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|Introduction: After many requests and much sole searching, I’ve decided to post a sequel to my Home on Leave series. This one will not be as long as its predecessor but it will continue on the same basic story line and characters. Thanks to everyone who made their suggestions known and I hope that you will not be disappointed with the way that I take the story. Remember, this is a just a story and is not real and so therefore, although I try to make it as real life as I can, please forgive me if I take some leeway with some of the facts. Please read, enjoy and comment; authors love to know what people think of their hard work. 2stfauther|
Carol and Marcie watched and waved as the bus pulled out carrying Bobby back towards his base and his ship and then they slowly turned and walked arm in arm towards their car. It had been a whirlwind last two weeks for everyone concerned but especially Marcie, Bobby’s younger sister.
Bobby had come home on a 30 day leave to see Marcie and his older sister Jan, but what happen next threw everyone’s lives upside down. He had taken an old classmate of his, Carol out on a date and one thing led to another and they slept together. Well, that produced an unexpected child developing in Carol’s belly so they decided to get married real quick. That decision let Jan go to California with her boyfriend leaving Marcie to live with Bobby and Carol. Although Marcie was only 12 years old, all three of them, Bobby, Carol and Marcie began sharing their bed together and they had become a threesome. With Bobby out to sea for a year, it would be just Carol and Marcie holding down the fort so to speak and they barely knew each other.
As they pulled up in front of their apartment, Carol slowly turned to her young ward and said, “Well, Marcie Girl, here we are just the two of us. Do you think we will make it?”
Marcie leaned over and gave her new mother figure and sister-in-law a hug around the neck and replied, “Sure, we’ll make it. I’m looking forward to it aren’t you?”
Carol had to think about the question for a second, but she honestly had to answer “Yes. Why yes I am,” she said with a sudden burst of enthusiasm.
They skipped into their home with a renewed sense of determination and as they settled down to the sofa to have a snack and chat, Carol suddenly didn’t know what to say so she looked at Marcie in hoped that she did. Marcie looked back at Carol with a blank look on her face. They sat that way for an awkward moment then Carol finally asked the younger girl, “Well, what do you want to do today?”
Marcie thought a second and then the strangest little smile crossed her face. She looked at Carol with this devilish look in her eyes and it took but a second to recognize it and its meaning and she asked out loud, “Girl, are you kidding? You don’t seriously want to go to bed with me do you? My God Marcie how long can your hormones keep up this pace?”
Marcie shyly smiled at her and looked down at her hands that were fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Carol dismissive comment took some of the steam out of Marcie’s little twelve year old body but that did not deter her desires one little bit. She looked back up into Carol’s eyes and with a pitiful expression on her face she said the magic word, “Please Carol.”
Now Carol in the mean time was reconsidering her earlier statement because just the thought of taking this fine little sister-in-law to bed with her got her juices flowing so she said to Marcie, “Oh come here and give me a hug.”
Marcie sprang up and flung herself into Carol’s outstretched arms and buried her face into Carol’s shoulder. Carol began stroking her back with her hands as she thought about it for a second and then cautioned Marcie about telling anyone about their sleeping arrangements and their budding love affair. “It just wouldn’t be right if anyone ever found out,” she said in conclusion.
“I know Carol. Bobby told me about it before we did it the first time. I know all about what would happen if anyone ever knew and believe me, I don’t want any part of the consequences. I won’t tell a soul, I promise,” she said as earnestly as she could.
“I know you won’t Girl but I just had to say that,” she said out loud but mainly to herself.
She looked down at the younger girl that she held in her arms and to her chest and got the biggest smile from her lovely face. Then, without saying a word, got up from the sofa, took Marcie by the hand and led her into the bedroom.
Marcie was all excited but a little nervous all at the same time. This was the first time that she was alone with Carol in an affectionate sort of way without her older brother there to at least give her moral support. She loved the way that Carol had treated her but that was with Bobby present at the time. Now would she be that nice and that good?
