An Old Photograph, Part Three

by Taylor

I return, yes. All of this poured out very quickly, as sometimes happens. It was still a struggle of long hours and caffeine and a backache from a bad chair. I hope you appreciate and enjoy it.

I wasn't going to write any more. I had excuses. It was too painful. There was too much crap on the site, as if that should stop me. If anything, that should make me want to tell my story, to show all you unrealistic smut-mongerers up. But truly, whatever they were, they were, they were only excuses for hiding from my story...

There are many things to remember when you are looking back. Some things are easy to remember while others, well... let's just say, I'd rather forget them. But there are certain times, certain moments that I hold close to me, those I wish to remember. They keep a balance with the other moments, moments when I wished I would die. Let me remember...

I remember. I remember a hot afternoon in August. We were naked in the dark of Suzy's room. Suzy was on her back with her eyes closed. I was lying alongside of her with my hand between her legs, moving my fingers slow and easy, just like she told me. There was no reason to rush. We had all the time in the world, yes, all the time in the world...

Michelle was gone, you see. She was on vacation with her parents, and that made me sad. The funny thing was that she was sadder about leaving me than I was about her going. She cried about it. She was going to see the mountains and the ocean, places I had only seen in books and on television. All I wished was that I was with her to see those places instead of where I was sometimes.

But did I want to be anywhere else as my beautiful big sister lay trembling under my touch? No. As I lay there with her I could think of nothing else. We had begun to play on a daily basis, and though it seemed a bit obsessive on Suzy's part, I was growing to enjoy it. With Michelle gone and my afternoons free, Suzy was keeping me busy not only in the late morning but well into the afternoon. And I was learning.

"Lisa," she asked me softly, her voice shivering through the words, "what do you think about when you touch me?"

"I don't know," I said.

"I'm sure you think about something."

"I guess... how good it feels..."

She looked over at me with a soft smile.

"It feels wonderful, Lisa," she said. "Especially the big ending part. It's called an orgasm. Someday you'll have one. Unless..." She gave me a curious look. "Have you ever had one?"

I knew I'd had one. I'd had a lot of them, but none of them with her. I felt sad about that because I wanted to. I looked down and then I looked up at her. I decided to tell the truth.

"Yes," I said.

"Really?" she asked me excitedly, her breath quickening. "Are you sure? Are you sure it was an orgasm?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"How do you know?"

"They're just like when you... when you... you know..."

"They?" she asked. "You've had more than one?"

"Yes," I said, looking down. My fingers stopped moving.

"Don't stop, Lisa," Suzy said. "Please keep going. God, no wonder you like touching yourself. How many times? Three times? Four times? Five?"

"I don't know," I said. "Lots of times," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Rub me faster, Lisa..." she said. "Oh, God..."

Suzy closed her eyes, pulling me closer with her arm. I pressed my mouth to her small breast, taking her swollen nipple between my lips. I sucked on it. I listened to her breathing. I felt her heart beating hard in her chest. I felt her lifting off the bed, her thighs closing on my hand.

"Oh..." she cried out, her body stiffening. She shook and held me tight and entangled her fingers in my hair. "God, little sister, I love you."

"I love you, too," I said.

"I really want to see you have an orgasm," Suzy whispered in my ear.

"I don't know if I can," I said, rolling away from her and lying on my back. "It only happens when I'm alone." It felt bad to tell her that, but I was only being honest. She rolled on her side and looked at me and smiled sweetly.

"I understand, little girl," she said softly. "That's very hard. But I've had them with you, and that never happened before."

The way her words came out, being as bright as I was, and as curious as I was, I just had to ask.

"Have you ever been with anybody else?"

The pale green eyes that had been looking into mine with such loving openness suddenly retreated. She turned away for a second and then looked back at me.

"I'm not going to tell you about that, OK? I can't tell you about that right now. Maybe someday I will, but not now."

"OK," I said. "Please don't be upset."

"I'm not upset," Suzy said, stroking my hair away from my face. "God, little sister, you're so beautiful..." She caressed my face and then let her fingers wander down over my body. I was prepared to lie motionless, to relax under her touch as she moved toward my little pussy. I was ready to let her try.

