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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, much of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age in the mid- to late-70's. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that are not suitable for all audiences, such as underage sex, homosexuality, references to incest, and drug use. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, I can't help but to wonder: what were you were thinking when you accessed this story? :-) Author's warning: As mentioned, this story contains occasional depictions of underage and homosexual sex and inferences to incest. In no way do I condone the actions of some of this story's characters happening in real life. And while some of this story is fantasy, some of it really happened. This is a story I feel compelled to tell, regardless of how painful it is to tell it, or to read it. All I ask of the reader is a little patience, and to please keep reading. Author's Apology: It has been a long, long time since the previous part of this story was posted. I can only offer apologies. Shit happenes in life, and my life has resembled a port-a-potty of late. Be that as it may. Yet add to that the fact that I really had no idea how to conclude this story. I've tried my best and no doubt that was not enough. I wish I were a real writer so I could have given you a better story, but writing, c'est de la folie. *** *** *** Part 15 I spent almost a month in the hospital, at Rosalyn's expense, in a private room. She'd contacted some of her doctor friends who'd been more than happy to help me break my heroin addition, and to cure me of the various venereal diseases I'd picked up while trying to kill myself. That's what I had been doing since running away, according to the hospital psychiatrist. We also talked about how I felt being partly a girl and partly a boy, and I told him how I'd always felt like a girl inside even before all that had happened since my fourteenth birthday. He said I was far too young to make any permanent decisions, but if I saw a therapist and still felt the same way when I turned eighteen I would likely be recommended for surgery, in Colorado or somewhere. He also suggested I should think about having my implants removed, but the one thing I was adamant on was keeping my breasts. I'd wanted them for so long, and had gone through so much to get them. Now that I had them I would never give them up. The doctor merely shook his head at my vehemence on the subject and wrote more notes in my file. I'd rolled my eyes at his reaction, and thought it strange that he would suggest I have smaller breasts when he and every other hetero male liked them as big as mine were. What a hypocrite! Mom visited me in the hospital every day. Rita and Darryl stayed with Mandy and Rosalyn while Mom stayed in a hotel near the hospital. On Saturdays, they'd all come down to see me, and it was wonderful -- after I got over the heroin withdrawals, that is. While I went through the worst of it Mom insisted on being there with me. She would hold my hand, wipe the sweat from my forehead, and hold the bedpan for me to vomit into, and do anything else she could to comfort me. She'd take all of my yelling and screaming and crying. Just her being there made all the difference in the world, and I loved her even more for it. My bruised and battered body didn't help, and the hospital would only give me Tylenol for the pain and Pepto-Bismol for the nausea; they said they didn't want me to replace one addiction with another, which if I hadn't felt so sick I might've thought was funny. I got tired of all the water they made me drink, and I developed a real dislike for what was once one of my favorite foods; peanut butter sandwiches were all they'd let me eat at first, even when I was hungry, which wasn't often, thankfully. The first week or so was the worst, but once I started feeling better I could eat something more adventurous, like chicken broth. That psychiatrist I talked to -- after that first week -- told me the physical part was only the beginning; the 'psychological addition' as he called it was going to be a lot harder and take a lot longer to get over. I would need support from family and friends, and to see a therapist, until I could stand on my own without the drugs. Mom told him I would never lack for support and attention until I was better and my heart swelled with her words. By then being alone for even a minute scared me more than anything I'd experienced. It was late November when Mom and Rosalyn finally came to take me home. It wasn't until then that I realized I'd missed Thanksgiving, but I was feeling a lot better anyway. I woke up that last morning in the hospital feeling 'light' and wide awake, no headaches, no aches, no nausea, just like I used to feel once upon a time, when I was a mere sissy girl. The bruises were almost all gone, though my tummy and thighs still ached in the places where Dan had kicked me the hardest with his steel-toed boots. Even the pain between my legs was almost gone by then. I guess not having testicles anymore helped with that. They wheeled me out in a chair to the front of the hospital, where Mom helped me into Rosalyn's beautiful big car. Mom got into the back seat with me, on the passenger side, and she turned so I could lean back into her. She wrapped me in her arms and kissed the top of my head. "How are you feeling, sweetie," she asked me once Rosalyn had got the car moving. "I'm feeling good, Mommy," I said. I'd taken to calling her 'mommy' again when I went through the withdrawals and saw no reason to stop. She squeezed me a little tighter. "I'm so glad, baby," she said. I snuggled closer into her arms. She giggled as her arms rubbed against my breasts, mounds that were now larger than hers. "Are you sure you want to keep those boobs, Joanne?" she asked with a laugh. "You might wish you'd taken Dr. Simon's advice, honey," Rosalyn said from up-front, joining in Mom's laughter, "especially after you have to start carrying them around in an underwire bra all day." I joined their laughter. It was so easy to feel so wonderfully good being with the two women I considered my mothers. "I don't care!" I said. "Nobody will ever mistake me for a little girl, ever again." And when I said that I realized it wasn't only the big boobs that would do it. "Not ever again," I said again in a quieter voice, my throat tightening a bit. Mom sensed some of my feelings because she hugged me a little tighter again. I would never be a little girl again; not as a sissy girl, not a silly junior high slut girl, and not a little girl whore. I'd been through too much, done too much, and had too much done to me to ever be, or even be able to pretend to be, innocent again. I looked across the car into the fitful sunlight trying to break through the grim, grey November clouds and wondered what kind of life was ahead of me. I voiced some of these thoughts to my mothers, in an increasingly choked up voice, until I felt the need to cry. Mom was ahead of me, as she always used to be, and handed me a tissue. "You're going to have as normal and as fun a life as any other girl your age, my sweet baby," Mom said with a tender passion. "You won't have to work for Rosalyn anymore, unless you want to." I sat up and looked at Mom in surprise. "What? You think Rosalyn and I have any secrets anymore?" she said. