The Slumber Party

By IM Libertine

Story codes: f(11)f(12)g(7)g(8), drugs, oral, anal, incest

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This story contains content which is not suitable for those under the
age of 18. Reader discretion is advised.

The author does not condone the use of recreational drugs by children, nor does the author condone any type of sexual intimacy between children.

“Hurry up, Anna,” Candice shouted. It was already seven-fifteen and they were supposed to be at Kelly's house at seven-thirty. Candice had been ready for ten minutes and waiting at the front door for her little sister for five.

“Wait!” Anna shouted back. Her voice came from their shared room.

Candice sighed. It seemed like she was always waiting for Anna. Even now, when she knew they had to hurry up. Candice mentally regretted Kelly inviting Anna over for tonight's sleep over but Kelly had said her sister, Brittany would be there, so she invited Anna so that Brittany would have someone around her own age to keep her company.

“Geez, what a pain,” Candice moaned. “Mom, can't we just leave her?”

Their mother stood at the door looking almost as annoyed with Anna as Candice was. “No, we can't.” she said, “It's her first slumber party. How would you feel if you got left behind?”

“Just fine,” Candice said airily. Not. She'd probably be in tears. Not like she'd say that now, though.

“But,” her mom continued, “If she doesn't hurry up she might just miss out.”

Candice giggled at her mom's warning. It earned her a sour look.

“Wait,” Anna screamed, sounding panicked now that their mom was also shouting. “I'm coming!”

There was the sound of running footsteps and Anna rounded the corner coming from their bedroom to the living room. She slipped on the hardwood floor, landed hard on her rump.

Candice whooped laughter, their mother sighed, and Anna sat on the floor looking shocked and pained. Anna's face twisted and she started sobbing, more out of hurt pride than from pain. It just wasn't fair, she thought.

Candice was doubled over, almost crying with mirth. Their mother just folded her arms over her chest and shook her head.

“Stop laughing!” Anna sobbed.

“Just get up, cry baby,” Candice giggled.

“Stop it, both of you.” their mother said, her voice stern. When she had heard about the slumber party it had sounded like the perfect way to get both girls out of the house so that she and her husband could spend a romantic evening alone for the first time in ages. She should have known things wouldn't go as planned. She rubbed her temple, the beginnings of a headache starting to form.

Anna scrambled to her feet, tears drying on her cheeks. She cut the water works, settling for an occasional dramatic sniffle.

“Can we go now,” Candice said, picking up her overnight bag from off the floor and slinging it over her shoulder. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open.

“Yes,” their mother said flatly. “Let's get this over with. Come on Anna.”

Candice led the way to the family suburban, giving Anna a once over as she did. Anna had dressed in a pale yellow, button-up blouse and light blue denim shorts, her medium-brown, naturally curly hair pulled back into a pony tail and secured with a butterfly hairclip. “You look ridiculous,” Candice muttered to her under her breath, making sure she was just out of earshot of their mother.

Anna gave her a pained look. “So do you,” she hissed back, eyeballing Candice's off-white t-shirt and jeans. “At least I got dressed up.”

“You call that dressing up?” Candice shook her head. “I'm ashamed to call you my sister, looking like that.”

Anna aimed a swift kick at Candice's butt, then raced around the side of the suburban as Candice shouted.

“Will you two behave,” their mother growled as she opened the driver side door. “I can't believe you girls. Candice, can't you stop picking on her?”

“She's the one who kicked me,” Candice protested as she slid the suburban's side door open.

“She started it,” Anna yelled, already in the back seat.

Their mother climbed into the vehicle then turned to look at her daughters. “How old are you two,” she asked, giving them each a withering look.

“Eleven.” Candice muttered.

“Seven.” Anna said, trying to avoid her mother's gaze.

“Then why don't you both act your age,” their mother said. She turned back to the wheel, started the suburban, began to pull out.

Candice turned to Anna, stuck out her tongue. Anna returned the gesture with a raspberry of her own.

♥♥♥

They arrived at Kelly's house at ten minutes to eight. As Candice and Anna got out of the suburban, their mother offered a harsh warning.

“If I hear of you two causing any trouble for Kelly's parent's,” she said, using her 'I mean it' voice, “you will both be grounded for a month. Is that clear?”

Anna meekly backed away from the vehicle, her eyes shiny.

