The number one rule, no parties.  Number two, no mixed sex friends at the house together.   No more than two friends over at any time.  In the house with no company by 9:00 pm.   We agreed.   They went to the airport, very early on a Saturday morning leaving us home alone.

I didn't know if I had the nerve, but I like to go around the house naked whenever no one is home.   I've almost been caught a couple of times, but I made up my mind I was going to be naked for two weeks, but I didn't know what my brother would do.  Actuallly I didn't know if I had the guts to pull it off.  Heck, we hadn't seen each other naked since we were little kids.  Any way, I gave it a shot.

Steve and I got up when mom and dad left, then we went back to bed.  After about an hour more sleep I got up and was going to go to the bathroom when I decided to do it.  I took off my pajamas and walked out into the hallway, the bathroom is between our bedrooms.  Not too brave, Steve was still in his room.  As I got to the bathroom door, I could hear his bed squeaking.   Since the door was open a little bit, I decided to peak in and see if everything was all right.  It was more than all right, Steve was on top of his covers just stroking away at a very nice looking hard cock.   This is the first time I saw his cock, let alone any hard cock and I just stood there staring.

Now when we were little we did the you show me yours and I'll show you mine, but that was like eight or nine years ago.  This was different.   I just had to get a closer look.  Literally forgetting about being naked I pushed the door open and said "are you OK?"   Steve scrambled to get under the covers as I told him to calm down, I just heard the noise and wanted to make sure he was OK.

Once he got under the covers he looked at me and said "you're naked".  I know I blushed and then I told him about me liking to be naked and I made up my mind that since we were home alone, I was staying naked whilein the house.  OK, I was and still am, 5 feet tall and then I weighed 90 pounds, just a couple pounds heavier now.  Small breasts, 34B, brown hair and hazel eyes.  Not too unpleasant to look at.  Steve was looking real hard at me and asked if I was sure I wanted to do that.  I told him yes, I did it a lot when no one was home.  It was his turn to blush, because he said he did too, mostly just with his pants off, but sometimes nude.

I went over to his bed and without stopping to say anything I pulled his covers back, he was naked and his cock was hard and throbbing.  I reached down to grab his cock, he kind of pulled away, but stopped as I got a hold on his cockl.  Then I told him how much I've wanted to see a cock, especially a hard one and I dream about touching one.  I asked him to show me what to do to make him feel good.  

I sat on the bed and he guided my hand to how much pressure and how fast to go.  I was getting so horny feeling his hot cock pulsating in my hand as I stroked it up and down.  Then I cupped his balls in my other hand, he wanted me to stroke them and squeeze them just a little.  This was so hot, I was almost getting dizzy I was so horny.  He tightened up and said he was going to cum, I didn't know what he meant so I asked where he was coming.  Then in an instant I knew what he meant, cum shot out of his cock, it landed on his chest, stomach and I got some on my hands.

It didn't smell bad, so I touched the stuff on my hand to my tongue.  It really didn't taste too bac, so I licked it off my hand.  Then I don't know why, I sucked the cum off his cock and licked it off the rest of him.   I liked the idea of eating something that came out of a cock.   I asked him how often he did this, again embarrassment, but he told me two or three times a day.  He agreed to let me watch or help until mom and dad got back.  Then he asked if he could do something he always wanted to do.

 He wanted to see a pussy close up.  I laid on his bed and spread my legs while he got down between them.  I didn't shave my pussy at 14 but the hair wasn't too thick.  I spread my pussy lips open with my fingers and could feel that I as literally dripping wet with pussy juice.  I told him that's what happens when I'm really horny and I should him how to massage my clit.   It wasn't long before he was making my climax like I've never climaxed before.  It was really unbelievable.

 I know, we didn't fuck.  Heck we still haven't done that with each other.  Just to let you know.  I did spend almost the entire two weeks naked, Steve mostly just wore a T shirt.   That got pretty interesting when we had friends over.  I got pretty good at giving him handjobs and then sucking him dry as soon as he started to cum.   To this day, ten years later, I still enjoy a good mouth full of cum when I can get it.

If you would like to know more about how the two weeks went and what we are up to now, let me know.  Otherwise, I'll just fade away into oblivion.  

A lot of afternoons I spent at my uncle and aunt's house. They lived near my school and I often had to wait until after dark before one of my parents could take me home. Uncle Robert was an engineer - a intelligent man who, in retrospect, was married to his job. Aunty June was a photographer, and it was her that took care of me in the afternoons. I had always admired her. My father was a working-class man, and my mother was a meek woman who supplemented my father's income by working as a sales-assistant at a supermarket. So, my aunt was a strong role model for me. I admired her creativity and the relative success she had had in her career. This is the first chapter in the story of how, over a period of weeks, I became my aunty's sexual plaything.

In early Autumn I began training for the school's cross-country running team. I enjoyed exercise, and liked to keep fit. Training for the cross-country, however, really wore me out.

I arrived exhausted to my Aunt's house one afternoon and, after a quick hello, went straight into the shower. When I was drying myself she knocked on the door and offered to give me a massage. She suggested that I come out while my muscles were still warm from the shower, and that I should just wrap a towel around myself.  She had always been kind and warm towards me, but I still had a sort of formal, respectful relationship with her, common to most girls and their Aunts, and she had never gone out of her way like this for me before. Even so, I though it sounded like a good idea. I did exactly what she said but, out of modesty, couldn't help but slip on a pair of clean undies under the towel.

 "Lay down on the bed here. Put your hands by your side, and part you legs a little so I can get stuck into both of them. Just try to relax," she told me. She had a bottle of moisturizer and began to squeeze some into her palm. I was perfectly relaxed as she began to kneed the sole of my left foot.

"Do you like this, Emily?"

"Yes, that foot was really sore today."

"Good. Tell me if I am going to hard, or if it starts to hurt, okay?"

She worked her way up to my calves, using her thumbs to separate the muscles. Occasionally I groaned when she hit a bit of muscle that seemed to have grown into a tight, painful ball. She began kneeding the back of my left knee, stopping for a moment to replenish her moisturiser. Next, she switched to my right foot and worked her way up to my right knee.

