Horny Little Niece
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My sister and her husband had been having problems with their daughter. Josie was sixteen at that time, (I was forty-five). She was already about my height and with gorgeously formed boobs, not too big. I would guess around 32B, and from what I had been told by Sis, rebellious in the extreme.
My sister's husband was having to go away on a business trip and wanted Sis to go with him. The problem was Josie. No way could she be left alone for two weeks, and yet taking her with them would have been even more problematic. When they asked me if I could take her, well what choice did I have, really?
I had plenty of leave owing to me from my work, and taking two weeks of it would hardly put a dent in it. Foolishly, I agreed, thinking, "How hard can looking after a teenager be?" When Josie was delivered to my home, she was not looking too pleased with the arrangement. We both stood silently listening while her mother told me all the interminable rules, with me deciding to ignore any I did not like. Finally, she left, and Josie and I were alone.
"Okay, before you start," I stated, "I think we can forget most of what your mother just told us. Yes?"
Josie looked at me in amazement, hardly believing what she had just heard. I smiled at her reaction.
"Look, you are here as a guest, and family, not as some kind of prisoner," I went on, "I want you, us, to enjoy your visit, and yes, there will be rules and limits, but not enough to stop us having fun. Clear?"
"Oh yes, thank you, Aunt Marie," she replied, "I thought this was going to be a punishment."
"No punishment from me," I assured her, "unless you go too far. And can we drop the "Aunt Marie" bit? I am just Marie."
Josie turned to me and before I knew what was happening, she was hugging me closely. It was when I felt her hand on my butt that I should have been warned. It seemed my young niece was bi or gay. Well, why not? Her mother and I had spent enough years exploring each other's bodies, and I still had girlfriends for bedroom fun.
Looked like Josie took after the other females in the family. I disentangled myself from her gently, gave her a very sisterly kiss, and turned her around.
"Why don't you go and unpack?" I told her, giving her a quick pat on her bottom "Your room is first left at the top of the stairs. Bathroom opposite your room. Evening meal in about an hour. Anything you can't eat?"
She looked at me over her shoulder, so sexy, and shook her head.
"I can eat anything," she smiled wickedly, "and I do mean anything."
As she left the room, I pondered her last words. Surely she did not mean....I mean, I was old enough to be her mother. It was late evening and we were sat watching television, Josie snuggled up next to me on the sofa, and both of us fully dressed, unusual for me.
"Marie," she began hesitantly, "can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," I told her, "ask anything you want, I won't be offended."
"Well, Mom says that you usually spend your time indoors naked, and only put on a robe to answer the door." She paused, "Is that true?"
"After work, most evenings, I do strip off when I get home and enjoy the freedom of being naked," I admitted, "after having to wear "respectable" work clothes all day, it feels good to just be me. You can see the robe hung up at the side of the front door."
"So why are you not naked now?" she asked, "Is it because I am here?"
"In a way, yes," I confessed, "it would be embarrassing for both of us for me to be naked with you here."
"But I feel guilty, spoiling your freedom," she told me, "won't you at least change into your robe, the way you do when you have other friends or visitors calling?"
I considered the suggestion for a few moments, before replying.
"I suppose that would be okay," I admitted, "I don't need to go outside for anything, and it is getting late. Soon be time for you to think about bed."
"I will go and get into my nighty while you change into your robe," she told me, bouncing up from the sofa.
As she ran upstairs, I started to strip, wondering why I felt like I was being played. When she came back into the living room, I was already dressed in just my robe, and was sat on the sofa again. Her nighty was very sheer, pink, and only just covered her pussy, while leaving no doubt that she was not wearing anything beneath it.
I felt the warm wetness between my legs as I enjoyed the view, before reminding myself that this was my niece, a young girl in my charge, and so much younger than me. She curled up on the sofa next to me, legs underneath her in that unique way that only the very young can employ comfortably. Her nighty rode up briefly, showing a faint golden fuzz outlining her bare slit. I got up quickly, trying not to show my arousal.
"I will make our drinks," I told her, "tea or cocoa?" After getting her reply, I escaped to the kitchen.
"She is young," I told myself, "probably not used to having to be careful what she is showing. Probably not even aware she was showing so much."
I comforted myself with these thoughts while I made our drinks, then took them back into the living room. She was still sat on the sofa, but was now naked. I looked the question at her.
"I thought if I were naked, you would feel more comfortable being naked yourself," she told me, "like you usually are when you are alone."
