Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Karin Halle

Much as I longed to make love to Louise, I found myself hesitating after that first passionate kiss. Could I actually engage in lesbian sex with a girl of thirteen I’d met less than two hours ago?

I’d shared pleasure with my daughter because it was her last wish before she died: to make love to a woman. It had proven to be a wonderful experience for us both, but I’d done some intense soul-searching in the process, grappling with my own uncertainty and guilt. I gave my sweet Larissa what she wanted, but the journey to that decision was anything but easy.

Tragic circumstances led me to make love with my daughter, but how could I possibly justify doing the same with Louise? She’s still practically a child, my conscience insisted. How can she know what she wants?

Clearly able to sense my inner conflict, Louise gazed up at me, “If you don’t feel up to it, that’s okay,” she said. “I understand.”

“It isn’t that I don’t want to,” I insisted. “After the way you made me feel, I very much want to make love to you. I mean, my God, you’re so damned adorable… and you want to, to be with me — I can see that….” Not knowing what else to say, I fell silent.

Louise smiled, but there was sadness evident in her eyes. “You can’t help but feel guilty, huh?” She knew I would be unable to reply, so she listed my misgivings for me.

“I’m only thirteen,” she said, “and you’re not s’posed to do stuff with underage girls. You’re not gay, and the only reason you did it with your daughter was because it was her dying wish. And it was a one-time only thing, right? Plus, you barely know me, and if that wasn’t enough, my mum’s in the next room.” Her face showed no expression as she added, “Is there anything else?”

When I said nothing, she held up her fingers to check off my objections, dismissing them one by one.

“Making love has nothing to do with age. I’ve got my period, so I can get pregnant… which means that I’m a woman, old enough to have sex. The age of consent is fourteen in lots of places, even twelve or thirteen, sometimes. Isn’t it weird that you can’t legally fuck in one place, but then you cross a border and it’s okay?”

Unsurprisingly, I had nothing to say to that, so one item was off her list and she went on to the issue of gender.

“Maybe you’re not into women, but you still did it with your daughter. That isn’t enough to make you gay – maybe bisexual, though. You had other reasons for making love to her than just sex. Isn’t that right?”

It was a direct question, but I don’t know whether she really expected me to answer. I remained silent, and another issue had been addressed and resolved.

“Okay, maybe we barely know each other… but that ought not to matter if you feel any kind of sexual attraction for me. In fact, couldn’t that make everything less awkward? And as for Mum being in the next room… I told you, my mother and I make love regularly.”

Louise stood up, waiting, in case I had thought of anything to say.

I had, but only more questions. “You and Alex — your Mum — how long have you two been.?”

Her smile became coy – whether it was genuine or an act, I had no clue. “Fucking? Maybe I shouldn’t say, but… more than two years now.” Even I could work out that simple arithmetic – she’d been no more than eleven.

“And… how many other women…?”

There was no doubting her sincerity because her answer sounded like a confession. “None.”

Somehow, that made things worse. “Then why me?”

The mask of maturity seemed to slip from Louise. “It’s like I told you before. I just… felt something when we first met. I knew it was meant to be… that you and I are supposed to be together..”

Thirteen years old, naked, and fresh from giving me a most amazing orgasm… and she suddenly looked like the kid she’s supposed to be.

“If you don’t make love to me tonight, you will some other time. It’s going to happen, Karin – I know it.”

She had already proven herself to be insightful to an almost uncanny extent, and I accepted that she was probably right about that too.

In the face of the inarguable logic of Louise’s arguments, and her certainty that we would become lovers sooner or later, I succumbed to her seduction.

To be honest, what really happened is that I gave into my lust for her. Sure, my concerns and objections had been genuine — but all I really needed was an excuse to salve my conscience.

Reaching out, I took Louise’s hand, gently drawing her down until she was lying beside me.

As I kissed her, I was careful to be gentle, conscious of how young she was. In the heat of the moment, it somehow slipped my mind that she was already an experienced lesbian, one who had taken me to an incredible peak mere minutes ago.

Clearly impatient with my careful lovemaking, Louise seized the moment — crushing her mouth to mine,  her tongue demanding entry.

I was stunned, thrilled to bits by this sweet, intelligent girl’s transformation into a tigress. But while I was happy to let her set the pace, I wasn’t about to let her take control. I figured that Louise’s mum had set a high standard when it came to the intensity of their lovemaking, and I was determined to equal or better that.

My tongue met hers, darting like a striking snake into my young lover’s mouth. Louise made a little squeaking sound that might have been surprise.

As we kissed, I put a hand to her conical breast. Her tits were absolutely flawless, putting me in mind of ice cream, of all things — a vanilla cone with a cherry on top.

I’d already made up my mind that if this youngster intended to play sex games, she’d have to run with the grownups. Grasping Louise’s left nipple, I gave it a pinch, then tugged it – not too roughly, just enough to make her gasp into my mouth, a hard shiver racing through the girl’s frame.

Shifting my attention to her other breast, I bent to take the tip of it between my lips, letting a hand trail down her body, over the soft belly and beyond.

As my fingers reached her baby-smooth mons, I sucked hard on her nipple, simultaneously flicking it with my tongue. Louise squealed and clutched my face to her chest. I could hear the frantic beatbeatbeat of her heart, so I figured I was at least equalling the high marks that Alex had set in bed with her daughter.

I slipped a finger into the narrow valley between her swollen labia, thrilled to discover how hot and juicy she was. No doubt about it, this thirteen-year-old nymph was primed and ready for action. Using my thumb to tease Louise’s clitoris, I slipped a finger into her cunt.

She didn’t need foreplay, not this time. That would come after she’d had her first climax. And if I had my way, it would quickly lead to a second one.

Her vagina was open, wet, and very tight. I pumped a finger in and out a few times before I curled it upward, seeking out the inner surface where her G-spot lurked. As I touched Louise there, I pressed my thumb firmly down on the clitoris, then gave her nipple a gentle bite.

Louise immediately went off in a wailing orgasm, her body bucking wildly. She wasn’t able to dislodge me, though, and I managed to keep pleasuring her until she was on the verge of coming again, blurting, “Holy fuck, holy fuck!” over and over.

Before she came too far off the boil, I shifted position so I was between her legs. Using my thumbs to spread the girl’s labia, dark pink and swollen with desire, I put my face to her wet pussy. I was gulping down her thick, sweet honey, trying to draw more out of her.

Focused as I was on the task at hand, it barely registered when I heard Alex’s voice. “Louise, kindly keep the noise down. I’m trying to sleep, and the neighbours probably are too!”

Louise breathlessly replied, “S-sorry, Mum. Oh God, oh God! Fuck, I’m… I’m… ”

She was bouncing around so much that I wrapped both arms around her thin, pale thighs to keep my mouth where it belonged – buried in her wet pussy.

I heard Alex sigh. “Guess I’m not getting any sleep until you two are finished. Don’t be doing this all night, okay?” I thought I could hear her padding away.

Wanting even more of my lover’s nectar, I drove my tongue into her cunt, using it as a scoop to get more. At the same time, I took her clit between finger and thumb, then gave it a gentle tweak.

That was sufficient to make Louise come again, and she was unable to stifle a cry of delight. That was when I heard Alex say, “My God… you two are so fucking hot together.”

Startled, I raised my head to see Louise’s mum standing nearby, watching us. All she wore was a skimpy pair of dark blue knickers, and her right hand was fiddling about inside them. She was watching me fuck her thirteen year old daughter, as cool as could be.

Never before had I had sex before an audience – let alone my lover’s mother.

Louise was panting heavily as Alex began to whimper, the woman’s eyes still riveted to us as she rapidly approached an orgasm of her own. It was a thrilling sight, especially knowing that she was reacting to the sight of her daughter and me getting hot and sweaty together.

Caught up in the moment’s rapture, Alex shuddered, swaying where she stood, still masturbating. She nearly lost balance at one point, but managed to right herself.

Now Louise was watching along with me as her mum’s ecstasy crested, then waned. Finally, Alex gave us a sleepy smile, then she padded over to where we lay, carefully seating herself on the bed. Raising her hand, she casually sucked at the glistening fingertips.

“That was sooo cool, Mum,” Louise murmured. “Love you…” She drifted into a contented yawn.

“I love you too, baby,” Alex said, patting her daughter’s bare hip.

I cuddled Louise’s sweat-drenched body to me, curling myself around her. She was already falling asleep.

“Well, good night,” Alex said, slowly rising to her feet. “Oh, and just so you know, Karin — tomorrow morning, it’s my turn.” With a wink, she turned and made her exit.

With a dozing Louise in my arms, I lay awake for a while, marvelling at this extremely odd situation I’d somehow stumbled into. I recall wondering how my poor lost Larissa would have felt about it. Maybe it was self-serving on my part, but I honestly believed that she would approve.

Not long after that, I drifted off.

***

As I began to awaken, I had a feeling of extreme confusion. I was in a single bed – how was that possible?

An image began to seep into my brain – the image of a naked body. It was a girl, slender and very young.

Louise! Suddenly, I was wide awake.

My little sex-kitten, however, was still very much asleep. No wonder – we’d fucked each other silly just a few hours earlier.

I slithered out of her bed, stretched my stiff limbs and padded my way to the kitchen, still naked.

Alex was already there, also naked, pouring a large glass of orange juice. She held up the bottle as an invitation.

I ought to have been embarrassed. I was face to face with a woman whose underage daughter I’d just made love to. I was also nude, and would normally have quickly concealed myself. But in this strange new world lesbian incest with underage girls was normal, my lack of clothing barely registered.

“Thanks,” I said, gratefully taking a glass of juice from Alex’s hand.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I began.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what?”

I pulled a chair from under the kitchen table and sat down heavily. “I don’t know – for having sex with your little girl, for keeping you awake… and anything else I might have done.”

She gave a merry laugh. “There’s no reason to apologise for fucking Louise – she wanted it, for God’s sake. Anyhow, I don’t believe you’re sorry at all.” She sat down opposite me. “As for the noise… well, you were a bit loud, but Louise was making the bloody walls shake.”

It was impossible for me not to chuckle.

“God, you really did get her off,” Alex said admiringly. Was she really complimenting me on how well I’d fucked her child?

“She must have fallen hard for you, Karin. I knew it when she asked you to take her picture. She would never let anybody photograph her like that, except me.” She paused, then added, “You do know that I brought you home so I could make a move on you, right? But Louise stole you right from under my nose.”

Something Louise had said came back to me. “She told me that we’re meant to be together, or something like that – as if it was already in the stars.”

“Don’t dismiss that notion. Louise does seem to have some sort of… sense for things. Not for seeing the future, as such – if she could do that, I’d have her picking race winners – but a… well, let’s call it a sensitivity to other people. When she says stuff like that, she’s more often right than not.”

Only a few days ago I would almost certainly have scoffed, but now it didn’t seem hard to believe.

Alex drained her glass, got up and placed it in the sink, then came back to me. “Come along, you.”

Stupid me, I looked up at her and said, “Huh?’

She gave me a grin that was practically feral. “I told you last night. My daughter may have nicked you from me yesterday… but it’s Mummy’s turn now, and I expect you to give me as good a fuck as Louise got.” She held out her hand to me, and I hesitantly took it.

Alex stood me up, plucked the glass from my hand and set it on the table. Then she kissed me.

I quickly realised that mother and daughter had very different approaches to kissing. Louise’s kisses were sweet but insistent, perfectly capturing the excitement of new love. She made me feel like the horny teen I once was. Alex kissed like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted: a hot, sweaty fuck. She was demanding, but sure enough of herself that she didn’t need to be aggressive.

When we finally drifted apart, Alex was wearing that bad-girl grin again. “Ready for more?” she purred.

“Lead the way,” I told her.

We travelled through the house to Alex’s bedroom. She didn’t bother with closing the door — just climbed onto the bed, drawing me down with her.

When we began to make love, neither of us took the lead. With Louise, first she’d made love to me, then I pleasured her. With Alex, though, it was a shared experience, taking and giving at the same time.

It was my first sexual experience with an adult woman. My lesbian history was limited, to say the least – I’d been with my virgin daughter, then I’d had the far more experienced Louise. As for Alex, it was clear that she knew what she was doing.

We soon found ourselves in a sixty-nine — but instead of using our mouths on each other’s cunts, we were indulging in a vigorous bout of finger-fucking, our movements growing more and more intense with each thrust.

It made no difference which of us began to peak first, because her climax fuelled mine and mine hers, and we came almost simultaneously, as if we’d planned it that way.

Afterwards, we lay in that same position, idly toying with each other’s still-tender pussy.

We shared a long, blissful silence, then Alex spoke up. “Karin, there’s something we need to discuss. It’s clear to me that my daughter really wants to be in a serious romantic relationship with you… and I feel pretty certain that you feel the same way.

“I want you to know that I’m fine with that, but… well, I’ll still want to make love with Louise, too.  She’s my daughter, after all.”

In the normal world, that statement would have been the height of irony. In Alex-Louise World, however, it was to be taken at face value.

“And I want to keep making love to you as well,” she added.

That seemed to make perfect sense as well — in Alex-Louise-Karin World, that is.

“Will you be able to handle that?”

My answer was immediate — although it surprised even me, just a little. “Alex, I can handle anything, as long as I have a home in Louise’s heart… and a place in her bed.”

“God, that is so sweet!” came a young voice.

My head jerked up like it was on a string. Sure enough, Louise was standing in the doorway. Needless to say, she wasn’t wearing a stitch. I was beginning to forget what she looked like with clothes on.

“How long h-have you been there?” I gasped. Apparently this mother/daughter pair not only enjoyed making love with one another, they also liked watching each other having it off with someone else.

Louise snickered, then declared, “Hey, at least I waited till you guys were done!”

Alex and I shared a glance, then we burst into laughter. Louise took advantage of our mirth to edge her way into the room.

“Mum?” she began, wearing a wistful expression. “Can I please cuddle with you guys now? If you’re finished, that is.”

Little minx, I thought.

“Silly girl,” Alex replied, gazing at her child with adoring eyes. “You know you can always get in bed with me, sweetheart. No matter what! But right now, we have a guest.” She turned to me. “What do you think, Karin? Want to make room for this sexy brat?”

“Hey! I’m not a brat!” Louise mock-scowled.

“Oh, the more, the merrier,” I answered, raising the blanket to welcome our young guest. “In you get, my sweet.”

“Cool!” Louise squealed. Clambering into position between us, she steadied herself by resting a hand in the middle of my chest. No sooner had she touched me, than she flinched as if she’d just received an electric shock.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Alex asked.

“Whoa… I had this, this funny feeling. It went all the way up my arm and into my chest,” the girl answered.

“You’d better not be having a heart attack, young lady,” said Alex.

“You know what I think, Karin?” Louise said, capturing me all over again with those deep blue eyes. “It was your daughter. She was connecting your heart to mine.”

I felt a surge of warmth that seemed to illuminate me from the inside. Drawing Louise to me, I kissed her tenderly. “You know, I’m sorry you never got to meet Larissa… something tells me that she would have loved you.” I kissed her again. “Almost as much as I do.”

“I love you too, Karin,” Louise whispered, nestling into my arms. Her steady breathing told me that she would soon be asleep. I felt Alex’s lips brush my cheek, then she too settled down.

Me, I lay still and quiet, cuddling my new lover, too much going on in my head to even think about sleep. Instead, I lost myself in memories of Larissa. Now, though, they didn’t hurt so much.

The End 

If you’ve enjoyed this story, check out the follow-up by the same author: Louise’s Portfolio.

Author’s Note: As always, I want to thank JetBoy for helping me to tell the story. His editing and suggestions made everything clearer and more complete.

1

Error happened.

by Karin Halle

My decision to pull up roots and move to a new city was made easily enough. The death of my daughter Larissa had left me with no reason or desire to stay where I was. Nothing remained but unhappy memories and an all-encompassing sadness. At the age of thirty-seven, I ached for a fresh start, a new life with nothing and nobody from my past.

The only thing that moving to a new location couldn’t fix was the hole in my heart – actually, it was a hole in my entire life.

Larissa’s passing at fourteen had left me devastated – and alone. My parents were long gone, and I was an only child, just as my daughter had been. Her father had not been in contact with either of us for years; in fact, he couldn’t have known that his child had died.

My friends all understood why I had to leave, and we vowed to keep in touch with each other. Well, everyone knows how those promises usually work out.

Having only myself to support, I didn’t need full-time employment, which made it fairly easy to obtain work in my new home town. The fact that it was a larger city also helped, and made finding an apartment with a single bedroom easy to arrange as well. The building was located in a lovely suburb, and for the first time in more than a year, I began to think of my life in the future tense. I even emailed a few friends from my old hometown to tell them how well I was doing.

I soon realised, however, that working part-time left me with too many idle hours, and I knew that sitting around in the little apartment that was now my home was an invitation to dwell on Larissa and how badly my heart still ached for her. After looking into the various options available to me, I decided to join a local art society.

It made perfect sense. Art had been one of my better subjects at school, so I wouldn’t have to start as a complete novice. That said, none of my own work from all those years ago still existed, so I had no portfolio of work to show the group. I did, at least, have drawings and a painting that my daughter had done. I was extremely proud of them… they were, along with photos of her, my most treasured possessions. Naturally, I showed them to the art society and was delighted that they attracted positive responses. All parents think that their kids are great artists, so it’s especially nice when the compliments come from somebody else.

Most members of the art society were seniors, who were only there for something to keep them occupied and enjoyed chatting as much as painting. Few of them were what I’d call capable artists. There was one notable exception, aside from the retired teacher who supervised our group: a woman in her mid-forties named Alex.

We hit it off right away. Alex told me that she was delighted to have a new member of the group who possessed even a hint of artistic talent. In fact, what she said was, “Thank goodness… somebody who knows which end of the brush to put the paint on!”

Although her assessment of the group was completely accurate, she had the good grace to say it after making sure she couldn’t be overheard. We shared a private chuckle.

A couple of weeks later, Alex suggested that we should have a bite together after class.

She took me to a quaint but superb little cafe, where we chatted almost exclusively about art. Once again, Alex expressed pleasure at being able to talk seriously about the subject with somebody, anybody.

Before we knew it, the evening was closing in. We agreed to split the bill and took out our wallets. Alex would put the whole thing on her card, and I’d give her cash for my half of the order. She handed the credit card to the waitress, who promptly set off with it.

Then Alex gave me a thoughtful look as if she was trying to decide something. After a moment, she reached into her handbag, bringing out a small manila envelope. From this, she extracted a piece of paper. For a moment she looked at it, then at me, finally handing it over.

It turned out to be a flier, an invitation to an art exhibition scheduled for the coming Friday. An exclusive art exhibition, according to the invitation. It was addressed to Alex, ‘and friend’.

I was thrilled that she had chosen to extend the invitation to me, seeing as we’d only known each other for a couple of weeks — and I told her so.

“Let me ask you something,” she said. “Do you consider yourself to be an open-minded person? About art, I mean?”

That puzzled me, but I tried not to let that show. “Well, when it comes to culture, I’m not easily offended,” I told her. “Why do you ask?”

Her answer was simple: “You’ll see.”

“What’s this exhibition about, then? Is it pornographic?”

Alex shrugged. “Pornography, art – the two are sometimes interchangeable. How do you distinguish one from the other? And who decides which is which? Using what criteria? I can say this, though — the exhibition is private because there are people out there who would object to it in a very big way. Without even seeing it!” She rolled her eyes.

I admitted to being curious and told Alex that I was adult enough to handle whatever the exhibition might feature.

“I’ll hold you to that!” she said with a grin.

Departing the coffee shop, we said our goodbyes. “See you Friday night, then,” Alex said. “Here, give me your address — I’ll pick you up!” I told it to her, and she typed it into her phone. We shared a brief hug, then went our separate ways.

That Friday evening, I’d just finished getting ready to leave when Alex phoned to confirm that she was waiting outside in a cab. Snatching up my handbag, I zipped downstairs, climbed in next to my new friend, and we were off.

The exhibition was taking place at a downtown gallery. The whole thing seemed to be very hush-hush, though — Alex actually had to show her invitation to a doorkeeper to be allowed to enter, then we saw him turn away a curious passerby in a very brusque fashion.

I noticed something curious right away: there were paintings on the walls, but the room was so dimly lit that we couldn’t really see them. In fact, the only real light came from a doorway on the opposite side. Alex led me in that direction.

“This part of the gallery is closed,” she murmured, placing a hand on my arm. “We’re here for the after-hours showing in the downstairs space.” Sure enough, we descended a flight of stairs, then entered a room at the bottom. As we passed through the door, a waitress handed us each a glass of champagne.

This room proved to be another gallery, smaller than the first, also adorned with frames. Unlike the first gallery, the frames in this room all contained photographs rather than paintings. Most of the pictures were quite large, with some in black and white, others in colour.

There was a theme that tied the collection together: all the photos were of naked girls, their ages ranging from children to teenagers. The poses ran the gamut from fairly modest to very explicit.

Some of the models were turned partly away from the camera, some deployed their hands for modesty, some were staged so their private parts weren’t on display.

At the other end of the spectrum were shots that could easily have graced the pages of adult magazines, were it not for the ages of the models.

These girls showed absolute confidence in the way they posed, displaying a natural ease in front of the camera despite their nudity. There were even a few photographs in which the models were touching themselves.

I was entranced — aroused, even. True, these images were sexual, because they depicted the female body in such an intimate way. At the same time, they were anything but pornographic, no matter how explicit the various poses were. They excited the heart as much as the libido. At least, that was my opinion.

An opinion, I realised, that might not be entirely objective. These images were touching something deep inside me, something sweet and mysterious. I thought all the models looked beautiful, of course – there were different ages, from skinny kids to fully developed teens; some girls had fair hair and others dark; there were different skin hues, a wide variety of facial expressions…

Yet somehow, nearly every one of them reminded me of Larissa. I don’t mean that they physically resembled her, though a few of them did. It was more of a spiritual thing.

That’s when it struck me that my Larissa had never posed for a nude photograph. My heart seemed to stop in mid-beat as that sank in.

When my daughter and I made love, not long before her death, I was responding to her most heartfelt wish: to experience physical pleasure with a woman. I hadn’t even known that Larissa was gay… and I’d never had a lesbian experience of my own, not until then. Oh, I fought the idea at first, but gave in because it was my baby girl’s final wish. And it turned out to be the most beautiful, fulfilling sexual experience of my life.

I missed Larissa terribly, ached inside from the loss of my precious daughter. But I also secretly longed for my fourteen-year-old lover, the one whose last name was the same as mine.

A few weeks after her funeral, I brought myself to a frantic orgasm while thinking of that wondrous night, when Larissa and I had shared our bodies, our souls. I remembered how perfectly she’d fitted into my arms; the sweet scent of her skin; the taste of her mouth, her sex, her rosebud; the music of her cries when I’d made her come.

Then I recalled how my daughter had pleasured me. How could I even begin to describe that experience, how incredible it is to be taken as a lover by the girl I’d given life to? At first, I had been reluctant to do these things with Larissa, but as we lay together afterward, our bare bodies entwined, I felt no guilt at all.

I thought of all these things while fingering myself… then afterward I wept, ashamed for having used my lost daughter as a masturbation fantasy.

That didn’t keep me from doing the same thing a week later. And a few days after that, I made myself come twice, lost in erotic visions of my sweet Larissa. By then, I was reconciled to this fierce need of mine, even if it made me somewhat uneasy. By the end of the month, even that discomfort was gone.

My friends told me I needed to start dating again, to find myself a boyfriend. But I didn’t want a new lover, whether male or female. I wanted my daughter back. And even though that wasn’t going to happen, I had the impressions of our lovemaking to sustain me.

Now I was looking at photos of naked young girls, dozens of them, wishing that I’d had the foresight to immortalise Larissa in the same way.

