Date: Thu, 31 May 2018 10:59:36 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: My cousin Kelly My Cousin Kelly By Misty Meadow We're twenty three now and she's as thin as a rake like me. She's at university and is spending the summer break with me, camping on my couch, as rents in Cambridge are prohibitive. Until she arrived the other day, I hadn't seen her for years and I was surprised by how mature and elegant she looked. "Oh, Kelly, you're not a skinny kid anymore!" I gushed when I picked her up at the station. "You're all grown up." She eyed me up and down. "You too, Misty. I never thought you'd turn out to be this beautiful. Your figure is to die for." "Stop it! You're making me blush." "You used to blush all the time. Remember when we . . ." The conversation drifted off down Memory Lane as we drove from the Cambridge station out to the little village where I've rented a cottage. ______________________________ Now, two days later, she's settled in and we're getting along so well. It's late evening and we're sitting on my bed, our backs against the headboard, looking at our laptops. We've decided that although this bed is not the biggest in the world, there's enough room for two, so she doesn't have to rough it on the couch. We're dressed in our knickers and cami tops, having abandoned any inhibitions about being less than fully clothed. "What are you searching for?" I ask her, trying to look at her screen, but reflected light from the window washes it out. "Porn. Lesbian porn." "What? I never knew you were gay." "I'm not. At least I don't think so. Apart from some fooling about in primary school, just playing stinky finger and stuff, I've never tried gay sex. Who knows? It could be fun, so I'm doing some basic research." "Like videos and stuff?" "And erotic fiction. For some reason I find that reading about it is more exciting than watching two models fake it for the camera. All that grunting and groaning and `Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh!' ruins it. Why can't they just talk and say endearing things to each other?" "Because it's produced by men, that's why. They have no idea how to be tender and considerate." "Tell me about it!" she said. "We should get into lesbian porn production," I suggest, "you and me, and teach them how to do it." "So my research will not be in vain?" I laugh. She looks at my screen. "What are you looking at?" "Just pictures of young girls," I say. "This is a Russian picture hosting sight with a section on `kids', mostly family holidays and shit, but once in a while I find a perfect little gem and download it. Look, I'll show you." I open the file that contains my collection of beautiful child pictures. Most are about ten or eleven, with a few younger ones and most are in their underwear. "Wow! They are pretty," she agrees. "All girls? No boys?" "Boys suck. Men suck." She rolls on to her side drawing her knees up and looks up at me. Her laptop slides on to the bed. "I wouldn't mind a little boy, say about twelve, old enough to get hard and produce semen." I laugh. "I'd tie his wrists to the head of the bed and undress him then suck on his little cock until it got hard. How big is a twelve year old cock?" "Adult average worldwide is five and a half inches, so a pubescent boy would have four, maybe, or five? I dunno. Never seen one." "Say five," she says, dreaming on. "And an inch in diameter. That wouldn't be so bad. It'd fit in quite nicely. We wouldn't need lube, just our wet pussies would do the job." "We? What makes you think I'd wanna participate?" "Okay, you could just take pictures. Make a video, even." "For the internet? The next words we'd hear would be `You have the right to remain silent'. Child porn is third rail stuff. They'd throw us in jail and call us baby rapers." "No need to get your knickers in a twist. It was just a fantasy." She sits up and peers at my screen. "Ooh, look at her!" "That's Juliette. She's all over the internet. What a thrilling smile!" A girl of about ten, dressed in a crop top and matching slightly oversize knickers, dangerously loose in the leg, gazes out from the screen at us, an eager look on her face. "I'm kinda in love with her." "Oh, you fucking paedo!" she says, grinning. "And you think I'm weird `cos I wanna suck a twelve year old dick? Show me some more." I scroll on. A string of preteen Lolitas in a variety of sexy outfits fills the screen until one appears showing a totally naked girl standing in some sand dunes, her face turned up to the sun, her eyes closed. We can see faint tan