| Rabbits
Maryanne was nearly asleep, but mumbled, "I do like that story. Wish I could pop down a rabbit hole." Alice smiled at her sister, ten years old and so childish, but so beautiful. So full of fun and curiosity, just like she'd been at that age. As she bent down to kiss her goodnight she whispered, "I did, once." Maryanne opened her eyes wide and whispered back, "You did? Oh, my, you never told me. Can you take me?" "Tomorrow, maybe, if the weather is nice. Go to sleep now, and we might go down a rabbit hole in the morning, eh?" She gave her a kiss, pulled up the blankets, and tiptoed out. Gentle breathing was the only sound to be heard. The following morning was delightful. Warm, a clear sky with a gentle breeze, so the two girls asked their mother if they could go to the field for a walk. They could, but only if they took hats, lunches, rugs, books, pencils and paper, and other things; Maryanne tuned out long before the list was complete, and as they walked she said "Mother is always worrying, making us do all the right things, isn't she? She's too fussy." But Alice just grinned and tugged her sister into a brisk walk. There had once been lots of rabbits in that field, but there were rather few now, and it took them a while to find a burrow, at least one that appeared to go downwards, into the earth, not just a bit of scrabbled out dirt. Maryanne looked at her sister in puzzlement. "How on earth can we get into THAT? It's far too small." "Ah, my love, our bodies can't, but our imaginations can. What do you think you would find if you let your mind wander into an imaginary place like this? Like fairy land, or something similar." Maryanne's face creased in concentration as she considered, then asked, "Could it be anything I liked? Because I don't know what I like, really, being with you, of course, and mother, and drawing, but - " she paused, then with a sudden smile said, " -could we go together? You've been before, you said, so you could show me, couldn't you?" "We could, but you would have to then be part of my dream and my fantasy. I'd love you to come with me, of course, but you may not get to have your dream, just mine." "Oh, that's fine, because I love you, and you know all the best things too, so - what do we do?" "Well, we lie on the ground here, on the blanket, we hold hands, and let our minds go down that rabbit hole. Want to try?" A big nod of her head, and Maryanne lay down on her back and closed her eyes. As Alice lay beside her and grasped her sister's hand and closed her eyes, her mind went back to her previous adventure and how that had changed her life forever. How things were - well, very different now to how they'd been. How much more exciting they were, how naughty, how - But her fingers had found their way inside her skirt, inside her panties, and inside herself where they began to play. And the lovely hot thrill began. And so did their new descent down the rabbit hole, straight to that strange place of imagination. "Eek!" Maryanne's screech was scared, astounded, and discomforted. "I haven't got any clothes on! Where's my dress? Alice! Where - " but her yell was silenced by the sight of her sister, of bare skin, big round breasts, closed eyes and panting, but most of all by her red face and the sounds that were coming out of her mouth. Her own mouth opened and stayed that way, disbelieving the sight. Before she could even take a breath a voice said, so loudly it almost deafened her, "So you return, Miss Alice of the hot underpants, finally, ready to face the music at last. And you bring your sister for even more fun and games. You are a brave girl!" This was said with great sarcasm, an evil sneer, and a flick of fingers. Alice let out a final moan, one that turned into a groan as she heard The Voice. "Oh. Hullo, Queen." She sounded depressed rather than angry. "Don't you dare touch my sister. She's only ten." "Just the age I like best! Maryanne, isn't it?" She turned to her, a smile so full of evil on her face that Maryanne shuddered. "I'm so pleased you've come, we have lot's to show you, little girls love it here, don't they, Alice?" The reply was quavery. "Yes, I think so. I think I did." But she knew she really had enjoyed it, but had been somehow reluctant to go back. "So, Miss Maryanne, let me show you how things are done here in Wonderland." The smile was only slightly more inviting. "Look at me!" The command was so imperious that poor Maryanne she did what she was told, and looked into the eyes that were suddenly not grim, imperious or harsh, but lovely, inviting and kind. She found herself smiling, found herself falling into the depths of those grey eyes, and did not resist when two hands gently prized her legs apart and a head went between them and began to lick her private parts. It didn't seem to matter, not at first, but when her sister