I wished for a photograph like the ones in this display, so other people could admire her and see how perfect she was. Perhaps even in an especially revealing pose, like some of these were. Not that Larissa was any kind of exhibitionist, but she was very much like the girls in these images, comfortable in her own body.

My eyes were misting up. Until then, the idea of taking a nude snapshot of my child had never occurred to me, even after we’d been intimate together… now, I wanted one so badly it hurt.

“Well, what do you think?” Until Alex spoke, I’d totally forgotten that she was there.

“Honestly, I’m still trying to work out what I think,” I told her.

Alex frowned slightly.  “You’re not offended, are you?”

“No,” I assured her. “Definitely not. I’m just trying to get the right words.” I moved over to study another photo, this one a girl of eleven or twelve lying on her side, barely concealing her vulva with a hand. “This show could be closed down, couldn’t it? If there was a complaint, I mean. So many of these models are underage!”

Alex looked at me evenly. “Some people – wowsers – would call this child pornography. Others would argue that the human body can never be offensive, that it’s always beautiful. That it’s the ultimate art. Especially children.” She paused. “So, I’ll ask again: what do you think?”

“As photography goes, these are all superb. They’re all really artistic — the poses, the lighting… everything. And the models are all… well, they’re perfect.”

I walked over to one particular photograph. In glorious natural colour, it depicted a girl lying back with her legs apart and comfortably showing herself, without a trace of hair to obscure her mons. She appeared to be in her teens – only just – so the lack of pubes probably meant that she was shaved. Her breasts supported my estimate of her age – they were small, but perfectly conical.

“Take this one,” I said. “She’s beautiful and she knows it, and she’s not afraid to let other people know it too. It looks like she wants the viewer – everybody, really — to appreciate what she has. I’m sure she shares your opinion that the human body is always beautiful.”

“I’m so glad you like it,” a woman’s voice purred behind me. As I turned, the woman was addressing my friend. “Good of you to come, Alex.”

“No way would I miss this, Deanna. You know that.” Alex introduced us – it turned out that Deanna was the owner of the gallery and the curator of the collection.

We spoke for a few minutes before Deanna excused herself to speak to other guests. As she walked away, Alex broke into a big grin. “You really impressed her, with what you said about the model.”

“It wasn’t all that insightful,” I said.

“Nevertheless, you’re right. This girl really does think the human body is a thing of beauty. She’s always had that outlook.” She paused. “Her name is Louise… she’s my daughter.”

I had just then taken a sip of my champagne, and it spurted from my mouth.

Alex giggled. “How gauche,” she mock-scolded. “Would you like to meet her? She’s here somewhere.” She looked around the room, spotted someone and raised her hand to wave.

Sure enough, the girl from the photograph came over, went up on tippy-toe to kiss her mother on the cheek, then offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Louise,” she said. “You must be Karin, right?”

I took her hand and murmured “I am,” which was the only thing I could think of to say. My God… she was even lovelier in person.

“Darling, Karin was saying how beautiful she thinks you are.”

“Really? Oh, thank you!” To my utter surprise, she sounded not merely genuine but actually surprised that somebody would say something like that to her. “Makeup and lighting help a lot, you know. Stuff like that can make a big difference,” she said with a sincerity that I found amazing.

When I told her that she looked just as beautiful now, without all the photographer’s tricks, she actually blushed.

“Honey, there’s another shot of you around here,” Alex said. “Do you know where that one is?”

Louise took her mother and I each by the hand and led us to a wall with works we hadn’t yet viewed.

In this photograph, also in colour, Louise was standing, her body side on to the viewer, an arm raised as if she was reaching for something. Unlike the other photograph, in which everything she had was on view, this pose concealed her breasts and sex.

“I like the other one more,” Louise asserted, shaking her head. “This pose is too artificial – in the other one I look more natural.”

“Did you take these, then?” I asked Alex.

Louise answered before her mother could. “Yes.”

“How old are you?” Although I was asking Louise, I was facing Alex.

“Thirteen,” Alex replied. “I’ll be fourteen in a few weeks.” I know that it’s an important distinction when you’re that age.

“My goodness!” I gasped. “You’re younger than my daughter!”

“You have a daughter?” Louise enthused, presumably thinking of a potential new friend.

“I had a daughter,” I corrected her. “She died recently. She was fourteen.”

Louise went from elated to horrified in an instant. “Oh my God, no! That’s awful! Oh, I’m so, so sorry.” Looking as if she was about to burst into tears, she flung both arms around me. Embracing me tightly, she whispered, “I’m so sorry!” three or four times.

Not knowing how to reply, I simply patted her on the back.

Apparently Alex hadn’t known of my loss either – it had never come up in our conversation, it seems. She too was full of apologies. “Jesus, Karin, I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have brought you here. Can you forgive me?”

I had to look over Louise’s shoulder to speak to Alex. “There’s nothing to forgive. You said it yourself — you didn’t know.” I had to take a breath, briefly overwhelmed by memories that were simultaneously wonderful and painful. “It’s okay. Really it is.”

Although my assurances were sincere, the atmosphere at the exhibition had changed in a big way for the three of us. Alex knew it, too. “Come on. We’ll go back to my place. You two get a taxi and I’ll apologise to Deanna. I’ll be right with you.”

I protested – to Alex’s back. Meanwhile, Louise, having disentangled herself from me, was already leading me back to the door that led to the other gallery and, from there, the door to the street. Alex caught up with us just as her daughter flagged a cab down.

Once Alex had given the driver her address, I said, “Really, there’s no need — I don’t want to drag you away from the show…”

“Don’t you worry about it,” Alex told me. “I told Deanna that you suddenly felt unwell, which wasn’t much of a lie. And she’s used to me being flighty.” She laughed. “I always have been.”

I’m sure I looked confused, because she added, “She’s my sister. At least I put in an appearance.”

As we rode to Alex’s place, Louise hesitantly began to ask me questions about Larissa. Alex quickly shushed her daughter, but I said, “I don’t mind talking about her. In fact, I’m grateful for the chance to tell someone how wonderful she was.”

I was surprised to hear myself saying those words. After her passing, I’d always avoided speaking about my daughter. If anyone asked if I had children, my usual response was a terse “No.” But something about Alex and Louise made me want to share my thoughts and impressions of Larissa, to see her through my eyes.

At the small home Alex and her daughter shared, they led me to their living room. Louise promptly made an exit, announcing, “I’m going to get changed.”

“Hang that dress up carefully,” Alex called after her. From what I had observed of Louise, I was sure she always took good care of the blue dress she had been wearing. It was obviously expensive.

A few minutes later, two things happened. Alex handed me a glass of wine, and Louise returned — only now, she was stark naked.

“Honey,” Alex scolded. “Guest!” She indicated me with a sharp gesture of her thumb.

“Oh, Mum… It’s all right with you, isn’t it Karin? You don’t mind if I’m naked, do you?”

Having seen all her charms on open display at the gallery, I figured that refusing to let her be naked now would be rather hypocritical.

“It doesn’t bother me,” I told her, “but it’s not up to me. It’s your mother’s decision.”

“Mum doesn’t mind me being naked,” Louise declared as she sat down on the sofa. “Do you, Mum?”

“She’s always in the altogether around the house,” Alex explained with a wry grin. “The only reason she puts clothes on to go out is because she has to.”

“We were born without clothes, so it’s totally normal,” Louise added.

I glanced in her direction. Sitting down, she had rearranged herself and was now seated with one leg tucked under the other. This put her vulva on display, almost as clearly as it had been in the photograph.

Louise noticed me looking at her and smiled. “Would you like to take my picture, Karin?” she asked.

“Not now, sweetheart,” Alex said. “We just got here — let her relax.”

“We’re home a lot earlier than we expected, though,” Louise pointed out. “It’s not like any of us are worn out, right? Let’s do something fun!” My daughter had been the same — an expert at persuading grownups to go along with her ideas.

Alex looked at me. Surprising myself, I answered, “I’m fine with it.”

With a shrug, Alex opened a cabinet, from which she carefully extracted a very expensive-looking camera and a folding tripod.  She quickly set up the apparatus, then announced, “If it’s okay with you two, I’m going to have myself a long, hot, soothing bath.”

Before she could leave, I piped up, “I don’t know how to use this thing!”

Alex came back. She pulled off the lens cap, looked through a viewfinder on top of the camera and moved the tripod slightly. She peered through the viewfinder once more, then adjusted the focus of the lens.

“There. All setup. You can’t go wrong. All you have to do is push the button.” She took a remote control unit from the bottom of the camera and pressed a red button. A green light appeared on the remote controller. “Green button… picture taken.” She pointed to a screen on the remote. “That’s the image monitor. Use the yellow button to save the image. Any questions, ask Louise. Any more questions, you’ll have to work it out for yourselves. Now, if there’s nothing else…”

Alex vanished through the doorway. I looked at Louise, dumbfounded, and she grinned back. A moment later, the sound of running water could be heard.

“I’m rea-dy…” Louise sang, relaxing into her seat.

What else could I do? My heart raced as I stood and slowly approached the mounted camera.

When I bent to look into the viewfinder, I almost fainted. Alex had aimed the lens directly between her daughter’s thighs, and focussed the zoom to get a close-up of Louise’s pussy.

Telling myself It’s just a test shot, I picked up the remote device and pushed the green button. A close-up of Louise’s sex appeared on the monitor. My hand shook as I pressed the yellow button. Even on the little monitor it was apparent, very apparent, that Louise’s pussy was wet. What was going on here?

I looked up at Louise. She was smiling prettily, almost making me want to adjust the camera to take her portrait. Those sapphire eyes of hers seemed to penetrate my soul.

There was no doubt that she could read me like a book, sensing the confused arousal that I felt. Her smile slowly turned into a cheeky grin as she reached down and spread her labia open with two fingers, revealing the inner flesh of her vagina.

No longer thinking in any way like a responsible adult, I stared into the viewfinder. It showed various shades of pink, glistening with wetness. I was trembling where I stood, trying not to let it show.

I pushed the green button, then pushed the yellow button.

Another peek at Louise… her expression was positively gleeful, like a child with a new toy. When she saw me looking again, she reached down with the other hand to push back the hood of her clit.

The green button, followed by the yellow button.

My head was spinning. I heard Louise say, “I can put a finger inside, but then all you would see in the picture is my hand. You couldn’t see my pussy properly.”

I didn’t respond, but she had a suggestion. “If you like, you can come over here and touch me yourself, then take the picture with the remote.” Her eyes were dancing with mischief.

The sheer lewdness of her proposal quickly jerked me back to reality. Just minutes earlier, I’d attended an art exhibition that, in a legal sense, featured child pornography. Now there I was, creating kiddie-porn of my own.

Fearful that my legs would buckle under me, I sat down heavily in a nearby chair. “What the hell is this?” I gasped. “Wh-what are you doing?”

That sweet smile reappeared on Louise’s lips. “I enjoy being naked. I love showing myself off. And I love to shock people. Especially pretty ladies like you.”

“But… why would you want to shock me?”

She rose and, moving as elegantly as a gazelle, padded over to where I sat. “Mum likes you. She said that you’re intelligent and kind and have a beautiful soul… and that you’re very sad. I think she wanted to give you a…. a bit of a jolt.”

I had to laugh in spite of myself. “Well, if that’s what she was trying to do, she sure succeeded!”

Louise offered her hand, which I took, then she gently guided me to my feet. “Come with me.”

When I managed to speak, it came out as a croak: “Where?”

“I can’t take your pain away, but maybe I can help you to forget it for a while..”

Submitting meekly, I allowed Louise to lead me through the house until we reached her bedroom. She sat on the bed, then tugged on my hand until I sat down beside her.

I was afraid to look at her, frightened of what I might see in those eyes… then soft lips brushed my neck, and the warm tip of her tongue trailed a pathway up to my earlobe, which she nibbled.

Oh my God, oh my God…  is this really happening? I was intensely aroused — and terrified.

“We can’t do this,” I whispered, afraid that Alex would hear if I spoke too loudly. “Your…your mum…”

“She won’t mind,” Louise murmured. Her hand now rested on my thigh.

I was both surprised, yet not surprised – in the world inhabited by Alex and Louise, it seemed that just about anything was possible.

Louise suddenly moved to straddle my lap, a look on her face that was almost a challenge. “We’ve made love, you know,” she said. “Mum and I, I mean. Many times.”

I felt certain she knew, somehow, that I had no right to criticise Louise or her mother for that.

For the first time, I admitted it out loud. “I made love to my daughter, too.”

Louise placed her hand in the middle of my chest. “You gave her the deepest love possible, gave her pleasure. And it gave you pleasure, too, to make her feel that way. Didn’t it?”

Rendered mute, I nodded.

“And then she gave her love to you. She loved you with her body and her soul. It’s the greatest gift that a girl can share with her mother… and it made you both incredibly happy. Am I right?”

Her words struck me to the core. With difficulty, I found my voice. “How can you know that? How can you possibly know that?” I was shaking, on the verge of tears.

“I’m sensitive,” she replied. “That’s what Mum calls it. I can sense your feelings. I’m not a mind reader, so I don’t know your daughter’s name, but I can feel your emotions.” She paused. “You were… close to her, I can tell that. Closer than most mums are with their daughters.”

“We — we were close, yes,” I mumbled. Even as I struggled with memories of Larissa, the scent of Louise and the warmth of her body were playing games with my head.

“I can see that… but I didn’t know for sure that you were lovers. I thought maybe you wanted to be her lover, but never got the chance.” Her silken arms twined their way around my neck, and she nestled into my lap.

Overcome by a need to explain, I told her, “Larissa was going to die, and she wanted t-to experience what it was like to make love. I didn’t know until then that — that she was gay. There was no one else to help her, no one! Just me. All that mattered was making my little girl happy. So I went to bed with her… even though it wasn’t right.”

“Of course it was right. Sex is a wonderful thing – for us humans. It isn’t an urge, like with other animals. It’s something we can choose, and enjoy, and use to give somebody else lovely feelings. Sex is actually a gift from nature. A beautiful gift.” Her lips grazed my cheek.

“It was beautiful,” I confessed, suddenly wanting Louise to know everything. “I thought I was just giving my daughter what she wanted… but it was so good, making love to her. I never knew sex could be like that!”

“Was it your only time together?”

I shook my head. “It was our only night together. We… did it several more times before the sun came up. The next day… we never discussed it, but there was a sort of, of silent agreement between us that it was a one-time thing.” I sighed heavily. “She died two days later.”

“Oh, my. That is sad.” Louise shifted a bit, still resting in my lap. “I’m not squashing you, am I?”

“No, not at all,” I replied. “Here’s the thing, though. A few weeks after she was gone, I started having these fantasies about Larissa. Sex fantasies. One night, I got myself off, remembering the things we did.”

“Hmmm. Interesting.”

“I felt ashamed of myself afterward, too. But the next time… well, it didn’t feel as bad. Or the times after that. Now, well, I guess I’ve become obsessed with her, with what we had on that one night.” I couldn’t hold back a sob, couldn’t keep that first tear from falling. “God what a fucked-up mess I am. First I had sex with my own daughter, then I f-fell in love with her. And now — now she’s g-gone forever…” And just like that, I was crying.

I felt gentle hands lift my face, then I was staring into Louise’s soulful eyes. “Listen to me, Karin,” she began. “You are a good person. You made your daughter’s last wish come true, even though you felt it was wrong to do. Then it turned out to be a beautiful experience.

“Now she’s gone, and you miss her something awful. Why wouldn’t you miss making love with her, too? You weren’t wrong to give her what she wanted… and it doesn’t make you bad to wish you could be with her that way again.

I clumsily wiped my face. “Most people wouldn’t agree with you. They’d call me a disgusting pervert.”

Louise rolled her eyes. “Oh, society. What do they know?” She giggled. “It’s funny – the most natural things in the world are nakedness and sex. And they’re the things that are the most… forbidden.’

I felt it necessary to shake my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts. “You’re a marvel, Louise. How did you get so… so wise?”

Louise smiled. “Mum says I have an old soul.”

She leaned close and kissed me, her lips touching the corner of my mouth. At the same time she reached behind to pull down the zip of my dress.

I knew I should stop her, or at least protest, but I was distracted by those lovely kisses, which grew increasingly heated as Louise undressed me. Before long, I found myself naked — and by then, it was too late to stop.

As we lay down together the kisses continued, our tongues now coming into play. I felt fingers caressing my pussy.

“You’re so wet!” Louise announced. “You really need this, don’t you?”

“More than you can imagine,” I moaned. “You’re like — medicine for my soul.”

“Medicine for the soul. I like that,” she said. Her touch was so gentle that it was barely there, but it was so, so unbelievably arousing. Not that I needed to be aroused any further.

Oh God – it felt as if my clit was being brushed by a rose petal.

I could feel that blissful pressure building up inside me, my limbs beginning to tremble. So soon? She’d scarcely even begun!

It was coming, though — and then it was upon me before I had time to draw a decent breath. I wailed as an immense orgasm consumed me completely.

Only once before had I felt anything this powerful – that had been when my daughter and I had made love that first time.

Gasping and sobbing and trembling, I rode out a series of climaxes, gradually drifting back to Earth. My chest felt as if it had been struck with a mallet, though at least I was able to breathe again.

My fists had just unclenched when I heard a voice. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Goodnight, Karin.”

“G’night, Mum. You can come join us tomorrow morning. Will that be okay?”

“That’ll be good, baby.”

When I heard a door close across the hall, I sat up, staring at Louise. “What the fuck?”

She shrugged. “Mum wanted to be with you. But I couldn’t help myself! I could feel it when we met today – you and I were meant to be together.”

I was almost afraid of what the answer would be, but still had to ask. “And in the morning? What happens then?”

“You get to be with Mum. You want her, too — don’t you?”

I stopped to think. Did I? Before, I’d only thought of Alex as a friend. But now that the possibility existed of taking her as a lover, I realised that yes, damn it, I did want her. Maybe I always had.

“Well, um, yes. I guess I do.”

Louise grinned. “Cool! She has to share you with me, though. I’m gonna be your real girlfriend.”

“B-but you’re only thirteen!” I feebly protested.

“Doesn’t matter. Anyhow, I’ll be fourteen soon.”

Did that make a difference? Actually, I wasn’t interested in thinking about it right then.

It was far more important to give Louise the same pleasure she had given me. Or at least try.

Reaching for this exquisite child, I drew her into my arms. I rolled onto my back, so her naked form was stretched out atop mine. “Well, if you’re going to be my girlfriend, I guess I should make it official, huh?”

“I’m cool with that,” she replied, her eyes dancing excitedly.

My mouth found hers, and we fell into a hot, hungry kiss.

This Way to Part Two!

1

Error happened.

By JB West

For helpful information about the main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales.

Part 1 – Jackpot

On Tuesday morning, Rachel woke up feeling so excited about the night to come that she was practically vibrating. Scenario after scenario of how the evening might unfold danced through her head while she got herself ready for the day ahead. She’d been tempted to masturbate in the shower but willed herself not to, wanting to ride the wave of her desire until she could share its release with the other women and, hopefully, the girls. It would be a long day spent fighting her libido, but Rachel felt certain that it would be worth the wait. Thankfully, she had a full day of party prep to help distract her.

After breakfast, the rest of the morning was spent on tidying the house and doing laundry. Rachel kept a couple of changes of clothes at Kim’s house in case of an unexpected overnight stay, but after four days both she and Emily were out of clean underwear and their shirts and pants weren’t exactly pristine. So, she let Kim know that she’d be making a quick trip home to pick up some fresh clothes, then running a couple of other errands.

“While you’re out,” Kim said, wearing an enigmatic smile, “can you pick something up for me? It’s for the sleepover.”

“What, more food? We’ve already got enough for a small army — enough for two ravenous little girls, even!”

Kim handed Rachel a piece of paper. “This is a surprise. I need you to go here,” pointing to the top of the sheet, then trailing her finger down the page, “and pick up these items… along with anything else you see there that tickles your fancy.” Producing her credit card, she gave that to her sister. “Pay for it with this… I don’t want Michael seeing it on your statement.”

Studying the list, Rachel broke into an enormous grin. “Oh, my baby sister… you do have the best ideas.” She folded the piece of paper, stuffed it into her pocket. “I’m on it.”

Around eleven o’clock, Rachel set off. It took her just under an hour to drive from Greenfield to her home in the city. She felt a little nervous about encountering her husband after all the incredible things that had happened to her over the past few days, but knew that if she played it cool and acted like she was still the same Rachel from four days ago then everything would be fine.

As luck would have it, she found the house empty upon her arrival. Rachel phoned her husband, who told her that he’d taken their son to a matinee at the ballpark.

Rachel immediately felt a great sense of relief. She didn’t like lying to Michael, and although she didn’t regret her actions of the past few days, Rachel knew that she would eventually have to come clean about her lesbian affair. The fact that she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye right then, however, was a small gift from the universe.

After ending the call, Rachel proceeded to pack a small travel bag with a couple sets of clean clothes for Emily and herself. At Kim’s house, she’d been sleeping in a t-shirt and panties, and while that sufficed for most nights, she wanted to wear something special for the sleepover. Looking through her lingerie drawer, Rachel soon found exactly what she wanted. She knew that as soon as Deena saw her — hell, as soon as any of the ladies at the party that evening saw her — they’d be floored by how sexy she could be.

Rachel left her home around twelve-thirty and proceeded to drive across town to what was usually referred to as the red-light district of the city. The area was not especially seedy but had a wild reputation, being home to a large number of nightclubs, bars, gentlemen’s clubs and the small shop that was next on Rachel’s list of errands.

She parked in the public lot across the street and got out, making sure to lock the car. As she approached the small, two-story building, Rachel noticed that there were windows on the storefront that served as showcases for a variety of the products they sold. One window featured brightly-colored sex toys, while another showed off a selection of whips, paddles and handcuffs. The last window Rachel passed before arriving at the entrance featured several mannequins, dressed in everything from skimpy lingerie to full suits of black leather bondage gear. Hanging on the wall on the opposite side of the door was one last display case, similar in size to a poster box on the outer wall of a movie theater. It contained a bright neon sign with the store’s logo: RIKKI’S, spelled out in red neon, with hearts for the dots over the I’s. ADULT BOUTIQUE appeared below in blue.

Taking a quick glance around to ensure that no one she knew was in the vicinity, Rachel entered the store and stopped in her tracks, surprised by what she saw. She’d never been in this store before — in fact, she’d never been in any sex shop, period — so Rachel had no idea what to expect, but for some reason she’d always assumed that such a place would be dimly lit, smell funny and be full of creepy guys who avoided eye contact with everyone. In fact, it was none of these things. The store was clean and brightly lit, there was relaxed piano jazz playing in the background, and most importantly, there weren’t any creeps to be seen. In fact, the only other customers that she saw were a couple, a man and a woman, who were browsing one of the video aisles.

Noticing a small stand of plastic shopping baskets near the door, Rachel grabbed one and took out the list Kim had given her. As she perused the aisles checking out the merchandise, a woman with a price gun approached her. She was taller than Rachel by a few inches, with jet black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. The woman had multiple piercings in each ear, and a bar through her septum. Her arms were covered from wrists to shoulders in tattoos, and she wore leather bands with shiny silver studs around her wrists. She had on a pair of tight black jeans and a black tank top with the store’s logo printed in pink. Her name tag read ROCHELLE.

“Hi there.” The woman said in a pleasantly melodic voice. “Anything I can help you find today?” Rachel spied a flash of steel as the woman spoke, indicating that her tongue was pierced as well.

Once again, Rachel was caught off guard by the sheer normalcy of the situation. “Um…n-no. I’m still looking, but I think I’m finding everything I need.”

“Great,” The woman said with a warm smile. “Well, if you need any assistance… I’ll be around.” Rachel watched Rochelle as she turned and walked away, seizing the opportunity to check out her shapely ass as she made her way to the front of the store. There she took a seat behind the register and set to work pricing a stack of blu-rays.

