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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 72

  • Posted on February 5, 2017 at 1:52 pm

Getting to Know Each Other, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

I went in search of Lisa and found her chatting with Rachel in the family room. When she saw me, Lisa got an odd look on her face, as if she wondered if I was okay.

“Is everything alright?” she asked.

I shrugged and said, “Yeah, I guess so. Your mom’s kinda… different.”

The sisters exchanged a glance as if they knew exactly what I meant by that, but in all honesty I wasn’t sure if even I knew.

“What did you two talk about?” Rachel asked.

“Mostly me,” I said. “Lisa, could we talk in your room?”

“Well, it’s Rachel’s room, too,” she said.

“Oh, I didn’t know you two shared a room,” I said, but at the same time it more or less sealed the deal as far as whether or not they had ever fooled around. Lisa had mentioned at the Hilton that her computer was in her bedroom, where she would watch porn and masturbate. That kind of thing usually didn’t happen without the other sister being involved if a bedroom was shared.

“Is it okay if we take possession of the room for a while? We have to talk about a few things,” I said.

Rachel grinned wickedly and said, “Talk? That’s not what I call it.”

“No, really. That’s all we’re going to do.”

“Why can’t I be invited too?” Rachel asked, but when I glanced toward Lisa, I saw she was worried about whatever it was I had to talk to her about.

“Whatever it is,” Lisa said, “Cheryl obviously wants to discuss alone.” Lisa stood up as if she were being led to the executioner.

I didn’t want her to worry, so I said, “I’m not leaving you or anything. It’s just some private stuff your mom suggested we discuss.”

She turned to me. “You mean my mom knows what it is before I do? Are you going to run everything by my mom first if you want to talk to me?”

“It’s not like that at all,” I said. “She just knows the topics, and it was her idea to discuss them now instead of later. She doesn’t have a clue what the details are. You’ll be the only one to know them.”

“She’ll share the details with me anyway,” Rachel said, still wanting to join us.

“She won’t share these,” I said, which earned me a shocked look from both of them.

When we entered the bedroom, we sat facing each other on the queen size bed. The bed was another hint that they got it on together. The idea made what I was about to tell Lisa easier to face.

Suddenly, I could feel my pussy gushing. Here I was, in Lisa’s bedroom, but forbidden to do anything about it. Not only that, but I’d gotten rather turned on during my talk with Lisa’s mom as well. She’d confessed to watching my video in order to ‘relieve’ some stress, though she’d not realized I was in it until she opened it online.

“What is it?” Lisa asked, still a little worried.

I realized I would have to relieve some stress myself before I could continue. Lisa’s mom had told me we couldn’t have sex, but she hadn’t said anything about masturbating.

“Actually, I need to use your bathroom first,” I said. “It will only take a few minutes.” I didn’t want to tell her I planned to get myself off because she’d want me to stay, and I wanted to do some healthy fantasizing instead. It was just one of those things.

I stood and made my way to the bathroom, passing Rachel on my way there. She just looked at me with some curiosity and I smiled at her.

Locking the door, I pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles and sat while my libidinous mind went into overdrive as I began to imagine a scene that had occurred to me somewhere between the kitchen and the family room.

“Lie back, Cheryl, and remember to call me Donna,” Lisa’s mother said. Lisa and Rachel were there, too. We were all naked, and Donna looked back at her daughters. “Rachel, Lisa, you see to her tits.”

The sisters moved to my sides and leaned over to lick and suck my nipples, making love to my boobs.

Donna leaned over my bald mound and licked her lips. “Are you as delicious as Lisa says you are?” she asked me.

“I hope so,” Rachel said. “I want to be next.”

My fingers had gotten busy right away, sliding over my labia and clit, making me yearn for the orgasm I knew would be coming.

Donna stuck her tongue out and flicked it at my clit, teasing it from beneath its fleshy hood. Meanwhile, Lisa had moved to stand behind Rachel and her younger sister moaned. Lisa was fingering Rachel and leaned over to lick the sexy teenager’s sexy butthole.

In my fantasy, I could hear the sounds of Lisa’s fingers as they pleasured Rachel. I did my best to control my breathing while sitting on the toilet.

Donna leaned over farther and began to devour my pussy, licking her tongue deeply into my soft folds and bathing my clit with firm strokes.

My fingers were Donna’s tongue. I pressed into myself, stifling the moan that wanted to escape.

Donna pressed her thumb into my flooded vagina and pushed a finger into my butthole, fucking me in both.

I nearly screamed when my fingers entered my holes to provide my mind with the stimulation I was imagining in my fantasy.

“She is delicious, Rachel,” Donna said between licks.

 “I just can’t wait,” Rachel said, and moved to join her mother. The two began to lick and suck my clit.

My fingers strummed my clit as I felt my climax rushing up on me. Nearly there… nearly there. “Uuunh!” I moaned as the orgasm took me, my head reeling with the fantasy that was still at work in my mind. I shivered and spasmed while sitting on the toilet seat, my mind a whir of sexual images as my fingers worked  their magic.

Moments later I stood, pulled my shorts and panties up, and flushed. Washing my hands, I splashed some water on my face as well, and checked my reflection to see if the signs were there that I’d just come. Well, a bit flushed, but nothing I could do about it.

I stepped out of the bathroom and walked down to Lisa’s room. Entering, I sat on the bed again.

“Okay, now,” Lisa said as I situated myself. “What is it?”

“First, you have to do something for me, okay?” I asked, getting control of my breathing after the powerful orgasm I’d just given myself in her bathroom.

“Anything.”

“You have to swear that what I’m about to say never leaves this room.”

“God, Cheryl, what’d you do? Kill someone?”

“No, but it’s almost as illegal.”

That made her take notice.

“Are you on the run from the cops?”

“No, it’s not like that. It’s just a lot of personal stuff I think you should know before we get any further into our relationship. Your mom doesn’t know the details. I doubt she could even imagine the details. She does, however, know the general topic and she said if I waited to tell you anything that you might not like that you’d be hurt more than if I told you now. She made me promise to talk now, and that’s why we’re in here.”

“Okay, but hold on first.” She leaned over and pulled something from under the bed and turned a switch on it.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A recorder. It’s sound activated. Rachel likes to record everything that goes on in here.”

I looked at Lisa as if I thought that was the oddest thing in the world, and she just shrugged. “Hey, she likes to get off to it.”

“To what?”

“Tell you later. First, you.”

“Okay, but you gotta swear.”

“Alright, I swear.”

“What?”

“I said I swear.”

“But what are you swearing to?”

“Jeez.” She held up her right hand in mock solemnity. “I swear that what you tell me today in the bedroom I share with my sister, Rachel the perverted one, shall never leave this room. How’s that?”

“I guess it’ll have to do,” I said, smiling at her reference to Rachel as ‘the perverted one.’ It was another cute connection between them. At that moment I would have bet a million dollars they had at least been intimate in the past and were probably still sexually involved with each other.

“So, give,” she said, giving me that same palm-up, come-along gesture with her hand that she used by the big tree last night at the party when she wanted me to say what I had to say.

“You might want to get comfortable. This could take a while.”

“Shit, Cheryl. We eat in a little more than an hour. Should we tell Mom to postpone dinner?”

“No. I should be finished by then.”

“Should be?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t take that long.”

“Okay. So give,” she said, settling back against a pillow she had propped against the wall. The worried look, however, remained.

“I’ve been sexual for a long time,” I began.

“Ooh, wow. I don’t know if I can handle that news.”

“Don’t be sarcastic. This is really big stuff and telling you about it is a really big deal. I’m scared to say it, but I have to.” My eyes were welling up with tears, and she realized just how serious this was.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her tone apologetic as well. “Go ahead. I won’t interrupt again unless I have a question.”

I took a deep breath and she added, “I love you,” which made me smile.

“You know my mom is in the porn business. Has been since I was a baby.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ve known about what she does for a living since I was little, like six.”

“Wow, that’s young.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Anyway, I discovered what she did for a living when I walked in on her as she was watching a video of herself and another woman who was a friend of my mom’s.”

“Wow. She was just sitting there watching it?”

“Not exactly. She was on her bed… naked…” I raised my eyebrows to get my point across.

“Fuck! You caught her masturbating?”

“Yeah.”

“Did she freak or something?”

“Not exactly,” I said. This is where it would get difficult.

“Then what exactly?”

“Do you remember the video of me and Deanna and my mom?” I asked, seeming to change the subject.

“Of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Did you notice when I caressed my mom’s ass? And later how she caressed mine? How natural the touch seemed?”

“Yeah,” she said. Then her eyes got big.

“Holy shit! Did she molest you when you were six?”

“Well, molest isn’t the word I would use.”

“What word would you use, then?”

“She didn’t exactly molest me. To me, molest implies I wasn’t willing to do what we did. I’d say she taught me.”

“Fuck me twice and let me die! You mean the two of you… had sex… when you were six?”

“I knew I’d fall in love with a smart woman.”

She couldn’t speak for a moment, her mouth hanging slightly open. Then she found her voice again. “And you mean you still do it?”

My throat was tight with fear and longing as I managed to get out a whispered, “Yes.”

“Wow.”

“Are you okay?” I asked. She was pale.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to wrap my brain around this. You and your mom, the famous Kayleigh Katz, have mother-daughter incestuous lesbian sex?”

“Yeah, I suppose you could say it that way, even if it’s redundant to say mother-daughter and incestuous. Not to mention lesbian.”

She reached out and slapped my arm — hard. “Don’t joke about this! And she’s, like, your birth mother, not your stepmother who ended up with you after your father died or something, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve heard of this happening, but I never thought in a million years I’d meet someone who actually did it with her mom.”

“Do you hate me?”

She looked at me as if I’d just asked her if she liked to swallow large rocks, and my heart swelled.

“No, I don’t hate you! I still love you! I just don’t know how to deal with this right now. Are you going to keep doing it with her?”

“I’m sure she’d understand if I told her I couldn’t anymore.”

“But that wouldn’t be your first choice?” she asked, seeing the obvious hope in my face that she wouldn’t ask me to do that.

“Look, it’s kind of like allowing Brenda to masturbate with other girls but not have sex with them,” I said, hoping to make a point.

“Well, no, Cheryl. I’d say it was a lot different. You’re still having sex with your mom. You know, touching each other, kissing each other.” She stopped. “Do you do… everything?”

I nodded.

“And you like it?”

“Lisa, I am a very sexual person. It’s a large part of my personality.”

“Does your friend Dana know?”

“Deanna?”

“Yeah, the one you made the movies with.”

“Yeah. She’s done it with my mom since she was little, too.”

“Oh my God! Your mom is a real pedo, isn’t she?” She didn’t sound pissed or anything, just amazed.

I shrugged. “I guess, but she’s never once hurt a child. She would never touch a child who didn’t want it.”

“And you’re fine with that? You don’t mind if someone does something sexual with a child as long as the child is okay with it?”

The look on her face and the tone of her voice was, well, different from how I had ever heard it before. It wasn’t condemning. It was… curious. But curious in a way I’d never heard from her. Then again, it wasn’t as if we’d known each other a long time or anything, either.

“Yeah. Look at me. I’m not all sick and warped and stuff. I don’t want to go out and kill people or get sick revenge on my mom. She didn’t use me. She loved me. She made sure my needs were met and taught me how sex is just the most intimate way possible for people to express their love for each other.”

I could tell my words were getting through to her.

“Have you ever touched a child like that?” she asked.

I had to tell her the truth. I felt it was an obligation to our relationship. “Only if they wanted to.”

“And you like that too? Sex with a child?” Again, more curious than anything else, but I could tell there was something else, an emotion I was missing.

“Lisa, I’m still in touch with a lot of the girls I had sex with. They are sweet, well-adjusted, loving children. And they still love me.”

“I guess this is sort of our mutual confession party, huh?”

“Yeah. Do you have something to confess?”

“Cheryl, everyone has something they could confess when it comes to sex. Everyone has secrets about that.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

She took a deep breath. “While I’ve never done anything sexual with my mom, I’m not exactly free and clear in the incest department.”

“You mean you and Rachel.” It was a statement, not a question.

She looked shocked that I’d figured it out. “How’d you know?”

“It’s obvious, really. First, if it’s incest, who else would it be? Your dad?”

“God, no way,” Lisa said and shuddered, “but I do have cousins, you know.”

“Actually, I didn’t. Anyway, look at some of the obvious hints that you two at least have gotten it on before. You share a bedroom and a bed. You’re a lesbian, and she’s bi. You are extremely close. You have your computer in the room you share with your sister, and you’ve already told me about watching porn and masturbating at the computer. In fact, when I found out you two shared the room, my first thought was, where was Rachel during these masturbation fests? And you told me how she ‘gets off’ listening in on what she records? And you avoided me by deflecting when I asked what she likes to listen to. Then there’s your obvious knowledge of each other’s sexual escapades.”

“Shit. I never looked at it like that.”

“I’m totally surprised your mom and dad don’t figure it out.”

Lisa looked at me funny when I said that.

“You mean they have?” I said.

“Worse.”

“Oh my God! They caught you?”

Lisa nodded. “That’s why we reacted the way we did earlier when she told you she was bi and you wanted to know if our parents knew about it.

“What was that like to get caught together?” I asked before adding, “Engaged in sister-sister incestuous lesbian sex?”

She gave me a look of mock disgust at my teasing. “Not as bad as you’d think.” She paused and looked at me. “So anything we say in here stays in here?”

“Of course.”

“It turns out my mom and her cousin Andrea did stuff together when they were young. Mom said she couldn’t very well get too pissed at us if she’d sort of done the same thing.”

“How old were the two of you when you got caught?” I asked.

“I was fourteen and Rachel was twelve.”

“Do you two still…?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course.”

“And you’re upset my mom and I still do it?”

“I’m not upset, really, just jealous, that’s all. I want you for myself.”

“Well, I’m not that possessive. I’m fine with you and Rachel doing it.”

“Would it be okay if I did it with a girl who wasn’t my sister?”

“Depends,” I said. “Am I there too?”

Lisa frowned, disappointed, I suppose, that I hadn’t reacted the way she had wanted. “No. We’re all alone.”

“And I assume she’s your age?”

“Of course.”

“Then no, you can’t.”

She frowned and asked, “Why can I do it with my sister, but not another girl? I don’t want to because I agree that would be cheating, but I’m just curious.”

“Let’s put it this way, and maybe you’ll understand, if you don’t already without realizing it. Would you ever leave me for your sister?”

“Of course not.”

“Would it be possible — not probable, now, just possible — that you could leave me for another girl that isn’t related to you, or that you didn’t at least view like a sister or aunt or something like that?”

“I never would. I love you.”

“That’s not what I asked. Could you leave me for another girl? You know, the way it happens every day in the real world?”

“Oh. I get it. You’re not jealous of Rachel because she’s not a threat to you.”

“I told you I knew I’d fall for a smart girl.”

“And by the same token, I shouldn’t have a problem with you having sex with your mom for the same reason. She could never be a threat to steal you away from me.”

“Any more than my sisters could, or my aunt, or my mom’s lover or my aunt’s.”

“Wait. What?” It was time to let the other shoe drop.

“They aren’t a threat to you either.”

“Are you saying you have sex with them, too?”

“Yes.”

“Good Lord! Has your life just been one long orgy?!”

“Seems that way sometimes. I can tell you it’s been tons of fun!”

“You told me about your twin sisters. Aren’t they only eleven?”

“Yeah. We’ve been doing it since they were eight. I don’t know how long they’ve been doing it with each other. They’re from Colombia. They aren’t really my sisters any more than Jenna is. We just live our lives as if we’re real sisters.”

“Well fuck me,” she said, obviously trying to digest all of this news.

“So is there anything else you feel you should tell me?” I asked.

She looked at me and got up to turn on her computer. I watched, puzzled.

She booted up and opened a website called nifty.org. She opened a page of titles. It was all about incest and sex between adult women and little girls — moms with daughters, aunts with nieces, grandmothers with daughters and granddaughters, sisters with sisters. There was another page dedicated to little girls having sex with each other.

“Why are you showing me this?” I asked.

“This is one of my favorite websites,” she said. “I wasn’t angry that you and your mom had sex with little girls. I was, well, jealous.”

“Holy fuck,” I said, feeling numb. “You’re a lesbian pedo, too!”

She shrugged and gave me a crooked, slightly embarrassed grin. “That’s me.”

“Have you ever done anything? With a little girl?”

“No. Wanted to awful bad, but never did. Well, except for Rachel. We were like ten and eight when we started messing around, or maybe nine and seven. It’s been so long ago I don’t remember exactly. Our birthdays are only eight days apart, just different by two years.”

“So, you seduced Rachel when she was seven or eight, and you’d been doing it for several years when you got caught?”

“Yep.”

“And she loves it, right?”

“Yep.”

“God, Lisa. We are so made for each other.”

I leaned over and kissed her, my hand moving to her breast.

Remembering my promise to Lisa’s mom, I leaned back from the kiss after taking a moment to enjoy it.

“Would you like to have sex with a couple of very sexy eleven-year-olds?” I asked.

“Your twin sisters?”

“Yep.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not. They’re only eleven, and besides they’d never try to take you from me anyway.”

“And they wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“So you’re okay with us doing it with others who aren’t, like, possible rivals.”

“That about says it. And while we’re on the subject, I have girlfriends I’ve known since I was little. Deanna and I met when we were nine and have been doing stuff ever since. She’s not a threat either. If we wanted to be with each other romantically, we could be. We’re a lot like sisters. There’s also Marie, who I loved when I was in middle school. She’s still a friend, too, but again, she’s absolutely no threat to you.”

“But no doing it with a girl who could become a rival, is that right?” she asked.

“Yep. That’s how I’d like our relationship to be.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Okay, I guess we could give it a try.”

“So then, how about it? Would you like some time with a couple of perpetually horny, very pretty, eleven-year-old girls?”

“I’d love that,” she said. I could almost see her drooling. “Are their pussies bald?”

“Completely,” I said. “They don’t even have to shave yet.”

“Can I sleep over tonight?”

“Do you mind if my sister Jenna joins in too?”

She didn’t even pause to think about it before she smiled. “The more the merrier! As long as we NEVER do it with a girl who is a potential rival.”

“Then you won’t mind if my mom, her sister, and their lovers want to watch or even join us?”

She grinned at me. “You’re right. We’re fucking made for each other!”

“So if I have a chance — or you do — to have sex with a little girl who is totally willing, that’s okay too, right?”

“Well, I don’t know where I’d find a girl like that, but I guess so.”

“Believe me, they’re more common than you think. You just have to know how to deal with the subject with them. Once you let them know it’s okay with you and offer yourself and your expertise to make them feel good, they’re more than willing, as long as you develop some trust with them beforehand. The one rule I never break is that I never do anything with a girl she isn’t totally wanting to do, and I make sure they know that, as well as how I won’t be mad if they don’t want to do something.”

A knock on the door interrupted us. “Dinner’s almost ready,” Rachel said from the other side of the door. She sounded sad. Left out.

Lisa opened the door and dragged her inside the room, pulling her into a hot kiss right in front of me.

“Hey –!” she blurted before being cut off by Lisa’s mouth and tongue.

“It’s okay. She knows,” Lisa said after breaking the kiss. She turned to me and said something I thought I would never hear.

“Would you like to kiss my sister?”

Rachel was looking back and forth between us.

“Only if you both want me to,” I said.

Rachel looked at Lisa, as if she couldn’t believe it either.

“You can never, ever, EVER try to steal her away from me,” Lisa told Rachel.

“I won’t,” Rachel said before taking my face in her hands and kissing me, her tongue swarming the inside of my mouth. Her lips were soft, like buttery biscuits. I could tell she’d been wanting to kiss me.

As if on auto-pilot, one hand reached for her boobs and massaged them through her top. She was wearing a bra, so I dipped my hands beneath her shirt and bra to touch the soft globes of flesh. I could feel each nipple stiffen against my palm before my fingers tweaked it. Rachel moved her body against me, softly humping me as her breathing grew deeper with excitement. Her own hand sought my breasts, mimicking my movements. Breaking the kiss, we looked into each other’s eyes. I knew that if their parents weren’t there we would be naked and on their bed in less than five seconds. In spite of the orgasm I’d experienced a short time ago in their bathroom, I was as turned on as I’d ever been.

As we stood there making promises with our eyes, Lisa broke her oath about saying nothing about what I’d told her.

“She has sex with her mom and aunt and sisters.”

“Holy fuck! Really?” Rachel said, looking at me for confirmation.

What the hell! I thought. Glaring at Lisa, I said, “You said you’d never tell anyone!”

“I said it would never leave this room,” Lisa replied, grinning.

Oh, well, she had a point there, and I realized she would never have told Rachel if she even suspected Rachel might tell someone. I just shrugged, nodding in defeat. “Just never tell anyone, okay? People could go to jail.”

“Who am I to go blabbing about someone committing incest?” she said, smiling. Yes, my secrets were safe with her. “And you really have sex with all of them?”

“Sometimes at the same time,” I said, and Rachel’s jaw dropped open in amazement.

“And I get to spend the night tonight, where I get to have sex with Cheryl’s eleven-year-old twin sisters,” Lisa added.

“Rachel’s into the little ones too?” I asked.

“Definitely,” Rachel said. Then she sat down at the computer and loaded up an image of a girl who looked to be about ten kissing another girl who looked maybe eight or nine. They were naked and the older girl had her finger inside the slit of the younger one.

“My favorite picture,” Rachel said and reached down to give her pussy a squeeze through her shorts.

“Dinner!” we heard their mother call. Rachel closed down the computer and we went to eat before Lisa and I set off for a night of fun with my family.

Rachel just looked jealous, and I could tell she was hoping for an invitation to join us at my house soon.

Continue on to Chapter 73

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Remnants, Part Three

  • Posted on February 4, 2017 at 1:06 pm

By No One

It was late afternoon when the familiar cliff walls came into view. The long drive had been peppered with a thousand questions from Zee about the state of the world and all aspects of life. Rain did her best to answer, but in some cases, she was no more informed than the android girl.

“Well, there it is: Dead End,” Rain declared, indicating the settlement nestled where two tall cliffs met at a right angle. “‘Cause of the cliffs, see?” That was one reason, anyway — some said the lives of its citizens were also caught in a more metaphorical dead end. The town wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was decent enough in Rain’s estimation. She had seen worse in her travels.

“How many people live here?” Zee asked as they came closer.

“A couple thousand, maybe? It varies. People come, people go.”

They reached the wall of corrugated tin panels surrounding the town on the sides not covered by the cliffs. The head and shoulders of a young man popped up over the wall to take a look when he heard the noise of Rain’s bike.

“Yo, Rain,” he greeted them.

“Rock.” She nodded at him.

“Been gone a long time, love. Found anything good?”

“Might have. You know, this and that. Just really tired now, Rock. Mind opening the gate?”

“I dunno, have you reconsidered going out with me?” Rock asked, grinning, as he usually did.

“I dunno, have you reconsidered chopping off your manhood?” Rain shot back. Not an uncommon exchange between them.

The big guy laughed and disappeared from view.

“There can’t be that much to it anyway!” Rain shouted after him, and more laughter came from behind the wall. A few seconds later, there was the sound of rattling chains, then a section of the wall slid aside to let them through.

Zee raised inquisitive eyebrows, and Rain gave her a wink, then slowly drove through the opening.

“Hey, hold on,” Rock said when they met on the other side, brows furrowed. “Who’s that with you?”

“Just a kid who sneaked off. You should keep a better watch,” Rain said.

“Huh? How did you…?”

“Must be a hole in your wall, better give it a check.” Rain rode off, leaving a very confused Rock behind.

“Um, why did you lie to that man?” Zee asked after a moment.

“I think it’s better to keep your, uh, identity a secret for now, okay? Some people might… freak out a little.”

“Freak out?”

“Well, folks aren’t used to machine-people around here, so they might react a bit, um… unpredictably? It’s just safer this way, for now.“

“Hmm.” Zee didn’t sound convinced. “Lying is wrong, though.”

Rain suspected machines didn’t have the most nuanced views on morality. “Yeah, well, right and wrong are luxuries you sometimes can’t afford ‘round here. What’s right is to protect yourself. Just trust me on this until we figure things out, alright?”

“I trust you,” Zee said, holding Rain in a hug from behind. “What about that man, Rock, though? If he does not find a hole in the wall, will he not get suspicious?”

Rain chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. The thing about Rock is he’s about as dumb as his name. He’s an okay guy, and for sure one you’d want at your back in a fight, but not the type who’s gonna be solving any mysteries. If he even bothers checking the wall, it wouldn’t surprise me if he did find something to fix in that rickety thing, so it’s all good.”

“In a fight?” Zee repeated. “Are there often fights here?”

Rain had meant to reassure her, but now the girl had latched onto the wrong detail in her explanation and sounded worried. “Well, sometimes.” Only once or twice a day, she thought, but left unsaid. “But we’ll do our best to keep you out of those, okay?”

She felt Zee nod against her back as she slowly drove up the crowded main street, occasionally zigzagging around passersby who were not concerned with getting out of the way. They passed by buildings made of a mishmash of brick, stone, metal panels, and occasionally well-preserved wood, then Rain turned into one of the tiny side streets that crisscrossed the town and stopped the bike.

On the street corner were two teenage girls, begging for scraps. Not an uncommon scene around town, unfortunately; it was a tough world, and it tended to leave behind many orphans. Rain knew the pair by sight, but couldn’t remember their names. She didn’t envy then, it was a hard life on the streets. She had been in their place, once, so she knew that very well.