lines on her body, and her treasure is in full view. Her mound is bald, but her titties have just started to bud, though barely perceptibly. "That's not kiddie porn," she says. "That's a family photo. It's a work of art." "I agree. Still, I have to be careful about what I show on my computer. All my other pictures of naked girls are on a thumb drive, hidden in a secret place." "Other pictures? You have more like this?" He face is alight. "If I show you, you have to promise never to tell anyone, okay? Cross your heart and stuff." "I swear. Why would I want to tell anyone? It can be our secret, Misty." "I just hope you're gonna appreciate them," I say. "I went to a lot of trouble to find them." "Oh, I will. If you're a paedo, then I might wanna be one, too." "Paedophilia: the love of children, that's what it means. Kids of thirteen or younger. Problem is that the word's come to be associated with dirty old men in grubby raincoats who entice kids into their rusty windowless vans and take them off to secluded places to molest and kill them. There should be a separate word for those monsters." "Yeah." "And a new word for people who are attracted to children and are perfectly able to control their sexual impulses, you know, `I can look but I'm not gonna touch' kind of people." "Like you?" "Like us." "I wanna see those other pictures, the ones you've hidden." "Don't go away," I say, sliding off the bed and going into the living room. I find the thumb drive I've hidden in a place I'm not going to tell you and take it back into the bedroom. I sit back on the bed and plug it into my laptop. An index fills the screen, the pictures having been captioned by me and are in alphabetical order. I click on the first. It shows a naked girl of about eleven sitting with her back to a tree, smiling, her legs deliberately spread to show off her treasure. "Yeah, that's a family photo!" snorts Kelly, sarcastically. "Where do you find these?" "I'm not gonna tell you. The less you know the better. If word got out, a lot of people would be in trouble." "Fair enough." The next picture shows another young girl on all fours, facing away from the camera, her upper body lowered and her two orifices lewdly displayed. She smiles over her shoulder as us. "Pheew! That's over the fucking top. Who's taking the pictures?" she asks. "Dunno. Daddy?" She laughs. "Uncle Bob? Her gym teacher?" The next picture shows another preteen, standing naked outdoors, her feet parted, her arms folded across her chest and a stream of pee emanating from her little slit. Her facial expression says, "Look at me, I don't care." "Oh, a pee pee girl. I just love her!" As I click to the next picture, she cries, "Stop!" It shows a very young girl of maybe six or seven, standing proudly naked except for a pink knitted hat. We can see her little slit perfectly. "Oh, she's adorable!" she breathes. "A bit young though, don't you think?' "True, but I'm not thinking of her from a sexual point of view. It's just that she looks so innocent and uninhibited, standing there not caring, with that sweet smile on her face. She's like a little doll. I could pick her up and hold her, hug her, kiss her and caress her little body all over." "Kelly, you're weirder than I am. The age of consent, at sixteen, might be ridiculous, but she's far too young to knowingly participate in games with you." "But I wouldn't harm her or embarrass her or even make her feel uncomfortable. I'd just want to make her happy; like you'd want to make Juliette happy." Juliette is a lot older than this kid, old enough to know the effect her partially dressed body has on people, whereas this little kid is just simply innocent. Actually, I'd want to make Juliette fall in love with me and sexually molest ME, but I'm not about to admit it. I'm amazed that Kelly finds the little girl interesting. I only downloaded her because she was so cute. I scroll on and we see girl after girl, sometimes in pairs, deliciously naked, all of them provocatively posed to deliberately display their treasure. After about twenty or so, I close the computer. "Is that all?" asks Kelly. "I have over a thousand, but I'm gonna ration them. If you look at them all at once, you'll get saturated and stop enjoying them. It's like eating chocolates." "Jesus, they were hot! And they all looked so fucking happy. It's not like they're toddlers, too young to be embarrassed by nudity, those kids were ten, eleven, twelve years old and really fucking sexy!" "Which was the best?" "Dunno. Probably the young one in the pink hat." "The