Anne woke up in a sweat. She was breathing hard, and she sat up and looked around the room. Her flannel nightgown was soaked. It clung to her body. She had a dream. But what was it? What had scared her so much? No, it wasn't fear, it was arousing. She had cum, and that is what woke her. But what was the dream?

She remembered a room, a room she knew. Lots of people were in it. But no, there weren't at a party, at least not a normal party. Everyone was naked. Everyone was engaged in sex, or watching someone who was engaging in sex. She was there, naked, and so was someone she cared about very much. Deep inside she could feel it. It was someone she loved and cared about. And men and women were using her. Who was it? Suddenly she was pulled in, and she was hugging and kissing this person, no, it was a girl; a young girl. Anne's fingers could still feel the wetness as she caressed this girl's small, bald pussy. As they kissed and rubbed each other, she became aware of men and women, some who he knew that she knew, masturbating as they watched her. It was a wild dream, and she was sure that as the dream ended the men were shooting semen all over the both of them.

Anne pulled off her wet nightgown. She looked and her nipples were still erect. They stood out from her breasts like big erasers. She grabbed a clean nightgown out of the drawer, and with the light from the street light coming in the window, caught sight of herself in the mirror. For a 31 year old woman, she looked pretty good. Her boobs sagged a bit, but only a bit. Many other women she knew who had D cups like hers sagged a lot more than hers did. And that is also after breastfeeding Sarah for 2 years. Her waist or hips were not as thin as when she was a teen, but they were nothing to be ashamed about. Overall, she looked pretty good. She looked lower, and saw the matted hair over her pubic bone, proof of how much she had cum. She used to keep it shaved, but since she and her husband broke up 3 years ago, she did not bother. The only one who saw it was Sarah, when bathing together or.....

Sarah?

Was it Sarah at the party? Was she nude and spread wide for people to see? Oh God, no! How could that excite her? But the thought sent a rush of adrenalin through her. She was aroused again. She could see her daughter, thin, flat chested, hairless, lying on the floor. A man's large finger was rubbing her little slit. A woman was biting her little nipples and a hard cock was rubbing against her lips. These pictures were running across her eyes, as if she was there right now. She wanted to see that cock shoot cum all over her daughter's little face. She wanted the man to push that large finger inside her.

But there was more. Someone else she loved, or more than that, lots of people she loved were there. What was going on?

She pulled her hand from her crotch, where it had wandered to again start rubbing, and put on her nightgown. She used all the willpower she had to push the memory of the dream out of her mind. She looked at the clock. It was 5 AM. She would never get anymore sleep now, since she had to wake Sarah for school at 6 AM, so she went and made a cup of coffee.

After Sarah left for school, Anne sat down at the kitchen table. She started a letter to her cousin Maggie. They had been out of touch for years, but for some reason, Anne needed to send her a letter.

April 21st, 1979

Hello Maggie,

I know I have not written in a long time, but I thought I would sit down and write you today. Besides Christmas cards, I am not sure when we last exchanged letters. I hope all is well with you. This morning I am missing the fun you and I had as kids, but at the same time I cannot form any pictures of what we did. Isn't that odd? I have always cared very much for you, and when I think of us together it warms my heart. What is it that bonds us? It seems we are much closer than cousins normally are. I had the oddest dream last night, and I am a bit ashamed to share it. It was a sexual dream, but as dreams go, I do not remember a lot of it. I know it involved lots of people. And I am not sure, but you may have been there. Isn't that odd? Maybe that is why I am telling you. I am not sure why I am telling you. I woke up and I had obviously had a huge orgasm. But you weren't you. You were a little girl, like Sarah is now. Or were you?

See how silly dreams are.

I cannot make sense of it, or of not being able to remember the fun we had together. Do you have the same problem? We used to be so close. Why did we drift apart?

Well, I need to run. I will drop this in the mail on the way to the store. The flowers are blooming here in Ann Arbor. It is so nice that spring has arrived. I hope to hear back from you. I really miss you.

Love,

Anne

PS I hope this letter did not offend you. Somehow, I just needed to tell you about it. Please just rip it up if I have crossed a line.

Mailing the letter did not end her sudden longing for her cousin Maggie. Nor did it end the lust that she felt upon awakening. This continued for days, and so did the sexual dreams. They all involved groups of people, some who she knew and some that she did not. Sometimes Sarah was there, sometimes she wasn't. In all of them, as she became slowly aware, Anne herself was naked. She also became aware that in some of the dreams she was not an adult. She had the body of a little girl. Her chest was flat, and her little pussy was bald.

