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Pretty Little Waif, Part Two

  • Posted on July 31, 2017 at 3:27 pm

By Puella Amante

Evelyn peeked out through the curtains on the big bay window in her parlor. It was a beautiful summer morning. The sun was shining brightly from a brilliant blue sky.

The drive at the side of the house was worn down to bare earth in the tire tracks, but between those tracks, there was a thriving, humped-up strip of healthy green grass.

The woman watched Mr. Bellows amble up the drive and ignore the stone walkway leading to the wide wooden steps on the large front veranda, heading instead down the side of the house toward the back door.

On that fateful day 14 months earlier, before leaving to board the train that would take him to the Pacific Theater Army Processing Center in San Francisco — Evelyn hated to remind herself of that day — Harold had taken an entire hour to remind her of each of the things she would need to take care of in his absence, consulting a meticulous list he’d written out, which was now pinned purposefully to the wall next to the pantry door in the kitchen.

Mr. Bellows, the black man making his way around her house, featured prominently on that list.

“I’ve spoken to him at length,” Harold had explained. “He’s a good man. You’re to get in touch with him if you need help with anything.”

Mr. Bellows was a handyman in the purest sense of that term. And unlike Evelyn, he was a very good driver, so it was only through this kind, elderly black man, that the woman had any use for the 1939 Plymouth P8 Deluxe Coupe that for the most part stayed cooped up in the double-door shed at the side of her house.

Mr. Bellows regularly drove Evelyn to and from her job at the Woolworth’s store, and every Friday afternoon, as arranged, he would come by, start up the Coupe and drive down to the general store on Main Street with Mrs. Johnson in the back seat so Evelyn could replenish her food and house supplies.

And it was on those Friday afternoons that Mr. Bellows checked the car battery and the oil, and kicked the tires to be sure the car was properly maintained and kept in running condition.

But today was Wednesday morning, not Friday afternoon. And Mrs. Johnson would not be joining him in the Plymouth. She was sending him to pick someone up at an address across town.

Mr. Bellows committed the address to memory without making eye contact with the woman. He’d never learned to read.

Evelyn was nervous as she watched the big car back out of the drive and head off down the street. He wouldn’t be gone long — 20 to 25 minutes perhaps.

She straightened her skirt and looked around the room, trying to calm herself.

She’d woken early that morning, nervous, anticipating, uncertain what to wear. She’d chosen something simple — a very nice, cotton, short-sleeve blouse with buttons down the front, and a modest and plain skirt that fell to just below her knees.

Beneath that modest exterior, Mrs. Johnson had chosen more daring attire, pulling those pretty things out from the bottom of her underclothes drawer that had lain hidden there for the past fourteen months, those lacy things that she’d worn to please her husband.

She actually felt a pang of guilt as she put them on, slowly, delicately, as if she was carefully wrapping a very special gift for a close friend, tucking her lovely breasts into the lacy brassiere, seeing how it barely contained them, connecting the tops of her silky stockings to the straps of her garter belt, and finally, pulling those skimpy bloomers on.

She gasped nervously as she surveyed her sexy image in the full-length mirror on the back of the door to their bedroom. The black lingerie looked so bold on her. She looked positively wicked.

Harold loved her like this — intense, brazen, shameless.

She knew she would be there, like this, for her husband when he came home. She would love him. She would cherish him. She’d be everything he wanted.

But right now, on this day, she needed this for herself. She needed to look good. She needed to feel good. For the first time in fourteen months, she was going to let her sexuality out of its cage.

She’d been a bundle of nerves since Saturday, alternating between intense physical longing and a deep dread, a fear that she was about to do something that might go completely wrong for her. She wanted it so much. It was almost a physical ache. It scared her.

Evelyn was a virgin when she married Harold of course, but sexual feelings had come to her early in life. She’d felt an uncomfortable enthusiasm for those games she played so willingly with other children — those ubiquitous show-me games.

The memory of a delicate scent tickled her as she stood there in the parlor of her big house. That scent triggered a memory of another time and place.

It had been so long since she’d thought of it, years, many years in fact.

It was a warm summer day and she was hidden away in a hot and stuffy backyard woodshed, playing one of those games with another girl. There was a palpable nervous intensity in that shed. There were no giggling boys this time, just the two of them — two girls, playing a very naughty game.

It was Evelyn who pushed the game further than usual, not just pulling her bloomers down to give her friend a quick show, but taking them right off, extending the play.

There was something exceptionally wicked and exciting about doing that with another girl, sitting up on the wood pile, leaning back, lifting her dress, spreading her legs wide, letting the girl see her like that, even reaching down and pulling her lips apart so the girl could look between them, showing her everything.

And then her young friend returned the favor.

That ancient, childhood memory came back to her now like it was yesterday, being there in the shed, looking at the soft folds of her friend’s immature little cunt, seeing it naked, the shape of it — so much like her own, but different too. It seemed puffier, and the little bump between her lips was bigger and sticking right out.

Without even thinking, she had leaned closer for a better look. It was then that the scent had come to her, a sweet-sour girlish scent.

Something clicked inside the woman, stirred by that sweet memory, an uncomfortable association that resonated within her… understanding. She squeezed her thighs together unconsciously. Everything about this made her nervous.

Throughout her teenage years Evelyn had been a proper girl, dutifully saving herself for the man she would marry.

And when marriage came at nineteen, Evelyn was finally able to embrace her sexuality. She quickly came to love sex. It became a very fulfilling part of her young adult life, having a lover, coming together regularly and often to share uninhibited intimacy and urgency, taking care of each other.

But all of that was gone now.

She had every intention of being a good wife for Harold and waiting patiently for his return from the war. And in the mean time, she thought she’d been quite successful in locking up her adult sexual passions, her desires, her feminine needs. She had very deliberately folded them all up and placed them carefully in a big wooden chest, packing them away for safe-keeping, like precious possessions that she would not be needing for a very long time.

But someone had found that chest and opened it, rummaging through the contents, and now Evelyn Johnson was standing in her parlor, filled with sexual passion and urgency, consumed by it, like fourteen months of unfulfilled need had suddenly overwhelmed her all at once.

She was fully aroused. Her adult cunt was warm and moist, and humming softly to her, conspiring against her better judgment, sensing imminent release, anticipating a workout.

Evelyn shook her head, trying clear it. She was still struggling with the lewd and frightening reality of what she was about to do.

It might have been understandable to anyone, even the most pious of people, that a healthy young woman like Evelyn, left all alone, might have needs, desires, passions that might make her think about straying, and imagine seeking release from a source other than the most current version of her now-stale fantasies of her absent husband.

Although an unfaithful act would be completely inexcusable, any reasonable person might easily say, ‘Yes, I can see how she might be tempted.’

And after so many months, tempted she was.

In fact, it had progressed well beyond temptation at this point.

The deal was actually sealed. Before this day was done, 28-year-old Evelyn Johnson was going to be unfaithful to her dear husband. He was away fighting in the war, and she was going to cheat on him. She was going to fall purposefully and willingly into an illicit, physical encounter with a stranger, someone she had just met, someone who was coming to visit her. She had planned the whole thing. She was going to have sex with another person.

But it wasn’t the milkman, or the baker, or the man next door, or her priest, or her husband’s brother who was coming to visit her that day. In fact it wasn’t the need to be penetrated deep and hard that had driven her to extract her lacy under things from hibernation and put them on. It wasn’t the want of love from a big strong handsome man that had fired up her sexual passions and lured the 28-year-old into infidelity.

It was something completely different, something out-of-the-ordinary, something soft and cuddly. It was a cute little bundle of girlish femininity.

Evelyn had just sent her driver to pick up a pretty little nine-year-old who she’d spent some time with in the change room at the Woolworth’s store the previous Saturday.

Something happened to Evelyn in the change room that day. A very naughty and wicked little fire began to burn inside her as she stripped that little girl nearly naked and helped her try on a dress. Being alone with that pretty little girl, taking her clothes off… it felt good, it felt very good. It felt better than she’d felt in a very long time, and she wanted more.

When Evelyn came out of the change room, she gave the little girl’s aunt some money in exchange for having the youngster come to her house one day a week, to help her with the cleaning and chores.

Evelyn’s adult cunt purred softly, whispering sexy things to her.

She had plans for that little girl, and contrary to what her aunt might believe, none of those plans involved housework.

She had nervously mapped the whole thing out like a master criminal planning the perfect caper, leaving nothing to chance.

She was certain she knew how to approach the girl. She was going to move slowly and cautiously. She was going to give young Rebecca the comforting gift of adult attention and approval, and genuine friendship. She was going to offer the girl that special kind of unconditional, parental-style love. She was going to make friends with that poor, lonely little waif. She was going to pull the girl to her bosom, and cuddle her, and hug her, and kiss her in a very motherly way.

And then, when the time was right, once the girl’s guard was down, Evelyn was going to gently offer the nine-year-old a very different kind of love, a warm, grown-up, feminine kind of love.

Those motherly hugs and kisses were going to become measurably more intimate. She was going to let her slender adult fingers take very deliberate and increasingly sexual liberties with the girl, finding the chinks in her thin armor, sneaking under her clothes, touching her, inching closer and closer to those tender, private places, flirting with her, flattering her, whispering soft words of encouragement, calming her, caressing her, molesting her, seducing her.

It was almost unthinkable. It was like she’d fallen asleep one day, and woken up in another world.

Evelyn was a happily married woman. She had never before imagined being unfaithful to her husband. And yet here she was…she had just issued instructions to her driver, her handyman, telling him to go and fetch a pretty little girl, and bring her back to the house… for sexual purposes.

And the things she was planning to do to that child… well, let’s just say that Evelyn had no intention of limiting herself to a few nervous hugs and discreet little touches.

She was going to take her time, but Evelyn was an extremely motivated adult woman. And she was in an elevated state of sexual arousal. She was in heat and she was determined that she was not going to be denied her delicious little prize that day. Everything was going to go according to plan.

Her instincts had taken over. This had become a predator-prey situation in its purest form. She was going to be on that little nine-year-old like a hungry lioness on a defenseless lamb. She was going to lure that unsuspecting little girl into her lair, coax her gently out of her clothes, and then devour her — slowly, intimately, sexually.

After fourteen months of complete sexual denial, Evelyn was consumed by a powerful hunger. She needed to feed, and there was only one thing on the menu — a sweet, immature little girl, with a completely hairless, tasty little cunt between her legs.

Whatever else happened, and whatever the consequences later, Evelyn Johnson had made a solemn promise to herself — before the day was done, she was going to put her adult tongue in that little girl.

It was pretty much all she had thought or dreamed about since Saturday. It was more than a fantasy. It was a consuming passion. The woman was driven by a lewd, lascivious and absolutely irresistible desire to make love to the nine-year-old girl that she’d stripped nearly naked in the change room at the Woolworths store where she worked four days earlier.

She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to control her intense arousal. It was intoxicating. She had to consciously force herself to calm down and take her time. She didn’t want to rape the girl.

Evelyn crossed the room, her eyes unconsciously drifting, looking for anything that might distract her and clear her dark thoughts.

She stopped to look at a very familiar spot on the wall. It was cutout of a poem that had been hung in a very decorative, carved wooded frame. It was a bit of an heirloom, but not one that was worth any money really. It had come to her from her grandmother.

There was a prominent bold heading across the top, with an eight-line poem underneath. It read:

Harper’s Weekly, September 17th, 1887

Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is loving and giving
Thursday’s child works hard for a living
Friday’s child is full of woe
Saturday’s child has far to go
But the child that is born on Sabbath-day
Is bonny and happy and wise and gay

Her eyes lazily scanned each line, and then drifted back up.

Evelyn’s adult cunt flushed as she let herself twist the third line of the poem into a lewd thought. ‘Wednesday’s Child…hmmm, would she be loving? Would she be giving?’

Evelyn was certain that she would.

The woman’s heart leaped when she heard the squeak of the Plymouth’s springs, as her car bumped up over the small, dirt hump at the end of the drive. She sailed quickly across the floor to the front window and peered out through the curtains, watching the big car come to a stop near the stone path up along the front of the house.

Evelyn stepped quickly to the front door and opened it. She stood there holding the screen door open as Mr. Bellows stepped out of the car and walked around to let the girl out of the passenger side.

The woman watched expectantly, hopefully, as the girl stepped tentatively around the front of the car, looking nervously up at the big house.

There was a moment of hesitation when their eyes met, then recognition.

Evelyn felt a flush of warmth sweep over her as the girl smiled and quickened her step, bounding up the stone path to the front veranda, leaving Mr. Bellows alone by the Plymouth.

“I’ll just leave the car here then ma’am, and I’ll be back at four to bring missy home?” the man said.

It wasn’t really a question, though it was worded like one. He was simply confirming the arrangement and the woman’s expectations of him.

“Yes, thank you Mr. Bellows,” Evelyn said.

The girl was stepping lightly up onto the veranda as Evelyn watched the black man amble down her drive, walking away from the house.

She glanced quickly around at the other houses, unconsciously checking for nosy neighbors. No one seemed be taking notice of the girl’s arrival.

Their eyes met once more as the girl arrived at her door.

“Hello, Rebecca,” Evelyn said sweetly, almost overwhelmed and completely disarmed by the charming beauty of the little angel on her doorstep.

There was something different, like a shiny newness in the girl, that made her look even prettier than Evelyn remembered.

“Come in, c-come in,” Evelyn stammered, opening the door wide.

The woman very nearly swooned as the pretty little lamb stepped willingly into her lair. Evelyn paused to take a deep breath as she turned to close her front door. The metallic slap of the deadbolt lock falling into place seemed ominous and final.

It was almost too good to be true. She had the entire day to make it happen. She had a pretty little girl all alone with her in her home…an innocent, juicy little peach that was ripe for plucking.

Evelyn closed her eyes and forced her lurid fantasies into remission, driving those lewd thoughts from her mind, composing herself before turning to face the child.

“My goodness,” she blurted clumsily. “You look absolutely lovely today, Rebecca.”

The girl grinned and blushed.

She looked so different from their first meeting, four days earlier on the floor of the Woolworths store downtown. She had seemed so unkempt, so waif-like that day, with her unkempt hair and her unwashed look — like a beautiful but tarnished piece of silver.

But today, her natural beauty was shining through. She looked fresh and clean, lovingly groomed. Her hair was pulled into ponytails and tied with red ribbons on each side of her head. Her high-trimmed bangs highlighted the charmingly girlish look of her lovely face.

And the dress was nice — not new, of course, and perhaps even a hand-me-down, but lovely nonetheless. It was a typical girl’s summer dress, a short-sleeved, pale green button-back thing that flared out in a wide skirt that hung to just above her knees.

And those little knees were naked, inviting the woman to imagine those equally naked, soft girlish thighs hidden under the material of that summer dress.

Rebecca’s tall white knee socks were tucked into a pair of scuffed-up canvas sneakers that had probably been white at one time, but could now only be described as dirty grey.

“Here, let’s take these shoes off,” Evelyn said, kneeling in front of the girl, tugging at the laces on her sneakers.

The woman had a very defendable reason to remove the girl’s shoes. She truly did not want Rebecca traipsing around her house, or walking on her Persian rug, wearing a pair of dirty sneakers. But, as she removed the girl’s shoes and turned to place them on the mat by the door, the reality of that moment was not lost on Evelyn. She was intimately conscious of the fact that these little shoes were only the start.

The woman’s eyes browsed up the girl’s body, hesitating momentarily at a spot just below her waist. The pale green dress hung loosely on her, disappointingly hiding all evidence of shape or form underneath, but she paused anyway, letting herself anticipate the inevitable unveiling of Rebecca’s undergarments, allowing herself to imagine the shape, the color and the texture of the pretty little bloomers the girl had chosen to put on that day, allowing herself to imagine what it was going to be like to take them off her.

Their eyes met. The girl looked so expectant, so compliant. But there was a hint of vulnerability and nervous uncertainty there as well.

Evelyn smiled, reassuring the girl. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said warmly, rising to her feet, taking Rebecca’s hand in hers. “We’re going to have so much fun today.”

Evelyn led Rebecca into her parlor and sat down on the big, high-back sofa, leaving the girl standing in front of her, still holding onto her hand.

The woman actually twitched, feeling a nervous ticklish sensation flicker its way across her adult cunt as she looked at the charming little nine-year-old standing in front of her.

Evelyn responded instinctively to a momentary impulse, and moved prematurely, parting her knees, inviting Rebecca to step between them, wrapping her arms around the girl, giving her an innocent little hug, hoping that she hadn’t erred by moving too quickly.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m so glad you came today,” she whispered softly, urgently, confessing her desire, apologizing for it.

Evelyn bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, disappearing into a wonderfully warm sensation as she felt the little girl’s arms wrap around her, and hug her back.

“Mmnnngh,” Evelyn sighed softly, turning her head to nuzzle the girl’s neck, pressing her adult lips onto soft naked skin, kissing her, breathing in a very pleasant, clean scent.

“Mmmm, you even smell irresistible!” Evelyn blurted.

“Um, I had a bath last night,” the girl replied clumsily, as if an explanation was required.

Evelyn pulled back a little and looked into Rebecca’s face. “Oh, did you?” she asked.

The girl nodded. “Aunt Millie didn’t want me to, ’cause I usually have a bath on Saturday,” she explained. “But I cried, and then Uncle Ted said I could have a bath if I wanted one.”

It was Evelyn’s turn to blush. “Oh, really,” she said, smiling warmly at the girl.

The woman had been completely disarmed. Here she had been thinking, and planning, and scheming of the ways she was going to take advantage of this defenseless little girl, and seduce her, and molest her, and use her sexually.

Was it possible that this little girl’s understanding of what was going to happen to her that day was that sophisticated? Could she possibly have sensed how intimate her contact with the adult woman was going to be, to the extent that she was willing to risk a confrontation with her aunt so that she might be able to bathe, and prepare herself for that intimacy?

“And who did your hair this morning?” Evelyn asked.

“I did,” the girl replied, blushing lightly.

“Because you were coming to see me?” Evelyn asked.

The girl’s blush deepened as she nodded her reply.

“Well, it looks beautiful,” Evelyn said. “You look beautiful. And I’m so flattered that you that you did this for me. But I’m curious, what did your aunty think about you looking so nice this morning?”

“Well, she looked at me kind of funny,” Rebecca answered. “And she asked me why I was all dolled up.”

“And what did you say?” the woman asked, remembering the momentary suspicion on Rebecca’s aunt’s face at the Woolworths store on Saturday, when Evelyn came out of the change room with the girl.

Rebecca shrugged.

“Sweetheart, this is very important,” she cautioned the girl. “Remember what I said to you on Saturday. We can have a lot of fun together. We can be special friends for each other, but it has to be our secret. We can’t let your aunt find out. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded.

“Tell you what,” Evelyn said, pulling the girl into another hug. “We can fix this. You can tell your Aunt Millie that I gave you an apron to wear today, so you wouldn’t get your dress dirty. And I’ll send a note back with the driver telling her that you shouldn’t dress so nice when coming to work here. Okay?”

“Okay,” the girl responded.

“And next time, don’t ask to take a bath the night before,” Evelyn continued. “You can have a bath when you get here, if you want.”

The woman almost added… ‘we can have one together’… but cautioned herself against such an intimate reference so early in the game.

“I just have to remember to turn the hot water on before you come,” she added.

The girl pulled back a bit from their embrace. “You can turn hot water on?” she asked quizzically.

Evelyn smiled. “Yes,” she explained. “We have an electric tank that heats the water when we turn it on.”

“Oh,” the girl replied. “My Uncle Ted has to heat up the water on the cook stove out in the summer kitchen.”

Evelyn smiled. She was absolutely struck by the beauty and naivety of this young girl, so soft, so innocent, such a lovely face, such wondrous eyes, such a pretty little mouth.

“I am so glad you came to see me today,” the woman whispered softly, reaching brush a couple of strands of hair off her cheek, watching the girl blush and lower her eyes shyly. “You are so pretty…like a lovely little princess.”

She could sense a little bit of nervousness in the girl’s body, but no serious anxiety, no tension, no fear.

Evelyn leaned forward and touched her lips to Rebecca’s forehead. The girl murmured softly, but made no attempt to pull away.

Evelyn kissed her forehead again, and then inched downward, kissing the tip of her nose, making the girl blush.

Things were happening far too quickly. The girl had just stepped into her house moments before, and Evelyn was already entering the danger zone.

This wasn’t how she’d planned it. This was supposed to be a slow seduction. But she couldn’t stop herself, she wanted this little girl, she wanted to hold her, she wanted to hug her, she wanted to touch her, she wanted to kiss that pretty little mouth.

The woman’s heart was thumping nervously in her chest as she discarded any thoughts of caution and gave in to her immediate desire, making her move on the girl, right then and there.

Evelyn Johnson murmured softly, closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly to one side, and boldly grazed her adult lips down onto the nine-year-old girl’s sexy little mouth — pursing them lightly, kissing her, giving her a series of tender little love-pecks.

And these were not innocent, motherly kisses. These were urgent, insistent, tenderly-placed lover’s kisses.

Her plan was out the window. The woman had no idea where she was going next. She was acting on impulse alone, seizing the moment, reveling in it, feeling her adult cunt flush with warmth as she gently planted a series of tender little kisses on Rebecca’s lips.

And as it happened, she did not have to make the next move. The girl made it for her, murmuring softly, snuggling in closer, slipping her slender arms further around Evelyn’s back, offering the woman a nervous, responsive hug.

It was an extremely subtle gesture, almost unnoticeable… a little murmur of contentment, a timid, girlish attempt at an embrace.

But for the sexually charged woman, it was a signal, a message, received loud and clear. The girl was responding to her. She was receptive. She was willing.

The nine-year-old might not completely understand the significance of those intimate signals, but in effect, Rebecca had just given a grown woman permission to sexually molest her. She might as well have whispered that consent directly in Evelyn’s ear…’It’s okay. You can have me if you want. I’ll be a good girl for you.’

Evelyn moaned softly and pressed her adult lips directly onto the nine-year-old’s mouth, initiating a long, sensuous, closed-mouth, lip-rubbing kiss, moving gently, holding it, making it last.

The girl squirmed tentatively and snuggled even closer, letting the kiss happen.

There was no pretending now.

Evelyn Johnson, a sexually mature 28-year-old, married woman, was all alone in her parlor with a pretty nine-year-old girl. She was sitting on the edge of her sofa with that little girl between her knees. She had her wrapped in a lover’s embrace and was kissing her passionately on the mouth.

No one could possibly have mistaken what was happening in that room for anything even remotely described as innocent.

And there was absolutely no resistance in the girl. Evelyn was in heaven. Her adult cunt was buzzing softly, flushing, lubricating, anticipating a workout with the youngster.

She slipped her lips off the girl’s mouth, tracing a line of tender kisses across her cheek to her ear, taking a moment to catch her breath, whispering softly.

“Mmmm, I want you Rebecca,” the woman confessed in a gaspy whisper. “I want to take care of you. I want to love you.”

The woman moved her knees instinctively, spreading them wider, making more room for the girl between them, coaxing her into an even closer embrace, letting the nine-year-old’s body push the hem of her skirt right up into her lap.

The result was immediate and electric.

The woman’s body jerked excitedly as one of the girl’s soft thighs pressed up against the very center of her adult sexuality.

Evelyn flinched nervously as she felt her body respond, switching to auto-pilot, pressing back, her pelvis twitching, moving instinctively, rubbing from side to side.

It was brazen. It was bold. It was unforgivable. She was rubbing her adult cunt up against a nine-year-old girl’s thigh.

Evelyn felt the girl’s body tremble lightly at that extremely intimate contact and then melt, relaxing completely, submissively, giving in to the woman’s bold sexual aggression.

The cat was out of the bag, and so were Evelyn’s hands, moving, flirting downward, touching the girl, feeling her.

“Oh, fuck, I want you so much,” the woman gasped as she cupped Rebecca’s girlish bum in her hands and gently squeezed those cute little cheeks through the thin material of her little summer dress.

She pulled back looking into the girl’s lovely face, seeing confusion and nervousness, but not a hint of fear. The girl’s lips were parted. She was breathing deeply. Her eyes were half-closed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Evelyn whispered. “I shouldn’t use bad words in front of you.”

She hesitated. The girl looked so innocent, so submissive, so willing.

“It’s just that I can’t help myself, I want you so much.” Evelyn added, leaning down to touch her open lips on the girl’s, letting their warm breath mix.

“I want you so fucking much,” Evelyn whispered, using the word again.

She needed the girl to understand the grownup, sexual nature of the things they were doing, the things they were going to do, and oddly, using that word seemed an appropriate way to do that. It was something intimate, something very naughty that she could share with the girl.