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, Joanne," Rosalyn said, "Pat and I are as much in love as you and my Mandy are." I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw her beautiful face smiling at me. I looked at Mom. "You are?" I said stupidly. "But how? When?" I was babbling and I knew it. "I mean, I'm happy for you both. It's really great but I thought. I thought you liked ... liked ..." I trailed off not knowing what to say that would make sense. "Of course I like men, honey," Mom said. "And so does Rosalyn. But that doesn't mean we can't love each other. After all, you like men, too, baby, and you love Mandy." I sat there and realized how stupid I'd sounded. I started to giggle, and then reached over to pull Mom into my arms and hug her close. I kissed the side of her neck, over her hair and all. After a bit I let go. "Oh, Mommy!" I gushed. "I'm so happy for you!" We leaned towards each other and gave each other a kiss on the lips. I scooted around and leaned over the front seat as far as I could towards Rosalyn. "Oh, Rosalyn, it's so great that you and Mommy are in love!" She turned her head a bit and we kissed. I sat back on the seat. "I'm sorry, I guess I was just a little surprised is all. But you're right Mommy, and I think it's great!" I really did like the idea, and I shouldn't have been surprised considering I'd overheard them making love down the hall from Mandy and I. "Umm, do Rita and Darryl know?" I asked Mom. "Of course they know, honey," Mom said. She took my hands in hers and looked deeply into my eyes. I returned her gaze and waited for her to speak. She took a deep breath, and started to talk. "I want you to know something, too: there'll be no more secrets in this family. Not between you and me, not between us and your brother or sister, and not between us and Rosalyn or Mandy." It took me a moment to fully grasp what she'd meant by 'family'. My eyes got big around and I was filled with a sudden and exciting flood of warm feelings. "That's right, baby girl," Mom said. "We're family. All of us." "Oh, god! Oh Mommy!" I cried out in joy. I leaped into her arms so forcefully she was driven to lying back on the side of the car. I covered her face in kisses while she laughed and giggled and held me close. I finally just laid my head on her shoulder and cried joyful tears onto her shoulder. She held me close until I calmed, and when I did I noticed that the car was no longer moving. I sat up and looked around and saw that we were parked in a rest area somewhere between Portland and Longview. Rosalyn got out of her driver's seat and joined us in the back. No sooner had she closed the door and turned to face us than I repeated my joyful abandonment of kisses and hugs with the woman who truly was my new mother. "Oh, Rosalyn!" I said. "May I please call you Mom, too?" I asked. She smiled and caressed my cheek. "I would like that very much, my beautiful daughter," she said. I felt Mom scoot up behind me and my mothers made a human sandwich of me as we held each other in a tight, warm and delicious hug. Tingles flowed through me when I felt my nipples touch Rosalyn's breasts, and I smiled knowing I was as big as she was, finally. My nipples tried to stiffen through the after-care bra I still had to wear, but they were compressed too much for Rosalyn to feel them. Even though she was my new mother, I still felt a sexual attraction to her, as strong as I'd ever felt it, and also a desire to be like her, and to be like Mommy. I decided while we held each other that I would try my best to be like them both. After several moments of total bliss we finally broke apart with our cheeks wet with our tears of happiness. But my heart made me voice a thought. "Mommy?" I said, looking at my first mother. "Mom?" I said, looking at Rosalyn. "If you're my mothers, that means Mandy is my sister now. But I love her so much, and in that way you know I do, how can --" "We know you love Mandy in that wonderful way, my darling girl," Mommy interrupted. "Just because she's your 'sister' now, that doesn't mean you two can't share the love that Rosalyn and I know cannot be denied." She patted my cheek. "You'll never know how many times I sat with Mandy while she cried herself to sleep every night you were missing, baby," Rosalyn added with her voice choked up. I looked over to her and my chest ached with the pain written on her face. "Even she didn't know how much she was in love with you until you were gone." Finally Rosalyn broke down crying, and I immediately leaped into her arms. I'd never seen her cry before and it was hurting me all over. I tried to comfort her, but I was crying myself. Mommy joined us in a comforting hug again and I saw out of the corner of my tear-filled eye that they'd joined hands. I closed my eyes as we just stayed there together and slowly calmed down from the emotions that had erupted between us. "So, honey, let's just forget about those silly worries, okay?" Mommy said after we'd finally got ourselves put back together emotionally. "You and Mandy just love each other with all your hearts, like we know you will, and be happy. Okay?" "Okay, Mommy," I replied. I turned to look at Rosalyn. "Okay, Mom," I said. Rosalyn leaned over and gave me a tonguey kiss and I nearly swooned with the flood of passion that flowed through me. I looked up into her face and saw the same passion. I wondered then if I should forget another silly thought about how a girl should love her mother, even if she was sort of a 'step-mother'. She smiled a knowing smile as she watched my expression change from passion, to surprise and worry, and then back to one of sly, kittenish passion again. She slipped a hand up under one of my breasts and slid her hand up and over to press a palm against my nipple. I couldn't help the tingly sensations that flew all over my body, and I closed my eyes and moaned. Suddenly she chuckled and withdrew her hand. My eyes flew open to watch her voluptuous figure exit the back seat. Soon she had the car restarted and we were back onto the freeway heading for home. Mommy and I resumed our reclined positions, her back to the side of the car while holding me to her. After a few minutes I drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of the possibilities for my new life. *** *** *** When Rosalyn's car pulled off Interstate-5 I woke up, still snuggled in Mommy's arms. I sniffed the air and, from the stink of the mills, I knew we were in Longview. I pulled the folded hands she had rested against my tummy to my lips. I turned her palms to me; they were soft and warm, and after I kissed them I pressed them to my cheek and smiled. It felt so wonderfully good to be alive, and healthy and with Mommy again. I wondered about the rest of my family, then. "Mommy?" I asked, sitting up and turning to face her, still holding her hands. I never wanted to let go of her. "Where's everyone else?" She sat up and smiled at me. "Mandy, Rita and Darryl are waiting for us at home, sweetie," she said. "Home?" I asked. I was suddenly scared. I didn't want to go home and face Daddy. Mommy saw the look on my face and she giggled. "Yes, honey, 'home': our new home with your new mother and sister." I suddenly realized what she meant. I knew Rosalyn's house was huge; it had to be for her to host the parties I used to go to there. There was an entire section of the lower floor I'd never bothered to check out. The thought of all the people I loved living together under one roof filled my heart with joy and wonder. Not only did I wonder about how nice it would be for us to be truly a family, but I also wondered whether Rosalyn would still be having her whoring parties, and about what Mommy, Darryl and Rita, and myself, would be doing while one was going on. I rushed into Mommy's arms and hugged and kissed her yet again in happiness. "Oh, Mommy! It just keeps getting better and better!" I pulled back and looked up to Rosalyn. I left Mommy's arms and hugged Rosalyn as well as I could over the front seat. I playfully cupped her breasts with my hands. "Thank you, Mom!" I said to her between kisses to her neck and cheek. She moaned out a sigh and pressed a free hand to one of mine. "Thank you so much," I whispered in the breathy, sexy voice I'd had so much practice using the prior several weeks. She laughed and turned to quickly kiss me. "You're welcome, you little minx!" she said. "I can't have my family living away from me when we have a beautiful home to