raven was awakened by the feeling of someone touching her. She opened her eyes to see Bonnie happily squeezing her boobs. Rather than stopping her, Raven decided to watch. Bonnie obviously enjoyed doing it, and it did feel pleasant. When Bonnie noticed Raven watching her, she pulled her hands away with an embarrassed smile.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to stop,” Raven whispered. “It feels nice.”

As Bonnie resumed playing with her breasts, Raven was genuinely surprised at how good this felt to her. For the past two days she had not felt any lust at all, just an icky feeling inside. Now, Bonnie was a pleasant distraction from that as well as from the constant state of alarm her mind seemed to be in.

Closing her eyes, Raven gently ran her hand ran along Bonnie’s back as she enjoyed the soothing touch. Then she felt Bonnie’s fingers leave her boobs and felt them on her pussy instead.

Raven’s eyes popped opened as her hand blocked Bonnie’s. “No, I — I don’t want to do that.”

“But we always do.”

“I know, but now… I just… don’t want to.”

“Never?” Bonnie asked sadly.

“No, not never… just not now. I’m still trying to work out some stuff. I think… I think we should probably wait a few days for you to heal.”

“But my missy doesn’t hurt anymore,” the girl protested.

“Yes, but Jadis hurt you very bad. I want to give yourself time to heal.”

“Okay,” said Bonnie in a small, disappointed voice.

‘I need to give myself time to heal too,’ Raven silently admitted to herself.

Over in the second bed, the other two were also awake, softly caressing beneath the covers.

Kala’s fingers brushed along Jennie’s sides which made the child giggle. The cuteness of this prompted Kala to keep sliding her fingers along her sides even more. Jennie exclaimed between giggles, “You’re tickling me!”

“I can’t help it. You’re just too cute.”

Then Jennie said, “Your hair doesn’t stick up the way it used to.”

“Yeah, the gel I put in there doesn’t last very long when I sleep on it. Come on now, let’s exercise your arm.”

Jennie perched on her knees. Reaching down and picking up one of her boots, Kala handed it to her. “Can you lift this?”

She slowly did.

“Good. Do it ten more times.”

After Jennie completed ten repetitions without trouble, Kala had her lift the heavy boot in a different way. When she finished, Kala told her, “I don’t think you’ll need that cast anymore. Your arm seems to be healed.”

She dropped the boot back on the floor, then Jennie stated, “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” Kala echoed, then looked at Raven. “Hey, does this motel have a complimentary breakfast?”

“Yeah, it does.” Turning to Bonnie, Raven asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah!”

They got dressed and went downstairs to get breakfast, then carried it back up to their room. As they ate, Raven and Kala planned out their route, gas stops, and where they might spend the next night. Just before 11:00, they had checked out, loaded up their bikes, and were heading north on Highway 87 towards Oklahoma.

*****

By early afternoon they had entered Colorado.

The highway was an arrow-straight two-lane strip through flat barren land as far as they could see. There were no trees, no hills, not even any fences. Nothing. It was as if they were the only people on Earth until the occasional oncoming car would remind them they were not entirely alone.

Eventually, several small buildings came into view up ahead. They stopped to gas up, then pulled into a McDonald’s to eat lunch. After they finished, they headed out again. Turning west on Route 160, they sped through more empty expanses that seemed to go on forever. Occasionally, they stopped for gas and to rest, but it was only a momentary respite from the boredom. After a few hours, they started noticing small hills and trees. It was a pleasant change from the drab scenery they’d been traveling through.

Late afternoon, as they were coming into another small town, Kala pointed at the dark clouds of a storm up the highway in front of them. Raven nodded. They pulled off into a motel parking lot and parked behind the building, away from the road. The town consisted of only a few dozen stores and houses. The motel was on the edge of town, backed by a forest and hiking trails that led up into the surrounding hills. They went into the lobby, and Raven got a room.

“Where can we eat around here?” Kala asked, looking around. There didn’t seem to be many choices.

Raven pointed across the road. “There’s a cafe over there.”

Leaving their bikes, they crossed the highway and went inside to get dinner. They ordered their meal to go, and brought it back to their room to eat. While the girls ate and watched TV, Kala asked Raven, out of earshot, “Where are we headed?”

“I don’t know. I’m just trying to get as far away as possible.”

“We’ve been riding now for hundreds of miles! Just how far away are you expecting to go? We need to pick somewhere and settle down.”

“Well, not here,” said Raven. “Too dismal.”

“I know, but I want to decide on a place tomorrow.”

After the kids were bored watching TV, Jennie spent the remainder of the evening with her coloring book while Bonnie sat on the floor and worked on her jigsaw puzzle with Raven. When it started getting dark outside, Kala and Jennie went into the bathroom to bathe.

As Bonnie was trying to fit a piece in, she suddenly blurted, “Can we have sex tonight?”

Raven looked at her peculiarly. “Bonnie, you know I want to. It’s just…”

Raven’s hesitation was Bonnie’s answer. “Why won’t you?”

“I… don’t want to remind you of Jadis.”

“But you’re not her. You’re nice, and you love me.”

“It just doesn’t feel right to me.”

“Well, it feels right to me.”

Raven leaned back against the bed, “Bonnie, I don’t want you to rush into it again, and then have bad memories of what happened. I want you to think about it.”

The nine-year-old was quiet for a few seconds. Then she announced, “Okay, I thought about it.”

Feeling slightly annoyed, Raven rolled her eyes. “C’mon, it’s…”

Bonnie stood up. “I’ve thought about it and I’m ready.” Before Raven could reply, she began taking off her clothes. Sighing, but nodding her head, Raven hoped this wouldn’t be a mistake.

