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Both Keith and her mother looked up at Melissa as she strode into the kitchen. They looked so suddenly guilty and uncomfortable that the seventh-grade girl had to stifle a giggle; their hooded glances and nervous laughs were almost worth the misery they'd just made her suffer. Almost.
"Hi, sweetheart," said her mother with strained joviality. "You sure took a long shower. Are you ready for some breakfast?"
"Breakfast would be great," Melissa admitted, her stomach growling in agreement. She pulled out her usual chair and sat down, pouring herself a generous portion of cereal before adding, "I thought you wouldn't mind if I took my time in the shower this morning. Why? Did you miss me?"
"Yeah, I did," her mother said, her voice strangely tight. Her eyes had a deep green cast to them and they penetrated Melissa disquietingly. "I thought about you a lot."
"Really?" the redheaded girl retorted skeptically, "With my lovely brother here to keep you company?"
Her mother looked up sharply, a flush creeping over her cheeks. Melissa was interested to notice that her brother suddenly seemed exceedingly interested in his own bowl of cereal, staring down into it with an unreadable expression.
Margaret was suddenly filled with doubts could her daughter actually have some inkling about what had been going on? She resolved not to underestimate the girl's perceptiveness in the future and realized that she'd been foolish to think that she could keep having an affair with her son for long without Melissa catching on. Keith would probably remain completely unaware of her sexual relationship with his sister, but her daughter was cut from the same cloth as she was. She was tempted to admit the whole thing and get it over with, but decided that, since Melissa hadn't actually made any overt accusations, she was probably just a bit suspicious and was fishing for confirmation.
So instead, Margaret went to her girl and hugged her warmly, saying only, "I love both my lovely children and think about you both all the time."
Melissa almost laughed aloud at her mother's deft performance. Had it not been for the fact that she'd witnessed her mother and brother's incestuous fornication with her own eyes and could still smell the powerful scent of sex that permeated the room she might have actually been mollified. As it was, it was a nice admission from her mother, and Melissa's heart leapt a little to think that her mother might actually have been telling her that she would have wanted the three of them to make love together. At least, that was what the pubescent girl clung to.
So she smiled and returned her mother's hug before turning to her breakfast, wolfing it down as if she were starving. Throughout the meal, her brother kept glancing at her surreptitiously when he thought she wasn't looking.
"Wow," commented her mother as Melissa's spoon clattered to the table and the seventh-grader pushed herself away from the table, "You must be looking forward to seeing Stephanie." She had a knowing look in her eyes.
"Yeah, I am," grinned her daughter, realizing that it was true. She ached to feel her friend's arms around her, her lips kissing her. "I've got some cool things to show her." She gave a quick, meaningful glance down at her handbag.
Margaret laughed, "I thought you might. Will you be home for dinner?" she asked when it was clear that her daughter was rapidly heading for the door.
"Um, yeah, I guess so," Melissa called from the hallway where she was already rummaging through the closet for her jacket. "I'll call you in plenty of time if I'm not, okay?"
"Okay," her mother agreed, "Have fun."
"Oh, I will," promised the girl with a chuckle before opening the front door. "Bye!" she called hurriedly, and then the door slammed shut and she was gone.
Keith looked up with interest. "What was that about?" he asked. "What did she mean about things to show Stephanie?"
Margaret studied her son. His clandestine glances at his sister had not escaped her notice, either. She decided that now would be a good time to discuss Melissa's new situation, and also to feel out her son's feelings with regard to his sister at the same time. She sat down at the table.
"I got her some sexy things to share with her friend," the woman explained, watching her son's face for a reaction.
"Like what kind of things?" was all he wanted to know. Margaret found it interesting that her son didn't seem to be disturbed by the notion of his sister doing something sexy with Stephanie.
"Like some sexy lingerie," she told him. "And a vibrator," she added, her voice carefully neutral.
"What's a vibrator?" her son asked.
Margaret laughed, "It's a little toy that women use to make themselves come."
"Really?" he asked, perking up with interest. "How does that work?" He hadn't ever imagined that such a thing existed.
"It's shaped sort of like a cock," she explained matter-of-factly, "Only it has a little motor in it that makes it vibrate. When a woman holds it against her clit or slides it in and out of her pussy, it can make her come a lot faster than if she just uses her fingers to masturbate."
"Cool!" Keith murmured, then looked startled. "And you got one for Melissa?"
"Yep," his mother confirmed, her chin lifting a bit in challenge. "Since she was already masturbating, I thought she might appreciate it."
"Wow," the boy whistled, "You're a whole lot cooler than I used to think." He paused, blushing, "But I guess I kind of discovered that myself, huh?"
She reached out to caress his cheek, "I guess you did. You still okay about that?"
"Heck, yeah!" he snorted then fell silent for a moment, regarding his mother's face. "So now Melissa's showing Stephanie how to use the vibrator? And you're okay with that, too?"
"Very much so," Margaret answered seriously. She took her son's hand. "I've been wanting to talk to you about your sister. She's growing up fast, as I'm sure you've noticed."
Keith looked suddenly uncomfortable and Margaret smiled to herself. "And she's made some important realizations about herself recently. One of those realizations is that she has romantic and sexual feelings for girls or more specifically, for Stephanie. And Stephanie appears to share those feelings for your sister."
Her son's eyes narrowed. "And you're okay with that, right?" he demanded.
Margaret thought it was interesting that he showed almost no surprise at what she would have thought would be a shocking revelation, but was only interested in what she thought about it. Maybe he was more perceptive than she'd given him credit for.
"I am. Most definitely," she responded. "I-I've never really told anyone in my life about this. I told your sister for the first time yesterday." She took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing, "But you of all people should know this about me." She looked deeply into her son's eyes and was almost physically staggered at the love and warmth she saw reflected there. She went on without any further misgivings.
"When I was your age, I fell in love with my best friend. A girl," she added with a nod. "It it didn't work out well. Not because Celeste didn't love me," she went on, realizing with a twinge that this was the first time she'd ever uttered her former lover's name aloud in almost twenty years, "but because everyone else around her couldn't handle it. In fact, it was the most terrible experience of my life. So when your sister told me about her feelings, I could hardly condemn her, you know. She's younger than I was when I realized that I was attracted to females, but then she's a lot more mature than I was at her age."
"Anyway," she went on, shaking her head to clear the pain from the memory, "I also swore to myself that I would protect her from what happened to me in any way I could. And I'm counting on you to do the same," she said with a deadly serious expression on her face. "I mean it," she reiterated, "We all need to make sure she doesn't get picked on or hurt because of who she is. I know you don't go to the same school as her, but you need to be looking out for her when she's with you outside of school. And she'll be with you in high school in another two years."
Keith nodded to show he understood and Margaret continued, "I've already talked to her about being discreet, but I'm not naοve enough to think you can keep something like that a secret from everyone forever. But I'm just saying I don't ever want to hear about anyone making any trouble for her over it in your presence and you doing nothing about it!"
"You won't, Mom," Keith promised.
"You didn't seem really surprised," his mother commented, looking at him fixedly. "Did you know already?"
"Uh," the boy hesitated, "Well, she'd kinda' said some things about Stephanie that made me think she was more than just a friend, if you know what I mean," he admitted. "But it also seemed like she and Stephanie both were still interested in boys, too."
"Does that surprise you?" she asked. "I just told you that I've been attracted to women before, but I still get plenty hot for men, too, in case you hadn't noticed recently," the older woman told him pointedly.
Her son laughed, a hearty, easy laugh that she found infectious and was soon chuckling herself. After a moment, Keith looked at her sideways. "So have you used, you know, a vibrator?" he asked, a bit shyly.
She had to laugh at his impudence. "Yes, love, I have. Until the night before last, vibrators and dildos were all I had as a sex life." She leaned over and kissed him softly. "Thank you for changing all that."
The teenager smiled, but then looked puzzled, "What's a dil-dil...whatever that other thing was?"
