Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Chelsea and Samantha quickly became inseparable. On days when Dana wasn’t home, if she was either at work or attending classes at the fashion institute, Chelsea usually would walk to our house when school ended — and frequently Samantha would accompany her. The skinny freckled child was around so much she almost seemed like another little sister to us. Her mother, Megan, worked at the beauty salon every day except Sunday and Monday, so it was good for Samantha to have a place to go after school other than an empty apartment.

We got to know Megan pretty well too. After she got off work at 5:00, she would drive over and pick up Samantha at our house if the girl was there — which she was more often than not. Sometimes Megan would come in and chat with us kids for a while, and if she was still there when Mommy and/or Dana arrived, then they would talk too and maybe have a glass of wine or something.

I liked being around them when the women were talking. I was still only 13, but they didn’t seem to mind having me sit with them, sipping a Coke and listening. We gradually learned about Megan’s life: her early pregnancy; her short and troubled marriage; her struggles to make ends meet as a fledgling beautician. I could see that she and Dana were starting to form a bond, two young women who’d had to work hard to find their way in the world while also raising little girls on their own.

It was only natural, then, that we would invite Megan to have dinner with our family one night, along with her daughter of course. This took place on a Friday evening, about two weeks after we’d first met them. Samantha was already there as usual, having walked with Chelsea to our house after school.

When Megan arrived at about 6:00, we could see that she had gone home first to get freshened up for us and change her clothes. She looked really pretty, with her hair done up in a bun, a few coppery strands allowed to curl around her face, framing it. Her lips, already full and pink, were now adorned with bright red lipstick. She wore a short sleeveless dark green dress — and when I say short, I mean really short, obviously intended to show off her gorgeous long bare legs.

If Megan was looking for attention that evening, she certainly got plenty of it. My mom and Dana couldn’t stop complimenting her on how lovely she was. I observed the three of them as they sat together in the family room having drinks before dinner. Dana and my mother were on the sofa, Megan in an armchair across from them. They openly admired the young woman’s body, especially her legs, their eyes continually scanning from her shoes — pumps the color of her pale skin — up to the hem of the dress, just below her crotch. For her part, Megan kept crossing and recrossing her legs. It was really quite a spectacle. The room crackled with sexual tension, and I was sure the others could sense it as much as I did.

The three little girls, Molly, Chelsea, and Samantha, were up in Molly’s room, playing with dolls, probably — or possibly with each other. Kate was in the family room, standing near me. She caught my eye a couple of times, and I could see that she sensed the erotic excitement the same as I did.

Later, as we enjoyed our meal — baked lasagna with a tossed green salad and crusty french bread — it was the younger kids who did most of the talking, Chelsea and Samantha in particular. Those two could go on forever, and both had opinions about everything, often repeated. I didn’t mind that, though. I just love cute little girls, looking at them, listening to them, having sex with them!

Of course, I hadn’t had sex with Samantha yet, and I was pretty sure no one else had either. But then I got a hint that things might start moving in that direction fairly soon.

Chelsea was going on about a sleepover she’d had with Samantha on the previous Friday night at her and Dana’s apartment. Giggling, she told Kate, “We played your game, it was fun!”

Samantha broke into giggles too. I saw Dana start to blush, and then Katie as well — which was unusual because my sister didn’t very often blush.

“What game is that?” asked Megan.

“Um, it’s called Under the Cover Spies,” Chelsea grinned. Samantha was laughing so hard now that we couldn’t see her eyes at all. I was afraid the milk she was drinking might go up her nose.

“Yeah, it’s… well, it was fun. I played the game with them,” Dana smiled.

“Is it a video game?” Megan inquired. “A board game?”

“No, uh,” Dana shook her head. “Kate, maybe you should tell Megan how it’s played.”

Oh, wow, I wondered how this would work out! Would my sister actually tell Samantha’s mom what kind of game it really was?

Kate had regained her composure and now appeared nonchalant. “Well, see, you have two teams, teams of spies,” she began. “They have to try to take the secret formula away from the evil scientist.”

Then she frowned and cocked her head. “With only three people, I guess you didn’t have teams… but who played the evil scientist?” she asked Chelsea.

“I did,” Dana answered.

I immediately formed a picture in my mind of slim, sexy Dana, nude, with two little 7-year-old girls, also naked, crawling all over her. What a lovely thought that was. It made me wish I’d been there, playing the game with them!

So I blurted out, “We should have Samantha for a sleepover here, and then we could all play the game together.”

“Yeah!” a babble of happy voices expressed eager enthusiasm for my idea, the three younger kids plus Katie and Dana too.

Mommy laughed, “Well, I can see that I’m soon going to have a whole houseful of girls playing the fun game that Kate made up!”

Apparently our mother had decided, however, that it was not yet the right time to let Megan hear all about the risqué rules of Undercover Spy, because she quickly changed the subject. We went on to talk about other things, then had our dessert.

The little kids headed back upstairs to play after that, and the moms sat and chatted some more while Kate and I did the dishes. Just before 9:00, Megan and Samantha left to go back to their apartment, with promises that we would all get together again soon.

* * *

There was a sleepover the next weekend, but it didn’t involve Samantha. Instead it was at Hannah’s house. This was a double sleepover, in fact: my little sister Molly had been invited to spend the night with her friend Lindsey, while I would be sleeping in Hannah’s bed — and hopefully not just sleeping, ha-ha!

Molly and I walked over there together at around 5:00 and ate dinner with their family. After that we all sat around and watched a DVD together, The Princess Diaries. That really wasn’t one of my favorites, although I liked seeing Julie Andrews in it. Lindsey and Molly both loved the movie.

At 9:30, the adults said it was time to get ready for bed. That was when it occurred to me for the first time that there were only three bedrooms in the house. Hannah was in one room and Lindsey in another, which meant the third room was shared by Kelsey and Lauren, the two moms. I hadn’t seen their room yet, so I didn’t know whether it had one bed or two. But it made me wonder about things.

I knew the cousins were close growing up. Kelsey had told me all about that. So, could their relationship then, when they were young teenagers, have been something more than just a tight friendship? And might it still be more now? Were these women lovers, sexual partners??

Nah, I told myself, I’m letting my imagination carry me away. Just because they happen to sleep in the same room, that doesn’t mean they fuck each other. Not all women are lesbians, silly, and not all families are incestuous. Come on, Julie, get a grip.

So, I did my best to stop thinking about that as Hannah and I began preparing ourselves for bed. Plus, I had something else to think about now — sleeping with Hannah!

The cute 13-year-old closed the door to her bedroom. We were alone together. She gazed into my eyes for a moment before bursting into giggles and hugging me.

“Julie, this is brill!” she gushed.

“I know, it’s great,” I agreed. “I like you a lot.” I kissed her quickly on the lips, and we giggled some more.

“Come on, let’s get our jim-jams on, okay? What do you sleep in?” Hannah’s big brown eyes were even bigger than usual, shining with excitement.

“Um, like, usually a t-shirt and panties, I guess. Maybe a fleece when it’s cold. I brought a big tee for tonight,” I said, indicating my bag on the floor.

“Me too,” she said. “Mum still buys me nighties, eh, but that’s for little girls.”

I stepped back, giving her a leer, sliding my eyes up and down her slim body. “Hm, you know, I think I’d kinda like to see you in a little girl nightie…”

“Julie, that’s naughty!” she chortled, before adding, “I love it!”

We both decided that tees and panties, or ‘knickers’, as Hannah called them, would be fine. And then we began to undress in front of each other.

By this point in my life, I’d already seen dozens of young girls naked, both in person as well as in some of the porn my mom had. But it was always a huge thrill for me to see a girl exposing herself for the first time. What would her nipples look like? Or her labia? Would she have any hair yet on her pussy? Oh my god it was so exciting!!

Even though Hannah and I had confessed to each other on the day we first met that we both liked girls, that we were lesbians, I still felt hesitant about coming on too strong. I didn’t want to scare her away or anything — although with Hannah that seemed unlikely. She came across as secure and confident, not the type to easily scare.

Nevertheless, I averted my eyes for the most part as we took off our clothes. I didn’t want to openly stare at the girl, no matter how eager I was to get a look at her. She seemed to take the same approach, I noticed, only glancing over from time to time as I pushed down my jeans and stepped out of them, then took off the flannel shirt I was wearing and the tank top underneath that.

Now I was in only my socks, my undies, and a little bra. I looked up at Hannah. She was sitting on the bed. Her socks were off. The skirt she’d been wearing was on the floor. As I watched, she pulled her soft cotton sweater up over her head and tugged it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I got to see her tiny breasts.

You almost couldn’t even call them breasts yet, they were so small and undeveloped, barely more than buds, but with wide areola and plump pink nipples. So delicious! My boobs were still very small then too. I wore a double-A cup bra at the time, as did Hannah, although she’d told me she didn’t much like wearing a bra and often didn’t.

The girl tossed her head, shaking out her long, wavy, naturally red hair. It fell across her shoulders and onto her chest, a few strands draping over those rosy nipples. The effect was unbelievably erotic. My pulse raced, my neck and cheeks were burning hot. I was starting to sweat — and although I’d promised myself not to stare, I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her now.

Hannah looked up at me, flashing that radiant smile that brightened the room. I tried to return the smile, but the muscles in my face felt weak. My mouth was watering something fierce, and I was suddenly afraid I might start to drool, literally. That thought jolted me enough that I was able to regain some control. I swallowed, smiling weakly, then reached behind my back to undo my bra, shrugging it off.

“Nice ones,” Hannah grinned when she saw my breasts.

“Um, thanks…” I managed to say.

She grinned even wider as she studied my chest.

“Have you, like, you know, seen a girl before?” I asked, pointing to my boobs. “This way, I mean?”

“Yeah, a few,” she nodded. “My mum and my aunt and my cousin, Kelsey — though she’s just flat still. An’ of course lots of girls online, eh.”

“Online?”

“Natch, in porn and all. Or chatting. You ever show your stuff to another girl that way? I have.”

“Oh, uh… no, not really. My mom is kind of strict about not letting us go on the Internet very much, unless she’s with us.”

As I said that, I thought how strange it was that our mother could be so stern about certain things, like going online for instance, while also allowing us — and even encouraging us — to do so many other really extreme things with her and with other women and girls. For the time being, however, I put that thought aside. Right now I had more important things to focus on.

Hannah got up from the bed and came to me, taking my hand. “Let’s go clean our teeth. Got your toothbrush?”

“Um, yeah…”

I reached into my bag and fished it out. Then the two of us walked together out into the hall, Hannah wearing nothing but her panties, me the same except with my socks still on. Apparently at least partial nudity was perfectly common among the women and girls in their house. That was certainly fine with me!

While we were brushing our teeth, I couldn’t help looking at Hannah’s little boobs in the mirror, watching her nipples temptingly bounce as she vigorously worked the toothbrush. I saw that she was looking at me the same way.

Just as we left the bathroom, the door to Lindsey’s room opened. The two little ones came out, both wearing knee-length nighties. They smiled at us, neither girl appearing surprised to find us topless.

“We’re gonna brush our teeth,” Lindsey said. “Then can we come in your room for a while?”

“Okay, right,” Hannah nodded.

I could hear that the TV was on in the living room, so I assumed that Lauren and Kelsey were still up, or at least one of them was. Neither Hannah nor Lindsey made any effort to be quiet about the plans they were making, which told me the moms wouldn’t mind the kids getting together that way.

At any rate, Hannah and I went into her room, leaving the door open. She sat on the bed, leaning back on her hands, grinning up at me. I sat down beside her. We’d spoken earlier about putting t-shirts on for bed, but for now that didn’t seem to be a priority. Again, I was more than happy to go along.

A moment later Lindsey and Molly came rushing in, giggling excitedly. Lindsey closed the door and the two kids jumped onto Hannah’s bed.

Lindsey flopped onto her back. “Can we play tickle?” the little blonde asked, her face aglow.

“Yeah, tickle!” Molly demanded, bouncing on her knees. My sister was a blonde too, although her hair was curly while Lindsey’s was straight.

“Tickle!” Hannah exclaimed. “You guys want to tickle?”

“Yeah!” the girls cried in unison.

Hannah dove on top of Lindsey and I tackled Molly. We rolled around together on the bed, grabbing and tickling, laughing and shrieking. There was nothing sedate about this pajama party! We were making so much noise, in fact, that I half expected one or both of the moms to come in and check on us, but they never did.

When I saw that Hannah had her hands up inside Lindsey’s nightie, thumbs pinching the child’s waist, causing her to scream with delight, I pushed my hands under Molly’s nightie too, tickling her tummy. I’d done much more than that with my sister in the past, of course — and I was tempted to do more then — but she and I both seemed to realize it would be best for us to restrain our natural sexual impulses, at least for a while. So I simply poked and prodded and tickled, making her laugh.

After a minute or so, we changed partners, Hannah jumping on Molly, me attacking Lindsey.

It was exciting to have my hands on this child, a sylphlike 9-year-old, her thin white legs flying around, kicking, my fingers eagerly pushing up higher, reaching under her arms to tickle some more, exposing that flat chest, bending down to nuzzle her warm belly, blowing into it, making funny sounds, hearing her squeal.

Hannah was doing the same with Molly, although concentrating more on tickling her waist and her legs than under her arms. I couldn’t tell for sure in all the hectic frenzy, but I thought perhaps I’d caught a glimpse of the redhead actually groping my sister’s crotch as they wrestled on the bed.

Finally they’d had enough. The children were completely exhausted from laughing, almost sobbing. Hannah and I pulled back, grinning at each other, panting from our exertions.

But that was a mistake! As soon as we backed off from tickling the kids, they took advantage of the opportunity to jump on top of us!!

Now it was Hannah and me lying on our backs being assaulted by the little girls. They grabbed and pinched and screamed and tickled, small fingers going almost everywhere as we tried in vain to get away, curling our bodies to protect ourselves, covering our most sensitive spots with our hands. It was no use, of course. The kids were just too quick for us, too intent. We couldn’t prevent them reaching wherever they wanted to reach — and, truthfully, perhaps we didn’t want to stop them, or at least I didn’t anyway.

I allowed Lindsey to get her hands under my arms and tickle me, to push her eager fingers beneath my fingers, which were covering my nipples, and after that to slip a hand down to my tummy. While pretending to resist, I relaxed my curled posture just a bit so the girl could get her hand in there, sliding over my belly button, fingers reaching lower for a squeeze and a tickle, brushing the top of my panties as I laughed and laughed.

It wasn’t really sexual, what we were doing, not quite — but it certainly was enough to have me highly aroused. I wondered if the dampness I felt between my legs might be visible. When at last Hannah and I surrendered, begging for mercy, and the kids let us up, I took a quick glance at my crotch, and yes, sure enough, there was dark wet spot in the center of my lavender undies.