For the next several minutes Rachel continued to browse, eventually finding all the things she wanted. As she placed each item into the basket, she imagined how it would be used — and by whom. By the time she was done shopping, Rachel was nearly ready to burst from her pent-up desires, but also knew that she was only a few hours away from being able to achieve the release she hungered for.

The shopping basket was chock-full and fairly heavy by the time she was done, so it made an audible thump as Rachel plunked it down on the checkout counter.

The employee Rachel had spoken to a few minutes earlier had her back turned, but quickly spun around she heard the sound of the basket, her eyes widening as she took in its contents.

“Looks like you found everything you need,” the woman said. “And then some!” she added, giving Rachel a quick wink.

“Um, yes. Thank you.” Rachel replied, now feeling a bit self-conscious.

As she rang up the purchases, the woman transferred each item from the basket into a plain brown paper bag. Rachel watched closely the whole time and noticed Rochelle smile upon seeing several of the toys. It was obvious to Rachel that she had first hand experience with a number of them, and imagining that only added more fuel to the fire that was raging inside of her.

When she’d placed the last piece into the bag, Rochelle looked up at Rachel. “Forgive me for asking,” she began, “And feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but what exactly does one woman need with…” she glanced at the computer screen. “$753.67 worth of dildos and lube?” A coy smile crossed the woman’s face.

Rachel chuckled. Was this hip young woman actually flirting with her? “I’m… well, I’m co-hosting a party tonight for… for a group of friends.” Reaching into her purse, she took out Kim’s card and handed it to the woman. “And I — I mean we, actually… we just wanted to make sure that there’d be enough, er, party favors to go around.”

“I see,” the woman replied, with a knowing wink. Taking the credit card from Rachel, she added, “I’ll need to see an I.D. Just because it’s such a big purchase, you know.”

“Oh, sure.” Without thinking, Rachel took out her driver’s license and passed it to the woman.

Rochelle glanced at the license, frowned, then consulted the credit card again. “Er… these names don’t match.”

“Oh, my goodness! I-I-I’m so sorry about that.” Rachel stammered. “It’s my sister’s card.”

“Your sister?” The woman had an incredulous look on her face.

“Look, here’s what’s going on. Kim gave me her card to buy this stuff with. This list” — she brandished the piece of paper — “is hers. She figured it would be a bad idea for the name of this store to show up on my credit card statement — you know, where my husband could see it.” Rachel smiled at the woman, hoping that she wouldn’t cancel the sale or, God forbid, assume she was some kind of con artist.

“We could call her if you’d like,” Rachel quickly added, taking her phone out, quickly bringing up her contact list to show the woman Kim’s name.

“Let me get this straight,” Rochelle said. “You’re using your sister’s credit card that she lent you to buy hundreds of dollars worth of sex toys for a party you’re co-hosting with her for a group of friends that’s taking place tonight. And you don’t want your husband to find out.”

Rachel nodded but remained silent. She almost felt like a kid again, getting lectured by a teacher for misbehaving in class.

“Okay,” The woman said as she let out a bewildered sigh. “I just have one question.”

Rachel nervously smiled again, hoping against hope that she wasn’t about to be called out on her story. Rochelle broke into a huge smile, and she laughed. “What’s a girl gotta do to get invited to this party?”

Rachel breathed a quick sigh of relief. She joined the woman in her laughter, though not without a pang or regret. As attractive as the woman was, Rachel knew that tonight could only involve those who were already on the guest list. After all, if things went as she and Kim hoped they would, tonight would be the night that their little girls became a part of the complicated, intimate relationship they already shared with Deena and Cassidy.

“I’m sorry, but tonight is for close friends and family only.” Rachel said. “But… in the future… maybe…”

Rochelle looked a little disappointed, but her expression quickly changed as she reached out to take Rachel’s phone from her hand. Quickly adding her info to Rachel’s contacts list, she handed the phone back and said, “My girlfriends call me Rikki.”

Quickly putting two and two together, Rachel realized that she was talking to the owner and proprietor of the store. She held her phone up so she could snap a quick photo of Rikki to accompany her contact information.

“Say cheese,” Rachel said. Rikki smiled and posed for the camera, then just as Rachel was about to snap the photo she pulled her tank top down to expose her left breast, the fleshy nub of the nipple pierced by a stainless steel barbell.

Rachel let out a small but audible groan of frustration, knowing that if she hung around much longer she’d end up giving in to her sudden desire for this sexy creature. Instead, she babbled some excuse about running behind schedule and having many more errands to run before the party.

“Nice to meet you, sweet stuff,” Rikki purred. “Drop by again some time.”

“I — I will,” Rachel promised. Seizing her bag of purchases, she nearly ran out of the shop, her cunt throbbing.

Rachel hurried across the street and jumped into her vehicle. An instant after closing the door, she was pawing at her pussy through her jeans. It took every ounce of will power she possessed to stop herself from just letting go and masturbating to an explosive climax right then and there.

Rachel took several deep breaths, struggling to calm herself. She really did have more errands to run, that wasn’t just her excuse to leave the shop, but she felt unable to drive safely in her current state. Instead, she focused on her breathing, feeling the air flow in and out, in and out, in and out — again and again until she felt like herself. That’s when Rachel noticed how wet she was.

It wouldn’t do to go to the grocery store with what threatened to become a damp patch on her jeans, so that needed to be dealt with. Rachel found some tissues in her bag to wipe herself, and a panty liner to ensure that any more leakage would be contained.

After a furtive glance at her surroundings, Rachel unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down as far as she could, along with her panties, then reached for a wad of tissues. And that was when she had a deliciously wicked idea.

Meanwhile, in the store, Rikki had gone back to work. She’d just finished pricing the stack of blu-rays when her phone chimed. Plucking it from her back pocket, she saw that it was a video message. Thumbing the play button, Rikki was amazed by what she saw.

The video starts on a closeup of the woman’s face, but quickly zooms out as the phone is pulled back. The woman is sitting in the driver’s seat of a vehicle and appears to be in some kind of distress, based on the flush of her cheeks and the ragged breaths that come in quick intervals. The camera starts to slowly pan down — past her neck, then her breasts, her exposed belly, and finally to her hand, which is firmly planted between the woman’s legs, concealing her pubis.

Rikki can still hear the ragged breathing, but now it’s accompanied by the familiar sound of fingers rapidly sloshing in and out of a dripping wet pussy. Rikki watches in wonder as the woman lifts her hand up and away from her vulva, trailing a thick line of gooey cream. The camera pans back up to the woman’s face, and Rikki can only stare as her last customer sucks the glistening fingers into her mouth. The woman moans, her eyes rolling blissfully as she savors the texture and flavor of her juices.

The camera pulls back once more, and the woman looks straight into it. “I can’t wait to taste you like that,” she moans. She then gives a quick wink and the video ends.

Rikki stood in stunned silence for a moment, then started the video again. This time she paid attention to the woman’s surroundings, quickly realizing that the car was in the lot just across the street.

Racing to the front door of the shop, Rikki burst out onto the sidewalk just in time to see Rachel pulling out of the lot. As the vehicle moved past, the two women made eye contact. Rachel blew Rikki a kiss, then sped off down the street.

An awed Rikki shook her head, grinning foolishly. “Damn. I think I just hit the jackpot.”

Part 2 – A Circle of Trust

Cassidy and Deena arrived at Kim’s house just before seven o’clock. All afternoon and into the evening, dark clouds had been steadily gathering in the sky, and as the couple pulled into the driveway a large crack of thunder boomed overhead and the heavens opened up, unleashing torrential rainfall. They sat in the car for a minute, hoping that they could wait out the initial cloudburst, but the storm showed no sign of letting up any time soon. After another minute and a brief conversation about their best course of action, they decided to make a dash for the front door.

Inside, Kim, Rachel and the girls were in the kitchen preparing dinner when they heard the doorbell. The girls each let out an excited yelp, then sprinted for the door. Opening it, they found Cassidy and Deena huddled together, both soaked to the bone, already shivering from the icy rain.

Kim and Rachel had followed closely behind their daughters, equally excited that Cassidy and Deena had arrived, but when confronted by the bedraggled state of the two women, they gasped in dismay. Fortunately, Cassidy and Deena saw the comedy in the situation, immediately breaking into fits of laughter, and within seconds everyone had joined in. Rachel hastened to the small bathroom just off the kitchen and grabbed a couple of thick towels so Cassidy and Deena could dry themselves.

“We almost drowned out there,” Cassidy said, still chuckling as she handed the overnight bag she was carrying to Kim, then accepted the towel Rachel offered.

“Yeah,” Deena agreed. “I mean, we brought our suits in case we wanted to go in the hot tub later… but I didn’t think we would need them to get from the car to the front door.”

Once she’d finished toweling off, Deena sat down on the small bench near the front door to remove her shoes. That’s when she noticed that the living room had been radically rearranged. All of the furnishings had been pushed to the edges creating an open, square-shaped area that took up a large portion of the room. This space had been covered with an assortment of blankets and comforters, and at least a dozen pillows lined the edges of the area to create a sort of nest-like effect. All the couches and chairs had been covered with bed sheets and light blankets, and there were even a few of Katie’s favorite stuffed animals placed strategically around the periphery. The room had been transformed into the ideal place for an awesome sleepover party.

Kim led the two soaked women upstairs to the guest room. Cassidy had packed changes of clothes for Deena and herself to wear the next day, but Rachel suggested that since they all intended to get in their pajamas after dinner, maybe Deena and Cassidy would prefer to get changed for the slumber party right then.

This idea was immediately seized upon by the girls, who decided to get into their nighties right away as well. Kim then added that she and her sister may as well join the rest of them, and Rachel quickly agreed. Just like that, the sleepover was underway.

After they changed, the group reconvened in the kitchen. Dinner was quickly prepared, with everyone lending a hand, and soon they all sat down to enjoy the evening meal. The girls were super excited, not only for the delicious tacos that they helped make, but also because they were allowed to drink soda pop. Normally their mothers didn’t often allow them to have sugary, caffeinated beverages, but as this night was a special occasion, and the girls got to stay up late, normal rules didn’t apply.

Once dinner was done, the girls dragged Cassidy and Deena out to the living room to show them how they, with their moms’ help, had remodeled the space. Kim and Rachel piled the dishes in the sink, then joined the others.

Katie and Emily were anxious to play games or watch a movie, but Rachel told them, “Not just yet, girls. Let’s chat first.”

They all sat down, in a circle, on the blanket-covered floor, which was even more comfortable than it looked. Katie and Emily wanted to be next to each other, of course, but also insisted that Cassidy and Deena sit on either side of them. Rachel chose the space next to Deena, and Kim took the spot between her sister and Cassidy.

“Girls,” Rachel started, “we need to talk to you about something.” Although she was smiling, the tone of her voice told the girls that this was something serious, and they immediately fell silent.

Now Kim spoke. “We wanted to talk to you girls about what Emily saw the other night.” She was smiling too, but the girls were suddenly very tense. Somehow their moms knew that Emily had spied on them when they were doing sexy stuff with Cassidy and Deena, and she was about to get in big trouble for it.

“Emily? Sweetheart?” Rachel said in her best concerned-mom voice, coaxing the girl to look at her. “I know that what you saw must have been confusing for you. Trust me, I felt the same way.”

Emily gave a tiny nod. It was true; what she’d seen had been confusing. Emily had very little knowledge of sex beyond a few basic impressions and what she had observed during an illicit viewing of a porn video while at a friend’s house. But what confused her even more were the odd feelings that watching her mother having sex with other women — especially Aunt Kim! — had stirred in her. Feeling her cheeks turn hot, Emily had to look away.

“What we’d like to know,” Kim said, also in a concerned tone of voice, “is how you felt about what you saw… and whether or not you told Katie about it.” A single glance at Katie told Kim  that the girl knew exactly what they were talking about.

“Sh-she told me… but only ‘cause I made her,” Katie said, leaping to her cousin’s defense. She looked back and forth between her mom and Auntie Rachel, waiting for their expressions to grow stern, but that didn’t happen. In fact, Katie couldn’t tell at all what her mommy or any of the grownups were thinking right then. They were all smiling, but there was something behind the smiles, something in their eyes. Katie didn’t know what it was, but sensed that she and Emily weren’t in trouble.

“And what did you think about what she told you?” Kim asked.

“I — I — I d-don’t know,” Katie stammered. That was a lie, of course, Katie knew exactly what she thought about it. She thought it was awesome. She thought it was sexy. She was envious of the women for being able to do those things with each other, and wanted to try them herself.

Rachel reached out to take Emily’s hand. “Sweetheart, how do you feel about what you saw the other night?”

Cassidy didn’t need to hear Emily’s answer. She could feel the nervousness coming off the girl in waves. She could also feel Emily’s excitement, thrilled to recognize the lustful emotions that were fueling it.

Emily remained silent, so Rachel added, “It’s okay if you liked it. It’s perfectly normal to be interested in sex.”

Emily looked up — not at her mother, but Cassidy, and for a brief moment they were lost in each other’s eyes. Cassidy could sense Emily’s desire for her, the child’s longing to be kissed.

She’d never encountered this kind of sexual hunger in a girl so young. It was the same need she felt herself whenever she was intimate with Deena, or when Kim gave her a lustful glance. My God… and she’s only eight years old! Cassidy thought.

Cassidy nearly leaned in to kiss the little girl right then, but managed to restrain herself. All good things would come in time.

“Sweetie?” Rachel said, cradling Emily’s hand in hers. “You can tell me, it’s okay. What did you think when you saw us together?”

“It — it was cool,” Emily finally said. Again, she had to look away as embarrassment nearly overwhelmed her.

“How about you, Katie?” Kim said, “When Emily told you about what she saw, how did that make you feel?”

“I didn’t believe her,” Katie said. “But then, when I saw you and Auntie Rachel together… ”

“Saw us together?” Rachel asked, surprised.

“On Sunday night.” Katie said. She explained how she and Emily had seen the two women together on the patio from the bedroom window, then how she’d feigned being asleep while the women had kissed while standing near her bed.

Rachel was a bit unsettled by Katie’s story but admired her niece for being so forthcoming and honest. She glanced over at her daughter, who was listening to Katie’s story and nodding along.

“So, you were spying on us too?” Rachel said when Katie had finished.

“We weren’t spying.” Katie said indignantly, folding her arms. “You were outside where anyone could see you. All we did was watch!”

It was quiet for a few seconds, then the four women started to laugh. “You can’t fault her logic,” Deena chuckled. “I don’t think they broke any laws.” She presented a raised hand to Katie, and they exchanged a high-five.

Katie’s scowl had vanished. She now knew for sure that she and Emily weren’t in trouble, but it was nice to know that Deena had her back in case their mothers decided to be upset after all.

“Well, in the spirit of honesty, I have something to confess as well,” Kim said. She looked around the circle at each of the ladies and girls in turn, then held her daughter’s gaze. “The other night, when your aunt and I were in your room… I knew you were awake.” The room was silent for a moment as they each took in Kim’s words.

“Oh, my God!” Rachel gasped as she realized what this meant: her sister Kim had knowingly allowed herself to be fingered to an orgasm while her little girl was listening. This revelation had an immediate effect on her — she could actually feel her temperature rise. After the day she’d had, Rachel feared that one more sexy confession would be enough to drive her crazy. She was that aroused.

“What do you think about that, sweetheart?” Kim asked Katie.

The little girl was still stunned by her mother’s confession, but then she said, “I think… I think it’s sexy!” Katie wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but it felt like the right thing to say.

Kim wanted so badly to tell her daughter that she was sexy, then give her a deep, hungry kiss. Instead, she blew Katie a kiss, which the little girl snatched out of the air and smacked on her lips, making a loud kissing sound.

For the next twenty minutes or so, the women and the girls continued to talk about the events of the past few days. Katie and Emily each had a number of questions, which the women did their best to answer. First, Kim and Rachel assured their daughters that not only were they not in trouble, but it was a good thing that they knew about what had happened that night in Kim’s bedroom. Then all four women made it clear that if either of the girls ever had a question about sex or love or anything like that, that they should always feel free to ask. They all promised that from then on, there would be no secrets between them.

Emily then asked the one question that Rachel had been dreading. “Does this mean that you don’t love Daddy anymore?”

Though it was difficult to explain, Rachel convinced Emily as best she could that her new feelings for other women didn’t affect the love she had for the girl’s father. Emily nearly came to tears at the thought of her parents no longer being together, but was reassured by her mother’s soothing voice and the way she’d held her when she was about to cry. In fact, Emily’s outburst affected everybody so strongly that they all came together in a big group hug.

They stayed huddled together for several minutes, eventually breaking apart once it had become clear that Emily was going to be okay. Katie was the last to let go of Emily, and as the girls parted she placed a light kiss on her cousin’s cheek.

“I love you,” Katie whispered to Emily, which almost caused the older girl to start crying again. Instead, she simply said, “I love you, too.”

After this outpouring of emotions, Rachel declared that she needed a drink — and the other ladies concurred. Kim even decided to have a glass of wine, as she’d more or less recovered from her head injury and had quit taking the pain pills. The girls were each given another can of soda, then they asked if they could have ice cream too. Kim and Rachel readily agreed, so they all sat around the kitchen table enjoying their sweet treats, while Emily and Katie regaled the ladies with details about their favorite cartoon show.

The grownups enjoyed listening to and watching the girls as they talked. A few knowing looks were exchanged, and each of the women could feel the sexy mood in the air steadily increasing as the minutes ticked by. So far, Rachel’s plan was progressing nicely. She knew that the girls’ reactions after being confronted about their knowledge of her and Kim’s lesbian activities were a potential stumbling block, but now that Emily and Katie had reacted so positively, Rachel was sure that the rest of the plan would come off without a hitch.

But Rachel also knew that before any sexy fun could be had, they needed to talk to the girls about the importance of keeping everything they’d discussed a strict secret. Guiding the conversation back to the topic of secrecy, she explained to the girls, with the help of her sister, that while it was great that they’d all agreed not to keep secrets from each other, it was important that the girls kept those secrets safe from the outside world.

The girls promised that they would never tell anyone, then exchanged pinky promises with each other and all the women. Kim then let the girls know that those promises would also apply to any other future conversations or events the girls might witness. Kim’s implications were not lost on the girls, and they both instantly felt butterflies in their little tummies.

Cassidy took a sip from her glass, then cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the table. She looked at the beaming faces of Katie and Emily, then took a deep breath. “I know we said we’d all be honest with each other from now on, so… I have something important that I need to share with you girls.”

Katie and Emily gave Cassidy their complete attention. They could tell that she was on the verge of revealing another big secret, and they were both secretly hoping that it would be something sexy. Neither was prepared for what they were about to hear.

This way to Chapter Ten!

Please see the Chapter Links to reacquaint yourself with this story’s plot.

By Girl Lover

Down the hall, Mabel was about to fall asleep when she heard the door open. Turning on the lamp, she was surprised to see Emma and Madison poking their heads in. “What is it?”

“Can we sleep with you?” Emma asked.

“It’s too scary in there,” Madison explained, “We keep hearing these scratchy noises.”

“Oh, those are just squirrels in the attic,” Mabel explained, but the girls did seem to be genuinely spooked, so she patted the bed. “Okay, get in.”

The girls scampered over and jumped into her bed, pulling the blanket over them. The girls snuggled up tightly against her, and soon they all fell asleep.

***

Mabel opened her eyes. Something was touching her. With the new day’s sunlight coming through the window, she glanced about and saw that both the girls were toying with her breasts through the nightgown she wore. Shocked, she exclaimed, “What are you girls doing?”

They quickly withdrew their hands, pouting a bit. Not wanting to injure their feelings but still curious, Mabel asked, “Girls…?”

Emma spoke up first “We didn’t mean nothing.”

“We’re sorry,” Madison echoed in her own sad voice.

“Now, girls…” Mabel tried to reassure them, “I’m not angry, just a mite confused is all. Why were you…” She paused, deciding not to pursue the matter. “Well, since you’re all so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, what say we get some breakfast going?”

Loving the idea, the girls jumped out of bed and raced back to their room to shower and get dressed. Mabel did the same, then made her way downstairs to meet the girls in the kitchen. Before very long, breakfast was on the table. Jill and Linda joined them, and they all tucked in.

While they ate, Jill kept noticing Emma and Madison stealing peeks at Mabel every now and then, particularly when she bent over, then giving each other mysterious smiles. Aha, she thought. Very interesting. 

Later as Jill and Mabel sat on the back porch, watching the younger girls play, Jill said, “Yknow, Gramma… I think that Emma and Madison have a crush on you.”

Mabel stared at her granddaughter. “Jill! Where on earth would you get a crazy notion like that?”

“From the way that they were staring at you during breakfast. They were checking out your boobs… and your bottom.”

“Now, Jill, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. They’re just children! Those girls are much too young to be having those kinds of thoughts.”

Jill had to smile at that. “Well, the thing is… they’ve already had sex with each other.”

“What?” Mabel’s eyes narrowed. “If that’s some kind of joke, young lady, it’s not very funny.”

“I’m not joking, Gramma. I saw them doing it. Linda, too.”

“G-good grief!” the older woman exclaimed. “How did such a thing happen?”

“It’s sort of my fault,” Jill replied, looking sheepish. “One night before we found Madison, Linda and I were in bed together, and, uh… well, I got kinda, um, excited, and I really wanted to have sex with her. So I did. Now, I thought Emma was asleep, but it turned out she wasn’t. She watched us doing it — and the next day, she had a ton of questions about how girls have sex.”

“Oh, my. So what did you tell her?”

“The truth,” Jill answered with a shrug. “She already knew me and her sister were lovers. I didn’t want to lie about it.” She thought it best not to mention how she’d actually explained lesbian sex to the seven-year-old by making love to her… and how Linda had helped out, teaching her younger sibling how to French kiss. “Anyhow, I guess Emma wanted to try it out herself… and when Linda and I woke up yesterday morning, we caught her really going at it with Madison. They seemed to love it, too.”

“Um, I see. But you say that — that the girls might be thinking that way about me?”

“Why shouldn’t they?” Jill replied. “You’re still a lovely lady.” She watched Emma and Madison take turns doing somersaults. “And I’m pretty sure that those two have made up their mind to be lesbians.” She paused. “Gramma, have you ever been with another woman?”

Mabel sighed. “No, child. But… when I was a girl, I — I was in love with a friend of mine.”

“Did you ever let her know?”

“Oh, my, no! Not in those days. I’d never have dared.” She shook her head, suddenly melancholy. “You know, I never loved anyone the way I did her. N-not even your grandfather.” Her eyes were filled with tears. “You’re the only person I’ve ever told that to, after all th-this time…”

Jill moved closer to the woman, wrapped both arms around her. “Maybe you ought to let Emma and Madison sleep with you again tonight, Gramma.”

“But they’re children, Jill!”

“So is Linda, practically,” the teen said. “And she’s the love of my life. Age doesn’t matter, not that much. If the girls want you to be with them that way, it’s not wrong. Honestly, you should have seen them in bed at the motel yesterday morning. They might be able to teach you a few things, if you’d let them.”

Mabel remembered watching Madison and Emma while they were swimming, running around in nothing but wet panties. The twinge of warmth she’d felt at the sight. “I… I don’t know…”

“A lot of kids have crushes on grownups,” Jill insisted. “They’re just looking for someone to love… and who will love them in return.”

Mabel thought about that. “I’ve been alone for so long, I don’t know if I want to be in a relationship again.”

“Everyone needs a companion. To keep them company and to share life with.”

“Well, I have you girls to keep me company.”

Jill shook her head. “Having friends isn’t the same as having someone special to be with. To love.”

They continued watching the girls play as Mabel thought about how long she had been a widow. Discovering that someone had a crush on her after all these years was unsettling, especially when that crush came in the form of two lovely little girls. Mabel was used to being on her own, though she had to admit that sometimes, the nights did get rather lonely.

