Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 9

  • Posted on October 28, 2017 at 6:31 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Several days passed, and Tanya was getting horny for Becky once again. She had not been able to get with her best friend, Marcia Daniels, either, so that made her doubly horny for some sex. As she lay in bed that night, gently stroking her pussy, she realized she would still want to do something with Becky, even if Marcia had licked her to orgasms every day since she and her little sister had first engaged in sex together. There was just something about Becky’s bald, little pussy that turned her on.

Becky’s friend Kelli was out of town, and Tanya wanted desperately to hook up with the fourteen-year-old who had introduced Becky to girl-girl sex. Even then, she wanted more than sex with Kelli. She wanted a threesome that included Becky. As it had been doing since their fun the other day, her sister’s hairless pussy seemed to call to her, especially as Tanya lay there that night toying with her pussy and loving how her juices coated her fingers as her masturbation session grew more focused.

She froze as she heard the toilet flush. Tanya knew her mother had used the toilet just an hour ago when she’d finished brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed. Her mom was one of those people who usually fell asleep quickly, so Tanya knew that Becky was the one who had just used the bathroom.

Sure enough, Tanya heard her sister’s bedroom door across the hall click as it closed. Becky was awake. Tanya wondered if she might be interested in some fun.

Rising from her bed naked, she moved to the door and opened it slowly, peeking into the hall to make sure her mom hadn’t awakened. When she saw the coast was clear, she tiptoed across the hall and tapped lightly on Becky’s door. She heard no reply, but she knew Becky was awake, so she opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her.

Becky’s bedside lamp came on, and Tanya saw Becky blinking at her. The younger girl was surprised that her sister had entered her bedroom naked, and Tanya could tell that she suspected where this might lead, since a grin was already spreading on her pretty face.

“What are you doing?” Becky said, as if she didn’t already know.

“I came to see you,” Tanya said, her own grin stating what was obvious to them both.

Becky giggled. “Naked?”

“Sure. I like being naked.”

“What if Mom catches you naked in my room in the middle of the night?”

“If you don’t make a lot of noise, she won’t. She sleeps like the dead. You know that.”  Tanya stood there, looking around her sister’s bedroom at the movie posters and stuffed animals. For the first time, it occurred to Tanya that all the posters were of women, all of them in outfits that accentuated their bodies. Most of the women were braless, their nipples pushing against the fabric of their tops. Tanya found herself wondering if Becky was a full lesbian but hadn’t figured that out yet. Tanya had known for years she was bi, but perhaps her little sister would never like boys at all. Either way was fine with Tanya as long as Becky would always be interested in sex with her. She could imagine themselves as grown and still getting together.

She looked back at Becky, whose eyes traveled down Tanya’s body and back up to her older sister’s devilish grin. “So why are you naked?” Becky asked.

“I think you know why.”

“Should I get naked too?”

“If you want me to get you off, then of course. But that’s up to you.”

Becky hurried out of her pj’s and panties. Tanya loved her little sister’s eagerness.

Climbing into bed with Becky, Tanya asked, “You been touching yourself any lately?”

“Some.”

“Have you made yourself come yet?”

Becky giggled and nodded.

“When?”

“The night after we — well, you know.”

“Yes, I do,” Tanya said. She leaned forward, draping her right leg over Becky’s left and pushing her wet slit against the soft skin of Becky’s thigh. She felt Becky adjust herself and press her own bald pubes against Tanya’s thigh. The two girls began to squirm against each other, seeking the right pressures to make their pussies feel just right. The sisters embraced and kissed, allowing their tongues to coil and dance with each other. Tanya was surprised at how quickly Becky had learned how to kiss. She was only nine, after all.

Tanya reached down to Becky’s pussy, rubbing the child’s slit and coaxing what moisture she could from her immature vagina. After playing with Becky’s mound for a few minutes, Tanya began to kiss her way down her sister’s body, tonguing her nipples and tickling Becky’s navel with her tongue.

