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Lily Robin, Chapter 3

  • Posted on February 17, 2017 at 3:35 pm

By Louisa May

I got up to go downstairs, but Lily held onto my arm like a terrier. I smiled down at her. “I am The Babysitter.” I peeled her arm off me. “I have to go and see your mother out the door. It’s what we do.” I kissed the top of her head, then jumped back to avoid her renewed clutches. I grinned at her triumphantly and she stuck her tongue out.

“Wait, I’m coming down!” I called, and swung out the door.

Mrs. Claire was adjusting her hair in the mirror by the front door. “There is quiche in the refrigerator, and some chicken,” as she fluffed. “Oh, and a coconut cream pie. Have it all, I would eat far too much of it.”

“We’ll be fine, Mrs. Claire.” I now stood before her at the door.

“Oh please, call me Josette.” And she turned to face me.

“Oh, you look beautiful!”

“It’s very sweet of you,” and turned to the mirror again.” She smoothed the side of her dress, and studied her image.

“No, really, I mean it. You are gorgeous.”

At that, she smiled briefly, in her harried way. “Are the earrings too much?” They were dangling, and pearl. All I could do was shake my head in awe.

I don’t usually gush, but this woman’s transformation was extraordinary. She wore a purple one- shoulder dress that was made of some amazingly diaphanous material. I saw what Lily meant about her mother’s fascination with silk. This wasn’t silk, but something that transcended even that lush fabric. It shimmered, at once opaque and translucent, covering and showing.

My astonishment seemed to unnerve her after a bit. She made a little side pose for me. “Is okay?”

I clapped, twice. “Okay, no. Amazing, magnificent, sexy as hell, yes, absolutely.”

Her eyebrows rose, and I thought maybe I’d overstepped myself. Then she blushed, and laughed. “Sexy as hell? Well, a world-famous athlete says an old lady is sexy as hell!” She chuckled, still coloring. It looked well under her dark amber flip. “I’m doing well!”

I laughed too, more in relief, and touched her arm. “Oh right, old lady! What are you, like, 34? 35?”

She lowered her head and looked at me from under a brow. “How about 43?”

“SHUT UP!”

It startled her somewhat, and she stared at me, unsure.

“No, it’s. . . I meant ‘No Way’, it’s just . . .” I grimaced.

“Shut? Up?” She seemed to like that. “Means ‘No Way’ ?” She looked in the mirror and pointed at herself. “Shut Up!” She smiled back at me, satisfied. “I am really bad, my English sometimes, eeuu. . .especially idioms. I remember when I first came here, I heard someone say, “don’t have a cow,” and I thought, oh mon dieu, whatever could they mean??”

We laughed. An image of what Lily had told me just a few moments before flashed, and I had to catch my breath. Mrs. Claire, or Josette, was quite a lot lovelier right now than I remembered, or even ten minutes before, when she’d greeted me in her robe. There was something of the Audrey Hepburn in her look, but more rounded, less severe, and warmer, more vulnerable.

We stood looking at each other for a short time. Then she reached out and ran a hand down my arm. “Thank you so, so much for watching Lily. It’s very important to her.” As she spoke, I heard little feet on the stairs. “And to me. To us. Thank you.” She patted my arm.

A little voice said, “Kiss her good-bye, Mama!”

Josette rolled her eyes at me, but blushed all the same.

Lily persisted, leaning over the balustrade. “Kiss her, kiss her!”

And with a resigned smile, Josette leaned in and kissed my cheek. Briefly, but softly. I smelled a very light perfume. Really lovely. In my ear, she whispered, “She has missed you very much. She pretends to not, but I know.”

“Me, too,” I murmured. I glanced up at Lily, who seemed very interested in this.

Josette opened the door. “As I said, maybe 2:00? Or 3? But you brought your, your necessaries? Your overnight things?”

“Yes, I did, it’s no problem.”

Josette looked up at Lily, who threw a kiss. Her mother caught it and pretended to put it in her little reticule. To me she said, “I don’t know how long we will last, really. A Progressif Dinner, what is that?? But, Jacques’ bosses, so it must be done!”

The telephone rang.

Josette threw up her hands. “There, you see? Always!” And she almost ran back to the kitchen to get it.

I looked up at Lily, leaning over the balustrade. “Guess what?”

“What?”

She turned around and yanked down her shorts to her thighs. Stage whisper: “That’s what!”

“No fair. . .” I looked from her toward the kitchen. I heard Mrs. Claire talking, but couldn’t get what she said. Her tone seemed very nice, loud, accommodating, assuring. . .

I motioned to Lily as her mother returned. “Well! THAT. . . was your mother!”

I inanely pointed to myself. “MY mother?”

She nodded, somewhat amused by the evening’s absurdities. “She was in a rush, unlike me, I suppose – and so she had no time to talk to you, but apparently — your sister Lisa is back from Camp –”

“But Lisa’s not supposed to be back until Thursday!”

“Yes, but your mother said they, er, “extended” for two weeks, which meant that she wouldn’t see you –”

“Oh, no!”

“Yes, BUT, let me finish, BUT. . . Lisa has a day free, so your father drove her down so she could be with you –”

I looked at Lily, whose face wore an almost comic frown of despair.

“And so. . . I said to bring her over, she can have sleepover with you both, yes?” And she grinned at what she perceived to be her own brilliance.

Lily and I both just stared at her, then at each other, then back at Mrs. Claire, who repeated, “Yes?” She looked at me, suddenly unsure. “It’s okay?”

I nodded, slowly, hopefully. I could almost hear Lily’s little motor-brain buzzing away. And she burst out, “Yes! We can play and play and play! Come ON, Lisa!”

Her mother nodded, decisive. “I told Lois to put Lisa’s things in a case, and to come over when she could. And now,” she grabbed her own bag and keys, “I must fly! Adieu!” And she was out the door.

Lily started running down the stairs, patter-patter-patter, and I put a hand out. “Wait!”

Patter-stop.

“Wait ’til the car starts and goes.” She stayed in freeze position, like a Bugs Bunny outline on a wall. I smiled and heard the car leave. Lily eyed me like a well-trained puppy, not moving, until I said, “Okay, good girl!” And I opened my arms. She jumped.

Into what fit so well, so perfectly, as she pressed herself, her hot little crotch, right into my midsection, right under my heart; wrapped her legs ’round my back and her arms around my neck, and kissed my neck, my jaw, my ears, all over. As she kiss-kiss-kiss-kissed me, she made little mewling noises. I drank her in, smelling her heat, and fondling her busy little bottom.

Suddenly, she stopped and grabbed my face. Her face was red, and she stared into me with those big beautiful eyes. “Ohh, I want to be naked with you!” She said it almost angrily. “Kiss me like you did when I was telling you about Mommy.” And, still holding my face, she pressed her soft lips to mine, and allowed my tongue to open her up. I ran my tongue along her perfect little teeth, and felt her own small tongue respond.

She quickly broke away, leaning back. “Oh, I like this kissing!” And she dove back in, opening to my questing tongue. I felt her hips move, gyrating against me.

It felt like hours. But it wasn’t, and this time it was me breaking off. That lovely little rope of spit between us. Lily grinned, and tried to follow it back into my mouth like a strand of spaghetti.

“Wait.”

Pout. “Whaaat?”

I patted her butt. “We don’t know how long we have. Right?”

Pouting. “Right. . .” She idly poked my breast. She smiled. “Like a sponge.”

I gave her bottom cheeks a hard squeeze. “Listen, Missy Square Pants, we have to figure out what we’re going to do.”

“Squeeze my bottom again.”

“Lily!”

“I know, I know!!” She sighed dramatically and fell backwards in her double-jointed way, then popped back. “I know. “Cause I don’t really know Lisa that well. ‘Cause she’s always away at school. . .”

“And I hardly ever see her either, and she’s my sister –”

“Even though you’re like, fifty years older than her.”

“Ten.” I touched a finger to her nose. “I’m ten years older.” I carried her to the couch in the living room. “Hop down, hopalong.”

“Can I lie on your lap? Please?”

“We have to figure out –”

“I know, I know, I will! Please?? I won’t . . . I’ll be good.”

I patted my thigh. “Okay. Knock yourself out.”

She grinned, then stretched her small form across my lap, her bottom right at hand. She hummed innocently. “Just pet me like I’m your kitty, my bottom is your little kitty. ‘Kay?”

“Okay.” I idly patted her bum, which rose slightly to meet me. That polar fleece, so soft. . .  but Lisa might be here any minute, what to do. . . “And you, little girl, aren’t that much older than her, you know.”

“Ha! I am twelve, she is eight.” Her butt tightened with indignation. “I am a girl, she is a baby.”

I chuckled. “You are eleven –”

“Twelve next month –”

“And Lisa is nine.” I massaged Lily’s bottom thoughtfully. “But you’re right, I haven’t seen her since she was eight, God, last summer.”

Lily murmured into the cushion, “That’s when I saw her too.” She glanced back, and added pointedly, “when I was eleven, then, too.” Then she wriggled off my lap to kneel next to me. “But, I want to play with you,” she said in a very little-girl voice. She stroked my thigh, then leaned her head against my shoulder. “I want to so, so much,” and her voice got even smaller.

I tipped her face up, and saw that her eyes had welled up. I kissed her on the lips softly. “I know, honey.”

“I’ve wanted to play with you for so, so long, and here you are, but now. . .” She breathed a big-girl sigh.

“Lisa will probably be really tired. Maybe she’ll just go to sleep.”

“But she left her Camp just to see you.” She nuzzled my neck. “I’D leave my camp just to see you.” She kissed my neck, then muttered, “even though I never WENT to a stupid camp. . .”

I stroked her hair. “Well. . . we’ll just play it by ear, and maybe we can get some time by ourselves later tonight. . .”

Lily lat back on the couch and let her hair be stroked. “Yeah, just in time for Mommy and Daddy to come home. And Daddy will be drunk. . .”

“Hey.” I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder.

“Hey!”

I headed to the stairs.”We’re alone NOW. At least I can see if you’re a LITTLE clean. Right?” We had gotten to her room. I tossed her on the bed.

“RIGHT!” She was flushed and laughing. Immediately she stood on the bed and peeled off her shorts and blouse, and stood naked but for socks. She was grinning.

“Better get into clean check position! We don’t have much time!”

With a squeal, she jumped down onto her knees, like on a trampoline, and thrust her bare bottom up for my perusal. She was giggling. I glanced towards her bedroom door, which was open, in case of doorbell sounds. This was CRAZY! But Oh, so delicious.

“Make sure I’m clean!” Lily was holding her bottom open for me. As before — those years before – her little anus was pink and delicate-looking. But now it also had grown a dark little ring around it, with just the tiniest of little bumps in it. And the anus itself seemed more muscular, somehow.

And also, rather than the dewy sheen of a recent bath, there was a musky wetness, of sweat, and excitement–

“Look, remember?? My bottom wants to kiss you again!” And indeed, stirringly, Lily was making her little asshole open and close, expand and contract. . .

PFFFt!

“I pooted!” Lily laughed, a belly-laugh in her position. Which produced another PprrRRP! I watched the fart erupt from her, her anus dilating widely with the gas release. Oh my little angel!

“Well, how can I resist that?” And I opened my mouth and pressed into Lily’s asshole, kissing, licking, smelling, tasting. . .I felt the muscle resist at first, spasming as she giggled wildly, then relaxing more and opening to my tongue. Her little voice in the bedcovers started cooing “oh!”, in various tones.

I remembered our situation, and stopped. A tiny interrogatory sound from the bed. I turned Lily over, and she smiled at the memory. “Make me clean inside!” she whispered, and pulled her knees wide open, socks still on.