But she stopped. She leaned over me and kissed me on the brow and then on the lips. She smiled.

"You wanna go for a walk?" she whispered.

"OK."

The idea of getting out of the house with my sister was nice. I was going to wear shorts and a t-shirt, but she pulled out a dress for me to wear instead. It didn't matter to me. I liked dresses. They were pretty. This one was just a thin yellow tank dress that my mother had bought for me over the summer.

We didn't take a crazy long walk like we had on the fourth of July. We only walked around to places I knew. We ended up at the park where we went on the swings for a while, and then Suzy pushed me, trying to see how high she could get me to go. I guess I was getting to be pretty fearless. It was exhilarating to fly up high with my hair going every which way.

Finally, we took our shoes off and sat in the grass together near some trees at the top of the hill overlooking the park. There were some bushes that blocked our view from the street and sidewalk. I noticed Suzy looking around as she eased back against one of the trees.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Come here," she said.

She took my hand. She pulled me closer and lifted me up, placing me on her lap, leaning my head back against her chest. She caressed my arms, telling me to relax. Her legs were stretched straight out. She reached down and spread mine outside of hers, so that my little feet were resting on the ground.

"It's OK," she said. "No one will see us."

Her hands began moving under my dress, touching my thighs, caressing them softly, getting very close to the crotch of my panties. Her fingers touched me through the thin layer of fabric as I looked down the hill at two boys climbing on the monkey bars. I knew they couldn't see us, but I was sure that any second someone would come around and see.

"Don't be scared, Lisa," Suzy whispered, feeling me tremble. But I was trembling with the pleasure of her touch, not so much from the fear. It was very weird. I was scared but I was excited at the same time. The tingles made my toes flex between the blades of tall grass, and dig into the ground. I squinted as the sun blinded me, falling on my face through the leaves of the tree above, and I turned my head.

"Can we go home now?" I asked.

"Yes," my sister sighed, "we can go home."

She took her hands away from my crotch and from beneath my dress. I moved away from her and we collected our shoes and walked home barefooted. Our walk home was silent. I looked up at her, wondering what she was thinking. She looked down at me too. Maybe she was just wondering what her little sister was thinking.

We got home and had a cold drink. Suzy went to her room and sat on her bed. I went to my room and sat on my bed. I didn't know what to do. I looked down at my old Barbie. She had once been Suzy's Barbie. I reached down and picked her up, turned around and threw her up in the air, letting her bounce upon the bed. I threw her up again and let her fall...

I saw Suzy standing in my doorway. I saw her out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and looked at her.

"I'm sorry, Lisa," she said. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," I said. "What are you sorry about?"

She stepped into the room, moving close behind me, cupping my bare shoulders. She dropped to her knees and hugged me about the waist, planting a kiss on my neck as I gave my old Barbie a toss up into the ceiling. Suzy let go of my waist and I felt her hands up under my dress, gently pulling at the waistband of my panties. She took them down.

I stood very straight and very still as my sister planted little kisses and nibbles all over my legs. I felt her lips on my butt, and it tickled a little bit, but not enough to make me laugh. She turned me around then and looked up at me, lifting the dress off over my head.

"I'm going to try something, Lisa," she said softly. "I've never done it before. If it doesn't feel right, just tell me."

It made me curious and a little nervous to hear this. After all, I didn't know what it was. But I said OK and let her ease me back onto the bed. At first, she just caressed and kissed me, and then caressed me down low, spreading my legs like normal. She began to fondle me, rubbing my little folds, starting the tingling, and then she stopped and moved her head down...

The next thing to touch my little pussy was Suzy's tongue. She licked it very gently. Actually, it was a little too gentle at first. I didn't feel much of anything. She must have been afraid of hurting me. Then, all of a sudden, she started really getting into it. I felt the tingling in my little button and I felt it swell as the tingling grew stronger and stronger.

The feeling was intense, almost too much, but it wasn't quite too much. I felt my heart begin racing. I closed my eyes to the crack in the ceiling. I was shaking. My sister's tongue was moving from side to side. I felt very wet down there and my thighs were hot. The tingles were running everywhere, up and down my legs, and through my entire body. I felt like I was in Heaven.