Oh well, I decided, there’s no point in trying to hide that. I wouldn’t make a point of displaying it, but neither would I worry too much about concealing the obvious pussy stain. If someone saw it, they saw it. There was nothing to be ashamed of, after all.

The four of us sat for a moment, catching our breath, still giggling. Our cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with the joy of being a girl having fun.

Lindsey asked, “Can we get in bed with you, just for a while?”

Hannah scrunched her face, looking down at the bed. It was a twin with barely room for two, much less four. “Don’t know if we can fit,” she said. “We’ll be chock-a-block.”

“Just for a while,” Lindsey repeated.

“All right,” her cousin nodded, “let’s give it a go.”

So we all squeezed into that narrow bed. Hannah and I were on the outside, the younger girls in the middle, Molly next to me.

“We do this a lot,” Hannah grinned, “sleep together, I mean, Lindsey and me in the same bed. On the weekends, that is. We’re not supposed to on school nights.”

“But sometimes we do anyway,” Lindsey giggled. “I sneak in.”

Hannah nodded, beaming. Then she asked, “Molly, you ever sleep with Julie?”

“No,” my sister replied, “but with my mom sometimes.”

Lindsey said, “Before they came here, Hannah and Aunt Kelsey, I would sleep with my mom too. I liked it. But now they sleep together.”

By they, I assumed she meant Lauren and Kelsey, her mother and her aunt — which seemed to answer my question of how many beds were in that other room. Presumably there was only one. That still didn’t mean, of course, that they were lesbians, let alone lovers, but it was a nice idea to think about.

We snuggled in close. Hannah and I both were still topless, wearing only our panties (I’d taken off my socks). The little girls were in their nighties. I put my arms around Molly, hugging her. Hannah did the same with Lindsey.

I decided to be bold. Pushing myself up on an elbow, I said, “Do you guys ever kiss? Me and Molly do sometimes, just for fun. And uh, me and my sister Kate too.”

Molly smiled at me, raising an eyebrow. For a second, I thought she might say something like ‘And Mommy too’, or perhaps even more, giving us away, but she didn’t.

Hannah didn’t seem to notice Molly’s look, or realize the significance of it. In any case, she nodded. “Yeah, we kiss sometimes, don’t we, Linds?”

“Uh-huh, we do. I did at Molly’s one time too, when she had that big slumber party. I kissed Molly and Alyssa and Riley, and um, Emily.”

“Nice,” I said, as I recalled the excitement of that night, spying on the little girls, watching them kiss each other while I secretly masturbated.

“You wanna do some kissing now?” I ventured.

When no one else said or did anything right away, all just lying there and looking up at me, I asked Hannah, “Will you guys, like, get in trouble if they catch us?”

“No, it’s all right. Our mums wouldn’t mind, trust me,” she replied, with a sly smile. I wondered what that might mean.

Then Hannah put her hand on Lindsey’s cheek, turning the girl’s face toward hers. After a brief shared chuckle, the cousins brought their lips together and kissed, mouths already open, tongues engaged.

My god, it was so erotic. I wanted to keep watching them — but I also wanted to kiss someone! My sister was as eager for that as I was. Molly closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around me, parting her lips. I kissed her deeply, sighing with the exquisite pleasure of plunging my tongue into a young girl’s wet mouth.

Once girls start to kiss like that, it seems they never want to stop. I sure didn’t, and neither did the others apparently, so this went on for quite a while. The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing, soft moans, and the slurpy smacking of our lips.

I was really getting turned on, even more than when we were tickling. Kissing Molly was always a huge thrill for me — and doing it front of these other girls made it twice as exciting, whether or not they were actually watching us. Mostly I kept my eyes closed, but from time to time would glance over at them. I saw that Hannah and Lindsey were as wrapped up in each other as Molly and I were. The cousins were clutching and grabbing, pulling their bodies together. I felt free to let myself go then, not all the way, but enough that I rolled on top of Molly, humping her leg as we continued kissing.

The air in the room was warm. We were under the covers, at least partly, four girls crowded in together. The sexual energy combined with the heat of our bodies made it feel like a sauna. My face was dripping with sweat and my panties were soaked too, but not just with perspiration. I shoved my crotch against Molly’s knee again and again. God, it felt so good. My clit was hard, tingling, throbbing. I wasn’t going to let myself come, although it wouldn’t have taken much more at that point.

Finally Hannah cried, “Bollocks, it’s hot!” She threw the sheets down past our knees and sat up, shaking out her tangled hair.

Reluctantly I disengaged from my sister. Molly’s face was sweaty like mine, her lips inflamed from our feverish kissing. She grinned at me as she tried to fluff her cotton nightie with her hands, get some air under it. The material was damp, clinging to her skin. I sat up and looked down at my own chest. It was covered with perspiration, small breasts gleaming in the light from the bedside lamp.

Hannah giggled, “It’s like we all need a shower now, eh?”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

The redhead nodded at the younger girls, who were lying side by side, both still breathing heavily. “Okay, you two, back to your room. That’s all for tonight.”

“Aww, no,” they started to complain, but Hannah wouldn’t hear it. She tugged at Lindsey, got the little girls up, and shooed them out the door, closing it behind them.

Hannah walked back to the bed and reached for the lamp, the only light still on in the room. Pausing, she asked, “Shall I turn it off, or leave it on?”

“Um, off, I guess.” Although I certainly loved looking at her, it would be more intimate in the dark.

She nodded and switched off the lamp. It was almost completely dark. There was no moon that night, and Hannah’s bedroom faced the backyard, offering no illumination from streetlights. I heard a giggle and felt the mattress bounce as she hopped in.

Continue on to Chapter 97

Hannah and I came into our house, and I put my backpack down by the front door. We found Kate on the sofa in the family room, playing a basketball video game. She paused it when she saw us.

“This is my little sister Kate,” I told Hannah. “She just turned 12. Kate, this is my friend, Hannah.”

My sister looked at us and smiled, but didn’t get up from her seat. “Hi, Hannah,” she said.

On impulse, I leaned down and kissed Katie on the lips, holding the kiss a second or two longer than you would expect. When I finished, I saw a surprised expression on Hannah’s face.

“I don’t like my sister very much,” I joked. “She’s really kind of a brat. I guess she is sorta cute, though, for such a little squirt.”

“Shut up, you turd,” Kate grinned as she started up the video game again.

Laughing, I led Hannah upstairs. I took her to Molly’s room first. The door was open. Molly and Chelsea were sitting on the floor, playing with the big dollhouse Molly’d received as a Christmas present. For once the two weren’t watching each other masturbate, as they often did when alone together.

“Hey, guys,” I said. “This is my new friend, Hannah, from school.”

Both girls jumped up, coming over to give me a hug and a kiss. I introduced them and they said hello to Hannah.

“Hey, I think you know my cousin, Lindsey,” Hannah said to Molly. “She’s in your class?”

“Lindsey is your cousin?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, I do, I like her,” Molly said. “She was at my slumber party, at my big sleepover.”

“Oh, was she then? When was that?”

“It was, um, I don’t know, a while ago.”

“It was in March,” I said.

“Okay,” Hannah nodded, smiling at my sister. “I was still living in England then, eh?”

Molly didn’t know what to say to that, apparently, so she just smiled as well. Then the kids returned to their dolls, and the pretty redhead and I went to my room.

We sat on my bed and talked for a while. I asked her what it was like to live in Europe, and whether it was a difficult adjustment to make, living in the States now. It was all good, she said. Hannah seemed to be the kind of kid who could handle just about any situation without a problem, taking things in stride, staying cheerful and confident. I admired for that. In fact, the more I got to know this girl, the better I liked her.

When we started talking about school and the subject of Ms. Firth came up again, Hannah’s demeanor subtly began to change. Her voice became quieter, her cheeks took on some color, and those already big brown eyes grew even wider.

After about a minute, she got up from the bed and went to the door. We’d left it open, but now she closed it and came back to sit by me again.

“Julie, can I tell you something?” she asked, her face aglow.

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“Okay, um… you know I said I really like Miss Firth?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Well, you know I told you I like girls. And, um, when I think about things like that, like about Miss Firth, I mean, it makes me want to…”

She paused, and so I said, “It makes you want to… what?”

Instead of completing her sentence, Hannah gazed steadily into my eyes. Then, very slowly, she leaned in closer to me, until her lips were almost touching mine. I could feel her warm breath on my face, smell her girlish scent, the aroma of cherry lip gloss. We looked at each other a moment longer, and then she kissed me.

It was a soft, tender kiss, lasting only a few seconds. Then she drew away and licked her lips, blushing deeply.

“That was nice,” I smiled. “I liked it.”

“Me too,” Hannah giggled. “Have you ever done that before?”

Have I ever done that before? Ha-ha! Oh, the stories I could tell this girl! For now, though, I just nodded and said, “Yeah, I have. A few times.”

As usual, the look on my face must have given me away.

“Have you done more than that?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

Now it was my turn to blush. “Um, well, sort of… I’ll tell you later, maybe. Right now just kiss me again, okay?”

“All right.”

This time when Hannah kissed me, I parted my lips slightly and let the tip of my tongue touch her lips. She started, briefly — but then opened her mouth and let me in.

We kissed for the next fifteen minutes or so, and it was really nice. As you know, I love kissing, I truly adore it. It’s one of my favorite things to do sexually, at least in the top ten, hee-hee. Hannah wasn’t very experienced and she wasn’t a great kisser yet — but her lips were soft, her tongue tasted sweet, and she was just so unbelievably cute! Even the fact that she had braces on her teeth didn’t bother me much. She couldn’t help that, and besides, she said they were coming off in a few months.

When we finally stopped to catch our breath, both of us broke into giggles at the way we looked. Our cheeks were flushed, our lips reddened, our faces sweaty with strands of damp hair clinging to our foreheads — and my hair wasn’t the only thing getting damp, my panties were too! I wondered if Hannah’s undies might be in the same condition as mine. I was pretty sure they must have been and almost said something about it, but then I decided not to.

Instead, I said, “Hey, um… do you think your mom, your mum, would let you stay for dinner here? I can call my mom and ask her but I’m sure she’ll say okay. Do you want to?”

She said she did, so we made our calls, and Hannah had dinner with us that night. My mother liked her a lot, and Dana did too.

As we were eating dessert, Chelsea said to our mother, “Mommy, can my friend Samantha come here for dinner too?”

“I don’t see why not,” said my mom. “But I don’t think we know about Samantha yet, sweetie. Can you tell us about her?”

I noticed Hannah looking a bit confused by this exchange. She was clearly trying to understand why Chelsea would refer to my mother as ‘Mommy’. When I’d introduced Hannah to them, I’d told her Dana was Chelsea’s mom. I had some explaining to do, but not right then.

“Samantha’s my friend,” said Chelsea. “She has freckles. She’s a girl, um… she’s 7, like me, and she’s in my class. She’s my friend.”

“All right,” Mommy said. “She sounds like a lovely child. But you know, I think I probably should talk with her mother first and make sure it’s okay for Samantha to come here for dinner. Do you have her phone number?”

“Whose phone number?”

“Samantha’s.”

“No, but I can ask her for it, I guess.”

“Why don’t you do that, sweetie,” Mommy smiled, “and then I’ll call Samantha’s mom and talk to her, and we’ll have your friend over to dinner, all right?”

“Okay. Thank you, Mommy.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

It was getting dark outside by the time we finished dinner and dessert, so Dana offered to take Hannah home when she and Chelsea left to drive back to their apartment. As it turned out, I didn’t get a chance to say anything to Hannah that evening about the unorthodox relationships between the various members of our family, but I was sure the topic would come up soon enough.

* * *

Later that night, as I lay in bed rubbing my pussy while I thought about how pretty Ms. Firth was, and as I recalled how nice it felt kissing Hannah — and as I imagined Hannah masturbating while she thought about Ms. Firth — I also began to think about Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, and the way she’d looked at me that afternoon, and at her niece and her daughter too. I was almost sure I’d seen desire in her eyes, lesbian lust, an attraction to young girls, very young girls.

Was that really possible, or was I only imagining it? Of course I knew it was possible. I’d already known several women who were that way, who craved sex with girls my age or even younger. But how common was it really?

I tried to think about the other moms I knew, like the mothers of some of my friends at school, the few that I’d met. They weren’t all that way, or at least I certainly couldn’t see it just by looking at them. In fact, I wasn’t sure any of them were. I was pretty sure Elaine Gallagher wasn’t like that either. I knew she liked watching lesbian porn, because I’d found it, but I’d never seen any indication that she was drawn to young girls like me.

Then I thought about my teachers at school, the females. As far as I could tell, none of them were clearly that way. Once in a while, perhaps, I might catch a teacher admiring a cute young student in a short skirt, but not very often (I’m talking about the women, of course — the male teachers nearly all looked at the pretty girls a lot, but I simply tuned them out).

On the other hand, I knew my own mother was like that, and Dana too, obviously. I suspected the same thing of Paula, Riley’s mom, and now of Kelsey and possibly of Lauren as well. So maybe it wasn’t everyone, but it could be a fairly high percentage of women who were that way. It made me want to find out for sure — about these other women, I mean, the mothers of Hannah and Lindsey and Riley.

During all this contemplation, I’d continued rubbing myself but I wasn’t anywhere close to an orgasm yet. The mental effort had taken precedent over my libidinous arousal. Now, however, as I began to picture those sexy moms with their young daughters, lying naked in bed with them, kissing them and touching them, I quickly got very turned on and extremely wet. It didn’t take long for me to reach a powerful climax then, as I thought about all the exciting possibilities of lesbian incest.

* * *

The very next day as soon as our mother arrived home from the office, Chelsea ran up to her, handing Mommy a piece of paper torn from a notebook. It had Samantha’s phone number scrawled on it. After changing out of her work clothes, Mommy called and spoke with Megan Oliver, Samantha’s mom. They agreed that the next day, Friday, Samantha would walk with Chelsea to our house after school and have dinner with us.

I thought it was interesting that my mother was the one who made the phone call to Samantha’s mom, and not Dana, Chelsea’s actual mother. I guess that was in keeping with our adjusted relationships, where Mommy took on the role of parent to all of us, including Dana. Apparently Ms. Oliver never asked about that, at least not that I could tell as I listened to our mother’s half of the conversation.

Friday soon came, and we all got to meet the adorable 7-year-old Samantha. She was tall for her age, and thin, with dark curly hair and lots of freckles. Her eyes were hazel, and kind of squinty.

The girl was fairly quiet at first, probably feeling a bit overwhelmed at being surrounded by the many other females in our expanded family, most of whom were very talkative. After a while, though, Samantha loosened up. She started talking more, and laughing a lot too. It was cute when she laughed, because then her cheeks puffed out and her eyes creased almost shut.

