Frankie and Janey and the Birthday Party

by Honey West

I hid the camera in the stomach of Pooky the Penguin because he wore a sort-of tux and the black lens easily blended in with his black buttons. He sat high on Christina’s bookcase next to Mr. Muggles, Fru-Fru the cow and G.I. Joe. (He was dating Barbie earlier that year.) The angle was perfect and looked down upon the whole bedroom. The images from that camera transmitted into the receiver in the office next door and then into a little computer file that only I could find. I did not like keeping secrets from Frankie but in truth I was not sure what there was to tell her yet.

My name is Janey. Frankie and I met at work, fell in love and decided to move in together. We considered ourselves the perfect lesbian couple; Frankie, in her mid-thirties, was a buxom stunner with a great laugh; I was barely twenty and a little more reserved in my ways. She loosened me up in more ways than I can count. She had always known that she was gay, playing ‘doctor’ with her girlfriends when she was a kid. I had dated boys most of my teen years until, when in college, I had agreed to a threesome with my boyfriend and my roommate, Clare. It was supposed to be a ‘pleasing-Charles-on-his-birthday’ thing but when she kissed me I felt the world change a little. As she straddled him, I went to lick his cock as she rode him and tasted her juices. My tongue slid up from his dick to her cunt and that was it. I wanted nothing but pussy for the rest of my life.

Frankie and I had another desire in common, (again, hers was a lifelong flame, mine was just recently ignited), and that was our pedophile fantasies. Once she showed me her scrapbook of artwork depicting underage kids in a variety of sexual situations I was hooked. We would search the internet for new images and surprise each other with new drawings that we found. We would masturbate in front of each other as we described our favorite fantasies out loud.

As some of you are aware, our life together was turned upside down by the arrival of two children. Frankie’s sister was killed in a car accident and since she had been widowed and there was no one else in the family, Frankie became the sole guardian of her kids, Christina and Edward. The four of us became a family pretty much in the traditional sense, aside from the parents being lesbians. Christina is now seven and Eddie is four. Frankie and I made a promise to ourselves that the kids would in no way be aware of our secret fantasies about young flesh and that they would have a happy, comfortable life with us. It was a surprisingly easy acceptance of domestic routines: family meals, anticipating report cards and getting to know major characters on the Cartoon Network. We were now the perfect responsible lesbian couple, making sure the drawers always had clean socks and fresh Under-roos, that the V-chip was working on our cable box and that Christina had her homework done early at night. Mind you Frankie and I still needed our wild side and would hire a babysitter every two weeks and go to Alice’s Tea Party, a little get-together of lesbian mothers in which we could cut loose and have our own little orgy. But aside from the Tea Party, my mate and I and the kids would lead a fairly normal routine.

Why am I putting a hidden camera in a stuff penguin then? One Sunday afternoon, when I was in bed sick and Frankie had stepped out to get some groceries, young seven-year-old Christina took her baby brother into her room and fellated little Edward, who was only four. I had snuck up and witnessed this but have not told Frankie about it yet.

I wasn’t sure what to tell. I mean, was it just a little experimentation on the girl’s part? Something she heard about in school and wanted to try out? I remember playing Doctor at that age to see what the other boy had underneath his jeans. No big deal. But the thing that struck me was Edward’s response. He did not seem too surprised or even amazed by the blow job he was getting. And to top it off, their ability to keep this incident a secret was mind-boggling. You couldn’t tell these kids had a secret to keep—no sly glances to each other, no self-conscious giveaways at the dinner table, no hint of a conspiracy to hide things from us, just the usual chatter at the table and the occasional jostling for the remote. I don’t know any adults that are that good. I had to see if this was just a moment of sexual curiosity or if it would happen again.