I looked down at Lily, my beautiful little lover. She looked at me smiling, trusting, her legs spread wide, her bare little crack glistening. God, she smelled so good – such a strong smell of Lily’s lust – of little-girl musk, of salt, pee, spice – Lily.

“Mmm, I want you to taste yourself in me. . Scooch over,” and I brought one of her legs down so I could lie by her side. The other leg was still out, knee bent and wide. Now I lay with her face inches away. I smoothed my hand over her lithe tummy, and just looked down at her. Such beauty.

She stared back at me, her lips slightly parted. A blush had suffused her whole upper body, from ears to belly. Her smooth skin felt so hot under my hand. I kissed her lips.

My hand ran down her belly, down her upper thigh, and back to her swollen pussy lips.

She watched my hand, then looked up at me again. “I love you, Louisa.”

“I love you, too, Lily.” I caressed her slick little vulva. “Let’s kiss, okay?”

She nodded happily, and her arms went around my neck as I leaned down and we began to kiss deeply. At the same time, my fingers began frigging her hot little twat, sliding around and around, her lips between my fingers, her clit rubbed and rubbed – my fingers sliding in, in, almost too deep. . . then out, around, around. All the while, we kissed and kissed, she squeaked and moaned and murmured and fluttered. . .

And soon her moans and murmurings became more urgent, and her hips rose and shook. Her little legs were almost split backwards on themselves, they were so open, and every so often, a finger would sink into her pulsing asshole, and she would pant into my mouth.

And then it was like she was absolutely astonished at the pleasure she was feeling – that it was almost too too much for her, and she began to cry at the same time she came – weeping, shaking, making little girl noises, and holding onto me tight, tight, tight as I masturbated her.

We lay in each others’ arms for quite a few minutes, just breathing. Then Lily rose onto her elbows beside me. “Now I want to see you naked.”

That’s when the doorbell rang.

 Chapter 4 is coming soon!

Lily Robin, Chapter 2

  • Posted on February 14, 2017 at 4:16 pm

By Louisa May

That was four years ago. The most erotic thing that ever happened to me. By far. For a few months afterward, I worried that They Knew: she had told her parents, and it was just a matter of time before I was sent off to some correctional facility and a ruined life. But nothing happened, things seemed to rush by for me, and before I knew it I was living at college in a town far, far away.

I did see Lily a few times in those four years, always with other people around. Communal gatherings like a neighborhood Christmas Eve party, or watching fireworks at 4th of July. She did come to me then, two or three years ago, and raised her arms to be picked up.

I was aware of the Claires (her parents), and my family, and I said, “Pick you up? You’re nine, Lily!”

“Eight!”

“Almost nine.” Her mother just rolled her eyes as Lily persisted. So I picked her up. She was still light as a feather.

“Let’s go over there!” She cried, and pointed to a vacant section of seawall. I groaned loudly, “Oh-Kay!” and her parents laughed. Her father called out “Good luck!” to me.

As we walked to the seawall, Lily planted kisses all over my head. “I miss you.” *smooch* “I miss you.” *smooch* – etc.

I murmured, “I miss you too, sweetheart. But I’ve been way too busy.”

“I know. . . .” I enjoyed her breath in my ear. “But how can I know if I’m clean after my bath?” She leaned away to look at me impishly, and actually thrust her hips into my belly.

Wooosh! I felt myself go all soft down there. “Oh my God, you are such a sexy little girl, how can you be so sexy?” I spoke in low tones and glanced around to make sure no one was seeing us.

She made a little innocent moue, and sighed theatrically. “I don’t know, I guess that’s just the kind of little girl I am.” She pressed her nose briefly to mine. “Hold me up underneath so you can squeeze my bottom.”

My arms were wrapped around her back, so I slid my hands down. She wore a little pink pastel summer jumper which hung down long enough to hide my hands as they felt the panties underneath. “Hey,” she whispered, “guess what underpants I have on.”

I felt her soft little butt squirm to my touch, trying to open up to me. The cloth was smooth and worn. “Hmm. . .” My fingers explored her hot crack and mushy middle parts. “Are they. . . purple?”

She nodded against my face and whispered, “feel my bagina and stuff. . .”

But then a neighborhood friend came along, and we had to behave.

And now, almost two years after that little episode, I’d arrived home for my summer break (I was off to Europe in a week), and gotten a call from Lily’s mother. Yes, she said, she realized Lily was twelve, well, twelve next month, and should be fine by herself, but she and her husband were going to be out until the wee hours, and Lois (my mother) had mentioned my being home from college – and well, would I mind babysitting, well not BABYsitting exactly, but just being here, just sitting in, you know – oh, that would be wonderful, thank you so much”. . . et cetera, et cetera.

Was my Lily still the same? Had impending teenage-hood made her more proper, less. . . wild? She was a looker as a child, so she must be a knockout by now; of course she’d have a zillion friends, and the kind of experience I’d had the pleasure to share with her those years ago was just not done in the right slumber party circles!

It made me a little sad, thinking that my lewd little Lily would very likely have grown out of that mad, feral stage of her life. She’d probably want to stay up in her room IM’ing all her friends, maybe watch Dancing with the Stars. . .

I was thinking all this as I dressed to go over there. And I had to admit to myself, with a surprised little giggle – I was actually nervous. Here I was, choosing what I’d wear like I was going on a freaking date! “Oh, come on!” I muttered to my image in the mirror. “She’s eleven, for God’s sake. And she won’t even know you’re there.”

I settled on a purple little Gap t-shirt (I loved its softness) with a low, ruffled neckline. And my old Lucky jeans, (in which my butt looks fabulous, I have to say). And a little surprise – in case she did happen to notice I was there.

I checked myself out. I was pretty, there was no doubt about that. In a dark way. A tad masculine, yes – I was, after all, on a volleyball scholarship – but all-in-all, pretty darn presentable. Sexy, even. And all for a twelve-year-old girl. I shook my head and pointed at myself. “You are bad.” I sighed. And dumb. . . Okay, let’s get this over with. Thick dark hair up in a scrunchie, and I’m out the door.

My doubts gained traction when Lily’s Mom, in curlers and a shiny, kimono-type robe, opened the door and told me her daughter was upstairs on her computer. It’s going to be a long night, I thought.

Mrs. Claire went on, “I’m supposed to meet Jacques at his Club, and obviously I am not ready, I am so sorry.” Jacques was Mr. Claire.

Mrs. Claire seemed pretty frazzled, in her half-made-up state; apologetic and annoyed at the same time. “He was supposed to pick me up here since one half-hour,” she hurried on. Her English faltered some when she was flustered. “But then he must work, so I must drive, and then the telephone rings, and everyone calling just now. Of course! Oh, la. . .”

She tucked a loose strand of dark amber hair behind her ear, and turned to head back to the master bedroom at the back of the spacious first floor. I was admiring her busy backside (was she naked under that robe?), when she turned quickly, surprising me.

“Oh, Lily said to tell you to go up. She’s doing her English homework, you could probably help, I don’t know, but. . .” She waved a hand in the direction of upstairs, smiled briefly, a gorgeous, quick smile, and turned again to get ready.

Well, at least I’d been. . . summoned. I went upstairs to play the tutor.

Her door was open. It had a True Blood poster on it, of a beautiful vampire lady licking her bloody lips. The poster was surrounded by red and purple hearts of all shapes and sizes.

Maybe she hadn’t changed much after all.

Lily herself was lying diagonally on her lushly appointed, queen-sized bed (nice to be the only child), propped on her elbows, reading a book. Her position clockwise on the bed was, say, 10:20, head towards the door. Her hair seemed even more luxurious than when I’d seen her last; a casual half tie-back that allowed the dark, lazy strands in front to caress her thin neck. The peasant blouse was different, but similar, looser at the top. And her shorts. . .

These were all the impressions of a moment, when I first saw her. Then she turned her head and saw me. Her expression barely changed – a slight smile, perhaps. She crooked a tiny finger and motioned me towards her. I complied, then sat on the edge of the bed when she patted it. Her smile widened slightly. Her lips had grown, too – they seemed to quiver with mischief.

She crooked her finger again, so I leaned in to her. She stage-whispered into my ear, “Yay! You’re finally here!” And she grinned.

I smiled at her, so relieved that she was still the Lily I knew, the crazy little randy boozer Lily! In fact, I was surprised at how relieved I felt. It was as if I’d found something I had desperately hoped not to lose. “I’m glad, too,” I murmured.

She took my left hand and held it against her smooth face. My palm cupped her cheek. She used me as a headrest, and I stroked her luscious hair. She hummed with pleasure.

Then, with a familiar suddenness, her head came up. “Mommy’s not ready yet, right?” I shook my head. She fell back into my palm, and mused. “We can’t really play ’til she’s gone,” stealing a peek at me, (I did feel the blood rush to my head), “but we can just, you know, talk and stuff.”

Like a cat, she snuggled against my palm. My right hand still idly stroked her hair. “What do you want to talk about, sweetie?” She smelled of talc, and shampoo, and a very faint hint of her own musk. God, I did remember that smell. . .

“Umm. . .” as she snuggled into my large, capable palm, “we can talk about. . . how much I missed you. . .”

“And I missed you, too. . .”

“And. . . you can give me a backrub. . .” She wiggled her bottom on the bed.

I looked down at those pink and white-striped little polar fleece shorts, and thought, what a wonderful idea! “Okay. . .” My hand stroked long, down her hair, her delicate back, the small of the back, circled, and back up.

Her bottom rose in protest. “Alll my back. . .”

Yep, still my Lily. Listening for any downstairs noise – none – I stroked downwards again, and this time let my hand run over the velvety shorts, lightly circling. I felt Lily squeeze her cheeks together, an affirmation.

“Mmm, like that. . .” She enjoyed my ministrations, and rubbed her nose against my hand. “I really did miss you, you know.” She swiveled her head to look at me. “I mean, really. ‘Cause, I don’t know, I just. . ,” she very lightly bit my hand, “grrr, I just wanted to play, but I couldn’t find anybody to play with. Like that. You know?”

I nodded, and ran my hand down the back of her smooth thigh. With some trepidation (one should be absolutely sure in such matters!), I ran it back up, lightly, slowly. “Like this?”

“More like. . .” and her thighs opened for me. My hand veered slightly, and slid along her inner thigh until my fingers touched her warm, velvet-clad softness. She sighed, “. . .like that, mm-hmm.” Her butt came up and gyrated slowly, and her thighs shifted further apart. I felt her squishy little lips underneath the cloth, and pressed my fingers inwards. She squeezed her cheeks. “Mmmm, I missed you!” she whispered.

“Lily??” Her mother’s voice from downstairs startled us both.

Lily kept her butt cheeks squeezed around my hand like a vice, and gave me a sly look. “Yes, Mama?” she called back.

“I’m going soon, but did you eat already? Or should I have something ready for you now before I go?”

Lily held my other hand and kissed it. “No, it’s OK, Mama, I can get something.”

“You are sure?”

Lily rolled her eyes (very like I remember her mother doing about her at one time!) “Yes, oui, I am sure, go, have a good time, you’re going to be late, Mama!”

“I know, I know, okay, yes. . .” Mrs. Claire’s voice, flustered, faded as she went back to her room, apparently. Every so often we would hear her footsteps below.

My hand lay trapped between Lily’s thighs. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, ohh, her shampoo! “We should take it easy here, at least –

“I know, I know, just. . .” she released the trapped hand, which stayed where it was, cupping her from behind. “Just stay right there, that’s all. Okay?”

I smiled. “Okay.”

She brought her thighs together to surround my hand comfortably, then wiggled her bottom. “Mmm, exactly where I want you. . .” She smiled impishly. “Now I can tell you a secret. Want to hear my secret?”