We learned that she was an only child, that her mom was a hairdresser, that her father had left them when Samantha was a toddler and that she hardly ever saw him any more. She told us, in answer to a question from me, that her favorite subjects in school were art and reading. We also learned that the girl strongly preferred to be called Samantha, not Sam or Sammie. Dana had asked her about that, and the reply was quite definite.

At 8:00 o’clock, Mommy drove Samantha home. Dana and Chelsea went along with them. When they came back, they told us that Megan, Samantha’s mom, was a tall, slender redhead with even more freckles than her daughter. She was in her mid-twenties, apparently, and very pretty.

“I sure would like to fuck her,” our mother said, and we all giggled.

“Just her mom?” I asked, “Or Samantha too?”

“Oh, both, definitely,” Mommy winked. “But now, come on, it’s getting late. I want you younger girls in bed and asleep by 10:00, and before then, I want to lick your pussies and have you lick mine, okay?”

“Yay!” Molly and Chelsea clapped.

Kate and I had taken taken care of the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen right after dinner, so we all headed upstairs for a night of naughty fun.

* * *

Earlier that week, Elaine had called to ask if I could babysit her kids on Saturday evening, starting at around 6:00. There wasn’t anything else going on that night that I knew about, and it was always nice making the extra money, so I said I would. But then out of the blue on Saturday, Molly asked if Emily could come to our house that same night for a sleepover.

Our mother phoned Emily’s mom, Theresa Chandler, to talk about it. When she hung up, Mommy told Molly it was fine, and that in fact she and Dana would be going out to dinner that evening with Theresa.

“I thought Ms. Chandler was married,” I said.

“She is,” my mom replied, “but her husband is out of town, attending a medical conference. So this will be a good opportunity for us to get to know her better.”

The look on her face when she said that made it pretty clear what she was thinking about. Then she turned to my sister.

“Kate,” Mommy began, “Julie is sitting tonight for the Gallagher kids. That means you’ll be the oldest one here, while we’re out at dinner. Can I trust you to be responsible for Molly and Emily and Chelsea?”

“Sure, it’s cool,” Kate nodded. “No probs.”

“We can play Undercover Spy with Emily!” Molly enthused. Chelsea thought that was a wonderful idea, excitedly jumping up and down as they talked about it.

I kicked myself for having accepted that babysitting job. While I liked making the money, I would hate to miss out on seeing 9-year-old Emily naked and touching her all over. I briefly considering calling Ms. Gallagher to cancel — but then decided that wouldn’t be right, and anyhow my mom would be furious if I went back on my word. I resigned myself to the situation, frowning inside.

Dana took me over to Elaine’s at 6:00 so Mommy would be home to greet Theresa when she arrived with Emily. As we drove, my ‘big sister’ reached over and patted my leg.

“You’re upset, aren’t you,” Dana said, “about missing the fun with the girls.”

Obviously I wasn’t hiding my feelings very well. “It’s all right,” I sighed. “There’ll be other chances, I guess.”

“Of course there will be, lots of ‘em. Just think, Julie, you’re only 13 now. You have your whole life to look for little girls to play with, and big girls too. I’ll bet by the time you’re my age you’ll have had sex with like hundreds of girls and women.”

“You really think so?”

“Sure, why not? If that’s what you want to do, anyway. Maybe, though, you’ll find one special girl and decide to settle down, concentrate just on her and not play around so much.”

I grinned at Dana. “You already know who my special girl is. There’ll never be anyone else but her for me.”

“Mommy, right?” she winked.

“Uh-huh.”

“What about, um, Hannah? You like her a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. She’s really cute and smart and everything, and sexy. I like Hannah. But it’s different with her, or with anyone else. It’s not the same as with Mommy.”

“I know. I’m glad you two are so in love. It’s nice.” She stopped the car in front of the Gallagher’s. “Okay, here we are. Call us when you get done.”

“All right, I will.” I kissed Dana on the lips. “Bye, I love you. And thanks for the ride.”

“I love you too, honey. Have fun.”

It actually wasn’t much fun, of course. Elaine’s two children, Justin and Britney, weren’t hard to deal with or anything. They were fine, just not very exciting. Justin, who was 6, was a boy, so there was nothing there to interest me, and Britney, only 3, was still too young to arouse any real sexual desire.

The only good thing was after I put the kids to bed I called Hannah and talked to her for a while. We were getting to know each other better, sharing more of our secrets. I wasn’t ready yet to tell her any of the really big secrets in my life — about my mom and my sisters and everything — but I sensed that I might be able to someday.

Hannah seemed to me like a girl who would be interested in, shall we way, some of the kinkier varieties of lesbian sex. I wasn’t sure then why I thought that, it was just a feeling. It turned out I was right, of course, although it would be another month until we truly began revealing ourselves to each other.

Elaine got back at a little after 10:00.

“How was your date?” I asked. She’d told me she was having dinner with an older man she’d met online through a dating site.

“Not bad,” she smiled. “I liked him. His name is Carl. He’s sort of… dignified. I like that in a man.”

“Good, I’m glad.” I was pleased to see Elaine feeling happy for once. It seemed like the poor woman almost never had any luck with her dates. Maybe this time things would work out for her.

Mommy came to pick me up. While we were driving home, she told me about their dinner with Theresa. She seemed pretty excited about it.

“You’ll never believe this,” she said.

“What.”

“Her husband is gay.”

“What??”

“Yes,” she laughed. “Theresa really opened up to us tonight. It seems that she knew about his, uh, his past and his preferences when he asked her to marry him ten years ago. He swore that was all behind him then, his bisexuality and everything, that he was devoted only to her.”

“And then what?”

“Well, for a few years apparently he was able to stay straight. But after a while his desires got the better of him. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. I mean, everyone has a right to pursue their own interests as long as no one gets hurt. But you see, he’d made a commitment to Theresa, and she trusted him. Plus, there’s the AIDS virus to worry about.”

“Wow. So, is she gonna divorce him?”

“I don’t think so, at least not right away. She’s known about this for quite a while, about his extramarital activities, I mean, and they’ve decided to stay together, if not sleep together. He makes a very good living as a surgeon, so there’s that for Theresa to think about. And they both seem to feel it’s better for them socially if they stay married.”

My mother paused and licked her lips. I could see her thinking. I was sure there was something else coming.

“But?” I prompted.

She chuckled, “But — Theresa has finally decided that if it’s all right for him to have fun on the side, there’s no reason she shouldn’t be able to as well.”

“Is she gonna start dating other men?”

“Well, perhaps… but it seems that our lovely Theresa is more interested now in exploring the other side.”

“You mean…”

“Uh-huh,” Mommy grinned, “and that’s what we spent the second part of our dinner talking about. She was full of questions for me and Dana about what it’s like being a lesbian.”

“Oh my god.”

We’d reached our house. My mom pulled into the garage and shut off the engine, but before we got out of the car, she turned to look at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Now, you understand, honey, we can’t be spreading all this around. Theresa told these things to us in confidence, and I don’t want to violate her trust. I’m sharing it with you because, well, because you’re my partner in a way, the one person I feel closer to than anyone else in the world.”

“Oh, Mommy, thank you for saying that.”

She raised her hand to my cheek, gently caressing my face. Her touch was warm and tender. She leaned close and kissed my mouth.

“I love you, Julie,” she whispered.

“Mommy…”

We kissed again, more deeply this time, tongues exploring. It was a little awkward, of course, being in the car, trying to grab for each other with the steering wheel and the shift console in the way. Realizing that, we giggled and got out, heading into the house.

We found Dana and Kate on the sofa, eagerly making out. They took a break from kissing when we came in, but with their arms still around each other, cheeks flushed, lips wet and shiny.

“Hi!” chirped Dana.

“Hi,” our mother laughed. “Where are the little ones? Asleep, I hope?”

It was almost 11:00 o’clock by then.

“I don’t know if they’re asleep,” Kate shrugged. “Probably not. But they’re in bed, in Molly’s room.”

“All right.” Mommy leaned down and kissed them both on the mouth, Dana first, then Kate.

As she straightened up, my mom put a hand over her breast, squeezing it. The other hand went between her legs.

“How about if the four of us go up to my room and get in bed together,” she said. “I think we’d all like to hear about the sexy games you played with those little girls, Katie, while we were out tonight.”

Continue on to Chapter 96

I woke before anyone else the next morning. Looking at the clock radio on my mother’s bedside table, I saw it was only a little after 7:00. I felt kind of bad about leaving Kate all alone in my bed the night before, so I got up and went back to my own room, sliding in beside my sister and cuddling with her as she snoozed.

The next thing I knew, it was almost 9:00, and the sun was streaming in the window. I’d been awakened by the sound of little girls giggling and jabbering out in the hall. Molly and Riley and Chelsea were up and very noisy.

I took a quick shower, then put on a pair of gym shorts and a thin t-shirt with no panties or bra. For some reason I wanted to feel unencumbered. I trotted downstairs and found the kids in the kitchen, already eating cereal. Mommy and Dana joined us a few minutes later and made coffee for themselves. Kate slept on.

At around 10:30, Paula showed up. She’d walked over to our house, which was about six blocks from hers. Mommy brought her into the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee. Paula looked surprisingly good. I couldn’t see any signs of a hangover, whatever those might be. She was in a cute sky blue sundress, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and makeup nicely applied.

As she leaned against the counter sipping coffee, I tried to picture Paula making love to a woman, maybe that secretary she’d had an affair with. It was pretty easy to imagine. Paula just seemed like the type. Maybe it was the way she was looking at Dana and my mom, with frank sexual interest — and at me too, glancing down at my nipples poking through my t-shirt.

The women chatted for a few minutes, but then Paula told Riley they had to get going. They were supposed to pick up Alexa at her friend’s house. We walked them to the door and waved goodbye. About then, Kate came down, wearing only panties and an oversized UConn basketball jersey that kept slipping off her shoulders.

Mommy gave my sister a big hug and a kiss, asking, “What would you like for breakfast, pumpkin? Shall I make waffles for you? Or bacon and eggs?”

Katie smiled, “No, um, but maybe, could you make some cinnamon toast?”

“Of course I could.” Mommy kissed her on the lips again, then turned to us. “How about you girls? Would you like some cinnamon toast too?”

Dana, Chelsea, Molly, and I all said we would. Our mother makes great cinnamon toast, so buttery and sweet and perfect.

We sat around the kitchen table, enjoying the treat. There were four chairs, so Chelsea was on Dana’s lap. Mommy was standing near us, drinking another cup of coffee.

I asked Molly, “After you guys went to bed last night, did you do anything in the dark with Riley? Like kissing and stuff?”

Chelsea nodded, eyes bright, her mouth full of toast.

Molly said, “Yeah, we did. I like kissing Riley.”

“Me too,” Chelsea added, after swallowing. “I like kissing Riley.”

“So, was there anything else,” I asked, “besides kissing?”

Molly shook her head. “No, not really, just kissing, like at my slumber party. Only this time we were naked.”

“You were naked?” Mommy asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” Molly grinned. “We slept that way, all three of us. After we got done kissing, we talked for a while too. Riley said she really liked that game, Undercover Spy.”

“What’s Undercover Spy?” Mommy asked.

“Oh, it was a game Kate showed us,” Molly told her, “where you have to try to get the secret formula from the evil scientist and win.”

“It was really fun,” said Chelsea. “I liked it.”

It turned out, in fact, that in the months to come that game Kate invented became a big hit among the 9- and 10-year-old girls in our neighborhood, Molly’s friends. They all wanted to come over and play it with us! I’m not sure if word ever got back to any of their moms (or dads) about the kind of game this was — the first rule being that you had to take off each other’s clothes and do a complete body search — but if it did, no one ever complained about it.

I wouldn’t have minded, of course, if Riley’s mother found out about that. I was kind of hoping that if she did it might encourage her to do more with us, or at least with my mom and Dana. For some reason, I had a sense that Paula wouldn’t be upset about that game and what the little girls were doing with one another, that it would more likely turn her on. And I was right, it definitely did, although it took a few more months for everything to work out the way I wanted.

Eventually, Riley’s mom and Emily’s mom and Lindsey’s mom and a lot of other moms —

But, wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Before I get to all that stuff, there are some other things I have to tell you about first.

So, okay, let me try to take each thing in order. To start with, Paula didn’t go out dancing with Dana and my mother again for a couple of months after that, even though they invited her a few times. When I asked Mommy why that was, she told me Paula probably was embarrassed about getting so drunk and making all those confessions to them that first time. When they finally did go out, though, that’s when things got really interesting, with Theresa, Emily’s mom, becoming involved too. But we’ll get to all that later.

Toward the end of August, a couple of weeks after our initial game of Undercover Spy, Kate went away to her basketball camp in Kentucky. When she came back after five days, she was full of stories to tell us.

My sister was absolutely thrilled with how much she’d learned during the instruction and practice sessions during the day — but I think she may have had even more fun at night. Take a bunch of high-spirited, athletic girls, 11 or 12 years old, put them alone in a dorm at night and you can just imagine what happens.

Our whole family enjoyed hearing Kate describe her intimate erotic escapades with those hot young girls. We spent several nights listening, masturbating, and then fucking each other like mad as we talked about it.

Then, on a Tuesday evening — August 31st, to be exact, four days after Kate had returned home from camp — we were eating dinner when our mother made an announcement. Dana and Chelsea were there too, as they often were. At least half the time they would have supper with us before going back to their apartment for the night.

What Mommy said was, “Girls, I’ve made some arrangements that you all need to know about.”

Oooh, there was that word. Whenever my mom said something about making ‘arrangements’, it almost always led to an exciting sexual adventure. What would it be this time?

“As you know,” she continued, “Julie’s birthday is coming up soon.”

Yes, it was! On September 7, 2010, I would turn 13 years old. I would be an official teenager!

“For Kate’s birthday, we had that camping trip, or should I say cabin trip, which was a lot of fun,” Mommy said. “And then she got to go away to the basketball camp too, and learn so many new things.”

There were giggles around the table as we caught our mother’s innuendo.

“I’m also making plans for Molly, for her birthday in October. I won’t say anything more specific about that now, except to mention that it will include a lot of horseback riding.”

Molly beamed, bouncing in her seat and clapping, “Yay!”

“And now that I have two more lovely daughters in my family,” Mommy said as she smiled warmly at our ‘sisters’, Dana and Chelsea, “when their birthdays come up in January and in March, I can promise the surprises will be just as special for each of them too.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” Dana blushed. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, darling girl,” Mommy winked. Then she turned to me, taking my hand in hers. “Now, for Julie, for her birthday. I’ve decided it might be nice for the two of us to have a romantic getaway together, something like we did last spring. Not to the Sapphic Retreat this time, but somewhere else.”

