Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Jojo Starr

Two more weeks went by and Daria had several more dreams about Miley. Each time, she knew very clearly who she was with, and it excited her beyond belief. The dreams got progressively more intense as gentle kissing soon progressed to full-on making out. Daria put her hands on her sister’s body in the dreams, which brought her to even newer and more thrilling heights. Sometimes she woke up panting in a sweat, completely flushed and thoroughly aroused, but most of the time she came in her sleep, waking up in the blissful afterglow of her orgasm.

Daria had never felt such thrilling and wonderful sensations in her whole life, but as soon as she was fully awake, she always felt terribly guilty about her dreams. She couldn’t quite reconcile the fact that she felt this way while thinking about her sister, and it drove her crazy.

Every time she woke up she would look across the room at the soft, sleeping form of her little sister, that perfect, wonderful person who she cared about more than anyone else, and she would feel terrible. Miley didn’t deserve this, she thought. She didn’t deserve an older sister who thought about her that way.

Daria couldn’t stop herself from wondering what would happen if Miley ever found out about her dreams. Would she hate her? Never talk to her again? Daria couldn’t bear the thought.

But still, the dreams persisted, so much so that they were beginning to affect Daria’s waking thoughts. Every now and then, Daria would catch herself looking at her sister and feel something wonderful stirring deep inside her, just like she felt in her dreams. It was so conflicting for her. She knew it was wrong to feel those things, but they made her feel so wonderful inside and a part of her didn’t want them to go away.

Lately, she was afraid that part of her was growing stronger and stronger. It was getting to the point where she was getting ready for bed and actually began to wish for the dreams to come back that night. There was simply nothing like them.

Besides, they were getting better and better and she was growing excited to do more with her sister in her dreams. She wanted it to progress beyond kissing and touching – just to see what else they might do.

And then, one night, she got her wish.

She was in the house – in the living room – and got that familiar tingly feeling and swimming sensation in her stomach. Somehow, she knew Miley was nearby. She went to Miley’s room and opened the door. Her heart pounded as she saw her sister and Miley grinned widely, happy to see her.

She felt herself flush with arousal from head to toe and somehow knew Miley was feeling it too. Miley stood up and they started walking towards each other, feeling their arousal increase with each step. Daria wanted her so bad, her entire body ached.

Then, suddenly, they were embracing and kissing passionately. Daria felt a fire burning in her belly, hot and growing hotter by the second. She felt her sister’s body pressing tight against her and felt her sex ache with need.

Their kissing grew heavier and their hands began to roam over each other’s bodies. Daria felt the ache throbbing and growing stronger. Suddenly an instinct took over and she began grinding her hips into her sister’s to try and alleviate the ache. The knowledge that she was pushing and grinding her private parts against her sister thrilled her. It only increased her passion and she began to grind harder.

Miley took her in her arms and pulled her back onto the bed. Daria found herself on top of her sister, her body pressing tightly into her sister. She ground her hips again and Miley began pulling her tighter against her. Daria felt her passion rise higher than ever before and she knew she had to keep grinding.

Her sister’s body felt so exquisite, so soft and delicate beneath her, it was giving her everything she needed. She began to pump her hips hard and tight against Miley’s body and the feeling was so incredible she began to groan out loud.

Everything was hot and intense and Daria knew she was going to have an orgasm – an incredibly powerful one. She was in her sister’s arms and Miley wanted her there.

She thrust and ground, and suddenly her body erupted in the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. She kept thrusting and pumping into her sister and then the unthinkable happened – she had another orgasm on TOP of the first one! It was beyond anything she’d ever felt.

She kept humping and thrusting, and suddenly a THIRD orgasm wracked her body. She was panting hot and heavy, barely believing what was happening to her. It was all due to her incredibly beautiful, amazing little sister and she found herself crying out her name over and over.

When she woke up, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and she was panting hotter and heavier than she ever had before. She also felt an exquisite bliss enveloping her entire body that put her in such a calming state, she didn’t care about anything right then. Not feeling guilty, not worrying about her desires, just bliss.

***

What Daria was completely unaware of was that Miley was awake. In fact, Miley had woken up a few times in the past to the sounds of heavy panting from her sister. At first she was worried, but it wasn’t long before she figured out what was happening to her sister. She was having an erotic dream. It was the only explanation.

Miley began to wonder if Daria had a boyfriend at school, or if there was someone she liked that she wasn’t telling her about. It was a little weird to hear her sister panting so heavily, but she knew Daria was asleep and didn’t want to disturb her or embarrass her sister by waking her up.

In fact, there was a small part of Miley that was a little jealous. It seemed that whatever was happening to Daria, she was really enjoying it and Miley wondered what it felt like. Daria almost always woke up afterwards, though, and Miley did her best to pretend she was still sleeping. Usually Daria fell right back asleep, but other times she seemed to stay awake, tossing and turning.

Those nights were frustrating for Miley because she couldn’t sleep either. She just lay awake wondering what Daria had just experienced and what had led to it.

But tonight was different, very, very different. Miley woke up to the sounds of her sister panting heavily and knew it was happening again. She started to listen carefully for any clues of what Daria’s dreams might be about. She couldn’t help herself feeling curious. It just seemed so powerful and intense, whatever it was Daria was feeling.

But tonight, Daria was making more sounds than heavy breathing. As Miley listened, she started to hear the sounds of sheets rustling in a kind of rhythmic pattern. After a few seconds, the rustling got louder and the rhythm started to get heavier and faster. Daria was very clearly moving her body around in some kind of thrusting or humping manner.

Miley was shocked by this at first, and then her heart started to pound. She realized she was eavesdropping on something very personal. Maybe her sister was actually… having sex in her dream! The thought was strange, but kind of thrilling for Miley. She had never had sex before, but had heard about it and was mildly curious about it. And now, from what she was hearing from her sister, it sounded pretty intense!

Miley continued to listen and could now hear Daria making little squealing and grunting noises. If this wasn’t sex, Miley didn’t know what it was. Her heart pounded faster and her body started to tingle all over. This was more thrilling than she thought!

The sheets were rustling heavier and Daria was clearly thrusting her hips more rapidly, against the bed or the sheets or something nearby. And then Miley started to hear sounds like, “Oh! Oh God!” Miley’s eyes opened wide and her heart pounded even faster. Was Daria about to… climax?? The thought was terribly thrilling for Miley. She knew this was something she shouldn’t be hearing, but she couldn’t stop herself. It sounded too exciting.

She strained her ears and could hear more grunting and panting. Then Daria started mewling something soft and inaudible. Miley strained her ears and listened harder. Then, gradually, the sounds got louder: “Oh… Oh God… Muh… Muh… Miley! Oh God, Miley! UNNGH! NNNFFF! UHHNNNFF!” And then silence.

Miley lay completely still with her eyes open wide. There was no mistaking what she heard. It was loud and clear as day. Daria, her own sister, had called out her name during what was very clearly an erotic dream, and even more shocking – at the climax!

What did that mean?? Miley wracked her mind for anything other than the obvious explanation. But no matter how hard she tried, she could only come to one conclusion – that Daria had an erotic dream about her. Somehow, on some level, Daria was sexually attracted to her.

The thought made her queasy and her heart pounded in shock. This most definitely wasn’t normal. But, was it… wrong? The more Miley thought about it, the more she realized it was only a dream. Daria hadn’t ever done anything that remotely suggested she was attracted to her in real life, so really she hadn’t done anything wrong. These dreams were all in her subconscious, so she really couldn’t control them anyway.

What if she hated these dreams? What if she felt awful about them? Miley suddenly started to feel tremendous sympathy for her sister. Come to think of it, Daria had been acting a little strangely around her lately, and was quieter than usual. Maybe these dreams were really getting to her and she really felt terrible about them. Miley suddenly wished there was something she could do to help her sister.

But there was something else, too, something beyond all that. The longer Miley stayed awake and the more she kept thinking, she couldn’t help but replay the sounds she heard her sister making during her dream. They had ignited something in Miley – a curiosity, yes, but also something more.

Miley felt strange about admitting it to herself, but somehow it was absolutely thrilling listening to her sister make those sounds. They were so primal and uninhibited, so raw and direct, so… pure. There was no concealing, no subduing, no beating around the bush. That was what Daria sounded like when she was incredibly aroused and in the throes of orgasm. And it was strangely exciting to hear. It was almost… well, it was… kind of beautiful.

Miley knew she shouldn’t be thinking things like that, but she couldn’t help herself. Besides, they were her own private thoughts, and apparently Daria had some pretty dirty private thoughts of her own!

But there was also something else… something Miley felt immediately in the moment, but dismissed and didn’t come back to it until quite a bit later as she lay in bed, running thoughts through her mind. It happened the moment Daria called out her name, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was certainly shocking, yes, but there was something more. What was it? Curiosity? No, it was something more than that… something closer to… flattery? Yes, she almost felt flattered, she realized.

Miley had never given sex much thought, much less considered herself sexually attractive. She simply didn’t think about such things. But here was a case of someone very clearly sexually excited by her, which was strangely thrilling. It was just too bad that person happened to be her sister. Or was it?

Miley had always felt incredibly close to her sister. She loved her more than anything in the world and felt Daria was the one person she knew who truly understood her. She looked up to Daria in so many ways and modelled so much of her life and personality after her. She had always wished she could be just like her sister. Daria was so smart and so beautiful and so dedicated to school and life and anything she put her mind to. She was nothing short of an inspiration to Miley.

And maybe this was part of the reason Miley didn’t feel quite so disgusted or put-off by what she heard, as maybe other girls would if they heard their sisters say that. To Miley, Daria was perfect. And while this was definitely a strange and unexpected development, Miley found it hard to fault her sister too much. The connection between them was simply too strong.

Over the next few days, Miley took it in her stride and treated her sister as if nothing had happened, interacting with her as she always had. She definitely noticed Daria acting a little more strange and distant, but this time she knew why. It frustrated Miley because she hated to see her sister so conflicted. Miley couldn’t imagine what Daria must be going through. It had to be incredibly difficult.

Strangely, Miley began to realize that, rather than freaking her out and creating division between them, that little incident that night had actually caused Miley to feel more even more sympathy and compassion for her sister, bringing them even closer together, at least in her mind.

She felt like she understood Daria better. She knew one of her deepest, most private secrets and truly felt for her. Maybe it was because Daria’s secret was about her and Miley felt strangely flattered by it, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Miley felt closer to her sister than ever before.

***

Miley found herself staring at her sister in the bathroom. She didn’t know how long she had been doing it, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away. Daria was looking in the mirror, getting herself ready. Doing her hair, making herself look pretty. And she did look pretty. Unbelievably so.

Miley thought she looked gorgeous. She loved looking at Daria. It gave her a wonderful, warm feeling inside, a feeling that was only growing warmer by the second.

And then, Daria turned and looked at her. Miley felt a strange jolt of energy rush through her and her body gave a sort of little shudder. They held eye contact and Miley felt that warm feeling growing hotter and hotter.

There was something about the way Daria was looking at her… something different. Something that made Miley’s heart pound and her knees weak. She had never seen Daria look at her this way before… or had she? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that her stomach was tying itself in knots and her heart was pounding faster.

And then, Daria started to move towards her. She was moving almost in slow motion and Miley was fixed on every single little detail of her sister’s body. She was moving so slowly and so fluidly, it had a hypnotizing effect on Miley.

Miley knew she was going to approach her, and her heart pounded like never before. She just knew Daria was going to do something – something that made her even weaker than she already was.

Daria walked right up to her and stood right in front of her – inches away. Miley could feel her sister’s heat, her sister’s energy. It was intoxicating. They had never stood so close before. It was scary, but also terribly exciting.

There was something between them – something Miley felt almost tangibly. It was so strong and powerful she couldn’t move. She was simply frozen in place, staring up into Daria’s eyes… Daria’s beautiful, hypnotic eyes.

And then, suddenly, she felt Daria’s warm, soft hands on hers. Miley felt Daria take her hands into her own as they continued gazing into each other’s eyes. It meant something. Something thrilling. Daria’s heat was radiating against her. Miley could feel it and it warmed her.

Then Daria took Miley’s hands and pulled her to the side. Miley knew Daria was pulling her toward the bed.

Daria lay on the bed and Miley laid down next to her. Somehow, Miley knew what was happening. And she wanted it. More than anything. She wanted Daria to show her, to show her what to do.

Daria moved a hand up and brushed a strand of hair out of Miley’s face, gently tucking it behind her ear. Miley thought it was the most beautiful, sweetest gesture and she felt her heart pound even faster. They were getting closer, Miley could feel it. They were right in front of each other, inches apart, looking into each other’s eyes. Miley looked down at her sister’s mouth, saw her lips part slightly. Miley felt a thrill rush through her like she’d never felt before. And then Daria leaned in, closer… closer…

Miley awoke with a gasp, her heart pounding rapidly, her entire body tingling with a thrilling rush. What had just happened? Was it all a dream? No! NO! Miley closed her eyes, desperately wishing it to continue. She thought hard, her brain working desperately to recover the elements and details of the dream. But it was fading. NO, thought Miley. No, no, NO! She tried again but was unable to hold on. She opened her eyes and sighed in frustration.

