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Two Little Girls and Their Gym Teacher, Part Two

  • Posted on March 20, 2017 at 12:58 pm

By Misty Meadow

Upstairs, Kelly takes me in her arms and kisses me, her tongue deep in my mouth. I melt, my knees feeling weak. She puts her hand down between my legs, pressing her fingers against the silk covering my cunt and rubbing up and down.

“I love the feeling of smooth silk on my cunt,” I tell her. “Let me feel yours.” I don’t wait for permission before putting my hand between her thighs and we both stand there, masturbating each other through our panties.

Then Kelly slides hers off and falls back on the bed, her legs spread invitingly. I sit beside her. “Let’s talk first,” I say. She looks disappointed for a second but then nods at me.

“You like Holly, don’t you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“What do you get up to during gym lessons?”

“The best is before and after the lesson. I watch them changing, taking off their dresses and pulling their little knickers down. Holly is the best of all because she puts on a deliberate display for me, standing naked, letting me see her cunt, until she has to put her leotard on, and then after the lesson, I always manage to be close to her when she takes it off, and Holly takes her sweet time getting dressed. She’s always last to leave the changing room and I always hope for a few seconds alone with her, but the next class always comes in before anything can happen.”

“So she does have a crush on you?”

“Yes, but don’t tell her I told you.”

Now I come to the crux of the matter. “If you were given a free hand, what would you like to do to my daughter?”

Her face shows surprise, then lights up. “I’d do anything she’d want me to, anything that would make her happy. What’s this leading to?”

“Be specific. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Well, I’d kiss her on the lips and then her nipples and then all over her body.”

“Including her cunt?”

“If she’d let me, yes. And maybe even rim her little brown rosebud.”

“Would you touch her?”

“Oh, yes, I’d caress her from head to toe and yes, I’d finger her cunt, and maybe gently probe inside. I’d be watching her reaction and if she showed any reluctance, I’d immediately back off.”

“And what would you let her do to you?”

“To me? Cuddle, kiss, squeeze my tits and nipples, finger my cunt, suck on my clit, anything at all. I’d tell her to do anything she wanted to, absolutely anything, however kinky.”

“You forgot one thing. You’d want to make her come.”

“Is she old enough?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to find out.”

“So you’re gonna let me…”

Before she can finish, I interrupt. “There’s one condition. First you have to let me suck on your gorgeous clit and make you come.”

She holds her arms out invitingly, but I slide off the bed, kneel between her legs and pull her knickers off, burying my face in them and inhaling deeply. She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls me into her. My lips press hard against hers then my tongue searches out her clit and fences with it for a few seconds, then I take it in my mouth and suck hard. It’s like giving a blow job to a little dick. I suck in and out rapidly and hear her start to gasp and groan and feel her hips pushing up against me. I stretch my arms up to reach her tits, fondling them and pinching her nipples tightly. Her groans become little cries, then long hard moans until suddenly she screams, thrusting her hips high and clamping her thighs round my head. I give one last long suck, knowing she’s coming, and hold it in my mouth until I feel her relax.

“Oh, Jesus fuck! Holy shit! You fucking gorgeous bitch, I’ve never come that hard before. Now let me do it to you.”

“Oh, no,” I say, wiping my wet face with the discarded panties. “Now you have to do it to Holly.”

Her flushed face lights up with joy. “Why are you doing this?”

“I want Holly to be gay. I know I don’t have any control over her sexual orientation, but it won’t hurt if she knows the delights of lesbian sex. I’m putting her in your hands. I trust you, Kelly.” I stand up. “I’m going to get her. I may be a few minutes. Leave this door open and just lie there, like that, legs nice and wide, hands behind your head, okay?”

She nods. I take a last look at her, spread-eagled on my bed, her swollen cunt lips dripping with juice. The smell of sex is overpowering. I leave and go out onto the landing.

I knock on Holly’s door. There’s a pause, then the door opens a crack and Maia pokes her head round it. “Can I come in? I need to talk to you guys.”

There’s another pause with some whispering and then she opens the door wide and I step in. Holly is lying on the bed, her panties still on, but with the bow untied and the front spread wide open. Morgan is sitting on the far side of her and Maia regains her seat on this side.

“What were you guys doing to my daughter?” I ask giving them an encouraging smile.

“They were feeling me all over,” Holly says, grinning.

“Who pulled the bow this time?”

“We both did!” crowed M & M.

“And I bet you touched her muffin, you bad, bad girls. I’m gonna have to spank you, but not tonight. Next time you come over, I’m gonna take you both over my knee, lift your dresses, pull your knickers down and spank your bare bums.” They giggle.

“Promise?” they say.

“She will,” Holly says. “She does it to me. It’s kinda fun.”

“Listen, my darling,” I say, “Kelly is on my bed waiting for you. I know you like her.”

“We all do,” says Morgan. Maia nods in agreement.

“And she likes me,” Holly says. “In the changing room when we have gym, she watches us getting dressed and undressed, so I give her a little encouragement.”

“A strip tease?”

“Sort of.”

“Of course you do. That’s who you are, you little tease.” I lean over and tie the little pink bow. “Kelly can have the pleasure of pulling it again,” I say. “Go to her, Holly. Let her be nice to you, my darling.”

She eagerly leaps off the bed and goes to the door, turns and says, “Thank you, Mom.” And then she’s gone.

I lie down in the space she vacated with the girls either side of me. “Now,” I say, “You have to do to me all the things you were doing to Holly. It’s a rule.” They giggle.

“Your knickers don’t have a bow,” Morgan observes.

“Well, you’ll just have to take them off, but first, give me your hand.” I take her wrist and guide her hand down between my legs. “See how nice and smooth the silk is. Ooh, that feels nice!”

“They’re wet,” Morgan says, lifting her hand to her face and sniffing. “And they smell of sex.”

Maia takes the opportunity to put her own hand down there and caresses me through the wet silk. Then she boldly pulls one leg of the tap pants aside and gazes at my dripping wet cunt. “You have such big floppy lips, Misty. Are our cunts gonna be like that?”

“Exactly.”

“Let’s get a look,” says Morgan, and I lift my hips as she tugs the panties down my legs, takes them off my feet and hold them up for inspection, then buries her face in them. I’m amazed that a little girl of eleven could be excited by knicker sniffing, but then again, these two little darlings seem to be quite precocious.

“Did you kiss Holly’s cunt?” I ask.

“We were going to, but you interrupted us,” says Maia.

“Did she kiss yours?”

“No,” says Morgan. “We were too busy playing with the bow and just touching her cunt with our fingers. She really liked it. We wanted to save the kissing until she got really excited so that then she’d want to kiss ours.”

“Have you two kissed each other’s muffins?”

They laugh. “Of course. That’s what all the fuss was about in the school bathroom. We were pretending to be lesbians, licking each other. It was so fun.”

“I think we are lesbians already,” says Maia. “Cunts are so exciting.”

“What about tits? D’you like my tits? They’re kinda small, but they don’t droop and I never need a bra. Look at my nipples, so nice and big. You can touch them if you like.”

In a flash, they’re all over me, caressing my breasts, squeezing them gently, sucking and nibbling on my nipples and I lie back, drowning in pleasure.

“Kelly has tits like mine,” I say. “I imagine Holly’s sucking on them right now.”

“Holly has a huge crush on Miss Lane,” Morgan announces.

“And Miss Lane has the hots for her,” says Maia. “She always watches when Holly gets changed for gym. Her eyes practically pop out of her head.”

“Does she watch you guys, too?”

“She watches everyone, but Holly’s her favorite.”

I try to picture a whole class of eleven year old girls getting undressed, sliding their little knickers down before pulling on their leotards and creating perfect camel toes. I can feel my cunt dripping.

“Now, girls, scoot down the bed and get a nice close look at my cunt, and then you can pretend I’m Holly and do whatever you like to me.”

Grinning, they reposition themselves, and then I feel little fingers touching me, exploring the folds of my cunt, parting my lips and probing inside. My excitement is building. This is the first time I’ve let my cunt be touched by a little girl since I was a teenager, and now I have two of them. My inner paedophile is raging!

“Who wants to make me come?”

“Me! Me!” they squeal.

“Maia, you go first. Touch my clit. Oh my God, you’re setting me on fire. Take it between your first finger and thumb and squeeze it. Now, kiss it! Oh, yes, do that with your tongue. Pheeew! I’m gonna explode! Put your lips round it and suck hard. Aaaagh, I’m gonna come. Oh fuck, Maia, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

My orgasm explodes, waves of delicious shock coursing through my whole body. Maia keeps her lips on my clit, still happily sucking away until I relax and lift her head from between my legs. “Oh, my sweet darling, you made me come. It was incredible. I was in heaven!”

Morgan looks on, clearly jealous that her friend is getting all the attention.

“Now it’s your turn, Morgan. I want you to see how many fingers you can get inside me, okay?” I look down to see her push two, then three fingers into me, her palm uppermost. “Curl your fingers,” I say.

She touches my G spot and I let out a gasp. I know I’m gonna come again soon. Then she pushes the little finger in alongside the others, pushing her hand in and out and rotating it. Her whole hand is dripping with my cunt juice.

“Fold your thumb into your palm and push your hand into me,” I tell her.

“My whole hand? Isn’t it gonna hurt?” One of the endearing things about little girls is that their hands are so small.

“No. Push as hard as you like. If a baby can come out of there, your hand will go in. Go on, push!” I’m so wet that no lubricant is needed. “Push harder!”

Suddenly, her little hand slides right inside me up to her wrist. She gasps with astonishment and I groan with ecstasy. “Make a fist, Morgan, oh yes, that feels so good! Pump it in and out. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Maia’s eyes are huge as she watches her friend’s hand disappearing into my cunt, past the wrist, halfway up her arm. My orgasm builds again. “I’m gonna come, my sweet darling, keep fucking me! Don’t stop until I tell you.”

Once again, the wave of lust breaks over me, sending me into outer space, drowned in pure love for these two little angels. I let Morgan keep fist fucking me for the ten or fifteen seconds it takes for my orgasm to subside, then I tell her that it’s over, she’s sent me to heaven and now I’m exhausted.

She gently pulls her hand out with a slurping noise and looks at it with awe, then looks disbelievingly at my cunt. I lie there, my stretched cunt gaping as they stare at it and I let them look, revelling in their attention.

Morgan looks at Maia. “Wow, we both made her come! How cool it that.”

“That’s what I like about little girls, you have such small hands. Now it’s time for you girls to come. Will you do something for me? I wanna watch you lying head to toe, licking each other.”

Their faces light up and I move over to the edge of the bed to give them room. They lie end to end on their sides and lift their upper legs to provide access, then their heads are buried and I can see little tongues probing and licking, little fingers assisting and darling little cunts being assaulted and surrendering.

I prop myself up on one elbow, gazing at them, realizing that yes, I’m gay, but now I’ve become a total paedophile, that from now on I’ll always want my sex partners to be younger, certainly not older than early teens, perhaps, twelve, eleven, or even ten. How young will I go? I don’t care how young — as long as she can be sexually aroused, I wanna be the one to teach her the thrills of girl sex. Then I think of Holly.

The girls are preoccupied with each other as I slide off the bed and slip out onto the landing. I quietly open my bedroom door and peer inside. My heart misses a beat!

Holly has straddled Kelly’s head and is sitting on her face, her own body lying on that of the gym teacher, her fingers playing with her swollen cunt lips and enormous clit. From time to time, she lowers her head to lick the juice dripping down her perineum and suck on the engorged clit.

My girl looks up and sees me. I don’t see any shock or shame or embarrassment on her face, just perfect happiness. I put my finger to my lips to signal her to stay quiet and I sit on the side of the bed, careful not to transmit my presence to Kelly.

I watch for a few minutes, feeling my excitement build, until Holly sits up and grins at me. I take her wrist, carefully move her hand away from Kelly’s cunt and replace it with my own fingers. I use all my gay expertise to arouse my daughter’s lover, exploring, stroking, pinching, probing, retreating and advancing, every thing I know to stimulate her. Kelly is grunting and groaning like a porn star, but I know she’s not faking it.

Suddenly her hips thrust upwards and I take my hand away and Holly immediately takes over, rubbing her fingertip round Kelly’s huge swollen clit. Kelly lets out a long, high cry, then slumps, her body almost lifeless. Holly lifts herself off Kelly’s face and rolls sideways, then swivels round to lie beside her, her head on her chest.

“Jesus, Holly, you just made me come!” Then she opens her eyes and sees me. “How long have you been there?” she asks.

“Couple of minutes. Hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to see how Holly was getting on.”

She laughs. “Holly was getting on just fine, the little sex fiend. She can’t get enough of my cunt.”

Holly grins. “And you can’t get enough of mine. She made me come, Mom. She licked my cunt until I came, then licked it some more.” She lifts her head and looks at Kelly adoringly. “I love you,” she says. “I’m totally head over heels in love with you.”

Kelly hugs her. “And I love you too, my darling.”

“How are M & M doing?” Holly asks.

“Lying head to tail, the last time I saw them, furiously eating each other’s cunts. They’ve decided that they’re lesbians already.”

“Me, too, Mom. I’m a lesbian.” There’s a shit-eating grin on her face. “From now on, I’m gonna lick every cunt I can get my hands on.”

“Including your mom’s?” asks Kelly, archly.

Holly hesitates. I help her out. “It would be a way of showing how much you love me.”

“But I love Kelly!”

“I wouldn’t be jealous,” says Kelly. “I can’t be with you all the time, my sweet.”

I stand, then kneel back on the bed, swinging my leg over both of them, my cunt just inches from my daughter’s face. “All you have to do is say ‘no’.”

She gazes at my soaking wet cunt, inhales through her nose, then smiles at me. Her hands go on my hips and she pulls me down onto her darling angel face.

The End

Two Little Girls and Their Gym Teacher, Part One

  • Posted on March 14, 2017 at 5:57 pm

By Misty Meadow

I’m picking my daughter Holly up from school and looking for a parking space when she comes hurtling out from the school gate and streaks across the road without looking. Horns honk and tires screech.

She flings the car door open and leaps inside, excitement written all over her face. I’m about to start a lecture on pedestrian traffic safety when she bursts out, “Guess what! M & M were suspended today ‘cos they were caught in a stall in the bathroom with no clothes on and a girl in the next stall heard them and they were saying all sorts of stuff about undressing and fingering each other and she reported them and…” All this comes out in one breath. She’s referring to her two classmates Maia and Morgan, inseparable best friends.

“Hold on,” I say, pulling out into congested traffic. “Slow down. Start at the beginning and tell me what happened.”

“All I know is that this girl reported what she’d overheard and M & M were taken out of class and then we heard they’d been suspended. I haven’t had a chance to talk to either of them yet.”

“Don’t get too excited, Holly. To me it just sounds like two young girls having a bit of naughty fun in the bathroom. I did that sort of thing at your age. Don’t make it a bigger thing than it already is.”

“But the whole school’s talking about it! When they come back to school, everyone’s gonna be laughing at them.”

“Except you.”

“Exactly! Except me. They’re both my best friends and I feel so bad for them.”

“When we get home, you can call them. You can invite them to your birthday party on Saturday.”

“My birthday’s not until next month.”

“So, we’ll bring it forward, just to show them we appreciate them and we’re still good friends. Who else do you wanna invite?”

“Miss Lane.”

Oh, this is perfect! She’s Holly’s gymnastics coach and from what Holly tells me, she’s probably gay and I’m guessing Holly has a crush on her. To be honest, I’ve been interested in Miss Lane for some time now, but never had a chance to talk to her for more than a few minutes.

“Fine. We’ll call her, too. Is it true what they say about her?”

“Oh, yes, I’m pretty sure. She’s always touching us, positioning our limbs and bodies correctly in the gym class. It all looks accidental, but she’s brushed my crotch more than once. Oh, Mom, this is gonna be so cool!”

*****

Everyone hates paedophiles (well not me, I’m hardly in a position to). Most people think of paedophiles as dirty old men in raincoats who hang around outside the school gates with bags of candy in their hands, enticing young girls into their windowless vans and coercing them to have sex, and if the child is unwilling, violently force them to perform ugly acts of depravity. I don’t think that’s quite an accurate picture. Those creeps are the exception and yes, kids need to be protected from them, but there’s a bigger picture. We shouldn’t forget women paedophiles.

Originally the word meant “lover of children,” and in that sense, paedophilia’s widespread, maybe universal, an admirable condition, to be encouraged. But the word’s taken on a sinister connotation, giving rise to images of molested youngsters, damaged for life, so now paedophilia comes somewhere between war crimes and genocide on the acceptability scale.

Almost all little girls are cute in the way that puppy dogs and koala bears are cute which triggers in us a desire to protect them, hug them, kiss them, reassure them, tell them that they’re beautiful and loved, rub their bellies and scratch their ears… sorry, that’s puppies again. But sometimes the wires get crossed, and a child’s cuteness, in addition to arousing protective instincts, arouses sexual urges. Maybe it’s a kind of synesthesia, the blending of two senses, like people who hear colors and taste shapes. The sexual urge is perfectly fine as long as one doesn’t act on it, but if the arousal is enough to overpower one’s restraint, then we have a problem.

But there must be millions of men and women out there who see school letting out, with hordes of young teens and preteens streaming out of the school gates in their uniforms and white socks, and who sigh with longing, but never act on their feelings. Most of them would tell you that the thought of forcing themselves on a kid is horrifying and that all they want is to make a child happy. This might come across as the excuse of an accused offender, but what if it’s true? What if there’s a silent majority out there whose secret desire is to arouse children and who are never discovered? What if the number of underage boys and girls who have sex with an adult and enjoy it and thus never talk about it, is huge? There’s no way to know.

I’m not a paedophile exclusively. My brief marriage was disaster, even though the sex was hot. He was violent and I soon got rid of him and was lucky enough to keep custody of his kid, my darling Holly, now eleven years old. So, strictly speaking, she’s my stepdaughter and I love her to bits. And I’m finished with men.

My obsession with young girls started with little Vicky, a neighbour’s kid whom I babysat when she was ten and I was thirteen. She seduced me, signalling her desire for intimacy by showing off her underwear in so many lewd ways, that she might as well have used semaphore. I took her into the bathroom and was only slightly surprised when she demanded that I get in the shower with her to “soap her back” and then insisted that I lather her all over, including the naughty bits.

“Do it again!” she begged after I’d pushed my soapy finger inside her. Then she proceeded to wash my cunt in exactly the same way. She was the first girl to ever make me come. Over the summer we repeated our adventure several times until, to my dismay, the family moved away. She was in tears when we finally said goodbye, and she never told anyone about how her hymen came to be ruptured.

Kids have sex with kids. Didn’t you? Does that make us all paedophiles? Remember the words of Juliette’s father: “…she hath not yet reached her thirteenth birthday.” Romeo couldn’t have been much older, but you don’t hear audiences at the Globe yelling, “Hey, Romeo, you fucking child molester! Get off the fucking stage!”

Think about this for a moment. Is paedophilia now where homosexuality was a century ago — illegal, immoral, unnatural and deserving of the most extreme punishment? So, does the future hold a golden age in which having consensual sex with an underage person is considered perfectly normal, like gay marriage has become?

*****

Holly and I went shopping in Oxford Street for a party dress for her. On the way home, on the tube, a woman sitting opposite was staring at Holly. Guessing why, I looked sideways at my daughter and sure enough, there she was, sprawled as usual with her legs carelessly spread. The woman had a delicious view up her dress.

I wasn’t surprised. Holly is an incurable exhibitionist. I was the same at her age so it doesn’t bother me, in fact I feel a little thrill when she acts lewdly in front of strangers. Exiting the tube station, I mentioned it and we giggled together like two naughty little girls.

We’ve settled on a simple black dress in a kind of wispy material which would be see-through were it not for the slip that lines it. It would be nice to see her in it without the slip. It’s deliciously short, showing off her slender thighs and it flares out revealingly when she pirouettes. White ankle socks add a “little girl” touch. We also bought a pair of pink silk knickers, split down the front from waist to crotch and tied with a little bow. She looks adorable.

Maia and Morgan arrive, followed minutes later by Miss Lane, who’s dressed in white linen slacks and a cream silk blouse through which I can see a lacy camisole. She looks even more attractive than I remember.

“I’m Misty,” I say, shaking her hand and eyeing her up and down, “we met at the PTA.”

“I remember. Call me Kelly. Hear that, girls? We’re Kelly and Misty this afternoon. You can be formal on Monday, back at school. That’s a nice dress, Holly.”

I know exactly what’ll happen next. Holly pirouettes in a full circle, reverses and spins the other way. Her dress arcs out and reveals her naughty pink knickers beneath. “Oh, what gorgeous knickers,” says her teacher, grinning. “Who gets to pull the little bow?”

“That’s up to Holly,” I say.

“What color knickers are you wearing, M & M?” Kelly asks Holly’s friends.

Without hesitation, they lift up the fronts of their sun dresses. Maia’s are pale blue and Morgan’s are plain white cotton. My pulse quickens. When little girls lift their dresses, it makes my knees go weak.

“What about yours?” they ask us. It’s a fair question. I lift up my skirt and show everyone my white nylon almost see-through knickers. Not to be outdone, Kelly unfastens her slacks at the side and lets them fall. She’s wearing white silk tap pants with lace trimmed legs that match the lace on the camisole I can see through her blouse. She looks tastefully sexy.

“I might as well leave them off,” she says, folding her slacks over the back of a chair. We’re getting off to a good start.

We go into the living room. Presents are given, and soon the girls are sitting on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper, oohing and aahing at the gifts, while Kelly and I relax on the couch. When three eleven-year-old girls in skirts are squatting on the carpet preoccupied with something, you can be sure that you’ll get to see plenty of underwear.

“Aren’t they just adorable!” Kelly breathes, staring at the display.

When the gifts have been thoroughly inspected by all three girls, they dash upstairs to Holly’s room and slam the door.

“So tell me,” I ask Kelly, “what was the suspension all about?”

“M & M were fingering each other in the bathroom stall and were overheard. They were quoted as saying, ‘Oh, that feels nice,’ and ‘Push it in further’, and ‘Pretend I’m a boy and kiss me’. I suspect they’re no strangers to pussy touching.”

“Wow, they’re only eleven.”

“When I was their age I was up to all sorts of naughty stuff, just like that. Weren’t you?”

“Well, I had a lot of sexual fantasies, but I never got to touching until I was thirteen.” I tell her about little Vicky, the memory still fresh in my mind.

“Oh, you bad girl!” she says, mockingly. “So you like young girls, too?”

“Little girls, yes, but big girls as well.”

A gentle smile lights up her face. This might be the moment to make a move on her, but I hear the girls running down the stairs. Never mind, we can continue this conversation later.

“Time to swim, guys,” I call. “Last one in’s a rotten egg.”

“We don’t have our swim suits,” Morgan protests.

“We don’t bother with swim suits in this house. We’re gonna skinny dip.”

“Cool!” say Maia and Morgan in unison, their faces lighting up.

The kids dash out across the patio to the pool in the middle of the lawn and Kelly and I follow at a more leisurely pace, wineglasses in our hands. We sit on the patio steps and watch the girls undress. I’d have liked to see them strip off slowly, one at a time, but in under five seconds, they’re all naked, pulling their ankle socks off, leaving dresses and knickers scattered all over the lawn. They all jump into the pool, swim to the deep end and cluster in a group, laughing and giggling.