I should talk about the kids for a moment. Little Edward never knew his father and is growing up knowing only women as authority figures. He listens and obeys his older sister most of the time. He is a handsome little toddler with a mild disposition and we know he’s going to break some hearts when he grows up. Christina is just plain gorgeous. At seven, she has a strikingly beautiful face and if she progresses according to nature’s plan she will be a knock-out. She has big clear eyes (very much like Frankie’s), lips that are full for her age (and red. Sometimes you think she’s been playing with lipstick but it’s just her natural look) and the rest of her features are perfect—pert nose and soft, smooth complexion. Her body is typical for a seven-year-old: boyish and athletic, her chest flat save for a hint of babyfat at her nipples, her backside surprisingly full (almost plump but not quite). At times she would wear pants that seem to pack her ass into them and I would practically salivate as she left for school in the mornings.

Well anyway, I bought a program that would compress the time on the camera and store it into my file. Every day or so I would sneak into the computer room and scan the events of the day in Christina’s bedroom. In a week’s time I saw a lot of homework being done, some primping in front of the mirror and on two occasions she came in from the shower, discarded her towel and dressed in her nightshirt. For those instances I strained to focus this cheesy lens on her plump buttocks before she covered them up. Then, near the end of the week, I sat down to do a quick scan. I tended to fast forward once Christina turned out the light and went to sleep. I watched the darkness for a moment and was about to shut the system down when her light came back on. I slowed the speed down and saw that Eddie had entered her room with his teddy bear in his arms. They spoke for a moment (No, I had no sound) and then Christina lifted her bedsheets and invited him in. I cursed as everything they did was under the covers and left to my imagination. I tried to decipher the moving lumps but it seemed too formless for me to make anything out. After a while the girl’s arm emerged and turned off the light. I fast-forwarded to early morning where Christina woke up and led Edward back to his bedroom. She crawled back in and slept another hour until my head popped in to tell her to wake up for school. Damn! I remember that morning. They sat and ate breakfast like nothing had happened. These tykes were starting to bug me! Then I realized that it didn’t matter. My questions had been partially answered: They did fool around on some regular basis. Should I tell Frankie now?

I decided to take the issue straight to Christina. There were plans to take Edward to the mall for new clothes and I bowed out, citing the need to get some office work done. I surprised Christina by asking her to stay and keep me company. Frankie smiled suspiciously and left with the boy, probably thinking that we were going to make plans for her upcoming birthday.

I brought cookies and tea into the living room and found Christina sitting primly on the sofa, as if awaiting punishment. She was wearing her dress with the spaghetti straps that accented her smooth, petite shoulders. She was rubbing her bare feet together nervously and I tried to relax her with conversation about school, friends and such. It seemed silly after a bit as it was apparent to both of us that I was there to talk about something more important. I decided to dive right in.

“Christina, you know what I want to discuss with you, don’t you?”

She stared at the floor and nodded. “You found out about me. Does Aunt Frankie know?”

“No, dear. This is between you and me—and Edward, of course.” Christina’s looked shocked and ashen at the mention of her brother’s name. Her mouth fell open as I recounted how I came upon them that afternoon I was sick. I didn’t tell her about the camera in her room or the ‘sleepover’ I’d witnessed because, well, quite frankly, I was ashamed to admit that I’d invaded her privacy. The child had a look of panic as she begged me not to tell Aunt Frankie or anyone else.

“Please, Aunt Janey! No one must know! We promised! If they find out they’ll take Eddie away and separate us! We promised never to tell!”

“Who did you make this promise to?”

The girl fell silent but I knew now who it was and my head spun at the realization. “Christy, did your mother make you promise? Is that it? Do you want to talk about it, hon?” Christina just pouted and stared at the floor again. I tried not to sound judgmental and sipped my tea hoping to find an opening. Suddenly it occurred to me: she was SURPRISED when I mentioned her brother. “Christy, darling, you thought I was going to talk to you about something else, didn’t you? What was that?”

“Ohh,” She said as if it were no longer important, “I thought you found out about my finding your scrapbook. The one with all the naked kids in it. Y’know, having sex and stuff. I forgot to put a picture back.”

This time MY mouth fell open. “But we keep that in the bedroom safe!”

