Date: Fri, 19 May 2023 06:20:20 +0200 From: renae_agpee@gmx.com Subject: Emily's Problem, Chapter 24 Eight year old Emily learns about bodies and sex with her family. Don't forget to support Nifty: https://donate.nify.org/ Ren Chapter 24 "What??? My mom told you about butt sex stuff?" I asked incredulously. "Well, I mean ... it's not like she told me about it on purpose." "Just accidentally then." I replied incredulously. "Kind of, I guess. They didn't know I was awake." "Who's they?" "Your mom and my mom. They talk about sex stuff sometimes I guess. And they thought I was asleep." "When?" "Around the end of school I guess -- your mom picked me up when I was sick, cuz my dad was out of town and they couldn't reach my mom." "Yea, I remember that." Ben and I were surprised that daddy was home when we got off the bus cuz mommy went to pick up Christy. "Well, they thought I was asleep on the couch -- I almost was. And they were talking about sex stuff. I didn't really understand it then." "What did they say?" "Uh -- I don't remember much of it. But I remember my mom saying that daddy wanted to 'stick it in her butt' but my mom didn't want him to. I remember that because it was so weird ... and I didn't know what 'IT' was then" she giggled. "What did my mom say?" "She said that she should try it." "That's all?" "Uh ... yea, pretty much." she mumbled. "Uh uh, what else did she say." "Uh, I dunno if I should tell you." "Christy! You gotta tell me now!" "Yea, well -- she said she liked doing it that way with your dad." she mumbled, with her face in the pillow. "What! No way." "That's what she said. And my mom said she thought it would hurt to much." I tried to imagine daddy's huge cock going in mommy's butt hole, and I just couldn't. "What else did they say??" "I dunno, something about your dad being really big or something. And my mom said something like he'd just have to be happy with her pussy, and they both laughed. I think I fell asleep then. I just remember that part because it was so weird." "Why didn't you say something about it before? "Because it was to weird and I didn't know what it meant! But then when I learned more about sex stuff and I kinda figured it out." I'm not sure I would have figured it out from that. I wondered what else she knew, but decided not to push it. "That's so weird -- I can't even imagine them doing that." "I can't even imagine my mom and dad having regular sex!" Well, I could -- I had seen it, felt it. But even that seemed like a dream sometimes. But I wasn't ready to share that with her. "I know, right! It's so weird to think of them doing sex stuff." I replied instead. "Yea, it kinda grosses me out to think about it." Christy giggled. "Do you think she did it?" "What?" "Your mom -- butt sex." "Ew, I don't know. I doubt it." "What do you mean, 'ew', you just did it!" I laughed, and grabbed her butt. "I ... but ... but my mom!" she stammered, and I laughed. "I can't believe you did that. I can't, in a million years, believe you did that!" she looked worried, so I kissed her forehead so she knew it was ok. "I know" she replied quietly, almost a whisper. "I just ... I dunno ... I just wanted something inside me. Like I had to have something inside me Em. And I couldn't get him in my pussy, so I just... I just wanted..." she trailed off. I knew what she meant -- how I felt with Ben last night. At some point I just needed him inside me. I put my hand on her cheek then her chin, gently pulling her face up I could kiss her lips. "I know." "But it's so weird." she almost cried. "Shh, it's ok." I pushed her onto her back and half lay on her and kissed her deeply. She hesitated a moment, then gave herself to it, and I felt her arms wrap around me, her hand on my head as we kissed, our tongues pushing and twirling, our mouths wide. I pulled away breathless, and we gazed at each other. "Did it feel good?" I asked. "Uh ... well, it kinda hurt a lot at first. But yea, once I got used to it, it fell really good." "It looked so cool, when it first went it you -- your whole butt hole was all like pushed in, and then it popped right in and your butt hole was all stretched around it!" "Yea, that hurt a lot when it first popped in. It felt so big, especially at first. Then when I was sliding in and out it felt even better!" "Yea, that was cool -- but I stopped watching when the poop was leaking out." "Yea, that was pretty gross." she mumbled, looking down again "You probably think I'm a freak." "Uh uh" I pulled her chin up and kissed her. "I bet it did feel good -- I touch my butt hole in the bath sometimes, so I know that feels good." I replied. "I just never though of sticking something in it before." I added. "You don't think I'm a freak?" I shrugged "I thought for sure you thought I was a freak after I kissed and licked your kitty last time. So, maybe we're both freaks." She smiled at that "That was so awesome!" "I'm not sure if that's better or worse then letting a boy put their penis in your butt hole." I laughed. "Well, it's not as messy." Christy replied, wrinkling her nose. "You got poop all over his penis!" I gasped "I don't think I'll ever want it in my mouth again after that!" "Yea, he'll have to wash it pretty good." "I don't think Ben knows how to wash that good!" We both cracked up at that. "Do you think he's going to think I'm a freak now?" Christy asked, concerned. "I dunno - it sure seemed like he was having fun too." "Yea, but still..." "Does it matter? Besides, he's a boy. He's already weird and gross all the time anyway. He probably thinks it was really cool to have his penis in your butt." "I guess..." she replied doubtfully. "Besides, that's not the real problem." "Huh - what's the real problem?" "He's gonna want to do it to me now!" Christy laughed "Well, you should try it! It really did feel good in my butt Emmy." "Now you sound like my mom!" I laughed. "But it's to gross and messy. He'll have to be happy with my vagina." "Christy snorted "Now you sound like my mom!" and we both cracked up. "But seriously..." she continued "do you think you're going to do it with him again?" "I dunno ... it really was so cool having it in my kitty. But Ben can be such a jerk." "Well, maybe now you have some leverage - be nice or no pussy!" Christy said with a huge grin "But that only works if he wants it more then you do." she added. I slugged her in the shoulder for that, but was giggling too. Christy tried to stifle a yawn behind her hand "I wanted to do more stuff with you tonight Emmy, but I'm just to tired now. I'm sorry." "Yea, I know. I can hardly keep my eyes open at all." I replied, and kissed her lips. We made out for a little while, then fell asleep in each others arms, our legs tangled together. I woke up with a start, forgetting where I was and why someone was with me for a moment. I guess we had moved around during the night because Christy was snuggled up behind me now. I felt her soft breath on my ear, snoring gently, and her warm body against mine from my neck to the back of my thighs, her hand on my chest. The room seemed a little brighter, so maybe the sun was coming up already. And I felt cool where Christy wasn't warming me - in the dim light I saw that the blanket was a mess and not really covering us. And my shirt was rucked up to the middle of my belly, so my bottom was all bare. I reached back and felt that Christy was also, so her bare front was against my bare butt. It felt delicious and naughty and I wiggled my butt deeper against her. I didn't want to wake Christy, but I didn't want to fall asleep and have someone look in on us like this. So I untangled myself from her a bit and sat up to reach the blanket and get it straightened out and over us. "Huh ... whaaa?" Christy groaned. "Shh ... sorry. Just need to straighten out the blanket before someone looks in and sees our bare butts." "Oh, uh sure" she slurred sleepily. "Go back to sleep." I kissed her cheek as I lay down in front of her again, pulling the thin blanket up over our shoulders. Christy