Just like Sarah now.

Sarah, Anne's daughter, was 8 years old. She had light brown hair that flowed down her back. She had a cute button nose, and full lips, that she got from her father. She was a very cute little girl with that hint of sensuality that some little girls had. She was outgoing and always trying to joke with her mom. She often ran around the house naked, joking with her mom that she was a "little bare." Anne would lightly slap her butt, and soon they would be wrestling and tickling each other.

Since writing the letter to Maggie, and the start of the dreams, Anne was more aware of Sarah and her innocent sexual play. Since they were the only ones living in the home, they did not shut the bathroom doors, or even the bedroom doors. She now noticed that while Sarah was sitting on the toilet peeing, she always had her legs spread wide, and she leaned over and watch the pee leave her and hit the water. Anne now stood and watched also. She watched as Sarah pulled down her pants and panties. She watched as she spread her legs wide and started peeing. She watched as she finished peeing, and then wiped. She watched as Sarah stood up and pulled up her pants. Often, after this, Anne would run to her room, and masturbate, thinking of what she saw, and seeing herself peeing, and Sarah watching. She would pull Sarah's face down to her throbbing pussy, and pee all over her face. In her fantasy, Sarah always looked up after, smiling, and that pushed Anne over the edge into yet another orgasm.

Anne did not understand herself. She was constantly horny, always thinking of nastier and nastier things. This was not the way it was a few weeks ago. She was a normal mom. She was in control. She did not constantly have lustful thoughts. She NEVER thought of her daughter in a sexual way. But she had to be honest. She loved it. But there was still something missing. Every day she would wait for the mail carrier, hoping, praying, that Maggie would reply. Finally, about two weeks later, Maggie did.

May 4th, 1979

Hello Hun,

I have re-read your letter a number of times. You are referring to something, but yet you do not say what. It makes me wonder. It also makes me a little fearful of saying too much. I do not want to say anything that might offend you or that you may not want to hear. I care about you, Anne, more than anyone else in the world. We have been together ever since I can remember. You have always been there for me and I have tried to always be there for you. We are more like sisters than cousins.

There have been lots of times when I have tried to talk to you about our childhood. I remember a few times very clearly. The last time was when your mom died. It was a few weeks after, and we were at your house drinking coffee, the girls were in the basement playing. I remember it so clearly. You had moved to the point where you were no longer crying all the time. You were wearing a t shirt and panties. You were looking very sexy.

Am I saying too much? This is so scary.

I remember you were talking about how loving mom was, and how she seemed different after your dad had passed away when we were 11. I asked you to tell me your favorite memory of her. You changed the subject. I also asked you if you remember the years my brother and I lived with your family. My mom was invited to live there after my dad died. Remember, he was killed fighting in Korea? I don't think I can remember him, just stories that my mom told me about him. I was hoping that asking you about when we lived together would help us open up to each other. You paused, and after about 10 seconds you shook your head and then started talking about what the girls were doing. You headed downstairs to check on them. I left the next day back to St. Louis. I could not handle being near you, and yet so very far away from you.

I remember a number of times through our teens when I tried to talk to you about past things, and you always avoided answering, one way or another.

And so, Anne, I do remember much from our childhood. Do you? What is it that you are referring to?

This is a scary letter to send, so I will mail it now without thinking, because if I think I will never send it.

I love you Sis!!!

Maggie

Anne was flooded with every emotion. It overloaded her brain, and she collapsed onto the coach. She couldn't move, all she could do is let the emotions have their way with her. She started crying for the pain she caused Maggie, and she was also flooded with many memories, like the dreams she had. She was crying and cumming for at least 5 minutes before she was able to get control back enough to write Maggie back.

May 6th, 1979

Hello Mag,

I don't know how to respond. I have been horrible. I did not share with you the way I should have. I did not let you talk about our past. To be honest, I did not remember. I have been getting flash backs for the last week, out of the blue. I did not even remember that you both lived with us until you wrote that, and it all came flowing back to me. It was you, your mom and your brother, and you lived with us from as early as I remember to when you were 14. I remember how we both cried now, how I felt my world was coming to an end. I remember seeing your mom and my mom hugging, saying that sister are together always, even when they are apart.