share." Suddenly a horn honked from behind us and we realized the light had changed. Rosalyn turned her attention back to driving. I sat back on the seat and looked around. We were only about five minutes from 'home' and I was then reminded of my old home and who was probably there. Mommy?" I asked, again, but still staring out of the window. "What about... " I started. "He's at 'his' house," she answered simply. "We won't be seeing him again." "Except in court!" Rosalyn said with some vehemence. "When my lawyer gets through with him he'll wish his father had never even heard of his mother!" "I haven't decided I want to do that, love," Mommy said quietly. I looked at her and tried to catch Rosalyn's face in the rear-view mirror. "After what he put you through? And what he forced you to do to Joanne? The bastard deserves to rot in jail, or worse!" I realized I'd awakened an old argument between them. It was the first time I'd heard Rosalyn's voice filled with such venom and it scared me. But it also excited me, because she was expressing my very own thoughts. At first, after Daddy had kicked me out of the house, I was hurt. And then that pain of rejection from the man I'd had my entire life focused towards pleasing turned into self-hatred. I knew that was crazy. Then that pain morphed into a 'passive-aggressive suicide' attempt as the hospital psychiatrist had put it, from drugs, prostitution, unprotected sex and hanging out with that crazy Dan, and then trying to run away from him so openly, knowing in the back of my mind that he would probably catch me and try to kill me. It had almost worked, and I was so grateful to the people in the bus station that had saved me, to the people in the hospital that had helped me heal, and to no-one more than my mothers, my sisters and my brother who had so wonderfully welcomed me back into their loving embrace. Yet, all the while recovering in the hospital, my anger had turned away from myself and towards the one person that I had finally realized did deserve it: my ex-Daddy. I wanted to make him suffer, and to understand how wrong it was for him to have done to me what he did, and to have wanted what he wanted and had almost got. Mommy stayed silent but I had to say something then. I expressed to them what I'd been thinking, and added: "I don't hate him, Mommy, but he was wrong and he should be punished for almost destroying our lives." She looked into my eyes and I could see the pain in them. I took her hands in mine again. "He won't hurt us, Mommy. Not ever again." She suddenly pulled me to her and we hugged while she cried. "You've grown up so much, baby girl," she said after calming down. "I'm so, so sorry to have let him make me do to you what I did!" "Our daughter is a young lady, now," I heard Rosalyn say. I saw that, without realizing it, we'd arrived at home and she'd just turned off the motor. We were parked in the garage. I reached out a hand to Rosalyn's stretched over the front seat-back; she took it and squeezed it. "A beautiful young woman." Mother released me from her hug and held me at arms length. She looked at me, the way I was sitting demurely in the car seat, one legged tucked underneath my bottom, my skirt arrayed around me, sitting straight up, my chest out, my top stretched taught over the breasts I totally loved. I knew that I looked completely female, and I felt it. "Yes, she is," Mommy agreed, after wiping a tear from her cheek. Mommy reached out a hand to where Rosalyn's and mine were still clasped. We somehow managed to entwine three sets of fingers without breaking any. We stayed like that for a few minutes. It was a special moment for us, and I knew I would always remember it. I knew from that moment forward I would be always a woman. *** *** *** The first person to greet me at the door to our home was the one person I'd wanted to see most while I'd been 'lost' in Portland: Mandy. She was dressed, surprisingly, in a very conservative outfit, for her: a pair of skin-tight black hip-hugger jeans, a low-cut red tank-top, red Ked's sneakers with white laces, only a pair of diamond stud earrings for jewelry and very subdued make-up. We flew into each other's arms immediately on seeing each other and exchanged a very tonguey, passion- filled kiss. It was our first real kiss since we'd been reunited in the hospital, and we'd have probably fallen to the floor and made love, right there in the foyer, if our moms hadn't been there. "Come on, lover girls," Rosalyn said. "You'll have plenty of time for fun later." Mandy and I reluctantly broke our kiss and smiled at each other. We stayed close to each other holding hands. We followed Mom and Rosalyn into the living room where Rita and Darryl were waiting for us. Rita ran up to me and crushed me in a hug. I could feel her crying, like she'd done so many times when visiting me in the hospital. "Shhh, honey, it's okay," I said, and other comforting words until she calmed down. After a couple minutes we pulled apart and I looked into her lovely, sparkling blue eyes. "I'm home now, sweetie." She smiled. "I'm so glad you're back, Joanne," she said with a voice still choked with emotion. "Yeah, I'm back," I said with a sigh. "I'm glad to be back with my family." I first looked at her when I said it, but then immediately turned to look at Mandy and smiled. Mandy smiled back and pursed her luscious lips in a kiss. I did the same back to her, and then looked back to my baby sister. "Don't worry any more, honey girl, I'm gonna be okay now." "I hope so," she said. "I can't be without my big sister again." She pulled me back into a tight hug and I closed my eyes. It felt so good to be hugged by her again. To be hugged and held with no pressure or expectation of sex. It reminded me so much of simpler times, when I was just a sissy girl, and not the slatternly whore I'd been in Portland. We finally broke apart, to the loving glances from Mom, Rosalyn and Mandy. I looked over to Darryl and saw tears dripping down my little brother's cheeks. I opened my arms to him and smiled. And, for yet another surprise that day, he quickly fell into my embrace and we hugged tightly, like we hadn't hugged since we were little. He cried into my shoulder and I just held him and whispered comforting words to him. We pulled a bit apart and I rested my arms over his shoulders while he held me around my waist. "Oh, Joanne!" he said. "I'm so glad you're okay!" I was floored when he leaned in and kissed me gently on the cheek. He pulled me back into a hug. "Please don't ever run away again," he whispered into my ear. I tenderly kissed his neck while he held me. "I won't," I whispered back. I didn't know then if he knew why I'd run away but I wanted to reassure him. "Not ever again." We stayed close for a few more seconds before finally breaking apart. Mandy was immediately at my side again, entwining her fingers into mine, and giving me a quick peck on the lips. I looked over to Mom and Rosalyn, also standing close and holding hands. They both had teary eyes and wet cheeks, but huge smiles on their faces. "Is anyone hungry?" Mom asked while wiping her cheeks with the backs of her hands. "It's almost one o'clock." "I am!" Rita said, her voice back to the sweet, tinkling little girl tones I remembered. I looked at her stick-thin figure and realized she'd lost weight since I'd been away. She'd always been slender, but right then she looked downright frail. My heart ached at the idea she'd not eaten properly during the time I'd been away. "Me, too!" Darryl said. "I'm starving!" I laughed. He was such a boy! Skinny as a rail, but he ate all the time; or so I remembered. He was still skinny but, maybe I was imagining it, he looked a bit taller and more muscular. Or maybe I was just seeing him with new eyes. He was going to be a girl-magnet; that much was clear. I stored away a reminder to ask Mandy if Darryl and Wendy were still together. "Alright, then," Mom