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Down the Rabbit Hole, Chapter 8

  • Posted on August 5, 2026 at 1:06 pm

The Story Thus Far

Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.

Chapter 4: In which smelling becomes tasting, and a visit to the bird sanctuary turns into an afternoon of naughty panty-modeling fun with Sarah, Judy and five-year-old Izzy. Bloody hell, now sister and niece are in on the act!

Chapter 5: In which poor Mr Ruffles suffers more teddy abuse, Sarah and Kerry’s kinky game goes one step further, and Judy pops round for coffee with little Izzy. A shared lollipop leads to more sharing. Appalling!

Chapter 6: In which Frankie and Sarah tiptoe into Kerry’s bedroom while she’s asleep, and an innocent picnic for the children turns into an afternoon of amateur taboo photography. Snap snap snap!

Chapter 7: In which Kerry’s teacher asks awkward questions, Sarah and Kerry finger each other in the car, and Kerry picks on Frankie while Sarah watches. Why, I’m all aquiver!

by BlueJean

1

When Kerry was six years old, she was given the task of writing a school essay about a subject of her choice. She chose Frankie. It went like this:

Frankie has tattoos. Frankie has red brown hair that is shaved on one side. Frankie has green eyes. Frankie is funny and makes me laugh. Frankie likes anime and music and sometimes she reads me bedtime stories and I like it because she does all the voices. Frankie and me like to dance in the living room. Frankie is pretty when she dresses up.

I sidled up to my lover, twining both arms around her slender waist as she stood in front of the mirror applying lipstick. We were both clad in our lingerie, the expensive stuff we kept for special occasions, all sheer satin with neat seams and trim. You know it’s a mark of quality when Frankie says, “It’ll almost be a shame to get pussy juice on these. Almost.”

I brushed my lips down the nape of her neck, just above the black lace choker she wore. “Frankie is pretty when she dresses up,” I cooed. It’s our little joke, but paddle my arse with a copy of Woman’s Weekly if it isn’t true.

“Damn right,” Frankie agreed.

It was Friday night. Kerry was waiting for us downstairs in the lounge. We’d told her she could watch us have sex again. A promise is a promise.

2

Kerry was sitting on the couch in just a pair of skimpy baby-blue panties, knees pulled up under her. “Omigod!” she squealed. “You two look amazing!”

“Why, thank you, Peanut-chan,” Frankie purred. She sauntered over to the couch to stroke Kerry’s bare shoulder.

“Where’re your jammies?” I asked.

Kerry shrugged. “I didn’t see the point of wearing any when I’m just gonna end up taking them off.”

“And no Mr. Ruffles tonight?” Frankie said.

“I don’t need him,” Kerry said defiantly. “And he smells a bit,” she added, shooting me and Frankie a suspicious look.

I sank down next to my daughter and teased the tip of a finger beneath the waistband of her knickers, idly sliding it back and forth. “That’s okay. It’s probably best if Mr. Ruffles isn’t here to witness events. A teddy bear can only take so much.”

“Aren’t we gonna go up to your bedroom?”

“Nope. We’re going to have sex here in the lounge. It’s fun to do it in different places.”

Like your room when you’re away at your dad’s. Oh, there’s nothing quite like doing the nasty in a little girl’s bedroom, Peanut. What a mess we made of your pretty pink sheets.

“‘Kay,” Kerry said with a shrug.

I swept her hair back behind her ears. “We’re going to watch a naughty video now, Kerry. You don’t mind, do you?”

Kerry looked from me to Frankie. “Oh. But I thought you were gonna have sex.”

“We are,” Frankie told her. “But we like to have some porn playing in the background. It makes sex even better.”

Laptop already hooked up to the TV, Frankie clicked on one of her many thumbnails. We’d discussed the possibility of putting on the video of Kerry and Izzy, the one Judy and I had filmed back at her place. Frankie had given it the title Play Date, along with some cute decals of flowers and bunny rabbits, and fuck, if that didn’t make the whole thing even dirtier. But I insisted on something a little more mainstream for my little girl’s first foray into pornography. Yeah, I know. Messed up, right?

After much debate, we settled on a fairly diverse lesbian compilation. Kerry’s eyes went all wide as a series of montage shots rolled across the screen.

I found myself getting more turned on by my daughter’s reaction than anything that was going on in the video. “Okay, Peanut?” I asked, trailing my fingers up and down her arm. Two young women on screen were scissoring their fingers in and out of each other’s pussies. Tame stuff, the kind of porn that just wasn’t doing it for me like it used to. I needed it hard and nasty, preferably illegal.

Kerry gave me a shy smile and a nod of the head.

“Have you ever seen videos like this before?” Frankie asked. She let her eyes travel up and down Kerry’s bare torso.

Kerry shook her head. “Not really. There was a boy in the year above me who kept going round with his phone showing all the girls a clip of a man squirting his stuff on a lady, but it was only like a few seconds long.” She shrugged. “It looked sort of weird to me.”

Frankie let a hand wander down to her crotch. “Awesome,” she imparted, which is generally a sentiment she shares when she’s not paying much attention to what anyone’s saying. “Oh, by the way, we’re being evicted.” “Awesome!” “And I’ve met someone else.” “Awesome!” “And my entire family has perished in a plane crash. Are you even listening to me?” “Awesome!”

“Do you want to touch yourself, sweetie?” I asked Kerry. “Like Frankie’s doing?”

Kerry hesitantly snaked a finger through the shallow crease in the crotch of her knickers, then slipped a hand inside.

I sat and watched her for a while, fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties to get at my throbbing clit.

Twenty minutes into the video, in which two busty women dressed as nurses were tangled together in a sixty-nine, Frankie pulled her hand from her knickers and got to her feet. “I need to get these off,” she said, slipping the wet, shimmering undies down her legs. She gave Kerry a wink.

“Kerry, go and sit in the chair over there,” I said. “Me and Frankie are going to show you some new things now.”

“I’ll just stay nearby so I can see everything,” Kerry insisted. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”

I shrugged, then focused my attention on Frankie. Standing behind her, I slipped a hand between her thighs and found the hot, wet nest of her sex. “Well, someone’s a sticky girl,” I murmured, and to prove the point, I dipped two fingers into her cunt, drawing them back out to show Kerry. “See how wet Frankie gets?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

I reached down to brush a slippery finger across my daughter’s top lip, leaving a thin sheen of Frankie’s pussy juice.

Slapping Frankie on the arse, I pushed her over the couch. “Spread your feet apart. I’m going to tongue-fuck you.”

Frankie braced herself against the back of the couch, then planted her feet firmly apart. She peered back at Kerry with lust-filled eyes. “Why don’t you take your panties off, Kerry?”

I gave her another slap on the bum. “Never mind what Kerry’s doing.” Kneeling on the floor, I spread Frankie’s arse cheeks apart and began lashing my tongue through her creamy cunt.

Kerry knelt beside me, utterly enthralled. I prised Frankie’s pussy open with my thumbs and stabbed my tongue in and out of her hole. Frankie groaned in pleasure, her fingers reaching back to strum her clit.

“Can you smell Frankie?” I asked Kerry.

“Yeah,” she murmured, nostrils flaring. “Can I have a go at licking her?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Frankie cooed, eyes lighting up.

I shook my head. “No, sorry, Peanut. That’s going too far. You’re just supposed to be watching.”

Kerry went into Pout Mode. “Oh, please. I won’t tell anyone.”

I scooped a breast out and used it to dove-fuck Frankie while I thought good and hard about Kerry’s request. To let my eight-year-old daughter lick my girlfriend’s cunt or not? Such are the dilemmas a parent faces.

“I can’t let you lick Frankie,” I finally decided, quickly continuing before Kerry could register an objection. “But,” I emphasised the word with a cautionary finger, “we can do it another way.”

I drew my tongue through Frankie’s hot, wet slit, then turned back to Kerry. “Kiss me,” I told her.

Kerry switched effortlessly from startled to amused to eager. She laced her hands in her lap, then leaned forward to plant her mouth on mine. I kissed her full-on, but was met with a timid response.

“Come on, Kerry,” I told her, “give me a proper big girl kiss. You want to taste Frankie, don’t you?”

“I’ve never kissed anyone like that before. Let me try again.”

“Lots of tongue this time,” I told her.

I dipped my head back between my girlfriend’s thighs and stabbed my tongue deep into her cunt, then leaned in to kiss my daughter. Kerry gave as good as she got this time, her tongue sparring with mine. I continued swapping back and forth between Frankie’s pussy and my little girl’s mouth, enjoying the sheer debauchery of it.

Frankie peered back at us with teeth bared. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You filthy bitch, Sarah.”

I flashed her a wicked smile, then turned back to Kerry. “Did you like it, Peanut? Is that what you wanted?”

Kerry gave me a big smirk, her lips and mouth glistening with Frankie’s nectar. “I’d prefer to actually lick it for real,” she admitted, “but it was quite fun doing it that way.”

I thought I’d hit rock bottom at that moment. But there’s always room to dig a little deeper, isn’t there? There was something Frankie and I did that Kerry hadn’t been exposed to yet, and this seemed as good a time as any to clue her in. “Wanna see me lick Frankie’s bumhole?”

“Uh, I guess? That’s quite a dirty thing to do, though.”

I gave her a grin. “Maybe a little. But it’s fun to do dirty things. And Frankie loves a tongue in her arsehole.” I whacked Frankie across the bum again. “Don’t you, Fran-keee?”

Frankie reached back to spread herself open. “Yeah, eat my arse. I want Kerry to see.”

So I dipped my head back between Frankie’s buttocks and scrubbed my tongue round her arsehole while Kerry watched, fascinated. When I drew my little girl cheek to cheek with me, then turned to French kiss her, I knew I was a lost cause. Kerry didn’t hesitate, either, her tongue darting between my lips.

Frankie peered back over her shoulder, eyes flashing at the sight of us kissing right after I’d had my tongue in her bum. “Oh, fuck!” she blurted, attacking her clit with a breathless urgency.

“Watch Frankie,” I told my daughter. “She’s about to go off.”

“Looks like a big one,” Kerry murmured, staring avidly.

“Gonna come,” Frankie was muttering. “Gonna. Fucking. Come!”

She came hard, fingers glazed with her creamy spend. I caught her wrist before she could bring them to her mouth. “No. Smear it over Kerry’s nipples.”

Frankie turned round and scooted to the edge of the couch, her knees slung wide. “Bloody hell, you’re such a pervert,” she told me. “I really need to up my game.”

I nudged Kerry forwards, and she stood dutifully between Frankie’s open thighs, hands laced behind her back. Frankie smeared her essence over one tiny nipple, then the other.

Kerry giggled playfully. “I like how it smells.”

I stroked her blonde curls; kissed her softly on one cheek. “Mmm. It’s a fun game, isn’t it? A very naughty game.”

So Kerry got to taste Frankie’s pussy after all, and Frankie made herself come watching me share her juices with my little girl. And I could happily fool myself into thinking I’d reached a suitable compromise. I’ll take that Parent of the Year award now, if you don’t mind.

But before I got the chance to dissect my fucked-up logic, Frankie had me on all fours on the rug. She strapped a large black dildo to herself before kneeling at my rear. “I’m gonna fuck your mum now,” she told Kerry plainly.

Kerry stood next to Frankie, hands on her hips. “I can see that, Frankie.”

Frankie slid the tip of the strapon back and forth through my wet folds until it glistened with juices. Then she brought it to the entrance of my cunt, turning to Kerry with a sly smile. “Tell you what, Peanut-chan – if you take those panties off, I’ll put it inside Mummy.”

Kerry slipped her knickers off without so much as a second thought, leaving her entirely naked. All at once, I felt the satisfying swell of the nine-inch toy filling me up. Frankie pistoned her hips back and forth, working it ever deeper.

When I glanced back, Kerry was leaning in to get a better view. “Is it just Mummy that feels good when you do that, Frankie?”

“It’s, uh, mostly for your mum, but it feels good for me too. The dildo has a thing on the other end that pushes against my clit. Ah…”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I told her in no uncertain terms.

I felt the dildo pull back until only the head was still inside. Frankie took her hands away from my hips, then stopped moving against me. Well aware of the game she was playing, I peered back to give her a disapproving scowl.

“Well, that was rude, wasn’t it, Kerry?” Frankie crooned. “I don’t think mums who tell their girlfriends to shut up deserve to get fucked, do you?”

Kerry gave a shrug. “Uh… I dunno.”

“Just fuck me, will you?” I groaned, pushing back onto the toy.

Frankie slapped me on the arse. “Do not move! If you try to push back, I’ll take it all the way out. You hear me?”

“Bitch,” I hissed, trying to resist the urge to fully impale myself on the dildo.

“Why are you being so mean to each other?” Kerry asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“We’re just pretending,” Frankie told her. “It’s a game we like to play. Mummy makes a terrible fuss, but she always comes harder when I make her wait for it. You’ll see.”

I tried to rock back and forth as covertly as I could, but Frankie was having none of it. “I said don’t fucking move! I’m pulling out!”

“No, d-don’t! Leave it in!”

“Just the tip, then,” Frankie cooed, switching effortlessly from Bad Frankie to Good Frankie. “Look at Mummy’s pussy, Kerry. See how wet she is?”

“It’s… oh wow, it’s twitching,” Kerry was keen to point out.

“Yeah, she wants to get fucked really bad. But we’re not going to let her come just yet, are we?”

I could feel warm juices trickling down the insides of my thighs. “Oh, please, Frankie,” I whimpered. “Just move it in and out a tiny bit.”

“No. You’ll come when I say. And don’t think I can’t see that hand moving towards your clit. Touch it and this fuck is over.”

“You’re such a cow,” I pouted. “Be nice to me.”

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” Frankie said. “I’ll stick the tip of my thumb in your arse. ‘Cause I am nice.”

“You two are weird,” Kerry proclaimed.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea, Kerry,” Frankie said, then whispered something in my daughter’s ear.

Kerry gave a breathless giggle, then sat down on the floor in front of me, her legs spread as wide as she could get them. Her bare vagina was only a few inches from my face.

“Oh, yeah,” I murmured. “Such a pretty little pussy. Frankie, I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“No.”

“Frankie!” I cried, thrusting back against the strapon.

Frankie pulled the dildo out of my quivering cunt. “I said no! Bad Mummy! Now the toy goes back in the box. No toys for bad girls! Uh-uh.”

“No toys for bad girls, Mummy!” Kerry echoed.

“Put it back in! I’ll keep still, I promise!”

“One more chance,” Frankie crooned. She slipped the head in again, her thumb pressing deeper into my arsehole. My cunt was throbbing now, the need exquisite. I knew once she finally started fucking me I would go off like a firework.

Frankie kept me on edge for what seemed an eternity, the fingers of her free hand tracing featherlight trails down my spine. I stared at Kerry’s smooth pussy as she spread her labia open for me; listened to the exaggerated moans of porn actresses performing for the camera.

I was right at the point where I thought I’d probably come anyway, regardless of whether I got penetrated or not, when Frankie spoke up. “Ready to get fucked, Sarah?”

“Oh, my sweet fucking lord, yes!”

“Shall I fuck Mummy now, Kerry? Do you think she deserves it?”

“Well. I think you’d better, because it looks like she might explode otherwise.” Kerry declared, then bounced onto her feet. “Oh, wait! I want to see it up close!” She squatted at my rear with rapt attention.

“Tell me when to start, Kerry,” Frankie said. She licked her lips; gave me a wicked smile. Oh, the nasty bitch was milking this for all it was worth.

“For fuck’s sake, if you don’t shove that dildo in me in the next few seconds, I’m gonna—”

“Go!” Kerry shouted.

Frankie thrust into me.

“Fuck yes!” I wailed, as Frankie pounded away. “Fuck me, you mean bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“Oh yeah, look at that dildo sliding in and out of Mummy’s cunt, Kerry,” Frankie panted as she hammered into me. “Look at all that creamy juice.”

I must have lasted all of thirty seconds, coming so hard I blacked out for a moment, white hot waves of pure, searing ecstasy rushing through me.

When I regained some of my senses, I was flat on my belly, face against the rug, my body still writhing and twitching. I felt something brush against my bum cheeks, and looked back to find Frankie kissing me there attentively.

“Don’t try sucking up to me now, Francesca,” I told her with a wan smile, reaching back to stroke her cheek. “You’re mean. Mean.”

Frankie smiled back, then gave my bumhole a long, slow swipe of her tongue.

Kerry squatted down next to Frankie and offered her pussy to my girlfriend. “I’ll let you lick me now, Frankie, okay?”

I spoke up quickly. “Uh, no, Kerry. I don’t think so.”

Another pout. I think she gets it from me. “Oh, why?”

Frankie gave a pout of her own, barely managing to draw her eyes away from Kerry’s puffy slit. “Yeah, why-ee?”

I gave her a half-hearted slap on the arm, laughing despite myself. “You be quiet. You’re not helping.” Then to Kerry: “We’re not doing lickies tonight, Peanut. You were just supposed to be watching. Mostly watching.” A moment too late, I realised my choice of phrasing hadn’t exactly ruled out the possibility of allowing my little girl to get more involved in our lovemaking.

Kerry let her thighs drift closed with a sigh. “What else will you show me, then?”

I had her fetch the big veiny flesh-coloured strap-on cock that my girlfriend was so partial to. Frankie bounced up and down on it in my lap while I held Kerry’s panties to her nose. I told my daughter to finger herself while she watched, and she was happy to oblige.

Yeah, no lickies for Kerry. But this is okay, Sarah. Perfectly acceptable. Well done.

I can’t help it. I’m addicted. I’m messed up. What the hell happened to me?

3

The days that followed seemed to blend into one. My sleep patterns were totally fucked up, and I couldn’t think straight anymore. I’d wake up thinking about sex, spend all day thinking about sex, then go to bed thinking about sex.

And truthfully, it was Kerry who was at the epicenter of my fantasies. It’d always been about Kerry, right from the moment I’d fished her dirty knickers out of the laundry basket. I’d been circumnavigating her up until now, tiptoeing around her, pretending that the flirty little games we’d been playing hadn’t really crossed the line into full-on incestuous sex. And don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoyed the escalation, enjoyed taking things a little further each time, but picking at the scraps just wasn’t good enough anymore. I wanted to sink my teeth into the whole juicy carcass and gobble it down.

I began to carry pairs of Kerry’s used undies around in my pocket, pulling them out to sniff in the most inappropriate of places – leisure centre changing rooms, supermarkets, in the forecourt of the garage while I was filling up the car at the pump.

Kerry wasn’t exactly helping either. She’d take every opportunity to flash her pussy and arse at Frankie and me. Well, I’d given her permission to do that, I suppose, so I only had myself to blame.

When bedtime arrived, I’d tuck Kerry into bed with every intention of being a normal mother, but she usually had other ideas – ideas that invariably involved sitting on my lap while I fingered her to a gentle orgasm.

While not entirely innocent, those quiet moments were still very sweet, a chance to breathe. Freed from the subversive nature of sex with Frankie, which seemed to be the sexual equivalent of two naughty teenagers egging each other on, I found myself enjoying simple quality time with my little girl, rocking her gently back and forth like I’d done when she was a baby, breathing in her scent and humming tunes while I slipped a hand into her pyjama bottoms.

It felt like this was what I’d been looking for all along – a quiet intimacy with my child, skin on skin, gentle, natural, disconnected from frenzied internet porn and social media and 21st century ideas about what sex should or shouldn’t be.

When I made my way downstairs to the lounge, Frankie would usually be waiting with a smutty grin, a finger poised over those fucking video thumbnails of hers. Round and round it goes, where it stops nobody knows. Fisting, pissing, rimming, kiddy porn. Roll up, roll up! Frankie’s got it all, folks!

Sometimes I would hate her in those moments. And that was the most devastating part of it all. I’d end up scolding myself. Don’t you dare blame Frankie. Don’t you fucking dare. Take responsibility for your own psychology. Frankie doesn’t understand what she’s doing. Frankie doesn’t understand a thing.

Still. Maybe everything would be easier without Frankie around.

4

One weekday morning, Kerry and I set out to school earlier than usual. I work from home, but they still expect me to check into the office for the occasional meeting every now and then. Probably to confirm I’m still alive or something. Marco offers to take Kerry to school on these rare occasions, so I was dropping her off at their place.

Marco was upstairs having a shave, so there was time for a quick coffee and a catch-up with Judy in the kitchen. Kerry was trying to lift Izzy off the ground by her arms, much to Izzy’s delight.

“Mum’s complaining we don’t visit her and Dad enough,” Judy was saying.

I rolled my eyes. “I Zoom them all the time.”

“So do I, but she says it doesn’t count.”

“I mean, it probably doesn’t, but it’s not exactly easy just to drop everything and travel up to Wales.”

Izzy pressed herself up against me, and I pulled her up onto my knee.

Judy gave me a sheepish smirk. “I wonder what Mum would think if she knew what we’ve been getting up to with her granddaughters.”

“Horrified? Duh.”

My sister looked at me, coolly. “Aren’t you a bit old for ‘duh’?”

“Aren’t you a bit old for… um…”

“You’ve got nothing, have you?”

“No.”

Judy sucked on her lower lip. “Put a hand down Izzy’s knickers.”

“Don’t be stupid. Marco could walk in on us.”

“Hear that shaver buzzing?” I could, barely. “When that stops, we stop.”

“We?”

Judy held her arms out to Kerry. Kerry sidled into my sister’s embrace with a grin.

“Is this okay, Sarah?” my sister asked, teasing her fingers beneath Kerry’s plaid school skirt.

“I guess.”

I didn’t know if it was okay. I didn’t much care. My fingers slipped into Izzy’s soft cotton panties and found her slit. I brought myself to the edge of my chair and quickly hiked my skirt up along with Izzy’s, then peeled my knickers to one side. I began rubbing my crotch against her tender bottom while I toyed with her pussy.

“I’ve an idea,” Judy said as she slipped a hand up my daughter’s skirt. “Let’s do a swap.”

“I’m not done,” I told her. “And besides, I don’t think we have time for swapsies.”

“Not now, you plonker. At the weekend. A proper swap. You and Frankie can have Izzy for the night and I’ll have Kerry.” She smiled down at my daughter. “How does that sound, sweetie?”

Kerry was moving her hips back and forth against Judy’s fingers. “S-sounds cool. Can I, Mummy?”

I was making Izzy’s knickers damp, my juices seeping into the thin fabric as I rubbed my cunt against her. I won’t lie, the thought of the five-year-old attending that expensive Catholic school wearing undies sullied by her Aunt Sarah was as thrilling as it was blasphemous, spurring my lust to even greater heights. “I don’t mind,” I told Kerry. “But if you two are planning naughty things, Uncle Marco might be a problem.”

“Leave Marco to me,” Judy said with an uncharacteristic hint of slyness. “I’ll tell him it’s a girls-only sleepover, then banish him to the spare room.”

“I – I can see who wears the trousers in your house. Oh shit, I’m gonna come. F-fucking hell!” I rubbed out a hasty orgasm on my niece’s bum, determined to finish before Marco could interrupt us. Straightening out Izzy’s school skirt, I bent to kiss her on the cheek. “That was a sneaky one, wasn’t it, Izzy? Naughty Aunty Sarah.”

“Did you just come on my little girl’s knickers?” Judy said with mock disapproval.

“Guilty.”

The sound of Marco’s electric shaver came to a stop. Judy took her hand from between Kerry’s legs and kissed her on the nape of the neck. “Well, we don’t have time to change them now. You’ll have to wear them to school, Izzy. Keep it a secret, okay?” She emphasised the point with a finger to her lips.

“I won’t tell,” Izzy piped, peering back at me with an angelic smile.

“Auntie Frankie’s going to be so excited when she finds out you’re coming to stay the night,” I told the five-year-old.

“I’ll bet she is,” Judy said with a smirk. “Oh, and Sarah?”

“Hmm?”

“Make sure you take pictures.”

On to Chapter Nine!

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The Evil That Men Do, Chapter 22

  • Posted on July 26, 2026 at 1:28 pm

For a brief description of what takes place in each of the previous chapters, visit this page.

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by Rachael Yukey

It’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare
She just won’t let me out of sight
It’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare
She’s laughing in the dead of night
Gillan, 1981

Patty Spisak sat frozen, staring into Vicky Hanson’s eyes. Desire warred with fear, the latter fed by her instinctual avoidance of intimacy. It had taken her most of middle school to cease having panic attacks over the prospect of a hug, and this was something much, much bigger.

The guilt she still felt over the cruel remarks she and Sarah Spencer had made about Vicky and her big sister was not helping. Maybe Vicky had forgiven her, but for Patty, forgiving herself was another matter. If she gave it so much as a moment’s thought, her habitual inferiority complex gave way to outright self-loathing, making her want to curl up in a ball and die.

The way Vicky was caressing her cheek had Patty tingling deliciously, and the warmth of the pink-haired teen’s smile was equally enticing. But aroused though she was, the little voice in the back of Patty’s mind wouldn’t be silenced. What you did was stupid, and worse, it was mean. You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve ANYTHING, you should just—

All of this flashed through her mind in less than a second, while Vicky’s question still hung in the air—which would it be, a kiss or a movie?

Enough! Patty silently hissed at that hateful little demon who lurked at the back of her mind. It was a trick her therapist had taught her. You have no power over me. She was already feeling calmer. None. So shut. The fuck. UP!

Giving her head a hard little shake, she leaned forward. “I t-think a kiss sounds like a lot more fun,” she murmured.

Vicky’s smile got bigger, and her thumb moved to brush across her tall friend’s lips. That simple caress was all it took for Patty’s considerable arousal to take control, driving the mind-demon back into her cave—at least for now. Her paralysis broke. She reached out to cup Vicky’s cheeks between trembling hands.

Vicky closed the last few inches between them, pressing her mouth against Patty’s. Despite the buildup, the contact caught Patty a trifle off-guard, with her lips parted slightly. The question of whether to close them or leave them open was over almost before it took form. Vicky answered it by taking Patty’s lower lip between both of hers, then Patty simply gave herself over to the moment.

Deciding to be brave, she caressed Vicky’s upper lip with hers. Vicky was quick to respond, her body shivering, her tongue darting forward to tease Patty’s bottom lip.

The effect was like a dash of kerosene on burning coals. Patty’s already considerable ardor instantly flared into an urgent, all-consuming need. More than this, Vicky’s response gave Patty a welcome surge of confidence.

Patty experimentally flicked her tongue across Vicky’s upper lip. Vicky’s mouth opened wider in response, and their tongues met. For once, Patty found herself not thinking, not analyzing, just feeling, allowing events to unfold without fear. She even made the next move, using the tip of her tongue to caress Vicky’s in a circular motion.

Vicky responded in kind, and Patty let her take the lead. The kiss rapidly escalated from tentative to eager, their mouths crushed together, tongues engaged in a lusty dance. Vicky slung both arms around the taller girl’s shoulders, while Patty’s hands moved from Vicky’s cheeks to the back of her head, fingers twisting into pink-dyed hair.

Finally they parted. Opening her eyes, Patty spied Crissy over Vicky’s shoulder. The blonde’s cheeks were flushed, her breath shallow.

Crissy saw Patty looking and flashed a sheepish grin. “I’m not even gay,” Crissy breathed, “but that was hot.”

Vicky twisted to look back at Crissy. “Care to try it?”

Crissy’s look turned contemplative. “I’ve never even kissed a girl before—”

“Well,” said Vicky, “now’s your chance.”

Patty took care to keep her conflicting emotions from showing. The idea of watching Crissy and Vicky kiss was oddly compelling, but it was accompanied by a tinge of insecurity. At least Crissy has kissed someone before—how can I compete with that? She was sure to come off second-rate by comparison.

Vicky had already turned away from her, moving inexorably closer to Crissy. To Patty’s eyes, the two seemed almost magnetically drawn together, and she braced herself for the disappointment that had always defined what little social life she had, that feeling of always being the least important person in the room.

Vicky’s mouth closed over Crissy’s. The two kissed hesitantly at first, then with a growing confidence. It was a long, leisurely kiss, but without the raw passion that had occurred between Vicky and Patty.

Despite feeling somewhat marginalized, Patty had to admit that watching Vicky and Crissy kiss was getting her even more excited. She rested a hand on Vicky’s waist, waiting as patiently as she could.

The girls finally parted. Crissy gave her head a quick little shake. “Nice!” she breathed.

“As good as with a guy?” Vicky inquired, a teasing note in her voice.

“Different,” said Crissy, drawing in a shuddering breath. “But nice. I like them both.”

“Good.” Vicky turned around to face Patty again. “Now I want to watch you two kiss. If you want to, that is.”

Reaching across Vicky’s lap, Crissy placed her hand on Patty’s wrist. “Do you want to?”

Once again, Patty found herself locked in a brief internal conflict. She did want it, she wanted it all, but was dangerously close to an overstimulated state in which she’d simply shut down. She struggled with her fear for a few heartbeats, then threw caution to the wind. “Yeah,” she got out.

Crissy leaned across Vicky’s lap, and Patty met her halfway. There was no tentativeness in Crissy’s kiss; she met Patty boldly, mouth open. Patty decided to respond in kind, slipping her tongue into the blonde girl’s mouth. Patty felt Vicky’s fingertips tease her spine from behind, and found that to be even more exciting than the kiss. That feeling of overstimulation was slipping away, replaced by an elation that sat comfortably alongside her arousal. She was kissing and being kissed, being touched and enjoying it, and for this moment, Patty felt like the queen of the universe.

Then Crissy broke away, eyes shining, breath ragged. “Can I see you two kiss again? I loved watching that!”

Patty didn’t have to be told twice. This time she took the initiative, cupping Vicky’s chin in her palm and bringing their mouths together. Vicky was ready and then some, throwing both arms around the taller girl and drawing her close.

Deepening their kiss, Patty shifted her hands to Vicky’s waist, fingertips restlessly sliding back and forth just above the waistband of her friend’s fuzzy pajama bottoms. Without really meaning to, she tugged Vicky’s top up to caress the smooth bare skin underneath. Patty almost froze up when she realized what she was doing, but Vicky’s blissful purr made it clear that the girl enjoyed being touched.

But before Patty could take things further, Vicky’s lips were tracing her jawline, then moving down to the nape of the neck. A warm, soft mouth was brushing her sensitive skin, leaving kisses and playful love bites along the way.

Patty felt as if jolts of electric current were running from her neck, flowing straight down to what she thought of as the lady place. Her panties were wet enough to wring out like a washcloth.

Opening her eyes, the first thing Patty saw was Vicky’s ear, a few inches away from her mouth. On impulse, she captured the lobe between her teeth, giving it a light nip. A low moan escaped Vicky’s lips. Emboldened, Patty began nibbling her way up the back of the ear, reaching up to delicately trace the back of her friend’s neck with feather-light fingertips.

Vicky was moaning softly, slipping a hand beneath Patty’s plain white pajama top, her fingertips sliding across the taller girl’s belly.

Crissy chose this moment to heave herself from the couch, edge her way around the coffee table and perch on the edge of the love seat, staring wide-eyed at the two girls making out on the sofa.

Disengaging, they both turned to look at her. “You okay, Crissy?” Vicky got out. Her voice was slightly hoarse.

Crissy chuckled. “Just wanted a better view, is all. I’m enjoying the hell out of this.”

Vicky’s eyebrows went up. “You can’t really join in from there, though. Don’t you want to?”

“I’m having more fun just looking, I think. How weird is that?”

“That depends on how far this goes,” said Patty, then clapped a hand over her mouth, her cheeks coloring.

“Relax, Pats,” said Vicky. “It’s a good question, actually—what’s everyone here comfortable with?”

Patty let her hand drop into her lap, giving Vicky a grateful smile.

“I have a feeling that if I wasn’t here, you two would already be bare-ass naked,” Crissy declared. She let out a bark of laughter. “If you’re holding back because of me—well, don’t, okay?”

“Oh, I want to tear this girl apart,” Vicky confirmed. “You too, actually—but I don’t want to do anything anyone isn’t okay with.”

“What do you want to do, Patty?” asked Crissy.

“I just—” Patty hesitated, then plunged ahead. “I wanna follow this road as far as it goes. I’m so—you know—”

“Turned on. We all are,” said Crissy. “My only thing—we know where this is going, and it’s making me crazy hot, but I’m honestly not sure if I’m ready to do stuff with another girl just yet.” She grinned. “Guess I’m bi-curious, just not bi-ready.”

“So we stop here and watch a movie—?” said Vicky, challenge in her tone.

I knew it was too good to be true; Patty did her best to hide her disappointment. Later for other stuff, she admonished herself. She strongly sensed that there would be a later, that Vicky wanted it as much as she did. Then Crissy surprised her.

“No, I don’t mean that,” she said. “I’m totally getting off on this. Maybe that’s weird, but we’re all getting our freak on, right? Maybe that’s mine tonight. Can I just hang out and watch while you guys do—whatever?”

Vicky answered by trailing her fingertips up Patty’s arm. The tall, thin girl didn’t even try to suppress a delicious shiver. Leaning in, she planted soft kisses across Vicky’s eyebrow. With a shuddering sigh, Vicky allowed her eyes to drift shut.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Crissy murmured. “Wanna go to my room, so we have some space to get comfy?” Without waiting for an answer, she got to her feet.

Hand in hand, Vicky and Patty followed the shapely blonde down the hall. The moment the door was closed behind them, Vicky turned to the gangly brunette and pulled her close, standing on tiptoe to kiss her.

There was no more hesitation on Patty’s part. Placing one hand on the small of Vicky’s back and the other on her neck, she bent the shorter girl backwards, returning her kiss with a ferocity she’d not have thought herself capable of.

Vicky fumbled for the hem of Patty’s t-shirt, pulling the garment up as high as she was able.

Patty experienced a momentary twinge at the thought of having her breasts on display, but shoved her fears aside. Definitely NOT the time to be shy, girl. Taking a step back, she wriggled her top up and off, then dropped it to the floor. Fighting an impulse to fold both arms over her chest, she stood motionless, yet trembling inside as she let her friends look, desperately hoping they liked what they saw.

Despite being only fifteen and remarkably thin, Patty’s breasts were ripe, round, and full. Vicky ran both hands up the softness of Patty’s belly until she was cupping them, her fingers caressing and teasing. With a rapturous sigh, Patty closed her eyes and tipped her head back. When Vicky’s thumbs brushed her nipples, she whimpered, “Oh, my God,” and went up on her toes.

Now Vicky was wrapping her arms around the tall girl, moving forward to take the tip of a breast into her mouth. Patty buried her face in the petite girl’s pink hair and moaned as Vicky swirled her tongue around the stiffening nipple. A moment later, Vicky switched to the left breast, giving it the same loving treatment.

Patty twined her fingers through Vicky’s hair, then was distracted by a shaky whimper from the double bed.

Glancing up, she saw Crissy lounging against the wall, thighs spread wide, hands busy under her shirt, kneading and caressing her tits.

Crissy noticed Patty looking and grinned. “You two are just so fucking hot,” she murmured. Vicky swiveled her head to see what Crissy was doing. “Now there’s an idea,” she said, then tugged the baby blue nightgown over her head and cast it aside.

“Okay, then,” said Patty, shucking her pajama bottoms. Now she and Vicky stood facing each other, wearing nothing but panties, Crissy looking on appreciatively.

Deciding it was time to get comfy, Patty seized Vicky’s hand and led her to the bed. Crissy drew her legs in to make room until she was crosslegged against the wall. Vicky stretched out, resting her head on a pillow and beckoning Patty to join her.

Patty got on her knees, straddling Vicky’s hips, resting both hands on the pink-haired beauty’s taut belly. “Um, Vicky? Can I touch your boobs—”

“Yeah!” Vicky gasped, and Patty moved her hands those last few inches, lightly running her fingers over Vicky’s small but perfectly formed tits. Patty thrilled at the soft, smooth feel of the luscious globes under her fingers, as well as the ecstatic sounds Vicky made as she felt the girl up.

Patty couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. Her long fingers roamed freely, tracing and caressing the circumference of those pert little tits, then pausing to tweak and tease the nipples.

“Oh, god, that’s making me wet,” Vicky murmured.

“Yeah, me too,” said Patty.

“Me three!” Crissy pronounced. The other two looked in her direction just in time to see the blonde remove her PJ top, roll it into a ball, then toss it across the room into a laundry hamper. “Swish,” she said.

“Great aim,” Vicky told her. “Your tits are pretty nice, too.”

“For sure,” agreed Patty.

“Great tits all around,” said Crissy.

“But you’re still less naked than we are,” Vicky informed her.

Crissy raised an eyebrow, gazing defiantly at her friend as if accepting a challenge. “Oh, yeah?”

Twisting sideways to extend her legs, she lifted her butt, shucked off her pajama bottoms and panties in one shot, then turned back to them, cross-legged and lounging back just enough to put her cunt on full display. Her pubes were a few shades darker than the hair on her head, and the slightest hint of clitoral hood could be seen between her nether lips.

“Whoa,” Patty got out.

“Now who’s wearing too many clothes?” declared Crissy.

Patty shuffled back until she was straddling Vicky’s knees. She rested her hands on Vicky’s hips, fingertips lightly touching the elastic waistband of her friend’s panties. She forced herself to meet Vicky’s gaze; eye contact never came easily for her, especially when she was nervous. The gleam in the girl’s eyes went a long way towards stilling Patty’s fears. Inexperienced though she was, the serious, intense look of lust was impossible to miss.

