Treasure Hunt, Part 1

by LesLuv

"Has anyone ever kissed you?" The question was asked softly, and eleven year old Jasmine didn't quite know what to make of it, or what to say.

They were sitting on Angela's bed, looking at some junior fashion magazines, and all the younger girl could think of was "....um... well, Mum, of course, Dad sometimes, Auntie...."

"No, I don't mean that kind of kiss, I mean Kiss. You know... on the lips." Jasmine's thirteen-year-old sister almost whispered the word.

"Gosh. No. That'd be yucky." When her sister didn't say anything, she went on, "oh... has that happened to you?"

Angela started to blush. "Well, you know... one of the boys at school did it in the bus last night." She was bright red by now, and the words had tumbled out. Neither said anything for a while, but finally Jas had to ask, her sister being her very best friend, most of the time. "What was it like?"

"Gee, I don't really know. I was frightened, then embarrassed when the other boys started to whistle and cheer, but somehow.... somehow it left me feeling sick. The thought of those lips on mine... it was more than strange, it was like, you know, like dirty. Like Mum's always telling us, be careful, don't let boys take the precious things from you."

Jas didn't remember this, but nodded her head slowly as though she did. Then without a word, she took her sister's hand in hers and whispered, "How awful. You poor thing. Fancy a boy doing that!"

"Oh, Jasmine, I don't know what to think." Angie's eyes had filled with tears. "Some of the girls at school have boyfriends, they talk about nothing else, as though it's the most wonderful thing on earth. But... but... it was so bad. I don't want a boyfriend. I don't know what I want. I just want to be... me."

"Oh, Ange..." and she put her arms around her sister's shoulders and drew her close.

Her sister put her own arms around her waist and the two of them sat on the edge of the bed, slowly rocking each other, imparting comfort and care. It wasn't long before the embrace toppled them sideways onto the bed, and they lay there for a minute, just looking into each other's eyes. "I love you," whispered the eleven year old, "I do love you. You're the very best sister. I'm so lucky. I feel so safe with you. Mmm...."

"Oh, and I love you, too. It's really good being with you. I don't care that you're two years younger, you're just my style." This last was a phrase their mother often used, and it was just right for this occasion. She reached out and began to stroke her sister's long golden hair, smoothing it away from her face, running her fingers down her cheek. "You're so beautiful."

A long, long sigh escaped Jas' lips. Then she drew her sister closer until their noses were touching. "And so are you. You're..." and before she quite knew what she was doing, she found her lips had closed in on her sister's, and were pressing themselves into the soft, warm comfort of her idol.

"Mmph..." came from behind those lips before they slowly opened, the tongue found its way to the other lips and began prying them apart. After a little surprised resistance the mouth slowly opened, and the owner's tongue began its own exploration.

"Oh..."

"Ahhh..."

"Lovely..."

They finally broke for gasping air. "Ahhh..." they both gave a long, long sigh, half smiling at each other. Angela murmured "I was like floating away on a cloud or something. Like steam, warm, hot, so, so exciting. Oh, my." She looked away slowly, dreamily.

Jasmine said, almost to herself "Gee, Ange, I don't know what got into me, but I suddenly... I wanted to take away that awful memory. And I... you said kiss on the lips, and I wanted to. To do it. To you. Like, you know, special. And...'

"... I'm so glad. It was perfect. I loved it. And I loved your tongue. It was like the best thing ever. I want to..."

"...do it again?"

"Well, yes. Yes, I do! It made me feel all warm, happy like. And... somehow... it really was like loving, you know?"

"If that was love, I want more!"

"Yeah, me too. And... I don't know about you, because I'm older, and I've got my periods, and I sometimes feel..." She trailed off into silence, then went on quickly, "feel funny down there, like I want to... do something."

"Like touch yourself?" A sly grin had appeared on the younger girls face.

"Well, yes, I... hey, what do you mean? How do you know?" She didn't answer, but the grin remained. "You mean... you've been touching... playing with... you know?"

