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Idol, Part One

  • Posted on November 30, 2019 at 4:30 pm

By No One

The school bus was filled with loud chatter and excited cries on this Friday afternoon, everyone looking forward to getting home for the weekend. Zoe shared the feeling, but things were getting a little too noisy for her taste so she put her earbuds in to drown out the racket with the awesome music of Shana Belle, her favorite singer.

The catchy melodies soon had Zoe completely forgetting her surroundings, as they often did. She found herself mouthing the words to the lyrics—she knew every line by heart, of course. She must have listened to this album a million times already, but it never got old.

It took her a moment to realize that Nancy, her fourth-grade classmate sitting next to her, was trying to get her attention. Zoe pulled out one earbud. “Huh? What?”

“I said, ‘What are you listening to?’ ”

On the bench in front of them, Zoe’s best friend Jen turned around to face them, rolling her eyes. “Do you even have to ask? She only ever listens to one thing.”

Zoe shrugged. “Shana’s the best. Why would I want to hear anything else?”

“Shana Belle, huh? Yeah, she’s cool,” Nancy said. “But I like Taylor Swift better.”

“What? No way.” This was an argument Zoe had engaged in many times. Taylor seemed to be the more popular of the two for some reason, but Zoe couldn’t imagine why. “I mean, Taylor is okay and all, but Shana is… is…” She struggled to find the right words to express how amazing Shana was. “Her music shows artistry and depth rarely seen in other pop starlets,” Zoe finally said, with an air of authority. It was a line she’d picked up from a magazine, but Nancy didn’t need to know that.

“You’re not gonna win this one,” Jen told Nancy. “Ever seen Zoe’s room? It’s like, Shana posters on every wall, stack of magazines about Shana—who even reads magazines anymore?—all the CDs and the records, a Shana calendar, even. Shana Shana Shana.”

Nancy laughed. “Big fan, huh?”

“I’m surprised she’s not wearing one of her Shana shirts right now.”

“Um, they’re all in the laundry,” Zoe admitted, now a bit embarrassed. So maybe she was a little obsessed. Still, Shana was so pretty, why wouldn’t Zoe want to be surrounded by her pictures? “Well, you’re just jealous of my cool room.”

Jen rolled her eyes and looked like she was about to shoot back something, but Zoe forestalled her. “Anyway! This is my stop, see ya on Monday.”

The other girls made their goodbyes, and Zoe stepped off the bus. She walked the short distance to her apartment building and climbed the stairs two by two up to the third floor, where she lived. She was met with a delicious smell, making her stomach growl. Her mom had Fridays off, and she usually spent part of the day preparing food in advance for the coming week.

“Hi, Mom!” Zoe called out as she took off her shoes and coat.

“Hey, honey. How was school?”

“Good, I guess. There was a test in math, but I think I did okay.” Zoe entered the kitchen, where her mom was indeed busy preparing food—meatballs, by the looks of it. Looking in the pantry cabinet, she was tempted by the box of chocolate chip cookies, but she knew what the reaction would be—”Zoe, you’re gonna spoil your dinner!”—so she grabbed a banana instead.

“That’s good,” her mother replied, stirring a large pot of marinara sauce. “Any homework for the weekend?”

“Nope.” When her mom gave her a skeptical look, she added, “No, really! There was a grammar worksheet, but I did it during lunch break. Um, do you need help with that?” She nodded towards the food, but she was reasonably confident that doing her homework early and actually offering to help would net her enough Good Girl points to get out of chores.

Her mom smiled. “Thanks, but I got it. You can go play until dinner.” As expected.

Zoe pondered how to spend the rest of the afternoon. Maybe watch some TV, or read a magazine. Re-read, more like. She did, in fact, have a big stack of magazines featuring Shana Belle, and she’d pored over each one a hundred times, memorizing every detail about her idol.

Recently, she’d gotten a new one that wasn’t exactly what she had expected, though. She’d spotted it on the rack at the grocery store and noticed a feature about Shana in it, so of course she’d begged to have it. Used to requests like that, her mom didn’t pay much attention to the mag and put it in her cart.

Once home, Zoe had excitedly leafed through her new mag until she found the article about Shana, and found that it was actually a whole photoshoot. And the clothes were kind of… skimpy. Glamour, the mag called it. There was Shana in a bikini, and one where she wore only a small tank top and panties, and some that were even more revealing.

Zoe had never seen Shana quite like that before, and was fascinated by these provocative shots. Shana had to be the most beautiful person in the world. Zoe wasn’t too sure she liked the idea that just anyone could see these intimate photos, but had to admit that she enjoyed looking at them herself. They made her feel a little funny for some reason, like butterflies in her tummy.

Her favorite was one where Shana was wearing tiny shorts and some kind of jacket with nothing underneath. Only her beautiful dark hair falling over her chest kept her boobs from view… though not completely. Just thinking about it made Zoe’s heart skip a beat, though she couldn’t exactly explain why.

That magazine seemed like a fine way to pass the time right now. She kept it hidden under the whole pile because she wasn’t sure what her parents would think of it. As she was walking towards her room, though, the phone rang.

“Sweetie, can you get that? My hands are all dirty here.”

“Okay!” Zoe made her way to the living room and picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello! Can I speak to Miss Zoe Price, please?” It was a man’s voice that Zoe didn’t recognize. He sounded strangely enthusiastic, like someone you might hear doing a TV commercial.

“Um, that’s me,” Zoe hesitantly answered. Nobody had ever called her “miss” before.

“Good! The same Zoe Price who participated in Star Magazine’s ‘Meet Shana Belle’ contest?”

Zoe gasped. She had nearly forgotten about that contest. She’d filled out an entry months ago, but had never really expected to hear back about it. “Y-yes! Did… did I win?”

“You just might have! If you can answer the following question, which only a true fan of Shana Belle would know.”

Zoe’s stomach twisted into knots. A question. She had to answer this correctly. This was it, the most important moment of her life. A chance to meet Shana! If she missed it, she might just die. No, she had this. She knew everything there was to know about Shana. Favorite food, childhood nickname, every single word of her lyrics. Everything. But what if he asked something weird about recording studios or producers or whatever? Zoe didn’t really care about that stuff.

She was starting to panic when the man continued. “The question is… How old is Shana Belle?”

Zoe blinked. “Is that it?” she couldn’t help asking. That was his big question? What kind of idiot wouldn’t know that?

“Yes, that’s the question. How old is Shana? Do you know?”

“Of course I know. She’s 23. Her birthday is April 16th, so she’ll be 24 in three months,” she added for good measure.

“Zoe.”

“Y-yes?”

“That’s… correct! You have just won a trip to Los Angeles for yourself and a person of your choice, to meet Shana Belle and hang out with her for a day, then attend one of her concerts from a front-row seat!”

“Omigod omigod omigod! For real? Like, the real real Shana?” Zoe blurted out. It seemed like a silly thing to say, but she knew that, for instance, if you went to Disney World, you didn’t meet the real Mickey Mouse. Of course, Shana wasn’t a cartoon character, so that was probably a little different.

“The real Shana! Now, it says here you’re nine years old, is that right?”

“Yes. But I’ll be ten soon. My birthday is a week after Shana’s, isn’t that cool?”

“Very cool. But I’m going to need to talk to your parents to get permission, and sort out the details.”

“Okay, hold on.” She ran to the kitchen, waving the phone wildly. “Mom, Mom! I won! I won!”

Zoe’s mom raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What? Won? Who is that on the phone? I heard you shouting.”

“The Shana contest! Remember? I won!”

“Oh, really? Hang on a minute.” She washed her hands, then picked up the phone. “Hello?”

For a minute or so, all Zoe heard was “yes” and “uh-huh” from her mom, who finally asked, “And this is all expenses paid?” She seemed relieved at the answer.

Zoe wasn’t really listening anymore, though. All she could think about was that she was going to meet Shana. Beautiful, amazing Shana. This was the best day of her life. Well, for now. The day she went to L.A. would be even better.

* * *

The month-long wait before the trip had been a test in endurance, but now, finally, Zoe was stepping off the plane in Los Angeles. It was the first time she’d ever flown, and not only once, but twice—since there was no direct flight from her home state, they’d had to stop in Denver.

Mostly, she’d enjoyed the experience. It had been very impressive to watch the ground and everything on it get smaller as the plane rose into the sky. A sudden bout of turbulence had been pretty scary, though, and she’d had to hold tightly to her mother’s hand.

They’d left at 7 a.m. amid light snow, and now, almost six hours later, it wasn’t even noon, and warm enough to go out wearing a t-shirt. Zoe understood why, of course, but it still seemed magical to her.

“Well, here we are,” her mother said. “Someone is supposed to be waiting for us near the exit.”

Zoe wished she could have brought along her friend Jen—even if the girl didn’t appreciate Shana as much as she should—but the contest prize was only for two people, and a pair of fourth-graders really couldn’t have traveled without an adult. Even Zoe’s dad had to stay home, as they couldn’t spare the money for an extra plane ticket.

Still, now that she was here, Zoe was super excited, literally bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. They fetched their luggage, then she had some fun sitting on her suitcase and rolling around in the giant hallways of the airport. That is, until she nearly crashed into another group of tourists, and her mom made her stop.

When they exited the terminal, there was a crowd of people waiting, some holding signs with names on them, just like she’d seen in movies. It took a moment, but they finally spotted a man who had their names printed on his sign, and went over to him.

“Welcome to Los Angeles,” he said. “My name is Matthew. Please follow me, and we will be right on our way.” He had a British accent and was wearing some kind of chauffeur’s uniform, also like in the movies.

“Do you know Shana?” Zoe asked him as they walked.

“Yes, indeed. I am Miss Belle’s driver and personal assistant.”

“You must be around her a lot, then. You’re so lucky.” When the man didn’t comment, she added, “Are we gonna see her soon?”

“Yes, quite soon. We will be picking her up from the recording studio on our way to her estate.”

Matthew led them to the parking garage, and Zoe’s eyes went wide when she saw what awaited them there. Not just a fancy car, as she might have expected, but a real limousine. It was by far the biggest car she’d ever seen in person, and now it looked like she was about to ride in it.

“Miss,” Matthew said as he opened the door and motioned her in.

Zoe climbed into the car carefully, looking around in amazement. “Wow!” The passenger area was bigger than her parents’ entire car. The “back seat” was shaped like a U and actually covered three sides of the limo. There was even a TV! She sat down on one side, then her mom got in as well, taking the spot in front of Zoe and looking rather impressed herself.

“We will be on our way shortly. There is a minibar with some snacks in the back, feel free to take anything you want,” Matthew said before closing the door.

Curious, Zoe looked around and spotted the tiny fridge above the seat on one side. She scooched over to take a look and found it contained water bottles, different kinds of pop, and various kinds of candy. With a sheepish smile at her mom, she grabbed a Kit Kat bar. “Want anything, Mom?”

“Just a water. Thanks, honey.”

As she nibbled at her candy, Zoe watched the scenery outside stream by, the buildings getting bigger and taller as they drove into downtown L.A. Many were bigger than anything she’d seen back home.

Zoe was growing more and more nervous as they got closer to their destination. She was about to meet Shana. The Shana Belle. A genuine superstar, and just about the most important person in Zoe’s life… other than her parents and close friends. Probably.

What if she said something stupid, or made a fool of herself? She wasn’t even sure if she should call her “Shana”, or “Miss Belle” as Matthew did. Or maybe by her real name? Her head full of Shana trivia, Zoe knew that “Shana Belle” was just an artist name, of course, but she wasn’t sure what people called her behind the scenes.

Worse, what if Shana didn’t even want to hang out with some silly kid? Maybe she’d had to do the contest for publicity, or maybe she thought someone more interesting would win. What if she saw Zoe as an annoying brat?

Her mind occupied by these doubts, Zoe was startled when the car finally stopped in front of a tall skyscraper. Frantically, her eyes scanned the people on the sidewalk. Was Shana here?

There, at the back, leaning against the building, Zoe recognized her instantly, even with sunglasses on—she’d spent enough time gazing at Shana’s pictures to know her anywhere.

Shana straightened up and began moving towards them when she noticed the limo pull up. She was beautiful, of course. Her curly dark hair falling down her back, her slim figure and long legs, everything about her seemed perfect. Zoe had thought more than a few times that Shana must be what an angel looked like.

Shana was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, not unlike something Zoe might wear herself on a summer day—though she had jeans on at the moment, because it had been winter when she left that morning. It was a far cry from the fancier—or more revealing—outfits that Zoe had seen Shana wear, but it was actually nice to see the star in everyday clothes, and of course, they still looked fantastic on her. Zoe glanced down at her own chest, wondering if it was tacky of her to wear a Shana shirt today.

Shana was speaking on a phone as she came forward. Zoe felt that there should be a red carpet or something under her feet. Maybe that was more for coming out of a limo at some big event, but still, Shana deserved it. The people on the sidewalk didn’t even seem to recognize her, that was crazy.

As Shana came close, Zoe could hear the last part of her conversation. “Look, I don’t give a fuck if it’s complicated. What am I paying you for? Just make it happen.”

A quick glance sideways reassured Zoe that her mother hadn’t heard the curse word. That was probably for the best. Shana sounded really mad, though. That couldn’t be good. There was no way that she’d be in the mood to hang out with some kid she didn’t even know.

Zoe nervously watched as her idol climbed into the car, but to her great relief, Shana took one look at her then flashed a bright smile.

“Hey there. You must be Zoe.” Shana took off the sunglasses, revealing her beautiful blue eyes. “I’m Shana,” she added with a wink. “Cool shirt. That’s actually my favorite design.”

Zoe giggled and shook the offered hand. Touching the real, actual Shana Belle sent those familiar butterflies to her belly and got her tongue all tied up, so she only managed to nod. She could barely believe this was happening. Shana was just as beautiful in real life.

“I’m Helen, Zoe’s mother. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Belle,” her mom said.

“Oh, please, it’s ‘Shana.’ Nice to meet you.” After shaking hands, Shana turned back to Zoe. “You two had a nice morning, I hope? Flew in?”

“Yes.” Nervous to be talking to her heroine, Zoe’s voice came out as an embarrassing little squeak, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes. It was really cool! My first time flying, ever. We could see the clouds below us and everything! Um, I didn’t like it so much when the plane got all shaky, though…”

Shana smiled. “Yeah, turbulence can be scary at first, but you get used to it. It’s not dangerous. Trust me, I’ve taken the plane hundreds of times and never crashed, not even once.”

Zoe laughed and nodded. Of course, Shana had to have flown so many times for media appearances and touring that there wasn’t anything new Zoe could tell her about it. She tried to think of something interesting to say to fill the silence, but could only come up with, “So, um… how was your morning?”

“Hmm, pretty good, I guess, all things considered. Some annoying crap to deal with, but we finally finished recording the new single, so that’s a relief.”

Zoe gasped. “A new single?”

“Ah, yeah. I guess that’s not public knowledge yet. It should be out in a month or two.” Shana considered Zoe for a moment, a sly smile growing on her lips. She fished in her handbag and pulled out a small USB drive. “Say, I happen to have it right here. Would you like to be the first person in the world to hear it?”

“Omigod yes!” Zoe couldn’t believe her luck.

Shana chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Now, this isn’t the final mix yet. There’s still some… fiddling around left to do, so it probably won’t sound exactly like this when it’s out on Spotify or whatever, but it should give you a good idea.”

“That’s okay!”

Shana plugged the drive into a music system that Zoe hadn’t even noticed, off to one side—this car really had everything!—and after a few seconds, the song started playing.

Zoe was all ears as the first notes came out of the car speakers, taking in the new piece of music. It was beautiful, of course, as she would have expected. A little slower and more melancholy than usual, but still recognizable as Shana’s style. She listened to the whole thing without saying a word, her attention entirely focused on the song.

“Well, what do you think?” Shana asked after it was over.

“Wow, it was soooo good! Kinda different, but still really great. Thank you so much for letting me hear it.” Zoe already felt like listening to the song all over again.

Shana smiled. “You are very welcome. And thank you, I’m glad you liked it so much. I’m thinking the piano should probably be just a smidge softer in that quiet part, though, and the chorus… Well, anyway, I won’t bore you with those details.” She seemed to be taking notes on her phone as she spoke.

“I guess that’s the song I’ll be hearing over and over for the next few months, then,” Zoe’s mom said, apparently trying to be funny.

“Mom! That’s rude,” Zoe hissed. She couldn’t believe her mother would embarrass her in front of Shana like that.

But Shana only laughed. “It just might be, sounds like it’s already a hit with Zoe here. Sorry about that.” She winked at Zoe before turning back to her mom. “Um, you know, come to think of it, this must all be pretty boring for you. Now, this is just a thought, but… My favorite day spa is on our way, best in the city. If you want, we could drop you off there, pick you back up for dinner. Get an afternoon of massages, facial, manicure, all that good stuff. I’m a member there, so it won’t cost you a dime.”

Her mom’s eyebrows rose up, as did Zoe’s, but probably for different reasons. Could she really spend the afternoon alone with Shana, without her mom there to say stupid things and annoy them? That would be so awesome.

“Oh, well, that all sounds really nice, but… I don’t really think I should leave Zoe,” her mom said, though she seemed to be very tempted by the offer.

“It’s not a problem. It’ll just be the two of us, I’ll be sure to keep an eye on her. We’ll probably do karaoke all afternoon or something. What do you think, Zoe?”

“Karaoke together? Ooooh, yes! That would be so cool!” Singing with Shana sounded just like a dream. In fact, Zoe was sure she’d dreamed about that before.

Her mom looked less than enthusiastic about the prospect of karaoke, though. In fact, Shana might have just said the exact thing that was needed to convince her to leave them alone. “Um, yes, that’s not really my kind of thing… and I’ve never been to one of those nice spa places before… Hmmm, well, Zoe, do you think it would be okay if—”

“Yes! It’s fine,” Zoe quickly interrupted.

Maybe she’d been a little too eager, because her mom gave her a look, but then she nodded. “Well, it looks like that’s settled, then. Thank you for the generous offer, Shana.”

“Oh, my pleasure. Don’t worry about it.” Shana pushed a button on the car door. “Matthew, could you make a stop by the spa? We’ll be dropping Helen off there.”

“Of course, Miss Belle,” came the reply through the speakers.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a fancy-looking building. “You can leave the luggage here, just take what you need with you. Matthew will make sure it gets to your hotel room.” Shana pressed the button again. “Matthew, can you go in and set things up so that she’s all covered on my membership? Oh, and get her phone number, okay?”

“Certainly.”

“Thanks.” Shana turned back to Zoe’s mom. “We’ll text you with the dinner plans.”

“Sounds good. Thank you, again. Well, sweetie, I’ll see you later, okay?”

Her mom still looked unsure whether she was doing the right thing, so Zoe gave her a big reassuring hug. “Okay, cool! Have fun, Mom!”

The car door closed, and now she was alone with Shana, sitting right next to her. The singer smiled, and Zoe’s heart skipped a beat. Stop being weird, she told herself. She looked around, trying to find something to say. “This car is so cool. Do you always ride in it?”

Shana chuckled. “Oh, no. It’s a bit much for everyday use, you know? I only use a limo to make a big entrance at some events… or to impress a special guest.” She winked at Zoe, then reached out to brush her cheek.

Zoe felt her face grow warm. Special guest, she liked that. But being so close to Shana made her feel all kinds of weird. Blown away that she was meeting her idol, too shy to actually speak to her, and… other feelings that she couldn’t quite put into words.

Luckily, Shana seemed to be the exact opposite: completely at ease and happy to carry the conversation. “So, are you looking forward to the show tonight?”

Zoe’s excitement quickly got the better of her shyness. “Yes! Omigod, I’ve been wanting to see you in concert for so long! But, um, you never play near where I live…”

“Oh? Where’s that again?”

“North Dakota.”

Shana made a face. “Ah, yeah, um, that’s not really on the typical tour itinerary… Hmm, an untapped market, maybe?”

“I would so go!”

“Then it would be worth it. I’ll look into it.” Shana gave Zoe’s thigh a quick pat. “What songs do you most want to hear tonight?”

As their car resumed its journey, Zoe gushed about her favorite songs, her reserve soon fading away. To her delight, Shana assured her that many of those were on the setlist for the show.

After a twenty-minute ride, the car turned into a wide driveway. Distracted by the conversation, Zoe hadn’t been paying much attention to her surroundings, but now she took a look outside and was very impressed to see the large mansion they were driving towards. It looked like something out of a movie. “Wow! That house is huge!”

“Welcome to Beverly Hills,” Shana said, amused by her reaction. She got out of the car and held the door open for Zoe.

Eyes wide, Zoe looked around at everything while Shana gave some instructions to the driver, who left soon after on some errand or other. The two-story house could probably contain the small apartment she shared with her parents five times over, if not more. She wondered what someone did with so much space.

Zoe was no expert in architecture, but the building looked very modern to her, with large windows everywhere. The yard was beautifully arranged as well, with lots of trees, and hedgerows all around.

Shana came up from behind, putting a hand on the small of Zoe’s back. “Well? Want a tour?”

“Yes!” Zoe followed Shana inside, a bounce in her step. She was having trouble containing her excitement.

The front door opened onto a giant area that combined living room, dining room and kitchen into one open space. All the furniture looked refined and expensive, though Zoe didn’t really know much about that stuff. The entire back “wall” was made of windows, giving a nice view of the backyard and the large pool it contained. This room alone was bigger than Zoe’s entire apartment.

Shana led her around, showing off the rest of the floor, which included a practice room with a big piano, a number of well-furnished bedrooms, and no less than three huge bathrooms.

When they returned to the main area, Shana made a vague gesture towards a spiral staircase leading to the second floor. “And up there is… I dunno. More rooms, I guess?”

Zoe laughed, though she wasn’t quite sure if Shana was kidding or not. “Your house is so big that you haven’t seen all of it?”

“Well, I might have been there once or twice,” Shana replied with a wink. “To be honest, most of the time, I live in my apartment in New York. This place here, I guess it seemed like a good idea when I bought it. Like, ‘oh, look at me, I’ve made it big,’ but all that celebrity status stuff is kinda B.S. when you think about it. I mean, the place is nice and all, but… it’s not really me, you know?” She shrugged. “Though it is great for throwing parties.”

Zoe nodded slowly. “Yeah, um… I think I get it. Like, even if I had lots of money, maybe I wouldn’t want something so big. It looks real nice, but I think I’d like a place that’s more… I dunno, cozy?” She hoped she didn’t offend Shana by saying that.

But Shana only grinned. “See? You’re smarter than me.”

Zoe smiled back, flattered that Shana was confiding in her. She’d read tons of interviews with the singer, of course, but this sounded more personal than what Shana usually said publicly. And it didn’t feel like the star was talking down to her, or treating her like a kid, either.

“Well, anyway,” Shana continued, “how about that karaoke?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Shana led Zoe to the section of the room where there was a couch in front of an enormous TV. Usually, when Zoe and her friends felt like doing karaoke, they would simply load up videos on YouTube, but Shana actually had her own karaoke machine with a microphone and everything—now that was money well spent.

“So, pick the song you want,” Shana said, handing Zoe the controller after setting up the system.

Zoe looked through the list of available songs—there were a lot!—and finally selected “Shooting Star.” It was one of Shana’s, of course, and quite possibly Zoe’s favorite song, though there were a few other contenders.

Shana simply smiled and held the microphone out to Zoe.

Reaching out for it, Zoe suddenly froze. The realization had just hit her that she would need to actually sing in front of Shana. All at once, she found herself extremely self-conscious about her abilities.

“Want me to start?” Shana asked, and Zoe was quick to nod.

As soon as the first lines were sung, it became obvious just how talented Shana was. Zoe had known that, of course, but she’d also heard that many pop stars used tricks in the studio to make their voice sound better. Clearly, that wasn’t the case with Shana. With no warm-up or anything, the singer sounded just as perfect as she did on the albums.

Zoe stared, captivated, as Shana sang the first few verses of the tune. It was like her own private show. Even if there wasn’t an actual concert that night to look forward to, the trip would have been worth it for this moment.

Shana glanced at Zoe and winked. “Sing the chorus with me, don’t be shy.”

Zoe got closer to the mic and, in a hesitant voice, began singing the words that she knew so well. She’d done so by herself many times before, but it was a very different experience when the person who wrote the song was standing right next to you. Her voice sounded so weak and unsteady next to Shana’s, she was afraid that she was only embarrassing herself.

But Shana smiled, giving an encouraging nod. That boosted Zoe’s confidence, and she slowly let herself be drawn in by the music. Her voice gained in assurance, and soon enough she was enjoying the duet with her idol. She even sang the last verse by herself.

“Not bad at all,” Shana said once the song was over.

“No way.” Zoe hid her face in her hands, giggling. Shana was probably just teasing her.

“No, really. You’re pretty good, especially when you relax and start having fun. You can’t find your true voice if you’re all nervous.”

Zoe smiled at the compliment. She didn’t think she had a future as a singer, “true voice” or not, but it was still a lot of fun to pretend. And she’d be able to say she sang with Shana Belle, how cool was that?

“Wanna try another?” Shana asked.

Nodding, Zoe put on another of Shana’s songs, something more rhythmic this time.

Shana began dancing—not choreographed like in her video clips, just casually moving around to the beat. Even so, her movements were graceful and alluring. The swaying of her hips, in particular, grabbed Zoe’s attention, and it took her a moment to realize that Shana was motioning for her to join in.

Feeling some heat on her cheeks, Zoe jumped to her feet. She wasn’t even sure why she’d been staring like that, but hoped that Shana didn’t think she was weird. Trying to act casual, she began moving along to the music, mostly imitating what Shana was doing—though with a lot less elegance.

They danced and traded verses, and soon Zoe had forgotten her momentary discomfort. She was having the time of her life singing with Shana. They went through a few more songs, and she bounced around, and sang at the top of her lungs, and it was a ton of fun.

“You don’t have to pick only my songs, you know,” Shana said after the fourth or fifth one of hers that Zoe had selected.

“But they’re the best!”

“Aww. Thanks, sweetie.”

“But okay, um, let’s see…” Zoe looked through the list to see if something by another artist would catch her eye, just to switch it up. In the end, she settled on “I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll,” the Joan Jett song. It was one of her dad’s favorites, and she’d always liked it too.

“Oh yeah, love this one,” Shana said when the recognizable guitar riff came on. It was her turn on the mic, so she began singing the first few lines. She winked as she changed “he” to “she” in the lyrics, making the song about a girl instead of a guy.

Giggling, Zoe did the same for the next verse. It made sense, they were the ones “singin’ that same old song” together, after all.

They took turns with the verses, then sang the famous chorus together. Shana began banging her head to the catchy guitar lick, and Zoe soon imitated her, laughing all the while. By the time the song was over, all that dancing and moving around had made her work up a sweat.

“Phew,” Zoe said, shaking the front of her shirt to try to cool off.

Shana chuckled. “Now try that for two hours under big spotlights.”

Zoe felt exhausted just thinking about it. She’d never really thought about how demanding it must be to perform a concert. “How do you do it?”

“Practice, and regular workouts, mostly.” Shana shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you must practice like this all the time… Sorry, this must be kinda boring for you.”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s nice to sing just for the joy of it sometimes, y’know? And with a good partner, too.” Shana winked. “This is fun. I’m glad I picked you for the contest.”

Zoe was delighted at the compliment, then a little confused. “Wait, picked? Wasn’t it a random draw?”

“Oh, well… sorta.” Shana looked a little embarrassed. “Okay, don’t tell anyone, but I had to insist on getting the right to veto the contest winner. ‘Cause, like, imagine if some creepy old guy won it, and then I’d have to spend the whole day with him? No way. So in the end, what they did is they drew three entries at random, and I got to choose one as the winner.”

“Oooh. That makes sense.” Zoe could see how it might be very awkward to be forced to hang out with some random person. She couldn’t help grinning, overjoyed to know that Shana had chosen her personally.

Shana nodded towards the windows at the back of the house. “So anyway, how about a soak in the pool to cool down?”

The idea sounded wonderful, but there was one problem. “Oh, um… I didn’t think to bring a swimsuit,” Zoe admitted. “It’s still winter back home.”

Shana shook her head. “Came to California without a swimsuit, huh?”

Zoe rubbed the back of her neck, feeling silly. “I kinda packed in a hurry before bed yesterday…”

“Well, that’s okay…” A mischievous smile spread on Shana’s lips. “We could just go skinny-dipping, if you’re game.”

Zoe’s eyes went wide with shock. Go swimming in the nude? She’d never done that before… at least not since she was a baby. She was pretty sure she shouldn’t do something like that with a grown-up she’d just met today. But this was Shana, not some weird stranger, so maybe it was okay.