There were only a few times when it got uncomfortable and I would just say "Ow," or something, and Suzy would back back off or slow down. But at some point, I forgot about everything and I felt like I was floating, floating above everything. Then, dropping off that cloud, I felt everything tense up, and I dug into the bed with my toes, holding my breath.

I quickly opened my eyes to look up; only to close them again as something overtook me. It took my body and my mind along with it. The next thing I heard was my own cry echoing off the walls. It was loud. I was reeling on the bed with my sister's head pinned between my little tanned legs. The wonderful feeling wouldn't stop. It seemed to go on and on, like something pumping inside my little pussy, shaking through my little body. It was like nothing else.

When it left me, I was still shaking, trying to catch my breath. My dear sister, my dear Suzy, sat up and looked at me with a look of disbelief.

"Oh my God, Lisa," she panted, shaking. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah..." I replied, smiling at her, reaching down and feeling how wet I was.

"Are they always like that?"

"No," I told her. "I never felt anything like that."

Suzy unbuttoned her shorts and slipped her hand down inside, falling on her back beside me. She moved quickly, her brow furrowed, her legs moving from side to side. She took no time. She had a very quiet orgasm compared to mine, then buttoned her shorts and told me I should "get dressed and washed up before the bitch comes home."

"OK," I said. "Suzy?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, turning to me.

"How did I taste?" I asked her.

Suzy walked back over to me, leaned over, and pressed her lips to mine. It didn't taste bad. Really, I didn't know if I could taste anything.

"Did you enjoy it, sweetie?" she asked.

I smiled. She knew that I did. If that was an orgasm, then what were those little things I had before? Oh well, it didn't matter. Wow! Wow!

Suzy and Mom were barely speaking at this time. I didn't side with anybody, but it did seem to me that Mom was trying to do better and that Suzy wouldn't give her a chance. Well, that's what I thought, but I didn't argue with Suzy about it.

Mom wasn't drinking as much and she was keeping a better house. She was being nicer to me, too, which I kind of liked, even though I didn't quite understand it. I was used to her being one way and she was just acting different, that's all. It was all because of a man, some guy she was dating, a guy she worked with.

His name was Ray. He came to our house, but he didn't spend the night the first couple of weeks he was around. Suzy would Hi but then retreat to her bedroom. I didn't know why she wouldn't give him a chance. He seemed very nice to me. He told me how pretty I was the first time he saw me, as pretty as a California sunset. It made me blush.

Of course, the best thing about him was that he was making Mom a better person. I didn't really know him all that well. He just seemed nice.

I remember the backyard barbecue. He brought over his grill. He bought hamburger and wieners. He hooked up a water sprinkler and told me to have fun jumping over it. I put on my bikini and ran back and forth jumping over the thing. When I got tired, I sat down. Ray smiled at me. Mom looked happy, nursing a beer.

I went into the house after a while and I knocked on Suzy's door.

"Who is it!" she shouted.

"It's Lisa," I said.

"Come in."

I opened the door and went inside. She was sitting on the bed in her t-shirt and shorts, hugging her legs up against her body. She looked almost sick.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Why don't you come out and get some fresh air?"

"I can't," she said.

"Ray is a nice guy," I said.

"I don't know about that. There has to be something wrong with him. Guys are all shit."

"But it's a beautiful day and Mom's being nice. Come on."

"It's a phase. Things never change. They always go back."

It was like talking to the walls of her room, the walls where she imprisoned herself. But I had to do something. At the very least, she had to eat.

"Can I bring you some food when it's done, please?"

"What's for dinner?"

"Wienies, burgers, beans, potato salad, and chips."

"A cheeseburger, medium-rare, with an onion and a tomato, beans and some chips, and a pop."

"Anything else on your order, Ma'am," I smiled, standing very straight.

"Yes, indeed," Suzy broke out with a smile, looking up at me. "For dessert, I would like the cutest little waitress in a pink bikini delivered to me right here on my bed." She patted the mattress next to her.

I giggled and she nodded.

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better, Lisa," she said. "It helped a little."