My mother gazed into my eyes. I could see how she felt about me. It was a different kind of love than between a normal mom and daughter. She loved me that way too, of course, very much, but she also loved me intimately, as a lover — and not just a sexual partner, either, but a romantic partner, a soulmate.

The strength and depth and heat of my mother’s love made me feel dizzy. I melted inside, swooning in my chair, panties quickly getting damp. She put a hand on my cheek, leaning close to me, and brought her lips to mine. We shared a tender kiss.

“Aww…” Kate and Dana sighed in unison. The younger girls, Molly and Chelsea, giggled with delight.

My sisters knew very well about the special bond Mommy and I had with one another. It wasn’t something we’d planned, it simply happened. They knew we were in love — and they also knew it didn’t mean she loved them any less than she loved me. But there was something additional between us, something unique and transcendent and irreplaceable.

“So, what do you think, Julie?” my mother softly asked as she drew lips away from mine. “Would you like to go away together for a few days, just the two of us, to celebrate your birthday?”

“Yeah, um, yeah,” I nodded, so overcome I could barely speak. “Of course. I’d love it.”

“When we get back,” Mommy told the others, “we’ll have a regular party, with a cake and presents and everything, all right? Julie and I will leave on Friday, come back on Monday, and we’ll have her party on Tuesday night.”

Monday was Labor Day, a holiday. Tuesday was my actual birthday, and then on Wednesday, school would start up again. It was going to be quite a week!

“Where, um…” I cleared my throat, “where are we going?”

“Well, I thought we might go to New York City, maybe see some shows, visit the museums, and also spend a lot of time alone in our hotel room,” she winked.

“New York! Wow! Really?” I had never been to New York City, but I’d wanted to go there for the longest time.

“Yes, really,” Mommy chuckled. “Does that sound all right to you?”

“Oh my god!” I jumped up from my chair and fell all over my mom, squeezing and kissing her again and again.

* * *

That was the most amazing birthday. NYC was exactly as I thought it would be — big and bustling and beautiful, exciting and romantic, even a little scary too, all at once. We rode the subways, walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, had a picnic in Central Park, went to the top of the Empire State Building, saw the Statue of Liberty, visited a couple of fantastic museums, ate in great restaurants, and also saw a Broadway show, Chicago. It was awesome. Everything was awesome!

As we moved around the city together, we were almost always hand in hand or arm in arm, and kissing a lot too. I don’t know if people could tell we were in love — although I don’t see how they could miss it — and I don’t know if they thought it was odd to see a 30-something woman acting that way with a 12-year-old girl. But if they did, nobody said anything about it. Maybe stuff like that, or even stranger stuff, is just normal for New York City.

The nights were glorious. Our hotel room was way high up in a very tall building, with a fabulous view of the skyline, Central Park, and all the twinkling lights. We would leave the curtains wide open and make love nude in front of the world, open to anyone with sharp eyes or a telescope. Mommy and I were putting on our own kind of show, and that was tons of sexy fun.

Of course, it had to come to an end. Four days went by much too quickly, and then we were flying home. I cuddled close to my mom on the plane, loving her, totally in love with her. I was the happiest girl in the universe.

My birthday party with the family was great too. I got so many wonderful presents from everyone, and then as a special treat, Mommy took off all my clothes and laid me on top of the dining table. She had a can of whipped cream, which she sprayed on my pussy. For the next half hour or so, my mom and my sisters all enjoyed their dessert, eating whipped cream and eating my cunt. I lost track of how many times I came.

* * *

Then it was back to school — eighth grade for me, sixth for Kate, fourth for Molly, and second for little Chelsea. Molly and Chelsea were only a year apart in age, but Molly had skipped second grade.

The first day of school is always kind of unnerving, of course, at least it is for me. Even though I’d been attending the same small private school for years and knew just about everyone there, it still made me feel uneasy. But it went just fine, as usual. No problems at all after I got over my first day jitters.

The second day is when something really special happened. That was when I attended one of my new classes for the first time, Art & Design. I had it only two days a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’m not sure now why I ever decided to take that class, since I’m really not much of an artist. Maybe I just liked the sound of it. Anyway, I’m sure glad I did!

The teacher was someone new to our school, Ms. Firth, and omigod, she was super sexy. A slim, hazel-eyed brunette with long silky hair that flowed down her back, she wasn’t very tall, around 5’3”, but had the most amazing figure — nice big boobs and a butt I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She was probably in her early forties (42, I later found out), although she definitely looked younger.

On that morning when I first saw my newest teacher, she was wearing a dark brown dress. It was knee-length and had buttons up the front of the bodice, closed all the way to the neck, so I suppose you could say it was modest enough. But the smooth stretchy material hugged her curves, and the fabric belt around the waist accented the woman’s shapeliness. Right away I had the hots for her, and I wasn’t the only one.

Nearly all the boys were ogling Ms. Firth, and some of the girls were as well. One of the girls in particular seemed just as taken with our teacher as I was. This was someone I hadn’t met before, a cute, slender little redhead under five feet tall with the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, and braces too. Her name was Hannah. When the girl was asked to introduce herself to the class and I heard her adorable English accent, my heart started beating right out of my chest.

At lunch that day I made sure to seek out the new girl. I wanted to sit next to her if I could, and get to know her. It was funny, because after I spotted Hannah in the cafeteria, I watched a couple of boys make an effort to sit with her, but she quickly shooed them away. She didn’t seem bashful about doing it, either. I admired her spunk.

I walked with my tray over toward her table. There were a few other kids sitting there, two girls and two boys, but the place next to Hannah was unoccupied.

After making a pretense of looking around, as if uncertain where I wanted to go, I said to her, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“No, I don’t mind,” the girl smiled.

Actually, that’s incorrect — smiled is the wrong word. She glowed, radiated, sparkled. Hannah has a beautiful wide mouth with full pink lips. When she smiles, it’s like the world is suddenly bathed in the most dazzling white light. As I’m sure you can tell, I was instantly smitten.

We chatted while we ate our lunch, with me trying not to be too obvious about the growing crush I had on this girl, at least not at first. I soon learned that she and her mom (or ‘mum’ as she put it), had moved over recently from the UK. Her mother was divorced, and the dad was still back in England. They were renting a house, which it turned out was only a couple blocks away from ours. Very cool.

Hannah was 13 years old, like I was, and would turn 14 in February. She liked art, costume play, watching cartoons, doing up her long, copper-colored hair in different styles, and… wait for it… she liked girls!!

Yes, it’s amazing, but in only about twenty minutes, during that first conversation, she and I discovered, or revealed, that both of us liked girls, not boys. I told her I’d made the decision for sure about two years earlier, and she said for her it had seemed that way basically forever. Of course, this was at school, and so we couldn’t be obvious about it or anything, but the look she gave me — and that I gave her in return — made it clear that the two of us would become very close friends.

Argh! The damn bell rang then, so we had to go on to our next class which unfortunately we didn’t share. But we agreed to get together after school and talk some more.

When the last period ended, I found Kate and told her I wouldn’t be taking the bus home with her and Molly, that I had to stay late that day and would walk home after a while. The school was about a mile and a half from our house.

“Is it a girl or a teacher?” my sister asked. She could see right through me.

“It’s a girl,” I grinned, blushing. “Her name is Hannah. She’s a redhead, a new girl, did you see her?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” Kate shrugged. “It seems like there’s a lot of new kids this year.”

“Yeah, it does,” I nodded. “Okay, anyway, I’ll be home pretty soon. I won’t be too late.”

As I started to turn away, Kate asked, “Is she cute?”

“Omigod,” I gushed, rolling my eyes and licking my lips.

My sister giggled, then set off toward the bus.

Hannah and I met in a prearranged spot, by a drinking fountain near her locker. As I started saying something about walking home together, she said, “We don’t have to walk. My mum’s picking me up. You can ride with us.”

“Oh. Okay.” I was a little surprised. I’d been hoping she and I would have some time alone together, a chance to talk and get to know each other better while we walked. But perhaps this would work out. It might be interesting, in any case, to meet Hannah’s mother.

We headed out to the parking lot, carrying our backpacks. On the way, I asked if Hannah had any brothers or sisters. She said she didn’t, that she was an only child.

“Except for Lindsey,” she added.

“What do you mean? Who’s Lindsey?”

“She’s — wait, there’s my mum.” Hannah waved, and took my arm, pulling me along the sidewalk.

I noticed a woman with straight dark hair standing by a car, smiling and waving to us. She was curvy, even a little plump, wearing jeans and a tight-fitting scoop-neck sweater. I could tell right away she had nice boobs. We got closer and I saw she wore a lot of makeup, dark eyeliner and red lipstick. Her face was round and pretty, with big brown eyes like her daughter’s. It looked like she was in her early thirties.

“Mum? This is Julie, my new friend. Julie, this is my mum.”

“Hello, Ms. Jones,” I nodded.

The woman held out her hand and I took it. Her grip was warm, her smile bright and welcoming. “Hiya, love, it’s good to make your acquaintance. You can call me Kelsey.”

As Hannah and I climbed into the back seat, I found there was another girl in the car, a tiny blonde sitting in the front passenger seat — and this was someone I thought I knew, one of Molly’s friends from her slumber party. It was that Lindsey!

“Hi! You’re in Molly’s class, aren’t you?” I said to her.

“Uh-huh,” she smiled and nodded, pretty blue eyes twinkling. “Hi, Julie!”

“Oh, you two already know each other?” Kelsey asked. “It’s truly a small world, eh?”

We started home, with Hannah’s mother doing most of the talking at first, asking about our classes and teachers and stuff like that. I still had no idea how Lindsey fit into the picture, but I didn’t ask about it then, figuring I would find out eventually.

After a couple of minutes, Kelsey asked where I lived. I gave her the address, but she didn’t know the street names very well yet and wasn’t sure where that was.

“It’s only two streets over from yours,” I told her. “Really close.”

“You can come to our house first, okay?” Hannah said. “Then we’ll walk over to yours.”

So, that’s what we did. The house they lived in was nice but with only one story, not as big as ours. It was on a street where most of the houses were smaller and older, but it did have three bedrooms. Hannah showed me her room and Lindsey showed me hers too. They lived together, obviously.

I also met Lindsey’s mom, Lauren. I recalled seeing her waving from a car the morning after the slumber party, but I’d never actually met her. Lauren, who was about 30 years old, was short, only 5’1” or so, and slim but with a nice figure. She was very fair skinned with a few freckles on her arms and her small nose. Her hair was sort of dirty blonde, pulled back in a ponytail.

“Would you poppets like something to drink?” Kelsey asked. “Perhaps a few biscuits?”

Biscuits? I wondered. But then I remembered that’s the word British people use for cookies.

“I need to get back to work,” Lauren said. “Julie, say hi to your mother for me, all right?”

“Okay, I will.”

Hannah, Lindsey, and I sat around the kitchen table, enjoying a snack of cookies and milk. Kelsey sat with us, drinking tea. Between the three of them, I gradually learned how they were connected.

Lauren was the first cousin of Kelsey, Hannah’s mom. Apparently Kelsey and Lauren, who were less than a year apart in age, had been very close when they were kids. They were both only children and lived on the same block, so they spent a lot of time together, growing up more like sisters than cousins. But when Lauren was 14, her father, a computer programmer, got a great job offer from a company in the US, and the family moved far away across the ocean.

They stayed in touch, of course, and Kelsey and Lauren saw each other maybe once a year when Lauren’s family flew back to England for visits. Time went by. In her last year of high school, Kelsey got pregnant (I was kind of surprised she told me that, but she did). The father, who soon became her husband, was an auto mechanic, six years older than Kelsey. Three months after the wedding, Hannah was born. The marriage was pretty stormy, with several long separations. After twelve years, they were finally divorced.

Meanwhile, Lauren found herself pregnant as well, at age 21. She was in college then, about to graduate with a degree in computer science. Unlike her cousin, she had never married, but decided to have the child, Lindsey, and to raise her on her own — with help from her parents, of course. Lindsey never met her father, and it seemed everyone was fine with that.

Lauren worked at home as a freelance software designer. Her specialty was creating user interfaces, mostly for big companies, to manage their databases or something like that. She had to travel a lot, consulting with the companies she worked for and teaching them to use the software and stuff. This new living arrangement was ideal, because now Lindsey, who was 9, had someone to take care of her when her mother was out of town.

Back in England, Kelsey had worked as a secretary for a real estate development company. She hadn’t found a job yet in the US, but there wasn’t really much of a hurry about it, because Lauren made enough money to support them all without any problem. Still, Kelsey did want to work again. She just wasn’t sure what kind of job she might like.

I suddenly realized we’d been talking for a long time and I needed to get home. Kate and Molly might be worrying about me. (Probably not, but you never know.) Hannah said she would walk with me, so she could see where I lived.

When I said goodbye and thanked Kelsey for the ‘biscuits’, she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, saying she hoped they’d see me again real soon. I noticed something about that, about the unusually intimate way she squeezed me, and also how she’d been looking not only at me as we sat around the kitchen table, but at the other girls too, her niece and her daughter. I couldn’t be certain, of course, but I got the idea that Kelsey might have more than just a friendly interest in me and more than simply a maternal interest in the other two girls.

By this time, I’d had quite a bit of experience with women who felt a strong sexual desire for young girls, who were lesbian pedophiles. My own mother was one, of course, as was Dana, and then there were all those moms I’d met at the Sapphic Retreat. I was pretty sure I could recognize that look when I saw it — and that’s what I thought I saw in Kelsey. Maybe in Lauren, too, although I really hadn’t talked to her for very long.

I didn’t say anything about all this to Hannah, obviously, as we were walking over to my house. We didn’t know each other well enough yet for something like that. And anyway, there was another topic of conversation that my new friend quickly brought up: Ms. Firth! We talked about how pretty she was, about her long, beautiful hair, about how nice she looked in that tight dress.

“I really like her,” Hannah said.

“I do too,” I agreed.

“But I mean I really like her, you know?” Hannah’s brown eyes sparkled. “Like I’ll be thinking about her tonight when I… well, you know.”

“Yeah, I do know,” I nodded.

I felt a tingle between my legs as I pictured not only the alluring Ms. Firth, but as I thought about this small girl walking beside me and what she would be doing later on that night — alone in her bed in the dark, playing with her pussy, dreaming of lesbian sex, making herself come.

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“98, 99, 100!”

We opened the closet door and stepped out into my sister Molly’s bedroom. It was dark, but there was enough faint light coming in through the curtains that Riley and I could see each other fairly well. We stood for a moment, eyes running up and down one another’s nude bodies. The only thing we had on were red scarves tied around our foreheads.

We heard giggling voices out in the hall, the voices of little girls. It was Molly and Chelsea. Oh no, the blue team was already ahead of us!