Now that her house was no longer empty, what would it be like to share a bed with someone? To make love again?

“I have to — to think about this,” Mabel said, then scowled at her granddaughter. “I ought to take you over my knee, young lady… putting these kinds of ideas in my head!”

Jill only smiled. “Those ideas were already there, Gramma… I just helped you find them.” Leaning over to give Mabel a kiss on the cheek, she got up, went down the porch stairs and made her way out into the field to join the girls in their play.

***

Morning turned to afternoon. Around 2 PM, Mabel told Jill, “I need to go into town to pick up groceries, then I’m going to visit a friend. I won’t be gone long.”

She got into her old pickup, started it up, and set off to the supermarket, the only one in the county. There she picked up a week’s supply of groceries, enough to require help getting the bags loaded in the truck. She now had four extra mouths to feed after all.

That task accomplished, she drove to the other side of town, finally parking outside a large building that resembled an old two-story hotel. A faded sign read, OAK CREEK RETIREMENT HOME. Making her way inside, she greeted the receptionist at the front desk, an older woman with thick glasses and snow-white hair. “Afternoon, Gladys.”

The woman greeted her with a cheerful nod. “How are you, Mabel?”

“Good, good. Granddaughter and some friends of hers are visiting. How’s Ellen doing?”

Gladys shook her head sadly. “Not too good. She just seems to have lost the will.” Rising from her chair, she accompanied Mabel down the long hall, past the many doors that lined the corridor. Some of the doors were open, and a few of the elderly people inside said hello to Mabel as they passed by.

“Nearly everyone here gets visits from their family. You can see for yourself how much it means to them. But you’re the only one left who visits Ellen. Her family never comes by. She keeps asking me if her son has come to visit, and it just breaks my heart to have to tell her no. But now you’re here… hopefully, that’ll cheer her up some.”

They stood before Ellen’s door. It was open, but unlike most of the other rooms, it was utterly silent. Over by the window, an elderly woman sat in a rocking chair, covered with a shawl. “Ellen?” Gladys called out, “you’ve got a visitor today! Isn’t that nice?”

Mabel stepped in, “Ellen?”

Hearing her name, the old woman called out in a frail voice, “Michael, is that you?”

Mabel walked over to sit on the bed beside her old friend, taking her hand, “Hello, Ellen. It’s me, Mabel.”

Ellen slowly nodded. “Mabel! I thought it might be…” She sighed, “I’m so glad you came. My family has forgotten all about me, but you still remember.” Her voice dropped, grew mournful. “No one else comes, not ever. Sometimes… sometimes I wonder what’s the point of living, if it means that you’re all alone.”

“You’re not alone,” Mabel told her, “You have friends here. And there’s me.”

“It’s not the same as having someone special in your life. To share moments with. To hold you at night so you don’t feel lonesome.” Ellen squeezed her hand, “Cherish your family, Mabel. Savor every moment you have with them, because you don’t want to be alone. You don’t know what it’s like to be alone. To have no one.”

Mabel replied quietly, “I think I do know, Ellen. I’ve lived on my own for a few years, after all.”

“No… no, you don’t, Mabel.”

Later, as Mabel drove back to the house, Ellen’s words echoed in her head. You don’t know what it’s like to be alone. To have no one.

***

When Mabel returned, she stepped out of the truck to find two enchanting little girls waiting for her.

“What’d you get?!” Emma squealed.

“Yeah,” Madison echoed, “What’d you get?!”

Oh, I stocked up on food. I’ve got a houseful of hungry girls, after all!” She touched Emma’s shoulder. “Tell you what. If you both help me bring in the bags of groceries, I might just have a nice surprise for you.”

“Ooooh, yeah!” Madison cried. “I like surprises!”

“Me too,” Emma declared, and just like that, the girls eagerly set to work — not only bringing the bags inside, but helping Mabel put everything away.

“Thank you, girls,” Mabel said when they were done. “You did a marvelous job. Now, go back out to the truck and look for another bag on the passenger seat. That’s your surprise. Wait until you get back before looking inside, though.”

“Yayyyy!” the girls shrieked, racing outside. A moment later they returned, carrying the bag between them. Setting it on the oaken coffee table, they practically dove inside, jumping up and down when they emerged with the contents: a batch of new clothes Mabel had picked up: pants, shirts, shorts, t-shirts, socks and underwear.

To her surprise, Madison and Emma immediately began to undress, stripping down until they were naked, then started trying on their new things. Mabel grew flustered at the sight, especially after the conversation she’d had earlier with Jill, and retreated to the kitchen to get an early start on supper.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the girls, though, recalling what Jill had told her: I think that Emma and Madison have a crush on you.

For the first time, she began to seriously consider what it would be like to take a little girl as a lover. She thought about Jill and ten-year-old Linda; how blissfully happy they were. She recalled her childhood friend Esther, and the helpless adoration she’d felt for the girl when they were second graders. I actually wanted to marry her… a silly kid’s dream, or so I always thought. But what if we’d actually been lovers?

It had fallen silent in the living room, so Mabel peered around the door to see what the girls were up to. Emma and Madison were hugging, their arms wrapped around one another, twisting from side to side. Madison was naked but for one of the new t-shirts, and Emma wore a tank top and panties.

Fascinated, Mabel watched the girls until they broke apart in a burst of giggles. Spotting Mabel looking at them from the kitchen, Emma raced over to her, Madison close behind. “Gramma?” Emma asked. “Can you read us a story?”

“Tell you what, girls. Take your new clothes upstairs, and when you come back down, I’ll read to you.”

With a hearty cheer, the youngsters hastened to snatch up their clothes, then thundered up the stairs. Still feeling a bit shaken, Mabel went back to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, which she gulped down.

A few minutes later,, Mabel was in her recliner reading to Emma and Madison. The girls were snuggled in her lap, side by side. Their hands were casually draped on her chest, and though they were mostly focused on the story, their hands absentmindedly stroked her breasts through her blouse as if they were casually petting a cat.

Before long, Mabel was having trouble focusing on the story, though the little ones didn’t seem to notice.. Jill and Linda passed by, and Jill gave Mabel a knowing smile when she saw what the two seven-year-olds were up to.

Mabel was still uneasy about her growing interest in these little girls, though not as much as before. She couldn’t deny that it was very nice to be touched in such a lovely way. How long had it been since anyone had shown her such loving attention? And somehow, being caressed by these adorable children made the experience even more satisfying. In a peculiar way, it reminded her of being a mother, an experience she hadn’t thought about for ages.

She paused in her reading, thought for a bit, then asked the girls quietly, “Would you two like to sleep with me again tonight?”

Both girls nodded vigorously. Madison squealed, “Yes, please!”

“Yeah, we liked that a lot!” Emma added. “You got a nicer room, too.”

Encouraged by the girls’ excitement, Mabel continued, “Y’know, sometimes it gets rather warm in my bedroom at night… and sometimes, I… well,  I prefer to sleep naked. Would that be okay with you?”

No reply was needed. The expressions of delight on the girls’ faces assured Mabel that this was more than okay with them.

“Can we sleep naked too?” Madison asked in a quiet, hopeful voice.

“If you want to,” Mabel replied.

“Could… could we maybe, uh… touch you? Y’know… when we’re all in bed with no clothes on?” Emma ventured.

Mabel’s heart was thudding in her chest. This is it, she told herself. The moment of truth. Are you really going to allow this?

Closing her eyes, she whispered, “I think that… yes, I would like that.”

“We can show you how to have sex,” Emma continued

Madison added, “It’s way fun, too. You’ll like it.”

Amused despite her nervousness, Mabel replied, “Okay.”

“It feels really… really good,” Madison assured her.

“All right, let’s get back to the story,” Mabel told them, as well as herself.

After the story was done and the girls were outside playing, she made her way upstairs to the spare room she’d given Emma and Madison. Delving into the battered dresser that had belonged to her daughter, she gathered up the few articles of clothing the girls had come with, picked up the bag of new things, then carried everything down the hall to her own bedroom, where she put everything away in the massive chest of drawers that had been in her family since the Coolidge administration.

Just as Mabel was folding pairs of little-girl underpants, Jill happened to pass by. She paused in mid-step, then watched her grandmother — wearing a wry smile, much to Mabel’s embarrassment.

“What’cha doing, Gramma?” Jill asked, though that smile and the tone of her voice made it crystal clear that she knew exactly what Mabel was up to.

Her face growing warm, Mabel replied, “Oh… Emma and Madison don’t seem to be too comfortable in their bedroom, so I thought… um… that…”

“So you’re moving them in here? Interesting.” She noticed something draped across the back of a chair. Picking it up, she held it up, revealing a skimpy, see-through negligee. “Why, Gramma,” she asked, “why would you have something like this? Will you be wearing it tonight?”

Now Mabel’s cheeks were flushed a bright red. She snatched the nightie out of Jill’s hand. “That’s… it’s just something I would wear when I wanted to feel pretty.”

Still smiling, Jill shook her head. “My goodness, Gramma… you only just found out about Emma and Madison being gay this morning! They’re really getting to you, aren’t they?”

“Jill!” Mabel protested. “Don’t tease me. I’m… I’m still confused about these feelings.” She sighed. “They’re so young, but so very sweet, too… and I must admit, it is nice to have someone want me that way.”

Jill said, taking Mabel’s hands in hers. “It’s a chance at love, Gramma. You shouldn’t pass that up.” With a sheepish grin, she added, “Sorry I made fun of you. Honestly, I’m really happy knowing that you might have such wonderful girls for lovers. I know what an awful thing it is to be alone.” She kissed her grandmother’s cheek, whispering, “Go, Gramma… seek happy nights to happy days.”

***

Later that night, Jill and Linda were working on a jigsaw puzzle while Mabel was seated in the recliner, Emma and Madison cuddling in her lap. Putting her magazine down, Mabel bent to whisper something to the girls, who then jumped up excitedly and ran up the stairs, Mabel following close behind.

Linda glanced up, “What was that all about?”

Fitting a puzzle piece in, Jill casually replied, “Oh, they’re going to be sleeping with Gramma from now on.”

Linda’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, sleeping with her?”

Jill grinned. “The same way that we sleep together, silly.”

Linda drew in her breath. “Wait. You mean…they’re going to have sex?!”

“Uh-huh.”

“My sister… and Madison? With your grandmother?”

“Yep.” Jill fitted another piece in. “The girls really like her. And I caught them checking out her tits quite a few times.”

Linda found herself wondering about what was going on in Mabel’s room right then, surprised to find herself aroused by the thought.

***

As a very excited Madison and Emma began to remove their clothes, dropping them on the floor, Mabel picked up her negligee from the back of the chair and headed into the bathroom, telling the girls, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

As she undressed, Mabel kept telling herself how crazy this was. What would her late husband think if he could see what she was up to? Her daughter? Her friends in town?

Slipping into the negligee, she studied at her barely-covered body in the mirror and sighed. At least it still fits, she told herself. It had been over twenty years since she had worn it, an anniversary gift from her late husband. Back then, she had no qualms about wearing such provocative lingerie, but her body wasn’t as firm as it used to be, especially her breasts. ‘Still, the girls think I’m attractive, and that’s all that matters.

Turning out the light, Mabel stepped out of the bathroom. The bedside lamp cast a soft glow about the room as she padded over to the bed. The girls, grinning gleefully, were sitting on the bed naked, and upon seeing Mabel in her skimpy, see-through nightgown, they were practically bouncing with excitement.

Mabel climbed into the bed, lying on top of the blankets. Emma and Madison exchanged a glance, then hesitated, unsure what to do next.

For a good minute, no one moved or spoke. Deciding to break the silence, Mabel said, “Come over here, girls,” patting the bed on either side. The girls shuffled over to sit beside her, but they remained quiet.

Licking her lips nervously, Mabel touched the front of her nightie “Should I take this off?”

Both girls slowly nodded, totally fixated on her. Mabel pulled up her nightgown and cast it aside, releasing her large breasts so that they hung down, to the gasps of both girls.

“C-can you…” Emma said breathlessly, “…can you get on your hands and knees?”

Now as naked as the children, Mabel rolled over and positioned herself on all fours.

“Omigod” Emma blurted out, and a tiny whimper escaped Madison’s lips. After another moment of stunned silence, sweet little Madison stuttered, “Can… can… can…” She paused, swallowed, then managed to continue “…can you kinda make your boobies… move around?”

Mabel had to smile. Even when exploring sex, they’re still innocent little girls, she thought. It’s not dirty to them. More like a fun game to play. Then again, isn’t that a healthier attitude than most adults take?

She rocked back and forth, causing her breasts to sway. The girls giggled and nudged one another, but made no attempt to touch her. By then, though, Mabel wanted to be touched.

Realizing that she would have to make the first move, Mabel gently took a hand of each girl — Emma’s first, then Madison’s — placing each one on a bare breast. She felt Emma’s fingers slowly open, cupping it, while Madison hesitated . Reaching out to caress the shy little girl’s cheek, Mabel whispered, “It’s okay, Maddie. You can touch me all you want.”

Soon enough, the girls were having a lovely time with Mabel’s breasts —  squeezing, fondling, rolling, even pressing their faces into them. Emma then got the bright idea of lifting a breast in her hands and dropping it, watching with great pleasure as it smacked loudly against Mabel’s belly. Madison joined in Emma’s game,  and soon they were dropping Mabel’s breasts on their hands and even their heads.

Mabel enjoyed this, but wanted something that was more like sex. She finally said, “I have an idea. How ‘bout we play mommy and babies? I’ll be the mommy and you two will be little ones. Do you know how a mommy feeds her babies?” The girls shook their heads. “They drink from their mommy’s breasts. Come, lay your heads down in my lap and I’ll show you.”

The girls quickly turned around and laid down on their backs with their heads on Mabel’s thighs, looking up at her expectantly. She guided a nipple into each of their open mouths and they began slurping away.

“My my, such hungry little babies,” she cooed over them, stroking their cheeks. The girls giggled at this and kept suckling as she leaned back, rubbing their chests and sighing in contentment. She was glad that she decided to let this happen, never imagining that sex with little girls would be this good.

After several minutes, Madison sat up, stating, “I want to play with your pee-pee.”

“That’s what little kids call it!” Emma said, frowning at Madison. “Big girls say ‘pussy’.”

“Okay, okay,” Madison sighed, rolling her eyes, then she gave Mabel a beseeching look. “Please, Gramma, can I play with your pussy?”

“Oh, me too!” Emma quickly chimed in.

“I… I think I’d like that very much,” Mabel said, slowly parting her thighs.

As they settled in between the woman’s legs, they began pulling her lips apart and poking their fingers inside, oohing and ahhing the entire time.

It was a little too rough for Mabel. “Gently, gently. Here let me help.” She spread her labia open so that the girls had a good view of the interior of her vagina. “Remember now, it’s very sensitive down there. Use a light touch — don’t be rough. Oh, and if you want to, you can lick it.” She paused, studying the girls. “Have either of you done that before?”

“We licked each other!” Madison exclaimed proudly, wrapping an arm around her new sister.

“I did it to Jill once,” Emma said. “She put syrup on hers first, so it tasted extra good.”

Madison’s eyes lit up. “Ooh… can you put syrup on yours, Gramma?”

“I don’t see why not,” Mabel replied. Getting out of bed, she grabbed a bathrobe from the closet and slipped it on. “I’ll get some from the kitchen.”

She quickly darted out to the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of Mrs. Butterworth’s from the pantry, then hurried back, trying her best to hide the syrup from Jill and Linda, who were still working the puzzle.

“What’s that you’ve got there, Gramma?” Jill teased, knowing very well what it was.

“Nothing!” Mabel replied, feeling flustered.

Back in her room, she slipped off the bathrobe, climbing back in the bed. Popping open the top of the bottle, she poured a little syrup onto her pussy, smearing it around with a finger.

“There you go,” she told Emma and Madison. “Help yourselves.”

Both girls moved in and began to lick, feasting on the sticky sweetness between Mabel’s legs. As the girls licked it all off, she would dribble a little more on until soon their mouths were coated a caramel color.

Those busy tongues amazed Mabel, creating all sorts of sensations that she’d quite forgotten about. Even better than that was their enthusiasm. The slurping noises and constant giggling enchanted her, also adding to the moment.

Emma kept interrupting her licking to touch Mabel’s breasts until, unable to resist, she scooted up to sit beside the older woman, feeling her up. Amused, Mabel watched as the child kneaded her breasts as if they were large wads of dough. At least she’s not squeezing them too hard.

Madison, meanwhile, continued to lick Mabel’s pussy, a curious, rather comical look on her face as she explored the intimate area with mouth and tongue, furrowing her brow in earnest effort.

It felt lovely, but the child’s attempt at giving oral lacked focus, too scattershot to provide the stimulation that Mahel craved. “Maddie, sweetheart,” she began, “can you rub me right here?” She touched her clitoris.

“This little bumpy thing?” Madison asked in her cute little voice.

“That’s right.”

“Oh, sure. Emma has one, too… she likes when I lick her there.”

Madison caressed the inflamed bud, and  Mabel closed her eyes. A delicious shiver raced through her frame, then she heard Madison ask, “What happened? Did you get the good feeling?”

Mabel had to smile at that. “I’m getting there, If you keep doing that, I will for sure.”

Madison continued to rub Mabel’s clit, asking every now and then, “Does it feel good?” or “Is it happening yet?” Hearing her sweet voice and watching Emma fondle her breasts, Mabel began to get a feeling that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Something she’d only felt with her husband, back when he was a much younger man. She tried to stay quiet, but a small groan escaped her lips.

Then she heard Madison say, “Oh, wow. Are you peeing?”

As she was getting her breath back, Mabel quickly answered, “No.” Slightly embarrassed, she added, “That’s just something that happens when I feel really good.”

“You pee when you feel good?”

With a sigh, Mabel attempted to explain “It’s not pee. It’s… a liquid that comes out of me when I have… well, remember when you asked me if I’d had the good feeling? That’s when it happens.”

“Did you like it?” Madison asked, her finger still moving across Mabel’s clit.

“Yes, I did… very much.” She playfully mussed the child’s hair — then gasped as another fierce twinge of pleasure shot through her. Oh, my goodness, am I going to…

Mabel groaned loudly, shaking all over as she came a second time. Panting for breath, she  heard Madison say, “There’s more pee coming outta you.”

“It — it’s not pee,” Mabel managed to say.

This got Emma’s attention, causing her to peek over to see what was going on. “Cool! It’s all over your hand,” she told Madison, then turned to Mabel. “You made a big ol’ wet spot on the bed.” She giggled.

Still out of breath, Mabel mumbled, “…Oh, I’ll wash the sheet… in the morning.” She gripped the sheets tightly in her hands as she felt herself building up to another orgasm, brought on by Madison’s busy fingers. This time, instead of a trickle of fluid running down her thigh, a brief stream squirted from her vagina, hitting Madison square in the face. The child stared at Mabel’s pussy, her mouth hanging open.

Emma burst out laughing, “Omigod! She peed on your face!” She clambered over Mabel’s leg, squealing, “Do it to me, Gramma — do it to me!”

Eager to comply, Madison furiously rubbed Mabel’s clit, releasing another squirt — this one jetted onto Emma’s chest. “Do it again!” Emma cried, and Madison kept rubbing. A third, smaller gush came out, puddling on the bed as Mabel continued to shiver through her third orgasm.

“Stop! Stop!” Mabel choked out, pushing away Madison’s hand, “That’s enough…” She gulped in deep breaths of air, completely drained of energy.

“Are you okay?” she heard Madison ask.

“Yes… I just… n-need to rest,” Mabel whispered.

The girls laid down on either side of the woman, snuggling against her. She wrapped her arms around them both.

After a few minutes’ rest, Mabel opened her eyes. The girls were both studying her with great interest. “I’m sorry, Madison,” she said. “I didn’t mean to, erm, come in your face like that.”

“It’s okay,” Madison declared. “I liked it.”

“Me too!” Emma echoed.

“Well, I’m glad you did. I really must thank you girls. I can’t tell you how good that felt.”

“Did it feel really really good?” Madison asked, pleased with herself.

“Even better than that,” said Mabel.”

“Should we do it to you again?” Emma asked.

“Oh no, no! I don’t think my heart could take it. What I would like to do is to make you girls feel as good as you made me feel.” Mabel thought about what to do, aware that this was all quite new to her. Emma and Madison were staring expectantly at her. “Okay,” she finally said, easing herself into a sitting position. “Why don’t you both lie down on your backs for me.”

The girls quickly positioned themselves, their eager eyes on Mabel. She gazed in awe at their childish slits, so tiny and smooth compared to hers. Reaching out, she gently stroked them both, one with each hand, watching the girls to gauge their reactions.

They turned out to be quite ticklish, and Mabel took great pleasure in rubbing their pussies with her thumbs while using the fingertips to tease their bellies. But soon enough, their squirms and giggles ceased as Mabel began to stimulate them for real.

The girls were very quiet. Mabel marveled at how they seemed to lose focus of her, their eyes glassy, staring off into space. Soon, their bodies began to shift restlessly as pleasure made itself known, then began to rise.

A painful look came over Madison’s face, accompanied by a quiet whimper. At first, Mabel feared that she’d hurt the child, then realized that her little lover was having a very intense orgasm. She spoke soothingly to the girl, whispering “It’s all right, sweetheart. Let it happen.”

As Madison cried out, Emma muttered in a shaky voice, “Y-yeah…r-right there…” Glancing her way, Mabel saw that Emma was having her own climax. The little girl emitted a moan that quickly mounted into a wail, her thin body twitching helplessly. Finally, with an adorable little squeak, she went limp.”

Madison seemed to be dozing peacefully, while a dazed Emma stared sightlessly at the ceiling.  Mabel whispered, “Emma… are you okay?”

Turning her gaze to Mabel, Emma smiled weakly, mumbling, “Oh, Gramma, that was so… awesome.”

Though the girls clearly wanted to rest, Mabel decided that they really ought to wash away the sticky signs of their lovemaking. She gently roused the girls, then led them into the shower. The warm water woke them up and soon, they were animated as ever, chattering about what an incredible experience that had been.

Mabel washed them lovingly, like a mother would, then dried them and herself. Returning to the bedroom, she took off the soiled sheet and put on a clean one, then they crawled into bed together.

Madison and Emma cuddled up against her, one on each side, and she kissed their foreheads, saying, “Such lovely little girls. How did you two get to be so sweet?”

Emma shrugged, “I dunno.”

Madison added, “Must’ve been the cookies we ate.”

Mabel chuckled, “Must have been.”

***

Mabel’s eyes fluttered open as the morning sunlight peeked through the window. She glanced in turn at the girls on either side,, both of them still asleep. Mabel had to smile at how precious they looked, like sweet slumbering angels. The girls were motionless but for the rise and fall of their boyish chests, and , their hair draped across the pillows. Madison was quiet as a mouse, while a gentle snore issued from Emma’s mouth.

Mabel thought back to the previous night, feeling awed by the things she’d done. Did I really have sex with two little girls? she asked herself, then smiled.. Actually, I did just that — and now, I’m in love. With children. I suppose that ought to bother me… but goodness me, I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.

She carefully sat up and yawned, stretching her limbs. The temptation was there to sleep for a little longer, but Mabel decided to rouse herself and make coffee. Scooting slowly and carefully across the bed so as not to wake the girls, she got up and slipped into her robe. Picking up the soiled bed sheet from the floor, she quietly exited the room, pulling the door shut behind her, then heading down to the kitchen. She assumed that everyone was asleep, and was surprised to see Jill at the dining table, munching on buttered toast.

“Don’t make too much noise. The girls are still asleep,” Mabel told her.

Jill laughed. “You really wore them out, huh?”

“More like they wore me out,” Mabel replied as she dropped the sheet into the washer, followed by a capful of detergent. “Is Linda asleep?”

“Yeah. I made a pot of coffee, by the way… looks like you could use some.”

“That I could.” Mabel poured herself a cup, then sat down across from Jill, yawning again.