Fishing through her pack, she grabbed a coil of wire she had found earlier and tossed it to the girls. One of them, a redhead, probably pretty under that layer of dirt, caught it awkwardly. Both girls stared at the object with round eyes, then at Rain, apparently too shocked to say anything.

“Put it to good use,” Rain said, nodding at the two before continuing on into the narrow alley. If they made a decent trade for the wire and were thrifty enough, they might be able to eat for a week or more.

“Are they friends of yours?” Zee asked naively.

“Something like that,” Rain replied vaguely, not really having the stomach to get into explaining the living conditions for street orphans in Dead End at that moment. “Better continue on foot from here,” she added an instant later, getting off her bike, “these alleys weren’t really thought out for driving.” They weren’t really thought out at all, in fact; they just happened as people built makeshift houses next to one another.

Zee jumped off as well and followed as Rain started walking, pulling her bike along. The girl seemed to be holding up the hem of her long cloak to avoid getting it dirty on the dusty ground, exposing her bare feet.

“Oh um, I’ll try to find you some shoes soon. Oh, and clothes, I guess.” It occurred to Rain that she had not given much thought to what bringing the little android home would entail. It had seemed like the right thing to do, but now she was responsible for the girl — at least until she learned to get by on her own. It was a good thing that money shouldn’t be a problem for a while, once she had offloaded her recent acquisitions.

“I am fine. I don’t want to be any trouble,” Zee protested.

“It’s no bother. Anyway, we can’t have you walking around naked, huh?” Wouldn’t be a bad sight, though, Rain thought, a little guiltily.

After a few twists and turns, they made it to Rain’s home, a small but well-built brick building that she had taken over some years ago when its previous owner disappeared into the Waste. People around there weren’t terribly particular about property rights.

Next to it was a shoddy shed made of rusty metal panels that she had built to store her bike. “Decent enough town” or not, the vehicle would be gone by morning if she left it out in the open. She opened its padlocked door and dragged the bike inside, then carried her newfound loot into the house proper, with some help from Zee for the heavy power cell.

“Well, this is it,” Rain declared, indicating the modest two-room home. They stood in the living area, which contained an old couch, a table and some chairs, cupboards and a few storage containers, as well as a charcoal cookstove. Off to one side was Rain’s small bedroom. “It’s not much, I guess, but it serves well enough.” Piles of clothes lying here and there and some dirty cookware completed the decor. “Err, sorry about the mess,” she added self-consciously.

“Oh! I can clean it up for you!” Zee exclaimed with an enthusiasm that Rain very rarely felt for household chores.

“That’s okay, I’ll take care of it later,” Rain said, chuckling at the girl’s eagerness. “Is cleaning and the like what you’re normally, um, built to do?”

“I am meant to take care of all my owner’s requests. Cleaning, and cooking possibly, and um… well… I don’t really know, specifically. I’m supposed to download instructions based on the request, but…” Zee trailed off dispiritedly.

Rain had to wonder how far those requests could go, considering how the android seemed to be so very human-like down to the most intimate details. “Well, now you get to learn how to do stuff the hard way, no cheating.” She winked, hoping to cheer the girl up. “And you don’t have to take orders from anyone.”

Zee nodded uncertainly, but she seemed to be heartened a little. “You will teach me?”

“Sure.” Rain nodded, then let out a long yawn. “Maybe not just now, though. I feel like I could sleep for three days straight.”

“Oh! You should get some rest!”

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that if you don’t mind.” Now that she had successfully made it home, Rain suddenly felt very weary. “Are you tired? Or, err, do you even sleep?”

“I can enter a low power ‘standby’ mode to save energy when I have no task to accomplish.”

“Um, right. That sounds… practical, I guess?” Rain wasn’t sure what to make of that, it sounded like sleeping at will to her. “Well, you can stand by or whatever on the couch, if you want. Doesn’t look like much, but it’s pretty comfy.” She fetched an extra blanket from a trunk, then hesitated. “Oh, err, I guess you probably don’t get cold either, huh?”

Zee smiled and shook her head. “No, but that is thoughtful. Thank you, I will take it.” She grabbed the blanket and laid it on the couch, then casually shrugged out of her cloak and, now naked, began to carefully fold the garment.

Rain swallowed, her eyes unwittingly roaming over the android’s youthful-looking body, which seemed to capture the perfect moment between childhood and adolescence. Her proud nascent breasts, her perfectly hairless sex, her small pert butt, all made Rain wonder just how human the machine-girl could be.

Zee finished folding her clothing and deposited it on the armrest, then lay down on the couch under the blanket, breaking the spell she had held over Rain.

“Ahem. Um, right, good night then,” Rain mumbled, finally looking away guiltily now that it was too late. “Well, it’s not really night yet, but you know what I mean.”

“Good night and rest well,” Zee replied cheerfully, oblivious to Rain’s naughty thoughts about her.

Rain walked to her room, closed the door, then resisted the urge to simply collapse on her bed. Instead, she first made herself undress and perfunctorily clean up, using water from a bucket.

She had expected to fall asleep instantly when she finally slid under the covers, but found herself distracted by images of Zee’s alluring nude body floating in her mind. They refused to dissipate, no matter how hard she tried to focus on other things.

The android actually reminded Rain of the first girl she had ever been with, when she herself was around Zee’s age — or the age that Zee looked, anyway. The girl’s name had been Flower, a little blonde as pretty as her namesake. Though perhaps not quite matching Zee’s perfect beauty — after all, it’s hard to compete with someone artificially designed to be beautiful — she had definitely inflamed young Rain’s nascent desires, and they had made some very fun discoveries together.

Rain smiled as some memories came flooding back. They’d had to hide in a storage shed — even if they hadn’t been up to some mischief, the girl’s parents would certainly not have approved of their little darling frequenting a street rat like Rain. There, Flower had lifted up her shirt to show off her budding breasts with a mixture of shyness and pride, leaving Rain — still flat as a boy at the time — speechless with lustful wonder. It had been the most exciting moment of her young life at that point, and even today the thought sent a thrill through her. She’d had a thing for petite women ever since.

The reminiscence only served to turn her on further. One of her hands sneaked up to her inner thigh, where it paused as she hesitated. Rain eyed the door a moment, then shrugged to herself. She could be quiet, and she would surely sleep even better after this. Her hand continued its journey until it found its warm and increasingly wet destination between her legs, drawing a contented sigh from her lips.

The memory of a later day popped up in her mind. In that same storage shed, Flower had had her back against an oil drum, pants around her ankles — to this day, Rain was still vaguely aroused by the smell of oil. The girl had looked mighty uncertain about what was being proposed by Rain, who was kneeling in front of her. Rain had heard older girls talking about this, though, and with her lover’s sex inches from her face, it had seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Flower had quickly grown very enthusiastic about the idea after the first lick.

Remembering her first taste of that intimate nectar, Rain slipped two fingers into her own pussy, while pressing her palm against her clit. Just the thing to wind down after a hard day, she thought. Her mind wandered through the surprises and delights of early experiences, her arousal mounting as she pleasured herself, but with a hint of sad longing for Flower — who was now gone, her family having relocated to another settlement years ago.

After a moment, the scene playing in her head shifted, dreamlike, and Flower somehow transformed into Zee. Slightly bemused, but too turned on to really care, Rain rolled with the new situation, imagining introducing the little android to oral pleasures, wondering if that was even possible.

“Rain? Are you all right?” Zee’s very real voice suddenly cut through the fantasy.

Rain nearly jumped out of her skin and stared at the girl who had appeared in her doorway, still as beautifully naked as she had been in Rain’s imagination. “Err… yes?” she hazarded guiltily. She was fairly certain that she had been quiet.

“Your heart rate was rapidly increasing, your breathing growing irregular, and your body temperature getting warmer as well,” Zee explained. “I was worried something was wrong.”

“Oh. You can… hear and see all that?” Clearly, the machine-girl was full of surprises. “Through the door?”

“I am equipped with highly sensitive auditory and thermal sensors,” the android revealed matter-of-factly. “Detecting potential dangers, or family members who might be in difficulty, is a very important task.”

“Ah, um, right. That makes some sense, I guess,” Rain conceded. So much for any privacy. “Ahem, well, I’m fine. I was just, um… you know…” she trailed off, but Zee only looked at her curiously. No, of course she didn’t know. “Err, right. It’s just a thing people do to, um, feel good and relax.”

“Oh. Like meditation? Doctor Nakamura practiced meditation and told me about it.”

Rain laughed. “Um, no. Probably the opposite of that. Do you… know what having sex means?”

The girl seemed to think about it for a moment but eventually shook her head. “No. I have heard someone mention that before but… I was busy with some tests at the time and didn’t look it up.”

“Well, it’s, um… When two people like each other, they can, err, get together and, um… See, there are parts of the human body that can feel really good to touch, so… Well, people can have fun touching each other, er, in many ways… There are a lot of possibilities, really. And you can do it by yourself, but it’s not really called sex then.” Rain winced at her terrible explanation. She had not exactly been prepared to give an impromptu lesson in sex education.

Zee seemed intrigued and took a few steps into the room. “Oh, really? I wonder if I am capable of this as well. Can you teach me?” she asked, all innocence.

Rain swallowed hard, eyes glued to Zee’s nude figure. There was nothing at that moment that she desired more than to “teach” the girl, but still, it seemed questionable. Strictly speaking, Zee wasn’t really a kid, despite her appearance, but she was still rather childlike in many ways. While Rain had certainly no objections to young girls exploring their sexuality, as she had done herself, in this instance it was difficult to judge whether Zee’s interest was “real” or born of some sort of built-in eagerness to please. “Erm, well, it’s kind of an intimate thing…” she argued weakly.

“Oh. But you said we were friends and that you would teach me everything…” Zee said piteously.

The young girl looked so crestfallen that Rain immediately felt her resolve to do the “right thing,” such as it was, wavering. “It’s not that simple. The thing about sex is, um…“ she began, struggling to find an argument that Zee would understand. She was “too young”? That didn’t make much sense considering the android probably didn’t age in any meaningful way, and Rain couldn’t honestly claim that her youthful shape wasn’t very appealing. Sex should only be between lovers? Rain didn’t really believe that in the least; in fact, she had slept with girls she had known for a shorter time than Zee.

The proximity of the girl’s tempting body made it increasingly hard for Rain to remember why she was hesitating. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit she was dying to explore how intimately lifelike the android really was.

“Come here,” she gave in, voice thick with desire, patting a spot on the bed next to her.

Zee happily pattered over and climbed onto the bed.

Rain’s breath caught in her throat. Slowly, she reached out and caressed Zee’s cheek softly with the back of one finger. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

“Thank you.” Zee smiled brightly. “You are very pretty as well.”

“You think so?” Rain had to wonder again if androids were simply made to be polite and to return compliments.

Zee’s eyes roamed over Rain’s body, the bed sheets having slipped to her waist and uncovered her breasts, and nodded.

Rain yearned to push the girl down on the bed, kiss her passionately, run her hands all over her body, but restrained herself. Instead, she brought her face closer to Zee’s, and said, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

Zee lifted her eyebrows, looking a little surprised at the request. “Kiss? A-all right,” she agreed, more timid than she had been.

Rain closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the girl’s in a tender kiss. Her mouth was soft and warm. Zee remained motionless at first, then after a moment began to tentatively move her lips a little, following Rain’s lead.

“How’s that?” Rain murmured after the kiss was broken. She fervently hoped that Zee had enjoyed the experience, because it had only served to stoke her own arousal and push any doubts to the back of her mind.

“It felt… funny,” the girl said slowly, sounding unsure of her feelings.

“In a good way, or a bad way?”

“I think… I liked it,” Zee decided, nodding. “I have never felt anything like that before. Is this the kind of touching that you said felt good?”

Rain chuckled. “Well, that’s part of it, but it gets much better,” she promised.

“Oh? Like what?”

Rain smiled at the sweet, innocent girl, and couldn’t help giving her another quick kiss. “I’ll show you,” she said, then tossed the bed sheets aside. “Here, sit between my legs.”

Zee complied, sitting in the indicated spot, her back to Rain.

Rain wrapped her arms around the gorgeous girl, thrilled to be able to touch her. Her nipples, pressed against Zee’s back, hardened instantly. She deposited a trail of kisses from the android’s neck to her shoulder.

Zee giggled. “That tickles a little. But it’s nice.”

“Isn’t it?” Rain gently turned Zee’s face towards her, and kissed her again, with more passion this time. She savoured the velvety feel of the girl’s lips, so lifelike and so exciting. They exchanged smiles afterwards — Rain’s eager, Zee’s a little shy.

Rain pulled back a little, and ran one hand from the small of Zee’s back up to her neck, appreciating the contrast of her darker skin against the pale android’s. She noticed a kind of tattoo-like symbol on the girl’s right shoulder blade — the stamp of her makers, maybe. Tentatively, she traced the outline of the electronic socket in the back of Zee’s neck, the only outward evidence that she was not quite what she appeared. Rain could still scarcely believe it.

She let her hand drop back down, and instead slipped it around Zee’s waist to caress her belly, tracing circles around her belly button. Her skin was so soft. After a moment, her pulse quickening, Rain trailed her hand upwards until she could cup one of the young girl’s small breasts. She was pleased to hear Zee gasp a little in response, and even more to feel her nipple stiffen against her palm.

Clearly, there was no doubt now that Zee’s creators had designed their androids for at least the possibility that they be used for sexual purposes. Rain felt a little guilty that she was taking advantage of this “feature,” but was also glad that she would be able to give pleasure to her new friend.

She fully intended to do just that. Her other hand joined the first on Zee’s chest, caressing her breasts, teasing her little nipples. Meanwhile, her mouth was busy at the girl’s neck, kissing, licking, nuzzling. She could feel Zee’s body tensing up in her arms. “How does that feel?” she whispered in her ear.

“It feels… ah! Really good. Somehow. It’s very strange. I do not understand what’s… mmm… what’s happening to my body.” The machine-girl sounded quite confused, but her sexy little moans were irresistible to Rain.

“It’s okay. Just relax and enjoy it.” Rain nibbled gently on Zee’s earlobe, which she seemed to enjoy quite a bit, judging by the little gasps she let out.

Zee took the words to heart, lying back against Rain, and limply giving herself up to a lover’s touch. From time to time, her body quivered with pleasure, or a soft moan escaped her lips.

After a moment, Rain decided that Zee was ready for the next step. Slipping a hand down, she caressed up one leg, then down the other, teasing — mostly for her own amusement, she supposed, since the innocent android was probably oblivious to the concept of being teased. Moving on to Zee’s inner thigh, she slowly dragged her fingers up to the girl’s smooth sex, softly brushing against the sensitive flesh.

Rain smiled at the sharp intake of breath from Zee. “This is the best part,” she whispered in the girl’s ear before pushing a finger between her nether lips. She was thrilled — but not entirely surprised, at this point — to discover that the android could get wet with arousal, and she made good use of the slipperiness to rub, tease, and prod at the right places.

“Ah! Rain! This is…!” Zee sounded quite shocked by the sensation, and seemingly at a loss for words.

“I know,” Rain said, grinning. “Pretty great, isn’t it?” She rubbed up and down Zee’s slit, paying special attention to her clit, while her other hand gently pinched the girl’s nipples. Zee was moaning louder now, breathing harder.

Tentatively, Rain poked at the entrance to the girl’s vagina, gently slipping the tip of her middle finger in and, encountering no resistance, pushed until her whole finger was inside. She began slowly moving in and out, and brought her other hand down to play with Zee’s clit.

The android was panting hard now and, if it was accepted that she would react like a human, Rain judged that she was getting pretty close to a nice orgasm.

Intent to push the girl over the edge, Rain gradually accelerated her movements until Zee tensed up in her arms, then suddenly cried out. For long moments, the girl twitched and quivered, moaning loudly all the while, evidently experiencing quite the overwhelming climax.

“Looks like you enjoyed that,” Rain said knowingly after Zee had quieted down.

“I… I don’t know how to describe it. I had no idea it was possible to feel this way,” Zee said wonderingly, still panting a little.

Rain chuckled. “Yeah, I know just what you mean.” Now that she wasn’t otherwise preoccupied, a detail that had been nagging at her for the past few minutes came to the forefront in her mind. “Err, wait, do you… breathe?”

“Oh. I don’t actually require air to function, but I do simulate breathing in order to appear more lifelike,” Zee explained haltingly, still trying to catch her artificial breath. “I… don’t know why I’m breathing harder right now,” she added, confused.

“Don’t worry, that’s very lifelike too,” Rain said, laughing again. She disentangled herself from the girl, and let her lie back on the bed. Once again, her eyes drank in every detail of Zee’s perfect body, her lust not abated in the least. With her unusual pale blue hair fanned out around her, looking at Rain innocently, the machine-girl still managed to look as sweet and angelic as ever, despite still recovering from a very recent orgasm.

Rain let her hands roam in light caresses all over Zee’s soft skin, enjoying the erotic feel of the young girl’s body, feeding her own arousal. She bent down to kiss Zee’s mouth, softly to begin with, then, lust making her bolder, she pushed her tongue between the android’s lips.

Unsurprisingly, Zee didn’t seem to know what to make of that intrusion at first, but after some prodding, she opened her mouth a little to welcome Rain’s tongue. She didn’t initially respond while Rain nudged and teased with her tongue, but after a moment she appeared to grasp the idea and began to answer in kind. Their tongues danced for a long while, Zee gradually getting more confident and skillful as she received a crash course in making out.

“Mmm,” Rain let out as the kiss finally ended. She was finding it was quite the turn on to teach the innocent android the ways of pleasure.

“I didn’t know tongues could be used… this way,” Zee said, sounding a little surprised. “It was nice.”

“Heh, there are a lot of fun ways to use tongues,” Rain assured her, imagining some at that very moment and feeling a warm flush between her legs.

“Oh? Like what else?” the girl asked with her usual naive curiosity.

Rain grinned. “I’ll show you.”

She gave Zee another quick kiss, then moved on to her ear, teasing the lobe with her tongue until the girl gave a little shiver. Smiling, Rain then traced a wet trail down Zee’s neck and onto her chest. She kissed and licked her way around the perfect little breasts, avoiding the nipples at first but slowly spiraling in until she could take one stiff nub between her lips, rapidly flicking her tongue over it and drawing a cute little moan from Zee.

“How does that feel?” Rain asked huskily.

“It feels wonderful,” Zee said in a whimper.

Rain took her time kissing and fondling, teasing and licking every inch of those small tits that excited her so much, even very gently biting the hard nipples. All the while, Zee’s soft moans were a delight to her ears.

She felt like she could have kept going like this for a very long time, but was also eager to get her mouth on another prize. Reluctantly leaving Zee’s breasts behind, she licked her way down across the girl’s ribs and onto her stomach, where she paused to tease and tickle her cute belly button with her tongue.

Looking up, she saw that Zee was watching her progress curiously, perhaps guessing her final destination. Rain winked and observed the android’s expression as her tongue continued on its way down. She was pleased to see the girl gasp, her mouth open in an O of surprise, as the tongue met her perfect hairless sex.

Rain relished the feel of the little android’s pussy under her mouth; it was very much like a real girl’s. Though it didn’t really have any distinct taste or smell, to Rain’s slight disappointment, it was still a joy to explore its soft wet folds.

She kept eye contact with Zee throughout, and it was quite the erotic thrill to watch pleasure wash across the girl’s face as Rain lapped at her pussy and nudged the sensitive bits with her tongue.

After a moment, she couldn’t resist slipping a hand down to her own dripping sex to give herself some satisfaction as well. She slowly worked a finger in and out, not really actively seeking release just yet, but teasing herself with a taste of the pleasure she was giving her partner. Her muffled moans joined Zee’s little mewling cries.

After a moment, she felt Zee’s hips begin to push back against her mouth. She smiled inwardly; human or not, the girl instinctively sought more pleasure. Rain was only too happy to give her what she wanted. She concentrated her energy on Zee’s little clit, licking and gently sucking on it.

Rain noticed that one of Zee’s hands was now playing with her small chest, teasing her nipples, and she wondered if the girl was doing it knowingly or purely by instinct. In any case, her cries were becoming increasingly urgent, and Rain knew she would soon reach her second orgasm of the day — her second orgasm ever, in fact.

Intensifying her efforts, she once again pushed the girl over the edge. Zee let out little high-pitched cries as she came, and clamped her thighs around Rain’s head. This only served to further encourage Rain, who put all her energy into letting Zee ride the orgasm for as long as she could.

Finally, when the girl had quieted some, Rain moved up to lie beside her. She held the panting android in her arms while she slowly caught her breath and recovered from the intense pleasure. Rain was still as aroused as ever, and eager to get some relief as well, but she forced herself to be patient and not rush things.

“Is this what friends do together?” Zee asked after some time.

Rain laughed. “Err, not generally, I don’t think. Maybe some very close friends.” She’d had a few friends like that, after all.

Zee turned to her with a bright smile, apparently quite happy that they could be considered close friends, then something seemed to occur to her. “Oh, I should um… Would you like me to do it for you too?”

“I think I’d like that a lot,” Rain understated. She had been desperately hoping that the girl would say something like that. “If you don’t mind,” she added.

Zee nodded and sat up. She looked over Rain’s body, hesitating, looking uncertain of where to begin.

Rain smiled and rose up as well. She pressed her lips to Zee’s, and soon slipped her tongue into the girl’s mouth, letting her pent-up desire flow into a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, she gently took Zee’s hand and guided it between her own legs. She definitely was not in the mood for slow foreplay. She moaned into Zee’s mouth as the machine-girl’s fingers tentatively slid between the lips of her sex.

“Ah! Fuck!” she gasped when Zee brushed her clit.

The android immediately pulled away. “Oh! Did I do it wrong? You said a bad word…”

“No, no, you’re doing great,” Rain reassured her, chuckling. “People sometimes say ‘bad’ words when they’re, you know, really excited. It’s fine.” She spread her legs wide to give Zee a good look. “See, the little nub here is called the clit. It’s very sensitive and it feels amazing when you touch it.”

Zee smiled. “Yes, I remember how it felt.” Gently, her fingers already slick with Rain’s arousal, she resumed rubbing her clit.

“Mmm, yes,” Rain purred. She was finding the whole situation extremely erotic. The fact that she was somehow having sex with a living machine, Zee’s charming innocence, and of course her delicious young body, everything was turning her on to an unbelievable degree.

Despite the girl’s lack of experience, Rain had no doubt that Zee would be able to bring her to a swift orgasm. She was a little torn between wanting the experience to last, and the burning need for release that had been building up since she began touching herself earlier. Deciding that a quick climax was perfectly fine — they could always do it all over again — she abandoned herself to Zee’s touch.

Just as she had aptly described earlier, the feel of the girl’s fingers on her clit was amazing. Her hips pushed back instinctively, and Zee seemed to grasp the message, pressing down harder on the sensitive little button. Rain screwed her eyes shut in pleasure.

She jumped a moment later when she felt Zee’s other hand join up with the first, and slowly slide a finger into her soaking sex. “Gods, yes!” she moaned. She was feeling the familiar, blissful pressure building up inside her as Zee’s finger pumped in and out of her pussy, generously aided by Rain’s thrashing hips.

“Curl your finger up a little… Ah! Yes, just like that!” Rain’s mind exploded from the combined assault on her clit and her secret spot. She screamed out loudly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her body until her brain couldn’t process anything but pure pleasure.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a long moment, when her consciousness slowly returned and she couldn’t endure any more. Through half-closed eyelids, she saw Zee smile sweetly at her, seemingly proud of herself.

Rain pulled the girl to her and gave her a soft kiss. Her mind was hazy with the afterglow, and thoughts of continuing their carnal activities quickly fled away as the intense weariness of the long day came rushing back with a vengeance. Instead, she snuggled up against her new friend — and lover, she supposed — quickly falling into a deep sleep.

 The End (for now)

Loving Lisa, Chapter 7

  • Posted on February 3, 2017 at 3:03 pm

By JetBoy

A single word abruptly wrenched me from my slumber.

“Mom?”

My eyes flew open, and I saw a small silhouetted form in the doorway. Vanessa. Oh, no.

I fought to conceal my jangling nerves, to seem convincingly drowsy. “What, honey?”

“I — I can’t find Lisa. I thought maybe she was in the bathroom, but she’s not.”

Stay calm. Oh, God, this whole room must reek of sex. “C’mere, sweetie.” My daughter drew close to the bed, the gold of her hair shimmering in the moonlight. “Lisa’s here with me.”

A pause. Vanessa peered at the barely-lit shape of the girl’s head, resting on the pillow next to mine. “Um, is she okay?”

I took a calming breath. It appeared that I’d just dodged a bullet — Nessa was blissfully ignorant of what I’d been up to with her little friend. Still, I needed a good reason for Lisa being in bed with me…

I grasped at straws, managed to snatch one. “Oh, she came in a little while ago and said her bottom was still sore. I put some more lotion on it, and she just…” I glanced back over my shoulder at the dozing girl, “just fell asleep.”

“Mmm. Okay.” Another pause.

Then I understood what she really wanted, but was too embarrassed to ask for. “Nessa? You want to lie here with me for awhile?”

She gave me a pleased smile. “Can I?”

“Sure.” I lifted the covers to the side of me. “Here you go, honey — come on in.”

And Vanessa crept into bed beside me. I reached for her, and she snuggled into my arms. I felt her warm breath on my shoulder.

“You haven’t gotten in bed with me in ages, kiddo,” I said, patting her back. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“No. no… I dunno, I just kinda feel like — like bein’ close to you right now.”

I smiled. So precious. “That’s more than fine with me. I know you’re a big girl — almost a grown-up, huh?”

“ALmost,” she said. “I’m gettin’ there!”

