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So When Will I Hear Back?

  • Posted on June 2, 2018 at 10:05 am

By: Cheryl Taggert

This blog entry is mostly for those who are interested in submitting work to Juicy Secrets, but I hope it is of interest to everyone. It will provide some “behind the scenes” information and ask for patience when submitting work.

So, here is the process and how we handle things here at Juicy Secrets.

Let’s say an erotica author, Ima Writer, submits a story to the Juicy Secrets email address (juicysecrets@email.com). First, Ima gets a gold star because she read the Submission Guidelines like any author submitting to a publication would (either online or in print). If Ima is truly a writer, she is aware that all organizations that accept work for publication are not joking about those submission guidelines. In fact, they are actually misnamed. They should be called “Submission Requirements.” Calling them guidelines suggests following them is optional if you want your work considered for publication. They aren’t. Mainstream editors (i.e., those who get paid to read submitted material) discard any submissions to them that don’t follow the guidelines without reading a word of the text. That is a completely true statement.

Next, one of the site’s staff (unpaid, by the way) opens the site email, which is checked every few days, though sometimes a week or more might pass before we get around to it. (Hey, it’s our email; we can check it as time permits.) The staff member who opens the email notices Ima’s submission. He or she probably reads a bit of it, if not all, before forwarding it to the rest of the staff for consideration. If an opinion has been formed by the first person to see it, that opinion is usually included in the email. We will see things like, “I looked at it and think it would be good for the site with a little tweaking,” or “It’s not bad, but it needs a lot of work.” The worst thing to see is, “I really didn’t like it because (various reasons discussed here).” Another bad thing to find is a story that is good as far as the story itself goes, but the work will need a lot of editing before it is made available for our readers. Remember, you come here to read what is offered because of the quality of the fiction we share. You want wankers (fast tales with no build-up or sense of character) or numerous typos? Go elsewhere, please. Speaking of typos, they demonstrate an amateur approach to writing. You should be sending things you’ve at least cleaned up a bit. Any writing you send us should always be the best you can make it before you press “SEND.” As I’ve said before, a first draft is good for only two things: editing or the trash can. And that goes for every author you’ve ever read, even the really famous ones (in fact, especially the really famous ones.)

Another good thing to try is reading your story out loud. You can catch far more errors doing that than if you read it silently. If you’re like me and have a spouse who also enjoys erotica like ours, it can be a LOT of fun, believe me!

Okay, so staff member A opens the email, reads at least some of it, and forwards the rest for us to read and make a decision. Staff members B, C, and D (yep, that’s all of us) read the story and we exchange emails, sometimes over the course of a week or more, about the story and our individual reactions to it. The clincher here is that the site owners (at this point JetBoy and I, since Naughty Mommy is unable for the time being to participate more than sporadically at best) have final say on any story. If either one of us says no, the story will not appear on the Juicy Secrets website. When Naughty Mommy returns full-time, she will also have veto power on a story. It’s not a “majority rules” decision, and it never has been. Occasionally, one of the site’s owners voting “no” has been convinced to go along with publishing a story if the other(s) are in favor of it, but that is a rare occurrence. Amanda Lynn and PoppaBear have input, but their votes lack veto power.

Once a final decision is made, one of us will contact the author and inform him or her that the story has either been accepted or rejected. If it is rejected, we try to give some of the reasons why. None of us are much in favor of the “form rejection.” Also, even acceptances can come with a “but it needs a little more work” comment. Usually, a “no” response from the author regarding our offer to help improve the story results in a “Then no thanks” from us.

This process can take as much as two or three weeks if we are busy with lots of things. For instance, since the transition involving bringing Amanda Lynn and PoppaBear on, things have sometimes been rather hectic. They’re calming down a bit now, but any change in how things are handled causes a hectic atmosphere for at least a little while.

Now, let’s compare this to the “real” publishing world in which non-erotic stories are submitted for publication in print and/or electronic periodicals. I submit to these publications. At least once a week, sometimes more often, I submit a short story (non-erotic) to a journal. This is accomplished through a service called Duotrope, which has listings of hundreds of periodicals and what each is looking for in fiction, nonfiction, poetry, visual art, etc. I submit to these with full knowledge of their “average response time.” For each of these periodicals, there is generally a small percentage of submitted work that never receives a response, either positive or negative. In other words, an author will submit his or her work and never hear back from the periodical. Never. Generally, the average response time is around 3-6 months. That means that when I submit a story, I can expect not to hear one word about it for at least three months.

Fortunately, many of these publications accept what is known as “simultaneous submissions,” meaning they will accept a story, etc., that has been submitted somewhere else at the same time. It’s a “first to accept gets to publish it” kind of thing. Mostly, however, stories receive a form rejection. It’s worded something like this: “Thank you for your recent submission to XYZ Magazine. Unfortunately, it does not match what we are looking for at this time.” That’s it. I have many emails that say this. However, the good news is that I have also received an email from one publication that has accepted a story of mine. Now, if I can just get a few more of those.

So, dear writers of erotica, keep in mind that if we take two weeks or even three to respond with a decision, it could be much worse. Also, consider this: Perhaps we’ve not contacted you because one of us is trying to convince someone to accept your work instead of reject it. (Yes, that happens here at Juicy Secrets, as well as at mainstream literature publishers, though it’s not successful often in either case.)

Once we have accepted your story, we edit it before it goes in the queue. A date is decided by our webmaster, Amanda Lynn, for when your story will be published at our site. It could be a week, or it could be longer. If the story needs editing, it could be considerably longer. JetBoy, PoppaBear, and I all do editing. (I’ve done more since feeling much better.) This includes the stories from other sites we wish to publish in our archive as well. There is always a lot on our plates as far as editing goes, and adding unpublished stories to that mix can cause a delay to get your story posted on the site.

The good news is once we accept your story, we will usually accept more from you. If we accept the first few chapters of a longer work, we expect you to complete the work at some point. If you don’t think you can finish it, don’t submit it.

A quick story here about that. Purple Les sent us the first chapter of her now famous “My Family, Friends, and Sex,” with a note that it was her first effort at writing a story. While there were some things to clean up, I daresay anyone who has read it knows it’s a very hot, and immensely well-told narrative. Purple Les has talent. Chapter 28 of that saga was posted recently. She knows how many more chapters will be written before the book is done. She would tell you she was never a professional writer, but she also has perseverance in addition to the talent, and she will see things through to the end. Of course, it is our sincerest wish and hope that this is not her LAST effort by any means. She promised to keep at it until she’d told the whole tale, and she has–or at least she will be finished soon. We understand when life interferes or a sort of writer’s block occurs with a story. But you should plan on finishing a work. You don’t need to be a professional writer to accomplish writing a long work, as Purple Les has demonstrated–very admirably.

So, please be patient when you submit to us. We try to reply to all emails when we open them to assure the author their work has been received and is being considered. That is something we are trying to do a better job of. Also, please remember we are all volunteers. Nobody gets one penny for doing any of this. It is all strictly a labor of love.

Thank you for reading this. If you have a story you wish to submit, by all means, send it on. Just be sure to click the link to the Submission Guidelines above first. Then read and follow them! Also, if you see a story somewhere else that you think is good enough for the archive, tell us that as well. But we ask that you PLEASE use the email for that, not the comments section of a story or any of the website’s different areas. Our acceptance or rejection of a story for the archive, for whatever reason, should not be a public discussion.

Now, happy reading and writing!

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 15

  • Posted on March 17, 2018 at 11:44 am

By Cheryl Taggert

That afternoon at swim practice, Sandra sought Corinne’s mother, Gayle, who was a redhead like her daughter. She had promised to discuss Corinne’s burgeoning sexuality with her to help Corinne become more at ease and less worried that her mom would have a fit if she knew Corinne was discovering sexual desire.

Sandra and Gayle were members of a local garden club, with Gayle the newest member, and the two women had served on a committee together, where they had gotten to know each other better. They had talked several times about their lives, and Sandra had learned about the existence of Corinne even before the girl had joined the same swim club her family belonged to.

She knew Gayle had almost certainly thought about the fact her daughter was growing up, and subsequently would have at least masturbated, even though that rather personal subject had never been broached by either of them before. However, Sandra’s offer to speak to Gayle hid other motives. Frankly, she would love to see if Gayle was a little bit interested in a liaison herself. She found the redhead extremely attractive. The woman’s eyes were the color of jade. She kept her hair cut short in a pixie cut, making her look more like a teenager than the mother of one. Her lightly freckled skin was otherwise flawless, if you could call freckles a flaw. She had a slender, almost boyish figure–slim hips and boobs that would barely fill a B-cup that seemed perfect for her 5′ 2″ frame.

She noticed Gayle coming out of the swim club’s ladies’ dressing area and managed to get her attention and signal her over.

“Sandra, how are you?” Gayle asked, leaning down to where Sandra was sitting to plant a peck on the woman’s cheek.

“Doing fine. I just thought that since your daughter spent the night last night at my place, we could have a little talk.”

Gayle frowned at Sandra, wondering if Corinne had done something rude. It would be unlike her daughter to do that, but she could think of no other reason Sandra would want to talk about Corinne.

Sandra saw the look and said, “Oh, there’s nothing wrong. I just, well, noticed some things and wanted to have a mom-to-mom talk, if you know what I mean.”

Relief flooded Gayle and she relaxed, although the confusion about what Sandra meant by “mom-to-mom” remained. “Sure,” she said, allowing Sandra to broach whatever topic was on her mind.

“I assume you’ve noticed your little girl is growing up,” Sandra began, eliciting a confused nod from Gayle. “Well, she came to me and wanted to talk about something, and when I suggested she talk to you about it, she was, to say the least, reluctant.”

Gayle’s look of confusion once again shifted to one of mild worry. “What was she able to talk to you about that she wasn’t able to talk to me about?”

“Well, to put it bluntly, sex.”

Gayle sat back. She was both surprised and understanding. Lots of girls had an easier time discussing things like that with someone other than their mother, but a small pang of jealousy still landed on her heart. She had always hoped her daughter would feel okay discussing anything with her, but apparently, she couldn’t.

“What, exactly, did she say?” Gayle asked.

“Well, she is, um, having certain feelings,” Sandra answered. When she got no response from Gayle other than that same confused look, she said, “She gets horny.”

Gayle made a face that said ‘of course, how could I be so dense?’ She said, “She told you this?”

Sandra didn’t want to make it seem Corinne had become too familiar with her words, so she answered, “Well, not in those exact words, but she said she worries she is doing things you would not want her to do, and it makes her feel guilty.”

Gayle squinted, still unsure what they were talking about. “Is she seeing some boy?”

Sandra could see she would have to be more blunt. “No, nothing like that. She’s . . . well . . . she’s masturbating.”

Gayle burst out with a laugh. She was embarrassed she had not seen the bush Sandra had been beating around. For her part, Sandra had not expected Gayle’s response would be a laugh.

“I’m sorry, but I am so embarrassed, and embarrassment leads me to burst out in nervous laughter.” When Sandra looked at her with an odd expression, she added, “I’m not embarrassed about the subject. I’m embarrassed I didn’t catch what you meant.”

Sandra’s own demeanor relaxed as well. Gayle continued laughing. “I’m just glad she’s not out screwing some guy!” After this, Gayle glanced around to make sure nobody had heard that statement. There was nobody within twenty feet of them, and they were all focused on the swim lessons their children were engaged in.

Sandra smiled. “I figured you would not be as upset as Corinne thought you would be. I told her you would understand. After all, we’re not all a bunch of sexless grown-ups like they think we are.” Now it was Sandra’s turn to laugh.

As the two women sat laughing for a moment, Gayle reached over and placed a hand on Sandra’s. Sandra didn’t fail to notice this, both hands were now sitting mid-thigh on Sandra’s leg. The idea that this sexy woman’s hand was mere inches from her pussy caused a brief shiver inside her.

The laughter subsided and Gayle, her hand still on Sandra’s, said, “She thinks I’ll hit the roof if I find out, right?”

“That about sums it up,” Sandra said.

“Oh, my God,” Gayle said, wiping the laughter tears from her eyes, “I should have known. I used to be scared shitless my parents would catch me. For some reason, I never considered having a talk with her about that. I mean, it’s so embarrassing talking to your kids about things like that.”

“She feels the same way about talking to her parents about it, but I think you should, don’t you? I mean the girl is going around feeling guilty over something we all do.”

“Yes, thank you. I will. On the way home, in fact.” Gayle sat back and cut a glance at Sandra. “Hell, if she’s anything like her mom, she’s at it at least four or five times a week.”

“Well, she never mentioned frequency, but I wouldn’t be surprised. I know I did it at least that often when I was her age.” Sandra looked at Gayle before adding, “If I weren’t so busy as an adult, I’d probably be doing it that often now.”

This brought on another round of laughter, this time more relaxed than the first. “Damn, that’s the truth,” Gayle said. “I swear, I think my husband is either having an affair or discovered he’s gay or something. I get fucked maybe once a month if I’m lucky.”

“Oh, you poor thing!” Sandra said. “You must be so frustrated. I mean, I don’t get it as often as I’d like from my husband, considering he’s out of town so often on business, but it’s more than that.”

Gayle grinned at her. “It’s okay. I get to it when I can. And anyway, there’s more than one way to satisfaction in that department.”

“Why, Gayle! Are you having an affair?”

Gayle just shrugged.

“Come on, who is it? I won’t tell. After all, who am I to talk?” Sandra said.

Gayle stared at Sandra, her mouth agape. “You mean that YOU’RE having an affair?”

“Weellll, of a sort.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me,” Sandra said.

“Oh. Oh, my. I can’t. It would be too embarrassing.”

“What?! Is it your dog or something? Come on. I won’t care. Hell, I wouldn’t care if it was your dog.”

This sent the ladies into another round of laughter. Others around them had started to notice them, and Sandra said, “Let’s go somewhere more private, like my car.”

Gayle glanced around and said, “You’re right.” The two women got up and started to leave when Gayle said, “Maybe we should tell our daughters where we are.” With that, they walked to where the three girls were standing together with Kate and Kelli. Gayle knew who they were and that they lived next door to Sandra and her daughters.

Sandra said, “Girls, we’re going to be out in my car. Just find us when you’re through.”

Laura looked at her mom, wondering if they were going to do something like make out. Why else would she want to be alone with the sexy redhead? She pulled her mom aside and said, “Mom, what are you going to be doing out there?”

“Nothing, baby. We just want to be able to talk away from prying ears and eyes. Don’t worry. I’m not planning on going down on her in my car. Anyway, there’s not enough room for that.”

“MO-OM!” the teenager said, making it two syllables.

Sandra chuckled at her daughter’s distress. “It’s fine, honey. We’ll just be talking. Not even kissing. Promise.” She stepped back to the group and said to Gayle, “Okay, I have my daughter’s permission to go sit in the car.” The girls, other than Laura, laughed, and the ladies made their way out to the car.

Sandra started it and cranked up the air conditioner to dispel the heat.

Gayle turned in the passenger seat to face Sandra. “Okay, I can at least tell you it’s not my dog.”

“Well, shit! I thought maybe I’d met a real kinky person. What fun are you?” Sandra said, laughing.

Gayle got a shocked look and said, “You mean you’re having an affair with YOUR dog?”

“Oh, heavens no. Besides, our dog’s a female.”

“I had a female chihuahua when I was about twelve. I’d let her lick me,” Gayle suddenly said, then put her hand to her gaping mouth as if she’d shocked herself. “Oh shit! I don’t believe I told you that!”

“Well, then, maybe I have met a real kinky person!” Sandra answered.

“I only did it, like, twice. It made me feel too weird to be letting my dog perform cunnilingus on me.”

“Oh, shit. Let’s move on to a different subject!” said Sandra, waving her hands before her face to fan herself.

“I agree. And don’t tell my daughter I did that! Teenagers always seem to think their mom’s are lifelong virgins or something!”

“Well, I’ve always been up front with my girls,” Sandra said. “I talked to them about masturbation early in their lives. Admitted I did it when I was young and still do.”

“How young?” Gayle asked.

“I had my first orgasm when I was ten.”

“Really? I think I was eleven.”

The women sat back in their seats, remembering. “God, that was a great time. I remember when that first orgasm crashed into me. I felt like I’d discovered the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,” Sandra said.

“No shit. I think I masturbated every night for two weeks after I had my first one. I actually thought nobody had ever experienced them before. Like it was something special only I had found.”

Sandra looked over at Gayle. “Is all this sex talk making you horny?”

Gayle looked back at Sandra and said, “No.” When Sandra’s face held that “don’t kid a kidder” look, Gayle grinned and said, “Well, maybe.”

Sandra said, “You ever do it with another girl?”

Gayle squinted at Sandra. “Do what with a girl?”

“Well, anything really. But I was talking mostly about masturbation. You know, that thing your daughter loves to do but thinks you’d shit if you knew she did it.”

Gayle looked into her lap. “Yeah. You?”

“Oh, yeah. Lots of times.”

Gayle looked at Sandra then looked around the parking lot. It was empty. Then she said, “Lots of times?” Sandra nodded. “So when was the last time?” Gayle wasn’t sure where this conversation was headed, but she liked the general direction. She had first thought about Sandra in this way the moment they’d met. The woman seemed to ooze sexuality. She wondered if Sandra would be okay with the fact that the person she herself had had an affair with was another woman. She had even begun to suspect that lesbian desires were what Sandra was holding back as well.

Sandra wanted to tell Gayle the last time had been last night with their daughters, but of course, she couldn’t, so she went back to the last time she’d done that with someone other than Laura, Emily, and Corinne.

“Do you know Kelli and Kate’s mom, Tracy?”

“Holy fuck! Really?” Gayle was flabbergasted. Tracy? She seemed so, well, conservative.

“You can never tell her I told you that!” Sandra said, laughing. “But, yes, really. She’s not as proper as you’d think.”

“Apparently not.” Gayle tried to imagine the two women masturbating together. “Did you two confine your activities to just masturbating?”

“Okay, I’m going to tell you what I wouldn’t inside,” Sandra said, deciding to take the plunge. She had figured out that Gayle was anything but conservative when it came to sex. Hell, she’d confessed to letting her dog lick her when she was young. “The affairs I have are with women. That way, if my birth control pills don’t work, I’m certain the child is my husband’s.”

Gayle stared at Sandra, her gaze hopping down every few seconds to look at the woman’s sensuous lips. “Holy shit. That’s what I didn’t want to tell you.”

Seconds later, Sandra broke her promise to Laura. The two women were making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Their lips seemed to melt into each other, their tongues swabbing the other’s lips, tongue, teeth, and mouth. Sandra’s pussy burned for release, despite all the sex she’d enjoyed the night before, not to mention getting herself off after Corinne’s performance in the kitchen that morning.

Gayle, who had taken advantage of the night away from her daughter, had masturbated to several orgasms the night before. Her husband was in the den watching TV, or rather passed out in front of it. She had lain in bed using all of her toys, fucking herself, rubbing her clit, inserting the butt plug and pressing the vibrator against her clit until wave after wave of orgasms washed over her. The fact she was so turned on right now made her wonder if she was turning into some sort of slut. In the middle of making out with Sandra, she decided fuck it. If she were turning into some kind of slut, it would only be admitting what she’d been for many years now. Who besides a slut would have let her dog get her off when she was twelve?