She gave a small sly smile. “I know. I memorized the combination once when you put away some papers.” Her eyes looked right at mine. “You two are a lot like Mom.

Information moved more freely after that. Since we both had the goods on each other we were equals in sin and therefore confidants. I told the girl that I would answer any questions about Frankie and me if she would tell me her story. Once she realized the secret was out, she became very forthcoming of her brief history.

Christina’s father had died just before Edward was born. She sometimes found her mother, Angela, crying in the middle of the day and knew that she was missing her husband very much. Christy, just four years old, did not want her mom to feel alone and started to climb into her bed at night to keep her company. At first they cuddled and drifted to sleep but soon her mother would spend nights rubbing the child’s body and gently humping her. She would run her hands over and over the girl’s small chest and dip down to her bare crack where she sometimes touched her slit and got her finger ‘all gooey’. Then one night she asked little Christy if she would like to make mommy really happy. Of course the girl was more than happy to oblige and Angela pulled out her tit and asked Christy to suckle it while she made squishy sounds down below. Soon they were sleeping naked and playing games that kept Angela smiling and humming during the day and that made her daughter very happy. Her mother stressed the importance of keeping their ‘bedtime games’ a secret reminding her that a slip of the tongue would get them in serious trouble and the authorities would break up their family and take her away. She reminded Christina, sternly at times, that if you act like you have a secret, then someone will want to know what that secret is. Soon after little Edward became potty trained, Angela began to take him to bed as well. They snuggled and giggled and soon were toying with his little dingle. Her favorite thing was to sit back and masturbate as her daughter sucked and licked Eddie’s teeny cock and balls. Aside from the Bedtime Games, they led a pretty normal life and were happy until the fateful car crash.

My mouth was dry and my heart thumping. I watched this girl’s face as she told me in hushed tones of her mom’s orgasms and how the kids would gleefully clap when she came. This precious seven-year-old truly felt that was the most important thing in her times with her mother: that Angela came and therefore was happy.

“What about you, child? Did you…?”

“Aunt Janey! I’m too young to orgasm.” She giggled, “I would play-act though, I would pretend and do it just like Mommy and she’d laugh and say I was very convincing.”

Christina was in a relaxed and humorous mood by this time and I was downright wet. Sitting next to me with her bare shoulders and firm little legs, she spoke of things that she knew were naughty but fun because they were naughty. I had become strangely aware of myself while I listened to her; aware of my breasts, my moist pussy, my legs and my breathing. I had become aware of my ‘adultness’ next to this little girl and I wanted very much to take a pair of scissors to her thin spaghetti straps. I took a (slightly shaky) sip of tea and tried to remember The Promise.

“Are you going to tell Aunt Frankie about us?”

Tell her what? That her late sister was a bigger pedophile than us?

“Did you think she’d be upset about what you told me?”

The girl rubbed her feet together. “I dunno. Maybe. Mom told us never to tell anyone. But then I found…you know.”

“Our scrapbook? I should spank you for going in our private things like that.” I tried to sound stern but I remembered a camera in Pooky the Penguin and felt like a hypocrite. “Well, no matter. Listen to me, child. Your Aunt Frankie loves you and Edward very much. She would never separate you two for any reason and only wants the best for the both of you, I know. She wants very much to be as good a mom as, well, your mom. She wants to do your mother proud and keep you happy, okay?”

I tried to explain about the drawings we kept in the scrapbook but it was awkward describing our pedophile desires to a 7-year-old while trying to not sound ‘aggressive’. I was stumbling for the right words when she cut me off.

“Aunt Janey? Would you like to see me naked?”

“Um, why yes I would,” I answered honestly. “But I don’t know…I mean I not sure…”

Christina slid her thin straps off her shoulders and pulled her top down to uncover her pink puffy nipples. Watching me carefully, she tweaked them with her fingers and pinched them forward from her flat chest. “Mommy said I’d have boobs like hers someday, or Aunt Frankie’s. Aunt Frankie’s are bigger.”