leant over her and began to kiss her lips, well, that was different. Sisters didn't kiss with their tongue between your teeth, making your mouth open, push her tongue inside her mouth and play. Did they? No, they didn't, and she suddenly became aware of where she was and what was happening to her. She wanted to scream, but couldn't, her mouth being unable to operate. She wanted to struggle out of the position she was in, grab her clothes and go home, but she couldn't do that either. Queenie had her in a lock grip, and seemed to have begun pushing something up inside her wee wee hole, which was - well, it wasn't hurting, but - but when she felt fingers massaging her tiny nipples it all changed again. A kind of shock went through her, made her hair stand on end, her limbs to tremble, and a kind of heat to radiate out from her breast and travel all over her. She gasped. The heat got hotter, a buzzing began, her breath went all funny, and then a kind of pain - no, it was not a pain, it was a seizure, (her mother had had one of those, so she knew), and she felt herself begin to twist and squirm before her mouth opened, all by itself, and she half screamed, half groaned as the heat stayed and her limbs shook. Sometime later - she never knew how long - she knew something strange had taken place. Not a terrible thing, not even a nice thing, just odd. She had no strength, everything had a rosy glow to it, she was wet between her legs like she had done wee wees, and someone was licking her feet. She opened her eyes a little more and saw that it was Alice, her sister, licking and watching her. "Hello," her sister said, "How do you like it down the rabbit hole?" How did she like it? She shook her head in bewilderment. "What are you doing?" She was frowning. "And where are your clothes?" There was no answer, just a grin. "I feel all hot and sweaty. And wet. And - and almost, a bit happy." That wasn't right, and she shook her head again. "Something." The foot licking stopped, and she watched, as though she were dreaming, as her beautiful sister slid up the side of the couch on which she was lying and put her face close to hers. "Love you, little sister, love you so much." Alice's mouth was next to her ear, and breathed the words into it. Then her mouth left the ear and went to her lips where it breathed on them before the tongue gently stroked her lips. Then Alice's lips were on hers, brushing them, sliding across them, back and forth, and Maryanne knew that what she was feeling was so wonderful, so beautiful, that it had to be right. Her lips opened and her own tongue brushed across her sister's lips. It felt delicious. And it wasn't a fairy story, either. It was real, she could feel the sensations right through her body. Kissing her sister was the most wonderful thing. The most natural thing, too. She smiled. She felt wonderful. "Hello, hello, what have we got here?" The voice was jovial, male, and, thought Alice, just a bit too friendly. She knew who it was, of course, having been introduced to him by the Queen herself as her half-brother - which she'd thought meant being a half-sister as well - and he had tried to get her into the bed by pretending to be a real girl. She hadn't been fooled, as he hadn't smelled right. "Get out of here, you stupid knave!" She didn't have to be kind or nice to him, and the queen didn't trust him at all, not after he'd gone off with the tarts from the kitchen. "Now, now Alice, that's no way to speak to royalty. I just wanted to meet Maryanne, no harm in that is there?" At the mention of her name Maryanne opened her eyes, for she had been in a kind of pleasant daze, looked around and when they beheld the visitor she tried to cover her nakedness, turned beet red, and cried out, "Papa, what are you doing here?" Bewildered, Alice began, "But he's not -", but was cut off by their visitor. "My dear child, this is the land of dreams, don't you know? I've always dreamt of seeing you like this, and I must say I'm not disappointed." He sat down on the edge of the couch and ran his hand gently along the side of her leg. "Lovely. And, my dear, are you sure you have never dreamt of seeing me like this? It's only natural, you know, it's how love expresses itself." And his fingers began to gently rub her nipples, which made her feel hot again, mixed up, wicked, nice and - "So here you are, you disgusting man." The voice was banshee, its owner stout red haired, red faced, and burly. "At the children again, I see. Shame, shame, can't let you out of my sight. Come on, home with you before I box your ears." She grabbed his hair and tugged, causing his toupee to slide off - and the spell was broken. Maryanne, then Alice started to laugh. Stupid old man. They kept giggling as the two disappeared out the door. Then Maryanne looked up at her sister, a puzzled smile on her face. "Wasn't