I look at Kelly, stand, drop my short skirt and pull my cotton tank over my head. I wait for a beat, letting her look at me, then slide my nylon knickers down and step out of them. Her gaze is riveted on me. I watch her unbutton her blouse, take it off, and let the shoulder straps of her camisole fall from her shoulders. She pushes it down, together with her tap pants, in one smooth movement and steps out of them. Her pussy, like mine, is perfectly shaved. Her tits are small and perfectly shaped, with no need for a bra.

She grins, saying, “There’s not a pubic hair between the five of us.”

She takes me by the hand and together we jump into the pool. She does a few laps then we all gather in the middle of the pool. That’s when the fun begins. The girls invent a game where they swim underwater between our legs as we stand facing each other. I feel arms and legs and hands brushing against my inner thighs and little thrills run through my body. We move farther apart with each pass until we’re well spaced and the girls can no longer manage to stay under long enough. Then they go off to the deep end again and huddle, whispering to each other.

Kelly and I stand in the shallow end, then she hoists herself up on to the pool edge and sits, leaning back on her elbows, legs invitingly spread. I stand, waist deep, in front of her, as close as I dare, admiring her slender body. Whether deliberate or not, her pose is quite lewd. She sees me staring at her pussy with its big floppy lips and amazingly large clit. It must be almost half an inch long.

I have an almost irresistible urge to press my face between her thighs, but manage to control myself. She lifts her heels and puts them on the drain that runs round the pool at the waterline and lets her legs fall open.

“Do you like my cunt?” she asks, bluntly. Most girls would call it a pussy, but the word ‘cunt’ has a nice crude ring to it.

I lean in to inspect it more closely. “You have an amazing clit.”

She grins. “Wanna touch it?”

I glance over my shoulder to where the girls are still huddled. “They might see.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. When I was doing laps, I could see that they were touching each other underwater. That’s why they were giggling.”

“Wow! Really? My girl, too?”

“All of them.”

I look again to see the girls preoccupied, and reach out with both hands to spread her lips, revealing a bright pink cavern. Then I take her clit between my forefinger and thumb and gently pinch it. She lets out a little gasp of pleasure. I look over my shoulder again and see Holly swimming towards me, so I let go and step back.

“Mom!” she says, surfacing beside us. “Were you touching Miss Lane’s… sorry… Kelly’s cunt?”

Her teacher doesn’t seem shocked by Holly’s use of the ‘C’ word. I dodge the question. M & M swim over to us.

“I’m getting cold,” I say, hoisting myself up on the edge and standing. All three girls stare up at us with expressions of… well not quite adoration, but certainly with interest. Kelly stands up and together we collect all the discarded garments from the grass. We go over to where the table and chaise lounges are, in the shade of a big tree. I put the dresses on the table and carefully fold Maia’s pale blue knickers and Morgan’s white ones, pressing them against my cheek. Kelly laughs. We start to dry ourselves with big bath towels.

“So you appreciate knickers too, huh?” She picks up Holly’s pink ones and holds them up. “Someone pulled the bow, look.” The split front gapes wide, the two ribbons hanging down. “I wonder who it was.”

We sit and sip our wine until the girls climb out of the pool and I fold Holly in a towel and rub her body all over, pressing my hand between her legs. I no longer care if M & M see, we’re all complicit. Kelly does the same, first with Morgan, then with Maia, her own hand lingering between the girls’ thighs, until they step away and sit on their respective lounges.

“So, girls,” Kelly asks, “Who pulled the bow?”

M & M look at each other, grinning.

“We both did,” says Maia. “We each took an end of the ribbon and slowly pulled it until the bow came undone and then we spread her knickers open and looked at her cunt.” Is Holly blushing, or is it my imagination?

“Oh, my God!” Kelly breathes. “That must’ve been so exciting. I wish I’d been there.”

“We could re-enact it.” I can hardly believe I’m saying that. It’s one thing to have my own preteen daughter fooling about with other kids, but Kelly is a grown woman, a lesbian to boot and I cold be starting something that might get out of hand.

I expect Holly to be reluctant, a bit shy perhaps, but she eagerly agrees. So I pick up her knickers and carefully tie the bow, making sure the two edges are firmly together, then hold them open for her to step into. She slowly pulls them up her thighs.

“Let Kelly pull the bow,” she says. “Maia, Morgan, you guys have had your turn.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Go for it, Kelly!”

She drops to her knees in front of my daughter and we all stare as she slowly tugs on the bow. We watch breathlessly as the knot slowly comes undone and Kelly reaches with her fingers and spreads the gap wide, revealing my little girl’s cunt in all its glory. Holly smiles at us, then as Kelly leans back out of the way, she spreads the gap even wider with her own fingertips, gazing down at herself, then just as we think we’ve seen it all, she spreads her cunt lips, deliberately displaying the pinkness inside. Kelly sits back on her heels, transfixed.

Holly looks up at her. “D’you like my cunt?”

“Oh, my God, it’s heavenly!” Kelly gasps, her face flushed with excitement.

Holly steps over to me and I carefully re-tie the bow, closing the gates of heaven. “Always leave them wanting more,” I whisper to her.

“Jesus, I nearly came,” Kelly murmurs to me. “It’s no good denying it, I think your little girl’s adorable.”

I lean in close and quietly ask, “Have you ever touched her in the gym class? Not that I’m complaining, but you’d be taking a helluva risk.”

“Oh, the occasional accidental touch, nothing that could be construed as inappropriate.” She keeps her voice low, so the girls can’t hear.

“They don’t mind?”

“No. I think some of them have crushes on me.”

I feel a surge of jealousy. “Does Holly?”

“If she wants to tell you, then she will.”

“If you ever think about retiring, let me know. I want your job.”

She laughs.

I pick up Maia’s blue knickers and hold them for her to step into, but Morgan gets there first. “Maia and I are gonna swap knickers,” she says.

“We are?” says Maia. “Okay, if you want to.”

I pull the knickers up Morgan’s legs and then hold her knickers for Maia. She pulls them all the way up to form a distinctive camel toe. Then I take Kelly’s silk tap pants and look at her. She reads my mind and nods. I pull them on. All four of them make appreciative noises. Kelly tells me I can keep her tap pants as a gift, then takes my knickers and dons them.

“You’re the only one wearing your own knickers,” I say to Holly.

She murmurs something which might be, “Not for long,” then adds, “Let’s go to my room.” The girls run indoors and upstairs.

“While they’re having fun, we’ll go to my room,” I say, taking Kelly’s hand.

Continue on to Part Two

Lily Robin, Chapter 6

  • Posted on March 6, 2017 at 5:35 pm

By Louisa May

I called up to them. “Get the bath going, girls! I’ll be up soon!”

“‘KAY!” Amid laughter.

I turned back to the kitchen to clean up the area around the fridge that had been spattered by coconut cream. And on the island. And the fridge handle. Hmm. . . I licked the hand that had held the handle. Oh, that was GOOD.

I remembered I’d been poisoned. In a good way, but still. I hoped I could keep remembering that. No telling what might happen. I heard the bath water run upstairs.

And all of a sudden, outside the kitchen window, it seemed the sky fell in. At first I thought it was the bath, somehow strangely louder. But no – rain, rain, rain! Quite a heavy downpour. I opened the french doors to the deck. Mm, nice. Mild, clean, and soaking everything. I stood gazing out at the rushing rainstorm, and heard another, more chaotic rushing – of little feet, down the stairs. They were still topless, caked with cake, and still poo-stained.

“Ooh, ooh, rain! RAIN!” Lily clapped her hands, hugged Lisa, who chanted along: “Rain, rain!”

Lily ran to the doorway to the deck. The rain was coming down hard. We felt the warm, fresh spray. She turned to me. “Can we play in it? Please??”

Lisa: “Please? Please??” They hugged and literally jumped up and down. Eleven? More like four!

I smiled. It sounded like fun. “Sure, get all that stuff washed off you.”

Lily grinned. “I know!” And she immediately stripped. Of course. She tossed her soiled shorts and socks and shoes theatrically on the floor, then struck a heroically naked pose, both arms up and out. Oh, my little darling. There was her little slit, still rosy from our latest Clean Check. Her grin to me had a bit of the secret, then she turned to Lisa.

Who turned to me, her face ablush with eagerness and trepidation. Her eyes held just the slightest of glazes. I looked at her with a simple shrug that said: “Not my call, babe. Your move.” And with an intrepid grin, she peeled her leotard the rest of the way down, and kicked it expertly into the Lily pile, and turned triumphantly to Lily.

I took a deep breath and masked it with a look out the door. God, she was beautiful — really, classically beautiful. A dancer, in every sense: her long, smoothly muscled body; just blooming breasts with the beginning bumps; her bottom, heart-shaped, and also beginning to bloom, the hips with that tensile firmness; and her legs, my God. . . so perfectly formed, and chiselled now. My little sister. . .

“Wow, Lisa, you are beautiful!” Lily’s mouth was open.

Lisa’s whole body blushed at that, and she smiled. “Silly,” she murmured.

“Come on!” Lily strode out into the downpour.

Lisa followed her, squealing under the stream. Lily hopped, and sang, Lisa swayed, and danced; they both held hands and their mouths open to the rain, and the rain obligingly ran down and around their young, naked bodies. . .

At one point Lily hugged Lisa, who reciprocated, and they began enjoying their mutual slipperiness – first Lily, then Lisa would try to hold on to the other, while twisting and dolphining against each other, giggling and laughing. . .

I just looked on in wonder. Lustful wonder, yes – it did make me incredibly horny, watching my two naked little angels play with each other. Oh my, oh my, oh my. I sighed, big-time. What I wanted to do was join them, of course – get naked and squish myself up against them, and be a little girl with them, and be a big girl with them, and teach them pleasure, wet, wet, delicious . . .

What I did was call them in. Boo. “Okay, come on, girls–”

“Ohhh–”

“–Bath should be ready by now.”

“Yaaay!!” And on cue they ran into the kitchen, past me to the stairs, and up again. I heard a slap! And a squeal from Lisa.

Big sigh again. Poor me, I have to watch two gorgeous little girls have fun, mostly naked. Woe is me. Oh grow up, I said to my silly self, and put a mop to the kitchen floor.

After another ten minutes or so, I’d finished downstairs, and headed up. It was definitely quieter than before, I noticed. They’re probably pretty sleepy by now – a bath would certainly do the trick. A towel and PJ’s, brush teeth and to bed. The Responsible Babysitter’s Guide. . .

When I neared the bathroom, it WAS quieter: just the hum of the whirlpool jets, the bubble of the water – and a sort of cooing sound. I stuck my head in, and saw little naked Lily, now pink-wet, sitting up on the edge of the tub. She was looking down at Lisa in the tub; looked up at me and put a finger to her lips, with a smile. Then she looked back down at Lisa.

Lisa’s small, elegant feet were on each side of Lily as she faced her. As I came closer to the over-sized tub, I saw that my sister’s head lay back in the bubbling water. She looked at me, and now her eyes were quite glazed. Her mouth hung open. Her little nipples were hard and almost purple. A whirlpool jet buzzed away between her legs.

“Oh, Lou. . .” she breathed. “Oh, it’s. . . it’s so amazing. . .” Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment. BIG sigh. Her toes curled, and Lisa held them.

Lisa opened her eyes again to me. “I never felt like this. . . ever, ever. . .” Her discovery was so wonderfully innocent.

Lily murmured to us both, “I was doing it to myself,” she stroked Lily’s toes, “and then I showed Lisa. . .” she kissed a toe. She was looking down at Lisa, who stared back at her, almost oblivious. “She never did anything like this.” Lily kissed another toe, then sucked it into her mouth.

Lisa gasped, then giggled low, almost like a baby who’s too tired to laugh. Another wave passed through her and the baby became a little girl discovering true, deep pleasure. A high-pitched “Ohh!”

I knelt by the tub and watched. Lily brought her feet up and squatted before Lisa. She spoke as if to a very young student of hers. “I like to rub myself, too.” She pressed her fingers to her pink and open slit and began rubbing. I could see her juices were still flowing, my horny little devil. Her pudgy fingers slipped easily between her rosy lips, then out and around and around.

She stared at Lisa, who stared back. Lily dug at herself. “It feels really good, huh?”

Lisa nodded, then couldn’t keep it in: “Ohh, it feels SO good? So so good. Mmmm. Ooooh!”

Lily thrust her hips forward, frigging away. “I like to do it when you’re doing it, too. I like to feel good with you.”

Lisa nodded, her mouth open. “Uh-huhhh. . .” Another shudder shook her.

Lily frigged faster. I could hear her wet little flap-flap-flapping above the hum of the whirlpool.

Lisa made a little ‘huh!’ sound and her whole body froze. Her toes extended completely, en pointe. And little Lily moaned as she herself brought herself to a little cummy. Lisa watched, in her suspended state.

They both ceased quietly – no big collapse, no screaming. But real. They panted for a few moments. Then Lily hit the off-jet button and slid into the water. Her face was inches from Lisa’s. “That felt good, huh?”

Lisa nodded, dazed. Her blond hair swayed around her head like seaweed. She scratched her nose. “That was awesome.”

Lily grinned in her face. “I know, isn’t it?” She turned to me. I had my arms folded on the edge, watching them. Lisa, too, turned her pretty, flushed face toward me. Her look was of serene happiness, mixed with just a touch of shyness.

And it was Lisa, my dear little sister, who extended the invitation. “Come in with us, Lou.”

Lily nodded fiercely. “Yeah! You have to.”

I smiled at my angels. “I don’t think that’s a great idea. . .”

Lily rose to stand. The water came up just to her cute inny belly button. “It’s the best idea ever! Whattaya mean?” A big lock of her wet, dark hair stuck to her cheek.

“Well. . . what if your parents come back while I’m romping naked in the tub with you? Hm?”

“They’re not going to be back until late late late. Mama said.” And she fell back with a Sploosh!

True. And Josette had said she’d call first if they came back early, in case I wanted to make other plans. . .

Lily scooted right up to my face. “You have to.”

Lisa moved in beside her. Both their pretty little wet faces were within breathing distance.

Lily: “Please?” And kissed my cheek.

Lisa smiled and kissed my other cheek. “Pretty please?” she whispered.

Well. I rolled my eyes at them and stood. Lily grinned as I began removing my clothes. OFF with the Gap shirt –

“Ooh, your boobies!”

“They’re so pretty, Lou.” Lisa was watching me, fascinated. She really hadn’t seen me naked, not since I was a teenager with no boobs to speak of, and definitely not since I’d, well, become a woman. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, Lees.”

“Your nipples are so cool!” As Lily touched a finger to one. I did have rather long nipples, and they got even longer when I was excited. They were very long right then. She giggled. “They’re like erasers!”

I stood there half-undressed, my hands at my belt. “I guess that’s good. . .”

“Let her take her pants off, Lily.”

Lily slipped back into the tub by Lisa. “Yeah, get naked!” She and Lisa looked at each other and laughed. Lily kissed Lisa’s nose, then put a protective arm around her neck. Lisa leaned into her new friend.

I peeled my jeans down, a bit self-conscious in front of an audience! I shucked them and folded them, then hung them on a towel rack.

I’d forgotten about my little surprise, but Lily noticed. “Hey, your underpants!”And indeed, I’d found a pair with the same pattern I’d seen on her that first night: purple with pink and white hearts. I turned for her, showing off the big white heart on the bottom.

Lily murmured to Lisa, “I had the same kind of underpants when she was my babysitter. . .”

Lisa said, “I like them.”

I turned and started to take them off, when Lily stopped me. “Wait!” I turned to her, expectant. “Umm. . . I never saw your bottom naked.” She turned to Lisa, who looked at her, intrigued.

They both looked back at me. Lisa said, politely, “Lou?”

“Hmm?”

“Could you show us your bottom? Naked?”

I snorted a small laugh at their courtliness, then said, “Why, of course I can, girls.” I turned and looked back at them. Two cute 10 and 11-year-old girls waiting for their strip show! They both now had their arms over the edge of the tub, and their lips were slightly parted in fascinated anticipation.

I tucked both thumbs into the waistband. “Like this?” They nodded solemnly. So I proceeded, pulling the panties down my bottom, slowly. God, this was so erotic, I was swimming. I felt the band slide down my butt, over my crack, then to the crease between my legs and my ass. . .

Looking back, I could see that one of Lily’s hands had disappeared into the water. “Feel good?” I asked her.

She nodded, smiling. “Your bottom is so, so sexy.” Lisa nodded.

Lily went on, “It’s not smushy like Mama’s, it’s –”

“Beautiful.” Lisa stared at her sister. “Really, really beautiful.”

“Thank you, dear.” I squeezed my butt. “Can I finish taking them off now?”

They both nodded. Lily held out her arms. “Now get in with us!”

I put away the panties and clambered naked into the bath. It was quite capacious, easily able to hold four adults. Lily and Lisa both crowded in on me in the middle, their heads bobbing, while I squatted, my nipple-hard boobs at water level.

Lily was so excited, she could hardly breathe. “Do the whirlpool!” Her little crotch rubbed against my knee under water.

Lisa enthusiastically agreed. “Oh, Lou, yes! Do it! It is So So Awesome!”

Lily was looking down, peering through the water at my own crotch. “You have a lot of hair, too. Right? A lot of hair on your vagina.”

I looked down, musing. The water was quite clear. “Not a whole lot, but, yeah, I do have some.”

“Furry.” She grinned and scrambled up to the ledge again. “‘Cause look, mine is all naked. See?” She held her pink little puss open for inspection.

Lisa hopped up on the ledge beside her and splayed herself. “Me, too. I don’t have any hair, either!” And she also presented her slick little vulva, rather more elegantly than Lily, I saw: Lisa used two fingers to spread herself, whereas Lily just dug right in and spread ‘em.

I was somewhat dazed. “Yes, I see. I. . . do see.”

Lily looked over at Lisa’s presentation. “Wow. . . yours has like a tongue coming out!”

Lisa bit her lower lip, pride mixed with shyness. She looked down at herself. “Yeah. . . sometimes it just sticks out like that.” A pink little kitten nose peeked out. Actually, more like a full-grown cat nose.

Lily leaned down and stuck her own tongue out at Lisa’s lower one. “Mmmn, yourSELF!”

They both giggled. Oh my God. Lovely.

Lily inspected Lisa’s little pussy tongue closely. “It’s so cool. . .” She checked out herself again. “Mine is kinda fatter. . . and redder. ‘Cause I rub it a lot!” And she demonstrated, then looked over at Lisa, her little fingers still fondling her swollen lips. “Do you like to rub yours too?”

Lisa had been watching Lily masturbate, fascinated. She idly stroked her own, more delicate- seeming cunt as Lily rubbed away. Dreamily, she nodded. “But I don’t really rub. . . just kind of. . . play with it. . .” Which she was doing, to apparently good effect. Then, almost on cue, they both looked at me. For a moment, they just looked at me, playing with themselves. A mental snapshot, never to be forgotten.

Lily spoke: “Show us your vagina, Louisa.”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah, show us yours, Lou.” And she slid down again, into the bath, followed by Lily, who slapped the ledge they’d just left. Then she grinned at me, and bit my shoulder. In her enthusiasm, it actually hurt.

“Ow.”

She grimaced with a hiss, and kiss-kiss-kissed it better. “Sorry sorry sorry! I just wanted to eat you for a second, sorry!”

Lisa kissed the shoulder, too. “She’s sorry,” she giggled, then kissed my ear. A quick, elfin whisper, “I love you, Lou.” Back away, shy smile.

I rubbed my arm and smiled, at both of them, at their hopeful faces. I took a breath and climbed up on the Viewing Stand. I repressed a sudden urge to giggle like a madwoman, then took another breath and spread my legs wide for the girls’ edification.

They both surged forward. “Ohh, it’s so beautiful!”

“It’s like a seashell!”

Lily petted my pubes. “So much hair! And so soft. . .”

Lisa joined her in petting the puss. “It’s not like your regular hair, it’s thicker –”

“– especially up here,” as Lily ran her hand over the pubes above my twat. “It’s really bouncy here!” Lisa tried it, and, yes, she thought so too!

I touched their wet little heads, their slick, thin shoulders, arms. . . I was really in another world; kind of a constant, low-grade orgasm. I breathed slowly and deeply.

Lily touched a finger to my labia. “THIS is nice and smushy.” She held a lip between her pudgy thumb and finger. She smiled up at me. “It’s like. . . raspberries.” She continued to fondle it, twisting the plump flesh in her fingers. Almost to herself: “Really juicy raspberries. . .”

I couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping. Lisa’s eyes were wide now, her eyes riveted on me and my pussy. Lily looked at her, and Lisa touched a finger to my pussy lips. “It IS like a seashell. . .” Her wet finger slid up, to the apex, and found my clit.

“Mmm. . .” I murmured. She watched me, fascinated. Having just experienced something similar, she was eager to see how I responded.

Lily kissed me on my lips. I watched her little face down there, and felt her puffy little lips press against me.

Just that, was enough to kick my whole sensual being up a big old notch. “Ohhh, my God, Lily. Ooohh. . .” Lily came away and admired the reaction.

Lisa looked at Lily, who smiled back at her, brows up. A look that said, “I know, can you believe I just did that??!” Lisa bit her lip and looked up at me. All I could do right then was look dazed with lust. She swallowed, then leaned in and kissed my pussy lips. She came away and looked immediately at Lily.

Lily whispered to her, “I like how she tastes.” Lisa nodded.

My hands moved, of their own accord, down to my pussy, and I spread myself more fully apart. Lily smiled up at me, and immediately took the cue. She pressed her face against me now, and not only kissed, but started licking, and sucking. I felt her little button nose burrowing against the slick walls of my cunt. Lisa took the hint – it was certainly a day of new things! – and brought her own pretty mouth to my clit area. She inexpertly mouthed and lipped away at my hoodie and its pearl.

But really, her technique, and Lily’s, was no hindrance to my enjoyment. Indeed, it wasn’t even about the act itself, as much as the facts: these two amazing little naked, wet princesses slurping away between my legs as I, their babysitter and older sister, buck naked, held my gushing pussy open for them.

And that image, in my mind, and there before me in the flesh, set me off: “Ohhh, OhhHH, girls, here it is, here it is my babies, here I. . . ohhhHHHH my GOD, hHoH, hoh, hohh, OOOOooooohhh. . .”

The troupers, they slurped up every last drop.

THE END

Lily Robin, Chapter 5

  • Posted on February 28, 2017 at 2:51 pm

By Louisa May

Boy, I sure hadn’t changed much. I might be an Olympic Volleyball Hopeful (my title in the local press), and recipient of the Freshman Scholar-Athlete Award, but I was still living in Fantasyland. And now, weirdly, my fantasies were starting to seep into my reality!

I listened to the rollicking voices in the kitchen: Lily, with that delicious, tiny-alto laugh of hers. She had this sly growl in it that grew in intensity, a delightfully carnivorous laugh. And Lisa’s, that high whoop of hers, I’d forgotten. . . she did sound like some silly little bird, whooping away. I hadn’t heard that laugh much at all, from Lisa – I loved that it seemed so unlike her, so wacky, and foolish, whereas she herself was so self-contained. . .

Lily had, of course, been a fantasy of mine ever since our lusty one-night stand four years ago. And if I’d been self-sex-driven before meeting her, well, afterward. . . let’s just say I always had a tube of hydrocortisone cream with me. But after a couple of years, the Lily fantasy (reality) had become another page in my Rolodex of Dreams. A well-used page, yes, with stars and doodles on it, but still, one among many.

