Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2021 16:14:46 +0000 (UTC) From: "cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk" Subject: The Blitz By cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if you are under 21 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2021 cs.unwin, All rights reserved Please mail to cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk if you have any questions or comments. Please donate so Nifty.org can continue to publish stories: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html `I should have worn trousers,' June Bibby thought to herself, as she felt the cold November wind try to lift her dress and chill the sensitive skin between the top of her stockings and the bottom of her knickers. Her garters were always slipping and letting her rayon stockings droop; but new garters, like everything else, were impossible to get since the war started. As she leaned out from the platform to look for the train the hundredth time she cursed the bloody German bombers that played havoc with railway timetables. But it was 1941 and the Blitz was at its height and trains were late not only here in Daresbury, Cheshire but all over the country. June was 45 years old, once considered very pretty, but now a bit past her prime. Her chestnut hair, then worn long and heavily marcelled, was now bobbed and had lost some of its lustre. Her waist and hips had thickened and her full breasts, once high and proud, sagged so much it sometimes embarrassed her. She knew she had let herself go in the past year since her lover Julia had left her. `What's the point,' she thought. 'I don't have anyone who cares about me or what I look like,' she thought to herself. She was standing on the platform with a couple of dozen other people waiting for a refugee train from London to arrive. Many children in the heavily bombed capital had been evacuated to safer places, some to as far away as Canada, others to here in the Midlands. June had succumbed to the pressure to `do her bit for the war' and volunteered to host a refugee. She had been assigned a 13 year old girl named Gloria Stubbins who was from the east end of London. June's background was fairly middle class and she was a bit nervous about the idea of having to share her house with a little Cockney urchin for God knows how long. `I'm sure we'll have nothing in common,' she thought to herself. Her reverie was interrupted by the sound of a train whistle and the hiss of steam as a train pulled up alongside the single open platform. When the train stopped, six or seven children alighted from a carriage; June instantly recognized her girl because someone had thoughtfully written her name on a piece of paper and fixed it to her jumper with bobby pins. "Hello Miss," the girl said to her and curtsied. "Hello Gloria," June said, "welcome to Daresbury." The 13 year old was of average height for her age but very thin. June's eyes were immediately drawn to the thigh gap visible on her bare legs, accentuated by the school uniform skirt she wore which looked suspiciously like it had been shortened by the owner. Gloria had a pretty but rather waif-like face, long stringy hair and what June thought was a touch of lipstick and eye shadow. June couldn't help notice that the loose folds of the girl's school uniform smock did not hide her small but nicely shaped breasts. She was embarrassed at having noticed, but deflected by asking Gloria if she had luggage she needed help unloading. The girl pointed to a small duffel bag at her feet and said: "that's all I have Miss! Got bombed out, see?" She said with a strong East London accent. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Gloria. I suppose it's just as well you are traveling light, I don't have a car and even if I did I doubt I could get petrol coupons for it. We'll have to walk, it's not very far to my house, only 2 miles or so," June said, picking up the bag and walking towards the station's exit. As soon as they were off the platform June noticed Gloria was shivering and her lips had begun to turn blue with the cold. "Good Lord girl, haven't you anything warm," June asked. Gloria was dressed in her too short school uniform, knee socks and a thin school jumper. June immediately took off the pea jacket she was wearing and put it on the young girl. Gloria gratefully wrapped herself in the coat, though it was several sizes too large. Now June was freezing and she picked up the pace and they reached her house in just over 30 minutes. June's house was a modest but charming 2 story building located outside the village. June had bought it with her husband at the beginning of the Great War. He hadn't survived the conflict and June had been devastated. It took her several years to get over the loss of her true love. By the time she had gotten over her grief and was ready to date, most of the few eligible men her age had been taken. By this time the roaring 20s were well under way. Many women of her generation were happily getting out from under the restrictions of the Victorian age: they shortened their skirts, cut their hair short and got jobs. Some even experimented with alternative lifestyles and lesbian love. June was one of those and soon realized she had no need for a man in her life. `A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle,' she and her friends would say. Gloria was still shivering with cold when they entered. "Hurry and get yourself in a nice hot bath. It's upstairs on the left!" June told her while