As she gradually accepted the fact that she was awake and wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon, she began to let her mind clear up a bit. She realized she had been dreaming. She knew the dream was about Daria. And she knew that she was feeling powerful and compelling urges toward her sister… sexual urges. There was no denying it. She had an erotic dream about Daria.

She suddenly realized this is what Daria was going through. She was feeling the exact same things that Miley was feeling right now. Oh, it was so thrilling! So wonderful! And so intense! She suddenly felt closer to her sister than ever before. She had now had the same experience as Daria.

Miley’s heart practically melted in her chest. She suddenly had the urge to tell Daria all about this. About her dream, how powerful it was, how she knew Daria had the same dreams, and that would solve everything. That would bring them even closer together and there would be no more secrets. There might even be… something more between them. Could there? Could it be possible?

And then Miley shook her head. She was being completely ridiculous. Of course, that could never happen. Sisters weren’t supposed to feel these things, let alone act on them. That was absurd! Daria would probably tell her she was a freak for even thinking such things! Miley’s heart sank. She didn’t know what she was thinking.

Still, she knew Daria had these dreams. And now she’d had one too. As she shifted around in her bed, she felt a strange sensation.

She put her hand between her legs and was shocked to discover a wet spot on the front of her panties. That had certainly never happened before! She slipped a finger inside the crotch and could feel that her entire vulva was coated in this wetness. She wiped some of it off, then brought her finger up to her nose. It was a faint musky, slightly bitter aroma. So this is what female arousal smells like, she thought. She wondered if Daria smelled the same way when she got aroused.

And then something hit her. She remembered a few weeks ago when Daria had gotten out of bed, the entire front of her panties were covered in a dark wet spot. It was impossible to miss. But Daria acted as if everything was normal – at least at first, so Miley didn’t say anything.

She thought maybe Daria had an ‘accident’ in bed, but now she realized she probably had one of these dreams. That was her AROUSAL that Miley had seen on the front of her panties! Miley gasped at the realization and a fantastic thrill rushed through her, making her shudder.

She looked over at her sister’s form lying under the covers across the room. Daria was clearly asleep, but Miley felt a strange, powerful connection with her sister right then. She began to wonder why she hadn’t seen any more signs of that on her sister’s panties – it was just that one night. And then it slowly dawned on her that Daria must have been aware of it and was probably being more careful from that point on.

But there still must have been evidence. Her panties must be somewhere and they must have her wetness in them.

Miley lay awake, letting these thoughts run through her head. She bit her lip, wondering if there was a way to find out if Daria was still wetting her panties with her arousal. The more Miley thought about it, the more excited she became and the more she resolved to actually find out for herself.

There was something in her… some need to confirm that her sister was still doing this. She knew it was potentially dangerous, but she just had to find out.

***

It turned out Miley didn’t have to wait long. The very next night, Miley could barely sleep, just lying awake thinking about these things. She heard Daria fall asleep and continued to stay awake for some time. She didn’t know whether she had dozed off or not, but at some point in the night, her eyes popped open as she heard the sounds of rustling.

Her heart immediately began to beat quickly and adrenaline began to rush through her body. Was Daria having another one of her dreams? Miley listened intently, keeping her body as still as possible. She listened to her sister twitch and roll around for a minute or so, and then she thought she could faintly hear Daria’s breathing pick up slightly. In almost no time it was clear that Daria was panting.

Miley’s heart pounded in her chest. Daria was definitely having an erotic dream. There was no doubt about it. Less than a minute later she was whimpering and making that rhythmic thrusting movement again.

Miley turned her head carefully. She wanted to watch. As she focused her eyes, she could make out the form of her sister under her bedsheet. She was facing toward the wall, but her form was clearly outlined by the thin sheet.

Miley could see Daria’s hips thrusting, bucking in her sleep. Miley felt her entire body hot with arousal as she watched. Every sound Daria made thrilled Miley like crazy. Her sounds were so sexy, so erotic, so… hot with passion. Miley felt every nerve in her body on fire as she contemplated the possibility that her sister was dreaming about her again. And then, she heard it.

“Oh… Oh Miley! Ye – Uh! Mmph!”

Her name, Miley, coming from her sister’s passionate, breathy voice. Miley’s eyelids fluttered closed and her breathing increased. She was getting so hot. And then, a few more squeals from her sister, and it was quiet.

Miley silently cursed. It was over way too quickly. She quickly closed her eyes and listened as Daria’s breathing slowed, and heard her turn over. She was awake.

Miley dared not make a single move. Miley desperately wished it would have gone on just a little bit longer. But it didn’t. And now she was stuck waiting.

She heard Daria sigh in frustration, then toss and turn for a while. Miley had no concept of time and didn’t know how late it was or how long she had been listening. All she knew was that there was no way she was going back to sleep.

She just lay there, replaying the events over and over again in her head. Daria’s heavy panting, the form of her body… her gently thrusting hips, her squeals, calling out her sister’s name in the heat of the moment. Miley had never felt so thrilled and turned on in her life. But she couldn’t do anything about it, which also meant she had never been so frustrated before.

The rest of the night was a blur. She was surprised when her alarm rang. It had felt like only a few minutes had gone by, yet at the same time, it felt like hours had passed.

Miley was suddenly wide awake, her body instantly filled with adrenaline and purpose. She thought quickly. She figured she should keep the routine exactly the same so Daria wouldn’t suspect anything. So she got up first, heading to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She realized this is when Daria must be changing. Her heart pounded with anticipation of what she would do when she came out of the bathroom.

After she was done, she walked out of the bathroom, saying “Hi,” to her sister as casually as possible. As usual, Daria seemed a little flustered, muttered a “Hi,”  and headed to the bathroom.

Miley tried to be as casual as possible as she snuck a peek down at her sister’s crotch. She didn’t really get a good look, but as far as she could tell there was no wet spot, which meant Daria had already changed.

As soon as Daria closed the door to the bathroom, Miley tip-toed to the hamper, her heart pounding like crazy. She quietly lifted the lid and her heart skipped as she saw a rumpled pair of panties right on top that weren’t hers. She bit her lip and reached down to touch them. They were warm!

Every nerve in her body trembled with excitement as she picked them up and carefully began to examine them. Immediately she saw that the crotch was wet. Very wet. Her breathing grew shallower and her heart beat even faster. She turned the crotch panel inside out and was shocked to find a considerable amount of slimy, slightly creamy fluid smeared across the inside. Her knees grew weak. This was her sister’s arousal. Gingerly, she took her index finger and wiped up some of it. It was thicker and slimier than hers. She brought it to her nose and it had a similar smell to her own, but with clearly distinct characteristics that belonged just to Daria.

Her entire body tingled with an intense desire and arousal she hadn’t quite expected. She suddenly had powerful urges that shocked and surprised her. She brought her sister’s panties closer to her nose and inhaled. The arousal only got stronger. She suddenly began to wonder what it tasted like. She felt a heavy burning between her legs and had an incredible desire to touch herself, to alleviate that itch. But could she do that while Daria was still in the bathroom?

Suddenly she heard the toilet flush. Daria would be out soon. In a flash, she closed the lid of the hamper and took her sister’s panties, quickly sliding them under her pillow. They would have to wait for later. She tried to look and act as normal as possible as Daria came out of the bathroom, but she doubted she was doing a very good job.

***

All day long, Miley kept thinking about her sister’s panties under her pillow. How she longed to look at them again. Would her sister’s fluids still be on them or would they have dried up? Would they still smell like they did that morning? She couldn’t wait to find out the answers to these questions. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to them after school – Daria usually went into their room to do homework. They would have to wait until that evening after Daria fell asleep. And that was incredibly frustrating for Miley.

The entire day had been one long wait for Miley. And, of course, that night, as the girls were getting ready for bed, Miley wasn’t the least bit tired. In fact, she’d never been so excited and energized in her life.

When they settled in bed and the lights were out, Miley knew she would have to wait until Daria was asleep, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep herself excited until then. She carefully slipped her hand under her pillow and felt around until she felt her sister’s panties.

Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she slid them around between her fingers. She very carefully felt every single inch of them and could clearly tell where the crotch was because it was still ever so slightly damp. That thrilled Miley like crazy and caused her to squeeze her legs together tightly. Miley lay like this for a long time, just letting the anticipation build as she waited for her sister to fall asleep.

It seemed like forever until Daria finally did fall asleep, but Miley was careful, waiting until she heard her sister’s soft, rhythmic breathing. Once she was sure Daria was asleep, her heart began beating quickly again as her excitement grew.

Very slowly, she began to pull her sister’s panties out from underneath her pillow. She held them to her face and began to sniff them, feeling her entire body grow incredibly aroused as she contemplated the fact that this smell was her sister’s arousal.

Immediately she squeezed her legs together, feeling her entire body tingle. She felt a heavy throbbing between her legs and squeezed her legs together harder, rocking her hips slightly. This felt good, but not good enough.

She rolled onto her stomach and pressed her hips against her mattress. She sighed deeply, her sister’s panties still against her face. This felt better. Much better. She began grinding her hips around on the mattress, breathing in her sister’s scent over and over. Such wonderful, incredible things were happening to her young body, thrilling her like crazy.

As she ground her hips around, her head kept pushing into her pillow – a minor annoyance. Then, suddenly, she had an idea. She looked over at Daria, making sure she was still asleep. Satisfied that she was, Miley carefully took her pillow and slid it down, pulling it next to her. She then rolled her hips to one side and stuffed her pillow between herself and the bed. When she rolled back onto it, her eyes rolled back in her head. Yes! This was IT!

She pushed her hips into the pillow and her jaw dropped open. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She placed her sister’s panties on the bed in front of her face so she could lean down and sniff them whenever she wanted. She began grinding her hips into the pillow and her eyelids fluttered closed as she gasped in pleasure.

Miley pictured Daria in bed, bucking her hips, panting, crying out Miley’s name, getting her panties wet with her fluids. Miley bit her lip to keep from crying out and leaned down to press her nose against her sister’s panties. She breathed them in over and over, grinding her hips harder and tighter into her pillow.

The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was intense beyond her wildest dreams. She pumped her hips harder and pictured her sister having an orgasm.

“MMPH!” she squealed and suddenly everything in her body exploded. A pleasure she’d never known seized her, so intense that her entire body froze up, causing her to tremble over and over. It was so powerful and so wonderful and so incredible, she bore down hard against her pillow, desperate to prolong this sensation as long as she could.

She held the image of her beautiful sister in her head, panting and trembling in her own orgasm, thinking of Daria. It was so powerful, Miley came a second time, her entire body shuddering over and over, her nostrils filled with the scent of her sister’s sex. She had no idea anything could feel so incredible.

When it was over, Miley could barely move. She just lay limply on her bed, panting heavily. She felt a heavy bliss settle over her and her eyelids quickly got very heavy.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn’t stay like this. Mustering all her strength, she rolled her hips to the side, pulled the pillow out from under her, and threw it back at the head of her bed, covering her sister’s panties with it. She plopped her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and fell into a wonderful, incredibly deep sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 3!

By: Girl Lover

This story was sent to us by Girl Lover. We liked it but felt the sex scenes especially could use some “punching up,” as we say in the writing business. She admitted that she had a difficult time with this story and was happy to receive an assist from Juicy Secrets’ own Cheryl Taggert. Cheryl also provided editing of the original text of the story. Ninety-five percent of this story was written by Girl Lover, so she gets credit, with a nod to Cheryl for her added material.   –The Juicy Secrets Staff

Ten-year-old Akiko stood on the edge of the football field of McCallum Middle-High School, a combination middle school and high school, in the early morning. The air was still cool, though in a few hours the hot Texas sun would bake everything, as a chorus of noises filled the air from a couple dozen 6^th grade to 12^th grade girls. Some were doing cartwheels; others were reciting their cheers; still others were stretching. Akiko herself was just starting sixth grade, though she should have been in fifth. When her family moved to Austin, Texas, her father had her take advanced placement tests, moving her up a grade. Her eyes nervously watched the older girls on the field. Being new and not knowing anyone made her even more nervous than she already was. After watching for a few seconds more, she managed to pluck up her courage enough to walk over to the sign-in desk.

“Write your name, grade and uniform size,” came the instructions from the obviously bored older teen sitting behind the desk. She had given the same instructions several times during the last half hour and was sick of it. Akiko took the pen and wrote on the blank space. Akiko Hirabayashi. 6^th grade. Size extra small.

The teen behind the desk frowned at the name, “A…A-key-koo Hi-ray,” pronouncing it wrongly, “bay…bah– What kind of name is that?!”

