While the latest scheme the sisters had cooked up was left to simmer on one side, the normal day to day activities continued, school lessons, homework; chess club, and dance for Marta, with guitar and drama for Anna. On the home front their mum and dad were still persevering slowly with English by immersion from their kids, and the radio, as Greg and Peter had taken it up like sponges, being in the ideal age group for learning languages.

With April just a week away though the weather was still chilly, it was unlikely they would see another frost, and the boys were now allowed to cycle round to see Nana Olga and Gramps, where they had been helping him in the garden to get ready for early planting. The old couple had thrived since the move to the city, no more than a ten minute walk even at their pace to visit with the family, and their spacious new modern home that meant it was so convenient to have the kids stop over. The girls didn't stay overnight that often, but the boys made up for that as they stopped over one night a week most weeks.

Ella was still getting the occasional special order from the catering company, and always had Olga over to help out, they also went into town together for shopping or just to get out and about. Olga had also been to the Squat with Gramps, who was a regular visitor there, and had got on well with Kejan and the other women who were running the café. It was during those visits she would see Gramps get together with Melenki and Yaroslaw to talk of building work or gardening, but she suspected the men were worse gossips than the women who lived at the Squat.

Anna had been thinking a lot about the sleepover with Eve, and was eagerly looking forwards to her visit on Friday, wishing they could explore this new pursuit on a nighty basis, but she knew that was not realistic. The talk of their relative development, and the sight of Eve's first few pubic hairs, had spurred both girls to think of increasing their image banking, so they had plenty of prepubescent picture sets before their hair started to grow.

They both spoke with Marta and she agreed it would be a good idea to catch the last of their 'smooth phase' on camera, as you couldn't be sure at what pace development would proceed. It was soon arranged with their respective studio teams, that they would fit in two or three banking shoots a month if they could, to ensure the girls future fame. Marta with help from Alina had found that those picture sets highlighting the transitional stages of development were the most popular, and she wanted to see that her sister and their best friends were the first to benefit from that research.

Marta also found herself in earnest conversation with Irisha, who told of the latest moves in her own love life with Taras. Irisha admitted she had a mental block about giving head, but Marta said that was no reason to deny herself the pleasures of oral sex, if Taras was willing to go down on her. There followed a discourse on the subject, with Marta saying not to be shy in telling her boyfriend what she liked, and giving him instructions on what worked best for her pleasure.

Irisha learned from Marta's experience, both practical and from her trawling the web, to find out that not all couples indulged in oral sex, and sometimes that traffic was only one way, but that wouldn't matter if both partners were happy with the arrangement. Irisha referring to the magazines that they read said that Marta would need to change her name to 'Aunt Goose', and start her own column, which lightened the mood making both girls laugh. Marta admitted to her friend that she didn't think she would still be a virgin by the time summer was over, but she didn't feel the time was quite right just yet.

Later after her talk with Irisha, Marta realised that almost all the girls she knew were in some type of emotional turmoil, several were going through a lesbian phase, including her sister with Eve, and Irisha was not the only girl she knew of that was struggling to work through the minefield of dealing with boyfriends. She felt blessed to have such a smart and understanding boyfriend who was willing to let her set the pace, she knew he would be her first, and maybe it helped that he knew that he was her choice for that major event in her life.

Though Eve was staying over on Friday it didn't stop her from coming round straight from school on Thursday to work on finishing a script with Anna. They had the scene all worked out, and with the storyboard sketches drawn in stick figures, they added notes about the actions taking place. Last of all they filled in the speech bubbles with the minimal dialogue they had been working on, and declared it complete, now only waiting for Marta to get back from chess club which she had managed to include in her schedule this week.

Marta looked over the numbered sheets, she liked the way it had been presented, making it easy for the players to follow, using two colours so each girl had her own script clearly shown, and the dialogue was simple, in line with their basic knowledge of English. Marta praised the effort they had put into the production, in that the script was so tailored for the girls they had written it for, and it was sure to be a big hit with the membership.

