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My Niece Janelle, Chapter 6

  • Posted on January 1, 2017 at 6:36 pm

By Muffi

It was one of those rare moments of near-perfect timing. I woke early in the morning; as my eyes opened blearily, I felt Janelle stir in my arms. We had awakened at almost the same moment, still cuddled close together, warm beneath the sheet and blankets. She was completely beneath the covers, her head still cradled against my breasts. As I looked at the mirrored wall, I saw the covers slowly slide down, her prettily tousled hair coming into view. I smiled as I felt and heard her yawn, one hand rubbing at her eyes. Then it hit me.

Oh, dear God… What the hell have I done?

As the events of last night swam into my mind, I felt as though I’d been kicked in the stomach. I had visions of being led away in handcuffs, and thought that it would be no more than I deserved. I had molested my niece.

Okay, maybe I hadn’t technically molested her, really, but all the same, it was a fine line. I’d engaged in mutual masturbation with her. I had touched her pretty little nipples as she lay next to me, pleasuring herself. Perhaps worst of all, though, I had quite probably opened a door that I had no business even thinking of passing through.

How the hell am I going to deal with this? I wondered. What do I say to her?

My arms still around her, Janelle moved and stretched, extending her both arms above her head, her entire body going taut. As she moved, my hand ended up resting on her tight, flat belly. She yawned again, then turned her head and smiled at me.

“G’mornin’, Aunt Meagan,” she said softly.

Quickly, I pulled my hand from her skin. I smiled, feeling nervous and worried.

“Good morning, Sweetie,” I said. “Did you sleep okay?”

Still smiling, she nodded her head, then rolled to her side facing me, curling herself up close, resting her head on my breast again. “Mmm-hmmm…” Her voice sounded like the purring of a cat.

I had to move, get out of this bed and away from her soft, warm body, so close to mine. The bathroom! That would work.

“Sweetie,” I said, “I need to move. I have to pee.”

I saw a mock pout on her face as she rolled away from me.

“‘Kay,” she said softly. Then, “Me, too.”

Shit…

I couldn’t very well insist on privacy. That would be way out of character for me with Janelle. We’ve never been shy or modest around each other; if I started that now, she’d wonder what was wrong. I had to handle this in a sort of business-as-usual way, or I’d be sending her messages that I didn’t want to send.

On the other hand, I needed to have a discussion with her, the sooner the better. I also needed to make that conversation as relaxed as I could. If I wasn’t careful, Janelle might think that she’d done something wrong. I needed to make sure that she knew, with no doubt, that I was the one who had crossed the line. She could repeat the activities of last night as often as she liked, as long as it was with someone who was more age appropriate. Not with some perverted adult.

I was terrified. Oddly, it wasn’t from fear of what might happen to me because of this. It was fear that I might lose Janelle, that when she came to understand how wrong it had been for me to allow what had happened, she’d hate me. I wasn’t sure if I could stand that.

I got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, Janelle close on my heels. As I sat emptying my bladder, she stood there, bed-rumpled and gorgeous, smiling at me. I did my best to appear relaxed, but I wasn’t sure how well I was doing.

“I’ll call the school in just a few minutes,” I said, “and let them know you won’t be in today.”

“‘Kay,” Janelle said softly.

When I’d finished, I stood and flushed the toilet. Janelle took my place, and I took my robe from the bathroom door, relieved that I could now cover myself in front of her. I belted it around my waist, smiled at Janelle again, and told her that I’d be in my office.

I let Janelle’s school know what was going on, and that she wouldn’t be in. They assured me that they’d make sure her teacher was informed, and if there were any critical assignments, someone would call to let us know.

As I hung up the phone, Janelle walked into my office, still stark naked. She came and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace.

“I love you, Aunt Meagan,” she whispered, looking up at me. “Last night was really nice.” She laid her head against my breasts and just stood holding me.

Fuck, I thought. I’m not going to be able to put this off.

What was I supposed to say to her? “Oh, by the way, Janelle, I loved it too. But you need to forget that anything happened with your perverted, child-molesting old aunt.”

Yeah, sure.

Just be careful, Meagan, I thought.

“Uhm, sweetie…” I hesitated. Janelle lifted her head and smiled up at me expectantly.

“Janelle… last night shouldn’t have happened,” I said. “I shouldn’t have let that happen.”

“Why not?” she asked. She looked genuinely perplexed.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go get some breakfast, and we’ll talk.” I was stalling.

I started a pot of coffee for myself while Janelle fixed herself a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. I didn’t have much of an appetite. I’d stick with just coffee. When it was ready, I sat down at the table with her. Damn it! She was still naked, still completely unselfconscious about it. I tried not to stare.

I wasn’t having much luck with that. She was so damned pretty, with her bed-rumpled hair, her still sleepy-looking cobalt-blue eyes, and that smooth, pale skin. I dropped my eyes to the table for a moment, then looked back up at her.

“Janelle,” I said softly, “about last night. It was wrong of me to let that happen.”

“But why, Aunt Meagan?”

“Sweetie, you didn’t do anything wrong. I did. It was wrong for me to take advantage of you that way.”

She sat staring at me like I was insane. “But, Aunt Meagan,” she said, “I started it, not you.”

“And it was my responsibility to stop it, Janelle,” I said. “It’s wrong for grownups to do things like that with kids.”

“Why?”

I wished that I could just be like my mother for a moment. Her response would have been, “Because it just is. That’s all you need to know.” I couldn’t bring myself to do that to Janelle, though.

“Because you’re still too young to make that kind of decision,” I said. “Sharing something like that with someone is a very important thing. You need to have some more experience before you start making those kinds of decisions. And it’s wrong for an adult to do something like that with someone so young.”

She sat considering this for a moment. “What if we were both the same age?” she asked.