she went into the kitchen to begin preparing supper. As she was puttering about in the kitchen she heard a piercing scream from upstairs. She rushed upstairs and pushed open the door to the bathroom. Inside she found Gloria, stark naked and sitting in the tub. The sight made her catch her breath. She had a good look at a pair of surprisingly full breasts for such a skinny girl. They weren't large but they were there, little pink nipples and all. And although Gloria was up to her waist in water, June couldn't help peek between her legs where she thought she had a glimpse of some hair. "Gloria, what's the matter? Why did you scream?" "I thought I saw a spider, but it's just a piece of dirt. I'm sorry Miss!" She said with a little grin on her face. She didn't look at all contrite. "While you are here could you wash my back please Miss?" June felt quite uneasy because she realized how aroused she had become. She felt a familiar slipperiness between her legs. She knew she should refuse, but the girl was so yummy looking that her limbs no longer obeyed her conscience. June took a soapy face cloth from the girl and used it to gently wash her back. Gloria put her arms in the air to offer her sides and underarms, eyes closed and breathing deeply with pleasure. Then she suddenly turned without any warning and June's hands were her touching the perfect little mounds of her breasts. June snatched her hand away like she had touched a hot stove. Gloria frowned and said: "don't you like my little boobies Miss? You've been staring at them since we met just like a lezzie would. Are you a lezzie, Miss." "Oh Gloria," June stammered. "I really think you are really pretty. And yes, I'm a lezzie, as you call it. But I am also your guardian and if I was caught doing anything funny with you, I'd probably go to prison." "Oh goody! You really do like me Miss?" Gloria gushed and threw her arms around the older woman, splashing her with bathwater in the process. "I won't tell anyone June, promise. And if you don't tell, who is going to know? My Auntie and I played with each other's fannies since I was 10 and nobody never found out. Nobody!" She said. "How old is your Auntie, Gloria?" June asked. "She'd be 18, but the Blitz got her. Gloria said with a sob. "She weren't really my aunt, kind of like a step sister really." "I'm so dreadfully sorry," June said to her. She was very conscious that she still held a young naked girl in her arms. "Let's get you dried off and dressed." "Alright," Gloria said to her. "Please don't make me put on my old clothes, I haven't changed them in days." "Wait here Gloria, I will fetch your bag." "No I don't have a clean stitch of clothing in there either." The young girl protested. A little exasperated, June said: "follow me to my bedroom and we shall see if we can find anything that fits until we can wash your things." And she led the young girl out the door and down the hallway. In June's bedroom, Gloria took one look at the nicely made bed, dropped her wet towel one the floor and slipped under the bed covers. "I'm so cold Miss." She said. In fact June hadn't lit the house's coal heater since getting up that morning. While June searched through her drawers for anything that might fit the young girl, Gloria, who was now beginning to warm up, became chatty. "You've got such a nice big house Miss." She said. "Do you live by yourself? If you're a lezzie why don't you have a girlfriend? Don't you get lonely?" June was caught off guard by the girl's frankness, turned towards her and answered: "I had a girlfriend, Julia, and we lived together in this house. "When the war began she joined the Women's Auxiliary Service and moved to the west coast." What she didn't tell Gloria was that Julia who was 12 years her junior, had been seduced by the rather butch 50 year old Sergeant in charge of her unit, and taken away from her. It still hurt her to think about it. "Miss I'm still cold. Can you come in the bed and warm me up please?" Gloria pleaded. June paused to think for a moment. True the girl was still a child, but she was clearly experienced and hardly an innocent virgin. And there was no denying Gloria was pretty and June had been aroused from the moment they met. She made up her mind and gave in to her impulse and almost before she knew what she was doing she had shed her skirt and sweater and was climbing in under the covers. Gloria watched with interest as June stripped to her underwear; she had been curious about what her body looked like since she met her. Under her sweater she wore a plain cotton camisole. Under her skirt June wore plain white cotton knickers underneath a simple garter belt (the kind all women wore in the 1940s) which supported flesh coloured rayon stockings. Dark hair was evident beneath the gusset of her knickers and a few strands peeked out from beneath the leg openings. The instant June was under the blankets she felt the young girl's naked body cling to her like a limpet. Skinny legs wrapped her bare thighs and she could feel the heat of her young sex against her own bare skin. Gloria's lips pressed against her own and when she accepted them she felt a small tongue dart into her mouth. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to hold another and she did not resist as small hands slipped under her camisole and began fondling her breasts. She responded by pushing her tongue into Gloria's mouth. Shortly after she felt a hand slide over her stomach and under the elastic waistband of her knickers. Little fingers parted her pubic hair and touched her clitoris. It felt as if an electric shock had hit her and she opened her legs wider to press against the hand. "I can lick your fanny if you will let me Miss." Gloria said to her. But you will have to take off your knickers. June was so aroused that any doubts about shagging this minor child one third her age had melted like snow on a summer day. She reached under the covers and with a practiced hand removed the clasps on her garter, front and back. She then removed her stockings and pulled down her knickers. By this time Gloria had slid down beneath the covers and helped her take off her underwear. The young girl's face went directly to her crotch where her mouth and fingers went to work. `She's a good and experienced cunt licker,' June thought to herself as Gloria went to work on her fanny. She soon had the older woman's thighs quivering and her vagina leaking like a sieve. When she had her first orgasm, Gloria barely paused before using her lips and fingers to give her another. And then another. "Oh God, that's enough for now," June panted. By this time they were no longer cold, but both were perspiring from the effort and they held each other tightly as they rested. "Miss..." Gloria said to her. "Oh please don't call me that!" June said to her. "I think after you have had your face in my twat dear, you are entitled to call me June!" "Yes June. I'm really hungry as I haven't eaten a thing today. Could you fix me tea, please?" "Of course my sweet." June said and she got up out of bed and put on a dressing gown. She also took a plaid viyella shirt and held it out for Gloria, who happily put it on. It fell to just above her knees and was much too big; but would keep her warm in the cold house. Gloria looked at herself in the bedroom's full length mirror and did a pirouette for June, who said to her: "very pretty dear!" It was beginning to get dark when they descended to the ground floor. June took a moment to light a coal fire in the living room. She had prepared it before leaving and needed only to light the paraffin starter and open the chimney flue. The kitchen, like most of the house, had no heating so June struck a match, lit the gas oven and opened its door to let the heat fill the room. She then set a kettle on a burner, and lit it. She opened a tin of beans, emptied the contents into a saucepan and sliced two pieces from a loaf of bread. Gloria had taken a chair at the kitchen table and sat watching her. June sat next to her, stroked her hair and touched her cheek. "You're a little sweetie, aren't you dear. I think I'll keep you," she joked. Gloria grinned broadly and said: "Yea, I will be your prisoner Miss, I mean June. I will totally obey your orders." She said and then climbed onto June's lap. There she took her hand and placed it under the shirt and on her fanny. "Your little prisoner needs a wank." She said. "Oh my! Aren't you a little randy one. Let's finish eating. Afterwards we can go upstairs and wank to our hearts content." June told her. After the beans and toast, as promised, June took Gloria to her bedroom. There she removed her shirt, lay her on the bed and regarded her young lovers naked body. Gloria looked her in the eyes and opened her legs to display her young sex. Her hairless labia were open and showed her dark pink insides. A small sprinkle of pubic hair dusted the top of her fanny which was otherwise plump and smooth as a little girls. She used one hand to begin rubbing herself and her other hand to caress the nipple of one breast. Watching this display made June more than randy. She let her robe fall open and her hand went straight to her dripping wet cunt and she began to rub herself. "Do you like my little fanny?" Gloria asked. June, intent on the rising sensations between her own legs only nodded. "It tastes even better than it looks! She teased." June couldn't resist. She went over to the bed and lifted Gloria off her feet. It was easy; she barely weighed 6 Stone. Shrugging off her robe, June lay on her back and lifted the young girl so that her knees straddled her head. She could lick the young girl's fanny while rubbing her own. Gloria giggled enthusiastically and lowered her bottom slowly towards the older woman's face. June's tongue snaked out to sample the 13 year old's cunt. As Gloria had promised, it tasted delicious; fresh from the bath she had earlier and with only a hint of the taste of wee. As her tongue explored every nook and cranny her and pushed into the 13 year olds vagina, and found it unexpectedly large and without a membrane. She filed this away in her memory and went to focus on the girl's little clitoris, which by licking and sucking she brought her to a climax. Her orgasm had Gloria expel little bird-like sounds from the back of her throat. June managed to rub herself to a climax at around the same time, after which the two buried themselves under the covers because the house was still cold, especially the upper floor which was not heated. They lay there chatting and kissing while outside the pale winter sun set over the Midlands. After a little while Gloria dove under the covers and attacked June's clit with her tongue for the second time that day. Afterwards they put on their robes and went downstairs where June prepared a shepherd's pie which she cooked in the oven while the two set about sorting Gloria's washing. What few dainties the girl had she cleaned in the sink and the rest of the clothes she put in the washer. June said she would hang them