The two nine year old girls that Marta had suggested would work well as a pair, had indeed been a successful team, the whole being greater than the sum of the parts, but now they had a video script to give them another boost, and keep them in the limelight. The script involved bathing together, with lots of bubble bath foam, hence the excuse for less talking as they covered each other with a mass of bubbles. She could see the girls point, that with all the fun the two girls would be having, the audience would hardly notice that the dialogue was somewhat limited or monosyllabic.

It didn't pass Marta's attention that the notes about the actions all around the storyboard held a certain innocent but Sapphic flavour entailing a lot of contact between the two girls, but it would be totally in context of the scene they wanted to create. Until recently Marta had never had a bath she didn't share, but she expected that was less common with their target audience except for much younger children. The script was in no way blatant, but she could see how it would prove to be very popular. The two authors of the sketch had written their names by the working title, and they had written down the names of the girls for whom it had been specially written.

Marta thought to tease the two younger girls, saying they could act out the sketch on tomorrow's sleepover; that is if they hadn't already tried it out on the sleepover at Eve's house the previous week. The two blushing faces filled in any blanks regarding Anna's recall of the events at the sleepover at Eve's house, though Marta thought she had heard all the important details from her sister's account.

Shortly after Eve had a call to go home for supper, and good naturedly told Marta she would get her back for embarrassing her. Anna thought this would be an ideal time to call their new friends to find out how Mary had got on giving her first lesson that afternoon. Not only had the lesson gone well, but Max had been the driver who had picked up the girl, so he was able to point out where the apartment was when they arrived. The student had brought along her English classwork, and the book they were using for the syllabus so that Mary could decide the best way to begin teaching.

Anna said they had a spare copy of that book, and would pass it on for Mary to use, she didn't have a copy, but she knew Svetlana would soon find her one, with a new tutor on the block Svetlana would now get the chance to have a little more free time. It was funny that the woman who barely had enough clients this time last year to feed herself, was now in a position where she hardly had time for grocery shopping. Mary had enjoyed the role of teacher, and was looking forwards to having a second girl visit tomorrow; Anna checked who it was, then said she would give the girl her spare book so she could deliver it.

They talked a little longer, then Anna spoke to Micky who was in good spirits, saying how she had helped in the lesson too, then asked if Anna would be riding over the weekend. Anna felt she detected a wistful tone as Micky said to give Silver a hug on her behalf, and she suggested to Micky they might visit the stables together in the summer holidays when it would be much warmer.

After supper Anna searched through her drawers until she found the piggy money-box she was looking for, then printed up a sticky label for it:

Micky's Tip Box (Horse Riding fund)

She would get tomorrow's student to deliver that as well as the text book, and suggest to all the girls on the list that they make a small contribution to encourage Micky's continued interest in English, and to show the studio girls were not short of cash.

With both mum and granddad benefiting from their association with people involved with the studio, they would be seen in a much more favourable light when it came time to ask if young Mikayla would be willing to step in front of the camera. Of course for now they wouldn't know these girls all had that common link. The sisters had spoken to all the pupils on the list they gave Mary, and it was the intention to slowly allow word of the 'fashion studio' to creep into the conversation, but if the family were to show an interest, Anna and Marta would take over at that point.

Meeting up next morning Eve could hardly contain herself, bursting out with the news that her own 'suggestion' to Victor about inviting his friends round tonight for a sleepover had been successful. Her mum didn't really mind and her dad had been silly, saying it would be a lads night in of games, sport and beer, but then he did promise Victor he would set out the car racing track so that would keep them occupied. Anna winking at Eve asked if Marta wanted to join in the trend, and have a sleepover at Karl's place that evening.