As they climbed into bed naked, Raven said, “Now, let’s try and take it slow, okay? Let’s just kiss for now.” Bonnie lay down beside Raven, looking at her expectantly. Raven drew her closer, and slowly kissed the little girl as they intertwined their limbs. Bonnie, having almost no experience in kissing, simply gave Raven’s lips repeated pecks until Raven, smiling, pulled back and told her, “Here, just keep still, and I’ll kiss you. Then move your lips like mine.”

Raven placed her mouth over Bonnie’s and gently rolled her lips. At first Bonnie didn’t respond, then following Raven’s coaxing, she began moving her lips too, trying to mimic what the woman was doing. After a few minutes, Raven turned onto her back, pulling Bonnie on top of her. They continued kissing, with Bonnie gradually improving, or at least making an effort.

Then, without warning, Bonnie broke the kiss and pulled back. She’d had both hands on Raven’s breasts, holding and gently squeezing them while they kissed, but now she wanted to look at them. Raven’s boobs completely fascinated Bonnie. They were so big and soft and felt so good to touch.

“Go ahead,” said Raven, chuckling to herself. “Do whatever you want.”

As she’d done on their first night together, Bonnie spent the next little while just playing with Raven’s breasts, pulling and poking and squeezing and thoroughly enjoying herself, like a kid with a favorite toy — until again without warning, she changed course. She moved down on the bed, kneeling between Raven’s legs. Leaning in close, she slid her fingers all around, touching the woman’s pussy lips, feeling the warm, slick skin, and finally pushed a finger inside. Raven groaned in pleasure.

“Do you want me to lick it again?” Bonnie asked.

“Yeah, I do,” Raven answered, her voice husky with desire.

Bonnie stuck her tongue out and using just the end gave small licks here and there.

“Bonnie.” The girl stopped licking and looked up. “Don’t just lick a few spots,” Raven instructed. “Lick all over.”

“Okay,” Bonnie answered cheerfully before putting her head back down and continuing. Using long slow licks reminiscent of a cat, she started on one side and licked towards the other side, though somehow never quite managing to hit Raven’s clit.

Raven was observing all this while propped up on her elbows, holding her breasts in her hands and pinching the nipples. After a few minutes, she closed her eyes and laughed silently, thinking, ‘Shit, she is so bad at this. Well, at least compared to a grownup.’

However, although Bonnie was awkward and mostly ineffective at pussy licking, the sight of her doing it definitely was turning Raven on. She reached down and pulled back her labia, pointing to her clit, and told Bonnie to lick her right there.

Bonnie eagerly did, and despite the child’s inexperience, Raven soon reached climax. Her muscles tensed up as she let out a loud wail, “UUUUHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh…”

She was left a limp rag doll, panting for breath. After several seconds, she opened her eyes — and saw Kala and Jennie staring at her from the bathroom doorway.

“What?!” Raven exclaimed.

“Oh, nothing,” Kala replied with a chuckle, as she led Jennie, still goggling, to their bed.

“Did I do good?” Bonnie asked hopefully.

Raven raised up, pulling Bonnie to her and giving her a kiss. “You did great.”

“Now you do me!” Bonnie urged, bouncing on her knees.

Smiling at her enthusiasm, Raven said, “All right, lie down.”

Bonnie did, and Raven gazed at her lithe form. After drawing a finger slowly from her flat chest down to her bald mound, she starting teasing the little girl, tickling her sides and making her laugh. ‘God, I missed this!’ Raven thought to herself.

When they finished the tickle game with Bonnie red-cheeked and giggling, Raven slid her hands down along her slim, youthful legs. She felt the smooth supple skin beneath her fingers, then moved her hands underneath Bonnie’s knees. She raised her legs up high, pushing them back and causing Bonnie’s bottom to lift off the bed. Holding her legs back, she leaned over and gently kissed her tiny vulva.

Her tongue pushed its way past the closed outer lips, swirling around, coating Bonnie’s insides with saliva. Bonnie watched keenly at first, trying her best to learn from what Raven was doing, but before long her body began to stir and tremble. The child’s eyes glazed over as she found herself breathing harder. Her head fell back, “Ohhh, Raven… it’s… it’s… ooh… uuuuhhhhhhhhhh…”

On the other bed, Jennie was enthralled, watching all this wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open. Kala sat beside her, taking in Jennie’s reaction with an amused look.

Jennie watched as Bonnie’s eyes squeezed tightly shut and her hips began twitching uncontrollably. After grunting a few times, Bonnie let out a long, heavy groan, then almost seemed to faint, her arms and legs dropping flat on the bed.

“Woowww…” breathed Jennie.

Bonnie lay still, utterly exhausted, as she drank in air. It always amazed her how sex felt so good but tired her out so much. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes to find Raven lying beside her. Giving her a big smile, she threw her arms around the woman, nestling against her.

“You like that?” Raven asked.

Bonnie nodded, “It was the most awesomest thing ever.”

They lay in each other’s arms for a couple of minutes, warmly cuddling, then Bonnie said, “I wanna read my book.”

She jumped off the bed, ran naked to get her backpack and fished through it till she pulled out the novel. Getting back in bed, she curled up against Raven and showed the book to her.

“This is Meg Duncan. Her and her friend Kerry solve mysteries together. In this one, Kathleen Hannigan’s ghost is haunting her house, and Meg and Kerry are trying to solve it. Jennie doesn’t like this that much, but I love ghost stories.”