outside to dry at daylight. Before retiring for the night June unfolded a camping cot she had acquired for Gloria, made it up with bedding and put some toiletries beside it. She turned to the young girl and said: "this bed is for show, in case anyone comes to check on your welfare. From now on you are sleeping in my bed; but remember - no one, and I really mean no one can know about us. Understand?" "Yes Miss June. I understand and thank you so much," she said and hugged her very tightly. The following morning when they awoke the two couldn't keep their hands off each other and indulged in a lengthy session of mutual masturbation before breakfast. Gloria didn't want to wash her hands so she could keep the smell of June's cunt on her fingers and sniff them the rest of the day. This became a daily ritual the older woman had no interest in discouraging. After hanging the wash out to dry, June took Gloria to the village of Daresbury where she needed to register the young girl with the property authorities. Next stop was to enrol her in the local school, and following that to a thrift shop and a chemist to ensure Gloria had what she needed for her stay. They had good luck at the thrift store; because quite a lot of children from London were expected, the parish had put out a call for children's clothing and most everyone had scoured their wardrobes and attics for what their children had outgrown. And since the village was a fairly well to do suburb of Manchester, Gloria was over the moon with the quantity and quality of her new wardrobe. After the thrift store the two went to the grocers but to Gloria's disappointment no sweets were available because of rationing. Nor was there any bacon to be had, only some eggs, milk and the usual potatoes and turnips. "Not to worry my dear girl! June said to Gloria. "I have a splendid recipe which will be a surprise for you. We shall have a `welcome to Daresbury Gloria party' when we get home. Since there wasn't much to buy they were easily able to carry their groceries back to the house. While June put away their shopping Gloria went upstairs to try on her new outfits. While she was upstairs June began to grate a bunch of carrots she had bought and mixed them in a bowl with eggs, flour and currants. She used a baking tray to put lumps of the resulting batter on a baking tray and into the oven. She had finished by the time Gloria came downstairs, peeked around the doorway and said: "June, are you ready to see my favourite?" "Yes come, let's have a look." The older woman answered. Gloria stepped around the corner, pirouetted and then curtsied. She was wearing a light blue A line dress with short sleeves, a pretty white collar and a white belt around the waist. A five inch white hem adorned the bottom and followed the pleats of the dress. Gloria had managed to put her hair up and she had obviously found June's lipstick and rouge and put it on. "Oh my goodness you look smashing!" June gushed. "What a splendid dress. It suits you rather well I think. It makes you look really grown up." Gloria blushed a little and said: "Thank you so much June. Now I'm going to show you the best part!" With that she leaned over and took the hem of the dress which was mid-calf in length and lifted it above her waist. To June's astonishment she had found a garter belt and a pair of rayon stockings, but had put them on without any knickers. Her nearly hairless young slit was nicely framed between the stockings and the garters. "Oh my word!" June said as she felt her pussy moisten. You're such a naughty little girl! Mummy is going to have to do something about this!" She said and knelt down on the floor in front of the 13 year old. She pressed her face into the delicious hairless folds between the girl's legs. Gloria dropped the hem of the dress and June found herself in a tent which smelt wonderfully of young girls' pussy. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick the perfect little treasure. After a few moments Gloria became so aroused she could no longer stand and let herself down onto the floor, opening her legs to give June better access. The older woman assailed the girl's young fanny in a frenzy of licking. Not content with her fanny she let her tongue slide down the girl's slit to her puckered anus which she probed. She also thrust a finger into the girl's vagina and found it lubricated, open and inviting. She pushed her finger back and forth like a thrusting penis while she pushed her tongue into the girls' anal cavity. By this time the 13 year old girl was gasping for breath and meowing like a kitten as one climax followed another. Eventually when June pulled her head out from under the dress; her face was wet with Gloria's juices. She kissed the young girl on the mouth. "I love you June!" Gloria gasped. "I really do and I want to stay with you forever. Please tell me I can, please." She begged. "Of course my love," June said. "I won't ever let you go." And then she exclaimed: "Oh Crumb, the oven!" And she got to her feet and rushed into the kitchen. Gloria followed her in time to see her remove a baking tray loaded with fresh hot steaming scones. "I made them for you love!" June said as she plucked one off the tray with an oven mitt and put it on a plate. "Here let me put some butter on." She said and cut the scone and smothered each half with butter. She picked one up and lifted it to the young girl's mouth. Gloria took a big bite and groaned with delight. "Welcome to Daresbury my love, and welcome to my home. Our