Purple Luv, Chapter One

by Realist1

It was 10:17 PM, the second Wednesday in June. Danielle was in her room, sitting on her bed, wearing her nightgown, holding what had been her favorite teddy bear because she needed something to hold. She was seven years old, hair long and brown, freshly washed and dried, with big dark eyes that gazed around at what was happening with little emotion.

At first, everything had happened so fast — finding her mom on the floor, shaking her, calling 9-1-1, finding a neighbor, seeing the police and paramedics arrive and rush into the house. But now it was all moving as in slow motion, like a dream part in a movie, and the voice of the lady cop that knelt in front of her was muffled, like she was hearing it through the glass of a window. And all she could do was hold her teddy bear and sit there, helpless to do anything else.

"You know, it was very brave of you to call nine-one-one for your mom," the female officer said, and she heard this, but she didn't remember it that way. When it happened, she had just reacted, reacted without even thinking. Each step had just come to her, including the 9-1-1 call. The words had just come out of her mouth while her mind was racing from here to there. Was that being brave? She didn't know.

"Danielle, do you have anyone close-by, family that you could stay with?"

"Um... not close-by... but I have an aunt who lives in... um... Quincy."

"Downstate? That Quincy?"

Danielle nodded.

"Is my mom going to be all right?"

"Well, yes, but I think she may need to go away for a while. We can try to contact that aunt of yours, but I think the first thing to do is find someone for you to stay with tonight. Do you have a friend close-by? Someone you go on sleepovers with, at their house? Because, otherwise, I'd have to take you to social services, and I would hate to do that with you, sweetheart. You don't need that right now."

Danielle gave her the name of a friend and found the number and dialed it, spoke to her friend's mom, then gave the phone to the officer, and stood listening, all as if in a dream.

The female officer helped her pack some things, took her out to the car, put her in front and buckled her in. They drove away, red lights still flashing behind them.

*****

Kit looked out the window. It was Thursday in Quincy, the first day of summer vacation, and it was raining. It was not a storm. Just one of those dull gray days when it just rains on and off all day long. The ten-year-old leaned with her arms folded on the window-sill, wearing a short, satiny blue nightgown, her golden curls wild about her head and shoulders, her shapely legs crossed at the ankles. Her baby-blue eyes gazed out at the rain a moment longer, rolling upward to look at the colorless sky, and then she turned from it, feeling the urge to pee.

She left her room and passed by her sister Lacy's bedroom on the way to the bathroom. She stopped, looking in on a familiar scene, that of Lacy naked on the bed, her legs spread, cupping one of her opulent breasts while holding a vibrator to her clean shaven fourteen-year-old pussy. Kneeling next to her on the bed was Kit's thirteen-year-old stepbrother Johnny, also naked, stroking a proud, stiff erection.

"Having fun?" Kit grinned, rolling her eyes before continuing her trip to the bathroom.

"Oh, yes... " Lacy called after her.

Once in the bathroom, leaving the door open, Kit took her panties down and rested her plump rear-end on the toilet seat and let go. She heard the phone ring, but someone got it after the second ring. She finished her pee, stood up and wiped her plump, hairless little bud from behind, top to bottom, flushed the toilet and pulled up her very brief satiny blue panties. She turned off the light and walked down the hallway, right into Lacy's bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Lacy and Johnny were still at it, both looking flushed and excited.

"The phone rang," Kit said.

"Lee... probably got it," Lacy said, her eyes closed, her whole body tensed and ready.

"He's home today?" Kit asked. Lee was Johnny's father, the girls' stepfather, a man their mother had met on-line. He was gentle, quiet, with many of the same interests as their mother.

"Yes... he's... home... Oh, god, Johnny, I'm gonna..."

The boy watched with wide brown eyes as Lacy cried out, writhing on the bed, her toes curling at the ends of her outstretched legs. He let out a yelp and gripped his cock tightly before letting out a big spurt of white semen that landed on Lacy's belly. Kit sat there, feeling a warm tingle between her thighs as she watched them orgasm together. She rested her cheek on one hand, smiling softly.

"Boy, what a mess," Lacy said, looking down at the rather large puddle of white cum on her belly. "What you been doing, Johnny? Taking lessons from your dad in that tantric stuff?"

"Yeah," the boy grinned, "It sure feels good."

"Hey, Kitten," Lacy asked, "wanna take a shower with me?"