said, "Let's go fix us up a late lunch," she said to Rosalyn, and led her off to the kitchen leaving us kids alone. We sat around the living room. Mandy stayed close to me on the love seat; Rita and Darryl sat on either end of the couch. We chatted about trivial things, like the happenings at school, and what had been happening with music, movies and television. I mostly listened, since I'd been out of all that for so long. We were soon called to the dining room for our lunch. Unlike everyone else I ate sparingly. The food tasted very nice; I got my favorites: tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, but since coming out of the drug withdrawals I'd completely lost interest in eating. It simply no longer had any appeal to me; I rarely felt hungry anymore and ate only when I was told to, or felt I had to. We all continued to chat about meaningless things. I realized that they were all pointedly avoiding asking me about my time in Portland. With the courage I'd discovered in myself through my ordeals I decided that it had to be out in the open, in keeping with Mom's statement of "no more secrets" in our family. I felt a wave of tenderness flow through me when I realized that they were letting me decide when it was time to talk about it. But I also felt it was important that everything be out in front; that there would be no subterfuge, no deception, no pretending. When lunch seemed about over I took a deep breath, to hopefully fill myself with courage, and spoke. "I'm a whore," I said, looking down at my half-eaten sandwich. I wasn't ashamed of that but I knew others might be. "And a drug addict," I barely managed to say. And that I was ashamed of, of having let myself become controlled by others through my desperate need to feel good. I looked up and around the table at my family. Those with food in their mouths swallowed with difficulty. "I hated myself for being what I was, for a long time. I felt cut off from everything and every one I'd ever loved. It hurt, more than I'll ever be able to tell you, and I did things that I know you would never understand, or why I did them. I'm sorry. I should have had more trust in your love. But those bad things are done now." I sighed and took another deep breath. "Yet I'm never going to be the same as I was." I felt my throat tighten with the emotion. "But I'm going to be better than I was." I looked into each of their eyes as deeply as I could. "I don't know completely who I am yet, but I know I'll never be that little girl again, that girl you might have thought I was, once upon a time. I can't be her again, and I don't want to be. I just want to be me, whoever she is. I would like for you, my wonderful, darling family, I would love for you to let go of the past, and let me be the girl I am now, whoever she is, or whoever she might become." Mandy slipped from her seat beside me, laid her head in my lap, and wrapped her arms around my waist. I laid an arm over her shoulder and felt the wrack of her crying. I felt like crying myself knowing I was the source of her pain. I looked around the table and saw that everyone was upset to one degree or another: my mothers' eyes were teary but they were trying to smile encouragement, my little brother's brows were furrowed as though he was trying to understand, and failing; my baby sister looked at me with her wide, wonderfully blue eyes dripping tears, her face telling me that she was hurting and confused. I felt bad for bringing pain to them, but I knew that if there were to be "no secrets" in our new family then they had to know where I was, emotionally, and how much I'd changed, and where I felt my future lay. I felt Mandy's head lift up from my lap, and I looked down at her beautiful face. Love filled me then as I saw the light of her love for me shine from her teary eyes. "I love who you were," Mandy said through her choked up throat, "and I love who are, and I always will." She smoothed her hands up my back but stayed kneeled beside me. "You're my true love, Joanne, I know that now. I'll love you no matter what." I smiled down at her and almost started to cry, I was so filled with emotion. I stood and lifted Mandy up with me. I wrapped my arms around her and looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you, my darling, my love, my 'mentor'," I said. We giggled over the memory of her teaching me about sex. "I think I've loved you since that first day of school when you brought me my purse at lunch. And my love for you has grown every day since then. It was only when I was lost that I realized how much. You're *my* true love, Mandy. I'll always love you and only you, no matter what." We looked deeply into each other's teary eyes before our lips were drawn together like glossy, fleshy magnets. I sucked her tongue into my mouth as soon as I felt it touch my lips, and I nearly swooned from the feelings flowing through me. My nipples were as hard as pebbles and sent tingles pulsing through my body in wave after wave. I'd forgotten how wonderful it was to hold Mandy in my arms and from her moans and whimpers as I caressed and massaged the globes of her perfect ass I knew she was as intoxicated with love and lust as I was. I felt her hands gently caressing my back and ass, too. "Wow!" I heard a voice say. I realized it was Darryl, and that reminded me of where we were and who we were with. "They're so hot!" I knew when I heard that last part that it didn't bother me that my brother expressed such a thought, and what's more it didn't seem to bother anyone else. I could get used to that sort of acceptance. "They sure are," I heard Rosalyn say, with a chuckle. When she said that I couldn't help but giggle around Mandy's tongue, and that set her to giggling, too. We broke our kiss but kept holding each other as close as we could. Mandy laid her head on my shoulder facing our family. "Don't worry, Joanne," Rosalyn said. "We know you've been through a lot, and that you'll never be the same as you were. You've lost your innocence, but I think you've gained something better: you've recovered your self-respect. You've regained a sense of self that isn't dependent on anyone or anything else to define who you are, and who you can be." "You can be whoever you want to be, baby," Mommy added. "We'll support you. You know that. And like Mandy, we'll always love you." Mom reached an arm around Rosalyn's shoulders and pulled her close. They shared a quick kiss and then they turned to look at us again. "Always!" Rita got up from the table and rushed over to hug both Mandy and I. She looked up at us. "I love my sisters!" she said simply. She looked at me. "The moms have told me some of what you went through, Joanne. I don't understand it all but I know it was really bad. They tell me it's changed you, and I can see a little bit of how. But I don't need to understand it all to know that you're finally home, you're my big sister and you always will be. I'll love you forever!" She pulled me into a hug and we held each other close for a couple of minutes. She suddenly pulled away. "God, your boobs are huge!" she said. The whole family joined us in laughter at her non sequitur. I cupped my hands under them and bounced them gently up and down a couple times. "I know!" I said with a smile. "Ain't they just great?" Mandy reached out a hand and softly caressed a swiftly hardening nipple. "Oh, yes," she said in a husky whisper. "They're great!" she said, imitating 'Tony the Tiger', the mascot of my once-favorite breakfast cereal. We kids laughed over that but I don't think the moms completely understood. "When I'm fourteen, I want big boobies, too," Rita said to the moms in a very serious voice. "Can I please, Mommy?" she asked, rushing over to Mommy's chair. "Please?" "Oh, for pete's sake! One busty daughter is enough to worry about with all the horny boys in the world," she said, rolling her eyes. She looked into Rita's eyes for a minute and caressed her cheek. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry about that yet, okay?" Rita's face turned into a brief pout before she giggled and started laughing. "Just kidding!" she said. We all joined in her giggly laughter. It was so nice to be around Rita and her silly joking again. "Oh, you scamp!" Mommy said. She pinched Rita's cheek and gently slapped it. "Go get ready for the party." Rita smiled at Mandy and I before she left. I looked quickly at Mommy and then at Rosalyn. They understood the surprised expression on my face. I'm sure Mandy could feel my body tense up at the thought of one of Rosalyn's whoring parties. I wasn't ready to do something like that; and I didn't know if I ever would be again. I still fantasized about sex with men but something always stopped me from giving in to the yearnings. "Not that kind of party, silly girl," Rosalyn said with a laugh. "It's just a regular, old-fashioned 'Welcome Home' party." I relaxed and let out the breath I didn't even realize I'd been holding. "I invited a couple of our friends from the other kind, especially a certain someone that helped us out with Jake and his gang." "John?" I asked. I couldn't keep the trembling and yearning from my voice. "Really?" I stared off into space for a moment, and remembered all the times he and I had been together, and especially that first time: he was the first real man I'd ever been with and, despite my hesitations about being with men again, I thought maybe he should be my first man again, in a weird way. The thought sent tingles through my tummy. "Oh yeah, sweetie, Big John," Rosalyn said with a laugh. She could read me so well! "And I invited some of the cooler kids from school," Mandy said. "Like Rose, Emily and the rest of our group, and Jamie and Randy, too." She paused and wrapped her arms tighter around me. "Please don't be mad, my love, but I also invited Bob." "Bob," I said in a monotone. I'd once wanted to belong to him so much, but I couldn't stop my sluttish behavior and we'd broken up because of it. He and I hadn't exchanged so much as ten words from that moment. I'd heard that he had still got upset over my 'slutting' through school with the nerds and any other boy that struck my fancy -- except him. I was torn by the idea of seeing him again. A big part of me wanted to see him, but another part was still upset because he had dumped me, even though it was my own fault, as I'd realized later. But I still felt hurt by his rejection. I looked at Mandy and smoothed a thumb across her furrowed brow. I gently kissed her. "Okay, love," I said. She smiled one of her infectious smiles that could never help but be returned. "It'll be okay, babe, I promise," she purred before kissing me again. "It'll always be okay if we're together, my love," I replied. We hugged close, and I just reveled in the feel of her in my arms again. I breathed in her fresh, floral fragrance deeply and let out a breath slowly with a sigh. I could've stayed like forever, breathing her in and exhaling her intoxicating fragrance, but after what seemed like only seconds Mandy pulled back and looked at me. "Let's go to our room," she said. She broke our hug, took me by the hand and, walking backwards pulled me towards her. She flashed one of her sexy, mischievous smiles and let a twinkle spark from her eyes. I looked around the dining area and realized that we were alone. I'd never even noticed when Darryl or the moms had left. It was then that I realized what she'd said. "Our room?" I asked. She giggled. "Yeah, babe," she said over her shoulder as we walked to the stairs. "Rita and Darryl are in a couple of the downstairs bedrooms. The moms thought we'd like to share a room." She let go of my hand just as we got to the foot of the stairs. I looked at her gorgeous ass as it wiggled up the stairs right in front of my face. I couldn't help myself and kissed each of her bottom cheeks with each step. She giggled at my silliness, stopped at the top of the stairs and turned around. She held her hands on my shoulders to keep my face level with her pussy. I kissed her there through her jeans and nuzzled her with my nose and lips. I moaned and whimpered as I took in a deep breath of her sexy fragrance, and remembered how many times I'd tasted her delicious pussy. I'd missed her so much. She ran her fingers through my hair before stepping back. She reached out her hands and I took hers in mine. She helped me up the rest of the stairs. "Come on, sweetie, ," Mandy said. "I want you in our bed." I could hear a desperate need in her voice I'd never heard before. "Babe, I need you so much! I ... I ... haven't had ... had ... *anything* since you went away!" She walked down the hall as quick as she could and pulled me into our room with one hand, and with the other she unsnapped her jeans. I couldn't believe my ears: Mandy hadn't had any sex? The idea was so shocking it stopped me in my tracks, and my hand slipped out of hers. She quickly reached an arm around me and pushed the door shut. "What?!" I asked stupidly. "You haven't ..." I started to say, my voice choked up. Why would she do something so unhealthy as to not have sex? I couldn't believe it. Mandy stopped undressing and stepped back up to me. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a lingering kiss that I returned with a rising passion of my own in spite of my shock. She squeezed my bottom hard and then broke our kiss. "No, I haven't had any sex since you left, my love," she said with a voice husky with her needy passion. She looked in my eyes and must have read in my mind my next question. "At first I couldn't even think about it, I was so worried about you." She pulled off her top and tossed it aside before unsnapping her lacey black push-up bra. She tossed her bra on her top and then slid her jeans down and then stepped out of them. She walked up to me as sexily as she always could. "And then, when I realized I was in love with you, I promised myself that no-one else would touch my body until we'd made love, over and over and over again." I was suddenly overcome with guilt. I still loved sex, even after all that had happened, and Mandy was an even hornier girl than I was. I hadn't had any sex since the night before I'd tried to escape from Dan, so I knew a little of what she must have put herself through: pure torture. And it was because of me. I couldn't help but start to cry. "Oh, Mandy, I'm so sorry!" I cried out. I felt her arms wrap around me. "I'm so sorry! Why did you do that to yourself?!" I slid my arms around her before I fell to my knees at her feet. I hugged myself to her knees and cried. I felt her knees bend as she knelt down in front of me. "Oh, my sweet Joanne!" she said. "Don't be sorry! It's what I wanted to do, for myself, and for us." She held me in her arms as I let the guilt dribble out through my tears. "Shhh, sweetie, don't cry. We're together again. Isn't that a good thing?" After another minute or so I'd calmed down enough to realize how right she was. I looked up at her and saw that she'd cried a bit, too. I gave her a little smile. "It's a wonderful thing, my darling, my love, my life," I said. "I missed you so much. I thought about you every day, even when I was drugged out or working or even sleeping." We held each other in a tight hug. "I missed you more than sex, babe," she said with her face buried in my hair. "It was hard, you know me, but it was easier once we found you." I giggled at the way she'd said that. She pulled back and looked at me quizzically. "It was ... hard ... was it?" I asked with a smirk, emphasizing the word 'hard'. She looked so cute with her brows furrowed: a slut trying to think past the lust fogging her brain. Suddenly her eyes got wide and round and her beautiful face broke into a huge smile. I started to laugh and she joined me. I started to tickle her around her waist, and she got to me by tickling me under my arms, and we kept at it, laughing