Sisters & Daughters, Part 11 – The New Adventures

by Buck

November 2004 - This takes place about four weeks after part 10, the day after Thanksgiving, November 26. Please read the previous parts of Sisters & Daughters for the whole story, especially parts 9 & 10. I know my stories are longer because I’m not splitting them in two any longer. Please let me know if this is too long to read in one sitting. Should I go back to two part, shorter stories?

Friday afternoon, the day after Thanksgiving: Angelica, cute strawberry blond, eyes closed, chin slightly lowered, fingers caressing the keys of the piano, a white short sleeved dress to her knees, white slippered feet on the pedals.

Her step sister Demi, tall blond, looking at the camera as if staring down an opponent, chin up, fingers gripping a basket ball, red basket ball uniform, white socks, red sneakers, the words “Lady Warriors” in white on her chest.

Dulcy took one step back to take in both of the fifteen year olds, Demi standing by the side of the piano, Angelica seated on the piano bench, her fingers on the keys. She snapped off a half dozen shots, handed the camera to her daughter, Lena, who handed her another with a new roll of film.

Dulcy turned suddenly, pushed her gold hair out of her face one handed. “Something sexier?”

The teenagers’ mothers sitting quietly on the sofa exchanged looks. Samantha shrugged. Angelica’s mother, Carolyn asked, “What do you have in mind?”

“Just a little skin. Demi? Sit beside Angel facing the opposite direction. Um, unbutton Angel’s dress, and then take your top off…and the sports bra. Hold the basketball in front of your chest.” While Demi did as she was asked, Dulcy looked at Carolyn and Samantha. “Okay?”

Both mothers nodded, a little smile playing on Samantha’s lips. Dulcy turned back to the girls and moved closer and behind Angelica. Demi watched Angelica as she began playing something by Mozart. “That’s really pretty,” she told her sister/ lover.

Angelica smiled, turned to Demi, who dropped the ball to her lap. While still playing the piano, Angelica quickly kissed Demi, then pulled back with a playful smile. Dulcy’s camera caught all the action. Demi began pulling Angel’s dress down off her shoulders. Angel pulled her arms out of the sleeves while still playing and left it pool around her waist. She wasn’t wearing a bra and now both teen girls were naked from the waist up.

Demi swung her right leg around to straddle the piano bench, one knee touching Angel’s lower back and the other knee touching Angel’s knee. Demi’s hand fondled Angel’s small soft pink skinned breast, squeezing, caressing as Angel’s fingers continued to stroke the keys. Demi’s hand moved up to Angel’s neck, jaw, chin. She gently turned Angel’s face towards her. Demi’s lips sought out her lover’s mouth. Her tongue grazed Angel’s plump red lips opening the moist flower that was her mouth. Demi’s pink tongue caressed Angel’s teeth, until Angel’s tongue came out to meet her sister’s.

The silence of the piano was startling. Dulcy stopped shooting, handed the camera to Lena. “Hooooo Kay. I guess that’s about it. I don’t want to get pornographic here. I have to be careful.”

Demi’s hand was now in Angel’s lap working its way underneath the white dress. Angel’s hands were on Demi’s back and breast.

“Cut, girls!” Lena yelled. “That’s enough! Break it up!”

“Oh, let them go,” Dulcy told her daughter.

Angelica broke their kiss, sighed, turned her attention back to her piano. “I really want to finish my practice.” Her fingers began again to dance across the keys. Demi smiled briefly then lowered her face to Angel’s lap. Her fingers pulled up the hem of her dress, and her face rested on the crotch of her step-sister’s panties. Angelica brought her thighs together tightly. “Demi! Some other time. I need to practice right now.”

Demi, without lifting her head, breathed deeply. “I smell you,” she whispered. “You want me.”

Angelica stopped playing. “Maybe. But it can wait.”

“I want you. Can I wait?”

“You will just have to wait. You need to!”

“Play,” Demi told her. “Play for me and I’ll play for you.”

Demi’s finger began drawing designs against Angel’s white panties, as her breath made warm, moist contact with the cotton material. Angel’s fingers ran through Demi’s long blond hair. Demi usually loved it when her girlfriend played with her hair, but this time Angelica slowly worked up her hair in her fist and yanked hard, bringing Demi’s head up. “I. Said. No!”

Angelica jumped to her feet, stumbled around the piano bench, fumbled her arms back into her sleeves, then struggled to button her dress. She roared in frustration, grabbed her purse from the recliner and stomped towards the front door.

Her mother Carolyn called, “Angel? Where are you going?”

“Out! If I’m not back by supper, I’ll call.” The door slammed behind her.

Demi stood, pulled her tank top over her head. “I should go after her.”

“No. Don’t.” It was Samantha, Demi’s mother, who spoke. “She’s upset. You’re the one who upset her.”

“What did I do?”

“She needs time to cool down. And I think you need time to think about what just happened between you two.”

“Fine!” Demi stormed out of the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with Angelica. “I’ll be waiting upstairs when she comes back.”

“Well,” Dulcy said. “I think I’ll be going. When I have the film developed I’ll be back and we can decide which ones I can put in my book.”

“I want to apologize for the way the girls behaved,” Carolyn told her.

“Oh, that’s alright. We’re all mothers here, right? I understand.”

Angelica had only managed to button the top button on the back of her dress, at her neck, but it was enough to keep it from falling down. She stormed down the street, ranting to herself, arms waving about, when suddenly she stopped at the corner. Where was she going? She put her hand on the stop sign pole. She really had no where to go.

She was fifteen, couldn’t drive, didn’t have a job…and didn’t have any real friends. There were a few kids at school whom she talked to, but that was just small talk, or passing on gossip. The only ones she had in her life that she could talk to were her mother and Demi. Since they had been ten, Demi had been her entire world. Demi had convinced her that she didn’t need anyone else. Demi was her best friend, lover, sister, everything. As if one person could fulfill all her needs. She sat down on the curb.

She loved Demi, it was true, but Demi couldn’t be everything to her. It’s just not humanly possible. Angelica decided she needed to talk to someone outside the situation. She needed to talk to someone about everything going on in her life. But not just anyone was going to accept that she had a physical relationship with her step sister. At the age of fifteen. She needed to talk to someone who would understand everything about her, and accept it without judging her.

Evelyn came to mind, she was her mother’s best friend, or maybe Luann. She seemed nice. But she couldn’t walk the four miles to their house. Maybe Demi could. She was the athlete. But Angelica was a little more delicate than that. She was cold, too. Stupid of her to storm outside in a thin dress and no coat in November. There was only one place she could walk to before she froze to death. She turned north and began walking up Progress Avenue.

Tonya heard the doorbell ring and ran downstairs, expecting Tammy. She walked past her living room where her father and his new girlfriend, Maris, were watching television. “Didn’t you hear the doorbell?” she asked as she passed them.

“We heard you coming,” her father told her.

Opening the door, Tonya stepped back seeing someone unexpected. It was a different red head who stood on her front porch. “Angelica? What are you doing here?”

“C-c-c-can I come in? I’m -f-f-freezing out here!” The girl was shivering with her arms hugged around herself.

Tonya stepped back. “Oh, yeah. Come in warm up.” She led the girl back into the living room and over to the stairs. “It’s just Angel, my friend,” Tonya told her father. “We’re going up to my room.”

Tonya led Angelica upstairs to her bedroom, closing the door. “Mind if I call my mom?” Angelica asked.

“Sure. Sit down,” Tonya indicated her bed.

Angelica sat on Tonya’s bed and pulled her cell phone from her purse. As she pushed the buttons she watched Tonya watch her. “Hello, Mom?” Pause. “Yeah, I’m okay. Didn’t want you to worry.” Pause. “I’m at a friend’s house. Don’t worry. Okay?” Pause. “I’m at Tonya’s place. I’ll be home for supper.” Pause. “I’m sorry I stormed out. See you later. Bye.”

Tonya sat next to her. “You’re still cold.” She put a friendly arm around her. “So, you stormed out, huh? I’ve done a little storming out in my time. Want to talk about it?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“Wait. I know what you need.” Tonya sprang to her feet and went to her dresser. She started opening drawers, pulling out clothes. “Here. Put this stuff on. You’ll warm up.” On the bed Tonya had thrown a pair of jeans, socks, a tee shirt, a sweat shirt, and a bra. “I think we’re about the same size. You can borrow a pair of sneakers if you want to, too.”

Angelica picked up the plain white bra, looked at Tonya, raised her eyebrow.

“I, uh…noticed that you weren’t…wearing one.” Tonya turned towards her door. “I’ll be right back. You want milk in your hot chocolate?”

“Um, yes. Thank you.”

Downstairs Tonya passed through the living room. “I’m just making hot chocolate,” she called to her father. Four minutes later she was marching back up the stairs with a large mug of hot chocolate.

Tonya knocked quietly on her bedroom door. “It’s just me,” she called as she entered her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Angelica had changed into the jeans and sweat shirt. She reached for the hot chocolate. “Oh, thank you.”