Akiko sighed silently. Everyone always had trouble pronouncing her Japanese name. “Ah-kee-ko Hee-ra-bah-yah-shi.”

The teen, however, wasn’t interested, and with a sniff of discontent, she reached into a box and handed Akiko a folded uniform wrapped in a plastic bag, along with a schedule. In her uninterested tone, she told her, “Practice is before school at 8:15. Jane and Elizabeth…,” she pointed to a couple of older high-school girls chatting nearby, “…will show you around.”

Akiko turned and began walking toward them. There was also another girl, seemingly her age, standing beside them. “Excuse me. I was told you would show me around,” Akiko asked quietly.

They turned toward her. “Oh hi,” one of them greeted her cheerfully, “You must be one of the new girls. This is Caroline. She’s new too.” Caroline waved. “Come on.”

They began walking toward the school building. “I’m Jane. This is Elizabeth. We’re in charge of new student orientation. We’ll show you where to go, where not to go, where the cafeteria is, where the student store is…everything you need to know.”

Walking inside the main hall, they turned to the right, down a side corridor. “This is the science hall.”

“That smell is from the dead animals they’re dissecting,” Elizabeth interrupted laughing.

“Yeah,” Jane joined in, “after they’re done, they take ‘em to the cafeteria.”

Both teens laughed as Akiko and Caroline remained quiet, looking apprehensively around at the closed doors, half-wondering if what they said was true. As they came to the corner, about to turn left, Elizabeth pointed to a set of double doors, exiting outside to a stairway leading down, “Those are the Kicker steps, but they’re off limits to you. You have to be a Kicker to use them.”

“Or a Kicker’s girl,” Jane added, “If you try to go by yourselves, the Kickers will throw you off.” The younger girls’ eyes widened in fear.

“What’s a Kicker?” Caroline asked curiously.

“Wanna-be cowboys.”

They continued down the corridors with Jane and Elizabeth pointing out different things as other students hung out in the halls, waiting for the first bell. Noticing a small group of ominous thugs huddled outside the building smoking blatantly, Caroline asked, “Who are they?”

“The assholes of the school,” Jane scowled contemptuously at them. “They’re nothing but a bunch of bullies,” Elizabeth echoed. “They’re always trying to start fights. Last year, they broke a girl’s arm, and once, they actually stabbed someone.”

Jane added, “Whatever you do, don’t get caught alone in the restroom.”

The group moved on. “Okay, here’s our lockers. We have this whole row staked out so pick an empty one.” Akiko and Caroline quickly went forth, claiming two lockers beside each other and happily began putting their things inside. As they finished, Jane and Elizabeth explained the cheerleaders’ routines, such as being on time for morning practice, wearing their uniforms during game days, sitting together during lunch and getting together on weekends. The new girls, excited to be part of such a prestigious group, couldn’t help grinning at everything that the cheerleader squad had to offer. Akiko was especially proud. Being so young and shy, she was worried about not fitting in, but here she was! A cheerleader!

Hearing a commotion, they turned to see the other cheerleaders approaching. “That’s Kerri,” Jane told them, nodding toward the tall, golden-hair teen leading the pack.

Clearly a senior and obviously in charge of the others, Kerri addressed Jane, “You tell ‘em what’s up?”

“Yea.”

Kerri glanced at the new girls for a few seconds as if studying them, then proceeded to her locker along with the others. Akiko’s eyes followed her as she opened her locker. Kerri’s confidence and well-developed body were awe-inspiring. Definitely not the body of a scrawny little kid like Akiko was. To Akiko, she was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

The bell rang and so began her first day at her new school. During lunch, as she exited the fast food line, she slowly walked forward, scanning the enormous cafeteria for the cheerleader table. Seeing it, she walked over and then recognized Caroline sitting at the end of a table.

“Hi. Is it okay if I sit with you?” she greeted her shyly.

“Yeah uh…. What’s your name again?”

“Akiko.”

“Ah…” Caroline started, unsure of what the rest was.

“Ah-kee-ko,” Akiko said slowly.

“Akiko,” Caroline repeated, “I’m Caroline.”

Unlike Akiko, Caroline wasn’t shy and quickly made her feel welcome. They talked about being on the cheerleading squad and about being at a new school. They had most of their classes together, except the last one. Caroline was surprised that Akiko was only ten and they learned they were both in the orchestra.

As they talked, Akiko kept stealing glances at Kerri, sitting several chairs away, surrounded by several of the older girls.

“D’ya think she’s bossy?” Caroline suddenly asked.

Akiko shook her head, still staring absent-mindedly, “I think she’s beautiful.” Realizing what she just said, Akiko quickly turned to Caroline “I didn’t mean–”

Caroline smiled, “It’s okay. I know what you mean.”

After school let out, Akiko started for home.

“Akiko!”

Akiko turned around to see Caroline running toward her. “Is it ok if I walk home with you?”

“Yeah. Where do you live?” Akiko asked.

“On Spooner Street.”

“Really? I live right next to you on Evergreen Terrace. Hey, maybe we could walk to school together.”

“My dad drops me off at school on his way to work.”

“Oh,” Akiko said, disappointed. “Well, we can still walk home together can’t we?”

“Sure!”

They chatted until they had to part ways, each going to her home. After getting home, Akiko’s mother came out of the kitchen, asking excitedly, “So, how was it?”

Akiko answered by smiling broadly while opening her backpack and pulling out her uniform, proudly showing it off. Taking it in her hands, her mom asked, “You did it?”

“Yeah! And I made a friend too! We can walk home together! They’re the coolest girls in the whole school–and they let me join them! Me!”

Her mom hugged her, “See, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“This is going to be so awesome, Mom! Now I’ll be one of the coolest girls in the whole school!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

Akiko started for her room, then turned back after a few steps, “I’m really going to like it here Mom.”

Later that night after Akiko was in bed, Kerri, the tall, beautiful girl,  came to her mind. Kerri. Such a pretty name. Just like her. She was…perfect.

*****

Akiko was in high spirits the next morning as she skipped into the living room.

“Aren’t you excited,” her mom remarked, “You’re going dressed like that?”

“We’re supposed to wear our gym clothes for morning practice,” Akiko explained. “Bye!”

“But you haven’t had breakfast yet.”

“I’ll pick up something in the cafeteria. I wanna get there early,” Akiko replied, eagerly anticipating seeing Caroline again. As well as Kerri.

Akiko eagerly arrived on the field, excited and curious as to what they would be doing. As she was looking around, Caroline found her and ran over. “Hi Akiko.”

“Hello,” Akiko replied back, but before they could talk much, Kerri and a couple of the older girls began lining everyone up. Kerri led them through several moves as she or one of the other teens would correct any of their stances that were wrong. She was amazing to watch. Her seamless movements and jiggling breasts caused Akiko to lose focus on her own movements at times.

Practice went on for another half hour, then the girls went into the locker room to change out of their PE clothes. As Akiko and Caroline were in the midst of changing, they both stared in shock at how several of the older teens completely undressed and went into the shower. After staring in amazement for several seconds, Caroline asked, “Are you gonna take a shower?”

Eyes opened wide, Akiko fearfully shook her head, “Uh-uh!”

Caroline remarked, “Me either.”

As they were standing up to leave, Akiko suddenly noticed Kerri coming towards them, completely naked, carrying her towel by her side instead of wrapped around herself as the others did. Frozen in place, Akiko’s eyes followed as she walked past them to the shower.

After she passed, Caroline whispered laughingly, “OhmyGod! Did you see how big her boobs are?!”

Still in awe, Akiko breathed out quietly, “Yeaaah…”

Caroline grabbed her stuff, “You coming?”

“Umm,…,” then Akiko quickly blurted out, “I need to use the bathroom. Go on. I’ll see you in class.”

“Okay,” Caroline said before leaving. Akiko went into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door, but remained standing, peeking out of the crack in the door frame. She didn’t need to go but just had to see Kerri again as she came out. She couldn’t see into the shower but watched hopefully through the crack.

After several torturous minutes, Kerri finally came out. Behind the door of the stall, Akiko stopped breathing in her admiration. Though she knew spying like this was wrong, she couldn’t help it. After Kerri left, Akiko slowly opened the door of the stall and came out. Releasing her breath, she stood there for a moment, replaying the scene over again in her mind. Then realizing that she had to go to class, she left.

For the rest of the day, Akiko gazed at Kerri every chance she could. She knew she could never approach her though. After all she was only a 6^th grader, a little kid, while Kerri was practically an adult. So for all its futility, Akiko held on to what little she had, which was to simply admire her from afar.

Later that night as she laid in bed, her dreams took her back to the football field. Kerri was helping her with her moves. Holding her arms, guiding them into various poses. ‘You’re doing good,’ Kerri complimented her. ‘I think that’s enough practice. Do you want to take a shower with me?’ . . .

“Sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

Akiko opened her eyes, staring at her mother stupefied for a moment till she realized it was morning. Groaning in regret for having such a lovely dream interrupted, she sluggishly pulled back the covers. Getting up, the thought of seeing Kerri again spurred her to rush through breakfast so that she could get to school.

During the rest of that week, she began to get into the swing of things. She and Caroline learned about the Mac Shack, a fast food joint across the street from the school. It was the cool place to hang out. At practice, she became acquainted with more of the girls but was not nearly as close to them as she was to Caroline. After practice, she always came up with an excuse to remain behind in the locker room after Caroline left in order to catch a glimpse of Kerri coming out of the shower. Though she wanted to talk to Kerri, she was too shy and Kerri seemed too much out of her league.

On the last day, Friday, as they were walking home together, Caroline surprised her by asking, “Is there anyone that you like?”

Akiko looked at her funnily, “Like?”

“You know…,” Caroline smirked, “Like like. As in you got the hots for.”

Put on the spot, Akiko couldn’t help blushing, revealing her answer to Caroline.

Caroline crowed gleefully, “There is! Come on, who is it?!” Akiko looked down, her eyes darting nervously, fiercely trying to think of how to dodge the question. “Who is it?” Caroline prodded impatiently.

“Nobody! I…uh…don’t like anyone,” Akiko stammered in an obviously uncertain tone.

“Yes you do! Please tell me, I promise I won’t laugh.”

Despite Caroline’s assurance, Akiko still couldn’t bring herself to say that she had a crush on another girl, and so blurted out, “Josh Burton!”

“Josh Burton?!” Caroline’s face wrinkled in disgust. Akiko didn’t know why she chose Josh Burton. He was the first boy that popped into her head, and now it was out in the open. “Why do you like him?”

“I-I don’t know. I just do…But not a lot…Just…I don’t know,” Akiko stammered, becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

“It’s okay,” Caroline apologetically tried to reassure her. Akiko remained silent, halfheartedly smiling to show that she wasn’t upset.

“Caroline? What if–” Akiko hesitated.

“What?”

“–Nothing.”

*****

Monday morning after practice. In the locker room, Caroline was waiting on Akiko to finish getting dressed. Akiko, purposely taking her time, told her, “I’ll see you in class.”

As soon as Caroline left, Akiko went into the bathroom stall. Peeking out through the crack, she was not able to see into the shower and tried to picture what Kerri would look like. Water running down her naked body. Her hands gliding over her skin, leaving a bubbly trail of soap, quickly washed away under the misty spray. Akiko’s eyes widened in desire. She had to take a peek! Quietly opening the door and seeing no one, she crept up to the doorway of the communal shower. Holding her breath, she slowly peeked around the edge of the doorway and froze. Kerri’s back was to her. Her golden hair clung wet against her upper back while water streamed down into the crack of her butt and down her legs. Akiko stood mesmerized, unable to turn away.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!”

With a squeal, Akiko jerked around. Jessi, one of the older teens, stood there, staring down at Akiko, a scowl across her face. “Hey Kerri!”

“What?”

“Caught this little dyke checking you out!”

Akiko jerked her head back to see Kerri walking over, her hard eyes penetrating her. Akiko felt the color draining from her face as her lower lip quivered slightly.

“You looking at me?” Kerri’s menacing voice was quiet, with an unmistakable threat in it.

Unable to speak, Akiko shook her head frightfully. After staring for several seconds, Kerri turned and walked back to the running shower. Akiko stood motionless for a moment, then fear caused her to bolt towards her locker, quickly snatching her backpack and tripping in her haste. Sprawling out on the floor, she jumped up and continued running out of the locker room. Once in the hallway, she slowed to a walk so as not to attract attention.

Quickly walking down the crowded hall, she kept her head down while a mixture of emotions filled her: fear, humiliation, but above all, sadness. Sadness over how one so beautiful could be so mean and frightening. All of the lovely images she had of Kerri were gone. As she approached her classroom, she managed to get her feelings in check so as not to arouse questions from the other kids. Still, the matter ate at her all that morning. Noticing that Akiko was quieter than usual, Caroline could see that something was wrong but didn’t ask.

