Treasure Hunt, Part 3

by LesLuv

They all called it quits after that. Beth might have gone one more round – her appetite seemed insatiable – but the girls were so full of their new emotions and experiences that any more would have tarnished their day. Their mother knew that too much of anything was harmful, that doing something just because you could did not make for long term happiness, and that they were also exhausted. She straightened the room, picked up the towels and the small case she'd not opened, and headed out the door.

Ange had her curiosity piqued. "What's in the case, Mum?"

She lifted her eyebrows, gave a tight smile, and said in a deep gutteral voice with German accent, "Vell, my child, dis is my secret, ja? Der secret veapon. For the next interrogation, ja!" She gave a horrid chuckle. Ange tried to grab it out of her grasp, but her mother held her off by grabbing her hair. "Nein! Is exquisite torture. You must be very bad to deserve it!" Then in a normal voice, "Here. Throw these in the wash."

They'd not had lunch, a good meal was called for, some relaxation like listening to music, a bit of chat and off to bed. Tomorrow was back to school, and that was something none of hers were ever going to duck. Besides, Ben was due home about seven. He might be tolerant and kind, but if he saw his children as she had seen them earlier that would be the end of everything. Not that they had done anything wrong, in her eyes, but he idealised his girls, knew them to be as innocent as newborn lambs, and would blame her for their fall. Correctly.

So she'd defrosted steaks, made some creamy potatoes and peas, cooked and enjoyed eating. Beth had hightailed it out when she saw the time, not wanting to upset their mother who was lovely but hardly tolerant of her shortcomings.

The girls had certainly been hungry, both their maturing bodies and exhausted minds needing more sustenance than usual, but after the steak, when Murial turned back from the freezer with a carton of ice cream, she saw them gazing at each other, noses almost touching, an arm around each other's neck, and the look of everyone who has ever fallen in love in their eyes.

"Ahem." No response. "Hey, you two." Nothing. She put down the carton on the table and reached across, putting a cold hand on each neck. That did the trick, for they both looked up, startled.

"Hey, Mum, what're you doing? That's cold!" Ange was quite put out.

"Listen, my dears, your father's going to be home soon, and if he catches even a slight hint that his daughters have something on their minds but school, clothes and sport, he'll freak. And that's one thing we could not have. So return to stage one, please, of friendly rivalry, the odd bitchiness, the name calling, slammed doors, refusal to eat, and the need for pocket money. Understand?"

"Um..."

"And that goes for everyone else except me and Beth. You go to school and sit daydreaming, everyone will twig you're in love. You want to tell them the name of your boyfriend? Same at netball. Same everywhere. You're two girls, eleven and thirteen, normal, everyday heterosexual nubiles that can't wait to get to the prom, wear pretty clothes and lots of makeup. And, let me tell you, it won't be easy. But is it essential. Vital. We know what we're all about. The world thinks it knows too – but it isn't what we know. So start now. And for God's sake don't go climbing into one another's beds, or mine, for that matter, while your dad's around. That'd really let the cat out of the bag."

They looked suitably chastened, and promised to be alert. Jasmine, who was pretty cheeky in her way, then said, "Couldn't we just let the pussy out of the bag?"

Her audience laughed, and the tension was broken in the nick of time, because at that moment the back door opened and their dad walked in.

Tall, dark and looking very tired, he told them in no uncertain terms his views on airlines, the weather, and car hire firms, declared he was ravenous and dog tired, asked after them, gave them lots of hugs and kisses, and a special present. "Hell, girls, I don't know what to get you now. You're too grown up for me, but here's something you can always use," and he handed them $50 each. " A little win. On a bet about politics. So use it on anything. That's the best use for politics."

They were suitably thrilled, thanked him, said they were off to bed as they had an early start the next day, kissed their parents good night, getting a 'well done' smile from Mum, and headed off.

A quick wash of the face, a tooth clean, a pee, a poop, and they were into their bedrooms. But not for long. Jasmine turned back the quilt, rumpled the bed a bit, took off her clothes, and went next door. Her sister was sitting naked on the edge of the bed brushing her hair, stopping when the door opened. She frowned and said in a very stern, deep voice, "Why aren't you in your bed, young lady? You have to be chaste and decorous. Now git... into my bed. Quick."