youngest? Now you're really a paedo! I thought I was bad enough, but you're a fucking cradle snatcher." "Just my maternal instincts waking up," she protests. "Incestuous maternal instincts, you fucking pervert." She laughs. "We should give her a name." "How about `Pixie'?" "Perfect. Imagine if we had daughters like her, or like your Juliette. We could do anything we wanted to them, hug and kiss them and tell them how much we love them." "And teach them how girls' parts work," I say, picking up on her fantasy, "and how to touch themselves in a special way." "We'd tell them that it's okay to be proud of their bodies, and good to show themselves off under the right circumstances. We could dress them in sexy undies. Do they make sexy lingerie for little kids?" "I'm sure you could find stuff on the internet, or go to a department store and buy the smallest sizes. I've seen pictures on the net of very small kids in sexy outfits, so yes, it'd be possible." "And we could teach them to touch us in interesting ways, showing them that the clit is the centre of the universe and how to find the G spot, and then, as we learned more and more ways to get them excited, we could kiss them on their little pee pees." I'm ahead of her. I've been fantasising about having oral sex with little Juliette ever since I came across her and saw that dazzling smile for the first time. "Yeah, kiss them," I say, warming to my subject, "and probe them and see how awesome they taste and when they ask if they can do it to us . . ." "We'd spread our legs and . . ." "Pull our pussy lips apart and let them . . ." "Look deep inside our pink, wet grottoes . . ." "And encourage them to explore. . . " "Us and themselves." "I think you're getting ahead of yourself, Kelly. Pixie is only six or seven at the most." "But that's the beauty of it. She's too young to think that any of this is in anyway abnormal. At that age, kids accept everything they're told. Ooh, I've just had a naughty thought!" "Uh-oh! What?" "Pixie must have small hands. I could put sweets up my cunt and invite her to find them. She'd think that putting her whole hand inside me was just a funny little game." "You're getting dangerously close to taking advantage of her vulnerability. When we look at more pictures tomorrow, you should pick out a favourite who's a bit older, one who could give informed consent. Consent is everything. Without it, we're predators." "I'm just fantasising," she protests. "What would be the chances of us finding two little girls who'd let us have our way with them? Pretty fucking remote, I'd say." I sigh, looking up at the ceiling. "Oh, Juliette, my darling, where are you now? How old are you?" "Probably twenty five with two kids and an abusive husband," Kelly says, having come back to reality. "Let's go to sleep." We put our laptops aside and I put out the light. "So are you totally gay?" she asks, out of the blue. "Probably. I'm still a virgin, though I popped my own cherry when I was ten, using a carrot." She laughs. I continue, "Carrots are nicely tapered so they're good for beginners. I've never had full blown sex with an adult woman, just silly games with kids in elementary school, kissing games and fingering each other, you know. You probably did the same." "Actually no, I didn't. I didn't even masturbate until I was twelve and boys started getting interested in me. I was deflowered by a boy soon after I began fingering myself. He was the same age as me." "Which is why you now want to suck a little boy's cock?" She laughs. "A mature cock is much better, problem is finding the right guy. Most men are fucking wankers." "Never had sex with a woman?" "No. I've had a few hit up on me, but none of them were what I call attractive. I've never thought of myself as gay." "Until this evening," I point out. "All those pictures were of girls and you got quite excited." "I suppose they've awakened my inner paedophile. It's a whole new concept for me. Is that why you're a teacher? So you can be with little girls? What class do you teach?" She's hit the nail on the head. "Eleven year olds." "Like the kids in the pictures?" "Yeah, but with more clothes on. I know what you're thinking, but no. It would be far too dangerous to start anything with any of my pupils. Apart from the difficulty of getting to be alone with one of them, there'd be the problem of ensuring that she'd never tell anyone, even if I could find a willing little girl." "Frustrating, huh?" "Extremely! Now go to sleep." "Do you mind if I masturbate? Those pictures have got my pussy dripping