Oh hell, any promises made were about to go out the window. I didn’t consider myself a noble person in the first place. I’d helped in drugging this girl one night for a few moments of groping and tasting and I’d put a camera in her bedroom. Might as well sin some more so I unbuttoned my top and, unsnapping my bra from the front, slipped out my tits for her to see.

“Mine aren’t as big as Frankie’s but they are very sensitive.” I gulped, “Would you like to taste?” I cupped a boob in my hand and the girl leaned over and began suckling. The feel of her soft face on my breast was heavenly and her tongue was doing everything right. My hand slipped under my skirt and, pushing my panties aside, found the magic spot. I was determined to make some serious ‘schlopping’ sounds as Christy wrapped her arms around me and tongued my nipple. She moaned as if she’d truly missed this feeling. My free hand touched her little puffy cone and my squishy sounds started immediately. I looked down and watched her red lips wrap around my extended tip and marveled at the joy of a child so young sucking on my breast as if she actually wanted milk. It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would feel like and I felt a pang of guilt for not having Frankie here to at least watch. No matter, My hand slid down to her leg and began pushing her dress up. I caressed her silky thigh, touched the fabric of her underwear and could feel the outline of her slit when—

We could hear the sound of Frankie’s keys jangling as she tried to find the one that fit our door. Christy and I leaped about, straightening our clothes and bumping into each other trying to find a casual pose. We heard Frankie drop her keys and curse. Quick, I whispered, to your bedroom and play some music. Christy kissed me and ran, shutting her door. I opened the front door and Edward darted past me and down the hall.

“He had to go really bad.” Frankie chuckled, putting her shopping bags down, kissing me and then eyeing me curiously. “You looked flushed.”

“I was looking at some stuff you might like,” I lied. “Christina’s in her room doing homework. So let’s see what you got for Edward to wear.”

“You two have been planning a birthday thing for me, haven’t you? Remember, I’m not interested in any surprise parties. Just something simple.”

“Oh don’t worry. There won’t be any surprises. And it’ll be simple.”

Okay, so that time I was REALLY lying.

* * *

“A Wilbur Wackyworld. Nice.” Frankie smiled as we stood outside the Chucky-Cheese style establishment. Yayyy! screamed the kids and we entered into a world of games, indoor playground equipment, tunnels, video games, and noise—lots of noise. It was early afternoon and the place was packed with rowdy, hyper-active kids still running on a sugar rush. Sounds of bells and whistles from the skeeball games, pinball machines and some poor college student dressed as Wacky Wilbur doing a musical number that no one was listening to.

It was Frankie’s birthday today—a Saturday. I had awoken her with what I hope was a lovely rim-job, and after making love we woke the kids to spend the day celebrating. She opted to let the young ones pick the first thing to do and here we were. I thought it was a good idea since this place offered special features the other venue didn’t. On the second floor circling the play area were private sound-proof rooms that allowed adults to watch their kids below and keep their sanity. We could order drinks thru the intercom waitress so the two of us sat in a cubicle and drank some beers as we spied little Edward diving in and out of a pit filled with plastic balls. Christy was close by keeping an eye on him as she has always done. I suppose this sort of place should be a dream for two secret pedophiles like us but in truth the raucous antics and high noise level just gave us a headache and made us wonder why they haven’t instituted a leash-law for humans in this state. I figured this would be a good time to enlighten my life partner on what’s been going on and what might be in store for her this day (if things go right).

Beautiful Frankie smiled as we watched Eddie climb into some kind of treehouse tunnel. “You know, my sister and I didn’t get along most of the time. But I gotta admit, Angela did a great job with these kids. I wish she could see that they’re doing just fine.”

I hadn’t been sure where to start. I figured that this was perhaps an opening.

“Why didn’t you get along with your sister? You never spoke much about her.”

“Oh,” Frankie sipped her beer, “I never made it a secret my being gay and, well, she didn’t approve. Said it embarrassed her, and that only made me be more gay, y’know? Just to rile her. Anyway we never talked much after I left home.”