“Do I like breathing? Of course I want to hear, silly.”

She kissed my palm again, then let that hand go. “I want you to lie next to me so I can whisper to you, but. . .”

I made a face. “Probably not a good idea. Yet.” Which made her smile.

“Yeah. . .” she sighed. “Well. . . when Mama told me you were home, I was so excited, but I was kind of scared, too, ’cause. . ,” I stroked her hair, “’cause, you know, you were a big college lady now, and I was just this little kid, and – ”

I leaned down and kissed her briefly but fully on the lips. “I was nervous, too, honey. I thought you wouldn’t think it was cool to be with me anymore.”

She stared at me, her beautiful eyes wide; then she started to giggle. She took my hand again and kissed the palm, kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss, then hugged it to her neck. Which brought my face closer to hers. “I always think you’re cool. You’re the coolest I know. By far. Ever.” And she kissed me on the lips, also briefly, clumsily, then leaned back and looked at me with an expression that read: was that OK? We had, thus far, never kissed, until now. I could not wait for Mama to leave.

I kissed her again, a tiny bit less briefly, then kissed her button nose. “And you are the coolest, most beautiful, sexiest girl I have ever known. By far. Ever. Too.” She looked ready to pounce, to go for it, and I had to put on the brakes. Mature restraint! “Not yet!” I laid a hand on her head, a blessing of patience. I fluttered the fingers of my other, enclosed hand.

“Rrrrr!” She squeezed her butt, then let go.

I gently removed my hand from between her cheeks and patted her bottom. “Tell me your secret.”

Immediately she was mollified. “Okay. Mama told me you were coming, that was. . . like, a month ago or something. And it was like a hundred years, to me, I was so excited, I was so excited, and, and I didn’t know what to do, I was just. . .”

“So excited?”

She blushed, and stuck out her tongue. “Yes. So there. But I was. But I couldn’t let anybody know, ’cause I wanted it to be a secret – ”

“How excited you were?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes! ‘Cause then they would treat me like a stupid little kid, ‘oh how cute that Lily is so excited about Louisa coming home, that’s so cute’ –”

“Well, it is –”

“Tst!” She put a finger to my lips, then kissed me quickly. A quick blush. “And then they would tell you, and you would think ‘oh, that stupid little kid is going to be all over me, what a pain in my butt–”

I squeezed a cheek. “Your pretty little butt. . .”

“Tst!” She put a tiny finger again to her lips. “No, you. Your pretty little butt!”

“Not so little. . . I know, Tst!”

She already had a cute finger up again. “Do you want to hear my secret or not?”

I bit my lip. “I do, I’m sorry. Go on. I’ll be quiet.” And I did the zipper across my lips.

Her lips quivered. “Okay then. You are forgiven.”

“Thank you.”

“Tst!” She grinned. “Now squeeze my bottom, please.” I did so, pushing some of the soft fabric into her crack. “Mm, good. Now, just pet me, and be quiet. Okay?”

I nodded. Didn’t want another Tst.

“Okay. . . so. . . hmm. . . oh, yes, I told you how I was looking and looking for somebody to play with like you, but nobody. . .” Her butt was swaying with my petting. “Pet me in the middle.” Her legs parted again, and I ran the edge of my hand down her crack. “Mm, that’s nice. Keep doing that. .”

“But one night I was so so SO excited, I wanted to play, and I was just, you know, rubbing and rubbing myself in my room, but I still wanted more, I wanted, ohhh. . .” She lifted her butt off the bed as I pressed my hand against her, kneading, rubbing. “You know what I mean, right?”

I nodded. GOD, I knew her need!

“So I got out of bed and I just walked around the house naked, I didn’t know what to do. And my Mommy’s door was open, but the light was off. Daddy was on a business trip, and Mommy was asleep. And I just stood there and looked at her sleeping. It wasn’t really very dark, ’cause Mommy always sleeps with a night light. Like me! And she was snoring, too. Not like Daddy, but like a lady-snore, like, “kh -kh – kh” and she did her mother snoring, a cute little snorer. I was very lightly stroking her from tailbone to labia and back. Very lightly. . .

“And Mommy never wakes up for anything . Once there was a fire in the kitchen and our housekeeper couldn’t wake her up at all, she thought she was dead, but it wasn’t a bad fire, so later–”

“So what did you do?”

“Oh, I was at school, no, the–”

I pressed my hand to her puss, and her mouth opened. “What did you do that night?”

Lily bit her lower lip. “Yeah. . .” she raised her head. “Is Mommy still here?”

I nodded. “She hasn’t gone yet, I still hear her.”

She sighed, and dropped her head back. My other hand stroked her forehead. She looked at me and murmured, “I want to be naked with you now.”

I took a deep breath. “Soon, baby. Just tell me the secret.”

She held my gaze. “Well, I was just standing there looking at my Mommy sleeping, and I was rubbing my. . . my vagina.” She blushed. “And then I just wanted to see my Mommy naked. I had to see her bottom. And I got really excited, ’cause I knew she probly, probly wouldn’t wake up, so I could go into her room and take off her blanket and see her bottom and stuff.”

“Your mother is very pretty.”

Lily nodded. “But she never ever lets anyone see her naked, or even just a little naked. Like she even locks the bathroom door when she takes a bath, and I have to wait til she gets dressed to see her– and she always closes my door when I have to undress – and she even knocks to make sure I finished!”

“Well, she has the most beautiful daughter on earth, so she couldn’t be too bad-looking.” I thought of Mrs. Claire heading to her room in her glossy robe, probably the most unclothed she’s been in front of anyone, of necessity. I thought of those trim hips, that rounded feminine bottom rolling as she walked briskly to her room. . . I quickly leaned over her and nipped Lily’s bottom.

“Oww!”

“Sorry, sorry,” I crooned softly. “I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry.” She rubbed the ‘wound’. “Oh stop, I only gummed you, come one.”

She grinned. “Do it again.”

“No, I’m sorry, I should wait, it’s my fault.” I looked at the door, then turned back, and began petting the injured area. “Come on, tell.”

“Well. . . I wanted to see her! So I came into the room, and she was sleeping on her tummy, and her hair was kind of fuzzy around her face, and her arms were up like this,” she put her arms up so that her hands lay above her head on the bed. “And she had a blanket, like, silk, it was really light. And I just . . . took it on the side of it, and I carefully. . . pulled it over her, and pfft, it was off!”

I had to swallow my passion down. I was feeling almost dizzy here – here I was, feeling up the pretty butt of my sexy little eleven-year-old girlfriend while she told me about stripping her pretty, sleeping Mom. A dream? If so, please God let me sleep. . . I cleared my throat. “What was she wearing?”

“Oh, Mommy always has silk everything, silk pajamas, and silk blouses, and definitely kind of silk panty-shorts, ’cause that’s what she was wearing! So. . . I really couldn’t believe I was going to do it! But. . . I got a hold of the top of her shorts. They were so pretty, with kind of little bows on the . . . here,” and she touched the hem of her own shorts, then continued demonstrating on herself.

“So I took hold,” as she held her own waistband, elbows back, “and really really slowly, and quiet. . . I pullllled them down,” which she began to do, the action revealing that she had nothing on under the shorts. Just. . . Lily. Lily’s crack, her pale cheeks. . .

I put a hand on hers. She stopped. We heard high heels on parquet below.

Lily sighed. Her hands dropped to her sides as I pulled the shorts back up to cover her half- bare-assed-ness. She murmured into her covers, “I’m all tingly down there. . .”

“Me too, honey, me too.” I patted her bottom. “Did you take off your Mom’s panties all the way?”

She smiled, and nodded. Then she looked at me and her eyes grew large. “And her bottom was so beautiful! It was big, and so smooth, and each side was like,” and she opened her small hands as if to read a big crystal ball. “Like a beautiful round ball.” She placed the hands on the bed in front of her. “And so warm!” She looked at me with wonder. “I put my hands right on her bottom, and it was so warm, and soft, and smushy.” She squeezed the covers with her splayed hands. “So smushy and nice. . . and when I got in really close to smell, it was like, it smelled like Mommy but like, secret Mommy, that she never let me see.”

I listened, rapt, and continued to fondle her own little bottom. Lily was deep into her memory now.

“And that was so cool, I just wanted to eat her up, I wanted to wake her up and play, like we did.” She kissed my arm. “I wanted to do stuff with her. . . so I smelled and smelled almost so I could get enough of her to always have her smell. . . and then when I squeezed her bottom apart – it was even more smelly, and better, and, and. . . ohhh, just, Mommy.”

She looked at me, a hunger in her eyes. “I want to. . . can you rub me?” I did, my fingers circling her soft, hot pussy over the shorts. Her hips moved. “Mmph. . .” she whined softly.

“Tell me what happened, my darling.” And I kissed her, longer this time, and with languor. I didn’t know how we’d last much longer.

“Keep doing that. . . good. . . ummm, then. . . then, I was smelling Mommy inside her, it felt like, ’cause I opened her bottom up way wide, and her little sideways mustaches on the sides of her hole, and her hole was all kind of pink and crinkly – and then under there, was her vagina, and it was so neat. Kind of puffy, and shiny, and I put my finger in a little and it was so gushy and slimy. And then I had to smell her there too. And then I had to taste her. . . Oooh. . .”

I kissed her again, this time sliding my tongue along her soft, willing lips. My fingers were really digging at her pulsating pussy. And she was wriggling against me.

I breathed into her mouth, “You tasted your Mommy. . .?”

She breathed back, “Mmm-hhmmm. . .” we broke apart, and swallowed. “Yes, I just. . . pushed her legs more apart, and just went in, like you did, with me.” She smiled shyly. “I wanted to taste her, and I wanted to make her feel like I felt, too.” She traced her finger along my arm, sprouting goosebumps on me. “Maybe she did, in her dreams.”

“I’m going, you two!” Wow, talk about a wake-up call.

“Okay, Mama, have a good time!” Lily’s grip on my arm was iron.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Lily Robin, Chapter 1

  • Posted on February 10, 2017 at 2:36 pm

By Louisa May

The last time I babysat for Lily was, God, four years ago? A lifetime. I was a sophomore in college now, 19 years old — back then I’d been a crazy little 15-year-old party girl, SO bummed that I had to babysit for the neighbor’s 7-year-old brat Lily — on a Friday night, no less. I remember how absolutely furious I’d been when my mother insisted I do this for our new neighbors. She’d actually used the word “neighborly”. I wanted to smack her.

I had slouched into their house in the denim skirt my mother made me wear (but I did have on my purple Bangles t-shirt), muttered a few OK’s to the mother’s instructions, and sullenly plopped down in front of the TV. Screw their little precious, I thought. I am staying right here until they get back. At least SOMEbody’s getting out on a Friday night!

And their little girl definitely sensed my resentment, plopping down silently beside me. When I glanced over at her, she even shrugged, her expression seeming to say, “I know, sorry, it really wasn’t my idea. . .”

I looked back at the TV. She wasn’t going to win me over that easily. Although, my gosh. . . I turned again. Yep, she was absolutely adorable. Wow. Even in spite of myself, I stared for a moment. Gorgeous. Long, dark brown hair sort of brushed back on the side. . .a wide mouth, thickish lips, the upper more so. . . huge eyes that were set pretty far apart, with a kind of golden hazel brown. . .and her skin had a curiously dusky tint, a mixture of dark and light, kind of a tan with a blush underneath. She had on a pretty little embroidered blouse and loose pink shorts. I say loose because I remember, in that first look at her, noticing how thin her legs seemed inside them, and how her smooth thighs just seemed to keep going, disappearing into the wide openings.