It is important to remember that Evelyn Johnson was not a vulgar woman. She was a proper lady. She never swore, not even in anger. The only time that word ever rolled off her tongue was in the privacy of her bedroom, in the heat of passion, when she whispered that intimate obscenity and others to her husband, conspiring with him in the animal intensity of their sexual arousal.

And now she was using that word with a little girl, for the exact same purpose — for intimacy, and to engage the girl in a secret sexual conspiracy. She was using the word ‘fuck’ to teach a nine-year-old girl about sexual intimacy, to help her understand it.

But she was also holding back.

If the Evelyn had actually been speaking the completeness of her mind in that moment, confessing all of her intimate desires to the girl, then in fairness, she should have added the following:

“I want to lick that pretty little cunt of yours. I want to tongue-fuck you, sweetheart.”

Because that is exactly what the wickedly horny, sexually deprived woman was thinking as the fingers of her right hand slipped down the back of the girl’s legs, flirting their way past the hem of her little dress, finding soft, naked, girlish skin, touching it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” she whispered softly, letting her breath slip between the girl’s open lips, following that breath with the bold tip of her adult tongue.

Rebecca squirmed in the woman’s arms. It all felt so strange, so wicked, and it was happening so quickly.

She knew that funny things were going to happen during her visit with the lady she met at the Woolworths store. She knew the lady wanted to do things with her, things that grown-ups aren’t supposed to do with little girls.

She should have said no. She should have told her Aunt Millie that she didn’t want to work for this lady. And if her aunt insisted, she could have pretended she was sick that day, or she could have told her aunt and uncle that the lady had kissed her and touched her inappropriately that day in the change room.

But nine-year-old Rebecca didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, she talked her uncle into letting her have a bath the night before. And that morning she chose a pretty dress to wear, and fixed her hair up in ponytails with two bright red ribbons.

She knew what the lady wanted from her, and it was a little scary because she’d never done anything like this before. She’d been warned about grown-ups who like to do things with little girls.

But she liked this lady, and she’d made a decision. She’d decided to ignore those warnings.

She didn’t know all of the things that were going to happen to her that day. She had absolutely no sexual experience at all.

And several times over the last four days, when she allowed herself to imagine what might happen in the woman’s home, Rebecca had pictured herself standing in a big room, not unlike the room she was in at the moment. She saw herself just standing there frozen, helpless, embarrassed, unable to move, as the woman slowly and methodically removed her clothes, all of them, unwrapping all of her girlish secrets, stripping her as naked as the day she was born, leaving her defenseless and completely available for whatever it was that those grown-ups like to do to little girls.

So there was absolutely no doubt.

The little girl knew what she was getting herself into when she walked into the woman’s home. She knew that at some point during her visit, she was going to be stripped naked and sexually molested by Mrs. Johnson, and no one was going to come to her rescue.

It made her incredibly nervous and a little scared to think about being bare naked with the lady, and doing naughty things with her, and keeping it secret from her aunt and uncle.

But strangely, it also made her feel flattered and special, and mischievous and tingly in an excited sort of way, knowing that the pretty lady wanted her, had chosen her.

So in a general sense, she may have known what she was getting herself into, but nothing in her young life had prepared her for what she was experiencing at that moment. Her body was trembling, her mind was racing, and her fingers were clenching nervously as she struggled with the alien sensation of having an adult woman’s tongue pushed into her open mouth, circling around, playing with hers, exploring.

And the sound and feel of the woman’s heavy breath and her soft whimpers were oddly familiar. It reminded her of those strange sounds that she sometimes heard coming from her aunt and uncle’s bedroom late at night — nervous, anxious, sexual sounds, sounds that made her feel funny between her legs as she lay there under her blankets.

“Mmmmnth.”

It was the girl’s turn to whimper as the slender fingers of the woman’s right hand slipped up under the back of her dress, up onto the material of her bloomers, touching her bum, feeling it, gently squeezing her cheeks, feeling her up, molesting her.

There was not even a hint of resistance in the girl. There was no effort to protest or retreat from the intimate touch of the woman’s hand.

Evelyn’s left hand joined in, working quickly, hiking up Rebecca’s dress in front, draping it over the material of her own skirt in her lap.

For the woman, it was like the temperature in the room had just gone up several degrees. Down there between her legs, she could now feel the soft naked skin of the girl’s thighs brushing over the tops of her stockings, and above that, touching her own naked skin, and above that, making contact with the warm crotch of her sexy black bloomers.

Evelyn’s pelvis squirmed delightfully, celebrating the intimacy of that contact, brazenly rubbing her adult cunt up against Rebecca’s naked leg.

They were at the threshold.

Continue on to Part Three

Caring for Molly, Chapter 1

  • Posted on July 30, 2017 at 3:06 pm

By Girl Lover

 

Wanted: Caregiver for 11-year-old girl, blind, disabled, wheelchair-bound. Mon–Fri, 3:00–9:00 PM, $9/hr, 512-555-1278

The ad caught Kendra’s eye. She pulled it off the bulletin board and read it again.

Blind and disabled. Shit, that sucks’, she thought, ‘Nine dollars an hour, though. Nine dollars times six hours a day… that’s fifty-four dollars a day, times five days is…’

She dug out her phone and accessed the calculator. 54 x 5 = 270. Kendra’s eyes widened in amazement. Almost three hundred dollars a week. The sixteen-year-old knew a lot of things she could buy with that much money. In just four weeks, she could have over a thousand dollars. She didn’t know what would be involved with taking care of a handicapped girl, but for two hundred and seventy dollars a week, she was willing to find out.

“What’re you looking at?”

Pocketing the paper, Kendra turned to see one of her friends, Stacy, standing beside her. “Oh, just checking the ads.”

They turned away and walked toward the cafeteria. It was lunchtime at McCallum Middle/High School, a school that combined grades 6 through 12 in the same school. They got in line and then sat with their other friends at their usual table.

After school let out at three o’clock, Kendra hurried home.

“Mom!” she called out, dropping her backpack on the couch. “There’s this job after school—”

“Kendra, the couch is not where your backpack goes!”

“Ohhh!” Kendra groaned as she went over and picked it up, and hurried to her room. Quickly opening the door, she tossed the backpack toward the bed, then returned to the kitchen where her mother was slicing potatoes.

“There’s this job that pays two hundred and seventy dollars a week! It’s from three to nine every day—”

Her mom turned. “Three to nine?! From the time you get out of school until nine at night?! What about your homework? What about family time?”

“Mommm! It pays two hundred and seventy dollars! You’re always telling me how expensive things are. Well, with this job, I can buy my own stuff. And I can do my homework while I’m there.”

“But nine at night. That’s too late. Your father and I will hardly see you.”

“Yes, you will. You’ll see me on weekends,” Kendra replied sarcastically.

Her mother gave her that look that she had become accustomed to giving as her daughter became older but not necessarily wiser. She looked at the girl for several seconds, thinking. Kendra did have a point about the money. She was always wanting some new outfit or jewelry, and now that she was sixteen, she was hanging out with her friends more, which meant even more money needed.

“Who’s this person you’re watching?”

“She’s eleven, but she’s blind and in a wheelchair or something. I think I’m supposed to help her with stuff,” Kendra replied.

“How do you know you’ll be able to do your homework if you’re busy attending a disabled girl?”

“I’ll ask ‘em that when I call about the job.”

Her mother thought some more. Helping a disabled person was a worthwhile cause. She shrugged, “Okay. I suppose since you’re helping someone who really needs help, that’s something I can’t say no to. But I want you to keep on top of your homework, and we’re going to have family time when you get home.”

Kendra smiled and gave her hug. “Thanks, Mom. The money will sure come in handy.”

“Well, I’m glad you’ve got your priorities straight.” Her mother rolled her eyes and went back to preparing dinner as Kendra pulled out her phone and dialed the number on the ad.

After a short conversation with the girl’s mother who answered, Kendra drove over to their house. When she turned onto Exposition Blvd where the address was, she gawked at the luxurious homes set back from the street and apart from each other, each seemingly on its own acre of land. The abundance of trees in the yards provided plenty of shade everywhere. She found the address and pulled into the driveway, staring in awe at the large house as she climbed out of her car.

“So, this is what it’s like to be rich,” she remarked to herself as she stepped up onto the porch and rang the bell.

The door was opened by a thirty-something woman with medium length dark hair, wearing a casual dress. “Hi! Come on in.”

Kendra walked inside a tidy, elegant home. Carpeted floors, lavish furnishings, and a patio window overlooking a swimming pool in the back.

“Thank you so much for coming, Kendra. I’m Ms. Carrington.”

Kendra shook her hand and followed her towards the couch. “Please have a seat,” Ms. Carrington indicated to the teenager. They both sat.

“As I stated in the ad, I need a caregiver for my daughter, Molly. The lady who was doing it had to move, and so I need someone who’s dependable and understanding, who can come here after school and stay with her till I get off work at nine. On Fridays, I usually work till midnight. Molly is very self-sufficient, but there are some things she needs help with, such as cooking dinner, helping her in and out of the bathtub for her bath, exercising her legs when she goes to bed and anything else that might come up. Most importantly, she needs a companion. Someone to be with her and talk to when I’m not here. Are you okay with all these things?”

“Yes, Ms. Carrington. I’ve babysat before.”

“Well, it can be challenging. Her condition makes it difficult for her sometimes and so she’ll have her good days and bad days. That’s when she especially needs you, and you’ll need patience and understanding of what it’s like for her.”

Kendra frowned confusedly. “Her bad days?”

Ms. Carrington gave a halfhearted smile as her voice became quieter. “Sometimes her condition overwhelms her and reminds her how much she can’t do. She’ll hear the other kids running around and playing and she wants to join them so bad… she does the best that she can, though.”

She reached over towards the coffee table for a tissue to dry her eyes. “Her bad days are bad for me too.”

After several seconds, Kendra, trying to be as polite as possible, said, “Has she always been…?”

“Yes. She was born with multifocal mononeuropathy. It was a difficult birth, premature, and complications caused the nerves involved with her vision and leg muscles to be damaged.”

“Is there any way to fix it?” Kendra asked hopefully.

“No,” Ms. Carrington shook her head sadly. “She’ll be this way the rest of her life.”

She was quiet for a few seconds, seemingly thinking to herself, before saying, “Could you stay until about eight tonight? I can make you some dinner, and that way you can see what the job’s like and if you’ll be comfortable with things like helping her in and out of the tub and exercising her legs.”

“Sure, I can stay.”

Ms. Carrington stood up. “Good, okay, let’s meet Molly.”

She led Kendra down the hall. “Because of her condition, Molly’s always shy around strangers, so it may take some time for her to warm up to you.”

Opening the door at the end of the hall, she said in a cheerful tone, “Molly, there’s someone here who would like to meet you.” The woman stepped inside and Kendra slowly followed.

Inside, she saw a large bedroom, similar to her own in some ways, only bigger. As she looked around, she saw that the walls were bare with no pictures or mirror. Thinking it odd at first, she then remembered the girl was blind and wouldn’t be able to use such things. There was a long, low shelf with some books, board games and other toys, a computer on a desk, and a plush stuffed animal duck on the bed. The little girl was on her bed reading a book which surprised Kendra.

Molly looked up from her book towards her mother, a look of nervousness on her face.

Ms. Carrington walked towards the bed and sat on it at Molly’s feet. “Come on in,” she said to Kendra.

Kendra slowly came over and stood next to the bed while Molly set down the book.

“Molly, this is Kendra. Kendra, this is Molly,” Ms. Carrington said.

“Uh, hi,” said Kendra, not knowing what to expect.

Instead of returning her greeting or even looking at her, Molly whispered gloomily to her mother, “I want Mrs. Lebowitz.”

“I know you do, but we talked about this last night. Her husband got a new job and she had to move,” Ms. Carrington explained patiently before turning to Kendra. “Mrs. Lebowitz was the lady who stayed with Molly before. They were very close, and it’s hard to say goodbye sometimes.”

Kendra nodded as Ms. Carrington suggested to Molly, “Why don’t you tell Kendra about your book.”

“Why can’t Mrs. Lebowitz come back?”

“Molly, we’ve been over this,” Ms. Carrington said with a bit of exasperation. “There’s someone else here who wants to meet you. What are you reading?”

Molly didn’t answer, instead raising the book so her mother could read the title, Nancy Drew: The Secret of the Old Clock. Still tying to coax her daughter out of her shell, Ms. Carrington tried to engage her again, “Ooh, that’s your favorite one, isn’t it? Do you want to tell Kendra what it’s about?”

Molly quietly shook her head.

Ms. Carrington looked at Kendra and sighed, “I’m sorry. Like I said, sometimes it takes her a while to warm up.”

She got to her feet. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the house.” She left the room and Kendra followed.

As they walked, Ms. Carrington explained quietly, “Part of the problem is because she’s different from everyone else. Everyone else can see and walk, but she can’t. She’s embarrassed by having to use a wheelchair when nobody else does. Also, she doesn’t have any friends except the few other students and teachers in her class. Since she only sees them during school, she gets really lonely. Now that Mrs. Lebowitz is gone, she feels more alone than ever.”

Ms. Carrington showed Kendra the bathroom and the kitchen, explaining things as they went. Then they stepped out onto the back patio where Kendra stared enviously at the below-ground pool. The wooded yard stretched out much farther than her own backyard and had ivy and garden decorations scattered about. They walked over to the pool and as they looked out over the yard, Kendra remembered something that had puzzled her. “How can Molly read that book if she’s blind?”

“It’s written in braille. Lots of books are.”

“And the games and the computer?”

“The games are in braille along with the computer keyboard. The computer has an audible voice that describes things on the screen so she can navigate it. There’s also a program called Jaws which reads any text on the internet.”

Kendra noticed that the side of the pool facing the house had a ramp leading down into it. “Does Molly, um, go swimming?”

“Yes. She rolls her wheelchair down the ramp into the pool. Once the water’s deep enough, she can float out of her chair with a swim vest that she wears to keep her on the surface since she can’t use her legs.”

“What else can she do?”

“Oh, lots of things. She loves making things out of Play-Doh, listening to music, going to the park, playing putt-putt golf. Some things, such as golf, she needs help with, but she can do them.”

“You said earlier that she needs help getting in and out of the tub, and also her legs exercised?”

“Yes, she’s not strong enough to lower herself safely into the tub when she’s starting her bath and when she’s done, she can’t get out of the tub and into her wheelchair again. A person’s legs weigh a lot and trying to lift yourself up is really hard unless your arms are strong. About the leg exercising… because she can’t move her legs, if the joints in the hips, knees, and feet aren’t moved regularly, they can lock up permanently. It’s called contracture. Nurses in hospitals move the joints of bed-bound patients to prevent it.”

They stood quietly looking at the yard before a voice broke the silence behind them.

“Mom?”

They both turned around to see Molly in her wheelchair just inside the backdoor, her sightless eyes vainly searching for them. “Can we have pizza for dinner?”

“Sure, honey. Come out here with us.”

Molly didn’t move. Ms. Carrington walked over to her while Kendra remained behind at the pool. Kneeling down, Ms. Carrington told her quietly, “Molly, please give Kendra a chance.”

“I want Mrs. Lebowitz,” Molly repeated in her small, sad voice.

“I know, dear. But she can’t be here, and we need someone to help. I think if you give her a chance, you’ll like Kendra just as much.”

“But she doesn’t know me. She’ll think I’m stupid like the other kids do.”

“No, she won’t. She’s not that way. And unless you tell her about yourself, she’ll never know who you are. You need to talk to her and show her what you can do. Show her how smart and capable you are. Tell you what. Let’s go to your room and you can show her your stuff and then I’ll order us a pizza, okay?”

“Okay.”

Ms. Carrington stood up and smiled at Kendra. “Let’s go in and look at Molly’s things.”

Molly turned her wheelchair around and Ms. Carrington and Kendra followed her inside to her bedroom. Kendra was amazed at how Molly was able to head straight for the hallway and to her room without bumping into anything.

Once they were back in her room, Molly listlessly waved her arm and said in a dreary voice, “These are my books and games.”

“Molly, your stuff isn’t boring!” Ms. Carrington chided. “Tell Kendra why you like everything. Tell her about Nancy Drew.”

“Well… she’s a detective…” Molly began, then faltered.

“And?” her mother encouraged.

“And she’s got her own car… and she’s smart. Smarter than grownups!” Molly became more enthusiastic, “And she can do all kinds of things!”

Just as suddenly as she’d started, Molly seemed to run out of things to say and became quiet again.

“Why don’t you show Kendra your games,” said Ms. Carrington.

Molly wheeled herself along the side of the room, feeling her way with her left hand on the shelf. She touched the game of Monopoly, running her fingers quickly across the front of it, feeling the raised braille bumps along the surface, spelling out the name. “This is Monopoly.”

“She’s very good at that one,” Ms. Carrington mentioned to Kendra. “She beats me all the time.”

Molly continued pushing her chair along the shelf as her fingers ran along the other games. “…Scrabble…” Feeling more confident with her mom’s compliment, she added almost smugly, “You have to know a lot of words to play that… Uno… Sorry…”

Reaching the end of the games, her fingers felt the containers of Play-Doh and a coloring book, both of which seemed childish to her. Quickly pulling her fingers away, she stopped and turned around, then remained silent, looking embarrassed.

“Show Kendra your computer,” Ms. Carrington coaxed her.

Molly pushed her wheelchair across the room, steering around the bed without bumping into it, again impressing Kendra as to how Molly knew where the bed was without feeling for it.

Stopping in front of the computer, Molly turned it on. Once the Windows screen appeared, she put her hand on the mouse and moved it around. As the cursor touched the desktop icons, an audible voice named each one. Molly selected an icon called Access Invaders and began playing it. It was apparently a Space Invaders type of game with verbal cues to help the player. Kendra watched amazed at how adept Molly was in listening for the audio cues to guide her in playing.

“I’ve gotten all the way to level ten,” Molly proclaimed proudly.

Kendra watched spellbound. After a minute, she asked, “How’d you get so good?”

“I play it a lot.”

“Sometimes you play it too much,” her mother commented.

“No, I don’t,” Molly replied, then asked Kendra, “Do you play any games?”

“No, not really.”

“Hey, do you want to play Sorry with me?” Molly asked her.

“Sure!”

Molly exited the computer game, then quickly wheeled over to the shelf, briefly touching the boxes, reading them till she came to the game she was looking for. She took it off the shelf and brought it to the bed. Removing the lid, she lifted the game board out and laid it down, then handed Kendra several pieces while taking other pieces for herself.

“Put your pieces in the spaces for your color like I’m doing,” Molly instructed her.

Kendra looked at what Molly was doing and copied her.

“Now, I’m gonna go first.” Molly pushed the plastic dome in the center of the board, causing a electronic voice to say, “FOUR.” Molly moved the first of her pieces four spaces, then told Kendra, “Now you go. Push this.” She pointed to the plastic dome.

Kendra did so. “TWO.” Kendra moved her first piece two spaces.

Ms. Carrington watching from the doorway, a slight smile on her face, quietly left and went back to the living room to order the pizza.

Kendra and Molly continued playing, then Kendra remembered that she had to call her mother to tell her about staying at the Carrington’s till eight. After she made the call, they continued playing until Ms. Carrington’s voice sounded from the dining room, “The pizza’s here!”

Molly drew a quick breath of excitement and began pushing the wheels of her chair as fast as she could out the door and down the hall. Kendra followed along behind her.

As Kendra came into the dining room, Ms. Carrington called her over. She had an empty plate in front of her and a slice of pizza in her hand.

“I wanted to show you how I make Molly’s dinner plate. I make it the same way no matter what food we’re having. Think of this plate like the face of a clock. The main food goes at six o’clock. And the two sides…” she laid two BBQ wings and two breadsticks on the plate “…go at two o’clock and 10 o’clock. That way, she knows where the food is on her plate.” She placed the plate in front of Molly.

While they ate, Ms. Carrington conversed with Kendra about school and her own family. During their talk, Ms. Carrington became convinced that Kendra was the right person for the job. Molly remained silent despite her mother’s attempts to draw her into the conversation.

After they finished eating, Ms. Carrington picked up the plates and took them to the kitchen. “Molly, it’s time for your bath. Since Kendra is going to be staying with you, I need to show her how we help you in and out of the tub.”

Kendra watched as Molly’s face become instantly alarmed. “No, Mom — she doesn’t need to watch! I can do it myself!”

“Sweetie, I know it’s embarrassing, but it’s too easy for you to fall and hurt yourself.”

“Well, you can help me.”

“I’m not always going to be here, though. I’ll be at work and that’s why Kendra needs to watch me do it so she can help you.”

“Then I’ll just wait until you to come home.”

“No, you can’t stay up that late waiting for me. Look! You need help and that’s what Kendra’s here for. She needs to know what to do and—”

“I don’t want her to help me!”

“You didn’t have any problems with Mrs. Lebowitz helping you.”

“That was different!”

Seeing how agitated Molly was becoming, Ms. Carrington went over to her and knelt in front of the girl, taking her hands and saying gently, “I know you don’t want this. Neither do I, but it’s so you won’t get hurt. Kendra won’t make fun of you. I wouldn’t have her here if she wasn’t a good person, and I’ll be right there with you tonight.”

Though still not liking it, Molly silently nodded her head.

“Thank you, sweetie,” said her mother.

Molly unenthusiastically wheeled herself to the bathroom and Ms. Carrington turned on the water, letting the tub fill up.

As they waited outside the door for Molly to undress, Ms. Carrington quietly explained to Kendra, “She’s already embarrassed enough needing someone to help her do things, and now to be exposed this way…”

She grimaced and sighed. “This is one of those times that you’ll need to be understanding and imagine what it’s like for her.”

Kendra nodded, and after a moment asked, “Does Molly need help getting into bed?”

“No, the bed is at the same level as the wheelchair, so she can do that for herself.”

“Mom…?” they heard from behind the door.

Ms. Carrington went inside and walked over to Molly, who tried to cover her nakedness. As Kendra watched, Ms. Carrington explained how to do it as she helped Molly out of her chair.

“Molly will hold onto your shoulders while you pick her up under her legs and back, then…” she turned toward the tub and slowly lowered the girl “…squat down.”

Ms. Carrington stood back up. “After she’s done with her bath, do the same thing in reverse to put her back in her chair.” Then she motioned Kendra out of the bathroom. “She’ll call us when she’s done.”

They waited in the living room and talked while Molly bathed herself. About fifteen minutes later, they heard her calling out, “Mom…”

As they went into the bathroom, Kendra saw that the water was drained and Molly had already dried herself off and had the towel wrapped around her as she sat in the tub. “Here, Kendra. You do it,” Ms. Carrington offered.

Kendra went over and squatted down. Molly reluctantly put her arms around Kendra, who carefully picked her up, hoping she wouldn’t tumble out of her arms. Staying on her knees, Kendra managed to place Molly back in her chair.

“Good job!” Ms. Carrington cheered.

“She’s not as heavy as I thought she’d be,” said Kendra.

“Now I’ll show you how we exercise her legs.”

As Molly wheeled herself into her room, Ms. Carrington and Kendra followed. Molly went over to the chest of drawers, took out a nightgown and pulled it over herself, then went to the bed. Kendra watched as she half pulled, half rolled herself onto it.

Ms. Carrington said to Kendra, “Go around to the other side of the bed.”

Kendra did and watched Ms. Carrington as she lifted Molly’s right leg.

“First, move the hip joint.” She slowly pushed Molly’s leg toward her chest, then straightened it again, as Kendra carefully watched. “Now, move it in all directions. In a circle. Away from the body. Now, we do the knee… and then the ankle…”

After setting Molly’s leg down, Ms. Carrington said, “Okay, you try.”

Kendra did all the things she’d seen with the other leg as Ms. Carrington watched.

When she was finished, Ms. Carrington announced with a smile to Kendra, “That’s it. You’re done. Not so hard, is it?”

“No. A lot better than changing diapers,” Kendra grinned back.

Ms. Carrington leaned over and kissed Molly’s forehead, “Goodnight, dear.”

She went over to the light switch, turning it off, then as Kendra walked out of the room with her, she quietly closed the door and they went to the living room.

“Well, what do you think of the job? Is there any part of it that you’re uncomfortable with?”

“No, I can do this.”

“Oh, good. You don’t know how hard it is to find someone willing to do this kind of work. Can you come straight here after school tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

Ms. Carrington smiled, “Great! Well, I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

She walked Kendra to the front door. As she opened the door, she said, “I can’t tell you how much it means to me to have someone here for her. Even though she’s standoffish now, she’ll get used to you, and then you’ll be the best of friends. Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

*****

The next day at school between second and third period, Kendra was walking hand in hand with her boyfriend, Jason, on their way to algebra. Suddenly, she spotted Molly on the opposite side of the hall slowly wheeling herself towards them alongside the wall.