At lunch as she sat down across from Caroline, Akiko glanced at Kerri and Jessi on the other side of the table, wondering if they told anyone, but they seemed to pay her no mind. Finally Caroline asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Well, you haven’t said anything all day.”

Akiko searched for an excuse, “I…just don’t feel like talking.”

After lunch, as they left the cafeteria and headed outside to go to the Mac Shack as they always did, Akiko, still upset, didn’t feel like going. She just wanted to be alone for a while. “You go on. I’m going to get some books from the library.”

In the library, Akiko went to the back wall to where the history and nature books she enjoyed reading were. Skimming the shelf, she chose a book and sat down in a comfortable chair set up against the wall, the tall shelves giving her some privacy. For a few minutes, she just stared blankly at the book as the locker room scene replayed in her mind. She had never felt as sad as she did now. She loved Kerri. And now her heart was broken.

“Hi.”

Akiko jumped at the sound even though it was a quiet voice. Watching her from nearby was Samantha, an eighth grader. She was a pretty girl, but Akiko didn’t know her that well, being that they were in different grades. She was attractive, and being older, she had already begun to develop.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Samantha said quietly.

Akiko eyed her curiously as Samantha continued. “I was–” Samantha paused, looking nervous, “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” She took a breath, “I’ve been watching you ever since you started school. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better, but I didn’t think you would be into–” She took another breath, then continued shyly, “I saw you in the locker room this morning.”

Akiko’s face instantly became alarmed prompting the girl to quickly add, “Don’t worry! No one else knows. I just–” she paused, smiling. “I just wanted to tell you that, um–” Samantha’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I like girls too.” Akiko’s eyes widened. “And I like you.” Akiko’s mouth dropped open. The morning’s events disappeared from Akiko’s mind as Samantha’s words sank in.

“Ever since I first saw you last week, I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” Samantha smiled and looked embarrassed for a moment, “Actually, um, I’ve been wanting to do more than just talk. I would–like to–uh–kiss you.”

Akiko froze, not knowing what to do.

“There’s an empty classroom in the Science Hall,” Samantha continued, “We could go there and–kiss if you want.” Samantha was very pretty. Before Akiko knew what she was doing, she was nodding her head. Samantha smiled and held out her hand. Akiko took it.

As they walked down the corridor to the Science Hall, Akiko grew more and more excited. Her first kiss! From a girl! Samantha stopped before a door and opened it. They stepped into a dim room, closing the door behind them. Samantha took her hand as Akiko’s heart was beating so hard she was afraid it would burst out of her chest.

“I’ve never done this before,” Samantha whispered excitedly.

“Neither have I,” Akiko whispered back, just as excited.

Samantha stepped closer as Akiko’s breathing became heavier. “Close your eyes,” Samantha whispered.

Akiko closed them. The only sound was her pounding heart. She felt Samantha’s lips on hers. . . .

Then explosive riots of laughter. Akiko’s eyes popped open to see a live frog from the biology classroom, touching her lips. She screamed, jerking back and falling over, smacking her head on the floor. Amidst a chorus of jeers and screams of laughter, she looked up at several girls surrounding her.

Samantha, an ugly grin on her face, pushed the frog towards her, taunting her in a comical voice, “I want to kiss you!”

Akiko tried to scramble back, but the girls pinned her in, chanting, “DYKE…DYKE…DYKE…”

“KISS ME!!” Samantha screamed, pushing the frog against her.

Turning over and scrambling on her hands and knees, Akiko pushed her way through the girls. Flinging open the door, she fled blindly down the hall towards the nearest exit. Tears streaming down her face, she ran–not realizing where she was going till she found herself going across the empty football field, then behind the bleachers on the far side where she collapsed on the ground.

For several minutes she cried bitterly. First Kerri, then Samantha. How could girls be so cruel?! And horrible?! After her tears ran dry, she just stared blankly. Samantha had seemed so nice. The sadness took her again, as she laid on the ground, sobbing. She remained there even after the bell rang, signaling the return to class. She couldn’t go back. She wanted to just run away, but where? How? She couldn’t even tell anyone because the shame was too great. After several minutes, she slowly lifted herself up. First to a sitting position, then to her feet. She forced herself to walk back towards the school building, then inside.

She quietly shuffled along the silent, empty corridor, then to the bathroom to wash her face. Stepping up to the sink, she stared at the tear-streaked face in the mirror with its empty eyes. The life and joy was gone from them. Perhaps never to return. For the hundredth time, she asked why did this all happen. Well, not all girls were mean. Caroline was nice.

The silence was broken by the door opening. Akiko turned around and her stomach dropped as she froze in terror. Two older teens were watching her. She recognized them instantly. The punk thugs that Jane and Elizabeth had warned about on her first day.

‘Whatever you do, don’t get caught alone in the restroom.’

“Well, what do we have here?” one of them smiled wickedly as she sauntered over. Towering a foot and a half taller than Akiko, the spiky-haired punk grabbed Akiko by the collar, “One of those fucking cheerleaders who thinks they’re better than everyone else!”

The other punk, taller than the first with her short, dark-blue, pixyish hair making her look more like a boy, came over, staring at Akiko with steely eyes.

“What the fuck you lookin’ at?! Think you’re better than me?” the first punk growled as Akiko desperately shook her head. Trembling, she closed her eyes. Then the sound of splattering water came to their ears. The spiky-haired punk looked down to see a growing yellow puddle on the floor between Akiko’s legs. The punk laughed, turning to the other, “Little bitch is pissing herself!”

The second punk continued to stare silently and emotionlessly at Akiko, then told the first punk in no uncertain terms, “Let’s go.” The punk released her grip on Akiko’s collar as both punks turned around and left the bathroom.

Akiko grabbed onto the sink as she thought for a second, she was going to throw up. After a minute, the feeling passed. Terrified that they might return, she grabbed several paper towels and quickly wiped up the puddle. Then after pulling up her dress, she wiped her legs as best she could. Realizing that she would have to throw her panties away too, she pulled them down and tossed them into the trash along with the paper towels. Then she stepped out into the hall as the bell rang, signaling the transition to the next period.

Going to her locker as students poured into the hallway, she quickly grabbed her textbook and went to her next class without speaking to anyone. Sitting at her desk, she crossed her legs, praying that no one would see that she wasn’t wearing panties as she kept her eyes down on the table, afraid to look at anyone.

Class went on as usual but the news of how the new girl was a dyke swept through the school. After class, as she walked to her locker, she tried to ignore the stares and whispers, but couldn’t. Approaching her locker, she first saw Caroline looking at her sadly, then noticed Samantha leaning arrogantly beside her locker, smiling nastily with the other cheerleaders tittering beside her.

Akiko lost control as she broke into a run, with the cheerleaders’ jeers following her, drowning out Caroline’s voice calling her name. Running to the nearest door leading outside, she ran out behind the building. Crying inconsolably, she didn’t hear Caroline’s voice until she touched her arm. Looking up, she saw for the first time someone who wasn’t horribly cruel. Someone who felt sorry for her and cared.

Caroline embraced her. “I don’t care what they’re saying. You’re my friend.” Akiko fell into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m s-so embarrassed. I-I don’t know what to do–I can’t go back.”

“Can we tell the teacher?” Caroline asked.

“N-no,” Akiko bawled, “It’ll just make it worse. S-Samantha will s-say I’m making it up. M-my parents will f-find out.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. “Come on,” Caroline took her hand, “We need to go.”

Akiko pulled back, “I can’t!”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

Caroline took her hand. “Please come. I’ll stay with you and won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Akiko let Caroline lead her back inside. The hall was empty as everyone was already in class, but down the hall beside their lockers, several adults were clustered around something on the floor. As they approached, they recognized the principal and vice-principle among the adults, as well as the nurse crouched down beside someone sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Caroline and Akiko’s eyes widened in shock as they recognized Samantha, her face bloody and bruised from being beaten.

“Please talk to us! Who did this to you?” the campus police officer asked Samantha.

“No one,” Samantha slurred. Her face was so battered that Akiko actually felt sorry for her.

“Why won’t you tell us? Girls! Why aren’t you in class?!” Caroline and Akiko turned toward the principal addressing them.

“We have to get our books,” Caroline replied in a small, frightened voice.

“Well, get them and get to class!”

The girls hurried to their lockers, quickly grabbed their books and scurried to class. “Geez! What happened to her?!” Caroline asked. Taking a look back, Akiko replied, “I don’t know.”

Continue on to Chapter 2!

by Purple Les

The days just seemed to fly by. I loved to go to my room and listen to the old records. Some of the ones I liked had people who were still alive even though the albums had come out way back in the nineteen sixties. That’s like a hundred years ago.

The song Mom had taught me was by a guy named Neil Young. He must be in his nineties now. It was called “Helpless.” I got to hear it on one of the albums. The cool part was I could learn other songs I liked by going online. That kept me really busy which Mom seemed to like. Mom had bought a gizmo you put on the guitar to make it easy to tune it. I had fun with that and with doing my drawings too. Of course, none of that helped me with my grades at school but Mom didn’t seem to fuss too much about it.

The snow was almost all gone. The days were longer. It was still cold. Professor Jean Edgeington had brought over her eight-year-old daughter and my friend, Siobhan. Jean had also picked up Mary Tran and her little sister Lucy.

Jean and Mom were having tea in the living room. Siobhan was at the kitchen table showing six-year-old Lucy how to play chess. Lucy was really paying attention to Siobhan.

Me and Mary were just running around the house teasing each other.

Well, we were till Mom said, “Okay, Katy, Mary, if you want to run around and roughhouse put on your coats and boots and go outside.”

So we put our stuff on and went into the backyard. We walked around the edge of the yard holding hands. We stopped by my little cemetery. There were half a dozen little crosses I’d made from Popsicle sticks. Those were for the birds and mice and chipmunks that I had found dead here or there and brought them home to bury. There was a more elaborate cross I’d made for my pet hamster, Dizzy.

We walked to where our yard ended and the woods started.

Mary shook my arm and said, “Look! It’s the time machine. Want to travel?”

I said, “Sure!”

Well, of course, it wasn’t a real time machine. We pretended it was. It was an old station wagon from the last century. The only time we could get to it was in the late fall or early spring. In the summer it was too overgrown to get to it. In the winter it was all covered in snow.

The body was all rusted. Some of the windows were cracked but the only window that was broken was the back one. We squeezed through all the little trees that surrounded it. Then we crawled through the back window and up to the front seat.

A cold wind was blowing but inside the car we were nice and warm out of the wind. It was quiet too.

I sat in the driver seat and Mary in the passenger seat.

“Where are we going, Commander Tran?” I asked Mary.

She rubbed her chin a moment and said, “Let’s go back in time to the Paleolithic age, Captain Watson.”

I stared at her.

“That means caveman times, Captain.”

“Cool!” I said.

I watched Mary move the knob on the radio that moved a needle around a row of numbers. She moved it to the left to the lower numbers. She turned another knob till we heard a click.

“The coordinates are set. Proceed, Captain Watson.” Mary said. The blinker signal stick was in the middle position. If I moved it up we went into the future. If I moved it down we went into the past. I pushed it down.

We pressed ourselves against the seat and made noises with our mouths to sound like we were time travelling.

“We’ve reached our point in time, Captain, stop the ship,” Mary ordered. I moved the blinker back to the middle. We sat there and stared out the windshield.

A chipmunk appeared on the hood and started to stuff little seeds or something in its cheeks.

“Look, Commander! It’s a sabretooth tiger.”

Then a grey squirrel jumped on to the hood.

Mary said, “There’s a woolly mammoth!”

The squirrel chased the chipmunk and then both were gone. Mary was looking at me. Her eyes looked a little wet behind her eyeglasses.

Then we saw Siobhan coming toward us. She was having a hard time getting to us. She fell and when she got up she was full of old leaves in her hair and on her coat. She was waving frantically and saying something but we couldn’t hear her.

“Prepare to return to our own time, Captain Watson. The primitive people here look dangerous. I’ve reset the coordinates. Engage.” Mary ordered.

I pushed the blinker up. We pressed back against the seats and made our time travel noise.

After a moment Mary said, “We’re back.” I pushed the blinker lever back to the middle and we climbed out the back of the station wagon to see what Siobhan wanted.

“Katy, our moms want you and Mary to come back in. They’re going to the store and want us to stay here. They won’t be gone long.” Siobhan explained.

Mary said, “You run back and tell them we’ll be there in a minute.” We watched Siobhan stumble her way back out.

Mary looked scared sort of and I asked her what was wrong. She said, “I have to ask you something but I’m afraid you may say no.”

I looked at her and said, “So. Just ask me.” I couldn’t imagine what would scare her to ask me.

Mary swallowed hard. Then she got down on one knee and took my hand and held it with both of hers. “Katy Watson. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?”

