Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 01:35:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paige Crystal <river_of_honey@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stretching the Limits Part 4 (no sex)

Penny came home early; dead tired, but glad she didn't
have to act like the UN in order to keep the peace.
Cam and Minnie were closer than ever, Jasmin kept the
onslaught of puberty to herself as of yet. Penny just
enjoyed the calm inbetween storms. She knew another
one was brewing; she had seen Cam and Minnie appear
from under the shower with shaved pussies. They were
having sex and soon she was going to find out who the
lucky guys were. Not now, soon, the calm was just too
damn pleasant, no need to rush things.
It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the girls wouldn't
be home for another two, maybe three hours. Momma
needed some quality time to herself, she mused and
went upstairs. She dove into the bedroom, ditched her
clothes, put on her robe and went back to enter the
temple called shower.
As she slipped off her robe, she looked into the
mirror. Hazelnut eyes, firm breasts, nipples hard in
anticipation, a slim body that was losing the battle
against time, but still. Neat triangle inbetween her
legs, purple lips aching to be touched. Penny touched
her cunt, felt the wetness and shivered. Quickly she
turned on the shower and sat down in the shallow
plastic tub.
The hot water beat against her skin and breasts,
flowed along her groin. Penny plunged two fingers in
her cunt and started to rub her clit. No time for
niceties, she had been aching all day for this
release. Her legs shuddered, she bucked and came. Her
hands didn't leave their places, but slowly started to
do their work again. Penny curled up her fingers
inside and pushed gently, while contracting the
muscles inside. It wasn't before long before she
groaned again and felt a flashflood drown out her
senses.
Dizzy she rested her back against the wall and felt
the water whip her body.

Wearing her robe she entered Minnie's bedroom to pick
up her laundry. She noticed Minnie's teddybear
standing closer to bed lately, but thought nothing of
it.
Minnie was a messy masturbator, Penny thought that it
might be better if she had her pleasures in the
shower, but confronting a volatile daughter would be
domestic suicide. So she just tugged away the sheet
and felt her hand strike the teddybear.
Its head rolled off. Penny looked at the decapitated
bear. And then took a closer look. She stuck her hand
out, picked up a photograph and felt sick.
Num she fell to the floor and stared at the picture.
Cam was lying on the bed, smiling at the camera with a
fist buried in her vagina. Not knowing what else to do
Penny grabbed more photographs. She felt her eyes burn
as she saw how close her daughters had been. For a
very long time.
She started to cry when she saw the first picture of
her babies photographed by someone she had known too
well. Wendy. That's why Minnie had insisted on not
staying there anymore.
Hurriedly she stuffed back the pictures, put the head
back on the teddybear and ran to the bathroom where
she went sick in the toilet.

Jasmin found her there an hour later.
"What's up, mom?" she asked.
"I...I thought of dad," Penny lied. Jasmin knelt next
to her and gave her a hug.
"It's okay, mom, I miss him too."
Penny sniveled. "I'm fine now," she said and smiled.
At least Jasmin was not involved. Cam was fourteen and
was fisted by her sister, her daughters, she thought
and started to cry again. Jasmin shooshed her and
patted her on the back.

Dinner was eaten in silence. Cam and Minnie looked at
their mom who sat staring at the table, poking her
food with her fork.
"Everything okay, mom?" Cam asked.
"No, not quite." Penny saw Cam and Minnie exchange
quick glances. "Maybe the flu, I'm taking the day off
tomorrow."
"You should," Minnie said full of concern.

That night Penny lay in bed, suspicious of any
abherrent noises, but there came none.
The next day after her daughters had gone, she picked
up the telephone and dialed a number she hadn't dialed
for a very long time.
"Wendy."
"Wendy, it's Penny, we need to talk."
A moment silence. "sure."
"I'll come to your house."
"Okay."