“You are most welcome.” Tonya sat back on her bed beside Angelica.

After a few minutes of silence, Angelica said, while studying her mug, “You didn’t stay to watch me change.”

Tonya put her hand on Angelica’s knee. “I’ve seen you naked.”

“And you didn’t want to again?”

“Of course I did,” Tonya said quickly. “I just didn’t need to. Not right now.”

Angelica lifted her face, smiled. “I was hoping that you would have been at Tammy’s new house last month. When we came over with our moms.”

“Sorry. I was with Tammy at Jane’s Halloween party.”

“I know.” Angelica sighed. “I had a fight with Demi.” Tonya waited for more. “She’s so…I don’t know. Possessive.”

“What did she do?” Tonya moved her hand up to Angelica’s shoulder.

“It’s not just this time. She just acts like she owns me. Like I don’t have anything else to do but have sex with her all the time.”

“All the time?”

Angelica nodded. “Feels like it.” She shook her head. “I was trying to practice my piano…and she wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“I didn’t know you played the piano.”

“I know. I don’t talk about it. I’ve been playing for about a year. I started at the beginning of school last year.”

“Sounds like it’s important to you.” Tonya’s hand moved to between Angelica’s shoulder blades.

“It is. Hey, do you want to come to my recital next week?”

“Sure. Thanks for asking.”

Angelica finished her hot chocolate, placed the mug on Tonya’s night stand. “When we were in Girl Scouts together…you always fascinated me. You were so mysterious and…dark.”

Tonya smiled. “So you really didn’t mind when I won you in that strip poker game two years ago.”

Angelica smiled back. “No. I wish we could have had more time together.”

Tonya put her arm around the red head, pulled her into a hug. “Are you warm enough yet?”

“You can hold me longer. If you want.” Angelica nuzzled her nose into the side of Tonya’s neck. She whispered into Tonya’s ear, “I feel so lonely sometimes. Trapped. Smothered. And alone.”

Tonya pulled back slightly to look into Angelica’s green eyes. “You have Demi.”

“You don’t understand. We’re not like you and Tammy. We’re in the same family. We live together. She’s always there. I feel like…I don’t have a choice.”

“You have a choice,” Tonya said seriously. “You have a choice who you…love.”

“That’s not it. I love Demi. Just sometimes I don’t like her very much. Is that weird?”

Tonya wasn’t sure who kissed whom, but their lips were in contact and she felt Angelica relax in her arms, and open her mouth. In a moment, the dynamic changed and Angelica pushed Tonya down on her bed, her lips on Tonya’s neck and ears. She pulled up the hem of Tonya’s tee shirt and began licking and kissing her flat belly, tonguing her navel. Tonya’s fingers played with Angelica’s hair, as she giggled. “That tickles.”

Angelica ignored her as her fingers worked on the snap and zipper of Tonya’s jeans. Tonya lifted her hips as Angelica’s hands worked to pull her jeans down over her hips. Then the black panties came down Tonya’s thighs. Angelica’s mouth went to work on Tonya’s belly, pubic mound, thighs, and zeroed in on her vulva. Tonya spread her thighs as far as she could with her jeans around her knees, as Angelica’s tongue tickled her labia making her wet. Angel’s fingers spread Tonya’s lips so that her clitoris poked out. Angel’s tongue snaked out and wiggled against the erect, red clitoris, as her fingers slowly entered Tonya’s quickly lubricating vagina.

Tonya’s fingers wrapped themselves in Angel’s red hair, pulling her mouth closer to the center of her passion. In a few minutes Tonya’s hips bucked once, twice, three times, and she let out a low moan.

As Tonya came down from the crest of her wave, Angelica crawled up her body, and kissed her on the mouth. “Feel better?” Tonya asked her.

“Yeah,” Angelica smiled down at her. “I guess I do. Thanks. I sure needed that.”

Tonya’s hand was playing with Angel’s hair. “Happy to help.” Angelica climbed off the bed, grabbed her purse. With her hand on the doorknob Angelica turned back to study the dark haired girl. Tonya asked, “Wanna do this again sometime?”

“I’ll let you know. Thanks again. I’ll let myself out.” And Angelica was out the door, leaving Tonya lying on her bed with her jeans down around her knees.

Tonya had gone to the bathroom to clean herself up when she heard Tammy come up the stairs. They met in the hallway and entered Tonya’s bedroom together. “Your dad let me in,” Tammy told her. “I see that Maris is here already.”

“Yeah. She’s been here all day. And will be all night, too.”

As she sat herself on Tonya’s bed, Tammy sniffed the air. “Have you been playing with yourself?” Tammy grinned at her.

Tonya shrugged. “Sorry. I couldn’t wait.”

“Thinking of me? Or thinking about Maris?”

“Shhhh. I don’t want her to hear.” Tonya closed her bedroom door. Tammy had laid herself on Tonya’s bed, stretched out, shoes off. “Thanks for sleeping over, and helping me with the ‘Drive Maris crazy’ plan.”

“Any thing to avoid sleeping at home.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“I get woken up about three times a week, either by the mother ghost or the daughter ghost. Sometimes both.”

“They didn’t bother us when I slept over.”

“They didn’t bother you!“ Tammy corrected her. “You just sleep through it. I think you could sleep through an earthquake.”

“Well, it’s not like these ghosts are noisy.”

Tammy smiled at Tonya climbing on the bed to lie next to her. “No,” Tammy told her. “Theses two ghosts are just nosey. It’s not any fun getting a cold ghost nose in your twat in the middle of the night.”

Tonya kissed her girlfriend. “Can you believe these ghosts are lesbians?”

“After we drive Maris crazy I want you to help me find out who these ghosts are.”

“I thought they were the woman and little girl who were killed there.”

“Probably, but I want to track down someone who knew them. Like, I want to know, were they lesbians before they died? Why did the father kill them?”

“Getting all Nancy Drew on me?”

“Maybe…” Tonya heard the light footsteps of someone coming upstairs. She climbed off the bed slowly, opened the door a crack and spotted Maris just as she turned into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Tonya put her finger to her lips to tell Tammy to be quiet, then opened her bedroom door about six inches. She pulled her shirt off, threw it in a corner, peeled her jeans off and stood revealed in black bra and panties. She climbed on the bed and atop Tammy, began kissing her neck and ears. They heard the toilet flush, the water run in the sink. Tonya pulled Tammy’s shirt up to reveal her white bra, and began kissing the exposed part of her breasts. The girls heard the bathroom door open and Maris step out. She hesitated at the top of the steps. Tonya lifted Tammy’s bra up, away from her breasts, revealing her little pink nipples. She lowered her mouth to her right breast tonguing the nipple hard, while her fingers played with Tammy’s other nipple.

It was two long minutes before they heard Maris’ feet on the stairs, going down. Tonya stopped what she was doing and got to her feet. Tammy’s hand was between her thighs. “Hey, don’t stop. Come back here.”

Later that night Tammy was woken up by Tonya’s snoring. She rolled her naked girlfriend over on her side, facing away from her. Tammy sat up in bed now, the blankets falling away from her naked chest. She crawled over Tonya. Now she had to go to the bathroom. She almost stepped out of the bedroom naked, then thought better of it and grabbed what she thought was Tonya’s nightshirt from the back of the rocking chair. She quickly pulled it over her head and went to the bathroom.

When she had finished and was coming out, she ran into Maris standing just outside of the bathroom door. Maris went, “Oh,” very quietly, and stepped back. “I thought you were Tonya. At least I hoped you were.”

Tammy just said, “Oh?”

Maris felt like she had to explain. “I wanted to talk to her. But not in front of her father. I thought…maybe…”

“Maybe the middle of the night would be a good time?”

“Yeah.” Maris shrugged. She was wearing a green night shirt that fell to her knees. “Silly, I guess.”

“No,” Tammy whispered. She looked in at the snoring Tonya. “Why don’t we talk? Let’s go down to the kitchen.” As Maris followed the teenager, Tammy was suddenly aware of her nakedness under…what was she wearing? It was some kind of white short sleeve dress. She didn’t know Tonya had such a thing. Tonya was more into black.

In the kitchen Maris and Tammy got out the chocolate marshmallow ice cream from the freezer, and sat at the kitchen table eating in silence, until Tammy asked, “What did you want to talk to Tonya about?”

“Oh, well, I was just wondering…” Maris hesitated.

“What?”

Maris took a deep breath. “Does Frank know that you’re sleeping with his daughter?”

“You were watching.” It came out as just an observation, not an accusation.

“I heard you first. Then I looked in. I imagine it was Tonya’s idea to leave her door open. She wanted me to see you guys?”

Tammy looked down at the table. “Guilty, as charged.”

“Why?”

“Because…because…Tonya has a warped mind. I mean I love her, but she has these ideas. She likes showing off, teasing.”

“Oh? And how ‘bout you?” A smile played on Maris’ lips. “Do you like showing off and teasing, too?”

“Sometimes,” Tammy admitted.

“You still didn’t answer my question. Does Frank know?”

