Treasure Hunt, conclusion to Part 8

"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 companions neck onto her developing breasts before quickly bending and sucking on them.

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

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Treasure Hunt, Part 9 - Goddesses

by LesLuv

Muriel stood looking at the sleeping figure of her daughter Jasmine such love and desire that it was all she could do to stop herself crying. She wondered again if her incestuous relationship with the two girls was good, or whether it would leave them damaged so that in the years to come they would be unable to find the kind of true happiness she herself had found.

Society was so adamant in its condemnation of any form of incest that, as she got older, doubts and fears had troubled her, but Jasmine's beautifully serene, sleeping face looked quite contented. She mentally shrugged off her worries before quietly leaving the room. Although it was near midsummer, it was a chilly night and she drew her dressing gown tightly about her.

Ben, her husband, was waiting in their bed to talk to her about his sudden arousal at the sight of their new guest, Harmony. Instead of returning there, however, she felt herself being drawn toward the lounge room where this most wondrous young woman was asleep. It might have been Ben's description of his sudden longing to fondle and fuck this girl that had set her going – she was so glad he felt he could confide such things to her – but his confession had made her horny, so for his sins he could wait a while longer.

Harmony was lying on her side, away from the window through which was shining the light from the street lamp. She appeared to be asleep, but as Muriel drew closer the closed eyes opened, a small smile on the lips below forming as she saw who it was.

"Hello." Her voice was soft and dreamy. "I've been asleep, but I started to dream and I was half awake when I caught a trace of your scent. Mmm. Lovely."

The green eyes that smiled at her seemed to have a luminosity all their own. Perhaps a light burnt in her soul somewhere, but whatever it was they drew Muriel to their owner like iron to a magnet. Sitting on the edge of the couch she reached out and began to stroke her hair, so fine and blonde it would make silkworms jealous.

"I don't know where you got your looks, Harmony, or your skin, or your bone structure, but together with your voice and your personality you truly are the most exquisite girl I have ever seen. I should be in bed. I should be counseling my poor husband who is so smitten that all his normal faculties have retreated. But I'm here, whispering to you because I can't stay away. You've kindled a fire in me like  I've never known." She began to run her fingers across the girl's face. "I really am a horrible woman, because I can't restrain myself, but I want to immerse myself in you. May I?"

Her answer was in action, not words. A hand appeared from under the covers and went around Muriel's neck, drawing her down until their lips met, softly at first, then with a poco a poco crescendo. Their tongues found each other, their moans of pleasure became louder, and presently Harmony was sitting up, bedclothes discarded, naked and perfect. She pulled the older woman's dressing gown apart and began fondling her breasts.

"Such beautiful boobs," she murmured. "So full, so firm. My mother's are all silicone, they're as hard as porcelain. I've never seen natural ones, not this big, not this lovely."

Muriel stood and took off her robe and panties as Harmony drew back the bedclothes and lay down again. "It's lovely and warm in here." The invitation was soft and seductive.

Muriel slid in beside her, Harmony moving so she was hard against the wall. It didn't take long before the older woman's mouth was sucking on her new goddesse's breasts, engorging the nipples, sending waves of erotic fire down her spine. Then fingers were exploring, heartbeats accelerating, bodies quivering and voices were speaking of love. A few minutes more and a flurry of movement saw the younger body on top of the older, head to toe, with mouths and tongues searching out the depths of intimacy.

"Oh yes!"

"Fuck me!"

"More, more, more!"

Harmony felt her senses begin to spin as fingers were thrust into her cunt and a tongue did a tarantella on her engorged clitoris. Then her new lover's other hand began to explore her bum, toying with her sphincter, probing its tightness. This was new, this was dirty, this was exciting. She sucked with all her power on the mature vulva beneath her, licked and probed, then rubbed the largest clitoris she had ever seen until there was a moan so loud her own cries were drowned in the engulfing heat. Then a crescendo of orgasmic sound slowly built to mind-shattering fulfillment as they reached the summit together.

Harmony slowly turned herself around so that she was lying in her new mother's arms. Their faces, sweaty and flushed, were regarded with awesome revelation. There was no need for talk, the place beyond words being still with them.