And then I entered the smorgasbord that is College, and found out it’s Okay to be Gay, at least among my crew (the Gym Dawgs). Heck, at college you could pretty much have any kind of sex with anything or anybody, as long as you kept your grades up. So I kind of didn’t really need fantasy there for awhile, at least for the time it took for the novelty of Coming Out to wear, if not off, then down.

And so coming home seemed the perfect time for a Break, in the truest sense: a time to separate from others, and find out what it was I really wanted. Or didn’t want. A personal retreat, if you will. It all sounds very admirable, doesn’t it? What I did, for the first week or so, was spend most of my time in my . . . Meditation Space. In bed.

Fortunately, Mom was busy most of the time, or it might have seemed a bit anti-social of me. I did luxuriate! My hands, mouth, ass, pussy – my beautifully taut, muscular body – hello, friend! It’s been a while! Now let’s get to know each other again. . .

And what’s funny is that, about three or four days into this marathon of self-pleasuring, I got the call from Mrs. Claire. I spoke to her while idly diddling myself. I must admit, her French accent drove me wild; it was such wonderful agony to repress the orgasm that kept trying to occur. And the fact that she was completely unaware, of course, that as we spoke I was naked as a jaybird with my hand busy in my bushy business – that made it all the more delicious.

I do recall that at one point during the conversation (well, more her talking and me responding with ‘OK’s’ and ‘uh-huh’s'), she did ask me if I’d been running. Woops. “Actually, yes. Gotta keep in shape! Sorry for the heavy breathing.”

“Oh, no, non non. You are an athlete, you must! How I envy you. The Olympics, mon dieu!”

Ooh, that French. “Maybe the Olympics. Don’t know yet.”

“Well, we all cross our fingers, yes? Oh, I must fly. Thank you, Louisa, thank you so much.”

“No problem. ‘Bye.” I hung up the phone and sank two fingers into my cunt, flexing my hips. At the same time, the thought of Lily burst onto my consciousness, and I came like gangbusters.

And – there was the issue of my sister. As proper and responsible as I’d like to believe myself to be, at least deep deep down – the sight of her at the door in her leotard. . . tanned, long smooth dancer muscles; pretty, fine-boned face, with big blue eyes and high cheekbones; soft, golden hair – well, it set my fantasy mind going, of course. Even if, when we stood around talking, I pretended it wasn’t. She’s my sister. There’s our mother. Of course she’s pretty, she’s a dancer.

No good.

I finally pushed myself away from the front door and headed in the direction of the kitchen. Look, I told myself. It’s one thing to fantasize – it’s quite another to be discovered molesting two preteen girls who happen to be your neighbor and your own sister! New local paper headlines: “Olympic Volleyball Hopeful Netted for Child Abuse!” “Lesbo Kiddie Kreep Spiked!” No thank you.

The laughter coming from the kitchen area seemed even more boisterous. Such whoops and hollers! Maybe I better do my job. . .

As I came in, something flew past me. “What the heck was that?!” It looked like dirt.

Immediately, the laughter stopped. A few repressed giggles ensued, and heavy breathing. I saw Lisa hiding behind the island. Lily seemed to be stalking her, pacing by the refrigerator with something in her hand. She had a dark ring around her mouth, and her look to me was of the innocent devil.

I tilted my head. “What is that?”

She held out her hand. “Brownie.” She looked at it. It seemed a bit. . . squashed. “With chocolate icing, but this one doesn’t have any icing anymore. . .”

I noticed that, besides her mouth, chocolate icing seemed to be on her clothes, too. And in her hair. Hm.

I gestured to her. “Turn around.” Yes, everywhere. “Looks like somebody pooped their pants.”

Lily guffawed, her hand to her mouth.

“I did that!” Lisa had stood up. Her headband now hund around her neck, and she now wore only her leotard – apparently her skirt had vanished. She too had a chocolate mouth-ring, and bore battle smudge wounds.

Lisa’s color was high. She seemed, not hysterical, but on the lesser verge of hysterical laughter. Her words tumbled out. “We were looking for Diet Coke –”

Lily provided footnotes. “I thought we had some in the pantry. . .”

“– and then Lily found these kind of chocolate-cake brownies in this,” referring to a half- empty, half-covered plate, “so we –”

“They’re really good, here, have one.” I absently accepted a brownie from Lily, listened to Lisa. I took a bite. To Lisa: “So you. . .”

She nodded. “So we ate some, and they were REALLY good, and then Lily was catching them in her mouth –”

“Not the whole thing, just. . . like this,” and she tossed the little formless lump of chocolate straight up – it fell into her mouth. She stuck up her fists and grinned triumphantly.

“But at first she was missing a lot, too.” Lily stuck a chocolate tongue out at Lisa, who giggled.

I cocked an eyebrow at Lily. “I can imagine.” Tongue out at me, too. “So how did you come to poop your pants?”

They both squealed with laughter. Wow, easy house. Lisa, breathlessly whooping: “You pooped your pants, you pooped your pants!” while Lily turned her butt to us and made poopy noises, which made Lisa laugh even harder.

“Oh! Oh! I’m laughing too hard!” Lisa stopped to get her breath, and in the sudden quiet, Lily made a small “plbbt!” sound. Which started Lisa right back up.

And as Lisa whooped, Lily touched my hand. One look. Then she said, “We were throwing it a little, and then I kinda smushed some on her dress, and so she smushed some on me, too. . .” She picked up Lisa’s skirt, which had been lying on the floor. On closer inspection, it, too, had been poopied.

Lisa was red in the face. She took a deep breath, then looked down at her leotard. She pulled a bit at the crotch. She looked up sheepishly. “I think I peed myself a little bit.”

“Peepee and poopie,” Lily murmured. Lisa giggled, a little wearily.

I popped the last bite of brownie in my mouth. It was, indeed, delicious. “ALRIGHT, girls: we have to clean up here. And I mean CLEAN.” Lily’s eyes were huge with hope. “Just. . . clean.” Her eyes dimmed a bit, a little pout just for me.

I scrabbled in a broom closet, found some supplies. “First, all pieces and crumbs in the trash. Then sweep. Then mop. Got it?”

“Got it!” In synch.

“Good! Then we’ll talk about showers and such.” The phone rang. “I’ll get this in the other room.” They looked at each other. “Get going, girls!” They did.

“Hello?”

“Louisa, hi. It’s Josette.”

“Hi. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing, I’m just, I’m such a terrible mother, I forgot to give you a number to call me in case anything happened.”

“Oh, that’s – that’s fine, what is it?”

“Ready? It’s 348-2278.”

“348-2278. Got it.”

“And how are things going?”

“Oh, good, I guess.” Better tell her now. “I had to break up a little food fight.”

“No!” She laughed. “Oh, my dear, I am so sorry!”

“Oh my god, it was not your fault, absolutely. They’re just pretty wired, I guess, and the sugar just put ‘em over the edge.”

“Ohh, the coconut cream? Mon dieu, what a mess. . .”

“What? Oh, no, actually, it was the brownies.”

“The what?”

“The, you know, the little chocolate cakes. The brownies. On the plate?”

There was a silence.

“Hello? Josette? Did I lose you?”

“No, I’m . . . I’m here, Louisa.” Another silence, then: “Umm. . . the square, chocolate cakes that were in the pantry? Under the plastique?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure. . . yes, Lily said she got it from the pantry, so, yes.”

“Ah. Well, Louisa, erm . . . how to say, how to say. . .”

“How to say what?”

“Erm. . . Louisa. . . I make these, these cakes special, for my husband–”

“Oh, I am so sorry, I –”

“Non, wait, wait. It is because, erm. . . you see, Jacques, my husband. . . he drinks, quite a lot, sometimes, and. . . oh, I am embarrassed to say –”

“It’s okay, really, I –”

“No, it’s not, I say he drinks too much, yes, but the essential, the main thing. . .do you know what are ‘hash brownies’?'”

I looked at the phone. “Hash brownies?”

“We say ‘gâteau haschisch’.”

“I know what they are. . .”

“Yes, well. . . for as long as we have been married, actually longer, when we were at Academie together, I make the. . . hash brownies for when I know Jacques will need them the next day because of . . . la gueule, the. . . sick after drinking. . .?”

“Hangover.”

“Yes, the hangover, bad, very bad. But, when he eats some of the gateaux. . .”

“All better. . .”

“Eh bien, not all, non non, but, yes, better. . . so. . .”

“So. . .” Wow. No wonder my girls were peeing their pants. I better go see how they are –

“How much did they have?”

I chuckled. “Actually, I don’t think very much, really. Most of it ended up on the floor. Or on their clothes. There’s still more than half the plate left, I think.”

“Okay. . .” I could hear her deliberate. “Should I come home, do you think?”

“Oh, no. No, really. They’re fine, believe me. It wasn’t, I mean, they weren’t very strong, were they? The brownies?”

“No, I always make it so there are a lot of cakes, and each one has just a little of the, the –”

“Special ingredient.” The phrase struck me as so absurd that I almost giggled. Hmm.

“Yes, the. . . special ingredient, yes. So. . .”

“Well, good. Definitely a new twist, but. . . should be fine.”

“Yes?”

“Oh yeah, really. I’m gonna go check on them now, I had them clean up their mess. Then it’s showers and to bed.”

“Yes, I’m sure they’ll be ready for bed quite soon.” She sighed, a little hiss over the phone. “Oh, and you can use the tub, too, there’s a big bathtub in our room. Whatever you want.”

“Thank you. Well! I have the number, and if you need to know anything, I’ll give you a call.”

“Thank you, Louisa. You are just an angel. I am so so sorry about all –”

“Oh stop. You’d do the same for me. And by the way, I had one, too. Brownie. They’re really good. I don’t think your husband deserves you.” I heard myself and wished I had instant replay.

But she took it in stride. “Well. . . you may be right. . .” almost as an afterthought. “Oh but now we’re off to another house!” She whispered, “will this evening never end?” Then she laughed briefly, her old social self. “High society. It’s so much work, Louisa! I must fly. Adieu, ma chere!” Click.

I looked at the phone again, and kissed it. Then I realized that my affection for it might have something to do with the brownies. Better go and check my girls.

The kitchen was clean, amazingly. Not the same could be said for the girls. They stood before me, as if on parade. Both wore expressions of solemn laugh-holders. And both were now topless, Lisa with her leotard rolled down to her waist.

Apparently they had now gotten into the coconut cream pie, too, because both girls wore a beard and mustache made of coconut cream. And both had pasties, too. I gazed, astonished, at the thick dabs of coconut cream pie icing that covered their nipples. Lisa was one big blush from belly to forehead, but her lips quivered with barely suppressed mirth. And one of her pasties had a little comma through it, revealing the middle of a newly risen breast lump.

I looked at Lily, who looked up, away, then at me. She opened her mouth slightly, and I saw the bit of coconut cream that may very well have been licked? off of Lisa quite recently. Hmm. . .

“Have either of you gentlemen seen Lisa or Lily around?”

They shook their heads solemnly.

“Hmm. Well, I just wanted to compliment them on a job well done.”

Lily cleared her throat. “We’ll tell them,” in a deep, mannish voice. Lisa nodded sagely.

“Well, ” I crossed to the doorway. “I did want to tell them that they could take a bath in the big bathtub, but I guess if they’re not here. . .”

They erupted. “Yaaay, a bath!” Lily grabbed Lisa’s hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “It’s huge, it’s like a big whirlpool, it is so cool. . .” and they were up.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Lily Robin, Chapter 4

  • Posted on February 22, 2017 at 2:59 pm

By Louisa May

“Guess we’ll have to wait for that, huh!” We had both jumped at the same time: I, to the vanity on her dresser, and she to scramble back into her shorts and blouse. I called down the stairs, “Coming!” and looked back at my girl.

Her face was still pretty flushed; her hair nice and frowzy. She stood before me, hands out. “See? Fresh and clean!”

I smiled. “Yep, fresh and clean.” I brushed a stray lock from her face. “Brush your hair, then come down. Okay?”

She nodded, and touched a finger to my lip. “You’re all wet and kissy.”

I looked in the mirror and, yes I was. I dabbed my mouth on my shoulder. Still rosy, but, oh well. “Here we go!” I jogged down the stairs to open the front door.

“LOU!” My little sister had her arms out. I grabbed her, and we hugged. My mom stood behind her, smiling, but in a rush, as always. She held Lisa’s overnight bag. Lisa’s valet, tapping her toe.

I broke the hug and held her at arm’s length. “Let me look at you.” Lisa made a little pirouette, expertly, of course. “Oh my gosh, girl. . . you have grown like, a foot or something.” Mom smiled, and nodded, and looked at her watch.

“And look at you, you’re still in dance clothes!”

Lisa made a face. “I didn’t even have time to change.”

She looked anything but. Her golden blonde hair was held back with a purple headband, her fit dancer body sleek in leotards and skirt. I noticed her legs were bare. Such supple legs!

She noticed my look. “Yeah, I got to take my tights off in the car. I’m a sweaty mess. Whew!”

I really was impressed. “You are so not. You are a very pretty girl, Lisa.”

She blushed at my candor. Mom said, “Don’t give her a bigger head than she already has.” She smiled at Lisa. “She’s been dancing all day, and she won first prize!”

Lisa blushed even harder, and looked down. “Yeah.”

“Wow, that is awesome!” I hugged her, then kissed her forehead. She smiled.

“Yay, Lisa!!” Lily proclaimed form the top of the stairs.

“Hey, Lily!” Lisa loped toward the stairs. She held her arms out and Lily jumped. They both almost fell over, but I was there to back them up. It was funny: Lisa, with her sylph-like dancer’s form, was just a wee bit taller than Lily, even though Lily was (almost) two years older. And whereas Lily still had her little-girl, doll-like quality, Lisa had grown and lengthened, so that she really did have that classic long-necked, dancer’s bod.

“Okay, girls, I have to go,” Mom broke in, handing me Lisa’s case. “Tell Josette how thankful we are, she is such a dear –”

“I know, I will. Is that silk?” She wore an evening dress, casual, but still, spaghetti-strap, black with a shiny pink top.

“Oh please. Polyester, I think.”

“It fits you so well.”

She smiled. “Spandex.”

“Oh. Well, it does, though.”

“Thank you, hon.” She gave me a kiss. “And YOU are a dear for watching these two.”

‘These two’ had already run into the kitchen.

“And you do get to be with your sister for at least a little bit, right?” Mom opened the door. “And she definitely needs a shower before bed.”

“Gotcha. Have fun.”

She made a face. “Council meeting. How much fun? But thanks.” And she left.

I closed the door, and leaned against it. Laughs and giggles came from the direction of the kitchen. Those two. I shook my head. Night and day, I thought. Or, coffee and milk. Lily and Lisa. What was I going to do with them? Lily – well, I knew what I wanted to do there. For days and days. . .

STOP. Lisa had come for ME and she was my sister, for God’s sake. I loved her. Really. But we didn’t see much of each other, and hadn’t for years. Since she was three years old, she’d wanted to be a dancer, and at six, had started going away to a special school just for Dance.

I used to make fun of her in my How-Incredibly-Annoying-Can-I-Be-To-Everybody years (roughly, 13 to 17, and I can still turn it on in a pinch!) “Little Miss Tutu Cute!” “You walk like a Duck!” But she was always pretty amazingly serene for her age, and bore it all like a, well, like a professional dancer, I guess.

I was also, in those roguish days, pretty sex-driven. Like, all the time. Not that I was in and out of bed with everybody – at that time, I was fuzzy on which sex I wanted to go to bed with! I leaned towards girls, but felt very weird and alien for feeling that way, and so did my best to lean the other way towards Boys. Very exhausting.

My fantasy life was chock-full, however. I’d sometimes skip school and spend the entire day in bed with my own sex toys: my hands, my cunt, my ass, my mouth – and my ever-expanding fantasy life. And during these sex binges, lasting sometimes days, if I happened to run into Little Miss. . . well, I became a lot more friendly than usual, you could say.

Not that I went as far as I eventually did with Lily. That happened after Lisa had started going away to school. But what happened with Lily had been warmed to, prepared, let’s say, by the preliminary intimacies I enjoyed with Lisa back when she was maybe 4 or 5 years old. I know, I’m such a perv. Yum.

And I’ll tell you, I was such a BITCH most of the time to her back then, that when I wasn’t a bitch, even if I might instead seem kind of weird and creepy, I think she much preferred that to Lou-lou the Bitch. (That’s what she called me, Lou-lou. Not The Bitch part. She could’ve, though.)

Mostly I’d pet her and hold her and stuff. And she liked it. One time, I remember I was in the middle of some powerfully good fingerpainting, and Lisa, probably five years old, walked right in. Fortunately, I’d been under the covers, which I didn’t always do, so I just froze. But God, I was a lusty mess. And Lisa just wandered aimlessly about the room, asking five-year-old questions.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just. . . napping, kiddo.” I slowly started circling myself.

“Oh,” as she circled the bed. She wore what was to become her virtual uniform: a leotard. A little pink leotard, bunched at the butt. “What’s that?” Pointing at my Joan Jett poster.

“Joan Jett and The Blackhearts,” I breathed, an image of Joan staring at me and sticking her fingers in my twat flashed, and I had a mini-cum. Love having them.

I must have made a little noise. “What’s wrong?” Lisa was looking down at me. Her big blue eyes were concerned.

I touched my idle hand to her face. “Nothing, honey. I’m just a little hot.” Oh yes I am!

She put a cool palm to my sweaty forehead. “Maybe you have a fever.” She sniffed. “It smells like tunafish in here.”

I smiled. “Yeah, I just had a sandwich.” I picked her up and slung her onto me so that she lay full on my body, above the covers. She grinned. I never treated her nicely – this, apparently, was a pleasant surprise.

She lay, head on my breasts, and hummed. Her legs had splayed to surround my hips, and I rested my hands on her little bum. I patted. “You’re getting to have a big girl bottom, aren’t you?”

She pushed herself up on my breasts, and nodded seriously.”I have LOTS and LOTS of exercises, so all my muscles get strong and big.” She flexed her butt against my hand, and grinned. “See?”

I pressed both hands down on her butt, so that I felt her pelvic bone against my clit. Yes, I did. I ground her little body against my front. “Do that again,” I said. “Do it as many times as you can.” I arched my back slightly, increasing the contact. “How many times can you do that? Huh?”

Her little tongue stuck out with the effort. “I can do it a lot!” And she began, unknowingly, to meet my thrusts with her own.

“Whhoah, yes you can!” I breathed. “Let’s see if. . . if we can do it together! Okay??”

“‘Kay!” She really did have a wonderful flexibility, allowing her to really mold herself to my movements. “See??” Lisa was flushed. She liked this game!

Ohhhh, OH, my GOD, I’m coming, ohhhh. . . I’d been almost there when she came in, now. . . but I had to cover, somehow, didn’t want to scare her. Or have her tell Mom. . .

“Okay, okay, Lisa, Lisa. . . no, keep going, it’s okay, just. . . want to play, let’s pretend that. . . I’m the dragon, and you’re riding me. Yeah, I’m the monster, and you got me, you jumped on me, and now you’re riding me, OK?”

“Yeah!! Okay! I’m the hero!”

I was really holding back a flood – jets of creamy joy were shooting through me. . . “Yeah, you’re the. . . the hero, and, and, ohhhHH. . . and, now you pretend to kill me, okay? With your big sword!”

“But I’m a elf, I use bows and arrows –”

“YES, bowsnarrows, yes, kill me, Lees, kill me now!”

And she made a big deal of pulling at her big bow, and I kept up the ride, and I started dying already –

“I didn’t shoot you yet –”

“I know, shoot, god, shoot!”

“Okay, aaaaand. . . Fwwisssshhh! Shtnnng!!”

“Ohhhhh yessss, my GOD, OHHHhhhh, FUCK, omigodomigodomigod, aaaAAAAHHH!!”

And I pulled Lisa down to me and held her, and pressed against her and shook, and held. . .

“Now you’re dead?” She whispered in my ear.

“Yes. I am dead.”

She kissed my cheek and got off the bed. Solemnly, she patted my hand. “You were a good fighter, Dragon.” She went to the door, then turned. “But you said a bad word. . . and I am better!” And she was gone.

Wow.

Oh, I forgot to tell her not to tell Mom about The Dragon and. . . I yawned. Soon.

And fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Lily Robin, Chapter 3

  • Posted on February 17, 2017 at 3:35 pm

By Louisa May

I got up to go downstairs, but Lily held onto my arm like a terrier. I smiled down at her. “I am The Babysitter.” I peeled her arm off me. “I have to go and see your mother out the door. It’s what we do.” I kissed the top of her head, then jumped back to avoid her renewed clutches. I grinned at her triumphantly and she stuck her tongue out.

“Wait, I’m coming down!” I called, and swung out the door.

Mrs. Claire was adjusting her hair in the mirror by the front door. “There is quiche in the refrigerator, and some chicken,” as she fluffed. “Oh, and a coconut cream pie. Have it all, I would eat far too much of it.”

“We’ll be fine, Mrs. Claire.” I now stood before her at the door.

“Oh please, call me Josette.” And she turned to face me.

“Oh, you look beautiful!”

“It’s very sweet of you,” and turned to the mirror again.” She smoothed the side of her dress, and studied her image.

“No, really, I mean it. You are gorgeous.”

At that, she smiled briefly, in her harried way. “Are the earrings too much?” They were dangling, and pearl. All I could do was shake my head in awe.

I don’t usually gush, but this woman’s transformation was extraordinary. She wore a purple one- shoulder dress that was made of some amazingly diaphanous material. I saw what Lily meant about her mother’s fascination with silk. This wasn’t silk, but something that transcended even that lush fabric. It shimmered, at once opaque and translucent, covering and showing.

My astonishment seemed to unnerve her after a bit. She made a little side pose for me. “Is okay?”

I clapped, twice. “Okay, no. Amazing, magnificent, sexy as hell, yes, absolutely.”

Her eyebrows rose, and I thought maybe I’d overstepped myself. Then she blushed, and laughed. “Sexy as hell? Well, a world-famous athlete says an old lady is sexy as hell!” She chuckled, still coloring. It looked well under her dark amber flip. “I’m doing well!”

I laughed too, more in relief, and touched her arm. “Oh right, old lady! What are you, like, 34? 35?”

She lowered her head and looked at me from under a brow. “How about 43?”

“SHUT UP!”

It startled her somewhat, and she stared at me, unsure.

“No, it’s. . . I meant ‘No Way’, it’s just . . .” I grimaced.

“Shut? Up?” She seemed to like that. “Means ‘No Way’ ?” She looked in the mirror and pointed at herself. “Shut Up!” She smiled back at me, satisfied. “I am really bad, my English sometimes, eeuu. . .especially idioms. I remember when I first came here, I heard someone say, “don’t have a cow,” and I thought, oh mon dieu, whatever could they mean??”

We laughed. An image of what Lily had told me just a few moments before flashed, and I had to catch my breath. Mrs. Claire, or Josette, was quite a lot lovelier right now than I remembered, or even ten minutes before, when she’d greeted me in her robe. There was something of the Audrey Hepburn in her look, but more rounded, less severe, and warmer, more vulnerable.