When Gayle felt Sandra’s hand at her crotch, rubbing her there and adding to the heat her pussy was generating as if in competition with the heat inside the sun-baked car, she realized they would have to stop. Otherwise, someone would catch them, probably their own daughters.

“Wait! Wait!”

“Huh?” Sandra said.

“We can’t do this right now. The girls–the girls will catch us.”

Reluctantly, Sandra realized she was right. Although she knew that would not be a problem in the least, Gayle knew no such thing, and Sandra was certainly not ready to tell her.

“When can we get together?” Sandra asked.

“Hmm. Let me think. Are you doing anything tomorrow afternoon?”

“Just fucking you,” Sandra said, and they laughed.

They sat back and got control of themselves. Gayle was thinking about the fun waiting for her the next day. Sandra was wondering how she could get Gayle involved with the young girls and her own daughter. For that matter, Corinne had said nothing about being attracted to her mom. Would she be able to convince the girl that sex with her own mother would be great?

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Becky and Lexi arrived at Becky’s house after the bus ride back to Becky’s neighborhood. After checking to see that Becky’s sister, Tanya, was gone, they immediately took the new Barbie car to Becky’s bedroom and pulled out the Barbies. Lexi noticed one thing about Becky’s Barbies right away. They were all naked.

“Wow, you do love to let your Barbies have sex together, don’t you?” Lexi asked.

“If I didn’t have to go outside sometimes, I’d be naked all the time myself,” Becky added with a laugh.

Looking through the pile of dolls, Lexi noticed only one Ken doll, though. “I bet your Ken gets a lot of sex, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Becky said, “but mostly he watches the girls doing each other.”

Lexi gave Becky a sly smile. “So you do that with your Barbies too?”

“Of course. A girl’s gotta have her fun!” The two girls laughed together and Becky picked up her Skipper doll and one of her many Barbies. “Skipper wants to lick Barbie,” she said. She lay Barbie on her back and positioned Skipper so that her face was mashed between Barbie’s legs.

The two girls played sex games with the Barbies for another fifteen minutes until Lexi got an idea. “Hey, Becky,” she said, watching as her new friend maneuvered more dolls and made sounds for the pretend girls having sex. “Have you ever watched any porn?”

Becky looked at Lexi and grinned. “Have you?” she asked.

“I asked you first.”

“So you did.” Becky hesitated, drawing out the drama of the moment. “Well, what if I have?”

“I was gonna suggest we get on your computer and find some.”

“You sure?” Becky asked. She didn’t want to get in the middle of some really good porn and have Lexi chicken out.

“Sure, I’m sure. I watch it in my bedroom all the time.”

“All the time? When do you sleep?”

Lexi laughed. “Between porn videos!”

The two girls giggled loudly before getting up from the Barbie orgy and moving to Becky’s laptop. Becky booted up and opened her browser. Typing in ‘pornhub.com,’ she waited for her favorite free internet porn site to open. When it did, a number of thumbnail pictures came up. The girls looked at them, trying to decide which one to watch first.

“Do this one!” Lexi said, pointing at one where a girl had a man’s penis in her mouth.

“Okay,” Becky said, wondering how she could get Lexi to be okay with watching a video with two or more girls only.

They watched, and Becky did her best to concentrate on the girl, who would reach down and play with herself while sucking the guy off. After the man came, Becky said, “Do you ever do this?” and clicked on one where a girl was masturbating. The video opened and they watched for a moment.

“Why do you think I watch the porn all the time?” Lexi said.

Becky laughed. “For the same reason I do!”

They continued watching the girl playing with herself until Becky said, “So, are we just gonna sit here just watching the videos all afternoon, or are we gonna do something about it?”

Lexi gave Becky a smirk. “Like what?”

“You know.”

“I do? I’m not sure I know at all,” Lexi teased. “What are you suggesting we do? Get naked and play with ourselves like the girl in the video?”

“Well, we could just sit here and get horny and then get all frustrated if you’d rather do that.”

“Are you sure you want to?” Lexi said.

“Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t sure you wanted to.”

“Why you think I invited you over to play with the naked Barbies?” Becky said.

“You mean you thought about us doing it together when you asked me over?”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t you?”

“Well, um, yeah.”

Becky grinned. “Then what are we waiting for?” And she stood and pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles.

Lexi stared at her new friend’s pussy. It was bald, like hers, and puffy like hers, too. When she didn’t pull her own shorts and panties down, Becky said, “Well? You just gonna stare at mine and not let me get a look at yours?”

Lexi pushed her shorts and panties down past her knees and they fell to the floor around her ankles. Becky stared the the girl’s pussy. Her mouth started watering, but she reminded herself to go slowly. She didn’t want to scare her new, sexy friend off. She was afraid that if she went too far too fast, Lexi would freak out and leave. She definitely didn’t want that to happen.

The girls removed their shirts and stood naked except for socks in front of each other. Giggling, they turned their attention back to the girl on the screen. She had a dildo and was fucking herself with it.

Becky reached down and started rubbing herself. Lexi, seeing this, followed Becky’s lead. Soon the two girls began whimpering and moaning from the pleasurable feelings their fingers produced.

“Scoot over a bit so I can sit in the chair with you,” Lexi said, and Becky complied, excited to feel the girl’s hip touching her own.

Finally, Becky could stand it no longer. She at least had to touch Lexi’s pussy if the girl would let her. Reaching over, she pushed her fingers into Lexi’s slit as if she did it every day.

Lexi gasped at the contact. She’d hoped Becky would try something like that, and now she put her own hand on Becky’s pussy, rubbing the slit and enjoying the feel of her friend’s slit.

Now, the two girls were rubbing each other with abandon, working to bring each other to orgasm. Neither said anything about the change from masturbating themselves to masturbating each other. They just did it.

Becky felt her climax approaching and said, “Don’t stop!”

“I won’t as long as you don’t!” Lexi answered.

Within seconds, both girls started coming. Their fingers mashed the other girl’s clitoris, urging the other’s climax on.

When they’d finished, Lexi said, “You ever do it more than once?”

“All the time,” Becky said.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Lexi said, giggling.

Becky decided after what they’d done that some lesbian videos were in order and was no longer afraid to suggest it. “Let’s watch one of my favorites,” she said, and entered the title of one of her favorite clips in the search box.

When the video came up, Lexi said, “Your favorite is a lesbian one?”

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“Sure!” Lexi said. “They’re some of my favorites too!”

When the girls in the video started kissing, Becky looked over at Lexi, who returned the look. It was obvious in their eyes. They wanted to make out.

Soon, the girls were on Becky’s bed and making out, the videos all but forgotten.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of someone clearing her throat. Becky looked at her bedroom door. Tanya stood there, smiling.

Lexi looked frightened until Becky said, “You mind if my older sister joins in? She’s fun and knows a lot of stuff to do to make you feel good.”

Lexi smiled and looked back and forth between Becky and her sister. Then she made up her mind. “Sure!”

Tanya lay on the bed and said, “You both have to take off my clothes.”

Becky looked over at Lexi and grinned. “This is gonna be so wild!” she said, and reached for the buttons on her sister’s top as Lexi reached for the teenager’s belt.

Yes, this was going to be wild, Lexi thought.

Continue on to Chapter 16

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 14

  • Posted on February 10, 2018 at 7:54 am

By Cheryl Taggert

When Corinne woke up in the empty bed only a half hour later, she got up and stumbled out into the family room. There, she found Laura and Emily busily licking each other in a very erotic sixty-nine. She thought of joining them, but realized her pussy was rather sore from all the sex the night before. She’d been well-satisfied and didn’t really need to come again, although the idea was intriguing. She heard some noises in the kitchen and followed the sounds to find Sandra there, fully dressed and starting some bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Sandra turned to the young girl and grinned. She had gotten up, showered and dressed, and had found her daughters engaged in sex upon coming out of her room and into the family room. She, too, had considered joining them, but like Corinne, she’d been satisfied from the fun the night before and that morning. She looked at the younger girl, who was still naked. ”Hey, sweetie! Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Corinne said, trying to stifle a yawn without success.

“I know sex always makes me famished,” Sandra said. “I imagine those two on the sofa will be joining us soon.” As if on cue, Corinne heard the moans from the family room growing louder as one of the girls — it sounded like Emily — approached an orgasm.

“Can I ask a question?” Corinne asked.

“Sure,” Sandra said, standing over the bacon.

“What made you decide to let Laura and Emily enjoy sex together?”

Sandra looked at her. “Well, to be honest, it was selfishness on my part. I wanted to have sex with them.”

“Oh. When did that happen? I mean, when did you realize you wanted to have sex with them?”

“It’s been practically forever. You see, I love girls and I love sex. I’ve been having sex — all kinds and with lots of people — since I was young. My brother took my virginity, and my younger sister was my first girl-girl sex, followed by my older sister. Then threesomes with them or one of them and my brother, or foursomes. Mmmm. life was so much fun.” She looked at Corinne with a sly grin. “It still is. So, I guess you could say incest was just a part of my growing up. I never considered it taboo or ugly or anything like that. I always loved it.”

“How long have the three of you been having sex together?”

“Which three?” Sandra asked.

“You and your daughters.”

“Oh, not that long really. I would fantasize about them from the time they were little things, thinking of all the lovely things I could teach them, but I guess that whole ‘moms don’t do that with their daughters’ silliness got in my way. We started just a few weeks ago, actually. They started doing it together some time ago, apparently.” She thought about it for a second and laughed. “Like mother, like daughters, I suppose.”

“And it doesn’t bother you that you three have sex?”

“Why should it? We love each other, and we can’t get each other pregnant, which is the biggest reason for outlawing incest. After all, birth defects can easily result if a brother and sister or father and daughter have a baby together. The chance decreases the more distant the biological connection, but we don’t have to worry about that. For us, it’s just all about the fun.”

“My mom would shit if she knew what I did last night, and she’d call the police if she knew you were having sex with your daughters.”

“Then we have to make sure she never finds out, right?”

Corinne laughed. “Of course. I didn’t mean to suggest I would ever tell anyone. I know what would happen if I did, and it’s not like I am all innocent in this either. I wanted what happened to happen.”

“Even the sex with me?” Sandra asked.

“Yeah. I was kinda envious of Laura and Emily that they could not only have sex with each other, but also with you. I kinda wish–” She stopped there, realizing she was about to spill her secret.

“Wish what?” Sandra said, not allowing the girl to escape.

“Well, I wish I had a sister and that my mom was more like you. It’d be kinda cool being able to have sex whenever we wanted to.”

“Yeah, I guess it is kind of cool,” Sandra said. “Are you sure your mom would shit about that?”

“Oh, yeah. She doesn’t even know I masturbate.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. She’s a woman, after all. She’s been your age, and it’s not like she’s a virgin. If she likes sex at all, and we’ve spoken and I can assure you she does, she masturbated and still does.”

“How do you know my mom likes sex?”

“Well, it’s not like she just came out and said, ‘By the way, I love sex,’ but she is a very, well, liberal person in a lot of ways, and she exudes sex appeal.”

Corinne giggled. “Are you saying you find my mom attractive?”

“Of course. Don’t you?”

Corinne blushed. “Well . . . ”

The sound of Laura reaching an orgasm in the next room caught their attention as Sandra removed the bacon from the pan and started cracking eggs to scramble them.

Sandra spoke while she cracked eggs. “I think if you approached your mom and wanted to talk about your sexual desires, she would be more open to discussing them than you think.”

“Oh, I could never do that.”

Sandra looked at Corinne, her eyebrows raised in question. “Would you like for me to talk to her?”

“About what?”

“You, silly. And feel her out on her opinion of how far along you are, sexually speaking.”

“Oh, my God, No!” Corinne said, her hands flying to hide her blushing cheeks. “I don’t want her to know what I’ve done here!”

“Oh, no, honey. I don’t mean tell her you had sex with my daughters, and especially not that you had sex with me. You’re right about that. She might have me arrested. No, I mean feel her out about things like masturbation. We’re both moms and I could approach her about what she’s doing to handle the fact you are growing up . . . and out.”

“Do you think that would be a good idea?”

“It would certainly put your mind at ease. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice if you could at least masturbate at home without worrying about what might happen if she caught you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to her at swim practice this afternoon.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Positive.”

Corinne walked into the family room and found the sisters on the carpeted floor. They lay back on the carpeting and were catching their breath while doing their best to cool down. Noticing the smeared fluids on each girl’s face, she squatted down and took turns kissing each of them, relishing the flavor.

“Whew!” Laura said, as she waved her hands over her body in an attempt to fan herself. “I need a shower.”

“So do I,” Emily echoed and looked at Corinne. “Why didn’t you join us?”

Laura answered her. “Mom got her up early this morning and tongue-fucked her into oblivion.”

Emily giggled. “Yeah, I know how that is,” she said. “Mom’s insatiable. She once licked me to so many orgasms I lost count. It must have gone on for like an hour.”

“Actually, your mom sent me to get you two to come eat breakfast. She’s fixing bacon and eggs.”

“And hashbrowns!” they heard from the kitchen.

Laura looked unsure. “You think you can handle the odor from us not getting showers?”

“Hey, I’m smelling you now, and it doesn’t bother me. Mostly, you smell like pussy.”

Emily looked at her sister and said, “Then she definitely doesn’t care.” The three girls started laughing at Emily’s comment, and Corinne stood up, helping both girls to their feet. Each of the sisters stood on wobbly legs and followed Corinne into the kitchen.

“Smells great!” Laura said. The girls sat around the kitchen table and ate their breakfast naked. Then after they’d finished, Corinne got an idea. Pushing her seat back from the table, she spread her legs and reached down to her pussy. She was sore, but she figured one more orgasm wouldn’t hurt. She could rest her clit later.

As the sisters and their mother watched, she began toying with her labia, spreading the soft flesh to reveal the treasure beneath. Then she explored the inner lips, spreading and rubbing them to get her juices flowing. Dipping a finger into her vagina, she coated it with her nectar and brought it to her lips, sucking the digit clean before delving back into her crotch for more of her honey. She watched and nearly laughed when she saw Emily licking her lips subconsciously. Laura started to move to the floor to feast on the pussy, but Corinne stopped her. “No, just watch, okay?”

Laura sat back in her chair reluctantly. It wasn’t that she needed more sex, but she wanted to do this favor for her friend. Still, if Corinne preferred her own fingers right then, she would do as the girl wanted and watch.

Corinne’s fingers moved up the crevice between her inner labia to her clit, rubbing some of the copious fluids on the sensitive pearl. She could feel her body shiver slightly and began a rhythmic dance between her fingers and her clit. She would rub her button for a few seconds before reaching down to her vagina, where she would insert a finger, draw out some honey, and smear it around, finally returning to her small, protruding clit. As she did this, the journey quickened over time until she was spending more and more time on the center of her desire, that small nub of flesh that could make her squirm with just a touch.

Soon, she concentrated on her clit and nothing else, rubbing it and flicking it with her finger. As the need for her orgasm rose, she became more frantic to achieve it. Finally, she was there, and her body began shivering as the flesh-quake embraced her. Spasms rocked her as the thought skirted through her mind that this may be the best self-induced orgasm she’d ever experienced. Seeing the two girls and their mother watching her with an intensity only passion could create had made her become hornier than she thought she would when she’d begun pleasuring herself for their entertainment.

Grunts of “UH! UH! UH!” burst from her as the climax seized her until she curled herself into a fetal position, enjoying the aftershocks of the orgasm.

She looked over at her audience and said, “Now I need a shower, too!” They all laughed and the girls got up to get cleaned up for the day. As they left the kitchen, Corinne looked back at the girls’ mother. She was pulling her pants and panties down to her knees to repeat the performance she had just witnessed. Corinne beamed, knowing this would be only the start of a life of sexual gratification with this family. All she needed now was to be invited over more often. She hoped her mother would allow her to stay over. Frequently.

*******

Becky was bored. Ever since she and her older sister, Tanya, had enjoyed sex with their mom and aunt, life had been great. It was summer, so they had enjoyed sex any night they wanted, but Becky wanted someone her own age to play with. That way they could play with dolls and stuff once they’d enjoyed several orgasms together. The trouble was she didn’t know of any girls her age who did stuff like that. She wasn’t sure how she could go about getting a friend interested in sex play. Playing with dolls was easy since every girl her age loved doing that. But playing with pussies was different.

Or was it?

She began to wonder how many of her friends had tried touching themselves ‘down there’ and enjoyed it. Was it possible that nearly every girl her age had discovered those juicy secrets, which was what she had started calling the wonderful pleasures she had been enjoying ever since Tanya had introduced her to that website? They were, after all, both juicy and a secret.

But she’d begun wondering why they had to be so secret, especially among her friends and herself. What was the big deal? She had just found that she enjoyed touching herself and her sister and mom, not to mention her aunt and that older girl, Kelli. She’d also discovered how wonderful the honey in older girls’ and women’s pussies tasted. Why was it so bad that she loved it? Why did society want to keep her from that fun and enjoyment? She realized if she felt this way, and if she had discovered the delightful pleasures her mound held for her, then certainly other girls her age had.

She sat there in her bedroom and made a decision. She would find out. There were ways to discover those things about other girls, conversations that could take place, games that could be played to satisfy the feelings she was having in her pussy. She didn’t know what an addiction was, really, beyond what she’d heard about drugs and stuff. If she had known more about it, she would have realized she was becoming addicted to orgasms.

And she wouldn’t have cared one bit.

She changed into another outfit, leaving her panties in her drawer. She wore shorts that came to just above mid-thigh, and a t-shirt that said, ‘Future Heartbreaker’ on the front. Putting on her sneakers, she walked out the door, hollering to Tanya that she’d be back later without specifying where she was going or when ‘later’ would be. Then she walked the quarter-mile to the bus stop. The bus that would take her to the mall arrived ten minutes later, and she got on, using her bus pass she had brought with her.

When she got to the mall, she went inside and headed straight for the toy store there, going inside to the area where dolls and other girls’ toys lined the shelves.

Then she waited for a girl her age to come along without a parent. This proved to take a while. Most of the girls her age were always accompanied by someone older, if not a parent an older brother or sister. She was just about to give up, deciding she might be the only girl her age with the courage to venture to the mall alone, when a brunette girl about her age came into the store and made her way to the girls’ toys.

Becky continued pretending to search for a toy, as she’d been doing for at least a half-hour while some of the employees kept stopping by to ask if they could help her. She’d politely refused any help, insisting she didn’t really know what she was looking for but would know when she found it. One salesgirl whose name badge read Tabitha had hovered over Becky so long she’d begun to feel uncomfortable, as if the girl thought she was going to steal something. Tabitha had finally gone to help another customer, leaving Becky alone in her search for a toy the store most certainly didn’t sell: another girl’s pussy.

Now, Becky watched the brunette girl as she looked over the merchandise. After a couple of minutes went by without an adult following the girl, Becky stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Becky.”

The brunette girl glanced over her shoulder at Becky and smiled. “I’m Lexi.”

“That’s a neat name,” Becky said. “I’ve never met a Lexi before.”

Lexi shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess.”

Lexi was looking at the Barbie collection, which was rather extensive, of course.

“You like to play with Barbies too?” Becky asked.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot of them and a lot of accessories and stuff. My mom gave me ten dollars and told me I could come to the mall and buy myself something for my birthday, and I thought I’d check this out to see if there was something I might want.”

“Oh, it’s your birthday?” Becky asked.

Lexi laughed. “No. Actually it was a couple of days ago, but one thing I asked for was to be able to spend the day at the mall by myself since my sister got to when she turned ten.”