"Still nice? Let me know if you want anything done differently."

"No Aunty June, its nice. Thank-you."

She inched the towel up around my bottom and began sliding her thumbs and palms firmly up the centre of the back of my right thigh. I actually felt a little bit embarrassed that I had put on my underpants, against her instructions, feeling foolish for being so modest. But her massage felt wonderful, as though she was halving the tension like the red sea. She used long sweeping strokes that only stopped when the tips of the finger of her left hand grazed against my bottom. After a few firm strokes she changed to the left side and did the same thing.

"Is that feeling better, Emily?" she enquired.

"That feels great. Thank-you so much."

"I'll just finish off with a bit more of a nice relaxing massage. Would you like that?"

She began back at my ankles, and with light touches of her finger tips traced her way up to my thighs and back again with long sweeping strokes.

"Do you prefer that, or this?" she asked, and turned her hands around as they passed my knees to lightly draw her fingernails across my skin. A shudder ran up from my thigh, through my spine, to the back of my neck, raising goosebumps on my arms. In a way it tickled, but felt incredible. "I think you like that one", she said smilingly.

"Mmmm, thats nice," I hesitated, wanting to sound as though I was really giving it proper consideration. "I like them both!"

She switched back to her finger tips and traced small circles up my left thigh. It still tickled, and my skin began to crackle with electric sensations at each point where her light touch made contact. My attention was intensely focused on her fingers as they moved up either side of my thigh until her thumbs rested lightly on the cotton of my panties. Her hands pivoted off her thumbs, allowing her fingers to trace delicate circles on the sides of my upper thigh.

"Feeling relaxed?" she asked in a dreamy voice. I just let out a long sigh.

My entire consciousness was focussed on the skin of my upper thigh, so I instantly noticed when the upmost finger angled upwards no more than a few millimeters and grazed the cotton on the crotch of my panties. Then the finger itself moved, and I jumped slightly as it landed on the edge of my panties, on the soft skin at top of my thighs. It remained there, slowly tracing light circles up and down against the elastic, against that sensitive skin so close to my vagina. The most incredible feeling swept through me: a jot of electricity followed by a strong, flowing warmth. But at the same time my mind snapped to attention and all the muscles of my body tensed up. My breathing began to come and go in short gasps.

"Just relax, darling", said Aunty June, "enjoy the massage."

My mind was suddenly racing. "What's happening? Is she supposed to do that?"

A corner of my mind told me that something was wrong, but I quickly told myself not to be foolish. "This is Aunty June. She wouldn't do anything wrong to me. You are over-reacting to a perfectly innocent situation." Slowly my body relaxed again, and I decided to allow myself to continue enjoying the massage. And enjoy it I did. The slight pressure of her one fingertip, stroking the soft flesh against my panties, became the sole focus of my attention. 

"Do you like that, Emily?"

"Mmmm," was all I managed. Communicating with her verbally made me feel a little uncomfortable again.

Her hands switched around, so the fingertips of her left hand rested on the left cheek of my bottom and the fingertips of her right hand on my right cheek. Her thumbs came down to the inside up my upper thigh, resting lightly against the edge of my panties. Again I shuddered with a warm bolt of pleasure. She began to draw them up and down in synchrony, brushing them against my thighs and outer crotch. This time I let an involuntary "ugh" escape from my slightly parted lips, and began to squirm my hips a little. The feeling was amazing - unlike anything I had ever imagined. Her fingertips, too, began to fan out across the pink cotton covering each cheek of my bottom, sending with them little jolts of electric pleasure.

"You have a lovely bottom, Emily. You're lucky. We have good bottoms in our family," Aunty June stated, casually.

"Thank..." I began, but my voice failed me. "Thank-you", I said again.

"Which do you like most? What my fingers are doing, or my thumbs?" she enquired with the same casual tone.

"Um... probably... the fingers." It wasn't true, but for some reason I didn't want to give away just how amazing her thumbs felt as they brushed my delicate skin. 

"Part your legs a little more."

Parting my legs seemed to widen the angle where my thighs met my crotch, and her thumbs worked in even more snugly. 

"Thats better, isn't it? I always enjoy a good massage after I've exercised. Are you enjoying this one?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you."

"What part do you like most, Emily?"

"Um..." I hesitated for a few seconds, "probably when you used your finger nails".

She removed her thumbs from my crotch and, lowering one hand to the back of each knee, stroked her fingernails slowly and lightly up to the creases of my bottom. Again I moaned, "Ugh", and almost arched my back with the sudden jolt of pleasure her fingernails sent up my spine. A warm glow spread up my back again, restoring goosebumps to my arms. Her fingernails continued, up onto the cotton of my pink panties, and traced broad circles on my sensitive bottom. They turned and traced back down my bottom, with the small fingers on either side of my bottom drawing down the valley between my cheeks. Next, her right hand left my bottom and I felt it land softly on my upper right thigh. Her left hand also left my bottom, and for a moment it seemed to have disappeared. The next thing I knew I was being lightly touched by two fingers right in the centre of my crotch, where my thin pink panties covered the mouth of my vagina.

"Augh!" I moaned, and my hips jumped of the mattress. An even more incredible sense of pleasure coursed through me, made more intense by the shock I felt at being touched in such a private place. I had never been touched there before.

Now the fingers began to rub very gently, and every cell of skin on the lips of my vagina seemed to feel them individually. I felt incredible.

Suddenly I was struck by a horrifying thought. I remembered that when I played with my vagina, such pleasant feelings were always accompanied by my vagina becoming very moist. Sometimes the moisture even dripped out of me in globs of slimy fluid. I became terrified that that might be happening to me now! What would my Aunty think of me if she saw me reacting that way to her massage?

"I think you must be enjoying this a lot, Emily. Are you?" my Aunt enquired, just as these guilty thoughts passed through my mind.

"Yes Aunty June."

"How much?"