Running her fingers along the waistband of Vicky’s panties, she managed to ask, “Can—can I take these—”

Vicky let out a single laugh. “It’s super sexy that you’re asking, but—God! Yes, please, girl. Take them off!”

Giving a low, throaty laugh of her own, Patty hooked her fingers into the elastic and tugged. Vicky lifted her ass, then drew both legs up, helping Patty get the garment free of her legs and feet. Patty rocked back, pausing to look her new lover up and down. Vicky’s glorious nudity, laid out on the bed for her to see, was even more of a thrill than their kissing and touching had been. Patty’s eyes strayed to Vicky’s pussy, which she’d shaved into a landing strip in emulation of her sister Julie.

“You’re so beautiful,” Patty murmured. “I can’t believe I get to see all of you.”

“Now it’s your turn, girl,” said Vicky. “C’mon, get naked!”

Patty slid to the edge of the bed, stood, and shoved her panties to the floor in a single defiant motion. She made to clamber back onto the mattress, but Vicky stayed her motion by grasping her wrist.

“Hold on. Let me look at you for a second,” Vicky murmured. Look, she did, her hungry eyes roving the tall, dark-haired beauty. Patty felt tremendously self-conscious, yet incredibly sexy. No matter her nerves, there was no mistaking the desire on Vicky’s face as the girl’s eyes perused her naked form. Vicky allowed her hand to stray to Patty’s knee, then slowly inch its way up a thigh. Patty trembled as that hand just barely slipped by her mound to splay out across her belly. Oh my God, so close.

“You want to be touched there, don’t you?” Vicky asked in that alluring murmur.

“I—I want to touch you there,” said Patty, a tremor in her voice.

Grinning, Vicky took Patty by the wrist, guiding her hand in the direction both girls wanted it to go. Patty knelt on the edge of the bed, hovering over Vicky as her fingertips made contact with bare belly, then continued their downward journey. Her hands were beginning to shake, and Vicky couldn’t help but notice. Shifting her grip from Patty’s wrist, she took the dark-haired girl’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You okay?” she asked hesitantly. “Are you sure you want this?”

Patty nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. Tugging her hand from Vicky’s grasp, she slid her fingers down those last few inches. Vicky raised her hips and sucked her breath in through clenched teeth as Patty caressed those moist, silky pussy lips. Tracing her middle finger down the slit, she felt a delicious thrill course through her at the wetness that instantly coated her fingertip. Vicky whimpered. Bracing herself, Patty eased that finger between the labial folds, pausing when she found the hard nub of the clitoris. She traced a slow circle around it, eliciting a thrust of the hips and a harsh, shuddering breath.

“Is that good?” Patty whispered, still drawing circles.

“Mmm-hmm,” Vicky responded, her lips pressed tightly together.

“You want me to do more?”

“Anything you want!” gasped Vicky, her hips rising once again from the mattress.

With a tremulous sigh, Crissy impatiently swept her bangs to one side, the other hand busy between her thighs. Patty glanced up to see Crissy furiously masturbating, raptly watching the show she and Vicky were putting on with eyes wide. Crissy’s face was flushed, her mouth slack.

Surrendering her inhibitions, Patty impulsively decided to do what she’d always fantasized she would if given free access to another girl’s cunt. Moving fast to get there before she chickened out, Patty slid down the bed, spread Vicky’s legs open with both hands and settled between them on her belly. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, thrusting her tongue between Vicky’s slick, sweet pussy lips.

“Oh, okay,” Vicky gasped, then Patty’s tongue brushed across her clit, and her breath hitched. “D-don’t stop,” she stammered, winding her fingers into Patty’s hair.

Operating on instinct, along with what she’d observed in a few dozen girl/girl movie clips, Patty went to work on Vicky’s clit, circling it with the tip of her tongue, then taking up a swift back and forth motion.

“Holy crap,” Vicky moaned, her pelvis shifting in response. “Th-that’s really good, Patty. Ooohh!”

Struggling to keep her mouth where she wanted it, Patty gripped Vicky’s bottom, holding the smaller girl in place. Vicky wrapped both legs around Patty’s shoulders,  cries and gasps escaping her parted lips.

As she made love to another girl for the first time, Patty felt the fire within her own body rise to the boiling point. Every nerve ending tingled, every sense was utterly and enticingly alive. The taste and smell of Vicky’s cunt, the sweet sounds of ecstasy she made, the muscles of the girl’s buttocks contracting and releasing in her palms… these things and more pushed Patty to what felt like a higher state of being.

Nirvana, she told herself. That’s what the Buddhists call it. The Sikhs, too. 

Her own pussy was drenched and throbbing like crazy. Patty knew that when it was her turn to get licked, it wouldn’t take long to reach the pinnacle.

Vicky was now panting hoarsely with every breath, thrusting her hips. Patty hung on for the ride, never slackening her pace or losing the rhythm.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” Vicky murmured, almost matter-of-factly. But there was nothing matter-of-fact about the moans that broke from her throat as she reached her moment. She cried out over and over, grinding her pussy against Patty’s mouth, then abruptly subsided, her muscles going slack.

Patty set her down all the way on the bed, sliding up Vicky’s body until she was lying atop her, nuzzling the nape of her neck.

“Oh, God, kiss me,” Vicky mumbled.

Patty obliged, and Vicky drove her tongue into the girl’s mouth, purring contentedly as she tasted herself. They kissed long and tenderly, then parted as they became aware of Crissy’s purrs of pleasure. Their friend was pressing her head against the wall, fingers a blur between her legs, eyes fixed on the lovers stretched out in repose.

“Are you about to come, Crissy?” asked Vicky.

Crissy let out a short, sharp cry as she pressed two fingers deep into her cunt. She drew them slowly in and out, a squishy wet sound accompanying her movements.

“Not yet,” she breathed. “I’m edging right now.”

“I need to come!” Patty blurted, instantly berating herself for blurting the first thing that popped into her head. God, so lame.

But Vicky just grinned. “Sit on my face,” she commanded.

Patty gave her head a quick shake. “Huh?” Then she realized what Vicky meant; she’d seen it in a couple of porn videos. Getting to her knees, she scooted upwards, then lowered herself to the girl’s full, beautiful lips. Vicky grabbed her ass, pulled her close, then took that first luscious lick.

The feeling of a warm, wet tongue sliding across her clitoris for the first time in her life drew an instant, powerful reaction from Patty. An intense burst of pleasure surged through her, and she moaned aloud. The next wave tore another cry from her lips, and she began to rock her hips against Vicky’s busy tongue. Her earlier assessment had been correct; she wasn’t going to last long at all.

Sure enough, all at once she felt an orgasm rising, so fast and intense that it stole her breath away. Patty began to howl—just letting it ring out, for once not self-conscious, for once not giving a fuck who heard or saw.

A matching wail from a short distance away drew her eyes to Crissy, who was fucking herself with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other in a frenzy that was swiftly mounting into rapture.

All of a sudden, Crissy was there. “Oh God, I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming!” she wailed.

Then Patty was coming too—powerful, ecstatic convulsions taking control of every muscle in her body. The two girls moaned in tandem, crying out repeatedly in the throes of their passion, with Crissy’s voice subsiding moments before Patty’s climax waxed and waned.

A twinge of dizziness hit Patty when she opened her eyes, as if the world had come unmoored from its axis. Placing both hands on the bed before daring to move, she dismounted Vicky’s face, then collapsed alongside the shorter girl in a sodden, panting heap.

Through the haze, she felt Vicky draw her close in a tight, comforting hug. Patty returned it, suddenly fighting back tears of joy. These were tears that came with the realization that so much of what she’d assumed about herself was wrong, and maybe she wasn’t a loser after all. Vicky sure doesn’t think so, she told herself, resting her head on the girl’s shoulder, and neither does Crissy. A tear threatened to spill over, and Patty surreptitiously brushed it away. Maybe I’ll have a good cry when I get home, she decided, but not right now. This had been a night for the shedding of inhibitions, but she couldn’t discard them all at once.

Crissy was still lounging against the wall, her grin befitting the cat that ate the canary. “So… I guess I’m a lesbian voyeur,” she said, laughter in her voice. “Who knew?”

“Maybe so,” Vicky purred, placing a hand on her friend’s thigh, “but if we do this again, I’m totally gonna want to taste that pussy of yours.”

“M-me too,” Patty chimed in. “You’ve got a great body, Cris.”

Crissy reached up to cup her left breast, giving her friends a sultry smile. “Well, I’m not saying no…”

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Ellen Brentshaw picked her way across the living room of her dilapidated double-wide, taking care to skirt the rotted, spongy spot in the middle of the floor, courtesy of a roof leak her late and not terribly lamented husband had never got around to fixing. A month after his passing, she’d used his meager insurance payout to recoat the aged sheet tin. No more drip-drip-drip, but the goddamn floor was already shot. And moldy, too; you could smell it. Oh, well.

The knock came again just as she was tottering up to the front door. “Hold your horses!” she snapped, twisting the deadbolt back with a loud click. She pulled the door inward, and her daughter brushed past her into the house. At age forty-seven, Shannon was beginning to go to flesh, and trying to hide it with clothing a couple of sizes too big. The faded green t-shirt and thrift-store jeans hung off of her in a most unflattering way.

Shannon strode straight across the room, the floor sagging to an alarming degree when she trod upon the water-rotted patch. “Jesus,” she muttered, taking a skipping step to get out of the danger zone. “You really need to get that fixed, Ma.” She plopped unceremoniously onto the couch.

“You got the cash for it?” Ellen retorted, shuffling her way back across the room.

Ignoring the invitation to part with hard-earned legal tender, Shannon rubbed her eyes, then fixed them on Ellen as the old lady settled into her venerable but still comfy old glider. Shannon, Ellen reflected, had been a real head-turner when she was young, and would still look pretty damn good if it wasn’t for the extra pudge she was packing.

“It’s worse than we thought, Ma,” Shannon said after a moment’s silence.

Ellen narrowed her eyes. “Worse how?”

“Our guess was right—the feds have someone new working for them. Some broad. Whoever it is took a guess at what kind of car our boy was driving, got hold of some gas station cam footage, and that’s how they tracked him down. We’re just goddamn lucky he’s careful around security cams. They didn’t get a fix on his face.”

Ellen raised her eyebrows. “And just how in the dickens do you know that?”

“I fucked a sheriff’s deputy.”

“That’ll get the job done,” said Ellen, absentmindedly scratching her ear.

“They have to have made the connection, Ma. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“You always knew someone might. What’s your point?”

Shannon blew out her breath. “After fifteen years, I didn’t think it was all that likely. Or that it’d happen that fast. But even with that—Mister Two-pump Chump said this lady breezed in and blew the whole thing open in a couple of hours. Good thing that guy at the service shop didn’t like the pigs, or our boy would’ve been caught for sure.”

Ellen nodded slowly. “So who is this girl?”

“The cops don’t have a name. Sounds like none of them actually saw her or talked to her; just the feds. The deputy said the agents talked about this bitch like she was queen mama of The Three Investigators. What worries me is they still might have her trying to hunt us up.”

Ellen shook her head. “I’d be surprised. They got their little lambs back, didn’t they? They’re always stretched thin, that’s how you kept ahead of them before.”

“Until we fucking didn’t.”

Ellen’s gnarled fingers probed around on an end table for a pack of cigarettes. Between the arthritis and the now-constant tremors, it was a chore shaking one out and lighting up, but as always, she managed. She took a long drag, then blew out a plume of smoke with a deep, contented sigh.

“You’d have stayed ahead if a certain dumbass hadn’t left his squawk box where a little lamb could put hands on it,” she pointed out.

Shannon pursed her lips and said nothing, unable to argue the point.

“Point is,” Ellen went on, “little lambs back, no good leads, onto the next case. Unless you think there’s something in the car that might tell a tale…?”

“Shouldn’t be.”

“Then what’re you worrying about?”

“The stakes going up. We got caught once. Don’t think it can’t happen again.”

Ellen’s mouth tightened. “Have you stopped to think that maybe you have enough, and it’s time to stop?”

Shannon gave her head a hard shake. “It isn’t enough. Not until the shroud is finished, Ma. I’m not even close.” She looked down at her hands. “Besides, I don’t think he can stop. It’s—it’s oxygen to him. And I have to help whether I’m finished or not, because if he gets picked up—”

“So what’s your plan?”

“We need to find out who this new super-sleuth is.  See what we have to do to un-sleuth her.”

“You mean kill her.”

“If we have to.”

Ellen took another drag on her cigarette. “You got a plan for getting a name?”

“Not yet. But I will.”

“So figure it out, then we’ll chew the fat some more.”

“Fine.” Pushing herself off the couch, Shannon launched herself across the room, nearly falling on her face as the center of the floor sagged beneath her sneaker.

“Jesus Christ, Ma.”

On to Chapter Twenty-Three!

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Down the Rabbit Hole, Chapter 7

  • Posted on July 20, 2026 at 1:32 pm

The Story Thus Far

Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.

Chapter 4: In which smelling becomes tasting, and a visit to the bird sanctuary turns into an afternoon of naughty panty-modeling fun with Sarah, Judy and five-year-old Izzy. Bloody hell, now sister and niece are in on the act!

Chapter 5: In which poor Mr Ruffles suffers more teddy abuse, Sarah and Kerry’s kinky game goes one step further, and Judy pops round for coffee with little Izzy. A shared lollipop leads to more sharing. Appalling!

Chapter 6: In which Frankie and Sarah tiptoe into Kerry’s bedroom while she’s asleep, and an innocent picnic for the children turns into an afternoon of amateur taboo photography. Snap snap snap!

by BlueJean

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Frankie spent most of Sunday in self-imposed exile in our bedroom, editing the footage Judy and I had taken of Kerry and Izzy the day before. I think it would’ve taken her half the time if she hadn’t done most of the work with a hand down her knickers.

The resulting video was twenty-three minutes long, and Frankie put some nice fade-ins/fade-outs on each scene to make the whole thing seem less sporadic. It wasn’t exactly BAFTA material, but we were all rather pleased with the results.

That night Frankie and I went to bed early and frigged ourselves silly watching it. It’s still our go-to wank material when we’re feeling especially filthy. We sent Judy a copy, with strict instructions not to upload it to Facebook by accident.

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When Monday morning came round again I was absolutely knackered, counting my blessings that I worked from home. Once I’d dropped Kerry off at school, I had every intention of going back to bed for a couple of hours.

Kerry, of course, was bouncing with restless energy, and very much wanted to play dirty games at the breakfast table. She was becoming quite the sexual deviant, and I wondered how that might manifest itself in her teenage years. I didn’t dwell on it, though – you see, by that point I’d already begun to close my mind to the potential consequences of what we were doing with the children. They were happy, and that was enough to ease my nagging conscience.

“Are you going to rub your panties on my face again, Mummy?” Kerry said as I sat opposite her drinking my coffee.

I shook my head, chuckling at her candidness. “Uh-uh.”

“Why not? I like how they smell. How about just letting me taste your fingers, then?”

“If you want to keep doing all that stuff, we should probably do it after school. Then we’ll have more time to enjoy ourselves.”

Judging from her wide grin, Kerry thought that was a great idea. “Look under the table,” she said.

When I peered beneath the table, Kerry had hiked her gingham dress up, pulled her knickers to one side, and was pumping the smooth plastic end of her breakfast spoon in and out of her pussy.

I was surprised, to say the least. “Did you break your hymen?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“Did you, uh, put something up there and suddenly found it went right in where it wouldn’t before? Was there pain, maybe some blood?”

“Oh, yeah, that was ages ago. When I saw you and Frankie putting your fingers in there, I wondered what it was like. It didn’t hurt that much, just a little sting. I thought I’d broken myself, but there wasn’t much blood. Was it okay that I did that?”

I took a mouthful of coffee, then gave her a shrug. “It’s not a big deal, really. It happens sooner or later. They used to call it ‘losing your virginity’ back when people were stupid. Or maybe just stupider.”

“When can I watch you and Frankie do sex again?”

I reached across the table to pinch Kerry’s cheeks, much to her delight. “Sex, sex, sex! Is that all you ever think about, Kerry Louise Hudson?”

“No, not all the time.”

“You can watch us again on Friday night. That way, we can all stay up late without having to worry about work or school.”

“Aww, Friday’s ages away!”

“I’m sure we’ll find ways to take your mind off it. Eat your breakfast. We need to get you to school.”

3

Having dropped Kerry off at school and watched her race over to meet her friends in the playground, I sat in the car and debated whether to hang around and check out all the other little girls. Maybe pop the button on my trousers and have a sneaky diddle.

I’d just about convinced myself that it was a splendid idea, when Kerry’s teacher, Miss Blake, trotted over to the car. I think her first name was Felicity or Felicia or Fellatio, something like that. She was a mousy little woman with a penchant for cardigans, quite pretty in a I’m-totally-unaware-that-I’m-attractive kind of way.

I’m also convinced that Miss Blake is hot for me. Frankie says I’m full of crap, but I know the signs when I see them. Okay, so she has a boyfriend, but then, Oscar Wilde was married to a woman, and he was the queerest man in the known world. Besides, all women have a lesbian fighting to get out. Fact.

I wound the window down and gave Miss Blake a smile.

Kerry’s teacher did this sort of breathless laugh, like running over to a car was just about the wackiest thing ever. “Hi, Sarah, how’re you?”

“Yeah, I’m good, thanks. Is everything okay?”

“Absolutely fine. No, it’s just a quickie. It’s a little embarrassing, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Um… how can I put this? Kerry’s, uh, well – she’s been flashing her bits around.”

I could feel a dull horror creeping up my spine. “Bits?”

“Yeah, you know,” Miss Blake gestured to her crotch with a wince, then mouthed, “bits.”

“Oh. I see.”

“I mean, listen, I’m not overly concerned. It’s pretty normal. Kerry’s getting to that age where boys and girls are beginning to grow conscious of, uh, their bodies, and she’s certainly not the only girl in school doing that sort of thing. Exposing herself, I mean. But it’s part of my job to,” Miss Blake made air quotes, “‘flag it up’, you know? And, er, to ask if everything’s okay at home.”

The fuck. What on earth was she implying? That I was exposing my eight-year-old daughter to sex? Well, yeah, I was doing that. But even so, I wasn’t bloody well putting up with Kerry’s teacher accusing me of doing something unsavoury. Even if it was true. Which it was.

“Yeah, of course everything’s okay at home. Why wouldn’t it be?” I said defensively, then narrowed my eyes. “Wait, wait. Does this have something to do with the fact that I’m in a relationship with another woman, by any chance?”

Yeah, I know. I played the lesbian discrimination card. Pretty underhanded, right?

It worked, though. Miss Blake looked horrified at the very idea. “No, no, no! That’s not what I’m— No, God, I wouldn’t – I’d never…” She brought her hands up to her face in a gesture of prayer, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “It’s school policy, Sarah. That’s all it is. We’re told to look out for signs that something might be amiss, but like I say, I’m not worried. Kerry’s always been a happy kid.” After an uncomfortable pause, Miss Blake added, “She – she talks about your partner Frankie a lot!”

“They absolutely adore each other,” I said.

Miss Blake practically melted into a puddle on the spot. “Awwww, that’s so sweet!”

I took my wallet out and produced a photograph of Frankie. It was one of my favorites, taken outside a nightclub a couple of years back. Frankie is looking all pouty and sexy in a snug X-Ray Spex tee. No bra, of course. I held the picture up for Kerry’s teacher to see. “This is Frankie.”

I’m pretty sure Miss Blake creamed her knickers there and then. “Omigod, Sarah, she’s gorgeous!”

“You think so?” I asked casually, knowing full well my girlfriend was the very definition of sex appeal.

“Yes! You lucky bitch!” She slapped a hand to her mouth. “I… I just called you a bitch, didn’t I? I apologise.”

I could only laugh. “It’s okay. Frankie calls me a bitch sometimes, too.” I flashed my eyes. “Mostly in the bedroom.”

Miss Blake trapped her lower lip between her teeth. “Oh… well, that’s… mmm.”

I let that image sink in for a moment. When I spoke again, she nearly jumped out of her skin. “Anyway, I should be getting back. Nice talking to you.”

Miss Blake glanced down at her watch, then gave a little gasp. “Goodness! I need to get to class!”

“I’ll have a word with Kerry about her ‘bits’. We don’t need to take this any further, do we?”

The young teacher gave her head a rapid shake. “Absolutely not! I feel stupid having brought it up now. Take care, Sarah! Send my love to Frankie! No, don’t do that, I’ve never even met her!” She bunched her hands into fists and muttered, “Jesus… shut up, Felicity. Uh, bye, Sarah!”

“Bye.”

I half expected her to turn back, cross her eyes in a passing impression of Columbo and say, “Oh, just one more thing…” but instead, she scurried back towards the school and disappeared inside the building.

Kerry’s mousy little teacher could be a potential problem, I considered. But I was confident I could run rings around her. A little subtle flirting could work wonders, and Miss Blake was clearly bi-curious; probably hankering for some girl-on-girl action.

Still, we needed to be more careful. Kerry needed to be more careful.

4

When I picked Kerry up from school later, I took the opportunity to have a quiet word with her. “Your teacher says you’ve been flashing your pussy about,” I said matter-of-factly, because there was really no discreet way to put it.

Startled, Kerry was quick to deny any wrongdoing. “Huh? Um, no, I haven’t.”

“Well, Miss Blake wouldn’t say something like that if it wasn’t true, would she?”

“I’m not the only one doing it,” she muttered, staring down at her knees.

“I’m sure you’re not, but we have to be really careful, Kerry. Anything that draws attention to what we’re doing at home could get us into serious trouble.”

For a moment, Kerry looked like she wanted to argue the point, but settled for a morose sigh instead. “O-kay. Sorry.”

I took a hand off the wheel and rested it in her lap. “You don’t need to apologise. Just try to be more careful.”

In response, Kerry grabbed my wrist and guided me up her dress. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through her panties.

“Uh… not ideal, Kerry. You’ll make me crash the car.”

When she reached across to slide her hand up my skirt, I knew I had to put a stop to things. I withdrew my hand and then plucked hers from between my legs. “What did I just say about being careful? Not here, Kerry.”

My daughter had a mischievous glint in her eye. “Where, then? I want to play.” She slipped two fingers beneath the elastic of her knickers, then brought them to my nose.

I gave her a disapproving side glance, but my pussy was already beginning to stir. No surprise there – it seemed like I was in a constant state of arousal these days. I squeezed my thighs together to give myself some relief. “Well, wait until we get home, at least.”

When I parked the car in the driveway five minutes later, the light had begun to fade from the sky. I switched the engine off and killed the lights, then glanced in the rearview mirror. Living on a busy commuter street, there was usually a constant stream of people walking by at this time of day, but I’d parked facing the back wall, and it was dark enough that no one would see much. Not that they had any reason to look our way. That’s the weird thing about living in the city: there’s so many people, we all just stop noticing one another eventually.

We could’ve gone indoors, of course. We should’ve gone indoors. But cars are cocoons, safe, seemingly impenetrable. We do things in cars we wouldn’t contemplate doing anywhere else – sing along to the radio at the top of our voice because there’s nobody else there to tell us we sound like cats being strangled. Beep our horns at other drivers for minor misdemeanours whilst accusing them of being ‘fucking idiots’ because we know we don’t have to look them in the eye and defend our aggression. We pick our noses, scratch our crotches, fart, have arguments with ourselves, retreat to our happy places, sometimes our unhappy places.

I’d sat in the car at Kerry’s school and masturbated while watching all the cute little girls running around the playground, delighting in the occasional flash of knickers. Because it seemed like that might be an okay thing to do, as if a car was a one-way mirror, allowing you to see out but no one else to see in.

I hadn’t touched Kerry yet, not intimately, not skin on skin. Because in my fucked-up mind, letting my daughter suck pussy juice from my fingers didn’t really count. Nor did rubbing my panty-covered cunt against her face. It was me touching her that counted. There were bad words for that, I knew, words I didn’t want to contemplate.

But where would be the harm, there in the car, the two of us shut off from the world? What happened in the car stayed there, didn’t it?

“Now,” I said, giving Kerry a sultry look, “where were we?” I hiked my skirt up around my waist and took Kerry’s hand, placing it firmly on the crotch of my now damp panties. My cunt was throbbing. “Pull your dress up, sweetie.”

Clearly thrilled by this unexpected development, Kerry did as I asked, allowing me to trail two fingers up and down the cleft of her pussy through the lilac knickers she wore, pushing the soft cotton into her puffy crack. I placed my free hand atop hers, pressing her fingers firmly into my sex, encouraging exploration.

“So who were you showing your pussy to?” I asked as we fondled one another.

“Just some of the other girls,” Kerry told me. “I dared them to show me theirs, but only Emily would.”

“Does Emily have a nice pussy?”

Kerry nodded. “It’s really pink and small.”

“You need to stop doing it at school, though. I nearly had a heart attack when Miss Blake told me.”

“I like doing it, though,” Kerry said with a halfhearted pout.

Of course she did. Don’t all little girls like to display themselves? I’m pretty sure I read somewhere it’s a primate thing – boys fight each other and act like idiots, girls show their pussies. We all have our evolutionary crosses to bear, I suppose.

“So do it at home instead,” I told Kerry. “I’m sure Frankie’s eyes would pop out of her head if you flashed your pussy at her.”

“Really?” Kerry said with a giggle.

“Well, I don’t think her eyes would actually pop out. Hard to tell with Frankie. She can be weird.”

“No, I mean, can I really do that at home?”

I rolled my shoulders into a shrug. Fuck, when did I get so nonchalant about everything? “Sure. It’s a pretty normal thing for a young girl to be doing. But home is safer.” I was getting so turned on I could feel my cunt leaking. “I think it’s about time we took our panties off, don’t you?”

I retrieved my hand from between Kerry’s legs, then slipped my knickers down, losing them in the footwell. Kerry went to do the same, but paused to smell my scent on her fingers.

“Come on, sweetie, get those knickers off,” I almost growled, reaching across to help her slide them down her legs. “Mummy wants to finger you.”

I brought the warm cotton to my face without thinking. Whatever my daughter got up to at school had left her knickers infused with a fruity musk. “Ooh, yeah,” I muttered, then pocketed the soiled undies. “I’ll have to save these for later.”

Kerry gave me a little smirk. “All right. I don’t mind if you borrow them.”

I spread my legs as wide as the cramped space would allow, then encouraged Kerry to do the same. Our fingers found each other again, this time with no panties to hinder us. I coated a finger in saliva, smeared it across my daughter’s slit, then penetrated her with it. “Fuck me with your fingers, Peanut. Put two inside.”

“Okay.” Kerry’s fingers plunged into me with a slippery ease. “Like this?”

“That’s it. Now push them in and out. A little quicker. A little harder. Oh, yeah, that’s it. Fuck me, Kerry.”

The air in the car was thick with our combined arousal. I breathed it in as we went at each other like two teenagers behind the bike sheds. Kerry was hot, tight and silky smooth, like dipping a finger into liquid velvet.

And still I somehow managed to convince myself that this wasn’t really sex. We weren’t licking or rubbing against each other. We weren’t doing the big stuff. Just a little harmless finger-play.

You and your eight-year-old daughter are fingering each other in the car while people walk by. That’s what you’re doing right now. Idiot.

Shut up. I’m gonna come.

Good for you. Congratulations.

Kerry began moving her hips in rhythm with my finger. “It feels really nice.”

“You like it when Mummy fingers your pussy?”

“Mmm.”

“Good. You smell so nice, baby.”

“So do you.”

I brushed a thumb across my clit. I was so close now. “Keep fucking me, Kerry. I’m gonna come on your fingers. Is it okay if I do that?”

“Yeah.” Kerry was dreamy-eyed with pleasure. I knew she was close, but had to wonder if she’d ever managed to make herself come before.

“You’ve got such a tight little baby cunt,” I blurted before my orgasm crashed into me. I grabbed Kerry’s wrist and held her fingers inside me while my spasming pussy clamped around them. “Oh, fuck! Fuck yeah! So fucking good!”

“Don’t stop doing it to me, Mummy!” Kerry squealed, so with the aftermath of my climax still rippling through me, I got back to fucking her, reaching across with my other hand to stroke her little clitty.

Kerry gazed at me open-mouthed until I felt the walls of her pussy contract and squeeze my finger. She let out a breathless groan, then slumped back in her seat. “Um… I might’ve peed myself.”

“That’s not what happened. You just had an orgasm, Peanut.”

“‘Kay.”

“Was that your first time?”

Kerry managed a shrug. “Dunno.”

I pushed her school dress back in place, then smoothed it out with maternal attentiveness. “You don’t know?”

“It never happened as big as that before. Maybe the other times weren’t actual orgasms.”

I reached across to stroke her hair. “Well. It’s not an exact science, I suppose. As long as it feels good, that’s what matters.”

If you’d asked me a year ago if a girl as young as Kerry could reach orgasm, I’d have told you no. Since then, I’ve seen videos of even younger girls coming. Frankie says even babies can come, though I’ve not quite plucked up the courage to ask her how she could possibly know that.

“We made the windows all steamy,” Kerry pointed out, drawing a big heart on the glass.

I kissed her on the nape of her neck. “Let’s go indoors.”

5

Frankie was in the lounge finishing up her blog posts. She glanced up at us briefly, then returned her attention to her laptop. “Thought I heard the car pull in. What were you two doing out there?”

I sauntered behind the couch and leaned in to put my arms around her. “Nothing much,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

Kerry parked herself in the easy chair on the other side of the coffee table. I gave her a sly wink.

“I’ve told Kerry she can watch us make love again,” I said casually.

The click click click of keystrokes ceased. “Do I get any say in the matter?”

“Nah.”

Frankie peered back at me. “Okay, then. Guess I’ll just have to go along with it.”

I kissed her on the nape. “That’s the spirit.”

“Mummy says we’ll do it Friday,” Kerry added, fidgeting in her chair.

“Friday. Right. Noted.”

I brought a finger to Frankie’s nose, the same one I’d fucked Kerry with.

Frankie’s eyes lit up. “Oh… What?”

With Frankie momentarily distracted, I used the other hand to mime pulling my skirt up, nodding to Kerry.

Kerry understood. She drew her feet up onto the chair, spread her knees apart, then slowly hiked her school dress up.

I waited for that to sink in, then wafted my finger under Frankie’s nose again. “Connecting the dots yet, sweetheart?”

“Fuck…” Frankie whispered, staring at my little girl’s cunt. “Er… what happened to your panties, Kerry?”

I drew the lilac knickers from my pocket and attached them to my girlfriend’s face. “They’re right here.”

“Omigod,” Frankie mumbled through the soiled cotton. I pushed them over her head and left them draped round her neck, then prised Frankie’s laptop from her fingers, laying it down on the coffee table.

“You can finish that later. I’m going to masturbate now. And Kerry… well, she can do what she likes with you.”

Having unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it, I parked myself in the other easy chair opposite the coffee table and spread my legs apart, making it clear I was also sans panties. “Well, what are you waiting for, Kerry? Go have some fun with Frankie.”

Kerry bounced off the chair and onto her feet. “What, like sexy fun, you mean?”

“Sure.”

“What shall I do?”

Another careless shrug. “Whatever you like. It’s up to you. Pretend Frankie’s one of your school friends.”

Frankie cleared her throat. “Hi. I’m actually still in the room, you know.” She gave me and Kerry a little wave. “See? Here I am!”

“Shush!” Kerry and I said in unison.

Kerry marched over to Frankie and lifted her dress. “Do you like it, Frankie?”

Frankie could only gawp at Kerry’s hairless pussy. She’s a blatant gawper. She could turn gawping into an olympic sport. “It’s… beautiful.”

“Can you see it good enough? ‘Cause I can give you a closer look, if you want.”

“I mean… I wouldn’t say no to a better look. If that’s an option.” Frankie looked across at me. “Is it?”

I gave her a slow nod, my fingers lightly stroking the cleft of my sex.

Kerry dragged the coffee table out of the way. “Okay, this is what Emily and me do in the field next to the playground.” She pointed at the carpet. “Frankie, you lay down here.”

Intrigued, Frankie abandoned the couch and stretched out on the rug, peering up at Kerry with wide, blinking eyes. “Like this?”

“Yeah. Now wait.”

“I’m not going anywhere, trust me.”

Stepping over Frankie, my daughter lifted her dress again. “See?”

“Yeah. I can definitely see that.”

“Take a good long look. Aaaand… okay, stop.” Kerry let her dress drop. “Now you have to close your eyes.”

Frankie complied. “Okay.”

Kerry stepped over Frankie’s head and bent her knees into a slight squat. The dress came up once more. “You can open them again.”

Frankie’s eyes flickered open. She squeezed her thighs together. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Did I win?”

“Huh? No, you don’t win or lose. It’s just for fun.”

“Right.”

My fingers had found a familiar rhythm now, strumming back and forth across my clit as I watched Kerry playing her little game.

Kerry sank down another couple of inches. “Close enough, Fran-kee?” she asked in a sassy voice.  “You want it clo-ser?”

“Yes. Closer.”

Kerry squatted lower still. Her bare pussy was a foot away from Frankie’s face. “How’s that? E-ven clo-ser…?”

“Yes!”

Another three inches. I knew Frankie would be able to smell my daughter now, the scent of a little girl who’s been playing naughty games at school all day. The thought sent a ripple of pleasure through me.

“What about now, Fran-keeee? Is this close enough?”

“Closer!”

Kerry dropped into a full squat, her pussy a mere four inches from Frankie’s face. Kerry tucked the hem of her dress under her chin and regarded Frankie with a little smirk. “I can’t get it any closer, ’cause you won’t be able to see it properly if I do. Emily went all cross-eyed when I did that. But I can do this.” She prised her pussy open, letting Frankie take in the sight.

Frankie must have been soaking her knickers. I would’ve if I’d been wearing any. Instead, I frigged myself silly, probing the boundaries of my orgasm before pulling back at the last moment. Not now. Not yet.

But I was so, so close; enough that my voice was shaking when I told Kerry, “Finger yourself for Frankie.”

Kerry wasted no time in cramming a finger inside her pussy, lewdly pumping it back and forth. Frankie slipped a hand between her own legs to rub herself through her jeans. “Oh, Sarah… I am so fucking turned on right now.”

I took myself towards the edge again; denied myself release once more. “Stick that finger in Frankie’s mouth, Kerry.”

No hesitation. Straight from her pussy to Frankie’s parted lips. “There you go, Frankie. Hope you like it.”

I think Frankie liked it a lot.

“Back in your pussy, Peanut. Make it all juicy for Frankie.” I could hear the liquid sounds of Kerry’s finger pistoning in and out. I worked my cunt; pulled back at the last moment. Couldn’t contain it much longer. By then, my hands were shaking. “B-back in her mouth. Quickly!”

Frankie sucked my little girl’s finger greedily. Her legs spasmed out, and I knew she was coming. Kerry pulled her finger free and wagged it at Frankie. “Uh-uh-uh. That’s enough for you, Fran-kee.”

A single drop of fluid dripped from Kerry’s slit to splash against Frankie’s lips. I finally allowed my climax to consume me, fully giving myself over to sweet oblivion. I wailed something incoherent, then slumped back into the chair.

I’m not sure how long it was before I was able to make sense of anything. I opened my eyes to find Frankie and Kerry staring at me.

“Yay for cummies…” I mumbled.

6

Later that evening, the three of us were sitting on the couch watching TV in our pyjamas. Kerry, as usual, was curled up between Frankie and me.

It was so strange how we could just slot back into our normal lives after indulging in such debauchery, as if we were all doing our utmost to pretend nothing had happened.

“Mum, Frankie’s picking her nose,” Kerry announced, rousing me from my reverie.

“Mmm? Oh, she’s not very ladylike, I’m afraid.”

Frankie pulled her finger out of her nostril and waved it in front of Kerry. “Wanna see?”

Kerry recoiled in horror. “Urgh, no!”

Frankie gave a gleeful titter. “Relax, there’s nothing there.”

My girlfriend could be such a child. There was a time when I thought it was endearing and cute, but when you reach a point in your life where you can no longer tell right from wrong, you rely on the people closest to you to pull you back from the brink. And Frankie was never going to be much help in that regard, especially considering she was the one who opened Pandora’s Box in the first place.

That’s a crock of shit and you know it. Frankie may have brought the box home, but it was you that opened it up and then proceeded to jump inside without a care in the world.

All this goes through my mind. But it’s hazy, background noise, a frantic, panic-stricken voice shouting to me from somewhere far away.

A siren was blaring outside. There are always sirens going past our house, but now I feel myself tense when I hear one getting closer. The sound faded away and I relaxed again. My mouth curled up into a smile. I smile a lot these days.

On to Chapter Eight!

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The Evil That Men Do, Chapter 21

  • Posted on July 10, 2026 at 1:05 pm

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by Rachael Yukey

Chapter 21

I never needed love before
Until I met you girl
A girl like you I have never seen
You came into my life like a whirlwind girl
You let me know what loving really means
Def Leppard, 1981

Mallory approached the machine shed for the second time that day, carrying one of the wicker baskets her mom left behind when she moved out all those years ago, a kitchen towel draped over the top. It occurred to her to wonder if the basketful of food combined with the faded red hoodie she’d donned to stave off the unseasonable chill might make her a target for big bad wolves. A smile touched the corners of her mouth.