“You mean, if I was your age?” I asked. Janelle nodded. “Then it would be different,” I said. “I wouldn’t be expecting you to act like an adult. We’d both be kids, and there’s nothing wrong with kids doing things like that together.”

“But what’s the difference?”

“Sweetie, it would be too easy for me to try and make you do things that you aren’t ready to do yet. Things that you might not want to do.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” she said firmly.

“I’d like to believe that, Janelle,” I said. “But until last night, I would have thought that I’d never let anything like that happen with someone your age.”

“Then why did you?” she asked.

Why, indeed. Tread lightly, Meagan, I thought. I looked straight into her devastatingly beautiful eyes.

“Honestly,” I said quietly, “I guess I let it happen because I love you so much, and because I find you so beautiful and attractive. I wanted it to happen. And I didn’t stop to think about how wrong it was.”

Janelle blushed, the color creeping up from her chest, to her neck, and into her cheeks.

“Then Mom was lyin’ to me?” she asked quietly.

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“Mom said it was okay for me to do things like that. She said it was okay to do anything I wanted like that, with anyone I wanted to, as long as I decided that I want to do it.”

“No, Janelle,” I said, “your Mom wasn’t lying to you. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean that it was okay to do those things with an adult.”

“But, Aunt Meagan, you didn’t ask me to do it. I wanted to. I asked you to let me do it.”

I started to open my mouth, but she rushed on. “An’ besides,” she said, “it’s not like you really did anything. You just watched me. Well, ‘kay, you touched me a little bit, but I liked it when you did. I wanted to do it for you. An’ I liked watching you, too. An’ it was like a billion times better last night than it’s ever been before.”

I was losing the argument. Time for a different angle?

“Janelle,” I said, “Do you have any idea how angry your Mom and Dad would be with me if they knew I’d let that happen? Do you know that I could get into all kinds of trouble, even be arrested and sent to jail, for doing what I did last night?”

Janelle shrugged.

“Then we won’t tell anybody,” she said simply. “I know how to keep a secret, y’know.”

“I don’t want to start asking you to keep secrets from your Mom and Dad,” I said.

“Then I should tell ‘em?”

“I don’t want you to, no,” I said. “But if you do, I’ll understand.”

She stared into my eyes with a very serious expression. “I don’t wanna tell ‘em,” she said softly. “If I tell ‘em, we might never be able to do it again. An’ I really wanna do it again, Aunt Meagan.”

God help me, I thought. I’m doomed.

“Janelle…” I faltered. “We can’t, sweetie.”

“Why not? You love me, right?”

“Yes,” I said, “I do love you, but that’s not the point.”

“Would you do it with a grownup?” she asked.

“Yes, but that’s different.”

“Why? Cause I’m just a kid means I don’t know what I want?”

“Janelle…”

She cut me off. “My Mom said it’s okay if I do it,” she said. “An’ you said it’s okay if I do it. Mom said someday I’ll do it with somebody I love, and other stuff, too. We didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. I wanted to do everything we did. I love you, an’ you love me.”

She stared at me steadily for a moment.

“‘Sides, you said yourself you wanted it to happen. Now you say we can’t do it again. Does that mean you don’t wanna do it with me anymore?”

“Janelle, listen to me, please?” I said. I could hear the desperation in my own voice. “You know I love you. Nothing can ever change that. But it’s so complicated, don’t you see? It would have to be this big, dark secret that we could never share with anyone else. If we were ever caught… Janelle, your Mom and Dad would hate me. They’d never let me see you again. And I couldn’t stand that.”

“If you ask me,” she said quietly, “Sara’s Dad’s the one who should get in trouble. He’s the one who’s hurtin’ a kid, not you. You didn’t hurt me. You made me feel like you love me, an’ like I’m special.”

Again, that steady stare.

“An’ if feelin’ like I felt last night is bad, then I don’t care. I liked it. I wanna do it again with you. If you don’t wanna, then fine. Just tell me you don’t wanna. But I don’t think you can, cause you don’t ever lie to me.”

Without another word, she stood up from the table. She brought her dishes to the sink and rinsed them, and then she walked out of the room and went upstairs.

She was hurt. I’d blown this, badly. I wanted to comfort her, reassure her, but I was terrified to. I was afraid that if I went to her, I’d take one look into those eyes, and just give up the battle. I’d surrender to something I knew was wrong.

What exactly is wrong with it? I asked myself. You’re hurting her now by refusing to admit what you’re feeling. Which is worse?

As bad as I’d felt when I woke up this morning, I felt worse now. I’d seen the hurt in Janelle’s eyes when we were talking. Way to go, Meagan, I thought. Knock her self-esteem around a little bit, why don’t you?

I headed up the stairs to my bedroom. Janelle was there, dressed now in denim shorts, a pink t-shirt, and sneakers. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, looking forlorn. I took a deep breath, then knelt on the floor in front of her. I took her hands in mine, and looked into her eyes.

“Janelle, I want you to do something for me, okay?” I said. “Just hear me out before you say anything. Will you do that?”

She nodded, looking at me solemnly.

“I… I want you to think about this. Think about it very hard, okay? Think about everything I said this morning.” I let go of her hands, and placed my fingers on her cheeks, lightly. “After you’ve thought about it for a while…” I swallowed audibly. “After you’ve thought about it, if you still feel the same way, then… Then we’ll talk again, and we’ll do whatever you feel comfortable doing. Is that okay with you?”

“You’re not just tryin’ to make me feel better?” she said.

“Janelle… I’ve been trying to make myself not feel things about you for a while now. Things that I thought I had no right to feel. No, I’m not trying to make you feel better. I’m… Well, I’m admitting to myself what I really want. And if you promise to think about it, and be very sure that it’s what you want, too, then… Well, then we’ll decide what we’re going to do.”

