Covert Incest

Clare {G Solo Porn Moth/Daug Cove Ince Mole Mena Hyme}

Well, I guess I got into porn first. My brothers had some, one of those “No girls allowed” games, but they didn’t hide them very well. Don’t ask me where they got them, our father had tapes, then DVDs, and eventually downloaded off the internet when we got that. But video, not just pictures in magazines, and “Hardcore.”

The boys had teens, but softcore, and no boys. I asked the eldest what the deal is with lesbians. I mean, logically, it’s the 1 kind of sex they’re never going to get is the kind without no dicks in it, and it's not like girls like looking at fags buttfucking. None I knew, but that’s what they looked at. I don’t like looking at fag porn. He said “2 hot girls is better’n 1,” so I guess that’s it. Not like there’s any stories behind it, just names, and pictures.

Then I guess I figured it out, process of elimination. What they don’t do is touch anything, really. I mean, on the outside. They grabbed boobs, or rubbed eachother’s butts. And said things, that’s how I knew what toys were for. They said “Inside me,” and held their pussies open to show the hole. So, that’s one mystery solved, and why they’re shaped like that. I even figured out they’re supposed to be like dicks. “I wish we had a real dick. Don’t you want to come over, and fuck us with your big hard cock?”

“Huh!” I thought they’re lesbians? I finally got so confused I had to ask mom.

She said it was pretend. “They’re not real lesbians,” which is why they just pose, or look at it, stick their tongue out, but they don’t touch it. “See? they’re not even turned on, at all.”

Then, I was confused about their toys, and there fingers, because they never really touched it with them either. “How can you tell?”

“Because I know how it feels. Look at their lips, their nipples, the color of their skin?”

“Uhuh?”

“Women flush when we’re aroused?”

“Like a toilet?”

She laughed, “No, with blood. Like a blush, but all over, especially in the face, and neck.”

“Oh,” I shrugged, “I never felt that.” Just when I’m ashamed, or emberrissed.

She told me “I was going to wait to tell you this until you’re older,” but she sat down on the bed, and showed me, in the book. “Girls play with ourselves too,” but she’s not a girl, she’s my mom. So, she had to get out her books, and show me. They showed a lot more. “Huh, see?”

“There hairy!”

“Yes, these are what real lesbians look like. See how short her nails are?” I nodded, but you couldn’t see her fingers very well, or her beaver with them in the way. “When you grow up, you’ll grow hair too. There, and here,” she tickled me under my arms. I laughed, but I like tickling, my little brothers and sister don’t, and sometimes it sucks when my big brother doesn’t let me breathe, but she knew how to tickle right.

The worst spots are on my legs, especially on the inside, and she knows it. But she let me breathe, and just held them. In her lap, she just rubbed up, and down until it didn’t tickle any more. When she touched my underwear. That didn't tickle. She didn't tickle me there, but I didn't have any hair there, neither. So, I stopped giggling. “Feel better?” I nodded. “Good, because now I have to show you something. Go get the mirror.”

She looked real serious, and red like when she’s mad, but her voice was real low, and sounded real rough. “Hm,” I brought it back from the vanity. “You can’t really take a picture of this,” her hands slipped my nighty up my hips, and she helped me push my underpants down. “Hop up here,” she helped me up on the bed, and pushed my underpants down to my feet. “Spread your legs,” she held my thighs in her fingers, and rubbed them a little more.

“Huh!” I felt so hot, I wanted to turn on the fan, but she just held the mirror, “Can you see?” And tilted it until I could. I didn’t look like the girls in the pictures, much less the real lesbians in mom’s hardcore. It looked fat, I wasn’t, maybe a little baby-fat, but there was this big pudge under my tummy. It got in the way, so I can’t see anything from the top, but with the mirror tilted up.

Well, there wasn’t really nothing to see. Just my butt in front, nothing really in there. I was aware of where pee comes from before, but she just told me where babies come from, so I knew I had another hole, since you could see it in this one girl, who had her legs up, and her fingers down like an upside down 2, or a catcher signaling the pitcher.

“Where’s my clitty?” I guess there was something in there, but it just looked like skin. Like they tucked it in, but there was a little bit sticking out, but it didn’t look like any clit I ever seen. “In here,” the bulge on top, “But you have to get aroused to see it, and it might still be too tiny. This,” I squirmed a little. “Sorry, how did that feel?”

“Uh?” I don’t know, “It really, uh! I think it hurt?” I wasn’t sure.

“You’re young, so it’s still very sensitive, but the more turned on you are, the better it feels. If it hurts too much to touch it, try pulling on this,” the little skin tag, looked kind of like a raisin, but pink instead of black, or golden.

Her fingers spread open, “Or you can pinch your labia, but here’s what I have to show you.” Her fingers split between, and really held me open. “It’s important,” I looked, but it was so far away, “This is your hymen,” she tapped it with her middle finger. “Huh! I’m sure they call it a cherry, or whatever, but this is the part they always get wrong. Which is why you shouldn’t learn about sex from porn when you’re too young to understand.

This is the myth of virginity.” she let go, and pulled up my underpants. “You can sit down, now.” They felt cool, then really rather warm. “The myth is that it’s like a wall, between being an innocent little girl, and you need a man to make you a woman.” She rubbed my back, and my legs some more, so I felt a lot better.

“Like Stephanie?” I sat down, but now they felt really warm, on my lips. “Huh!” I grabbed the magazine, and showed her. “See?” [You wanna cum make me a woman?] “But she don’t got no cherry!” She had it wide open, it got dark inside, like an open mouth, but looked real deep.

“Again, she’s pretending. She’s playing a virgin for the pictures, but some girls don’t have one you can see, or it can be damaged just running around, and playing;”

“Like she fell on a stick?” Naked? Sounds more like a excuse.

“Or riding a bike, doing the splits, or just playing around. Most girls don’t even feel it, and they may be a little damaged, yet still mostly intact. Or, just too small, and pink to really see it, inside. The point is, it doesn’t have to be broken. If you’re careful, and gentle, you can even feel inside, use toys, or show a boy how to make love without hurting you. That’s why it’s important, because boys learn that they have to break it, so you have to be taught to respect it.”

“What about girls?”

“Some girls don’t even know about it. They don’t look, or break it with their fingers, or find something to stick in it. I’magine most let their boyfriends break it, because they don’t know any better.” She smoothed my hair down over my head. “Now, it’s late,” she got up, “So get under the covers. You want a story tonite?”

“No,” I know all the stories all ready. And I can read the books myself, but she left the magazine. The new one I never seen before, but then Martha came in from the bath, and turned off the light.

“Uh!” I was careful, but it still almost hurt, so I tried pinching the lips like momma showed me. “Nh!”

“I’m trying to sleep?”

“Hh,” I tried not to grunt, “Sorry.” But it was so, I couldn’t help it, like laughing when I get tickled. So I put my head under my pillow, and just played around until I fell asleep. ‘mh!’ I couldn’t breathe, but it just felt nice, holding my panties, so warm it started feeling sweaty. “Hh!”

My mom said that it would be okay, however we decide to live, or whoever we fall in love with. Like my aunts. Well, my aunt, and great aunt, I guess it runs in my family, so she loved her sister, and her aunt, even if they have girlfriends, or go out to the bar to get picked up by women. But that’s private, it’s not like I go over to their homes, and watch them.

But it’s like the girls in the pictures. “h!” I wish I could turn on the light, but Martha needs her beauty sleep, and she hates waking up. But, she kept snoring the whole time I got up, quietly opened the door, and let the knob turn slow when I closed it. I wish I could stay in bed, but I could turn on the light in the bathroom, or I had a mirror like Mom’s, but the one over the sink is so high, I have to push up on the sink to see more than the top of my nose.

So, I layed down, but the tub was real cold. Except my underpants, they got so hot under the covers I got all sweaty, and they even stuck to me a little. “HhuhH!” They weren’t as sticky as a bandaid, but it kind of felt like peeling one off when I pulled them down. So, I got out, and pulled them tight between my feet. The bathmat was soft enough under my knees I can just pull the seat down, and lay the pictures open on the toilet.

“Hh!” This one had more stories, but again, it was just pretend. Not as many pictures, and you can’t see as much with them sitting on their faces, or feeling eachother between their legs. “Huh!” Like the Biker Mommas break in a new honey. “Huh!” Nobody has like 3 mommas, they don’t even look like her, or old enough to be grandmoms. “HhH!”

But all kinds of girls. She’s young, and doesn’t have any hair on her beaver, but she’s tattooed, and got, like earrings? In her belly button too, there’s a little bead with a pink stone in the middle, it’s so pretty. “Huh!”

And a fat one, but her hands look so big and soft. She’s got big boobs, they sag down like momma’s when she was nursing Eustice. “Hhuh!” And such big nipples, you could even see the pink circles around my lips. “Mh!” Mine felt so tiny, and hard, and “Mmh?” Almost hurt when I pinched them, but I can’t suck my own chest. They’re down there, but in another picture, another lady held up her big round mellon, and kissed it, standing over her.

“Huh!” She pulled her hair, no telling how hard, but the big fat one had her head in the way, so I can’t see between my legs, but ”Mh!” I know what she’s doing in, “Mlh!” If I hold my fingers together, I can lick them, then I remember. They said “I’m getting so hot, and wet!” HhHhuh! “You might have to use some spit, or maybe some lotion if you’re too dry.”

