Disclaimer - This story is complete fiction! None of the events that take place, and that will take place are real, they are entirely made, and all characters a just figments of my somewhat twisted imagination.
A Means of Reproduction - Part ix by danwoodsversion1@aol.com and miss_obedient_slut@yahoo.com *** As she went back down the corridor, Jessica bumped into a very flushed looking Kim, and the sisters made their way back to the waiting room. They heard a nurse open the door to examination room eleven, speaking a few words to the twins waiting inside. Curious, both girls waited for a moment, and Jessica was surprised to see the twins coming out a moment later, dressed up and catching up. "What are you two doing back here?" asked Jane when she saw her daughters had returned to the waiting room. "I think Dr. Wool had to cancel her other appointments," said Kim. "Why was that?" asked Ivy, "Got me licked," said Kim, with the trace of a smile. "Well, I guess we'll have to make an appointment at another time," said June, a little frustrated. She picked up her shoulder bag. "Hey," she said, turning to Ivy, "Seeing as we're in the middle of catching up, how would you three like to join us for supper tonight?" "Sure," blurted out Ivy, caught a little off guard by the sudden invitation. A part of her screamed for her to cancel, to dream up any reason not to go, but her mind drew a total blank. As much as she knew that to be in the presence of June would make her horny beyond belief, there was no denying her need to spend more time with her. "Great. Half past seven okay with you?" "Sure," Ivy said, trying not to picture June naked on her kitchen table, howling in pleasure while she fingered her ass. "I'll... I'll see you then." The two mothers headed for the exit, their daughters following behind. As they turned a corner and neared the elevator that would take them down to the first floor of the clinic, Jessica stopped her sister and they shared a long, passionate kiss. Jessica then winked to the Harris twins. "Kim and I will see you later, girls." April and May blushed and hurried up towards the elevator. *** For Ivy, the drive home was perilous. She couldn't seem to focus on the traffic around her, her mind drifting back through the events of the past week. She remembered her fantasy in the shower, except now, she imagined June instead of Kim, licking her pussy with abandon and drawing warm milk from her swollen breasts. Her two girls might have noticed their mother's distress, if they weren't so caught up in each other. Since they had left the hospital, the two girls had been whispering and giggling together in the back seat. Perhaps the girls thought their mother couldn't hear everything, or perhaps they didn't care all that much; they discussed what to wear in the evening, but considering the recent trend, Ivy couldn't help wondering if there was a strange kind of pretence going on. Ivy shook her head to drive the rampant desire from her thoughts. 'It's just supper, that's all. Just supper with a friend. A friend who happens to be attractive... very attractive... Stop it!' She thought. 'Just concentrate on getting home.' There was the sound of shifting in the back seat, accompanied by movement ^Ö an odd kind of gymnastics going on. Ivy gripped the steering wheel tightly as she forced herself to focus, but couldn't help glancing back in the rear view mirror; she caught a flash of Kim's bare pussy, and miraculously avoided rear-ending the car right ahead of them. "Maybe we should paint your toenails," suggested Jessica, her hands wrapped around each of her sibling's upraised ankles. She held Kim's bare feet close to her face, "A soft pink, I think." Kim was merely giggling at her sister's rhyme, her head resting on her older sister's lap, hair cascading around her knees. With her feet and legs raised, her pink dress bunched up around her waist; her puffy pussy lips were clearly visible. Ivy tore her eyes away, looking back at the road, but she couldn't fight the urges that had been building all day. She kept sneaking glances, and her mouth almost feel open. Kim had shifted slightly, unconsciously (or deliberately?), giving her mother perfect view of her nude sex and puckered asshole. This time, Ivy managed not to smash the car into a 7-11. She gripped the wheel even tighter, and snapped her eyes back on the road. If she did not keep her attention forward, none of them would make it back home. But her eyes remained wide with surprise. For a second, she could have sworn she'd seen love bites all over Kim's thighs. *** As soon as the Richards had arrived home, Kim and Jessica quickly ran upstairs, giggling the whole way. Ivy just let them go, her imagination racing with what they might be up to, before shrugging