Tammy shook her head. “Probably not. He should. By now. But I guess he just doesn’t pay attention enough.”

“To Tonya?”

Tammy took a couple more spoonfuls of her ice cream. “Tonya’s mom died when she was only five, and…” Frank started molesting Tonya, Tammy thought, but didn’t say. “And Frank has mostly ignored her since. She spends so much time at my house, my mom has more or less adopted her. It seems like, to me, anyway, that Frank would be happy to just forget he even has a daughter.”

They finished their ice cream in silence, Maris rinsing out the bowls in the sink. Before Tammy turned to go back up the stairs, she asked, “Are you going to tell Frank? About me and Tonya?”

Maris shook her head no. “Does your mom know? About you and Tonya?”

Tammy turned back at the bottom of the stairs, smiled at Maris. “My mom knows everything about me. She knows that I’m in love with Tonya.”

Maris grabbed Tammy by the arm. “Wait a minute. I almost forgot.” Maris steered Tammy into the living room, turned on a lamp. “What did Tonya think was going to happen? With you two showing off in front of me? Did she want me to tell her dad? Does she want to break us up?”

Tammy sat on the edge of the couch. Maris stood over her. “Okay.” Tammy took a deep breath, let it out. “She thought she could…I don’t know, turn you on, maybe.”

“Why would she want to do that?”

“I told you. She doesn’t get enough attention. I can only do so much. She likes attention, especially from women. I guess because her mom’s gone.”

Maris sat beside Tammy, placing her hand on Tammy’s bare thigh. “Is she hoping I’d be gay? So maybe she could take me away from her father? Or drive me away?”

“I don’t know. I told you, Tonya has a twisted mind.”

Maris’ hand moved up Tammy’s thigh, holding it, but not too tightly, pushing back the hem of the white dress. Maris’ lips came close to Tammy’s ear. “You said that you like to show off, too. Do you want to show me your panties.”

Tammy was stunned for a second, then turned her face so that her lips were less than an inch from the older woman’s. “I’m not wearing any…panties.”

“Neither am I.” Maris said, and just brushed her lips against Tammy’s. Tammy’s mouth opened, her tongue snaked out, but Maris was gone. Maris turned at the bottom of the stairs. “Good night now. Sleep tight.” And Maris pranced quietly up the stairs.

Tammy’s jaw dropped open. Adults, she thought. Another adult did it to them again. Just like when she and Tonya were trying to seduce Carolyn, and they got the tables turned on them. Somehow, Maris had pulled the truth out of Tammy. Tonya was going to be mad.

Saturday morning: Maris had to man the desk and phone at Donaldson Real Estate. She doubted that anyone was going to come in the office, or call, on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, but her broker had ordered her to be here. She sat there reading a magazine, thinking about what else she could be doing.

Her mind drifted back to the night before and how she teased Tammy with that light, little kiss. She felt the blood rush to her genitals. Tammy wasn’t a little cute ten year old, like Annie, but she was under age. What was it about underage girls? Maris wasn’t even attracted to adult women. She wasn’t gay! Was she? Maybe it was about dominating, or just teasing, someone younger than she was, being in charge. Had little Annie’s aggressiveness three months back make her want to re-establish control with another girl? Such questions to be asking herself!

The bells above the front door rang as someone pushed it open, interrupting her self analyzing. In walked Luann, Annie’s mother. Maris was on her feet and moving towards the tall Hawaiian woman before she even realized what she was doing. “Luann? What are you doing here?” Maris moved towards the front desk, walking backwards, guiding Luann to the chair in front of the desk. “Sit. I’m glad you’re here. I’m slowly being bored to death.” After Luann sat, Maris said, “You can’t be ready to sell the house already.”

Luann laughed shortly. “No. Although the kids aren’t too happy. What with the ghosts and all.”

Maris smiled, thinking Luann was joking. “Right. The ghosts. So what can I do for you?”

“I was hoping your broker was in. I wanted to ask her to sponsor me.”

Maris was still for ten seconds. “Sponsor you?”

“I’m taking real estate classes. You inspired me. I want to be a realtor too. Maybe work here. I think it would be great to work with you.”

“You want to work…here? With me? You’re not mad? You’re not mad at me?”

“Whatever for?”

“For…for you know. That thing with Annie.”

“Oh!” Luann waved her hand. “I’m not angry about that. Annie’s such a…a”

“A tease?”

“Yes. For a ten year old she can act very sophisticated. I know you didn’t mean any harm. Annie told me everything. How it was all HER idea. How SHE kissed YOU. SHE showed you her panties. YOU didn’t make her do anything.” Both women were chuckling now.

“I’m so sorry for all that,” Maris told her.

“NOT your fault,” Luann told her. “Oh, by the way,” She caught Maris with her eyes. “Do you still have Annie’s panties?”

An hour later, Luann walked into Madeline’s Restaurant on Market Street. She spotted her sister-in-law, Evelyn, waving to her from a back booth. She sat herself beside Tammy’s mother, who was the spitting image of Tammy, and opened her purse, down on the seat where no one else could see.

“Look what I have,” Luann said.

Evelyn took a long look inside Luann’s purse. She hesitatingly reached a hand in and pulled the item slowly to the light. She was holding a pair of blue nylon panties by the waistband. They were still warm and smelled faintly like someone had only recently been wearing them. Evelyn raised an eyebrow in Luann’s direction.

Luann smiled wickedly. “Until a little while ago, these belonged to Maris…”

“You didn’t..?”

“And now they’re mine!” Luann giggled. “All mine!”

“How? Why?”

Luann pushed the panties back into her purse, closed it. “A trade. Fair and square. She still has Annie’s panties. So I told her she had to give me a pair of hers. She said the only pair she had right now were the ones she was wearing. I said fine. I’ll take those.”

“You are soooo bad,” Evelyn told her.

“I know. Now sush. Louise is coming.”

A tall, thin woman with wild auburn hair came over to their booth. “May I join you ladies?”

“Of course. Sit,” Evelyn told her.

“Thank you for meeting me here,” Louise began.

“Sure,” Evelyn said. “Especially if you’re buying. Madeline’s is the most expensive restaurant in town.” Louise’s eyes went wide for a moment. Evelyn touched the back of her hand lightly with her fingertips. “I’m kidding. Relax. We’ll go Dutch.”

“For being the most expensive,” Luann said, “the service should be better.”

“I told the waitress to wait until she saw three of us. And here she comes now.”

After the waitress took their lunch orders, Louise began, “First, I just want to say how glad I am that my daughters made friends with such great girls as yours. Laura has been friends with Nicky since they were in kindergarten, and now Bethy has made friends with Annie.”

“Why do I hear a but coming?” Evelyn asked.

“I’m just concerned with what’s been happening lately. And maybe you can put my fears to rest.”

“I’m sure we can,” Luann said. “What ever it is, I’m sure it’s nothing.” Luann lightly touched Louise’s arm. “Has my Annie done something wrong?”

Louise’s fingers started playing with her silverware. “Annie is so…friendly with Bethy. They hug and…kiss a lot. I know they’re only ten, but do you think they could be…” Louise leaned forward, lowered her voice. “Lesbians?”

Luann and Evelyn both chuckled, trying to hold back laughing in the poor, distraught mother’s face. Evelyn leaned back. “Don’t you like lesbians?”

Louise was suddenly flustered. “No, no. It’s not that. I’m sure lesbians are a fine bunch of….well, anyway. No, I’m not prejudice. But I think that they’re just too young to decide such things. When Bethy turns eighteen, she can decide for herself if she wants to be…if she wants to…kiss girls. And stuff.” Louise paused and looked back and forth between Evelyn and Luann. “Am I over reacting?”

“Yes,” Evelyn stated simply.

“A little,” Luann added. “I’ve seen Annie and Beth together. I think that they really get along wonderfully. I think it’s great that they found each other at such a young age. You know, to be best friends like that. It’s amazing really.”

Evelyn leaned across the table towards Louise. “ I think you should know something. I’m a lesbian. And if Annie or my Nicky or Tammy turnout to be lesbians, then that’s just fine with me.”

Louise stiffened. “I know. Laura has told me. Like I said, I’m not prejudice. If I was, I wouldn’t let Laura and Beth visit your house. I don’t care what your sexual preference is, but since you are a…” Louise lowered her voice again, “a lesbian, I thought you would have a better perspective than I do. I’m not saying that anything is wrong with your…life style, but it must be hard. Isn‘t it?”

Evelyn laid her hand on top of Louise’s to stop her from playing with the silverware. To her credit, Louise didn’t pull her hand away. “I’m sorry if I misjudged you Louise,” Evelyn said. “But really, my life isn’t any harder than anyone else’s. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.”

The waitress chose that moment to bring the women their lunch. When the waitress retreated again, Louise turned to Evelyn and said, “There is something else.” She took a deep breath. “What do you know about Laura and Nicky both dating Jason?”

Evelyn smiled. “Oh, you have nothing to worry about there. See, Nicky and Laura are BFFs. Best Friends Forever. They decided to not let Jason get in between them. Since they both wanted to date him, and he wanted to date both of them, they came up with the best solution.”

