Human Nature 1-8

by Lea

Chapter 1 – First step

Part 8 – Bond

This morning I'm the last one to walk into the kitchen. Looking at the others I'm wondering why I keep wearing that old tee-shirt. Both girls are naked and Héléna got a nightie so short that it doesn't even hide her bare bum. Anyway, this morning the workers will come to renovate the office adjacent to the chamber of Héléna. She wants to turn the office into a bathroom for her room.

We all are properly dressed when the four workers turn up. It doesn't prevent them from ogling us. Héléna and Sandra keep an eye on what they are doing. Sandra is pretty attentive; I guess she wants to learn a little more about the way they work. The workers don't complain. They seem to like my daughter's denim shorts and her sleeveless tee-shirt. I don't know if she noticed the glances, but I did. The workers don't dare to make comments, or at least to my daughter. They flirt with Héléna but she is able to get by on.

It makes me feel a bit perverted to let my daughter tease those big guys. But I won't tell her to hide. She has to learn how to pay attention to strangers' eyes. And I guess the safest way is to learn when her mom is around. So I go on to clean the house, throwing an eye on Sandra whenever I can. It is, moreover, when I pick up the dirty clothes of the girls in their room, I notice that the bed supposed to be my daughter's is well made. On the contrary, Noémie's bed is a mess. Looking better, the pillow on my daughter's bed is all crumpled. A little laugh escapes me. Both little demons sleep together. Thinking about this doesn't help me feel less perverse. I keep on cleaning in order to cool down my overheated mind.

As soon as the workers leave us for lunch, we all end naked in the pool. We are sitting for lunch and Noémie mocks my daughter about the time she spent with the guys. Sandra answers without even blushing that it was instructive and not unpleasant at all to draw their attention. Maybe their attention wasn't always well-placed, but still it was pretty funny. Noémie points out that they talked mostly to her mom. My daughter doesn't get flustered and confess that she's aware Héléna is a hottie. Then she turns to me and adds "almost as much a hottie as you." There we are! Noémie mocks my daughter and I'm the one who blushes.

We all got clothed when the workers come back. Even if, for Noémie and me, it only consists of wearing our swimsuit. Funny to see the little blonde with all her bikini, bottom and tops, on her. On my deck chair, I try to read my book but I fall asleep quickly. Two little hands wake me up, later, spreading sunscreen all over my back. Sitting across my buttocks, Noémie unfastens the clip of my bra and gives me a wonderful massage scented with Monoï. I purr with pleasure enjoying her caresses, my eyes still closed. Her indiscreet fingers sometimes slide over the sides of my breast. However, Noémie remains pretty wise and proper. All of a sudden, I remember the workers and I look around to check if nobody's watching us.

And here he is, sipping on his bottle of water, one of the workers stares at Noémie who, now, is rubbing the bottom of my back. I don't know why he makes me thrill. I feel so uncomfortable, so nervous. Noémie helps me fasten the clasp of my bra. She doesn't look that much comfortable either. I don't understand why this guy worries us. He doesn't look dangerous or threatening. I mean, Noémie didn't know me the first time we met. And I've never met Héléna before that day at the beach. So why was I so trusting then, while I'm so distrustful now.

Fortunately, the worker does not stay longer. But I didn't like the sidelong glance he threw to Noémie. We all are satisfied when the workers leave the house. Héléna because they did a good job, I just because they left. The girls are happy to be able to undress and to jump into the pool. We don't need coaxing to dive in the water either. I swim a few lengths and take a rest on the steps down into the pool.

Sandra doesn't wait long before she joins me. She seems to like the contact of my nude skin against hers. She sits down across my thighs. I take advantage of my position to give her a shoulder massage. She purrs and wiggles. She really looks like a kitty; she stretches and meows, enjoying my caresses. She also turns around and manages to get my hands over her breasts, her belly. I get used with those intimate contacts. Each time my fingers run across her nipples, my daughter huddles up against my own breasts. I don't dwell on her nipples; my fingers find their way from one to the other, making detours by her belly.

Pressed against my belly, Sandra leaves me no choice but to caress her chest and belly. Her nipples harden against my fingertips. Her breath becomes erratic. Her purrs turn into moans. Her arousal contaminates me. Héléna and Noémie are cuddling next to us, but they are much wiser and they don't lose a crumb of our little exchange of tenderness. The circles, that my hands follow, are slowly expanding. When my fingers brush for the first time her pubic mound, we both moan in unison. Her thrill makes me thrill in return.

I dare not get too down below. Sandra must have felt it, and she transmits to her pelvis back and forth movements on my thigh. Her loud breaths arouse and trouble me at the same time. Our friends' attention also arouses me. And the more I'm aroused, the more I feel uncomfortable. Worse, this discomfort adds to my arousal. It's as if my arousal feeds on my renunciation of everything that founded my moral education. Could there be anything more contrary to morality than this? In fact, yes, there's something, the caresses I'm actually giving to my daughter's breasts. I'm involved in my daughter's sexual satisfaction. And, whatever I could or should think, I love it all.