When I returned outside, I told Ray what Suzy wanted off the grill. Mom frowned and said that if she wanted dinner, the least she could do was come outside.

"Now, now," Ray said, "if you two aren't getting along, let's just leave it as it is, Linda. Let's enjoy our evening, huh? How is your sister, anyway, huh? Is she all right?"

"She'll be all right," I said.

He stroked my hair and smiled and turned to Linda.

"These girls sure got their looks from their mother, didn't they?" he shook his head. "Of course, I haven't seen much of the other one, but Lisa here, she is a cutey pie."

"Yes, she's pretty," my mother said, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "And she's very quiet."

"You know what they say about that," Ray said. "Still water runs deep."

"Well, we'll have to wait and see on that one."

I took Suzy her dinner when it was ready and I offered to bring mine in so she didn't have to be alone. She said it was OK. She said to be a good girl for Mom and Ray and do what was expected of me and eat with them, so I did. Oh, did I get a full belly!

"You can sure eat for such a tiny little thing," Ray said.

"Now, run along kiddo," Mom said. "I know you're dying to be with that stubborn big sister of yours."

"Bye, cutie," Ray said.

And I did run along.

We didn't do much of anything. I listened to Suzy talk. She talked about Mom. Yes, Mom with her boyfriends, about how things did get better. But the better they got, the worse they got after the boyfriend turned out to be a piece of shit. It was like building a big castle made out of gold only to see it collapse all around you. The bigger the castle, the bigger the collapse. Now, Suzy just hoped for something quick and less painful.

I heard the TV in the living room after a while, and Mom and Ray talking and laughing. I remember it getting to be pretty late because I heard the Tonight Show music come on, and I heard that guy say, "Heeeeeeeeeee're's Johnny." About that time, I was caressing my sister's breasts under her shirt as she held me close.

Beyond that, we did not play that night. The mood was not right.

It was somewhere in the middle of the night that I woke up very hot in my sister's bed, the mattress soaked with sweat beneath me. I slipped out of the bed and quietly left my sister's room. I felt very thirsty. I walked through the darkened living room toward the soft light of the kitchen. When I got there, I opened the refrigerator.

Just the feeling of the open fridge was nice, and I stood there a moment before looking inside. When I looked inside, I saw bottles of pop, but it was a bad time for pop. Then I saw the pitcher of Kool-aid. That was better. I took it out and turned around, putting the pitcher on the counter. I took a clean glass from the drying rack and filled it and I put the pitcher back in the fridge. I closed the door and then nearly jumped out of my skin.

"I'm sorry, Lisa," Ray said softly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen in just some tiny little shorts, "did I scare you?"

"Yes," I said.

"Of course I did," he said. "What a stupid question. I'm sorry. Wow, kid, you sure look hot and sweaty. Getting a drink, huh?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you should take a bath and cool off," he said.

"No," I said, "that's OK. I'll just take one in the morning." I felt awkward being around my mom's almost naked boyfriend, especially because he had come out of nowhere and surprised me. I just tried to finish my Kool-aid so I could go to my bed.

"Well, at least let me wet a washcloth and run it over you a little, OK?"

I thought about it. It would feel good. I guessed it wouldn't take very long and I would be in my own bed with the window open, cooled off and feeling better.

"OK," I said, and I finished the rest of my Kool-aid, hearing my voice gurgling in the bottom of the glass.

Ray put his arm around my shoulders and walked me back through the dark living room. He walked me into the bathroom and turned on the light, closing the door behind us. He reached up for a washcloth that was folded on the shelf. He turned on the sink and filled it with water.

"Yeah, it sure is a hot night," he said.

He turned off the water and then he wet the washcloth and ran it over my brow, then over the rest of my face. He wet it some more and then went over my neck and shoulders and my collar.

"Isn't that nice?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "that feels good."

"Here, let's get your tummy and your back and legs, too, huh?"

I was facing the mirror. I looked up at his reflection and nodded OK. He wet the washcloth over and over again, and he continued to wash me down as I stood there in my pink bikini.

"How was that?" he asked, standing up behind me after washing my legs.

"Good," I said, and then I felt his hands rubbing my butt, squeezing it. I looked up into his eyes and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move.