"That might not be such a good idea," I temporised, "I know how old I am, and how I look compared to how I was at your age. I would be uncomfortable displaying my wrinkles and sagging boobs in front of you."
"You do not have sagging boobs," Josie protested, "and I doubt if you have that many wrinkles either. Anyway, I am not going to be judging you, I just want you to be yourself while I am here. I am sorry I am spoiling things for you."
She buried her head in her hands, crying I thought. I went over and sat next to her, taking her in my arms.
"It's okay, Josie," I comforted her, "you are not spoiling anything for me. Look, I promise that while you are here, I will act exactly the same as I usually do. Happy now?"
She raised her head, looking at me with those huge puppy-dog eyes, and a tremulous smile.
"You mean that?" she asked, "You will be yourself with me here, not treat me like some stranger?"
"Of course," I promised, "we are family."
To prove my sincerity, I stood up and removed my robe, sitting back down totally naked, the way I would have been if I were alone.
"Oh God, Marie," she gasped, "your boobs are gorgeous, and not sagging in the least. Are you really two years older than Mom?"
I nodded, pleased at her flattering comments.
"And you shave too?" she queried, "or do you wax?"
"I shave," I admitted, "one of my regular girlfriends prefers me bare. Last time I let it grow, she sat on me and plucked me, hair by hair, until I was the way she liked me."
Josie giggled delightfully, snuggling into me.
"Thank you," she murmured, "that was nice of you, sharing intimate details. Makes me feel closer to you."
I put my arm around her, enjoying the warmth of her smooth skin. We lay quietly, watching the television, and just enjoying the nearness of each other. I even started to doze a little, until I felt a hand cupping my boob, thumb rubbing across the nipple bringing it erect. I squirmed happily, enjoying the arousal, before realizing what was happening.
"Josie," I squealed, sitting up quickly, "what do you think you are doing?"
"Playing with a gorgeous tit," she smiled, nipping my neck with perfect teeth, "like it?"
"Yes, I mean no," I stuttered, "Yes it feels good, but no, you are not to do that."
"Why not if we both enjoy it?" she asked, "I am old enough, you know. Not like I am under-age, and not even like you are taking advantage of me."
She giggled, a hand trying to get between my legs. I kept my legs tightly closed and grabbed her wrist. God, she was strong. It took all my strength to move her hand away, and I don't think she was even trying too hard. While I was distracted with her hand, she leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue slipping inside my mouth before I knew what was happening, and she was tongue-teasing mine, arm behind my neck to pull me into her.
For a few moments, I found myself responding, before regaining some semblance of rational thought and managing to pull away from her.
"Josie, no," I insisted, "not allowed."
"Spoilsport," she muttered, "I was enjoying that, and I know you were too. Don't try to deny it."
"I don't deny it," I admitted, "but liking it is not the issue. What would your mother think if she found out?"
"Mom let slip once that you and she had been very close when you were young," she revealed, "so she can't really object if I want to enjoy what she used to enjoy."
I did not disclose the fact that her Mom and I still enjoyed each other when we got the chance. I fell back on parental logic.
"That is not the point," I insisted, "it would feel wrong for me, that is all that matters. Now go to bed."
She stood, pouting, snatched up her nighty, and stomped out of the room, her lovely firm young butt bouncing erotically. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have extricated myself from that situation. Or was I glad? Hadn't I actually enjoyed her caresses, her kisses? The warm wetness between my legs told me the answer to that question. Oh God, this was only the first night. I still had two full weeks to get through.
After all that drama and arousal, I needed to relax, but with Josie in the bedroom next to mine, I doubted that I could use my vibe without her hearing it, and I did not want to give her ideas. Not that I needed to, she seemed to already have enough ideas of her own. I decided to have a shower before getting into bed. Maybe the hot water would relax me enough to sleep.
I was enjoying the shower, and inevitably the warm water running between my legs started to get me worked up, and my hand slid between my thighs, rubbing gently, and I knew I was going to come before long. Just then I heard a noise over the sound of the water, and Josie stepped into the shower, pressing me against the wall.
"Josie, what do you think you are doing?" I asked inanely, "You should be in bed."
"Only if you are in it with me," she murmured, "I heard the shower and thought you might like some company."
Her hand stroked my slit, rubbing so precisely. I felt my legs start to tremble as her rubbing grew more insistent, and when her free hand started to tease my nipple, pinching and twisting it, I gave up all semblance of resistance and let her take me screaming to an incredible climax.