I saw Christina down below. She was alternating standing watch over her brother like a lifeguard and eyeing us in the booth talking. Watching our lips move in conversation, I’ll bet she was nervously waiting for Frankie’s mouth to pop open.

“You know,” I tried to sound casual, “I’ll bet your sister thought a lot differently of you later on in her life.”

“Oh yeah?” she chuckled bitterly, “I bet she wouldn’t have wanted me to get custody of her kids, that’s for sure.”

Our talk was getting a bit dark so I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back, then remembered where we were and pulled back. “Stop. Other parents can see us in here.”

“Then let them. ‘Just to rile them’.”

She gave me a quick kiss and watched the kids some more. “Look, Christy keeps looking up at us. Think we’re embarrassing her or something?”

“Actually, I think she’s waiting for the time that your mouth pops open.”

“Say again?”

Well it’s now or never for me, I thought. “Frankie, being lesbian has not been a problem for either of us, right? It’s nothing to be ashamed of and we’ve been happy together with no compunctions.”

“Janey, What are—”

I held my hand up to finish. “But the night we used the Magic Elixir on the kids and played ‘doctor’ with them we felt horniness, lust, decadent, whatever. But we didn’t really feel shame or remorse, right? I mean the kids had no knowledge of it and they weren’t harmed and we got a bit of our fantasies out, right? And they’re growing up healthy and happy rugrats, am I correct?”

Frankie just waited for me to make my point.

“Now despite that wonderful moment, we decided that we would never make any further moves on the children. And we haven’t. Now why did we do that?”

Frankie started to say something, thought better of it and let me continue.

“Because we wanted the kids to have a normal and unaffected life with us. And normal they are. Hell, they’re better than normal. They’re the best behaved kids I have ever seen, and responsible. The way Christina protects Edward and Eddie minds Christina is…is…admirable.” I sensed I was losing my focus here. Frankie sensed it too.

“Janey, what are you getting at.”

“Well, I just want you to keep that in mind when I tell you some things.”

“What ‘things’?”

“Ehh, Okay,” I took a long slug of my beer, “You remember when I was sick last month and you went to the store that Sunday and left the kids playing in the living room? Well, I… I caught Christy giving head to her brother.”

Christina saw Frankie’s mouth pop open. I gave my best case for why I didn’t tell Frankie about it sooner but I don’t think it mattered as she was still in a state of shock. She gulped down the rest of her beer and looked down to see Christy but couldn’t find her. (The girl was hiding inside a crowd of kids but still watching us.)

“Well,” she finally composed herself, “I suppose we need to have a talk with young Christina. Now I don’t want us to sound judgmental or anything—”

I stopped her there and told her about the camera I had installed in Christy’s room. Her mouth dropped again and I explained how I needed to know if the kids were having sex regularly. When I told her about Edward’s nighttime visit, well, I could say that her mouth didn’t pop open but that was because it didn’t have time to shut from the last news. Her eyes did roll back in her head and she stood up and started pacing, ranting and blaming the new math and the Republicans for all of this nonsense. I let her vent out her amazement and felt she was taking it better than I thought. I spotted poor Christina watching from a hidden spot and could see fear in her eyes as she watched Aunt Frankie having her tirade. She looked less frightened when I flashed a thumbs up to her. Frankie finally sat back down and, after composing herself, switched on the intercom and ordered a Scotch and soda. They didn’t serve hard liquor so she ordered two more beers. She then asked if I wanted one also. “Sure,” I said. “Okay, make it three,” she announced to the waitress. After a few slugs she seemed more relaxed. “Well, I guess NOW the next thing to do is have a little talk with Christina, right?”

