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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 9

  • Posted on August 11, 2016 at 10:17 am

by Jeneee

“Put your seat belt on, sweetie,” I reminded Pam, as I started the engine. “Have to keep you safe, you know,” I added with a smile. I watched as she twisted around and pulled on the belt, tightening it across her chest and slipping the buckle into the catch. In doing so the hem of her dress crept up higher on her slim thighs, almost reaching her hips, revealing the plump bulge of her pussy through her panties. I couldn’t avoid glancing at her slim legs as I buckled my own belt.

She noticed me looking and giggled. “I’m not trying to show off, Jen. It’s just that my dress is kinda short, especially when I sit down. At least I’m wearing panties today,” she added with a grin, spreading her thighs a little.

“You have such beautiful legs, Pam, it’s hard not to look.”

She looked over at me with my shorts tucked snugly between my thighs and remarked, “Your legs are beautiful too, Jen.”

I felt myself almost blushing as I backed the car out of the driveway. “Why thank you, sweetie. I work out a lot to try to stay in shape.”

After receiving directions from Pam as to the location of her aunt’s house, I started to pry a little more into her relationship with her sister. “Tell me a little more about Becky, Pam. How old was she when she started dancing at your parents’ club?”

“Just after she turned thirteen, about a year and a half ago.”

“Is that when you started sleeping there?” I asked.

“About then. It was really just after the club opened. I had just turned seven. I guess mom and dad wanted to make it a full time business and had to spend all their evenings there, but they didn’t want to leave us with a babysitter. It was fun at first, but we were always tired in the mornings when we had to go to school. Becky was so pretty and some of the people there asked my parents to let her dance a bit for fun. Mom didn’t want her to, but Daddy decided to let her if she wanted, and Becky thought it would be so cool. The first time she did it I was peeking through the curtains watching her. I couldn’t believe it when she started taking her clothes off as people started cheering her on. I knew the older dancers did that, but I didn’t expect her to. I stopped watching then, once she was naked. I didn’t know what to think.”

She paused, and I looked over at her wondering what to say next, or if I should continue.

After a few moments I asked, “So how did she start showing you all about sex, Pam?”

“One night when she had finished dancing, she came to bed and I woke up. She snuggled up to me and suddenly told me she was horny. Dancing that night had made her that way, she said. When I asked her what she meant, she just took my hand and rubbed it over her pussy. It was really wet and slippery and she told me that’s what happens when a girl gets horny. She told me to rub her there and moved my hand to show me how. Before long she was moaning like it hurt, so I stopped, but she said to keep going, that I was doing great. Then she came. That’s what she called it, anyway. And she hugged me and then kissed me on the lips. I guess I kinda felt proud that I’d made her feel good.”

“Yeah, I guess you did,” I smiled.

“After that she showed me lots of things over the next few weeks. Turns out that one of the other dancers was telling her all sorts of stuff about what girls can do to each other to make themselves feel good, and she just sort of practiced on me. I came to like it more and more, and looked forward to her finishing her dancing and coming to bed.

“But I still felt weird at school, felt I was different from the other girls in my class. And you’ve seen my pussy, right? It’s kinda, well, bigger than Emily’s, and other girls’ too, I guess, and whenever I wore shorts to school you could pretty well see the outline of my cunt. That’s what Becky called it, anyway. My clothes were always a little too small and tight for me, ‘cause Mom never bought me new ones until I really outgrew the old ones. So after being teased a lot I started wearing just dresses, like now.”

“Does your aunt know anything about you and your sister, sweetie?” I asked.

“No, but she knew Becky was dancing, ‘cause Mom told her. My aunt was really mad and blames my dad for everything. Said my mom is too weak to stand up for herself. I don’t know what to think any more, except that I really miss them, and Becky.” And then the waterworks started again.

“Awww, sweetie, I know you do,” I told her, feeling bad again for prying. I leaned over a bit and stroked her soft thigh, telling her not to worry and that we would help in any way we could.

She wiped her eyes and tried to smile.

“I know you will, Jen. Thanks. My aunt’s really not all that bad. I know she loves me in her own way, but I guess having me there interferes with her life and she gets bitchy about it. Oh, we’re nearly there, just around the corner. See that house with the white siding and green roof? That’s it. You can pull into the driveway if you like.”

I parked, and we walked up to the front door with me wondering what I was getting into. Pam walked in without knocking and yelled, “Auntie, I’m home. Where are you?”

“In the den. Come on down, dear,” came the reply.

Pam grabbed my hand and pulled me along the hallway and down a few steps into a spacious room lined with bright windows. Two easels stood side by side along one wall. Beside one of them, paint brush in hand, stood a tall, slim graceful-looking woman dressed in blue slacks and a grey smock. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun, emphasizing the sharply defined features of her face. I was taken aback for a moment. She was quite beautiful.

“Auntie, this is Mrs. Samuel, Emily’s mom – the girl I told you about from my school. She drove me home.”

Pam’s aunt wiped her hands on a cloth and reached one out to take mine. “Great to meet you, Mrs. Samuel. I’m Maggie. And thanks for looking after Pam for me.”