Their giggles were smothered by kisses as they cuddled up. "Oh...," sighed Angela, "what a wonderful day."

"The best day ever," responded her sister.

"Do you remember what we did last Sunday?" A small frown. "Went to that art show at the beach."

"Oh God, wasn't that awful? Those crowds, pushing and shoving. And the smell of the hamburgers being cooked. I can still smell that.... no. Hang on, it's gone! I can smell something..." and she scooted down the bed, throwing aside the sheet, and put her face in her sister's crotch. "Yes," came a muffled voice, "that's it."

So Ange turned onto her back and opened her legs. Jas needed no more incentive, but plunged her fingers into that wondrous cave, sliding them in and out as fast as she could while feeling with her tongue for that tiny mound of marvels. Apart from a sudden intake of breath, there seemed to be little reaction from Ange, and after a few minutes, with her fingers and tongue tiring, she stopped and went back up the bed.

"What's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?"

"No, I don't think so, it's just that... it's nice, but there's... well, nothing's happening. Much anyway."

"You're not sick or something, are you?"

"Don't be silly. No, I wonder if it could just be... you know, like overload or something. Like it's shut down for a while.'

"Like when you just can't eat anymore ice cream?"

"No, not like that. More like feelings... nerves... whatever... not working properly."

"Oh." They lay there in silence for a while, until Jas said in her little girl voice, "Can I still sleep with you?"

"You'd better! I want you near me. I don't want to be apart from you. It'd be impossible. We wouldn't get any sleep, either. I love you too much."

"Me too. I just want..." and she turned over, putting her arms around her sister as she did the same to her. They kissed each other softly, stroked one another's cheeks, face, necks, breasts, rubbed their bodies together, turned onto their sides, assumed the spoon position and fell asleep.

Their mother woke them at seven. "Sweet Jesus," she said as she shook them roughly awake, "What did I tell you? If your father had come to wake you as he sometimes does we'd be so deep in shit that we could kiss our future goodbye. I know...

"...I could say I'd been scared," Jas said timidly.

"What? And you'd taken off your pajamas and your sisters out of fear?" She gave a snort and sat on the edge of the bed. "Now look – yesterday was wonderful. And that wonder will not leave if you play it right. But you have to be normal, usual kids. We don't live on Lesbos, we live in the 'burbs. And you're old enough to know what restraint means. So exercise some." She stood up and gave a small smile. "Ah, I should have known this would happen. But..." she sat down again and said softly as she stroked their hair, "I do know how you feel. Truly I do, and I'm so glad you've found your love for each other. And I am so full of your love too that I don't want to lessen it in any way. But be discreet!"

She stood again and smiled at them. "Now quick – into the shower – separately, mind you – dress and down to breakfast. Dad's going to drive you to school."

*

Not surprisingly, being back at different schools put their personal lives and loves on hold, and the previous week's outlook and attitude soon reasserted itself. It was not until they got home that the sight of each other gave them a new and amazing thrill. They just had time to embrace and kiss each other before their dad got home, but it was during the meal that the news began to flow.

"I've been asked to join the under fourteen netball team competition," Angela announced proudly, "Gooders told me at lunchtime."

"Hey, that's wonderful," exclaimed her father. "What's it mean?"

"Everyone is going to the inter-school sports at Westmoor. Everyone selected, that is, and we've got to either stay overnight or go back and forth. We compete against all the other schools in our area, and play the finals on the last day." She hesitated, then added sheepishly, "I'm also in the open relay team."

"What? Oh, boy, congratulations!" Her father was ecstatic and slapped her on the back. "The open? Means you've done better than you told us, haven't you? When is it?"

"Well, I wasn't sure I'd make it. They're on this coming weekend. I can go, can't I?"

"Yes indeed." Mum and Dad in chorus. Dad: "We'll be there. Drive you up. There's a guy I know, owns the chalet there. It'll be a real break – God knows I need it – so I'll book us in from the Friday night. That all right with you?" They threw their arms around him, kissing him wildly. He was just the best dad anyone could have. Then he said, "Well, that's your wonderful news. Here's mine. I've been offered a chance to go to the Venice film festival this year..."