But, in the silence , they both heard a cry, a wail of someone in pain. "Ahhh…." Then the sound of running feet and a door being slammed shut.

"Oh, shit," Muriel whispered. Tears began coursing down her cheeks and she found herself unable to move, powerless in the waves of guilt and shame that swept over her. Her tears became sobs, then outright howls of remorse. Between cries Harmony could make out, "I knew. I knew I'd mess up their lives. Ohhh…"

The young girl slipped out of the bed and hurried to Jasmine's room. She didn't knock, simply went in and sat on the bed. The bedclothes enveloped the now sobbing girl, but as she leant over to speak a voice from the doorway said, "Oh, my god! Oh, fuck."

A male voice. A voice that receded, then could be faintly heard saying, "What happened? Muriel, are you all right?"

The bedclothes were slowly pushed aside revealing a small, frightened face. "Was that dad?" Jasmine's voice was quaking.

"Uh huh." Harmony nodded as she affirmed the question.

"Oh, my god. What have I done now?"

"What have we all done?" was the reply. But Harmony was used to coping with the unexpected and simply went and closed the door before returning to the bed and climbing in next to Jasmine. She put her arms around the trembling girl and whispered, "I've only ever felt real love for my sister until now. But that's pale by comparison with how I feel about you. I've had a strange life, full of bizarre things like albinism, comfort and care from my father, a sexual relationship with my teacher and my sister, and a whore for a mother. I'd imagined that was normal, that's how it would be forever. But when I saw you a light was turned on, and it's grown brighter until it – and you – have filled me with something so wonderful. I think it's real love. Just looking at you makes my heart race. I know you and Angela are a pair, but I can't help the way I feel about you. Jasmine, I would do anything for you." She paused. "Anything at all. I do love you." A tear welled from one eye, followed by one from the other eye before they rolled down her cheeks

"Oh…."

"Jas, what your – I mean our mum and I did before was sex. I like her. She's a real mother. I'm sure I love her too, but like a daughter. And she, well, I think she was attracted by someone new. I have had that effect on others in the past."

Tears formed in Jas's eyes also as she began to stroke her friend's face, smooth back her damp hair, run her finger around her mouth. "Oh, Harmony. You truly are the most wonderful person I have ever met. Balanced. Understanding. Clever. I fell in love with you too. Not just your looks, or your skin or anything, but you. All of you. I know I don't know much, I really am terribly shy and naïve, I've got an awful lot to learn, but as far as I'm concerned I never want to be with anyone else. Mum thinks we'll follow her, get married and have kids, but I don't want that. I just want to stay in love with you for the rest of my life."

Harmony was not so sure that such things could be. Her past had made her doubt really happy endings, but she was never going to voice that. "Let's start now. Let's share our future together. OK?"

"Mmm. Yes. Yes." She kissed those pale pink lips, full and inviting, that belonged to her lifetime love.

"Want me to – um – you know?"

"I'd love that. But, you know, I'm so sleepy. Can we just cuddle?"

And that is how their parents found them when they looked in shortly after.

"Babes in the woods," Said Ben, smiling at his two daughters. "Beautiful babes."

"Come on, come to bed. Make love to me, you horny old devil."

*

There was an expectant hush as the pale white of predawn appeared at the top of the mountains. Then, like a curtain rising over an opera stage, the first rays of sun shone into the waiting, expectant faces gathered on the grass below.

Unseen hands grasped the thick coats into which the two girls were huddled, whipping them off as the voice of Sylvia said, "Now!"

The girls stepped forward, raised their hands and began to turn slowly toward the rising sun. The pale stars began to disappear, the dawn chorus fell silent, and the only sound in this remote amphitheatre was of film advancing in cameras. There was a quiet headiness to the scene, and the two girls turned to each other and joined hands before looking toward the golden rays. They lifted their other hands, threw their heads back toward the lightening sky, then smiled and then laughed with total joy at the glory of it all. Separating, they raised both hands toward the sun in supplication to its majesty, before standing motionless once more. Their breath made vapour trails across the frigid air, their cheeks and faces glowed with the health of frost; although it was only just above freezing point, they shone with the warmth of youth and certainty.