I would have fallen had she not been supporting my weight. As it was, she led me from the shower and towelled me dry, paying special attention to the area between my legs, then led me unresisting into my bedroom. I lay on the bed, still breathless, and she kissed me deeply, making it quite clear that she was not taking no for an answer, even if I had tried stopping her.
After enjoying my mouth for what seemed like ages, her kisses moved down my body, searching for my most sensitive spots. When she found my neck to be so responsive, she spent time nibbling and nipping along it until I was squirming for her. Then she moved down to tease each nipple in turn, until they were so hard they actually ached.
By the time she had progressed to between my open legs, I was tingling all over, and when she settled between my knees and bent her head to start licking her way along my slit, I had to grab the sheet to hold on to any rational thought. I have no idea where she had learned it, but she was an expert at oral stimulation, and I changed my grip to grasp her hair as she took me higher and higher.
Then I was coming again for her, bucking wildly as she took me over the top. She squirmed up the bed, lying next to me, an arm and a leg thrown across me.
"Now tell me that you did not enjoy that, sexy Aunt," she giggled, "because I will call you a liar if you do. You enjoyed it as much as I did."
I nodded happily.
"Okay, I give in," I told her, "you are more like your Mom than you know. She almost raped me the first time she had me, and has been the dominant one in our games ever since. She always loves making me come over and over."
She propped herself up on one elbow.
"What? You and Mom still do it?" she gaped in astonishment. "Oh wow, I thought it had just been when you were kids, not like now. Wow."
I stroked my hands across those perfect boobs, smiling as her nipples grew erect and she started moaning softly.
"The first time your Mom had me, she was about the age that you are now," I told her, "I was asleep and woke up to find her in my bed with me, teasing my pussy, and I was already coming for her before I knew what was happening"
Josie giggled at that revelation.
"Now why didn't I think of that," she mused, "that sounds like so much fun. Is it true she had you tied to play with as well?"
"Yes, it is," I admitted, "she liked being in control of me, and loved making me come."
"I can understand why," she giggled, "I think I would enjoy doing that to you too."
"Oh no," I squealed, "not a chance. You would wear me out before you had done with having your fun."
"True," she nodded, "and that image has made me feel so horny."
She rolled onto her back and it was my turn to use hands and mouth to explore her body, finding her most responsive areas, and making her squirm helplessly as I aroused each part, finally reaching her slit, stroking the light fuzz that still remained. Then burying my head between firm thighs and tasting her sweet nectar.
I suspected she had not had this done to her too often, or by someone who, in all modesty, was an expert in giving head, to both males and females. I pulled her pussy lips apart gently to get better contact with her love button, and when I started nibbling it gently, she went wild, bucking and writhing. I had to hold her hips to keep the contact and was rewarded by hearing her screaming ecstatically as I took her to a shuddering climax.
She lay gasping as I lay alongside her, stroking her nipples softly as she twitched delightfully, taking time to come down from her orgasm. When she had recovered enough, I showed her scissoring, with our wet slits pressed against each other, and rubbing against each other until we both came.
After that, we used vibes on each other, competing to see who could make the other come first or loudest, a game which with my experience, I usually won. Not to mention the fact that her gorgeous pussy was so tight. We played to the point where I was tired out, having enjoyed around eight or ten climaxes.
I thought that once I was exhausted, Josie would give up and go back to her room, or at least lie down in my bed to sleep. Was I ever wrong. Once I was too tired to resist, she straddled my waist, holding my out-flung arms down with her lower legs, and continued vibe-fucking me to climax after climax, until all I could do was to lie twitching helplessly for the last few. Only then did she relent, and snuggle up next to me to sleep, a look of triumphant happiness on her sweet face.
The next day, we went into town, just window-shopping really, until we happened to pass a High Street sex shop, and Josie saw the toys in the tasteful window display.
"Marie, can we go in and look, please?" she gushed, "I have never been in this kind of shop before."
I agreed to her request, and we went in, Josie wide-eyed at some of the items on display. Even I had to admit to surprise at some of the toys. I mean, inflatable sheep? Really? I found the ice-locks interesting, perfect for self-bondage fun once Josie had left, and I would be able to adjust the timing so they would release at a time of my choosing, say an hour. I purchased a few, Josie smiling as she watched me pay.
It was when she saw the double-ended strap-on that she went into overdrive, and we left the shop with a lovely model discreetly wrapped, for us to enjoy together that night. I already had one at home, but mine was a few years old, and lacked the extra settings that the new one offered.