off the idea. She made her way to the kitchen, filling the kettle and putting it on to boil. Noises upstairs briefly caught her attention, before she took a seat at the dinner table. She held her head in her hands as she muttered to herself, "Oh Ivy, what's happening to you?" She took a deep breath, and her head was filled with a familiar scent, the scent of her youngest daughter Kimberly. Ivy looked around the room, expecting to see her standing there. Then she realised the chair she sat in was the one Kimmie had been sitting on when she'd... Her train of thought derailed. Ivy let out an exhausted groan as she thought back to the night before, the night she secretly touched her ten-year old girl, drawing forth her sweet nectar in a gushing flow. Before she realised what she was doing, she was already doing it. Her panties were soaked from the drive back home; she leaned back in the chair and slipped them off, then began gently bucking her hips, humping her aching pussy against the soft padding of the chair's cushion. The brown upholstery was still slightly damp from the night before. It felt naughty to be doing this. But somehow, it also felt *right*. A part of her didn't merely yearn to suck pussy, but to rub her sex against another woman's. To feel a hard clit, rubbing against her own. She spread her legs wider, opening her pussy, pulling her chair back and leaning forward until her head was almost underneath the table. as she undid the buttons on her blouse, exposing her breasts. "Oh god Kimmie... what are you doing to me? You're making Mommy sooo horny..." Ivy pushed harder against the chair, pressing her clit hard against the softness of the seat. She was panting by now, like a dog on a hot summer day. She pinched her breasts sharply, moaned as she squirted milk from her pulsing nipples onto the varnished wood floor. She yanked back the bottom of her dress, desperate to get as many fingers inside of her pussy, which was screaming for penetration. Depraved visions came to her. She imagined Kimmie leaning back on the kitchen table in front of her, spreading her pussy so Ivy could deep-tongue her. She imagined lovely June Harris on her knees, her head between Ivy's legs. Even Jessica was part of the fantasy, fingering herself behind them, waiting for Ivy to get off the chair so she could stick a finger up her tight ass. It was wicked. Horrible... and so very hot and horny. She was turning into a crazed, lesbian woman. She was desperate for a lick, a taste of pussy. Ivy gritted her teeth as every fibre in her being tensed up. The orgasm ripped through her, made her moan and yelp and quiver on the chair. She taste blood on her lip as she bit down trying to stop herself from screaming out loud, while the gushing juices erupted like a fountain between her thighs. 'Oh God,' she thought, after the climax had subsided, 'Whatever happened to Kimmie is happening to me too.' But as she licked her juice-coated fingers, she discovered that some part ^Ö the same part of her that fantasised about her own daughter ^Ö was welcoming this change. *** Kim and Jessica were now in Kim's room. Both had discarded their clothes as early as possible, now Kim sat on the bed with Jessica kneeling by her feet. "You have to make a decision," said Jessica, idly rubbing the balls on her sister's feet, "Pink or yellow?" "Ummm..." thought Kim, sighing through the pleasure of Jessica's gentle rubbing. "Pink." "Pink it is." Jessica picked up one of the two small bottles of nail polish at her feet, removed the brush from the bottle and gently began sweeping it across her baby sister's toes. "So," Jessica asked casually, "What did the doctor say?" "Not much," said Kim, unable to hide her naughty smile. "She just did a few tests, that's all." "What kind of tests?" asked Jessica, blowing softly to dry the polish, not taking her eyes from the task in hand. Kim shrugged. "Just normal stuff. That thing where she wraps the black thing around your arm and pumps it. She did the reflex test with the tiny hammer. She weighed my boobs--" "What? Why did she do that?" asked Jessica, looking up. Kim shrugged again, remembering how Doctor Wool didn't really give a reason, "She just did." Jessica went back to Kim's foot, guessing why the doctor had done what she had done. For the umpteenth time today, she was getting wet, amazed at how sexual and sensitive her body had become. Still, now she was also a bit envious. As she continued with her task, Kim's free foot got bored and started wondering around her older sister's body. Jessica tried to keep her hands still, it was getting difficult now that Kim was rubbing her left breast, teasing at her stiff nipple, "Knock it off," said Jessica, playfully biting at the wandering foot, "What?" asked Kim innocently, "I