Raven could see the girl’s eyes twinkling as she opened to her bookmark and began reading aloud.

With Bonnie reading to Raven, Jennie asked Kala, “D’ya wanna play Connect Four with me?”

“Sure,” Kala smiled, so Jennie got off the bed and got the game out of her bag. They had already played it a few times earlier. Although Jennie was a fairly competent player, Kala found herself letting Jennie win most of the time anyway, which made her as happy as it did Jennie.

An hour or two passed. Bonnie finished her book, and she and Raven snuggled together in bed. When Jennie and Kala grew tired of Connect Four, they put the game away then turned out the bedside lamp, leaving a light on in the bathroom, and crawled underneath the covers.

Lying in the half-darkness, Kala grinned at Jennie. As the little girl grinned back at her bashfully, Kala took her breast in her hand and offered it to her. Jennie’s eyes widened with desire. She hungrily closed her mouth around the nipple. While Jennie suckled, Kala held her head in place, stroking her hair.

Soon Kala’s pussy began getting wet. As she watched Jennie, the itch between her legs grew stronger and stronger — until Kala was unable to ignore it anymore. Reaching down, she frantically rubbed herself, and moments later began to come. Trying not to move too much or disturb Jennie, she held her breath as the orgasm shook her body. Then it was over, leaving her breathless. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked down at Jennie, who was grinning up at her as she continued sucking. Kala grinned back and curled her arms around the child.

*****

Bonnie awoke. It was dark except for the faint light from the bathroom. Groggy, she looked at the clock. 11:37. Raven was beside her in bed, snoring softly.

It must have been a dream. She’d thought she was back at her parents’ house. They were all on the couch watching a movie, like they would do every Friday night. When Bonnie got up to go get a Coke, that was when she woke up.

She lay quietly, thinking about it. It seemed like an eternity since she last saw her parents and at that time, she had hated them so much. Locking her up and keeping her away from Raven like she was some kind of criminal. But the dream had reminded Bonnie of how much she missed her mom and dad. And she knew they missed her.

Moving slowly so she wouldn’t wake Raven, she reached down to her backpack beside her on the floor and pulled it up onto the bed. Searching through it, she found the framed photo of the three of them at McKinney Falls State Park. Seeing their faces brought tears to her eyes as she realized it had been three days since she ran away. She hadn’t cared then if she ever saw them again, but now she realized that she did miss them.

As she thought about being gone three days, she also realized that, in her parent’s eyes, she had simply disappeared. No phone call. No warning. She began feeling awful about doing that to them. At the time, it wasn’t like she had a choice though. She couldn’t say anything to them about it. But now she should. She should call them so they’d know she was all right. She remembered a phone booth at the corner of the motel.

Putting the picture back inside her backpack and setting it down on the floor, she slowly pushed the blanket aside and swung her legs off the bed, then stood up. She moved slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t disturb the others who were asleep. Finding her clothes and shoes, she silently pulled them on and went to the door. She opened it as quietly as she could, stepped through, and closed the door behind her.

Outside, as she walked toward the phone booth, she looked up at the night sky. Unlike in Austin, she could clearly see the stars here. Reaching the payphone, she read the directions and began feeding in quarters. She dialed her mother’s cell phone number and waited.

The phone rang and rang. Just when she thought no one was going to answer, she heard her mom’s sleepy voice, “Hello?”

For a second, Bonnie was speechless at hearing a voice she hadn’t heard in days. How would her mom react? Angry? Happy? Sad?

“Hello?” her mother repeated.

Her eyes filling with tears, the child spoke, her voice barely a whisper. “Mom? It’s me, Bonnie.”

There was no reply for a moment, then she heard her mother say, “Bonnie?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

On the other end, her mother shouted, “HENRY! IT’S BONNIE!”

“Mom…MOM! I’m okay! …I’m okay! …I can’t tell you where. I’m with Raven… yes, that woman… she didn’t kidnap me! I ran away to be with her… I don’t want you to come get me, I want to be with her. We’re in love…”

Bonnie’s voice became angry, “Yes, I do! … No, I won’t! You don’t understand! You’re wrong about her. She loves me and is good to me. You just think I’m some little kid who doesn’t know what they’re doing, but I DO know! I LOVE HER! … NO! YOU LISTEN! She’s not making me do anything. I want to be with her and if you can’t understand that, then — goodbye!!”

Bonnie slammed the receiver onto its base, disconnecting the call. For a long time she just stood there, wiping her eyes as she cried. Then she turned around… and saw Raven leaning against the wall about twenty feet away, waiting for her. She ran to the woman, throwing her arms around her.

“Th-they don’t know you. They think you’re a bad person,” she sobbed into Raven’s shirt.

“But I have screwed up your life.”

Bonnie looked up at Raven, “I don’t care. I’d rather sleep on the dirt floor of a barn with you, than alone in my bed at home. I love you.”

Raven picked the girl up, holding her close, tears coursing down her own cheeks. “I love you too, Bonnie.”

Continue on to Chapter 11

Bo and Me, Chapter 5

  • Posted on May 21, 2017 at 3:15 pm

By Unfastened Belts

I woke up when I felt Bo climbing into my bed. “Hey,” I said, a little groggy. I shuffled over a bit to make room, turned onto my side to face her.

“Hey,” she replied.

She’d lifted up the blanket and was now tucking herself in beside me. She rolled onto her side as well and shone a smile in my face.

“Back in your pyjamas?” I asked.

“Yeah. Why wear anything but your most comfy clothes on a Sunday morning?” she said.