Her expression was what got me. Now it said, “Yes, I am beautiful. I’m glad you like what you see.” A small smile. Then she bit her lower lip. “Want to do something fun?”

“What?” I sounded like a troll next to her.

She held a finger to her lips and scooted into the other room. Maybe this won’t be TOO awful, I thought.

I heard a cabinet open and close, and some clinking. She came back in with a big sly grin — yes, adorable — and a bottle of wine! With two glasses!! She put the glasses on the coffee table.

“Oh my God, girl. . .” I couldn’t help smiling myself.

“Where. . .?” I took the proffered bottle from her. Riesling. Whatever that meant. I opened it and smelled. Hmm, sweetish. Wait. . . “Honey, we can’t be drinking your parent’s wine. We would get so busted, and I would be SO dead.” I handed it back to her.

She put on the Face. If I thought Adorable before, well. . . a little pouty lip, even bigger eyes. . . and her little-girl voice: “Just a tiny bit? Of sips? Pleeeease?”

Well, as The Party Girl of my circle, this was a girl after my own heart. Of course, it WAS my responsibility to be the grown-up, the one who lays down the rules for the absent parents — in short, The BABY-sitter. . .

“Alright. But just a little.”

Her arms went up. “Yaaay!!” She did a little bump and grind. “My new babysitter is so cool, oh yeah — uh – huhh!”

I couldn’t believe, there I was, opening and pouring. “Yeah, so cool. . .’til I get grounded for life when you tell everybody how cool I am. . .”

Immediately, she was hugging my waist. “I would never, never tell!” She hugged hard. Passionate little thing. “Never!! Cross my heart and hope to die!” She did the crossing-heart stuff.

“Okay, okay. . . here.” We both sipped.

The sips became shots, and soon we were both very, very happy. And Lily was a very touchy kind of girl anyway, so with a little booze, she was all over me.

It was strange. I mean, yes, she was adorable, gorgeous, all that — but she was SEVEN. And I, as an athletic (volleyball), partying high-schooler, had not yet determined what I liked in the boy/girl way. I mean, some boys, I thought, were cute; but then, so were some girls.

Thus, Lily was a puzzle to me, on many levels. So when she would giggle at something I said, and throw her arms around my neck and kiss my cheeks, I felt. . . weird. Well — aroused, let’s be straight. And the discomfort I felt at the fact that she was seven years old was more than offset by that arousal.

And being that I was 5’8″, 130 lbs and she was like 4’0″ and 60 lbs — she took to climbing all over, around, and, it seemed, through me. She loved me to carry her, front-wise, and she would wrap her legs around my waist and lean way back. Then she’d pop back, and kiss whatever part of my body came to her — arms, neck, breasts. . .all the while grinding her hips, like she was trying to sink right into me.

On one of these rough occasions, she stopped cold, eyes wide.

“What?” I thought maybe she’d heard her parents come. Breath Mints? Toothpaste??

“You have to give me a bath!” She thrust herself against my belly. “Give! Me! A Bath!”

“Ohh, right.” That had been part of the instructions.

“Carry me upstairs and Give Me a Bath!” Thrust, thrust, thrust! Her eyes were almost primal — wide and direct. I obeyed.

As I ran the bath, Lily very industriously stripped. Only seven, and her little body was already showing just the inklings of a killer sexuality: Rose-infused skin-tone; dark aureoles around her immature nipples; and the beginnings of fullness in her pert butt.

Her tongue stuck out a bit as she pulled down her shorts and unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She sat on the floor to take her shoes and socks off, placing them neatly by the bathtub.

As I knelt by the tub, checking temperature, she stood by me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her. She smiled at me, a look of such warmth, such gleeful anticipation of pleasure, that I felt a jet of warmth myself, down there.

“Pretty panties,” I offered, and they were, purple, with little pink and white hearts.

She turned, modelling. “And see? A BIG heart.” And there it was, centered on her bottom. Sssh, I thought. None of that. All innocent hedonism here.

The bath was ready. “Okay, all set. Get naked.”

She peeled down the panties and stepped out of them. A very pronounced little pudendum. The panties lay, crinkled purple, on the floor, as she used me for support and eased into the bath.

I did get to know every inch of her body, as Lily insisted I wash her thoroughly. “All, all over!” She especially liked to stand in the tub and hug my neck while I used a washcloth to wash between her legs. She would hum and breathe in my ear, (“make sure it’s all clean!”) and virtually hump the washcloth, until I felt I couldn’t do more without. . . well, without feeling like I was plainly masturbating her. Boy, she was a sensual little thing.

My denim skirt and t-shirt were soaked. Lily wanted me to just get in the bath with her, and I demurred. Not a good sight, I thought, for the parents to come home to. Even though they weren’t due for a few hours yet. . .

I retrieved a towel from the linen closet down the hall, and when I came back in, Lily was standing, shining-bare naked, studying her little puss. “See how red it is??” She opened her legs and stretched the lips, and looked up at me. “My bagina?” She looked down again, and ran her palm solidly down and back against her red lips. “It gets red when I rub it.” She rubbed, back and forth, then looked up again, rubbing. “I like to rub it.” She made a face, teeth bared, grinning. “Do you like to rub yours too?”

Hmm. . . I nodded. “Yeah. . .”

“Me too. . .” She idly rubbed, then stopped. “Can I see your bagina?”

A whole bunch of responses: “I don’t think that’s a good idea”; “grown-ups don’t do that”; “No” — came and went. What I did say was:

“You absolutely can NEVER tell ANYone, right??”

She nodded vigorously.

I lifted my sodden skirt and peeled down my even sodden-er panties. I wasn’t a shaver.

“Woww. . .” Lily was rapt. “It’s so furry. . .” She came forward and reached out her hand. Lightly, she petted my pubes like I was a goat or something. A very special, favorite goat, but a goat. She looked up at me and grinned. “Now. . .” and she grabbed the towel from me, “you have to make sure that I’m CLEAN!” And she ran out of the bathroom.

Now what? My knees were a bit weak. I peeled the panties off, what the hell, and went downstairs and put them in a wet wad in my purse.

Upstairs, a voice: “I’m ready!” Somewhat muffled.

Back upstairs. I went to her room. Lily had wrapped the towel around her and hopped up on her bed. Now she was on all fours facing the wall, perpendicular to the bed. She put her head down, towel-covered butt up.

“What are you doing, crazy girl?”

“You have to check and make sure I’m Clean. All over!”

I came to her bed and stood looking down at her towel-clad little bottom. “All over?”

She giggled. “Yep!” She shook her butt. “Specially in places that might be dirty!”

“Uh-huhh. . .” The air on my own pussy, bare now beneath my skirt, was making me wet.I sat by her feet on the bed. I lightly tickled the soles.

She giggled. “You have to smell, too.”

“Smell?”

Her butt swayed. “Uh-huh. To make sure it’s clean.”

I leaned down and sniffed her delicate feet. They shrank from my nose. “Smells good to me.”

“All over.”

I was feeling light-headed now, but also quite daring. Well, if it was going to stop now, let me find out. “Okay, well, I’m going to have to check under here, too, I think.” I touched the edge of the towel at her thighs.

Her voice was a bit smaller, but gleeful. “Yep, prob’ly should.”

My breath caught as I lifted the edge of the plush green towel up, up, her thin white thighs widening, revealing Lily’s bare and open little bottom. It was still quite humid and rosy from the bath, and her stance was wide. I draped the towel over her upper back.

Gently, I placed both my hands on her small cheeks. “Well. . it LOOKS pretty clean. . .” And it did, the pink little anus in the middle, dew-dropped. And the bare, rosy crack below. Rubbed nice and rosy. . Lily arched her back and pushed her butt out even more. “You should prob’ly smell it, too, right?”

My hands were getting a bit shaky. I spread the soft small cheeks slightly and leaned in. I sniffed. Soap, salt, a hint of the animal, a kind of earthy, spice smell – the smell of little Lily’s excitement. Oh, I just wanted to eat her up right then. “Mm, kind of clean. . .” I murmured. “Can’t really tell. . .”

Muffled small voice from the covers: “If you kissed it, then you could tell. Right?”

“Hm, that’s true, let me see. . .” My face felt hot. My face was actually two inches away from this pretty seven-year-old girl’s butt hole – and I was about to kiss that butt hole. I swallowed.

“Look. . . my bottom wants to kiss you, too,” and Lily made her little anus move, pooching it out and in. “See?”

“That is adorable, honey. I’ll kiss and you kiss, and we’ll both see if we’re clean, okay?”

“Uh-huhh. . .”

“Okay. . .” And I touched my lips to her moving little anus. And kissed.

“Ooh, I feel you! Kiss it some more!” And I did, kissing all over her anus, up and down her crack, breathing in her wonderful scent, tasting her.

I came up for air briefly, dizzy with lust now, and brave enough to say, “It’s clean on top, but what about inside? Should I kiss inside your bottom too?”

“How?”

“Like this?” And I formed my tongue into a spear and pushed in.

The girl shrieked into the covers. “Oooh! Yeah, like that! Like that! I like that!” She was pushing her little bottom back into me.

My tongue dug deep, my lips pressed against her little anal lips. And now I was going at her, I couldn’t get enough of her. I reamed Lily’s little asshole, sinking my tongue all the way in, tasting her tang, a slight taste of salt and poo, and Lily heat.

When I came away, she was immediately up, hair tangled and just-dried, face red, eyes aglow. “That was fun!! Do it again!” And she presented to me, holding her little bottom open.

I lifted her up by her waist and turned her over. “Now I have to see if your vagina is clean. Right?”

She grinned, and immediately flopped back and spread her legs wide. “Yeah! Kiss my bagina inside!!”

I smiled. “Okay. . .let’s see. . .” I leaned down and sniffed. “Smells kinda clean. . .”

Loli thrust up her hips. “Inside! Inside!!”

“Mm, you like that, huh. Okay. . .” And I licked her red little puss from asshole to belly button. She squealed, grabbed her knees and held herself open even wider. “Inside a LOT!!”

I did that, licking and sucking the little girl. God, I had never felt so hot and sexy and horny, I wanted to inhale her. And her giggly little squeals started to change into chirps and moans of pleasure. It is too too erotic to hear the moans of impending orgasm from such a young person. And she went with it like anything else she thought felt Great — she came all over me, clutching and panting, thrusting and shaking — then fell promptly to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 2

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’s 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

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 8

  • Posted on January 14, 2017 at 12:29 pm

By Muffi

Editor’s Note: When posting the last-thus-far installments of “My Niece Janelle,” I made a major blunder in the process and left out an entire chapter. Unfortunately, the real Chapter 9 got posted as Chapter 8, so we are correcting that error here and now. Thanks to reader Dave for alerting me to my mistake, sincere apologies to those of you who have been reading this… and one extra-large serving of “I’m sorry,” to Muffi, wherever she may be. — JetBoy

My alarm was beeping insistently in my ear. With enormous effort, I forced my eyelids to open and peered at the clock sitting on the coffee table. Oh, God… 5:30. That would be in the AM. I groaned, and made myself sit up.

My mouth tasted as though the entire Russian army had marched through it during the night, a sure sign that I’d had too much wine. My face was throbbing, and surprisingly — at least to me — I felt a dull ache throughout my entire body. I was stiff all over, joints reluctant to obey me. I wondered vaguely if this was how Colleen was used to feeling every day when she woke up. I didn’t get it. The guy had punched me in the face, once. Why did my whole body hurt like this?

I needed a shower, and I needed caffeine — lots of it. I dragged my protesting body to the kitchen and got some coffee brewing, adding an extra couple of scoops. I wanted it strong. Then I slowly made my way up the stairs, moving as quietly as could.