"Um... a lot?" I answered tentatively, not knowing what kind of response she was looking for.

"Well, I think we'd better finish up there. Would you like it if we had another massage after your next training session?"

"Yes, please."

"Good girl."

In a final gesture, she stroked all the fingers of her left hand up from the bottom of my crotch, where it met the mattress, across my thinly-covered vagina, through the valley of my bottom, and across my left bottom cheek. I turned my head to see if she appeared to be finishing her massage just in time to see her lowering her hand from her face, as though she had been smelling it. She gave me a friendly smile.

"Why don't you go and pop your clothes back on before your mum gets here."

I pulled the towel back down to cover my bottom, and pushed myself off the mattress to get up. Aunty June had walked out of the room, and I went to where my clothes were piled in the bathroom. As soon as I had closed the door I let the towel drop, and hurriedly took off my panties. To my horror, the entire crotch was stained dark pink with moisture. The gooey liquid was so think that globs of it were sitting on the cotton. Placing two fingers in my vagina I felt that it was still very wet, and I pulled my fingers out coated with slimy moisture. How could I have become so aroused by a massage from my Aunty? I felt confused and ashamed, but I also still felt incredibly exhilarated. Even the touch of my own fingers sent shivers through my naked body.

CHAPTER TWO

For the next few days I continued to feel uncomfortable about that afternoon at Aunty June and Uncle Robert's house. My confusion over what happened and, more importantly, how I could have reacted so lewdly to my Aunty's good-intentions seemed to always be on my mind. When I had returned to the house the day afterwards, I felt a little awkward in front of my Aunty and I was probably less talkative that usual. Luckily my Uncle arrived home early for the remainder of the week, which eased the tension.

Early the next week my mother took a call from Aunty June, and told me that she had offered to give me some lessons in photography. I was excited by this, having secretly always wanted to try photography because of my adoration of Aunty June. They arranged for dad to pick me up late the next evening so that she could teach me some of the basics.

When I arrived that afternoon I was concerned to learn that Uncle Robert was not going to home until late that evening, but consoled myself by knowing that Aunty June and I would be out-and-about with our cameras. Still, I had to admit to myself that a part of me wanted to have another massage, and I even felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. I had been thinking about it a lot during the week, and not just in a guilty way.

"Well, Emily, I'm very pleased that you are interested in photography. I have some photos ready to be developed today, so I thought we'd start from the end and work backwards. Have you ever been in a darkroom before?"

"No...". My heart leapt into my mouth. Would I have to be all alone with her in a darkroom until late that night? The thought of it made all my discomfort reappear.

She took me to the back of the house, to a small door next to the former bedroom of their youngest child, who had recently moved out of home to start university. She opened the door to reveal a small room with a number of sinks, a clothes-line running overhead, and a bunch of boxes and bottles stacked neatly against one wall.

"Here it is... this is where all the action takes place," said Aunty June, smiling warmly, "Come in."

After I had entered she switched on a red light and closed the door.

"Its important that nobody disturbs us when the prints are developing, so we'll make sure this door is locked", and with that Aunty June turned a key in the door and placed it in the pocket of her blouse.

Aunty June walked to a bench, where she took some paper out of a black bag and placed it under a machine that looked like a microscope. 

"First we're going to expose the paper to light, but the light is being shone through a negative so that the paper will absorb the image of the photo. The process of developing the print, which we'll do next, is all about using chemicals to bring the image out of the paper", she explained as she worked.

She shone a light through the machine for a few seconds, and then placed the paper in a bowl of liquid.

"Come and have a look Emily".

I walked over to her, and saw that the black and white image of a tree in a park was beginning to appear on the paper. She placed the paper in some more liquid and explained that after developing the image it was important to stop the imaging from developing too much.

"Do you want to try one?" she asked. 

"Sure. It doesn't look too difficult," I smiled.

Going to the machine, she moved the negatives to select a new photo, and then showed me where to switch on the light to expose the paper.

"Now, take the paper to the developing fluid and make sure it is fully and evenly immersed".

I placed the paper in the liquid and held it down with some tongs. Before my eyes an imaged began to appear - a young woman laying back on a couch, staring intently at the camera, wearing nothing but a pair of track-suit pants.

"Oh, thats a great photo," said my Aunty, "What you are developing there is a shot of one of the models I work with."

I felt embarrassed looking at a naked woman with my Aunty, but assured myself that this was the kind of thing a photographer would do on a daily basis.

Aunty June came up behind me, leaning over me so that our shoulders were touching.

"She is a very beautiful woman, don't you think."

"Yes," was all I said, merely for the sake of replying.

"Put it in the next solution now so that we don't ruin such a nice shot," she instructed. "This woman has such beautiful breasts. They are very full, and shapely."

I didn't know what to say.

"What do you call breasts, Emily?"

I hesitated, again unsure what to say. "Um... I just call them breasts, I guess".

"Yes, but there are a lot of names for them," said Aunty June, as though she were giving me a lesson. "I usually call them tits. Have you heard them called that?"

I had. "No, not really".

"Trying saying it... say 'I think she has nice tits', just to see how it sounds".

"I think she has nice tits," I repeated.

"What do you like about them?"

"Um.... they're nice and round... They look nice."

"Yes, they are very beautiful. And her nipples are very shapely. I remember they were dark brown, and you can see that they rise up to a nice pointy tip just at the base of her tits."

I looked at her nipples and noticed hat Aunty June was correct - they did have a nice shape.

"I always wished I had nicer tits, but now that I'm a bit older I think they are just fine. Your mother and I have very similar tits. Here.. have a look".

Aunty June stepped back from me, pulled her blouse out of her knee-length skirt, and began to undo the buttons. I felt uncomfortable, but continued to watch her out of politeness. Underneath her blouse she had no bra, and her breasts appeared as she shrugged off each shoulder of her blouse. They were not large, but they had weight to them, and retained a circular shape about the size of a mango. Her nipples puffed up from the rest of her breasts, like mine appeared to be doing, and the tip of the nipple sat somewhat flatly, like a button, at the centre of that puffy pink area.