“You have a point,” I conceded, and paused. “Why are we talking so quietly?”

“I don’t know,” she said, still talking quietly. We giggled.

Bo had a small towel wrapped around her hair. She was emanating a warm glow and a mesmerizing smell of shampoo and soap.

“You look like a newly minted penny,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said, beaming like one. She snuggled up closer until her face was just an inch from mine. I felt her hand touching my arm.

I really wanted to kiss her, but was too afraid to make that first move. I was scared of how intense my feelings were when she was next to me. The sentence formed in my mind for the first time. I have a crush on her. I have a crush on my sister.

“Are you okay?” Bo said.

“Yeah,” I said. Does she see it in my face? I thought, and immediately felt silly for thinking she could.

I gathered up as much courage as I could muster and asked her, “Could I maybe get a kiss?” My voice sounded strange to me.

“Hmmm,” Bo said, making a serious face. Then she smiled and said, “Why, yes.” She leaned in and gave me a soft little kiss on the lips, then drew away.

I said, “Wait, you forgot your change,” and kissed her back. I let my lips linger on hers. They’re so soft, I thought. My heart was turning upside down in my chest. I think this is what they call butterflies in your stomach, but it feels heavier than that. It’s almost making me nauseous.

When I moved away from her, it felt like minutes had passed.

Bo touched her forehead to mine. “It feels so cozy and nice, lying next to you. I really enjoyed our bath, too,” she said.

“Same here,” I responded.

Does she have a crush on me too? Would that mean I’m corrupting her? Or is this just how Bo thinks sisters should be with each other? I didn’t know which seemed worse.

A soft gurgling sound disrupted the quiet from underneath the blanket. Bo’s eyes widened.

I chuckled. “Was that your tummy?”

“Yeah. I think it’s hungry,” she said.

The sound repeated itself, but this time, it was my stomach that made it. Bo and I looked into each other’s eyes, trying to keep it together. I said, “I think our tummies are having a conversation,” laughter bubbling up beneath my words. Bo let out a titter, and that sealed our fate.

We looked at each other for another second, then it just started streaming out of our pores. We held each other through a convulsive fit of laughter, spurred on by the grimaces we were making as we laughed. Bo put on a low voice, still bubbling, and said, “Why have these girls not fed us yet?” making us burst into another raucous fit of hilarity.

“Let’s eat some breakfast then,” I suggested once we quieted down.

“Sounds good,” Bo said. “You get up first, though.”

I extricated myself from our hug, slipped out from under the blanket and got up. Behind me, I heard Bo make a sound.

“You’re not wearing pants,” she remarked.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, looking down at myself dumbly.

I was shocked to see that my panties were so damp that a small dark spot showed on the outside. That had never happened before. For a second, I even thought I’d peed myself during our laughter fit, but I would have noticed that. This was definitely a result of my horniness. Thankfully, I was facing away from Bo.

“I was all hot after the bath, so I didn’t bother putting them on before my nap,” I told her casually as I bent to pick my pyjama pants up from where they lay on the floor and stepped into them.

Bo just said, “Oh.”

I turned around to face her. She was still snuggled up beneath the blanket.

“I guess I’ll get up, too,” she said sadly.

“What, now you don’t want to?” I asked. “I thought your tummy was begging you to feed it.”

“Yeah, but the rest of me likes being all toasty warm in here,” Bo replied, then shrugged. “Guess I gotta do it sometime, though.” With that, she freed herself from the blanket and sat up, lazily stretching.

In that moment, inspiration struck me. I took a quick step back to the bed and bent down, thrust one arm underneath Bo’s knees, wrapped the other one around her back and picked her up in one fell swoop.

“Whoa!” Bo yelled in surprise, slinging an arm around my shoulder for support. “What are you doing?” She was already giggling.

“Picking you up,” I said, and started lumbering around the room with her, as if I was Frankenstein’s monster carrying her away.

“Let me down, you, you goof!” she demanded loudly, in between squeals of laughter.

“Sure thing,” I said. Stomping back to my bed, I threw her onto the mattress.

Bo shrieked when she landed, then made a face at me. “Hey! What was that for?” She tried to say it in a stern tone, but couldn’t quite conceal her amusement.

“I thought you said, ‘Let me down.’” I shrugged.

“Not like that!” she exclaimed. And yet, scrambling back into a sitting position, she raised her arms up and said, “Again, again!”

“Okay,” I said, laughing.

Like before, Bo wrapped her arm around my shoulder as I picked her up. She was a little heavier than I’d imagined, but I enjoyed feeling her weight in my arms. I loved knowing that I was strong enough to carry her. I could pick her up any time I like, I thought.

“Throw me on the bed again!” she insisted.

“Nope. Got other plans,” I told her.

I walked out of my room into the little hallway that led to the staircase, stopping in front of our parents’ room.

“Can’t carry you down the stairs, though. C’mon, let’s go have breakfast,” I told Bo and set her down.

“Okay. Thanks for the ride, Lees,” she said and skipped downstairs ahead of me.

Going down the stairs, I was very aware of the dampness between my legs. I’d only come some twenty minutes earlier, but I was already feeling needy again.

Dad was in the kitchen, making himself some coffee. Next to him, Bo was putting a loaf of bread on the cutting board. Taking up a knife, she started to saw off some slices. The clock said 9:30 now.

“Morning,” Dad said. He scratched the beard stubble on his neck. “You girls were making quite the ruckus up there.”

“Morning, Dad,” I said. “Did we wake you up?”

“Nah. I’ve been awake for half an hour, but I got up when I heard you guys. What were you up to?” he asked.

