Chapter 15

Lauren realised two things when she woke the following morning. Firstly that Emma hadn't had her medicine the night before and that she had made love to her brother while using the ointment inside her. Neither of the thoughts cheered her up, but she determined that after Elizabeth and Gustav departed she would make sure that Emma had another dose of the slimy stuff to get her back on the road to recovery. She swung out of bed and showered in her bathroom. It was before eight o'clock, which surprised her given her late night. The news TV had more unintelligible reports of trouble in the north, and with the elections approaching, more and more analysis of the state of the parties.

She dressed in her usual bikini bottoms and, forsaking a bra, slipped a T-Shirt over her head. She found Elizabeth and Gustav in the kitchen, drinking coffee and discussing the house.

"Hey, thanks for getting all that food." said Gustav, his eyes taking in the tautness of her T-Shirt. "It must have taken quite a time"

"Most of the morning. But that's OK, it's good to get out." said Lauren, making more coffee and tidying up the sink.

"Lauren, we don't want to alarm you, but we were just saying that the situation in the north is very ugly. I think, although Elizabeth doesn't wholly agree, that whatever the outcome of the election, there's going to be a general strike across the country. Did you hear about the devaluation yesterday?"

"No, what, they devalued the Peso?"

"Yeah, but it seems that half the government knew about it and sold for dollars last week, making a fortune. On top of that, the government has decided to reduce the subsidies it gives to farmers."

"If anything happens, then just stay in the house. Keep the doors locked and stay by the phone."

"Do you think it will come to that?" asked Lauren, looking at them both.

"I don't know, but we just want you to know what's really going on. Not what's on the news. There's no need for Emma and Jamie to know yet, although they listen to the news just like anyone else." said Elizabeth.

"Anyway, we must be off. I'll be back in about four days, hopefully." said Gustav.

"And I'll be gone for a week, so I'll call you later in the week." said Elizabeth, kissing her head. "Look after yourself, and thanks for being here. We'd be lost without you!"

Lauren watched them go and decided that since she was awake, she'd make a cup of coffee for Emma and wake her up as well. She knocked on her door and peered in. Emma was asleep, facing the window away from Lauren. She crept in and closed the door. Emma looked so peaceful in bed. Putting the coffee by her bed, she made her way to the curtains and opened them slightly, causing Emma to stir and turn over. Lauren sat on the edge of the bed, touched her cheek and watched her stir. She was suprised to realise that the T-Shirt that she normally wore to bed was lying in a heap on the floor. Emma smiled and opened one eye, squinting at her against the bright daylight.

"What time is it?" she said, stretching above her.

"About nine. Your mum and dad have just left. Time to get up. And I remembered that you didn't have your ointment last night."

"Can't we do it now and get it out of the way, then we could go shopping!"

"Yeah, but somewhere else, you'll get the bed all messy."

"No I won't. Anyway, today is 'sheet change day'. It won't matter." said Emma, almost keen for her medication. Lauren allowed herself to be convinced and slipped out to her own room and got what she needed. On her way past her sofa she paused, thought briefly and put the ointment and other bits down on the cushions. Quickly, she pulled her bikini bottoms down and let them drop to the floor. Checking the her T-Shirt covered most of her thighs, she gathered up the things on the sofa and walked back to the little girl waiting across the corridor.

She sat down with her legs together on the side of the bed again and waited while Emma drank her coffee. She slurped noisily and dropped back against her pillow, looking up at Lauren through dreamy, half-open eyes. Her hand dropped onto Lauren's thigh.

"I'm sorry you have to do this for me" she said.

She knew that being an au pair was going to give her a heart attack. Her senses tuned in and focused their attention on the tiny hand that gently rested above her knee. She was sure that Emma had no idea she had taken her knickers off, but nevertheless, she knew she needed to keep the mornings activities strictly medicinal. Lauren almost laughed as she recalled what they had done less than twelve hours earlier in the lounge. Her mind once again tried to reconcile the event as pure education, but failed.

"That's OK. It's better than having to go to the doctor's every day, isn't it?" The hand moved away as casually at it had arrived. An innocent early morning greeting. Except that her pussy had very different ideas. She placed the ointment on the bedside table along with the flannel and leaned her head to one side, a smile on her lips.

"Ready?"