Well you could have knocked me over with a soft breath. I could tell she really meant it. I know that now men can marry men. And women can marry women. I knew kids couldn’t really marry each other but I wanted to please Mary.

I made Mary stand back up. I said, “Okay I’ll marry you.”

We ran back to the house. Mom and Jean said goodbye to us and reminded us to behave. Then they got in Jean’s car and headed for the grocery store.

Me and Mary ran into the house.

“Me and Katy are getting married!” Mary yelled out as soon as we got in the kitchen. “Katy, go find something to wear and I’ll arrange the ceremony.”

I ran up to my bedroom. I rummaged through my dresser drawers. I found my summer nightgown. It was white and came down past my knees. I pulled it on over my clothes. I took a white t-shirt from my underwear drawer. I put it on my head and put the short sleeves over my face like a bridal veil. Then I went back down stairs.

Siobhan was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Siobhan handed me a feather duster for my bouquet. She walked me in to the living room while Lucy sang the bridal march song in her high squeaky voice.

“Here comes the bride.” Lucy sang, “Three miles wide. Here comes the groom all prepared for his doom. Soon they will wed. Then break the bed. Then the groom will never more get ennneey head.”

As Lucy finished singing I was standing next to Mary. She’d taken off her clothes and put on a big white bath towel for her wedding dress. I didn’t know if she had panties on. She had the towel wrapped around her. It was under her armpits and covered her tiny boobies. It came down past her knees and she looked beautiful.

Siobhan opened a cookbook.

She said, “Dear friends, we are here to unite these two in holy wedlock.” Siobhan said a lot of stuff. I was too busy looking at Mary to pay much attention. Mary looked really beautiful to me.

I heard Siobhan say, “Do you, Kathleen Anne Watson, take this girl to be your awful wedded wife? Through good and bad, for the rest of your life?”

My eyes felt kind of wet and it was hard to talk but I said, “I do.”

Siobhan smiled and looked at Mary and said, “And do you, Mary Louise Tran, take this girl to be your awful wedded wife? Through good and bad, for the rest of your life?”

Mary smiled at me and said, “I sure do.”  While I’d been upstairs Mary had made two rings out of pipe cleaners. Siobhan lightly kicked Lucy’s ankle. Now Lucy handed one ring to Mary.

Siobhan said, “Now repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Mary said, “With this ring, I thee wed.” Then she placed it on my left hand ring finger.

Lucy handed me the other ring and I said and did the same thing. Then Siobhan said, “I now pronounce you married. You may kiss each other.”

Mary pushed the sleeves of the t-shirt off my face and kissed me. If I live to be one hundred years old and get kissed a billion times I will never forget that kiss Mary gave me right then.

We broke the kiss and I heard Lucy say, “Aw, that’s nice. Now your my big sister too, Katy.”

Siobhan said, “Congratulations. I hope your love will be remembered through the ages. May I kiss the brides?” Then Lucy and Siobhan kissed me and Mary.

“Okay, time for the reception.” I said. I took off my wedding gown and veil and put them on the steps going up to my bedroom.

Mary took off her towel wedding gown and was bare naked. She started to put her clothes on while Lucy and Siobhan watched her.

I found some leftover cake in the fridge. I put it in a big dish. Then I found a green plastic army guy and a Star Wars stormtrooper figure in the kitchen junk drawer. I put them on the cake to be me and Mary.

The four of us sat around the table and ate cake and drank grape juice and talked.

Then Mom and Jean were back. As Jean told the girls to get ready to go, Mary begged my mom to let her sleep over. Finally my mom called Mary’s mom.

On the phone my mom said, “Really, I don’t mind, Grace. Lucy can stay too if you’d like.”

As Siobhan got ready to leave she said to me and Mary, “Have fun consummating your marriage tonight.”

I asked Mary what she meant and Mary said, “It means were going to have sex and make our marriage official.”

Well Jean left with Siobhan and Lucy. Mary would sleep over with me. We had extra tooth brushes that hadn’t been opened. Mary could borrow a pair of my pajamas.

When bedtime came Mary said to my mom, “You don’t have to come up and tuck us in tonight. We’ll be up late. In fact, Aunt Carol, I guess I should call you Mom now. You see you’re my mother-in-law now.”

Then Mary told Mom all about how we’d got married. While Mary was telling Mom all that, I kissed Mom goodnight and went up to my bedroom.

I took off all my clothes and put on my wedding gown. Because it was my summer nighty it was very light. I noticed you could almost see right through it. I put on a lamp and stood so it shown through my nightgown. You could see my legs and everything a little bit through the fabric. My heart was pounding as I heard Mary start up the stairs. When she got to the top she stopped and stared at me.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Katy. I want tonight to be special so I’ll do anything you want me to.”

I swallowed hard. Even though we’d had lots of fun sex before this felt sort of different. I felt a little shy and scared. “Um, anything?” I asked.

Mary slowly walked over to me and kissed me. “Yeah, anything you want, you little perv, anything.” Then she kissed me and held me. She whispered in my ear, “Do you have any mushy music. We could dance like they showed us in gym class.”

I pulled out an album that had all these men wearing pastel-colored suits. It was all polkas and waltzes and slow music. I put on the slow songs and we held hands and put our arms on each other’s back and moved slowly back and forth. Our hands moved down each other’s back till we were touching each other’s butt. The slow songs ended and I said to Mary, “I want you to undress for me. Okay?”

Mary sat me on my bed and stepped back a few steps. She slowly started to undress. I was shaking a little as she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. “You like me naked?” Mary asked me. I nodded my head “Yes.”

“I love being naked for you, Katy. It makes me so super horny.” Then to prove it Mary started to masturbate. “Does my little perv like watching me rub off?”

“Yeah, I sure do.” was all I could think to say.

“My little sister loves to watch me rub off too. I undress her. Then I lay her down on the bed. I stand with one leg on the bed and the other on the floor so she can really see what I’m doing.”

Then Mary lay on the floor. She spread her legs wide open and stuck a finger inside her pussy. “Yep, Katy. I really love to be watched rubbing off. I don’t care if it’s my mom or sister or your mom watching. I really like doing it for you.”

Mary stopped. She stood up and held her finger out to me. I took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. I love how her pussy tasted.

Mary sat with me on the bed and undid the buttons on the back of my night gown and pushed it off my shoulders. I stood up and the nighty fell around my ankles. Mary put her hands on my hips and said, “My mom really loves your ass.” Then Mary put little love bites and kisses all over my bare butt.

“And Lucy loves feeling your ass too. I have to say I’ve nothing against it either.” As Mary pressed her soft wet lips on my right ass cheek, she then turned me around and said, “But that’s what I really want. Your sweet little twat.” Mary pushed me down on the bed.

The next thing I knew Mary was laying on top of me on the bed grinding her pussy against mine and I’d come.

We just couldn’t seem to stop fooling around. I know at one point Mary set her smart phone on one of my headboard shelves and made a video of us having sex. She also took pictures of us. We tried things we’d thought about just to try them.

I guess we must have consummated our marriage a half dozen times.  We just couldn’t seem to stop. I can’t even remember all of it. We took a break at some point. We went downstairs nude. We peed and washed up and had a snack. Mom had gone to bed and didn’t see or hear us.

Back upstairs in my bed we cuddled and talked. We touched each other like we would touch ourselves. Nothing was off limits.

We were laying with our hand on each other’s pussy. Mary said, “This is great. I think sometimes that I’d like to be with as many other girls and women as I can. But I only really need you.”

“You mean you want to be with a lot of different girls? Or do you want to be with a lot of girls all at the same time?”

Mary laughed and said, “Yes.”

I laughed too.

Then Mary said, “I like being with my mom and sister at the same time. I wonder what it would be like to be with…um, you know. To be with like you and Siobhan and Lucy, and all our mom’s too and your Aunt Billie. It would be cool if Pam could be with all of us too.”

I said, “I really think that’s a hot idea.” Then even though our pussies were getting kind of sore to keep rubbing we rubbed each other off once more anyway before we fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up to Mary playing with my pussy. She smiled and gave me a kiss as I began to wake up. I had a come moments later. We lay in bed just talking and touching. We went downstairs together to the bathroom. We watched each other on the toilet peeing. Then we showered together. We didn’t dress.

Mom was still asleep. Her bedroom door was closed anyway. I made some breakfast for us and started some coffee for Mom. Me and Mary went back up to my room. Mary showed me the stuff on her phone she’d recorded.

Mary said, “I’ll be showing this to my mom, and Lucy later tonight. That’s okay isn’t it?”

Mary was slowly working a finger up inside my pussy. I said, “Yeah. It’s okay.” The thought of the three of them looking at it together was making me wet.

With her free hand Mary moved something on the phone and all of sudden I was watching Lucy and Siobhan having sex. “Cool, huh?”

My answer was to have another come a few moments later. We stayed in bed resting for a while.

Mary made my sock monkey doll, Ingrid, dance around and say silly things. We finally got dressed and went downstairs. Mom was at the kitchen table drinking coffee. She took Mary home later. I went along and we had lunch at the Tran’s restaurant.

It was a few days later. I was in the living room. Mom called my name from the kitchen. There was something in her voice that made me go running in to the kitchen.

Mom was leaning her weight on the table. Her hands gripped the table so hard her knuckles were white. At first I thought that somehow the table was trying to float to the ceiling and Mom was trying to hold it down. Her face was all twisted.

Her voice was soft and raspy as she looked at me and said, “Top left shelf next to sink. Pills. Get them down for me.”

I climbed up on the kitchen counter. I opened the cupboard. On the top shelf I could just make out a large amber bottle with a white top. I stood on my tiptoes and I couldn’t reach it. My fingers touched it and it moved back farther on the shelf. I jumped and managed to grab it. I sat down on the counter and jumped down on the floor.

Mom fell into a chair. I couldn’t open the bottle. Mom said, “Push the top down and turn it the wrong way while you push.” It opened and I put a white pill in front of Mom. I got a glass of water and held it up to her mouth after she’d put the pill in her mouth with a real shaky hand. She sat there. She took three more pills even though I could see on the bottle she should only take one.

“Are you okay?” I asked her unable to keep the worry out of my voice. Mom kissed my head. She headed for the living room and fell on to the couch.

I got her pillow from her bedroom and covered her with a blanket. Mom said, “Thanks, Angel. I’m okay now.” Then she fell asleep.

I called Aunt Billie on the phone. I told her what happened. She said, “I’ll be over first thing in the morning. I think she’ll be okay for the night. If anything changes call me. It doesn’t matter how late.”

After we’d hung up, I brought down my pillow and sleeping bag from my room. I slept on the floor in front of the couch in case Mom needed me.

Aunt Billie showed up in the morning before I’d even woke up. She helped me get ready for school. Aunt Billie told me Mom would be okay and that she’d be here with Mom all day. And when I got home from school she was. Aunt Billie had ordered dinner from the Tran’s restaurant. Mom seemed fine. She even ate more than normal.

Mom told me she just had a touch of the flu. Aunt Billie gave Mom a dirty look. The next day everything was back to normal. Except instead of keeping those pills in the cupboard Mom carried them with her all the time now. She also began to carry a little pipe. It had marijuana in it. Mom would smoke a little now and then at the strangest times. She swore me not to tell anyone. But she did it in front of some people. Like Mrs Tran and Aunt Billie. Mom even smoked it in front of Sandie.

Other than that everything seemed okay. The days went by and the weather got warmer till suddenly things started to get green and flowers began to blossom.

Continue on to Chapter 30!

by Jojo Starr

She was warm, and soft, and unbelievably pretty. So pretty it made Daria’s stomach twist up in knots and her throat unable to speak.

Daria felt her heart pounding and her body started to tingle all over. It was happening again and it felt good… so good. Daria could feel herself breathing heavier and her temperature rising fast. She felt her face and chest flush and another thrilling tingle took hold of her. She could feel the girl’s body heat close to her, and she felt her own temperature rise even higher.

The girl’s skin was so soft and smooth, her hands so delicate. Daria could smell the girl’s skin and hair, and it made her heart pound even faster.

She felt an urge inside – a deep, throbbing, incredibly powerful urge – stronger than she’d ever felt before. It was so intoxicating, so wonderfully thrilling and dizzying. This girl had a strange and intense power over Daria, and Daria felt absolutely helpless to resist it.

Daria wanted her – desperately. She’d never felt anything so powerful. Her body burned for her. Her breath was quick, her heart was beating out of control. She couldn’t resist the urge any longer. Her body trembling with desire, she leaned forward into the girl, opened her mouth, and…

Daria’s eyes opened wide. The girl had vanished, but her body was still throbbing with incredible desire.

Daria tried desperately to hang on to the memory – it had felt so good – but it was fading fast. The more she tried to recall it, the faster it seemed to fade.

She bit her lip and silently cursed herself. Her body was completely worked up – hot, tingling, and flushed. She had never been so aroused in her life – only in these dreams. And this was the fourth one already!

