Date: Sun, 06 Oct 2002 12:09:25 -0500
From: M. E.
Subject: The Hairbrush

When Amy was born, Emily, her mother was little more than a child herself.
There she was at 14 years old, surrounded my doctors and nurses confused and
in pain. The father, just a boy from school had been taken away by his
parents who refused to accept that their son would do such a thing! Under no
circumstances would they allow him to take a paternity test so that he could
be snatched up by this girl who obviously had no morals and who was just
trying to land a meal ticket. Emily's parents where of course furious at her
and demanded that she give up the child.

Un-characteristic for her age Emily refused and told her parents that she
would not only carry the child to term but also raise it as well. So as not
to cause a scandal her farther and mother moved towns shortly after Amy's
birth and pretended that she was Emily's sister. Naturally everybody
accepted this as the truth, but unbeknown to them Emily would go to school,
come home, pick Amy up from childcare and then play mother until she fell
asleep over a stack of home-work in one arm and Amy in the other.

This became the norm for Emily soon, receiving relatively little support
from her parents, who she suspected where trying to make Emily give up Amy
due to the pressure of work and motherhood. However Emily had decided long
ago that she would not do this, and indeed she would provide for Amy and
bring her up in the best possible manner.

As the year's speed by, Amy was a constant joy to her mother. Her first few
steps, her first words, the look on her face as Amy was given an ice cream.
All precious moments she would not have traded the world for. These moments
more than made up for the hurt she felt when people commented on how much of
a lovely little "sister" she had, or the nasty comments that the boys and
girls at school made of her for always carrying the "Brat" in tow. Emily
lost count of the parties and weekends away she missed out on. Not only did
Emily not care what people thought about her, she loved the time she spent
with her daughter, the way she giggled as she would chase her around the
room, the very preconscious young lady she was developing into. In all this
time Emily still had a plan to one day have a home of her own so that she
could stop being Amy's sister and become her mother!

Against her parents expectations Emily passed her Final exams with flying
colours, and even won an academic scholarship so that she could attend
college. She chose a local college so that she wouldn't have to move away
and so that Amy could go to the local pre-school she loved so much. Amy as
well showed great potential, her hand paintings and pictures of cats and
dogs showed that she had a great future as an artist...well once he had
worked out that dogs had four legs, not three... and also were not green!

Again as with high school, she soon fell into a routine, she would get up,
dress Amy, have breakfast with her parents, who still had looks of
disapproval on their faces each time Amy would spill her milk, or throw a
tantrum. These looks Emily would coolly return the gaze not betraying the
hurt she felt that her parents had never truly accepted her daughter. She
would then put Amy on the school bus wave her away then rush across town to
get to class. At the end of classes, she would again dash across town to
pick Amy up from the bus and take her home.

Unlike school she started to make a few friends, although she still refused
participate in the usual student lifestyle of drinking to excess and picking
any excuse to cut class. Her friends were all "the quiet ones", the people
who were thought of as nerds or losers as they too where not known for being
"party" people and usually kept to themselves. The group would hang out
together at lunch, and other free periods, studying and swapping ideas, and
even occasionally go for a drink together. Emily really liked them as they
where all like her, shy, intelligent, and if you bothered to talk and
listen, really very nice people who would never pry too much into your life.

Emily was really starting to impress her tutors with the quality of her
work, time and time again she was receiving the best marks in the class,
soon everybody knew if you wanted to ask for help with the work you went to
see Emily. This time was both arkward; yet enjoyable to her as she had never
been popular in school and the new found attention was a definite
improvement over being shunned. Her small group of friends steadily grew,
even the "popular" kids where also associating with her now, Emily knew it
was just so that she could help them with their work but she didn't care.
Her friends would constantly ask her co come out and party or some other
group activity, but again she was refusing all offers.

One day her best friend Rachel asked Emily why on earth she always refused
to socialise after class? After all she shouldn't have to keep looking after
her little sister all the time, that's what her parents were for after all!
On that particular day she was feeling a little blue as Amy had a rotten
cold and had taken the day off school, and all Emily wanted to do was go
home and look after her little angel. Almost without knowing why she began
to cry a little, the tears brimming. Rachel was a little shocked to see her
friend so upset and instantly apologised for upsetting her, although she
really didn't know what she was apologising for. Without warning Emily
started to cry.

Rachel was aghast! She felt lost as she tried to wrack her self; wondering
what she had said so badly. All she could come up with was "Hey... I'm sorry
OK... If you want to look after your little sis that's OK I just thought your
parents shouldn't make you do all the hard work, what with all the studying
and grades and such!"

Emily's shoulders began to shake as the tears took hold of her and a wail
from deep within her began to come forth. All Rachel could do was take her
friends head in the shoulder, stroking the back of her head. Feeling the
saltwater tears seep through her clothes, and the tightening grip of Emily.

"No.... No ... you don't understand, nobody has ever understood" was all
Emily could manage through the sobs.

"Hey! Come on, we're friends remember! I'm here for you honey. Share the
burden and lighten the load you'll feel much better I promise"

"You wouldn't understand, how could you understand, it's not fair!"