and giggling, rolling all over the carpet, touching and tickling, until we were both out of breath. We finally ran out of steam and cuddled on the floor near the bed. ?Oh god, I love you so much!? Mandy said. She caressed a cheek and then slid her hand down across my shoulder. ?My sweetie, my baby girl,? she cooed to me. It felt so good to hear her tender voice, and the love I heard there filled my heart with a joy I?d thought had been denied to me while I?d been lost. ?I love you, my only girl,? I said. I reached a hand behind her head, clutched some hair between my fingers and pulled her lips roughly to mine. I kissed her with as much passion as I?d ever felt. Every tiny little sensation sent waves of tingly pleasure through my mind and body: the press of her lips to mine; the feel of her tongue in my mouth as I suckled and licked at it; the feel of her hair between my fingers; her musky fragrance; the feel of her hard nipples pressing against my breasts and my own tingly pebbles pressing against hers; the feel of her hands running up and down my body, squeezing my ass and my breasts. I?d never felt so completely aware of my own body, and so much of a yearning to become one with another person. And that person was my sweet, darling, sexy Mandy, my own delicious Mandy; and I was hers, always and forever her girl. We slowly pulled our faces apart, our breathing heavy and laced with vestiges of the whimpers and moans two lovers couldn?t help but bring out of each other. We looked into each other?s eyes and knew without a word spoken what we wanted. We quickly stood and silently undressed me. When I was completely naked I kneeled at Mandy?s feet and, looking up into her eyes, bit down on the waist-band of her black, lacey panties and pulled them down with my teeth. I was on my hands and knees as I pulled them down her legs, and when my face was pressed to the carpet she lifted her feet out of the panties. I lifted my head and looked back up at her, the panties dangling from my bared teeth like a crazed animal, before flicking my head to one side and letting her panties fly from my mouth. I smiled at her wickedly. Mandy reached out a hand and I took it. She helped me up and led me to the bed. It was only then that I realized the bed was larger and that the room itself was larger and the furniture rearranged. Mandy told me that mine and her old rooms had been merged into one huge bedroom, and then redecorated and refurnished, while I?d been recovering in the hospital. I said a silent thanks to Rosalyn, and then crawled into bed with my love. *** *** *** The Welcome Home Party was everything I could have hoped for. Thanks to Mandy, Bob knew everything that had happened to me, and oddly enough he seemed okay with it. I wasn?t as open with my feelings, and I knew he wasn?t happy about that, but at that time it didn?t seem as important. We spent a lot of time talking about me, about him, what we wanted out of life, and what kind of people we thought we were. But one thing I forced Bob to understand was that my heart belonged to Mandy, no matter who I had sex with. I hurt inside watching the tears drip down his cheeks as he silently accepted the truth. But he took my hands in his and promised that we would always be friends. I joined him in crying tears over that, but felt so incredibly relieved in spite of the pain I caused him. What was even more important to me was reuniting with all my slut girlfriends. We girls went off alone together and I told them everything, with Mandy?s encouragement. Parts of the story I told them made them uncomfortable, especially about the heroin, and about Dan, but I could tell that most of it got them really excited. I was sorry for that; I didn?t want them to go through what I?d been through; a healthy lust for sex is no reason to let yourself almost die. Despite it all, we grew even closer as friends, and I finally felt accepted as a girl by them after our confab. I don?t know if it was what I?d been through, or whether it was because I had the biggest breasts of any girl in our school, but I didn?t care. I just loved finally being accepted as a girl by other girls. My mothers, my sister and my brother were in full attendance at the party. Rita seemed entranced by the beautiful women there, my old whoring friends from previous Parties, as well as the little girl sluts from my school. I became concerned that no matter how little she was my baby sister might have the same natural interest and yearning for sex as I did, and as our mother so obviously did, based on her completely brazen behavior with Rosalyn and all the other adult women at the party. I tried to accept that Rita might be as big a slut as I was; but it was difficult. I promised myself, however, that I would protect her as best as I could from the horrors I?d been through. But the best part of the party was Mandy giving me away to John, the wonderful and totally manly ?Big John,? the hairy bear of a man who?d saved Mandy and Rosalyn from the wrath of Jake and his cohorts, and so had saved me by preserving the love of my life. We reunited in almost the same way that we?d joined the first time, except that it wasn?t in the pool, though it was right next to it. I?d had some wine and smoked some pot so I was very relaxed. Mandy and I danced sexily together at the edge of the pool, gyrating within touching distance, occasionally bumping hips or caressing each others? sides, hips or bottoms while we danced. I held my eyes closed, letting myself float along with the rhythmic music and Mandy?s touch. And then I felt larger hands holding me by my swaying hips and not letting go. I knew immediately that they were a man?s hands and when I let my eyelids open to a slit and saw who it was I closed my eyes and smiled, and swayed my hips even wider into John?s hands. I felt a pang of guilt, and my eyes flew open when his hands slid up to cup my big boobies. I saw Mandy standing to one side; she smiled encouragement and blew me a kiss before giving me a wave and walking away. When I looked into John?s eyes and gave him the sort of look I?d used with customers he took me by the hand and led me up to my -- mine and Mandy?s -- room, and we fucked like the proverbial rabbits for hours. I think it was my time with John, his masterful yet gentle way of bringing me climax after climax in tune with his own, that finally healed the last of my anxiety about men from my time with Dan in Portland. Later that night, after the party was over and Mandy and I were in the very same bed that I?d been in with John, we talked about it. I told Mandy how grateful I was to her for giving me to John and how he was the only person other than Mandy to whom I could have given my self, my total self. I told her how much I hoped she knew that. She kissed the tears from my cheeks and held me close. She told me in return that she knew how much I?d needed to be with a man again, but in exactly the loving and tender way that I?d been with sweet John, and how she could tell that I?d been healed a bit more. We made the mad, passionate love that only two girls can make until we finally passed out from exhaustion shortly after dawn. *** *** *** The next few weeks were a blur. Life in my new home settled down into a comfortable pattern of love and companionship. Mandy and I became inseparable; she wouldn?t let me out of her sight for the briefest moment, not even at school. Yes, school: I had to go back; I was only fourteen, after all, no matter how much my heart, soul and body belied my chronological age. Through Rosalyn?s influence, I was sure, the school took me back and changed my schedule to match Mandy?s, with the proviso that I would attend summer school to make up for the lost time. I wasn?t so happy about spending the summer in school, but as that was months away it didn?t seem important right then. By the time I started classes again a week after getting home the word had spread, thanks