She swallowed dryly, wondering what it was all about. It was so strange for her… The dreams had always been about a girl, and Daria suspected it was the same one, but she could never remember the girl’s face.

Daria was utterly confused. She had never been attracted to girls before – at least that she was aware of – and yet these dreams had caused such incredibly powerful feelings in her. Feelings beyond anything she’d ever felt in real life for anyone – boys or girls.

Was she a lesbian? She had no idea. She didn’t want to throw a label on herself on the basis of a few dreams, especially when she didn’t feel anything particular for girls while she was awake.

But still, she couldn’t deny the power of those dreams. They were so powerful and so strong, and they awakened such wonderful feelings in her that made her feel so alive, so full of passion and desire.

She kind of hated to admit it to herself, but she secretly loved those dreams. They were so thrilling and so sexual and so intense. She was getting to the point where she kind of wished for them each night. They provided a welcome dose of excitement to her otherwise average, boring life.

So what if they were about a girl, she started to think. They were only dreams. It’s not like she was doing anything in real life. And besides, only she knew about them. They were her own private little secret.

Even so, at the same time, they were incredibly frustrating. They got Daria all worked up and excited beyond her wildest dreams, and then somehow they managed to stop right when she was about to do something really exciting and naughty, like kiss the girl. She desperately wanted the dream to continue, but after she woke up, her adrenaline was going so fast there was no way she was getting back to sleep.

It was also frustrating that she couldn’t remember the girl’s face. It always seemed like while she was dreaming, she was always looking right at the girl and into her eyes, which was part of why it was so exciting.

She knew the girl was pretty – the prettiest girl she’d ever seen, in fact. So pretty it made her whole body weak. But for the life of her, she couldn’t remember any specifics. If she could, maybe she could think about the girl during the day and get that same feeling back, maybe do a little bit of daydreaming. But without any specifics, there was nothing to hold on to, and nothing she could use to piece together the memory and recreate that feeling.

Daria bit her lip and looked over at her nightstand clock. It was 5:15 am. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep, since she would have to get up for school in another half hour. So she lay awake in bed and let her mind run wild, which was pretty much the only thing she could do.

Daria was sixteen, and a junior in high school. She had never had a boyfriend – didn’t see the point, really – and spent most of her time focusing on school and getting good grades. In fact, she hadn’t even really given sex much thought at all… until these dreams, that is. Thinking about sex had never really done much for her, and she never really had a desire to explore that side of life. She never masturbated – again, not really seeing the point – and never had any sexual urges – at least, none that she thought were worth spending any time on.

But lately things were different. These dreams had started a few weeks ago, and there was quite a gap between the first and second ones. But then the third one followed just a few days after the second one, and this one came just a few days after that. This was already the second one she’d had this week.

These dreams were awakening something in her body she didn’t know she had. Something deep and primal and powerfully sexual. A few weeks ago, Daria would have laughed if anyone asked her if she was a sexual person, but now she wasn’t so sure. These feelings were so intense and so wonderful, she was now starting to see the appeal and why people seemed to talk about sex so much.

Still, it’s not like she had any sexual experience to speak of, and she wouldn’t know what the hell to do if she was presented with an opportunity. All she had were urges. But, oh, what wonderful, incredibly thrilling urges!

All she could hope for was to keep having them and to try harder every time to hang on to those dreams before they faded from her memory. Maybe, just maybe, she would even be able to stay asleep long enough to actually DO something with that mystery girl! She could only hope.

Daria sighed and rolled onto her side. She looked across the room at the bed against the opposite wall and saw the small form of her sister under the sheets, breathing softly. Daria felt her heart melt as she lingered on her sister’s form. Miley was the one person in the world she loved more than anything else.

While most kids her age were idiots and only cared about partying or boyfriends or doing stupid stuff, Miley was different. She was sweet, kind, and incredibly intelligent. Miley was only fourteen and had just started high school, but already she was getting even better grades and was showing more promise and potential than Daria had at that age. Daria had no doubt Miley would go far in life – she might even end up changing the world one day.

Daria loved her sister so much. She was so impressed with how she was growing up and was so incredibly proud of her. All through junior high, Miley had gone against the grain and stayed ahead of her class, keeping her focus, not doing any of the stupid things her peers did. Daria had been incredibly impressed with that.

And now that she was in high school, Miley was already a member of five different clubs, on the swim team, and heading the honor roll committee for her class. She was destined for greatness, Daria just knew it. She had long conversations with Miley about staying focused and being future-oriented. They bonded over their knack for their studies and commiserated over being somewhat socially outcast. Neither had very many close friends, but they had each other. And that’s what mattered.

Daria was also shocked at what a beautiful young woman Miley was becoming. Miley was already much prettier than she was, and seemingly growing more and more beautiful by the day. If she kept this up, there would be no stopping what she could do in the world!

But still, Daria knew that with beauty came a price. She was careful to caution Miley against the distraction of boys and keep her mind focused on her studies. Daria knew that Miley really looked up to her, and she paid close attention to anything Daria said, following her advice to a T.

Their father had left when they were in single digits, and their mother worked fulltime, so in a sense, it kind of felt like Daria had raised her sister. It had certainly brought them closer together. Daria knew that no matter what happened in life, whatever college or career choices came their way, they would always have each other. And that was incredibly comforting.

Daria kept letting her mind go, thinking about all the wonderful times she and Miley had over the years and how incredibly proud of her she was. It was so nice and relaxing, and seemed to distract her almost completely from the frustration of her dream earlier.

It wasn’t long before Daria’s alarm finally went off and she sighed, knowing she would have to stop yet another wonderful train of thought to get out of bed and get ready for school.

As she climbed out of bed, she saw Miley stir. Daria took a moment to watch her sister wake up, just marveling at what an amazing, beautiful person she was.

Slowly, Miley turned over and opened her puffy eyes, her gaze settling on Daria.

Daria smiled.

“Hey,” Miley said, groggily.

“Hey, sis,” Daria smiled. “Sleep well?”

Miley nodded slowly. “Yeah, too well, I think,” she said. “It sucks to have to get up now.”

Daria chuckled. “I know what you mean.”

She held her sister’s gaze, smiling sweetly.

Miley smiled back, and Daria was once again so incredibly grateful for the connection they had together.

She sighed, resigning herself to the day. “Well… mind if I use the bathroom first?”

Miley slowly shook her head. “Go ahead,” she said in a slightly gravelly voice.

Daria turned and walked to the bathroom, and as she did, she felt something a little curious. She looked down at herself and her heart practically pounded out of her chest.

The entire crotch of her panties was completely damp and darkened with moisture!

She was mortified! She had just been standing right in front of her sister, carrying on a conversation!

Had Miley noticed? Oh God, that would have been horrible!

Daria tried to keep her cool as she walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Then she fell back against the wall, staring at herself in the mirror, panting with shock.

She couldn’t believe it! It was SO OBVIOUS! There was no way Miley could have missed it. Oh God, what must she be THINKING?That I’d peed!That I’d… MASTURBATED!

Daria panicked as she reached over, spinning the roll of toilet paper, and tore off a bunch. She began wiping the front of her panties, but that did absolutely nothing. She then pulled the waistband of her panties away from her body and looked down. Her eyes widened in shock. There was a thick, gooey puddle of fluid on the crotch of her panties with several thick strands stretching up to her puffy, swollen pussy lips.

What the hell had happened to her? She quickly shoved the wadded toilet paper down into her panties and began soaking up the fluids, wiping herself as well. She pulled the wad back out and inspected it, scrunching her nose as she looked at the thick, creamy fluid coating the wad. She leaned her nose close to it and immediately pulled back, eyes wide. It was SO strong! She threw the toilet paper into the toilet and then sat down and started to pee.

As she peed, she looked down into the crotch of her panties that was staring right up at her from between her legs. It was absolutely soaked. She didn’t know how she’d be able to hide it from her sister. She would have to walk out of the bathroom eventually, and Miley would be walking in. Surely she would see it again! 

Daria contemplated pulling another pair of dirty panties out of the laundry and putting those on, but that would be just as suspicious, she thought. Miley would surely wonder why she had changed her panties before she’d even taken a shower. What was she going to do?

She decided she would just get in the shower and unlock the door so Miley could brush her teeth. It was the only way. They didn’t usually share the bathroom like this, being respectful of each other’s space. Even though they shared a room, the bathroom was always a private space where they would be alone. But this time Daria didn’t have a choice.

She finished peeing and wiped herself, then took off all her clothes and threw them in the hamper. Then she turned on the shower, unlocked the door, and stepped in the shower under the water.

“Hey!” Daria called out once she was in the shower. “Sorry, I just needed to get in the shower. I just felt really nasty for some reason…”

As soon as she said it, she realized she could have given herself away. She cursed herself, squeezing her eyes shut. “Um… So… you can go ahead and brush your teeth or whatever. The door’s unlocked!”

“Oh… okay!” Miley called out, her tone clearly acknowledging the unusualness of the situation.

A few seconds later, Daria heard the bathroom door open. She felt a strange sensation as her sister entered the room. Somehow, it felt like Miley was invading on her personal space and Daria was acutely aware of the nakedness of her body in the presence of her sister, even though the shower doors were heavily frosted. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely uncomfortable. Daria couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was definitely weird.

“Hey, um…” Miley began. “I’ve gotta pee… Is that okay?”

Daria realized she was trapped. She couldn’t deny her sister one of the body’s most basic urges, especially when she wasn’t doing anything to directly prevent her.

“Um, yeah! Sure,” she said, trying to be as casual as possible.

She was surprised at how shaken up her “underwear situation” had gotten her.

Daria heard the toilet lid go up and somehow it seemed magnified in the small room. The toilet was right next to the shower and no matter how much Daria tried, she found herself unable to ignore it.

Her eyes shifted over, and through the frosted glass, she could see the blurry form of her sister pull down her panties and sit down on the toilet. Something twitched inside of Daria – she didn’t know why. Why was she even looking that way? She turned her head away and tried to focus on washing herself, but a few seconds later, she began to hear Miley’s pee hitting the water.

Somehow the sound, just like the toilet lid, was magnified in her head and she couldn’t shake the image of her sister sitting on the toilet peeing. It was an image that had never entered her mind before and it was strangely unsettling. For the entire duration of Miley’s pee, Daria couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was weird, and twisted, she knew, so why was she doing it? She had no idea. Suddenly she realized her heart was pounding and her stomach was tying itself in knots. The only other time she had felt like that was…

No! Stop!Daria shook her head and pushed those thoughts away. What the hell was wrong with her? It must be all her nerves from freaking out about her panties earlier… and all the crazy things she had felt in her dream. They were playing all kinds of tricks on her and it was really weird and freaky.

Suddenly, Daria heard the toilet flush and she kept her eyes closed so she wouldn’t be tempted to look out through the frosted glass again and see her sister pull her underwear back up. It was a good thing she didn’t see her wiping, either, she thought. Wait, shit! Why am I thinking it now? Stop it, Daria, stop it!

A few seconds later, Miley had turned on the faucet and began washing her face and brushing her teeth. That, at least, was far less distracting.

Daria pushed everything out of her head, focusing on washing herself. She forced herself to think of all the things she had to get done that day and all the assignments that were coming up in her classes. That definitely distracted her and she was able to finish washing herself until Miley finally walked out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Daria alone in the bathroom.

 

After that incredibly strange morning, Daria seemed to have no problem getting back to what was really important – her studies. She was applying to colleges next year and had already started doing some preliminary research on it. It was so exhausting and time-consuming, it took up most of the afternoon. Daria went the whole rest of the day trying to forget, as much as possible, the strange events of that morning. That night, she actually made a point of NOT wishing for another dream like she had the previous night.

And she didn’t. The next day she woke up refreshed and ready to start the day anew. She was glad she had one less thing to worry about as she threw herself completely into her studies and college research.

The next day was just the same, only as she was doing her history homework, for an ever-so-brief moment, she found herself wanting to feel again like she felt in those dreams. It had been a while – well, only a few days – and she was starting to… want it again? She didn’t know. It did feel so incredible, she remembered. But it was also a terrible distraction. Maybe it was best she didn’t have those dreams anymore, after all.

 

And then… there she was, like a miracle, the girl of her dreams. All the incredible sensations came back to her, the heat, the buildup, the desire.

Daria was hot and flushed. She couldn’t help it. She wanted it. This time, she really wanted it. The girl created so much heat in her, so much life. And she was so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. She stirred such incredible passions in Daria, she felt like anything was possible.

Daria felt her breathing increase. She couldn’t believe she was here with her again… She wanted her so badly, more than anything. She was flushed and hot, and her body tingled all over. The girl was so soft, so sensual, so feminine.

Daria felt herself tremble in the face of this girl’s exquisite beauty. The attraction between them was like nothing she’d ever felt. Somehow she knew the girl was feeling the exact same things she was. She could see it in her face, feel it in her heat, smell it emanating from her. They looked at each other, breathing deeply, knowing they both wanted it more than anything.

