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My Niece Janelle, Chapter 10

  • Posted on January 19, 2017 at 2:21 pm

By Muffi

Author’s Note: To say that I had help with this chapter would be an understatement of massive proportions. I ran up against… Something. Call it writer’s block, call it lack of creativity, call it whatever, I simply found myself stuck and unable to finish this chapter when it was less than half done. My editor, the inimitable JetBoy, took on the task of completing the chapter for me — no mean feat when you consider that a second author, coming into a story late, has to try to imitate the original author’s voice. I’ve touched nothing since he sent it back to me other than formatting it for the web, I didn’t change a thing that he wrote. I owe him a debt of gratitude for helping me with this story — as do all of the loyal Janelle fans out there.


I’d never been so aroused in my life.

I was lying on the bed, propped up by several pillows so I could look down and see what was happening between my legs. My feet were drawn up, thighs splayed wide. Nine-year-old Sara was on her knees, her cute little rump raised high in the air as she licked my pussy — somewhat awkwardly, to be sure, but that didn’t alter the fact that her tongue was driving me mad with lust.

I reached down to place one hand on the back of Sara’s head, helping to guide her movements a little–though honestly, her licking felt so lovely that it didn’t matter what she did.

My other arm was curled around Janelle, hand reaching down to stroke her pert little ass. She was stretched out on her side next to me, fingers toying with one nipple, then the other; tweaking them, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take without passing out.

Then I felt the tide start to rise inside as my body began to quiver. My vision faded, became grey around the edges. It was happening, I was coming — and it was going to be huge.

I screamed out loud as the waves broke over me, causing my hips to thrust involuntarily over and over, probably smacking the hell out of poor Sara’s nose in the process. I was beyond caring, though, and couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. As I came, and came, and came yet again, I heard Janelle’s excited voice.

“You did it, Sara!” she exclaimed. “See? I told ya you could. You made her come!”

As yet another climax racked my body, I bolted upright, grunting loudly. As my vision cleared, I saw Janelle coming awake, blinking sleepily. I’d been dreaming.

I dreamed my way to an orgasm, I thought. A damn good one, too.

Janelle looked at me questioningly. “S’matter?” she mumbled.

“Nothing, Sweetie,” I replied. “I was just having a dream.”

“A nightmare?” she asked, suddenly concerned.

“No, just very realistic,” I said. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be fine after I pee.”

Janelle snickered at me. “Good thing ya didn’t dream you were peeing,” she said. “I did that once, and I wet the bed.”

I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “Go to sleep, smartypants. I love you.”

“Love you too, Meagan.”

I got out of bed and, on shaky legs, made my way to the bathroom, where I sat down, both to pee and to relieve the sudden dizzy spell that hit me right then. My orgasm had been that powerful. I had no idea it was even possible to come so intensely without touching myself.

I wondered if I dared to confide in Janelle about what I’d dreamed, my vision of her and Sara pleasuring me at the same time.

On one hand, it would probably excite the hell out of her, and might get her thoughts moving in a very interesting direction. On the other, I didn’t want to encourage Janelle to include Sara in our lovemaking. I wasn’t ready to take that step. At least, not consciously. Subconsciously, it seemed that I craved Sara more than I was willing to admit to myself.

I wiped, shivering as tissue-covered fingers brushed against my sensitive clit, trying to retrieve more details from the dream I’d just had and coming up short. No sweet seduction, no drawn-out foreplay — just Sara going down on me, Janelle cheering her on. Oh, well, that much would be enough to fuel my masturbation fantasies for a month. Most mornings, I woke with only a few fleeting fragments of whatever I’d dreamed the night before.

I stood, yawned, stretched, then turned to flush the toilet before making my way back to bed, sidestepping Janelle’s sneakers along the way. Sara was on the left, curled into a ball beneath the blanket, only the top half of her face showing. Janelle was sprawled out in the center, her arm stretched out where I needed to be. I suspected that her leg was over on my side, too. My niece was a restless sleeper, always moving about in the night. She stole the covers, too. Good thing I loved her so desperately.

Approaching the bed, I gently took Janelle’s hand, lifting the sheet enough for me to drape her arm across her tummy. Then her eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, Meagan,” she whispered.

“Hey yourself. Scooch over some, kiddo — quit hogging the bed.”

Sticking her tongue out at me, Janelle shifted herself to the center, and I gratefully slipped beneath the blanket. The house tended to cool down in the early morning hours, and the bed’s warmth felt absolutely delicious. Having two little girls to provide extra body heat didn’t hurt, either.

I settled in, yawned again, and relaxed, savoring that divine feeling of drifting into slumber.

Suddenly I felt a hand — Janelle’s hand, gently caressing my belly. This was not the lazy, idle touch of a sleepy little girl, either. My niece was clearly awake, and in the mood to play.

I remained motionless, trying to decide how to handle this. Did Janelle really want to fool around right then, with Sara asleep next to her? More to the point, did I want that?

Weighing the risk of discovery against the thrill of furtive sex with my nine-year-old lover, I found myself… unable to decide. Golly gee, what a surprise.