Candice quickly turned away before her mother could catch her rolling her eyes. “Yes mother,” she said sweetly.

Their mother eyed them both dangerously. “I mean it,” She said, shifted the suburban into reverse, and backed out.

Candice peered at her sister from the corner of her eye as she walked up the path to the front door. “You better do everything I tell you to tonight or I'll tell mom you caused trouble.”

Amber merely looked at her sister. She was still spooked by her mother's warning and silently hopped that Candice didn't make her do anything weird.

Candice knocked on the door. In moments the door swung open wide and Kelly, her best friend from school, ran out.

“Candie!” Kelly shouted, grabbing Candice by the hands and swinging her around.

Candice laughed, pulled Kelly to a stop. She admired Kelly's green silk, long sleeved blouse and matching pants, wishing for a moment that she had that kind of style. She nodded toward her sister. “This's my sister, Anna.”

Kelly smiled, hurried toward Anna and snatched her up in a bear hug. “She's so cute,” She giggled, swinging Anna around.

Anna was frozen. Kelly was a few inches taller than Candice who was head and shoulders taller than she was. Thick, dark brown hair cascaded down Kelly's back to her hips; her skin was fair, almost translucent in the evening light. Squeezed as tight as she was, Anna could feel the bumps of Kelly's small breasts.

Kelly finished the spin and carefully settled Anna down on her feet. “How old are you,” she asked, her voice bright.

Anna found herself stricken with an extreme case of shyness. She avoided Kelly's gaze and rushed to Candice's side, wrapped her arms around her sister's waist.

Candice sighed. “She's seven,” she answered for Anna.

“Oh God, she's just so adorable,” Kelly giggled.

“Hi.” A girl in a light blue tunic dress stood in the door watching the going's on. Her hair was long, medium brown; her hazel eyes sparkled in the evening light.

Kelly glanced over toward the girl and smiled. “That's Brit,” she said, walking over to stand next the her sister. She rubbed the younger girl's head playfully, causing her to giggle. “Brit, go say hi to Anna, 'K?”

The younger sister walked over to Anna, offering Candice a polite “Hi,” as she came close. She was a couple of inches taller than Anna, so she stooped slightly, putting her hands on her thighs so she could look Anna in the eye. “I'm Brittany,” she said with a smile. “I'm eight. How old are you?”

Confronted with someone more her own age, not to mention much less energetic, Anna answered in a soft voice. “Seven.”

“Cool,” Brittany said, adding, “Don't mind my sister, she's a goofball.”

Anna couldn't help but giggle at Brittany's candor.

“Come on in,” Kelly said from the door. She led the way as Candice pried Anna from around her waist.

“Anna, get off,” Candice muttered.

Brittany, wanting to make the younger girl comfortable, took Anna by the hand. “Come on,” she said, “Let's go to my room. I can show you my dolls.”

Anna reluctantly let go of Candice and allowed herself to be led into the house and to Brittany's room.

“Thank God your sister's not as hyper as you are,” Candice said as she followed Kelly into the kitchen.

Kelly offered Candice a look of mock dismay. “Are you saying I'm abnormal,” she asked with an over-dramatic sniff.

“Yes,” Candice returned, jabbing at Kelly's arm.

Kelly humphed, then giggled. “Yep, that's me. Smelly Kelly, the unwashed twat of Midbourough Middle School.”

Candice's eyes grew wide at her friends profanity and wider still when she saw Kelly open the refrigerator and retrieve two bottles of beer. “What are you doing,” she hissed.

Kelly offered Candice one of the ice cold bottles and smiled. “Mom and Dad aren't here,” she said in a low voice.

“What,” Candice asked, shocked. She had been told that Kelly's parents would be here. Kelly nodded slyly and Candice felt her heart pound in her chest. “When are they coming back?”

“Tomorrow morning,” Kelly giggled.

Candice couldn't believe it. “How...”

“I told them that, since there were gonna be little kids here, of course we wouldn't do anything stupid,” Kelly said as she used a bottle opener on the bottle in her hand. Once she had the cap pried off she handed the bottle opener to Candice.

Candice looked at the bottle opener as if it was some strange, alien artifact. “Oh, what the fuck,” she said, applying the opener to the bottle.

“That's the spirit,” Kelly giggled, holding her bottle out to Candice. “Here's to a night we'll never forget.”