“Oh!” That’s why they lick pussy, and I guess suck on toys. To get it wet, but if I can’t kiss my nipples, there’s no way I can get my mouth all the way down there. “Uh!” But the big hairy one, she held my legs up, so I tried that, and I kinda can see better that way. Not just the fat up front with my clit inside it, but it felt really good pulling that down to see where it splits, and the bathmat is a little warmer, I had to lean over to pull my hair out, then the other side to pick up my shoulder.

So, I had to lay down, and pull my hair up, to pull my legs back up, so I didn’t pull it. Too much, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how she pulled my hair, in both hands, and pushed her hairy beaver in her nose. “Nh, yeah!” I pulled my hair, and rubbed it on my nose, and kissed it on my fingers, and licked them through it, rubbing my slick fingers. Just 2 of them, on the outside, but my lips kept slipping out of the way, and “Uh!” I almost fell down again, but it didn’t hurt, it felt really good and, “Mmmmmh!?” I held my breath.

I fell down, and the tiles felt so cold on my butt, but I didn’t care. I felt like I had a fever, or it broke. And a clitty, I think. Or the wrinkled raisin skin was a little swollen, but the skin slipped around, and my fingers felt damp, and sticky, and, “Nnnhh! HnhHN!” I rubbed so hard it really hurt, but it felt good too, and my legs shook so had my butt squeeked on the wam tile, and I just shivered on the floor until I wanted to move again.

But I was cold, so I turned off the light, and took the new magazine back to curl up in the covers. I rubbed my nipples until they warmed up, and didn’t feel so frozen. They got soft again, but swollen, like my tiny clit in my skin. “Hh!” I can’t feel it with my finger, but I really feel my finger on it, so I have to be gentle. Or “UH!”

“Reecy?” I stopped, held my breath. “Are you, playing with yourself?”

“huh!” I nodded in the dark. “Huhuhn?” She does it too!

“Well try to be quiet.” She rolled over, and put the pillow over her head, “I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sorry,” she’s a light sleeper, and gets insomnia, and in trouble for napping in class, so maybe she’d sleep better if she stayed awake, and payed attention, but my fever was going away, and it didn’t break again, so I fell asleep.

But I remember, the gangbang, all the biker dikes, with their boobs, and big nipples, and hairy beavers, and meaty cunts, and clits so big you can see them, and hot wet mouths, and big fat fingers, and “Hh?” Blink, but close my eyes, and snuggle up. “Hhhn!”

Yeah, I wish I was that girl, with the pretty belly button, and the earrings in her tight pussy. And all those lesbians with their hands on me, kissing and licking me all over, and feeling their boobs, and their fingers. “Hhhhhhh.” I tried it, gently. I was so sweaty, even without my underwear I didn’t have to lick my fingers, but I could feel it.

Gently, I don’t want to break it, but maybe lick my fingers a little. Like lips, rub them with my thumb, and kiss that so it’s wet too, and. “Nh hn!”

“Uh!” she got up, and slammed the door. Then the bathroom door, I guess she had to pee. But my fever broke before she got back. Not my hymen, I was careful even imagining the black plastic straps around her waist, and her thick fat thighs. The big pink dick, and her hands squeezing my butt. What's it feel like, having all those hard, earings, and balls, and stuff, on the big round hard pink. “Nhn? Mh? HmmmnnnnHHHH!”

Oh yes! I need of get one of those. When I’m older, and bigger, and she even has one in her tongue. Doesn’t that hurt? How does she talk? What would that feel like, on my little raisin clit? The lesbian sitting on her face had like, a line between her lips, and no jewelry, or nothing, but in the next picture her face looked so wet.

So, I turned over, and hugged the pillow. There’s so many other stories, even one with girls. 3 girls, but it’s like a gangbang again. “Tied teen tickling.” Ooh, with feathers, and ribbons, and pink ropes. I didn’t know they had pink ropes, but the tall one just held her up, by the arms so her boobs stuck out like bowls, and she had them squashed on her back. And her butt squished in her hips, and, the other girl.

You couldn’t even see her hand, behind her leg, but I didn’t even have to read the story under it to tell. She was tickling her, well you can’t call it a pussy, or a beaver until it starts getting hairy on it, but Martha came back, so I put it away, and took a shower, and got dressed. God, I was so sweaty it stank, but it washed off all right. The water wasn’t slippery enough to feel inside, and I need to do my nails. Like moms, Maybe she can show me how she gets them so smooth on the edge, so I don’t scratch myself. I bet that’d hurt.

She held my forehead, then kissed it. “Well,” she felt down my hair, “You might be a little feverish.” she went to get the thermometer, and called the school. Martha just grabbed her bags, and ran out to the bus, but she goes to the high-school. “Hh!” She came back, I was all bundled up so my fingers stayed nice and warm. I heard her heels in the hall, so I slipped the thermometer out, and stuck it under my tongue. It tasted funny.

“Mom?” she shook the Mercury out, and looked down. “Are you a lesbian?”

She sat down. “Hh!” I snuggled my hair against her hand. “I love your father, dear.” He was gone to work, “And he gave me such beautiful children, but.” She closed her eyes, and her boobs blew up. “Huh! Ever since, well I had Eustice.” He was potty training by then. “I guess sexuality can change, as you get older.”

“Like last night?”

“How do you mean?” She shook her head.

“Well, I wasn’t,” my face already felt hot, but I blushed so hard it burned my ears.

“You tried playing with yourself.” I nodded, “That’s okay, but how did it make you feel?”

“Hh!” Just like this. “Hhhuh! I think it gave me a fever.”

“Oh,” she laughed, “No, I suppose it would feel like a fever to you.” She shook her head, “Like in the stories, they say hot and wet?” Yeah, one of the boys books was Hot&Wet Lesbos, so.

“I got sweaty too.”

“Inside?”

I shrugged, “Uh?” Don’t know the words, “Inside the outside?”

“Mmhm?” She was a little red too, maybe it’s catching.

“When I think about. Huh!” I closed my eyes, but I bit my lip, and my fingers, “Nh!”

She held my face, kissed my head, and her boob felt so hot, and heavy and soft on the blanket. “Nhm!”

“What do you think?”

I couldn’t think, because my fever broke. “Uhhhhhhn!?”

“It’s okay,” she stood up. “hun!”

I couldn’t get up, or didn’t want to move, it just felt so hot, and snuggly and my head. God, I don’t even know how to say how my head felt. So full, maybe it’s blood? My heartbeat wasn’t pounding as loud.

“Oh!” Mom was in her bedroom. “Huh, Hunh!” Watching a movie, but her eyes are closed. “Yeah!” he wasn’t sleeping. I mean, she was back in bed, but her knees kept shaking under the covers. “Mhm!” But her eyes was closed, and she bit her lips.

“Hh,” she looked at me. “Looks like you got my fever too.” She smiled, and nodded, then her eyes blinked real fast, but they stayed closed.

I pulled the covers down, off her legs. “Oh!” I got on the bed, “I love you mommy.” I hadn’t called her that, since. Well, I don’t remember when I stopped, Martha called her “MoOoM!” So, I thought I out-grew it, but I haven’t nursed for, why I guess it must be over 10 years, now. Eustice weaned, so she dried up, and I wish I could remember what her milk tasted like, but I turned my head, so it pulled my hair a little, and pulled her other nipple over.

“Huh!” she had a beaver. It’s not like hair at all, it’s more like fur, but she shaves her legs, and under her arms, and she smells so strong. It doesn’t stink, she’s not that sweaty, and her nipples aren’t even salty, but.

Ooh, Her clit is, like.

“Nyh!” She pushed my fingers, up, and down. I giggle, but she makes me rub it harder, faster, then she shakes my hand. Hard, but side-to-side instead for back and forth, and her nipple slipped out of my mouth, but I bet her fever was about to break. “Auh!” she pushed myhand away, and squeezed her fingers between her legs. “Hin hihn Hhin!” She was shivering so hard, so I just rubbed her arm, and her shoulder. I could feel the muscle, in the back of her arm, it felt hard, then relaxed, twitched a little.

“Feel better?” She blinked up, so I kissed her. Then she pulled on my hips, to kiss me between my legs. I don’t know what she did. I mean I felt it, especially her tongue in my hymen, but it was hard to pay attention, or even think about anything, but not falling over, and all the feelings were too distracting. So, I didn’t really learn much, until my fever broke again.

Her fingers felt so wet, on my nipple, so I picked up her hand, and kissed them, and licked them like lips. They tasted wonderful, a lot like the thermometer did, after I warmed it up inside me. In my, huh! Maybe we can talk about it later, but I knew it was hotter then my mouth. When I get the fever, it has to be, because that’s where the fever came from. I’m not sick. It just turns out I’m a lesbian, like my mom.

“Hihhhnnn.”

She caught her breath, and wiped her mouth. Then, we talked. I cried, she told me we can’t, we shouldn’t have done that in the first place. It was a mistake, “I’m sorry.”

“No,” it’s better than okay, “I love it,” I never want to stop.

“I know,” she gulped, but looked scared, “But you better find a girl closer to your own age. You’re too young, and my little girl. So, it’s inappropriate.” But he let me keep the magazines. I mean her grown up real hairy tattooed lesbians ones, not like the teenager pretend lesbos. I like those better, but she’s right. I better find another girl, I don’t want to wait to be a woman, but I have to.

Too bad Martha isn’t gay, she doesn’t even play with herself. But she has boobs, and a little pussy fur. Not like a beaver, but we share a room, change together all the time, and I’ve seen it. She kind of reminds me of the girl from the dyke biker gangbang, only with hair on her pussy, and no tattoos, or, jewelry. She has earrings, but just wears them in her ears.