Eating the last bit of her toast, Jill smiled at her grandmother. “It’s an incredible experience, isn’t it?”

“Oh, my, yes,” Mabel sighed. She stared off into space for a bit. “Never in a million years would I ever have imagined getting involved in something like this. I loved every minute of it, too.”

“There’s something about little girls,” Jill agreed, “You just get sucked in by them. So sweet, so cute. Anyways,” she added with a snicker, “welcome to the Young Pussy Club.”

“There’s no need to be vulgar,” Mabel frowned as she stood up. “I suppose that I should go check on them.”

“Be careful,” Jill said as Mabel left the room. “If I know those two, they’ll be in the mood for more.”

Cautiously opening the bedroom door, Mabel saw that the girls were still asleep. She was about to awaken them, but felt a sudden urge to cuddle some more with her new lovers. Letting  her robe drop to the floor, she tried to climb into bed without disturbing the little ones, but her movements woke Emma from her slumber.

Seeing Gramma on all fours beside her, the woman’s breasts hanging down just inches from her face, Emma reached out to touch one, singing, “Good morning, boobies!”

That roused Madison, who instantly became wide awake upon seeing a naked Mabel next to her. “Oooohh!” the child squealed. “Are we gonna do sexy stuff again?”

“No, I was just trying to get back in bed without waking you two up,” Mabel replied.

“Awwww…” Emma pouted.

“We’ll do it again tonight,” Mabel assured her.

“Can we pretend we’re hungry babies again?” asked Madison.

“Yes.” Mabel laid down between the girls, “You know, I had a marvelous time with you girls last night. Now, it feels like some crazy, beautiful dream.”

Emma rolled over on top of Mabel, resting her chin on the woman’s breast. “Yeah, it was crazy! You even peed on us!” she said emphatically, with no small amount of glee.

Mabel covered her face, groaning, “Oh, I can’t believe I did that! And it wasn’t pee!”

“Can you pee on us again tonight?” Madison asked.

“Drink a whole bunch of water,” Emma suggested.

“It wasn’t pee…” Mabel started, but the girls weren’t listening. They jumped out of bed and wriggled into the new pajamas that Mabel had bought for them, then raced into the hall.

Linda was coming out of the bathroom as the girls ran out into the living room. She asked them, “So, did you two sleep good last night?”

“Uh-uh,” Emma shook her head, “We were too busy fucking… um, I mean making love.”

“It was neat!” Madison bounced up and down excitedly, “We got to see Gramma’s boobies!”

“Yeah!” Emma crowed, “And she let us touch them and everything!”

“They’re really, really big!” Madison held her arms apart, as if she was grasping a beach ball. “And she peed on us!”

Linda’s mouth dropped, “She what?”

“She peed all over us!” Madison repeated, grinning that silly smile of hers.

“It was so awesome!” Emma added.

“No, I didn’t,” Mabel’s faint voice came from the closed bedroom.

“She actually peed on you?” Linda asked incredulously.

“Uh-huh,” both girls nodded.

“I didn’t pee on them!” Mabel’s faint voice again came from the bedroom.

Jill, overhearing the commotion, poked her head out of the kitchen, “What happened?”

Madison blurted out excitedly, “Mabel peed on us!”

“No, I didn’t!” Mabel’s faint voice floated from the bedroom again, sounding increasingly flustered.

Jill’s face was a mixture of astonishment and confusion, “Did I miss something here?”

Madison whispered to Linda, “Some of it got in my mouth, but it didn’t taste yucky.”

By that time, Mabel had managed to get herself dressed, scolding the girls as she emerged from the bedroom, “Girls! You don’t have to go blabbing our private business to everyone.” Taking their hands, she led them to the dining room. “I’ll make us all pancakes.”

“I think we used up all the syrup last night,” Emma reminded her.

Mabel sighed, closing her eyes, “I’ll make omelets, then.”

On to Chapter Eight!

1

Error happened.

By JB West

For helpful information about this story’s main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales

Part 1 – A Whole New Woman

Kim and Rachel arrived at Cassidy and Deena’s home just after six-thirty the next evening. Kim had called Cassidy that morning to ask if she and Rachel could stop by later, telling her that they had an idea they wanted to discuss and a favor to ask. Cassidy was, of course, happy to have the sisters over, but let Kim know that Deena wouldn’t be home until sometime after six.

Rachel pulled up next to the curb, parking the car, then looked over at her sister before turning off the ignition. “You sure you want to do this?” she asked. Kim had been hesitant to go along with her idea at first and Rachel wanted to be absolutely sure that Kim was doing this because she wanted to, not because her big sister was pressuring her into it.

“Yeah,” Kim said. She looked over at Rachel and smiled. “I’m a little nervous, to tell you the truth, but yes, I want to do this.” Taking her sister’s hand, she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

The sisters walked up the short driveway and onto a small path that brought them to the front door, where Rachel rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened and they were greeted by a smiling Cassidy. She quickly ushered them inside and they exchanged quick kisses on the cheek. Cassidy offered the sisters something to drink and explained that Deena had only gotten home about five minutes earlier, was taking a quick shower, and would join them soon.

She gave Kim and Rachel a quick tour of the house, although there wasn’t much to show. It was a modest dwelling — two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small kitchen that was basically part of the same space as the living room, although the two areas were divided by an island countertop. There was no formal dining area, just a small table for two where Cassidy and Deena normally took their meals.

Cassidy led the sisters down to the basement and showed them her studio. There was also a small laundry and utility room. The rest of the basement was mostly used as a storage area. Cassidy was a bit of a packrat so there were many boxes of miscellaneous stuff that she had collected over her years of travel and adventure before settling down with Deena.

They made their way upstairs, meeting Deena just as she emerged from the bedroom in jeans and a t-shirt, her hair still damp. A quick round of hellos were said, then they all moved outside to the patio to enjoy the beautiful summer evening.

The women chatted for about twenty minutes before Kim finally got up the nerve to address their true reason for stopping by. “Cassidy,” Kim began, “I wonder if I could ask you to do something for me.”

Oh, no, Cassidy thought. Here it comes. She’s going to ask me to undo what I did. She wasn’t happy about this turn of events and suddenly felt quite nervous, but she responded with a nonchalant tone. “Sure,” Cassidy said. “What is it?”

Kim took a sip of her water and swallowed hard, still struggling with her own nerves. “I was hoping you could answer a question I had.”

Cassidy felt a weird sense of relief. All Kim wanted was a question answered. Easy enough. “I can try,” she said.

“Over the past couple of days I’ve — well, we’ve…” Kim indicated Rachel, who was sitting beside her, then reached over and took her sister’s hand. “We’ve been wondering… how exactly did you change us, and… did you change Rachel more than me? If so, why?”

Cassidy chided herself for assuming that Kim’s question would be an easy one to answer. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then launched into an explanation.

“You were such a mess the other night,” she began “and I felt responsible for it. I don’t feel like I forced you to do anything against your will, but after our encounter in the hot tub, the sheer amount of grief and anguish you were feeling was overwhelming. I told you I can sense the emotions in others around me, and the stronger the emotion, the more I feel it. Your grief was like getting punched in the gut. It felt terrible, and I know I was only experiencing a fraction of what you were feeling.”

Cassidy’s head was bowed while she spoke, but then looked up at Kim, tears forming in her eyes. Stricken by the sight, Kim wanted to take Cassidy in her arms, to tell her that everything would be all right but froze in the moment as the memory of her absurd grief came rushing back to her. Kim could feel her own tears welling up, and she had to look away from Cassidy for fear that she might start crying.

“When I was in your mind, I changed the things I felt you needed changed; to help you regain control of your life.” Cassidy’s tears were now streaming down her face. “And I — I wanted you so much, Kim. I felt such an intense desire for you. I m-made it so you’d be able to feel the same for me.” A sob broke from her lips. “I’m sorry if I went t-too far…”

Kim trembled as Cassidy’s words resonated in her mind. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, but the memory of how the young woman had freed her from sorrow and guilt filled her with pure joy. The tears that threatened to burst forth finally did, but they were bereft of sadness. Kim could only feel the peace that had been granted to her by Cassidy and the changes she had made.

Rising from her chair, Kim moved to Cassidy’s side, took the younger woman’s chin in her hand, then tilted her head up so that they were looking into each other’s tear-filled eyes. Kim leaned down and placed a gentle, loving kiss on Cassidy’s lips. Cassidy started to laugh as the relief of knowing that Kim was not upset with her passed through her mind. Cassidy took Kim’s hand and held it close to her heart.

Cassidy then turned her attention to Kim’s older sister.

“Rachel, you were much easier to help than Kim. The death of her husband and the trauma it caused… trying to put her life back together, it left your sister with deeply seeded issues of grief, guilt and… resentment to deal with.” Cassidy gave Kim’s hand a light squeeze but then continued, “Kim was in a much more vulnerable state than you. I knew that I could tinker with your subconscious mind without doing you any harm, so I didn’t need to be quite as cautious.”

“Can you tell me what you did?” Rachel said. “Whatever it was, it worked, and I’m definitely not upset… but I am curious. How did you change me, exactly?”

Now that she knew the sisters weren’t angry with her, Cassidy felt far more at ease explaining how she’d used her powers. “Well, first, it was obvious how much you wanted Deena, so I enabled you to act on those desires. I stripped away any inhibitions you had and increased your libido just a bit. It sounds so crude to say out loud, but I… I took away anything that might prevent you from being my — well, mine and Deena’s, really — our ideal sex partner. I could see how badly you wanted to be with her, but you were too reserved to allow that to happen. So I fixed that. I made you completely open to letting your desires run wild.”

Rachel’s heart throbbed with excitement. She’d had her own ideas about how Cassidy had altered her sexuality, and now her suspicions had been confirmed, absolutely and without question. The Rachel from a few days ago would have been horrified by Cassidy’s confession, but now she was turned on and weirdly, deeply grateful.

Cassidy had more to say, though. “I also could tell from poking around in your head that you’re a very adventurous person when it comes to sex — much more so than you think. So I decided to… well, I eliminated any inhibitions you had about the idea of incest, or making love to little girls.” Cassidy looked away, a sudden blush coloring her cheeks. “I wanted to make it easier for you to love other women, but I also wanted you to feel that same desire for your sister… and your child. I… I wanted you to be like me and Deena.”

Rachel nodded slowly, her suspicions confirmed. She knew now for certain that all the new feelings and desires she’d been experiencing for the past two days were the result of Cassidy’s alterations in her mind. More than that, she was correct in her guess that Cassidy and Deena shared an attraction for young girls.

Rising from her seat, Rachel began to pace restlessly back and forth, her mind buzzing with the significance of these revelations and how they might affect her life going forward. For the millionth time, she imagined what it would be like, taking her daughter Emily as a lover. Was such a thing even possible? The idea still turned her on — if anything, more than ever.

A storm of lust raged inside her. She wanted to scream, to sing, to break into unrestrained dancing, to tear off every stitch of her clothing. Instead, Rachel stopped pacing and stood in front of Deena, looking down at her. “Did you know about this?”

Deena took a deep breath. “I know what Cassidy is capable of. I didn’t know exactly what she’d done to you, not until now.”

She would have said more, but then Rachel suddenly bent down to kiss her. It was an aggressive kiss, smoldering with the full heat and intensity of Rachel’s passion. Deena was taken aback at first, but she quickly responded in kind, meeting and matching the older woman’s ardor.

Still holding Kim’s hand as she watched the amorous display playing out before her, Cassidy gave it another squeeze. She looked up at Kim, enthralled by the desire in her eyes, but also by the deep sexual hunger that radiated through Kim’s soul, a hunger that Cassidy felt as acutely as her own.

“So,” Kim said, gazing down at Cassidy, “Do you think you could do one more favor for me?”

Cassidy’s eyes met Kim’s. “Anything.”

“I need you to finish the job,” Kim said. “I want you to go back into my mind and do for me what you did for Rachel.”

“What? Are you sure?” Cassidy was shocked. She had feared that this night would be filled with accusations and recriminations. Instead, Kim was asking to have her mind altered once more, to complete the transition into a wanton devotee of lesbian love. Cassidy was so elated she almost jumped out of her seat.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Kim said. “Ever since you told me about Emily watching us, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the girls… our daughters. These feelings, these thoughts, I can’t quite shake my feelings of guilt. I’m tired of feeling that way. You’ve shown me that it doesn’t have to be like this, so I’m asking you to help me again. I want this. I need this. Please.”

“Of course I will,” Cassidy replied, impressed by Kim’s resolve. Even after hearing the unvarnished truth about the changes she’d made to Rachel, Kim wanted more than anything to have those same alterations done to herself. Cassidy had helped Kim through her grief, and now she would enable Kim to become the person she was meant to be.

Cassidy had no way of knowing it, but what she was about to do would not only change Kim’s life, but the lives of many others as well, including her own.

“Are you ready?” Cassidy asked, and Kim nodded. “Let’s do this, then.”

Rising to her feet, she placed another chair directly across from hers, motioned for Kim to sit, then retook her own seat. Cassidy took Kim’s hands in hers, gazed into her new friend’s eyes, inhaled deeply, then engaged Kim, carefully entering the woman’s mind.

Once again, Cassidy found herself in the familiar landscape of Kim’s psyche, where she quickly set to work destroying the last vestiges of the inhibitions that Kim so desperately wanted to be rid of. Just as she’d done with Rachel, Cassidy made certain that Kim would never feel negative emotion as a result of her desires. From this day forward, Kim would experience the world just as her sister did; never again would fear or doubt or embarrassment keep Kim from exploring her sexual needs and acting upon them.

A moment later Cassidy broke the connection and felt her consciousness flow back into her body. Like the last time, it took Kim a minute to regain her senses, but then she opened her eyes, smiling hugely. Just like the time before, Kim could tell that changes had been made to her psyche, changes for the better. A sense of calm contentment had taken hold of her and the joy it brought was overwhelming.

“Thank you,” Kim whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek, a beatific smile on her lips.

Her gratitude was intended for all three women. Thank you to Rachel, for always being there for her no matter what, for persuading her to make the change. Thank you to Deena, for helping save her life, protecting Katie, and bringing Cassidy into her life. And thank you to Cassidy, for making her a whole new woman and hopefully, a happier person.

Kim felt genuinely alive. The weight of her grief and guilt were entirely gone, and she was free to become the woman she’d always wanted to be, even if she hadn’t known who that was until now.

Part 2 – The Plan

Deena was seated in her chair with Rachel nestled in her lap, occasionally swapping kisses while Cassidy and Kim continued to meditate. Like the others, Deena had no idea what was going to happen moving forward, but the erotic potential of this situation thrilled her to the core. The fact that Rachel had fully accepted the truth of what Cassidy had done to her turned Deena on more than she could put into words. She was a dominant person by nature, and the possibility of having easy access to not just one but two sexy older women who were open to doing whatever she asked of them was almost too exciting to comprehend. And the fact that Rachel and Kim were sisters, each with a gorgeous little girl of her own… in Deena’s mind, it made the whole situation all the more intriguing.

Noticing that Cassidy had slipped back into consciousness, Deena broke her kiss with Rachel and turned her attention to her lover. Cassidy was watching Kim intently, waiting for the woman to regain her senses.

Gradually, Kim returned to herself, the others watching as her eyes fluttered, then opened. Her face seemed to glow with bliss and she was smiling. A single “thank you” was all that Kim could manage.

“Did it work?” Rachel asked. She’d been watching Kim and Cassidy closely, but had no way of knowing whether Cassidy had been able to successfully alter her sister into being the sexually liberated woman that she longed to be.

In reply, Kim gazed lovingly at Rachel, on the verge of joyful tears. All but leaping from her chair, she seized Rachel’s wrist, pulling her up from Deena’s lap and into a tight embrace. Their mouths met in a kiss that quickly grew deep and passionate.

Kim broke the kiss and looked into her stunned sister’s eyes. “What do you think?” she said, laughing.

“I’d say yeah, it worked,” Rachel chuckled, allowing a hand to drift down to rest on her sister’s ass. “And, um, the other thing?” She wanted to know if Kim’s newly discovered desire for young girls was still a problem, or if Cassidy had managed to sort that out.

Getting the hint, Kim quickly conjured an image of Emily in her mind. She imagined her eight-year-old niece standing in the doorway of her bedroom looking in, completely nude, with a curious expression on her angelic face. Kim, also nude, was laying on the bed. She motioned for the girl to come to her. Emily padded into the room and slowly climbed up onto the bed, all the while gazing longingly into Kim’s eyes in a way that made the woman shiver. The child crawled between Kim’s wide-splayed legs, then bent down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss into the juicy flesh of her aunt’s pussy.

The fantasy piqued Kim’s arousal but she felt no guilt whatsoever. Just desire. Just love. It was the proof she needed to answer Rachel’s question.

“Definitely.” Kim said with a sigh.

Rachel clapped her hands in delight. The first part of her plan, getting Cassidy to alter Kim the same way she’d been altered, was complete. It was now time to proceed with the second part: getting Deena and Cassidy on board. And since Cassidy had already confirmed that she and Deena were also attracted to young girls, Rachel knew that this next step would be easy.

She turned to face her new friends. Deena was still seated and Cassidy was now perched on the arm of her lover’s chair. They were holding hands. “I’ve got a proposition for you both,” Rachel said. “And I think you’ll really like it. In fact, I’m pretty sure that it’s exactly what you’ve been hoping for.” Rachel shot Deena a knowing look.

Deena felt a small quiver in her pussy. She hadn’t known Rachel long but she knew her well enough to recognize the look of desire behind her eyes. “Well, that sounds promising,” Deena said with a playful tone. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe we should all sit down.” Kim chimed in.

Once the four of them had taken their seats, Rachel took a sip of water and began to share her thoughts. She launched into a brief summary of her plan, the first part of which was getting Cassidy to adjust Kim’s psyche. That accomplished, Rachel proceeded to run through the rest of it while Deena and Cassidy listened intently. They really liked what they heard, but each had questions that Rachel and Kim were keen to answer.

Over the next hour or so, the women discussed the plan until it had morphed from a collection of loose ideas into something that was sure to be an extraordinary experience — that is, if they could pull it off.

They had just finished ironing out the details when Kim peeked at her wristwatch. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “It’s later than I thought.” She informed Rachel of the time, and they agreed that they should get home soon to tuck the girls in.

“You wouldn’t believe how expensive babysitters are in my neighborhood,” Kim told her new friends. “I swear, this girl we’ve got tonight is going to bankrupt me!” The women shared a laugh as she and Rachel rose to their feet.

“Before you two go, there’s something I need to show you,” Cassidy said. Kim could tell from the tone of the younger woman’s voice that it was something serious.

“Sure,” Kim replied.

The group proceeded inside and Cassidy led Kim downstairs to her studio, Deena and Rachel close behind. She walked over to the far corner of the room and stopped in front of a small cloth-covered canvas that was resting on an easel.

“Do you remember what I told you about the Buzz… and how it’s always there in the back of my head?”

Kim nodded.

“On Friday night I woke up in the middle of the night. The Buzz is what did it. The sound was so loud, so intense.” Looking at Cassidy with concern, Kim took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“That wasn’t the first time that it’s happened,” Cassidy continued, “and when it does, there’s only one way to dial it down. I look into a mirror, concentrate on myself, and then meditate, counting backwards from ten. Normally, as soon as the countdown is complete the buzzing subsides, and I can rest easy. But the other night, something… different happened.” Cassidy paused, taking a deep breath.

“It’s okay. You can tell me,” Kim reassured Cassidy in an almost motherly fashion. Cassidy smiled bashfully at Kim, then leaned in for a quick kiss before she resumed her story.

“When I was finished, the Buzz had stopped, but an image flashed in my mind. A face. A face I had never seen before.” Cassidy took another deep breath. “I rushed down here, grabbed my brushes and started painting. I needed to see that face. Somehow I knew that whoever it was, they held the answer.”

“The answer?” Kim asked. “The answer to what?”

“I don’t know.” Cassidy said. “I don’t even know the question. But maybe she does.” Taking hold of the cloth draped over the canvas, she pulled it away.

Kim immediately gasped in surprise. It was not a photo-realistic depiction by any means, more impressionistic, but it was unmistakably the image of Katie’s face.

Kim stared at the painting, trying to grasp what it meant. “Y-y-you said you did this Friday night?” she stuttered.

“I started it that night. I’ve been working on it since then, a little bit every day.”

Kim pressed a hand to her forehead. “Friday night. Before you even met her!”

“Yes,” Cassidy confirmed. “In fact, Deena hadn’t even told me about her — or any of you, actually — when I… I had my vision. I had no reason to know of Katie’s existence, but I saw her face so clearly in my mind.”

“And you think she’s the answer to — to some unknown question?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Cassidy’s voice quivered with uncertainty. “I don’t know.”

Kim shuffled over to the opposite corner of the room where there was a small wooden chair covered in many years worth of dried paint. She sat down and slumped over, holding her head in both hands. A few feet away, Deena and Rachel stood still as statues, watching as Cassidy moved behind the chair and began to lightly rub Kim’s shoulders.

“Do you think she might be like you?” Kim mumbled, her head still down.

“Maybe.” Cassidy said. “Or maybe it was some kind of premonition. Or…”

“I still think it’s just a case of you picking up on my thoughts.” Deena said.

Raising her head, Kim peered thoughtfully at Deena, who seemed to be cool and calm, as always. Rachel, on the other hand, wore the same concerned expression as Cassidy.

“What do you mean?” Kim asked. ”What kind of thoughts were you having about Katie?”

Deena hesitated for a moment. She was worried about how open she should be about her feelings for Katie, but decided that complete honesty was her only course.

“That night, after spending so much time with Katie, she was very much on my mind,” Deena explained. “Then later, Cassidy and I… um… we had sex, and all the while, I was thinking about her. I even asked Cassidy to pretend she was a little girl while she was going down on me. And I fantasized that she was really Katie.”

Kim knew that Deena had a strong sexual desire for young girls, nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat shocked by her words, even though she’d had very similar thoughts about Katie. The night before, when Rachel had fingered her to orgasm while they stood at Katie’s bedroom door, Kim had wondered what it would be like to touch her daughter like that. Now Deena was putting this forbidden desire into words, saying out loud that she wanted sex with Katie. Kim knew that she should be appalled; instead, she was thrilled by the notion and found herself getting turned on all over again.

Deena was still voicing her thoughts. “I think that my feelings for Katie were so heightened at the time that Cassidy couldn’t help but pick up on them. Somehow that translated into the vision she had.” With a helpless shrug, Deena added, “Mind you, I can’t prove any of this. I still don’t completely understand Cassidy’s powers.”

The room was silent as the four women each pondered the various ideas that had been discussed.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all this,” Kim said, her desire colored by worry. Her first priority was Katie’s well being, of course, but she also needed to understand the meaning behind Cassidy’s vision, if there was one.

“I don’t know either… but I will be here to help you and Katie, however I can.” Cassidy said. She knelt down next to Kim and hugged her.

Kim wrapped her arms around Cassidy and held her close, whispering, “Thank you.”

“Um, Cassidy? Maybe you could take a look around Katie’s mind. You might find some answers that way,” Rachel suggested.

Kim looked up from Cassidy to Rachel, then back. She took Cassidy’s hands in hers. “What do you think?” she asked. “Would you be willing to try that? Would it even help?”

“I — I’ve never used my power on anyone so young before.” Cassidy said. “I mean, I’m sure I could do it… but would Katie be willing? I’m not comfortable with the idea of forcing my way into her head.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Kim said. “Katie will be fine with it. She’s the most curious child I know. If we tell her about your gift, and how you’d like to try an experiment with her, you won’t even have to ask. She’ll be begging you to do it.”

“Or we could make it one of the games we want to play tomorrow night.” Rachel said. “Like pretending to hypnotize her or something. I’m sure she’d be a very willing subject.”

