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Title:  Getting Caught

Codes:  fg, Ff, FFfg, inc, anal, con, rom, long

Summary:  Vanessa, Claire, and Emily are desperate to keep 
seeing each other.  What chances will they take?  What will 
happen if they get caught?




(Author's Note:  This takes place two years after my story 
The Caretaker.  However, you don't need to read that to read
this.  It is here: 
/~badfred/caretaker.html)




I brought up the email site, and typed in a name and 
password that no one could guess were mine.  There was a 
message waiting, from her.

It opened, "My Beloved Claire,"

I smiled.  She was such a hopeless romantic.  It was always 
"beloved" this and "angel" that.  But still, I didn't mind.
I was indeed her beloved, and she mine.

The message continued, "Not much time to write.  The plans 
have changed.  I will be in town this weekend, just 
Saturday, then on to Singapore for three months.  This is a 
huge client, and I can't say no.  I must see you two on 
Saturday.  I think I will die otherwise."

As I said, hopeless romantic.

It concluded, "Love Vanessa.

"P.S. Kiss your sister for me."

She always concluded that way.  I mean, after a hundred 
messages, should it not go without saying?  For her, 
however, it was no mere formality.  I went to Emily's room 
to give her Vanessa's kiss.




Emily was now twelve.  To look at, she and I could not be 
more different.  She had cropped brown hair, and was wearing
red soccer shorts and a sky-blue t-shirt.  There was a long 
red scratch, this time on her left elbow, but on any other 
day it might be a shoulder or a knee.  She lay face down on 
her bed listening to her ipod.  I could hear it blaring, 
even through the tiny headphones.  Her room was not at all 
girly.  The walls were azure blue.  There were posters of 
soccer and tennis stars, all of them attractive, both women 
and men.

I drifted in quietly, closing the door behind me.  I saw 
myself in Emily's mirror.  I was wearing a white cotton 
blouse under a black jumper dress.  My hair, also black, was
shoulder length, and curled into ringlets.  I smiled, 
staring back at myself with icy blue eyes.  I was now 
fourteen.

I snuck up behind her and plucked the earbuds from her head.
She turned over abruptly, and I gave her Vanessa's kiss.  
Then I gave her a few of my own.  Her lips were soft.

She smiled, wrapped her arms around my neck, and returned 
the kisses.  Then she said, "We have to be careful.  Mom is 
home and Mirielle is prowling around."

"I know," I answered.  Then I whispered quietly into her 
ear, "I just got an email from Vanessa.  She's coming to 
town, Saturday."

She blurted out, "Yes!" then covered her mouth with her 
hands.

I smiled.  She was such an eager girl.

"I assume she'll get the motel room," I went on, "But we 
have to keep the day clear.  I don't think mom has anything 
planned."

Her arms were still around my neck, and she leaned up and 
kissed me again. So enthusiastic.  I looked at the closed 
door.  We didn't have locks; mother didn't believe in them.

Soft lips.  A mouth wrapped around mine.  Her tongue.  My 
hand went to her ass, pressing the fabric in.  I found that 
spot, and wiggled my finger.  She tensed up.  She stretched 
out, catlike, and rolled over onto her tummy.

I looked at the door again.  Was it worth the chance?  We'd 
gotten away with this for two years, and not by being 
stupid.

Her ass was there, in front of me, in her soft cotton 
shorts.  I thought of biting into a juicy peach.  I decided,
just this once, to take the chance.

The shorts were stretchy enough, and I grabbed them around 
the crotch area, and pulled them up in a wedgie into her 
ass.  I tugged on them a bit.  She rocked her hips.  I 
kissed her there, around the edges of the fabric.  I 
breathed deeply.  I ran my tongue up and down.

"Please take off the shorts," she said.

I pulled them down and off.  I spread her cheeks again.  I 
gazed at her little pinkish asshole, perfectly round.  I 
licked.

"Mmmmm," she cooed, then said, "You always make my butthole 
feel so good."

"I love it.  I wish I could climb inside and squirm around, 
just nestle in there.  Do you mind my little fetish?"

I kissed it.

"No," she gasped.

Of course she didn't.  About this thing, she and I were of 
one mind.

I licked more, pressing my tongue in, tasting her.  I could 
spend forever that way, as long as it took.  However, mother
was home, and Mirielle was prowling about, so I lowered my 
tongue, and licked her pussy.  This would take less time.  I
sucked it.  I slipped my tongue inside.  Then to her ass 
again, where I truly longed to be.  A finger in her pussy, a
gentle pumping motion, and an eager tongue, brought her home
quickly.  She came hard, gasping loudly, and trashing about.

There was a knock on the door.

"Girls?"

Our mother's voice!

No time to grab her shorts, Emily rolled over and pulled the
sheets over her.  I stood up and away from the bed, wiping 
my face on my sleeve.  I'm sure my mouth still smelled of 
pussy and ass.

We stared at the door handle.  It did not turn.

"Girls," she said again through the door, "Lunch is ready.  
Please come down."

"OK mom, we'll be right down," I called out.

"Fine."

We heard footsteps recede down the stairs.

Whew!




The four of us sat around the kitchen table eating cold 
turkey sandwiches and chips.  Mother sat at the end, tall 
and imperious with her classroom manner.  She was holding up
pretty well for a woman her age, a shade past forty.  Today 
she was wearing grey form fitting slacks, and a loose white 
blouse, unbuttoned to show cleavage.  Her hair was brown, 
Emily's shade, but she wore it long.  She had my icy blue 
eyes .. or I had hers.  It was obvious she was clinging to 
what sex appeal she had left, but it worked.

Mirielle, on the other hand, was an ice cold beauty, 
alluring, dangerous.   She was twenty-two or twenty-three, 
with long sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes.  Her mouth 
was a bit pouty and she had colored her lips a deep sangria 
red.  Her little black pencil skirt stopped inches above her
knees, and showed just enough of her thighs to make a girl 
quiver.  She had a great ass.  Completing the outfit, she 
had a bright red tailored blouse, like mother's showing 
cleavage, a fashionably thick white belt, and black leather 
high-heeled boots.