She’d just laid a hand on the door handle when an obnoxious rattle-clack that she couldn’t quite place began to emanate from within. Frowning, she opened the door and slipped through. Her eyes followed her ears, fixing themselves upon the source of the racket. Julie was pushing an engine hoist across the shop, the grind of steel casters on concrete reverberating throughout the cavernous building.

Breaking into a trot, Mallory crossed the floor, came up alongside Julie and placed her free hand on the hoist’s central steel pillar.

Julie paused, the heavy implement clattering to a halt. “Now hold on there, preggers. Don’t go straining yourself. I’ve got it.”

“Relax, spazzatron. I’m just adding a little extra oomph. You’re still doing most of the work.”

Julie shrugged, set her shoulders and resumed her trek across the cement. With Mallory lending her weight, they rapidly traversed the shop floor to the corner where the faded green tractor lurked. Mallory tried to recall when her dad had actually acquired the damn thing. If she remembered right, she’d have been no more than twelve or thirteen.

“Okay, time out,” Mallory instructed her partner. “Get yourself washed up. Since you didn’t come back in, I brought you a late lunch.” With that, she made her way across the floor to the desk where her dad had spent so many hours perusing his repair manuals. Julie, she noted, had tucked the office chair back where it belonged. A thick volume sat open on the desk, a parts breakdown visible on the page.

Mallory set the basket down on the desk. Taking care not to lose Julie’s place in the book, she flipped the cover back to get a peek at the title, raising mental eyebrows at the realization that she was looking at a brand-new copy of the official John Deere repair manual for the Model R. Then she spied a smaller book, also obviously new, tucked beneath the open front cover of the repair manual. Mallory hefted “The Ultimate Do-It-Yourself Guide to Rebuilding and Restoring Deere Two-Cylinder Tractors”, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards.

Julie was ambling across the shop, hands and forearms freshly scrubbed, carrying the metal stool Mallory’s father had always used when working on equipment. She plunked it down next to the desk, a sheepish grin overtaking her lips at the sight of the book in Mallory’s hand.

“Just thought it’d be fun to get the engine running, huh?” Mallory managed a stern expression, but couldn’t quite keep the mirth out of her voice. Setting the book back on the desk, she eased herself into the old office chair.

Julie let out a snort of laughter as she settled onto the stool. “Okay, so I might or might not have stopped by the John Deere dealer in Johnstown while you were going through the used records in that thrift store. And—you know, maybe I picked up some literature.”

Mallory removed the threadbare maroon hand towel she’d used to cover the food, then took out a plastic container of roast beef sandwiches with gouda cheese. Setting this on the desk, she reached in again and came up with a thermos of hot, sweet herbal tea and two tin cups. As she poured, Julie pried the lid off the box of sandwiches. “Mmmm,” she murmured. “Looks great.”

“There’s an apple and a granola bar each in the basket,” Mallory remarked, accepting the sandwich Julie offered her.

“You’re too good to me,” said Julie. She bit into a sandwich, chewed, swallowed. “Yummy.”

Mallory jerked a thumb in the direction of the aged tractor that had captured Julie’s interest. “What do you need the hoist for? I thought you were just going to clean up the fuel system and then try to pull-start it.”

Julie shrugged as she swallowed another bite. That awkward grin was on her face again. “Oh, I sort of got it into my head that maybe I should just do the thing right and figure out what’s wrong with the pony engine. Which is tucked way up in under the hood, just forward of the fuel tank. It’ll be a lot easier to get at if I take the hood off. I need the hoist to lift the hood, then to pull the pony engine if I decide it needs to come out.”

“You really think you can make it go? I’m pretty sure the thing’s been parked in that corner for fifteen years or thereabouts. Hell, I don’t know if it was even running when Dad brought it home. It might have been sitting unused way longer than that.”

“If everything I’ve read about these old two-popper Johnnies is true, it’ll probably fire up if the diesel is clean and the engine isn’t frozen. I’ve cleaned up the fuel delivery system for the big engine and drained the tank. I just need to get fresh diesel in it and figure out how to get it started.” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I think I’ll try to fix the pony engine before I resort to a pull-start. I just wish there was more guidance available.”

Mallory’s brow furrowed. “Isn’t that what this is for?” she said, indicating the service manual still open on the table.

Julie made a face. “The damn thing kind of makes the assumption that you’re a John Deere tech who’s got training and experience with this kind of equipment. It’s got good parts breakdowns, but that’s about it. I’m getting better info from this.” She tapped the restoration guidebook. “Also some internet forums. I’ve joined three of them since yesterday evening.”

Mallory burst out laughing. “Just want to see if the engine will start, my ass.”

“I’m getting it figured out,” said Julie with a wave of her hand. “It’d be nice if the info on these things wasn’t so scattered around. Someone should make a video tutorial or something.”

“Isn’t this where your master’s degree in engineering saves the day?”

Julie let out a peal of laughter. “I’m the one who’s always saying you shouldn’t be an engineer if you’re not at least a decent mechanic. Guess it’s time to prove myself, huh?”

Polishing off the first of her sandwiches, Mallory plucked one of the apples from the basket, taking a big bite. Juice sprayed on her chin. “Jesus,” she muttered around the mouthful of fruit, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

She swallowed, then spoke. “On another note, I’m going to Grandma’s house tomorrow morning. I told her I had something to talk to her about, and she invited us to brunch. Think you can tear yourself away from whatever the hell this is long enough to dig into some Eggs Benedict?”

Julie selected a second sandwich from the plastic box. “Since when did I ever turn down Paulette’s Eggs Benedict?”

Mallory nodded. “I figured, but I didn’t know if you’d want to be around when I ask her about Mom. Thought I’d offer you an out.”

Julie seemed lost in thought for a moment. “I’m fine with it, but will she be less likely to talk if I’m there?”

“I don’t think so. She’s always treated you like a granddaughter.”

“She sure has.” Conversation lapsed, the two women taking simple joy in the food and each other’s company. They were long since past the need to fill every silence.

“When do you want to tell your folks about the baby?” said Mallory, after she had polished off her second sandwich.

“Well, I was thinking this evening, but I just found out from Lisa that Vicky’s going to a sleepover. So if we want to tell all three of them together—”

“A sleepover? Please tell me it’s not those same silly bitches that messed with her head last time.”

Julie laughed, placing her free hand on Mallory’s arm. The other clutched a chocolate chip granola bar. “Easy, mama bear. Sometimes I think you’re even more protective of Vicky than I am. She has to pick her own battles.”

Mallory turned her eyes to the ceiling. “I know it.”

Julie shoved the last of her granola into her mouth, chewed, swallowed. “Anyway, I’d rather just do it once. So we’ll wait a day or two.”

“Works for me.” Mallory waved her own half-eaten bar in the direction of the tractor and hoist. “Why don’t you make a video tutorial?”

“Huh?”

“You haven’t really done anything yet, right? Just flushed out some fuel lines. So we’ve got your phone, my phone, and a full-on digital camcorder back at the house. Set up a few different angles, and anything you actually have to take apart and fix, talk about it while you work. Document the whole thing. Stick it on YouTube. If you think there needs to be a video guide, just fucking make one.”

A slow smile was spreading across Julie’s face. “Did you know you’re a genius, babe?”

“Sure, but I can always use the affirmation. Say it a couple more times, will you?”

Julie rolled her eyes. “I withdraw the compliment.”

“Anyway,” Mallory went on, “I can help you with the video part. I can even be your lovely assistant when you need one. For instance, those sheet metal hoods really aren’t all that heavy, just awkward. Do you really need the hoist to lift it off?”

“By myself I do—oh. I get you!”

Mallory pushed herself out of the chair. “I helped Dad take the hood off of the 1586 a few times; it was way bigger than that thing. I’ll run back to the house and grab the cam and tripod. Back in five!”

***

Two heads swiveled at the light rap on Crissy Moen’s bedroom door, one blonde and curly, the other straight and pink. Vicky and Crissy were sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through pictures of dresses using a laptop perched on Crissy’s thighs. Crissy was planning ahead for homecoming.

“I know it’s months away, and I don’t have a date yet,” she’d told Vicky with a laugh, “but whoever asks me is going with the best-dressed bitch at the dance!”

Another knock. “Come in,” Crissy called out. The door swung open, Crissy’s mom standing on the threshold.

“Patty’s here,” said Triniti Moen, beckoning to someone waiting in the hall. Patricia Spisak stepped into view. Tall with hair the color of walnut, thin to the point of gangliness, Patty was retiring and self-conscious at the best of times. Just now she looked like a mouse meeting the gaze of a hungry tomcat.

“Hey, Pats!” said Crissy, a wide grin cracking her face.

Vicky raised her hand and gave a somewhat more restrained smile. “Hey,” she said.

Triniti’s face creased in a frown. “What are you girls listening to?” She waved her hand at the bluetooth speakers on Crissy’s dresser, from which snarling guitars powered by a ferocious double kick drum were emanating.

“Oh, it was Vicky’s turn to pick the music,” said Crissy, “since she didn’t get to at my birthday party. It’s a playlist her cousin up in Bronning made for her.”

Triniti’s brow smoothed, her eyes widening slightly. “Oh, you mean Nettie?”

Vicky smiled. “The one and only.”

“Sure, I remember her from when she was a little kid. She used to hang around with Crissy’s aunt Cindy when—um—” Now Triniti looked a little contrite. “When she stayed here in Dickson for a little while.”

Understanding Triniti’s consternation, Vicky let her off the hook with a wan smile. “Sure. I was born while she was here, or so they tell me.”

Still looking a bit discomfited, Triniti gave a small nod. “I’ll leave you girls to it.” Turning away, she slipped past Patty and made her way down the hall. Patty just stood there in the hallway, uneasy eyes fixed on the two girls seated on the bed.

Closing her laptop and putting it aside, Crissy got to her feet, her mouth stretching into a warm smile. “Don’t just stand there, girl. Get in here.” Patty stepped forward cautiously, her shoulders hunched.

Crissy enveloped Patty in a hug, which was gingerly returned. Patty towered over Crissy; if anything, she was even taller than Vicky’s big sister Julie. But where Julie exuded confidence, Patty wore her stature self-consciously. And she was so thin! The tall, dark-haired girl was looking over Crissy’s shoulder at Vicky, trepidation written all over her face. When Vicky met her eyes, Patty looked away.

Crissy let her arms drop to her sides and took a step away. “I gotta use the can. Be right back.” Stepping around Patty, she exited the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

An awkward silence fell. Patty seemed rooted to the spot. Finally, just as Vicky was opening her mouth to offer a token greeting, Patty met her eyes. “You’re mad at me, huh?”

Vicky shrugged. “Kind of.”

A slight smile touched the corners of Patty’s mouth. “You know, I’m glad you said that. Most people would just try to pretend like everything’s cool, and I think it just makes things worse.” She drew in a shaky breath.

Despite the knot of anger still lingering in the pit of her stomach, Vicky was beginning to feel a touch of sympathy for the girl. She was trying to think of how best to reply when, once again, Patty spoke first.

“I was a bitch,” she said, stepping forward and carefully seating herself next to Vicky on the bed. She rested the tips of her fingers on Vicky’s wrist. “I did everything I hate when people do it to me. There’s no excuse. I’m so sorry.”

Her voice was steady, and Vicky liked her a little better for not putting on a show of tears. Even more so for not trying to place all the blame on Sarah Spencer. Still…

“Did Crissy put you up to this?” Vicky didn’t mean to say that; the words just spilled out.

Those thin shoulders rose in an elaborate shrug. “In a way, I guess. I went to her and told her I was sorry for acting that way at her birthday party. She forgave me, but told me that you’re the one I really needed to apologize to. I mean, I already knew that, but—” she trailed off helplessly.

“But what?” Vicky’s armor was softening, but she’d been wounded pretty badly, and wasn’t quite ready to let it go.

When Patty spoke again, there was a tremor in her voice. “It’s just that what I did was so messed up. I was s-scared to face you. I figured you’d just tell me what an awful person I am, and—and you’d be right.”

With a heavy sigh, Vicky placed her hand on Patty’s, the fingers of which were still resting on her arm. “Look, I get that you were just trying to impress Sarah, but—”

“I wasn’t going to mention that,” Patty cut in, shaking her head. “I mean, yeah, that is why it happened, but it’s still the shittiest excuse ever.”

“What I don’t understand,” said Vicky, “is why it was so important. I can tell you really are sorry, and that you’re really beating yourself up about this. What I don’t get is why you’d do stuff you hate just to get her to like you.”

Patty fixed her eyes on her lap, her already slouched shoulders drooping even further, as if she was slowly deflating. “Because when you’re a total loser like me, getting a popular girl to be even halfway nice to you seems like the most important thing in the world.” Now she did sound close to tears. “That just makes me sound like an even crappier person, doesn’t it?”

The last sliver of ice in Vicky’s heart melted. She pulled Patty’s hand into her lap, folded it between both of hers. “It makes you sound like a person who doesn’t know that she’s worth something. You’re the best player in the chess club, aren’t you? You won a tournament that was mostly college kids. How can you call yourself a loser when you’re doing stuff like that?”

Patty let out a teary little laugh. “It’s not the same as being cool.”

Vicky gave a derisive snort. “If being cool means being anything like Sarah Spencer, I’ll settle for being a geek, thanks very much.”

Finally Patty lifted her gaze, head turning to meet Vicky’s eyes. “I don’t want to be like Sarah. I…I wish I was like you. You believe in yourself, and you’ve got skin like an alligator.”

Not feeling particularly thick-skinned at the moment, Vicky was casting around for a reply when a thought struck her. “I thought Crissy was just going to the bathroom.”

Patty let out a snort of laughter, dashing tears from her eyes with the hand that wasn’t still lying in Vicky’s lap. “I’ll bet she’d taking her time because she’s hoping we’ll—”

“Do exactly this?” Both girls laughed.

As if on cue, the door swung open. Crissy stood framed in the entrance, wearing a huge grin. “Perfect!” she said, her tone one of triumph. “Now we can relax and have a good time.”

***

Hours later, the three girls lounged on the living room couch in their pajamas, Vicky in the middle. They were idly debating the merits of watching a movie. Crissy’s mom had bailed immediately after dinner, informing the girls that she would be spending the evening with her sister, and possibly the night.

“Like hell she is,” Crissy had said with a giggle as they watched Triniti’s car back down the driveway. “Mom’s got a new boyfriend she thinks I don’t know about.” She sighed, stretched. “So… what do you guys want to watch?”

“I’m clueless,” said Vicky. “At home, I mostly listen to music.”

“Speaking of which,” said Patty. “That was a really cool playlist you brought over! I was too chickenshit to say so in front of Sarah at Crissy’s party, but it’s almost all stuff I listen to.”

Vicky had to laugh. “Honestly, I couldn’t even tell you what most of it was. I asked Nettie for a playlist of music she listens to that’s more or less recent. I’m just kinda checking it out myself.”

Patty smiled, looking more comfortable than she had all evening. She was a lot cuter that way, Vicky decided. “There was… let’s see.” She began ticking off names on her fingers. “Semblant, Arch Enemy, Avenged Sevenfold, Epica, Amon Amarth—a few others. She gave you what you asked for; it’s all pretty modern heavy music.”

Crissy nodded. “And that’s what you listen to, Patty, when you’re not worried about Sarah or someone like that razzing you about it?”

“Yeah.”

Crissy flicked her eyes to Vicky. “What about you, Vick? If that’s really your cousin’s music, what’s your music? Is it classical? I know you play it on the guitar. Can you show us some?”

With a mental shrug, Vicky picked up her phone from where it lay on an end table, bringing up a YouTube video of a woman playing Bach on a lute.

“So that’s what a lute is,” said Patty.

“Yeah,” Vicky replied. “I’m hoping to get one soon.”

“That’s actually really different… and cool,” said Patty.

“Can’t say I’m in love with this,” Crissy admitted, “but it’s better than that heavy stuff you were playing earlier, not gonna lie!”

Vicky was feeling tremendously empowered by Crissy’s simple acceptance. It was such a rare thing amongst girls their age. “I’m not crazy about your Taylor Swift playlist, either,” she said. “So what? That’s why we take turns.”

“Right on!” Patty enthused.

“We should decide what movie we’re watching,” said Crissy, “or else I’m getting the laptop back out and we’re gonna do more shopping for homecoming dresses!”

“Well, there’s a threat you don’t hear every day,” said Vicky with a snort of laughter.

“Are you even going with anybody yet?” asked Patty.

“No,” Crissy admitted. “Trouble is, my last boyfriend was Mark Bedford, and a lot of people are scared of him. I think dudes are afraid to ask me out because they don’t wanna piss him off.”

Patty opened her mouth, then quickly closed it. That wasn’t lost on Crissy. “Patty, you’ve gotta stop doing that,” she said. “We’re friends here. You can say what you’re thinking.”

Patty’s complexion went bright red. “I was just gonna say I… I never understood what you saw in him. I’m sorry, I—”

“Hush,” said Crissy, putting a hand on Patty’s arm. “He’s a douche; I know that. It’s a flaw I have. I like guys with tattoos, long hair, and bad attitudes. Okay, wrong word. I don’t even really like them. I’m just, y’know—”

“Attracted to them,” Vicky finished for her.

“Yeah, that,” Crissy agreed. “If I see a dude who looks like he’s going to ruin my life, I wanna stick my hand in his Levis. How messed up is that?”

Vicky giggled. “My dad has a t-shirt that says ‘mothers like good boys, but chicks dig bad boys’. Kinda like that, huh?”

Crissy rolled her eyes. “Exactly like that. I don’t get horny for the kind of guys that would be good for me. I hope you two are smarter than I am.”

“Well, I—” Patty seemed unable to continue.

“You went out with a football player!” Chrissy said, laughing. “I’m not sure that’s much better.”

Patty was gazing at her lap again. “Actually—”

Crissy frowned. “Actually what?”

Patty buried her face in her hands. “Oh, God… I totally made that up. Guys, I’m so sorry—you and Sarah were talking about these dudes you’d hooked up with, and I didn’t want to look like a loser. That’s why I said the ‘football player’ was from Alexandria, so it wouldn’t be easy to check. I’ve never had sex with anybody. I’ve never even been on a date.”

“Oh, Patty. It’s okay,” said Crissy.

Patty tilted her gaze towards Vicky. “At least you had the guts to be honest about being a virgin. I’m one, too.”

Vicky tried to suppress the grin that was overtaking her face, failing miserably.

Her expression wasn’t lost on Crissy. “Something’s happened since then!” she crowed. “Hasn’t it?”

Warmth spread across Vicky’s face, and she knew a fairly impressive blush must be creeping up. All the same, she was smiling. “Could be something did,” she said.

“Well, come on now—details!” Crissy insisted.

Vicky’s smile faded a bit. “Maybe the less said the better.”

Crissy looked at her sidelong. “So, no names. Fine. I still want the whole dirty story!”

Vicky shook her head, good humor fading. “It’s not that simple.”

“It was with a girl, wasn’t it?!” Patty blurted, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Vicky said nothing, but knew the truth had to be written all over her face.

Crissy picked up on it, all right. She slung an arm across Vicky’s shoulder, pulling her close. “Good for you if it was,” she said. “Tell you what, I’d probably have a lot less problems if I swung that way.”

Patty was stroking her chin, a pensive look on her face.

“You okay, Pats?” Crissy wanted to know.

Patty sighed heavily. “Oh, just something else I need to apologize for. The stuff Sarah was saying about Vick’s sister Julie, and I joined in on. About her being a dyke. I’m sorry, Vicky. I’ve only met Julie a couple of times, but I really liked her. Everything about her just screams ‘I know exactly who I am, and I’m proud to be her’. She’s beyond cool.”

“So cool,” Crissy agreed. “Her and Mallory both. I still remember them being besties with my aunt Cindy, back when we were little. Nobody follows their arrow like Julie and Mallory. If I’ve ever met two chicks I kinda want to be like, it’s them.”

“Yeah,” said Patty. “I think the thing I hate most about myself is, well, I don’t like myself. Julie’s totally down with who she is. Does that make sense?”

Crissy reached across Vicky’s lap, patting her tall friend’s hand. “What’s not to like?”

Patty laid her head back against the cushion, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t relate to people most of the time,” she said. “I don’t understand the things they do, or what they like. And I’m always saying the wrong thing. I even know why.” Sitting up straight, she glanced from Chrissy to Vicky. “I’ve never told anyone at school this, but I’m autistic.”

Crissy slowly nodded. “I thought you maybe had a touch of the ‘tism. My uncle’s autistic, and that’s his term for it. Touch of the ‘tism. So what? You’re a little awkward socially. I don’t care. Bet Vick doesn’t either.”

Vicky shook her head. “I’d rather deal with that than the crap you get from those manipulative bitches like Sarah Spencer. You know, the ones who are really good at reading social cues, and end up using them against people.”

“Girl,” said Crissy with a shake of her head, “that’s just called high school.”

“But there’s more to you than that, Patty,” Vicky went on. “Way more. Like, everyone at school knows you’re an information gathering machine, and when you get interested in something, you’re like a, a terrier with your teeth in someone’s leg. Remember when we had to write those military history papers, and drew the topics out of a hat? You got the events that led to World War Two, and in a couple of days time you just knew everything there was.”

“And you would not shut up about it!” said Crissy, laughing.

“I still remember some of the details,” Vicky added, giggling. “Like how Hitler couldn’t make it as an artist.”

Patty didn’t crack a smile. “That’s not such a great thing,” she said. “I get obsessed. If I’m even a little interested in something, I want to know everything there is to know about it. And then I just want to share it with the whole world, and forget that nobody cares but me.”

“But it’s still impressive,” said Crissy. “I won’t lie: it gets a little annoying sometimes. But—oh damn it, I’m not sure how to put what I’m thinking into words.” She looked to the ceiling for a moment, then continued. “How about this: even when I’m annoyed at you, I’m a little jealous, too. I’m obsessed with picking a homecoming dress. You’re obsessed with the Beer Hall Putz. Something that actually matters. Some people think that makes you a spaz because it’s not the same stuff everyone else is into, but I think it makes you super-cool.”

“It’s Putsch,” Patty corrected her, “and the World War Two thing was a pretty short obsession. Wanna know what it led to? You’re gonna laugh at this.”

Vicky gave Patty’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “No, I won’t. I’m obsessed with 18th century lute manuscripts. So what did the Beer Hall thingie lead to?”

Patty couldn’t restrain a shy grin. “Battleships. Wanna know what the biggest battleships in history were? The Yamato class, in World War Two. The Japanese built them. Or I could tell you all the workarounds countries came up with in the 1930s to get around Washington Naval Treaty restrictions. Did you know that the US was building two battlecruisers at the time the treaty was signed that ended up being too big to meet the new requirements, so they turned them into aircraft carriers? They were—”

She broke off, mortified. “And there I go again—I just want to start talking about it, thinking that other people will be interested, even though I know they won’t.” She hesitated, then added, “Can you guys do me a favor?”

“You bet,” said Crissy.

“Of course,” Vicky chimed in.

“If I’m being a chatterbox, tell me. With you two I’ll know it’s not coming from a mean place, and I’ll shut up.”

“I think we can manage that,” said Crissy. “Anyway—we still don’t have any details, Vicky! I mean, your first time getting busy? Don’t even try to keep that to yourself!”

“I see what you’re obsessed with,” Vicky remarked, drawing a much-needed round of laughter.

Vicky took a deep breath. “Patty’s right. It was a lesbian thing. And not just with a girl. It was more than one.”

Crissy’s mouth dropped open. “You had group sex for your first time?!”

Suddenly self-conscious, Vicky looked down at her hands, wishing she’d kept her mouth shut.

“That’s so totally hot!” Crissy exclaimed.

Vicky looked up, startled. “You really mean that?”

“Yeah! I love the idea of group sex. I’ve just never done it. So—dish! How many girls are we talking about? Three? Fifty?”

“Four, including me.” Vicky was smiling now.

“Wow,” said Patty. Even that single syllable came out a bit shaky.

“So—” Crissy’s voice became tentative. “You’re gay, then?”

Vicky pursed her lips. “Not completely. I’m attracted to guys, too. And trans people—I’ve kind of got a thing for Josie Barber at school. I don’t really have a type.”

“That’s pansexual,” said Patty.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that,” said Vicky. “According to one of my sister’s friends, it means I have a cookware fetish.” All three girls cracked up.

“I’m gay,” Patty blurted. Her face went bright red. “I think,” she added in a more hesitant tone. “I guess I sometimes think guys are cute. But when I have fantasies—” It seemed impossible, but her blush deepened even more. “Um, never mind,” she mumbled, then fell silent.”

“So… you only think about girls when you touch yourself?” said Vicky.

Patty  broke into a huge grin. “Yeah, that’s what I mean! God, I feel like I can talk to you guys about anything.”

Crissy gave her head a quick shake. “Damn, this is turning into the weirdest sleepover ever. But I guess if you girls can say it, I can too. I mostly think of myself as straight, but I’ve had fantasies about chicks before. It’s different from guys, though. More, ummm—I think abstract is the word I’m looking for. It’s not like I see girls at school and I’m all like, yeah, I wanna jump on that. It’s more something I feel when I’m alone in my bed at night. Does that make any sense at all?”

Vicky thought about that for a moment. “Not to me it doesn’t, but that’s okay. We’re all different.”

“You’re bi-curious, maybe,” said Patty.

“Yeah, maybe that,” Crissy replied. She let out a single laugh. “We were talking about what to watch before. I’m starting to think the answer is porn!” Vicky snorted laughter.

Patty giggled, covering her eyes with one hand. “I watch it, sometimes,” she admitted. “The lesbian stuff, that is. Wanna know what’s funny? It’s not even to watch the sex. I like looking at those naked women, and pretending my body is as pretty as theirs.”

Making a face, Crissy reached across Vicky to slap Patty’s arm. “Knock it off, already. You’re prettier than you think.”

“I’m not. I’m too tall, too skinny, and too clumsy.”

“You have a beautiful face,” Vicky countered. “And great eyes. I love your eyes. There’s nothing wrong with being tall—on you, it’s totally hot. Your only problem is that you walk around like you’re embarrassed about yourself. Just relax and be who you are, and you’ll turn heads.”

A different, intrigued light came into Patty’s eyes. “You really think I’m hot?” Then she blushed again. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean that the way it c-came out.”

At that moment, Vicky realized something unexpected: she did think Patty was hot. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed before because of Patty’s association with jerks like Sarah Spencer. But now that she was able to give it some headspace, there was something about this shy, awkward, gangly girl that was pushing all of her buttons at once.

She gave Patty a sideways look. “Are you sure you didn’t mean it the way it sounded?” she asked. “Because if you didn’t, I think I’m a little disappointed.”

“If I was gay, I’d do you,” Crissy chimed in.

Patty hung her head. “You guys are being so nice to me. I don’t deserve it, not after the way I acted when Sarah was here.”

Twisting sideways, Vicky wrapped both arms around those bony shoulders, pulling Patty into a hug. “I know you’re sorry,” she whispered into the tall, dark-haired girl’s ear. “I know it wasn’t really you saying those things, and I know you said them because you don’t feel good about yourself. Forget about it.” She pulled away, hands on Patty’s shoulders, holding her at arms length.

“Thanks s-so much, guys,” Patty stammered. “You’re the best!” There were tears on her cheeks.

“You just need to know you’re worth something, that’s all,” Vicky told her. “You’re so much better than people like Sarah Spencer. I wish I knew how to convince you of that.”

“Sarah’s better than Sarah,” said Crissy. The other two girls turned their heads in her direction.

“Honest to God, I don’t know what happened to her,” Crissy went on. “She was my best friend for ages, then she turned into a total bitch ever since we joined the cheerleading squad.”

A thought struck Vicky. “You know,” she said, “maybe Sarah’s more insecure than you think. Maybe she cuts other people down to build herself up.”

“Yeah, maybe,” said Crissy. Then she laughed. “You’re amazing, you know that? Sarah treated you like shit, and here you are trying to put yourself in her shoes.”

Vicky shrugged, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “I guess I have a hard time thinking that anyone is really that awful.”

Crissy nodded slowly, folding both hands in her lap. A slow smile crept over her lips. “You’re really not gonna tell us who you hooked up with?”

Vicky smiled back. “Really not.”

“Great,” Crissy murmured. “Now I’m gonna spend hours trying to figure it out.” She began to nibble her lower lip. “Hmmm… three other girls at once—or was it three women?”

“Not telling,” Vicky said. “No hints, either.”

Patty was shaking her head. “I’m just trying to imagine even having the nerve to do a group thing for my first time.”

Vicky waved her hand dismissively. “It wasn’t like I started it or anything. More like I got invited to join in.”

“You know,” said Crissy in a contemplative tone, “even though I mostly like dudes, I’m not sure I’d be able to turn an offer like that down. Just picturing it gets me fired up.”

Vicky had been trying to ignore a steadily increasing sense of arousal, but found it all but impossible, now that her panties were growing damp. She realized there were possibilities for an especially thrilling evening, if she played her cards right.

“Is thinking about my lesbian foursome getting you hot, Crissy?” she asked. She took a teasing tone, but the gaze she fixed upon her friend radiated desire.

Crissy, to her delight, met the gaze head-on. “It kind of is,” she admitted.

“You don’t even want to know what’s happening over here,” Patty confessed.

Vicky turned her attention from Crissy to Patty. “Actually,” she said, deciding to go just a little further out on this limb, “I do want to know.” Hesitantly reaching out, she caressed Patty’s neck. The tall girl shivered, the breath hissing through her teeth. A mortified expression crossed her face, but Vicky eased the tension with a smile.

“That’s what I hoped was happening,” she murmured. She glanced over her shoulder at Crissy. “So what’s going on with you?”

“About the same thing,” said Crissy, her voice unsteady. “I’m not sure what this even is, but it’s doing a number on me.”

Vicky lifted an eyebrow. “What do you want it to be?”

“I—I’m not sure.”

Vicky shifted her attention back to Patty. “What about you?”

“I guess—I mean, I want—I—” Patty floundered helplessly, then fell silent.

Vicky felt a light touch on her arm from behind. “What do you want, Vicky?” Crissy intoned.

“Right now,” Vicky murmured, “I’d really like to kiss Patty.” She gave the dazed walnut-haired beauty a sultry smile. Patty’s visage was a study in contrasts; astonishment, desire and fear all on display.

“Should I kiss you, Patty?” said Vicky, her voice down to a whisper, “or should we figure out what movie to watch?”

Soon to come: Chapter Twenty-Two!

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Down the Rabbit Hole, Chapter 6

  • Posted on July 5, 2026 at 2:06 pm

The Story Thus Far

Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.

Chapter 4: In which smelling becomes tasting, and a visit to the bird sanctuary turns into an afternoon of naughty panty-modeling fun with Sarah, Judy and five-year-old Izzy. Bloody hell, now sister and niece are in on the act!

Chapter 5: In which poor Mr Ruffles suffers more teddy abuse, Sarah and Kerry’s kinky game goes one step further, and Judy pops round for coffee with little Izzy. A shared lollipop leads to more sharing. Appalling!

 

by BlueJean

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Frankie and I didn’t talk much afterward about what happened when Judy and Izzy visited; how we’d teamed up on my five-year-old niece, drawn her into our sordid little sex game. I guess we were each trying to process it in our own way. Or maybe we both knew it was a spell that could easily be broken with a careless word.

Did we regret what happened? Frankie didn’t. She was oblivious to everything but her own impulses. To her, implications and consequences were things that happened to other people. I used to find her laid-back attitude rather endearing until I saw it from another angle. Until I realised it looked very much like someone putting their conscience to one side whenever it suited them.

And me? Well, I suppose I was doing much the same as Frankie, in my own way. To me, these fits of perversion were singular events rather than individual parts of one big, troublesome issue, enacted then discarded like so much baggage, safely filed under ‘Never To Be Repeated’. Until I moved on to the next episode.

No, we didn’t speak of that afternoon, but it was always there, hanging over us. Too big to address, too big to ignore.

When Frankie and I were out shopping and we spied a cute little girl who bore a passing resemblance to Izzy, we’d share a knowing look and a smirk. When we lay on the bed watching Frankie’s more risqué porn, we’d always gravitate towards the videos that most resembled our encounter with Izzy – three sexually deviant ladies, add one adorable little girl, preferably younger than six, sit back; enjoy. Sounds like a fucking cocktail, doesn’t it?

Frankie continued to pay infrequent visits to the dark web, seeking more illicit material for us to watch. To hear her talk about it, you’d think she was a commando infiltrating an enemy base. “Get in, download what you need, then get the hell out,” she’d tell me. “Stick to the places you know, don’t waste time exploring, avoid unnecessary risks.”

It soon became apparent that the good underage porn was few and far between, especially the all-female variant. Most were of abysmal quality, amateurish, or both at once. A lot of the more professional fare was clearly produced solely to turn a profit, and about as erotic as being bludgeoned over the head with a giant dildo. I was alarmed to discover myself becoming quite the connoisseur.

“Click on that one,” I told Frankie one late Friday evening, pointing to the thumbnails on her laptop. The two of us were in bed naked.

“Which?” Frankie asked.

“The, er… it looks like… a woman going down on a little girl?”

“This one?”

“Yeah.” It was another grainy, cheapjack affair, but I knew right away that it was the real deal. “You see the look on her face?”

“The woman or the girl?”

“Both, actually, but I mean the woman. See the way she pulls back every now and then to look at the kid’s pussy? The need in her eyes? That’s pure lust. You can’t fake it.”

“The girl’s into it, too. The way she keeps stroking her mum’s hair and smiling.”

“Yeah. Too many of these videos have kids that’re like lifeless mannequins.”

Frankie made a face. “Eww, don’t say that. It almost makes me feel bad for watching them.”

“Well, we should feel bad, shouldn’t we? We don’t know what kind of life those girls—”

“Stop!”

“What?”

“Don’t start with all that crap. It’s pointless. I just wanna frig myself to this stuff, not fucking analyse it.”

I was a bit taken aback by her outburst. Frankie’s normally so nonchalant about everything, at times disturbingly so. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I told her haughtily. “I’ll just shut up and masturbate, shall I?”

Frankie deflated a little. “Be a nice girl and stick some fingers in me.”

I obliged. “Aww, it’s finished already. Why so short?”

Frankie gave a shrug. “Dunno. I’ll play it again.”

“There has to be better quality stuff out there somewhere,” I mused as I fucked Frankie with my fingers.

She slipped a hand between my legs. “If there is, I doubt it’s on the internet.”

“Why?”

“Because unless you’re doing it for the money, why risk putting kiddy porn where everyone can see it? I’m sure a lot of this stuff just ended up getting leaked. There’s probably better videos out there that get passed around between secret groups and never come close to being on the net.”

“God, we’re idiots,” I said. “We should’ve got our phones out and filmed all that stuff with Judy and Izzy.”

“We were all kind of caught up in the moment, weren’t we?” Frankie pointed out. “But yeah, that would’ve been hot as hell to watch right now.”

We’d filmed ourselves having sex a few times, but trying to stay in the phone’s line of sight was a pain in the arse, and the resulting footage ended up being pretty crappy. We still have a video of a threesome with Judy somewhere, and that turned out a little better because at least there was always someone to hold the phone.

I pulled my fingers from Frankie and licked them clean.

Frankie pouted. “Um, excuse me. I’m not done yet.”

“Are you able to come quietly?” I asked.

She looked at me blankly. “That’s the most bizarre question you’ve ever asked me. I’m not that loud, am I?”

I climbed from the bed, pulling Frankie with me. “Follow me. Just don’t make any noise.”

We padded naked across to Kerry’s room. Not such a big deal, you might think – it was Friday night, and since discovering this new kink, we’d had a few weekend adventures in my daughter’s bedroom while she was away at her dad’s.

Except tonight was a little different. You see, Kerry had decided to stay home with me and Frankie. And right then she was curled up in bed fast asleep.

2

Kerry was a heavy sleeper. I think most kids her age are. They tend to sink into that deep, almost catatonic slumber that only becomes attainable to adults via excessive units of alcohol.

I quietly pushed open her bedroom door, the light from the landing gently illuminating the room. Kerry was belly-down amidst a chaotic nest of quilt and pillows, the duvet kicked away from her body, leaving her mostly uncovered. I put a finger to my lips and ushered Frankie inside.

We tiptoed over to the bed, where I gave Frankie my best I’m going to do something wicked look, then hooked my fingers into the waistband of Kerry’s pyjama bottoms, pulling them down as slowly and carefully as I could.

Kerry stirred briefly, bringing an arm up to slide beneath a pillow. Frankie and I froze like two deer caught in headlights, breathing sighs of relief when Kerry settled down again. I pulled her jammies down even further.

I mean, it wouldn’t exactly have been a catastrophe if Kerry had woken up right then – I could’ve just told her we’d come in to say goodnight, and I doubt she would’ve given it much thought. Okay, she might have briefly wondered why her pyjama bottoms were halfway down, but she’s an eight-year-old girl, not Inspector Sodding Morse. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t have pursued the matter.