In my room, I found Sara and Janelle under the covers and snoozing peacefully, their heads touching. I quietly grabbed jeans, a t-shirt and underwear, then slipped back into the hall and into the bathroom. I cautiously closed the door behind me, hoping that I wouldn’t wake Colleen. But it couldn’t wait — I had to have a hot shower.

I looked in the mirror and gasped. My face was a mess. My cheekbone was swollen to double its normal size, the skin looking tight and strained. There was a variety of different colors there, ranging from dark purple to pale yellow, along with varying shades of red and blue. I looked like I’d gone one round too many with a prize fighter and lost the bout.

Appearances can be deceiving, though. After all, he was in jail, and I wasn’t.

I turned on the shower, fiddling with the knob until it was as hot as I could stand. I stepped in, wincing as the fiery needles struck my skin. Once I’d adjusted to the temperature, I let the steaming water pour over my sore body, sighing as my muscles began to relax. I stood there for a good ten minutes, just soaking in the heat and steam. Finally, I reached for the soap and began to wash, taking extra care with my face. It still hurt like hell.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair, stood motionless beneath the water for a few minutes more, then reluctantly turned off the shower and stepped out. The steam was so thick that I almost couldn’t see the mirror, so I switched on the exhaust fan, then dried off, moisturized and, feeling nearly human again, brushed my teeth. That did the trick. Now I was ready for caffeine, and a return to the land of the living.

I dressed quickly and, still barefoot, went downstairs. I had time for a quiet cup of coffee before I needed to wake the girls for school, so I pulled out my big mug, the one with the word BITCH printed on the side in gothic lettering. I was feeling pretty bitchy this morning, too, only in a good way. I’d helped put an abusive husband and father in jail. The fact that he was also a crystal meth dealer was just icing on the cake. I’d also helped his wife to rip him off.

I grinned. Yeah, that’s right. I’m one badass bitch. Don’t you forget it, either.

I sipped my coffee slowly, gratefully. I’m seriously addicted to caffeine. It really is my one true vice. Okay, that and sex. Two vices.

I heard footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later, Colleen cautiously peeped into the kitchen. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. I was again struck by how pretty she was. The change in her within the last eight hours had been nothing short of miraculous.

“Good morning,” I said. “You’re up so early… I thought you’d sleep in.”

“I thought so, too,” she replied. “But I just snapped awake. It took me a minute to realize that I didn’t dream what happened yesterday.”

I laughed quietly. “Nope, you sure didn’t. I have the colors to prove it, too,” I added, pointing at my swollen cheek. She winced.

“There’s coffee made, if you’d like some,” I said. “Or I have tea, if you’d rather.”

“No, coffee is exactly what I need right now,” she replied with a smile.

I pointed to the cupboard. “You’ll find a mug in there,” I said. “Sugar is on the table, and there’s cream in the fridge. Help yourself to what you need.”

“Black,” she said, “is the only way to drink coffee.”

“Oh, you and I will get along just fine,” I said with a snicker.

I watched as she poured herself a mug of coffee, then sat down with me at the table. For a few moments, we sat silently, sipping coffee and listening to the birds outside in the yard.

“Meagan,” she finally began, “I can’t begin to thank you…”

I cut her off. “Rule number one in my house from now on,” I said softly, “is that no one needs to offer any more thank yous to me, or to Michelle. We did what we thought was right, and that’s it. If you want to thank us, then just get that asshole out of your lives, start over again, and make Sara and yourself happy. That’s all the gratitude we need.”

She sat quietly for a moment, then gave me a smile. “Well, then,” she said, “I’ll thank Janelle instead. If she hadn’t made friends with Sara, none of this would have happened.” She hesitated. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“When Sara started school here, she really was kind of an outcast. I mean, I know she’s shy with people, but this time it seemed especially bad. She talked about the other kids always making fun of her, or just acting as if she wasn’t even there. She couldn’t make any friends. Then out of the blue, Janelle called, and invited Sara to her birthday party.” She fell silent.

“Go on,” I said softly, after a moment.

“Well, I guess I just wonder why she did that. I mean, Sara never mentioned Janelle, so I’m pretty sure they didn’t know each other very well when she invited her to the party. It seemed a little strange.”

“As near as I understand it,” I said, “it started one day at lunch. Janelle saw Sara sitting all by herself at a table, and decided to sit with her. She felt bad about of some of the names that the other kids were calling her.”

Colleen gave me a questioning look.

“Uhm… Well, frankly, they were calling her a little dyke. That was instigated by another girl named Sarah, only with an “H” at the end. Janelle doesn’t like that kind of thing.” I gazed steadily into Colleen’s eyes. “You see, she’s defensive about it, because of me.”

“Because of… Oh…” She hesitated, then smiled. “That would mean that Janelle doesn’t like it when people make assumptions about other people.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “She’s an odd kid in some ways. A hyperactive little bundle of energy, it’s true… but she’s also the kindest, wisest little girl I’ve ever known. Basically, she’s just a damn good kid. I’m really proud of her.”

“You won’t get any argument from me,” said Colleen. “Sara has really come out of her shell in these last few days. Having a friend has meant so much to her.”

“Janelle genuinely likes Sara, too,” I said. “She kicked some of her friends to the curb because they were being mean to Sara at the party. Literally threw them out of the house.”

Colleen’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?”

“It was pretty funny, actually. After she told them to leave, poor Sara looked like she wanted to sink into the ground. Janelle just went back to her, and within about five minutes, they’d become the best of friends.”

Colleen shook her head. “Well, I’m grateful to her. Sara’s been a different kid since she’s known Janelle.”

I laughed. “Janelle can do that to a person.” Then I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Time to wake the girls.”

“I’ll get them,” said Colleen, then hesitated. “Uhm…”

“What?”

“You said last night that I might be able to — to borrow some clothes today?”

I nodded. “Of course! Just rummage around in the closet and find something that fits. Take whatever you need. I doubt that my bras will fit you, but there’s clean panties in the top dresser drawer. I brought an outfit from your house for Sara yesterday, but I didn’t even think to grab anything for you.”

“Thanks,” she said softly. “I’ll go wake the girls, and get them ready for school.”

“Okay,” I replied. “I’ll get their breakfast ready.”

The next hour was a flurry of activity as the girls tumbled into the kitchen, inhaled breakfast, then dashed back upstairs to get dressed, returning with backpacks on their shoulders. Colleen offered to drive them to school, and I didn’t argue with her.

When she and the girls had left, I called Michelle, who told me that she would be at the police station swearing out a search warrant for the Davidson property, and that Colleen and I should meet her there, soon as we could.

Later at the station, we gave our statements separately, each of us filing a complaint against the lardass. Colleen was something of a star during this process; it’s not very often in our area that the cops have a chance to make a bust as huge as this one was going to be. Most of the drug arrests in our area consisted of teenagers getting nabbed with a little bit of pot. A meth lab was big-time crimebusting for the local constabulary.

We then had to go through the process of documenting Colleen’s injuries. Michelle took the pictures, and I stayed with Colleen the whole time. I winced as she removed her clothes. He’d been smart enough not to leave marks on her face, but her back and legs were a mass of old and new bruises, ranging from black to a dull, mottled red. Everything was photographed, and Michelle gave Colleen the name of a counsellor who works with abused women and children. I hoped that she’d make an appointment. She needed someone to help her take back her life.

Before we left, Michelle told us that because Colleen had been the one to turn the lardass in for his drug operation, the District Attorney had ordered that the house and any property other than drug money and the manufacturing equipment itself would not be seized. That was good; it meant that Colleen and Sara would still have a home. She also told us that the search was being conducted at that moment, and that the house wouldn’t be available until late that evening.

I figured the place was probably going to be a mess once the police were done combing through it, so I offered to let Colleen and Sara stay with me again that night. Colleen refused, though, saying she wanted to get her home into order, starting with clearing out everything that belonged to her husband. She did ask if Sara could spend the night, though. Of course, I agreed. I had a feeling that Janelle would just love to have Sara in bed with her again.

By then it was getting close to lunchtime, so we stopped and had sandwiches and coffee before heading back to my place. When we arrived, Colleen told me that she wanted to go to the mall and pick up a few things for herself and Sara. Before leaving, she called her boss and told him she wouldn’t be in that evening. When she explained why, he apparently decided not to give her a hard time about it. She told him she’d be in the following day.

After Colleen left to do her shopping, I flopped onto the couch and took a long, deep breath. It had been non-stop craziness since yesterday afternoon, and my face was still throbbing dully. I was just about to turn on the television for background noise to nap to when I remembered my laptop… and how I’d used its webcam to record Janelle and Sara after they’d turned in last night.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel the need for a nap any longer.

I bounded up the stairs to my room and grabbed the laptop from the dresser, flopping back on my bed with it in my hands. I powered it up, then brought up the video file from the webcam capture.

At first, there was a few moments of silence, my bed the only thing visible on the screen. Then I saw Janelle and Sara come into the room and pile into my bed, laughing and complaining about having to change rooms. I watched myself enter a few seconds later, getting a t-shirt and panties from the dresser.

“Good night, you two,” I heard myself say as I exited, followed by the girls’ sing-song chorus of “Good night!” to me.

I held my breath, staring at the screen and hoping that they had chosen to continue with the little game of mutual self-exploration they were engaged in earlier. I wasn’t disappointed.

With hushed giggles, I watched them throw off the covers, sit up and quickly strip out of their t-shirts and underpants. Good idea, I told myself… and with a moan of desire, I paused the video and quickly shed my jeans and panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor. I left the shirt on, though, just in case I heard Colleen returning sooner than expected and I needed to dress quickly.

I settled back on the bed, shoulders and head propped up on a pillow and the laptop placed next to me. With a hand already between my legs, lightly stroking myself, I started the video again.

On my computer, The two girls were now lying side by side, the soft light from the two bedside lamps illuminating their naked bodies. Janelle, still in her role as teacher, was in a pose that was almost identical to my own that first time that I’d laid beside her, watching as she pleasured herself. Her head was propped on one hand, and the other was between her legs. She had a knee raised, allowing her fingers easy access to the soft folds of her sex. I followed Janelle’s intent gaze as she stared at the beautiful little girl lying next to her.

“See how good it feels if you make little circles?” Janelle whispered.

I watched as Sara followed Janelle’s suggestion, her first two fingers sliding smoothly into the cleft formed by her labia. Her hand began to move, and she gasped in astonishment.

“See? It feels awesome, huh?” said Janelle.

Sara’s eyes slowly drifted shut as she nodded in response. As I watched, her legs parted, allowing me to see more of her pretty pink pussy. I felt a spasm of lust as I watched her hips begin to rise and fall to the rhythm of her flexing wrist.

Hungry for pleasure, I dug two fingers into my pussy. It was soaking wet.

I could see Janelle’s hand moving slowly between her own legs as she stimulated herself while watching her friend. The look on her face was at once both focused and dreamy. She obviously enjoyed playing instructor on Sara’s first voyage of sexual self-discovery.

Amazed, I watched Janelle draw her hand from between her thighs and reach out to gently brush Sara’s left nipple with her fingertips. She was imitating what I’d done with her! I groaned, firmly rubbing the heel of my hand against my clit as I probed deeper into my pussy.

Sara’s mouth fell open as she gasped at Janelle’s touch, her hips thrusting faster now. Her eyes were still closed, and it was then that I saw Janelle’s head turn until she was staring at the webcam. It was as though she was gazing right into my eyes. Stunned, I watched her smile, then wink.

She knew! The little minx knew that the camera was on! And she was making damn sure that I had plenty to see, too. My pussy fairly gushed, warm liquid oozing over my fingers. I felt another spasm, accompanied by a deep warmth spreading like wildfire through my belly.