grunted and kissed the back of my neck as she wrapped her arm around me again. She found my nipple through my shirt and played with it a little, but I guess we both fell asleep again, because I don't remember anything else until I woke up again to a bright room and someone banging around in the kitchen. "Hey sleepy" Christy whispered in my ear. Her hand was stroking my hip and thigh and it felt so nice. Now I wished we were up in my room with my door closed (but not locked -- I have to ask daddy about that) instead of a few feet away from whoever was making noise in the kitchen. Probably mommy ... no definitely mommy, as I heard her start singing something to herself. I couldn't make out the words. "Hey" I replied "that's nice." and I wiggled back against Christy. She kissed behind my ear and moved her hand to my belly. I flinched a little "That tickles!" Which, of course, made her try to tickle me "Stop!!" I shushed urgently as I tried to stifle my giggles. She did - maybe understanding that the longer we could stay quiet the longer we might have together. Her hand was now on my lower belly, just below my hip bone. She rubbed more firmly, so it felt good but didn't tickle. Her hand slipped further down, but with my legs curled up she couldn't get very far. Understanding what she wanted, I lifted my upper leg a bit to give her access and she slipped her hand down to the top of my smooth kitty crack, cupping my kitty in her warm soft hand. "Mmm" I groaned quietly, and turned my head to kiss her. She got up on her elbow a bit to make that work. I felt her trying to get her finger into my slit, but it felt like my kitty was dry and kind of sticky so she couldn't really. I reached down and put my hand over hers - it felt so good just having her touching me there, between my legs, as we kissed. Just then the back corner of the blanket fort roof was lifted, flooding us with bright light and mommy's cheery face. "Good morning girls!" We both jumped and broke our kiss. Christy yanked her hand out from between my legs as I dropped my knee. "Mommy!" I cried out, blinking in the sudden brightness. Christy tried to roll away from me, but we were deep in the beanbag. "You girls look so sweet, all cuddled up! What do you want for breakfast?" "Mommy!" "Ok, ok ... but let's get moving." she replied, dropping the corner of the blanket "What do you want for breakfast?" "Uhm ... do we have blueberries?" "Sure, I just saw them." "Blueberry pancakes please." I mumbled. "Ok!" she replied brightly "Go get cleaned up." Christy and I lay there stunned. "Do you think she saw us ... kissing?" Christy whispered. "Yea, definitely." I replied, a heavy pit in my stomach. "Oh shit." she replied. "Uh huh" "She didn't seem mad though." "Yeah, but still..." I felt like I was going to be sick "we better get moving." "Sure." We struggled out of the pit in the beanbag - Christy playfully grabbed my bare butt, but I was to worried to play now. "Where are my panties?" Christy whispered. "Uh ... I dunno. Mine are up in my room." "Shit" she started moving the blankets and pillows around looking for them. "Where did you take them off?" "I don't remember." she replied, still looking. I didn't either - so much had happened last night. I helped her look. "Are you girls up?" Mommy called from the kitchen. "Yeah, uh, yeah, we're up." I called back. "I gotta pee." I whispered to Christy, as I turned and headed toward the entrance by the TV. "Help me look!" But the feeling was more urgent now that I thought about it "Uh ... I really gotta go. I'll come back." "Yeah, ok." she replied, frustrated. I crawled out of the fort - the cool, fresh air felt good on my bare skin. I didn't realize how warm and stuffy it was in there. But Now I urgently had to pee and darted down the hall to the downstairs bathroom. I hiked up my shirt and sat down quickly on the toilet - it's good the seat was down, I didn't even look! Then released with a wave of relief as my warm pee gushed from my kitty slit and splashed in the potty loudly. I finished, then spread my legs to wipe, holding my shirt up with my other hand. I dropped the toilet paper and looked down between my skinny legs at my now spread lips. My bump looked bigger then I remembered it being - I brushed it with my finger tip and felt a small warm rush of pleasure. I wondered if mommy or daddy would be able to tell I'd been doing stuff when they gave me a bath next time. Well, I guess they knew I was doing stuff - after the thing with the candle and the toys daddy gave me. I slipped my finger down further and rolled my hips and felt around my vagina hole. It was to dry to put my finger in now, but it definitely felt bigger then before. I could just say it was daddy's toys if they noticed, I guess. I rubbed a little more, looking at my kitty when knocks on the door startled me. "Yea?" "I gotta go too Emmy!" Christy replied urgently. "Oh ... yeah, sure." I got up and dropped my shirt, turned to wash my hands in the sink quickly. I opened the door, and Christy was just outside with her legs squeezed together and her hand pressed against her lower belly. "Did you find them?" I whispered. She shook her head no and dashed in, slamming the door behind her. I heard her pee splashing in the potty faster then I thought she could get to it. I went back to the living room and was about to go back in the fort to look some more when mommy called to me. "Emmy, can you watch the pancakes? I hear Petey waking up." I didn't hear anything - I think mom's have bat ears. I wonder what else she heard. "Uh ... sure." I replied, and turned toward the kitchen. The pit in my stomach returning as I remembered what she saw. I couldn't look at her face as I entered the kitchen. "Thanks sweety. Did you and Christy have fun last night?" she asked, with kind of a knowing tone. "Uh, yea sure." I mumbled, taking the spatula from her, still not looking at her. "You ok baby? What's up?" "I'm fine" I replied, turning to the stove. "Hey..." her hand on my shoulder, turning me toward her "what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'm fine!" I insisted. She crouched down to my eye level and lifted my chin so I was looking at her. "What?" I grouched. "It's ok sweety." she said gently, and gave me a kiss on the lips, lingering briefly. "It's ok." almost a whisper. "Uh ... sure." She let go of my chin and straightened up, turning from the stove. "Those are about ready to flip - don't burn them! Did you wash your hands?" "Yeah." "Ok, I'll be down once I get Petey going." "Sure." I heard him now, crying halfheartedly as he woke up. Mommy headed for the living room, and I saw Christy leaning against the corner at the hall. "Morning Christy!" Mommy called out, and brushed her hand on Christy's cheek as she went by. "Morning Aunty." Christy replied as Mommy went up the stairs. Christy rushed to the kitchen. "What did she say?" "Uh ... nothing. Just that it was 'ok'". "Huh ... but you're sure she saw us kissing?" "Yea, I'm pretty sure she didn't miss that." "She doesn't seem mad though." "No ... I guess she couldn't tell where your hand was." I started flipping the pancakes on the griddle -- messed up one of them. "She was nice to me too." "Yeah. Did you find your panties?" "Uh uh -- they must be up in your room." "Are you sure?" "I couldn't find them in the fort." "You should go look upstairs then." "Yeah, ok." She turned to go just as Ben came crashing down the stairs in his PJs. "Hey, mom said you're making pancakes!" he called out as he came into the kitchen. I saw Christy's face get red and she kind of hurried past him without looking at him or saying anything. "Yeah -- with blueberrys." I replied, scooping one off the griddle and trying to watch Christy. She turned to look back at us from the stairs, biting her lip, before continuing up. "What's up with her?" Ben asked, worried "Is she mad about ... you know ... last night?" "She just feels weird about it I think." I replied quietly, not really looking at him either. I scooped another spoon