"You really are a pretty little girl, you know that, Lisa?" he said. "I like you a lot. Do you like me?"

"I want... I want to go to bed." That was all I could think of to say. "You can go to bed in a few minutes, OK?" Ray said. "I just want to know if you like me."

"Yes, I like you," I said, forcing the words out, forcing the words out so maybe he would be satisfied.

"That's good, Lisa, because I like you too. Now, I just want to take off your bikini bottoms so I can look at your sexy little butt. Is that OK?"

I did not know how to respond. I was alone with a him and he was big and he was a man. I didn't want him to hurt me. I just stood very still.

"OK," I said. I was shaking.

"Don't be scared," he said.

He untied the strings and slipped the fabric from the middle of my little body. He cupped each cheek of my butt with a big hand, fondling and squeezing. He breathed heavy. Then he let go and I heard the sound of something rustling. I didn't know what it was, but I just wanted to leave the bathroom and go to bed and forget this.

The next thing I knew he took my right hand and eased it back behind me, placing it around something that was very smooth on the outside, but very hard on the inside. It was very big, so big that I could barely wrap my little fingers around it, and it felt like it had a heartbeat. He left my hand on it and he leaned down, placing his mouth next to my ear, whispering:

"Squeeze it."

I squeezed it. He closed his eyes.

"Not so hard, sweetheart," he said. "Nice and easy."

I lightened my grip. I knew what it was. It was his pee-pee. But why was it so big and hard?

"Here, let's turn around."

He turned me around and he knelt down, looking at my pussy. He smiled, rubbing on his pee-pee. I looked down at it. It was big! And it had a big, round, mushroom-looking head on the top with a little hole at the tip.

"You sure have a pretty looking pussy," Ray said. He fondled me a little bit as he stood up, but he didn't stay long. He reached for my hand again and placed it around the long part of his pee-pee, below that mushroom-looking thing. He started my hand stroking up and down.

"That's it, Lisa," he said. "Do it just like that."

I tried to think of something else. I tried to think of Michelle walking on the beach or swimming in the ocean, or collecting seashells with her mom and dad. I tried to think of being with Suzy, Suzy who I knew, my sister, not this strange man.

"Faster... faster..." he said, breathing heavy and grinding his hips.

"Who's in there, damn it?" my mother called. "I gotta pee."

Ray took my hand off his penis and grabbed my panties off the floor, urging me to tie them on quickly. He reached for his undershorts, calling out that it would only be a second. He helped me finish with my panties. When we were all done up, he opened the door.

"Ray? What were you doing with Lisa in there?"

"She was hot and sweaty so I cooled her down with a washcloth isn't that right, Lisa?"

"Yes," I said.

The bathroom door closed. I turned and walked to my room. Ray followed me.

"You're a sweet girl, Lisa," he said. "Keep our little secret now. Night-night."

I closed my bedroom door. I untied my bikini top and bottom and tossed them aside, put on a pair of panties and my little nightgown and lay down on my bed.

It had all happened so fast, I hadn't had a chance to feel it. Now I was feeling it. And he was still in the house. I didn't want him in the house. I had to tell. I had to say something. I didn't know him and he had made me do things and wanted me to keep it a secret. I hadn't cried in a long time. That night I cried silently in the dark.

I did not fall asleep until well into the morning. By the time I woke up it was afternoon. My mom was sitting alone in front of the TV.

"Well, hello, sleepy-head," she said. "You missed Ray. He left a little while ago. He sure likes you. It was sure nice of him cool you off with the washrag last night. He said you looked like you were dipped in sweat."

I sat down on the couch.

"He touched me," I said.

"Of course he touched you," she said. "He had to cool you off."

I closed my eyes and swallowed. I wanted to tell her what he did but I didn't know what words to use. I turned and looked at my mother. She was smiling. She was happy, lighting a cigarette. She didn't want to hear that her boyfriend was doing something like that.

"I want you to come to the company picnic with me tomorrow, OK? Go take a bath and I'll take you to the mall. I'm going to pick you out a pretty new dress."

"Is Ray going to be there?" I asked.