can't help it if you're taking too long." Jessica took this as a sign and hurried her work, though she remained diligent. After a few minutes she was done, but before Kim had a chance to admire them, Jess was roughly pushed down on the floor. "Careful!" said Jessica, "They're not dry yet." But Kim merely moaned in response, shifting on top and guiding Jessica's head between her legs. Jessica, her face now inches from Kim's dripping cunt, inhaled the scent of her young sister's arousal. She then extended her tongue (Wow! Had it grown another inch??) and started lapping at Kim's pink slit. Kim emitted small sighs as Jessica licked her like a cat lapping milk, then squeezed and fondled her ample breasts, pinching and tweaking her erect nipples as she did so. Jessica obviously enjoyed the taste of her sister's juices as she started going deeper into the young blonde's crotch, pushing her tongue into Kim's hole. Kim moaned loudly and pushed her hips toward her older sister. The older girl grabbed Kim's hips and pulled them into her mouth, giving her easier access to her slippery canal. "Oh, Jessie! That feels so good." Jessica answered with a moan of pleasure, savouring the taste of her sister's honey. She continued to mewl like a cat as she ravished Kim's sex with her long tongue; she centred her attention on Kim's erect clitoris, lashing at it furiously, while Kimberly cried and writhed in bliss. The young girl, close to orgasm now, started thrusting her hips even more powerfully into her sister's mouth. "Oh, yeah," she moaned "You're gonna make me cum. Oooooh!" Kim felt her orgasm building rapidly, knowing the flow of cum that would be unleashed. She groaning in pleasure because sweet Jessie would be the one to drink from her; She was madly in love with her sister, crying in lust and joy as she gave herself over to Jessica's sweet tongue. As she reached her peak, her back arched and her body tensed. She held her breath until she could hold on no longer. The orgasm was like a volcanic eruption, and she cried out in ecstasy. She gripped the mattress tightly as her hips bucked wildly into Jessica's face. Her pussy squirted so much juice that cum dripped down Jessica's face and into the valley between her budding breasts, causing them to swell visibly. *** Ivy was on her knees on the kitchen floor, cleaning the large puddle she had left on the floor. She had already cleaned the table and dried up the chair as best she could; the kettle had an automatic shutoff button, so instead of getting the water boiling again, she poured herself a glass of milk and made her way into the living room. She slumped down on the chair I front of the telly, which sent a slight shudder between her legs, "God," she said quietly, "Why am I still so horny?" She flicked through the channels, pressing hard on the buttons. She had forgotten to change the near-drained batteries in the remote, and let out an annoyed groan when she got stuck on an entertainment channel, unable to flip past it. The screen flashed, "Entertainment News Update!" Ivy rolled her eyes. "Crap, I *hate* that stupid show!" "Good afternoon," said the cute, bubbly anchorwoman, brushing the black curls from her face, "I'm Sandra Schmall. Our main headline today is the buzz surrounding the ever-increasing number of, ah, shall we say, spontaneous lesbian outbreaks!" Ivy sat up in sudden interest, her annoyance momentarily gone. The picture appearing on the right side of Sandra showed two women kissing in a shopping mall in wild abandon. "The first reported outbreak," the ditzy woman went on to say, "was reported a few days ago at a local shopping centre, but involved no celebrities that we know of." She winked at the camera, obviously keeping with the salacious, voyeuristic theme. "The two women, who we believe to be complete strangers at the time," (another stupid wink) "suddenly embraced each other, and by the looks of it, started a trend which has been catching ever since!" (yet another stupid giggle). Ivy blushed at that, her annoyance returning in full force as she watched the silly antics of this superficial entertainment magazine. Underneath the silly reporting, something strange was going on, perhaps a real problem. Serious news sources seemed uninterested, while local entertainment shows exploited the strange events for ratings. The mother was soon lost in thought. Her breath quickened slightly as she remembered Kim's 'session' in the freezer aisle, back at the supermarket. Then she snapped out of it as she looked back at the TV, noticing how the anchorwoman shifted a little in her seat, looking a bit nervous. "More reports have been coming in from all over the town, many taking place in the city mall. At first, our team of expert insider reporters suspected a