“Cool,” Becky said. “So many girls our age aren’t allowed to be alone, like we might actually get in a car with some old man who wants to fuck us or something.”

Lexi was taken aback slightly at Becky’s words, especially the F-bomb, but it didn’t bother her. Mostly, she liked Becky all the more because of her boldness at using the word after only knowing Lexi for a few minutes. She grinned at Becky, her white teeth gleaming behind her tan.

Then she laughed. “I know. It’s like ‘Mom, I know about the pedos. I promise I won’t let one touch me or trick me into going with him to see his puppy or something.’”

The girls giggled. Becky was happy the subject of sex had begun so easily between them. “Really!” she said. “It’s not like we don’t know about that stuff. If my mom knew what I liked to do with my Barbies, she’d shit!”

Of course, this was a lie, but she couldn’t exactly admit it to Lexi. In the days since she’d begun enjoying sex with her mom, she had openly played at getting Barbie and her girlfriends naked and humping each other, even licking each other. Her mom had looked at her and said, “That’s exactly what your aunt and I used to do with them!”

Lexi cut her eyes at Becky. “What do you like to do with your Barbies that would make your mom shit?”

Becky said, “Probably the same thing you like to do with them when you’re alone.”

Lexi’s mouth dropped open in a huge grin, “Nuh-uh!” she said, but Becky could tell she had done the same things with her Barbies. She wondered how many girls played sex games with their Barbies and figured probably all of them.

“It’s okay if you do. I think we all do the same thing with them.”

Lexi glanced around as if to see if they were being watched or eavesdropped on. Then turning to Becky, she said, “Wow. You must have, like, sex on the brain.”

Becky, who long ago had figured if her little experiment failed, she wouldn’t see the girl again and didn’t have to worry, said, “Hey, as my sister says, ‘if it feels good, do it.’”

Lexi asked, “How old is your sister?”

“Sixteen.”

“Damn! Does she fuck guys?”

“I don’t know if she fucks guys, but she has no problem fucking her girlfriend,” Becky said, knowing she couldn’t tell Lexi everything Tanya liked to do. “And I’ve caught her playing with herself before, too.”

“Wow. Cool. Does she know you saw her?”

Becky looked at Lexi and made a decision. She could lie and say ‘no,’ or she could tell the truth and see where it led. “Yeah. She even let me watch her.”

“Wow. That’s so great. Did you?”

“Of course! A girl’s gotta learn somewhere!” The two girls giggled again. Tabitha stepped into the aisle again, and Becky said, “Shh! The Gestapo is watching!”

This sent the girls into more rounds of giggles. They turned to the Barbies once again and tried to ignore Tabitha, who had walked over and stood behind them. Finally, Becky turned to Tabitha and said, “Did you like to play with Barbies when you were our age?”

Tabitha, who was surprised the little girl had addressed the question to her, blushed at the memories of being alone in her room, playing very naughty games with her Barbies. She was eighteen now and didn’t play with Barbies anymore, but she’d never forgotten the fun she’d had with them.

“Yeah,” Tabitha said, sending the two little girls into more gales of laughter. Tabitha realized the girls knew the score, so to speak, and had probably been discussing that same pastime when she’d approached, but she wanted to be sure. Tabitha had taken an interest in the little girl who’d been there first because of how she’d reminded her of her niece, who was about the same age, and with whom she had enjoyed many hours of naughty fun.

“Why is it so funny I played with Barbies at your age?” Tabitha asked.

The girls exchanged what could only be termed a naughty look and giggled some more.

“Nothing,” Becky said. Then she turned to Lexi. “You gonna buy another Barbie?”

Lexi said, “I think I’ll buy her a car.” She had noticed earlier that the price was right for one of the Barbie cars and wanted one.

Becky turned to Tabitha. “She’s gonna buy one of the cars.” Turning to Lexi again, she said, “You wanna bring it to my house and we can play with my Barbies?”

Lexi noticed the extra gleam in Becky’s eyes. It was a gleam of mischief–of doing some forbidden things with Becky’s Barbies. Lexi didn’t have to be home for at least another five hours if she didn’t want to. She had her phone in case her mom called, and she could always say she was still at the mall, just hanging out. She could even say she’d met a friend there and was hanging out with the friend, whose parents were somewhere in the mall as well. That would make her mom feel better about things in case she did call to check on her.

Lexi said, “Sure. We can have a lot of fun.” She paused before adding, “Playing with Barbies” with a little, suggestive smile.

Becky looked back up at Tabitha and knew immediately the teenager knew precisely what they were talking about. The salesgirl’s smirk was an unmistakable declaration of I know exactly what you two are planning to do with the Barbies. Becky wondered if she was just being paranoid, a word she’d learned from Tanya recently,  because of the plans and the naughty talk she and Lexi had been enjoying before Tabitha showed up, but she doubted it. Then when they were checking out and Tabitha was ringing up the purchase, the older girl said something that left no doubt that she knew what the girls were planning.

Tabitha placed the Barbie car into a shopping bag and handed over it to Lexi. Then she smiled knowingly and said, “Don’t let your moms catch you playing with your Barbies like that. Mine spanked me when she caught me.”

The younger girls both blushed as they left the register. Becky turned back to Tabitha to see if she was watching them. Of course, she was. Becky watched as the older girl winked at her.

As the two new friends left the mall, Becky decided she would have to come back to Toys-R-Us again soon. Getting Tabitha interested in some sex play looked to be a cinch.

What she didn’t know was that Lexi was thinking the same thing.

Continue on to Chapter 15

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 13

  • Posted on January 30, 2018 at 11:04 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Once Corinne and Laura were alone in bed, they lay there chatting until well after one o’clock. Laura told her how she and her sister got involved sexually when they were younger. It excited Corinne, but she was too tired after the mini-orgy to do anything about it.

“When I was maybe nine, I discovered my pussy. It felt so good to touch myself there, and I wondered if I had something nobody else in the world had. This led me to asking Emily if she ever touched herself ‘down there’ and if she liked it. She told me she did sometimes, and it felt nice, but not as good as I described to her. This led to looking some stuff up online. I found a diagram of a girl’s pussy and read about the clit. I shared it with Emily, and she was as fascinated as I was.

“Of course, after that, we had to see if we could find our clits. We’d always shared this bedroom, and this bed, so we got naked one night and got a flashlight we keep in the room in case the electricity goes out. I gave Emily the flashlight and she got between my legs to watch me masturbate. She’d never come, but I had. She said she could see my clit and it was the spot I seemed to like to touch the most. After a few minutes of touching myself, I felt the orgasm coming. I stroked myself and BAM! I was coming.

“When I’d finished, she said she wanted to see if she could find her clit. I took the flashlight and ducked down to watch as she touched her bald pussy. It was all pink inside, and she began touching herself, searching near the top for her clit. Then she found it. She said something like ‘wow’ and kept stroking. Then after a while her hand got tired but she said it felt really good.  I asked her if I could take over, and she said ‘sure.’ So I reached out and began masturbating my little sister for the first time.

“When you’re only seven, you don’t produce much fluids, and she was getting dry. She said it needed something and I decided to get her pussy wet. I licked my fingers, gathering some of the saliva that was so plentiful all of a sudden like I was drooling or something, and put the spit on her clit and started rubbing.

“Well, that did the trick. Soon, she was squirming and everything and said it was feeling real good but kinda tingly. I told her to hang on and let the feelings happen and not to worry about it because that was the special feeling coming up. She lay there twitching her hips while I rubbed her pussy, and then she was coming for the first time.

“I shone the flashlight on her face and she had her eyes wide open, like she’d just had the most amazing feeling in the world, and of course she had. We talked about it until we went to sleep.

“Pretty soon, we were searching on the internet for anything about sex and pussies we could find. I knew what we did was called masturbation, so we did a search for ‘masturbation’ on the internet. That’s how we found videos of guys and girls getting themselves off. After that, we found videos of people having sex, including lesbian sex. We tried it and liked it, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

“You said there’s more earlier and you’d tell me when we were alone,” Corinne said, reminding Laura that she wanted to tell Corinne about Kelli, Kate, and their mother, Tracy.

“Oh, that.” She stared into Corinne’s eyes. “You promise never to tell a soul about what I’m about to tell you?”

“Of course.”

“Swear?”

“Swear,” Corinne answered.

“Swear to God with a cherry on top?”

That caused the girls to melt into a giggling fit. “I swear to God with a cherry on top. I won’t say a word to anyone, ever,” Corinne said between the laughter.

“You know Kelli and Kate, from the swim team?”

“Yeah.” Corinne suddenly hoped Laura was about to say what she hoped she would — that the girls were sister-sister lovers as well. She wasn’t disappointed.

“They do it together too,” Laura said.

Corinne wanted to ensure Laura wasn’t just saying this to get her horny — well, hornier. “Are you shitting me?” she asked, looking doubtful.

“Of course not. And what’s more, they do it with their mom, too.”

Corinne stared wide-eyed at her friend. “Now, I know you’re shitting me.”

“I swear to God with a cherry on top!” Laura said, giggling. “I mean it. Those three fuck each other just like my mom and Emily and me do. We’ve done it together, in fact!”

Corinne’s mouth hung open. “Oh my God! You’re not shitting me!”

Laura just smiled her naughtiest smile.

“When did this start?”

“A few weeks ago. It’s kind of a long story and I’m too tired to go into it right now, but my mom sorta caught them masturbating together.”

“Holy fuck!”

“And now we can get you involved in our little fun, too.”

“Are you shitting me?!” Corinne said again. This time, though, it was excitement and not doubt that spurred the response.

“Not at all, but right now I think we should get some sleep, even if this little talk did get us horny,” Laura said.

Corinne was indeed turned on, but it was getting late. They made plans for another sleepover, maybe even camping in the back yard. Who knew who might show up for the fun?

*******

About six o’clock the next morning, Sandra awoke. She’d been having a sex dream. In her dream she was the leader of a group of young girl scouts — Juniors, for grades four and five, or girls aged nine and ten. She had gotten all of the young girls naked and was involved in leading them in getting their badges for “Sexual Gratification.” It was, after all, one of life’s most important skills. The girls were involved in touching a friend’s pussy and bringing them to an orgasm. In her dream, the girls were advanced enough that they had all managed to bring themselves off numerous times, both in meetings and when alone in their bedrooms.

As she gave instructions, her daughters and Corinne had entered the room, naked.

“Can we join in,” Laura had asked.

“Certainly,” Sandra answered in her dream, “as long as I can have Corinne.”

Corinne had come to her and they embraced.

That was when Sandra woke up. Her pussy was warm, wet, and throbbing. She could have reached down and taken care of it herself in less than a minute, but she wanted more.

She wanted Corinne.

Rising from bed, she didn’t even bother putting on a robe. She strode down the hallway to her daughters’ room and quietly entered. She could hear the girls as they breathed rhythmically in their sleep. Her eyes were adjusted to the dark and the room seemed bright with the moonlight spilling through the thin curtains at the window. Stepping to the side of the bed, she looked down at Corinne. She wished she could just climb into bed with her and softly lick her pussy until she woke up, but that wouldn’t be fair to the girl. Sandra doubted Corinne would mind, but it would be best to give her the choice.

Reaching down, she gently shook the sleeping girl, hoping she was a light enough sleeper that she didn’t have to do more to wake her. Laura slept like the dead, but too much jostling could wake her, and she didn’t want to wake her daughter right then. She wanted some alone time with the sexy redhead.

Corinne felt the soft hand shake her, and she opened her eyes, blinking several times to get her bearings.  She remembered where she was and what had happened that night. She was also aware of her wet pussy. Apparently, Laura’s story was still affecting her. She’d been having a sex dream about Laura and Emily when they were little.

“Shhh,” Sandra said when she noticed Corinne was awake.

The girl, realizing someone was standing beside the bed, gasped in surprise.

“Shhh,” Sandra said again, her finger to her lips.

Corinne’s eyesight was still adjusting to the meager glow of the moonlight filling the room. Looking up, she saw Sandra, finger to lips.

Sandra motioned for the sleepy girl to follow her. Corinne noticed the woman was naked, and she rose from the bed, the meaning of this middle-of-the-night visit beginning to dawn on her. Her friend’s mother wanted to have sex with her. Why else would she come into the bedroom naked and wake her up, making sure not to wake Laura?

Corinne followed Sandra, who exited the room and turned down the hallway toward her own bedroom. As they entered, Sandra reached out and took Corinne’s hand, leading her to the queen-size bed. Sitting on the edge, Sandra turned on the bedside lamp, causing both to squint and giggle as the light, dim as it was, still blinded them temporarily. The woman patted the bed beside her.

Turning to Corinne, Sandra said, “Sleep well?”

The teenager began to wonder if maybe Sandra wasn’t going to have sex with her after all. Did she just want to talk? Corinne felt a pang of disappointment that surprised her. Had she really been that excited to have the woman seek her as a sex partner? She became aware of the mild throbbing in her cunt and answered her own question. Yes. Yes, she had.

Still hoping the woman was wanting wild lesbian sex with her, Corinne said, “Yes.”

“You’re a very beautiful girl, you know,” Sandra said.

Corinne blushed. “Thanks.”

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

Corinne nodded.

“And do you think I’m as sexy as you are?” asked Sandra.

“You think I’m sexy?”

Sandra inhaled deeply and wondered if the aroma of sexual desire was coming from Corinne as well as herself. “Very.” Leaning toward the girl, Sandra brought her lips to Corinne’s. They kissed for the first time. It was a soft kiss, some tongue but not too much. The passion was still rising.

Leaning back from the kiss, Sandra said, “Of course you know you can never speak about what we all do to anyone, right?”

“Of course. You’d end up in jail and all of us, including me, would end up in a reform school or something.”

“Good,” Sandra said. “I just wanted to make sure you understood how important it is to keep this a secret. Lots of girls think, ‘well, I can tell my best friend, she wouldn’t tell,’ but they will, because they have a best friend besides you, and they would think the same thing, and before you knew it, someone who didn’t like what is going on would hear about it, and all hell would break loose.”

“I’d never say a word to anyone,” Corinne assured the woman. Suddenly, she remembered Kelli and Kate, along with their mother. She wondered how Sandra would feel, knowing that she now knew that as well.

“Ms. Bishop?” she said, stopping Sandra from the kiss she was about to give her. “Laura told me a little more than just about you three.”

“What did she tell you?”

“She told me that Kelli, Kate, and their mom also do this with each other . . . and you three.” Suddenly, Corinne wondered if she had said something she shouldn’t.

Sandra wasn’t exactly thrilled Laura had told Corinne this so soon, but it was what it was. She looked at the gorgeous redhead and said, “And you know not to say anything to anyone about that, too, right?”

“Of course. Why would I want to get them in trouble? First, people would wonder how I knew, and then you all would be found out, as well as me.”

Sandra smiled. “I like how you think. You’re not emotional in your logic. You realize the ramifications of your actions. Nobody is getting hurt here. We’re just all having some good, sexy fun. Lots of people would be appalled at what we do, but the only shame in what we’re doing is that if people knew, we would feel ashamed. It’s not until others are aware of our private thoughts, desires and actions that we become embarrassed or ashamed. If society looked at sex differently, nobody would care. We could all have sex right out in the open. We could go right now to the park and have sex when people were going out for a walk or something, and nobody would bat an eye.” Sandra, realizing she was getting too philosophical, laughed and said, “Well, that’s how I look at it anyway.”

Corinne smiled. “Those are my thoughts, exactly. We aren’t ashamed of what we do until people find out. If it was considered normal behavior, which I really think it is, we could masturbate right in the classroom. It’s not like we would be hurting anyone.”

Sandra brought the teenager’s mouth to hers and they kissed. Soon, the kiss grew in passion, turning from pecks and licks to full-blown making out.

As Sandra’s hand moved to Corinne’s breast to tweak the nipple, she nudged the girl over until she was lying on the spacious bed. The woman offered the girl her breast, and Corinne’s mouth latched onto the nipple, sucking and playing with it with her tongue. Sandra moaned. “Oh, yes. That feels so good.”

Corinne stared up into Sandra’s eyes. She dropped the nipple from her mouth and said, “Can I do this for a while?”

“Of course,” Sandra said, wondering why she had to ask. Then Corinne was adjusting Sandra’s position on the bed, making her sit up against the headboard. Corinne lay her body across Sandra’s lap and slipping one hand beneath Sandra’s arm and around to her back while hooking her other arm over the opposite shoulder, Corinne latched onto the nipple once again, suckling it the way a baby would nurse her mother.

It was the most intimate thing Sandra could imagine, and she had a small orgasm as the girl closed her eyes and began to suck, as if she were getting real nourishment from the breast.

Sandra gently closed her arms around the girl, holding her there. It was like having a baby at her breast once again, and the moment made her realize how much she missed this. She watched the fourteen-year-old as she suckled and began cooing at her the way she’d done with her own girls when they were babies.

Then Corinne did something babies at their mother’s breast never do. She reached down and began massaging her open slit, masturbating softly. There was no urgency to her actions. As Sandra watched Corinne touching her pussy, she thought of the mild actions as what she considered ‘keeping it on simmer,’ nothing more.

Corinne was surprised she had suddenly longed to get into the position of a baby nursing her mother. She had never fantasized about that before, but the sudden desire to do it had caused a small jolt in her pussy. Now, she accepted the wild idea as sensual and lovely. Her pussy ached for contact, so she had reached down and started massaging herself there. She didn’t want to come this way, but she enjoyed the intimacy of what she was doing. She suddenly pictured herself at her own mother’s breast, doing exactly what she was doing now. She knew that would be impossible, but the idea stirred her, causing her pussy to get suddenly wetter as she played with it.

The girl had felt Sandra’s trembling shudders as she latched onto the nipple to suckle her and wondered if she had come. It wasn’t a huge orgasm by any means, but it did seem to be at least a small climax. She was happy Sandra had reacted that way, regardless of whether she had actually come. It seemed to increase the intimacy of the moment.

Corinne lay there like that, wrapped in Sandra’s mother arms as her mouth alternated between breasts. She felt safe, loved. The moment would have to end at some point, especially considering the simmer in her pussy was beginning to turn into a soft boil. Finally, she moved from her suckling baby position to kiss Sandra.

“Thank you,” Corinne said. “I didn’t even know I wanted to do that.”

“You can do it anytime we’re alone, sweetie,” Sandra said. “I loved it.”

“I did too,” Corinne said, “but now I want more.” The girl grinned, indicating how naughty she wanted to be.

Sandra scooted down in the bed and the two lay facing each other, kissing. Their tongues dueled to see how much pleasure they could cause and receive while hands began exploring.

Sandra reached for the red down of Corinne’s pussy and began massaging the girl’s slit, rubbing up and down the way she’d noticed the girl doing when she masturbated.

Corinne followed along, running her own hands over the mature pussy, feeling the wetness coat her fingers as she explored. Sandra bucked at the contact.

After much touching and kissing, Sandra asked, “Sixty-nine?”

Corinne grinned her saucy grin once more. “Love to!” she said and quickly moved her face down to Sandra’s pussy while swinging her leg over the woman’s body to allow access to her own burning cunt.

Their mouths glued themselves to the moist slits. Corinne smeared her face with the juices, moving all around and enjoying the slick feel of her lubricated face against the cream-covered lips of Sandra’s opening before pushing her tongue against the clit of her best friend’s mother. She danced her tongue over the nubbin for several minutes until she heard Sandra’s orgasm rise from a tingle to a peak of satisfied desire.