of batter onto the griddle. "But ... well ... she seemed ok with it last night." Ben stammered. "Yeah, but that was then. It feels different now." I mumbled, toying with the spatula. "Uhm, ok. Do you feel weird about it too?" "I dunno. Kind of, I guess." I looked up at him "Just don't be a jerk Ben." Daddy was coming down the stairs now also, so we couldn't talk more. He was in a good mood as he swept into the kitchen. "Hey, you guys have a good time last night!?" He tousled Ben's hair and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head. His hand trailed down my back and hip as he turned to the coffee machine and I felt a cool breeze around my legs and bottom and suddenly felt totally naked in just my thin shirt that didn't even come halfway down my thighs and no panties. I felt sure he could tell I was naked under the shirt. But if he could he didn't let on. "Yea, it was cool!" Ben replied "I can't believe Christy never saw Princess Bride before." "And she still hasn't!" I thought to myself. "How about you bug?" Daddy asked, grabbing a mug from the cabinet "Don't burn those!" "Uh, yea ... it was fun." I stammered as I tried to get another pancake off the griddle, totally flustered at my apparent nakedness. I felt my face getting hot and I stood with my thighs tight together and my back to the table. "Where is Christy?" "She went upstairs to change." "But her clothes are on the bench in there." "Oh -- I guess she forgot that she got changed down here last night. Ben, can you do this?" I asked shoving the spatula at him "I'll go take them up to her." I said, relieved at a chance to get my naked butt out of here. "Uh, I can take them up." "I got it!" I turned for the door, but just then Christy came back down the stairs. "I left my clothes down here." "Yea, we were just talking about that." daddy replied "Why don't you just come have pancakes with us first. There's a few ready." "Ok, sure!" Christy replied brightly. I couldn't tell if she had found her panties or not. Mommy's skeleton T shirt was longer and thicker then mine. "Uh ... ok sure." "You ok Emmy?" Daddy asked "Your face looks red." "Yea, I'm fine." "Ok, well grab some plates while you're up." "Ok, sure." I turned to the cupboard over the counter and opened it to get the plates down from the second shelf. It was pretty high for me, and I had to stretch on tip toes to get them. I realized my mistake in an instant as I felt a cool breeze across my butt cheeks. In reaching up for the plates, I had pulled my shirt up over my bare butt. I froze, still on tiptoes reaching into the cabinet and looked back over my shoulder. Christy's hand was over her mouth. Daddy was staring at me. I suddenly felt sick -- like throwing up sick. Stood up normally and smoothed my shirt back down. I leaned back on the counter facing them -- at least Ben seemed oblivious, making pancakes -- and felt the tears rolling hot down my cheeks. "Emily, why aren't you wearing panties?" Daddy asked quietly. "I ... I just ... " I was sobbing now and couldn't talk and didn't know what to say anyway. So I ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me and collapsing onto my bed, face buried in my pillow. My whole body shook as I sobbed. Soon there was tapping at my door. "Emmy, it's me." I heard Christy say. "Can I come in?" I couldn't answer, and after asking again, the door cracked open and she slipped in, closing the door. I heard mommy in the hall asking what all the noise was, and daddy's heavier footsteps on the stairs. Christy didn't say anything. She pulled a blanket up over me and then sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my back as I cried. "Emmy, can I come in baby?" I heard the door crack open again "What's going on?" I was still crying to hard and didn't know what to say anyway. I heard the door click shut and the bed shifted as she sat down on it also, and then I felt her hand on my leg through the blanket. I heard Petey fuss a little, so she must be holding him. "Emmy sweety, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly. "Christy, what happened? What's going on?" "Well, uh..." "Yes?" "Uh ... Emmy's dad saw that she ... uhh..." "That she what honey?" I felt Christy stiffen - I wanted to scream. "That she isn't wearing panties." "Emmy, " she said sharply "why aren't you wearing ... oh." she finished quietly. Christy was crying softly now too. "I'm so sorry Aunty Julie" "Oh ... I see." Mommy said gently "It's ok baby, shhh shhh shhh." Their weight shifted on the bed. Mommy kept making soothing sounds but didn't say anything else while Christy cried. I slowly got my body under control and stopped sobbing, but kept my face buried in the pillow. "It's ok girls, really. It's ok." Mommy murmured. "Come on Emmy ... let's sit up and talk sweety." I pulled my tear streaked face out of the pillow and looked up. Mommy and Christy were sitting on the edge of my bed. Mommy had her arm around Christy's shoulder and was looking back at me and gave me a little smile. Christy was looking at the floor. I rolled over and sat up against the wall, wiping my nose on the shoulder of my shirt and rubbing my eyes. "Ok, let me sit over here and get Petey going again." She stood up and moved to my desk chair - daddy's old worn-out roll-around chair. I saw that she was awkwardly cradling Petey against her other shoulder. She was wearing her flannel dressing gown, and it was unbuttoned to down below her boobies - I guess she was nursing Petey. She pulled the gown aside exposing her big nipple and shifted Petey to it and he latched right on to resume his breakfast. Christy had looked up and was staring. "That's so cool Aunty." she said quietly. Mommy smiled in return and settled back into the chair. There was a knock at the door, and daddy poked his head in "Everything ok?" "Yeah Ron, I got this." Daddy looked over at me briefly and closed the door. "So, I saw you girls kissing this morning..." Christy looked away "which I thought was very sweet." mommy added as she put her hand on Christy's knee and gave her a gentle smile. "But I guess it's gone further then that, since Emmy lost her panties somehow last night?" Nobody said anything. Christy was looking at the floor again. "Unless there's another explanation? Girls?" she prompted. I shook my head slightly side to side. "Ok, thank you Emmy." Christy looked back at me and I just shrugged at her. "Uh ... yeah." Christy mumbled, looking at the floor again. Mommy put her hand on Christy's knee again "It's ok sweety. Both of you, it's ok." "Really?" Christy asked. "Uh huh, really. I mean, as long as you both wanted to. It seemed like you were both ok with things this morning." Mommy said with a big grin. Christy and I both nodded. "Ok, good." she smiled at us. "As you're both ok with it, I don't see a problem." "But..." Christy mumbled. "But what honey?" "I ... I dunno. I just thought you'd be mad." Christy replied. "You know - cuz we're just kids. And both girls." "Well, you are both pretty little - I'm a little surprised at that I guess. But I know Emmy does it for herself." I felt myself getting red "But I've told her that it's ok. I guess I don't think there's anything wrong with doing it together either." "Uh ... ok" Christy replied. She looked back at me with a look of kind of confused relief. I just shrugged again. "That's what you were doing, right? Making each other feel good?" "Yeah" I said quietly. "And did it?" "Huh?" "Did it feel good?" she smiled. "Uh ... yeah." I replied quietly. "For both of you?" she added, looking at Christy. "Uh huh." "Ok, good! I'm glad you can do that for each other." "Wow" Christy breathed, looking up again. "You girls feel ok about this? Do you have any questions?" "I ... uh ... never mind." Christy said shyly. "What sweety?" "Nothing." Petey sneezed just then and yawned a little and you could see mommy's wet nipple for a second before he took it in his mouth again. We all giggled a little at that, and the mood felt a little lighter. "No, what is it sweety? It's