“But won’t the kids talk in school?”

“Let them. Kids will always talk about something,” Luann told her.

“But for one boy to date two girls at the same time?”

“You have less to worry about this way, then if only your Laura were dating Jason,” Evelyn explained. “This way Jason is never alone with either one of our girls. They watch out for each other. Laura and Nicky love each other. I know they would never let anything happen to the other.”

Louise seemed to relax for the first time since she sat down. “I guess I’m just being over protective.”

“You’re a mother, like us,” Luann said. She glanced at Evelyn. “If you ever want to talk to either of us, about anything, feel free.” She reached out and patted Louise’s hand. “Feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.” They ate in silence for a few minutes, then Louise checked her watch. “I have to get going.” She pulled a twenty from her purse, laid it on the table. “I just remembered that photographer that Diane introduced me to is coming to take pictures of Laura and Bethy.”

“Dulcy,” Evelyn told her.

“Right. Strange name.”

“Dulcy’s shooting us tomorrow. All of us. Tammy, Nicky, and Annie. And us too.”

“I’m glad you decided to let Dulcy shoot your girls,” Luann added. “She’s a great photographer.”

Louise had gotten home just twenty minutes before Dulcy knocked at her front door. Dulcy had her twelve year old daughter, Lena, with her, a pretty sandy haired girl with braces. Lena always helped out her mother during photo shoots. They spent a few minutes of small talk. Louise mentioned that her husband had taken her son fishing today and wouldn’t be home until late.

Dulcy set up her tripod and camera in the living room. “I thought a few shots of the girls just sitting on the sofa first. Nothing special.” Dulcy took several shots of the sisters, dark haired Beth, and blond haired Laura wearing her silver rimmed glasses. They started out smiling, then Beth began making faces. She turned to Louise. “Did you want to do something special?”

“Like what?” Louise stood near Dulcy fingering the buttons on her blouse.

Dulcy could see she was dealing with the high strung nervous type. “Oh, like do Laura and Beth have any hobbies or interests? Yesterday I shot two sisters at a piano, because one played piano; and the other played basketball, so I shot her in her uniform.”

Louise looked helplessly at her daughters, fourteen year old Laura and ten year old Bethany. She shook her head. Her daughters never seemed to be interested in any one thing for long. Laura had tried playing the clarinet, but gave it up after two months , and Beth had played softball for one season, but that was all.

Bethany jumped from the sofa and went running to her bedroom. “Be right back.” She returned minutes later with a cordless microphone from her karaoke machine in her hand. “I sing,” she said. “And dance.” She began dancing around in front of the camera, singing, off key, the latest number one pop song. She wore a black tee shirt and a green skirt to her knees with black flats. Dulcy smiled taking several pictures.

Laura sat on the sofa arms folded across her flat chest. “I guess I don’t do anything.

Dulcy stepped away from the tripod. Her daughter handed her another camera, as Dulcy moved slowly around the end of the sofa. “Bethany. Bethany!” Dulcy’s eyes never left Laura sitting dejectedly on the sofa. Beth stopped singing and dancing. “I want you to go sit on your sister’s lap and sing to her.” Beth leaped to Laura’s lap, Laura raising her arms to stop her from hurting her, then came down to hold Beth with an arm around her back and her other hand on Beth’s bare knee. Beth began screaming the song at the top of her lungs. “Quietly!” Dulcy told her. “Something more quiet.”

Beth stopped for a minute, then began singing a slow love song that she knew, by her favorite male pop singer. A song about how special his girl was, how he loved her soul and not just her pretty face.

Lena who was waiting on her mother’s needs, took a second to look at Laura and Beth’s mother. Louise was now wringing her hands. A smile broke out on Lena’s face as she shook her head. Some women just didn’t get it.

Louise watched intently as her youngest daughter sang a love song to her oldest daughter. Laura was now purposely holding Bethany, and gazing into her eyes…like a lover, Louise thought. Laura’s hand was now on Beth’s thin ten year old thigh, the fingers just edging under the hem of her skirt.

Dulcy handed her camera to Lena, who handed her new one with fresh film. Dulcy stepped closer to Louise as Laura squeezed Bethany tight, kissed her cheek. “Can I try something…a little different?” Dulcy asked Louise.

Louise tore her eyes from her daughters. “Um, what…what did you have in mind?”

“I want to see the girls…in a more natural state.”

“Um, what?”

“Lena? Go out to the car and get my book.”

When Lena returned with Dulcy’s photo album, she opened it up to several pictures of young teens and preteens in various states of undress. Dulcy pointed to one of two ten or twelve year old girls naked from the waist up, hugging each other side to side. “Something like this. Can I have Laura and Bethany…like this?”

Louise sat on the sofa next to her daughters. “Oh, I don’t know. I’d have to talk to my husband.”

“I understand,” Dulcy told her. “I have to talk to my husband about most things too. But I never discuss my work with him, my art. I do what I want. I shoot what ever subjects I like, however I want to see them.”

Louise was wringing her hands again. Dulcy stood over her, put a hand on her shoulder. “You have nothing to worry about. Nothing gets published without your expressed written consent. I don’t want to get sued. I work only what’s legal. There’s nothing wrong with nudity. It’s beautiful.”

Laura who had been listening to the conversation, said, “Yeah, Mom. Nudity is beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Beth chimed in. “Nude is beautiful.”

Lena repeated, “Nude is beautiful.” Then all three girls began chanting, “Nude is beautiful. Nude is beautiful.”

Louise smiled, shaking her head, said, “All right, all right. Nude is beautiful. Go ahead, Dulcy, take what ever pictures you want.” Louise stood once more in the center of the living room, arms folded across her thin chest.

Dulcy turned back to her subjects. “Okay girls, remove your tops. And your shoes.” This left Laura in just blue jeans and Beth in just a green skirt. Beth still sat on her sister’s lap and they put their arms around each other. Dulcy continued to snap off pictures, as the sisters made faces and kissed each other on the cheek, sometimes exposing and sometimes hiding their little hard nipples on their flat chests. Then Laura pushed the dark hair out of her ten year old sister’s face, held her hand over Beth’s ear, and pulled her face towards hers, their lips meeting for a ten second closed mouth kiss. Dulcy clicked the shutter three times during the ten seconds.

Lena looked at Louise, whose eyes were wide, and jaw was slack. “Your daughters must really love each other,” Lena told her. Louise acted like she didn’t hear her.

Louise’s mind was racing. It wasn’t just that her own daughters, Beth and Laura, were half naked. It wasn’t just that they just kissed each other on the mouth. It wasn’t just that she feared Beth was gay, or that Laura might, just might, be bi-sexual. It was that all of this was happening now in front of her…and two relative strangers. Louise was suddenly shocked into an arousal she hadn’t felt in years. On shaky legs she hurried from the room and upstairs without a word or backward glance.

Saturday night at Diane’s house: “And she was acting really weird the rest of the day, even after Dulcy and Lena left,” Laura was telling her BFF Nicky. The two of them were naked, sitting on Nicole’s bed, Nicole sitting behind Laura, her arms holding the smaller girl. Laura wore only her silver rimmed glasses.

“I bet she got turned on,” Laura told her. “It must have been quite a shock to be turned on by her own daughters kissing in front of her.”

“Do you really think she was turned on? Or was she just so freaked out she had to run off and hide?”

Laura shrugged as her fingers began caressing Laura’s flat chest and rubbery nipples. Laura turned her head and sighed into Nicky’s shoulder. She slid down a bit to pillow her head on Nicky’s large breasts. Nicky began fingering Laura’s brown nipples, then lightly pinching them as they hardened. “That feels good,” Laura told her girlfriend.

“Hey, Laura?” Nicky whispered softly. “Are your boobies getting bigger?”

Laura was very sensitive about her flat chest, and at fourteen had resigned herself to never having a chest big enough to fill out a B cup. “What?” Laura put a hand on Nicky’s thigh. “What do you mean?”

Nicky palmed her hands underneath Laura’s baby breasts. “Look,” she ordered, and Laura looked down at Nicky’s hands cupping her small breasts. “There’s definitely a curve here. That wasn’t there before.”

“Are you sure?”

“I should know. My hands are on your tits more than yours are.”

Laura’s face erupted in a smile. “Oh, I hope so.”

“Have they been sore lately, or tender?”

“A little, but they get that way when it’s that time of the month, so I didn’t think nothing of it.”

“Turn around. Kneel in front of me.”

Laura got on her knees and turned to face her girlfriend. “What do you have in mind?”

Laura’s chest was now at Nicky’s eye level. She brought her mouth to the small, hard, brown nipples and began kissing them, then licking and sucking them until Laura’s entire flat breasts were wet with her saliva. Nicky paused to look up into Laura’s lenses. “I should do this more often.”

Laura’s hand was at the back of Nicky’s head. “No argument from me.”

“Aunt Diane sucked my nipples every day for months and look at me now.”

“Just keep doing it now. You’re a great tit sucker.”