This is the way the rest of our time in the Wilbur Wackyworld booth went. Telling Frankie that I had already talked to Christina produced a mild reaction compared to when I started telling her about her sister’s incestuous playtime with the kids. Now I wasn’t sure if she was mortified, angry, and just plain blown away by the news as she was getting a little crocked and had just finished downing MY beer. A funny thing about Frankie, she normally doesn’t drink a lot. I mean she has on special occasions and, while there are morose drinkers, crying drinkers and violent drinkers, Frankie was actually a ‘cute’ drunk. The kind you had to keep an eye on or she would light the wrong end of her cigarette and try to smoke it for fifteen minutes. Or she would answer the cordless phone not realizing she had the remote control at her ear. When we left the Wackyworld my love was sitting in the passenger seat with a goofy smile on her face. She had not said anything to Christy or me, just looked straight ahead smiling and humming the Wilbur Wackyworld theme song. Christy was quiet too, not knowing what to make of the situation and Edward had tuckered himself out and fell asleep buckled up. Finally Frankie spoke up. “So. Where else are we going on my birthday?”

We went back home. I was worried about Frankie as she had not said much since we got in the car. I knew she would sleep as soon as I laid her on the bed. “Is she okay?” Christy asked from the bedroom doorway as I kissed Frankie on the forehead.

“She’s fine. She took it better than I’d thought.”

“Really?!”

“Trust me. Now check on your brother and you should take a nap yourself. We’re going out to dinner tonight. It’s Aunt Frankie’s birthday, remember?”

I was waiting with juice and aspirin when Frankie woke up. She was cool and collected if not a bit hungover. “Wow. My sister of all people,” she mused, “and stuff I only dream about.” She looked at me. “Did you and …”

“Nope,” I said. I was being truthful. Aside from that brief moment of groping, I mean. If anything else happened I wanted it to be with my lover’s full blessing and/or participation. I didn’t want to risk any wrong feelings from Frankie, and when I told Christina this she said she was glad Frankie was in love with me. We’d spent the week catching each other’s eye though, and I admit to some serious fantasizing over the girl.

“So,” I asked, “are you cool with it now?”

Frankie looked confused and rubbed her head. “I guess. I mean it was a shock. It’s like hearing that the Pope has been screwing…well, bad example. But my SISTER! Jeez.” She took a few more aspirin and gave me a sly smile. “You know, the more I think of it, the more jealous I get.”

“Oooh, glad to hear you say that.”

Frankie’s face became sharp. “Really? Why?”

“I talked to the kids. They consider you their new mother now. They’d like to make you happy.”

Frankie’s mouth popped open. Get dressed, I said, we’re going to dinner. It’s your birthday.

We ate at a very fancy restaurant. Four-year-old Edward looked darling in his suit and tie and his hair combed down. ‘My Little James Bond’ I called him. Christina wore a lovely evening dress that I had picked out for her. It was a rose-colored number that kept her lovely shoulders bare and ruffles in the front that almost gave the illusion that she had small breasts. Frankie had broken the tension the poor girl was feeling by playfully asking her if there were any other secrets she had hidden. They smiled at each other throughout the meal. At Christy’s nudging, Edward held out their present to Aunt Frankie: a watch they had picked out together. By dessert we were giggling and snickering like a family should and I felt warm just being there.

The ride home was filled with anticipation. We were all quiet but kept smiling. Zooming out of the elevator, the kids ran down the hall with the keys to the door. Frankie held me back.

“Janey, I don’t know. I know it’s a fantasy come true, but I don’t want to lose these kids.”

“So who’s gonna know? Tell me one time when they made you suspicious about themselves. Hell, Edward’s practically been trained since birth to keep a secret. Now face it, you’re getting the birthday of your life tonight.” And I led her into our apartment.

We found the kids in our bedroom arranging the pillows. They were propped against the headboard and Eddie was bringing in some extras from their rooms. I had explained to Frankie that the kids were used to doing certain things for their mother and if it made them feel comfortable to do the same with us. The girl was lighting several well-placed candles about the room and turned off the overhead light. The little four-year-old was giving serious consideration to the placement of the pillows and then stood beside his sister, still looking like a miniature spy. Christy looked down at her dress. “We’re usually in our pajamas.”

“Go then,” I said, “and hurry.”