"How'd you get to be fourteen years old without hearing about all this stuff?" his mother wanted to know. "I thought this was all guys your age ever talked about." He blushed furiously, embarrassed, and she relented. "A dildo is a fake penis," she explained. "They come in every size, color, and shape imaginable. Vibrators sometimes are shaped like a cock, but not always. Anyway, I have quite a collection of both dildos and vibrators by now."
"Really?" Her son sounded quite intrigued. "Do you suppose, I mean, would you mind showing me how you, uh...?" his voice trailed off as he realized what he was asking.
"Maybe," she answered, lowering her lashes. "Would it turn you on to see me masturbating with a dildo and a vibrator?"
"Heck, yeah!" he blurted, his eyes gleaming.
"Then I definitely will," she promised. "Actually, you've given me an even better idea. Let me get the dishes cleaned up here and you go get yourself ready to go out. I'm going to take you shopping."
"Shopping?" Keith looked dubious. "Shopping for what?"
"Among other things, dildos," Margaret said, and her son's jaw dropped.
When Melissa knocked on the Muller house door, Stephanie flung it open with a huge grin on her face. "God am I glad to see you," she burst out.
"Likewise, believe me," Melissa smiled, feeling suddenly happy and silly from her new lover's greeting. "I've been missing you so much."
"Really?" the slim girl asked, "I sorta' got the impression that you'd been kinda' busy without me."
"Not me," insisted Melissa. "Well, some of it was me, but not as much as I wanted." She looked around cautiously. "Maybe I'd better come inside to tell you about it. If that's okay..."
Stephanie looked abashed at leaving her friend standing on the stoop and stood aside so Melissa could enter. As she passed, the dark-haired girl whistled appreciatively. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear that outfit before. You're amazingly sexy."
It was Melissa's turn to blush, but she grinned, pleased at the compliment. "I hoped you'd think so," she told her friend. "I've been turning into such a shameless ho' lately you wouldn't believe it."
"Yeah?" Stephanie said with raised eyebrows. "I can't wait to hear what you've been up to." She broke off as they entered the kitchen. Both Brad and his father rose to their feet from the table where the remains of lunch still stood as the girls entered.
"Hi, Melissa," Brad offered, sounding nervous though his eyes drank her in unashamedly.
"Hi, yourself," Melissa smiled at the eighth-grade boy. "And hello to you too, Mr. Muller uh, John," she amended when he gave her a severe look at her formal greeting.
"Hello, Melissa," John Muller answered with a droll look on his face. "You're looking fantastic today."
"I'll say!" Brad blurted and then looked horrified at his lack of `coolness'. "Sorry," he muttered, "You must think I'm such a loser."
"I don't think that at all, Brad," Melissa assured the boy, flashing him a brief but smoldering look that had him swallowing hard. "A girl likes to be enthusiastically appreciated." She gave him a beatific smile that made brought a goofy smile to Brad's face.
Stephanie had been watching this interplay with silent amusement, but now she broke in to ask the males of her household, "So what are you guys doing this afternoon?" She gave her father a meaningful glance.
Mr. Muller got the message and said quickly, "Uh, actually, I think maybe I'm going to take Brad with me to get some garden supplies. We'll probably be gone a couple of hours if you think you can stand to be away from us that long."
"Aw, jeez, Dad, do I have to go?" Brad asked, annoyed. He had clearly been hoping to get some time with the girls alone.
"Yes, son," John insisted. "I need to get some big sacks of fertilizer and potting soil and some other things to finish putting in the bulbs for the winter and I need your strong back. I'm sure Melissa will be happy to spend some time with you when we get back. Won't you, Melissa?" he asked with a pointed glance in her direction.
"Absolutely," Melissa promised with a smile, realizing that the man was deliberately making some time for her to spend alone with Stephanie but also ensuring she remembered the need to keep his son from feeling left out. "I'll see you when you get back," she promised Brad.
The boy looked somewhat mollified. Stephanie and Melissa excused themselves to go upstairs, but waited until they heard the family car pull away before saying much. As soon as her father's car was out of the driveway, though, Stephanie had her arms around Melissa's neck and was kissing her ardently. Melissa returned her pubescent lover's kisses with equal passion, thrusting her tongue into Stephanie's mouth and grinding her body into her smaller friend urgently.
After a minute or so of French kissing, Stephanie pulled her plump, redheaded lover to the bed, whispering, "Touch me. I need you so much."
The two seventh-grade girls fell onto the bed, giggling as they tore each other's clothing off. Stephanie murmured appreciatively at Melissa's hot pink demi-bra and thong panties, stroking the larger girl's breasts lovingly through the sheer material as the redhead struggled to get the bra unhooked.
"More presents from your mother?" Stephanie asked.
"Yep," confirmed Melissa. "Ah," she said with satisfaction as she finally got the bra unhooked and cast it aside, kneeling over Stephanie with bare breasts.
Stephanie pulled her close and began to eagerly suckle her, teasing the nipples with her teeth and tongue into full erection. Melissa enjoyed this treatment for several moments before pulling back to finish undressing her friend, pulling Stephanie's shorts and panties off together and tossing them to the floor. She gazed down with love and desire at her slim friend with her downy wisp of dark pubic hair. Regardless of how bad anything else in the world made her feel, she knew this was where she belonged, and she drank in the sight of her lover's body for another moment before pulling off her own thong underwear and lowering her own nude body on top of Stephanie's.
Instantly, the two young girls were kissing and caressing each other, whispering their love in between gasps of pleasure as their fingers explored breasts, stomachs, thighs, asses, and finally slid into each other's slick pussies. Their eyes never left each other as their hands plunged in and out between their legs, tweaking clitorises, and probing cunt holes, each new motion eliciting increasingly excited moans. In no time at all, they were both climaxing, shuddering and crying out as the waves of ecstasy swept over them.
They both knew that first orgasm was only the appetizer, and the moment they had recovered their breath, Melissa began to purposefully kiss her way down Stephanie's slender, taut body, toying with her nipples briefly before continuing down the dark-haired girl's abdomen, plunging her tongue into her navel and making Stephanie giggle.
But as Melissa continued kissing down her friend's body, Stephanie suddenly held her breath. "What are you doing?" she asked in a trembling voice as the plump girl's lips and tongue touched the edge her cunt lips. "Are you kissing me down down there? Oh, God! You are! You're kissing my pussy! Oh, holy shit! What are you doing to me?"
The pubescent redhead pulled Stephanie's legs apart firmly and shoved her face into her lover's crotch, inhaling the earthy perfume of her cunt before sliding her tongue slowly and sensuously up and down the glistening slit.
"Ohhhhhh!" gasped Stephanie, her back arching with arousal, "I can't believe you'd do this for me. Haagghhh! Oh, shit, Mel! That feels so fucking good!" The slim girl's body was writhing and her fists were clenching rhythmically as Melissa's lewd oral assault continued.
Melissa was thrilled to hear how much her young lover enjoyed having her cunt licked. She was pretty sure that Stephanie would like it as much as she seemed to, but a bit of doubt had lingered. That was why she had just gone ahead and done it without asking she was afraid her friend would have been put off or disgusted at the thought. But it was clear that once the plump redhead had demonstrated how delightful cunnilingus really was, Stephanie was eager for more. Even more surprising to her was how amazingly good Stephanie's cunt smelled and tasted, especially this close, and she ardently breathed in the feminine perfume before resuming her Sapphic adoration of her lover's pussy.
Melissa began a series of long, tantalizingly slow strokes with her tongue up and down the entire length of the dark-haired twelve-year-old's vulva, first lashing the rapidly hardened nub of Stephanie's clit then working down to plunge deeply into her virgin cunt hole, finally licking delicately at the girl's soft, puckered anus, even pushing her tongue partway past the brown rosette into her asshole before working back up to start the entire journey over. She took her time, relishing each moan, each shocked and then delighted gasp at each new sensation she was eliciting from her friend.
