Treasure Hunt, Part 8 - Families

by LesLuv

The story so far: Angela & Jasmine are sisters, 13 & 11, who have fallen in love with each other. Their mother and aunt give them pointers and help them realize how love and sex go together, which they continue and develop. Angela proves to be an outstanding runner; both girls show judgment and common sense. Their parents go overseas to a film festival, leaving their Aunt Beth, with her two young sons, babysitting in their house. Beth goes out late, is returned home by police after having had a fight with her estranged husband. After the girls find out more about love and sex, Beth and her husband are reunited. Their parents return, her father sets up the opportunity for Jasmine to begin a modeling career. During her introduction to this  she meets the most beautiful girl she has ever seen.

After a few moments of ethereal contact Harmony gently withdrew her lips and whispered, "Thanks."

Jasmine hardly realized she was kissing air until the word was spoken. She  looked into those mesmerizing green eyes so close to hers and opened her mouth in amazement. "Oh...." The silence continued, a tiny  smile being added to the mouth below the green eyes, before a flash of raised eyebrows invited more comment.

"I'm all wet."

The smile broadened.

"I want to touch you." Her hand, which was still in Harmony's lap, rose and began slip down inside her blouse, searching for the small mounds that could just be seen from outside.

Harmony gently undid the top two buttons of her garment, exposing her budding breasts. More developed than Jas's own, the white cones were tipped with a volcanic red that almost demanded they be sucked. Jas gently slid her fingers down the slope of the nearest one before circling the base and putting her lips to the lollipop. The small vacuum  she made as she began to sup caused the sweetmeat to grow so she could flick it with her tongue, while an increase in pressure brought a sharp intake of breath from its owner. She moved her mouth to the other small breast, while her fingers began to slide back and forth on the wet white skin she had left.

"Oh my god," Harmony murmured. "You know, don't you? You know how much I love having my breasts sucked. Don't stop. Oh, Jasmine...." She drew the word out in a sigh of adoration.

It was Jasmine's turn to smile, a knowing little play of recognition. "I love my sister," she whispered, drawing each word out suggestively while her fingers continued stroking.

"And I bet she loves you," was the response. Then, breathily: "We can get together later. Can you stay at my place? There's only my mother, and she – she has a friend she visits. Or could I come to yours? I'd be on my own tonight, and..."

But she was cut off from that thought by the door to the suite opening and Sylvia's voice saying, "Let's tell them now. Why wait?"

Both were quite adept at getting everything to appear normal in milliseconds. "Tell us what?" The voice was innocence itself. Jasmine could have been the virgin queen, so collected was her demeanour.

"You are going on a photo shoot tomorrow." Muriel was breathless with excitement. "There's an opportunity to show a whole new collection. How about that?"

There was a deafening silence. Jas glanced at her new friend, got wide eyed disbelief, looked at her mother and then at Sylvia. "Um..."

That was all she got out before Sylvia said, "Both of you. I know you've had no experience, Jasmine, but you will not need much of that to be in the next catalogue. There's such a fresh appeal to you that you'll have imitators everywhere." Seeing her startled look, she added, "Oh yes, that is what all this is about. Girls wanting to look exactly like you. In your dress. Girls coming into womanhood, sensing their sexiness, wanting to be pretty and adored. Just like you."

"Anyway, we'll be in the country, spring flowers, rippling water, warm sunshine. Your mother," smiling, she turned to Harmony, "has OKed it, but there's one small problem. It seems she will not be home until very late, and had organised a sitter. Muriel, however, has suggested that seeing you will be leaving together – there's a hire car that will pick you both up – you might prefer to stay at her house tonight. How would you feel about that?"

Bur Harmony's reaction was not what Jas expected. She was bright red and stammering as she gasped out, "But I can't. You know I can't go out in the sun. You know...."

"But, my dear, you will be in the shade or indoors all day. There will be ten minutes at most of outdoors for you, and we know that amount is alright, don't we?"