Then I felt Janelle pressing herself into my side, her leg sliding over mine and down to nestle between my thighs. I swallowed hard as I detected the warmth of her vulva, moving against my skin as my niece eased herself on top of me.

Okay, I told myself, I need to stop this, right now. Bad idea, Meagan, very bad.

Naturally, I did no such thing.

With a wriggle of the hips, Janelle settled herself on me. She had her head resting on one breast, her mouth a fraction of an inch from the nipple. Her hand rested low on my belly, fingers nearly grazing the top of the mons, a thigh pressing lightly against my crotch.

Tired as I was, Janelle was bringing me to life, making me want her. I felt my pussy give a little clench as I became aware of where her leg was touching me.

Then, instead of making the big move like I was expecting her to, Janelle surprised me by relaxing with a blissful sigh.

Oh, okay. Guess she just wants snuggling, not sex. I was a little disappointed, but somewhat more relieved.

Curling an arm around Janelle’s bare back, I allowed myself to exhale, releasing the erotic tension I’d just built up. A minute of two later, I even managed to doze off.

Suddenly, I was jerked awake when I felt a mouth fasten itself to my nipple.

As she suckled, bringing a soft moan to my lips, a hand crept between my legs, fingers moving against my pussy. Oh, my fucking God — Janelle was masturbating me!

Given the inconvenient fact that Sara was asleep right next to Janelle, I knew that I should put a stop to this, but I was powerless to do anything. All this girl had to do was touch me, and I was lost.

I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t even want to know if Sara was awake for what I was now certain was going to be a live sex show, starring Meagan and Janelle. Okay, I was lying about that. Really, I was hoping she was awake. But if I didn’t open my eyes, I could pretend that I didn’t know.

Having put up my token resistance, I relaxed and let Janelle have her way with me.

She obviously wanted to be “in charge” tonight, and I was only too willing to let that happen. I felt her small body slide across mine as she moved on top of me, one leg rubbing against my pussy as she sought and found my mouth with hers. The kiss was deep, full of things we still hadn’t spoken of to each other, but we both knew existed below the surface. We would talk eventually, but for now, lips and tongues were sufficient.

I was trying to keep quiet, not wanting to rouse Sara, but when Janelle’s warm mouth returned to my nipple, I couldn’t stop a loud gasp from escaping. She drew her teeth slowly along the length of it, scraping lightly, then sucked as much of my breast into her mouth as she could. Back and forth, from one to the other she went, showering me with loving attention. I could have lain there for hours, just reveling in the sensations of her lips, tongue, fingers and breath on my breasts.

Not likely to happen. Janelle was just getting warmed up.

She began to wriggle her way downward, moving between my legs. This caused her upper thighs, then her bare mound to graze my pussy. At the instant of that divine contact, I seized Janelle’s ass and held her right where she was, grinding my vulva against hers. I still had my eyes closed, but I had no need to see. Right then, touch was everything.

I was on fire, alive with lust. The urge was there to take Janelle; roll my niece onto her back and have my way with her. But I knew that she needed to be the one in control right then, so I released her flawless little bottom and forced myself to relax.

I felt Janelle’s mouth glide down my belly, her tongue leaving long, wet trails on my skin. Some other time, I’ll have to teach her about blowing on my skin after licking it, I thought.

When the tip of her tongue touched the very top of my slit, my breath hissed sharply. Her fingers carefully pried my cunt open, then she dipped her head to lick me from bottom to top. I groaned, finally giving into the desire to look. I had to see her while she pleasured me. Lifting my head slightly, I opened my eyes and peered down to where Janelle lay between my thighs.

It was like she’d known I was going to look. Her gaze was awaiting mine, a soft, pretty smile on her face. Her fingers caressed my labia as I drank in the sight her, then she spoke.

“I wanna do somethin’ for you,” she said softly.

“Do anything you’d like, Sweetie,” I sighed. “I’m all yours.”

“You have to trust me, ‘kay?” she said.

Hesitating only briefly, I nodded. What on earth was she up to?

I was about to find out. Glancing over to where Sara lay, Janelle reached out to nudge her friend, trying to wake her up.

“Janelle!” I gasped in horror. “Don’t!”

Too late. Sara was wide awake, staring at Janelle as she played with my pussy.

I was paralyzed with fear. This is how dirty old dykes go to jail, I told myself, waiting for Sara to recoil in disgust. Instead, she scooted closer to me!

“Can I watch?” she asked Janelle, eyes dancing with excitement.

What the fuck? Could I be dreaming again?

I felt Sara’s naked hip pressing against mine and knew that I wasn’t dreaming. On the other hand, I was so stunned that all I could do was stare at her like an idiot. Then I glanced down at Janelle to find her gazing back at me, flashing a wicked grin as if she’d just gotten away with something.

That look of hers, coupled with the divine things Janelle’s fingers were doing to my pussy, put my head in a place where I simply ceased to worry, giving myself up to the moment. If this is what Janelle wants, and Sara’s into it too… then damn the consequences.

After what only seemed like hours, I felt something different. There were now three hands between my legs, caressing and stroking my pussy. I wondered idly how that could be, then let myself drift on the lovely sensations those hands were creating.

