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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 18

  • Posted on January 1, 2016 at 7:56 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

The next day was Saturday, and that meant morning chores at the Shea household. Candace had finished cleaning the girls’ bathroom and was reading a book. Carolyn was supposed to be cleaning her own room, but had gotten sidetracked looking at her secret Twitter page.

The girls’ mother, Donna, was downstairs, finishing some of her own chores.

“Carolyn?” Donna Shea called to her daughter from the kitchen, where she was cleaning out the fridge. There was no answer, so she called out again, a bit louder.

Carolyn had heard the first call and started downstairs, arriving in the kitchen just as her mother called her again.

“Yes, Mom?” Carolyn said.

“Would you mind going to the store for me? I need some more soy sauce for tonight’s dinner, and there are a few other things we need.”

“Sure. Can I take Candace?”

Donna loved that her daughters were so close. They rarely fought and Donna wondered if it was the age difference that helped them get along so well, since they weren’t in competition for boys and such. Donna knew Carolyn would die for her little sister, and that Candace would do the same.

“Sure, if she’s finished cleaning your bathroom,” Donna said.

“She is. She’s in her room reading.”

“Okay, take her with you. There’s a list of things we need on the counter.”

Minutes later when the girls were gone, Donna finished up in the kitchen, then went upstairs to see how far the girls had gotten with their chores. Carolyn was good about doing everything asked of her, but Candace sometimes missed some things.

Therefore, she was surprised when she found that this time Candace had been thorough while Carolyn had not stripped the sheets from her bed to be washed.

Sighing, she went to the bed and began completing the chore since she needed to finish the laundry.

As she pulled the sheets from the bed, she noticed something. It was a fragrance she recognized immediately. Two fragrances, really.

The first scent that caught her attention was the expensive perfume her sister Daphne used. She was puzzled. Had she given some to Carolyn? Donna had never smelled it on her daughter, and Carolyn wasn’t much into perfumes anyway. It was a very distinctive aroma, and she doubted Daphne would share any of it with Carolyn anyway because it cost so much. Daphne wouldn’t even let Donna use any of it.

So what was Daphne’s perfume doing on Carolyn’s bed sheets?

The other aroma was normal vaginal odor. She was aware her older daughter masturbated, though they’d never discussed it before. She just assumed that by age seventeen, Carolyn was masturbating.

Puzzled about finding these two smells together in Carolyn’s bed, she continued removing the sheets. Then she saw it. One of Daphne’s earrings. She recognized it immediately as Daphne’s since Donna herself had given the pair to her as a Christmas present.

Along with the smell of the perfume, there was only one conclusion left: Daphne had been in Carolyn’s bed. She doubted seriously that Daphne would lend Carolyn both the perfume and the earrings. Now she had to wonder something else as well. Were these pussy odors Daphne’s or Carolyn’s? Or were they both? When she and Daphne were kids, they had fooled around some, as she assumed most sisters near each other’s age did, unlike those far apart in age like Carolyn and Candace. Still, the question nagged at her. Was Daphne having sex with Carolyn?

Donna stood there a moment, considering what this could mean, and the idea forming in her mind was not a pleasant one. She knew Daphne was rather wild when she was younger. Hell, she’d been a bit wild herself. She also knew that Daphne was still a risk-taker. She was someone who would try anything once, and repeat it often if she liked the experience.

In fact, when Donna had moved on to sex with boys, Daphne had continued having sex with some of her girlfriends — in addition to the many boys she dated. Donna would be ashamed to admit it, but she’d overheard her sister with a friend or two when Daphne had some of her more adventuresome girlfriends spend the night when they were teenagers. She sometimes masturbated to the muted but erotic sounds of the girls having lesbian sex in her sister’s bedroom, which was next to her own. She attributed her horniness to the mere fact of sex taking place in the next room, not any lingering desire to have sex with another girl, especially not her sister.