that Mrs Beaton, the housekeeper?" "I believe it was." Alice sat on the couch. "What a strange place, eh? Do you like being here with me?" "I like being with you anywhere. But, well, what you did - um - before, you know? It felt very nice, not wrong at all, and - well, would you do it some more? Please? She was a very well brought up young girl, and never forgot her manners. Well, not very often. "I think I'd like that too. You could do the same to me, if you like. It's a lovely feeling, isn't it?" A big smile spread over Maryanne's face as she reached out her hand to brush it over her sister's lovely round breasts and pink nipples. "I like doing this," she said after a moment, "you have such soft skin. I wish I had breasts." This was said wistfully, but the smile was still there. "You will, soon enough. And hair here" - pointing to her crotch - "and other things - actually, you have one of them now, but it is going to grow bigger in a little while." "Where? Where?" she could not contain her excitement. "Show me!" "Well, you can't see it. But you can see mine, if you like?" This puzzled her. A big frown, then, "Why can't I - but yours - very well, then show me yours. It's got to be in a strange place, though." This last was said almost to herself. "Very well, you stand up, and I'll lie down. Then I can show you." That accomplished, Alice opened her legs and pulled her labia apart, as wide as she could. She loved doing that. "Now, my pet, you lie down with your head between my legs so you can see where I have my fingers. Between them, in there." She nodded her head toward the area. A look of concern washed over her sister's face. "Ahh -", but her misgivings went away as she looked into the eyes of lovely, grown up Alice. If she said so, well, she would. She lay on her tummy, as instructed, inched her way forward until her eyes were as close as she could get, and peered into the wet pink place that was being made by her sister's fingers. "You smell nice." There was a kind of awe in the voice. "That's because I am nice." Giggles. "Up near the top, you see where my finger is, there's a little pale bump, like a tiny finger. That's it. Can you see it?" "No, I don't think so." "Put your finger on the place near mine, and I'll show you." She did that, and soon found the place. "It's soft, but I can see it now. Have I got one of those?" "Yes, but it's tiny at present. But that doesn't matter, not really, because it is still one of the most important parts of your body. Let's exchange positions and I'll show you why." They did that, and Maryanne had no hesitation in opening her legs so Alice could see her - "What is it called, Alice? I've never known about it before." "It's called the clitoris. Let me show you what it does, or rather, what it feels like when its stimulated." "What's stimulated mean?" "Let me show you." She began to gently rub her finger over the area, and was rewarded with a tiny bump appearing and a sudden in drawing of breath. "Like that?" "That's just like what I felt before, you know, when the queen was here." "She did the same as I'm doing. But she actually did this. Ready?" A quick nod of the head, and Alice began to lick, faster and faster, before she gently inserted her forefinger inside the vaginal opening a short way and began to pulse it in and out. "Oh! Oh! Oh....!" The sound continued, rising and falling, her breathing becoming laboured, her body beginning to twist and turn, until suddenly there was a drawn-out gasp as she slowly collapsed. "That's called an orgasm. You're very young to be having one, but aren't they wonderful?" She waited until her little sister opened her eyes and propped herself up. "Oh my. My heart is still pounding." She looked in wonder at Alice, hardly believing what she had just experienced. After a moment she added, shaking her head a little, "And I'm all wet down there." "Why don't you put your finger into that wetness and taste it? It's pretty good stuff." Nothing ventured, nothing gained; she did so, bringing a puzzled expression, a frown, before she said, "It's a funny taste, a bit like honey and lemon or something." "That's you. Honey and lemon." "No, no, I'm never sour!" "But you're so sweet - how'd you like to taste me?" Young Maryanne opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. "You mean - down there? Are you wet too?" "No, not yet, but I will be when you do - when you help me have an orgasm - like I did for you. " A thoughtful frown appeared. "Do you have to have someone else do it, you know, have an orr-gasm?" She drew the word out, unused to its sound. "No of course not!" Alice was laughing. "You do it yourself, all the time, but it's really nice to have someone else do it, someone you like, someone you love, like you." "Oh. What do I have to do?" She liked being loved, and, clever girl that she was, she loved