Over in the master bedroom Luann lay back on her queen size bed. Her daughter Annie was on her right side, Annie’s friend Beth was on her left. The Hawaiian woman was tall and looked longer lying down. She seemed to be a composite of the two ten year olds. Luann had dark brown skin and rich black hair. Annie had her mother’s brown skin, but had blond hair. Beth had pale skin, but had hair as dark as Luann’s.

“Just do what I do,” Annie was telling Beth. Annie reached a small hand out and began to stroke her mother’s right breast then lowered her mouth onto the slowly hardening nipple. She kissed it a few times, then backed off and flicked it with her tongue. Then she licked it in long stokes while holding it in place with her hand. Finally she lowered her mouth again and began sucking slowly on her mother’s breast, her eyes closed.

Beth tried to keep up, but skipped the part of flicking Luann’s left nipple with her tongue. She was sucking, with her eyes closed, though. Luann put her hands gently on the back of both girls’ heads, petting their hair. “That feels so good girls! Oh! Yes!” Luann hissed as Annie’s hand found it’s way down to her mother’s vulva. Luann always kept herself shaved down there and her brown labia and hardening clitoris were completely accessible to her daughter’s probing fingers. Annie had become very good at bringing her mother to orgasm, she knew exactly where and how to touch her, stroking her mother’s clitoris until it stuck out from under its hood at the top of her vulva, then worming her fingers into Luann’s sopping wet vagina.

Luann shook with a small orgasm, but it was enough to knock Beth away from her breast. “Was that good enough, Luann?” Beth asked, her brown eyes wide.

Luann smiled at her, stroking the girl’s hair. “That was wonderful Beth.” Then she added. “You must have made your mother so happy when you were a baby. You’re a great nurser.” Luann’s hands pulled Beth under the arms to pull her face up to hers. She planted a firm wet kiss on the child’s mouth, her tongue licking Beth’s tongue.”

Beth pulled back, smiled. “Your tongue is so much bigger than Annie’s, or even my sister’s.”

Luann smiled back. “Do you want to see just how big?” Beth nodded, not sure she understood. “Then plant your little pussy right here,” Luann told her, pointing to her mouth.

Beth only hesitated a second and turned around, lifted her leg across Luann’s chest and looked at Annie while Luann pulled Beth’s hips down to her face. Beth’s hands on Luann’s thighs, held her up. Annie moved forward and began kissing Beth all over her face and neck and shoulders.

Luann used only her tongue, using her hands as a platform for Beth’s slim ass cheeks. The Hawaiian woman’s tongue parted the ten year old’s labia and probed in and out slurping and licking inside and outside and up to tease Beth’s tiny clitoris out into the open. She flicked at the bud, causing the child to shudder and “Ooooo,” and “Aaaaaw.”

Annie pulled away from Beth’s face with a last lick at her bottom lip, and began concentrating on her mother’s dripping vagina. Annie’s hands worked their magic, one hand, the fingers pointed, sawing slowly in and out of Luann’s deep dark hole, while the other stroked her clitoris first clockwise, then counter clockwise. Annie’s fingers found Luann’s G-spot and tickled it lightly. Luann’s legs moved on their own and Luann let out a muffled scream into Beth’s interior.

Just then Nicole and Laura rushed into the room. “Aunt Lu, Aunt Lu! Laura’s boobies are growing!” Nicky squealed.

“I’m kinda busy right this instant,” Luann told the teenagers. “I’ll look when I’m done here.”

Laura and Nicky took in the sight of Laura’s ten year old sister sitting astride Nicky’s aunt’s face, while Nicky’s cousin, Annie, massaged her mother’s whole vulva, inside and out.

Laura decide quickly. She climbed up on the bed and straddled Luann’s big breasted chest and began kissing her little sister. Then she rose herself up on one knee and one foot to bring her chest and spit wet nipples to Beth’s eye level. “Bethy, lick my nipples. Suck my tits. Please. I need all the help I can get.”

Beth didn’t quite understand the significance, but she was happy to oblige if it meant making her sister happy. She brought her small mouth to her big sister’s chest and began licking, kissing, biting, and sucking at her hard brown nipples.

Nicky smiled, figuring out what she could be doing to join in. She loved her BFF and would do anything for her. She noticed that Laura’s now wet vulva was hovering against her Aunt Luann’s breast. Nicky climbed in beside her aunt on her knees, grabbed the breast in both hands, and began rubbing the big hard nipple against Laura’s labia, trying to bring it into contact with her clitoris. Laura shifted slightly to make contact, her one hand on the back of Beth’s head, her other hand reached down to stroke Nicky’s hair.

Annie, not wanting to be left out, realized she could reach Nicky’s ass with her face. Annie began rubbing her face on her cousin’s wide ass cheeks, just enjoying the smooth feel against her cheeks and nose. Without thinking about it, she began kissing and licking Nicky’s ass cheeks. Nicky murmured her approval.

With all the activity, Beth and Laura had a series of mini orgasms, the sisters clutching each other in a sweaty embrace. They collapsed and fell to Luann’s left. Nicky, seeing an opening, crawled up to her aunt and began Frenching her, tasting Bethany on her mouth. She broke the kiss to glance back at the girl. “You taste so sweet, Bethy.”

With Nicky on her hands and knees, Annie slipped her self right underneath her cousin, latching her lips to Nicky’s now engorged clitoris, and sucked like mad, while her small hands caressed her large ass cheeks. After five minutes of attention Nicky came in a rush, wetting Annie’s face.

Luann realized Annie was the only one who hadn’t cum and was about to say something to her daughter, when she heard Annie moan. Nicky lifted her hips off the child to see what was going on, thinking Laura or Beth were dining on Annie, but she didn’t see anyone between her cousin‘s legs. Laura and Beth were still lying alongside Luann, still in each other’s arms.

Nicky turned around and Luann sat up. They watched in amazement as something or someone, invisible to the naked eye, gave Annie a series of mini orgasms. Annie shook with her release. “Oh, thank you!” Annie yelled. “Whoever you are.”

Luann and Nicky turned to each other simultaneously whispering, “The ghost.”

In the loft above the garage, which was Diane’s bedroom, Diane, her sister, Evelyn, Evelyn’s oldest daughter, Tammy, and Tammy’s lover Tonya were lying naked across Diane’s king size bed. They lay in an unusual fashion, with their bodies making up four sides of a square.

Tammy and Tonya had their heads touching, and Diane and Evelyn had their heads touching, at the opposite corner of the square. Tammy’s feet were touching Diane’s and Tonya’s feet were touching Evelyn’s. The room was lit by only one night stand lamp set on low.

“Aunt Di?” Tammy asked, the toes of one foot brushed Diane’s instep. “Do you think we’ll see the ghosts tonight?”

Diane sighed heavily. “Don’t know. But this is the room where we see them the most.”

“Tell me again what you found out, Mom.”

Evelyn closed her eyes and recited from memory what she had learned about the most likely candidates to be their resident ghosts. “A man named Harvey killed his wife, Theresa, and eleven year old daughter, April, four years ago. Harvey was a foreman at the aluminum plant in Centerville. Theresa was a stay at home mom. She had two older children, a boy named August, and another daughter named June.”

“What happened to May and July?” Tonya asked, giggling.

“It’s not funny.”

“I know. Sorry.”

“Anyway, on October sixteenth, 2000, Harvey came home from work, and in a rage, killed his wife and youngest daughter. Theresa was found strangled on the back patio and April was found hanging from the balcony.” All eyes went to the glass doors, revealing the dark of an overcast night, that opened on to the balcony.

Tonya shuddered. “What happened to the two older kids?” she asked.

“They were placed with relatives, as far as I know.”

“How old would they be now?” Tammy asked.

“I don’t know, in their twenties probably.”

“I want to track them down,” Tammy said.

“Here we go again, Nancy Drew,” Tonya smirked at her.

Tammy huffed. “I want to talk to them. I want to know why.”

Tonya turned on her side, bringing her hand up to stroke Tammy’s red hair. “Because he was a man. Because all men are stupid animals who hurt women and girls, sometimes without even thinking about it.”

“Tonya,” Evelyn said softly. “My brother is a man. Your father is a man. All of our fathers are men. None of us would be here without men.” She stroked Tonya’s leg with her foot.

Tammy ran here fingers along Tonya’s ribs. “Not all men hurt women or girls.”

After a moment Tonya said, “I know. I’m just letting off steam. It’s just that I have no need for any of them.”

Many foot steps were here heard running up the stairs to the loft. The women and teens sat up as Nicole, Laura, and Bethany appeared at the top of the steps, and rushed through the doorway. “The ghost! The ghost!” they were all yelling.

“What? Where?” Evelyn asked, getting to her feet.

“Luann’s bedroom,” Laura told her.

Tammy was off the bed and pushed past her mother and the girls in moving downstairs. Evelyn followed closely.

“Well,” Diane said, as the newcomers climbed on her king size bed. She held out her arms for Bethany, who hesitated and then climbed naked into the woman’s arms. Diane was wishing for the social services to hurry up and release her new daughters to her, but in the mean time she’d make due with cuddling little Bethany.