Needless to say, we had an early night that night, both of us tingling with anticipation at the thought of what was to come. We took turns at being the Domme, both enjoying the variations of pulsations, throbbing, and even one where the head revolved on the business end. We both slept well that night.
A few nights went by with us settling into a routine of sexy cuddling, touching and teasing on the couch each evening while watching television, or sometimes a film. I even showed Josie a couple of my favourite lesbian bondage films, which turned her on incredibly. So much so that we enjoyed each other on the couch rather than wait for bed that evening, scissoring each other, with pussies rubbing nicely together to mutual climaxes, and ending up with classic sixty-nine, her on top, where she preferred to be.
We chatted about some of the scenes in the film, Josie indicating that there were some that she would love to get me into. Naturally enough, after such hot and sexy chat, we enjoyed each other again before finally going to bed. It was later that night, when we were both in bed asleep, that I woke suddenly.
I lay still, listening to see if I could hear what had disturbed my sleep. It was only when I tried moving that I found my arms secured to the top corners of the headboard. The bedside light came on suddenly.
"Aw, I wanted to have finished it before you woke up," Josie complained, "never mind, the hard part is already done. I can finish the rest without you able to stop me."
"What do you mean?" I demanded, "Josie, you know you can have me anytime you want, without having me tied."
"I know that, Sexy Aunt," she giggled, "but this way, I get to enjoy you anyway I want, for as long as I want, just like Mom did all those years ago."
I tried holding my legs closed, but she easily pulled one ankle to the very edge of the bed, strapping it in place. After that, the other leg was easy, and I found myself almost doing the splits on the bed, stretched wider than I had ever been before. A pillow was pushed underneath my lower back, raising my butt to a perfect height for her mouth to reach my pussy when she was lying down.
She stood back to admire her handiwork. The cuffs were velcro fastened, so impossible to undo alone. She knelt between my wide open legs, and I could feel her breath on my gaping slit. A finger stroked lightly along it, forcing a subdued moan from me, and letting her discover how wet I was. She crawled up the bed to lie next to me, an arm and leg thrown over me. More gentle stroking, and I was squirming for her.
"Well, Aunt Marie," she asked, "what would you prefer? Me leaving you alone like this the rest of the night, just teasing lightly from time to time to keep you so horny, or me playing and making you come?"
"Why do you want to make me come?" I prevaricated, "you do that whenever you want already."
"Because I love the feeling I get when I make you really scream," she clarified, "makes me so horny. And I will enjoy you as well between just getting you coming for me. Besides, your love juices taste so good. I could enjoy them all night."
"Like this, there is not much I can do to stop you, is there?" I conceded, "and I do enjoy coming for you."
She squealed girlishly, bouncing as she sat, and squeezing my tits. "Oh, Thank you, Marie," she gushed, "you will enjoy it, I promise. And will you eat me whenever I want you to?"
"Of course," I replied, "you taste very special."
"Oh, God," she moaned, "I feel so horny already. I think I had better come before I start."
With that she straddled my head, her gorgeous pussy lowered onto my waiting mouth. She was right, I could feel her wetness already, and she was pushing down onto my tongue immediately, squirming on me and twisting my sensitive nipples until I was moaning, even while I was tongue-teasing her.
She pinched my nipples fiercely as she came, her juices running down into my mouth, and overflowing onto my chin. After a few moments slumped over me, she lay back next to me and licked every drop of her love juice from my face.
"Mmm, you are right," she told me, "I do taste good. Now to start tasting how good you are."
She went back between my legs, laughing out loud.
"Oh, Marie," she confided, "you would not believe how wide open your sexy cunt is, just waiting for me to invade it. See."
She slid a finger into me, hardly making contact with the walls of my pussy until she was in past her knuckle. Even then, the contact was light.
"Remember that film we watched," she asked, "where the woman got her whole hand inside her sub?"
"What about it?" I asked apprehensively, "Josie, you are surely not thinking of ...aaargh, Oh, God."
My words were cut off by my screams as she easily slid her young slender hand into me, filling me totally. I lay still, afraid to move at all.
"Josie, please, don't move your hand" I pleaded, "I am so full"
"You mean like this," she giggled, sliding her hand in and out gently.
I was rocking in time to her movements, babbling incoherently with total pleasure.
"Ah, ah, ah, oh God, Josie, Josie, Josie, aaah, yes, yes, yes."
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