Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Unfastened Belts

Watching porn and playing with myself became regular things for me. I did it whenever no one was around; weekend nights when my parents and Bo were asleep, or after school if I was the first one home. I quickly found a few websites that I really liked. You had to say you were eighteen or older, but they wouldn’t know if you lied. I kept a rigid browser cache-cleaning routine, so I wouldn’t get caught.

Usually I played with my pussy while I was watching porn, but I always held back and waited to make myself come with a proper session in bed afterwards. I found out early that I loved to tease and restrain myself. For some reason, it turned me on so much more. Sometimes I’d even start touching myself in the morning, then stop before I came because I enjoyed going to school horny. I liked being aware of my pussy.

This horny side of myself took me by surprise. I’d always thought of myself as a good girl with nothing to hide. I didn’t think masturbating was evil anymore, but I still kept it a secret from everybody, and I didn’t know anybody who said they did it. I wondered how many of the people in my class masturbated. Probably most of them, I decided.

I also figured out that I was very picky with the videos I watched. I found that I loved homemade videos best, like the first one I saw. I kept going back to that one, and I liked to imagine that the cameraman was Melanie’s boyfriend. I disliked most videos that seemed overly produced or exaggerated.

I especially loved videos of girls masturbating, and lesbians having sex. I watched videos of guys jerking off and having sex with girls, too, but while I enjoyed them, they didn’t excite me nearly as much. I’d always been pretty reflective, so I became aware of that right away. For a good while, I reasoned that I probably preferred to watch videos with just girls because I loved seeing someone like myself experience pleasure, and identified with them. Sex will never feel the same for me as it does for a guy, I thought, but with girls, I can imagine I’m them.

I still loved to read masturbation stories too, but I only acted out some of them. For some vague reason I didn’t feel comfortable with the thought of losing my hymen, so I never fingered my vagina except for some cautious, curious poking. I was very content with the sensations I was getting just from toying with my clit, anyway.

I did come to love some of the classics, like humping my pillow or a big plush tiger that lived on my bedside. Its tail was covered with incredibly soft fur, and I loved brushing myself with it between the legs, back and forth over my mound. I couldn’t come from that, but it turned me on like crazy. Sometimes when I went to bed, I’d pull down my pyjama pants underneath the blankets, then tuck Tigger’s tail (yeah, I know, really original) between my legs and go to sleep like that. I’d wake up turned on and walk around with the phantom sensation still between my legs. Our showerhead felt intense too, but it was too hard for me not to moan, so I couldn’t use that one when my family was around.

*****

I took the train to school every morning. The ride was only five minutes, and the station was a two-minute walk from our apartment. My school was right outside the station at the next stop.

When I got into eighth grade in September 2004, I started seeing a girl I’d never noticed before at the station in my home town. She took the same train as me in the mornings and got off at the next stop, too. On Wednesdays, I had to take a bus to the gym for sports class. The bus station was right next to my school and the train station. The girl went there every day, probably to take a bus to her own school.

I caught myself looking every time I saw her. She had long blonde hair and a beautiful face. I’d try to sit near her on the train. At the bus station, she waited at the stop just across the way from me, and I’d get to look at her for five or ten minutes.

After a few days, I realized that I had a crush on her.

That was devastating news. Having a crush on someone of the same sex means you’re homosexual, I thought. Am I a lesbian?

Homosexuality was unequivocally wrong and sinful, according to Jehovah’s Witnesses. I knew what the Bible said about it, too. In the Old Testament, there was a law that said two men caught having sex should be put to death, right then and there. Paul condemned homosexuality in general in the New Testament.

I’d grown up being taught these things, but had never even considered that they might apply to me. I mulled it over and over in my head for a few days, finally astounded to realize that there had always been girls I was attracted to, I’d just never thought of it that way.

The earliest memory I came up with was of a girl in congregation. One day she wore a pretty blue dress. I kept looking at her during service and told my parents how beautiful I thought she looked. I must have been around three or four.

I had both male and female friends throughout elementary school, but was much closer to the girls. That never seemed noteworthy to me. Most girls I knew were best friends with other girls. I loved being around my girl friends because we had great times together, but also because I admired the way they looked; that never happened with boys. But back then, I reasoned that it was because I aspired to be like my girl friends. I was even quite proud of myself for not getting crushes on boys, which I thought of as immature.

I didn’t have a lot of friends in secondary school, which starts with grade five in Germany. My grades were good, but others thought of me as weird, and I ended up as an outcast. A lot of guys bullied me because I was a geek. The first male friend I made was Mark, who protected me from the guys who hounded me. I ended up sitting between him and his friend Fabian, who also became good friends with me. I wasn’t attracted to them or any other guys, but my isolation had me disillusioned about romantic feelings, anyway. Mere friendship was hard enough to come by.

Once a year, we went on one-week school trips where our class would stay at a youth hostel. Four to six people would share a room. On our first trip, I wanted to room with Mark and Fabian, but there was a policy against mixed-sex rooms, so I got paired up with a bunch of girls. I was something of an outsider, because they’d all been friends with each other before already. There was no animosity between us, but I felt excluded. They knew that my clique was with Mark and Fabian, so they didn’t reach out to me, and I was too shy to try making friends.

I hung out with Mark and Fabian during the day trips and kept to myself when I was in the hostel room with the girls. I always got fully dressed in the bathroom right after showering, because I felt embarrassed about changing in front of them. I got strange looks for that.

The other girls would come out of the shower in their bras and panties, waiting till they were fully dry before putting on the rest of their clothes. I admired their lack of inhibition and stole glances at them whenever they weren’t looking, which gave me a strange, shaky feeling in my tummy. Once again, I thought it was because I was a weirdo, watching the normal girls because I wanted to be one of them.

With Train Girl, as I came to call her in my thoughts, when I understood how I felt about her, it hit me so hard that it was like being punched in the stomach. There were no two ways around it, I was attracted to another girl.

I’d always hated sports class. I was lanky and uncoordinated, and I don’t think locker rooms are a pleasant experience for any awkward teenager. Still, Wednesday came to be my favourite day of the week, because of her. I was obsessed with gazing at Train Girl and felt sad every time that she wasn’t on the train. If she wasn’t there on Wednesday, it ruined my entire week. Those ten minutes in her presence at the bus station became holy to me.

I’d fantasize about her all throughout my classes. This newfound realization that I was attracted to a girl also changed the way I experienced the locker room. I kept sneaking peeks at the other girls as we changed, wondering why I’d never paid attention to them before.

I felt like a kid in a candy store, even if it was one where I never actually got to eat any sweets. I was pretty good at being covert about my interest in girls, even though my horniness got pretty intense at times. Occasionally, I’d even play with my clit in the restroom. I never allowed myself to come at school, though. Orgasms were sacred experiences I’d only grant myself in the privacy of my bed — and just being turned on in school was enjoyable in its own way.

At the same time, my feelings of guilt were pretty intense. Masturbation seemed like peanuts by comparison. I was homosexual; sinful and worthy of death in God’s eyes. My family had stopped going to congregation by then and we didn’t discuss religion at home, but I was still really frightened. There was no way I could confide in my parents or anyone else I knew, so I turned to my trusted online forums.

I was surprised how upset these people got when I shared my guilty feelings. They said that I’d been brainwashed, and that homosexuality was something completely natural. I got a lot of helpful links. I tried to be unbiased in learning about the topic, pretending to read the articles like they didn’t have anything to do with me.

I came away with the conclusion that, scientifically speaking, your sexuality was partially something you were just born with, and partially influenced by your toddler years. In either case, you couldn’t change it just by wanting to.

I felt better, but still somewhat troubled. On the one hand, it meant that at the very least, it wasn’t my fault I was different. On the other hand, God was judging me either way.

That seemed fishy, though. Jehovah was supposed to be a loving god. Would a loving god really condemn people for something that’s completely out of their hands? I wondered. It doesn’t seem right. But if God was wrong about sexuality, to me that either meant he was evil, or that the Bible wasn’t God’s word at all and that everything I’d been taught was wrong.

Either option seemed pretty hard to swallow. It felt like two hearts were beating in my chest. Rationally, I was pretty certain that I wasn’t a bad person for liking girls, but my subconscious still squirmed whenever I got turned on. When I watched the other girls undress in the locker room, I felt almost like a sexual predator.

I never mustered up the guts to talk to Train Girl. What was I gonna say to her, anyway? Hey, I have a crush on you, do you happen to be a lesbian too? Or maybe, Hey, do you wanna hang out later and get ice cream? You know, like you do with people you’ve never met before?

I did find out her name, though. I once saw her talk to a girl at the train station, but when the train arrived, they got in on different entrances. I followed Train Girl’s friend to where she sat down. Still standing, I bluntly asked her, “Hey, what’s the name of that girl you just talked to at the station?”

She looked pretty bewildered, but she said, “Uhhh, Lena.” Before she could ask me why I wanted to know, I said thanks and just continued down the aisle to find a seat.

I knew Lena was out of reach, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her. I’d sit on the bed listening to music, imagining she was next to me holding my hand. I even had a dream once about my dad taking me over to her house for a date, with our parents bonding and saying we made “such a cute couple.” Waking up from that one was really rough.

*****

I think I’d recently turned fourteen when I came home from school one day and noticed that the door to Bo’s room, which you could only enter through mine, was open — although she wasn’t home. That usually meant our cat Max was in there.

I was in the mood for some quality cuddle time, so I ventured into my sister’s room and sure enough, there was Max, idling on Bo’s bed like it was nobody’s business, which I guess it wasn’t. Either way, he was happy to see me and started purring before I even began to pet him. I lay down next to him and we cuddled for five minutes or so before I let go of him and got up.

I was about to leave when I looked at the chair next to Bo’s bed. It was a baby’s chair from when we were much younger. Now it served as a place for Bo to drop off her dirty clothes before Mom came to fetch them for the washer. What caught my interest was a thong.

Somewhat shocked, I picked it up. It wasn’t really anything frisky. It had a cute picture of a cat in the front and a little ribbon sewed onto the hem. It wasn’t a G-string — it was all cotton, but very narrow around the waist and bottom. A children’s thong.

I didn’t have any panties like that, and I was three years older than Bo. I was sure Mom wouldn’t have bought something like this for her, and I suspected I knew where it came from. My grandma’s neighbours had a granddaughter who was two years older than Bo, and they regularly gave us clothes she’d grown out of. Our mother might not yet have sifted through a new bunch of clothes, so Bo had decided to try on the thong, not suspecting that maybe Mom wouldn’t approve of it.

I was in a sort of trance, not consciously thinking about what I was doing. I stripped out of my jeans and panties and put on the thong. It was too small for me, so in pulling it up all the way, the narrow bottom part slipped into my butt crack instead of covering it. I felt sexy, but uneasy too — not only for wearing a thong, but for wearing a pair of my little sister’s used panties. In a twisted way, that uneasiness made me feel even sexier, though.

I walked around a couple steps, reveling in the feeling of what little material there was covering my sex. Max watched lazily out of the corner of an eye.

I slipped out of the thong again. While I put my panties and jeans back on, I thought about how awesome it would feel to wear this thong all day, maybe at school – being naughty without anyone around suspecting. I’d be horny all day long!

I contemplated stealing the thong. Mom would never know it was gone, since she was probably unaware of its existence in the first place, and Bo might think that Mom had just gotten rid of it without telling her. In any case, I felt sure she’d be too embarrassed to ask Mom about it. I just had to keep the thong in a place where it wouldn’t be found. That meant I couldn’t put it in the laundry where Mom would see it. How long could I wear this before it becomes icky? I pondered.

I picked it up again, still not really conscious about what I was doing. I turned it inside out and brought the crotch to my nose. The scent hit me instantly.

Bo had peed in this. The thong wasn’t soaking wet, and there were no pants on her chair, so she was still wearing those. No major accident, then. It had probably happened while she was doing sports, maybe taking a ball to the belly during soccer practice, or during a major giggling fit, soon enough that she could excuse herself to a bathroom and empty her bladder. Still, it smelled strongly of her pee. I looked at the gusset and it confirmed what I already knew. One spot was slightly darker than the material surrounding it. No visible signs on the outside, and the smell was fainter there.

