My phone buzzed with an unknown number. I sat unsure whether to answer, since it was already the witching hour for telemarketers. In the end my good faith won out and I pressed the green Call button.
 
"Amy?" said a voice over the phone.
 
"That's me. Who are you?"
 
"My name's Amelia. You don't know me, but your brother and I need your help. He says to tell you it relates to Ellen."
 
Ellen. That was something I hadn't heard in years. But there was no doubt that this Amelia knew my brother Ace.
 
As children, Ace and I had never been very close, even though we were almost the same age. In retrospect, that's probably largely my fault. He was adopted, I wasn't. It's a common story: a couple can't seem to conceive, but as soon as they start seriously preparing themselves for adoption, suddenly it happens. But it was already too late to cancel the arrangement with Ace's birth parents, so I was born just 5 months after he was. You can imagine how we had grown up feeling maybe a little more than the standard sibling rivalry, and hadn't gotten along all that well until a few years ago.
 
That's when I went to him with my secret. Truth is, I'm gay. Always have been, though it really only registered around when I started high school. I kept quiet for a while because I really wasn't sure how to break the news to my parents. That's why I told Ace. If there's one real redeeming quality about my brother I recognized even then, it's that he doesn't judge people. So I confided in him first, and eventually he helped me soften the blow to our parents when I came out. It just so happens that he and I also discovered we have pretty similar taste in girls. During the time when I was hiding my orientation from my parents, Ellen was the code word we used to refer to the subject.
 
Amelia explained troublingly little of the circumstances over the phone, but I understood why one might want to be reluctant about that sort of thing, so she texted me her address and it wasn't long before I was driving over to her house. It was a big house in a nice neighborhood, and I spotted Ace's car parked on the street nearby. That eased my worries but increased my confusion over what sort of trouble Ace was in.
 
I rang the doorbell, and was greeted at the door by a downright gorgeous brunette wearing what looked to be yellow pajamas. She was familiar-looking; I had probably met her a couple times at our school through Ace. Nonetheless, until now I hadn't taken the time to really check her out. I noted the visible straps of a camisole undershirt, not the kind one would normally wear with fuzzy pajamas. By all indications, she had just thrown them on to have something decent to answer the door in. I wondered if I might be overdressed, with striped tights under my miniskirt, a two-layered frilly top, and a sunflower pin in my hair. I thought it complimented my hair's natural black in the short style I had chosen, but I know that sometimes too much is too much.
 
"Amy? Come in," the brunette said, looking only a little flustered. I recognized her voice from the phone, and smiled back politely. Amelia strode steadily as she guided me through the house to what was apparently her bedroom.
 
Immediately I spotted my brother's clothes on the floor. What the hell was going on here? I shot Amelia a look. She was already stripping off her pajama top.
 
"I'm sorry, it's hard to explain and we don't have much time, either. Can you start by getting undressed, too?"
 
Now, had most anyone else used that line on me, I would have stopped dead and demanded an explanation. But my heart was already throbbing at the sight of this girl who was now just a couple pieces of clothing short of being in her bare skin, and consequently I quelled my desire to make sense of the situation. I kicked off my shoes, tugged my two shirt layers over my head together, and shimmied out of skirt and tights as quickly as I could manage. Amelia, who'd already dropped down to just her camisole, sans any sort of bottoms whatsoever, came over to me, showing off her secret lips, which looked a little moist already. Not as much as my own, after seeing that.
 
"Come on, all the way," she said as I laid my tights and skirt aside. She even reached around and unhooked my bra!
 
"I can see why Ace called this a code Ellen," I commented as I tried to loop my arms seductively around the other girl's hips. "But I still don't understand the urgency or where he went." For her part, Amelia still seemed single-mindedly focused on getting me totally naked, which she accomplished, tugging down my panties and letting me step out of them.
 
"This should help explain things," she said, as she locked hands with me and flopped backwards onto her bed. Helplessly, I followed, leaning forward to kiss her soft, smooth tummy. That's when she took my two hands and tucked them both effortlessly into the warm little opening between her legs.
 
"What?!" I exclaimed softly. She tugged on my elbows, and her vagina swallowed up several more inches of forearm, pulling my whole torso downwards towards her snatch.
 
"I need you inside me now, all the way inside. For Ace's sake as much as mine."
 
* * *
 
40 minutes earlier:
 
I awoke to the sound of Amelia's voice around me. "Ace! Ace, where are you?"
 
I opened my eyes. I was lying on my back in a shallow puddle of liquid, on top of some sort of lumpy, pinkish substance. It was sticky and smelled overwhelmingly sweet. Oh yeah, I remembered. I'm inside Amelia's body.
 
"Ace! Ace, it's getting late. If you don't get out really soon, my mom'll get home. Can you hear me?"
 
Oh crap. "Yeah... I hear you. I guess I'll just have to leave now." But wait, where was this? "I don't remember anywhere that looked like this before. Do YOU know where I am?"
 