The thing that caught her attention the most, though, was that Shana had said “we”. Did the singer intend to go naked, too? Zoe felt her heart race at the thought, and those butterflies flew around in her tummy, kind of like when she looked at Shana’s skimpy photos in that magazine. This time, though, Shana wouldn’t be wearing anything at all. Her cheeks burned as she imagined it.

“Don’t be shy.” Shana took Zoe by the hand and led her to the back door, which she slid open. “See? Nobody can see us out here,” she said, indicating the hedges and trees blocking the view.

It was true. Though Zoe knew there were other large houses around, only a couple of roofs could be seen. The neighbors wouldn’t be able to see anything in Shana’s yard any more than she could look into their houses.

“But we don’t have to, it’s up to you,” Shana added, shrugging. She watched Zoe, waiting on her decision but showing no sign of impatience.

“Well… okay, I guess.” The whole thing sounded pretty embarrassing but… Zoe had to admit that her desire to see Shana naked was stronger than her sense of modesty. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It seemed so weird. One thing that was for sure was that her parents wouldn’t approve. “But, um, don’t tell my mom… “

Shana chuckled. “Deal. I’d probably be in more trouble than you, actually, so… It’ll be our little secret, okay?” she said, extending her little finger.

Giggling, Zoe hooked Shana’s pinkie with her own. “Okay!”

“Good. Let’s get to it then.” Without further ado, Shana grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one quick motion, carelessly tossing it aside next to the pool. Her shorts soon joined the shirt on the tiles, leaving her in a skimpy bra and matching panties.

Zoe stared. Shana was so beautiful, especially when she wore so little, somehow. Zoe couldn’t keep from eyeing every inch of her idol’s body, though she felt a little creepy doing so. In her view, Shana was perfect from head to toe, and the lacy black bra and panties only highlighted that fact. Is she really gonna take ‘em off? she wondered.

As if reading Zoe’s mind, Shana winked then reached behind her back to undo the bra, letting it slide down her arms and drop to the ground. Without a hint of shyness, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her long legs.

Zoe tried to look away, as it seemed terribly rude to gawk at someone’s bare body, but she kept stealing glances without meaning to. Shana was the first naked woman she’d gotten a good look at, other than her mother, and she couldn’t help comparing the two. Shana’s breasts were a little smaller, but looked more firm and shapely, and Zoe was puzzled to see that the spot where she’d have expected Shana to have a patch of hair between her legs was as bare as her own.

The strange sensation in Zoe’s belly was growing stronger as she studied Shana’s nude body. It felt like the butterflies were trying to fight their way out, but in a kind of nice way. It was very confusing, she’d never felt that way with anyone else.

Shana took a few steps around the pool to where the water was deeper and dove straight in. Coming up after a few seconds, she turned towards Zoe. “Well? You gonna join me, cutie? The water’s nice!”

Zoe hesitated. Now that it was her turn to undress, it seemed like a big step. Cutie? Did Shana really mean that? She’d never given it much thought before, but now she wished she was more grown-up and looked more like a woman, so maybe Shana would find her beautiful, too.

She slowly unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them, did the same with her panties, and finally pulled off her socks. The t-shirt was long enough to cover her private parts, so that wasn’t too embarrassing… but now it was the only thing left to take off. She wanted to turn around, but Shana had undressed without batting an eye, and Zoe didn’t want to seem childish in the eyes of her idol.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled the shirt up and over her head, held it in front of her for a few seconds then, not knowing what else to do, let it drop to the ground. Shana seemed to be watching her intently, which made Zoe even more uncomfortable, but then the young woman smiled and said, “Come on in, sweet stuff!”

It felt really weird to be naked outside, but Zoe tried to ignore it, reminding herself that nobody else could see. There were stairs leading into the in-ground pool, and she carefully went down one step at a time. The water was nice and warm, but still refreshing after all the exercise from earlier.

At the bottom of the stairs, the water was up to her shoulders. Shana swam up to join her, rising out of the water until her breasts were fully visible. Zoe tried not to stare at them, but with little success.

“You good?” Shana asked.

Zoe nodded. “Yeah… I think. It’s kinda weird, being naked, but…”

“But… kinda fun, too?” Shana completed with a wink.

“I guess so.” Zoe giggled. There was a kind of thrill to it.

Shana grinned. “I thought you might enjoy it. So… race you to the other end?”

Zoe gave the older girl a dubious look. “That doesn’t sound fair, your legs and arms are way longer. And um… I’m not a very good swimmer, anyway. I’m a little scared of the deep end,” she admitted.

“Yeah? Well, wanna practice that? I’ll help you.”

“Um… okay.”

“Here, climb on my back,” Shana said, lowering herself into the water so that Zoe could do just that.

Laughing, Zoe wrapped her arms around the young woman’s neck, and Shana began slowly swimming towards the deep end of the pool. The direct skin contact was making Zoe feel funny all over again. She was growing a little lightheaded, being so close to Shana, nestled against her beautiful body.

“Okay, now let go, and just hold on to my shoulder. Try to keep yourself afloat,” Shana said, once they were at the other end of the pool.

Zoe did as she was told. With one hand gripping Shana’s shoulder, she kicked her legs as hard as she could to try to keep from sinking. It was pretty stressful to be in a spot where the water would go over her head if she stopped moving.

Shana chuckled. “Not so fast, you’re gonna tire yourself out. Relax. Your body’s naturally buoyant, you don’t need to make such a big effort to keep floating. Do like me.”

Zoe observed Shana’s calm movements and tried to imitate her. There was a moment of panic as she began to sink but she soon managed to find a good balance between exertion and keeping her head above the water.

“Yeah, much better,” Shana said. “And even easier with both hands.”

Zoe hesitated a moment, scared that if she let go of Shana, she’d immediately plunge to the bottom of the pool. Tentatively, she loosened her grasp on Shana’s shoulder, then released it completely, and to her surprise found that she was staying afloat under her own power. “I… I’m doing it!”

“Very good!” Raising her hands above the water, Shana applauded. “See? It’s not so hard. Now, show me how you swim. Here, I’ll hold you up so it’s easier.”

Zoe felt Shana’s hand on her tummy, lifting her up so she could demonstrate her swimming technique. The touch made the butterflies go even wilder, filling her lower belly with warmth. It felt strangely pleasing, Shana’s hand on her bare skin. Zoe squirmed a little, unsure of how to respond to these new feelings and afraid that Shana might think she was weird, but in the end, she decided to just enjoy the sensation.

She swam around a little, Shana giving her tips on how to improve. Zoe couldn’t keep from grinning. She’d never imagined that one day she would be getting singing and swimming advice from her all-time favorite pop star.

After a while, Zoe was feeling more confident in her swimming abilities. She even swam the length of the pool from the deep end on her own, to Shana’s acclaim.

“Phew. I’m getting kinda tired, though,” Zoe said afterwards.

“Yeah, okay, let’s get out.”

Zoe followed Shana up the steps and out of the pool, getting a good view of the singer’s butt in the process. It was perfectly shaped, just like the rest of her body. Zoe tried to look elsewhere, but it wasn’t easy.

“We can rinse off here,” Shana said, indicating an outdoor shower, the kind they have at public pools. Her house really did have everything. Shana walked under the showerhead and turned on the spray, then motioned for Zoe to join her.

Zoe had assumed they would take turns, but she decided this was even nicer, and stepped beneath the streaming water with Shana. Once again, she had trouble keeping her eyes from exploring the young woman’s body. They seemed to want to take in every detail: the fine legs, the curiously bare private parts, the flat belly, the strangely fascinating breasts… When her gaze drifted higher, she met Shana’s eyes, and suddenly realized that she’d been caught staring.

But Shana only smiled warmly. Apparently she didn’t mind at all, if she even did notice. For a moment, it looked like Shana’s eyes might be doing a bit of wandering as well, but Zoe figured that had to be her imagination.

On to Part Two!

Adventure of the Amazing Invisible Girl: A Bedtime Story, Part Two

  • Posted on November 26, 2019 at 3:46 pm

By Purple Les

Almost a whole week had gone by. It was a Friday evening, and Heather and Alice’s mother Sue was going out for a few hours with some friends.

“I’m trusting you to look after things while I’m out, Heather. I know that you won’t let me down.”

“I won’t, Mom,” ten-year-old Heather assured her mother.

Sue turned to her little girl, “And you be a good girl for your big sister, Alice.”

“I promise, Mommy,” the six-year-old replied. She meant it, too.

“Okay, then,” Sue said. “Heather, you know how to reach me if anything comes up. Bye-bye, now. Love you both.” With a kiss for each of her daughters, she left through the front door.

“What do you want to do, kiddo?” Heather asked her little sister. Alice had been bathed and was in her pajamas, while Heather still wore play clothes.

“I wanna play War,” Alice stated.

Heather sighed. She found the card game called War to be fairly dull… but with a shrug, she decided to be nice to her little sister and put up with it.

They sat on the living room floor as Alice got out the deck of cards, shuffled them and counted them out, then they began to play. It was a mindless game, one where each player turned a card up and whoever had the higher card took them both, until one player was out of cards. Sure enough, Heather soon found herself getting bored.

Then they came to a place in the game where both girls turned up the same card, which was where the “war” part took place. According to the rules, the players then put these cards to one side, laid two more face down, then turned over another as a tiebreaker. The winner got all eight cards.

As they prepared to turn their tiebreaker cards, Heather had a very wicked, very intriguing idea.

“Hey Alice, hold up,” Heather asked, “I just thought of something. How about, besides the winner taking the cards, the loser has to take something off?”

Seeing the befuddled look on Alice’s cute face, Heather tried to explain in greater detail.

“So like if I lose this war, then you get the war cards and I have to take off my shirt or socks or something. And if you lose, you take something off.”

“We do that every time we have a war?” Alice asked.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“How long do we do it for?” Alice was trying to make sure that she understood.

“Till one of us is bare naked,” Heather said, grinning.

Alice laughed at this idea and eagerly said, “Oh. Sure, okay.”

They each turned a card over. Alice had a nine, but Heather had only a five.

Alice laughed with glee as she gathered the cards to her pile and pointing at Heather, saying, “Okay, now take something off.”

Both girls giggled as Heather removed both her socks, leaving her barefoot. Then the game resumed as before.

The next war found Heather losing again — and after a moment’s reflection, she took off her pants. That left her in just panties and a t-shirt. Alice became less giggly as she stole glances at her big sister, thinking about how cool it would be to see Heather naked again.

Their next war came soon after. This time Alice lost, and slipped out of her pajama top. That left the little girl topless, with only her pajama bottoms and panties left to lose. Heather’s eyes kept wandering to her baby sister’s bare chest. I’d love to lick her nipples, she told herself. I didn’t get around to doing that last week.

Several hands and a few wars later, both girls were down to their panties.

They came to another war, and Alice turned over a King. Heather slowly turned her own card over. It was a Jack, and Alice was all smiles. “Whoo!” she squealed, “take ‘em off, big sister!”

I guess I should make this fun. Heather thought. Heck, it is fun. Standing up in front of her wide-eyed little sister, she turned around, pulled her yellow panties down and shook her bare bottom back and forth for a moment. Heather then tugged her knickers back up again and spun around to face a delighted Alice.

“So… you ready to see me bare naked?” Heather purred.

Alice clapped her hands. “Yeah! I wanna see you with nothin’ on.”

“Okay,” Heather said as she grasped the waistband of her panties and began to slowly push them down. Once her vulva was revealed at last to Alice’s hungry eyes, Heather slid her undies all the way down to her feet and stepped out.

“Cool,” Alice breathed, staring in complete awe at her nude sister.

Enjoying this game more with each passing second, Heather posed with her legs apart, letting Alice see everything. Then, unable to resist, she began to play with her smooth slit.

Sitting back down on the floor, the ten-year-old spread her legs even wider, giving Alice a close-up view as she masturbated, running a finger up and down through her juicy cunt.

Heather was beside herself with excitement as she performed for her little sister, putting on a sex show for a child of six… but what happened next thrilled her even more.

Alice shimmied out of her little white underpants. Now just as naked as her big sister, she parted her thighs, putting herself on full display.

“I found something that feels really good,” Alice said. “I just touch this little bump thing up here. See? Like this.” The child spread her tiny vulva open with the fingers on one hand, and with the index finger of the other hand, lightly brushed her tiny clitoris.

Heather copied what her little sister was doing, and soon both girls were watching each other masturbate. They exchanged shy smiles, happy to be sharing something so naughty.

“Heather?” Alice began, “Would you, um, lick me, please? Like Linda did that time?”

Omigod, yes! Heather thought. She’d been thinking about going down on Alice ever since watching Linda do it, but hadn’t had the nerve to make a move on her own sister. “You really want me to do that?” she asked, still fingering her clit.

Alice gave a vigorous nod. “Yeah. Please? If you do it for me, I’ll do it for you. Okay?”

Heather could only stare at the six-year-old, her heart racing. She wants to lick me too? How awesome is that?  

Nervously moistening her lips, the older girl drew closer. “Um, okay. Now, I haven’t done this before, so let me know if I’m doing it right.” Lying down on her tummy, Heather looked closely at the baby-smooth pussy before her. Her little sister’s pussy.

Heather took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart, then gently kissed Alice’s sex. She paused to sample the flavor, quickly deciding that she liked it, and began to lick and nibble her baby sister.

Alice lay on her back and raised her knees up and cooed and giggled with delight at what Heather’s tongue was doing to her. “Ooooohhh, that feels nice,” she moaned, “D-don’t stop!”

From where she sat, Alice had a lovely view of Heather’s bare butt. It’s so pretty, she decided. Wonder if she’d let me play with it?

But that thought was interrupted by the sudden surge of good feelings between Alice’s thighs. The child’s eyes drifted shut as those sensations grew and grew, then turned into that thing that her sister’s friend Linda did to her last week, something so huge that it stole her breath away.

Like last time, those feelings eventually became too big, and started to tickle. Alice finally told Heather, “You can stop now. That felt good.”

Heather lay back, lightly caressing herself as she drank in the sight of her angelic little sister, content in the glow of her orgasm. I made that happen, she told herself, buoyant with pride.

Once Alice had recovered her breath she said, “Okay, now it’s your turn.”

Heather was very excited, but wasn’t sure if this was right. “You don’t have to if you don’t want, Alice,” she told her little sister.

“No, I wanna do it. Lay down now, and make some room for me.” Alice instructed her big sister, pushing Heather’s feet apart to spread the older girl’s legs. Instead of lying down between them, though, Alice knelt by her big sister’s side, then bent down to place a few shy kisses on Heather’s slit. Deciding she liked the taste, the six-year-old began to lick.

Placing a hand on Alice’s shoulder, Heather said, “Not so hard with your tongue, sweetie. Do it soft. Yeah. That’s good. Mhhh, yeah, keep doing it just like that.”

As Alice went down on her big sister, her flawless little bottom was about a foot or so from Heather’s face. The older girl idly ran her hand over those tender globes, then slid down to fondle Alice’s pussy, much to the child’s delight.

Heather reached a lovely climax of her own, then had Alice stretch out next to her. The sisters cuddled, sharing kisses and words of love.

“That was amazing,” Heather told Alice. “I’ll do this with you anytime you want, kiddo. Just say the word.”

“Okay!” Alice replied. “I’ll prob’ly want to real soon.”

“But not now,” the older girl said, glancing at the clock. “We gotta get dressed before Mom gets home.”

They got back into their clothes, then went downstairs and parked themselves in front of the TV.

When Sue got home, she praised her daughters for being good girls. She was also pleased to see that Heather still seemed to be willing to hang out with her little sister.

***

The next day, Linda came over to play. Linda’s mother Rita came with her, as Sue was hosting a little get-together for some of her grownup friends.

Sue told the girls, “You go upstairs and play. When the party’s over there’ll be some chocolate cake left, and you can each have a piece. If you’re good, that is.”

The girls dutifully promised to behave, then went up to Heather’s room, where they played games for a while. When the sound of grownups laughing and talking could clearly be heard, they knew that it was safe to have some real fun.

“You guys wanna kiss and stuff?” said Linda.

“I’m into it,” Heather declared.

“Can we do it naked?” Alice asked.

Linda and Heather glance at each other in surprise, then they both eagerly said “Yeah!”

Heather closed her bedroom door, then all three girls began to excitedly undress. As the last of their clothes came off, the girls looked closely at each other’s bare bodies.

“Let me see you guys kiss.” Linda said.

Taking her little sister’s hand, Heather lay back on her bed with legs spread wide, Alice on top of her. They began to kiss, and Linda licked her lips as she watched, turned on by the sight of sisters doing sex with each other.

When Heather reached down to fondle Alice’s cute little bottom, Linda couldn’t hold back — she had to masturbate, tracing a finger through her smooth slit. Reaching out, her free hand met Heather’s on Alice’s ass. Linda wanted to do more to that lovely bum than just caress it, though.

She allowed her finger to slip into Alice’s butt crack and move back and forth, stroking the child’s rosebud. Alice was taken aback at first, but quickly decided that she liked having her bottom hole touched. When Linda’s fingertip paused at the cleft of the six-year-old’s anus, Alice pushed back, wanting to feel it inside her.

That caused Alice’s sex to rub against Heather’s, giving both girls great enjoyment, so Alice began to work her hips forward and back, grinding into her big sister. It felt divine.

When the pleasures of cunt against cunt became too powerful, Alice would move her bottom up just a bit to feel Linda’s finger pressing against her tight little butthole. When that felt too good, Alice lowered herself back down onto her sister.

Then, while Alice and Heather were still pushing their pussies together, Linda slid the tip of her index finger into Alice’s anus. She was tight at first — but then the child relaxed, allowing that probing finger to enter her rectum right up to the third knuckle.

Having her asshole and pussy pleasured at the same time proved too much for Alice. Her body jerked violently as she came, crying out loud in delight, then the little girl lay limply on top of Heather.

Heather gave her little sister a tender kiss, carefully moved the child to one side, then beckoned for Linda to join her. Linda eagerly climbed on top of Heather, and they kissed and rubbed their pussies together while Alice watched.

“You guys should lick each other,” Alice said, “Like at the same time.”

Linda liked this idea. She raised herself up, turning around until her beautiful bare cunt was over Heather’s face. Moistening her lips, Heather stared at her friend’s pussy. It’s so pretty, she thought.

Linda felt much the same way. She kissed Heather’s slit, then began to trace the moist opening with her tongue. Firmly grasping Linda’s hips, Heather drew them down so she could lick her friend’s sweet snatch.

Alice moved around on the bed, taking in the hot lesbian action from all angles. First, she watched her sister licking Linda, then she took in the view of Linda going down on Heather.

Reaching her climax first, Linda abruptly rolled away, wrenching her too-sensitive cunt away from her lover’s lips and tongue while she panted for breath. Alice chose to seize the moment, moving in to lick Heather.

Watching a girl of six go down on her own big sister soon had Linda excited all over again, and she remounted Heather, lowering her pussy back down to her friend’s open mouth.

Thrilled to have access to Linda’s juicy slit again, Heather licked eagerly at it until she came herself from the amazing things her little sister was doing to her pussy. Wow, Heather thought, she’s really good at this!

Soon after that, Linda came again on Heather’s face, overwhelmed by the very idea of the wild, dirty things they were involved in.

In the aftermath of their loving, the two ten-year-olds laid side by side, kissing each other and sharing the taste of little Alice’s nectar on their lips. Alice crawled in between the older girls, and they took turns kissing her cute little mouth.

Soon Linda and Heather dozed off, but Alice was still wide awake. Carefully disentangling herself from the older girls, the restless child puttered around the room for a couple of minutes — then she had an idea. It was taking the grownups forever to finish their stupid party, and Alice wanted a piece of that chocolate cake now.

Carefully opening the bedroom door, Alice stepped into the upstairs hallway, still completely nude.

Whispering, “I am now invisible,” Alice walked down the stairs and into the living room, where she saw that all the ladies were in the dining room and kitchen. Most of the grownups had already left, though a few of them seemed to be helping Mom tidy up.

Alice walked up to the dining room table, loving her new power of invisibility. She picked up a dish and put a piece of cake on it — then paused, seeing that there were cookies, too. Unable to resist, she filled the rest of her dish with cookies, then took a fork and a napkin. She turned and began to carefully make her way to the stairs.

The chatting ladies didn’t notice the naked little girl at first. Then a woman saw Alice out of the corner of her eye and nudged one of the others. They were amused by the sight of a naked girl filling her plate with goodies, but didn’t say anything or look directly at her.

But then Linda’s mother Rita saw Alice, and hastened into the kitchen to tell Sue, “You’d better come quick… your little girl is wandering around without a stitch on.”

Alice’s mother was more amused than angry, but still felt she ought to scold her daughter. Leaving the kitchen, she caught up with Alice just as the six-year-old was about to mount the stairs.

“Alice Ann Mitchell! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Sue cried as she grabbed her daughter’s arm with one hand, taking away the dish of treats with the other.

Shoot, Alice thought, realizing where she’d gone wrong. They couldn’t see me, yeah, but they saw the dish floating through the air. Now Mom knows I can turn invisible.

“I — I didn’t want to wait for cake,” Alice mumbled. “So I turned invisible… but I forgot, you can see me holding stuff. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“You were… invisible, you said?” Sue asked, puzzled.

Alice gave a sorrowful nod. “I figured out how.”

Clucking her tongue, Sue hustled Alice up the stairs and to her bedroom. “Now get into your pajamas,” she sternly said. Alice quickly obeyed, then Sue added, “Go stand in the corner.” Her lower lip quivering, the child did as she was told. “You stay right there, and don’t dare move an inch till I come back,” Sue pushed the door closed.

As Sue made her way back toward the stairs, she paused to glance through Heather’s open door, and was shocked to see her oldest daughter and Linda lying together naked and entwined, both sound asleep.

Sniffing the air quickly confirmed Sue’s suspicions — the room reeked of sex. She stared at the girls for a long while, pondering the significance of what she saw, then slowly went back downstairs.

Sue arrived in time to say goodbye to the last of the guests, who had gotten their coats and purses. Soon everyone had left except Linda’s mom Rita.

Taking a deep breath, Sue told Rita, “Alice wasn’t the only one who was naked.”

Rita raised an eyebrow, her cheeks flushing a light pink.

Sue felt an urge to draw it out, but couldn’t hold back, “Heather and Linda are asleep on Heather’s bed. They’re both nude, and it’s pretty clear that they were doing something sexual.”

It was a conversation Sue and Rita had engaged in before, usually when they were alone together. The two mothers had been lovers for two years now. At first, quick, casual sex had been enough for them, but soon the two women found themselves growing closer.

One afternoon, as they lay in bed together, Rita asked Sue about any childhood sexual experiences she might have had.

Sue said, “I was maybe eight or so. Me and another girl my age were playing in my room. I don’t know how it started, but she went in my closet and said, ‘Guess what I have on.’ When she came out, her shoes and socks were off. Well, then it was my turn to go in the closet. It turned into a game between us.

“The thing is, we started getting more and more daring about it, stripping down to our underpants, or even completely naked. I found it very exciting, though I wasn’t sure why. We were both having great fun till my mom came in and caught us. She made us feel very guilty about what we were doing, and we never played the game again.” She sighed, then looked up at her friend. “How about you, Rita?”

“Well,” Rita began, “I remember I was around ten. We were camping out in my backyard. There were two girls my age. We were all in our sleeping bags in the tent. We’d slept with our clothes on. You know how it can be, staying up late and having no parents around, right? So one of my friends decided to run around the backyard bare naked. After she’d done it, she talked us into joining her. I’ll never forget how thrilled it made me, being naked with them.”

Though these things had been nothing more than the innocent play of children, both women were quite turned on by their recollections.

The next time they were snuggling together after sex, Rita said, “This may be too weird. If it is, tell me, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

“Go ahead,” Sue said.

Steeling herself, Rita began. “Even though my Linda is ten, I still like to give her baths. Why not? She enjoys it, and so do I. Well, sometimes lately when I bathe my daughter, I… I find myself getting, um, aroused by the sight of her naked. Maybe it reminds me of some of those things when I was a little girl, maybe I’m turning into a pervert.” She gazed evenly at her friend. “Is that too freaky for you, Sue?”

In answer, Sue guided Rita’s hand to her pussy, murmuring, “No… no, it’s not. Feel how wet I am.”

From that time forward, Sue and Rita often discussed and fantasized about sexual situations involving them and their daughters. They would create scenarios where they made love to the girls, and it always seemed to bring a greater intensity to their orgasms. They’d never acted on these impulses, but often felt tempted to.

Now the mothers gazed at one another in disbelief, grappling with the reality of what Sue had just seen upstairs. “Oh, my God,” Rita whispered. “Our daughters are having sex, Sue. Are they just fooling around, or could they really be lovers?”

“Come take a look,” Sue replied, “then tell me what you think.”

The two mothers went upstairs together, tiptoed down to Heather’s door and took turns peering inside.

“Oh, yes,” Rita said, staring at the nude children, nestled together so peacefully on the bed. “I’m sure you’re right, Sue, they’ve had sex for certain. You know,” she added after a brief pause, I caught my little Sean and Linda together just last week.”

“Caught them?” Sue asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, you know, naked together, touching each other’s genitals,” Rita explained. “Oh, it was more a case of kids’ curiosity than anything. I mean, they definitely weren’t having sex. Not like this.” She nodded toward the dozing ten-year-olds.

“Did you… confront your kids, then?”

“I did,” Rita said, “I told them I wasn’t angry, as long as neither of them felt that they were being pressured into doing these things.”

Carefully easing the bedroom door closed, Sue said, “Now, let’s go check on Alice.”

Sue explained to Rita about her youngest daughter’s very vivid imagination, and how Alice seemed to believe she had the power to vanish completely. “I guess that’s why she was naked.”

“Wait, wait,” Rita said, “Do you think that maybe… she was naked before that?”

Opening her mouth to speak, Sue paused. “You mean, was Alice playing sex games with her sister and Linda?”

“You think it’s possible…?”

Sue pursed her lips, lost in thought. “You know, my girls have been spending a lot more time together lately. And last week, Heather and Linda were letting Alice hang out with them. They’d never done that before!”

Fuck,” Rita breathed, her eyes wide. “Making love to Alice. How old is she?”

“Just six,” Sue answered.

“That’s — that’s so wild!”

Sue slowly nodded. “I believe a little chat with my youngest is in order.” She entered Alice’s room, Rita close behind, and found her daughter still standing in the corner.

Folding her arms, Sue said, “Well, young lady… what do you have to say for yourself?”

Alice turned toward her mother, wearing a glum expression. “I’m so sorry, Mommy,” she whimpered. “I promise not to ever be invisible again. Don’t be mad at me, pretty please?”

“I’m not angry with you, sweetheart,” Sue replied. “But you need to understand that being invisible isn’t a nice thing to do. If you can see others and they can’t see you, it’s like you’re spying on them. Okay?”

“Okay, Mommy,” Alice replied, nodding.

Come here, baby girl,” Sue said, extending her arms as she sat down on her daughter’s bed. Alice sat next to Sue, letting herself be drawn into Mommy’s warm embrace. “There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about. Before you turned invisible and came downstairs, were you playing naked games with your sister and Linda?”

“Uh-huh, I was,” Alice began, then realized what she’d just said. “Oh, no!” she cried out in distress. “I was s’posed to not tell! I did a pinky swear!”

Cradling the agitated girl to her, Sue made soothing noises. “Shhhhh, sweetie. Don’t be upset.”

“B-but… Heather an’ Linda, they’re in trouble now, huh? Bad trouble.”

“No, sweetie,” Sue said, swaying to and fro with Alice in her arms. “They think that what they’re doing is wrong, but it isn’t, and I’m not upset with them… or with you. Believe me, Alice, it’s perfectly fine for girls to love other girls.”

“It is?” the child said, gazing up at her mother.

“Yes, absolutely. In fact…” Sue looked up at Rita and the two women exchanged warm smiles. “…Auntie Rita and I love each other that way.”

“Really?” Alice exclaimed. “With your clothes off and, and everything?”

“That’s right, Alice,” Rita said, seating herself on the bed with the others, little Alice in the middle. “Your mother and I have been lovers for two years. We’ve been naked together many times… and I’ll bet we’ve done all the things that you did with Linda and Heather.”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Sue said. “So it’s okay for you to tell us about what you girls were doing while we had company downstairs. We’d love to hear all about it.”

Alice was still a bit uneasy, but she couldn’t say no, not when Mommy was looking at her with those warm, loving eyes. “Well, first, we took off all our clothes. Then we did kissing, like how grownups do it. Um, and Heather and Linda touched me, down there. Then we kissed each other’s, um, things, and licked them, too. It felt so nice, Mommy! Is it good like that when you and Auntie Rita take your clothes off?”

Sue had to take a long, deep breath before she could speak. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. “Yes, sweetie. It’s very good.”

“Wow,” Alice said, a dreamy smile on the child’s lips as she pictured it, Mommy and Auntie Rita, playing the same naughty games she’d just enjoyed with her big sister and Linda.