“Come on!” Riley urged, tugging on my hand.

I ran behind her to the bedroom door. We threw it open and darted into the darkened hall. It was hard to see much of anything, but I caught a glimpse of two bare bottoms racing away from us and starting down the stairs.

“There they go!” I pointed.

Now I led the way, holding Riley’s hand. She was not as familiar with our house, so we couldn’t move too fast. I didn’t want her to fall or get hurt. Her hand felt warm in mine, and slightly moist. It was really turning me on. I was tempted to stop right there and take the girl in my arms and start kissing her, but I didn’t. We had a game to play.

At the top of the stairs, I paused. “Can you see all right?” I asked Riley.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

Below us, we could see Chelsea and Molly standing in the middle of the family room, looking around. Their slim, shadowy, naked bodies were so tantalizing to me. I wondered if the sight would have the same effect on Riley.

“Let’s go!” she said, hurrying me.

The girl was right. I was letting my lust get in the way of winning the game.

“All right,” I nodded, “come on.”

As we started down, still holding hands, we heard a voice call out, “Kate?” It was Molly. Then Chelsea called, “Mad scientist? Where are you?!”

Of course Kate didn’t respond. It was our job to find her. But the good thing was, the blue team hadn’t located her yet. Maybe the red team could get there first!

We all hunted around, eventually flushing Kate from her hiding place under the table in the dining room. She ran away laughing, with four nude girls in pursuit. When she tried to jump over the sofa, I managed to tackle her. My sister and I fell together onto the cushions, giggling like crazy. I reached for the bottle, but she held it away from me.

Then, all at once, the other girls were on top of us — scrambling, clawing, struggling, grabbing — skin on skin, smooth young bodies slipping and sliding together. What a great game this was!

Kate somehow wriggled out from beneath the pile and raced away, clutching the secret formula. We jumped up and started after her. She ran back into the dining room, with Molly and Chelsea right behind her.

“Wait!” I said to Riley, before lowering my voice to a whisper. “Over here… we’ll head her off.”

I took my partner the other way, toward the kitchen. We waited just outside the swinging door. Sure enough, a second later it burst open and Kate came bolting through — right into our arms!

We held her tight. This time, I was determined not to let her get away. Kate was very strong, though, an athlete with toned muscles. She was just about to slip from my grasp when Chelsea and Molly caught up with us.

They grabbed onto her too, small arms around Kate’s waist, around her chest, around her legs, between her legs. I envied my sister at that moment, wishing I could be the evil scientist.

“You won’t get away with it!” I cried. “We’re going to stop you! The red team will get the formula!”

“Yeah!” Riley shouted, reaching up to where Kate was holding the bottle aloft, trying to take it from her. “We’ll get it!”

“No, the blue team will! The blue team!” Chelsea yelled. And then she climbed on top of me, crawling right up my back and onto my shoulders. The little girl’s bare legs were around my neck, her pussy pressing into my hair as she strained upward.

I had a firm grip around Kate’s waist and chest now, one hand over a breast, the hard nipple pressing into my palm. Molly was holding onto her legs. Riley was trying to grab the formula, but Chelsea had a better chance from her position atop my shoulders. She had both hands around the bottle, but the child wasn’t strong enough to wrest it away from Kate. Something had to give.

Our frantic struggling had slowly taken us away from the kitchen door, and into the family room. I didn’t realize how far we’d actually gone, though, until suddenly my hip bumped against the back of the sofa and I began to lose my balance.

I whooped as I felt my feet slipping out from under me. Kate and Molly were going down with me. Chelsea toppled from her perch and fell onto the sofa, bouncing on the cushions, laughing with glee.

Molly and Kate and I all grabbed for the back of the sofa at the same time, trying to stay upright. But we pulled too hard, and the sofa tipped over backwards! We all collapsed onto it alongside little Chelsea, who was laughing so hard she couldn’t stop.

Riley fell with us too. She made a last desperate lunge for the formula, but just as she did, Kate’s hand struck the padded arm of the sofa — and the plastic bottle went skittering away across the floor!

Chelsea’s giddy laughter was contagious. I wanted to get up and race after the bottle, but I had Kate and Molly on top of me, and anyway, I was out of breath from laughing. Everyone else was in the same condition. We all lay together, five giggling, gasping naked girls.

The first to recover was Riley. She started to push herself up, but wasn’t quite quick enough. Kate reached out and pulled her down again. Molly rolled off me, and I was free, at least for the moment. As I struggled to my feet, I grabbed Molly’s arm, preventing her from going after the formula. Chelsea tried to get up too, but Kate caught her, wrapping an arm around her slim thigh, holding her tight.

I pushed Molly back onto the sofa — not too hard, but hard enough that she went down, flopping into the cushions. I turned and looked for the bottle. There it was, partially hidden under a chair.

“Come on!” I called to Riley, clutching her hand, trying to pull her away from Kate’s grasp. Just as I thought my teammate was about to break loose, Kate suddenly released her. Riley flew into me, knocking me off balance once again. We fell to the floor, laughing.

Kate shot past us, moving like a blur. She snagged the secret formula from under the chair, then ran toward the stairs. Riley and I got up as fast as we could, but Chelsea and Molly, the blue team, were already ahead of us. They followed Kate up the stairs with the red team right behind them, all five of us shouting at the top of our lungs. I wonder what the neighbors must have thought?

The evil scientist disappeared into my room. Aha! That meant if we could just take the bottle away from her, and get onto my bed, we would win! Of course it meant the same thing for the other team too. We had to get there first!

We were still behind, though. The blue team entered the bedroom ahead of us. When Riley and I got to the door, we saw movement in the dark but it was hard to tell what was going on. Forgetting all about the rules, I switched on the overhead light. It was momentarily blinding.

As my eyes adjusted, I saw the three of them, Molly, Chelsea, and Kate, wrestling on my bed, naked limbs flailing, sheets and covers and pillows going everywhere.

With a cry of “Red team!” Riley joined them, leaping headlong into the pile. I followed, diving in after her.

Kate was in a fetal position, curled up tightly. Her hands, holding the bottle with the secret formula, were clenched firmly between her legs. Chelsea and Molly were crawling all over her, grasping at her thighs, straining to pull them apart. Riley was there too, but on the backside, her face peering at my sister’s butt, hands trying to reach in and seize the bottle.

I decided on another tactic. I climbed on top of Kate, sitting on her head, squeezing my legs together around her face. I thought if I could cut off her air, start to smother her, that might make her release the bottle — and if Riley grabbed it, we would win!

We grappled that way for what felt like several minutes, although it probably wasn’t really that long. The younger girls clawed away on one side, pushing their fingers between Kate’s thighs, trying to take hold of the bottle that was shoved deeply into her crotch. Riley was on the other side, hands desperately reaching in, fingers inadvertently but inevitably pressing up against Kate’s anus and her labia, perhaps even her vagina.

I don’t know if the game was intended by Kate to be sexually stimulating, although it likely was. At any rate, that was the effect it had on me. I’d already been extremely turned on earlier in our mother’s closet when we stripped and searched each other, and then later downstairs as I felt the erotic thrill of our naked bodies rubbing and sliding together in our playful struggles. At this point I was wildly excited, my clit throbbing as I pushed myself against my sister and saw what the little girls were doing between her legs.

Now I ground down even harder on Kate’s face, wriggling my bottom, attempting to completely envelop her. I knew my pussy was very wet, I could feel it. I was certain Kate could feel it too, and I knew she could easily smell my arousal — if she could smell anything at all, that is. My goal was to restrict her air so much that she would have to give up. And that’s what happened.

“Okay!” I heard a muffled cry. “Okay! You win!”

I lifted slightly off my sister, leaning forward toward her crotch, ready to grab the secret formula if I had the chance. The instant Kate began to relax her thighs, however, all the hands at once were seizing the bottle, mine along with the other three girls’. We looked at each other. What did it mean?

“Everybody wins,” Kate panted.

She was on her back now, gasping for breath, her legs parted around Riley. I was kneeling on one side of Kate, Molly and Chelsea on the other side. Eight hands held the plastic water bottle.

“Everybody wins,” my sister repeated.

I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, but for the moment I wasn’t really thinking about it either. My attention had been diverted to something else.

Kate’s vulva was smeared with creamy white pussy juice. I suddenly realized some of it was on the bottle too, and on our fingers. I smiled and began to relax my grip.

“You guys — both teams win, red and blue, because you got the formula at the same time,” Kate told us as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.

“And, uh, guess what?” she smiled. “The evil scientist has decided it’s better to be nice, not to hurt people or be mean to them or try to have power over them and stuff. So, everybody wins.”

I let go of the bottle altogether. Chelsea and Molly did too. Riley was the only one left holding it. I noticed her frowning slightly, studying the bottle, perhaps trying to figure out what all that gooey white stuff was. The 9-year-old girl glanced down at Kate’s crotch and then at her own fingers, lifting them to her face and sniffing them.

“Everybody wins,” Kate said yet again. “So now we need to have a winner’s hug and kiss. Everybody hug everybody and kiss, okay?”

We combined in a big group hug, five naked girls from age 7 to age 12, pressing together, sharing kisses, congratulating each other on our victory.

When that was over, I glanced at my clock radio. It said almost 11:00, way past bedtime for Molly and Chelsea, even on a weekend. When I told the younger kids it was time for them to go to bed, they protested, naturally, but not too much. I think they were getting sleepy, though they would never admit it.

With Kate’s help, I herded them into Molly’s room, made sure they brushed their teeth, asked if they wanted to put on jammies (none did), and then tucked them in, all three girls squeezing into Molly’s single bed. They seemed perfectly happy about that. We kissed them, said goodnight, and turned out the light.

My sister and I decided to sleep together too, as we often did. The only question was whose bed we should use, and we chose mine that night. We brushed our teeth, then snuggled under the covers. It was fun talking with each other in the dark about the game we’d played, giggling about Kate’s creative ingenuity, remembering how hilarious it was when the sofa tipped over and we all fell onto it.

After a time, we began kissing and touching. We made love. Kate’s pussy tasted even more yummy than usual, perhaps because of all that creamy juice she’d produced earlier. After I went down on her, I sat on her face, but this time without the intent of smothering her. I came twice in her mouth, as she had come twice in mine, and then we were ready to fall asleep.

* * *

I woke up, as I typically did, as soon as my mother came home, when I heard the garage door start to open. Turning over, I looked at the clock. It was 1:15.

I was instantly excited. Would Paula come in? Would the women kiss? Would they have sex? Could I watch them and masturbate? I was terribly eager to see! I tried to wake Kate to get her to join me, but once she’s out, she’s out.

So, I got out of bed on my own and went to the door, opening it a crack. I listened for voices, but could only hear two, my mom’s and Dana’s. Was Paula with them or not? I crept naked out into the hall, staying in the shadows.

A light went on in the family room.

“What’s this?” I heard my mother laugh. I suddenly realized that we’d left the place a wreck, the sofa overturned and everything. Oops. I felt bad about that.

“Looks like they had a good time,” said Dana.

“Yeah, maybe too good,” Mommy said.

I stepped up to the railing, taking a chance that Paula might see me if she was there, but she wasn’t. It was only the two of them.

As they started toward the stairs, my mom looked up and saw me standing above them. “Hi, lover,” she smiled.

“Hi, Mommy. I’m really sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up tomorrow, I promise.”

“That’s all right,” she chuckled. “No one was injured in the melee, I hope?”

“No,” I grinned. I was glad she wasn’t angry.

They reached the top of the stairs. My mother took me in her arms, hugging me and kissing my mouth. I tasted wine or something on her lips, smelled her delicious perfume, felt the warmth of her beautiful body pressing against mine.

“Mmm,” Mommy sighed, kissing me even more deeply, her tongue teasing mine, a hand reaching down to caress my bare bottom.

Finally she drew her lips away. “I missed you tonight, lover,” she whispered, nuzzling my nose.

“I missed you too. We had fun, though,” I giggled.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Um, where’s Pau— Ms. Crawford. Did she drive home?”

“No, we dropped her off at her house.”

As my mother turned and took Dana’s hand, she said to me, “Why don’t you come in the bedroom with us and we’ll tell you all about it. Unless you’d rather go back to bed, that is.”

“No, I, I’d like to come with you.”

I smiled at Dana. She put an arm around me and kissed my lips. “Hi, little sis. I love you.”

“Hi, big sis,” I said. “I love you too.”

The three of us walked down the hall and into my mother’s room. She closed the door behind us.

“So, were the kids all right?” Mommy asked as she unbuttoned her blouse. “No problems or anything?”

I sat on the bed. “Yeah, they were fine. No problems. We played, well, kind of a wild game, as you saw. Nobody got hurt, though, and it was fun.”

“All right, as long as you had fun,” Mommy chuckled.

Dana had her sandals off and was out of her rompers by then. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a pair of boy shorts, pink with blue flowers. When she noticed the way I was admiring her body, she sent me a wink, then began taking the pigtails out of her hair.

My mother removed her blouse and dropped it in the hamper. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, laying it on a chair. Her shoes were already off. Now she wore only a lacy pair of white panties, high-cut on the hips.

Oh my god, she was so sexy. I watched her start to take off her jewelry, then remembered my question about Paula.

“Um, you were going to tell me about Ms. Crawford?”

“Oh,” said my mom. “Yes, well, we had a very nice time with her. She’s a good dancer, isn’t she, Dana?”

“Yeah, she is. Really energetic, and dirty too, just the kind I like.”

“Right,” Mommy laughed. “I thought the two of you might get arrested, the way you were carrying on out there on the dance floor.”

“And she kept it up too, in the booth, after we sat down. Once she realized you and me weren’t, you know, a couple, I guess she figured I was fair game. She was, like, groping and grabbing and kissing and everything.”

“Yes, she certainly was.”

I was confused. “But then, I don’t understand. Why didn’t she come back here with you guys?”

My mother pushed down her panties, placing them in the hamper. “Well, let me go wash my face first, and then we’ll get in bed and talk some more, all right?”

“Okay,” I nodded. I got up and pulled the sheets back, propping up some pillows and sitting in the middle.

Dana took off her panties too, tossing them toward the hamper but missing. She fluffed up her hair, ran her hands over her breasts, toying with the nipples, and then slid one hand down between her legs, massaging her clit.

“God, I want to come so bad,” she sighed. “I’ve been dying for it all night.”

I smiled at her, licking my lips.

“But, okay, I’ll go wash my face first, and brush my teeth like a good little girl… and then, Julie, I want you to fuck me like mad, make me come again and again. Will you do that?”

“Sure,” I giggled.

The diminutive blonde suddenly ran to the bed, diving onto it. With a silly laugh, she grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me several times, smacking her lips on mine.