"Yeah," Kit said, standing up and taking off her nightgown and panties and following Lacy into the bathroom. They got into the shower together and Lacy turned on the water, adjusted the temp, and pulled on the button. She wet herself down completely, including her golden curls, then gave Kitten a turn under the water as she washed her hair. It was only after they had each washed their own golden curls that they began washing each other, and Kit took the first turn, washing Lacy.

Kit loved her sister's body. It was so curvy and full, her breasts big and firm and round with large red nipples. Kit liked washing those breasts and seeing the look of pleasure on Lacy's face as she soaped up those hard nipples. Lacy's flat tummy looked just like hers, and her pussy, which Lacy always kept hairless, looked like Kitten's as well, until you got inside, where the pink lips spread out further than Kitten's little flaps. Kit liked the expression on Lacy's face when she washed her pussy. Lacy staggered a bit there in the shower, turning a little red in the face.

Lacy was a beautiful girl, and Kitten hoped that she would look and be just like her in four years. Lacy was more than just a sister. She was a gentle, loving guide who had taken her through many new things, some of them a little frightening, was always there afterwards to hold her and tell her everything was just fine. There were still things that, as curious and aroused she was by them, frightened the ten-year-old, but big-sister/lover/best friend Lacy was always there to make her feel safe.

It was as Lacy was taking her turn, and was down on her knees gently spreading Kitten's hairless mound, washing the pink inside, that the girls heard someone lift the toilet seat, hearing the sound as it clanked against the tank.

"Johnny?" Lacy said.

"No, it's Daddy Lee," came their stepfather's voice, "You alone in there?"

"I'm here, too," Kitten said, flushing as her sister washed her clit.

"Ain't that sweet," Lee said. "Washing each other?"

"Yes," Lacy said, smiling, "you old horn-toad."

"Got a call from your aunt Linda's neighbor, girls. Looks like we may have a houseguest for a while."

"Who?" Lacy asked.

"Your little cousin, Danielle. Your aunt Linda took an overdose of drugs. She needs help, and Danielle needs a place to stay. Say... you girls feel like playing? May be our last chance to do it for a while, if your mom agrees to take her in, and I'm sure she will."

Lacy looked at Kitten and Kitten shrugged, a frown sinking the corners of her mouth. Lacy smiled and whispered in Kitten's ear. Kitten perked up then, and Lacy pulled back the curtain, sticking her head out.

"Okay, but you're only going to watch, okay?"

"That's just fine, Lacy-poo."

Their stepfather was a slim, wiry man who stood just under six foot. There was no sag to his thirty-eight-year-old body and he was a good-looking man, very gentle, with the energy and vigor of a teenager. He was a good father to Johnny, and was a good dad to the girls, whose real father had disappeared when they were much younger. He leaned over and took a warm, wet kiss from Lacy, feeling her tongue in his mouth. He pulled back, smiling and licking his lips.

"When you girls are done, I'm getting in there," he said. "And then, when I come out, you two can give me a good show."

*****

Lee sat back on the recliner, a sheet spread over it to keep his skin from sticking to the vinyl, and a towel under his butt to catch any drips of baby oil. He looked up at the curtain that hung just a few feet away, spreading across the length of the basement recreation room.

"Ready, Daddy Lee?" Lacy called to him.

"Yes, ma'am," Lee said, holding and kneading the flesh of his soft penis.

Lacy spoke, in a deep, sultry tone:

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for... 'Purple Luv'?"

The music began, a slowly building dance rhythm of the tribal quality, and the curtain opened slowly, revealing the set behind, a large, heart-shaped bed with a few stuffed animals, red and blue bulbs lighting the scene, as Kitten began her dance on her bare feet, moving her hips sensuously, her golden curls tied up into fluffy pig-tails, her cut-off pink t-shirt with red letters reading "HOT STUFF", and a short red skirt with a satiny white thong underneath, the crotch barely visible beneath the skirt.

Lacy appeared from behind the curtain, wearing all items that matched what her little sister was wearing, her hair also in pigtails. She danced along with her sister, and after dancing separately for a few moments, they moved together, pressing against one another, stroking each other with their fingers. Lacy fell to her knees, holding Kit about the waist, swaying her back and forth, then laying her head against Kitten's flat tummy, her hands reaching under Kitten's skirt, cupping the girl's exposed buttocks. Kitten looked over at her stepfather, trying to give him as sexy a look as possible, but nervous seeing that large penis of his, fully erect, fat and long and coated with baby oil, Lee's fist stroking it up and down, making an oily, slurping sound. She liked it, was amazed by it, her curiosity aroused, but she still feared it for its size.