So with my daughter’s jammies round her knees and her bare bottom conveniently illuminated by the bar of light from the doorway, I stood next to Frankie and slipped a hand between my legs. Frankie followed my lead, fingers pressed into her sex.

“What do you want to do to her?” I whispered to my girlfriend.

“Huh?”

“Kerry. Tell me what you’d like to do.”

Frankie turned back to Kerry, licking her lips. “I want to touch that lovely bum.”

“What else?”

“I wanna kiss it. I want to spread those cheeks open and stick my tongue in her arsehole and pussy.” Frankie gave me an imploring look. “Can I?”

I shook my head slowly. “We don’t want to wake her up, do we? What I’d really like is to see you come on her arse. Will you do that for me?”

Frankie took another step until she was pressed up against the bed. She thrust her hips out towards Kerry’s bare bottom, then began pumping two fingers inside herself, the other hand working her clit. I could hear how wet she was, but we both knew it was just a prelude.

“Yeah, that’s it, squirt on my little girl,” I purred in Frankie’s ear, knowing my filthy words would bring her off that much quicker. “Think about all the nasty things we did with Izzy, then imagine it’s Kerry. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Fuck, Sarah,” Frankie whimpered. “I like the new you, I really do.”

“Shhh. Don’t you wake my little angel up.”

I stepped back to take in the full depravity of the scene – Frankie hunched over the bed, mauling her cunt while my little girl slept on.

Oh, it was bad. Believe me, I knew that. Ugly and wrong, maybe the worst thing I’d done so far because Kerry was asleep, which made this a blatant violation of trust. But I just couldn’t bring myself to make Frankie stop. I wanted to see what it looked like, my girlfriend squirting her spend over my daughter.

“Come on her, Frankie,” I hissed. “I’m only ever going to let you do this once, so you better make it good.”

Frankie suddenly went steel-rigid, fingers splaying her cunt open while she subjected her clit to a frenzied attack. She gave a low, desperate groan, then sprayed Kerry’s buttocks and part of her lower back with her fluids. She clamped a hand over her mouth, throes of ecstasy racking her hunched form. The last few drops splashed onto Kerry’s bum, Frankie’s arse clenching and unclenching as she rode out her orgasm.

“Oh, you filthy bitch,” I cooed, tracing a finger down the curve of my lover’s spine. “How many mothers would let their girlfriend squirt over their little girl? Aren’t you the lucky one?”

I trailed a finger through the wetness on Kerry’s bottom, then bent down to gently kiss a soft bum cheek before carefully pulling her pyjamas back up.

Kerry opened her eyes and peered at me without any real awareness. “Why’d you wake me, Mummy?” she murmured.

I kissed her on the cheek. “Shhh. Go back to sleep, Peanut.”

3

On Saturday, with Kerry at home for a change, Judy and I decided to take the kids out for a picnic in the forest. There were some lovely enclosures about a half hour drive away, and while they weren’t exactly a secret, few enough people knew about them to ensure relative peace and quiet.

Frankie said she was going to stay at home and catch up on some work.

“Sure you don’t want to come?” I asked her. “There’ll be sausage rolls. And wine.”

“And sex?”

I looked at her blankly. “Huh?”

Kerry was playing outside in the garden. Frankie gestured at her through the kitchen window, then gave me an impish look. “You know… sex.”

Here’s the thing: I thought I could draw very clear lines in the sand. I thought I could be two different people – responsible mother one day, sexual deviant the next, and that somehow one wouldn’t impact the other.

There were no lines, of course. They were a figment of my imagination. It’s just that right then I still needed them.

I rolled my eyes at Frankie, because that’s what you do when you’re convinced you know better than everyone else. Except, in her innocent, child-like way, Frankie was far closer to the truth than I knew. “We’re hardly going to be having sex in a public place, you perv. It’s just a picnic for the kids. Are you coming or not?”

Frankie hooked both hands on her hips and tried to look tough. “Do I look like picnic material to you? I am way too rock ‘n roll for all that twee Famous Five bullshit.”

“Oh. My. God,” I gasped. “You’re a picnic snob!”

“Call it what you want, girlfriend. Frankie don’t do no motherfuckin’ picnic.”

“You’re a picnic snob and you talk about yourself in the third person. I don’t know if I can be your girlfriend anymore.”

Frankie crossed her arms defiantly. “Ain’t doin’ no picnic.”

We went without her. ‘Cause Frankie don’t do no motherfuckin’ picnic.

4

“Slow down, you’ll run out of forest!” I hollered to Kerry and Izzy as they scouted ahead of us.

We’d found ourselves a nice secluded spot to explore and have our picnic. I carried the hamper, while Judy had the obligatory chequered blanket slung over a shoulder. Kerry and Izzy raced down the little paths that snaked through the woods as my sister and I tried our best to keep up.

“We should’ve got them to leave a trail of breadcrumbs,” Judy joked.

“Let’s hope they don’t run into a wicked witch.”

Judy put her arm through mine. “Who needs wicked witches when they have two wicked mothers?”

“Is that what we are? Wicked?”

My sister gave me a sheepish look. “I’m pretty sure engaging in sexual activity with your pre-pubescent children is generally frowned upon.”

“Well, yeah… but it’s fun to be wicked, isn’t it?”

“It won’t be so much fun if it all comes back to bite us on the bum. I’m worried we might be headed for trouble, Sarah.”

I felt my jaw tighten. Now I was beginning to understand how Frankie felt when she had to listen to me tying myself in knots about all the awful things we’d been getting up to. “Well, no one made you touch her, Judy. You can stop any time you like.”

“I’m not sure I can, actually. I like it too much to stop.” Judy lowered her voice, presumably in case any trees were eavesdropping. “I licked Izzy’s pussy again. Read her a bedtime story, then pulled her jammies down and had a quickie. Marco was downstairs listening to Michael Bublé. He likes Michael Bublé.”

I gave her a disgusted look. “What the hell is wrong with him? Michael Bublé’s utter shite. His songs use auto-tune, for Christ’s sake, and I’m not talking about artistic licence here, I mean the bad kind of auto-tune, the I’m-not-quite-hitting-those-notes kind. Frank Sinatra must be rolling in his grave.”

“I know, I know. I keep meaning to talk to him about it. Marco, I mean, not Michael Bublé. It’s not really my place to offer Michael Bublé advice. Are you still messing around with Kerry?”

“We are, but it’s not full-on. There are still lines I’m not sure I want to cross just yet.”

“Such as?”

I scratched my head, suddenly feeling awkward. “I haven’t really touched or licked her. I rubbed my pussy on her face, but I had my panties on.”

Judy gave a snort. “Er, I’m pretty sure that’s full-on, Sarah.”

“I had my knickers on,” I repeated, as if a thin layer of cotton between my pussy and my eight-year-old daughter’s face somehow made it okay. Pathetic, I know.

Judy didn’t let up. “What else have you done with her?”

“Oh, just fed her pussy juice from my fingers a few times. And Frankie squirted on her bum last night when she was asleep. Just small stuff like that.”

An incredulous Judy shook her head at me.

“What?”

“You’re completely in denial, aren’t you?”

“Hardly. I’m just trying to tread carefully. See what we can get away with.”

God, that sounded so bad once it was out of my mouth. And I really wasn’t treading carefully, at all, was I? No, I was stomping around like some sex-crazed giantess, crushing everything in my path. I mean, having sex with Izzy while Judy watched wasn’t exactly ‘small stuff’, was it? Or did I think that somehow it didn’t count because it wasn’t my little girl I was fucking?

“I get so hot when I think about you and Frankie doing stuff to Izzy,” Judy gushed, as if she knew what I was thinking. “Watching that was such a turn-on.”

“We’re going to hell, aren’t we?” I said.

“If it’s a hell where we can make love to little girls for eternity, maybe it’s not such a bad place,” my sister decided with a shrug.

Leaving it at that, we sought out the girls. Kerry and Izzy were standing on a little wooden bridge, throwing sticks into the water below.

“I saw a fish!” Izzy squealed.

Judy leaned against the wooden rail. “I’m sure they appreciate having tree trunks thrown at them.”

“I don’t think we hit any, Aunt Judy,” Kerry assured her.

We explored for an hour or two, managing to get ourselves lost in the process, then found ourselves back at the car. We laid the blanket down in the shade of a huge oak tree, then set about enjoying our picnic.

Kerry and I had made sausage rolls and bacon and brie sandwiches, and Judy had brought some little lemon cakes she claimed to have made herself, although I suspect Mr. Kipling might have had something to say about that. My sister and I sipped low alcohol sparkling wine, while the girls enjoyed some cloudy lemonade.

“Well, this is nice,” I said, swatting an inquisitive bee away.

“Yeah, it is,” Judy agreed. “You enjoying yourselves, girls?”

Izzy and Kerry nodded their approval. Izzy was devouring a sausage roll, and Kerry was trying to imitate me and my sister by daintily sipping her lemonade like it was a fine wine. “We put fennel seeds in the sausage rolls, Aunt Judy,” she informed my sister.

“How decadent!” Judy gasped.

“Where’s the sun gone?” I pondered, noticing some ominous looking clouds gathering overhead. We’d barely tucked into our picnic when the heavens opened up.

“Bloody hell, where did that come from?!” Judy flapped.

“Rain comes from the clouds, Mummy!” Izzy explained.

The four of us scrambled to pack away the food and blankets as fast as we could. By the time we’d thrown it all into the boot of my car and taken refuge inside, we were all soaked through.

“I’m totally drenched!” gasped Kerry from the backseat.

“I’m totally drenched!” squealed Izzy, imitating her older cousin.

Luckily, we’d brought some towels with us, in case the kids wanted to paddle in the streams. I threw them in the back and told Kerry and Izzy to dry themselves off as best they could. Both girls stripped down to their panties and wrapped the towels around themselves.

Judy pointed her phone at them and snapped a photo. “We have two soggy little stowaways in the back!”

Kerry pulled her towel open. “Take another one, Aunt Judy.”

Judy snapped another picture while Izzy copied her cousin and let her towel fall away from her boyish chest. “Take one of me too, Mummy!”

Kerry whispered something to Izzy and the two girls shared a giggle. They gave each other a nod, then pulled their knickers to one side, exposing themselves to us.

“What rude little girls!” I gasped and took another picture.

“How do I do the zoom?” Judy asked me, so I showed her how to ‘do the zoom’. Judy homed in on their pussies to get a couple of close-up shots. She showed me the picture, clearly pleased with herself.

I nodded approvingly. “Send it to Countryfile. They might use it for their calendar.”

“Girls, put a hand between each other’s legs and I’ll take another picture,” Judy said.

“Like this, Izzy,” Kerry told her cousin, and planted a hand on Izzy’s pussy.

Izzy reached across and did the same to Kerry.

“Now smile,” I said.

The girls did their best smiles for the camera. Judy took a few shots, and I snapped a couple of my own.

The sound of a dog barking outside made me and Judy start. I told the girls to quickly cover themselves. Luckily, the car windows were all steamed up, so anyone lurking outside wouldn’t have been able to see much.

I keyed the ignition and put the fan on to clear the glass. There was another car parked a few yards away.

“Let’s go home and get dried off,” Judy said, but there was something significant in the way she said it. It was like looking at the twelve-year-old version of my sister, the tone of her voice, that hungry look she used to give me. And the words weren’t so different from the ones she’d used back then:

Let’s borrow one of Dad’s magazines, Sarah. Let’s go into the bathroom and lock the door. We can do that thing again.

5

Back at my sister’s place, I bundled everyone’s wet clothes into the tumble dryer. Judy let me borrow some lounge pants and a t-shirt, but Kerry persuaded her cousin that the two of them should just hang out in their panties. It soon became obvious why.

“Aunt Judy, will you take some more pictures of us?” my daughter asked as we sat in the lounge.

“You’re such an exhibitionist,” I told her.

Kerry furrowed her brow. “What does that mean?”

“Your mum’s calling you a showoff,” Judy explained.

“Okay, I guess… but will you?”

My sister gave me a shrug. “I don’t see the harm in a few photos. What do you think, Mummy?”

“What if Marco comes back?” I said.

“He plays golf on Saturdays. He’s gone most of the day.”

“In the rain?”

“They have a bar. But we should probably take it upstairs, just in case.”

The girls bounded up the stairs in front of us. We found them in Izzy’s bedroom, sprawled out on her bed. Judy held up her phone. “Strike a pose!”

Kerry put both arms behind her head, then finished off the pose with a sassy little pout. Izzy tried to imitate her cousin, but ended up looking more like a startled goldfish. Judy prowled the foot of the bed, capturing the moment shot by shot.

“Shall we take our knickers off?” an eager Kerry asked as she climbed from the bed, fingers already poised at the waistband.

“Leave them on for the moment,” I told her, distracted by the sound of car tyres on gravel outside.

“What’s up?” Judy asked.

“Is that Marco pulling into your driveway? Shit, I think it is.”

“It’s next door, for heaven’s sake! Will you just relax, Sarah? He’s not going to catch us at it.”

Catch us at it. If we were still within the boundaries of an innocent, albeit risqué, photoshoot with our children, I had a feeling Judy wasn’t planning to keep it that way. Regardless, I tried to put my worries to one side. Mostly because I was feeling horny as fuck.

“Izzy, stand in front of Kerry,” My sister said. Izzy bounced from the bed to follow her instructions. “Now, Kerry, I want you to put your hands over Izzy’s nipples. Yeah, just like that.”

“Cute,” I admitted, and we both snapped off more shots.

I knelt down to get a better angle, fancying myself quite the fashion photographer. “Okay, stay like that, girls. Kerry, I want you to kiss Izzy’s neck.”

Kerry planted a quick peck on her cousin’s nape.

“No, silly – you need to keep your lips there, so we can get it in the picture.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Kerry made another attempt, her lips lingering this time. Izzy giggled as Judy and I took some more pics.

Next, we had the two of them facing one another on all fours upon the bed, lips meeting in an adorable kiss.

Snap.

Then Kerry was sitting on the edge of the bed with Izzy in her lap.

“Pull your knickers up around your waists, girls,” Judy said. “Now spread your legs nice and wide. Ooh, so naughty!”

The thin cotton was moulded around their puffy mounds, two tantalising slits clearly visible.

Snap.

By then, I knew full well where this was going. Judy did, too. There was no stopping it now; no desire to even try. Fashion photographers? No. Child pornographers.

“Kerry?” I heard myself say.

“Yeah?”

“Put your hand between Izzy’s legs. That’s good. Izzy, look up at Kerry and give her a little smile. Perfect. Hold it there…”

Snap snap.

“Slip your fingers into Izzy’s knickers, Kerry,” Judy said. “Just an inch or two.”

Snap snap.

“Now all the way inside. Close your eyes and pretend you’re enjoying it, Izzy.”

“I am enjoying it,” Izzy insisted. “But if Kerry moves her hand around, it would feel nicer.”

“It’s okay to touch Izzy for real, Kerry,” Judy told my daughter. “Make her feel good.”

“I thought we were just doing poses,” Kerry replied with a smirk, then began moving her hand up and down beneath the pink cotton of Izzy’s undies.

Snap snap snap.

Then it was time for the panties to come off.

We had Kerry stand up on the bed while Izzy knelt below her and slowly pulled her cousin’s knickers down.

Two inches. The tease of my eight-year-old’s puffy pubis.

Snap.

Another inch. The beginning of her slit.

Snap snap.

And another. The delicate gossamer petals of her labia.

Snap snap snap.

Then Judy was telling her little girl to kiss Kerry’s mound, and just like that, Izzy’s lips were pressed against her older cousin’s vagina.

Next, we had them reverse positions, telling Kerry to peel down Izzy’s panties with her teeth. It took her a few tries, but she finally managed it. Then we got them to kneel on the bed with their knickers round their knees, cupping each other’s bums while they kissed with tongues, both giggling at the absurdity of it.

Judy and I shared a look. Lust, apprehension, excitement; the merest hint of shame.

“Are we okay?” I asked my sister. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. I think so,” Judy said. “I’m having fun, anyway. We should take more pics. Dirtier ones.”

“Let’s make a movie,” I suggested, switching from photo to video. Judy did the same.

We filmed the girls as they fondled each other for a while, but Judy clearly wanted to spice things up. “Izzy, get on your hands and knees. No, facing away from us, poppet. That’s it. Kerry, will you kiss Izzy’s bum for us? Oh, that’s so sexy. Keep doing that. Wait; move your head to the side a bit, so we can see what you’re doing. Perfect!”

“Stick your tongue out and lick her bum cheek every now and then,” I chipped in.

Kerry pursed her lips into a bit of a pout. “Can’t I pick some things to do?” she asked us.

“Of course you can, sweetie,” Judy told her. “Show us how rude you can be.”

Kerry’s eyes lit up into mischievous beacons. “Okay! Izzy, you lay back on the carpet and spread your legs open.”

Izzy got down on the carpet and slung her legs apart. Kerry squatted over her face, pussy lips prised open.

“My goodness,” Judy near-whispered. “I think I need to get these knickers off.” My sister shucked off her jeans and panties, a hand quickly finding its way between her thighs. “Izzy, be a good girl and give your cousin’s truffle a nice lick. Squat down just a little lower, Kerry.”

Izzy flicked her tongue out and tasted Kerry’s pussy. Kerry drew in a sudden gasp of breath, a delighted grin illuminating her face. “That feels really nice!”

“I know how to lick truffles ‘cause I licked Frankie’s,” Izzy blurted.

A wry exchange passed between Judy and I. Kerry had no idea about the naughty things we’d been getting up to with her cousin, of course. I think I preferred to keep it that way for now.

“Uh, what?” a bemused Kerry snorted. “No, you didn’t! Just lick me some more, Izzy. Then I’ll lick you, okay?”

My pussy was throbbing like crazy. I followed Judy’s lead and slipped out of my lounge pants and knickers, then went to work on my clit while I filmed the children.

“Will you lick mine now, Kerry?” Izzy asked her older cousin.

Kerry looked to my sister for approval. “Can I, Aunt Judy?”

“How about we have you both lick one another at the same time?” Judy suggested, giving me a sly look.

I smiled back, because I knew exactly what she was thinking. “You want to see them do a sixty-nine?”

“Yeah. Don’t you?”

Instead of answering her, I patted the bed. “Lie on your back here, Peanut.”

Kerry straightened to her feet and fell back onto the bed with a laugh.

I folded to my knees next to Izzy, moving my phone down her body until I was focused on the smooth crease nestled between her thighs. I wanted to put my mouth there, explore her with my tongue, but not with Kerry present. I wasn’t ready to do that with my daughter watching, mindful not to foster any kind of jealousy or resentment. “Come and lie on top of Kerry, cutie,” I told my niece softly, running my fingers through her dark hair. “I’ll show you how.”

After a brief explanation and some minor adjustments, Judy and I watched, utterly captivated, as our daughters licked one another. Judy switched back to photos and took a few shots from different angles. Having done that, she quietly put her phone down on the windowsill, leant back against the wall and jammed two fingers into her cunt, aggressively fucking herself.

I slid a hand across Izzy’s bare back, then leaned in to kiss Kerry on the brow. “Spread her bum cheeks open,” I whispered to my daughter. “Yeah, just like that. Taste her. You’re doing such a good job, Peanut. Mummy’s going to film you for a while now.” I moved to the opposite end of our little girls’ entanglement and kissed Izzy on the cheek. I could smell my daughter’s sex, subtle but intoxicating. “Keep licking, Izzy.”

I stepped back and concentrated on filming the obscene spectacle, moving around the girls to get at it from various angles, frequently zooming in to get close-up shots of little tongues gliding over baby-smooth pussies. My free hand pressed into the hot, moist nest of my sex.

Judy was still fingering herself hard and fast, her face set in a decidedly unmotherly snarl. “Fuck,” she hissed, and, “Lick those sweet pussies,” and, “Good girls,” and, “Oh my God, Sarah,” and, “I’m going to come!”

My sister’s knees buckled, and she slid down the wall into a squat. Her fingers popped free of her cunt, a gush of liquid spraying the carpet beneath her. “Urgh!”

Then Izzy was rolling off Kerry. “I’m bored of this game,” she declared haughtily. “And I need a wee.”

“So do I,” Kerry said.

Judy was still slumped against the wall, her eyes glazed over. I took the girls into the bathroom, told them to climb into the bathtub, and then persuaded them to piss on each other while I filmed them and masturbated.

What can I say? I was a lost cause by then.

Judy wouldn’t look me in the eye when we’d all dressed and made our way downstairs. That was okay. It had always been her way of dealing with things. Refuse to acknowledge it. Pretend it didn’t happen. Until the next time. Because there was always a next time with Judy.

6

Frankie was in the lounge painting her toenails when Kerry and I got back home. “How was your picnic?” she asked me.

I did my best to remain impassive. “It was a bit of a washout, to be honest. So we went back to Judy’s place for the afternoon.”

“Oh, sounds boring.”

“Not exactly,” I told her coyly. “Hey, you’re good at editing videos and stuff, right?”

“I’ve been known to tinker. Why do you ask?”

I handed her my phone. “I’ve got some videos and pictures of Izzy and Kerry playing. I transferred all the stuff Judy took onto my phone as well. Think you could do something with it?”

“I’ll have a go, but I’m not exactly Spielberg. Let me run over the footage while I have a pee.”

Frankie sauntered off to the bathroom, thankfully oblivious to the little smirk I was sporting.

Kerry wandered into the lounge, a glass of cola in one hand. “Hey, can I watch you and Frankie have sex again some time?” she asked casually, as if that were a perfectly normal request for an eight-year-old to make of her mother.

“Maybe,” I told her.

“I could film you this time, couldn’t I?”

“Mmm. Maybe.”

Yes. Another little sex education lesson. Something a bit dirtier this time, something a bit more… visceral. And more naughty games at breakfast, too. Maybe I’d have Kerry smell my pussy without my panties on. Or maybe it would be better to start doing that after school instead, when we had more time to enjoy ourselves. Frankie could join us, too. I wondered how Kerry would feel about watching some porn with us.

Tingling from head to toe, I drew Kerry towards me and wrapped myself round her exquisite young body, basking in the fresh and familiar scent she exuded. “You’re such a good girl” I murmured, trailing my fingers through her soft blonde curls. “I’m glad you’re back with us on weekends. We’re gonna have so much fun.”

“Holy fuuuck!” Frankie hollered from up in the bathroom. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s the matter with Frankie?” Kerry asked, frowning up at the ceiling.

I shrugged. “Must have dropped her phone down the toilet again.”

On to Chapter Seven!

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Ripples, Chapter 46

  • Posted on June 30, 2026 at 8:52 pm

A (formerly) brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.

Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.

Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.

In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.

When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.

Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.

Ann recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They were in bed and making love when Ann glanced up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette didn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann was mesmerized — and turned on, in spite of herself.

The next day, Ann was approached by Coralie, who briefly exposed herself, then admitted that she was attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann was shocked, but promised to keep the girl’s secret. Later, Ann brings herself to orgasm remembering that time with Colette – and Coralie.

The next morning, Ann is awakened by her granddaughter Poppy, who she will be looking after that day while Jess takes Alice and Katie to the dentist. After awhile, Ann notices the seven-year-old behaving in a very strange way. First, while reading, she notices that the child is naked beneath her skirt and surreptitiously rubbing her bare slit. Taken aback, she decides to take a bath, which is interrupted by Poppy, who insists on sharing the tub with her grandmother and soaping her breasts.

When Jess returns with the older girls, she has a stern chat with Poppy after Ann mentions having bathed with her. But when Poppy asks for a kiss, Jess can’t resist the chance to go down on her little girl.

Later that night, Jess phones her sister Laura, asking her to keep an eye on Poppy the next day. Laura will be looking after the girls while Jess and Rachel are on a one-night trip to London. The sisters end up having a very stimulating round of phone sex before turning in for the night.

The London trip is a rousing success for Rachel and Jess. During their stay in a posh hotel, they end up having a sex party with Dominique, an Asian friend of Rachel’s who runs a sex shop and loves to demonstrate the toys she sells, and Valentina, a Slovenian immigrant who works as a maid in the hotel. She delivers a bottle of champagne to the room and is subsequently enticed into her first lesbian experience.

Meanwhile, back home, Ann and her daughter Laura are having a frank late night discussion about lesbian sex. They both turn in, and a very aroused Ann is about to fondle herself to orgasm when Laura knocks. She doesn’t feel like being alone, and asks if they can share a bed. Ann agrees, but is surprised when Laura strips naked before getting beneath the blanket, claiming she always sleeps that way.

Ann awakens a few hours later. Laura is sleeping soundly, so Ann takes the opportunity to masturbate. But in spite of her efforts to avoid waking her daughter, she gets a shock when Laura takes over and begins to finger her. Ann is so overwhelmed by arousal and surprise that she allows herself to be seduced. Giving in to impulse, Ann lets Laura go down on her, then returns the favor.

Afterwards, Ann is more confused than ever, but can’t deny how good the sex was. In fact, they are on the verge of making love again when they are interrupted by a certain girl of seven. It’s Poppy, who is thrilled to bits to see her aunt and grandmother naked and in bed together. Quickly removing her nightie, the nude child asks permission to join them.

Now that Poppy has let the cat out of the bag, Laura is forced to confess everything to her mother — all the incestuous activities Jess and Rachel’s families have been indulging in for the last few months. Ann is appalled, yet fascinated, and can’t help but stay and watch as Poppy performs oral on her aunt. Then, before Ann knows it, Poppy is between her legs, licking her to a massive orgasm. Afterwards, Laura hints that Ann should pleasure her granddaughter the same way, but Ann can’t bring herself to go that far.

They settle down, the three of them… and though Ann is buffeted by all kinds of crazy, confused emotions, she somehow manages to fall asleep.

Upon awakening, Ann is confronted by the sight of her naked granddaughter, dozing beside her. Feeling a twinge of guilt for not having returned the pleasure she received from Poppy a few hours earlier, Ann impulsively decides to make love to the seven-year-old. She touches Poppy until the girl awakens, then shyly offers to go down on her. Needless to say, Poppy is all too eager to accept.

So Ann lays her granddaughter down and performs oral sex on the child. Laura wakes just in time to see Poppy come in her gran’s face. But Ann isn’t finished. She intends to make love to Laura again — this time, because she genuinely wants to. Poppy is unable to resist joining in, licking Ann from behind while her grandmother licks Laura.

By then, Ann is willing to admit that she has become part of the incestuous doings in the Matthews household. Poppy’s response is to jump out of bed and race down the hall to awaken the rest of the girls. They enter the guest room to find Ann, Laura and Poppy naked and in bed together.

Soon they all know Ann has made the decision to become part of the family doings… and when Poppy instructs the other girls to undress, a family orgy soon begins. Ann makes love to Katie and Cindy, while Laura has it off with Alice and Bella. 

Later, Jess and Rachel return from their overnight stay in London, and are flabbergasted to learn the wonderful news. Ann takes Jess upstairs, determined to make the first time with her eldest daughter a special one. They fuck, then Laura, Rachel and the girls join in to make it a family orgy. By the time it’s over, Ann has made love to everyone at least once. 

Afterward, Ann has a serious discussion with Jess, Laura and Rachel where she runs an idea past them. She wants to buy a local mansion currently up for sale and invite the entire family to live there with her. Her daughters and Rachel need time to consider Ann’s proposal, but are all inclined to say yes.

Shortly thereafter, Jess receives a phone call from her acquaintance Blanche Turner, inviting her to drop by the next day. Jess isn’t sure what it’s about — a business opportunity, perhaps? — but she accepts. When Jess arrives, she is presented with a proposal that is quite startling, to say the least… but Blanche provides a thrilling demonstration of her good faith, Jess gets caught up in the excitement, and a wonderful time is had by all.

And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…

 

by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

***

Just after leaving Blanche’s mansion, Jess gave Rachel a quick phone call, then messaged her mother that she was headed for home. She arrived as Ann and Laura were preparing lunch and told them, “Blanche had a very interesting proposition that you both need to hear. I’ve invited Rachel and the girls to pop over after dinner, and we’ll discuss the matter. For now, though, I really need to get out of these sodding shoes.”

With that, she quickly left the kitchen, not wanting anyone to detect the aroma of sex that surely clung to her. Upstairs she went, stripping down and taking a brief shower. When she returned in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, lunch was set out and everyone was gathering at the kitchen dining table.

The conversation switched between random topics, settling mostly on the question of going on holiday, but at one point, Ann asked, “So what did Blanche have to say, dear… and how does it involve Rachel?”

Jess had her answer ready. “She had a proposition for me about expanding into another shop in an upscale area where there’s a ready market for my more exclusive range, and I think there might be an opportunity for Rachel’s business as well.”

Jess didn’t want to get drawn into details, not yet, so she quickly changed the subject back to their holiday plans before her mum asked any further questions.

After lunch, Ann suggested taking the family to the supermarket to get something special for the evening meal, but Jess begged off, telling her mum she had to go into work for a while to get some numbers to pass on to Blanche, but suggesting they go shopping without her.

***

As the women were washing up after dinner, Rachel arrived, using her key to enter. Leaving the undone dishes to soak, Jess, Laura and Ann emerged into the family room to join the others.

With four women and five girls caught up in conversation, it was easy to avoid the topic of Jessica’s visit with Blanche, but after a few minutes, Jess told the girls to go play upstairs while the grownups had a cup of tea. Alice wanted to stay behind, but Jess asked her eldest to keep the younger siblings occupied, quietly telling her, “I’ll fill you in later, sweetie.”

There was a thundering of stockinged feet as the girls raced up the staircase, soon followed by the muffled bass beat of dance music. Once the adults were alone, Jess finished setting out the teas and a plate of biscuits.

Rachel spoke up first. “So, Jess, what’s this monumental news you have?”

Frowning, Laura said, “Monumental? You didn’t say anything like that, Jess. What’s going on here?”

Jess took a deep breath. “Rachel’s right. This is big, big news, and we need to discuss it together.”

Their curiosity roused, the three women gazed intently at Jess, waiting for her to explain.

“Blanche did have a proposition for me, but it wasn’t the one I expected – or really, it was more than I expected. She’s going to help me with premises for a new shop in an area where I can focus on my haute couture range… and Rachel, she wants to assist you with your plans to get into catering.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. “Oh, my. That’s excellent news, Jess.” Laura and Ann murmured their approval as well.

“That’s not the big news, believe me. Blanche had a second proposition.” Jess steeled herself, then came out with it. “The fact is…. she knows about us; what we do with the girls.”

Laura reacted first as Rachel and Ann sat dumbfounded. “What? How?”

“Stella.”

Rachel’s eyes blazed with anger. “What the… why the fuck would she do that!?”

Ann found her voice. “Oh, my God. What does this mean? Did she… did she threaten you? Does she intend to, to turn us in?”

“Calm down, all of you. Blanche isn’t going to tell anyone, and we won’t be getting in any trouble.”

“How can you be so sure?” demanded Laura.

Jess smiled. “Because Blanche and Grace are doing exactly the same with their daughters.”

“The Blanche Turner? Lady of the manor?” Rachel gasped. “And her secretary?”

“Hard to imagine, isn’t it? And what’s more, they’re in some larger group they call ‘The Society’, with other women. all having sex with their own daughters… and each other’s. Stella’s part of it, too.” The others stunned into silence, Jess added, “And they want us to join!”

“Join them?” Rachel said incredulously. “Fuck me, it’s like something out of a smutty paperback!”

“Look, I know this is a shock, and you must have a million questions. First, let me give you the full story, and we can decide where to go from there.”

Over the next fifteen minutes, Jess told them every detail she could recall concerning the Society: the thumbnail history of Blanche’s French heritage, the organization’s philanthropic activities, the assistance they provided for women and girls who endeavoured to better themselves, the boosting of women-run businesses in the district… ending on the bombshell revelation of the carnal pleasures the members, adults and children, enjoyed with one another.

As they sat quietly, mulling it over, Jess took a deep breath. “There is one final thing to tell you. After she’d finished describing the Society and what they’re about, Blanche had her two daughters and Grace’s little girl join us. I didn’t even know Grace had children!”

Rachel sensed what Jess was about to say, even as she saw the questioning looks on Ann and Laura’s faces. “By join you, I assume you mean…?”

Jess nodded. “It was a bloody ambush, really. At first I thought the girls were just there to answer questions, or at least confirm what Blanche said, but then the girls stripped off and started kissing and touching one another… to prove they were telling the truth, I’m sure, but it also felt very much like, oh, an act of faith. The upshot is that the lot of us ended up fucking. I was in a bit of a daze at first. I mean, this was Blanche Turner, for God’s sake. It’s obvious they’ve been doing this for some time, too.”

Rachel spoke. “Was it good?”

Ann and Laura looked at her, surprised to see Rachel behaving so casually about her lover spending the morning engaged in group sex with another lesbian family.

“Well, yes, it was. Amazing, actually, but I was in shock and just went with it. I mean, finding out that Stella and the twins have been at it for years was revelation enough, but this… fuck me, it was mind-blowing!”

Ann gave a thoughtful nod. “And they want us to join this Society… all of us?”

“Yes. Oh, I didn’t tell them about you, Mum. For the moment, I’d like to keep that a secret.”

“So what happens now?” asked Laura.

“I suppose we need to discuss whether we accept Blanche’s offer.”

Her younger sister frowned. “And if we refuse?”

“She promised to keep our secret. I mean, Blanche can’t exactly grass us up to the old Bill, can she?”

Rachel spoke up. “She must be damned certain we’ll agree. How should we go about making our decision?”

“Well first, given it all started with Stella, I’d like us to speak to her; get the whole story. I think maybe you, Laura and I will handle that. We’ll keep Mum out of it until we know more. Oh, and Blanche said she’d be happy to pay us a visit and answer any questions we had.”

“What about the girls?” said Ann. “What do we tell them?”

Jess laughed. “I think we all know what their answers would be, but for now, let’s wait until we’ve spoken to Stella. We’ll discuss this with the girls before inviting Blanche over. That’s assuming we do agree in principle to join.”

“It makes sense to be part of this,” Rachel murmured. “I mean, they‘ve been at it for years with no one finding out. As they say, there’s strength in numbers.”

Jess had more or less expected this response from her lover, and now awaited for a reaction from the others. The first procedural meeting of the Family Fuck Club, she told herself.

Laura spoke up. “Aren’t we getting a bit carried away here? We don’t know who else is involved! How certain are we that this won’t get out?”

Raising a hand, Ann said, “Until we know the full story after speaking to Stella and Blanche, there’s no point speculating.” She paused. “For what it’s worth, I’m coming round to the idea.”

The other three women looked at Ann in astonishment.

After a brief silence, Jess said, “Well, I guess that’s it then. I’ll set up a meeting with Stella and we’ll go from there. No final decision until we know more.”

“But in the meantime,” Ann said, “we have a bunch of girls upstairs, and I suspect they’re in a mood to play. As am I.”

With a raised eyebrow, Jess replied, “Who are you, and what have you done with my mother?”

Ann stood. “You three lit the fire,” she said, calmly rinsing her tea cup. She placed it in the washing bowl, then moved towards the kitchen door, already unfastening her blouse. “I’ll get the girls warmed up while you finish here. Come join us, if you’ve a mind to.” With that, she made her exit.

As the three women stared at each other, they heard Ann call out to the girls as she climbed the stairs.

“Girls? Your gran is in need of some loving.”

There was a moment of silence, before a thunder broke on the landing, accompanied by gleeful giggles.

The women burst into laughter with Laura adding, “What have we unleashed on the world?”

“I don’t know,” Rachel replied, “but I’m going to be part of it.” She and Laura quickly rinsed the cups and dumped them into the washing bowl. “Coming with us, lover?”

“I’m still recovering from the orgy at Blanche’s,” Jess answered. “You ladies go ahead. I’m going to phone Stella, then I’ll join your little party.”

As Rachel and Laura mounted the stairs, Jess took out her phone to select a familiar number.

Stella was quick to answer. “Hello, Jess. I was expecting a call from you.”

“Evening, Stella. I went to visit Blanche this morning… but it seems you already knew that.”

“Er, yes, she called me afterward.”

“Indeed. We’d like to come over tomorrow for a little chat.”

“We?”

“Rachel, Laura and I. And I’d prefer you have the twins out of the way. We don’t want any distractions from the business at hand, no matter how attractive.”

“Of course, yes – how about ten-ish at my house?”

“That’s fine, we’ll see you then,” Jessica replied, then cut off the call.

Trying to banish the matter from her mind, at least for the moment, Jess climbed the stairs. She took a detour into the bathroom, where she stripped naked, depositing her clothes in the hamper. Padding down to the doorway of the master bedroom, she surveyed the scene before her with a smile.

Everyone was naked except for Katie, who wore candy-cane striped socks. She was on the chaise, scissoring with Rachel while sharing a lover’s kiss with Cindy, who knelt next to her. Katie’s hand was fiddling about between the younger girl’s thighs.

Bella was on her feet at the foot of the bed, bent over and tongue-fucking Laura from behind. Laura knelt between Ann’s thighs, eagerly going down on her mum. Poppy was perched on her gran’s face, gently swaying from side to side as Ann licked her bare slit. And Alice was leaning back against the headboard, taking in the various sights as she masturbated.

Poppy spotted Jess first. “Hurry up, Mummy!” she chirped. “We’re having a Fuck Club meeting!”