So, I never played lesbo with mom again, but we kept talking, she kept sharing her porn with me, and we masturbated together. Just like the boys circle-jerk together, I even saw Martha play with herself when I came out to her, and she showed me her toys, and what kind of porn she likes. Stories, a lot of very romantic stories, they don’t even get naked, or in their clothes until almost the end, but she gets so turned on. I can tell momma had the talk with her first, years ago, I guess when she got her period. But she’s okay with me being gay, just like we don’t tell on mom when she has a girlfriend over, and she doesn’t tell dad about the porn, and the underwear, and the toys she gets us. Martha has pills, and rubbers too.

But her toys are too big for me, and they don’t really make them in my size. I red her stories though, they’re really sexy. I mean at the end, who knew how dirty they really get, unless you read them? But she doesn’t have to hide them, like the ones with all the pictures. Just the one on the cover, their breasts heaving in their blouse, but I don’t like his arms holding hers. Too big, and hairy, and ugly with wrinkles from his muscles. I don’t want that, but sometimes, I can imagine it says she, instead of he. Just like imagining the earring girl is me, in the gangbang.

She takes me in Her arms, and I feel faint. My chest heaving in my blouse against Hers. Only it’s warm, and soft, and round, instead of strong, and flat, and hairy. And she feels so WOmanly. “Huh!” But I have to stop when they start talking about his throbbing manhood.

“Mom?” She turned in the kitchen, shaking a pan on the stove.

“Yes sweetheart?” Before anyone else gets home, since these talks are private.

“Why don’t they write romance for lesbians?” I mean girls like romance stories, and boys like pictures. So obviously, lesbians should have romance.

“Oh,” she shook her head, “They do.” Covered the pan, and turned it down.

“Good,” she got me some, because mine weren’t very good yet. Martha’s straight one give me an idea, though. The heiress liked to play with cucumbers, until she met the love of her life. Always ready for Him, but she busted her own cherry. Mom’s right, even the stories, and porn, and movies have that myth. That you have to break it, to be a woman.

Fuck that, I giggled. I love my hymen, so I’m keeping it. We didn’t have any cucumbers, and they’re too big anyway, but we had carrots. And a peeler, and they taste great with a little olive oil. What I really like is the end is small enough that it doesn’t break, if I go slow. But the hotter I get, the more can go in, and I really like the cold ring, as it gets bigger, and deeper in me, before it warms up, and I have to push more in. I like that, it sooths my tight stretched hymen, so I can stretch it even tighter, until it won’t go any deeper.

Then, it tastes really good! I call it my “Carrot salad.” So mom knows what I’m talking about, when I ask for a “Snack,” but dad, or one of the boys is around. Martha knows what I mean, but she’s got big-girl toys, of course. But mom just peels a carrot, carefully, and drizzles on some olive oil. So, I can go “Eat” it in my room. I really do, but I have to “Cook” it first.

Martha {fG Pseu Saph}

Clare, “So,” my sister, “What is it with you and Tori?”

Shrug, “She’s cool.”

“She’s a bully.” I just nod, she bullies the boys, too. Older boys, bigger than her.

“I know,” shrug, “That’s what’s so cool about her.”

“Do you guys,” she looks down, “Have sex?”

“Not exactly,” I shake my head, “It’s, actually. Huh!” More like rape. “Well, like I’m straight. Right?”

“You tell me,” she shrugs.

“Huh! Well, I liketo think that, but we’re both tops too. Huh! Okay, so I like Bondage, and she’s a sadist, but she hates being tied up, and I don’t like pain. So, we can’t have sex.”

“Then what,” she shook her head, “Were you doing?”

“Just playing.”

“That didn’t look like just playing.”

“Well, play fighting.”

“It looked like sex, and sounds like that too.”

“Well, erotic play fighting. Then. Huh! She’s actually much better at bondage then me, so she’s teaching me a lot. So, wrestling.”

“It looks real sexy.”

“Yeah,” Huh! “It really is, too bad we’re all wrong for eachother.”

“Can I play it with you?”

“Of course, not. We’re sisters!?”

“But you just said it’s not sex.”

“Not exactly.”

“Right, so can you show me?”

“Huh!” roll my eyes. “Do you know what rape is?”

“Yes,” she looked at me, “Of course.” Not even duh, she’s my little sister, but yeah. She’s my sister.

“Okay, well normally a man rapes women, or girls;”

“Women can rape women.” She just nodded.

“Who’s teaching who, here?” And “What’ve you been watching?”

“OrangeIsTheNewBlack.” Cable-dyke, as yet unrequited.

“Why don’t you ask Tori, she’d;”

“Oh no,” she shook her head, “I’m not letting her near me. You won’t hurt me.”

Of course not, but “You’re my sister!”

“So,” she leaned forward, knees bent, arms akimbo, and fingers curled apart, classic wrestler stance on the bed, “What’d she show you?”

“Well, first get a knife. Not literally, right now but like I said you’ll probably need it against a guy, who’ll be not only bigger, but also stronger’n you. So, you have to be fast, but he wants to wrestle. You want to evade, and counterstrike if you can. You have to be really very fucking good to grapple with, and beat someone a lot larger, and stronger than you,

;”

{#LookAtMyKnifeNotMyTits}

Sarah {fG Pseu}

"What you reading?" She always hid it, like it's something, maybe she shouldn't be. Or at least not bringing it to school.

"Romance," she shrugged.

"Oh," she had a notebook out too. Really neat hand writing. [And then she kissed me. Then I knew that nothing that felt so right could really be wrong. I was just scared, until she took my fear away...]

"Hn!" I blinked, "You're writing one too?"

I sat down, she nodded. "Well, huh! They don't have, exactly the story I want to read, so I'm practicing. I guess," shrugged, "I'll write it some day."

"She kisses him?"

"Who?"

I show her the line, write at the top.

"Oh, there's no guy in this one," she showed me the hand drawn cover, "It's not that kinda romance," she grinned.

I covered my mouth. "hhH!"

"Sorry," she closed it up in her notebook. "I didn't mean to, well I'm sorry."

"Why?" I shook my head, "Are you?" She shrugged, and nodded. "I like your hair." It's long, but shaved on one side, like Miley Cyrus, or SkrillX.

"Thanks," she sighed, "I really didn't mean to, expose you to anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"Oh," I shook my head, "No, it's okay. I don't hate gays, I guess I just never met one, yet. You're cool either way, I really don't mind."

"Well good," she stuck them in her backpack. "I'm Claire." Saw how she spelled it on her notebook, Clarise M. Galen.

"Sarah," I shook her hand. "You go to school here?"

"Yeah?" she looked around, "Why?"

"How old are you?"

She giggles, "Well I guess I'm no lady, but I'm 12. Again, why?"

"You just look young, is all." They said, stuff about her. I guess they were right about something, but they say stuff about everyone. It's middleschool, she's one of the littlest, and she's well you know. She's, not very girly, at all. She's a lot like a boy, and with that haircut. Well, she gets made fun of a lot.

"It'd be more polite, if you told me your age."

"Oh yeah, I'm 14, sorry." I'll be a freshman next year if I pass. Not that I really care, or whatever `Apply Myself' means, I'm a student, not mascara.

"You wear makeup," she sniffed, "Perfume?"

"Yeah?" I nodded, "I'ma girl?"

"Huh! Well yeah, but there's all kinds of girls."

"You're, like a Tomboy?"

"Well, that's what they call it when we're kids. Mom calls it Butch."

"Like a dog? Sorry, we had a dog named Butch, but he got old, and died."

"More like a man. Or a Tomboy, I guess. The point is that different kinds of girls like different kinds of girls. Some are Butch, and like Lipsticks. Some are lipstick, but like Butches. Butches can even like Butch, or like. My aunt Marnie is girly, and so's her girlfriend, but her Aunt Sharon is Lipstick, but her girlfriend is Butch."

"So, it runs in your family."

"I don't know how far back, but yeah. Like 3-4 generations. They used to hide it, even more back then, but my great-grandmother. She had a housemate, and a husband, but there's a family rumor that she really loved her housemate, an got married for appearence."

"But she's your Grandma? Or your grandma's grandma."

"Yeah, Huh! it's possible she's bisexual too, but it's not like," she chopped her hand, "Gay," / then the other, "Or bi, or," leapfrogged them, "/Straight. Huh! Just because your gay doesn't mean you can't have a husband, or have kids, or even have sex with a man. It just means you'd rather make love to a lady, or. Well, we can fall in love, can't really help who you fall in love with, but huh! I guess there's a lot in between. Lots of lesbians got married and had kids, back when people didn't talk about it. Some still do. Or, they become more bisexual, like my mom."

"Your mom's bisexual?"

She nodded, "But she was straight, until a couple years ago. Who knows, she might be full-on gay in a few more years."

"Oh," a lot to think about, but the bell rang.

And, I liked her. I mean, uh! I was beginning to wonder, why all my friends are all about the boys, or who's the cutest, or you think Justin Bieber is really gay, like the boys say? And he's pretty, but not like. "Hn!" He's not pretty like Clare. I mean, he tries to act all hard like a gangster, so I guess that's what Butch means, but. I don't really know what she means by Butch, so I guess like her. Since she's butch, or whatever. Like her hair, it actually looks good on her, I don't know why, but on the side, where it's shaved, I wonder what that feels like. Not like shaving my head, but.

I want to touch her head. I don't know whether it's smooth, it looks smooth, or maybe a little stubbly like my daddy's chin. And, would it be okay if it was? I mean, stubble is like, a guy thing, and it itches, but I never saw her scratch it. Since she cut her hair like that, and I don't know why, but it's not like I daydream about girls all day. Or, I never did before, but "Hh!" She's not like other girls, it's weird, Butch I guess, but I kinda like it.