ok." "Well ... uh ... I ... uh ... I still have a hymen." "Ok." "Well ... Emmy doesn't. And ... and I can put my finger up inside her. And it's so cool." "Oh, I see." mommy replied a little awkwardly. "So, what can I do?" "I ... well, someday it will get broken." "Like Emmy did riding her bike?" "Uh ... yeah, like that." mommy replied giving me a weird smile. "But I ride my bike all the time." Christy complained. "Well, there are other ways that it can happen too." "Like what?" "A boy could do it ... with his penis." I added quietly. "Well, yeah ... but I don't think Christy is ready for that." Mommy replied and I had to keep from giggling. "So how else?" Christy asked. "Uh ... well you could do it yourself ... with your finger or something." she replied "Or ... or I guess Emmy could do it for you." "She ... she tried. But it hurt to much." "Well, maybe you're not ready yet then baby." "But I'm older then Emmy!" "Uh huh. But everyone has to go at their own speed sweety." Christy looked doubtful about that. "Is there a hole in it?" Mommy asked "You could try stretching it out I guess. Just don't get anything stuck in there." I couldn't hold back my giggle this time and mommy gave me a look. "I ... I think so." "You're not sure?" Christy shook her head. I knew there was a small hole, but I still didn't feel comfortable revealing just how well I knew Christy's kitty. Mommy bit her lip and thought for a moment. "Would you like me to look for you sweety?" she asked quietly. "I ... uh ... yeah, ok." Mommy seemed to think about it some more. "Ok, sure honey. Emmy, can you hold Petey for me?" She gently pulled him off her nipple and stood up. "Ok, sure." She handed him to me and I cuddled him against me. He nuzzled my flat chest looking for a nipple. I suddenly wondered what it would feel like to let him suck on my own nipple and felt a hot flush imagining it. But he probably wouldn't even notice my tiny pointy little nipple. I gave him my pinky finger instead, which he greedily sucked on. "Ok honey, go ahead and lay back." Mommy pushed gently on Christy's shoulder as she knelt down in front of her. Christy lay back so her head was next to my hip and looked up at me with worry on her face, She reached up and I took her hand and she held it against her cheek. Mommy lifted the hem of the skeleton T shirt "Oh - no panties for you either." "I can't find them." Christy replied nervously. Mommy laughed a little. "Ok, now just pull your knees up to your chest." mommy instructed quietly, Christy did, letting go of my hand to hold her legs behind her knees. She was completely spread open - her puffy lips split apart and pulled almost flat. Her clitty bump stuck out at the start of the pinkness between soft folds of her inner lips. Mommy was kneeling between her legs. Her gown was still open, and I could see her nipples and milk swollen boobies hanging there. She put her hands on the back of Christy's thighs, which made her jump a little. "Ok sweety, I'm just going to take a closer look here." Mommy murmered, so quietly I could barely hear her. She slid her hands down to Christy's kitty, and used her thumbs to pull her open more at the bottom. "You have such a pretty kitty Christy." Mommy said, a little louder. Christy was looking up at me and didn't reply. Mommy leaned in closer, and was poking at the bottom of Christy's kitty. She leaned in really close, while she pressed harder with her finger, and Christy groaned a little. "Ok, baby, I see it. It looks just like Emmy's did. And right here..." She poked "is a little hole in your hymen. Here, give me your hand." Christy let go of her right leg and reached down to her kitty. Mommy took her finger and guided it to her hymen. "There, you feel that ... the little hole." "Uh huh" "Well, you could try stretching that out sweety. Or you could break it yourself, with your finger or something." Mommy was rubbing her finger gently in Christy's kitty crack now, and I could see her bump getting bigger. Her face was still really close - it almost looked like she was smelling her. "It will happen when you're ready. It will probably hurt - but not to much or for to long. Right Emmy?" "Uh, yeah." I replied, still entranced by mommy kneeling between Christy's legs, her face almost in her kitty. And then she leaned in the rest of the way, and kissed Christy right at the bottom of her kitty, her nose on her bump. Not long, but more then a peck, Christy jumped a little at the contact. "Ok sweety, your beautiful kitty is just perfect." mommy smiled at her and sat back on her heels, then stood up. She reach for Christy's hand and helped her sit up. "Did he fall asleep again?" she asked me, looking at Petey. I wasn't even paying attention to him - he was still sucking my pinky a little, but his eyes were closed. "Yeah, I think so." Mommy sighed "He only finished one side." she grumbled, as she reached into her gown and squeezed the boobie that Petey hadn't nursed. "They can get kind of sore if there's to much milk." "Want to see?" she grinned at Christy. "Uh ... sure." Mommy pulled her gown back some more, then squeezed and pulled behind her puffy nipple. Big beads of milk appeared like magic, then flowed together and dripped off the end. "Wow, that's so cool." Christy replied quietly, her eyes fixed on mommy's leaking nipple as she squeezed out some more. "Here." Mommy offered Christy a drip of milk on her finger tip, and she licked it off. "You like it?" "Uh, yeah kind of." Just then the door slammed open and Ben yelled "Emmy, dad says we have to take the fort down now!" Mommy whipped her gown closed and Ben froze when he saw we were all in there. "Ben, don't you ever open your sisters door without knocking and being invited in, do you understand?" Mommy yelled. "Y yyyes" he stammered, eyes wide. "Never!" "Ok" he mumbled. "Get out and close the door." "But Emmy has to help..." "She will, but close the door." Ben did as he was told, looking at the 3 of us (and Petey, sleeping through the noise) as he backed out. "Mommy, I need a lock! It's not fair, he does this all the time. Christy has a lock on her door." "Ok, ok ... I'll talk to daddy about it." Mommy looked pretty flustered about how close she came to getting caught looking at Christy's kitty. "So, everyone ok now?" she added. "Uh ... please don't tell my mom Aunty." Christy pleaded. Mommy thought about it a moment. "Ok, I won't. But I'm pretty sure she'd be ok with it too." "How do you know? "I ... well, I just know, ok?" "Just don't tell her please." "Ok, I won't. Now why don't you run down and get some pancakes? I want to talk to Emmy a minute." "Ok, sure." Christy got up from the bed a little reluctantly, and looked at me as she went out the door. I wondered if I was still in trouble - just not in front of Christy. Mommy sat next to me on the bed, back against the wall. "You ok baby?" she asked. I leaned forward so she could put an arm around my neck. Her hand was on my chest, and she rubbed it gently while she pulled me close. She smelled of milk. "Yeah." "Ok, good." "You're really not mad?" "No, of course not baby. You're just making each other feel good and no one is getting hurt, right?" "Uh huh." "Then it's ok." We sat there like that a moment, then I got up the nerve. "You kissed Christy on her kitty." "Uh huh." "How come?" "Well, I guess it just looked good enough to eat!" she laughed and gave me a squeeze. "It's ok to kiss someone on their kitty?" I asked. Mommy looked at me a moment "Did you kiss Christy's kitty?" I just nodded, looking down. "A lot or just a little ... like I did." "A ... a lot, I guess." "Oh wow. Yes sweety, it's fine. You know, awhile ago, how we talked about there being different kinds of sex?" "Yeah." "Well, that's another type of sex that people do. It's called oral sex." "So other people do that too - it's not like weird or gross or anything?" "No honey, it's fine. Not everybody does it, but it's not unusual." "Ok" "But I think it is pretty unusual for a couple of 8 year olds to do it. And some