She was one of mother's TA's, and had been spending a lot of
time at our house the past few months.  The story went that 
she had been born in France, but had come to America as a 
young girl.  Majoring in French Literature, under mother's 
tutelage, was sort of a cultural homecoming for her, I 
guess.  Emily and I suspected there was more going on.

"So, how are you girls today?" she asked, her voiced 
clipped, with a slight continental flair.  I thought it 
sounded a bit fake, but could forgive her for it.

"Fine," we answered.

"So, were you having fun playing up stairs?" she went on.

"Huh?"

"Playing.  Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said.  I didn't like the way she was 
looking at us; it was too intense.

Did she know?

Mother interrupted.  "Girls, Mirielle and I have an 
announcement to make.  I think it is very important."

Here it comes, I thought.  She will tell us she is a 
lesbian.  She will expect us to be shocked and confused.  
After all, we have such innocent minds.  I sat, feeling 
quite pleasant, waiting for the news.

"We have rented a cabin up in the Catskills for the 
weekend," she went on, "And the four of us are going up.  We
have a lot to talk about."

Fuck!

Mirielle sat smiling.  "Brenda and I are looking so forward 
to spending time with you," she said with her phony accent.
"Brenda" she called her, my mother.  A few weeks ago it was,
"Ms. Sommers."

Emily looked panicked.  "I can't go," she blurted out.

"Why not, dear?" mother asked.

"I .. uh .. have a school project."

She was a terrible liar.  Mother would check on that, call 
her teachers to have the project delayed.  When there was no
project, she would wonder at the lie.  Suspicions would 
arise.  We'd get caught.

"No sweetie," I said, "that project isn't due until two 
weeks from now.  You're confused."

I gave her a hard look.  "Trust me", it said.  I would find 
a way out of this, but it had to be subtle.

"That's settled then," mother went on, "We'll leave Friday 
after you two get out of school.  I've already cancelled my 
afternoon appointments."

Mirielle gave me a long, knowing, smile.

I thought of my dear Vanessa.  I thought of her eyes.  Her 
mouth.  Her tongue!  I swore I would find a way out of this.




Later, while laying alone in my bed thinking, Mirielle came 
in.  She closed the door behind her.

"Brenda went out for a bit," she said.

"OK."

She walked to the center of the room, like she owned the 
place, looking around at my stuff.

"You have a good sense of color," she said, "Perhaps you 
should be an artist."

I thought she was full of shit.  My room was done up in 
black, white, and lavender.  It was lovely enough, but 
nothing mind blowing.  I lay back in my bed, my arms behind 
my head, and watched her.

She watched me back.  I knew that look.  She had beautiful 
eyes.

"So you're fucking my mother," I said.

"Hmm.  So you're fucking your sister," she replied.

The game was on!

"How did you find out?"

"I was listening at the door before Brenda called you for 
lunch."

Damn!

I swore to myself, just then, that I would feel no regret.

"Perhaps we're were just playing at it," I said.

She smiled.  "I'm not stupid.  I know what I heard."

"So, you know.  What now?"

"I want you."

Of course she did.  They all did.

"Blackmail then?  It won't work.  Emily and I will just deny
it.  We will seem hurt and confused.  Mother will believe 
us, and decide you're insane."

"You could pull that off, but could Emily?  You saw her 
performance in the kitchen.  She is terrible under 
pressure."

"I'll coach her.  Mother just won't want to believe it."

"Perhaps you're right.  Perhaps not."

She smiled at me.  I waited.

She went on, "But blackmail is so banal.  Let's agree there 
will be no blackmail.  I won't tell her.  That just isn't my
style."

"OK.  I'm fine with that.  Now what?"

"I still want you.  What must I do to get you?"

She gazed at me.  Such simple words she said, but I could 
feel the effect of her presence.  She was beautiful.  Her 
deep brown eyes.  Such a hot body.  And that black pencil 
skirt!  Fuck!

She was a practiced seductress.  It was transparent to me.  
But then again, was it so bad, being seduced?

"Cancel the weekend trip," I said, "Promise it is off, and 
you can have me, just this one time."

She thought about that.  "Brenda will be so sad.  Why do you
girls want to cancel it so badly?"

Every so often her French accent sounded real.  It did that 
time.

"We have our reasons.  Will you do it?  Do you promise?"

"Just one time?"

"Just once."

"But I want more."

She gazed at me.  The was something lurid behind her eyes.  
It was very attractive.

"You get one time for this.  You want more, we'll deal 
later."

She smiled.  Inside, I surrendered to it.

"Alright," she said, "I'll tell Brenda that my mother just 
called and I have to see her this weekend.  She's sick, it 
turns out.  Brenda will believe that."

"Very well.  Now kiss me."

She kissed me.  She leaned over the bed.  I sat up, halfway.
She pulled me up the rest, and locked her lips to mine.  Her
mouth was incredible.  I felt a warmth spread from my pussy.
I pressed in my tongue.  We kissed deeply.

She sat me on the side of the bed, then squatted down in 
front of me.  Her face was level with my chest.  She reached
forward and grasped my smallish breast, the left one, and 
gently squeezed my nipple through the fabric of my dress and
blouse.

"You're such a little angel," she said.

I felt like a devil.  I'd never been with a girl I didn't 
love before.  Only Vanessa and Emily, and they were both 
precious in my heart.  Mirielle was not.  I pushed her head 
back, leaned forward, and spat in her mouth.

This would be fun.

She swallowed my spit and got a great big smile.  I think it
became clear to her just what I was.  I hoped very much that
she liked ass.

"You're a dirty little girl," she said.

"Shut up and undress me," I replied.

She stood me up, squeezing my ass hard.  She unclipped the 
straps of my jumper and slid it down my body.  She followed 
it, sitting on her knees.  She was tall and I was short, so 
she had to contort a bit, but she pressed her face to my 
pussy, and licked it through my panties.

I held her head, and thrust my hips forward.  I squirmed a 
bit.  My pussy felt very, very good.  My clit was all 
atwitter.  I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off, and set it
aside.