Harmony said nothing, but continued to look troubled. Turning to Jas and her mother Sylvia said, "Harmony has a form of albinism. Her body cannot make enough melanin to protect her properly from the sun, and she has to be very careful where she goes." Turning back to her model she added, "I believe it will be in your best interests to do this, Harmony. You have a genuine future in modeling, and some chances will have to be taken to make that a reality. I'll be there to see you are well protected. Besides, this collection features the latest in long. And big hats will help. Do you agree?"

An enormous smile appeared. "Oh, thank you, Sylvia." She turned to the other two. "I've been modeling six months and I've been treated like royalty. I'd nearly given up expecting any kind of real life, but now, well, now life is full. To the brim. And it's all down to this wonderful lady. She sees us – all of us girls – as her charges, her responsibilities, and we love her for it. All of us." She turned and shook her head in wonder as she gazed at her employer, who shook her head in resignation at the compliment.

After a moment Harmony turned to Jas and Muriel and said brightly, "And I'd love to stay at your house. I hate staying on my own, and the babysitter? What a complete pain."

Jasmine closed her eyes in relief as she spoke. She knew she should not be so anxious, not want to have everything at once, but the whole thing was so exciting. She just could not help herself. She opened her eyes and broke into the conversation without listening to see if she was being rude.

"Oh, my. This is just so wonderful. I could not have dreamt of anything so fabulous. I haven't even started, but here I am, going on my first photo shoot with my new friend Harmony. You are all so great. I'm so lucky to have you. I'm going try so hard to learn everything, and I do so want to do modeling. I didn't know until last Friday, but now it's all coming true." Her words were like a express train, stopping for nothing.

The adults were laughing with her, not offended, caught up in her enthusiasm. Then she saw Harmony looking at her, the tiny smile on her face highlighting the the gleam in her eyes. Again she could not help herself. She parted her lips and ran her tongue across them, then half poked it out at her friend. It was not cheek, it was plain old lasciviousness. She didn't care what Sylvia thought, and she knew her mother would be more than understanding. Making love to this girl was going to be unbelievable.

"Well...." Sylvia's voice was enlightened.  "I see we'd better get the show on the road. You two are going to want your beauty sleep, because the car is going to pick you up at five a.m. It's a good hour's drive, and we are going to catch the first rays of sun as they appear from behind the mountain.  There'll be food and drinks, of course, but you will need to have a decent breakfast. And I do not want you falling asleep or looking starved. This is not the anorexia company. Capice?"

"I'll get my things." Harmony was full of vim, caught up in the new friend's enthusiasm.

"I'll come with you." The friend was without shame.

Out the door, into one down the passage. Lockers, good old-fashioned school lockers with keypad locks lined the walls. Harmony went to one of the far side and pressed in her number. The door swung open and she scooped up the items inside. Turning, she was embraced by Jasmine and kissed so hungrily, so passionately that she dropped the things and embraced back. Harmony was a few inches shorter than her new friend, very slim and svelte, a tiny porcelain goddess with a hunger so great she was trembling.

"I can't wait to get you back to my place. There's so much I want to do – so much to  - oh, Harmony, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.  Do we have time...."

"Ahem." Muriel was standing in the doorway, glaring. "Come on. There's a time and place for these things. This is neither. Jasmine, try to be a little more cautious." But she was smiling now, and glancing at Harmony added, "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen too. And we'll have some fun, don't worry. You don't mind keeping up with my daughter?"

"Hardly." Turning to Jas she said, "and you are the most amazing person I have ever seen. More beautiful than anyone. I think I've fallen in love with you already. Oh, I'm so glad you came today. I was pretty worried about going home, but now – now I am going home." To Muriel, she said in her smooth, silky voice, "You don't mind?" She had no inhibitions about speaking openly to this lady, one she had just met, but one who had produced a daughter who was not only beautiful, but sublimely sexy.

"My dear, you are welcome in our house at any time. We really don't need  certificates of suitability. We love you already. Ben, my husband, is going to be gobsmacked. And Angela. Well, I may have to have a little talk with her, but she'll be just as glad." 'I think', she muttered to herself.