As Kendra watched, she saw that everyone else in the busy hallway was either talking to someone or walking together as a couple or a group, but Molly was alone. When her wheelchair approached someone at their locker, they would simply stand aside and wait for her to pass. With a dismal look on her face, the eleven-year-old slowly pushed her chair, marooned in her own world.

Her heart going out to the girl, Kendra stopped walking. “That’s the kid I’m gonna be taking care of,” she told Jason.

“Which one?”

“The one in the wheelchair.”

“The retard?”

Kendra shot a harsh look at him. “She’s not retarded!”

Crossing the hall, she offered a greeting. “Hi, Molly.”

Evidently caught off guard, Molly jerked her head toward the sound, an alarmed look on her face.

After a few seconds, Molly said aloud, “Hello?” her head moving back and forth, searching for some sign of the invisible voice.

“It’s me, Kendra. We met at your house yesterday.”

Not knowing how to respond, Molly simply said, “Oh, um, hi.”

“I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh… okay.” The confidence and enthusiasm she had exhibited last night during their game of Sorry was completely gone here at school.

“Well, so, I’ll see you after school.”

Molly didn’t answer, just slightly nodded her head sadly as she continued on down the hall. Watching her go, Kendra had never seen a more pitiful person.

“I can’t stand idly by,” she mumbled to herself.

“What?”

She turned toward Jason, who had come up beside her. “I think I’ll eat lunch with her today and see her classroom.”

“Nothin’ doin’. We’re gonna hang out at the kicker steps,” Jason protested, then added hopefully, “Maybe we can go to the equipment room and you can show me that purty little body of yours.”

Suddenly filled with revulsion, Kendra scowled at him, “No! There’s other things in life besides hanging out at the kicker steps.”

Turning to look at the departing Molly, she said quietly, “I want to see what she’s like. What her world’s like.”

At lunchtime, after going through the line and getting some spaghetti and a roll, Kendra told her friends she had something else to do and would see them later. She knew that the special ed kids never ate lunch in the cafeteria, so she went to the special ed classroom. Though she had passed by it numerous times, she’d never gone inside.

Walking up to the door, she softly knocked. A few seconds later, a young man opened it. “Hi, can I help you?”

Momentarily at a loss for words, Kendra finally managed to find her voice, “Uh, my name’s Kendra. Molly’s mom hired me to watch her after school, and I was wondering if maybe I could have lunch with her?”

As she said this, it sounded stupid to her, but it was the truth and the only thing she could think of.

“Sure!” The young man surprised her by opening the door wide, inviting her to enter. “Please come in.”

Kendra stepped inside. Being the special ed room, she didn’t know what to expect so everything was a surprise.

Looking around, she saw five students, each at a computer and wearing headphones, and a woman hovering over one of them. She found Molly, but didn’t approach her right away. Molly was obviously concentrating on her computer tasks and Kendra didn’t want to interrupt what she was doing.

Three of the kids, including Molly, were in wheelchairs. One of them, a boy, flailed his arms about randomly. Looking at one of the girls in a wheelchair, Kendra saw that she seemed almost completely immobile, barely able to move her finger to push the large colored buttons in front of her.

Walking over to the board and examining the schedule, Kendra saw that lunch would start in a few minutes, so she put down her spaghetti and decided to wait. Speaking quietly so she wouldn’t disturb the students, she asked the man, whose name was Mark, “What are they doing now?”

“Taking a multiple choice test over what they’ve learned today. Later, me and Ms. Luedtke will look at the results to see if there’s anything they didn’t understand and that needs to be re-taught.”

Reviewing the schedule on the board — Art, Math, Community Outing, Lunch, Job Skills, Reading, Gym — Kendra asked, “What’s Community Outing?”

“We take them on field trips to different places to help them learn how to function in life. Today, we went to the HEB grocery store. They each were given a list of things to get and we helped them as needed.”

Seeing a blender on the counter, Kendra asked, “What’s the blender for?

“Two of our students can’t eat solid food, so we liquefy soft foods such as potatoes and bread in the blender. Then they can drink it instead of having to chew.”

“Shit,” Kendra mumbled sadly under her breath.

“I really appreciate you coming,” Mark said quietly. “It means a lot to them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hardly anyone ever visits here or even talks to them in the hall. They’re ignored. Treated like pariahs. They’re not weird or stupid. They just need to do things a little differently. You don’t know how much it means for someone to show them that they care.”

As Kendra watched Molly in her wheelchair, her finger pressing a button on the computer every few seconds, she realized she’d stepped into another world that she never knew existed. One similar to hers, but so much different.

“Okay, lunchtime!” Ms. Luedtke announced cheerfully. The students took off their headphones and three of the students, including Molly, went to a set of cupboards and grabbed the lunches they had brought.

Kendra picked up her tray and went over to the table that Molly was heading toward. “Hi, Molly. It’s me, Kendra. Is it okay if I eat with you today?”

Molly didn’t say anything. Kendra could tell that she wasn’t being deliberately rude, but instead seemed nervous and uncertain.

“Hi, I’m Ms. Luedtke.”

Kendra turned around, “Oh, hi. Um, I’m Kendra. I was wondering if I could have lunch with Molly.”

“Molly?” Ms. Luedtke asked, “Would you like Kendra to eat with you?”

Molly didn’t speak or move for a few seconds, not even raising her head. Finally she just slightly shrugged her shoulders.

Ms. Luedtke sat down at the table and motioned for Kendra to sit also. The kids and Kendra began eating their lunches.

“How do you know Molly?” Ms. Luedtke asked.

“Her mom hired me to stay with her after school.”

“Ooh, that’s great. Molly is a real joy to be with, although…”

She looked at Molly who appeared to be sulking. “You’re being awfully quiet, Molly. Why don’t you tell Kendra about the project you finished yesterday.”

Molly pulled within herself even more. “Molly!” Ms. Luedtke reproached her. “You should be proud! You worked so hard on it!”

Turning back to Kendra, the woman said, “It’s a science report on animals. She did the research and typed it all up and it even has diagrams! It’s hanging up in the hallway. Would you like to see it?”

“Sure,” Kendra exclaimed happily.

“Come on! I’ll show you!”

Ms. Luedtke pushed her chair back, stood up and walked toward the door. Kendra followed her out into the hall. There on the wall along with other students’ projects was a large poster with several typed pages, diagrams, and the title, Zoology.

“She really got into this. Sometimes a student doesn’t want to do the work, or their spirit isn’t in it, but she really enjoyed this one. You see, she started with—”

“I can tell her about it myself. It’s my project.”

Kendra was surprised by Molly’s suddenly appearance, though Ms. Luedtke wasn’t. “Okay, Molly,” she smiled.

“First, I said what makes an animal an animal, then I put them into groups, then I say where they live and what they eat and…”

As Molly talked about her project, Ms. Luedtke quietly went back inside, smiling to herself. Kendra listened, fascinated, as Molly explained everything. When Molly had finished, Kendra told her, “That’s really good!”

“Do you honestly think so?”

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s just that, well, other kids…” Molly’s voice faded.

Kendra knelt down. “I think it’s great. I really do.”

Molly gave a half-hearted smile. The bell rang.

“Oh, shoot,” said Kendra, “I gotta go to class. I’ll see you later, after school.”

She stood and started to wave to Molly, then realized what she was doing — but decided to wave anyway.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Starlight Lover, Part One

  • Posted on July 30, 2017 at 12:03 pm

By Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2006 }

I am Kirstin Melchovic. I captain the Nova Princess, a freighter I converted from a passenger vessel after taking over the mortgage on it. Five years of my life had been poured into the ship making runs from Earth to Mars or Europa even out as far as Century Station in the Proxima Centauri system. Mostly, though, I ferry ice between Europa and Uranus. I hardly ever took passengers, being that I had only my own state room, my engineer’s quarters and four rooms I’d kept just in case. Besides the flight was not very comfortable since most of the ship had to be kept below freezing to preserve the ice.

My ship was large enough that I could carry sufficient ice to restock a station’s fresh water for at least six months with current recycling technology. Of course like all things the ice routes would eventually dry up due to better treatment facilities and I’d have to find a new type of cargo to haul.

Two hundred years ago on Earth there were people that ferried goods around the various territories in what must have been large vehicles for the times. They were called truck drivers in North America, and basically that was really all I was.

My life was really simple. Gerald my engineer kept to himself back in the engine room. I might only see him once or twice in a month. I entertained myself with ultrawave programs or virtual reality and I liked the solitude. I’d had a few lovers. Once upon a time I’d had a girl in every port, but in the ten years I’d been serving on and now commanding freighters I’d lost interest in women as a whole. Not that I’d gained interest in men, no — and if I had, Gerald was right there. No, he had to content himself with the Betty he’d pulled out of the scrap heap on Mars. For me, things just never seemed to click with any of my girl friends.

After salvaging her, Gerald had wiped the Betty’s memory. Most of them had a huge storage capacity and the lion’s share of it was filled with ways to pleasure us humans. Not ‘Mindy’ as he called her. She had the basic hooker program running, it was in her ROM after all, but he’d nearly filled her drive with engineering information and ship maintenance. Leave it to a gearhead to turn a Betty into an engineering assistant.

I didn’t mind the extra hands, though. I didn’t have to pay her, and her AI wasn’t as plastic as most bots. She could cook and had some basic conversation built in so once in a while I’d have dinner with her. I even slept with her one night, taking my engineer’s suggestion that I ‘get laid’. It was way too artificial for me. Not only that, even though she could really scream and squirm, I knew she wasn’t actually able to come.

As I said, pretty simple. Boring to some, but just right for me. You really don’t want too much excitement during space travel, as it usually means something like a matter of life or death is happening.

My troubles, if they really could be called that, started after picking up two containers from the Demos observatory over Mars. The observatory really had no facilities to speak of, just enough living quarters for the astronomers. But it had a huge port, as it had originally been used as a base station for getting goods off of and onto Mars.

The containers were actually living quarters modules headed for Europa and since I was due to pick up a shipment of ice there I thought, why not get paid for the trip? Once the containers were loaded, the Dock Captain called over standard radio to clear me for launch, and I was on my way.

Everything from here on would be done on ultra wave radio. It took a lot of power from the ship, but faster-than-light communications was critical even in intra-system travel.

Ten days out and at a speed of around one hundred eighty six miles per second, Mindy said something that puzzled me. I was in the mess having dinner and she was cleaning the kitchen when she turned around, tilting her head to the side. “Will the girl eat with you tomorrow?” she asked. I’m sure the lift in her voice was supposed to sound like she was confused, but she could neither mimic the expression or the tone. Questions meant that something did not compute, though.

“What girl?”

“Female, approximate age ten, hair blond, four feet three inches tall. Eye color could not be determined.”

“Did you see a girl at the station?”

“The young female is traveling with us in the cargo hold. She has requested that I do not reveal her whereabouts but I must know if I need to prepare more food.”

“Mindy, damn it, when were you going to tell me about this?” I snapped.

“I was not, Captain, as the female requested. However, she stated that she is hungry and I must now prepare her food in accordance with directive two.”

“Directive two?” I didn’t really understand robotics.

“I can by no act or omission of an act allow harm to come to a human.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I got out of my chair, heading for the cargo hold. “And for fuck’s sake, Mindy — ask Gerald to explain ship’s protocol to you.”

“As you wish, Captain.”

I made my way down to the hold as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to scare the child. I crept through the first set of living quarters, checking closets, bathrooms, everything. If the kid had been there she hadn’t left any sign. I went in to the second set container and in the first room I found a small sleeping bag and a pile of trash, mostly candy wrappers and chip bags. The kid was missing but she’d been there.

I snuck through the container until I came to the last room in the set. As quietly as I could I entered the room and went to the closet. With a deep breath I opened the door.

I almost didn’t see her huddled in the shadowy corner of the small closet. There she was though, pretty much as the Betty had described her.

“What’s your name?” I asked crouching down to be at eye level with her. The girl just stared at me, shaking either from the chill in the air or fear. “Hey kid, what’s your name?” She almost seemed like she didn’t understand the question. “Nombre?” I was getting annoyed at this point. “Hey! Your name kid!” She jumped when I shouted.

“S-Star,” she stuttered.

“Well Star, you’re in some real deep sewage, you know that don’t you?” I was only half telling the truth. Legally I could have put her out the airlock but that wasn’t me, especially not with a child. There was something more going through my head. What could be so terrible to a child that she would stowaway on a ship, especially with the risk involved. The risk of being found, or worse, being on a ship that doesn’t maintain life support in the hold. My ship was a conversion, it wasn’t possible to dump the air in the hold. I wish it was, it’d save a lot of power. And who knows what might have happened to her if she’d boarded a deep-space vessel. Some of the crews of those ships didn’t have women. Some didn’t even have Bettys on board.

“Why are you on my ship?” I asked the girl as we sat down at the table in the mess.

“One ship’s good as ‘nother,” she said.

“No, not really. You’re lucky to be alive. What if I sealed the hold and blew the atmo in there? You’re blood’d boil and your head would pop.” I folded my arms across my chest. The girl was dirty but even under the dirt I could see how pretty she was.

“What’re ya gonna do with me?”

“I don’t know.” I answered honestly. “I suppose put you up in quarters and ship you home when we get to Europa.”

“No! I don’t wanna go home! Please anything else. You can give me to the police or even keep me here, I can be real helpful, but don’t make me go home, pleeease!” she was begging.

“What’s wrong with home?” I asked. Hearing the desperation in her voice piqued my curiosity.

“Dad died ’bout three years ago. Now mom just drinks or smokes Tril all the time ’n she fucks people to get money. We been thrown outta three places ’cause she couldn’t pay the rent ’cause she spent the money on drugs. She even said I’m older now and it’s time I earn my keep. She said she gonna make me do what she does to get money. I don’t wanna do that, I hate all those gross men. They’re all dirty from the mines, and drunk and they’re mean.”

It might have been a lie. The girl might be making this up but, but she might not. Legally I was kidnapping her if I didn’t turn her over to the authorities when I got to Europa. The Federation had a strangle hold on the system. Everything was charted, cataloged, monitored and taxed. But the tighter they held on the easier it was to slip things by.

My ship was equipped with a transponder that had encoded within it’s signal, my license number, cargo and passenger manifest and crew compliment. Highly secure, trusted at all the major checkpoints, and very easy to replace with a jacker. A completely programmable transponder that would say whatever I wanted it to. A good jacker, like the one I had, could cost a year’s pay but was undetectable even with microscan. Basically even the best forensics couldn’t tell the difference between a real transponder and one that had been replaced, not yet anyway. My transponder was nearly always legal, but it wasn’t to tough to reprogram it to show the kid as my daughter.

The hard part came in her PIC. Personal ID chips were harder to tinker with, mostly because the data was encrypted with one thousand twenty-four bit encryption. It didn’t matter much, I seriously doubted I’d even need to add her information to the jacker. They rarely did bio scans at check points. Most of the time they were just in a hurry to get you out of the docks.

My departure scan was on the net by now though so it was better not to change anything at all, otherwise I risked raising the eyebrows of some over paid, over weight federation transport officer. Most of them could care less what you were hauling as long as it wasn’t undocumented explosives or weapons. But there was always that one, the new gung-ho guy trying to make a name for himself.

“Why should I believe anything you’ve told me?” I asked the kid. She sat silently for several minutes before she turned in her seat and pulled her shirt up over her back. Her back showed several bruises as well as some much older scars, even one that seemed like she might have been cut with a blade. I still didn’t know if she was telling the truth but it was obvious that the kid had been through something rough in her life.

The girl pushed her shirt down as she turned back to face me. “Mom was high about a week ago and she tried to make me fuck this man, I told her no. She beat me bad. But I got away, I ran. I hid in Old Town on Mars until I caught a ship up to the station and then I found you.”

I sat quietly for several minutes, contemplating the girl. I found myself wishing I’d installed cryo chambers. It’d be nice to be able to just put the kid in one and let her sleep all the way to Europa. “We’ll you’ve met our Betty, Sorry, Mindy.” I finally said. “Gerald is the engineer. You could be on the ship for a year and never see him. I haven’t seen him since we left Earth docks about a month ago.”

“You’ll let me stay?” she asked sounding a bit excited.

“You know I can’t. I can get you to Europa, maybe even get you in with some people that can help you but I have a ship to run here. I can’t have a kid around.” Something in me went out to the girl though. If I turned her over to some of the shady people I knew on Europa she might well end up in just as bad a situation as she’d come from, and there was little doubt she’d be turning tricks by the time she was sixteen. I knew a forger though, someone that could rework her PIC for her. We could legitimize her being on my ship. A niece or cousin or something. She could even attend class via the ultrawave.

I couldn’t believe what was going though my head. This kid, this stowaway already had me thinking of ways to keep her on my ship. Expensive ways at that. Reworking a PIC could easily cost more than I’d make on my next run. There was something about her though. Like I’d said, she was pretty, and there was something in her eyes. I felt for her, I felt myself draw to protect her.

“If I stay I can cook and clean and stuff.”

“I have Mindy for that, and I don’t have to feed or pay her,” I told the kid.

“I’ll do anything, just don’t send me back,” she pleaded with me.

“Fine — for now. We’ll figure this out when we get to Europa.” Legally speaking I should turn her over to the law at the next checkpoint. Stowing away was a serious crime. She was a kid though and in all reality couldn’t understand how serious what she’d done was.

“First things first. I guess I need to get you a room, and you are in dire need of a shower.” I led the girl out of the mess and to the elevator. We went to the upper deck, the passenger’s area. I gave her a small state room and left her there while I made my way down to the engine room.

“Captain!” Gerald said with some enthusiasm as I stepped into the room. “Mindy said I need to explain ship’s protocol to her. What’d she zero on?”

“Well, we had a stowaway.” Gerald raised his eyebrows.

“And she knew?” I nodded my head. He looked embarrassed. But this was a situation even I wouldn’t have thought to explain to a robot. “You put ’em out the airlock?”

“Course not.” I snorted.

“Man? Woman?”

“A kid.” I answered. Gerald rolled his eyes.

“Well I ain’t no fuckin’ babysitter,” he said.

“I just wanted you to be aware in case you saw her around.” I left him there and headed up to the bridge.

My bridge. More than my stateroom, was my heaven. The ship basically flew itself once you set the course. I just loved to sit up there and watch the stars.

I was absorbed in my thoughts and the stars just outside my portals when the comm chimed. I rolled my eyes and tapped the transmitter. “Yeah?”

“I’m lost.” I heard Star’s little voice come back over the comm.

“Okay, what does it say on the bulkhead above the comm pad?”

“Four twenty seven G.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.” I closed the comm link and stood up out of the pilot’s seat I normally occupied when I was in the con. I went down to the passenger deck and found Star sitting on the floor patiently waiting for me. “I guess I need for you to follow me around for the next couple days until you learn your way around.” I held out my hand and helped the girl to her feet. I showed the girl where my quarters were as well as Mindy and Gerald’s.

Once Star was sure she could get from her room to mine I took her up to the bridge. I’d never allowed a passenger on to the bridge before. I don’t know why it was that this kid showed up and suddenly there were no rules anymore but that is what seemed to be happening.

Now clean, her blond hair still wet fell around her face. I found myself staring at her. She stood looking shyly up at me with her shining blue eyes. She was actually a beautiful little girl. “Are you hungry?” I asked. The girl nodded her head. The more I looked at her, the more nervous she seemed to be getting. I pressed the softkey on the comm panel and waited to hear the chime. “Mindy, can you bring some sandwiches up to the bridge?” Several seconds passed before Mindy said she’d be up in a few minutes.

“Are you married?” Star asked, obviously trying to break the ice.

“No. Never met a girl that seemed to be able to stand me long enough for that.”

“I had a girlfriend once.” Star said absently. “We kissed a lot. It was nice I guess.”

“Really?” I said trying to sound interested.

“She was kinda like a boy though, like she had a short spiky hair cut and she always kinda dressed like a boy.”

I smiled to myself as she described the little butch girl. I thought it was cute. I was actually not having to feign interest so much. I found myself growing interested in the child. I was about to ask her some questions about her girlfriend when Mindy came through the hatch holding a plate with several small sandwiches on it.

“She’s pretty for a robot.” Star said looking up at Mindy.

“Cybernetic artificial humanoid,” Mindy said dryly. “I am made up of human flesh grown over an endoskeletal structure with a syntho-organic neural net as my central processor.”

Star starred blankly at her for a moment before taking a sandwich off the plate. “Okay. You’re pretty for a Cyber human thingy.”

“Thank you, and if you are interested I am programmed in multiple same-sex techniques.”

“Mindy!” I tried to sound angry but I was laughing too hard. It was no surprise that a Betty, especially one that had been on board a ship for most of her life, or existence, or whatever they call it, would not know what a child was outside of the most crude understanding. “Mindy, she won’t need that type of service from you.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Just leave the plate. You can go.”

Mindy left me there alone with the girl. I ate my sandwich quietly, watching the child. I had not even known her a day but I was feeling a bond with her already beginning to grow. Whether or not everything she said was true was becoming less important. What was important was that I wanted to do something for her. I wanted to take her in. It just seemed funny to me how quickly it was all happening.

*****

Fifteen days out and we were holding behind a passenger liner. The Federated System Liner Queen Elizabeth was passing through the first of two checkpoints between Mars and Europa.

A flash of light indicated the liner’s engines reigniting. Within a few seconds it began to move forward slowly. It was hard to see much detail. In space, lines could be hundreds of kilometers long. The passenger liner, huge ship that it was, was hardly visible to me at a distance of five kilometers, the minimum safe spacing dictated by Federation law.

The comm popped and chimed. “Nova Princess, proceed to dock two fourteen A.”

“Acknowledged,” I responded. “Star, you need to head for your quarters,” I said to the girl.

Star nodded and silently headed through the hatch and toward her room. It took about twenty minutes to get to the checkpoint. I eased into the dock and waited for the docking ring and gang plank to attach to the ship.

The metallic thump echoed through the ship. Any second now a dock officer would be calling on the comm.

“Captain Nova Princess, state your cargo and destination.”

I hit the responder button on the comm. “Living quarters to the Europa colony.” This was a formality. If he was following normal protocol he’d already received this information from the transponder.

Several seconds passed. “Please transmit current logs.” Something else he would have gotten automatically from the transponder. He was just trying to catch any discrepancies.

I turned the pilot’s seat around and slid it to the computer console where I called up the logs and sent them through to the dock officer across our comm link.

“Logs received. Thank you Nova Princess. Disengaging docking apparatus.” I sat back in the seat and closed my eyes. I had to admit I was nervous. It was extremely rare to be boarded, but well, Murphy’s law and all. “Captain Nova Princess, you are free to go, dock officer Reading out.”

I turned my chair back around and engaged the reverse docking thrusters. I felt sweat on my brow as I backed away from the dock and turned the ship back out toward open space.

Once we were under way again I left the bridge and headed down toward the rooms to retrieve Star. I didn’t like the Martian run very much. It was the only one in the system with two check points. The one we had just passed and a second where it intersected with the Jovian route from the inner planets. That was the one that worried me. Lots of smuggling went on between Earth and the moons of Jupiter. The officers tended to be a little more attentive to details.

“Star,” I said quietly as I tapped her door. A moment passed and the door slid into the bulkhead and I found myself looking down into her pretty face. “Would you like to go up to the observation lounge? We could take some sandwiches and have kind of a picnic.” I offered. The little girl nodded her head.

We prepared some food and went up to the observation lounge. It was a huge glass bubble, a room with several lounge chairs that allowed one to sit back and just stare up at the stars. We sat down on the floor and quietly ate our sandwiches while looking out at the majesty around us.

“Does this ship fly faster than light?” she asked me, her eyes fixed on Orion.

“I have a slip stream drive. We can get up to L seven.”

“Seven times the speed of light?”

“No, light speed times itself seven times.” I moved closer to the girl. Over the past few days we’d become quite close. I liked her. She was a sweet kid but there seemed to be more to it. It was a bit frightening. I was beginning to think that I was attracted to her.

Just a hundred years ago the mere thought was a terrible taboo but things change. Especially since the invention of the first Bettys. These days about one in five of them was a child. It was still seriously looked down on but pedophiles had rights, some of them even enjoyed relationships openly.

If I really was feeling what it was I thought I was then it was not the end of the world. But I really didn’t want to be a pedophile.

“Do you like being here?” I asked the girl. As much as I didn’t want things to be the way they were, I felt an overwhelming urge to pursue it.

“It’s pretty,” she said, still captivated by the stars.