Becky giggled loudly at the contact. “Shh!” Tanya said. “Mom’s a hard sleeper, but we don’t want to take any chances.” The teenager continued her journey to Becky’s slit and began to lick the nine-year-old’s clit. Becky began to whimper with lust despite Tanya’s warning to keep as quiet as possible. Her sister’s mouth on her pussy just felt too good, and remaining silent was too difficult.

In the next room, Callie Wheeler, Tanya and Becky’s mother, had read a romance novel until getting sleepy and had turned off her bedside lamp about ten minutes ago. She was nearly asleep when she’d heard a sound that brought her awake again. She sat up. Was that Becky giggling? Why would she be up at this time, and what was she doing that would cause her to giggle? Was she giggling in her sleep perhaps?

Callie thought about this and smiled. If Becky was having a funny dream, she wanted to see her younger daughter laughing in her sleep. She might even try to film it with her phone. It might be fun to share with relatives on Facebook.

Getting up, Callie moved to her bedroom door. Then silently opening it, she tiptoed down the hall toward Becky’s door.

When she noticed that Tanya’s door was open, she wondered where her older daughter was. The bathroom was open and the light off, so she wasn’t there. Was she sleeping with her door open? That seemed odd since she knew both her girls, like most everyone else, always slept with closed bedroom doors.

She peeked into Tanya’s room and could see from the moonlight streaming through the window that her bed was empty. Now puzzled, she turned her attention to Becky’s room. In the dark hallway, she could detect a small amount of dim light coming from beneath the closed door.

Then what Callie heard made her freeze. At first she was confused, wondering what the sound meant. Then what she was hearing became clear. One of her daughters — it sounded like Becky — was . . . moaning? Curious, she pressed an ear to the door and listened.

“Ooh, yes, right there,” Becky moaned.

What? Callie looked at the door as if it were a puzzle she needed to figure out. What was happening in there? She pressed her ear to the door again, straining to hear anything that would help her deny what she suspected.

She heard Tanya shush her sister before saying softly, “You need to control yourself. You haven’t even come yet, and I’m afraid you might scream or something when you do.” If the room hadn’t been small and the door so thin, she wouldn’t have heard what amounted to a confession of what, exactly, her daughters were doing in there.

The moaning began again, but softer now. She wondered if the girls were masturbating. Or were they doing more? She was certain Tanya wasn’t a virgin. She’d found birth control pills in Tanya’s purse one day a few months ago when she was searching for the car keys she had lent her for a night out with her friend Marcia Daniels. Callie had accepted this with a sad smile caused by the realization her older daughter was growing up.

Now, though, she realized that Tanya’s maturity had led her to teach her little sister about things she shouldn’t. It wasn’t that Callie didn’t want Becky to learn about sex and masturbation; she wasn’t a prude. But she felt nine was a bit too young to learn about it, especially from her older sister. If they were masturbating together, that was just a short step away from incest.

Wanting to be sure what exactly was going on despite her fears, she slowly turned the doorknob. The door swung open silently, just far enough so she could see into the room, which was lit by Becky’s bedside lamp.

Moving one eye to the slit in the door, she nearly gasped aloud at what she saw but managed to hold in the sound at the last second.

Tanya was on her knees, her butt and labia staring back at Callie. She was leaning over Becky’s prostrate body, which appeared to be nude — Callie couldn’t tell since Tanya’s body blocked her view. But based on what was obviously happening, Becky would have to be naked — Tanya appeared to be licking her sister’s vulva.

Becky’s eyes were tightly shut. Otherwise, she would have seen the slightly open door and her mother taking in the lewd scene. As Callie watched, Becky reached down, grasped her legs behind her knees and pulled them up, opening her slit more for her sister to enjoy.

Barely breathing, Callie closed the door without a sound and stood there for a moment. Her heart was a jackhammer in her chest. What should she do about this? Her daughters were engaged in an incestuous relationship! While she had enjoyed a little bit of incest in her own life, she was shocked her own daughters were having sex together, doing far more than she ever had at that age. And they weren’t even that close in age! At sixteen, Tanya was a full seven years older than her sister. In fact, she would turn seventeen a month before Becky turned ten.