We stood looking at each other for a short time. Then she reached out and ran a hand down my arm. “Thank you so, so much for watching Lily. It’s very important to her.” As she spoke, I heard little feet on the stairs. “And to me. To us. Thank you.” She patted my arm.

A little voice said, “Kiss her good-bye, Mama!”

Josette rolled her eyes at me, but blushed all the same.

Lily persisted, leaning over the balustrade. “Kiss her, kiss her!”

And with a resigned smile, Josette leaned in and kissed my cheek. Briefly, but softly. I smelled a very light perfume. Really lovely. In my ear, she whispered, “She has missed you very much. She pretends to not, but I know.”

“Me, too,” I murmured. I glanced up at Lily, who seemed very interested in this.

Josette opened the door. “As I said, maybe 2:00? Or 3? But you brought your, your necessaries? Your overnight things?”

“Yes, I did, it’s no problem.”

Josette looked up at Lily, who threw a kiss. Her mother caught it and pretended to put it in her little reticule. To me she said, “I don’t know how long we will last, really. A Progressif Dinner, what is that?? But, Jacques’ bosses, so it must be done!”

The telephone rang.

Josette threw up her hands. “There, you see? Always!” And she almost ran back to the kitchen to get it.

I looked up at Lily, leaning over the balustrade. “Guess what?”

“What?”

She turned around and yanked down her shorts to her thighs. Stage whisper: “That’s what!”

“No fair. . .” I looked from her toward the kitchen. I heard Mrs. Claire talking, but couldn’t get what she said. Her tone seemed very nice, loud, accommodating, assuring. . .

I motioned to Lily as her mother returned. “Well! THAT. . . was your mother!”

I inanely pointed to myself. “MY mother?”

She nodded, somewhat amused by the evening’s absurdities. “She was in a rush, unlike me, I suppose – and so she had no time to talk to you, but apparently — your sister Lisa is back from Camp –”

“But Lisa’s not supposed to be back until Thursday!”

“Yes, but your mother said they, er, “extended” for two weeks, which meant that she wouldn’t see you –”

“Oh, no!”

“Yes, BUT, let me finish, BUT. . . Lisa has a day free, so your father drove her down so she could be with you –”

I looked at Lily, whose face wore an almost comic frown of despair.

“And so. . . I said to bring her over, she can have sleepover with you both, yes?” And she grinned at what she perceived to be her own brilliance.

Lily and I both just stared at her, then at each other, then back at Mrs. Claire, who repeated, “Yes?” She looked at me, suddenly unsure. “It’s okay?”

I nodded, slowly, hopefully. I could almost hear Lily’s little motor-brain buzzing away. And she burst out, “Yes! We can play and play and play! Come ON, Lisa!”

Her mother nodded, decisive. “I told Lois to put Lisa’s things in a case, and to come over when she could. And now,” she grabbed her own bag and keys, “I must fly! Adieu!” And she was out the door.

Lily started running down the stairs, patter-patter-patter, and I put a hand out. “Wait!”

Patter-stop.

“Wait ’til the car starts and goes.” She stayed in freeze position, like a Bugs Bunny outline on a wall. I smiled and heard the car leave. Lily eyed me like a well-trained puppy, not moving, until I said, “Okay, good girl!” And I opened my arms. She jumped.

Into what fit so well, so perfectly, as she pressed herself, her hot little crotch, right into my midsection, right under my heart; wrapped her legs ’round my back and her arms around my neck, and kissed my neck, my jaw, my ears, all over. As she kiss-kiss-kiss-kissed me, she made little mewling noises. I drank her in, smelling her heat, and fondling her busy little bottom.

Suddenly, she stopped and grabbed my face. Her face was red, and she stared into me with those big beautiful eyes. “Ohh, I want to be naked with you!” She said it almost angrily. “Kiss me like you did when I was telling you about Mommy.” And, still holding my face, she pressed her soft lips to mine, and allowed my tongue to open her up. I ran my tongue along her perfect little teeth, and felt her own small tongue respond.

She quickly broke away, leaning back. “Oh, I like this kissing!” And she dove back in, opening to my questing tongue. I felt her hips move, gyrating against me.

It felt like hours. But it wasn’t, and this time it was me breaking off. That lovely little rope of spit between us. Lily grinned, and tried to follow it back into my mouth like a strand of spaghetti.

“Wait.”

Pout. “Whaaat?”

I patted her butt. “We don’t know how long we have. Right?”

Pouting. “Right. . .” She idly poked my breast. She smiled. “Like a sponge.”

I gave her bottom cheeks a hard squeeze. “Listen, Missy Square Pants, we have to figure out what we’re going to do.”

“Squeeze my bottom again.”

“Lily!”

“I know, I know!!” She sighed dramatically and fell backwards in her double-jointed way, then popped back. “I know. “Cause I don’t really know Lisa that well. ‘Cause she’s always away at school. . .”

“And I hardly ever see her either, and she’s my sister –”

“Even though you’re like, fifty years older than her.”

“Ten.” I touched a finger to her nose. “I’m ten years older.” I carried her to the couch in the living room. “Hop down, hopalong.”

“Can I lie on your lap? Please?”

“We have to figure out –”

“I know, I know, I will! Please?? I won’t . . . I’ll be good.”

I patted my thigh. “Okay. Knock yourself out.”

She grinned, then stretched her small form across my lap, her bottom right at hand. She hummed innocently. “Just pet me like I’m your kitty, my bottom is your little kitty. ‘Kay?”

“Okay.” I idly patted her bum, which rose slightly to meet me. That polar fleece, so soft. . .  but Lisa might be here any minute, what to do. . . “And you, little girl, aren’t that much older than her, you know.”

“Ha! I am twelve, she is eight.” Her butt tightened with indignation. “I am a girl, she is a baby.”

I chuckled. “You are eleven –”

“Twelve next month –”

“And Lisa is nine.” I massaged Lily’s bottom thoughtfully. “But you’re right, I haven’t seen her since she was eight, God, last summer.”

Lily murmured into the cushion, “That’s when I saw her too.” She glanced back, and added pointedly, “when I was eleven, then, too.” Then she wriggled off my lap to kneel next to me. “But, I want to play with you,” she said in a very little-girl voice. She stroked my thigh, then leaned her head against my shoulder. “I want to so, so much,” and her voice got even smaller.

I tipped her face up, and saw that her eyes had welled up. I kissed her on the lips softly. “I know, honey.”

“I’ve wanted to play with you for so, so long, and here you are, but now. . .” She breathed a big-girl sigh.

“Lisa will probably be really tired. Maybe she’ll just go to sleep.”

“But she left her Camp just to see you.” She nuzzled my neck. “I’D leave my camp just to see you.” She kissed my neck, then muttered, “even though I never WENT to a stupid camp. . .”

I stroked her hair. “Well. . . we’ll just play it by ear, and maybe we can get some time by ourselves later tonight. . .”

Lily lat back on the couch and let her hair be stroked. “Yeah, just in time for Mommy and Daddy to come home. And Daddy will be drunk. . .”

“Hey.” I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder.

“Hey!”

I headed to the stairs.”We’re alone NOW. At least I can see if you’re a LITTLE clean. Right?” We had gotten to her room. I tossed her on the bed.

“RIGHT!” She was flushed and laughing. Immediately she stood on the bed and peeled off her shorts and blouse, and stood naked but for socks. She was grinning.

“Better get into clean check position! We don’t have much time!”

With a squeal, she jumped down onto her knees, like on a trampoline, and thrust her bare bottom up for my perusal. She was giggling. I glanced towards her bedroom door, which was open, in case of doorbell sounds. This was CRAZY! But Oh, so delicious.

“Make sure I’m clean!” Lily was holding her bottom open for me. As before — those years before – her little anus was pink and delicate-looking. But now it also had grown a dark little ring around it, with just the tiniest of little bumps in it. And the anus itself seemed more muscular, somehow.

And also, rather than the dewy sheen of a recent bath, there was a musky wetness, of sweat, and excitement–

“Look, remember?? My bottom wants to kiss you again!” And indeed, stirringly, Lily was making her little asshole open and close, expand and contract. . .

PFFFt!

“I pooted!” Lily laughed, a belly-laugh in her position. Which produced another PprrRRP! I watched the fart erupt from her, her anus dilating widely with the gas release. Oh my little angel!

“Well, how can I resist that?” And I opened my mouth and pressed into Lily’s asshole, kissing, licking, smelling, tasting. . .I felt the muscle resist at first, spasming as she giggled wildly, then relaxing more and opening to my tongue. Her little voice in the bedcovers started cooing “oh!”, in various tones.

I remembered our situation, and stopped. A tiny interrogatory sound from the bed. I turned Lily over, and she smiled at the memory. “Make me clean inside!” she whispered, and pulled her knees wide open, socks still on.

I looked down at Lily, my beautiful little lover. She looked at me smiling, trusting, her legs spread wide, her bare little crack glistening. God, she smelled so good – such a strong smell of Lily’s lust – of little-girl musk, of salt, pee, spice – Lily.

“Mmm, I want you to taste yourself in me. . Scooch over,” and I brought one of her legs down so I could lie by her side. The other leg was still out, knee bent and wide. Now I lay with her face inches away. I smoothed my hand over her lithe tummy, and just looked down at her. Such beauty.

She stared back at me, her lips slightly parted. A blush had suffused her whole upper body, from ears to belly. Her smooth skin felt so hot under my hand. I kissed her lips.

My hand ran down her belly, down her upper thigh, and back to her swollen pussy lips.

She watched my hand, then looked up at me again. “I love you, Louisa.”

“I love you, too, Lily.” I caressed her slick little vulva. “Let’s kiss, okay?”

She nodded happily, and her arms went around my neck as I leaned down and we began to kiss deeply. At the same time, my fingers began frigging her hot little twat, sliding around and around, her lips between my fingers, her clit rubbed and rubbed – my fingers sliding in, in, almost too deep. . . then out, around, around. All the while, we kissed and kissed, she squeaked and moaned and murmured and fluttered. . .

And soon her moans and murmurings became more urgent, and her hips rose and shook. Her little legs were almost split backwards on themselves, they were so open, and every so often, a finger would sink into her pulsing asshole, and she would pant into my mouth.

And then it was like she was absolutely astonished at the pleasure she was feeling – that it was almost too too much for her, and she began to cry at the same time she came – weeping, shaking, making little girl noises, and holding onto me tight, tight, tight as I masturbated her.

We lay in each others’ arms for quite a few minutes, just breathing. Then Lily rose onto her elbows beside me. “Now I want to see you naked.”

That’s when the doorbell rang.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Lily Robin, Chapter 2

  • Posted on February 14, 2017 at 4:16 pm

By Louisa May

That was four years ago. The most erotic thing that ever happened to me. By far. For a few months afterward, I worried that They Knew: she had told her parents, and it was just a matter of time before I was sent off to some correctional facility and a ruined life. But nothing happened, things seemed to rush by for me, and before I knew it I was living at college in a town far, far away.

I did see Lily a few times in those four years, always with other people around. Communal gatherings like a neighborhood Christmas Eve party, or watching fireworks at 4th of July. She did come to me then, two or three years ago, and raised her arms to be picked up.

I was aware of the Claires (her parents), and my family, and I said, “Pick you up? You’re nine, Lily!”

“Eight!”

“Almost nine.” Her mother just rolled her eyes as Lily persisted. So I picked her up. She was still light as a feather.

“Let’s go over there!” She cried, and pointed to a vacant section of seawall. I groaned loudly, “Oh-Kay!” and her parents laughed. Her father called out “Good luck!” to me.

As we walked to the seawall, Lily planted kisses all over my head. “I miss you.” *smooch* “I miss you.” *smooch* – etc.

I murmured, “I miss you too, sweetheart. But I’ve been way too busy.”

“I know. . . .” I enjoyed her breath in my ear. “But how can I know if I’m clean after my bath?” She leaned away to look at me impishly, and actually thrust her hips into my belly.

Wooosh! I felt myself go all soft down there. “Oh my God, you are such a sexy little girl, how can you be so sexy?” I spoke in low tones and glanced around to make sure no one was seeing us.

She made a little innocent moue, and sighed theatrically. “I don’t know, I guess that’s just the kind of little girl I am.” She pressed her nose briefly to mine. “Hold me up underneath so you can squeeze my bottom.”

My arms were wrapped around her back, so I slid my hands down. She wore a little pink pastel summer jumper which hung down long enough to hide my hands as they felt the panties underneath. “Hey,” she whispered, “guess what underpants I have on.”

I felt her soft little butt squirm to my touch, trying to open up to me. The cloth was smooth and worn. “Hmm. . .” My fingers explored her hot crack and mushy middle parts. “Are they. . . purple?”

She nodded against my face and whispered, “feel my bagina and stuff. . .”

But then a neighborhood friend came along, and we had to behave.

And now, almost two years after that little episode, I’d arrived home for my summer break (I was off to Europe in a week), and gotten a call from Lily’s mother. Yes, she said, she realized Lily was twelve, well, twelve next month, and should be fine by herself, but she and her husband were going to be out until the wee hours, and Lois (my mother) had mentioned my being home from college – and well, would I mind babysitting, well not BABYsitting exactly, but just being here, just sitting in, you know – oh, that would be wonderful, thank you so much”. . . et cetera, et cetera.

Was my Lily still the same? Had impending teenage-hood made her more proper, less. . . wild? She was a looker as a child, so she must be a knockout by now; of course she’d have a zillion friends, and the kind of experience I’d had the pleasure to share with her those years ago was just not done in the right slumber party circles!

It made me a little sad, thinking that my lewd little Lily would very likely have grown out of that mad, feral stage of her life. She’d probably want to stay up in her room IM’ing all her friends, maybe watch Dancing with the Stars. . .

I was thinking all this as I dressed to go over there. And I had to admit to myself, with a surprised little giggle – I was actually nervous. Here I was, choosing what I’d wear like I was going on a freaking date! “Oh, come on!” I muttered to my image in the mirror. “She’s eleven, for God’s sake. And she won’t even know you’re there.”

I settled on a purple little Gap t-shirt (I loved its softness) with a low, ruffled neckline. And my old Lucky jeans, (in which my butt looks fabulous, I have to say). And a little surprise – in case she did happen to notice I was there.

I checked myself out. I was pretty, there was no doubt about that. In a dark way. A tad masculine, yes – I was, after all, on a volleyball scholarship – but all-in-all, pretty darn presentable. Sexy, even. And all for a twelve-year-old girl. I shook my head and pointed at myself. “You are bad.” I sighed. And dumb. . . Okay, let’s get this over with. Thick dark hair up in a scrunchie, and I’m out the door.

My doubts gained traction when Lily’s Mom, in curlers and a shiny, kimono-type robe, opened the door and told me her daughter was upstairs on her computer. It’s going to be a long night, I thought.

Mrs. Claire went on, “I’m supposed to meet Jacques at his Club, and obviously I am not ready, I am so sorry.” Jacques was Mr. Claire.

Mrs. Claire seemed pretty frazzled, in her half-made-up state; apologetic and annoyed at the same time. “He was supposed to pick me up here since one half-hour,” she hurried on. Her English faltered some when she was flustered. “But then he must work, so I must drive, and then the telephone rings, and everyone calling just now. Of course! Oh, la. . .”

She tucked a loose strand of dark amber hair behind her ear, and turned to head back to the master bedroom at the back of the spacious first floor. I was admiring her busy backside (was she naked under that robe?), when she turned quickly, surprising me.

“Oh, Lily said to tell you to go up. She’s doing her English homework, you could probably help, I don’t know, but. . .” She waved a hand in the direction of upstairs, smiled briefly, a gorgeous, quick smile, and turned again to get ready.

Well, at least I’d been. . . summoned. I went upstairs to play the tutor.

Her door was open. It had a True Blood poster on it, of a beautiful vampire lady licking her bloody lips. The poster was surrounded by red and purple hearts of all shapes and sizes.

Maybe she hadn’t changed much after all.

Lily herself was lying diagonally on her lushly appointed, queen-sized bed (nice to be the only child), propped on her elbows, reading a book. Her position clockwise on the bed was, say, 10:20, head towards the door. Her hair seemed even more luxurious than when I’d seen her last; a casual half tie-back that allowed the dark, lazy strands in front to caress her thin neck. The peasant blouse was different, but similar, looser at the top. And her shorts. . .

These were all the impressions of a moment, when I first saw her. Then she turned her head and saw me. Her expression barely changed – a slight smile, perhaps. She crooked a tiny finger and motioned me towards her. I complied, then sat on the edge of the bed when she patted it. Her smile widened slightly. Her lips had grown, too – they seemed to quiver with mischief.

She crooked her finger again, so I leaned in to her. She stage-whispered into my ear, “Yay! You’re finally here!” And she grinned.

I smiled at her, so relieved that she was still the Lily I knew, the crazy little randy boozer Lily! In fact, I was surprised at how relieved I felt. It was as if I’d found something I had desperately hoped not to lose. “I’m glad, too,” I murmured.

She took my left hand and held it against her smooth face. My palm cupped her cheek. She used me as a headrest, and I stroked her luscious hair. She hummed with pleasure.

Then, with a familiar suddenness, her head came up. “Mommy’s not ready yet, right?” I shook my head. She fell back into my palm, and mused. “We can’t really play ’til she’s gone,” stealing a peek at me, (I did feel the blood rush to my head), “but we can just, you know, talk and stuff.”

Like a cat, she snuggled against my palm. My right hand still idly stroked her hair. “What do you want to talk about, sweetie?” She smelled of talc, and shampoo, and a very faint hint of her own musk. God, I did remember that smell. . .

“Umm. . .” as she snuggled into my large, capable palm, “we can talk about. . . how much I missed you. . .”

“And I missed you, too. . .”

“And. . . you can give me a backrub. . .” She wiggled her bottom on the bed.

I looked down at those pink and white-striped little polar fleece shorts, and thought, what a wonderful idea! “Okay. . .” My hand stroked long, down her hair, her delicate back, the small of the back, circled, and back up.

Her bottom rose in protest. “Alll my back. . .”

Yep, still my Lily. Listening for any downstairs noise – none – I stroked downwards again, and this time let my hand run over the velvety shorts, lightly circling. I felt Lily squeeze her cheeks together, an affirmation.

“Mmm, like that. . .” She enjoyed my ministrations, and rubbed her nose against my hand. “I really did miss you, you know.” She swiveled her head to look at me. “I mean, really. ‘Cause, I don’t know, I just. . ,” she very lightly bit my hand, “grrr, I just wanted to play, but I couldn’t find anybody to play with. Like that. You know?”

I nodded, and ran my hand down the back of her smooth thigh. With some trepidation (one should be absolutely sure in such matters!), I ran it back up, lightly, slowly. “Like this?”

“More like. . .” and her thighs opened for me. My hand veered slightly, and slid along her inner thigh until my fingers touched her warm, velvet-clad softness. She sighed, “. . .like that, mm-hmm.” Her butt came up and gyrated slowly, and her thighs shifted further apart. I felt her squishy little lips underneath the cloth, and pressed my fingers inwards. She squeezed her cheeks. “Mmmm, I missed you!” she whispered.

“Lily??” Her mother’s voice from downstairs startled us both.

Lily kept her butt cheeks squeezed around my hand like a vice, and gave me a sly look. “Yes, Mama?” she called back.

“I’m going soon, but did you eat already? Or should I have something ready for you now before I go?”

Lily held my other hand and kissed it. “No, it’s OK, Mama, I can get something.”

“You are sure?”

Lily rolled her eyes (very like I remember her mother doing about her at one time!) “Yes, oui, I am sure, go, have a good time, you’re going to be late, Mama!”

“I know, I know, okay, yes. . .” Mrs. Claire’s voice, flustered, faded as she went back to her room, apparently. Every so often we would hear her footsteps below.

My hand lay trapped between Lily’s thighs. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, ohh, her shampoo! “We should take it easy here, at least –

“I know, I know, just. . .” she released the trapped hand, which stayed where it was, cupping her from behind. “Just stay right there, that’s all. Okay?”

I smiled. “Okay.”

She brought her thighs together to surround my hand comfortably, then wiggled her bottom. “Mmm, exactly where I want you. . .” She smiled impishly. “Now I can tell you a secret. Want to hear my secret?”

“Do I like breathing? Of course I want to hear, silly.”

She kissed my palm again, then let that hand go. “I want you to lie next to me so I can whisper to you, but. . .”

I made a face. “Probably not a good idea. Yet.” Which made her smile.

“Yeah. . .” she sighed. “Well. . . when Mama told me you were home, I was so excited, but I was kind of scared, too, ’cause. . ,” I stroked her hair, “’cause, you know, you were a big college lady now, and I was just this little kid, and – ”

I leaned down and kissed her briefly but fully on the lips. “I was nervous, too, honey. I thought you wouldn’t think it was cool to be with me anymore.”

She stared at me, her beautiful eyes wide; then she started to giggle. She took my hand again and kissed the palm, kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss, then hugged it to her neck. Which brought my face closer to hers. “I always think you’re cool. You’re the coolest I know. By far. Ever.” And she kissed me on the lips, also briefly, clumsily, then leaned back and looked at me with an expression that read: was that OK? We had, thus far, never kissed, until now. I could not wait for Mama to leave.

I kissed her again, a tiny bit less briefly, then kissed her button nose. “And you are the coolest, most beautiful, sexiest girl I have ever known. By far. Ever. Too.” She looked ready to pounce, to go for it, and I had to put on the brakes. Mature restraint! “Not yet!” I laid a hand on her head, a blessing of patience. I fluttered the fingers of my other, enclosed hand.

“Rrrrr!” She squeezed her butt, then let go.

I gently removed my hand from between her cheeks and patted her bottom. “Tell me your secret.”

Immediately she was mollified. “Okay. Mama told me you were coming, that was. . . like, a month ago or something. And it was like a hundred years, to me, I was so excited, I was so excited, and, and I didn’t know what to do, I was just. . .”

“So excited?”

She blushed, and stuck out her tongue. “Yes. So there. But I was. But I couldn’t let anybody know, ’cause I wanted it to be a secret – ”

“How excited you were?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes! ‘Cause then they would treat me like a stupid little kid, ‘oh how cute that Lily is so excited about Louisa coming home, that’s so cute’ –”

“Well, it is –”

“Tst!” She put a finger to my lips, then kissed me quickly. A quick blush. “And then they would tell you, and you would think ‘oh, that stupid little kid is going to be all over me, what a pain in my butt–”

I squeezed a cheek. “Your pretty little butt. . .”

“Tst!” She put a tiny finger again to her lips. “No, you. Your pretty little butt!”

“Not so little. . . I know, Tst!”

She already had a cute finger up again. “Do you want to hear my secret or not?”

I bit my lip. “I do, I’m sorry. Go on. I’ll be quiet.” And I did the zipper across my lips.

Her lips quivered. “Okay then. You are forgiven.”

“Thank you.”

“Tst!” She grinned. “Now squeeze my bottom, please.” I did so, pushing some of the soft fabric into her crack. “Mm, good. Now, just pet me, and be quiet. Okay?”

I nodded. Didn’t want another Tst.

“Okay. . . so. . . hmm. . . oh, yes, I told you how I was looking and looking for somebody to play with like you, but nobody. . .” Her butt was swaying with my petting. “Pet me in the middle.” Her legs parted again, and I ran the edge of my hand down her crack. “Mm, that’s nice. Keep doing that. .”