Stephanie was beside herself with frenzied arousal, her thin, smooth body writhing like a serpent, her back arching, and her hips rising in unconscious rhythm with Melissa's tongue strokes. She couldn't seem to decide what to do with her hands and kept alternating between flailing them against the bed and grasping Melissa's perspiring head to pull her erotic tormentor's face even more tightly into her drenched pussy. The sounds of her hoarse, ragged breathing, moans, and whimpers competed with the wet, obscene smacking and suckling sounds Melissa was making between her legs.
Melissa could feel Stephanie's clit start to throb and knew that if she continued, her lover would climax in seconds. She deliberately slowed the pace of her licking, taking some time to let the girl fall back a bit from the brink. She wanted to make her slender lover crazed with desire before finally allowing her to come, so she concentrated on gently kissing and licking the inside of Stephanie's thighs and sucking the young girl's velvety purple inner cunt lips into her mouth and savoring the delicious scent and flavor of her pubescent pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" moaned Stephanie, "I almost came just then."
"Hmmm-hmmm," Melissa agreed through her mouthful of her friend's cunt lips. She resumed her slow transit of Stephanie's pussy slit from top to bottom and was rewarded with a deep sigh of pleasure as the slim girl grabbed Melissa's head and pulled it deeply into her crotch with determination. Melissa acquiesced for the moment and gradually increased the tempo of her licking and sucking until Stephanie was once again very near to climaxing, when she once again backed off and slowed down.
It took another two episodes of Melissa bringing Stephanie to the edge and veering off at the last minute before the dark-haired girl finally realized her lover was doing it on purpose.
"Oh!" she gasped, "You're being mean now. Why won't you let me come? I want to come so bad," she almost whimpered.
"'Cause you weren't really ready to yet," Melissa said softly, raising her damp and glistening face from between Stephanie's legs. "But you almost sound like you're ready now. Are you ready to come?" she teased, and she slid a finger up inside the girl's slippery cunt hole, making Stephanie groan in erotic frustration.
"You fucking bitch, you know I am!" she croaked.
"Then there's one more thing you've got to do so I know you're really ready to come like you've never come before," Melissa persisted, beginning to slide the finger slowly in and out of her lover's vagina to increase her exquisite torment.
"What?" Stephanie moaned weakly, "You know I'll always do whatever you want me to."
"Then tell me your deepest, darkest, most perverted, shocking fantasy while I lick you again. Tell me the one that's so sick you haven't dared to tell it to even me before," Melissa said, her voice earnest and husky with arousal.
"But I've told you everything already," Stephanie protested.
"Really? There's nothing you've only thought about?" she persisted.
"Well, maybe, a couple of things. Ohhh, God!" she moaned as Melissa plunged a second finger into Stephanie's slick hole and buried both fingers up to the palm.
"Then tell me what they are while you're coming," urged the plump girl before lowering her lips to Stephanie's stiff little clit, "Tell me, my love." And she sucked her slender friend's turgid clitoris into her mouth and began to purposefully flick it back and forth with her tongue, gradually increasing the tempo.
Stephanie began to writhe and squirm almost instantly, her feet curling with pure pleasure as the erotic jolts of ecstasy coursed along all her nerves, but she gamely attempted to speak. "I just ohhhh, God! Last night I just started thinking Fuck! Hunnghhh! Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit! I started thinking how cool it would be if when you and your brother haaaggghhh! Shit, how am I `sposed to talk when you're hunngghhh! Fuck! Doing that to me?" she wailed.
Melissa had begun to lash her friend's clit with her tongue in earnest and was rhythmically thrusting two fingers deeply into her virgin cunt hole, but she paused long enough to hiss, "Just spit it out, love, and then come!" She lowered her face once more.
"Oh! You're the most unngghh! Cruel and beautiful bitch in the world! I want haagghhh! I want to shiiiiit! When you come over next week, I want my dad and my brother and your brother to all fuck me in a row while you hold me, okay?" Stephanie blurted out in a desperate rush.
Then she could only shriek incoherently as a blinding orgasm rolled over her, wrenching her body and twisting it as if it were being burned in a fire. Her eyes were squeezed completely shut and her arms flopped about like they were disconnected from her. She tried to draw a breath, but her torso was convulsing so badly that she could only catch inadequately short gasps and she was emitting weak, strangled noises.
Melissa began to be concerned for her friend's well-being and finally relented from her furious licking of Stephanie's clit. The instant she raised her head away from the convulsing girl's cunt, Stephanie's spasms began to slow and her breathing gradually became more normal until she was simply panting heavily. Her body suddenly sagged and Melissa knew that she had managed to yet again push her lover over the edge into unconsciousness with the violence of her climax.
Sighing deeply, for she really wanted to feel Stephanie's lips and tongue in her own oozing pussy right away, Melissa sat up and fumbled behind her for the extra blanket folded at the foot of the bed. She lay down beside her comatose friend, drew the blanket up over them both, and wormed her arm under the still, dark-haired girl's neck in order to pillow her head against her large, soft breast. Then she slid her free hand under the cover until it found her own moist, eager cunt and slowly began to touch herself, keeping her young, pubescent body in a gentle state of arousal until her slender lover awoke once again.
Melissa smiled to herself as she lay beside her friend, slowly fingering her own clit. She thought of the confession that had burst from Stephanie's lips just before she climaxed and was thrilled that it so closely matched her own fantasy. Though, she realized, she would also have included her mother in their fantasy orgy, but of course Stephanie couldn't have been expected to consider that.
Not yet, anyway, the gently masturbating seventh-grade girl thought with a wicked half smile. She wondered if her mother and Stephanie would take to each other. She wasn't really worried that her mother wouldn't be hot for Stephanie it was obvious even to someone as inexperienced as Melissa that her mother was really turned on by the thought of her daughter having a lesbian love affair. No, her Mom would undoubtedly jump at the chance to bury her horny tongue in another young girl's pussy, especially if Melissa were providing lascivious help.
She wasn't so sure about Stephanie's reaction on the other hand. While her dark-haired friend clearly was in love with her, all her other fantasies seemed to be about men, starting with her father. She resolved to tell Stephanie about her own sexual experiences with her mother, as well as what her mother had told her about her lesbian past, and judge by her friend's reaction how amenable she would be to sharing Melissa's mother in bed. She realized she would be taking a risk, both with her new lover's feelings and with her mother's trust, but she didn't see any way around it. And she couldn't stand the thought of having to keep her sexual relationships secret from the people she loved. It already rankled not to be able to talk to either Keith or her mother about her sexual activities with the other.
At that moment, Stephanie stirred and groaned softly against her chest. Melissa cradled her lover's head and kissed the top of it tenderly. The dark-haired girl snuggled up closer and put her arm across Melissa's wide, plump tummy, hugging her close.
"Oh, my God!" the slender girl murmured at last. "Did that just really happen?" She turned her head to gaze up at Melissa. "I went to sleep again, didn't I?"
"Just for a little while," Melissa told her with a loving smile, "And I didn't mind. I know whenever you do that that I made you feel really good."
"Shit, you did more than that!" she snorted weakly. "I thought I was gonna' come completely apart at the last there." She stopped suddenly, remembering. "You made me say stuff!" she blurted in an accusing tone.
"Did you say anything that wasn't true?" Melissa asked mildly.
"That's not the point!" her lover protested vehemently, though her tone indicated she wasn't really angry. "But you took advantage of me."
"Oh, right!" Melissa laughed. "I really had to twist your arm so you'd force me to keep licking you."
"God, you really did that! You licked me! I didn't just imagine it," the slender girl said wonderingly. "That was so fucking amazing! I never thought something could feel so good." She stopped and pulled Melissa's face down close to hers and kissed her lips. "Hmmm," she said mischievously, "So that's what I smell like."