"Wow," they all chorused. "Can we come?"

"Well, that's it. I can take one person as gofer. So..."

The look on the girl's faces was not as tragic as it might have been. A sidelong glance and a tiny smile was all it took for them to know something nice could result anyway. And when their mother gave them her news it was all they could do to not break out in peals of merriment.

"Well, I know you'll be disappointed," she said, looking at them, "but it just so happens that your aunt Beth has a problem, and this might be the answer."

"Oh," said Ben, "what's the problem now?"

"Finances, really. She's going to sell where she is and buy something smaller, but to do that she wants to tart the place up a bit, so she asked me if I knew of anywhere she and the boys could spend a few nights while the painters and others were in. I wondered about here, but now... well, that'd be all right, wouldn't it? But I need to know when we'd be leaving."

"Two weeks on Wednesday. And yeah, I guess it's all right. The girls would have to bunk up in the same room, though, so the boys could have the other one. That be O.K.?"

"How long would it be for?" asked Ange. "I mean, I suppose for a couple of nights, but... having to share a room with her?"pointing to her sister.

Muriel had to work to suppress a grin. "How long would we be away, darling?"

"All together, seven days." Turning to the girls he added, "go on, you'll be fine. And two nice young boys to look after. Babysitting."

The look of horror on their faces was almost comical. "That," said Mum, "will be how it is. I'm not missing out on this, no way."

That this had put a real dampener on the prospect of intimate time together was very obvious, but their father read it a little differently. "Listen, girls, those boys need some diversion, a chance to put a bit of perspective into their lives without their father. I know it'll be a drag, but sacrifice has it's own reward. Or something."

"Just two nights, though?" asked Angela.

"No. No way." Their father was adamant. "Beth will be here until we get back. You will not be on your own. In this house or anywhere. You are trustworthy, I know, but too many bad things can happen. Believe me, they do. Beth and the boys it is. Look, it'll be OK, kids, we'll email or phone every day."

They still looked glum – they did not have to act that part –but nodded their heads slowly. "Now, said their father, "I'm off to bed, got to be up at four to cover a balloon flight, of all things."

"Do you get to go up?" asked Jas.

"Yep, should get some really good early morning and sunrise shots. Night all."

The three girls sat in the kitchen talking for quite a while before the two youngest went off to bed. There was plenty to occupy their minds, and neither had homework. They were pretty tired – first day back, lots of activity, so they kissed each other good night for only five minutes before getting into their own beds and falling asleep. Jas was deeply asleep, so hardly woke when a warm body slipped in beside her some time later; she just mumbled something and turned over. It wasn't until she felt something on the back of her neck that she stirred again, and as she regained consciousness she also felt someone fondling the little round bumps where her breasts would grow. She half turned over to be greeted by a pair of lips pressing themselves onto hers.

"I just couldn't wait any longer," her sister whispered. "I set my alarm for 4 and waited till I heard Dad leave the house, then came in here. Oh, Jas, I want you. I want your mouth on mine, I want you to lick me and suck me. I want..."

But Jas had thrown the bed clothes off and, sat up and removed her pajama top, slid the pants down and kicked them off, and had begun tugging off her sister's top. Ange quickly finished that job and whipped her pants down just as Jas turned on her bedside lamp. they looked at each other with open mouths, awed by each others beauty, until Jas turned her head toward the foot of the bed, put a leg each side of her sister's torso, pushed her legs apart and lowered her head toward the wonderful warmth and odour of her sister's sex.

"Ahh..." Angela's moan of pleasure filled the room. Then Jas felt her sister's tongue begin to lick her slit, to probe inside her lips, and begin to dart it's delight into her being. Far from being still half asleep, she was now fully awake, every nerve end tingling, her mind full of anticipation. She loved sex. She adored her sister. She craved the burst of heat and light that would come, and could already sense its build up. She took her fingers out of her sister's cunt and licked them. Nectar. Instead of index and middle fingers, this time she thrust her third finger in as well, driving them in as hard as she could, meeting momentary resistance, then feeling them slide in as far as she could get them as her tongue found her clit, the pink bombshell, the mountain of Vesuvius, and begin to lick and flick.