“Oh, just playing,” I said.

Bo looked up from her cutting board and gave Dad a smile. “We took a bath earlier. Then we cuddled. And then Lisa started carrying me around and dropped me on the bed,” she explained.

Dad looked at her for a second, clearly confused — but then, thankfully, the water for his coffee began to boil and for a moment, it was too loud for conversation.

Bo put away the big bread knife, got a butter knife from the drawer and checked the fridge for spreads. I made myself busy too, thinking it might distract Dad. I opened the cupboard, took out the Nutella and gave it to Bo who was in the process of spreading butter on the bread slices.

Dad poured the boiling water from the electric kettle into the coffee pot next to me. I watched the water stream over the ground coffee powder, filling up the paper filter. I’d tried coffee before and hated the taste, but in a strange dichotomy, the fresh smell of it was amazing. When all the water had seeped through the filter, Dad poured some more over the grounds that had gathered on the sides. Observing this ritual never lost its fascination to me. Sometimes I’d perform it myself, making coffee for Mom and Dad just because I enjoyed the process.

“Aren’t you a little old for taking baths with your sister?” Dad asked me.

“I don’t know,” I said, feeling nervous. “It was fun. I only stayed in with her for ten minutes or so.”

“She crowned me Princess Foamy,” Bo chimed in.

“And then you guys cuddled?” Dad asked.

“Yeah,” Bo said dreamily. “We gave each other kisses.”

Dad looked alarmed. I felt my stomach going tight. “Sisters don’t kiss each other,” he said.

“No, Dad, like this,” I said quickly.

I turned around to Bo and gave her a kiss on the forehead, praying to any gods that still loved me that Bo would get it and play along. Bo looked at me, confused for a few seconds, then she giggled, got up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the forehead, too.

“Yeah, like that,” she said.

“Oh, okay,” Dad said, seemingly fine with it. He got a mug from the cupboard, lifted the filter off the pot and poured himself some coffee.

I took a deep breath, relieved that Bo had backed me up. She could have given me away, I thought. She knows Dad doesn’t approve of sisters kissing, but she saved my ass. She probably doesn’t wanna lose this, either. Not that I was quite certain what “this” even was.

Bo was done with the bread. Some slices had Nutella on them, some jam, some cheese. She put them on plates while I filled two glasses with milk.

We took our breakfast to the living room and seated ourselves at the table. Dad sat down on the couch next to Mom, who was still reading her book.

There was a newspaper on the table next to me, and I idly flipped through it as I ate my bread. Then I found an item that got me excited.

“You guys!” I said. “The outdoor pool opens next Saturday!”

“Ohh, yeah,” Bo said, then turned to Mom and Dad. “Can we go?”

Mom smiled and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go. Maybe we should get annual tickets this year?”

The outdoor pool was a large swimming facility located on a hill one town over. We’d started going there the previous summer, and all four of us loved it.

Dad looked up from his coffee. “Annual tickets, eh? How much are they?” he said.

“I’ll call public services tomorrow and find out,” Mom said.

“Nice,” Bo and I said in unison. We looked at each other and high-fived across the table.

Mom laughed. “Let’s just hope the weather’s good on Saturday,” she said.

A few minutes later, Bo and I were in the kitchen putting our plates and glasses in the dishwasher when the phone rang. Bo went into the study to pick it up and talked to someone for a moment, excited.

When I got into the lobby, Bo went over to the living room door with the phone in her hand and asked our parents, “Can I go visit Rebecca?”

Mom and Dad were fine with that, so Bo smiled brightly and said into the phone, “Lemme just get dressed and I’ll come over… Okay, see you!”

I smiled to myself as Bo skipped upstairs. Rebecca was her best friend, and they would probably hang out together all day. This meant alone time for me, and I had a very good idea about what I would do with it.

“I’m gonna be in my room,” I told Mom and Dad.

“On the computer?” Dad said without looking up, acting like he knew the answer already.

“Yep,” I said, thrilled to be lying.

“Have fun,” he said, his mind elsewhere.

“Thanks,” I said, already turning toward the staircase.

Once in my room, I noticed that Bo had left her door open just a bit. From where I sat on the bed, I could see her taking off her pyjama top. The bottoms were already gone, so she was only wearing panties.

Even from behind, the view sent a shiver down my spine. I cupped the crotch of my pyjamas and felt my wet panties pressed to my pussy. Absentmindedly, I started to slowly caress myself. My pussy felt warm and slick underneath.

As Bo got dressed, she disappeared from my view. Not wanting her to catch me looking, I picked up a CD from the shelf next to my bed and pretended to be looking at it.

Seconds later, she came into my room with a bag over her shoulder and closed the door behind her, looking rushed.

“See you later, Lisa,” Bo said.

“Bye bye,” I said, giving her a smile and a wave.

Off she skidded, then I heard her stop halfway down the corridor and slowly walk back to my door. She stood in the doorway, gazing at me uncertainly.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Never mind,” she said and shook her head like she was tossing something off. “I love you, Lees.”

“I love you, too, Bo,” I said. She grinned and blew me a kiss. I touched my hand to my cheek, but Bo was already gone.

I waited till I heard her reach the bottom of the stairs, then languorously stripped out of my PJ bottoms and sat on my bed. Down to my shirt and panties, I leaned against the pillow with my legs spread.

I studied the wet spot on my panties in awe. It had grown considerably in size. I touched my crotch with the tips of my fingers and watched as even more wetness oozed into the material. My pussy felt hot and sensitive.