Tears formed in her eyes. Was Tanya a pedophile?

Hurrying as quietly as she could back to her own room, she lay in her bed to think about what she’d witnessed. She tried to ignore the occasional sounds drifting from Becky’s room next to her own, but that was proving impossible. Needless to say, she was aware when Becky reached her climax and later detected the sound of Tanya doing the same.

Lying in the dark and totally unable to sleep, she tossed and turned until morning, all the while wondering what in the world she would do. She was too embarrassed to talk to them about this, both from what the girls were doing and the fact she had watched them for several seconds. The worst part was the tingling in her own pussy from having seen her daughters together like that. She managed to ignore these feelings as if they hadn’t occurred, chalking them up to her lack of a sex life of her own.

When her alarm went off, she went to shower. As she walked down the hall to the bathroom, she saw that both bedroom doors were closed now, as if nothing had gone on the night before. As Callie prepared for work, the sudden thought occurred to her that her daughters would be alone together all day today, not to mention every weekday until school started again. They would have countless opportunities to repeat last night’s activity. She’d lain awake all night wondering how long this had been going on. Now, she wondered how she would ever get it to stop. Certainly she would not be able to accomplish that without confronting them, but the idea of doing that sent her into a state of near panic.

She realized the only person she could talk to about this was her older sister, Melanie. The girls were still sleeping when she left — no wonder — and as soon as she got in her car and started it up, she pulled out her cell, knowing she would have to call before she talked herself out of it. Too upset to drive, she remained parked in the driveway while the call connected.

When Melanie answered, Callie said, “Mel, I have a problem.” She tried to keep the tears out of her voice.

“What is it, hon?” Her sister’s tone rang with concern.

“Oh, God! I . . . um . . . I caught the girls together last night.”

“Together?” Melanie wondered if she meant what she suspected she did.

“Yes. Together. In bed. Having sex.”

“But Becky’s only nine.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Callie shrieked, nearly in hysterics.

“Calm down, hon,” Melanie said, trying to soothe her sister. “This isn’t as bad as it looks.”

“What?! How can you say that?! My daughters are having sex with each other! Full! Oral! Sex!”

“Okay, I’ll admit the fact Tanya is sixteen and Becky is nine is a bit disturbing, but, hon, a lot of kids are involved in some kind of incestuous relationship. It’s not as if–”

“These are my children!” Callie said, interrupting her sister.

Melanie hesitated to bring up what she felt she must. They hadn’t talked about it in years. “Cal, you, um, do remember what we did, don’t you?”

Callie took a breath and reminded herself that their own relationship when they were kids was the reason she knew she could talk to Melanie about this. “Of course I do, but you’re only fourteen months older than I am, and we didn’t do anything until we were in high school.”

“That’s right, and that’s why I mentioned Tanya’s and Becky’s ages in the first place. But don’t get all upset because it’s incest. We did it.”

“We never licked each other. All we did was hump each other and masturbate together.”

“We sucked each other’s boobs and licked each other’s fingers after masturbating,” Melanie said.

“I know. It was your joke about ‘finger lickin’ good’ that made me stop doing it with you. I was afraid where it would lead.”

Melanie thought about that. “Yes, I know. It was always a regret of mine that we never tried that.”

“Mel!”

“Well, it’s true. You were the prudish one. I wanted to try everything.”

“Can we get back to the current problem?”

“We are talking about the current problem,” Melanie said. “The biggest problem, from what I can tell, is that you’re overreacting.”

“How am I overreacting?”

“Can either of them get pregnant from doing this?”

“Of course not,” Callie said, already regretting calling Melanie.

“Then be thankful Becky isn’t older and that one of them isn’t a boy. You remember the panic I was in when I thought James got me pregnant. Mom and Dad would have killed us both, not to mention the chances for birth defects from a brother and sister making a baby together.”

“Yes, I remember,” said Callie.

“It was the one time I thought your prudishness was a good thing. All you’d ever do was jerk him off.”