So, it was all confusing, but I guess when you answer one question it really does open up a bunch more. But I'm sure she's really butch, and I know I really like it. I hope I see her later, after school, before she goes home. I really want to see her again, and at least feel it. Just the side of her head, I don't know why, but I want to smell her hair too. I bet it smells great, I'm not sure if there's a smell for Butch, but if there is, I bet she has it. She doesn't wear perfume, or I didn't smell any.

"You wear makeup." She didn't ask it like a question, obviously I had some eye shadow on, and lip-gloss, but the way she. I don't think, she really likes it, but.

"Huh!" I don't know, I just want to see her again.

Clare {Gf NS}

She took my bus. And my hand, we just held it between our legs where nobody would see, but I squeezed it. I mean, she said "I like you," but it was like, well she called me "Cool" too, but. I didn't know if she ment it. Like that.

"So," she sighed, "What kind of name is Galen?" Not much we can talk about on the bus, though. I wish we could get off, or get there all ready, so we can really talk, and I can ask her how she feels about me, an,

"Hh, it was Galenetti," I shrug, "But they changed it when they came to Boston."

"So you're Italian."

"Uh, well my mom's side is Quaker, but yeah. My dad's family is from Rome. Uh, we're named after the first real Doctor. Back in the Roman days, well they didn't really have medicine, as such. Galen was one of the first to do real medicine, instead of witch doctor, faith healing, stuff."

"Quaker like the oats?"

"Yeah," nod, "Um, only mom's not Quaker any more." she kind of lost her faith, "Huh! They have, these myths about sex. Not just," look around, "Well, you know, any kind of sex. Why, the way they talk about it, I don't believe they really have sex, as such. It's a shame really, but they think there's something wrong with enjoying it, or something."

"What's it like"

Shrug. "Sex? Idunno, I'm still a virgin, but it's supposed to feel good, right? Well, the Society of Friends don't believe that. They don't really talk about it, but when they do, it's always bad, something to be ashamed of, even between husband and wife. They don't really make love as much as babies."

"Is that why you all have, old fashioned names?"

"Like Martha? Yeah, that's a Quaker name if I ever heard one, but my mom's family is all English, like Puritans." Except all the lesbians, I guess. Oh, and my gay uncle, too. It's kind of a big family. Not like Catholics, even worse. It's like a chore, they have to make more Quakers, but you better not enjoy it, that would be worldly.

Then, we got to my stop, and. "Um," she bit her lip, but kept looking at my hair. Or the side of my head, opposite the ponytail. "You think, I could." Now she was staring, but she held up her hand. Right by my ear, it shook a little.

"Come on," I took her hand, and dragged her away before somebody saw us. "You want to touch my head?" Maybe she was a little weird too? She nodded, so I held up her hand.

"Nhimhin?" I blinked. When did I close my eyes, but. "Hn!" She petted it? Like a cat, but I just felt my head turn, to nuzzle her hand, and then I felt her lips. She closed her eyes, but just puckered up, and held it there. I always thought my first kiss would feel, I don't know, the stories led me to believe there would be some swelling orchestral strings, and my heart would. I don't know, but the same stories all said my hymen would be like a door, or you know, skin stretched all the way across it, instead of the soft, sensitive, "Hihn!"

I licked my lips, and bit one, nodded. I took her hands, and just looked. She's heavyset. Not fat, big boned too I guess, but. I held her hands on her hips, and kind of half hugged her. Couldn't put my arms around her, but she felt so soft, especially on my boney chest, and I don't know how long we kissed before I took her home, but, just holding her hands on her hips. She has such nice big soft hips, so I let go to rub her sides, and the small of her back, and hug her for real.

"Snh!" I put my head on her soft shoulder, and she rubbed the side.

"Um," I looked up, "Why are you crying?" I wiped my wet eye.

"Huh!" I shrugged, "I don't know. Snh! You just, I feel so happy, uh! God, I don't know why this makes me cry, but I'm not hurt." I put my head back down. Her neck, is so soft, and her hair. "Snhhhh!" I felt up the side of her neck with my nose, and kissed right under her ear. "Mh!" Maybe kissed her earlobe, and played with her earring with my lips.

"You think you could grow it out?" Her fingers swept back the hair behind my ear, "A little?"

I looked up, felt it. "Why?" It's literally cool, summer is coming, and all this hair. Well, I didn't want to cut it all off, but.

"Nihimhin!"

"What?"

"It blushes!" my ear burned too. "Hihn!" She kissed it, "I was just wondering what it would feel like. Mp! Maybe with, a little stubble?"

I don't know, but the way she kissed it? I don't know what melting feels like, but, I sure was getting sweaty in my britches. "Come on," she followed me, so I dropped her hand before we got back on the street. "Huh! Before the boys get home." I still had so many questions, but mark that one off. When she said she liked me, she ment it.

"Who's this?" Mom untied her apron.

I looked around, dad didn't turn back from the TV. "My new," girl-"friend." She smiled, and nodded. I really wanted to hold her hand, but my brothers were running around. "Sarah."

"Well," ;) "Nice to meet you, Sarah. You girls got homework?" We both nodded, "Well, why don't you study in your room until dinner's ready?"

"Okay!" we looked at eachother, and giggled. Because she said "Sure!" at the same time, and sounded just as excited. "I'll tell Martha not to interrupt you."

Sarah {Gf Roma Kiss NS Ff Porn but Possible triggers: Grooming.}

"Do you play with yourself?" I looked at the door, then giggled, and shook my head. "Don't worry," she turned up the music. {Adelle - "Hello;" (25)}

"Hello from the other SIIIIIIiide!"

"Huh!" I licked my lip.

She bit hers, but, god her eyes! "You like Adele?"

She nodded, I kissed her chin. "Even if she's," I thought, well, it surprised me a little how flat it was, with the little dimple, I thought. Well, I didn't think it was all fleshy, like... "You know, fat? Too."

"No," she shook her head, "You're not fat, either." and felt my tummy, "That's another one of those, Easterbunny things," I shook my head. "Uh! Like, the hymen, or being gay."

"What's that?"

"Hm?"

"Himan, thing?" I think I heard of it, but in Health class, not Mythology. I guess it sounds like a Greek name, or whatever.

"You haven't talked to your mom yet?" I shook my head. "About, sex? When did you get your period?"

"Well," I'm 14, now, so I guess, "3-4 years ago?"

"Huh! Look," she got out a magazine, "This is what we're supposed to look like." Looked good to me, so I shrugged.

"Models?" I nodded.

"Yeahbut, it's an unrealistic model to begin with. Most girls don't have that shape, you." She kind of wobbled her hands, "You have Your figure. That's what it is, your's, nobody else's, and don't let Anyone tell you, what you're supposed to look like."

"Well," I squirmed a little, "I don't like it." She turned my head back.

"Me neither," she kissed my belly? "I love it," and felt my tummy some more. "I love big curvy women, I always did."

"Well," she's skinny, "I like your," Hips, boney little hips, "You're so pretty!" I looked down, my face burning again.

"You're so beautiful," she kissed me, and it took my breath away. It wasn't just the kiss, which was pretty amazing, but what she just said. I thought my heart would pound out of my chest, or burst my eardrums. I still felt her lips after she pulled away, sighed, and opened my eyes.

"Hh!" Okay, breathe, some time before you faint.

"What happened to your makeup?" She almost squeezed my cheek. Not really, but almost, and it felt wonderful too.

"Mmmh." Blink, "Hm? Oh, gym class," I shrugged, "Just didn't put it back on." I felt for my purse strap.

"No," she held my hand, "Good." Patted it, "I couldn't really see how beautiful you are, until you washed it off."

"Oh!" God!

"You don't need makeup any more'n I need a bra yet." I felt her jaw, and rubbed the little dimple in her chin.

"I love your chin," like a skinny Adele's. "I like your face, all of it. I really do, but I really love your chin."

"Really?" I kissed it again.

"Yeah," rubbed it with my thumb, "It's the best part." She sighed, but I was so relieved. I really said it, out loud because I wanted her to feel as beautiful as she made me feel, when she told me that.

"You have the best eyes."

"Really?" But they're, so, brown!

"Yeah," she didn't kiss them, just bit her lip, "I just want to stare at them, forever."

"Oh!" I kissed her, but kept them open this time. Or I wanted to, but she made me feel so pretty, and she's so much prettier it makes me want, I don't know what I want. Her, just her. "I don't like girls." I decided, looked down, "Like this. You, I." Bit my lip. "Huh! I never, dreamed of a girl like you, you're so, perfect?" Shake my head, "No, it' gotta be like the opposite of that, Uh!" Damn it! "Better then perfect, perfect's, like, normal." Why do I suck at talking so much!? I ruined it, I know it, we had such a beautiful wonderful moment, and I just had to go and open my big mouth.

"I know what you mean." But not when we're kissing, I guess that's a good way to shut me up.

"Huh!" Mrs. Galen gave me a ride home.

"First girlfriend?" I looked over, "It's all right, Rissa's a late bloomer, but she'll warm-up to you."

"Huh!" well, My mom's not gonna talk to me about this. "We just kissed, and held hands;" and stared at her eyes, "Hn!"

"Oh, you've got carte blanche from me, but try to stay closeted around her father, he's." She felt her head, "Got issues." Like checking for a fever, but she just shook it, then held the wheel again. "Do you play with yourself?"

"Not yet," she's probably right, I just didn't have someone to think about, so when I get home. I fully plan to get naked, and see if I can find a mirror. I think the one on my lipstick is big enough, but I want one as big as my bed.