“I love you so much,” she gushed. “I’m so glad I found you and your mom and your sisters. I’m just so happy, Julie!”

I squeezed her. “I’m glad too. I love you a lot. I love both you and Chelsea like, well, like you’re my sisters — which you are!”

“That’s right,” she giggled, kissing me one more time before bouncing off the bed and prancing into the bathroom, looking for all the world like a 10-year-old girl.

When they returned a couple of minutes later, my mom got on one side of me and Dana on the other. They both kissed my cheeks. We pulled the covers up to about our waists and settled in. Although it was a quarter to 2:00, I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all, just very happy and very lucky.

“Now then,” my mother began, “about Paula…”

“Warning,” interrupted Dana, “if this conversation goes on too long, I just might go insane and start mauling Julie.”

She put her face near my chest, growling and baring her teeth, pretending she was about to bite my nipple.

“All right,” Mommy laughed, “it really shouldn’t take very long. And then we can fuck each other as late into the night as you want.”

“Good,” the younger woman nodded. She smiled and sat back up, folding her hands primly in her lap.

They proceeded to explain to me what had happened that evening. After the three of them had danced for a while and had a few drinks, Paula became very talkative. She told Dana and my mom all about the breakup of her marriage, about the looming divorce (which would be her third), about the affair she’d had with a 20-something secretary that caused the split, and a lot more than that.

The more Paula had talked, the more she drank, and the more she drank, the more she’d talked. She confessed to them that she’d had many such affairs in the past, sometimes with men, but more often with women. She thought that for the sake of her kids, it was a good thing for her to be married — but once she was married, she couldn’t stop thinking about all the sex she was missing, so she went out looking for it, and found it.

Paula admitted that at this point in her life she really had almost no attraction toward men. It was women who turned her on. But she was convinced somehow that it was necessary for her daughters to have a man around the house, a father figure. Frankly, she sounded like kind of a mess to me. I knew perfectly well that you absolutely did not need a man or a husband or a dad in order to have a happy and well-adjusted family. I mean, just look at us!

I said that much to Mommy and Dana, and they agreed, of course.

Dana slumped down in the bed a little bit, bringing her face to the level of my chest. She licked my nipple, then said, “You’re right, Julie, we don’t need a man, ‘cause we have a mommy who loves us and we have each other and that’s all we need…”

She pushed a hand below the covers, obviously beginning to masturbate as she licked my erect nipple again. I giggled, but turned to my mom and asked, “So, um, what happened with Paula, anyway? Why didn’t she come here?”

My mother evidently decided not to correct my use of the first name this time. As she watched Dana licking my small breast and rubbing herself, she started masturbating as well. But she answered my question. “Well, she had way too much to drink. She certainly couldn’t drive, could barely walk, so we just took her home. She’ll come and get her car tomorrow, I suppose.”

After she said that, Mommy leaned down and began licking my other breast. A hand slid beneath the sheets and onto my thigh, then between my legs. I had two women, my mom and my ‘big sister’, making love to me. It was awesome.

We fucked for a half hour or so, not really that long because it was awfully late. But Dana got the orgasms she was craving, and Mommy and I each enjoyed a couple of our own. Then we fell asleep.

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Sage turned over onto her back on the sofa. As she did, I made sure to look between her legs. The wet spot on her panties was still there, if anything even bigger than before.

“Now Loretta, you lie on top of her,” said Dana, holding the camera.

“I, I don’t…”

“Please, Loretta,” Dana implored, “you have to help me with this. It’s for my fashion studies, you know that. And it’ll be a great shot, so come on, just do it.”

Shaking her head as if she objected, the older woman nevertheless went along. She was on her knees on the sofa, looking down at her teenage daughter. Both were wearing only panties and bras. As we watched, she slowly lowered herself on top of Sage.

“There you go, that’s perfect,” Dana told them as she started shooting more pictures.

I think we all knew by this point that what Dana was doing was not actually necessary for her studies. I mean, I certainly doubted that she would be showing any of these photos in her classes at the fashion institute! But it offered a good excuse for us to see the mom and daughter posing this way, and I was really glad Dana had the idea. It was totally turning me on.

“Look at me, both of you, that’s right.” More shots were taken. They appeared on the big screen TV in our cabin, transmitted through a cable attached to Dana’s camera.

“Put your cheeks together. Good. Smile!” Dana directed. “Very nice. Now lick your lips. Mmm, that’s hot.”

She was right, it was hot, very hot. By this time I was naked, and openly masturbating. My mom and my sister Kate were masturbating too, although they both were still partially clothed. Sage and Loretta certainly could see what the three of us were doing, and they couldn’t possibly have missed my nudity, but neither of them said anything about it.

“All right, now I want to see you kiss each other,” Dana said.

Yes! I wanted to see that too!

Sage appeared ready to take this step, but Loretta hesitated. “Kiss?”

“Sure, why not?” said Dana. “You guys kiss, right? There’s nothing wrong with that. Just a little smooch, that’s all I want, just a little kiss on the lips.”

Loretta took a deep breath, then nodded. “All right.”

As their lips came together, I watched the images appear on the screen. It was awesome. They weren’t using their tongues or anything like that, but it was incredibly sexy to see a pretty mom kissing her daughter that way. My fingers moved faster between my legs.

“Good, that’s really, really good,” Dana praised. “You guys are great together.”

They continued kissing. Both had their eyes closed now. It looked like they were starting to get into it. I could hear Sage moaning. They were breathing harder. But soon Loretta pulled away. She licked her lips. I saw her give a wink to Sage, and then she turned to Dana.

“Okay, so what’s next?” the woman asked.

“Well,” Dana replied, “the next thing is… Sage, take off your mother’s bra.”

The teenager’s eyes went wide. But she grinned and nodded, “Okay.”

Sage reached behind her mom’s back, found the closure, and unhooked the bra. Loretta raised up a bit, allowing her daughter to draw the brassiere off her shoulders and down her arms. Sage dropped it to the floor. Loretta lowered herself once more on top of the girl.

“No,” said Dana. “Push yourself up again, higher. I want to get a shot of Sage, uh, looking at your boobs.”

“Looking at them?”

“Uh-huh,” Dana nodded.

“All right, you’re the boss,” Loretta said. She raised up, arching her back, thrusting out her chest. Her tits were large, probably a D-cup, with very wide areola like her daughter’s. A sharp tan line emphasized the whiteness of her beautiful breasts.

Sage stared at her mother’s chest. She licked her lips.

Dana shot a few photos. Then she said, “Put your hands on them.”

The teenager blinked. “What?”

“Go ahead, put your hands on her boobs.”

“It’s all right, honey,” Loretta said. “I don’t mind.”

“Well, okay.”

Sage swallowed, then raised her hands and gently placed them over Loretta’s breasts. Dana took some more shots.

“Play with her nipples,” Dana instructed.

“I…”

Sensing the girl’s uneasiness, Dana lowered the camera and smiled, adding softly, “Come on, Sage, you know you want to. And your mom wants it too.”

We were clearly crossing a line now. Any pretense of this being part of an exercise for Dana’s fashion studies had vanished. This was sex. Lesbian incest. And we were watching it happen!

Neither Sage nor Loretta said anything. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then the girl began to finger her mother’s nipples, fondling them, lightly squeezing. After a few seconds, she became more bold, pinching, pulling, twisting. Loretta groaned in pleasure.

“Kiss them,” Dana said.

“What?”

“Kiss them.”

And so she did. Loretta lowered her breasts to her daughter’s mouth, offering them. Sage kissed the erect nipples. Dana shot several photos. I glanced up at the TV screen. The images appearing there were intensely erotic.

“Suck them.”

Jesus! Would she actually do that? Yes, she would!

Sage closed her eyes and took a large nipple into her mouth, sucking eagerly. Loretta groaned again, louder than before. I noticed then that she was gently humping her crotch against her daughter’s hip. I wasn’t sure when she’d started doing that, but it was incredibly hot to see.

The teen switched to the other breast, fingers playing with the wet nipple she’d left behind. Sage had licked and sucked my tits the night before, and Katie’s too, so I knew how much she liked doing it. Obviously, though, she had never sucked her own mom’s nipples before, or at least not since she was an infant.

“That’s right, baby, that’s right,” Loretta cooed, petting her daughter’s hair. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing I was.

Dana moved in very close, getting some nice tight shots of Sage’s lips and tongue on her mother’s stiff, wet nipples. This went on for a while. Sage showed no interest at all in stopping, and Loretta was plainly enjoying the sensations, humping a little harder and faster.

Finally Dana said, “Okay, now, the next thing. Uh, Loretta, take off Sage’s bra.”

Loretta took a deep breath, pushing back some damp strands of hair from her face. The woman smiled at Dana, glanced over at me, saw me masturbating, and winked, then looked down at Sage. She kissed her lips.

“I love you, honey,” she whispered.

“I love you, too, Mom.”

Loretta put her hands under Sage, seeking the bra closure. It was sort of awkward but had the effect of bringing them even closer. Their bodies were pressed together, and in fact mother and daughter kissed several more times as Loretta fumbled for the hook. At last she got it open. She pushed up a bit, and Sage shrugged the bra from her shoulders. Giggling, Loretta pulled it away and dropped it to the floor.

“All right, now, kids?” Dana nodded at Molly and Chelsea. “You have a job to do.”

The little girls hopped to their feet, happy to join the fun.

“I want you guys to take off Miss Loretta’s undies, okay?”

I was stunned by Dana’s audacity — stunned and impressed. She kept asking for more and more and somehow got away with it all!

The kids didn’t hesitate for a moment. They moved behind Loretta and began tugging on her white and yellow panties. Soon they were sliding them down her lovely legs and off. The girls seemed to have a good time doing it, too. It was amazing to see my sister Molly hungrily admiring the woman’s ass, licking her lips as she squeezed and caressed a firm round cheek. No doubt about that little girl’s sexual preference!

“Very good,” Dana smiled. “And now, this might be harder, but I want you to take off Sage’s undies too. Do you think you can do that?”

Both kids nodded. They were certainly willing to try!

“And while they’re doing that, Sage and Loretta, you have to keep kissing, okay?” Dana instructed.

“Wow…” Loretta shook her head once more.

It was clear this night was going in a direction she had never expected. But again, as before, the woman didn’t object or resist. She simply said, “All right,” and brought her lips to her daughter’s.

As Sage and Loretta resumed kissing, the two little girls began working their hands and arms in between them, struggling to get a grip on Sage’s hipster panties and pull them down. That wasn’t easy, of course, and it made for a somewhat amusing but also highly arousing series of images: children groping between the legs of a grown woman and a teenage girl. I loved it.

Eventually they managed to get the panties off. I noticed Molly looking closely at the wet spot, and sniffing it. She knew what that meant, even if Chelsea didn’t yet.

Dana moved around behind Loretta. “Open your legs wider, both of you,” she said, as she leaned in to get some closeup shots of their pussies.

I heard a sudden wet slapping sound, a gasp, a groan. I glanced at my mother. She was climaxing, fucking herself hard. A few seconds later, Kate began to squeal. I saw that she was coming too.

Although I was certainly very turned on, I wasn’t really close to an orgasm yet. Maybe I’d just been too intent on observing everything. Anyway, it didn’t matter. I would have plenty of opportunities for climaxes later on in the evening, I was sure of that. I turned my attention back to what was happening on the sofa.

“Uh, I want you to… to get in closer, Loretta,” said Dana.

She was pushing on the woman’s hip, shifting her, positioning her. As I watched, Dana bent down low, leaning in, her face right between the legs of both Loretta and Sage. But she wasn’t licking them or anything. She was setting something up.

“That’s right,” she said, “and now still even closer. Press in. Okay, good, right there.”

The camera was around Dana’s neck, hanging on a strap. She’d let it go as she was moving Loretta into position, but now she picked it up again. She fiddled with the controls.

The image on the TV blinked off. The screen went blank for a moment, and then something new appeared. It was video, live action. We were seeing a magnified closeup of two pussies, both noticeably wet, gleaming with moisture. They were pressed tightly together, clit to clit.

Very slowly, Dana backed away. I watched the big screen. Dana gradually eased around until she had a full view of their beautiful naked bodies. After a few seconds, she zoomed in on their faces. Both were looking at her.

“You know what I want next, don’t you?” Dana said. Without waiting for an answer, she told them, “Start kissing, and Loretta, start moving on her, okay? Grinding into her.”

Loretta shivered visibly. Her cheeks were red, forehead beaded with sweat. She was breathing fast. It was easy to see how excited she was.

She turned to Sage, and kissed her gently on the lips. Then she said, “Let’s do this for her, all right? For Dana. It will help with her fashion studies.”

Sage giggled. “Okay.”

They started kissing again, clearly using their tongues this time, and as they kissed, Loretta began to move on top of Sage. It was only a small amount at the onset, a tiny bit of sliding back and forth, rocking her pelvis up and down. I was surprised, though, to see how quickly Loretta accelerated the pace. Within a minute or even less, she was really humping, grinding, thrusting her cunt against her daughter’s as she shoved her tongue into the girl’s mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I heard my mom saying.

She was masturbating again — or maybe still — as she stared at the video image. Her panties were pushed down, dangling around one ankle. Two fingers were pressed deep inside her vagina. It looked to me like she was reaching for her g-spot. With the other hand she rubbed her clit. God, she was so sexy. I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away from her — except I also didn’t want to miss the sight of a mom fucking her daughter!

Faster and faster, Loretta moved on top of Sage. They were kissing only occasionally now, mostly panting and gasping as they gazed into one another’s eyes. Sage had her legs wrapped around her mother, ankles crossed over her butt, pulling their pussies even more tightly together.

I massaged my swollen clit, pinching it between two fingers. I was almost ready to come — but I tried to hold back because I was dying to see what would happen next!

This was a new experience for me. Never before had I watched a mom and a daughter have sex with each other when they hadn’t previously done anything similar. It was unbelievably exciting. It was like seeing history take place. It was their first time, and it was my first time seeing a first time. I knew the two of them would never forget this night, and I certainly wouldn’t either.

Loretta was rocking like crazy at this point, nearly out of control. Her face was dripping with sweat. Between gasps, she managed to hiss, “Honey, I — I’m gonna — I’m gonna — come on you!”

And then she did. The woman shuddered on top of her daughter — quaking, straining, groaning as powerful orgasmic spasms rippled through her body.

I came too, and I didn’t see anything else for a minute or so because my eyes were squeezed shut. I could still hear, though. I heard my mom climaxing again, and I heard Kate reach orgasm too. I don’t think Sage came, but maybe she did. It was hard to tell with everything else going on.