Carol walked over to the bed and turned to face Marcie. She pulled on her hand that she still held and drew her closer. As she got nearer, she took her into her arms and placed her lips down upon her younger partner’s and gave her a warm, inviting kiss. As Marcie began to kiss her back, she opened her lips and accentuated her desires to Carol by moving her lips around and pressing into her harder and harder.
Marcie inserted her tongue into the kiss as she felt around with it in search of its companion. She found it moving around in search of hers and as they met, they did a sensual dance together.
Carol’s arms were all over Marcie’s back, pulling and massaging her closer into her own excited breast area. They both were starting to breathe deeply and, while changing their positions, each trying to get the upper hand, they sounded like two locomotives, huffy and puffy down the tracks to seduction. As they got further and further along on their journey, their hands were starting to explore in places other than each others back.
Carol found her tight young butt just too tempting to refuse so in one movement, she had moved both hands down to cup Marcie’s cheeks and draw her upward and in to her own pressing crotch while Marcie had found the front of Carol’s blouse and was filling her hand with a glorious mound of flesh. They both sighed into their kiss as they slowly sank down onto the bed. Carol gave her one last kiss and took her gaze down to Marcie’s panties and what was under them. Very gently, she ran her fingers around on the white cotton fabric and traced her puffy lips with them. Oh so lightly was her touch that she barely made contact. Marcie reacted by moaning softly and spreading her legs a little wider to allow Carol’s expiration.
Carol traced her finger down to where Marcie’s legs came together and as lightly as she possibly could down into the junction and caressed the growing spot of moisture that was growing on her panties. Again, Marcie softly moaned her approval as the urge to wiggle her hips proved necessary. Marcie had relinquished all control of the situation at this point and had laid her head back on the pillow wit her arms just above her head. She was enjoying being explored by this woman and she wasn’t about to do anything to change it.
As tenderly as Carol could possibly be, she circled Marcie crotch with her caressing touch, lightly applying just enough pressure to stimulate the area under her knowing hand and fingers. Gently rubbing, touching and teasing her way around her perfect little ponds area, she was stimulating Marcie into a mild frenzy. Then she moved her touch up to the young girl’s waistband on top of her underwear and gently inserted a single finger and ran it around from side to side, stopping briefly at the middle, just above her pussy to send the probing finger down to where she should have felt some pubic hair.
But try as she might, she could not feel her muff without extending her panties down onto her abdomen so with a gentle thrust of her finger downward, she managed to get her first sensation of the silky little covering of hair just at the beginning of her slit. Another groan escaped Marcie’s lips, this time it was a little louder that the others. Carol’s finger probed down the tight little slit and ran right into the treasure that was hidden by the flap of skin. This time the noise that Marcie made was like a groan, coming out much louder and accompanied by a sharp jerk of her hips.
Marcie tossed her head to the side as she drew up her knee and placed it to the side, effectively opening up her crotch even more to Carol’s stimulating explorations. Her breathing was becoming more labored through her open mouth as her eyes were closed tightly and her lips made a strange looking circle. As Carol moved her finger even lower into her open crotch, she let it slide down her slit, between her puffy lips to the source of all of the sweet smelling moisture that Marcie was producing. The odor was like the smell of nectar to the inexperienced nose of Carol, having only smelled her own, but the odorous perfume caused her to increase her pressure and speed of her gentle assault because she was getting rather aroused herself.
She pushed her fist down into the crotch of Marcie’s panties and the tension on the waistband was finally broken and they started to slid off of her hips and, with the aid of her other hand, Carol soon had exposed Marcie’s delicate little crotch to her view. She almost gasped as she looked down upon it, so small and tight it appeared to her. She couldn’t remember ever having a pussy that looked this invitingly beautiful. She tight little clam shell labia lips were laying perfectly side by side with out any gaps or protruding skin separating them. Her light colored pubic hair was sparsely disbursed over her pubic area as it just covered her lips and it was hardly an inch in length. It was so light in color that you could plainly see the lips that it covered.