Despite my comprehensive investigation, I brought up the gusset to my nose again. It smelled differently from what I’d have expected. I knew the smell of urine from alleyways and underpasses, but that was more pungent and stinging than this. Instead, the smell was musky and warm. I actually seemed to like it.

I inhaled a couple more times. It was almost addictive. Once again, my conscious thoughts followed my actions. I’m standing in my sister’s room, holding her worn panties to my face and breathing in the smell of her pee.

The realization made me feel wrong, and at the same time, incredibly horny. Without thinking, I went over to my room, stripped out of my jeans and panties once more and lay down on my bed. I held Bo’s thong to my nose with one hand, stroking my pussy with the other.

Then I thought of something even naughtier. I pulled the thong over my head so that its back part went on my forehead and the front underneath my chin. The waistband went behind my ears around the side of my head and the gusset was right over my nose. It fit perfectly. When I inhaled, I could not smell anything but Bo. The thought of that and the aroma of her got me so aroused that it only took me a minute to bring myself to one of the most intense orgasms I’d had yet.

That settled it. This thong was now mine, and I would never give it back.

*****

After a week or so, it turned out that I could barely smell Bo on the thong anymore, which surprised and disappointed me a little. Of course, I still kept it.

I only wore the thong to class once. It distracted me too much. I couldn’t concentrate, and all day long I felt anxious to get home and masturbate. I did wear it at home sometimes — the very idea of being around my straitlaced parents in my sister’s soiled underwear turned me on no end. I wondered if Mom and Dad would still hug me lovingly and stroke my hair, comfortable in the knowledge that I was a good girl, if they knew that in that moment, I was wearing a children’s thong because their younger daughter Bo had peed in it.

That was just the beginning, though. I soon developed another sinful habit. Almost every day, I’d sneak into Bo’s room to check if there were new worn panties on her chair for me to sniff. Whenever I found a pair, I’d either just stand there for what felt like hours, closing my eyes, holding the crotch to my nose and breathing in my baby sister’s scent… or I’d take it to my room, wrap it around my face, lie down and masturbate.

Sometimes her panties seemed to have been barely worn, other times there was a faint smell that was enough to trigger my lust, and every once in a blue moon the panties were literally still damp, maybe from a long car drive where Bo was too timid to ask for a restroom stop. Those rare occasions were like heaven to me. I never would have thought that one day, not only would I not mind the smell of urine, but I’d actually crave it, seeking out my little sister’s used panties to achieve sexual bliss.

I contemplated leaving my own panties on while I peed to find out if it smelled the same, but the idea seemed risky to me. I was fourteen, not a little girl. I was supposed to be able to control my bladder. What would Mom think if she found my drenched panties in the laundry basket? So I didn’t go all out, but sometimes I held it for a little longer than necessary. I’d read a funny comic or play tickle games with Bo, letting myself leak just a little before going to the bathroom and relieving myself properly, without my panties on.

I did like the smell of my own damp underwear, but it was definitely different from smelling Bo’s panties and, ultimately, didn’t hold the same magic. Maybe (for sure), knowing who had peed the panties was part of the turn-on. So I only resorted to sniffing my own panties when there weren’t any on the chair in Bo’s room.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Amanda Lynn

As Marcy and Jack stepped from the terminal building they were greeted by a warm tropical breeze. A high of 80 degrees had been forecast for the day, a bit above seasonal for this time or year. Marcy didn’t mind at all. The warmth of the sun felt good. She took a deep breath and let it out.

“This is the life,” she declared as she took a pair of Ray-Bans out of her bag and put them on.

Jack smiled. “Yup!” he agreed. “The shuttle to the car rental place is across the street,” he said, heading for the crosswalk.

A shuttle bus arrived almost immediately, and then it was only a short ride to the rental place. Once they stepped off the bus and collected their bags, they proceeded through a set of doors which led into a large airy atrium. The perimeter was lined with a dozen different rental agencies and about half that number of food vendors. There were plenty of chairs and tables to eat at near the center of the room. There were also benches for folks waiting for the next shuttle bus back to the main terminal.

Marcy sat on a bench with their luggage as Jack took care of securing the car reservation. She glanced around the atrium taking in all the activity that was happening. There were lots of people there, mostly couples. Some of them had kids in tow and were probably on vacation.

As she scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular, she caught sight of a young girl and her mom standing in line at one of the rental car kiosks. The mother was wearing a pair of denim shorts that showcased her small round ass cheeks. The woman was probably in her early thirties, and from what Marcy could tell from her vantage point had the body of a model. As the woman turned to talk with the little girl, she revealed that her tiny pink halter top was covering a perky pair of boobs and not much else.

She’s a hottie, Marcy thought to herself, as she turned her attention from the woman to the little girl. The child had long blonde hair like her mother, which reached down to the small of her back. She appeared to be around eight or maybe nine years old and was wearing a light yellow sundress.

As Marcy watched, the girl bent over at the waist to pick up something she had dropped. When she did, the hem of her short dress slid up high enough that Marcy had a clear view of the child’s bare bottom.

Marcy was surprised by the sight, as it was not what she expected, but found herself very much enjoying the view.

The young blonde noticed Marcy looking as she picked up the item, and smiled at her. Once she was standing upright again the girl placed the item inside her shoulder bag. After glancing at her mother to make sure she wasn’t watching, she looked back over her shoulder at Marcy. Seeing she still had Marcy’s attention, the girl grabbed the hem of her dress and flashed Marcy her bum four times in a row.

Marcy’s heart was racing as she found herself being turned on by this little girl. She continued to watch the young flasher, hoping no one would catch on to them. She felt her face getting warm and her pussy getting wet. If she could have, she would have dropped her pants and rubbed one out right there.

As her mother started to move away from the counter, the girl knew she had time for one more flash for the horny lady on the bench. This time the little blonde faced toward Marcy, then spread her legs slightly and lifted up the front of her dress, exposing her bald pussy to anyone who happened to glance that way. The girl held the pose for a few seconds before dropping the hem and blowing Marcy a kiss.

Marcy could feel herself blushing, and was shocked by the brazen girl’s actions. The child giggled and turned, running to catch up with her mom. Marcy took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She was seriously contemplating going to the washroom to masturbate when Jack approached.

“We’re good to go,” he announced.

“Huh?”

“Time to go. I have the car,” he replied with a questioning look.

“Sorry, Jack, I was people-watching. Got lost in thought.”

Marcy stood and grabbed one of the suitcases as Jack took the others and set off through a different set of doors into the parking garage. They soon found the rental car, then loaded it up and headed for the resort. Once they got on the interstate, it was only a short trip to their exit. Jack followed the GPS directions down a secondary road that wound its way along the coastline for several miles.

Marcy watched the scenery go by, noting that signs of civilization were gradually getting sparse. Forty minutes later they arrived at a pink gravel road off the main road that led to a large gated marble entrance which opened onto the resort proper. Marcy was in awe of how beautiful it was. The grounds were manicured with a large water fountain in front of the white three-story main building. The front entrance was framed with pink marble columns and the roof was covered with red clay tiles.

“This is magnificent!” Marcy exclaimed as Jack pulled into the shaded parking area.

After getting their luggage from the car and checking in, they headed up to their second floor suite. The two-bedroom unit had a kitchenette off the dining area. A large living room with a fireplace and a big flat-screen TV completed the suite. Marcy opened the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony.

The view here was just as beautiful as the front. Marcy was looking down onto a large swimming pool with a hot tub and a wading pool for the little ones. There were plenty of deck chairs and umbrellas along the sides of the pool, as well as an open-air bar. Not far from the pool area was a large white sand beach that ended at the crystal blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico.

“Do you want to go down to the lounge for a bit before dinner?” Jack called from the living room.

“Not now. I want to hop in the tub and soak for a bit,” Marcy answered. “You go ahead. I’ll meet you downstairs later.”

“Okay then,” he replied. A few minutes later he was out the door.

Marcy stepped back inside the suite and headed for the Jacuzzi tub in the oversized bathroom. After turning on the water and checking the temperature, she padded back to the bedroom to undress.

As she started to disrobe, she spied her reflection the full-length mirror on the wall. Marcy turned and looked at herself. Smiling, she continued to strip. The blouse she’d been wearing was already off. She reached down and undid the button of her pants, then lowered the zipper. Not taking her eyes off her reflection, she pushed the pants down over her hips and let gravity do the rest. Stepping out of them, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. She rolled her shoulders forward, allowing the garment to slide down her arms and join the crumpled pants on the floor. With two thumbs hooked in the waistband, her panties were next to go.

Totally naked now, Marcy admired herself in the mirror. The slender five-foot-six woman cupped her supple breasts and gently massaged them, pinching a pink nipple. She let one hand travel down across her flat belly, over her brown landing strip, and into the moistened folds of her labia. Her index finger soon found her sensitive clit, and she let herself toy with it for just a moment. Shivers of arousal raced through her body as the enticing images of that little girl still played in her mind.

Marcy groaned. “Damn I need to come!” she said to her reflection. She headed toward the waiting Jacuzzi with a sense of urgency. Shutting off the taps, she grabbed a bottle of fragrant oil and poured it into the steaming water. She climbed in and eased herself down into the water and turned on the jets.

Leaning back with her eyes closed, Marcy starting thinking of the little girl again. She pictured that bald pussy and her cute little round ass. Marcy’s hand was soon back between her legs rubbing her clit. Fingers moved slowly through the folds then into her vagina. In and out she pumped them, increasing the tempo as she continued to daydream. Her left hand pinched and pulled at each nipple in turn while she imagined the child being with her in the tub, their bodies close together as she explored the little one’s forbidden places with her fingers and tongue.

Marcy could feel the orgasm approaching. Her breathing became quicker and ragged as tremors stole through her like the rumble of an approaching train. She pumped her fingers faster and harder and her hips bucked against them. Bringing her left hand down, she began to vigorously rub her sensitive clit. Loud moans filled the bathroom as she neared the crescendo.

“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Marcy yelled, the orgasm crashing over her in a giant wave of pure elation. Water sloshed in the tub and splashed onto the floor as her body jerked and shook and her legs flailed around. Marcy took her hand away from her clit and grabbed the side of the tub, mainly to keep from drowning as she slid down into the water. Her breathing slowly returned to normal as the last of the aftershocks faded away.

“I so needed that,” she said to herself as she looked at the mess on the floor. Deciding to worry about it later, she glanced over at the clock by the sink and saw that she had time to relax a bit longer before meeting Jack.

Leaning back and closing her eyes, she felt her pussy respond favorably as she rested a hand on it. Maybe she even had time for another orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Openmindedwoman

By Sunnybunny

The pep talk had helped gird Heather’s loins well enough to chance a reappearance into the dining area. After all, her secret was still safe, even if it was just for the moment, so why should she have any fear of taking one stupid order for a cup of coffee to go for the man? She couldn’t deny a naughty thrill shivering up her spine.

In another life, she had attended a masquerade party. The invitations were very specific in their instructions: Wear your finest evening wear, do not reveal your real name, keep your mask on at all times. She recalled drifting through the crowds of elegantly dressed couples, wearing a long gown with her hair piled high into an elaborate crown. The mask she selected was emerald green with crimson sequins framing her dark eyes. Heather had invented a whole new persona that evening, wandering through threads of guests as a mysterious seductress, catching the eye of men and women alike who practically begged her for information about her real identity. It proved an intoxicating experience and she had always yearned for a second chance. Now…

Heather put on her best 100 watt smile and pushed through the swinging doors only to freeze in place yet again. Sheriff Rick Glazer was still seated in a corner booth, arms draped over the back like he owned the place and had every intention of getting cozy. His hat was off and plopped down on the table in front of him, showing off his full head of salt and pepper hair slightly matted against his head. He was smiling proudly across from him, revealing coffee-stained teeth.

Angie was seated across from him and leaning forward with both elbows resting against the tabletop. Today she was wearing a pair of faded cut-offs, home-made with white strands of cloth tickling her knees. The thighs were covered in colorful sharpie doodles of hearts and stars. Her shirt was purple with a cluster of My Little Ponies galloping across the front. Her long hair was done up at the back of her head, held in place with a hair clip.

The sight of the two casually sharing a private conversation just feet away nearly made the woman empty her bowels. Her stomach certainly seemed pretty keen on the idea anyway. The two looked up at the same moment.