Jasmine went white. She'd overheard the mutter, and a light went on in her head. "Oh. Mum, what have I done?" An urgent whisper. Her impetuosity could again cause anguish in the person she loved above all others. Maybe.

But Mother merely gave her familiar tight smile and shook her head.

*

"Where do you go to school?" Jas asked her new new friend as they drove home.

"I don't. Well, I can't, actually. I'm not allowed in the sun for more than a few minutes, and schools - well, they don't care. But my dad's been paying for me to go to a tutor every day, and I guess I've learnt more than all the schools could ever teach. He's a retired university lecturer in English literature and writing, but he's got such a wide knowledge of most other things that I really look forward to going. And he's a bit of a letch, so I've learnt some lovely things about sex, and some of the things to avoid." She giggled as she added "He loves sucking my tits too. But, since I've started with Miss Fashion I haven't gone as much, though I really want to do lots more."She was silent for a moment, then added,  "I'm really glad I met you both."

 "Harmony," Muriel asked, "do you mind if I ask how old you are?"

"I was twelve last week. Jas, how old are you?"

"I'll be twelve next week. So we could have a party, couldn't we, Mum?"

"How many would you invite?"

"Oh. I hadn't thought of that. Not that kind of party. Not kids, not school friends. Just you, and Harmony, and Angela, and Aunty Beth."

"I thought so." Muriel was skeptical. "Not your dear old dad?"

"Oh." She was at a loss, and no one helped her out.

Until Harmony said, "What does your father do?"

"He's a newspaper photographer. He got me into Miss Fashion. Well, his photo did."

"Um." Harmony drew the syllable out, a calculating gleam in her eyes. "My dad is a clerk of courts. He's very interesting to listen to. I Wonder...."

"What do you wonder, my dear?"

"Um – I don't know your name. Do I call you Muriel?"

There was a pause as she considered how to answer this. It was not such an easy one to give a sensible answer to. Finally, she said, "Well, only people my own age call me that. I'd be happy if you called me 'Mother' or 'Mum',  or even just say 'dear', because 'Mrs. Arbutt' is not on the list. But you probably reserve those names for your real mother. So, I don't know. What would you be comfortable with?"

The reply was immediate. "I'd love to call you 'Mum'. I could keep 'Mother' for that person. Because, you see -"    and here she paused, took a deep breath, and said in a rush, "she's an escort. A fucking prostitute. Oh, I hate her." She burst into tears. "Oh God, I hate her."

Jas's arms were around her in a flash. They rocked back and forth, Jas stroking her hair, murmuring sounds of consolation as the sobs slowly faded.

There was silence again as neither mother nor daughter knew how to continue. Finally Harmony said softly, "Well, she is. My father moved out a year ago, and there's a divorce coming up. But he couldn't take both of us, so he took Astrid. My little sister. And I've had to put up with the smells, the telephone calls late at night, and her jeers. I'm just a burden to her. And I really do hate her. She's the one who made me start school. I nearly died. Dad stood up to her, protected me, but now – he says it's only for a little while, until he can get a bigger apartment, but it's awful having to go home. Specially if she's there. Which she isn't much. And that baby sitter! He's one of her exes. He does more than perv, he tried to rape me last week."

"Oh my god," whispered Muriel.

Jas said, "So, come and live with us."

"That's not so easy, darling," said her mother. "There's all kinds of laws about that kind of thing. But I do know some people who help in cases like this. armony, would you like me to talk to them?Harmony, would you like me to talk to them?"

She nodded her head, a muffled "Yes, please," being heard through her tears, which had begun to flow silently  once more.

 Jas took her hand in her own and gently squeezed." We love you," she whispered. "I mean, really love. Don't we, Mum."

Muriel nodded her head. "Yes, we do, Harmony. And we will." After a pause she added, "Anyway, what does your father have to do with all this?"