“Be that as it may, you’re still always welcome to come sleep with me if you want to — or need to. Don’t ever get so grown up that you’re too old for Mom time… okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.” She gave my shoulder a kiss.

We lay quietly for a bit, then she lifted her head. “Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you naked?”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, trying to take a casual tone. “That’s how I usually sleep, at least until the nights get cold.”

“Mmmm.” She laid her head down. “You feel nice.”

Another long silence. Then her little voice against my neck: “Um, Mom?”

“What is it, honey?”

“Umm… I had gymnastics yesterday.”

“I know. Ms. Perkins tells me you’re one of her best students.”

“Uh-huh.” Pause. “Well, we did splits.”

“Mmm, those are tough.”

“Yeah, I know. And, umm… I’m still pretty sore, too.”

“Are you?” What’s she getting at? I wondered.

“Yeah,” I felt her body shift slightly. “Thing is, my… my bottom, it’s really sore.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Well, I was kinda wondering — um, could you maybe rub me there, like, the same way we did for Lisa…?”

My heart went from idle to sixty in a matter of seconds. “You — you want me to give you a massage? Rub your bottom for you?”

I felt her nod. “Uh-huh. Could you, please?”

Oh, my little Nessa. Right then, I had a vision of that time I’d spied on my daughter as she danced naked. That luscious bare bottom, shaking to music I couldn’t hear. And I felt my cunt flowing all over again.

Could I do this, after the thoughts I’d been having about my daughter? After Lisa and I had become lovers for real?

I didn’t know how I could refuse. The very idea of saying no seemed impossible, even ridiculous.

“Sure, hon,” I kissed her head, then sat up. “Let’s… let’s get you ready here. Want to take off your top for me?”

She sat up and pulled the extra-large t-shirt — which Nessa preferred to girly nightgowns — over her head.

I glanced back at Lisa — she was still snoozing peacefully. “Let’s try not to wake Lisa up.”

“You don’t gotta worry ‘bout that,” Vanessa snickered. “Once Lisa’s asleep, nothin’ bugs her. You can turn on the light, play the radio, anything!”

“Really? Well, then, let’s… have a little light, okay?” I reached over and clicked the bedside lamp on to its lowest setting, which was still enough to give me what I wanted — a good view of my half-naked daughter.

There she sat, waiting patiently with a bunched-up t-shirt in her lap, gazing at me with eyes that seemed to hold some small awareness of an awakening desire — or was that all in my mind? At that moment, anything seemed possible.

Nessa’s tiny nipples stood, pink and erect. And her attention had been captured by my own breasts, the tips of them visibly swollen as well.

I glanced down. “My nipples are happy, looks like.” Our eyes met, and we exchanged amused smiles.

Tilting her head, Vanessa studied her own chest. “Mine are too… I think.”

The impulse I felt was too powerful to deny. I reached out and touched a finger to Vanessa’s nipple, trying to make it seem playful. “Yes, they are. You’ve got adorable little breasts, honey.”

She made a face. “Yeah, little is right.”

I lightly trailed the tips of my fingers over her nipples, then let my hand fall. Careful, I told myself. “Oh, Nessa, you’re growing up exactly like you should. I was built just the same when I was your age.”

“Really? ‘Cause your boobs are so big and… and beautiful now.” She blushed, kneading the bunched-up t-shirt in her lap.

I felt my own cheeks getting a little warm. “Awww, thank you, sweetie.”

She thrust her chest out a bit. “It felt really good when you touched my, um, nipples like that, Mom…”

“Mmmm, I’ll bet it did.” Reaching out, I began to caress her again.

Her eyes drifted shut for a few heartbeats. Then she opened them and looked at my breasts again, her mouth slightly open, then raised her eyes to mine and whispered, “Mom? C-can I…?”

My heart was throbbing so hard it seemed ready to explode. I could read it clear as day in Nessa’s longing gaze, and knew what she wanted from me.

“Yes, honeybunch. You can.”

Vanessa hesitantly reached out to brush a nipple, and it rose visibly. “Wow… it feels like it’s alive!”

I laughed. “It is… and I think it likes you.” Vanessa giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand. “Go ahead and squeeze it, that feels nice too.”

She did, and I felt a tremor run right through me, right down to my toes. Then Vanessa brought her other hand up to grasp the other nipple. And as I stared down at my daughter’s hands, they slowly opened like flowers, her fingers spreading out to cup my breasts.

Oh, my God. It was such a perfect, once-in-a-lifetime moment that I felt like crying when Nessa began to fondle me, her face a portrait of wide-eyed awe.

“Does this feel nice, Mom?” she whispered — cheeks flushed, her breathing quickened with excitement.

“Uh-huh, that’s… it’s so wonderful, honey…” I gazed at my diligent, loving child, and leaned in to kiss her. Nessa’s eyes drifted shut as I pressed my lips to hers, our mouths brushing together just a second or two longer than mother and daughter kisses usually did.

NO. Take a deep breath, damn it — get a grip on yourself!

The temptation was there to give into my madness, to let my tongue slip between Vanessa’s parted lips, to take my daughter right then and there. I still possessed a measure of self control, barely enough to stop me from giving in and kissing my daughter like a lover.

But I wanted to. Merciful heavens, how desperately I wanted to!

Somehow I managed to pull away, “Mmm, okay, sweetie,” I said, gently plucking her hands from my chest, “that’s enough for now.” She was obviously disappointed by my stopping her fun, but I couldn’t let myself weaken. Not yet, anyhow, my perverted mind added.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “So, hon — if I’m going to massage your bottom, let’s get that done. It’s late, we should both be asleep.”

She went from glum to elated in a heartbeat. “Cool!”

I patted the bed next to Lisa, who was still dead to the world. “Lay down on your tummy here.” She did so, her little panty-clad bottom flexing in anticipation.

“Actually,” and my voice shook just slightly, “p-perhaps we should take off your underpants first?”

“Okay. Umm… can you take ‘em off for me?” She twitched her butt to and fro in a most enticing way.

With my heart pounding explosively, I hooked a finger on each side of the waistband. “Lift up.”

She raised her hips, and I slid the cotton undies down her legs and off. Oh, my, such a beautifully formed, baby-smooth bottom! She had very light tan lines, and there was a tiny line along the bottom of each soft buttock where her panties had held.

I hadn’t seen my girl’s ass since witnessing her little naked bedroom dance. But honestly, I’d never seen Vanessa’s butt, really seen it, ever. Not like this — up close and intimate, through the eyes of a lesbian.

I reached over her to retrieve a tube of lotion from my bedside drawer — not as sweet-smelling as the stuff we’d used on Lisa, but it would do quite nicely. Squeezing a dollop into my palm, I briskly rubbed my hands together. “Gotta warm this up,” I murmured. “Don’t want that pretty butt of yours getting cold.”

Vanessa giggled, her pale buttocks contracting just a bit.

Trying to keep my hands from shaking, I gently placed them on my daughter’s bottom, one on each cheek. It felt exactly like I’d expected, but still, the softness thrilled me to the liquid core. “Is that okay?”

“Mmm-hmm…” came her voice, somewhat muffled by the pillow.

I began moving my fingers in long, slow circles. Outward to her hips, down her sides, then thumbs taking a path back up her crack — without slipping inside, though — and around again.

“Ohhhh, that feels sooo goooood…” the little voice murmured.

Despite my nervousness, I had to smile, pleased that Nessa liked what I was doing. “It’s supposed to, honey. You tell me if anything else hurts, so I can work on that too.”

“Sure,” she sighed happily.

We fell silent for a moment, and the only sound in the room was the soft glide of my lotioned hands on Vanessa’s skin. At least, until our reverie was interrupted by a small snore from Lisa.

Nessa chuckled. “See what I mean? She’s out cold!”

“Yeah, I suppose… Lisa pretty much fell asleep right after I massaged her bottom again.”

“So, um… was her butt still red?”

“A little.”

A pause. “I prob’ly shouldn’t have done that dare, I guess…”

“Oh, Nessa, it was only in fun. No harm done.” My thumbs were on the upward glide, and her bottom was relaxed enough that her tiny, perfect rosebud was revealed. Mmm, it looked luscious. “She’s just fine, hon. Really.”

“Okay.” A pause. “Uh, Mom?” Her bottom shifted as her legs parted slightly.

“What, honey?”

“I… I’m kinda sore in the middle, too…”

The middle. Oh, my goodness. “You are?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, and her legs opened further, revealing the sweet pink crease of her pussy. She kept her face turned from me, speaking to the pillow. “I dunno, I guess doin’ those dumb splits made me sore there, too.”

“Uh-huh…” Oh God, my daughter was opening herself to me, for me. I felt my cunt throb at the exquisite sight of her smooth slit. “So by ‘in the middle’, sweetheart, you mean… between your legs?”

“Kinda… yeah.”

I continued to stroke her bottom, a silent war going on inside me. Nessa was asking me to touch her pussy, as if it was the most natural thing for a mother to do.

No way in the world to sugarcoat that — if I gave in, I’d be masturbating my daughter.

How could I say yes? How could I say no? After all, it had been her suggestion. But it was incest, damn it, incest with a minor! Then again, Nessa seemed so… so casual about the whole thing, making the act of fondling her sex seem perfectly innocent.

Was it, though? There was certainly nothing innocent about the sex fantasies I’d been having about my little girl. And what about Vanessa — was she really “sore in the middle”? Or was she trying to trick me into touching her in a sexual way? Could my eleven-year-old actually be having those kinds of thoughts about her own mother?

This wild whirl of questions raced through my mind in a matter of seconds, leaving me beyond perplexed. Meanwhile, my daughter was waiting for me to respond.

My lips parted, and the single word fell out as if I’d been programmed to say it.

“Okay.” I paused in my stroking, resting my hand on her rump. “Tell you what, though. Let’s… let’s put a pillow under your hips. It’ll make it easier.”

“Sure!” Vanessa chirped, lifted her pelvis so I could slide my other pillow beneath her. Now her hips were elevated slightly, that beautiful bottom raised up and open.

“That’s better. Now spread your legs apart just a little bit more, hon, so I can see what I’m doing.”

My little gymnast did just that, fully revealing the treasure between her thighs. Now there was no mistaking it — Nessa’s sex was glistening with wetness. She was extremely turned on, that much was certain.

I tried not to dwell on what that meant, forcing my fears and reservations to one side to be dealt with later. Right then, I had a job to do.

“First,” I breathed, “let’s get your legs relaxed, honey.” I slid both hands down to the tops of her slender thighs and began to massage them.

“Ooh, yeah, that’s pretty sore, too…”

“I’m not surprised — you work these a lot when you do splits.” My hands pressed in, gliding along my girl’s upper thighs, easing the tense muscles.

I spent a minute or two loosening Nessa up, because she really was tight down there — her blissful sighs made that obvious. Then, once she began to relax for real, I allowed my thumb to lightly graze her slit.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, that’s… that’s where I really… mmm yes, right there, Mom!”

My cunt was dripping wet, flowing like a leaky faucet. I had one hand rubbing Vanessa’s ass, while the other was cupping her pretty pussy. I ran two fingers up and down the moist, smooth flesh, feeling it grow increasingly juicy to the touch, breathing in deeply to drink in the scent of my daughter‘s excitement. “Is this where it hurts, honey?”

Vanessa’s breath was coming in ragged bursts. “A… a little, yeah. It f-feels, um, kinda weird…”

Give her a chance to end this if she wants to, I told myself. “Should I stop?”

“No, no, Mom!” she cried. “Keep…d-doing that, just like you are… it’s… um, it’s really good.”

Well, that settled that. So I continued to fondle her, my hand growing bolder as I groped Nessa’s bare butt, my fingers tickling her cunt. I’d never thought of using that word to describe her sex — but at that moment, nothing else would do.

I felt Vanessa’s wetness, the warm ooze of her excitement as I masturbated her. She’d started to moan soft and low, almost humming. And I was moaning, too.

All at once, my finger just… slipped in. Right inside my daughter.

We both froze. Vanessa’s sex had been opening up to me gradually, so with one stroke, I’d penetrated her without intending to. I was paralyzed, uncertain of what to do — and then I felt and saw my daughter push herself back against me, trying to take my finger even deeper!

Needing no further encouragement, I sank my finger deeper, more fully inside her vagina. My God, she felt incredible — so hot, so tight, so slippery!

I began to move in and out of her, and Vanessa was now openly fucking herself against me, her buttocks spreading open with each thrust. The sight of her pink star was too tempting to resist — I trailed my index finger down the smooth crack of Nessa’s pumping ass, pressing the tip against her anus. Still lubricated by lotion, it slid into my daughter’s rectum with ease.

Feeling like a goddess of all things sexual, I began a rhythmic penetration of my sweet Nessa’s holes, both fingers moving in opposition — one finger in and one out, then the other way around.

“Mmmmm, ohhh, Mom… ohhhh, it feels so good, so good, mmmMMMMMmmyes…!”

I was drunk on it all — Vanessa’s heat, her ecstatic moans, the rich, thick aroma of her pussy, the sight of my daughter as she rode my fingers like a woman possessed.

Knowing that we’d gone past the point of no return, I leaned down and began kissing Nessa’s bottom, hot open-mouthed kisses that surely made it clear to my daughter that I was no longer giving massage therapy — I was making love to her.

She wailed, “Oh, MOM!” and began thrusting her hips against my face. Overwhelmed with lust, wanting to get even dirtier with her, I pulled my finger out of Nessa’s asshole and began licking her crack.

This put my baby over the edge. She cried out, “OhhHHHHHhh Mom, I c-can’t — oh God, I love you s-so much — oohHHHHhh Mommy, Nnngggghaaahhh!”

My daughter came hard — shuddering, panting, her body seizing up again and again — finally crumpling into the sheets, her body glazed with perspiration, gasping for breath. I carefully extracted my finger from her cunt, bringing it to my lips to taste.

I felt a hand on my shoulder — and turned to see Lisa, still gloriously naked, kneeling next to me. Her eyes were wide and she was grinning with barely contained excitement at the sight of me fucking my daughter.

“Wow…” she breathed into my ear,” “That was so hot!” She reached out to caress Nessa’s bottom.

My dazed daughter raised her head and looked back, her mouth falling open, her eyes widening at the sight of me and her best friend, side by side and completely naked. Lisa winked sexily at Nessa as she began to fondle my breasts. She turned her head to lick at my ear, and I shivered deliciously.

I reached for my daughter’s hand and drew her to me. “I adore you, honey,” I say softly.

“Oh, Mom…” Nessa whispered.

I kissed her. Not like a mother, but as a lover, my tongue gently parting her lips, She was surprised, but got over it right away, her own tongue surging forth to meet mine.

We came together in a passionate clutch, our arms entwining around one another’s bare bodies. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. My darling daughter was in my arms, holding me, kissing me deeply, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth as I caressed her. Then I felt her hands palming my breasts, brushing my nipples, ohhh my goodness!

Then a shift, and I was kissing another sweet sweet mouth, my lover Lisa. Vanessa lowered her face to my breasts and took a nipple into the heat of her mouth, eagerly sucking.

I was tongue-kissing Lisa hotly, holding her close with one arm. Suddenly she pushed me onto my back and, grinning wickedly, climbed between my thighs, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowered her face to my dripping pussy and began to lick me. Oooooohhhhhh, SO wonderful!

I saw Vanessa’s face above mine, giving me a smile of love that almost brought tears to my eyes. Her lips parted as she leaned in close to kiss me passionately. As our mouths feasted hungrily, I felt my daughter’s hand fondling my breasts. Lisa’s mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere between my legs as she ate my pussy.

Their hands ran all over my body, caressing my bottom, my belly, my legs, my pubes, my slit. Then somehow I was on my back, knees up, Lisa licking my cunt, Nessa kissing me, whispering words of love, stroking my hungry nipples. They were loving me, every inch of my body… and oh, yes, Lisa, suck my clit, it’s so wonderful, oh GOD, OHHH!!

Hold on for dear life, my sweet young lovers, as I bucked and thrashed helplessly, crying out loud as the sky came crashing down and everything went bright white for an instant, then faded to a soothing, cozy black.

I’d never come like that before. Never.

Both my adorable ones were resting in my arms. We kissed and hugged and murmured words of adoration, and I was happy to cuddle them both as we quickly drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 8

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The End of August, Part Two

  • Posted on February 2, 2017 at 5:13 pm

By Jane Doe

It’s hot, too hot to sleep. That’s my first thought as I slowly drift upwards through the layers of consciousness. I’m sweating, even though I’m naked aside from the sheet. Why am I sleeping naked? It smells like something, musky and strange, not a smell I’m used to. I reach out across the bed and for some reason I’m expecting to find something there, but there’s nothing but empty space.

My eyes slowly open to the light of morning and my gaze drifts across the room to my desk. Clean and neat, like I always keep it. A slight movement catches my eye and my eyes are drawn to Sara as she sits at her desk. The sight of her hits me like a punch in the chest and the memories of last night flood my brain. How can she be so beautiful? The question tears at my heart, making me feel like I’m going to choke on the lump rising in my throat. Her dark hair is spilling down her back, the soft yellow morning light lending a bronze cast to her skin. She’s sitting there motionless with her laptop in front of her, through the slats in the back of her chair I can see the curve of her back, a light sheen of sweat making her contours glisten. Now I know what I was expecting to find beside me… her scent is still on my pillows and sheets, the sight of her sitting there naked, even if I’m not seeing… I feel like I’m going crazy.

I’m up and out of the room, wrapped in my bathrobe and carrying my little basket of toiletries down to the bathroom. The water is almost scalding hot as it rains down on me, and I let it flow over me at first, just standing there. Then I start scrubbing. I have to get her scent off me. Out of my hair, off of my skin. What the fuck is wrong with her? What was she thinking? That I would like it? I scrub until my skin is raw. I think I’ve washed my hair three times, but I still don’t feel clean. I want nothing more than to get the feel of her off of me, but it’s like her hands are still there. Her hands and her lips, moving over my skin… I shudder with the memory of it, leaning back against the cold wall of the shower. What’s wrong with her? What’s wrong with me? Fuck this, she’s going to get a piece of my mind.

I climb out of the shower, wrap myself in my bath robe and storm down the hallway, ready to let her know what I think of her sick little perversions. I throw open our door, tirade half formed in the throat, but she’s gone. NO! She can’t do this to me and then just walk out… hide from the consequences of her actions like she always does. She can’t do this. What was it to her? Just another fuck, to be ditched in the morning? I wouldn’t doubt it knowing her.

Trembling with rage I slam the door shut behind me. Tears well up in my eyes but I don’t know why. I slide down, back against the door, heart twisting in my chest; the pain I feel punishing me for my own impotence. I hope it was worth it for her. I’m going to make her life a living hell. Just like she’s been doing to me.

I can’t do anything but cry and curse her until I notice the time. Hell… Now she’s made me late for class too. I throw on my uniform, try to hide the effects of my crying with makeup and get to class as quickly as possible. She’ll just have to wait. God, I hate her.

*****

It’s been an awful day, class after class, long and dull, and even when I see Sara I have to keep my rage bottled up. I don’t need to be the one expelled. Even with that in mind, every time I see her in the halls, everything boils up into my throat and I have to choke it back, as though it were a vile conglomeration of bodily fluids that seeped into my stomach and need to be expelled. Every time I see her my mind’s eye opens, showing me snapshots of what we did, things I wish I could forget.

For her part, she’s still Sara. As though nothing had happened. The same blasé look; the same slow, dignified gait; the same disinterested stare and aloof attitude. Am I nothing to her? Does she just not give a damn about any of it? When I think these things I feel like I’m going to cry, despair clutching at my heart and tears threatening to well up in my eyes.

But why does it matter? She’s a freak, a pervert and a bitch. I know how she uses people and then drops them. She’s just like Mom, and I hate them both.

Finally class ends and I find myself out in the courtyard, so lost in my own thoughts I was unaware I had made it so far. Standing in the bright sunlight, I cast my eyes about for an anchor to pull me out of my disorientation. As if God felt my need, the best anchor possible comes walking through the gate. I grin like a goon and run to meet Mark as he saunters on in, catching me in his arms easily. Troubles momentarily forgotten I plant a kiss on his lips and soon we’re surrounded by friends and everything seems normal. Thank the Lord for small favors.

With Mark’s arm around me and gossip being passed around our little circle I don’t even notice her until I catch my boyfriend’s gaze wandering past me. Of course he would notice her, right beside me, listening to my friends chatter with that passive look on her face and smug gleam in her eyes. Fury and outrage swell and threaten to boil over as she gives me a faint smile. How dare she just wander in and disrupt my world like this? I settle in against Mark’s side even closer, sliding an arm around his waist possessively and I see her smile falter then fade. It’s my turn to smile. She doesn’t like that, does she? Every bit of attention I lavish on him seems to sour her mood a bit more. Nuzzling his shoulder, playing with his hair, kissing his cheek; every little move bringing another crystal of ice into her eyes. Driving her farther back behind her pretentious façade. Does she think she has some kind of right to me? That she’s laid some sort of claim? I think not.

When I can see the fury simmering in her, a mirror to my own, I pull away from Mark just a bit, lacing my fingers with his as his arm drops from my shoulder. I give him a sly smile and a wink, excusing us from the gabbing circle of girls to… take a little walk. The girls get the idea and our departure is accompanied by giggles and knowing glances. Sara’s eyes are locked on Mark… he might think she looks interested. But I know her better than that, the only interest she has in him is possibly to castrate him at this point. Her anger is like a sweet balm to my mind and heart, and I feel lighthearted and unburdened as we wander the grounds, searching for a bit of privacy.

*****

I’ve avoided it as long as I can. Mark had to leave in time to get back to his school for dinner, though the making out in the meantime had been an escape. I went to dinner, studied, hung out in Charlotte’s room, talking about guys, anything I could think of to stay out of my room, stay away from her.

I sigh, staring up at the dormitory, dreading what waits inside. I guess I have to bite the bullet eventually, but as I pass into the building my feet feel like lead and I have to steel myself for the long slow climb up the stairs. I feel like I’m walking to the chopping block, the executioner waiting with his razor sharp axe. But why? It’s my room too. Why should she have this power over me, to make me feel like I can’t even return to my room?

My pace quickens and by the time I reach our door I’m almost running. I open the door forcefully and nearly slam it behind me as I enter. She doesn’t even look up. I stare at her with burning defiance until she meets my gaze. She’s lying on her bed, stretched out on her stomach with books open in front of her, maybe doing homework, maybe just doodling as she reads.

Her look is cold and closed. Distant, uncaring, the very essence of my dear sister. Our eyes lock and I will her to acknowledge my defiance, my independence, the fact that I will not be a slave to her whims and desires.

I should’ve known better. Once again I’m left with twisting frustration in my gut and embarrassment rising to my cheeks as she goes back to her books, her look dismissing me as an overemotional, overdramatic child. How does she do this to me? She doesn’t even have to speak to make me feel like this, as though I wasn’t even worth more than a moment of her time. To make me feel so ashamed of what I do, of how I feel. As if I were the unreasonable one.

Suddenly I feel like crying, my frustration jumping from my stomach to create a knot in my throat and make my eyes burn with shame.

Somehow I hold it in, clamping down with all my strength and willing myself to not let her see my vulnerability. So I simply slide into my bed quietly, doing all I can to maintain control. I lay there, staring up at the bunk above me where my sister, my twin, lies, and I can almost feel her disdain drip down from above.

*****

All is silent until lights out. I watch her as she climbs down, putting away her books and then turning off the lights, only changing into her pajamas in the darkness. My eyes haven’t adjusted enough to be able to see anything other than her vague form across the room by her dresser, and I have to ask myself if I really want to see more. She wears what she always wears, a white button down shirt and a pair of underwear. I don’t have to see detail to know that.

To my surprise instead of climbing back up onto her bunk she slides into mine, lying on her side, facing me. I don’t quite know what to think, but I don’t trust this one bit. We stare at one another in silence for a long while. As my eyes adjust I can see her, faintly illuminated by the feeble light of the moon outside our window. Why is her face always so calm, her eyes so impenetrable? It’s times like this I hate the most. At times like this not even I can read her. It makes me want to lash out, hurt her, get her angry, at least then I know where I stand.

“Why did you do that?” Her voice is soft but clear, utterly devoid of any feeling. I have to ponder a moment before answering.

“Why did I do what?” Searching her eyes I find nothing, they seem as flat and empty as her voice. It scares me in some fashion, having her look at me like this, talk to me like this. It feels unnatural, and then it dawns on me… this is how she talks to Mom and Dad. The irrepressible urge to do something, anything, to get her back to normal wells up. She can’t do this to me, she can’t look at me like she does them, no, no, NO!

She rolls onto her back as though she’ll get up, but I can’t let her. I can’t let her leave me like this. I can’t be like them, I can’t! I slide my arm over her waist and move so I’m lying half on top of her, my chest on hers and my chin resting lightly just below her collarbone. She doesn’t resist me, she isn’t reacting at all. Complete indifference. This I fear above any other response at all. I can feel the tears I held back springing to my eyes, threatening to spill over as my heart lurches in my chest.

“No. I won’t let you leave.” It’s all I can think to say. Even if it doesn’t make that much sense. But she wouldn’t just be climbing up to her bunk. There’s an air of finality in the room, clinging to us, cradling our words and lending our tiniest movements a staggering weight.

“Why not? You already left me.” And in my mind’s eye I see the stare she gave Mark. I see the smile she gave me, I see the warmth in her eyes through the day that I willed myself not to see at the time. And my tears make good on their threat, spilling out and down my cheeks, as what I’ve done staggers me. I sag against her; laying my cheek on her chest I let my tears fall. Were I standing I would’ve sank to my knees.