mass publicity stunt, or perhaps a public display by Lesbian Rights activists but, as our crack investigative reporter Katie Darren will explain, no one seems willing to talk to us on camera, since they seem a little too occupied." A quick reel of footage ran in the top right hand corner. No doubt some tourist had shot it with a digital camera, somewhere outside the shopping mall. Ivy stared at the screen and pressed her legs together, feeling herself going wet as the images showed several women (a group of perhaps ten) ripping each other's clothes off, kissing each other without letup." Even with the blurring of censors to hide exposed breasts, the shot left little to the imagination. The camera panned back, and a very busty, dark-skinned woman appeared beside Sandra Schmall, sitting at the anchor desk. "That's right Sandra," said Karen, her voice every bit as bubbly and annoying as her partner. "We have been getting reports all over the town, even from the mayor's office, where several city counsellors, despite conservative political leanings, were seen engaging in wild lesbian behaviour. We are not the only county being affected ^Ö there are reports coming in from all over the region!" As the black beauty spoke, the places she mentioned were highlighted on a county map behind her, in a soft pink glow. Ivy shook her head at the dubiousness of the choice. "We even have a few reports of incidents taking place in Los Angeles, although in that last case, it might just be business as usual for some of those sexy Hollywood actresses, eager for publicity! We'll do our best to bring you confirmation, here on 'Entertainment News Update!'" More giggling. Ivy rolled her eyes again, but as the camera cut back to Sandra, she noticed the woman spent a long moment long staring at her co-anchor. "Er.. yes, thank you Katie. But is there any word on the cause of these incidents? Authorities inform us that the effects of a drug or stimulant has been ruled out at this time, though we can't seem to get hard confirmation from medical experts. Could it be that a mass craze, a sudden need for women to experiment sexually with each other, might explain these stunning reports?" Now it was Katie's turn to be lost in the headlights. She blinked at the question, her mouth opening but no silly comeback answer coming from her. Sandra was staring back, equally dazed. Her hands shook a little, and she tugged at the buttons of her blouse, as if suddenly eager to pull it off. "Well, ah, you see, hum..." Without warning, Katie leaned over to Sandra, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her lips towards hers. Moans of unabashed lust filled the studio, as the two anchorwomen shared in a long, open-mouth kiss, pausing only to break off and swirl their tongues together, for the whole world to see. Sandra, now a full participant in the affair, reached up and squeezed Katie's breasts through her shirt. The picture went away, replaced by a technical difficulties sign (a picture of a cute cartoon cat pulling a plug from a socket). Ivy, her hand now slipping back underneath her skirt, found her pussy wet and hot to the touch. Somewhere in her mind, as she began to masturbate, she wondered what was happening. *** Eriah sat in a hover-field, watching the Earth transmission. Though the image was broadcast in two dimensions, the Saafean ship's AI computer could render a three-D image, projecting it in holographic mode. It showed two Earth females sitting at a desk, speaking towards a transmission device, relaying what Eriah assumed was important information. The large image took up much of the room. Suddenly, the two females stopped an looked at each other. One of them, a dark-skinned woman, interrupting her odd-sounding speech to kiss her counterpart. Eriah smiled. It was clear that both had contracted the virus, and were reacting quickly, as most of the Earth females did. "Is there something amusing Eriah?" The Saafean rose to her feet as the science officer entered the room. "No Kalenda. I am merely watching an Earth transmission." Kalenda walked around to face Eriah more directly. Behind them, the holo-projection of the two females kissing was paused. Kalenda noticed the sleeping form of the Earth female the had spoken to earlier ('Denise,' she remembered). She was curled up on the floor. "Wasn't this human to be returned?" "She was, but when she expressed a desire to stay on board with Me, I opted to continue to study the effects of the virus on her. It seems she had developed a bond with me." Kalenda almost smiled. "Are you sure it's not the other way around?" "I'm sorry?" "Nothing, merely thinking out loud. What is the status of the youngling?" "Yes, the one called Kimberly," said Eriah, turning to a workstation. "She has reached the