“Nice to meet you too, Maggie, and you can call me Jen,” I smiled, still clasping her hand. “It was our pleasure. Pam is such a sweet girl and my daughter and she have become close friends in just one day. They get along so well together.”

Maggie finally dropped my hand and hugged Pam to her. “Yes, she is a good girl, and it’s a shame that things happened the way they did. I suppose she’s filled you in on the nasty details?”

“Well, she told us a little. I understand her parents have been arrested and you are looking after her until things get, well, straightened away. And also that her elder sister is missing.”

“Yes, that’s right. My sister’s lost her mind if you ask me, but they got what was coming to them. I don’t know when the trial will be, but I took temporary custody of Pam to save her from a foster home. As for Becky, she’s probably roaming the streets somewhere, poor child. She seems to think she can look after herself, according to what she told Pam, but I hope she stays out of trouble. I can’t believe her mom allowed her to strip for all those perverts at their club. Her dad’s an asshole, and I’m sure he’s molested her somewhere along the way. And Pam says Becky told her she was next. Don’t get me wrong, now. I’m no prude. But they went way beyond the limits if you ask me. Pam, you’d better go change into some clean clothes, hon. That dress has seen better days. Now run along.”

“Yes, auntie,” Pam replied. “I’ll be right back,” she added, looking at me with a smile.

“So, Maggie, Pam says you have a busy schedule with all your showings and teaching. She seems to feel she is in your way sometimes.” I got right to the point.

Maggie sighed. “Yes, I am really busy, and I’m just finishing up a couple of works for a big showing next week. And she’s right, I haven’t been able to pay much attention to her. I’m not used to having a young girl around, and my partner is annoyed enough that I don’t pay as much attention to her as she would like, either. If you can believe it, I think she is jealous of Pam. I suppose Pam told you I’m a lesbian?” she added, raising her eyes to me.

“Yes, she did,” I replied.

“Does that bother you, Jen?”

I smiled. “Not at all. I’m divorced and very bisexual, and have a girlfriend who pretty well lives with me now.” I walked over to look more closely at one of the paintings she was working on.

“Well, that’s a pleasant surprise, you being bi,” she remarked, moving a little closer. “You really are beautiful, you know,” she added, touching my arm. “You like the painting?”

“Yes, it’s so bright and colorful,” I replied, gazing into her eyes. “You are quite talented.”

“Thanks,” she laughed. “That’s what my girlfriend tells me, and she doesn’t mean just with my painting.”

My god, I thought to myself, is she flirting with me? I don’t need another complication in my life right now.

Luckily, at that moment Pam returned, dressed in loose white shorts and a blue tube top. “Have you asked my aunt about… you know?” Pam said tentatively.

Maggie turned to me, questioningly. “Asked me what?” she wanted to know.

“Well, we were wondering, since you are so busy for the next few days, what with your show and all that, whether you’d mind if Pam stayed with us to get her out of your hair.”

“Are you sure it would be no bother, Jen? I feel like it’s an imposition on our friendship.”

Wow, I thought to myself, now we have a friendship? We’ve only just met. I couldn’t help thinking that her girlfriend would have even more reason to be jealous if a friendship developed. I must have seemed hesitant because she asked again if I was sure Pam wouldn’t be in the way.

“It would be our pleasure, Maggie. Pam fits right in with us, and my daughter all but commanded me to bring her home when we left.” I could see Pam’s face starting to light up, as it was becoming apparent that her aunt was going to agree.

“Please, auntie,” she pleaded. “I won’t be any bother to them.” Maggie slowly nodded her okay. “Woo-hoo!” Pam screeched, “I’d better go pack some clothes. Be right back.” And she ran from the room.

Maggie walked over to me and hugged me. “Thanks,” she breathed into my ear. “I really appreciate it. And if there’s any way I can repay you, let me know.” And to my surprise she gave me a quick, soft kiss on my lips, pulled away a little, and ran her palms slowly down over the outside of my blouse, squeezing my breasts. “Know what I mean?” she added, winking. “Mmm, no bra, just the way I like them,” and she slipped a hand inside my shirt, caressing one of my hardening nipples.

I didn’t know what to do. I was so astounded at her forwardness. “What would your girlfriend think?” was all I could manage.

“She wouldn’t even have to know,” Maggie replied, sliding her other hand slowly over my belly down toward my pussy. “Mmm, I think someone is getting turned on,” she added, feeling the heat beneath her hand, squeezing my mound. And she was right. I could feel my pussy juicing in my panties from her touch as I moaned softly and closed my eyes. “I think I want to fuck you sometime, Jen,” she whispered into my ear. “You really make me hot.”

It was hard to resist her advances, but I finally managed to pull away, reminding her that Pam would be back any second. She reluctantly agreed, but not before grasping my hand and pressing it between her legs. “This is waiting for you, whenever you feel like playing,” she whispered slyly. I couldn’t resist squeezing her pussy and marveling at the prominence of her lips. Now I knew who Pam took after. Maggie pushed hard against me. “Remember, anytime,” she added just as Pam came charging back into the room, suitcase in hand.

