truck.
Bill ran around and hugged me and picked up my luggage and tossed them
into the back of the pickup bed. Grace got out of the truck and hugged me.
She ushered me into the seat between them and had to slam the door to get
it closed.
At this time I need to describe Aunt Grace and make an observations.
Aunt Grace was a midget. She was just four feet tall. She had a small
face. If it were not for her size 33 _ C cup breasts she looked like a
young girl. I was to learn that both of them loved children more than
adults. The reason Uncle Bill married Grace was that was as close as he
could get to marrying a child.
On the drive to the ranch Grace asked about what was going on at home.
And the mundane stuff about school and if I had a boyfriend yet. My
responses were typical school was boring and the boys were drips.
Bill's truck had a manual floor shift that required that he move the
stick between my legs. I had to set so that my legs were straddled the
stick. So when he finally got the truck out of town and headed home he
simple rested his hand on my inner thigh. I felt uncomfortable about this
and gave Aunt Grace a little glance to see if she noticed.
Aunt Grace was bubbling on about everything she read in the day's
paper. It was as if she didn't have anyone to talk to and was going to
tell me everything she knew before we got home. She even looked at his
hand and simply put her hand on the other thigh and squeezed the soft
mussel on the inner thigh a little. I was getting a tingling feeling in my
vagina like when I rubbed it with my fingers at night.
When we turned onto the dirt road headed west I was amazed how far it
was from the front gate to the ranch house. I came from a small farm that
the milk barns were practically next to the house. You smelt cow manure
all the time. This place was so large that all you saw was wheat fields
for acres in all directions. The barn next to the house was massive and on
the south side was another building with a shed roof. This was just for
all the machinery, tractors and stuff. The yard was full of chickens
running wild. Of course they gathered around the truck when we got out
because they expected to be feed.
Uncle Bill carried the luggage upstairs to a bedroom on the second
floor near the front of the house. He put them on the twin bed and showed
me the closet space for my stuff and all the empty drawers in the dresser
that I could use. As he was about to leave he felt my ass and gave it a
little squeeze.
In a few minutes Aunt Grace entered the room with fresh towels in her
arms. She showed me the bathroom between this bedroom and the master
bedroom. There were three other small bedrooms on the second floor. One
was made up into a nursery. One was made into an office and the last was a
sewing room for Grace.
Grace was to tell me she was two and a half months pregnant. She was
to have three girls and one boy. As they grew up and I baby sat for them I
found out that Uncle Bill and Aunt Grace taught them all to se superb
lovers. But their parents lost entrust in them as they grew up.
The summer routine went like this, up early to help Grace make a big
breakfast for Bill. Working in the fields all day burns a lot of
fuel. Then we cleaned the house and fed the chickens.
When everything was finished Grace and I would sit on the porch and
knit or crochet. We talked about everything. Grace was like a big sister
to me. We gathered eggs from the barn and played in the hay. The barn had
a pair of big barn owls in the rafters. They looked like golden_brown
sentries that would attack anything that moved. I knew that our noise was
just disturbing their sleep. When we were in the barn Grace would find
ways to be near me and touch me. I would respond by tickling her and we
would fall into the hay laughing.
When the sunset in the west it turned the clear shies a pinkish color
as Uncle Bill would return. He would park the truck and beat the dust off
his clothes. As he walked up the porch he would stomp the dust from his
boots. As he passed me he would smell of sweat and a mix of dirt and the
grassy smell of dry grain.
He would head right for the mudroom at the back porch and undress. He
was not shy about walking through the house nude. He would go upstairs and
shower and put on clean clothes before coming down for supper. After
dinner he would go into the living_ room and read his paper. When Grace
and I finished the dishes we would join him and work on our crochet some
more. This was before everyone had TV's so the old RCA radio was the
central peace of furniture in the room. The programs were things like the
Lux (soap) Theater and Jack Benny Show. When Bill was finished with his
paper he would make a big deal about wanting me to sit on his lap.
He was so sweet that I would cuddle up in his lap and he would stroke
my hair. As he would cuddle with me he would put his hand on my leg and
squeeze it a little. As the days wore on and I accepted this touch as
normal. He would rest his hand on my thigh and run it under my dress a
little farther ever night. Finally he put his hand on the worn cotton
panties and let it rest there as we listened to the radio.
Grace hardly looked up from her crocheting as Uncle Bill got bolder.
He would finally pull the leg of my panties aside and rub my crack until my
pussy would feel warm and wet.
Latter that knight I heard noise coming from their bedroom when I got
up to pee. I went closer and looked through the old keyhole and saw Bill
standing beside the bed and Grace was on her back with her legs on his
shoulders and he was slamming his hips into her fanny. They were both
sweating and she was begging him to fuck her baby pussy.
I went watched them and rubbed my pussy through my nightie until they
finished and he turned out the light and they covered up. I went back to my
room and lay there thinking about what I saw. I put my hand under my
cotton nightie and rubbed the little button at the top of the crack. I
fell asleep after several climaxes.
In the morning I slept late. I woke up when the door opened. Grace
looked around the door and said good morning sleepy head. Bill has left
for work and the dishes were done.
She came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed and brushed the
hair from my face. I apologized for over sleeping and tried to get up.
Grace pushed me back onto the bed and kissed my lips. The kiss lingered
and her tongue opened my mouth and felt around in my mouth. I was getting
that wet felling between my legs again.