She raised up again to a squatting position, level with my 
bare chest.  She pulled me in close, sucking my nipples and 
grabbing my ass.  I felt a thrill when her finger passed 
over my asshole, but it did not linger.  Still, her mouth on
my tits felt good.  A warmth went down to my tummy, then a 
bit further.  She sucked more, moaning and squirming.  
Obviously she loved my little pointy tits.

We each have our own thing, our little fetish.  Hers was 
tits.  I let her suck.  It felt good enough.  When it was my
turn, I'd have that ass!

She put me back on the bed, still sucking.  I relaxed, and 
let her play.  It started to feel pretty great.  Vanessa, 
Emily, and I were ass girls.  I'd never had my tits sucked 
for so long.  I wondered if I could climax this way.  I'd 
heard of it.

"You're going to make me fucking come doing that," I said.

"God I hope so," she replied.

My pussy was tingling untouched.  I cheated a bit .. I was a
devil girl after all .. and rocked my hips, letting my 
panties slide over my slit.  I felt the tingling pass 
through my body.  Then, slowly, I crept up to the edge of 
ecstasy.  I relaxed, letting the feelings wash over me.  Her
mouth on my tits was so fucking hot.  I felt passion rising 
within me.  I was so close.  I reached down and squeezed my 
clit, then cried out as I came.  It was pretty amazing.  It 
made me shimmy and shake.  I felt warm all over.

After I got my wits back, I felt her kissing me.

"That was really fucking cool," I said, "I've never got off 
just from my tits."

She pursed her mouth in theatric disapproval.  "Oh, but I 
saw you grinding your panties and pinching your clit."

I smiled and pretended to look guilty.  "But still .. that 
was really cool."

"You want to suck mine?"

"Sure."

Why not?

She reached her hands to unbutton her blouse.  I grabbed 
them, stopping her.

"Let me," I said.

I undid the buttons, one my one.  She was wearing a lacy 
indigo underwire bra, one of those that don't really cover 
anything.  Her tits looked nice, well shaped, with puffy 
pink nipples.  I took one in my mouth and sucked.  She undid
her bra, pulling it out from under my chin, and threw it 
aside.

I sat with her on the bed and went to work on her tits.  Her
pleasure became real obvious.  She was moaning a lot.  I 
spat on a nipple, and licked it off.

I reached up her skirt, and gently ran a finger up and down 
her soft, damp panties, but not too much.  I wanted to do 
that tit thing to her, if I could.  It was her fetish, and 
she'd given up her weekend, after all.  I licked and sucked.
I kissed.  I spat on her, and licked it off.

"Is this working for you," I asked.

"Yes!" she moaned, "Don't fucking stop."

I kind of tickled her pussy, just a bit, and kept sucking 
her tits.  She started getting close, breathing really hard.
Then she cried out, cumming hard.  She lay there panting, 
looking at me with feverous lust.  I gave her a big, wicked 
grin.

"Turn over," I said, "I gave you that.  Now I get your ass."

Her eyes got real big.  I don't think she quite expected 
that.  However, she did what she was told.

I unzipped her sexy little skirt and pulled it off.  Her 
panties were the same lacy indigo as her bra.  I kissed her 
through them .. kissed her there .. then pulled them off.

What a wonderful ass she had.  Round.  A bit fleshy, but 
still firm.  I spread her cheeks and gazed upon her asshole.
It was a little brown circle, slightly plump at the edges, 
perfect.

"You're a kinky little beast, aren't you?" she said.

I didn't answer.  Well, not with words at least.  I licked 
her delicious asshole instead.

"Oh fuck," she moaned.  "Oh god that's fucking amazing!"

Was it possible that no one had ever done this to her 
before?  To see her ass was to want it.  To see her asshole 
was to eat it.  I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go,
tasting her.

Sadly, neither of us heard the footsteps on the stairs.  The
door slammed open and mother came in.  She took one look at 
us and freaked out.  Things got really bad.




"How could you do that with my daughter?" she kept asking.

By this time, we were downstairs.  Mirielle and I were 
dressed again, sitting in stunned silence at the kitchen 
table.  Mirielle had no answer.  She just mumbled "sorry" 
over and over again.

My mind raced around for something to say, and came up 
empty.  I just watched, hoping Mirielle wouldn't say too 
much.

"What is happening?" a small voice muttered from the door.  
It was Emily.  She'd heard all the yelling, and seen 
Mirielle run by naked.  I'm sure she knew basically what was
going on.  Mother just shouted, "Go to your room!"  She 
left, looking hurt and confused.

I wanted to follow, to comfort her, but I needed to stay 
here.  Would she hate me?  Technically, I had just cheated 
on her and Vanessa.  I feared that is how she would see it.
I couldn't say she was wrong.

"Get out of my house!" she finally said to Mirielle, "Don't 
ever let me see you again.  Resign from the college.  
Today!"

Mirielle looked broken.  Her future was slipping away.

"Don't!" I said, "Don't do anything .. official .. 
permanent."

"She's lucky I don't call the cops."

"I wouldn't testify."

It didn't matter.  Mother had seen enough.  My testimony 
wouldn't matter, and I knew it.

Seconds passed.  "Do you love her?" my mother asked me, her 
voice suddenly flat.

"No, of course not," I answered.

Then she turned to Mirielle and asked her, "How about you?  
Do you love her?  Did you love me?"  Her voice cracked when 
she asked that last part.

Mirielle didn't answer.  She looked like she wanted to say 
something, but the words were caught in her throat.  We sat 
there, all of us, quiet.  Maybe if I had said the right 
thing, just then, things would have turned out differently, 
but nothing came to mind.  Seconds passed, the calm before 
the storm.  I thought of Vanessa and Emily, and how lucky I 
was.  I had love, and was sure of it.  Mother's face grew 
dark.  She waited for something.  It didn't come.  The storm
broke.

She kicked a chair, breaking it.  Dishes were thrown.  Her 
blouse came loose from her waist and hung open.  Her tits, 
escaping from her bra, swayed about.  She got really ugly.  
She shouted for Mirielle to get out.  She called me a whore,
and said I wasn't her daughter.  I'd never seen anything 
like this.  Emily, who had returned to the doorway, saw it 
and started to cry.