"Yep," the redhead agreed, "That's what you smell and taste like, and I love it."
"Do you really?" Stephanie asked, her eyes wide.
"God, yeah!" Melissa said seriously. "I love you, and I love everything about you the way you look, the way you sound, the way you smell, and the way you taste. Especially the way you taste. I want to be able to taste your beautiful pussy every day from now on."
"Okay," the dark-haired girl consented with a shy smile. She wriggled out from Melissa's side and sat up next to her, regarding her friend for a moment. "But I gotta' ask where'd you learn to do that or did you just think of it yourself?"
"I learned it," Melissa admitted, swallowing hard before continuing, "From my mother."
"Oh, shit, you're kidding, right?" Stephanie said, a whole sequence of emotions flashing across her face. "You're not kidding." Her eyes narrowed. "Your own mother taught you to lick a girl's pussy? What? I suppose now you're going to tell me she even showed you how?"
"Yeah, she did, Steph," Melissa said, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I told you a lot had happened that I needed to tell you."
Stephanie sat back on her haunches, clearly stunned. "Jeez, I don't know what to think." She looked sharply at the red-haired girl lying on the bed in front of her. "And did you lick her, too? I guess you must have, to have gotten so good at it, huh?"
"Stephanie, if you're asking me if I made love to my own mother, the answer is yes," Melissa said, nearly in tears. This was going badly. "But if you think that it changes how I feel about you, don't. Don't think that for one minute. Remember how we talked about how it would be okay if one of us did something with someone else if the opportunity was there, right? And I know how much you want to make love to your dad. So why is it somehow different if I made love to my Mom?"
Stephanie was silent a while as she pondered this. Finally she shook her head, "I don't know I guess because my Dad's still a guy, and we've been talking from the beginning about other guys my dad, our brothers, and stuff. I just never thought about you with another woman. I- I'm just having a little trouble with it, is all."
Melissa sat up and took her friend's hands in hers, peering intently into Stephanie's eyes. "Stephanie, you are my first love, my first lover, and you'll always, always, always be the first in my heart. What I feel for you is so much more than just love, so much more than friendship, and so much more than I feel for anyone else on earth, including my own family, and I know I'll feel that way for the rest of my life. I really didn't think that what my Mom and I did would hurt you in fact mostly, I couldn't wait to get over here to show you all the things she taught me."
"But I didn't want to lie to you or hide anything from you either," Melissa continued earnestly. "And I won't lie to you I did make love to my Mom, more than once in the last 24 hours. I love her, too, and I love being able to share that with her. She's so amazingly cool. Did you know that she had an affair with her best friend too, when she was our age?"
"No," Stephanie shook her head in annoyance, "How would I know that?" Then her face softened as the implications sank in. "But I guess she understands about us a little then, huh?"
"Yeah, she really does," Melissa murmured reflectively. "Only she said that for her it all ended really badly, and she wants more than anything to keep that from happening to us. In fact, she told me that whenever we need a safe place to be together, we can always go there."
"Really? God, that's really cool. Truly," the slim girl mused, then looked slyly at Melissa. "You want to go there now? Maybe your mom could teach me something, too."
"Oh, God, Steph!" Melissa sighed, "I can't tell you how glad I am to hear you say that. I think Mom would really like to do that. She gets really turned on by the thought of you and I having sex together, I can tell. I mean, she was acting really funny towards me since Friday night I could tell something was up with her, like she was getting horny looking at me and I thought she was practically about to rape me in my closet when she had me trying on that lingerie you made me take off in the girl's bathroom."
They both giggled at the memory of the first overtly sexual thing they'd done together less than two days and a lifetime ago. Melissa continued, "So I kind of had this idea that my mom was, you know, attracted to women already. But it was when I told her about us..."
"You told her?" Stephanie looked genuinely shocked.
"Well, shit, Steph," Melissa said with a trace of annoyance, "Your dad knows, your brother knows already, too. And it's not like I just walked in and said, `Well guess what everybody? I'm gay and I'm in love with Stephanie'. It was more like my Mom already guessed enough from the way I talked about you that I had to tell her the rest. But I'm really glad I did, `cause she really is totally, totally cool with it. She even knows that I like Brad, too, and thinks it's a good idea for me to keep that up, especially in public to keep people from being suspicious about us. Your dad told me about the same thing when he was driving me home yesterday."
"He did?" Stephanie looked miffed. "It seems like there's been all kinds of things you haven't bothered to tell me about!"
"Well, no duh, girl," Melissa snorted, refusing to be intimidated. "It's not like we've had any time to talk since yesterday morning. I told you there were all kinds of things I needed to tell you."
Without warning, Stephanie pounced on the larger, red-haired girl and toppled her over onto her back on the bed, then launched herself on top of Melissa's plump body, worked her friend's ample thighs apart with her hand until she located her cunt where she began to sensuously slide a finger up and down in her virgin slit.
"So start talking, baby!" she commanded, but her eyes twinkled. "Tell me everything, right from the moment you left with my dad yesterday, and don't you dare leave anything out. And we'll see how well you can talk when someone's making you come over and over, now won't we?"
Melissa sighed happily and spread her legs apart, folding them up over her dark-haired lover's back, and pulling her close. "I'll tell you everything, I promise," she murmured, beginning to moan already as Stephanie's fingers located her clit and were already teasing it into erection.
"And maybe, maybe if you're really good and really tell me everything and get me incredibly hot again, I'll let you teach me how to lick your pussy the way you did mine!" Stephanie promised with a level smile.
So Melissa began to relate, as best she could through the occasional gasps and moans that escaped her lips when her lover's fingers would send excruciatingly thrilling shocks through her, the conversation she'd had with John Muller in his car. And despite her misgivings, she even told her friend about the lewd, groping kiss she'd shared in the car with her father. She had wanted to wait for the right moment, but decided that Stephanie had said to tell her everything.
To her surprise and relief, Stephanie was not the least bit hurt by her confession; in fact, she squealed with delight, "Oh God, that's so great!"
"You really think so?" Melissa gasped, for her friend had suddenly increased the tempo of her stroking. "I was so worried you'd be really jealous. Ohhh! Fuck, that feels good!"
"Oh, I would have been furious if you'd actually gone ahead and fucked him," Stephanie asserted, and the look in her eye was dead serious. "But that's only because I want to fuck him first; he's my Dad, after all," she explained as if that made it perfectly obvious. "But I want you to fuck him, too, as soon as I do first, `cause I want to share him with you. I've been fantasizing about the three of us together almost since I met you."
"God, Steph, I had no idea," the plump girl moaned, arching her back in ecstasy as her slender lover plunged her finger deeply into Melissa's drenched vagina. "Haagghhhh! Oh, God, girl, I love you so much!"
"Yeah, I know you didn't have any idea," Stephanie said a bit dryly. "And I've almost forgiven you. Almost. But," she went on, "Now that I know my dad really lusts after your hot, young body, getting him into bed with you will be a piece of cake once I get up the guts to do fuck him myself."
"You ohhhh! You will, Steph," Melissa groaned, "I know you will. You're going to do it today, I promise. I'll help you."
"How are you going to do that?" Stephanie was intrigued enough that she paused her finger-fucking long enough to allow Melissa to respond somewhat more coherently.
"Don't you see?" Melissa went on, struck with insight. "That's why your dad's been so weird it's because he loves you and he sees that you're in love with me so he doesn't want to get in the way. But what if I were to go off with Brad, you know, when they get back? I mean, your dad just about ordered me to spend some time with him, too, you know? Well, I'd hoped that Keith was going to be my first real fuck, but I discovered he's been fucking my Mom, like I tried to tell you on the phone."
Stephanie's eyes glittered, "And you're going to tell me all about that too, right?"