I felt the fourth hand when it came into contact with my clit, turning the mildly warm waves of pleasure I’d been experiencing into shots of molten electricity. That caused my hips to jerk violently, dislodging the fingers that had found the swollen nub. I whimpered, reaching down to grab that hand and guide it back to its rightful place.

In fumbling for the hand, though, I opened my eyes.

The image I saw at that instant will be forever burned into my mind.

Both girls were as naked as the day they were born. Janelle knelt between my splayed thighs, four fingers of one hand buried in my soaked pussy, her other hand fondling my labia. Her strawberry blonde hair was askew, floating around her head like a soft cloud. Sara’s hair was mussed as well, only hers looked dark and wild as she used the thumb of one hand to rub at my clit, the other hand imitating Janelle’s, stroking my pudenda. The girls were caressing each other’s hands, exchanging happy smiles as they brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

I felt Janelle’s fingers leaving my pussy. I briefly lamented the loss, then she propped herself on an elbow beside me. “Sara wants to be the one to make it happen,” she explained, “so I’m just gonna play with your boobies while she does.”

“What… what if I don’t want my boobies played with?” I panted.

Janelle grinned. “You do. You so know you want me to.”

“Shut up and do it, then!” I gasped. Janelle snickered at me, but moved to capture the nearest nipple with her mouth.

My attention was forced back to Sara — or more accurately, to what Sara was doing to me. Her thumb was moving in a constant circle around my clit, driving me insane with lust. With her other hand, she stroked and squeezed my vulva, then, as though she could read my thoughts, wriggled two fingers into my pussy. I moaned, pushing back against this sweet invasion, clutching at the bedding as she began to slide them in and out.

I was in heaven. I had my niece stretched out naked beside me, her mouth doing wonderful things to my nipple. I had Sara between my legs, her busy fingers about to bring me to orgasm. I stared at Sara, turned to look at Janelle, and that was when I lost it.

My pussy seemed to scream in the intensity of my climax. Somehow in that moment, Janelle managed to lock her mouth to mine in a heated kiss, and I sucked greedily at her tongue as waves of pleasure continued to shake me. I had Sara’s wrist locked in a death grip with her fingers buried in my cunt, a thumb pressed against my clit.

It seemed to go on and on and on, my orgasm… finally, my head simply shut down.

The next thing I remember is hearing whispers.

“See? I toldja you could do it. And you did, Sara. You made it happen.”

“Yeah… but is she gonna be mad?”

“Maybe. But only for a little while if she is.”

“I’m gonna be so embarrassed to look at her. I mean, I touched her… down there!”

“Don’t be embarrassed. She wanted you to. I know she did.”

“I don’t know.”

“Huh. You oughta see how she watches you when you’re not payin’ attention! Believe me, Meagan wanted you bad.

I lifted my head. “Talking about me, girls…?”

“No,” came the sing-song chorus. Janelle, the little sneak, had a look of perfect innocence on her face.

I regarded both of them, enjoying Sara’s pretty blush as my gaze fixed on her. Suddenly she didn’t seem to know where to put her hands. “I think you two owe me a little explanation, don’t you?”

“Please don’t be mad, Aunt Meagan,” said Janelle. “It was my idea… so if you’re mad, be mad at me, not Sara. She didn’t want to in the first place. I kinda made her do it.”

“Really?” I said. “For someone who didn’t want to, she sure seemed to enjoy fingering my pussy.” I watched Sara’s blush deepen.

“Well, me and Sara play like that, too. Together, I mean. With each other. But you knew that anyway. So, Sara kept asking me how I know so much about sex, and I told her someone showed me. And she was dyin’ ta know who it was, and I didn’t tell for the longest time, I swear! But I know Sara now, and I trust her. She won’t tell anybody at all — will you, Sara?”

Sara simply shook her head, wild black hair flying as she stared at me, wide-eyed. “You knew?” Sara swiveled to gape at Janelle. “She knew about us? Oh, my God!” She covered her crimson face with both hands.

“Besides,” Janelle continued, “I knew you wanted her like that, Aunt Meagan. I can tell by how you look at her. Sara didn’t believe me ’bout that, but I know it’s true. So all I did was help you guys do somethin’ that you both wanted to happen, cuz Sara’s had a crush on you for like — like ages! She told me –”

I silenced Janelle with a glare and an emphatic shake of the head. She meant well, but was only making things more awkward for poor Sara, who by then was on the verge of tears.

I touched Sara’s hand. She lifted her head to peer at me with stricken eyes, then quickly looked away.

“Sara.” I said softly, “It’s true. I knew about you and Janelle. But you have to understand, that’s what attracted me to you in the first place — knowing what the two of you were doing, and thinking that I could never experience that with you. You’re a gorgeous, sexy little girl.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll probably rot in hell for this, but… I want us to be lovers, Sara.”

She gaped at me in disbelief. “You do? Really and truly?”

I squeezed her hand. “Really and truly. You, me, and Janelle. All three of us.” I turned to give my niece a stern look. “That means just the three of us, Janelle. No more surprises like this. I mean it.” To her credit, Janelle had the good grace to look embarrassed.