Mirielle ran from the house and escaped.  I ran to Emily and
hugged her.  "Please forgive me," I muttered into her ear.  
I shielded her from mother, covering her eyes.  She clung to
me.  For that, at least, I was glad.

We retreated upstairs to her room and closed the door, while
the storm raged below.

"What happened?" Emily asked me, once we felt safe.

"Look, dear, I did something pretty bad, but please hear my 
reason before you get angry."

"You fucked her?"

"Yeah.  She agreed to cancel the weekend trip if I did.  I 
mean, I thought it was the only way, so I did it."

"Oh.  OK."

"Are you mad?"

"Not really.  That is a good reason.  Mom caught you?"

"Yeah.  It didn't really work out, did it?"  I smiled, 
trying to find humor in the horrible situation.  It didn't 
work.  Emily looked forlorn.

"I don't think you should tell Vanessa about this," she 
said.

"No.  I don't think so either."

Eventually the storm below stopped, and was replaced by 
sobbing.  I considered going down, to give some sort of 
comfort, but decided it would do no good.  I just held on to
Emily.

The sobbing stopped, and footsteps came up the stairs and 
down the hall.  I heard them check my room, then on to 
Emily's.  The door opened, and mother stood there.

She was a mess.  Her blouse still hung open.  Her makeup was
streaked all over her face.  Her hair was gross and sticking
together in clumps; perhaps she had cried into it.  She 
stared at us.  She looked broken.

"We're still fucking going this weekend," she said, her 
years of culture and education slipping away, her language 
turning coarse, "Just the three of us.  It will be fun.  
I'll fucking make it fun.  I'm not letting that slut break 
up our family.  She can fucking die!"

Fuck!  All that and the trip wasn't off!

Emily's affection for her mother took over, and she ran and 
hugged her.  Mother grasped her in her arms.  I looked at 
them.  Would I be welcome? She beckoned to me to come over.
I did, and she embraced her two daughters, and quietly 
sobbed.

My face ended up against a breast.  Soft, but still firm 
enough.  Very motherly.  Her nipple was brown and pointy.  I
thought of sucking on it.  I could see Emily having the same
idea.  We were devil girls; I'm sure of it.  We refrained.  
Now was not a good time.  We just hugged her, and let her 
cry.




I sent an email to Vanessa,

"My Beloved Vanessa,

"Mom is taking us to the Catskills this weekend.  We can't 
get out of it.  All efforts to do so have ended in disaster.
Still, we must see you.  Get a cabin.  I'm enclosing a link 
to the resort.  Somehow, we'll find a few hours to be with 
you.

"It is the best we can do.

"Love Claire

"P.S. Emily appreciated your kiss with her normal fervor.  I
shall kiss her again soon."

A response came quickly.  It simply read,

"Beloved.  I just made a reservation for the last cabin.  I 
will see you Saturday.  Love.  Kiss her for me."

I did.




Friday afternoon, mother drove us to the cabin.  After we 
left the interstate, we took a small, windy, two lane road 
through rocky hills.  Her old Volvo purred along, puttering 
here and there when we went up a steep bank.  After a while,
I dozed off.  Emily stayed awake the entire time, gazing out
the window.

We arrived at the resort, a collection of twenty or so 
cottages surrounding a long narrow lake.  There was a 
parking lot at one end, with a boat ramp and an office.  We 
waited in the car as mother checked us in and got the keys.
Then we walked, lugging our bags, along the narrow asphalt 
footpath that circled the lake.  Our cottage was back a bit,
nestled among trees.  It was number twelve.

We plopped our bags down, ate sandwiches, and showered.  
Then we played a couple of games of Apples to Apples.  Emily
won both times.  She was smiling.  She seemed very warm and 
happy.  The mood mellowed.  Mother was acting normal to me, 
it seemed.

There were two rooms.  Mother took one, and Emily and I the 
other.  We lay together in the bed, hugging and kissing in 
the darkness.  A shaft of moonlight drifted in.  Night 
crawled onward.  We slept.




We awoke well past dawn to the sound of a bird singing.  
Mother was already up, cooking eggs on the tiny stove.

"We're going to run down to the lake," I said.

"Be back soon.  Breakfast is almost ready," she replied.

I took Emily's hand, and we ran down the footpath to where 
we could see the parking lot.  We looked for a little green 
Toyota, her car.  It was there!

I felt exalted.  Emily got a great big smile, and I squeezed
her hand.

We ran back and ate.  Now, which cabin was hers, and how to 
slip away?

Mother wanted to go swimming.  We put on our suits and went 
down to the lake.  Other families had gathered at a little 
beach a few hundred yards from our door, and we joined them.
The morning air was crisp, and the water cold.

Bobbing in the lake, I looked around at the surrounding 
cabins.  Which was hers?  Was she watching us?  We'd appear 
as mere specks from the furthest.  The chill of the water 
seeped into my body.  I felt time crawl.  Emily splashed 
around laughing, and mother watched us, content it seemed.

It drew into late morning, and mother said she'd take a nap.
We all returned to the cabin, and she went into her room.

We had a couple of hours until lunch.  It was time.

We slipped into our room and changed our clothes.  I wore a 
cute little blue dress I had recently bought.  Emily put on
t-shirt and a little skirt, because Vanessa liked skirts.  
"Easy access," she had once said.

Quietly, we slipped out of the cabin.  No sound came from 
mother's room.

Which cabin?  We went to the office.  An older woman 
commanded the desk.  She had greying hair, and wore slacks 
and a man's shirt.  I approached her.

"Hi," I said.

"Hello sweetie."

"That green Toyota in the parking lot, I think it belongs to
an old family friend.  It would be just amazing if she is 
staying here.  Can you look in the register for a Vanessa 
Park?"

She regarded us carefully.  I'm sure she wasn't supposed to 
give out cabin numbers, but would she turn down two cute, 
innocent young girls looking for an old friend?  Emily gave 
her a big smile and looked excited.

"Well, let me see," she said thumbing through the 
registration.  "I see a Ms. Park here, in cabin twenty-one.
I'm sure that is your friend.  How wonderful!"

Indeed!

We thanked her, and sped from the room.

