It was just a few hours ago that she had been at Gia's house. Her whole life had changed during that momentous visit. Under the pretense of making peace, the tough little big-breasted brunette had lured Stephanie over her house, and subsequently tied her up and raped her.

'But if it was rape, then why did it feel so good? Why did it feel so right to do... things with her? Why did I feel so... so secure in her arms?' wondered the confused middle child, every now and then bringing Gia's panties to her nose and inhaling.

The girl may not have been aware, or maybe would just not admit it to herself, but every time she said the word "Mistress," her subconscious screamed out "Mother!"

Gia filled a void in the girl's life, in her very soul, that no one she ever knew had been able to duplicate. She liked being told what to do, enjoyed the sense of security that comes from having someone making all the decisions for you.

Stephanie loved the way Gia's touch felt upon her skin, the way she smelled all over, the softness of her body, and the way she tasted. And Gia was gorgeous to the extreme: beautiful face, come-hither brown eyes (she sometimes wore blue contacts), great shoulder-length brown hair, firm little ass, hot well-kept pink pussy, and of course, large round boobs.

Ah, breasts. Possibly the greatest physical symbol of motherhood- especially when they're large. The body part that all infants are instinctively attracted to, and everyone probably carries a small part of that instinct with them throughout their lives. (Perhaps this is why more women experience homosexual relationships than men.)

And Gia had breasts- in spades! Only thirteen years old, and she already had the biggest tits that Stephanie had ever seen. The blonde angel couldn't help being drawn to them, but didn't really know why. The only thing she did know for certain, was that she would do almost anything to keep Gia in her life.

She would call her Moth... Mistress, she had no problem with that. She would accept the relationship restrictions she put on her- that was acceptable. She'd get rid of her friends, including Mickey, and make sure Jamie knew she wasn't interested in him in case he changed his mind. Of course she loved making love with Gia, she could live with begging for it. But her Mistress's last order had been to introduce her to Michelle!

'What does Gia want with my sister? She wouldn't hurt her- would she? No, Gia's not mean! Just a little... different. But then that probably means she wants Michelle to join us! I don't... Michelle is too young for sex! She's only a little girl! And... And... And I don't wanna share Gia with her!' thought Stephanie, taking a particularly deep whiff of Gia's panties while looking over at Michelle's sleeping form. (Michelle's night- light allowed Stephanie to just make her out.)

'I... I guess I'll introduce them, but I won't let her hurt my sister, and I won't let that brat take Gia away from me! Michelle always gets everything! She's so spoiled! Well, she's not gonna take Gia away from me! She's my Mo... Mistress, nobody else's!'

With Gia's scent in her nostrils, her left hand sneaks its way downwards, underneath her nightshirt, and down her panties. The newly awakened (sexually) child diddles herself to sleep, clinging to her Mistress's panties like a security blanket. (Good thing she has to get up before Michelle, she'd hate to have to explain to her younger sibling about the undies!).....(cont)