Rather than rise to the bait, Marta said it was something that she thought about a lot, and if she could figure it out she would, even if they didn't go all the way it would be nice to spend the night in his arms. The two younger girls could hear the sincerity in Marta's voice and could tell she wasn't joking. Around lunchtime Marta found a quiet corner and made a call, Karl was pleased she rang, and details for that evening soon arranged, he would call round after supper and they would go out and see the latest release at the cinema; sadly that would not be followed by a sleepover involving the two of them, and Marta didn't raise the subject. She did think they could use the time to see if they could be on their own the following day if he wasn't working.

Anna accomplished her mission, giving the 'spare' text book, and the piggy bank to that afternoon's pupil. She enforced the message that she wanted the studio girls to come across as polite, well educated high-achievers, who enjoyed life and all it's financial perks, which just about summed up the majority of the girls. Outwardly they tended to play down the rewards made possible by their secret alter-ego's, as the studio warned them it was better to put something by first, then live within your means from the remainder.

Svetlana was keen to learn about the new teacher, glad to shift some of the load which of late was becoming a burden. Anna gave her the heads up on the situation, and wrote down Mary's phone number, so the two teachers could work out how best to share out the workload, and so Svetlana could pass on useful tips. Having extra tasks to get done during the course of her day helped Anna keep focused, and not think constantly about the night to come.

As the afternoon progressed though, Anna had less distractions, and started to think about the sleepover, so by home time the gusset of her panties had become decidedly soggy with her anticipation of the fun and games ahead. It had got to the point where she started to worry if anyone standing too close would become aware of how horny she was. Anna decided she would have to start carrying panty liners in her pack, like her sister if this was the way her body was going to react to such thoughts.

In her hurry to leave at last bell she nearly bumped into Sofia in the hallway, and they joked about re-breaking her arm, that incident had been ten weeks back, and this was the first time Anna had seen the older girl since her cast had been removed, so she didn't want to appear rude by just dashing off without asking how she was. The arm was a little pale, and thin, but she was taking physio under the supervision of the health centre, and expected to be back to normal quite soon if she followed their guidance.

Anna laughed to see her impatient friend pacing back and forth at their usual meeting place, while Marta looked on amused, as Anna made her excuses. Anna was curious as to the neatly wrapped box her sister was carrying, but the only answer was they would have to wait and see, but the grin on her face made Anna wonder if this was some sort of payback for anything she had said or done earlier.

This time it was Anna going to Eve's house so Eve could swap out backpacks, and they found the three boys were in the middle of some noisy game, so they quickly left before Magda could change her mind about the boys stopping over. All three girls sat round Anna's laptop as she was doing her stint on the TTMF, but she had already posted a note on the forum earlier in the week that she would only do one hour as she was having a sleepover with another model from the site. This was sometimes the type of wind-up or excuse used to excite their audience, so the other girls might not see it was in fact true.

Eve didn't take part in her own right, but she gave Anna a few suggestions what to write when the conversation started to heat up. Marta cryptically said they would have a new topic to discuss on the forum during their next slot, as she waved about the box they had seen her carry home. All Marta would say is they would find out what it was after supper.

Once again Igor complained he was outnumbered, and perhaps he should have gone with the boys, and they could all play with the racing cars. He got teased as the token male throughout the meal, then at the end it became clear why Marta had changed into a nice outfit as Karl arrived to take her to the cinema. It said a lot for how much the lad was trusted in that Marta's curfew had been raised to eleven o'clock, but they expected to be back well before that.

Anna offered to help her mum with the dishes but the two youngsters were let off, Ella saying she would call in the marker when there was a really big pile of dirty pots and pans. Upstairs in her room they found the mystery parcel on the bed with Marta's note.

"Have fun tonight you two, I won't disturb you, and will use the boys bathroom when I get back. You can open the parcel and enjoy, I borrowed it from a classmate and there is no hurry to give it back, if you like it, I'm sure we could buy one. Love Marta."

They quickly attacked the wrapping to discover that it contained a large folded plastic sheet, which opened to reveal a spinner, a rule sheet, and the large coloured spots of red blue green and yellow - a game called Twister!