Cabin twenty-one was a long walk around the lake.  I held 
Emily's hand, and we hurried.




She must have seen us coming, for she met us at the door.  I
saw her while we were still some thirty yards away.  Her 
black hair was long.  She was all primary colors, with a 
simple red A-line skirt and yellow pull over woolen blouse.
Emily broke from me and ran, leaping into her arms and 
hugging her.  I approached slowly, just gazing at her.

She was everything in the world.

"Hello my angel," she said as I drew near.

"Hello Vanessa," I replied, with a gigantic smile.

"Let's go inside."

We went in.  We hadn't much time, so we started right away.

I embraced her, kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue with 
mine.  Emily hugged her from behind, around the waist, 
nuzzling her head into the middle of her back, then reached 
down and pushed her skirt up between her legs.

"You don't waste any time, do you sweetie," Vanessa said.

She did not.  My sweet sister knew the value of time.

While Emily began work down below, I helped Vanessa pull off
her top and release her bra.  She had nice, firm, round 
breasts with small dark little nipples.  I suckled.  Vanessa
smiled, and started to squirm a bit.

Then down.  Emily had already pushed her skirt up from 
behind, and I did the same from the front.  The two of us, 
squatting, nuzzled our faces in and kissed her through her 
panties.  Next, the panties came off, the two of us fumbling
to get them down.  We laughed.

Back in, Emily from behind and me from the front.  Vanessa's
pussy was neatly trimmed into a little V of hair pointing to
her clit.  I could follow directions, and wrapped my mouth 
around her special place, sucking in deeply.  I worked on 
her clit, rubbing my tongue around, teasing, licking, 
sucking.  Every so often, I would push back deeper to lick 
her pussy hole.  A few times, I met Emily's tongue there, 
and we giggled.

Vanessa started to get really hot.  She squatted a bit, 
spreading her legs out farther.  I could feel it was getting
close.

"Let's switch," I said to Emily.

We backed off and spun Vanessa in place.  She staggered a 
bit and mumbled, "Oh fuck this feels great."  We went back 
in.

I spread her cheeks and paused for a second, regarding her 
asshole.  It was still pink and firm, even after all the use
it had seen.  I kissed it, with my tongue, pressing in, 
sucking.  Her pussy was very wet by now, and I stuck two 
fingers in, getting them nice and juicy.  I tongued her 
asshole some more, then pressed the end of my fingers 
against it, pushing.  I felt her relax her anus, as much as 
she could, and my fingers slipped in.  She let out a long 
deep groan.  I pumped slowly.

Her anus tightened up.  Then she came, her body going rigid.
Her head shook back and forth.  Her knees gave out, and 
Emily and I had to support her, gradually lowering her to 
the floor while she writhed in passion.  She lay back 
against me.  Somehow, I managed to keep my fingers in, and 
continued my gentle pumping.  Emily was still sucking her 
clit.

She came again, crying out in unintelligible yelps.  I kept 
pumping.  Emily kept sucking.

A third time.  I think.  Maybe it was a continuation of the 
second.  Her legs kicked out, smacking loudly against the 
wooden floor.

Then she gasped for breath and moaned out, "Enough.  Please,
enough."

I withdrew my fingers.  Emily sat up, wiping off her chin.  
Vanessa lay there, pressed against me, with her chest 
heaving, her face rapt.  I kissed her neck, and whispered 
into her ear, "I missed you, darling."

"Oh girls," she replied, as she got her breath, "I missed 
you too."

I stuck my two fingers in her mouth.  She sucked.

Emily decided it was her turn, my delightful, eager sister.
She lay over the side of the couch, sticking her tiny little
ass up, beckoning.  Vanessa and I looked at her, she licking
her lips.

"I like Emily's little skirt," she said.

"Me too," I replied.

"Shall we?"

"Yes, let's."

We took turns on her.  Vanessa started, pulling the skirt 
up, and pressing her thumb up into her crack, pushing her 
panties a bit into her asshole.  Emily closed her eyes.  
Mmmm.  She cooed in pleasure.

The panties came down around her ankles.  She stepped out of
them, and spread her legs out as far as they would go, sort 
of standing with her ass in the air and her face in the 
couch.  Vanessa, then, sat down on her knees and ran her 
tongue up from the tip of the clit to the anus in a long, 
lingering lick.  Emily's body jerked with pleasure.

That was just a tease.  Vanessa got to work.  She wrapped 
her mouth tightly around Emily's anus, making a loud, wet 
sucking sound.  She kissed it, closing her eyes and wrapping
her arms around Emily's legs.  With her eyes still closed, 
her face passionate, she ran her mouth down over my sister's
sweet pussy, kissing, sucking, licking.  Then to her ass 
again.  Deep kisses.

Emily squirmed and moaned.

"Oh yes, Vanessa.  Stick your tongue in, please."

Emily's ass was tight, but Vanessa had a strong tongue.  Her
mouth was wrapped so tightly against the anus that I 
couldn't see, but given Emily's cries of pleasure, I'm sure 
the tongue won.

"Fuck me with your tongue," she grunted out.

Vanessa fucked Emily's ass with her tongue.

Soon it was my turn.  I squatted down, the hem of my dress 
resting on the floor.  I leaned in and licked.  After our 
long walk, and getting so hot and juicy, the odor was 
strong, musky, and intense with the smell of ass.  Her pussy
was so sweet.  Her ass was simply heaven.  I gave it a long,
lingering kiss.  I pressed in my tongue.  I ran my finger up
and down her slit, but only lightly on the clit.  I wanted 
this to last.

She started panting.  She twitched hard.  Her knees gave 
out, and she moaned loudly.   This wasn't it, however.  I 
knew every bit of her, and she wasn't even close yet.  She 
was building up, like a fucking hurricane.

I kept licking her ass, probing, pushing, giggling with 
delight.  I loved her so much.

"Oh Claire," she moaned out, "Oh Claire, Oh Claire, Oh 
Claire."

Oh Emily!

Soon it was Vanessa's turn again.  As we switched places we 
kissed deeply, licking Emily's pussy juice from one 
another's face.  We reached down, rubbing, feeling, probing.
We were both breathing hard.  We laughed, overcome with 
delight.