Cassidy absently tugged at the hem of her t-shirt as she pondered the request. Despite Kim’s confidence in her skills, she couldn’t quite shake her reservations about invading the mind of a child.

But Kim wants me to at least make the attempt. How can I look into those enchanting eyes and tell her no?

“I… I’ll try.” Cassidy finally said.

Kim stood, then helped Cassidy up from her knees. They embraced again, holding each other tightly. Kim wanted to express what she was feeling, but couldn’t find the words. A simple thank you wouldn’t be enough, and anything sexual seemed inappropriate. Fortunately for Kim, words weren’t necessary as Cassidy could literally feel the emotions that she wanted to convey.

Deena and Rachel took the opening to slip back upstairs. It was obvious that Kim and Cassidy were sharing a private moment so the other two women quietly left them be.

After another minute of holding each other, gently swaying in their embrace, feeling the warmth of their bodies close together, Kim and Cassidy broke their hug. Kim then looked at the portrait of her daughter. again “It really is a very nice painting.” Kim said.

“You think?”

“Of course.” Kim gave Cassidy a shy smile.

“Well, it helps that the subject is so beautiful — and desirable,” Cassidy said as she brushed back a couple strands of hair that had fallen across Kim’s face. “Just like her mother.”

Kim blushed at the compliment. She wanted to grab Cassidy and kiss her, but didn’t get the chance, as  Cassidy had felt her own sudden rush of desire and acted on it before Kim was able to. Their kiss was long and slow and sensual and fully conveyed the desire that each of them felt for the other.

Meanwhile, Deena and Rachel were upstairs, making out on the couch. They were just getting to the point where articles of clothing were about to be removed when they heard a light cough, followed by the sound of Cassidy snickering. They looked up to see Cassidy and Kim standing over them, big smiles on their faces.

“Okay, enough of that, you two,” Cassidy said, pretending to scold them. Deena dramatically feigned ignorance to any wrongdoing — of course, as an officer of the law she was beyond reproach. Rachel then accused Cassidy and Kim of cock-blocking, and they all laughed.

“We really should get going.” Kim said after the laughter died down.

It was getting close to the girls’ bedtime, so Rachel reluctantly agreed. The women all exchanged kisses at the door, then Cassidy and Deena watched as Kim and Rachel walked to their vehicle, got in and drove away.

Shutting the door, Deena turned around to find herself drawn into Cassidy’s arms. They exchanged a long kiss, just as passionate as the ones they’d shared with the sisters, but more cozy and familiar. After they broke the kiss, they stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. No words were needed.

***

Later that night, Cassidy crawled into bed, snuggling up close to Deena. She rested her head on Deena’s chest and listened to the slow, steady beat of her lover’s heart.

Deena took Cassidy’s hand, brought it to her lips and pressed a warm kiss into the palm. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” she asked.

“No.” Cassidy replied. “More like super excited.”

“I was talking about Katie,” Deena said. “Going inside her head. Poking around.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Cassidy looked across the room at the mirror in the corner. “I guess I’m a little bit nervous.”

Deena took Cassidy’s chin in hand and tilted her head so that they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “You know that I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” She leaned in to kiss her lover.

“I know that,” Cassidy said as she rolled over, facing away from Deena. “I guess I’m just worried about what I might find.”

Deena settled in behind Cassidy, spooning her body, hugging her close. Feeling Cassidy shiver, she placed a few feather-light kisses on the back of her neck, a technique that always seemed to relax her partner. “Whatever happens, we’ll handle it. You and me, babe.”

Placing her arms atop Deena’s, Cassidy hugged them tightly to her chest. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“And I love you.”

A few minutes later, Cassidy could tell that her lover had drifted off. She extricated herself from Deena’s embrace and slipped out of bed. Padding over to the mirror, she studied her reflection, just as she’d done the other night. Cassidy toyed with the notion of doing her meditation but decided not to, unnerved by the possibility of what she might see. Instead, she sat down on a small chair in the opposite corner of the room and peered out the window.

From there she could see the streetlight that dimly illuminated the cul-de-sac. There was a swarm of insects frantically flying around the light, and she was almost convinced that she could hear them —  but no, it was the Buzz, there as always. Her reminder that she wasn’t a normal person.

The vision of Katie’s face flashed in her mind once again, and Cassidy shivered. By this time tomorrow, she’d have her answer, the mystery would be solved, but in that moment all Cassidy had was doubt, fear and a sense that no matter what she discovered, her life would be forever changed.

On to Chapter Nine!

by Girl Lover

The next morning, Linda awakened early, needing to pee. She drew the blanket back, but the chilly air in the room changed her mind. She quickly jerked the blanket back over her nakedness, snuggling close to Jill for warmth.

Then she heard a quiet giggle coming from the other bed, followed by Madison’s voice, “Ohhh, you’re all gooey!” There was a pause, then she added, “Tastes kinda yummy, though.”

Jill’s eyes popped open, and she frowned. “What the hell are those two up to?”

Now Linda sat up. “Emma, what are y’all doing?” The girls were completely concealed by their blanket, but the movement underneath made it obvious that something was going on.

“Nothiiiiiiiiiiiing…” Emma’s voice came from underneath the blanket, followed by a giggle. Then she whispered, “No, not there. That’s my butthole!”

Linda crawled out of bed, quickly donned her nightshirt, then pulled back the blanket covering the two little girls.

Her mouth dropped at what she saw. Both girls were naked. Emma was stretched out on her back, legs spread wide, with Madison lying between them. “She wanted to know how we, um, made love,” Emma told her before looking back at Madison, “Okay, now move it around some.”

Linda’s eyes widened even more when she saw what Madison was doing. There was something sticking out of Emma’s vagina. “Wh…what is that?!” she gasped.

Emma grinned sheepishly. “My hairbrush.”

Jill sat up in bed, angling for a good look. “Wow! Wasn’t expecting that!”

Linda winced. “Emma! Don’t put your hairbrush in — in there!”

“Why not?” Emma asked, “You put your whole arm in Jill.”

That seemed to astonish Madison. “She did?”

“No, I didn’t!” Linda protested, her cheeks quickly turning bright pink.

“She did too,” Emma told Madison, “You shoulda seen it, too. She stuck it all the way up to here.” Emma pointed halfway up her arm.

Linda’s mouth dropped open, and Jill burst out laughing at the flustered look on her lover’s face. Spinning around, Linda glared at Jill, “It’s not funny!”

Jill climbed out of the bed to take Linda’s arm, leading her away from the children. “Let them have fun,” she said. “That’s what sex is all about. Besides, I want to watch!” Falling back onto the bed, Jill pulled Linda down with her, cradling the ten-year-old in her arms as they lay on their sides, watching the two little girls. Jill slipped a hand under Linda’s nightshirt to fondle her budding breasts.

Emma jerked slightly, “Ooh, right there.”

Madison wiggled the hairbrush, asking, “Here?”

“Yeah… oooooh,” Emma moaned, closing her eyes, “That feels soooo nice.” Linda watched as her sister began to succumb to pleasure Madison was giving her as she wiggled the brush around. Every now and then, she would make a face. At first, when that happened, Madison asked, “Does that hurt?”

“No, I like it. K-keep going,” Emma answered in a quivery voice, clenching her hands.

Suddenly Linda felt Jill roll her onto her back, then start to tug her nightshirt off. “Don’t!” Linda exclaimed. “They’ll see us.”

“They’re too busy with each other,” Jill said as she tossed the nightshirt on the floor, leaving her young lover naked. Her hands gliding over Linda’s bare body, she kissed the girl longingly. “And I can’t wait anymore.” Her lips moved down Linda’s neck and to her chest, then she centered her attention on the ten-year-old’s nipples, flicking the puffy buds with her tongue before continuing on her downward journey. Pausing when she reached the girl’s tummy, she nuzzled Linda there, loving its softness.

Then Jill lay between Linda’s legs, gazing in awe at her young lover’s sex, adorned with the lightest sprinkling of fine down. So beautiful, she thought, reaching out to caress the pouting cleft, pleased to find it slightly moist.

“Oh, Jill,” Linda whispered, “I love you…”

Placing her hands on Linda’s parted thighs, Jill leaned in to kiss the girl’s slit, then traced it with her tongue. Its taste was every bit as luscious as she remembered. Eager for more, she began to lick harder, deeper.

Linda watched, entranced by the sight of Jill making love to her, then she glanced over at her little sister, only to discover that Emma was looking right back. Madison was still using the hairbrush handle on Emma, but now she was licking her pussy, too — that place up at the top that made you feel better than just about anything. Jill said it’s called the clit, Linda recalled. 

Each was unable to tear her eyes from the other. Sister watched sister in the midst of their mutual pleasure, which somehow got them even more excited.

Emma suddenly gasped, her eyes going wide. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Ooooohhh… d-don’t stop, Madison, don’t stop!”‘

It’s happening, Linda thought. Madison’s making her come!

Those incredible tingly feelings were building inside her, too, but Linda continued to watch Emma as she arched up from the bed, clutching frantically at the sheets. A low whine escaped through the child’s gritted teeth, her face contorted as if she was hurting inside. But Linda knew that what her sister was going through at that instant was anything but painful.

The sight of Emma’s ecstasy was enough to push Linda over the edge. She began to come, shivering with delight as Jill took her to that happy place, filled with warmth and light. It’s like… it’s like my body is shining, she thought. Shining like a star at night.

Finally, she lay quietly, enjoying that gentle floating sensation you got after doing sex. She felt Jill stretch out alongside, felt loving hands caressing her chest.

Hearing a sudden shriek of laughter, Linda opened one eye to see Emma and Madison playfully wrestling. Then the little girls paused, gazing into each other’s eyes, and drew together in a kiss that quickly grew heated and clumsy, their tongues sparring as if the wrestling match was still going on.

The sight roused Linda, made her want to make love to Jill. She sat up, looking down at her lover. “Do you want me to…?”

Jill nodded seductively, “Oh, yeah.”

Linda placed a hand on Jill’s breast. Somehow, she couldn’t help but be drawn to them. Probably because I don’t have any, she thought. She poked it, then pushed the nipple inward till it disappeared. She cupped both breasts, marveling at how nicely they jiggled.

Jill watched all this, rubbing her pussy as Linda felt her up, unable to wait any longer. She avoided touching her clit, though, because she knew it would make her come right away. Jill wanted to get her orgasm from Linda, but the girl was having too much fun playing with her breasts to stop.

Finally, she spoke up. “Hey.” Linda looked at her. “Why don’t you play with my pussy for a while. I really need to get off.”

“Okay,” Linda cheerfully replied. She scooted down to lie on her belly, pausing to study Jill’s vulva. “Do you want me to use my tongue or my fingers?”

“You decide,” Jill told her, fondling her breasts.

Moving closer, Linda took a hesitant lick, still worried about the possibility of getting pee in her mouth. But she soon recognized the familiar taste that she was coming to love. Her fears laid aside, she began to lick deeper, harder, occasionally sucking at the juicy flesh.

A giggle suddenly startled Linda. She quickly sat up to see Emma and Madison standing next to the bed, still completely naked, hands over their mouths.

“What are you laughing at?” Linda demanded, scowling at the girls. “You guys were doing this exact same thing, just a minute ago!”

“It’s still funny to see,” Emma said, grinning.

“Leave us alone for a little while, girls,” Jill told the youngsters. “You had your time together, now let us have ours. Go watch TV. Not too loud, though.”

Emma took Madison’s hand. “C’mon. Maybe there’s some cartoons on.” The girls padded back over to their bed, Emma pausing on the way to get the remote. She switched the set on, and they settled down.

Jill turned back to Linda. “There we go,” she said, lying back.

A snort of laughter from Emma caused Linda to briefly jerk her eyes over in that direction. Convinced that the girls were absorbed in whatever they were watching, she returned to licking Jill’s pussy.

Reaching down, Jill spread her labia apart, opening her cunt to Linda’s probing tongue. True, the ten-year-old was clumsy and inexperienced at giving oral. Jill didn’t mind, though, because Linda was such a giving lover that just watching her was a pleasure in itself. So sweet and innocent, she thought. I love that.

Jill’s gaze shifted to Linda’s chubby butt, and she licked her lips. That’s something else I love about her, she mused. I’ll have to give that ass some special attention before we’re done. Closing her eyes, she relaxed, at peace with the world there was no hurry, and Linda was making her feel wonderful…

“Jill, we’re hun-gry,” Emma’s voice came from across the room. Linda looked up, clearly irritated, but didn’t speak..

Jill rolled her eyes. “Give us some time to finish, okay? I’ll make pancakes in a little bit.”Suspecting that Emma wouldn’t stop pestering her for breakfast, Jill decided that she had to speed things along. Using her fingers, she exposed her clitoris. “Hey, Linda, Want to make me come really hard? Lick me here. Actually, why don’t you suck it? That feels even better.”

Linda slowly nodded. “That’s the clit, right?”

“You got it,” Jill replied with a grin.

Drawing nearer, Linda took the inflamed nubbin between her lips. The sight of the little girl’s cute mouth pressing into her cunt sent Jill’s excitement soaring, then when Linda began to suckle her clit, Jill rocketed off in less than a minute. She cried out, her body jerking, then dissolved into a warm, comforting haze.

Linda crawled up, nestling against her. “Did I do it right?” she whispered.

“Oh, you did it perfectly.” a dazed Jill mumbled, wrapping both arms around her underage lover. “That was so good.”

“Aren’t y’all done yet?!” Emma called, an annoyed tone to her voice.

Jill sighed in frustration, then growled, “Yeah, yeah, we’re done!” Turning back to Linda, she said, “I guess we really should get a move on. We need to get to Whitlash before it gets dark.” She threw back the blanket and got to her feet.

“Yay! Time for breakfast!” Emma cried, thrusting her fists into the air.

“Yay!” Madison echoed. The girls were both still nude, snuggling together on the other bed.

“I oughta eat you for breakfast, you little stinker,” Jill said to Emma, but with a smile. “I’ll make pancakes, but not until everyone’s cleaned up and dressed. Who’s first for the shower?”

“Us!” Emma declared, seizing Madison’s wrist. Giggling with delight, the naked children scurried into the bathroom.

“How about that,” Jill said as the door closed. “I guess your sister found herself a lover.”

“I know! Isn’t it great?” Linda wore a huge smile. Climbing out of bed, she wrapped her arms around Jill. “I love you, my angel,” she said.

“I love you too.”

Later, as they ate, Jill consulted the map. Linda came over and joined her. “It looks like we’ll get there late this afternoon,” Jill told her.

“When was the last time you saw your Gramma?”

“A few years ago, when she came to visit. She and my parents had a big argument and they told her they never wanted to see her again. She would call every Thanksgiving and Christmas, but my parents wouldn’t talk to her, they would just hand the phone to me. Sometimes I would call her if no one else was home.”

“What’s she like?”

“She’s great. Y’know, the way you expect a grandmother to be. You’ll see when we get there.”

Before they left, Jill called her grandmother to let her know they would be there soon. Two days ago, Jill had told her that she would be bringing a couple of girls with her, but didn’t go into any great detail.

“I’m ready for you, dearest,” Gramma replied. “I put fresh linen on the beds, and I’ve got a huge supper planned for tonight. You girls are in need of a home-cooked meal by now, I’m sure!”

“It sounds amazing, Gramma,” Jill said, “We’ll get there before dark, I hope. Love you!”

They packed their bags, then carried them out to the car, noticing right away that the sun was out for the first time in a while, and the day promised to be mild and beautiful. Jill dropped off the key, then they piled into the car and set off. Before long, they crossed the state line into Montana, then got onto the highway that led to the small town where Jill’s grandmother lived, where they traveled for a good part of the day.

The hours passed. Instead of stopping for lunch, Linda made sandwiches for everyone, though only Madison ate with any enthusiasm.

Finally, late in the afternoon, Jill slowed down to point at a road sign. “Whitlash! This is it!” The girls cheered as she turned onto a highway exit, which took them to a single-lane road. Everyone looked around excitedly, but there wasn’t much to see.

“It’s a pretty small town,” Jill said. She kept driving, carefully watching for where she was supposed to turn. They passed the school, a K-12 facility that served the whole county. They drove by a grove of trees with a river flowing behind, then Jill turned off on a narrow unpaved road that led to a house.

Jill brought the car to a slow stop, then switched off the ignition. For a long while, nobody moved or spoke. They just stared at the house, scarcely able to believe that after such a long trip, their journey was at an end.

Eventually, Jill opened the door and emerged from the car, squinting in the bright sunlight. As she did, the door of the house opened and a short, robust woman in her mid-fifties stepped out. For a moment, the woman stared as Jill slowly walked up to her on the gravel path.

“Jill?” the woman called out.

At the sound of her name, everything that had led them here — the bullying, falling in love, being separated, leaving her parents forever — it all came spilling out, and she was unable to hold it back. Jill stumbled forward, her eyes streaming tears until she fell into her grandmother’s arms.

Gramma held the weeping teen tightly, close to tears herself at seeing her granddaughter for the first time in two years. After a long, comforting hug, she gently broke away, smiling at Jill. “You’re here,” was all she said.

Jill nodded, still sniffling. Looking past her granddaughter, the older woman noticed the other girls, hesitantly climbing out of the car.

Turning around, Jill beckoned to them, “Gramma, this is Linda, her sister, Emma… and this is our friend Madison.”

Gramma nodded to each of them, then introduced herself with a warm smile. “I’m glad to meet all of you. My name is Mabel. Now, let’s bring your stuff inside and get you girls settled in.”

They followed Mabel, tromping up the steps to a large porch that ran the length of the house, then entering a spacious, rustic living room. It was a familiar sight to Jill, but the younger girls looked around at everything in awe, as if they were in a museum.

“Your room is just how you left it all those years ago, Jill,” Mabel told her, “The others can share the guest room. The bunk beds will hold two… I’ve got a cot that can go in there, too.”

Jill hugged herself nervously. “Uh, Gramma… Linda will be sleeping with me.”

Mabel gazed at her granddaughter for a moment, then quietly asked, “Is she what your parents weren’t able to accept?”

Jill nodded, “She’s why I had to leave. And we couldn’t leave her sister behind with her mom. Their mom was really bad, she abused them. As for Madison…” They both looked over at the timid little girl, who was looking at books on a shelf. “We found her at a gas station. She was homeless, living on the street. We couldn’t just walk away. I’m almost certain that she comes from an abusive home, too. We decided to make her part of our little family.”

“The poor dear,” Mabel murmured. “You did the right thing, Jill.”

Linda was peering out the patio door, fascinated by the enormous backyard. Emma and Madison drifted over to look, too. Turning to Mabel, Linda asked, “Can we please go outside?”

“Of course,” Mabel told her.

Linda opened the glass patio door, and soon she, Emma, and Madison were out under the bright blue sky, looking at the wildflowers in the meadow that rolled out before them. Jill and Mabel followed them onto the back porch. They watched as the girls began to caper about, chasing butterflies and picking flowers.

Mabel turned to her granddaughter. “How did this happen, Jill?”

Jill didn’t answer at first, her face growing troubled. “At school, I used to be a different person, Gramma. I… I wasn’t very nice. Me and my friends were pretty popular and thought we were better than everyone else. We only hung out with cool people, and everyone else was beneath us.” She sighed heavily. “It’s not something I’m proud of.”

“Oh, Jill, I can’t believe that you could be like that.”

“I was, though,” Jill insisted, “We didn’t care about anyone else. We were mean to people. And when my friends hurt Linda. I j-just stood by.” Her lower lip was trembling, her cheeks were flushed with the shame she felt, but Jill managed to keep from crying.

She took a deep breath, then continued, “But then… I made them stop bullying her. I became her friend. I lost all my friends for it, but by then I didn’t care. I knew then that I, um, needed to be a better person than I was.

So after that, Linda and I started hanging out and… well, we fell in love. One thing led to another and then… we kind of, um, did stuff together, and Mom and Dad found out about it.”

Jill’s voice had dropped to a whisper at that last part, and she timidly glanced at her grandmother to see what she thought, but Mabel simply said, “Well, I can see why your parents wouldn’t have approved.”

At this point, Jill was near tears, “They called me a child-molester, Gramma, but I’m not. I love Linda. I tried to explain, but they wouldn’t listen. Said that what I was doing was wrong.” Jill wiped her eyes. “I was practically a prisoner in my own home. They shut me up in my room, took my phone… then they sent me to this horrible church school. And Linda… I wouldn’t ever get to see her again. I had to make a choice. My parents or my love.”

Mabel reached out, drawing Jill into her arms. She held her granddaughter for a while, then began to speak. “About what you were in the past, sweetheart… it’s plain to see that you’re not that person anymore. You’re a good girl who fell in love with someone that your parents didn’t approve of. But I can see how much you love this girl, and all that you’ve sacrificed in order to take care of her.” Gently breaking their embrace, Mabel looked out at the girls. “Love is the most precious gift we have in this life… but it can hurt you like nothing else. It’s worth the hurt, though, remember that. Love is always worth it..”

Jill turned and joined her grandmother, watching the girls frolic in the field.

***

“Mabel, can we go swimming in the pond? Puleeeeease?”

Mabel glanced up from watering her plants on the back porch to see Emma and Madison looking back at the nearby pond with its walkway. Madison wore a hard-to-refuse look on her cute face that Mabel was already familiar with.

“I suppose it’s okay,” Mabel replied, “The water’s pretty cold, though. Do you girls have swimsuits?”

They both shook their heads. Emma asked, “Can we just go in our undies?”

Mabel laughed. “I guess you’ll have to.”

Both girls grinned as they hastily stripped down to their underpants, then raced down the wooden walkway to the pond, giggling all the way. Leaping into the water, their laughter quickly turned shrieks as the shock of the icy water hit them. They got used to it, though, and were soon splashing one another gleefully. It looks like they feel at home here, Mabel thought as she watched them. That’s good. 

Putting her watering can to one side, she wandered over to see how they were doing. “Is the water too cold?”

“A little,” a shivering Madison answered.

“Hey, you kicked me!” Emma protested, splashing Madison, who giggled and kicked her again. Emma splashed her back and soon both were thoroughly soaked, their hair plastered to their bodies, squirming together in the water. Mabel had to smile at the sight. It’s been much too long since I’ve heard children laughing here, Mabel told herself. It’s funny… I never even knew how much I missed it.

After a while, Emma waded back over to the walkway. “I’m going to get a Coke!” she called back to Madison. Climbing out and almost losing her panties in the process, she ran back to the house, water dripping from her, wet underpants clinging tightly to her thin body, leaving nothing to the imagination. And Mabel couldn’t help noticing little Emma’s girlish charms. Oh, my goodness, she thought.

In the room she shared with Linda, Jill was unpacking, mostly clothes and a few odds and ends. She took everything out, except for one item that she left in her backpack, something that she would have to speak to Linda about later.

Jill put all the clothing she’d worn during their journey aside to be washed, then after putting away a few other things, she noticed a colored piece of paper at the bottom of one of the side pockets of her backpack. She couldn’t imagine what it could be and pulled it out.

To her surprise, it looked like a greeting card. She opened it and her face paled when she saw written on it, her own handwriting, I LOVE YOU, MOM & DAD. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Her head swam in a moment of surreal déjà vu as she recognized the birthday card that she’d bought for her parents three weeks ago. With everything that had happened since then, it seemed more like several years had passed.

How happy she’d been in that life, with her birth family. And then she simply disappeared. She tried to imagine how that had played out. Her parents were at work. The school would have called her mom to ask why Jill hadn’t come to school. Her mom would have called Dad in a panic. They would have gone to the school. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t at home. She was gone.

Jill wasn’t sure what happened after that. At first, her parents probably thought she had been abducted. Then again, they might think that she’d run away to be with Linda. But if they investigated the matter, they would surely discover that Linda had disappeared as well, along with her even younger sister. They probably wouldn’t even want me back after that, Jill thought.