“I’m not a prude! Stop saying that.” Callie thought of their older brother, who was now an evangelical preacher who ironically preached against immoral sex more than anything else. The last time she’d seen him, he’d pinched her on the ass. Some things never change.

“You’re certainly more of a prude than I am. At least your brother didn’t take your virginity.”

“True. For me it was a jerk I was stupid enough to marry.”

“And smart enough to divorce. But still, you’re the one who cleaned up your act.”

Callie wondered how the hell they had gotten onto the subject of their own past sex lives, yet she felt powerless to stop it. For some reason, she felt compelled to discuss it, as if talking about their own past would help her deal with her daughters’ incestuous relationship. Perhaps that was why her mind had wandered to James.

Melanie snatched Callie’s attention back to their conversation when she said, “Of course, cleaning up your act kept you from experiencing what it was like to sixty-nine with another girl, but everything has a price, I suppose.”

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” Callie said.

Silence from Melanie greeted that confession. Then Melanie said, “Oh, my God, Cal. Really? When? Who?”

“In college. My roommate.”

“The one you named Tanya after?” Callie had named her daughter Tanya Marie, the middle name after her college roommate.

“Yes.”

Melanie thought back. Callie had seemed very close to Marie. They had visited each other’s families on breaks and everything. Melanie had thought Callie had left all the lesbian sex behind, but she’d been wrong. Callie and Marie had been like . . . lovers. The realization floored her.

“Holy shit! Were you in love with her?” Melanie asked.

“Yes.” It was a simple declaration, but totally unexpected by Melanie.

“Oh . . . wow.”

“Yeah, wow. I think that might be one thing that’s bothering me. I know Tanya likes boys; I’ve found the birth control pills prescribed to her, and she doesn’t need them to regulate her periods. But I’m afraid Becky might become a lesbian.”

“Callie, girls don’t become a lesbian. They either are or they aren’t. It’s not a choice. You know that.”

“Sorry. Poor choice of words,” Callie said and considered whether or not to say what was on her mind, deciding she might as well go ahead and do it. “I can tell you that being one isn’t a fun life. You’re constantly afraid others will find out. You’re afraid it could even cost your job if someone found out. And it makes it even more difficult to find a partner for even a small dinner date.”

Melanie felt as if she might faint. Her sister was confessing to being a lesbian. The weird part was she had never even suspected it until the realization that Callie had loved Marie.

“Oh, honey. I didn’t–”

“I know. I’ve kept it from everyone.”

“Wow again. I mean, was I wrong about you, or what?!”

Mel, how do I handle this with Tanya and Becky?” Callie asked, getting back to the problem.

“Simple, really. You talk to them. In fact, I’d like to be there to help you talk to them about it. Someone has to be there to keep you from making the situation worse if you get all angry or too upset about this. I am right that you tend to overreact.”

“When should I talk to them?”

“Can you take a sick day? I’m off today.”

Callie thought about it and in the end decided putting any discussion off would just make the discussion harder in the long run. “Yes. I’ll call in right now. Can you be at my place in an hour?”

“Sure, hon. See you then.”

********

When Becky woke up, she stepped into Tanya’s room without a stitch of clothing on, hoping they could have more fun now that their mother had left for work. She crawled into bed with her big sister and snuggled up to her naked form. Reaching out, she began playing with Tanya’s boob, tweaking the nipple and watching it grow stiff.

Tanya stirred, stretched, and grinned at Becky. “You’re insatiable,” Tanya said.

“What’s insatiable mean?”

“It means you can’t get enough.”

Becky giggled. “I guess you’re right then. I’m insatiable.”

“Well,” Tanya said, stretching again. “Let’s get up and have some breakfast first. I’m up for some corn flakes. How about you?”

Becky agreed and the sisters left the room naked and entered the kitchen, freezing in shock when they saw their mother and aunt there, sitting at the kitchen table.

Despite nudity being commonplace in their home, eating breakfast nude was not. Besides, there was a certain amount of guilt over why they were nude this time. Covering herself as well as she could with her hands and arms, Tanya said, “Mom! We thought you were at work!”

“I was on my way there but I called Melanie first. We all have to talk.”