Lacy turned her around as the music faded, and she lifted the skirt and began to kiss the smooth flesh of Kitten's round buttocks as her hands stroked the front of the little girl's smooth thighs. She took the waist of the thong underwear and whisked them down, turning her to face Lee. The little girl stared at his big cock as she spread her legs and felt her big sister spread her pear-shaped pussy-mound with gentle fingers, exposing the pink inside. "Oh, yeah," Lee smiled, jerking himself very fast for a moment before settling back into a slow, steady rhythm.

Within moments, both girls were naked, with only their pig-tails left as they curled up together on the heart shaped bed and began kissing. And Kitten forgot Lee was there, like she normally did when she was with her sister like this. Lacy had taught her how to block everything out and just live within the small space of her body, or the space of both of their warm bodies pressed together.

It was as Kitten was sucking at Lacy's breasts that footsteps, the kind made by high-heels, came slowly down the steps to the basement. It was Janet, the girls' mother, Lee's petite, beautiful golden-haired wife. She smiled, shaking her head. She sidled up next to Lee's chair, folding her arms as she put her weight on one foot, cocking her hip in her floral-printed dress.

"Yes, girls," she whispered, and Lee looked up at her, smiling back. In a soft voice, she mentioned her phone call from a certain neighbor of her sister Linda's. Lee nodded. Janet went further to say that she had whole-heartedly agreed to take her little niece in, and added, "...so, unless we want to freak the girl out, we had better keep this stuff down here and only at night, huh?"

"Yes, Dear," Lee said. "Want to join in?"

"Not now. I'm only on lunch break, picking up a few things for the trip. I'm taking off at three to go get her."

"Sorry about your sister, Baby Doll."

"Hey, she always was a mess. Never could handle life."

Janet tingled between the legs as she watched her younger daughter begin to go down on the older one, spreading the moist pussy lips and sticking out her tongue to lick under the hood where the lips came together. She saw her older daughter begin to undulate, taking a gentle grip on Kitten's pigtails. She looked at Kitten's sexy behind, raised up in the air, her legs spread to show her crack, only the velvety hood exposed. And she felt very aroused watching this, enough that she was tempted to stay and at least watch, if not join in.

"Oooo..." Lacy moaned, "...oh, Kitten... yes...yes...ye-es!"

Janet squeezed her legs together as she watched her older daughter come, Lacy's shapely legs wrapping around her little sister's head, holding it there as she cried out heartily, with no restraint. Lee had to squeeze his cock to keep from exploding as he watched this alluring display. Lacy settled down and Kitten lifted her head, her face glistening with Lacy's moisture.

"Oh, God, I've got to go," Janet said, turning away, still looking back as the girls traded places, and Lacy began to nibble on Kitten's smooth, red-flushed body from flat chest to tummy. The woman climbed the stairs slowly, finally disappearing from sight just as Lacy began to lick Kitten's pussy, the pink fully exposed, wet with her little girl juices, the clit already swollen and aroused.

Lacy licked the clean, fresh, delectable little quim with a velvet tongue, working it slowly and gently, just the way she knew Kitten liked it. And time passed as the girl's pleasure began to show itself over her entire body, her movements going from little trembles to pronounced twitches, once again totally focused on her own body and the mouth that so skillfully pleasured her. She began to shake, her toes pointing as her legs tensed, and as cool as it was there in the basement, sweat was glistening on her chest, tummy and thighs, as well as beading on her brow.

With a sudden cry, she arched high off the bed, taking Lacy's mouth with her, and she shook from head to toe, the orgasm like a seizure that gripped her entire body. Her cries, too, were without self-conscious restraint, echoing off the walls there in the basement. It was such a sight, such a beautiful sight, seeing a little girl climax, and Lee held back again, knowing there was still life in the two girls and they were far from done.

It was only when the girls had traded places three more times, and Lacy was moaning her way through a final all-encompassing climax, that Lee, looking at ten-year-old Kitten's swaying butt and the glistening pink lips protruding from her smooth crack, gave in to his over-whelming excitement. He groaned, tightened all of his muscles and shot his load, the white stuff spurting high and far, landing on his chest and belly in big dregs.

Sated, to the point of being done in, the two sisters stayed in the bed, curling up together with tired eyes, kissing and caressing each other. Lee cleaned himself up and left them to their affections, climbing the stairs where he would find his own bed, lay down, and think about a new little girl coming into his house...