I remember our last night with us sharing a bedroom. I remember us being naked, in the same bed. You had no real breasts, but puffy nipples which always seemed to be hard. I can feel those nipples in my mouth. I miss them. And I feel your hands on my breasts buds, a bit more developed than yours. That last night, I remember looking at your pussy, real close, as I licked your inner thighs. I gently moved my tongue up, and lightly licked your outer lips. Your pussy lips were always so sensitive, almost as much as your clitoris. And after licking your pussy lips, I felt your juices start to flow. I knew I had to time it just right. I continued to lick your lips, and taste your glorious juices, and then, at just the right moment, I reached up and pinched both of your hard nipples and lightly nibbled on your clit. You went wild, and my face was flooded. I loved the way you squirted when you came. You tasted so sweet and pure. I want to taste that taste again! I want you on my face, I want to pinch your nipples. I need most of all, your hugs. I miss those arms so much.

Oh God, why did I block it all out? My high school years were so lonely. I am sorry I blocked it all out. Are there other things I blocked out? We must have made love before, because I remember we both knew exactly what to do to the other. What else was there? I have had flashbacks, but I cannot see the faces. I only get the feeling that it is people I know. Were we involved with group sex with friends? Who else? Do not be afraid. I want to remember. I want to make sense of all the flashbacks I have been getting. All the horniness I feel ALL of the time.

I am even turned on watching Sarah pee!!

There, I said it. Maybe now I will be able to talk about it with you. I am so sorry.

And yes, I will be brave and mail this too.

Right now.

Anne

Anne ran to the mailbox, and dropped it in. She was scared she had said too much. She did remember making love to Maggie, hadn't she? What if she hadn't? What if all these flashbacks weren't flashbacks, but just a warped fantasy? What if she was just going insane? Oh, she shouldn't have sent it. She wished that she hadn't. She was sure now, that she said WAY too much. She had told Maggie that Sarah turned her on!! Damn.

Anne was cooking dinner when Sarah got home. She dropped her bag on the floor, and after Anne told her to put it away, dropped it on her bed. She then ran out to play with the neighbor, promising to be home in time for dinner.

Sarah was only 15 minutes late for dinner. Not bad for an 8 yr old. They ate, talking about her school day, and what homework she had. After dinner, and after the two had washed and dried all the dishes, Sarah did her homework while Anne sat on the couch nearby and read.

Anne looked up from her book. Sarah was sitting at the table reading. Anne could see that she had dropped her hand to her lap and was rubbing herself. Anne was immediately aroused. She wanted Sarah to put her hand in her pants. She wanted to go over and pull her pants off and smell her through her panties as she rubbed. She wanted Sarah to suckle on her as she rubbed Sarah to orgasm.

Anne got up and went to her room, and quickly stripped off all of her clothes and got on her robe. When she came out of her room, Sarah had finished her homework, and had left the room. Anne was about to go look for her, but chickened out. She wanted to take Sarah, and to touch and lick her, but she could not. Not yet. She was still so unsure of what she was feeling.

That night she slept soundly, and the next day she was back to her normal self. It was as if the demons had left to pursue another. It was a relief. At the same time though, she felt some disappointment. She felt she was on a roller coaster, with all of it excitement and thrills, and suddenly it is over. But then the next night the dreams came back, more vivid then before.

Maggie and Anne were lying in Anne's bed, coloring. They were about 6 years old. They both had t-shirts and panties on. The panties were both white. They shared a bunk bed, with Maggie getting the top bunk. They often slept in Anne's bottom bunk, though, and giggled and talked late into the night.

The door opened, and Anne's mother, Patty, came in. The girls continued to color. She sat at the end of the bed and watched them for a few minutes, then slowly reached out and started caressing their little butts. Maggie turned toward Anne and winked, as they both continued to color. They knew what was coming. Patty's hand continued to stroke their butts, as her fingers slipped into the leg bands to get better access to the bare skin beneath.

"We are having a party tonight, girls," Her mother said. "Are you both ready?"

Both girls flipped over on their backs, and nodded yes.

"Wonderful." Patty said. "Let's get started."

At that point Patty stood up, and opened her robe. She was an attractive woman, but her age was showing. Her 36D breasts were sagging, and she had a bit of a belly. Her hips were wide, and she had a full, firm ass. Her pubic hair was unshaven, and was black, like the hair on her head. She let the robe drop and pulled the girls toward her. She directed Maggie's face to her breast, and she began to suck on her nipple. Anne was directed lower, as she spread her legs and pushed her daughter's face into her hairy patch.