people would have a problem with that." she warned. "Yeah" "Did she like it?" "Uh huh - a lot." Mommy laughed "Yea, I bet she did! Did you like it?" "She hasn't done it to me." "I meant, did you like doing it to her?" "Uh ... yea, kind of." Which was a lie - I liked it a lot! "Ok sweety. Well maybe she'll do it for you some day." she squeezed me again. "Uh huh." "Em, do you want to do something for me?" Mommy asked quietly. "Sure, what?" "Well, Petey didn't get to this one before he fell back asleep." she said, stroking her breast. "Could you ... do you want to ... like yesterday?" she asked hesitently. "Oh ... uh ... ok, sure. But won't he want it later?" "He'll get cereal when he wakes up ... and there will be more for him later. I lay Petey down on my pillow and turned to mommy. I kind of lay down on my side, propped on my elbow. She held her boobie out to me and I took her warm swollen nipple into my mouth. I gently sucked on it, squeezed at the base with my lips over my teeth and was rewarded with a mouth full of rich sweet milk. I swallowed it and started up a slow gentle rhythm of sucking, squeezing, pulling and mommy's milk flowed into my eager mouth. I stroked and squeezed her full, firm boobie with my hand as I suckled and nursed with my eyes closed. Mommy sighed and I felt her relax with one hand on my back and the other stroking my hair and face. The moment was warm, and close and perfect, mommy's scent filling my nose with every breath, her warm milk filling my mouth as I suckled. I felt the rest of my stress and fear melting away in my contentment. I was almost falling asleep when mommy gently pushed my face away. "That's enough sweety." "Oh, ok." I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "That was nice honey. Do you like doing it?" "Uh huh." "Remember, you can't tell anyone, ok?" "Uh..." "What?" she asked, worried. "Uh ... Christy kind of figured it out." I replied quietly. "What? How?" "Well, when she first got here yesterday, we were kissing in my room. And she smelled it on my breath, but didn't know what it was...." "But then she burped Petey yesterday, and smelled it on him." she interrupted, and slumped against the wall. "Yeah." "And you told her then?" I just shrugged "I didn't know what else to say." "Sure, yeah ... I get it." "I'm sure she won't tell anyone." "I know sweety - but as you're finding out, it's hard to keep secrets." "Sorry mommy." "I know honey, it wasn't your fault." She got off the bed and buttoned up her gown. "Let's get downstairs and see if there are any pancakes left. I'll try to talk to her." "Ok" I got up too, and put my panties on that were lying on the bed. Mommy smiled at that. Then I picked up Petey - who was starting to fuss again - and followed her out the door. When we got down to the kitchen, it was just Christy at the table finishing up some pancakes and a glass of juice. There were a few left, covered up with a paper towel. Mommy put her hand on top and said they were cold, and she'd microwave them for me. I sat down next to Christy. Petey was awake now, and Christy played at tickling his bare toes, which made him kick and coo happily. He didn't seem distressed at me sharing half his breakfast! Christy looked around, then leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. I wondered if she smelled milk on me again, but she didn't seem to react. The microwave dinged, and mommy took the plate out and split the stack onto another plate for herself and sat down with us. "Did you get enough Christy?" she asked. "I had plenty - they were really good!" Christy gushed. "Ok, good." I sat Petey on my lap and we started eating. Petey kept trying to reach onto my plate, so it was a running fight to keep him out of it and eat myself, which amused Christy. He eventually did get some syrup on his fingers, which he smeared on his face before figuring out that it tasted good and sucking on his fingers. "So..." mommy said quietly, between mouthfuls "Emmy says you figured out that she nursed from my breast yesterday?" looking at Christy. "Uh, yea kind of." Christy mumbled. "Ok ... you understand that that's a very private thing between Emmy and I right?" "I understand." Christy said, looking up to meet mommy's eyes. "I promise I won't ever tell anyone." "Ok, thank you." Mommy replied, and then took another bite, as if they were talking about the weather. I was still trying to keep Petey's hands off my plate - I gave him a pancake crumb, but having tasted the syrup, that's what he wanted now! "Hey, could you hold him a bit?" I asked Christy, who was done eating now. "Sure!" "Get a damp towel for his hands and face first - he's all sticky." Mommy added. "Oh, yeah." Christy got up and went to the sink and wet a paper towel. I pushed back from the table a little and she went to work cleaning Petey up. "Aunty?" she asked, trying to wipe Petey's fingers one by one as he squirmed in my lap. "Uh huh." "Could ... uh ... could I try it?" she asked, without looking up. Mommy kinda froze with the fork halfway to her mouth. I froze too. Christy looked up. "I'm ... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Never mind." she went back to cleaning Petey's fingers with new, almost frantic urgency as color rose in her face. I wondered if she was going to cry. Mommy set down her fork and found her composure after a few seconds. She reached over and took Christy's hand. "Christy honey, it's ok, it's ok, relax. But ... uhm ... let me think about it, ok sweety?" "Uh, yea ... ok." She took Petey from me and sat down again with him on her lap and played with him. Petey ate up the attention and Christy didn't look up at either of us. Mommy and I shared a look - I just shrugged helplessly. We finished our breakfast without much more talking, then Christy and I started cleaning up while mommy put Petey in his high chair and started making him some rice cereal. He was having fun with Christy and didn't want her to leave - I think Christy felt the same way. "I wish I had a cute little baby brother. You're so lucky." she whined. Mommy laughed "Well, you're going to be disappointed there honey - there are no more siblings in your future!" "And remember the diapers." I added. "Oh, yeah." she wrinkled her nose, remembering helping me with the poopy diaper yesterday. Ben and Daddy came in from outside then. "Ok, are you guys ready to take down the fort?" "Yea, as soon as we finish the dishes." I replied, as I scrubbed burnt pancake off the griddle. Then mommy started talking to Ben and daddy about barging into my room again. She was pretty mad about it, and daddy lectured him too. "Ron, Emily really needs a lock on her door." "She doesn't need a lock." Daddy argued "Ben just needs to listen, and have some respect and manners." "Well, until that happens, can she have a lock? She's growing up Ron, and deserves some privacy in her own room when she wants it." It went on like that for awhile - Ben was caught in the middle and I laid low, finishing the dishes. Daddy finally agreed, grumpily, and Ben got hauled outside for some more talking to. "Thanks Mommy." "Of course baby - we should have done that awhile ago." Ben came back looking pretty pouty, but soon the three of us were pulling apart the blanket fort. Folding the sheets and blankets, moving the furniture, putting the cushions back. Ben found Christy's panties wedged down behind the bean bag. He made like he was going to tease her or not give them back, but she slugged him really hard in the shoulder before he even knew what happened and held out her hand with a look that should have turned him to stone. He quickly handed her the panties without a word, and turned away, rubbing his shoulder. Christy looked around quick and flashed me a smile as she stepped in to them and pulled them up right there in the middle of the living room. When we were done, Christy and I went up to my room to get dressed. Mommy said we would be leaving in an hour or so. As soon as I shut the door, I turned to her "Oh my god Christy, what are