"Nice, isn't it? 'Course I don't think I'm doing it right, because I don't get as excited as Mum appears to get, but it's kinda nice. How about you? You had an orgasm?"

"What!" Angela was astonished. "Mum? you mean she does it?"

"Oh, yes, I watched her one night when Dad was away for a while. She didn't know the door wasn't quite closed, and I could see her in the dressing table mirror. And I could hear her. Pretty loud moans. And she must have liked it, 'cause she did it the next night too.'"

"Why didn't you tell me? Oh... I suppose you....couldn't."

"What couldn't you tell her?"

"Oh my God! Mum! Ahh... we were just talking, just..."

"...just being like good sisters, Mum. You scared us, didn't hear you come in – did we, Jas?"

"That's alright, sisters are allowed to talk privately, heaven knows I did that, but parents, well all right mothers, worry about their children, especially daughters." She sat on the bed between them, smiled and tousled their hair, saying as she did, "but it looks as though you have been crying, both of you, and if there's something you don't want to tell your sister, then I do get worried. Can't help it, goes with the territory."

They were both red with embarrassment by now, neither wanting to confess their new feelings, but not wanting to be dishonest with their mum who believed honesty was always the best policy.

It was Angela who finally broke the silence. "Well, we were talking about growing up. You know, the way things change, you don't know how to handle them, how they make... well, feelings, I guess."

"Feelings, eh? They start to get very important about now, don't they. I've told you both about hormones, haven't I?" The two girls looked at each other with anxiety and boredom mixed, then nodded. She went on "My God... hormones, pimples, jack-in-the-box feelings, shape changes, boys..." she trailed off, and the silence seemed to go on and on. "You tend to forget all that," she finally added.

"Did you have a boyfriend?" asked the eldest.

"Yesss... I did. One."

"Was it Dad?"

A look of surprise crossed her face. "Good heavens no! He happened a long time later. No, that one and only happened in high school. I was about sixteen. It lasted oh, maybe three months."

"What was he like?" the question came from Jasmine.

"Oh, he was very nice. Clever, good looking, courteous and kind. But..."

"What happened?"

"I discovered... I'm not sure I should be telling you this. I don't want you to think I'm odd or something, but... the truth is, I didn't really like boys."

"Why did you get married, then?" asked Angela.

"Because it was the thing to do. Because my parents – your grandma and pa – cajoled me. It was what society demanded. And, of course, I'm so glad I did – otherwise I would not have had my two darling girls. And Ben? Your dad is one of the best. He really does love us all, you do not know how lucky you are."

"But what about love? I mean, don't you fall in love before you get married?"

"It happens, I guess, but it often doesn't work like that. Don't let it fool you."

The two girls looked at each other, Jasmine with a half smile on her face. "So, if you didn't like boys, who did you like?"

"Um... don't be shocked, you two, but I liked girls. In fact... oh, gee, I... still... do, really."

"So you were a lesbian?"

If she was upset by the question, she showed no sign of it. "No, because I never ever had a relationship with anyone. I could look and long, imagine, but I kept to myself, studied, talked to my sister..."

"Just talked?"

She looked at the two girls, a little smile on her face. "What do you think?"

"I think..." began Jasmine, but her sister cut in.

"I think we love each other like that too. Don't we?" She turned to her sister.

"Yes. I'm still so... it's so wonderful. It's not wrong to love your sister, is it, Mum?"

"It is absolutely NOT wrong to love your sister. Well, not unless you're a male. And it's not wrong to love someone not your sister."

"So why is it made to feel wrong?"

"Because, my darlings, if everyone loved their same sex the human race would die out fast. So society, particularly the church, has put big taboos around it, made it a sin, made out that those who follow their true path are less than human. But fortunately only a small percentage of humans are like us, loving our own sex, so the race goes on. And on."

"Mum, do you and Dad still have sex?" Jasmine knew the answer, but eleven year olds can be pretty sneaky.

She chuckled. "What do you think?"

"I'd say no. Am I right?" She looked shocked when her mother answered.