Candice clinked her bottle against Kelly's, lifted it to her lips and took a long swig. The bitter taste of beer almost made her gag. She swallowed quickly before she accidentally spit the foul tasting liquid on the floor.

Kelly started laughing at her sour face.

“Blech, nasty.” Candice said.

“You gotta drink it quick,” Kelly said, raising her own bottle to her lips.

Candice watched in admiration as her friend chugged half the bottle in one go. Kelly finished chugging, lowered the bottle and let out a loud belch. Candice tried to match her chug for chug, doing her best to ignore the taste. She lowered the bottle after guzzling down about a third of it's contents, shook her head and let out a “Brrrrrrr”

Kelly laughed so hard she crashed against the counter top.

Candice felt her head swim slightly. Her stomach felt a little queezy but nothing too severe. Kelly swung an arm around her shoulders and pressed her lips to her ear.

“I've got some weed too,” Kelly whispered hotly.

Candice's jaw dropped. No wonder Kelly was acting more weird than usual. “But what about,” she started.

Kelly's already wide smile grew even wider. “Hey Brit, c'm'ere!”

“No,” Candice hissed.

“Yes,” Kelly hissed back.

Candice tried to think through the fog that was quickly gathering in her wits. If her mom found out about this, there would be living Hell to pay. “Kelly,” she whined, “We can't.”

“Why not,” Kelly said. “Nobody's going to tell.”

Candice thought back to the warning she had given Anna. Was it possible that they could get away with this?

Brittany came into the kitchen, Anna in tow. “What's,” she started, then noticed the bottles. “Kelly!” she whined, her eyes wide.

“What,” Kelly laughed, raising the bottle to her lips. She took a long drink while eying her sister.

“You said you wouldn't,” Brittany said. She looked completely miffed, her hands on her hips, her lips set in a thin line.

“We're gonna,” Kelly said, her eyes sparkling, “And if you tell, I'll tell about what you did last night.”

Brittany blushed and looked away from Kelly. Candice couldn't help but wander what Brittany had done to make her blush like that.

Anna stood by watching with wide eyes. She couldn't believe the two older girls were drinking beer. Without giving her any. “I'll tell Mom,” she said loudly.

“You do and you're dead meat,” Candice growled. “Remember what I said to you? She'll believe me before she'll believe you, twerp.”

It was Anna's turn to look away. She suddenly wished she hadn't taken so long to get ready. “I won't tell if you give me some.”

Brittany looked at Anna in shock. What happened to the shy little girl of just minutes before? “Anna, you shouldn't,” She said quietly, trying to be the voice of reason.

“Don't let her fool you,” Candice said with a laugh. “Anna's a regular little troll, aren't you.”

Anna shot her sister a foul look. “I am not,” she said.

“Yes you are, you beer swilling whore.”

“Am not you slut lezbo.”

Brittany's face grew progressively more red as Candice and Anna called each other names. Kelly was laughing so hard she dropped her bottle. The brown glass bottle bounced, spraying beer across the floor.

“Oh shit!” Brittany shouted. Suddenly realizing what she had said, she clapped her hands over her mouth.

The other girls erupted in laughter.

♥♥♥

They were sitting in the living room, Anna and Brittany together on a large leather recliner, Candice and Kelly on the room's sofa. Friday the Thirteenth was playing on the television. Anna and Brittany were huddled together, arms around each other, hiding their eyes whenever there was a scary scene. Anna felt warm, comfortable in Brittany's tight embrace. Brittany was still a little shocked at the direction the evening had turned but had to admit that it was nice having someone near her own age to grab hold of during the scary movie.

Candice and Kelly were sitting on the edge of their seats, cracking up at the movie. Earlier, Kelly had brought a small plastic baggy down from her room. She and Candice were currently trading a glass, rainbow colored pipe between themselves, taking puffs off of it; growing more and more hysteric after each puff.

Kelly elbowed Candice. “Let Anna try some,” she giggled.

Candice looked over at her sister, said, “Anna, c'm'ere”.

Anna looked at Brittany. Brittany shrugged. It didn't look like anything bad, in fact she felt kind of jealous of the older girls.

Anna disentangled herself from Brittany and walked slowly to the sofa. She noticed that Candice's eyes looked glassy, odd. Candice held the pipe out to her.

“Suck on this,” Candice said.

“Dude, that sounds...” Kelly began, but was interrupted by a fit of giggles.