Grinning, Janelle turned back to Sara. Her hand, still touching her friend’s breast, now trailed lazily downward until her fingers were resting atop Sara’s, helping her masturbate. She then bent down and gently kissed Sara on the mouth. There was no response for a moment, then with a happy sigh, Sara begin to shyly return Janelle’s kiss.

As I watched, Sara’s free arm curled around Janelle’s neck, their kissing growing increasingly passionate. My heart was thudding violently as I saw Sara take her hand away from her mound, giving Janelle direct access to the glistening treasure between her legs. As Janelle slid one finger through the smooth folds of flesh, Sara’s hand moved to cover hers — not helping, just resting on top of the fingers that were now manipulating her sex.

My next surprise came when I saw Janelle place the tip of her index finger at the entrance of Sara’s slit, then carefully slide it inside the little girl… and a startled Sara gave a small whimper of fear, shaking her head from side to side as she pulled away. “D-don’t,” she stammered.

Janelle gazed down at her little lover. “Shhh… I won’t go in far, I promise,” she said soothingly. “Just the end of my finger, ‘kay? It’ll feel really good, you’ll see.”

After a moment, Sara nodded, though she still seemed uneasy. Janelle leaned down again to recapture Sara’s lips with her own as she gently stroked her friend’s labia, trying her best to rekindle the mood.

And as the intensity of their kiss rose, Janelle once again slid the tip of her finger into what must have been an amazingly tight little pussy. Sara gasped once, tensing momentarily; then slowly relaxed, sighing deeply as Janelle began to move that half-inch or so of her finger back and forth, penetrating her for what surely had to be the first time.

If Janelle was acting merely on instinct, she was doing an excellent job. As she continued to work her fingertip in and out of Sara’s pussy, her thumb began to toy with the tiny, budding clitoris. Sara’s hips were beginning to thrust almost violently; the muffled, mewling sounds of her arousal clearly audible even through the deep kiss the two were still locked in.

I felt yet another surge of heat shoot through my belly as Sara froze, her tiny ass raised up from the bed. Then, with a violent shudder, she locked her arms around Janelle’s neck, whimpering her way through what appeared to be an amazing orgasm.

When Sara finally relaxed, sinking down into the bed, her face was a study in wonder and amazement. She tried several times to speak, but couldn’t seem to get any words to come out. Janelle had moved up to lie next to her, cradling the small body to her own, stroking Sara’s hair and whispering something that I couldn’t quite catch. I saw her eyes shift to the camera again, that slow, almost insolent smile spreading across her face for an instant. The little wench knew exactly what she was doing, even if I wasn’t quite sure what her game was.

“Ohmygod, Janelle,” Sara finally managed, “that was crazy!”

“I told ya it was awesome,” Janelle replied, nuzzling Sara’s forehead.

Then Sara raised her head, staring into Janelle’s eyes with what I would have to call a penetrating gaze. “Where’d you learn how ta do that?”

I felt a little stab of fear at the base of my spine. Shit, I should have seen that one coming…

“I can’t tell ya,” Janelle said. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“Was it somebody at school? You can trust me, Janelle. Who was it? Pleeeease?”

“Nuh-uh,” said Janelle, shaking her head. “I can’t. I promised, and I don’t break promises.”

Sara gave Janelle a mock pout, then lay back down with a sigh. Her clasped hands were resting on her chest as Janelle held her close.

“Janelle?”

“Yeah?”

“Um… are we dykes now?”

I saw Janelle shrug her shoulders. “I dunno,” she said. “Even if we are, does it matter?”

“The kids at school will think so,” Sara replied.

“Yeah, kids like Sarah and her stupid friends,” scoffed Janelle. “Who cares what they think? Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna go ta school tomorrow an’ run around tellin’ everybody.”

Sara giggled. Janelle continued to stroke her skin and hair, gently kissing her face every now and then.

“Janelle?”

“Hmmm?”

“Can we do it again?”

Janelle smiled and bent down to kiss her briefly on the mouth. “Course we can, silly. If we ask, we’ll be able ta have sleepovers almost all the time, I bet.”

“No, that’s not… Well, yeah, I’d like that too. But, I mean…” Sara hesitated for a moment. “I mean, can we do it again right now?”

Janelle grinned. “Well, yeah, if you wanna.”

Sara pushed herself up onto her elbows so that she was staring deep into Janelle’s eyes. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I really wanna do it again.”

The two girls stared at each other for a moment, then, slowly, their lips came together in a tender kiss.

Janelle’s hand slid languidly down along Sara’s flank, making the girl shiver; I was certain that if the camera had been closer, I would have seen goosebumps on her skin.

Janelle broke the kiss first, brushing Sara’s hair back with one hand. “Want me ta show you somethin’ that’s even better than what we just did?” she asked.

“Better?” said Sara, her voice incredulous. “No way. Nothin’ could be better than that was.”

“You wanna bet?” said Janelle, grinning. “Lay back, and I’ll show ya.”

Sara quickly positioned herself on her back, head and shoulders resting on the pillow. Janelle rose to her knees, flashing a quick look at the camera and raising her eyebrows for an instant. That little witch! She scooted forward so that she was kneeling between Sara’s thighs. Leaning over to place a hand on either side of her wide-eyed lover, Janelle bent down to hover above Sara, their faces about an inch apart.

“Just stay like that,” she whispered. “This is gonna be awesome.” And she claimed Sara’s mouth with hers.

As Sara’s arms snaked around Janelle’s neck, I gazed in a lust-filled agony at the sight on the screen: Sara, flat on her back and legs spread wide, the pale pink folds of her pussy exposed and waiting for Janelle’s loving attention. As for Janelle, she was on her hands and knees, thighs parted slightly so that I could see her plump labia and, just above, the tightly crinkled rosebud of her anus.

I couldn’t wait a second longer. I was nearly mad with desire, desperate for release. I hit pause, and with that image frozen on the screen, I rampaged through my first orgasm of the day, vibrating from head to foot in sweet ecstasy. I was so turned on that it happened in a matter of seconds.

When the room had stopped spinning, I took a deep breath and started the video again. The realization that Janelle had known she was being recorded gave this entire scene a whole new significance. My little lover had been performing for me. She knew that I would be watching this, and she knew what I’d be doing while I watched.

Enraptured, fingers still roaming through the dripping folds of my pussy, I drank in the sight of my niece — my lover — as she began to kiss Sara’s neck, gradually moving downwards until she was nuzzling the pale pink nipples. She might have been a little awkward at first, but she’d clearly been paying attention to what I’d done with her. Janelle took her time, pleasuring Sara with her fingers, lips, tongue… and little Sara was beginning to move to the rhythm of an ages-old dance on my bed as she responded to her partner’s caresses.

I moaned in anticipation as Janelle kissed a path down Sara’s body until she lay between her thin legs, inches from the girl’s baby-smooth vulva, moistening her lips before moving in to take that first taste of pussy. And even though Janelle’s head blocked me from getting a more explicit view of the action, Sara’s response to what could only have been a warm, wet tongue on her sensitive folds more than made up for that. The little girl’s head rolled from side to side as her panting grew increasingly heated.

I felt another climax building quickly, hot tendrils of electricity spreading through my lower belly. The slippery walls of my pussy contracted around my busy fingers, and my hips fell naturally into a rhythm that matched Sara’s on the computer screen. Together, she and I were working our way to a mutual orgasm, and I was pretty sure that mine was going to be of epic proportions.

Janelle had wrapped her arms under and around Sara’s thighs, hands resting flat on her lover’s hips. I gaped as her strawberry blonde head bobbed up and down, my imagination supplying the image of her little pink tongue lapping eagerly at Sara’s bare pussy.

Sara suddenly stuffed a knuckle into her mouth, telling me without words that Janelle had found her clitoris. And as the child’s muffled wail rose, I attacked my own clit with renewed abandon. Her body suddenly went rigid along with mine, the two of us uniting across time in a shattering orgasm, my choked cry of pleasure mingling with her disbelieving gasps of ecstasy as they crackled through the tiny speakers of the computer.

Shivering and twitching in the aftershocks of my rapture, I struggled to catch my breath as I watched Sara gradually drift back to earth. Her mouth loosened its grip on her hand, then she slowly relaxed, sinking into the bed’s comforting embrace as her chest heaved.

Janelle rested her head on Sara’s upper thigh, one hand gently stroking the glistening petals of her young lover’s pussy.

“I did it… I really did it!” an awed Janelle quietly exclaimed.

“What d’you mean?” asked Sara breathlessly.

Janelle was actually blushing. “Well… I never really did that before,” she said. “I mean, I had it done ta me, but I never actually did it ta someone else before.”

Sara was silent for a moment, then gave her friend a shy grin. “Well, it was pretty awesome anyway.”

“Really?” Janelle lifted her head to look at Sara. “Did you really like it?”

“Ohmygod, yes! That was the most awesome thing I ever felt!”

Janelle giggled. “See? I told ya it was gonna be even better.”

“Boy, it sure was,” said Sara, sighing contentedly.

Janelle squirmed her way up to the head of the bed until she was lying next to Sara. The two girls wrapped their arms around one another, kissing and nuzzling, whispered giggles issuing from the speakers. They looked so utterly adorable, yet so incredibly erotic at the same time.

Finally, they lay back, looking up at the ceiling, hands clasped together between them.

“Do I taste weird?” asked Sara, suddenly curious. “Y’know… down there?”

Janelle shook her head. “Nuh-uh. It tastes kinda nice. Strange, but in a nice way.”

I could see their eyelids beginning to grow heavy. They’d apparently worn themselves out.

“Janelle?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time,” Sara said, “would it be okay if I do it ta you?”

Janelle smiled as she turned to face Sara. “Yeah,” she whispered. “If you really want to, I’d like that.”

“I really want to,” said Sara. She paused. “Ya know what?”

“What?”

“If this makes us dykes,” Sara said, “then I don’t care. That was the coolest thing I’ve ever done!”

“Yeah, I think so too,” Janelle said, grinning.

The two settled in, pulling the covers over themselves and cuddling together. A few moments later, I could tell that they were fast asleep. Janelle was even snoring lightly. I smiled at that.

There was about fifteen minutes left of the recording, a steady view of the two girls cuddled in one another’s arms as they slept. Then I came into the room to get Colleen a pair of pajamas, pausing before I left to turn off the webcam.

I closed the viewer, powered down the laptop, and lay back on my bed, mind whirling. Janelle had been into what they were doing, that was obvious. But she’d also seemed to take a mischievous delight in letting me know she was aware that I was spying on them.

Suddenly I wondered if she’d like the idea of using the webcam to capture the two of us making love some time, so she could watch it later. Something told me that she would. Hell, I’d probably be into that myself.

Much as I hated to, I needed to get up and put some clothes on before Colleen returned. What I really wanted to do was start the video over again. I couldn’t risk that, though. After all, it wouldn’t do to have Colleen walk in on me masturbating as I watched Janelle bring her daughter to orgasm. Try explaining something like that to a parent…

Quickly dressing, I went downstairs to my office, taking the laptop with me. I quickly copied the video over to my desktop machine, then encrypted the file.

That taken care of, I went to the garage and pulled two rats from the freezer to feed Ellie and Nellie later in the evening. Maybe Sara would like to do that. I also made a mental note to stop by Janelle’s tomorrow so that we could feed her boa.

That’s when it hit me. I’d told Colleen that Sara could spend the night, but Janelle and I had to leave at about five in the morning for the trip to see her grandfather. I’d have to tell Colleen that I wouldn’t be able to take Sara after all.