Then Vanessa went in again.  Back into position.  Her tongue
probed deep.  Then a finger in the pussy, a thumb on the 
clit.  Firm, but gentle pumping, a tongue in one hole, a 
finger in the other.  Time passed.  The pumping increased in
intensity.

It fucking happened.  Emily's head snapped back.  Her body 
shook with one tremendous motion.  I leaned over and peered 
at her face.  She was transformed, from a small, silly 
twelve year old girl, to a tumultuous, writhing demon of 
sex.  A long, singular groan emerged from the back of her 
throat.  She grabbed the cushions of the couch and clamped 
down tight.  Her eyes were wide; her mouth agape.  For the 
longest time, she didn't even seem to breath.  Then a sharp 
intake of breath, and a long gentle release.

No one could cum like my sister.

She tried to relax, but her body kept twitching.  She rolled
over onto her back, laughing and gasping for air.  I 
squatted, put my arm around Vanessa, and we watched her come
down from the pristine heights, amazed, transfixed, in love.

When she could talk again, she said, "Oh Vanessa, Oh Claire,
I love you both.  I love you both so much."

As we love you, my angel.  Vanessa kissed her, and whispered
sweet things in her ear.

Finally.  It was my turn.

I stood up, smoothing out my dress, and gave a pretty little
smile.  I just waited, wondering what they would do to me.

"Emily, what shall we do to your sister?" Vanessa asked.

Emily looked at me.  "Perhaps we should do you again 
instead," she said, with a big grin.

Vanessa smiled, and pinched her nipple sharply.  Emily 
gasped, then they both laughed.

"I know," Vanessa said, "you warm her up for me, sweetie, 
I'm going to get my little friend."

Vanessa went to rummage through her luggage.  Emily came to 
me, took my hand, and led me to the couch.  I sat down, but 
she pushed me, rolling me over onto my tummy.  My dress came
up, my panties down.  And then, pure bliss.

Her tongue was such a small little thing, but it could find 
the most delightful places.  Tiny fingers assisted, probing 
where the tongue was not.  Soon my holes were filled with 
little wet, squirmy bits of heaven.  Wisps of pleasure 
spread out from down there, tingling up my body.  I felt my 
nipples rubbing against my dress.  I heard sloppy, wet 
sounds from her mouth as she sucked and kissed.  My pussy 
started to flow, and my juices dripped down my leg.

Vanessa returned, carrying her little friend.  It was a six 
inch, narrow vibrator with a small, bulbous head.  Emily saw
it and asked, "Mmmm, when did you get that?"

"I've had it a very long time," she answered, "It was sort 
of a gift from an old friend.  I rarely take it out, though,
lots of bittersweet memories."

She handed it to Emily.  "Rub it on her pussy to get it 
wet," she said, "Then .. well .. you know where it goes."

Emily rubbed it up and down my pussy until it was slippery.
Then she pushed it slowly into my ass.  After the end passed
through, I tightened my anus around it.  It was so stiff.  I
writhed and turned, every motion pushing it hard against my 
insides.  I felt a deep and wonderful ache.  I groaned 
again.

"You turn it on by twisting the end there," Vanessa said.

I felt it come alive, and a shock of pleasure shot up my 
body.  I felt the hum all the way down to my clit.  I 
grabbed the cushions hard, my mouth opened wide.  I almost 
came, but got myself relaxed just in time.

Emily started pumping me with it, slowly.  I just held on to
the couch, contorting, writhing, moaning.  I bit down on a 
cushion and squealed.  She kept fucking me with it.

Vanessa sat next to me on the couch.  "Turn over, sweetie," 
she said.  She and Emily helped me carefully turn over, 
pushing my legs back so they curled against my tummy.  I lay
back, my head resting on Vanessa's lap, my legs up, and 
sweet Emily squatting there fucking my ass.

"Look at me," Vanessa said.

I gazed up at her, deeply, into her eyes.  There was 
something inside her, gazing back at me, gentle and perfect.
For this, I loved her.  She smiled.

Emily wrapped her mouth around my pussy, probing me with her
little tongue.  She twisted the vibrator, angled it up, and 
drove it in deeper.  My toes curled, but I stayed relaxed, 
just enough.

"Go easy on her pussy, dear," Vanessa said, "We want this to
last."

Emily drew back, and just focussed on the vibrator.

"You can fuck her a little harder, I think.  Is that fine 
Claire?"

"Yes," I grunted out.

She fucked mer harder.  A lot harder.  I put my legs down, 
arching up on the balls of my feet, rocking my hips to the 
rhythm of it.  Vanessa unbuttoned the top of my dress, and 
bared my chest.  She lightly ran her fingers over my nipples
in little circles, while Emily fucked me, biting her bottom 
lip, her face transfixed.

I gave up trying to relax.  There was just no way I could.  
It would not be long.

I began to feel spasms shoot up my body.  I shuddered.  I 
couldn't even tell what I was feeling anymore.  What was 
pleasure?   What was pain?  There were shocks of sensation, 
shooting from my ass, across my pussy, and up the rest of 
me.

Then just a tiny bit more, and I fell over the edge.  I 
cried out.  I shot my hips forward wildly, Emily falling 
back and me sliding on top of her.  I kicked my legs out, my
body trashing about.  Emily kept one hand on the vibrator, 
and shielded her head with the other.  Vanessa tried to 
restrain me, but to no avail.  I shuddered again.  Then my 
body went totally rigid, and I let out a long, perfect 
groan, releasing everything inside of me in one passionate 
sound.  I peed a little.  Then I relaxed.

"Holy shit," I said.

Emily lay there.  "I think you just peed on me."

"Sorry dear."

"No problem."

By now I was straddling her, and she bent up and licked my 
sopping wet pussy.

"Should I keep fucking you?" she asked.

"No, please, pull it out.  But the licking feels nice.  Just
please, be gentle."

She pulled the vibrator out with a little pop, and shut it 
off.  I got back up on the couch, and she leaned in and 
gently ran her tongue around my pussy.  It felt all tingly.
I lay back on Vanessa's lap, and she stroked me.