to Mandy with my full permission: I?d been a drug- addicted whore, and I?d been in jail, and my mother and step-father were getting divorced. To some of the kids I was sort of a celebrity; to others I was even lower than the scum on the bottom of their shoes. I accepted the ?congratulations? and playful jibes from my friends and former lovers; I ignored the scorn and derision from the other set just as I had done before. I just wanted to get through it all until I got back to just being a girl with a slut reputation. Mandy and I shared a laugh over how one of the religious bitches had tried to make me feel bad by calling me several names from her precious pastor?s word-hoard for girls like me. When the other nay-sayers saw how little I cared for their teasing words it all quickly faded to just those boys that were trying to disguise the lust burning in their crotches. The one thing I insisted upon when I returned to school was that no matter how slutty I dressed or acted, or behaved before, after or during school --and Mandy and I accepted how much we both needed cock, and we gladly took all that was offered -- I would earn my own grades. I would no longer fuck or suck the nerds. I would only do it for fun if it seemed like a good idea at the time. I told Mandy that she could take the nerd-fuck way out of things if she wanted, like the girls in our group still did. But, to my complete surprise, Mandy not only said she understood how I felt but that she wanted to do the same. I shed a happy tear or two when we hugged after she told me that. Within only a couple weeks Mandy proved how smart she was as we did our homework together and her self-earned grades quickly grew back to her nerd-done level -- all on her own. I was so proud of her. And I could tell she actually started to take as much pride in her learning as she did in her sexual prowess. It was then that I realized we were becoming more like the other; me more like her, more so than either of us could have ever been as horrified as we'd witnessed, and her like the way I used to be. I think Mandy started to finally realize that she had far more worth than her sexuality. I couldn?t help but already know that about myself. We became even closer as our personalities merged into a duality that knew only love of the other, and blissful joy in each other?s company. *** *** *** I woke up on Christmas morning with a happy heart, full of expectation, lying naked next to my dearest Mandy. She was spooned up behind me, naked as well, of course, as we had always slept since we?d been reunited. She had an arm draped over my waist, and when she felt me stirring she slid a hand up from my tummy to cup one of my large breasts. She slowly rubbed her thumb across the nipple and it responded immediately, swiftly hardening and sending delicious tingles through my body. By then I was completely healed from the surgery, and Mandy loved my boobies as much as I did, and showed me how much as often as she could. I turned over to face her. ?Good morning, my love,? I said with a smile. She moved her hand to fondle my other breast. I gave her a soft kiss on the lips. ?Merry Christmas!? I said to her cheerily. ?Merry Christmas, sweetie,? she said. I wrapped an arm over her to caress her wonderfully perfect bottom. We stayed like that, just gently caressing and tenderly kissing each other for several minutes as our minds and bodies fully awakened to the passion that soon engulfed us. Mandy pushed me onto my back and straddled herself over me, our crotches touched and rubbed against each other, and yet again I wished that I could be graced with a vagina like my lover. Our mothers said that it would happen one day but not until after I turned at least eighteen. Three and a half years seemed like a long time to wait. But Mandy didn?t seem to mind; she seemed to delight in how my little wormlet would slide between her nether lips. She rubbed and pushed herself on me and I spread my legs wide to accommodate her. She looked down into my eyes and smiled. I nearly swooned at the vision of her beautiful face, framed by her long, curly, still sleep-tousled red hair, her eyes still smoky from the make-up she wore to the Christmas Eve party the night before, her bright white teeth shone, the tip of her delicate pink tongue licked her soft, sweet lips. She grasped my breasts in either hand and squeezed and rubbed them, her thumbs pressed and rolled across my hard nipples. I moaned out, closed my eyes and covered her hands in mine. She leaned down and kissed me hard, and our tongues began their dance before I took hers in my mouth and suckled on it as wave after wave of pleasure tingled from my breasts down through my tummy to my crotch. Mandy slowly pulled away from our kiss and her hands left my breasts. I opened my eyes and saw her reach across our king-sized bed under one of the many pillows we shared. I smiled when I saw what was in her hand: our strap-on, with our favorite dildo attached: long and thick and black, with veined ridges and a large mushroom head. We?d fucked each other two or three times with it the night before, and my ass tingled at the memory of how it felt to be impaled on it. ?Oh, Mandy, I love you!? I said breathlessly. I lifted up my legs, held my hands under my thighs, and pulled them back until my knees were beside my ears. I hardly even felt the stretching in my legs after so much practice in making my ass available, at first to my customers and lately to Mandy. ?Fuck me, please, baby?? I begged. Mandy smiled a mischievous smile and without a word got up on her knees, attached the stubby clit stimulator to the other end, slipped the straps around her waist, and hips, and under her pussy, and snapped the buttons. Once she was finished she kneeled over me and turned her hips quickly from side to side. I giggled as the cock flipped back and forth. Mandy laughed at my rapt stare. She pulled my legs back down and then straddled me across my chest, her knees on either side of my head. I lay there submissively. I could feel the edge of her ass grazing my nipples. ?Suck me first, my little slut!? she commanded me. Oh, how I still loved being told what to do by my darling goddess. I reached up to grasp the dildo and, with Mandy?s pushing hips, opened my mouth wide and let the rubber cock slide across my tingling lips into my experienced mouth. The dildo was definitely large, but I?d serviced all sorts and sizes of cocks in my career, and my mouth had no trouble taking our beautiful, black dildo in and down my throat without a hint of resistance. Mandy smiled down at me as I suckled the fake cock into me until my lips pressed against her warm flesh, in one long, slow, smooth stroke. If I could have I would have smiled at the memory of my little-girl self of only a scant few months before that could barely swallow the small, narrow cock of a young boy. My mouth was as loose a pussy as my ass, and Mandy and I both knew it. She began to pull back out of my mouth and I slid my hands around he hips to grasp furiously at the globes of her perfect ass and I squeezed hard. Mandy?s face winced a bit as my long, sharp nails dug into her flesh, and with a throaty growl she shoved the dildo back into my mouth. Over and over, in and out, my tongue swirling over the fake cock like the professional I was, even though she couldn?t feel it I knew from her wicked smile that she noticed my abandonment to the sucking. Suddenly she pulled out and I almost moaned out at the loss. She scooted back until her crotch was near my ass and searched among the pillows until she found the large but almost empty tube of lubricant. We?d gone through so much of the stuff just between ourselves the past weeks. ?Oh, my goddess Mandy, that?s so sexy!? I said. I pulled my legs back up in anticipation and watched entranced as she slathered lube all over the dildo; she masturbated it like it was her own real cock. She was such a sexy