She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. Her voice was muffled when she spoke, her face buried in the side of my neck.

“I already know, Aunt Meagan, but I’ll think about it, I promise.”

I felt wetness on the skin of my neck. She was crying. “I love you, Aunt Meagan.”

“Shhh… I love you, too, sweetie. So very, very much.” I smoothed her hair down with one hand, the other pressed against her back as I held her close.

I pulled back from her, and looked into her eyes. Her face was tear-stained, but she was smiling at me.

“Tell you what,” I said. “Let me get dressed, and we’ll go and get a few pinkies for your snake, and then we’ll go to your house and see about feeding her. By then it should be lunch time, and we can go get a burger. Sound good?”

She nodded, then pulled me back again for another quick hug.

“You go wash your face and brush your teeth while I get dressed, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she replied. She stood and made her way to the bathroom.

Since it looked like a denim and t-shirt day for Janelle, I decided to imitate her. I’d shower later. I pulled on a pair of panties, then some denim shorts, a pink t-shirt of my own and sneakers. I went to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. When I walked in, Janelle looked at me, noticing that I had on a pretty closely matched outfit. She grinned.

“Hey! You look nice, Aunt Meagan!”

This was more like it. She was herself again.

“Why, thank you,” I replied. “You look pretty nice yourself!”

She giggled. God, I loved hearing her laugh.

When we were ready to go, I filled a travel mug with coffee, and we went to the local pet shop. We were lucky, they had a mouse who had given birth a few days before, and the owner was willing to sell the babies. Young, immature snakes should be fed baby mice, or very small lizards. We also bought a few frozen dead rats that I needed for Ellie and Nellie. We stopped by my house again just long enough for me to put them in the garage freezer, then we went to feed Janelle’s boa for the first time.

I’ll spare you the details of the feeding. I know a lot of people are squeamish about things like that, even though I don’t understand why, really. It’s a natural process. People with cats don’t think twice about seeing a mouse get mauled and killed, but if they see a snake kill the same animal and feed, they get sick to their stomachs. I’ve never understood it. We’ll just leave it with saying that after just a bit of coaxing, Meagan ate the two pinkies that we’d brought her.

I told Janelle that when she needed to feed her again, I’d take her to get the food supply. Kate is one of those squeamish people who can’t even bear to think about a snake feeding. I wasn’t sure how Michael would feel about it, but I figured it would be best to have a plan in place, just in case no one else was willing to help out.

After we fed Janelle’s boa, we went out for lunch. Burgers, fries, and milkshakes.

Yeah, I know. Not very healthy. I figured one meal of pure junk food wouldn’t hurt her. I’d have to work out to keep it off my hips, but what the hell.

I asked Janelle if there was anything she wanted to do. She just wanted to go back to my house and relax. Those were her exact words. I should have known what she was thinking.

I was doing a pretty good job of blocking out what I’d told Janelle earlier. I guess I was kind of hoping that she’d just forget what I’d said, and that everything would go back to normal. You know, if you ignore something it will just go away.

Denial, anyone?

When we got to my house, Janelle went upstairs to change while I pulled two frozen rats out of the freezer, and set them on a paper towel in the kitchen. Don’t worry, they come sealed in plastic. You have to let them thaw and come to room temperature naturally. If you microwave them they partially cook, and snakes aren’t built for cooked food. Besides, they’re whole, meaning they still have all of their internal organs. If you microwave them, they stink like you wouldn’t believe. It’s a mistake you’ll only make once. They’d be ready by late evening, which is my normal feeding time for them. I thought Janelle might like to feed them for me.

When I went to the living room, Janelle was on the couch with the remote control, dressed in her de rigueur panties and t-shirt. My heart thumped hard a couple of times. Whether she was conscious of it or not, she was making this really difficult for me. I shot a silent command to Ellie and Nellie to keep their comments to themselves. They heeded the warning. I suppose they wanted to be sure that they were fed that night.

I should have chosen to sit in the chair. I didn’t, though. I sat on the end of the couch. Part of me thought I was probably going to regret that. Another part of me quietly hoped that I’d have something to actually regret. Like I said, I was doomed. Any fighting that I was doing now was purely symbolic. A way for me to be able to say, “I tried to fight it. I really did.”

Yeah, sure I did.

It was still early afternoon. There wasn’t a lot on television that I was interested in, so I let Janelle choose what she wanted. We wound up watching one of those sickening movies on Lifetime; you know, the ones where a woman is a victim all her life, and then rises up against her abusive husband. There’s a thousand variations on the theme, really, and every one of them seems to have made its way to this channel.

It didn’t take Janelle very long to move to her usual place when we’re alone together, snuggled against my side. I had my arm around her as she sat with her knees drawn up, feet against her butt. Her thighs were almost lying across mine, her hands together at her chest. She was in an almost fetal position against me. That position pretty much left the entire lower half of her body exposed. Pale, lime green panties stretched tightly over the perfect swell of her little ass. Of course, my hand moved to rest against that thin material, my palm flat on one plump little cheek of her butt.

Nothing overt, mind you. Just my hand resting there on her ass.

We had been in that position for a while, neither of us saying much, other than the occasional comment about the movie, when I felt Janelle’s arm slide across my belly. Her head was resting against my right breast. I felt… Not lust, really. I’m glad that I can say that it wasn’t really lust. Lust implies more selfish, physical need than anything else. This was more desire. A deep, aching, longing desire.

It was in that moment that I consciously gave up the battle with myself.

I wouldn’t press her. I wouldn’t set about trying to seduce her into my bed. But I was done fighting it. I loved her, and that was the deciding factor. I remembered being her age, so curious about the mysteries of my own body, and about what people did together. I remembered finding other girls and women attractive, and how confusing that had been for me. I would not try to sweep anything aside with Janelle any longer. The pace and the choices would be hers. I would not deny her.