I massaged the panties into my slit. They were drenched already, but I loved playing with my pussy in this indirect way. The sensations were dampened, but still felt delicious.

I placed the fingertips of both hands just inside the hem of my panties and carefully pulled my outer pussy lips apart. My panties settled in place between them.

I used two fingers of one hand to keep pushing the crotch of the panties into my cavity, which caused them to tighten and stretch all around me. It also produced soft squishing noises that sounded dirty, and so very hot.

With my other hand, I made gentle circles right over my clit. With my pussy pried open, my clit was now rubbing against the material of my panties. I enjoyed how delicate the sensation felt, with the cotton between my fingers and my flesh.

I need to smell myself, I thought.

Hooking both of my thumbs into the waistband, I lifted my butt up from the bed and slowly began pulling my panties down. The crotch clung to my pussy, and made a squishing sound when it came off. A few thin strands of liquidy stuff hung between my pussy and my panties. I had the absurd association of melted cheese stretching between a fork and a pile of hot pasta.

Slipping my panties off, I brought the crotch to my face. It was absolutely soaked, covered in a glistening layer of fluids. The girls online call this pussy juice, I remembered. I held the gusset beneath my nostrils and breathed in the scent. I almost fainted.

In a way, the smell was reminiscent of pee, but it was much wilder, sexier, dirtier. This is what my lust smells like, I thought, my horniness, my womanhood. I inhaled deeply. The scent turned me on beyond belief. I’m smelling my pussy like it’s right in front of my face. The image made me quiver.

I looked at the gusset again, drenched with my pussy juice, and with an eerie sense of need, I knew I had to taste it. I extended my tongue and, before I knew what I was doing, gave the crotch a broad lick from the bottom to the top like it was a cone of ice cream.

I knew right then and there that I was addicted to it. My mouth was filled with the taste of arousal. It was filthy and wrong and I craved it.

Meanwhile, my pussy was crying out for attention. My pelvis felt like a hot pool of magma was slowly bubbling and oozing out of me. I put my panties down on the bed beside me and slid my middle finger through my juicy folds.

My lips were so slick that they made little wet sounds as I trailed my finger through them. I raised my finger up to face level and stared at it, wide-eyed. It was completely coated with my juices.

Without conscious thought, I put the wet finger on my temple and daubed a trail down one cheek. I felt like a squaw putting on war paint. I slid my finger through my slit one more time and repeated the pattern on the other side. The juice felt sticky on me, and I could smell it on my face. I shuddered with how forbidden and erotic this was, amazed at how wicked and filthy I was being. My face smells like pussy, I thought.

I sunk my fingertip into my cavity. It sounded like I dipped it into a glass of jam. I pushed it further, feeling around for the thin membrane of my hymen, but it wasn’t there anymore.

It’s been awhile since I stuck a finger in to check up on it, I thought. I’d read about girls losing their hymens from horse riding. Maybe it happened when Bo and I rode ponies for her birthday three months ago. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I might have been on my period at the time, so if I’d actually bled from losing my hymen, I wouldn’t have known.

I felt my face flush with excitement. This broken-down barrier signified thrilling new possibilities.

Very slowly, I worked my finger deeper into my pussy. At first, I felt something that wasn’t quite pain, more like pressure. Eventually though, my vagina gave and gave, and then my finger was inside up to the third knuckle. I stared at my hand in awe, picturing that finger inside my pussy.

I took a few deep breaths. My pussy was so tight around my finger I thought I could feel it contracting as I breathed. I felt like I was touching my very core. Still, the slow breathing helped relax me somewhat.

I’m about to finger myself, I thought. Some region deeper in my brain repeated the same notion — only in a sultry whisper, worded more dangerously: I’m going to fuck myself. I shivered again.

I felt like it was a special moment that I should honour. If I was going to do this, I wanted to be lying down. I looked over to my door, which was wide open. If I closed it, my parents would knock before they’d come in, giving me at least a few extra seconds to cover up in case they made their way to my room while I was too distracted to notice.

Slowly, I withdrew my finger from my pussy. Even that first time, I felt a subdued sense of disappointment at the new feeling of emptiness. Like being filled up is the more natural state, I thought.

Once my fingertip came into view, I saw that it looked like I’d stuck it into a jar of honey. It was totally coated in a layer of clear, sticky fluid. A glob had gathered on my fingertip, connecting to my pussy through a thin, wispy strand of juice.

Absolutely fascinated, I gazed wide-eyed as I moved my finger farther and farther away from my opening, waiting for the glistening strand to break. It finally did when my hand was about halfway between my pussy and my face. Some of the fluid landed on my mons, some on my PJ top.

I stared at my moist fingertip. I really wanted to lick it and taste my deepest, most secret place, but I told myself, Not yet. You can reward yourself with that afterwards. Be a good girl and tease yourself first.

I felt a strange sense of holiness as I opened my mouth slightly and put my finger to my lips, applying my pussy juice to them like makeup — first coating the bottom lip, then the top. This is how whores put on lipstick, I thought and shivered, wondering where that thought had come from.

I smacked my lips, noticing that I could faintly taste myself when I breathed through my mouth. So, of course, that’s what I did… doing my best to resist the temptation to just lick it all off right then and there.

I saw that my finger was still wet. Still feeling oddly spiritual, I used my other hand to lift up my bangs, then daubed the last residue of pussy juice on my forehead like a bindi. Letting my bangs fall back to cover it, I felt less like an individual and more like an avatar of all budding female lust. My forehead, temples, cheeks and mouth were painted with the invisible scented makeup of all naughty girls and every sacred slut. I sniffed my finger, that most private smell filling up my head like frankincense.