"It's not healthy."

"Masturbation?"

"No!" she laughed, "Sexualrepression." Like all one word. "Especially for sexualities outside the norm, it makes you hate yourself, and it can fuckup your whole life."

"You sure don't sound like a Quaker."

"I'm not," she turned, shook her head, seriously, then looked back at the street. "They tried to make me one, but I didn't really fit in with their, prudishbullshit." I understand. Or really just don't understand that religious bullshit, as she called it.

"I'm Apatheistic," that's what my folks call it. "That's like, radical agnostic? My mom explains it way better, but basically we don't care about religion, or politics."

"What about sexual politics?"

"Where are we going?" On the hiway?

"Oh, I'm just driving around so we can talk." Yup, it's the loop. "Would you like to make a stop?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Well," she changed lanes, "If you're going to start becoming sexual," she looked over, "It often helps to have some, inspirational material." She pulled over, but didn't even take it out of drive. "Now, do you have access to any erotica?"

"Like porn?" I shook my head, "Not at home." I looked away.

"Huh!" she rolled her eyes, "I guess you have a little unlearning to do, but there's nothing wrong with erotica. Your parents told you that?"

"They don't allow it, at my house."

"What're they, shakers?"

"No, we're apatheistic, but there's children, around." I looked around. "They don't believe in child sexuality."

"You do?"

"I don't know. I didn't have any, but now I'm almost 15, and." I half shrugged, "Let's go to the porn store." Sounded like a good idea.

"Well, could you wait here?" She popped my seatbelt. "I can't leave you in the parking lot while I run in. Technically you can't be on the property, but."

"Can you do pictures, and story?" I held the door, "Like half, and half, err on the side of Story, but Romantic. If they got butch/femme, that would be great." I slammed the door, and got out my cigarettes, when she was around the corner.

"Hn..." Yeah, so I've got a girlfriend! I asked her, how to, well, I barely know how to ask.

"Just figure it out," she shrugged, "But you have to feel sexy, or it won't work."

Maybe that was the problem. She makes me feel beautiful, I don't know if that's the same as feeling sexy, but I just have to think about. The first time she touched my belly. "No," blow out the drag, "Tummy." Hnnnnn! I was scared, and it made me feel, well then it didn't feel like that. Like this, when she kept rubbing it, and it's a little cold out here, but my hair feels hot on my neck, and "Huuuuuuuuuh!"

Okay, that's what sexy feels like!

HONK! I jumped, and didn't look, but I guess I would have seen headlights if there were any others, so I jogged around the trunk.

"Huh huhh huhh!"

"You need smokes, a lighter?"

"Um," I shook my head, "Can you turn the heat off?"

"Sorry," It's a little embarrassing, "Buckle up." With her right there.

"Oh," I grabbed the belt.

"Under your seat." She pulled out, still no traffic till we got back on the loop. "Here," she pulled the glovebox, it had a light in it. "I just got you some photo, and story titles." Like 3 of each, all in the same plastic. "You have some place to hide it?"

"I don't," didn't think about it. Probably should. "Uh." Blink, my whole head is burning, probably why my hair smells smokey, "Can I roll the window down?"

"Sure," fresh air! I put it back in the bag, then put that in my folder carrier, then zipped that in my bag. "She tell you about the hymen?"

"Yeah," I think so.

"Well," she shook her head, "It's important, so;" she went over it all again...

Cybil {FF Pedo, NS}

"Hello?" I didn't recognise the woman dropping off my Sarah.

"Mrs, Squire is it?"

"Yes," she shook my hand.

"I'm Clarissa's mom."

"I haven't met her either."

"She goes to our school, and the girls really hit it off. Right, Sarah?" She smoothed the hair over her shoulder.

"Uh huh! She's really cool!"

"Huh!"

"So," she took me asside, "Since they're probably going to be spending some time together, is there somewhere we can talk?"

"Dinner's in the oven," I called over her shoulder. "It's almost time for bed."

"Yes, mom." I didn't like her tone.

"They're done with their homework. She mentioned you're Apotheistic, but I didn't understand the concept very well."

"Well, we're Atheists here," well good, "But we also believe that the religions themselves aren't so much to blame for all the conflict through history," I grabbed her a pamphlet from the drawer, but she closed the pocket doors to the study. "As the argument itself."

"Institute for Secular Humanity." She read from the back.

"You can keep that," I nodded, "The important political concept is the Separation of Church, and State. Right there in the First Amendment," Highlighted, also on the back. "As long as it doesn't affect the law, then they can debate Jesus vs Mohammed all they want."

"What about Islamic terrorists?"

"What about Christian ones? Not just in the crusades, nor even the manifest destiny genocide days, but right now, today. They bomb medical clinics, and assassinate doctors with the battlecry "Life is Precious!" or burn down Mosques, burn crosses, or protest funerals. It's not Islamic Terrorism, it's human terrorism, whether it's a cross, a crescent, or a tumor that makes them want to kill a lot of people for attention. My point is it doesn't really matter who's "Right" in that debate, as long as we don't establish a State Religion, there's no reason to go over there, and "Stabilize" with carpet-bombing because they got more o'ol."

"Is that a Texan accent?"

"Yes, Austin." Home of Dell Computers, and the Schlotzsky's "original" copy of the muffaletta sandwich. She looked at the address, on the back.

"Well, that's a relief," she smiled, "Sarah made it sound a lot more prudish when she explained it."

"How so?"

"You don't allow masturbation?"

She sat down. I paced, "I'm not against it, in private, but I don't want my children exposed to anything,"

"Worldly?"

"We're not Amish!"

"Raised Quaker." She winked, "Sarah said not to let you sell me any Amway, but go on."

"Huh! I'm not a prude, I just don't." Take a breath, "Do that myself." I sat down.

"So, it's more of a personal issue."

Yeah, "All right." Deep breath, "My father, Hn. Well? Have you ever heard of Covert Incest?"

"Not really, isn't Incest one of those things people already don't talk about?"

"Yes, but covert refers to the fact that it's not," Explicit? "Physical abuse. It's emotional, and a bit intellectual, but the abusers try to be subtle about it."

"How so?" She looked interested, but why is she smiling?

"Well, they. Huh! For example, they try to make you comfortable, first. So it seems normal."

"I know what grooming is," she nodded, "I am a retired social worker."

"At your age?" She doesn't look much older than thirty.

"Thank you, dear. But I retired to be a full time mom. My husband makes enough, so we live reasonably comfortably, but;" She looked around, "You have a lovely home."

"What does he do?"

"Regional executive for Sams/Walmart," she looked up from her nails, "Is that a bar?" That's a whole `nother subject I'm just not getting into.

"Would you like a drink?" I got up. I would have to get some ice.

"If you have any Bourbon."

"Jack Daniels."

"I think I see a Jim Beam label in the back." I pulled it out. "Neat is fine, but better make it a single, I still have to drive back."

I mixed a spritzer for myself, and sipped it warm. "Cheers."

"Thanks," she licked her lips, "In the interest of trust, I huh! I have to ask you if homophobia is an issue."

"Not in my family," I pursed my lip, and shook my head emphatically, then took another sip. "Why, would it be?"

"Well," she sighed, "My husband an I have a semi-open relationship. We're discreet, mind you, but we agreed not to be jealous if for instance he wanted to be with another man."

"So, Clarissa's father is gay."

"We don't, tend to think in terms of gay, and straight. We're open, and honest with eachother, and stay safe, but jealousy is not an issue, because we don't allow it."

"So you're swingers."

"It's not, a game like them, though. They hold munches, or go to singles bars. We don't go out looking for affairs, we just live our lives, but when my heart is drawn to someone," she shrugged, "I follow it. I just thought you might like to know, she might be exposed to, that sort of thing at home. I mean, over at our house."

"So you have been with other men as well?"

"No. He's, all the man I need. It's just that there are things, no man can give me."

"You're not hitting on me."

"No," definite headshake. "Like I said, your daughter, could be there when my mistress comes over, but if you'd prefer we can keep the affection down until we go out."

"No," I paced to the doors, "That's quite all right. I just don't want any of my children exposed, too young." My eldest daughter is old enough to start understanding these things. "How old is your daughter?"

"10, but she's mature for her age."

"Yes, but that's still very young."

"Huh!" she rolled her eyes, "In my experience, May/June romances are fairly common, because lesbians are rare." I tried not to wince, I'm just not used to thinking of my daughter, as a lesbian. "So, the likelyhood of them both being the same age is exceedingly low. They're lucky to have found eachother at all, what with having to hide it."

"Well, she's in, what 6th grade?" Their school doesn't go any lower.

"Yes," I walked her to the door, "She skipped kindergarten, and she's getting straight As in some of her advanced classes."

"Well good," maybe she'll help Sarah with her homework. Even if she's 3 grades behind, and. I'll have to meet this, "Sarah!"

"Yes, mom?"

"Why don't you see if your new friend can come over here tomorrow afternoon."

"Really!?"

I nodded, "I'll pick you up."

Clare {fG Cons}

So, she was a fast learner. Yeah, I went over to her house, and we did homework. Turns out, they're not prudes, her mother explained to me that "We just want to keep these things private, for the Children." She talks like that, stresses words, or put her fingers up to do the quote marks.

Not my house, I wasn't raised like that, but Sarah explained Secular Humanism, so it's like that. Believe what you want to, "The only "Sin" is telling people what to believe." That's usually about when it turns into a fight. Makes sense!

So, they're like philosophical activists, I guess. Not like they have a church, they just write, and distribute knowledge, that's what it's all about. More like a Charity, only they give learning, instead of money. They say all of the "Evil" in the world comes from Ignorance.