Harmony wiped her nose and eyes on some tissues from a box on the seat, sniffed a couple of times, took a deep breath and said, "Oh, yes. I had an idea. You see, my dad never gets out. Work and babysitting, things like that, so I wondered if – if he and your dad might be able to talk to one another. He's really funny, can talk about anything, and I thought...." She trailed off.

"What's his name?"

"Charles. Charles Daverse. Everyone calls him Chas. He's French. Well, he was."

"Well, Harmony, I suppose it might be possible, but it will be up to Ben, my husband. He's pretty gregarious, but  - well, we'll just have to see. And what about your sister? How old is she?"

"Nine. Nearly ten. She's normal. I mean," she added hastily, "she's not an albino like me.  And I thought," she was silent, so Jas broke in.

"You thought she might be able to come to the party while our dads went out. Right?"

The lifted eyebrows and cheeky smile was answer enough, but she said, "Well, yes. Astrid hates men too. No, that's not right, she hates Mum's men. She – I mean we, love our dad. He's gorgeous. But she loves me. You know," and here she began to stroke her companion's cheek, "just like you love your sister."

"How would you feel about a couple of old women joining the party too?"

"She means her and her sister, Aunty Beth. They grew up loving each other too. We got the gene."

"Oh, that sounds really excellent. I've never seen – well, I've never had...."

"An older woman?" asked Muriel teasingly. "We're not all that bad. Are we, Jas?"

"I don't think I'd be here talking if you were," Jas replied, a teasing smile on her mouth. "Fact is, Harmony, Mum showed Angela and me what to do. Not once did we feel threatened, uncomfortable, or anything. She's been wonderful. I'm really sorry about your mother,  I can't imagine anyone like her, but she must be horrible. Anyway - Aunty Beth can be a bit – um, over the top, I suppose, but she really loves girls. Mum, could we start a joy girl club?"

"Don't say things like that while I'm driving!" Muriel had nearly run off the road. "No, you may not start a joy girl club. Beth has promised, and her family is more important than you getting your jollies off all the time."

"What's a joy girl club?" Asked Harmony.

"Don't even think of going there, Jas." Muriel looked very cross. "It was something my sister dreamt up. It's finished. Forget it."

But Jasmine was not her mother's daughter for nothing. Taking orders was not something she did without good reason. "OK, that's fair, but couldn't you be the head of one? Like Alkira in girl scouts?

"Sweet God, what have I done to deserve this? Harmony, please forget this conversation. My daughter is being obstructive. And I am not going to head up a full-on sex rave party. Your father is understanding, but would you want him walking out?"

There was silence. The two girls put their arms around each other and began to cuddle. "That's better," Muriel was heard to grumble.

"But Aunty Beth could come to the party, couldn't she?

Jas was unstoppable. Her mother also.

"That's up to her" was the terse answer.

Angela was in the kitchen eating when they walked in. Without looking up she said, "Well, about time. I'm starving. How did the modeling turn out?"

"Sorry we're late, Ange, but there was a bit more to do than we realised. I'll get tea on in a minute, but we want you to meet someone first."

Angela looked up, cheeks bulging. Harmony looked embarrassed, not being sure how this older sister would take an interloper.

Angela stopped chewing, her eyes opened wide, and she put her hand over her mouth. Then, shaking her head and turning bright red, she jumped up and raced out the door. No one said a word, probably because they'd all been in the same situation at some time, and they hadn't moved when the chewer of mouthfuls returned, sans wad.

"Um. Sorry about that. I didn't expect...."

"This is Harmony," her mother said. "She's a model at Miss as well. And, well, we've come to an arrangement. It's a bit of a long story, but the condensed version is that she's going to stay the night. Or maybe longer. She and Jas are going to a photo shoot early tomorrow morning. And I didn't know how you would feel about it." There was total silence. "Harmony, this is Angela."

"Hello, nice to meet you."

But Angela was struck dumb. Her mouth opened,  she gasped, but nothing followed. After a moment she turned to her sister. "Oh my god." She swallowed hard. "Oh." Tears filled her eyes. She stretched out a hand toward Jasmine, pleadingly, as though to say 'help', then turned to the visitor.