I had to shake my head to snap out of this trance. If Jehovah is listening to my thoughts, there’s no way I’m ever going to paradise, I thought, then surprised myself by chuckling at the notion. Somehow, this raw sexual heat was giving me much more profound feelings than service at congregation ever had.

I finally got up to close the door. Moving across the room, I could feel the air brush over my dripping pussy and the damp places where I’d painted my face. I imagined someone saying, Excuse me, young lady, but you’ve got pussy all over your face. Shaking my head again, I pulled the door shut.

Before I lay back down, I pondered whether I should take off my pyjama top. I usually preferred to keep it on and fondle my boobs underneath. However, I felt like this occasion merited complete nudity. Like a virgin on the altar, ready to sacrifice herself, I mused as I took off my top, still in disbelief over my own thoughts.

I lay down and gently placed my wet panties beside me on the pillow, turning my head to breathe in the scent. When I spread my legs, I noticed that even the insides of my thighs were sticky now, probably just from walking around. I ran my fingers back and forth over my outer lips, spreading the wetness all over my mound and through my pubic hair, amazed at how slick my pussy was.

I was pretty worked up already, so before long, I trailed my finger through my slit again. My pussy was so aroused that when I accidentally brushed over my exposed clit, it gave me a huge jolt. “Aahhhh!” I heard myself gasp.

Like before, I tentatively dipped a fingertip beneath my folds first, luxuriating in the sensation of swirling it through my wetness. Then slowly, oh so slowly, I nestled it into my vagina, my palm resting on my vulva. I didn’t feel as much resistance this time, but my pussy was still really tight around my finger. Once again, I basked in the feeling of being filled up.

Just as slowly, I retracted my finger all the way, feeling the inner lips fold shut behind it like a curtain of flesh. Needing more of that fullness, I slipped it back inside. The next time I withdrew it, I didn’t pull it out all the way before going back inside.

Very gradually, I built up a rhythm. I could feel my pussy play counterpart to my finger, almost as if it was trying to suck me back in when I pulled it out.

Whenever I hit the deepest spot, I paused, reveling in the sensation for a few seconds before continuing this little game. I could sink my finger in up to the third knuckle without hitting a dead end — which I knew from biology class would be my cervix. And beyond that lies the womb, I thought.

Penetrating myself grew easier and easier. My pussy was wetter than ever, producing delightful squishing sounds as I worked it with my finger. I loved fucking myself. I’m an animal, I thought, an animal taking care of her needs, a slut who fucks her own pussy.

In the midst of masturbating, I ran my other hand all over my boobs. Occasionally, I’d brush against my taut nipples, which intensified the feelings in my pussy as if there was a direct connection.

The sensations I got from fingering myself were different from the ones I’d get by rubbing my clit — less pointed and intense, yet beautiful in their own way, deeper somehow and all-encompassing. I could hear myself moaning, but was too far gone to quiet down.

I was going pretty fast now. My soft cries were getting louder, as if I was trying to turn myself on even more. But although it felt amazing, I realized that I couldn’t come from just fingering myself.

I stopped fondling my boobs, let my pumping hand come to a standstill. Leaving my finger nestled deep inside myself, I started rubbing my clit with the other hand after slathering it with the wetness from my pussy. This new sensation felt indescribable. My clit seemed more sensitive than normal, almost like it extended straight into my vagina.

When I came, for a crazy moment I was worried that my body would come apart at the seams. My pussy kept trying to contract, but there was not much wiggle room inside, so it just squeezed my finger erratically, which felt incredible. I felt more juices gush out through my fingers, against my palm. The plateau seemed to last forever. Overwhelmed, I jerked my hand away from my clit but just kept on coming.

When it was over, I just lay there panting, wide-eyed. My chest was heaving. Eventually, I managed to extract my finger from my pussy, sad once more at the emptiness that was left behind inside me.

I brought my hand up to my face. All of my fingers were wet, not just the one I’d fucked myself with. Even my palm was a little moist.

Dutifully, I started licking off the wetness — first from my hand, then from my outstretched fingers. If you fuck yourself like an animal, you’ve got to clean your paw like an animal, I told myself. Despite the relief of my second orgasm of the morning, the taste of my pussy started to get me turned on yet again.

After I was done scooping up the juices with my tongue, I allowed myself to put a finger in my mouth. I closed my eyes as I sucked off the residual wetness. Like a baby nursing on her thumb, I thought as my own dirty taste filled me up. One by one, I sucked all my other fingers clean too, saving the middle one for last. Such a treat.

Even after I was finished, my hand still smelled like pussy. I’m not gonna wash it, I thought. I wanna smell it later when I’m a normal human again, to remind myself that I’m an animal too, an animal with a dirty paw. My hand still a little wet from my cleaning routine, I wiped it on my cheek, thinking, Dirty, dirty, dirty girl. How had I become so wicked?

I could smell myself on my face, but I was pretty sure nobody would pick up on it unless I got too close to them. Only I knew what makeup I was wearing.

I picked up my panties again and held the crotch to my nose. One more time, I inhaled my scent, then I decided to put them back on instead of getting clean ones.

When the crotch nestled against my pussy, the dampness felt a little cold, but I thought, You have no one to blame but yourself. You’re a dirty girl who wet her panties, now you have to deal with the consequences and wear them all day.

I got out a pair of jeans next, afraid that I might soak through my pyjama bottoms if I put them on again. The jeans felt tight on me. Cupping my crotch, I whimpered a little, amazed by how wet and sensitive I was down there.