I pulled a package of ground beef from the freezer for dinner. I figured that I’d make burgers tonight, since Janelle doesn’t like the onions in my meatloaf recipe. Wanting to give the kids something besides meat and bread, I decided to make potato salad as well. I’d charbroil the burgers on the grill, and we’d have ourselves a real summertime meal. Quick, easy and delicious.

I was draining the potatoes when Colleen made her triumphant return, several large bags heavier and a wide grin on her face.

“Well, hi there!” I greeted her, as she came into the kitchen. “You look pretty happy.”

“I had a blast today!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t go crazy, but I got a couple of new outfits for me and Sara. It felt so good to finally buy something decent for her to wear.”

I grinned. “Yeah, it’s amazing what a new outfit can do to lift your spirits, isn’t it?”

Colleen laughed. “Oh, Meagan, you have no idea.”

“Sara will be overjoyed, I’m sure,” I said.

Colleen took in what I was doing. “Potato salad?” she asked. I nodded. Then she spotted the rats, in their vacuum-sealed packages, lying on the counter.

“Uhm… What are those?” she asked, her eyes suddenly huge.

“That’s right,” I said, laughing as I rinsed my hands and dried them. “With all the excitement yesterday, you didn’t get to see Ellie and Nellie.” She looked at me curiously. “Come on,” I said. “Sara’s already met them, and she thinks they’re just too cool.”

I led the way into the living room and pointed out the two large glass terrariums. Colleen gasped at the sight. “That one is Ellie,” I said, pointing, “and that’s Nellie.” Colleen just stood and stared. “Uhm, you aren’t afraid of snakes, are you?”

“No, not at all,” said Colleen. “They’re just so… so big!”

“Yeah, I kind of spoil them,” I said. “They eat more than a lot of pet snakes do.”

“You said Sara has… met them?”

I nodded. “Yes, she has. She’s even held them for a little while.”

Colleen stared at me in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding! She wasn’t afraid?”

“She didn’t seem to be,” I replied. “Janelle was with her, so she might have been trying not to let it show that she was scared, but I don’t think so. She seemed to think that holding snakes was pretty cool, actually.”

“Well, I’m not afraid,” Colleen said, “but I’ll leave holding them to someone else.”

“Don’t worry. Most people feel that way,” I laughed.

As we walked back to the kitchen, I remembered about the trip the next day. “Colleen, I’m really sorry, but I’m not going to able to keep Sara tonight.”

I told her what was going on… how Janelle and I would be leaving early in the morning, much too early to take Sara to school. Then I added, “Of course, if you don’t mind her taking a day off from school, she could just go with us. We’ll be coming back pretty late tomorrow night, but I could always let her stay here with Janelle again.”

Colleen hesitated. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” she asked. “I mean, this is really family time, isn’t it?”

“Actually, it would be a good thing if she did come,” I replied. “He’s my brother-in-law’s dad, so I’m not immediate family. I like him, and I’ll want to visit for a few minutes, but Janelle’s the one who needs to be there with her parents and grandparents. To be honest, I’d appreciate having Sara along to keep me company. We could go hang out at the mall or something.”

Colleen nodded soberly. “It would be a huge help to me, if you’re sure it’s okay. I’m not off work again until Sunday, so it would be nice if Sara has someone to be with her while I’m at the diner.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled,” I said. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll just bring her here tomorrow night, and then take her home Saturday morning, so you can spend some time with her. If you want, you can drop her off here on your way to work Saturday, and if it’s okay for her to wait up, just pick her up on your way home. After that…” I paused to think. “After that, we’ll work on finding a regular sitter for her at your house. Until then, though, we’ll wing it, and she can stay with me when you’re working.”

Colleen nodded. “Thanks, Meagan. And don’t you dare tell me not to thank you! I don’t know if I’d be able to manage all of this without your help.”

I could see the sincerity in her eyes. “You’re very welcome, Colleen,” I said. “Seriously, I like Sara. She’s fun to have around, and she helps keep Janelle out of my hair when she’s here.”

She smiled shyly at me. “I’m glad we’re becoming friends, Meagan,” she said. “It means so much to me.”

“I’m glad, too,” I replied. I meant it, too. I had really come to care about this woman.

No, not like that. I know what you’re thinking, but I was in love… and my heart’s desire was a third-grade girl who hadn’t come home from school yet.

While it was still on my mind, I excused myself to phone my sister Kate. I filled her in on everything that had happened, and told her that Sara would be coming along with myself and Janelle. She asked me if I was okay. When I told her that I wouldn’t be winning any beauty contests, she wanted to know what else was new. The bitch.

By then, it was almost time to pick the girls up from school. Once again, Colleen volunteered for taxi duty, so I told her that she could eat with us before going home to start cleaning up whatever mess the cops had left behind.

While she was gone, I finished the potato salad and made hamburger patties. I started a fresh pot of coffee, and was just about to kick back and relax when the two girls came tearing into the house, shrieking with laughter. Well, so much for relaxation, I thought, rolling my eyes.

Colleen was a few steps behind them, a grin on her face. “Watch out!” she giggled, “they’re both pretty wound up.”

Janelle went straight to the refrigerator, rummaging for a snack. She turned around with two apples, handing one to Sara before taking a huge bite out of hers. “Hi, Aunt Meagan!” she cried, around a mouthful of half-chewed apple.

I shook my head, giving her a look of grave concern. “Janelle, I don’t know how you survive the school day,” I said. “You have to go, what, three whole hours without eating? Two times a day, even — before and after lunch!”

Janelle grinned. “That’s why I eat so much when I get home,” she said.

“Sara,” Colleen said, barely able to contain her excitement, “why don’t you come with me? I have a couple of surprises for you.”

“Surprises?” Sara gasped. “What kinda surprises?”

“Oh, I did some shopping today,” Colleen replied. “Not a lot, but I got some things for you. Come on, let’s take a look.”

The two of them left the kitchen. I heard the rustle of plastic bags, and a delighted squeal from Sara. I guess she must have peeked.

I turned back to Janelle, giving her “the look.”

“All right, young lady,” I said quietly, but with an expression of mock-severity. “You have some explaining to do.”

She gave me a surprised look. “What?” she said.

“Do you have any idea what you did to me today?”

She stared at me for a moment longer. Then I saw her struggle to keep from smiling as her eyes widened innocently. “What’d I do?” she asked, with an guileless blink.

I took a step closer to her. “You know very well what you did, you sexy little witch,” I said in a stage whisper.

Her face transformed, a sly smile spreading across her features. “Did you like what you saw?” she asked, her eyes intent.

I leaned down and kissed her, giving her lips a quick swipe with my tongue. “I came twice watching you,” I breathed into her ear.

“I was wishin’ it was you I was doin’ it to,” she said softly.

“Soon, Sweetie, I promise. I can’t wait.” I nuzzled the side of her neck, then straightened. “But I’m a little hurt, too,” I said, pouting at her. “I wanted to be the first pussy you kissed.”

She gave me a rather seductive smile. “I was practicin’ for ya,” she said softly. “Now I know what I’m doin’ a lot better.”

“From the way Sara was reacting, I’d say that’s true,” I replied. She actually blushed. “Tell me… how did you know I was recording you?”

She grinned. “I didn’t, not for sure. But I ‘membered how you got that picture of Sara’s back, an’ I saw the little blue light was on, so I kinda hoped you were gonna watch us.”

I reached out and tapped the tip of Janelle’s nose with my finger. “You have an evil little mind,” I said. “I like that about you.”

A muffled shout came from upstairs. “Janelle! Come see what my Mom got for me!”

Janelle gave me a quick apple-flavored kiss and bounded from the kitchen. I watched her go, staring appreciatively at that perfect little butt until she was out of sight, then sighing deeply.

I was hopelessly, helplessly, head-over-heels in love. It was wonderful.

Sara came skipping into the kitchen a few minutes later, grinning from ear to ear. She did a rather awkward pirouette for me, showing off new blue jeans, a pretty pink sleeveless top with a scalloped neckline, and brand new sneakers.

“Look at you,” I said excitedly. “You look hot, girl!”

She blushed prettily, suddenly returning to her shy demeanor with me. Quietly, though, she said, “And there’s four more outfits, too. My Mom got ‘em for me today.” She hesitated for a moment, her pretty face suddenly touched by worry. “I just hope…”

“What, Sweetheart?”

“My Dad.” She spoke in a near-whisper.

I dropped to my knees before Sara, wrapping my arms around her. Stroking the back of her head, I said quietly, right next to her ear, “Sara, you listen to me, okay, Sweetie? I mean it — listen to me. He is not going to get out of jail, not for a long, long time. And even when he does get released, you and your Mom are going to be long gone from here. He’s not going to be able to find you. You and your Mom are safe now, Baby. You’re safe, and he can’t hurt you anymore.”

Sara pulled back to search my eyes. “You promise?”

“I do,” I replied. “And I don’t break promises.”

Sara looked at me strangely for a moment, then nodded, seemingly satisfied. I released her from the hug and stood as Colleen came into view, following Janelle into the kitchen. Colleen looked at me curiously, but I gave a quick shake of my head.

Janelle wanted to know if she and Sara could watch a movie; and I agreed, watching the two of them head into the living room. When they were gone, Colleen looked at me.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Just a little nervousness,” I replied. “She was worried her father might get out. I promised her that was not going to happen.”

“You know,” she said with a sigh, “I’m actually beginning to believe that.”

“Honey, Michelle is going to make sure that not only will they throw the book at him, but the entire library. Trust me on that. She’s one formidable cop.”

“I can believe that,” Colleen sighed. “She looks like someone you don’t want to mess with.”

“That’s Michelle,” I laughed. “Just ask your husband.”

“I would have paid good money to see him taken down by a woman,” she said, suddenly giggling.

“I wish I could describe it for you, but I was down, too, and all I saw was stars. I heard the gun go off, though. I thought she shot him for a minute there.” Her eyes widened. “It was a warning shot. He wouldn’t listen when she told him to stop. He was going to keep coming for me. She fired in the air, and I guess that stopped him dead in his tracks.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “Now I’m even more impressed with her. She’s quite a woman.”

“Anyway,” I said, “enough about the lardass. Why don’t we skip doing dinner here, and go to McMurphy’s and have burgers for dinner, and then you can head over to your place to start getting things back in order. The girls will love going out to eat. Then we can come back here, and you can head out to your place.”

“That works for me,” Colleen replied. “Sara will love going out in her new clothes. God, five little outfits, and you’d think I was a goddess.”

“Yeah, well, she’s not used to being allowed to have nice things,” I said. “Something tells me that’s about to change, though.”

“Oh, you bet it is,” she said vehemently. “The sooner the better, too. Nice things for herself, and a nice home, too. Speaking of which, I’m going to need to pick your brain on who I can hire around here to do a few fix-up and remodeling jobs for me.”

I grinned. “I just happen to have a brother-in-law who is very good at that kind of thing. And he won’t gouge you on the price. In fact, if he knows you’re my friend, he’ll cut you a deal.”

“Excellent! We’ll talk about that later, then. Let’s round up the girls. I’m starving!”

“Me, too,” I said. “Let’s get going.”

And as Colleen and I left the house, one question preyed on my mind: Should I let the girls sleep with me tonight?

Come what may, it promised to be a very interesting evening…

Continue on to Chapter 9

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 9

  • Posted on January 9, 2017 at 2:54 pm

By Muffi

Author’s Note: First, I apologize for the lack of sex in this chapter – it’s being taken care of in Chapter 10, trust me. Everyone’s favorite lesbian pedophile, Meagan Bristol, will be having a wild time with Janelle… let’s leave it at that.