you doing asking her that??!" "I .. well, she brought it up!" "Yea, but it was supposed to be a secret. She was already upset with me because you figured it out!" "Well, she couldn't have been to upset, since you did it again!" she said with a grin. "Huh?" "I smelled breast milk on your breath again when you came down for breakfast." "Oh ... uh ... yeah. She asked me to do it again." "She asked you? Wow, that's so crazy." "Yeah" I agreed "But it's so nice - being that close with her like that." "Yeah ... it seems really cool. And she gave me that drip. That's why I asked if I could try it too." I felt a sharp pang of jealousy at the thought of Christy nursing with mommy. I didn't think of it as being cool - well I guess I did a little, it was so new and different. But the jealousy was more about the warmth and the closeness and the shared secret. I guess Christy could see something in my face. "But I won't ... if you don't want me too." she added with concern. Now I felt guilty about denying her something she wanted - maybe something she'd never get an opportunity for again. "I ... I dunno. It just seems weird for someone else to do it with her. With my mom." I explained. "Sure I get it. She probably won't say yes anyway." "I dunno." "What else did you talk about after I left?" "Uh ... not much I guess." I replied, thinking back past everything that had happened already that morning. "I ... I uhh did ask her about ... you know, when I licked you down there." "Oh god Emmy, you told her that?" "Well, I felt really weird about doing that. Like it was wrong, or to gross, or not good for you. But then she kissed your kitty ... so I asked why she did that." "Yeah, that surprised me so much. The whole thing, but especially when she kissed me there." "Uh huh" "So what did she say??" "Uh - that you looked good enough to eat!" I giggled. Christy sat there with her mouth open for a bit before the smile came to her face. "Your mom is so weird." "You have no idea!" I thought to myself. "Yea, I know." "But what did she say about ... about you licking me." "Uh ... she said it's called 'oral sex' and lots of people do it." "So, it's ok?" "Yeah - not everyone does it, but it's not bad or anything. But it's unusual for little kids to do it and some people might think that was wrong - so we shouldn't tell anyone." "As if!" she laughed "I guess sucking on a boys dick is oral sex too?" "I guess. I wasn't going to ask that!" Christy was quiet for a bit. She was sitting in my rolly chair with her knees pulled up - I could see her panties pulled tight over her kitty. I was on my bed. "Em?" "Yeah?" "Did you like it?" "Like what?" "When you were licking me ... licking my pussy. It felt so amazing Emmy - I loved it! But was it to gross or disgusting for you?" "Uh uh, I really liked doing it. I mean, I was kind of grossed out in the beginning - you know, pee and stuff." "Then why'd you start?" "I uh ... I was just going to kiss you there - like mommy did. But - I dunno - I just wanted to! I wanted to taste you and touch you and lick you. It's so weird, but when your kitty - your pussy - was right there by my face, I wanted to so bad." "And it wasn't gross?" "Uh uh" We sat quietly a little more. "Could I try doing it to you?" she asked quietly. "I ... uh ... I guess so. Right now?" She shrugged. "Uh, sure. I'd like that." Which was good and all, but awkward. When we did stuff before, it just kind of happened. We were already in bed and messing around somewhat, and then we were doing something more. We didn't talk about it or decide to do it - it just kinda happened. One thing lead to another. But now here we are, in the daylight, and dressed, deciding to do something. And it felt awkward. Christy felt it to, as she got out of the chair and climbed up on the bed. We scooted back so we were sitting against the wall, holding hands. She looked at me and giggled "Now what?" I leaned in and kissed her in reply, and she kissed me back. I let myself slip sideways down the wall and pulled her with me. She got the idea and pushed me the rest of the way and soon she was laying full length on top of me, warm heaviness pushing me into the bed as we made out, her tongue in my mouth, my own toying with it. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight to me. She started kind of moving on top of me - rubbing her body against mine. I wished we were naked, her bare skin against mine, but I didn't want to break our embrace, our kiss, to take our shirts off. My nipples got hard and my shirt rubbing on them was a mix of pleasure and discomfort. Christy continued to move on me as we kissed deeply. I slid my hands down to her butt, feeling it flex as she pushed her body against mine. I gathered up her black skeleton T shirt and pulled it up so I could feel her panty covered butt better, then slid a hand under her shirt and up her back. I guess she liked that, because she knelt for a moment and grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it up to the top of my chest - I lifted my hips to help her. She glanced significantly at the door and I understood why she didn't take it all the way off. She then pulled her own shirt up the same way and lay down on me again to resume our kissing with the bare skin of our chests and bellies now in delicious contact. She tweeked and gently pinched one of my tiny hard nipples between her fingers, which made me groan into her mouth. She pulled away and grinned at me, then ducked her head to suck and kiss my sensitive nipples, which made me flinch. My own hands roamed from her bare shoulder blades down to her panty covered butt and down her thighs. I felt a hot emptiness between my legs, which were tight together, between hers. I pushed a knee out to the side, pushing her leg outward, and then pushed some more. She got it, and moved her leg between mine, then again on the other side. She lay between my legs now, but the empty ache wasn't satisfied. I lifted and spread my knees, feet flat on the bed, as she sucked my nipples. Which felt so good, but not enough, leaving me on the edge of anticipation. Her hips nestled down between my legs now, and I rolled my hips up, arching my butt off the bed, trying to rub my aching kitty on something. Christy left my nipples and grinned at me, then attacked my mouth again, as I pulled her butt, her hips against me, into my crotch, needing something. Christy snaked a hand down between our bodies and, without hesitation, slid it right under the waist of my panties, down between my legs to cup my whole kitty firmly in her hand. I groaned into her mouth and humped my hips up again against her hand. She rubbed her whole hand back and forth over my puffy outer lips a few times, then let a finger slip between them to drag through my wetness until I flinched and jumped when she found my bump. She broke our kiss then - I tried to kiss her, but she pulled away and watched my face as she slid her finger between my slippery soft lips, toying with my bump, slipping a finger tip into my vagina. I wanted her finger inside me, but she just teased around my hole and played with my button, which felt huge. "It's so cool to watch your face." she grinned happily. "Oh god Christy, it feels so good!" She watched me another few moments, then gave me a brief kiss, pulling her hand out of my panties. She stared into my eyes, suddenly serious, then kissed me again, a small peck. Then she slid her body down mine until her head was between my legs, her arms under my thighs, hands on my lower belly. She hooked her fingers into my waistband and I lifted my hips, and pulled my knees up to help her get them off. My feet flat on the bed, knees parted, Christy's face inches from my pussy, staring at it. I pulled a pillow under my head to see better, and felt self conscious as she looked at my pussy. Not touching it or doing anything. Was I gross? Did I smell down there? I thought I saw doubt on her face, and I slid my hand between my legs, cupping myself, feeling my heat and dampness. "You don't