They laid out the game mat and read the short description of how to play, it soon became apparent that for just two players it really needed another person to do the spinner, as they ended up falling over as they tried to play and reach out to determine the next move. It was fun even though they were both still dressed, and they could see it held some real possibilities for the older girls on the other site. Having three or four girls in a video would allow the game to show it's real potential, and stripped down to undies, sleepwear or even less would make for some engrossing views for their audience.

Thinking about the sketch they realised by cutting between shots they could rely on the random nature of the game itself, or cut and paste pre-set views of the spinner to have predetermined moves that tangled the girls into more interesting positions. Having had some fairly innocent fun the girls put the game away, both anxious to move on, but Anna now feeling embarrassed about how ripe she was, suggested they have a bath before moving on to other things while doing her little eyebrow wiggle.

As they undressed in the bathroom, Eve shyly admitted to have got quite wet and sticky down there over the course of her day at school, which lead Anna to admit she had also been in the same boat, and it would feel nice to be fresh and clean for their next game. Peeling down her panties Anna threw them at the tiled wall, and joked with Eve about how if they stuck there it proved you were feeling really horny. Eve's panties also failed to stick but the state of the gussets of both girls panties showed they were growing up fast.

Eve liked the double ended bath, in that neither of them had to sit on the plug hole, or bang their head on the taps, but it started with both girls sitting side on in the bath as it filled, Anna demonstrating the lovely feelings that could be generated from having your pussy directly under the flow of water from the spout of the tap. The girls shuffled sideways taking turns having the water tumble over their most sensitive parts, until they had to raise their bottoms up to stay above the level of the water.

Eve was giggling as she said she would now always wash that way at home, though it might not be so easy in her own bath, and although they were both feeling fresher, it didn't stop them from soaping one another very carefully to ensure they were clean all over. As it was only early in the evening they washed each others hair, with no shortage of products to choose from Eve found a brand of shampoo and conditioner that she liked.

In a brief flashback Anna thought of a time when the only choice had been whatever was cheapest from the market, and that had to be used sparingly at the time, oh how their lives had changed in the course of ten months. The twenty-second of May was a date she would never forget, standing in that long queue of hopeful girls, not realising at the time how much her life was to alter. It had been so relaxing with Eve washing her hair, but the slight tug as her friend tried to remove the excess soap before rinsing, had brought Anna back to the present.

Soon both girls were done with their hair care routine, and stepped out of the bath taking turns to dry each other with the big fluffy towels. Next it was taking turns on the stool in front of the vanity counter, with it's enormous mirror that seemed to double the size of the room. They fussed over one another's hair, using the dryer and messing about talking of the different styles they could try out. In truth both girls kept it simple, Eve with her ever present pageboy look, and Anna with her longer hair loose or in a pony tail, leaving the more complex stuff for their studio appearances.

Though there was no shortage of products in the bathroom, they were not about to mess about with cosmetics makeovers as popularised in the foreign magazines they read, for it was clear most of those articles were sponsored by the manufacturers of the various make up brands who were major advertisers. With their friends they had talked about the unconcealed consumerism, and wondered if the girls the magazines were aimed at were aware of it, just because something was available in thirty-seven amazing shades, did these girls really go out and buy all that stuff?

Skin pink and glowing, and hair clean and brushed they cleared up the bathroom and went back to the bedroom anticipating what was to follow. Anna going to the bed grabbed Mr Bear in a bear hug in order to move him, it was either that or drag him across the room by one of his chubby limbs, as he weighed a fair amount. She placed him in a corner admonishing the giant stuffed toy that he wasn't to peek at what they were doing. Eve joking, asked if he would get a stiffy from watching them, the two girls laughed, speculating about what size it would be if he did.