Now she had to wonder about her sister and daughter. She asked herself the question again. Was Daphne having sex with Carolyn? Her own niece? No, she told herself. It couldn’t be. That’s incest.

Then she realized it wasn’t as close as two sisters having sex together. Daphne had not seemed to have any problems with incest when they were growing up. Donna suddenly recalled that two of Daphne’s favorite sleepover friends were sisters, twins in fact.

But certainly, Daphne was no longer fine with the idea of incest. She was thirty-four now. An adult. There was no way she was having sex with her seventeen-year-old niece…was there?

Donna was suddenly very dizzy and sat on the bed. She felt surrounded by the scent of pussy. And that’s when she saw the barrette. It was a small, rainbow-colored hair barrette that belonged to Candace. Of course, it could have fallen off when Candace was simply lying in her sister’s bed and chatting, but what if it hadn’t?

“No,” she told herself aloud. Her little ten year old couldn’t have been having sex. Not with her older sister, and not with her aunt. That barrette had to be some sort of coincidence.

Still, there was a strong scent of pussy in the bed, which indicated there hadn’t been ample time for the fragrance to dissipate. And that meant this had to have happened yesterday while she and Paul were at work. If nothing else, assuming her sister and daughter had engaged in lesbian sex, Candace had been home at the time. They both said they had hung around the house all day yesterday when Donna had gotten home and asked the typical, “So what did you do today?”

Now she thought back to that question, and she realized the girls had exchanged a look when they answered. She remembered wondering what the secret was, but did not want to invade their privacy by prying. All sisters shared secrets, especially ones as close as Carolyn and Candace. Dear God! Was THIS the secret?! That Carolyn had engaged in lesbian sex with her own aunt?

She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she confront Carolyn? Both of her daughters? Or should she call Daphne to inform her she was going to jail?

Getting up her nerve, Donna took out her phone and was about call Daphne, when a thought occurred to her.

If Daphne went to jail, Carolyn would too. She was seventeen, and if it turned out that Candace was involved, Carolyn could go to jail as well, or at least to a reformatory for girls.

The police — and the press — would not be able to turn their back on that little nugget. As much as society liked to think they were shocked and disgusted with such behavior, the press was well aware that pedophilia like this sold papers and got viewers to tune in on news shows.

The press would see these details as money in the bank. An attractive thirty-four-year-old woman having sex with her own, equally attractive niece, who was only seventeen? It was like the purest form of gold to the media vultures.

And the police would arrest Carolyn as well if Candace was also involved. Even if she weren’t, allowing a child her age to be aware of her aunt and sister having sex was contributing to the delinquency of a minor. If nothing else, the story would get out, and their lives would be in shambles.

Also, Daphne would certainly discuss their own past as an attempt to explain this behavior, and if that got out, even though it had been when they were both minors, the news would destroy Donna’s life.

She realized she would never be able to call the police about this. And she certainly couldn’t tell Paul. He’d go berserk.

There was a chance there was an explanation that didn’t involve sex, but she doubted it. The smell of sex was too strong. They had made love with each other there.

She decided what she would have to do would be to handle this herself.

She sat there on the mussed bed planning how to approach this problem until she heard her daughters’ return. They were laughing about something or other as they came in the door.

No wonder they got along so well, Donna thought before calling for them both.

“Girls! Come upstairs to Carolyn’s room when you finish putting the groceries away!” She did her best not to sound angry and felt she succeeded. For some reason she didn’t want them to know there was a problem before being asked about what had happened in Carolyn’s bed with their aunt.

Donna sat on the reeking bed, trying to get a hold of herself. If the girls indicated her suspicions were correct, she’d call Daphne and get her over there — then try to refrain from killing her.

She heard them chatting together as they came up the stairs.

“What’s up?” Carolyn asked cheerfully, her smile as radiant as her sister’s.

Then the girls saw the look on their mother’s face, and realized this couldn’t be good. Their smiles faded slowly as they wondered what indeed could be “up.”

