Chapter 9
Recovering from the exhaustive strength of her first orgasm, Amy had finally stood up to weave into the bathroom and shower. Now, dressed in pajamas, she lay in her bed, Jill in hers. With only the moonlight coming through the window for illumination, Amy was fully awake, thinking over the events since her arrival that morning. Arousal, revealing clothing and finally masturbation. She felt no true regret for the intimate contacts with Jill, though her feelings of pleasure still bothered her. Overwhelming everything was her orgasm. She knew that she should be ashamed and guilty, but the effect had been too wonderful. Rather, she found herself questioning what she had been taught at home, her prudish inhibitions, her restricted life, her self-doubts and feelings of inferiority.
Amy turned her head, hearing Jill moan with distress and saw the other girl straining at her covers, apparently suffering a nightmare. Amy sat up, uncertain and then moved to Jill's bed and sat on the edge. Seeing the strained expression on her face, Amy touched her shoulder softly.
"Jill?" she said soothingly. "It's alright," she smiled as Jill's troubled eyes flickered open. "Just a nightmare."
"Yes," Jill nodded. "Always the same. So frighteningly alone, with no one to talk with or touch or even see."
"I-I'll stay till you're back to sleep," Amy offered shyly. "If you want."
"Please," Jill whispered with a little smile and moved over.
Amy slid beneath the covers, their bodies touching atop the single bed. Jill rested her head on Amy's shoulder, curling up happily beside the girl. Amy herself felt more comfortable, safe. As she drifted into sleep, she wondered what the next day would hold.
Jill glanced up, seeing that Amy was asleep. She was hot against her flesh, so close and vulnerable, so beautiful and desirable. Swallowing back her needs, she raised up and touched her lips softly to Amy's, feeling the soft flutter of her breath. She looked into the sleeping face for a few moments, her hands bunching the covers in her fists as she resisted making love to the girl and then she slipped from the bed.
Her cunt throbbing hungrily, Jill smiled at herself, wondering that the number of orgasms dining the day should not have left her exhausted and beyond desire. Moving silently, she left the room and opened Clarise's door only to find the bedroom empty. Frowning, she turned to Bart's door. She opened it and smiled.
Clarise lay on her back, her legs drawn up alongside Bart as he slid his man's cock in and out of her opened slit.
Closing the door behind her, Jill stood watching as her brother's naked body rose and fell with her mother's; neither was aware that she was there. He lifted his mouth from Clarise's hard nipples to her face, kissing her cheeks and eyes. She gripped him tightly, her hips thrusting up against his smaller frame, her cunny bathing his prick Their mouths joined, their tongues swirling and he gripped her tits, shaking as he began to climax. Jill smiled joyously as he bent back groaning, his spend foaming Clarise's cunt lips.
Stripping away her nightgown, Jill moved to the bed and lifted Bart's limp form up from Clarise. Blinking, he grinned, letting her swing him around as she turned to sit back on the bed. She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him deeply, her hands caressing his body. Smiling, Clarise raised up on one elbow and reached around to cup Jill's breasts, her mouth going to the girl's neck.
Lying back, Jill turned into Clarise's arms, their mouths merging as their tits twisted together. Lying across Jill's lap, Bart watched for a moment, his fingers nuzzling into Jill's twat to pluck her clit loose. Due to the benefits of his age, Bart found his cock already straightening again. He slid off Jill and the two women stretched out, Jill atop Clarise. Both moaning as their clits rubbed together, they spread their legs at Bart's touch.
Bart knelt between their thighs, working his prick into Jill's anus. She twisted faster against Clarise, revolving her fanny back against his pumping shaft. Mother and daughter moaned into one another's mouths, clits burning together, Bart plunging up and down. Clarise began to quiver with release and Jill was pinned between her movements and Bart's. Jill cried out too and Bart came, his gizzum erupting into her bowels. They tumbled over, their bodies interlocked and lay in a tangle of arms and legs, satiated smiles on their faces.
"Ah! the benefits of a close-knit family," Jill sighed with a grin.
In reply, the smiling Clarise slid her joined fingers into Jill's snatch from one side, Bart from the other and they cupped each cunt cheek, their fingers caressing the inner walls. Jill gurgled happily, all her anxiety gone as she began to come again.
Having found Clarise's bedroom vacant, Guy had looked through the two-way mirror to find that Jill was absent and Amy was asleep in her bed. With a smile, he began to undress, satisfied from his poolside session with Karen, but still not disinterested sexually. Donning pajama bottoms and a terry cloth robe, he wondered in whose bed Karen would end up that night. They had parted slowly and he had watched her drive off in her car.