end of stage three. Of course, her mind is entirely open to any and all forms of female sexuality. Her family-unit is also nearing complete infection. They will undoubtedly keep spreading the virus at a high rate." "Excellent. Now, what about this earth transmission you were watching?" Eriah smiled. "As near as I can tell, the function of this broadcast is to keep the whole of the human population informed about the social interactions of certain key individuals." Kalenda frowned in surprise. "There is high demand for such pointless information?" Eriah nodded, hardly believing it herself. "The humans even comment at length on the various fashion choices of a few key individuals." "Fashion?" Eriah shrugged. "It is a strange word, which refers to the act of covering one's body. Apparently, there is special and complex significance attached to the colour and shape of the fabrics worn by the earth females. It figures prominently in their mating rituals." "Strange that such useless things would be accorded much significance," said Kalenda dismissively. "Females can so easily seduce other females simply by baring their bodies." The two alien scientists nodded in agreement at this. Some of the human rituals made little sense to either of them, but it was to be expected of such a primitive species. "What about the display itself?" Kalenda asked, pointing to the image. "How will the broadcast of two infected females embracing affect our mission?" Eriah paused, trying to consider all factors "It is difficult to say at this point. The infection rate is much higher than anticipated. It may be a wise decision to halt the harvesting now." "How many females have been infected?" "The exact number is unknown for now, but conservative estimates indicate at least five thousand females so far. We may achieve a logarithmic projection before long -- Perhaps five thousand is enough for our purposes?" "No, not nearly," said Kalenda, her voice becoming a little stern. "I worried earlier about discover, but now realise that we have little choice. We are a dying race, and there are few of us left. Terrya, First Matron, agrees on this. We must continue with the mission. The humans will eventually realise something is happening, but they will be powerless to stop it. Their medical science is thousands of cycles behind our own." "As you command, Kalenda." said Eriah, bowing her head. "Very well. Now leave me. And take your pet monkey with you." Eriah nodded again, and snapped her fingers. The human female at their feet roused herself, smiling happily now that she was summoned. She began to nuzzle between Eriah's legs immediately, but Eriah touched her shoulder, telling her to desist. 'Denise' rose up on her feet, taking Eriah's offered hand, and the two slowly bounced off the deck, drifting out of the room, carried by a null-grav field. Kalenda watched Eriah go with a twinge of longing. She had not yet taken an Earth female to one of the pleasure rooms, though she had been very tempted to make love to the young Kim for hours and hours, back when she'd been on board. Unfortunately, there was little time to indulge in such physical pleasures. There was so much work yet to be done, and so little time to do it. The dull but familiar pain resonated in Kalenda's belly, as if to remind her of that inescapable fact. She did her best not to let it show in her face, even though she was now alone in the dark room. 'Soon,' she told herself, 'Soon, our race will be saved.' *** Ivy's body was buzzing after what had just occurred, but she couldn't help feeling deeply concerned. What ever was affecting her and her girls was affecting others as well. How could this have come about? What was happening? Was there any way to prevent it? Something chilled inside her. Maybe she didn't want to prevent it. "Mom?" Ivy snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Jessica's voice. She looked up and saw her eldest standing over her, naked from head to toe. There was a wet shine on her young, full breasts. She sat next to her mother. "Are you okay?" "Yes sweetie. I just zoned out for a minute. Where's Kimmie?" "Oh," said Jessica, blushing ever so slightly, "She's just taking a nap." As Jessica spoke she leant back in the sofa, her body sinking down into the cushions. She was lovely and carefree, a lovely smile on her red lips, her hand resting on her belly as she settled down in comfort. Her bare leg brushed against Ivy's, who felt a shiver running up her spine. "Jessica?" Ivy asked tentatively. "Yes Mom." "I hope you don't mind me asking this but, why have you suddenly started walking around in the nude?" "I don't know," replied Jessica, just as casually as if her mother had asked her what she wanted for dinner. "Kim seems to enjoy it, and lately I've