"Next." The voice was urgent, the girls running back to the waiting dressers who had the garments off in a moment, the new items on in two. Camera positions shifted, blue folding canvas chairs placed, and the sun continued its unstoppable advance. This time they posed, models  of hauteur, maids of a superior race. Then one foot on the arm of the chair, their face in silhouette, then seated, a hand shading the eyes from the glare, followed by a slow return toward the assembly area, faces in deep shadow, brightness glowing through their cobweb hair.

"Beautiful." Sylvia was ecstatic as she hurried them indoors. "These will be some of the best shots we have ever had. And the two of you together give such a sense of natural beauty that you will see your images in more than just fashion magazines. Relax for a minute now, have a drink, get warm, and we'll get clothes and makeup in here for the next shoot."

They looked at each other, still so far removed from reality that they seemed like sleepwalkers. They had been tutored by Sylvia in the way she wanted each section to proceed, but had been left to their own interpretation of the execution. If Jas had felt nervous it had never shown. Harmony had been on three similar shoots before, and her confidence had been all Jas needed. Their burgeoning love had helped them bond, but it was their joie de vivre that had  had carried the day.

They hardly saw the clothes they wore. They were rather longer than the previous collection, but they bore the unmistakable designs and fashioning of a master. There'd been deep winter blue, icicle green and sunshine glow in the colour schemes; the fabrics seemed like heavy silk, lace covered satin or light woollen mix, but the sheer joy of having these new creations placed expertly on their bodies was enough. Jas had never worn make up, doing so was not really in her mind. She was aware how beautiful people thought her, she knew how nearly perfect was her skin, so she was surprised when she had her face lightly blushed and her eyes highlighted. Seeing her questioning look, the artist had said, "This is photography, dear. Trust me, it's needed." She was also surprised when her bra was unceremoniously whipped off and a padded one put on. Quite sizable padding, too. "That's a girl's desire," said the dresser with a grin.

"Tired?" Harmony asked her partner.

"What?" The exclamation was full of surprise. "No way. I'm buzzing. How about you?"

"I get nervous when I'm in the sun, but it's been just so marvelous. I can't believe you've had no training, no instruction even. You're such a natural, you could make this your career, I bet."

Jas was about to continue the conversation, but Sylvia walked in, followed by a tall, dark haired, copper- skinned girl about fifteen.

"Hey - look whose joined us! Jasmine, meet Kirrinai." Sylvia was in over-the-top mode. "Kirrinai, this is our latest star, Jasmine. You know Harmony, of course, and guess what? Kirranai was going to the sports shoot, but it got rained out so she came here to see what real modeling is all about." They all burst out laughing. "Seriously, Jasmine, Kirrinai is one of our most experienced models, and has been with us for about four years."

Jas stood and went to shake hands, or whatever one did in this kind of situation. The new arrival, however, air kissed her on both cheeks, French style, and said, "Jasmine. It's lovely to meet you. I've been hearing a bit about you. All good, too. Hi, Harmony, how's it going?"

"We've had a small change in plans since Kirranai has come," Sylvia said with her 'it's all right' smile. "We had intended to do all the other duo shots indoors, but we've now decided to do at least one more outdoors with her and you, Jasmine. Hope you don't mind, Harmony, but we're going to do a solo shoot with you at the same time, and get all three of you to do a special final take." Without waiting to get Harmony's reaction, she said, "Right. Dressers will be with you in a moment, but in the meantime I'd like Kirrinai to go through some of the things she's picked up over the years, things that you, Jasmine, especially, will find useful. I'll call you when we're set up outside."