wet and I just have to take care of myself." This is more intimacy than I'd bargained for, but what the hell? I've shared my darkest secret with her so if she wants to frig herself, who am I to disapprove? "Just don't make a noise, okay." "Okay. G'nite." "'Nite." She tries to be quiet but I can feel her rhythmic movements transmitted through the mattress and hear her breathing. What the hell, I think, why not join her? It's not like we're having sex or anything. I put my hand down inside my knickers and touch my own wetness. Soon, my fingers go deep inside me, then out to my love button, strumming away at it until I cum. When I recover she's stopped moving. "Did you cum?" I ask. "Yes, Pixie gave me a lovely cum. How was Juliette?" "Insatiable, the little slut! I'm totally in love with her." "Go to sleep." "Sweet dreams." But I can't sleep. Too much has happened. Even though we just masturbated together, I'm not strongly attracted to Kelly sexually. She's my cousin and a close friend and I enjoy her company immensely. It's a huge relief to confide in her about my love of little girls and thrilling to discover that she can get just as excited as I, by the right kid. Her fixation on little Pixie is a bit alarming, given the kid's extreme youth so tomorrow we'll look for another "Juliette" for her. I finally drift off. _____________________________ It's Saturday, sunny and very warm and I'm on my hands and knees, pulling weeds from the border in the front garden. I hear a clatter of metal followed by a yell. I run out through the gate and look down the lane. A young girl has fallen off her bike and is sitting in the road, with the bike some feet away. I run to her. "Are you okay?" She's trying not to cry. There's a painful looking abrasion on her right knee. "What happened?" "A squirrel ran out and I tried to avoid it." "Let's get you out of the middle of the road before a car comes," I urge her, helping her to her feet. "That scrape looks nasty. We have to get it cleaned up before it becomes infected. Can you walk." She takes a step and winces. "Stay there, I'll get the bike." It seems to be undamaged and I wheel it back to her. "Lean on me. That's my cottage, just there. Can you make it?" We try a few tentative steps. "It hurts when I bend it." "Then I'm your crutch. We can make it together." With the bike on one side and the girl on the other, we hobble along to the gate and up the path into the house. I sit her on a kitchen chair and pull another up for her to rest her leg on. I wash my hands and look at her injury. "I don't think anything's broken, just a scrape. I'm gonna pour peroxide on it and it'll sting." She looks out of the window and sees Kelly sunbathing in the back garden. "There's a lady out there with no clothes on," she remarks. "That's my cousin Kelly. She likes an all-over tan." I throw open the back door. "Kelly! Come and meet . . ." I look over my shoulder at her. "Trixie," she says. " . . . Trixie. She fell off her bike." Kelly climbs to her feet and comes into the kitchen, not even bothering to cover herself. When she sees Trixie, her jaw drops. "Oh, my God!" she gasps, "you're adorable!" I stand back and look closely at the girl for the first time. She looks like one of my school pupils, about eleven, flat chested with a beautiful innocent face. "And you're called Trixie?" "Yeah." "Near enough," Kelly mutters to herself. "I'm Misty," I say, then, "You should get some clothes on, Kelly." "Oh, don't bother for my sake," the girl says. "I'm not bothered. You have a lovely body." Kelly looks like the cat that got the cream. I pour peroxide on the injury and she gasps. I quickly douse it again with water and closely inspect it. Though her other leg has its foot on the floor, they're spread widely enough for me to get a nice upskirt view of her white cotton knickers. My pulse picks up. "Do we have the other medical necessity?" Kelly asks me. "Which is?" "Ice cream! You gotta have ice cream when you fall off your bike. It's the law." Trixie smiles for the first time and I melt. Though she looks different from my lovely Juliette, she has the same kind of face, that of a child but with the promise of stunning beauty yet to come. I pull myself together and fix a bowl of ice cream from the fridge. "Aren't you having any?" Trixie asks "I have to preserve my slender figure," Kelly says, "Misty does too, but you don't have to worry, Trixie, you're skinny like we were at your age and you'll never be fat. You can have more if you like." The abrasion is too large for a band aid so I