“Howdy,” Rick called, waving her over. It was a friendly enough gesture but with the one motion, Heather had to seriously fight the urge to run out the back of the restaurant. “I apologize about earlier, really I do! Just couldn’t help but having some fun. As you can imagine, there aren’t exactly a lot of hardened criminals for me to apprehend around here!” He laughed at his own joke. “I hope you won’t hold it against me?”

“Of course not,” Heather replied weakly and shuffled over. “Can I get you a refill on your coffee?”

Angie was trying to meet her gaze, but Heather was quick to avoid making eye contact.

Rick swirled the coffee still in the bottom of his mug around, giving the idea a studying silence. “Suppose so. Do you know the saddest sight in the whole wide world?”

“Afraid I don’t,” she confessed, looking down to avoid Angie’s eyes.

“The bottom of your coffee cup!” He howled at that one and passed the cup along into Heather’s hand.

“I’ll be right back.”

Heather poured a fresh cup and returned it quickly. It was a fight just to keep them from noticing how badly she was trembling.

“Angie, this here is Heather Freemantle,” he introduced her with a tip of the mug.

“Oh,” Angie replied, beaming. “We’ve met already. Huh, Heather?” There was no malice in her voice, no darker implication that the two were sharing some sort of secret. Just a bright reply that wouldn’t have been out of place coming from any other child her age. She would have appeared happy to have done something ahead of a grown-up and that’s exactly how Rick Glazer took it.

“Well, then, it should have been YOU introducing ME!” He laughed again and tipped the cup into his mouth and gulped loudly.

Angie went on, “She bought me ice cream from the general store. Right, Heather?”

Heather was yet to acknowledge either of her statements. It was all she could do to keep from shattering to pieces in front of them. The tension was growing unbearable. Why me? She wondered. What did I do to deserve all of this torture?

“Well, isn’t that just the nicest thing!” Rick cried. There was nothing quiet about the guy. His statement was genuine enough, however. and Heather really did wonder if the most serious crime you could commit in Oasis was your cattle getting out and blocking an intersection. “I sure hope you’re sticking around for a spell now?”

“I really don’t know,” Heather replied honestly. “Just sort of… seeing how things work out.”

“Take things one day at a time,” Rick advised. “Most common story around here when it comes to how they came to putting down stakes begins with ‘I was just passing thru’! Take me and my kin for example –”

But Mama Maven was there to cut him off. “If she did, then she wouldn’t get any more work done. With the way you carry on, she’ll be here for a dog’s age.” She winked up at Heather, who mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ in reply.

Rick checked his wristwatch and nodded, rising from the booth with his mug and hat in hand. “When you’re right, you’re right, Mama. Top me off before I go?”

Maven fetched the pot and a to-go Styrofoam cup, filled it to the brim, and sealed it up with a plastic lid. “Now git!”

Rick tipped his hat. “Yes ma’am! Don’t think you’re off the hook tho, missy!” He warned. “You’re going to hear every one of my stories eventually.”

“Are you going to let him talk to her like that?” Angie asked Maven and the room erupted in laughter (save for Heather, of course).

They watched through the square-shaped windows lining the front of the store as he left, Heather only daring to breathe again once his squad car was out of sight.

“You still look ill.” It took Heather a minute to realize Maven was speaking to her. “Yes, you! Why not take off today? No, don’t you dare argue with your elder AND your employer. I can’t have you fainting in the middle of my floor. We aren’t insured for that!” It got Heather to crack a tiny smile and agree.

Heather stuffed her apron, notepad, and pencil beneath the register and started for the door to find Angie blocking her way. Heather stared at her cautiously, as if she were a poisonous snake instead of a little girl. They looked each other up and down, from the feet to the tops of their heads. Heather noted that Angie’s shoes were different colors, pink and red.

“Are you ignoring me?” she asked. Her nose scrunched up a little when Angie asked this, making something in Heather’s chest seize up tight.

“No, of course not,” Heather lied.

“You are,” Angie accused. “You’re a bad liar.”

“I am not lying,” said Heather, lying badly.

A clatter of pans banging into the deep kitchen sinks startled them both.

That’s it…

Heather lashed out and snatched Angie by the wrist and lead her outside. The heat was stifling, even at such an early hour, but she barely felt it. Heather was jumping at shadows now! It was time to resolve this, she told herself.

“I’m tired of this,” she hissed once they were outside and she was sure nobody was around to hear them. The parking lot was deserted now. Indeed, the entire town had fallen into its regular doze of inaction.

Angie met her eyes angrily. “So am I!”

She stooped down to the child’s level, meeting her eyes at long, long, long last. “Look, I am sorry. I am sorry for everything that has happened to you. I’m sorry for what I did to you, if I could take it all back I would but…” She stopped, wondering where this was all headed. “But I want you to promise me that what happened will stay between us.”

Angie was looking at Heather strangely. Surprise, yes, that was certainly present but there was also a healthy dose of…sadness in her young eyes. “I already told you what I want…” She did not sound her usual self now. There was real doubt there now and Heather thought she was finally getting through to the girl.

“That can’t happen, Angie,” Heather said patiently.

“Why can’t it?” she protested. “Just once, just for this once, I want to get what I want.”

“It just can’t. Okay? Can you please try and understand that?”

Angie shook her head stubbornly. “I know that you want it too! You want me just like everyone else does, but the one time I want to GIVE myself to someone –”

“Okay, I DO want you!” Heather shouted, unable to contain her temper any longer. “Is that what you want to hear? Will that be enough?” She lowered her voice, hating how easily she forgot herself, hating how much this child was affecting her. “I’m a horrid person and I would deserve to be carted off for what I did. Are you satisfied now?”

Angie was getting agitated too, throwing her hands up in the air and stamping her foot. “Why would you think I would want that?”

“It’s what I deserve!” Heather confessed. “I hate so much what I did to you, Angie. You’re such a sweet girl and –”

“Stop that,” Angie said sternly and all at once it felt like their roles were reversed. “Stop saying you’re sorry. Shoot, I’m not! I’m glad it happened.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Heather took a short walk away, both hands over her mouth while she fought the urge to scream again.

Angie was hot on her heels though, refusing to give up. “I want it to happen again!”

“You don’t mean that,” Heather turned away but Angie jumped in front of her with both arms stretched out wide to block her path. “Angie, you’re too young to –”

“To what?” she challenged. “To know how to suck dick? Well, I know how to do that already. To know how to get myself off? I know how to do that, too. What about having something put up my ass? Do you get me now?”

Heather stared down at her, dumbfounded and utterly speechless, each confession coming out as a hard blow to her middle. It was horrible, the things she was revealing to Heather. The kind of abused life she had been subjected to. Worse, it was getting her hot. Perhaps it was the taboo of such acts or maybe it was hearing someone so young talk so dirty, but whatever it was, her crotch was burning with need by the time Angie was done.  Something must have shown on Heather’s face because Angie smiled slowly.

“You like that, huh?” she taunted. “Want me to tell you more?”

Heather shook her head, no, fearing her own voice. She could not stop from marveling at how tightly Angie’s cut offs clung to her lower body and outlined her legs and hips deliciously. She wondered what her butt would look like…

“I could tell you what I do to myself late at night,” she cooed naughtily. “When all the lights in the house are out and it’s just me beneath my sheets. Would you like that?”

Heather tried to swallow but couldn’t. The only thing that seemed to work was her head as it nodded, yes, making Angie grin. What she said next surprised them both. “Will you give me a lift home?”

Heather gaped in confusion. “I… what? You would want to get in my car again, after what happened?”

Angie laughed at that. It was a merry sound that tickled Heather all over. “I would appreciate it. I didn’t ride my bike today, and I don’t really want to hang around my dad’s garage all day…”

Heather knew where all of this would lead, could see it as clearly as the miles of highway she had traveled so far to get here. If they got in that car together, there would be no turning back. A veritable point of no return for both of them.

“Okay,” Heather nodded.

Heather had left her car keys inside of her motel room and went inside to retrieve them. She left Angie standing out beside the car however, under strict instruction. Heather doubted herself enough despite agreeing to the lift home but the idea of the two of them alone together in a private space, behind a door with a lock on it AND a wide bed present was too much to risk. She was still light-headed from her scare earlier. That combined with the hints Angie had given about what her home life had been like…

Heather took her time collecting the keys, pausing in the bathroom to run some cold water into the sink basin and splash a few handfuls into her flushed face. It felt good, making her shiver a little as her nerves unwound from the adrenaline high. She sighed and took stock of her reflection. The woman staring back at her looked terrified to the point of exhaustion. The fitful sleep she managed to snatch left heavy bags under her eyes. Mama Maven had been right about her complexion earlier, as she looked white as a sheet. Even in the forgiving dim light of the tiny bathroom, she looked ill. The day had certainly taken its toll and it wasn’t even half over.

Was she really going through with this? The key ring bulging out of her jean pocket certainly seemed to suggest so. It pressed urgently into her thigh, almost willing her to hurry. Heather briefly considered a chemical solution to her anxiety and swung the door of the medicine cabinet open. Inside was a bottle of prescribed Valium and her fingers teased at the orange body before deciding against it. If she was going to be on the road, even a deserted one, Heather would need her wits about her. Besides that, if anything were to happen she did not want to give herself an excuse to blame the weakness on drugs. The door to the cabinet shut with a decidedly sharp click.

Instead of the tablets, she swallowed a few handfuls of faucet water and toweled off. Patting the pocket with the keys inside, she switched off all the lights and headed for the door just as Angie was coming inside.

“I told you to wait outside,” she said and made a shooing motion with both hands.

“Well, I got bored,” Angie protested, ignoring the gesture. “And it’s really hot out there. What are you doing in here, anyway?”

“Nothing,” Heather parried quickly.

“It took that long to do nothing?”

“Do you want a ride home or not?”

Angie looked like she wanted to say more but thought better of it in another display of wisdom beyond her young years. Heather followed her out into the parking lot, making a point to avert her gaze to the top of the girl’s head to keep herself from checking out her butt.

How pathetic can you get? She asked herself, unlocking Angie’s door first before making her way to the driver’s side and climbing in. Having to go out of your way to keep yourself from perving on her out in the open like that?

The air inside was stifling, Angie already fanning herself with both hands. As soon as the engine ignited, both windows came down and the top peeled away from a clear blue sky.

“Have I mentioned how much I love your car?” Angie asked. “Because I LOVE your car!”

“Fasten your seat belt,” Heather ordered before a smile could creep onto her face.

“Yes, ma’am,” Angie intoned, deepening her voice like a military recruit. “Is that what you like? To be in charge? To boss people around?”

The shift in conversation was so severe that it took Heather a moment to catch up. “I — what?”

Angie stretched the seat belt over her waist and snapped it into position. “I read about it before and there are movies too! It’s like… you get to be in charge and get to like tie the other person up.”

Heather balked. Was she ever going to get used to hearing these things come flooding out of her mouth?

“There’s a word for it, but I can’t remember what it is,” Angie confessed, looking over at Heather for help. “But you know what I mean?”

Heather blinked. “Oh, yes. I mean, I know what you mean — what you’re talking about but — no. it’s not really… me.” Was she seriously having this conversation right now? Confessing her turn-ons to someone so young? She decided to ignore the next few questions and focus on getting them out of the parking lot alive and not crash into the huge sign on the way out.

“Well, what DO you like, Heather?”

“You like it when I talk about dirty stuff, huh?”

“Hey, are you ignoring me again?”

Heather answered all these questions with one of her own. “Where do you live?” She could hear Angie breath a frustrated sigh before pointing.

“Head to the east end of town. It’s another paved road headin’ out of town. Our trailer is parked along the highway there, the only thing out that way for miles. We don’t have no neighbors.”

Heather nodded her head and cut the wheel into a quick turn. Once the Mustang straightened out again, she leveled her foot against the accelerator and sent the car roaring up the road, making Angie laugh with delight. She threw her slender arms up into the air and whooped loudly as if she were barreling down the first drop on a roller coaster. It was another long fight to keep from reveling in her antics.

“Is it just you and your father?” Heather tried to steer the conversation back to something resembling normal.

“Yeah, since Mom left. He’s had maybe a couple of people over and I always know when they have sex because his room is right next to mine but mostly the only visitor he gets is Sheriff Rick.”