Getting an idea, she looked back and forth at the two women, then spoke. “Could I maybe, um, take my jammies off and do those things with you guys?”

There was a long stretch of silence as the child’s words rang through Sue’s head. Did she really just ask for permission to…?

Sue turned to look at Rita — and a surge of warmth flowed through her frame when she recognized the need, the wanting in her partner’s expression. She loves the idea… and damn it, so do I.

Taking her daughter’s hand, Sue patted it. “Tell you what, sweetness. Auntie Rita and I will both make love to you — but first, we have to take your powers of invisibility away. Does that seem fair to you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Alice replied. “But, uh… how do you do that?”

“Leave that to me,” Rita said, reaching out for Alice’s other hand. “I know the magic you need.”

“Let’s take this to my room,” Sue said, rising to her feet. “That bed is big enough for all of us.”

Alice followed the two women to her mother’s bedroom. Her mother shut the door, then said, “Now we need to get bare naked. Not you just yet, Alice. I want to undress you myself.”

The six-year-old watched with increasing interest as Sue and Rita took off their clothes. Alice couldn’t recall ever seeing her mother in the nude before, and was thrilled to finally be getting the chance. She liked seeing their bare breasts, but what really got the little girl excited was the sight of Mommy’s and Auntie Rita’s bare bottoms. Alice found herself longing to touch them. She was puzzled, though, as to why her mother had hair down there, and Linda’s mother didn’t.

Rita and Sue sat together on the bed, their legs spread apart. Alice liked looking at their things. They were bigger than what she or Heather or Linda had. Auntie Rita’s looked like a piece of juicy pink fruit. Why are they so wet? she wondered.

“Now, Alice,” Rita began, “Are you ready to give up your power of invisibility?”

“Yes, I am.” Alice said, “I don’t wanna get in more trouble.”

“Good for you, sweetheart,” Sue said, “Come here.”

Alice approached her mother, who unbuttoned and removed the child’s pajama top, then tugged the bottoms down until they ringed Alice’s feet. That left the little girl’s white cotton panties.

“Can I — would you mind if I took Alice’s panties off?” Rita asked, a quiver in her voice.

“Why, no,” Sue replied, gesturing toward her daughter. “Go right ahead.”

Kneeling before the six-year-old, Rita grasped the waistband with trembling hands, then slid them down very slowly, as if she was uncovering a priceless treasure. As Alice’s baby-smooth slit was revealed to her hungry eyes, Rita whispered, “My God… she’s perfect.”

Alice carefully stepped out of her bedclothes, leaving the child every bit as naked as the grownups. She gave them a bashful smile.

“Very good, Alice,” Rita murmured, then patted the bed. “Get on your hands and knees for me, okay?”

Alice climbed onto the bed and got into the position Auntie Rita wanted. She was facing away from the two women, but could see them reflected in the mirror on her mommy’s closet door.

Now a soft hand was stroking Alice’s bottom. She gave a blissful sigh, very much liking the nice warm feeling of that hand, then shivered as two fingers slipped between her cheeks, tickling her rosebud.

“I’m going to cure you from becoming invisible, I promise,” Alice heard Rita say, “but first, I’ve got to get you ready for it. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.”

A second hand joined the first, and the child felt her buttocks being gently pried apart. What’s she doing? Alice wondered, then gasped as something warm and moist slid through the crease of her anus. She was confused for a moment, but quickly realized that Auntie Rita was licking her bottom hole.

She was shocked at first, then it felt so good that Alice simply relaxed and let it happen. Then Auntie Rita pulled away, but before Alice could protest, the woman placed the tip of her finger against the little girl’s tight pink asshole and slid it inside.

Seated beside the trembling child, Rita carefully penetrated the girl, going a little deeper with each stroke, moving it in and out very slowly until her finger was buried right up to the first finger joint.

“I need to leave this in your bumhole for a few moments,” Rita explained to her lover’s daughter.

“Does it feel all right, sweetie?” Sue asked. “Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, Mommy.” Alice said in a dreamy voice. “Mmmmm… I like the way it feels.”

Moving closer, Sue pushed Alice’s legs a little further apart, enough for her and Rita to take a good long look at her daughter’s cute little girl pussy. Their eyes met, and the two mothers shared a smile, knowing that they both wanted the same thing.

Rita said, “Alice, since you’ve been such a good girl for us, would you like your mommy and me to lick you?”

“Wow! Honest? Yeah, I’d like that lots,” was Alice’s very enthusiastic answer.

Rita began to withdrew her finger from Alice’s anus. “Ohhhh,” the child pouted. “Are you sure it’s been in there long enough?”

“Well, perhaps just another minute or two. To be sure it works.” Rita turned to Sue who was watching her lover slide a finger back into her six-year-old daughter’s rectum, going a little deeper this time. Alice’s butt clenched, then rose up and down slightly as the child tried to relax.

Reaching out, Sue placed her hand on her daughter’s butt, her fingers brushing Rita’s.

Pointing to the right-hand side of the bed, Rita told Sue, “Go stand in front of your daughter and masturbate, show her how to do it. Be sure to tell her what you’re doing.”

“Okay.” Sue said, with her voice gone soft and husky. Padding over to where Rita indicated, Sue posed for her little girl, then reached down to lightly caress her sex. “See what I’m doing, angel? This is how you can make yourself feel wonderful.”

Alice studied Sue’s movements, enthralled. Mommy’s pussy was so close to her face that she could detect its rich, exotic aroma.

She really liked watching Mommy play with herself, and having Auntie Rita’s finger in her bottom felt lovely. Alice moved her hips around, seeing if she could get that finger to go even deeper.

“This is my vagina,” Sue told her little girl, then slipped a finger deep inside herself. “It’s what you and Heather came out of.”

“When we was babies, huh, Mommy?” Alice said, “Now we’re big girls.”

“You’ll always be my babies, but yes… you are getting to be big girls. Taste this, sweetheart,” Sue said as she pulled her gooey finger out of her cunt and offered it to her child.

Alice’s mother was always holding a finger out to her daughters, saying, ‘Taste this.’ Sometimes it was cake batter, or frosting, or something else nice. This was something completely different, however, and the little girl knew it. Opening her mouth, she took Mommy’s finger between her lips.

The first thing she noticed was that it wasn’t sweet, not exactly. In fact, Alice couldn’t quite pin the flavor down, except to say that the taste was stronger than her big sister’s pussy, and she liked it a lot. She sucked and licked the finger clean and, when finished, said, “Can I have more, Mommy?”

“Oh yes, Alice my love,” a thrilled Sue replied, “You can have all you want. But Rita has to take her finger out of your bottom first.”

Alice made a face. “Aw, Mom,” she pouted, “does she gotta? I like it.”

“Well, if she doesn’t, we can’t lick you down there, now can we?”

“I guess not. Okay, you can take it out.” Alice said, and Rita did just that.

Sue continued with her demonstration “This bump here is your clitoris… the clit, for short. The most sensitive part of a woman’s body. It feels amazing when you touch it.”

Getting up on her knees, Alice spread her vulva open with both thumbs and said, “Here’s mine, Mommy.” Touching it with the tip of her finger, she smiled and said, “You’re right, it feels nice.” She paused, studying her mother’s cunt. “I like your clit, Mommy. It’s big. Er… can I see what it feels like?”

“Of course, dear,” Sue said, joining Rita and Alice on the bed.

“Would you like to touch mine too?” asked Rita.

“Sure,” Alice replied. “Here, sit close to Mommy, and I can touch you both!”

Sue and Rita both leaned back against the headboard, their legs spread wide. Seating herself before them, little Alice explored the cunts of the two adults, delighted by how warm and juicy they felt to the touch. The wetness just seemed to invite her fingers into the women’s vaginas.

Rita and Sue watched as the little girl touched them, occasionally sharing passionate tongue kisses and fondling each other’s breasts. It felt lovely, but Alice wasn’t quite experienced enough to make them come with her fingers.

Finally, Rita spoke up. “Um, Alice? Your mommy and I need to do something to one another now, so we can get that extra special feeling.”

“Yes,” Sue agreed. “Watch what we do, Alice… it’s something really nice that you can try with Linda and your sister. Oh, and you can touch yourself while you watch us, if you want.” She laid down on her back, then Rita knelt on top of her, only facing the other way.

Alice immediately knew what they were about to do, having seen Heather and Linda engaged in the same act. They’re gonna lick each other, she told herself, and I get to see it! The thought of it dazzled the child.

Now in the classic sixty-nine position, Rita and Sue began to lick and suck each other’s pussy with an animal hunger. They were soon very close to coming.

When Alice said, “I saw Linda and Heather do that. I wanna try it, too!” Both mothers moaned, then came together in an especially intense orgasm. Finally they lay limp and entwined, their bodies glazed with sweat.

Once the women had emerged from the cozy afterglow of their ecstasy, they turned to Alice and began to caress and kiss her all over, enjoying the delights of a little girl’s body for the first time.

Sue nuzzled her daughter’s neck, whispering, “I adore, you my angel. Can Mommy kiss you, the way that lovers kiss?”

“Yes, Mommy,” the child sighed. “Please kiss me.” Their mouths drifted together, and soon their tongues met as well.

Before Alice knew it she was on her back, kissing Mommy while Auntie Rita licked her, the woman’s hot tongue gliding through the moist opening.

“You saw Linda and Heather doing what me and Rita just did?” Sue asked her daughter in between kisses.

“Yes, Mommy.” Alice answered as she watched Rita’s head between her legs.

A few moments later, Rita raised her face from the six-year-old’s slit. “Sue, come lick your daughter. You’re aching to taste her, I’m sure.”

“Yes, I am,” Sue murmured. Caressing Alice’s face, she added, “I love you, baby girl. Don’t be scared — this is just another way for me to show you how strong that love is.”

“I’m not scared, Mommy,” the child replied — though she was, a little bit. “And I love you, too.”

Alice was spellbound as she watched her mother settle down between her thighs, then a delicious shiver raced through the little girl as Mommy looked up and their eyes met, her mouth no more than an inch away from the girl’s sex.

Alice felt the caress of Sue’s breath, and spread her legs even further apart. Please lick me there, Mommy, she silently begged. I want it so much!

A low moan escaped the girl’s lips as her mother kissed, then licked her cunt. Just the tongue at first, then a warm, tender mouth covered Alice’s slit.

“Do you like how this feels, honeybunch?” came a voice close to the child’s ear. It was Auntie Rita. “Is it good, your mommy making love to you like this?”

“Yes,” Alice breathed.

“What about the things you’ve done with your sister… and my little girl? Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes,” Alice said, her voice soft and dreamy. “I like k-kissing Linda an’ Heather.”

“Kissing them? Their lips, you mean?” Auntie Rita had a hand between her legs, rubbing herself there.

Alice shook her head. “Not just… I love kissing more of them, too. Their titties. And — and their things, I mean p-pussies.”

Suddenly that extra good feeling was upon the six-year-old, and she loudly cried, “Oh, Mommy! Oh, yeah, mmmmmyeah! Oh. OH! Don’t stop, Mommy, d-d-don’t stop!” She clutched her mother’s head, shaking helplessly as waves of pleasure rolled through her thin body, one after the next, until the child was spent. Alice let her hands fall, then lay back panting like she’d run a long, hard race. “Uh, you c-can stop now, Mommy,” she managed to say at last.

Then she was nestled between Mommy and Auntie Rita who, Alice noted in her dazed state, were sharing deep, sexy kisses. She wanted to be kissed herself, but lying there doing nothing felt so nice…

After letting herself be cuddled for a while, Alice asked, “Mommy, can Heather and Linda come play with us? They’d prob’ly like to, I bet.”

Rita and Sue looked at each other, then smiled. “Well, yes,” said Rita, “I don’t see why not. How about it, Sue? Up for some more fun and games?”

“Oh, I’m definitely on board,” Sue agreed, then kissed her little girl’s cheek. “Good idea, sweetie.”

Heather and Linda were still dozing peacefully when they were awakened by a voice saying, “Girls?” Sitting up in a panic and covering their bare bodies as best they could, the ten-year-olds were very surprised to see both their mothers and Alice, all standing bare naked in the doorway.

They were even more surprised to hear Sue say, “Girls, let’s go downstairs for cake and cookies. Don’t bother getting dressed, just come as you are.”

Heather and Linda felt a little odd at first, seeing their mothers bare naked — especially while they, too, were nude. However, they quickly grew to enjoy this new experience, not least because their moms looked so beautiful with all their clothes off.

As the five of them ate sweets and drank juice, Sue and Rita explained to the two ten-year-olds that they knew about their little sex games, that they played them too, and now they could all enjoy them together. Linda and Heather were shocked at first, but quickly realized that liked the idea very much.

“Shall we go back upstairs?” Rita finally said, laying down her fork. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m in the mood for love.”

They made their way back up to Sue’s bedroom. Reaching out for Heather, Rita drew the girl into her arms, kissing her lover’s daughter. And just like that, the afternoon’s festivities were underway.

They made love in every combination. Alice especially enjoyed watching Rita lick Linda’s pussy, almost as much as she liked watching her mother go down on Heather. Alice also discovered that she really enjoyed rimming, and eagerly licked the bottom holes of her four new lovers.

Who needed the power of invisibility, anyhow? Alice was happier than she’d ever been. She could kiss and do sex stuff with her mommy and her sister. Or she could play over at Linda’s and enjoy naked games with a different mother and daughter.

Sometimes they all played together. Sometimes Alice just played with herself. It was all great fun, and they lived happily ever after.

The End

Note from Purple Les: Thanks to JetBoy for his assistance with this story.

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My Amazing Mum, Part Six

  • Posted on November 24, 2019 at 4:28 pm

By Misty Meadow

Mum’s cleared all the junk from the garage and parked the car in the driveway. She’s covered the concrete floor with an old rug, threadbare but usable, and put an old couch in one corner. She talks about finding a big mirror in a demolition yard somewhere, but that’ll have to wait. It’s Saturday morning. Jackie Jackson, my P.E. teacher, is coming to audition me for the gymnastics team, and we’re getting prepared.

The doorbell rings and Mum, dressed in a sheer slip with no knickers, opens the door. From the top of the stairs I see Jackie step in, wearing her school outfit — tight nylon shorts and a men’s singlet. Only today, she’s gone without a bra, and her nipples show so starkly through the thin material that it’s like seeing her topless. Her camel toe is even bigger than usual.

I start down the stairs, stark naked. “I can’t find my leotard, Mum,” I pout.

“Shit, I forgot to take it out of the laundry. It’s being washed. Sorry, love.”

Jackie looks up at me, her eyes bright. “You’ll just have to work in your knickers,” she says.

“Or naked,” says Mum, who had arranged this little deceit with me beforehand.

“And I forgot my leotard, too,” says Audrey, also naked. She follows me down the stairs. “Wow!” she says, looking at the front of Jackie’s shorts. “Your camel toe… it’s bigger than ever!”

“That’s because I’m not wearing knickers,” she confesses, running her eyes up and down Mum’s bare body, which is perfectly visible through the transparent slip. “Just like you, Jo.” We all laugh.

“I suppose we’re all pretty shameless,” Mum says. “You see, I’ve always taught Misty to be proud of her body, and she seems to have interpreted that to mean she should show it off to everyone.” She smiles. “I’m a bit of an exhibitionist too, truth be told.”

“No shit,” Audrey mutters to herself.

“No one should hide their beauty,” Jackie says, “especially people like us.”

“Us?” I ask.

“Girls who like girls. You like girls, don’t you, Misty?”

“I like Audrey… in fact, I’m in love with her. I like my mum, too and I like you, Jackie.”

She smiles, drinking in the sight of our little naked bodies — our smooth cunts, Audrey’s budding tits and my flat chest. Then she studies Mum’s slender figure.

“Not a pubic hair between the three of you. How delicious. You could be a teenager, Jo.” Hearing that, Mum practically glows with happiness. “Now, where are we going to work? In the garden?”

We take Jackie into the garage, where our teacher looks about. “This will do nicely. We have perfect privacy, so working naked won’t be a problem for girls who always want to show off. That’s fine. Know what? I think I’ll get naked, too.”

Mum’s face lights up, and my tummy churns with excitement. I’m about to see my gym teacher’s cunt. Oh, what joy! Jackie peels off her tank top and pulls her shorts down, tossing them on the couch and stands there, completely starkers, as we stare at her.

“Oh, my God,” Mum murmurs, her eyes big as saucers. Jackie’s mound is perfectly shaved, her cunt lips almost as big as Mum’s, a rosy clit peeping out at us. Audrey and I stand open-mouthed, entranced by her boyish beauty.

“Do you mind if I stay and watch?” Mum asks.

“No, I prefer it if you do. If you leave me alone with these two sex kittens, I might not be able to control myself, and end up doing something naughty to them, so you’d better keep an eye on us.”

“If you did, they might enjoy it,” Mum says, playing our game to perfection. She sprawls on the couch, legs carelessly wide and her cunt in full view, just like I knew she would.

“Okay, Audrey, I want you to start some stretching exercises, and I’ll work with Misty, see what she’s capable of. Show me what you’ve got, Misty.”

I do some moves I learned in ballet class, leaps and pirouettes, then a handspring. I manage a backflip from a standing position, but land badly.

Jackie quickly approaches, her face colored with concern. “Are you alright?”

“My thigh!” I moan. This is completely contrived, of course. I climb shakily to my feet. “I think I’ve pulled something.” I point to my inner upper thigh.

Jackie puts her fingers to the spot. “There?”

“A little higher,” I tell her, and her fingers move to where my leg joins my torso. “Yeah, right there.”

She smiles. Has she seen through this little scheme of mine to get her hand close to my cunt? “I’ll massage it for you,” is all Jackie says.

As her fingers move up and down my groin, her thumb “just happens” to graze my slit. When it slips between my labia, I can’t keep from moaning. I glance over at Mum, who has a wicked smile on her face, a hand down between her legs. I’m definitely enjoying this gym lesson.

For half a minute or so I let Jackie fondle me. I look over at Audrey who’s doing a stretching exercise, standing with her right leg raised almost vertically beside her wobbling body as she holds her calf with one hand, This shows her cunt off beautifully.

“It feels better now, Jackie,” I say, and she reluctantly takes her hand away. “But maybe I should sit down and rest for a minute.” I go to sit beside my mother.

“Perfect,” Mum whispers in my ear. “That was a neat stunt you pulled there.”

“She made my pussy wet,” I whisper back, then point across the room. “Look, Mum!” Jackie’s holding Audrey steady, one hand on her waist and the other right on her cunt.

“Jesus!” Mum whispers. “This is a lesbian’s paradise. I’m getting so fucking turned on.”

Audrey lowers her leg and raises the other, and Jackie touches her the same way. Then Audrey — now holding herself much steadier — does a handstand, holding the pose for a few seconds, then spreads her legs, one forward and one back.

“They should be perfectly horizontal,” Jackie says, running her hand from one ankle to the other, brushing Audrey’s cunt as it passes. “Now switch.”

Audrey scissors her legs closed and opens them in reverse, then Jackie does her hand thing again, pausing to sniff her fingers when she takes them away. Audrey closes her legs, pauses for a beat then goes over into an arch, feet, and hands-on the floor, back bent. Now her feet are about thirty inches apart, and her cunt is the centre of everyone’s attention.

Jackie stands there, gazing at this thrilling pose, my lover’s delicious slit all but served up to her. She turns and looks at us, an expression of painful frustration on her face. “Oh, my God!” she cries. “It’s too much, damn it. I have to have her!”

“Go for it!” Mum urges.

“Yeah!” I chime in. “Do it!”

Jackie kneels between Audrey’s legs, bends down and kisses her right on the cunt.

“Bravo!” Mum cries. “Make her happy, Jackie. She’s been wanting you to do that for a long time.”

Mum and I join them in the middle of the floor, watching raptly as Jo’s expert tongue goes to work. Mum squats down next to Audrey and lovingly caresses her breasts.

My only question is: What should I do? There are three willing lesbian right in front of me, there are no rules and anything goes. Mum’s tits and cunt are available, but Jackie is new territory for me, so I stand behind her, reach down and cup her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, then drop to my knees, put my arms around her and slide one hand between her legs, fingers seeking her pussy. I work a finger in and out of her, then search for Jackie’s clit, strumming it. I can feel her body tremble.

This tableau plays itself out for a while until Audrey winces and says, “Oh, bugger… I’m cramping!”

We step back and let her fall to the floor where she lies on her back, knees raised and spread, her face slightly pained, but flushed and happy.

“Let’s sit on the couch and rest,” Jackie suggests and we all sit down.

“Who’s kidding who?” Mum asks. “Let’s face it, we’re not here for gymnastics… are we, Jackie?”

She grins sheepishly. “I have to confess, my motives aren’t exactly pure. I’ve been lusting after these little hotties for almost a year now — yes, even you, Misty, even though you’re only eleven. I admit it, I’m a fucking pervert and a paedophile.”

“Me, too,” Mum says. “You’re in good company.”

“Can little girls be paedos?” I ask.

“Why not?” Mum answers. “My own mum was; so am I, so you’re in line for succession.” I smile proudly. “I think we should all go up to my bedroom where we’ll be more comfy, and get to know each other a little better.”

“We didn’t make the bed,” I say. “Audrey slept with me last night.”

“You mean we’ll be using sheets where your two perfect little bodies lay naked, all night long?” says Jackie. “Oh, how intimate. It’ll be almost like wearing your clothes.” We rise from the couch and drift toward the hallway

“Mum has a collection of sexy knickers we can model for you,” I tell her as we climb the stairs.

“That’ll be wonderful,” Jackie says, “I love searching through girls’ knicker drawers… but more than that, I want to rummage through your laundry hamper and try on the dirty knickers that you wore yesterday.”

“And mine, too?” Audrey asks.

“Yes, and yours, too,” Jackie replies.

Audrey giggles. “Can you rub yourself when you’re wearing them? I want my knickers to smell like your pussy.”

On the landing, Jackie announces she needs to pee. We all crowd into the bathroom to watch her as she sits on the loo with her legs splayed, leaning back to let us see her lovely cunt.

“My mother used to let me pee on her in the tub,” Mum informs us. “Among her other fetishes, she was a piss drinker.”

“How old were you then?” Jackie asks.

“Misty’s age.”

“I’m something of a pee lover,” Jackie says, “so perhaps another day, we can have some fun with that in the shower. Who’s up for it?”

“ME!’” we all chorus, grinning.

“Don’t wipe yourself,” Mum says, “because, in a few minutes, I’ll be licking you clean.”

In the bedroom, we look at Mum’s wide bed, but there are four of us and it’s going to be a tight squeeze, as she points out.

“Not a problem,” Jackie says. “We can lie one on top of another.”

“Head to tail?” I ask, thrilled by the thought. “Sixty-nining? Awesome!”

‘But who’s gonna sit on whose face?” Mum asks. “Misty, you should sit on Audrey’s or Jo’s, because you can sit on mine any time you like.”

I speak up. “Audrey and I have our whole lives in front of us. So perhaps you should lick her, Mum… and Jackie can lick me!”

Their faces light up. Mum tears her slip off and falls back on the bed, and Jackie lies down beside her. Audrey and I glance at each other, marveling at our good fortune. I watch as she lifts a leg over Mum’s face and lowers her body until lips meet lips, then she leans forward and plants a big sloppy kiss on Mum’s dripping cunt.

I look at Jackie, the cute, boyish teacher who is about to add to my sex education. “Come on, you sexy little minx,” she says, smiling. “As long as I have a face, you’ll have a place to sit.”

Just as I’m lowering my cunt to her mouth, she murmurs, “A little drop of pee would be a nice touch, if you’re able to.” I’m definitely planning to oblige her.

An hour later, we’re all squeezed together on the bed, side by side, exhausted. Our cunts are almost raw from the ravages of hungry tongues, and we’ve all lost count of our orgasms. Everyone has gone down on everyone else, and we’re more or less wiped out.

“You girls have turned me into a child molester,” Jo says. “I fucking love it!”

“And here are two little girls who want to be molested as often as possible,” Mum says. “You can do anything you like to them, as long as they consent.”

I’m glowing with love for her. My mum is amazing!

The End

Ripples, Chapter 19

  • Posted on November 17, 2019 at 3:52 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Poppy felt completely exposed, even though everyone else was naked, too. She and her older sisters had just been caught red-handed being lesbians together, having sex. But rather than get upset, their mother had taken off what little she had on, leaving her wearing nothing but a loving smile. And why are Alice and Katie smiling and not scared that Mummy caught us?

“Come to me, my sweet little angel,” Jessica cooed. Poppy slowly drifted to her mother’s side, still worried about what would happen next. “Don’t fret, I’m not angry with you.” Mum softly said, gently stroking her little girl’s back.

Poppy hung her head, unable to meet Mummy’s gaze. “B-but we were doing… rude stuff.”

Jess shook her head. “No, darling. You and your sisters were making love, just like they’ve made love with me.”

Poppy snapped her head up, eyes wide in surprise, then quickly turned to her sisters for confirmation. Katie was first to speak as she moved a little closer to her younger sibling. “It’s true, Pops. Me and Alice have had sex with Mum twice, and Alice and Mum have done it more times. It’s the best thing, you’ll love it!”

Mum’s warm hand rested on Poppy’s shoulder. “Listen, darling, we’ll explain everything to you later. Right now, though, I want to see what your sisters have taught you about making love. Will you show me?”

Poppy hesitated, again looking to her older sisters, seeking some kind of sign that this was real, that they really, honestly weren’t in trouble. This time it was Poppy’s big sister who came to her rescue. Alice scooted forward to sit next to her baby sister, placing a protective arm around her smaller frame.

“It’s okay, Pops. See, Mum knew what we were gonna do and we arranged for her to catch us. She wanted to let me and Kat start teaching you about girly love. Mum showed me how, then I taught Kat, and we all agreed that it wouldn’t be fair to leave you out. Oh, Poppy, we’re going to have so much fun together! We’re like the Four Musketeers, all for one and one for all. Look, you trust me, don’t you?”

Poppy nodded. Her big sister always protected her, would never let anything bad happen.

“Well, we have loads to teach you, so I think you should show Mum what a good pupil you are. Let’s start off like the Musketeers, but instead of hands joining in the middle, we’ll have a sister kiss.”

Soothed by the older girl’s words, the child relaxed, and all three siblings moved together, kneeling in a triangle. Alice leaned forward to briefly kiss Katie, then turned to Poppy, encouraging her to join them with a smile and a nod.

Now certain that she wasn’t in trouble, spurred on by her big sisters, the seven-year-old took a quick glance at her mother before she moved into the embrace, joining Katie and Alice in a three-way kiss. They swapped a few playful pecks at first, then Alice introduced her tongue into the mix, prompting the others to do the same, their kisses growing increasingly heated.

Alice insinuated her tongue between Katie’s parted lips in a deeper kiss, cradling the nine-year-old’s face in her hands. Poppy watched, enthralled, as Katie met and matched their big sister’s hunger.

As she watched them embrace, what fascinated the little girl most of all was how strong these feelings were, this obvious passion between her older siblings. After getting past her initial nervousness, Poppy had quickly come to love the sex games she’d been taught — but now, seeing Alice and Katie kiss, the child began to get an inkling of what it meant to be a lesbian… and in love with your own sister.

Wanting very much to be part of this, her earlier timidity all but forgotten, Poppy reached out to cup Alice’s breast, feeling its weight, the tip of it swelling against her palm. She remembered watching Katie suck on this same nipple just a few minutes ago, and wondered how it would feel to do something like that. Like when I was a baby, I guess. 

Breaking away from Katie, Alice gave Poppy a loving smile, then bent slightly to kiss the younger girl, slipping her tongue into the child’s mouth. A shiver of delight rippled through the teen’s frame when Poppy returned the kiss, meeting Alice’s tongue with hers.

As their kiss grew more ardent, Alice drew Poppy to her, hands roaming over her back — then lower. Poppy, an attentive pupil, mimicked the older girl’s movements, reaching round to cup her sister’s bare bum.

Thrilled to have her seven-year-old sister take an active role in their lovemaking, Alice brought one hand forward, sliding her palm over Poppy’s flat chest, briefly tweaking a nipple before allowing that wicked hand to slide down between their warm bodies, slick with sweat from their earlier exertions.

Poppy gasped into Alice’s mouth as about an inch of big sister’s finger probed into the tiny crease of her vagina. Dazed with pleasure, but still eager to play, Poppy copied the action, causing Alice to gasp herself as the inexperienced, fumbling fingers of the seven-year-old made contact with her clitoris.

After a few seconds of mutual masturbation, Alice gently pulled away, telling her baby sister, “I think Mum wants to have fun with you now, Pops.”