As soon as Sandra’s climax peaked, Corinne felt her own orgasm rumble from the depths of her cunt, exploding with the force of a volcanic eruption. Jolt after jolt of pleasure rocked her as she pressed her mound to the woman’s mouth. She felt as though every cell in her body was shaken from the force of the orgasm as it spread throughout her body like an electric current that did not want to let go of her.

Finally, the two lay still, gathering enough strength to move. When they did, the tumbled together and lay there, panting and doing their best to get enough energy to move again.

When they’d recovered, Corinne said, “I think I should go back to Laura. I don’t mind if she knows what happened, but it would be rude to make her wake up alone in bed and find us together here.”

Sandra loved how the girl was thinking of Laura’s feelings. She smiled at Corinne and said, “Yes, you’re right. I’ll see you at breakfast in about an hour or so.”

“No,” Corinne said, laughing. “I think it might be a bit later than that. I’m still wanting to sleep another two hours at least.”

Sandra smiled back. “Okay, two hours, but that’s all. Can’t sleep the day away, even if I would like to do the same.”

Corinne crept back to Laura and Emily’s bedroom and crawled into bed with her. She thought Laura was asleep and was startled when a voice from the other side of the bed said, “Have fun?”

It was getting light outside and Corinne looked over and saw that Laura was now wide awake and smiling at her.

“Sorry. Your mom came in about an hour ago and got me to come to her room. Are you mad?”

“Of course not. I think it’s kinda cool, actually. This way whenever I ask if you can spend the night, she’ll always say ‘yes.’ Believe me, I know how insatiable my mom is.”

“Good,” Corinne said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I didn’t get as much sleep as you did.” She turned over and fell asleep almost immediately.

Laura, who had peeked into her mother’s room during their sexual fun, rose from the bed and went to the family room to wake Emily. She needed someone to have sex with herself, and who better than her little sister?

Continue on to Chapter 14

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 12

  • Posted on January 23, 2018 at 11:27 am

By Cheryl Taggert

“I’d never tell a soul,” Corinne said. “But–” she hesitated before saying what she wanted so badly to say. “But can I watch you two together?”

Laura’s mouth dropped open. She looked over at Emily, who was grinning. Watch them together? This sleepover was turning out to be even better than Laura had imagined it ever could be. Sure, she was hoping whatever happened tonight would eventually lead to having sex with the sexy redhead, but this was like she’d bought a lottery ticket and hit the jackpot, when all she’d hoped for was maybe a hundred dollars.

“You want to watch us have sex?”

Corinne nodded. “Yeah. Do you mind?”

“What are you gonna do?” Emily asked. She grinned once again. “You know, while my sister and me are licking each other’s pussy and coming?”

Corinne blushed. “You know. . . .”

“Touching yourself?”

Corinne’s blush matched her hair. Laura spoke up. “We’ll do it for you on one condition.”

“What?” Corinne couldn’t believe her luck! She was going to get to watch these two sisters — blood sisters — having sex with each other. She’d do damn near anything to do that.

“You can get close, but you can’t come.”

Corinne’s smile faded. Not come? “Why not?” she asked.

Laura glanced at Emily, who was equally perplexed. “Because we want to do that,” she said, the tip of her tongue snaking out and grazing the center of her upper lip.

Corinne glanced at the bedroom door. It was locked, yes, but what would the girls’ mom think if she came upon a locked bedroom door? Her own mother would totally freak if Corinne locked the door with someone else in her room. To her mom, that was a sure sign that they were doing something they shouldn’t be doing, and licking pussies certainly qualified for that. She hadn’t really considered it at first because she figured they would watch some porn for about ten minutes and leave the room. They had already been in there at least fifteen minutes, so Laura and Emily’s mom would start to grow suspicious soon and come try to enter the bedroom, perhaps with a brief knock before trying the doorknob.

Laura saw the glance and knew what Corinne was thinking. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “My mom’s not going to come in.” She looked over at Emily before continuing. “She knows Emily and me sometimes masturbate together, and she’s cool with it.”

“Holy fuck!” Corinne said. “Does she know that’s what we’re doing now?”

“Maybe, but don’t let it bother you. Like I said, she’s fine with it. She and her sister used to do the same. She even told us her own brother took her virginity.”

Corinne didn’t know what to say. She was shocked that the girls knew that about their mom. She herself had no clue when her mom had lost her virginity, assuming it had been on her wedding night. Finally, she said, “Are you shitting me? Your mom had sex with her sister and brother?”

“Yes, but you can’t tell her you know. The truth is when Emily and me get it on and my mom’s the only other person in the house, we sometimes don’t bother to lock the door at all. I did it this time just to make you more comfortable.”

Corinne continued to blush. This news was a shock, but it was also sexy as hell. She could feel her pussy twinge at this revelation. A question occurred to her. “Has she ever, you know, caught you guys?”

Laura giggled. “Yeah. One time she walked in and stood there for about a minute, just watching. Then she reached inside her shorts and started diddling herself. She ended up coming watching us.”

“Does she know you guys do more than masturbate together?”

Emily piped up. “What do you think she caught us doing when she got herself off?”

Laura was happy that Emily hadn’t added anything about having sex with their mom. She wanted to move more gradually into that. It was one thing for a couple of sisters to get it on with each other, that happened all the time. It was something else entirely for two sisters to have sex with their own mother. She didn’t want to scare Corinne off. She just wanted to make things a bit more relaxed for Corinne, not to mention setting the stage for Corinne and her mom to enjoy each other at some point in the future. Laura could tell her mom thought Corinne was hot. This was just adding some lube to the possibility.

Corinne said, “So she knows we’re probably fooling around in here?”

“I’d say the odds are somewhere between 99.9 and 100 percent,” Laura said. “I’d have told you before, but I figured you might freak out. Now that we’ve all come at least once and are planning more, I wanted you to be more comfortable.”

“Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s put her ear to the door a couple of times already,” Emily offered.

Corinne swallowed hard. She was getting so turned on from this that it surprised her. She had often wished her own parents were a little more lenient about sexual things. She didn’t expect them to urge her to seek sexual partners or anything, but she often wished she was better understood when it came to things like masturbation. For the first time in her life, she wondered if her own mother had ever masturbated. She considered the possibility that she may have even messed around when she was young, maybe even with a girl she knew.

But this?! She thought the girls’ mother was sexy, and now she began to picture the girls lying in bed, licking each other, as their mother entered and began masturbating, even having an orgasm right there in the sisters’ bedroom.

She squeezed her thighs together. Laura reached out and touched her knee, having recognized the movement for what it was — an effort to come. “Nuh-uh. Not yet,” Laura said.

Corinne’s nervous energy caused her to giggle. “You think she might be on the other side of the door right now, listening?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Laura said.

Suddenly, Corinne did something she thought she would never do in a million years. It was something that just occurred to her and she’d done before thinking about it. She began to squeal and moan out a fake orgasm loud enough to be heard almost anywhere in the house.

Laura’s jaw dropped open when Corinne did this, and despite the fact it really didn’t matter if they were heard, she reached out, giggling, and clamped a hand over her friend’s mouth. All three girls burst into laughter, which lasted for a while. Corinne couldn’t control herself. She actually felt relief that she could just be herself here.

Then an urge hit her. “Oh, god! I gotta pee!” she said, rising to rush into her clothes. “Where’s the bathroom?!” she asked.

Laura reached out and stopped her from putting on more than her panties, grabbing the shorts from the girl’s grasp. “Nuh-uh,” she said. “Go like that. It’s down the hall on the right.”

Corinne’s mouth opened into a large “O” as she realized she would have to go down the hall in nothing but panties, and the girls’ mother was out there, possibly right outside the door. It was either that, or pee right there on the floor.

“Oh, shit!” she muttered and darted toward the door. She nearly collided with the woman standing there as she threw the door open and dashed down the hall and into the bathroom. Yanking down the flimsy panties, she sat just in time for the pee to spray into the bowl. Just as she was finishing and reaching for the toilet paper, she heard Laura outside the door saying, “Just wipe! No rubbing!” The sisters burst into giggles once again, and Corinne blushed. She followed her friend’s instructions and did nothing more than wipe the pee from her pussy — along with quite a bit of her pussy cream.

When she flushed, the door opened and a naked Emily was pushing her out of the way to get to the toilet. Sitting, she began to pee, the door standing open. Laura, naked and laughing, was standing in the hall beside her mother, who was dressed, but also laughing.

“I guess they told you I was okay with their fun time,” Sandra said.

Corinne nodded, blushing. “I’m sorry if I made too much noise. It was a joke really.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetie. Just enjoy yourself while you’re here,” Sandra said, then added, “As long as it’s only us girls, that is.”

“I — well — I don’t know what to say. My mom would have a cow if she knew what we were doing,” Corinne said.

“Well, your secret’s safe with me,” Sandra said, running her eyes up and down Corinne’s nearly naked body, obviously enjoying the sight. “Are you a natural redhead?” Sandra asked, even though the answer was fairly obvious even if she couldn’t see the girl’s pubes.

“Yes,” Corinne answered as Emily got up from the commode and flushed.

Laura giggled as she replaced her sister. “Corinne, she’s hinting for you to remove your panties.”

Corinne looked at Sandra, embarrassed for not catching the innuendo. “Oh.”

When the young teen stood there for a moment, Sandra said softly, “Well? Don’t I at least get a peek?”

Corinne figured what the hell and pulled her panties down to her knees, letting them drop to her ankles. She stepped primly out of them and stood naked in the hallway, allowing the woman to get an eyeful of her nudity.

Sandra licked her lips subconsciously. “My, you are pretty, aren’t you?” Corinne just stood there, continuing to blush. “So how much did they tell you about me?” Sandra asked.

Laura interrupted as she wiped herself before Corinne could answer. “Just that you know about me and Emily and you’ve walked in on us before and liked what you saw.”

They all stood there awkwardly for a moment until the toilet flushed and Laura was there, pulling Corinne back into the bedroom, Emily following. The younger girl glanced at her mother and smiled before she shut the door.

Sandra looked down at the floor where Corinne’s panties sat. Bending over, she held the gusset to her nose and inhaled before licking some of the cream that was cooling on the soft fabric. Delicious!

“Oh my god! Your mom really is fine with this,” Corinne said.

“Good thing, considering the wail you let out earlier,” Laura replied. “Now, where were we?”

“You were about to have sex with Emily while I watch and masturbate.”

“And not come,” Laura reminded her.

“And not come,” Corinne agreed.

She watched as the sisters climbed onto the bed and embraced. They kissed each other, using tongues and obviously enjoying something they did frequently. Corinne was amazed that the girls were so familiar with each other. She was excited that this was not their first kiss, that they probably did this at least several times a week.

Corinne sat in one of the chairs to watch and began pinching her nipples slightly, feeling them pucker to express their desire. Her right hand reached slowly toward her pussy, caressing the soft mound.

At that moment, the bedroom door burst open. Sandra stood in the doorway. Hanging from her finger were Corinne’s panties. It was the only clothing on her body.

Corinne jumped at the sudden intrusion, her hands and arms moving instinctively to cover her nakedness. Then she noticed that the woman was naked.

“You left these in the hallway. I wouldn’t want my son or husband to find them,” she said, smiling. She looked at her daughters, lying together on the bed, hands frozen where they had been when she entered the room.

Sandra stepped over to the other chair and turned it to face her daughters. Looking at Corinne, she said, “You don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

Corinne shook her head, dumbfounded at these developments. Was their mother going to masturbate right there in front of her? In front of her daughters? What would she do when her daughters invited her onto the bed to keep their promise of licking her to an orgasm?

She watched as the older woman began pinching her own nipples and reached down to her own tummy, massaging the soft flesh before moving on to the open and hairless pussy. Turning to Corinne, Sandra said, “Well?” indicating she should join in.

Corinne continued touching herself, enjoying the feel of her hands and fingers.

On the bed, the sisters had moved on from kissing to tonguing each other’s nipples. Emily took Laura’s left nipple into he mouth and sucked on it while Laura stroked her sister’s hair. She looked like a mother nursing her daughter. The connection between them was intimate and loving.

Emily’s hand stole down her sister’s front to begin massaging her older sister’s pussy. Corinne could hear the sounds of the girl’s fingers as they spread Laura’s pussy cream over the folds and clit. Corinne pulled her fingers from her own cunt and stuck them into her mouth. She loved the flavor of her own pussy and wondered what it would taste like if she licked the sister’s on the bed. Would their juices taste different from her own?

She heard a moan from Sandra, beside her. Corinne watched as the woman pleasured herself and the girl wondered what a grown woman’s pussy would taste like. The idea that they were watching Sandra’s daughters making love, and that the mother was obviously getting off on what she was seeing, caused a ripple of intense passion to roll through Corinne’s body, spreading outward from her pussy.

She’s getting off watching her own daughters have sex, she thought to herself as the trembling of those waves of passion coursed throughout her.

Corinne felt the first waves of her orgasm and suddenly remembered what Laura had told her — that they would have sex for her if she promised not to come. She immediately withdrew her fingers from her pulsating pussy, just in time to stop the orgasm from cascading over the edge and enveloping her whole body in its rhythms and shocks. She fought to control her desire. Her pussy seemed to be demanding that she get back there right this instant! Her desire to come overwhelmed her.

Instead of waiting for the girls to finish their lovemaking, Corinne stood and climbed onto the bed with them. She was aware of the view she must have given the girls’ mother, who was still seated and rubbing herself to an orgasm she would not be required to prevent.

“What a lovely ass,” she heard Sandra say.

Laura gave Corinne a quick look of surprise, followed by one of understanding.

“I can’t wait,” Corinne said and lay back, offering her pussy to whichever girl could get there first.

Laura scooted over and planted her lips on the offered pussy, raking her tongue over the sensitive clit and the soft folds of flesh, all slick with Corinne’s juices. Emily moved to where she could get her own mouth on her sister’s pussy and reached down to fondle her own slit, spreading her cream around and enjoying the delicious thrills that gave her.

Then Emily had a thought. She maneuvered her hips over to Corinne, not even thinking about whether or not the older girl had ever licked another girl’s pussy. Emily simply assumed Corinne desperately wanted to make oral love to her pussy.

And she was right.

Corinne pulled the girl’s hips to her and glued her mouth to the younger girl’s cunt, licking up and down the slick lips of the girl’s pussy and settling on her clit.

Sandra couldn’t believe what had happened. She had insisted Corinne not find out about what she and her daughters did, and now she was sitting here, naked and masturbating as she watched the young teenagers in a daisy chain. She knew it wouldn’t be long for her, the tell-tale signs of her approaching orgasm bringing jolts of pleasure that would build and build until she fell off the mountain and into the bliss that awaited. Her hand was a blur as she rubbed herself, her other hand pinching and pulling her nipples.

The woman could see Emily’s mouth licking her older sister’s pussy, a pussy she longed to tongue even now, but she hesitated. For some crazy reason, she figured that masturbating while watching this erotic scene involving her own daughters was somehow not as big a thing as actually licking her daughters’ pussies in front of Corinne who an hour ago had no idea that there was any incest at all in her family. She supposed masturbating to their fun was not quite the same as engaging in sex with them, so she contented herself to bringing herself off while the three girls worked to bring each other to climax.

Then Corinne was coming. She didn’t need to announce it or anything as silly as that. Sandra just knew the signs. The girl’s hips were bucking against Laura’s mouth, and loud moans and gasps seemed to strangle their way out of the girl. Corinne began to chant “Oh, FUCK!” over and over as waves of pleasure swept through her.

Laura started coming within seconds of the beginning of Corinne’s orgasm. She, too, pushed her pussy into the mouth that devoured her, and Emily expertly held on, keeping her mouth and tongue pressed against her sister’s vulva.

When the older girls had finished coming, they lay back, exhausted. This left poor Emily still without her own orgasm.

Sandra thought, what the hell, and clambered onto the bed, moving her own pussy to Emily’s beautiful mouth while placing her own lips against her daughter’s mound. Corinne watched as the mother and daughter engaged in a wild sixty-nine. Laura was watching Corinne to see her reaction.

Once the mother-daughter pair had reached their mutual orgasms, Laura took Corinne into her arms, kissed her, and said, “Now you know.” Corinne lay there, staring into her friend’s eyes for a moment before glancing over to where Emily and her mother were now kissing each other. She watched as Emily’s hand stroked and squeezed her mother’s ass familiarly while the older woman returned the caress.

“Are you freaked out?” Laura asked her friend.

Corinne grinned at Laura. “Fuck no! I’m turned on!”

Laura smiled and kissed Corinne, their tongues playing lazily with each other. She pulled back finally and said, “You’re welcome over any time. We can have lots of fun. Besides, you don’t know about everything. There’s still a lot to tell you.”

Corinne raised her eyebrows. More? What else could there be?

“Your brother?” she guessed, wondering what it would be like to fuck him.

“Shit, no!” Laura said, laughing. “I’m 100% lesbian, and so is Emily.”

“Then what?” Corinne asked.

“Later,” Laura answered. “When we’re alone.” She winked at Corinne.

Corinne giggled and leaned in for another kiss, thinking how she’d found paradise right there in her own town.

Continue on to Chapter 13

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 11

  • Posted on January 15, 2018 at 8:52 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Laura was excited. The new girl on the swim team, Corinne, had accepted her invitation to spend the night. She was beautiful, a natural redhead, with emerald eyes that seemed to convey a sense of sexuality. Of course, Laura had no idea if Corinne liked sex or not, but she was hoping to find out.

Laura had watched Corinne when they were in the locker room changing into their swimsuits, as well as when they were showering off the chlorinated water. Corinne’s red patch of pubic hair stood out in the sea of black and blonde pubic hair of the rest of the girls. Laura noticed she was not the only girl checking out Corinne’s slender nudity and red pubes. Of course, Emily, Kelli and Kate did, but she counted more than a half dozen other girls who would surreptitiously glance up and down the girl’s body.

More than once, Laura had masturbated to images of her and Corinne together in bed. The sleepover was the first step. Emily had agreed to sleep on the sofa, fully aware of Laura’s intentions and wanting to allow her big sister to complete the seduction.

She had discussed her crush with her mom, of course. Sandra listened, her smile matching Laura’s, as her daughter gushed over the girl.

“Do you think she would be interested in sex?” Laura had asked.

“Honey, she’s fourteen. Of course, she’s interested in sex. It’s kind of a requirement of being an official teenager. The question is, would she be interested in sex with you?”

Laura sighed in exasperation. “Okay, fine. Do you think she’d be interested in sex with me?”

“I have no idea why you’re asking me. I’ve seen her but never even spoken to her, but what’s your plan of seduction?”

“Huh?”

“How do you plan to get her interested in doing something? It might only be masturbation together in your bed, but you should aim to start with something simple like that. I can tell you when I was your age, that would have been a lot less frightening than actually having sex with another girl.”

Laura considered her mother’s advice, and although she wanted to get her lips on Corinne’s pussy lips, she decided mutual masturbation might be all she could hope for this time. That could lead to more later. She had no idea how she might seduce her friend, but she thought something would come up if she tried to steer the conversation to sexual topics.

The evening of the sleepover finally arrived. Laura felt her heartbeat speed up when the doorbell rang, and she noticed both Emily and her mom smiling knowingly as Laura raced to the door.