vixen. She reached out her hand to my ass and slipped in a slippery finger, then another, and another, until, after a few minutes, her entire coned hand was sliding in and out of me gently but irresistibly. I was as loose as I would ever be, and I loved knowing that my pitiful substitute for a blessed vagina could accommodate almost any male, or a substitute one. And yet I felt every touch, every tickle, and even Mandy?s nails as they scraped across the tender membrane of my ass-pussy. I loved every second of it. I whimpered as her hand left a void in me that needed filling as desperately as a starving woman?s stomach needed the filling of food. I looked up to her as a worshipful acolyte to her goddesshood. ?Oh, Blessed Girl, please fill me with your cock! Please!!? I begged. ?Yes, I think I?ll do just that,? she said breathlessly. ?I love you, my sexy whore!? ?I love you, my sexy whore!? I repeated. She smiled at the truth in our words. We were each other?s whore, and also the whore of anyone that could pay for the use of our bodies; we both knew exactly what we were and we loved the fact. But we also knew that, though our bodies were for sale, our hearts belonged only to each other, and in that knowledge our hearts were safe and secure. That security gave us permission to bed anyone we wished, at any time, without guilt, without fear of loss, without restraint. I could never have conceived that such freedom and abandonment could have existed without Mandy, or without the open freedom of our new Family. Mandy got herself positioned at the entrance to my ass, slid the head of our dildo around a bit, and giggled at my whimpering yearning. And then, just as I?d begged her to do, without further preamble, she pushed, hard, and my pussy opened up to her with only the faintest tingle of pain. But that gave way within seconds to the joyous desire and pleasure that enveloped me as our dildo forcefully fucked me. Mandy just pushed in, in one uninterrupted stroke, and every tiniest sensation from it, from the veiny ridges along its length, to the mesmerizing feel of the ridge of the cockhead as it slid into me, was so intense as to completely blow away my mind and sanity. I started to babble inane and nonsensical phrases, as I so often did. I?d always loved to be fucked, but for some reason that Christmas-fuck was one I could never forget. Mandy slowly pulled out of me, bent over and licked my breasts and nipples, before shoving our cock back into me. I reached around to cup and squeeze her ass as she got into a wonderful rhythm, just the way I liked it: hard and fast in, slow and teasing out. I took one of my hands, slid it between her ass cheeks, and let my fingernail drag along until the tip touched her puckered opening. When I heard her moan into my neck where she?d been biting and sucking I pushed my finger in. I aligned my finger so it would slide in when she pulled out of me and slide out when she pushed in. I reached between us to caress her breast. At this she leaned up and took my breasts in her hands for support as she continued to pound away at me. I took my finger out of her ass, reached up, and took her jiggling breasts in my hands. I opened my eyes to see her staring down at me with such a look of lust that a fresh wave of tingles shot through me. We just stared into each eyes as she fucked me. After a few more minutes the pleasure took hold of me and I started to moan, still looking deeply into my love?s eyes. She smiled wickedly as she saw what was happening; she knew the signs so well. She let go of my breasts, put her hands on the bed on either side of me, and leaned back down to kiss me, hard. I wrapped my arms around her, and we kissed like the crazy-with-passion lovers we were while the waves of tingling pleasure built inside us. I knew from long practice that we would cum together and we did, in a crashing, thunderous explosion of screaming pleasure. The screaming was mine, however: just before I came Mandy broke our kiss, licked and kissed a spot on my shoulder, and sucked and bit at the skin. The painful pleasure pushed me over the edge into our mutual bliss as her pistoning quickened into short, hard strokes. Mandy lay on top of me as we slowly, deliciously returned to earth. The wonderful thing about dildos is that they don?t get soft just because of an orgasm. Mandy had our cock still lodged deep into me and I loved the feeling. I let my legs slip down and rested my heels on the back of her legs, and held her to me as she calmed down, kissing her softly on the cheek, neck and shoulder. I slid my hands down her sweaty back to gently caress the ass I loved more than any other. It was then that I finally realized Mandy and I weren?t alone. I heard soft but quick breathing coming from beside the bed, and turned in shock to see Rita standing there. She was still wearing her Princess Barbie night-gown but it was lifted above her waist by the wrist of the hand that still rubbed her hairless pussy. Her face was flushed and her eyes were staring wide at Mandy and I. I tapped Mandy on the shoulder, too surprised to speak. Mandy raised her head, saw where I was looking, and turned her head to see my little sister. Mandy slid back and the dildo eased out of me. When Rita saw it finally emerge from my ass she gasped. Mandy unsnapped herself from it, tossed it to the other side of the bed, and threw a pillow on it. Only when it was out of sight did Rita?s eyes leave it. I could do nothing but lay there in shock. What shocked me even more was Mandy?s next action. ?Come on, baby,? she said, and motioned with her arm for Rita to join us in bed. I turned from staring at my sister, her hand still in her little girl panties rubbing herself, to look at Mandy. My eyes must?ve been as big around as Rita?s were. But I felt the bed move as she got into bed. ?You won?t need this, honey,? Mandy said, lifting Rita?s night gown above her head and off. ?Or these.? I watched as my lover gently undressed my sister until she was as naked as we were. Mandy took Rita in her arms and hugged her tightly. ?Welcome, little sister,? Mandy said lovingly. Suddenly Rita wrapped her arms around Mandy and laid her head against Mandy?s shoulder, her face turned towards me. Rita just smiled at me, seemingly overjoyed to be hugging my Mandy. I knew it was insane when I felt a pang of jealously at the way they hugged each other, but I couldn?t help myself. I knew my sister had grown up a lot over the past several months, but I had no idea that she?d become awakened to her sexuality at such a young age. She?d only just turned eleven at the end of November. But it was obvious she had awakened to herself. Mandy and Rita stopped hugging and Rita laid herself down beside me with a giggle. She leaned over and kissed me right on the lips. ?Merry Christmas, big sister!? she said happily, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for the three of us to be in bed naked together. Maybe for her it was. ?Merry Christmas,? I replied automatically, my lips still feeling her kiss. Mandy was still kneeling at the end of the bed. She got up, moved a few steps away, and wiggled her finger for me to join her. I looked at Rita lying naked on the bed, her legs slightly spread, with one hand resting on her lower tummy and the other behind her head. She seemed so happy and expectant. I smiled back at her, and then got up and joined Mandy. She must have noticed the confusion and shock on my face. She pulled me close so her face was close to mine. ?Relax, love,? she whispered into my ear. ?She saw us doing our thing, and you saw the way she was playing with herself. She?s obviously ready. Do you want her to learn about sex from strangers? Who better to teach her than us? We know how to help her deal with things, and help her, right?? I started to relax as I absorbed Mandy?s words. But I had so much wanted to let Rita stay a ?little girl? for as long as possible. But I real