home! I'm so glad I found you and don't you dare ever leave." When she heard this Gloria burst into tears and began sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh June. Thank you so much! I'm so happy I just can't stop crying." "There, there," June said and she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. She did the same for her camisole and exposed her large soft breasts with their pink nipples. June pulled the girl's sniffling face to her and Gloria's trembling mouth immediately latched on to one of her nipples and she began to suck. "There's a good girl," she said. "Mummy is going to take care of her baby girl." When Gloria had given both her breasts equal attention, June led the girl upstairs to her bedroom. There she took off her clothes and let the young girl feast on her hairy fanny and arsehole until she herself was shaking with the pleasure of one powerful orgasm after another. They fell asleep clinging to each other tightly. The following day June had to go to work. She was a teller at the Midland bank in Runcorn and had to take a bus to work and back. Before going she walked Gloria to her new school in Daresbury before taking the bus to the town. Since she was not the only child new to the school with a London accent it did not take long for Gloria to fit in. After school she walked home and did her homework waiting for June to return. Then they jumped into bed and shagged each other like wild rabbits. June found a willing pupil in her ward and she taught her exactly how and where lick and for how long. She also found she never got tired of the young girls' perfect and practically hairless young twat. Gloria had been found after a bomb had leveled the block in which her house had been. The rest of her family simply disappeared in the explosion. June, worried that someone would show up and take her love away from her, made inquiries into her family, if they survived, and their whereabouts. June also eventually gathered that Gloria had lived in a large house where men, women and children came and went with astonishing regularity. Gloria thought she knew who her mother was, but not her father. The authorities did not know if Gloria's natural mother had even been living in the house at the time of the bombing. Her inquiries took time because everything was done by post and civil servants were not falling over each other to answer her questions. The war had scattered families all over the Commonwealth and connecting them together again was like an enormous jigsaw puzzle. Their first Christmas together was a quiet but loving affair. June did her best to take Gloria shopping during the holidays, but because of the war and the submarines sinking so many ships, there was very little to buy unless you had money to spend on the black market; which June didn't. The two took the bus into Manchester where Christmas decorations were set up in the middle of the cities; but without Christmas lights because blackouts were in effect across the whole country. They spent hours in line at a couple of shops and were rewarded with rayon stocking, some sweets, and a bottle of sherry. Gloria's birthday was January 16 and June suggested she invite some friends over to celebrate. The girl didn't want to and suggested that they celebrate her 14th birthday together. June bought a whole chicken from a farmer who lived nearby and made a cake with carrots, currents, walnuts and icing of honey mixed with flour so it looked like a proper white cake top. She also opened the bottle of sweet sherry she had bought in the city. Gloria put on her best dress, the blue one and winked when June asked her if she was wearing knickers. June put on a pair of trousers and a jacket that looked vaguely masculine. She also scared up a bottle of pommade and used it to make her hair lie flat and tucked between her ears. She had also parted it in the middle to make herself look more masculine. "Call me Daddy!" June said as she pulled out Gloria's chair for her as they sat down for dinner. The chicken was a delicious treat and so was the sweet sherry. June kept filling Gloria's glass until she was slightly tipsy; it was the first time she had ever had a drink. After dessert and more sherry, June turned on the radio to a channel which played dance music and she led Gloria to the middle of the room. The first two songs were swing, which both had learned to dance. The next song was Blue Champagne by Tommy Dorsey, which is a slow number, and June held Gloria close to dance cheek to cheek. The young girl, tipsy though she was, could not fail to notice a hard cylinder pushing against her from June's crotch. When June had been dating Julie they had once gone to London for the weekend where they had stayed in a hotel and seen some musicals. Julie had taken her down a side street in Soho to a sex shop where they had bought a realistic looking rubber strap on dildo. They had taken turns using it, but when Julie left, the dildo had stayed with June, who had kept it well hidden. "What's that Daddy?" Gloria asked, although she had some idea, having been tipped off by the trousers and the pommade. "That's Daddy's Tallywacker little girl." June said. "It's time to make you a woman," June announced and took the girl's hand and led her upstairs. In the bedroom June pushed Gloria onto the bed and pulled her dress up around her waist. As she suspected Gloria hadn't worn knickers and June though she could see moisture glistening around her pussy lips. June opened the fly of her trousers