Anna inched forward, parting her lips. She watched Candice closely in case she was trying to play some kind of prank. She wrapped her lips around the stem of the pipe, sucked in. Harsh smoke entered her lungs, causing her to cough and gag.

“Hold it in,” Kelly laughed.

Candice wrapped her fingers around Anna's face; when Anna tried to draw back, she used her other hand to hold her sister in place. She counted to five while Anna struggled, kicked and tried to scream, then removed her hands.

Anna coughed, spit, and let out a sob.

“That wasn't cool,” Kelly said, trying to stifle a giggle and failing.

“She'll get over it,” Candice said.

Anna hiccuped and wiped her eyes on her arm. She hurried back to the recliner where Brittany wrapped her up in a warm hug.

“Are you OK,” Brittany asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Anna sniffled. She felt a little funny, like her head was trying to float away. The feeling was a little scary. She pressed her face against Brittany's chest and sniffled.

“You're mean,” Brittany said loudly, referring to Candice.

“I told you not to let her fool you,” Candice retorted. “The little pussy's twice as mean as I am.”

“I'm not a pussy,” Anna said into Brittany's chest.

“That's right,” Candice replied. “You're an asshole.”

“You're a slutty bitch,” Anna said, along with a small giggle.

“You're a hairy cunt.”

“You're a slimy dick.”

Anna, Candice and Kelly suddenly burst out laughing. Brittany wondered what had gotten into them, wondered what was in that pipe.

Candice looked over at the two younger girls. “You want some, Brit?”

“Dude,” Kelly said, slapping Candice's arm. “Brit, you don't have to,” she said, sounding more like herself for a second.

“Are you her mother,” Candice asked, snickering.

“No,” Kelly said, wiping her eyes. “But, like, she takes care of me. Brit, don't do it if you don't want to.”

Brittany wanted to. She looked at her sister's concerned face, thinking. “Is it bad,” she asked.

Candice opened her mouth to speak, stopped when Kelly slugged her arm.

“It's not bad,” Kelly said, “It just makes you feel kinda funny.”

Brittany got up from the recliner and made her slow way to the sofa. Kelly had taken the pipe back. She held it out to Brittany. Brittany took the pipe, put the stem between her lips.

“Suck it in and try to hold it,” Kelly said.

Brittany sucked on the pipe, felt the harsh smoke enter her lungs, tried not to gag. She held her breath, her eyes shut tight. She exhaled loudly when she began feeling dizzy.

“Wow, pretty good,” Candice laughed.

“You OK, Brit,” Kelly asked.

Brittany felt lightheaded, her vision doubled for a moment. She tried to hand the pipe back to Kelly, missed the first try and ended up stumbling into Kelly's arms.

“Com'on, Brit, are you alright,” Kelly asked as she hugged her sister, her voice concerned.

“I feel funny,” Brittany said. She felt bubbly and light, like she would fly away.

“You'll be OK,” Kelly said, rubbing Brittany's back.

Anna looked on, jealous of the tenderness between the sisters.

“Go snuggle with Anna,” Candice said, she too feeling a small pang of emotion at the sight of Kelly and Brittany's embrace.

Brittany walked back to the recliner as if in a daze. Anna greeted her with open arms, wrapped her up in a warm embrace.

“They look like lovers,” Kelly giggled.

Candice looked at Kelly, spurted laughter.

It took a moment. Kelly suddenly caught on. “No way,” she laughed.

Candice nodded emphatically, her back swaying along with the motion of her head.

Kelly leaned in close, hissed, “Their just little kids!”

“They gotta learn someday,” Candice giggled.

“Oh my God,” Kelly whispered. She slapped Candice's arm. “Dude, she's my little sister.”

“Come on, Kelly,” Candice whispered back, rubbing the spot where Kelly had repeatedly smacked her tonight. “She'll love it.”

Brittany absently wandered what the older girls where whispering about when she felt Anna's lips against her ear.

“I really like you,” Anna whispered.

Brittany smiled, put her lips against Anna's ear. “I like you too.”

Brittany gasped when she felt a touch against her crotch. Anna's face was red, hot; her eyes shiny.

Brittany felt the finger move, rubbing against her private spot. Her heart began to race, felt a flush come to her cheeks. The finger moved slowly, carefully, rubbed from the bottom to the top of her slit.