The smell was strong. She liked the smell though. She pulled her mother's lips apart, as she was taught and started licking her large clitoris, as she pushed two fingers into her pussy. It was always so warm and moist. Today, she must have been thinking about the party because it was soaked. Anne kept licking, and then sucking on the clit, and her mom was getting juicier. She heard Maggie giggle, which meant that her mom had started to touch her, rub her. Maybe even finger her butt. That seemed like one of mom's favorites. She loved to put her finger in our butts, and stroke it in and out.

Anne heard the bedroom door open, and Maggie's mom, Aunt Alice, said that everyone was here. Patty went to the dresser, and brought out two tops that she had made for us. They were white, and like little bras. We took off our shirts, and holding hands, followed our moms down to the rec room in the basement, wearing our white panties and baby bras.

The room was filled with about 15 adults, men and women. As usual, the men outnumbered the women. Maggie's brother, Scott was also there. He was about 4 at the time and he was also only in underwear. Everyone else was dressed. Looking across the room, Anne saw her dad behind the bar, serving drinks to a girl that looked about 15, who was being felt up by a man who looked to be in his 40's. Everyone else already seemed to have drinks, and some had obviously been drinking for some time.

All three children were put on a table, facing the group. As usual, the order in which adult got to play with them had been determined before they arrived. An older man, in his 50's, went up to Maggie and pulled up her little bra. His mouth went to one of her flat nipples and his hand went into her panties. Another man went up to Scottie and pulled down his little underwear and started sucking on his baby cock. People around us started to kiss and rub each other as they undressed. The 15 year old, her firm but smaller breasts still exposed, came up to Anne and started kissing her. She opened her mouth and felt the girl's tongue enter her mouth gently as her hands caressed her back, her chest, and her butt. Anne reached out to feel her lovely boobs.

As the sexual moans in the room increased, the girl stopped kissing her and whispered in her ear, "I have my period, just so you know. Your mom said that you wouldn't mind that at all".

Anne didn't. She had learned that it didn't matter. She just took it in stride like all the other things that she had to do.

"I have really been looking forward to this" the girl continued. "I have not had any good sex for months, since the family I used to babysit for moved away. Their five year old daughter and I were lovers. I am sure though, that I will find another soon." The girl then backed away from Anne and quickly striped out of her clothes, leaving on her Kotex garter. The girl then undressed Anne, as she was able to look around the room.

There was too much sex going on to get a clear picture of any individual scene. She did see her mom sucking a man, and her dad was sucking another man. Scottie was on all fours, his butthole being licked by the man who had started with him, but Scott was licking the pussy of a woman standing in front of him. Maggie was on her back, legs in the air, and three men were around her, blocking her view.

The girl with Anne laid her down, and started to lick her. While she was being licked, a man came up to the table and pushed his cock in her mouth. She could feel the man with his large cock in her little mouth, pushing in and pulling it out, faster and faster. She felt the girl licking her, making her more and more excited. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Maggie, with one man cuming on her chest and another on her pussy. All around her she could hear the moans and cries of pleasure from all the sex that was occurring. As she was getting close to cuming, the man pulled his cock out of her mouth and came all over her chest and belly. Scottie came over and began licking it off as Anne came.

When Scottie was done licking, a washcloth appeared and someone wiped off her chest and pussy, and the girl took off her pad and sat on Anne's face. Anne began licking as the young woman pulled at her nipples, rocking on Anne's nose, lips and chin. Anne thought about how the taste was different, but was not bad. A little more bitter, kind of. She must have gotten used to it. The girl was getting close. Anne felt her juices run into her mouth and down her face The girl was calling her a slut, and other nasty names. Suddenly, the girl came, and rolled off Anne. She came back up to Anne, and gave her a big kiss and told her she was wonderful. She also said to remember her if she ever had any babies. Again, someone wiped her clean.

Anne looked over at Maggie. She had her brother's little cock in her mouth, and he was kissing a very old man, maybe about seventy, and stroking the old man's cock. It was limp, but the man seemed to enjoy it. She saw her mom and Maggie's mom both getting fucked, and kissing each other. It was when they were together like this that Maggie could really see them as sisters.

Anne heard a loud buzz and woke with a start. The alarm was going off and she had to wake Sarah for school. She got up quickly and got to her morning tasks. She shook off her dream, and thought about it a lot both that day and the next. A few days later, a new letter arrived from Maggie.