Before she could speak Jas went to her and said softly, "Listen, Ange, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. I love you. I always will. But...."

"You don't have to be sorry." Her voice was perplexed. "What's there to be sorry about?" Turning back to Harmony, who had been watching and listening intently, she said, "It's nice to meet you, too. But you – you are so – um, beautiful. I've never seen anyone as beautiful."

"Hey!" Jasmine jokingly protested.

"OK, except you. And – how do I put this – are you...?"

Jas and Harmony glanced at each other, little grins on their faces. As one they nodded and said, "Yes."

But Harmony was naturally adept at saying the right thing, and added, "Will you join us?"

Angela's eyes opened wide, a smile appeared, and sidling over to her mother whispered, "Tea won't be ready for half an hour, will it?"

"Of course not. But your father is due home in about fifteen, and I want the three of you here by then. I'm not going to think up some idiot story as to why three of you suddenly appear from the bedroom. So. Fifteen minutes max. Washed, tidy, leisure clothes, demure, here. No excuses. Now. Scram!" She was smiling as she said it. Life was so great for these kids, even if it was somewhat different from the norm. She didn't begrudge them their love. True relationships crossed all kinds of barriers. And making them conform to some outdated and unwholesome stricture would be the worst kind of distortion. She'd been gay all her life. No one was worse off for that. Some were whole because of it. And she was looking forward to tasting and thrilling this exotic creature who was with them now. Something she'd try to make permanent, but if anyone got even a whiff of their 'abnormality' they could kiss it all goodbye. She'd sooner kiss it better.

"You don't mind, do you, Ange?" asked Jas as they showed their visitor to their rooms.

"Are you kidding? We might be an indivisible two, but it doesn't mean we can't be an indivisible three, does it? Oops, sorry, Harmony, I'm being presumptuous. You may not want to do that."

"Are you kidding?" She echoed her new friend's voice.

They stripped off in about 30 seconds, then stood ogling each other's bodies, Angela unable to stop herself stroking the near-white breasts and red nipples next to her, kissing the pale red lips and drawing this elfin creature close. Jas stood behind her and pressed her body into Harmony's before her hands went around her hips and down to the lovely protruding but as yet hairless pubes, where they began stroking and probing, spreading her wetness around her clitoris before beginning to lightly and quickly tease the organ to engorgement.

Harmony put her fingers between Angela's legs and worked them inside her treasure cave. Angela began to lick the neck and ears of the person opposite her, murmuring, "You must be the birthday surprise Jas promised me. We're going to be a terrific threesome. There's so much I want to do with you."

Then as if an alarm had rung, she looked at her watch.  "Damn. We've got three minutes to get to the kitchen. We're going to have to continue this later."

Jas took no notice, and wouldn't stop her attempt to arouse this gorgeous girl, but the said girl gently prized her hands away and whispered, "Who do I sleep with?"

"Me! Me, me, me!" Jas was excited by the new thought, but began to throw some old clothes onto her body as she said it.

Harmony calmly put on the garments she had been wearing  - tiny white knickers, loose blue cotton slacks and embroidered long sleeved white blouse. No one bothered with bras or shoes. They were home, weren't they?

The large table in the family room was full of food when they arrived there. Cold roast beef, ham, assorted salads, fresh crusty bread rolls, and what smelt suspiciously like a warm berry pie. The three young ladies sat next to each other, Harmony in the middle, all looking longingly at the food, but not beginning to help themselves. Manners began at home, as did discipline and courtesy. Muriel had seen enough of all three being deficient.

"D'you always have such beautiful food?," asked Harmony, eyes wide.

"Better than this," replied Angela, "that beef we had hot last night, when it's cold we always have soup to begin, and we're not allowed to pass on any of it. Well, not often, anyway."

"I sure hope I can stay here." The silky voice was wistful. "We eat crap at home."

"Jas is a good cook. She made the pie a couple of days ago."