Sandra won't reach the complete fulfillment of her desires. Anyway we both are turned upside down when we follow Héléna and Noémie to prepare the dinner. On my way, I take a dress but my daughters stops me in my tracks. She doesn't say a word but it's obvious she likes me better in the nude. We have never been so close, her and me. As a little later tonight, Sandra snuggles against me while we all talk together after the dinner. Héléna and me we lay down on the deck chairs and the girls climbed on us to give a hug. Our fingers wander all over the skin of our daughters. There's nothing sexual here, but the warm breath of my daughter on my breasts is deeply sensual. It is a tender and intimate moment, a moment that I wanted to share so long with my daughter. It's like a waking dream.

Alone in my room, I still feel the contact of my daughter on my thighs while my fingers tease my clit. I remember the pace of her pussy rubbing against my skin. My fingers follow the same pace. And when I reach that wonderful orgasm, in my head, my daughter screams with pleasure too.

When the workers come home the next morning, we're ready to break camp. We decided that we would spend the day at the beach today. As soon as we set up our towels, we get rid of our dresses so that we only keep our swimsuit bottom on us. It's a cloudy day and there's not too many people around. We attract nevertheless a few glances when we dive in the sea all together for a swim. I don't know if this is only because of the girls or because of the odd little family we are. Fortunately our little corner against the dunes still offers us a bit of privacy.

Each one taking care of her own daughter, Héléna and I we spread sunscreen on their soft skin. With just the panties of the swimsuit, we can cover all their body. And their panties aren't that much an annoyance. We push back the fabric here and there to make their bum completely shiny with cream. The girls hardly wait we're lying down on our towel to jump on our bum and to reciprocate.

They take good care of our backs. The lower their hands move, the more they slide down from our buttocks. Without thinking I open my legs to allow my daughter to slip between them. Beside us, I see that Héléna does the same for Noémie. I can also see the hands of Noémie disappear under the swimsuit bottom of her mom. Seeing is one thing, but to feel my daughter's hands slide under my swimsuit, it's nothing to see. A huge shiver runs through my whole body. His fingers immediately swell my nipples, wet my pussy and set ablaze my lower belly. Her hands knead my buttocks describing small circles. She spreads and tightens my buttocks in turn. I feel my pussy open in rhythm with my buttocks.

It's not difficultforo me to imagine the view my daughter must have from her position. The crotch of my swimsuit shifts from one side to the other. I know exactly what she sees of me. What I don't know for real, it's what is the strongest between my shame and my arousal. No, this is not true, I know what is stronger. I can feel my pussy dripping at the same time as the thumbs of my daughter are getting closer to my intimate lips. My daughter is fully aware of what she's doing. Each time, she spreads my buttocks a bit longer.

She makes my shame disappear so that there's nothing else but the pleasure. But it's not my butt which interests her, but my pussy which opens with urges. I'm not able to think anymore wile my bum lift up itself in the air on its own. It may be a bit too much for my daughter. Her thumbs slid a little more. But when they come into contact with my glistening labia, she moves back and pursues her massage by my thighs. I must say that my groaning hasn't been that much discreet, nor was that huge shiver which shook all my body.

Beside us, I see Héléna's face flushed even if Noémie is already down on her legs. I wonder which one of the two is the boldest, Noémie or Sandra. They leave us alone just after their massage. I watch them diving into the sea and Héléna asks questions about my youth, if I was like my daughter. My father was always an authoritarian man for whom appearances matter a lot. Sandra's father is the same. Both men were successful in their professional life but never been able to face family life. Somehow I was a bit like my daughter. I was a real daredevil. My father made me known all the nooks and crannies of the mountains where I drove them. The sea was a den of iniquity for him. My father always wanted a son and I am the only child he never had. Or at least, the only one he acknowledged.

Héléna looks at me, thoughtful. She comes from a large family of seven brothers and sisters, but like me, she also believes that her father could have sowed some other seeds at random by his business trips. The youngest of her family, it's an uncle and his wife who mainly took care of her. She liked going out of the often too noisy family home to roam the countryside. Soon she had aimed to get away from home and, she admits it, the choice of her husband has largely been driven by this goal.

The girls come back thus ending our conversation. However, Héléna keeps on looking at me with a bit of concern and that little thing which says "I know what you meant, I know what you went through." Sandra notices our silence and looks at us alternately before giving me one of her puzzled look. Noémie doesn't really care. Instead, she surprises my daughter putting her hands full of tanning oil on her shoulders. Sandra doesn't protest. She lies on her belly and lets the little blonde does what she wants, her eyes closed to enjoy the massage as it should. Noémie doesn't need any further invitation and kneels beside my daughter. Her eyes stroll all over the body of my daughter with a tender attention, quite like her hands which don't forget the slightest patch of skin.