"Yes, I promise," the plump girl said with a contented sigh as Stephanie resumed rhythmically pumping her finger into Melissa's cunt hole. "So anyway, I've decided that my best chance of getting fucked is from your brother. So what if I take him over to my place for the rest of the evening? I could invite him to stay for dinner or something. And then you could get all sad and weepy `cause your true love has gone off with a guy and your dad would have to comfort you, and you know how he gets the minute you touch him. You'll have that great big monster thing of his inside you before you know what hit you."
"You think so?" Stephanie looked simultaneously dubious and pathetically eager.
"Absolutely," Melissa assured her, and she was certain, too. It all fit; once John Muller didn't feel like he had to abstain from his daughter to keep from messing up her love life, she was certain he'd be all over the girl. She'd never seen two people who so obviously wanted to fuck each other more than Stephanie Muller and her father.
"Well, maybe. We'll see," was all the dark-haired girl was willing to commit to. She suddenly stepped up the pace of her fingers inside Melissa's cunt. "So was that all? Keep talking. How'd you find out your brother and your mother were doing it?"
"Oh, God, Steph, there's a lot that happened before that," Melissa groaned, finding it difficult to concentrate on speaking suddenly. She could feel a climax starting to build. "Oh, fuck, if you keep that up I'm gonna'- gonna' come. Oh, God! Haagghhhh! Hunghhh! Hunnnghhh! Shitfuckshitfuckshitfuck! Ahhhhgggg! I am! You're making me come! Haaaaaiiiiieeeee!"
Stephanie continued thrusting into her lover's pulsating hole for a few moments before pulling out and allowing Melissa to recover. But within a minute, she was running her fingers in slow, lazy circles around her plump, young lover's clit, and urging her to continue with her story.
Melissa continued to tell her friend about all her sexual adventures of the previous day. Stephanie worked the redhead slowly up to another orgasm as she described John Muller's visit to their home and her mother's embarrassment, about her conversation with her mother about her relationship with Stephanie, and about the way she'd gotten her brother to first come on her and then how she'd sucked his still dripping cock afterwards, and the way she'd used his own come inside her and made him make her come, too.
"And you know what else? He likes you, too!" Melissa chortled after her description of the hot sex scene with Keith.
"Omigod! You talked about me?" Stephanie sounded aghast. She sat up abruptly and stared at Melissa.
"Hey! He brought it up," the redhead said archly, a faint smile playing across her perspiring face. She was a bit relieved to get a moment's respite from the rapid arousal she had been subjected to. "I think he described you as `my cute little friend'."
The thin seventh-grader tried to maintain her horrified expression for a moment but failed utterly, a pleased and shy smile spreading across her face in spite of herself. She fanned herself with an exaggerated motion. "Whew!" Stephanie exclaimed, "I wasn't sure he'd even noticed I was alive whenever I came over to see you."
"Oh, he noticed, all right," Melissa assured her blushing friend. "He said you were different from all the other girls not as pushy."
"Really? God, that's so cool! I can't believe it!" The dark-haired pre-teen was grinning widely now.
"Wait, it gets better," Melissa promised. Her voice lowered to an intense hush. "He asked me if you were as `together sexually' as I was, if you can believe that! He wants you, Steph. He wants to fuck you. And I had to promise I'd help him do it, too!"
"Eeeee! You're kidding!" Stephanie shrieked, holding the sides of her head in stunned amazement. "What did he say?"
"Just what I told you. And you know what else?" Her eyes gleamed. "I also promised we'd do it with all of us, including you and Brad, and that really blew him away. He can't wait for next week now. Neither can I," she added softly.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Stephanie kept whispering over and over. Suddenly she flung herself on top of Melissa's plump body and began kissing her furiously. Between kisses, she whispered, "I love you so much. I can't believe how this is working out. And," she added, pointedly grabbing her friend's hand and guiding it in between her legs, "You've got me so fucking horny now, I've got to feel you touching me."
Melissa laughed and rolled over on her side, dumping her slender lover on to her back beside her. She kept her fingers touching Stephanie's now-drenched pussy the whole time and enthusiastically began to slide them up and down the length of the dark-haired slit.
Stephanie sighed and shuddered as the lewd sensations started to rush through her from her pubescent cunt. "God, I love the way you touch me," she whispered, her back arching with pleasure. "Just keep doing that but keep talking. Was that all with your brother, or was there more?"
"Just that I let him borrow your panties," Melissa whispered mischievously.
"What?!!" the dark-haired girl spluttered, half sitting up again in astonishment.
"Well," Melissa explained coolly, "I wanted them to keep company with the panties of mine that he already had. That way he can think about both of us when he jerks off."
"Jesus!" Stephanie exhaled, flabbergasted, "You gave him your panties too?"
"Not exactly. He took those on his own. But he copped to it after we made each other come a couple of times and it was kinda' `true confessions' time. He'd been sniffing my panties when he jerked off all along, and here I didn't even know he was turned on by me."
She waggled her eyebrows at Stephanie, who had relaxed back into the pillows and was moaning softly once more as Melissa's fingers resumed their obscene probing of her pre-teen cunt. "And you were right about him. He had been trying to peep at me in the bathroom and stuff."
"Told you," the slim seventh-grader said triumphantly, then groaned as Melissa plunged two fingers slowly into the depths of her young vagina. "Hoohh!" she gasped, "Yeah, keep that up. And then tell me about what came next. When did you make love to your Mom?"
"That was after Keith left for his cross-country meet," Melissa began, and launched into a full recounting of all her incestuous adventures with her mother. Stephanie was fascinated with the description of all Melissa's mother's sex toys and peppered her with questions.
Finally, Melissa paused in her lascivious ministrations inside her pubescent friend's pussy and said, "Wait just a minute." She shoved herself off the bed and rummaged through her purse on the floor, emerging with the shiny gold vibrator.
"Is-is that one of them?" Stephanie asked breathlessly.
"Yeah," Melissa confirmed proudly. "This is a vibrator, and Mom gave it to me. Actually, she gave it to us. I mean, she made it clear that she expected me to share it with you."
"That is way cool," murmured the dark-haired girl lying on the bed. "So share!"
"No problem," Melissa laughed happily as she clambered back beside her twelve-year-old lover. She twisted the switch at the base of the vibrator and grinned at Stephanie's wondering expression when the air filled with the soft buzz of the instrument.
"I think you're gonna' like this," the redhead promised in a husky voice as she slid the humming tip of the vibrator slowly down Stephanie's glistening cunt slit.
"Ohhhhh! Oh, my fucking God!" gasped her friend. "That is so fucking amazing!" Her hips began to unconsciously rotate, silently urging Melissa to continue ravaging her with the golden vibrator. "But keep talking! Tell me everything you did with your Mom!"
So Melissa continued her tale, leaving nothing out. She told her friend about discovering that her mother was as turned on by pissing as she was, which drew a knowing smile from Stephanie. Her slim lover was amazed at Melissa's description of the way her mother had deep-throated the giant black dildo.
By this time, Stephanie was on the verge of orgasm from the relentless assault of the small, golden vibrator and could only gasp, "Shit! I bet hunngggg! I bet she could even suck my Dad! Haagggghh! Hooohhh! Oh, fucking shit, you're making come again! Aaaaiiiieee! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
And the dark-haired girl's body once more began to thrash and flail as a climax lashed her virgin frame. Melissa toyed with her friend, prolonging the orgasm by sliding the buzzing vibrator first onto and then away from Stephanie's rhythmically pulsing clitoris. The slim girl writhed and gasped incoherently, finally seizing Melissa's arms and desperately pulling herself free of the unrelenting vibrations between her legs.
"No no more!" she shuddered, drawing in huge, ragged breaths. "Gotta' breathe!"
Melissa eased the smooth, buzzing instrument away from her twelve-year-old lover's pussy for just a moment, allowing the panting girl's heaving chest to subside. In less than a minute, though, she eased the vibrator slowly back between Stephanie's legs, pushing it gently against her friend's outer cunt lips and moving it languidly back and forth.