find gauze and a bandage and dress the wound. "Try standing up." We help her to her feet. "Try bending it." "It still hurts." "Then we can drive you home. Where do you live?" "Blackthorn Lane." It's in the village. "You're not in a hurry, are you?" asks Kelly. "Perhaps you should rest up a bit before you go home." "Good idea," I say, wanting to prolong our encounter. "Come into the living room and lie on the couch." She lies on the couch, her injured leg up and her other foot on the floor. I want to sit at the end of the couch to get another look up her skirt, but Kelly beats me to it. "Where were you headed when you fell off?" I ask. "Badger's Mere." It's a small lake surrounded by trees about two miles farther down the lane, a beautiful spot that would be popular if it weren't so isolated. "Were you gonna swim?" asks Kelly. "You can swim there? I didn't know. Anyway, I don't have my swim suit." "So skinny dip. I'm ready," she says, grinning, leaning back, stretching her arms above her head and spreading her legs to show off her shaved pussy. "I think we should take Trixie home a little later," I say, "and meet her parents to reassure them that we're decent people. We could all go swimming another day. Tell me, Trixie, where do you go to school?" She's not in the class I teach. "We only moved here last week." That explains why I've never met her before. Looking at my naked cousin makes me feel overdressed, so I announce that I'm gonna take a shower to get the gardening dirt off me and Kelly says she'll join me. "I'll just check my email first," I say, knowing that there probably won't be any, but it gives me an excuse to fire up my laptop. Trixie makes room for me on the couch and I open the lid. I check my mail, then click on the file that has all my favourite nymphets on it. The first picture is of Juliette. I stand up, leaving Trixie looking at the screen. "Who's she?" she asks. "Just a picture I like. Isn't she beautiful? Come on, Kelly, let's shower." I leave and go into the bathroom. "What the fuck are you doing?" Kelly hisses as soon as the door is shut. "What if she sees all those other pictures?" "That's the whole idea. It's a way to tell her that we like little girls without putting her on the spot. She's free to just ignore them if she wants to. I'm hoping she'll look at them all and her reaction will tell us a lot about her. They're just the `innocent' ones. The hot stuff is all on the thumb drive, remember?" "And it'll reveal a lot about you, Misty. What if she tells the whole village that you're into little girls?" "Deny, deny, deny! A few pictures can't get us into trouble." I strip off and join her in the shower. I love looking at her naked body but we haven't showered together until now. This would be a perfect opportunity for me to make a move on her, but there's a much more exciting girl waiting for us in the living room, so we shower quickly and towel off and in just a few minutes we're back in the living room. I haven't bothered to put any clothes on. Trixie is staring intently at the laptop. Just as I'd hoped, she'd clicked on the "next" arrow to find another scantily clad preteen and another and another. She was now deep into my collection. She looks up at us. For me, it's a thrilling moment. Not only am I revealing my naked body to her, I've just disclosed that I have a special interest in little girls. Her gaze lingers on me for a few seconds, enough for me to know there's at least a flicker of interest, and then she looks back at the screen. "Do you know these girls?" She asks. "They're all so pretty and look so happy." "They're just downloads from the internet." She looks across at Kelly who plonks herself into the armchair opposite the sofa, her legs spread carelessly, it seems, though I know it's deliberate. Looking back at me, Trixie says, "Are you two lesbians?" I look at Kelly. "Are we?" I ask. "We don't have sex together, well not exactly." "Though we talk about it a lot," she says. "Perhaps we should, Misty. It might spice up our lives a bit." "Hey, I'm up for it, cuz. What've we got to lose?" "What do lesbians do?" Trixie asks. "Kiss," I answer, "hug, caress each other." "Tits," says Kelly. "They caress each other's tits, you know, squeeze them and pinch the nipples and suck on them." "Like babies?" "Yeah, but differently. They touch each other down there, too." She looks down at her exposed pussy. "Their peaches?" I've never heard a cunt called a peach before, but now that I think about it, some peaches have a kind of crease from top to bottom so it