As for Sara, she was giving me a look of adoration that could have defrosted a tundra. “Oh, Meagan!” she sobbed, then threw her arms around me. Naturally, Janelle had to get in on the action, and the next thing I knew I was covered in naked girls, squirming and wriggling against me in a very wonderful way.

Tempting as the prospect of staying in bed with these two sounded, I needed to get up, or Colleen would walk in to find me with two nude sex slaves at my feet, one of them her daughter. After everything she’d been through, that was one shock I didn’t want her to experience.

It was early, but not too early. I announced that I needed to go make coffee, which they both insisted they had to have as well. I told the girls to get dressed, then set off for the kitchen. As I descended the stairs, I heard one excited stage whisper, “Oh my God — sleepovers are gonna be awesome from now on!” followed by a burst of giggles.

By the time the two of them had made their way downstairs, they were greeted with one oversized pancake each. Mine was still on the griddle. I noticed that Sara moved her chair very close to mine; when I sat down with my pancake, my new sidekick was right at my elbow. I worried briefly about how Janelle might view this, but when I looked at her, she was grinning hugely at me, eyes filled with laughter. She was fine.

I’d given each of them a cup of coffee, highly over-sweetened and diluted significantly with milk so it would appeal to the palates of nine-year-olds. They thought that they were quite grown up, too. After sampling my black coffee, they both concluded that I must be either an alien invader or simply out of my mind, since no sane human would ever drink something so nasty.

The girls wanted to play outside, so I opened the garage door, telling them to stay on the driveway or the front lawn, where I could keep an eye on them from the living room. Watching the two of them play hopscotch was far from an unpleasant task, given that Janelle wore an almost non-existent pair of pink and white shorts with a cami top, and Sara had on a flowery little sundress that showed off her legs quite nicely. I poured a second cup of coffee and sat next to the window to watch them play.

As the girls got caught up in their game, I considered the events of the past few weeks.

Sara had become a fixture at my house — a good thing, too, considering what had happened this morning. I was still nervous about that, but surprisingly, not as worried as I might have been. Sara and Janelle had been doing each other long enough for me to feel certain that Sara was comfortable with sex. More importantly, she was also as much in love with Janelle as it’s possible for a nine-year-old to be — and for Janelle’s part, those feelings were mutual. I’d known my niece for her whole life, and can tell when she loves someone.

Caution was still my watchword, though. I didn’t want to know what Colleen might do if she found out I was introducing her nine-year-old daughter to the joys of lesbian sex. I was going to have to have a very serious talk with both girls about the need for discretion, at least when it came to our little ménage à trois. I hated to put that kind of pressure on them, but it couldn’t be helped.

I gazed for long, long moments at the two little lovelies cavorting in my driveway. There was no going back, I understood that now. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d become, but I knew that I couldn’t change it. I had no one to talk to about these new feelings. No one but the girls, that is, and I wasn’t sure I wanted the logic of nine-year-olds to convince me that I was normal, that the things I was doing with these two kids was okay.

It may be wrong, I reflected, but it most surely feels right.

I caught a glimpse of Sara’s sensible white cotton panties when her sundress flew up as she jumped through the hopscotch squares. That quick flash was enough to bring a small twinge of arousal to my pussy. I immediately flashed back on her bringing me to orgasm that morning, causing a trickle of wetness to seep from inside me.

Meagan, I told myself, you are a disgusting pervert. Oddly enough, the thought made me smile.

I headed to the kitchen for my third cup of coffee — yes, I’m that much of an addict. I almost made it there before the girls came bursting through the front door and pounded down the hall towards me. Janelle was shrieking my name, Sara laughing like a fool. Apparently, Sara had been taking great delight in showing off her panties for whoever might be passing by on the street. They both found this to be hilarious.

I stared at Sara, amazed. How had the frightened, painfully shy girl I’d first met at Janelle’s birthday party blossomed into this giggling, boisterous little exhibitionist?

“Careful,” I said, “that kind of behavior will make people talk about you.”

“They already do,” Janelle said.

“Yeah,” said Sara, “they call us dykes at school.”

“Oh, wait,” said Janelle, “we are dykes!” This set the two of them off into peals of laughter.

“You sound pretty sure of that,” I said. “No boys at all for you two?”

That set off a chorus of miscellaneous sounds of revulsion.

“Really?” I teased. “No boy at school makes you feel all warm and squishy in your… well, you know.”

“Ew!! That’s really disgusting, Meagan,” said Janelle. “Lettin’ a boy touch you there. That’s so gross!”

“You’re the one who brought up touching, not me,” I said, grinning.

“It’s still gross,” she shot back.

I figured I’d better give it a rest before I really pissed her off. Kids these days can’t take a joke. “Well then, if you say no boys, then no boys it is. Girls only!”

“‘Sides, who needs boys? We can have way more fun without ‘em,” said Sara.

Naturally, that remark got me thinking about the kinds of fun a woman and two little girls could have without boys — and that surge of desire I’d felt moments ago reared its wicked head again. Not only a disgusting pervert, I told myself, but an insatiable one.