“It is, but I mean do you like being on the ship?”

Star looked me in the eyes. She smiled and tilted her head shyly. “I love it.” Star leaned close to me and put her head against my shoulder. “I love you.”

I tried to smile but my mouth had gone dry. I sipped at the synthetic wine I had brought with us. I was trying to think of a way to approach the girl. I wondered to myself how they did it, how did people start these types of relationships?

I moved around until I was in front of the girl. I put my hands on her knees and smiled down at her. “I like having you here,” I told her, sounding shaky. I was nervous. She’d run from a situation where she would have been forced into prostitution. I didn’t want to make her run from me.

Without any idea what the right way to do this was, I just leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. I only held the kiss for a moment before I sat back to judge her reaction.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked me.

“Because I like you.” I pushed a lock of hair from her face. “It’s not like with your mother though. I mean you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Star didn’t say anything, she just leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. I pulled her close, stroking her back. It was really nice, sitting there holding her, surrounded by stars.

Finally relaxing a little I moved her back and kissed her again. Longer this time, parting my lips and flicking my tongue against her lips. Star sat back smiling. “I like kissing you,” she said.

“Me too.” I wanted so much more from the little girl now. I wondered how far she’d be willing to go. Gently I caressed her body, running my hands over her chest, down to her hips and curling my hands around to hold her ass. The feeling of someone so small, such a tiny lover excited me more than I wanted to admit.

I had to be gentle with her. I did not want to frighten her or take things too far too fast. Above all I had to make sure that she had time to say no.

Gently I caressed her tiny body through her clothes. It was an unbelievably powerful experience. This little girl was awakening things in me I did not know had existed.

Suddenly I realized that it all made sense. All the women, all the girlfriends, things had never worked out because they were not what I wanted in my heart. This was it though. This was what I wanted. Having this little girl at my side, touching her, making love to her, this was what I had been seeking all along.

I paused, looking down at her, trying to smile. Timidly I reached out and tugged at the zipper holding her jumpsuit closed. I looked down at her flat chest. Her young flesh was beautiful. My eyes traced down her body to her belly. It was so perfect, so smooth and flat.

With Star’s help I pulled the jumpsuit off of her. She lay before me wearing only a high cut pair of panties, underwear that seemed strangely mature for a girl her age. The child swallowed hard as she studied my reaction to her. “You have to take off your clothes too,” she said, sounding nervous.

I nodded my head. To put her at ease I lifted my shirt over my head, then slid the shorts and thermal leggings I normally wore off. Now I sat in front of her in nothing but my panties. I reached for her panties and tried to pull them off but she resisted.

“You first,” she said. Again I nodded. I’d forgotten how self-conscious Martians could be. The colony had originally been settled by Mormons. Christianity was a distant and nearly forgotten religion now but at least on Mars some of its moral trappings were strong. I leaned down and kissed her mouth before sliding my panties off and tossing them to the side. Star looked relieved. Seeing me naked, she lifted her bottom and allowed me to take her underwear off.

I began slowly, kissing from her lips down her throat and over her chest. She had only the slightest softness in her tiny breasts. Still everything felt so right. Having this pretty little girl as a lover was more natural than any other affair I’d had.

I found myself hesitating, nervous, as I kissed her protruding hip bones. I was aching to taste her young sex but I was afraid she would stop me, that she would lose her nerve.

Finally I found my courage and made my way down her body, coming to rest between her legs. I glanced up at her over her mound. She was looking down at me, smiling. With a smile I pushed forward, pressing my tongue against her clit and sucking it into my mouth. I felt the girl tense, she pulled her knees up slightly and sighed. As I lapped at her tiny clit and caressed her body, teased her nipples, lavished in the feeling of her soft skin she moaned and writhed.

I felt a tiny hand in my hair and noticed that she had begun to buck her hips. She seemed to gasp with each breath, begging for more.

Suddenly She arched her back and pushed her soft sex towards me. I sucked hard on her clit, then slid a finger inside her, causing her to gasp and tremble. I could feel her walls spasming around my finger, and she jumped with each one. It was more erotic than anything I’d ever experienced, feeling a child climax at my touch.

Eventually she relaxed and lay back against the deck. She took long deep breaths, her eyes blank and fixed on the stars outside. I lay next to her, gently stroking her stomach, circling around her cute little belly button.

“Should I do that to you?” she asked. I wanted her to, oh did I want her to, but I just smiled and shrugged. I didn’t want to rush her, we had another twelve days out and I was already finding myself thinking of ways to keep her on the ship.

Star sat up and with a silly grin and kissed me. The little girl began kissing down my neck, working her way toward my breasts. I could tell that she was working up her courage. If she was even half as nervous about this as I was then I don’t know how she was managing to concentrate.

Star finally reached my sex and paused, staring at me. She glanced from my vulva to my face and turned away blushing. “I did this to my friend once,” she confessed, “but this is different.”

“You don’t have to do anything angel,” I assured her.

“I know, but I want to.”

Finally the little girl closed her eyes and leaned in, reaching out with her tongue and touched my sex tentatively. Slowly she became more courageous until finally she was lapping at my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout my body.

Sex had always been something I could have taken or left. I had had many women in my life but I enjoyed something else in the relationships. This was different though. I wanted to hold her, to cuddle her close to me. I wanted to kiss her and feel her little body against mine, but unlike with any woman I’d ever been with, I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to feel her body tremble with orgasm under my fingers. I wanted her to touch me the same way, to lick me, kiss me, to push her tiny fingers in to my waiting body.

The orgasm was building within me. She had slid several of her fingers inside of me and was working them in and out while lapping at my clit the best that she could.

It raced from my loins throughout my body. I nearly screamed, panting, moaning as I orgasmed, once, twice, and to my great surprise a third time before little Star pulled her fingers from my body and slid up to lie next to me.

We dozed next to one another for some time. Now and again I would find myself suddenly awake, looking out at the stars with my little lover pushed hard against me. Her warmth comforted me.

In one such of these wakeful moments I found myself contemplating what it would take to get the girl’s PIC reworked. I knew I had the money, that wasn’t the issue, but finding the right person to do it, someone who could make it undetectable, that was the trick.

Continue on to Part Two

Amber, Chapter 6

  • Posted on July 29, 2017 at 3:03 pm

By Tater Tot

Amber came down ready for school and started in on breakfast, sorting through her schoolwork and making sure it was all there. She gave me a kiss on the cheek on the way out, something she hadn’t done in years. I held my hand to it as I watched her head to the bus.

I got back from work a little later than normal, and she was already doing homework. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and started supper. She was finishing just as the spaghetti was ready, so she set the table while I got everything out.

“Mom,” she said in a thoughtful voice as we ate, “what you said last night…”

I waited, then said, “What was that, honey?”

She made an embarrassed face. “About, you know… me, um, doing it to you in the butt?”

“Fucking my ass, you mean,” I replied. “You can say the words, Amber. So… what did you want to know about it?”

“Well, is that something you would enjoy?” she asked with a slight blush.

I laughed and slurped up a noodle before saying, “Yes.”

She twirled pasta for a time, still thinking hard, then said, “How would I know… I mean what’s too… well, when is it too rough?”

“Good question,” I said. “You need a safe word.”

She looked up and said, “A what?”

“A safe word,” I repeated “it’s something you say to tell your sex partner that they’re getting too rough and need to stop. Using a safe word allows you to be able to say, ‘No,’ in a way that you’ve both agreed on.”

Her lips were pursing in thought as she contemplated all that. She started nodding to herself slowly, then said, “Do you have a safe word?”

“Santa,” I said.

She looked up at me for a moment, then comprehension hit and she said, “Oh, so if we were… well,” then in a whisper, “fucking, and it got too hard, you would yell ‘Santa.’”

“Yes,” I replied seriously. “And you would have to stop immediately, no matter what. Your sex partner has to know they can trust you if you’re doing things that can be painful.”

More deep thought. “Then why do stuff like that?”

I grinned and said, “You like being rough, don’t you? Pushing me down, or grabbing my hair and forcing my face into your pussy?”

She blushed and looked down again, but I waited and she eventually glanced up to see me waiting without a smile. “Yes,” she whispered.

“That’s normal,” I said. “People enjoy being aggressive, and people like being submissive. It excites me to have you using me as your sex toy. And it excites you to use me that way. We just need to make sure we understand when to stop.”

The blush faded as she listened. “Okay,” she said slowly. “I’ll always stop if you say Santa.”

“That’s my girl,” I said, then started cleaning up the dishes.

After dinner, Amber sat with me again, but we just watched TV and talked about school and regular things.

*****

Kathy’s husband was back, so Friday was another horny day. Masturbating just wasn’t cutting it any more, though it kept me sane.

Amber was focused on schoolwork, but by the end of dinner was getting twitchy. I didn’t acknowledge it, just let the night run like normal.

She was naked and in the bed as soon as I got there. I laughed and pulled her close, saying “A little early, aren’t we?”

“God, Mom,” she panted, “I can’t wait anymore. Please start now, please!”

I laughed again and turned out the lights, pulling her close again. “What’s tonight going to be?”

“Can we… can we do something I heard about?” she asked hesitantly.

I paused, then said, “Maybe, but I don’t want this to be like a reward night.”

“I know, Mom,” she said, “but I heard about something called a 69, and wondered if you would do it with me.”

Crap. Way too horny to turn that down.

“What do you think that is?” I asked.

“Well… it’s when two girls… well, they lick… um, each other at the same time,” she stuttered out.

“I see,” I said, “So you want to lick my pussy?”

Amber caught her breath, then said in a whispery voice, “Y-yes.”

“And you want me to lick your pussy at the same time?” I asked.

“Uh… y-yes.” she grunted.

I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Do you want to be on top licking my pussy, or should I be on top licking your pussy?”

No decision necessary. Amber swarmed up my body, spun around and buried her face in my pussy as she pushed hers down onto my face. Her hands wrapped around my hips, her fingers digging into the crack of my ass as she thrust her tongue in deep, then started licking frantically.

The little sex fiend came all over my face as soon as my tongue hit. Her lips continued to worry my pussy as she ground against my face, spraying me. When she regained control, she got back to driving her tongue in deep, then found my clit. Within a couple of minutes my juices were running down my ass and I was moaning into her cunt. I came a couple of minutes later, groaning loudly as her tongue lapped me like a dog.

I was nursing her pussy, feeding on her juices. I brought a finger up and let it get good and wet before drawing it up the crack of her ass. She was totally concentrated on my mouth now, barely licking me, but holding tight and tossing my hips around in her excitement. When my finger reached her asshole I let it start to slide in. Amber pushed her face deep into my pussy again and grunted “Mom!” in a muffled voice.

When I got past the sphincter and pushed in to the second knuckle, she came with a scream. Her head pulled back and she ground her hips hard into my face as she squirted directly into my mouth. I kept my finger in her ass and moved it in and out as I tried to hold on to her. She screamed again and started bucking on my body like she was in a rodeo. I had to pull my finger out of her ass or it would have broken.

She eventually calmed down and I licked her clean, but she was fast asleep again so didn’t notice. I pulled her up in bed and snuggled her in.

*****

I had a couple of scratches on my ass where Amber’s nails had dug in, and I could feel them when I woke up. Gotta get her to trim those nails, I thought.

I let her sleep a couple of minutes late, but woke her up on my way to the kitchen. She was rushing a little when she came down for breakfast, but stopped to make sure all her homework was sorted correctly.

“Mom,” she said after she sat down, “what you did — you know, with your finger in my butt — isn’t that kind of dirty?”

I ate some cereal before saying, “No, honey, not really. Most of the time if you keep yourself clean, it’s not an issue. If you know you engage in anal sex, you make a habit of washing carefully down there.”

“Oh,” she said quietly, then said, “I liked it.”

“I know,” I said with a grin, getting one back.

I called Kathy as soon as Amber left for school, but the hussy was out of town. Self-abuse time.

*****

At dinner, Amber asked, “Is it… do we… well, is…”

“Reward tomorrow?” I asked.

“Well, yeah,” she said.

“Sorry, honey, as much fun as that sounds we’ll have to wait until next week. But we can do a regular session tomorrow night,” I said.

She looked incredibly disappointed, but just said, “Okay, Mom.”

I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, saying, “You’re the best, kiddo.”

*****

Saturday night she was in bed when I got there, making me laugh and getting a grin from her as she said, “It’s been forever, Mom!”

I laughed again, turning off the light and snuggling up behind her. Kissing her cheek, I said, “Do you have something special you want to hear about?”

“Can you… well, about… us fucking?” she said, whispering the last part.

“Okay, honey, let me think… okay,” I said, then started. “We are driving back from Grandma’s house and you’re sitting close to me, playing with my pussy,” I said, immediately getting a moan from her. I am seriously starting to envy this girl, I thought with a grin.

“You’re very excited, and had told me not to wear panties so you could play with my pussy on the way back,” I said quietly, letting my hand slide down to her pussy. She was making short grunting noises, her hips humping forward and back in her excitement. “You tell me to turn off at the next exit, then make me park in the back of a dark parking area. I shut off the car while your hands start squeezing my breasts.” I let my hand come up and fondle her breasts for a second, then slide back down. “You’re panting with excitement as you tell to unbuckle, then slide over to the middle of the seat. You push my head down and make me kneel on the seat, my ass pointed toward you. ‘Amber, someone will see,’ I tell you, but you just flip my skirt up, then reach up and grab my hair. Leaning forward you whisper, ‘Beg me to fuck you, Mom.’”

Amber went off like a rocket, one hand grabbing my wrist and holding my hand on her pussy, the other my hair as she lay on her back again, her hips arching up. She pulled my head against her, then let out a loud scream as she sprayed my hand. I bit her nipple since I was there, getting a louder scream and having her body slam down and back up very quickly. She pulled so hard on my hair that my head was forced sideways as she made whimpering noises and her pussy spurted softly twice more. God, it was a huge orgasm. The girl was going to get dehydrated if I wasn’t careful.

My hand was dripping when I finally got free, so I licked it clean as I looked down at Amber, now asleep with the most satisfied look on her face. I shook my head and spent a while licking her clean as I fucked myself to an intense orgasm.

*****

I woke up first the next morning and held her for a bit, enjoying the closeness. She eventually twitched awake and turned on her side to look at me. She took a moment, then said, “I was hoping to last longer so I could find out what happened in your story.”

She sounded so disappointed that I had to laugh, this time just getting a sheepish grin in response. “Sorry about that, honey… but I would pay good money to have orgasms like you do!”

“Really?” she said brightly. “Cool!”

I laughed again, fluffing her hair and pushing her to get the day started.

She was heading over to a friend’s for the afternoon, and gave me a kiss on the cheek again on the way out.

We had fun the rest of the weekend, making popcorn and watching a movie that night.

*****

Report cards were coming out Friday, and Amber could hardly contain herself.

Tuesday and Thursday were a repeat of Saturday, with me starting a story about her fucking me and Amber having an overwhelming orgasm before I could finish. At least on Thursday, I’d gotten the story to the point where she had me bent over the hood of the car and had just stuck her strap-on cock in me before she came with a scream. Both nights she was pretty violent in her orgasm — yanking my hair, even biting my shoulder at one point. Never drawing blood, but very aggressive and dominating.

Friday morning, Amber was very excited, so I laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek as I set her breakfast down, saying, “You’ll need to calm down, or you’ll never be able to concentrate in school today. Tonight is a calm night, so no need to get to wound up.”

“I know,” she said “I’m just excited. God, I can hardly wait!”

I looked at her seriously for a second, then put my finger on her lips and said, “Take a breath and calm down, sweetheart. You get yourself so excited that I worry you’ll do something at school that will make people suspicious.”

She shook her head and said, “It’s not like that, Mom. I’m good at school, but I get… horny,” she blushed and looked down before saying, “when… when I’m with you.”

I giggled. The idea that I could make someone that horny was too much for my ego to let go. “Okay, honey, but I did want to talk to you about that.”

She perked up and listened as I said, “You get so aggressive when you orgasm that I worry what you’ll do when you’re fucking me,”

The ‘fucking me’ part got her excited, of course, but then she realized what I said and her face fell. “Really?” she said in a disappointed voice. “I didn’t… I wouldn’t… well… I’m sorry,” she said sadly.

Amber looked so down that I had to pull her in my lap and hug her, saying “It’s not that bad, baby, but I wanted you to be aware of it. If you have a cock in my pussy or ass it can hurt if you’re too rough.”

Damned if she didn’t moan when I said that! My daughter really was getting to be a little nympho when it came to sexing her old mom.

“Okay, Mom,” she said after panting for a moment. “I’ll be really careful and you can let me know what’s okay.” She ducked her head and blushed as she said, “But I really… well… sort of liked…”

“You really wanted to throw a hard fucking to your mom,” I said, knowing it would make her nuts with desire, but she would have to just handle it.

Sure enough, she closed her eyes and groaned. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“We’ll work it out, baby. Now you need to get to school!” I said with a laugh

That afternoon Amber danced into the house, massively excited, so I knew someone had all ‘A’s. She jumped up and hugged me tightly as she yelled and screamed. I laughed and fought her off, eventually getting her calmed down.

Her energy didn’t wane and she followed me around all night, making me laugh a couple of times when I caught her staring at my ass. When she was just sitting on the couch with me, unconsciously grinding her ass down into the cushion, I laughed and said, “We’ll never get to sleep like this. If I were to find a naked girl in my bed, though, I might be convinced to eat her pussy for a while.”

With an excited squeal, Amber jumped up and bolted from the room, racing upstairs.

That night, she came three times in thirty minutes whan I ate her, screaming and yelling louder than normal, but not pulling my hair or scratching. She damned near drowned me in cum by the end of it, though, requiring me to take a quick shower to wash it out of my hair. She was totally passed out, draped across the bed with her ass resting in the large wet spot she’d made.

She keeps this up, I’ll have to replace the mattress, I told myself.

Continue on to Chapter 7

My Daughter’s Hunger

  • Posted on July 28, 2017 at 12:02 pm

By JetBoy

Shafts of milky moonlight spill through the blinds to paint elongated stripes on the walls and ceiling of my bedroom. The buzzing of cicadas fills the back yard, punctuated now and then by a hoarse bark from our neighbor’s collie Jasper.

I’m lying naked atop rumpled sheets, sprawled on the bed, the warm humid air of a Georgia evening caressing my bare body. I have one hand tucked between my thighs, fingers resting on a very warm, very wet cunt.

My senses, dulled by the night, good wine and the aftermath of sexual release, detect a shape in the room where there isn’t supposed to be one. I force my eyes to focus, then sit upright with a violent start.

My nineteen-year old daughter Mickie is seated in a chair close to the bed, a mysterious smile on her lovely face.

“Mickie!” I gasp, snatching my hand away from my still tingling pussy, blushing furiously. God, for my own daughter to catch me like this… I was mortified.

“You didn’t close your door all the way, Mom,” she says, casually uncrossing her bare legs. “I heard you making weird noises… like a kitten, sort of.” Mickie mimics a cat, batting its paws as if trying to escape from a paper bag. “I wanted to make sure you were all right, so I came in.”

“I — I had too much to drink,” I stammered. “It got me all… tingly, so I came up here and…” I reach down, fumbling about to grasp the sheet, hastily covering my nude body.

“It’s okay, Mom,” she says soothingly. “There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good.” Mickie is in her usual sleepwear: one of her big brother’s old t-shirts, abandoned when he left for college, and skimpy panties. “Y’know something, though? Watching you getting yourself off like that was the hottest thing I’ve seen in ages.”

I was floored. “How long have you been in here?” She didn’t have to answer — her knowing smile said everything. “You — you were watching me while I m-masturbated? Why? Why on earth would you spy on me like that?”

“Because it was a beautiful sight,” she replies, her eyes never leaving mine. “You’re still an incredibly sexy woman, you know.” My daughter’s blonde hair is shimmering, and for an instant I glimpse the moonlight in her sapphire eyes.

She rises and moves to stand close beside the bed, her eyes still holding mine. “Mom? How long has it been since you got to be… intimate with someone?” I can feel the bed move as Mickie gently sits down next to me. She gently touches my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw with a fingertip.

“Too long,” I said quietly, feeling a sudden twinge of self-pity. “Not since your father left.”

Mickie nods, her eyes warm with compassion. The sweet, loving look she is giving me at that moment seems to touch my soul. Her hand rests lightly on my bare shoulder. “You know, Mom — you’ve had a rough time this last year, what with Dad gone. And touching yourself is all well and good… but I think you need something more.”

My pulse thrums like a frantic jazz tune as Mickie’s hand lowers to grasp the edge of the sheet that covers my nude body and slowly, slowly begins to pull it down.

I wonder for an instant if I should object, but it’s already too late — she draws the sheet away until I am naked before her, completely exposed.

Still seated on the edge of the bed beside me, Mickie leans in close, her lips whisper-soft against my own. She kisses me delicately, then draws back to give me an adoring smile. I stare at her, dazed, uncertain of what’s happening and desperate to understand.

“You need to be loved, Mom,” she breathes, “by someone who loves you… very much.”

She is gazing warmly into my eyes, giving me a view into her soul… and I am mesmerized by what I see there. Is my own daughter trying to…? No, it can’t be.

Then she bends to kiss me again — and this time, she trails her tongue across my lower lip. Her fingers graze my nipple, tease it to hardness. I am lost, caught up in a sudden surge of desire that has my head spinning. Without stopping to think, I respond.

As I suck Mickie’s tongue into my mouth, my hands take on a life of their own. I place my palm on the front of the thin Ramones t-shirt my daughter wears, hesitantly touching her breasts. Meanwhile, my other hand finds its way between my legs — and I’m masturbating all over again.

We are kissing with a passion that shocks me, yet at the same time it seems as if I’ve always wanted this from Mickie.

Suddenly she breaks away from me and stands, panting excitedly.

Still fingering myself, I watch in awe as she practically tears off her top and panties, then stands naked before me. My heart races as I take in the sight, the scent, the pure, holy femaleness of her.

“Oh, baby, you’re so lovely,” I whisper, abandoning both my morals and my common sense at a stroke. “I — I want you.”

Mickie licks her lips. “Well, then, Mom,” she purrs, “you can have me.”

I continue to masturbate as Mickie climbs up onto me, crawling over my body until she is straddling my face. I am staring up between the tender flesh of her inner thighs at the glistening pink treasure of her cunt, framed by spun-gold pubes.

My daughter’s sex draws me in like a beckoning finger, and I lift my head to touch the moist flesh between her thighs with my lips. Encouraged by her moan, I begin to lick, touching the globes of Mickie’s firm buttocks as I press my mouth into her sex. The relentless heat of fuck-lust is churning deep in the core of me as my child cries out somewhere far above.

My mind a turbulence of confusion, need, and love. My lips, my mouth nuzzling and sucking at the warm, wet flesh, seeking out the nubbin of her clit. Mickie arches her back and, grinding her pelvis against my face, pleads for release… and I give it to her.

Seconds later, my own climax kicks in and I cry out, the sound muffled by Mickie’s cunt.

Spent, we lay side by side on the damp sheets. Her head nestles on my shoulder, the tip of one of her fingers circling a still-tingling nipple. Mickie’s lips touch the side of my neck, caressing my skin as she speaks.

“Mom, have you ever made love to a woman?” She nibbles lightly at my earlobe.

“Oh, yes — back when I was in college.” Mickie is licking her way around the edge of my ear, and I laugh. “That tickles, honey. What about you? You can’t tell me that you’ve never done this before.”

“Oh, I love sex with girls,” Mickie coos. Suddenly she presses her bare body against mine. “The thing is… well, I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time, Mom. Practically since I found out I was a lesbian.” She grins. “That’s why I snuck in here while you were fingering your pussy, y’know. I knew there’d never be a better opportunity to make my move.”

I give her a stern look. “By all rights, I ought to paddle your butt for spying on me, young lady… but I forgive you.” I tousle her hair playfully. “This time, at least.”

She trails her hand down from my breast, over the rise of my stomach, fingers curving into the hollow between my thighs. “Are you happy about what we just did, Mom?”

“I shouldn’t be… but yes, damn it, I am,” I moan, spreading my legs, unable to suppress a tiny gasp as her fingertip finds that special spot that so few males even understand.

Then her lips are at my ear, teasing me with hot whispers of passion in a little-girl voice. “Are you still hot, Mommy? Do you need to come again? I’ll bet you do. Would you like your baby girl to make it all better? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you, Mommy?”

My pelvis is moving against her hand and fingers, squirming lewdly to Mickie’s touch. God, I’ve just gotten off twice, and I’m already hungry for more!