After finding out Jasmine's age, Kirrinai told them she'd started out at the same age exactly, and had not looked back. "All the work I can handle," she said with a smile. "My advisor is investing the money, a good move, because I'm not going on for more than another year. Way too busy and tiring, and I want to study." At Jas's enquiring look, she went on, "Law. Women's rights. I'm sick of seeing women and girls pushed down, humiliated and exploited. I'm going to do something about it." At the sight of Jasmine's open mouth she added, "You don't get to be in this game if you're dumb. I'm not. Neither is Harmony. And you're not either. You might be just starting out, but you've got that air of confidence that comes from knowing your mind. Now, let me tell you what to watch out for." And she went into some rather lurid details of sexual harassment, dodgy agents, scams and exploitation by magazine publishers. It was a good forty minutes before Sylvia came back in, out of breath and angry.

"Well, finally. You do not want to know the things I've got to put up with. Here at last are the new outfits."

The sun was now sending waves of heat onto the assembly, but a strong breeze had also risen. "Just what we needed," one of the elderly dressers said sourly, only to have this changed by Sylvia.

"Exactly what we need. You'll see." And see they did. Large canvas screens had been erected, the sun was muted, and the dresses they wore began to glow. Seeing Jas's look of astonishment, she added, "A little trick of the trade. Fluorescent dyes."

The wind was subdued, their clothes swirled gently, and Kirrinai led the way through a routine that was part ballet and part circus, making Jasmine aware of just how little she really knew, but which did not stop her being a fully fledged partner in the dance. The whole thing looked rather weird, dark colours with bright spots and streaks contrasting with Jasmine's small blond beauty and Kirrinai's tall, well developed and glowing presence, 'but', thought Jas, 'whatever works, I suppose.'

By the time they were finished both girls were running with sweat, and they were ordered to shower, put on clean underwear, and meet in the atrium as soon as possible. The interior was air-conditioned and deliciously cool, and they found Harmony sipping something long and cold, looking perfectly relaxed in shorts and blouse. She gave a giggle of amusement when she saw the hot ones enter, so they tossed their heads, snorted 'hmph' and ran to the showers at the rear of the building.

Kirrinai stripped as she adjusted the shower to warm. Jas could not take her eyes off the new girl. 'Girl?" she thought. 'More like a young woman. Such perfect breasts, about 34C, firm, uplifted and needing to be sucked. An athlete's body. Strong. Not really beautiful; an open face. What colour is her skin?' She stared as she stood under the water, decided it was bronze, and took in the triangle of black pubic hair.

"Bit of a contrast, eh?" The older girl said, grinning as she gestured toward their bodies.

"I guess so," responded Jas. "You have the most beautiful body. Where did you get that skin?"

She  began to laugh. "It's something, eh? Well, my dad is part Sri Lankan, part Malay. My mother is a real mix, but mostly Swedish. Funny things, genes, aren't they?"

Jas nodded. She was tempted to walk to the adjoining shower and stroke the body in question, but stopped herself. Learning to control her impulses was proving to be hard. "Thanks for taking me through that last show," she said. "I've got such a lot to learn."

Kirrinai began to dry herself. "You'll get there. I was so frightened the first time I burst into tears and ran away. But you have so much chutzpah. And such a perfect body. And the looks to go with it. A real beauty."

Jas felt herself blush as she too toweled herself dry. "Um, thanks," she said.

They donned knickers and walked back into the main area. Jas had no spare bra, Kirrinai didn't seem to care – the only men on the set were photographers who used their own area – and being undressed around everyone else needed no second thought. They sat with Harmony, who had placed bottles of cold mineral water on the table for them.

"Feel better?" Harmony asked sweetly, looking longingly at Jas's little boobs with her trademark sly grin.

"Oh, yes. Thanks for the water."

"How are you, Harmony?" Asked Kirrinai.

"I'm pretty good, Kirri, thanks. Did you know I've found a new home?"

"Sylvia mentioned something. You're staying with Jas and her family?"

Harmony nodded and gave her the gist.

"I'm so glad," responded Kirri, "living with your mother was definitely unhealthy."

"We've still got to get the papers or something," Jas said, "mum's going to organise that. She's good at that kind of thing, and we…" she broke off, suddenly aware she was about to reveal a hope she and Harmony had.

Harmony, as usual, had the perfect answer. She simply reached out her hand and lay it on top of Jasmine's.

"Oh ho! I see. Lucky you." Kirrinai was beaming. "Ah – young love."