“Have a seat,” Donna said, indicating the bed, her voice shaking.

Once they sat on the bed, Carolyn had a sudden suspicion of what this might be about. Her sheets smelled strongly of pussy. It was obvious someone had had sex there. She hadn’t noticed it earlier because she’d been in her room and gotten so used to the smell it hadn’t registered. Now, however, after coming in from the outdoors, the smell was obvious. Apparently, the airing out of her room hadn’t been enough to dispel the aromas that hung over her bed. She waited for her mother to speak, just in case that wasn’t what it was about.

Then she smelled Daphne’s perfume. She tried to make up a plausible lie in the seconds of silence that seemed to stretch forever while contracting to nothing.

Donna looked at Carolyn. She had thought of talking to her older daughter alone first, but knew that Candace was at least aware of what had happened in this bed the day before, based on their response to her question of what they’d done all day and the look they had exchanged.

“Do you smell it?” Donna asked them.

At first, Carolyn tried to play dumb, hoping beyond hope that her mother meant something else. “Smell what?”

“Don’t play games with me, Carolyn. This bed reeks of vaginal fluids.”

Maybe she doesn’t smell the perfume, Carolyn thought before saying, “Well, Mom, I am a girl you know.”

This response made Donna angry. “Yes, Carolyn, I know you’re a girl, but this level of odor strongly indicates someone had sex in this bed!”

Carolyn tried the one out she hoped might work. “Uh, Mom, you realize I am seventeen.”

“That doesn’t mean you have permission to have sex with anyone!”

“Mom…um…I was…alone?” She had said this as a question, trying to indicate to her mom she’d been masturbating and pretending she didn’t want to talk about it in front of Candace.

Were you, now?” Donna said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Something about that set off alarms in both girls’ minds.

For her part, Candace wondered what her mom had on her since normally such a discussion would not happen with her in the room, much less sitting there in the same trouble. How could Mom know she’d been a part of this? Tears began to well in her eyes.

Finally, Carolyn felt Donna was waiting for her to answer. She decided it was time to know what the evidence was. She hoped her mom didn’t know anything about Becca’s involvement. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t smell the perfume?”

Oh, fuck, Carolyn thought. “Um…” she said because she didn’t know what else to say. She knew her mom would never believe Daphne had shared her expensive perfume with her. Besides, Mom knew she never wore perfume. At least it didn’t seem Mom knew about Becca.

“Yes, ‘um.’ So when exactly did Daphne drop by to take a nap in your bed, which is awfully weird since she has her own very nice one at her condo!”

Carolyn realized this was said to let her know there was no plausible explanation for how her aunt’s perfume got in her bed, other than the truth. Combined with the smell of pussy, it was as good as having a video of the entire encounter. This realization caused her to burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, Mom!” she sobbed.

Candace began to cry too. She didn’t know what her mom had that put her in the orgy in Carolyn’s room, but she knew it must make what happened obvious.

Donna turned her attention to Candace. “And you, young lady! How did this end up in your sister’s bed?” Donna held out her palm, showing the barrette.

Candace was too shocked about what had gone on the past few minutes to think of the plausible explanation that she’d been lying in her sister’s bed yesterday while chatting and it must have come off then. Her weeping turned immediately to sobs.

“I’m sorry, Mommy!”

“So it IS more than you knew your aunt and sister were having sex in here!” Donna accused.

At that moment, it occurred to Candace she could have easily lied, but it was too late now. She and her sister continued to sob.

Donna began to cry herself. She could have handled it more easily if only Carolyn was involved. But Candace? She was only ten! She didn’t even have pubic hair yet! And she was having sex with her sister and aunt? Her ADULT aunt?

Donna stood up and began pacing the room, her anger making her unable to continue sitting still.

“Why?!” she asked, mostly rhetorically. Then she stopped pacing and looked at Carolyn. “How did this happen? When did this start?”