and pulled out the rubber dildo. It was pink and a good 8 inches long and as thick around as her wrist. June moved to the edge of the bed and thrust her dildo in Gloria's face. "Suck off your Daddy little girl." She ordered. Gloria didn't do that immediately. She looked up into June's eyes and said: "I have a terrible confession to make Daddy. I've sucked one of these before. Actually I sucked several and one even shagged me. It were my brother, or my half brother, or something like that. He were 16 and had a big one. Not as big as this, but it hurt." "It's alright my love. I thought you might have but I didn't want to ask. I want you to suck on me and call me Daddy. Use lots of spit, the more saliva on it the easier it will be going in your cunt." Gloria put as much of the dildo in her mouth as she could fit and sucked, using as much saliva as she could. "Use your fingers to wank yourself. June ordered. I need you wet and slippery down there." When she was satisfied Gloria had done a good job, June flipped the girl on her stomach and had her kneel at the edge of the bed. That way she could shag her standing up. "Say fuck me Daddy. Make me your little girl." June told her. "Fuck me Daddy. Please make me your little girl." Gloria whispered. June placed the pink glistening head at the entrance of her wet vagina. She paused for a moment, placed her hands on either side of the girl's hips, and then thrust into her. The first lunge buried the dildo nearly halfway up its shaft. Gloria gasped with surprise at the thick mass filling her. June paused a moment and thrust again, this time forcing the dildo nearly all the way in. She paused again, waiting for any sign of discomfort. Gloria moaned, a sound her lover recognized as a sign of pleasure rather than pain and so gripping her hips tightly she began rhythmically to pummel the young girl's tight twat. Gloria moaned with each thrust and slid her hand underneath her to begin rubbing her clitoris. June kept up her thrusting until, after several climaxes, Gloria said: "Daddy enough. Please I can't take any more." The big dildo came out with a plopping sound, Gloria fell forward onto her stomach and within a couple of minutes had passed out and was snoring softly. June touched the entrance of her vagina gently stroking the bruised and puffy lips and covered her with a blanket, then undressed and lay down beside her. The next morning was Sunday and June awoke to being served tea and toast in bed by a remarkably chipper and cheerful Gloria, dressed only in a small apron which left her boobs exposed and barely covered her fanny. After letting her get fully awake, the young girl ran a bath for her Daddy and gently lathered her, paying special attention to her breasts, her fanny and her arsehole. She then announced it was her turn to try the dildo. June cheerfully obliged, but first insisting Gloria give her a careful and thorough licking to get her juices flowing. When she felt she was lubricated enough she helped the young girl strap on the dildo, which looked slightly ridiculous on her small and slender frame. She nevertheless lay on her back, knees up and legs parted, and helped guide the head into the wet hole that awaited it. The dildo slid into her as if it were custom made. Gloria began pumping her enthusiastically and said: "Do you like my big cock Mummy? Say please fuck your Mummy." "Please fuck your Mummy you little slag." June said. Gloria kept on thrusting, astonished at how easily the big rubber dildo went into her. June had several powerful orgasms in a row and from that point onwards the two made frequent use of the `Talliwacker' in their sex life. Winter turned to spring and spring to summer. Still the war went on and shortages of nearly everything continued to get worse. Every few weeks more children arrived and the school was forced to put desks into the gym and chapel to accommodate the overflow. June kept writing letters to pester the authorities in London for news of Gloria's family. She rarely got answers and Gloria stopped asking if there was any news. One day in late May, June returned home from work to find a letter from the authorities in London. On opening the letter she was surprised to find the following words: `We are pleased to inform you that we have located a person who had resided at 16 Holdsworth Lane in Stepney, prior to the aforementioned property having been destroyed in an air raid. The person, referred to on her birth certificate as Rosie Coleman born on such and such a date is presently in the care of the Havergill Orphanage for girls in Liverpool. Should you wish to contact the aforementioned person please direct your inquiries to the Orphanage.' An address was given for Havergill. June found Gloria doing her homework and she asked her to stop for a while and join her for a cup of tea. After the kettle had steeped and the cups filled June asked: "Gloria did you ever know a girl named Rosie Coleman?" "Rosie? I know Rosie," Gloria said. She were my sister. Well maybe not exactly my sister but we grew up together and we had the same Mum for a while. I'm not sure if we are actually related. I really loved her and I miss her terribly." "Well hold on to your knickers love; the government has found a Rosie Coleman who lived at your address and who is, let me see..." and she referred to the letter. "She would be about 10 years old now. It says she is living in an orphanage in Liverpool. I checked and although we would have to change buses, it's about a two hour journey from