Besides, I hadn’t been much older than Janelle when, at just barely eleven, I’d had my first encounter with another girl, the thirteen-year-old sister of my best friend. I had known what I wanted, in a vague sort of way. I couldn’t have spelled it out specifically, but the desire for it was there, and that desire was strong.

The movie had ended, we were watching the previews of the next variation on the same theme that was about to come on. I had moved my free hand so that it rested on her forearm where it lay on my belly, absently stroking the skin there with my thumb. I felt her sigh and wriggle a bit, snuggling closer to me.

“Aunt Meagan?”

“Hmmm?”

“How long do I hafta think about it?” she asked. I felt myself smile.

“Well,” I said, “that’s pretty much up to you. You just need to think about everything, and when you’ve thought about it enough, you’ll know.”

She was silent for a few very long moment.

“Then I’m done thinkin’ about it,” she said. “I want us to be able to do it again. An’ I promise I can keep it a secret, just our secret. I want it to be just for us, anyway. But I don’t wanna hafta stop doing it with you, cause I love you, and I really liked doin’ it with you.”

I brought my hand up from her butt to stroke her soft hair. “Are you sure that’s what you want, sweetie?”

I felt her nod. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I really do, Aunt Meagan.”

“Well, then,” I said, “I won’t argue with you about it anymore. I’ll let you decide what’s going to happen, and how fast, and what you’re ready for. I won’t push you to do anything you don’t want. But I won’t try to stop you from doing anything that you do want, either. Deal?”

“Deal,” she said softly. “Thank you, Aunt Meagan.”

“For what?” I asked.

“For not treatin’ me like I’m just a kid,” she replied.

“Sweetie, you need to know this,” I said. “I’ve felt like this for quite a while about you. I’ve wanted this with you. I love you so much, and I guess that’s why I started to feel this way. So I guess I should be the one thanking you.”

“For what?” she asked.

“For feeling the same way about me that I feel about you.”

She snuggled her head in deeper to my breast and sighed. “I didn’t know,” she said softly, “till I saw you touchin’ yourself like that last night. That’s when I figured out why I like to think about you when I touch myself.”

“You think about me when you do that?” I asked.

Janelle nodded. “Yeah,” she said shyly. “I close my eyes, an’ I pretend it’s you touchin’ me there.”

My heart melted, and at the same time, I realized that Janelle had already thought about this. I didn’t have to ask her to be sure about what she wanted, she already knew. I smiled.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” I said softly. “I think about you when I do it.”

I felt her head lift so she could look at my face, to see if I was trying to kid with her.

“Really?” she said. “You do?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sweetie, I do. I told you I’ve wanted this for a while now.”

She stared at me, unwaveringly. I watched as a blush crept into her face, and then her eyes dropped. “I…” She faltered.

“What, sweetie?” I asked.

“I wanna kiss you,” she whispered. “But I’m scared.”

I used the tips of my fingers to lift her chin until she was looking at me again.

“Don’t be scared, sweetie,” I said. It was barely a whisper.

I leaned down and placed my lips on Janelle’s, lightly, just a mere brush of a feather. I held the kiss for a long moment, until I felt her sigh and relax against me. Her mouth pressed back, lips parting just a the tiniest bit. I used my own lips to nibble at hers for a moment, then broke the kiss and pulled her to me. Her arm slid around my neck as she pressed her face into my shoulder.

“That was nice,” she said softly.

We sat that way, cuddling, kissing each other now and then, for the length of the next movie. My hands roamed a bit now, rather than simply resting on her body. I stroked her arms, her thighs, her soft, firm ass. Now that I’d decided to stop fighting, there was a curious kind of peace about all of this. It felt right somehow, even though I knew that anyone looking in would have been shocked.

To hell with anyone else, I thought. This is what Janelle wants, and it’s what I want. I’ll be damned if I’m going to deny either of us.

When the movie ended, I asked Janelle if she was hungry. She was, and we decided that we really didn’t want to bother with cooking. I ordered a pizza for us; extra cheese, extra pepperoni, extra “smushrooms.” I even decided to give up my customary anchovies.

God, I thought, I must be in love…

I don’t give up my anchovies for just anyone.

“How come you didn’t get those slimy eyebrows on half of it, Aunt Meagan?” Janelle asked when the pizza arrived.

“Because,” I said, “I know how much you hate them. Even though I also know that you’ve never even tried them.”

She blushed and grinned. “Nope, and I’m not gonna, either. Not ever. They’re gross!”

“Well, some people think your “smushrooms” are pretty gross, too, you know.”

“That’s different,” she replied. “Smushrooms are good.”

“Why is it different? They’re slimy, and nasty looking, but they still taste good.”

“Yeah, but anchovies don’t taste good.” she said. “I can tell cause of how they smell.”

“You just don’t like fish,” I said. “You’re prejudiced.”

Janelle wrinkled her nose and grimaced. “Fish is disgusting!”

“You do realize what you’ve done to me today, don’t you?” I said.

“What?” She looked at me questioningly.

“Because of this junk food that you love so much,” I said, “I’m going to have to work out for a week so I don’t get fat.”

She gave me her signature grin. “But you love me still, right?”

I touched the side of her face. “Yeah,” I whispered. “That I do.” I leaned down and kissed her gently.

By now, everything was ready to carry to the living room and eat. I grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator for myself, and pulled the carton of milk out to pour a glass for Janelle. One healthy item, at least.

Yeah, I’m a true dyke. Pizza and beer. There’s nothing quite like it.

Janelle was eyeing my beer.

“Aunt Meagan,” she said, “can I have beer instead?”

“Uhm, don’t you think you’re a little young to be drinking beer?”

She shook her head. “Nuh-uh. My dad lets me have a little bit of his sometimes. I really like it. Please? Pretty please?”