"Oh, wow! I really love it here."

Voices from the kitchen presaged the arrival of adults. Muriel came in carrying a jug of water, Ben following. Not even speaking to his daughters, he stared at the new girl, his jaw literally dropping open, his eyes opening wide, and managing to let out a strangled "Ahhh". Then, "Ohhh. Excuse me. I'm being very rude."

"Dad, this is Harmony." Calm and collected, Angela stepped into the hiatus as she indicated their guest.

"Hello, Mr. Arbutt." Perfectly modulated, the voice did nothing to restore his confidence.

"Oh. Hi, Harmony. It's really nice – um, I mean it is really nice to meet you." God, he hoped he didn't sound like a tongue-tied teenager.

"And it's nice to meet you. The girls have been telling me how great it is to have a dad like you, and although I've only just met Angela, Jasmine has been telling me about some of the things you've done, and how you got her into Miss Fashion."

"Yes," he said, but what he thought was 'holy shit. Articulate, beautiful, and sexy. And so young.' He felt himself harden at the thought and at the look of the pointy bits beneath the blouse, and had to sidle to his chair on the other side of the table. Jas nudged Harmony, barely suppressing a smile.

Muriel had sat down and said, "Hey, let's eat." There was a flurry of activity from the girls.

"Well, you are very welcome here." Ben had regained some composure as he too began to put food on his plate. "Muriel has filled me in on some things, and I can say that as far as I'm concerned you are welcome to stay here as long as you like."

'Jesus,' he thought, 'temptation at the ready. Have to watch it, won't you?' He had known of his wife's sexual preferences and her relationship with her sister since they had first met.  It had not bothered him, as she was a truly great lover and mother, and was as balanced a personality as he had ever met. He'd also learnt of his daughters' similar path and, although perturbed at first, had come to accept this as a fact of life as well. He hoped they'd find as much happiness as their mother. But this new girl? Well, he'd always been careful to avoid any hint of lust toward his developing daughters, although it had not stopped him from jerking off to his mental  image of them from time to time. That was one thing – but this was something else. He could imagine carnally fucking this girl, knew he would never do it, but the thought troubled him. He'd have a heart to heart with his wife, his therapist, his love and the rock of his life. No other person, man or woman, had come close to her insight, understanding and empathy.

His welcome was too much for Harmony. Two big tears rolled down her cheeks as her face scrunched up. "Thank you." Then her plate was pushed aside as sobs began to wrack her body, all the anguish and stress in her young life pouring out in uncontrollable release.

Both girls had their arms around her by then, but it was their mother who set things right. Motioning for them to leave their chairs, she sat and pulled her head into her bosom, stroking her hair and murmuring sounds of comfort and security. "I'm here, my darling. With people who love you. Who cherish you. We are going to help you feel safe and secure. Whatever has happened in the past is over."

The sobbing slowly grew less until she finally looked up. "I'm so happy," she was still blubbering, but they could understand the words. "I love you so much. You're the first woman to be kind to me. Well, except Sylvia. Oh,  thank you. Thank you." She looked around for the girls, saw them standing nearby and smiled, a smile of deliverance. "I used to have a story book my dad would read to me. It was called Are You My Mother?, about a little bird who had fallen out of the nest and went round looking for its mum. But I never realised I'd be like that little bird. I didn't fall out of the nest, but I have been looking for someone who could be my mother."

The girls joined in cuddling this wonderful person, this girl their age who had experienced so much stress that it made them ashamed of their protected upbringing. It wasn't right that such things should be, but they were sure they would never let it happen to her again.

'Or,' thought Angela, 'other children in similar situations.'

They all finally resumed their seats and commenced eating. Ben had watched the scene with so much pride in his family that his heart was throbbing with love for them. When Harmony looked up he said, "But you love your father." It was not a question.

"Oh yes, he's a darling. But he's had so much stuff to put up with that it's a wonder he's still sane. We do love him, though.'

"Muriel told me earlier that you had a question about him for me. Want to tell me?"