“But one night I was so so SO excited, I wanted to play, and I was just, you know, rubbing and rubbing myself in my room, but I still wanted more, I wanted, ohhh. . .” She lifted her butt off the bed as I pressed my hand against her, kneading, rubbing. “You know what I mean, right?”

I nodded. GOD, I knew her need!

“So I got out of bed and I just walked around the house naked, I didn’t know what to do. And my Mommy’s door was open, but the light was off. Daddy was on a business trip, and Mommy was asleep. And I just stood there and looked at her sleeping. It wasn’t really very dark, ’cause Mommy always sleeps with a night light. Like me! And she was snoring, too. Not like Daddy, but like a lady-snore, like, “kh -kh – kh” and she did her mother snoring, a cute little snorer. I was very lightly stroking her from tailbone to labia and back. Very lightly. . .

“And Mommy never wakes up for anything . Once there was a fire in the kitchen and our housekeeper couldn’t wake her up at all, she thought she was dead, but it wasn’t a bad fire, so later–”

“So what did you do?”

“Oh, I was at school, no, the–”

I pressed my hand to her puss, and her mouth opened. “What did you do that night?”

Lily bit her lower lip. “Yeah. . .” she raised her head. “Is Mommy still here?”

I nodded. “She hasn’t gone yet, I still hear her.”

She sighed, and dropped her head back. My other hand stroked her forehead. She looked at me and murmured, “I want to be naked with you now.”

I took a deep breath. “Soon, baby. Just tell me the secret.”

She held my gaze. “Well, I was just standing there looking at my Mommy sleeping, and I was rubbing my. . . my vagina.” She blushed. “And then I just wanted to see my Mommy naked. I had to see her bottom. And I got really excited, ’cause I knew she probly, probly wouldn’t wake up, so I could go into her room and take off her blanket and see her bottom and stuff.”

“Your mother is very pretty.”

Lily nodded. “But she never ever lets anyone see her naked, or even just a little naked. Like she even locks the bathroom door when she takes a bath, and I have to wait til she gets dressed to see her– and she always closes my door when I have to undress – and she even knocks to make sure I finished!”

“Well, she has the most beautiful daughter on earth, so she couldn’t be too bad-looking.” I thought of Mrs. Claire heading to her room in her glossy robe, probably the most unclothed she’s been in front of anyone, of necessity. I thought of those trim hips, that rounded feminine bottom rolling as she walked briskly to her room. . . I quickly leaned over her and nipped Lily’s bottom.

“Oww!”

“Sorry, sorry,” I crooned softly. “I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry.” She rubbed the ‘wound’. “Oh stop, I only gummed you, come one.”

She grinned. “Do it again.”

“No, I’m sorry, I should wait, it’s my fault.” I looked at the door, then turned back, and began petting the injured area. “Come on, tell.”

“Well. . . I wanted to see her! So I came into the room, and she was sleeping on her tummy, and her hair was kind of fuzzy around her face, and her arms were up like this,” she put her arms up so that her hands lay above her head on the bed. “And she had a blanket, like, silk, it was really light. And I just . . . took it on the side of it, and I carefully. . . pulled it over her, and pfft, it was off!”

I had to swallow my passion down. I was feeling almost dizzy here – here I was, feeling up the pretty butt of my sexy little eleven-year-old girlfriend while she told me about stripping her pretty, sleeping Mom. A dream? If so, please God let me sleep. . . I cleared my throat. “What was she wearing?”

“Oh, Mommy always has silk everything, silk pajamas, and silk blouses, and definitely kind of silk panty-shorts, ’cause that’s what she was wearing! So. . . I really couldn’t believe I was going to do it! But. . . I got a hold of the top of her shorts. They were so pretty, with kind of little bows on the . . . here,” and she touched the hem of her own shorts, then continued demonstrating on herself.

“So I took hold,” as she held her own waistband, elbows back, “and really really slowly, and quiet. . . I pullllled them down,” which she began to do, the action revealing that she had nothing on under the shorts. Just. . . Lily. Lily’s crack, her pale cheeks. . .

I put a hand on hers. She stopped. We heard high heels on parquet below.

Lily sighed. Her hands dropped to her sides as I pulled the shorts back up to cover her half- bare-assed-ness. She murmured into her covers, “I’m all tingly down there. . .”

“Me too, honey, me too.” I patted her bottom. “Did you take off your Mom’s panties all the way?”

She smiled, and nodded. Then she looked at me and her eyes grew large. “And her bottom was so beautiful! It was big, and so smooth, and each side was like,” and she opened her small hands as if to read a big crystal ball. “Like a beautiful round ball.” She placed the hands on the bed in front of her. “And so warm!” She looked at me with wonder. “I put my hands right on her bottom, and it was so warm, and soft, and smushy.” She squeezed the covers with her splayed hands. “So smushy and nice. . . and when I got in really close to smell, it was like, it smelled like Mommy but like, secret Mommy, that she never let me see.”

I listened, rapt, and continued to fondle her own little bottom. Lily was deep into her memory now.

“And that was so cool, I just wanted to eat her up, I wanted to wake her up and play, like we did.” She kissed my arm. “I wanted to do stuff with her. . . so I smelled and smelled almost so I could get enough of her to always have her smell. . . and then when I squeezed her bottom apart – it was even more smelly, and better, and, and. . . ohhh, just, Mommy.”

She looked at me, a hunger in her eyes. “I want to. . . can you rub me?” I did, my fingers circling her soft, hot pussy over the shorts. Her hips moved. “Mmph. . .” she whined softly.

“Tell me what happened, my darling.” And I kissed her, longer this time, and with languor. I didn’t know how we’d last much longer.

“Keep doing that. . . good. . . ummm, then. . . then, I was smelling Mommy inside her, it felt like, ’cause I opened her bottom up way wide, and her little sideways mustaches on the sides of her hole, and her hole was all kind of pink and crinkly – and then under there, was her vagina, and it was so neat. Kind of puffy, and shiny, and I put my finger in a little and it was so gushy and slimy. And then I had to smell her there too. And then I had to taste her. . . Oooh. . .”

I kissed her again, this time sliding my tongue along her soft, willing lips. My fingers were really digging at her pulsating pussy. And she was wriggling against me.

I breathed into her mouth, “You tasted your Mommy. . .?”

She breathed back, “Mmm-hhmmm. . .” we broke apart, and swallowed. “Yes, I just. . . pushed her legs more apart, and just went in, like you did, with me.” She smiled shyly. “I wanted to taste her, and I wanted to make her feel like I felt, too.” She traced her finger along my arm, sprouting goosebumps on me. “Maybe she did, in her dreams.”

“I’m going, you two!” Wow, talk about a wake-up call.

“Okay, Mama, have a good time!” Lily’s grip on my arm was iron.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Lily Robin, Chapter 1

  • Posted on February 10, 2017 at 2:36 pm

By Louisa May

The last time I babysat for Lily was, God, four years ago? A lifetime. I was a sophomore in college now, 19 years old — back then I’d been a crazy little 15-year-old party girl, SO bummed that I had to babysit for the neighbor’s 7-year-old brat Lily — on a Friday night, no less. I remember how absolutely furious I’d been when my mother insisted I do this for our new neighbors. She’d actually used the word “neighborly”. I wanted to smack her.

I had slouched into their house in the denim skirt my mother made me wear (but I did have on my purple Bangles t-shirt), muttered a few OK’s to the mother’s instructions, and sullenly plopped down in front of the TV. Screw their little precious, I thought. I am staying right here until they get back. At least SOMEbody’s getting out on a Friday night!

And their little girl definitely sensed my resentment, plopping down silently beside me. When I glanced over at her, she even shrugged, her expression seeming to say, “I know, sorry, it really wasn’t my idea. . .”

I looked back at the TV. She wasn’t going to win me over that easily. Although, my gosh. . . I turned again. Yep, she was absolutely adorable. Wow. Even in spite of myself, I stared for a moment. Gorgeous. Long, dark brown hair sort of brushed back on the side. . .a wide mouth, thickish lips, the upper more so. . . huge eyes that were set pretty far apart, with a kind of golden hazel brown. . .and her skin had a curiously dusky tint, a mixture of dark and light, kind of a tan with a blush underneath. She had on a pretty little embroidered blouse and loose pink shorts. I say loose because I remember, in that first look at her, noticing how thin her legs seemed inside them, and how her smooth thighs just seemed to keep going, disappearing into the wide openings.

Her expression was what got me. Now it said, “Yes, I am beautiful. I’m glad you like what you see.” A small smile. Then she bit her lower lip. “Want to do something fun?”

“What?” I sounded like a troll next to her.

She held a finger to her lips and scooted into the other room. Maybe this won’t be TOO awful, I thought.

I heard a cabinet open and close, and some clinking. She came back in with a big sly grin — yes, adorable — and a bottle of wine! With two glasses!! She put the glasses on the coffee table.

“Oh my God, girl. . .” I couldn’t help smiling myself.

“Where. . .?” I took the proffered bottle from her. Riesling. Whatever that meant. I opened it and smelled. Hmm, sweetish. Wait. . . “Honey, we can’t be drinking your parent’s wine. We would get so busted, and I would be SO dead.” I handed it back to her.

She put on the Face. If I thought Adorable before, well. . . a little pouty lip, even bigger eyes. . . and her little-girl voice: “Just a tiny bit? Of sips? Pleeeease?”

Well, as The Party Girl of my circle, this was a girl after my own heart. Of course, it WAS my responsibility to be the grown-up, the one who lays down the rules for the absent parents — in short, The BABY-sitter. . .

“Alright. But just a little.”

Her arms went up. “Yaaay!!” She did a little bump and grind. “My new babysitter is so cool, oh yeah — uh – huhh!”

I couldn’t believe, there I was, opening and pouring. “Yeah, so cool. . .’til I get grounded for life when you tell everybody how cool I am. . .”

Immediately, she was hugging my waist. “I would never, never tell!” She hugged hard. Passionate little thing. “Never!! Cross my heart and hope to die!” She did the crossing-heart stuff.

“Okay, okay. . . here.” We both sipped.

The sips became shots, and soon we were both very, very happy. And Lily was a very touchy kind of girl anyway, so with a little booze, she was all over me.

It was strange. I mean, yes, she was adorable, gorgeous, all that — but she was SEVEN. And I, as an athletic (volleyball), partying high-schooler, had not yet determined what I liked in the boy/girl way. I mean, some boys, I thought, were cute; but then, so were some girls.

Thus, Lily was a puzzle to me, on many levels. So when she would giggle at something I said, and throw her arms around my neck and kiss my cheeks, I felt. . . weird. Well — aroused, let’s be straight. And the discomfort I felt at the fact that she was seven years old was more than offset by that arousal.

And being that I was 5’8″, 130 lbs and she was like 4’0″ and 60 lbs — she took to climbing all over, around, and, it seemed, through me. She loved me to carry her, front-wise, and she would wrap her legs around my waist and lean way back. Then she’d pop back, and kiss whatever part of my body came to her — arms, neck, breasts. . .all the while grinding her hips, like she was trying to sink right into me.

On one of these rough occasions, she stopped cold, eyes wide.

“What?” I thought maybe she’d heard her parents come. Breath Mints? Toothpaste??

“You have to give me a bath!” She thrust herself against my belly. “Give! Me! A Bath!”

“Ohh, right.” That had been part of the instructions.

“Carry me upstairs and Give Me a Bath!” Thrust, thrust, thrust! Her eyes were almost primal — wide and direct. I obeyed.

As I ran the bath, Lily very industriously stripped. Only seven, and her little body was already showing just the inklings of a killer sexuality: Rose-infused skin-tone; dark aureoles around her immature nipples; and the beginnings of fullness in her pert butt.

Her tongue stuck out a bit as she pulled down her shorts and unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She sat on the floor to take her shoes and socks off, placing them neatly by the bathtub.

As I knelt by the tub, checking temperature, she stood by me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her. She smiled at me, a look of such warmth, such gleeful anticipation of pleasure, that I felt a jet of warmth myself, down there.

“Pretty panties,” I offered, and they were, purple, with little pink and white hearts.

She turned, modelling. “And see? A BIG heart.” And there it was, centered on her bottom. Sssh, I thought. None of that. All innocent hedonism here.

The bath was ready. “Okay, all set. Get naked.”

She peeled down the panties and stepped out of them. A very pronounced little pudendum. The panties lay, crinkled purple, on the floor, as she used me for support and eased into the bath.

I did get to know every inch of her body, as Lily insisted I wash her thoroughly. “All, all over!” She especially liked to stand in the tub and hug my neck while I used a washcloth to wash between her legs. She would hum and breathe in my ear, (“make sure it’s all clean!”) and virtually hump the washcloth, until I felt I couldn’t do more without. . . well, without feeling like I was plainly masturbating her. Boy, she was a sensual little thing.

My denim skirt and t-shirt were soaked. Lily wanted me to just get in the bath with her, and I demurred. Not a good sight, I thought, for the parents to come home to. Even though they weren’t due for a few hours yet. . .

I retrieved a towel from the linen closet down the hall, and when I came back in, Lily was standing, shining-bare naked, studying her little puss. “See how red it is??” She opened her legs and stretched the lips, and looked up at me. “My bagina?” She looked down again, and ran her palm solidly down and back against her red lips. “It gets red when I rub it.” She rubbed, back and forth, then looked up again, rubbing. “I like to rub it.” She made a face, teeth bared, grinning. “Do you like to rub yours too?”

Hmm. . . I nodded. “Yeah. . .”

“Me too. . .” She idly rubbed, then stopped. “Can I see your bagina?”

A whole bunch of responses: “I don’t think that’s a good idea”; “grown-ups don’t do that”; “No” — came and went. What I did say was:

“You absolutely can NEVER tell ANYone, right??”

She nodded vigorously.

I lifted my sodden skirt and peeled down my even sodden-er panties. I wasn’t a shaver.

“Woww. . .” Lily was rapt. “It’s so furry. . .” She came forward and reached out her hand. Lightly, she petted my pubes like I was a goat or something. A very special, favorite goat, but a goat. She looked up at me and grinned. “Now. . .” and she grabbed the towel from me, “you have to make sure that I’m CLEAN!” And she ran out of the bathroom.

Now what? My knees were a bit weak. I peeled the panties off, what the hell, and went downstairs and put them in a wet wad in my purse.

Upstairs, a voice: “I’m ready!” Somewhat muffled.

Back upstairs. I went to her room. Lily had wrapped the towel around her and hopped up on her bed. Now she was on all fours facing the wall, perpendicular to the bed. She put her head down, towel-covered butt up.

“What are you doing, crazy girl?”

“You have to check and make sure I’m Clean. All over!”

I came to her bed and stood looking down at her towel-clad little bottom. “All over?”

She giggled. “Yep!” She shook her butt. “Specially in places that might be dirty!”

“Uh-huhh. . .” The air on my own pussy, bare now beneath my skirt, was making me wet.I sat by her feet on the bed. I lightly tickled the soles.

She giggled. “You have to smell, too.”

“Smell?”

Her butt swayed. “Uh-huh. To make sure it’s clean.”

I leaned down and sniffed her delicate feet. They shrank from my nose. “Smells good to me.”

“All over.”

I was feeling light-headed now, but also quite daring. Well, if it was going to stop now, let me find out. “Okay, well, I’m going to have to check under here, too, I think.” I touched the edge of the towel at her thighs.

Her voice was a bit smaller, but gleeful. “Yep, prob’ly should.”

My breath caught as I lifted the edge of the plush green towel up, up, her thin white thighs widening, revealing Lily’s bare and open little bottom. It was still quite humid and rosy from the bath, and her stance was wide. I draped the towel over her upper back.

Gently, I placed both my hands on her small cheeks. “Well. . it LOOKS pretty clean. . .” And it did, the pink little anus in the middle, dew-dropped. And the bare, rosy crack below. Rubbed nice and rosy. . Lily arched her back and pushed her butt out even more. “You should prob’ly smell it, too, right?”

My hands were getting a bit shaky. I spread the soft small cheeks slightly and leaned in. I sniffed. Soap, salt, a hint of the animal, a kind of earthy, spice smell – the smell of little Lily’s excitement. Oh, I just wanted to eat her up right then. “Mm, kind of clean. . .” I murmured. “Can’t really tell. . .”

Muffled small voice from the covers: “If you kissed it, then you could tell. Right?”

“Hm, that’s true, let me see. . .” My face felt hot. My face was actually two inches away from this pretty seven-year-old girl’s butt hole – and I was about to kiss that butt hole. I swallowed.

“Look. . . my bottom wants to kiss you, too,” and Lily made her little anus move, pooching it out and in. “See?”

“That is adorable, honey. I’ll kiss and you kiss, and we’ll both see if we’re clean, okay?”

“Uh-huhh. . .”

“Okay. . .” And I touched my lips to her moving little anus. And kissed.

“Ooh, I feel you! Kiss it some more!” And I did, kissing all over her anus, up and down her crack, breathing in her wonderful scent, tasting her.

I came up for air briefly, dizzy with lust now, and brave enough to say, “It’s clean on top, but what about inside? Should I kiss inside your bottom too?”

“How?”

“Like this?” And I formed my tongue into a spear and pushed in.

The girl shrieked into the covers. “Oooh! Yeah, like that! Like that! I like that!” She was pushing her little bottom back into me.

My tongue dug deep, my lips pressed against her little anal lips. And now I was going at her, I couldn’t get enough of her. I reamed Lily’s little asshole, sinking my tongue all the way in, tasting her tang, a slight taste of salt and poo, and Lily heat.

When I came away, she was immediately up, hair tangled and just-dried, face red, eyes aglow. “That was fun!! Do it again!” And she presented to me, holding her little bottom open.

I lifted her up by her waist and turned her over. “Now I have to see if your vagina is clean. Right?”

She grinned, and immediately flopped back and spread her legs wide. “Yeah! Kiss my bagina inside!!”

I smiled. “Okay. . .let’s see. . .” I leaned down and sniffed. “Smells kinda clean. . .”

Loli thrust up her hips. “Inside! Inside!!”

“Mm, you like that, huh. Okay. . .” And I licked her red little puss from asshole to belly button. She squealed, grabbed her knees and held herself open even wider. “Inside a LOT!!”

I did that, licking and sucking the little girl. God, I had never felt so hot and sexy and horny, I wanted to inhale her. And her giggly little squeals started to change into chirps and moans of pleasure. It is too too erotic to hear the moans of impending orgasm from such a young person. And she went with it like anything else she thought felt Great — she came all over me, clutching and panting, thrusting and shaking — then fell promptly to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 2

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 10

  • Posted on January 19, 2017 at 2:21 pm

by Muffi

Author’s Note: To say that I had help with this chapter would be an understatement of massive proportions. I ran up against… Something. Call it writer’s block, call it lack of creativity, call it whatever, I simply found myself stuck and unable to finish this chapter when it was less than half done. My editor, the inimitable JetBoy, took on the task of completing the chapter for me — no mean feat when you consider that a second author, coming into a story late, has to try to imitate the original author’s voice. I’ve touched nothing since he sent it back to me other than formatting it for the web, I didn’t change a thing that he wrote. I owe him a debt of gratitude for helping me with this story — as do all of the loyal Janelle fans out there.


I’d never been so aroused in my life.

I was lying on the bed, propped up by several pillows so I could look down and see what was happening between my legs. My feet were drawn up, thighs splayed wide. Nine-year-old Sara was on her knees, her cute little rump raised high in the air as she licked my pussy — somewhat awkwardly, to be sure, but that didn’t alter the fact that her tongue was driving me mad with lust.

I reached down to place one hand on the back of Sara’s head, helping to guide her movements a little–though honestly, her licking felt so lovely that it didn’t matter what she did.

My other arm was curled around Janelle, hand reaching down to stroke her pert little ass. She was stretched out on her side next to me, fingers toying with one nipple, then the other; tweaking them, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take without passing out.

Then I felt the tide start to rise inside as my body began to quiver. My vision faded, became grey around the edges. It was happening, I was coming — and it was going to be huge.

I screamed out loud as the waves broke over me, causing my hips to thrust involuntarily over and over, probably smacking the hell out of poor Sara’s nose in the process. I was beyond caring, though, and couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. As I came, and came, and came yet again, I heard Janelle’s excited voice.

“You did it, Sara!” she exclaimed. “See? I told ya you could. You made her come!”

As yet another climax racked my body, I bolted upright, grunting loudly. As my vision cleared, I saw Janelle coming awake, blinking sleepily. I’d been dreaming.

I dreamed my way to an orgasm, I thought. A damn good one, too.

Janelle looked at me questioningly. “S’matter?” she mumbled.

“Nothing, Sweetie,” I replied. “I was just having a dream.”

“A nightmare?” she asked, suddenly concerned.

“No, just very realistic,” I said. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be fine after I pee.”

Janelle snickered at me. “Good thing ya didn’t dream you were peeing,” she said. “I did that once, and I wet the bed.”

I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “Go to sleep, smartypants. I love you.”

“Love you too, Meagan.”

I got out of bed and, on shaky legs, made my way to the bathroom, where I sat down, both to pee and to relieve the sudden dizzy spell that hit me right then. My orgasm had been that powerful. I had no idea it was even possible to come so intensely without touching myself.

I wondered if I dared to confide in Janelle about what I’d dreamed, my vision of her and Sara pleasuring me at the same time.

On one hand, it would probably excite the hell out of her, and might get her thoughts moving in a very interesting direction. On the other, I didn’t want to encourage Janelle to include Sara in our lovemaking. I wasn’t ready to take that step. At least, not consciously. Subconsciously, it seemed that I craved Sara more than I was willing to admit to myself.

I wiped, shivering as tissue-covered fingers brushed against my sensitive clit, trying to retrieve more details from the dream I’d just had and coming up short. No sweet seduction, no drawn-out foreplay — just Sara going down on me, Janelle cheering her on. Oh, well, that much would be enough to fuel my masturbation fantasies for a month. Most mornings, I woke with only a few fleeting fragments of whatever I’d dreamed the night before.

I stood, yawned, stretched, then turned to flush the toilet before making my way back to bed, sidestepping Janelle’s sneakers along the way. Sara was on the left, curled into a ball beneath the blanket, only the top half of her face showing. Janelle was sprawled out in the center, her arm stretched out where I needed to be. I suspected that her leg was over on my side, too. My niece was a restless sleeper, always moving about in the night. She stole the covers, too. Good thing I loved her so desperately.

Approaching the bed, I gently took Janelle’s hand, lifting the sheet enough for me to drape her arm across her tummy. Then her eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, Meagan,” she whispered.

“Hey yourself. Scooch over some, kiddo — quit hogging the bed.”

Sticking her tongue out at me, Janelle shifted herself to the center, and I gratefully slipped beneath the blanket. The house tended to cool down in the early morning hours, and the bed’s warmth felt absolutely delicious. Having two little girls to provide extra body heat didn’t hurt, either.

I settled in, yawned again, and relaxed, savoring that divine feeling of drifting into slumber.

Suddenly I felt a hand — Janelle’s hand, gently caressing my belly. This was not the lazy, idle touch of a sleepy little girl, either. My niece was clearly awake, and in the mood to play.

I remained motionless, trying to decide how to handle this. Did Janelle really want to fool around right then, with Sara asleep next to her? More to the point, did I want that?

Weighing the risk of discovery against the thrill of furtive sex with my nine-year-old lover, I found myself… unable to decide. Golly gee, what a surprise.