Slipping silently into Jill's room, he stood beside her bed, looking down at the soundly sleeping Amy. Taking the edge of the covers gingerly between thumbs and forefingers, he lifted it up off her, dropping it from the end of the bed without disturbing her. He lowered his eyes from her sweetly smiling face to the baggy pajamas that could not hide the beauty of her body. He slid the buttons of her pajama top from their eyelets, keeping the cloth from shifting against her as his weightless fingers moved. Leaving only the last button fixed, he opened her blouse with the grace he had used to remove the covers. Her breasts rose and fell like soft doves in the moonlight.
He stood staring at her breasts and belly for a moment, his prick stiffening against his pajama bottoms. He reached down and untied her bottoms, draping the cloth away from the gold plume of her cunny. His prod stood out from his body and he moistened his lips. She shifted in her sleep and he took advantage of the movement to slide the pants down around her ankles.
Staring at her nubile loveliness, he smiled as an idea occurred to him. Leaving her pajamas as they were, he replaced the covers, but only as high as her navel, her sweet tits still revealed.
"Jill, I wanted to speak to you," he said in a low tone, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Jill, are you awake?"
Amy's eyes flickered open at the sound of his voice, widening as she realized a man was sitting on her bed. But then she realized that she was in Jill's bed and that the man was Guy, Jill's "step-father".
"You understand why you were spanked, but..." he said, pretending to not be able to see her face clearly, enjoying the quickened rise and fall of her breasts. "I want to apologize for spanking you in front of Amy. I didn't mean to embarrass you," he explained.
Amy did not know what to do. She was suddenly aware of the state of her pajamas and the exposure of her breasts, but to cover herself would only call attention to them, she felt. As well, there was the fact that he was apologizing to what he felt was his daughter, an unconsidered possibility in her own family. As his deep voice continued, she became more and more aware that this was a handsome man alone with her and she recalled how his prick had stood up when he had spanked Jill. She thought of her cousin's infant penis, a little finger capped with a pink rose bud. Was a man's the same, only larger? she wondered. Could he see her breasts and if so, did he like them? Was his cock hard again, but this time for her? She felt weighted to the bed, feverish.
"Anyway, I hope everything's cool between us," he concluded. "Oh, your top's come open. Let me get it for you," he said, leaning forward to slowly rebutton the blouse, his fingers brushing over her belly and breasts, his wrist grazing her nipple.
Amy was breathing through parted lips, her flesh tingling at the touch of his flesh on hers. Then his hand was at hers, lifting it with a squeeze.
"I wouldn't want any hostility to mar our relationship," he said, letting her hand go just over his crotch.
Amy bit her lower hp, realizing where her hand was lowering to, knowing she should check the motion, but unable to resist the "innocent" action. Her hand pressed against the hard lance of his cock. He gave no reaction, assuming that she was unaware of what she was touching, she decided. Her box was pulsing with hot moisture, her eyes lidded.
"Now, sleep tight," he smiled and leaned forward to touch his lips to her cheek. "Amy?" he said with surprise, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I thought ... This is Jill's bed, and-Hope I didn't frighten you," he smiled, raising up a few inches.
"N-no," she managed, wanting to close her fingers against the hard cylinder of his tool. "She was having a nightmare and..."
"Well, I guess she went down for a snack," he smiled. "Sleep tight, Amy," he whispered, placing her hand atop her own, covered, crotch.
Trembling, she watched him quietly leave the room. Her hand tightened over the hot pulsations of her twat and pushed under the covers to grip it directly. Had she been masturbating in her sleep? she wondered. A man had seen and touched her breasts and she had touched his prick. What would have happened if she had gripped it, if she had turned her mouth for his kiss? Her fingers pressed into the dewy softness of her slit.
"Dad said he woke you up," Jill said, coming into the room.
"Y-yes," Amy gulped, forcing her hand to be still as Jill came to sit on the edge of the bed where he had sat. "Say, what've we got here?" she smiled, placing her hand atop Amy's through the covers. "Like him, huh?"
"I'm sorry, Jill," Amy said, ashamed.
"Why, silly?" Jill asked, rubbing Amy's hand down against her cunt. "I think he's handsome too, so don't feel bad. Were you wondering-what it'd be like? With a man, a man's cock?"
Amy nodded, unable to speak, blushing brightly.
"Would you like to share a secret, as well?"
Again Amy nodded and Jill smiled, standing. She crossed to her closet and took down a stuffed vinyl elephant. Her remarks to Bart after her session with him and his goldfish had given her the idea to buy it. Now, she moved back to Amy, laying the covers away from her naked snatch and legs.
"Spread your legs," she directed, freeing the pajama pants from Amy's ankles.