"Sure" said Emma, pushing the covers down. Her little breasts looked so delicate, so young and pure. The sheets were about half way down her stomach and Emma indicated that the rest was up to Lauren. She stood and took hold of the top of the covers.

"Lori?"

Lauren looked up. This morning's bombshell warning had just sounded. "Mmm?" She pulled the sheets down, past her navel, revealing her tanned stomach and the tiny white briefs that covered her pussy. "Can you take your knickers off for me?" asked Lauren quickly.

Emma pouted like a young child as she raised her bottom off the bed. She looked at Lauren and made no effort to take her knickers down. Deciding that now was not the time for an argument, Lauren pulled her knickers down to her knees, feeling another cocktail of drugs surge through her body as Emma's hairless pussy lips came into view. Lauren could see that there was a definite swelling and the feint aroma of her sex drifted up as Lauren breathed in as deeply as she could. She turned to Emma to ask her to help a little more and saw that her eyes were closed, a look of rapture on her face as she exhaled. Emma moved briefly onto her side and slipped the knickers off the remaining way, letting them fall off the bed.

"Lori... yesterday..." She paused, not waiting for effect, just trying to find the way of saying it that conveyed the message she wanted. Lauren turned to her, waiting. Emma opened her eyes and studied her face, examining the shape of her breasts, then down past the end of her T-Shirt. Lauren felt another surge inside as she realised that Emma might see she had removed her knickers. They smiled at each other, the unspoken exchange signifying that it was safe to progress, they were friends. "Yesterday, did you want to do it with Jamie?"

"Emma, of course not! I told you, it was for your education. And because you kept pestering me!" Lauren thought that she should have rehearsed this. It was obviously going to be discussed and an excuse that losing your virginity to your brother helps you get better grades wasn't one of her best.

Emma turned onto her side and leaned on her elbow. Lauren sat down again on the bed next to her, feeling her leg touching the bottom of her T-Shirt. She knew that she was so wet and the slightest touch from the young girl would have sent her streaking towards gratification.

"But, don't you feel like you need to come, just like I did? Last night I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking how you made me feel, and then how you helped Jamie. It just seemed unfair! And every time I thought about it, I got my warm feeling coming back again."

"Emma, that's OK. It's very good that you think that way about people, honestly. But it won't happen again, don't forget. " Lauren looked around her room, checking the ointment and gloves, focusing on anything but Emma's eyes. "It's not the sort of thing that you can tell people about, now is it?" said Lauren, putting her hand on her bottom. "Come on, let's get this done, then we can have breakfast."

Emma rolled onto her back and parted her legs a little, obviously still thinking about Lauren's words. Lauren fetched a towel from Emma's bathroom, lifting her bottom slightly as she spread it out underneath her. Emma's silky labia had parted generously to reveal the beginnings of the inner folds of her lips. The most delicate of folds glinted with inner moisture.

Lauren forced her gaze away from wondrous sight between her young tanned legs and concentrated on the task. The gloves seemed a little awkward to get over her fingers, possibly because her hands were hot and slightly sweaty.

"But, if you feel like I did, and you don't have a boyfriend, then, what do you do?" asked Emma, watching the thin latex gloves.

"Emma, you're very young to be asking these sort of questions. Now let's get on with this, shall we?"

Unscrewing the top of the ointment, she scooped out a dollop of the jel and nodded at Emma. She waited for Emma to pull her legs back before spreading a generous amount over the entrance to her bottom.

"Lori, is it called 'mastibeating'?" asked Emma, eyes fluttering closed.

"Is it what?" she replied, her voice rising to a squeak.

"When you do it yourself. That's what Sabrina's sister said."

"Masturbating" said Lauren, swallowing noisily.

Emma closed her eyes again as Lauren introduced her index finger to the hole and pushed, easing herself inside the tight opening quickly in the hope of shutting her up.

"Oh!" groaned Emma, trembling slightly on the cool linen sheets.

It was no easier than the day before and Lauren took it very slowly. She leaned forward, the sweet scent of her pussy meeting her, causing her to sway, happily intoxicated. She breathed deeply, her mind registering the sweetness and recalling distant memories, forgotten until now, of erotic encounters with Nikki that had left her breathless.