A glance at the clock put the brakes on my lust, though, telling me that Sara’s Mom was due to pick her up at any moment. I told the girls to take themselves upstairs and get Sara’s things ready to go. Not that this was necessary, strictly speaking. Over the past couple of months, she’d left a lot of her clothes and other items in Janelle’s room. Apparently, I’d become Sara’s daycare provider by default.

I wasn’t complaining in the least, mind you — especially now that things had taken such a lovely turn with her.

Still, much as I hungered for Sara, I was definitely looking forward to an evening alone with Janelle. With school nearly out for the summer, she’d be spending a lot more time with me. She was already at my house more than at her home, and I knew that she’d practically be living here when vacation started. It promised to be an amazing summer, without a doubt.

I heard Colleen calling from the living room and went to meet her, summoning Sara downstairs on my way. I felt a momentary pang of conscience when I first saw her, wondering what Colleen would think if she knew of the things I’d been up to with her daughter. I was relatively certain that they wouldn’t be happy thoughts.

Sara trooped downstairs with her things, Janelle bringing up the rear. “Aunt Meagan, can Sara stay again tomorrow night? Monday’s the last day of school, and we wanna go together.”

“If it’s okay with her Mom, it’s fine with me,” I replied. Perfect, I thought. A night alone with Janelle, then a night with both of them. One lesbian’s version of paradise.

“If you’re sure it’s okay,” said Colleen, “then I’ll drop her off on my way to work.”

“Of course it’s okay,” I said. “We’ll have a blast. We can call it Ladies’ Night!” This brought peals of laughter from the two girls.

After some more small talk, Colleen and Sara left for the night. As their car puttered away, I collapsed onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

“You two wear me right out, I swear,” I said, pretending to be grouchy.

“Well, we can stop… if ya want us to,” said Janelle, arching an eyebrow.

“Don’t even think that way,” I growled. Changing my demeanor, I asked, “Hey! How’d you like to go on a date tonight? Dinner for two, then a good movie, and then I’ll bring you back home and make love to you all night long. Sound interesting?”

Her mouth formed a perfect O. “You mean like a real date?”

“Of course, silly. Would I take you on a fake date?”

“I gotta get ready!”

“Janelle, it’s not even noon yet! You have plenty of time!” Too late, she was bounding up the stairs.

I stood at the foot of the stairs. “Janelle, do you still have your leather outfit here?” A muffled affirmative response. “Why don’t you wear that, and I’ll wear mine. We can match.” A significantly louder “WOOT” of agreement.

A short time later, I heard Janelle’s boots on the stairs. She strutted into the living room, instantly taking my breath away. I have no idea how long it was before she said, “What?”

I closed my comically gaping mouth and stared at Janelle. “Sweetie,” I said softly, “do you have even the faintest idea of how beautiful you are?” Downcast eyes and a deep blush were her only reply.

I went to her, dropped to my knees, and hugged her. “You are the most incredible girlfriend any woman could ever have. I’m so lucky you love me.”

“I do love you, Meagan — lots and lots,” she said, her arms snaking around my neck. “You make me feel so special.”

“That’s because you are special,” I whispered.

We held the embrace for a long while, then I pulled away. “Well, I need a shower — desperately. And now that you’ve gotten me all excited, so do you. If we’re going on a real date, I want you to smell pretty and be clean.”

“I’m clean,” Janelle protested.

“Did you shower yet today?” I asked.

A sheepish look. “No.”

“Then I’ve got news for you, youngster — you’re not clean,” I said. “But if you’re very good, I’d be willing to share a shower with you.”

Yes, I know — transparent as hell. But I knew it would work.

She peered thoughtfully at me. “So… do we get to wash each other and not just ourselves?”

See? What did I tell you?

I rolled my eyes. “Is there any other way for two girls to get clean?”

Janelle’s grin nearly blinded me. Seizing my hand, she practically dragged me to the stairs, not letting go until we were in the upstairs bathroom. With a dramatic flourish, she slid the shower door open and turned the water on, giving it time to warm up while we got naked. That task was accomplished in under ten seconds, then we were standing beneath the hot water.

I dropped to my knees in front of Janelle, closing my eyes as I leaned in to kiss her mouth — gently, but we let it linger. When she finally pulled away with a tiny gasp, her chest was heaving.

“Oh, baby girl, I love you so very much,” I breathed.

Janelle wrapped her arms around my neck and moved in for a close, firm embrace. “I love you, too, Meagan,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re gonna be my girlfriend forever an’ ever.”

Not likely, I wistfully told myself, but didn’t say so. Regardless, I loved the idea.

With a sigh, I released the slippery little girl from our embrace. After all, we only had so much time to get ourselves clean before my libido took over.

“Me first!” Janelle squealed, picking up the bottle of body wash and my trusty loofah.

“You know what, Sweetie? I think it would be much nicer if we just use our hands on each other, don’t you?”

I watched her consider this for all of two seconds, then cast the loofah aside and squirt a generous dollop of body wash into her hand.