“Yes,” I whisper, instinctively sensing that my daughter wants to hear me ask to be taken. “I loved licking your pussy, Mickie, and making you come. I need you to do me now. I — I want to be fucked by my baby girl…” My voice trails off into a low moan. “Please, honey.”

Mickie rolls over on top of me, her body sliding against mine, face transformed into a mask of lust — a mirror image of my own, I have no doubt. She claims my mouth in a brief but torrid kiss that leaves me panting, then moves downward, her tongue leaving a line of sweet fire against my skin. She pauses to suckle each of my nipples in turn, then slides down further to nuzzle my belly.

As my daughter positions herself between my legs, I hook them across her shoulders, then close my eyes as she presses her lips into me, kissing my cunt as if it were a lover’s mouth.

Her tongue begins to explore, plunging into my body. I’m surprised to hear someone scream; more surprised when I realize the sound is issuing from my own throat. My fingers tangle in the platinum-blonde tresses of my daughter’s hair as I pull her face deeper against me, encouraging, pleading for more, damn it, more!

Her tongue rolls deliciously around and around in my vagina. Mickie’s mouth is pressed to my slit, nose buried in the thick bush — a sight that sends my excitement soaring when I open my eyes for a glimpse.

I’ve certainly never had a thought of exploring incest with my daughter, not before tonight. Now the knowledge that she and I are making love fills me with a wild joy that is positively intoxicating. I want to explore every kind of fucking with her, to indulge in all the sexy games that lesbians play.

Her tongue glides down until she is licking at my asshole, making me cry out loud. No lover has ever done that to me, and it feels divine. While she rims me, Mickie places two fingers at the entrance to my vagina and drives them in as deep as they can go with a single quick thrust… and my body seizes up as I come like never before.

Mickie fucks me hard and fast, her loving mouth and thrusting fingers taking me through wave after wave of the purest rapture. My body bucks helplessly, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists.

As these heavenly sensations slowly ebb, my daughter’s touch grows gentler — her fingers lightly stroking my sex, adorning the wet flesh with tender kisses. Finally I sigh contentedly, melting into the bed’s embrace.

My eyes open sleepily to meet those of my daughter as she raises her face from my cunt, and her glistening lips form the words “I love you, Mom.”

I reach for Mickie’s hand and draw her to me, my mouth seeking hers. We kiss sweetly, lovingly. I don’t feel an iota of guilt or shame, just a childlike delight at the precious gift my girl has given me.

The End

Eros and Agape

  • Posted on July 27, 2017 at 2:37 pm

By Sarah

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

My sister Allison and I have always been close, even though there’s a seven-year age difference between us. I suspect that’s mostly because Allie was always mature for her age, while I tended to be immature, so it never struck me as odd that I enjoyed hanging out with my ten-year-old sister when I was in high school. And even as I got older—and eventually at least a little more mature—she always seemed to be no more than two or three years behind me in most ways. And it helped, I guess, that we’ve always looked so much like each other. For a long time Allie was just a slightly smaller and sweeter version of me, without tits.

By the time she was seventeen she had caught up to me in height. And judging by the way she looked in her sweaters when I came home to visit after graduating from college, she’d caught up to me in every other area, as well. My hips might have been a little wider, and her butt might have been a bit smaller and more perfect, but in most respects we had become virtual twins, separated at birth by a mere seven years.

But between the two of us, she would still always be the sweet one.

After I graduated I took a job less than half an hour from Georgetown, where I’d gone to school, which also happened to be about three thousand miles away from my parents and from Allie. On a meager budget while I started my climb up the corporate ladder, I could only fly home once or twice a year, at most, and so Allie and I could really only stay in touch by phone and by letter, and then eventually by email once my parents finally broke down and bought her a computer when she was a junior in high school. I was glad we could still be close, but it bothered me that we could never really spend a lot of time together.

By the time Allie was a senior and ready to start deciding where she wanted to go to college, I had a slightly bigger apartment and a dog that was almost as big as me. I’d fallen in love twice and fallen out of love both times, and I’d bought Escher—my mastiff—after the second time. I hadn’t exactly grown bitter or hopelessly disillusioned with the possibility of having both a great career and a great relationship at the same time, but I had discovered that it wasn’t a catastrophe to be alone. Escher was less a substitute boyfriend than a happy, friendly face who wouldn’t make faces at me if I decided I wanted to be in a bad mood from time to time.

I did eventually meet someone else, and I was even starting to think that it might be serious—but I wasn’t rushing anything. Nick and I were taking it slow and giving each other as much space as we both needed, and I was happy with the arrangement (for the moment, at least). That didn’t mean I was never lonely, though, and so when Allie told me she was going to apply to Georgetown, I was delighted.

After she scheduled her interview with the college, she wanted to come out by herself and stay with me—at my suggestion—but our parents decided it would be more fun if they all came out to visit. So they did, and it really was fun, and it was great to be able to spend time with Allie again, if only for a weekend—but I had planned to take her around to a few of the parties and really show her around campus, so she could get a feel for the area and the whole college experience, and now that was out of the question.

Just after Christmas she found out she was accepted at all four schools to which she’d applied, including my alma mater. Together, Allie and I were able to convince my parents that she should stay with me over her spring break, as a way of helping her decide which school was right for her. I told my boss I was taking a week’s vacation, and then I started happily planning what we’d do over Allie’s—and my—vacation.

On the day of her arrival I drove to National Airport, and since I wasn’t allowed to meet her at the gate—thanks to the brave new world of heightened security—I waited for her instead by the baggage carousel. When she finally rounded the corner and came into view, my jaw nearly fell to the floor.

She was, simply, one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen, more beautiful and more mature-looking than I remembered even from my last visit home—which had only been three months ago. I guess I’d never really looked at her like this before, like a stranger and like an adult. She had her thick, luxurious black hair pulled back to keep it out of her face, and she was wearing a simple white blouse and a faded pair of blue jeans, but she looked positively ethereal. I looked around me and I saw at least five guys—ranging in age from fifteen to about fifty—looking at her and obviously seeing the same thing I was seeing.

Allie herself seemed blissfully unaware of the stir she was causing. Finally she saw me, and she broke into a huge, uncomplicated grin, and she was once again the happy and innocent kid I remembered. Seconds later we were hugging each other, and I was saying, “When did you get so beautiful?”

She shrugged happily. “Genetic accident,” she said. “Where’s Escher? And where’s Nick?”

“He’s not allowed in the airport, silly. But he said to tell you ‘Hello.’”

“Escher?” she asked. “Or Nick?”

“Both,” I answered. “But Nick’s out of town this week, so you can’t flirt with him.” I took her hand and guided her toward a pair of chairs not far from the carousel, and we spent the next fifteen minutes catching up on things while the rest of the passengers claimed their bags. Eventually we were the only ones left, and Allie’s two small suitcases were the only objects left on the carousel. We each grabbed one and made our way to the parking garage.

D.C. is nice in the spring if you can ignore the crippling allergens. I rolled down the car windows and Allie put her head back on the seat, still talking but obviously tired from the long trip. She’d eaten a bit on the plane and didn’t want to stop for dinner, so I simply drove us home.

Some endless time later, long after the sun had gone down—getting anywhere in or around the nation’s capital is a time-consuming chore—I pulled the car into my driveway and shut off the ignition. Allie had fallen asleep as we were driving, so I took both bags and went to unlock the door. Then I let Escher out very quickly, so he wouldn’t jump all over Allie when she walked in the door, and finally I returned to the car and woke her up. She smiled when she saw me, and said, “Weird dreams. Are we home?”

“Home,” I agreed. “Can you make it into the house?”

“I’m a big girl,” she said. She yawned and then crawled out of the car, and she managed to make it to the door without my assistance.

Escher was already barking to come inside as soon as I closed the door, so I went to get him while Allie used the bathroom.

When I returned, Allie was out of the bathroom and was staring in open wonder at the object that was taking up most of my living room. She had obviously picked up her bags, intending to put them away, but she’d let them fall to the floor again as her jaw fell open in disbelief. Without turning her head, she said, very slowly, “That looks like… it looks like a….”

“It is,” I said, smiling at her profile. “Remember I always told you I’d get a Bösendorfer?”

She let Escher jump all over her and give her a series of wet, sloppy kisses, and then she pushed him off her and walked up to the big, imposing black piano. She ran her fingers very gently across the keys, without causing the hammers to strike. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “But how…?”

“I found someone selling it online. It’s about ninety years old, so it wasn’t too horribly expensive… but don’t tell Mom and Dad yet. It probably cost more than their first house.”

“Did you have it tuned yet?” she asked, finally looking at me.

“Just a few days ago. You can play it—it’s not a museum piece.”

Allie shook her head. “I’m too tired… but maybe tomorrow. I just want to lie down on the couch for, like, thirty-six hours… But could you play for me? Please?”

“It’ll keep you awake,” I argued. “If you want to sleep, just sleep. We can both play it tomorrow.”

“Sarah, stop being mean. Can’t you coddle me a little?”

I laughed and finally agreed to play. I cleared off the sofa and found her a pillow and blanket, and she seemed to be falling asleep even as her body descended onto the pillow. I went into the kitchen and brought her back a tall glass of water filled with ice cubes, knowing she’d wake up thirsty before too long, and then I returned to the kitchen and extracted an Italian Barolo from my modest wine rack. I poured myself a glass, took a long, decadent sip, and then walked across the room to the piano bench. Escher saw where I was headed and found a comfortable spot underneath the piano, presumably so he could reach my toes quickly if he felt the need to lick me.

Since Allie was sleeping I didn’t want to play anything that would disturb her too much. I looked through my sheet music, and finally settled on Rimsky-Korsakov’s “Song of India”. I started playing and very quickly lost myself in the instrument’s beautiful tone, and in the song’s rather moving, uncomplicated beauty. I had the windows open, and a faint breeze was making the curtains dance as I played, and in my imagination it was the notes that were rustling the fabric, drifting through the room.

When I was finished, I moved on to Debussy’s “Reverie” and first “Arabesque”, pausing between each song to take a few more sips from the wine glass. Then “The Nearness of You”, one of Allie’s favorites, and by the time I was finished with “Stardust”, my glass was empty and my hands were starting to get tired. I silently cursed my piano teacher for not beating me when I refused to learn the proper wrist positioning, and then I quietly closed the keyboard cover and walked around to the sofa, looking down at Allie.

She was smiling sleepily in the near darkness of the room. “Thank you, maestro… or would it be maestress? Sounds like mistress….” Her voice trailed off as I made my way into the kitchen, and she was still talking, half-asleep and not making a terrible amount of sense, when I returned with two glasses of wine. I pushed her legs aside so I could sit down at the end of the sofa, and put her glass beside her head on the coffee table.

“I knew there was a reason I flew out here,” she murmured, sitting up enough to drink the wine. She drank almost half the glass immediately, and then set it back down on the table. “Yum,” she said.

“A born sommelier.” I laughed. “So what do you want to do tonight?”

She slid back down on the sofa, smiling guiltily. “Would it be awful if we just stayed here tonight? And watched television, maybe? Or you could watch television… and I could fall asleep with my head in your lap?”

“Of course we can stay home,” I said immediately. “But you haven’t slept in my lap since you were ten years old, Allie.”

She yawned, then said, “Oh, please, Sarah? Please….” The word became a long, drawn-out whine, and finally I laughed again and said I wouldn’t argue if she wanted to regress a little for one night.

We talked for a few more minutes about home-town gossip, and we both gave Escher some much-needed attention while we finished our wine and enjoyed the cool spring evening. Then Allie got up and brought her bags into the guest bedroom, while I turned on the television and tried to find something interesting to watch. By the time she came back out, dressed in a silky white nightgown, I had settled on an old Cary Grant/Ingrid Bergman movie.

“That nightgown was too small for you a year ago,” I said, as Allie came around to the sofa. “I can’t believe Dad even lets you wear it around the house.”

“He doesn’t,” she admitted, and then another yawn escaped her. “Sorry… I know it’s too small but it’s my favorite. It makes me happy.”

“We’ll buy you a new one while we’re here,” I promised. “Now get out of the way. You’re blocking my view of Cary Grant’s head.”

She slid down onto the sofa and rested her head in my lap, facing toward the screen. Ingrid Bergman was drunk and behind the wheel of her car, and she was doing her best to wipe the smug look off Cary Grant’s face by driving too fast and swerving from one side of the highway to another. It was funny to think that drunk driving could seem romantic in the forties. I was about to say something to Allie about it when I realized she was already snoring, very lightly, into my lap.

Well, so much for us bonding tonight. I put my hand on her head and began stroking her hair very gently as she drifted into a deeper sleep, and I let Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant carry me with them to South America, where a dangerous assignment awaited all three of us.

At some point I must have drifted off to sleep, too. When I woke up I still had my hand resting on Allie’s head, but the movie must have already ended because Doris Day was now on the screen. I wasn’t in the mood for her—Ingrid Bergman had a certain dark and elegant eroticism to her that I loved, and it was hard to switch from her to bright, innocent Doris Day. So I switched channels until I found Conan O’Brien.

Allie was in the same position on the couch, except that she had turned her head away from the television so that she was facing my stomach instead. She made a happy purring sound in her sleep when she felt me stroking her hair again, making me smile.

Looking down at her, I saw that her nightgown had ridden up to the very tops of her thighs. Maybe because of the wine I’d had earlier, I found myself staring at the backs of her thighs, and my neck and the top of my chest were starting to feel flushed. I had a sudden urge to put my hand on her, to feel her skin under my fingers.

I shook my head to dispel the thoughts, and looked back up at the television. Conan O’Brien was about halfway through his monologue, but I had the sound down so low that I couldn’t hear any of it. I kept watching it anyway. Ten minutes later I realized I’d gone back to staring at my sister’s thighs without even being aware of it.

Allie’s legs were slightly apart on the couch, and as I watched she moved her hips just a bit, trying to get more comfortable in her sleep. Her thighs were too far away for me to reach without knocking her off my lap, so instead I put my hand on her back just below her shoulder blades, and I started massaging her very gently. She made a contented little sleep noise and I felt her relax even more, nestling more snugly into my lap. I kept moving my hand, and all the while I was looking at the shape of her body, the way the small of her back blended so perfectly into the curves of her butt, the way her thighs looked soft and vulnerable despite the firmness of her muscles.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, but suddenly I was tugging very gently on Allie’s nightgown, exposing the bottom of her little white panties. Her own bottom was wonderfully round, and as much as I had wanted to caress her thighs before, now I had a maddening desire to slide my fingers across her ass and across the smooth, soft fabric of her panties. And maybe… since I was already down there… to slip my hand underneath.

Now my face was getting flushed, and the thought came to me that not only was I lusting after a woman, but the woman happened to be my baby sister. I’ve been curious about girls before, but the most I ever did was kiss my roommate once in college, when we were both drunk on champagne just after finals. (It lasted about fifteen seconds and it seemed very innocent and surrealistic and sensual, and then she put her hand between my thighs and we both suddenly looked at each other and got freaked out, and that was the end of it.)

I guess I should have felt mortified, now, but it didn’t feel lecherous to me: it was just that she looked so soft and beautiful, and inviting. I pulled the nightgown up even more, and this time I had to tug harder because her body was holding it down, so I did it slowly. I was rewarded, a few seconds later, with the sight of Allie’s ass, glowing faintly in the dim light reflected by the television. Her panties were thin and almost transparent, and they didn’t quite cover the cleft of her ass completely.

As I looked at it, I had a sudden and graphic picture of a cock sliding into her, spreading open her tight, cute little butt while I watched. I wondered if she’d ever taken a cock that way, or if she’d ever fantasized about it, maybe even stuck a dildo up inside her ass as she played the fantasy out in her mind.

I could feel my pussy tingling, and it didn’t help that Allie’s head was resting against it, or that I could feel her warm, relaxed breath on my stomach. I moved my eyes back to the screen, suddenly angry with myself for what I’d been thinking. My whole body was becoming tense, and it felt ridiculous.

But it was as if I’d become possessed, and within a minute or two I was looking back down at her, and I had pulled up her nightgown far enough to see the long, smooth line of her back, which—almost magically—drew my eyes down, to the small of her back and then to the little dimples at the top of her butt.

Suddenly Allie shivered in her sleep, and I quickly pushed the nightgown back down as much as I could. The shock of her almost waking up helped me recover the senses I’d apparently lost, and I decided it was past bedtime for both of us.

I woke her up as gently as I could, and whispered that it was time for bed.

“Okay,” she said. Then she fell back asleep.

I let her sleep for two or three more minutes, and then I woke her up again. “Don’t fall back asleep,” I said, “or I’ll spank you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she murmured, but she finally sat up. I helped her stand up, and I let her put her arm around my shoulder as we walked together toward her room. She started giggling when we were halfway there, and rested almost all of her weight against me. When we were almost to the door she suddenly stopped, and said sleepily, “Aren’t we going to sleep in the same bed?”

I blinked at this. “You don’t want your own bed?”

She shrugged, her eyes still half-closed. “Maybe tomorrow. It would be fun to sleep together, like when we were kids….” Then she seemed to wake up a bit, and she said quickly, “Sorry, I know that’s silly. I’ll go in the guest room.”

“No, no, I don’t mind.” I grinned. “As long as you don’t kick me like you did when you were four.”

Five minutes later I had tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead, and she was already snoring lightly when I turned off the light and slipped quietly into the bathroom to shower.

While I showered I thought about everything and felt relieved that nothing else had happened. It was ridiculous on every level—even if I could get past the incest taboo, and that didn’t seem as if it would be incredibly difficult, what would Allie think? She was a little angel, as pure as anyone I’d ever known.

As I was standing under the hot water trying to convince myself of these things, my hand had worked its way between my soapy thighs and was now tracing lazy, perfect circles around my clit. When I realized what I was doing I pulled my hand away, a little regretfully—I like playing with myself— but I was afraid it would make me even hornier when I crawled into bed beside Allie.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off, then hung up the towel and turned off the bathroom light as I opened the door to the bedroom. Enough light was coming through the room’s single window that I could see pretty well, so I didn’t need to turn on the bedside lamp to find my way to my dresser.

I walked across the room, planning to grab a fresh pair of panties and a T-shirt out of my dresser—a minor concession to Allie, since I prefer to sleep in the nude most of the time—and then something caught my eye.

I turned my head toward the bed, and saw that Allie had not only kicked off most of her covers, she’d pulled off her nightgown and panties as well. She was lying on her side, facing the middle of the bed, and she had pushed one of her pillows down so she could squeeze it between her thighs while she slept.

My hand was on the dresser drawer. I pulled it back, realizing it didn’t make any sense to feign modesty with Allie if she was going to sleep in the nude herself. I went around to the other side of the bed and got in as quietly as I could manage. I like to sleep on my side, too, so I curled up in a position that was almost identical to Allie’s, with my back to her, and then I surprised myself by falling asleep almost immediately.

One strange dream blended into the next, and almost every single dream had some kind of sexual aspect to it (the price I had to pay for not finishing myself off in the shower, I suppose). At one point, I found myself half-sitting, half-kneeling in bed, while my parents sat in folding chairs just inside the bedroom door, looking on with obvious disapproval. At first I didn’t know why they seemed to disapprove, and then I realized that I was sitting on someone’s face. A soft, lazy tongue was circling around and darting inside my ass, and even though I was embarrassed by my parents’ presence in the room, I lowered myself all the way down onto the unseen face beneath me, grinding my ass onto the stranger’s mouth. The tongue kept flicking across my asshole, tickling me and arousing me at the same time.

I finally thought to look down, and there was Allie’s body stretched out underneath me. I gasped but instead of jumping off, I pushed down even more, shoving my ass down into her unseen face, forcing her tongue back into my asshole….

My eyes snapped open, and in the sudden darkness I tried to figure out what I’d been dreaming and why it had me so shaken. Then I felt Allie’s body pushed up against mine, and felt her warm, sleeping breath against the back of my neck. She had curled up against me the way she had as a little girl sometimes, and she had kicked away the pillow between her thighs so she could wrap her leg across my hip. I could feel her soft breasts against my back, and one of her arms was draped loosely around my torso. The dream came back to me with startling clarity, and I felt such a complex mixture of excitement and guilt that it was dizzying.

The guilt faded quickly, maybe because guilt seems so unnecessary, so pointless, in the darkness. I pressed my ass back against her, the way I might have pressed it into my boyfriend’s cock while he was spooning me. Then I very gingerly slid her arm up, finally letting it come to rest across my chest, with one delicate hand brushing against my nipple. Feeling her hand on my breast, even while I knew that she was asleep, made my nipples harden and begin to ache. After a few seconds she squeezed me gently, as if she was just putting her fingers around something in her dream, and my nipples crinkled painfully in response. I stayed that way for almost half an hour, with my ass pushed up as close to my sister’s pussy as I could make it go, and with her pretty hand unconsciously cupping my breast.

Eventually I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied with this. I needed more, and the sexual excitement I felt was intense enough that I was starting to feel reckless. I slipped my body out from underneath her, then pressed another pillow up against her as she started to roll over. She ended up mostly on her stomach, with her right leg pulled up and over the pillow.

I pushed myself off the bed and walked quietly around to the other side. Allie shifted a little but didn’t wake up, and for a few seconds I did nothing except stare at her naked body lying across the covers, while I dreamily played with my clit with one hand and my nipples with the other. I wished there was more light in the room so I could see every inch of her clearly, but I didn’t want to risk waking her up or (just maybe) snapping out of the feverish sexual daze into which I’d fallen.

My body moved forward as if pulled by some unseen hand, and I crawled onto the bed behind her, as silently and unobtrusively as a cat. Then, breathing hard and unevenly, I got down on my stomach and lowered my head in the direction of her ass. Her smell was intoxicating—why had I never realized how wonderful a woman could smell? I realized that one of the smells was perfume—Obsession. I recognized it because I wear it, too, but it smelled different on Allie, or maybe it was only because she had sprayed it between her legs, and I was smelling it now mixed in with the natural scents of her pussy and her ass…. I was helpless to do anything except move my face closer, so that’s what I did, until finally I was as close to her ass as I could get without actually touching her. I breathed in her scent, and now I was grinding against my hand on the bed, trying to play with myself without jarring the bed and waking up Allie.

She seemed to be sound asleep, so I thought that maybe I could just give her the tiniest kiss. I gently pressed my face into the shadows of her butt and planted a delicate kiss around her asshole, letting my tongue slide around the smooth, wrinkled skin with only the barest of pressure. She tasted wonderful, her ass tasted sweet and soft and feminine. I thought about Nick, and what he would think if he could see me like this, with my face stuck inside my sister’s ass as she slept, and it made me grind against my hand even harder. I was amazed at how much I loved her scent, how dizzy it made me, and I whimpered a little as I masturbated, now totally disoriented by all the sensations.

Finally I couldn’t take it any longer. I pushed myself away from Allie and fumbled around in the drawer of the nightstand until I found what I wanted. The vibrator buzzed to life, and I sat back against the headboard and spread my knees, keeping my feet pressed together in front of me. I could see Allie starting to wake up next to me, but that only made me hornier. I pushed the tip of the vibrator into my pussy, gasping as it opened me up, and then I pulled it free and dragged it up to my clit. I circled it gently around by swollen button, and now I was shaking and sweating and panting. I stuffed the vibrator back into my pussy, and this time I pushed it all the way up inside me, holding it there as I worked my clit with my hand.

Allie was sitting up in the bed by this point, watching me. At first I thought she was going to run out of the room, or gasp in shock at what I was doing… and then I saw the motion of her arm, and I knew that she was touching herself as she watched me. She was mostly in shadow, since I was blocking some of the moonlight in the room, but my eyes were on her anyway, and she must have known that I wanted to see her because she moved out from the shadows and kneeled right in front of me on the bed, only inches away from my knees.

“I want to see,” she whispered, and she leaned closer on the bed. As she moved forward she brought one hand down on my knee to steady herself, and my body reacted to her touch as if I’d been electrocuted.

“Allie….” I whispered back, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what I wanted. My pussy was throbbing and my clit felt as if it was on fire, and all I could think of was Allie’s smell.

Suddenly she reached out her arm, and then I felt her cool, soft fingers pressing down on the hand that I was using to massage my clit. She followed the motion of my hand, trying to feel what I was feeling, and she lowered her body down between my legs to get comfortable, keeping one of her own hands underneath her body and between her thighs.

She was content to just feel me playing with myself, but suddenly I wasn’t content. I lifted my hand and before she could react I clamped it down over hers, forcing her onto my clit. She whispered my name and I moaned, keeping her hand in place, and then she began to rub me gently, letting me guide her hand with mine.

“Touch me,” I said, a little louder now. “Please feel my pussy, Allie….”