Her whole body was now shuddering with sensation, every nerve ending firing full blaze, every sense concentrated in one area – arousal.

Ange let out a whimper as she drove her tongue into her sister, tickled, rubbed and feathered her clitoris with one, two and three fingers; she sensed the mounting tension in the slim young body lying on top of her and began to suck her sister's juices that were welling from the fountain as through a straw. The reaction was instant. A groan through clenched teeth, torso beginning to buck, then the Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh... of express train orgasm. She had no control over her own limbs, her mind and body so close to explosion that her voice was expelled into her sister's cunt as she gasped,'fuck, fuck, fuck,' between sucks.

And then the shaking, the uncontrollable cascade of joy, the blaze of luminescence enveloped both girls. Neither could stop their ministrations or their gasps, moans, guttural words, or uncontrolled movements, but they had to slow their pace as the tsunami submerged them. Neither knew how long it took for the waters to begin to subside, but they eventually realised they had collapsed. The void became populated with odour, with the sound of breathing, the light, and the feel of bedclothes and skin. Jas stirred, lifted her head from her sister's thigh, shakily pushed herself around until she was lying prone on top of her.

The was no need for words. There were no words. There was only the exquisite essence of love that covered them, filled and surrounded them. Their lips met, softly, tenderly, brushed together, before their heads were next to each other, their arms were around each other, and the quintessence of companionship, of absolute trust and mutual dependency were theirs for life. They both knew, somewhere deep inside them, that there might be tough times, sadness and grief, but that what had been born that early morning would never be lost. It was inviolable.

They lay their, hardly moving, minute upon minute until Ange murmured, "I gotta move. Sorry, my love, you're getting heavy."

"Uh. All right." The voice was slow and sleepy. She rolled off, falling to the floor because they had moved right to the side of the bed. The bump seemed too loud, but apart from their giggles, nothing stirred. She picked herself up, and said "Brrr, I'm cold," and started to go around to the other side of the bed while putting on her pajamas. It was only a single bed and had plenty of room for two thin bodies, but her sister said sadly, "No, I'd better go back to my room. Mum will really be cross if we're caught again." She rolled off, stood up and turned to Jas standing on the other side of the bed. " Goodnight, sweet sister, beautiful lover."

Jas made a kissing motion with her lips and bent to recover the sheet and blankets that were on the floor, but as she went to throw them back where they belonged, she saw something that made her blood go cold. "Ange! Ange, oh my God."

Her sister, who was almost out the door, whirled around and said, "what? What is it?"

"Loo..look at that!" She was pointing to the middle of the bed. "Have you got your period?"

"No, no.. oh my God." There was a streak of bright red blood in the middle of the sheet. "I wonder..."

"Uhh... I think I might know," said Jas slowly. Did you feel any pain?"

"No, I don't remember any. Well, not real pain, but you know...'

"Oh, gee, Ange, I think I might have done something..." Ange just looked at her sister, afraid of what she was about to say. "...something wrong. I was poking my finger... no, fingers, up your vagina, and... I got carried away a bit, and pushed three fingers up as far as I could... and I... remember about the hymen. I might have broken it." In a very small voice, she went on, "sorry. I wasn't meaning..."

"You mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" A look of amazement was on Ange's face.

"Ahh...umm.."

Ange threw her arms around her sister, hugged her and said, "My sister got my cherry. Hooray. Didn't want it anyway. My real lover!" and she gave her a big, juicy kiss on the neck. "Thanks!"

"But... the sheet?"

"Oh shit. Quick, get it off, into the washing machine with it, I'll put a clean one on, and put the washed one in the drier when I get up." A bit more slowly, she added, "not that Mum is likely to wash them today, they were only changed a little while ago, but better safe..."

Jas finally fell into bed as dawn was breaking, totally exhausted, and needed to be woken by her mother at seven thirty. Ange was up and dressed, finishing a cup of tea, about to go out the door to catch her bus. Jas yawned, waved her goodbye, and was eventually driven by her mum to school. Life went on.

And, oh boy, wasn't it good.