have to." Christy jumped a little at my voice. "No, it's not that silly." she smiled "It's just so pretty." as she gently pushed my hand away. Then she leaned in - I put a hand behind my head to see better - and kissed the top of my kitty crack. A soft kiss, I think I felt her warm breath as much as her lips. She looked up at me again, as if seeking permission, but I could only stare back, my chest tight with anticipation. She moved in and kissed again, more firmly, and again, kissing the length of my slit, kissing my puffy lips, their juncture with my thighs. More pressure now, I felt her lips part mine, getting slippery with my wetness now, they slipped between easily. Then finally, tentatively, her tongue was in me. Soft roughness dragging through my crack and over my clitty bump, down to the bottom to probe at my vagina hole. I guess she didn't mind the taste, because she stayed there a bit, licking up the juices flowing from me now. She sucked my inner lips into her mouth, opened wide to cover as much of my pussy as she could, and licking from my hole to my bump. I watched her small blond head bobbing between my legs, delicious sensations almost overwhelming me. I wanted more, I needed more and I pulled my knees up against my chest, pulling my butt up off the bed, spread open as wide as I could for her wonderful lips and tongue. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, my whole being consumed by the intensity of the pleasure and excitement happening between my legs. Christy's hands were on my belly, but she pulled one down now and started probing at my vagina while she licked and sucked at my clitty bump. She teased at my dripping, achingly empty hole, and my hips surged and rolled involuntarily as she poked at it. She finally put the tip in me. Her mouth left my pussy, and I knew, without opening my eyes, that she was watching her finger slide up inside me. I groaned harshly and pulled my legs back tighter, trying impossibly, to open myself even further for her. To soon, her slim, small finger was as deep as it would go. I squeezed on it and felt her flex and bend back and forth inside me in response. Then she stroked it in and out a few times. I heard her murmur "So cool." quietly to herself, and then she put her mouth back in my pussy, licking and sucking as she gently slid her finger in and out of my vagina. I couldn't believe it could feel any better, it had to stop somewhere, right? My stomach muscles were tight, holding my hips up, an open bowl for Christy's mouth. She sucked my clitty bump between her lips - it felt huge. Normally, just a small bump, even when I was excited. Now enough for her to slide into her lips and suck on, lashing it with her tongue as her finger probed deep inside me, hooking up and moving inside my hole. And the dam finally burst, the pleasure and intensity spiking into harsh clenching contractions of bliss as my hips jerked uncontrollably. I felt my vagina clenching and squeezing rhythmically on her finger, still inside me. Frantic fast contractions, hips bucking as my whole body clenched and shook and a keening moan escaped my lips, with my neck arched back. Then gentling, slowing, I was able to savor each contraction. Christy released my clitty and softly kissed closed mouth all over my kitty as my trembling body started to relax - only to be wracked by another spasm. She moved her finger inside me again, triggering another delicious convulsion, moving it in and out, her mouth not on me anymore and I knew again that she was watching her finger going in and out of my hole. She brushed my button again - I jumped and moved my hand to cover the to sensitive nub. My kitty was so wet - from my own juices I guess, and her spit. But my whole area between my legs was completely wet and slippery. I felt lower, and touched her finger, moving gently in my vagina, felt where it entered my body. My heaving chest was slowing, my breathing returning to normal and I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling. My other hand found Christy's face and I stroked her cheek. I lifted my head to see her smiling up at me from between my legs, her face wet and glistening from nose to chin, cheek to cheek. "Oh my god Christy." I gasped, my chest still heaving a bit. "Did I do it good?" "Oh my god." was all I could answer. I let my legs down and held my arms out, beckoning her up to me. She grinned and planted one more warm, wet, lingering kiss on my kitty, her tongue teasing my hole. Then she crawled up on top of me again, her legs between mine. Her silky panties felt sticky in my wetness. "Did I do it good?" she asked again. "Oh Christy, that was so incredible!" I lifted my head to kiss her, and she kind of turned her face away. "I need to wash my face!" she laughed. "It's all sticky!" "No, it's ok." She turned back and kissed me, her lips slippery with my juices, the warm musky smell I've learned to associate with arousal heavy about her. I can't say that I really tasted myself on her lips. I don't think pussy juices have much taste, at least from my experience in licking Christy's or my fingers after playing with myself, or now kissing Christy. I think it's more of a texture - a creamy smoothness on her lips. And that warm, earthy smell. It added another level to our kissing to smell my arousal on her, feel the wetness and just know where her face was. Or maybe it was just the afterglow from my powerful orgasm. But, at least to me, we seemed to have a more powerful emotional connection then before, as we gently kissed. After awhile she rolled off me, and we lay side by side, face to face holding each other. Both of us had these huge goofy grins. "Did you like it? Doing it?" I whispered. She paused a moment "Uh ... yea, it was cool!" she replied "I thought it was going to be gross, even though you said it wasn't. It was hard to get started - but I figured I owed you..." "You didn't have to." I interrupted, but she talked over me. "But once I started, it was so cool! Especially the way you reacted." "I never felt anything like that. It felt so good." I replied earnestly. "Even doing it with Ben?" "Yeah. But that was so different." "How about you? Did you like Ben putting it in your butt more? Or me licking you?" I added. "Definitely you!" she giggled "I mean, it was cool what I did with Ben, and it felt good. But it didn't feel nearly as good as your mouth!" I grinned even bigger and we kissed some more. "Do you want me to do it to you again?" I asked. "Uhm ... do you think we have time?" "I don't know." I tried to look over her shoulder at the clock on my desk, but it was turned away. "I mean, I do!" she giggled "I reaaallllyy do! But I don't think we have much time left." Just then there was a gentle tapping at the door. So quiet I wasn't sure I heard it until they tapped again. Christy and I sat up quickly and pulled our shirts down to our thighs again, sitting side by side against the wall. "Yeah?" I replied loudly. "It's mommy Em, can I come in?" "Oh ... uh, sure." She slipped in the door quietly, closing it behind her. "You girls aren't dressed yet?" "Uh ... no. I thought we still had time." I replied. "Sure, I just thought you'd be dressed. But we have to get going soon." She looked at us sitting on the bed as she leaned against the door, a big smile on her face. "Are you having fun?" "Huh ... yeah, sure." I replied "We're just talking and stuff." Christy added. "Just talking, huh?" she smirked. "What?" "Oh, I just think there was more then talking." she replied, arms crossed on her chest. I felt the color rising in my neck and cheeks, but I wasn't really scared. Mommy seemed ok that we were doing stuff, but it still felt awkward that she knew. "Just talking, really!" Christy protested. "Mmm hmm" mommy smirked "Suuuurrre, just talking." I gave up "How do you always know?" I asked, exasperated. "Well, your panties are off again." I followed her gaze to where they lay on the bed. "And the look on your face tells me something happened." she continued. "But