The days would pass. And every now and then, Jill’s mother or father would look in at her empty bedroom, wondering what happened…

“Jill?”

Startled, Jill gasped, swiveling around to see Linda. “Wh-what?”

Linda studied her, looking worried. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Jill extended her arms, and Linda came over to hug her tightly, “I just… I had a moment that I needed to process.”

“Mabel says supper will be ready in about half an hour. Till then we’re gonna try and catch lightning bugs outside. D’ya wanna join us?” Linda asked.

Jill took a long look at the card in her hand, then laid it on the shelf, answering, “Yeah. Let me get something first.” Taking a pen and her notebook, she followed Linda out to the porch. “Go ahead, have fun,” Jill said. “I want to work on something.”

She seated herself in one of the porch chairs, watching the girls play for a while before opening her notebook. Seeing her parents’ birthday card put her in a mood to try and make something of the powerful feelings she had at that moment, of what she had lost and gained. Reading Linda’s My Angel journal on the previous night had also inspired Jill to put her own thoughts into words.

For the next half hour, Jill scribbled crossed lines out and rewrote others, soon realizing that what she really wanted to compose was a poem. Every once in a while, Linda came over, curious to see what she was doing, but Jill would close the notebook, promising to let her read it when she was finished.

Finally, Jill had a few lines that satisfied her. She was proud of how she’d been able to make them rhyme, but more importantly, they expressed her feelings.

Just as she was putting her pen down, Mabel came out on the back porch, calling out, “Suppertime!” The girls came running in from the field, and Jill followed, though taking a brief detour to put the notebook in her room before joining the others at the table..

Like the rest of the girls, Jill could only gaze in awe. Laid out before them was a sumptuous feast. Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, asparagus, dinner rolls and a jug of milk. At a nod from Mabel, they all sat down, with Emma exclaiming, “Finally! Something else besides sandwiches!”

They filled their plates, then tucked in. Watching her guests eat, Mabel said, “I must say, it does feel good to see this empty old house come to life again.”

They all ate to their hearts’ content, finishing off the meal with thick slices of apple pie, then lounged about in front of the TV until it was time for bed.

As Jill washed the dishes, Linda took Emma and Madison to their bedroom, tucked them in, and turned out the light, whispering, “Good night, girls,” as she left. Linda into the room next door, the one she and Jill were to share. She glanced around in a state of awe as it sank in that this was her new home, so different it was from the filthy trailer that she used to live in.

She unpacked, put away her things, then took out her notebook, the one titled My Angel. Opening to the newest blank page, she began to write.

Moments later, Jill entered, smiling when she saw what her young lover was up to. “What’re you writing?”

Looking up, Linda gave the older girl an adoring smile, “About everything that’s happened so far. How happy I am to be here now, with you.”

“Hmmm. Let’s see what you’re saying about me,” Jill gently took the notebook from Linda’s hands. Reading aloud, she spoke, “‘Today, we finally got to Jill’s gramma’s house. It’s really big and lovely and has a lot of really old things. Emma and Madison absolutely love it. This will be so good for them.’” Jill paused briefly, then added, “‘And tonight, I’ll fuck Jill so good she’ll be begging me to stop. I’m gonna stick my tongue so deep into her pussy…”

“I didn’t write that!” Linda protested, frowning.

Jill burst out laughing, “That’s what you were thinking, though. Wasn’t it?”

By then, the ten-year-old was blushing. “Well, yeah… but I wouldn’t say it like that. It’s not nice.”

Still chuckling, Jill handed Linda’s notebook back, pausing to kiss her forehead. Then going over to her duffle bag, Jill took out her own notebook, the one she’d had been writing in earlier, and solemnly handed it to Linda.

“This is what I was working on before supper. It’s not much, really. I, uh… I just wanted to tell you how I felt about us.” She watched nervously as Linda opened it, adding, “I’m not that good at writing, but I hope you like it.”

Linda bent over the notebook and began to read.

We met, it seems, such a short time ago.
You looked at me, needing me so.

Yet from your sadness, our happiness grew.
And I found out that I needed you too.

Our love kept us warm and though we’re alone.
We are a family and this is our home.

Tears came to Linda’s eyes. “Oh, Jill, this is… it’s so, so beautiful! I want to hang this up. No, I want to frame it. We need to buy a frame for this.”

“So, you like it?”

“I love it!” She gazed at Jill, her face alight with adoration. “I love you.”

Jill smiled. “C’mere, you,” she murmured. “I’m feeling kinda romantic right now..”

Linda laid the notebook on the dresser, then drifted into the older girl’s arms. Jill bent to kiss the ten-year-old, who willingly parted her lips to accept her lover’s tongue. They kissed for a long while, then Jill broke away. “Lie down,” she said, “I’m gonna give you a little show.”

As Linda sprawled out on the bed, Jill switched on the bedside lamp, then turned off the overhead light. In the dim illumination of the lamp, Jill took off her clothes in a very seductive manner, taking pleasure in being watched by her underage lover.

First she tugged her t-shirt up and off, twirling it around before tossing it into the corner. Unfastening the clasp of her jeans, she shimmied them down to her ankles, stepped out, then flicked the faded denim aside with a flick of the foot. Linda stared longingly at Jill, who was now stripped down to bra and panties.

Reaching behind, Jill unhooked her bra, letting it slide down one arm and drop to the floor, She bounced up and down a few times, making her breasts jiggle.

“Oh my gosh,” an awed Linda breathed, hugging herself.

But Jill wasn’t done yet. Spinning around, she presented her ass to Linda, then tucked both thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties, slowly working them down and off. She bent down low, putting both her holes on full display, then crawled onto the bed, moving as sensually as she could, finally lying down face to face with Linda.

“Wow,” the little girl breathed. “You’re the prettiest girl that there ever was.”

“Now it’s your turn,” Jill said. “Take your clothes off for me.”

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Linda made a face. “I can’t do it like you. I’m not sexy.”

“Yes, you are. And you don’t need to do it like I did. Just let me see you naked.”

Hesitantly rising to her feet, Linda pulled her shirt up. “Take your time with it,” Jill told her. Linda’s arms slowed as the shirt slipped over her head, baring her upper half. She unbuttoned her pants, carefully took them off, draped them over a nearby chair, then grasped the elastic of her panties. “What do I do now?”

”Turn around, then take them off,” Jill said. “Let me see that cute butt of yours.”

Linda turned away and slowly tugged her plain white underpants down, wondering all the while if she was doing it right. She stepped out of them and stood in place, letting Jill see her from behind. “How’s that?” she asked.

“Sooooo hot. Now get your sexy little self over here!”

Crawling onto the bed, Linda laid down beside her older lover. Jill gave her a brief but torrid kiss, then asked, “How do you like our new home?”

“I love it,” Linda cooed, glancing around the room.

“Well, I love you.” Jill leaned in and kissed Linda, wrapping an arm around the girl to pull her close. Her tongue lightly tickled Linda’s parted lips before dipping inside.

Linda only hesitated for a moment before she returned the kiss, her own tongue joining Jill’s to play

Jill was intensely aroused. After all those nights in motel rooms, it felt so good to have a bit of privacy for lovemaking. She began to touch Linda’s childish body, letting her desire build until she was almost trembling. With one hand, Jill reached down to give the girl’s tender bottom a squeeze, while she slipped the other hand between Linda’s legs, extending the index finger to tease the ten-year-old’s slit.

While Jill fondled her, Linda reached out to cup the teen’s breasts, a wistful look in her eyes. “I wish mine were bigger,” she sighed, “so you’d have something to play with.”

Jill laughed. “I don’t know… a ten-year-old with tits would look kinda strange. Besides, you have plenty for me to play with. You have these adorable little buds here.” She caressed Linda’s swollen nipples, then gently rolled her over, adding, “And this cute little butt.” She swatted it, making Linda squeal. Jill bent down, rubbing her face against the tender globes. “God, I adore your butt. Every time I see you from behind, I wanna take your pants down and — and do sexy stuff to you.”

Jill trailed a finger through the cleft of Linda’s ass,, then laid down beside her young lover. There was something she’d been meaning to discuss with Linda, but what with everything that had happened to them, the opportunity has never arisen. Now that they had a real home with their own bedroom, Jill was ready to speak her mind.

“Linda, I wanted to ask you about something.”

The girl’s eyes popped open. “What?”

“It’s something new that I want to try with you. It’ll make sex even better for us, but I need to explain how it works.” This and the slight tension in Jill’s voice got Linda’s full attention. “Do you remember how I told you that I’ve had sex with a few guys before?” Linda nodded.

“Okay…” Jill thought about how she should explain this. “Well, you know how guys have dicks, right?” Linda slowly nodded. “Um, have you ever seen a dick before?”

Linda made a face. “My mom had this magazine laying around… it was all pictures of men with no clothes on.” She shuddered. “I only looked at it once. It grossed me out.”

“Okay, then. Remember how I got you to put your hand in me and push it in and out? That’s very close to how men and women fuck. Only the guy does it with his dick instead. Got that?”

The look on Linda’s face was priceless, a mixture of distaste and bewilderment. “Sure, I guess. Only… how come you’re telling me all this?”

Here goes, Jill thought. “Because… um, well, I want to fuck you like that.” Now Linda was staring at her as if she’d just grown an extra head, but Jill kept talking. “I know it sounds weird, but it feels really good, I promise.”

“B-but you don’t have a, a dick,” Linda protested, blushing in that adorable way she always did when saying a bad word.

“Wellllll… actually, I kinda do.”

Linda’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got a boy’s thing? No, you don’t!”

Jill shook her head. “Not an actual dick. One made out of latex. Here, let me show you.” Getting out of bed, she rummaged through her backpack until she found what she wanted, then brought it over for Linda to see.

Linda cradled the rubbery object in her hands, examining the vinyl straps that were attached to it. “So, this is, um…”

“It’s a sex toy,” Jill explained. “A strap-on dildo, that’s what it’s called. I picked this up at Spencer’s at Highland Mall, just before we left Austin.”

“What do you do with it?” Linda asked, still perplexed.

“Well…” Jill took hold of the strap. “I use this to fasten the whole thing around my waist… and then it’s like I have a dick of my own. Then you lie down with your legs apart, I put it into your vagina, and then we’ll be fucking. Really fucking.”

Linda continued to study the dildo. “How can this go into me? It’s way too big!”

“It’s not, though,” Jill told her. “See, when you take something inside your vagina like a boy’s dick, or this… it, uh, opens you up, so you can fuck like grownups do, or even have a baby.”

“Opens me up?” Linda exclaimed, still baffled. “How does that work?”

“See, you have a piece of skin called a hymen that is inside your vagina. This,” she pointed at the strap-on, “will break that hymen, and then your pussy will be… deeper. Like mine. I guess that might seem kinda scary, but trust me — it feels really good.”

Linda looked nervous, “Will it hurt?”

“Just a little. It’s like getting your ears pierced. It hurts for a few seconds… then afterward, you’re really glad you did it.”

“My ears aren’t pierced,” Linda told her.

Jill looked. “Huh. Guess not.”

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit?” Linda asked.

“Yeah. That’s how it was for me, anyhow. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise..” She began to fasten the toy around her waist, adjusting and fastening the straps

“Can I hold you while you do it?”

“Of course you can. Now lie back, and I’ll get you ready.” Reaching for a bottle of baby oil she’d left on the dresser, Jill squirted a measure of the clear liquid into her palm, then coated the dildo with it. Dribbling a bit more onto her fingers, she used that to lightly anoint Linda’s slit.

“Oooohh,” the child sighed. “That feels nice.”

“Just you wait,” Jill said. She lowered herself until she was lying between Linda’s legs, then carefully positioned the tip of the dildo at the opening of her young lover’s vagina. “Are you ready?” Jill asked.

Linda wrapped her arms around Jill’s neck tightly, burying her face into the teen’s chest. “I — I think so,” she whispered.

“I’m right here for you,” Jill assured her. “Try to relax.” Slowly pressing forward, she eased the latex cock into the girl, pausing when the hymen’s barrier had been reached. “I’m going to break through now, okay?”

“O-okay,” Linda replied, clutching at Jill’s shoulders.

Jill drew back about an inch or so, then popped through the young girl’s hymen with a quick thrust. Linda gasped, “Oh!” her eyes suddenly huge.

“It’s over, baby,” Jill murmured, nuzzling Linda’s ear as she slowly withdrew from her vagina. “That wasn’t too bad, huh?”

“You were right… it only hurt a little.” Glancing at the dildo jutting from Jill’s groin, Linda gasped when she saw a few drops of blood on the tip of the toy.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Jill quickly said, “There’s nothing to worry about. That’s all there is. It’s all over.”

“There’s nothing else?”

“Nope. That’s it. You’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Um… so, what is a virgin?” Linda asked. “I’ve heard that word before, but…” She made a helpless gesture

“Someone who’s never had sex.”

“But we’ve been having sex,” Linda protested.

Jill smiled. “You’re right. Never mind. That’s how men think of sex, and it’s stupid.”

Linda cautiously slipped a finger into her pussy, wincing slightly. “Okay, I’m a little bit sore in here, but not much.”

Jill got to her feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” They went into the bathroom, where Jill bathed Linda’s vulva with a damp washcloth, then patted it dry with a towel. Linda poked her finger inside again, surprised to find that it went in deeper than before.

Once they’d exited the bathroom, Jill reached for the dildo and straps, then turned to her young lover. “Here, step through,” she said. “Okay, put your other foot in here.”

Jill fastened the straps as Linda watched in awe. Finally, Jill stepped back, grinning. “There. Now you’re a boy.”

Staring down at the rubbery cock, Linda gave her hips a twitch, giggling as it wobbled to and fro. “What do I do now?” she asked.

“You fuck me with it,” Jill told her.

Linda’s mouth dropped. “I — oh, wow,” she said.

Reaching for the bottle of baby oil, Jill rubbed some on her pussy, then knelt before Linda to coat the dildo as the ten-year-old stared down at her.

That accomplished, Jill climbed on the bed, rolled onto her back, then slowly parted her legs, making each movement slow and seductive.. “C’mere,” she cooed, beckoning to Linda.

Linda advanced forward as if hypnotized, unable to tear her gaze from the bare body of her older lover. The child mounted the bed, shuffling forward until she was kneeling between Jill’s thighs.

Spreading her cunt open with two fingers, Jill exposed the fiery pink flesh, now glistening with wetness . “Now go into me, just like I did to you.”

Linda looked at the dildo first, then Jill’s pussy. Nervously moistening her lips, she grasped the latex prick with one hand, placing the tip at the entrance of Jill’s vagina. She guided it inside, but only about an inch deep.

“What’re you doing?” Jill asked.

“I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, babe. Remember, I’ve done this before. C’mon, put it in.”

“Um, okay,” Linda said, then began to push her hips forward, still too cautiously for Jill’s liking.

“All the way,” Jill coaxed her.

Linda meekly complied, her eyes widening at how deep she was able to go. Soon enough, the full length of the dildo was buried in Jill’s cunt. “Now what?” Linda asked.

“I told you, silly — you fuck me!” Jill exclaimed — amused, but also touched by her young lover’s innocence. ”Remember back at the motel, when you put your hand into my pussy and did me like that? This works the exact same way. Move your hips forward and back, so it goes in and out like you did with your arm. Okay?””

“Oh,” Linda said, her brow knitted in concentration. “Sure… I guess.”

Jill rolled her eyes. “You worry too much, kiddo. Look, I promise you’re not gonna hurt me… and, and even if you do, I promise not to get mad about it. Fair enough?”

“Sorry, Jill,” Linda said. “I’m ready now.”

With that, the girl slowly backed away until she’d withdrawn the slippery dildo completely, then carefully lined the head up and slid it back in, still moving slowly. She repeated these steps twice more.

Jill’s eyes drifted open. “It’s easier if you don’t pull all the way out, babe. Leave the tip inside me… then you won’t need to use your hands.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” Linda began to work her hips in a steady rhythm.

Jill luxuriated in the sheer lewdness of the moment, being fucked by her ten-year-old lesbian lover. It felt awesome, too. Even the careful, methodical nature of Linda’s strokes turned her on… so naïve, yet so hot.

As if to illustrate her point, Linda asked, “Am I doing it right?”

Jill sighed. “Yes, you’re doing it right. You’re doing it so right.”

Much as she enjoyed it, Jill didn’t think the cautious pace of Linda’s pumping hips would be enough to get her off, so she chose to lend a helping hand, reaching down to gently tweak her engorged clitoris.

Linda continued to work the cock in and out while Jill masturbated, feeling the white fire build higher and higher until she was panting like a dog, a massive orgasm crashing through her before she’d expected it. Jolts of helpless pleasure shook her body.

Alarmed by her lover’s spasms, Linda would have pulled out then and there — but Jill’s arm was tightly curled around the girl’s back, keeping her right where she was.

Finally, the teen lay spent, her grip relaxed. She seemed okay now, so Linda chose to remain still, the dildo still buried in Jill’s vagina.

When Jill opened her eyes, Linda asked, “Was that okay?”

Jill nuzzled the child’s face. “Oh Linda, that was wonderful. You made me feel so good. Thank you.”

“Uh… should I take it out now?” Linda asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I guess you can.”

Linda slowly withdrew the glistening sex toy, then sat back, fumbling with the straps until she’d removed it from around her waist. “What do I do with it?”

Raising herself up, Jill said, “You give it to me.” She plucked the strap-on from the young girl’s hands, got to her feet, and stepped into the harness. “Now it’s your turn.”

That took a few seconds to register, then Linda’s eyes widened. “You’re g-gonna put that in me? The — the whole thing?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be very careful.” Jill pulled on the straps and tightened them. Arranging Linda on her back with her thighs parted, she rubbed more baby oil on the child’s vulva, carefully lined the tip of the dildo up with the vagina, then slipped a couple of inches inside. Linda sucked in her breath.

“You okay?” Jill asked. Linda nodded, clearly nervous, but trying to be brave.

Jill pushed the cock in a little further, and stopped again. With a determined grimace, Linda let out a small breath, then a few quick pants, as if she was running. Finally, she nodded, “Okay. I’m alright, I think. Just go slow.”

Carefully watching the girl for any signs of pain, Jill slowly eased the dildo the rest of the way. A long, low moan escaped Linda’s throat as inch by inch, it disappeared inside her. “Is this… uhuHHhhh, huh, huhh… oh my gosh, it’s… it feels s-so…”

“Okay,” Jill told her. “It’s all the way in.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. How’s it feel?” Jill asked.

“I –I don’t know. Really weird, b-but kinda good, too.”

“It should start feeling incredible in a little bit.” Jill slowly withdrew the toy, wriggled it back into the ten-year-old’s cunt as gradually as she could, then repeated the motion. Linda began to move to Jill’s rhythm, pumping her body with each steady stroke.

“How’s it feel now?”

“Really nice,” Linda mumbled. It’s like… like… mmm, I don’t know.”Jill kept going.

Before long, she noticed Linda’s eyes glazing over with pleasure, Oh yeah, she’s feeling it. Once again, Jill asked the girl “How’re you doing?” — but this time she didn’t answer, only gave a low moan.

Realizing that Linda was about to come, Jill allowed her thrusts to become a little more vigorous, though she made sure not to push too hard.

Moments later, a pained expression crossed Linda’s face, then she suddenly inhaled sharply as her body seized up her fingers clawing at the sheets.

Jill stopped pumping, leaving the full length of the rubbery prick buried inside Linda as the young girl thrashed about, her moan rising to a shriek before she went completely limp. Moving with the utmost caution, Jill extracted the dildo. As the head came out Linda jerked, then lay still but for the rise and fall of her chest.

Swinging her legs to the floor, Jill stepped out of the strap-on harness, then brought the glistening toy to her lips, getting a good taste of her little girl lover. She placed the apparatus on the night table, then crawled back into bed, stretching out beside Linda. Reaching down to grasp the blanket, she drew it over their bare bodies.

A minute later, Linda opened her eyes, whispering, “That felt… magical.”

“I know.” Jill kissed her.

“Can… can we do that again tomorrow night?”

“As many times as you want,” Jill replied.

“I’m sleepy.”

“So am I.” Jill kissed her again., “Get some rest now. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

On to Chapter Seven!

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Error happened.

By JB West

For helpful information about this story’s main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales

Part 1 – Confessions

Later that night, after the girls had gone to bed, Kim and Rachel found themselves alone for the first time since the previous afternoon. It had been a long day of errands and household chores, so they were both happy to sit down and relax.

Rachel uncorked a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass, then nearly poured one for Kim before remembering that her sister was taking medication for her head injury. She joined Kim outside on the patio, where her younger sibling was stretched out on one of the reclining lounge chairs, her head tilted back and eyes closed, enjoying the stillness and quiet of the warm summer evening.

Rachel sat down next to Kim and observed her sister for a moment. Taking a sip of her wine, she finally spoke. “How’s your head?”

“It’s feeling better,” Kim said.

“No pain?”

“Kim shook her head. “I took a pill with dinner. So right now, I’m feeling very relaxed.”

Rachel smiled. “My kind of party.” She settled back in her own lounge chair.

The two women sat in silence for several minutes. With each passing second, Rachel became increasingly nervous. She wanted to discuss the events of the previous evening with Kim, but wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. Rachel certainly wasn’t feeling guilty or regretful about the matter, not after the adjustments Cassidy had made to her, but she was intensely curious to know what Kim’s thoughts were.

Several times throughout the day, Rachel had caught Kim looking at her — and each time, once she realized that she’d been caught, Kim would blush and look away. Rachel knew this reaction had to be one of embarrassment because of what had happened the night before, and she understood, even if she didn’t feel it herself. For Rachel, thinking about what had happened only made her want to repeat the experience.

Even now, the sight of Kim made Rachel feel hot and crazy inside. The love she’d always had for her sister was changing into something new. It was still the same familial affection as always, but now there were other feelings mixed in. Feelings that made her long for Kim the same way she did for her husband, or Deena. I want her, Rachel kept telling herself. I want to have sex with my little sister.

When Kim opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Rachel gazing at her, the desire plain on her face. Kim’s first impulse was to look away, but this time, she willed herself not to.

Just like Rachel, Kim was trying to work up the courage to talk to her sister about what had happened the night before. There was also the little matter of Rachel’s daughter, who had been spying on the women while they were having sex. Kim had yet to mention that to Rachel, and was well aware that she needed to. At that point, her mind was a flurry of questions and worry and she longed to clear the air. Why, then, was she unable to speak?

The women looked at each other for a long while, then Kim extended a hand, motioning for her sister to sit with her. The lounge chair was oversized and could easily fit two people as long as they didn’t mind sitting closely together.

Rising from her own seat, Rachel padded over to join Kim on the lounge. They drifted naturally into an affectionate embrace, wrapping their arms around one another. The sisters nestled together for a while, each enjoying the warmth of the other’s body and the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing.

Rachel had a sudden flash of memory, back to the times Kim slept with her when they were girls. After their mother had died when they were both still young, Kim would often come to Rachel’s room at night, seeking solace and comfort. Rachel would hold her little sister and listen to the child’s gentle sobs until she slowly drifted off to sleep. Only after Kim was asleep would Rachel shed tears of her own. She had to be strong for Kim in those days, and knew that she needed to be equally strong now.

Their eyes met again, and Rachel leaned in to place a light peck on Kim’s lips. Kim hugged Rachel closer, burying her face in the crook of her big sister’s neck. Rachel could feel Kim’s body trembling lightly in her arms, as if she was still the same grieving girl from all those years ago.

Rachel knew Kim better than anyone in the world… and right then she could tell that her sister was a mess of helpless emotions, possibly on the verge of breaking down.

She broke the silence, saying, “I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah,” Kim agreed with a nod.

Rachel felt Kim’s breath caress her neck. It caused a small flutter in her belly, a light sigh escaped her lips. She wanted Kim desperately — her mouth, her hands, her entire body and being — but also knew that they needed to figure out where they stood with each other before taking things any further. Rachel loved Kim with all her heart, and their sisterly bond meant far more to her than any physical pleasure that they could share.