I sighed. I was going to have to practice up on saying, “No” to Janelle. “All right, all right. Geez.” I pulled a second beer from the fridge, and put the milk away. “It’s going to give you the burps, you know.”

“So?” she grinned.

I shook my head, and we went into the living room to watch television and eat pizza. And drink beer. God, but I’d made short work of corrupting my little niece. It’s a good thing I gave up smoking pot a long time ago. If I hadn’t, I’d probably be getting her high, too.

We were still watching insipid movies on the Lifetime channel. I was reaching the point where I couldn’t stand them anymore.

“You know,” I said, “we have to do something about your taste in movies.”

“Why?” said Janelle.

“Because for me, this stuff is about the same thing as Teletubbies is to you.”

“Teletubbies suck!”

“Exactly,” I said sarcastically.

“Well, what do you wanna watch?” Asked Janelle.

“SyFy Channel?” I said hopefully.

Janelle wrinkled her nose. So much for that idea.

“Okay then, how about we put a movie in?” I said.

Janelle thought for a moment. “Thelma and Louise?”

“Deal!” I said. “And, if you want to, you can feed Ellie and Nellie, too. Their rats should be ready by now.”

I picked up our plates, and watched Janelle chug down the last third of her beer. I was then afforded the dubious pleasure of hearing a long, rather loud belch. She grinned at me.

“I told you so,” I said. Which simply inspired her to begin deliberately burping. Such a little lady.

“Put the movie in, brat,” I said, laughing.

I brought the dishes to the kitchen, opened the packages containing the two dead rats, now fully thawed and at room temperature. I brought them into the living room, along with the pair of tongs that I use when feeding them. Ellie and Nellie can be aggressive at feeding time, and while they can’t do much damage to an arm, it can be startling to have a fully grown boa constrictor suddenly wrap itself around your arm at lightning speed.

Feeding snakes can sometimes be tricky, requiring a separate feeding enclosure so that they don’t associate a hand entering their living enclosure only with being fed. Ellie and Nellie have become accustomed to what is food and what is not, so I’d dispensed with separate enclosures some years ago. I handed the items to Janelle, who loves to feed them.

The opening credits were rolling as she fed first Ellie, then Nellie. She is still fascinated with watching them feed, particularly with the swallowing process. It is quite interesting to watch, actually. The whole thing takes about ten minutes for each snake. When she was finished, we both went to the kitchen and washed our hands, and then returned to watch the movie.

I told Janelle that I was going to go upstairs and change. When I returned in my t-shirt and panties, I sat on the couch next to her. She immediately took up her place under my right arm, pressed against my side.

It was back to snuggle-and-kissy time. I don’t think that Janelle was aware yet of what kind of an effect she was having on me. Every brush of her hand, every movement of her body against mine, every little kiss brought my arousal up to a higher level. Apparently, though, it was having an effect on her, too. When my fingers slipped under her panties to caress her firm little butt, she sighed deeply.

“Aunt Meagan?”

“Yes, sweetie?” I said.

“Can we go up to bed now?” Her hips were squirming slightly, small motions in response to my caressing hand.

I kissed her softly, a lingering, nibbling kiss.

“Of course,” I whispered.

We stood, and hand in hand, went slowly upstairs, Janelle leaning against me.

When we reached my bedroom, I turned on the overhead light, went around the room lighting candles, then turned the light out again.

The candles cast a warm, flickering glow over the room. I turned on the stereo, Sarah McLachlan filling the room with quiet music.

Janelle was standing next to the bed, watching me, a tiny smile on her lips, candlelight reflected in her eyes. I went to her and sat on the edge of the bed, moving so that she stood between my knees. With my hands on her hips, I leaned forward and kissed her again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her kisses; soft, gentle, but so erotic because of their almost complete innocence.

Leaning back again, I took the bottom of her t-shirt in my fingers and slowly lifted it up and over her head as she raised her arms, then tossed it to the side. With my hands on either side of her waist, I stared into her eyes for a moment.

“You are so very beautiful, Janelle,” I whispered.

I watched a pretty blush creep into her cheeks, and leaned close to kiss her again. As our lips came together, my hands slid up along Janelle’s sides until my thumbs could caress her pale, flat nipples. At her sudden intake of breath, I traced the tip of my tongue over her lower lip. I was surprised when her mouth opened, welcoming my tongue in to explore.

The kiss went on and on. I felt something rising within me. I’ve been filled with lust before, I’ve been purely horny as all hell before, but this was different. This was… It was a hunger, gnawing and deep, a longing that I’d never experienced before. It was a need, but it went far beyond being simply a physical need. It was a need to meld with Janelle, to bring us together in body, mind and soul. All the times in the past, when I had considered myself to be in love with someone, faded and paled in comparison to what I felt now.

This is what being in love feels like, I thought.

It was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced.

I slid my hands behind her, one hand moving upwards to cup the back of her head and hold her in this amazing kiss, the other sliding down, my fingers slipping beneath her panties to caress her firm little ass.

As Janelle’s arms came up around my neck, her lips began to move against mine, more by instinct than anything else, I think. Tentative at first, her tongue darted forward, over my lips, then retreated. I moaned quietly, and with more confidence now, her tongue again slipped past my lips, exploring and tasting. Her breathing began to deepen, sending a sweet breeze across my cheek each time she exhaled.

I brought both of my hands to her hips, and slowly tugged down on her panties, sliding them over her ass and down her thighs; when they fell to the floor, she stepped out of them and finally, I was holding her close to me, warm and naked. As one hand caressed and stroked the backs of her thighs and her ass, she broke the kiss, burying her face in my neck, her arms locked behind me.

“Oh, Aunt Meagan,” she whispered hoarsely. “I love you so much.”

I kissed her neck, her shoulder, and then her neck again.