Jessica’s pulse thrummed as she entered, primed and ready to join in. Moving toward the chaise, she got down on her knees to give Rachel a passionate kiss.

If we join The Society, they won’t know what hit them. This lot will come down on those ladies like a bloody tsunami.

***

The next morning, the three women drove to Stella’s home. Jess took Rachel, and Laura used her own car, as she needed to drop by her flat afterward.

Stella was opening the door as they got out of their cars. Upon seeing three quite serious faces advance toward her, a hint of nervousness flickered on her face. “Hello, ladies. Please come in.”

The women responded with simple hellos before entering the lounge, where they seated themselves without another word.

Stella looked from one to the other. “Er, can I get you anything? Coffee, perhaps…?”

Shaking her head. Jess was first to speak. “No, thank you, Stella. We’d like to get straight to the point.”

Stella took a deep breath. “Okay. I expected this. I’ll answer any questions you have.”

It was Laura who jumped straight in. “So, Stella… it would seem that your plan had been to get us involved in whatever this Society is, and without sounding us out first. You gave away our secrets, and put every member of our family at risk. I’d say we’re entitled to a fucking explanation.”

Stella was taken aback by the ferocity of Laura’s accusation, but quickly recovered.

“Ladies, I’m sorry if you feel we’ve put you on the spot, but I assure you our intentions were good. Laura, Rachel… I’m going to assume Jess told you all about how I worked it out – the fact that you were having sex with your girls, yes? And how she admitted it to me that night in the shop when she had it off with my twins?”

“She did, yeah,” Laura acknowledged. “But it doesn’t explain why you then passed that information over to Blanche Turner. Far as I’m concerned, Stella, you violated a trust. Seems bloody irresponsible to me.”

With a shaky laugh, Stella said, “You might’ve missed your true calling, Laura. Good as your photographs are, you’d make one hell of a barrister.” She sighed. “Look, after that night in the shop with Jess, once I knew what you were up to with your daughters – Christ, we had to at least ask you to join us. The Society has spent years adding a member here, a member there… but an entire extended family of incestuous lesbians? We’ve never seen the like! Honestly, ladies, it’s very much in your interests to be part of what we’ve built. Joining the Society was the best move I’ve ever made – as the owner of a business, as a woman, and as a lover of women.”

Letting her words sink in, Stella studied her audience to gauge their reaction, feeling a measure of relief that Jess and Rachel’s faces showed no trace of anger. On the other hand, Laura still seemed sceptical, no doubt the natural reaction of a journalist.

Rachel spoke. “How did you come to have sex with your daughters, Stel?”

Having anticipated this line of questioning, Stella told the women how the twins had come into her bed four years earlier when she was between lovers. Lacey and Sienna were well aware their mum was gay, hated the idea of her being lonely, and decided to take matters into their own hands, so to speak, The twins had been experimenting with one another, copying what they’d seen Stella do with women friends.

“I’m afraid I was a bit casual about keeping my door closed when making love,” she said. “I mean, it isn’t as if they didn’t know I was queer, even if I didn’t flaunt it in public. Still, it never occurred to me that my girls were fucking anyone, much less each other. So I was completely unprepared when Sienna and Lacey came on to me… and, well, I gave in. We three have been lovers ever since.”

Rubbing her chin, Laura asked,. “How did you go from sex with your daughters to joining this club?”

“The Society? Well, a couple of years ago, Blanche invited me to her estate in France. She was interested in visiting several Parisian art dealers to procure pieces for a new home in Barcelona. She suggested I bring the twins along, as they’d never been to Paris. Since they were only twelve, I thought it best to share a room with them. There were two beds, one for me, the other for the girls… but we were careless. The next day, the maid noticed that we’d all shared my bed, and the sheets were rather fragrant from our activities. That’s not the worst of it, though. I’d used a vibrator on the girls the night before, then accidentally left it behind when we packed our bags. The maid found it in the sheets after we left and took it to Blanche. I’m sure it positively reeked of cunt.

“I should mention that despite my warning them to exercise at least a hint of restraint, the twins were constantly flirting with Blanche, especially when I wasn’t around. I’m sure you recall what that was like, Jessica.”

“Vividly,” Jess replied, wearing the hint of a smile. “They weren’t exactly subtle.”

“Too true. By the time I sussed out what my girls were up to, Blanche was flirting right back, even encouraging them.

“One night, after Lacey and Sienna had turned in, she asked me outright if I was sexually involved with my girls. Of course, I denied everything, but Blanche just reached a side table and brought out my vibrator, still smelling of the twins. That, along with what she’d been told by the maid, was enough to convince her… and I ended up admitting to everything.

“I was in an absolute tizzy, but Blanche managed to calm me down, telling me she had no intention of shopping us to the authorities. I asked what she did intend to do, and… well, Blanche kissed me. We fucked there and then on her antique sofa. I didn’t want to leave stains on the fabric, but she said, ‘I’ll have it seen to later.’ When we’d finished, she asked me if Lacey and Sienna would be interested in joining us later on.”

Jess chuckled. “Not hard to imagine how those two responded.”

“No indeed,” Stella said. “The next morning, Blanche and I explained the situation over breakfast, and those little minxes stripped off on the spot! They wanted to fuck right there on Blanche’s handmade dining table, but we managed to get them upstairs and into bed.

“Later, while the girls were showering off, Blanche told me about her own family activities. I was utterly staggered, especially since her own daughters were so young at the time. Did you know Blanche seduced her eldest when she was only eleven? And before the year was out, the other two were involved as well.”

“Um, that’s something like how it worked out for us,” Jess said, blushing slightly. “Except with Alice, it was more a case of her seducing me.”

“My goodness,” Stella said, pretending to fan herself. “I’ve not heard about that yet.” She glanced around at the three women. “One of these days, we’ll have to get together some time with a bottle of good wine and swap incest stories.”

“Um, I don’t mean to be pushy… but what about this society?” demanded Laura. “That’s what this little kaffeeklatch is about, isn’t it?”

“True enough,” Stella replied with a sigh, then resumed her story. “Blanche brought up the subject that night, while the twins watched a movie downstairs. She claimed to be involved with a group of women in this town that shared her lifestyle, women who had taken their daughters as lovers. The twins and I were invited to join, and the rest is history.” She paused, then added, “The Society helped me move into the bigger gallery, you know.”

Glancing at Laura, Stella was relieved to notice that the younger woman’s expression had softened a bit, while the faces of Jess and Rachel seemed to reflect an acceptance of sorts. She continued. “I promise you this: our actions might have been somewhat underhanded, but Blanche and I wouldn’t have bothered if we didn’t hold the three of you in such high regard.”

“Bollocks,” Rachel said, grinning. “You want to add a new batch of sex partners to your fuck club.”

Stella relaxed into a smile. “Guilty as charged. Then again, can you blame me? You’re all beautiful, and as for your girls… they’re exquisite, each and every one of them.

“But remember, the Society is about much more than just sex. We’re not only investing in the women of this town, we’re also providing opportunities for the girls, giving them the tools they need to make their mark in the world. I can’t name the names of those we’ve helped, not unless you join, but you’ll be terribly impressed.” She paused. “And of course, there’s the sex.”

Everyone shared a chuckle, easing the tension in the room. Stella said, “Still, I do apologise if my actions have upset you in any way. Believe me, there’s no easy way to make an offer like this.” She took a deep breath. “Well, I’ve had my say. Have you any more questions?”

Jess, Rachel and Laura looked at each other, seeking tacit acceptance of Stella’s explanation. They  appeared to be satisfied with her answers.

“I suppose not,” Laura finally said.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Stella ventured, spreading her hands apart.

Jess seemed about to reply, but Rachel spoke up first. “Before we speak of forgiveness, there is one thing I’d like to address. While you were setting my lover up for an after-hours fuck with your daughters, and conniving with Blanche to swell the ranks of your sex society, Laura and I have been left to cool our heels in the background. Don’t get me wrong… Jess told me everything straight away. And I’m not jealous or out for revenge. However, it does seem that you owe Laura and me something of a sweetener, something along the lines of what Jess got. Call it a fair price for our understanding.”

Puzzled, Laura gazed at Rachel, trying to figure what she was getting at, then smiled and murmured, “Ah, yes,” when she divined the woman’s meaning. Jess understood right away what her lover had in mind, and Stella had picked up on Rachel’s meaning in a flash.

“Are you saying you’d like to sample what Jess had? You want to have some fun with the twins?”

Before anyone could respond, there was a rush of footsteps down the stairs, then Sienna and Lacey appeared in the doorway, identically dressed in tiny denim skirts and skimpy vest tops.

“We were listening at the top of the stairs,” one of the girls said. It was Lacey, but only Stella knew that for certain.

Stella turned to her guests as their eyes all swivelled to the newcomers.

“Sorry, ladies,” Stella sighed. “I did tell the girls not to interrupt us. I’m afraid they can be impetuous, especially when sex is involved.”

The girl spoke up again. “Hello, Jessica… and hello to you, Rachel and Laura. Mind if we call you that?” Not waiting for a reply, she continued. “Me and Sienna really want to show you what kind of fun you‘ll have if you join the Society.”

Three women turned to Stella, who gave a shrug. “Well, here’s that sweetener you asked for, Rachel. All I can say is… help yourself.” Then she smiled at Laura. “You too, dear.”

Taking the initiative, as they so often did, the twins grasped the bottoms of their vests, lifting them up and off in one deft move, then deftly unfastened their skirts and let them drop. Now nude, Sienna and Lacey stepped out of the discarded garments, then stood with hands on hips, their bare bodies on display for the wide-eyed guests. The whole process of stripping off had taken them just under ten seconds.

Jess felt the familiar tingle of sexual desire that these two vixens always seemed to rouse, then smiled as she observed the reactions of Rachel and Laura. By then, her lover and her sister had enjoyed sex many times with the underage girls of their extended family. Now they were confronted with a ripened pair of lesbian teens. They don’t know what they’re in for, Jess told herself, amused.

Rachel’s cunt was throbbing. Much as she loved to share pleasure with her daughter and Jessica’s girls, she’d often found herself lusting after Stella’s twins, hoping for the chance to have it off with these brazen nymphs who always seemed to radiate sex.

Laura was studying Lacey and Sienna closely, liking what she saw. Their naked forms were nothing like those of the mature women she once favoured, nor were they the developing figures of the girls at home. Well, Alice is growing a nice pair of tits, and Bella is on the way to having the same womanly figure her mum’s got. But the twins had the lithe and perfectly proportioned frames of young women who loved sport and spent their spare time engaged in physical pursuits. Often on their backs, I’m sure, Laura told herself. Christ, they’re hot.

Sienna and Lacey kissed, each cradling the other’s pert bum, then broke apart after a few seconds to move towards their mother, one each side of her armchair, leaning down to meet her in a sizzling three-way kiss before advancing on Jessica at the left end of the sofa. Each girl in turn bent over Jess and kissed her passionately for a few seconds, but pulled back before she could fully respond. Finally, the twins paused to stand in front of Laura and Rachel.

Sharing a quick glance, they moved forward, one girl straddling Rachel’s thighs while the other did the same to Laura. As though it had been choreographed, the twins leaned forward to kiss the dazed visitors.

Their probing tongues took only seconds to elicit a like response, but before Rachel or Laura could deepen the kiss, the girls pulled back and gave almost predatory smiles as their victims tried to gather their thoughts. Again moving in unison, the twins reached out to undo the women’s dresses. Rachel and Laura sat mesmerised before glancing at each other, then at Jess and Stella, whose faces both registered a knowing anticipation.

Lacey and Sienna pushed the material aside and slipped their hands into the women’s bras, briefly rolling stiffening nipples between their fingers before they moved to kneel in front of Rachel and Laura, both of whom were rendered speechless by the brazen behaviour of these naked teenagers.

Stella allowed herself a slight smile. For all my gifts of persuasion, it’s the girls who’ll end up convincing this family to join The Society. I’ll have to think of some lovely way to reward my darlings. Hmmmm… maybe I’ll have them get into the strap-ons and do me in both holes at once. Last time we played that game, I nearly screamed the house down.

She and Jess continued to watch the show, growing increasingly aroused as the girls continued with their seduction. Lacey and Sienna placed their hands on the knees of the two seated women, easing them apart, then pushing their dresses up until two very damp pairs of panties were exposed. Drawing closer, the girls began to undo Rachel’s and Laura’s dresses to reveal bare flesh and lace, all the while smiling at the wide-eyed women.

Sienna unhooked the clasp of Laura’s bra, then moved in to capture a taut nipple between her lips, while Lacey placed her hand on the front of Rachel’s sodden knickers, fondling the woman’s cunt through the gauzy silk. “Oh, God,” Rachel mumbled, swaying slightly.

Tempted to cradle Sienna’s face to her breasts, Laura decided instead to remain somewhat aloof for the moment, still unsure about Stella’s motives… or The Society, for that matter. Then Sienna drew back, running both hands up Laura’s thighs to grasp the waistband of her panties, giving them a playful tug.

Laura could have raised her hips right then, but hesitated, stealing a glance at her older sister.

Jess had to smile. It wasn’t often that she got to see Laura flustered. “There’s no point in exercising restraint, little sister… not with these two,” she murmured. “Best to just swim with the tide.”

“That’s right!” Sienna declared, raising her head. “Me and Lacey, we’re irresistible!”

“It’s ‘Lacey and I,’ dearest,” said Stella, absently cupping her left breast.

Not sure how else to respond, Laura lifted herself up, enabling Sienna to expertly whisk her knickers down and off, then use them to mop the wetness from Laura’s juicing cunt before bringing the sodden material to her face and taking a deep whiff. With a purr of satisfaction, she tossed the panties to her mother.

Just like her daughter, Stella brought the damp fabric to her nose and breathed in the intoxicating, heady scent of cunt, then traced the gusset with her tongue as Laura looked on in disbelief, overwhelmed by this rapid escalation of events. She’d expected to spend their visit interrogating Stella, not getting stripped off and fucked by the woman’s daughters.

By then, Lacey had also divested Rachel of her thong, but instead of copying her twin, she carefully pushed the powder-blue garment into her own vagina, allowing a generous amount of nectar to saturate the flimsy material. After a brief wait, she teased the thong out, then pressed it into Rachel’s face.

Seizing her underwear from Lacey, Rachel covered her nose and mouth with it, then nuzzled the wet fabric, her eyes drifting shut as she savoured the teen’s essence.

“Should we fuck them now, do you think?” Sienna asked her sister, tracing the cleft of Laura’s cunt with a fingertip.

“Oh, absolutely,” Lacey replied, reaching out to tweak, then tug at Rachel’s nipple. “I bet they’re positively gasping for it!”

Slipping their hands under the women’s knees, the twins pulled Rachel’s and Laura’s arses towards the edge of the sofa. Both women slid forward – by then, Laura was helpless to resist the wiles of this teenage vixen.

Well-practiced in the art of slow seduction, the girls lightly stroked the glistening pussies before them, massaging the labia, occasionally teasing the women’s clits.

“Fucking hell,” Rachel whispered, a shudder racing through the woman as Lacey’s finger briefly darted into her cunt, then out again.

Up to that moment, Jess had merely watched the seduction unfold, but arousal was making itself felt, demanding attention. She stepped out of her high heels and, with a quick shift of the hips, yanked up her snug-fitting skirt to expose a quickly dampening pair of knickers. Throwing a leg over the arm of the sofa, she used one hand to pull the gusset aside.

With the left hand, Jessica caressed her clitoris; with the right, she placed two fingers at the vaginal entrance, took a deep breath, then plunged them into her cunt. Resisting the urge to simply piston them in and out, Jess languidly fingered herself, occasionally raising her fingers to her mouth to savour the thick, heady flavour of cunt.

Seated in an armchair to Jessica’s left, Stella was caressing her breasts, the prominent nipples straining against the satiny material of her dress. As she saw Jess respond to the twins’ seductive antics, she pulled the sash on her wrap-over number, allowing the skirt to slide away as her legs parted to reveal her lack of knickers. She copied Jess, hooking one leg over the arm of the chair before plunging a finger into her vagina.

As the twins masturbated Laura and Rachel, they turned to each other and kissed, their tongues flickering like pink flames. Rachel marveled at the sight, though not without a touch of melancholy.. She’d been an only child who had always longed for a sister, and watching Stella’s daughters eagerly snogging one another inevitably reminded Rachel of what she’d missed as a shy, awkward teen grappling with her feelings for other girls. Still, there’s no reason to pity myself these days, she thought.

After a long, leisurely kiss, the twins broke apart, then Lacy gave Sienna a barely perceptible nod. As if operating on an agreed signal, they thrust two fingers into their older partners, working them in and out a couple of times as if testing for any resistance, then entering their cunts up to the last knuckle, curling upwards to massage the vaginal walls. A violent jerk raced through Rachel’s frame, and Lacey cooed in awe at how the woman’s generous breasts bobbed up and down.

Laura moaned long and low when Sienna began to tap a firm, steady rhythm on her G-spot, a surge of warmth pulsing through her that grew more intense with each tap. Letting her head loll back, she stared at the ceiling, then gasped as her younger lover began to work her clit with a fingertip. She felt the touch of Rachel’s hand and quickly gripped it in hers.

Jess abruptly rose to her feet, ready to participate. Padding around the sofa, she reached down to cup Rachel’s breasts while nuzzling her neck and ears. Rachel turned her head round to face her lover, and their mouths met.

Now that Jess was actively involved, Stella thought it high time she joined the festivities as well. She stood, shrugging her dress off her shoulders to stand naked next to Laura. She bent over the side of the sofa until she was face to face with Jessica’s sister, then claimed her mouth in a tender kiss that quickly grew hot and intense.

Sienna turned to her twin, the two girls still fingering Rachel and Laura. “Shall we lick them now?” she said. “I think they’re ready. I know I am!”

“Indeed we should,” Lacey replied. Without another word, she roughly shoved Rachel’s thighs apart, then borrowed between them to fasten her mouth to the woman’s cunt. Sienna followed her twin’s lead, but she preferred to use a more teasing, gradual approach to making a lover come.

Stella always took enormous pleasure in watching her daughters take a sex partner, not least because most of their knowledge of lesbian love play had come from her. And to share a lover with one or both of the twins was even better. She began to fondle Laura’s breasts with a feather-light touch, grazing the pale globes with the tips of her fingers before circling each nipple in turn. As their tongues engaged in a lustful dance, Stella slid one hand behind Laura’s neck to draw her even deeper into the kiss, while the other hand relinquished Laura’s small but beautifully shaped breast and slid between her own thighs.

Dipping into her cunt, Stella twisted her finger round a few times, then brought it up to Laura’s mouth, breaking their kiss just enough to slip it between their lips. Laura immediately began to suck the moistened finger, purring with delight as she savoured the taste of a new lover.

As Laura and Rachel responded to the busy mouths and tongues of the twins, Jess reached out to stroke  Stella’s bare shoulder. Their eyes met, Jess took Stella’s offered hand, and the two women drifted around the sofa to stand behind Lacey and Sienna. Stella moved forward until her bare breasts touched the material of her friend’s dress, resting both hands on Jessica’s hips.

Stella had long hoped for the opportunity to become intimate with her friend, but Jess had never given a hint of interest in sex with another woman, not until she’d hooked up with Rachel. It seemed at the time that Stella had missed her chance, but no longer. Fate had delivered Jess into her arms, and now she found herself feeling a similar desire for her friend’s younger sister Laura. Why not both? she told herself. If not today, then later, once they’re in the Society. A mere glance at Laura’s blissful expression told Stella everything she needed to know. Oh, yes – she’ll be joining us. They all will.

Returning to the moment, she gazed deep into Jessica’s eyes. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” she murmured, then kissed her. Their lips brushed together, then Stella allowed her tongue to dart into her friend’s mouth.

Jess was quick to respond in kind, shifting her hands to Stella’s bare arse. Seizing the initiative, she went further, sliding two fingers into the dripping geyser of Stel’s vagina, curling them as far and deep as they could go, almost lifting the smaller woman off her feet with the force of her penetration .

“Oh, my God,” Stella whimpered, aroused beyond belief by Jess’ display of strength.

Though an assertive person in everyday life, Stella often had submissive tendencies, feeling the need to be taken and fucked by a domineerig lover. Her husband had never been comfortable indulging these fantasies, and she soon found herself discreetly seeking relief elsewhere. One night, she went home with a leather dyke who spent hours ravishing Stella in every hole, reducing her to a quivering and very satisfied wreck. And pleasuring her butch partner afterward proved every bit as satisfying. From that day forward, Stella was a lesbian.

The divorce was amicable. Stella passed on receiving support from her ex, ending up with the art gallery, the family home and the twins. Just over two years later, her daughters Lacey and Sienna would pay an unexpected visit to her bed, intent on making love to their mother. And six months after that, her friend Blanche had come calling with a most intriguing offer…

Since joining the Society, Stella and the girls were blissfully immersed in the sapphic life, but she still felt the occasional need to be topped by a dominant partner, and simply couldn’t bring herself to initiate such a relationship with her own daughters. A few Society women were into rough sex, but the possibility of getting fucked hard and deep by Jess after lusting after her for so long had Stella’s lust soaring.

Cupping Jessica’s face, she drew her friend deeper into their kiss, but after a couple of seconds, Jess broke away and guided Stella back toward the armchair, withdrawing her finger as she shoved her into the seat with the other hand.

Their eyes met, and Stella gasped, “Please, fuck me, Jessica… make me your slut. I – I need you…”

Jess was surprised to see Stella Morrison – of all people! – beg to be taken, but she recovered soon enough, instinctively sensing what her friend wanted. She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the carpet, then tugged the gusset of her panties to one side. Lifting one foot and resting it on the arm of the chair, she took a handful of Stella’s hair and drew the woman’s face to within inches of her vulva, hissing, “Lick me, bitch.”

Needing no further invitation, the blonde buried her mouth in the glistening flesh. She placed one hand on Jess’s bum to pull her closer, then used the other hand to push a finger into her vagina. She worked it in and out a few times before using it to penetrate Jessica’s arse.

The room was filled with whimpers and cries as mouths feasted on dripping cunts. The three Morrison women intensified their efforts on the guests, using the considerable skills at their disposal. Stella had taught her girls well. A crescendo of moans steadily rose in pitch and volume until Jessica, Rachel and Laura went off in a medley of orgasmic peaks. Jess was last to come, pressing Stella’s face into her bush, muttering, “That’s it, you slag… drink from m-my pussy. That’s it, that’s it. Mmmm, yes. Show me what – what a f-fucking whore you are. Ooohhhh… OHHH!”

The twins sat back with satisfied grins, then drifted together to feast on each other’s mouths, sharing the flavours of their respective lovers. Rachel and Laura looked on, taking a moment to recover from their ecstasy before meeting in a kiss of their own.

Jess put her foot back on the floor, then took a moment to stretch . A feeling of immense satisfaction coursed through her as she looked down on Stella’s lipstick-smeared face. The woman’s mouth and chin were dripping with the evidence of her lewd behaviour, her eyes glazed with lust as she pawed her breasts with trembling hands.

With a sweet smile, Jess met Stella’s gaze and quietly said, “Well, we’d better be on our way.”

Glancing at the others, she noted that Rachel and Laura were wide-eyed with surprise, while the twins were clearly disappointed.

Sitting up straight, Stella quickly responded. “Um… can’t you stay a bit longer? Why, you haven’t even seen the bedroom yet.”

“Please stay, Ms, Matthews,” Sienna beseeched, her hands clasped together. “We’ve so much more to show you.”

Lacey nodded. “Lots of things. Like our – our toys!”

Keeping her expression perfectly neutral, Jess shook her head. “I have to get to the shop. We’re doing inventory today, you see, and I promised Caterina I’d be there this afternoon. Also, Laura promised to take the girls to the garden center.” Adjusting the sleeves of her blouse, she added, “Blanche offered to come to my house to answer any further questions we might have, so I’ll be giving her a ring. If we do decide to join your club, you’ll surely be seeing us again.”

As a puzzled Laura and Rachel tidied themselves up, Stella and the twins remained naked, Lacey and Sienna pouting as they perched on either arm of their mother’s chair. Their disappointment only seemed to mount when Jess deftly plucked two pairs of panties from the floor, passing one of each to her sister and her lover, denying Stella and the twins a memento of their visit.

Wrapping her dress around her bare body, Stella escorted them to the door. As they crossed the threshold, she meekly said, “Feel free to drop by any time, ladies. We’d love to see you again.”

Jess responded before Rachel or Laura. “I’m sure we will some time, Stella, no matter what we decide.”

They said their goodbyes and walked down the drive to where the cars were parked. As they moved out of earshot, Jess checked that Stella had closed her door and glanced at the others. “Well, that was interesting.”

Frowning, Laura said, “What the fuck, Jess? Why on earth did we just… leave like that? And what’s this about me taking the girls to the garden center? First I’ve heard of it.”

“We could have spent the whole afternoon shagging those girls,” Rachel grumbled. “And after all they did to get us off! I’m sorry, but that was downright rude, Jess. By the way, didn’t you have your inventory weeks ago? What are you playing at?”

Jess spread her arms in a gesture of supplication. “I’m sorry to have cut the party short, ladies. You can both take it out on me later tonight.”

“Don’t think we won’t,” Laura muttered. “I think Rach and I should put on the king-size cocks and fuck you in both holes at once.”

“Cruel but fair, I suppose,” Jessica replied. “Look, after all the mind games those three ran on us, they deserve a dose of their own medicine. That’s why I cut them off before we could return the favour.” She laughed. “Christ, I’ll bet they’re fucking each other silly right now.

“Anyway, there’ll be plenty of time for you two to enjoy the delights of Sienna and Lacey when we join the Society – and I think I can safely say that’s going to happen, yes?”

After a pause, Rachel nodded. “Well… yes. I won’t say I’m not still a bit nervous about others being in on our family secret, but that cat’s already out of the bag, isn’t it? Frankly, I think we’d be fools not to get in on this. What’s your take, Laura?”

“My concern was that the whole thing was some kind of trap,” Laura said with a shrug, taking out her keys as they approached their parked cars. “Now I’d say it’s on the level. Mum’s already said she wants in, and I’ve no doubt the girls will be thrilled to bits. So I say yes, absolutely – let’s go for it!”

“Excellent,” Jess murmured. “By the way, little sister… I suspect Stella will be especially pleased to have you join.”

Laura gave Jess a puzzled look. “What’s that mean, then?”

“Let’s just say that she was paying very close attention to you while rubbing herself off. By the way, I think our Stella just might have some seriously submissive tendencies. Did you notice her offering to be my slut?”

“I did,” said Rachel. “You really rose to the occasion, too. It’s a side of you I’ve not seen before.”

“All improvised, trust me,” Jess replied with a chuckle.

“Can’t say I’m surprised by Stella being a sub, truth be told,” said Laura. “It’s something a lot of assertive women have in common. Spending so much time in control, you can feel a real need to let yourself be dominated by a strong partner. Once I topped a woman like that; a BBC executive. She wanted to be tied up and fucked… in fact, she brought along her own twelve-inch strappy for me to do the deed.”

“Sounds like you and Stel would get along famously,” Rachel observed. “We’ll have to pair you two up on our next visit. Whenever that is,” she added, giving Jess a pointed look.

“Oh, I don’t intend to leave them high and dry for that long,” Jess said. “In fact, I was thinking we ought to get together with Stella and the twins this weekend. Only this time, we’ll be bringing the girls… and Mum, if she’s up for it.”

“So you think Ann’s ready to make her Society debut…?” Rachel teased.

Jessica winced. “I suppose that joke had to be made at some point, but it’s still painful. Yes, I do think Mum’s ready to break down that closet door – impatient, even. She was utterly confused after her first time, but she’s really come to embrace life as a lesbian.”

“More power to her,” said Laura. “Well, ladies, I’ve got some writing to do, so…” She moved in to give Rachel a brief but heated kiss, then did the same for her sister before climbing into her car. “See you tonight!” she added before firing the ignition.

Jess and Rachel watched Laura disappear around the bend, then got into Jessica’s car. They sat quietly for a moment before turning to each other. Wide-eyed, Rachel exclaimed, “Fuck, Jess. I mean… those girls. They’re pure sex!”

Grinning, Jessica started the car. “That’s what I’ve been telling you, love. When it comes time for your own two-on-one with the twins, you’ll need to bring your best game.”

“You know, I’ve long wondered what it would be like to fuck twins. But you needn’t worry about me, Jess. I’ve a few tricks of my own.” She placed a hand on her lover’s thigh.

“Of that, I’ve no doubt.” Jess leaned in for a long, deep kiss before driving away.

***

Once at the shop, Jessica put aside the morning’s excitement to focus on the day’s business – which, thank goodness, did not involve taking inventory.

After going through the week’s invoices, she phoned her mother, bringing Ann up to date on what Stella had to say, giving her a brief but tantalising taste of what they’d got up to Stella and the twins, then filling her mum in on her tentative plan to bring the entire family to Stella’s home that weekend for more fun and games.

As she’d guessed, Ann loved the idea. “Count me in, by all means. After what I’ve done with the lot of you over the last week, I’m ready for anything.” She laughed. “In fact, Katie and I are snuggling in bed right now… aren’t we, love?”

“Hello, Mum!” Katie exclaimed. “Me and Nonna took turns licking each other’s cunts! It was lovely, too. Did you say we were gonna go see Aunt Stella some time?”

“I did, sweetie. It’s meant to be a surprise, so don’t tell anyone else just yet.”

“Okay, Mum. Come home soon, okay? Everyone wants to play!”

Jess had to laugh. “I’ll do that, dear. Keep the bed warm for me.”

Goodbyes, I-love-yous and long-distance kisses were exchanged, then Jess ended the call, marveling at the path she’d chosen. I can’t say this was anything like what I expected from life, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

***

That night after dinner, Jess remained in the kitchen to phone Blanche, arranging for her to drop by the next evening. That accomplished, she then rang up Stella to propose visiting her home again on Saturday, promising to have the family’s decision about joining the Society by then. Of course, Stella was quick to agree.

As Jess ended the call, she could hear the girls greeting Laura. Good, everyone’s here.

She began to undress, leaving her clothes neatly folded on one of the kitchen chairs. Now naked, she padded toward the door, telling herself, I seem to be acquiring a habit of making nude entrances into family gatherings. How very dramatic. 

Wearing only a smile, she stepped into the family room.

Coming at some undisclosed future time — Chapter Forty-Seven!

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The Evil That Men Do, Chapter 20

  • Posted on June 25, 2026 at 2:30 pm

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by Rachael Yukey

No no never turn your back on a stranger
No no never turn your back on a friend
Evil lies lurking leaving you alone and in danger
Waiting in shadows just to steal your soul away
Angel Witch, 1985

“Melissa Brentshaw speaking.”

Nettie opened her mouth, but no words came. It struck her all at once that the woman she’d just phoned up was a blood relative of Anna’s murderer, and her carefully planned introduction whooshed straight out of her head, leaving Nettie with violent tremors in her hands, accompanied by a sudden wave of nausea. She slumped forward, bent over her desk, staring at the blank first page of the notebook she’d bought earlier that day.

“Hello? Who is this?” The tone was strong, confident. The woman behind this voice was clearly accustomed to people listening when she spoke.

Nettie took a deep, steadying breath. Don’t blow this, damn it. “I’m sorry,” she got out. Her voice was surprisingly steady, and she took courage in that. Lifting her head, she pressed forward. “My name is Antoinette, and I’m an investigations consultant. I was wondering if it would be possible for you to meet with me in person within the next week or two. I have some questions regarding—”

“Is this about my brother Jacob?”

Nettie hesitated, caught off-guard. She’d intended to introduce the subject matter with finesse. Then she gave a mental shrug. “It is,” she said. “I was recently involved in the investigation of a kidnapping in—”

“Minnesota,” the woman on the other end finished for her. The voice was utterly composed, devoid of inflection. Nettie knew at once that she’d never be able to get a read on this person over the phone.

“I saw it in the news,” Melissa Brentshaw went on. “That is the case you’re talking about, isn’t it?”

Once more, Nettie found herself at a loss for words. The woman on the other end of the line had her completely off-balance. With an effort, she found her voice. “Ms. Brentshaw, it’s important that I interview you in person, and at the earliest—”

“I can’t imagine why,” Melissa Brentshaw broke in. “If you’ve done your homework, then surely you know my brother is dead. How could he possibly be involved in anything that’s happening now?”

“Yes, I do know that, thank you,” Nettie was getting mad now, and it did her a world of good. “There have, however, been some indications that there might have been one or more accomplices involved in his earlier activities, and we’re thinking they might be responsible for the incident earlier this month.”

“And what do you suppose I’d know about that? I was a senior in high school when he was arrested.”

“Still, he was your brother—which means you might know more than you think.”

“Okay, look.” At this sharper tone of voice, Nettie allowed herself a smile. Melissa Brentshaw sounded genuinely exasperated, marking the first real break in her composure. “Jacob was sixteen years older than me, okay? He was out of the house before I was even old enough to remember him living there. I barely knew him. One of my older sisters might be able to help you more, if you can even get them to talk to you. Probably you can’t.”

Nettie saw her opening and went for it. “They’ll end up subpoenaed sooner or later, then,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. “So will you, for that matter. But I might be able to spare you that. If we could spend part of an afternoon together—a few hours at most—just the statement you give me might be enough, since you and Mr. Brentshaw weren’t particularly close.”

There was a long silence from the other end of the line. Finally: “What did you say your name was?”

“Antoinette.”

An impatient sigh. “You have a last name?”

Nettie let out a carefully calculated chuckle. “Sorry. Antoinette LaJean.” LaJean was her middle name, which she was nearly certain had not been included in any of the press surrounding her own abduction case.

“All right, Antoinette LaJean.” That indefinable air of command crackled through the phone speaker like a whip. “You can have your interview. But not right away. I’m boarding a plane this afternoon that’s taking me down to Curacao. That’s an island in the Carribean, where I’m going to spend the next two weeks enjoying the triple S. We can meet after I get back.”

Blindsided, Nettie sucked in her breath. “I’m sorry—triple S?” she asked, mostly buying herself a few seconds to think.

“Surf, sun, and sex.” The voice was utterly deadpan. Nettie had to bite the inside of her cheek to avoid spraying nervous, schoolgirl laughter into the phone. For one wild moment she entertained the notion of flying out to the Caribbean to get her interview, then scaled it back to doing it over the phone, before rejecting that notion, too. No, I need to look in this woman’s eyes when I talk to her.

“Can we make an appointment now, Ms. Brentshaw? For when you get back?”

There was a moment’s pause. “Noon on the fourteenth of July,” The tone left no room for negotiation. “That’s a Thursday. Bradford’s Diner in downtown Cedar Rapids. They have private booths there. Your treat. I trust you can make that work?”

“I certainly can. Er, enjoy your vacation, Ms. Brentshaw.”

“I intend to. Goodbye, Ms. LaJean.” The line went dead.

Nettie sagged back in the chair, a hard knot of anger tightening in her belly. Mostly at herself, for not coming up with a better solution. Two whole weeks! She stabbed at her phone. Within minutes she had a conference call established with Bridgett Ramscone and Latisha Miller.

“I blew it,” she muttered, still fuming.

“Blew what?” asked Latisha.

“I booked an interview with Melissa Brentshaw, but she’ll be in the Caribbean for two motherfucking weeks. I can’t meet with her till the fourteenth.”

“I’m sorry, Nettie,” said Bridgett, “but so what? At least you got the meeting.”

“So what?! How long do you think we have until that fucking knob goes after more little—”

“If we’re still assuming there’s a connection with the Brentshaw murders, then at least seven months,” Latisha broke in.

Nettie, just launching into a full-on tirade, was brought up short. “How do you figure?”

“Because that’s the shortest gap between Brentshaw’s past crimes. He always waited for the previous case to go cold before moving on to another victim.”

Nettie shook her head, belatedly realizing that nobody could see. “Maybe, but did he ever have to run before he finished? That might change things a bit.”

“If anything it’d make a perp more cautious,” Bridgett countered. “He’ll wait awhile, make sure the heat is off—or at least on simmer. He came very close to getting caught, so he’ll be more careful for awhile.”

“Listen, Nettie,” said Latisha. “I can already see that your biggest hang-up as an investigator is going to be patience. On most cases, you have to let events play out in their own time. We’re all trying to catch bad guys before they get a chance to act again, but rushing things is the surest way to skip over clues.”

“So I just sit around with my thumb up my ass for two weeks? Seriously?”

“If you were a full-time agent,” said Bridgett, “you’d be working on other cases. But there are things you can do in the meantime. Compile information. Get your notes together. Dot the I’s and cross the T’s. Work out what you’re going to say to Melissa Brentshaw and have it down cold. Where are you meeting her?”

“A downtown cafe in Cedar Rapids.”

“Perfect,” said Latisha. “Not gonna lie; I’d be nervous if she wanted to meet you anywhere private. Still—watch your ass. This grass might have snakes lurking in it.”

“I’ll be careful,” Nettie assured them.

***

Mallory emerged from the bathroom of her father’s old farmhouse, grimacing at her complete inability to start thinking of it as her house. She and Julie had pulled into the farmstead late the previous evening, having spent most of three days in Bronning.