"Lets compare yours to mine," said Aunty June.

"But I don't want to get cold," I protested feebly.

"Don't worry about that... it gets quite warm in here with the door closed".

Aunty June reached forward, took the hem of my school sport t-shirt in both hands, and raised it over me head. I had a sports bra on, though I really didn't need a bra yet. Aunty June also pulled that over my head. I warm surge or embarrassment swept over my chest and face. Aunty June was smiling warmly, staring at my young breasts. The still cool air hit my nipples and I felt them tighten. Small goose-bumps appeared on the raised pink nipples. I noticed that the cool air must have effected Aunty June as well - her previously flat nipples now stood about 5 millimeters out from the surrounding pink area.

"Oh... those are some lovely young tits you have there, Emily."

"Thankyou," I replied politely.

Aunty June reached out and touched the base of my left breast, just where it had begin to protrude in a curve of flesh from my chest.

"Mmmmm, very firm," she said. Gently stroking the bottom of my breast, she moved her hand to the side of my chest and pulled to turn me around. As I turned she came up behind me and pulled me against her. My head rested between her breasts, and I felt them nuzzling my ears on either side of my head. She reached both arms around me and hugged me to her.

"You are a very precious girl Emily, and I've always thought you were wonderful," said Aunty June.

"Thank-you Aunty June".

"Sometimes things can get difficult in life and it always helps to have someone who cares about you. I hope you'll always see me as a person like that", she paused, "and it is always comforting to have someone special who can comfort you and make you feel nice."

"Thankyou," I repeated.

Her arms unlocked from around me and both hands came up my pelvis. Rather than coming to land, they hovered over my breasts so that both of her palms gently grazed over the tips of my nipples.

"Augh!" I gasped. The familiar electric sensation seized me, shooting out of my nipples and down my pelvis to my crotch.

"Do you like me touching your tits, Emily?"

"Yes."

"Tell me then..."

I paused, but realised there was nothing to do but go along with her. 

"I like you touching my tits..."

"Tell me 'I want you to keep touching my tits Aunty June'", she said calmly.

"I want you to keep touching my tits Aunty June"

"Okay then Emily. I can tell you are enjoying it. Its very pleasant, isn't it?"

I felt terribly embarrassed, but I was also in a blissful state. Each small circle of her palms pulled my nipples in little circles and sent a warm glow through my body. 

"Yes.. it is so nice to be able to comfort each other, and make one-another feel nice", she stated. "Do you know what it means when people talk about having a 'wet pussy', Emily?"

I was pretty sure I knew what she meant, but shook my head.

"When a woman feels nice her vagina becomes nice and wet. It means that she is feeling very pleasant. Another name for a woman's vagina is 'pussy'. People might tell you that only a man can make a woman's pussy wet, but that isn't true. A woman can make her own pussy wet, or another woman can make her pussy wet. Does that make sense?"

"Yes..."

"Is your pussy wet now, Emily? I just want to know if I'm helping you to feel nice."

"Um.. I don't know..." I was horrified to think that it probably was.

"You had a wet pussy last week when I gave you a massage..." said said, and paused to let her words sink in. "It was very wet, in fact. I liked that because it meant you were enjoying the massage. Do you remember that you pussy was wet?"

"Yes"

"Good. Its nice to know that you are helping someone to feel good. Tell me that I made your pussy wet last week, Emily. Say 'Aunty June...'"

"Aunty June, last week you made my pussy wet."

"Thats good, Emily. Were you gratetful for what I did?"

"Yes..."

"Well, let me know so that I know to do it for you again. Say 'Aunty June....'"

"Aunty June, thank-you for making my pussy wet during your massage last week."

"You're welcome Emily. Any time. Any time you want me to do that for you, just ask me. Any time you need some comforting just say,'Aunty June, can you please make my pussy wet?', okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

"Lets just see if you are feeling relaxed right now..."

My Aunty's hands left my nipples and her fingertips trailed down my flat abdomen to my skirt. She reached down to my thighs and raised her hands up under my skirt to my hips. All my muscles were tense with nervousness and excitement. She hooked her thumbs under each side of my panties and lowered them over my hips to my thighs. Then one of her hands pushed them lower until they fell to my ankles, catching momentarily at my knees. I glanced down to see a dark stain and visible moisture covering the crotch of my light blue panties. 

"Spread your legs a little, Emily."

I did as I was told.

"Now lean forward for me and lean against the bench."

I also did that. Aunty June reached behind me and raised my skirt over my bottom so it sat bunched on my lower back. I felt a flush rush over me at the embarrassment of having my bare bottom and vagina exposed like that, in clear view for my Aunty. At this angle even the cheeks of my bottom would be parted and she would even be able to see my anus quite clearly. Standing that way made me feel as though I was offering it all to her, allowing her to touch it or look at it as she pleased.

"What a lovely smooth bottom, Emily. And I can see that your pussy is nice and moist."

She placed a hand on the lower curve of each of my bottom cheeks and slowly, tantalizingly, slid them forward around the top of my thigh along both sides of my vagina.

"Why do you think they call it a pussy, Emily?"

"I don't know..."

"Well, firstly, when a woman gets a little older than you it becomes nice and furry, just like a cat. So it is nice to pat and stroke. And also, like a cat, it really likes to be patted and stroked. Usually having it patted and stroked even makes a woman purr like a pussy-cat."

She removed one hand and placed it on my hip. The other hand cupped my entire vulva and began gently rubbing back and forth. I arched my back with the sheer pleasure of the sensation Aunty June was creating, and parted my lips as I looked to the ceiling.

"Mmmm... your pussy is very excited, Emily. If you feel like you need to purr or make other noises, feel free to. I'd like to know I was doing something nice for you."

"Okay..." I managed to breathe in a whisper, "Augh....".