“Anna,” Brittany whispered softly. She leaned close, pressed her lips against Anna's. She felt the younger girl giggle softly against her lips. She wondered what to do, tried reaching down, found her way blocked by Anna's shorts. Anna adjusted her position slightly, the leg hole of her shorts providing a gap. Brittany reached in, her fingers grazing the silky skin of Anna's inner thigh.

Anna sighed as Brittany's fingers trailed heat along her thigh, moaned lightly when Brittany's fingertips touched her panties. She pressed her finger more firmly into Brittany's panties, felt Brittany's lips part, felt a small, firm bump.

Brittany hissed as Anna rubbed against her clit. Her fingers scrabbled at the leg hole of Anna's panties, caught purchase, pulled the thin cloth aside. Her fingers sank into Anna's warm privates, felling a warm, slippery wetness. She rubbed down, found Anna's entrance, slipped inside. Anna shook her head, made a sound of discomfort. Brittany rubbed upward instead, found Anna's firm little bump. She rubbed it, using the wetness to lubricate her finger.

Kelly heard a low moan from the recliner. She looked over, her jaw dropping when she saw the two younger girls pleasing each other. “Fuck me,” she said as she watched the younger girls playing.

Candice glanced in the same direction. “You're too late,” She said in a sing-song voice.

Kelly couldn't believe it; her little sister, dependable, always taking care of her, now with her thighs spread wide apart, Anna's fingers rubbing her pussy. She saw Brittany's arm, followed it down to where to entered Anna's shorts. “Fuck me,” she said again.

“You wanna,” Candice asked.

Kelly looked at Candice in shock. “Are you a lezbo?” Kelly hissed, her cheeks hot, her heart thumping wildly from the sight of her sister engaged in sex.

“Your sister sure is,” Candice replied with a grin.

Kelly glanced back at the recliner, saw Brittany's head bobbing with the rhythm of Anna's fingers. Saw Anna's head pressed tight against Brittany's chest, her body shuddering slightly as she let out a low moan.

She felt a hand on hers, looked at Candice.

Candice smiled sweetly, her face and body hot, her pussy warm and slippery. She reached out, put a hand behind Kelly's neck, pulled her close. She pressed her lips against her friend's, parted them slightly, tickled Kelly's lips with her tongue.

Kelly gave in, it was too much. Her body was on fire, heat radiating from her belly throughout her body. She parted her lips, allowed Candice inside, felt Candice's tongue dance across her teeth, her tongue.

Candice wrapped her arms around Kelly, pulled Kelly tight against her body. Her hands wandered across Kelly's back, felt the shape of her training bra beneath her blouse. She giggled a little at the thought of seeing Kelly's breasts, pulled at her friend's blouse.

Kelly gasped as she felt her blouse rise up, then Candice was pulling away, taking her top with her. She momentarily tried to cross her arms over her chest, was stopped by Candice's hands. She looked into Candice's eyes, searching. What she found was heat, lust. She gave in to it, allowed her bra to be slipped off, her breasts to be viewed by her best friend.

Candice sucked in a breath at the sight of Kelly's breasts. They were small, round, perfect. Larger and more shapely than her own. She reached out her fingers to touch the pale, soft skin, felt Kelly shudder as her fingers grazed Kelly's nipple. She looked into Kelly's eyes, moved forward, down, still holding eye contact until her lips touched soft, warm flesh.

Kelly moaned as Candice sucked her nipple, her hands going to the back of Candice's head. She'd never imagined something could feel so good. Slow, steady arcs of electricity flowed through her, causing her back to arch, pulling her nipple free of Candice's lips. Then Candice was licking, kissing her belly, her ribs. Candice undid Kelly's jeans, pulled them off, peeled off her panties. Naked, Kelly lay back, spread her thighs, allowed Candice free reign over her body.

Candice kissed Kelly's small bush, the thin, brown hair tickling her lips. She kissed lower, heard Kelly's moan as she kissed her pussy; touched the tip of her tongue to Kelly's warm, wet folds. She licked from Kelly's entrance to her clit, sucked the small bud between her teeth and gently bit.

Kelly let out a small scream as Candice bit her, her hands going to Candice's head, pulled her in, thrust her hips and rubbed her sex against Candice's face.