I can’t even speak. Insidious weakness and revulsion wash over me, turning my silent tears slowly into wracking sobs, curling in against her. My body and soul beg her forgiveness, even if my voice cannot. I feel her arms slowly slide around me as I cry, eventually cradling me against her and her fingers gently sliding through my hair. Slowly my sobs fade, leaving me exhausted and depressed. I do my best to find my voice, though all I can manage to produce is a ragged whisper.

“I’m sorry, Sara. I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else I can say. I can’t deny it. I didn’t just leave her. I ran screaming from her. I still don’t know what I think about what we did… maybe she is sick. Maybe she’s totally fucked in the head, but I can’t be like them. I can’t just ignore it and lock her out, leave her in the cold, alone. We may hate each other sometimes, but we’ve always had each other to hate, and to join in hating our parents. There’s nothing worse than nothing.

She gently cups my chin and tilts my head up to look at her. I can see her face plainly now, her lovely face, delicate features normally given strength by her confidence and unbreakable will, sad and tired here in the darkness of our room. Her eyes, her eyes are what pain me the most. They’re not only sad, but so damn lonely. A loneliness I know all too well. It’s heartbreaking to see so much of myself in her, and briefly I hate her for letting me see it.

“Does he tell you he loves you?” Her shell is cracking, her walls crumbling down. This has never happened before, not in all the time we’ve been together; never once in our shared lives has Sara lost it. I do all the time, but never her. It scares the hell out of me.

“Of course he does.” He told me when we left school last year. He’s been telling me since we came back. Of course he tells me that; he wants in my pants.

“Why do they always lie to us? Why does everyone lie…” Her voice is barely a whisper, and I can see the wetness in her ice blue eyes. She’s breaking, and I have no idea what to do. She’s not supposed to, she’s never supposed to, but what right do I have to expect that from her? I do nothing but try to break her. I try to break her, and when she crumbles I hate her for being so much like me. Is it really her I hate? I feel so lost, but as a tear slides down her porcelain cheek I know I might be lost, but I’m not alone. And I won’t let her feel alone either.

With trembling hands I cup her face, wiping her tears away, my eyes searching for hers until she allows them to meet. I can’t say anything to what I see in her eyes, and I can’t do anything but will her to see my response in my own. I want to tell her it will be okay. This time I’ll be strong for her, but it won’t do any good unless she can see it, unless she can feel it, without words, without lies. Her eyes have never told me anything untrue, whenever I really looked. Why haven’t I looked more often? Why wasn’t I willing to see what’s been right in front of me all along? Maybe I had to break her to get to this point. I don’t know, but I wish I hadn’t.

I can feel her body trembling under mine, I can feel the tremors of her loneliness and sadness taking over. Was it me that hurt her so badly, or did I just strike the final blow? I prop myself up on one elbow, and looking down at her I know I have to be true to her, to myself, to the promise my eyes made. I can’t stand seeing her like this. I think of her disdain for our parents when they forgot birthdays and school plays, her condemnation of their sometimes unthinking cruelty. How she always stood strong for me when I needed it, and how our strength may have been drawn from our hatred, but for the first time I can see it was drawn from being together.

With all this in my mind and my heart I am steady and I am strong, if only for her. Leaning in my lips catch hers, ever so softly, for once encouraging her with love. I’ve had enough hate for one life. I can feel her crying begin in earnest as I kiss her, and I let her tears fall. Sometimes it’s okay to cry.

I hold her close and kiss her lips then her cheeks and her chin and her eyelids, growing more ardent and adoring as I do so. So maybe I’m pretty sick too. She trembles like a leaf and all I can do is kiss her, endlessly kiss her, finally parting her lips with my tongue and acknowledging her as more than just my sister.

Last night she was in charge. She did as she wished and gave everything to me… now it’s my turn. I kiss her deeply, trying to suck the pain from her soul, to let her know I’m willing to bear the burden with her, and as I do so I begin slowly unbuttoning her nightshirt, exposing the bare flesh of the valley between her breasts, down over her stomach to her navel, slowly pushing away the thin cloth that is her only remaining defense, the only thing keeping me from having her completely and totally vulnerable in every way.

I shift up on top of her, kissing her deeply, then begin a slow move downwards, over her chin and along her throat, feeling almost drunk with the taste and smell of her skin. I dive into the hollow of her throat, sucking and nibbling at every curve and hollow, her gasps and soft moans like music to my ears. My hands travel down over her sides as though they had never known the feeling of another body before, seeking to know and glorify her body in every way possible, to elicit every last ounce of pleasure for her and myself.

I spread her shirt farther, exposing her perfect breasts as my mouth works down between them, and I sit up for a moment, leaning back to gaze down upon her prone form, her skin so pale it almost seems to glow in the dimly diffused moonlight. I let my fingers wander back up her sides, slowly cupping the soft beautiful orbs that are her breasts, each pale globe accentuated by a dark nipple, contrast in tone, heightened by the lack of true illumination. Her eyes say everything I need to know; they make a wordless pledge of not only her body, but her heart and soul as well. In this moment I know I love her, perhaps more than I should. But in knowing that, I feel complete. And I know that she is the only one that can make me feel this way. My twin, my other half. I think we understand that now.

Smiling gently I lean down to take her left nipple into my mouth, first sucking and then lightly nibbling, flicking my tongue over its quickly stiffening tip. I feel her moan reverberating through her chest more than I hear it, and I quickly switch to the right nipple, lavishing attention on each in turn. The smoothness of her flesh and softness of her skin is a marvel to me, a true wonder to be explored and worshiped.

I’m far from satisfied with just her nipples, though, and my mouth greedily wanders around them, covering each breast in turn and moves slowly outward from them, around the supple sides and down to the barest beginnings of their swelling from her chest, and then down over her ribs and the flat expanse of her stomach. Her navel draws me back to her midline and I nibble and lick in and around it, adoring the feel of her hands in my hair.

I caress the flare of her hips, gently gripping and stroking them before hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly dragging them down to expose yet more of her, and my lips and tongue soon follow my fingers. She squirms and writhes as I traverse the lines of her hips and slide down over her thighs, dragging her panties farther down as my mouth requires access. I can feel the heat of her body rising, her hips lifting to ease the removal of her underwear, granting me a glimpse of her neatly trimmed mound and allowing her scent to permeate my senses. And my god, she smells like heaven.

I let my kisses wander between her navel and the beginnings of her neat patch as I slide a hand up her inner thigh, marveling at the warmth I can sense at her core. It takes a feat of willpower to keep from ducking my head between her thighs. Instead I let my fingers trail ever so slowly upwards, finally coming into contact with her slick, hot center after what seems like an eternity.

At first I merely let my fingertips slide along her slit, feeling her writhe and strain for greater contact. She’s so soft, so incredibly wet it’s a nearly frictionless touch, simply gliding over her most tender parts. Her gasps and soft cries take on a more pleading tone and I can no longer resist her pull. I slide my fingers deeper into her valley and allow her hips to find the placement as she impales herself on me, taking my fingers deep inside and grinding on them.

I’m so lost in the sensation it’s almost a surprise when the top of her cleft meets with my chin. She lets out a soft cry and I drop my mouth the scant distance necessary to truly taste her. Near where my chin had rested I find her neat little bud, a perfect place for sucking and I do so without thinking; as lost in her sweetness as I am, I continue to thrust and explore her insides with my fingers.

One of her hands grips the sheets and the other holds my head in place as her writhing reaches new heights, her chest heaving as she pants for air. I can do nothing but marvel at her beauty and utter abandon, my mouth and hands continuing of their own accord. As her frenzy works to a fever pitch, I’m mesmerized, totally in her power as she is in mine, and she lets out a guttural cry, primal, from some dark part of her soul as her insides clamp down on my fingers and I can feel her slickness coating my hand and her inner thighs. She’s like some primitive goddess, pure and animalistic, loving and brutal.

Awe turns to horror as I hear fast footfalls outside our door, followed by a pounding. I can barely throw the blankets up over her before the door is thrown open and our floor monitor bursts in. My heart seizes in my chest for a moment as Sara looks up, flushed and groggily confused.

“My Lord, Abigail! What’s going on in here!?” My eyes are wide and I can feel my heart seize in my chest. I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“She was having a bad dream. I don’t know… I tried to wake her…” My mind is locked in terror and my heart goes from a complete stop to a hundred miles an hour, thundering in my chest and ears.

I quickly stand and step back as the forty-something nun crosses to my sister’s bedside and sits down beside her. Sara just looks confused and all I can do is pray the smell and wetness on my hands and face go unnoticed. Sister Francis lays a gentle hand on Sara’s forehead, giving her a concerned look.

“She seems to have a bit of a fever. Are you all right, Sara dear?” I feel very near fainting. Sara faintly smiles and gazes over at me, still breathing a bit heavily.

“I think I’ll be fine. It was just a dream. Could Abby sleep with me though? I feel better with her close.” Her voice is dreamy and soft, I can almost see the tough old nun’s heart melt. She’s certainly been familiar with our fighting.

“Certainly, dear.” She stands and gives me a stern look. “Abigail, I know you two don’t always get along, but your sister is sick and she needs you. Look after her. There’s nothing more important in this world than your sister.” I stare gape-jawed for a moment, then slowly nod.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”

Under Francis’ watchful gaze I strip and pull on a nightshirt, then crawl into bed beside Sara, doing my best to keep her naked form covered. The nun gives me one last commanding glare, then retreats, closing the door and enveloping us in darkness once again.

Sara immediately pulls me into a lingering kiss, letting her hands slide up under my nightshirt, sending a thrill up my spine. After the kiss breaks I hold her close. I never want to let her go.

“You looked guilty as sin there, Sis. If you were anyone else we would’ve been so busted.” Softly giggling she settles in against me, still completely naked under the covers.

“Yeah, well… maybe that just means God wants us together. He kept our secret safe right in front of one of his daughter-in-laws.” Our giggling continues long into the night, and we fall asleep nestled together, finally in tune with our other halves.

 The End

How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 2

  • Posted on February 1, 2017 at 1:08 pm

By Openmindedwoman

How we enjoyed those close times!

So often I went home dripping wet and sooo stimulated, and then masturbated, wondering if they were feeling any of the inner urges that I was. I knew they were nearing hormone time themselves, growing and changing. And our ways of being together continued to grow and change as well when they were 11 and 10.

They liked the caressing fingers on their arms and sides and necks and backs. Sometimes a back scratch would happen, as they would lie with their head in my lap, one at a time, to have their backs and shoulders scratched and rubbed.

Backs and shoulders… and bottoms, lightly, and the backs of their legs if I could reach them.

Touch… intimate, familiar touch, still not overly sexual touch, but I certainly realized that my nipples always hardened, and I would feel the moisture sliding inside my pussy.

And those were the years that they began to surprise me with their awareness and curiosity.

“When will I have hair on my vagina, Aunt Leslie?” Juli asked as she lay with her head on my tummy and her fingers casually combing the dark fur on my mound.

They had learned a little of body parts terminology from their mom, but that’s as far as she would go with any talk about bodies or sexuality in any way.

“Well, Juli, I started seeing mine when I was about 12, but it didn’t really get full until I was maybe 17 or 18, I guess.  But everybody is different about that. Have you had any sex ed lessons at school?”

Justin piped up, “Naahhhh the kids say that doesn’t happen until 7th grade, so it’s another year for her, and two for me.  But kids all talk about it, especially if they have older brothers.”

I loved how open to talk they both were, and they knew they would get honest answers from me.

“David Bower says his brother calls it a girl’s ‘pussy’,” he giggled, continuing. “But I think that’s dirty, isn’t it?”

It was an opportunity for me to advance with the attitude I was feeling inside, so I responded, “Well, you two… yes, there are proper terms for our bodies that I would use with your mom or any other adults, like your teacher or doctor or whoever, but I have to admit that when I was your age we all called them ‘pussies’ and ‘cocks’, just like some of your friends might. I don’t think that’s dirty, exactly… well, a little naughty, maybe, but you can use whichever words you want to around me.”

I held my breath at this, wondering if they would be shocked at their aunt’s words. It made my heart beat faster.

There was silence for a while, then Juli added, still lightly combing my pussy hair, “Some of the girls in my class are starting to get titties, too, Aunt Leslie. Do you think mine will be like yours and Mom’s or will they be smaller? I want them to be big enough.”

It sort of blew my mind that Juli was giving voice to her private thoughts, and apparently had decided it didn’t matter if her brother was in on the conversation, and that she used the word ‘titties’, which came from her friends, no doubt, rather than what her mother would have taught her.

And it was making me squirm a little to feel her fingers tugging at my pubes, though she wasn’t really touching my skin or going for anything else.

I let my hand slide from her back to cup her tight little bottom. “Oh, darling, don’t ever worry about how big they are. A girl’s tits are very special, and as you get older you will learn that there is much more to all that than how big they grow. In fact, smaller ones are much more comfortable when you get to be my age and older. You know that mine are soft and hang a little now, don’t you?”

Justin leaned in and without hesitation reached up and held my right breast in his palm. “Your nipples are really big, too, compared to Juli’s, and even Mom’s,” he declared.

Juli turned her head to face my torso, which put her face practically against my left breast. My hand rested easily on her hip, and slid up and down from her armpit to her ribs to hipbone to thigh.

“Well, nipples can get a little larger when they are stimulated, Justin,” I answered. “But have you been spying on your mom when she’s naked?”

“Well, sometimes sorta……” he murmured. “Are yours, um, stimulated now, Aunt Leslie?”

I looked down to see Juli moving her hand to her own little tit, fingers sliding across her nipples.

“Well, are they?” she asked me.

I sighed, resigned to letting this go wherever it would go. “Yes, I guess they are. It does feel very nice when they are touched, or when you two are so very close, like this.”

Justin let his hand move, fingers sliding across my right nipple, feeling its rigidity, back and forth.  And Juli boldly leaned forward a little more and captured my left nipple with her lips, sucking on it lightly. I let out a little moan and a big breath, and they both backed off.

“Did that hurt, Aunt Leslie?” Juli asked.

“Oh, no, sweetheart, it felt really good, actually, just like I think it feels when you touch your own, doesn’t it?”

“Ohhh my god yes it does!” she answered, and her hand moved again to her own sprouting tit, fingers sliding more quickly back and forth across the hardening little bud.

“I hope you two take time to explore yourselves, more and more,” I dared, “especially now that you seem to be recognizing how good it feels.”

And they did, so they said, as time went by and Juli turned 12, with Justin a year behind.

We weren’t together as often for a while, as their mother felt they were old enough to be alone for short periods of time, even a few hours if she went to a movie or out with friends in the evening. But sometimes I would still stay over, if she was gone for a weekend, or they would come to visit me, just… well, just because I’m their aunt and they wanted to.

Of course, whenever we had the opportunity, we would talk about the sexy things they were feeling, about what their friends at school said or did, and I would correct them about the myths that some parents spread in order to keep their kids from exploring their sexual selves. The warm naked intimate feeling of sitting next to each other on the couch felt more arousing than ever to me, and clearly it was to both of them as well.

It didn’t take long for them to strip their clothes when we were together, and they would patiently help me undress, which always excited me even more. Nipple play was one of the things we talked about a lot, and Juli reported that she loved to wake herself slowly in the morning by caressing her growing tits, now the size of sweet little apples, with those thin but now, ever so long pink nipples that seemed to be constantly rigid. She would usually caress them almost absentmindedly as we talked, strumming, or tugging lightly, sometimes twitching a little when she did so. It always made my heart race to sit like this, naked on the couch, talking about their growing awareness.

“They still feel that good when you play with them, sweetheart?” I asked, mimicking her actions on my own nipples, feeling them tighten and expand as she watched.

“Wow yes for sure!” she answered, and licked her lips.

I noticed that Justin had moved his hand to his lap and was touching his hard cock in a variety of rolling motions, pulling the foreskin back to expose the shiny head beneath.

“Mine feel good, too,” he said, “especially when you touch them, Aunt Leslie. But it feels even better when I touch my cock and pull the skin back like this.”

Julie craned her neck to see, and giggled a little.

“Shut up,” Justin retorted. “Just cuz YOU don’t have one.”

At age 11, Justin had started a growth spurt, and I noticed how much his youthful penis had begun to come along for the ride. No doubt he would eventually be a well-endowed young man, with plenty to offer to whomever might be interested.  My heart beat just a little faster to see him so willingly on display for his aunt and his sister, and clearly relating it to sexual feelings.

“Actually,” I softly shushed them both, “she does have something that is similar. Girls have what’s called a clitoris, and the tip of it feels to us a lot like the head of your cock feels when you touch it, Justin. You do touch it sometimes, don’t you?”

“Oh yeahhhhh…” he smiled. “For sure, and god it does feel good. Some of the boys talk about how much they jack off. I’ve done that, well…” he blushed “…a little bit I guess.”

Meanwhile, Julie had spread her legs wide and was feeling herself, looking for that little button I mentioned.

“Here,” I said, scooting forward, spreading my legs wider and moving her a bit aside so she could see. I used one hand to spread the top of my pussy lips and the other to press down on the back end of my hood so that my clit popped out, fleshy pink, large and wet from the folds.

“This is where a girl’s clit lives, you two, and you should both honor it and treat it with special care if you ever touch a girl that way.” Holding myself open with one hand, I licked the fingers on my other hand and used the tip of my index finger to slide back and forth across the tip of my clit.

“This is the way girls ‘jack off’, Justin. Sometimes we call it ‘jilling’, and just like when you touch the head of your cock, it feels really really good to do. Using a little spit helps make it feel even better.”

They watched while I flicked my clit back and forth, using two fingers over the tip, and then pressed down harder, rolling it, moving my hips in a fucking motion against my hand, losing myself in the mounting feelings that had been fueled by the highly charged conversation, and the fact that my now almost teenage niece and nephew were watching me masturbate, watching their auntie display her oozing moist pussy, learning about self-induced pleasure, and apparently totally comfortable with it.

Minutes went by, and more, as they snuggled up close, watching, leaning against my arms. I spread my legs wider, tipping my hips upward, letting the feelings overwhelm me, not caring what happened. Then I used the other hand to cup my pussy, and slid two fingers deep inside, curling them, stroking my inner walls, plunging into myself with wet slurpy noises until I felt the spasms start inside, rolling through my hot, soaked tunnel and exploding in my head and in my loins.

“Ohhhh goddd yessss…. fuckkkkkk yessss,” I managed to squeal as my orgasm overtook me, heart pounding and breath ragged. The kids held my arms and hugged me tighter, not frightened, but clearly realizing that something powerful was happening.

“Wow, Aunt Leslie, I mean…” Juli half whispered. “Does it really feel THAT good? When I rub myself it feels good, but you were like, something I dunno…”

“And you said ‘fuck’,” Justin giggled. “If mom heard us say that she would have a cow.”

I smiled, realizing I had just taken a pretty big step from the edgy but more ‘informational’ talking we had done into clearly ‘on display’ sexual territory, and I’d felt a huge rush about doing it with them watching me. And they had not backed off, but seemed into it, curious, already exploring themselves, feeling the beginnings of their teen hormones and very attracted by all of it.

“Did I really say that?” I countered. “I suppose I shouldn’t be using such naughty language around you two, even if that’s what I’m feeling.”

“But you told us to use the words we want to use, even if it makes us feel naughty,” Juli answered, reaching again to comb the hair just above my slit. It was matted down by the wetness of my weeping pussy cum pushed against my mound by my palm when my orgasm hit.

“Oh, yes, sweetheart, you are sooo right. We can all say whatever things here with each other that we want, as long as it’s respectful of each other, and makes us feel good with each other.”

I wrapped my arm around her, pulled her in and let my palm slide across her left breast, cupping it, feeling its firm small apple shape and warmth, with the hard spike of her nipple to roll, just with my palm.

“Do you like the feel of my little tits?” she whispered. “I like how it feels when you hold them like that.”

“Of course I do, baby girl. I love how they feel, and how your nipples get to be hard spikes, just like mine do when we’re turning on our bodies. Do you like how mine feel?”

I used my right hand to reach across and cup my left tit and offer it to her. She nuzzled it with her cheek, then turned her face to it, and licked, then suckled, then licked.

“Be careful there young lady,” I teased, “or you’ll have me ready to fuck myself all over again.”

Juli lifted her hand to hold and caress my tit as she suckled again, and I let my fingers slide back and forth across her extended nipple, feeling it ever so gently, capturing its base between my thumb and first two fingers, sliding them along it to the tip.

“Your nipples are as long as mine, sweetheart,” I observed. “Not as thick, but I think they must be longer than most girls your age, yes?”

“Mmmmm-hmmmm,” she  gurgled an answer, then released me. “I’ve noticed that mine are long… thinner than a lot of girls have, but longer.”

Indeed they stood out like tan pink spikes, well over half an inch from the darker pinkish-brown areolae that encircled them. We sat silently for a few moments until I noticed a movement on my other side, and we looked over to find Justin caressing his verrry erect cock.

“It’s pretty hot to watch her do that, Aunt Leslie… really… it makes my stomach feel all goosey to see it.”

I reached my hand over, palm down. “Pull back the skin, Justin, and rub the tip back and forth across my palm.”

He did just that, and immediately his breathing quickened. “That’s the way I do it on my top sheet in the mornings sometimes,” he admitted, so quietly it was nearly a whisper. I licked the palm of my hand and put it back for him to continue.

“There… doesn’t it feel better when there’s something slippery for it to slide against?”

He nodded, holding his impressively long rigid member in his hand, and moved it slowly back and forth, the very tip rubbing against my palm. He turned his head toward me and I adjusted so that my right nipple was available.

“Just imitate what Juli is doing, honey,” I sighed, and felt his mouth capture my nipple, pulling, sucking, tongue washing over it as if he had done this a thousand times. My stomach churned as I felt the warmth of my two darlings, now feeling their own urges, and now understanding how natural and beautiful it is to let them flow, sharing openly the feelings they generate.

It didn’t take long for Justin’s hips to buck, and his voice to cry out, “Oh my godddd Aunt Leslie, it’s gonna happennnnnn.”

I felt the first hot spurt, on my palm, and moved my hand so I could see. Juli leaned out a bit so she could see better as well, and three or four more spurts of boy cream shot into the air.

“Goooood,” I crooned softly. “Soooo good, Justin, and I wrapped my arm around him to pull him closer as his spasms finished.

His cum had landed on his wrist and on his belly, and he seemed to not know what to do with it, so I reached over with my off hand and wiped it upwards, onto his chest, with my fingers. There wasn’t a lot, but more than I had expected. He flinched just a bit at first, but when I then wiped it onto my own chest, just between my tits, he relaxed.

Juli was wide-eyed. “It’s a mess,” she croaked.

“Oh, but it is such a good mess, Juli. It’s just a natural part of our body fluids, like the juices that our pussies produce. Some girls produce lots more than I do, but there was a bunch from me just a little bit ago, wasn’t there!”

I reached to Justin again and coated my fingers once more with the remains of his orgasm. I brought it to my nose, sniffed, and offered my fingers to Juli.

“See, not much there to smell.” Then I licked my fingers clean. “And it doesn’t really taste like all that much, either, just a little salty, and if it is from someone special, like Justin is special, then it’s really a treat for a girl.”

“That is like waaay beyond cool,” Justin cooed, and I asked Juli if she would like to try a drop.

“Wellllll, okay, I guess,” she said, and gamely licked a taste of her brother’s sperm from my fingertips. She didn’t react to the taste at all, and so I gave her another dollop, effectively finishing what was on Justin’s belly.

“It’s really not so bad,” she concluded. “Actually, it’s not as bad as some of the stuff we have to eat that’s like ‘good for us’… think brussels sprouts?” she giggled. And she suckled a little harder on my fingers, cleaning and tasting and using her mouth and tongue like a kitten on its paw.

“You two will get lots of chances to taste our girl juice, too,” I continued. “I think you will like that, too, Juli, when the time comes. I think you will be a natural.”

“I don’t feel like a natural right now,” Juli pouted. “You two both got to finish, and now I feel like it’s my turn!”

“You are soooo right, sexy one,” I responded. “Here, turn yourself so your head is on the pillow at the end of the couch, and put your right foot up on the back, like that.”

I moved her left foot up onto my knee and slid down a little more, spreading her long coltish legs wider. She had sprouted a very sparse growth of blonde hair on the mound above her smooth bald pussy lips, and I reached over to tug it and comb it, letting the feeling of my fingertips on her sensitive mons start her motor.

Her hands went to her smallish tits, and her eyes locked onto mine as she began to play. Justin leaned into me from the right, resting his head on my tit and his hand on my thigh, watching, breathing softly against me. I ran my fingers down Juli’s young vulva, and back up again.

“Show Justin your clitty, now, darling,” I instructed, and she reached both hands to part her lips, spreading them like I had done until her little pink bud came into view. She was a very wet girl, showing all the signs of a body mature enough to respond to the sexual play she had seen and felt.

I grabbed a small pillow from the floor and she lifted her hips as I slid it under her. “There, now we can see just what we need to see. Juli… is it okay… that we see?”

“I want you to see,” she whispered, “just like you showed us. I mean, it’s only fair, and besides,” she blushed a little, “it excites me when you see.”

If I didn’t know already, I knew then that my little minx of a niece was turning into a full-fledged sexual being. I reached out with my left hand palm up and slid my thumb neatly into her slick pussy.  My fingers ran naturally in between her bottom cheeks, and she wiggled herself onto them. Her face flushed even more, and she used one hand to keep herself spread, and licked the other set of fingers, coating them with saliva for her clit. What a fox! She knew exactly how to do it, fingertips rolling and then flicking and then rolling her young bud while I used my thumb to keep her feeling at least a little bit filled.