Startled, having briefly forgotten that her mother was there and watching, Poppy turned to be greeted by the sight of Jessica leaning back against the headboard, a hand between her spread legs. She was caressing herself, trailing a middle finger up and down through her slit. Katie was kneeling just behind Mum and nuzzling her neck, reaching round to cup her breasts with both hands, occasionally rolling the taut nipples between finger and thumb.

Jess was breathing heavily, even more thrilled than she’d expected by the sight of her beautiful angels sharing kisses and caresses, not to mention the lovely attention that her breasts were receiving from Katie.

When the girls broke apart and Poppy turned her way, Jess stopped touching herself and spread her arms wide, an open invitation to the seven-year-old. “My precious little girl,” she whispered, “come to Mummy, let me love you.”

At this, Katie gently withdrew, moving away to sit beside Alice. The two sisters held hands, eyes glued to their nude mother and baby sister.

Poppy scooted over to her mother, hesitating as she knelt before her. While excited, she was also unsure of what to do with a grown-up woman after sampling the more immature bodies of her sisters.

Sensing this uncertainty, Jess bent forward to cup her hand under Poppy’s chin, slowly edging forward to touch the child’s lips with the gossamer delicacy of a butterfly wing. At the contact, Poppy’s eyes slowly drifted shut, the little girl’s breath deepening, her heart quickening.

Jess pulled away a few millimetres, gazing adoringly at her daughter. Poppy slowly opened her eyes, wondering why Mum had stopped kissing her.

Jessica smiled, the deep love of a mother for her child washing over her. “Shall we make love, my beautiful little pixie?”

Staring in awe at the face of her mother, Poppy nodded, almost too thrilled to speak. Finally, in a tiny voice, she managed to say, “Yes, Mummy. Please.”

Jess moved in to kiss the child again, this time applying more pressure with her lips, though still very gently, as if Poppy was a delicate flower that had been offered to her.

As the little one became more accustomed to being kissed by her mother, she began to respond in kind, pushing her tongue into Jessica’s mouth, playing sweet games with her mummy’s lips.

Now assured that her baby was comfortable with their lovemaking, Jess allowed her hands to slide over Poppy’s shoulders, down her arms and round her back before gently stroking the child’s flat chest, her index finger circling the tiny nipple, conjuring up a sharp intake of breath from her daughter.

Eager to show off the new things she’d learned, Poppy placed both her hands on Mummy’s breasts. Of late, she had felt a very real fascination for these full, shapely titties, which her mother seemed intent on baring at almost every opportunity — now she had the chance to hold them. Unlike the barely palm-size breasts of her big sister Alice, Mum’s were much heavier… and filled her hands in a very satisfying way.

Remembering some of the things she’d learned from Ali and Kat, Poppy took her mum’s larger nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and lightly squeezed them.

Moaning into her daughter’s mouth, Jess briefly broke away to give Poppy a glowing smile of approval. “Very nice, sweetheart. You seem to have learned quite a lot from your sisters.”

Poppy giggled, pleased that Mummy was enjoying what she did, already wanting to try more new things. So as Jess moved in for another kiss, the child quickly dipped down to take one of Mum’s nipples into her mouth, licking at the swollen tip.

“Oh, my goodness!” Jessica gasped. She placed a trembling hand on the back of her seven-year-old’s head, letting the child suckle her for the first time in years.

Poppy pleasured her mother’s left breast for a while, switched her attention to the right while continuing to fondle the other, then switched again. Mummy was making all kinds of happy sounds, and her hands moved over the little girl’s bare body, touching everywhere she could reach.

Wow, I’m really making her feel extra-special good! Poppy gleefully told herself. Wonder what else I can do that Mummy will like? She thought about some of the other sexy things that Ali and Kat had shown her, then smiled around her mum’s lust-swollen nipple, ready to make her next move.

Jessica was dazed, lost in a warm, comforting dream-state when she suddenly felt fingers moving between her thighs. Taken aback, her eyes popped open and she looked down to see that yes, Poppy really was touching her pussy.

The sight caused Jess to squeak in surprise, and a startled Poppy quickly withdrew her hand. Jessica gazed down at her little girl who was looking up at her as though seeking assurance, wanting to know that she was doing the right thing and hadn’t somehow hurt her mummy.

Cupping Poppy’s elfin face in both hands, Jess bent to tenderly kiss her daughter’s mouth, then whispered, “Don’t worry, my little lover… it felt good, it’s what I like.” Leaning back, she opened her legs, already anticipating the pleasures of making love to her youngest child. After days of struggling with this lustful craving for Poppy, it now seemed as if she’d known all along that she would succumb to it.

“So… it’s, um, okay if I touch you some more, right?” a bashful Poppy said, biting her lower lip in a most fetching way.

“I can’t think of anything I’d like better,” Jess replied. “Come on, then, angel — play with Mummy’s cunt.”

Drawing closer, the child reached out, her fingers almost touching her mum’s sex… then she paused. “Is that what you call it? Your cunt? Um… that’s a rude word, huh?”

“It’s a grownup word, sweetheart. You can use it here at home, especially when we make love — but don’t say it at school, or around your friends’ parents.”

“Okay, Mummy.” With that, Poppy stretched out between Jessica’s thighs to get closer to her mother’s special place. At first, she just studied it, noting the close-trimmed, neatly shaped auburn curls, then the outer lips of Mummy’s cunt, so different from what she and her big sisters had. Her own sex was like a smooth little apricot, as was Katie’s, but Alice’s naughty bits resembled a peach, only more open, with burgeoning fleshy lips just visible around the opening.

Now that she had her first close-up view of Mum’s ‘down-below’, Poppy saw that it was much fleshier, with prominent lips framing the glistening slit. Also, unlike the three sisters’ parts, she got a glimpse inside her mother’s cunt, which revealed a hint of the pink interior. Then at the top, Poppy recognized the clitoris, that button that brought such amazing feelings when touched or licked, protruding from its hood.

She gingerly reached out, pausing to look up for her mum’s approval, which she received in a nod and a warm smile — then the little girl went to work.

At first, Poppy gently brushed the outer flesh, then slowly ran a finger down the moist slit without touching the very top part. Along the way, it slipped between the slick lips, penetrating just a little into the vagina and causing a sharp intake of breath from her mum.

Fascinated by the sight of her mother’s most private place and the rich scent it was giving off, Poppy withdrew her finger and brought it to her nose to breathe in the intoxicating aroma. Keen to sample further, she brought the glistening digit to her lips to taste. The thick fluid had a much stronger flavour than that of her sisters, and made her head swim a little.

Up until this point, Jess had patiently watched her daughter, dying for the little one to attack her cunt — and eventually, to taste Poppy’s virgin honey pot herself — but she somehow managed to restrain herself, letting the child find her own pace. Now Jessica had reached the point where she could no longer hold back, but was still conscious that urging her baby too strongly might frighten her.

Choosing to take a more direct but still gentle way, Jess lightly touched Poppy’s cheek. “Shall I make it easier for you, sweetheart?”

Poppy wasn’t quite sure what her mum meant by that, but it became crystal clear when Jess moved back and lay down against the mound of pillows piled at the head of the bed, opening her legs wide to display her vagina in all its glory.

Eager to try the sexy things she’d just learned from her older sisters — and thirsting for more of that luscious nectar — Poppy laid down on her tummy to take in the full view of Mummy’s cunt, a view that got even better when Jessica placed her thumbs on either side of the juicy opening and pulled the lips wide apart. The child reached out to touch her mum’s clit, which almost seemed to be pulsating.

As Poppy’s finger made contact, Jessica drew in her breath and held it with her mouth slack, anticipating the forbidden delights she’d secretly longed for, ever since her first repressed thought about the possibility of making love with her two youngest daughters. It had begun after that first giddy night in bed with Alice, and now the circle was complete, her objective realized.

They’re all my lovers now, Jess marvelled, still astonished by this perverse, beautiful pathway she had chosen for herself. All my girls.

When Poppy started circling her mother’s clit with the tip of a finger, Jess could only whimper like a lost puppy. After a minute or two more of this manipulation, she was breathing in jagged gasps, making little jerking movements as her body stiffened and released with each sweet surge of pleasure.

Growing bolder still, Poppy slipped her index finger into Mummy’s warm, wet hole. Quickly realising that there was room in the sopping tunnel for more, the child added a second finger, then a third to the steady movements of her pumping wrist.

Three fingers made her thrusts awkward, though, so Poppy resolved that little difficulty by bringing her pinky into play, adding that finger to the others. This allowed the seven-year-old to penetrate her mum even deeper, with only the thumb preventing her whole hand from entering the fleshy canal.

Then Poppy got an idea. While her four fingers were plunging in and out of Mummy’s cunt, she was able to press her thumb to the clitoris, allowing her to make love to her mother both ways at once. The child grinned as she worked, pleased with her own ingenuity.

By then, Jess was losing any sense of control — eyes rolling, her breath hissing through clenched teeth, snatching at the bedclothes with white-knuckled hands. At the foot of the bed, Alice and Katie were nestled together watching the show, each rubbing the other’s clit. Alice wore a look of immense satisfaction, the face of someone whose plan had succeeded. Katie drank in the sex scene playing out before her, the girl’s eyes wandering from Mum’s breasts to Poppy’s thrusting hand to Jessica’s ecstatic expression to her sister’s pert little bum.

Unfortunately, Poppy’s arm was beginning to tire. She really wanted to keep fucking her mum, but the ache in her shoulder was growing too strong to ignore. Then it struck her: I haven’t licked Mummy yet! Those thick, warm fluids were flowing freely from Jessica’s vagina, coating Poppy’s hand and soaking into the bed quilt beneath her mother’s arse. Now, the seven-year-old wanted to smear Mum’s honey on her lips, have it drip from her chin, let it trickle down her throat.

Unnoticed by Jess, who had her eyes closed and head tilted back, Poppy edged forward until her mouth was about an inch from Mum’s cunt. Withdrawing her hand from the dripping vagina, the child quickly replaced it with her mouth, pressing a kiss into the hot, dripping flesh.

Startled and shocked, Jessica gave a cry of ecstasy, clumsily pushing herself up for a glimpse at the unexpected sight of Poppy’s unruly mass of red hair between her legs, staring down at the little girl as she feasted on Mummy’s cunt.

She was feasting, too — there was no other way to describe it. Unlike the loving, affectionate technique of Alice, or the keen and varied style of Katie, Poppy’s less experienced oral attack was wild and hungry, like a baby denied her bottle. The child’s head bobbed up and down as her tongue bathed the sodden flesh over and over — then she centered her attention on Jessica’s clitoris, eagerly sucking at the pink pearl.

Jess placed a shaking hand on Poppy’s head, urging the little girl on. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it, mmm yes, please k-keep licking me!” A jolt of ecstasy ripped through her shuddering frame, and she couldn’t keep herself from screaming, “Oh sweet Jesus CHRIST!”

Jessica’s crazed ranting only spurred her child on. It’s happening! Poppy told herself. I’m giving Mummy that extra-good feeling! She worked even harder, plunging her fingers deeper still into the hot, juicy cauldron that was her mother’s cunt.

Somehow, Poppy’s thumb slipped in alongside the rest of her fingers, and the seven-year-old’s entire hand penetrated Jessica’s vagina with one driving thrust. Poppy was startled for an instant, but quickly sensed that her mum was okay with it. So she pushed and twisted her hand around, amazed by how hot Mummy was inside.

That movement was enough to take Jess over the top — and she gave herself up to it. She’d enjoyed some incredible orgasms of late, especially since realising her desire for women and girls, but this orgasm was something else again. It certainly surprised her two older daughters, who sat there, wide-eyed and mouths gaping, as they watched her shaking body, heard her choked cries.

Jess finally squeezed her little girl’s shoulder, causing Poppy to pause just long enough for her to gasp, “Th-that’s enough, sweetie… you, you c-can stop now.”

The child obediently raised her head, but Poppy’s hand was still buried up to the wrist in her mother’s cunt. She gave it an experimental tug — and Jessica’s eyes instantly widened as she exclaimed, “Oh! Oh, Poppy, you can t-take your hand out now… but, but! Do it as slow and easy as you can, okay? Mummy’s very sensitive d-down there.”

Her brow furrowed, the seven-year-old carefully pulled back, the hand gradually emerging, finally leaving her mum’s vagina with a moist, slurping sound.

Exhausted, Jess let her head fall back into the sweat-stained pillow.

Katie and Alice turned to look at each other. “Wow, that was intense,” Alice whispered to her sister, who could only nod in agreement.

Licking her lips, Poppy peered down at her mum, then spoke. “Um, was I… did I do good, Mummy?”

Jess smiled lovingly at the cherub sitting beside her. “Oh, my darling little lover, that was wonderful. You are wonderful. In fact, all three of you are wonderful.” She gave a blissful sigh. “What did I do to deserve such sexy little angels for my daughters?” She held out her arms. “Come here, sweetie. Lie with me.”

Poppy crawled between Jessica’s thighs to nestle in her mother’s arms. Jess placed both hands on the girl’s pussy-smeared cheeks and kissed her, deeply but gently.

Alice and Katie moved to lie on either side of their mum. Jessica turned to give a warm kiss to each. “I have to say this, girls… you did an amazing job teaching your sister.”

Alice piped up. “Well, she is a fast learner, and soooo enthusiastic.”

Beaming with pride, Poppy leaned over to kiss her sisters in turn. “Thanks for teaching me, guys. That was the most fun lesson I ever had.”

Jess felt an overwhelming surge of love wash through her as she smiled at her girls. “Well, there is one more part of the lesson that we mustn’t forget.”

Still cradling Poppy, she levered herself into a sitting position, then caressed her youngest daughter’s cheek. “I want a taste of my little girl’s pussy. Will you let me lick you?”

Poppy’s eyes positively sparkled as she gazed lovingly at her mother. “Yes, Mummy… I’ll do anything you want. I love you so much.”

“And I love you, my good angel,” said Jess, moving to place a brief but tender kiss on her seven-year-old’s mouth. “Now lie down on your back, sweetheart, with your legs over mine. Hold on, put this under you,” she said, reaching behind to grab one of the many pillows stacked behind her and handing it to the little girl.

Poppy didn’t fully understand what her mum wanted her to do, but she obediently placed the pillow down and laid on it with her legs open on top of Jessica’s thighs, looking up at her mum.

Taking a steadying breath to calm her racing heart, Jess placed both hands under Poppy’s bum, then raised the girl’s hips, bringing the object of her desire ever closer to her waiting mouth. By then, all three sisters knew what their mum intended to do.

Taking hold of Poppy’s legs, Jess hooked them over her shoulders, so the child’s feet rested on the padded headboard. By dipping her head slightly, Jessica now had full oral access to the soft, smooth pussy of her youngest daughter.

She looked down into Poppy’s expectant eyes, vowing to always remember this moment as she extended her tongue to flick lightly at the cleft of her seven-year-old’s slit. Cradling the little girl’s bottom in both hands, she bent closer to take a long, slow lick, bathing the entirety of Poppy’s vulva before starting again at the perineum, deliberately avoiding contact with the child’s rosebud for the moment.

“Mummy… oh, Mummy,” Poppy whispered, the girl’s face a portrait filled with excitement and wonder.

As Jess took another lick, she applied a little more pressure, using her tongue to open the barely-there petals of her daughter’s cunt. She repeated this move a few more times, always making sure not to touch the tiny clit. Soon the little girl’s pudenda began to part, revealing the rosy flesh inside.

The sight made Jessica’s mouth water. She looked down once again at Poppy, maintaining eye contact so as to see the child’s reaction as she pushed her stiffened tongue deep into the sweet, hot orifice. Then she licked a path all the way up to her baby’s almost hidden clitoris, flicking it a few times before clamping her lips on the nub and sucking, teasing it with a few more swipes of the tongue.

All thoughts of restraint were gone. Raw lust and an insatiable hunger for cunt had swallowed Jess whole. She nursed on the tasty morsel of Poppy’s clit, all the while watching as the child below, now all but dangling from her mother’s shoulders, began to shiver as those incredible new feelings buzzed through her, growing more intense with each beat of the heart.

Soon Jess had to clutch Poppy’s bottom more firmly, lest the girl accidentally jerk herself loose and break this miraculous connection between mother and daughter.

Equally determined not to lose contact with Mummy’s mouth, Poppy pushed her hips up toward Jessica’s face, using her arms and elbows for leverage.

Suddenly Alice was at her side, giving the little girl an encouraging smile. “Tell Mum what you want her to do, Pops.” Seeing the confusion on her baby sister’s face, the twelve-year-old bent down to whisper to Poppy, who stared back at her, not sure she’d heard right. Alice nodded, then sat back to watch.

The young girl looked up at her mother and said, through trembling lips, “Lick me, Mummy… lick my cunt.”

This profane plea from her youngest child caused Jess to momentarily lose her rhythm, then quickly spurred her to redouble her efforts, attacking the girl’s slit with quick, flashing licks. Her cunt tasted divine, flavored with a sharp tartness that put Jessica in mind of a fresh grapefruit.

Poppy couldn’t seem to keep still, moving around so much that Jess was having trouble keeping hold of her. Katie noticed, and moved closer to join them, She’d been watching Mum pleasure her little sister, and was no longer content to remain a witness to the lewd proceedings.

“Hey, little sister,” Katie said, gazing down at the panting seven-year-old. “You wanna lick me, while Mum does it to you?” Unable to speak, Poppy managed a shaky nod.

Wearing nothing but a grin, Katie carefully straddled either side of Poppy’s head, facing her mother, then slowly crouched down on her haunches until her pussy brushed her sister’s mouth. She gasped as she felt Poppy’s tongue enter her and rocked back and forth, careful not to suffocate her sibling. It felt lovely, but Katie found it difficult to maintain her balance.

Noting her younger sister’s predicament, Alice moved to grab Katie’s wrist, bringing it to her shoulder to help the girl steady herself, then leaned in to kiss her. Their tongues mingled deliciously for a moment, then Alice was seized by a wicked inspiration.

Breaking their kiss, Alice rose to her feet, facing Katie, and offered her own cunt to the younger girl, placing a hand on each side of Katie’s head for support.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Katie grasped Alice’s hips, pressing her mouth into big sister’s sparse pubes — lavishing the juicy crease with deep, lustful licks, gulping down the thick pussy honey as it oozed down Alice’s thighs. Some dripped down to land on Poppy’s upturned face as she looked up into the vagina of her big sister, a sight that made her heart miss a beat.

Even as she went down on her youngest, Jess watched her daughters, each seeking to satisfy their lust, each eager to share pleasure. Her mind was overloaded with sensory input: the visual spectacle of an entire family engaged in a lesbian orgy; the tantalising aroma of pussy that perfumed the room; the heat generated by four nude bodies in such close proximity; the sweet melody of moans, purrs and sighs, accompanied by the liquid sound of mouths exploring cunts; the rich, strong taste of aroused little girl that coated her tongue. It was an onslaught to Jessica’s senses that had her soul glowing like a new sun.

Though her power of speech had been put aside by the oral love she was lavishing on her youngest child, Jessica’s inner voice came through loud and clear. Oh my god, this is so fucking hot. If Rachel could see this now, she’d have a heart attack. My darling little girls… they’re fucking sex goddesses!

She fluttered her tongue over Poppy’s clit, then pushed it as far as she could into the little girl’s opening, seeking to extract as much of the warm nectar as possible. Like a bee, she told herself, then smiled.

Jess could tell that her daughter was very close to reaching orgasm. I’m not ready for her to come, though. There’s one part of my baby girl’s body that I’ve yet to explore, one more place for my tongue to go. 

Tilting Poppy’s hips slightly, Jessica trailed her tongue through the crack of her child’s bum, pleased to hear the seven-year-old’s surprised squeak. She licked again, deeper this time, placed a hot open-mouthed kiss right on Poppy’s rosebud, then switched back to bathing the little bum hole with steady strokes of the tongue.

As she rimmed her daughter, pressing harder as if to force her tongue into her child’s rectum, Jess placed a finger on Poppy’s tiny clitoris, lightly teasing the tip of it.

This was too much for the little one, her slender frame going bone-rigid as she came. Poppy let out a shriek that was muffled by the sex of her sister Katie, who responded by sucking Alice’s cunt with an even greater fervor.

The seven-year-old began to shake helplessly, so much so that Jess finally let up, sensing that Poppy had reached the limit of how much sexual pleasure she could enjoy. Raising her face from the child’s creamy hole, breathing deeply and hot with animal lust, Jessica stared wide-eyed at her daughter, shocked by the raw hunger she still felt for her little girl.

As she began to regain her composure, she saw both Kat and Ali turning to one another. Alice helped Katie dismount Poppy’s face, then laid the younger sibling down on her back and climbed on top of her, the two girls head to toe in the sixty-nine position. They began to pleasure each other with mouths and tongues, frantically licking and sucking at their juicy slits.

Pausing to moisten her index finger, Alice carefully slipped it into Katie’s arse. Then after a few strokes, she replaced the probing digit with her tongue, eagerly rimming her younger sister’s anus. Soon, both girls were moaning loudly, and moments later they were coming yet again.

Alice rolled off of Katie and lay gazing up at the ceiling, gulping for breath. Slowly turning her head, she peered over to where a dazed Poppy now rested, propped up against a fat white pillow where their mum had gently placed her, Wanting to make sure that her baby sister was okay, Alice turned over onto her belly and crawled over to where the little girl lay. Seeing Poppy’s glazed-over eyes gradually beginning to focus on her, the older girl leaned over to place chaste kiss on her mouth, then asked, “How was that, Popstar? You feeling all right?”

Too weary to speak, the child could only nod, but she did somehow summon up the strength to lift her arms, silently inviting Alice to join her in a hug. Katie, too, had recovered enough to join her sisters, and the girls were soon nestled together, exchanging loving glances and warm kisses.

A voice spoke. “Can anyone join in… or is this a private party?”

The three sisters turned to see their mother sitting next to them, still gloriously nude, a smile of deep satisfaction on her face.

Breaking apart, the girls quickly moved to join her. Poppy got back on top of Jessica, while Ali and Kat laid down on each side of their mum, dutiful acolytes to their queen.

The four lovers kissed and touched one another for awhile, their mutual pleasure finally interrupted by Poppy. “This is fun, Mummy. I wanna do it again real soon. But, um, can we order pizza first? I’m hungry.”

A moment’s silence, then the others burst into laughter, Poppy joining in.

***

Later that evening after pizza, which had been wolfed down by the family in mere minutes, Jess sat down with the girls and explained to Poppy what had been going on from the very beginning, with Alice and Katie chiming in to explain their own contributions to the general hanky panky. Then Jessica told her youngest about their plan for Rachel and her daughters to come over on Friday for the evening, as well as the pleasures she hoped they would all enjoy together.

“The thing is,” Jess continued, “Auntie Rachel has already been doing sexual things with Bella… and she’s going to do the same with her little girl Cindy, teach her all about love between daughters and their mums. In fact, she probably already has done, if I know her.”

Poppy was very interested to hear that. “So… I can maybe do this stuff with Cindy? ‘Cos I really like her.”

Katie pretended to scowl. “Hey!” she said, “Cindy’s my chum. Shouldn’t I get to make love to her first?” But before Poppy could apologise, Katie hugged her baby sister. “I’m just having you on, silly. Tell you what — you and me can share her!”

“Okay, okay,” Jess interjected. “This isn’t about claiming territory, you lot. Anyhow, there’s a reason that I’m telling you this. I don’t want to let Rachel and the girls know about Poppy, that she’s become a part of this… instead, I think we should keep it a surprise.” She paused, a wry smile on her lips as she glanced around at her three daughters. “Now. Here’s my plan for Friday night…”

Jessica quickly outlined her scheme, to which all three girls whooped and clapped in assent.

She continued. “Now, when Rachel and the girls are here, we’ll almost certainly be getting naked and making love… but somewhere in there, we need to have a serious discussion about our relationship, talk about how it will work. We’ll have to have some ground rules, especially about being careful not to say anything to anyone outside the family.  Oh, and no orgies on a school night!”

Alice wore a mischievous grin. “Well, we do break up for summer holidays soon.”

Trust you to be the smart aleck, thought Jess, shaking her head but also smiling, content in the knowledge that the dynamics of their family had irrevocably changed… and for the better.

Off to Chapter 20!

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My Amazing Mum, Part Five

  • Posted on November 7, 2019 at 3:30 pm

By Misty Meadow

The last period of the school day ends, and I run over to the gym and wait in the corridor as the girls trickle out of the changing room, chattering away or staring at their phones. As the last girl exits, I peep round the edge of the door.

Miss Jackson is there, in her customary white singlet and tight shorts, seated on a bench with Audrey standing in front of her, looking at our gym teacher’s notorious camel toe and not even bothering to hide it. I stay where I am, waiting for things to progress before I make my presence known.

Miss Jackson’s attention is riveted on my friend with that hungry look that I’ve come to know so well. As for Audrey, she briefly glances my way, then looks back at the teacher before sliding the shoulder straps of her leotard off and slowly pulling it down to her waist, an innocent smile on her face. Her tiny boobs seem to glow. Audrey pauses to flick her hair from her face with a toss of the head, then slowly, drags the leotard down over her hips — exposing her belly button, then her mound. Miss Jackson’s eyes are like saucers.

The leotard falls to her ankles, leaving, Audrey’s cunt is in full view and. She steps out, reaches down to pick up the garment, and turns to hang it on one of the clothes hooks. She fumbles it — deliberately, I suspect — and it falls to the floor. With her legs straight, she casually bends to pick it up, giving Miss Jackson a stunning view of her tight little bum, then sweet little rosebud and her developing lips.

Audrey straightens and turns back to face the teacher, then sits down on the opposite bench, her thighs carelessly parted. She looks about, trying to locate her backpack, finds it under the bench and reaches inside to extract her ankle socks. Lifting one leg at a time to put them on, she’s offering Miss Jackson a full-on view of her treasure.

Miss Jackson is speechless, clearly entranced by the blatant exhibition offered to her. To anyone, this would be seen as a provocative act of the lewdest kind, a girl deliberately flaunting her private parts to an adult, but what can Miss Jackson do? Call her on it? Report her? To whom? If she isn’t sexually aroused by Audrey’s audacity, she would have already put a stop to the performance, but she hasn’t said a word. That tells me all that I need to know. We can go full steam ahead with the seduction of our gym teacher.

I decided that it’s time for my entrance. I’ve prepared by leaving my vest and tights off, leaving just knickers on under my school dress, which has its top and bottom buttons undone. I push the door wider, step in and close it behind me. Miss Jackson is irritated by my interruption, and who could blame her?

I approach them, a broad smile on my face. “Hi, Audrey. Excuse me, Miss Jackson, could I have a word?”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” she mutters, trying and failing to hide her annoyance.

“Misty wants to join the gymnastic team,” Audrey says. “I think she’d be great.” She makes no attempt to continue dressing. “She has the perfect figure for it, too. Show her, Misty.”

I quickly unfasten the few remaining buttons on the front of my dress and let it fall from my shoulders, standing there in front of Miss Jackson in my white cotton knickers, socks and sandals. She eyes me up and down, her anger disappeared.

“You’re too young,” she says in a softer tone. “You’re still in the first form.”

“All the gymnasts I see on TV started at an early age,” I counter. I name the current Olympic champion. “She started training when she was eight, and I’m eleven. I’ll work hard, I promise. Watch this!”

I crouch and take my socks and sandals off, then walk to the end of the room, turn and run, doing a complete somersault in the space between the benches. I come back upright and walk back to Miss Jackson, tugging the front of my knickers up as high as they’ll go. My puffy mound creates a camel toe that’s even more impressive than the teacher’s.

Audrey giggles. “Look at the front of her knickers, Miss Jackson. You can see everything. She might as well be naked!” I’m amazed at Audrey’s boldness; she must be absolutely certain about Miss Jackson’s interest in young girls.

I pick up on her theme. “Audrey’s seen me naked; she slept over at my house last night, and slept in my mum’s big bed, and showered together this morning.” I reach out to take my lover’s hand. “Isn’t she beautiful? We’re best friends.”

“More than friends,” Audrey says. Oh. Lord, has she gone too far?

It certainly arouses Martha’s interest. “How do you mean, more than friends?”

“You know,” Audrey hints, then comes right out with it. “We’re in love.” There, she’s said it.

Miss Jackson’s face is a picture of wonder and disbelief. “You’re too young to be in love, especially you, Misty.”

“My mum doesn’t think so. We told her and she says she’s very happy for us.”

“Your mother knows?” She’s incredulous.

“She was watching when me and Misty had our first kiss,” Audrey says. Yes, I think, and all the other stuff too, but that needs to remain a secret for now.

Miss Jackson strokes her chin as she thinks for a moment, then asks, “Is your mother the young one who looks like a ballerina?”

“Uh-huh, that’s her. You met at the last parents’ day,” I reply with a nod. “She was wearing a bright pink, very short dress.”