“First, I want to say that I don’t regret anything that happened last night,” Rachel began. “But I understand if you do.” These words didn’t come easily, but they had to be said. “I’ll understand if you just want to forget what we did, and pretend like it never happened.”

Kim sat upright, a pained look on her face. “No. I don’t want that,” she said. “Last night was… God, it was… beautiful.”

Rachel arched an eyebrow. “But?”

“But why did it happen?” Kim asked. “I mean, I know Cassidy altered us. She changed our minds, our sexuality… or maybe she just revealed hidden desires that we never knew were there. I’m okay with that, I really am. But what I don’t understand is how that change makes us attracted to each other all of a sudden.”

Sitting up, Rachel studied Kim, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “So you admit it,” she said, with a laugh. “You find me attractive.”

Kim immediately buried her face in her hands. Unlike her sister, she was still capable of feeling embarrassment concerning her sex life, and at that moment she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Still, Rachel’s question needed an answer.

“Yes,” squeaked Kim’s voice from behind her hands. She felt completely vulnerable all of a sudden, just like she had when she was young and first confessed her feelings to a boy she liked. Kim’s heart was pounding in her chest, and she was beginning to perspire.

After a moment, Kim felt Rachel take her hands and gently pull them away to reveal her stricken face. She looked at her beautiful, smiling sister, losing herself in the warmth of Rachel’s eyes. Unable to resist a sudden impulse, Kim leaned in closer, and the women’s lips came together in a very tender kiss. The type of kiss shared by lovers, not sisters. Kim’s heart continued to thump wildly, and she felt the raw heat of sexual excitement growing in her belly. Their tongues met; the kiss deepened.

Although the kiss calmed her, a hint of Kim’s tension still lingered — and just before giving herself over completely to lust, she started to giggle. This wasn’t exactly the reaction Rachel had hoped for, but it was far better than some of the potential scenarios that might have played out.

Kim’s laughter proved to be infectious, and soon Rachel began to giggle as well. The sisters embraced again, then fell back onto the lounge, laughing uproariously. The joy they felt at that instant was almost too much to contain.

“I do love you.” Rachel said as her amusement began to subside. Pausing to give Kim another light kiss, she added, “But I know what you mean. I’ve been wondering about it, too. I think Cassidy must’ve done more to us than what she told us.” Still clutching her sister’s hands, she gave them a gentle squeeze. “Before last night, I’d never had any sexual thoughts about you. But now, being here, being close to you, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Kim nodded. She understood everything Rachel was saying because she felt the same way.

“But… there’s something else I need to tell you about,” Rachel continued. “Other feelings. New feelings.”

She fell silent, unsure of how to explain. Rachel wasn’t ashamed of this new desire, even if it was utterly forbidden. In fact, it excited her greatly, but how could she tell her sister that she’d been having sexual fantasies about their little girls? About her own daughter? Even if what Rachel suspected was true, that these new feelings were caused by the changes Cassidy had made to her mind, it didn’t make telling her sister about them any easier.

Kim could see the worried look on Rachel’s face. “Whatever it is, you can tell me,” she said.

If there’s anyone I can share this with, Rachel told herself, it’s Kim. Somehow she knew that her sister wouldn’t judge her, even for having sexual longings for her six-year-old daughter. At least she doesn’t have a problem with incest.

Rachel took a moment to summon her resolve, then spoke. “Since last night… ever since Cassidy was in my head… I’ve been having thoughts about, well, young girls.” She paused to swallow, her throat feeling oddly dry. “About our girls. About Emily and Katie. Sexual thoughts.”

Rachel’s confession hit Kim like a speeding truck. She thought back to that morning, to Cassidy’s revelation about Emily and how the little girl had spied on them last night during their lesbian foursome. Kim remembered how intense her climax was at the thought of being watched by her sweet little niece. She shivered at the thought.

Then she recalled that moment when she’d been in Cassidy’s arms, looking through the glass door at the girls as they ate their breakfast. The warmth she felt deep inside at the sight of them. How she’d wanted to hold them both. Their beautiful little bodies against mine…

Kim sat bolt upright in the chair, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.

Rachel sat up as well, searching for meaning in her sister’s expression. She saw shock, of course, that was to be expected, but no sign of anger or revulsion. It was clear that Kim was trying to say something, but unable to find the words.

Whatever feelings Kim was struggling with, Rachel was convinced that they were part and parcel to what Cassidy had done to their minds. She was about to say something to that effect when Kim cut her off.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” Kim said, turning to Rachel. Her face was still a mask of shock, but there was something else behind her eyes, a dawning realization.

Kim told Rachel all about her conversation with Cassidy from that morning. She explained about the other uses of Cassidy’s power, how she could forcibly invade another person’s mind if she wanted, and how she was able to sense the emotions of others.

“That’s not the important part, though,” Kim murmured. “While the four of us were m-making love last night, Emily was standing at the door, watching. Cassidy could feel her presence, you see.” She paused. “Your daughter knows that you and I kissed… she saw us… with each other.”

It was Rachel’s turn to cover her face. “Oh, no,” she groaned through her fingers. “Oh, shit.”

”Wait, let me finish,” said Kim. “The thing is, not only could Cassidy tell that Emily was there, she knew what Emily was feeling, too. And your little girl definitely liked what she saw.”

Rachel gaped at her sister. “Sh-she did?”

“Cassidy was sure of it,” Kim replied with a nod. “In fact, she told me Emily was sexually aroused. Maybe even masturbating while she watched us.”

“My God, that’s — I don’t know.” She focused on Kim, her mind reeling from her sister’s words. “So, what… what do you think about all of this?”

Kim took a moment to ponder the question, then said, “These… desires you’ve been having for the girls? A couple of days ago, I’d have thought you were sick, in need of serious help. But now… I’m not sure how I feel.” She paused, weighing her words carefully, then continued. “Are you seriously thinking about acting on them? Do you want to have sex with our daughters?”

Rachel sat motionless for a moment, taking in Kim’s questions, then slowly nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do,” she said, with a shaky laugh. “I can’t really explain it… there’s a feeling inside that makes it all seem so… right.” With a heavy sigh, she looked up at Kim. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“I don’t think it does,” Kim replied, touching her sister’s wrist. “I mean, I don’t know if I could ever do anything like that, but…” She nibbled nervously at her lower lip, “I’ve got to admit, ever since Cassidy told me about Emily, about her watching us, I’ve been thinking about her a lot.” Kim’s face reddened slightly, “The thing is… I don’t know why, but for some reason the idea of being watched and knowing that it was Emily watching…It’s just…”

“It’s pretty fucking hot!” Rachel exclaimed. “Thinking about her standing there, seeing what she saw, touching herself… it turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” Kim said, eyes widening. “My God, Rachel, it really does!”

Rachel kissed Kim again, this time with all the passion that had been steadily building throughout the day.

Kim returned the kiss, her tongue flashing to life. She ached to be with Rachel again, but this time, making love to her properly. In her mind, she conjured up a vision of them in bed together, holding each other, kissing each other, tasting each other. She then pictured Emily, standing at the foot of the bed, naked and touching herself, watching as her mommy and her auntie licked and sucked and fucked each other to a wild climax.

There was just one other element that was needed to make Kim’s fantasy complete. She imagined her six-year-old daughter Katie standing next to Emily, also nude, also touching herself, eagerly drinking in the sight of two women making love. It was an image that shook Kim to her very core, leaving her breathless with arousal.

Reaching out to touch Rachel through the thin top she wore, Kim caressed her sister’s breasts. Rachel broke their kiss, a low moan escaping her lips.

The two women stared into each other’s lust-filled eyes, lost in their shared desire. Neither knew what these new and exciting feelings would amount to, or how their relationship would be affected, but both were more than ready to find out.

Suddenly, a very intriguing idea flashed through Rachel’s mind. She wasn’t sure how plausible it was, but she knew exactly what her first step should be. “We need to talk to Cassidy,” she said.

Kim could tell that Rachel was thinking hard about something, but couldn’t tell what it was. “Well, she’ll be here Tuesday night.”

“No. Before then,” Rachel said, then began to share her thoughts with Kim.

At first Kim was apprehensive, but as Rachel shared her idea, she found herself becoming more and more aroused by the possibilities presented. It didn’t take much convincing to win Kim over completely, and soon the seed of Rachel’s idea had grown into a plan. A plan that would hopefully result in an experience that neither of the women had known they wanted, but now desperately craved.

Part 2 – A Room With a View

Katie was in bed, staring at the ceiling, watching the slow movement of the projected stars from her nightlight. Usually the lights soothed her to sleep, but this evening was different. She was restless, her mind racing, unable to get comfortable no matter what position she tried. Her thoughts kept returning to Emily, and to what she’d caught her cousin doing that morning.

Katie had wanted to talk to Emily about it that afternoon while they were playing in her room, but her cousin kept changing the subject. To Katie, masturbation was a thing grownups did, so she didn’t understand Emily’s reasons for touching herself like that and wanted to know what they were. She was also curious to know if Emily liked how it felt.

The one time Katie had attempted to masturbate, it hadn’t been a very noteworthy experience, but when she touched herself that morning while watching Emily, something about it felt very different. That puzzled Katie… and whenever that happened, she usually got caught up in a search for answers. Normally, Emily was open and honest about everything, so the fact that she didn’t want to talk about this particular subject frustrated Katie all the more.

Rolling over onto her side with an exasperated sigh, Katie stared out the window at the bright half-moon in the evening sky. Usually, such a beautiful sight would set her mind to pondering the majesty of the cosmos and questions of how the universe worked, Astronomy was one of Katie’s favorite fields of study after all, but tonight, instead of indulging those big thoughts, all her mind could conjure up were images of Emily.

Meanwhile, down the hall in the guest room, Emily was also wide awake, feeling every bit as frustrated as her cousin, but for different reasons. She was irked by her inability to recapture the same feeling she’d had the night before, after watching her mother and aunt having sex with Cassidy and Deena.

Emily had a hand between her legs and was gently massaging the spot that had made her feel so good — only now it was less exciting, less thrilling. She was concentrating on her memories of the previous night, but her mind’s eye was a poor substitute for the real thing.

What she really wanted was to see all the women together again, with their clothes off and doing sex stuff. Emily assumed that it wouldn’t ever happen, at least not at any time soon when she’d have the opportunity to watch, but then she remembered that Cassidy and Deena had been invited over for another sleepover in a couple of days. Maybe I’ll get a second chance, she thought.

Emily began to rub herself a bit more vigorously, thinking ahead to the possibility of peeking in on the grownups again. She felt the same familiar tingle in her kitty as she had the night before and a small sigh escaped her lips as her fingers pressed more firmly into her most sensitive area.

Just then she had an interesting thought: what if she were to tell Katie about what she saw last night? And what if she could convince her cousin to join her in watching the women? Katie had been asking a lot of questions, after all, so Emily knew that her cousin would listen to her story, but convincing the younger girl that she’d actually seen what she’d seen and to join her in her mischief were two very different things. This new idea captured Emily’s imagination, however, and she started to ponder ways to make it happen for real.

Emily was still rubbing herself through the thin cotton of her nightgown and panties, but soon decided that she needed to touch herself without any obstacles in the way. Abruptly hiking her nightie up above her waist, she was about to slip out of her panties when she heard a bark of laughter from outside the bedroom window. Emily recognized the laughter as that of her mother.

She hadn’t noticed it at first because she’d been so preoccupied by her thoughts, but Emily now realized that the backyard light was on. Springing out of bed, she raced over to the window. Down below on the patio she could see her mom and Aunt Kim lying together on one of the oversized lounge chairs. The women were snuggling close, but Emily could see that her aunt had both hands covering her face, while her mom was wearing a big smile. What’s going on? the little girl wondered.

Emily continued to watch as her mother carefully pulled her aunt’s hands away from her face. The women seemed to just stare at each other for a moment, but then something wonderful happened — her Aunt Kim leaned in close and kissed her mommy, right on the mouth. Emily’s face was pressed against the glass, her heart racing as she watched the women kiss. And it was a sexy kiss, not a normal one. Emily could easily see that much, even from a distance.

Without even thinking about it, Emily began to rub her pussy again. The instant her fingers grazed the sweet spot, she felt an electric jolt of pleasure surge through her young body. Emily watched intently as the two women made out, all the while fingering the little bump at the top of her slit that made such good feelings happen.

Soon, the women broke their passionate embrace and fell back onto the lounge chair laughing. Emily watched them exchange another kiss, and then a very interesting, very naughty idea popped into her head.

Across the hall, Katie was once again staring up at her ceiling, watching the panorama of stars dance across the room, trying to come up with a way to persuade Emily into telling her what she wanted to know about masturbating. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside her bedroom door, then a hand on the doorknob. Assuming it was Kim coming to check on her mommy, Katie quickly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but remained alert as the door opened and someone entered the room. She then felt a light touch on her shoulder.

“Hey, wake up,” she heard Emily say, as her cousin lightly shook her.

Katie’s eyes fluttered open and there was Emily, looking down at her. She parted her lips to speak, but something in her cousin’s expression silenced Katie right away. Emily was grinning like she’d gotten away with something naughty, and her eyes were dancing with excitement.

Something’s happened, Katie decided, and quickly sat up. “What is it?” she asked. “What’s going on?”

“C’mon. Get up.” Emily said, as she moved back towards the door, pausing to glance over her shoulder. “Follow me. I got something to show you.”

“What?” Katie was confused. “No way. We’ll get in trouble.”

“No, we won’t.” Emily said. “Just follow me.”

Katie stared at Emily, unsure of what to do. She didn’t want to risk getting caught out of bed this late at night. If that happens, Mommy might not let us have the sleepover. She was really looking forward to seeing Deena and Cassidy again, and didn’t want anything to spoil that.

“C’monnnn, Katie,” Emily pleaded. “You totally have to see this! Don’t you trust me?”

Katie nodded, but Emily could tell that her cousin needed to be convinced. ”Y’know how you were asking me about, um, what you saw me doing this morning?” She felt her cheeks grow hot as Katie’s eyes widened. “Just follow me now, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Earlier, when Katie had asked Emily about her playing with herself, the girl wanted to tell her cousin all about what happened the night before, but didn’t know how to begin. Now, knowing that there was solid proof of what she’d seen, happening right now outside her bedroom window, Emily knew it was time to let Katie in on her big secret.

Katie took a moment to weigh her options, but was unable to overcome her curiosity. She quickly but quietly slipped out of bed, then followed Emily across the hall to the guest room. They entered, and Emily shut the door behind them.

“Okay,” Emily started, “I gotta tell you something. It’s kinda crazy, and you probably won’t believe me… but I promise it’s true. And I can prove it!”

“Okay,” Katie said, preparing herself to hear something really big. “Tell me.”

Emily took a deep breath. “So, last night…” She went on to relate what had happened on the previous evening, and what she had witnessed through the doorway of her Aunt Kim’s bedroom.

Needless to say, Katie found it impossible to believe what she was hearing. Sure, she knew Deena and Cassidy were a couple, that they were lesbians, but the idea of her mom or her Aunt Rachel having sex with them seemed ridiculous. And then, when Emily got to the part of the story where their mothers were kissing and touching each other, Katie was convinced that her cousin was either lying or had dreamed the whole thing.

“The reason I was… touching myself this morning was because I was thinking about what I saw.” Emily was blushing again, but she forced herself to keep talking. “I wanted to see if I could make myself feel good again, like I did last night.”

Katie still wanted to know more about that kind of touching, but right then, her mind was filled with all the crazy things Emily was telling her. She shook her head and said, “You made that up, that stuff about our moms.”

“I knew you’d think I was fibbing,” Emily said. Padding over to the window, she motioned for Katie to join her. “Come look.”

Joining Emily, Katie peered out the window. She could see her mom and aunt down on the patio, lying together on one of the big lounge chairs. They were talking rather animatedly about something, but the window was shut tight, so Katie couldn’t hear what it was. She also noticed that their moms were holding hands, but what did that prove?

“So what? They’re just talking,” Katie said.

“Just keep watching,” Emily replied, but she was beginning to wonder if they’d waited too long to look. Come on! she silently urged the two women. Kiss some more!

Katie turned her attention back to the scene below. Nothing out of the ordinary happened for a couple of minutes, and she was just about to call her cousin out for telling a big fat lie, when all of a sudden Katie saw her mother rise and swing a leg over her aunt to straddle her. The child’s jaw dropped.

But it didn’t end there. Heart racing, Katie saw her mommy reach down for the hem of her top, then pull it up and off, revealing her large, bra-enclosed breasts. She gave them a seductive shake, prompting a squeal of delight from her Auntie Rachel. Katie then watched as her mommy reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra.

“No way,” Katie whispered, more to herself than Emily.

Shrugging the bra off, Kim let the silky garment drop to the surface of the patio. She bent forward, presenting her bare breasts to Rachel, who took one in each hand, fondling them. Katie’s attention was drawn to the hungry expression on her aunt’s face, it was the first glimpse she’d ever had of unabashed sexual desire, and it shook the six-year-old to her core. She found herself longing for something, yet unable to say what it might be.

“See. I told you,” Emily said.

Glancing over at her cousin, Katie felt a quiver of excitement to see that Emily was lightly rubbing her private area. Katie then gasped, a hand flying to cover her mouth, as she noticed that Emily had slipped out of her panties, the thin cotton garment pooled at her feet. As if on automatic pilot, Katie brought her own hand to her private area and pressed against the front of her panties, thrilled to feel that same sudden jolt she’d given herself that morning while watching Emily masturbate.

Realizing that she was missing the show on the patio, Katie quickly looked back through the window just in time to watch her aunt sit up and take one of her Mommy’s nipples into her mouth. Katie could tell from her mother’s joyful reaction that she really liked what Auntie Rachel was doing. Her mommy was even rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her secret place against Aunt Rachel’s hip.

“Wow,” Katie heard Emily whisper under her breath.

Katie now had a hand buried in her underpants and was rubbing her slit with two fingers. Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure sweeping through her young body. She was starting to understand why people liked to masturbate. It was an incredible feeling, like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and she wanted it to go on forever.

Just then, she saw that her mom and her aunt were getting up from the lounge. Once on their feet, Rachel drew Kim into her arms and they shared a deep, hungry kiss. Katie watched as her Mommy wrapped her arms around her Auntie’s waist, then grabbed her butt with both hands and squeezed. The little girl also noticed that her Mommy was once again grinding her special area into her aunt’s hip. Even though the window was closed, muffling the sound from outside, Katie could clearly hear her mother moan out loud.

Katie had never seen two ladies kiss like this before. Watching it happen gave her that same strange feeling she’d had moments earlier, where she really, really wanted something, but couldn’t say what. Instinctively, Katie increased the tempo and pressure of her fingers as they rubbed against the tender flesh of her six-year-old pussy.

The little girl was so immersed in her reverie that she didn’t notice the women break their kiss, then their embrace. Emily, on the other hand, was still watching her mother and aunt intently and quickly realized what was happening as she saw her Aunt Kim collect her shirt and bra from the ground and her mom pick up a nearly empty wine glass from the small table next to the lounge.

“Oh, crap!” Emily blurted. “They’re coming back inside.”

The two girls exchanged a quick look, one that reaffirmed their trust in one another and made it clear that this revelation would stay a secret between them. Emily jumped back into bed, while Katie scampered back to her own room. Both girls knew that their moms would be checking in on them soon, and expected to find their daughters in bed and sound asleep.

Scrambling into bed, Katie tugged the blankets over herself and lay motionless. She was still feeling very excited because of what she’d seen, but she knew she had to calm down before her mother looked in. She closed her eyes, took a couple of deep, calming breaths and waited.

A few minutes later, Katie heard someone moving up the staircase and into the hallway, she quickly realized that it was both her mother and her aunt. They were talking, but too quietly for Katie to make out what was being said. Then she heard the sound of her bedroom door being opened.

Kim stood in the door frame of Katie’s room, listening to her child breathe, watching the girl’s chest rise and fall with each breath. She had watched her daughter sleep many times over the years, first as a new mother concerned about every little gurgle or sigh, then as the grieving woman who felt she’d lost everything other than her precious little girl. Now, she gazed down on her daughter’s sleeping form and felt a small pang of desire. It was a new and scary feeling, but it was also incredibly exciting.

Kim felt her sister’s hand rest on her shoulder, then the other hand snake up under her shirt. Kim took a shaky breath as Rachel lightly brushed her nipple with a circling fingertip.

“Is she asleep?” Rachel asked.

“Yes,” Kim murmured, but that was a lie.

Kim could easily discern when her daughter was truly asleep and when the girl was faking it, and tonight she could tell from Katie’s breathing that the girl was still awake. She didn’t know why she’d lied to Rachel, but it excited her enormously, knowing that Katie was awake and able to hear everything they said. Somehow it fed into these strange new feelings she was having for her little girl.

Kim glanced back at her sister. “What about Emily?”

“Out like a light,” Rachel replied.

The women stood there for a moment, enjoying the calm and the quiet. Rachel was still teasing Kim’s nipple, having aroused it to an aching stiffness. Slipping her other hand under Kim’s top, she started to stroke her sister’s bare back.

“Oooh, that feels lovely,” Kim sighed, letting her head loll back onto Rachel’s shoulder.

Rachel placed a light kiss on her sister’s cheek, then turned her gaze back to her dozing niece. “You’ve got an adorable little girl,” she said, thinking about the delightful games they could teach their daughters, if they played their cards right.

Kim nodded in response, this time truthfully. For the first time in her life, she was looking at her daughter and feeling not only love, but desire. It was an enormous, life-changing thing, almost too much to grasp. Thinking of what her future might hold, Kim felt a slight shiver.

“Hey,” Rachel murmured, turning Kim to face her, looking the younger woman in the eye. “If you’re not sure about this, we don’t have to do it. I… I don’t want you to feel like you’ve got to go along with me on this. It’s your choice, sis.”

“No. No. I want to… I think.” Kim could still feel her nerves but she’d already resolved to help Rachel with her plan, and to do that she had to be fully committed.

“We’ll go see Cassidy tomorrow and… well…” Rachel’s voice took on a reassuring tone. “Everything will be fine, you’ll see. She’ll be able to help us.” A swelling of desire surged through her, and she leaned in to kiss her sister.

Katie could hear the women kissing, somehow knowing that this was a sexy kiss, the kind they’d exchanged down on the patio. She desperately wanted to open her eyes and watch, but knew that was a bad idea. Instead, she laid there listening as the sound of the kiss grew even more heated and passionate, longing to touch herself down there again, but too scared to move.

Katie heard her Mommy sigh, and her Aunt Rachel whisper a naughty word. Then there was the unmistakable sound of a zipper, followed by her mother sighing again — but deeper and louder this time. The kissing continued, but was soon joined by a weird squishy noise that Katie couldn’t quite place. Her mother’s sighs gradually changed to groans and Aunt Rachel kept saying those naughty words, while the squishing also became louder.

Soon, Katie heard her mother cry out, but that was quickly silenced. The sounds of kissing started again, this time both women were lightly sighing and giggling between smacks of their lips. Katie felt the familiar pulsing between her legs, and now more than ever she ached to rub herself, but knew she couldn’t just yet.

After a brief moment, her mommy and aunt seemed to be done with whatever it was they were doing. Katie couldn’t hear much other than their heavy, ragged breathing, but soon that quieted down.

“Just think,” Rachel then said. “Someday soon, you might be able to love her like that.”

“Yes,” Kim sighed.

The two women kissed again, then Katie felt her Mommy’s lips brush her cheek. Seconds later, she heard the door to her room close and the women moving away down the hall.

Opening her eyes, Katie watched the stars slowly parade across the ceiling of her room. Everything seemed normal around her, but somehow she knew that everything had changed.

On to Chapter Eight!

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