Carol’s eyes glazed over as she starred at the sight. Marcie seemed so young at that point, so lovely and pure and yet so hungry to learn all about herself and her sexual discoveries. She felt an obligation to take up where her brother, Bobby had left off and now was a good of a time as any.
She gently brushed her finger over the girl’s pubic hairs, causing them to move slightly with the passage of her touch and tickling Marcie down there. But as she moved her finger down, she noticed the wet spot was trying to mat the curly little follicles together where there was moisture and the sensation generated by the touch, caused a slight trembling through Carol’s entire body. She suddenly knew that she could no longer stand the slow pace that she had hoped for, so she started to speed up her explorations just a smidgen.
She ran her finger back up Marcie’s tight slit, pressing and separating the lips as it went until it reached her pleasure button one more time. Marcie jerked her hips again and let out a loud moan. “Oh Carol,” she said through her inhaling breath, “That feels so good where you touch me. Oh my God, it makes me want to pee or something.”
I laughed to myself and massaged her special spot over and over, drawing out her vocalizations in a louder and louder response. She was starting to strain her hips and back now, trying to meet the tormenting sensation with her own thrusting motions. Her breaths were labored as she ground herself into my finger. I continued the pressure with my digital exploration and soon she was building up to a necessary release.
As she rose higher and higher, both with her hips and with her emotions, she was tensing up her muscles all over her little body as she stopped breathing for what seemed like a long time. It was as of she was trying to build up the expectations and when they could not build any further, she let them all release at once in an almost violent escape through her crotch. She rose up with her hips and turned to one side. Her eyes were tightly closed and her chin was pointing to the sky. Her mouth was wide open but her lips were tightly pursed in the form of an “O” and when she could no longer stop it, she came crashing down in an unbelievable display of orgasmic bliss.
She was writhing around in her release, grinding, yelling and thrashing her poor little body in every direction all at once. Her fluids were flowing from her vaginal opening all over the bed where she laid as she cried out, over and over in a loud scream for holy intervention, “OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!”
The tension in her body and soul, the screaming of her release and the pure beauty of her orgasm, all soon started to ease and what was left was a quivering tender little body, racked with the feelings f someone much older than she. Carol knew that Marcie would never be a twelve year old ever again. She knew that she was now a woman, if not in age than in experience.
As the days and weeks and months went by, the two girls became fast friends and lovers as they made their way in the world without Bobby. School finally got out for Marcie for the summer and Carol’s pregnancy progress normally. They were happy and, more importantly, satisfied, for now anyway, with what fate had given them and they flourished in their friendship.
Carol had been showing the world of her condition for quite sometime now and Marcie was proudly rubbing baby oil all over her tummy as the baby inside of her continued to glow. On one occasion, while applying the lubricating substance over her stretching skin, Marcie felt the baby kick and she was so thrilled, she started believing that she played an important part in this child existence.
As Carol progressed in her pregnancy, Marcie’s rubbing of the oil on Carol’s bellowing abdomen became a ritual of sorts and they both looked forward to the nightly occurrence. Carol would splay herself out on the bed and Marcie would position herself down at Carol’s tummy and rub the oil all over her abdomen. She would take hours of time pleasantly applying the gooey oil over her stretch out skin and they would talk and chat about their day and their future.
On one occasion, one in which Carol was feeling very tired, grumpy and missing her man very much, Marcie got down there in position and started rubbing in the oil just like she always did. Carol had taken up the habit of wearing rather large, loose fitting maternity dress and those panties that any sane man would call “Bloomers”. They fit her stomach well but were baggy everywhere else. It was Marcie’s habit to lower the waistband off of Carol’s protruding stomach to a point just above her pubic area so that she could apply the oil in all the areas that were prone to stretching.