“Can’t you ask Aunt Daphne that?” Carolyn cried. She didn’t want to tell her mom it had been going on since she was eight.

“I will, but I’m also asking you. When?!”

“Are you going to have her arrested? If you are, I’m not saying anything else!” Carolyn answered.

Donna calmed a bit, taking a deep breath. “No. I’m not having her arrested. I’m not going to tell anyone, not even your father. If Daphne were arrested, you would be too.”

Carolyn was confused by that. “Why would I get arrested?”

“Honey, you have had sex with your ten-year-old sister. They lock girls away for that.”

“Really?” Carolyn was shocked at this news. “But we’re just showing each other how much we love each other,” she said.

Ignoring this for the moment, Donna calmly repeated her question. “When did this start between the two of you and your aunt?”

“It started with just me first,” Carolyn said.

“Okay, when was that?” Donna asked.

Carolyn took a deep breath. As long as nobody was going to jail, she felt she could tell her mom the truth. “When I was eight.”

Donna’s knees grew weak and she nearly collapsed, but she managed to make it back to her seat on the bed. She felt as if her life was spiraling into some parallel universe. Eight!? This had been going on under her nose for nine years!?

“What did…I mean…well…how did she accomplish this…seduction…of a little eight-year-old girl?”

“She told me she could make me feel something good that adults could feel. I was curious.”

“Oh, my God!” Donna responded. “She forced herself on you?”

Carolyn grew defensive of her aunt. “It wasn’t like that. Not at all. She told me she would show me but only if I wanted her to. Even after we started doing it, she told me I could tell her to stop at any time and she wouldn’t be mad. She said what we did was all up to me.”

Donna looked at Candace. “What about you? How old were you when you started joining the fun?”

Candace looked at the floor. “Six,” was all she said, barely audible.

Donna thought she might have a heart attack. “Six!? You were just a baby!”

“She liked it,” said Carolyn. “I did it like Aunt Daphne did with me.”

Donna looked at Carolyn. “You mean you…? You’re the one who started it with your sister?”

“Don’t be mad. Please? We love it!” Carolyn said. “We’re not all warped psychologically, Mom. We just…well, we love sex. We love it with each other, and with our aunt. That will never change. We’re not going to go wild and start having sex with anyone and everyone we meet. It’s not like that. It’s just that, sexually, we’re adults. Even you’ve commented on how well-adjusted we are!”

Looking at Candace, Donna asked, “You mean, you’ve…had…um…you are able to…”

Carolyn interrupted her mother to answer the question she knew Donna was attempting to ask. “Yes, Mom. She’s had orgasms.”

Candace continued staring at the floor, crying softly. She blushed a deep red, embarrassed her mother knew the most intimate details of her life.

Donna was too stunned to reply. Finally, she said, “I’ve got to call Daphne.”

With that, she pulled out her phone again and punched the number for her sister. On the third ring, she answered.

“Hey sis, what’s up?” Her words echoed Carolyn’s earlier. It seemed to Donna that everything was up.

“You need to come over. Right now.”

“Oh? Is everything okay?” Daphne asked, concerned about the edge in her sister’s voice. What Donna answered was totally unexpected, however.

“Not really. You see, I know about you and my girls.”

“You…” Daphne didn’t know what to say. Her mind reeled with the question of how she knew. “What?”

“I know you’ve been having sex with my daughters. Your nieces.”

“But…how did…. How?” Daphne couldn’t finish the thought. She began to wonder if this would be her last day of freedom.

“Come over. We need to talk. And we need to talk before Paul even THINKS of coming home.”

Daphne began to cry. “Are you going to have me arrested?”

“No. We just need to talk.”

On the way to her sister’s home, Daphne calmed herself and managed to come up with a plan. It was unconventional to say the least, but she was desperate and hoped it would work. She gave her plan maybe a 10% chance of working, but it was worth a try.

Continue on to Chapter 19