“I’m ready, Jen. Let’s go. Bye, auntie.”

“Bye hon. Now you be good, okay?” And to me she added, “If she’s any trouble, bring her back home and I’ll deal with her.”

“Me? Trouble?” laughed Pam, “Never.”

“Well, you make sure.”

We walked to the door and Maggie gave Pam a quick kiss on the cheek, and squeezed my butt in the process.

When we arrived, I had wondered what I would be getting into. Now I knew. Backing out of the driveway, I realized that life sure can get complicated.

Continue on to Chapter 10

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 10

  • Posted on August 11, 2016 at 10:17 am

by Jeneee

I backed slowly out of the driveway and headed down the street to the main intersection that would take us back home. Pam’s family was certainly full of surprises, and I suspected there were more to come.

Hardly had that thought passed through my mind — Maggie’s coming on to me back there being front and center of my musings — when I was startled to hear, “Pam, it’s me,” coming from behind us from the back seat of the car.

I jumped, heart in my mouth. Pam let out a screech as she whipped her neck around, “Becky, Becky, where…?” and stopped in shock.

Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw a teenage girl slowly pull herself up from the floor behind us and climb onto one of the back seats, a smile forming on her pretty face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you both, but I didn’t know what to do. I’ve been watching Aunt Maggie’s place off and on for a couple of days now hoping to see you, Pammy. No way was I going in to face her, and then when I saw you drive up this morning I was so happy. I snuck into the back of the car and lay on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. Then, when I heard you both come back, I knew it was my lucky day. Where are we going, anyway?”

By now I had recovered myself slightly, enough to say, “Well, I’m not sure if it’s your lucky day or not, but you can explain yourself to all of us when we get to my house. No sense in having you repeat yourself. I’m Jen, by the way.”

The look of delight on Pam’s face at seeing her sister melted my heart. I knew that, for her at least, things were brightening up considerably. “Don’t worry, Becky,” she assured her sister. “Jen is really nice, and so is Emily – that’s her daughter, we go to school together – and so is Sharon, that’s Jen’s girlfriend.” The words tumbled rapidly out of her mouth for the next few minutes as she tried to explain everything that had happened since she last saw her sister. “I missed you sooo much, Becky,” she finally added.

Becky leaned forward and slid her arms around Pam from the back seat, squeezing her as best she could. “And I missed you too, Pammy. I was worried about you, but I knew Aunt Maggie would take care of you, even if she didn’t like the idea. She thinks Mom and Dad are shitheads, and I think she’s glad they got arrested, but I’m sure she didn’t like the idea of looking after us. That’s why I took off to see if I could find a place for us to stay.”

Oh, the naiveté of a teenage girl, I thought to myself. Well, at least she’s got guts.

By then we had arrived home. It was time to see what Sharon and Emily had been up to in our absence, and to introduce an additional element to our weekend of surprises.

As Becky climbed out from the car, I got a better look at her. She was quite tall for her age, about five and a half feet, with long slim legs, and dressed in a red halter top and a short denim skirt, wearing white ankle socks and sneakers on her feet. Her blonde hair was parted in the middle and flowed down her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her top did nothing to hide the shape of her firm boobs, nipples prominently on display through the thin material.

She hauled a backpack from the back seat and slung it over her shoulder, grabbing Pam and hugging her tightly. Pam nestled her face into Becky’s chest, a huge smile on her face as she looked up at her elder sister. It was a touching reunion indeed, and brought a lump to my throat.

“Come on girls. Let’s go inside,” I said as I grabbed Becky’s backpack from her and led the way up to the front door. As we walked into the hallway I called out, “We’re home. Is everyone decent? We’ve got company.”

A screech came from the living room, followed by the pounding of little feet as Emily rounded the corner yelling, “Pam’s back, she’s back, Sharon!” and then “Who’s this?” as she ground to a halt, staring at Becky.

Pam grabbed Becky’s hand and pulled her toward Emily. “This is my sister Becky. She came back for me like she said she would. This is my new best friend Emily, sis. Isn’t she cute?” At that moment Sharon appeared with a big smile on her face, which quickly turned into a puzzled look as she, too, noticed Becky.

After a few minutes of introductions and explanations, Becky was welcomed warmly by Sharon and Emily and then turned to me to ask, “Jen, is it okay if I shower? I’m sorta grubby and I’d like to clean up before you guys start wriggling your noses at me.”

“Of course you can, Becky. How long’s it been, anyway?”

“Too long,” she giggled in reply, as Pam walked over and hugged her big sister.

“I don’t care if you do smell, Becky. I’m just so happy to see you. Can I take her upstairs and show her where everything is, Jen?” she asked.

“Of course you can, sweetie. Make yourself at home, Becky. Pam can show you where the bathroom is and get you some clean towels.”

Emily jumped to her feet to follow, but I told her to stay with us and let the two sisters get reacquainted with each other. “They probably have a few things to discuss in private,” I explained. “You’ll have lots of time this afternoon to party, sweetheart.” Reluctantly, she sat down again.

“So, what were you two up to while we were gone? Did you at least clean up a bit around here?” I teased.