Héléna and I are trying to get as discreet as possible, observing them only with small side glances. I'm surprised to see my daughter not reacting when her friend slides the hands under the panties of her swimsuit. Instead, she purrs even more and squirms contentedly. She wiggles both and so well that, with the massage of her friend, her swimsuit gets all coiled between her buttocks, turning her panties into a thong. It doesn't bother at all my daughter to expose us her small plump buttocks. As well as it doesn't bother her either that Noémie sets down a kiss on each of her buttocks by way of conclusion in her massage.

Sandra, without thinking, sits up and kisses his friend on the cheek to thank her. Immediately, she invites her to lie down in her turn. My daughter is so excited to caress the body of our young friend that she doesn't even bother to adjust her panties. Quite as Noémie, Sandra offers a good back massage but quickly slides down on the cute behind of her friend. On the other hand, Noémie doesn't hide her satisfaction to finally feel my daughter's hands revealing little by little her bum.

Sandra kneads her friend's buttocks with all her heart. It's obvious she appreciates what she sees when her fingers moves apart Noémie's buttocks. I even see her pushing aside the crotch of the panties to better still delight in contemplating the private parts of the young blonde. Noémie squirms, not to escape the eyes of my daughter, but rather to repeat contacts between Sandra's finger and her little asshole. From there where I am, I can't guarantee that my daughter titillates her asshole or her pussy. But her mewings clearly indicate that she appreciates quite particularly what Sandra is doing.

I can also see the huge disappointment of Noémie when my daughter's hands glide down over her thighs. My daughter has certainly dropped a kiss on each of Noémie's buttocks. One last huge shiver runs through the body of the little blonde. This shiver leads her to turn around and to kiss my daughter. This tender and aroused kiss lands just on the corner of Sandra's lips. Both girls remain one moment stunned as much by their boldness than by what they have just felt. Then both of them blush and get back to their respective towel. Neither Héléna nor I utter a single word. What could it be added anyway?

When we leave the beach in the late afternoon, I watch the girls who walk before us holding hands. One sure thing is, this new experience they come to feel strengthened their bond. I'm wondering where this special bond will lead them. Perhaps should I say something, perhaps should I not let my daughter follow this way. But she looks so great; they both look so confident, how could I deprive them of those moments of happiness?

Héléna is satisfied with the workers. They did a good job. There are still things to do, of course, but nothing that we can't handle by ourselves. The workers eventually leave, more because we push them towards the door than because of their own will. And five minutes later, we all are in the swimming pool, fully naked. After a few lengths, I sit down on the steps of the pool. Héléna surprises me by reading my mind. She sits next to me and says she never had seen anything as beautiful as our two little treasures.

Suiting the action to the word, she goes into the house and returns with a camera."A smile girls!" Sandra jumps by hearing Héléna and I clearly see her making one step behind when she notices the camera. She doesn't say a word, but she definitely looks uncomfortable. I don't understand why she's so shy in front of the lens. Maybe she worries about where these pictures could end. In a way she is right, but I thought she was more trusting Héléna.

Fortunately, Héléna doesn't insist. She puts her camera away and I don't even know if she has been able to take a photo with our two daughters together. Naturally, Héléna doesn't mention it but she still grouses seeing the girls share a little kiss before jumping out of the pool. I must say that kiss took us all by surprise, including both girls. It started as an ordinary gentle kiss but as soon as their lips touched, it was as if a lightning has struck them. It only lasted a couple of second meanwhile they stay still, eyes plunged into the other's and the cheeks crimsoning. When they parted, they both are panting and so moved that they don't say a word till they reach the terrace. After that, these two demons recover their minds and run into the house giggling as always.

I look at Héléna and I can say the time stopped for the both of us too. Héléna is still reeling from what she has seen. She doesn't feel like grousing anymore. A little nervous laugh escapes me. I guess I really ought to look into the bond which unites these two. And then what? I won't separate them. I won't tell them it's all wrong. For the first time in so long my daughter is happy for real and, what is more, she's willing to share that happiness with me. I don't know about other moms, but there's nothing in the whole world which could make me give up this priceless opportunity.

The ringing of my cell phone tears me away from my thoughts. I can't help but be icy when I hear the voice of my husband. After five minutes of trite exchanges about our respective week he pours out apologizes, he won't have spare time for us this weekend either. He don't even ask to speak to his daughter. I'm not going to bother her with that anyway. Not now, not tonight. I quickly hang up and I isolate myself for a little while.

When I join the others, I see the concern in the eyes of Héléna, but also, for the first time, anger. However, we spend a good evening all together. We talk about the rest of the week, about the rest of my vacation. Sandra may suspect something. She doesn't make any remark when I tackle the next week schedule. I'll have some errands to run.

Later in my room, I turn my laptop on and I find a couple of mails from Héléna. She sent me the pictures she took earlier. We barely see my daughter, except for one picture where she had put her arm around Noémie's waist. I smile and caress my daughter with the tip of my finger on the screen. She's my most precious treasure in this world. The images of the day find their way to my mind when I close my eyes. I'm not in the mood to give myself some pleasure, but my hand stays nestled between my thighs all night long.