She made her way down the hall and into the kitchen, expecting to find Julie there, but she was nowhere to be seen. Poking her head into the living room, she glanced about—no Julie.

“Babe?” she called out. No reply, and the house was small enough that Julie would have heard it no matter where she might be. Mallory reversed course, ambling through the entryway and onto the front porch. The chill morning breeze tugged on her two-piece pajama set. Felt like rain.

Belatedly, she realized the dimness of the light was due to overcast, not the early hour. She glanced at her watch, then rolled her eyes. It was quarter to nine already. Slugabed Mallory strikes again. Turning her gaze to the sky, she watched the thunder-bumpers rolling in, heard the rumbling in the distance. It would be pissing down rain any time now.

She scanned the yard. The Buick was parked in its usual spot. So where the hell is Julie? She was about to duck back into the house and go for her phone when she spotted light in the dingy window set into the entry door of the machine shed. Raising her eyebrows, she descended the porch steps, picking her way up the dirt trail towards the large metal-sided structure. The soil, liberally interspersed with grass now that nobody was driving farm machinery on it, felt good beneath her bare feet.

As she traversed the hundred yards or so from the house to the shed, a flash of lightning split the sky ahead of her, a grumble of thunder rolling through just moments later. Idly, she wondered how long they were going to be stuck in the shed waiting for the rain to abate. Oh, well.

Maybe we’ll find some way to occupy ourselves, she mused with the hint of a smile. I think that old Star Wars blanket of mine is still in there…

The entry door was set into the wall directly to the left of an enormous garage roll-up that was large enough for a good-sized combine to fit through with the header detached. Mallory pushed the smaller door open, realizing with distaste that she now had to walk barefoot on the gritty, oil-soaked concrete of the garage floor. With a resigned sigh, she stepped inside.

At the other end of the cavernous space, in the back left corner of the shed, was Julie, her head halfway beneath the hood of the old two-cylinder John Deere diesel tractor Mallory’s father had never gotten around to restoring.

At the sound of the closing door, Julie straightened, looked over her shoulder and flashed her world-brightening smile. “Morrning, sweetie,” she called out, beckoning with an enthusiastic come-hither gesture. “Get your buns over here and check it out. This thing is so cool!”

Shaking her head at the notion that anyone might find a greasy old tractor this exciting before at least lunchtime, Mallory took a cautious step forward.

Julie held up a hand. “Whoa, Mal—are you barefoot?”

Pausing in mid-step, Mallory shrugged elaborately. “Didn’t think of it till I’d already walked over here.”

Julie shook her head. “Look to your left,” she said. “I think there’s a pair of old sandals or something.”

Trying and failing to imagine her father in sandals, Mallory looked down at the floor. Sure enough, tossed carelessly into the corner were a pair of worn paisley Crocs. Mallory frowned. Not only would her father have refused to wear such a thing had his life depended on it, they were clearly not his size. The answer was, of course, obvious. Her dad and Agatha Kershaw had become much more chummy than either would have acknowledged in public.

Grinning, Mallory shoved her feet into the things, then made her way across the floor to where Julie was fiddling with something bolted to the engine. Mallory’s smile got bigger as she approached, taking in the view of her lover. Julie managed to make raggedy-ass jeans, a smudged Starbucks tee left over from a briefly-held college job, and a plaid do-rag look sexy as hell.

She was using a line wrench to loosen a metal hose attached to what was most likely the injector pump. Mallory was by no means mechanically inclined, but she’d lived around farm machinery for long enough to have a pretty good idea of what she was looking at. Most of the time.

“Take a look, Mal,” Julie enthused.

“At what, precisely?” Mallory was taking care to stand a few feet to the side, knowing her partner’s tendency to gesticulate when excited. She had no desire to get the dirty old oil caked into Julie’s hands and arms all over her PJs.

“All the important parts are here,” said Julie. “I think. And check this out.” Setting aside the wrench, she put both hands on the large side-mounted flywheel, the protective cover of which she’d removed and leaned against one of the rear tires. Giving the flywheel a heave, she got it to rotate a few inches counter-clockwise. It rocked back when she let go. “Know what that means?”

Mallory folded her arms. “Means the insects have a Ferris wheel?”

“No, dummy!” Julie slapped at her with grubby fingers, but Mallory danced adroitly out of the way. “It means the engine isn’t seized up! It’s tough to turn, but that’s good; means we’re getting compression.”

“Sounds great—or it would if I had a crop to bring in. Julie, what are you trying to accomplish here?”

“I bet I can get it running, Mal! I can’t get the pony engine to turn over, but once I get the gunk out of these fuel lines and some fresh diesel in the tank, the big engine might pull-start.”

Mallory found herself wishing for somewhere she could sit that wouldn’t stain her pajamas. “You’re so adorable. You know I have no idea what a pony engine is.”

Julie rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “It’s a little engine that starts a big engine. The model R was John Deere’s first diesel tractor, and they were still figuring out the best ways to get the things fired up. Instead of an electric starter, there’s a little gasoline engine called a pony engine. That has an electric starter. You fire up the pony engine, let it run for a minute or two, then there’s a clutch that engages the big engine. As soon as the diesel is running, you kill the pony engine.”

“Jesus, I’m sorry I asked.”

Julie didn’t break stride. “Anyway, the pony engine isn’t working—I’m pretty sure the starter is shot. But even without that, I’ll bet we could get my dad’s pickup out here and pull-start this bitch.”

“What for?”

Julie looked nonplussed. “Well—why not? You hung onto this thing Mal, when you sold all the other stuff. Wouldn’t it be cool to see it running?”

Mallory realized she was being bitchy because she was still half-asleep. No coffee in the morning was going to take some getting used to. She smiled at her partner. “It would be cool. Will be. Sorry. I’m not awake yet.”

Julie’s lips twisted into a sideways grin. “Goes without sayin’, pumpkin.” Taking up the wrench again, she returned to the half-loosened fuel line fitting.

Mallory’s brow furrowed. “How do you know so much about this thing, anyway?”

“I came out and took a look at it last week—kinda got interested. Then I started reading up online about two-cylinder Johnny tractors, and the early diesels in particular. I got to thinking while we were up in Bronning that it’d be a fun project to at least get the engine running.”

Mallory chuckled. “You know you’re a crazy lady, right?”

A loud crack of thunder outside was followed at once by what started as a light pattering of rain on the metal roof, but rapidly escalated into a deluge.

“Sounds like we’re stuck here for a bit,” Julie murmured, not looking up from her work. “Might as well sit down, Mal.”

Glancing around in vain for her old blanket, Mallory spread her hands. “On what? Everything is gross out here, and these are new PJs.”

Julie jerked her thumb towards a desk tucked into the opposite corner of the back wall. It squatted next to an empty bookshelf that once held service manuals for the various bits of farm machinery Dan Kalvornek had owned. An office chair was tucked in under the desk. “That chair doesn’t look too grubby,” said Julie.

Mallory wandered over, pulled the chair out, and gave it a once-over. It had clearly seen better days, but there weren’t any obvious grease or oil stains. Mallory’s father had usually washed his hands before coming over to look something up.

Grabbing the chair by the back, Mallory rolled it across the shop to where Julie, now wielding a ratchet, was loosening the mounting bolts for what was probably the injector pump. Mallory plopped her butt into the chair, leaning back and stretching with a yawn.

“Christ, I want coffee.”

Tossing a glance over her shoulder, Julie rolled her eyes. “The doc did say you can have a little bit.”

Mallory shook her head vehemently. “Not gonna go there.”

Julie turned back to her work. “Other than jonesing for caffeine, how’re you feeling?”

“Not bad. Just that the ‘off’ feeling I’ve had since just a few days after I hooked up with Terry seems more pronounced. But maybe that’s all in my head, because I know what it is now. Other than that—” she shrugged. “No morning sickness so far, but it’s a bit early for that, anyway. I still seem to have all my energy.”

“Such as it is.”

“Fuck you.” They both laughed.

Putting her ratchet down, Julie turned around, parking her butt on the tractor’s front tire. She met her partner’s eyes. “How are you with it for real?”

Mallory pursed her lips, gazed up at the ceiling, then looked back to Julie. “Scared. Excited. About a thousand different things all at once. What you’d expect, I guess. I’m okay, hon. What about you?”

Julie cracked a grin. “Now that you know what you want to do, I can tell the world. I’m so fucking excited I could explode. But then, I’m not the one who has to carry and deliver this critter.” Her smile faded. “Wish I knew what we were going to do about the baby daddy situation, though.”

Mallory grimaced. “You and me both. It’d almost be easier if Terry was being a dick about it.”

“I hear that. But he’s not. I like the guy. He’s a lot to take at times, but I do think he’s a good man.”

“Pity we can’t talk him into moving to Colorado,” said Mallory with a grin.

Julie shrugged a single shoulder. “It’d be just as easy for us to move back here.”

Mallory blinked. “I was joking.”

“Don’t tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind.”

Mallory sat back, a little dazed. Stuff that had been swirling around her head for weeks was coming into focus. “I guess it has, even before I found out I was knocked up. But Julie—our lives are in Boulder. Our work is in Boulder.”

Julie was gazing across the shop, her eyes unfocused. “Is it, though? I mostly run my team from home anyway; most of them don’t even live in Boulder. We only do in-person meetings every month or two, so long as everything’s going smoothly. I could carry on without breaking stride. You’d obviously have to switch jobs, but it’s not like you’d have trouble landing a teaching gig pretty much anywhere. And one thing I’ve realized over the last few weeks is that most of our real friends are still right the fuck here.”

“You sound like you actually want to move back.”

Julie looked back to Mallory, her lips pursed. “I honestly don’t know. There are big pros and cons to both. I’m nowhere near ready to say fuck it and jump. But it’s been on my mind a bit, and I’m pretty damn sure it’s been on yours, too.”

“I guess it has.”

“I know. And adding the baby might even tip the scales. Completely aside from solving the Terry problem, raising the kid here means we have a lot of family around.”

Mallory chuckled. “I thought it was Feminism 101 that having a baby shouldn’t change your whole life.”

Seeing the glint in her partner’s eye, Julie laughed with her. “Biggest fallacy of the modern world, if you ask me. Having a baby changes everything, for men and women both. Speaking of which, when do we start spreading the glad tidings?”

“Nettie already knows—”

“Yeah, but I don’t think anyone’s going to hear it from her.”

Mallory shrugged. “If you want to tell your folks, we can do that.”

Julie nodded. “I think we should. What about your side?”

“I think I’ll tell Grandma before I talk to Mom. I need to have a conversation with her anyway—about Mom.”

“I was wondering when you were going to get around to that.”

“Can’t say I’m looking forward to it,” Mallory replied with a sigh. Then she looked at her partner sidelong. “So that’s the real reason you’re out here working on this pile of scrap at the butt-crack of dawn.”

Julie snorted laughter, casting her eyes to the floor. “You’re right. When I have things I need to think through, I like to work with my hands. I guess you know me pretty well.” She looked back up at Mallory, a smile on her lips. “And since when is nine in the morning the butt-crack of dawn? Lazy-ass.”

Mallory peered at her watch. “Closer to nine-thirty now. Did you eat anything before you came out here?”

“Naw, I was waiting for you.”

Mallory shook her head. “Sounds like it’s stopped raining, at least for the moment. I’m gonna go throw some breakfast together. Coming?”

Julie jerked her thumb toward the washbasin. “I’ll be right behind you. Gotta wash the crud off my hands first.”

Mallory rose, then leaned in for a kiss, taking care to avoid touching any part of Julie’s grease-smeared person but the lips. “I love you, Julie.”

“Love you.” Julie made as if to place a greasy hand on her lover’s chest, and Mallory fled, shrieking with laughter.

***

“Absolutely not. If you’re doing this, you’re doing it alone.” The woman’s eyes were stony, her jaw set.

The thin bald man paused in his tracks. He’d been pacing back and forth on the rundown carpet for the past fifteen minutes. “I thought you said I could count on you,” he said, looking down at her reproachfully.

“You can,” she said, “so long as I get my piece of it at the end. But not this soon. In case you missed it, you almost got caught. Try anything right now, half the damn detectives in the country will be trying to track us down.”

“I didn’t get there,” his tone was mournful, and he resumed his frenzied pacing. “I had them. So close, and it didn’t happen, Do you have any idea fucking long it’s been?”

“It’ll be longer if we end up in prison.”

The creature flung himself into a chair. The woman on the couch stifled a sigh of relief. “We’ll get there. We have to give it some time, is all. And next time, we use the van. At least it has tires that aren’t likely to blow any goddamn second.”

“It wasn’t just the tire.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Huh?”

“They were onto us. Dude at the shop told me the cops were on their way. We need to figure out how they got on our trail.”

The woman on the couch nodded slowly. “They’re usually not that smart. We have to plan more careful, for sure. And we need to wait. At least a few months, okay?”

“Fine.” He was trying for an air of belligerence, but it came out sounding like the ranting of a petulant child.

***

“Hey, Vicky! Wait up!”

Victoria Hanson came up short, twisting around to face the person calling her from halfway down the block. The bag of cleaning supplies she’d picked up for her mom at the Dollar General on the edge of town swung from her right hand.

Chrissy Moen quickened her stride to a light jog, coming up alongside Vicky and throwing an arm across her shoulder. “Hey, girl, how’s things?” said the willowy girl with the curly blonde hair.

Vicky returned the embrace, wrapping her free arm around Crissy’s waist. She reflected momentarily on how ravishing her friend was in retro stone-washed bells and a tasseled white blouse. Realizing she was lingering over the scent of Crissy’s perfume, she dropped her arm, hoping she hadn’t been too obvious.

Crissy seemed to hold no such inhibitions. Arm still draped around Vicky’s shoulders, she began walking again, propelling them both forward. “Heading for home?” she wanted to know.

Vicky gave her friend a wry smile, a thin cover for the strong visceral reaction she had to the nearness of Crissy’s body. She hadn’t realized until right this second how desirable her friend was. Deciding two could play at this game, she enfolded Crissy’s waist once more with the arm that wasn’t holding the shopping bag. The two ambled down the street in this fashion, arms around each other.

“Yeah, I’m on a mission for Mom,” she heard her voice say. “The new puppy is peeing everywhere. Thank God we don’t have carpets.”

“Ick,” was Crissy’s only reply.

“You can say that again.”

“Ick,” Crissy repeated, with feeling. Both girls laughed.

“So anyway,” Crissy went on. “Wanna hang tonight? Come for dinner, maybe sleep over?”

Vicky’s eyebrows arched at this out-of-the-blue invitation. Her first inclination was to say yes, but then the painful and humiliating conversation she’d overheard at Crissy’s birthday sleepover flashed through her mind. She wasn’t sure she could stand another night in the company of Sarah Spencer and Patricia Spisak. “Ummm—maybe. Who’s gonna be there?”

Crissy shot her a rueful look. “Not Sarah, if that’s what you’re thinking. I told her she can talk to me again when she figures out how to not be a bitch.”

“Whoa!” Ducking out from under Crissy’s arm, Vicky stopped in mid-step, turning to stare at her friend. “No kidding?”

“No kidding. It’s been coming for awhile. Her being a massive jerk at my birthday party was just the last straw.”

Vicky realized her mouth was hanging open, and closed it with a snap. Crissy and Sarah had been besties since the second grade.

“Anyway,” Crissy went on, “I might invite Patty, but not if you don’t want me to.”

It took Vicky a moment to find her voice. “Why do I get to pick?”

Crissy shrugged, looking faintly embarrassed. “Because I want to hang out with you. You’re one of the coolest people I know. You just do you, and you don’t seem to give a shit if people don’t like it. You just have—I don’t know. A strength, I guess. I don’t know how you do it.”

Crissy was blushing now, but Vicky felt even more embarrassed. She was enormously flattered, but wondered if Crissy would still be praising her strength if she’d seen her weeping over Sarah’s bitchiness at Jamie Nelson’s house. She decided she had to be honest.

“I’m not always that strong. Sometimes I do care, a lot. When Sarah was talking shit—”

“It hurt? I’ll bet it did. But you—you can take the hurt, it seems like. You don’t let it change you.” Crissy took Vicky’s arm, turning her in the direction they’d been headed and starting to move forward again. “Anyway, I know Patty was part of that thing with Sarah, but she came and talked to me about it later, and she felt terrible about it. I mean, she was actually crying. I think she’s too ashamed to come talk to you. You gotta understand…”

Crissy took a deep breath, mulling over her words. “Patty’s not like you. She’s not that strong. She’s really insecure, so she just goes along with whatever so people will like her. It’s like—she wanted to tell Sarah to get fucked, but she couldn’t do it on her own. You know?”

They were only a block away from Vicky’s house now. They could see Vicky’s mother crossing the street with leash in hand, a black chihuahua puppy yipping at her heels.

“Perfect timing!” Crissy proclaimed. “Let’s ask your mom if you can stay over tonight. If you want to, I mean.”

“I want to.” The words were out of Vicky’s mouth before she even realized she was speaking.

“Sweet!” Crissy waved an arm above her head. “Hey, Ms. Mayor!”

Lisa Hanson stopped at the front walk of her home, bending over to lift the puppy from the ground, snuggling it to her breast. The other hand she placed on a hip, standing with feet apart and looking saucy.

“Christina Moen,” she declared in haughty tones as the two girls came near. “Enough of that ‘Ms. Mayor’ crap already. I don’t even get that much respect at council meetings, and besides, I’ve known your mom since kindergarten.”

Lisa Hanson was still an attractive woman in her late thirties. The lines around her eyes and mouth were good lines, those of a face given to much smiling. As she was doing right now..

Crissy was smiling, too. “I guess you won’t be mayor anymore once you’re in the legislature, huh?”

Lisa snorted, idly stroking the puppy’s head. “As if I have a prayer. I’m on the wrong side of the political fence for this district. I wouldn’t bother running at all if my opponent hadn’t been caught—ummm—”

“With his boy parts inside of his wife’s sister?” Vicky finished for her.

Lisa gave a rueful smile. “Yes, that. And honestly—he’s still probably gonna win.”

Crissy cleared her throat. “So, Ms. May—” Lisa threw her a warning glare. “Fine, Lisa. Can Ms. Mayor Junior come to my place for dinner, then spend the night?” Vicky gave her a playful thwack on the shoulder.

Lisa made a face. “Hmmm, now, let me see…”

“That’s a yes,” Vicky said, before her mother could drag this routine out any further.

Lisa was now pulling on her bottom lip. “No boys, drugs, or alcohol, right?” she inquired in a teasing tone.

Crissy waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “You specified boys. Does that mean you’re okay with men?” Vicky tried to hold it in but couldn’t. She exploded into laughter.

Lisa chuckled. “Well, so long as there are no boys.” Now all three were laughing.

Crissy got herself under control, then turned to Vicky. “Show up around four?”

Vicky ran through a fast mental checklist. “Four works.”

Crissy cocked her head. “Should I call Patty…?”

Vicky nodded. “Yeah. That’d be cool.”

“Awesome! See ya at four!” Crissy threw an arm around Vicky and pulled her close, then turned around and strode off before Vicky had a chance to return the hug.

“Well,” said Lisa, “That sounds like fun.”

“Yeah,” said Vicky, suddenly feeling a bit breathless. “Here’s the stuff you asked for, Mom. I have to go practice now if I’m gonna be out all night.” Giving the pup a quick scratch behind the ears, she handed the plastic shopping bag to her mother and made her way up the steps and into the house.

She didn’t feel like practicing right then. Not with the warmth, the smile and the scent of Crissy lingering in her mind. No, she was in a mood to touch herself, to get lost in a sexy fantasy involving her friend.

I probably should, she told herself. A quick one, at least. Otherwise, it’s gonna be hard to relax when I’m at Chrissy’s.

Entering her room, she locked the door, then unfastened her jeans and took them off. She stretched out on the bed, slipping a hand into her panties.

On to Chapter Twenty-One!

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Down the Rabbit Hole, Chapter 5

  • Posted on June 18, 2026 at 1:11 pm

The Story Thus Far

Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.

Chapter 4: In which smelling becomes tasting, and a visit to the bird sanctuary turns into an afternoon of naughty panty-modeling fun with Sarah, Judy and five-year-old Izzy. Bloody hell, now sister and niece are in on the act!

 

by BlueJean

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I’d gotten this silly idea that every time Kerry returned from visiting her dad, it was a chance for a course correction. No more kiddy porn, no more sniffing panties, no more pussy-smelling games at the breakfast table. And no more eating my five-year-old niece out, either, ‘cause that was just not on. Stupid. Stupid.

No more. Enough. It was fun while it lasted, but now it was time to stop behaving like an idiot and get back to being a normal mother again.

All well and good, except when I woke up Sunday morning I was horny as fuck.

Frankie was no use – she’d gotten back late from her parents the night before and was now snoring away beside me.

I dragged myself out of bed and padded down to the kitchen to make some coffee. My phone was lying on the worktop. I checked it for new messages, found none, then clicked on my photos. Blurry-eyed, I peered at the picture I’d taken the day before, the one of Izzy with her knickers round her knees. That made my pussy throb even more.

Kerry would be back later, and then we’d finally put all this nonsense behind us. But I reasoned that until then, anything I did was fair game, the same way an alcoholic will down the last few bottles of booze in the house before they convince themselves they’re going teetotal.

So I took my phone upstairs to Kerry’s room and stretched out on her bed, ogling Izzy’s picture while I masturbated. Except that wasn’t good enough, was it? No.

“Wanna help me, Mr. Ruffles?” I asked my daughter’s beloved teddy bear, propped up in his usual spot on her pillow. “I mean, it’s not as if you don’t know what to do.”

Kerry had admitted to having a little rub with the soft toy on occasion, and we’d seen it with our own eyes, the night she came to our bedroom to watch Frankie and me get it on.

I gave teddy a sniff. He did smell a little fruity, I had to admit, well due a visit to the washing machine. I pushed my knickers down my legs and away, then introduced Mr. Ruffles to my cunt. I worked him back and forth, the feeling of his fur scrubbing against my clit absolutely sublime.

And all the while I stared at Izzy’s picture, her undies stretched round her knees, remembering how I’d taken that puffy little mound between my lips; how fresh she’d tasted.

I stuffed Mr. Ruffles’ snout between my pussy lips and dragged him up and down, his glassy eyes regarding me somberly; accusingly.

“What?” I demanded. “Don’t fucking judge me, bear. I’m having an early midlife crisis, okay? Just do your job and make me come. Ugh! Come on, you furry little fucker!”

I’m afraid I made a mess on poor Mr. Ruffles. I should’ve popped him into the washing machine, I know. Instead, I put him back on Kerry’s pillow.

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Kerry came back home later that afternoon, and the rest of our Sunday passed without incident. I thought about showing Frankie the picture of Izzy, but decided against it. I’d have to explain everything leading up to and after that photo, and I knew it would only encourage Frankie to take this madness even further, when I had every intention of knocking it on the head. It would just complicate things. I thought it would be best to delete it altogether, but managed to convince myself it was worth keeping for posterity’s sake.

And thus, I began down the rabbit hole once again.

The real test would be Monday morning at the breakfast table. I’m ashamed to say I failed miserably.

Kerry had come down a little earlier than usual. I’d only just crawled out of bed myself, and was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes when Kerry steered us towards the inevitable.

“Mummy?”

“Hmm?”

“Shall we play the game?”

“No, Kerry. Eat your breakfast.”

“Oh, please!” she beseeched.

“No. We can’t keep doing this in the mornings, it’s not a good way to start the day.”

“But I got up early for it!”

I ignored her; continued to apply lipstick in the little mirror I kept in my trouser pocket. Disorganised mums do their makeup on the move. That’s just the way it is.

“Mummy, look.”

I turned to find Kerry with her chair pushed back from the table, a foot drawn up onto the edge. She’d hiked her green gingham dress up, then pulled her knickers to one side.

“Oh, charming,” I told her, regarding her smooth slit with as much nonchalance as I could muster.

“Let’s play the game a different way this time,” she said. “I’ll let you taste me instead, okay?”

All right. Let’s say, next week we’ll put a stop to all this. Definitely next week.

I pocketed my lipstick, then found myself wandering over to her. “Okay, but just this once, Kerry. We are not making a habit of this.”

That’s exactly what you’re doing, idiot.

Kerry pushed a finger through her slit, drawing it back and forth, then offered it to me with an exceptionally pleased expression, like a cat bringing its owner a mouse.

I rolled my eyes, then leaned down to take a sniff. A subtle hint of pre-pubescent sex found my nose.

“Go on, then – taste it,” Kerry reminded me, so I took her finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.

Kerry giggled in delight, then repeated the whole process, dipping a finger into her pussy; bringing it up to my mouth to sample, just as I’d done with her the week before.

With the faintly salty-sour tang of Kerry’s pussy in my mouth, I could feel my panties clinging to my cunt, hot and moist. This was surely as close to going down on my little girl as I would ever get.

“Okay, Mummy,” Kerry said, all business-like. “Let’s do it the normal way now. Put your hand down your panties.”

Too late, I realised she’d tricked me into getting what she really wanted – a taste of Mummy.

How on earth had I allowed this ridiculous little game to keep escalating? The truth is, I think it tapped into memories of me and my sister, how we’d experimented with each other as kids. No masturbatory fantasy was ever quite as potent to me as the thought of a twelve-year-old Judy squatting over me with her pussy stretched open, fingers dipping into her sex, then into my mouth. Quite the revelation for a burgeoning ten-year-old girl. And now I was acting out that childhood fantasy with my own daughter.

“I’ve got a better idea, bossy boots,” I told her, unbuttoning my trousers and stepping out of them. Time to show the little imp who was calling the shots here. I pulled a chair next to Kerry’s and brought a foot up onto it, bringing my crotch to within inches of her face. “Why don’t you smell Mummy’s panties instead?”

Kerry’s cheeky little smile was usurped by a look of sheer surprise. “While you’re still wearing them?”

I gave her a slow nod, flashing my eyes. “I’ll even brush your hair while you’re doing it.”

Picking up the soft hairbrush from the table, I began running it through Kerry’s blonde curls, drawing her face towards my crotch at the same time. “What a tangled mess,” I told her as I gently rubbed myself against her button nose, just enough to stimulate my clit. “It’s getting a little unruly. We know what that means, don’t we?”

“Mmm.”

“Time for a trip down the hairdresser.”

“Mmm.”

“Mine’s about ready for a cut, too. I’ll book us, uh, both an appointment.”

“Mmm.”

“God, that feels so good. How’re those panties, Peanut? You like how they smell?”

Kerry nodded. “They’re quite wet, too.”

“Good. Let’s finish up here and then we can make a move to school.”

I worked the last few tangles out of Kerry’s hair while I rocked my hips back and forth, quickly bringing myself to a sublime orgasm. “Oh, Kerry. That’s so nice. Mummy’s just going to rub on you a little harder a moment, and then… Oh fuck, that’s fantastic. Good girl.”

As I caught my breath, Kerry screwed up her face and sneezed into my damp knickers.

“Bless you,” I said, patting her on the head.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, and the two of us shared a giggle.

3

The next couple of days seemed to return to some semblance of normality. Mostly that was down to having engineers in the house fitting a new boiler. That meant there was no time for fun at the breakfast table, and Frankie and I had to suffer the indignity of making endless cups of tea for lecherous workmen with roving eyes.

Frankie suggested we leave them to it and venture out for the day, but I was of the opinion that they’d probably be rifling through our panty drawers the moment we were out the front door. Yes, I’m well aware of the irony there, thanks.

Anyway, we got ourselves a swanky new boiler, so it was worth all the hassle in the end.

4

On Thursday morning, having just got back home from the school run, I picked up a text from my sister.

Are you at home today?

Yeah. What’s up? 

   Shall I pop over for coffee? I’ve got Izzy with me. She’s got a dental appointment later.

   Sure, we’re here all day.

An hour later, Judy and Izzy were sitting up to the kitchen table. I made myself and Judy a coffee, and Izzy a mug of weak tea.

Frankie sauntered into the kitchen with her own drink – plastic travel cup, straw, usually filled with something sickly sweet – and offered my sister a sassy look. “Hello, Judith.”

“Hello, Francesca,” Judy replied in mock haughtiness.

Spying Izzy, Frankie chased her around the house, leaving the five-year-old breathless with giggles. “Izzy wizzy woo! I’m going to tickle you ’till you pee yourself!”

“Remember all the naughty games we used to play as kids?” I asked Judy.

Judy smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, of course. We were a right pair of little pervs, weren’t we? What made you think of that?”

“I dunno, I’ve just been thinking a lot about those days. I’m wondering if it has something to do with all the stuff I’ve been getting into lately. Like some subconscious connection with those childhood memories.”

“It’s possible, I suppose.” Judy leaned into me. “I can’t stop thinking about you licking Izzy’s pussy. It got me hot as hell.” She paused to suck on her lower lip. “Is it wrong, what we’re doing?”

“I think so,” I told her. “But it might be the wrongness that makes it so yummy. To me, that’s why fooling around with Kerry is such a turn-on. You know, like how we got excited by the thought of Mum catching us at it when we were kids, the thrill of it.”

Judy narrowed her eyes; gave me a conspiring smile. “Fooling around with Kerry? What’ve you done that I don’t know about?”

Frankie came back into the kitchen with Izzy on her shoulders.

“I might tell you later,” I said teasingly. “I might not.”

“Oh, now you’ve got me feeling horny,” my sister pouted.

“Huh?” Frankie said, her interest piqued.

“We were just talking about our naughty pre-teen years,” I explained.

“Do tell.”

“It’s a long story,” Judy said.

“Come on, spill! I know Sarah tells you all about our dirty secrets. It’s only fair I hear some of yours.”

We all shared a little giggle, and just like that there was a certain sultry tension hanging in the air.

“I have a better idea,” Judy said, sporting a smutty grin.

“Oh?” I said.

“Let’s go into your lounge and watch some porn.”

Frankie and I gave each other a look.

“Um… what about Izzy?” Frankie said.

“What? Me?” Izzy piped at the sound of her name.

“Oh, she won’t mind,” Judy said with a dismissive wave, then sauntered off into the lounge.

“What’s up with her?” Frankie mouthed as she put Izzy down onto the floor.

All I could do was shrug. The three of us still fucked on occasion, though never this early in the day, and always when Izzy was at home with her dad. Of course, Frankie had no idea that I’d already gone down on Izzy, so she must have found Judy’s suggestion even more dubious than I did.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have sent her that video,” Frankie mused, then did that amazing thing where she manages to talk herself in the complete opposite direction from where she started. It’s fascinating to watch. “We’re not actually going to watch porn with Izzy in the room. Are we? That doesn’t sound like the greatest idea, to be honest. Then again, it’s up to Judy, I guess – it’s her kid. As long as she thinks it’s okay, it’s not for us to say no, is it? And Izzy won’t really know what’s going on anyway, I s’pose. So, yeah, if that’s what Judy wants, why the hell not? Let’s do it!”

I waited just long enough to make sure she’d finished, then said, “You know, you don’t have to vocalise every word that pops into your head.”

“Aunty Sarah, can I have a lolly?” Izzy asked.

I always keep lollipops in a jar on the kitchen worktop for when my niece comes round. Kerry likes them, too. Frankie’s quite partial, for that matter, although she gets a slap on the wrist if I catch her with a hand in there.

“Of course you can, poppet,” I said and unwrapped a lolly for her.

We went through to the lounge, where Judy was already curled up on the couch. Frankie hooked her laptop up to the TV while Izzy clambered onto my knee.

“Uh… so porn, then?” Frankie asked hesitantly. I’d never seen her so sheepish about watching porn. It just looked wrong on her, you know? Terribly, terribly wrong.

“Work your magic, baby,” I told her, trying not to laugh.

“So… any requests?”

“Something dirty. And girly,” Judy purred.

“Dirty and girly. Right. I mean, it’s all dirty and girly,” Frankie muttered as she perused the files on her laptop. Finally she settled on one and clicked on the thumbnail.

She’d chosen one of my particular favourites, a sordid tale of secret lesbian lust – leather, lingerie, strapons, enough dirty talk to make a sailor blush, and more arse licking than you can shake a stick at. Good wholesome fun for all the family.

“Ooh, naughty,” Judy cooed as a collage of preview shots flitted across the screen. She absentmindedly massaged her tits through her shirt.

Lounging in the recliner opposite the couch, Frankie was just about to stick a hand down her leggings, but then stopped herself. “Oh. Is this okay?” She flicked a glance at Izzy, who was on my knee enjoying her lolly. “I don’t usually watch porn with small children. Not sure about the rules.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Judy told her. “Izzy doesn’t mind if you rub one out.”

“What are those ladies doing?” an intrigued Izzy asked, pointing at the TV. “I think one of them has fallen over and – and the other two is trying to help her up.”

“Interesting interpretation,” I muttered.

My sister went wide-eyed. “Oh, my God, that’s absolutely filthy! How can they kiss each other after… goodness me, that can’t be hygienic. Turn the volume up a bit, Frankie.“

Frankie and I consumed a lot of porn, but I don’t think Judy got to watch it all that much at home with a husband and a kid around. And certainly not the kinky stuff. Well, there was the illegal video that Frankie had sent her, but that was a one-off. Like Frankie, I was now questioning the wisdom of that particular file share.

My sister pushed her jeans over her hips and began openly playing with herself.

With Izzy nestled in my lap, I couldn’t easily get a hand between my legs, so I brushed my fingers across my niece’s chubby bare thighs instead.

Judy noticed where my hand was and flashed her eyes at me. “Pull her skirt up,” she murmured, low enough that Frankie couldn’t hear.

I shook my head. “Better not. Let’s just watch—”

Judy gave my arm a reassuring stroke with her free hand. “Come on, Sarah. It’s okay.”

I felt a smile teasing the corners of my mouth. Locking eyes with Frankie, I reached for the hem of Izzy’s skirt, slowly drawing it up until an adorable pair of canary yellow panties came into view.

“These are pretty, Izzy,” I told my niece, running my fingers over the soft fabric.

Izzy peered back at me and grinned. “Thanks.”

“Oh my frickin’ days…” Frankie mumbled.

“Touch her,” Judy whispered, her knickers peeled back just enough to gain access to her clit.

I grasped Izzy’s panties and pulled them tight over her mons, allowing two fingers to trace the now visible crack through the material.

Frankie’s mouth was hanging ajar, the porn all but forgotten. Her hand worked studiously inside her leggings as she stared between Izzy’s thighs.

“Slow down, Francesca,” my sister crooned. “We’re just getting started.”

“W-we are?” Frankie groaned.

Judy turned to her little girl. “Izzy, shall we let Aunty Sarah put a hand down your panties?”

“That lady’s licking where poo comes from,” Izzy informed us, fascinated by the porn.

“Yes, we know. Mummy asked you a question, poppet.”

Izzy gave a shrug. “I don’t mind. If Aunty Sarah wants to.”

“Fuck yeah,” murmured Frankie.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this again,” I said to my sister, knowing that I was, in all likelihood, the last bastion of common sense in the room. Frankie was a child in a woman’s body. Judy was impulsive to the point of recklessness. I was supposed to be the smart one, the only one left who was able to assume any kind of responsibility. “What time is Izzy’s dental appointment? You don’t want to be late, do you?”

“Not for another two hours,” Judy said. “We have plenty of time. Put your hand in her knickers, Sarah. For me.”

“Please, sweetheart,” Frankie entreated, eyes imploring. She only ever calls me ‘sweetheart’ when she really wants something. “I want to see you do the bad thing.”

“You’re a couple of bullies,” I said with a disapproving shake of the head, then slipped my fingers under the elastic of Izzy’s panties, hand trailing down until I found her slit. I slipped a finger into the warm groove, sliding it back and forth.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with arousal. Frankie and my sister were playing with themselves while they watched me finger little Izzy. “Ooh, yeah, just like that,” some raven-haired dominatrix hissed on the TV screen. “So fucking nasty.”

And it was, wasn’t it? Nasty and dirty and wrong. And none of us were doing anything to stop it.

“Izzy, give me your lollipop,” Judy said, reaching out a hand.

“I’m licking it,” Izzy protested.

“I know, I’ll give it back in a second.”

Izzy reluctantly parted with the sweet treat. Judy gave it a little lick before a filthy smirk infiltrated her face. She peeled her knickers away from her cunt, then began to slide the lolly up and down her fleshy folds.

“You’re dirty, Mummy!” a giggling Izzy declared.

“I am,” Judy agreed. “You mustn’t ever tell Daddy about this, though. He’d be very upset with Mummy.” She pushed the lolly into her cunt, pumping it back and forth several times. Finally, she offered it to Izzy, popping it into the little girl’s mouth with the same refrain I remember her using when my niece had been transitioning from breast milk to fruit purée: “Open wide!”

Izzy sucked away happily on the pussy-flavoured treat, apparently unconcerned.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Frankie murmured in amazement, like she’d just witnessed something profoundly spiritual. “Can I try, too?”

“Of course,” my sister agreed easily. “Be a good girl and share your lollipop with Aunt Frankie, Izzy.”

Frankie peeled herself from the chair and quickly discarded her leggings and panties. She stood in front of us in just her t-shirt, a hand idly toying with herself. I could see how wet she was.