Still topless, I went over to the window and opened it, thinking that my whole room probably smelled like pussy — although I couldn’t be sure, what with the scent of my face clouding my perception.

It was a beautiful day and the birds were chirping. I skimmed the streets for potential onlookers. When I didn’t see any, I leaned out the window, closed my eyes and let the sun shine on my bare chest. It was glorious, not least because the weather was finally getting warm.

I was excited by the possibility of going to the pool on Saturday, hoping the weather wouldn’t change its mind. I was looking forward to swimming, playing volleyball, going down the water slide and eating cheap fries from the kiosk.

And seeing Bo in her bikini, I thought, suddenly overcome by my wicked side again. How am I gonna make it through the week until then?

Leaving the window open, I went back to make my bed, where I discovered a little damp spot on the sheets. Oh crap, I thought, was I that wet? I sniffed it and yep, sure enough, it had oozed from my pussy. Well, that’s how it is with naughty girls, I thought, simply covering up the spot with my blanket.

As I was fluffing up my pillow, I heard someone running up to my room. Then Bo opened the door and came bounding through, her friend Rebecca in tow. Unlike my parents, Bo never knocked on my door. I hadn’t thought that she would be back so soon.

Bo looked over to me and stopped short in her tracks. Panicked, I held onto the pillow, but didn’t think to use it to cover up my boobs. When I realized both girls were looking at them, I finally raised it up to my chest.

“Nothing to see here, folks,” I quipped, “just keep walking.”

Flustered, Bo shook her head and looked me in the eyes. “Sorry, Lisa,” she said, and continued into her own room, looking a little dazzled.

“Yeah, sorry,” Rebecca said as well and followed Bo. The door quietly closed behind them.

At least I just aired the room, I told myself, though I doubted these eleven-year-olds would have recognized the smell anyway. Besides, they’d been pretty clearly preoccupied with the visual stimulus I’d provided.

I put on a bra and a T-shirt, contemplating how Bo was the reason I got so horny in the first place, taking a bath with her and the way we kissed each other. It’s her own fault she saw me topless, I thought. And we were naked in the bath together earlier, anyway. Maybe she even liked the view.

I turned on my stereo and put on a CD — not only to distract myself, but also for my sister and her friend, who were unusually quiet right then. I figured if there was music playing, they could relax and talk normally without me hearing them through the door. I picked an album that I kept borrowing from the library because it had become one of my absolute favourites, Get Behind Me Satan by the White Stripes. When it started to play, I turned on the computer.

I’d always been too shy to post any stories on the masturbation forums, but I thought this would be a good one to share. I typed it all up and wrote a lengthy post, hoping that some of the girls reading it (and perhaps boys, too?) would be turned on, maybe even masturbate to it. Occasionally, I sniffed my hand, reminding myself of this heavenly dirty smell that my pussy produced.

By the time I hit Submit Post, “Instinct Blues” came on. I started singing along.

And everyone that’s under your shoe
and every bird and bug in the jungle too
and everything in the ocean blue,
they just happen to know exactly what to do.

I started laughing, the innuendo of the song clicking in my head for the first time. “So why don’t you?” Well, I certainly knew now. Instinct blues, all right.

I flopped down on the freshly made bed, turned up the music and relaxed to the rest of the album. At some point, the girls walked through my room again and I stopped singing, feeling a little embarrassed. Rebecca didn’t look at me, Bo just stole a quick glance. They left and closed the door behind them.

The last song on the album suddenly carried a new layer of meaning to it as well.

And I love my sister, lord knows how I’ve missed her
she loves me and she knows I won’t forget
Sometimes I get jealous of all her little pets and I get lonely
but I ain’t that lonely yet.

I couldn’t help but sigh. Maybe not you, Jack White, I thought, but I am.

*****

Bedtime was a little weird. It was a Sunday night, so Bo had to go to bed around nine. Usually I stayed up later than that, but I got ready for bed just after Bo, keeping my soiled panties tucked underneath my pillow as a lucky charm. Oh, and also so I could smell them again in the morning.

I wanted Bo to sleep over with me, feeling anxious that our cuddle time might have been ended for good when Dad told her that sisters didn’t kiss each other. Did she now think that what we’d done was wrong?

She had just gone to bed when I climbed into mine. Her door was open.

“You wanna stay over with me?” I called out to her, trying to sound casual.

It took her a while to reply. “When do you have to get up?” she asked.

“At 6:30,” I said. Another pause.

“My first class is at 8:20 tomorrow,” she said. “I don’t have to get up till eight.”

Bo’s school was just a ten-minute walk away, whereas I had to take the train in the mornings. Class started at 7:30 for me, so I caught the train at seven, and I usually took a shower before I left.

Even though getting up at 6:30 meant nine hours of sleep starting right then, I definitely sympathized with the notion of not wanting to wake up that early without a pretty good reason.

“You wanna just come over and cuddle a little before you go to sleep, then?” I tried.

“I’m tired,” Bo replied. My heart sank a little.

“Can I just come over and give you a goodnight kiss?” I asked.

“Okay,” she said.

I got out of my bed and walked over to hers. She was lying on her side, facing away from me, eyes closed. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too, Lees,” Bo mumbled, but she didn’t move.

I couldn’t tell if she was really that tired or feeling awkward around me now, but I could tell I wasn’t gonna get a physical reaction out of her.

We said good night and I went back to bed. I didn’t fall asleep for a long time, even though my horniness was long gone.

Continue on to Chapter 6

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