"What?" Amelia seemed bewildered. "You're inside me, of course..."
 
"Yeah, but more specifically, where?"
 
"Last I remember, you had somehow ended up in my breast, but then I fell asleep, and..."
 
"Yeah, me too. It seems I got deposited somewhere else in the meantime." I stood up unsteadily and took stock of my surroundings. It was a pretty small chamber that curved around out of sight after just a couple feet in either direction. I trotted around the corner only to find it branch out into two different passages that each looked like more of the same. "I wonder how I get out," I mused aloud.
 
"No way. You're lost in there?"
 
Another check behind me. No sign of any particular familiar features. "Yep, that seems to be the gist of it."
 
Amelia groaned desperately. "What are we supposed to do? I can't sneak you out after my mom gets home... and won't your parents be really worried if you're out all night?"
 
"Well, first, let's try THIS!" I suddenly bit a chunk of the flesh around me. The whole area reacted by temporarily tensing up and squeezing against me.
 
"Ow! What'd you do that... oh, I see. Um, I think you're somewhere between my crotch and my bellybutton. I don't really know where exactly. Sorry."
 
"Damn. Well, it was worth a shot."
 
"So what do we do now?"
 
"Maybe send someone else in to find me?"
 
Amelia was silent for a while. I guess she hadn't considered this. After a while, she said softly, "If it were another guy, that would be too embarrassing... but if it's a girl, then I guess. I hope they don't think I'm a disgusting freak or a monster..."
 
I thought for a while. "My sister Amy wouldn't think you're a freak or a monster, I bet. And I'm sure she could keep your secret."
 
"Really?" Amelia seemed to be thinking for a while. "Then I guess let's call her. What's her number?"
 
As Amelia got up and retrieved her phone, I recounted Amy's phone number, and discussed how we would talk to her. Obviously we couldn't tell her the truth over the phone, and there was no way I could talk to her directly. Luckily I knew just the thing.
 
* * *
 
I looked up from my arms to the rippling pussy that was slowly inching its way up them, to the superbly flat curve of belly above it, to the equisitely-shaped rack still hidden partly by the camisole, and finally at the face which was staring back at mine, as if waiting for approval.
 
"You're really something, you know that, Amelia?" Her reaction gave me just the opportunity I needed. I yanked both my arms out from her sopping cavern and heaved myself forward, pinning her on her back. My knee pulled up and rubbed against the hungry snatch, which greedily moistened my thigh. "But you really think you can devour me without letting me enjoy that delectable body of yours?"
 
Amelia looked somewhat afraid and confused while I lifted the camisole off to finally reveal her bare chest. Before she could mount a word of protest I locked lips with her and tasted her sweet breath. My hands free, still dripping with her fluids and moving almost of their own accord, traced figure eights around her shoulders and ribcage. Amelia shivered, but I knew right away that it wasn't a bad shiver. I was good at this. She began returning my kisses and arched her back in appreciation. I felt the soft globes of flesh that composed her breasts pressing against my own, somewhat smaller boobs. In short, I let my presence be known throughout her whole body.
 
Eventually, I could feel my tension growing near its peak, so I reached a hand down where my knee was rubbing and fingered the mouth of her southern cavity. Amelia's was far more accomodating than any pussy I'd encountered before, but still it didn't take me long to find her sensitive nub. I massaged it, softly at first, then increasing in intensity, then softly again. Amelia's gasped breathing told me half the story.
 
"Just get in there already!" she managed to burst out. "You need to find Ace before my mother comes ho-- aaAaaAaa agh!"
 
Amelia looped her hands, free again, around my elbows and shoved them towards her with force. Almost instantaneously, my arms were once more buried in pulsating flesh, spreading wide her opening just inches from the tip of my head.
 
"Alright already!" I conceded, and lunged forward. Somewhat to my surprise, Amelia's pussy admitted me easily, swirling down past my outstretched armpits and contracting around my collarbone. This girl really did mean to engulf my whole body in hers! It finally dawned on me, then, what was going on here. Ace had gone on ahead into the seemingly endless depths of her love canal, and now it was my turn to join him. And that was as much reasoning as I managed to do, while the pleasure train that was Amelia's labia schlepped over my tits and down my back. I squirmed and writhed wildly, driving both Amelia and myself to orgasm, not just once, but twice, three times, each fit causing Amelia's cooch to envelop more of my body, crawling over my rear, and across my thighs. The accommodating pink flesh wracked my body into divine contortions, as my calves gleefully entered Amelia's sex, and by the time its lips sealed shut behind my toes, I was utterly spent. Amelia managed still a few more pleasure spasms, the largest of which squeezed me upwards again into and through a seemingly small hole. Finally, she too fell quiet, and I gazed in awe at the massive cavern into which I had been deposited.
 
After a long pause in which each of us caught our breath, two voices sounded at once: "Amy... can you hear me?"