When I finished coming and was able to open my eyes again, I saw Sage and Loretta still on the sofa, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing deeply. I saw Dana on her hands and knees on the floor, shorts and panties pushed down. The digital camera was lying near her, unattended. She had a hand clasped between her legs. It looked like she was in the middle of her own orgasm.

I saw my sister Kate slumped in the chair, sucking on a finger that I’m sure she’d just been using to fuck herself. As I watched, Kate motioned to Chelsea. Our adopted little sister went to her, smiling cheerfully. They kissed, and after whispering to the girl for a moment, Kate started wriggling in the chair, trying to push her shorts and panties down. Chelsea helped her take them all the way off. Then the child knelt between my sister’s legs and began licking her pussy.

My mother got to her feet. She lifted her light summer dress over her head and off, then quickly undid her bra and dropped it into the chair on top of the dress. She was nude.

“Molly, honey, come here,” she said.

My other little sister got up and went to our mom.

After giving Molly a kiss on the lips, Mommy said, “I want you to lick me, sweetie, while I talk to Miss Loretta. Will you do that?”

“Sure, Mommy.”

“Just, uh, get down on your knees, right here, okay?”

Molly did as she was asked. Our mother, standing with her feet spread wide apart, held the little blonde girl’s head in her hands, smiled lovingly down at her, then pulled her pretty face into her crotch. Molly began kissing and licking.

Hearing the conversation, Sage and Loretta had looked up. They saw my little sister eating Mommy’s pussy. They also saw Chelsea licking Kate. Underage lesbian sex and incest was taking place all around them. They both smiled.

My mom said, “Loretta, I’d really like you to experience something else now.”

The older woman’s eyebrows went up. “You would? Well, I suppose I’m ready for just about anything.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” Mommy beckoned to me. As I came closer, she said to Sage and Loretta, “Both of you, would you mind sitting here on the floor beside each other? Lean back against the sofa, and get comfortable, all right?”

While they were getting arranged that way, my mom swiveled her head toward Dana. The tiny blonde had just finished recovering from a long self-induced orgasm and was slowly getting to her feet. She’d taken off her shirt and was completely nude.

“Dana, darling, come here,” Mommy said.

It was amazing to me that my mother could manage to give all these instructions while at the same time having her pussy eaten. I knew very well how it felt to have a warm little tongue bathing your clit, fingers probing inside you — and I also knew that I could barely think, let alone speak, while that was happening to me, yet somehow she was able.

“Loretta, you told us you had sex with a girl for the first time when you were in college, is that right?” my mom asked.

“Yes,” the woman answered, a slightly puzzled look on her face.

“And you’ve had sex with other women since then. But may I ask, what age was the youngest girl whose pussy you ate?”

“What age? Oh, uh, I don’t know… my age then, I guess. College age, maybe 19 or 20?”

“That’s what I thought,” Mommy smiled. “So you’ve never had the chance to lick the pussy of a much younger girl, say, someone around 12 years old, like my daughter Julie here…”

So that’s where this was going! My mom was introducing Loretta to the joys of lesbian pedophilia!

The 40-something woman looked up at me, her eyes wide. She licked her lips.

My mother caressed my cheek. “Would you like to taste this girl?” she asked Loretta. “I can tell you from personal experience that her pussy is extremely delicious.”

“I…” Loretta cleared her throat, then nodded. “Yes, I think I would.”

So, I climbed onto the sofa, kneeling and facing the back, my crotch over Loretta’s face. Dana was told to take the same position over Sage’s face. And then they began to eat us.

It took me a while to come. Loretta wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, I’m sorry to say — the best at pussy-licking I mean — and I was also feeling kind of nervous for some reason. But after a few minutes I was able to relax and get into it. Soon that wonderful pulsing, throbbing, humming joy came swirling up from inside me and I climaxed in her mouth.

Dana had come earlier than me, in Sage’s mouth. When she finished and climbed off, my mother replaced her, riding the teenager’s face. Meanwhile, Dana got down between Sage’s legs and started eating her.

I wasn’t sure how or when it had been arranged, but as I moved away when my climax was done, I found Kate waiting right behind me. She mounted Loretta’s face, giving the woman a chance to lick the pussy of a girl who was almost but not quite 11 years old.

That still wouldn’t be the youngest for Loretta, of course. After Kate, she had Molly, and then Chelsea, an 8-year-old and a 7-year-old. It was a feast of underage pussy.

We went all around that evening, everyone getting an opportunity to lick everyone else, and to be licked by each of the girls and the women. No one missed out. Probably the highlight was when we saw Sage sitting on her mom’s face and then coming in her mouth. When she finished, the teenager turned around and they went into a 69, licking each other, climaxing at the same time. That was awesome.

* * *

Loretta and Sage spent the night with us again. Unfortunately, however, they had to leave for home fairly early the next day.

We stood outside our cabin, saying goodbye. There was a bit of a chill in the air, as it was not yet 9:00 AM, but that was more than made up for by the warm feelings we had for each other. Sage squeezed Kate and me at the same time, pulling us close, a pair of skinny pre-teens wrapped tightly in the arms of a curvy 15-year-old.

“Thanks, you guys,” she whispered. Glancing up, I saw tears welling in her eyes. “You guys don’t know how much…” Her voice caught. She swallowed hard. “Anyway, I mean, just thanks!”

She gave me a long kiss on the lips, and kissed Katie the same way. As our embrace ended, I overheard Loretta saying something to Molly and Chelsea, who were receiving a similar enthusiastic hug from the tall brunette.

“Little girls,” the woman murmured, “I never knew before how wonderful it could be… I just hope you won’t be my last. Anyway, take care, you kids, and keep loving your mommy!”

“We will,” they replied, almost in unison. Loretta kissed them each on the mouth.

Our mother was giving Sage a hug now. She kissed her, then winked at Loretta as she said to the teen, “I hope you will keep loving your mom too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I will,” Sage chuckled. “I’m pretty sure about that.”

When our mother pulled away, Loretta took her daughter’s hand. She laid her other hand softly on the girl’s cheek, then kissed her lips, opening her mouth, using her tongue. This was about the farthest thing possible from a chaste maternal kiss. It was completely obvious the two were lesbian lovers and likely would stay that way for a long time to come.

Finishing the erotic kiss, Loretta smiled at Dana. “Good luck with your studies at the fashion institute, pretty girl. I hope all those photos you took of us will be helpful.”

“Oh, they will,” Dana laughed. She and Loretta shared a tight hug and kiss, then she and Sage did the same. At last, everyone was done saying goodbye. We watched as the pair walked away toward their cabin, mother and daughter holding hands. They turned and gave us a final wave before disappearing into the trees.

* * *

Our vacation was nearing an end too. We had only one more day and night: Friday, July 23rd, Kate’s 11th birthday.

Mommy made sure that would be a memorable time for my sister, and for all of us. During the day we each agreed to do whatever Kate wanted, serving her, catering to her every wish. A lot of that was sexual stuff, naturally, but there were other things too, like fetching her favorite foods for her, or going on a long hike that she especially wanted to take.

Late in the day, we took showers and put on nice clothes and then drove for about an hour to the closest real city. We had dinner there in a pretty good restaurant — a refreshing change from that place by the lake, which we’d all grown tired of — before returning to the cabin where we enjoyed cake and ice cream and Kate opened her presents.

She got a tennis racket from Molly, a couple of cute t-shirts from Chelsea, and from Dana a digital camera. That last one was quite a surprise, and Kate was thrilled with it. I gave her some music CDs and a new video game I thought she might like.

Mommy’s gifts, though, were the really amazing ones. First, she handed my sister a printed piece of paper. I had no idea what it was, but as soon as Katie read it, she exclaimed, “Oh my god, really?!!” and then leaped into our mother’s arms, hugging her and kissing her.

It turned out that Kate had been enrolled in a junior basketball camp for girls, run by several star players in the WNBA. That was a total dream come true for her. She would travel to Kentucky late in August and spend a whole week there, improving her skills on the court during the day, staying in a dorm with other girls at night. I’d never seen my sister so overwhelmed or so excited. She couldn’t stop hugging our mom or asking if it was really true.

The final gift — after Kate had finally calmed down a bit and was able to move on to something else — came in a long square box wrapped in pink foil. She opened it and discovered… a vibrator!

Ever since we’d spent an amazing evening with Carla at her townhouse and Kate had been allowed to use a vibrator for the first time, she’d been begging for one of her own. Mommy kept telling her maybe someday, when you’re older, but I guess she’d finally decided that 11 was old enough.

Of course we all had to give the new vibrator a try. Kate went first and had a massive screaming orgasm. I got to go next. It made me come, and it felt great, obviously, but I’m kind of like my mom — I really prefer tongues or fingers instead of toys. The little girls were given a chance to try it too, not on the inside, though, only on the outside. Chelsea wasn’t able to come with it, but Molly did, pretty quickly. Dana went next and then Mommy last. Both had strong, wet orgasms.

After that we passed the vibrator around to whoever wanted it while also licking and fingering and kissing. We spent the last night of our vacation in the cabin by the lake having sex with each other, two women and four girls. Don’t I have the best life ever?

Continue on to Chapter 92

As our mother was frying sausages in the morning, and I was flipping french toast, Molly came into the kitchen.

“Mommy, can we go horseback riding today?” she asked.

“Again?” My mom comically rubbed her sore backside, sending me a wink. “Well, I suppose, if you really want to. Does Chelsea want to go, too?”

“Uh-huh.”

So, after a late breakfast (we’d all slept in), the three adults and two younger girls went out on horses for the day, taking along a picnic lunch. Sage and Kate and I stayed behind at the cabin, and you’ll never guess what happened. Or maybe you will.

Around noon, Shepard and Rachel came strolling along the shore, eying the canoes. We were sitting outside in lawn chairs, drinking Cokes and eating chips. Kate had her frisbee and we’d played with it a little bit, but mostly Sage and I just wanted to sit and talk. That was all I really felt like doing at the time — until I saw those other girls, that is — then I wanted to go pick blackberries, ha-ha!

Kate ran down and got them, bringing Rachel and Shepard up to meet Sage. I wondered what they might think about that. They’d been noticeably bothered a couple of days earlier when I was introduced to the mix. Now they were being asked to include a much older girl, a teenager, practically a grownup!

But it seemed like they were prepared to go along with it, no problem. Maybe it was because we’d all enjoyed the kissing so much the other day and they were ready for anything.

We took two canoes this time, Sage and I in one, the younger girls in the other. Kate led the way, of course. We paddled slowly across the lake to the familiar sheltered inlet and tethered the canoes, then hiked up the narrow path.

Kate took us a little farther, going beyond the sunny area with the big boulders and deeper into the woods. Finally we came to a spot higher up that was partially shaded by trees but offered an even better view of the lake and the mountains beyond. It was really beautiful.

“This is awesome,” I said to my sister. “How did you know about this place?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, we just found it that first day when we hiked up here. The blackberries are over there,” she pointed, “do you want some?”

“Not now,” I grinned. “Maybe later. Right now I want to kiss Shepard.”

The skinny, freckled, soon-to-be sixth grader returned my grin and stepped toward me. I saw Sage’s eyebrows go up. Kate and I hadn’t told her yet about our sexy adventures with these girls — but she was soon to find out.

Shepard and I kissed and groped and humped for a few minutes while the others watched, and then Kate and Rachel did the same. When they finished, giggling and wiping their mouths, we all turned to look at Sage.

“Who do you want to kiss?” Kate asked her.

The older girl stood rooted in place, her eyes flitting between us. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. Finally she licked her lips, then swallowed, nodding toward Shepard. “Um, her, I guess.”

We spent the next hour or so kissing each other, everyone getting a chance with everyone else. It got pretty hot at times, especially where Shepard was concerned. That girl loved humping, eagerly riding my leg while we kissed. The third time she got together with Sage, I thought she might even come, grinding on her as hard as she was. But I don’t think she really did.

After a while we took a little break, walking down the slope a short way to the blackberry bushes, enjoying the sweet treats. Then we were ready for more kissing.

Except now Sage had some other ideas. “You want to see my boobs?” she asked Shepard.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. And can I see yours too?”

“Well, but, I don’t really have any, I mean, practically nothing, not like…” she nodded at Sage’s ample chest.

“That’s okay. I just want to see ‘em anyway. Let’s take off our shirts, all right?”

Shepard shrugged. “Okay.”

And so we all pulled off our t-shirts. Sage was the only one wearing a bra. She removed it and dropped it on top of her shirt.

We stood looking at each other. I’d already seen Sage and Kate, of course, so I was mostly interested in checking out the other two girls. Rachel had very nice little buds with puffy pink nipples, while Shepard was nearly flat-chested, only the merest swelling beneath her small nipples. She seemed sort of embarrassed about it, a change from her normally outgoing demeanor.

I smiled at her. “You know what? I really like girls who look like you, who have almost nothing there. It turns me on. I like little girls.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Julie’s a perv,” Kate chuckled. “She loves little girls who have no boobs at all and no pussy hair or anything like that.”

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I felt myself blushing. But I was willing to be honest about it.

I winked at Kate, then nodded at Shepard and Rachel. “That’s true, I do. I like little girls a lot. I like older girls too, though, like you guys.” Turning to Sage, I added, “And teenagers. I really like hot teenage girls, and sexy women.”

“Only women, though, and girls?” Rachel asked.

“Uh-huh,” I told her. “I’m a lesbian.”

“Wow,” the girl frowned. “How do you know?”

I shrugged. “Well, I get really excited whenever I look at a pretty girl, like you. And when I, you know, when I have fantasies and stuff, when I masturbate, it’s always girls or women I think about, never boys. I’m a lesbian.”

Shepard said, “I think I am too.”

“I know I am,” pronounced Kate.

Rachel didn’t make any comment.

Sage didn’t either at first, but after pondering a moment she told us, “I don’t know, I… I like girls, but I think I like boys too. I guess maybe I’m, you know, bisexual or something.”

Everyone appeared to think that was fine, but now no one seemed to know what to do next. We just stood there staring at each other, at our exposed chests.

Finally Sage grinned at Shepard. “Do you want to touch my boobs?”

“Can I?”

“Sure.” She crooked her finger at the younger girl. “Come here.”

Shepard approached Sage, who took both hands in hers and placed them over her breasts.

“Wow,” sighed Shepard, lightly squeezing.

“Do you like ‘em?”

“Uh-huh, I do. They’re nice.”

“Can I touch yours?”

“You want to?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay.”

Sage touched the girl’s essentially non-existent breasts, really just fingering her nipples. Shepard seemed to enjoy it very much, though, closing her eyes, leaning her head back, sighing.

After a little more of this, Sage asked, “Do you want to put your hand inside my pants?”

“What?”

“It’s okay. You can, if you want to.”

“Really?”

“Sure.”

Sage unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of her purple hipster panties, she pulled the material away from her tummy, providing an opening. “It’s okay, go on.”