Izzy reluctantly handed the lolly to Frankie. “Don’t eat it!” she said with a worried look. Frankie was known to steal and gobble up little girls’ lollipops.

“Don’t worry, Izzy Wizzy,” Frankie reassured the little one. “I promise I’ll give it back.” She swung a leg up onto the couch, her pussy a few tantalising inches from Izzy’s face. Her cunt slowly enveloped the lollipop until just the little white stick was visible, caught between her fingers. Frankie thrust her hips out and began fucking herself with it, the lewd act producing juicy wet sounds. I could smell her arousal, along with the cloying sweetness of the lolly. A tiny rivulet of rainbow-coloured juice oozed from her cunt and trickled down.

“Look at that, Izzy,” I murmured, kissing my niece on the cheek. “Frankie’s having so much fun with your lolly.”

When Izzy’s lollipop next saw the light of day, it was coated in a creamy glaze.

“What a mess Aunt Frankie’s made,” Judy cooed. “Pop that lolly in your mouth before it drips over Aunty Sarah’s nice sofa.”

Izzy opened her mouth and let Frankie slip the obscene treat inside.

“Is that tasty?” I murmured to the five-year-old, my hand still inside her knickers.

“Yup, it’s yummy!”

“Let’s take her up to your bedroom,” Judy suggested, her eyes thick with lust.

The three of us regarded one another for a long moment, the implications of what my sister was suggesting hanging heavy in the air.

“Are you up for this?” I asked Frankie in a quiet voice.

Say no, Frankie. Say no and bring us all back from the brink.

Frankie trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. She gave me a slow nod.

5

Izzy bounded up the stairs with a gleeful giggle. The rest of us followed at a more dignified pace. Halfway up, Judy gave Frankie a sudden sharp slap on the arse.

Frankie dashed up the few remaining steps with a yelp. “Ow! That was mean! Sarah, tell your sister off!”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

The four of us filed into the master bedroom, where Izzy hurled herself onto the bed with a squeal.

“You should both get naked,” Judy said to Frankie and me as she sank into the armchair, the same one Kerry had sat in not so long ago while she watched us going at it.

While we stripped out of our clothes, my sister pulled her shirt open and scooped out her breasts, then slipped off her jeans and knickers. “Now undress Izzy,” she told us.

Frankie and I climbed onto the bed to join my niece, kneeling on either side of her. Frankie’s eyes roamed over the little girl with unconcealed hunger.

I pulled Izzy’s pumps off and threw them on the floor, then had her stand up on the bed. “Let’s get the rest of these things off, poppet,” I told her.

Frankie pulled the child’s t-shirt over her head while I unsnapped her skirt, letting it fall around her feet.

Judy was strumming her clit as she watched us, bringing a hand up to knead a breast. “Take her undies off, Frankie,” she demanded.

“This is so hot,” Frankie muttered. “I’m literally creaming myself here.” She drew Izzy’s knickers down her legs.

“One foot out,” I told my niece with gentle persuasion. “Now the other. Good girl.” I brought the still-warm panties to my face and breathed in Izzy’s subtle perfume, then peered across at Judy. “What shall we do now?”

“Whatever you like,” my sister murmured, her eyes glazed with arousal. “I just want to watch.”

I took one of Frankie’s hands and guided it to Izzy’s belly, giving my girlfriend a nod of encouragement.

My fingers found the five-year-old’s smooth, boyish chest, teasing at her tiny, barely-there nipples. We had her lie back on the bed, then stretched out on either side and explored her with our fingers. Izzy giggled and squirmed, glancing from me to Frankie.

Judy was plunging two fingers in and out of her cunt, a thumb brushing against her clit. “Oh… Spread your legs open, Izzy. Nice and wide for Aunty Sarah and Aunt Frankie.”

Izzy slung her legs apart, resting them against our thighs. Frankie pressed her tits against the little girl, a hand trailing over Izzy’s stomach and down to her pubis. I caught my girlfriend by the wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth, sucking on two of them until they were glistening with saliva. “Play with her pussy,” I told her, and she nestled into the child’s puffy mound, gliding through her neat slit.

I took one of Izzy’s hands; tucked it between my legs. “Do you see what Frankie’s doing?” I asked the five-year-old.

“Mmm.”

“Will you do the same to me? Just move your fingers around like Frankie’s doing, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh, you filthy bitches,” Judy hissed. “Have her suck your nipple, Frankie.”

Frankie brought a tit to Izzy’s mouth, and the five-year-old instinctively knew what to do, swirling her tongue around the rubbery nipple, then taking it between her lips to suck. Frankie gave a breathless groan. She seized Izzy’s free hand and stuffed it between her legs, grinding it into her cunt.

I knew Frankie was about to go off. Truth be told, I was surprised she’d held out this long. “F-fuck…” she whimpered, pressing Izzy’s balled hand tightly against her mons, a series of tics and tremors infiltrating her body. “Fuck!”

Feeling especially perverse, I turned to flash my eyes at Judy, then pressed Izzy’s discarded knickers into Frankie’s spent cunt, using them to soak up the creamy juices. “Will Izzy be okay wearing these to the dentist?” I asked my sister innocently, letting the sodden undies dangle from a finger.

Judy didn’t answer; just curled her top lip into a lust-driven snarl, a blur of movement between her legs as she whisked herself to a pummelling climax. “Ah… ahhh… ahhhh!”

While Frankie lay in a post-orgasmic stupor, I scooted down to take my niece’s pussy between my lips, flicking my tongue through her warm, moist crease.

Frankie pushed my hair to one side so she could see what I was doing. “That’s so sexy, Sarah. Eat that little pussy.”

I smiled up at her. “Want to share?”

Curling herself into a kneeling position, Frankie bent forward to nurse on Izzy’s tiny clitoris while I prised the child’s labia apart and lashed my tongue into the rosy pink interior. Every now and then, our mouths would meet in a sordid kiss.

Frankie glanced up at my sister. Apparently unsated, Judy had found one of Izzy’s discarded shoes, and was now sliding it up and down her cunt, the tip wet and shiny. “Can I lick her arsehole?” Frankie asked, as if that most intimate of acts needed special permission.

Judy simply nodded.

“Roll over onto your hands and knees, Izzy,” I told my niece, helping her into place. I slid underneath and continued to lick her pussy while Frankie went at her arse from above, holding the child’s soft, pert buttocks open with both hands.

“Frankie’s licking my bottom, Mummy!” Izzy told her mother.

“I can see that,” Judy cooed. “Aunt Frankie only does that to girls she really likes.”

As I paused to share another kiss with Frankie, I felt my thighs being pushed apart, and looked down to find Judy kneeling on the floor, her face between my legs. She dragged her tongue up my cunt in one slow, languid movement, causing a burst of intense pleasure to ripple through me.

“Izzy?” Judy said, and Izzy glanced back at her mum. “Can you see what I’m doing to Aunty Sarah?”

Izzy gave a slow nod. I could see her eyes fluttering open and shut, the telltale signs of pre-pubescent arousal percolating there. “You’re licking Aunty Sarah’s secret garden.”

“That’s right. Aunt Frankie’s going to lie back on the bed now. I want you to do the same thing to her, all right?”

Frankie gave Izzy’s wrinkled pucker one last wet kiss before she moved to the head of the bed and slung her legs wide. She placed a hand on the back of the five-year-old’s head and coaxed her gently towards her glistening cunt. “Taste me, Izzy Wizzy. I’ve always wanted to be licked by a little girl.”

Judy and I both got up on our knees to watch. I pressed my pulsating sex to Izzy’s bare arse and began rubbing myself against her while she licked Frankie.

Judy was fingering herself again. “Say dirty stuff to her, Frankie,” she said. “I want to hear it.”

“When did my sister become such a pervert?” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

Judy flashed me a look. “Me? I was a respectable wife and mother before you corrupted me.”

Frankie was more than willing to comply with my sister’s demands. “Eat my pussy, little girl,” she hissed. “Stick that fucking tongue in there. You like how Aunt Frankie smells? Hmm? What a clever girl. Aunt Frankie’s gonna make such a mess on your pretty face.”

Izzy peered up with inquisitive eyes, her mouth and chin slick with Frankie’s copious juices. “It tastes like my lolly,” she declared.

“Oh, good,” Frankie told her. “Lick it all up, then.”

“Shall I do it more fast or more slow, Frankie? What’s your favourite?”

“I don’t care. Just keep licking. I’ll give you another lollipop if you make me melt.” Cradling Izzy’s face in both hands, Frankie arched her pelvis to meet the five-year-old’s mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” Judy crooned. “Come on my little girl, Frankie.”

“This is so wrong,” I groaned, rubbing myself to a brisk climax on Izzy’s bottom, knowing it was that sense of wrongness driving me over the edge, that heady concoction of shame and lust.

Frankie was building up to a second orgasm, chest rising and falling, the muscles of her belly rippling. She tangled her fingers in Izzy’s hair. “L-lick my clit… Judy, sh-show her how.”

Reaching across, Judy used her thumbs to draw open Frankie’s cunt, exposing the swollen nub of her clitoris. She tapped it with a finger. “Lick here, Izzy. Keep flicking your tongue over it until Aunt Frankie tells you to stop.”

I stretched out next to Frankie and peppered kisses up and down her neck. I could smell her, musky and urgent, a bitch in heat. “Are you going to come on my niece’s face?”

“Yes…”

“With her mummy watching?”

“Y-yes…”

“Dirty slut,” I hissed in her ear.

“I know…”

“Look at the mess you’ve made all over her. She’s only five, for pity’s sake.”

“Gonna. Come.”

“Go on, then. Come on the pretty little girl. Do it!”

Frankie uttered a low, guttural sound, her body pulled taut. She pushed Izzy’s head away. “N-no more… coming…”

Izzy sat up and watched on in fascination as Frankie writhed about on the bed like something possessed. She peered back at me and Judy. “Did I win the lolly?”

I gave her a nod. “Definitely.” Then to an utterly spent Frankie: “That looked intense.”

“You’ve no fucking idea,” Frankie groaned. “Oh, my word…”

Judy scooped up Izzy’s damp knickers and used them to clean her daughter’s messy face. “What a clever girl, making Aunt Frankie feel good like that. You’ve gone and made Mummy all horny again, though.”

I had a wicked idea. Actually, I was having lots of wicked ideas, each more twisted than the last.

“Go sit back in the chair, Judy,” I said.

“We should think about making a move soon,” Judy told me.

“Humour me,” I insisted. “This won’t take long.”

Judy shrugged her shoulders, then padded over to the chair, slumping back into it.

“Now close your eyes,” I told her.

She narrowed them into suspicious lines instead. “What’re you up to?”

“Just close them, trollop!”

Judy closed her eyes with a smirk. “I’ll tell Mum you’re picking on me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

I glanced at Frankie and Izzy, putting a finger to my lips to shush them, then motioned for Frankie to help me. Together we carried Izzy over to Judy, suspending the five-year-old close to her mother’s face, our hands locked beneath her thighs.

“You can look now, Jude,” I said.

My sister’s eyes snapped open. She stared up at her little girl’s pussy, now almost close enough to kiss. “Oh. No, Sarah, I… I don’t think I ought to—”

“Lick her,” Frankie demanded.

“I just – I just like to watch, really,” Judy insisted, her hand creeping back down to her pussy. “I’ll just look, okay?”

“Lick her pussy, Judy,” I said. “You know you want to. We’ve gone this far, you might as well take that last step. It’s silly not to. She tastes amazing, doesn’t she, Frankie?”

“Exquisite. Come on, Judy. It’s just like kissing her goodnight.”

“I don’t mind if you want to lick my naughty bits, Mummy,” Izzy said. “Aunt Frankie and Aunty Sarah did, and it feeled really nice.”

“No one will ever know, Jude,” I cooed. “It’ll be our little secret.”

Judy gazed up longingly at her daughter’s vagina. “Maybe just a little lick,” she conceded. “Just a taste.”

Frankie and I shared a devious grin.

I play that conversation back to myself now and again. I can’t quite bring myself to regret what we made Judy do that day in our bedroom, but it’s hard not to feel at least a little ashamed of the way we manipulated her. Oh, Judy wasn’t an innocent party, by any means – she’d had me lick Izzy that day we’d visited the bird sanctuary, and I don’t think any of us would’ve been up there naked in our bedroom if we hadn’t followed my sister’s lead.

But still, we all have to take responsibility for the things we say and do. That morning, we watched Judy masturbate while she licked her five-year-old daughter’s pussy, and when we were done, we slipped the little girl’s sodden panties back up her legs and put our fingers to our lips. Shhh… Our special secret. Shhhh…

And just like that, we condemned ourselves.

On to Chapter Six!

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The Evil That Men Do, Chapter 19

  • Posted on June 9, 2026 at 2:00 pm

The Story Thus Far

Chapter One: Mallory Kalvornek and her lover Julie Hanson have returned to Bronning, Minnesota, for the first time in years to catch up with friends and family. Meanwhile, their old friend (and occasional sex partner) paramedic Nettie Hastings fights to save a life, her lover Hannah drops by with an unexpected surprise, Terry Wilder grapples with writer’s block… and two little girls living in a trailer park named Heather and Gina are being carefully observed by a hidden stranger.

Chapter Two: Mallory and Julie get together at Nettie’s home with Nettie and her lover Hannah, Nettie’s friend Terry Wilder, Terry’s teen daughter Halee, and Mallory and Julie’s friend (and occasional sex partner) Cindy. Gossip is exchanged, memories shared, and an unexpected attraction between Mallory and Terry Wilder reveals itself. Meanwhile, the mother of the two trailer park girls Heather and Gina goes out for a night on the town, oblivious to the presence of the man spying on her home.

Chapter Three: At Nettie’s place, Nettie and Hannah leave the others to indulge in a bit of romantic pleasure, while Julie and her old friend Cindy get it on with Terry’s teen daughter Halee. As for Mallory, she has repaired to Terry’s place for one of her occasional bouts of heterosexual action. Appetites are indulged, confidences shared. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina are abducted from their trailer home by a mysterious and very scary man.

Chapter Four: At Nettie’s place, four women and Halee Wilder greet the morning after an evening of lesbian abandon. Later that day, Mallory rejoins Julie, Nettie, Cindy and Hannah for a day of fishing. Halee returns home and spends the day upgrading her internet in preparation for promised to be a fun night of video chat sex with her girlfriend Bethany. Meanwhile, Grace and Heather are in the custody of the mysterious man, who seems to takes delight in terrorizing them.

Chapter Five: After their day of fishing, Nettie, Julie, Cindy, Mallory & Hannah engage in a five-woman sexfest inside a tent… and with the use of Cindy’s phone, their old friend and occasional bedmate Emma attends the orgy virtually. In the midst of their abandon, Nettie has a weird, vague memory flashback that leaves her shaken, but she conceals it from the others. Back home, Halee and her new love interest Bethany (Hannah’s daughter) are having long-distance sex via their laptops. 

Chapter Six: Nettie has a heart-to-heart with Hannah about her personal demons. Later, she gets a call from Agent Bridgett Ramscone, who has an unsettling request: for Nettie to go through the documentation of her own childhood kidnapping — and the murder of her sister — as a possible way to gain insight into the abduction of Heather and Gina (who are still being emotionally abused by their kidnapper, but are also taking steps to escape). Nettie is shaken, but agrees to do what she can. 

Chapter Seven: Many years after the fact, submerged memories of Nettie’s kidnapping began to make themselves known — memories of a possible accomplice to the original crime. She shares her thoughts with Bridgett. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina work on a potential escape from their makeshift prison.

Chapter Eight: Nettie unearths more hints that kidnap victims Heather and Gina were abducted by the same man who kidnapped and brutalized Nettie and her deceased sister over a decade ago — but that man was known to have died in prison.  Gina manages to escape captivity. But Heather can’t fit through the opening they dug, and must remain behind. Nettie gets a possible fix on the girls’ captor who, while out and about, gets a flat tire — then he discovers the spare is flat as well. 

Chapter Nine: The man who kidnapped Gina and Heather must get his flat spare tire fixed, not knowing the police have been alerted to him and are searching the area. Nettie, who is also hunting for the man, manages to find his abandoned car — then, some time later, makes an even more startling discovery: little Gina, alone and weeping by an abandoned road. In the meantime, the kidnapper manages to make his escape from the area by phoning a mysterious woman to pick him up.

Chapter Ten: Mallory meets with her mother, Sharon, for the first time in months, but fails to learn the cause of the recent distance between them. Nettie is still obsessed with Jacob Brentshaw, the man who kidnapped her and murdered her sister Annamarie so many years ago, sensing he is also behind the recent kidnapping as well… but can’t get past the fact that Brentshaw was killed in prison. Her actions saved the lives of Gina and Heather, but she remains determined to keep working the case on her own. For the first time, Nettie tells her lover Hannah about her own kidnapping and Annamarie’s death, events she has refused to discuss with anyone for years.

Chapter Eleven: Terry finds himself at loose ends, questioning his current life path, and decides to open up to than his dear friend and former sex partner Nettie. She and Hannah lend a sympathetic ear, then their conversation turns to kidnappings — the recent one, as well as Nettie’s own horrific abduction over a decade earlier, when her sister was murdered. She is fast coming round to the conclusion that both kidnappings involved an accomplice.

Chapter Twelve: A sleepover is in progress at Terry’s place while he is out. When the girls retire to their rooms, Halee phones her girlfriend Bethany and puts her on speaker to hear her younger sister Naomi and Chelsey going at it through their adjoining walls, and a good time is had by all. Upon returning home, Terry does some work on an idea for a new novel after months of inaction. Mallory is still unsure what to do with the family farm, and Nettie runs some ideas about the recent kidnapping case past Agent Ramscone.

Chapter Thirteen: Four members of the Pussy Posse — Mallory, Julie, Jamie, and Emma — are spending quality time together, along with Julie’s younger sister Vicky. News, gossip, memories, and innuendo are bandied about. Vicky hesitantly speaks of a recent sleepover where she overheard a couple of the girls saying hurtful things about her, an incident that still stings badly. The four women offer her comfort and understanding, which soon becomes something more.

Chapter Fourteen: Mallory, Julie, Jamie, Emma and Julie’s younger sister Vicky are having a barbecue and sleepover. Vicky loves hanging out with the Pussy Posse, but feels a little self-conscious, knowing that the women will very likely be having group sex later that evening. But Julie boldly her sister to join the sapphic festivities. Vicky is hesitant at first, especially at the prospect of coupling with her older sibling, but Julie manages to put her at ease. The four women and one teen adjourn for the master bedroom. Clothes are removed, bare bodies mingle, pleasure is shared.

Chapter Fifteen: Halee and her new girlfriend Bethany (daughter of Nettie’s lover Hannah), spend time roaming the town, getting to know one another better. Later on, they spend time together in a more intimate way. Meanwhile, Mallory and her partner Julie get a piece of surprising, potentially life-changing news.

Chapter Sixteen: Mallory is pregnant, and Terry Wilder is the father. She visits Bronning to give him the news, then they join Julie at Nettie’s place to discuss the situation. Terry chooses to leave the final decision in Mallory’s hands, but makes it clear that he is willing to raise the child as his own if Mal doesn’t want to be a mother.

Chapter Seventeen: Nettie pays a visit to the trailer park to visit Gina and Heather, the two girls she saved from a mysterious kidnapper. Still grappling with distant memories of her own kidnapping, she shows the girls a mugshot of Jacob Brentshaw, who was convicted of abducting her and murdering her twin sister Anna years earlier, but they tell her it isn’t the same man, despite disturbing similarities. Afterward, she gets an angry call from FBI agent Latisha Miller, who already knows about this visit to the girls. Nettie admits to pursuing this all-but-closed case, but refuses to back off. Against her better judgment, Agent Miller is coming around to allowing Nettie to continue her investigation. Meanwhile, Mallory, Julie and Terry visit a doctor to discuss Mal’s unexpected pregnancy.

Chapter Eighteen: Nettie manages to get approval from Agents Ramscone and Miller to proceed with her personal, off-the-record investigation of the kidnapping case, by making both women an offer they can’t refuse — and it isn’t sexual. Afterwards, her lover Hannah drops by for an early visit, and the two of them join Julie, Mallory, Halee and Terry for a pleasant chat where Mal drops the news about her pregnancy to those who don’t yet know about it. The next day, Mallory and Julie hang out with Halee and her new girlfriend Bethany, where the girls makes Julie and Mal an offer they can’t refuse — and this time, it IS sexual.

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by Rachael Yukey

Stop for a minute?
Take a little bit of time
Take what is given
Don’t let this moment pass you by
Alter Bridge 2026

Terry Wilder was seated on the end cushion of Nettie’s couch, next to his daughter Halee. He yawned elaborately, then stood up. “Think I’m going to head in,” he informed the group, stretching his limbs.

“I suppose you need to go pick up the girls,” said Nettie.

“Actually, no,” he replied. “Naomi’s at home already—with Chelsey Milne, as per usual these days, but those two are perfectly capable of looking after themselves. That aside, and pursuant to our earlier conversation, I might be better off not knowing precisely what they’re getting up to.”

Nettie suddenly became very interested in her feet. Terry plowed forward. “As for my two younger girls—I’ve just now received a text from Stacy Wood informing me that her daughters and mine have barricaded themselves in one of the bedrooms, and are threatening a violent uprising if this evening’s visit is not upgraded to a sleepover. We’ve elected to wave the white flag, so I’m going to drop off pajamas and toothbrushes, then try to get a little writing done before bed.”

“What’s Chelsey’s custody status right now, anyway?” asked Nettie.

“Still with her grandma,” said Terry, “although I don’t imagine the situation can remain as it is for very much longer. Natalie Milne is quite old and infirm, and this wouldn’t work at all if Chelsey was a few years younger. None of Chelsey’s other relatives live nearby, and I know Naomi is concerned that she’ll end up having to move to another state.”

“What’s the deal with this girl’s parents?” Julie inquired. “Or shouldn’t I ask?”

“Her mother and aunt were working for my horrid bitch of a mom,” said Halee, her voice heavy with bitterness. Bethany took her hand.

“Oh,” said Julie, a bit lamely. “I’m sorry, Halee. I didn’t know.”

Halee dismissed it with a wave. “None of your doing.”

“Chelsey’s mother, as it turns out, was a drug mule for local meth distribution for years,” said Terry. “Her aunt, too. It all came to light when their involvement with—to borrow Halee’s invective—my horrid bitch of an ex-wife was exposed. They’re both facing charges on multiple counts of drug trafficking. Although she’s currently out on bail, Chelsey’s mom has been deprived of custody, and is allowed supervised visitation only. I have no idea of the father’s status; my impression is that he’s been out of the picture for quite some time.”

“Poor kid,” said Mallory.

“She’s better adjusted than one would expect, under the circumstances,” said Terry. “She mostly seems to be dealing with it by holding the entire situation at arms length. She takes more meals at our house than hers, as does Dawn’s friend Allison from across the street.” He chuckled. “I suppose I’m just exceptionally good at collecting strays.”

He turned toward the door. “In any event, good night, all. I need to ferry the requested items to Stacy’s house before the girls grow tired of waiting and carry out their threatened mutiny.” Hand on the doorknob, he looked back over his shoulder. “Halee, can I assume you’re staying?”

Halee put an arm around Bethany. “I think I’m good. Night, Dad.”

“Have fun, then,” said Terry. Tossing a wave at the group, he stepped out into the night.

As the door closed behind him, Mallory was smiling. “He really is a good father, isn’t he?”

“He’s the best,” said Halee. “Just don’t tell him I said so. Our house already isn’t large enough to contain that ego of his.”

“So—what’s the plan for the rest of the evening?” Hannah asked the room at large.

“I was thinking early bedtime,” said Halee, pulling Bethany close and kissing her full on the mouth. Bethany returned the kiss with gusto, tongue action obvious to everyone else in the room.

Mallory, who’d been on a hair-trigger ever since Halee broached the idea of a foursome during their return trip from Johnstown, drew an unsteady breath, fully aware of her pussy becoming increasingly wet.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. It came out as almost a purr. “That looks scrumptious.”

Disengaging from the kiss, her hand still on the back of Bethany’s head, Halee looked towards her. “So come and get a taste.” Mallory practically launched herself from the love seat, but hesitated when she saw the raised eyebrows Hannah directed towards her daughter.

Bethany, it seemed, picked up on it, too. “Me and Halee talked about it, Mom,” she said. “We’re gonna try what Julie and Mallory do. We get to have sex with other people, but only when both of us are there.”

Hannah nodded. “So long as you both agree, I think that’s great.”

Mallory settled onto the end cushion recently vacated by Terry, her thigh pressed against Halee’s. The younger girl turned toward her, and Mallory reached up to caress the teen’s cheek.

“Mallory, I have a confession to make,” said Halee, her voice unsteady. “I had a lot of fun with Julie and Cindy when you guys were here before, but I was disappointed that you didn’t stick around.”

Mallory gave a low chuckle. “And I’ll admit, I was kind of torn myself. I’ve been fantasizing about you for a month.”

Halee made the first move, leaning in to brush her barely parted lips from the angle of Mallory’s jaw down to her chin. Mallory shivered deliciously. Now moving more slowly, Halee traced her mouth along the opposite side of Mallory’s jawline, nibbling lightly as she went. Reaching the ear, she extended her tongue, delicately licking the lobe. Mallory drew in a shuddering breath; released it explosively.

“You might wanna watch that,” Julie commented from her place on the love seat. “Mal’s ears are a hot spot. You’re gonna unleash the demon if you’re not careful.”

Halee threw her a speculative look. “Yeah?” She turned her attention back to the ear, this time taking the lower lobe between her teeth, nibbling lightly. Mallory let out a short, sharp moan, threw both arms around the girl, and pulled her close. Halee was working her way up the back of the ear, alternately licking and nibbling. Mallory was aware of her breath coming shallow and irregular, her arousal growing to an all-consuming need.

Out of the corner of her eye she noted Julie across the room on the couch, beckoning Bethany to her with the curve of a finger. No longer able to remain passive, Mallory twisted her head to seek out Halee’s lips. Meeting the supple, desirable teen head-on, she pressed their open mouths together, her tongue flashing to life.

Bethany, who had alternated between making eyes at Julie and watching her girlfriend make out with Mallory, rose at once at the invitation. That’s when she noticed that her mother and Nettie were standing in front of the recliner, arms around each other, locked in a passionate, almost desperate kiss.

She changed course, wrapping both arms around her mother from behind. Hannah started, then smiled. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Bethany planted a soft kiss on Hannah’s cheek, then another on her neck. “I love you, Mom.”

“Love you too, Bethany,” Hannah murmured. She momentarily pressed her lips to Bethany’s, briefly allowing the kiss to linger, then returned her attention to Nettie, their mouths engaging once more. Bethany let go of her mom, turning back toward the love seat. Julie’s lanky frame was casually slouched on the right-hand cushion, eyes flicking back and forth between the rapidly intensifying kiss taking place on the couch, and the one heating up to a nuclear meltdown in the middle of the living room floor. She grinned at Bethany, and Bethany felt a slow smile spreading across her face. She traversed the room in just a few steps, coming to a halt directly in front of Julie, who reached out to take the girl’s hands in hers, then caressed the backs of those hands with her thumbs. “God, you’re even prettier up close,” Julie breathed. “Did I mention that I fucking love your hair?”

Bethany was thrilled by the compliment. Her thick red mane, so like that of her mother, was the thing she liked best about her appearance.

“You—you’re pretty freakin’ hot yourself,” she got out, voice trembling slightly. Deciding not to wait for an invitation, she twisted around, settling sideways onto Julie’s lap, legs splayed out across the unoccupied cushion. Julie looped her arm around Bethany’s shoulders, then ran a thumb across the girl’s bottom lip. Tracing a line down to the base of the chin, she leaned in to capture that lip between hers.

A wave of heat coursed through Bethany’s body, and she felt her pelvis thrust forward of its own accord. Her tongue darted forth, delicately flicking across Julie’s upper lip, thrilling as she felt the woman’s body shiver deliciously.

On the couch, Halee felt as if Mallory was dining on her, and she was loving every second of it. At the moment, the woman’s mouth was raining fire up and down her sensitive neck, a hand holding her jet-black, blue-highlighted hair to the side. Halee was unable to contain her rapturous sighs and moans. Opening her eyes, she saw Mallory’s ear within reach, and took the lobe into her mouth, gently applying pressure with a playful nip.

“Oh, God!” Mallory gasped, throwing her head back. Then she was tumbling Halee backwards onto the vacant cushion behind her, sprawling over the young girl’s body, crushing their mouths together.

When Mallory’s tongue darted between her lips, Halee met the kiss with equal ardor, wrapping her arms around the woman and squeezing tightly, grinding their bodies together. Mallory was responding in kind, creating a delicious friction that lit up Halee’s every nerve ending.

A high-pitched cry drew every eye towards Nettie and Hannah. Nettie was standing behind her lover, her face buried in flaming red hair. She had one hand under Hannah’s powder-blue blouse, the other down the front of the shorter woman’s unbuttoned jeans, fingers working furiously inside.

Hannah was up on tiptoe, eyes wide, mouth working. “Oh–oh God, Antoinette. Ohhh. Oh, oh, uh-huh, oh m-my God—” Her vocalizations grew more strident, less articulate. Then she began to rant even faster. “Holy shit, I’m gonna c-come—oh sweet Jesus I am coming—” Hannah’s breasts shook as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, screaming wordlessly, then subsided, slumping against Nettie so abruptly the taller woman staggered back, nearly colliding with the recliner.

Nettie’s face was sweat-shiny, her breathing labored, but she was sporting a self-satisfied grin. Withdrawing her hand from Hannah’s pants, she proffered her gooey, glistening fingers for all to see before slipping them into her mouth.

As her breathing slowed, Hannah peeled herself away from Nettie, then glanced over her shoulder at the others. “Girls,” she said to the room in general, her voice still a trifle unsteady as she wrapped an arm around Nettie’s waist, “I’m taking this to bed, getting it naked, and putting my mouth on all its tastiest parts. See you in the morning.” Tugging on Nettie’s hand, she made her way into the hall, not even breaking stride as she opened the door to the master bedroom, which slammed behind in their wake.

Halee found herself staring across the room at Bethany. Her girlfriend was still nestled in Julie’s lap, and she noted that Mallory’s eyes had shifted in the same direction. Julie and Bethany were looking right back at them.

After a very significant pause, It was Julie who broke the silence.

“I don’t know about the rest of you,” she said, her voice husky and low, “but watching that show turned my cunt into a fucking swamp. Who wants to move this to the bedroom?”

Mallory rolled off of Halee, tugging the teen to her feet. Halee stood willingly enough, but then seized Mallory with both arms, pressing their mouths together once more in a hungry kiss. Grinding their bodies together, Halee inserted a thigh between Mallory’s legs, thrusting it upward. Mallory wrenched her mouth away from Halee’s and clutched the girl’s shoulders, pushing her back a step.

“Honey,” she gasped, “if you keep that up, we’re not gonna make it to the bedroom. I’ll take your sexy little seductress ass right here on the floor.”

“I’m game,” Halee got out, more than a little breathless herself.

Then Julie and Bethany were beside them, holding hands. “Come on, you sex fiends,” said Julie with a chuckle, tugging on Mallory’s sleeve.

The four of them made their way down the hall, Julie in the lead, guiding them through the first door on the right into a room which sported, among other amenities, a king-sized bed.

Mallory wasted no time, yanking the pale yellow sundress over her head while still in motion. Then she whirled to Halee again to claim her in a kiss that quickly struck fire, their lips engaged in a heated frenzy. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Julie and Bethany seated on the edge of the bed, caught up in an equally passionate embrace.

Julie disengaged, turning to look at Mallory and Halee. “So,” she said, “are we mixing and matching, or just going with the flow? Because this is looking like a good old-fashioned partner swap to me.”

Halee broke off the kiss long enough to meet her girlfriend’s eyes. “I’m totally feeling partner swap, but only if it’s what Bethany wants, too.”

Bethany responded with a radiant smile, her eyes glazed with lust. “Let’s freakin’ do this.” Tilting her head to the side, she began raining kisses and love bites on Julie’s neck.

Mallory grasped the edges of Halee’s Ozzy Osbourne tee and began to lift it—then Halee abruptly froze, unexpected panic coursing through her. Without meaning to, she found herself gripping Mallory’s wrists.

“Whoa, girl,” said Mallory. “Everything okay?”

“I—” She stammered, her desire suddenly at war with fear. Even worse, Halee wasn’t even entirely sure what it was she was afraid of. She realized that Bethany and Julie had broken off their kiss and were looking at them from the bed.

“We can stop this if you’re having second thoughts, babe,” Julie assured her, reaching out to touch her wrist.

“No, I know what this is,” said Bethany, rising to her feet. She brushed the hair away from Halee’s eyes. “Is it the scars?”

Halee nodded, unable to speak. She was embarrassed to the point of tears, furious at herself for ruining everything over something so trivial.

“Oh,” said Mallory, in sudden comprehension. “It’s okay, sweetie, the shirt can stay on. Or like Julie said—we can stop here.”

Halee shook her head furiously, her lips trembling. “No, goddamn it. I want to fuck you so bad. And you want to fuck me, don’t you?”

Something about the way she phrased it, or maybe her tone of voice, seemed to unleash something primal in Mallory. She gathered Halee up in her arms again, hands clamped to the girl’s ass, and pulled her close, none too gently. Halee responded in kind, reaching around behind Mallory to shove both hands into her panties, caressing the bare buttocks beneath the sheer fabric.

They kissed for just a few seconds of raw fury, then Halee pulled away. “We’re not spoiling this because I’m being a big old wuss,” she growled.

“You’re not a wuss,” Bethany said, still standing beside her. “You’re the bravest person I know, Halee. Your scars aren’t gross. They’re part of something scary that you survived. You’re here because you defeated those fucking scars.”

Extracting her hands from Mallory’s panties, Halee drew back, took the blonde’s hands and placed them on the hem of the shirt. “Take it off of me,” she whispered.

“Are you sure?”

“I want to feel your mouth on my tits,” Halee murmured. “That’s not gonna happen if my shirt’s on.”

Another of those noises escaped Mallory’s throat, and her eyes had gone misty. And yet she lifted the t-shirt up slowly, carefully, clearly giving Halee every opportunity to change her mind.

But Halee did no such thing. Raising her arms above her head, she allowed Mallory to pull the shirt over and off, then toss it triumphantly into a corner.

“Yes!” Bethany exulted, clasping her fists together and pumping them above her head.

Julie was clapping. “Hell, yeah. And girl, you have nothing to worry about. You’re crazy fucking hot.”

Mallory said nothing. She was tracing Halee’s upper chest with trembling fingertips, skirting around the edges of the budding breasts, eyes glued to the girl’s torso.

Halee’s eyes drifted shut. “Oh, God,” she mumbled as Mal’s fingers grazed her nipple.

“You okay?” Bethany whispered in her ear.

Halee nodded rapidly. “Uh-huh,” she got out. “I’m good. Go get yourself fucked or something.”

Snickering, Bethany turned back to the bed, settling in once more beside Julie. “Okay,” she breathed. “Where were we?” Their mouths met; tongues engaged.

Mallory pivoted Halee about a quarter turn, then tumbled her onto the bed. Halee scrabbled backwards toward the headboard, then lay back, her legs parted. Mallory was right behind, raining kisses across her belly, pausing when she reached the second scar on Halee’s right side. She ran a gentle finger around the puckered wound, now long healed. “Does that hurt at all?” she asked.

“Uh-uh,” Halee breathed.

Mallory extended her tongue, delicately licking the circumference of the scar. Her hand moved up the other side, cupping the slight swell of a breast, teasing the nipple with her palm.

Halee couldn’t have said which was hotter. Every nerve ending was alive, every touch sending sparks of desire cascading through her body.

Then Mallory was kissing a pathway up to her chest, pausing once again at the scar below the left breast, favoring it with the same loving attention she’d given the one below while gently rolling a stiffened nipple between thumb and forefinger. Halee was whimpering, desperate for release.

Mallory shifted her body upward until her mouth grazed Halee’s ear. “You’re a gorgeous creature, Halee. Believe me, you have nothing to be self-conscious about. Now, I believe you said you wanted my mouth on something…?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where do you want me to put my mouth, Halee?”

“M-m-my—”

“Say it!”

“My tits!” Halee wailed.

Mallory dipped down, taking Halee’s erect nipple into her open mouth in a single fluid motion. Her tongue circled the tip of the breast, eliciting another moan from the teen’s throat as she began to lightly tug at Halee’s throbbing nipple with her teeth.

On the other side of the bed, Bethany was pulling Julie’s simple maroon blouse over her head, then scrabbling around behind the tall woman’s back to unclasp her bra.

“Easy there, girl!” said an amused Julie. “No need to rush this. We’ve got hours to have fun.”

“I – I know,” “Bethany panted, peeling Julie’s bra away and throwing it over her shoulder. “But You’re sooo fucking sexy, and I’ve been wanting t-to see you naked ever since we met…”

“Well, in that case…” Julie quickly unbuttoned her jeans, then shimmied out of them, her panties coming along for the ride. Now nude, she lay back and gazed expectantly at a wide-eyed Bethany. “Feast your eyes,” she purred.