“Ohhhh god Aunt Leslie, I love that… fuck my little pussy for me.”

She was becoming our total leader in naughty language. It seemed to spur her on to hear her own voice uttering words she knew her mother thought to be dirty, but which only served to entice me more, and also served to make my adult heart beat rapidly and my woman pussy warm again.

“Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh,” she cried, barely audible, but matching the thrusting motion of her slim girl hips.

“Good, Juli… sooo good, baby. I love how your pussy is so tight on my thumb. Fuck my thumb, sweetheart, pull it right inside you,” I mouthed.

My fingers ran up and down over her puckered bottom hole as she moved, and she was totally lost in her own pleasure.

“This is how a girl fucks, Justin,” I offered.

“I know,” he said in return, “at least I know now. I just wish it was me, I think.”

His hand was boldly cupping my pussy as we watched, stroking it, feeling it, learning me as Juli bucked herself harder, her young girl juices beginning to flow out around my thumb.

And then she mewed a deep throaty sound like a siren beginning, just the start of it, and then starting again, and over and over again as her orgasm flowed through her body. I could feel her pussy hot inside, tightening as its spasms pulled at my thumb. I let the tip of one finger slip more firmly around her anal opening, lubricated by the running down of her own wetness. I felt it tighten and spasm along with her pussy as I caressed it, while she held her own legs wide apart and thrust her young bare pelvis forward with instinctive motions against my hand.

“See, Justin?… See how beautiful she is when she cums? Just like you were, lost in the world of her high. You must always sense where a girl is in her cum, and do it harder, or softer, whatever she seems to need, or asks for, if she is able to. But you must be aware of her sensitive spots, feel for them, listen and feel for her reactions to your touches, and always do what feels the very best for her.”

I tilted my head to one side and smiled as Juli began to come down. “Got it?”

He nodded and eased up a little with his fingers on my slick labia, lifting them to his nose, then daring to taste a bit from his fingers as Juli’s hard breathing began to subside. Her slim body jerked slightly when I removed my thumb and ran it a little across her clit, and she put her hand on it, signaling that she just wanted to be still.

“The time may come, darling niece, when you will want to continue right through the super sensitivity, and go for a second round. I can remember doing that… doing multiple orgasms, but sometimes it is overwhelming to go right from one to the other. Sometimes we need a little recovery first… but sometimes the recovery diminishes the feeling, and it’s time to stop. It’s all okay, Juli, whichever way. It’s all soooo good, and so good to share.”

She smiled and nodded, our eyes locked in wonder with each other, and she blew me a kiss with her other hand.

“You were great, sis!” Justin’s enthusiastic offering broke the silence of our closeness. “You were like totally awesome!! It must have felt just like it did for me.”

I pulled my hand from Juli’s sopping pussy and licked a little, then moved it to Juli’s face.

“Taste yourself, sweetheart. You’ll find that we girls all taste just a little different, but we taste sexy and delicious, just like you do, but all in different ways.”

She didn’t hesitate, and I give her lots of credit for her open mind about inhaling her own slippery wetness, lapping it, and then sucking it from my fingers, from my palm.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Learn to enjoy all of that. The time will come when you’ll have an opportunity to get it right from the source, and the more open to that you are, and the more you can honestly enjoy it, the more your girlfriends will feel like you deserve the same intimate treatment from them.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 71

  • Posted on January 30, 2017 at 2:37 pm

Getting to Know Each Other, Part One

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I got to Lisa’s and rang the doorbell after parking at the curb. Waiting for someone to answer the door, I looked around, taking in the view from their front stoop. The big tree where I hid to listen to Brenda and Lisa was across the street in their neighbor’s yard. For the first time, I wondered what the neighbor heard and saw that night.

There was a large plate glass window to the right of Lisa’s front door as I faced the street, and I wondered what Lisa’s family heard or saw that night as well.

The door opened, and Rachel stood there, grinning at me.

“C’mon in,” she said. “Checking out the scene of the crime?”

At first I didn’t follow what she meant, but she indicated the area across the street with a nod of her head. Did she know I had been there? Who else knew? Stepping into the entryway of the house, I again wondered what Lisa and her mother had talked about in the conversation Lisa referred to on the phone earlier.

I looked at Rachel again, feigning ignorance.

“You know,” she said. “The night Lisa dumped that bitch Brenda?”

I continued to look confused, hoping my acting skills were adequate.

She gave me a crooked grin. “My sister tells me everything.”

Okay, so I couldn’t try to deny it. And her emphasis of that last word had me wondering what ‘everything’ might entail. Did she go so far as to describe our lovemaking? I was again reminded how often sisters, especially those close in age, fool around with each other growing up. Did Lisa tell her about stuff like that to turn her sister on?

“Okay, guilty as charged,” I said. Glancing farther into the home, I added, “Does everyone know?”

“Yeah, but don’t let it get your panties in a wad or anything. We know your motives were pure, and that’s what matters most.”

I was embarrassed but tried to handle the situation as best I could. “Well, yeah. I was just — remembering — you know?”

Then something else she said occurred to me. She had referred to Brenda as ‘that bitch.’ I asked, “I take it you didn’t like Brenda?”

“None of us did,” Rachel said. “Mom never trusted her, and she and Lis would argue about it.”

I glanced into the main living area of the house again, making sure nobody was coming. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What do you know about the relationship between your sister and me?”

“You mean, do I know you’re lovers?”

I felt myself blush and nodded.

“Well, my question sort of answered yours, didn’t it?”

“I guess it did. Do your parents know too?”

Rachel got this ‘aha!’ look and asked, “Do you think my mom didn’t like Brenda because she and Lis were lovers?”

“It crossed my mind.”

Rachel laughed at that. “We don’t care that my sister’s a lesbian, if that’s what you mean. It’s been an open topic since Lis was about twelve.”

I liked how Rachel called her sister by the shortened version of her name. It spoke of closeness and acceptance.

“Lisa’s known she’s a lesbian since then?”

“Well, that’s when Mom caught her with her girlfriend. They thought it was a phase for a while until my sister didn’t want to date guys once she got to high school. Then they just, you know, accepted it. We can’t help who we love.”

I smiled at her. I could tell I was going to like Rachel. She had a good head on her shoulders, as my mom would say, and she was open and easy to talk to.

I looked again into the rest of the house, and Rachel put my mind at ease. “Don’t worry. Mom’s too busy with dinner and Dad’s in his office grading papers. They won’t barge in. Mom told me to ‘entertain’ you while Lisa finished her business.”

I wondered what she meant by ‘finished her business’ until I heard a toilet flush in the bathroom just down the short hall to our right.

Rachel noticed my recognition, laughed, and said, “Yeah, the whole world knows when you take a shit here.”

I couldn’t help myself, I said, “Do you know I’m falling in love with your sister?”

Rachel grinned. “Well, I know she’s falling in love with you, which means you better be or I’m gonna have to kick your ass.”

We laughed at that and Lisa came into the room. “What’re you guys laughing at?”

“Nothing much,” I said. “I just really like your sister.” I grinned at Rachel, who grinned back at me. I could tell she liked me too. How they knew I was nothing like Brenda I couldn’t tell, but I was glad they did.

“Well, you won’t mind if I say I hope you don’t like her too much,” Lisa said, glancing back and forth between us.

I looked at her with sudden understanding. “Oh! No! Not like that!”

Rachel pretended to be insulted. “What’s wrong with me? I’m not pretty enough?”

I giggled at her antics and said, “Well, yeah, you are, but, well, you’re straight.”

Lisa and Rachel exchanged a look and burst out laughing. I realized that maybe she was a lesbian too.

“Shall we tell her?” Rachel said.

Lisa looked at me and said, “Well, you’re half right. Let’s just say if she’d been at that party last night, she would have been wearing a star and a diamond.”

I looked at Rachel, my mouth gaping. “Oh! You’re bi!”

Rachel looked at her sister and said, “Smart girl. I definitely approve.”

“Do your parents know about that too? About you being bi?” I asked Rachel.

“Weeellll… yeeaaah,” she said, cutting her eyes at Lisa. How she answered suggested that maybe their parents weren’t so thrilled about that, yet they were fine with the fact that Lisa was a lesbian. It didn’t add up.

“Long story. Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime,” Lisa said, ending that part of the conversation.

Looking at Lisa, I decided to go for broke on our budding romance. “Rachel tells me you’re falling in love with me.”

It was Lisa’s turn to look at someone, in this case Rachel, with her mouth gaping open in surprise. “Rach, don’t you think that’s something I should tell her?”

“Sorry, but only a fool wouldn’t recognize it. The two of you are all moony-eyed around each other. I’m pretty certain she knew before I said anything.”

“Actually,” I said, “I didn’t fully know.” I looked at Lisa. “I suspected, but I didn’t know for sure.”

Rachel looked at me funny and said, “Why is it everyone in the world can tell if someone loves another person except the person being loved?”

Lisa remained silent, so I answered her. “Fear of being wrong.”

Rachel lightened the mood some by saying, “Oooo-kaaaay. I feel a group hug or something coming on, so I think I’ll see if Mom needs help in the kitchen.”

Lisa and I both laughed and looked at Rachel.

Rachel didn’t move to leave the room, and Lisa said, “Will you go? I want to be alone with Cheryl for a minute!”

Rachel walked up to me before leaving the room and hugged me. “All kidding aside, we’re glad you’re here. And I really like you, too. Besides, Lis says your pussy tastes delicious.”

When she broke the hug, Lisa was staring at her. “Okay,” Rachel said. “I’m going. I just wanted to welcome Cheryl to the family.”

When we were alone, Lisa said, “Do you have the hots for my little sister?”

I couldn’t exactly deny that I thought she was attractive, and in any other circumstances, I would definitely try to seduce her.

But my life was different now. I was falling in love for the first time in my life. The real stuff. I was shocked how quickly things had gone from attraction to love, and it made me re-think my philosophy about love at first sight. Maybe there was such a thing, and people misunderstood it as lust. I was aware that certain people had what is called chemistry for want of a better term.

Lisa and I were bathing in chemistry. Wallowing in it, in fact.

“If you’re asking me if I’m going to try to get her into bed, the answer’s no. That would hurt you, and I never want to do that again. If you want to know if I think your sister is sexy, all I can say is I can’t imagine anyone with an ounce of libido thinking otherwise.”

“She told me after we broke up that Brenda tried to get her into bed. I asked her why she never said anything, and she told me something that forced me to learn some bad things about myself. She said I wouldn’t have believed her. The worst part was she was right. I would have called her a liar. It would have possibly damaged our relationship enough to make it something different.”

“I would never do that,” I said. I never meant anything more in my life. “I love your relationship with her. The way you guys shorten your names to Lis and Rach. It shows how close you two are. I’d rather die than destroy or even damage that.”

Lisa smiled at me and stepped up in front of me. We kissed. It wasn’t a horny kiss, it was a lover’s kiss. One that said I love you more than it said I want you.

We were still kissing when we heard Lisa’s mom clear her throat.

Startled, we broke the kiss and looked at her.

Lisa’s mother, Donna, is a lovely woman. She was anywhere from her late thirties to very early forties, but she looked younger, maybe thirty-five at most. She kept herself in good shape, and I couldn’t help but think how lucky Lisa’s dad was to have someone that sexy at her age. I knew of a lot of women who just gave up once they reached their mid-thirties, especially if they were married or in a committed relationship. Donna looked as if she were still searching for the person to spend her life with and wanted to make sure he didn’t get turned off by so much as an ounce of fat. I later found out she played tennis nearly every day and would swim laps in the Olympic size pool at the university. She worked for UCLA as an athletic trainer for the swim and lacrosse teams.

In other words she was gorgeous, like her two daughters.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if Cheryl would like to come join me for a glass of wine.”

Lisa looked at her mom. “Just Cheryl?”

“For now,” her mom said.

Obviously, she wanted some time alone with me. That could only mean one thing. She wanted to get to know me without any interference from Lisa. Or from Rachel for that matter since she shooed her younger daughter out of the kitchen when we came in to sit at the small breakfast table there. Lisa’s mom and I were now alone.

“Do you like red or white?” she asked.

“White,” I said.

“Is chardonnay okay with you?”

“That’s fine,” I said, and waited for the interrogation, grateful that I would at least have some alcohol to help make me less nervous. It wasn’t until later that I found out this was her intention for bringing out the wine in the first place, to help put me at ease. I also discovered later that she usually did not allow any alcohol to be consumed at her house until six o’clock in the evening, unless there was some kind of early party or celebration going on.

When she’d poured the glasses, she sat back and said, “Well, I figured dinner’s in the oven, so it would be a good time for the two of us to have a chat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, taking a large gulp of my wine and struggling not to choke on it as too large of a swallow burned its way down to my twisting stomach. I would say it was good wine, but other than the burning, I couldn’t taste it at all. My taste buds seemed dead.

“I can see you are extremely fond of Lisa,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, feeling stupid that I could think of nothing else to answer her.

“And you’ve obviously been raised to be polite and respectful with adults. So few people your age use ma’am and sir.”

“Thank you. My mom insists on it. If she found out I ever answered an adult with ‘yeah,’ she’d be very upset.”

I picked up that Ms. Brown was searching for a way to broach an uncomfortable subject.

“Ms. Brown?” I said.

“Yes?”

“I can tell you have something to either ask or say that’s difficult to bring up. I’ve been asked many weird questions, and I’ve been told a lot of odd things by a lot of people. So whatever it is, why don’t you just say it?”

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I recalled the strange images I had of Lisa and her mom talking, and her mom bringing up how to break up with me. I was scared to death she would tell me I should not see her daughter again. I suddenly pictured that she and her husband weren’t nearly so accepting of Lisa’s lesbianism as they appeared to be. That in private they hated it, and I was just perpetuating their daughter’s journey through what they saw as a wicked, evil lifestyle that they thought was pure choice instead of hardwired in the brain.

“You’re very mature for your age. I like that,” she began.

Oh, pleasepleasePLEASE like more than that, I thought to myself, but said, “Thank you.”

“Well,” she said, taking a deep breath while I did the same to steel myself for the bad news. “It’s about… umm… your film career.”

Oh, fuck fuck fuck! How did she know? Had someone told her about it? Brenda, maybe? I could feel myself turning sixteen shades of red.

“Did someone… tell you… I was in a… movie?”

“Mmmm… not exactly,” she said.

Oh, God. She hadn’t heard about it. She’d seen it. My mother’s warning, once considered silly, slammed me with all its meaning. She’d said I would regret having people see me in a movie like that, but I hadn’t believed her. Now, I understood what she meant.

“How… uh…” I cleared my throat. “How did you know to look for me online, though?”

“This is the embarrassing part, for me and my husband anyway. We are… well… we are fans of your mom. Have been for years.”

“Oh?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, which was worse than just saying yes ma’am to everything she said.

“We’d heard she was in a short scene with her own daughter, and this afternoon, I checked it out, not even realizing you were her daughter. Greg gets so busy with classes this time of year, I can find myself, uh, alone and needing, well, some relief.” Now she was blushing as she stammered through her confession of masturbating to my mom’s movies.

“Anyway, I can’t tell you how shocked I was to see your face on that video. Dear, you’re eighteen and can make these decisions for yourself, but I just want to make sure Lisa doesn’t get another broken heart when she finds out your naked body is out there for the world to see, not to mention having sex with another girl.”

Relief like I’d not known since my mother got home safely from rescuing Cindy flooded over me. She was worried about Lisa being hurt when she found out. Of course, what she didn’t know was that the movie was a big catalyst for our first interaction at registration day. Lisa was fully aware of the movies I’d made. Had enjoyed them numerous times, in fact.

“Is that what’s bothering you? That Lisa might find out about what I’d done and be hurt?”

“Well, that, and a desire to know if you plan on continuing your career as a porn actress.”

I didn’t want to tell on Lisa and her internet habits, but I also needed to put Ms. Brown’s mind at ease. I finished my wine in one swallow and looked at the mother of the girl I adored.

“Ms. Brown, if I tell you something, do you promise not to get upset?”

“Well, I can promise not to fly off the handle, but being upset is really not under a person’s control.”

“Okay. Just don’t fly off the handle.”

“I promise.”

“Lisa’s already seen my movies online. She’d seen them before we ever laid eyes on each other.”

Her back straightened up just slightly as a sudden understanding dawned on her. Her eyebrows arched just a bit and she said, “Oh.”

I wondered if she felt as stupid as I’d felt a moment ago when I could think of nothing better than that to say.

“I never even considered that she watched porn on the computer,” she said. “How silly of me. We didn’t have computer porn when I was her age, but we had other things. Things I was always dying to get my hands on. I guess I should have known. She’s not exactly inexperienced, sexually. I feel stupid for not realizing it before.”

“Don’t feel stupid. You just never put two and two together before. Obviously, you had to know your daughters masturbate regularly.”

“How did you know Rachel does?” she asked, looking at me with a slight bit of concern.

“Oh, I’ve never, like, seen her do it or anything,” I said. “I just, well, I remember sixteen.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “I could have avoided this entire thing if I’d stopped to remember sixteen and added the availability of porn online to the equation.”

She thought for a moment. “Do you think Rachel looks at internet porn?”

“I don’t know one way or the other for sure, but if I were to bet on it, I’d say easy money was on ‘yes’ on that question.”

Ms. Brown smiled at me and shook her head. “I believe you’re probably right. Do you think I should do anything about it? She’s underage, after all.”

“About the only thing you could do is remove all the computers from the house and hire someone to watch her 24/7 to make sure she never gets on another computer with internet.”

She laughed again. “I guess you’re right.” Then she paused again for thought and said, “You’re familiar with that industry. Do you think it’s bad for girls Rachel’s age to be exposed to that? Does it raise false expectations regarding sex?”

“As long as the person watching knows it’s just a movie and not depicting anything closely resembling what is real, there are no serious effects,” I said. “I’m proof of that. My mom, who should know, tells me I have the healthiest attitudes about sex she’s ever seen.”

“So you were watching porn when you were sixteen?” she asked.

I held out my hand and pointed down.

“Younger?”

I nodded.

“How young?”

“I’d really rather not say. You’d think I was a freak or something. I’ll just say with my mom in the business, I was exposed to the industry and the sex at a young age.”

“Oh, my God,” Ms. Brown said. “Before puberty?”

“I’d rather not say,” I replied, but I could tell she had her answer to the question nonetheless.

“Does Lisa know about this part of your life?”

“I don’t think so. I can’t imagine that she does.”

“Well, honey,” she said, looking down at her empty wineglass and barely nodding her head. She looked up into my eyes. “You probably should tell her before this relationship gets another day older.”

“Well, I was going to tell her everything about me that involved that kind of thing. I just hadn’t planned on telling her today.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m scared to. What if it hurts her? What if it hurts her to the point she leaves me the way she left Brenda?”

“Do you think waiting will make it hurt less?”

Damn it! She had a point. “No.”

“Don’t you think if you wait and she falls more deeply in love with you that it would hurt more?”

That was true, of course. The longer I put this off, the more difficult it would be for both Lisa and me. But then, Ms. Brown still didn’t know everything that I intended to tell Lisa, and never would. She was not aware at all that I would also be telling her I have sex with my mom, my aunt, my adopted sisters — ages eleven to fifteen — and all the other females in my home. She did not know that I’d managed to have some great sex with girls as young as six before and that I planned to tell Lisa about that as well. Yes, I wanted my lover to know everything about me when it came to sex so she would be aware of the full extent of my experiences and the raging libido that could control my life.

I just didn’t want to do that right now.

Of course, I could have just told her some of it, but like Lisa’s mom, I knew that if I left anything out and told her later, she would be hurt I hadn’t told her in the original talk.

“Tell me something else,” Ms. Brown said. I looked at her expectantly. “What do you feel the biggest effect on your life of being exposed to things like that has been?”

“You mean, how has it affected me the most?”

“Yes.”

“Besides being very open and accepting of people’s sexual lives, it has given me a very strong libido.”

Her eyebrow twitched at that. “You mean you get horny a lot?”

I blushed. “Yeah.”

“I’m not sure Lisa can keep up.”

My blush deepened. “Oh, yes,” I said, smiling. “She can.”

“Okay. I’ll take your word for it,” she said, blushing deeply herself. “But I insist you take her to her room and tell her everything about your past, at least as it regards sex or anything else that may be a problem if she found out later. She deserves to know.”

Taking a deep breath, I stood up. As I left the room, Ms. Brown stopped me. “Oh, Cheryl.” I turned to face her. “No sex. If your videos are any indication, you would get way too loud.”

I laughed at that and nodded. “Thanks, Ms. Brown.”

“No, please. Call me Donna.”

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks, Donna.”

I left her sitting there and went to talk to the woman I loved about serious matters.

Continue on to Chapter 72

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Remnants, Part Two

  • Posted on January 29, 2017 at 3:02 pm

By No One

Consciousness slowly returned, and with it, pain throughout Rain’s whole body. She groaned as she tried to settle her jumbled thoughts and remember what had happened. “Not my day,” she finally whispered as she recalled the series of unpleasant falls.

Slowly and carefully, she tried to move each of her limbs and found that though they were very sore, there was no sharp new pain and miraculously nothing appeared to be broken.

Next, she attempted opening her eyes. The room was dark, the indistinct rubble around her swam before her eyes, and flickering stars danced across her vision. She squeezed her eyes shut then opened them again, blinking a few times, and things started to stabilize. The stars remained, though they had stopped moving around. She frowned at them, then after a moment realized they were not a side-effect of her dizziness: there were actually a few blinking lights on a wall close to her. Electric lights, she recognized wonderingly.

This place has juice, the thought came to her. How?

Carried by her sudden curiosity, she managed to sit up, and immediately pain lanced through her skull. “Ouch!” she whined at the worst headache she had ever had. Feeling around her head with one hand, she found a wet spot at the back, and her fingers came away red.

“Well, shit,” she muttered, staring at her bloodied hand. There was no way to really know how bad it was, and she couldn’t do anything about it either way. At least it didn’t feel like a large cut. Trying to ignore the pain, she pushed herself to her feet and took a tentative step forward.

Suddenly, pale light appeared in a thin band along the bottom of the walls, softly illuminating the room. Rain froze for a moment, eyes wide and alert, but nothing else happened. Maybe it was simply the lighting system, somehow triggered by her movements?

Taking a look at her surroundings, she found herself in a small room with three doors leading out of it, though one of them was obstructed by heavy-looking debris. She winced as she looked up at the hole in the ceiling where she had fallen from. It didn’t look like she would be able to climb back up that way, so she certainly hoped that one of the other two doors led back to the upper floors somehow.

The blinking lights she had seen before came from a panel set in one the walls, which also featured a few buttons. She examined it for a moment but, not being able to discern its purpose, decided to leave it alone. There was no sense tempting fate further, as she definitely didn’t seem to have Lady Luck’s favor today. What if the Ancients had emergency poison gas panels lying around?

She walked towards the doors instead. Each had a small electronic device set in the wall next to it. In fact, everything down here seemed more advanced and high-tech. Perhaps her bad luck had at least led her into some secret cutting-edge section of the facility.

Her misfortune seemed to persevere, though, as the first door refused to budge. That device next to it had to have something to do with the door, but it didn’t have any buttons, and no amount of prodding seemed to produce any result.

Rain sighed and moved on to the last door. This one had a small window set into it, but the other side was dark and she couldn’t really distinguish any details. She muttered “come on, come on, come on,” took a deep breath, then pulled on the door handle and was almost shocked when it actually swung open.

She took a few careful steps into the dark room and, as before, light suddenly appeared along the bottom of the walls all around the area. It faintly illuminated a large room filled with all sorts of devices. There were large, boxy machines along some of the walls, and long tables cluttered with all kinds of materials and equipment. It all looked very sophisticated.

The first thing Rain noted was that there was no trace of any looters having been down here before. All this Ancient tech just for her! She grinned at the thought.

The second thing she noticed, far less pleasant, was that there were no other exits in the room. All the treasure in the world wouldn’t do her much good if she couldn’t find a way out of this basement.

Her curiosity got the better of her for the moment, though, so she put the dark thought out of her mind and roamed around the room, examining the various gizmos and devices. The purpose of a lot of the equipment eluded her, but she also found plenty that she knew she could sell: a few coils of copper wire, tools like pliers and cutters, glassware of various sizes, bits and pieces of metal. She wondered if it was a place where the Ancients actually built the tech.

Reaching one end of the room, she found a large metal container in one corner. It looked like some sort of high-tech trunk, waist-high and big enough that Rain could probably fit inside it. Curious about what it might contain, she took a closer look. The top of it had a panel displaying some readings she couldn’t decipher. There were no handles or obvious ways to open it physically, but that big green button with two triangles on it sure looked like an “open” button to her.

She hesitated briefly, but decided that a storage device was unlikely to be dangerous. She tapped the button and watched as the lid lifted with a hiss and split into four sections that retracted to the sides.

Rain gasped and took a step back when she realized what the box actually contained: a human body. Could it be some kind of coffin? What was it doing in a place like this? It made no sense, yet there it was before her eyes: the body of a young girl, seemingly perfectly preserved for who knew how many years.

Warily, Rain stepped up again to the coffin’s side. The girl, about 12 or 13, lying on her back and entirely nude, looked for all the world like she was just sleeping, except that her chest did not rise and fall with her breath. She was beautiful, with silvery pale hair framing an angelic face, the small but perfectly shaped breasts of a girl entering womanhood, a flat belly and a hairless—

Rain shook her head to clear her mind. Really? Checking out the dead girl? she admonished herself. You definitely need to get laid.