Then I felt Janelle pressing herself into my side, her leg sliding over mine and down to nestle between my thighs. I swallowed hard as I detected the warmth of her vulva, moving against my skin as my niece eased herself on top of me.

Okay, I told myself, I need to stop this, right now. Bad idea, Meagan, very bad.

Naturally, I did no such thing.

With a wriggle of the hips, Janelle settled herself on me. She had her head resting on one breast, her mouth a fraction of an inch from the nipple. Her hand rested low on my belly, fingers nearly grazing the top of the mons, a thigh pressing lightly against my crotch.

Tired as I was, Janelle was bringing me to life, making me want her. I felt my pussy give a little clench as I became aware of where her leg was touching me.

Then, instead of making the big move like I was expecting her to, Janelle surprised me by relaxing with a blissful sigh.

Oh, okay. Guess she just wants snuggling, not sex. I was a little disappointed, but somewhat more relieved.

Curling an arm around Janelle’s bare back, I allowed myself to exhale, releasing the erotic tension I’d just built up. A minute of two later, I even managed to doze off.

Suddenly, I was jerked awake when I felt a mouth fasten itself to my nipple.

As she suckled, bringing a soft moan to my lips, a hand crept between my legs, fingers moving against my pussy. Oh, my fucking God — Janelle was masturbating me!

Given the inconvenient fact that Sara was asleep right next to Janelle, I knew that I should put a stop to this, but I was powerless to do anything. All this girl had to do was touch me, and I was lost.

I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t even want to know if Sara was awake for what I was now certain was going to be a live sex show, starring Meagan and Janelle. Okay, I was lying about that. Really, I was hoping she was awake. But if I didn’t open my eyes, I could pretend that I didn’t know.

Having put up my token resistance, I relaxed and let Janelle have her way with me.

She obviously wanted to be “in charge” tonight, and I was only too willing to let that happen. I felt her small body slide across mine as she moved on top of me, one leg rubbing against my pussy as she sought and found my mouth with hers. The kiss was deep, full of things we still hadn’t spoken of to each other, but we both knew existed below the surface. We would talk eventually, but for now, lips and tongues were sufficient.

I was trying to keep quiet, not wanting to rouse Sara, but when Janelle’s warm mouth returned to my nipple, I couldn’t stop a loud gasp from escaping. She drew her teeth slowly along the length of it, scraping lightly, then sucked as much of my breast into her mouth as she could. Back and forth, from one to the other she went, showering me with loving attention. I could have lain there for hours, just reveling in the sensations of her lips, tongue, fingers and breath on my breasts.

Not likely to happen. Janelle was just getting warmed up.

She began to wriggle her way downward, moving between my legs. This caused her upper thighs, then her bare mound to graze my pussy. At the instant of that divine contact, I seized Janelle’s ass and held her right where she was, grinding my vulva against hers. I still had my eyes closed, but I had no need to see. Right then, touch was everything.

I was on fire, alive with lust. The urge was there to take Janelle; roll my niece onto her back and have my way with her. But I knew that she needed to be the one in control right then, so I released her flawless little bottom and forced myself to relax.

I felt Janelle’s mouth glide down my belly, her tongue leaving long, wet trails on my skin. Some other time, I’ll have to teach her about blowing on my skin after licking it, I thought.

When the tip of her tongue touched the very top of my slit, my breath hissed sharply. Her fingers carefully pried my cunt open, then she dipped her head to lick me from bottom to top. I groaned, finally giving into the desire to look. I had to see her while she pleasured me. Lifting my head slightly, I opened my eyes and peered down to where Janelle lay between my thighs.

It was like she’d known I was going to look. Her gaze was awaiting mine, a soft, pretty smile on her face. Her fingers caressed my labia as I drank in the sight her, then she spoke.

“I wanna do somethin’ for you,” she said softly.

“Do anything you’d like, Sweetie,” I sighed. “I’m all yours.”

“You have to trust me, ‘kay?” she said.

Hesitating only briefly, I nodded. What on earth was she up to?

I was about to find out. Glancing over to where Sara lay, Janelle reached out to nudge her friend, trying to wake her up.

“Janelle!” I gasped in horror. “Don’t!”

Too late. Sara was wide awake, staring at Janelle as she played with my pussy.

I was paralyzed with fear. This is how dirty old dykes go to jail, I told myself, waiting for Sara to recoil in disgust. Instead, she scooted closer to me!

“Can I watch?” she asked Janelle, eyes dancing with excitement.

What the fuck? Could I be dreaming again?

I felt Sara’s naked hip pressing against mine and knew that I wasn’t dreaming. On the other hand, I was so stunned that all I could do was stare at her like an idiot. Then I glanced down at Janelle to find her gazing back at me, flashing a wicked grin as if she’d just gotten away with something.

That look of hers, coupled with the divine things Janelle’s fingers were doing to my pussy, put my head in a place where I simply ceased to worry, giving myself up to the moment. If this is what Janelle wants, and Sara’s into it too… then damn the consequences.

After what only seemed like hours, I felt something different. There were now three hands between my legs, caressing and stroking my pussy. I wondered idly how that could be, then let myself drift on the lovely sensations those hands were creating.

I felt the fourth hand when it came into contact with my clit, turning the mildly warm waves of pleasure I’d been experiencing into shots of molten electricity. That caused my hips to jerk violently, dislodging the fingers that had found the swollen nub. I whimpered, reaching down to grab that hand and guide it back to its rightful place.

In fumbling for the hand, though, I opened my eyes.

The image I saw at that instant will be forever burned into my mind.

Both girls were as naked as the day they were born. Janelle knelt between my splayed thighs, four fingers of one hand buried in my soaked pussy, her other hand fondling my labia. Her strawberry blonde hair was askew, floating around her head like a soft cloud. Sara’s hair was mussed as well, only hers looked dark and wild as she used the thumb of one hand to rub at my clit, the other hand imitating Janelle’s, stroking my pudenda. The girls were caressing each other’s hands, exchanging happy smiles as they brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

I felt Janelle’s fingers leaving my pussy. I briefly lamented the loss, then she propped herself on an elbow beside me. “Sara wants to be the one to make it happen,” she explained, “so I’m just gonna play with your boobies while she does.”

“What… what if I don’t want my boobies played with?” I panted.

Janelle grinned. “You do. You so know you want me to.”

“Shut up and do it, then!” I gasped. Janelle snickered at me, but moved to capture the nearest nipple with her mouth.

My attention was forced back to Sara — or more accurately, to what Sara was doing to me. Her thumb was moving in a constant circle around my clit, driving me insane with lust. With her other hand, she stroked and squeezed my vulva, then, as though she could read my thoughts, wriggled two fingers into my pussy. I moaned, pushing back against this sweet invasion, clutching at the bedding as she began to slide them in and out.

I was in heaven. I had my niece stretched out naked beside me, her mouth doing wonderful things to my nipple. I had Sara between my legs, her busy fingers about to bring me to orgasm. I stared at Sara, turned to look at Janelle, and that was when I lost it.

My pussy seemed to scream in the intensity of my climax. Somehow in that moment, Janelle managed to lock her mouth to mine in a heated kiss, and I sucked greedily at her tongue as waves of pleasure continued to shake me. I had Sara’s wrist locked in a death grip with her fingers buried in my cunt, a thumb pressed against my clit.

It seemed to go on and on and on, my orgasm… finally, my head simply shut down.

The next thing I remember is hearing whispers.

“See? I toldja you could do it. And you did, Sara. You made it happen.”

“Yeah… but is she gonna be mad?”

“Maybe. But only for a little while if she is.”

“I’m gonna be so embarrassed to look at her. I mean, I touched her… down there!”

“Don’t be embarrassed. She wanted you to. I know she did.”

“I don’t know.”

“Huh. You oughta see how she watches you when you’re not payin’ attention! Believe me, Meagan wanted you bad.

I lifted my head. “Talking about me, girls…?”

“No,” came the sing-song chorus. Janelle, the little sneak, had a look of perfect innocence on her face.

I regarded both of them, enjoying Sara’s pretty blush as my gaze fixed on her. Suddenly she didn’t seem to know where to put her hands. “I think you two owe me a little explanation, don’t you?”

“Please don’t be mad, Aunt Meagan,” said Janelle. “It was my idea… so if you’re mad, be mad at me, not Sara. She didn’t want to in the first place. I kinda made her do it.”

“Really?” I said. “For someone who didn’t want to, she sure seemed to enjoy fingering my pussy.” I watched Sara’s blush deepen.

“Well, me and Sara play like that, too. Together, I mean. With each other. But you knew that anyway. So, Sara kept asking me how I know so much about sex, and I told her someone showed me. And she was dyin’ ta know who it was, and I didn’t tell for the longest time, I swear! But I know Sara now, and I trust her. She won’t tell anybody at all — will you, Sara?”

Sara simply shook her head, wild black hair flying as she stared at me, wide-eyed. “You knew?” Sara swiveled to gape at Janelle. “She knew about us? Oh, my God!” She covered her crimson face with both hands.

“Besides,” Janelle continued, “I knew you wanted her like that, Aunt Meagan. I can tell by how you look at her. Sara didn’t believe me ’bout that, but I know it’s true. So all I did was help you guys do somethin’ that you both wanted to happen, cuz Sara’s had a crush on you for like — like ages! She told me –”

I silenced Janelle with a glare and an emphatic shake of the head. She meant well, but was only making things more awkward for poor Sara, who by then was on the verge of tears.

I touched Sara’s hand. She lifted her head to peer at me with stricken eyes, then quickly looked away.

“Sara.” I said softly, “It’s true. I knew about you and Janelle. But you have to understand, that’s what attracted me to you in the first place — knowing what the two of you were doing, and thinking that I could never experience that with you. You’re a gorgeous, sexy little girl.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll probably rot in hell for this, but… I want us to be lovers, Sara.”

She gaped at me in disbelief. “You do? Really and truly?”

I squeezed her hand. “Really and truly. You, me, and Janelle. All three of us.” I turned to give my niece a stern look. “That means just the three of us, Janelle. No more surprises like this. I mean it.” To her credit, Janelle had the good grace to look embarrassed.

As for Sara, she was giving me a look of adoration that could have defrosted a tundra. “Oh, Meagan!” she sobbed, then threw her arms around me. Naturally, Janelle had to get in on the action, and the next thing I knew I was covered in naked girls, squirming and wriggling against me in a very wonderful way.

Tempting as the prospect of staying in bed with these two sounded, I needed to get up, or Colleen would walk in to find me with two nude sex slaves at my feet, one of them her daughter. After everything she’d been through, that was one shock I didn’t want her to experience.

It was early, but not too early. I announced that I needed to go make coffee, which they both insisted they had to have as well. I told the girls to get dressed, then set off for the kitchen. As I descended the stairs, I heard one excited stage whisper, “Oh my God — sleepovers are gonna be awesome from now on!” followed by a burst of giggles.

By the time the two of them had made their way downstairs, they were greeted with one oversized pancake each. Mine was still on the griddle. I noticed that Sara moved her chair very close to mine; when I sat down with my pancake, my new sidekick was right at my elbow. I worried briefly about how Janelle might view this, but when I looked at her, she was grinning hugely at me, eyes filled with laughter. She was fine.

I’d given each of them a cup of coffee, highly over-sweetened and diluted significantly with milk so it would appeal to the palates of nine-year-olds. They thought that they were quite grown up, too. After sampling my black coffee, they both concluded that I must be either an alien invader or simply out of my mind, since no sane human would ever drink something so nasty.

The girls wanted to play outside, so I opened the garage door, telling them to stay on the driveway or the front lawn, where I could keep an eye on them from the living room. Watching the two of them play hopscotch was far from an unpleasant task, given that Janelle wore an almost non-existent pair of pink and white shorts with a cami top, and Sara had on a flowery little sundress that showed off her legs quite nicely. I poured a second cup of coffee and sat next to the window to watch them play.

As the girls got caught up in their game, I considered the events of the past few weeks.

Sara had become a fixture at my house — a good thing, too, considering what had happened this morning. I was still nervous about that, but surprisingly, not as worried as I might have been. Sara and Janelle had been doing each other long enough for me to feel certain that Sara was comfortable with sex. More importantly, she was also as much in love with Janelle as it’s possible for a nine-year-old to be — and for Janelle’s part, those feelings were mutual. I’d known my niece for her whole life, and can tell when she loves someone.

Caution was still my watchword, though. I didn’t want to know what Colleen might do if she found out I was introducing her nine-year-old daughter to the joys of lesbian sex. I was going to have to have a very serious talk with both girls about the need for discretion, at least when it came to our little ménage à trois. I hated to put that kind of pressure on them, but it couldn’t be helped.

I gazed for long, long moments at the two little lovelies cavorting in my driveway. There was no going back, I understood that now. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d become, but I knew that I couldn’t change it. I had no one to talk to about these new feelings. No one but the girls, that is, and I wasn’t sure I wanted the logic of nine-year-olds to convince me that I was normal, that the things I was doing with these two kids was okay.

It may be wrong, I reflected, but it most surely feels right.

I caught a glimpse of Sara’s sensible white cotton panties when her sundress flew up as she jumped through the hopscotch squares. That quick flash was enough to bring a small twinge of arousal to my pussy. I immediately flashed back on her bringing me to orgasm that morning, causing a trickle of wetness to seep from inside me.

Meagan, I told myself, you are a disgusting pervert. Oddly enough, the thought made me smile.

I headed to the kitchen for my third cup of coffee — yes, I’m that much of an addict. I almost made it there before the girls came bursting through the front door and pounded down the hall towards me. Janelle was shrieking my name, Sara laughing like a fool. Apparently, Sara had been taking great delight in showing off her panties for whoever might be passing by on the street. They both found this to be hilarious.

I stared at Sara, amazed. How had the frightened, painfully shy girl I’d first met at Janelle’s birthday party blossomed into this giggling, boisterous little exhibitionist?

“Careful,” I said, “that kind of behavior will make people talk about you.”

“They already do,” Janelle said.

“Yeah,” said Sara, “they call us dykes at school.”

“Oh, wait,” said Janelle, “we are dykes!” This set the two of them off into peals of laughter.

“You sound pretty sure of that,” I said. “No boys at all for you two?”

That set off a chorus of miscellaneous sounds of revulsion.

“Really?” I teased. “No boy at school makes you feel all warm and squishy in your… well, you know.”

“Ew!! That’s really disgusting, Meagan,” said Janelle. “Lettin’ a boy touch you there. That’s so gross!”

“You’re the one who brought up touching, not me,” I said, grinning.

“It’s still gross,” she shot back.

I figured I’d better give it a rest before I really pissed her off. Kids these days can’t take a joke. “Well then, if you say no boys, then no boys it is. Girls only!”

“‘Sides, who needs boys? We can have way more fun without ‘em,” said Sara.

Naturally, that remark got me thinking about the kinds of fun a woman and two little girls could have without boys — and that surge of desire I’d felt moments ago reared its wicked head again. Not only a disgusting pervert, I told myself, but an insatiable one.

A glance at the clock put the brakes on my lust, though, telling me that Sara’s Mom was due to pick her up at any moment. I told the girls to take themselves upstairs and get Sara’s things ready to go. Not that this was necessary, strictly speaking. Over the past couple of months, she’d left a lot of her clothes and other items in Janelle’s room. Apparently, I’d become Sara’s daycare provider by default.

I wasn’t complaining in the least, mind you — especially now that things had taken such a lovely turn with her.

Still, much as I hungered for Sara, I was definitely looking forward to an evening alone with Janelle. With school nearly out for the summer, she’d be spending a lot more time with me. She was already at my house more than at her home, and I knew that she’d practically be living here when vacation started. It promised to be an amazing summer, without a doubt.

I heard Colleen calling from the living room and went to meet her, summoning Sara downstairs on my way. I felt a momentary pang of conscience when I first saw her, wondering what Colleen would think if she knew of the things I’d been up to with her daughter. I was relatively certain that they wouldn’t be happy thoughts.

Sara trooped downstairs with her things, Janelle bringing up the rear. “Aunt Meagan, can Sara stay again tomorrow night? Monday’s the last day of school, and we wanna go together.”

“If it’s okay with her Mom, it’s fine with me,” I replied. Perfect, I thought. A night alone with Janelle, then a night with both of them. One lesbian’s version of paradise.

“If you’re sure it’s okay,” said Colleen, “then I’ll drop her off on my way to work.”

“Of course it’s okay,” I said. “We’ll have a blast. We can call it Ladies’ Night!” This brought peals of laughter from the two girls.

After some more small talk, Colleen and Sara left for the night. As their car puttered away, I collapsed onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

“You two wear me right out, I swear,” I said, pretending to be grouchy.

“Well, we can stop… if ya want us to,” said Janelle, arching an eyebrow.

“Don’t even think that way,” I growled. Changing my demeanor, I asked, “Hey! How’d you like to go on a date tonight? Dinner for two, then a good movie, and then I’ll bring you back home and make love to you all night long. Sound interesting?”

Her mouth formed a perfect O. “You mean like a real date?”

“Of course, silly. Would I take you on a fake date?”

“I gotta get ready!”

“Janelle, it’s not even noon yet! You have plenty of time!” Too late, she was bounding up the stairs.

I stood at the foot of the stairs. “Janelle, do you still have your leather outfit here?” A muffled affirmative response. “Why don’t you wear that, and I’ll wear mine. We can match.” A significantly louder “WOOT” of agreement.

A short time later, I heard Janelle’s boots on the stairs. She strutted into the living room, instantly taking my breath away. I have no idea how long it was before she said, “What?”

I closed my comically gaping mouth and stared at Janelle. “Sweetie,” I said softly, “do you have even the faintest idea of how beautiful you are?” Downcast eyes and a deep blush were her only reply.

I went to her, dropped to my knees, and hugged her. “You are the most incredible girlfriend any woman could ever have. I’m so lucky you love me.”

“I do love you, Meagan — lots and lots,” she said, her arms snaking around my neck. “You make me feel so special.”

“That’s because you are special,” I whispered.

We held the embrace for a long while, then I pulled away. “Well, I need a shower — desperately. And now that you’ve gotten me all excited, so do you. If we’re going on a real date, I want you to smell pretty and be clean.”

“I’m clean,” Janelle protested.

“Did you shower yet today?” I asked.

A sheepish look. “No.”

“Then I’ve got news for you, youngster — you’re not clean,” I said. “But if you’re very good, I’d be willing to share a shower with you.”

Yes, I know — transparent as hell. But I knew it would work.

She peered thoughtfully at me. “So… do we get to wash each other and not just ourselves?”

See? What did I tell you?

I rolled my eyes. “Is there any other way for two girls to get clean?”

Janelle’s grin nearly blinded me. Seizing my hand, she practically dragged me to the stairs, not letting go until we were in the upstairs bathroom. With a dramatic flourish, she slid the shower door open and turned the water on, giving it time to warm up while we got naked. That task was accomplished in under ten seconds, then we were standing beneath the hot water.

I dropped to my knees in front of Janelle, closing my eyes as I leaned in to kiss her mouth — gently, but we let it linger. When she finally pulled away with a tiny gasp, her chest was heaving.

“Oh, baby girl, I love you so very much,” I breathed.

Janelle wrapped her arms around my neck and moved in for a close, firm embrace. “I love you, too, Meagan,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re gonna be my girlfriend forever an’ ever.”

Not likely, I wistfully told myself, but didn’t say so. Regardless, I loved the idea.

With a sigh, I released the slippery little girl from our embrace. After all, we only had so much time to get ourselves clean before my libido took over.

“Me first!” Janelle squealed, picking up the bottle of body wash and my trusty loofah.

“You know what, Sweetie? I think it would be much nicer if we just use our hands on each other, don’t you?”

I watched her consider this for all of two seconds, then cast the loofah aside and squirt a generous dollop of body wash into her hand.

Thirty seconds later, all thoughts of controlling my lust had flown right out the window and headed south with the birds. Looks like we’re gonna get more dirty than clean today, I thought.

Janelle’s slick little fingers were roaming freely over my body, working the sweet-scented soap into a fine lather. She made me raise my arms and washed under them, then her hands slid around to cover my breasts, playfully thumbing the nipples until they were so stiff they ached. She had no intention of stopping there, though, and a shiver raced through me when one of her hands began a slow glide down my belly.

At the first touch of her finger, a low moan escaped me. I shifted my legs, spreading them a bit to give her full access to my pussy, which I decided was in desperate need of a thorough cleanup from my little lover.

As her hand continued its journey downward, another finger joined the first between my labia, making its way towards what I knew Janelle wanted. Sure enough, she wasted no time inserting one, two, then finally three fingers into my pussy.

I came instantly, my cry absurdly loud.

Somehow, I managed to brace myself against the shower wall before my legs gave out completely. My head was spinning, like it always did when an orgasm hit before I expected it to. It hadn’t been an earth-shaker, but it rocked my little world.

When my pleasure subsided and I could breathe again, I stared down at Janelle, who was removing her fingers from my cunt. As I watched, she slipped all three fingers into her mouth and sucked at them. I almost came again, just from seeing that.

“My turn,” I said quietly.

She shook her head emphatically. “No! I haven’t finished yet. I gotta do your back, too.”

With a mock sigh, I turned around. Placing both hands on the shower wall, I spread my legs apart as if I were about to be frisked. Oh, Officer Janelle, I’ve been a verrrry bad girl…

Janelle started at my shoulder blades, slowly working her way down. She fondled my ass for a while with her slick, soapy hands, then I felt her fingers slipping between my buttocks. I shifted my feet even further apart, opening myself up to her.

When her index finger tickled my rosebud, I gasped, which only inspired Janelle to further exploration. She began to stroke my anus, tentatively pressing a fingertip against the rubbery muscle.

“Sweetie,” I gasped, “it’s okay if you want to put a finger in there. I like that.”

By way of response, I felt her probing me with a bit more serious intent. Suddenly, my rectum was being penetrated by a nine-year-old’s finger. I pushed back against it, encouraging Janelle to go deeper.

Not only did she do just that, Janelle went one better — bringing a second finger into play. I gasped again, and when she sent a third finger wriggling into my ass, I had to stop her.

“Wait, Sweetie,” I panted, pulling away. “Let me make this easier for you.”

I got down on all fours in the shower, my ass thrust out toward Janelle, ready to take whatever my little lover could dish out. “Okay,” I said, “now go inside me again.”

This time she slid four fingers into my butthole and, with a bit of encouragement, worked up a nice rhythm as she fucked me, hard and fast. Janelle couldn’t go as deep as my latex cock, but the width of her fingers as they plunged in and out of my back door had me seeing stars. I began to moan and quiver, then cried out as yet another climax racked my body.

That was my fourth orgasm so far that day, and it was still early afternoon. Clearly, I was going for the record books.

I came back to myself slumped over, forehead resting on the shower floor, Janelle carefully extracting her fingers from my ass. I rose on shaky legs, then turned to kiss my little love. “That was beautiful, Sweetie.”

“Does it really feel that good, having fingers in your butt?” Janelle asked, a curious glint in her eyes.

I couldn’t help but smile. Seemed as if a certain nine-year-old I knew wanted to experience anal play for the first time…

“It certainly does, Sweetie,” I replied. “Want me to show you what it’s like?” A pretty smile and a vigorous nod of the head. “Okay, then. We have a few hours before we need to leave. Let me get you cleaned up, then we’ll go play in bed for awhile before our date.”