 

"With the tops of my fingers I'm touching your clitoris," she began a slow circling action with the tips of her fingers at the top end of my vulva. "Your clit is an especially sensitive part of your pussy. It is very pleasant to have someone touch your clit if they do it in the right way. It is also very pleasant to have someone kiss it. Maybe sometime if you ask me I will kiss your clit for you, Emily."

I looked down, between my legs, and saw her fingertips cupping my crotch, applying pressure in a circular motion. My skin had turned bright red from my belly right up to my breasts. I noticed that I had also begun to rock my hips back and forward, grinding my vagina into Aunty June's hand. I was feeling incredibly good - my mind had drifted into a dream world. Aunty June released the pressure on my clitoris and lowered her hand. I looked back between my legs and felt embarrassed to see her cupping her hand about 10cm below my vagina. A long stream of liquid was seeping out of my vagina, and Aunty June was catching the drip in her hand. When it finally dropped into a small pool in her palm she withdrew her hand to reach up under her own skirt, though I couldn't see exactly what she was doing.

"Can you see the picture in the water in front of you, Emily?"

"Yes," I looked back to the table.

"When I touch you from now on I want you to keep your eyes on the woman in that picture. Okay?"

I didn't know why she wanted me to do that, but I nodded my head. I felt her reconnect with my clit, using the opposite hand. It still felt incredible.

"What are you looking at on the picture, Emily?" she asked, recommencing a gently rubbling motion.

"Ah.... her eyes."

"What else can you see?"

"Her hair..."

"Yes, and lower down?"

"Her tits..."

"What are you looking at on her tits?"

"Her nipples....Auugh...."

"Do you feel nice while you look at her tits and nipples, Emily?"

"Ye... yes..."

I noticed myself rotating my hips, forcing my clit against Aunty June's fingertips. My mouth was hanging open, and I was beginning to breath very heavily.

"Tell me what words you have learnt from me today."

"Tits... pussy.... and... ugh... clit..."

"Another good word for a pussy is 'cunt'. For example, 'I enjoy touching your lovely cunt, Emily'. Also, you might like to use the word 'fuck'. Thats what it is called when you put something in your cunt to make you feel good, like a finger or something else. So you might say, 'Please fuck my pussy with your fingers', for example."

"Oh... augh..." I began to feel that I was loosing control - that the pleasant feelings were overtaking my mind. I stared at the tits in the photograph to try to remain focussed.

"Finally, you might like to know the word 'cum'. Thats when you feel so nice that all the excitement comes in one explosive feeling. You might say ' Aunty June fucked my cunt until I came', or 'Please Aunty June, can I make you cum'. I think you might be going to cum any second now, Emily, and then you will know what I mean."

I was barely listening to Aunty June. Her words were washing over me like background noise. I felt my body rushing towards a feeling of overwhelming pleasure that scared and excited me. I could feel it coming and could do nothing to stop it.

"Emily, make up some sentences to show me that you have understood all the words I have taught you today," Aunty June demanded.

"Augh.. um... my cunt is wet..." I moaned.

"Yes, go on."

"Fuck me till I cum..."

"Good...."

"Augh... touch my tits and kiss my clit... fuck my pussy... AUGH...Aunty June! AUGH..."

I was lost in an overwhelming sensation. I wasn't even able to talk. My legs began to shake and buckle underneath me. Warm waves rushed over my body and jolts of electricity coursed from my pussy to my tits and back again.

Suddenly it was over, and I collapsed into my arms on the bench top. Now I knew what it was like to cum. My body was warm all over, and a gently glow of pleasure still radiated from my clit, where Aunty June's fingers were resting gently. All I was aware of was my breathing, and Aunty June's rapid breaths.

"Augh..." I heard her gasp behind me. Looking around I saw her staring at my pussy, with her left hand under her skirt and her mouth hanging wide open. I guessed that she was also rubbing her own clit. Her tits bounced up and down, throwing her nipples into a rotating motion.

"Oh Emily... Oh... your little pussy is so sweet... I love you so much..." she suddenly blurted, "Augh... fuck.... you cunt... you beautiful little cunt... I need your fresh young cunt.... AUGH!"

Aunty June suddenly stopped, released her hand, and grabbed hold of both of my hips as though she was holding on for her life. She pressed against me, raising her skirt over my still upraised bottom. Leaning over my back, she kissed me between the shoulder blades, breathing heavily all the time. Her tits were wet with sweat against my back, and her warm legs nuzzled up against my own bare legs.

"Wasn't that nice Emily..."

"Yes. Thank-you Aunty June."

She sighed, "You are very very welcome, Emily. We can do that any time you like. Would you like that?"

"Yes..." and I was completely genuine. It had felt amazing and I wanted to feel that way again, despite the rising feelings of guilt I still experienced.

"Good. I really do love you, do you know that?"

"Yes."

"Well..." she said, standing up and straightening her skirt, "We should make the best of our time and process some more of these photos. What do you say?"

END OF PART 1

It turned out we had quite a bit in common. We began speaking regularly online, through e-mail at first, then through instant messages. We seemed to understand each other in a way that no one else could. It's amazing how close we became in such a short amount of time, especially after not speaking for so long. We became a bit too close, I guess.

One night, I received an e-mail from Kelly telling me about her relationship problems, as usual. Only this time it contained a bit more than that. The e-mail was full of typos--she was obviously drunk when she wrote it--but I could make out enough of it to conclude the meaning. She said things like, "I wish you weren't my cousin..." I was utterly speechless. I wasn't sure I was comprehending it correctly, so I re-read it over and over, and finally decided that my eyes were not deceiving me. My cousin wanted me!

I wrote back and told her that it was alright, and that I'd had some of the same feelings before, which was true, but I had dismissed them as quickly as they had formed in my mind, for I never dreamed the feelings could be mutual.

Kelly was planning to visit Oregon for the holidays that year, and she promised to come stay with me for a week or so, so we could get to know each other a little better...