"Look who's talking." Harmony was amused. "You were head over heels with that actor, the one in 'Fallen Leaves' and that was only weeks ago. You're not that old, either."

"I'm sixteen now, and I got over that crush easy. But…" and here it was her turn to become silent.

After a moment Harmony prompted, "But?"

"I don't really – er"

But the arrival of Sylvia in her usual flurry put an end to that. "OK! Here's the duds for the trio. We were going to keep these for another day, but seeing the three of you are here, I've had the seamstresses working like crazy to adjust them to your sizes.s" She was pulling a mobile hanger covered with plastic film.  Dressers appeared, garments were readied, makeup summonsed, and it took almost an hour before they were arrayed. Sylvia stood watching a satisfied grin on her face.

Kirri was the first to speak. "Sylvia, you have excelled yourself. These are the most wondrous garments I've ever seen. Who's creations?"

"Isaias Machado. Brazilian designer. Been around for a while, but we saw some of his ideas at the exhibition last year, we contracted him, and this is his first major work for us. Good, isn't he?"

The three girls stood and gaped at each other.

"Oh, my," said Jas.

"What an idea!" Exclaimed Harmony.

And the idea was unique. Each one was dressed as a goddess from mythology.

Harmony had become Aurora, the Roman Dawn Goddess, dressed in a  chiffon gown that melted from the palest blue hem toward a golden bodice with the tiniest diamantes sown to the top edge, while the long flowing lines were continued in the sleeves that flew away above the elbows like streamers. Her hair had been plaited and curled into a cap to which had been added a crown of tiny white feathers. Pale blue cotton gloves with glitters in the fingertips were added, while her skin, so nearly perfectly white, had not been touched, but a tiny amount of orange gloss had been added to her lips and eyelids. She'd been told to remove her knickers and was handed a white G string to put on in their place.  Sylvia told her to forget a bra. The effect was quite amazing. As she slowly pirouetted the diamantes reflected the light from the illumination that was being set up, the dress billowed away, and the whole was indeed Dawn. The other two stopped what they were doing to watch. They did not need to use their imagination, for this was exactly who it was supposed to be. A goddess.

Kirrinai was Rhiannon, the Celtic Dream Goddess, in satin so bizarre that it took a moment for the eye to realize what it was observing. Three layers of different colours – blood red, mauve, and grass green had been sewn to a plain, straight shift of black cotton. Each layer was about twelve inches square, and made so that when the model spun round, first one, then the next layer would flare out revealing the one below. The panels were not uniform in colour placement or size, so it seemed to the others that they watched a living kaleidoscope. The outfit reached almost to the floor, and was sleeveless – but right down to her fingertips her arms were painted with spirals of the same colours. The strangest headdress imaginable had been placed on her head. Black and white glass panels on some rigid backing were interspersed between coloured mirrors, so that her cheeks and nape were covered but the crown of her head and face were left free. Her black hair was silver streaked and allowed to float free. 'This could be a dream – or a nightmare', thought Jas as the last of her makeup was applied.

Jasmine had been transformed into Anchiale, the Greek Titan Goddess of warmth and fire. Her dress  was of silk, beginning with deep red at the hem and transforming to pale orange at the neckline. Coming just below her waist, it was sleeveless and so tight that she had to breathe in as the zip was done up. That had been the easy bit. The makeup – the painting, really - and the attachments had been trying. The white cotton stockings with sparkly red and blue plastic gems adorning them had been easy. Even having long silk streamers of all the fire colours glued to her arms hadn't been too bad, but her face? She was no longer a sweet little girl, she was the fire mistress herself. As befitted a Titan, she had become the ruler of the flames, with zigzags, tongues of flame and black charcoal blended across her once beautiful face. A silver band had been placed around her forehead; it had rows of coloured LED lights in it with a built in timer that caused them to flash at random, and she'd been given a thin plastic baton that emitted spears of orange light when she pressed a button on the side. "Wow!" she'd exclaimed, "Toys. I love toys." She had become a 21st century Titan, and was going to make the most of it.