With a mock groan of protest, the slender seventh-grader allowed Melissa to begin stimulating her again, sighing resignedly but with a happy gleam in her eyes. The redhead grinned knowingly at her insatiable partner and stroked her small, budding nipples, eliciting shudders of pleasure from Stephanie.
Melissa continued relating her experiences with her mother, gradually increasing the tempo and pressure of the vibrator in her lover's cunt. By the time she had described the way she'd fit the huge, black dildo easily inside herself, Stephanie was groaning loudly and arching her back rhythmically. While the dark-haired girl moaned and writhed beneath her, Melissa told her about waking up to find her mother licking her cunt, and the way they'd licked each other and made each other come at the same time.
Stephanie gasped, "Oh, God, Mel! We've got to try that next!"
"We could do it right now, if you want," Melissa said encouragingly.
"Oh, no," countered the slim twelve-year-old immediately. "I want to hear the rest of your story. Afterwards. I promise. Now talk, Mel!" she commanded
Melissa didn't obey right away. Instead she leaned forward and kissed Stephanie hard, thrusting her tongue deeply into her pubescent lover's mouth, whispering, "I love you," as she finally pulled back.
"I love you, too, bitch!" Stephanie groaned, "But now I want to hear about your mom and your brother. Unless there's more with your mom..." she trailed off suggestively, raising her eyebrows.
"That was pretty much it," the plump redhead admitted, "Except that she came into my room for another round in the middle of the night after I'd gone to bed."
"No shit!" marveled Stephanie. "I am starting to get jealous now. Here I was being ignored by everyone last night and you're having sex for hours!"
"Well, maybe," Melissa conceded, sliding the vibrator deeply into her friend's cunt hole and making her moan with pleasure, "And I promise I'll do my best to make it up to you. But we should both be jealous of my mom, `cause practically the minute she left my room, then Keith pops into her room. And I actually thought he was coming to see me!" She shook her head ruefully and her mistake. "I mean, after what we'd done in the afternoon, I'd practically begged him to fuck me. How was I supposed to know he's already been fucking my mom for who knows how long?"
"You you really think he's been fucking your mom a long time?" Stephanie gasped, her speech thickening with lust as the vibrator continued its obscene stimulations of her young twat.
"No. Maybe. I don't know," the plump seventh-grader muttered in confusion. "He seemed so, you know, unsure and naοve on Friday. So maybe they'd done it for the first time on Friday night. Or maybe what I heard was their first time." The thought startled her into momentary silence. She almost hoped it were true; that way, at least she was involved in some fashion right from the start, even if her mother and brother were unaware of it.
"Oh, you really think so?" Stephanie sounded enthusiastic. "That's so cool! Ohhh! Holy mother of God, that feels so good, Mel! Do that! Just like huuunnnngggghhh! Just like that!"
Melissa had plunged the vibrator all the way to the base inside Stephanie's yearning cunt hole and had begun twiddling the slender girl's clit with a free thumb. She grinned, pleased at the way the vibrator was driving her twelve-year-old lover to yet another orgasm and increased the rhythm of her clitoral stimulation.
Stephanie's breathing had shortened to hoarse gasps and her moans were nearly constant now. She managed to croak between breaths, "So did you actually see them fuck? How do you know they did?"
So Melissa related what she'd heard in the night, the way her mother was begging her brother to fuck her harder. Stephanie groaned and writhed, and pleaded for her to continue. So with an intense look straight into her lesbian lover's eyes, she told about how she'd licked her mother's cunt in the kitchen, then snuck out of the shower while it was still running to spy on her mother and brother, and how she'd not only seen Keith fucking their mother standing up against the refrigerator, but how she'd witnessed him actually licking his own jism out of his mother's pussy afterwards.
This last was too much for poor, overstimulated Stephanie. With a hoarse, barking shriek she surrendered to yet another climax, which Melissa prolonged by continuing to hold the buzzing vibrator in place inside the slim twelve-year-old's virgin cunt. The dark-haired girl thrashed and writhed, incoherent moans punctuated by occasional curses and obscenities.
Melissa finally withdrew the vibrator from between her young lover's legs as Stephanie's groans began to finally subside. "You all right?" she asked with a gleam in her eye.
"Most definitely," sighed the dark-haired girl, hugging herself with unconscious delight.
"Good, `cause talking about all that has got me so amazingly hot again, I think I'm gonna' explode!" the plump girl asserted mischievously. Without warning, she heaved herself onto her knees and quickly turned around, flinging one soft, plump thigh on either side of Stephanie's startled face. "Time to lick each other, like I promised."
"All right!" the slim girl enthused. With no further encouragement needed, she raised her head up and gently probed the larger girl's oozing, copper-curled pussy with her tongue. "Like this?"
"Like that", agreed Melissa, "And like anything else you think I might like. Let's try anything and everything we can think of to do to each other, okay?"
"Okay," her friend consented, her voice already muffled by the mouthful of pubescent girl cunt she had eagerly taken in between her lips.
After that, there was no more talking, though the small bedroom was filled with the sounds of feminine lovemaking soft moans and cries, the rustle of bedding as their bodies thrashed and writhed against each other, and the wet, lascivious sounds of lapping tongues and suckling lips buried in drenched pussies.
Melissa realized suddenly that she was happier at that moment than she'd ever been in her twelve years of life. All the pain and sting of being excluded from her mother and brother's fucking was gone, washed away by simply being able to share the experience with someone who loved and understood her, someone who desired her utterly, and who loved pleasing her. With the upwelling of fierce, passionate love that accompanied this realization, Melissa flung herself into pleasuring her new lover with total abandon, frantically thrusting her tongue into Stephanie's sopping cunt slit, alternately caressing and sucking her clit, occasionally lashing the tip of it rhythmically.
With ardent joy, she felt her seventh-grade lover reciprocate, echoing her motions and rhythms. Within minutes, they fell into a wonderfully obscene game where one would try a motion and the other would mirror the motion before trying one of her own, only to have it repeated by the other. They both found themselves giggling and laughing, even as their arousal intensified.
At the end, their absorption into each other's motions and sensations was so complete that their orgasms seemed to be one single, overwhelming sensation rather than independent events. They ground their bodies roughly into one another, desperate to thrust more of their palpitating cunts into one another's mouths as they cried and gasped with pleasure, filled with lust, love and the pure joy of being alive and sharing themselves with each other.
After their climaxes had finally dissipated, both the twelve-year-old girls were so exhausted and spent that they immediately fell asleep, Melissa not even having the strength to roll off from atop her slender lover's body.
Neither girl knew how long they had been napping when they were groggily brought to their senses by what could have been a tapping sound at their door, followed by the muffled swish of the door gently being opened. Both girls raised their heads sleepily, Stephanie having to crane her neck to see beyond the fleshy expanse of Melissa's thigh. They heard a soft intake of breath and looked to see John Muller's face peering in at them, eyes wide.
He didn't say anything for a long moment, but he didn't pull his head back out either.
Finally, Stephanie spoke. "Hi, Daddy," she said with a contented sigh.
Melissa was too stunned and shocked to move. She wondered what was going to happen next. Would Stephanie's father actually come in the room and join them on the bed. He sure looked like he wanted to. She held her breath.
"Uh, hi, girls. I, uh, I called from downstairs, and I knocked first. I-I was worried when you didn't answer. But it looks like you're okay, huh?"
Stephanie giggled, "Yeah, Daddy. We're definitely okay. And thanks."
"Um, yeah. You're welcome." He seemed uncertain what to say or do, but couldn't appear to be able to tear his eyes away from the naked pre-teen girls lying atop one another on the bed. Finally with a visible effort, he gathered himself together and muttered, "Well, uh, we're home now." And he withdrew and shut the door again at last.
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room before both girls burst into nervous giggles.
"Holy shit!" Melissa exclaimed, "I can't believe the way he kept looking at us. I thought for sure he was going to walk right over here and, well, I don't know what!"