I washed the less naughty parts of Janelle’s body first — arms, legs, shoulders, back — leaving the rest for last. When I finally got to those special places, my niece was so keyed up that she was practically dancing, shifting restlessly from foot to foot. By then I’m sure Janelle suspected that I’d simply forgotten to return the favor she’d just done for me. Little did she know.

With soap-slicked hands, I began to caress Janelle’s smooth chest, allowing my fingers to lightly tease her tiny nipples, pausing to trace a circle around one. Though there was little response from the nipples themselves, Janelle was breathing rapidly, her cheeks flushed a lovely pink. Then, still stroking her chest with one hand, I let the other slowly glide down my little lover’s belly, seeking the treasure between her legs.

Finally I cupped her perfect little pussy in my hand, one finger gently manipulating her clit. She gasped, her body slumped against mine, pressing that cute butt of hers into my groin, which only sharpened my appetite for her. That fifth orgasm of the day — it was looking more and more like a very real possibility.

As I masturbated Janelle, I suddenly felt the water beginning to lose some of its warmth. My water heater could be as uncooperative as a cranky baby, and I knew we only had a couple of minutes of heat left.

“Janelle, Sweetie,” I said softly, “we’re going to run out of hot water any second. Let’s go to bed and finish making love there.”

She nodded, and I reluctantly took my hands away from her body, then switched off the faucet.

Believe me, you’ve never seen two females emerge from a shower and hit the sheets faster than we did. Drying off was more of a promise than anything else. In moments, she and I were in bed together, and I was prepared to give Janelle something that would rock her world.

We shared a few messy kisses, then I gazed deep into my lover’s eyes. “So. You want to know what it’s like to have your bottom played with, huh?”

Her cheeks flushed a bit, but Janelle was too aroused to be bashful. “Yeah!” she replied.

I patted the bed. “Get up on your hands and knees, and we’ll see what we can do about that.”

In a twinkling Janelle was on all fours, thrusting out that adorable rump and wiggling it to and fro, then peering back over her shoulder to grin at me. “Hey, Meagan?”

I was half-hypnotized by my little imp’s sinuous movements, and she knew it, too. Amazing that even after all the sex Janelle and I had enjoyed together, the sight of her nude body still left me lightheaded, my cunt throbbing.

Still, I at least managed to respond to my niece’s question. “What’s up, hon?”

Another delicious wriggle. “D’you think I have a pretty butt?”

I felt an urge to laugh, but thought better of it. There it was, that gorgeous prepubescent ass, practically taunting me, begging to be licked and kissed… and my sexy brat of a niece wanted to know if I thought it was pretty. Words fail me.

I reached out to place my right hand upon one taut globe, slowly spreading my fingers, watching her bottom clench very slightly to my touch. “Yes, Janelle,” I replied. “Your butt is lovely.” My left hand joined in, then I was cupping those firm yet wonderfully soft cheeks. “I’ve had dreams about your bottom, Sweetie. I imagine myself… doing things to it.”

“Yeah?” I can feel Janelle quiver, just a bit. She’s playing it cool, but there’s an undercurrent of excitement in her voice that gives the game away. “Like wh-what?”

I’m smiling. Got you right where I want you, little one. Your ass is mine. ”Oh…” I answer casually, “sometimes, for instance, I dream of doing this…”

Prying Janelle’s buttocks apart, I take a long slobbery lick through her crack.

“Meagan!” she gasped. “Ooooohhhhhthat feels s-s-so…” Her voice trails off in a low moan, suddenly muffled as she buried her face in the pillow.

I licked up and down in the cleft between Janelle’s cheeks, bathing her tender rosebud. Then I focused on the anus itself, circling it with the tip of the tongue; then pressing against it as if I wanted to penetrate her. I once had a lover named Clarise who was into back door sex in a major way, and she taught me everything there was to know about rimming. It sure seemed to be working that old voodoo on Janelle, who was squirming in ecstasy while I feasted on her ass.

Thanks, Clarise, wherever you are, I mused as I gave Janelle’s butthole a deep tongue kiss. If we ever happen to meet again, the drinks are on me.

I was just about to slip a hand between Janelle’s thighs to tease her clit, but then I realized that she was already masturbating. A tiny mewling sound was coming from her lips; growing stronger and louder as her body began to shiver. I could read the signs: she was about to come, and it was going to be a real mind-bender.

A violent jerk shuddered through Janelle’s body and she threw her head back, a wild cry filling the bedroom as her orgasm kicked in. I just kept lapping at her butt through it all, feeling my lover’s pleasure rise, then wash away. Finally, she went limp, slumping to one side.

I gently rolled Janelle onto her back, then used a corner of the bedsheet to mop her brow. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave me a sleepy smile.

“Wow,” she sighed. “That was… pretty cool.”

“Only ‘cool’?” I mock-scowled. “What about ‘utterly fantastic, magnificent, fucking incredible’?”

“Yeah, those too.” She giggled. “I never thought about licking someone’s butthole to make ‘em feel good. Seems kinda weird.”

I lay down beside Janelle, drew her into my arms, kissed her forehead. “Sometimes weird stuff is the best, though.”

“Hmmm. I s’pose.”

“Well, a woman making love to her nine-year-old niece might seem, I don’t know, a little strange to some folks.”

Janelle grinned. “That’s ’cause they don’t know how utterly sensational, fantastic and, um, fucking great it is!” We laughed, then she gave me a bashful look. “Um, Meagan…?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Can I lick your butt now? I want to try it.”

I pursed my lips thoughtfully. “Are you sure, Sweetie? Just because I did it to you doesn’t mean that you have to.”

She was already shaking her head. “No, no, I want to! If I’m a lesbian, then I wanna be really, really good at it. So I have’ta know all about making love, right? ‘Sides,” she adds with a smirk, “I bet it’s fun! C’mon, Meagan, let me lick your butthole, pretty please?”

Like she had to twist my arm.

“Okay, okay,” I muttered as I sat up, doing a rotten job of pretending to be grumpy.

Janelle, naturally, wasn’t fooled for an instant. “Ha! You know you want me to. Now c’mon, let me see it!”

My pulse was already starting to race as I got on hands and knees, presenting my ass to my naked nine-year-old niece so she could learn how to rim a woman. Kinky? Me? Damn straight.

I felt two small hands touch me, silkily gliding over and around my cheeks. “Your butt is so nice, Meagan,” Janelle sighed. “I love how soft an’ round it is. Makes me totally wanna kiss it.”

“Be my guest,” I whispered, growing lightheaded with excitement. I was tingling all over as I slowly lowered my head to the pillow, parting my legs even further.

Janelle’s thumbs crept into the cleft of my ass, carefully prying my buttocks open. Her warm breath caressed me as she drew closer. “Wow, your butthole is cute!” she giggled. “Guess I never really saw one before, not up close…”

Not for the first time, I congratulated myself for learning how to shave the crack of my ass baby smooth. It was a tricky feat to pull off, but usually proved to be a hit with my bedmates.

My cunt ached with need, as if I hadn’t already come just minutes ago. I was taut, fists clenched tightly, stretched like canvas on a frame as I waited for Janelle to make her move, to lick my asshole.

Instead, I felt her fingers lightly brush between my legs, her little hand moving to cup my vulva. “Oh, fuck,” my lips said without speaking the words. “Oh, fuck.”

Suddenly, catching me off guard, Janelle forced her mouth into my butt crack, giving my rosebud a heated French kiss.

“Ooooooohhh!” I cried, my head jerking up from the pillow. “Ohhhhhyyes, yes!”

Janelle needed no further encouragement, licking and kissing my anus like it was a treat she’d been saving for a special occasion, pleasuring me with the same childish excitement she always seemed to bring to our lovemaking. Right then, my crazy decision to take a nine-year-old girl as my lover seemed like the smartest move I’d ever made.

My niece’s fingers were busy while she rimmed me, gliding about and toying with the folds of my sex. She masturbated me clumsily, but it still felt amazing, especially when she made contact with my throbbing clit.

Damn, this is some seriously twisted shit, I told myself. And it’s the fucking best. If I’m dreaming again, don’t let me wake up for, oh, at least a week.

Janelle was really going to town on my ass, her tongue laving every inch of the puckered hole. Meanwhile, the heat between my legs was growing uncomfortably intense, almost painful. I needed to come, and I needed it now.

“B-baby,” I stammered desperately, lifting my head, “rub my pussy harder, t-touch my clit…”

Hesitating only momentarily in her licking, Janelle’s fingers pressed deeper into my sex, seeking the pearl in the oyster.

She found it, too. I felt the tips of her fingers surround my clit, then give it a pinch — harder than was necessary, but it set me off like a firework.

My body seized up almost convulsively, a sharp scream torn from my throat as my longed-for orgasm came crashing down. Blinding flashes of light were popping and exploding behind my eyes like old-fashioned camera bulbs, each flash a jolt of pure pleasure.

Janelle, bless her, never stopped rimming me while I jerked and bucked beneath her. I had to shove her hand away from my cunt, though, before she gave me a cardiac arrest with those fingers of hers. Her enthusiasm was lovely, but sometimes it could be too much of a good thing.

Finally I lay spent, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. I’ve gotta teach her how to be a little gentler with my clitoris, I told myself, reaching for Janelle, blindly drawing her into my arms.

“Holy smokes,” she exclaimed, nestling her body into mine. Mmmm, a perfect fit. “You came hard that time!”

“Think I blowed up,” I mumbled. “I blowed up real good.”

“That’s not right!” Janelle exclaimed. My eyes refused to open, but I smiled as I pictured the mock-stern look she was probably giving me right then. “It’s ‘blew up’, Aunt Meagan.”

“Fine, Miss Grammar Princess,” I retorted, idly mussing her hair. “Well, whatever you did, it was incredible. Sure you’ve never licked a woman’s ass before?”

She gave a snort of laughter. “Nope. I really liked it, too!”

I rolled lazily onto my back, taking a big armful of little girl with me. “Good. I’ll let you do it to me any old time. Oh, and it’s called ‘rimming’, by the way.” I pried an eye open, studying the peaceful face of Janelle, now resting on my breasts. “Tell you what, why don’t you rim Sara the next time you make love to her? Surprise her with it.”

“Cool idea!” she chirped. “Okay, now what do we do, Meagan?”

God, kids and their nonstop energy. Hard to believe I’d ever been that way myself.

“How ’bout this. Let’s do nothing for a while. In fact, why don’t we take ourselves a little nap? Get all refreshed for our date tonight.”

She made a face. “Only babies take naps in the afternoon.”

“And old ladies like me. C’mon, just snuggle with me for a while, all nice and quiet. It won’t kill you.”

“Okay, okay.” I felt her settle into me. “Meagan?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you. Lots an’ lots.”

I trailed a hand down her silken back. “I love you too, Sweetie.”

We lay together in cozy silence, punctuated now and then by the chirping of birds. Funny thing — Janelle fell asleep before I did. Her cheek rested against my nipple as she dozed peacefully.

For a couple of minutes I basked in perfect bliss with the cares of the world miles away, cradling a beautiful nude girl to me. Then I drifted off myself.

To be continued… eventually

Editor’s Note: It’s my intention to, at some point, write a concluding chapter to this story — both to bring it to a close and to honor Muffi and her wondrous creation. However, I am currently engaged in several other writing projects (not to mention the requirements of life itself), so it will take some time to complete. Thanks in advance for your patience. And as always, my warmest regards to Muffi. — JetBoy

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 8

  • Posted on January 14, 2017 at 12:29 pm

By Muffi

Editor’s Note: When posting the last-thus-far installments of “My Niece Janelle,” I made a major blunder in the process and left out an entire chapter. Unfortunately, the real Chapter 9 got posted as Chapter 8, so we are correcting that error here and now. Thanks to reader Dave for alerting me to my mistake, sincere apologies to those of you who have been reading this… and one extra-large serving of “I’m sorry,” to Muffi, wherever she may be. — JetBoy

My alarm was beeping insistently in my ear. With enormous effort, I forced my eyelids to open and peered at the clock sitting on the coffee table. Oh, God… 5:30. That would be in the AM. I groaned, and made myself sit up.

My mouth tasted as though the entire Russian army had marched through it during the night, a sure sign that I’d had too much wine. My face was throbbing, and surprisingly — at least to me — I felt a dull ache throughout my entire body. I was stiff all over, joints reluctant to obey me. I wondered vaguely if this was how Colleen was used to feeling every day when she woke up. I didn’t get it. The guy had punched me in the face, once. Why did my whole body hurt like this?

I needed a shower, and I needed caffeine — lots of it. I dragged my protesting body to the kitchen and got some coffee brewing, adding an extra couple of scoops. I wanted it strong. Then I slowly made my way up the stairs, moving as quietly as could.

In my room, I found Sara and Janelle under the covers and snoozing peacefully, their heads touching. I quietly grabbed jeans, a t-shirt and underwear, then slipped back into the hall and into the bathroom. I cautiously closed the door behind me, hoping that I wouldn’t wake Colleen. But it couldn’t wait — I had to have a hot shower.

I looked in the mirror and gasped. My face was a mess. My cheekbone was swollen to double its normal size, the skin looking tight and strained. There was a variety of different colors there, ranging from dark purple to pale yellow, along with varying shades of red and blue. I looked like I’d gone one round too many with a prize fighter and lost the bout.

Appearances can be deceiving, though. After all, he was in jail, and I wasn’t.

I turned on the shower, fiddling with the knob until it was as hot as I could stand. I stepped in, wincing as the fiery needles struck my skin. Once I’d adjusted to the temperature, I let the steaming water pour over my sore body, sighing as my muscles began to relax. I stood there for a good ten minutes, just soaking in the heat and steam. Finally, I reached for the soap and began to wash, taking extra care with my face. It still hurt like hell.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair, stood motionless beneath the water for a few minutes more, then reluctantly turned off the shower and stepped out. The steam was so thick that I almost couldn’t see the mirror, so I switched on the exhaust fan, then dried off, moisturized and, feeling nearly human again, brushed my teeth. That did the trick. Now I was ready for caffeine, and a return to the land of the living.

I dressed quickly and, still barefoot, went downstairs. I had time for a quiet cup of coffee before I needed to wake the girls for school, so I pulled out my big mug, the one with the word BITCH printed on the side in gothic lettering. I was feeling pretty bitchy this morning, too, only in a good way. I’d helped put an abusive husband and father in jail. The fact that he was also a crystal meth dealer was just icing on the cake. I’d also helped his wife to rip him off.

I grinned. Yeah, that’s right. I’m one badass bitch. Don’t you forget it, either.

I sipped my coffee slowly, gratefully. I’m seriously addicted to caffeine. It really is my one true vice. Okay, that and sex. Two vices.

I heard footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later, Colleen cautiously peeped into the kitchen. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. I was again struck by how pretty she was. The change in her within the last eight hours had been nothing short of miraculous.

“Good morning,” I said. “You’re up so early… I thought you’d sleep in.”

“I thought so, too,” she replied. “But I just snapped awake. It took me a minute to realize that I didn’t dream what happened yesterday.”

I laughed quietly. “Nope, you sure didn’t. I have the colors to prove it, too,” I added, pointing at my swollen cheek. She winced.

“There’s coffee made, if you’d like some,” I said. “Or I have tea, if you’d rather.”

“No, coffee is exactly what I need right now,” she replied with a smile.

I pointed to the cupboard. “You’ll find a mug in there,” I said. “Sugar is on the table, and there’s cream in the fridge. Help yourself to what you need.”

“Black,” she said, “is the only way to drink coffee.”

“Oh, you and I will get along just fine,” I said with a snicker.

I watched as she poured herself a mug of coffee, then sat down with me at the table. For a few moments, we sat silently, sipping coffee and listening to the birds outside in the yard.

“Meagan,” she finally began, “I can’t begin to thank you…”

I cut her off. “Rule number one in my house from now on,” I said softly, “is that no one needs to offer any more thank yous to me, or to Michelle. We did what we thought was right, and that’s it. If you want to thank us, then just get that asshole out of your lives, start over again, and make Sara and yourself happy. That’s all the gratitude we need.”

She sat quietly for a moment, then gave me a smile. “Well, then,” she said, “I’ll thank Janelle instead. If she hadn’t made friends with Sara, none of this would have happened.” She hesitated. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“When Sara started school here, she really was kind of an outcast. I mean, I know she’s shy with people, but this time it seemed especially bad. She talked about the other kids always making fun of her, or just acting as if she wasn’t even there. She couldn’t make any friends. Then out of the blue, Janelle called, and invited Sara to her birthday party.” She fell silent.

“Go on,” I said softly, after a moment.

“Well, I guess I just wonder why she did that. I mean, Sara never mentioned Janelle, so I’m pretty sure they didn’t know each other very well when she invited her to the party. It seemed a little strange.”

“As near as I understand it,” I said, “it started one day at lunch. Janelle saw Sara sitting all by herself at a table, and decided to sit with her. She felt bad about of some of the names that the other kids were calling her.”

Colleen gave me a questioning look.

“Uhm… Well, frankly, they were calling her a little dyke. That was instigated by another girl named Sarah, only with an “H” at the end. Janelle doesn’t like that kind of thing.” I gazed steadily into Colleen’s eyes. “You see, she’s defensive about it, because of me.”

“Because of… Oh…” She hesitated, then smiled. “That would mean that Janelle doesn’t like it when people make assumptions about other people.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “She’s an odd kid in some ways. A hyperactive little bundle of energy, it’s true… but she’s also the kindest, wisest little girl I’ve ever known. Basically, she’s just a damn good kid. I’m really proud of her.”

“You won’t get any argument from me,” said Colleen. “Sara has really come out of her shell in these last few days. Having a friend has meant so much to her.”

“Janelle genuinely likes Sara, too,” I said. “She kicked some of her friends to the curb because they were being mean to Sara at the party. Literally threw them out of the house.”

Colleen’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?”

“It was pretty funny, actually. After she told them to leave, poor Sara looked like she wanted to sink into the ground. Janelle just went back to her, and within about five minutes, they’d become the best of friends.”

Colleen shook her head. “Well, I’m grateful to her. Sara’s been a different kid since she’s known Janelle.”

I laughed. “Janelle can do that to a person.” Then I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Time to wake the girls.”

“I’ll get them,” said Colleen, then hesitated. “Uhm…”

“What?”

“You said last night that I might be able to — to borrow some clothes today?”

I nodded. “Of course! Just rummage around in the closet and find something that fits. Take whatever you need. I doubt that my bras will fit you, but there’s clean panties in the top dresser drawer. I brought an outfit from your house for Sara yesterday, but I didn’t even think to grab anything for you.”

“Thanks,” she said softly. “I’ll go wake the girls, and get them ready for school.”

“Okay,” I replied. “I’ll get their breakfast ready.”

The next hour was a flurry of activity as the girls tumbled into the kitchen, inhaled breakfast, then dashed back upstairs to get dressed, returning with backpacks on their shoulders. Colleen offered to drive them to school, and I didn’t argue with her.

When she and the girls had left, I called Michelle, who told me that she would be at the police station swearing out a search warrant for the Davidson property, and that Colleen and I should meet her there, soon as we could.

Later at the station, we gave our statements separately, each of us filing a complaint against the lardass. Colleen was something of a star during this process; it’s not very often in our area that the cops have a chance to make a bust as huge as this one was going to be. Most of the drug arrests in our area consisted of teenagers getting nabbed with a little bit of pot. A meth lab was big-time crimebusting for the local constabulary.

We then had to go through the process of documenting Colleen’s injuries. Michelle took the pictures, and I stayed with Colleen the whole time. I winced as she removed her clothes. He’d been smart enough not to leave marks on her face, but her back and legs were a mass of old and new bruises, ranging from black to a dull, mottled red. Everything was photographed, and Michelle gave Colleen the name of a counsellor who works with abused women and children. I hoped that she’d make an appointment. She needed someone to help her take back her life.

Before we left, Michelle told us that because Colleen had been the one to turn the lardass in for his drug operation, the District Attorney had ordered that the house and any property other than drug money and the manufacturing equipment itself would not be seized. That was good; it meant that Colleen and Sara would still have a home. She also told us that the search was being conducted at that moment, and that the house wouldn’t be available until late that evening.

I figured the place was probably going to be a mess once the police were done combing through it, so I offered to let Colleen and Sara stay with me again that night. Colleen refused, though, saying she wanted to get her home into order, starting with clearing out everything that belonged to her husband. She did ask if Sara could spend the night, though. Of course, I agreed. I had a feeling that Janelle would just love to have Sara in bed with her again.

By then it was getting close to lunchtime, so we stopped and had sandwiches and coffee before heading back to my place. When we arrived, Colleen told me that she wanted to go to the mall and pick up a few things for herself and Sara. Before leaving, she called her boss and told him she wouldn’t be in that evening. When she explained why, he apparently decided not to give her a hard time about it. She told him she’d be in the following day.

After Colleen left to do her shopping, I flopped onto the couch and took a long, deep breath. It had been non-stop craziness since yesterday afternoon, and my face was still throbbing dully. I was just about to turn on the television for background noise to nap to when I remembered my laptop… and how I’d used its webcam to record Janelle and Sara after they’d turned in last night.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel the need for a nap any longer.

I bounded up the stairs to my room and grabbed the laptop from the dresser, flopping back on my bed with it in my hands. I powered it up, then brought up the video file from the webcam capture.

At first, there was a few moments of silence, my bed the only thing visible on the screen. Then I saw Janelle and Sara come into the room and pile into my bed, laughing and complaining about having to change rooms. I watched myself enter a few seconds later, getting a t-shirt and panties from the dresser.

“Good night, you two,” I heard myself say as I exited, followed by the girls’ sing-song chorus of “Good night!” to me.

I held my breath, staring at the screen and hoping that they had chosen to continue with the little game of mutual self-exploration they were engaged in earlier. I wasn’t disappointed.

With hushed giggles, I watched them throw off the covers, sit up and quickly strip out of their t-shirts and underpants. Good idea, I told myself… and with a moan of desire, I paused the video and quickly shed my jeans and panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor. I left the shirt on, though, just in case I heard Colleen returning sooner than expected and I needed to dress quickly.

I settled back on the bed, shoulders and head propped up on a pillow and the laptop placed next to me. With a hand already between my legs, lightly stroking myself, I started the video again.

On my computer, The two girls were now lying side by side, the soft light from the two bedside lamps illuminating their naked bodies. Janelle, still in her role as teacher, was in a pose that was almost identical to my own that first time that I’d laid beside her, watching as she pleasured herself. Her head was propped on one hand, and the other was between her legs. She had a knee raised, allowing her fingers easy access to the soft folds of her sex. I followed Janelle’s intent gaze as she stared at the beautiful little girl lying next to her.

“See how good it feels if you make little circles?” Janelle whispered.

I watched as Sara followed Janelle’s suggestion, her first two fingers sliding smoothly into the cleft formed by her labia. Her hand began to move, and she gasped in astonishment.

“See? It feels awesome, huh?” said Janelle.

Sara’s eyes slowly drifted shut as she nodded in response. As I watched, her legs parted, allowing me to see more of her pretty pink pussy. I felt a spasm of lust as I watched her hips begin to rise and fall to the rhythm of her flexing wrist.

Hungry for pleasure, I dug two fingers into my pussy. It was soaking wet.

I could see Janelle’s hand moving slowly between her own legs as she stimulated herself while watching her friend. The look on her face was at once both focused and dreamy. She obviously enjoyed playing instructor on Sara’s first voyage of sexual self-discovery.