here. Since they haven't given me a phone number and you know how dodgy the post can be, I felt we should go over there at the weekend." June wasn't surprised when Gloria gave a shriek of pleasure and bounded into her arms, nearly spilling the tea in the process. "Oh June!" She cried. "You are the bestest Mummy anyone could ever have and I just love you to bits." The following Saturday they packed some sandwiches and a bottle of lemonade, made sure they had enough change for tickets and set off for the orphanage in Liverpool. Halfway there they had to wait nearly an hour to change buses so they ate their sandwiches and drank lemonade on a bench in the station. Haverhill, it turned out, was situated in a rather dingy part of Liverpool, a city well known for dingy parts. It was a rather gloomy 3 storey stone building with slate roofs, built in the 1870s and showing every year of its age. They walked up to the entrance and rang the doorbell, which was answered by a rather stern looking older woman. June explained who she was and what she had come for and showed the woman the letter she had received earlier that week. The woman examined the letter carefully, as if to see if it were genuine, and asked them to enter and wait in the foyer while she summoned the Matron on duty. June was nervous and expected to be told they could do nothing without an appointment and to come back when they had one. June dreaded making the return trip empty handed, and even more she dreaded Gloria's disappointment. The girl had really gotten her hopes up. The Matron, by contrast, turned out to be a cheerful woman about June's age who said: "Rosie? What a lovely girl and a pleasure to have here. If you will wait just a moment longer I will go to the dorm and fetch her." She returned a few minutes later, leading a young girl by the hand. The girl was small for 10 years old but had golden blonde hair which she wore in two braids down her back. She wore what looked like the orphanage uniform, a blue smock with black stockings on her legs. "Rosie!" Gloria shrieked and threw herself at the young girl, who looked at her in astonishment for a moment before running into her arms sobbing uncontrollably. "I thought you were gone and I would never see you again," Gloria said between sobs. "I thought I was all alone and I was so lonely!" Rosie replied, tears of joy running down her cheeks. Gloria introduced June to Rosie as her new Mummy, and the two were soon chattering at each other, each trying to explain to the other what had happened and neither being able to get a word in edgewise. "I suggest we let the two girls catch up with each other while we have a cup of tea in my office, shall we?" The Matron suggested. June agreed and they left the girls, neither of whom actually noticed they were gone. After the tea was poured, the Matron inquired of June as to how Gloria had come to live with her and what their status was. June explained how she volunteered to host a refugee and how Gloria had come to live with her. She confessed that she really had no official status as parent or guardian. "I suppose that when the war is over and if we haven't tired of each other, I shall look into formal adoption or guardianship for Gloria." She said. The Matron nodded thoughtfully and said, "when the war is over it's going to be a terrible mess. I am sure it will take years to sort out. At the moment there are so many more children needing looking after than decent people who are willing to look after them. Take our orphanage for example, the government has us on very tight rations, all the food there is goes to soldiers fighting the war. If I could feed any more children, I would take more in and I would have a line up outside my door in a minute. Rosie will never know how lucky she was we could take her. She could be working on a farm in Canada at the moment and she'd probably never see England again. No, very few people are concerned about paperwork at the moment, least of all we here at Havergill." June could hardly believe what she was hearing, and she had to make sure. "If I understand correctly Matron, if I were to offer to take Rosie home with us to live with her half sister you would have no objections." "Objections?" Matron said. "I would have not a one. In fact I would be right chuffed if you could find a place for Rosie in your home. Poor girl needs someone to love and care for her. We do our best, but it really isn't the same. And you saw how thin she is; she needs proper feeding she does." "Thank you Matron," June said standing up. "In that case we have a bus to catch. If you could arrange to fetch Rosie's kit we'll be off and not take up any of your time." Rosie, when she was told she was coming to live with them burst out in a fresh torrent of tears. Gloria joined her. Matron returned with a small cardboard suitcase of her belongings and gave the girl a hug and a kiss and told her to be a good girl. They left all together to catch the bus back to Daresbury. They were already past Manchester when it dawned on June exactly what she had done. She was about to introduce another person, a stranger, albeit a young one, into what was without doubt a highly illicit relationship. She was living openly, at least inside their four walls, in a sexual relationship with another girl, and one who was only 14 years old, well below the age of consent in any country she could think of. The consequences of discovery chilled her and she worried about it the whole way home. By the time they arrived home