Rachel was confused and lost. She had always felt quite close to this shy
and private girl, and was now desperately worried about her. And all she
could do was keep Emily close to her body.

For an eternity Emily stayed in her friends embrace. All the years of
sacrifice and concealment all focusing in on this single moment, she didn't
know why her friends words had gotten to her after so many years of hearing
them, all she could do is cry and hold on to her. Then she realised that for
the first time since the day she had discovered she was pregnant she felt
safe, relaxed and at peace. She could feel the soothing hand of her friend
on her hair, the gentle rocking motion on her body, the her soft voice
reassuring her that everything would turn out for the best, and underlying
it all was the scent emanating from her friends perfumed body. She was a
little girl again, safe in the arms of an angel, finding more comfort than
her parents had ever shown her.

She looked up staring at Rachel through tear blurred eyes, managing a wan
smile, and sniffling a little. Rachel simply looking down, holding Emily
close to her chest, her thumb brushing dry the wet cheeks. Emily noticed
that Rachel's cheeks where flushed, and that there where a few tears welling
up in her friends emerald eyes that seemed to sparkle green flames. Time
seemed to have slowed impossibly, each second seemed to stretch into a
minuets. In this strange reality Emily looked very closely at her friend.
She could see Rachel's long red hair move in slow motion as she
unconsciously moved it away from her face, watching the hair lift and move
burning copper strands flowing liquid like in the languid moment. Her skin,
a very pale alabaster, smooth texture, soft and gentle curves of her face,
of her neck and shoulders. Indeed Emily could see the outstanding beauty
this girl was blossoming into, wondering how anybody had ever managed to
miss it?

Her hand moved frame by frame up to those eyes, she could clearly see the
trail of hands moving up, Amazed Emily continued to watch as she brushed her
friends tears away, a single diamond on her fingers, she brought it down to
look. She could see each colour refracted within its structure, she brought
it to her lips, and watched as it swelled on her fingertips, and drop onto
her lips. She felt her tongue part her lips and taste the salty liquid,
moving it around, spreading it like lipstick. Emily was lost in her own
strange slow-motion world. From somewhere a million miles away she felt the
sensation of lips oh her head, soft kisses on her hair. As she looked up she
saw Rachel's face blur down, and watched as the lips touched her forehead,
closing her eyes feeling kisses on her eye lids, and over her cheeks.

Emily without thought merely moved her head slightly, and looked into
Rachel's face, her eyes closed her lips slightly pouted, she could feel the
delicate tremors of Rachel's body; knowing that she was following her
instincts just as much as Emily was, there was no plan, no thought, just
action and wanting. Both girls where unprepared for the feeling that erupted
when their lips touched.

Emily remembered the boy's lips on her all those years ago, she remembered
the way his lips seemed hard and uncertain. Those that hers now touched
however where soft, light and full, she could feel each neuance of their
touch, their shape and pressure. So gentle she wondered if the lips where
touching hers at all, but instantly knowing she had been kissed. Uncertain
lips searching each other, finding comfort and support in each tender
return. Time still stuck in that strange molasses her hands cupping the
beautiful face before her as lips lock.  Rachel's hands whipping away
saltwater tears from Emily's face opened; only to look deeply into the grey
pools of sorrow and joy, she could feel herself falling into them forever
falling, She could feel the force and passion of Emily's kisses, she could
feel her fingers through her own hear, down and across her neck and
shoulders.

Two bodies as one begin to move on the bed, kisses, and caresses. Rachel and
Emily parting, looking at each other, knowing that this felt good, and this
felt right. Emily leaned back in and stated to kiss the neck in front of
her, small kisses at first changing into longer and harder one, time
quickening again as she felt the blood pounding in her ears, feeling her
heart beat as if to burst from her chest. She extended her tongue again and
licked the softly textured skin, revelling in its flavour. Rachel's hands
moving through her hair, pressing Emily's head closer, a low moan in her
thought. Emily was kissing lower, down to the nape of Rachel's neck, tiny
flicking kisses, her hands moving with a will of their own, removing the
straps from her friends shoulders, pulling the string top down, slowly down,
and then uncovering Rachel's breasts. Sculptors had dreamed of such a
figure, Emily marvelled at the perfection before her, her fingers tracing
delicately over the soft yet firm flesh. She drew her thumb across the
curved surface to the upturned nipple, pink and puffy, surrounded by a small
light areolus. She felt the tissue harden under her touch, the way it
crinkled slightly, and watched as the nipple seemed to swell and harden
more, standing pronounced. As she moved her hands around Rachel's breasts,
cupping her roundness, shaping them within her touch she could feel Rachel
reaching for the bottom of her top, pulling it up and over her head. Emily
watched and felt her heart melt when Rachel smiled at her, took her head and
guided it down to her breast. Emily again kissed Rachel's skin, feeling her
desire and passion grow as she licked ever-decreasing circles around
Rachel's peaks, dragging her lips across their surface, licking them,
lapping them, and leaving broad wet saliva trails on Rachel's breasts.