Throwing it open, she was met by Corinne’ smiling face. “Hey!” Laura said, stepping back to allow the girl to enter. Corinne walked through the door and Laura hugged her as Corinne dropped her small overnight bag to embrace her new friend.

“Hey, yourself,” Corinne said.

As Corinne looked around the room as they hugged, she saw Laura’s younger sister and mom grinning at the two embracing girls. Corinne had noticed the attention she was getting from her teammates. She loved being admired in this way because she had been a pudgy girl before she reached puberty and began to grow taller and filling out some. Nobody had ever looked at her back then in the way they did now. She was aware she was turning into a beauty, and she relished that other people noticed, too. It had been a year ago when she’d first noticed the attention. A boy in her class at the school where she’d gone before her dad’s job required the move to this new town had asked her out and it was the first time she decided to take a new look at herself. She had gone home from school that day and undressed in front of the full-length mirror in her parents’ bedroom. She noticed that the baby fat that had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember was disappearing. She’d taken up swimming, and she wondered how much the activity had to do with the changes she saw that day for the first time.

What surprised her most of all, though, was the fact that staring at her naked body had turned her on. She had discovered masturbation when she was ten and had explored her bare pussy for the millionth time, enjoying the sensations until those sensations became nearly unbearable. Something inside told her to keep going since it felt so good, and at a point her insides seemed to explode into a state of sheer amazement at the feelings that spread throughout her young, chubby body. She had always noticed how good it felt to touch herself down there, but this was the first time it had felt . . . amazing. She did the same thing the next day, with the same result. In fact, she enjoyed looking at herself so much that she liked to use a hand mirror to watch herself masturbate sometimes.

Now, getting herself off had become a daily ritual, a private activity she managed to enjoy at least once during the day. She had not had an opportunity to come today, and she secretly hoped the sleepover might turn into something more sexual. Perhaps when they talked about boys, as they inevitably would, Laura would admit to being horny sometimes. Maybe, Corinne thought, she might be able to convince her new friend to masturbate with her. If not, she would wait until Laura was asleep and take care of things then. If Laura’s sleep seemed reluctant to arrive, she could excuse herself to the bathroom, where she would take care of herself and her daily need.

Laura could feel her friend’s small boobs pressing against her own as they hugged. She was so turned on, she wanted to push the girl to the floor right then and there and have sex with her, but of course she didn’t. First of all, Corinne would undoubtedly freak out and run screaming from the house, and second, Laura’s brother was sitting on the nearby couch reading a book. Laura noticed the look he gave Corinne, one of desire, and she thought to herself, Hands off, big brother. This one’s mine.

The embrace had lasted only a few seconds, and when the girls parted, Laura noticed the slight blush in Corinne’s cheeks. She wondered what might have put it there.

“Laura, show Corinne where your bedroom is so she can put her overnight bag somewhere other than in the family room,” Sandra said to her daughter.

“Oh! Sure,” Laura said, and turned to Corinne. “This way.” Corinne followed Laura down the hallway to the bedroom. She immediately realized that two girls lived in the room. She recognized some of Emily’s belongings she had seen at school. Her book bag was at one of the two small desks in the room, along with a separate closet for her clothes.

“You and your sister share a room?” Corinne asked.

“Yeah. But don’t worry. She’s sleeping on the sofa tonight. We’ll be able to stay up and talk and enjoy each ourselves without her being in here.”

Corinne wondered about the phrasing Laura had used. ‘Enjoy ourselves’? She felt her heart take a sudden leap at the possible meaning. Was she lucky enough to have Laura imagining the same things she had? That they might masturbate together? Her mouth went dry at the thought.

“I’m sorry Emily has to sleep on the sofa,” Corinne said. “I didn’t realize she might be put out by my staying here tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it. I sleep on the sofa when she has a friend over. We’re used to it.”

Corinne smiled. “Okay. As long as she doesn’t mind.”

“She doesn’t. She’s about as happy you’re here as I am.”

The girls looked at each other again, and Corinne felt herself blush before she looked away.

“C’mon. Let’s get a Coke and watch something on the TV,” Laura said.

“Sure! Do you have Netflix?”

“Who doesn’t? Whatcha wanna watch on it? Any current faves?”

Corinne’s blush deepened. “Well, my parents like to watch something that I’ve wanted to watch, but I’m not allowed. I was kinda wondering if we might could watch it here. To be honest, I don’t really even know what it’s about other than they like it and won’t let me watch it. I promise my folks won’t ever find out.”

Laura was intrigued. She wondered if it was a show with some sex in it. Why else would Corinne’s parents not want her to watch it? “What’s the show?”

“Orange is the New Black?” Corinne said, unsure if they would be allowed to watch it.

Laura’s jaw dropped. Was she kidding? Could she be this fortunate? Her friend wanted to watch a show that featured . . . lesbianism?

“You’ve never seen it?”

“No.”

“And you don’t know what it’s about?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Holy shit! It’s about a woman who goes to prison. That’s sorta where they get the title, you know? All the women are wearing these orange jumpsuit things.”

“Oh. Can we watch it?”

“Corinne? Do you know what women do in prison?”

Corinne looked confused. “What d’ya mean?”

“Like, you know, for sex.”

Corinne’s mouth dropped open. “You mean it’s about lesbians?”

“Yeah.”

Corinne wondered where watching a program like that might lead. She also thought about how much her mom seemed to like the show. What was that about? She wanted to masturbate together with Laura, but the idea of actually doing something with each other had not really occurred to her. Suddenly, the idea of having someone else touch her pussy, namely Laura, turned her on.

“Have you watched it?” Corinne asked.

“Sure. It’s a cool show.” Laura didn’t want to give away that she had enjoyed the girl-girl scenes, as mild as they were. The idea of watching the show made her realize that this was perfect. It would open up a discussion about lesbian sex when they went to bed that night.

“Would it be possible for us to watch it alone? You know, without everyone in the room knowing we were seeing the women have sex? That would be too embarrassing.”

“Well, my dad’s out of town on business, and my brother is staying the night with his best friend, so it will only be us and my mom and Emily.”

“What about your mom? Would she be okay with us watching something like that together? I mean, we’re sleeping in the same bed tonight, and I wouldn’t want her to start thinking we might do something.”

Laura felt a sudden drop of her enthusiasm when she heard that. It suggested Corinne wouldn’t be interested in lesbian sex for real. Still, she decided to go ahead and see if the show might change her mind. “My mom’s fine with it. Em and me can watch whatever we want on Netflix.”

“Wow, that’s so cool. I wish my parents were like that. Well, let’s wait ’til your brother leaves. I’d be mortified if some sex came on the screen and he was there.”

“Sure. He’ll be gone soon, I’m sure.”

The girls went into the kitchen to pour themselves some Coke on ice. While they prepared the drinks, Tad, Laura’s older brother, came in and said he was leaving. It was obvious he wasn’t coming to tell them so he could see his sisters. Laura noticed his eyes rake over Corinne, and she scowled at him as he left.

As soon as he was gone, Laura asked her mom if they could watch Netflix.

“Sure.”

The girls went into the family room and turned on the TV, tuning in to Netflix. Emily joined them. “Okay if I watch with you?”

Laura glanced at Corinne to see if she was fine with being joined by her little sister. Corinne, seeing the look, shrugged an ‘it’s okay with me’ to Laura.

“Sure. We’re gonna watch Orange Is the New Black.” Laura sneaked a smile at Emily, who smiled back. “Corinne’s never seen it before, so we’re starting with episode one.”

“Cool,” Emily said, and settled into an armchair facing the TV, draping one leg over the padded arm. Corinne looked Emily’s way and saw that her panties were clearly visible through the open leg hole of her short shorts.

When the scene began with Piper and her fiance, Corinne said, “I thought this was about lesbian sex.”

Emily giggled. “It is,” she said, “but it’s not like porn or anything, so don’t get your hopes up too high.”

Corinne looked at Emily. “I’m not getting my hopes up!” She blushed, wondering if she was being that obvious. “You’ve seen porn before?”

“Sure. Who hasn’t?” Emily answered.

Corinne didn’t answer. She had never seen any porn, but she wanted to. Her parents monitored her use of the internet. Their computer was set up to open a screen with a password only her parents knew, and they would never allow her online unless they were in the family room, where the computer was kept where anyone in the room could see the screen. She thought her parents were paranoid, but they were right that she’d be looking at things they didn’t want her to see if she were allowed to get online when alone. Still, all her friends had some private time on computers, and they weren’t running wild or getting in trouble with the police or anything. It was unfair!

When the episode had finished, she was disappointed that no nudity had happened beyond seeing a woman from the side near the end of the episode, but even then a hand was covering her breast so all you could see was some side boob. There was sex, but you really couldn’t see anything that was happening.

“There wasn’t any nudity,” Corinne said. The sisters could tell she was disappointed.

“There’s a lot of things on here with nudity,” Laura said. “Of course, there’s even more online,” she added, winking at Corinne.

Corinne looked down at the floor before cutting her eyes to where Emily sat, her panties still in plain view. “I’ve never . . . I mean, my parents don’t allow me to get online without them in the room.”

Laura’s mouth dropped open. “You’ve never seen any porn?”

“No.” She looked at the surprised faces of the sisters.

“Do you want to?” Emily asked.

Corinne’s face turned as red as her hair. “Sure.”

“Hold on a sec’,” Laura said and rose from the sofa and went in search of her mom. She found her in her bedroom, re-arranging her closet.

“Mom?”

“What is it, honey?”

“Is it okay if I take Corinne into the bedroom to watch some porn online? She’s never seen it before.”

Sandra looked at her daughter. “Well, I see you figured out your seduction plan.” She smiled at her daughter and hugged her. “Don’t get too loud. You don’t want to give away that we’re involved like that.”

“Sure. I just didn’t want you walking in on us or anything.”

“Have fun. Will Emily be with you?”

“Probably. I can’t imagine her letting us watch porn together without joining in.”

Laura returned to the family room and said, “Let’s all go to our bedroom.”

“What about your mom?”

“She knows not to come barging in on us. She allows us our privacy because, well, she knows we might not be dressed and all. Like I said, she’s very liberal about stuff like that.”

Corinne took this to mean their mother was aware they masturbated, which was good news. She again wondered where watching online porn might lead.

When they entered the bedroom, Laura locked the door for show. Then she took her seat in front of their computer and booted up. Emily pulled her chair over next to Laura’s and indicated that Corinne should sit there.

“What about you?” Corinne asked. “Are you going to watch too?”

“Of course, but I can stand behind y’all or sit on the end of the bed here,” Emily said.

Corinne took the seat and watched as Laura opened a site called Pornhub. Laura glanced at Corinne. “So, you wanna watch some lesbians or straight?”

“They have both?” Corinne asked, amazed that such things were out there for her to enjoy if only her parents would buy her a computer for her room.

“Sure, silly,” Emily said. “There’s even gay sex with guys.”

Corinne liked boys but wasn’t interested in watching them have sex with each other. She was unsure how to answer. She wanted to watch lesbians, but she didn’t want to say so. “You choose. It’s your computer.”

Laura shrugged. “Well, you obviously were disappointed there wasn’t any real lesbian sex in the show, so let’s look at that, okay?”

Corinne shrugged as well, not wanting the sisters to know that was what she hoped they would watch, and said, “Sex is sex. I just want to see people doing it.”

Laura clicked the search box and entered ‘lesbian’ there, pressing the enter key and watching the small pictures from the videos with brief, descriptive titles fill the screen. She saw one she liked called “Are you turned on?” She smiled and clicked on it. It was the perfect clip for them to watch, about two friends having a sleepover and getting involved, beginning with one character suggesting they just “help each other out.” As the video opened, she hoped she wasn’t being too obvious.

As the three girls watched, they became totally silent. Only their heavy breathing could be heard. Within less than a minute, Corinne was wondering if Laura had chosen this video on purpose since it involved two girls having a sleepover and getting horny. Was she suggesting they ‘help each other out’ the way it was happening in the video?

After one girl began rubbing the other beneath the covers on the bed, she started to wonder if that would be all they would see. She was both turned on and disappointed at the same time. She wanted to see exactly what was happening, and since it was happening where they couldn’t see it, she wondered if this would just tease them. After all, the girls could just be faking it. She’d heard that porn was real sex, not just simulation.

Then the girls were kissing, and there was a shot of the blond touching the other girl’s pussy through her shorts and panties. That was better, but she wanted more.

When the blond girl started licking and sucking the brunette’s nipples, she realized they would probably be seeing a lot more soon. She felt a small shudder run through her as the women began doing more to each other. They were really turned on, not just faking it.

“Oh my God!” Corinne breathed, feeling her pussy beginning to soak her panties.

Corinne was totally focused on the action on the computer screen and didn’t notice Laura and Emily exchange a glance. Laura grinned at Emily and nodded down at Emily’s pussy, her meaning clear.

Emily raised her eyebrows as if to ask if her sister was sure they wanted to move things along that quickly. Laura nodded before turning her attention back to the computer.

Several minutes passed, and the girls on the screen were getting more involved. When the brunette removed the blond’s pajama bottoms, revealing the thong that barely covered the blond’s pussy, its thin string running from the tiny patch of material along her ass crack, Corinne realized it was about to get really interesting. The blond’s pussy was clearly visible and the brunette leaned down and began licking the blond’s pussy.

Corinne heard a brief gasp behind her and glanced back at Emily. The younger girl was standing behind and between Laura and Corinne. Her hand was inside her shorts, but still outside her panties. She knew this because the waistline of the panties were behind her wrist.

She shuddered as she realized Laura’s little sister was masturbating right there in front of them. Well, really behind them, Corinne thought, but still in front of them in a different sense.

She looked up at Emily, who was smiling down at her. “Hey, if it feels good, do it, right?”

Corinne looked at Laura, wondering how she was taking it that Emily was playing with herself right there. Laura was grinning at her. “You don’t mind, do you? You can do it, too, if you want. I don’t know about you, but there’s no way I can watch something sexy like this and not get myself off.”

Movement from Emily made Corinne look back at her. The young girl was pulling her shirt over her head before she reached down to take her shorts and panties off. Within seconds, the girl was standing behind them, naked. Corinne had seen her naked before in the girls’ locker room at swim meets and practice, but this was different. This wasn’t just Emily naked. This was Emily naked and horny. Then as she watched, it became Emily rubbing her wet slit.

Corinne felt herself blush, more from desire than embarrassment. She noticed Laura moving, and she was lifting her butt from the chair and pulling her own shorts and panties down before lifting her shirt over her head. Now the sisters were both naked. She was the only one in the room with any clothes on. Should she join them? she wondered. She knew she would need to come, and this was what she had hoped would happen, but now that it was actually taking place, her nervousness was causing her to hesitate. She had never masturbated in front of anyone else before. Her own fantasies about this sleepover involved her and Laura in bed beneath the covers, touching themselves but not in full view of each other.

She couldn’t decide if this were better or not. It seemed to require more of a commitment from her.

She looked back at the computer screen, where the sisters were now focused. The brunette had removed the blond’s panties and was licking the girl’s pussy. The blond was nearly panting with desire. It was obvious she wasn’t acting. The girl was near an orgasm.

A small spasm in her panties let Corinne know she was going to come whether or not she touched her pussy. She realized that if she didn’t join Laura and Emily, they might be ashamed after they finished, thinking she was not happy this had happened. It might end up being the last time she got together with either of them.

She lifted her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra and let it tumble to the floor. Corinne noticed Laura glance over at her with approval as she lifted her butt and pulled her shorts and panties down, joining the sisters to be nude in the locked bedroom.

Then the blond in the movie was coming, shuddering and pressing her pussy against the brunette’s hungry mouth. It was too much for Corinne, she reached down and started rubbing herself, the orgasm taking over her body within seconds.

She remained as quiet as she could while she came, not wanting to take the chance that her friends’ mother might hear them. She figured for all the woman knew, the girls were just sitting in the room and talking.

What she didn’t know was that Sandra had stepped quietly along the carpeted hallway to the bedroom door minutes after Laura had locked it. She stood listening to the girls as they listened to the online porn. The girls were quiet until she heard Emily say something about how if it felt good, do it. She knew then Emily was rubbing herself. Sandra reached down to her own pussy and began stroking her wet cunt.

Laura watched, fascinated, as Corinne reached her orgasm. Only the nearly silent grunting breaths and jerky shuddering gave away that she was coming. Corinne leaned forward, hunching over with the intensity of her climax while keeping her fingers on her sensitive flesh, drawing out the wonderful feelings that enveloped her.

Sandra, her ear pressed to the door, could hear the small moans as Corinne came. At this point, her own shudders took over and she was coming, doing her best to be even more quiet than the girls. She could barely hear the sounds from the computer, so it was easy to tell this was one of the girls in the room who was coming, not one of the girl in the video.

Her orgasm subsided and she tip-toed away from the door, her fingers inside her mouth where she sucked her juices from them.

Inside the bedroom, Emily was the next to reach her climax. She was a bit more vocal than Corinne had been, and Laura shushed her. After her orgasm, when Laura said, “Mom might hear you!” she glanced at Laura with a ‘so what’ obvious on her face, until she realized they were playing the part of girls who didn’t actually have incestuous, lesbian sex with their mother.

Corinne noticed the odd exchange but said nothing, wondering what it meant. Emily didn’t look the least bit concerned that her mom might hear them masturbating in the bedroom. What was that all about? Were the girls allowed to be open about their fun? Were the sisters more than just masturbation mates? She wasn’t stupid. She knew that a lot of sisters their age would, as the movie had put it, ‘help each other out.’ Had Emily and Laura done that? Had they done what the two beautiful girls in the video were doing? Had they actually licked each other’s pussy?

The thought of that made her pussy twinge again with sudden lust, and the response surprised her. She realized she wanted the answers to the questions she asked herself to be yes. The idea of watching them together made her reach down and once again begin playing with herself.

Laura re-doubled her efforts as Corinne returned to her erotic activity. She rubbed the cream that seemed to be gushing from her vagina all around her inner labia, relishing the slick feel of her fingers gliding over her clit, sending tingling thrills throughout her body.

Beside Laura, Corinne’s breath started a staccato of sharp exhales. “Huh . . . huh . . . huh” burst from Corinne as the girl reached another quick climax.

Laura couldn’t wait any longer. Her pussy began to spasm, rocking her hips up and down from the seat as the orgasm consumed her. She came with an intensity that seemed to shake her entire body. Suddenly she smelled Emily’s pussy, and she realized her sister had clamped her hand over her mouth. Her sister’s fingers were still wet from her pussy. Had she been screaming?

Without thinking, and seemingly unaware of their situation that another girl was in the room, Laura pushed her tongue out and began licking Emily’s pussy juices from her fingers. She leaned forward, taking two of Emily’s come covered fingers into her mouth and began sucking, all while continuing one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.

As Laura’s intense climax began to subside, she remembered Corinne. She had become momentarily so involved in the orgasm, she forgot they weren’t alone. She stopped what she was doing, and looked over at her new friend, hoping she wasn’t making a disgusted face.

What she saw wasn’t a look of disgust, but she couldn’t tell exactly what it was. Her eyes were wide, either in disbelief or fascination–or perhaps both.

As Emily’s fingers slid from her mouth, Laura wondered what would happen then. She half expected Corinne to rise quickly from the chair and wordlessly get dressed before rushing out the door of the bedroom and demanding to be taken home.