"OK," proclaimed Sylvia, "You all look positively stunning – and startling. Jas, make sure you don't point your wand at the cameras. Kirri, make sure your head piece is really secure. Now - you'll be on canvas to reduce slipping, but be careful, as none of you have foot coverings. Harmony, don't worry about having no  bra. We're not into pornography, and I'm assured you will not appear to be naked. We might suggest it, but it won't be true. Jas, don't you dare point that wand thing in my direction. You're not Darth Vader. And for heavens sake don't fall over or crash into anything. Makeup will kill you first then me. OK, a practice run. You first, Harmony."

And they each rehearsed, with suggestions and commands flying as they progressed. Aurora was beautiful, Rhiannon awesome, and Anchiale an unbelievable blend of ancient fire and modern light. Then cameras and lighting were checked, quiet called for and they went for the real thing. Harmony was quite perfect, Kirrinai had to repeat when her headdress fell off, and Jasmine managed to scrape through in one take thanks to her utter determination to hang onto the wand which had become slippery with perspiration. They then all joined hands and curtsied, just like ballerinas at the final curtain.

"We don't expect to get buyers lining up to purchase these, Sylvia said later with a chuckle. "That's not the point. I'll show you a mock up of the finished magazine shortly. It's quite startling already – and we want everyone to buy it, look at it, keep it handy, and be seduced by the real fashions. And," she added as an afterthought, "buy the video." Seeing Kirri's startled look, she went on, "Yes, a new venture. Miss Fashion Live. When you've got it you flaunt it. And," she gave a whistle, "boy, have we got it. And you never know where that might take you."

The undressing was as hard as the dressing, for everything had to be stored and ready for another show if that ever happened. Finally they were allowed to shower, with the promise of really nice food and drink to follow. Jas could not believe her eyes when she saw the clock over the side exit. Just after two. They'd been here – she couldn't work it out, suddenly felt exhausted, starving and very thirsty.

She felt someone grab her hand and say, "Come on, Miss Vacant, shower." It was Harmony.

The warm water was luxury. The feel of Harmony's body pressing itself to hers was exquisite. And the appearance of two large seductive teenage breasts before her eyes was all she could ask for. A quick suck on each, a feel, and all three were rubbing, caressing and sliding into each other under the shower. It felt so beautiful, so right and rewarding. That Kirri was into doing this was so good. That the three of them could do it without embarrassment or hesitation was wonderful. Tongue kisses all round and it was time to dry, dress and eat. Life was really great.

They chatted as they ate, decorously observing adult standards, while Sylvia showed them the first prints from the day. The two youngsters had no idea how they would look on film, but were not disappointed. Jas especially was astounded by the look of poise and  grace she exhibited. She thought many other young women – girls – would want to wear these clothes. She certainly would. Maybe models  got a special deal.  Sylvia, the head dresser, the makeup ladies, the cameramen and the rest of the crew were there to congratulate each other on a very good day's work.

"Ready to go home?" Asked Sylvia. "Kirri, would you mind travelling with them? The car will drop you off home."

They put their arms around each other's shoulders and began to sing as they were driven back. Smiles, talk, laughter were the order of the day from three young friends with similar loves and abilities. At one stage Harmony said, "Kirri, we're organising a party soon. A birthday party, plus a bit of celebrating. Like to come? You don't mind me jumping in, do you Jas?"

"I should mind my older sister making arrangements? I'm so used to it."

"And," Harmony continued, turning back to Kirri, "it's an all girls party. Jas and her sister Angela, me and my sister, our mum, and you. Would you be happy with that arrangement?"

 "If you mean what I think you mean, I'd be delighted. I didn't tell you that I broke up with my boyfriend because he was pressuring me to have sex. The thought of that was too bad, and I realized then that I was more attracted to girls about my own age. Never thought of having an adult, but you don't seem to mind, so it must be OK."

"There's one more," Jas piped up, "Aunty Beth. Mum's sister. She's awesome. I think you'd both like her.

"I reckon I could be happy in the company of six other like minded sex starved females." Kirri was laughing at the idea. "Let me know when, hey?"

To be continued