“Well, a bit,” giggled Emily, “but Sharon was busy showing me what Pam did to her in the shower this morning, and then she licked my pussy so I’d know how great it could feel,” she
burst out all at once as Sharon turned a deep shade of red, looking like the cat caught with the canary.

“Oh she did, did she?” was all I could manage, staring in amazement at my girlfriend, then bursting into laughter at the guilty look on her face.

Emily stammered, “Oops, maybe I should keep my mouth shut. Was it supposed to be a secret, Sharon? Sorry.”

“So, Emily, was it as good as Sharon said it would be?” I prodded, with a slight smirk on my face.

Emily looked over at Sharon, who was still squirming uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of my reaction, wondering if she should tell me any more. Then my little girl came over to me and sat in my lap with both arms around my neck and whispered, “Mommy, it was so good. Sharon said I came.” And she kissed me on my lips. Then, “I wasn’t trying to steal your girlfriend, Mommy,” she tentatively whispered in my ear. “I just wanted to know how to make Pam feel good. I’m sorry if I hurt you.” And she kissed me again, not pulling away, and hugged me tightly.

Oh my. What was happening here? My mind was in a whirl. My sweet little girl was squirming on my lap, her lips glued to mine, arms around me like she was hanging on for dear life. And I couldn’t believe how my pussy was reacting. I could feel myself moistening as erotic sensations suddenly flooded my body. I couldn’t stop myself from reacting and found myself returning her kiss with such ardor that our tongues started twirling together. A soft moan began in my throat as my hands slid down and cupped her little bottom, feeling its soft plumpness through the thin material of her shorts. As I caressed her, she increased the intensity of her kisses and pushed herself even more tightly against me, adjusting herself so that her legs now wrapped themselves around my waist.

My eyes were closed as I reveled in the intensity of our embrace and I felt – rather than saw – Sharon move over to us, her familiar scent adding to the incredible sensations I was experiencing. She slid one of her hands between us and started to caress my breasts, first one, then the other, releasing them from my top and pinching my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, just the way that she knew would drive me crazy. Then I heard her whisper something into Emily’s ear that sounded very much like, “Show her, sweetheart.”

Without separating her lips from my mouth, I felt one of my little girl’s arms pull back from around my neck and slip down my body to nestle between my thighs as she pulled her own legs back a little to make room. My panties were soaked. I moaned even louder and thrust my hips against her probing fingers, which were trying to snake their way up inside one of the loose legs of my shorts. Her small hand and tiny wrist had no problem reaching my panties and I felt her pull them aside as she finally reached her target, her mother’s now so juicy pussy.

Then I heard Sharon again. “Here, let me help make this more comfortable,” and she pulled Emily back from me as I opened my eyes and with a glazed look, watched helplessly as she tugged me back into a prone position on the couch. “Now you can take them off,” she prompted Emily, who lost no time in undoing the button on the waist of my shorts and sliding them down. I automatically lifted my hips so that she could finish pulling them off of me, followed quickly by my panties.

“Now show her,” Sharon repeated, separating my thighs further to allow Emily to kneel between my legs on the couch.

I was unable to resist as two of my daughter’s fingers spread my labia, and two from her other hand slid inside my soaked vagina. As I squirmed my hips helplessly, I moaned once more when her fingers pressed upward against the sensitive area of my g-spot. “Now her clit,” Sharon instructed as she added her own fingers to the mix and softly pulled back my sheath. “See it? See it peeking out at you?”

“Mmmm,” Emily replied. “Oh wow.”

“You know what to do now,” my girlfriend prompted once more. And to my incredible delight, I felt my little girl lean down and slide her soft wet tongue over my now hardening clit, and then wrap her lips around it as her tongue swirled from side to side and her fingers pressed harder against me from the inside of my pussy. I was in heaven. I felt myself thrusting up against Emily’s mouth as my hips began a dance of their own.

Meanwhile, seeing that my daughter was working wonders on me, my girlfriend had stripped off her own shorts and panties and now lowered herself over my face, her back to me so that she could watch and encourage Emily. I threw myself into the pleasure of licking her delicious cunt as my hands spread her cheeks to allow me to bury my face between them.

The three of us were soon locked into a passionate embrace never before experienced by any of us. Our cries and squeals of delight filled the room and I knew I was going to cum with such intensity from my little girl’s so talented fingers and mouth, a talent she seemed to have been born with. And I did. Oh, how I did — my legs wrapped around her head tightly as I exploded, trapping her face against me, my mouth buried between my girlfriend’s legs, her tangy pussy juices filling my mouth as she too came at the same time.

As Sharon and I tried to regain our breath, Emily had pulled back and was looking at us both with a big smile on her sweet, wet face, licking her lips back and forth.

“Was that good, Mommy? Did I do it right?” she asked. “Mmmm, you sure taste good,” she continued, not waiting for an answer. And sliding her hand down the front of her shorts she added with a slight pout, “and my pussy is all wet now, too.”

Sharon and I looked at each other and giggled.

“Come here, you little devil,” I said to my daughter, and she quickly wormed herself over on top of me, spreading her legs on either side of my waist, one hand still inside her shorts. “And just what do you think you are doing in there, little girl?” I teased, watching her hand moving up and down.