Grace pulled the covers down then took hold of the hem of my nightie
and pulled it under my body and over my head. I was lying there with the
morning air chilling my body. Grace sat back and looked at my body. She
stood up and pulled her simple cotton dress over her head. The body was no
bigger than mine was but her body was all woman. Her little hips flared
out and closed down to a tinny waist. Her tummy had not started to swell
yet that I could see. Her small breasts were just right for her little
frame. The brown hair hung down her back almost to her waist. The bra was
simple and her nipples made a round bulge in the material. She unhooked
the bra from behind and caught the cups in her hands as it fell forward.
She lay it on the bed and I looked at her tinny mature breasts. Her areola
were not much bigger round that a quarter. The nipples were just off
center, low and near the outside of the oval. I held my breath as she put
her fingers in the waistband of her panties and watched her pull them down
slowly. I had seen my Mom's pubis many times. Hers was a hairy triangle
between her legs, Grace did not have a hair on hers and the skin looked as
smooth as mine. I wanted to reach out and touch her and feel her flesh.
Grace pushed me over and lay down next to me. She pressed her body
next to mine and kissed me again. She put her hand over my flat chest and
rubbed my nipples in little circles. She put on leg over my leg and spread
my legs open. Then she felt my flesh down my rib cage until her hand moved
over the hipbone until she felt the soft bulge of my lower tummy. She put
her finger in my vagina and felt for the little nub of a clitoris. She
slid her finger through the valley getting her finger wet. I lay there
under her hand and climaxed. I closed my legs on her hand so she could not
move it anymore.
The Grace moved down and sucked my breasts. It tickled me a little as
she did it. She left a wet trail down my body. When she got to my crack
she licked me for the longest time. I thought I was going to die. She
turned around and straddled my head. I was looking up at her vagina. I
knew what she wanted and lifted my head up and kissed her. She was very
wet. When I tasted her clitoris it throbbed in my mouth. I was amassed
how far my tongue went into her canal. I don't think I ever felt all of
it. But just the same I must have been doing something right. Because she
stared moaning and it seemed like fluid was leaking out of her vagina.
Then she turned around and gathered me in her arms and kissed me on the
mouth. As we rested I asked her why she didn't have any hair between her
legs like Mom.
Grace told me that she shaved it every morning and put lotion on it to
keep it soft. Your Uncle Bill only likes very young girls. If I let my
pubic hair grow he doesn't even get a hard_on when he looks at it. As long
as I look like a 10_year_old he wants to have sex with me.
Right now he is courting you like a new lover. He will want you
sexually until you're to old. It is up to you if you want to have sex with
him or not. If you don't want to just let me know.
I had to think about this I had never had sex with anyone before today
and if Aunt Grace was any sample I was in for a great time. Grace let me
sleep it off while she went about cleaning and cooking.
I got up in the afternoon and just walked down stairs with nothing on.
Grace looked up and smiled at me. I helped her to the housework and
enjoyed Aunt Graces hands on my body. I put on sandals to go out to feed
the chickens. When Grace and I sat down to crochet we sat close together
so she could play with me when she felt like it. I got so horny that I
knelt in front of her and spread her legs and found that she had no panties
on. I licked her until she grabbed my head and held me tightly against her
vagina.
I was still sucking Aunt Grace's pussy in the evening when Uncle Bill
came home and shocks the dust of the field off his clothes I looked at me
and smiled. He rushed in to shower. When he came down he was completely
nude. Grace and I sat the table and Grace removed her dress and the three
of us sat down to eat.
As usual Bill went in to read the paper while Grace and I did the
dished. Aunt Grace patted me on the ass with a wet soapy hand and told me
to go on and have a good time. I will finish the dishes.
Uncle Bill had the paper open across his lap when I went into the
living room and sat on Uncle Bill's lap. He was forced to set the paper
aside. So as the Mystery Theater told a tail of murder and intrigue Uncle
Bill moved me around so that his dick was between my legs. The head stuck
above my legs and it was dripping pre_cum, I was to learn.
He sucked my little nipples until I felt like my pussy was itching and
I wanted to scratch it. But Uncle Bill would not let me do that. He toyed
with me until Aunt Grace came in and sat in her rocker and picked up her
knitting.
Uncle Bill picked me up by the hips and placed my legs on either side
of his hips and lowered me down until my vagina was over his stiff dick.
As I slid down on it, I winced in pain and he stopped lowering me.
Aunt Grace jumped up and got some Vaseline and buttered his shaft as
he lifted me up. Then he lowered me again. It went in much easier this
time but when it reached my hymen I winced again. Uncle Bill whispered
that it would be over quick. And forced me down until I felt a tearing
feeling and what I would call a stabbing pain. But it was over and I slid
down until I could feel his pubic hair pressed against my ass. When he
lifted me up a little the Vaseline was left in circle around the base of
the shaft like a roll. And as the shaft became visible the coating was
streaked with my virginal blood. Aunt Grace returned and knelt between his
legs and licked up the blood like it was wine to her. Uncle bill waited
until she was finished before he started lifting me up and down on the
shaft. I felt sore for awhile, but finally the feeling changed and I was
enjoying it a lot. I climaxed before Uncle Bill did.
Uncle Bill was not far behind me. My vagina mussels were jerking
uncontrollably, as I felt gobs of cum fill me up. Aunt Grace was licking
it up as fast as it leaked out of me.
That was the last night I spent a night in the front bedroom. The
rest of my stay was in the master bedroom.