Still, it was hard to look away, the girl looked very much alive. Though she had light skin, it wasn’t the pallor of death. Rain had a doubt. Could she be…? It seemed ridiculous, but then again, so did preserving a body so perfectly.

Very slowly, Rain brought her hand close to the girl’s nose, unsure if she was hoping or dreading to feel her breath.

It was at that moment that the young lady opened her eyes.

“Ah!” Rain shouted out in shock. She jumped back in surprise, got caught in her cloak and fell down on her ass, some knickknacks tumbling next to her as she bumped into a table. She hardly felt any of it, still staring in disbelief at the child, who was now sitting up.

The girl looked around her with some confusion, then peered at Rain curiously. “Who…? Oh, could you be… my new owner?” she asked, her voice inflected with a strange accent.

“O-owner?” Rain repeated, alarmed. Could she have been mistaken about everything? Was this place actually in use, by slavers of all things? Cold dread gripped her heart. Slavery was outlawed in Dead End, but some settlements were not so high-minded. There was always a risk for wanderers out in the Waste — and in the less savory towns — to be attacked and grabbed by lowlifes who were not above selling people for a profit.

This girl did not seem distressed at all, though. In fact, she shook her head and continued, “No, that’s a silly conclusion. We wouldn’t meet in the lab, and my memory would have been wiped.”

“Your… memory?” Rain was utterly confused, but in absence of understanding, she figured she could at least stop sitting on the floor like an idiot. As she was about to push herself up, she noticed one of the objects that had fallen to the floor earlier. She recoiled at first, thinking it was a skeletal hand, but realized it was actually not made of bone, but rather a mix of electronics and some sort of plastic.

She stared at it for a moment, a series of thoughts occurring in chain reaction in her mind, then raised her eyes to look at the girl wonderingly. There, in her hair, some kind of cable that seemed to be connected… to the back of her neck.

“Holy shit!” Rain exclaimed as the realization slammed home. “N-no way, you’re… are you… a machine?” She decided to stay on the floor after all, in case she felt like falling down in shock again.

The girl, who had seemed lost in thought, started at the sound of Rain’s exclamation. “Oh! My apologies, I have been rude.” She jumped out of the box and onto her feet, unplugging the cord in her neck like it was nothing. “I am a prototype unit for the upcoming L7 series android by Nakamura Industries. It is very nice to meet you.” Her introduction delivered, she held her arms straight down along her legs, bent at the waist at a 90-degree angle for a few seconds, then rose back up.

Rain wasn’t sure how to interpret any of that, but it did sound like the “girl” was confirming she was some kind of machine — an android, she had said?

“I, err, yeah… um, likewise,” she stammered, completely at a loss for words. “Uh, I’m Rain.”

“Rain,” the machine-girl repeated, nodding to herself with a smile.

“You, uh…” Rain trailed off, so many questions jumbled in her mind. She had seen the remains of machine-people before, but they had been crude metal things that were vaguely human-shaped at best. They could never have passed for a real person. This girl was so far beyond that, she could walk down a busy street and no one would bat an eye.

If she wore clothes, that is. As she was now, she definitely attracted attention from the eyes of Rain, who couldn’t keep them from wandering over this enigmatic girl’s captivating body. Her slender legs, the smooth treasure between them, her nascent breasts in just the shape that Rain found most appealing, it was difficult to look away from any of it.

Feeling a little ashamed of herself, Rain finally got up to her feet, shrugged out of her cloak, and held it towards the machine-girl. “Hey, um, do you want to wear something, maybe?” This distracting nakedness was certainly not helping her organize her confused thoughts.

The strange girl looked down at herself and seemed to realize that she was nude for the first time. “Oh! I’m sorry!” She quickly grabbed the offered garment and wrapped it around herself. It was much too large for her and a good length of it pooled around her feet, but it would do for now. “Usually, it is not an issue around the lab, but I was not aware we would have a visitor today,” she explained.

Rain thought the girl was even blushing a little, and was again amazed at how lifelike this machine could be. “So… how long have you been in that box? Do you know?” she asked, beginning to suspect that the girl didn’t grasp the situation at all.

“Since my last activation? It has been…” she began cheerfully, then paused and frowned. “It has been… two hundred and thirty-seven years…?” she continued slowly. “That cannot be accurate, I think something is wrong with my internal clock.” She took on a look of concentration for a moment. “I cannot sync with the Grid. I… cannot access the Grid at all. Something is definitely wrong. Where is Doctor Nakamura?”

She was growing increasingly agitated, looking around her as if someone was just going to come in and make everything make sense again. Being a machine, maybe that’s exactly what she was expecting.

Rain didn’t understand most of what she said, but could sympathize with the girl’s confusion. It couldn’t be an easy thing to wake up one day and find that your whole civilization is gone. She was a little worried about how a machine might react to the news, though, but in the end, the little android looked so lost that she had to at least try to explain.

“Hey, it’s okay. Calm down, alright? Look, uh… this is probably gonna be tough to hear but… it’s not a mistake: you’ve probably been ‘asleep’ or whatever for that long. There’s been, um… well, we call it the Calamity, these days. There was a war, a big war, and they’ve… basically destroyed the world over it, and we’ve been living in the ruins ever since. Nobody really knows the details anymore. I just found you by chance while exploring down here, this whole place is actually under a whole lot of sand right now.” Rain shrugged helplessly. That probably wasn’t the most delicate way to put things, but she had never been that great with words.

The machine-girl stared at her for a moment. “You are not… making fun of me, are you? Sometimes the lab assistants tease me by inventing stories to see if I will believe them.” She looked around the room listlessly, slowly walked up to a table, and ran one finger through the thick layer of dust. “No, I suppose  not.”

“I’m sorry,” Rain said sadly, wondering if an android would appreciate a hug. “If you depend on some… outside tech or something, sorry to say, that’s all gone to shit now. Err, I mean, you know, it’s… not working anymore.”

The girl turned her big, expressive blue eyes, filled with very human-seeming sadness, towards Rain. “The Grid does not… exist anymore? But how will I know anything? My default knowledge base is very limited, I am supposed to fetch any missing data from the Grid.” Somehow, that seemed to be the thing that hit her the hardest.

“I guess you’ll have to do like us mere humans and learn stuff the hard way, huh?” Rain offered cheerfully, trying to put some levity into the situation.

The machine-girl looked dubious. “That does not seem very… efficient.”

Rain had to laugh. “Yeah well, that’s all there is. Nobody really knows that much anymore anyway, so you’ll be just like the rest of us.”

“Just like a human,” the girl repeated. She didn’t sound entirely displeased by the notion anymore.

They were silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Rain was still awestruck that a machine so advanced existed, and wondered what to do with her. She supposed she should offer to bring the girl back to civilization — or what was left of it. It certainly beat staying alone down here, to her mind. It occurred to her that there was an obvious question that, perhaps rudely, she had not thought to ask. “So, um, do you have a name?”

“Oh, well, my serial number is Z14KB435-3F. I do not have a human-like name yet, my owner is supposed to give me one… though I suppose I will never be bought now. What am I supposed to do?” she said piteously. It was strange to hear someone complain about not being sold to someone else. Her look turned hopeful as an idea seemed to occur to her. “Oh! Rain, will you… will you be my owner?”

“Err,” Rain began, surprised at the request. She wasn’t sure she was comfortable with that notion at all. It was difficult to think of the android girl as an object or property, rather than a person. She didn’t really know what an “owner” was supposed to do exactly, but it didn’t seem right to make some sort of servant out of what appeared to be a sentient being. “How about if… I was your friend instead?” Sappy, she thought, but she wanted to do right by this machine-girl lost out of her own time, who she was quickly growing fond of, somehow.

“My friend,” the android repeated slowly, as if tasting the words. “I think I would like that.”

Rain flashed a smile. “Good, it’s settled then. Look, I don’t know why the Ancients built you, exactly but… you seem just like a real person to me. You don’t need an owner. You should… you know, live your own life.”

“Live… my own life?” the girl again repeated, then shook her head. “No, my purpose is to serve my owner’s needs.”

“Well, not anymore! The world’s changed, you can change too. You can be your own owner. There, now you serve your own needs.”

The girl blinked at Rain for a moment, her machine mind apparently having trouble grasping the concept. “I… do not know. I will need to ponder this further,” she finally said.

“You’ll see, it’s easy. These days, everyone is a selfish bastard who thinks only of themselves anyway.”

“That… does not sound like a good thing,” the android said uncertainly, perhaps unsure whether Rain was joking or not. She seemed to have cheered up a little bit, at least.

Rain winked as her only response to that; the fact was that it wasn’t far from the truth. “Anyway, you’re still gonna need a name. Zee-one-four… something… doesn’t really roll off the tongue. How about… err… just ‘Zee,’ maybe?” Admittedly, her head was still hurting and she wasn’t feeling particularly imaginative at that moment.

The girl looked inordinately pleased with the suggestion. “My name is Zee. It is nice to meet you,” she tested the new appellation. “I like it.” She grinned.

Rain had to wonder if the machine-girl would have been just as satisfied with any other name, but it was nice to see her happy. She had a beautiful smile. “Nice to meet you too, Zee,” she replied, chuckling. “Wanna get out of here now?”

“To go… outside?” Zee asked, wide-eyed.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been outside before.”

The little android shook her head.

“Wow. Well, now seems like a good time for your first step into the world, yeah?”

Zee hesitated a moment, looking nervous, but eventually nodded. “Y-yes.”

Now, Rain only had to find a way out. She took a few steps forward but suddenly felt light-headed and had to lean against a table for a moment.

“Oh, you’re hurt! Your head!” Zee exclaimed, alarmed.

“Yeah, might have had a little fall or two earlier…” Rain muttered. “Give me a minute, I should be fine.” She hoped that was true.

“Wait, I know what to do.”

“Huh?” Rain watched as the girl hurried towards another corner of the room, where she grabbed a box hanging from the wall and brought it back.

Zee laid the box down on a table, opened it, and took something inside that looked suspiciously like a small pistol. She examined the device, frowning, then shook it vigorously for a moment. “Oh, good. It still works,” she said enthusiastically after another look at it. Without warning, she pressed the object against the side of Rain’s neck.

“Ow!” Rain cried out at the sudden pain as something punctured her skin. “What the hell?”

“It will help you heal faster,” Zee explained timidly.

“Really?” Rain grumbled dubiously, rubbing at her neck. “Well, a little warning next time before you jab something into someone’s neck, alright? How is that thing supposed to help anyway?”

“I’m sorry,” Zee lamented. “It uses nanomachines charged by agitation that will help repair a human’s body by… um…” she hesitated, her eyes unfocusing for an instant. “I do not know the details,” she admitted sadly.

“That’s okay. I probably wouldn’t understand any of it anyway.” Rain only hoped that the injection would work as advertised, or at the very least that it wouldn’t have any adverse effects. She did realize that the pain in her neck had vanished very quickly. “Say, do you know how come this place still has power after all this time?” she asked as the thought came to her.

“Oh! I know that!” the android said excitedly, evidently very happy to be useful. “The generator is over there,” she began, walking towards a big machine on the other side of the room. “It charges up its power cells when electricity is available, then it can power the facility in case of an emergency.”

“Huh. So it all runs on some kind of fancy battery? For two hundred years?”

“Well, at full operation, it would be drained much faster than that, but it appears that the facility is now running in a power-saving mode in which only the essential systems are sustained. As such, it would be able to last for a very long time.” Zee crouched next to the generator and opened a door in its base. “Ah, yes, see? Most of its power cells are depleted now. The one it is currently running on nearly is as well. Only this last cell here is still fully charged,” she explained, pointing at a row of cube-shaped devices.

Rain took an interested look. She doubted anything back home was made to run on a “power cell” like this, and she couldn’t possibly bring back the large generator itself, but maybe one of the tech-heads could figure something out to use the juice its batteries contained. And if so, that would be very, very valuable. “That could be useful. Can I take it out?” she asked, elated at the thought.

“Yes. Just lift the latch next to it.”

Rain did as instructed, then grabbed the foot-wide device with both hands, and tried to pull it out of the generator. She grunted with sudden effort as she lifted it a short distance with great difficulty, then finally had to put it down on the floor before she dropped it. “Shit, that thing’s heavy!” she gasped, stepping back and frowning at the contraption. There was no way she’d be able to carry it very far.

Zee stepped up, bent down and grasped the power cell, then lifted it up without showing any sign of exertion at all. She looked at Rain expectantly, a small smile on her lips.

Rain blinked at the skinny girl holding the excessively heavy device like it was nothing at all. If she still had any doubts that Zee was not human, they were now gone. “Okay, fine, you carry it then.”

She picked up a few more random knick-knacks that looked like they might be worth something to fill out her pack, then they walked out of the room. At this point, she really just wanted to get home and sleep for a long time.

“What are you going to do with all those things?” Zee asked curiously.

“Sell ‘em. Stuff like this is hard to come by these days. We lost the tech to make most of ‘em, or at least not in big quantities. So that’s my job, finding old junk that folks will pay for.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Now, here’s the problem,” Rain said, waving a hand around the room with the hole in the ceiling. “I, uh, made my entrance from up there — a bit unwillingly, mind — but now it’s out of reach. This door’s blocked, and this one’s locked. Do you… know how to get out of here, by any chance? Oh! Maybe you can clear out that rubble with your crazy strength, huh?”

Zee peered at the door blocked by debris. A huge piece of the floor above had fallen right in front of it. “Um, I think that’s too big even for me. But…” She walked to the locked door instead and waved one hand next to the small panel next to it. There was a beep, then a clicking sound, and the door swung open effortlessly when Zee pulled on its handle.

“What? How’d you do that?” Rain exclaimed. “I poked at that thing for a while and it wouldn’t do shit for me.”

“It’s coded to unlock only for certain radio-frequency identification microchips, from Nakamura Industries employees who are allowed at this level. It’s not surprising that it did not recognize your chip. Um, though I suppose you might not have a chip at all.”

“Radio what…?”

“Oh, it works by… um…” Again, Zee’s eyes unfocused for a short instant, which Rain was guessing happened when the android tried to get information from her “Grid,” whatever that was. The girl sighed, clearly frustrated by the situation. It couldn’t be easy to have suddenly lost the ability to apparently know everything.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. You got it open, that’s what matters. Good job,” Rain tried to comfort her, and was rewarded with a big smile.

Conveniently, the door led to a staircase and, after climbing up a few flights of stairs and going through another radio-thingamajig door, they found themselves back in the lobby area. Zee looked around, wide-eyed.

“I guess the place changed a bit since your time, huh?”

The android nodded wordlessly, staring at the piles of sand here and there, the rubble strewn around, the big hole in the floor.

Rain glanced around and spotted stairs going up. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

They climbed up to the second floor and, after a few wrong turns, Rain managed to find her way back to the room from which she had entered the facility.

“Careful, don’t touch that wire,” she warned, pointing out the trap across the door’s threshold.

Zee cautiously stepped over it with an almost comical level of wariness, holding her cloak up to her knees and slowly lifting one foot, then the other.

Rain noticed with relief that the dust storm had passed. It had blown in a considerable amount of sand, filling up a good portion of the room. Conveniently, the heap of sand also formed a ramp that they could crawl up to reach the hole in the ceiling.

She hoisted herself onto the roof of the submerged building and took a deep breath. It was nice to take in dust-free air again. Turning around, she watched as Zee lifted up the hefty power cell and put it down on the roof, then she gave the girl a hand in getting up herself, though it took some effort, the petite-looking android being rather heavier than she appears.

Zee slowly spun around, taking in the desolation surrounding them. “There used to be a city here,” she said softly.

Rain didn’t know what to say to someone who had just lost her whole world, so she just gave the girl’s shoulder a hopefully reassuring squeeze.

Looking up at the sky, she estimated it was early morning. She had been unconscious down below for quite a while, it seemed. Thinking of that made her realize that she actually felt much better than she had a short while ago. Maybe Zee’s surprise injection was doing some good after all.

She walked off in the direction where she had left her bike. There was only sand there now. Sighing, she started digging around, pushing off the sand with her hands until she found a piece of the tarp she had laid over her vehicle, then worked to uncover the whole thing. Finally, once she could remove the covering, she examined the sand bike thoroughly and found it didn’t seem to have sustained any serious damage.

Parched with exertion, she took a long drink from her flask, then her stomach growled loudly, so she unwrapped some pieces of dried meat she had brought with her. As she chewed on her provisions, she watched Zee, who was now slowly wandering around aimlessly, looking deep in thought.

She noticed that the girl’s hair, that she had at first taken for silvery blond in the dimness of the ruins, actually seemed to be a pale shade of blue in the daylight, which accentuated her ethereal beauty. The wind danced in her hair and sometimes caught in her cloak, revealing rather indecent glimpses of her nude body underneath. The garment’s erratic movements kept exposing her fine legs, and sometimes even her shapely butt on a strong gust.

She really was a gorgeous young woman, Rain thought — a little embarrassed but not enough to make her stop looking. Then again, if you were going to create a person from scratch, she supposed there was no sense in making her ugly.

After some time, the android girl stopped roaming around and walked up to where Rain was resting, sitting with her back against her bike.

“You okay?” Rain asked.

Zee nodded. “Yes. I think so. It is… quite the shock. The whole of civilization, gone. But I have been thinking about what you said. I think I would like to try… living my own life, like a human does.”

Rain smiled. “Great, that’s the spirit.”

“Will you help me?”

“Sure.”

“Will you teach me everything there is to know about how humans live?”

Rain chuckled. “Well, sure, what I know anyway. I’m not really, uh, ‘all-knowing’ like you were. But nobody is, I guess, we just kinda figure it out as best we can and make do. You’ll be fine.”

“Thank you.” Zee suddenly bent down and gave Rain a hug, surprising her — and causing a little embarrassment as she remembered how she had been admiring the girl’s figure just a few minutes ago.

“No problem. That’s what friends are for, right?” she said awkwardly. So corny, did you really just say that? she thought, but Zee only nodded and smiled.

Rain got to her feet and started putting away the rest of her food when a thought came to her. “Oh, uh, do you need to… eat? Or what do you for… Shit, I didn’t think of that before, are you gonna be okay away from your… box thing? How do you get, you know, powered?”

Zee smiled and shook her head at Rain’s worries. “I will be fine. My synthetic skin is made to absorb energy from sunlight, which should be sufficient to keep me functional under normal circumstances. I can also eat and combust organic materials for extra energy if need be, though that is usually not required.”

“Energy from sunlight… That’s… Yeah, okay, you’re pretty impressive. That’s what you want me to say?”

The girl grinned while Rain shook her head in wonder.

“Alright then. Ready to go home?” Rain asked as she sat on her sand bike and indicated a spot behind her.

Zee nodded happily and climbed up, while Rain turned on the ignition. There was a plaintive whine from the motor as it sputtered for a moment then went silent.

“Err, yeah, sometimes it takes a few tries…”

Luckily, the second attempt fared better. The vehicle came to life and they finally set off.

Continue on to Part Three

Loving Lisa, Chapter 6

  • Posted on January 28, 2017 at 2:43 pm

By JetBoy

Night. The house was silent. I’d tucked the girls in and kissed them chastely, instructing them not to stay up all night talking. Going back downstairs, I made a half-hearted attempt to straighten up the family room, but quickly chose to leave nearly all of it for the next day.

After that I washed my face, brushed my teeth and went to bed, carefully leaving the door ajar.

I laid there in wishful anticipation, naked except for skimpy silk panties, the smooth sheets cool against my swollen nipples. No touching. Only waiting. In vain, probably, but just in case…

The whole time I’d been hanging out with the girls, I’d toyed with the notion of getting Lisa alone and inviting her to sneak out of Vanessa’s room to pay me a little after-hours visit once my daughter had dozed off — but in the end, I couldn’t. Ever since this dance of seduction had begun between the two of us, I’d been following Lisa’s lead, letting her set the pace of our relationship. That made it more comfortable for me, somehow.

Anyhow, I don’t want her to come to me because I asked her to, I told myself.

Somehow, in spite of everything, I fell asleep.

Wrenched into sudden wakefulness, I squinted at the clock. 1:22 AM. Had there just been a sound, coming from the hall?

I lay there, heart pounding crazily — then a delicious rush of warmth flowed through me from head to toe as Lisa padded into the room, wearing only her panties. She stood there for a moment, illuminated by the moonlight that spilled through my window.

“Hi there,” she said.

I grinned like a perfect fool, brimming with love for this enchanting creature. “Hi, sweetie.”

“Any room in there for me?” she murmured shyly, hands clasped demurely before her, swiveling back and forth with barely contained excitement. Believe me, I knew how she felt.

I sat up, the sheet slipping down to reveal my naked upper half. “I sure do, honey,” I sighed happily, pushing the sheet to one side, “C’mon in!”

Lisa scrambled onto the bed with me and snuggled close, propping herself up on one elbow to take a good look at my near-nakedness. “Wow,” she murmured, “your boobs… they’re be-YOO-tiful!” She laid her face against them. “So — so soft. An’ warm!”

Every atom of me was pulsing with raw, uninhibited excitement. This sweet cherub, for weeks the object of my affection and lust, was half-naked, in my bed and in my arms. And we had hours of privacy to explore pleasures innumerable…

“Thank you,” I purred. I reached for her hand, placing it on my breast. Her eyes grew wide as my nipple grew firm in the palm of her hand.

“Wow,” she said again. “That feels… so cool!” She began caressing my breasts, utterly enthralled, a child with a wonderful new toy.

As for me, I was a woman on fire, positively aching with the need to make love to this sweet girl — then that ache grew even more acute when she bent down to kiss my throbbing nipple.

I moaned, “Oh, Lisa!”

She raised her face, alarmed. “Was… was that okay?”

I was trembling inside, trying not to let it show. “Yes, Lisa…” I sighed. “It felt wonderful…”

Lisa grinned, then took my other nipple into her warm mouth, sucking it gently.

Slowly I lay back, Lisa nestled in my arms. Had I ever known such happiness? Hard to imagine. For there was my treasure, one bare leg draped over my tummy, sucking at my right breast. The glow in me was so bright, all I could do was lie there and bask in its warmth. Mmmmmmm.

In the moonlight that spilled in through my window, Lisa was a thing of magic — a nymph, a pixie, a water sprite. I began to stroke her lustrous hair, then allowed my hand to explore, sliding down her soft, elegant neck, pausing to caress a shoulder, tracing the ridge of her spine, finally reaching the elastic waistband of her panties.

Lisa slid her right leg further upward, opening herself wide for me. I spread my fingers to cup the incredible softness of her bottom, gliding from cheek to cheek. It moved against my hand; I felt it rise, then contract to my touch. Growing bolder still, I ran a finger down her pantied crack, seeking the soft heat between her legs, then applied gentle pressure to Lisa’s mound until dampness began to seep through the thin material. There came a tiny mewling from the mouth at my breast, and a shiver ran through her slender frame.

Suddenly Lisa raised her face, whispered, “Wait a minute!” Pushing herself back into a sitting position, she clumsily tugged her panties down until they dangled from a foot, then flicked them away.

That taken care of, Lisa climbed on top of me again, now blessedly naked. Sighing blissfully, she gazed up at me with adoring eyes. “I love you, Mrs. Johnson.”

I hugged her to me. “I love you too, sweetie,” I whispered, “and you don’t have to call me ‘Mrs. Johnson,’ when we’re together like this. You can call me Roxanne.”

Lisa’s mouth popped open. “Really? Can I?”

“Of course,” I said softly, my arms twining around her. “Lovers always call each other by their first names.” I stroked her cheek with the tip of a finger. “And we, Lisa, are lovers.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, yeah… we are, huh? Aw, that’s like, the best thing ever!” She was nodding her head with such vigor that it made the bed shake.

“I take it, then, that you like the idea?” I teased.

“Oh, totally! Mega-totally!” Then she went quiet, almost shy. “Um, Roxanne? Can I please play with your boobs some more…?”

I lay back, offering myself up. “Be my guest.”

With a grin and an enthused, “Yeah!” Lisa began to kiss and lick my nipples again, using her hand to fondle whichever breast happened to be unoccupied. She hummed her enjoyment all the while. Oh my, it felt sooo good…

Wanting to do my share in this game of love, I slipped a hand between Lisa’s thighs. She spread her legs wide, her dancer’s frame allowing the child to bend both knees and press herself flat onto me, the heat of her sex brushing against my tummy.

Slowly, carefully, I worked a finger into Lisa’s moist pussy — and felt her go “mmmMMMMMmmm!” around my nipple, which felt absolutely divine.

For the third time since we’d met, I was masturbating Lisa — only this time, there was no need for us to pretend we were doing something else.

Lisa had to come up for air, gaping at me, her expression almost feral in its animal passion — then a shiver ran through her body, and she buried her face in my breasts.

Feeling her orgasm approach, I decided to up the ante, and began to gently stroke her clit with the ball of my thumb. That’s when she really lost it. She bit down on my nipple, then released it, throwing her head back and panting in a frenzy. Her body was bucking and rocking atop mine, eyes squeezed shut, teeth bared and clenched until, finally, she sighed oh, so softly and slowly went limp.

Now she lay quietly, a cheek resting against my breast, her breath warming my nipple. I drank in her sweet aroma: shampoo, light sweat, the earthy scent of her sex.

My hand was caught between her soft thighs. Pulling it free, I traced her tender little slit with a finger, then brought it to my face. I smelled my finger. Licked it. Mmmm, delicious.

“I love how you taste,” I murmured.

She stirred, then her head came up surprisingly quickly. “You do?”