So, we went out, it's her neighborhood so she knows all the places. Hid the porn really well, we took it, but, didn't really need it with her right there, in front of me. "The kids don't know about this place, so they won't look for us here." It's a secret, so it doesn't really matter where we went. They just draw a sharp line between childhood, and I guess teen sexuality. I just skipped ahead a couple years.

"Just show me what you figured out."

"Well," she sat back, and spread her legs, but just kept it covered. I rubbed my scalp, but I could barely see her fur. It itched, but didn't really feel rough, and stubbly yet. "I just rubbed it, like this."

"Okay," it was just a relief to be there with her. It was almost heartbreaking, it actually hurt, when she left last night, and I knew I wouldn't see her again until morning. Then at school it was like, well doing homework with her sister right there. So, we couldn't even hold hands, or cuddle on the bed. So, we knocked out homework pretty quick!

"Can I see," I moved my hands too, "You?"

Oh!

"Hih!" My heart went straight to beating as fast as it can.

"Nhimhin!?" She didn't cover her mouth, "You got real red!" Yeah, it was a hot day, and, "Well, you're beautiful!" Like, well, I guess the word is pussy, not furry enough for a beaver, but sure enough, a nice fat wedge of flesh under them, to keep her clit in, and lots of stuff to, "Hm!" I spread myself with my fingers. She looked up, and grinned, so I grinned back, and looked down.

A lot more skin, so if it's anything like mine, I bet there's a big pea to fill it out.

"Try this," I licked my finger, and wish I had pubes already, but I massaged down to warm it up so it can start swelling, so she can see it.

"Hah!" She let her head fall back. "Nh!" but her lip, "Mhm?"

"Huhuhuh!" Yup! I didn't want to touch it, so I checked my hymen for dampness. A little, but I licked my fingers again. "Snhhhh!" I could smell her, too. "Uh!" I looked, down, "Do you think, it would be, alright, if I;" Nope, still no idea what I wanted to do, so bad, I thought I'd die if I didn't, but.

"Please," she scooted out from the wall, and layed down." Anything, huh!" moved her hands, "Do whatever you want."

I licked my lips, by my hands were shaking, so I licked my fingers again. Wiped off the dirt, and licked them again, but really I just wanted to get closer. Smell her more, "SnhhHH!" Yeah, god I was drooling! "I," yeah, "I want to see it."

"What?" She scooched, "Mh!" And held still, so I touched her lips again, and spread them, but I forget how mom did it. With her fingers, spread it enough that I could see it in the mirror, but.

"Oh," there's her clit! "Uh," huhuhuhuh! "You might be, a little sensitive," so I gently brushed the skin first, and looked up. "Does that feel okay?"

"Huh!" She looked up, or down, well she raised her head and looked at me. "Can you just do, whatever it is you're gonna do, like right now, before I die?" So, I tried to gently pinch it, then stopped when she grunted. "No, I mean," she took a breath, "Do that again?" Her belly fell "Huh!I I got it that time, "Hh!" Pulled it slowly, I didn't see anything slip in there, but she jerked when it slipped out, and snapped back. "Hh! Huh? Huh huh!"

"Are you all right?"

"Just keep. Uh! Just uh, yeah!" She stopped, and held her breath. I rubbed her pubes, and Oh, god pubes. I smelled my fingers, and rubbed it again. "Uh! Uahuh?" She grunted, I like it, it's cute. She's a grunter! "Nh! Mh Nyih!"

"Oh god," I just moved my fingers, and rubbed my nose back and forth on her pubes.

"Yeahs, Ah!" She felt my hair. "NnnnnhhhHH!" She didn't, at least I don't think she did, but she bucked her big heavy hips so hard I had to move my nose, so I kissed it, and pinched the skin with my lips, and sucked it in. "Nyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah! Uh, huhH? Faster, AH!"

It kept slipping out, but that really made her hump. So, I just sucked it in, and let it slip out as fast as I could, then that wasn't fast enough, so I licked it, and batted it as quick as I could flick my tongue. "Hah!" She panted, but I stuck my chin up, my tongue down, and brushed it with my nose.

"OH!" Short, but she was pulling my head, and even some hairs a little, but I loved it. Not just the taste, but I could feel it.

Her hymen, twitching around the very tip of my tongue. I swear, I had an orgasm. Not inside, or down there, but my head filled with, that, sex feeling. It was so overwhelming, and it felt like my scalp would snap right off my skull like a popped water-balloon.

"Ahhhhhh!" Her leg flopped over, but I could barely breathe. I just crammed fingers in until my ladyspace caught up with my head, then lay down, until I could breathe again. "Huuuuh!" She shivered, "I thought I got off before." Last night, "but." she hugged herself. "Huh uhuhuhuhuhuhuhn! Fuck, nothing ever felt like that!"

I licked my lips, "Yeah," crawled up next to her, "But you taste so good!" Kissed her, then let her smell my fingers, kiss, and lick, and maybe suck them a little. Then, she grabbed me, sat up, and held me down by the hips. She ate me out like she was starving to death, so I just felt for a while. But it felt wonderful.

"We better get back," she stood up, pulled up her pants, and looked out. "It's starting to get dark."

Yeah, and her mom said "Before dark."

"Huh!" I was already starting to miss her. Walking back, right out where we couldn't hold hands, and I couldn't kiss her goodnight. Because I didn't want to leave, but it's a school-night.

I didn't wash my hands, just fell asleep with them on my lips. Kissed them, and smelled her sweet scent all night.

And I hadn't even seen her naked yet.

Sarah {f Solo, g-F Fant.}

That was incredible! I didn't even try to touch myself like that, It's impossible, like tickling yourself. I think I found religion, no god, no church, just her. I want to move in, right now, and "Hihhhihin!" I got it.

"What's so funny?"

"Goodnight Gracey." She's too young, but Mrs. Galen told me a joke.

What does a lesbian take on a second date? A U-haul! I didn't get it right away, but. Now I see what she means. It almost hurt to be here, in my bed, alone. She crawled right into my heart, curled up, and made herself at home. So now that she was gone. "Huh!" I thought it'd implode, and my chest would cave in with it.

So, I went to sleep. Make the night go bye that much faster...

Uncle Dan {Tf NS}

Not really a family reunion, but we have a big family, and it just gets bigger every time I go back.

The new girl, looks like a Lesbian. Or an undiagnosed transboy, or possibly both. There's a lot of overlap. But she held hands with Sarah, and held her in her lap, and I had to look away.

"Hey uncle Dan!" Sarah waved me over, "I want you to meet my girlfriend, Sarah. Sarah, this is uncle Dan."

"Nice to meet you." Very polite. "Um," I looked around, pulled at my whiskers, "You think we could go talk?"

"About what?"

"You related to the Squires?"

"Uhuh?"

"You look just like a friend of mine. Any possibility you're related to Cybil Squire?"

"Well, she's my mom."

"You can have a seat, if you like." Huh! Right about head, height, actually.

"What's this about?" she shrugged, didn't sit down.

"Well, I know her from our support group. It's anonymous, so I can't say what it's for, but;"

"You mean the CISG?" Spelled it out.

"Yes," I nodded, "You know what that's for?"

"I don't, really understand it. But she told me it's like sexual harassment, only in the family?"

"Yes," I put my hands together.

"Oh," she shrugged.

"Well," I patted my fingertips, "Huh!" This is difficult, but, "Well, we come from a long line of preferential pedophiles," but at some point you have to say it. "That's like a child molestor, but a specific type."

"Mmhm?"

"My mother." hhhhhhhHhH! Shake my head, "Well, she. We're still getting over what she did, but."

"She, uh sexually harassed you?"

"No, well yes, she groomed us, but sometimes abusers don't stop with Covert Incest, so." I shook my head, "She groomed us to molest us. My Sister, and me." She nodded. "Huh! I'm Clare's uncle, but I wasn't born a boy, you understand?" She nodded, thought, then shook her head. "Well, the women in our family typically only molest the girls. Starting when they enter puberty. Though, sometimes. Well, that's the tradition, but they don't always stick to it."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're not family. Yet, however, I really believe it would be remiss if I didn't tell you about some of the issues you might have to deal with, at some point."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I don't really come around very often, because of the childhood trauma. But we was raised to have daughters, molest them, and raise them to molest their daughters. So was my sister, Claire's mother. So, you might want to have a talk with her, before it becomes a bigger problem." One way to avoid having daughters is to not marry a man, I guess. I don't want kids, I really, REALLY don't want a daughter. Not that I'm tempted, at all, but some of us don't stop with being gay, I guess.

"Oh, and if you ever feel like a boy, or start thinking about being a man. I know what that's like, and puberty can be the hardest time."

"Well," she looked over. At Clare, and her mother. "Huh! I don't think I'm gonna want a sex-change, but thanks."

"No problem," I nodded, "Just a possibility because of overlap between butch lesbianism, and gender dysphoria."

"Oh, I'm gay. I mean, I'm a girl, I love being a girl, and being with a girl, so that's not a problem." Good, because it's hard enough without other issues. "Do you really think I'm butch?" She pulls out her hair, looks at it. At least she didn't shave everything but the top, and spike it back, like a. Whatever Clare is going as this year. "I thought I was femme, Clare likes me femmy, not like Lipstick femmy, but, you know what I mean?" Knuckles the Echidna?

"Yeah," I shook my head, "My mistake." So many butch-to-men are heavy like that, so I guess that threw me off, but now that I talk to her, "I guess I might have projected a little too. I'm sorry."