“Rubbing my cunt,” she brazenly replied. “What did you think I was doing?” she smirked. And I shook my head in disbelief again at my outspoken daughter.

“Stand up,” Sharon commanded Emily, looking at me slyly as she lifted herself from my face and stood beside her. As my daughter obeyed, Sharon slid down Emily’s shorts and panties, revealing a slightly puffy and certainly very shiny pussy for me to stare up at. “Now sit,” Sharon continued as she pushed down gently on Emily’s shoulders and helped plant my little girl’s pouting lips over my face. “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart,” she whispered to my daughter, who couldn’t help squirming herself back and forth, encouraged by my now curious and probing tongue.

I couldn’t believe how sweet her little pussy tasted, and how prolifically her juices flowed. She sure takes after her mom, I thought to myself as I was periodically forced, not unpleasantly of course, to swallow her delicious fluids. She was riding my face fiercely and grasping my head for support, grinding her pussy against me like she was on fire, looking for release.

Peering up, I saw Sharon had positioned herself behind Emily and was tweaking her little nipples, pulling them out from her chest, arousing her even more. My sweet little daughter was a sex machine gone wild, in high gear, grunting, squealing, crying out in the delight of the sensations her young body was no doubt experiencing at such intensity for the first time.

And then she exploded, screaming, losing control, fluids pouring from her, pee squirting all over my face at the same time as she experienced what were obviously the most intense feelings she’d ever had in her young life. The combination of flavors from her now soggy pussy was unbelievably delicious and I gently spread her lips wider, opening her vagina so that my tongue could probe insatiably for more, more, and more. I knew then that our love had entered a new dimension from which there would be no return.

Slowly I pulled away from her, gazing in amazement at my sweet daughter’s very wet, red and swollen cunt – yes, it was a cunt to me now – an aroused, open love canal, inviting me to please it over and over again. And I knew I would be doing just that.

It took a while for Emily to recover, as Sharon and I looked at each other in amazement at what had just transpired before our eyes.

And then, suddenly, “Are we a family now?” my daughter asked breathlessly.

I pulled her down to me and gently kissed her lips, stroking her hair, feeling the heat of her sweet young body as I leaned back and looked up into her bright, shiny eyes.

“Yes sweetie, “I replied, lovingly. “We are a family.”

“Sharon too?” she queried, looking up at my girlfriend.

“Oh yes, baby,” Sharon smiled at her. “We are one big happy family.” And she too kissed Emily softly on her lips. “I love you both very much,” she added, as a big grin spread all over my
little girl’s shiny face.

“Mmmm,” Emily replied, and glanced over toward the stairs. “And do you think we are going to get to be an even bigger family?” she added, with a glint in her eye.

Sharon and I laughed.

“Well, I guess we’d better see what’s happening up there, hadn’t we?” I told them.

But I was sure I already knew.

Continue on to Chapter 11

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 11

  • Posted on August 11, 2016 at 10:17 am

by Jeneee

“They really are nice people, Becky,” Pam said assuringly, as she walked upstairs beside her sister, carrying her backpack.

Becky smiled at her. “Yeah, you keep saying that, Pammy, so I guess you must like them a lot, huh? Emily sure seems happy to have you around. Have you known her for long?”

Reaching the second floor, Pam pointed in the direction of Emily’s room. “You can get undressed in there, sis. No, I only met her at school on Friday and liked her right away. She was the only girl in the class to speak to me, and then she invited me home with her after school. We had fun in their hot tub out back, an’ then…” she paused.

“And then…?” Becky pushed.

Pam blushed, then giggled, “Well, we sort of played around, you know?”

“Like as in sex-played around, you mean?” asked Becky, staring questioningly at her little sister.

“Well, yeah, kinda,” Pam replied, grinning. “An’ I showed Sharon some of the things you taught me, like, when we were in the shower together this morning.”

“You mean you had sex with that older woman? Like, with Jen’s girlfriend? Oh my god, Pammy. My little sister is turning into a nympho! You couldn’t wait for me, huh?” And she hugged her sister and giggled. “I leave you alone for a few days and look what you do. Come on, help me get undressed and into the shower before I pollute everyone.”

Pam wrinkled her nose as she helped unzip Becky’s skirt. “Yeah, you do kinda stink!” she exclaimed. “Where have you been staying all this time, anyway? I’ve been so worried about you.”

“Well, for a few days I stayed with a girlfriend from school. We shared her bedroom — and no, we didn’t fuck around, if that’s what you’re thinking. We told her mom that our house was being painted, so she didn’t seem to mind. My friend knew what had happened, though. I told her about Mom and Dad, and you going to Auntie’s. Her dad was away on a business trip anyway, so it wasn’t like the place was crowded.

But then he came home and all hell broke loose ‘cause of the way I was dressed, for one thing. He didn’t like my short skirt, even though I caught him trying to look up it a few times. Anyway, he told me I had to leave and go back home and stop being a bad influence on his precious little daughter. So that’s when I walked over to Auntie’s, to see if I could see you and maybe convince her to let me look after you back at our place. But I knew that was a shitty idea and she’d never go for it, so I was kinda lost as to what to do.”