I smiled and nodded. “You have a yummy pussy.” I slowwwwwly licked a finger, making the gesture as sexy as I could.

Her mouth opened, eyes went wide. “Ooooh, that’s a bad word. You’re not s’posed to say it!” Then she giggled. So adorable.

I smiled at her elfin face, just inches away from my own. “No.” And I stroked her cheek. “I’m probably not supposed to be playing in bed with you like this, either.”

She grinned. “But we are, huh?”

“We sure are.”

She snuggled onto my breast again, kissed the nipple once, then lay back down. I felt her hand moving on my stomach. I barely heard Lisa’s little voice on my chest. “I don’t care if it’s a bad thing to do or not. I love playin’ in bed with you.”

Her fingers were tracing lazy circles on my belly. I stroked her hair. If this wasn’t heaven, it would certainly do for the moment.

The feathery touch of Lisa’s fingertips gradually moved wider, then lower, until they were inching along the edge of my panties. I leaned in, kissed the top of her head. “Touch me, Lisa,” I whispered. “Touch me all over, anywhere at all. I want you to.”

Her hand paused briefly, then slid down further, moving hesitantly over my panty-covered mons. I felt the quick thrum thrum thrum of Lisa’s heart as she felt my sex for the first time, knowing how new it was to her — the spongy tuft of pubic curls, the fatness of my ripe cunt. She lightly caressed me. I raised my hips to meet her fingers, the very breath in me trembling as it left my mouth.

Her head lifted, and she peeked at me. An awkward smile. “Um… I don’t know what to do next…”

“Oh, honey…” I opened my arms, “come here.” And she shimmied her naked body up to bury her face in my neck. I hugged her tightly, kissing her hair, her ear, her brow.

She popped her head up to whisper into my ear. “I’m sorry…” Then just as quickly, ducked back down.

“Oh, hush, pretty butt,” I cooed, and gave her a playful pat on her bottom. She clenched those pert little cheeks with a titter, then nuzzled my neck. “It’s okay, Lisa. With making love, you learn by doing.”

“Well, yeah… but you been doin’ it way longer than me,” she protested. “I never made love to anyone ever!”

“Want me to help you, then?” I said, and felt her nod into my neck. “Okay. First, I’m gonna teach you how to kiss.”

“I already know that, silly!” Lisa giggled. “I give my mom an’ dad kisses all the time.”

“No, not that kind of kissing… I mean, the way real lovers do it.”

She came up quickly again, her adorable face inches away, gazing deep into my eyes. “Sexy kissing, you mean?”

“Yup. Now give me one, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Her head tilted like a puppy’s, and she leaned in to gently touch her lips to mine, then pulled back a bit to make eye contact with me again. We smiled lovingly at one another. “That’s very nice,” I said. “Another, please.”

Lisa leaned in once more. Our lips touched, and when I moved my mouth against hers, she pressed in too. My tongue slid along her loosening lips, and I felt Lisa’s mouth open, inviting me in.

I flirted with her tongue, and it slowly came to life, bashfully toying with mine. With a little encouragement, our kiss grew increasingly passionate. Without words, I taught Lisa the hot, steamy games that the mouths of lovers can play… and she, bless her, was a most eager student. It felt so good that I think we might have spent the next twenty minutes just making out, holding each other close, kissing again and again.

Finally I pulled back and whispered, “Want to make love to me now?”

She nodded, dazed and happy.

“I was going to take off my panties,” I said, brushing Lisa’s mouth with my fingertips, “but I bet you’d like to do that for me, huh?”

Again, Lisa nodded, grinning excitedly. She scrambled down to kneel between my legs, then looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for my signal. “Hold on a second.” I leaned over and switched on the lamp on my nightstand. “So you can see what you’re doing. Go ahead, honey. Just slip them off…”

Taking hold of the waistband, Lisa pulled my panties down. As they slid past my thighs, my pubes were revealed. She paused, gaped at the sight. “Whoa!”

I smiled. “Big bush, huh?”

She giggled. “Yeah! Big bush!” She touched it lightly. “Mmmm, it’s so soft, too… like a teddy bear!”

I laughed. “A teddy bear… hmmm, I kinda like that. Go ahead — finish taking them off.”

“Oh! Um, yeah.” Lisa worked my panties down to my ankles. then carefully tugged them away from my feet. Then she just stared as I spread myself open, letting my young lover see everything.

Still holding my now forgotten undies in both hands, she breathed, “You’re so… so beautiful.”

I smiled, loving the feeling of being so exposed to this eleven-year-old girl. “It’s all for you, Lisa.” I opened my legs even further. “All yours.”

She blushed so charmingly then. “Oh, Ms. Johnson… thank you. Thank you.”

Me, I was trembling inside with the fierce need I felt for her, on the verge of bursting into tears if she didn’t fuck me right then.

“Touch me,” I said, my voice unsteady. “Please touch me, Lisa.”

Lisa, biting her lower lip, slowly extended her hand. I took it in mine and guided it to my warm, moist pussy, pressing her fingers against the juicy flesh. Oh my, that’s absolutely divine.

Her face was filled with wonder as she touched me, looking more like a child of five than the preteen she was. “Gosh… you feel so hot…”

“I’m hot for you, m-my love.” I placed my hand on hers, moving it around a bit. She got the idea, and began to feel her way around my pussy when I took my hand away, growing more confident as she went. “That’s good, Lisa, mmmm…” I loved watching her touch my cunt, her brow furrowed in concentration like she was working on a finger painting.

Oh, God. I needed to come, and soon. Lisa’s fingers felt great, but it was time to get her focused on the grand prize.

“Oh, honey, you’re doing a wonderful job,” I said.

She beamed, radiant with pride as she fondled me. “Pretty good, huh?”

“Mmmmm, very good, honey. OOOhhhh, so good…” I drew my knees up, opening myself even more. “Okay, are you ready to try something else?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yeah!”

“That’s my girl. Now take two of your fingers, and see if you can push them inside me.”

Lisa bent closer, her lower lip jutting out… and I nearly cried out loud as her lovely, magical fingers slid slowly into my vagina. My head was reeling. “Oh, Lisa!” I gasped. “That’s it! Just like that, ohhhhh…”

She wore such a wicked smile, the little imp. “What now, Mrs. John — um, Roxanne?”

Now… now start moving  — oooh! — in and out of me.” I was shaking like a leaf. “Please, honey — fuck me with your fingers, hard as you can!”

Lisa, clearly thrilled that I would use that word to describe what I wanted her to do, began to piston those wonderful digits in and out, in and out. Her hand was making these slapping sounds as it smacked against me, and that turned me on like you can’t imagine.

Within moments, I exploded in a wrenching climax, my breath leaving me in ragged bursts. Lisa froze up at first, unsure what to do… and I rasped, “Oh God, Lisa — d-DON’T STOP!!”

Her fingers immediately began to pump again, and I shuddered and shook as those sweet, amazing shocks of ecstasy pounded through me. Conscious that my daughter was still in the house, I was covering my mouth, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Finally, my head fell back, and I placed my hand atop Lisa’s, stopping her. “N-no more, honey.”

She flopped down next to me, breathing heavily like I was. I drew Lisa into my arms, enfolding her naked body in a loving embrace.

“Huh… that sounded pretty good!” she giggled. “Did you like it okay?”

“Oh, Lisa,” I whispered, losing myself in her shining eyes, “That was — that was as wonderful as anything I’ve ever felt.” I kissed her gently. “You make me so very happy, my sweet one.”

Her lips sought out mine, and before I knew it, Lisa and I were French kissing again. God, even after that incredible climax, I was still eager for more. I knew what I wanted to do next, though. It was what I’d been dreaming of for weeks — to taste her.

I gently broke our kiss. “Honey,” I said, “I want you to get up on all fours, facing the door.”

She smiled. “Whatcha gonna do…?”

I gave her a mock-stern look. “That’s for me to know and you to find out, young lady!” I said, smacking her butt playfully.

Lisa got onto her knees, then placed her hands on the bed, raising that oh-so-enticing bottom of hers and thrusting it towards me. “Like this?”

“Perfect.” I ran my fingers along the curve of Lisa’s ass, and she sighed happily. It was genuinely thrilling to see goosebumps rise on her thighs in response to my touch.

I knelt on the bed behind Lisa. She craned back to see what I intended to do, then gasped as my mouth gently grazed the back of her thigh. So soft, so sweet.

I fondled Lisa’s legs, stroking them lightly, placing kisses here and there against her pale skin. I heard her purr with delight as I kissed and caressed that adorable butt of hers. The smell and taste of my little lover’s skin had me giddy with desire as my mouth and fingers made love to her, savored her like a good wine.

By now Lisa was quivering with anticipation and need, as the slow, teasing pace of my lovemaking was driving her, well, kind of crazy. She was breathing hard and deep, her body taut in anticipation. The scent of my angel’s arousal was thickening in the air, and it had me higher than a kite.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I burrowed between Lisa’s thighs to kiss her there for the first time, my lips parting to claim her.

It was marvelous. The smell, the taste, the feel of her flower in my mouth was everything I’d dreamed of and more. My heart was swelling with love for this divine girl as I feasted on her luscious pussy.

She was trembling like a leaf as I licked and kissed her, and I knew she would explode in a few seconds. But I wasn’t ready for that — no, not yet…

Lisa moaned in frustration as I withdrew my mouth from her cunt and started to playfully kiss her ass — pausing to nip her soft skin, just hard enough to make her squeal. Then I pulled her sweet cheeks apart, leaning in close to run my tongue up her butt crack.

She gasped, “Oh!” as I began licking her anus with long, luxurious strokes. Meanwhile, my naughty fingers began to toy with the wetness between her legs, then I suddenly slid my index finger deep into Lisa with a single smooth stroke.

That did it. Lisa was panting furiously, quaking from head to toe, then cried out as she went rigid from the intensity of her climax. I redoubled my efforts, licking her asshole as my finger plunged in and out of her pussy. I felt her pelvis jerk against my face, her body bucking as she shuddered with pleasure, panting for air like a marathon runner.

Finally, she collapsed into the sheets, utterly exhausted. I carefully removed my finger from her and sucked her essence from it. Mmmm, ambrosia.

I crawled over to Lisa and placed a gentle kiss upon her flushed cheek. Her eyes slowly opened and she gave me a sweet, sleepy smile, opening her arms to me. I slid into her embrace — and we lay entwined, utterly relaxed and at peace.

But not for long. Lisa began to caress me, her hands traveling hither and yon over my body. She kissed my ear and whispered, “I want to play with you some more,” as her fingers found my pussy.

Goodness… where do young people get their energy? I was pretty tired myself, but I also knew that it might be a long, long while before we could have another night like this.

I lay back and spread my thighs for Lisa as her lips met mine — and suddenly we were once again kissing passionately, and my lust was awakened, raging hot and fierce. God, what this sexy creature did to me!

Her fingers were playing with my wet cunt, her tongue probing my mouth, and I was blissfully happy. Then a really wild idea hit me.

I broke our kiss, took her face in my hands and whispered, “Dear Lisa… would you do something special for me…?”

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed, “I’d try anything for you.” She suddenly began showering my face with quick little kisses, “I love you so much, Mrs. Johnson!”

“It’s Roxanne, remember,” I smiled. “And I love you too.” I took Lisa’s hand and placed it on my throbbing mound.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby,” I murmured. “I want you to take that cute little hand of yours… and push it all the way into my pussy.”

She looked up, startled. “Inside? My whole hand?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh. All of it.”

She was looking doubtful. “I don’t wanna hurt — ”

“You won’t, sweetie, I promise. After all, you have to remember that Vanessa came out of there, right? And she’s lots bigger than your hand is.” Her hand was also bigger than any cock I’d ever had, but not by much.

At that point, though, I didn’t give a damn if it hurt or not — I had to have Lisa’s fist inside me!

She still seemed a little reluctant, but willing to indulge my screwy idea. “Well, if you say so.”

“It’s easy,” I said, taking her hand and guiding it where it needed to be. “Just start with two fingers, then add one more at a time. Once you’ve got your fingers and thumb inside me, just keep them tight together, and wiggle and push hard until your whole hand is in.” I settled in, bracing myself.

Lisa slipped her index and middle fingers into my pussy, sliding them in and out like before.

I shakily continued, “Once y-you’ve done that, make your hand into a fist and just, just start fucking me with it! Ohhhhh yes, Lisa…” Her fingers felt absolutely magical — but I longed to be completely filled. Then again, maybe the pure lewdness of getting fisted by a girl of eleven was what I wanted.

Her face taking on that look of determination again, Lisa got to work. It felt amazing, and looked amazing, too. Here was my underage lover girl, concentrating on working her hand into my pussy!

And with one last push, she did it. Oh, my stars. My head spun as if I’d just drained a tumbler of whiskey in a single gulp.

“Wow…” she whispered, “It’s — it’s in there.” She was fascinated, staring in awe at the sight of her whole hand, buried up to the wrist inside my body.

“Oh m-my gosh, Lisa, yes it is. You did it. Now, just… mmmmm… just start moving slowly in and out.” I could hear her hand and my cunt making sticky slurping sounds as she began to pump her arm. It was slow at first, but as her confidence grew, so did her tempo.

“Faster, honey,” I gasped.

And she did, oh mercy she was thrusting faster, then faster still, the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she watched me go completely wild, because I was really losing it now, she’d never seen that, and I was so hot, so in need of letting go, of casting aside any restraint, of becoming a fucking crazed sex animal for my young lover…

I was moaning, my body was trembling as if it was about to come apart at the seams, and then I fumbled a hand between my legs to stroke my clit, the other shaking hand reaching out to caress that industrious arm that was fucking me so hard, so deep, so good!

Oh yes, my wonderful Lisa was really giving it to me, better than any man ever had, my little lesbian angel breaking me in half with that beautiful fist, knowing somehow that the faster she went, the crazier I got.

When it hit, I saw big, bright cartoon stars. It was just… blinding, I came so hard. Then a velvety darkness came swooping down, and I blacked out.

When I came to, Lisa was nestled in my arms, her hand lightly resting on my still-tingling sex. And without meaning to, I fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 7

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Adventure in the Bush, by kinkychic and kinky’s_sis – 6 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Twenty-year-old Maddie decides to visit her birthplace in South Africa, accompanied by her younger sister (and secret lover) Lucy. It turns out to be quite the adventure.

Adventure of the Amazing Invisible Girl: A Bedtime Story, by Purple Les – 2 parts
When little Alice convinces herself that she can vanish at will, it leads to the kind of naughty fun that few girls of six ever get to enjoy.

Alice in Wonderland, by Girl Lover – 4 chapters so far
Is the old house haunted? Or full of stranger spirits?

Alison’s Adventures – The Beach, by Kinkys_sis
A middle-aged woman is rescued from a frustrating day when she meets and gets to know a gorgeous and very bold girl of thirteen.

Amy’s Gift, by Purple Les – 11 chapters. (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
The Tequila Kid returns, this time setting herself against a remorseless land grabber with a pack of vicious dogs. Along the way, she will occasionally take time to seek pleasure with women – and young girls.

Arizona Nights, by Pretty Pink Taco – 2 chapters so far
Ten-year-old Isabel is confused: Why does her big sister Adriana seem to hate her as a younger sibling, yet also want her as a lover?

The Art of Love, The Love of Art, Part One: Only One Wish, by Karin Halle
When a terminally ill girl of fourteen announces that she wants to experience sex before she dies, her mother struggles with the idea… then a solution unexpectedly presents itself.

The Art of Love, The Love of Art, Part Two: By Invitation Only, by Karin Halle – 2 chapters
After the loss of her daughter Larissa, Karin moves to a different town. There she makes a new friend: a single mother who gives the grieving Karin the chance to experience love again.

The Art of Love, The Love of Art, Part Three: Louise’s Portfolio, by Karin Halle
Karin and her artistic young lover Louise encounter an even younger girl named Chantel at a gallery opening, where they school her in art… and more.

Ashley’s Love, Book One, by Rosey M – 7 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Sisters Ashley and Rhonda have a long, complicated history as sisters… sometimes, more than sisters. Can they overcome a troublesome home life to find shared happiness? This is their story.

Au Pair, by Misty Meadow – 6 chapters  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Desperate to find somewhere she can afford to live in London, a young lesbian accepts a live-in job looking after a preteen girl — and her life soon gets complicated in a big way.

Bad Girls Club: The Beginning, by Mystery Mouse – 4 chapters  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Sixteen-year-old Katherine has the chance to start all over again at a new school after being harassed and teased mercilessly at her previous one. Here, she falls in with a quartet of very different girls who share something quite intriguing in common. Katherine likes them, and they like her — but will she ever really be part of the group?

Bad Like Me, by eloquent delinquent – 8 chapters so far  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Shy, repressed Charlotte secretly explores the pleasures and perils of her budding sexuality, with help from a surprisingly free-spirited new partner.

Beautiful Evelyn, Beautiful Bee, by Kinkys_sis – 3 parts
A teenage girl finds herself attracted to a painfully shy girl of eleven and decides to do something about it.

The Beekeeper’s Daughters, by BlueJean – 10 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
A mysterious forest spirit and an awakening interest in their bodies will unite two little girls with their mother in a beautiful, magical way.

The Beekeeper’s Lament, by BlueJean – 14 chapters. (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Something sinister is brewing in the village of Derwold. A dark power seeks ancient knowledge, and will stop at nothing to find it. The Newton family and young witch Sadie Laine find themselves in mortal peril, and must use all the resources at their disposal to oppose this new threat.

Bella Donna, The Little Witch, by Kinkys_sis
After she falls down a steep hill while jogging, Liz is taken in, cared for and more by a gypsy family with a very special little girl.

Between Evening and Dawn, by Karin Halle
Attending the funeral of an aunt she barely knew, Tammy encounters a mysterious guest: a girl of fifteen named Watson who claims to have been Aunt Liz’s lover. Watson has been more or less homeless since Liz died, so Tammy offers to take her in, at least for the moment. A very unusual night will bring these two especially close.

Birds in Flight, by Girl Lover – 10 chapters  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
When a popular cheerleader takes a bullied ten-year-old girl under her wing, it sets off a chain of events that will affect their lives in a big way.

Blessed Sacrament, by Jacqueline Jillinghoff – 3 parts
Seventh-grader Barbara is experiencing strange, confusing feelings for her teacher, Sister Katherine… feelings that she is suddenly given the opportunity to explore.

Bo and Me, by Unfastened Belts – 8 chapters so far (see Chapter Links for descriptions), more coming soon!
The story of a teenage girl who falls in love with her little sister.

A Bordello in New Orleans, by Kinkychic – 7 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions),
Frances is an eleven-year-old girl of mixed race who lives in New Orleans with her mother at the end of the 1700s, a time of considerable political turmoil. She is about to embark on a personal journey of a lifetime, one that will involve war, commerce, pleasure, and, ultimately, true love.

The Bus, by Karen Cypher
A young woman enjoys an erotic encounter with a stranger.

Captain Bren and the Royal Siren, by Kinkychic and Kinky’s_sis  – 9 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
The saga of female pirate Captain Bren, her lover Marianna, and her band of pirates resumes.

Caring for Molly, by Girl Lover – 4 chapters
Looking to earn some money, a teenager agrees to work after school, taking care of a disabled girl.

Circle of Stories 1: Linda, by Suzy Freeman
Linda’s sleepover chat with her best friend Scarlett leads the girls into masturbating together, then more. But the night holds a few more surprises…

Connecting Flight, by Karin Halle –
When stewardess Adeline meets an unhappy thirteen-year-old named Carolanne who has been left to fly on her own, she takes the girl under her wing. Later, she finds that Carolanne has a lovely way of expressing her gratitude.

The Corruption of Amy, by BabyKeiko
A young mother explores dark, forbidden pleasures with Amy, her lover of fourteen.

Creative Writing, by Sammy
As a home-school assignment, a teenage girl writes a “personal essay” about her very special intimate relationship with her teacher, who also happens to be her mother.

Dana’s Crush, by Lily
Fifteen-year-old Dana has been secretly in love with the single mother next door for years… and on one magical night, she gets the opportunity to make her fantasy real.

Dancing for Miss Darling, by Misty Meadow
Desperately in love with her gym teacher, twelve-year-old Misty decides to seduce her with an erotic dance.

Daria’s Dreams, by Jojo Starr – 5 chapters
Daria has a repetitive dream which is exciting, intriguing and then frightening.

Darkness Falls, by Girl Lover – 4 chapters
A lonely young woman meets an equally lonely young girl, except… who and what is this girl, really?

Down the Rabbit Hole, by BlueJean – 10 chapters.  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Thirty-something mother Sarah and her girlfriend Frankie spend weekends exploring the limits of their sexuality while Sarah’s eight-year-old daughter Kerry is away at her father’s. A taboo video and a pair of used panties will set them on a path of unspeakable perversion.

The Dream Book, by KaiaKitty
While writing in her diary, a girl experiences a magical encounter with a woman from another world — where things are very different from ours.

Echo of a Person, by Karin Halle
Unearthed in an antique store, an old photo of a family gathering contains a lovely secret — a story of two girls who find love.

Encounter on the Beach, by kinkychic
After overindulging during a pub crawl, Carole steps out for a breath of air and collapses on a nearby beach, where she is found by two underage girls who are in the mood for a little wicked fun.

Esther and the Enchanted Egg, by Jacqueline Jillinghoff
A young girl named Esther prefers to live her life completely naked. One day, she lends a helping hand to a mysterious old woman, and is rewarded with the gift of an object that possesses some very magical powers.

Evelyn the Mermaid, by Shy Mom
A mermaid shares love with a little girl.

The Evil That Men Do, by Rachael Yukey – 27 chapters so far.  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
The sequel to “Strange Brew,” in which Nettie Hastings investigates a kidnapping and confronts her personal demons. Along the way, lots of other interesting things happen to her friends, lovers, and acquaintances.

Falling for Fiona, by cs.unwin – 2 parts
A 12-year-old girl caught in the rain accepts a ride from the new neighbor, a woman from the big city with some very interesting ideas.

A Fast Girl, by kinkys_sis – 3 parts
A photographer just returned from a foreign assignment discovers she’s been more or less ditched by her girlfriend, and decides to head down to the river for a little peace and quiet, only to find her favorite spot overrun by underage girls. She’s annoyed at first, but then one very special girl captures her attention.

Floor Show, by Jacqueline Jillinghoff – 2 parts
Vickie is fascinated by her ten-year-old daughter’s new friend Kimberly, especially when she discovers that the girls are more than just friends.

Flying High, by kinkys_sis – 2 parts
Fourteen-year-old Sandy is a girl in love, hopelessly so. Astrid, the object of her unspoken affection, is the school’s star gymnast, two years older, utterly beautiful — and doesn’t know Sandy exists. But when Astrid sustains a painful injury on the balance beam, Sandy will steal into her life, hoping against hope she can summon the courage to make her true feelings known.

A Girl in the Night, by kinkys_sis
Sonya, a teenage girl, encounters a homeless fourteen-year-old Ukrainian refugee named Erica in a local park. Moved by Erica’s story, she takes the girl home, where Sonya’s mom insists she stay rather than return to the street. Soon, Sonya and Erica will become friends… then more.

A Girl Named Charlie, by Amanda Lynn – 9 chapters  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Unexpected discoveries, unexpected encounters, and unexpected love between girls and women.

Grace of the Lady Elgin, by Karin Halle – 3 parts.
When fourteen-year-old Susannah Croft discovers a naked, unconscious young girl washed up on a beach, she brings her home, not knowing how this castaway will change everything — for herself, and her mother.

The Grafton Lodge Girls, by Joe Dornish – 5 chapters. (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
A weekend get-together for four former college mates, now mothers, along with their underage daughters. Much fun is to be had, though not the innocent kind.

Greenfield Tales, by JB West – 12 chapters  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Six-year-old Katie gets a scare when her mother Kim falls and injures her head. A police officer named Deena responds to the emergency call and gives Katie a ride to the hospital. There, Deena meets Kim’s sister Rachel and her eight-year-old daughter Emily and quickly realizes that she feels a very intense attraction to the two little girls.

Happenstance, by No One – 6 chapters
After being prompted by a stranger online, two young girls try kissing each other.

Her Sister, Her Mentor, by Tommy X – 4 chapters so far.
A tale of sisters at school, learning things outside the standard curriculum.

Her True Self Discovery, by BabyKeiko – 2 parts.
Darlene, a lesbian single mother struggling with a hidden obsession with young girls, accepts a dinner invitation from her friend Chrissy, who has a preteen daughter of her own. This evening will change Darlene’s life in a big way.

The Holly and the Ivy, by Amanda Lynn – 5 chapters
Dealing with bitter disappointment, a young woman finds that fate has some lovely surprises in store for her.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation, by Purple Les, with Cariad & JetBoy – 2 parts so far.
In which a girl of fourteen spends a giddy summer exploring her sexuality after figuring out that she likes girls.

How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, by Openmindedwoman – 12 chapters so far (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Casual, intimate nudity leads to more… much more.

Ice and Fire, by No One – 3 parts
Nerdy teen Riley is nonplussed to discover that the hottest girl in school is attracted to her, especially since she isn’t gay… still, why not accept a date with her and see how things go?

Idol, by No One – 3 parts
Nine-year-old Zoe is obsessed with pop star Shana Belle. When she wins a contest to spend a day with her idol, Zoe will discover that Shana has a very special, very exciting secret.

Idol II, by No One – 4 parts
A year after her first sexual fling with 10-year-old Zoe, teen pop star Shana Belle is on tour again, and performing a gig very near Zoe’s town. They make plans to get together again — only this time, Zoe has a special treat in store for her older lover.