Anna said although she hadn't yet seen a horse at the stables get one, she had seen pictures on the net, she had even seen pictures of ladies and horses, and a gasping Eve wanted to know more details. Their conversation moved on from horse cocks to various boys and men, imagining if they had big or small ones, and what it would be like to try one. That lead to the inevitable question of what would be the right size, and if it were too big would it hurt or cause any permanent damage. Anna laughing said they should let the older girls like her sister go first and do the research for them.

The two happy girls bounced onto the bed, and small friendly pecks soon advanced to more serious and prolonged kissing, as they had both come to enjoy what this did to them. It wasn't just their lips in action, as hands with questing fingers roamed over fresh soft skin, not yet afflicted by the hormonal changes that had prompted their actions. There was a lot of squirming about, as they tried to rub their mounds against one another as the feelings became more intense due to the rising passion.

Anna was just nipping and kissing her way down to a small breast when she was interrupted by the sound of her mobile phone, not knowing who it might be, she reluctantly left her task to find out who it was. Eve was even more annoyed about the call, and listening in was pissed off to find one of the lazier girls was calling Anna for help with a homework question. Anna's unusually terse reply let the other girl know she should pay closer attention in class, and soon after the call ended.

"Now where was I?"

Eve was quick to say where Anna should continue her own homework, pointing to the spot just above her left breast, and was helpful enough to give hints on the direction of travel. Closing her eyes as she ran her fingers through Anna's long hair, Eve enjoyed the way Anna would make her tongue hard and pointy to run round her nipple, then change to broad flattened strokes to lave the whole cone. They took turns exploring and exciting each other, learning how to delight their partner.

Anna had learned from having the radio on in her room, that the sounds were hardly noticeable from outside her room due to the house being so well built, and the wall to wall carpets tended to mute the sound, so she was not too concerned they would be overheard. If anyone had listened at the door that evening they would have heard a symphony of sighs, giggles, squeals, moans, and suppressed exclamations of joy, as the two girls continued their research into giving and receiving orgasms.

Marta out on her date with Karl were much more mature at fourteen and seventeen, and although their hormones were raging, still had enough sense to keep them under control in public, for they were lucky that they had two venues for their more private moments. Since Karl was aware of all her little secrets, she told him she had changed prescription, and how the doctor wanted her to keep taking notes about how she got on. He was happy to hear how she would still want a massage at 'that time' whether she needed it or not. Karl trying to act the part, put on his best pervert voice saying any excuse would do to get his hands on her. A little jab in the ribs from Marta told him to behave.

Though they had a good evening out, the night was chilly as Karl walked Marta home well inside her curfew, she invited him in with the intention of showing her parents how responsible they were, while he called and waited for a cab to get home. It seemed her folks had gone to bed early so they had the lounge to themselves, they warmed up with some necking on the sofa. When they broke for air, a brief thought crossed Marta's mind, then she chided herself that it wasn't the time or place, but another aspect of that passing idea, was that maybe she was ready.

When they saw the lights of the cab that had pulled up outside they kissed goodnight, and Marta watched as he drove away, she needed to start planning, and she wanted it to be perfect. What she needed an ally, and the only way to make this work was to convince her mum that she was ready.

To be continued in Chapter 63...

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As a greying English male, I had never before considered what a compliment it would be when a reviewer could assume I was a Ukrainian woman, I suppose the only greater accolade would be for someone to say the girls parts sounded as if they were written in the voice of young girls, which is the effect one strives for. I have done extensive research about the time and place, short of actually visiting Kiev, even talking to people of eastern European origin to get a flavour of that area, but please forgive me for any chronological errors, as the actual dates of events are left deliberately vague.

You heard it here first, I have the jottings for a follow on story that looks at the results of the studio raid and closure, as to what might happen to some of the characters we have met, and vignettes on a few random other people affected by the events. It has for now the tentative working title of - "Where there's a market", i.e. what will happen to the vacuum now created by the downfall of a major player. So far about two chapters are scratched down, and it is a darker tale, with a good dose of revenge sort by a few of the injured parties.