Her head was getting lower and lower, and soon her face was almost right up against me. She took her other hand out of her cunt and used it to grab hold of the end of the vibrator, and then suddenly she was doing everything, fucking me with the vibrator and using her lovely fingers on my clit, and I put my hands around her face as I watched it all, thinking that I was more turned on at this moment than I’d ever been in my entire life. My whole body was sheathed in sweat now, and I could feel the sweat on Allie’s arms where they pressed up against the inside of my thighs.

“Sarah,” she whispered, “I want you to come, Sarah….”

That was all I needed. It was as if I was hit with three or four orgasms at the same time, not one after the other in a nice smooth progression but all at once, and I bucked against Allie’s hand and squeezed my legs together, inadvertently pushing my sister’s head down into my pussy. My thighs locked around her head as the next wave hit me, and then the vibrator was being pulled out of me, and then… oh christ… then Allie’s mouth was on me, sucking on my clit, and I clamped my legs around her even tighter and started shaking. Without thinking, I started bucking my hips, thrusting my pussy up to meet her tongue and her lips.

“Oh, god, Allie,” I panted. “Eat me… please eat me….”

She moaned and the vibrations echoed through my clit and through my whole body, and then suddenly I was turning her on the bed, pushing her onto her back with her head still trapped between my legs, until I ended up on top of her. “Don’t stop eating me,” I told her. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop….”

She needed no encouragement. I slid forward and backward on her face, making it easy for her to alternate between sucking my clit and lapping at the juices that were flowing out of my cunt. Now that her hands were free, she grabbed hold of my ass, and whenever I pulled away from her mouth she pulled me back down. I stayed on top of her that way, fucking her beautiful mouth with wild abandon, for what seemed like an eternity. It was as if a complete stranger had taken over my body, and I heard the stranger telling Allie to keep eating that pussy, to lick that cunt, to suck the cum out of that fucking pussy.

After an endless time, I lifted myself off her and turned to face the other direction, still straddling her head. Before she could say a word or ask what I was doing, I pushed my ass down into her face, spreading the cheeks so I could bury her inside me. Her tongue found my asshole immediately, and I started moving my hips around in a slow, tight circle, grinding my ass into her face and letting her pleasure me, forcing her to do what she’d done to me in my dream. And if, as in my dream, our parents had suddenly appeared at the foot of the bed, it would have only made me grind against her even harder.

“Good girl,” I said, looking down at her naked body sprawled beneath me. Her hand had found its way back to her pussy, and she was feverishly playing with herself again. “Suck my ass, Allie,” I said. “Kiss my little asshole and spread your legs wide for me… show me how much you like to suck me….”

Allie’s legs opened and her knees came up into the air, and her fingers started moving faster. I knew she needed some release, and I planned to give it to her. I let her fuck my ass with her tongue for another minute, and then I lowered myself onto her body, pressing my slick, sweaty breasts against her abdomen. Then I lowered my head and opened my mouth, and dragged my tongue down, very slowly, from her pretty little navel to the top of her neatly trimmed pubic mound, and then down even farther, until I was inside the lips of her pussy. I put my mouth around her clit and she cried out, her whole body stiffening beneath me. I closed my lips over the swollen nub and swirled my tongue across its surface, sucking gently but persistently, and she responded by squeezing her own thighs together around my face. Her aroused scent and the incredible mental picture I had of what we were doing was making me feel crazed, and I started lapping at her wet pussy and feeding on her clit with a kind of gentle, savage fury. I wanted to suck every ounce of juice out of her body, I wanted her to explode in my mouth just as I exploded in hers. I slid my hands under her ass and used one finger to play with her asshole as I ate her, and Allie responded by doing the same thing to me, and now we were both devouring each other and neither of us could see or hear anything because of the sweaty thighs that were keeping us both locked in place.

Suddenly I felt, more than heard, Allie’s low-pitched, animal groan, and she began pumping herself against my mouth like a wild horse as she began to come. Her mouth slipped off my pussy as she lost herself in the orgasm, but I started to come again anyway. Tears of exhaustion and astonishment were running down my face and mixing with Allie’s sweat and cum, and I licked up all of it, everything that was within reach of my hungry lips. The orgasm blinded me with its power, making every nerve ending on my body ultra-sensitive, so that even the slightest touch from Allie, anywhere on my body, was enough to trigger another exhausting wave. I imagined myself unloading in her mouth, feeding my cum to her, and I sucked her dry as I pictured and felt her doing the same to me.

Eventually we both relaxed our thighs enough to ease the grip we had around each other’s heads, but otherwise we didn’t move for a long, long time. I thought she had finally fallen asleep, and then she startled me by getting up on her hands and knees on the bed.

“Sarah,” she said, her voice hoarse and shaky.

“Sweetheart,” I whispered back, touching her face in the semi-darkness.

“Please… fuck me.”

For a few seconds I didn’t say anything, I didn’t move or even breathe. Then I sat all the way up on the bed, so that my face was only inches from hers. I said, “Okay, Allie.”

I climbed off the bed and went to the closet, then turned on the light so I could find the box that was hidden in the very back of the room. I opened the box and found what I needed—a strap-on kit that had been given to me by an adventurous boyfriend a few years back. It came with a variety of different cocks, and I picked one that was realistic and a good size, not terribly long but quite thick. Then I turned off the light and quietly closed the closet door.

As I turned and approached the bed, holding both the cock and the harness, Allie said, “Wait.”

She was kneeling on the bed, facing me, her body backlit by the moon. Just seeing her silhouette made my nipples crinkle again.

“What is it?” I whispered. “If you’re afraid, Allie….”

“It’s not that,” she said. Her voice was strange and desperate as she added, “Turn on the light, Sarah.” When I hesitated, she said with conviction, “I want you to see me. I want you… to look at my body while you fuck me… to look at my face… to watch me come….” She lifted her head a little, and her voice was plaintive as she said, “Do you want to see me, Sarah?”

I was shaking, now. “More than anything,” I said. I leaned over and fumbled with the lamp beside the bed, finally locating the switch, and then suddenly the room was filled with soft, golden light.

I turned and looked at Allie. Still kneeling in the same position, her arms were down at her sides, covering nothing, and her thighs were slightly opened. Her face was sweaty and flushed and her gorgeous hair fell in a tangled clump across her shoulders. I was filled with something like awe at how sexual she looked, how raw and perfect and uncorrupted.

Her mouth was open a tiny bit, and her eyes were on mine. And because I knew she wanted me to look at her—really look at her—that’s what I did. I moved my eyes down her slick, golden body, taking in her exquisite breasts and her painfully hard nipples, noticing the pink flush that spread across her chest as she saw my eyes travel down her body. Her chest moved in time with her quick, shallow breasts, and I followed a single bead of sweat as it glided down from between her breasts, across her abdomen, and then dissipated as it approached her bellybutton. My eyes kept moving down, and now I was looking at her lovely, delicate pussy. The few hairs around it glistened with sweat and saliva and her own cum, and the lips were pink and inflamed. I gave it one last, lingering glance, and then I moved my eyes onward, staring at the taut muscles in her thighs as she tried to keep herself still on the bed. I could see the muscles twitch under her moist skin as my eyes moved across them, and I felt my own legs start to weaken.

I climbed on the bed and Allie moved aside to give me room, sliding down onto her butt and opening her legs. With her mouth still slightly open and her eyes glassy, she watched me strap on the harness and then attach the prosthetic cock. She looked up at my breasts, so much like her own, and then finally up at my face. I slid forward on the bed, getting closer to her, and she laid her head back on the pillow and spread her legs even more, as wide as they would go. She closed her eyes and put her arms out beside her, palms and fingers digging into the sheets as she waited for me to fuck her.

I guided the head of the cock toward her, letting it rest for a moment against her still swollen clit. Then I rubbed it gently from side to side, very slowly, and Allie’s grip on the bed sheets tightened.

“Please,” she whispered.

I moved the head down a short distance, until it was right up against her wet, aching hole. Then I pushed forward about an inch, amazed at how much I was enjoying this…. I let go of the shaft and put both of my hands down on the bed around Allie’s body, and as I brought my weight down on her she started to shake. I was worried that it might be too thick for her, but she suddenly arched her back and said, “Do it, Sarah. Just fuck me!”

Overcome with emotion, I slid all the way inside her. She cried out as the fat cock split her open, but almost immediately she started moving against me. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me forward, and then my mouth was on her mouth, finding and devouring her tongue, even as I lifted my ass and started working the cock in and out of her pussy. I found her hands on the bed and lifted her arms so they were pinned beneath me, and I pressed my entire body up against hers, making sure that both our clits were being stimulated by the contact. The kissing alone was making me dizzy, and the feeling of Allie’s legs clamped around my butt as I fucked her was unexpectedly amazing….

I kept my mouth on hers and felt her moaning around my tongue, and I felt her body start to shake beneath me. She started bucking wildly against me, and I responded by fucking her more roughly, using shorter, faster strokes instead of the long and gentle strokes with which I’d started. I let go of her hands and she immediately wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in close, and then her hands were all over my back and my sides, and I felt her struggling to feel my breasts, which were mashed up against her own, so I pushed myself up on my arms so she could reach them.

I closed my eyes as she found my nipples and played with them, and I knew that I was probably fucking her too hard now but I couldn’t stop, and then I opened my eyes and she was looking back at me, and she said, “Almost there, don’t stop, Sarah….”

I lowered my head to kiss her again, and then I simply lost myself in our fucking, and we were turning on the bed now, and suddenly I looked up and Allie was on top of me, her hair falling down in my face, pumping her little ass up and down on the cock. She brought her head down and began sucking one of my nipples, making me shiver, and when she lifted her mouth I grabbed her head and brought her back down over my breast, and then I was lost in ecstasy at what she was doing to me, and at the way she looked as she fucked me, as I fucked her.

Finally I lifted her head and brought her mouth to mine again, and I felt tears coming down her face. She pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, her whole body trembling on top of me, and then I knew she was coming. I wrapped my arms around her and kept her still, gently moving the cock around inside of her, and then she broke free from the kiss and cried out again. My own orgasm finally hit, and Allie lowered herself onto my body so I could squeeze and clutch her as I rode it out.

A long time later, after the trembling had subsided and we were both breathing normally again, Allie finally rolled off me. She didn’t move away, though, keeping her body turned and her breasts pushed up against me. And then she started to giggle. I looked at her face and started laughing, too, and I don’t think either one of us knew why were laughing.

“When I talk to Mom and Dad,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “I’m going to tell them that we really bonded this week….”

“Sometimes,” I added, “two or three times a night.”

And then we were both laughing again, softly but easily. I turned off the light, and eventually we fell asleep, both of us drifting off on the echoes of our laughter like the notes of a song.

The End

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 11

  • Posted on July 26, 2017 at 3:12 pm

By Purple Les

It was easier getting up for school on Monday. Things seemed more normal. I was excited to be with Mary again, though our time seemed so limited. Walking home that Monday, she said something to me I really liked.

“You know, Katy, you think it’s so great for me to have sex with my little sister. Well it is, but it’s not like when we had sex with each other. I mean, yeah it’s fun with Lucy, but with you it’s special. I can’t wait till we can be together again. You know, to kiss and make out and get naked. I really miss having sex with you.”

I told her I felt the same. We talked about when maybe we could spend time together again. Maybe beg our parents for another sleepover or something. After we said goodbye at my house, I felt horny. I used mom’s laptop to go online. I checked the secret e-mail I had. I hadn’t been in it for weeks. There was a hello from the mom I chatted with sometimes. She had sent me a pic of her and her eleven-year-old daughter. Nothing sexy or naked, just a pic of them together at Christmas. I liked it and wrote back and told her some of the sexy stuff that had happened to me.

I had another e-mail from the grandmother who chats with me sometimes. I was reading it when I got an instant message from her.

gm: hi katy how u been?

kt: hi grand mum been good & u?

gm: wonderful. u have a new computer?

kt: yes how’d u know?

gm: i am very tech knowledgeable. katy, hit enter on your computer

I did, and was very surprised to see her face suddenly fill my screen. I knew it was her because she had sent me her picture before. I saw myself in a small square near the top left of my screen. Then I heard her voice.

“Isn’t this nice, Katy? Now that you have a laptop from this century we can see and talk to each other. Do you like that?”

“I sure do. I wished you had warned me first though. What if my mom had been home, or what if I’d been in my underwear or something. Otherwise, yeah, this is real cool.”

“Well, I would have no problem seeing you in your underwear, or something.”

We laughed, and then after some small talk I told her about what had been going on sexwise with myself. It was okay to tell her anything because she was a grandmother, and she lived all the way over in the UK. She was pretty old, 52, but I thought she looked good for an old woman. She had sort of short white hair also. I thought she looked cool.

“I like this, Grandmum.” That’s what she liked me to call her. “It’s so much faster than typing, and I like seeing and hearing you.”

“I like it also. It’s wonderful to see and hear you as well. May I see more of you, please?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just move your laptop back some so I can see more of you, and I’ll do the same.”

The next thing I saw was her get smaller on the screen. She was at a table and I could see her from the waist up now. She had on a robe. I pushed my laptop back some and saw myself in the little square. I was sitting cross-legged on the couch and now I could see all of me so she could too.

“This is real cool, Grandmum.” Our chat became more about sex.

“Katy, dear, you’re making me very excited. Do you mind if I masturbate while we chat?”

We had told each other we were masturbating sometimes in instant chat, but it was kind of different seeing and hearing her instead.

“Okay, if you want to, I don’t mind. Do I get to watch?”

“Would you like that?” I nodded my head and said “Yes.”

Everything was all jerky for a moment. Then she had her robe off. I could see all of her now. She was very pretty. A little saggy sort of, but fit and trim. She didn’t have any pubes. I wondered to myself why some grownups didn’t have hair down there. She had me tell her more about my mom, and aunt, and Mary, and Lucy. When I started to tell her about me and Sammie she had a come. I watched her lick her fingers and she told me how much she loved me and our chat.

“Oh, Katy, my love, don’t go so long without visiting me.”

“This was so cool, Grandmum. I promise I’ll visit as often as I can.”

We said goodbyes, I told her how much I loved seeing her naked and masturbating, and she said she would love to ’frig’ for me again sometime. Then we were done. I didn’t have time to go to Juicy Secrets ’cause mom would be home soon, and I was naughty to have been on the computer. But I figured what mom didn’t know wouldn’t hurt anything. I didn’t do it much.

I was all horny now from seeing grandmum masturbate. That was so cool. I wondered if I would be able to do that with the other mom I e-mailed with. You know, seeing and hearing each other. I put away the laptop, and put the food in the oven that I was supposed to heat up, then I sat at the kitchen table and started my homework.

Mom was home soon after, and we talked and ate. I finished my homework while she cleaned up the kitchen.

Then I felt so horny.

“Um, Mom?”

“Yes, Angel.”

She looked at me like I was going to tell her I had a note from school or something.

“Mom, I’m so horny. Can we do stuff, please?”

“Well, you can go to your room and masturbate if you’d like.”

Then she laughed because she knew what I was getting at.

“Aw, Mom, you know what I mean. I want to do stuff with you.”

“Oh, like, what sort of stuff, Katy?”

She sat on the kitchen chair next to me. She put her arm over my shoulders. Her face was near mine and she smiled.

“And don’t just say sex stuff. Tell me what you’d really like to do.”

“Golly, Mom, um, you know.”

“No, I don’t, tell me,” she said, putting her face even closer to mine.

“I want to lay over your lap with my clothes pulled down. I want you to feel up my behind, and touch my butt hole and play with my pussy.”

Mom stood up and took me into the living room. She took off her slacks and put them on the couch and sat on them. She had her panties and the rest of her clothes on. She looked at me and smiled. I reached up under my skirt and pulled down my panties, and kicked them off. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I pulled my shirts up to my armpits so she could get a good look at my pussy.

It was so cool that now, instead of dreaming about it, I could for real just expose myself to my mom like this. I knelt on the couch next to her. She was looking at my pussy. I lay over her legs. I could feel the hot skin from her lap against my bare little slit. She started to run her fingers up and down the back of my thighs.

“I just love the feel of your soft smooth skin, Katy. I really love your beautiful ass.”

She started to feel my ass up. It sent shivers through me, and I started to rub my pussy against her legs.

“Like that, Angel?”

I told her I loved it. She spread my butt cheeks and blew on my ass hole. I moaned a little. She played with my butt and butt hole. She played with my pussy. She stuck a finger inside my pussy, and was finger fucking me. Another finger was tapping gently against my butt hole, then rubbing around it.

I was wiggling my clit against her legs while she did that, and then I had a come.

“Yeah, Baby! Come for Mommy. Oh, good girl, I’m coming too.”

Even though mom had her panties on, I could feel her all wet against me. I lay there a long time. Then Mom had me stand up. She leaned over and kissed my pussy.

“Go get ready for bed now, Angel, and we can watch a little TV. Okay?”

I nodded and kissed Mom and got ready for bed.

When I came back she had put on her pyjamas, too. We watched the Antiques Roadshow, and I got sleepy and she took me upstairs and tucked me in. I fell asleep before she left the room.

Tuesday when Mary walked home with me from school, after we said goodbye and rubbed noses, she started walking away, then came right back.

“Listen, Katy. Tonight when I play with my sister, I’m going to think of you when I come. Will you rub off and think of me when you come, please?”

I told her I sure would, and then she turned and walked away.

Later that night when I was on the couch with Mom, I thought about my 10-year-old friend Mary and her 5-year-old sister Lucy having sex.

“Hey, Mom?”

“What, Honey?”

“I have to masturbate.”

“Sure, Angel, call me when you’re done and I’ll come tuck you in.”

“No, Mom. I mean I want to do it right here, in front of you. Can I?”

“You mean ‘may I,’ and yes, I’d love to watch you.”

Mom went to get a towel. When she came back she put it on the floor in front of the easy chair, took off her slacks, and sat on the towel. Her hand was already down her panties.

“Do whatever makes you feel good, Angel. Talk to me, say whatever you want. I just want to masturbate while I watch and listen to you.”

I lay on the couch on my tummy with my hands underneath me. I was rubbing around, wiggling my butt.

“Mom, I like having sex with you and Aunt Billie. But what’s making me really horny is wanting to be with Mary again. I really like being with her. I miss kissing and feeling her up. I miss her doing that with me too. I want to be naked with her again.”

I got up on my knees and took my shirts off. Then I pulled down my pants and panties, and socks too. I sat back on the couch with my legs spread wide so mom could see all of me. I started moving my finger up and down my bare little slit. I could see Mom was enjoying watching me, her fingers moved faster in her panties. I was pretty wet, my middle finger moved inside my pussy. When I put my finger inside myself, Mom gave a little moan.

“You see, Mom, Mary and me are really hot for each other. I don’t know if it’s ’cause we love each other, or if it’s ’cause we can’t see each other enough to have sex, that we want it so bad. When I think about her and Lucy having sex together it makes me so wet. Today she told me if I rub off, to think about her with her sister. And I am. The thought of them kissing and hugging. Picturing them naked together … touching each other … down there … picturing Mary lick her little sister’s pussy. I want to see you lick Lucy’s pussy too, Mom.”

“I know you lick Lucy’s pussy, Mom, I want to see you do it so bad … with Mrs. Tran watching you do it. I, oh golly, I got to come now….”

And then I did come, a real good one. I wasn’t sure if it was from being naked in front of mom, naked and masturbating, or telling her what I’d been thinking. Or maybe it was doing both, but I came real hard. Mom had a good come too. We just sat there looking at each other.

“Mom, I have to come again! Please eat me! Please, pretty please!”

Without saying anything, Mom got on her knees and put her mouth to my pussy, and in about a minute or less I was having an even bigger come than the last one.

Then she told me to get ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, and washed my hands and face. Mom walked me up to my room, with me bare naked still. In my room she helped me put on my flannel night gown, and she tucked me in. She kissed me good night, and I fell asleep in a few minutes.

On Wednesday it was just another day. I was already thinking of sex stuff to do with Mom that night. At lunch time, Mary brought this little kid to our table.

“Katy, I want you to meet Siobhan. She just turned eight, but she was moved up to my class today ’cause she’s real smart. Siobhan, this is Katy, my best friend.”

I told Siobhan it was nice to meet her, and that I thought she had a real pretty name. I really did think her name was pretty. I’d never heard it before. I looked at her while she ate her lunch. She was cute. She had shoulder-length reddish brown hair, fair skin, with a sprinkle of light freckles across her cute snub nose. What really made me look at her though, were her big, bright green eyes, like a cat’s. I’d never seen any one with green eyes, and I loved them.

“I did what you said last night, Mary.”

Mary smiled at me. Siobhan looked at us with some curiosity, but was too polite to ask anything. When Siobhan got up to take her tray back, I saw that she was a lot shorter than me and Mary, but I liked her legs and butt as I watched her walk away.

“That makes me so happy, Katy, I thought of you while Lucy was licking me. I so wanted to see her lick you again too.”

We saw Siobhan coming back to the table, so we didn’t say anything else.

“Well, we have to get to class now, see you in music class later.” She gave me her nice smile.

“It was truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Katy,” said Siobhan, as she offered me her hand.

I shook her soft little hand, and said, “Likewise.” I thought about how she talked a lot like an adult would.

As I watched her and Mary walk off together, I suddenly tried to picture them naked, it was easy to picture Mary’s bare butt cause I’d seen it, but I had to use my imagination to picture Siobhan’s bare ass.

So later I was in the hall talking to Mary and Siobhan before music class, when my mom came around the corner.

“Hi, girls.” said my mom. “Katy, I totally forgot you have a dentist appointment today. Mary, she won’t be back to school this afternoon.”

Me and Mary were both disappointed we wouldn’t be having our walk home later. Mom took me by the hand. I stopped at my class long enough to get my coat and homework assignments, and then I was in the pickup truck with Mom.

It wasn’t like my mom to forget an appointment, then I noticed we were going the wrong way for the dentist.

“Mom, I don’t think this is the right way.”

“It’s not, Katy. I am sorry to take you out of school, but I don’t think it will do any harm just this one time. We’re going home.” Mom glanced at me smiling, “To have some, um, girl fun, is that okay?”

Well, I was never more surprised, I told her it was great. Imagine your mom taking you out of school to have sex. There was a lot more to this though.

As mom pulled in our driveway and turned the truck off, Aunt Billie’s car pulled in right behind us. We all stood in the driveway, Mom saying it was perfect timing. As Mom unlocked the door to the house, Mrs. Tran pulled in the driveway, and she had Lucy with her. I felt all tingly all of a sudden. Did this mean we were all going to have sex? I couldn’t believe something like that would ever happen, but I thought maybe it really would. I couldn’t think straight.

After we were all in the house and out of our coats and boots, the grownups were talking. Lucy said it was time for her show. I took her in the living room and put on the TV, while the grownups went in my mom’s bedroom and shut the door. I had no idea what was going on, so I lay on the couch while Lucy sat near the TV watching the stupid kid show she liked. I wondered if the grownups were doing sex stuff, and if they were, why was I out here and not in there with them?

After the show Lucy got up and said to me, “It’s time for feel goods now, Katy.”

She took me by the hand, led me to mom’s bedroom door and knocked loudly.

“Mommy, my stories are over, can I come in for feel goods now?”

We heard Mrs. Tran say that would be fine. Then Lucy added, “I have Katy with me, I want her to have feel goods too, okay?”

Through the door Mrs. Tran said, “That’s fine with us, Lucy. Lucy, you won’t mind that you will be seeing Aunt Billie naked, do you?”

“No, Mommy, I don’t mind,” Lucy replied with a giggle.

Then we heard my mom’s voice.

“And, Katy, you won’t mind that you’ll be seeing Mrs. Tran naked, do you?”

My voice was shaky, but I managed to say I wouldn’t mind that.

Mrs. Tran said, “Then come on in, girls.”

Lucy opened the door and pulled me in behind her. On the bed I saw Aunt Billie laying between mom and Mrs. Tran. They were all naked as the day they were born. I couldn’t take my eyes off Mrs. Tran. She was beautiful. Her boobs were smallish but perfect. Her nipples were dark and hard and kind of long. She had pussy hair, but only over her pussy, I could see her pussy lips, they were darker like mom’s but not nearly as big as mom’s. They were more like a girl’s.

“So how you like to do this, Billie?” Mrs. Tran said to my aunt. “You never been with my daughter, and I never been with Katy.”

The grownups were all touching each other on their boobs, and pussies, and legs.

Aunt Billie cleared her throat. “Well, I think I would love to see you undress your daughter for starts. Would you do that for us, Grace?”