Impossible Moments, by Karen Cypher – 2 parts
Crossing boundaries, breaking taboos, to satisfy a mutual desire and share a deep love.

In My Room, by KaiaKitty
A little girl dreams about her fairy mother.
       Read the companion piece to this story — In Her Room

Innocence and Nature, by Alison Wheatcroft – 2 parts so far
A teenage girl and an 8-year-old girl learn from each other about life, friendship, and sex.

Jeannie and the Bottle, by Amanda Lynn – 5 chapters
Women enjoying each other’s bodies, fulfilling their hottest fantasies… some of this happened in real life, but how much?

Jewels of Africa, by kinkys_sis – 4 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
A young lesbian of thirteen named Holly sets off on a sea cruise with her mother. Along the way, Holly will encounter danger, action, adventure… and a lot of hot sex with women and girls.

Just This Once, by eloquent delinquent
When Sharon’s masturbation session during bath time gets interrupted by her eight-year-old daughter Hayley, she hesitantly allows the child to join her in the tub. Things happen.

Knuckle Ridge, by Purple Les – 9 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Returning from her travels (as described in “Tears of the Sun”) The Tequila Kid stumbles into a whole new adventure — one filled with danger, seduction, and sex.

The Latchmore Fairies, by C. Cat – 11 chapters
Single mother Amanda and her eleven-year-old daughter Katie find new love when a beloved garden estate offers Katie the opportunity to become one of their fairies, whose duty and privilege it is to shower affection on other little girls who visit… as well as a few lucky grown women.

Lessons Learned, by Amanda Lynn – 4 chapters
Is Jessica’s beautiful blonde high school history teacher really flirting with her, or is she only imagining that?

Like a Ghost in the Night, by kinkychic & kinkys_sis
In which a college-age lesbian discovers that the ten-year-old daughter of her older lover has a very strange, very exciting fetish that she needs help to explore.

The Little Prisoner, by Jacqueline Jillinghoff
In which a college-age lesbian discovers that the ten-year-old daughter of her older lover has a very strange, very exciting fetish that she needs help to explore.

Lollipop Lane, by Emma – 5 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Soon after her thirteenth birthday, a sad young girl named Lilliana finds herself mocked by her peers and scorned by her parents. But on the verge of giving up completely, she will find refuge in the form of a mysterious woman named Clarissa Ashcroft, and at a much-rumored place for girls like Lilliana: Lollipop Lane.

The Loves and Labours of Doris Sloane, by JetBoy & BlueJean — 15 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
The tale of Doris, a sixteen-year-old girl who, in pre-Second World War England, takes a position as a nanny with a well-to-do mother and her three daughters, and her subsequent adventures.

Married With Children, by Girl Lover – 4 chapters
A chance meeting at the local pool and a single mother is fascinated by her daughter’s young friend’s beautiful eyes.

Merging, by J.R. Hartley – 7 chapters so far
Clair’s visit to her new friend Leia’s home leads to a confession and a great deal more!

Mommy’s Lip Gloss, by Kelly Ann
Kelly’s mom wears a lip gloss that has a very distinctive taste.

Moonlight Desires, by Amanda Lynn – 2 parts
A teenage girl has an unusual fascination with the moon, a sexual obsession.

Mortification of the Flesh, by Jacqueline Jillinghoff
When a young girl in a Catholic school violates an important rule, Sister Lucretia is there to impose her very severe, very delicious form of discipline.

Mother-Daughter Bond, by Karin Halle
When fourteen-year-old Katie is dealing with painful periods, her family doctor advises her to masturbate for relief, recommending sex toys for especially strong orgasms. Katie’s mum Deb is shocked at first, but finally agrees to assist her daughter in purchasing the toys she needs… then helps Katie use her new toys. Things get complicated.

A Mother/Daughter Journey, by Mommy Janice – 4 chapters so far
A story about the growing intimacy between single mom Janice and her little girl, Angie.

A Mother’s Plea, by 3 Fingers Neat – 5 chapters (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Kim is a closeted fifth-grade teacher with a hopeless attraction to one of her students, an eleven-year-old named Chelsea. She assumes that nothing will ever come of her secret longing, so it’s something of a shock when the girl’s mother comes to her one day with a very unorthodox request…

The Museum, by kinkys_sis
A young woman’s fascination with the painting of an ancient Egyptian princess takes her on an unexpected journey through time, where she will discover her true self… and true love.

My Amazing Mum, by Misty Meadow – 6 parts
I love my mum in ways a daughter isn’t really supposed to. Now, finally, Mum might be ready to love me the same way… and I can be a lesbian for real!

My Best Friend’s Girl, by Debbie I – 3 parts.
A divorced single mom finds herself obsessed with the twelve-year-old daughter of her new best friend. She manages to keep her desire a secret, but little does she know that her friend has secrets of her own.

My China Doll, by Misty Meadow
A young girl presents a beautiful gift to her mother.

My Daughter’s Secrets, by Misty Meadow – 3 parts
When a lesbian mother accidentally finds her preteen daughter’s diary, she is unable to resist the urge to peek inside — and what she finds there will change their relationship in some very startling ways.

My Family, Friends, and Sex, by Purple Les – 33 chapters  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
The exciting sexual adventures of a young curious girl.

My Granddaughter, Jasmine, by kinky_sis
A lonely widow, still struggling to cope with the loss of her husband, gets a new lease on life and love when her granddaughter pays a visit.

My Lesbian Family, by JetBoy & Cunthia
A brief memoir from the life of a married lesbian, and how she and her wife run into complications when her twelve-year-old daughter Sammy comes out as gay.

My Sister’s Trap, by kinky_sis & kinkychic
After Becky enjoys an afternoon of illicit pleasure with her seductive twelve-year-old niece Jess, her younger sister Lucy finds out — and uses this information to blackmail Becky into giving her some of what Jess got.

My Weekend Awakening (And What it Led to), by kinkychic – 5 parts
The story of a teenage girl with a love for motorcycles: how she discovers her sexuality, explores her newfound knowledge, has some very wild times and eventually finds true love… in a place she’d never thought of looking.

The New Girl, by No One – 2 parts
When obliged to invite a new student from school to her sleepover, thirteen-year-old River worries that the presence of Alyssa, a girl she barely knows, will put a damper on an evening of sexy fun with her best girlfriends. However, there’s much more to this new girl than meets the eye…

A New Hope, by No One – 2 parts
Emilia is a lesbian of sixteen who has yet to do more than kiss a girl. But when she babysits eleven-year-old Stella, Emilia is startled to learn that the adorable young girl is experienced in some very intriguing ways — and eager to share what she knows.

Nighttime Secrets, by No One – 1 part so far. (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Nine-year-old Willow is obsessed with her new stepsister Lily, who is thirteen. She’s especially interested in what her older sibling looks like naked, even if she’s not exactly sure why. This interest will lead to big changes in their relationship, especially when Lily’s best friend (and secret crush) Dani gets drawn in.

Not Like Other Girls, by Karin Halle – 3 parts
When fifteen-year-old Melody learns that her private parts have never fully developed and that her sex life may never be a normal one, she is devastated at first — then learns how much family and friends can help in times of personal crisis.

The Nude Bug, by Jacqueline Jillinghoff
Miko’s best friend Leah, comes home from summer vacation brimming with enthusiasm for her new nudist lifestyle. Little Miko is shocked, but it’s only a matter of time before she, too, is bitten by the nude bug.

Only One Wish, by Karin Halle
When a terminally ill girl of fourteen announces that she wants to experience sex before she dies, her mother struggles with the idea… then a solution unexpectedly presents itself.

Our Secret Place, by E.M. Parsons
Having just moved from the USA to Australia, single mother Jen is accompanying her preteen daughter to pre-season football training when she finds herself falling for her kid’s new best friend and teammate, Elodie. In the past, Jen has barely managed to restrain her hidden desire for young girls, but Elodie just might be too compelling to resist.

Pages from a Diary, by Rachael Yukey – 30 chapters  (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Mallory, a bright but lonely Christian girl of eleven, gets to know a girl named Julie. Their friendship will turn Mallory’s life upside down in unexpected and very exciting ways. 

A Pair of Blue Panties, by kinkys_sis
Thirteen-year-old Bee is enthralled by a younger girl named Rose after getting a glimpse under her skirt.

Paula, by Jacqueline Jillinghoff
A haunting tale of love lost and redeemed at a girls’ boarding school.

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The End of August, Part One

  • Posted on January 27, 2017 at 1:54 pm

By Jane Doe

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive }

The end of August has come and with it the end of freedom. The heat is nigh unbearable, the sun beating down on our heads as Dad lugs the last of the suitcases up to the curb in front of the dorm. Dad and I have already dragged most of Sara and I’s things up to our little room, so I take a moment to wipe the sweat from my brow and contemplate my miserable situation. Eighteen years old, my senior year, and I’m back in this hell-hole.

Back to Mark, and all my supposed friends. Mom couldn’t stop chattering about how much I must be looking forward to seeing all my friends. They’re just comrades in misery. People I would never talk to if we weren’t all stuck in this prison together. And why? So our parents can be unshackled from the inconveniences of children for three quarters of the year.

And this year, joy of joys, Sara is joining me. It’s like they read my mind and found the one thing that would make time here even less bearable. Babysitting the miscreant and keeping her out of trouble. If she hadn’t managed to get kicked out of nearly every other boarding school on the continent they probably wouldn’t have resorted to this. I don’t even want to know what she did this time.

I glance back at her, leaning in the shade of the entrance’s archway. Even in this heat she seems totally unflappable, as though something like ambient temperature is too far beneath her to bother noticing. She knows I’m glaring at her as I pick up my last duffel, swinging it back over my shoulder, but she keeps gazing out past the parking lot at the wall and the trees beyond, a light breeze just barely enough to cause a sway in her long, dark hair.

We head past her, back up into the stuffy dormitory and she gives Dad a faint smile as he passes, carrying one of her bags in each hand. To most it would be a shy, thankful smile. I know better though. I can see the cool disdain behind her eyes when she looks at him. I can see her contempt for Mom as well. These are the only things that unite us, a mutual hatred for our parents. It’s sad really. But I doubt she sees it that way.

As soon as everything is vaguely in place and it’s hugs and kisses, love you but we have to go, we’ll send a Christmas card and all that, we can’t miss our plane. The hustle and bustle of other families moving their unfortunates in is muted to almost nil when Sara shuts the door, and we’re alone. Just the two of us, staring across our small room at one another as though sizing up a competitor before a prize fight.

“Well… it’s just the two of us then.”

Her voice is cool as ever, her face impassive as a small drop of sweat creeps its way down the contours of her neck to the hollow of her throat. I give her a half smile, I’m sure she can pick up how happy I am to have her at the same school, much less sharing a room with me.

“Yeah, us girls left with no one but each other. Just keep your nose clean, I don’t want to have to explain to Mom and Dad why you got kicked out, despite my `supervision’.”

She smiles her own little smile, a gleam showing in her eyes that I definitely don’t like.

“That’s what it all comes down to really, isn’t it? You don’t want to get yelled at by Mommy and Daddy because you couldn’t control me? Don’t worry your pretty little head sis. I only get caught when I want to. Keep me amused and you won’t have to worry about me wanting to leave.”

She smirks and turns, beginning to unpack. God why can’t they get the air conditioning to work? I set in to my suitcases as well, a nervous feeling settling in my stomach and refusing to be quelled.

*****

The first couple of weeks pass quickly, getting reacquainted with the girls, settling in, starting class. Honestly it’s not as bad as I expected. Sara spends a good amount of time out, usually in the library, and I get left to do as I like. The heat, however, has not let up one bit. Every day it climbs over 100 degrees and we’re lucky if it gets into the high 80s at night. And that’s outside. We lay in our little beds, Sara on the bunk above me, wearing as little as possible and sweating until our sheets are damp. It must be hell up on the fourth floor. Thank god for small favors I guess.

There’s also getting to know Mark once again. I have to say he’s still pretty much the same guy, still the good boy trying to seem bad, trying to be so cool… but it’s cute. Walking together, talking together… the heat makes the physical side a bit sticky, but in a way it’s almost kind of sexy. Now I just have to make sure I keep him away from Sara. She’d probably steal him out of spite. Not that I doubt how he feels about me but I know how a pretty face can drive boys wild. And not that I’m not pretty… but I know she’s prettier than me. She’s drop dead gorgeous.

Then it happens. It’s Thursday and class lets out. I join the mob of girls trudging down the corridors in the stifling heat and head for the courtyard. I step out into the glaring sun and make my way towards the gate. There, leaning against the brick archway leading into the schools property is Sara. And in front of her, far too close for my tastes, is Mark. His tie is off and his short sleeved uniform shirt is open, showing his slightly damp undershirt. And damn he looks good. That bitch.

The heat is almost forgotten as anything other than further fuel for my anger as I stalk across the courtyard, it provides me with new energy to fuel my fast pace. She spots me as I approach; predictably enough the only acknowledgment of my presence is brief eye contact before she rolls her eyes. I manage to catch Mark unawares, however, and he starts briefly as I take his arm and give him a tight smile.

“Aw, hey babe. How’s it going? Enjoying the lovely weather?” He smiles casually down at me, his posture relaxing back from his previous lean towards my sister.

“Oh yeah,” I respond with a wry smile. “I’ve always wanted to go on a spa vacation, but that doesn’t mean I want to be in a sauna 24/7 for a month.”

Sara just lets out a soft sigh, looking out beyond the gate into the distance.

“Your roommate doesn’t seem to be too happy with it either.” Mark says with a grin, eyeing Sara once again.

“Yeah, she doesn’t like anything that messes with her complexion too much.” I give her a little smirk as her eyes drift momentarily over me, impassive as ever.

“I don’t tan, I burn and peel away paler than before.” Her voice is as disinterested as her face, now that her majesty has deigned me worthy to hear her speak. I doubt she was so blase before I showed up. “Regardless, I’ll catch you lovebirds later. I’m going to be late for my study group.”

She turns and starts off towards the library. Good riddance. I give Mark’s arm a little squeeze and then pull him down into a chaste kiss, in case any of the teachers or nuns are watching. Time to remind him who his girl is. I give his arm a little tug and he breaks out into another wide grin as I pull him off to one of the many shaded nooks around the buildings, both to get out of the heat of the sun and create a little of our own.

*****

His hands slide over me a little more roughly than I like, gripping my flesh where I prefer to be caressed. I admonish him with a light bite on his lower lip, then tip my head back, allowing his lips to vainly attempt to devour my neck. I can feel him pressed up against me, the firmness of his body, the rock hard bulge of his cock pressing against my pelvis, his slippery palms sliding over the skin of my back underneath my shirt, occasionally ranging down to knead or squeeze my ass. My mouth meets his once again and I can feel the passion and hunger in him.

That’s the best part. I can feel how much he wants me. He wants me and only me. I am his world right now, his idol, his goddess. It’s in his kisses, the way his mouth and hands travel over me, the way he presses me back against the cool brick wall, and the throbbing of his stiffness straining to escape from his shorts. All for me.

Which leads me back to Sara. Another reason to hate her. Whenever she’s around it’s like I cease to be an independent entity. I stop being a single person; I become half of a unit, inseparable in so many people’s minds. And not even equal halves. So often it seems I end up considered the lesser. Her needs always come first. It’s always what will make her behave, what will appease her. Never what makes me happy. My twin, my bane, my albatross. Shit. She can totally ruin my mood, just by being in the same state.

*****

When I get back to the room my mood hasn’t brightened any. She’s laying on her bed, flipping through a magazine. She hardly even glances up at me. I stare at her for a moment, her long, smooth legs, her flat belly, lightly beaded with sweat, the swell of her breasts held in place by a lacy white bra, her delicate wrists leading up into her long, graceful hands. Her skin, usually white as cream, is flushed pink in our stuffy little room, her dark hair spread over her pillows. Polar opposites, and yet we’re twins.

I shoot a glare in her direction, not caring whether she sees it or not, and head to my computer, shedding clothes as I go.

“I saw what you were doing earlier.” I say, sending another dark look her way.

“Mmmm… and what was that?” she asks, not even looking up, still idly paging through her issue of… whatever it is.

“You know.” I’m not in the mood for her games. Playing innocent and then sniping as soon as an opening appears.

“Oh, you mean getting talked at by your boy toy?”

“He’s my boyfriend. And I saw how close you were getting.” God she makes me furious. I’m sure the wavering tone in my voice shows it, but I’m not sure I care.

“You mean how close he was getting to me. You really could do better.” Calm, steady, detached. Infuriating.

“So you were just standing there, innocently minding your own business and he randomly started talking to you?” I ask incredulously, ignoring the snipe at my taste in men.

“Essentially, whether you want to believe it or not. Though he did seem to realize we’re sharing a room.”

“Right. Why do you always do this?” I turn and stare daggers at her, wishing looks could kill. She lets out a soft, long suffering sigh and puts down her magazine, rolling onto her side to look at me.

“I’m not doing anything.” How can she be so calm?

“You’re after Mark!” I nearly scream at her, anger bubbling and rising in my belly every moment she remains so damn calm.

“Abby, honestly, I’m more likely to be interested in you than in him.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean? I can’t stand hearing her say my name like that. So condescending and almost irritated, as if she were explaining addition to a retarded 20 year old for the fourth time in a row. I’m getting irrational and pissed off and I’m sure it’s showing like nothing else, I can feel the blood rushing to my face and my clenched fists are trembling.

“What? So he’s not good enough for you!?” It’s the first thing that springs to mind and I can’t help but spit it out at her. She sighs again, laying back on the bed and picking up her magazine once again.

“You’re missing my point.” Ignoring me like I’m a spoiled child. She’s the one that’s always causing trouble and I’m the one that’s childish?

“Am I? What the hell is your point then?”

“Forget it. I don’t want your boyfriend.” She speaks with a tone that tells me she’s said all she’s going to. I could rant and rail all night and she wouldn’t open her mouth again.

I pick up my trig book and slam it down on my desk, giving her one last murderous glare before sitting down and flinging it open, then plopping down in my chair to make a vain attempt at studying.

*****

Flip… flip… flip

The sound of the pages of her magazine turning echoes in my head.

Flip… flip… flip

Ah god… how long am I going to have to put up with this? I close my textbook with a bang and look at the clock. Forty-five minutes of incessant crinkling and flipping as she pages through various inane rags. Where does she get all these? I turn and glare at her once again. Her eyes are on me, an eyebrow slightly raised as she flips another page, not even looking at the damn thing. My lips tighten and my eyes narrow, frustration building.

She sighs, oh the poor thing, all she has to suffer. I’d love to gouge her eyes out about now. Of course apparently that wouldn’t stop her from flipping through those things. She sets it down and sits up, lightly hopping down off her bunk and grabbing a dress shirt, pulling it over her shoulders as she walks out the door. Good. Maybe I can study now.

I go back to my book and continue with my homework, sine, cosine, tangent, triangles galore. Soon I’m almost missing the distraction of having her pissing me off. I guess misery really does love company. It’s been nearly half an hour. Where could she have gone? Not like she could’ve gone far wearing that little. And I am supposed to be making sure she stays out of trouble. Dammit Mom and Dad. Why did you have to send her here?

I get up, pulling on not only a tank top but also a pair of my gym shorts. I won’t be seen wandering around in a bra and panties through the halls, even if this is a girl’s school. I scour our floor, checking the lounge and any of the rooms with open doors, and finally I walk into the bathroom.

She’s sitting on the sink nearest the small window, a cigarette burning between her fingers as she gazes out.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, honestly surprised. I never knew she smoked! And in the bathroom of all places? Is she trying to get caught? She lets out a long sigh, yet again. Apparently that’s her thing today.

“Giving both of us a bit of quiet. At least until you decided to join me.” She takes a drag on the cigarette and blows it slowly out the window.

“Do you have any idea how stupid this is? Smoking in the bathroom? Are you trying to get kicked out?”

“Nope. But I get the idea you might be happier if I did.” She smiles at me, syrupy sweet.

“Shut up. You get kicked out, I get in trouble.”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh no, mommy and daddy might make you babysit me for the summer! Or worse! They could cancel your credit cards! Or… or…. What if they didn’t let you have your shiny little piece of crap convertible to pick up all the boys in!? Whatever would you do!?” Her exaggeratedly desperate look and wild, sorrowful eyes mock me.

I glare at her once again. “Why should I bother picking up guys? So you can steal them?” I shoot back at her. For once she looks a bit pissed off. It’s wonderfully gratifying to get her a bit flustered, to see her cheeks redden and the anger in her eyes.

“I’m not interested in your damn boyfriend. Why can’t you get that through your head? Blonde syndrome?” it’s my turn to suffer her calmly, smiling confidently.

“Liar.” I smirk at her and I can see her seething, this is great!

“Liar? You think I’m lying? Fuck you. I don’t want your idiot boy toy.” She glares at me and hops off the sink, flicking the butt of her cigarette out the open window and stalking back out of the bathroom and towards our room. I’m not going to let her get off so easily.

“Oh really? What? You only like the dark meat? Or maybe Hispanic guys? C’mon sis, what is it you like?” I’m almost giggling with glee as we get into the room and I close the door behind us, I love seeing her out of sorts! I have no idea why this is pissing her off so much, but I’m riding high on the wave.

“Oh, you want to know what I like? You want to know what turns me on, Abby dearest? Tsk tsk, you don’t even know your own twin. Shall I show you?” She spits, whirling to face me, eyes blazing, hair falling loose and wild around her shoulders, open shirt exposing the bare stretch of her belly and neck, as well as her virgin white bra and panties. I almost snicker as I think of her wearing `virgin’ white. Looking her in the eyes, I do giggle lightly.

“Sure sis, show me. You have pictures around here somewhere? I wouldn’t put taking pictures of your fun with an ex past you. Ooooh, or maybe video! You’re resourcef-…”

Suddenly I’m pressed back against the door and she’s so tight against me it’s hard to breathe, I can smell the smoke in her hair and taste it as her tongue probes my mouth. I try to push her back, but I have no leverage and I’m just not strong enough. Her lips are melded to mine, so aggressive yet so soft, her hands sliding over my hips and sides, so light yet so urgent…

I can feel almost every curve of her flesh pressed against me, the fullness of her breasts, always bigger than mine, pressed against my chest, her hips pressing into my stomach, just a bit higher, the two inches she has on me making just the difference. I can feel her stomach and chest heave as she breathes… what the fuck is going on? Damn she’s a good kisser though…

I’m confused as all hell as she gathers my hands above my head, pinning them up there with one of hers, holding my wrists tightly. I feel a jolt as I realize not only did she shift my hands, she pressed one of her thighs between mine, and as I squirm against her, the sensations between my legs tells me I’m… well… squirming against her. Her mouth moves off mine, down over my chin and onto my neck, leaving a moist trail as she covers my skin with kisses, sucks, nibbles and bites. It’s total sensory overload. I revel in the helplessness, it’s weird and it’s messed up, some part of my brain says, but I’m past caring. All I can think of is the feel of her lips on me, her saliva leaving a cool trail on my burning skin, and I begin to grind desperately against the hip and thigh she’s afforded me.

She leans her upper body back as her mouth continues downwards, using the space created, she pulls up my tank top roughly. I let out a tiny groan of protest when she stops sucking and biting my collarbone, but then I feel her soft lips on my exposed left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and gently biting down, ravaging the soft flesh of my breast with her mouth. The groan turns to a gasping cry and I barely notice as she begins tugging my shorts and underwear down. She even manages without too much of an interruption to my grinding, but when I feel her bare thigh against my exposed wetness, it’s all I can do to avoid screaming.

She lets go of my hands and her mouth moves off my nipple, sliding over to the right one before nipping and kissing her way farther down my stomach… dear god is she going to..? I can’t even think of it, my heart is pounding in my chest and in my ears, it’s like every last nerve ending in my body has suddenly come alive, registering pleasure everywhere any part of her has touched me, plus the area surrounding, just by proximity. Her hair brushes over my abdomen and legs as she slowly goes to her knees in front of me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my entire life. To have her kneeling… wanting me… touching me, taking possession of every bit of me… I can feel it, as sure as anything else I’ve ever felt. She wants me. This is her time to worship, to desire, to give me everything she has and more. And I’m more than willing to accept it.

She nudges her way under one of my legs, so it’s over her shoulder and around her back. I allow her total access, completely willingly. She slides her arm around my uplifted leg to rest her hand on my mound, delicately spreading the lips beneath, and there’s a terrible moment of anticipation… what will it be like? I’ve never let anyone… much less a girl… even less my pain of a sister… and then it happens. I feel the first moment of contact like a religious experience, it’s like seeing god. I don’t just feel it, I see it, hear it, smell it, it reverberates through my entire being… the heat and wetness of her mouth melds with my own, her tongue caressing my deepest folds, suckling on my clit as she did on my nipples, working the fingers of her other hand gently at the entrance to my holy of holies, lightly penetrating, never invasive, exploring and working my entire body into a frenzy of pleasure through that one small area.

I bury my hands in her hair, feeling the silky soft strands of liquid jet flow between my fingers, caressing her face and neck as she pushes me ever farther. The first orgasm hits me from out of left field. It’s like the world is spinning and breaking apart, swirling into the darkness behind my closed eyelids. I don’t think I could even whimper, my breath swept out of me, glorious explosions of hormones going off in my brain.

Many follow that first, but I’d be lying if I said I remember them all clearly. We make it to my bed eventually, where we finally collapse, exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep, curled around one another. Somehow, the heat just isn’t as much of a bother anymore…

Continue on to Part Two

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