"See what I mean?" Stephanie said with a sad shake of her head. She gently pushed her way out from under her lover's plump body and regarded her with large, soulful eyes. "That's the way he was all yesterday, too. He starts to look like he might actually want me or us, I guess but then he just goes away without saying anything."
"Maybe he's just scared," Melissa suggested. She sat up and began to smooth her damp hair away from her face.
"Scared! What does he have to be scared of? Does he think I'm going to attack him with a knife or something? Fuck!" Stephanie steamed.
"Well," the redhead mused, "It is kind of heavy, you know. I mean, guys actually get thrown in jail and all for having sex with their daughters even if their daughters don't exactly object."
"Well, I'm not going to go to the police or anything!" protested the slim girl, who had by now sat up as well. "Unless, maybe to complain that he's not fucking me. Shit! I'd even do that if it would get him to make up his mind."
"You're kidding, right?" Melissa was shocked that her friend would even consider such a thing.
"Oh, God! Of course I am, you dodo!" the dark-haired girl said with an exasperated expression. "I'd never do anything that would hurt him. But the way things have been going, I just wish he'd do one thing or the other. I mean, if he would just tell me that he's not interested and chew me out for behaving like a slut, I'd be all heartbroken, but at least I'd know where I stand, you know? But I know he wants me. You think he does, don't you? I mean, you've seen the things he's done and the way he looks at me?"
"Steph, I can honestly say I've never seen two people who are more obvious about wanting to fuck each other than you and your dad," Melissa asserted with a soft laugh. "He just needs a bit more encouragement, that's all."
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Stephanie asked dubiously. "Walk up to him and demand that he fuck me?"
"No, probably not," admitted the plump seventh-grader. "Being that obvious would probably just freak him out. But you've also got to make it obvious that you do want him. So, tell you what. I'll get myself dressed and grab Brad and kidnap him for the rest of the day. That way you can have your dad all to yourself."
"That's great, but I still don't see how that's gonna' help. He won't even stay in the same room with me!" Stephanie chewed her lower lip nervously.
"Maybe it won't. But did you ever think that maybe the reason your dad won't be in the same room with you is `cause he's afraid he can't control himself and he didn't want to end up fucking you while your brother was in the house where he could hear or even walk in on you?"
The dark-haired twelve-year-old's mouth formed a silent `O' for a moment as she contemplated this new possibility. Finally she shrugged uncertainly, "Yeah, I guess that could be true. That would explain a lot. So...what would I do if I, you know, had him alone? Without freaking him out, I mean."
"Oh, I don't know!" Melissa cried in mild exasperation. "He's your dad! You didn't seem to have any trouble getting him all turned on the other night. Just I don't know just wear that same robe you wore the other night that you left wide open in front and snuggle up to him and start hugging and kissing him. After that, well, let him just take over. What have you got to lose? What's the worst that could happen?"
"He could say, `Get away from me, you filthy slut!'" Stephanie blurted, her lip trembling.
"Yeah, he could, though I really, really doubt it. I think he wants you so bad, it's pathetic. But even if he did say something like that didn't you just say you'd rather know where you stood?" the redhead countered.
"Y-yeah..." Stephanie said slowly. Then a look of determination spread over her face. "Fuck it! You're right. I'm gonna' get this settled one way or the other."
"You go, girl!" Melissa cheered.
A speculative expression crossed her friend's face. "And what are you going to be doing to my poor, innocent brother when you kidnap him, hmmm?"
Melissa felt her cheeks grow warm, but she answered with a defiant jut of her chin, "The same damn thing you are. I hope."
"Really?!!!" Stephanie squealed. "Oh, all right! That's so cool. I bet I get fucked before you do," she added with a wicked grin.
"Hah! No bet," the plump girl said with a wry head shake. "I bet you've got Monstro inside you even before we get over to my place."
"Monstro?" Stephanie queried with a puzzled grin.
"You know, like the whale in Pinocchio? That great big thing your dad's got between his legs," Melissa answered with a laugh.
Stephanie giggled and nodded. "Monstro - I like that. Okay, well, we'll see." She suddenly rose to her feet, grabbed Melissa's hand, and began tugging insistently. "So c'mon, Mel, get up. Don't you have someplace to be with Brad?"
Melissa burst out giggling at her friend's lascivious eagerness, but allowed herself to be dragged upright. She pulled on her top and stretch pants, leaving her bra and thong underpants where they lay on the floor. She endured Stephanie's teasing about never wearing underwear anymore with good grace, shrugging, "They'll just get in the way later, you know? You can keep them for your collection, or I'll get them back some other time."
She went over to her friend's dressing table. "Can I borrow your hairbrush? I need to stop in the bathroom and wash some of the, you know, smell off my face."
"Oh, God, I didn't even think of that!" exclaimed Stephanie. "I should take a shower. In fact, why don't we both take one?" she added with a suggestive leer.
"Uh, sure, Steph," the redhead agreed with a grin, then turned, "But I thought you were in a hurry to get me out of here. Don't you think we might get a little, uh, delayed if we take a shower together?"
"Maybe just a little delayed," the slim girl agreed, fixing Melissa with a smoldering gaze, "But not that long. Just enough to get clean and get off," she said with a mischievous giggle. "And as turned on as I am already, I don't think the getting off part will take too long, do you?"
"No, I guess not," Melissa nodded, her voice suddenly husky. "Get your robe. We're wasting time."
Stephanie laughed and retrieved the skimpy satin robe she had worn two nights previously from her closet. The two girls ran, laughing, into the bathroom.
Stephanie locked the door, but Melissa deliberately unlocked it again. "Wouldn't want to keep your admiring public from you in case they want to come in and watch, now."
Her friend goggled, then smirked at Melissa's daring. "Sure, why not? Maybe both my dad and my brother will come in and then we could take care of all our problems at once."
"Oh, shit, Steph," the redhead sighed, peeling off her clothing quickly as Stephanie started the shower, "The thought of that makes me get so fucking wet, you wouldn't believe it."
"I wouldn't, huh?" The slim twelve-year-old stepped back in front of Melissa, draped one arm around the taller girl's neck and sensuously slid the fingers of her other hand into the crevice of her pussy. "Oh, you're right! You are really wet!"
Melissa moaned in pleasure as her pubescent lover slowly probed her rapidly oozing cunt, then gasped as Stephanie plunged two fingers up inside her vagina without warning. She flung her arms around the slender girl and their lips sought each other, their tongues sliding obscenely in and out past each other's lips.
"Oh, my God, Steph!" Melissa groaned, grinding her hips in unconscious rhythm against her friend's lewd stroking. "I c-can't fucking believe how good you make me feel. Oh, holy shit!"
"What?" the slender girl inquired, momentarily alarmed.
"J-just that hunnnghh! Y-you're making me come. Haaagghh! Hoh, fuck!" Melissa cried. "I can't believe how fast you gaaaaghhhh! How fast you can make me come! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, God, Steph! I love you so much! Aaaagghhh! Oh, no, you fucking bitch! Not that! Oh! Oh! Oh! Shiiiiiiiitttt!"
The plump redhead's voice rose to a shrill keen as Stephanie drove her fingers deeply into her lover's juicy pussy and began writhing them against each other, wriggling them inside the cunt hole. At the same time, she lowered her head and began to suckle Melissa's erect nipples, suddenly nipping them with force as she increase the speed of her hand motion inside the taller girl's cunt.
With a hoarse cry, Melissa began to shudder uncontrollably, clutching desperately to her slender friend's neck as her knees began to wobble. The orgasm wracked her full, young body and Stephanie could feel her lover's cunt walls constricting around her hand with each pulsation of her climax. She supported her larger friend as best she could, staggering backwards a bit in the attempt to steady them both.
Once Melissa could feel the jack hammering inside her body begin to subside, she seized her slim lover's head in both hands and gazed intently into Stephanie's eyes, murmuring, "You, you, you, you..."