“I love you, too, Janelle.” I breathed it into her ear, feeling her body quiver as my words tickled their way in.

Janelle stepped back then, one small step, and stood staring into my eyes. Her gaze dropped shyly as she reached out and took the bottom of my t-shirt in her hands, lifting it up. I raised my arms above my head and let her remove it; she threw it on top of her already discarded top.

It was my turn to feel a bit self-conscious; she’d seen my breasts before, of course, but the context was completely different now. She was gazing at them with admiration, like a lover would, not with a little girl’s natural curiosity. Her eyes rose to meet mine as, hesitantly, her hands reached out to touch them.

I gave her a tiny smile and nodded my head once, letting her know that it was all right to touch me. When the palms of her hands came into contact with my already erect nipples, I gasped softly, head falling back as my eyes closed. Her fingers closed gently on my breasts, and I moaned. I felt her touch in my pussy, as though there was a white hot wire that ran from my nipples straight to my clit.

I leaned back, hands behind me, to support my weight. Janelle stepped closer, her thighs brushing against the inside of mine, following me back, her hands never leaving my breasts. I spread my legs wider as she moved closer, the front of her thighs pressing against my pussy. My panties were soaked now, wet and sticky, clinging to my skin.

I brought one hand up, covering hers, my fingers guiding hers to squeeze harder, to pinch at my nipple. I was panting now, lips parted, breath coming in short gasps. I forced my eyes to open, to look at Janelle. She stood, leaning her weight into my pussy, hands at my breasts, teasing my nipples now, pulling, rolling them between her fingers. She was a very quick study. She was staring at my face, a look of wonder in her eyes as she studied my reactions to her touch.

I moaned a quiet protest when her hands left my breasts. She reached down to take the waistband of my panties in her small fingers, tugging at it. I lifted my hips for her, and she quickly pulled the thin material down my thighs, my calves, and then off my feet, throwing them to the side. I sat up and pulled her to me, burying my face in her hair. Slipping one hand between her legs from behind, I was somewhat surprised to find that her baby-soft, perfectly smooth pussy was as dripping wet as my own.

This was right. This was… Well, it was perfection. Naked body pressed to naked body, faces buried in each other’s necks, our breath hot on one another’s skin, our hands slowly stroking and exploring. The last shreds of doubt flew away from me like tattered tissue paper in a strong wind. In the depths of my heart, I knew.

This was right. This was meant to be.

I had to force myself to slow down. I didn’t want to scare her, especially not this first time. Okay, second time, I suppose, if I want to be technical. But I didn’t want her to feel raped, I wanted her to feel loved and appreciated. Slowly, Meagan, I thought. You have all the time in the world for this. Make it a memory that she’ll cherish forever.

I leaned away from Janelle’s neck to look in her eyes as I brought my trembling hands to her face. I kissed her again, gently.

“Are you scared?” I whispered.

Janelle shook her head. “I could never be scared with you, Aunt Meagan,” she said softly.

I scooted my ass back on the bed, patting the bedspread.

“Come up here with me, Sweetie,” I said.

Janelle climbed up onto the bed with me, and I moved us both so that we lay side by side, facing each other. I propped my head up with one hand, and stroked her hair with the other, slipping my fingers through the softness. Her eyes, those deep-sea, cobalt blue eyes stared up at me. I saw curiosity, longing and love there. Nothing else; no worry, no nervousness, no fear.

I leaned down and gave her another light kiss. “Why don’t you just lie back,” I whispered, “and let me make love to you. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

With one hand, I pressed her gently onto her back, leaning in to kiss her again. I pulled my top leg up, bending it at the knee, and gently nudged her thighs apart, finally resting my thigh against her warm, soft mons. I felt her wetness immediately, sparking my own flow to increase. My free hand sought and then found her nipples, rubbery little discs of pink flesh that crinkled at my touch. They didn’t quite come erect, but I felt them tighten, and heard Janelle draw a sharp breath through her nose.

I pulled my mouth from hers, laying a soft line of kisses down along her jaw line to the hollow beneath her earlobe. Brushing her hair out of the way with my fingers, I ran the tip of my tongue along the crease behind her ear, feeling her shiver beneath me. As my lips trailed down along her neck, I felt her sigh, a not-quite moan that let me know she was enjoying what was happening. As my lips made their way into the hollow of her throat, she lifted her chin and raised her arms above her head, stretching out like a kitten.

Her skin tasted sweet, creamy and delicate against my mouth. I kissed my way lower, nibbling her skin with my lips, then dragged my tongue in a slow, flat sweep across one small nipple. As I did, my hand slid lower, to her hip, pulling her tighter against my thigh. She responded immediately, lifting her pelvis, rubbing her puffy labia against my leg. Her pussy left a slick trail of moisture along my thigh.

Slowly, Meagan, I thought.

I moved again, rising to my knees, and gently nudged Janelle to roll over so that she was lying face down. Her arms came up, hands joining just above her head, face turned to one side, eyes closed and a dreamy looking smile on her face. I shifted and knelt so that I was straddling her lower thighs, my butt resting lightly on the backs of her knees. Her slender body was pale, gleaming in the candlelight.

I ran my hands slowly up along her back to her shoulders, gently massaging them for a moment, then drew my fingertips lightly down the sides of her neck, smiling at the sight of goose bumps rising on her skin. Leaning forward, I kissed the back of her neck, soft, wet kisses down her spine. I felt her quiver again at the feathery touch.

I shifted again. I couldn’t stand it, I had to feel her body against mine, soak in some of her warmth. I stretched out beside her, one leg drawn up and resting on the back of her thighs, one hand stroking and petting her back as I kissed everywhere, my lips nibbling lightly at the soft, pale skin. When I drew a slow, light line with my fingernail along her spine, from the base of her neck all the way down into the crack of her butt, I heard her whimper softly. Her hips rose up slightly, and I let my finger trail lower, scraping over the tight little rosebud, bringing a soft gasp from her lips.