"S'okay!" She didn't skip off, but "Nice to meet you!" She turned back, and waved.

Clare {Gf}

"You want to see something?" I got out some toys, but I needed the long skinny wand with the bent head. It was like a ball, but a little longer, and instead of sticking straight out, it bent up at an angle. I had to get it real slick with lube, though. "Nh!" I caught my breath, and worked it back. Then, I had to feel for it, hook under, and behind, fully relaxed, but it's slippery and hard to get it all the way to the surface with my leg so high, and holding it open to see.

"You, like that?" She made a face, so I guessed.

"Anal?" grunted, "Here." She looked, and her jaw dropped.

"Huh!" she covered her mouth, "That's?" I let it go, and felt it sink back deep inside me.

"Wuuuuh!" I gulped, and winced when it popped out, and my anus slammed shut. "Huh!" Wiped the corner of my mouth, "Yeah," I panted. "Uh! That was my cervix, but the. Sphincter is not as deep, and a lot easier to penetrate."

She just stared. "It's so, pink?" I grinned, and nodded.

"Yeah!" that's what I thought. "It's also a lot tougher than my hymen, so while I have to be gentle with it, it actually feels better if I go slow, but." I sighed, "In the back, I don't have to be as careful, so I can pound away as hard as I want."

"But," she still couldn't believe it, "Isn't it dirty?"

"Well yeah, I'm going right for the shower next, but that's what the rubber's for. It's not sanitary to go from there to the front, and I don't want to get an infection!"

"Huh!" She looked away, but maybe she's just not into that. It's okay, just really no other way to show her my cervix, and I thought it was neat.

"Reese?" It's about the only variation on my name that hasn't been used. If you're so smart... {Mindless Self Indulgence.}

"Yes?" I could tell something was troubling her.

"Does your mom, molest you, or your sister?"

"What?" I shook my head, "No!" Why would she, even think something like that?

"Well, my mom. She's part of this group, and."

"I know about your whole covert incest cult, thingy, but there wrong. She never." Uh?

"It's okay," well she was hugging me, "But if it isn't, then why are you crying?"

"I," don't, "Uh?"

"That's what they mean by covert. The whole plan for the abuser is that the victims never realize."

"I'm mot a wikdim." I wiped my face on her shirt. "Uh?"

"Then where'd you learn that trick with your cervix, and the dildo?"

"My mom," I sat up, "But that's just sex-ed." She didn't get off on it, or anything.

"Right, she had to show you your cervix so bad she had to shove a dildo up your ass? Is that a special dildo just for that?"

"Actually, I believe it's for prostate massage," if I'm remembering the right package, "But so what?"

"You didn't think, that maybe you don't need to see your cervix. Bad enough to go through all that."

"Well, no. I thought it was pretty neat, which is Why I showed You!"

"It was, but that's besides the point. Huh! It's not normal, it's inappropriate for your mother to shove stuff up your ass to show you parts of yourself."

"It feels really good,"

"I bet, but. Damnit, Clarissa! Listen to me, all right? This is fucking important!"

"All right!" I put my hands up. "I'm sorry, you don't have to yell at me!"

"I don't want to, but this time I did. You want to talk about this in the shower? I'm starting to feel dirty just thinking about it."

"Well," I guess I told her everything, "I guess I got into porn first..." From the beginning.

Sarah {Ff Rape? Molested at least, serious trigger warning.}

"Yeah, she," I had to look away, "She gave me a ride home, once." Well, lots of times, they live clear across town. "This is how," I almost said guys, "Huh! People like her, well she seduced me, to."

"She can be very convincing."

"Right? Well, she talked to me on the way home, most of the time it was about us, you and me, how we're "getting on." That's how;"

"I know," right, her mom.

"Huh! So, the first time, she just stopped by the porn store. Out by the loop?" She nodded, but I guess there's 3-4 out there. "Well, she bought me the magazines I showed you," she really liked the tickling teens one, but she really likes being tickled. "Then I went home, and fripped off the first time, but I kept coming back, so she kept giving me rides home."

"Then, she got to the hymen;" I think we've established that's what it's all about for her. Uncle Dan said that wasn't part of how they were raised, but their mother deflowered all of them. Pretty roughly, it sounds like.

"Yeah, but she gave me the whole lecture the first time, on the way home from the sex shop. We call it a porn shop, but you know, they got a lot more than just books, and videos." Right. "Huh! So later, she asked about toys, so I told her about the carrots," she knew of course, I got it from her daughter, who was taught by her. "but she stopped by the shop, and came back with a. Well, she got me a vibrator."

"I haven't seen it."

"That's because I didn't even hide it, I threw it away before I even went in the house. I didn't know, or I wasn't thinking about. Huh! What had, we, she just, did to me. Huh, uhuhun!"

"I know," now, "This is hard."

"Snh! Sorry, just. Huh!"

"Take your time." She rubbed my back, but part of the problem is she's so much like her. Especially now that she's growing up, Especially her voice. They don't talk the same way, or say things the same, but it sounds.

"Could you," I scooted away, "Not touch me right now?" Curled up, "It's okay, but it's hard enough to tell you, and;"

"No, I'm sorry," she shook her head, "I didn't think of that."

"Thanks."

"Huhuhuhuh!" I rubbed my arms, and she gave me a blanket. "Thanks. Uh? She, got in the back seat with me. Told me there's more room, and, she showed me, how to use it. She wasn't rough, she talked to me the whole time, and said she forgot the lube. So, she showed me how to, get it wet, when you don't have any lube."

"With spit," She nodded, learned from her, too.

"Yeah, she put it in her mouth, then she. Huh! She put it in my mouth. And, she. Nh? She, she started, like, fucking my mouth with it. To get it "good, and wet." She showed me how to, deep throat, to gag up the good spit."

"Huh!" Huhn? "Oh, uh. I was afraid, you're going Bulemic, or something."

"Oh no. That's what all the gagging was about. For whatever reason, the spit at the back of your throat is even better for lube."

"Huh!" We're still learning.

"Yeah, so she had a mirror in her purse," Of course, that's another big thing for her. She's not just into hymens, like touching, and tasting them, but she also likes to show them to you. "Huh, then I lay out, on her lap."

"Can you show me?" Yeah, I was over that, panic attack, I guess. So I took the blanket off, "Well," I turned around, "It was in the back seat, so you have to sit up." Uhuh? "So, I layed down sideways, with my legs up, and she, felt me up. A lot, first. Then she sucked the vibe too, and made me suckle her nipples," Big thing for her. "Huh! Then, she vibed my clit, like this." Mmh? "And fingered my hymen, and had me hold the mirror so I could watch what she was doing. Again, it was supposed to be a lesson, not sex. But she showed me how, huh! How to do it, without, damaging my hymen."

"Is this okay?"

"Huh!" I nodded in her lap, "Yeah," looked up at her, pretty face, and closed my eyes. "Nh! She, huhHhHhHuh! No, don't stop." Her hands on my chest, and tummy. She pulled my head up, and kissed me.

"Yeah," I opened my eyes, and she smiled. Sideways. "It doesn't have to be like that."

I know, now. "Thanks," I bit my lip.

"You want to keep doing this," she felt down my tummy, "Or something else?" Tickled my pubes.

"Uh!" I closed my eyes, "Huh!" Nodded, and bit my lip. It's actually a great position, sideways like that, she lay back so I could scoot my head up on her tummy. Like a pillow, but she put her leg up, and rubbed my hair up, and down her thigh. I'm not cutting my hair, I can wear it up when it gets hot, but she loves it too much. Especially when she's on the bottom, and I drape it all over her body, drag it over her chest, or her back. Or her thighs, her favorite is when I'm going down on her, but I swear it's as much about my head, and hair between her thighs as my lips on hers.

Just like I love the stubble on the sides of her head, and I don't shave my legs, just trim them with the clippers. But this, huh! She can fing me either way, so I turned and lapped at her pubes, while she felt my ass, and between my legs, and licked her fingers to feel inside me. "Oh!" I put my leg up, and pinched her longest pubes between my lips to pull them. They curled out, snapped back, and I could feel her tummy spasm under my ear, and hair.

"Huh!" She likes pulling hair. I mean, not pulling my hair, having me, well when I pull her hair. That, and tickling, sometimes at the same time, or pulling her face down between my legs. Not hard, but especially the shaved sides of her head rough between my stubbly thighs, and her nose scrubbing back and forth on my pubes.

I felt around my thigh, her damp hymen, and licked my fingertips to get it wetter.

"Nh?" I squirmed a little.

"Relax," she rubbed her wet slimy thumb, up and down my crack, but I think that was two fingers in me, they kind of wiggled a little from her thumb, and shaking. I started shaking.

"Mh!" Breathe, take a breath, go ahead you need the air, "hhH!" There, "Auhhhh?" I didn't think, ever in a million years, that would feel good, at all. "HuhuhHhuh!" I couldn't stop shaking, or shuddering, and it felt so hot between my cheeks. I felt hot before, but this, was, I didn't know I had ass hairs. I mean, I guess it's a natural thing, everyone grows eventually, but 1) I never thought about it, and 2) I had no idea that there was so much pleasure associated with them rolling, and curling, back and forth between my ass cheeks, and her thumb.

Then she pulled out. Or, her fingers did, to just the tips, but slowly enough, it felt like my hymen was swelling around it, or so hot and inflamed, and sensitive, it was better that she didn't move them, around too much. "HahH? You, think you might, be ready?" She rubbed my asshole, and my cheek felt wet on her tummy.

"Yeah," I nodded a little, "Please." I would have begged if she wanted me to.