it was already late and the girls could barely stand up they were so tired. June made sure they washed their faces and brushed their teeth and tucked them into her double bed. She herself slept on the folding cot in the living room. The following day Gloria spent the whole day showing Rosie the house, walking with her to Daresbury and catching up with each other. There had been no opportunity for any intimate contact with Gloria, and June was relieved. She had a decision to make and was happy to put it off for another day. That decision was: to try and hide their relationship from Rosie, or to be open and honest and pray the young girl wouldn't tell anyone else. June had been outside hanging up the wash on the line. When she came in the house she caught the two girls whispering and looking furtive. "Mummy," Gloria said to her, "may Rosie and I have our own little tea party upstairs in your bedroom?" "Of course sweetie, let me help and prepare a tray for you." June said. "Can you bring it up to us please Mummy?" Gloria said and the two girls bounded up the stairs. June put the kettle on and opened a tin of carefully hoarded oatmeal biscuits she had baked a few days earlier. She set them on a tray along with some butter and a small pot of strawberry jam. The last had been a gift from a local farmer's wife. When the water was boiling she warmed the pot and added the tea and waited for it to steep. "Your tea is ready girls." June called up the stairs. "Please bring it up to us now Mummy." Gloria called back. The door to her bedroom was open and she entered, holding the tray with both hands. What she saw nearly made her drop it all, teapot, crockery and everything. Little Rosie was lying on her back on the bed, legs slightly bent and wide open, completely naked. She had a big smile on her face and so did Gloria, who also hadn't a stitch of clothes on and who knelt beside her and was using both hands to hold open the 10 year old's plump and hairless pussy lips. Exposed like that for June to see were her dark pink insides, the pinhead sized hole of her vagina, her wee hole and her tiny little clitoris which was smaller than a seed pearl. June was at a complete loss for words, but not Gloria who said. "Mummy, Rosie wants her fanny licked and asked me to do it, just like we used to do at home. But I told her Mummy gets first dibs and here is my present for you. I know you love young fannies and Rosie is dead keen on having you lick hers. Arent you Rosie?" "Yes please Mummy. I would really really really like you to lick my fanny." June carefully placed the tray out of the way on the dresser and went down on her knees her face aimed directly between Rosie's legs. She inhaled the fresh scent of the young girl and gently kissed her slit. Rosie giggled for a moment until June's tongue traversed the sensitive area between her lips; then she gasped. She covered the whole of Rosie's fanny with her mouth and began to suck on it enthusiastically. Gloria moved to the foot of the bed and began to undress June, who was so engrossed in Rosie's fanny she barely noticed. After she had removed all of June's clothes she slid underneath her and began sucking on her large breasts. From where she sat her hand had access to the older woman's hairy twat and she began to rub it. Her fingers began to have an effect and June's juices began to flow, at which point she decided that to receive was better than to give. She climbed up on the bed and asked Rosie: "would you like to kiss my fannie dear?" "Oh Mummy," the girl exclaimed, "I would like nothing better in the whole world." June plumped her pillows and rested her back on them while Rosie scuttled between her open legs and stared at her hairy slit with wide eyes. "You are so hairy Mummy, can I look inside," she asked. June opened her legs wider while Gloria lay beside her and resumed sucking on her nipples. "I love your boobies Mummy" she said, "they are so big and soft, I wish I had boobies like yours!" She giggled. Rosie, it turned out, was nearly as good a cunt licker as her half-sister. And when she was tired by the effort, Gloria took over and Rosie suckled on June's sensitive breasts. And so, despite the war and the shortages, began what they later viewed as the happiest time in their lives. Their daily routine would begin when the two girls came home from school and they would do their homework. Sometimes Gloria would help Rosie with her sums or composition. As often as not they would play with each other and June would find the two either half undressed or naked, fingering and rubbing each other on the living room sofa. Most nights June would make dinner, and the three would sit together listening to the radio until bed time. After cleaning and getting ready for bed, all three would get under the covers and they would take turns licking June's fanny and arsehole, until they were all exhausted. The three would usually fall asleep together, wedged tightly to each other in the double bed. Sadly the rest of Gloria and Rosie's family were never found. By the time the war finished Gloria was 18 and Rosie 15 and no one bothered about proper documents or adoption papers. They were family. Gloria suggested to June that they should start a foster home as the county was paying fairly well for children placed in care. As June worked in a bank she had little difficulty securing a mortgage to buy a bigger house and they opened for business. They only accepted girls and soon became the most sought after foster home in the county.