So much for trying to keep the conversation casual…

Angie continued, “They spend all day drinking down at the station and then go back to our house to do it all over again.”

Heather couldn’t stop herself from saying, “After a hard day of drinking, they unwind with an easy night of drinking.”

Angie grinned brightly, relieved that Heather was showing some signs of loosening up. “And then go off to sleep because tomorrow morning, they have to get up early and start drinking!”

Heather wondered if joking around with her was a step in the wrong direction. “That must get pretty annoying.”

Angie shrugged and averted her gaze out the window again, resting her chin on the cup of her hand. “Yeah. Sheriff Rick taught me how to play darts, though. And I’m pretty good at ping pong now.”

Heather glanced over in alarm. “They don’t let you drink with them, do they?”

That got her laughing again. She shook her head. “God, no! You met the Sheriff! Do you really think he would let me within three feet of their beer?”

She had a point there, Rick did seem like the type to walk the straight and narrow. Heather wondered how far he got in the Boy Scouts. Her money was on ‘Eagle’. Probably even a short stint in the military when he was younger. National Guard, maybe. He seemed like the Weekend Warrior-type.

Walter the 50-Year-Old Virgin, wily old Mama Maven, Dudley Do-Right Sheriff Rick, and angelic little Angie Lawrence. Heather found herself rounding out quite the cast of quirky sitcom characters, just primed for a series. She was quick to remind herself that the character seriously leering at preteen girls isn’t a trope and would better fit as the villainess of some Lifetime original movie.

“You have a point,” replied Heather.

After a moment of relative silence, Angie perked up. “What do you want to see?”

Heather was so lost in thought it took her another moment to be torn from her brooding. Once back to reality, it took her another beat to recognize what was being asked.

“Do you want me to take my shirt off for you?” Angie tucked her elbow into the bottom of her t-shirt, preparing to pull it off over her head.

Heather gasped. The car slid sideways into the other lane, she was so distracted. If the road had not been deserted, if they had been driving anywhere else in the entire world… “Angie, stop!” Her voice came out in a high shriek of panic.

Angie frowned, dropping her hands to her lap. “Isn’t this why you’re driving me home?”

It was a question Heather had been wrestling with since they left. Her intentions were a mess of conflicting desires. What was right? What was wrong? What was easy? Heather once thought she knew the answer to all of these questions, but in just a couple of days, one little girl had managed to throw all those delicate cards up and scatter them into the air.

“I don’t… know. Angie, there is something you have to understand. What I did? I have never done that before. Ever. To anyone. So all of this is just coming at me so fast, and I’m still just trying to… to DEAL with it all.”

Angie stared back at her, blankly before asking, “Does that mean you’ve never had sex before?”

“I — what? Of course, I’ve had sex before!” Why did she sound so offended by the question? “That isn’t what I meant, Angie.”

“Then what do you mean?” Her question was genuine. It contained no exasperation or frustration, just mere curiosity and a childlike desire to know more. That said, her questions were starting to work on Heather’s nerves.

“It means…!” She paused, stuck and completely unsure of what any of it meant. She covered her brow with one hand, keeping the other one steady on the wheel while she tried to sort her thoughts out.

Reclining in her seat, Angie gave her a studying silence while they drove and lifted her legs. As if it were their first trip together all over again, she crossed her legs and planted her heels on the dash. In the distance, a green and silver rectangle loomed, hazy in the heat drifting up from the blacktop. Heather had anticipated a silver camper type of dwelling, the kind that can be hooked up to a pickup and hauled around from place to place, but this structure was a more permanent fixture. It was much longer, the tires off, and covered by aluminum siding to mask its mobile-origins. The front lawn was littered with relics of her father’s job. A beat-up four-door was lifted off the desert floor by a cluster of cinder blocks. The hood of the car was yawning open like a toothless mouth, the insides gutted completely.

Heather saw the vague outline of a driveway and nosed the mustang down it, pulling up close to Angie’s front door. Her father at work meant the place was deserted. All the curtains were drawn closed in the windows. The paint on the short rise of steps leading up to the front door was faded and peeling away. A path had been cleared away with the wide shovel in the early morning, no doubt by Angie’s father before driving them both into town. Already his work was being masked in fresh drifts of sand.

Overall the property felt cold, abandoned. Lonely. That word kept returning to Heather as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. “If you didn’t tell me, I would never guess anyone lived here.”

Angie looked around the place as if seeing it for the first time herself. “I guess it really ain’t much. But it’s home…”

Heather looked toward Angie at the uncharacteristically melancholy statement but found Angie looking right back at her. “Do you want me to sit real still again, so you can touch me? Just like the last time?”

The scenario was nearly identical. Only their clothes and time of day were altered.

Heather cut the engine, listening to the steady tick as it cooled. There was nobody home, nobody for miles. The chances of someone even driving casually by and spotting them was almost nonexistent. So why did she feel so exposed all of a sudden? She realized all at once that it had nothing to do with the idea of getting caught or seen by one of the townsfolk. It was the feeling that something so forbidden, something that she so desired could be collected this easily. Angie was watching from within arm’s reach, her willingness to strip down to nothing for Heather already quite clear.

“I don’t mind,” Angie went on when Heather did not answer her. “I liked it. Really, I did. I wish I could touch you too, Heather, but if you don’t want that, I won’t and just let you do it, like last time.”

She kept intoning that, ‘like last time’, dredging up that strange evening all over again. Heather had not forgotten what Angie’s body had felt like. Her hands itched to familiarize themselves with her again…

“We can just do slow stuff at first? Like, you could touch me some and maybe later we can try kissing or I could tell you some stories about what I’ve done or maybe let you look at me without –”

She was talking so fast that Heather held up a hand to stop her. it was all too much, coming in too fast again, flooding her imagination with the possibilities. She could see them, as if recalling a dream. Getting together like this every so often so Heather could shamelessly grope her body until she was comfortable enough to try more. Gods, with just a word Angie would gladly strip for her.

In a rush, Heather leaned across the seats and placed a hand against Angie’s cheek. She coaxed her forward, meeting her in the middle in a desperate kiss. Angie’s lips were soft, much softer than she imagined them to be. In all her wildest fantasies, whenever she tried to picture what it would be like to kiss the girl, nothing compared to the real thing.

It took some adjusting however. Angie’s mouth was much smaller than her own. This, mingled with Heather’s burst of passion, meant neither had time to consider their inherent differences. Angie’s inexperience in kissing showed right away, adding to how awkward their first shared embrace had been destined to be. Only when Angie tried to unceremoniously slip her tongue into Heather’s mouth did they break away from each other in a mad fit of laughter. They laughed until tears were rolling down their cheeks and then they laughed some more.

“Warn a girl next time!” Angie howled, clutching her sides.

“Me?” Heather shot back through her laughter. “You slipped me the tongue on a first date!”

That made them laugh all the harder.

Angie’s feet slipped off the dash and planted down hard on the floor. She leaned over her knees and waited for the last of her chuckles to go away. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I can’t stop laughing!”

Heather rubbed her cheeks, aching from smiling so long. “Me either. Angie, you’re too much!”

Angie turned her head, resting her cheek against the tops of her knees, considering Heather, “Not too much for you though. I really liked kissing you…”

Heather inhaled deeply through her nose, exhaled easily, and the knot in her chest seemed to loosen. “I liked it too…”

They let their statements of mutual desire hang in the air. The gap was still between them, but now the distance did not seem so great. All they would need to do was reach across to one another…. Angie was already leaning far out with her hand extended. It was just up to Heather now.

Wordlessly, Angie straightened up in her seat, unfastened her seat belt and closed the distance between them. Heather anticipated her leaning across and sharing another kiss, could even see it. This one would be gentler, less hurried, taking their time to explore one another’s mouths — but she was climbing over the seat divider and crawled straight into Heather’s lap. She straddled Heather, sitting on the older woman’s thighs and locked her hands behind her neck.

Heather cradled her close, embracing Angie without any of her earlier hesitation. She was so light in Heather’s lap… and warm. Her hands traced up those slender sides and into her shirt. Angie made no protest and ran her fingers through Heather’s thick hair, drawing it back and away from her face. They stared from inches apart, so close their noses were nearly touching. Time slowed around them. Angie let her eyes drift closed and tilted her head ever so slightly. Heather mirrored her.

Guided by their shared desire, they closed those remaining inches and their lips met again. A thrill of excitement shivered up Heather’s spine, making her straighten up in the seat. Angie’s rear pressed hard against the wheel. From this position, they were almost the same height. Her hands glided higher over Angie’s bare flesh, taking in the gentle rise of her butt and the slope into the middle of her back.

Heather hummed into the kiss, unable to stop herself. Angie’s lips, so impossibly soft. Kissing them was an intoxicating experience. The girl tasted of fresh strawberries, plucked from the most forbidden of gardens. There was a carefree energy of youth beneath those sweet lips, something Heather had never experienced before.

Heather’s hands plunged into the back of Angie’s shorts, into her underwear to cup her bare buttocks. Angie gasped against Heather’s mouth, shivering all over as if she had been tickled rather than caressed. Her eyes never opened though. If anything they squeezed shut even tighter until little lines appeared at their corners. She was trying to memorize the moment, Heather realized. To savor every little detail of the experience in case it never happened again.

Heather raised her head, chasing that sweet mouth and hungry for another kiss.

Heather’s hands were eager to explore further and she willed them to slow to little avail. They seemed to possess a will all their own, the palms housing little mouths that hungered for more bare flesh. Angie’s buttocks were heavenly, warm and firm from years of long walks and biking about town. In fact, her entire body was toned better than most athletes twice her age. Heather gave it another squeeze that sent the girl jumping in her lap, shivering and settling back down as though she had depressed a most intimate of buttons. Heather dreamily wondered if Angie’s ass was her weak spot, and her hands were just as excited to find out.

The entire experience was ethereal, possessing a surreal dream-like quality, as if Heather were watching them from a distance through a hazy filter. If this be a dream, she thought, please never let me awaken.

Heather broke the kiss and attacked the crook of the girl’s neck, nibbling and licking at the large vein there before settling over her bony collarbone. Angie was mewling quietly in her arms, rolling her head back and allowing Heather easier access to the tender flesh. She smoothed Angie’s t-shirt up the flat surface of her belly, revealing a glow of more bare skin. She was warm all over, almost hot and tanned a golden brown, the color of freshly baked bread.

Angie raised her arms and pulled the shirt over her head without being asked. It fell into the floorboard, forgotten at once. Heather leaned back in her seat to marvel at the girl’s bare body, awed by its perfection. Etched in her sun-soaked flesh were the faint outlines of a bathing suit top, but there was little for it to have covered. Her breasts were non-existent and her chest remained perfectly flat, featureless save for the dark points of her nipples. There was a faint cleft in the middle of her chest where a tiny seed lay that longed for a day to bud the fruit of real breasts, but for now it was a being sowed in an even field.

Her shoulders were dusted with the same speckle of freckles her nose and cheeks bore.

Heather started from the tops of Angie’s cutoffs and fanned her hands out over the girl’s tummy. Angie’s flushed cheeks tugged up into a wicked smile, and she leaned away and balanced against the tops of Heather’s knees. Heather caressed her palms up Angie’s middle, relishing every inch of the girl’s tender body. She lavished her nipples with affection, rolling the stiff points between each of her fingers and, as if each of her digits contained an electrical spark, Angie squirmed and jolted, cooing softly.

Heather was trembling all over, her arousal reaching a fever pitch until her nerves were a jumbled mess of electricity. She was a battery, feeding off of Angie’s body until a tremendous energy was built up between them, threatening to erupt in a glorious explosion of shared lust. She could feel her thin panties clinging to her like a second skin, completely soaked through. Her own nipples had sharpened into fine points, so sensitive now that the need to be touched radiated out through her chest, tightening around her heart until she felt like it would suffocate her.

She drew the child forward and shakily took one of those nipples between her lips. Angie gasped and bowed forward, cradling the older woman’s head as she suckled like a nursing babe. They felt smaller on her tongue, not what she anticipated at all. She teased the sensitive ends with just the faintest pressure of teeth, backed off and licked their heated tips like an apology. Angie was melting in her arms, becoming so jittery that Heather had to wrestle her with both arms to keep her still.

“Oh, Heather… Heather, Heather! OH, GOD, yes!”