She arrived on X-mas Eve, and we all (Kelly, my sister, my daughter & I) stayed at my mom's house in Portland for the night. It was the first time Kelly and I had seen each other since we were 11 and 14; we were now 20 and 23. I had seen her picture before, but photos rarely do one justice. She was shorter than I (and I'm pretty damn short), probably about 5'3", and a bit slimmer, maybe 110lbs, whereas I'm a whopping 120. It was actually a bit unsettling how much we looked alike. It was even more disturbing how much we sounded alike. Even now, when I hear my own voice on a tape recorder or something, it sounds EXACTLY like Kelly, and it always gives me a little jolt in my stomach.

Anyway, as soon as we were settled in at my mom's, we sat down to watch a movie. Kelly sat right next to me, so close that our legs were touching. Being so close to her immediately sent a wave of hot sensation through my body. It was a mixture of desire and panic, I think. It would have been better if we were alone, but there were several other people around us. Kelly then placed her sweatshirt over both of our laps, and started stroking my hand underneath. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, my breathing was becoming more labored...but I did my best to internalize it all so as not to arouse any suspicion. I think Kelly was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing to me in front of everyone. And honestly, I was quite enjoying it myself!

Eventually we managed to retreat downstairs to where we were sleeping. We laid down on one of the air mattresses together, both of us nervous and excited and fucking horny! We'd been talking for months about the things we would do together once we finally were reunited, and this was finally our chance to act some of those things out.

Me being the nervous type that I am, I waited for her to make the first move, and I didn't have to wait long. We began kissing, gently and slowly at first, then more passionately as our want grew into hot, throbbing need.

I was already a fully-out lesbian at that point; Kelly on the other hand was married to a guy, and had never been with a woman before. For a novice, she really wasn't half bad. I think that the combination of us being cousins and knowing that we could very easily be caught at any moment made it that much hotter. I wanted her more than I'd wanted anyone before, but I knew we couldn't go all the way then. We made out for a while until my sister came downstairs to go to sleep (she was sleeping right next to us). We waited until she was asleep, then resumed our makeout session.

She was laying almost on top of me, our mouths and tongues were entwined like our bodies. I removed one of my hands from her ass and slid it up the curves of her body to her breasts. I unbuttoned her shirt and began feeling her large taught nipples through her bra. When that wasn't enough, I unleashed them from the bra's confines and played my hot, swollen mouth and tongue all over her chest. Her breasts were large for her size...bigger than mine...and very firm yet soft, like a perfect pair of feather pillows.

Soon Kelly began kissing me all over my stomach, then she moved up to my small but perky tits, which at the time were complete with nipple rings. She suckled each one, all the while touching my body all over. I couldn't help but moan with the pleasure I was experiencing. I tried to be as quiet as possible, so as not to wake my sister, but it was difficult. Especially when Kelly finally made her way down my pants with her hand. She slid her hand slowly down my chest...stomach...and under my beltline, directly into my now soaking wet panties. She ran her fingers over my freshly shaved cunt. I gasped with pleasure and excitement as my cousin slid her fingers over my swollen clit, all the while kissing my neck and body. It felt incredible. I wanted to go even further, but I knew that we couldn't right then, because there was no way I could let her continue without making any noise. I felt ready to cum as it was, so I told her to stop before it was too late. We slowed down the petting after that, but continued to make out for a long time, until we both fell asleep.

To be continued...

A week later, which had seemed like years, my mother informed us that she was going to be on a flight to Japan and that she was going to be staying over for two weeks. She asked us if we wanted to go and I used school as an excuse to say no. My dad then made the point that I should not be left home alone and that was that. My mom was going to Japan for two weeks and I was going to have my dad all to myself. Which is all that I had been wanting for the past week or so. 

“Bye Mom,” I waved from the door as my mother pulled out of the driveway. “Have a good trip, we will miss you.” Not as much as she would like, but sure we would miss her. My dad did not even get to say goodbye because he had to work today. I think it was because he did not want her to see how excited he was that she was leaving. Even before what happened between us, he was always happy to watch her leave.

After she left I ran upstairs to find something to wear. I wanted daddy to want me just as much as I wanted him. He wanted a wife that would do things for him, cook, clean and sleep with him. I was going to give him that woman. I was going to give him what he had always wanted from my mother and gotten back in the beginning. After they were married, or so I heard, my dad said that she just changed, and it had never been the same again. 

I slipped on a red thong, something I never wore because it was a little on the uncomfortable side, but I thought that tonight was an exception. I wanted my daddy to want me like I wanted him and this was the way I was going to do it. Tonight was my night to become my mother. 

After I pulled the red thong in, I went to my mother closet and found something sexy that was hers but she would never wear for him. It was a black skirt that went just above my knees, a button up red silky shirt and a pair of two inch black heels. I put on a little bit of makeup and headed for the kitchen. Tonight was my night, and it was going to be the second night of many nights to come, if I have anything to do with it.

I heard my dads car pull into the driveway as I was pulling dinner out of the over and getting it ready on a plate. He always said that he loved a good home cooked meal and that is what I was going to give him.

“Sweetie, I am home,” I heard him call from the entry hall.

“I am in here,” I called from the kitchen as I placed two places at the dinner table and took my seat in the chair right across from where he would be sitting.

As he entered the kitchen I smiled up at him. He looked shocked and a little scared, as if he was not sure that he was ready where this was going. I kept my smile however, because I knew that soon enough his mind was going to change. “Hurry up, its gonna get cold.” I told him as I started at my meal.

He sat down and began to eat. We didn’t talk for a few minutes, until he took a few bites and pushed his plate away, which made me a little sad, but I knew there were going to be a few obsticles. I would get over this one quickly as well.

I brought my foot up between his legs and rubbed his cock with my foot through his pants. I could feel him getting hard beneath my toes and it made me want him even more. However he pulled away from me and walked out to the living room. I did not give him much of a head start though, before chasing him out.

When I reached the living room he was sitting on the couch and flipping through the channels acting as if nothing at all had happened. I sat down next to him and placed my hand on his thigh, leaning in and kissing him on his neck.