Shepard’s eyes were wide. She studied Sage’s face for a moment, then dropped her gaze down lower. Tentatively she brought one hand forward, slipping it ever so slowly inside the teenager’s undies.

Rachel, Kate, and I all moved in close, not wanting to miss this.

We saw the girl’s hand slide in farther, deeper… until suddenly she looked up at Sage. “You don’t have any hair.”

Sage smiled, shaking her head. “No, I always shave. I just cleaned it up this morning. I used Julie’s razor.”

Shepard seemed a bit puzzled by the last part of that remark. Why would she use my razor? But she didn’t ask anything else. She looked again at her hand inside Sage’s panties, sliding it up and down a little bit.

“It’s nice,” she said. “It feels smooth. And warm.”

“Uh-huh,” nodded the older girl.

Opening her own shorts, Kate said. “You wanna touch mine, Shepard? Do me next!”

We all got turns then, everyone opening their shorts or their jeans, girls putting their hands inside each other’s panties, feeling their pussies. Everyone touched everyone else.

Neither Rachel nor Shepard had any hair at all that I could detect. Sage and I were both shaved, of course. Kate hadn’t started shaving yet and had a sparse amount of light brown hair. You couldn’t really feel it, though, but if you looked closely you could see it.

No one looked really closely that day, however. We contented ourselves with simply touching. And it wasn’t exactly sexual either. It was more like exploratory, educational, learning what another girl’s pussy feels like, how we’re all slightly different.

That’s not to say we weren’t feeling aroused. I certainly was, and I’m pretty sure the others were too, but we never went beyond just basic touching. It seemed to me that the other girls, Shepard and Rachel, perhaps weren’t ready for anything more than that yet. But maybe they would be later, I hoped.

It turned out, though, that we never saw them again.

After we finished our finger-led examination of each other’s pussies — the outsides, that is, not the insides — we did some more kissing for a while, but then decided it was time to head back. By then it was almost 3:00, and none of us had had any lunch so we were getting kind of hungry. Plus I figured Mommy and the others might be finished horseback riding and would be wondering where we were.

When we arrived back at the dock in our two canoes, sure enough, everyone was there waiting for us, the adults sitting in lawn chairs, Molly and Chelsea climbing trees. We hadn’t bothered with life jackets this time, but fortunately Mommy didn’t say anything about it.

Rachel and Shepard said goodbye to us, waved to our mom, and then started off toward their own cabins. That was the last we saw of them. Maybe their families went home the next day or something, I don’t know. But I’ve often pondered over the years how those girls may have turned out, and wondered whether they ever thought about us. I’ll bet they’ve never forgotten that afternoon of feeling pussies — I know I never will!

* * *

We did something different that night. First we had dinner at the restaurant with Sage and Loretta, which wasn’t too unusual, but then after we all came back to the cabin together, our mother went upstairs and brought down the bag in which she kept her laptop. She unzipped a pocket on the side and took out a cable, about ten feet long. One end she attached to the back of the big screen TV and the other she hooked up to Dana’s camera.

Us kids already knew about the camera, of course. A few days after Dana began her studies at the fashion institute, Mommy bought it for her. It was a really nice model, digital, with a lot of pixels or something. It could shoot not only photos but videos as well. Dana was supposed to carry it with her wherever she went, taking pictures of anyone dressed in what she felt was an appealing style. The students each would show their favorites in class, and compare and discuss them.

What we hadn’t realized, though, was that you could view the photos on a TV screen. That was awesome! We started by looking at the pictures she’d taken that day on their horseback ride. Some of them were funny, and a few were out of focus, but several were really beautiful. Dana had a sharp eye for composition. Even I could see that right away.

After finishing our review of those photos, we went on to another set. These were of our mom. I hadn’t seen them before. The first few shots were candid, I guess you’d say. They were taken in our mother’s bedroom at home, mostly of her laughing as Dana took surprise shots of her. In some she was getting dressed, in others putting on makeup or doing her hair, and in some she’d just finished a shower and was wearing only a towel.

The shots got sexier as we went along. Dana had obviously urged Mommy to strike a few provocative poses for her, and our mother had agreed. She leered at the camera, turning around and raising the towel to show her beautiful bottom. Then she gradually let us see her breasts, lowering the bath towel bit by bit until her erect nipples were revealed. Oh my god, it was so hot!

Even though I’d seen my mom naked countless times and often made love to her, these photos were incredibly exciting to me. It was almost as if I was seeing her for the very first time. Watching her flirt with the camera, seducing her audience, made me jittery with lust. I could barely sit still. I badly wanted to fuck that sexy woman on the TV screen — and I don’t think I was the only one feeling that way!

I noticed Sage, seated beside me on the sofa, squirming and squeezing her legs together. Kate was on the floor near my feet, sitting cross-legged, and I could see that she had a fist at her crotch, pressing and grinding through her shorts. Loretta was on the other side of Sage, and while she didn’t appear to be stimulating herself in any way, her eyes were wide, her face turning red. She seemed to be breathing hard and I saw her lick her lips as she stared at the erotic images.

Again, it was interesting to me that although Loretta had already had sex with my mom, just the night before, these photos were turning her on too. She’d seen my mother naked, presumably had seen her pussy up close and everything, but it was somehow different to view her like this, arousing in a whole new way.

Anyhow, I was so worked up by then that I was about to jump off the sofa and attack my mom, but it’s probably a good thing I didn’t — because it turned out that Dana and Mommy had a plan in mind.

“I guess these are pretty good,” Dana said, “but I really need more practice. Would some of you guys like to pose for me, just for fun?”

“I would!” Kate replied immediately.

“Me too,” added Molly with Chelsea echoing, “Me too!”

But Dana looked directly at Sage. “You know what? I really like your style, your fashion sense.”

“Mine?” The teenager looked surprised.

Frankly, I was too. Sage’s ‘fashion sense’ seemed to me not very imaginative, restricted as it was to various shades of black. Most of her clothes were bulky and loose-fitting. It certainly wasn’t a style that appealed to me at all. Apparently, though, Dana wasn’t referring simply to her clothing.

“Uh-huh,” the blonde nodded. “I like the way you wear your hair, and the piercing in your eyebrow, it’s perfect for you. Is it all right if I take a few shots of you?”

“Oh, um, yeah, I guess,” Sage mumbled, “if you want to.”

“Good. So, stand up, and come over here.”

Dana directed Sage to pose near the foot of the stairs, in front of the railing. The long cable that ran from the camera to the TV was still attached. And as Dana began taking photos, a moment later they would show up on the screen — so cool!

We watched as she guided the reluctant teen to smile for her, or lick her lips, or hold her chin in a certain alluring way. And as my gaze went back and forth from the actual scene in the room to the images appearing on the TV, I was amazed at the difference. The girl who often seemed awkward, even clumsy, was somehow transformed. Dana’s patient coaching and cleverness with the camera was letting us see an entirely new Sage, a bold, confident, attractive young woman.

Dana stopped after a couple of minutes. “Let’s take a look at these, and you can tell me what you think.”

She did something with the camera as she turned toward the TV, evidently selecting a group of images, because then we started seeing all the shots she’d just finished taking. Dana scrolled through them, pausing at the some of the better ones.

“Wow,” said Sage. “I can’t believe that’s me.”

“You’re beautiful, honey,” Loretta told her daughter. They were side by side on the sofa again, holding hands.

“Those really are great,” I said to Dana. “You’re a totally awesome photographer.”

“Oh, thanks, but you know, it’s really not me… it’s the model. Sage is hot.”

“You’re right, she is,” I grinned at the girl, giving her a flirtatious wink. She giggled.

“Okay,” Dana said to her, “now I want to shoot your tattoos, all right? Take off your shirt for me.”

“My shirt?”

“Uh-huh, go on.”

“Um, do you want me to, like, stand somewhere?”

“No, just stay where you are, on the sofa, that’s fine. But take off your shirt.”

“Well… all right.”

So Sage pulled her big black long-sleeved AC/DC t-shirt over her head and off, handing it to Loretta. Underneath, she wore a black satin bra. Kate and I had seen the bra earlier that day, of course, up in the woods. Not to mention we’d seen her boobs. Sage hadn’t seemed very shy about anything then, but now it was different — maybe because her mom was there, or because the little girls were watching, or perhaps it was the presence of the camera.

In any case, Dana really had to coax her to cooperate. Sage kept trying to cover up her chest with her arms and often ducked her head nervously. Finally, Dana suggested that instead of looking into the lens, she should watch the TV. And that made all the difference. Now it was if she was seeing someone else, and we were seeing someone else too.

When Sage got a look at the girl on the screen and saw how truly enticing those images were, she relaxed and gave herself to the experience. She became a glamour model, moving with ease, displaying her body rather than hiding it, working with the photographer. Now she was doing what my mom had done in the shots we’d seen earlier, flirting with the camera, seducing her audience.

“Oh, that’s great, awesome, so hot,” Dana told her, “you’re a natural, you’re amazing.”

The more Sage heard of this praise, and the more she took in the sight of her alluring face and figure, the more readily she adopted sexy poses, cupping her large breasts in her hands, squeezing them through her bra, sucking a finger into her mouth, licking her lips.

But then she was given a new challenge.

“Okay, so, take off your jeans,” said Dana. “Or wait, no — Loretta, you take them off for her.”

“What?” both said together.

“Go on,” Dana urged, “it’ll be cool. Come on, Loretta, you’re gorgeous, and so is Sage. I really want to get some shots of the two of you together.”

Up until then, Loretta had been tucked in a corner of the sofa with her legs curled under her, watching closely as her daughter posed, but leaning away from the camera, staying out of the shots. Now, however, she was being asked to take part, to put herself inside the erotic images.

The woman hesitated, a frown on her face. It was as if we could see her thinking, her brain working. I’m not sure what finally made up her mind, but after several moments of apparently anxious deliberation, she took a deep breath and said, “All right.”

As Dana clicked photos, Loretta unbuttoned and unzipped her daughter’s black jeans. She tugged them over the girl’s wide hips, then down her legs and off, dropping the jeans to the floor. I don’t know whether Loretta noticed it right away, but from where I was standing I could clearly see a dark wet spot in the center of Sage’s purple panties.

“You take off your shirt too,” Dana instructed Loretta.

“But, I…” the brunette blinked, looking startled.

“Come on, do it for me. It’ll help with my fashion photography, you know?”

That made the older woman laugh. “Yeah, right. But okay, I guess I’ll go along.”

Loretta was wearing a patterned blue and white cotton blouse, short-sleeved. When she raised her hands to begin opening the buttons, Dana stopped her.

“Wait — Sage, you do it. You take off her blouse.”

The girl giggled, but didn’t hesitate. “Okay.”

Now we got to see images on the TV screen of a curvy teenager, wearing only panties and a bra, opening and removing a woman’s blouse, and soon after that, her jeans. Mother and daughter both were barefoot, now clad only in their intimates. Loretta’s bra and panties were a matched set, yellow and white, trimmed with lace. They set off her dark tan, making her fit body look incredibly desirable.

“Move together…” Dana motioned to them. “Uh, Sage, get on your hands and knees, facing away, and Loretta, I want you to examine her tattoo. Look at it closely, okay?”

“Well, all right.”

They assumed the position. Dana moved in for a tight shot as Loretta traced the pattern of the curlicue tattoo with manicured fingernails.

“Kiss it,” said Dana.

“What?”

“Don’t argue,” she told Loretta. “Just do as I say.”

Shaking her head, but still ‘going along’, the brunette lowered her lips to the tattoo just above her daughter’s buttocks, and softly kissed it.

“Now lick it.”

A few second’s hesitation, but then a quick nod, and Loretta licked the girl’s skin. We heard Sage start to giggle, which soon turned to a sigh, and then to a moan of pleasure as her mother continued licking and kissing her. The woman’s hands were on Sage’s hips, but as we watched they moved to her bottom, caressing and lightly squeezing.

“Kiss her butt too.”

“I —”

“Don’t argue.”

“All right.”

As Loretta complied, ostensibly against her will but also doing so with obvious excitement, smiling and breathing harder, her cheeks growing flushed, Dana said, “Just keep doing it. I’m going to slide around for some other angles.”

I’d been watching the action on the sofa, but now I turned to look at the TV screen again. It was fascinating to me the way Dana would frame her shots, often moving in close, isolating the curve of a limb, the tempting cleavage between Sage’s breasts, or the girl’s full, pouty lips. So erotic. She also got some very close images of Loretta’s mouth kissing those purple hipster panties and of the woman’s tongue licking the tattoo again.

Then Dana stepped to the other end of the pair, and for the first time we got to see some nice shots of Loretta’s lovely bottom, her smooth shapely thighs. It was incredibly hot. It made me want to touch myself.

I glanced at my mom. She was sitting in a chair, able to see both the sofa and the TV. My mother’s summer dress was pulled up, her legs spread wide, a hand inside her panties. She was masturbating. I’d been so intent on observing the photography, I had no idea how long my mom had been doing that or when she’d started. Then I looked at Kate. She was in the other chair, not watching the TV at all, but staring at Sage and Loretta. Her shorts were open, her fingers inside, playing with her pussy.

Molly and Chelsea were on the floor, at the end of the sofa near Sage. They were looking back and forth between the TV and the live action, eyes wide.

On the screen, I saw a tight closeup shot of Loretta’s bottom, her snug-fitting white and yellow panties, the gap between her slim thighs, the tempting bulge of her labia through the thin material.

“Put your hand down here,” Dana instructed.

“What?”

“Just do as I say.”

Loretta didn’t argue. She knew better by now. I looked at the sofa and watched her reach a hand down between her legs. Turning to the TV, I saw an image appear of her fingers caressing herself through her panties. And then, incredibly, a swift sequence flashed onto the screen, one erotic image after another. I saw two fingers pressing in, pushing on the fabric — next shot, pushing deeper, finding the opening to her vagina — next shot, fingers almost disappearing inside — next shot, fingers pulled out a bit — last shot, hand higher up now, near her clit, a juicy wet stain clearly visible on the panties.

That was enough for me. I opened my shorts and shoved a hand inside, feeling myself. I was completely soaked, warm and creamy and slippery. After fondling my swollen clit for a moment, I pulled my hand out and brought the wet fingers to my mouth, rubbing them on my lips, licking them, tasting my sex. I squeezed my thighs together, shivering with arousal, then made a decision. I wanted to be nude.

I quickly shimmied out of my shorts and panties before lifting my t-shirt over my head, tossing it away. I wasn’t wearing a bra, of course, so now I was totally bare. It felt daring and sexy. I loved it.

As I started to masturbate again, I heard a voice. “Sage, turn over now,” Dana said.

It was time for the next step.

Continue on to Chapter 91