"No, you're not! Surprised? Firstly, you don't have to love someone to have sex with them. Secondly, it's the most intimate of human activities. Thirdly, there's a lot of ego involved. And lastly, I'm not having your father looking for a bit on the side. And, I have to say, intercourse in pretty wonderful. Having babies is better, and you can't normally have one without the other."

"But... gee, you've kept it quiet." Jasmine was miffed.

"You mean we've kept the door closed?"

A rather shocked silence ensued. Angela was smiling to herself, but had enough sense not to speak.

"But a while ago when Dad was away... I saw you... you were... one night... and the next..."

"Sooo....?"

"You mean..."

"Well, I reckoned there'd be a good chance little miss nosy would peek in."

"Jeez, Mum, you wanted me to see you?"

"What I wanted, my lovelies, was to tell you how I feel. It's not something you can come to your two young daughters and say outright. And, of course, I wondered if you two would... find what Auntie Beth and I had. And, from what I saw when I came in a little while ago, I reckon you have. Eh?"

Angela's voice was full of confidence as she replied, "Mum, it started when I told Jas that a boy had kissed me in the bus last night, and how wrong it felt. Then she told me about seeing you, and we got talking about... you know, masturbation." She'd gone red as she said the word, but hurried on, "and we kind of found we loved each other. And we want it to continue. Don't we, Jas?"

"Yes." Tears sprang into her eyes as she added, "I just want to cuddle you, kiss you, touch you, and have you do the same things. It's like hunger, or thirst, or having to pee, I don't want to wait."

"Mum," said Angela, "Jas says you were... um, touching yourself when she saw you. I think I want to, but I was too embarrassed or something to try."

"I've been trying, but all I get is a bit sore." Jasmine looked cross. "Mum, you were moaning at the end. It sounded weird, but you didn't stop."

She took their hands in hers and said, a lovely smile on her face, "that's an orgasm, darlings. It's what happens when things go right, whether it's having sex or masturbating. And it's something that you never want to not have, once you've experienced it. Would you like me to show you?'

"Oh, yes, please!" Their voices were unison.

"O.K., who's going to go first?" Before either could answer, she said, "Angela, it had better be you. You're older, and more developed. Jasmine, don't be jealous, you'll get your turn."

"But... but I thought you were going to show us how you..." Angela was a bit nonplussed at herself suddenly being the centre of this exhibition.

"It's just us girls. Don't forget, I love you so much. I'll never do or say anything that could hurt, embarrass, upset you – other than the harsh discipline I hand out every morning and night. And if you feel uncomfortable any time, please just say so."

They were grinning, knowing just how 'harsh' their mother was. "Yeah, right," said Jas, "I think I'm going to like this discipline."

"O.K., what do you want me to do?"

"Take your clothes off. You too, Jas. I'll do the same. Time we bared together."

After a slight pause Angela pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing the lovely pink buds at the start of their flowering. Her shorts and nickers followed, revealing her fully naked, hairless, beautiful body. Sturdy legs, developing muscles everywhere, for she was very much into sport, netball and running being tops. Jas, though smaller, was actually prettier than her sister – and more adventurous, so had no qualms at all and was undressed in a flash, watching while the others were undressing. They'd seen their mother's breasts from time to time, still firm and round even after breastfeeding her two infants, and the sight of them again seemed normal – but the vision of the large triangular brown thatch at the base of her abdomen caused goggle eyes.

"Sit on the bed, Ange, open your legs, and I'll give you a real time anatomy lesson. Jas, you come and sit on the floor next to me. Remember, there's an exam at the end, so pay attention."

Angela did as she was told, not at all apprehensive; this was her mother, whom she loved immensely. She could do no wrong. Her mother's finger reached out and gently touched her daughter's labia, and smiled at each other as her mother said, "Let's see what treasure we can find in this cave. It's buried here somewhere. I bet there's real jewels, too. Then she ran finger up and down along their length several times before gently opening the lips so they could both see the pink inner parts, then explaining what each was. "There's the pink flower with it's wonderful perfume at the entrance to Alladin's cave, and the little stone that has to be rolled out of the way later. And up here is..."