“This is not right,” he said kind of in a shaky manner. He was liking this, I could tell but he was nervous, which I could fix I am sure. “We could get into a whole lot of trouble for this, me more then you.” With this he pushed me away, causing me to become a little more forceful with him. 

I climbed up onto his lap and pinned his arms down. I knew then how badly he wanted me to do this. He was a strong man and could easily push me off of him but he did not even attempt it. “Thats the daddy I want to see.” I whispered in his ear, as I kissed down his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. 

I kissed down his chest and at this point he relaxed beneath me. He leaned back a little bit and his breathing became heavier. This was my sign to do what I had been wanting to do for the past week. I wanted to give back to daddy, what he had given to me. 

I kissed from his chest down his stomach and then stopped when I got to his pants. I slowly undid his belt as I kissed the lower part of his stomach, working soon after on the button and zipper, which I had soon taken care of. 

I reached in and pulled out my daddies half had cock. I rubbed it in my hand for a minute, listening to the light moans leave him mouth in pleasure, making me want to give him more. I however just continued to rub his cock until it was fully erect between my fingers. 

“Tell me you want me daddy.” I said looking up at him. My hand still wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it. He however did not answer me, causing me to let go of his cock and move back away from him a little bit, ready to claim defeat. 

Once I got a foot away from my daddy he took a deep breath. “I need you baby, please.” He cried out.

My hand quickly found its way back to his cock and rubbed it for another minute until I knew that he was ready. “Tell me again you want it daddy, tell your baby girl you want her.” I said a little more demanding this time. 

“I want it, please baby girl.” With that I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and began to suck lightly. I felt him shiver slightly in my mouth, causing me to push down until it was half way in my mouth. I pulled up again and licked around the top and down the sides. Looking up into my daddies eyes the whole time. 

“Come up here.” My daddy said patting the couch beside him. I climbed up and then leaned forward and began sucking on my daddies cock again. Taking more of it into my mouth. Moaning slightly around it as daddies hand found its way up my skirt and to my panties.

He rubbed his fingers over my clit through my panties and I sucked harder around his cock, feeling my saliva run down the side, making it easier for my mouth to slip over it. 

I let out a moan around my daddies cock as he moved my panties aside and began running his finger over my clit. I moved my hips a little bit here and there to work with him. Each time I moaned, sucking faster on daddies cock. 

“Oh yes baby,” my daddy moaned as his fingers found the opening to my dripping wet pussy. I pushed down, taking his whole cock into my mouth as he shoved two of his fingers into me. I could not control it. I moaned hard around daddies cock and felt his cock pulse in my mouth. “Oh yes, make daddy cum baby girl.”

I sucked harder and moaned more around it as daddy thrust his fingers in and out of me. I wanted to scream in pleasure but could not make myself pull away from my daddies cock, i needed it in my mouth. That is when I felt daddies cock pulse in my mouth once again, shortly followed but his hot cum hitting the back of my throat. I wanted to pull away but I knew that it was not what daddy wanted to I swallowed all of it before pulling away and laying my head between his legs.

His fingers were still pumping in and out of me, so hard that I wanted to bit down on something. I felt my fingers clinching his leg which only made him do it faster and harder. Almost to the point where I could not bare it. 

“Yes daddy, I am going to cum.” I moaned grabbing onto both of his legs. 

“Yes baby girl, cum for daddy,” He said still pumping his fingers fast into my tight wet throbbing pussy. 

“Yes daddy, yes.” I screamed as I felt myself orgasm against his big fingers. 

Like last time he continued to go at it even after I had climaxed. I wanted to pull away but he would not let me. He pulled me over and positioned my pussy in front of his face and began to lick around my pussy. Making me shake beneath him. I let out another cry right before he was done, cumming once again hard against my daddies face.

I laid down on the couch, my head in my dads lap, looking up at him. He smiled at me and got off the couch. Picking me up and carrying me upstairs. Right before he got to my room he turned and walked us towards his room. Laying me on my mothers side of the bed and then crawling in himself. 

I smiled as I closed my eyes, knowing my mother would soon be out of the picture and I would be my daddies baby girl forever to come. 

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I told him my concerns.   He just grinned and said they won't say anything, they're in the middle of it.   Besides, if they do, just ignore it.   Well, I guess he was right, if they said anything, they would be admitting to everything that went on, including what they did, not very likely.  He was right, we've known these kids since we started school and they lived near us.

I told Steve not to go anywhere, I had to pee.  When I got back to my room he was sitting on my bed.  I wasn't actually horny, but Steve had a hardon and he was stroking it, slowly, but still stroking it.   I just gently pushed him back on his back and straddled his legs while facing him.   I got his cock in my hands and started rubbing it while cupping and squeezing his balls.   Then I started to tell him how much my friends liked watching him and playing with his cock, they want to come back soon.   As I stroked his cock I moved up a little bit and rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy to get it wet, it's a lot more fun when he's slippery.

The head of his cock felt really hot on my pussy and I guess I was more turned on than I thought, because I got lots of pussy juice on it.  As I was stroking his cock I started talking about how the girls would really like to see his cock shaved and so would I.   We think it would be more fun and it would look bigger.   I got up again and rubbed his cock on my pussy, this got it even wetter and kind of sent a little tingle up my spine as his cock touched my clit as I slid back.

I moved over to the side of Steve, I put a couple of fingers into my pussy and got my pussy juice on them to rub on Steve's cock.  After that I started to lick the head of his cock while gently stoking his balls.  My pussy juice mixed with his precum was delicious, I couldn't believe how much I liked it.  Then I moved his cock further into my mouth as Steve started to move his hips like he was fucking my mouth.  He didn't say anything, but by the sound of his breathing and the stiffness of his legs I know what was going to happen and he started shooting his cum into my mouth.   It was fantastic and hot and creamy and it felt good to let it play on my tongue as I moved it around.   When I was sure he was finished I went ahead and swallowed, Steve fell asleep.

I pulled my covers over him and went into the bathroom.   I didn't want to walk around with a dripping pussy so I washed up a bit.   While washing I did admire my shaved pussy, it really did look sexy like that but I really thought Lisa did something fun with the V.