Janelle’s ass clenched, then relaxed. I slid my hand over the soft, firm little globes, caressing her, squeezing gently. Her ass was so small, so perfectly formed, twin little bubbles of flesh rising in a slow swell from her lower back. I slid my fingers lower, the lightest touch of nails across the damp outer lips of her soft little pussy. Her quivering thighs twitched apart as a small mewl of pleasure escaped her throat.

Sliding downwards, I brought my mouth to those perfect little cheeks, kissing, licking lightly, nibbling with my lips and teeth. I let my fingernails trace a light, almost tickling touch along the backs of her thighs. I became aware of her breathing, shallow and rapid now; became even more aware of the scent now rising from between her legs. A warm, barely musky aroma, a mixture of her pussy and the light, clean smell of little girl sweat. It was overpowering in its very lightness, and I felt slightly dizzy as I inhaled deeply.

Skin as smooth and soft as silk. Quiet, almost whispered mewling whimpers escaping between full lips. The damp, almost solid scent rising from her body. The slender body, just beginning to take on feminine curves, but still boyish in shape. The flickering candlelight casting a warm glow across her skin. The glistening film of wetness that coated the velvety flesh of her small, perfectly shaped pussy. The quivers that gently shook her body as I touched and caressed her. All of this combined, swirling over and through my senses, filled me with a desire that I’d never felt before. I felt slightly drunk. Drunkenness such as this was something that I’d happily experience on a daily basis.

I rose up on my knees, helping Janelle to roll over and onto her back again. Her eyes stared up at me, huge with wonder and desire, and something more. Need. There was a look of pure need in her eyes; I leaned down to kiss her, and her arms came quickly around my neck, pulling our mouths together. Her lips parted as I slipped my tongue into her mouth; it was met by hers, dancing into my mouth as she whimpered her desire into my throat. I felt her legs part, widely, her knees coming up and falling to the side, inviting — no, begging me to touch her.

I continued to tease her, my fingertips playing with her pretty pink nipples, nails scraping the sensitive little discs. Dragging my mouth from hers, I drew one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. I closed my teeth on it, nipping lightly, and was rewarded with a sharp and desperate, “Oh!” from Janelle as her chest rose, pressing against my face. Her hands had moved, fingers tangled in my hair as she gripped my ears, locking me in a tight, firm grasp.

I slid one hand down along her belly, nails tickling at her navel for a moment, then scraping down further until they reached the sharp rise of her mons, puffy and swollen. Her labia were parted, the pink flesh within glistening wetly. When I dragged my fingernail across the little hood covering the tiny nub of her clit, she cried out sharply, hips thrusting up from the bed as my fingers began to explore her perfect pussy. She was hot to the touch, slick with wetness.

My hunger reared up; I had to taste her, explore her in that most intimate way. I sucked hard on Janelle’s nipple, lifting my head at the same time, letting my teeth scrape it hard as it slipped from my mouth with a loud sucking sound. I came upright on my knees again, staring down at her for a moment as my hand continued to stroke and rub at her pussy.

There was a gleaming film of sweat coating her entire body. Strands of her hair clung wetly to her forehead and temples; her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted and whimpered. Her hips were moving slowly up and down in perfect time to my fingers as they glided over the wetness of her pussy. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

My body trembling with desire, I leaned down again; this time in the opposite direction. As my face came closer to the sweet juncture of her thighs, her scent became almost too much for me to bear. It rose from her pussy in a thick, sweet wave, musky and heady. I pressed my lips gently to the very top of her furrow; then, with a whimper of my own, ran my tongue down the entire length of her sex: over the still hidden nub of her clit, between the delicate inner labia, along the vaginal opening and further, to slide across the short expanse of sensitive skin below until it slithered over her tight little rosebud.

I moaned, my consciousness going sort of grey around the edges. I swooned; it’s the only word I can think of to describe what I felt. Almost a faint, but not quite. There was wetness on the insides of my thighs. I always lubricate easily, but this went beyond just lubrication. It was a small flood, leaving my skin wet and slick. Small contractions spasmed through my pussy, electric shocks of small orgasms. I hadn’t been touched, and I was coming. Minor orgasms, but orgasms nonetheless.

Lifting my head, I moved, wanting to settle myself between Janelle’s spread legs. When I broke the contact with her sopping pussy, she moaned out a desperate, “Nooo…” I positioned myself quickly, bringing my mouth back to the warmth and wetness of her sex. She locked her fingers to my ears again, holding me there, gasping and moaning. Her hips began to thrust sharply, grinding her cunt against my mouth and chin. She was lost in it now, completely unaware of anything but the sensations centered between her legs.

As my tongue began to explore, burrowing into every crevice it could find, I gazed up across the gentle slope of Janelle’s belly to her face. Her hair was now plastered to her forehead and cheeks, eyes screwed tightly shut. Her mouth was stretched into a tight O shape, small, guttural animal sounds coming in short bursts from her throat. Her skin was flushed, a deep, mottled red color that spread from her chest and up into her face. She was a picture of pure, raw, animal lust.

With a whimper, I slid one hand down between my own legs, to find my swollen clit, pressing hard on it, rubbing in small, hard circles.

There was no need for me to hold Janelle’s pussy open, her legs were splayed obscenely now, so I brought my other hand beneath her ass, lifting it as one finger probed at the tight crinkle there, gently pushing inside. She was so slick with her own secretions and my saliva that my finger slid easily into her ass, up to the first knuckle. I felt her clench tightly on my finger as she shrieked, pulling my face even harder to her cunt. Her hips began to thrust faster, harder, grinding lewdly against my face. A little animal in heat.