felt the need to try it as well." She smiled at her mother, a strange light in her eyes. "Maybe you should try." Ivy looked at her daughter. Their eyes met and neither seemed to want the look away. Jessica slid across the couch and rested her head on her mother's shoulder, sighing deeply as she snuggled closer. "It feels good, you know. Natural. Proper. It's like nothing is holding you back. You can feel the eyes of everyone on you. It makes you feel... free." Ivy held her breath as her daughter leant over to hug her. She sipped her arms around Ivy, and her fingers brushed suggestively across Ivy's breast. The mother closed her eyes. Jessica's body was so warm she could feel it burning into her skin. "You should definitely try it, mom." "M-maybe I w-will..." With that Jessica hopped to her feet, her swelling breasts jiggling freely as she did, "Cool. Well, I'm gonna go pick out something to wear for tonight." Ivy was in a daze as her daughter went back upstairs. She reached between her legs and felt the wetness that had flooded between them. *** "I'll get it!" called out young May Harris as the doorbell rang. She ran to the front door, and straightened out her black dress before opening the door, "Hello Mrs Richards!!" she said beaming, "She's been practising that all day." called out June, joining her daughter in the den. Ivy was the first to walk in, with Jessica close behind, hand in hand with Kim. "WOW!" thought May as her eyes fell upon Kim. The top of the dress her friend wore was stretched pink and very thin. There were hint of dark circles, her nipples peeking through like chocolate buttons. "Huh... where did you get that?" "I got it when me and Jessie went to the mall the other day." "You let her get that?" June asked Ivy, her tone more surprised than shocked. Ivy frowned and blushed at the same time. "I only found out about it a few minutes ago. It seems her other dresses are in the wash." June smiled, the hint of a blush on her own cheeks. "Well, er, she certainly, hum, 'fills out' nicely. Just a bit small, but that's okay." "It's weird," said Jessica. "The dress was a perfect fit we bought it." June winked at Ivy, and leaned over to whisper, "I know more than a few ladies who would kill to find out her secret." Ivy managed to keep her smile from wavering, even as she blushed some more. As for what Kim said, it couldn't be heard as she was hiding her bright red face behind her sister's arm, "So what's for dinner?" asked Ivy, feeling light-headed and in need of a change of conversation. June turned into the pleasant hostess. "Ah, it was going to be roast chicken, but I burnt that, so it's going to be lasagne. It's just going to be a little later than we planned. Is that okay?" "That's fine," said Ivy, a bit quicker than she planned to, "I can give you a hand if you want." "No need, I have everything under control." June's sentence was punctuated by the ringing sound of a smoke detector, "Oh crap." "Where's April?" asked Jessica, as June turned and ran headlong into the kitchen. "Upstairs," replied May, unable to tear her eyes from Kim. "Um, She can't decide what to wear." "Let's go help her then," said Kim excitedly, taking her sister and May by the hand. "You girls behave!" Ivy called out, as the trio of girls rushed up the stairs. There were butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and for a moment she was unsure of what to do: keep and eye on her daughters and make sure they weren't acting strange, or follow June into the kitchen and try not to ogle her neighbour and fantasise about having wild, inhibited lesbian sex with her? At last the mother sighed, and headed for the kitchen. *** Upstairs, May led the way to the bedroom she shared with her sister April's, not letting go of Kim's hand the whole way. Her tummy felt all tight inside her, like at school when she had a math exam, except that she really liked feeling that way right now. Inside they found April standing in front of the twin's cupboard, her reflection on the mirrored doors. She wore only the panties that Jessica had seen her in earlier, and she was holding up different clothes against her nude body. "Look who's here!" said May, still holding hands with Kim. April looked up and smiled at the two guests. This time her modesty was out the window and she skipped over to give both Kim and Jessica a hug. "Yay! You're here!" "Yeah," said Jessica, giving the half-naked girl an extra long cuddle, "May told us you can't find anything to wear?" "Yeah, it really suck--" April's words caught in her throat when she felt Jessica's hand slid under the waistband of her panties. "I don't think it's fair that April's the only one not dressed," said Jessica, as she turned to look at her sister, "And I have something very special planned