The girl did so and Jill eased the stiff trunk of the toy elephant into the pink cavern of the girl's slit. Her hips rising, Amy took several inches of the thick projection in, moaning softly, her hands clutching her breasts. The trunk halted against what she realized to be her hymen and she thrust against it eagerly, without regret.
Happily surprised at Amy's action, Jill clicked a switch at the elephant's side. It began to vibrate with what was supposed to cause it to move with a walking-like motion. Instead, planted in Amy's lush cunny, it chinned in her with a stuttering movement. Amy clutched the head of the elephant, gasping with pleasure at the steady push and pull of the bulk that filled her yearning gash. Her imagination began to run riot and she heard a real elephant trumpeting with triumph up into her quaking underbelly and it seemed as if it was Guy's cock moving in her. She twisted on the bed, shoving the trunk in and out of her, clutching her twat around it to let it vibrate hard.
Jill watched Amy become more and more frantic in her fucking of the toy and she was only sorry that it was not Guy's cock, or a dildo worn by her. Amy's back bowed as she rose up from the bed, crying out madly as her orgasm began to overpower her. Waiting for just the right moment, Jill held her hand at the elephant's controls. Then, as Amy screamed with joy, losing her hold on the elephant, Jill caught it to continue the motion and turned on the second switch. In response, water gushed from the head of the trunk, washing up into Amy's cunt like come.
Amy's scream strangled in her throat, her eyes staring blindly as what she then believed to be Guy's come burst up into her. The water trickled down over her buttocks and thighs and she collapsed in a near faint.
"Pretty neat toy, huh?" Jill smiled a few minutes later, having washed the elephant off while Amy recovered. "Walks and even squirts water from its trunk like the real thing," she nodded.
"Santa Claus give that to you?" Amy asked with a dazed smile, her voice a silky whisper.
"No, the Easter Rabbit," Jill grinned. "Just think what the real thing'd be like," she suggested.
Amy's eyes took on a faraway look, an intrigued smile on her lips. Legs still spread, the light from the bathroom glittered in the pink cleave of her snatch, her nipples still standing hard from her tits. Smiling to herself at Amy's lack of self-consciousness, Jill put the elephant down beside her.
"Beats hell out of a teddy bear, doesn't it?" she called back, the light silhouetting her body through the nightgown. She looked back and realized Amy was drifting asleep, the toy clasped to her breasts. Smiling, Jill turned off the light and removed the nightgown. Pulling the covers up over Amy, she slipped back into her own bed and cuddled up beside the girl. With a dreamy smile, Amy cuddled back, stroking the elephant's trunk. In moments, they were both asleep.
Saturday morning, Jill awoke first. Smiling happily at finding her and Amy's naked bodies curled together, she finally got out of bed to shower, delighted at how ready Amy had been to discover sex. Leaving the curtain open intentionally, she saw Amy awake and watched from the corner of her eye as the girl adjusted to her recollections of the previous day. Finding it to be too much to sort out, Amy shrugged it off.
Everything that had happened to her seemed so unreal that Amy wondered if, like Alice, she had not fallen through a looking glass. There would be time later to ponder the conflict between the rules of this house and her own. Now, sitting with the elephant in her hands, she found she was more interested in looking at Jill's beautiful nudity, examining it without the previous day's fear. After all, the girl had bathed and dried her, massaged and dressed her and taught her to masturbate. It seemed silly to be self-conscious. Yet, she still did not understand the warmth that came to her flesh, the feelings of love and desire. Not wanting to try and understand, fear returning, she looked down at the toy elephant.
Pleased, Jill watched Amy tentatively place the dildo trunk of the elephant into her loins, rubbing it upward in a circular motion. Amy turned the motor on and sank back to the bed, holding the toy in place as it made love to her. Her own body tingling, Jill dried herself slowly, watching. She moved quietly into the bedroom, rubbing her clit as Amy groaned out her release.
"Want to go for a swim?" Jill asked a few minutes later.
"Okay," Amy smiled obligingly, sprawled on her back.
"Here," Jill said, tossing her a short terry cloth robe.
"Same suit as yesterday, even though it is shocking," Amy grinned, making fun of her previous reaction.
"Nope, no suits," Jill smiled, putting on a similar robe.
"None?" Amy asked, startled.
"You started an all over tan yesterday. Don't you want to get the front side today?" Jill smiled. "Mom and Dad are late risers and Bart and Karen are off somewhere for the day," she added after a moment's pause. "Nobody will see us."
"I'm sorry to be so silly, Jill," Amy frowned as she stood. "It's just that..." she shrugged, slipping into the robe.
"I understand," Jill said tenderly, tying the waist band of Amy's robe for her. "Come on," she smiled and turned to the door, a relieved Amy joining her.