Bethany snuggled her face into Diane’s breast. “I’m scared, Diane. I don’t think I want to come over here any more.”

Tonya placed a hand on the child’s back. “The ghosts won’t hurt you, Beth. The only thing the ghosts have ever done is kiss us and touch us.”

“And make us feel good,” Nicky added. “I’m sorry I over reacted, Beth. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just excited to tell my mom and sister. Tell her Laura.”

“They’re right Beth. I’ve never been hurt by the ghosts.”

“Their names are Theresa and April,” Diane told her. “Theresa is a grownup woman, a mommy, and April is her little girl. She’s about your age.” Diane stoked Beth’s hair. “So you have nothing to be afraid of.”

“Okay,” Beth said, her voice muffled against Diane’s fleshy breasts. After a minute Beth began nuzzling Diane’s mammaries, her nose sniffing out a big fat nipple. Her little pink tongue traced the nipple and then her lips zeroed in and she began to suck, her hand gently squeezing the fat breast around it.

Diane lay back, pulling the girl with her, one hand holding Beth’s head to her, and the other reaching down to stroke her firm slim ass. “It’s alright, Baby. Just suck your Aunt Diane’s titty. Comfort yourself.” Diane sighed.

“Hey, that reminds me,” Laura told Tonya. “Suck my boobies.”

“Why?” Tonya asked with a grin.

“She thinks if we suck on them,” Nicky said, “they’ll grow faster.”

Laura palmed her small breasts. “They are getting bigger. See?”

Tonya put her face against Laura’s left nipple. “They do look a little bigger. Okay. I’ll play along. Lay down.”

Laura laid on her back next to Diane. Tonya leaned in and began kissing and licking Laura’s left nipple. Without asking, Nicky leaned in from the other side and began kissing Laura’s right nipple. Both of Laura’s hands played with her lovers’ hair. After a while, Laura began to make pre orgasmic sounds. She opened her eyes to look between her legs, where she was getting the most delightful sensations. She could just make out a misty white shape. “Is that…?”

Nicky kissed her, pulled back. “I think it’s the little girl, April.”

Laura cried out in pleasure. “Oh, thank you, April. If that was you. You’re fantastic!”

Sunday morning: Tammy awoke to a ringing sound. What was it? She reached out her left arm without opening her eyes. She couldn’t move her right arm. There was a weight on it. Her hand couldn’t find the clock. It sounded more like a…the door bell. Tammy opened her eyes, pulled her arm out from underneath her cousin and half sister, Annabel. Her hand was wet from where Annie had placed it on her vulva. To one side was her mother, and on the other lay her Aunt Luann. No one else stirred.

Tammy climbed out of bed, almost fell, until she got her feet under her and reached for Luann’s pink bath robe. The door bell was ringing every thirty seconds now. Wearing only the bathrobe Tammy made her way down the hall and to the foyer and the front door. She looked out, then unlocked it and let in Dulcy and Lena in blue jeans and fall sweaters, both looking bright eyed and ready to work.

Tammy grumbled a ‘good morning’ and turned to walk back down the hall. “Mom!” she called out. “Aunt Diane! Aunt Lu! Dulcy and Lena are here already!” Realizing she had left them in the foyer with the door open, she turned back. “Please come in,” she said, closing the door. “Make yourself at home. Kitchen’s that way,” she pointed. “I’ll love you forever if you start the coffee maker. I need a shower.”

Diane came in from the direction of the kitchen, totally naked. “Dulcy, Lena, come on in. I have the coffee started. Do you want something to eat?” Turning to Tammy, she said, “Go make sure everyone is up. Nicky, Tonya, Laura, and Beth are still up in the loft.”

Tammy grumbled a little more, then made her way past Diane, past the breakfast nook and up the stairs to the loft. She found ten year old Beth and her fourteen year old sister Laura in a sixty nine position with Beth on top. They were barely moving and were probably half asleep. Near them were her girlfriend, Tonya and her sister Nicky atop Tonya, breasts against breasts, crotch against crotch.

“My little sister!” Tammy yelled in mock outrage. “With my girlfriend!” Tammy broke down and pretended to cry, fists pulling on the sheets. “If you were going to cheat on me, did it have to be with my sister?!”

“Nock it off,” Tonya told her.

“That was really bad acting,” her sister told her.

Tammy stood up. “And the bad acting award goes to…me!” Tonya hit her in the head with a pillow.

“Pillow fight!” Nicky yelled, and tossed another pillow at her sister. Beth and Laura soon got in on the action. Footsteps came hurrying up the stairs. It was Dulcy, and she began snapping pictures of three teenagers and two preteen girls (all in the nude) having a pillow fight. The girls smiled with wicked glee, and eventually began piling on Tammy, who cried out that she gave up.

“This isn’t what I had in mind for my pictures of sisters, but it was great spur of the moment action,” Dulcy said. “Go get breakfast, then I want to shoot you guys in the shower or bathtub.”

The girls moved as one down the stairs to the kitchen.

An hour later, after everyone had had something to eat and coffee or juice or milk, Dulcy had Diane, Evelyn, and Luann all naked and in the master bedroom’s shower stall. It was big enough for two adults, so the three women made it a close fit. Diane stood in the center, her arms around her sister and sister-in-law.

Dulcy took several shots, then had them turn on the water and begin to soap up. With the shower on, Dulcy had to shoot with the glass shower door slightly ajar. After awhile she brought a kitchen chair in to stand on so that she could see over the shower stall door. Diane ran her soapy hands all over Evelyn and Luann, knowing that Dulcy probably wouldn’t be able to use half of the pictures she was snapping. All three women were smiling and laughing by the time their shower was over.

There was a tub and shower combination right next to the shower stall. Tammy, Nicky, and Annie had sandwiched themselves into the tub with Annie sitting on Nicky’s lap and Nicky sitting on Tammy’s lap. It didn’t take them long to start fooling around, touching each other’s breasts and vulvas, under the bubble bath that Annie had insisted on. Tammy was making sure that soap bubbles hid her and her sister’s private parts. Lena handed her mother a second camera to take picture of the younger sisters.

Eventually Diane, Luann, and Evelyn turned off the shower, and dried themselves off. Tammy, Nicky, and Annie stepped out of the tub, their bodies covered in soap bubbles, and stepped into the shower. Nicky got under the spray first, washing her hair. When she was done she asked, “Hey, where did Tonya and Laura and Beth go?” Still dripping water, with a towel around her waist, she went to find them.

Tonya, Laura, and Beth were at that moment taking a shower in the bathroom that Tammy and Nicky shared. Laura and Beth washed each others backs, while Tonya was under the shower. She was being quiet. “What’s wrong, Tonya?” Laura asked.

“Nothing.”

“I can make her talk,” Beth said, flexing her fingers.

“Oh, no,” Laura said. “Look out Tonya, she’s going to tickle you.”

“Oh, please.”

Beth attacked Tonya with her fingers, tickling her ribs, then moving her hands up and down from Tonya’s thighs to her breasts. Tonya began laughing and couldn’t stop. She tried to pull away, but was up against the shower wall, turning only exposed her back side to the ten year old. Beth tickled Tonya’s back and ass and then the back of her thighs, down to the back of her knees. Laura turned the water off, smiling as Tonya howled in hysteria.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Tonya screamed. “I’m going to pee!” And then she did. The yellow stream ran down her left leg and towards the shower drain. Beth stopped tickling, her hands dropping to her sides.

“I told you,” Laura said and turned on the shower again. “Beth is an expert when it comes to tickling.”

Tonya rewashed her vulva and legs, turned to Beth, who had a shattered look on her face. “Hey, Kiddo, I’m not mad. That was actually kinda fun. And,” Tonya looked at the shower floor. “I’m just a little…sad. Because I realize that I’m the only one I know who doesn’t have a sister. I don’t even have a mom.”

Nicky pulled back the shower door, startling the three girls. “That’s silly. You should know by now that my mom is like your mom. And I’m like your sister-in-law, because you’re like married to my sister.” Impulsively, Tonya took Nicky in a hug and squeezed her, kissing her cheek.

In the master bathroom, Dulcy found her sweater and jeans were soaked from the splashing shower and from when the girls stepped out of the tub. Luann offered to throw her clothes in the drier, and then helped Dulcy strip naked.

As Luann left with the wet clothes, Dulcy stood there naked except for her glasses. Diane stepped close to her. “What do you want to do while your clothes are drying?”

“Weeell,” Dulcy said. “I don’t have to be back to my studio until two o’clock this afternoon for my appointment with Ashley and Jane.”

“Plenty of time for me to show you around.” She put her arms around her friend, kissed her full on the lips, mashed her big breasts into Dulcy’s smaller ones. “Let’s start with the master bedroom, and then we’ll end up in my loft over the garage.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Dulcy turned to find her daughter. “Lena?” Lena was sitting on the edge of the bath tub, Evelyn at her feet, pulling the girl’s shoes and socks off. Tammy stood over her pulling Lena’s sweater off over her head.