Her sister had always been the firecracker, whereas
Penny had been more timid. Both had been full of
secrets.
When Wendy opened the door, somehow Penny felt safe
again.
"Come in."
They sat in the room silently. Penny produced from her
pocket a picture from the bottom of the teddybear,
hoping that it wouldn't be missed quickly.
Wendy sighed.
"How could you." It wasn't even a question anymore.
Wendy stared and Penny saw the guilt in her eyes.
"After my divorce, I felt empty. I had no safe haven
anymore; you were married, the nightmares came back.
I...I just wanted to have you back and you weren't
there anymore. I felt like my arms were cut off, I
just wanted to feel safe again," Wendy said with a
broken voice. "I could never touch your children, so
I...," she whispered and started to cry. "I'm so
sorry," she said with a shattered voice.
Penny sat silently as her sister cried. Demons from a
long and too well-remembered past suffused the air;
demons with familiar faces and voices telling them to
shut up and lie still during too many nights. Demons
from whom there was no escape, because they had always
been around, fathered them, violated them. Comfort lay
not in the stillness of their mother. Comfort was two
magnets which had been violently forced together to
create a tensionfield that had burst apart after the
pressure had fallen away.
Now it was back in full force. Penny had wanted to be
livid at her sister, but too much had happened not to
understand her sister. But it was still wrong what
Wendy had done. She had somehow infected the family
tree with a seed that had grown into the anomalous
cancerous offshoot, something they had both sworn not
do when they lay in bed and daddy wasn't around.
The damage was done. The past had overtaken them,
Penny felt alone and miserable, because she knew that
there was no way in hell that she could undo the past.
Penny felt locked in a future she didn't want, but had
to cope with. How she didn't know, but Wendy wouldn't
be the one to trust to give an answer.
She stood up and picked up the photograph. Not knowing
what to say, she turned away and left.

"Jesus, Anne, you look like hell," Anne said, "come
in."
"Thanks," Penny mumbled and walked into Anne's house
like a ghost.

"I am sorry to bother you...,"
"Hey, come on, don't say stuff like that," Anne said
as she sat down before Penny.
"Where are the kids?"
"Asleep."
"I," Penny started and sighed deeply, "have a major
problem on my hands."
Anne felt the blood drain away from her face. "Oh?"
Penny sighed again. "I hope you're feeling up for this
story, but I gotta tell someone or else I might go
nuts."
"Shoot. Wine?"
Penny smiled weakly. "Lots of wine."
When they sat sipping wine, Penny started: "I have a
sister called Wendy, I don't know whether I've ever
told you about her."
Anne shook her head.
"Well, I don't know else how to say this, but we ...
have been for years abused by our father, sexually,
fysically. And noone knew or intervened. My sister and
I sought and found refuge with each other for a very
long time. It ... was a ... strange time for both of
us. Maybe to compensate for what was done to us
violently, we became intimate."
"In what way intimate?" Anne asked with a dry mouth,
her anger flaring up like lightning.
"Very intimate. I don't know," Penny said, feeling
foolish. "We cared for each other, we were the only
ones who listened to each other, we were the only ones
who understood each other's pain, who knew who the
enemy was. Our lives became so intertwined and things
were so fucked up, that things got fucked up, you
know?"
Anne nodded, unprepared for the outburst of erratic
honesty.
Penny gulped back a glass and got a refill. "My sister
and I made love to each other, even if it was just to
feel nice, warm and wanted for just a goddamn few
fucking minutes," she burst out. Suddenly realizing
how loud her voice had been, she pu her hand before
her mouth.
"It's okay, they're deep sleepers," Anne said
comfortingly not knowing what else to say.

She was wrong: one was a deep sleeper, the other not.
Lisa woke up, listened carefully and then woke her
sister.