Amazed, I watched Janelle draw her hand from between her thighs and reach out to gently brush Sara’s left nipple with her fingertips. She was imitating what I’d done with her! I groaned, firmly rubbing the heel of my hand against my clit as I probed deeper into my pussy.

Sara’s mouth fell open as she gasped at Janelle’s touch, her hips thrusting faster now. Her eyes were still closed, and it was then that I saw Janelle’s head turn until she was staring at the webcam. It was as though she was gazing right into my eyes. Stunned, I watched her smile, then wink.

She knew! The little minx knew that the camera was on! And she was making damn sure that I had plenty to see, too. My pussy fairly gushed, warm liquid oozing over my fingers. I felt another spasm, accompanied by a deep warmth spreading like wildfire through my belly.

Grinning, Janelle turned back to Sara. Her hand, still touching her friend’s breast, now trailed lazily downward until her fingers were resting atop Sara’s, helping her masturbate. She then bent down and gently kissed Sara on the mouth. There was no response for a moment, then with a happy sigh, Sara begin to shyly return Janelle’s kiss.

As I watched, Sara’s free arm curled around Janelle’s neck, their kissing growing increasingly passionate. My heart was thudding violently as I saw Sara take her hand away from her mound, giving Janelle direct access to the glistening treasure between her legs. As Janelle slid one finger through the smooth folds of flesh, Sara’s hand moved to cover hers — not helping, just resting on top of the fingers that were now manipulating her sex.

My next surprise came when I saw Janelle place the tip of her index finger at the entrance of Sara’s slit, then carefully slide it inside the little girl… and a startled Sara gave a small whimper of fear, shaking her head from side to side as she pulled away. “D-don’t,” she stammered.

Janelle gazed down at her little lover. “Shhh… I won’t go in far, I promise,” she said soothingly. “Just the end of my finger, ‘kay? It’ll feel really good, you’ll see.”

After a moment, Sara nodded, though she still seemed uneasy. Janelle leaned down again to recapture Sara’s lips with her own as she gently stroked her friend’s labia, trying her best to rekindle the mood.

And as the intensity of their kiss rose, Janelle once again slid the tip of her finger into what must have been an amazingly tight little pussy. Sara gasped once, tensing momentarily; then slowly relaxed, sighing deeply as Janelle began to move that half-inch or so of her finger back and forth, penetrating her for what surely had to be the first time.

If Janelle was acting merely on instinct, she was doing an excellent job. As she continued to work her fingertip in and out of Sara’s pussy, her thumb began to toy with the tiny, budding clitoris. Sara’s hips were beginning to thrust almost violently; the muffled, mewling sounds of her arousal clearly audible even through the deep kiss the two were still locked in.

I felt yet another surge of heat shoot through my belly as Sara froze, her tiny ass raised up from the bed. Then, with a violent shudder, she locked her arms around Janelle’s neck, whimpering her way through what appeared to be an amazing orgasm.

When Sara finally relaxed, sinking down into the bed, her face was a study in wonder and amazement. She tried several times to speak, but couldn’t seem to get any words to come out. Janelle had moved up to lie next to her, cradling the small body to her own, stroking Sara’s hair and whispering something that I couldn’t quite catch. I saw her eyes shift to the camera again, that slow, almost insolent smile spreading across her face for an instant. The little wench knew exactly what she was doing, even if I wasn’t quite sure what her game was.

“Ohmygod, Janelle,” Sara finally managed, “that was crazy!”

“I told ya it was awesome,” Janelle replied, nuzzling Sara’s forehead.

Then Sara raised her head, staring into Janelle’s eyes with what I would have to call a penetrating gaze. “Where’d you learn how ta do that?”

I felt a little stab of fear at the base of my spine. Shit, I should have seen that one coming…

“I can’t tell ya,” Janelle said. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“Was it somebody at school? You can trust me, Janelle. Who was it? Pleeeease?”

“Nuh-uh,” said Janelle, shaking her head. “I can’t. I promised, and I don’t break promises.”

Sara gave Janelle a mock pout, then lay back down with a sigh. Her clasped hands were resting on her chest as Janelle held her close.

“Janelle?”

“Yeah?”

“Um… are we dykes now?”

I saw Janelle shrug her shoulders. “I dunno,” she said. “Even if we are, does it matter?”

“The kids at school will think so,” Sara replied.

“Yeah, kids like Sarah and her stupid friends,” scoffed Janelle. “Who cares what they think? Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna go ta school tomorrow an’ run around tellin’ everybody.”

Sara giggled. Janelle continued to stroke her skin and hair, gently kissing her face every now and then.

“Janelle?”

“Hmmm?”

“Can we do it again?”

Janelle smiled and bent down to kiss her briefly on the mouth. “Course we can, silly. If we ask, we’ll be able ta have sleepovers almost all the time, I bet.”

“No, that’s not… Well, yeah, I’d like that too. But, I mean…” Sara hesitated for a moment. “I mean, can we do it again right now?”

Janelle grinned. “Well, yeah, if you wanna.”

Sara pushed herself up onto her elbows so that she was staring deep into Janelle’s eyes. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I really wanna do it again.”

The two girls stared at each other for a moment, then, slowly, their lips came together in a tender kiss.

Janelle’s hand slid languidly down along Sara’s flank, making the girl shiver; I was certain that if the camera had been closer, I would have seen goosebumps on her skin.

Janelle broke the kiss first, brushing Sara’s hair back with one hand. “Want me ta show you somethin’ that’s even better than what we just did?” she asked.

“Better?” said Sara, her voice incredulous. “No way. Nothin’ could be better than that was.”

“You wanna bet?” said Janelle, grinning. “Lay back, and I’ll show ya.”

Sara quickly positioned herself on her back, head and shoulders resting on the pillow. Janelle rose to her knees, flashing a quick look at the camera and raising her eyebrows for an instant. That little witch! She scooted forward so that she was kneeling between Sara’s thighs. Leaning over to place a hand on either side of her wide-eyed lover, Janelle bent down to hover above Sara, their faces about an inch apart.

“Just stay like that,” she whispered. “This is gonna be awesome.” And she claimed Sara’s mouth with hers.

As Sara’s arms snaked around Janelle’s neck, I gazed in a lust-filled agony at the sight on the screen: Sara, flat on her back and legs spread wide, the pale pink folds of her pussy exposed and waiting for Janelle’s loving attention. As for Janelle, she was on her hands and knees, thighs parted slightly so that I could see her plump labia and, just above, the tightly crinkled rosebud of her anus.

I couldn’t wait a second longer. I was nearly mad with desire, desperate for release. I hit pause, and with that image frozen on the screen, I rampaged through my first orgasm of the day, vibrating from head to foot in sweet ecstasy. I was so turned on that it happened in a matter of seconds.

When the room had stopped spinning, I took a deep breath and started the video again. The realization that Janelle had known she was being recorded gave this entire scene a whole new significance. My little lover had been performing for me. She knew that I would be watching this, and she knew what I’d be doing while I watched.

Enraptured, fingers still roaming through the dripping folds of my pussy, I drank in the sight of my niece — my lover — as she began to kiss Sara’s neck, gradually moving downwards until she was nuzzling the pale pink nipples. She might have been a little awkward at first, but she’d clearly been paying attention to what I’d done with her. Janelle took her time, pleasuring Sara with her fingers, lips, tongue… and little Sara was beginning to move to the rhythm of an ages-old dance on my bed as she responded to her partner’s caresses.

I moaned in anticipation as Janelle kissed a path down Sara’s body until she lay between her thin legs, inches from the girl’s baby-smooth vulva, moistening her lips before moving in to take that first taste of pussy. And even though Janelle’s head blocked me from getting a more explicit view of the action, Sara’s response to what could only have been a warm, wet tongue on her sensitive folds more than made up for that. The little girl’s head rolled from side to side as her panting grew increasingly heated.

I felt another climax building quickly, hot tendrils of electricity spreading through my lower belly. The slippery walls of my pussy contracted around my busy fingers, and my hips fell naturally into a rhythm that matched Sara’s on the computer screen. Together, she and I were working our way to a mutual orgasm, and I was pretty sure that mine was going to be of epic proportions.

Janelle had wrapped her arms under and around Sara’s thighs, hands resting flat on her lover’s hips. I gaped as her strawberry blonde head bobbed up and down, my imagination supplying the image of her little pink tongue lapping eagerly at Sara’s bare pussy.

Sara suddenly stuffed a knuckle into her mouth, telling me without words that Janelle had found her clitoris. And as the child’s muffled wail rose, I attacked my own clit with renewed abandon. Her body suddenly went rigid along with mine, the two of us uniting across time in a shattering orgasm, my choked cry of pleasure mingling with her disbelieving gasps of ecstasy as they crackled through the tiny speakers of the computer.

Shivering and twitching in the aftershocks of my rapture, I struggled to catch my breath as I watched Sara gradually drift back to earth. Her mouth loosened its grip on her hand, then she slowly relaxed, sinking into the bed’s comforting embrace as her chest heaved.

Janelle rested her head on Sara’s upper thigh, one hand gently stroking the glistening petals of her young lover’s pussy.

“I did it… I really did it!” an awed Janelle quietly exclaimed.

“What d’you mean?” asked Sara breathlessly.

Janelle was actually blushing. “Well… I never really did that before,” she said. “I mean, I had it done ta me, but I never actually did it ta someone else before.”

Sara was silent for a moment, then gave her friend a shy grin. “Well, it was pretty awesome anyway.”

“Really?” Janelle lifted her head to look at Sara. “Did you really like it?”

“Ohmygod, yes! That was the most awesome thing I ever felt!”

Janelle giggled. “See? I told ya it was gonna be even better.”

“Boy, it sure was,” said Sara, sighing contentedly.

Janelle squirmed her way up to the head of the bed until she was lying next to Sara. The two girls wrapped their arms around one another, kissing and nuzzling, whispered giggles issuing from the speakers. They looked so utterly adorable, yet so incredibly erotic at the same time.

Finally, they lay back, looking up at the ceiling, hands clasped together between them.

“Do I taste weird?” asked Sara, suddenly curious. “Y’know… down there?”

Janelle shook her head. “Nuh-uh. It tastes kinda nice. Strange, but in a nice way.”

I could see their eyelids beginning to grow heavy. They’d apparently worn themselves out.

“Janelle?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time,” Sara said, “would it be okay if I do it ta you?”

Janelle smiled as she turned to face Sara. “Yeah,” she whispered. “If you really want to, I’d like that.”

“I really want to,” said Sara. She paused. “Ya know what?”

“What?”

“If this makes us dykes,” Sara said, “then I don’t care. That was the coolest thing I’ve ever done!”

“Yeah, I think so too,” Janelle said, grinning.

The two settled in, pulling the covers over themselves and cuddling together. A few moments later, I could tell that they were fast asleep. Janelle was even snoring lightly. I smiled at that.

There was about fifteen minutes left of the recording, a steady view of the two girls cuddled in one another’s arms as they slept. Then I came into the room to get Colleen a pair of pajamas, pausing before I left to turn off the webcam.

I closed the viewer, powered down the laptop, and lay back on my bed, mind whirling. Janelle had been into what they were doing, that was obvious. But she’d also seemed to take a mischievous delight in letting me know she was aware that I was spying on them.

Suddenly I wondered if she’d like the idea of using the webcam to capture the two of us making love some time, so she could watch it later. Something told me that she would. Hell, I’d probably be into that myself.

Much as I hated to, I needed to get up and put some clothes on before Colleen returned. What I really wanted to do was start the video over again. I couldn’t risk that, though. After all, it wouldn’t do to have Colleen walk in on me masturbating as I watched Janelle bring her daughter to orgasm. Try explaining something like that to a parent…

Quickly dressing, I went downstairs to my office, taking the laptop with me. I quickly copied the video over to my desktop machine, then encrypted the file.

That taken care of, I went to the garage and pulled two rats from the freezer to feed Ellie and Nellie later in the evening. Maybe Sara would like to do that. I also made a mental note to stop by Janelle’s tomorrow so that we could feed her boa.

That’s when it hit me. I’d told Colleen that Sara could spend the night, but Janelle and I had to leave at about five in the morning for the trip to see her grandfather. I’d have to tell Colleen that I wouldn’t be able to take Sara after all.

I pulled a package of ground beef from the freezer for dinner. I figured that I’d make burgers tonight, since Janelle doesn’t like the onions in my meatloaf recipe. Wanting to give the kids something besides meat and bread, I decided to make potato salad as well. I’d charbroil the burgers on the grill, and we’d have ourselves a real summertime meal. Quick, easy and delicious.

I was draining the potatoes when Colleen made her triumphant return, several large bags heavier and a wide grin on her face.

“Well, hi there!” I greeted her, as she came into the kitchen. “You look pretty happy.”

“I had a blast today!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t go crazy, but I got a couple of new outfits for me and Sara. It felt so good to finally buy something decent for her to wear.”

I grinned. “Yeah, it’s amazing what a new outfit can do to lift your spirits, isn’t it?”

Colleen laughed. “Oh, Meagan, you have no idea.”

“Sara will be overjoyed, I’m sure,” I said.

Colleen took in what I was doing. “Potato salad?” she asked. I nodded. Then she spotted the rats, in their vacuum-sealed packages, lying on the counter.

“Uhm… What are those?” she asked, her eyes suddenly huge.

“That’s right,” I said, laughing as I rinsed my hands and dried them. “With all the excitement yesterday, you didn’t get to see Ellie and Nellie.” She looked at me curiously. “Come on,” I said. “Sara’s already met them, and she thinks they’re just too cool.”

I led the way into the living room and pointed out the two large glass terrariums. Colleen gasped at the sight. “That one is Ellie,” I said, pointing, “and that’s Nellie.” Colleen just stood and stared. “Uhm, you aren’t afraid of snakes, are you?”

“No, not at all,” said Colleen. “They’re just so… so big!”

“Yeah, I kind of spoil them,” I said. “They eat more than a lot of pet snakes do.”

“You said Sara has… met them?”

I nodded. “Yes, she has. She’s even held them for a little while.”

Colleen stared at me in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding! She wasn’t afraid?”

“She didn’t seem to be,” I replied. “Janelle was with her, so she might have been trying not to let it show that she was scared, but I don’t think so. She seemed to think that holding snakes was pretty cool, actually.”

“Well, I’m not afraid,” Colleen said, “but I’ll leave holding them to someone else.”

“Don’t worry. Most people feel that way,” I laughed.

As we walked back to the kitchen, I remembered about the trip the next day. “Colleen, I’m really sorry, but I’m not going to able to keep Sara tonight.”

I told her what was going on… how Janelle and I would be leaving early in the morning, much too early to take Sara to school. Then I added, “Of course, if you don’t mind her taking a day off from school, she could just go with us. We’ll be coming back pretty late tomorrow night, but I could always let her stay here with Janelle again.”

Colleen hesitated. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” she asked. “I mean, this is really family time, isn’t it?”

“Actually, it would be a good thing if she did come,” I replied. “He’s my brother-in-law’s dad, so I’m not immediate family. I like him, and I’ll want to visit for a few minutes, but Janelle’s the one who needs to be there with her parents and grandparents. To be honest, I’d appreciate having Sara along to keep me company. We could go hang out at the mall or something.”

Colleen nodded soberly. “It would be a huge help to me, if you’re sure it’s okay. I’m not off work again until Sunday, so it would be nice if Sara has someone to be with her while I’m at the diner.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled,” I said. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll just bring her here tomorrow night, and then take her home Saturday morning, so you can spend some time with her. If you want, you can drop her off here on your way to work Saturday, and if it’s okay for her to wait up, just pick her up on your way home. After that…” I paused to think. “After that, we’ll work on finding a regular sitter for her at your house. Until then, though, we’ll wing it, and she can stay with me when you’re working.”

Colleen nodded. “Thanks, Meagan. And don’t you dare tell me not to thank you! I don’t know if I’d be able to manage all of this without your help.”

I could see the sincerity in her eyes. “You’re very welcome, Colleen,” I said. “Seriously, I like Sara. She’s fun to have around, and she helps keep Janelle out of my hair when she’s here.”

She smiled shyly at me. “I’m glad we’re becoming friends, Meagan,” she said. “It means so much to me.”

“I’m glad, too,” I replied. I meant it, too. I had really come to care about this woman.

No, not like that. I know what you’re thinking, but I was in love… and my heart’s desire was a third-grade girl who hadn’t come home from school yet.

While it was still on my mind, I excused myself to phone my sister Kate. I filled her in on everything that had happened, and told her that Sara would be coming along with myself and Janelle. She asked me if I was okay. When I told her that I wouldn’t be winning any beauty contests, she wanted to know what else was new. The bitch.

By then, it was almost time to pick the girls up from school. Once again, Colleen volunteered for taxi duty, so I told her that she could eat with us before going home to start cleaning up whatever mess the cops had left behind.

While she was gone, I finished the potato salad and made hamburger patties. I started a fresh pot of coffee, and was just about to kick back and relax when the two girls came tearing into the house, shrieking with laughter. Well, so much for relaxation, I thought, rolling my eyes.

Colleen was a few steps behind them, a grin on her face. “Watch out!” she giggled, “they’re both pretty wound up.”

Janelle went straight to the refrigerator, rummaging for a snack. She turned around with two apples, handing one to Sara before taking a huge bite out of hers. “Hi, Aunt Meagan!” she cried, around a mouthful of half-chewed apple.

I shook my head, giving her a look of grave concern. “Janelle, I don’t know how you survive the school day,” I said. “You have to go, what, three whole hours without eating? Two times a day, even — before and after lunch!”

Janelle grinned. “That’s why I eat so much when I get home,” she said.

“Sara,” Colleen said, barely able to contain her excitement, “why don’t you come with me? I have a couple of surprises for you.”

“Surprises?” Sara gasped. “What kinda surprises?”

“Oh, I did some shopping today,” Colleen replied. “Not a lot, but I got some things for you. Come on, let’s take a look.”

The two of them left the kitchen. I heard the rustle of plastic bags, and a delighted squeal from Sara. I guess she must have peeked.

I turned back to Janelle, giving her “the look.”

“All right, young lady,” I said quietly, but with an expression of mock-severity. “You have some explaining to do.”

She gave me a surprised look. “What?” she said.

“Do you have any idea what you did to me today?”

She stared at me for a moment longer. Then I saw her struggle to keep from smiling as her eyes widened innocently. “What’d I do?” she asked, with an guileless blink.

I took a step closer to her. “You know very well what you did, you sexy little witch,” I said in a stage whisper.

Her face transformed, a sly smile spreading across her features. “Did you like what you saw?” she asked, her eyes intent.

I leaned down and kissed her, giving her lips a quick swipe with my tongue. “I came twice watching you,” I breathed into her ear.

“I was wishin’ it was you I was doin’ it to,” she said softly.

“Soon, Sweetie, I promise. I can’t wait.” I nuzzled the side of her neck, then straightened. “But I’m a little hurt, too,” I said, pouting at her. “I wanted to be the first pussy you kissed.”

She gave me a rather seductive smile. “I was practicin’ for ya,” she said softly. “Now I know what I’m doin’ a lot better.”

“From the way Sara was reacting, I’d say that’s true,” I replied. She actually blushed. “Tell me… how did you know I was recording you?”

She grinned. “I didn’t, not for sure. But I ‘membered how you got that picture of Sara’s back, an’ I saw the little blue light was on, so I kinda hoped you were gonna watch us.”

I reached out and tapped the tip of Janelle’s nose with my finger. “You have an evil little mind,” I said. “I like that about you.”

A muffled shout came from upstairs. “Janelle! Come see what my Mom got for me!”

Janelle gave me a quick apple-flavored kiss and bounded from the kitchen. I watched her go, staring appreciatively at that perfect little butt until she was out of sight, then sighing deeply.

I was hopelessly, helplessly, head-over-heels in love. It was wonderful.

Sara came skipping into the kitchen a few minutes later, grinning from ear to ear. She did a rather awkward pirouette for me, showing off new blue jeans, a pretty pink sleeveless top with a scalloped neckline, and brand new sneakers.

“Look at you,” I said excitedly. “You look hot, girl!”

She blushed prettily, suddenly returning to her shy demeanor with me. Quietly, though, she said, “And there’s four more outfits, too. My Mom got ‘em for me today.” She hesitated for a moment, her pretty face suddenly touched by worry. “I just hope…”

“What, Sweetheart?”

“My Dad.” She spoke in a near-whisper.

I dropped to my knees before Sara, wrapping my arms around her. Stroking the back of her head, I said quietly, right next to her ear, “Sara, you listen to me, okay, Sweetie? I mean it — listen to me. He is not going to get out of jail, not for a long, long time. And even when he does get released, you and your Mom are going to be long gone from here. He’s not going to be able to find you. You and your Mom are safe now, Baby. You’re safe, and he can’t hurt you anymore.”

Sara pulled back to search my eyes. “You promise?”

“I do,” I replied. “And I don’t break promises.”

Sara looked at me strangely for a moment, then nodded, seemingly satisfied. I released her from the hug and stood as Colleen came into view, following Janelle into the kitchen. Colleen looked at me curiously, but I gave a quick shake of my head.

Janelle wanted to know if she and Sara could watch a movie; and I agreed, watching the two of them head into the living room. When they were gone, Colleen looked at me.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Just a little nervousness,” I replied. “She was worried her father might get out. I promised her that was not going to happen.”

“You know,” she said with a sigh, “I’m actually beginning to believe that.”

“Honey, Michelle is going to make sure that not only will they throw the book at him, but the entire library. Trust me on that. She’s one formidable cop.”

“I can believe that,” Colleen sighed. “She looks like someone you don’t want to mess with.”

“That’s Michelle,” I laughed. “Just ask your husband.”

“I would have paid good money to see him taken down by a woman,” she said, suddenly giggling.

“I wish I could describe it for you, but I was down, too, and all I saw was stars. I heard the gun go off, though. I thought she shot him for a minute there.” Her eyes widened. “It was a warning shot. He wouldn’t listen when she told him to stop. He was going to keep coming for me. She fired in the air, and I guess that stopped him dead in his tracks.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “Now I’m even more impressed with her. She’s quite a woman.”

“Anyway,” I said, “enough about the lardass. Why don’t we skip doing dinner here, and go to McMurphy’s and have burgers for dinner, and then you can head over to your place to start getting things back in order. The girls will love going out to eat. Then we can come back here, and you can head out to your place.”

“That works for me,” Colleen replied. “Sara will love going out in her new clothes. God, five little outfits, and you’d think I was a goddess.”

“Yeah, well, she’s not used to being allowed to have nice things,” I said. “Something tells me that’s about to change, though.”

“Oh, you bet it is,” she said vehemently. “The sooner the better, too. Nice things for herself, and a nice home, too. Speaking of which, I’m going to need to pick your brain on who I can hire around here to do a few fix-up and remodeling jobs for me.”

I grinned. “I just happen to have a brother-in-law who is very good at that kind of thing. And he won’t gouge you on the price. In fact, if he knows you’re my friend, he’ll cut you a deal.”

“Excellent! We’ll talk about that later, then. Let’s round up the girls. I’m starving!”

“Me, too,” I said. “Let’s get going.”

And as Colleen and I left the house, one question preyed on my mind: Should I let the girls sleep with me tonight?

Come what may, it promised to be a very interesting evening…

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