Without so much as a pause for breath, Bethany buried her face between Julie’s small but perfectly formed breasts, cupping them in both hands. Then she was kissing her way around them in a figure-eight, finally cutting across to catch a nipple between her teeth. Julie let out a rapturous sigh, cradling the girl’s head to her chest. Shifting her head to the other soft orb, Bethany gave that nipple the same treatment, eliciting a similar response.

Julie worked her hands under Bethany’s black v-neck, clumsily loosening the teen’s training bra. Withdrawing her hands, she placed them gently on either side of the girl’s head, disengaging that sweet mouth from her tits so she could pull Bethany’s shirt over her head. Then Julie lay back on the bed, twisting as she did so that she was stretched out alongside Halee and Mallory. Mallory was lying atop the younger girl, peppering those small but ever-so inviting breasts with quick, darting kisses. Rapturous sighs escaped Halee’s throat.

Julie pulled Bethany down on top of her, their mouths meeting again, tongues engaging in a slow, sexy dance. She reached down to grasp the girl’s dark blue skirt, tugged it up, then caressed Bethany’s ass through her panties. Julie felt tiny shivers course through the teen’s body as her long fingers skated along the crack of that pert little butt. She gave a happy sigh. Much as she loved fucking Mallory, sex with a cute young thing like Bethany really got her motor racing. Honestly, she sort of reminds me of Mal, back when we were just learning how to be lovers.

Mallory, still nibbling, licking, and kissing Halee’s budding breasts, heard a moan that she knew hadn’t been made by her partner, so it must have emanated from Bethany’s lips. She glanced to her right, her arousal heightening a notch at the sight of Julie nibbling the nape of the girl’s neck. Bethany’s head was thrown back, her mouth slack, eyes closed. Julie noticed Mallory looking, and the two lovers shared a quick smile, then turned their attention back to the girls.

Mallory felt Halee’s hands at her waist, trying to slide her panties down, but the girl’s arms weren’t quite long enough to finish the job. Rolling onto her side between Halee and the wall, Mallory panted, “Here, let me,” clumsily shoved her panties down and off, then reached for the front of Halee’s jeans, fumbling with the button in her haste.

Opening her eyes, Halee saw Mallory’s left breast, a mere inch or two from her lips. The sight was much too enticing to resist. She lifted her head from the pillow to wrap her lips around Mallory’s left nipple, swirling her tongue around the swollen bud.

Mallory gasped, then gave Halee a small frown. “You’re not making this any easier, y’know,” she growled, and Halee let out a shaky laugh.

Finally working the button loose, Mallory worked the zipper down, then hooked her fingers under the waistband. Halee obligingly lifted her butt, and Mallory hastily divested her of pants and underwear, carelessly flinging them aside before tracing a finger up the teen’s bared thigh. Halee’s body jerked as that finger brushed her sex, the sweet outer lips pressed together to conceal the treasures within.

“Mmmm… you’re shaving already,” Mallory murmured.

Halee grinned, jerking a thumb at Bethany. “We shaved each other this afternoon. Thought we’d try it. It got us so hot! We really wanted to lick each other to see how it felt with no hair… but, um, we decided to hold off.”

“Just in case,” said Bethany, her eyes twinkling.

“Oh, really?” Julie breathed. “In case of what?”

Bethany giggled. “Three guesses,” she cooed, then captured Julie’s mouth in another passionate kiss.

Mallory traced her finger down Halee’s juicy slit, senses tingling at how wet she was, as well as the upward thrust of the hips that her touch elicited. “You have a gorgeous pussy,” she murmured. Draping herself on top of the girl, she teased Halee’s lower lip, lightly stroking it with her tongue. Halee opened her mouth wide, her own tongue engaging Mallory’s in a heated dance.

In response, Mallory slipped her thigh between Halee’s, shuddering at the wave of pleasure that surged through her body when Halee flexed her knee, firmly pressing her own leg up against Mallory’s needy cunt.

Then Halee took the lead, pushing from the bottom and rolling the two of them to the side with the wall for support, making it easier for Mallory to grind against Halee’s center. Clinging to each other tightly, cheeks pressed together, the two of them began to move in unison.

As Julie continued to share ravenous kisses with Bethany, she worked the girl’s panties down around her thighs, then touched her slick, wet pussy from behind. Tearing her mouth from Julie’s, Bethany buried her face in the hollow of her older lover’s neck. Julie carefully slipped a finger into the girl, who gave a gasp that trailed off into a moan as that probing finger was withdrawn to brush Bethany’s clit. Encouraged by this response, Julie began to masturbate the redheaded girl, whose body jerked at every stroke, her breath growing harsh and deep.

Even with her long arms and fingers, it wasn’t the most comfortable angle of attack, and Julie soon felt her wrist starting to cramp. Withdrawing her hand, she rolled, miscalculating slightly and nearly spilling Bethany onto the floor. Recovering, she scooted the waif-like redhead more securely onto the bed, then hovered over her, reaching down to undo her own pants in the process.

“I want to eat your pussy,” said Julie in a guttural whisper. “Can I do that to you, Bethany?”

“Please,” Bethany gasped, a beatific smile overtaking her face. “I’ve been wanting you to do that for, like, five minutes!”

“In that case…” Julie finished stripping away Bethany’s underwear, then began kissing her way up a thigh.

Next to them, Mallory and Halee were furiously grinding against each other. Mallory’s breath hitched and tore; Halee’s moans were getting louder as powerful sensations ripped through her body, pushing the girl towards what promised to be a real firestorm of a climax. She could feel it building, welcomed it, but the juicy heat of Mallory’s cunt against her leg was making her crave something else as well.

That desire proved too tempting to resist. She placed both hands on Mallory’s shoulders, pushing her up and off.

“What’s wrong—” a startled Mallory began.

“I want t-to taste your pussy,” the teen stammered.

A grin stretched the corners of Mallory’s mouth. “Like me to sit on your face?”

Halee nodded emphatically. “Oh, f-fuck yeah.”

Getting to her knees, Mallory carefully  positioned herself over Halee’s warm, welcoming mouth. “Enjoy,” she murmured.

Even though no one was touching her at that moment, the sight of Mal’s beautiful, smooth-shaven cunt had Halee ready to come on the spot. Mallory had smeared her juices everywhere while humping Halee’s leg, and those rosy, silken labia were slathered with moisture, her clitoral hood just barely protruding.

Wanting to look but impatient to taste, Halee cupped an ass cheek in each hand, then brought Mallory’s sweet pussy to her waiting mouth. She kept her lips closed at first, pushing the lower half of her face against that glistening vulva, rubbing it in a circular motion to coat her mouth and chin with the warm, tart nectar. Mallory inhaled sharply, the breath hissing through her gritted teeth.

Parting her lips, Halee slipped her tongue into Mallory’s juicy hole. Mallory moaned, “Fuuuuuuck.” Halee felt a jolt from her midsection, and once again wondered if she was about to come without being touched. She swirled her tongue around inside Mallory’s delicious entrance, and was rewarded by an ecstatic cry.

Then Mal spoke. “Oh, lord, you’re such a fucking tease. Do you plan to lick my clit, I d-don’t know, sometime this century?”

Needing no further urging, Halee withdrew her tongue from Mallory’s vagina, moving straight to her older lover’s clit, which she attacked with lightning-fast flicks of the tongue. Mallory threw her head back, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. “Holy fuck,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “Girl, you are good at this.”

By then, Halee’s own need had become all but unbearable, so she took one hand from Mallory’s backside, allowing it to snake towards her own liquid center. Slipping a finger between her labial folds, she wasn’t a bit surprised to find herself practically sloshing with juices. She flicked a finger across her clit, gasping into Mal’s cunt as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

Mallory, clearly hurdling towards the peak and moaning every few breaths, must have picked up on what Halee was up to. Reaching behind herself, she blindly slapped at Halee’s wrist. “Oh no you don’t,” she blurted. “No m-making yourself come! That’s—oh, shit—that’s my job.”

Halee was aching to come, but she obediently took her hand away, returning it to Mallory’s hip an instant before the woman exploded in orgasm.

It was something to see. Mal was screaming, hips bucking, mashing her pussy against Halee’s mouth. She intertwined the fingers of both hands into the blue-on-black hair, her slender frame beginning to twitch helplessly. Halee felt warm honey flow from Mallory’s pussy to anoint her face as her lover’s climax reached its peak.

Then with a cry of “Oh, God!” Mallory lurched sideways, tearing her cunt away from Halee’s mouth before collapsing atop the teenager, panting for breath. As she rested, Mallory could feel Halee’s hips undulating beneath hers.

Tired though she was, Mal found her own desire reawakened by Halee’s desperate need for release. She leaned in close to nuzzle the girl’s ear. “You’re about to go off like a grenade, aren’t you?” Unable to speak, Halee nodded vigorously. Wasting no time, Mallory began to kiss her way down the thirteen-year-old’s torso.

Moments earlier, just as Mallory had positioned her dripping cunt over Halee’s mouth, Julie was trailing her tongue up Bethany’s inner thighs, switching from one to the other, delighting in the upward jerk of the girl’s pelvis as she just barely grazed those delectable lips, flicked delicately across the top of the mound, then trailed down the top of the knee on the other side. Reversing course, she licked her way up the inside of the other thigh, abruptly bypassing the slit to make her way to Bethany’s cute belly button, which she teased with a playful flick of the tongue. “Ooooh!” the teen squealed.

Julie then played her tongue downward to within a quarter-inch of that sweet slit, but drew back to pry the girl’s cunt open with thumb and finger, pausing to admire the delicate lace of the inner lips, the way they curved gracefully upward to the swollen nub of the clitoris.

Breathing deeply, Julie took in the intoxicating scent of the girl’s arousal. At last she extended her tongue again, flicking it across the engorged nub. “Oh, God!” Bethany yelped. Grinning, Julie slid one finger into the gooey hole, then eased in a second, taking up a brisk tongue motion around Bethany’s clit as she began to draw her fingers in and out.

Bethany responded in a big way with adorable little gasps and sighs, her feet beating out a tattoo on the comforter, clutching Julie’s head with both hands.

To the left, Julie was dimly aware of Mallory crying out in the throes of orgasm, which kicked her excitement up another notch. Still applying her fingers and tongue to Bethany’s cunt, she scrabbled around with her free hand until it fastened on an unused pillow. This she stuffed between her legs, grinding it against her throbbing pussy.

Meanwhile she was finger-fucking Bethany hard and fast, her tongue working feverishly. The young redhead’s high-pitched squeals were giving way to full-voiced, throaty moans.

Next to them, Mallory was switching back and forth between Halee’s nipples, pleasuring each in turn as she slid a hand down the girl’s belly, over the smoothly shaven mound, then down to the vaginal cleft, teasing a finger inside the juicy folds. Halee lifted her buttocks straight off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips.

“Tell me what you want right now,” Mallory murmured. “You just made me come like a fucking hydrogen explosion, so now you get to pick your treat.”

“Finger-fuck me!” Halee blurted without hesitation. A second finger joined the first, then slid deeper, right up to Mal’s third knuckle, the palm of her hand smacking against Halee’s clit. “Oh, God!” she wailed. “Keep d-doing that. But harder!”

Mallory slammed her fingers home again, and Halee yelped as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. It hurt a bit, but somehow that made it even better. Wanting even more, she began to buck against Mallory’s hand.

Mallory flashed the girl a wicked grin. “Dirty bitch… You want it hard and fast, don’t you? Get fucked till you scream?”

“YES!” Halee howled. “Fuck me. FUCK me!”

Pushing herself into a sitting position, Mallory reached down with her free hand, engaging the nubbin of Halee’s clit in a fast circular motion while plunging both fingers in and out, her hand a blur. A liquid sound accompanied each hard thrust.

It took less than a minute of this before Halee felt the relentless approach of her orgasm. “Oh fuck I’m gonna come!” she screamed.

“Oh Halee, me too!” Bethany wailed, her hand flailing until it fastened on Halee’s. The young lovers interlaced their fingers, turning their heads to look into each other’s eyes as they tilted off the edge of the world. High pitched yips emanated from Bethany’s throat as she bucked hard against Julie’s face. Halee was uttering the soft, breathy vocalizations that always accompanied her climax, gripping Mallory’s fingers with powerful contractions of her cunt.

Once the peak of Halee’s climax had passed, she tucked her chin into her chest, still shivering. She heard Bethany heave a contented sigh, felt the girl give her hand a squeeze.

Both girls lay sweaty and still, faces glazed with sweat. Mallory collapsed between Halee and the wall, wrapping an arm around the sticky, spent teen.

The only one yet to come was Julie, who was frantically rubbing herself off with the pillow in her grip, sweat dripping down her face, every breath hissing through gritted teeth.

A grinning Bethany released Halee’s hand, positioned herself so she was kneeling between Julie’s legs, then firmly took the pillow away. “Allow me!” she said before Julie could protest, reaching down to work two fingers into Julie’s slippery hole. Finding the rough spot at the top of the woman’s vaginal wall, she commenced a fast rubbing action.

“Oh, hell yes,” Julie gasped, throwing her head back. “Oh. Oh, fuck, yeah!” Folding her arms, she buried her face in them, an occasional moan escaping. Her hips moved in time with Bethany’s flexing wrist.

Moments later she came, buttocks pumping furiously, clutching her breasts with both hands. Then she was twisting around, rolling away, dislodging Bethany’s fingers.

Julie’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. Then her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at Bethany. “Get up here, you,” she said, beckoning to the younger girl, who draped her thin, waif-like body over the top of Julie’s lanky frame.

The quartet of lovers lay in silence for several minutes, basking in each other’s presence, letting their beating hearts return to normal.

Finally, Halee lay her hand on Bethany’s arm. “I’d call that a successful test run, wouldn’t you?” she said with a grin.

Bethany snickered. “I think we can totally do this.”

“Well,” said Julie, lightly stroking Bethany’s back with the tips of her fingers, “I’ll have to double-check with my partner over there—who appears to have dozed off on us, by the way—but I’m pretty sure you two have an open invitation to, er, revisit this experiment anytime you want.”

Halee and Bethany both laughed. “I have a feeling we’ll be back for more,” said Bethany.

On to Chapter Twenty!

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Down the Rabbit Hole, Chapter 4

  • Posted on June 4, 2026 at 2:06 pm

The Story Thus Far

Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.

 

by BlueJean

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The morning after our unconventional sex education lesson began as usual – me and Kerry in the kitchen, Frankie fast asleep in bed. I still couldn’t quite believe we’d let my eight-year-old daughter watch us have sex, but Kerry seemed blasé about the whole affair, with not a mention of the things she’d witnessed the night before, or even a hint of awkwardness. Weird, how kids just accept stuff.

“Looking forward to staying with Daddy again for the weekend?” I asked, and Kerry responded with a nonchalant shrug. “No?”

“It’s a bit boring sometimes. He does a lot of work stuff in his study, so I just watch TV and read. It’s nice when we go out, but we don’t go out that much.”

Yeah, work was always more important to him than family, I was tempted to say, but didn’t want to start down that path. Dan was an arsehole, sure, but he was still Kerry’s father, and I had no intention of turning her against him. I wasn’t that spiteful.

“Well, you don’t have to go stay with your dad,” I said. “If you want a weekend at home with me and Frankie, you can. We’re not trying to get rid of you or anything.”

Don’t get me wrong, Kerry going to stay with her father for the weekend had been all kinds of fun for me and Frankie. In the early days, when we were still into the club scene, we often ended up bringing some adventurous young thing back to the house for a threesome. Frankie still dragged me out now and then, but I was in my early thirties now, and even though I’m still hot as all hell (well, I am, so deal with it), there comes a time when you have to stop thrashing around on the dance floor and accept the fact that you’re not a teenager anymore.

“I don’t mind staying with Dad,” Kerry was saying. “He’s moving away soon, so I want to visit him as much as I can before he goes.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Well, give him a kick up the bum and tell him to take you out places!”

Kerry peered up at me. “Mummy?”

“Yes?”

“Can I – can I smell your fingers again?”

“Uh… I guess so. If you really want to.”

I mean, what are you supposed to say when your eight-year-old daughter asks if she can smell your pussy from your fingers? Actually, you’re supposed to say no. Obviously.

Well, you started this little game. No one to blame but yourself.

I should’ve nipped it in the bud there and then, but against my better judgement, I brought my fingers up to her nose.

Kerry shook her head. “No, you have to put them down your panties first.”

This seemed to be becoming quite the morning ritual for us. Frankie would’ve set her alarm and booked herself a front row seat if she knew what we’d been doing in the kitchen before school.

I put a hand under my skirt and into my knickers. Christ, I was already so wet. Two fingers slipped inside my pussy with ease. I drew them out and offered them to Kerry, watching as she breathed in my morning musk.

“Nice?” I asked, and she bobbed her head up and down.

I realised I was about to cross another line. That’s what lines are for, right?

“Do you… think you might like a taste?” I ventured.

Kerry looked up at me with wide, blinking eyes. “Your fingers?”

“Yep.”

“Um. Okay.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Last night, when you and Frankie were licking down there, I wondered what it was like.”

“Haven’t you ever had a taste of your own?”

Kerry gave me a little smirk, a hint of colour reaching her cheeks. “Yeah, I’ve licked my fingers after I touch myself, but it’s not strong smelling like you and Frankie. I didn’t know adults tasted themselves, actually. I thought just kids did it.”

“I think most women and girls like the taste of their own pussies. It’s definitely nothing to be ashamed of.” My fingers hovered near Kerry’s lips. “So… you still want to try it?”

Kerry gazed up at me for approval.

“Go ahead,” I told her.

A little tongue snaked its way out of her mouth and tentatively probed along my fingers. I half expected Kerry to screw her face up in disgust, but to my surprise, she took my fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

“More?” I asked, and she responded with another quick nod.

I penetrated myself once again, then popped two glistening fingers into my little girl’s mouth.

“Salty,” Kerry said with a giggle.

I smiled down at her. Then, slave to my own perverted impulses, I pulled the front of my skirt up and tucked it into my belt, rested a foot on the edge of Kerry’s chair, then peeled my panties to one side.

Kerry peered between my legs with a look of comical surprise, then up at my face, then back down to my pussy. My cunt was mere inches from her face, wet and almost pulsing with arousal.

No. No, this is not a particularly good idea, is it? We should probably stop now. Let’s just think this through for a minute.

I slipped my fingers back inside myself, coated them in more viscous fluid, then deposited them into Kerry’s half-open mouth.

“Okay?” I asked with the last vestige of motherly concern I still commanded. “Shall I stop now?”

Kerry shook her head, so I dipped into my throbbing cunt once more, this time taking the opportunity to fuck myself for a few brief seconds, treating my daughter to a lewd display. When I was done, I offered her the messy digits.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “Taste Mummy’s pussy.”

Back and forth my fingers went – cunt to mouth, mouth to cunt. I smeared my juices across Kerry’s lips, hissing out dirty words before I could stop them. “Oooh, yeah. You like how that tastes, sweetie? You like how it smells? Look how wet you’ve made Mummy.”

I cradled the back of Kerry’s head and without thinking much about it, began to coax her towards my open cunt.

It was a glance at the clock on the wall that saved me from doing something even more stupid and reckless that morning.

“Oh, crap!” I exclaimed, snapping the crotch of my panties back into place and untucking my skirt. “We’re running late. Quick, put your shoes on.”

Kerry bounced from the chair and ran off to look for her school shoes.

“And brush your teeth again!” I called after her. “We don’t want your teachers wondering why your breath smells of pussy.”

I’ll bet no other parent in the entirety of human history had ever said that to their child before. Go me, I guess.

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On Saturday, Kerry was away at her dad’s for the weekend, and Frankie went to visit her family for the day.

Frankie’s dad wasn’t particularly accepting of our relationship, and she’d fallen out with him because of it. Her mum was pretty laid back about her daughter being a lesbian, though, and despite the fact that Frankie detested the small country village where she grew up, she made some effort to get back there from time to time. I’d accompanied her on a couple of occasions, but honestly, I found it a little uncomfortable being stuck in the middle of their family rift. I sometimes felt Frankie brandished me like a weapon in front of her father, as if to say, “Yeah, I’m a dyke! You got a problem with that?”

Anyway, with some free time on my hands, I phoned my sister Judy to see if she was up for doing anything, and we decided to take Izzy to visit a bird sanctuary. My five-year-old niece was thrilled by the prospect. She zoomed around like a mad thing, introducing herself to all the birds. Judy and I trailed after her, passing time with the usual small talk.

Judy regaled me with tales of baking cakes for school fêtes and organising raffles, both alien concepts to me. I told her about my ex-husband moving to Dubai (Dubai was more than welcome to him, I was keen to point out), and Frankie’s problems with her family.

I also mentioned Kerry’s issues at school.

“The other kids in her class made fun of her because she has two mums.”

“That must be hard for her. Is she being bullied?” my sister asked.

“I don’t think so. They were just curious about how girls have sex together.”

“Oh, okay. Well, kids can be insensitive sometimes, can’t they? I don’t think they mean to.”

“Yeah. So me and Frankie decided to let Kerry watch us have sex,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. I loved teasing my sister.

“That’s nice,” Judy replied absent-mindedly as she tried to keep tabs on her five-year-old. “Izzy, stop waving your hands around! You’ll scare the crows.”

“They’re ravens, not crows,” I corrected her.

“Oh, are they?” Judy stopped dead in her tracks and gawped at me. “Wait, what did you just say!?”

“I said, they’re ravens. Crows are smaller.”

“No, before that.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. We let Kerry watch us fuck.”

“Bullshit,” my sister declared.

“No, we did. We just wanted to demystify the whole sex thing for her. Show her it’s normal for girls to make love with other girls.”

My sister just stood there, her mouth agape.

Izzy raced over to us and pointed to a majestic looking raven. “That bird just did a massive poo!” she informed us, then sped off again.

“Are you trying to shock me?” Judy asked.

“No,” I laughed. “I’m just telling you what happened, that’s all.”

“You let her watch you have sex? Seriously? Was she okay with it? What did she do?”

“Yeah, she seemed to enjoy it. I mean, we didn’t go at it like we usually do. None of the really kinky stuff.”

“Wow,” Judy said as we continued down the winding path. “I don’t know quite what to say to that. Watching kiddy porn, smelling Kerry’s panties, letting her watch you have sex? You’re really running with this, aren’t you?”

“I’m kind of making it up as I go, to be honest,” I admitted. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having fun.”

“And what does Frankie think about it all?”

“Frankie? She has a laptop full of video clips just like the one she sent you the other day. What do you think?”

“And Kerry was really okay with watching you?”

“What, you think we tied her to the chair while we went at it? She was rubbing her teddy bear on her pussy, Judy. I think it’s safe to say she was comfortable with the situation.”

Judy gave a little shiver. “Bloody hell. You’re making me horny.”

“Everything makes you horny,” I told her.

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After Izzy had run out of birds to torment, we went shopping. I purchased a pair of smart trousers and a nice tunic shirt, and Judy bought herself a pair of boots.

At some point, we ended up in the kids department of some clothing store to buy stuff for Izzy. In a rather worrying development, I discovered it was now all but impossible to look at little girls’ panties without seeing them as objects of lust. And finding myself surrounded by rack upon rack of cute undies was a bit like taking an alcoholic to the pub, I considered.

Judy must have known what I was thinking. “Do you want some time alone with the panties?” she asked coyly.

I gave her arm a playful swat. “Shut up, I’m not completely deranged. Besides, the clean ones don’t do it for me.”

Judy picked up a couple of pairs of tiny knickers from a nearby rack and brandished them in front of me. They had cartoon animals printed on them. “Hmm. I think these would look good on Izzy,” she said with a smirk. “What do you think, Aunty Sarah?”

Served me right for teasing her back at the bird sanctuary, I guess.

“They’re cute,” I agreed, running my fingers across the soft cotton. One pair had a panda on the crotch, the other a koala bear.

“Do you like them, Izzy?” my sister asked.

Izzy peered up at the undies with a look of abject boredom that only small children dragged round the shops by their parents can muster. “Yeah, I like polar bears,” she declared. Well, they were definitely bears.

“Maybe we should buy them and go back to Aunty Sarah’s, so you can try them on. What do you think?”

Izzy didn’t seem to have an opinion one way or another, but both Judy and I knew it was really a question aimed at me. What game was my sister playing? I had to wonder if Izzy even needed new knickers.

Before I had time to question her motives, Judy was marching up to the checkout.

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Back at my place, I opened a bottle of rosé while Judy made herself at home on the couch. I tried not to get into the habit of drinking at home during the day, but I figured weekends were fair game.

Izzy was having a rather civilised tea party on the floor with Mr Ruffles and a couple of Kerry’s plastic dinosaurs.

Judy rifled through our bags and pulled out the new undies, snapping the tags off. “Izzy, come and try on your knickers. I’ll bet Aunty Sarah would love to see you in them.”

I scowled at my sister. “What’re you doing?”

Judy looked at me innocently. “Huh? I’m not doing anything. You’ve seen Izzy running around naked loads of times.”

Izzy bounced over to her mum and Judy put an arm around the little girl’s waist. “What pair should we try first?” she asked the five-year-old.

“The polar bear ones,” Izzy decided after some consideration, pointing at the pair with the panda on the front.

“Okay,” my sister said. “Let’s take your old ones off.”

Izzy reached beneath her dress to pull her panties down but my sister intervened. “Lift your dress up and Mummy’ll take your knickers off for you.”

My niece hiked her denim dress up to reveal a pair of white knickers, a stark contrast against her naturally tanned legs. Judy locked eyes with me, thumbs hooked into the waistband of the little girl’s undies. She tugged them down just enough to expose a hint of puffy mound.

“Down they co-ome!” my sister chirped. “Slowly, slowly, slowly down those sweet little leggies!”

Izzy giggled at her mother’s foolishness. I reached for my wine and took a mouthful, a thin smile playing on my lips. I wasn’t certain if Judy was simply teasing or if things were about to escalate.

“Sarah?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you watching?”

I put my wine glass back down on the coffee table. “Yes, I’m watching. Carry on.”

Judy slid the panties down a little further, slowly unveiling the child’s neat slit. My sister was right – I’d seen Izzy capering about in various states of undress before, but now, with all these wicked ideas floating around in my head, seeing my niece this way, knickers halfway down her legs, took on a new, dangerous significance.

And Judy knew damn well what she was doing, didn’t she? Of course she did. Because she had that look, the one that had got us into so much mischief as kids. Older sister. Instigator. Younger sister can do nothing but follow. Oh, I’m not nearly so naïve these days, but what harm was there in slipping back into those old roles? Just to see where Judy was going with this. Just to find out what would happen.

I squeezed my thighs together, the ache in my loins already demanding attention.

“Here come those naugh-ty knick-ers!” Judy intoned, pulling the small panties down to Izzy’s knees. “I wonder if Aunty Sarah would like a picture of you with your undies round your legs.”

“Do you want to, Aunty Sarah?” Izzy asked seriously.

“Uh. Oh, yeah, that’d be lovely,” I told her, reaching for my phone to capture the moment before it was lost forever. Definitely one for the family album.

The panties continued their journey down my niece’s legs until they were ringed around her ankles.

“Lift your feet up, poppet,” Judy said and Izzy stepped out of her knickers. “Give them to Aunty Sarah to look after.”

Izzy scooped up her underpants and handed them to me with an angelic smile.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Judy pretended to whisper in her five-year-old’s ear, knowing full well I could hear every word. “Aunty Sarah happens to be quite fond of little girls’ panties. Did you know that, Izzy?”

My niece looked both intrigued and slightly suspicious. “Why?”

“Well, she’s very naughty, you see. She likes to smell them when no one’s looking.” Judy curved an eyebrow at me. “Go on, Aunty Sarah. Give them a little sniff.”

“This is ridiculous,” I snorted, feeling more than a little self-conscious.

“Aww, come on,” Judy pouted. “It’s just a bit of fun.”

My sister was playing a game, that much was clear. The question was, how far would she allow it to go? It would serve her right if I called her bluff.

I bought Izzy’s knickers to my nose to sample their delights. Still warm to the touch, they bore the faint scent of little girl, of young sex pressed into soft cotton, the subtlest of perfumes.

Judy ran her tongue along her lower lip as she watched me smell her five-year-old’s knickers. What the hell were we all doing? It was madness.

Izzy was delighted to see me with my face buried in her underwear. “Aunty Sarah, you’re silly!”

“Well? Are they good?” Judy asked with a smirk.

I offered her a sassy look, then spun the tiny pair of undies round my finger, launching them at my smug-looking sister. “Why don’t you try them for yourself?”

“I’m not the panty pervert in this family,” she said, dropping the knickers onto the couch. She gave me a coy look, then casually stuffed them under a cushion. “Things get lost down the back of sofas all the time, don’t they?” Plucking the new panties from the coffee table, she helped Izzy step in, then slid them up the child’s legs, releasing the elastic with a snap. “Go and show Aunty Sarah,” she said, giving her daughter a soft pat on the bum.

Izzy toddled over to me with a proud smile and lifted her dress.

“Wow, so cool!” I gushed. “Pandas are awesome!”

“It’s a polar bear!” Izzy insisted, letting her dress go, then snatching it back up.

“Izzy, let Aunty Sarah take your dress off. Then she’ll be able to see your new panties better.”

“‘Kay.”

Izzy held her arms aloft to let me pull the dress up over her head, leaving her standing there in nothing but the new knickers and a pair of pink pumps. I paused to admire the five-year-old’s Mediterranean complexion, the almost jet-black hair tumbling down across her narrow shoulders and onto her boyish chest. She was going to break some hearts when she was older.

“Let Aunty Sarah feel how soft they are,” Judy told her little girl.

My niece planted her hands on her hips and thrust her crotch towards me, blissfully unaware of the charged atmosphere in the room.

I reached out to touch the new cotton, fingers teasing the contours of the plump swell beneath.

Before I could take my hand away, Judy caught my wrist and guided me back between the little girl’s legs. “Touch her some more,” she murmured softly.

I gently trailed a finger through Izzy’s slit, the warmth of her pussy radiating out into the surrounding material.

“Does that feel nice?” I asked her and she gave me a small nod, mesmerised by the motions my hand was making between her legs.

“Izzy, why don’t you stand over Aunty Sarah on the sofa?” my sister said. “Give her a nice close-up view.”

I sank back into the couch, and Izzy clambered up, her legs on either side of me. Her crotch was just a few inches from my face. She smelled impossibly sweet.

“I think Mr. Polar Bear would like a little kiss,” my sister cooed from the other end of the couch, a hand disappearing beneath the elastic of her leggings.

I wondered who would call time out first – me or Judy. “Do you think I should, Izzy?” I asked my niece.

“Yah!” Izzy trilled. “Polar bears like kisses!”

I planted my lips on her mons, kissing it through her panties.

“It tickles!” my niece squealed, her hands locked around my shoulders.

“Shall I stop?”

Izzy shook her head from side to side, so I kissed her again, my mouth lingering this time. I parted my lips and enveloped the five-year-old’s vulva, tongue venturing out to enjoy a sneaky taste through the soft cotton.

“I can feel your tongue!” my niece gasped.

I peered across at my sister, hoping I hadn’t gone too far. Judy’s eyes were glazed over, her hand working studiously beneath her leggings. I thought we’d taken the game as far as we dared, and was about to deposit Izzy back onto the floor, when my sister ventured, “I wonder what Aunty Sarah’s tongue would feel like without your panties on, Izzy.”

“Judy…” I murmured, shaking my head.

“Come on, Sarah,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. ”Don’t lose your nerve now. Just try it, okay?”

“Shall I take them off?” Izzy asked innocently, fingers poised at the waistband of her knicks.

“Let Aunty Sarah do it,” my sister replied.

I gazed up at Izzy, then down between her tanned legs, then across at my masturbating sister. I let out a resigned breath, as if to say, “Well, I don’t really want to, but if you insist,” like somehow I had no choice in the matter, that my sister cajoling me into licking her little girl while she watched was a chore that simply couldn’t be put off any longer.

Right. Sure. And while we’re at it, let’s pretend your knickers aren’t soaked through at the thought of tasting your niece. 

Izzy’s new panties made their way back down her legs and over her knees, the little cuts and scrapes there betraying the clumsiness of her years. Finally, they lay nestled around her ankles, and Izzy lifted each foot in turn so I could slip them off.

“Kiss her kitty,” my sister said in a voice thick with lust.

I took a moment to breathe in the scent of my niece’s vagina before moistening my lips, then gently kissing her there. I teased my tongue out and flicked it across her labia, making Izzy jerk back with a breathless giggle.

“Tickles?” I asked, and she bobbed her head up and down. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, applying more pressure this time. “Better?”

“Mmm.”

“Good girl,” my sister murmured, reaching across to stroke Izzy’s bare bottom, the other hand still toiling away between her own legs.

I licked and sucked on Izzy’s pussy, desperate to really go to work on her, to press my tongue into her hole, to coax out her tiny clitoris, maybe even to spin her round, spread those chubby bum cheeks apart and taste her arse.

But I had to show at least a hint of restraint. I didn’t want to scare my niece, or give Judy a reason to come to her senses and put a stop to this. Not that she seemed inclined to do that any time soon, judging by the hunger in her eyes and the sounds of her fingers sloshing around in her pussy.

Izzy rested both hands on the back of my head, tilting her pelvis to meet my mouth. I peered up and found her gazing back at me with a sleepy grin. Was she getting aroused? Could she get aroused? Was it possible for a girl so young, or was it simply the soothing, repetitive motions of my tongue making her dreamy and drowsy?

Then, without even touching myself, I felt my own pleasure ripple through me. Uncoupling from Izzy’s glistening vagina, I groaned out loud, breaking into a series of fits and starts.

“Are you gonna sneeze, Aunty Sarah?” Izzy asked me.

“I – I thought I was,” I told her, my voice hoarse and shaky, “b-but I’m okay now.”

Judy rose from the couch on unsteady legs. She picked Izzy up and deposited her onto the floor with a motherly kiss to the cheek, then unceremoniously pulled me to my feet. “Put your panties and dress back on, Izzy. I’m just going to the toilet with Aunty Sarah, and then we’ll go home and make dinner.”

“Okay,” Izzy said, looking around for her clothes. “Um… I can’t find my old knickers.”

“Just put on a pair of the new ones!” Judy called back, practically dragging me upstairs to the bathroom. She marshalled me inside, pressing me back against the closing door with breathless urgency. She shoved her leggings and knickers down to her ankles, then wrestled me out of my jeans. “I need to fuck you,” she hissed, forcing her cunt against mine. I managed to hoist a foot up onto the toilet seat, making it easier for us to fit snugly together.

As Judy ground frantically against me, heady childhood memories came flooding back. We’d done this so many times as kids, the bathroom being the only space in the house with a door that locked. Judy bending me over the basin, rubbing her pussy on my arse. Me eating her out as she sat on the toilet with her legs spread. The two of us soaping one another up in the shower, learning what felt good, discovering all the ways girls can please other girls.

“Well, someone’s got themselves all worked up,” I teased, grasping my sister’s buttocks. “Can’t imagine why.”

“You started it,” Judy groaned.

“I didn’t start it,” I protested, slipping a finger into her arse as she rubbed herself on me. “It was you that took us to the panty shop. And you made me lick Izzy’s pussy.”

“Well, if you hadn’t told me about letting Kerry watch you and Frankie fuck, my knickers wouldn’t be soaked through all the sodding time thinking about it,” Judy shot back.

“Now, now. Let’s not bicker. What is it Mum used to say when we argued?”

“Play nicely, girls!” we both intoned as one.

“Kiss me,” Judy demanded. “I want to taste my little girl on you while I come.”

“Ooh, nasty!” I cooed, then did as she asked, my tongue slipping easily into her mouth.

Judy spasmed against me, her arse cheeks clenching and unclenching around my finger. How’s this for playing nicely, Mother? I thought.

“Mummy, hurry up!” Izzy hollered on the other side of the door.

“All right, I’m c-coming!” Judy called back, working out the last of her orgasm on my leg.

“You sure are,” I tittered.

5

After Judy and Izzy left for home, I collapsed onto the couch and switched on the TV. I could still smell the aftermath of sex, musky and feminine, lingering in the air like a guilty secret.

Some things are too big to get your head round, I think, so your mind just kind of shuts down. I could’ve mused on how I’d finally crossed the line from merely dabbling with the taboo into a full-on practical demonstration of incestuous paedophilia. Instead, I lined up all my excuses like tin soldiers on a make-believe battlefield.

Izzy had been anything but unwilling. In fact, she’d thrust herself against my mouth while I licked her. I’d been gentle with her, and she’d smiled down at me, content, accepting.

And Judy… well, it was my sister who told me to go down on her little girl, wasn’t it? She’d nudged me forwards like she always used to. Go on, Sarah. Don’t be a chicken. Cluck cluck cluck!

Well, it was done. A moment of madness that would surely never be repeated. We’d explained to Izzy that she mustn’t ever tell a soul, that it was our special secret, and a lollipop had changed hands to sweeten the deal.

Icky? Yeah, I know. I know. 

Frankie would be home soon, but I still had time for another quick diddle. My sister rubbing her cunt against mine had taken me halfway there, and I knew just the thing to finish myself off. I reached between two of the sofa cushions and pulled out my niece’s adorable little panties.

And down I went.

On to Chapter Five!

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