Thirty seconds later, all thoughts of controlling my lust had flown right out the window and headed south with the birds. Looks like we’re gonna get more dirty than clean today, I thought.

Janelle’s slick little fingers were roaming freely over my body, working the sweet-scented soap into a fine lather. She made me raise my arms and washed under them, then her hands slid around to cover my breasts, playfully thumbing the nipples until they were so stiff they ached. She had no intention of stopping there, though, and a shiver raced through me when one of her hands began a slow glide down my belly.

At the first touch of her finger, a low moan escaped me. I shifted my legs, spreading them a bit to give her full access to my pussy, which I decided was in desperate need of a thorough cleanup from my little lover.

As her hand continued its journey downward, another finger joined the first between my labia, making its way towards what I knew Janelle wanted. Sure enough, she wasted no time inserting one, two, then finally three fingers into my pussy.

I came instantly, my cry absurdly loud.

Somehow, I managed to brace myself against the shower wall before my legs gave out completely. My head was spinning, like it always did when an orgasm hit before I expected it to. It hadn’t been an earth-shaker, but it rocked my little world.

When my pleasure subsided and I could breathe again, I stared down at Janelle, who was removing her fingers from my cunt. As I watched, she slipped all three fingers into her mouth and sucked at them. I almost came again, just from seeing that.

“My turn,” I said quietly.

She shook her head emphatically. “No! I haven’t finished yet. I gotta do your back, too.”

With a mock sigh, I turned around. Placing both hands on the shower wall, I spread my legs apart as if I were about to be frisked. Oh, Officer Janelle, I’ve been a verrrry bad girl…

Janelle started at my shoulder blades, slowly working her way down. She fondled my ass for a while with her slick, soapy hands, then I felt her fingers slipping between my buttocks. I shifted my feet even further apart, opening myself up to her.

When her index finger tickled my rosebud, I gasped, which only inspired Janelle to further exploration. She began to stroke my anus, tentatively pressing a fingertip against the rubbery muscle.

“Sweetie,” I gasped, “it’s okay if you want to put a finger in there. I like that.”

By way of response, I felt her probing me with a bit more serious intent. Suddenly, my rectum was being penetrated by a nine-year-old’s finger. I pushed back against it, encouraging Janelle to go deeper.

Not only did she do just that, Janelle went one better — bringing a second finger into play. I gasped again, and when she sent a third finger wriggling into my ass, I had to stop her.

“Wait, Sweetie,” I panted, pulling away. “Let me make this easier for you.”

I got down on all fours in the shower, my ass thrust out toward Janelle, ready to take whatever my little lover could dish out. “Okay,” I said, “now go inside me again.”

This time she slid four fingers into my butthole and, with a bit of encouragement, worked up a nice rhythm as she fucked me, hard and fast. Janelle couldn’t go as deep as my latex cock, but the width of her fingers as they plunged in and out of my back door had me seeing stars. I began to moan and quiver, then cried out as yet another climax racked my body.

That was my fourth orgasm so far that day, and it was still early afternoon. Clearly, I was going for the record books.

I came back to myself slumped over, forehead resting on the shower floor, Janelle carefully extracting her fingers from my ass. I rose on shaky legs, then turned to kiss my little love. “That was beautiful, Sweetie.”

“Does it really feel that good, having fingers in your butt?” Janelle asked, a curious glint in her eyes.

I couldn’t help but smile. Seemed as if a certain nine-year-old I knew wanted to experience anal play for the first time…

“It certainly does, Sweetie,” I replied. “Want me to show you what it’s like?” A pretty smile and a vigorous nod of the head. “Okay, then. We have a few hours before we need to leave. Let me get you cleaned up, then we’ll go play in bed for awhile before our date.”

I washed the less naughty parts of Janelle’s body first — arms, legs, shoulders, back — leaving the rest for last. When I finally got to those special places, my niece was so keyed up that she was practically dancing, shifting restlessly from foot to foot. By then I’m sure Janelle suspected that I’d simply forgotten to return the favor she’d just done for me. Little did she know.

With soap-slicked hands, I began to caress Janelle’s smooth chest, allowing my fingers to lightly tease her tiny nipples, pausing to trace a circle around one. Though there was little response from the nipples themselves, Janelle was breathing rapidly, her cheeks flushed a lovely pink. Then, still stroking her chest with one hand, I let the other slowly glide down my little lover’s belly, seeking the treasure between her legs.

Finally I cupped her perfect little pussy in my hand, one finger gently manipulating her clit. She gasped, her body slumped against mine, pressing that cute butt of hers into my groin, which only sharpened my appetite for her. That fifth orgasm of the day — it was looking more and more like a very real possibility.

As I masturbated Janelle, I suddenly felt the water beginning to lose some of its warmth. My water heater could be as uncooperative as a cranky baby, and I knew we only had a couple of minutes of heat left.

“Janelle, Sweetie,” I said softly, “we’re going to run out of hot water any second. Let’s go to bed and finish making love there.”

She nodded, and I reluctantly took my hands away from her body, then switched off the faucet.

Believe me, you’ve never seen two females emerge from a shower and hit the sheets faster than we did. Drying off was more of a promise than anything else. In moments, she and I were in bed together, and I was prepared to give Janelle something that would rock her world.