"Oh, yes. I did. It's this. His name is Charles Daverse. He's a clerk of courts. He's well educated and can talk about nearly anything under the sun, but he looks after my sister who's only nine, and never gets out. I wondered if you might – er – have a chat with him? You know, get him to go out or something. Astrid could stay here perhaps?'

"Daverse? Hmm; I seem to remember that name, it's a bit unusual." He closed his eyes and thought. "Got it!", he finally said. "Involved in a famous case of outing a corrupt judge.  A few years ago."

He nodded, pleased with his memory."Yes, I'd enjoy talking to him. Can you call him?"

She nodded her head eagerly. "After tea? I want to try Jas's pie."

When she explained to her father what had happened he became worried that she'd been taken in by unknown and possibly unsuitable people. She tried to allay his fears, but it was not until Ben came on the phone and explained who he was, and something about his family that Charles  relaxed. He knew the name Arbutt and associated it with sports photos, but it was not until he mentioned Muriel's name that he became loquacious.

"Muriel Arbutt? I've met her! She ran a fund raiser for underprivileged kids a while back, and I  got involved with putting the hard word on some of the justices. If she's involved – oh, yes, she's your wife, isn't she – then I know Harmony is OK. Thank you. You're good people." They arranged for him and Astrid to visit the following Tuesday evening so they could all meet.

"What about dad going out with him?" asked Jas. "We were going to..."

"Shh!" The command was imperious. "Softly, softly. That's secret women's business. You don't snare your quarry by making loud noises. Good men are a rarity. You take trouble to never alienate or frighten them. Understand?" After a moment for them to nod their heads she said, "Now, you three. Harmony, you're going to sleep on the couch in the lounge room. You two," and she pointed an commanding finger at them, "will sleep in your own beds alone. I will be calling you two youngsters at four a.m. You will rise quietly, shower separately, dress separately, breakfast together, and be waiting for the car to come at five. And there will be no arguments, Jas." The said girl was red in the face and about to blow her top. "You will do as you're told or your modeling career is over."

Jas had put such a spoilt and ferocious expression on her face that Angela couldn't help some suppressed giggles. "And you," she said sternly to her eldest, "will uphold my authority. No subversion or you too will suffer. Now," turning to the others, "it is ten to eight. You will be in bed by ten past. Get ready, Set. Go!"

But this last was said with such a grin that they burst out laughing as Jas took Harmony to show her where everything was.

"It's not fair," muttered Angela. "They get to miss another day of school, I've got to go and get on top of a rumour that I hate boys by talking to one at lunch time, when all I want to do is run. I am still going to the coaching clinic on Saturday, aren't I?"

She was reassured. She went off having to imagine the thrills in store with Harmony, knowing she would masturbate at least once. She just loved the feeling of satisfaction orgasms gave her. And it was so easy to visualize the sight of her sister's sex, the feel of her breasts and vagina, the taste of her juice, and recall the smells and sounds. And she could now could add thoughts of Harmony to the mix. 'Hmm,' she thought, 'I reckon we'll make pretty good harmony.'

Harmony's bed was all made up, and as their mum had said nothing about cleaning their teeth or using the toilet separately, they shared these intimate activities. "I wish we could sleep together," said Jas, I just want to be near you all night."

"I know," was the response. "Me too, but we can imagine, can't we?"

"Oh, yes! It's just not as good, though."

"Well, your mother – our mother – is not going to get any rebellion from me. She's so tough. But she's so loving. Have you ever seen the Wizard of Oz?" Jas nodded her head. "Well, I feel like Dorothy waking up in Munchkin land. The wicked witch is gone, and I'm off to see the Wizard."

They'd not yet  put on their pyjamas, and Jas said, "Well, here's this munchkin with a present," and put her arms around her new love and kissed her long and hard.

Harmony let her fingers trail down her companion's neck onto her developing breasts before quickly bending and sucking on them.

"Sweet dreams," she said as she skipped out the door.

To be continued