looks a bit like an undeveloped vagina. I chuckle. "Yes, they finger each other's peaches. We just finger our own, don't we, Kelly." "At night in bed. You've heard of masturbation, right?" "Yes. It's like rubbing yourself to feel good." "We do that a lot," I chip in. "It's a lot of fun. All girls do it. Don't let anyone tell you it's a sin or any shit like that. It can be awesome." "We should do it to each other," Kelly says, looking at me. Suddenly, I know I'm blushing. The idea is not out of the question, in fact it would be wildly exciting if she and I were to have our first real sexual adventure with this little girl looking on. "Then we'd be lesbians," I say. "I don't think I'd mind being a lesbian. Men suck, anyway." Trixie giggles. We've arrived at a crucial moment. I've often wondered what sex with Kelly would be like. I'll have to start some sort of sex life sooner or later or I'll just be a dried up old maid, with nothing but pictures of little girls to console me. If Kelly is willing to get intimate, then so am I. I get down on all fours in front of her and she lifts her legs and drapes them over the arms of her chair, leaving her like a pair of open doors, inviting admission. I look up into her eyes. "Can I kiss you?" I ask. She smiles. "Where?" "On the lips." She grins. "Which lips?" "Pussy lips. Your peach lips. They look so inviting." I can also see that they're wet. "On one condition," she says, "that you let me kiss yours." I lean in to press my mouth against her cunt, I catch the sharp aroma of her sex. Like when I smell myself, it arouses me. Our lips meet and I push my tongue as deep into her as it'll go. I wish tongues were longer. Then I move up to her clit and put my lips round it, sucking hard, drawing into my mouth, then in and out rapidly, hearing her gasp. "Oh, my God!" I hear Trixie whispering to herself. "They're doing it." From where I am I can't see her reaction to our lewd behaviour, but looking up at Kelly, who's looking across to the little girl, I see no sign of alarm. I guess the kid's alright. "This is called `cunnilingus", Kelly tells her, "another word for cunt licking." Trixie giggles. "And let me tell you, it feels marvelous. Don't stop, Misty, this is fucking awesome!" It's pretty awesome for me, too. I suddenly discover that I like eating pussy, though "like" doesn't do it justice. I'm fucking loving it, especially knowing that sweet little Trixie is watching her first girl-on-girl action, unless she's been watching the same porn sites as we have. I press two fingers into her, palm up, piston them in and out, then curl them. I must've hit her G spot because she lifts her legs from the arms of the chair, arches her back and clamps my head between her thighs, letting out a long, high moan. Oh, my God, I've made her cum! When she releases me, I turn to look at Trixie who's staring, transfixed. I look for signs of revulsion or even distaste, but her face is alive with excitement, her eyes bright, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Christ, Misty," Kelly groans. "You made me cum like a fucking hand grenade! We should've done this long ago. Are you gonna let me do it to you, let me make you come like a rocket? I really want to." I look at Trixie again. "Should she?" I ask. "Should Kelly kiss my peach and drive me crazy with love?" "Yes!" she cries, emphatically. "Yes, yes! Do it, Kelly. Kiss her peach." I jump up and stand on the chair with my feet either side of Kelly's hips, my pussy just above her face. I bend my knees slightly, which lowers me on to her upturned, adoring face. The touch of her lips and tongue on my cunt is like sweet electricity, lighting me up, making me even more excited than ever. I look across to Trixie whose eyes are almost popping out of her head. Kelly does an excellent job of bringing me to a crashing orgasm and I'm so swept away that I almost fall from the chair. "Kelly," I groan, trying to get my breath back, "That was amazing; ten times better than just fingering myself. Trixie, you've just seen two girls having orgasms." Trixie chooses that moment to make an announcement of her own. "I know what that's like. I finger myself, too." We come and sit either side of her. "You do?" Kelly says. "I don't have orgasms, not yet, but it still feels awesome." "Good girl. Do it every night. Do it any time you're alone. You'll find it gets better and better as you get older. You can't do it too often." There's a short pause, and if Kelly is thinking what I'm, thinking, we trying to figure out our next move, how to get