“We’ll work something out, don’t worry,” Pam said, a little unconvincingly, as she touched Becky’s arm. “Come on, into the shower with you.” And she reached for her sister’s panties and pulled them down, giggling, pointing at Becky’s pussy saying, “Haven’t seen that for a while. I see you need a shave. Want me to help?” she teased.

Becky laughed. “I can do it myself, thank you. Is there a razor around here anywhere that I can borrow?” She searched in the bathroom cabinet and found one as Pam gave her a wash cloth and a container of creamy lotion. Becky adjusted the water temperature of the shower and closed the transparent curtain. “No peeking now, you little slut,” she commanded.

Pam, meanwhile, pulled down her shorts and panties, sat on the toilet and peed while she was waiting, watching the silhouette of her sister washing herself through the shower curtain. “Hey, you missed a spot,” she teased as she wiped her pussy and flushed.

“Mind your own business,” Becky replied, laughing, “and make sure you clean your sexy little cunt well after pissing. I don’t want to have to taste your pee when I lick you.”

“Oooh, promises, promises. Shall I come and join you so you can wash it for yourself?” Pam asked slyly.

“Never mind. I’ll be finished soon and I’ll come out to check on you,” Becky countered.

“Well, in that case, I’ll leave my panties down for you,” Pam giggled.

A few minutes later the shower stopped. Becky pulled back the curtain and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack, wrapping it around herself and toweling off her hair with another. She looked over at Pam who was still sitting on the toilet, panties down around her ankles, and smiled. “You weren’t kidding, were you?” she laughed, staring at her little sister’s pussy. Ready for the taste test?”

Pam nodded. “But in the bedroom.” She stepped out of her panties, leaving them on the bathroom floor and led her sister by the hand into Emily’s room, flopping down on the bed and spreading her legs wide open for Becky.

Becky dropped her towels onto the floor and crawled between her sister’s legs, gently spreading her puffy lips revealing the pink, moist folds in between. “Mmmm, I missed this so much,” she whispered as her tongue slowly slid up and down between Pam’s prominent labia. The little girl moaned quietly and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feelings her sister was so good at building within her. She pinched her pointy nipples and thrust her crotch hard into Becky’s mouth, lifting her butt from the bed as she rotated her slim hips from side to side. Becky’s finger slid easily into her baby sister’s pussy as her lips surrounded Pam’s hard little clit, now fully aroused from the attention it was receiving.

Pam squealed in delight as Becky’s finger worked its magic inside her sopping cunt, knowing exactly which spots to press as her tongue flicked magically over the little girl’s pleasure button. Juices ran down Becky’s chin as Pam moaned louder and louder, and Becky knew her sister was soon about to explode. And explode she did, screeching loudly and grinding herself mercilessly into Becky’s face, then collapsing limply back onto the bed, trying to regain her breath.

Becky crawled up beside her sister and held her closely, gently kissing her on the lips as the little girl slowly began to recover. Pam’s eyes finally opened and she hugged Becky to her, kissing her, tasting herself on her, and licking her lips. “Mmmm, that was so good. I’ve missed you so much, Becky.” And then she closed her eyes again, relaxing once more, sighing contentedly.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight!”

Pam and Becky jumped. Turning toward the bedroom door they saw Jen, Sharon and Emily, all still naked from their own romp together downstairs, staring at them, smiles on their faces.

“Ooops,” Pam replied, blushing her usual deep red at being caught in the act. Well, after the act, anyway. “We were just…”

“It’s alright, sweetie,” I assured her. “We know how much you two have missed each other and we wanted to give you time to… well you know, get re-acquainted. We kinda thought we’d find you…”

“…fucking each other,” chimed in Emily, giggling as she ran over to hug Pam.

“And I suppose you all stripped off so you could join us?” Becky asked, gazing in wonderment at the three naked bodies, Emily’s already entwined around her sister, her hand between Pam’s thighs feeling her still swollen, sticky pussy.

“Mmm,” Emily whispered into Pam’s ear. “Your cunt is so wet. Can I have a taste?” And she slid her finger between her little friend’s labia and then lifted it up to the tip of her tongue.
“Yummy,” she announced, grinning to everyone as Becky watched her sister’s new friend, marveling at her lack of inhibition and realizing immediately that Pam had found someone her own age with whom she could share her sexual urges.

And, Becky thought to herself as she examined Emily’s cute little body, I wouldn’t mind sharing in that experience myself. Maybe even with Emily’s mom and her girlfriend too, she thought, eyeing the two beautiful women in front of her. I think I might like it here after all, she decided.

I assured Becky that we hadn’t all stripped to join her and Pam, but that we had been having our own fun downstairs while she cleaned herself up. Then I added, “Why don’t we all go downstairs again and outside to the hot tub, where we can relax and chat about the situation in which you and Pam find yourselves? Maybe among the bunch of us we can help decide what’s best for you two until things settle down. And perhaps you should call your aunt and see if she wants to join us so she can have her say in the matter too. I know you both think she feels put upon by having to look after you, but she is family after all, and is really responsible for your well being, you know. You’re both too young to look after yourselves,” I added quickly, as Becky started to protest.