"Hold still, relax." I just breathed, or tried to, and not pass out.

"Huh!" I hunched when she pulled out. I don't think I got off. I didn't need to, I just lay there, until I could move, or open my eyes. Then she got up, bent over, and held her butt open for me to eat her out. I didn't mind, she was very clean, I didn't taste anything, and I really just wanted to make her feel as good as I did. I finged her hymen first, while i was kissing her ass, I mean deeply, french kising, licking it like a hymen. It felt like forever, but when she couldn't stay up on her knees, she curled up on her side, and hugged them.

She did get off. I could feel her, tense around my fingers, and my thumb, but I didn't think it would be so much stronger. I mean, you know what an ass is for, but you don't have to pass a whole human being through there, and it clenched so strong around my thumb, I wondered if it could break off. Just squeezing pulses, but real fast until they got slower, and weaker, and I couldn't really feel them any more, so I pulled out.

"Uh!" it tightened, so I kissed her again, and there was an unpleasent, bitter taste I didn't think about. Well, what that might be, because I honestly really didn't want to stop. Kissing her ass, I knew she liked it, but I never thought I would love it. Not as much as her pussy, or maybe as much, but different, or you can't really quantify these things, but with my thumb out, I could turn my fingers around, feel inside her pubic bone, and squeeze one out of her urethra.

"HUnh!" She pulled my hand out, and I licked my lips. She licked mmy thumb, the thick bead of cum off the tip, and tapped the nail with her teeth. Then, I had to wipe my cheeks, and I kept drooling out the corners of my mouth, but she got between my legs, and fingered me, and probed my new sensitive but tough hymen. Then she put a new rubber on the vibe, and showed me what she ment, by: "I can pound away as hard as I want, back there."

Yeah, we really needed a shower after that.

Martha {FG Mena, Mole. mf Anal}

They looked so. Well, I know now that Grooming starts by making you comfortable with inappropriate things, but they just looked so comfortable, with eachother. "Yeah, I uh. Got my period, and showed mom my bloody undies, like she told me to. It was, well she told me I was becoming a woman, and. Huh!"

"Take your time." Straight from Group, I started going, but since we're all victims of my mom, we had this after-meeting meeting, to try and figure it out.

"Yeah, thanks," deep breath, I swallowed. "Well, she showed me how to get it all out."

"With her fingers," sis nodded.

"No, with mine. Uh. Well, she showed me with herself, so I could copy her, only without her hymen." 5 kids, and I hear from Uncle Dan their mother deflowered all of them. Raped them, really, but with all the prep so they never thought that. "Well, she didn't rape me, but. She talked me into, doing everything. It was like health class, but. "We don't have any books for this sort of thing," so, she showed me with our bodies."

"She didn't touch you, then?"

"Not yet, but." I nodded, swallowed. "Huh, yeah. She touched my hymen, and showed it to me. Then, she stopped, but." I felt a little sick, "She ate me out, first."

"To get you wet."

"No," I shook my head, "I was, already," I close my eyes, and felt myself grimmice. "It was so disgusting. I told her, well she asked if I liked it, or "Does that feel good?" I lied, I mean I nodded, but really I felt like throwing up. So, I guess what I really learned from that lesson is I'm not gay."

"Then you started going out with Edgar."

"Well yeah, he had a similar, traumatic experience," is what they call them.

"I had no idea."

"He hid it," I nodded, "But his aunt Peggy, she molested him too."

"Oh."

"Yeah, same script, I think she had an affair with mom too, but before we started, going out. I guess we saw the same thing in eachother. Like the same symptoms, I wasn't really, I didn't think about it, but now, I think he acted like a victim too. She used porn, but. Gay porn, he's a bottom, but straight, so he wanted me to. Well, he really liked it. You know;" Huh!

"Anal." I nodded.

"Yeah, mom got me toys too, and he liked it, so that's why I got the strapon."

"To fuck him."

"Yeah, he loved it, and he was better at." It's just so hard to say, "The back door, then, well regular fucking, you know?"

"With the hymen, you can do it harder without worrying about the sphincter."

"You," ..? "I had no idea."

"Yeah," they both nodded, "We're, getting into it too." But, they're lesbians, and how does that? Never mind, really don't even want to know.

"Okay!" so a lot less to explain, "He liked to fuck me too, and I got to enjoy that better, after mom showed me how to use toys. He doesn't get off on it, hell he usually doesn't even stay hard, but he says that's what he really likes. Uh, when guys get off, it's pretty much over, but when I fuck him, well I can do that all day." Well, after he gets off first, with the issue that, fucking him have with staying hard, and he really likes me fucking him with his cum.

"She fucked you."

"Yeahbut, huh! It wasn't rape, I was enjoying it then, but the boys kept stealing my porn, and Eddy had all this anal porn, so we started doing that."

"I guess that explains it." I shook my head, ? "Uh, you know what mom likes, Dyke porn, and fetish, Orgazm Addictz." We'd all seen it, watched it with my sister when she was 9, "But you liked Teens?"

"No," I shook my head, "Straight, remember? That's what she got me, because I was "Almost a teenager," but like I said, it really just taught me I'm not gay. At all." Trying to distract myself, but "Uh!" I started crying. Again, only more, and harder. They both held me, but it was like my sister, and her best friend, not like lesbians. "Nhinhinhin!" They both rubbed my back until I calmed down. "Huh! I'm so sorry, I molested you."

"You two," Sarah looked back and forth.

"Yeah," she hugged her. Now, Sarah is what I would call a Broad. She's girly, as fuck, but wide, and heavy, and really rather big, for a girl. In the bones, I know "Big boned" is a nice way of saying fat, but it's true. Sarah isn't really all that fat, by realistic body standards, she's just not a petite little thing, like she acts, honestly. Took a little getting used to, though.

"Well, she had a TV," In our room, I kinda hog it, but she really likes to listen to music more. Like super sappy Celine Dion music, she hates Punk Rock, even though she dresses like it. "Huh! So she played with herself, and watched tapes," there's a VCR on the bottom, "Then we watched them together, and, huh! We just cuddled, but she touched herself, and that's when I first watched it. Before mom even touched me, but I guess that's part of the plan. I wasn't ready for Orgazm Addictz, but we watched the whole thing, so I went right to Her when I had questions about it. She started me off with magazines, though. All the videos were my dad's."

"Yeah," Sarah, "I was wondering, what's the thing with Pictures instead of video?" I guess I looked confused. "Oh, I like stories." Explained who she wrote all those romances for.

"Well," my sister feilded this one, "Thing is you don't need an outlet for magazines. Pictures, or stories, I can smuggle them in my backpack, or write in my notebook, but if I take a tape to school, we have to find a TV, and turn the sound off..." And, this was before every 5th grader had a smart-phone with internet. Or, it seems like that now. "So, anyway I guess I got into Anal watching her, and then Mom showed me, well everything really, but the big thing anally was my cervix." Oh yeah, and if you know how to get behind it, you can rub it from both sides, especially with a "Carrot Salad," that can atually poke through the cervix if it can't just stretch back even deeper.

"Uh!" I looked away, "Can we talk about something else?" I was getting uncomfortable.

"Sure." All that, well she kept saying it, the A word, over, and over. I mean, I like it, better than anything honestly, I just can't stand talking about it.

But she's right. This horrible family tradition basically runs on high-test denial. Mom didn't molest, and rape me, it was just the sex talks. Right? Well, you tell yourself that all your life, it helped me, it didn't make me,

Until your daughter starts growing up...

All I know is I never want a daughter. My only other sister is gay, and they swore never to adopt, either. Because that's how it works. But between us, we can stop it this generation. I'd rather my family dies out than to perpetuate it for another generation, and Edgar agreed too. He's kind of scared of what would happen if he had a son, even though he's not gay. Because it's not gay, it's not even sex, it's abuse.

Clare {FfG NS Prof}

"Huh!" we basically thought it through, "So she's not like a pedophile at all." Together, with what we could find on sex abuse, and kinds of abusers. Her mom had all kinds of stuff, from the CISG, RAINN, and I guess Amway too, but none of us was really interested in owning our own business, or homeschooling but she doesn't really pressure people like, well my mom.

"I don't know," she shook her head, "I think she's like, an Ephebophile? It sounds like she waits for puberty?"

"Well, with my sister, yeah. I went to her with porn, because it confused me, but I think it's obvious that's part of her grooming. Everyone in the house jacked off to pseudosaphic porn, or at least "Bisexual" MFF." Even my dad, had his videos. It wasn't all bisexual/lesbian, but even mainstream stuff seems to throw that in every movie, because 2 hot girls is better'n one.

"But your Uncle Dan said: "We come from a long line of preferential pedophiles."?"

"Huh! I was wondering what you're talking about, but he's wrong. He's not a shrink, he's a therapy patient."

"Yeah, he thought I was a Transboy too, but you're not, either."

"I know, but we're trying to understand her, and Pedophiles groom us for a relationship. It sounds like she molests us once, so I think it's more about the seduction, then the goal of molesting us."

"She raped me."

"Yeah," I nodded, "I know. Huh! But I think she cares more about the head-trip than the destination. Like Edgar, when you climax, it's over. Anythng is like a let down, uh." I flipped back in my notes, "Like a... Rapid Evolver. Yeah, they keep trying to top the first time, but nothing can top that, so they just keep escalating out of control. Only mom avoids that, because the first time is the last time, but she grooms several potential victims at once."

"Oh," I think she understood. Or, at least she nodded.

... {From here on out, it's basically therapy I won't bore you with, but the term they hadn't found yet is Repetition Compulsion. If you wanted to look it up.}