They scampered off and I turned to Frankie. She looked nervous and shaky. “Oh my god, Janey. Is this really gonna happen?” I answered her by putting a joint to her lips and lighting it. She inhaled deeply and I took a toke. The kids entered and Frankie coughed trying wave the smoke away.

Christy was unperturbed. “It’s okay, Aunt Frankie, Mom always smoked those. They’re not for kids, though. Let’s see, candles, pillows, that stuff you’re smoking, what’s missing?”

“Clothes!” Edward called out, pointing at us.

“That’s right, Aunt Frankie, you have to take your clothes off.”

Now this seemed ironic. Here we were taking our evening dresses off in front of the children, who were wearing Barbie and Scooby-doo PJ’s. I felt the buzz hit me and unzipped Frankie from the back, letting her dress drop to the floor. She stood there in bra and panties and I undid the top, letting her full breasts fall out and forward. Little Eddie turned and whispered into his sister’s ear.

“Yeah,” she agreed, “just like mommy’s.” I turned my lover around and found a new look in her eyes. Gone was nervousness and bold lust had taken it’s place. She pulled my dress down and exposed my titties, nipples hard from the sudden freedom and well, just plain horniness. She kissed me sexily, pushing our boobs together and copping a feel for the children’s amusement. We smiled, blushed and turned to face the kids. Together we bent over and slid our panties off. Christy’s eyes grew big and Edward excitedly whispered into her ear.

“What?” we demanded.

The girl seemed thrilled. “Hair. You have hair down there.”

It seems Angela kept herself shaved. Frankie and I had, respectively, light and dark bushes, neatly trimmed. It was just a reminder to us that Christina would be showing us her hairless pussy soon. I’d hoped I wasn’t too wet down there for first impressions, but I could feel myself getting soaked.

As per the girl’s instructions, we leaned back against the pillows, our knees up and our hands mildly passing over our cunts. “Mommy loved to poke herself while Eddie and me sat here.” They positioned themselves on the foot of the bed. My breathing was heavy now. The kids took off their pajama tops. Little Eddie had dark nipples on his baby chest. I’d seen him naked in the tub, of course, but now those little nubs had a whole new look to me. They both had the same boyish skin but the girl’s nipples were pink and puffy and succulent-looking. I took one last puff and handed the roach to Frankie. She waved it away, never taking her eyes off the children. What a decadent scene we made: two grown women naked in a bed, leaning back shoulder to shoulder watching two little children put on a strip show for us. Frankie’s fingers left her pussy and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze while she watched every move her young charges made. It was her way of telling me that she was glad that I was there with her. When she let go she moved her hand to my pussy and mine to hers.

Christina was pulling on her ‘puffies’, getting them to swell and extend. Edward grinned, waiting for instructions. I could see his little erection tenting thru his pjs. Christy slid her hand down his pajama pants and cupped his groin. “Guess what I’ve got,” she sing-songed and little Eddie giggled excitedly. I heard my mate next to me moan and my finger felt a rush of liquid honey. I loved running my finger up and down her slit.

Christy then pulled her baby brother’s pants down and showed us his teeny boner. Frankie and I gave a wolf-whistle at the same time and the boy just beamed. Crouched behind him, Christina brought her hands around to his weiner and stroked the little two-inch cock. Frankie moaned again and brought her hand back to her mound. Eddie gave a giggle when his sister wrapped her red lips around it. His pants were still around his knees and the girl turned him around, never taking her mouth off him, so that his smooth flawless little asscheeks were facing us. Her hand slid about his buttocks and then two fingers pushed them apart giving us a glimpse of his butt-hole. Frankie had her first orgasm of the night. I was in a state of delirium. I’m surprised there wasn’t drool running down my chin. The kids gleefully smiled at each other while we were cumming.