We shared a few messy kisses, then I gazed deep into my lover’s eyes. “So. You want to know what it’s like to have your bottom played with, huh?”

Her cheeks flushed a bit, but Janelle was too aroused to be bashful. “Yeah!” she replied.

I patted the bed. “Get up on your hands and knees, and we’ll see what we can do about that.”

In a twinkling Janelle was on all fours, thrusting out that adorable rump and wiggling it to and fro, then peering back over her shoulder to grin at me. “Hey, Meagan?”

I was half-hypnotized by my little imp’s sinuous movements, and she knew it, too. Amazing that even after all the sex Janelle and I had enjoyed together, the sight of her nude body still left me lightheaded, my cunt throbbing.

Still, I at least managed to respond to my niece’s question. “What’s up, hon?”

Another delicious wriggle. “D’you think I have a pretty butt?”

I felt an urge to laugh, but thought better of it. There it was, that gorgeous prepubescent ass, practically taunting me, begging to be licked and kissed… and my sexy brat of a niece wanted to know if I thought it was pretty. Words fail me.

I reached out to place my right hand upon one taut globe, slowly spreading my fingers, watching her bottom clench very slightly to my touch. “Yes, Janelle,” I replied. “Your butt is lovely.” My left hand joined in, then I was cupping those firm yet wonderfully soft cheeks. “I’ve had dreams about your bottom, Sweetie. I imagine myself… doing things to it.”

“Yeah?” I can feel Janelle quiver, just a bit. She’s playing it cool, but there’s an undercurrent of excitement in her voice that gives the game away. “Like wh-what?”

I’m smiling. Got you right where I want you, little one. Your ass is mine. ”Oh…” I answer casually, “sometimes, for instance, I dream of doing this…”

Prying Janelle’s buttocks apart, I take a long slobbery lick through her crack.

“Meagan!” she gasped. “Ooooohhhhhthat feels s-s-so…” Her voice trails off in a low moan, suddenly muffled as she buried her face in the pillow.

I licked up and down in the cleft between Janelle’s cheeks, bathing her tender rosebud. Then I focused on the anus itself, circling it with the tip of the tongue; then pressing against it as if I wanted to penetrate her. I once had a lover named Clarise who was into back door sex in a major way, and she taught me everything there was to know about rimming. It sure seemed to be working that old voodoo on Janelle, who was squirming in ecstasy while I feasted on her ass.

Thanks, Clarise, wherever you are, I mused as I gave Janelle’s butthole a deep tongue kiss. If we ever happen to meet again, the drinks are on me.

I was just about to slip a hand between Janelle’s thighs to tease her clit, but then I realized that she was already masturbating. A tiny mewling sound was coming from her lips; growing stronger and louder as her body began to shiver. I could read the signs: she was about to come, and it was going to be a real mind-bender.

A violent jerk shuddered through Janelle’s body and she threw her head back, a wild cry filling the bedroom as her orgasm kicked in. I just kept lapping at her butt through it all, feeling my lover’s pleasure rise, then wash away. Finally, she went limp, slumping to one side.

I gently rolled Janelle onto her back, then used a corner of the bedsheet to mop her brow. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave me a sleepy smile.

“Wow,” she sighed. “That was… pretty cool.”

“Only ‘cool’?” I mock-scowled. “What about ‘utterly fantastic, magnificent, fucking incredible’?”

“Yeah, those too.” She giggled. “I never thought about licking someone’s butthole to make ‘em feel good. Seems kinda weird.”

I lay down beside Janelle, drew her into my arms, kissed her forehead. “Sometimes weird stuff is the best, though.”

“Hmmm. I s’pose.”

“Well, a woman making love to her nine-year-old niece might seem, I don’t know, a little strange to some folks.”

Janelle grinned. “That’s ’cause they don’t know how utterly sensational, fantastic and, um, fucking great it is!” We laughed, then she gave me a bashful look. “Um, Meagan…?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Can I lick your butt now? I want to try it.”

I pursed my lips thoughtfully. “Are you sure, Sweetie? Just because I did it to you doesn’t mean that you have to.”

She was already shaking her head. “No, no, I want to! If I’m a lesbian, then I wanna be really, really good at it. So I have’ta know all about making love, right? ‘Sides,” she adds with a smirk, “I bet it’s fun! C’mon, Meagan, let me lick your butthole, pretty please?”

Like she had to twist my arm.

“Okay, okay,” I muttered as I sat up, doing a rotten job of pretending to be grumpy.

Janelle, naturally, wasn’t fooled for an instant. “Ha! You know you want me to. Now c’mon, let me see it!”

My pulse was already starting to race as I got on hands and knees, presenting my ass to my naked nine-year-old niece so she could learn how to rim a woman. Kinky? Me? Damn straight.

I felt two small hands touch me, silkily gliding over and around my cheeks. “Your butt is so nice, Meagan,” Janelle sighed. “I love how soft an’ round it is. Makes me totally wanna kiss it.”