“What about?” asked Becky, her own hands covering her crotch since she had no boobs to worry about hiding.

Callie looked at Melanie for support. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Melanie said, “Go on. Tell her.”

“Last night,” Callie said.

Becky looked confused, but Tanya suspected immediately what was meant. Still, she asked what was probably a stupid question. “What about last night?”

“I heard the two of you. I wasn’t asleep yet,” Callie said. “I saw you . . . licking your sister’s . . . .” She didn’t have to finish her sentence.

Both girls turned crimson and Becky started to cry.

“There’s no need to cry,” Melanie said. “We’re more understanding than you’d think.”

Still crying, Becky said, “Huh?”

Melanie looked first at Becky, then at Tanya. “Your mother and I did the same thing when we were teenagers.”

The two women had discussed how they would go about talking to the two girls before they woke up. The two had slept in until nearly 9:30, so there’d been plenty of time for them to plan their approach.

Tanya’s jaw dropped. “Are you–? Really?!”

Callie nodded before looking at the floor in shame.

“We were in high school. I was a sophomore, and your mom was a freshman,” Melanie said.

“Do you still–?” Tanya began, unable to complete the question. She had been thinking just last night about continuing this relationship with Becky when they were grown.

“No,” Melanie said. “Your mother became . . . uncomfortable with what we did together, which, from what your mom said, wasn’t as much as the two of you do.”

The girls grew even redder, if that was possible.

“Are we grounded forever?” Becky asked.

“No, sweetheart,” Callie said. “In fact–” She stopped, looked at Melanie with a look that asked if they were sure about this, and continued. “In fact, we’ve decided to let the two of you do what you want with each other.”

Both girls’ jaws dropped this time.

“Do you mean–?” Tanya began.

“Yes,” Melanie said. “The two of you can have sex with each other as often as you like provided nobody is being forced or coerced, and that you keep it inside this house.”

Tanya and Becky stared at each other in disbelief. They were allowed to have sex? Whenever they wanted? It was nearly too good to be true.

“There is one more condition your mother and I decided just before you came out here in your birthday suits,” Melanie added.

“What?” the girls asked in unison.

“We want to watch you.”

“Watch us?” Tanya asked.

“Well, your mom got an eyeful last night already, but she was too shocked to enjoy the beauty of it. Like I said, we had a similar relationship when we were in high school. Only today, we realized we never should have stopped making love with each other. It was a beautiful thing to love each other like that.”

“And we want the four of us to . . . well . . . share those moments with each other,” Callie said.

“You mean you two are going to do it with each other as well?” Becky asked.

“Yes,” Melanie said. “Is that okay with the two of you?”

The girls looked at each other and shrugged. “Sure,” they said.

“How about breakfast first before we get to the main course?” Melanie asked.

Their aunt smiled at the girls and stood, beginning to undress. She had secretly longed to have sex with Tanya at least. Now, she would indulge her most secret desire: sex with a girl as young as Becky. Of course, that had not been part of the discussion yet, but she knew it would eventually lead there, if not today, then certainly one day soon.

Within a few minutes, both women were as naked as the girls. After Tanya and Becky had some cereal, Melanie led the way to Tanya’s room.

Callie indicated the girls should get on the bed and begin. Then she and Melanie sat on the bottom corners of the bed to watch.

Callie hoped she was doing the right thing.

Continue on to Chapter 10

4 Comments on Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 9

  1. Amanda Lynn says:

    Paving the way for a mom and daughter threesome. Loving it! :)

  2. sue says:

    ohhh, yes I saved the best for last. so fucking hot. I thought I couldn’t come anymore, and then I read this chapter. I can’t wait for the next chapter.

  3. kim says:

    Callie indicated the girls should get on the bed and begin. Then she and Melanie sat on the bottom corners of the bed to watch.

    Callie hoped she was doing the right thing.

    YES, she is doing the right thing, especially if this means we get to watch her daughters also in the next chapter.

  4. Tim says:

    Two sisters with their niece and daughter in a lovely foursome?

    Mmmm, can’t wait for chapter 10!

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