I stood there like a statue as Mrs. Tran got Lucy up on the bed. She slowly undressed her cute five-year-old in front of all us. Lucy seemed to love being slowly exposed to us, one piece of clothing at a time, till she was as naked as the grownups. Mrs. Tran helped her now nude daughter balance herself standing on the bed, and then licked Lucy’s puffy, little girl pussy. Lucy gave a little moan and stated she liked that a lot.

Mrs. Tran said, “Lucy, how about if Aunt Billie does that to you now?”

Lucy said, ”Sure” and moved over so she was standing with her pussy right in front of Aunt Billie’s face. Mom and Mrs. Tran helped hold Lucy in place. Lucy put her hands on Aunt Billie’s head to steady herself.

“Yes, good, Billie. You like tasting my little girl’s pussy?” asked Mrs. Tran.

My aunt’s answer was muffled. I saw Lucy clench and relax her butt cheeks, over and over. I saw my mom run her hand all over Lucy’s cute little butt. I saw mom’s finger go in Lucy’s butt crack and move up and down. Lucy was saying over and over, “Feels good” and looking up at the ceiling, now with her eyes closed.

Then Lucy was laying back, Mrs. Tran and my mom were sort of holding Lucy up in the air halfway, and Aunt Billie’s mouth was all over Lucy’s pussy, like she was eating a juicy peach. Then Lucy was all wiggles and trying to squirm away. Then her legs were stiff in the air and her toes straight out, and she relaxed all over and just lay there on my aunt’s legs after my mom and her mom let her down.

She looked so happy as she sighed, “Thanks for a real good feel good, Aunt Billie.”

“Aunt Billie make you real happy, huh?” Mrs. Tran asked Lucy, who nodded and smiled. “Well, now I think I’d like to see Carol take her daughter’s clothes off now. That okay with you two?”

Mom looked at me and I nodded, “Yes”.

Mom got off the bed. Lucy was laying between Mrs. Tran and my aunt. Mom moved me to the side of the bed so they could see me better. Aunt Billie and Mrs. Tran were playing with each other’s pussy, while they watched. Lucy watched too, her fingers playing with the tits on either side of her. You could hear the grownups on the bed, their pussies were all squishy sounding.

Mom was kissing my skin wherever she had just removed my clothing. Finally, she slowly pulled down my panties, and kissed my pussy.

Mom looked at Mrs. Tran and said, “Grace, my sister-in-law licked your daughter’s pussy, would you lick my daughter’s pussy for us? You’d like that wouldn’t you, Katy?”

I nodded my head real hard, “Yes!”

“Oh yeah, I’d love to do that, you sure that okay with you, Katy?” Mrs. Tran said to me.

“Yes it’s okay, but, um, can I please lick yours too, afterwards?” The grownups all smiled at me.

My mom was sitting with her back against the headboard, and I was on her lap with my legs spread wide. Mrs. Tran was on her hands and knees licking my pussy. Aunt Billie was laying on her side watching and running her fingers all over Lucy, who was laying on her side in front of Aunt Billie.

“I like seeing you lick Katy’s pussy, Mommy,” Lucy said in her little high-pitched voice. I couldn’t believe how hard and fast I came. Mrs. Tran smiled with my come on her face, and then she kissed my mom.

Then Mrs. Tran was lying on her back, and Mom was kissing her. Lucy was watching. Aunt Billie took something out of Mom’s night stand. It looked like a candle sort of, but when my aunt turned the bottom of it, it made a buzzing sound. Aunt Billie put it inside Mrs. Trans pussy and moved it in and out real slow. Mom told me to lick Mrs. Tran’s clit.

I did, I started doing the ABCs on it with my tongue, and sucking it too.

I heard Lucy saying, “Yeah, make my mommy feel good.”

Mrs. Tran said a lot of weird things when she came, I think she was speaking in Vietnamese maybe.

We all lay on the bed cuddling and stuff after.

Mrs. Tran said, “I have to get back to the restaurant real soon, how we want to end?”

The grownups talked, and we ended with me and Lucy kissing and playing with each other’s pussy. Then me and Lucy took turns licking each other’s pussy. While we did that, the grownups watched and played with each other’s pussies till they all had one more come.

Mrs. Tran and Lucy used the bathroom, then came back in Mom’s bedroom and dressed. Mom went with them to the door, while me and Aunt Billie snuggled in bed. We heard them leave and then mom got back in bed with us.

We stayed in bed naked a long time, kissing each other a lot, and we took turns using the bathroom and got dressed. Mom made some dinner, and Aunt Billie left after the evening news. I went to bed early, totally exhausted.

Thursday, I didn’t even think about sex. I didn’t think about it at all on Friday either. Except to ask mom if it was okay if we just watched a movie and didn’t fool around. She said that would be fine, because she would be having a busy day Saturday. We both went to bed early Friday night, and it was a good thing, because Saturday would be a busy day for me too, it turned out.

Continue on to Chapter 12

Two Moms, Chapter 5

  • Posted on July 25, 2017 at 12:10 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I guess I sort of tired myself out with kissing and masturbating, because I fell asleep really fast that night and didn’t wake up at all. Of course at home I usually didn’t stay up that late anyway, until almost midnight. Normally I go to sleep pretty early and then get up first thing in the morning without any problem. That’s just how I am.

But when I woke up kind of late the next day, I wondered for a second what was going on, what was wrong. The bed was strange, the room was strange, and there was someone else asleep beside me! Obviously I figured out right away that it was Jessica, and I remembered where I was.

She was still sleeping soundly, lying on her stomach with her head resting on an arm, her face turned toward me. Her lips were slightly open and her cheeks were all pink from sleeping. She looked to me more than ever like a really little girl, only six or seven years old.

It made me smile when I thought about all the things she and I had done the night before. Even though Jess was so small and looked so young, she got me super excited when she rolled naked on top of me and kissed me using her tongue. God, that was unbelievable. I’d never known how great it could be kissing another girl. Of course I’d thought about it plenty of times — when I played with myself at night in my own bed, my usual fantasy was to imagine I was kissing one of the pretty girls at school.

Then I giggled and shook my head as I lay there with my friend snoozing beside me. From now on, I’d have a whole bunch of new stuff to think about — I mean, I’d actually watched two women having sex in real life, right in front of me! I would never ever forget that, and definitely would want to use it the next time I masturbated.

So amazing, so awesome to picture that again… Sophie glancing over at me as I sat in the chair, smiling and licking her lips as she looked straight into my eyes, then turning and putting her mouth on Karen’s wet pussy, kissing and licking and sucking her, making her come while I watched… and after she gave Karen three orgasms that way, Sophie getting on top of her, fucking her pussy to pussy until they both climaxed… just wow, that had to be the hottest, most arousing thing I’d ever seen in my life…

I could remember every bit of it, how they looked, both so turned on, all covered in sweat with their bare skin glowing, the exciting dirty words they used, the way they screamed when they came, the yummy delicious smell of it, and —

“You doing it again?”

Oops! That was Jessica’s voice. Turned out I hadn’t waited until I got home to masturbate to those incredible images. My fingers were wedged between my pussy lips, so gooey and slippery, my clit swollen and throbbing. I was breathing hard, trembling, already on the edge.

“Sorry… um, did I wake you?” I managed to squeak out, while trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, “I just, you know, woke up, I think.”

“Okay.” Although I’d paused in rubbing myself, I hadn’t taken my fingers away. I left them on my clit, feeling it pulse. God, I wanted to come so bad.

After yawning and stretching, Jess turned her head toward me and smiled, her eyes still crinkly with sleep. “You don’t have to stop. It’s all right.”

When she’d stretched, reaching her arms up over her head, the covers had slipped down a bit, letting me see her small breasts, little cone shapes with puffy nipples. Now I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Without intending to, and before I could stop myself, I said, “Can I touch you?”

“What?”

“Can I, um—” my voice caught. I cleared my throat, feeling my heart pound, but asked, “Is it okay if I touch your boobs?”

“Sure, of course it is.” Her smile widened. She pushed the covers down farther and shifted slightly toward me, offering herself.

With one hand still between my legs, on my clit, I reached the other hand over to her. Although I’d never touched another girl’s boobs before, that was something else I’d thought about a lot. In fact, I realized, I thought about all this stuff so much, about kissing and touching girls and having sex with them, it must mean I really was lesbian. Which was fine. It got me so excited!

My fingers brushed the tip of Jessica’s nipple. I licked my lips while tickling my clit, then closed my fingers around her nipple, lightly squeezing.

“Mmm,” she sighed.

As I fondled her, I could actually see the nipple swell and grow, feel it stiffen under my fingertips. It felt so nice, and looked so temping. So kissable and suckable. My mouth watered as I thought about that. I swallowed, and then suddenly, without warning —

“Jess, I — unnhh!!” I groaned and shook, climaxing with my hand clutching her breast.

 

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Nora slowly came awake.

My god, what a nice dream that had been. Rolling onto her back, she stretched and chuckled to herself. For once, a dream that wasn’t about underage girls… instead, she’d been with Karen, in her beautiful home.

They were sitting together at her piano, side by side on the bench, playing a classical piece. That was odd enough, because Nora hadn’t played piano since she was nine years old, taking lessons for only a few months. Nothing beyond that. The other funny thing was that they both played perfectly while kissing at the same time, using tongues and everything. It was bizarre, but very arousing.

Her hand strayed down between her legs, caressing her pussy. Ouch. She was sore. Overdid it just a bit the night before. Chuckling again, she threw the covers back and got out of bed. It was time now for a nice power walk, but then maybe after that, when she got in the shower…. yes, that sounded great.

 

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“Are you hungry?”

“Huh?”

“Are you hungry?” Jess asked. “Cuz I am.”

“Oh, uh… yeah, I guess so.”

I lay panting beside her in bed, recovering from my orgasm. I wasn’t really very hungry, hadn’t thought about food yet, but it seemed the polite thing to say.

“Let’s take a quick shower first, though. We can wash each other, okay? Then we’ll go down and eat.”

“Uh, well, all right.”

We got up and headed for her bathroom.

 

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The morning air was perfect, still cool and crisp, with almost no humidity. Exactly right for a brisk walk. Nora pumped her arms as she strode the nearly empty streets, loving the feel of working her muscles. She had two addictions: power walking and pornography, a very specific kind of pornography.

Images flashed through Nora’s mind while she pounded along, images she knew so well, of little girls with hairless pussies, with flat chests or perhaps tiny breast buds, spreading their slim young legs for her, letting Nora see everything. God, she loved it so much.

 

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Jess peed first, then me. When I wiped myself, the toilet paper stuck to my fingers. They were tacky with goo from my pussy. That made me smile and turned me on, so while I was wiping I rubbed my clit with my thumb a little bit, kind of secretly. Even though I’d already had a nice come, I was still feeling a buzz.

Getting in the shower, I looked at Jessica’s boobs again, then at her crotch. She had only a small amount of hair, but way more than me, because I had none at all. I wished I would grow up faster. I was actually pretty tall, taller than most of the girls in my class, and nearly all the boys. But I was so skinny and flat and smooth all over, like a child. It was so annoying.

 

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Nora turned the final corner, starting down the last stretch of eight blocks toward home. Even in the cool air, she’d broken a very good sweat. It felt great.

The other thing that felt great was the tingle in her pussy. Vigorous exercise would always do that for her. Not only get her heart pumping, but her libido as well. Of course, those pictures helped too, the ones she replayed in her mind.

Why did that excite her so much — images of naked little girls, fantasies of having sex with them — was she unique, or could there be other women who were turned on by such things? Nora had never spoken with anyone else about that, had always kept her forbidden desires completely secret. But sometimes she wished she had someone to share it all with.

 

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“Wash my back, okay?” said Jess, turning away from me, placing her hands on the wall of the wide shower stall.

“Okay.”

I lathered up with liquid soap from a dispenser, then ran my sudsy hands up and down her little back. She was about six inches shorter than I was, and the difference seemed greater for some reason when we had no clothes on — at least from the back. From the front, of course, I could see her boobs and her pussy hair, which made her look older. But now, this way, it was like she was just a kid compared to me.

She was a girl, though, and she was naked, and she definitely turned me on. Without much hesitation, I scrubbed not only Jessica’s back, but also her bottom. She didn’t object to that at all. For a second or two, I thought about pushing my hand down between her legs and washing her private parts. But no, I couldn’t. We weren’t ready to go that far yet. Maybe we never would be.

 

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Although her pussy lips were tender and sore from the many hours of masturbating and numerous orgasms the night before, with the massaging wand in the shower on a low setting it wasn’t too bad. Nora sat on the tile seat, leaning back against the wall, running the flow of warm water up and down over her sex as she fantasized.

She was thinking about Karen again, about the dream she’d had, and about their brief meeting the previous afternoon… shaking the woman’s hand, admiring her lovely face, looking at her mouth, wondering what she had on under that silky kimono, if anything.

Nora recalled their conversation, and then revised it, this time accepting the invitation for a glass of wine… in her imagination they sat side by side, sipping from their glasses, quickly becoming very close, sharing their darkest thoughts with one another, their most intimate desires…

You like little girls? Nora asked, and Karen replied, Of course I do, while moving in for a kiss, their tongues playing… mmm, such a lovely fantasy.

Nora held the shower wand over her pussy, focusing the pulse on her clit. She was getting close now, almost there… but was all this simply a fantasy, or could some of it really be true?

She had a feeling about Karen for some reason, an inkling, that maybe, just possibly, the beautiful woman shared some of her own forbidden desires, her secret longings… in her mind, as she played the flow of water over her tingling sex, Nora imagined the two of them kissing passionately… then getting up and walking hand in hand up the stairs to Jessica’s bedroom… when they found their daughters naked in bed, kissing each other, she and Karen would join them, and —

Nora came hard, crying out, her lusty scream echoing in the shower stall.

 

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I wanted to do more with Jessica, but I didn’t. I scrubbed her back and her butt, and she did the same with me. We both washed our own private parts, though, then she turned off the water and we got out. After quickly drying ourselves, we dressed and went downstairs.

That’s when I met Margaret for the first time, their cook. She was in the huge kitchen, wearing a long white bib apron over her clothes — slacks and a blouse and flat shoes — along with one of those tall chef hat things. It seemed kind of funny to me, almost like she was in a costume or something. But she was super nice. I liked her a lot.

Nothing very special happened the rest of that morning. Margaret fixed french toast and bacon for us, which we ate at the kitchen table. There were fresh strawberries too. It was all really good.

Jess was in a bubbly mood, jabbering away the whole time. I didn’t say too much, and neither did Karen, who was sitting beside us in a plush terry robe, holding a cup of coffee, looking half asleep. There was no sign of either Sophie or Freja.

When breakfast was over, we went outside and walked around for a while in their big backyard, just talking about stuff. Then at 11:00, my mom called and said it was time for me to come home. I had chores to do.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Tanning Oil

  • Posted on July 24, 2017 at 1:52 pm

Silver Lining, Chapter 5

  • Posted on July 23, 2017 at 2:03 pm

By Cassie

It was the smell of coffee that eventually woke Justine to the new day. Like a regular alarm, the sweet smell of Arabica beans roasted and piping hot brought her from the deep slumber she was in. She smiled before she even opened her eyes, stretched out her hand to feel the warm body of her sister under the sheets of the bed, and found nothing but cool linen.

She frowned, squinting her eyes open, wondering if the last few hours were some horrible mixture of perfect dream and perfect torture. Briefly she wondered, Was it worth all that mental anguish; to acknowledge my sister in such a sexual way, only for it to have been a dream?

She sat up in bed and quickly realised that at least some of it had to be true. She wasn’t in the spare room. She recognised Kelly’s bed from both its size and the faint earthy scent her sister had — so similar to Justine’s own, yet subtly different, and utterly intoxicating. But Kelly wasn’t there.

Justine sat up in her sister’s bed, red-gold curls spilling over her shoulders, and pulled up the sheets to cover her nakedness. She listened for the sound of some movement, but could not hear anything.

Looking around the neat, sparsely furnished room, Justine saw a bathrobe hanging on a hook by the door facing her. She got up, dropping the sheets, and padded quietly to the robe, slipping into it and belting it round her waist. She stopped for a moment and held the thick, furry lapels of the robe to her face and closed her eyes, breathing in deeply of that subtly-different scent of her sister.

Justine felt her heart begin to quicken and opened her eyes, determined not to be caught looking so foolish should Kelly re-enter her room.

But why would I look foolish? she thought to herself. Surely after last night, in between and at either side of the intimate cuddles the two sisters shared, along with the soft kiss Kelly had given her this morning, surely there was nothing awkward between them, now that such intimacy had been breached.

Justine opened the door leading out to the landing and the downstairs, suddenly convinced of the reciprocity of her new-found feelings of intimacy and desire for her own sister. It was a wonderful feeling for Justine but, unfortunately, misplaced.

“Hey, you!” Kelly said, looking over her shoulder as Justine walked cautiously into the kitchen. Justine’s new-found sister was standing beside a hob cooker, stirring absently with a wooden spoon at a pot that was bubbling with something. Kelly was dressed in an old college-style athletics t-shirt, with loose flannel shorts and beach-wear flip flops. Beside her, a pot of freshly-ground coffee sat steaming on the sideboard.

Justine smiled and closed her eyes, breathing in the aroma. “The coffee smells great,” she said.

“Woke you up, huh? I suppose that confirms it, then.”

”Confirms it?”

“The fact that we’re sisters. I’m the only other person who can sleep through a hurricane, but wakes up at the smell of fresh coffee!”

Kelly gave Justine a broad smile, but then turned away; concentrating on the bubbling pot. After a moment’s awkward silence, Kelly asked over her shoulder if Justine wanted any scrambled eggs. Justine walked up behind her sister and put her hands on Kelly’s hips. She leaned in to give her sister a little kiss on the neck, but felt Kelly stiffen, as though scared.

“Hey,” Justine said, standing back to disentangle the identical strands of red hair. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Kelly threw another brief smile over her shoulder, then looked away again. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Except these damned eggs! I never seem to get them right!”

“Here,” said Justine, encircling her arm around her sister’s to take hold of the spoon. “You might not be stirring it the right—”

Kelly flinched and dropped the spoon, stepping away from Justine. This time, there was no smile on her lips, nor glitter in her eyes.

“Oh, forget the fucking eggs!” she blurted, looking first at Justine, then at the floor. Justine did not know what to say, and there was a lifetime of unspoken seconds until Kelly spoke next. “I don’t know where the fuck you — maybe you should just… maybe you should…” She shook her head, as though to shake loose some thoughts. “Look, we had a really good day yesterday, but last night, I don’t know what — I don’t understand….”

Justine stepped toward Kelly, holding out her hands. “Hey, look; I’m sorry if coming into your room was a problem. I just got a bit scared in the dark and I thought… you know.”

Kelly sighed, looking down again. She clearly didn’t want a fight, but was uncomfortable too.

An icy hint of fear touched Justine. Had she done something in her sleep? Touched her sister in an uninvited way? Or was it something Kelly had done instead? Something her wide-awake mind couldn’t accept, or didn’t like?

Justine knew that Kelly was feeling fragile enough, coming to terms so quickly with the idea of having a twin sister all of a sudden. That and, perhaps, the renewed intimacy of sharing her bed after her husband’s death must have been too much for her.

Justine made a decision.

“Listen, Kelly, I’m sorry if things didn’t work out so well, or if I said or did anything to offend you, but I never meant to.”

Kelly stood quietly, staring intently at her kitchen floor. Justine waited for some kind of reply, but none came.

“I’ll get my stuff from upstairs,” Justine mumbled. “I need to get back home anyhow.”

She turned and walked back up the stairs to the spare bedroom. Kelly did not say anything.

In the spare room, Justine sat down on the bed and gathered her clothes together; putting on fresh underwear from her bag, but the same outer clothes she wore yesterday. Somehow, on a very small level, she wanted to keep that sense of intimacy of discovery with her sister; even if it was only on the scent of her clothes.

Now dressed, she sat for a few minutes; willing herself not to cry. Eventually, she got up and left the room. As she stepped toward the stairs, she heard the pitter-patter sound of Kelly’s shower being used. She paused for a moment outside her sister’s bedroom door and wondered whether or not she should go in. But cowardice wrapped in common sense made up her mind, and she made her way to the front door instead.

By the door, there was a note, folded into an envelope with Justine’s name written on the front. Justine picked up the note, held it in her hand, then stepped out of Kelly’s house and walked quietly to her car.

She did not read the note until the middle of the next night, but she held the paper so close to her, and fingered the lettering of her name so many times, the ink had started to smudge even before she cried onto it.

*****

When Justine made it back to her home in Brighton, it was getting dark already. She’d stopped a couple of times to admire the rolling Sussex countryside, or take a break from driving. Or that’s what she told herself. Really — deep down — she knew that if she kept driving without a break, and let her maudlin thoughts build up, she’d begin to cry and never stop. She had gone through a spectrum of emotions already — from angry to remorseful to desperate, but always coming back to plain old sadness.

She let herself into her flat and went straight into the kitchen, where she made herself a hot chocolate, toasted two pieces of bread, and grabbed an apple from her neglected fruit bowl. Then she went into her lounge, put on the television and cycled through enough cable channels to make her chocolate cold.

Toast eaten, and no programmes on TV worth watching, she got up and made her way to the computer. She fired up the machine, fully intent on getting some work done — but before she’d even checked her e-mail, Justine logged onto the Sisters in Love site. She needed someone to talk to, someone who could understand, give her some advice, or simply listen to her in a sympathetic way.

There were a few new stories Jan had uploaded since Justine last looked at the site, and one or two testimonials she hadn’t read before, but Justine ignored them for the time being and clicked onto the forum pages to see what was being discussed.

There were a few new entries, including one new string on sisters in non-Hollywood movies who had acted together but, again, nothing to do with Justine’s concerns. So she decided to pen one of her own, hoping that someone would be willing to read and possibly answer it. She titled the entry ‘So near and yet so far; what next?’

Hi. My name’s Justine and I’m pretty new to SIL. I recently discovered that I have a twin sister who I’d been separated from since birth. We met not long ago and there was an instant attraction that I (usually the most straight of women) could not ignore. My sister and I spent some quality time together, and my feelings for her grew.

Very recently, I spent the night with her and we cuddled intimately (nothing more). But in the morning, my twin seemed very upset with me, and all but asked me to leave. I can’t go back to her, and I can’t bear to never see her again. Has anyone ever suffered the same way?

Justine left the entry at that and submitted it. She left the computer to make herself a cup of green tea, then came back in to do some work. But when she sat down at her desk, there was a reply to her SIL entry already. Justine put down her cup and clicked on the reply.

Hey there. That’s quite a pickle, by the sounds of it. I don’t know about your sister, but have you read the testimonial by Magdalene? It might give you a clue what the other side is thinking of.

The reply was from someone called ‘Ranfurly ’ who Justine hadn’t noticed before, but who had seemed to be a member for some time. Taking the advice, Justine put her work on hold and searched the SIL site for this particular testimonial.

She found it — an old one, it seemed — and read about the anguish of a woman who, in her youth, rejected the affections of a half-sister she had previously known nothing about. It seemed this incident took place many years ago, with the woman, Magdalene, having been introduced to her sister by an obscure cousin.

The two young women had got on famously, sharing each other’s sense of humour, mischief, and longing. They spent an entire summer together, almost inseparable, until the half-sister had to go back to her boarding school in a different town.

The night before she was to leave, the half-sister made known her affections toward Magdalene, and attempted to seduce her. Magdalene, in her own words, spoke about how she angrily rejected her half-sister’s affections; how she burned with an anger that told her she had been tricked and betrayed by this perverted woman.

Magdalene never saw her again. A month after their break-up, she heard the news that her half-sister had been killed in a tragic road accident. The last words Magdalene had said to her half-sister had been uttered out of anger and spite, and she spent half of the rest of her life regretting them, and the chance to return her half-sister’s affections.

Justine read and reread the story, trying to take it all in. What was the message there? That Kelly was angry and confused, but loved Justine anyway? That sibling love is doomed by a higher power than mere human want? Justine did not know, and could not think about it anymore.

On impulse, she picked up her phone and dialled Kelly’s number. The answer machine, with Kelly’s bright, sunny voice, spoke out to her, asking Justine to leave a message.

“Kelly? It’s Justine. I just — I just wanted to let you know that I got back okay. I wanted to see if you — if you — Kelly, are you there? Kelly? Please pick up the phone. I really need to talk to you. Kelly? Please?”

Justine put down the phone when she heard the desperation in her own voice. She sat back and cried, not knowing what else to do.