being liked. "You remember when you looked at me, before? When you looked at my vagina, and I showed you my clitoris?" Big nod. "I liked that. It looked so beautiful." "Well, this time you have to lick and suck it, and put a finger inside and push it back and forth. That's what I did to you, and I love doing it. You will, too. Don't be scared, little one." "I'm not little at all. I'm really big. Well, not as big as you, but I'm not scared, anyway." And with a sudden agility she jumped off the couch, pushed her sister down, put her head between the now open legs and went to start licking the area. "But it's all closed, just a little crease." A complaint if ever there was one. "Oops, sorry, I'll open it up." No point in asking her to do that, she thought. She would need to practice. With the vulva open, Maryanne began to lick, tentatively, stopping to ask if it was the right way, to say that she tasted nice, smelled lovely, that it was hard work, so Alice told her to slide a finger inside her instead. "Won't it hurt?" "Did I hurt you?" "No - oh, I see, that is what you did. Well, here goes." Alice felt a finger, a small finger, much smaller that she was used to, slide in a short way and stop. "Now push it in and out, like a piston or something, faster and faster. It doesn't matter how far you go in, or even if you use two fingers. I like it like that. And if you can suck my clitoris at the same time, that makes it ever so much better." It took quite a while, several periods of rest, a few kisses and pats, but Maryanne finally mastered the rather strange movements, learnt how to breathe through her nose as she worked, and worked out that three fingers were better than two. Alice had come close a couple of times, but at last - at last, she knew soon, and at last experienced that wonderful release, that over-the-top thrill of orgasm. And to double the pleasure, she'd had her sister do it. She'd thought so often about this as she drifted off to sleep, imagined it was Maryanne's fingers doing what she was herself doing, and had dropped the hint about rabbit holes quite deliberately. But she wasn't sure whether what she felt, and what her sister had also obviously felt, was real or imaginary. No matter, she felt really great. When she opened her eyes she found they had gone to sleep in the meadow, the sun had become hot, she was perspiring badly, and she felt a bit squeamish. As she rolled over on the rug so she could reach their picnic basket Maryanne said in a sleepy voice, "My fingers are sore." "Are they? Would you like a drink? Orange juice?" "Thank you. Alice, was that real? I mean, what happened? I thought - well, that you and I, well, I don't know." She looked at her sister, frowning. "Oh, I think we had some funny dreams. It got so hot, and we were tired from that long walk. I wouldn't worry about it." And with that they set off home. Their mother was very cross that they had got so much sun, red faces, smelly perspiration, and their hair, why it was so untidy, full of grass and twigs. "Anyone would think you had been wrestling, you're so dishevelled. Go and get changed and come down for lunch." The girls were very quiet for the remainder of the day, and went to bed quite early, pleading tiredness. Both wanted to relive their adventures, but had to be in different beds. As Maryanne went to her room she put her hand on Alice's arm and looked up at her. "Thank you, " she said softly, that was a lovely day, strange but lovely." And she stood on tiptoe to kiss her. Not on the cheek as usual, but on the lips. They both smiled and went to their beds, both to lie awake and mull over the strange day they'd had. Maryanne, however, could not get to sleep at all, and after what seemed like an age got up and went into her sister's bedroom, finding her awake, staring into the moonlit room, not moving. "I can't get to sleep," she said in a small voice. "I'm still thinking about this morning, and I still feel different, like an itch somewhere inside." There was no answer, so she went on, "How about you? Do you have an itch too?" Alice turned her head to look at this beautiful child, almost at puberty, soon to be a beautiful young woman. How she loved her. Her heart began to pitter-patter, an d she smiled. "Let's find out if our dream was really real. Come on, hop into bed with me and tell me what you think." She threw the blankets back, revealing her unclothed body. Maryanne's eyes opened wide, and in one swift movement pulled her nightie over her head and nestled in beside the sister. She suddenly felt grown up, not shy, not scared, and said, as her fingers found the triangular patch of hair and the warm place below, "That wasn't really a dream, was it?" No answer was necessary, for she felt fingers inside her own pubes, so she leant over and kissed her sister hard, hard on the mouth. THE END |