The girl reached out her soft, delicate hands to touch Daria, and Daria reached out to touch the girl’s soft, smooth skin. Warmth. Heat. Shudders ran up and down their bodies. Their breathing got hotter and heavier. They were close, so close.

Daria could feel the girl’s heat against her and it drove her wild. She could feel the girl’s hot breath on her face, her hot, wonderful, delicious breath. Daria breathed it in and shuddered. It was so sexy, so feminine.

There was an understanding between them, an attraction they felt deep inside their bodies. They both wanted it, to kiss. They both desperately wanted to feel their lips on each other. It would be so wonderful, so thrilling, so hot.

Daria leaned her face toward the girl’s and tilted it at an angle. The girl moved right with her, tilting her head in the opposite direction. They were breathing hot and heavy, right against each other’s mouths.

Daria could smell the girl’s scent – her body, her aroma, her breath. It was intoxicating beyond her wildest imagination. Somehow she knew – they both knew – this kiss would be more than just a kiss. It was the culmination of something, but she couldn’t tell what. Right then, she really didn’t care. She just wanted to kiss the girl. Feel her lips on hers. Get to the point she’d always longed for but had never been able to achieve.

Her body ached like never before. She trembled, her heart pounded, her sex throbbed. Then, she leaned forward, and their lips made contact, wonderful, glorious, intense contact.

The thrills and sensations that coursed through Daria’s body at that moment were unlike anything she had ever felt. It was powerfully intense and she found herself gasping desperately for breath. All her nerves were alive and throbbing with a fiery electricity that thrilled her. It was indescribable – so wonderful, so thrilling, and so powerful. She felt better than she ever had in her life. She felt her heart melt and felt intensely connected with this girl, more than she realized previously.

It was like a light bulb went on and she suddenly realized who it was. She’d known it all along, she realized, but now, with this kiss and this thrilling rush of sensations, the clarity of it was obvious. Daria felt another incredible rush course through her as she kissed her sister Miley, happy that she was giving her the same thrilling rush she was experiencing right then.

Daria’s eyes opened in a flash. She was gasping for breath. It was dark and she was still in her bed. Her body still tingled from the incredible intensity of the sensations she’d just experienced. For a second, all she felt was bliss – wonderful, thrilling bliss. And then in the next second, she recalled her dream, and the clarity of who the girl was hit her like a ton of bricks.

She had been thinking about Miley, her own sister, her OWN SISTER! What the hell was wrong with her? Daria’s stomach churned and she felt like she was going to be sick. But the sensations… they had felt so incredible… They were stronger and more intense this time than they’d ever been. What the hell was happening to her?

Daria was so confused. She buried her face in her pillow and tried to forget everything. But it wouldn’t go away. Images of Miley flashed through her mind – sitting in front of her, breathing heavily, hot, flushed, awakening those feelings in Daria all over again. Daria tossed around again in frustration. Was she going crazy?

Daria knew she had to relax. She lay still and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She was smart. She could figure this out. There had to be a rational explanation for all this.

She ran through several possibilities in her head. Maybe Miley had, for some reason, just popped into her head at the last minute and the mystery girl hadn’t really been her at all. But the more Daria thought about that, the more she knew it wasn’t true.

Each time she thought about Miley being the mystery girl, she felt a knot of nausea in the pit of her stomach, but she also felt her heart thump harder and a thrilling twinge throughout the rest of her body that was eerily similar to the arousal she’d felt in the dream. She knew it was wrong to think about her sister that way, but somehow her body overrode that. She couldn’t control what she felt, and when she thought about the girl in her dreams being Miley, she felt an erotic rush.

What did this mean? Was she attracted to her little sister?? Daria thought about Miley and all the times they’d shared, all the things they’d done together. She felt so much love for her sister it was overwhelming.

And then, suddenly, she realized how close they were. They had been close their whole lives. Even when the option to get their own rooms came up, they decided to stay in the same room together because they were that happy being around each other. Miley was the one person in her life she loved more than anything. Could it be possible she loved her in a sexual way too?

Daria bit her lip and admitted to herself that her sister was extraordinarily beautiful. Sometimes she would just look at her and simply marvel that anyone could be so gorgeous. But even those times, she surely didn’t feel anything sexual toward her, did she? Were these dreams somehow expressing feelings she’d always felt but never wanted to confront? She remembered Freud’s theories on dreams, but that couldn’t be true, could it? Everyone agreed Freud was outdated. Right?

Daria let these thoughts play around in her head until her alarm went off again. She looked across the room and saw Miley begin to stir. Something inside her stomach churned and she realized she couldn’t deal with Miley right now. She couldn’t even look at her. It was too confusing. So she did the only thing she could think of and pretend to be asleep.

Daria lay completely still as she heard her sister slowly get up and turn off the alarm. She heard Miley climb out of bed and walk over to her own bed. A tingle rushed through her body. Then she felt Miley’s hand on her shoulder, her soft, gentle, feminine hand. Daria felt another thrill rush through her that she couldn’t ignore. It was wonderful and she hated herself for feeling it.

“Hey,” Miley whispered. “Time to get up.”

Daria just groaned, pretending to be asleep. “You go ahead,” she said, her eyes still closed. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

“’Kay,” Miley said, and walked off toward the bathroom, closing the door.

Daria snapped her eyes open.

What the hell am I going to do? I can’t avoid my sister like this forever. We live together. Hell, we live in the same room! 

She started to panic, not seeing any easy way out of this problem. Then she shook her head and told herself to focus. First things was first. She had to get out of bed.

Then she remembered what happened last time. Daria slid her hand down between her legs and felt her panties were thoroughly soaked. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise. Not only that, but her pussy was incredibly sensitive to the touch – more so than it had ever been.

She threw off her sheets and sat up. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them back. Her eyes widened as she saw that there was an even bigger puddle of fluid than there had been last time and it completely covered her crotch. She had to clean this up.

Daria stood up, perhaps a little too fast, as her head suddenly felt faint. Slowly, she regained her senses and ran to her drawer to grab a new pair of panties. She slowly began to pull the ones she had on down, pressing them tight against her body as she tried to wipe away all the fluids that covered her.

When she got to her pussy, wiping heavily across it, she gasped, her knees momentarily going weak. She couldn’t believe how sensitive she was down there! She pulled her panties all the way off, wadded them up, and continued to wipe the excess fluids that still coated her pussy. Then she tossed them into the hamper and put on a clean pair just as she heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey,” Miley said, stepping out into the room.

“H-hey…” Daria said, still terribly flustered.

Miley looked up at her sister, curiously.

“You okay?” she asked.

Daria was startled.

Did she suspect something?

“Uh… Y-yeah, it’s… It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Miley looked skeptical.

“You look a little… I dunno, startled or something.”

“Uh, no… No, I’m… I’m fine,” Daria stuttered. She knew Miley would never buy it. She thought quickly. “I just… I just had a… a bad dream, that’s all,” she said, praying Miley would be satisfied with that.

Miley just raised her eyebrows nonchalantly. “Oh,” she said, and walked back to her side of the room.

Daria breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well… I’m gonna pop in the shower, if that’s okay with you,” she said.

“Sure, go ahead,” Miley said.

Daria rushed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door, relieved to finally have some time and space to herself.

As she sat on the toilet peeing, she was surprised to find that she was actually catching her breath. What is wrong with me?She kept thinking over and over again.

When she finally climbed into the shower, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. Everything had been so hectic so far, it was nice to have some warm water cascading over her body and some time to think.

She was so surprised at how sensitive her private parts were, she knew there had to be a reason. Why was it so much more intense last night? She had never felt anything like it. It was so powerful, it was almost like… and then it hit her.

It was an orgasm.I just had my very first orgasm. 

That’s why it was so intense. It made perfect sense. Her mind spun at the realization. As she recalled the sensations she’d felt, she realized it had been the most incredible and powerful feeling she’d ever experienced.

And then her stomach flipped. The moment she had the orgasm was the moment she finally kissed the dream girl, and the moment she realized the dream girl was her sister. The idea of kissing her own sister had made her come for the very first time.

Daria’s mind spun even more. She didn’t know if she could handle how heavy all this was. She loved that sensation dearly, and desperately wanted to experience it again.

But she got it while thinking about her sister! And she had never come close to anything like it before in her life. Would she ever again? Was she doomed to link an orgasm with thoughts of her sister? Is that what she would have to think about if she ever wanted another one? What the hell was wrong with her?!

Daria was tired of thinking. She tried to shut her mind off as best she could and finish her shower.

Continue on to Chapter 2

by Purple Les

I slammed the Gandhi book closed. I knew it happened a long time ago but I started to cry. Mom came over and sat on the couch next to me and said, “What’s wrong?”

“He got killed! I mean I knew he’d been dead for a long long time. I didn’t know he died like that. He was shot to death! Why, Mom? Why do all the good people get murdered? It’s not fair!”

Mom put her arm around me and held me close.

“I know,” Mom said, “Sometimes when people don’t like an idea, like peace and love, someone can kill the person who’s idea it was but they can’t kill the idea. Try to remember that, Angel. There’s always a better way than violence.”

Mom held me till I was cried out. I couldn’t help but think a lot about it though. I was just a kid and yet I knew from history class and TV all the good people who’d been murdered.

Winter and spring were having a big fight. The snow on the ground kept getting lower till I could see shapes of things under the snow. I began to see the picnic table in our back yard though it was still covered in white snow but you could now tell it was there.

The road had become bare enough that I dared to get my bicycle out of the garage. It was a Monday. The air was cold but the sun was nice. Mom had decided to go to work for a few hours. We were off from school for a holiday.

I rode down the road to the Tran’s restaurant. They were really busy so I didn’t even bother to go in and visit Mary. I rode into town and stopped at the comic book store.

I bought a couple of new comic books and stuffed them under my shirts after I left the store for the ride home.

I saw a man outside. I’d never seen him around town before. He didn’t see me but I saw him bump into Mrs Links. I saw him talk to her to say he was sorry for bumping into her. As he talked I saw him take Mrs Links’s wallet out of her purse.

I saw Officer Sanchez going into the sheriff office. I ran over there fast as I could. I was all out of breath and started coughing but I told Officer Sanchez and Sheriff Johnson what I’d just seen.

Officer Sanchez was out the door like a bullet. Sheriff Johnson pulled on his coat and put his hat on and as he went out the door, he said, “You wait right here, Katy.”

I watched out the window. Mrs Link had already started walking home with a bag of groceries. Officer Sanchez had the man against a wall. He was yelling at her but she didn’t seem to pay any attention to him as she put handcuffs on him. Then he seemed to shut up all together when Sheriff Johnson got up to them.

All three of them came through the door a couple minutes later. He was a scary looking man. They took him out back to the cells. They came out after awhile.

“Dang, Sanchez.” Sheriff Johnson said, “I know I’ve seen him before. Pull out the posters will ya, and help me look through them.”

Officer Sanchez came back with a whole big stack of wanted posters like they have in the post office. They split them up and were looking thru them.

“Hey, Chief!” Sandie exclaimed, “Here he is!” She handed the poster over to Sheriff Johnson.

He read the poster aloud, “Frank Ketchum A.K.A. Frank Pastor wanted for…” Then the Sheriff started reading it more to himself and I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Then he handed the poster back to Sandie.

Something started to come in on their fax machine and Officer Sanchez said, “Here’s the reply for the prints we sent on him, Chief. He’s wanted all over. The State Police will pick him up here in a couple hours.”

Sheriff Johnson rumpled my hair and said, “You’re a real cracker jack kid, Katy. Sanchez, open up the safe and count out two hundred dollars and get the paper work in order.” Sheriff Johnson smiled at me and said, “Says there’s a cash reward for this man and you just earned it, Katy.”

Sandie handed me the money. I’d never seen so much money at once in my whole life. And it was mine. I was rich. They had me sign a paper and I looked at the money again. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It was really happening.

I looked out the window and saw Mrs Links walking back into town. She must have got home and missed her wallet. It looked like she was walking back to the store to see if she had forgot her wallet there. I told the Sheriff and Sandie.

Sheriff Johnson shook his head sadly. “She didn’t have a dollar left in that wallet. Frank back there sure picked the wrong purse to go and get sent back to prison for. Poor woman, with her drunk husband and all those kids.”

I knew all about them. One of the Links kids was in my class. They were poor. I mean Mom was poor, but nothing like the Links family. I figured they could maybe use two hundred dollars more than I could. Maybe it would help them a little bit for a little while.

“Um, Sheriff, maybe you could give this reward to Mrs Links. You know, to help them out a little. I know they won’t take charity, maybe you could think of a way to tell her it’s hers somehow.”

Sheriff Johnson and Sandie stared at me.

“You sure you really want to do that, Katy?” The Sheriff asked.