*****

Almost two days later, Justine had nearly gotten back into her own routine. She had moped for some time after her aborted call to Kelly. Had briefly flirted with the ideas of trashing her flat, driving straight back to Ashford to confront her twin sister, going out to a bar and getting rotten drunk, offering to sleep with the first person to take her fancy, eating as much chocolate and ice-cream as she could before being sick, going to her gym and pounding away at the punch bag until her knuckles were bloody. She nearly fell for the last one, but instead, exhausted, went to bed and slept surprisingly well. She did not dream.

The next day, she logged back into her work and toiled feverishly to make up for lost time, taking only short breaks from the computer or phone until late at night. She did the same the next day, a Monday.

Then, in the evening, Justine found herself toying between the decision of cooking some food, or going to the gym. Eventually, needing the air and the need to work out her frustrations, she decided on the gym and got changed into her all-black running kit of Lycra vest and leggings, zip-up hoodie and trainers.

She left her flat and made her way down to the street to start the ten-minute warm-up jog to her gym. Justine closed the flat door behind her and, turning left onto the pavement as she began her run, looked down to zip up her hoodie. It was the looking down that caused her to bump into someone; bouncing off a little and issuing an automatic expletive-laden apology. “Ooh! Fuck; sorry, I—”

“Justine?”

Justine looked up. It was Kelly.

*****

The two women sat in Justine’s apartment on separate sofas, each holding a steaming mug of Justine’s favourite hot chocolate. Justine had made the two mugs exactly the same and knew, even before Kelly had taken her first sip, that her sister would love it as much as she did. She watched as Kelly took a sip of the steaming sweet drink. She licked and smacked her lips at the taste, but said nothing and continued to stare at the mug she held in both hands.

She likes it, Justine thought, even though Kelly had said nothing. She likes it just as much as me. The thought was strangely reaffirming, as though Kelly liking the chocolate was yet more proof the two were meant for each other.

A few more moments passed in awkward silence. Since coming in to Justine’s apartment, Kelly had said very little, and was now sat very upright on the sofa opposite from her sister. Justine had tried to soften the atmosphere with some light talk, and lounged on the other sofa just like she’d done at Kelly’s house, but her sister remained quiet and distant. She was dressed in a knee-length skirt with a dark-green baggy cardigan and flat-heeled moccasin boots. She looked like a primary school teacher.

“I was just going to go out for my run,” Justine said conversationally, glancing down at her own gym threads. “I’ve tried riding a bike but, honestly, round here it’s like riding a death race on most street corners. I mean, jogging isn’t historically the safest sport for a single woman at night, but it’s better than being minced by a lorry driver, right?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“But you have to do something to stay fit, right? And I can’t stand those indoor gym kits. Better to run off the fat, huh?”

“Yeah.”

The pause extended ominously once again. Justine sat up, placing her mug on the coffee table that separated the two of them. She let her voice sound as gentle as possible. “Kelly, why did you come?”

Kelly opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again. She paused, for the barest of moments, then leaned forward to put her own mug down on the coffee table.

“I — I shouldn’t have come. It was wrong to—”

“Hey.”

Justine closed on Kelly as her sister reached out, still speaking as softly as she could. “Don’t leave, Kelly. Not now. Not after you’ve come all this way. Please don’t leave me.”

Kelly looked up, her eyes urgent and terribly frightened. It was as though some ancient and dreadful fear had just stolen over her and she could only allow a glimpse of it to be seen. “But this is a sin, Justine! A sin! It’s not right! I can’t do this, I just can’t.”

“Kelly, of course it’s all right. We’re sisters. Twin sisters; almost the same person. Besides, what’s wrong anyway? I don’t even know what you’re so angry about!” She shouted the last few words; anger spilling out over the concern she’d shown to Kelly moments earlier.

At once, Justine smoothed the hair from her temples and behind her ears; a stress-gesture she’d had since she was a child. She was about to take a deep breath and apologise, but the anger wouldn’t go away, and she found herself stabbing more words at her upset sister.

“I mean, what the fuck’s been happening, Kelly? Neither of us was looking for a twin sister, but we found each other, and — you know — it’s been bloody great, Kelly. Bloody great! I mean, who could have hoped to find someone so special like this? This doesn’t even happen in the fucking movies, does it? Why are you so upset? Why haven’t you wanted to talk to me? I don’t understand!”

Justine realised she had been leaning forward, reaching out to Kelly with her hands as she did so. Kelly was sitting as still as before, but her eyes were wide with shock, fear and incomprehension. An awkward silence settled immediately over the two. As she watched her sister, Justine saw Kelly’s eyes well up and spill tears down her cheek.

“I d-don’t — I can’t…” Kelly sputtered, shaking her head in minute left-right movements. She seemed paralysed — unable to move, but unable to respond either.

Justine stood up and stepped round the coffee table. She sat down and took Kelly’s hands in her own, pulling her sister to face her. Without warning, she felt hot tears leak out onto her own cheeks.

“Kelly, please talk to me. You’ve come to mean so much to me over these last few weeks. I can’t bear to see you so upset. Please!”

“No,” said Kelly, shaking her head but looking deep into Justine’s eyes. “I can’t. You’d hate me. You’d hate me and tell me—”

“Hate you for what, Kelly? What is it? Have you stolen my money? I don’t care about that. Have you murdered someone? We’ve all made mistakes. I’m in PR, for God’s sake! Please talk to me.”

The two women sat quietly, Kelly shaking her head slowly, letting her hands sit limply in her sister’s grip. Justine wouldn’t let go, and something about the woman’s demeanour crept into Kelly’s ‘here-and-now’.

Justine felt Kelly’s fingers close on hers. She watched as Kelly shut her eyes and sighed, resigning herself to the demons that were tormenting her.

“It was the night you stayed,” she said; her voice surprisingly calm and quiet. When you came into my room and stayed with me.” There was a pause, but this time, Justine didn’t push for a response. After another deep breath, Kelly continued. “We’d had such a good day, Justine. It was, like you said, a perfect day. Perfect from beginning to end. I felt we’d connected so much, Justine. It was brilliant. Even the little things you did, I thought were just like mine, or just the right things to do. I dunno. I can’t explain it very well. Was never any good with words.”

Justine sat through another silence, holding onto her sister’s hand.

“I kept getting these thoughts, Justine,” Kelly said. “I kept having them all the time, but I didn’t want to think about them, ‘cos they were wrong. But when you came in, and got into bed, I kept having them again and again. It’s like they took me over, Justine. And while you slept, I couldn’t stop it, Justine. I couldn’t stop it!”

“Stop what, Kelly?” Justine’s heart was thumping with what she wanted her sister to say, but feared anything except it.

“At first, you were sleeping badly, turning your head and moaning. But then I started to stroke your hair, and face, and shoulders, and you calmed down. But then I couldn’t stop and them thoughts kept coming back, Justine. I kept on stroking you. Your skin was so warm and soft, and you looked so beautiful. I ain’t never seen a woman as beautiful as you, and so I kept on touching you until I fell asleep.”

She paused, swallowed, then spoke again. “It was wicked thoughts, Justine. Not proper for a woman, and not for a sister neither.”

Justine sat stunned for the briefest of moments, then pulled her sister into a sobbing embrace, her heart singing with what she’d heard Kelly say.

“I couldn’t say nothing about it, and I couldn’t bear to see you,” Kelly said, crying into her sister’s identical curly red hair. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you either, and couldn’t bear not to see you again. I’ve missed you, Justine, and that’s God’s truth, even if we only just met.”

“I know, Kelly. I know. It’s like that for me, too. I’ve been thinking about you all the time, worried I hurt you, or offended you or something.”

The two women cried into each other’s shoulders and embraced for a long moment, until Justine finally pulled away and smoothed the tears from her eyes.

“I’d b-better finish my chocolate,” said Kelly, snuffling.

“It’s cold now,” Justine replied.

“Yeah, but it weren’t half nice!” Kelly said, chuckling through her recent tears.

Justine stood up, still clinging onto Kelly’s hands. “Come on. There’s something I want to show you.”

She led Kelly over to the computer and fired up the Internet browser. She pulled over a small coffee table and sat on that, giving Kelly the comfy computer chair to sit on.

Kelly sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, while Justine navigated through a few websites to get to the one she wanted. She heard Kelly murmur the question “Sisters in Love?” and looked across, seeing the frown stamped on her sister’s pretty forehead. Justine smiled, reaching across to close her hand over her sister’s.

“Don’t worry, Kelly. This is a really good website. It’s helped me a lot.”

Kelly, still frowning, looked from the computer to Justine and back again.

“Is this a kind of women’s porn site?” she said, noticing the banner ads for other sites. Justine shook her head.

“No. Not really. I mean, it’s an erotic site, but it’s not simply meant for porn. It’s meant for so much more than that.”

Over the next ten minutes, Justine went on to describe her short holiday — omitting her liaison with the mysterious and sexy Rosa, but telling her sister all about the meeting with Jan, and her introduction to Sisters in Love. She punctuated this with various pages from the SiL website; stopping to tell Kelly what each was for.

“Even when I first started reading people’s stories on this site, I still didn’t really know what it meant for me, or what I should read into it,” she told Kelly. “But the more I learned about other people’s experiences, the more I realised that I could feel like this too, that I wasn’t a freak or a monster. Just someone who had found their sister, and who needed to be with her.”

“But are all these people real?” Kelly asked. “Isn’t this just some place for people to make up stories and share all these kinds of — of — of  sex fantasies?”

Justine stood, still holding onto her sister‘s hand. She looked down at Kelly and shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe some of the stories aren’t real. Maybe some of the people who use this site aren’t who they say they are. But Jan is. She’s flesh and blood and she’s a more real person than I could ever be. But that doesn’t matter anyway. Jan could be a made-up person and it wouldn’t matter. I don’t need other people to feel what I feel when I’m with you. I don’t need to understand every emotion I’ve got, or justify it to anyone either. I just need to accept it and go with it.”

She tugged Kelly until her sister was standing up in front of her. Justine let her eyes roam briefly around her sister’s face; the almost-identical green eyes arched with fine, light-red eyebrows; the high cheekbones and straight jaw line, framed by hanging curls of golden-red hair.

“All I need to know is that you’re here with me, here right now. And that right now, you feel just as I do, no matter what the rule book says.” Justine straightened her legs so she was standing square in front of her sister. “Kelly, why did you come here?”

A brief, pained expression crossed her sister’s face, and Kelly shrugged. “I — I — I don’t know,” she stammered. “I came ‘cos I, well, I don’t know. I just had to.”

“Yes, yes! Because it felt right. Because it is right. Everything that’s happened between us has been right, Kelly — everything. Every time we’ve spoken to each other, looked at each other, touched each other. Everything has been right, because there’s something special between us. Something that doesn’t happen to a million other people. Might only ever happen between sisters like us.”

Kelly shook her head slowly, looking down. “It’s not right, Justine. It’s not—”

Justine let go of one of Kelly’s hands and used her forefinger to lift her sister’s chin. “You’re the most wonderful, beautiful, electrifying person I’ve ever met,” she said. Kelly looked up and their eyes locked.

Suddenly, the room and everything around them faded into the background. The two women gazed into each other’s green eyes and neither dared to be the first to look away. Each sister was as captivated as the other. Justine smiled softly, drowning in her sister‘s almost-identical features.

“I can’t bear not to be with you,” she said, closing her eyes and letting the vision of her sister‘s face imprint itself onto her eyelids. She wanted to hold that image for a hundred years and never change it. She took her sister‘s hands and laced her fingers between Kelly‘s. “And when I’m with you, I can’t bear not to be with you completely.”

Keeping her eyes shut, that last image of her sister still burned fresh onto her mind, she leaned forward slowly, tilting her head minutely to the right. She felt it on her breath first: the closeness to Kelly’s face. She felt the warmth of her sister’s lips caress her own a mere fraction of a second and ten million heartbeats later.

The two sisters met each other’s kiss with the softest of touches, a physical whisper of extraordinary gentleness more powerful than anything either woman had experienced before.

Justine opened her eyes and saw the closeness of Kelly’s face, felt the heat from her sister’s skin reach her own.

“Justine, we shouldn’t—”

“Shhh. We should. We so should.”

And then it was Kelly’s turn to lean forward, hungry for her sister’s lips. She felt the soft moistness of Justine’s mouth as the two sisters let their tongues intertwine and explore. For each it was a moment of electric eroticism, coupled with an incredible sense of release, of giving in at last to the desires that had so consumed them since they last spent time together.

It was a moment of pure and utter devotion. And as the kiss extended and grew in passion, so the rest followed.

The sisters let go of each other’s hands and Justine felt Kelly’s arms reach over her shoulder and drape over her neck, pulling her closer so that their shoulders and breasts pressed together. For her part, Justine let her hands reach forward and touch her sister’s body, smoothing over her ribs and around to the small of her back, pulling her so that their bellies and thighs pressed together with equal ardour.

Justine felt dizzy as her sister kissed her harder, passion spilling over as though trying to catch up for lost years and lost intimacy. Kelly’s hands were at once pressing against the space between her shoulder blades, then threading their way through the hair at the back of her head, then caressing the soft skin at the nape of her neck. The smell and taste of her sister was filling all of Justine’s senses, the most powerful aphrodisiac she had ever known. Justine, all at once, wanted to sigh and fall asleep in her sister’s arms, to kiss and hold her until they dropped, and to make love to every inch of her all in one go. The feel of her sister’s soft gyration beneath Justine’s hands, and the crush of her breasts against Justine’s own were turning her on more than any man or woman had ever done before.

It was as though this intimacy with Kelly was the key to her arousal, a key that she’d been looking for all her life and had only just found. Justine had no doubt that Kelly felt almost exactly the same way herself.

They broke off their kiss in unison and buried their faces in the cleft between each other’s neck and shoulder. Justine breathed in deeply of her sister’s scent — the sweet smell of the shampoo she used, coupled with the more earthy, almost-identical scent of her skin.

“Stay with me,” she breathed, not daring to open her eyes. “Stay with me tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Kelly whispered back; her voice close and war to Justine’s ear. Justine smiled.

“What we’re doing…?” Kelly continued, dropping a question mark into the last word.

Justine pressed both hands against Kelly’s back, squeezing her tightly. “Shhh,” she said, drawing back to look her sister in the eye. “Don’t think it. Don’t say anything.”

Releasing Kelly from her embrace, Justine reached forward with her hands and, very slowly, started to untie the knot on the front of Kelly’s cardigan. All the while, their shared gaze remained unbroken.

When the knot was undone, Kelly shrugged the garment off her shoulders until they were bare. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, but Justine stopped her.

“No. Let me.”

She reached round to Kelly’s back and released the catch on her bra. Tracing her fingers back up to Kelly’s shoulders, Justine smoothed the bra straps over her sister’s arms, then ran her fingers down Kelly’s chest, letting her fingertips graze the already-hard nipples, now released from their confinement. Kelly sighed as her sister touched her, and this gave Justine more confidence. She dropped her hands to the waistband of Kelly’s skirt and groped for the clasp.

Kelly closed her eyes and smiled. “It’s at the back.”

With a nervous laugh, Justine found the clasp and undid it, hooking her thumbs under the fabric to drag it free of her sister’s hips and legs. It fell to the floor and Kelly stepped out of the skirt, clad now only in her boots and knickers. Justine resisted the urge to stare at her sister’s slender body with unashamed longing, but took a side-step, extending her hand.

“Come on,” she said.

“Wait one,” Kelly replied, raising each leg in turn to unzip her boots and take them off her feet. She stepped free and took her sister’s hand, now barefoot.

Justine felt Kelly’s fingers interlace with her own and she made her way slowly through the lounge, leading her sister down the hallway and to her bedroom. Her heart was beating fast, but she felt a certain calmness, the inevitability of joy as she knew what was coming next. She turned on the low-lights to her bedroom — eight carefully positioned bulbs designed to make the room look as if it were lit by candles.

Justine drew Kelly to the bed and went to sit down, but Kelly tugged her back.

“My turn.”

Kelly sat on the edge of the bed and drew Justine toward her. She pulled at the zip of Justine’s jogging top and, when it was undone, threw it to the floor once Justine had shrugged it off. Underneath it was the cropped sports top Justine was wearing, and Kelly tentatively let her fingers play over her sister’s taut stomach. Justine gave a short moan of pleasure, then squirmed when the tickling became too much. At that, Kelly leaned forward and planted a kiss below Justine’s belly button, breathing in deeply of her sister’s body scent.

As Kelly fumbled with the waistband of her jogging trousers, Justine pulled the gym top over her head, then kicked the trainers off her feet so Kelly could tug her pants down and off. Kelly rose to stand in front of her sister and, looking down, slid a finger under the strong elastic of Justine’s sports bra.

When she lifted the taut garment, Justine’s breasts bounced free. Kelly helped remove the bra and, after she’d tossed it to the floor with the rest of Justine’s clothes, the two sisters closed the small gap between each other’s bodies and embraced, skin to skin. They kissed again; kissed for a long time as they let their bodies drink in the sensation of each other’s bare skin.

Then Kelly broke off, a note of concern in her voice. “I ain’t ever been with a woman,” she said.

Justine smiled. “I have.”

“Was it — was it good?”

Justine smiled again, this time ruefully. “I don’t know. I was so drunk I couldn’t remember.”

The sisters shared a giggle, then Justine smoothed her hands down Kelly’s slim back and over the twin curves of her buttocks, still covered by her white cotton underwear. “Still want to do this?” she asked, as though she needed affirmation for this last taboo.

Kelly nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I really do.”

Justine hooked her thumbs in the elastic of Kelly’s panties and drew them down. Following the lead of her hands, she lowered herself until she was kneeling in front of Kelly, eye level with her sister’s belly button. She slid Kelly’s panties down to her ankles and then caressed her sister’s hips and thighs as Kelly stepped free, totally naked.

Justine looked up, up across the landscape of her sister’s body and into Kelly’s eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, meaning every word.

“All of me?” Kelly said, letting her fingers comb through Justine’s long red hair.

Justine nodded. “All of you.”

She looked down to the jagged scar across the side of Kelly’s perfectly smooth pubis. She traced a fingertip gently across its seam, feeling Kelly shiver at the touch, then she lowered herself further until she was close enough to kiss it.

Justine closed her eyes and breathed in the heavy, earthy scent of her sister’s mons. And when her lips touched Kelly’s skin, it was as if a jolt of electricity ran from one body to the other. Justine felt the soft skin under her lips as she closed kiss after kiss against the scar next to her twin sister’s pussy. With each tiny smacking noise, with each moistening of the skin, she grew more and more passionate, her heart beating faster and harder. She also felt the inescapable tickling and warmth between her own legs.

Kelly moaned softly, rocking slightly as Justine teased and kissed her pubis. “Oh Justine. Oh, God. Yes. Yes, it feels so good.”

Her fingers wound through Justine’ hair — tentatively at first then, with each new kiss, holding on with greater strength. She gently guided her sister’s face, drawing Justine’s lips towards her clitoris. “Lick me there, oh God please lick me there…”

Justine responded and, when the first flick of her tongue stroked the already-hardened bud, Kelly felt a shiver run down her right thigh. Justine remained on her knees, face angled upward to make love to Kelly with her mouth. She steadied her hands on her twin’s buttocks, pressing and kneading them as she tongued the juicy flesh with more and more vigour.

After a few moments, Kelly could not control the shaking in her legs and gave way to gravity’s pull, slowly falling backwards onto the bed. Justine climbed up to meet her sister face to face, and the two immediately sought each other’s mouths, each hungry for the kiss of the other.

Kelly tasted herself on Justine’s tongue, and this only turned her on even more. Her clitoris screamed for more attention, so she held on tightly to her sister as Justine wedged a leg between hers.

The two sisters began to rub their pussies against each other’s thighs. Kelly felt the heat of Justine beneath the fabric of her sister’s panties, and that only made the moment more erotic. They dry-fucked each other for some time, revelling in the heat and closeness of each other’s bodies.

Kelly could still taste herself from Justine’s kiss, but she wanted more — she wanted to taste Justine herself, the first and only woman she would ever make love to.

“Lie back,” she breathed into Justine’s ear. “Lie back, sis.”

Justine knelt up, away from the bed, keeping Kelly’s right leg between hers, taking hold of the warm thigh with both hands and firmly pressing it against her vulva. She ground herself against it, staring into Kelly’s beautiful green eyes as she did so.

“Do you want me?” she said, desperate to rip off those sodden knickers and feel her sister’s bare skin against her pussy.

Kelly, with nothing to hold onto, had clamped her hands onto her chest, kneading and squeezing her small breasts with a roughness she knew she enjoyed. “Oh — oh, so much!” she cried, knowing she meant it.

She had never wanted a woman before. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Justine. More than that, Kelly knew that she could never have imagined wanting someone so much. She craved Justine in every way possible — in every kind of love two women could share, in every act and conversation of her life, in everything. She wanted her sister wholly, selfishly and without guilt. “Lie down, lie down,” she repeated.

Justine eventually fell back onto the sheets, grinning. “God, I’m so horny!” she said.

Kelly, giving herself up to desire, felt no reluctance in what she was doing now, no inhibition. She had nothing to rebel against anymore, just her heart’s desire lying before her on the bed.

She knelt up, remembering only at the last moment that she was still wearing a hair scrunchie on her wrist. Tugging it off, she roughly tied her unruly hair into a ponytail. Then, sliding her body over her sister’s and lowering herself between Justine’s legs, she began to kiss Justine from the neck down. She took her time despite the urgency of her desire, wanting to savour every moment her lips touched Justine’s skin, every tiny pore of sweat and scent from her twin sister’s body.

Kelly was aware that Justine had reached down with her right hand to masturbate. She longed to replace her sister’s fingers with her own, but concentrated instead on there here and now — kissing the tiny depression south of the collarbone, trailing a path with the tip of her tongue toward the curves of her sister’s tight, small breasts.

Justine moaned at her sister’s touch, heart beating wildly. Her nipples were bullet-hard, achingly sensitive under Kelly’s lips as the Ashford girl alternated from the right breast to the left, then back again.

Gripping Justine’s rib cage with gentle but urgent fingers, Kelly slid further and further down, tracing a line of kisses over Justine’s impossibly taut and toned stomach. When she reached her sister’s pubis, Kelly stopped, her chin grazing against the lace elastic of Justine’s panties. Keeping her head low, she brought her hands down and tugged at the waistband. Justine responded by raising her hips, allowing Kelly to tug them even further. Justine brought her legs up and drew them together, bending at the knee to slip the panties over her ankles and off. Then she lowered her legs back down to the bed to frame her twin sister’s beautiful face.

Kelly, resuming her position between Justine’s thighs, marvelled at the short, tight, golden curls of her lover’s vulva, so neatly trimmed. The sight and nearness of another woman’s pussy shifted Kelly’s sex drive into an even higher gear.

She pressed her lips against the soft fur, breathing deeply of the heady, earthy scent of Justine’s femininity. To each side of her face, Kelly turned and kissed, loving the tender sweetness of Justine’s inner thighs.

And then, with infinite slowness, she lowered her head to the perfect slit that lay nestled beneath that golden fur, reached out with her tongue and drew it slowly upwards over Justine’s clitoris. The taste was sweet and earthy, utterly sexual and unlike anything she could have imagined. She lowered her head and did it again, and again, each time adding in something different — a kiss to the hardened bud as she drew upwards, a double kiss to either side of the engorged slit.

Kelly felt her sister shiver under her lovemaking, then Justine’s hands were writhing into her hair, pulling and ragging at the rough order the ponytail had given her. Justine was moaning, whispering incoherent words, bucking her hips up against Kelly every time her sister’s lips and tongue made contact.

“Oh Kelly, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Justine cried, feeling a rising wave of eroticism building from the lower pit of her tummy. “Oh God, don’t stop!”

Her sister reacted with renewed vigour; licking and sucking at Justine’s pussy as though she would never be able to get enough. Kelly used her hands to spread the lips of her sister’s slit, opening the engorged pink flesh to further attention. And when she slipped one, then two fingers into Justine’s vaginal cleft, it seemed the most natural thing on earth.

For Justine, the feeling of Kelly’s fingers inside her brought the wave of eroticism to a roaring crash. She felt the orgasm rip through her body, sensitising every pore, every hair, every tiny millimetre of her skin as though she’d been electrified from within.

She gripped Kelly’s face with both hands, torn between the desire for more of her sister’s lovemaking and the need to catch her breath after being battered senseless by pleasure.

Kelly forced the compromise when, sensing she’d done enough for now, she crawled up Justine’s trembling body and laid on top of her, covering her sister’s mouth with her own to share the wet desire of Justine’s pussy — just as they had done moments ago with the roles reversed.

Justine’s hands cupped Kelly’s face between them, framing her beauty as the two women kissed.

“Oh, my sister,” whispered Kelly, breathing between kisses. “You make me feel so alive.”

Continue on to Chapter 6