But as I said this, I knew I would need to tell Sharon about Maggie’s coming on to me before we went much further. Knowing Sharon, however, I was sure she’d get a laugh out of the incident. At least, I hoped she would.

As usual, my darling little daughter came to the rescue and squealed, “Yeah, let’s all go party in the hot tub. We can show Becky about the jets,” she giggled.

Sharon, who had been quiet up to this point, smiled and smirked, “You and those jets, Emily. Sounds like you have an on-going love affair with them.”

My daughter stuck out her tongue at Sharon and teased, “Well, you like ‘em too. I’ve seen you.”

“Okay you two, break it up,” I laughed. “If we’re going to go, let’s grab some towels and get moving. No need for swim suits,” I added, in case Becky was wondering what to wear. “We go in naked.” I smiled at her. “What about your aunt? Shall we invite her over?”

“She has that show today, remember?” Pam chimed in.

“Well, maybe tomorrow, then,” I suggested. At least that will give me time to decide how to tell Sharon about Maggie coming on to me, I thought to myself.

And so we left it at that, and all headed down to the now infamous hot tub for the next chapter in our weekend of surprises.

Continue on to Chapter 12

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 12

  • Posted on August 11, 2016 at 10:16 am

by Jeneee

As we passed through the kitchen, arms full of towels, I suddenly realized that maybe Becky was hungry. I had no idea when she’d eaten last, so I asked her if she’d like a sandwich and something to drink before we all tubbed, or ‘hit the jets,’ as Emily now fondly called it.

“That would be great, Jen,” she replied. “I am hungry, haven’t eaten anything since last night.”

“You should have said something, honey. Why don’t the rest of you hit the jets while I get something for Becky, and we can join you as soon as she’s eaten, okay?” I suggested to the others.

“Okay,” agreed Emily. “We’ll get it warmed up for you, Becky,” she smiled. “So don’t keep us waiting too long,” she added with a wink.

“I think you’ll find it’s already warm, sweetie,” I laughed. “That’s why they call it a hot tub.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Well, you know what I mean,” she smirked as she followed the others out of the kitchen door. Indeed I do, I thought to myself. Indeed I do.

Turning back to Becky, I asked, “What would you like, hon? I can scramble you some eggs if you like. Or maybe a chicken sandwich? And please, make yourself comfortable at the table.”

“Scrambled eggs sounds great, thanks Jen,” she replied, as she spread out her towel over a chair and pulled it up to the table. Her firm, naked breasts, with their hard, pointed nipples stared at me as I grabbed some food from the fridge and poured her a glass of orange juice. Becky’s young body was so trim and beautiful, and I envisioned how Pam would develop over the next few years, also wondering what their mother looked like.

“Is your mom as gorgeous as you and Pam?” I blurted out as I cracked open her eggs into the pan. That brought on a blush to her pretty face. Blushing seems to run in the family, I thought to myself as Becky then smiled, almost shyly, and I immediately realized she’d been trying to act tough and streetwise because of the circumstances in which she found herself, but underneath she was still a young fourteen year old girl, probably scared out of her wits wondering what would become of her and Pam. More experienced than most fourteen year olds, I realized, and more sexually aware, but still needing to lean on someone for guidance.

“She’s pretty, and I’ve seen pictures of her when she was younger so, yes, she was beautiful then too.”

“Well, you two sure take after her, sweetie,” I replied.

“Thanks, Jen,” she mumbled. “Pam is right about you lot,” she added suddenly. “You’re all so nice and friendly.”

“What about your dad. What’s he like?” I wanted to know, as I put some bread into the toaster while the eggs fluffed up in the pan.

“He’s okay, I guess. He’s Dad, you know. Runs things. Like, you don’t argue with him, and Mom sort of just follows along. So we, you know, do what he says.” And she lowered her eyes. I think I was beginning to get the picture.

“So this club, it was his idea?” I probed. “And your mom just went along with it?” She nodded. “And what about you dancing, well, stripping really, was that his idea too?” Again Becky nodded and wouldn’t look at me. I buttered her toast and slid the eggs onto a plate, placing it in front of her on the table. Visions of my prying with Pam, and the effects it had had on her, flashed into my head, and I briefly thought I’d gone far enough with Becky and should let her eat in peace. But she then looked at me and spoke up.

“I know what you’re thinking Jen, and yes, I was scared when he told me I had to dance because some of the customers had asked. I think they may have been joking, but he thought it was a great idea. He had told me I had a sexy body many times before. I knew Mom wouldn’t interfere, so I didn’t have much choice. He put me together with one of the older girls to train me on how to do it right. She was okay and made me feel comfortable, but that first night – well, I was scared shitless. But it turned out I didn’t need to be. Everyone cheered me on and kept urging me to take off my clothes, so I soon felt better and kinda liked the attention. But taking off my bra and panties was still scary.