Instead, Corinne said, “You do,” and her mouth dropped open.

Corinne glanced up at Emily, to see her reaction to what her sister had done. She wasn’t shocked. She looked more embarrassed than anything. She looked back at Laura and repeated herself. “You really do.”

Laura, knowing the answer to her question, asked it anyway.

“I really do–what?”

“You guys have sex together,” Corinne said. “Like those girls in the video.” She glanced at the screen, but the video had ended.

Laura looked frantic. There was no sense in denying it. She had taken her sister’s creamy fingers into her mouth with familiarity. It was obvious she had done that before. “Please don’t tell anyone! Our lives would be over!”

Corinne hadn’t even considered doing such a thing. No, she had been thinking about that night instead. The image of the sisters together had brought on her latest orgasm. She wanted to see it in real life, not just her imagination.

“I’d never tell a soul,” Corinne said. “But–” she hesitated before saying what she wanted so badly to say. “But can I watch you two together?”

Continue on to Chapter 12

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 10

  • Posted on November 23, 2017 at 8:59 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Tanya lay beside her sister and smiled at her before glancing at her mother and aunt, who grinned back. “Are you sure about this?” Tanya asked.

“Completely sure,” Callie answered her daughter, placing a pillow between herself and the bed post to allow as much comfort as possible. She and her older sister, Melanie, sat back to watch the two young sisters. Melanie had not seen them together, and in a way, neither had Callie. She’d seen what was happening, but not from where she could get a good look since the real action had been blocked from view by Tanya’s body. Now, however, she would be able to get up and get as close to the action as she wanted.

“What should we do first?” Tanya asked, excited but nervous about being watched by her mother and aunt while she and Becky had sex.

“Whatever you want to do,” Melanie said. “It’s totally up to the two of you.”

Tanya leaned close to Becky. “Let’s start out by kissing. That’ll give us some time to get used to being watched.”

Becky grinned and nodded. She loved kissing her big sister, so that was a perfect way to begin as far as she was concerned.

Tanya leaned forward and pressed her lips to Becky’s. Their kiss was fairly quick at first, nothing very sexy. Just a kiss. That one led to another, lasting a bit longer. Then the girls began using their tongues, tenderly touching them at first before moving on to more passionate kisses. Full, open-mouth French kisses that heated up quickly as their breathing signaled the urgency that was growing in the girls’ more intimate areas.

Tanya could feel her pussy getting very wet very quickly. She could feel the slick cream oozing from her vagina and coating her labia as her pussy swelled with need. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire and the liquid seeping from her vagina was like gasoline.

Becky soon forgot they were being watched and concentrated on her sister’s lips and tongue. She could feel her older sister’s breathing grow quick and heavy, and she was again thrilled that she could have that effect on her sixteen-year-old sister. She couldn’t wait for the two of them to get together with Kelli, who would probably jump at the chance to make love with Tanya. She wondered who else they might be able to have fun with.

A sudden lustful whimper from the foot of Tanya’s bed reminded Becky that they were being watched. That was when it occurred to her that they might end up having sex with their own mother, not to mention their aunt. They would almost certainly be seeing their mother and her own sister having sex together, maybe even that very day. How much different would it be for she and Tanya to join in? Incest was incest, wasn’t it? Did it matter if it were sisters, a mother and her daughters, or an aunt and her nieces?

Becky glanced at the foot of the bed and her eyes met her mother’s. Her mom’s eyes had the same glazed-over appearance that Tanya’s did when she was super horny, causing Becky to wonder if her own eyes glazed over like that when she was as excited as she was now.

Then Becky noticed where her mom’s hand was. Her mom was touching her own slit, rubbing it near the top where Becky had recently learned was where the center of a girl’s horniness lay, enfolded in a small pocket of flesh, which Tanya had called her “hood.” The thought occurred to Becky that she was actually watching her mom masturbate, and that sent a shiver of desire running from her pussy throughout her body.

Then the nine-year-old shifted her gaze to Aunt Melanie, who had fingers at her slit as well. She watched as the woman’s manicured fingers massaged the juices her vagina made all around the inner lips, making them glisten in the light from the bedside lamp. For the first time, Becky wondered if her aunt’s pussy would taste anything like Tanya’s. Then she thought about her mother again. How would her mother’s pussy taste?

Becky realized her mouth was watering at the thought of tasting the women. She hoped it would happen soon and she wondered if they would object if she asked them if she could lick them.

Tanya was now traveling down her sister’s body, placing small kisses on Becky’s soft skin as she went. She stopped at Becky’s non-existent breasts, tonguing the nipples and feeling them grow stiff in her mouth, despite belonging to a nine-year-old girl. She moved down her baby sister’s tummy until she arrived at the girl’s bald pussy. She grinned up at Becky as she flicked the little girl’s slit with her tongue, making sure to make direct contact with the small clit.

Becky shuddered at the sudden contact. When the pleasure hit her like that, she glanced again at her mother and her mother’s sister. Each was smiling. Each was still rubbing her own pussy. As Becky watched, her aunt reached over with the hand that was not occupied with her own pussy and began pinching her own sister’s nipples. Becky was fascinated watching her aunt playing with her own sister’s boobs.

Tanya wanted to sixty-nine with her sister while her mother and aunt watched them and masturbated. She wanted the two women to come at the exact same time she and Becky did, though she knew that was probably not going to happen.

Lowering her pussy to Becky’s mouth, Tanya felt her little sister’s mouth against her pussy and realized she would not be taking very long to reach her own climax. She could feel her clit throbbing with the need to come, and Becky was a natural at licking pussy, so she knew it wouldn’t be long now.

Tanya heard movement at the foot of the bed and glanced that way. Her mother was now bent over to lick her own sister’s breasts. The teenager watched as her mother sucked Aunt Melanie’s boob into her mouth before releasing it before attacking the nipple. Tanya could see her mother’s teeth teasing the nipple, nibbling it softly as the circle of flesh puckered in delight.

Then the two women began fingering each other. Fingers plunged into their pussies. It was the most erotic sight Tanya had ever seen. Her mother was sucking her own sister’s nipple and fucking the woman’s pussy with two fingers. Tanya’s aunt had her hand on the other woman’s pussy and was flicking the clit expertly while Tanya watched.

Tanya felt the orgasm rising from deep within her body. It rushed up on her like a freight train and plowed into her, making her screech as the climax seemed to grasp her body and mind, causing huge spasms to rock her. Her entire universe seem centered in her clit as she came, the throbbing waves of pleasure washing over her and turning her body into a quivering mass of spent desire.

Becky held on as Tanya came, feeling her older sister’s pussy spasm while Tanya’s body quaked. As soon as Tanya’s orgasm started to ease off, Becky’s began. She shivered and trembled as the climax took her. Snatches of her surroundings became all she could comprehend outside her own pussy. Quick flashes of images burst in her mind like snapshots. Tanya’s inner thigh. Her aunt’s smiling face. Her mother’s own face, her mouth in an “O” of surprise and awe at the power of her daughter’s orgasm. Fingers frozen at the entrances to mature pussies. Then the darkness of the world behind her closed eyes as she squeezed them shut to focus on the massive orgasm that gave her so much pleasure.

Then the sisters were lying back themselves to watch their mother and aunt together. They had not come yet, and it was obvious they were greatly in need of doing just that.

Melanie was looking at her younger sister, the mother of the two young girls at the other end of the crowded bed. As she stared into Callie’s eyes, she brought her fingers to her mouth — the same fingers that moments before had been plunging in and out of her sister’s vagina — and pushed the fingers into her mouth, closing her mouth around them as if it were her brother’s cock, and sucking the juices from them. Pulling the saliva-coated fingers from her mouth, she said, “Mmm . . . finger-lickin’ good.”

The two older sisters giggled at the words, and then kissed.

“I want to do what I’ve only dreamed about,” said Melanie.

“So do I,” Callie answered, totally willing to do what she had avoided when she and her older sister were teenagers.

The two women moved into a sixty-nine position as if they’d done it together every day of their lives. The movement was natural, as if nature had predetermined it would happen one day.

Melanie moved toward her sister’s pussy, savoring the moment. Then she pressed her face into Callie’s pussy, pushing her tongue out to fuck her sister the same way her fingers had been doing not long before. She pushed her tongue into Callie’s cunt, gathering the moisture there and pulling her tongue back into her mouth to swallow the nectar she could gather. Then she repeated the motion, tongue-fucking her sister and doing her best to record in her mind each second of their actions — the actions she had longed to engage in since she was Tanya’s age.

Callie was more tentative than her sister, but just as enthusiastic. Once her tongue had begun exploring her older sister’s vagina, she realized they were doing something they had been meant to do since childhood. She nearly cried when she thought of the time they’d wasted while she struggled with her incestuous desires for her older sister, trying to deny them while those desires manifested themselves in a million things she did to avoid the inevitable. The choices in her life had all been nursing the denials. Her roommate in college had reminded her of Melanie in so many ways. It was all so clear now.

She’d always been in love with her sister. And her own daughters had been the catalyst for finally bringing them together.

As she felt her climax soaring, she could feel Melanie’s own orgasm taking her. The two women held each other around their thighs as they came, bucking into each other’s faces and delighting in finally doing what they’d been meant to do for so long.

As their orgasms receded, they fell back and started laughing. The two young girls at the other end of the bed looked at each other in wonderment as their mother and aunt laughed. Then the two older women moved to lie with each other, embracing in a way they had never embraced before.

“That was too long in coming,” Melanie said as the laughter died.

“I agree,” Callie said, “but the coming didn’t last long enough, I’m afraid.”

The two women fell into more laughter, finally calming and looking at the two young girls.

“Don’t mind us, girls,” Melanie said. “We’re just coming to grips with the reality that we finally ate each other’s pussy, which we should have done years ago.”

“Oh,” the girls said in unison.

Melanie looked at the two girls. “Okay, who’s up for swapping partners?”

Callie looked at her sister in shock. “What?”

“Oh, come on. You don’t think this is stopping here, do you? Admit it. You’re dying to taste your girls. Don’t deny it, either. I mean, do you want to wait until more years have gone by before giving in to what you know deep inside you want?”

Callie looked at her daughters. “Maybe they aren’t interested in having sex with their mother or aunt.”

“Are you kidding?” Becky said. “I’d love to!”

********

Kelli had been riding in the front seat with Kate in the back while their mother drove them home. She sat there in the passenger seat, watching the scenery flit past, thinking about the sudden visit to their mom’s aunt’s house. Her mom’s uncle had been put in the hospital after a sudden heart attack, and they had left quickly to visit.

Kelli and Kate had spent a lot of time with some cousins, Jade and Julie, sixteen-year-old identical twins. The twins had not been pleased at first with having to watch their younger cousins, but they had come to enjoy Kelli and Kate’s company quite a bit. Julie smiled at the memory of the past few days.

Jade and Julie were the daughters of one of their mom’s cousins. They both had black hair that fell down their backs nearly to their butts and eyes so brown they looked like dark chocolate. Kelli thought they were two of the most beautiful girls she’d ever known. She’d only seen them a couple of times in her life, the last time being nearly six years ago. Kate didn’t even remember them since she’d been only six the last time they’d seen each other. Kelli had been eight, so she remembered them, but only that they were cousins and pretty.

Now, though, she was fourteen and an admitted lesbian sexpot, eager to have sex with just about any girl who might be willing to fool around. Kate was the same way. When Jade and Julie had balked at entertaining their younger cousins, Kelli had decided to let them catch her playing with herself to see where that might lead. She would have tried something more subtle, but they only had a few days together and she could think of nothing else to try. After all, what would her cousins do? Tell her mother? Mom wouldn’t care in the least, except for possibly being annoyed that Kelli had been so brazen. And if the girls told their parents, so what? She was only doing what every healthy girl her age liked to do.

So the first day after their arrival, Kelli excused herself when she, Kate, and their cousins were alone. She went directly to the twins’ bedroom and pulled her shorts down to her ankles before climbing on the twins’ queen-size bed. Raising her ass in the air, she began to play with herself hoping it wouldn’t take long for the older girls to wonder where she’d gotten to and investigate.

About five minutes after she’d started, she heard one of them — she couldn’t tell them apart yet — come down the hall toward the room, calling for her.

“Kelli? Where are you?”

Kelli ignored the question and continued playing with her pussy, smearing the juices around and enjoying the feel. Her heart began to pound from the excitement of being caught. She’d left the bedroom door ajar on purpose. Sure enough. the twin — it turned out to be Jade — walked into the bedroom and gasped.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Kelli just looked back at Jade without stopping and smiled. “Playing with myself. What’s it look like?”

“You–! Oh my god!”

Kelli had been close and the shock on her cousin’s face at the sight pushed her over the edge. She came while Jade stood there, staring at her younger cousin’s ass and pussy. Kelli groaned and shook as the climax shook her.

Then there were two more people in the room. Kelli collapsed onto her back and caught her breath, her fingers still working calmly between her labia, toying lightly with her clit, which was still twitching from her recent orgasm.

“Holy shit!” Julie said. Kelli looked into the girl’s grinning face before glancing at Kate, who was grinning as well. She could tell Kelli had been discovered on purpose and knew why. Her eyes were already glazing with thoughts of what might happen.

Jade stood over Kelli, her face registering shock over what she’d found in her bed. “I hope you didn’t get any of your come on our bedspread!”

“Relax,” Kelli said. “It’ll wash out if I did.”

“Why did you do this?” Julie asked, her grin still plastered on her face. Kelli could tell she was turned on by what they’d found.

“Cuz I was horny. Why else?”

Jade looked at Kate then back at Kelli. “Does she know you do this?”

“Of course,” Kelli said. “Sometimes she joins me.”

The twins looked at Kate, the surprise evident on their faces.

Julie said, “You do?”

“Sure. Why not?” Kate said.

“What if we tell your mom?” Jade asked.

“She already knows,” Kelli said.

“She knows you two jill off together?” Jade asked.

Kate spoke up. “She might even–”

“Hush, Kate,” Kelli said. Kate realized Kate meant that maybe telling them about what they do with their mom might be going over the line, so she said nothing.

“Yeah, she knows,” Kelli said. “Caught us together once. We talked about it, and she realized girls are gonna do what girls are gonna do. Know what I mean?”

The twins looked at each other and blushed, signaling they knew exactly what Kelli meant. She immediately knew the two older girls had at least experimented with each other, maybe more. Maybe a lot more, in fact.

Kelli dove in with what she said next. “Wanna watch what we like to do together?”

The twins once again exchanged a look. “You won’t tell?” Julie asked.

“Why would we tell?” Kelli said.

The twins looked at each other again, then looking back at Kelli they nodded. “Sure,” Julie said. “We’d love to watch.”

“Get naked, Kate,” Kelli said as she began removing her own clothes.

Kate eagerly began stripping and hopped onto the bed when she was done. She leaned to Kelli and whispered in her ear. “How far should we go?”

Kelli whispered back, “All the way.”

Kate grinned. She loved being watched, and she felt this was going to lead to a lot of fun with their gorgeous cousins.

“Suck my nipples,” Kelli said loud enough for the twins to hear.

Kate bent down and began tonguing her sister’s nipples, causing Kelli to sigh with pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” said one of the twins.

Kelli looked at them. They were standing at the foot of the bed, eyes wide and mouths hanging open in disbelief. As she watched, Julie reached up with one hand and began playing with a nipple through her shirt and bra. Kelli smiled and said, “Don’t let us stop you.”

“Huh?” Jade said.

Kelli nodded toward Julie. Jade turned to see what her twin sister was doing and immediately understood what Kelli meant.

Kate began to move down her sister’s body, kissing her tummy along the way and tonguing Kelli’s navel before continuing her sexual journey. When she reached Kelli’s pubes, she heard one of the twins mumble, “Oh, shit.”

Kelli looked at Jade and Julie and said, “Wouldn’t things be easier if you were naked?”

Kate heard the twins hurriedly undressing. Then she felt the mattress moving as the older girls climbed onto their bed. Kate glanced at them before she covered Kelli’s mound with her mouth. The twins were starting to play with their pussies.

“I know you two do more than just masturbate together,” Kelli said as she did her best to control her breathing while Kate got down to business. “I could tell from the looks you gave each other when I said that about girls doing what their gonna do. So if you want to do, well, more — feel free.”

“You sure?” Julie asked.

“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” Kelli said. “After things get started, maybe we can swap partners.”

Kate had to stop what she was doing as she watched the twins get into a sixty-nine. Then swinging her own leg over her sister, she lowered her own pussy to Kelli’s mouth.

Soon, the room was filled with the moans of the four girls, not to mention the distinct aroma of horny pussies. They all came within two minutes of each other.

As the four girls caught their breath and giggled, Kate said, “So, who wants to lick my pussy while I lick hers?”

Both twins said simultaneously, “ME!”

Needless to say, they no longer resented having to entertain their young cousins. The rest of the stay was unbelievable to the point of asking their parents if they could catch the train later that summer for a visit with Kelli and Kate. Puzzled at their daughters’ change of heart, they’d said yes.

Kelli smiled at the memories of their time with Jade and Julie. Now riding in the front of the car, she looked over the back of her seat at Kate, who was slumped on one side of the car reading something on her laptop.

“Whatcha reading?” Kelli asked.

“A story I saved onto my laptop from Juicy Secrets.”

“And you’re still dressed?” Kelli asked.

Kelli watched as her sister pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees. Kelli grinned as she watched Kate begin playing with herself.

“Which story?”

“It’s one about some cousins,” Kate said and grinned.

Their mother caught on. Turning toward Kelli, Tracy said, “Did you two do something with Jade and Julie?”

Kelli grinned. “Yeah. You shoulda been there. It was awesome.”

Tracy turned her attention back to the road. They would be home soon and she would have fun with the girls then. She didn’t have to worry that Kate would wear herself out. Tracy had come to realize that was damn near impossible. Still, she made eye contact with Kate in the rearview mirror. “Save some for me,” she said and continued driving.

“Always,” Kate said and returned to her story and her bald young pussy.

Continue on to Chapter 11

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

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

By Cheryl Taggert

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becky giggled. “Naked?”

“Sure. I like being naked.”

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

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

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

“I think you know why.”

“Should I get naked too?”

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

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

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

“Some.”

“Have you made yourself come yet?”

Becky giggled and nodded.

“When?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tears formed in her eyes. Was Tanya a pedophile?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. Together. In bed. Having sex.”

“But Becky’s only nine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mel!”

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

“Can we get back to the current problem?”

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

“How am I overreacting?”

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

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

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

“Yes, I remember,” said Callie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In college. My roommate.”

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“Oh . . . wow.”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, honey. I didn’t–”

“I know. I’ve kept it from everyone.”

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

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

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

“When should I talk to them?”

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

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

“Sure, hon. See you then.”

********

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

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

“What’s insatiable mean?”

“It means you can’t get enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Last night,” Callie said.

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

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

Both girls turned crimson and Becky started to cry.

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

Still crying, Becky said, “Huh?”

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

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

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

Callie nodded before looking at the floor in shame.

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

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

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

The girls grew even redder, if that was possible.

“Are we grounded forever?” Becky asked.

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

Both girls’ jaws dropped this time.

“Do you mean–?” Tanya began.

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

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

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

“What?” the girls asked in unison.

“We want to watch you.”

“Watch us?” Tanya asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Callie hoped she was doing the right thing.