"It all stopped when Wendy and I ran off from home. We
picked up the broken pieces of our lives and glued
them together as best as we could. The damage
sustained by Wendy was such, that she couldn't bear
children anymore. I could. We kept close contact
through the years, until Minnie didn't want to go to
Wendy. I didnt understand back then, I understand
now."
"Why?"
"Are you ready for the awful truth? And I'm sorry to
bring this up."
"I'm ready," Anne whispered.
She saw Penny take out a picture and lay on the table.
Her stomach turned. A hot flash of anger mixed with
guilt shot through her.
"Wendy was reenacting what we did," Penny said
hoarsely. "The trouble is: Cam and Minnie are at it
again."
The silence that followed was so deafening, that
neither Penny nor Anne heard the clutch of the door
tot the sitting room turn.
"Again?" Anne whispered.
"I think it has been going on for two months now and I
have a real hard time accepting it."
"Me too," Anne mumbled.
Penny said nothing, misinterpreting Anne's reaction.
"Do they do "it" voluntarily?" Anne asked.
"As far as I know: yes."
Anne sighed. "Considering that what happened is ...
out of the ordinary, I mean, between you and your
sister. And what's going on between Cam and Minnie.
Look at it this way: they're both consenting to this."

Lisa gave Terri a puzzled look, because she didn't
understand some words.

"They're sisters," Anne said, "they're supposed to
love each other. They now love each other more than
usually. But all things considered: is that so wrong
or strange? They have been subjected to conditions not
a lot of children have been subjected to. Stopping
them would have consequences you couldn't possibly
imagine."
"No?"
"No," Anne said, "because you couldn't imagine this
happening. Let your daughters love each other, love is
great. Keep on loving your daughters; you of all
people should know that love is precious."
"I had my share of "love"", Penny said acidly.
"Now you're being unfair. Your daughters are not in
the same situation as you were. They love each other,
they like what they do. Maybe one day it will all blow
over, but you can't make them stop. Don't stop them,
please."

Lisa and Terri looked at each other with a mix of
bewilderment and joy: mom had said that it was okay
for them to love each other. They nodded and silently
walked back to their bedroom.

"I don't know how to deal with this," Penny said
tired.
"You don't have to," Anne said warmly. "Does Jasmin
suspect anything?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Good. Let sleeping dogs lie. If I know Cam well
enough, she wants to be discrete." Hell, do I know,
Anne thought.
"Perhaps you're right. Cam is a smart girl."
"She is," Anne said, thinking: I will get that little
minx.
"Thanks Anne," Penny said and stood up. She gave Anne
a warm hug.
"And you know, that if there's anything: call me,
okay?"
Penny nodded and went home.

Anne watched her daughters sleep and counted her
blessings, that they were allright.

Penny walked a lone and painful mile back home.
Torrential thoughts encircled her and performed an
obscene autumn-dance of wrong and right. By the time
she slid the key into the lock of a home that felt
estranged to herself, she sighed and tried to promise
herself that she would cope.

Her daughters sat on the couch in their pyjamas and
watched her intently. She saw glaring guilt erupting
from Cam's and Minnie's eyes. They knew that she knew.

"Jasmin, go up to your room," Penny said hoarsely,
"your sisters and I need to talk."
Jasmin nodded.
"And Jasmin, don't eavesdrop on us or I will be very
cross."
Jasmin nodded again and went upstairs. Despite her
young age she saw that this was no game and that she
had to listen to her mom. She understood grave honesty
and threats when they were uttered.
This was such a moment.
She locked herself up in her room in the attic,
undressed herself and went to bed, trying to lock
every sound out. There was none. So there was no
fight. Minnie had changed for the better, she thought.
With Cam's help, was her next thought.
She had grown sick and tired of the fights, but was
carefully glad, that that everything had calmed down.
She still felt like an outsider, because she would
always cry when Minnie had a fit. Everyone would
gather around Minnie and try to calm her. Jasmin would
silently scream for some attention too. But all had
been calm. The quiet had seemed a portent for a storm
but for two months there had come none.
"The clock strikes ten and all is well," she whispered
looking at her clock and prayed feverishly that all
was well. And she vowed to herself that mom would
never have to feel alone, because tonight her mom had
scared her.
But Jasmin knew why mom had to talk to Cam and Minnie.
She knew. And mom needed every support available.