Angie’s pleading was driving her mad, spurring her to switch to her neglected nipple and start the process all over again, finding this one ready and harder than the last.

“Heather… Heather… HEATHER wait! STOP!”

The sudden panic in the girl’s voice was enough. Heather looked up into the girl’s face, but Angie was staring up the road, toward town. It was still more than a mile off, but the unmistakable dust cloud of a vehicle could clearly be seen against the black backdrop of highway road. Someone was coming and with no other roads branching off of the main, it would take them right past Angie’s trailer. And there was no way of knowing who was inside.

Angie wiggled out of Heather’s lap and fell back into her seat, the two of them glancing around quickly for her discarded t-shirt. The floor boards were bare and their bodies were still getting used to being untangled from one another. It was dumb luck that they were sitting because Heather doubted she could rely on her legs to hold her up, much less be tasked with walking.

The V-shaped cloud of desert sand drew closer at a leisurely pace so if the driver suspected something was amiss just down the road, they weren’t showing it. Angie had crawled unsteadily into the back seat, rooting all over the bench for the article of clothing but came up empty. Neither could focus on the shirt, as the vehicle seemed to be bearing down on them impossibly fast in their state of panic.

Angie was chanting, “Dammit, shit, fuck, fucking, FUCK!” At last she gave up the search and hopped over the back and ran, scrambled up to her front door, and disappeared inside. Heather was left alone trying to act natural, not knowing HOW to act natural, and completely failing. Apprehension had a vice lock over her heart that only tightened as the stranger drew nearer.  Practicality dictated that she and Angie were too far away to be seen clearly. From such a distance, the driver would only have been able to see a car, innocently parked in the drive, and perhaps the two occupying heads but no more. This was, however, a very quiet voice inside the rave her mind had become, each scenario Heather could dream up worse than the last:

…Sheriff Rick, having tailed them, watched from a distance with binoculars on some police instinct hunch that the new gal in town wasn’t all that she seemed.

…Angie’s father returning home early or perhaps having spied the two of them leaving together and determined to see what sort of horrid person would lure his daughter into their car?

But it was a rust-eaten pickup truck that rumbled along the road. It did not even pause as it went past. Heather vaguely recognized it from the diner parking lot earlier in the morning and assumed it belonged to one of the ranch hands, perhaps going into town for a resupply before heading back in to work for the rest of the day. The windows were so caked with layers of dirt that visibility was nigh an impossibility if not for the two fan-shapes carved out of the front windows by the wiper blades. She watched it go for a long moment, trying to get her breathing under control, and refused to look away until the tailgate vanished from sight.

“They gone?”

Heather glanced up to find Angie’s head poking out from a crack in her front door. She looked up and down the road anxiously.

“They’re gone,” Heather reassured without feeling the slightest bit calmer. “That was close…” It hadn’t been, not really and they both knew it, but the notion was of little consolation.

Angie was nodding her head and still tossing her head back and forth, scanning the road and making no move to come out.

Heather slumped her shoulders and raised her chin, breathing out a sigh of relief into the cloudless sky. When she looked at Angie again, she found the door standing open and the girl venturing down the steps to the desert floor. She had donned another shirt, this one a sun-burned orange sleeveless that hit her at mid-thigh. Heather couldn’t help but dredge up the image of what she looked like underneath but there was nothing erotic about it now. Her nerves were shot and she was trembling all over for entirely different reasons.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I should have invited you inside first,” Angie explained, sounding as if she were scolding herself for careless behavior. She looked up hopefully, meeting Heather’s gaze from beneath her bangs. “Do you still want to…?” Something must have shone on Heather’s face because Angie quieted, let the sentence die on her lips.

Heather swallowed dryly before speaking. “I think this was a mistake, maybe. Angie, if anyone ever found out about…” She could not bear to put what they had done into words, suddenly overcome with a terrible sense of shame and disgust with herself. what had she been thinking? How foolish — how utterly stupid!

“I thought you might say something like that,” Angie nodded. Her cheeks were still stained scarlet from arousal and Heather imagined her own were too. Angie crept forward and held out her hand to Heather. “That’s why I wanted to give you these, to change your mind.”

Heather gaped at what she was offering. In her outstretched palm was a pair of girl’s panties, crumbled up into a tight ball that was slowly unfurling before her eyes after being held in Angie’s tight fist.

They were white cotton briefs with the yellow W of Wonder Woman stenciled over the butt. Angie turned her hand over and dumped the panties into Heather’s open palm. Heather did not even recall extending her arm out to accept them. They were damp and she willed herself to believe it was from sweat from Angie’s hand, though she knew it wasn’t.

When it became clear that Heather wasn’t going to speak, Angie said, “Just… keep them and think about it, okay?”

Her intentions were clear. Why else give someone a pair of dirty underwear unless for one specific purpose. They both understood what this meant and deep down, Heather knew she should give them back. She should drop them into the sand and apologize again for her behavior, then drive away. She was once again given an opportunity to end this once and for all, stop it before it gets any further and risk crossing some invisible point of no return.

Heather carefully folded the wad of clothing and slid them into her back pocket. It took all of her will power to keep from smelling them but that would all come later. Once she arrived home, when she could strip down to nothing and press them into her nose and mouth, the vibrator buzzing desperately between her legs…

“I don’t have anything to give you,” Heather replied dumbly, wondering if she was bold enough to gift her own soiled underwear, but Angie waved her off, smiling warmly.

“You gave me so much,” she breathed. “So much more than I can even say, more than I’ll be able to thank you for!”

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Tommy X

The sudden yammering of Amanda’s alarm brought her back to reality — and for a moment, just a moment, she found herself wondering if what had happened yesterday was a dream.

The girl slid a hand into her panties and felt her newly smooth vulva. Definitely real.

She went to the bathroom to pee, take a quick shower, and brush her teeth. Walking back to her room, she passed Kelly on the way to her own morning routine.

“G’morning, sis,” Kelly said with a wink, her voice low and sultry.

Despite herself, Amanda blushed furiously. All she wanted to do was push Kelly up against the wall, drop the towel wrapped around her body and fuck her big sister silly. But she could also hear their mom downstairs, preparing breakfast. With a sigh, she trudged back to her room.

Moments later, Amanda was dressing for the day, slipping into pink bikini-style panties and a matching bra. She was now painfully aware of how mundane her selection of underthings was, and made a mental note to have Kelly take her shopping for something new… something wicked.

It delighted Amanda, the thought of using birthday money from dear old Gran to purchase sexy, barely-there lingerie. If you’re gonna play wild, she told herself, you gotta dress the part.

She pulled on a black knee-length pleated skirt and silky black blouse, then bounded downstairs, where she wolfed down her bacon, eggs and toast. As usual, Kelly skipped breakfast altogether.

When it was time to go, Kelly honked the car horn and Amanda, giving her mom a quick goodbye kiss, shot out to the car. If anything, she was more nervous and excited than on the previous day — her first at the local high school.

Unlike then, this time Kelly was smiling as Mandy got into the car. “Great outfit, sis,” she said as they pulled out of the driveway. “Always dress for success,” she continued, “Or more specifically, always dress to bring the attention to you. Dress like you’re on top of it all, in control. If you feel sexy, you feel confident.”

Amanda nodded, not sure what she was agreeing with, but knowing that she would do anything her big sister asked of her.

They parked in the student lot, then Kelly turned toward Amanda. “Okay, lunch is Ms. Garcia’s planning period. Just head over to her classroom then. I’ll meet you there.” Kelly reached out to touch her sister’s cheek. Taking a quick glance around to make sure they couldn’t be seen, she leaned over and kissed Amanda, who melted in her big sister’s embrace. It was over too soon. “Time for class, baby sister. C’mon, let’s go.”

Amanda watched Kelly from behind as they walked toward the school, hypnotized by the sight of her big sister’s gorgeous ass, stuffed into tight, low-rise jeans. She wasn’t sure what Kelly had in store for her that day, but thinking about it had her as nervous and excited as she’d ever been.

Mandy all but floated her way through classes that morning. Barely paying attention, wrapped up in her own fantasies, she dreamed of making love to her sister in infinite ways.

Soon enough, it was lunch. Amanda stashed her things away in her locker, then made her way upstairs to Ms. Garcia’s chemistry lab.

She hesitantly knocked on the door, “Come in,” came the answer.

She entered. Ms. Garcia was seated at her desk, which faced rows of double lab tables. These were big black waist-high benches that the students used for classwork and experiments.

As Mandy slowly advanced into the room, Ms. Garcia glanced up at her with a puzzled expression. “Yes? Can I help you?” she said.

Amanda appraised her with a newly awakened lesbian sensibility. The teacher had short black hair, cut a bit severely for Amanda’s taste. She wore glasses, a white blouse and a black skirt. Ms. Garcia was petite, 5 foot 2 inches or so. Her body wasn’t thin or fat, but matronly. Comforting, even. She was still attractive, but in her younger days she’d been a knockout — a true Hispanic beauty.

“Yes, Amanda, what is it?” Ms. Garcia asked, raising her eyebrows.

Amanda realized she had just been standing by the door for at least twenty seconds, staring silently at the teacher like an idiot. “I, uh, I mean, I was s-supposed to… um,” she stammered.

Just then Kelly burst through the door. “Hi, Ms. Garcia!”

The teacher perked up immediately. “Ah, Kelly, my favorite student! How wonderful to see you!” She stood up, walked over and embraced Amanda’s big sister.

Kelly hugged her back and, still holding Ms. Garcia around the waist, said, “I’m sure you know my sister Amanda. I was hoping we could talk about her grades this upcoming semester. Maybe even some extra credit…?” Kelly smiled devilishly, looking into the teacher’s eyes.

“Oh, I see,” Ms. Garcia said, looking down at Kelly, returning the teen’s knowing smile. “Well, I’m sure we can work out something to keep her on track.”

“Oh, thank you, Gail,” said Kelly invoking the teacher’s first name — which Amanda had not known until just then. “That would be great!”

With that, Kelly pushed up on her tiptoes and gave Ms. Garcia a kiss on the mouth. Amanda gasped, her heart racing as she watched her sister kiss the chemistry teacher. Her astonishment only grew when Ms. Garcia returned Kelly’s kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues met as their embrace grew passionate.

Amanda immediately felt herself getting aroused. Her nipples had hardened beneath her shirt and her clit was awake and quivering.

Breaking off their kiss, the two lovers turned toward Amanda. “Oh, sorry, Mandy,” said Kelly. “Got a little carried away, didn’t I?” The sparkle in Kelly’s eyes made it clear that she wasn’t sorry at all.

Amanda tried to speak, but her mouth just opened and nothing came out. Her brain had stopped working — a combination of overwhelming lust and nerves.

“Are you initiating your sister, then?” Ms. Garcia asked Kelly. “She’s a lucky girl. When it comes to sex, you’re an amazing teacher.”

“That I am,” grinned Kelly. “Would you like to see just how amazing?” she added, slinking over to Amanda.

“Oh, my, yes!” answered the teacher. She went around to her desk, pulled out her chair and rolled it in front of the classroom, then demurely sat.

Kelly leaned in to whisper in Amanda’s ear, “Don’t be scared, sweetie… just follow my lead. You’ll be great.”

Gently guiding her baby sister to one of the lab benches, Kelly kissed Amanda, taking the younger girl in a loving embrace. Amanda heard Ms. Garcia softly sigh.

Turning around to face their audience of one middle-aged teacher, Kelly tugged her shirt over her head, then took off her bra. Now her perky breasts were free, her nipples aroused. She slid her jeans down to her feet and stepped out of them. Kelly had gone without panties, so she was now totally nude.

From her chair, a smiling Ms. Garcia.spread her legs and hiked up her skirt. To her surprise, Amanda saw that the chemistry teacher wasn’t wearing panties either. Her pussy had a thick, dark, but neatly trimmed tuft of hair.

Kelly was touching herself, moaning soft and low. The teacher and student were separated by six feet of space, but connected by a bond of needful lust.

“God, Kelly,” whispered Ms. Garcia, “You’re beautiful. You make me so wet.”

Kelly smiled, “Thank you, Gail. I love being the teacher’s pet.” Kelly slid a finger into her own pussy. “Mmm, I’m wet too. Aren’t I, lover?” She offered her sticky finger to her younger sister. Amanda, overcome with desire, pulled the finger toward her and slid it into her mouth, tasting her sister’s cunt.