Miss Jackson’s face softens. “Yes, I remember thinking how lovely she looked. So she’s… okay with this relationship of yours?”

“Oh, yes. She encourages it. Mum told me that she had love affairs with other girls when she was very young — younger than Audrey, even.”

The teacher’s face lights up, then she looks over to Audrey, sitting on the bench, her legs spread wide, who takes her bra from its hook and puts it on, stands and turns her back for me to fasten it, then finds her knickers and sits back down. Once again, Miss Jackson is treated to a vision of pure exhibitionism as Audrey puts her feet into the leg holes and slowly pulls her panties up, then leaves them provocatively at mid-thigh.

“I seem to remember you once forgetting to put your knickers on,” Miss Jackson said, a thoughtful look on her face. “That wasn’t deliberate, was it?”

“Not telling,” says Audrey, a twinkle in her eyes which, in fact, tells everything. She stands and pulls her knickers the rest of the way up.

“I’d better get dressed,” the teacher says. “Come into my office and we’ll talk about the gym team.”

We follow into Miss Jackson’s office, which opens directly on to the changing room. She closes the door behind us and clicks the lock. There’s a desk, a chair and a massage table, which Audrey and I sit on, clutching our clothes and backpacks.

Propping her bum on the edge of the desk, Miss Jackson peels off her singlet. Her tits are slightly bigger than Mum’s, but not large enough to need much support. Her nipples protrude like little pencil erasers, and we boldly gaze at them. Then comes the exciting moment when she drags her shorts down. I’ve always wondered what she wore underneath, and they turn out to be a pair of white cotton bikini briefs. She kicks her shorts off and looks at us.

“Oh, Miss Jackson,” Audrey says breathlessly, “you’re so beautiful.”

I nod in agreement. Miss Jackson has the grace to blush, which makes her look even sexier. My heart is racing in anticipation of when she takes off those knickers — but alas, she leaves them on.

Turning to me, she beckons me to her. “Stand up, Misty. I want to examine your body; see if you’re suitable for the team.”

As I stand before her, Miss Jackson she runs her hands over my shoulders, down my arms, then down the sides of my ribs, her thumbs brushing my nipples, then over my hips and bum cheeks. I’m fully aware that this is totally unnecessary, that she’s just seizing this opportunity to touch my body. I’d love to have her examine my cunt, but that will have to wait.

She massages my thighs, squatting down, and kneads my calf muscles. I’m beginning to feel my cunt tingle. “You need to work on these to firm them up, Misty. Gymnastics is hard work.” Her face is inches away from my midriff as she gazes at my camel toe, the crotch of my knickers jammed into my slit. Finally, she has to look away and stand up.

“I think you might just fit the bill,” she says. “I’ll need your mum’s permission, though. Can I phone her?”

Audrey and I look at each other. “I don’t have a phone,” I lie.

“Me neither,” Audrey says.

I’ve already let Mum know that she doesn’t need to pick us up from school. “You could drive us over to my house,” I offer, “and talk about it with her. I bet she’d love to see you again.” I’m pushing my luck — but then again, boldness seems to be paying off for us.

After a moment’s hesitation, she nods. “Okay, I can do that. Now get dressed, girls.”

We put our school uniforms on, then watch as Miss Jackson shrugs into a tartan shirt, tying it at the waist without buttoning it, dons a denim mini-skirt that’s short enough to be deemed improper, finally stepping into leather sandals. We pick up our backpacks and head out to the car park.

The drive to my place is a fairly quiet one, but there’s a definite sense of excitement in the air. I think that Miss Jackson is starting to suspect that we’re up to something a lot bigger than getting me a place on the gymnastics team.

At home, Mum opens the door dressed in a pair of loose legged silk tap pants and a matching camisole with lace trim, a very classy look.

“Oops!” she says, “I thought the kids would be alone. Excuse my state of dress. Come on in. It’s nice to see you again, Miss Jackson. Sit down and I’ll go put on a robe.”

“Oh, don’t bother on my account, Mrs. Meadow. I think you look lovely.”

“Call me Jo, please.”

Miss Jackson sits on the couch. “Call me Jackie, then.” Nice name for a woman who looks like a boy, I think. “The reason I’m here is to discuss Misty’s wish to join the gym team.”

For a second, Mum looks bewildered, then cottons on to our scheme and smiles. “Yes, she’s been wanting to for ages. She’s not too young, is she?”

Miss Jackson shrugs. “Almost, but she can make up for it with hard work.”

“Watch this, Mum!” I say and do a cartwheel in the limited space available. Naturally, my dress falls to expose my knickers, which is the whole idea.

The move doesn’t quite come off, and I make a face. “Oooh, my dress is in the way,” I say, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. Then I execute another cartwheel, this time perfectly, and sit in the armchair opposite the couch.

Audrey sits on my thighs, leaning back against my chest, her legs hanging on either side of me. Her dress has ridden up and I put my arms around her waist, my hands dangerously close to the forbidden area.

Mum asks, “Would this gym thing involve her spending any extra time at school?”

“Only on special events, otherwise no. She’ll have to do some exercises at home. I can always come over and supervise, if that’s okay with you.” I can barely contain my excitement. Oh, this is working out perfectly.

“You’ll be more than welcome, any time you like.”

“Thank you, Jo.”

“Girls, I think you should go upstairs,” Mum says. Does she want to be alone with Jackie? “Get started on your homework.” We run up, but then seat ourselves on the top stair where we can’t be seen but can hear every word.

“I’m a bit concerned about Misty’s relationship with Audrey,” Jackie says.

“Oh, they’re very close.”

“Too close, perhaps. They claim to be in love with each other.”

“I know. Isn’t that precious?”

“But they’re so young!”

“I first fell in love when I was even younger than Misty. They called it a crush, but to me it was everlasting love — at least it was until I grew out of it. How old were you when you had your first crush?”

“I can’t remember, but yes, I suppose it was before puberty.”

“There you are, then. I remember playing all sorts of forbidden games at that age. I’d invite friends to sleep over and we’d play around together — you know, kissing, touching and, well, other things. My mum knew what was going on and even approved of it. I won’t tell you the details, because most of what we did was illegal, but you can probably guess.” Mum paused, then added, “You must have a wonderful job, being with all those cute young girls, prancing about in their gym outfits.”

“I do love my work,” Jackie says, as yet unwilling to divulge her attraction to youngsters.

“It would drive me crazy,” Mum says. “Even having these two nymphets running about the house can be, how should I say it, a little exciting. Usually they aren’t wearing much more than knickers, and sometimes they like to go completely starkers.”

“I must say, that doesn’t surprise me a bit,” Jackie says. They both seem to have a knack for showing off their naughty bits, especially young Audrey. Today after gym in the changing room, she put on a display that rather pushed the envelope, so to speak.”

“Don’t I know it! My Misty’s even worse. She loves for me to take pictures of her while she’s naked.”

“She does? My goodness.” A long pause. “Um… might I see some of them?”

We can’t see what’s happening during the ensuing short silence, but I imagine Mum showing off her carefully selected pictures, taken over the course of the last year or so, all stored on her laptop. Most of them would be tasteful shots of me nude in the garden, or in the bathtub, other holiday snaps, nothing too lascivious but, knowing Mum, subtly erotic.

We hear Jackie making appreciative noises. “Oh, she’s adorable!” she gushes, and I smile to myself. “She takes after you. I must say, Jo, you seem too young to have an eleven-year-old daughter.”

Mum explains about my origins, then adds, “That’s the only time I’ve ever been touched by a man.”

“So, forgive me if I’m wrong, but are you gay?”

“Absolutely!” Mum laughs. “As gay as they come. And you?”

There’s a pause as Jackie ponders how to answer. “Yes… yes, I am. If the school board suspected, I might have problems, but so far, I’ve not been troubled by the authorities. I think most of the girls suspect I’m gay, but I could never lay a finger on any of them. The consequences would be disastrous.”

Oh, my God! She’s just practically admitted that she’s into young girls!

“Even with the girl’s full consent?”

“Even then. All it would take would be one careless word and… well, I’d end up in jail.”

“That’s why I’ve sworn Misty to secrecy,” Mom calmly says.

I hear Jackie gasp. “You mean that you and your daughter…?”

“We’ve been intimate for years,” Mum admits, “but we’ve only crossed the line once or twice into full-on sex.” Some understatement! “Would you be surprised to know that it’s Misty who always makes the first move?”

“Well, I’m aware she’s a little promiscuous and forever showing off her body in the changing room, but it’s because of her age that she’s able to make it all look accidental. Just eleven, and she acts like…” Her voice trails off.

“A stripper? She once told me that’s her ambition. Only for other women, mind you.”

Miss Jackson sighs. “She’s lucky to have such a beautiful, understanding mother.”

“Thank you. Would you do something for me? Let me tug that knot open.” We hear Jackie laugh and Mum lets out a coo of delight. “Oh, they’re gorgeous! So nice and firm. I love your tits.”

“Umm… what if the kids come down?”

“We’ll hear them coming. Anyway, Misty’s seen me kissing lovers from time to time, even feeling them up. My daughter knows how to keep a secret.”

A few moments of silence follow before Jackie speaks again. “I love those undies you’re wearing, Jo… they’re so fucking classy.”

“I’m a bit of a lingerie freak,” Mum confesses. “It’s my fetish, I suppose.”

“Then you won’t like these…?” What is Jackie doing? We’re dying to take a peep, but don’t want to spoil Mum’s seduction.

“I like any girl who flaunts her knickers,” Mum says.

“And Misty seems to take after you.”

“Oh, Audrey’s pretty shameless, too.”

“I know. Earlier in the changing room, she was displaying her vagina in the lewdest way imaginable.”

“I wish I’d been there to see it.”

“So,” says Jackie, “it seems we’re both into little girls. Paedos, they’d call us.’

“Or child molesters — but I’d never, ever do anything to a child without her full consent.”

“Me neither. I’d better pull my knickers back up before the girls come down.”

Audrey and I look at each other in amazement. In just a few minutes, Mum has seduced our gym teacher. Oh, what joy!

I take Audrey’s hand and lead her into the bathroom. “Let’s pretend we’re about to take a shower,” I whisper and we strip naked. Wrapping towels around our bodies, we appear halfway down the stairs.

“There’s no bath gel, Mum,” I call, continuing down, Audrey in tow.

“I’ll find some later. Jackie’s about to leave, so come and say goodbye.” I’m holding my towel with my arm across my chest and as I reach out to shake her hand, the towel falls to the floor. It isn’t an accident.

Jackie’s eyes grow huge as she stares at my smooth mound. “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Mum says.

“Utterly adorable!” Jackie whispers.

“I’m adorable too!” Audrey announces, dropping her own towel, spreading her arms wide and doing a pirouette, able to pull this stunt off because Jackie’s already seen her naked.

“Oh, my God, I could eat you both up!” Jackie gasps.

“Do you like my titties?” Audrey asks coquettishly.

“I do,” Mum interjects.

“So do I,” I add, “but I don’t have any.”

“But you have that spectacular camel toe,” Mum says.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” Jackie says. “You and Audrey are the sexiest little girls I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She seems unable to tear her gaze from us.

“Can you come over on Saturday morning,” Mum asks, breaking the spell, “say nine o’clock?”

Miss Jackson nods. “I’ll be here.”

Mum escorts her to the door, they kiss briefly on the lips and then she’s gone.

“Whew!” Mum exhales. “That went perfectly. I take it you were listening at the top of the stairs?”

“Um, well, yeah,” I admit, embarrassed that Mum figured it out so easily.

Mom nods. “Good. She’s into little girls, just like me. When I pulled the leg of my knickers aside and flashed my cunt at her, I think she almost came on the spot. This whole plan of yours was a huge success, Misty. Now, what would you girls like to drink?”

I give her my sexiest smile. “We wanna drink from your pussy, Mum.”

“Me, too,” Audrey echoes.

Mum studies us both, a knowing smile on her lips. “I think that can be arranged,” she says. Extending both hands to us, she adds, “Come on, my darlings… let’s go upstairs.”

On to Part Six!

Adventure of the Amazing Invisible Girl: A Bedtime Story, Part One

  • Posted on November 2, 2019 at 3:23 pm

By Purple Les

Six-year-old Alice Mitchell was often told by her mother that she had a very overactive imagination. Alice wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly, so her mother explained, telling her, “Well, sweetie, it means that you have a wonderful mind that thinks up some incredible things… but they aren’t always real.”

Alice grasped the idea, sort of. She knew that when she tied the ends of a towel around her neck and let it drape down her back, it didn’t really make her Supergirl. She also understood that when she stretched both arms out straight in front of her and raced through the house, she wasn’t really flying — even if sometimes, when she got a good running start, it felt like she was.

Yet when she put on her cowboy boots and hat and galloped around the house with her stick pony on a rainy day, it seemed so genuine to her. Like she truly was riding a horse through the old west.

Alice’s mother Sue was pleased that she had such a bright little girl, even if she’d sometimes sigh when gently shaking her youngest child out of a daydream, or make-believe adventure.

Alice’s ten-year-old sister Heather would often stare at her younger sibling, sometimes amused, sometimes annoyed, as Alice got into battles, fought duels and rescued fair maidens in peril from villains no one else could see.

Alice discovered her power of invisibility by accident. Mrs. Mitchell was running a bath for the child, and told her to get undressed.

In her bedroom, Alice shucked her clothes, then headed down the hall to the bathroom completely naked. On the way, she heard Heather coming toward the hallway. She remembered from watching TV that people were often able to hide by flattening themselves against a wall. Curious to see if such a thing really worked, Alice did just that, and was surprised and delighted when Heather walked right by — without even noticing she was there!

When her mother emerged from the bathroom saying, “Alice! Come along now. Your bath is ready,” she stayed right where she was. Again, when Mommy came down the hall calling for her, Alice remained unseen. Once her mother had passed by, Alice padded down the hall to the bathroom.

Mrs. Mitchell was coming back, having failed to find the child in her bedroom. Then she spied her little girl, standing completely naked in the bathroom doorway.

“There you are,” Sue said.

“I was right here all along, Mommy,” Alice answered, giggling. “You just couldn’t see me, cause I turned invisible. Heather couldn’t see me either.”

“Uh-huh,” was all Alice’s mother said to that, rolling her eyes as she helped her little girl into the bathtub. Reaching for the washcloth, Sue began to apply liquid soap to her child’s bare body.

Sue washed the little girl’s back, then her neck, ears and feet. She had Alice kneel so she could wash her chest, tummy, between her legs and her cute little bottom. Sue didn’t know why, but she’d always enjoyed washing her naked little pixie of a daughter. She’ll be too old for this in a few years, she thought, and sighed wistfully.

Alice had a couple of toys she liked to play within the tub. Wringing out the wet washcloth, her mother said, “You play for a few minutes, then I’ll be back to dry you off.”

Alice had fun with her toy boat, playing the game where her little rubber Godzilla attacked it. Eventually growing tired of that, she pushed them aside and lay back in the tub.

The warm water barely covered her and she liked the way that steam rose off her lean body. Taking the washcloth, Alice soaked it then held it up, enjoying the small stream of water that fell onto her skin.

When the water trickled on what she called her ‘thing’, Alice felt a most pleasant sensation. She repeated this several times and found each one nicer than the last. The best was when she held it over the top of her bare slit.

Alice kept letting the water drip on that particular spot, and those lovely feelings kept getting better and better. At last, she had to stop, because it just felt too good, like something very big was going to happen that she wasn’t sure about.

When her mother came back into the bathroom a few minutes later, Alice asked, “Why does this feel so nice, Mommy?” Raising her hand, she allowed water from the washcloth to fall onto her slit once more.

Sue glanced at her daughter, then quickly looked away before she said, “Oh… some things can feel very nice there. But, um, let’s talk about that some other time, okay, sweetie? Right now, it’s time for my little ragamuffin to get out of the tub and get herself ready for bed.”

Reluctantly emerging from the water and presenting herself to Mommy to be dried off, Alice thought, It’s funny… I never want to take a bath, but when I’m in the tub, I don’t want to get out! She intended to ask why that was, but getting rubbed all over by Mommy with a big fluffy towel felt so wonderful that the question slipped her mind.

Now she was all dry, the soft towel wrapped around her body. Her mother gave Alice a hug, then took the towel away to hang up.

“Now go to your room and put your jammies on. I left them out on the bed for you,” Sue said, giving the little girl a gentle pat on her bare bottom.

As Alice started for her room she had an idea. Wonder if I can be invisible again?

With this in mind, Alice peeked into the living room. Her big sister Heather was sprawled out on the couch, watching TV.

“I am now invisible,” Alice whispered to herself, butterflies in her tummy as she walked into the room. If she wasn’t really invisible, then Heather would get to see her bare naked. Alice didn’t want that.

In her peripheral vision, Heather saw her naked little sister come creeping into the room as if she was trying to sneak through. Heather kept her eyes glued to the TV, but her face felt warm and she had a funny feeling between her legs, the same feeling she got when her best friend Linda would kiss her. Or when they would take off their clothes and snuggle together.

Heather thought to herself, What on earth is she pretending now? Actually, it’s pretty hot. Damn… she looks really good with no clothes on! When did my kid sister get so sexy?

Alice stood in front of the TV studying the reaction of Heather, who seemed to be looking right through her.

It’s working, Alice thought, beside herself with glee. I must be invisible, or Heather would be yelling at me to move. Or be saying ‘Haha I see you naked.’

To further prove her theory, Alice began to dance around in front of the TV. She turned her back to Heather and bent down, shaking her bare bottom, then faced Heather again and made goofy faces at her. No reaction at all.

Alice was thrilled. I really am invisible. Oh my gosh, this is the coolest thing ever! To top it off she laid on the floor, stuck her legs up in the air and moved them around like she was pedaling a bike, then hugged both knees to her chest. Heather didn’t react, just gazed blandly at the television.

Satisfied in her ability to vanish from sight, Alice headed back to her room and got into her pajamas.

Back in the living room, Heather sat dumbstruck, her pulse throbbing wildly. Her silly little sister had practically done an x-rated go-go dancer act, showing off everything she had.

The more I ignored her, the wilder she got. Why on earth did she do that? Heather wondered. Then she realized that her panties were wet. That only happens when I look at naked girls on the computer… or when I play with Linda.

Absently stroking her thighs, Heather took a deep, calming breath, but her excitement was undimmed. God, that bit at the end, where she was holding her knees like that… I could see her pussy, her butthole, and, and everything! I never saw anyone’s butthole before, not like that. It looked yummy, too.

The preteen rose to her feet. I gotta do it now. I can’t wait till bedtime.

Heather called out to her mother, “Mom, I’m gonna go to my room and read some, okay?”

“Sure, that’s fine.” Heather heard her mom reply from her study down the hallway.

Heather hastened to her room, entered, then quickly secured the door. Standing in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door, she undressed, watching her reflection all the while.

Once she was nude, Heather thought about the differences and similarities she shared with her sister. The same strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes as Alice. The same slim build. Except Heather had the start of breasts, and was more curvy. Neither had any pubic hair to speak of. Both sisters had the same outie belly button. Heather noticed that her vulva seemed to be more tucked in between her legs while Alice’s slit seemed to stick out more, as if she was still growing around it.

Lying face down on the bed, Heather slipped both hands beneath her tummy and further down, until they were nestled between her legs. Now cupping her pussy, she began to rub it. Lewd visions of baby sister Alice flickered in her mind, like she was thumbing through a stack of dirty photos.

That got me so hot. Even more, almost, than when I see Linda get naked. Wait, wait — how can I be having thoughts like that about my own sister? That’s seriously messed up!

Despite her concern, images of Alice and Linda together, both of them nude, came into Heather’s reverie. Then, for some crazy reason, she pictured her sister and her girlfriend kissing one another. Before she knew it, an orgasm was shaking her body from head to toe.

Moments later, Heather lay quietly, catching her breath. Then she put on her pajamas and went to wash and brush her teeth.

In the room next door, Alice was in bed. Her mother had just tucked her in and was reading a chapter of Black Beauty to the child. Alice began to drift off before the chapter was over and, putting the book to one side, Sue kissed her little girl’s forehead, whispered, “I love you, sweetheart,” then quietly left the room.

Sue than tucked in Heather, who was now ready for bed herself. Kissing her ten-year-old daughter on the cheek she said, “Goodnight,” and turned the light off.

Making her way down the hallway to her own room, Sue sighed happily. It’s funny, the way tucking in my girls makes me feel so good. 

***

It was a few days later, on a late Saturday morning. Alice loved Saturdays. She could stay in her pajamas for the whole day if she wanted, or get dressed and played outside.

This Saturday it was rainy, so she stayed in her pajamas, eating a bowl of cereal and watching TV. Heather was in her bedroom with her friend Linda.

Before stepping out to run a few errands, Sue had told the girls, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Don’t stuff yourselves on snacks, now — I’m bringing back a pizza.” The girls cheered to hear that. “Behave yourselves, okay?”

Alice, Heather and Linda all promised to be good. Sue wasn’t really worried; she’d left her daughters alone many times before with no problems. Giving a wave and a “See you later, then,” to the girls, Sue departed.

Heather and Linda plopped themselves down on the couch and watched TV with Alice for a few minutes, then left the younger girl to it, giggling as they went back to Heather’s bedroom.

Linda went in first, and Heather gave the door a nudge that didn’t quite close it all the way. She was too busy watching Linda taking her shirt off to notice.

Heather stared appreciatively at her half-naked friend. Linda’s breast buds were just a little larger than hers. She had a fuller, more generous figure than Heather, but was by no means overweight.

Linda stretched out on the bed, Heather got on top of her, and they began to kiss. At first, the girls just pressed their lips together, but their passion quickly mounted, and soon they were kissing passionately, their tongues darting into each other’s mouths. This was something Heather and Linda had recently tried for the first time, and they enjoyed it very much. It gave them a lovely warm feeling down between their legs.

When the program Alice was watching came to an end, she noticed that Heather and Linda had left her alone in the family room. Switching off the TV, she idly wandered around the house and then, feeling bored and in need of company, went upstairs, hoping that the older girls might let her hang out with them.

Entering the corridor that led to their bedrooms, Alice was glad to see that her sister’s door wasn’t quite shut. Drawing closer, she heard the two older girls whispering and giggling, and peeked into Heather’s room.

What Alice saw stole her breath away. Heather and Linda were sharing deep, hungry kisses while clumsily undressing each other. When they were down to their panties, Linda fell back on the bed, and Heather got on top of her, their mouths meeting in another kiss.

Alice had that odd but cool feeling, the one she got in the bathtub when she let the washcloth drip on her slit. She’d asked her mother about that feeling, but never did get an answer. Placing a hand between her thighs, Alice applied some pressure, her eyes widening as that warm, tickly sensation got even stronger.

Heather was first to notice Alice spying. Turning back to Linda, she whispered, “We better stop. Alice is watching us.” She wasn’t especially worried about getting in trouble — her little sister could be a pest, but she was no tattle-tale.

Linda stole a glance and whispered back, “Wow, she likes it. She’s touching herself!”

The two girls kissed some more, a new excitement brought on by this unexpected witness to their fooling around, but Heather began to feel a little weird about making out in front of her little sister — especially with another girl. “We better stop.” Heather urged once again.

“No, let’s keep going,” Linda whispered back. “I think it’s pretty hot, her watching us. Besides, maybe it’ll end up like when my little brother spied on us last Saturday.”

Heather remembered it well. She’d been in Linda’s bedroom, with no one else home except for Linda’s eight-year-old brother, Sean.

He’d come into Linda’s room without knocking and found his sister and Heather kissing each other, wearing nothing but panties. He wanted to watch. The girls had agreed to let him do so, if he took off all his clothes first. After much back and forth childish negotiations, the three children came to a mutual agreement to get naked together, which led to close inspections and touching of each other’s private parts.

Heather still liked girls a lot more, but had to admit that playing with Sean had been interesting. So now, Linda wanted to have the same kind of fun, only with Heather’s six-year-old sister?

“You want Alice to get naked with us?” Heather asked, both surprised and aroused by the thought.

“Sure, why not? You gotta admit, she’s becoming a major cutie,” Linda insisted.

While the two young friends discussed this, Alice had an idea of her own.

I’ll just turn invisible, so I go in the room and watch even closer. Alice thought. Taking a deep breath, she murmured, “I am now invisible,” then strolled right into Heather’s bedroom.

The older girls were startled at this sudden intrusion, but then it dawned on Heather: Alice just said she’s invisible, right before she walked in. Wait a minute — it’s just like the other night when she danced around naked in front of the TV. She thought she was invisible… and because I didn’t say or do anything, now she believes it!

Heather and Linda exchanged a few urgent whispers, then Linda gasped, sat up and pointed at Alice. “Look, Heather, those pajamas — they’re just floating around.” She brought a hand to her mouth. “Is it… could it be a ghost?”

“Those are my sister’s pajamas! It’s not a ghost. Alice has turned invisible.” Heather said, trying not to laugh. “Hey, Alice!”

“How do you know I’m here?” Alice asked, wondering why she could be seen.

“Well, you may be invisible, but your pajamas aren’t.” Heather answered.

Linda chimed in, “Heather, don’t let your sister get her pajamas off or we’ll never catch her!”

Of course! Alice thought. They can’t see me, but they can see my clothes. I have to get naked! Alice began to frantically pull at her pajama top.

“Quick! Stop her!” Linda shouted as Alice tossed the pajama top away. Heather jumped to her feet and grabbed Alice around the waist, then pretended to let her sister wiggle free.

Alice shoved her pajama bottoms and panties down to her feet in one swift motion. Stepping out of them, then raced over to the window and jumped up and down a few times, “Ha! Now I’m naked and you can’t see me.”

Heather and Linda pretended to look around the room, acting mystified. In truth, the older girls were very much enjoying the sight of little naked Alice.

Alice had another brilliant idea to fool the older girls. Creeping over to the bedroom door, she opened and shut it, then tiptoed over to a corner near the headboard of her bed.

“Hey! Did you catch that?” Linda asked.

“Yeah,” Heather answered. “Guess she must’ve slipped out of the room.”

“Did you even know your sister could be invisible?”

“No, and it’s totally amazing! But hey, let’s talk about it later. I want to get back to kissing, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Linda answered, then added, “Hey, you wanna kiss naked?”

“Okay,” Heather said, feeling a strange new excitement overwhelm her.

Both girls took off their panties, then paused to check out each other’s bare bodies before climbing back onto the bed. They came together right away in a steamy tongue kiss, stealing occasional glances at the equally nude six-year-old who was watching them.

Feeling brave in her invisibility, Alice came close to the bed, enthralled by the sight of the two naked ten-year-olds. She couldn’t decide what was the most interesting: the hot, juicy kissing, the girls’ smooth pussies or those pretty round bottoms. Unable to resist, the child reached out to briefly touch her big sister’s bare ass.

When Heather felt it, she was about to “bust” her sister, but then got an even better idea. Raising herself up, she cried, “Hey, Linda! Someone touched my keister… and it wasn’t you!”

Linda was immediately on the alert. “Holy cow, Heather! Your sister’s still in here. She’s seeing us both bare naked.”

“Alice? We know you’re in here.” Heather began, looking around the room as if she didn’t know exactly where her younger sister was. “Since you’ve seen us naked, it’s only fair that we get to see you now. Okay?”

“C’mon, Alice,” Linda pleaded. “Stop being invisible for a minute. We won’t tell on you, promise.”

They watched as Alice went to pick up her pajamas, then Heather shouted, “There she is, Linda! See her pajamas, floating in the air?”

“Let’s get her!” cried Linda, and both the older girls leapt from the bed, seizing the six-year-old between them.

“Okay, we got you now.” Linda said.

“That’s right,” Heather agreed, “All right, Alice. You might as well give up and become visible again.”

Alice sighed and said, “I’m now visible.” Heather and Linda pretended to be surprised by the sight of the little girl.

“That’s really cool how you do that, Alice.” Linda giggled.

Heather nodded. “It really is. So how long have you had that power, anyhow?”

“I found it out after my bath the other night,” Alice said. “I was naked in front of you while you watched TV, Heather. You never even knew I was there.” She laughed, then gave the two ten-year-olds a bashful look. “Um… can I maybe watch you guys kiss some more?”

“Sure,” Linda said, “We’ll even teach you how to kiss, if you want.”

Heather was surprised by this, but quickly decided that she liked the idea. Why can’t me and Alice kiss if we really want to? she asked herself.

“Come on, let’s get on the bed.” Linda added, “You can watch us, Alice, then we can all kiss together.”

Heather felt butterflies in her tummy as she thought about kissing her own little sister — the sexy way, too, the same way she loved to kiss Linda. Then she wondered about doing other things with Alice, snuggling naked with her and touching the child’s bare body. Maybe even more.

It’s not a bad thing, Heather thought, After all, we kissed and touched Sean and he’s Linda’s brother, so this should be okay, too.