“You don’t mind if we keep your daughter occupied for awhile do you?” Evelyn asked without turning around.

“No,” Dulcy answered. “Lena? You want to play with Evelyn and Tammy?”

“Sure,” the twelve year old answered with a grin. “Why not?” Then thinking, said, “I can get a shower after wards, right?”

Annabel returned to the bathroom, without Dulcy ever realizing she had left, a bottle of chocolate syrup in her hand. Evelyn held Lena’s eyes with a wicked grin. “Get in the tub, kid. You too, Annie.”

“Oh, boy,” Annie sat beside Lena in the tub. Evelyn took the bottle and squirted a small bit of syrup on Lena’s small breasts and then on Annie’s erect nipples. It was as if both sets of nipples were reaching out for the sticky chocolate.

Tammy knelt in front of the tub in front of Annie, who got up on her knees, and began dabbing at Annie’s nipples with her tongue. Evelyn was doing likewise with Lena next to her daughter. The girls murmured their approval. This soon led to Lena and Annie sitting in the tub, leaning back against the tub wall, with their legs dangling outside the tub. Evelyn and Tammy lowered their heads to lap up chocolate covered vulvas. Tammy lifted her head for a moment to say, “Next time I want to try maple syrup…on these waffles!”

Diane led Dulcy out of the bathroom and towards the master bedroom, the two women kissing the whole way. Diane laid the smaller woman out on Luann’s queen size bed and began kissing her way down her body, pausing momentarily at her breasts, navel, and neatly trimmed vulva, before heading down her legs. She kissed Dulcy’s instep and then began licking at her toes.

“What are you doing?” Dulcy asked.

“I don’t know. Just thought I’d try it. Nicky loves doing it.”

“Well stop it,” Dulcy told her. “It tickles.”

Diane returned kissing and licking up Dulcy’s legs and centered on her labia. Her broad tongue licked gently and then more firmly, her fingers opening up Dulcy’s vagina, until her tongue found her erect clitoris. Diane’s hands clutched at Dulcy’s breasts, her fingers kneading her nipples.

Diane paused, her lips just kissing the now red throbbing clitoris. “Dulcy? You never told me…” Kiss, kiss. “Never told me how you…” kiss, kiss. “How you first started making love…” Kiss, kiss. “To your daughter.” Dulcy moaned. “Tell me now. While I eat you out.”

Dulcy moaned and thrashed one hand on the bed, while her other tangled into Diane’s hair. “Well,” Dulcy panted, “It happened when…ooooh!”

Diane backed off, slowing down so that Dulcy could speak. Dulcy began with her own story. Dulcy started having sex when she was only fifteen. At sixteen she started having sex with her father’s best friend, because she was mad at her parents. When she got pregnant, her parents threw her out of the house and she shacked up with the ‘dirty old man’ as she liked to refer to him.

Lena was born in March of 1992. It didn’t take long for the ‘dirty old man’ to run off, leaving her with a baby to take care of. Lena was demanding, as all babies are, but she was also the first person that Dulcy had wanted to give all of herself to. She had never wanted to give all of her time and attention to anyone else, ever.

Dulcy met Henry, her husband now, when Lena was four. He turned out to be a wonderful father figure and they had a little boy shortly afterward, but Henry was not real demanding about sex. Once a month was enough for him. Unfortunately, once a month was not enough for Dulcy. By comparison, she wanted it several times a day.

And Dulcy was becoming fixated on females. Pretty girls. Cute girls. Sexy girls. And any age. She began looking at her daughter’s girl friends in a different way. She began to imagine them naked. She began looking in teen magazines just for the pictures of teen and preteen celebrities and other young female models. Soon she was buying men’s magazines and masturbating with them. This is how Lena found her at the age of nine, her mother masturbating in the bathroom, with a magazine opened before her with pictures showing two young women touching each other everywhere.

Lena had surprised her, but she loved her daughter very much and just couldn’t keep any secrets from her. She explained how she liked looking at naked girls playing with each other, and how her Daddy had left her feeling really lonely, with no one to touch, and that’s when Lena made an incredibly grown up offer to help her mother.

Lena reached out one small hand that day, touching her mother’s bare breast, and then kissed her on the mouth. It was a moment that changed both of their lives.

Dulcy came screaming, legs kicking at Diane’s shoulders. Diane, her vagina dripping now, climbed up Dulcy’s body to place her vulva on Dulcy’s mouth. They both turned at the sound of applause. It was Luann standing in the doorway. “That was a great story. Want to hear how I started having sex with my daughter?” (For the full details see S & D part 7A. I apologize for the shameless plug of one of my own stories.)

Sunday afternoon: At precisely two o’clock Ashley and her sister Jane walked into Dulcy’s photography studio on main street. She was expecting them. She wasn’t expecting the little surprise that Jane had brought along. Jane had her “little sister,” Courtney for the day, her foster parents having gone to visit relatives.

Ashley was twenty one years old with long dark hair, parted in the middle, framing an oval face. Her sister Jane was a tall, stunning beauty. In every way she looked and moved like an unattainable goddess. Her platinum blond hair and bright blue eyes set her apart, making her seem more exotic. Courtney was a short, skinny fourteen year old with her hair dyed a magenta color and she showed braces on her teeth when she smiled.

“This is a surprise,” Dulcy said, staring at Courtney, as she led everyone to the back, where her daughter Lena was waiting for them. Jane sat herself at the makeup table for Lena to work her magic. “No make up today,” Dulcy told her. “I want everyone to look natural.”

The three girls were dressed casually in jeans and sweatshirts, as Dulcy had wanted them to look. Dulcy sat them down on a couch against the far wall with Courtney in the middle.

“I hope you don’t mind I brought Courtney along,” Jane said. “She had no where to go today.” She explained to Dulcy how she was Courtney’s “big sister” and mentor in school. “You can leave her out of the pictures if you want. She won’t mind.”

Dulcy smiled. “Do you want to be in the pictures with your big sister?” she asked Courtney.

Courtney looked at Jane, for approval. Jane nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” she said. “I would like to be in the pictures with Jane and Ashley.”

Ashley had been quiet until now. “Jane thought this would be a good idea. She wanted me to meet you. She’s had nothing but good things to say about you. And I’ve seen your work.” Ashley turned to beam at her sister. “When I’m looking at Jane in your pictures, well, it’s like I’m seeing the real Jane. She really is some kinda…goddess.”

Dulcy began with normal relaxed shots of the three young women on the couch. Then she had them kick off their shoes. She posed Jane on Ashley’s lap and Courtney on Jane’s lap. Finally Ashley laying back against the arm of the couch, Ashley’s right leg on the floor, with Jane between her legs, and Courtney between Jane’s legs.

Dulcy paused after Lena handed her another camera with a new roll of film. “Would you girls want to do any…nude shots?”

Ashley smiled. She had seen her sister in semi-nude pictures, but had never done anything like that before. She was definitely interested. Especially if it was going to be with her sister.

Jane was thinking about Courtney. “Courtney can’t. Be naked, I mean.”

“I’d pose her so nothing would show.”

Jane explained to Dulcy how she had been taken away from her family for alleged sexual abuse and Jane could see herself getting into serious trouble if she let Courtney get naked in front of the camera.

Ashley, who was still holding her sister in her arms from behind, said, “You really do care about her don’t you?”

Jane lay her head back on Ashley’s shoulder. “Of course I do. She’s my little sister.” Ashley kissed her sister’s hair. Dulcy took a few pictures.

Courtney sat up. “But Jane, what if I want to be naked in front of the camera? Don’t I get to choose?”

“No, you don’t,” Jane told her. “Until you are eighteen your foster parents, and I, get to decide what’s best for you. So no naked pictures for you, young lady.”

“But, but…please!”

“I said no. No arguments.” She looked at Ashley, then back at Courtney. “Go get me your leash and collar.”

“But, but, but…”

“Now!”

Courtney reluctantly rose from the couch, went to the chair where Jane had deposited her purse, and pulled out a leather dog collar, and nylon leash. She returned to Jane with it in her hand.

Dulcy was speechless at the events that were unfolding in her studio, but she wasn’t so stunned that she didn’t start taking pictures. Jane gave her a dirty look. Dulcy put her camera down, said, “I won’t publish any pictures you don’t approve of, but his is unique. I have to capture it.” Then she giggled at the word capture, thinking that Jane had just captured Courtney.

Jane buckled the collar on Courtney’s neck, attached the leash, and asked Lena to hold her leash for her, on the other side of the room. Jane began taking off her sweatshirt. “So, how do you want us?”

Dulcy regained some of her composure, and asked Ashley and her sister to strip down to bras and panties, which they did. Ashley had been having physical relations with her sister since Tammy’s sixteenth birthday party back in April, but it had been intermittent, only when Ashley took time off from school.

Jane was thinking about how fast her life had changed, first making love with her sister in April, working as a model for Dulcy since August, taking Courtney under her wing in September, and now it was the last week in November and she was posing nude with her sister.