“Ohhh,” Ms Garcia moaned. She had unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her bra. Gail’s breasts were large and lovely, topped by big, dark areolas. She pinched her nipples, gazing intently at the two sisters as they kissed and fondled each other.

“Your turn, Amanda,” said Kelly and began to undress her sister.

Amanda’s skirt had just hit the floor when Ms Garcia frowned. “Tsk, tsk. Some teacher you are, Kelly. Are those panties she’s wearing? Hmmm?” She was clearly just having fun with the girls, but Amanda blushed anyway.

Playing along, Kelly exclaimed in mock horror, “Oh no, whatever shall we do? I’m a failure as a mentor!” She bent over, exposing her ass to Ms. Garcia as she slid her sister’s panties down to her ankles. “Step out, sis,” she murmured, and Amanda was quick to obey.

Kelly stood up, Amanda’s pink knickers hooked over her finger. “Hmm, I have an idea.” With that, the teen seated herself on the lab bench and spread her legs wide. Her smooth-shaved pussy was wet and inviting, and Amanda started touching herself while she stared at it.

Ms. Garcia was teasing her clitoris with a fingertip, breathing heavily as she watched Kelly’s lewd display.

Kelly also began to rub her clit, masturbating for the teacher. She held Amanda’s panties up to her nose and inhaled. The smell of her younger sister’s arousal seemed to turn Kelly on immensely. She fingered herself faster, letting her fingers run down her slit, spreading the wetness across her pink lips.

Amanda leaned against the table, playing with her pussy as she watched, aching to go down on her sister.

Suddenly, Kelly took the panties away from her face and raised her head up to look at Ms Garcia, who was alternating between swirling her clit with her fingers and plunging those same fingers into her dark-haired cunt. Seeing she had the teacher’s full attention, a smirking Kelly began to rub her pussy with Amanda’s panties.

Amanda gasped at the sight. It turned her on more than she could have imagined to see Kelly masturbating with her panties. Shivering with arousal, she thrust a finger deep into her vagina.

Kelly turned over and got up on hands and knees, her ass facing Ms Garcia, then glanced over her shoulder and giggled. To Amanda’s amazement, her big sister began to slowly push those pink bikini panties into her pussy, slowly stuffing them inside until not a hint of the fabric remained visible.

Her cunt now fully engorged, Kelly was breathing heavily, trembling, on the verge of orgasm. “Ohhhh, shit,” she moaned.

Amanda couldn’t take any more. Falling to her knees, she leaned in and licked her sister’s moist slit.

Kelly moaned, “Oh God, Mandy, yes… more!”

Amanda obliged, frantically lapping at her sister, prying her buttocks apart for complete access to Kelly’s pussy. Ms. Garcia was moaning lustfully behind them, but Amanda could barely hear a thing over the blood rushing to her head. She lashed out with her tongue, spreading a mixture of saliva and vaginal juices over every inch of Kelly’s exposed sex.

Kelly began to quiver, an orgasm rapidly building inside of her. “Oh, fuck, Amanda — lick my ass!”

Hastening to obey, Amanda circled her sister’s tight pink anus with her tongue while Kelly collapsed onto one elbow, using her free hand to rub furiously at her clit. Kelly’s sphincter muscles relaxed slightly and, taking the invitation, Amanda plunged her tongue into her sister’s rectum.

Kelly began to come, bucking against her hand and her sister, burying Amanda’s face in the crack of her ass. Her moans rose to a tiny shriek, then she went limp. Amanda kept licking her from behind.

Kelly took a moment to catch her breath, then swung around, hopped off the lab bench and dropped to her knees before a startled Amanda. “Your turn, little sister,” she grinned, and began eating Amanda out with passion and fervor.

Her heart pounding wildly, Amanda locked eyes with Ms.Garcia as Kelly pleasured her — sucking at her clit while probing her juicy cunt with two fingers.

Amanda was already so keyed up that she couldn’t last for long — within seconds an orgasm ripped through her that seemed like it might never end. Simultaneously, Ms Garcia shuddered and bucked where she sat as she finger fucked herself to a savage climax of her own..

Humming happily to herself, Kelly lapped up every ounce of her sister’s juices as Amanda slowly came back to reality, lying dazed on the lab bench.

Licking her lips, Kelly turned toward Ms Garcia. The older teen was seated on the floor of the classroom, legs spread wide. Her eyes locked with the teacher’s, she hooked a finger into her cunt and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled out Amanda’s soaking wet panties an inch at a time until they dangled from her hand. She brought them to her nose, breathing in the rich aroma of pussy.

Rising to her feet, she lazily strutted over to Ms Garcia, who was flushed and breathing heavily, recovering from her own earth-shattering orgasm.

Amanda watched the scene from the lab bench, propping herself up on the table for support as her knees gradually regained their strength.

Clenching the sodden panties in her teeth, Kelly leaned in and kissed the teacher through them, then pulled away. Ms. Garcia just sat there, legs spread, tits out, now holding Amanda’s panties in her own mouth.

“Now, that should be worth an “A”, don’t you think?” Kelly said to Ms. Garcia.

Ms. Garcia nodded weakly, still overwhelmed by her incredible orgasm.

Kelly stretched her limbs as she turned back to her sister, then clapped her hands once. The sharp crack was loud in the quiet classroom. “Up and at ‘em, sis! Let’s get dressed, it’s almost time for class!” Bending down to kiss Amanda, she slid her hand down to her sister’s still quivering clit, giving it the tiniest of rubs.

Amanda shivered, already wanting more. How could that be? But Kelly was right; the bell would be ringing soon.

Without a word the girls got dressed, cleaned themselves up as best they could at the lab sink, and headed off to class.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Unfastened Belts

I’m not completely sure why I’m writing this down, but I think the main reason is that it’s turning me on. Let’s be honest, though — the reason you’re reading this in the first place is that it’s turning you on as well, so we’re kind of in the same boat here.

My name is Lisa. I was born in Germany in 1991. This story is about how I discovered my sexuality, and how I started to fall in love with my sister Bo when I was about fourteen and she eleven. About half of the story is true, the other half is wishful thinking, so you could think of these as my embellished memoirs.

My mom was an office clerk. My dad worked for a company that stocked building centres. He travelled in his car a lot, and usually wasn’t home for most of the week. My parents had been brought up as Jehovah’s Witnesses, and that’s how they raised Bo and me. They divorced a few years after the events of this story took place.

My parents stopped being actively religious when I was eleven or twelve. After getting married, they’d gone from door to door instead of pursuing careers, trying to save people because the end of the world was supposedly imminent. When Armageddon didn’t come, they became disillusioned, stopped proselytizing and didn’t take us to the weekly congregations anymore. We still sort of believed in the doctrines, though, so Bo and I grew up thinking that premarital sex wasn’t okay, drugs were evil, et cetera.

I was around thirteen when I first became aware that I even had something like sexuality. I was reading Stephen King’s It, which I had sneakily borrowed from the library. My mom had told me not to read it because she was afraid that demons might live inside, but after skimming the first few pages at the library, my curiosity got the better of me.

Reading the book was exciting enough because it was full of horror and evil beings, both otherworldly and human, and it really gets what it’s like to be eleven years old. But near the climax of the book, it goes into crazy taboo territory – child sexuality. Seven friends, six guys and a girl, have defeated the evil demon, or at least they think they have. They try to escape from Its lair and find their way back again, but they get lost. Beverly says she knows what to do. They’re in the dark, but the guys can hear her strip naked, and she proceeds to have sex with all six of them. It’s written very beautifully, from Beverly’s perspective, full of emotion and tenderness. How it managed to be published though, I have no idea.

Reading that scene gave me feelings I’d never had before. I was in shock from having found a book with a sex scene, which would have been bad enough to read for a pious girl. But not only that, it was about sex between children, which would have been unacceptable to think about even for someone who wasn’t religious. Beverly was two years younger than me, too. It sounded so beautiful though; beautiful, exciting, amazing. How could it be a bad thing?

After I hid the book in my desk drawer and turned out the lights, I lay in bed thinking about what I’d read, seeing the scene clearly in my mind. Without even thinking about it, I slipped out of my pyjama pants. The softness of the blanket on my naked legs felt amazing. I shivered even though I was warm.

With my eyes closed, I slid the palm of my hand between my legs, resting softly on my panties, right over my pussy. I could feel my heart pulsing in my chest. There was an unfamiliar warmth inside me, radiating out from my pelvis. I hooked one thumb underneath the waistband of my panties, nestling it between the cotton and my skin. I enjoyed that feeling for a while. Then I slid in my other thumb, lifted my back, and pulled my panties down between my knees where I left them. Slowly, I moved my fingers back up my thigh.

It was late at night, and Bo was already asleep in her room next door. I wasn’t thinking at all about what I was doing. I just lay on my bed, stroking myself for what felt like an hour, although it couldn’t have been that long. I kept going and going, gently and slowly, building up to some kind of release. When I finally went over the edge and came, I squinted my eyes and squeezed my legs together, trapping my fingers over my mound. The feeling was so intense that it was painful, but I hadn’t known that pain could feel this beautiful. It only lasted three or four seconds.

Afterwards, I realized that I’d been holding my breath and exhaled forcefully, relaxing all of the muscles in my body. I opened my eyes in the dark, panting a little, and stared in the general direction of the ceiling — although I couldn’t be sure, since “up” and “down” were categories that didn’t exist for me right then.

Once back in my body, I started reflecting. I realised that what I had just done was called masturbating, and that we’d talked about it in school. Back then, I’d been disgusted at the idea of people doing it. Now I felt bad and awkward. I had given myself an orgasm!

Our biology teacher had once said in passing that masturbating was okay and that orgasms could feel beautiful. To my memory, the subject had never been explicitly discussed in congregation, but we were told on other occasions not to trust everything we were taught in biology — like the theory of evolution — so I was still scared that masturbating might be a bad thing anyway. At the same time, the sensation had been amazing. I had the uneasy feeling that I was going to do it again. I knew that if I did, it would be something that was only for me, and only for when I was alone.

I didn’t fall asleep for a while. My mind was racing and my body glowing. I melted into the universe slowly.

*****

A few days later, I started browsing the internet for information whenever no one was looking. My mom had a computer in the lobby that Bo and I used all the time. I hadn’t masturbated since that first night, but I kept thinking about it. It made me feel shameful, but at the same time, I’d become incredibly curious and wanted to know more. I read websites about female masturbation, with stories and tips from older girls. I also found out about the function of my clit, an organ which, oddly enough, had never been discussed in school.

My mom had talked about puberty and sex with me in a straightforward way when I was around ten, so when I started my period at age twelve, I was pretty well prepared for it. I felt at ease when we talked about my body, but Mom had never brought up the topic of masturbation. So initially, something inside of me still felt like I wasn’t normal. However, over the course of my online sessions, I realized that a lot of girls, maybe even most girls, masturbated. None of them seemed to think it was bad.

Eventually, I decided that masturbating must probably be okay after all, but that it would be best to keep my interest in it hidden from Mom and Dad. Thankfully, I knew how to clear a browser’s cache. I also suspected that my parents didn’t even know what a browser cache was.

As I became more comfortable with my fascination about the topic, my motive for reading masturbation stories gradually changed, from sheer curiosity to something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. A lot of the times I read those stories, the warmth that I’d felt in my pelvis the first time I touched myself came back to me. Sometimes, it would start to ache as I kept on reading. In the back of my mind, I knew what I’d have to do if I wanted to relieve myself, but even though I’d rationally come to think of it as acceptable, I still felt scared to actually go through with it.

*****

Around two months after I’d first played with myself, I was on the computer one Friday or Saturday around 9PM, talking to friends at my main online home, a message board and chatroom about Gorillaz, one of my favourite bands. Bo was already in her bedroom upstairs, and my dad wasn’t home.

When I heard Mom get up from the living room couch and plod over to the lobby where I was, I could tell that she was tired. Sure enough, when she came through the door, she said, “I’m heading to bed. I think you should go to sleep soon, too.”

I told her, “I’m still talking to my friends. Most of them live overseas, so we can’t talk when it’s daytime over here. Can I stay up for another hour or two, please? It’s the weekend, anyway.”