I slid my hand lower, driving three fingers deep into my pussy. They slid in effortlessly; I was completely soaked and ready. Moving them in rough circles, feeling the walls of my pussy spasm on them, clutching, I used the base of my thumb to push down on my clit. I moaned and shuddered; a small orgasm, one that I knew was just the appetizer.

I was now sucking and nipping at Janelle’s swollen clit. As inflamed and stiff as it was, the glans was still just a tiny, delicate little button. I could feel the shaft beneath my tongue, a hard ridge of flesh. I let go of her clit and moved so that I could stab my tongue into her wet cunt. She bucked hard, her muscles clenching on my tongue. Sweet, hot nectar flowed from her pussy, coating my lips. I swallowed it eagerly.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh…” It was all she said, over and over, as I continued to probe her ass and pussy. She was coming repeatedly, I could tell, her thighs quivering and trembling. Her cries became more drawn out, higher-pitched and louder. When her hands left my ears suddenly to slam down on the bed on either side of her, I slid my mouth back up to her clit, sucking the little button into my mouth and worrying it with my teeth. She screamed as her body went completely rigid for a moment.

When the shuddering started, coursing through her body, my own orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. I had to open my mouth wide so that I wouldn’t bite down too hard on her sensitive clit. My knees drew up until I was curled in a fetal position between Janelle’s legs, my body humming and singing through the sweetest orgasm I could ever have imagined. I didn’t just see stars, I saw explosions of light behind my eyelids. Janelle’s cries were the prettiest music I had ever heard.

My orgasm began to subside, but the aftershocks were more intense than any I had ever felt. Janelle continued to come, a seemingly endless stream of orgasms rocking her body. Her cries began to take on a slightly hysterical edge, and her hands came up from the bed, pushing me away from her pussy. Reluctantly, I let go of her clit, giving it one last swipe with my tongue as I slowly withdrew my finger from her ass. She whimpered, a breathless sound. Laying my head on her thigh, I gently cupped my hand over her pussy, feeling the wet heat that still rose from her.

Janelle was making incoherent little noises as her body twitched and quivered with the aftershocks of orgasm. Looking up, I saw her raise one hand to her face, swiping at the hair that was plastered to her skin. She was sweating heavily, chest heaving. The noises slowly calmed, turning into something like a half-giggle. As I watched her, she began to laugh and cry, at the same time, tears beginning to roll from the corners of her eyes. Quickly, I scooted up to lie beside her, folding her into my arms and holding her head to my breasts as I stroked her damp hair.

She lay there, quivering, sniffling, laughing, wiping at the tears that continued to fall.

“Oh…” she said finally. “Aunt… Meagan.” The words came out slowly, one at a time, between the deep heaving breaths she was still forcing in and out of her lungs.

I hushed her, murmuring quietly, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair.

“I know, Sweetie,” I whispered. “I know.”

“That…” She hesitated. I didn’t say anything.

“What… What did you do?” she whispered. “That… Oh, Aunt Meagan!”

Smiling, I kissed the top of her head again.

“I made love to you, Sweetie,” I whispered. “That’s all.”

“That’s all?” she asked incredulously. “That was… That was…”

“Shhh… I know, Baby,” I whispered. “I know.”

Her small body was still trembling against mine. She snuggled in closer, stroking my breasts with her cheek as she slid one arm around my waist.

“I love you, Aunt Meagan,” she whispered. “I love you sooo much…”

“Oh, God, Janelle,” I said desperately, “I love you too. More than you could ever know.”

I felt her smile as she tried to wriggle her way even closer to me. “I think I know,” she said quietly. “You just showed me. Boy, did you ever show me!”

I laughed. “Come on, imp,” I said. “We’re both pretty sweaty and smelly. Let’s go take a shower.”

She nodded against my breast. “‘Kay,” she said. “And then, can we get somethin’ to eat? I’m really hungry again!”

I couldn’t help it. That comment brought peals of laughter from me that went on until my sides began to ache. Janelle slid back from me a little, looking up at my face.

“What?” she said, scowling. “I am!” It just set me off laughing again.

“Well,” I gasped, “I suppose it’s better than having a cigarette.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind, Sweetie,” I said. “I’ll explain it later.”

She was looking at me like I was slightly insane. Then she shrugged. “‘Kay,” she said. “But I don’t smoke, so I don’t get it.”

Which just set me off again. “Come on,” I said, still giggling. “Let’s go get clean and then I’ll feed you.”

We made our way to the bathroom, arms around one another. I started the water, and we waited for it to warm up.

“Aunt Meagan?”

“Yes, Baby?”

“I… I’m sorry I didn’t do anything to you. I just didn’t know what to do.” She looked worried.

“Oh, Baby,” I said as I wrapped her up in a hug, stroking her hair. “You don’t have any idea how good that was for me. Besides, we have all the time in the world for you to learn what to do. But for now, just please believe me, okay? Tonight was the most beautiful, amazing thing that I’ve ever experienced. You were wonderful.”

“But I didn’t do anything,” she said softly.

I held her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “Yes, you did,” I said. “Janelle, you gave yourself to me. That’s a lot, and it was more than enough to make me feel very special, and very loved.”

“You really mean it?”

“Yeah, Sweetie,” I said, “I really mean it.”

She blushed and hugged me.

We showered, washing each other thoroughly. Janelle began to explore my body more confidently now, touching me under the guise of getting me clean. It was a wonderful, slow and sleepy shower; sensual, but not quite erotic. An affectionate time for both of us, an exploratory time for Janelle.

When we finished, we went to the kitchen and ate cold leftover pizza. Then we took up a position on the couch, turning the television on. I pulled the afghan from the back of the couch, covering us both. Within fifteen minutes, we were both asleep, wrapped in one another’s arms.

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