really, it's because the whole room smells like sex." she finished, with a huge smile. "Was it good?" "Uh ... yeah, it was really nice." I glanced at Christy, who was really totally completely red now. "Good, I'm so glad." She came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Christy?" "Yes Aunty?" she replied, not meeting her gaze. "Relax Christy, it's ok, really." "Uh... yeah, sure." she replied, and turned to face mommy a little more. "Do you still want to try nursing sweety?" "I ... uh ..." she looked over to me questioningly. I nodded and whispered "Go ahead." but felt that pit of jealousy in my belly again. Mommy watched the exchange without a word. "Uh, sure. I'd like that." "Ok" Mommy shifted onto the bed and we moved aside to let her sit between us. "Go ahead and open my blouse." she instructed quietly. Christy got to her knees and began working the pearl buttons on mommy's white linen blouse until it was all the way open, and mommy was bare down to her belly button except for the white bra covering her big boobies. It was hard to remember mommy with small boobies, before Petey. Mommy reached up and undid the front clasp herself, and pulled the stiff cups aside, baring both pale white breasts and thick brown nipples. "Go ahead honey, take it in your mouth." she said, as she squeezed it a little and small drops of milk appeared. "Just cover your teeth with your lips." "Yeah, ok." Christy whispered back, staring at her chest. She glanced over at me - I had moved a little to see better - then bent to take the tip of mommy's nipple between her lips." "Take all of it honey." mommy encouraged. Christy took more of it, until her lips were against the firm dimpled brown skin of mommy's breast. "Yea, that's it. Now go ahead and suck and squeeze on it." I could mostly only see the top of Christy's blond head, so I moved a little more, kneeling next to mommy so I could look down on her sucking on mommy's nipple. Mommy put her arm around my waist and smiled at me, then looked down at Christy too. "That's nice sweety. Go ahead and suck harder, you won't hurt me." I saw Christy's cheeks hollow as she followed mommy's instructions. "That's it baby." mommy encouraged, her other hand stroking Chrity's face. She said that, but I thought I saw her wince a little. "Does that hurt mommy?" "No sweety." But she saw some doubt on my face and continued. "Well, sometimes it hurts a little. But not much and ... and I guess I think it's worth it." Christy had a slow rhythm of cheeks hollowing, then throat swallowing going on now, with her eyes closed. Her hand was resting on mommy's boobie now, stroking and kneading the firm skin. I had seen Petey do that too. It looked so weird to see Christy nursing instead of him. I mean, it was kind of cool, but it felt pretty weird too. "You ok Em?" I turned away from staring at Christy nursing to look at mommy. "Yea, I'm fine." I mumbled. "Are you jealous sweety?" she asked, concerned. I just shook my head, biting my lip. But I guess she saw it on my face. "Oh honey, I'm sorry. I guess I should have talked to you first." She frowned, and hugged me tighter. "But maybe, if you want, you could share?" she added, nodding toward her other boobie. Christy had opened her eyes, and now let go of mommy's nipple. It hung there long, wet and swollen as she rolled on to her back with her head in mommy's lap. "It would be so cool to see you do it too." she said quietly, looking up at me. Everything felt weird now - Christy knowing I did it, watching Christy do it, being called out for jealousy ... and now Christy wanting to watch. Part of me just wanted to hide away somewhere. But another part didn't want to leave mommy alone with Christy either. But now it was to awkward to just watch and it felt like everyone would feel bad if it stopped. "Ok" I whispered. Mommy didn't say anything. She just reached across her body and lifted her heavy boobie a little, offering her nipple to me. I lay down on my side, propped on my elbow, my lips by her nipple. I glanced down at Christy, who was looking at me wide eyed, head tilted back comically on mommy's lap. I giggled nervously and she smiled a little. Then I did it. With my cousin watching and mommy's hand rubbing my shoulder, I opened wide and took the whole nipple into my mouth. I sucked and squeezed and pulled on it harder then I had before. I don't know why - jealousy, frustration? I don't know - it was like I was showing Christy that it was mine I guess. But mommy flinched pretty hard and sucked in her breath and suddenly I felt so so terrible. I let go of her nipple and buried my face in her soft belly. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." I mumbled as I felt the hot tears coming. Mommy stroked my hair and I felt Christy sit up. "Shhh, it's ok sweety, it's ok baby." That was all for a bit - mommy comforting me and stroking my hair, me feeling bad. I finally cried it out and sat up. "I'm sorry mommy." "it's ok Emmy, really." "Did I hurt you?" "No honey ... well, not any more then Petey does with his teeth sometimes. Really, it's ok." I looked at her nipples, both wet and swollen, drips of milk on them. The one I had taken didn't look any different then the other one. "You sure?" I asked doubtfully. "Uh huh ... I think you more surprised me then anything. You were always so gentle before." "Sorry." I replied, eyes downcast. "Do you want to try again?" I did. I guess I wanted to show her that I was gentle, that I didn't want to hurt her. I nodded wordlessly. "Ok" she pulled me toward her. I lay down again, curled up on my side, and gently took her nipple this time. Closing my lips on it, but not squeezing or sucking - just rolling my tongue around the thick rubbery teet, tasting the oozing milk. Mommy let out her breath, but now it felt more like a sigh of relief, contentment and I felt her relax, her hand on my neck. I played with her nipple a little more, then started suckling at it and was rewarded with the warm creamy taste of mommy's milk flooding my mouth. I fell into a rhythm of sucking, squeezing, pulling swallowing, with my mouth, my face buried, pushing into mommy's firm warm boobie. And again, I felt the stress and tension melt away to contentment. After a bit, I felt the bed shift and Christy's head bumped mine a little and I knew that she was suckling mommy's other boobie with our heads touching. Mommy said something really quietly that I couldn't make out, but she sounded happy as she stroked my hair and face. I wondered what it looked like - two big kids, long red hair, long blond hair, suckling on her boobies. Mommy was humming a tune I didn't recognize, and I kind of lost track of time I think. Eyes closed, lost in the suckling rhythm. I could hear Christy next to me swallowing, breathing through her nose. Our heads bumped again as she shifted a little. Mommy's hand was stroking my hair and neck and shoulder, a firm warm touch down my side to my hip and thigh. I realized my nighty shirt had ridden up again when I felt her warm hand on my butt cheek, but I didn't care. Mommy was running out of milk, at least on my side. And my mouth was getting tired of sucking. So I let go of her nipple and lay my head down in her lap and snuggled closer, pulling my knees up more. Christy was still nursing. Mommy's hand felt good on my butt cheek. She stroked it down the back of my thigh, then up the side of my leg to my hip bone. Slowly, in a big warm circle, and I felt myself drift to sleep. I tried to stay awake, but it was so warm and cozy. Then I felt Mommy's fingertips lightly trace down my butt crack to the bottom of my kitty. I realized I must still be pretty wet and slippery down there from Christy licking me earlier, because mommy's finger tip slipped right between my lips and into my vagina hole a little. She stroked in and out slowly and gently and only the tip. I wondered again if she could tell that I'd done sex with Ben, but it felt really nice and that's the last thing I remembered before I fell asleep.