Brittany watched as her sister writhed in ecstasy, felt Anna's warm lips against her cheek and turned her head, accepting the kiss. She kissed Anna again and again; unpracticed but full of emotion and lust. Anna giggled, put her hands on either side of Brittany's face, kissed her lips. She slipped her tongue between Brittany's lips, felt Brittany's teeth part allowing her to slip deeper inside. Brittany's tongue slipped past hers, tasted her. Anna pulled at Brittany's dress, parted with her long enough to pull it over Brittany's head. She leaned in, kissed her new friend's lips then lower, her neck, her chest. Her lips found a nipple sitting atop a tiny breast. She licked, felt Brittany shiver, sucked the tiny breast into her mouth.

Brittany clawed at Anna's shoulders and back, trying to pull the girl closer. The feel of Anna's mouth on her breast was amazing and she let out a low, appreciative gasp of pleasure. Brittany pulled at Anna's blouse, slipped it over her head, pushed Anna down and sucked Anna's tiny nipples, one and then the other, giggling when Anna shivered and moaned in response. Her fingers found the snap on Anna's shorts, unfastened them and pushed them down along with her panties. Brittany kissed lower, licking Anna's belly button, her vulva, her naked privates. She heard Anna's sweet sighs as her tongue found her button and licked against it.

On the sofa, Kelly's head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her young life. She collapsed against the seat of the sofa, lathered in sweat and the fluids of her lovemaking. She heard Candice move, watched as she slipped off her clothes. Kelly admired her friend's lithe, slender body and her naked, bald pussy as Candice knelt next to her, leaned down to kiss Kelly's lips.

Candice whispered, “My turn.” She stood off of the floor, swung a leg over Kelly's body and mounted her face. She pushed her pussy down onto Kelly's lips, sighed as she felt a warm tongue against her. She began moving her hips, riding Kelly as she licked and sucked at Candice's sex.

Anna shivered hard as Brittany sampled her body, her hands caressing Brittany's hair. She pushed her tiny hips upward, grunted as the feeling of pleasure built to overflowing. She jerked as the wave of pleasure washed over her, lost in her first ever climax.

The night wore on and the girls switched partners. Brittany found herself in Kelly's embrace, her sister's fingers fondling her body, her lips pressed to Kelly's. She protested mildly as she felt a finger enter her butt, then sighed as Kelly's lips trailed kisses down her body and found her little bump. The finger wriggled, feeling the warm, moist folds of her rectum, pulled out slightly then thrust deeper, causing Bittany to cry out as her body jerked, spams of pleasure leading her into orgasm.

Anna lay face down, her butt hiked into the air as her sister licked and kissed her butt hole. She ticked her privates as she moaned, the feel of her sister's tongue against her nasty hole giving her intense pleasure. Candice slipped a finger into the tight little hole, then another. She felt Anna try to raise up, try to protest, but Candice pushed her little sister back down, pushed her fingers in all the way to the third knuckle. She passed her free hand under Anna's belly, began to vigorously stimulate Anna's pussy. She slipped a third finger in and smiled at Anna's whine of pain. She pinched Anna's clit and the whine turned to a moan of pleasure. A fourth finger entered the tiny hole, stretching it to it's limit. She pushed deeper, savoring the tightness of her sister's ass, the warm, slimy feel of her rectum. She pushed deeper still, continued to abuse her sister's pussy and ass until Anna jerked nearly upright and cried out, her eyes rolled back. Anna dropped back to the floor, her body shuddering from the intense pleasure that filled her body.

♥♥♥

The girls made sure to clean up before laying down that night, Kelly bringing out some incense to counter he smell of the pot they had smoked. They took care to discreetly discard the empty beer bottles.

Afterward, they gathered in Kelly's room and laid out pallets. The four girls curled up together naked. They rubbed and tickled before falling asleep, not knowing who's hand was touching what part, and not really caring.

As they settled in to sleep, Anna whispered in Brittany's ear, “I'm really glad you invited me.” She absently rubbed between Brittany's legs, smiled at Brittany's flushed cheeks.

Brittany slipped her fingers between the soft, warm folds of Anna's privates. “I'm glad too,” she whispered.

Kelly spooned with Candice, her arms around her friend, her fingers stroking Canidce's belly. She kissed the back of Candice's head, whispered, “Night to remember, right?”

Candice smiled. She guided Kelly's fingers down, spread her thighs slightly to allow Kelly entrance to her crotch. “I'll never forget,” she whispered back, sighing softly as her best friend began to stroke her warm, wet pussy.

♥The End♥

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