“Just do what ever comes natural,” Dulcy told the sisters. They hugged, they kissed, then Ashley reached behind her little sister and unhooked her bra. Jane knelt on the couch facing her sister who was sitting, bringing her beautiful, perfect teenage breasts level with Ashley’s mouth. Dulcy took several shots.

Ashley’s hands on Jane’s ribcage pulled her sister to her open mouth. Ashley kissed all over both breasts, then kissed her along her collar bone and neck. Jane threw herself backwards to lay sprawled out on the opposite end of the couch. Ashley crawled on top of her sister, and Jane’s fingers unhooked her big sister’s bra, letting her pale breasts topped with long brown nipples spill down to lay on Jane’s breasts. Dulcy continued to take pictures.

Ashley and Jane began Frenching, tongues exploring the interior of each other’s mouth. Dulcy knew she was almost at the point where she was going to have to stop shooting and either masturbate, or join in if the sisters would let her. She paused to look behind her at her daughter and Courtney who were being very quiet.

They were standing, both with their pants and panties down around their knees, Lena still holding Courtney’s leash in one hand. With her other hand she was rubbing Courtney’s vulva, while Courtney returned the favor, their eyes glued on the scene of Ashley and Jane making love on the couch.

Dulcy let her camera down to hang around her neck on the strap, and began undoing her belt. Jane looked up then to take in the scene. “Courtney! Who told you that you could masturbate?”

Courtney looked like she was going to cry. Jane softened her voice a little. “You need to ask. Remember?”

Courtney bit her bottom lip. “Can I masturbate, please?”

“Alright,” Jane relented. “Only because you asked.”

Courtney sat on the floor stripping herself naked from the waist down. Lena did likewise, then got an idea. She pulled on Courtney’s leash until she had the girl’s face right against her naked, moist vulva. “Eat me, Courtney,” thrilled at giving orders to a girl two years older than she was. Lena glanced over at Jane who was watching them, while Ashley continued to kiss her neck and ear. “Is it okay?” she asked.

Jane nodded. “You have the leash. Just don’t abuse her. I’m holding you responsible.” Responsible. Lena was now responsible for Courtney, the cutest little magenta haired girl she ever saw. Lena decide that she liked the feeling, almost as much as she liked the feeling of Courtney’s warm tongue and metal braces against her most private parts.

Dulcy couldn’t take it any more. She watched as Jane wrapped her leg around Ashley’s panty covered ass, her arms rubbing up and down her back. She wasn’t going to get between those two up, but her daughter on the other hand…

She stepped closer to where Lena was sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide while Courtney ate out the twelve year old. Dulcy stepped out of her pants, and stepped over her daughter’s legs, to place her vulva near Lena’s mouth. She was super horny and Lena didn’t hesitate to fulfill her mother’s desires. Lena took one of her mother’s ass cheeks in hand, the one holding Courtney’s leash, while holding her self up with the other hand, and brought her face against her mother’s neatly trimmed vulva.

Dulcy gasped as her daughter’s tongue began exploring her depths. She felt the nylon leash against her right ass cheek and felt all the erotic implications that it meant. Lena moaned into her mother’s vagina as Courtney’s tongue was working its magic on her own clitoris. Dulcy opened her eyes to look at the sofa where Ashley and Jane were now in a sixty-nine position, Jane on top, and their panties were on the floor with their bras. Watching the sisters eat each other was enough to bring her over the edge.

Lena came with her mother’s juice all over her mouth and chin. She lay back as her mother sank to the floor next to her. Lena pulled the leash and Courtney’s cute smiling face came up to her own. Lena kissed her for a long time then urged her to lay down. Lena pulled off her own shirt and then Courtney’s. She began dining on her wet vulva while her mother began sucking on Courtney’s small breasts. Courtney’s vulva was shaved bare except for a small patch above her clitoris that was also dyed magenta to match the hair on her head.

Courtney’s knees went over Lena’s shoulders, her heels locked in place on her back. She rode the younger girl’s face while she lay on her back. In minutes she let out a long moan and lay still. Dulcy sat up as Jane came towards them. Without a word Jane lowered her now dripping vagina right down on Courtney’s mouth. Jane held her lips open, exposing her long hard clitoris. “Eat me, Courtney. Like a good girl.” Courtney happily obeyed.

Sunday evening: Luann had taken the girls to a late movie at the mall, and Diane and Evelyn were just sitting at home watching TV. The phone rang. Diane picked it up, listened, said, “No. Now would be a great time. Were not doing anything,” then walked to the front door. She opened it to admit Ashley and Jane.

“I was wondering when you guys were coming over.”

Ashley said, “Well, I wanted to see the new place before I had to go back to school. And since I’m leaving tomorrow…”

“Come in.” Evelyn had gone to see who was at the door and gave Jane a big hug, then kissed her on the lips. “I don’t get to see you girls anymore.” She broke her hug and gave Ashley a hug and kiss also.

Diane led them into the living room and onto the sofa. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer if you have any,” Ashley told her. Jane asked for a soda.

When Diane returned shortly with three beers and a soda, they all got comfortable on the sofa. “So how is pharmacy school going,” Diane asked Ashley.

“It’s hard, but I’m passing everything.” She looked around the room, at the patio doors. “I can’t believe how much has changed since I first started babysitting for you guys.”

“Well, it’s been more than seven years,” Evelyn said. “Remember how I caught you with Tammy and Nicky? That was what? About two years later.”

Ashley actually blushed. Jane’s hand went on Ashley’s thigh. “You never told me about that. You told me that you were having fun with all of them, but you never told me how it started.”

“It was kinda embarrassing.” Ashley started her story. “I had been fooling around with Tammy and Nicky for about two years, thinking the whole time that I was the only one playing with them.”

“How old were they, then?”

“Uh, Nicky was seven and Tammy was nine, when I first babysat them, and for two tears we fooled around. I loved having them suck my tits. Nicky especially was a lovely tit sucker. And Tammy was such a great kisser.”

“Wow,” Jane said. “And to think I only became sexually active when Evie seduced me at Girl Scout Camp when I was fourteen.”

“I was fourteen when I began babysitting.”

“But you were making love to girls younger than you, little girls. I didn’t do that until I was making love to Tammy and Nicky. Which was after you had already had them for four years.”

“No need to fight about it girls,” Diane told them.

“I’m just wondering what a seven year old must taste like,” Jane stated. Everyone looked at her. “What?”

“Life’s not always fair,” Evelyn told her. “Any way, Ashley, get back to your story.”

Ashley began again. “Evelyn came home and found me with her daughters, all of us naked in the living room playing kissing games, and I just about had a heart attack. I had no idea that she and Diane had been playing the same kind of games with them for the whole two years I had been babysitting for them.” She looked over at Evelyn. “And then Evie gave me a beer to calm me down.” She looked at the bottle in her hand. “That was the first beer I had, by the way. And then I watched as Evie touched Nicky between her legs. I almost died. I was so turned on!”

Evelyn continued the story. “I knew I had to do something for the poor girl, so I took her upstairs to my bedroom and made love to her.”

“Wait a minute,” Jane said. “So you were my first lover, and my sister’s first…adult lover?”

“I guess I was.”

“I don’t know about any of you,” Diane said, “But I’m getting horny just hearing about this again.”

“And we already had a few orgasms today,” Evie chimed in.

“So did we,” Ashley added, and told Diane and Evie about what happened at the studio that afternoon. This prompted Diane and Evie to tell the girls about what they did with Dulcy and Lena that morning.

“They have to be the horniest mother daughter combo I’ve every heard of,” Ashley said.

Diane began taking her clothes off. “Anybody mind if I masturbate?”

“Let me help you with that,” Ashley told her, and she did. In minutes they were all naked and kissing, licking, biting, rubbing, tickling, and sucking each other’s flesh.

When the phone rang everyone froze, then burst out laughing when it rang again. Diane who was sitting over Ashley’s face was closest to the cordless. She went, “Shhhh,” and picked it up, hitting the on button. “Hello?”

“Diane?” the female voice on the other end said. When Diane confirmed this, the woman continued, “ This is Sarah, from Social Services. I know it’s late on a Sunday, but I’ve been swamped with work all weekend, and I’ve only gotten around to calling you now. I hope it’s not too late.”

“No, not at all. We just have some friends over.”

“Well, I realize it’s short notice, but I was wondering if you would be ready to take custody of Sun and Moon tomorrow afternoon? I have all the necessary papers here in front of me.”

Diane whooped, then said, “Yes! Yes! Yes! You’ve made me the happiest woman on the planet.”

“Around two o’clock then?”

“I’ll be here. Have a good night now. I sure will.”

After hanging up she told everyone the good news. “I’m finally going to be a real mother, of the two most wonderful, cutest, little dark haired girls I’ve ever known.” Everyone kissed Diane, and hugged her, then her sister and the younger girls gave Diane several congratulatory orgasms.

To be continued. Next time: Diane turns forty and her family throws her a party like only this family can.