our little Trixie to let us do . . . well, whatever, but she looks at her watch. "Oh, no! Look at the time! I gotta go. Mum will be wondering where I am." Shit! Just as things are getting interesting. Still, a break might not be a bad thing. It'll give her time to absorb what just happened, to reflect on it and decide how to react, assuming eleven year olds do much thinking. "We can put your bike in the boot of the car," Kelly says. "Come on, Misty, let's get some clothes on." As we exit the living room, I look over my shoulder to see Trixie clicking through the remainder of my little girl file, a rapt expression on her face. _________________________________ Trixie lives in a cottage in a narrow lane behind the village pub. We meet her mum, an unremarkable woman in her late thirties who expresses her gratitude to us for helping out her injured daughter. After the obligatory cup of tea, which I drank out of politeness (I fucking HATE tea) we tell her that Trixie is welcome to call on us any time and perhaps we'll go exploring Badger's Mere and other local spots of historic interest. "That'd be marvelous," her Mum gushes. "She gets so bored during the school holidays." I give my business card to Trixie which has my phone number and email address and I insist that she call me soon so we can all do something together. Her face lights up with a smile and I almost melt. We make our farewells and drive home. _________________________________ "That went well," Kelly says when we get home. "It's been quite a day." "Yeah," I say, "it started out with us looking at pictures of children and proceeded to child porn and then we discovered that we're both into little girls and little Trixie . . ." "I prefer to think of her as Pixie." ". . . drops out of heaven into our lives." "Just in time to watch us as we discover our feelings for each other and she encourages us to eat each other's pussies." "Yeah," I say, "you could describe it as quite a day." "It's not over yet," she says, archly. "You and I never actually kissed, you know, a real kiss like lovers." Well, there's no way I'm not going to take her up on her suggestion and I put my arms round her and press my lips to hers, which promptly open to admit my tongue. I push my thigh between her legs and she grinds herself on it. The instant we break apart, we start tearing at each other's clothes and in seconds, we're naked. "Let me lick you," I demand. "No, I wanna lick you," she argues. "Fuck it. We'll lick each other." I lie on my back on the couch. "Sit on my face!" ___________________________ Afterwards, when we've both cum, we sit up and open the lap top. "We didn't even get a picture of her," I say. "Yeah, we'll have to put that right. Let's take her to Badger's Mere and skinny dip. That should provide some interesting photo opportunities." I feel a necessity to confess. "Just now," I say, "with my face in your cunt, delightful though it was, I was thinking about her." "Little Pixie? Yeah, so was I. I was imagining what it'd be like if she sat on my face. That's why I came so fast." "I was thinking about having her fingers inside my cunt, all four and then the thumb." "Deep inside you? Fisting? Would she be ready for that?" "Her hand is so deliciously small. It's our job to prepare her, to lead her gradually from innocence to utter depravity." "Oh, you fucking slut, Misty!" "You say the sweetest things, Cuz. Now suck on my tits while I fantasise about her again. ________________________________ It's the next weekend and we've arranged to take Trixie to Badger's Mere. She arrives on her bike wearing a halter top and a pair of ridiculously small shorts which fit snugly enough to create an obvious camel toe. I've packed a picnic lunch and we pile into my car and drive off. Trixie chatters away, happy to see us again. Her knee is healing and is now covered by a large band aid. We arrive and park the car on the edge of the road and walk through the wood until we reach the mere. It's about two hundred yards across. We find a place where we can access it via a jumble of big rocks and we make camp. "I can't wait to get my clothes off," Kelly says, dragging her jeans and knickers down in one fell swoop. I hate it when girls do that, they should undress slowly and seductively, but Trixie follows suit, dragging her shorts off to reveal that she's not wearing any knickers. Her sweet little peach is totally devoid of any trace of hair. She lifts her halter over her head and stands, letting us stare at her flat chest. "Oh, my God!" Kelly breathes, "you're fucking