I Blame The Parents 10. Holly's Back Story.

by hornykate

Hopefully this can be read without reference to anything else but its an attempt to give context to a few characters appearing in I Blame The Parents.

Maisie didn't marry Peter for love. She must have loved him once but she couldn't remember when. No, she'd married him because she was pregnant. Getting wed wasn't a good move, for his behaviour since they'd got married had become more erratic, more threatening, more violent.

She gave birth to a beautiful daughter with her sister Sarah offering the support that he should've provided, whilst he, presumably, was with his druggie mates getting stoned on whatever it was they were taking that week. And it started as soon as she got home, carrying little Holly in her arms.

He'd always been possessive, jealous. But his jealousies were always directed at her sister and the relationship between the two. If only he knew, she often thought with a wry smile.

But now there was nothing to smile about. The moods got uglier, the threat of violence ever greater, the alcohol and drug use more all-consuming.

One night, just after Holly's fourth birthday, Maisie called Sarah, in tears, begging her to come round. Peter was drunk and the threats were real. So with no hesitation she went to confront Peter, who, like all bullies, backed down when faced with this two prong attack. He duly disappeared, with threats and expletives, and Sarah promised to stay for as long as she was required. Holly had been sleeping in her mother's bed for a while now. Maisie felt the need to protect her, and to keep her daughter close. And the night Pete walked out, Sarah would join them.

She knocked hesitantly on the bedroom door.

"Come in," she heard from inside. In she crept and slid, without ceremony, into Maisie's bed. They were both naked. Holly was wearing only a pair of Snow White panties and was wide awake.

"A moment of respite," sighed Maisie, "before it all starts again tomorrow."

"Shall we hire a hit-man?" giggled Sarah.

"Dont laugh, i've actually thought about it."

"Mummy," said little Holly, "daddy scares me."

"Dont worry sweetheart," said Maisie, pulling the child to lay on top of her, "we'll all get out of here soon, I promise, and then we wont be scared anymore."

"I'm not scared now," she said quietly, "with you and aunty Sarah."

Before long Holly was asleep. Sarah snuggled up close to her sister, their arms wrapping around each other, feeling the warmth and comfort in each others naked bodies. They'd been lovers for as long as they could remember, and tonight they both needed the comfort of familiarity.

They made love quietly, not wanting to wake Holly, but the passions soon took over and the writhing bodies and the sounds of love-making increased until inevitably Holly awoke, unbeknownst to the two women, who only gradually became aware of her gaze.

But they didn't stop. Maisie, instead, took Holly's hand and put it to her breast, almost whimpering as her sister fucked her with her fingers. The mother put her hand behind the daughter's head to draw her to her, so she could whisper into her ear, "Aunty Sarah is showing Mummy how much she loves her, sweetheart."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not at all baby, it feels wonderful. Would you like to watch?"

"Yes please Mummy."

Maisie turned to Sarah.

"Go down on me. Let her watch."

So Sarah kissed her way down her sister's body, and was soon licking her cunt, her arousal heightened to fever pitch knowing her four year old niece was watching.

Maisie again took her daughter's hand and placed it on her chest, this time encouraging her to rub her nipples.

"Do you want to take your panties off baby?" she whispered to her. "Would you like Aunty Sarah to love you like she loves Mummy?"

"Yes please," she replied as she happily slid her panties off, "will you aunty Sarah? I want you to love me like you love Mummy."

The bed-sheet was pulled down, revealing three naked bodies, one the same age as me, thought Sarah as she placed her mouth gently over that most beautiful creation, the naked slit of such a young girl. Maisie propped herself on one elbow to watch her daughter's first experience, fingering her own cunt as she did so.

Sarah's tongues slid over and slightly into Holly's little cunt, causing her breathing to quicken. She could hear her sister's breathing becoming more laboured as she approached her orgasm.

"Lick her," she said, her voice thick with emotion and lust, "lick my little baby's clit."

Holly reached out and took her mother's hand, putting it across her flat chest. Maisie began stroking her daughter's nipples, eventually leaning forward to replace her finger with her tongue.

"Can Mummy show you how much I love you sweetheart? Would you like that?"

"Yes yes Mummy, yes."

So Maisie kissed her way down her little body, til she reached her pubic mound, where Sarah gave her cunt one final kiss then made way for Maisie.

And when Maisie first licked her baby daughter's slit she thought she'd burst with joy. Her little legs were wide open, her baby clit just visible, and the taste of little girl pee and soap. All three had found their safe haven for now.