"Fuck that was hot," Vanessa said.

"It was pretty nice," I said, smiling.

Emily gave my pussy a few more soft licks, then climbed up 
into my lap and kissed me.  Vanessa leaned forward, and 
embraced both of us.

Now that we'd each had a turn, and didn't each have such a 
desperate need to cum anymore, we kind of had a free-for-all
of hugging, kissing, and licking.  I stood and took off my 
dress.  It was soaked down around the butt area.  Then I 
pulled off Vanessa's skirt, which also had a huge wet spot.
I pushed her back on the couch and ate her pussy.  Emily 
stripped off her pee soaked clothes, and crawled up behind 
me and resumed eating my pussy and ass.  None of us were 
going to cum again any time soon, so we just took our time 
and made each other feel good.  We were smiling, laughing, 
and cooing gently.

I tried not to think about our clothes, or how we would 
sneak back into the cabin.  I'd worry about that when I had 
too.

After a bit, Vanessa pulled me up to her and kissed me.  
Then we pushed Emily down on the couch and took turns eating
her sweet, young, pink pussy.  Next I crawled behind 
Vanessa, and ate her ass.  She started breathing hard, 
getting all hot and bothered.  I pressed in my tongue, and 
fingered her to another climax.  Then to Emily again, 
standing her up, me taking her pussy, Vanessa her ass.  She 
started moaning and begging for more.  I put a finger in, 
fucking her with it.  She came hard, grabbing my hair and 
holding me to her cunt.

Then me again, on the couch.  Vanessa ate me while Emily 
sucked my little tits.  Vanessa sensed my getting close, and
brought me home with her tongue on my clit and two fingers 
in my ass.

Then we climbed up together on the couch kissing and 
hugging.

"I need to rest a bit," Vanessa said.

"Me too," Emily replied, laying back onto Vanessa's lap and 
playing with her own little nipples.

I looked at my watch.  It was fifteen minutes before noon.  
We had no more time.

"I think we're going to need to go," I said.

"No!" Emily shouted.

"Sweetie, mother will be up soon."

"So?  She'll think we're out playing."

"She'll look for us.  She might ask at the desk.  They lady 
there will tell her where we are.  She'll come and knock on 
that door."

I was right.  At that exact moment, there was a knock.

Fuck!




We sat stunned for a moment.  Perhaps it was not her.  Then 
we heard her voice, "Vanessa?  Girls?  Are you in there?"  
She knocked again.

I ran an peeked out the back window.  There were trees 
behind the cabin.  They were a tantalizing hope of escape, 
but I noticed a steep embankment and tangled underbrush.  It
looked like a desperate path.

We could put our clothes on and invite her in, but they were
a mess, and everything was covered in pussy juice.  I'm sure
the whole room reeked of sex.

Vanessa just sat there with a blank look.  Emily whispered, 
"Let's hide until she goes away."

She knocked again.

"No, let's get dressed and let her in," I said.

"Huh?"

"Mother is clever.  She'll likely wait by the door.  How 
long can we sit in here quietly?  She'll ask where we were, 
then check our story.  Let's just let her in and face the 
music."

"They'll arrest me," Vanessa muttered.

"Only if she tells."

She knocked again, louder, then tried the door.  It opened.
None of us had thought to lock it.

So, that was the scene she found, the three of of naked, our
soiled clothes strewn about, and the stink of sex.  The 
vibrator was still laying in plain sight on the floor.

"Hello mother," I said, "Would you give us a moment to get 
dressed?"

The color drained from her face.  She muttered something 
unintelligible.  I looked at my two dear lovers, and went to
put on my dress.  Emily looked terrified.  She scrambled and
put on her clothes.

Vanessa just sat naked.  She looked empty.

We'd had a good run, two years.  We had to get caught sooner
or later.  I hoped it would not be a disaster.

"Here sweetie," I said taking her clothes, "Let's get you 
dressed.  Mother, please wait outside for a bit, and we'll 
call you in when we're ready."

She stepped outside, but did not close the door.  I stood 
Vanessa up and helped her put on her skirt and top.  I 
straightened out her clothes, and mine, as much as possible.
Then I sat with her on the couch, and held her hand to me.

"It will be OK," I whispered.  I kissed her hand.

"Please come back in," I said.  Mother entered,  dragged a 
stout wooden chair to face the couch, and sat across from 
us.

"Emily, go sit with her," I said.

That was my master stroke.  I placed all of our hopes in the
hands of my sweet sister.  Emily went to mother, took her 
hand, and climbed into her lap.

"Your clothes are damp, sweetie."

"Yeah.  I know."

Mother gave me a very dark look.

The pieces were all in place.  It was time for the game to 
begin.

"Mother, Vanessa and I are lovers.  We have been since she 
stayed with us two years ago."

"And Emily?"

"She is .. our special friend."

Mother looked horrified.

"Don't be mad," Emily whispered.

"We manage to meet when we can, and we make love."

"Do you expect me to accept this?"

"Yes."

She sat still, glaring at me.  I could see the anger 
swirling behind her eyes.

"What kind of girl are you?  When I caught you with 
Mirielle, I thought you were just the victim of her 
seduction.  Were you the seducer?"

"It was sort of mutual."

"Who is Mirielle?" Vanessa asked.

"She was my girlfriend," mother answered, "until I caught 
her will Claire."

"You cheated on me?" Vanessa asked.

"Sort of.  I had a good reason.  We'll talk about it later."

Emily added, "She had a good reason, Vanessa.  Please don't 
be mad."

"You mustn't cheat on me.  I don't cheat on you.  Ever.  And
its harder for me.  You have Emily."

"Claire?" mother asked, "Do you and your sister .."

She didn't complete the thought.  I didn't pursue it.

We all sat quietly.  A dark, turgid mood filled the room.

"I should call the police," mother said.

This could go very wrong.  I considered murder; god help me.

Emily started to cry.  "Please don't mommy," she sobbed out,
"I love her.  Claire loves her too."

"It's true.  I love her with all my heart," I said, "If you 
take her from us, you'd be killing us."

"Like you took Mirielle from me?"