gorgeous." Trixie turns pink and smiles. My heart is racing as I look at her, a real naked preteen girl in the flesh, not merely a photograph. I think about my darling Juliette, star of the internet, and know that from now on, she doesn't stand a chance against Trixie. Kelly and I strip off, then I spread towels over the flattest part of the rocks. "Last one in is a rotten egg," I call, scrambling over the big rocks and jumping in. The waist deep water is shockingly cold and my nipples immediately stick out like little fingertips. The girls follow suit and soon we're splashing about, laughing and screaming. But it's too cold to stay in for long. We climb out and lie on the towels to let the sun dry our bodies. "Did you bring the camera?" asks Kelly. "I have my phone." I find it in my jean's pocket and take a picture of then lying side by side. Trixie seems perfectly willing to let me take her picture in the nude, happily showing off her little peach for the camera, so I take several dozen shots of her, sometimes alone, sometimes with Kelly, who can't spread her legs wide enough, it seems. "Let's take some of you, Misty," Trixie says and so I lie down and spread my own legs, then lift them up beside by head to show off both my orifices. I'm incredibly turned on, never having performed this lewdly for anyone before, not even for myself in front of the mirror. The feel of Trixie's gaze on my cunt makes it tingle. "Now," I say, taking hold of the phone, "I want a shot of you both together, arms around each other, kissing perhaps?" As they embrace and kiss, I can barely prevent myself from flinging myself on them and molesting them both, but I exercise restraint. My turn will come. They kiss for a long time, standing each with a thigh thrust between the legs of the other, lips pressed, mouths open, tongues working hard. My own cunt is now dripping. They come up for air. "Awesome!" Trixie murmurs. "I'm falling in love," Kelly confesses. "Your turn, Misty." "Yeah, kiss me," Trixie asks and then she's folded into my arms and our lips lock. I've never had a kiss like this. Her young naked body looks so unready for sex and her face wears the innocence of a child, but she grinds herself against me I can feel the wetness of her peach on my thigh. "What a wonderful picture!" Kelly gushes. "I never thought I'd enjoy seeing someone else kissing you, Misty, but watching you two is getting me excited." Out of the blue, Trixie asks, "Are you guys gonna kiss my cunt?" My heart skips a beat. I look at Kelly whose face is alight. "Would you like that?" I ask. Instead of answering, she lies down on her back on the towels and spreads her skinny little legs nice and wide. "Who wants to go first?" Kelly pushes me aside and kneels between Trixie's legs, then buries her face. Trixie's little hips lift to push against her. I can hear Kelly breathing hard through her nose. I take half a dozen pictures, then drop the camera and put my hand between Kelly's legs from behind, probing with my fingers and tweaking her clit. Her whole body is shaking and in just a few seconds, she cums. I drag her aside to take her place in the heaven between the little girl's legs and go to work with my tongue, my heart pounding with joy, my cunt twitching with desire, until I feel Kelly's hand between my legs, her fingers bringing me to my climax and I cum like a fucking earthquake. "Now it's my turn," Trixie states. "I wanna know what it's like to lick a cunt. Who's first?" "Me!" Kelly shouts, lying on her back, her legs spread as wide as they'll go. "Okay," I say, "I'll take pictures." "Then I'll lick you," says Trixie, her face alight with excitement. She kneels reverently between Kelly thighs, and gazes adoringly at her cunt. Ever so slowly, she leans forward until lips meet lips. Kelly sighs. I take advantage of Trixie's position, kneeling with her bum elevated and lick her sweet little brown rosebud until Kelly cums and Trixie devotes her whole attention to me. _________________________________ Weeks have gone by and as the summer wound down, Kelly left to go back to university, so now I have Trixie to myself. It seems that Kelly and I did a good job with her sex education. Trixie seems insatiable. She can't keep her hands of me. She's rapidly developed into a full blown lesbian, eager for any kind of gay sex, the kinkier the better. I'm teaching her about golden showers, tribbing and the use of various sex toys and she's a star pupil. Today, she asked me if I could buy a strap on so that she could fuck me. Not a problem! The end.