On this occasion, considering Carol’s moon and disposition, when Marcie lowered the panties down to the regular position, Carol snapped back at her young companion, “Why don’t you just take them off?” So Marcie, being rather perturbed at her comment, did what she was told. Stripping her bare from the waist down, Carol had to laugh at her antics and told her, “Oh Marcie, you make me laugh. I love you for that.” Marcie just started applying the oil as she smugly thought to herself “I know.”
As she rubbed the oil in for the hundredth time, she allowed herself the privilege of rubbing a little further down than she normally did because of the lack of any underwear offering any boundaries. As her rubbing went down lower and lower into Carol’s bushy pubic hair, her mentor sighed deeply and said, “Oh Marcie that feels so good for you to rub me down there, I think I want you to get out the vibrator.”
She wiggled her hips a little and smiled down at her little companion as she reached for the night stand drawer. Marcie asked her, “Are you sure? You know what the Doctor said.”
Carol started spotting a while ago and the doctor told her not to lift or strain in any way just to be sure and Marcie’s interpretation of straining was to stop their sexual activities, totally. Now Carol wanted her to use the Pocket Rocket for her satisfaction ad Marcie started to balk at the idea.
Carol explained that what the doctor had said didn’t mean that she could enjoy sex, even between man and wife. He knew nothing about the relationship between the two of them. So, after much coaxing on Carol’s part, Marcie relented with the promise that if Carol experienced any discomfort at all, she would notify her at once and Marcie would stop. Retrieving her little friend from the night stand, Marcie turned it on and started to explore Carol’s far reaches of anxious excitement.
Marcie started rubbing the vibrator first on her two fat lips and then she settled it down in between them. Running it up and down, from her clit to her opening, she was making Carol very wet and excited. With every passage of the stimulator over her hooded nubbin, carol would vocalize her pleasure by sighing out loud, increasing in volume and tone with each one. She was getting her thrills from Marcie’s usage of it but something was missing; she was not doing something that really got the “Itch” in between her legs.
She put her hand down on the Rocket and aided her in the guidance of vibrator feeling her way around her genitals searching for that exact spot. She finally pushed it downward until she reached the area that sent her on the desired high; it was right at her rose bud.
“There!” she said finally. “Right there!”
She pulled up on her knees so Marcie had better access to the spot and as Marcie looked on a little horrified, she allowed her hand to be guided down to Carol’s anus and watched as she arched her back and reacted to this new stimulus.
“Oh yes Marcie that feels so good. Run it around down there for a little bit. Oh yes that feels good,” she kept saying. So Marcie kept up the anal stimulus but didn’t know what to do other than run it around.
“Do you want me to put it in?” asked Marcie.
“I don’t know, will it fit?” she asked, feeling the enjoyment start to build.
Marcie eyebrows rose as she applied a little pressure to the end and aimed it right at the opening. It started to make a little headway but soon she advised her stop, “It just doesn’t feel right,” she said. “Its got such a blunt end that I wouldn’t want to take the chance of rupturing something but you can keep running it around on the outside, it felt so good.”
Marcie dutifully did what she was told and soon she had Carol panting like a thirsty dog. She was pulling on her knees, trying to get her rectum up so Marcie could stimulate it with the vibrator but her stomach just would not allow it to continue. Carol breathlessly said, “Oh Marcie stop please, I’ve got an idea.” With that she rolled over and scooted herself up on her wide spread knees. Pulling up her skirt over her waist line, she threw up her butt and ordered Marcie to apply the vibrator to her once again.
As she did, she pressed her finger up against her little nubbin and Carol went crazy with excitement. “Oh yes Marcie, that’s it rub my clit with your finger as youhe started a massive orgasmic release. Oh Marcie, oh my beautiful wonderful little Marcie, what you do to me.”
She finally rolled to her side and started to come down from her ordeal. Marcie watches and felt pride in the way that Carol had told her that she done a good job. She knew by the way that Carol had reached her orgasm that it was a good one and Marcie felt a glow deep inside of her knowing that she had played such an inatrical part in achieving it. She lay down next to Carol’s side and cuddled her into slumber.
The next day Carol went into labor.
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