Mom thought about it, then said, “Okay. Just don’t stay up past midnight.”

Thrilled, I got up and hugged her. “Thank you, Mom! Good night, sleep well. Now off you go.”

She laughed. “Night, Lisa.”

By the time she was walking upstairs to her bedroom, I was already typing in the address of my favourite female masturbation forum. As I heard Mom close her bedroom door, I clicked on a thread titled, “What gets you in the mood?” Reading this forum, I thought.

“Thinking about this boy I like,” one girl said.

“Soaping up in the shower,” another offered.

“I don’t know, it just keeps happening to me randomly. Without even thinking about anything sexy, I suddenly become aware of my pussy and how good it would feel to touch it right now. It’s almost creepy!” someone had written.

I thought she was exactly right. Thinking about masturbation is what got me in the mood for masturbation. Turned me on, as the older girls called it. It was a self-perpetuating thing, seemingly without a connection to everyday life, mysterious. That’s why the thought of it was so exciting. The mystery made it feel powerful and spiritual — even more so because I was only indulging in the concept of it, while withholding the actual sensation from myself.

Just pondering that one comment got my body started. My temples were pulsing and my palms sweaty. My head felt too warm and I was getting dizzy. Most importantly, there was a throbbing in my lower body that felt at once sweet and aching. It almost made me nauseous.

I scrolled down the page. One person had posted a link. “This video always turns me on. I just love watching other people enjoy themselves,” she had said.

I felt something swirling and rumbling in the back of my brain. This is a porno, I thought. I’m definitely not supposed to watch pornos.

The sound of the mouse button scared me. The only other sound in the lobby was the constant low hum of the computer fan. I had clicked the link. A new browser window opened up, and a page with a video started loading. Alarmed, I immediately hit the pause button, then checked the speakers. The green LED was glowing. I turned them off.

I could get my headphones from my room, said a voice in the back of my brain.

Wait, Lisa, are you really gonna watch that video? my rational side replied.

I’m just saying.

Mom only just went to bed. Wouldn’t she think it was weird if she heard you walking to your room after you just asked her to stay up to talk to your friends?

What if I needed to get the headphones to listen to a song somebody showed me?

Fair enough. I gulped.

The video was only two and a half minutes long, but this was 2004, and our DSL connection was slow. From the progress bar, I could tell that it would take around five minutes to buffer fully.

Look, I told myself, why don’t you go upstairs, snag your headphones, and when you come back, you can still decide if you wanna watch it?

Yeah, why don’t you? the other voice taunted.

I walked upstairs as quietly as possible. Maybe Mom was asleep already and I didn’t want to disturb her. I went to my room, turned on the light and found my headphones.

I picked them up and looked at them blankly. What would I hear if I watched that video? I wondered.

Why don’t you go back and find out? the voice whispered.

As I passed by Mom’s room, I tried to hear if she was snoring, but everything was quiet. By the time I’d made my way back downstairs, the video had buffered more than halfway. It was paused on the first frame, a girl in just a t-shirt and panties sitting cross-legged on a bed, looking above the camera — probably at the person behind it.

The girl was cute. She looked to be in her twenties, maybe thirty? Not like she’s up to anything evil, I thought. I plugged my headphones into the computer. The video was almost fully buffered.

I made up my mind. I’m gonna watch a porno, I’m gonna watch a porno, I’m gonna watch a porno, my brain kept repeating. I clicked the play button.

“Hello,” said the girl and waved at the camera.

“Tell them your name,” a man’s voice said. He sounded friendly.

“I’m Melanie,” said the girl.

“Take your clothes off, Mel.”

Melanie took off her shirt. Her boobs weren’t big, but they were mesmerizing to me. I followed their motion as Melanie straightened her legs, lifted up her butt and took off her panties. She looked at the cameraman again, grinned, and flung her panties in his direction. “Hey,” he protested, then they both laughed.

The camera zoomed in on her a little bit. She was sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs, swaying a little. “Come on, Mel,” the guy said softly. Melanie smiled, let go of her legs and propped herself up against a huge pillow behind her. She relaxed and slowly opened her legs.

When her vulva came into view, I felt like my head was about to explode. I’d never seen an aroused pussy before. Her lips were deep red, slightly open and glistening with a soft sheen. I only got a full view for about two seconds before Melanie’s hand covered her vulva. She started petting her lips, but then she looked up at the camera for a second, laughed and turned her head, closing up her legs around her hand.

“Mel,” the guy said.

“Don’t look at me,” she protested.

“Okay,” he chuckled. She glanced at him and he must have turned the other way, because she opened her legs again.

Melanie dragged her index finger between her lips, then started circling her clit with it, cautious at first. When she seemed sure the guy wasn’t looking, she relaxed some more and focused on her task. She was using all her fingers now, gently stroking her pussy in circles.

My own pussy was pulsating. It almost hurt.

As Melanie was picking up speed, she started to moan softly. Listening on headphones, it sounded like she was moaning right next to me. I shuddered. My heart felt like it was melting in my chest. “Oh, oh, oh!” she said, then she came. Her hand stopped moving and her face scrunched up. Her butt lifted slightly off the bed, and she let out a long, sighing moan. “Oooh.”

“That was beautiful,” the guy said. Melanie’s eyes were still closed, but she smiled. Her cheeks were flushed. The video cut out.

I was really worked up. My breath was coming fast. I could feel sweat gathering on my forehead. My face felt flushed. I was clinging to the edge of my chair and my toes were curled up. My pelvis felt like it was filled up with hot jelly. I clicked the replay button.

I watched the video all over again, but this time, when Melanie started playing with her pussy, I put my hand in my pants, over my panties, and cupped my own pussy. I didn’t know if I was imagining it, but I thought I could feel it pulse with my heartbeat.

I put my hand inside my panties, on my pussy. It was almost like touching a hot stove. I was getting really light-headed. I kept my hand nestled against my pussy until the end of the video. When the sound stopped, I realized I was panting. I just sat there for half a minute with my hand in my panties, then I took off the headphones, closed the webpage and turned off the computer.

I picked up my headphones and walked upstairs. Feeling lightheaded, I needed to hold on to the rail. As I passed my mom’s bedroom, I forced myself to breathe through my nose to make less noise.

When I got into my room, my thoughts were racing again, but there was only one voice this time. I’m going to touch myself. I’m going to masturbate. I’m gonna play with my pussy. I’m horny. I need to tend to this urge. If I don’t touch myself, I’m gonna explode.

I stripped down naked in front of my bed and crawled underneath the blanket. I was still panting. When my hand found my pussy, I whimpered a little. This was not gonna be like the first time, sweet and slow. This was urgent.

I used my left hand to spread my lips and touched my clit with my right hand. The direct contact felt like a bolt of lightning zapping through my body, and I jumped. I realized that as I was panting, I was also making voiced “huh” sounds, and forced myself to stop doing that.

My hand was trembling as I brushed my fingers lightly but more and more rapidly over my clit. It only took half a minute until I came. I squeezed my legs together tightly with my hand clamped over my pussy and let out a quiet, high-pitched wail.

My whole being was wrapped up in that orgasm. It was the best feeling I’d ever had.

I stayed on the plateau for a while, tried to cling to it. It subsided and I thought it was over, but then a smaller second wave came over me, like a miniature version of the first one.

That aftershock faded too, but my mind was still going. I watched a porno, I masturbated again, I watched Melanie play with her pussy, then I did the same, I was horny, I watched a porno, it’s forbidden, I touched my clit, and I came, and I watched a porno, and I masturbated. Then my lights went out.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Purple Les

We had got cleaned up and dressed, and then me and Sammie set the table and made a pot of tea. Even though it was only like 4:30 in the afternoon, it seemed later ‘cause the days were so short and the sky was so gray.

Then Mom and Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue were home with the food. Well it was great as always, and we all tried each other’s food too and there was still a lot of food left over. All thru dinner though I couldn’t stop looking at Sammie and Aunt Sue, and thinking about them being naked together.

Then I was thinking of not just them naked together, but of Sammie’s little sister Penny naked with them too. Penny had just turned 7 and was so cute, and the thought of them all playing with themselves, watching each other, and maybe doing more than that. I was getting horny I think. I must have been ’cause all off a sudden Mom was going, “Katy! Are you daydreaming? Your Aunt Billie asked you a question.”

“Huh, I’m sorry Aunt Billie, what did you say?”

“I asked if you’d had enough to eat?”

“Yes, thanks. I’m stuffed.”

Then we opened up fortune cookies, and read the fortune aloud, and added “in bed” to the end of each fortune, a couple were pretty funny ‘cause they sounded dirty, but funny dirty.

After we had cleaned up the table, Mom and Aunt Sue had a drink, Aunt Billie didn’t ’cause she was driving later.

Mom told me to go try on all the new clothes I had got for my birthday and Christmas, and I didn’t want to, I hate taking all those clothes on and off over and over. But Sammie said it would be fun, saying she would help me, and we carried all the boxes up to my room while the grownups sat around gabbing.

I took off my sweater and jeans and was in my long underwear. Sammie would help me put on a dress then I would go down stairs to show my Mom and Aunts, and Mom would say too small, or that’s great, or they would say like perfect for school, or whatever, and then I would take it off so Mom could take it back to the store or wash it before I wore it ’cause I hate scratchy new clothes. Then I would go back upstairs to put on the next one. I didn’t mind them seeing me in my long johns, and Aunt Sue at one point said, “You should be a ballerina Katy, you look just perfect for that.”

As I was going back up the stairs, I heard Aunt Billie say, “God I just love her ass Sue, so firm and round. So hot just like her mom.”

Well, I was getting tired from going up and down the stairs, and all and I asked Sammie how much more. She said, “Just one last thing, this two piece swimsuit. I think it will look great on you, It’s a nice bright yellow, and I think you look nice in yellow.”

So I started to pull it on, and Sammie laughed and said, “Silly, you can’t wear it over your long johns. Take them off first.”

Then I was just in my panties and t-shirt, and Sammie told me I can’t wear a swimsuit over my underwear, so she watched me get naked. Well, not quite naked. I had my socks on, but I liked getting naked for her. It made me feel sexy the way she looked at me, and I did like a fast, little butt shaking dance for her. She handed me the swimsuit back and I put it on and went downstairs, but now I was feeling kind of excited from Sammie seeing me naked.

My mom liked the suit, Aunt Sue said it was a little big, and Aunt Billie said I would grow into it by summer time. I turned to go back up, and Mom said “Hey not so fast give me the suit.”

I felt my face get hot, “Mom! I can’t! I’d be naked!” It was one thing to get naked for my cousin, but the grownups? I felt kind of shy.

“It’s just us girls. No one cares Katy,” said my Mom.

“I see my daughters naked all the time Katy. I’m sure you don’t have anything they don’t,” said Aunt Sue.

I could see I wasn’t going to win so I pulled the top off. I figured they had already seen my bare tits that morning anyway. Then I turned my back to them and pulled the bottoms down and off real fast, and ran upstairs. As I was going up Sammie was coming down, and she yelled, “Streaker!” and I heard them all laughing.

I came back down all dressed, and after a while Aunt Billie said to Aunt Sue it was time to head home. Then we all said goodbye with hugs and kisses.

Mom said how about if me and Sammie got ready for bed and we could watch one of the new movies we got for Christmas.

So me and Sammie went up to my room, she watched me get naked and I put on my flannel pajamas. I never wear my underwear to bed. Then I lay down on my sleeping bag while I watched Sammie get naked. She put on her pajama top, but then she stood over my face, one foot on either side of my shoulders, and started to play with herself.

That was like so cool, I could see like all of her pussy and butt looking up at her like that. Her finger went inside her pussy, and Sammie said, “Let me see you play with yours, too.” She turned so she was facing toward my feet, and I pulled down my bottoms and started rubbing myself.

We watched each other and then she said, “Hey Katy, how ’bout I lower my pussy to your face and you can lick it again and, I’ll lick yours too, you want to?”

I said sure and she started to bend her knees and her pussy was coming slowly toward my mouth. I couldn’t wait to lick her again and the best part was she would lick me too. Her knees were on either side of me now. I could see inside her pussy, and I could see her butthole too. I’d never seen any one’s butthole before, and it made me feel extra horny for some reason. Then I could feel her breath on my pussy. I moved my head towards her pussy and stuck my tongue out,  and then Mom yelled up the stairs, “Hurry up you two, I have all the DVDs unwrapped.”