Linda lay back, her body open and ready. “C’mere, girlfriend,” she told Heather. “Kiss me.” Soon the older girls were swapping tongues, their bodies grinding together.

Alice knelt beside the preteen lovers, watching Linda and Heather make out. As their passion grew, Alice began to touch herself in that spot that felt nice. This didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

Finally, Linda said, “Okay, it’s your sister’s turn now.” Heather moved to the side, and Linda smiled at the six-year-old. “Alice, you lay on top of me like Heather was, and I’ll show you how to kiss. And Heather,” Linda added with a wicked grin, “You rub yourself down there, the same way Alice was doing.”

Alice crawled into Linda’s arms, and Heather began to touch her smooth slit as she watched her naked baby sister learn how to kiss. Soon Linda was fondling the child’s body, and the sight of her girlfriend playing with Alice’s cute little butt made Heather want to join in the fun. Reaching out, she placed a hand on her sister’s bottom.

Much as she loved fooling around with Heather, Linda was eager to have another girl to play with, and having a naked child of six in her arms thrilled her even more than she’d expected. Alice’s shy kisses were especially sweet — but then the little girl grew bolder, and those kisses were just as exciting. Even better, Linda could see Heather touching herself, and felt her friend’s free hand join hers in caressing Alice.

Wow, this little girl is a real firecracker! Linda thought. It had taken her and Heather several weeks to work up the courage to share their first kiss, a few more to take off their clothes and snuggle naked, another week to graduate to actual sex. But Alice, in spite of being a full four years younger, seemed to have taken to their naughty games as if she’d been created to love girls. She was pressing her thigh into Linda’s moist pussy, her tongue fluttering in the ten-year-old’s mouth.

It felt incredible, but Linda didn’t want to come just yet. Breaking their kiss, she looked over at Heather. “Now,” she said, her face hot and flushed, “it’s time to kiss your little sister, Heather. Me, I’ll watch you guys and touch myself.”

A moment later, the two sisters lay together, exploring each other in a whole new way. Alice soon realized that she liked kissing her big sister, every bit as much as she enjoyed kissing Linda. Actually, in some way Alice couldn’t understand, playing these naked games with her older sibling was even better. Why is that? she wondered.

After a while, a breathless Alice needed to rest, dazed as she was from the pleasures she’d enjoyed with the two older girls. As she lay quietly on the bed, her body warmed from head to toe, Alice watched Linda and Heather kneeling together and whispering a little farther down the bed. Alice liked seeing them naked; she thought they were both beautiful. But what are they talking about?

Alice strained to listen, but couldn’t make out more than an occasional word or two, along with a few giggles as Heather and Linda kept looking over at her.

“You can do it any time with her,” Linda was saying, “you’re her sister.”

“Wanna do it right now, then?” said Heather.

“Sure. We wanted to try it, after all.”

More giggles, then they shifted closer to Alice, who gave them a questioning look. She wasn’t sure what the older girls were up to, but trusted her sister.

“Alice…” Heather giggled. “Um, now we want to do something new.” Suddenly feeling bashful, she looked at Linda, who picked up the thread.

“Listen, Alice,” Linda said, “I’m gonna kiss you down there,” she pointed between the child’s parted legs, “and Heather, she’ll kiss you on the mouth. You tell us if you like it, okay?”

“Um, okay. S-sure,” Alice answered. Her heart was pounding frantically.

The wide-eyed little girl stared as Linda laid down between her legs, slowly moving closer to the cleft of Alice’s sex. Extending her tongue, Linda traced it up and down the six-year-old’s slit — then took longer, deeper licks, as if she was eating an ice cream cone.

“Oh. Oh!” Alice gasped as Linda’s tongue pressed its way into her vagina. “It’s… omigosh, it’s the b-best feeling ever.”

Heather watched in awe, gently masturbating as her best friend went down on her little sister, fingering her own slit all the while. Wow, Alice’s pussy sure is pretty. Wonder if she’d let me lick it?

She felt certain that you weren’t supposed to do things like that to your own sister, especially when she was only six… but right then, Heather was dying to know if Alice tasted as sweet as she looked.

“Don’t — ooooh — don’t stop doing that, please,” Alice begged, and Linda was all too happy to keep licking. But the child was unable to keep still, shifting about so much that Heather had to hold her in place.

From where she sat, Heather could easily read the expressions on her sister’s pretty face. She watched Alice’s pleasure build, heard her ecstatic moans, felt the tiny tremors rippling through her slender body.

She’s about to come, Heather realized.

Wanting her sister’s first sexual experience to be a truly special one, she reached down to toy with Alice’s button, that special part of a girl’s body that felt better than anything when it got touched.

That was enough to set Alice off. The child’s mewling quickly became a wail, her body jerking helplessly. Linda didn’t stop, just kept licking, and Heather continued to tease her younger sibling’s clit. Finally, Alice twisted away from the older girls, panting, “No, no, no, no, stop…”

Heather and Linda studied the six-year-old as she lay gasping for breath, face flushed, her forehead marbled with sweat… then they exchanged knowing grins. That went pretty well, Heather decided.

“Are you okay, Alice?” Linda said, leaning over the little girl.

The child’s eyes slowly drifted open, a dreamy smile on her lips. “Oh, Linda… I loved how it felt, and I love you.” Her gaze drifted over to Heather. “You’re the best big sister in the whole world, Heather. I love you so much.”

“Love you too, kiddo,” Heather said, bending down to give Alice a tender kiss. “Now what?” she added, looking up at Linda.

After a moment’s thought, Linda was about to say something when Heather looked at the time and said, “Oh, crap! We gotta get cleaned up and put some clothes on. Mom’s gonna be home soon!”

The girls flew into motion. Heather and Linda took turns washing at the bathroom sink, then they helped little Alice get clean, and all three of them got dressed.

“You can’t tell anyone about this, Alice,” Heather said to her baby sister. “If Mom finds out, we’ll be in the biggest trouble ever.” She extended her little finger. “Pinky swear that you’ll keep it a secret, okay?”

“We can do it again some time, right?” Alice asked, her arms folded.

“Anytime you like,” Heather said.

“Pinky swear, then,” the child agreed, hooking fingers with her big sister.

“Cool!” exclaimed Linda. “Oh, wow, we’re gonna have so much fun…”

“Okay, come on,” Heather said, a bit impatiently, “let’s go back downstairs.”

Sue arrived home ten minutes later, bearing a large pepperoni pizza, where she found the girls in the family room, playing video games. Soon they were all scarfing down hot slices.

Sue had no idea what had happened while she’d been away, though she was pleased to see that Heather and Linda were allowing Alice to hang out with them for once.

It’s good to know that Heather still loves her little sister, she thought.

As promised: Part Two!

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My Amazing Mum, Part Four

  • Posted on October 26, 2019 at 3:19 pm

By Misty Meadow

Audrey’s kisses are heavenly. I’ve kissed a few girls before, but they were just friendly pecks or kisses done on a dare, but sucking on Audrey’s sweet tongue sets my tummy fluttering.

But I have loftier ambitions that go far beyond kissing. Breaking away, I roll onto my side, looking at her.  Not just her lovely face, but her slender torso with the barely perceptible swell of her hips, her long smooth legs and best of all, those sweet budding breasts.

I lean in and lick her nipples. She shivers. “Oh… oh, Misty!”

“Kissing is awesome, isn’t it?” I say, softly. “I love kissing your lips and your breasts, but more than anything, I want to put my mouth on your…”

“…my cunt!” Audrey cries. “Yes, kiss my cunt, Misty. It’s been thrilling, letting you and your mum look at it all afternoon, but now it really needs to be kissed.” She lies back, spreading her legs open. “Pretty please?”

Sliding down the bed, I nuzzle her belly button and lower, then abruptly jump further down to plant tiny kisses on Audrey’s inner thighs. I’m shifting from one side to the other, slowly advancing forward, approaching the gates of heaven.

Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she grabs my braids and tugs at them, drawing me to her until I’m so close to her cunt that I can feel its warmth on my face. Her slit is edged by little pink lips, soft and moist, and at the top, there’s that little bump called the clit, that Mum tells me is the centre of all girls’ pleasure.

I can’t hold off any longer so I lower my head, gently touching my lips to Audrey’s cunt in a kiss, softer than the ones we shared minutes ago. I know I’m creating sensations in her that she’s never felt before. Just as Mum told me that her first taste of Gran’s cunt was something that she remembered for the rest of her life, I know I’ll never forget this moment.

I press my tongue between those sweet lips while drawing a deep breath through my nose. The aroma of her arousal is unmistakable, just like well-used knickers, but stronger, thicker. I hear Audrey moan, sounding just like those lesbian videos I like to watch, only she isn’t faking it.

Her hips writhe as she presses my face into her juicy pussy with both hands. “Oh, my G-God,” she croaks, “I never knew, d-didn’t know I could feel this good! Don’t stop, Misty, keep licking me!” She groans again.

I know what she wants. I run my tongue up to the top of Audrey’s cunt and flick her button, then take it into my mouth. She gasps as I purse my lips around her clit and suck hard.

Then she lets out a little yelp, and I lift my head. “Did that hurt?” I ask.

Audrey shakes her head. “No, but it’s so sensitive, you surprised me. It was the most marvelous feeling I’ve ever had. You make me blissfully happy, Misty, and I want to make sweet love to you now.”

I wanted to make her come, hoping to seal her love for me, as it were… but if Audrey wants to give that same pleasure to me, that might seal it, too.

I crawl up beside her and roll onto my back, and in less than a second she’s face down between my legs, hands on my waist and her face buried where it belongs. When her tongue touches me, it’s like a jet of hot water from the showerhead, but sweeter and softer. My heart swells with love for this girl who, although two years older than me, has captured my heart.

Her tongue goes to work, She seems to be quite skilled at eating pussy, but perhaps she’s merely doing what comes naturally, something that girls know by instinct. My cunt is dripping.

I pinch my nipples, feeling them throb and grow hard. I’m looking down at Audrey’s bobbing head as she slides her tongue up and down my slit, the further down to see her beautiful bum lifted high in the air. I’m gonna have to pay some attention to that part of her too, I decide. I’m marvelling at my luck, thrilled by the fact that of all the girls in the school, Audrey has chosen me.

Then the door open, and Mum stands there.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” she announces before she has a chance to see what’s going on, then grins, adding, “Oh, I see you’ve eaten already.”

Audrey drops her head between my legs to the sheet, which is already damp with our juices, and her shoulders are shaking.

I lift my head and prop myself up on my elbows. “Are you okay, Audrey?” I ask, worried at how she might react at being caught. She looks up at me — not crying, but giggling. To me, Mum’s humour is kinda corny, but the sight of my lover’s amusement makes me chuckle as well.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mum says, “but we don’t usually knock in this house. Excuse me, you two carry on.”

It’s a polite offer, but can we carry on? The spell is broken, and we sit up and look at Mum, still dressed in the silk blouse she’d worn to work that day, one that shows off her nipples quite effectively. She had taken off her skirt, though, and wore nothing below the waist but her turquoise satin knickers. Her smile tells us she’s enjoyed catching us in this intimate scene.

Audrey and I look at each other, and nod. “We’ll be down as soon as we’re dressed, Jo,” she says.

Mum arches an eyebrow. “You’re dressing for dinner?”

“Just knickers,” Audrey laughs, “but Misty is more formal; she has a vest.” Nevertheless, she puts her bra back on, and I fish her knickers from her backpack and hold them open for her to step into.

In the kitchen, we sit at the breakfast bar to eat pasta and salad, then retire to the living room where Mum sits between us, looking at more pictures from Gran’s amazing collection. We see a succession of underage girls in various stages of undress, singly or in pairs, and occasionally with adults, posing in positions worthy of the finest gymnasts, invariably flaunting their treasures, except for those who happily show off their underwear — sometimes like our own, sometimes really fancy.

“There’s nothing wrong with plain knickers,” Mum says, “it’s the girl inside them that gets me wet — like you two little nymphets, right now. No need to go to Victoria’s Secret for expensive frillies which are going to get taken right off anyway.”

In every picture the subject seems perfectly willing to be photographed, not merely consenting, but eager to display her intimate parts for the camera.

Mum calls a halt when the novelty begins to wear off. “So,” she says, leaning back and looking at us, “you two finally got to have oral sex. How marvelous. What was it like? Don’t tell me; I know how it feels to be tongued by a lover. Actually, I like doing the licking myself even more.”

I’m quite surprised when Mum goes on to tell Audrey everything about how she my grandmother had sex, back when she was even younger than I am. Now our most tightly held secrets are shared by a third person.

Audrey sits open-mouthed, astonished at Mum’s depravity, as others might call it, though to me it’s just love. Then she learns that the reason Mum’s cunt opening was so huge in one of our pictures is because my fist had just been inside it.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Misty’s fist! Incredible.”

“Girls, I’m delighted that you found each other and have discovered the thrill of making love… but now I’m beginning to feel the tiniest bit neglected.” Mum looks down at where her big brown nipples show through the silk blouse she’s wearing.

I take the hint and unbutton Mum’s top, spreading it wide open. Audrey, on the other side, doesn’t waste a second, leaning in to kiss a breast. As she works on the right, I concentrate on the left, rubbing my palm over my mum’s hardening nipple, then taking it between forefinger and thumb, rolling and pinching it.

“Harder!” Mum hisses between clenched teeth. “Hurt me! Go on, hurt me!”

I pinch harder, wanting to please her without causing too much pain, then she pushes my hand away and pulls my head down so I can suckle. Her nipple seems huge in my mouth, and I nurse away happily, just like I must have done as an infant back before I was Mum’s lover.

“Now I have two little babies!” Mum crows happily. “What a lucky mummy I am.”

Audrey comes up for air and runs her eyes over Mum’s gorgeous body. “Your knickers are really pretty, Jo, but I want to see your cunt again,” she says. “I’m gonna take ‘em off, okay?”

“Be my guest,” Mum says, already raising her arse.

I lift my head and watch as Audrey kneels between Mum’s legs and takes those turquoise knickers off. A big waft of sex odour rises from her cunt, like steam from hot soup, and we breathe it in hungrily.

Audrey squats on her heels, gazing at Mum’s big floppy labia, then with her fingertips, she pulls them wide open. Mum’s swollen clit is almost half an inch long and Audrey leans in, taking it between her lips. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and Mum gasps.

“Oh, you sexy little fox!” she says. “Where did you learn to do that?” Audrey is too busy to answer.

“Well, your clit is so big, Mum, so hard to miss,” I offer. “How could she not want to suck on it?”

For the longest time I’ve thought about eating Mum’s cunt, and now my lover has beaten me to it. I ought to feel jealous, but I know that in a few minutes, it’ll be me down there, my lips and tongue tasting Mum’s copious flow of nectar, and I’ve no wish to deny Audrey the same kind of pleasure.

Mum’s head is thrown back, mouth open, her chest heaving as she pants for breath. It’s an incredibly erotic scene and I sit up, lean back, push my knickers down to my ankles and kick them off, then press two fingers to my cunt and masturbate, just as Audrey looks up at Mum’s contorted face, then over at me.

I spread my legs even wider, thrilled to be pleasuring myself while my darling watches me. Audrey’s gaze adds to my growing excitement until I feel my orgasm hit, and it feels like all the pleasures in the world compressed into a tiny ball that explodes like the big bang itself, creating a universe more beautiful than seems possible, sending wave after wave of pure rapture sweeping through me. My toes curl, my head spins and I cry out loud.

Audrey looks up, alarmed. “It’s okay, sweetie,” Mum says. “Misty just came, that’s all.”

That’s all? It’s everything! What I feel is so incredibly intense that I want Audrey to share it. So I kneel behind her and pull her knickers down. She lifts one leg at a time so I can pull them off, then parts her thighs for me. I touch her cunt, now dripping wet with her honey, and Audrey responds by thrusting her bum up,  inviting me to have my way with that pretty little bottom.

I’m enthralled by the sight of her little brown rosebud, finding it impossible to resist. Bending down, I kiss it, push my tongue against the sweet pucker as a promise of things to come, give it a few long, slow licks, then drift down a couple of inches to her cunt. The angle is awkward for licking, but I can manage it, my body low to the floor, head tilted up, my tongue darting into her delicious crack, probing and sucking, gulping down as much of Audrey’s fluids as I can manage.

From my vantage point, it’s hard to judge her reaction, but I can hear muffled humming noises until a hoarse cry explodes from her lips. I refuse to quit, though, going down on my teen lover until she wrenches herself away from me, collapses onto the floor and rolls on to her back, panting for breath.

Mum lifts her head. “Oh, my — you made her come, Misty. Well done!” She gives me a bashful smile. “I’m right on the edge myself.”

I don’t need another hint, so I gently roll Audrey out of the way, then dive between Mum’s legs to fulfill one of my wickedest fantasies: to make my own mother come in my mouth.

As I fasten my lips to Mum’s juicy cunt, she weaves her fingers together around the back of my head, holding me fast. There’s no escape — even if I wanted to break free, which I absolutely do not. My mother is frantic for an orgasm, and it’s little Misty’s time to shine!

I do all those things that I’ve carefully watched lesbians do on those thrilling internet videos, using every trick I can remember — fingering, licking, probing, kissing, sucking, anything and everything to bring Mum to a knee-trembler of a climax. She’s already so aroused that it takes less than two minutes before her thighs clamp my face between them, her hips jerk and she howls, “Oh, sweet Jesus, I’m coming, my darling, I’m c-coming!”

“Holy cow!” I hear Audrey say.

“Yes, yes!” Mum hisses, her fingernails digging into my scalp. With one final upward lunge of her hips, she goes limp and releases me. I look up at her brightly flushed face, contorted with ecstasy.

The warm glow of contentment spreads through me… I want to laugh, to scream, to dance around the room like a fool. At last, I’ve made Mum come! What joy! I’m so proud to be the daughter to her that she was to her own mum, using my body to fulfill her needs. I’m drowning in a sea of love, an ocean of delicious sexual depravity, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

Later, sated and recovered from our adventures, we three go upstairs. On the landing, Mum hugs our naked bodies to hers, reaching down to cup our bare bums. “Goodnight, my sweet darlings,” she whispers. “I love you both so much.” She goes into my bedroom and we go into the bathroom.

“We’ll shower in the morning,” I suggest, wanting the odour of sex on our bodies to linger, so we can breathe it in all night long. We brush our teeth, and Audrey uses my toothbrush, which makes for a nice intimate moment.

In Mum’s king-size bed, we lie side by side, happy to just be together, still lightheaded from our lovemaking.

“Do you mind when I call your mum ‘Mummy’?” Audrey asks.

“No, not at all, in fact I like it. Now I can think of you as my sexy big sister!”

“I think it’s usually big sisters who teach the younger ones about sex, but in our case it’s the other way round, huh? You’ve certainly been teaching me!”

“And Mum has, too.”

“Ah, yes,” a dreamy-eyed Audrey says, “Your gorgeous, sexy mum.”

“My nymphomaniac mum. God, we’re so lucky. We are.”

I’m about to drift off to sleep when she says, “If only Miss Jackson could’ve seen us earlier. She’d come in her shorts.”

The thought rouses me a bit. “Those sexy tight nylon ones with the permanent camel toe? Wouldn’t that be something?”

“Oh, she’s definitely into little girls. Do you fancy her, then?”

“I did, but then Mum and I got into stuff and you came along and stole my heart. I still think she’s attractive, though.”

“Attractive or sexy?” she asks.

I ponder the question. “Definitely sexy. Not as hot as Mum, though. Why do you ask?”

She pauses. “I know this sounds weird, but I think that I might just give Miss Jackson a hint that I’m interested, and see what happens, y’know?”

I try to picture it, the thirty-something gym teacher with the thin body and short hair, almost a poster girl for dykes, making a move on my thirteen-year-old girlfriend.

It’s intriguing. Today’s events seem to have loosened Audrey’s inhibitions and let her inner lesbian run wild. And why only Audrey? I like Miss Jackson, too! Maybe we could both hit on our teacher, get her into a hot threesome.

I sit up in bed, suddenly excited again. “Let’s both do it — attack her from two sides, so to speak. We can use some sexy moves on her, like some of those girls in Gran’s picture collection. When’s your next P.E. class?”

“Tomorrow, as it happens. Last period.”

“That’s perfect. Hang back when it’s over and try to get alone with her, then I’ll join you.”

Audrey is practically bouncing in the bed. “That sounds awesome. Oh, Misty… I love you, you dirty little girl!”

I beam at the compliment, then lie back and fall asleep in seconds.

On to Part Five!

A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 12

  • Posted on October 20, 2019 at 2:27 pm

By Sunnybunny

The words hung heavy in the air between them, ringing out like the gong of a church bell. The confined space seemed to amplify the noise tenfold…or maybe that was Heather’s imagination. It was the second knockout blow dealt to her in just a matter of minutes. She was reeling away, still clutching the blankets against her body until she found the wall behind her. Every time the puzzle seemed to be taking shape, some great tornado of words swept it away, and Heather was forced to start solving it again from the beginning.

The money had never been missing. That much was certain. Angie had known from the start what had become of it. She might not have taken it herself, but she was certainly an accessory to the crime. Perhaps Angie’s father had sent her to scope out the new girl rolling into town for valuables. That revelation alone opened so many new conspiratorial doors in her head. How many times had father and daughter pulled off such a scheme? Were there countless travelers passing through Oasis who later realized that their luggage had been pilfered?

Then something else occurred to Heather, something that made her skin crawl. Had Angie’s father concocted their romance as a tool for blackmail in case their ploy was discovered?

She and Angie had gone to bed together now. There was no taking it back. If she went to the police and exposed the girl and her father, she’d be implicated herself for sex with a minor. All her running, all her careful planning… it would all have been for nothing.

Angie wiped at her cheeks roughly with both hands. It was a futile gesture; more tears just took their place. She saw a lull in the shouting and plowed ahead, speaking passionately, desperate to get everything out.

“My dad did it…” she repeated, quieter now. “He sent me over to check you out, see if you looked like you had any money.” She pronounced ‘money’ as if it were spelled ‘munny’. “But I lied and said you didn’t, and that’s the truth!” She held up a hand as if swearing on a Bible before a court of law. Honest Injun. “But he didn’t believe me and snuck out anyway. He come back home later that night, just happy as can be with that funny li’l bag of yours.” Her accent was getting more pronounced as she spoke, but by then, Angie hardly cared. It was now or never, and she feared that her sobs would return in full force soon, and Heather…she deserved to hear the truth.

“He danced ‘round our livin’ room like a drunk fool, ‘til he fell over and all these big bills come fallin’ out.” The images came flooding back to her. In an instant she relived the evening with her father, seeing him carrying on with the bag held up over his head like a prized trophy until he slipped on the rug and it all came tumbling out. He wasn’t mad, despite his twisted ankle. If anything, it only made him laugh all the harder.

Angie omitted a few other details from that evening, sparing Heather how he had pulled her down into the bills, stripped her naked and fucked her hard atop the little mound of stolen money, until her back was a mess of bruises and paper cuts and rug burns. She didn’t tell Heather about how after he hastily gathered it all back up and stowed it in the back closet for safekeeping, until the time was right and “that bitch leaves town,” or how he’d snatched up a kitchen knife, held it under Angie’s chin and issued a dire warning for her not to tell a soul about what he’d found.

Found.

That was the word he used. Not ‘taken,’ or ‘stolen,’ or even a fancy one like ‘purloined,’ but ‘found’. Like he’d been walking along the street and was lucky enough to pluck a five or ten dollar bill out of the gutter. She remembered settling back on the couch and watching her father work about the house, his fat gut wobbling over the band of his boxer shorts — hiding the bag in one place, then deciding it wasn’t secure enough and moving it to another. It started behind the sofa, then underneath it, then got whisked away to the little cabinet beneath the sink, where he spent a few minutes organizing the different cleaning and insecticide products around it like camouflage before giving up. He tried the broiler beneath the stove (they never used it, in fact Angie suspected her father didn’t even know what it was for) but the bag was too tall for the door to close.

As the evening wore on, the man steadily grew more agitated. He had to open the shop the next morning, and all this money was making him paranoid.

“S’pose I don’t come into work, and people get suspicious where I been?” He bellowed. “Or if the sheriff come on by to check up on me? That son of a bitch’ll rob me blind, just you wait and see if he don’t!” The irony of these fears never once dawned on him. In the end, the money was sequestered away in the hall closet, beneath a pile of Christmas decorations that hadn’t been used since her mother left.

No, Angie didn’t tell Heather any of that. Instead, she said, “It didn’t sit right with me, what he done to you, specially since I come to like you a whole lot. I knew I couldn’t let him get away with it. So I waited ‘til he got passed-out drunk a few nights later and stole the money right back, then I hid it in a secret place that no one knows anything about. He ain’t checked in the closet, not since that night. I think he’s too scared to ‘til he’s sure you left town. He rants about it sometimes, and I get s-so scared he’ll go drag it out just to look at it or somethin’ and…” She trailed off, unconsciously touching a hand to her throat where a sharp, stainless steel threat had been issued.

Heather slid her way down the length of wall until she was resting in a heap of blankets on the floor across from Angie, listening to her harrowing tale. She knew that Angie had risked everything for her, sensing that there were much uglier details to the story than the girl had been willing to share.

Her hands raked anxiously through her hair as she fought to make sense of the jigsaw puzzle of information that Angie had suddenly thrust into her hands. She so desperately wanted to believe the girl. Wanted it so badly that it was a physical ache in a heart that had already weathered too many crushing blows. She could stand it no longer and, her head buried into her raised knees, Heather broke down and began to sob.

She cried for a good long while. She cried for herself and the miserable situation her life had sunk into, where theft and forbidden love affairs and threats on her life all seemed to go hand in hand. She cried for Angie, God help her. She cried for the catalyst of all these woes, and cried harder still for not being able to hate her for it.

When Heather found the courage to look up again, she was surprised to see that the naked child was curled up into a tight ball on the floor, shuddering with racking sobs of her own. Angie looked so small, impossibly so. The girl’s bare shoulders shivered with the strain of weeping. She was so thin that Heather could make out her sharp shoulder blades, count the bumps of her spine.

Heather imagined a vast desert, great dunes of sand brazenly rising to meet the scorching sun. The middle distance was obscured by a haze of heat and the horizon swayed like a drunkard. In the middle of this waste was a single desert cactus flower, peeking up through the grain and grit of the valley, its petals defiant and dazzling with bright primary colors.

In her mind’s eye, Heather was lost amongst it all, buried up to the neck in the harsh wilderness, on the verge of sinking further still if she gave into the despair that had plagued her since fleeing Richie Valentine’s estate. She’d convinced herself that a new life awaited her out west. A fresh start with only a few miles and forged identification documents standing in her way. Heather had managed to convince herself that once she crossed these hurdles, all would be well for her. She would focus on herself, get her life together, be happy again.

And now look at me, she thought. On the floor of a crappy motel room in the middle of nowhere, in love with a ten-year-old girl. Staring at the sobbing child, she made a decision.

Working both arms free from the blankets, Heather set to crossing the room’s expanse, crawling toward that precious little flower. When she reached Angie, Heather scooped that rose up in her arms and cradled the sniffling child, shading her against the merciless sun.

Angie looked up questioningly only for a moment, her face a mess of tears and snot and sweat, then threw both arms around Heather’s neck and burst into fresh tears. Angie had seen all she’d needed to in the older woman’s face.

Heather gently rocked Angie gently in her arms, whispering sweet words into the crown of the girl’s head. “It’s okay. Oh, Angie, I’m so sorry. So goddamn sorry I hurt you.”

Angie hung on fiercely, pressing her fingers into Heather until the knuckles turned white.

In all the chaos, this was the only thing that felt right to them. Their one haven from the gathering storm. Once again Heather found herself marveling at how well their nude bodies seemed to fit together, how they melted into one another, until they felt as one warm, happy whole. She wondered what Mama Maven would say about a connection as powerful as this. The reply she got seemed to issue from all around, as if the woman were whispering in some unseen corner of the room:

Oh, child. Something this awesome could only be guided by some divine force, and I don’t mean ‘awesome’ like you young people say it. I’m talking about ‘awesome’ in the Biblical sense. The kind that Job and Paul and John felt. Something so great that you and I can only marvel at it in our limited comprehension. Do you understand?

Heather nodded into Angie’s angel-soft hair. The girl smelled of cheap shampoo, sweat and stale cigarettes. The words bubbled up in her throat and tauntingly danced on the tip of her tongue, then in a rush of breath, she confessed her own long held secret. “I love you, Angie.”

The girl stopped trembling in her arms, then she slowly lifted herself out of Heather’s embrace to meet her eyes anew. There, swimming in tears and ruddy cheeks, Heather saw so much adoration that it made her heart ache. “I love you too, Heather.”

Once started, neither could stop, and they repeated it to one another again and again, until their mouths met in another desperate embrace.