Edward lost the rest of his pajamas and hopped on the bed, his peter bouncing with him. Christina quieted him and stood up on the bed and slid her bottom off. She was the most beautiful creation I had ever seen. Her plump little body was smooth as silk and her hairless pussy was perfect. Frankie and I were gripping our tits and making squishy sounds with our cunts as the girl reclined in front of us, propped on her elbows, and spread her legs. I was hypnotized by that bald slit that began to separate as she drew her legs further apart. The smell of adult pussy was in the air. Frankie’s was especially fragrant. It was something I loved about her. She gave off the most enticing perfume when she was really horny and I delighted in watching young Christy’s nostrils react to the scent. Frankie and I both leaned forward to get a better look and in response the seven-year-old pulled her lips apart to show her secrets. She had a pink clean wetness that drew us closer. I could see her clit bobbing in and out of her shell. I could smell younger pussy and before I could move further, Frankie dove in and began eating her niece’s honeypot. I masturbated furiously as I watched.

The girl looked glazed as her aunt tenderly but deeply licked her soft crack. She may have been too young to orgasm but she was enjoying this nonetheless. Little Eddie moved along side of Christy, perhaps starting to feel left out, and whispered in her ear. The schoolgirl smiled, nodded and said to me, “Mom liked this one a lot. I think you will too.” And with that, Edward stood over his sister’s head and carefully squatted. My fingers started moving in overdrive and Frankie lifted her head to see Christina push her tongue up her baby brother’s ass. As he gingerly sat on his sister’s face, I could see her tongue snake around his tiny hole and his stiff short pecker pointed straight up. “Oh, Oh , OHH!” Frankie cried out and, leaving the girl’s drenched mound, glided up her body and practically swallowed Eddie’s wee sausage and pearly balls.

Her free hand shot to her gash and Frankie and I wound up cumming at the same time, very passionately and very loudly. We rolled over into each other gasping for air and soaked with sweat. The children cheered at our well-timed orgasms.

Poor little Edward fell asleep sometime during the night, but not before we got to see him lick his sister’s pussy and asshole, not before Frankie let him taste her furry cunt (he loved that), an not before I took my sopping-wet pussy-soaked fingers and lathered up his little Johnson.

That left us girls still awake and sleep was something we didn’t do. Christina seemed to be in heaven as she kept making us cum one way or another. God, that youngster could suckle tit, taste pussy and eat ass like she lived for it. Her joy of making her mother smile had now been redirected to her new moms and she was glowing each time we exploded. I was in heaven too. As Christy got on her knees and bent down to taste her aunt’s pussy, I moved behind her and kneaded her plump behind. I was floating as I pulled her cheeks further apart and gazed at her cute pinkish hole. I brought my nose close to it and drew in the intimate scent I had remembered from the night of the Elixir. My finger felt the rim of her puckered ass and, as if in a stupor; my head drifted forward, lost in the flesh of this little girl. I remember my nose pressing against her pouting opening and then pushing in a little. I felt the young one giggle and I began laving her backside with my tongue. We moved about in various combinations. My favorite was when Christy tongued Aunt Frankie’s ass while I drank her pussy juices. Frankie’s ‘perfume’ kept me there for God knows how long. Then, as the night began to wane, Frankie, who couldn’t get enough of this hairless pussy, was giving Christy a ‘last call’ munching. I held the child in my arms as my mate pulled the girl’s lips apart and inhaled deeply. As she ran her tongue through the velvet slit, Christina took my nipple into her mouth and soaked it with saliva. She began to hum and after a while began to moan. Soon the youngster was bucking and twitching and had herself a pretty good climax, almost biting my tit off for a moment. Frankie was ecstatic. “Oh my god! Did you see that?! She came! Was that your first, sweetheart?” I caught the wink Christy gave me. Her mother did say she was convincing.

Everyone slept late that morning. I was too pooped to move so it was toaster waffles for all. I must have looked like Frankie did; worn out and ready to crawl back under the sheets (for sleep!). The kids looked bright and cheery and asked if they could watch TV. We nodded and they scooted off arguing over the remote. Frankie looked at me in amazement. We both looked into the living room at the youngsters. If it wasn’t for a brief, sweet smile Christina gave us, you’d think last night didn’t happen.

“Amazing,” Frankie said.

“Told ya,” I smiled.