"I'm sorry about that.  But Mirielle and Vanessa are not the
same, and you could have kept Mirielle, if you wanted her."

Emily was sobbing.  She clung to our mom, and put her head 
against her chest.  Mother held her, and tried to comfort 
her.  Emily nuzzled in closer, and stopped her tears.  Then 
she began to unbutton mother's blouse.

Never underestimate my sister.

"What are you doing, Emily sweetie."

We were devil girls.  I heard Vanessa gasp.  I just watched,
waiting for whatever happened next.

Mother didn't stop her.  She let the buttons all get undone.
Then Emily freed one of her breasts from her bra, and took 
her nipple into her mouth.

Mother looked at me, terrified, but she still held Emily 
close.

I smiled.  "She's irresistible, isn't she?"

Her expression softened.  First she looked curious, then 
content, and finally a look of soft pleasure covered her.  I
went to her.  I squatted down next to her chair, and freed 
the other beast from her bra.  Her nipple was large and 
dark.  I took it into my mouth and sucked.

She reached her arm around me.  "Oh Claire," she said, "We 
mustn't."

"Let's take you to the couch," I said,  "It will be more 
comfortable."

I stood and took her hand, leading her over.  Vanessa got 
up, and made room for us.  Mother sat in the center, and 
Emily and I curled up on each side of her, and returned to 
her breasts.  Vanessa squatted down in front of her, lifting
her feet and taking off her shoes.

Her tit was so soft.  Her nipple got real hard in my mouth.
I felt her tense up and let out a gentle sigh.  She stroked 
my face, and Emily's.

"I can't believe this is happening," she said.  Vanessa 
began licking her feet.

"Mother, will you suck on mine?" I asked.

"Sweetie, we mustn't do this."

"Please mommy," Emily said, "Don't make me stop.  I've 
wanted to do this for so long."

Then a shiver of pleasure passed up her body from where 
Vanessa was sucking on her toes.  She sat there.  I could 
almost feel her indecision.  We were on the edge of a knife.

Emily took her nipple back into her mouth, and gazed up 
deeply into her eyes, then closed her own, and slowly kept 
sucking with a rapt face.

Mother breathed heavily.  "Sweetie, take off your dress."

I stood, undid the buttons, and let my dress fall to the 
floor.  Then I got back on the couch, sitting up on my 
knees, and pressed my chest to her face.  She took a nipple 
into her mouth and gave it a long, deep kiss.  I held her 
face to me, and felt gentle strands of pleasure ripple 
across my body.  My pussy felt warm.

Then Vanessa came up to her waist, and undid mother's 
slacks, pulling them down and off.  She was wearing a tiny 
yellow thong.

"Ms. Sommers, you have a very lovely body," Vanessa said.

"Thank you Vanessa, you're quite beautiful yourself.  Oh, 
and at this point please call me Brenda."

Emily stopped sucking, and joined Vanessa down there.  They 
pulled her hips out a bit, and pushed her legs back.  I 
straddled her torso, my chest level with her face.  I bent 
down, and whispered into her ear, "This is going to blow 
your mind."  Then up again, and her soft, sexy mouth on my 
tits, and my panties grinding against her body.

I couldn't see what they were doing to her, but I felt her 
squirm with pleasure, and I heard very wet sounds.  "Tell me
what you're doing," I said, not wanting to miss out.

"Emily is .. how shall we say .. becoming acquainted with 
her ass," Vanessa said.

"Save some for me," I said.

"Mmmm," Mother cooed, "Claire, take off those panties, and 
climb onto my face."

At that moment it dawned on me the full measure what was 
happening.  I felt an indescribable thrill.  I stood up on 
the couch, yanking my panties down and off, and pressed my 
pussy to my mother's face.  Her mouth wrapped around me, her
tongue went in, pushing and probing.  The sheer wonder of it
all was too much.  I came very quickly, my knees all wobbly.
Then I dropped down kissing her.  My pussy juice was all 
over her face.

After that it didn't take her long.  She came, crying out 
and shuddering.  I looked down at sweet Emily, her face 
ecstatic.  She pulled two fingers from mother's ass.

I dropped down to the floor, and pushed Emily aside.  I 
spread mother's cheeks, and plunged my tongue into her ass, 
licking it as she came down from the orgasm.  It tasted 
wonderful, sweet, and murky.  I fingered my pussy 
desperately, and came again, just tensing up and breathing 
hard.

I looked up at mother.  She was staring deeply into my eyes.
She said, "Oh Claire, Oh Emily, I love you both so much."

"I love you too mommy," Emily said, "And don't forget 
Vanessa.  I love you Vanessa."

I liked to show my love through actions.  I kept licking her
ass.




We all cleaned up, we at our cabin and Vanessa at hers.  
Then we met for lunch, and spent the afternoon lazing by the
lake.  Vanessa had to leave that evening to make her flight,
so we had dinner, then all got together in her cabin for a 
final goodbye.  It was lovely.  We each took turns making 
her cum.  Mother went last, and Emily and I just sat back 
and watched the two get to know each other's bodies.  Then 
she packed, took her leave, and we watched her car pull off 
into the darkness.

"She'll be gone three months?" mother asked.

"Yes."

"That is a long time."

That reminded me of something vague and wistful.

"Yes, three months can be very long, sometimes."

We returned home the next day and began our new life.  It 
was amazing.  Emily and I could be open about our love, at 
least at home.  We shut the rest of the world out.  Our 
curtains were now always drawn closed.

Vanessa emailed me every day, with news of her trip and her 
job, and sweet words of love.  I sensed a little tension in 
her messages for a while.  She was still hurt about 
Mirielle, but finally seemed to forgive me.  There was one 
new thing in her messages, though.  They now closed, "Kiss 
your dear mother and sister for me."

I closed the email program and went down the stairs.  They 
were on the couch, having already started.  They saw me, 
separated, and invited me to sit between them.  Emily 
scooted behind me, and pulled me back to her, kissing my 
neck and rubbing my tits.  Mother dropped to the floor.  The
hem of my dress was pushed up, my panties pulled off.  
Mother leaned in and ate my pussy.  Bliss.
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