“I’ve always loved you, Angie! From the very first moment I laid my hands on you!”

“Heather, oh God, I love you so much! I think… I think I loved you even before I knew you! Does that even make sense?”

“No, but this does…”

They tumbled to the floor together, still embraced. Heather practically dragged the little girl over to the pile of bedding. The mattress had been stripped bare, the pillows, sheets and blanket in a heap on the floor and the two lovers lost themselves within them.

In a stark contrast to their first time, they ground their bodies together in a frenzy. More than once their teeth clicked together painfully as they kissed. Each time, it made them break apart, giggling before attacking each other’s mouth again.

Heather’s fingers laced through Angie’s hair, locking the youth in a desperate embrace. Angie’s small hands groped at every inch of Heather, unable to decide where they wanted to be. At first it was the small of her back, then they sought out the firm roundness of the woman’s buttocks. She moaned eagerly as her fingers fanned out around the exposed flesh, cupping the shapely ass before flying back up to grasp at Heather’s breasts.

The woman gasped, finding both pain and pleasure in Angie’s rough fondling. Taking hold of the girl, she eased her back until she had the child pinned down on their improvised bed. She peppered Angie’s neck with fresh kisses, nibbling at her neck and earlobe until she coaxed fresh mewling from the girl’s sweet lips.

“Oh, Heather, please don’t tease me,” Angie breathed, arching her hips spasmodically. “I need you so bad!” She fought against her light restraints, wanting nothing more than to press her naked flesh into Heather’s.

Heather adjusted her grip and took one of Angie’s hands. “Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, pressing that hand between her legs, letting the girl touch her arousal. “Can you feel that?” Her voice became a shudder, barely above a whisper; a secret nearly lost in the heaving breath and whisper of sheets. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

The girl’s fingers were clumsy at first, more experienced with handling a man’s unruly soldier than the tender flower of a woman. Heather still had much to teach Angie about how two women made love.

“Here, slow down,” she whispered. “Touch me here. Yes, here… now move with me.” She guided the girl’s small fingers over her own sex until she was shuddering with each pass over the firm nub of her clit. Their fingers quickly became drenched in the dew of her arousal. Finally, when she was certain Angie had the rhythm down, she withdrew her hand.

Now Angie was splayed on her back with Heather kneeling beside her. Heather looked down the length of her own body, gasping at the lascivious sight of Angie’s tight, boyish body laid out before her, tanned all over with the little knots of her nipples hardened into points. Heather’s eyes trailed lower still, following the line of hip bones to those long and very brown legs. Angie’s peach glistened in the light of the room, looking so slick and supple and inviting. A forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

Heather had never been so tempted by anything in her life. This girl and her prepubescent body, so smooth and flawless, on the cusp of womanhood… Heather had already taken her first bite, and if she was damned for it, why not have another?

“I’m going to touch you now, Angie,” Heather intoned, feeling a touch of déjà vu before she reached out to gently stroke the girl. Angie stiffened at her lover’s caress, momentarily losing the rhythm she’d been applying to Heather’s sex, but quickly recovered it.

Heather smiled patiently, rocking her hips with the motion of the child’s hand as she hummed with delight. “Oh, that feels so nice. You’re doing such a good job, Angie. Please don’t stop.”

The sigh that followed from Angie wasn’t from relief or pleasure, but a deliberate effort to regain composure. It was so easy for her to lose control in the heat of the moment, with emotions running so high.

Heather’s fingers came away trailing threads of the girl’s arousal, and she suckled them between her lips. She moaned again at the familiar taste, more intoxicating than the strongest alcohol she’d ever had. Nothing compared to Angie in her eyes. Nothing in the world could equal this beautiful child. She’d been a fool for fighting her desire for so long.

“Oh, Heather, I’m so close!”

“I know. I am too, Angie, I’m so close. Let’s try to c-come together, okay?”

The girl nodded her sweat-glazed forehead into the sheets, pursing her lips so tightly they became a white line. She was fighting so hard to wait for Heather that she trembled with the effort. The sight of Angie’s struggle was adorable and endearing and very, very erotic. It helped to drive Heather over the edge and explode in another electric orgasm.

Angie found her own release a heartbeat later, and the two cried out their pent-up desires as one, brazen voice. It echoed in the small room, amplified somehow into a cacophony better fitting a small orgy than the lovemaking of two youths. The heights they reached were staggering, peaking far higher than either ever felt or even thought possible. Heather felt as if they might smash through the roof together, shouting defiantly to the heavens and yet… for something so powerful, the coming down was amazingly gentle.

The young lovers settled easily into each other’s arms, panting and staring at one another from inches apart. So much needed to be said, would have been said if they could only catch their breath. If only they weren’t so drained. So instead of talking, they drifted into an easy sleep.

Neither dreamed.

On to Chapter Thirteen!

My Amazing Mum, Part Three

  • Posted on October 16, 2019 at 2:36 pm

by Misty Meadow

I see Audrey in the cafeteria and carry my tray over to her table. Her face lights up when she sees me.

A couple of her friends try to join us, but she waves them off. They look at us contemptuously. “Fucking paedo!” one of them mutters.

“Cradle snatcher!” sneers the other.

“Don’t let them bother you, Misty,” she says, “they’re just jealous.”

“Mum thought you might want to sleepover at our house tonight,” I tell her. “Please come! It’ll be awesome to spend the night with you.”

Audrey looks like she’s just won the lottery. “Oh, wow, yes! Let me call my mum.” Stepping away from the table, she makes the call, talks for a moment and hangs up, grinning. “It’s fine. She met your mum last night when she drove me home and really seemed to like her.” (If only she knew!) “It’s not a school day tomorrow, so we can stay up late.”

“Mum says we can use her big double bed and she’ll sleep in mine. She can’t wait to see you again.”

We chatter away, making girl talk, getting to know each other, hardly pausing to eat until it’s time to go back to class. “Mum will pick us up at the gate again,” I tell her.

Waiting with her as school lets out, she opens her backpack. “Look,” she says, spreading it open. I see a pair of neatly folded white panties.

“Oh, my God! You’ve got no knickers on!”

“Clearly. Here’s what happened. Our last period was gym, and as usual, when we were changing, I waited until Miss Jackson was looking my way and peeled my leotard down and stood there, naked, like I was thinking about something, though I knew she was staring at me. I even rubbed my cunt for a bit, like I had an itch down there.

“I put on my bra, then sat with my legs spread as I slowly put my socks on, one at a time, giving her a really good look. Then I put my dress on, and turned to leave. ‘Audrey’, she called, ‘you’ve forgotten these.” She held out my knickers and I said, “Oh, silly me. Thank you, Miss Jackson.” I stuffed them in my backpack and walked out. I wonder what she thought, and if she pictured me riding home on the school bus with no knickers. It was awesome.”

“You’re just like me, Audrey: a naughty show-off.”

Mum’s car pulls up and we climb in.

Home, we drop our backpacks and take our sneakers off. “Audrey has something to show you, Mummy,” I say. “Go on, let her see.”

Audrey coyly lifts the front of her dress to reveal her knickerless parts, grinning like a fool.

“Holy shit!” Mum croaks. “Have you been like that all day?”

Audrey retells the story of teasing Miss Jackson, and Mum laughs. “So she’s a dyke, then.”

“She’s into little girls, yes,” Audrey affirms, “and she’s certainly into Misty.”

“I tease her, too, Mum. I let her see my cunt when I’m changing. It’s fun.”

“Poor Miss Jackson,” Mum says, “she must be so frustrated. All you lovely nymphets dancing about and undressing and stuff, it must be torture for her.” Audrey drops her dress. “No, lift it up again, I want to take a picture of you.” Audrey looks dubious.

“It’s okay, Audrey,” I tell her, “no one gets to see our pictures except us.”

She hoists her dress up again and beams at Mum’s phone.

“Mummy,” I say, “can we upload the pictures on both our phones into the computer so we can see them on the big screen?”

“Go ahead. You’ll find the connector in the desk drawer.”

I upload everything we took yesterday. Our big TV serves as a monitor, so we sit back on the couch, seeing our pictures one at a time, including me in crotchless knickers, then tied up on the bed, then the close up of my cunt and the shot of Mum’s gaping cunt after I’d fisted her.

I hear Audrey gasp. Wondering if I’ve revealed too much of my sexual adventures with Mummy, I look sideways at Audrey to gauge her reaction. She seems entranced.

“How did it get that big?” she asks, totally awed. “It looks like you just had a baby.”

“It’s a secret… and Misty is my little baby, aren’t you, my darling?”

I smile in agreement. “Now watch this.”

I play the spanking video and to my relief, Audrey laughs. “You guys are so bad!” she says, understating the obvious.

“I hope all this doesn’t come as a shock to you, Audrey,” Mum says. “Misty’s relationship with me is unusual, and many people might be horrified by it. After all, technically it’s incestuous and illegal, but I assure you that everything we do is totally consensual on both sides, and we love each other dearly. I’d never do anything that might harm my little girl, physically or mentally. We’ve slowly grown closer and more intimate over the years, so we’re used to the idea of kinky sex, but to you, it might seem somewhat extreme. You seem to like the pictures and the video, though, so I’m hoping you’re okay with my daughter and me being lovers.”

“Here’s how I feel,” Audrey says, after a pause. “For the last six months, I’ve been admiring Misty every day from a distance, but I never approached her because of what my friends might say. But finally, I just couldn’t keep it to myself, and so yesterday, I wrote that note. I’m so glad I did!

“When Misty and I kissed, I just melted and fell totally in love. It was all very sudden, I know, but all my pent up feelings came pouring out so I was eager and thrilled to play naughty games with her, and you’ve been so nice to me, not to mention how stunningly beautiful you are. Intellectually I know some things are wrong but emotionally, it’s wonderful. I like showing myself off and I just love looking at Misty’s lovely little body, and you seem like an older sister to me. How long have you two been doing this sex stuff?”

“We’ve been sharing pleasure since she was out of nappies, though we haven’t gone all the way until recently. I’ve always thought of Misty as sexy and we’ve always been uninhibited with each other, like being naked and stuff, but it was only a few days ago that we crossed the line into actual sex. So we’re pretty new to this, and we both want you to join us in bed.”

Audrey’s face is aglow. “You only need to go as far as you want with us,” I tell her. “If you feel even the least bit uncomfortable with anything Mum and I do, you can always walk away.”

“I don’t think I’d ever want to walk away,” she says. “I’m head over heels in love with you, Misty, and I’m ready to do anything you like.” My heart is soaring, and I’m wearing a silly grin. Then she looks at Mum. “I’m gay, just like you. I mean, when you looked at my cunt just now and took a picture, it made me feel warm inside. So you can look at any part of me at any time and I won’t mind a bit.”

To show that she means it, she leans back on the couch, lifts her dress again and spread her legs as wide as they’ll go. Mum seizes her chance and snaps a picture. I look at Audrey proudly.

“We’re overdressed, Misty,” Mum says, taking off the jacket of her trouser suit and stepping out of her pants. Below her translucent silk blouse, she has on a pair of vivid turquoise satin knickers, her cunt invisible for once. No matter, she still looks amazingly sexy.

I stand, remove my school dress and sit back down, happy in my knickers and vest.

“Get naked,” I whisper to Audrey. She lifts her bum to slide her dress up and off, and it soon joins mine on the floor. I unhook her bra and let it fall.

“Nice boobs,” Mum comments. “You should appreciate them, Misty — after all, you’ll have yours soon. I’m gonna buy you some bras, sexy see-through ones like Audrey’s.”

I put an arm around Audrey’s shoulder and place my palm on her right boob, feeling her nipple stiffen. Then I lower my head, kiss it, then suck it into my mouth and nurse like a baby.

“Oh, my God!” Mum cries. “I’d love for you to do that to me.” I gave her a look making it clear that I fully intended to do just that. “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”

We gather our clothes, pick up our backpacks and follow Mum upstairs, enticed by the sight of her bum cheeks, cased inexpensive satin.

Once in Mum’s bedroom, Audrey and I sit on the end of her bed and look at my mother expectantly, wondering what she has in mind.

She opens her closet, reaches to the back of the top shelf and brings out a shoebox. “This is some stuff that belonged to my mum,” she says, sitting between us. She lifts the lid and produces a dildo, shaped like a penis with an acorn-shaped head and veins. “This might be a bit big for you girls, so I could buy a smaller one for you to practice with.” Audrey giggles at that.

Then Mum extracts a handful of photographs. “These are of my mother.” I study these pictures of a woman who looks to have been in her twenties at the time, and is just as young and beautiful as Mum is today.

I’ve never seen these pictures of Gran before. She’s in various states of undress and naked poses. In the first, she’s wearing a bra and suspender belt with matching knickers that she holds in her hands, leaving her cunt in full view.

Audrey takes in a sharp breath. Me, all I can do is stare. Who knew that my sweet grandmother was so sexy?

“She died a few years ago and I still miss her terribly,” Mum sighs. “Do you like her taste in underwear?”

“Yes!” we chorus.

“Was she gay, too?” asks Audrey.

“She was like me in spades, a total cunt hound.”

Audrey giggles. “She’s beautiful… just like you, Mrs. Meadow.”

“Oh, please, call me Jo. I want to think of you as my other daughter.” (Oh, this is nice; now I have a “sister”.) “She just lived for lesbian sex and yes, before you ask, she and I did have an incestuous relationship; she taught me everything I know about how to please a woman, and we practiced it almost on a daily basis.”

Audrey looks awestruck. The second picture depicts my grandmother lying in a tub half-filled with water, with Mum seated on the rim at one end, her feet on either side of Gran’s head. Mum, who looks to be eight or so, is naked. Gran’s head is tilted back, mouth open to receive the stream of pee that arcs down onto her face.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey gasped. “Is that you, Mum? She let you pee on her?”

“Yes, she was a dedicated pee drinker. It’s called ‘a golden shower’. Haven’t you seen stuff like this on the internet?”

“My mum’s put parental controls on my computer, so no, I haven’t.”

“We can surf porn on mine,” I tell her, “and look at anything you like.”

The next picture shows Gran sitting on a couch with Mum on her lap, leaning back against her chest. Not only are their legs spread, but Gran’s hands are under Mum’s knees, spreading her legs as far apart as they’ll go. Beneath Mum’s bum, Gran’s cunt can be seen, glistening with moisture. Both have blissful smiles on their proud faces. The whole picture screams, Look at my daughter!

It’s my turn to gasp. This is exhibitionism taken to the absolute limit. It makes me wish that I could’ve licked my mum back when she was a little girl.

The next shot shows Gran on all fours, facing away from the camera and smiling over her shoulder. Preteen Mum is kneeling beside her, pressing her fingers into Gran’s cunt. The young girl’s expression is one of pure joy.

The last one was taken by Gran herself, the camera pointing down her body so we see her firm little tits at the bottom of the frame, and beyond that, the V of her raised, parted thighs. Between them, Mum’s happy little face beams at the camera, hinting at the joy she’s about to experience.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey breathes. “You kissed your mum’s cunt?”

“Kissed it, licked it and sucked on her clit until she came,” Mum says, proudly. Audrey looks incredulous as she stares at the picture, then looks at me. I give her a smug little smile.

“Not you, too, Misty?” Audrey says, her gaze shifting between Mum and me. “I must be in some other kind of universe,” she murmurs.

“My daughter and I have no secrets from each other, and I can’t think of a thing that we wouldn’t do together. Can you, Misty?”

I shake my head vigorously. “No, nothing at all. I’ll try anything with you, Mum.”

Mum rummages through the shoe box, finding hair grips, old lipsticks, an unused tampon and a string of pearls. Lifting them out, she holds them up and we see that it’s more than a foot long.

“I think I know what she did with these,” she says, standing up and taking her knickers off, handing them to me. She sits on the bed, spreads her legs and feeds the pearls, one at a time, into her cunt. Audrey looks on in disbelief.

When all the pearls except for the last two have disappeared, Mum stands in front of Audrey and tells her to slowly pull them out. Nervously, she tugs at the string, and one by one they slide out, glistening with Mum’s honey. She holds them up and as they hang vertically, a drop of juice falls from the lowest one.

“You know what to do, Misty,” Mum says, offering the pearls to me.

I take the pearls, tilt my head back and feed them into my mouth. I suck them clean, then take the string out and lick my lips.

I hand the string to Audrey, telling her “Put them in me,” then lean back and part my thighs. She needs no urging, and pushes them into my cunt — half a dozen, then a few more. She’s giggling. “All of them,” I demand, even though I feel full.

Once the whole strand is packed inside me, I instruct her, “Now pull them out, slowly.” One by one, the pearls pop out, each sending a tiny thrill through my tummy as it emerges. When I’m empty, I’m delighted to see Audrey tilt her head, open her mouth and drop them in. Then she closes her lips and looks at us, her eyes bright.

“That’s my girl!” Mum declares, though whether she means me or Audrey, I’m not exactly sure.

Audrey takes the pearls out of her mouth and hands them to Mum, who looks into the shoebox again. “What’s this?” She takes out a USB memory stick. “Let’s plug it into my laptop and see what’s on it.”

Her screen lights up with a long list of jpeg numbers. She clicks on the first which shows a girl of about ten or eleven sitting on the steps of a public building, her feet up by her bum, legs in white knee socks, spread wide to show off her white knickers, smiling hugely. It has a distinctly last century feel about it. “That’s not Gran. These are pretty old, I think.”

The next one shows a naked girl of about ten or eleven, standing on a beach, looking like something from a family holiday photo. The next shows another smiling young girl, lifting her skirt to show her knickers at mid-thigh, displaying a smooth preteen slit. The third depicts two girls in a garden, both naked, one about thirteen with small boobs and a wisp of pubic hair, the other much younger, kneeling and gazing adoringly at her friend’s cunt. The next girl is squatting in a wood, her knickers pulled to one side, peeing into the dead leaves. Her smile is dazzling. Then we see two girls of about twelve, each with a hand down the front of the other’s brightly coloured knickers, which is all they have on. They share a loving gaze.

“Who are these girls?” I ask, “and how many pictures are there?”

Mom’s brow is furrowed as she studies the files. “Don’t know. Look at the count in the lower left-hand corner. It says 2653. Fucking hell, there’s literally thousands of them!”

“Where would Gran have got these?” I ask. “She couldn’t have taken them herself.”

“No idea. Not off the internet, at least — these are pure child porn. She might’ve bought them from some illegal source. More than one, I’d wager.”

We look at one more: two naked preteens on a couch, their adjacent legs hooked one over the other, their cunts deliberately offered to the camera, welcoming smiles on their faces. They’re obviously eager and delighted to be seen like this. Mum shuts the lid of the laptop.

“Aw, Mummy!” I moan.

“Can’t we see more?” Audrey pleads.

“You will, I promise you, but first I want to vet them all, ‘cos I don’t want you looking at girls sucking guys’ cocks or giving handjobs, or any filth like that. Anyway, if you only look at a few at a time, you’ll appreciate them more. You won’t get – how should I put it – cunt fatigue?”

We laugh. “Cunt fatigue,” I murmur, savouring the expression. “Not much chance of that!”

“Anyway,” Mum says, standing in front of me so that I can pull her satin knickers up, “the real thing is much more exciting. I’m going to leave you two to explore each other’s…”

“Cunts!” Audrey cries.

“That’s right,” Mum says, her smile bathing us in love. She removes the USB stick from the laptop and leaves. Audrey and I fall on the bed, arms around each other, lips locked, thighs pushing between thighs, our pussies getting wetter by the second.

Off to Part Four!

Ripples, Chapter 18

  • Posted on October 8, 2019 at 2:52 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

At 3 o’clock, happy to have taken that first momentous step towards coming out, Jess said goodbye to her workplace team and left to pick up the girls.

On the way, she mulled over how her life had changed. Now that the cat was out of the bag, Jess was determined to be open and honest about her new lifestyle. She’d need to tell the rest of her close friends about Rachel, along with her mum and sister. Given her sister’s preference for women, Jess was certain that Laura would be perfectly fine with the news. In fact, I’m looking forward to seeing Laura’s face when she finds out that her straight-laced sibling is now batting for the other team. Bet her jaw hits the floor!

Jess was a little worried about how her mother would take the news, but reasoned that she would be fine with it as long as her daughter was happy; after all, she already had three lovely grandchildren. Besides, Mum had been so enraged at Mark for deserting Jessica and the girls that she might well understand why her daughter would want nothing more to do with men in general.

Her only remaining worry was that someone might find out what she was getting up to with her daughters. When we get together with Rachel and her girls, Jess told herself, we’ve really got to go over the importance of everyone keeping this thing secret, not sharing it with anyone outside our families.

Pushing these concerns out of her mind, she approached the school and nosed the car up to the curb, waiting for the children to come pouring out. A couple of minutes later, the grounds were teeming with lively youngsters. Soon she spied Katie waiting by the door for her sister, then taking Poppy’s hand when the child came skipping out, dragging her satchel along behind.

As they clambered into the car, Katie up front and Poppy in the back seat, the girls each stretched over to kiss their mum, then settled down, fastening their seat belts.

“How was school today?” Jessica asked.

Poppy beamed as she told her mum about the gold stars she’d earned for her drawings. Katie’s account of her day, however, had Jess frowning in concern.

“Well, Mum, you know Graham Price?”

Jess thought for a moment, “I think so… isn’t he that scruffy boy who always has a group round him, mostly made up of other scruffy boys? Something of a troublemaker, I seem to recall.”

“Yeah, that’s him, Mum. He makes fun of me sometimes, tells me I’m skinny and ugly. Then he laughs, and then all the other boys laugh too.”

“Well, he’s no Brad Pitt. So why haven’t you mentioned this to me before?”

Katie waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s okay, I don’t take any notice. I told Alice, but she said I should just ignore him, ‘cos he’s a smelly little git.”

“Oh, she did, eh?” responded Jess — pleased, though hardly surprised, that Alice had supported her little sister.

“Yeah, so she told me to do it back to him if he was mean to me again, so I did! He called me a stick insect, and I just said I’d rather be a stick insect than a pig who farts all day.”

Looking into the rear view mirror, Jess suppressed a smile, as Katie did seem proud of her achievement. “And what happened then?”

“A bunch of the other boys laughed at him, so he started pouting and walked away.”

“Well done, daughter! Who knows, perhaps he’ll be nicer from now on. Bullies often do back down when you stand up to them.”

As she returned her attention to the drive home, Jess mused about how much Katie had matured over the last few weeks. Not only had her daughter gotten over the crippling shyness she’d had about showing off her body; that smooth, lovely, luscious body — Stop it, Jess, before you drive this car off the road and into a bloody ditch! — but had also developed the confidence to stand up for herself, rather than submit to the foolish insults of schoolyard louts. I wonder if that’s a side effect of being a lesbian.

Before Jess could get any further with this train of thought, she was turning into the driveway at the side of their house, just as Alice approached, carelessly swinging her satchel to and fro. Christ, Alice looks so sexy in that school uniform, Jess thought. Someday I’ll have to ask her to put it on before we fuck. 

As the entire family piled into the hallway, jostling to hand their jackets in the entry closet, Jess said, “Look, girls, I have to pop out to buy a few things, so I’m leaving Alice in charge until I return. It’ll be a couple of hours; when I get back, we can order a takeaway. Now go get out of your school clothes… and don’t scatter them all over the floor, okay? Use the hangers.”

“Sure, Mom!” Katie cried as she raced up the stairs, little Poppy close behind.

Catching Alice’s eyes, Jessica spied a definite glint of mischief, one that made her shiver. Her daughter drew close, speaking quietly. “See you in an hour, Mum. If this goes like I think it will, we’ll have a brand new lesbian in the family.”

Jess placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, you will try to be slow and careful about this, okay? I trust you, but if Poppy seems at all uncomfortable with what you’re doing, let it go.”

“Mum, you know what Poppy’s like,” Alice replied with a grin. “Once she cottons on that it’s something big girls do for fun, we won’t be able to stop her. Don’t worry, just be back in an hour, and be quiet when you come upstairs.”

Jess took a steadying breath. “Okay, one hour.” She reached out to grasp the doorknob, then turned and drew Alice into her arms. Placing a lingering kiss on her daughter’s lips, she turned and left.

Alice waved and closed the door, then paused, steeling herself for the task ahead. She started up the stairs, calling out to her younger sisters as she reached the landing.

“Hey girls, let’s have some fun! Mum won’t be back for hours. You know what that means, right?”

Two heads poked out from behind bedroom doors. Katie just smiled; Poppy cried, “Yeah! Jungle dancing!” and ran back to strip off the rest of her school clothes.

This is going to be so much fun! Alice told herself, gleefully rubbing both hands together. Hastening into her own room, she quickly undressed, folding and hanging her school uniform while running through their plan once more.

When everything was tidied away, she entered Katie’s room through their shared bathroom, just in time to see her sister bending over to put something in her bedside drawer. Alice stopped dead, taking a moment to admire her sibling’s pert bum. She felt an overwhelming urge to lick that cute little rosebud, just as her mum had done, eager to experience her first taste of a girl’s bottom.

Katie stood up, then started at the sight of her big sister, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. “Bloody hell, Ali!” she gasped, “you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry, Kat,” Alice replied, with a sheepish grin. “I was just looking at your bum.”

“Why, what’s wrong with it?” asked Katie as she peered over her shoulder, then moved to the mirrored wardrobe door to see what Alice had been staring at.

“Absolutely nothing. In fact, it’s perfect.” Moving closer, she lowered her voice. “I was just thinking about giving it the same treatment Mum did last night.”

That made Katie smile. “Oh, goody! I hope you can do it as nice as Mum did. Actually, I want to have a go at licking your bum, too. If Mum likes doing it, I bet I would just as much.”

Glancing at the wall clock, Alice said, “Listen, we have an hour before Mum gets back. We have to do this carefully, now… we don’t want to scare Poppy off. Let’s put on some music first, like last time.”

At that moment, their little sister raced down the hallway, now completely naked. Poppy stopped abruptly when she saw her equally bare sisters in Katie’s room. She stood motionless for a few seconds, studying the more developed bodies of the older girls, a warm, funny tingle running through her at the sight.

Poppy had been enthralled by Alice and Katie’s nakedness just one night earlier, when Mummy went out to a meeting, and she and her sisters got to dance around in the family room with no clothes on. They were both so beautiful! At the same time, the seven-year-old felt somewhat envious, wishing she was old enough to grow titties, and to have hair on her bits down below like Alice did.

Then the next morning, Poppy was asleep when Mummy woke her to get ready for school, just like always. Only this time, her mum was completely nude, a sight that gave the child those same hot, tickly feelings. She didn’t know why, exactly… then again, Poppy didn’t put much thought into the whys and wherefores, just took it at face value, telling herself, I like seeing Mummy naked. Alice and Katie, too.

Now she and her sisters were together again, with not a stitch of clothing between them. Poppy couldn’t wipe away the silly grin she wore, thrilled as she was to be playing naughty games with the older girls, to feel that delicious warmth pulsing beneath her tummy.

Both her sisters had turned at the sound of Poppy’s running feet and saw the cute seven-year-old standing at the door, completely nude and staring at them. In turn, Katie and Alice drank in the sight of their cherubic sister. No one spoke for a while.

Poppy finally broke the silence. “Um, are we gonna do jungle dancing again?” she said, nervously twisting her body from side to side, hands clasped before her. “It was fun when we did it before.”

Alice gave her baby sister a big smile. “If you like, Popstar.” Moving over to her dresser, she switched on her small Bluetooth speaker and opened a music app on her phone, quickly selecting a few lively pop songs by a girl group they all liked. Bringing up the first song, she looked up at her siblings. “Ready?” They nodded, and Alice tapped PLAY.

Music filled the room. The three girls eased into the beat and were soon capering about, trying the latest dance moves, each trying to outdo the others and giggling with delight, the two oldest occasionally sharing thrilled glances.

Alice let three songs play, then picked up her phone to stop the music.

Poppy protested, “Hey, Ali, why did you turn it off? I was having fun!”

Alice didn’t look up, just responded, “I’m only changing the music.” She scrolled down the list of songs until she found what she wanted. “Let’s play something a little different. All this jumping about is gonna wear us out, so why don’t we try a slow, sexy dance?”

Katie interjected. “Yeah! Sexy dancing! We can practice with each other, huh?”

“Um, okay,” said Poppy. She was enjoying the fast songs a lot, but was willing to try something different if her big sisters wanted.

The music restarted, this time with Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl,” set at a more moderate tempo. In this case, the song’s subject matter was very much in line with the older girls’ intentions.

The girls began to dance again, only this time Alice and Katie were working their bodies with a sensuality that they’d not displayed before. Poppy quickly fell in, deciding she liked this kind of dancing even better.

As they moved, Alice and Katie drifted together and exchanged a kiss, as if responding to the song, then another, and another. These kisses weren’t overtly sexual, but they held each one a little longer. Then they began to dance closer, bodies touching, arms twining around each other’s waists.