Continue on to Chapter 10

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 8

  • Posted on October 14, 2017 at 8:03 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Several days passed, and Becky had been thinking of her fun with Kelli ever since the time she had gone to the teenager’s house and gotten naked with the older girl. She wanted to have more fun, but Kelli hadn’t been home the past couple of days. She spoke to one of the girls who lived next door to Kelli, and the girl — she thought her name was Lana or Laura — said Kelli and Kate had gone out of town on a family emergency, but they would be back soon.

“Why you wanna see Kelli?” the girl asked, looking suspicious that a nine-year-old like Becky would be looking for a fourteen-year-old.

“She loaned me a quarter the other day and I wanna pay her back,” Becky said. Becky loved old movies about gangsters, and she had heard that line used to explain why someone was being looked for a hundred times, at least. Of course, in the movies it was a lot more than twenty-five cents, but she knew if she said a big amount, the older girl would know she was lying.

Becky went back home, feeling very horny for a girl who had only learned about orgasms just a few days before. She had heard about them, but she had never actually had one until Kelli licked her coochie. She remembered that Kelli said she should call it her pussy, but Becky still called it her coochie in her own mind. Becky wanted Kelli to lick her there again, not to mention how she wanted to lick Kelli this time, but now Kelli was out of town. Disappointed and sexually frustrated for the first time in her life, she trudged home, where Tanya, her sixteen-year-old sister was in charge of watching her.

When Becky walked into her house, a memory struck her, and she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before. She had caught her sister Tanya touching her own coochie before, even though Tanya had no idea she had been caught with her hand on her privates. She wondered if she could somehow get Tanya interested in playing around like that with her. She might even be able to get Tanya to lick her. She might even get to lick Tanya in return!

********

Tanya Borden lay on her bed, wishing she didn’t have to keep an eye on her bratty little sister. Her mom treated her like a slave, making her do the babysitting instead of hiring someone to do the onerous job. Tanya was especially upset that her mom didn’t give her one fucking dime to babysit. “I put a roof over your head and food in your stomach. That should be enough,” her mom had said. The bitch! How would she like it if her boss at her office said, “I provide you a place to get away from your kids for a day, so you don’t get paid because that should be enough”?

At least Becky didn’t sit around the house all day and mope or watch TV or something. She was an outdoor girl and spent most of her time playing outside, usually alone since the cretin was unable to have friends or something. Tanya had friends, but they weren’t allowed to come over during the day because her bitch of a mom said no friends allowed. “You and your sister can entertain each other,” her mom had said when she’d complained about not being able to have any fun while watching the little twerp.

So, instead of having friends over to talk about guys, she had to talk to them on the phone. The only problem with that was that if ‘her highness’ walked in to demand a snack or anything else, Tanya had to end the call because what she talked about with her friends was not for her sister’s ears. Hell, it wasn’t for any nine-year-old’s ears. Either they were talking about guys and sex or just sex. Becky didn’t know shit about that stuff, and the way her mom protected the little witch, she probably wouldn’t know anything about it until she was forty or something.

As she lay there that morning having a silent hissy fit about her unpaid job, a thought crossed her mind. It had been rolling around in her brain for about a week, but now it was starting to become an obsession. What if she taught that little shit, Becky, about sex? It would serve her mom right if her little angel learned about sex at such an age. When Tanya was nine, she only knew you peed out of your pussy. Oh, sure, she’d managed to discover that certain pressures and touches felt good, but that was all. She had no fucking idea what to do about it. It wasn’t until a friend had told her about online porn when she was ten that Tanya got curious and went looking for some of it to satisfy her curiosity. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. She had indeed managed a shit-load of satisfaction from the online treasures she found.

First there were stories out there by the millions. At first, all of them turned her on just because they — and the feelings she got from them — were new to her. Then she realized there were certain stories that turned her on more than others. Then she began seeking stories by certain authors because their writing was better than that of most of the other writers.

Then, just last week, she had found the mother lode. She had read stories like these before and was quite surprised they turned her on. She had no idea why they did; they just did. The realization made her feel rather pervy. She encountered the first of them at a site called nifty.org. Then she discovered a few other sites through links, but when she found this one site a week ago yesterday, she had been forced to admit that if this stuff really did turn her on as much as it had, then she would just have to accept that she was a perv. Or maybe she was more normal than she knew and that people just never admitted how they felt about such things.

The site she had found the week before was called Juicy Secrets. The stories were about girls having sex with other girls, but it was more than that. She had found that most of the stories involved incest, which was pervy enough, but they also involved little girls. It was pedo stuff, but with women and older girls having sex with the younger ones instead of men.

At first, she thought about how the girls in the stories were all much more in tune with their bodies than real girls their age, deciding that was why they called it fantasy. Then Tanya had read some of the comments from some of the readers, as well as some of the authors. Apparently, there were a lot of girls who had learned about sex and orgasms at a young age. She had begun corresponding with one of the authors and an owner of the site, Cheryl Taggert, who told her that yes, she had actually discovered those ‘good feelings’ when she was little. Very little, in fact, like only four.

Tanya had been forced to admit her secret fantasy to herself. She still liked guys and enjoyed sex with them on occasion. But what really had started to turn her on was the idea of having sex with a little girl. A little girl who was willing and eager to do the things she thought about.

The sixteen-year-old had enjoyed girl-girl sex, but always with friends her own age. She and Marcia Daniels had even allowed a couple of boys they liked to watch them together. It was kinky and fun until the boys wanted to horn in on what they were doing. That was when they made a pact never to let a boy watch them again.

Now, she began to wonder if Becky would do stuff like that with her if she taught her about it. She knew the twerp wouldn’t tell, even if she didn’t want to do it, because she knew what kind of a living hell the house would be if their mom found out that Tanya had even attempted such a thing.

As Tanya lay there that morning, images began to crowd her brain. She saw herself talking Becky into messing around, getting the little imp naked with her, and having her baby sister lick her pussy, which was rapidly demanding some attention. She wondered what it would be like to lick Becky’s bald pussy. She had seen it before, of course. They rarely worried about brief flashes of nudity as they traveled from taking a bath to their bedrooms, not even their mother, whom the girls saw naked nearly every day since she kept her bedroom door open while she got ready for work each morning after her shower. Not only that, they had only one bathroom, and female nudity was fairly common in the hallway that led from the bathroom to each of the bedrooms.

Until recently, her naked sister never turned her on. Now, it seemed to be all she could think about. Since discovering the Juicy Secrets website, fantasies involving Becky had increased in frequency. This morning they were the only thing she could think about. She had even stopped being so pissed at her mom. Yes, she saw seducing Becky as pay-back at her mom for making her watch her sister all the time, but it was also very enticing. When she felt a sudden, wet throbbing in her pussy, she realized it was more than enticing. It was becoming damn near a necessity.

Tanya was wearing gym shorts that morning, along with her panties and a midriff t-shirt. Reaching down, she squeezed her pussy, feeling the electricity shooting through the excited flesh. She glanced at her bedside clock, which showed 8:27 a.m. Becky had left the house just a short time ago. She had knocked on Tanya’s bedroom door and said she was going out to play, and that meant she wouldn’t be home for at least another hour or two, depending on when she decided she wanted a snack.

Tanya grasped the waistband of her gym shorts and peeled them down. Then hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her cotton panties, she tugged them over her butt and hips and off. Then she lifted the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. She noticed Becky had left her bedroom door slightly ajar when she had left to go outside, but Tanya decided not to worry about it. Becky wouldn’t be home until well after she finished coming. In fact she felt she would have time for a shower and a phone call to Marcia by the time her little sister came back home.

She had plenty of time. She might come four or five times before getting out of bed, though she usually stopped at two — three at the most.

********

Becky thought about Tanya as she quietly entered the house. She wondered if Tanya had fallen back to sleep. She would do that sometimes, and the house was completely quiet, so naturally, Becky assumed her sister was still in bed.

She wondered how she should get her sister interested in sex. It wasn’t as if she could just walk up to her and say, “Kelli, that girl down the block, taught me about orgasms. You wanna give me one?” She had no idea how to bring up the subject of sex. She sat on the sofa and thought about it for several minutes. She wondered if she could confess to catching Tanya touching herself but decided against that idea since that might only make Tanya mad.

Then she came upon a plan that might work. Maybe she could tell her that someone she knew had told her about sex and touching and so she was coming to her big sister to find out what was true about it.

Becky smiled, rose from the sofa, and tip-toed down the hall to Tanya’s bedroom door. The carpet helped hide the sound of her footsteps as she approached the partially open door. Just as she was about to knock softly, she heard something that made her freeze, her hand less than an inch from making contact with the door. She felt her mouth drop open.

She heard Tanya whimper. She could have thought it was Tanya crying about something, but Tanya rarely cried anymore. Also, the sound was now familiar to Becky. She had heard that same sort of whimpering from Kelli when she was about to have an orgasm. It also sounded like Tanya that time she had caught her sister touching her coochie.

Becky felt confused, aroused, and lucky, all at the same time. She wondered what she should do now that Tanya was doing stuff to herself, which led to the confusion. Her arousal was due to the fact Tanya was masturbating on the other side of the partially open door, and she felt lucky because the idea that Tanya was already turned on somehow made what she had to do easier. For a moment, she wondered if she should just walk in and catch her, but she decided against that idea. Just like confessing to catching her before, catching her now could just make Tanya mad.

Becky decided to stick to her original plan. The difference now was that she was aware that Tanya was already horny and wanting an orgasm. Becky hoped that would give her an advantage. Taking a deep breath and doing her best to make her pussy calm down, she knocked gently on the door.

Except that her knock was a little too gentle. Tanya didn’t even seem to notice it. She took another breath and knocked again, more forcefully this time.

“What?!” Tanya said.

“Can I come in?” Becky asked.

She heard some scrambling on the bed, followed by Tanya saying, “Uh, sure. Okay.”

Becky walked in and immediately knew Tanya was naked under the covers of her bed. Her big sister was holding the covers up nearly to her chin in an effort to cover as much of herself as possible.

As soon as she crossed the threshold of the door, Tanya said, “Yeah? What is it?”

“I — uh — needed to talk to you ’bout something.”

Tanya heaved a heavy sigh and said, “What? And make it quick.”

“Well, uh,” Becky began then wondered if she could go through with it. She continued, “Uh, well, I mean, I was, uh–”

“Jeez, Becky! Either say what you need to say or go away. I’m busy!”

Becky felt her cheeks beginning to burn. She turned to leave but stopped herself. Her teacher had told her she needed to be more assertive, explaining what the word meant, and this was, after all, her sister. Tanya might hate her, but this would not make her hate her any more than she already did. She decided at the last second to take the more direct route.

“I know what it is you’re doing.”

Tanya stared at Becky. How could she know? She’s just nine. Then Tanya realized her little sister might know more than she thought. That erotica author Cheryl did at age nine.

“What was I doing?” Tanya asked in an accusatory tone.

“You were playing with your coochie.” There, thought Becky. That was assertive.

Tanya stared at Becky, wondering what to say next. After a beat, she said, “How would you know that?”

“I just know.” Becky didn’t want to involve anyone else in this conversation if she could help it, and explaining how she knew might require mentioning Kelli.

“Were you spying?”

“No. I’ve just–”

“Just what?” Tanya asked, wondering where the fuck this was going.

“I’ve seen you doing it before — and heard you.” There, the cat was out of the bag now. “And I heard you when I walked up to your bedroom door just now.”

Tanya squinted at her little sister. “When did you see me before?”

“A while back,” Becky answered. “I don’t remember what day or anything. It was a couple of weeks ago, I think.”

“You didn’t tell Mom, did you?”

“Of course not. She’d hit the roof.”

Tanya wasn’t sure what her mom would do exactly since she had to know most girls masturbate. Hell, even her mom might since she was still a healthy young woman and had no man in her life, or woman for that matter. Tanya mostly didn’t want the embarrassment of her mom knowing it for certain.

“Well, thanks for that. Anyway, since you know what I was doing, maybe you know I want to get back to it, so what did you want to ask me?”

“Actually,” Becky said and swallowed hard. “I was kinda hoping you might, uh, let me watch.”

“Watch?” Was Becky saying what Tanya thought she was saying?

“Yeah. You see, well, I — uh — I get to feeling like that too.”

Tanya immediately thought of Cheryl Taggert, who had discovered sexual stimulation at age four. Then the older girl realized this was tantamount to a dream come true. If Becky was wanting to watch her, maybe she was willing to . . . do more.

Tanya said, “You feel horny sometimes, too?”

“Yeah.”

Tanya glanced around the room, as if something might be written somewhere to advise her how to go about this. Then she looked at Becky. “Are you — horny right now?”

Becky nodded.

“Well, um, I’m, uh, naked,” Tanya said, blushing. Each word felt like a paragraph all its own.

Be assertive! Becky thought and said, “Can I see?”

“You promise you won’t tell?”

“I promise.”

“Not anybody,” Tanya said.

“Sure.” Becky’s eyes were glued to the covers. She had seen Tanya naked many times before, and it surprised her that for some reason this felt different. She was so used to seeing Tanya naked, she could draw her in the nude from memory if she had that talent. This time, though, it felt entirely different. The thought of seeing Tanya naked now gave her goosebumps. She felt twinges in her coochie at the thought of it.

“Okay,” Tanya said, and pulled the covers back, exposing her naked body to her little sister’s gaze. Becky’s focus floated over her sister’s body, landing on the girl’s pubes. She noticed that the inner labia, which were slightly visible, were shiny, reddish pink and wet. This made her remember Kelli’s coochie from a few days before.

“How do you touch yourself?” Becky asked, the inflections indicating she touched her own pussy as well.

Tanya reached down and began to massage her clit softly, wanting to make this last, especially if this might lead to fulfilling her fantasy.

Becky continued to stare at Tanya. I’m watching my sister do herself, she thought. And she’s letting me watch. The thought excited Becky, and she crossed her legs where she stood, pinching them together to stimulate her coochie.

Tanya noticed Becky’s movements and said, “Why don’t you come over here where you can see it better?”

Becky seemed to leap upon her sister’s bed, moving down to where she could see what Tanya was doing to get the most from her touches.

Before she got too involved to be able to do more than come, Tanya stopped for a moment and said, “Why don’t you get undressed too?”

“Are you sure?”

Tanya smiled. “Absolutely.”

Becky stood up and shucked her clothes. She stood before her big sister, totally naked, but now naked in a way she never had been before. She was now horny and naked. And that made a world of difference.

She jumped back on the bed and watched as Tanya once again began massaging her coochie. After a moment, she said, “Paula Franklin says sometimes people lick and kiss coochies.”

Tanya froze, wondering if she hadn’t gone to sleep and this was just a dream. Starting back again with her masturbation, she said, “Yeah. She’s right. They do.”

“Have you ever done that? Licked a girl’s coochie?”

Tanya thought, in for a penny. . . . “Well, you promise never to tell?”

“I said I did before.”

“Well, that has to go for everything.”

“It does.”

“Then, yes. As a matter of fact, I have.”

“Do you like it?”

This was too good to be true! Tanya wondered if she was dreaming. “Yes.”

“You wanna lick mine? I’ll lick yours!” Tanya almost laughed, thinking how Becky said it as if she would have to reciprocate to get Tanya to lick her pussy. She wouldn’t have to do that, of course, but she certainly wouldn’t turn it down.

For her part, Becky, who had never licked or kissed a coochie before, had been thinking about it ever since Kelli had licked her pussy to her first orgasm and wanted desperately to try it. She had licked Kelli’s fingers after they were coated with the older girl’s juices, and she had since decided she absolutely loved the taste and wanted to lick a coochie herself.

“Do you know what a sixty-nine is?”

“No, what?”

“It’s when one person lies on top of another person with their faces toward each other’s pussies — or at least it would be with two girls — and they lick each other there.”

“You wanna do that?” Becky asked.

“Sure, babe. Lie face down on top of me with your head at my puss.”

Becky did as instructed and stared at the wet pussy before her. She’d done it! Tanya was going to lick her while she licked Tanya. And it had been so easy, it was almost as if Tanya had wanted to do it as much as she did.

Becky bent her head to lick her sister’s coochie. Tanya’s flavor was different from the brief taste Becky had had when she licked Kelli’s finger, but only slightly so. Tanya’s fluids were delicious and warmer than the taste she’d had of Kelli’s, probably because it had been outside the girl’s coochie for a while when she had licked Kelli’s cream-covered finger.

This, however, was like warm honey. Becky savored the flavor and wondered if she could ever get enough of it.

Tanya couldn’t believe how easy this had been. It was as if some force had seen to it that her dream became a reality. She molded her mouth to her baby sister’s pussy, flicking the nine-year-old’s clit with her tongue. Becky bucked her hips as her big sister brought her nearer to an orgasm with each swipe of her tongue.

Soon, Tanya began to come, her moans and screams muffled by Becky’s pussy. Soon after Tanya reached her climax, Becky entered her own, the second of her young sex life. The child bucked up and down and side-to-side, grinding out the orgasm as it slammed through her. It was much better than the one with Kelli, and she wondered why that was.

As she and Tanya lay beside each other, caressing the softness of the other, Becky asked about it, saying she had only had one other orgasm but that this one was much better.

“Your first is sort of a training experience,” Tanya said. “As you have more and more, they get better and better.”

“Oh,” Becky said, and lay there continuing to stroke her sister while basking in the afterglow of sex.

“Were you masturbating when you had your first one?”

Without thinking, Becky said, “No, Kelli was lick–” Her eyes widened in shock that she had accidentally told about what she and Kelli had done. She stared at Tanya.

“You can’t tell! Swear you won’t!” Becky said, near tears.

“Of course, I won’t, babe. Who am I to go telling on someone like that?” Tanya, whose attitude toward her baby sister had changed drastically in the past hour, held Becky close and kissed her on the head, soothing her and calming her. “Don’t cry, baby. I won’t tell. I promise.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Becky sniffled as the tears began to dry up.

“I do want to meet with Kelli, though. That sounds like fun.”

Becky grinned up at her big sister. “Okay, but let me talk to her first. She’s not home now, but she should be back soon. They’re out of town on a family emergency.”

“That’s cool, hon. Until then, we still have each other, right?”

Becky’s grin grew bigger. “Right.”

Continue on to Chapter 9

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 7

  • Posted on October 6, 2017 at 9:07 am

By Cheryl Taggert

After Kelli watched her sister leave on her bike, she headed over to see Laura and Emily. She had started thinking about them when she was taking her shower that morning and using the shower head for what she knew the manufacturers had really invented it for. Then in the middle of enjoying the feel of the spray on her clit, she had imagined the sisters next door and realized she wasn’t ready to come just yet. She had gotten out of the shower, dressed, and was headed to her neighbor’s house when she’d seen Kate leaving on her bike.

She was suspicious of where Kate was going, but only in a curious way. She certainly didn’t mind if Kate was going to have fun with a friend. She certainly was. Kelli wondered if Kate was going to see the two little girls from the orgy the other day. If so, she knew Kate would have a wonderful time. Hell, they didn’t even have to worry if the girls were cramping from their periods and not interested in sex since they were far too young for that.

Ringing her neighbor’s doorbell, she waited. The door opened, and Sandra stood there, smiling.

“Are Laura and Emily busy?” Kelli asked.

“Not right now,” Sandra said before winking at the young girl. “But they were busy earlier before their father left.”

Kelli wondered about this. Was Sandra saying they had fucked their dad or something? Kelli just said, “Oh,” and left it at that. She could ask the sisters about the meaning of their mother’s remark.