“Yeah, as long as nobody knows I gave it to her. I mean you guys promise not to tell my mom or anyone I did that, and I’d be okay with it.”

Sheriff Johnson grabbed a tissue and blew his nose.

Then he said, “Sanchez, go take Mrs Links’ wallet to her and give her this reward money. Tell her she’s the one entitled to it. Explain most of what happened but leave Katy out of it.”

Sandie wiped something out of her eye and went running out the door. The Sheriff rumpled my hair again as I went out the door.

As I got on my bike I saw Sandie had met Mrs Links coming out of the store. Sandie was holding the wallet up and talking, then I saw Sandie hand Mrs Links the money. Mrs Links was crying and laughing and hugging Sandie, that made me feel kind of good.

I felt good till halfway home when the chain came off my bike. I did what Mom would do and swore at my bike for a few minutes. Then I made my hands all greasy trying to get it back on again. I couldn’t get it back on right and walked the bike the rest of the way home.

I put my bike in the garage. I wiped my greasy hands off on my pants and went in to the house. I had grease all over my face. I put my clothes in the hamper and took a bath.

After I finally scrubbed myself clean, I went to up to my bedroom. It was getting dark out and I decided to just put on my pajamas and bathrobe.

Mom was sitting on the couch when I came downstairs. I hadn’t even heard her come home. That wouldn’t have happened if we still had the pickup truck, but the car was real quiet.

I scrunched up next to her on the couch. She told me about her day at work. While she talked I opened up the locket she was wearing. Inside on one side was a tiny picture of Mom as a little kid with her mom, who was my Grandma. On the other side was a tiny picture of me as a little kid with Mom and Dad.

I closed it as Mom finished talking and she asked what I wanted for dinner. We finally decided we’d have breakfast for dinner. Mom would make pancakes.

“Do you remember what I’ve told you about my locket?” Mom asked me.

“Sure,” I answered. “Great Grandma gave it to Grandma who gave it you and someday when I’m a big girl you’ll give it to me.”

“That’s right, Angel.” Then Mom took off the locket and put it on me. “It’s yours now. Keep it safe in your jewelry box and just wear it on special occasions.”

I wore it all through dinner. When Mom came up to tuck me in I still had it on.

“Okay, Katy. You can’t sleep with it on.”

Mom helped me take it off and I got up and put it in my jewelry box.

“Why did you give it to me today, Mom?”

“Because I think you’re a big girl now, Angel. You know two hundred dollars would have bought you a lot of comic books or a new bike.”

“I liked how it made me feel inside to give it away. Dang it! I’ll never trust a grownup again. Sheriff Johnson and Sandie weren’t supposed to say anything to you or anyone about it.”

“They didn’t. I haven’t seen or talked to either one of them.”

“Then how’d you know?”

Mom kissed my head and tucked me in and said, “Mothers know everything their child does. Don’t ever forget that. Goodnight and sweet dreams, Angel.”

I fell asleep wondering how Moms can do that.

It was Wednesday. It was after school and after I’d put on my play clothes I filled up the bird feeder. I didn’t see something under the snow and it got caught on my leg and I tripped and fell. My ankle hurt so much Mom took me to the emergency care place near the next town. It wasn’t broken but real sprained. I had to stay off it for a few days.

Mom stayed home from work and I stayed home from school. Mary would drop off my homework for me on her way home from school and pick it up in the morning to take to Mrs Collins for me. It was the best part of the day, getting to spend a little bit of time with Mary.

To do something besides watch TV Mom got out the old guitar and played the song she knew. She sang along with it. The next day she taught me how to play the song.

Friday afternoon Mary dropped my homework off. I told her I’d be back to school on Monday. She gave me a big kiss and went on home.

Late Saturday morning Mom came back from the farmers’ market. Mom said, “Mrs Collins will be by in a little bit. She has a test you missed Friday.”

I’d taken a bath that morning and was wearing clean pajamas. I’d been mostly on the couch or Mom’s bed because of my ankle.

The doorbell rang and Mom let Mrs Collins in. Mom had the wood stove going and I didn’t have my robe or a blanket on cause it was so warm. I felt really funny when Mrs Collins walked in and I was laying on the couch in just my pajamas.

Well, I took the test laying there while Mrs Collins visited with my mom in the kitchen. When I was done I yelled out and Mrs Collins graded it while sitting on the coffee table right next to me.

“Seventy five percent, Katy.” Mrs Collins said as she handed the test back to me. She went over the ones I’d got wrong while Mom sat in the easy chair listening to us.

Mrs Collins said something but I’d been daydreaming. I felt so weird being there in front of Mrs Collins in just my pajamas. I didn’t want to have the tingles down there but they started to happen. I tried to think of things that were awful so the tingles would go away.

Then I heard Mom say, “Katy! Mrs Collins asked you a question. I’m sorry, Kay. She just goes off in a daydream sometimes.”

“Yes, I’ve seen it happen to her many times. Mostly during math,” Mrs Collins said.

“I’m sorry. What did you ask me?”

“I asked if you were still having those dreams about me,” Mrs Collins said.

Now I felt my face get hot and my hands felt cold. I looked away down the hallway.

“Answer her, Katy.” Mom said.

I looked towards the kitchen and said, “Um, yeah, I still have them.”

I saw Mrs Collins look at Mom. Mrs Collins took my hand and held it.

Mrs Collins said, “It’s all right. Look at me, Katy.”

I looked at her.

“I bet,” Mrs Collins said, “That if I were to kiss you for real your dreams about me would stop. If I kissed you right now I’m sure you’d break up laughing or be grossed out. Shall we try?”

I didn’t think either of those things would happen but I said, “Okay, we could try kissing.”

Mrs Collins slowly moved off the coffee table on to her knees next to me and gently pressed her hot soft lips against mine. She pulled her head back and gave me a pretty smile. Her brown eyes looked sparkly.

Now I really had the tingles down there.

“Maybe we should do it again,” I suggested.

She moved her head back down towards mine.

When our lips met I reached up and put my arms around her neck. I opened my mouth a little and soon our tongues were in each other’s mouths. We kissed forever it felt like.

Then she pulled her head back and said, “Are you okay? Should we stop?”

“I’m okay.” I answered, “It’s just so warm in here.”

“Perhaps I should help you be more comfortable first.” Mrs Collins spoke softly to me.

I just lay there and she moved her hands up under my pajama tops. I hoped we’d get sexy but I didn’t think it would really happen but now she was pulling my pajama bottoms down. I lifted my hips up and she pulled them down to my knees. She couldn’t see anything cause my tops came way down to my thighs. She very carefully took them the rest of the way off me and put them on the back of the couch.

Mrs Collins ran her hands up and down my legs a few times. I could feel her fingertips like they were electric on me.

She said, “Still warm, Katy?”

My mouth got all dry so I just nodded my head “Yes”. I couldn’t believe I’d just kissed my teacher and now I was half naked.

“Then maybe we should take your top off too. Is that okay?” Mrs Collins asked me.

I nodded “Yes” again.

She said, “Sit up for me.”

I sat up and watched her unbutton my top and slide it off me and put it with my pajama bottoms. Then she had me lay back down. It was hotter than my dreams. There I was bare naked for real in front of Mrs Collins.

She looked at me up and down and said, “What a perfect little girl. Just perfect. Shall we kiss again?”

I nodded “Yes” again and held my arms out to her.

She moved her lips against mine again and I felt even hotter than before. She pulled her head back after a minute.

She smiled at me.

“You are a wonderful kisser,” Mrs Collins said.

Then she looked away from me. She moved back on her knees a few inches and said, “Yes, so beautiful. I can’t think of anything in the world more beautiful than a mother and daughter nude together.”

I wondered what she was talking about. I turned my head some and Mom was standing by the couch. I guess while we’d been doing all that kissing Mom had taken off all her clothes. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it. Me and Mom were both bare naked in front of my teacher.

Mom moved over by Mrs Collins and helped her stand up. Mom gave Mrs Collins a big long kiss. It looked so hot I had to put my hand over my little bare pussy and touch myself a little bit.

“In your dreams, Katy, how does Mrs Collins look?” Mom asked me after they stopped kissing.

I stared at Mrs Collins and Mom. Seeing them like that, Mom naked and Mrs Collins with all her clothes on made me get wetter.

“Well,” I started, “In my dreams she’s always dressed like I see her in school. But then she gets naked. Except there’s always something blocking my view. I know she’s naked but I can’t see nothing.”

Mom put a hand on Mrs Collins boob and started to rub it and then Mom said, “Well, Kay, why don’t you let her see you nude for real. Maybe that’s what she needs to make the dreams about you stop.”

I had to start to rub my pussy as I watched my mom slowly undress my teacher. I had my little come as I saw Mom get on her knees and tug down Mrs Collins panties.

They both stood together naked looking at me.

Mrs Collins looked a lot like her daughter, Amy, except Mrs Collins boobs were bigger and hung down some. Her nipples were bigger too and real hard. Mrs Collins had a big triangle of hair over her pussy. It looked like she trimmed it. Her hips were bigger and more curvy than Amy’s.

“Carol, did she just have a come?” Mrs Collins asked my mom.

Mom was playing with Mrs Collins nipples.

“Yes, Kay. She came just watching us. The thing is though, Katy has a come, then she continues and has a bigger come. Kay? Would you like to give my little nine-year-old daughter her big come?”

Mrs Collins looked at me.

“May I, Katy? May I give you your big come now?”

My voice sounded more high and squeaky than normal.

“Yes, please make me come again, Mrs Collins.”

Mrs Collins sure took her time. She planted hot kisses all over my face and ears and neck. She moved the kisses slowly down my chest spending time on each of my nipples. She kissed my hips and tummy. Then she moved to my knees and thighs and slowly kissed her way up to my pussy.

First she just kissed my wet slit lightly and gently. Next she started to use her tongue on it.

Mom bent over and whispered something in Mrs Collins ear.

Mrs Collins lifted her head a moment and said, “Oh, really?”

Then Mrs Collins said to me, “Turn over on your tummy.”

After I turned over, Mrs Collins said, “I love your ass. Just a perfect ass, I love it.”

Then she put a couch pillow under my tummy and my butt was sticking up in the air.

I felt her lick my pussy before she put a finger up my tight little pussy hole. Then she began to lick my butt hole.

I was rubbing my clit against the pillow while she slowly moved her finger around in my pussy and quickly moved her tongue in and out of my asshole.

I put my face against the couch and yelled, “Oh, golly fuck! Don’t stop! I’m… coming!”

I moaned and sighed and laughed and wiggled and my toes went all numb.

It seemed like I came a long time. And after I’d stopped coming, Mrs Collins kept kissing my butt cheeks and legs and back.

Mom knelt down by Mrs Collins.

Mom said to me, “Turn back over on your back.”

Then she moved the pillow out from under me.

After I was on my back again Mom said to Mrs Collins, “Now kiss her pussy some more and then kiss me.”

Mrs Collins licked my pussy again for a few minutes and I had another little come. Then she kissed my mom.

They were both on their knees and as they kissed they pressed their tits together and grabbed each other’s ass.

They stopped kissing and moved back from each other a little and started rubbing each other’s pussy. They looked like they might come. Then all of a sudden Mom stopped. Mom got up and half knelt on the couch. She put her pussy over my face.

Mom said, “Show Mrs Collins what a good little pussy eater you are.”

Then Mom slowly lowered herself enough till I could start licking her. I licked her till she seemed like she might cum then she stood up and got back on her knees on the floor and kissed me on the mouth.

After Mom broke the kiss she said, “I just love tasting my pussy on my little Angel’s face. Now stand up, Kay. I want Katy to lick you now.”

Mom helped position Mrs Collins over my face.

Mrs Collins pussy came slowly toward my mouth. I loved looking at her pussy lips. They were all swollen and wet.

As they reached my mouth I started licking them. Mrs Collins bent forward some and I stuck two fingers in her pussy and sucked her clit. She cupped my pussy with her hand.

I heard Mom say, “It’s all right, Kay. Just go ahead and come right on Katy’s face. She loves it.”

And Mrs Collins did come right on my face.

After we all kind of got over our comes we sat around naked talking. The grownups reminded me this was a secret between us. Later Mrs Collins left and me and Mom just had the rest of the day kind of quiet.

When Mom tucked me in that night I wondered to myself if that was the end of my sex dreams about Mrs Collins.

I woke up in the morning having a sex dream about Mrs Collins and her daughter.

I told Mom about when I came downstairs.

Mom laughed and said, “Well, it was worth a try anyway.”

I said, “I’m glad it didn’t work. I liked the dream I had. But I really liked having sex with Mrs Collins. Mom? Do you think maybe someday it could happen for real?”

“Could what happen?”

“That I might have sex with Amy and her mom at the same time.”

Mom kissed my head and asked what I wanted for breakfast. She didn’t give me an answer.

Continue on to Chapter 29