Finally, Poppy interrupted a kiss with, “Hey, that looks like fun! Um, can I do it too?”

Alice gave her baby sister a pensive look. “Mmmm, I don’t know. It might be a bit grown-up for you. What do you think?” she asked, looking at Katie.

Katie shrugged. “Well, it would only be fair, really. We shouldn’t leave our little sister out.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Alice replied. Breaking away from Katie, she opened both arms to Poppy in a welcoming gesture, pouting her lips. Grinning eagerly, the seven-year-old fell into the embrace of her big sister. As their mouths met, Alice placed her palms either side of Poppy’s face to hold the kiss, letting it linger.

“Hey, I want some, too,” Katie interrupted.

She opened her arms to Poppy, who parted from Alice and drifted into a tender kiss with her other big sister. A moment later, the song ended, and the girls exchanged shy smiles.

“Wow, that was the best! I like kissing! Let’s do that some more,” said Poppy.

Alice moved to pick up her phone, but paused in mid-motion, then turned to the others. “I know, let’s put a music video on my laptop instead, that way we’ll be able to copy the dance moves.”

“That sounds cool,” Katie said, knowing full well what her older sibling had in mind.

Alice made a show of searching for something. “Ah, here’s one that’s a bit wicked. I think they banned it from TV, ‘cos it was too sexy. Hmmm. I love it, but I’m not sure Mum would like you seeing this, Poppy.”

The youngster was quick to protest. “Oh go on, Ali, play it! I won’t tell, I promise.”

Alice furrowed her brow, looking as though she was genuinely weighing her options. “Well, okay, long as you promise.“ She clicked PLAY on the first of two videos she’d chosen earlier that morning, and out of the speakers attached to the laptop came the raunchy Christina Aguilera song ‘Dirrty’.

As Alice moved away from the computer, the screen revealed scantily-clad dancers gyrating to a heavy bass rhythm. Poppy stared at the screen for a moment, then turned to see her sisters already copying the sexy moves; gyrating their hips and stroking themselves.

She looked on in awe at their moves — then froze, a puzzled expression on her face as her sisters began to intertwine their legs and run their hands over each other.

Glancing back at the laptop screen, Poppy quickly realized that her sisters were almost copying the wild, sexy movements of the dancers. Turning back to Alice and Katie, she was shocked to see them grinding their bare bodies together.

The child was rooted to the spot, suddenly feeling warm all over. She was experiencing something like the feeling she’d had when her naked mother had kissed her earlier that morning — but even stronger. What is this? What are they doing? Poppy asked herself, feeling a twinge of panic.

Her stupor was broken when Katie called her — for the second time, she realised. “Hey, Pops, what are you waiting for? Come sexy dance with us!” The older girls were still hugging, their bare bodies pressed close together, both of them smiling at her.

Feeling self-conscious, Poppy covered her vulva with both hands. Suddenly, their nakedness felt more weird than fun. Her cheeks were hot as she stared at the floor, mumbling, “I… I don’t know how.”

The music stopped, then Poppy felt Alice touch her shoulder. “It’s okay, sis,” the older girl said, her voice incredibly gentle. “We’ll show you, just do like we do. Come join us… we want you to be in on this.”

Katie said, “Yeah, Popstar, this won’t be nearly as much fun without you. Don’t you want to play big girl games with us?”

Taking a deep breath, the seven-year-old nodded. She did want to play big girl’s games, even if they seemed a little scary. Looking up at her sisters, she smiled back at them and shyly murmured, “Okay.”

“Well then, let’s get sexy!” said Alice with a wide grin, extending a hand to her baby sister. Poppy giggled, her uncertainty quickly fading in the face of her older siblings’ invitation to be naughty.

Alice started the music up again as Poppy moved toward her sisters, who parted to make room for her, then enfolded the child into their embrace.

As the three bodies merged, falling into the song’s driving rhythm, the older girls gently caressed their little sister’s back and shoulders. Then Alice and Katie ran their hands over their own chests, indicating to Poppy that she should follow their lead. She did, then began to move more aggressively, throwing herself into the abandon of the dance.

As Poppy became more confident, Katie reached out to touch her little sister’s flat chest, lightly brushing the tiny nipples. By then, they had become really sensitive, and an electric shiver raced through her body.

Katie thrust her own chest toward Poppy, indicating that the seven-year-old should return the favor. Not wanting to seem afraid — though she was, a bit — the younger sibling hesitantly extended a hand to touch the bare chest of another girl for the first time, feeling the rise of the budding breasts she so longed to have herself.

She looked around at Alice, as if to seek the older girl’s approval, and her big sister responded by moving nearer, offering her more developed breasts up to Poppy’s caress. To the child, these felt more like real titties; not as big as Mum’s, but soft and pliant enough for her to feel their heft.

As the music continued, Alice caught Katie’s eye and gave a brief nod. They each tucked a hand between their legs and began to masturbate, still twisting and grinding to the driving beat. When Poppy noticed, she gave her sisters a puzzled look, but Alice just smiled. “Come on, Pops! Do it with us, it feels great!”

Poppy tilted her head, trying to see what Alice was doing, exactly — then Katie. She still wasn’t quite sure. “Uh, how d-do you–”

“Oh, it’s simple. Easy as falling off your bike. Katie, why don’t you show her?”

Wrapping an arm around Poppy’s chest, Katie reached down with her free hand until it rested just above her little sister’s pubis. She caressed the tender skin for a few seconds before allowing that hand to drift further down — cupping the baby-smooth mons, then lightly tracing the moist slit with two fingers. When Poppy gave a sharp intake of breath, Katie withdrew. “Now you try,” she urged.

Poppy hesitated for an instant, then slid a hand down to touch the rise of her vulva, carefully copying the movements of her sisters. After a moment, her eyes filled with wonder at the realisation of how nice it felt.

“That’s it, Pops!” Katie cooed. “Good, huh? Wanna do that to me and Ali?”

Intrigued by this new game, Poppy reached out to touch Katie, lightly stroking up and down the crease of her older sister’s puffy sex.

“Oh. Oh, yeah,” Katie moaned, her eyes drifting shut.

Pleased with the reaction she’d caused, even if she wasn’t exactly sure why, Poppy turned to her eldest sister. She didn’t want to stop fondling her own slit, but felt an unexpected longing to touch Alice that couldn’t be denied. Heart racing, the seven-year-old extended a hand.

Poppy’s fingers toyed with the soft down that covered her sister’s pubis. Taking a few curls between finger and thumb, she gave them a little tug, causing Alice to jump. Startled, Poppy jerked away, thinking that she might have hurt her sister, but the older girl hastened to reassure her, taking Poppy’s hand and pressing it back between her thighs, causing the child’s middle finger to slip into the warm, moist cleft of Alice’s vagina.

Alarmed, Poppy gasped, snapping her head upward to suss out Alice’s reaction, ready to stammer out an apology for sticking a finger into her sister’s pee-hole. But the words died on the little girl’s lips when she saw that, far from being upset, Alice seemed to love it, a blissful expression on her face. In fact, Poppy couldn’t even withdraw her finger, as Alice had a firm grip on her baby sister’s hand, holding it right where it was.

That odd but pleasurable tingling was surging through Poppy’s slender frame once again as she glanced back and forth between her older siblings. Alice and Katie had never seemed so lovely to her as they did at that moment — their faces dreamy with pleasure, their nude bodies swaying to the now diminishing music.

And she was the one making them feel so good, touching their naughty bits! True, it didn’t seem like something sisters ought to be doing with each other, but that only made the act even more exciting.

As the video came to an end and the music ceased, there was a silence in the room that broke the mood of the moment. The three girls drifted apart, removing their hands from whatever — or whoever — they’d been touching,

Poppy was first to speak. “Cool! Can we, um, put on another song like that?”

This was the moment Alice was waiting for; what happened thus far had only been the prelude to the main course. “Sure, sis, let’s look for one.” She padded over to the laptop, followed by Katie and Poppy. As they all looked at the screen, Alice clicked to close the video, then the one she’d already lined up to follow it filled the screen. It was a frozen image of three teen girls lying on a large bed, staring at a television, naked but for skimpy panties.

Alice gave Poppy enough time to get a good look before exclaiming, “Oops, I forgot that one was open.” She moved the mouse pointer towards the CLOSE button.

“Wait, wait — what are those girls doing, Ali?” interrupted Poppy, pointing at the laptop screen. “How come they’re not wearing anything but their knickers?”

Yes! Alice thought, mentally pumping her fist as she exchanged a thrilled look with Katie, who had known what to expect when her big sister touched the mouse. “Them? Oh, they’re just having some girly fun.”

Poppy frowned as she studied the erotic image. “What’s that mean? Can we watch it?”

Alice turned to Katie. “What do you think, Kat? This is for older girls, and Mum might be angry if she knew we let Poppy see it.”

Before Katie could answer, their younger sister pushed forward and begged, “Please, Ali, let me see it! I won’t say anything to Mummy. May… may Ted Bear catch on fire if I do!”

“Well, if she swears on her teddy, I guess we can trust her,” said Katie. “This is the one we watched the other night, isn’t it?”

“Sure is,” murmured Alice, giving the younger girls a knowing wink. She reached to disconnect the speakers of the laptop. “Let’s all sit on the bed, it’s more comfortable.” Cradling her computer, she seated herself on the right side of her bed, indicating that Poppy should sit next to her. Katie moved around the bed to sit on the other side, leaving their little sister sandwiched in the middle.

“Ready?” The younger girls both nodded, and Alice clicked START.

The screen came to life with the three girls talking and pointing to the television at the foot of their bed, mirroring the scene in Alice’s room. They were watching a pair of girls on the TV who were completely nude, kissing and touching each other. The three girls were silently sprawled out on the bed, concentrating on the television screen.

During this, Poppy asked, “What are those girls watching?”

Katie quickly answered. “Lesbians. You know what a lesbian is, right?”

“Um, I think so… they’re girls who like other girls instead of boys.” She paused, pondered. “What makes girls feel like that, d’ya think?”

Now Alice responded. “Well, maybe it’s because girls are prettier, smarter and way better kissers.”

“Hmmm,” Poppy nodded. That made sense to her, actually. She had never kissed a boy, but suspected that it wouldn’t be half as nice as the kisses she’d just received from her sisters. That’s a different kind of kiss, though, isn’t it?

Before the seven-year-old could ask another question, one of the girls on the screen, a very pretty teen of sixteen or so with long, flowing dark hair, turned to the others and spoke. “Have either of you ever kissed a girl, then?”

One of these, a blonde, said “No,” immediately.

The other girl, who also had long, dark hair, but tied back in a ponytail, hesitated before shyly saying, “I did. It was at a sleepover.” The camera moved to close-ups of their faces, and it quickly became obvious that the two dark-haired girls were twins.

The girl who had begun the discussion asked her twin, “Was it nice?”

“It was, actually,” the ponytailed girl replied. “Her mouth was really soft, and she didn’t shove her tongue down your throat, the way boys do.”

The blonde nervously moistened her lips, then spoke up. “Could we maybe, um, try it?” She gave a shaky laugh. “You know, just to see what it’s like.”

The camera panned over to the TV to reveal the two lesbian lovers using their hands and tongues on each other, then back to the girls on bed. The twin with the ponytail was gazing bashfully at the blonde. “I will, if you like,” she said, and the blonde girl nodded.

Slowly, hesitantly, the two teens drifted together until their lips met. They parted, shared timid smiles, then kissed again, this time allowing it to linger. The blonde was the first to bring her tongue into play, teasing her partner’s lower lip. The ponytailed girl’s eyes widened in surprise, then she eagerly responded. Now the two girls were kissing like lovers.

“Wow,” Poppy breathed, her eyes riveted to the laptop screen.

As her tongue explored the blonde’s mouth, the ponytailed girl began to touch her friend’s breasts, teasing the nipples between fingers and thumb. Not wanting to be left out, the other twin moved behind her sister to nuzzle her neck. Breaking away from the blonde, the ponytailed girl turned to stare at her sibling, then both sisters joined in a kiss that immediately grew hot and eager.

All the while, the Matthews sisters watched in silence, Alice and Katie occasionally glancing at each other above their little sister’s head. The girls on the screen were losing themselves in lesbian pleasures — taking off each other’s knickers, sharing intimate caresses and swapping heated French kisses.

As the onscreen lovemaking grew increasingly intense, the two older sisters exchanged a quick nod, then each girl carefully placed a hand on Poppy’s knee — letting it rest for a moment, then lightly stroking the seven-year-old’s soft thighs, gradually inching higher.

Poppy sat motionless, mouth open in awe as the sex scene unfolded before her on Alice’s laptop. Oh, sure, she’d seen people snogging and doing sexy stuff on TV, but it was always men with women, or boys with girls — and they weren’t stark naked, at least not so everyone could see!

Those familiar tingly sensations were back again, but much stronger this time, and when Katie and Alice began to touch her legs, Poppy’s body started to feel warm all over.

Sensing that the object of their attention was becoming aroused, Alice slid her hand higher, indicating to  Katie that she should do the same, until her index finger was teasing the cleft of Poppy’s sex. Moving slowly, Alice brought her other hand across to Poppy’s chest and used her middle finger to circle a tiny nipple.

The smaller girl jerked at the touch and stared up at her big sister, who just smiled back. “What are you d-doing?” Poppy asked.

“Do you like us touching you this way?” said Alice.

“Um, yeah, I guess.” To the dazed seven-year-old, it seemed like something her sisters shouldn’t be doing, something that might get them all in trouble… but at the same time, it was utterly thrilling, a fun way to be naughty. And it did feel good, Poppy had to admit.

“Oh, we can make you feel even better,” Katie said.

That’s right,” Alice added. “Would you like to try out some of the things that those girls are doing?” She tilted her head in the direction of the laptop screen.

Poppy glanced back at the ongoing sex scene. The blonde was nuzzling her way down the body of one of the twins, her mouth moving steadily nearer to her friend’s tuft of dark pubes. Meanwhile, the ponytailed sister was kneeling behind the blonde teen, gently spreading her bum cheeks open with both hands to expose the girl’s cunt and anus.

Looking up at one sister, then the other, Poppy gulped and slowly nodded. “Um, maybe? But I don’t know what t-to do, will you show me how?”

Placing a tender kiss on the little girl’s cheek, Alice said, “Of course we will. Kat and I know what to do; we’ll teach you everything.”

“Does that mean… um, are you…” Struggling with what to ask — and how to ask it — Poppy finally blurted out, “Are you guys lesbians, then?”

“Yeah, we are,” Katie answered, stroking her baby sister’s tummy.

“It’s true, Pops,” said Alice. “We’re into girls. A lot.”

“I — I didn’t know.”

Alice smiled. “Guess who I really like to fool around with.” Poppy fumbled for an answer, finally shook her head. “No idea?” Reaching out for Katie’s hand, she brought it to her lips, then whispered, “My sweet little sister Katie, that’s who.”

“Y-you do stuff with each other?” Poppy gasped, her eyes widening.

“We do — and it’s great!” said Katie. “I love Alice more than ever now.”

“Would you like to watch us?” Alice said. “We’ll make love for you right here, if you like.”

“Ummm… okay, sure,” Poppy replied, her heart thudding so loudly that it seemed to echo inside her head.

In all honesty, Poppy wasn’t so certain that she wanted to see her sisters do sex. Would it be hot and exciting, or creepy, wrong? She didn’t know… but in the end, curiosity won out. Plus, she didn’t want her beloved older siblings to think she was a scaredy-cat.

“Why don’t you go sit in my desk chair, Pops?” said Alice. “You’ll get a good view that way.” Without a word, the child rose from the edge of the bed, padded over to the chair and sat.

Alice closed her laptop, then put it on her bedside cabinet before turning to her smiling younger sister. They knelt, facing each other, then slowly came together in a kiss, just as the girls on the video had done. The kiss quickly grew heated and passionate. Alice fell onto her back, spreading her thighs as she pulled Katie between them and on top of her.

Poppy’s mouth hung open as she watched her older sisters make out. That weird feeling was stronger than ever, and seemed to be increasingly centred between her legs, right where Alice had been touching her a couple of minutes ago. Without giving it much thought, the little girl placed a hand on her pubis — no rubbing or stroking, just letting it rest there.

As she looked on, Katie licked a trail down Alice’s neck, moving lower as her sister threw her head back and thrust out her chest. Katie took a stiffened nipple between her lips, rolling her tongue around the hard button, nipping it with her teeth. Placing both arms behind her for support, Alice spread her knees even further apart, giving Poppy a glimpse of the glistening interior of her vagina.

Drawing back, Katie sat on her haunches, gazing hungrily at Alice’s sex, then lay down between the older girl’s parted thighs. Alice, whose eyes had been closed as she moaned with pleasure, opened them just enough to steal a quick glance at Poppy. She saw the youngster staring in awe as Katie extended her tongue to take that first juicy lick, and smiled. If this doesn’t make her want to get wild with us, then I don’t know my baby sister.  

Alice peeked at Poppy again — this time, a shiver of excitement rippled through her when she realised that the seven-year-old was clumsily fondling herself, pressing her palm against the baby-smooth slit.

Propping herself up on one arm, Alice reached down between her legs, dipping one finger into her cunt alongside Katie’s busy tongue. She twisted the digit round to gather a coating of the sweet nectar, drawing it out carefully, then reached out to her baby sister, presenting the wet finger. “Here, Pops, want a taste?”

By this time, Poppy was too far gone to even think of refusing her big sister’s offer, especially while watching Katie licking Alice so enthusiastically. She sure seems to like how it tastes! Pushing herself up from the desk chair with trembling hands, Poppy crawled onto the bed to join the older girls.

Now on all fours, the child paused only a moment to look at the proffered finger, coated with the essence of her big sister. She leaned forward slowly and touched it with the tip of her tongue. Sampling the flavor, she then moved forward, taking the length of Alice’s finger into her mouth.

At this, Alice drew in a sharp breath, thrilled at the sight. They’re both tasting me, she thought. Tasting my cunt at the same time.

Poppy sucked until all traces of her sister’s nectar had gone, giddy with the joy she felt at being admitted to her sisters’ naughty secret. As she released the finger from her mouth, she peered bashfully at Alice, who smiled and said, “Well, little sister… do you like it?”

The child nodded. “Um, it’s nice. Sort of sweet, but something else, I don’t know what.”

“Well…. now that you’ve tasted my pussy, I think I should taste yours.” Seeing a surprised look on Poppy’s face, Alice lay back, momentarily causing Katie to cease her lapping as she realised what was going to happen next. Katie paused, licked her lips, then got back to work between Alice’s legs.

With the wave of a finger, Alice murmured, “Come over here, Popstar.” As the seven-year-old moved nearer, Alice told her, “Here, put your leg over me.” Poppy placed one foot on the other side of her sister’s head. As she looked down into Alice’s face, her sister continued, “No, turn the other way, so you’re facing Katie.” When Poppy obligingly switched round, Alice took hold of the little girl’s thighs and gently guided her downward.

Oh, wait, Poppy realised, she wants me to sit down right over her face. Her skin prickled with excitement. Is she going to…?

The child got down on her haunches but, finding it difficult to keep her balance, knelt instead, her legs on either side of Alice’s chest with her pert little bum just above her big sister’s face.

Alice took a deep breath. This is it, what I’ve been waiting for. Now we’re all going to be lovers. She carefully drew Poppy’s tender bottom down to her open mouth.

As her stiffened tongue touched the tiny apricot-like pubis, Poppy jerked, gasping, “Oh!”

Alice reassured her. “It’s okay, Pops. I’m just making love to you. You’re going to enjoy this, I promise.”

Still uncertain about this, but wanting to please her big sister, Poppy lowered herself back down to the waiting tongue. She looked down at Alice’s face, but could only see her chin and lower lip.

At first, Alice just let her tongue gently glide over the outer crease of the child’s silky smooth cunt. Once she was satisfied that Poppy was going to allow her to continue, she brought both hands to the sides of the little girl’s slit and gently pried it open with her thumbs, continuing to trace the opening with the tip of the tongue. After a moment to let her sister get used to being licked, Alice began to delve into Poppy’s vagina.

Poppy held her breath, hardly able to believe what was happening to her. As the warm, wet tongue probed into her most private place, she grew tense, but then told herself, I mustn’t be scared, Alice wouldn’t do anything bad to me. She even called it “making love.” 

That was enough to help the seven-year-old relax — then right away, those things her big sister was doing seemed to feel… oh, wow, it’s so, so, so good! As she found herself carried along on waves of pleasure, Poppy began to emit tiny whimpers.

Alice took this as a signal to roll her tongue around the little girl’s virgin flesh, finding the tiny nub of her clitoris. She gave this some gentle flicks, which elicited a choked cry from her younger sibling.

In the meantime, Katie was watching, aroused beyond belief by the sight of Alice making oral love to their baby sister. Poppy looked so enticing, lost as she was in her very first lesbian experience. Katie longed to be a part of it. Making a decision, she pushed herself up to kneel between Alice’s splayed legs. Reaching down, she pushed two fingers into her older sibling’s pussy, working them in and out, then leaned towards Poppy. Sensing her sister’s nearness, the little girl opened her eyes to see Katie’s face, blurred by the overwhelming giddiness she felt.

Placing a hand on the child’s shoulder, Katie leaned in to kiss her, gently sliding her mouth against Poppy’s, then letting her tongue drift between her sister’s parted lips.

Confronted by this new kind of kissing — the way grownups do it, she realised — Poppy was unsure how to respond, so she just let Katie’s tongue explore her mouth until her nine-year-old sister drew back to whisper, “Kiss me back, Pops. It’s easy, Just do what I do.” Katie returned to kissing Poppy, but now moved her hand down to roll and lightly pinch the little girl’s tiny but very stiff nipple.

Poppy was trembling all over, overcome with a myriad of sensations she couldn’t have imagined before tonight. The soft tongue probing her slit, Alice’s warm hands on her thighs, the tender yet passionate kisses from Katie, those playful fingers toying with her nipples… it overwhelmed the child, drove her emotions to a fever pitch. She wanted to cry, to scream, to break into gales of laughter.

Instead, she obeyed her sister and returned the kiss, engaging Katie’s tongue with hers. She was hesitant at first, but quickly found that she loved kissing this way, loved it!

Casting aside what few reservations she still held, Poppy threw herself headlong into making out with Katie, meeting and matching the nine-year-old’s lustful intensity. Wanting to do even more with her sister, she blindly felt for Katie’s chest, palming the girl’s barely-there breasts, feeling the nipples tighten to her touch.

Down below, Alice continued to feast on her baby sister, loving the taste of Poppy’s honey. She’s sweeter than Katie or Mum, she decided. Sort of tangy, like lemon squash.

Just then, a shudder raced through the little girl’s frame. I bet she’s about to come, Alice decided. Well, let’s make it one she’ll never forget.

Placing a finger at the entrance of Poppy’s cunt, Alice tilted her head back slightly to wiggle the tip of her tongue into the crack of her baby sister’s bum. Taking a long, deep lick through the child’s anal cleft, Alice slipped her finger into Poppy’s vagina.

This was too much for the little girl. Breaking her kiss with Katie, she threw her head back and wailed out as her first orgasm came crashing down, shaking her slight body like a rag doll. Unable to help herself, she let a small stream of pee flow onto Alice’s chin, some of it spilling into her mouth.

Horrified, she wrenched herself away, swinging her leg over Alice’s head and dropping back onto the bed, shaking violently and sobbing. As she began to calm down, Poppy mumbled, “I’m s-s-sorry, Alice; I didn’t mean to do that.”

Concerned for their baby sister; both girls moved to comfort her. “It’s okay, Pops, really,” Alice murmured. “I didn’t mind. Actually, it didn’t taste bad at all.”

Seeing that Alice was genuinely happy, Poppy said, “Really, it was okay?”

Alice grinned. “You betcha. It was really sexy. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”

Poppy flung her arms up to hug Alice. “Thanks, Ali — and you too, Kat,” she sighed, moving to embrace her other sibling. “That… oh, wow, it was the best thing ever!” She giggled. “I s’pose that means I’m a lesbian too, huh? I didn’t know it could be so good!”

“Oh, that was just the start,” Alice said. “We’re going to have lots of fun from now on; in fact, we’re just getting warmed up. Who wants to make love again?”

Both her younger sisters raised their hands in a flash. “I have an idea. Let’s make a daisy chain.”

Both girls looked at her, confused. “What’s a daisy chain?” Katie asked.

Alice smiled. “It’s something I saw girls do on the internet,” she said. ‘Okay, here’s how it works…”

***

Jess had been completely distracted on her way into town, almost driving into the verge of the country road at one point. She’d forced herself to focus until she reached one of the car parks, away from the shop, where she sat staring out the windscreen for a few minutes, wondering how to pass the time.

She didn’t really want to be seen by her staff, so Alice strolled down to the quiet end of the high street, staring into shop windows without really seeing anything, perusing menus outside the town’s many restaurants. Eventually, she got to the little old Stieff bear shop, recalling how excited Poppy had been when Mark bought her Ted.

Finally, Jessica simply wandered aimlessly, constantly checking her watch until forty minutes had passed since she left home. Deciding she could wait no longer, she strode with purpose back to her car.

Five minutes later, she was home. Pulling onto the drive at the side of the house as quietly as she could, Jess eased the car door shut and moved carefully to the front door. Once inside, she moved slowly and noiselessly, leaving her handbag, jacket and shoes in the kitchen, and crept up the stairs in bare feet, the thick carpet masking her tread.

Upon reaching the landing, Jess only heard silence at first. She began to wonder where the girls were until she detected muffled moans coming from Alice’s room. Her excitement immediately began to mount. Looks like Alice and Katie might actually have pulled this off, she thought.

Inching her way forward, she reached the doorway, then paused to listen, breaking into a smile. It was obvious from the sounds, which she now recognised as the slurping of tongues and sighs of pleasure, that her daughters were most definitely engaged in sexual activity.

Mission accomplished! Jess exulted, resisting the temptation to pump her fist.

She decided not to peep into the room just yet in case she made a noise, like when she’d caught Alice and Katie making love. Instead, she crept back to her own room, pushing the door almost shut, then proceeded to disrobe, stripping completely naked. As she went to open the door, she decided to slip on her light robe. Pulling the ties to, she stepped into the hallway and crept back to Alice’s room, pausing again to take a deep breath.

Nudging the door open ever so slightly, Jessica leaned around the door frame to confirm who was actually in the room before making an entrance. She confirmed with a quick glance that all three daughters were on the bed, lying in a tangle of bare bodies. Straightening up, she stepped quietly into the doorway.

Jess was greeted with the sight of three young girls, all nude, linked in a triangle. Katie was lying on her side with one leg flat and the other bent at the knee; between them, Alice had her mouth glued to Katie’s pussy. Katie was nursing from the sex of Jessica’s baby girl Poppy, who was lying in the same position. Poppy’s flame-red hair was spread across the bed and she was licking vigorously at the pussy of her big sister.

Jess was lost for words at this wondrous sight. She stood motionless, taking in the sights and sounds of her daughters, all three immersed in the delights of lesbian love.

Bracing herself, she took a step forward. “And what do we have here, then?”

All three girls reacted at the sight of their mother, her arms folded, standing in the doorway. They froze, but only Poppy had a look of fear, while her sisters wore enigmatic smiles like the Mona Lisa.

Jess spoke before anyone could react. “I’m very disappointed in you girls. I go out for a few minutes, and this is what you get up to?” She played along just as Alice, who was trying hard not to laugh, had suggested she should.

Seeing that little Poppy was about to start crying, she quickly continued. “I mean, you could have at least waited for me.”

Poppy’s expression turned to one of puzzlement. What does she mean? Why isn’t she mad at us? Then another question crossed her mind. Why is Mummy in her robe?

She got her answer when Jessica pulled the ties of her robe, allowing the garment to open and expose her naked form underneath. She shrugged the silken material off her shoulders to let it fall to the floor, then drew closer to the bed. “Well, I hope that someone is going to invite me to join this little party.”

Climbing onto the bed, she reached out for Alice, pulling the teen in to kiss her deeply, their tongues sparring back and forth. Then Jessica beckoned Katie into her arms, sharing an equally fervent kiss with the younger girl.

Finally letting Katie go, Jess smiled at her baby girl Poppy, whose eyes were absolutely huge.

Poppy stared into her mum’s face, struggling for comprehension. She turned to her sisters for support — or at least some clue to what was happening — only to find that they too were smiling, sitting close with their arms around each other.

On the verge of confused tears, she turned back to her mother. “M-Mum, I don’t understand. And — and why haven’t you got any clothes on?”

“It’s okay, Pops,” Alice said in a soothing tone. “You see, there’s one little thing me and Katie didn’t tell you about…”

On to Chapter 19!

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