“Come on in,” Sandra said, and Kelli walked in. “They’re still in their bedroom.”

“Okay,” Kelli said and walked down the short hall to their bedroom door. She didn’t bother to knock and entered.

Laura and Emily were lying in their shared bed, naked but not involved in any sex. “What’s up?” Kelli asked.

“Mom came in this morning and attacked us,” Laura said.

“Attacked you?” Kelli asked.

“Well, more like raped us,” Emily offered, giggling.

“Oh,” Kelli said. “That must be what she meant.”

“Meant by what?” Laura asked.

“She said you two had been busy before your father left. I wondered if it meant he was involved now.”

“No fucking way!” Laura said, and Emily was happy to hear her sister shared her opinion about getting their father involved.

“So… you interested in some fun?” Kelli wanted to know.

“Well, normally yes, but the session with Mom this morning sorta took the edge off, you know?” Laura replied.

“Oh.” Kelli stood there wondering what she could do now. She had gotten close to an orgasm that morning and her pussy was starting to demand some action. Frustrated didn’t begin to address how she was feeling. “Then maybe I’ll see what Kate is up to. She went out on her bike this morning and I had the feeling she might be headed somewhere to have fun with someone, maybe Linda and Mandy.”

“Okay,” Emily said. “Maybe later?”

“Sure,” Kelli said and left the house, telling Sandra good-bye on her way out.

She went to her own bike and mounted it, knowing the seat would be pressing just right on her pussy and wondering if she might just ride around and get off that way. She hadn’t done that in years, maybe since she was Kate’s age.

Riding into the street, she decided to head toward where she knew Linda and Mandy lived, hoping to find something fun happening there. A little more than a block away, she came upon another little girl from the neighborhood, Becky.

As she passed, Becky said, “Have you seen your sister this morning?”

Kelli stopped and straddled her bike. “Yeah, I saw her leave our house this morning on her bike.” Kelli figured the girl might be wanting to see if Kate wanted to play or something, even though Becky was two years younger than Kate.

“I saw her too,” Becky said, grinning. Something about that grin told Kelli there was more to it than just an exchange of ‘hellos’ between Kate and Becky.

“And?” Kelli asked, hoping whatever it was that Becky would tell her about it.

“And she wasn’t wearing any panties.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. She showed me her coochie.” Then after a brief pause, she added, “And her butt.”

“She did?” Kelli was really getting turned on listening to the little girl, who had obviously liked seeing Kate’s intimate areas.

“Yeah, she made sure I saw her coochie. Then she flipped up her skirt when she was leaving and I saw her butt.” Becky was wondering if Kate might get in trouble for what she’d done, and despite liking Kate, she sort of hoped she would. “Is she gonna be in trouble?” Becky asked hopefully.

“Probably not. We go around naked in our house a lot.”

“Doesn’t your mom mind you two going naked?”

“Naw. She goes naked too.” Kelli looked at the girl intently. “But if you tell anyone I’ll say you’re lying and suggest you might be doing naughty things to be saying that.”

“I won’t tell,” Becky said. Then she changed the subject, at least a little bit. “Kate said I should try goin’ without panties and wear a skirt sometime. She said it feels real good.”

“She’s right,” Kelli said, realizing for the first time she was doing her best to seduce the nine-year-old.

“Tanya might not like it, though,” Becky said. “And I know my mom wouldn’t.”

“Who says they have to know?” Kelli asked.

Becky looked over her shoulder at her house then back at Kelli. “But I’m wearing shorts right now,” she said.

“True, but if you want to, we might have a lot of fun together at my house. You wanna do that?”

“What kind of fun?” Becky asked. It was more or less what she’d said with Kate that morning.

“Grown-up kind of fun.”

“Would it mean taking off my shorts and panties?” Becky asked.

“If you wanted to,” Kelli said. “But you’d have to swear never to tell anyone, though. We could both be in a lot of trouble. More trouble than we’ve ever been in before.”

“But you said your mom is okay if you go around naked.”

“She is. I’m talking about your mom.”

“Oh. You’re right. She’d be real unhappy if she knew we were playing grown-up games with each other.”

“Have you ever played grown-up games before?” Kelli asked.

“Yeah, with my cousin, Janet. She’s eleven.”

“That’s Kate’s age,” Kelli said, and instantly wondered if Janet might be fun to know. “So, you wanna go to my house and play?”

Becky smiled. “Sure. Let me tell Tanya where I’ll be.”

“Okay, but tell her you’re going to play with Kate. She might get suspicious if you tell her you’re going to play with a fourteen-year-old.”

Becky giggled. “Yeah. She might know we’re gonna play grown-up games then.”

“Has she ever caught you playing grown-up games before?”

“No, but I’ve seen her doing things when she’s alone and doesn’t know I’m watching her.”

Kelli suspected what that probably was but wanted to get Becky over to her house before they talked about that. “Okay, well, you go tell her you’re coming over to play with Kate. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Okay,” said Becky, and she scampered home to tell her sister where she would be.

Kelli went home, and about ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. As she opened the door, she found a noticeably nervous Becky standing there. The little girl was shifting her weight from one foot to the other and looking over her shoulder as if afraid of being seen entering the house.

“It’s okay,” Kelli said. “If you don’t want to do this, I’m fine with that.”

“No,” Becky said. “I want to go naked in your house with you.”

Kelli realized Becky had little idea, possibly none at all, about what could happen between them if they decided to do more than just walk around naked. She recalled her mother’s words about never doing anything with anyone without that person’s express consent to do precisely what her daughters wanted to do. Her mom had made it very clear that the other girl needed to know exactly what would happen and be willing without coercion. Kelli knew if she was going to have more fun with Becky, she would have to explain exactly what she wanted to do and make sure Becky wanted to do that, too. She also knew she had to ensure Becky knew that saying ‘no’ was perfectly okay, too.

“Well, come on in,” Kelli said. Then she led the girl over to the sofa in the TV room, making sure the curtains were closed in case someone else came around to snoop the way Sandra had. That had turned out fine, but Kelli didn’t want to find out if it would be okay if it ever happened again.

“So, you want to go naked around my house with me?” Kelli asked.

“Yeah,” Becky said. “But I’m kinda nervous about it.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“Cuz we would get in trouble if we’re caught.”

“Yeah, I guess we would,” Kelli said, knowing full well she would only be in trouble if she didn’t make sure Becky wanted to do any of the things they ended up doing. Becky, though, could get in a lot of trouble. Kelli knew Becky’s mom was really involved in her church, and she knew that the woman had been very outspoken about things like teen sex and LGBT issues, and none of the woman’s words were complimentary. She also needed to make sure Becky would not feel any guilt over what they did, regardless of how little or how much they did.

“Becky, how did it make you feel to see Kate’s — coochie?” She chose to use Becky’s more childish term for pussy.

“I was embarrassed at first.”

“Did you feel anything — well — physically?”

“You mean — down there?” Becky asked, obviously meaning her pussy.

“Yeah. Did you feel kinda, well, funny down there?”

“You mean did I get the tingles?”

Ahh, yes, there was a good way for a girl her age — and inexperienced — to refer to being turned on by something. “Yeah, did you?”

“Would it be bad if I did?”

“No. You can’t help how your body responds to things.”

“Well, yeah. That was why I was embarrassed at first. When I saw her coochie, I felt my own coochie kinda, well get tingly.”

“When you did things with your cousin Janet, did you feel tingly then, too?”

“Yeah.” Becky smiled at the memory. “That was fun.”

“What did you two do together?” Kelli asked.

“She showed me how to hump against her leg and she humped against mine.”

“Did you like that?” Kelli asked, already knowing the answer based on Becky’s face.

Becky grinned. “Yeah.”

“Do you know what an orgasm is?” Kelli asked. She knew the child had been somewhat sheltered and might not know.

“I’ve heard about them, but I really don’t understand what it is.”

Kelli played a hunch. “When you and Janet were playing around and humping each other, did she get all kinda trembly and started breathing kind of hard in, like, gasps?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And did she sort of grunt, like in a rhythm?”

“Yeah.”

“She was having an orgasm.”

Becky’s jaw dropped. “She was?”

“Yeah.”

“Was that all it was? Just some breathing and grunts?”

Kelli had to stifle a laugh, but a chuckle still broke through. “Well, it’s more than that. You see, it’s, well, it’s a peak of sexual desire. It’s a really BIG tingle in your pu– your coochie.”

“Okay,” Becky said. “You mean it feels real good?”

“Oh, yes. It feels… amazing!”

“I wish I could feel one,” Becky said. “Do you feel them?”

“Yes. All the time.”

“When did you feel your last one?”

“Well,  um, it was a few days ago when I was having fun with Kate and some other girls and, um, women.”

“Really? Who else?”

“I can’t tell you that. You see, I can’t tell you about them anymore than I would tell anyone else about you. What happens in here is just between us.” Another idea occurred to Kelli. “What did you see your sister doing when she didn’t know you were watching?”

Becky laughed. “She was touching her coochie. Kinda rubbing it.”

“Did you watch her for long?”

“No. I was scared she see me and get mad.”

“Okay, but you see that’s something else a girl can do to have an orgasm. She can rub her own pu–” Kelli paused and then decided it would be too difficult to keep using a word she wasn’t used to. “A girl can rub her own pussy. Sorry, but that’s the word I like to use.”

“That’s okay. It’s the word Kate uses too. I kinda like it cuz it’s a naughty word. At least my mom says it is.”

“But your mom isn’t here,” Kelli said, and Becky laughed.

“That’s just what Kate said!”

“So we can call it a pussy?”

“Sure. I can call it pussy too?”

“Sure,” Kelli said. “You want to get naked with me now?”

“Okay.” Kelli could tell Becky was a lot calmer now. And curious about orgasms.

Kelli stood up and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She was braless and her boobs bounced. She looked at Becky, and the girl was wide-eyed and her mouth was hanging open.

“Wow! Real boobs that aren’t my sisters!”

Kelli laughed. “There’s more. You want me to continue taking off my clothes?”

Becky just nodded, her mouth still hanging open and her eyes still bulging.

Kelli reached down and tugged her shorts down, leaving her in just her panties. She smiled at Becky and hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled the bikini underwear down to her knees and off.

Becky stared at the teenager’s pussy. That word — pussy — went through her mind. I’m looking at Kelli’s pussy, she thought to herself and felt her own pussy swell at the sight into a decided puffiness. It was what she had always thought of as getting the tingles. Now, she knew there was more to it than that. She hoped she might find out exactly what that was soon. Maybe today, in fact, if she could talk Kelli into showing her about orgasms. She hoped so.

“Your turn,” Kelli said.

Becky stood and took off her clothes as fast as she could, pulling her shorts and panties down together. Seconds later, they were both naked.

Becky said, “Can I walk around in your house?”

“Sure, babe. Just don’t go into any room with open windows. Sometimes people peek.”

“Okay,” the girl said and turned to walk out of the room. Kelli followed her as she walked down the hall and into Kelli’s mother’s bedroom.

Becky stopped to stare at the woman’s bed while Kelli stopped to stare at the little girl’s butt, which was beginning to gain a more mature shape, but only barely so. It was the perfect example of a cross between a child’s butt and a teenager’s.

It made Kelli’s mouth water. She hoped she could control herself and not attack the girl. Her pussy was still frustrated from being close to an orgasm in the shower that morning, followed by a disappointing visit to Laura and Emily, then finding Becky and getting so horny the girl thought she could come with nothing more than a rub or two.

“Wow. Your mom sleeps there,” Becky said. “I think your mom’s pretty.”

“So do I,” Kelli said. If she only knew ran through the teenager’s mind.

“And you’ve seen your mom naked?” Becky said.

“Yes.” Then Kelli decided she would take a chance. “Becky?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve agreed that what happens here stays here, right? That we tell absolutely nobody what happens today?”

“Yeah, why?”

“If I show you something, well, really sexy, do you promise not to tell anyone?”

“Sure,” Becky said, her eyes widening again.

“This is something, like, really adult. You sure you wanna see it?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, come with me.” Kelli walked over to her mom’s closet and opened the drawer with the movies in it. Lesbian movies. Porn. Real women having real sex. And real orgasms.

Becky stared into the open drawer. “Are those movies?” Kelli smiled and nodded. “Of… sex?”

“Yes. Sex between women, like what you and your cousin do.”

“Can we –” The question would lead to something so forbidden in Becky’s mind she couldn’t say it.

Kelli finished the question for her. “Watch some?”

Becky looked at Kelli, her face stunned at the prospect of watching a movie where women had sex with each other. She nodded.

“You sure you want to? Remember, you can’t tell anyone. And you have to be okay with watching it. No deciding later you shouldn’t have and getting all guilty about it.”

“Okay,” Becky said. She was so interested and curious about the DVD’s, she would have promised anything.

“Let’s go into the den,” Kelli said.

When they got there, she put one of her favorites into the machine and started it up. Within seconds, they were watching two girls, both gorgeous and with bald pussies, licking each other.

“Girls do that?” Becky asked.

“Yep. You’re watching two girls do that, aren’t you?”

“Have you ever done it?”

Kelli was anticipating the question and told the truth.

“Yep. Lots of times.”

Becky looked at Kelli with what could only be described as awe.

“You like doing that to a girl?”

“No. I love it.”

“Doesn’t it taste like pee?”

“Well, you can taste the pee a little bit, but mostly you taste the girl’s juices.”

“Juices? What juices?”

“The juices from her vagina. You have them, too, you know.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t your pussy ever get kinda wet when you’re feeling the tingles?”

“I thought that was pee.”

“Nope. It’s from your vagina. The inside of your pussy. And it’s delicious.”

“It is?”

“Totally.” Kelli knew this was part of her seduction, but why lie to Becky? Yes, it might lead to Becky giving it a try, but Kelli felt the girl needed to learn some things about life that she’d been sheltered from. The most she’d ever known was getting tingly with her cousin Janet, who was either too self-absorbed to explain about orgasms to Becky, or too ignorant of Becky’s own ignorance about it to think it needed to be explained. Either way, Becky deserved to know about the pleasure her body could provide herself and others. At least the others Becky was willing to share her body with. And Kelli hoped Becky would share her body with her.

“Have you ever licked a girl as young as me?” Becky asked, and Kelli knew where this was heading, and she welcomed it, of course.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Again. I can’t tell you. You know why.”

“Oh. Okay.” They continued watching until the women on screen were coming.

“Are they having orgasms?” Becky asked, her curiosity coming off her in almost physical waves.

“Yes. I’m envious. I want to have one right now.”

Becky took her eyes off the screen to stare at Kelli. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve needed one since I was in the shower masturbating this morning.”

“Masturbating?”

“Rubbing your pussy to have an orgasm. But I wasn’t exactly rubbing it. I was using the shower head on the massage setting and aiming it at my pussy. My clit, actually.”

“Your clit?”

The poor thing, thought Kelli. She would just have to teach her everything she knew.

“Yes, your clit is a little button of very sensitive flesh near the top of your slit. It’s where the two inner lips of your pussy meet near the top.”

“What’s important about the clit?” Becky asked.

What a perfect question, thought Kelli. “It’s where all the pleasure is for sex. It’s the source of the tingles.”

“Oh. Do I have a clit?”

“Yes. All girls do. It’s just a matter of finding it… or having someone show it to you.”

They were both silent, and for the first time Kelli knew what was meant by ‘a pregnant pause.’ Finally, Becky asked the question Kelli knew she was considering. “Would you show me?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Kelli said and laughed.

She knelt in front of Becky’s knees. “Spread your legs a bit,” she said, and Becky complied. Then Kelli added, “But only if you want to. Remember that. If I tell or ask you to do something you don’t want to do, just say so and you don’t have to do it, okay? It is completely and totally up to you what we do. I won’t be upset or anything. Just be honest with me. That’s all I ask.”

“Okay.”

“Now, can I touch your pussy with my finger?”

“Yeah.”

Kelli reached in and spread the girl’s outer labia. The inner lips were nestled inside. Kelli could see a fair amount of moisture covering the inside of the girl’s pussy already. Kelli moved her fingertip to where Becky’s clit was and massaged the spot for a minute. She could feel the tiny nubbin of nerve-packed flesh.

Apparently, Becky could feel it too. She shivered at one point, her legs becoming restless and scissoring back and forth.

“Does that feel good?” Kelli asked.

“Uh-huh,” Becky said. “Is that what an orgasm feels like?”

“Well, yes and no. It’s kind of like an orgasm, but it’s not one yet. An orgasm is that feeling times, like, a thousand.”

“Wow,” Becky sighed, leaning back.

“Do you want me to lick you there? It feels like a hundred times better.”

Becky nodded without hesitation, as if she had been hoping Kelli would ask that.

Kelli moved toward the child’s center of sexual desire. When her mouth was less than an inch from the girl’s clit, she reached out with her tongue and licked Becky’s button. She reveled in the fact she was the first person to ever do this to the child.

Becky’s reaction was immediate. Her hips raised up from her seat on the sofa and she gasped audibly. Kelli took that as a sign to do more. She locked her lips and tongue on the girl’s vulva and began massaging Becky’s clit with her tongue, bathing it with her saliva and bouncing the tender ball of nerves back and forth.

“I’m gonna pee!” Becky said, nearly in a panic.

“No, you’re not,” Kelli said, removing her mouth just long enough to say what she needed to. “That’s the orgasm approaching. Just let it go. Take my word for it. You won’t pee, and if you do and it wets the sofa, I’ll tell my mom it was me. Just let it happen.”

“Okay,” Becky said. She tried to relax and let whatever was happening to her body take place.

Kelli returned her attention to the child’s pussy. Within seconds, Becky felt a rush of pleasure seize her. Spasms of absolute joy rocked her, and she experienced her first orgasm. She had no doubt that was what was happening to her, and she relished the thought that it was happening. She wondered vaguely if this would be the only one she would ever have, and hoped at the same time that she would have millions in her lifetime.

Which of course was exactly what happened.

As the orgasm subsided, Kelli moved to be next to Becky.

“That, Becky, was your first orgasm.”

“Wow.” She was doing her best to catch her breath.

“And now I want to have mine. Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

Kelli thought about asking Becky to help her, but she thought maybe that would be something they did later, after the girl got more used to their fun.

She sat back and continued watching the movie while also taking a quick look at Becky, who was more or less sitting spread-eagle on the sofa, her delicious mound in plain view, and even slightly open because Becky’s legs were spread.

Becky herself was watching the movie some, but watching Kelli a lot more.

Kelli had her hand at her pussy, rubbing it in a bit of a frenzy of sexual need. She saw that Becky was watching her masturbate, and she began to come. It was an orgasm that followed from nearly an entire day of denying herself the pleasure. It gripped her and sent her headlong into ecstasy.

When she finished, she brought her fingers to Becky’s face. The girl reached out tentatively with her tongue and took a small taste. She found she did indeed like it after all.

Kelli knew this would be only the first of their secret encounters, and she was already planning for the next one.

“We have to get dressed now,” Kelli said reluctantly.

“Okay,” Becky answered, in the same sad tone.

When the child left for home, she was a little less of a child than she had been when she arrived. She, too, was planning to have more fun with Kelli one day soon.

Maybe even tomorrow. Then she wondered if Kate might join in one day soon as well.

She certainly hoped so.

As she walked home, she even began to think about her own sister.

Continue on to Chapter 8