After cleaning up a bit I looked in on Steve, now he was snoring.   Nothing more to do than go downstairs, I decided to make some tea, I like coffee, but I prefer tea, especially green tea.   I toasted an English muffin and sat at the counter.  It was then that I realized just how long I haven't had on any clothes, it was going to be really not fun to have to get dressed all of the time again.   I just loved the feeling of being like this and then I got startled as the phone rang. 

Before the third ring I picked it up.  It was mom and dad checking on us.  They wanted to know if we were getting along, I told them most of the time.   Mom wanted to know if I was listening to Steve and staying out of trouble, they trust him more than me, I guess it's because he's older.   Mom also said she just got off the phone with the neighbor lady that was watching over us and she said we've been very good, and she could see we were taking care of everything the way we were supposed to.   Mom also told us she was making lasagna today and was going to bring some over for us for our supper.  By the time I got off the phone, Steve was coming down the stairs and asked who it was and I told him.

We decided that today was no friends over and we would catch up on the stuff we wanted to do.  Most of the day was just being naked and doing our normal stuff, it was nice.   I just can't get enough of watching his cock bounce around as he walks.   After lunch he surprised me, he said we should really water the flowers and if we started in the back yard, we wouldn't have to put on any clothes until we went out front.  Just two days ago he didn't want me topless in the back yard, now he wanted to go out naked too.   So we did, it felt good to feel the sun on or naked bodies and I finally noticed what a cute little butt Steve has.

After about an hour and half in the back, Steve said he'd put on some shorts and do the front, that way I wouldn't have to get dressed, he is so nice.   I went upstairs and made our beds, straightend up a little and cleaned the bathroom just in time for Steve to get back in.   When I got downstairs he still had his shorts on and was sitting in a chair in the living room, I couldn't resist, I scolded him and said "no clothes on the furniture, get those off of there now."    He laughed pulled off his shorts and tossed them at me.  I ran over and started to pinch his nipples and as he was fighting me off, playfully, he grabbed my nipples and said he'd squeeze if I didn't stop.   I stopped and sat on his lap, I could feel his cock growing on my ass as I slid around a little bit while he said it wasn't fair, I kept getting him hard.

It was only the second time today, I reminded him that he said he jerked off some times three or four times a day.  He grinned and blushed and said it was pretty cool to not have to jerk off.   He was going to miss all the attention when mom and dad got home.   I told him it wasn't going to stop.   It's summer, they are at work all day except the weekends, so we have five days a week, all day, plus when school starts we have a couple of hours every afternoon.   This doen't have to stop, we just will have to slow down.  Steve said if I didn't stop sliding around on his cock with my ass he was going to cum all over it.  He was right, as I slid off his lap and put his cock in my mouth he started to cum almost immediately.   Since it had only been a few hours, there really wasn't a lot of cum, but I got it anyway.

I told Steve to get up.  Then I sat down and put my legs up on the arms of the chair and asked him if he knew what I wanted.   He didn't answer, he just got on his knees and slowly went from just below my pussy all the way to my clit, licking and sucking the whole way, he looked up and said my pussy really tastes good, he wants to taste my friends, then he went back down to mine.   After a few minutes of just licking and sucking everywhere, he pulled my clit into his mouth and started to suck on it while licking it at the same time.  Then I felt a finger go inside me, that gave me a rush, then a second finger went in and I quivered all over.  It felt good to feel that tightness in my pussy (at this point I didn't have a dildoe and had only felt my own fingers in me).   I wasn't sure if I could handle it, but I wanted more, I told Steve to very carefully put another finger in, almost as soon as he did I started to climax, one massive wave after another as my pussy convulsed on his fingers, by the third orgasm I was pushing his face off my clit, I couldn't take it any more, I was spent.

We both heard it at the same time, a car door slam, I ran for the stairs and Steve scrambled to get his shorts on.  By the time the doorbell rang, I was upstairs and heard the neighbor lady and Steve talking, she was delivering some lasagna.   Steve kept thanking her telling her how much he loves her lasagna.   When she left I came back downstairs and Steve said he hoped she couldn't smell my pussy all over his face, I told him all I could smell was lasagna, don't worry about it.

Everything was back to normal for the rest of the afternoon.  Steve volunteered to fix us a salad to go with the lasagna and I heated it and some garlic toast in the microwave.   We did dishes together, watched TV and went upstairs around 9:30 to get ready for bed.   Steve took his shower first, then I did.   As I was coming out of the bathroom, Steve asked me to come into his room, as I stepped in he asked, "what do you think?"  I asked think about what, he pointed at his cock.   I told him I liked his cock but I liked it better when it was hard.  He looked disappointed and said come over here and look closer.   I did, then it hit me, he shaved the shaft of it and his balls, hardly noticable from a bit of a distance.   I liked it, I really did, I wish he would have done the rest and I told him so.   He insisted one little bit at time, then he asked me if I'd like to try 69.  I'm pretty naive at this point and didn't know what he was talking about.

Steve was nice he stepped me through it and we got into position, it's a good thing I'm short, it worked out great.  I was licking on his balls and stroking his cock while he was nibbling at and sucking on my clit.   Then I felt his fingers start to go in, one at a time until three were in my pussy.   I went from sucking his balls to sucking his cock and rubbing his balls.   I wanted to climax first so he wouldn't lose interest so I ran lots of hot horny stuff through my head until I could feel my pussy tighten on his fingers and then it hit me.   While I was having a terrific orgasm he started to cum, I guess me climaxing drove him over the brink.  

After I got all of his cum we both sat on the side of his bed and he smiled and said it's going to be hard to act like I don't like you when mom and dad get back.   I told him I'm sure I'll be able to do something to piss him off.   He gave me a gentle punch on the arm and said he'd see me in the morning.   We can figure out what we're going to do over breakfast and he's cooking.  He's right, it's going to be hard to act the way we used to torwards each other.   I guess we can just tell them that by being alone together we just started to like each other a little bit.