“Be my guest,” I whispered, growing lightheaded with excitement. I was tingling all over as I slowly lowered my head to the pillow, parting my legs even further.

Janelle’s thumbs crept into the cleft of my ass, carefully prying my buttocks open. Her warm breath caressed me as she drew closer. “Wow, your butthole is cute!” she giggled. “Guess I never really saw one before, not up close…”

Not for the first time, I congratulated myself for learning how to shave the crack of my ass baby smooth. It was a tricky feat to pull off, but usually proved to be a hit with my bedmates.

My cunt ached with need, as if I hadn’t already come just minutes ago. I was taut, fists clenched tightly, stretched like canvas on a frame as I waited for Janelle to make her move, to lick my asshole.

Instead, I felt her fingers lightly brush between my legs, her little hand moving to cup my vulva. “Oh, fuck,” my lips said without speaking the words. “Oh, fuck.”

Suddenly, catching me off guard, Janelle forced her mouth into my butt crack, giving my rosebud a heated French kiss.

“Ooooooohhh!” I cried, my head jerking up from the pillow. “Ohhhhhyyes, yes!”

Janelle needed no further encouragement, licking and kissing my anus like it was a treat she’d been saving for a special occasion, pleasuring me with the same childish excitement she always seemed to bring to our lovemaking. Right then, my crazy decision to take a nine-year-old girl as my lover seemed like the smartest move I’d ever made.

My niece’s fingers were busy while she rimmed me, gliding about and toying with the folds of my sex. She masturbated me clumsily, but it still felt amazing, especially when she made contact with my throbbing clit.

Damn, this is some seriously twisted shit, I told myself. And it’s the fucking best. If I’m dreaming again, don’t let me wake up for, oh, at least a week.

Janelle was really going to town on my ass, her tongue laving every inch of the puckered hole. Meanwhile, the heat between my legs was growing uncomfortably intense, almost painful. I needed to come, and I needed it now.

“B-baby,” I stammered desperately, lifting my head, “rub my pussy harder, t-touch my clit…”

Hesitating only momentarily in her licking, Janelle’s fingers pressed deeper into my sex, seeking the pearl in the oyster.

She found it, too. I felt the tips of her fingers surround my clit, then give it a pinch — harder than was necessary, but it set me off like a firework.

My body seized up almost convulsively, a sharp scream torn from my throat as my longed-for orgasm came crashing down. Blinding flashes of light were popping and exploding behind my eyes like old-fashioned camera bulbs, each flash a jolt of pure pleasure.

Janelle, bless her, never stopped rimming me while I jerked and bucked beneath her. I had to shove her hand away from my cunt, though, before she gave me a cardiac arrest with those fingers of hers. Her enthusiasm was lovely, but sometimes it could be too much of a good thing.

Finally I lay spent, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. I’ve gotta teach her how to be a little gentler with my clitoris, I told myself, reaching for Janelle, blindly drawing her into my arms.

“Holy smokes,” she exclaimed, nestling her body into mine. Mmmm, a perfect fit. “You came hard that time!”

“Think I blowed up,” I mumbled. “I blowed up real good.”

“That’s not right!” Janelle exclaimed. My eyes refused to open, but I smiled as I pictured the mock-stern look she was probably giving me right then. “It’s ‘blew up’, Aunt Meagan.”

“Fine, Miss Grammar Princess,” I retorted, idly mussing her hair. “Well, whatever you did, it was incredible. Sure you’ve never licked a woman’s ass before?”

She gave a snort of laughter. “Nope. I really liked it, too!”

I rolled lazily onto my back, taking a big armful of little girl with me. “Good. I’ll let you do it to me any old time. Oh, and it’s called ‘rimming’, by the way.” I pried an eye open, studying the peaceful face of Janelle, now resting on my breasts. “Tell you what, why don’t you rim Sara the next time you make love to her? Surprise her with it.”

“Cool idea!” she chirped. “Okay, now what do we do, Meagan?”

God, kids and their nonstop energy. Hard to believe I’d ever been that way myself.

“How ’bout this. Let’s do nothing for a while. In fact, why don’t we take ourselves a little nap? Get all refreshed for our date tonight.”

She made a face. “Only babies take naps in the afternoon.”

“And old ladies like me. C’mon, just snuggle with me for a while, all nice and quiet. It won’t kill you.”

“Okay, okay.” I felt her settle into me. “Meagan?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you. Lots an’ lots.”

I trailed a hand down her silken back. “I love you too, Sweetie.”

We lay together in cozy silence, punctuated now and then by the chirping of birds. Funny thing — Janelle fell asleep before I did. Her cheek rested against my nipple as she dozed peacefully.

For a couple of minutes I basked in perfect bliss with the cares of the world miles away, cradling a beautiful nude girl to me. Then I drifted off myself.

To be continued… eventually

EDITOR’S NOTE:  It is my intention to, at some point, write a concluding chapter to this story — both to bring it to a close and to honor Muffi and her wondrous creation. However, I am currently engaged in several other writing projects (not to mention the requirements of life itself), so it will take some time to complete. Thanks in advance for your patience. And as always, my warmest regards to Muffi. – JetBoy