"I know about you two," Penny said bluntly. Cam and
Minnie's faces went ashen. "I won't say that I
disapprove of it, but I  don't approve of it. My only
concern is that you make sure that neither I nor
Jasmin will ever be confronted with ... your
activities. Because frankly I will go nuts, if I find
out that you involve her in your ... you know what I
mean."
Cam and Minnie blushed and nodded.
"You two haven't planned on..?"
"No, no," Cam and Minnie lied.
"Good," Penny said, too wasted to detect the lies. "In
exchange for this I expect you to do your share and
help me do the laundry every now and then; you're both
quite messy, you know that?" she said smilingly.
Cam and Minnie nodded, glad that Penny hadn't lost her
sense of humor.
"I hope we won't have to touch upon this subject ever
again in the future, so just be careful, right?"
Cam and Minnie nodded again.
"Good. I'm off to bed." Penny stood up, kissed her
girls on the forehead and went up to her bedroom.
Sitting in bed she stared at the picture and shook her
head.

Someone else in the house was also looking at a
photograph. Jasmin had discovered the picture a year
on an illicit journey through Minnie's room. And while
Cam and Minnie had tried to be discrete, they had
failed. Jasmin knew that what her sisters were engaged
in, was abnormal, but for the sake of the peace she
had stayed silent. The picture invoked nothing more
than a passing interest and didn't turn her on. She
looked at Cam and Minnie kissing, Cam had her legs
spread wide, Minnie had inserted a finger in her
sister. Jasmin didn't feel the urge to touch herself,
but vaguely felt a disgust to do the stuff her sisters
had done. She sighed, slid the photgraph back into a
narrow slit in her bedstand and went to sleep.

As the house lay quiet, Cam crept into her Minnie's
bedroom and found her sister wide awake.
"Mind if I come in?" Cam asked.
"No," Minnie said and opened the duvet. Cam stepped in
and gave her sister a quick kiss, then sat upright
next to her.
"Shit," she muttered.
"Yeah," Minnie said.
"What to do now?"
"Maybe when you babysit for Anne, she is away and her
kids are asleep?"
"No," Cam said hastily. "When Anne finds out, she'll
be livid. And when her daughters find us, she'll kill
me. We'll just have to lay low for a while and see
whether we find another opportunity."
"We might try," Minnie insisted, "I'll go nuts if we
don't get to be together often anymore."
"Me too, but it is just not wise ... for the moment."
"Can't we turn mom's thoughts around?"
"Not at this time. You saw how freaked out she was.
There is no safe place for the time being and hotels
are way too expensive. God, mom won't trust us until
God knows when. We'll sleep on it, okay? Maybe we'll
come up with a better idea tomorrow."
Minnie nodded. Cam gave her a long warm kiss, slid her
tongue in Minnie's mouth and felt her body go hot. "I
gotta go before we go animal again," she said
regretfully.
"I'll think of you," Minnie said teasingly, kicking
away the duvet and rubbing her clit.
"Me too," said Cam promised softly.
Back in her room she reverted to a new fantasy, that
she had started brooding on. It was nasty and a big
gamble, she might lose two lovers.

Anne sat in her bed and drank a glass of red wine. The
names of Cam and Minnie circled through her head.
Besides feeling slightly betrayed, she felt bemused by
the idea of the two sisters being lovers. And she was
bewildered by Cam's apparent libido that left her
enough energy to please two parties.
"Maybe too heavy a burden to be carried by only two
shoulders," she whispered to herself, feeling
hideously kinky.
She heard an indistinct sound coming from her
daughter's room. She listened intently, but heard
nothing further.
Anyway, she thought, she had to confront Cam with her
new knowledge, set up rules for engagement. Maybe
apply a bit of pressure. Cam was used to that, she
thought smilingly and finished her glass.