We both jumped and I bit my tongue. Sammie got up and put on her bottoms, and I pulled mine up and we put on our robes and slippers.

Sammie kissed me and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll do it later.”

I made her promise to, and if I was asleep to wake me up so we could to it. Then we went downstairs.

Mom said to pick a movie that wasn’t too long, and I picked a real old one, “Dracula’s Daughter” that Aunt Sue had given me ’cause she knows I like old monster movies.

Mom said I’d have nightmares, but I said I wouldn’t. It was in black and white and kind of cool. The woman vampire I think might also have been a lesbian maybe, but I started to doze off.

Mom made me go brush my teeth and took me upstairs and tucked me in my sleeping bag. She kissed me goodnight, and I told her to tell Sammie not to forget.

Mom said, “Forget what?”

I said, “She’ll know.”

I woke up later and had to pee, so I went downstairs to the bathroom. Sammie and Mom were watching TV, and I wanted to watch too, but Mom sent me back up to bed.

Then I couldn’t sleep, the more I tried to sleep the more awake I got.  So I went back downstairs to try to watch TV with them again, but real quiet so I could see if Mom would look like she’d let me stay up or not.

Well the TV was off, but the Christmas tree lights were on. In fact, they were the only lights on. I could hear something but I couldn’t make it out. I was hiding behind the kitchen wall and I saw something moving under the tree. I went to the other side of the kitchen and looked out the other kitchen door. I could see under the tree now, as my eyes got used to just the Christmas tree lights. Well, to be honest I looked a long time before I was sure what I saw.

Sammie was on her back, on the floor, the top of her head towards me. My mom was on her hands and knees over Sammie but facing the other way.

The tree lights made their skin all blue, red, yellow, green, and white at different times ’cause of the way the lights blinked. As I looked more, I could see they were both bare naked. I couldn’t believe it. Mom was looking at the ceiling and saying, “Shit Sammie, don’t stop, don’t stop, almost there!”

I could see Mom’s big boobs swinging around.

Sammie was moving three fingers in and out of Mom’s pussy, and I wasn’t sure if it was the coolest or grossest thing I ever saw, but Sammie was licking my Mom’s butt hole. I guess because Mom was liking it so much I decided it was the coolest thing I’d seen.

Then Mom had a cum. My Mom had a big cum! I really couldn’t believe it. The moms in the stories I read came all the time, but my Mom?

Then Mom put her head down, and she was licking Sammie’s pussy. I knew she had to be. She may have been licking Sammie’s butthole too, but I couldn’t see to know for sure. I could see my mom’s pussy and butthole now too!  Mom’s pussy was bigger than Sammie’s, lots bigger, but I liked the way it looked, all shiny and even more like a big flower than Sammie’s. I thought Aunt Billie was right. Mom had a really nice ass.

Sammie was grabbing Mom’s ass and spanking her too, and saying to my mom, “Fuck, Aunt Carol! I’m gonna come, gonna come on your fucking face!”  Sammie was pounding her hands on the floor and moving her head back and forth, and I knew she was going to come hard.

I pinched my arm as hard as I could, ‘cause I thought for sure I was dreaming, though I never had a dirty dream this good before.

As hard as I pinched myself, nothing changed, so I knew I was awake. This was really happening.

I went back upstairs before I got caught. In the stories I read I thought maybe I should have got naked and jumped out and joined in, but I was scared to do that.

I got in my sleeping bag, I put my hand down my pajama bottoms and my pussy was all gooey.  I tasted my fingers, it tasted a lot like Sammie’s pussy had, but sweeter.

When I would read those stories about moms and daughters, I would have to play with myself, but now that I’d just seen my Mom doing that for real, with my cousin, I really didn’t know what to think. And Sammie saying dirty words to my Mom! I couldn’t believe I’d heard them like that, but I had.

Why was Mom doing it with Sammie instead of me? I know I’m not as hot as Sammie, but if Aunt Sue did stuff with her seven-year-old daughter, why didn’t Mom do it with me? I was nine now after all. Maybe Aunt Sue liked young girls and Mom didn’t. But then she had made me get naked in front of all of them before.

Then I had the worst thought, maybe Mom didn’t really love me.

I remembered one time when Aunt Billie slept over. Aunt Billie slept over lots of times. But this one time I woke up and heard Mom moaning, like she was sick. I was going to go check on her, then I remembered Aunt Billie was with her and would take care of Mom if she was sick, then it sort of came to me that maybe they were doing something dirty. Now when I had seen what Mom was doing with Sammie under the Christmas tree, I knew that those times Aunt Billie stayed over, they must have been having sex.

I fell asleep thinking about all that stuff. Nothing seemed to make any sense to me.

I woke up hearing voices and laughing. I looked at the bed. It had been slept in but Sammie wasn’t there.

I took off my pajamas and put on my clothes from yesterday. It was 7:00, so I went downstairs to see what was going on.

Everyone except Aunt Billie was there. Uncle Peter, Aunt Sue, and Penny all had their coats on.

Mom told me to go wash my face.

When I came back out I felt more awake and asked what was going on.

Uncle Peter said, “I got called back to work, something really important, so we have to head home.”

I didn’t say nothing, but I thought it was really crummy. He was wrecking the rest of the week.

“Katy, put on your coat and boots and help Uncle Peter finish loading his car up,” Mom told me.

I carried Sammie’s suitcase out and helped Uncle Peter move stuff around. Then he told me to get everyone out there so they could get going. He kissed me goodbye and I said to have a nice trip. Then I went in the house, and I opened the hall door to the kitchen pretty quiet.

No one saw me, but I saw Sammie and Mom give each other a very wet kiss goodbye, and then Mom kissed Aunt Sue the same way. The thing that really surprised me is Mom picked up Penny and they had a real wet kiss too. I shut the door and made some noise and opened it and said, “Uncle Peter said to ‘get your butts out there right now.'”

Penny hugged me goodbye, and Aunt Sue hugged me and kissed me, but not a hot kiss, and they all went out with Mom behind them, except for Sammie. She hugged me and gave me a big wet kiss. Then she said she was really sorry she had to go. I started to cry, and she said “Don’t cry. I love you Katy.” And then she said, “Don’t worry, we’ll pick up where we left off next time I see you.” Then she winked at me and went outside. I wanted to ask her why she didn’t wake me last night, but I was crying so I didn’t ask.

Me and Mom waved at them as they went out the driveway and down the street.

We went back inside and it was just us again. Aunt Sue had brought a big cake yesterday for dessert but we were all too full, so Mom said, “How about some cake for breakfast?” I was all for that.

Mom told me to go shower and put on clean clothes. She said since we were up and about early it was time to get some things done around the house.

In the bathroom I threw my clothes in the hamper, and I sat on the toilet to poop. While I was pooping, I saw a big black and blue mark on my arm, and then I remembered that was where I had pinched myself last night. It made me start to think about everything all over again while I was in the shower, and I told myself from then on I would always wash my butthole real good, just in case someone ever wanted to lick it. I didn’t think it would ever happen, but I would be ready just in case.

I spent the morning writing thank you notes while Mom had started the laundry and cleaned the house, then she helped me address the notes and put stamps on them. Then Mom helped me change the sheets on my bed.  We cleaned up some of the Christmas clutter, and we had a late lunch of leftover Chinese food.

While we did the dishes after, Mom washed and I dried like always. Looking at me, she said, “Katy, you’ve been very quiet today. Is everything okay?”

“I’m just tired I guess.”

Mom leaned over and kissed my head, “I love you angel.”

I don’t know what happened to me. I suddenly had no control, and the water works just started. I yelled, “I’m not an angel, I’m awful!” and ran crying to my room.

Mom came up after a while. She sat on the bed and rubbed my back and asked what was really wrong.

“Katy,” she said, “you don’t lie, cheat, steal, or smoke. You help around the house and study hard. What do you think makes you so awful? Tell me, I won’t get mad no matter what, I promise.”

I believed her and I sat up next to her and she made me blow my nose, and she wiped my tears.

I took a deep breath. Then I told her everything. Yeah, THAT everything. I started by telling her about the story site I went to, and how I would read dirty stories about moms and daughters and sisters all having sex, and how I masturbated while reading them. Then I told her what I’d seen last night, and she bit the knuckle on her first finger and closed her eyes like she always does when she’s nervous or scared or there’s bad news.

“Katy, I’m sorry you found out about me and Sammie that way. I don’t know what to say, but I guess I have some explaining to do.”

“Mom, I don’t mind about you and Sammie. I’m not jealous or nothing, but I don’t understand what’s wrong with me, I mean how come you never had sex with me?” I looked down at my feet. “Mom don’t you love me?”

“Of course, I love you! I love you more than anything, but… well… I just didn’t think you’d ever want me to love you that way, you know… sexually. Do you want me to love you that way?”

Now that she asked me outright, I wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know, Mom. Sometimes I think I would, but I just don’t know now that you ask me.”

“Katy, I would never make the first move toward you sexually, but if you decide that you want to, really, really want to, then I will let you make the first move, okay?”

“Okay, but I wouldn’t know how to make a move on you, Mom.”

“If you decide you really want to, you’ll figure out a way, and I won’t reject you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Are we good now?”

I said we were, more than ever, and I hugged her hard and kissed her on the cheek.

“Now, Kathleen Anne Watson, that sounds like the stories you read must be for adults. How did you get past the child protections I set up on the computer?”

“You promised not to get mad.”

“I’m not mad, Katy. I just want to know.”

“Well I figured out your password. Just so you know for the future Mom, Carolwatson 1234 isn’t a very good password.”

“Okay, young lady, I want you to stay up here and take a nap or read your comic books for a while, at least an hour, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. I will and I’m sorry.”

“I am too, honey.”

Mom started down the stairs, then turned around. “Katy, what’s the name of the site you read at?”

“Juicy Secrets. You won’t look at it, will you? I don’t want you to think I’m weird, Mom.”

“You just do as I said, Katy.”

So I unrolled my sleeping bag on top of my bed and got in with all my clothes on and zipped the bag up. I was looking at a new comic book I had, but I just kept staring at the first page, not even reading it, and then it was getting dark, so I thought I would rest my eyes a minute, but I must have fell asleep.

I woke up ’cause the phone was ringing. My room was dark, and I could see on my radio clock the big green numbers said 7:00. I went downstairs, and Mom was laughing and just hanging up the phone.

“That was Aunt Sue. They got home okay. How are you doing? Have a good nap?”

I just nodded and went to the bathroom to pee and wash my face.

When I came back out Mom wondered if I was hungry, and I was a little, and we both had another piece of cake.

We ate it in the living room, watching TV. After we ate, Mom asked me, “Katy, do you like those stories? At that site, I mean.”

I told her I liked most of them, but that some of them were so good it made have to masturbate while I read them.

“You didn’t go there did you?”

“Yes I did, and, well, what I looked at was… um… yes, very exciting. I guess I don’t mind you reading there too much, there isn’t anything really bad or mean there that I could see, and… well… I guess you kind of got some education there in a manner of speaking.”

“Wow, Mom, does that mean I can keep reading there? Say yes? Please say yes! Please, pretty please, with cream and sugar please! Please?!”

“Okay, on one condition.”

“What?” Now I was a little nervous, ‘cause I wondered what the condition would be. I hoped it wouldn’t be extra chores or something.

“Don’t look so nervous, Katy. I just want you to tell me what your favorite stories are there.”

So I told her, and she said she would check them out sometime.

“Mom?”

“Yes.”

“Sammie told me something, and I don’t know if she was fooling me, or if it was for really true. Then after what I saw last night, I really don’t know.”

“What did she tell you?”

“She told me that when Uncle Peter is away on business that… um… well… her and Aunt Sue and Penny all go around naked, and I guess even masturbate with each other and stuff. Do you think that’s true, Mom?”

“How would you feel if it was true, Katy?”

“Well, honest I think it would be real cool.”

“Katy, this has to be just between us, you can’t tell anyone ever, but yes, it’s true. I think I had better tell you a few things about our family.”

Well I sat right next to Mom and couldn’t wait to hear what she was going to tell me, ’cause I was a little scared, but I also had a feeling it was going to be real hot.

Continue on to Chapter 4