Emily could not explain how she knew what to do. She just knew. She felt it

She took a hard nipple into her mouth, gently sucking on it while her hands
moved to cup the rest of them, her fingers finding Rachel's other nipple,
Emily gently started to roll it in her fingers, pulling slightly, dragging
her nail across its surface. She licked around the pink nipple, feeling
Rachel's chest heave and swell to the girls heavier breathing, she pressed
the nipple against the top set of her teeth, rolling it slightly, using the
same rhythms and pressure as her fingers were using. She pulled her head
back, taking the nipple and pulling the breast taught. She heard an
whispered "Ohh god!" escape from Rachel's mouth as she continued to lick,
suck and fondle this amazing woman's breasts. Rachel's hands moving up and
down her back, she could feel the fingers pull at her naked torso, fingers
spread wide, tracing her spine. Emily lost herself to her feelings, Rachel's
every movement urged her on, pushed her desire, echoed her on longing and
passion.

Emily started to move lower.

Rachel had known lovers, and known passion, she had known joy and the warm
comfort from having a lover touch her in ways she liked, but she was not
prepared for the sensation that racked her body when Emily's moist lips
first touched her labia. The sensation shot the length of her body, right
from her toes to the tip of her hair, her spine arched her muscles tensed,
her hands pulling at her hard nipples, bolts of electricity shooting through
her, erasing any semblance of thought still left, she sat bolt upright her
fingers caressing through Emily's hair feeling her tongue probe into her
depths, feeling teeth pass over her clitoris, she could not believe that
such feelings where possible as her juices flowed. As she brushed her
fingers through Emily's hair she briefly caught a glimpse of Emily's light
grey eyes looking up through her eyelashes, light grey eyes looking at her...
in her, and for a second she could swear those eyes turned lavender.

Emily marvelled at the tastes, and the textures she was discovering, many
subtle and delicately nuanced, others bold and startling. Her tongue seemed
to be extending its self as she held Rachel's engorged lips apart, her
forefinger moving over her clitoris, making Rachel move, feeling the heat
from her body, feeling connected to her. She allowed her fingers to caress
inside the velvet wet folds, deeper into Rachel, her tongue flicking at her
clitoris, fingers cupping Rachel's buttocks, moving around the tight puckers
hole, her tongue moving back and down as she added more fingers inside of
Rachel slowly pumping then in and put feeling them slide in easily and
emerge glistening and delicious. As she licked towards Rachel's tight
rosebud the flavours changed but where no less intoxicating, Rachel's juice
flowing down, trickling over Emily's tongue as she licked around the woman's
beautiful anus. Her fingers still pumping into Rachel's vagaina, and her
thumb caressing her clit, Emily pushed her tongue for the first time inside
of Rachel's bottom. Rachel's pleasure was deafening as Emily worked her
tongue in and around the puckered hole, she felt nails once caressing and
gentle dig into her shoulders, but this just spurred her on more and more,
Emily could feel Rachel's energy, indeed she felt directly connected to it,
she felt the shuddering start from Rachel's legs and move its way up,
Rachel's whole body convulsing uncontrollably, feeling her own body
responding in time with its on convulsions as the joy built up and then
breached its barriers. Emily could feel Rachel's climax and muscles
tightened on her fingers and tongue, juices, hot and warmed seemed to gush
from Rachel's cunt, and the two girls remained connected as the waves of
pleasure moved from one to the other.

Emily could hear Rachel breathing hard, she saw her reddened breasts heave
and fall, she head Rachel speak "so beautiful.. so.. so beautiful" over and
over again she felt Rachel's fingers moving through her hair, she felt warm,
she felt comfortable, she felt loved.

Rachel had never conceived that she could feel this way, she thought she had
experienced pleasure before, but that was nothing like this, it was like
comparing a simple window to one full of the most beautiful stained glass.
She moved, amazingly still able to move, she half dragged, half helped Emily
up the bed, gazing into those deep grey eyes, and again she thought she saw
a hint of that lavender... As they kissed Rachel tasted her own juices from
Emily's lips. They both felt each others heart beats, in rhythm, in time,
their breasts touching, their heat shared. Rachel's fingers caressing
Emily's pale bottom. They rolled over together, Rachel's hair covering
Emily's face, their lips again touching each others, tongue gliding. Emily
felt Rachel's fingers penetrate her and her body felt her rapture build
again. Rachel's hand shot out blindly, reaching for the dresser. moving
along it.. She grasped her hairbrush with its thick round handle, with
rippled rubber grip, its large head and soft bristles. Without thinking she
held on to it as she manoeuvred her mouth down to Emily's vagina wanting to
taste from her well, she easily parted Emily's lips as she was so very wet,
and in she slid the handle of the brush, slowly at first but then faster
moving it in and out, all the time nibbling and licking at Emily's clit.
Emily could feel the handle going in and out, it was so lovely, so thick,
the ridges heightening her pleasure, she could feel Rachel licking her
sending lightning into her body. She felt her climax building so fast and
before she could breath she felt herself cum very hard and into Rachel's
mouth, her juices running either side of the brush's handle still inside
her. For final effect, Rachel removed the brush and lovingly cleaned the
handle in front of Emily's wide eyes. They collapsed together holding each
other close, hair mixed, bodies mixed, minds and souls one.

Harley/ME