for tonight." *** Back in the kitchen, June was wafting the smoke out of an open window, Coughing as she did. "Everything okay?" asked Ivy, "Yeah," said June, reaching into the oven, "I think it's just ^Ö Oh god, yeah, here's the problem." June put on oven mitts and pulled out a blackened wooden spoon and dropped it in the sink, turning on the cold water. "I was wondering where I put that." "Are you sure you're alright?" asked Ivy, moving by the sink and next to June, almost close enough to touch. Without thinking, she put a gentle hand on her neighbour's arm, enjoying the warmth and closeness of the moment. June kept staring out the window, a look of slight desperation on her face. "I'm just a bit out of it for some reason. I keep getting distracted. It's been like that for a few days now; I just can't seem to focus." As she spoke, she reached over and covered Ivy's hand with hers. The two women stood very close, leaning against the kitchen counter, each tensing up slightly, as if suddenly aware of how little space there was between them. "I know what you mean," Ivy whispered, her voice trembling a little as June turned and gazed into her eyes. The moment stretched on, but neither of the women moved away from one another. The awkwardness didn't vanish completely, but gradually, they felt themselves growing a bit more relaxed. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure," said Ivy. June paused, trying to find the right words. "What do you think is happening to Kim?" Ivy was quite taken aback, partly by the directness of the question, partly because she didn't have a clue. She thought she might have taken a step back, shocked by the blunt query, but it felt good to be standing so close to June, so she remained still. June looked down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry for asking. I've heard crazy rumours, you know. I was just concerned." "W-well," Ivy stammered, "It's like you said... she's an early bloomer." June smiled. "Yeah, I'm probably just being silly." She laughed. "To tell you the truth, I've been wondering about my own daughters." 'So have I,' thought Ivy, even thought it was difficult to think of anything right now. June's hand lingered on hers, their hips and shoulders now touching. The two women appeared both frozen in place, unable to move, caught in the spell of each other's eyes. June opened her mouth to say something, but the words died as Ivy brushed her leg against her neighbour's; the woman trembled visibly, then turned to the right a little. Her full breasts nudged against Ivy's, flesh pressed against flesh, sparking a shiver that coursed through their bodies like an electric charge. The silence lingered as the women came closer, like astral bodies caught in each other's gravity's, falling helplessly towards one another. Their mouths relented, inches from one another, but the lust in their breathing was now undeniable. "God," June whispered, as if kneeling inside a confessional, "I've been thinking about you ever since this afternoon... I couldn't stop... it's like I'm loosing my mind..." Ivy nodded silently, all too aware of what it felt like. She leaned over closer, her lips parting, trembling as she gave herself over completely. June was not shying away, equally filled with longing, and all the sordid incest fantasies in Ivy's mind faded in the lust of the moment, as she realised she was finally crossing a emotional and sexual threshold from which there would be no turning back. The two women fell slowly into each other, like shy, first-time lovers loosing themselves into a kiss of heavenly passion. It was long and slow, their hands still clasped together, their bodies motionless, as if they were both statues condemned to express their love in one single kiss. Only their mouths touched, singing symphonies of Sapphic temptation. Their tongues touched ever so slightly, in an electrifying dance of discovery, leaving them dazed and breathless when they finally broke away. The kiss had felt like a dream, at once a shy, bashful embrace, and a brief joining of two souls. They stared in stunned silence at one another, shaken by this discovery of irresistible desire. The timer on the oven pinged audibly, announcing that the lasagne was ready. The three-note melody echoed inside the kitchen, pulling the two women out of their shared daze. June gazed deeply into Ivy's eyes. "I hope you're hungry." "You have no idea," Ivy replied, as she leaned forward for another long, passionate kiss.Well, that's part nine. I'm sure you know the usual routine, e-mail me any comments, thoughts, suggestion and ideas you might have. Also, don't forget to e-mail the stories revisor, I know she would love to hear what people think. 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