May 9th, 1979

Oh Anne!!!

I want to talk to you so bad, but I know I would not be able to talk to you about these things on the phone. I am crying too hard. So I will continue to use the mail. It somehow feels safer also.

You do not know how sad I was to leave you, and after that you turned off. You were my first and yes, still are my deepest love. I could not stand it when you got married, and so I got married in response. I never loved him, but it was just so I would quit wishing I had you. After he made two babies in me, we both seemed to lose interest in each other sexually.

Hun, I wanted you all through high school. We would come over to your house, and as you remember you got boobs quicker and much larger than mine. I wanted so badly to touch them, but you turned me off. I wanted you. I missed the taste of you. I missed everything about you. I still do. I even went as far as to steal your dirty panties when I used to come and visit. Oh Anne, I am so sad for all the years I have been without you. You are still the only person I love. You are still my only lover who gave me the joy and love I needed. My life has been empty since I was 14. Cocks do not fill me like your slim fingers did. I have been involved in many sexual experiences and none satisfy me. Oh Anne, I hope I am not scaring you away, but I must get this out. It is pent up from over 20 years of silence.

I am crying Anne, and yes, rubbing. Thinking of you, I cannot help it, I have missed it for so long. I know you may think me gross and sick, but I must tell you it all. It is you I love. I have cum twice since I first read your letter this morning. Please do not hurt me. I could not handle losing you again. I so want to be a part of your life. I so want us to be together again. I miss your touch, your smell, your silliness, your love.

I know you have lots of memories coming back, and I am sure I can imagine what many of them are. I can also see us as kids and all the men along with our families. And yes, I can feel your tongue licking sperm off my body and me doing the same to you. Together we licked my mom and yours, and switched back and forth. Watching you lick cum out of my mom was such a turn on. There were times I would just watch you two and masturbate. We drank pee together from them, and from each other. Oh, I want your pee again on my body, and in my mouth. I need to drink from your fountain. Yes, and we loved my brother. Some nights you would fall asleep with his cute cock in your mouth. I remember it all. I hope you do too.

But.... I need to know how you are feeling about these memories?

OK, that is it. I have put myself out there. You now know how I feel. I cannot change my feeling. But I will not write to you or call you unless what I wrote is ok. I will not harass you. But just so you know, I cannot handle losing you again if I get you back. I would die, and I am not being melodramatic. If you are afraid of all of this, then let me know. I will not push it. Please, make sure you are ready to love me forever if you come back to me.

Just say the word and me and my two girls will be on the train to Ann Arbor, but not until I know it is the right thing for you.

OK I will mail this and wait until you write back. I will wait, but it will be hard, but I will wait. I will.

Maggie

Anne read the letter, pulled off her clothes, grabbed a pen and paper and started writing.

May 11th, 1979

My dearest Mag,

Oh my God! I need you. I never remembered. I am so sorry. I can now think back to taste of dad's sperm dripping off your body, and me licking it up. My mom and your mom both straddling us and peeing. You using a hair brush when I was 10 to break my cherry. It hurt so much but I am so glad it was you. I remember so clearly you breaking me and me breaking you and us huddling and sleeping together after. We knew that when we turned 12 that we would start to have cocks in our pussies and our asses. You and I taking turns sucking your brother. Oh Maggie, I am sorry. I am crying too. I am sitting here crying, my pants are down and I am rubbing too. And all those others. Men women and other children were all involved. Oh god I am going to pee in a glass and drink it. Oh, I am so sorry. I know you are far away right now, but I want you now. When will that be? I will wait. I am crying so hard. I am so sorry.

Yes, I am so sorry. How could I have hurt you so much. How could I have been so cruel. How could I have let you down so much. I feel horrible. I cannot believe that you are able to forgive me. How can I show you how sorry I am?

Yes, all the visions in my head now, of all that happened, and I admit I liked it. But now I know why. It is because you were there. We were a team and could do anything. We were the tough two, remember? As long as they abused both of us it was ok. God, that was something. I have so many nasty memories, but all they do is arouse me now. I can't believe it. But I have a few questions, spaces in my memory. Why did it stop? It wasn't happening when we were like 14 before you moved out. And Maggie did you like it? Is the memory hot for you? And lastly, what about your girls? Do you? Have you?

Oh, I can't wait until we can be together again. I promise to be with you, naked and spread, the moment you arrive. And yes, my big boobs are all yours, as long as I can play with your cute little ones.