Lauren withdrew slowly, waiting agonizing moments as she watched the intense expression of pleasure drift across Emma's sleepy sweet face. Her finger finally left her bottom, returning to the jar for a final dose of the wonderful ointment. Never again would Lauren consider herbalist cures to be concoctions of the types found at dawn on the summer solstice, worshipping the sun, earth and their pagan gods. She pushed in firmly, twisting as she entered, pretending to coat the walls of her passageway as it rippled and gripped in pleasure. Emma lifted her bottom slightly off the bed, pushing against Lauren as the palm of her hand touched the cheek of her bottom. Slowly, she withdrew, resting her thumb on her pussy lips as though announcing the next area to be treated to her touch. Emma lay with her head buried deep into her pillow, the look of anguish gone as she luxuriated with the remnants of the feeling below. Lauren wiped her gently and decided to change gloves. She snapped them off and dropped them in a heap on the floor before pulling on another pair.

Lauren looked very closely at her pussy and saw that she was trembling, very slightly, as though it had suddenly turned cold. Lauren touched her inner thigh, just to announce her presence, and Emma opened her legs as wide as she could. Her supple thighs touched the sheets and Lauren was surprised she could maintain the position so comfortably with her feet together. Lauren decided that she wanted to join in a little more than last time, so she sat on the bed, facing Emma, and picked her feet up and put them on her lap so that she had to keep her legs open but it allowed Lauren greater access to her vagina. She pulled her T-Shirt down a little to cover herself before scooping out another helping of the ointment. With her left hand she gripped her feet and pulled them against her stomach. She placed the ointment at the wet opening to her vagina and pushed very gently, marveling how the lips gave way and the darkness of her young tunnel was revealed. Her clitoris stood out proudly, the hood now above allowing it to gleam in all its glory. Her gloved finger slipped in to her easily, although several attempts were necessary to ensure that all the ointment went inside rather than over her little girl pussy lips. Emma moved occasionally under her touch, pushing and pulling against both her hands as though trying to get maximum relief from the therapy.

She took a last measure of the jel and pushed it directly inside her in a smooth motion that brought Emma's hips off the bed. Lauren held her firmly, her middle finger inside her pussy while the palm of her hand pushed down on her clitoris. Lauren moved her hand around in a grinding motion, simulating what Emma had done herself the evening before. She felt the walls of her vagina contracting slightly, and knew that she was approaching orgasm. She wasn't going to pretend this time that she was just finishing off, or talk to her at all. She wanted to be quite sincere with Emma and give her the opportunity to experience her orgasm naturally without trying to be quiet. Emma's feet pushed hard into her stomach, her T-Shirt rising, uncovering her nakedness. Lauren pushed harder, twisting her hand so that she felt along the top of her hot tunnel as her thumb rubbed her hard clitoris. Emma bucked gently, her breathing keeping pace with the attention Lauren was giving to her clitoris as her thumb moved in lazy circles over the tiny pear of pleasure.

Lauren felt the grip increase on her finger as she explored, the tight teenage tunnel twitching as she felt her way inside. Slowly, she introduced a second finger, slipping it in against the contracting muscles. Emma could have no doubt now that this could be anything to do with the medicine and had everything to do with making sure she came at the hands of the girl who had helped her lose her virginity. Suddenly, Emma's feet slipped out of Lauren's hands and wrapped round her back, pulling her hand deeper into her pussy and gripping with an abnormal strength. She shrieked as her hips thrust off the bed. Lauren fought to keep her from hurting herself as she came violently, thrashing on the sticky sheets as Lauren lost control, her fingers coming out of the young girl. Emma looked at her, her face in agony, desperation etched across her sweat-streaked face. Lauren pushed her fingers back inside and rubbed her clitoris madly as Emma sank her nails into the top of her thighs, her legs pulling Lauren towards her with all her might.

The random squeezing of her vaginal walls slowed as Emma lowered her bottom back onto the bed and forced herself to breath. Lauren let her fingers slip out her naturally as Emma rolled onto her side towards Lauren. She pulled off the gloves and dropped them on the floor. The towel had been useful and would be fine after a quick wash.

Lauren stood and pulled the covers up to Emma's chin, tucking her in. The noise of the curtains caused Emma to open her eyes. Lauren sat again on the edge of the bed and watched as she pushed the matted hair out of her face. They needed to discuss what they were going to do in the morning, and whether Jamie had any plans. Certainly their useless school teacher wasn't likely to materialise. Unless it was pay day. Lauren caressed her hair for a few quiet, gentle moments.