"Yeah, that's right me, me, me, and don't you ever forget it, lover," the slim girl said in a soft but fierce tone. "When you're fucking my brother later, I want you to be thinking about me the whole time!"
Melissa smiled in spite of herself. She released her dark-haired friend's head and pulled the shower curtain aside. "Well, I won't insist that you think about me the whole time you're with your dad, but why don't we step in here and let me wash your back? Maybe I can at least remind you my heart will be with you no matter who you're with."
Stephanie looked like she was about to say something, then swallowed hard. Finally she just shook her head wonderingly. "I love you so much, and I don't even feel like I deserve you."
Melissa made an exasperated noise. "What's up with that? We're both fine. We're both hot, and we deserve each other! Now get in the shower, lover. It's my turn to make you feel good."
Stephanie's eyes were shining with suppressed tears of emotion, but she did as she was told and stepped into the tub behind the curtain. Melissa joined her seconds later, and immediately seized the soap to begin lathering up her friend's pubescent body. She lovingly rubbed the slippery bar over Stephanie's front, teasing her small, budding breasts before dropping to a squat to soap up her slender, youthful legs. She began to rise up again, allowing her hands to slowly slide up the inside of the dark-haired girl's thighs, causing Stephanie's breath to intake sharply.
Suddenly, Melissa felt her friend's hand on her shoulder, halting her ascent. "I have to pee," she said simply, flashing a meaningful glance.
Melissa swallowed hard and felt her heart begin pounding with excitement. With an eager smile, she sank to her knees on the hard floor of the tub and turned her face upwards, watching her slender lover's pussy intently. Stephanie grinned back at her then frowned in momentary concentration. Within seconds, a thin, yellow flow of heady urine emerged from between her preteen cunt lips, and then strengthened rapidly. Rolling her hips forward, she quickly pulled the labia apart with her fingers, allowing the stream to squirt out unobstructed. It splashed over Melissa's upturned face and ran down over her full, jutting breasts before falling to the bottom of the tub and running down the drain.
Melissa's eyes were now closed against the acrid liquid, but her face shone with an ecstatic expression. Her lips parted and she allowed rivulets of pungent fluid to enter her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue to savor the sharp, bitter flavor. Without even realizing she was doing so, she moved her face closer and closer to Stephanie's still spurting cunt, following the hot piss back to its source. When her lips made physical contact with her friend's pussy, a soft moan of lust emerged from Stephanie's lips.
The dark-haired twelve-year-old let her fingers slide away to allow Melissa's avid tongue unimpeded access to her pissing twat. She squeezed her bladder hard with her abdominal muscles, forcing out every drop of golden urine from within her and into her lover's open mouth. She found the experience of pissing right into Melissa's mouth incredibly erotic, though she could not have said why. Pissing itself didn't especially turn her on, but she loved the way it so obviously aroused her plump friend. More than that, she liked the feeling of power it gave her, of being so adored that her lover would willingly lick and swallow her piss right from her cunt.
In addition to lapping up the stream of urine, Melissa's tongue had been busy working on and around her friend's clit as well, and Stephanie found herself getting highly aroused more quickly than she would have believed possible. The guttural and wetly obscene sounds her friend was making as she groveled and wormed her face ever deeper between her legs might have disgusted her at another time. Now, she found them incredibly erotic, stoking her desire to white hot incandescence. She groaned and gasped with joy at each new sensation her seventh-grade lover elicited from between her pubescent legs.
Melissa found her mind kept flashing back to the nearly identical way she'd eaten her mother's cunt that morning, kneeling between her legs on the floor in their kitchen. Of course, then there hadn't been the added spice of the golden shower to which Stephanie had just treated her. The memory and lingering taste of urine in her mouth made her young pussy twitch and she could feel that thick cunt fluids were beginning to flood her slit between her legs. She ardently increased the tempo of her tongue strokes and was rewarded by a hoarse grunt from Stephanie, who ground her crotch into Melissa's gaping mouth with a slow, lewd motion.
It didn't take much of this treatment before Stephanie began to feel the telltale stirrings of another orgasm. "Ohh! God, Mel!" she groaned, "Huynngghhh! You l-lick me so haaagggh! So fucking good! Yeah! Just like that! Just like that! Oh, holy fuck, girl! You ungh! You're makin' me come. Haaaghhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, yeah! Oh, fucking yes!"
With a visible shudder, Stephanie surrendered to the climax her friend had so quickly stirred up in her, gasping and pounding Melissa's milky, smooth back weakly as wave after hot wave of intense erotic pleasure cascaded through every part of her virgin body. She felt her knees began to wobble, and desperately clung to her plump lover's drenched head as her tongue continued its obscene work between her legs.
Melissa found that her friend was pulling her face into her crotch so tightly that, combined with the steady rivulets of shower water that continued to run over her face and body, it was getting difficult to breathe. She reluctantly pulled herself away, which allowed Stephanie's orgasm to gradually subside as well.
The minute Melissa had regained her feet her slender friend seized her face in both hands and kissed her, long and passionately. Finally, she disengaged, whispering softly, "Thank you, my love. That was so good!"
Melissa beamed her gratitude, then burst out laughing as Stephanie smacked her lips demonstratively and said in her "hick" accent, "Well, hey now, gal that's a whole new kinda' taste, ain't it?"
"You're so funny!" the plump girl giggled, "Now turn around and let me finish getting you washed before we run out of hot water!"
Stephanie complied and Melissa quickly finished lathering and rinsing her young lover's body. Wordlessly, her friend returned the favor and then shut off the shower. Both seventh-grade girls stepped out of the tub and grabbed towels off the bar nearby, suddenly eager to put their plan to seduce the Muller men into action. After they returned to Stephanie's room, Melissa hurriedly brushed her damp hair and then set to work on her friend's long, dark tresses.
"It's gonna' be wet unless we blow-dry it," the ample redhead commented as she stroked the brush through Stephanie's hair, "But somehow I get the feeling you really don't want to take the time."
"You're right about that," her slim lover admitted. "I'm already so fucking terrified that I know if I don't do it now, I'm gonna' chicken out again!" She grasped Melissa's hand and held it against her chest above the small left breast. "Feel how much my heart's beating!"
"I think that's as much excitement as it is being scared, Steph," Melissa encouraged with a chuckle. "You'll be fine, I know you will. Just keep remembering how much your dad wants you, and all the things he did with you already, okay?"
"Yeah, I'll try," Stephanie sighed. "I guess you're right. He practically had my clothes completely off when we were dancing the other night. Though," she mused with a troubled expression, "He's never even kissed me. Not, I mean, like he has you."
"So start with that," Melissa quickly responded, anxious to keep her friend from going into a tailspin of uncertainty and jealousy. "Just snuggle up to him and start kissing him until he kisses you back the way you want to be kissed. I'll betcha' once he French's you, he won't be able to control himself after that!"
"Okay," her dark-haired friend agreed shyly before demanding suddenly, "Aren't you done brushing my hair yet? I got things to do, girl!"
"Yeah, I'm done!" Melissa laughed, stepping away to admire the slender girl. They hurriedly pulled on garments Melissa the clothes she had worn over and Stephanie her thin, short robe.
"You look fantastic! So fantastic, in fact, that I'd better get out of here right now before I start wanting to start all over again with you!" the larger redhead murmured.
"Well, keep thinking that," Stephanie said, her face growing more serious. "I'll always want you more, no matter what or who else is involved. I-I just this is something I really have to do."
"I know it is, my love," the taller girl whispered. "Good luck, and wish me luck, too." She turned and headed towards the door, pausing only to turn and promise, "I'll call you later to see how things went and to warn you that Brad's on his way home so you'll have a chance for the two of you to get decent."
"Good idea," Stephanie agreed with a weak smile. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Melissa whispered back as she stepped through the door, and then went in search of Brad.