I love you, Maggie,

Anne

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May 16th, 1979

Anne

Cum never tasted as good as when it was on you. It was yummy. Yes, we were the TOUGH TWO. Nothing could defeat us. We would do anything as long as we were together. We sucked so much cock and pussy, we had done more sex by the time we were 8 than some people have done in their whole life. Damn, I want those breasts. I just called Train Station. I am taking off next week and the girls and I will be arriving at the Ann Arbor train station on the 23rd, at 4 PM. I can't wait.

Ok, to answer your questions. I will start with the toughest one first. I always dreamed of us having kids and we do them together like mom and your mom did us. But you weren't there, and so I did not have the drive without you. I did end up marrying a pervert husband, though. One day, about 4 years ago, I came home from volunteering at the hospital and Brad was in the girls' room. They were about 4 and 6 at the time. I went upstairs and peeked in and saw them all naked. He was flat on his back with Kim, my youngest, on his face and Amber sucking his cock. I watched for a few minutes, and it was clear the girls were enjoying it as much as he was. I could see his big tongue going along the little crack of Kim's pussy. She was giggling and wiggling. Amber had her little hands on the big cock of Brads, and was stroking it up and down as her mouth as able to just cover his head. Her naked pussy was wide open for me because she was facing the door. It was so beautiful. My 2 little girls, so very sexy, doing what their mom and aunt did. I took off my clothes.

I entered the room, and both girls froze. I smiled and signaled for them to be quite. The were but still did not move a muscle. Brad pushed Kim up a bit and asked Amber why she had stopped. That is when he saw me and he threw Kim unto the bed. Before he could move I was sucking his cock and pushing my finger up his ass. He loved that. He moaned and I pulled off long enough to get Amber sitting on his face and Kim sucking my breast, as I rubbed her little, wet, 4 year old slit.

I was in heaven. Before the night was over I had licked both, and taught them both to lick me, and had licked Brad's cum off of both of them. It turned out Brad had always been into younger, and had been playing with them for a few weeks before I caught them. He had also been involved with three of our 4 babysitters.

That was his downfall. He fell in love with our 13 yr old babysitter. He loved fucking her up the ass. She was a foster child who lived a few doors down who would do anything sexual with us. A few weeks after I caught him with the girls, they disappeared together. I am sure they have started there own family since.

I am still active with the girls. And they have expanded a bit more than you or I ever did. They are always playing with one of their friends, and I know at least one dad in our neighborhood that has licked Amber. So that is where I am with them. And yes, I want you to be with them also.

As for our sexual play with adults, it ended when your dad died. It was like turning off a switch. My mom said that it was because he had all the contacts, and he had a system that allowed people to pay to be at the parties, or to bring other kids as payment. That is why we never had men fuck us when we turned 12. Your dad died a few months before your 12th birthday. I am still in contact with a few of the kids who were at the parties with us. Our moms still played with us, but not like before. It was for fun, not profit. And slowly they became more interested in others. I feel it may also have been related to the fact we were no longer cute little girls but were growing up. We also were getting into more things, having more friends, and as a result they needed to let us be ourselves.

So, I hope that answers some of your questions. And yes, I dream of being with my two and you two on the 23rd. I hope I did not scare you off. I so hope I will be welcomed when I arrive. Have you done anything with Sarah?

LOVE!!!!

Maggie

PS. The Money. Your dad did not waste it. He was a CPA, remember? He set up a Trust Fund for Scott, you and me. Mom put me in charge of yours, at your mom's request, because they would not bring up the memories with you unless you were ready. So yes, your fund is now worth close to $650,000. I will bring the information when I come.

Anne had been rereading the letter all day. She could not wait. She was on fire. She did not care about the money. She was comfortable, but somehow being sold for sex at such an early age made it more exciting. Sarah was in her room after dinner. She was most likely reading one of her comic books. Anne got up, and went to her room, and took off all of her clothes. She walked through the living room, not caring that the curtains were open, and to Sarah's room. She walked in, and Sarah was lying on her stomach, reading. She had her skirt and top still on from school. The skirt had risen up a bit, exposing her light blue panties. She looked up at her, a bit confused that her mother was nude.

"Sarah," Anne said. "We need to talk about your Aunt Maggie. She will be visiting us soon with your two cousins, and I want to make sure you are ready."

Anne started rubbing Sarah's butt through her panties, and leaned forward to kiss her.