"At the picnic?" my mother asked. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"

"I... I don't want to go."

"Nonsense," she said. "Now, Lisa, you are seven years old. I'm not about to drag Suzy kicking and screaming because that battle is lost, but you are just a little girl. You will do as I say. And you will have a good time."

I sighed. I stood up and went to the bathroom and I stripped down naked. I tried to forget what had taken place there the night before, and I got into the tub. I ran the water and took a nice bath, using as much soap as I could so I could feel clean.

The dress my mother bought me was very pretty. It was a short, light blue dress with spaghetti straps over the shoulders. I was very quiet as she picked it out, very quiet on the ride home, and sat very quiet in my room after we came home. I didn't know what else to do. If I had to keep silent, I felt like I had to stay hidden too.

I ate dinner with my mother and Suzy, but all was quiet with the TV on. I didn't eat much. I went to my room and Suzy followed me. She closed the door and sat next to me on my bed. She put her arm around me but it felt heavy.

"I heard you're going to the company picnic," she said. "You're Mommy's little girl, now."

"I don't wanna go," I said, standing up to get away from her.

"I know," Suzy said. "She just wants to play Mommy and look good in front of her bosses and co-workers and stuff. That's all I meant. God, Lisa, don't have a cow."

I sat back down. I let her stroke my hair. I remembered where I was and who I was talking to.

"I wish you could stay here with me," she said. "We could have another day to play together."

I shrunk away from her again, pushed her hand away from my knee. I didn't want her touching me. God, was that all she wanted? Was that what everybody wanted?

"What's wrong, little sister?"

I didn't know why I couldn't tell her. She was sitting right there, asking me. Maybe I was scared she would go crazy. Maybe I was scared she would go crazy, go scream at Mom about letting some man into our house who would do this and it would only be another fight. Maybe I just... thought it would make things worse.

"Is something wrong, Lisa?" Suzy asked. "Do you trust me?"

That was a good question. Did I trust her? Did I trust anybody? I was only seven years old, soon to be eight, and I didn't really understand anything.

"Yes, I trust you," I said. "I just don't want to go to the stupid picnic."

"Listen, Lisa," she said. "Just go, play with the other stupid kids, smile and look pretty and enjoy the food. It'll be fine."

"Will you come with me?" I asked, looking her right in her pale green eyes.

"Well, you know I would... but," she said, "I been to those things before. I'll be here when you come home and we can hang out."

I lay down on my side on the bed, facing away from her. I didn't talk to her anymore. She pet and kissed my head, rubbed my back, and tried to talk to me, but I did not respond. I was trying to make her feel bad, but it was making me feel bad at the same time, putting a knot in my stomach. After a while, she got up and left me, closing my door.

I tried to think of Michelle, of the beach, of that beautiful beach, but all I could think of was Ray in the bathroom, putting his hands on my body, putting my hand on him. It was nothing like playing with Suzy and that's why I knew it was wrong. He was just a visitor, pretty much a stranger. But now that he did it, it made playing with Suzy seem wrong too.

I felt sick. I got up from my bed and I hurried to my door, opened it, ran to the bathroom and dropped down over the toilet. There was sweat dripping from my brow into the bowl. I swallowed and trembled as I tightly gripped the cold porcelain. I wanted to throw up. Please... Please...

But it didn't happen. Just then the light came on.

"Lisa, are you all right?" my mother asked me.

"I felt... I felt sick," I said.

"Is it better?"

"Yes, Mom," I said, standing up.

My mother wet a washcloth and placed it on my forehead. She put her arm around me and walked me to the living room. She sat me down next to her and hugged me close. She kept the washcloth on my brow, holding my head to her shoulder.

"Just relax, sweetheart," she said softly, and a kiss found its way to my temple. She didn't smell like whiskey. She took away the washcloth and put it on the table. She kissed my brow again as she leaned back and relaxed, continuing to hold me close.

"You know, Lisa, I love you," she said, and tears filled my eyes until they could not hold them anymore, filled them until they ran down both cheeks. I sobbed and shook there in her grasp, a grasp that grew stronger and warmer.

"I love you, too," I said.

Was I dreaming?

...To be Continued