“Eventually I got used to it, though, and even looked forward to dancing. I guess I found out I was an exhibitionist, and liked it when people looked at my body. The girl who taught me said I had a gorgeous pussy and should show it off. After seeing most of the other dancers I realized what she meant, that mine was well, kinda different looking, prominent she said, and I guess you’ve noticed my sister’s too,” she looked up at me and smiled. “She told me you couldn’t take your eyes off her when Emily lifted her dress last night and showed hers off,” she giggled.

Now it was my turn to blush. “Well, yes, you two seem to have such large labia,” I stammered as I joined her at the table. “I guess it runs in your family.”

She giggled again, and I was happy she seemed to have settled down a bit. “Well, my mom doesn’t, but my aunt does – I’ve seen her naked before when I was younger, and was surprised to see she didn’t have any pubes like my mom. She told me she shaves her pussy, and I guess I kinda do the same thing now.”

“Yes, I couldn’t help noticing,” I smiled. “And on the subject of your aunt, how well do you know her girlfriend?”

“The one she has now? Not much, except that I don’t like her. She seems like a bitch and that’s why there was no way I was going to stay there with them. Pam didn’t have much choice but I sure did.” Becky had now finished her meal and stood up, taking her dishes over to the sink.

“Your aunt came on to me, you know, when I was over there with Pam. So I wondered how close she was with her girlfriend.”

Becky turned to me and grinned. “Really? That’s wild,” she said. “Maybe she’s not that tight with Janet after all. Good, I hope she dumps her.”

“Well, not for me,” I chuckled. “I have a live-in girlfriend already, as you know.”

“Yeah, Sharon. She’s hot looking,” Becky said, as she came over and hugged me, thanking me for feeding her. “Don’t worry about my aunt, though. She won’t be pissed if you don’t respond. But I’m glad she seems to be maybe getting rid of Janet. My aunt’s not all that bad, really, just into her art and stuff. You might even like her if you get to know her. Oh, and you are hot looking too,” she whispered in my ear as our bodies melded closely together.

“Thank you, sweetie,” I smiled at her, covering her butt cheeks with my palms as I pulled her tightly against me. “But I’m taken, remember?”

She pulled back a bit and tweaked my hardening nipples. “Yeah, I know, and she’s waiting for you right now, so let’s go join them, shall we?” she added with a smirk on her pretty face. “I wanna find out about those jets Emily keeps on raving about. Pam got my pussy warmed up this morning and I’m ready for some more action.”

I pulled away a bit and looked down, sliding one of my hands over her prominent lips, marveling at their fullness, feeling the moisture already gathering, and squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I commented. “You certainly are ready for more action, aren’t you?” I teased, as she thrust her pussy forward, not so eager to leave after all.

“Oh, Jen, that feels so good,” she whimpered as her eyes closed and a slight moan escaped her lips.

I don’t know what came over me then, but I couldn’t resist fingering this young teen’s treasure which seemed to be getting wetter by the second. I quickly knelt down in front of her to explore further and inhale the fragrance that seemed to pour from her, and before I knew it my lips had quickly found their way to her puffy, shiny labia. Her hands grasped the back of my head, tugging at my hair as she ground herself into me, and I responded by grabbing the cheeks of her butt and pulling her tightly against my face, which was now buried between her stumbling legs.

My tongue worked its way between her fleshy lips and snaked into her cunt as one of my fingers found her tight, warm asshole and prodded its way inside. Then she suddenly lost it and cried out as my lips now surrounded her clit which had sprung from its hiding place in tandem with the passion that now seemed to overcome her. Her sweet juices were pouring onto my tongue as my finger probed deeper inside her butt hole, and my mouth seemed to fuse with her deliciously plump pussy.

Then she screamed. Oh my, did she scream. And collapsed, floundering over my kneeling body, completely spent. I managed to hold us both up as she slowly recovered and regained her breathing. I carefully stood and pulled her up with me, and we swayed together for a while until she was fully recovered; well, almost fully.

I pulled back a bit and gently kissed her lips, stroking her long hair as she quietly moaned into my mouth and tasted herself on me. Her blue eyes slowly opened and gazed into mine, a slight smile forming on her face.

“Oh, Jen, that was incredible,” she managed, and hugged me tightly once more. Now I know why Pam loves it here so much. If Emily takes after you, she is definitely in good hands.” And then she giggled again. “Hadn’t we better go join the others before they wonder what we are up to?” she asked shyly.

“Somehow,” I replied, “I think we are all going to be up to the same thing as the day progresses. I think we just got a head start on everyone else.”

“Well, not really,” she reminded me. “We all had something going on earlier, remember? We just mixed things up a bit, changed partners, right? And now I owe you big,” she giggled.

I rubbed my dampening pussy with one hand and smiled, “Yes, I guess you do. You certainly do. Now, let’s go see what’s happening in the hot tub.”

And we grabbed our towels and ran outside laughing, banging the kitchen door behind us.

“What kept you so long?” Emily cried as she saw us coming. Becky and I looked at each other and smiled – smiles that I’m sure Sharon couldn’t help but notice – smiles that told her exactly what had kept us for so long.

Then, without a word, Becky and I both jumped in and hit the jets.

Continue on to Chapter 13