After putting her index finger in her mouth, she stroked up toward the apex, feeling for the tiny, most sensitive spot that has ever been created. When a sudden in-drawing of breath was heard, she said, "That's the spot. That's your clitoris. That's the fountain of feeling. The palace of pleasure. Now I'm going to do something I've wanted to do for a long time, something you both need to be shown, so don't get alarmed. Ange, open your legs as wide as they will go, eh?"

They were almost in a straight line when she had done so, and slowly and gently her mother's mouth went to her perfect young slit where her tongue probed into the wonderfully tasty warmth of her daughter's sex. This, she thought, is even better than sucking off her sister, because she knew what came next, and the anticipation was delicious. And after so many years of sisterly love making the taste of this sweet child was heavenly. Her need forgiving and receiving love was was so strong – and what better love was there than between mother and daughter?

Ah long drawn out sigh escaped her daughter's mouth, "Ah... that feels sooo good."

Her tongue probed deep inside that beautiful place, then withdrew and slowly made its way to the tiny sensory pimple where it began to lick, stroke, dance, and play. It was not long before Angela's legs went rigid, her breathing quickened, her back arched and soft moans escaped her lips. Her mother's finger slid inside her flower and stroked, and after a few more sighs and whimpers the moans became cries and her whole being became convulsed in the ecstasy of orgasm. When that subsided she gave a final lick to collect the exuding juices, sat back, licked her lips, eyes closed, and savoured the delight.

Jasmine's eyes were wide, her mouth open in astonishment. "Oh, my God," she whispered. She opened her legs as wide as they would go and nudged her mother's arm. "Mum..." When her mother looked around, a dazed expression still on her face, Jas just pointed.

"Ah. You want to try?" Jas nodded her head. "Just a moment, dear, till I get my breath back. Hop up onto the bed."

Angela was still virtually out to it, soft moans escaping, and when her sister lay down next to her she put her arm under her neck, turned toward her and kissed her tenderly. "Oh, Jas...," she said dreamily, "that was so wonderful. I'm so full of love..."

Jas opened her legs wide, draping one over her sister as her mum slid her fingers, still dripping with Angela's juices, along the outside of her divine young daughter's slit, then parting the lips and inserting about half her index finger. Jas felt a thrill travel up her spine, what she imagined an electric shock would feel like, and as her mother began to lick her slit the electricity went higher, making her gasp. 'Yes, yes, yes!' she thought as her senses were excited beyond imagination, 'Don't stop. Oh.. Mum...' Then she felt something so intense, so thrilling that she thought her heart would stop. "Ahh...!" she cried, feeling her pulse race and her breath leave her body. "Yes!" she moaned as the pleasure continued, and as the tongue and finger continued their movements the shocks became more rapid until she was suddenly suffused with heat, with the indescribable rapture of orgasmic achievement. She had no idea what she did next, or what sounds she made, because the intensity of the feeling was so great that everything else disappeared.

When she returned to the present world she found her sister was lying half on top of her, one hand gently massaging her nipples which she saw were now little red spikes, while her face was so close she could see the perspiration in each pore, smell the sexual heat coming from her, see the lust and love in her shining amber eyes.

Then Angela's mouth was on hers, her tongue flicking in and out, her saliva cascading into her own wide open mouth, and wonderful quick kisses punctuated by "I love you. I love you. I love you."

After a time there was quiet, apart from the remains of heavy breathing. Finally their mother said, "Welcome to the world of love. Beautiful, isn't it?"

There were sighs of agreement, and she went on, "but there's more, and tomorrow we'll explore some of that. But for now why don't you two get a shower and hop into bed? There's no school, but I want you rested and fresh. Who knows what we'll find..."

"Do we have to shower?" asked Angela with a pout.

"And I'm sleeping in this bed," Jasmine added, equally petulant.

"Whatever. Unless you'd rather sleep in my bed?"

And that is just what they did.

To be continued