Once again, my thanks go to JetBoy for his fine work with editing. Parts of this chapter were a bit lacking, so he added some material. Now, I believe that JetBoy is familiar enough with my “writer’s voice” that he can slip his material by. So, I challenge readers here to pick out two paragraphs that he added. 


I had put Janelle and Sara to bed at their normal time instead of letting them stay up and watch TV, because they’d have to get up early the next morning. They were asleep a half hour later when I joined them, wearing just my oversize tee shirt.

Before I knew it I was awakening to the new day, smiling as I became aware that the three of us were lovingly entwined together. Nothing sexual had happened the night before — we were just comfortable and secure in one another’s presence. I could get used to waking up like this, I thought.

The presence of two warm, little-girl bodies nestled into my own gave me a heady feeling; unfortunately, I had to rouse the girls and get them moving, as we had a long drive ahead of us. I woke them as gently as possible, which wasn’t any too gentle in Janelle’s case — she was all but dead to the world. I finally managed to get her into a sitting position, then scooted Sara off to the shower.

“You know, if you wanted to, you could go join Sara in the shower,” I whispered to Janelle.

She went from groggy to wide awake in an instant. Like a shot, she was in the hall and rushing towards the bathroom.

Do I know how to motivate a girl, or what?

I reluctantly left them to their own devices in there, forcing myself to march downstairs and get things started for breakfast. It was five in the morning — still dark outside. I got the coffee going, then pulled out a box of cereal, three bowls, spoons, milk and sugar. When I headed back upstairs the shower was off, and there was a melodic giggling sound coming from the direction of the bathroom.

“Hurry it up, you guys,” I called. “I need a shower, too.”

The giggling stopped, then the bathroom door flew open and I was treated to the sight of two shrieking, very naked little girls running down the hall towards me. My morning was getting better and better.

The girls rushed into my bedroom where, presumably, they would be getting dressed while I showered. Part of me hoped not, wishing instead that I could come back from my shower to find them tangled together in my bed, still naked.

Probably not going to happen, I told myself with a sigh.

I made short work of my shower and, wrapped in a towel, returned to my room to dress. I found Sara and Janelle there, involved in some very deep conversation. They fell silent when I entered the room, an obvious sign that something was up — a sign I chose to ignore for the moment. Instead, I grabbed panties and a bra and put them on, adding jeans and a tank top, then pulled on my ever- present boots. That accomplished, I nonchalantly turned back to face the girls, pleased to see that they’d both been watching me closely while I got dressed.

“Come on, you two,” I said, “let’s go get some breakfast.”

We all went to the kitchen, where we indulged in a gourmet breakfast of Froot Loops. I know, I know. It’s crap. But they like it, and once in awhile is fine. I’m pretty good about what I feed kids — most of the time, anyhow.

I rinsed out the dishes and set them in the sink, then told the girls to grab their things and meet me in the garage. I opened the garage door, then started the car, letting it warm up. By then Sara and Janelle were back with a couple of coloring books, crayons, and a huge old quilt.

“Did you remember the mouse so you can feed your boa?” I asked Janelle. My sister had made a huge concession in allowing Janelle to keep her new snake in her room, but she drew the line at having dead mice in the freezer. I could live with that. I have the freezer space, and it gave me an excuse to see Janelle at least once a week.

She gave me a sheepish grimace, shaking her head. “I forgot… sorry, Aunt Meagan.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, unfastening my seatbelt. “C’mon. Let’s go get it.”

While Sara settled herself into the back seat of the car, Janelle and I went back inside to retrieve her snake’s meal. As she fished around in my freezer, Janelle gave me a conspiratorial look and said, “Know why we brought the quilt?”

“Uhm… to stay warm?” I replied.

She gave me a grin. “Nope. It’s so you can’t see what we’ll be doin’ underneath.”

I threw her a look of mock severity. “You’ll pay for that one day, brat. I promise, you shall pay.”

Her reply was a wild giggle. It’s going to be a very long ride, I thought as I turned and headed out to the garage, watching Janelle’s bottom jiggle as she raced ahead of me.

A long ride indeed — it was, in fact, a four hour drive to our destination which, after a quick stop to feed Janelle’s snake, quickly turned into an exercise in torment for yours truly. Janelle was being… well, she was being a tease. She knew it, and fully understood the effect she was having on me.

A glance in the mirror revealed that both girls had their legs spread under the quilt. It wasn’t long before they’d given up any pretense of coloring and just lay back against the seat, their eyes closed. I actually believed that they’d gone back to sleep!

That is, until I glanced in the mirror to find Janelle staring straight at me. She gave a small, but very evil little smile before closing her eyes again.

A few moments later, I saw Sara’s cheeks begin to turn a light pink, quickly deepening to a darker red. Suddenly she tensed for a long moment, then relaxed back against the seat with a contented sigh.

Damn! I thought. I wish I could have done that for her.

Very shortly after that, Sara’s head slowly tilted to one side, finally resting on Janelle’s shoulder. She was apparently sound asleep. Meanwhile, there was a look of concentration on Janelle’s face that told me she was busy taking care of herself.

I smirked, suddenly alive with wicked glee. You want to be a tease, Little One? Let’s see how you like me making things difficult for you.

I quickly pulled into a service area off the interstate and parked the car, then turned to face the back seat.

“Okay, ladies,” I said, “I need to pee something awful, and I’m not leaving you two alone here. You’ll have to come with me.”

Janelle gave me what could best be described as a pleading look, but I held firm. No leaving kids alone in a place like this.

A sleepy Sara unfastened her seatbelt and opened her door. After one more desperate look, Janelle sighed and did the same. That was when I noticed that both girls were wearing pants with elastic waistbands. The easier to diddle yourself, I guess.

As soon as Sara was out of earshot, I leaned down to whisper in Janelle’s ear. “Didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” I innocently asked.

“Bitch,” was her only reply.

I snickered. “You should know by now, honeybunch — never, ever mess with Meagan.”

She ignored me. I had a feeling she was already planning her revenge.

You are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you? I thought with a smile. When she’d been Janelle’s age, Kate had never been one to let a grudge go. Better watch my back, I decided.

Five minutes later, we were on the road again. Both of the girls had discovered that they’d also needed to pee, so our little stop had served a greater purpose than to irritate Janelle. That eased my conscience a bit — not that I was feeling especially guilty to begin with.

We arrived at the hospital, quickly making our way to the waiting area where much of Michael’s family was gathered. By the size of the gathering, I knew that things weren’t going well.

I picked Kate out of the crowd, and headed towards her with the girls. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in days.

“There you are,” she said, giving Janelle and Sara brief hugs. “I was going to call you, but haven’t had the chance.” She glanced at her daughter, then back at me. “Um… there’s been a slight change in plans.”

“That’s okay, sis,” I said, “anything you need me to do, I’ll do it — you know that.”

“Sweetie,” Kate said to Janelle, “why don’t you take Sara and introduce her to some of your cousins. I need to talk to Meagan for a minute.”

Looking uncharacteristically timid, Janelle reached for Sara’s hand and, without a word, led her across the room to meet some of her father’s side of the family. She clearly understood how serious the situation was — her mother seldom excluded her from a family conversation, and when she did, it usually meant bad news.

“What’s up?” I asked Kate.

“It’s bad, Meagan,” Kate replied. “He’s probably not going to make it through the night. Michael and I talked about it, and we decided that while we don’t necessarily want her in the room when it happens, Janelle ought to be here with everyone so she can be a part of the grieving process with us. So I guess your return trip will be just you and Sara… unless you want to stay too?”

“I can’t,” I said. “Sara’s mother is expecting me to have her back by this evening.”

Kate nodded. “I figured as much. In any case, Janelle is going to stay with us for however long we’re here.”

I told Kate that I wanted to go visit Michael’s dad before I took Sara back. She nodded, giving me a sad smile. “We appreciate that, Meagan. Just be warned, though — he won’t know you.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I murmured, giving my sister’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “I’ll know him.”

As I was leaving the waiting area, I saw Kate take Janelle aside and begin explaining the situation to her. Sara stood close by, clearly ill at ease and trying not to let it show.

Better make this visit a short one, I told myself. This isn’t a great place for Sara to be right now.

I wondered if she’d ever had to sit in a hospital emergency room with her mother after her asshole dad had roughed one of them up, and felt my jaw clench in renewed anger. Thrusting the thought away as I reached room 245, I took a deep breath, then tapped on the door.

I don’t really want to write about seeing Michael’s father — the sight of that charming, lively old man reduced to a hollow husk of what he had been still hurts too much to put into words. I sat by his bed for a few minutes, then said my goodbyes, kissed his cheek and left, feeling sickened by the sheer fucking injustice of it all.

I paused just long enough to visit the toilet where I shed a few tears, washed my face, then made my way back to the waiting room, trying to compose myself for Sara’s sake. I managed a smile when her eyes met mine, and the grateful look she gave me did a lot to improve my mood.

Spying a forlorn Janelle, I got down on my knees and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Whatever happens, you’re going to be okay, Sweetie,” I whispered. “And you know I’ll always be there for you. I’ll see you just as soon as you get home, okay?”

I felt her nod against the side of my neck, then she whispered, “I love you, Meagan.” Not “Aunt Meagan,” just “Meagan.” I couldn’t help but feel pleased, knowing that Janelle was beginning to think of me as more of a lover than her aunt. A risky development for us both, but also a thrilling one.

I stood, gave her a knowing wink, then turned to Sara. “Looks like it’s just you and me for the rest of the day, kiddo,” I said. “Is that okay with you?”

Sara grinned. “Does that mean I can sit in the front seat on the way home?”

I grinned back, relieved to see her cheerful again. “Oh, Sara, you can ride shotgun with me any day!”

She giggled attractively. “But I don’t have a shotgun!”

“We’ll fake it,” I told her, bringing another giggle. “No, seriously,” I added, acting out the classic TV western move of doing whatever it is you do to a shotgun to get it ready to fire, complete with sound effects. “Now you do it,” I told her.

Sara gleefully imitated me, and I nodded approvingly. “See that? One imaginary shotgun. Now you’re set to ride in the front seat!” Yet another adorable giggle.

Yes, I was trying to figure out a way to seduce her. I knew it wasn’t likely to happen, but could you blame me? If you’d seen what I had in that video with Janelle and Sara, you’d be trying to entice her into bed too.

On the other hand, there was no use in kidding myself — this was a far more dangerous game than making love to Janelle, who I trusted implicitly. No, I had to resign myself to the fact that any seduction of Sara would have to remain a fantasy, nothing more.

More’s the pity, I mused, resisting an impulse to sigh out loud.

I made the rounds, speaking to people I knew, then made my way back to Kate. We hugged, exchanged a few loving words, and I asked her to give my best wishes to Michael. Minutes later, Sara and I were back in the parking lot, buckling ourselves in.

“Okay,” I said, “I hadn’t planned to be leaving this early, so what we do now is up to you. We can do some shopping around here and get something to eat, or we can head back home now and hang out at my house till we hear from your Mom.” She began to speak, but I cut her off. “And don’t think you’re being a pest or anything like that, okay? I was looking forward to spending the day with you anyway. We just have more choices now.”

“Can we go to the mall, please?” Sara asked. “Mom said there’s a really big one here that she was gonna take me to, so I can get some more school clothes.”

“The mall it is,” I replied.

“And you don’t hafta buy me anything,” she quickly added. “Really. I just wanna look around.”

“I know I don’t have to,” I replied. “But if I want to, I will. So there.”

I was rewarded with that giggle again. Damn, but that sound was beginning to make me wet.

I’d forgotten just how big the mall was — it happened to me every time. As for Sara, she was absolutely amazed. We likely could have wandered through there all day and most of the next, but we took it slowly, just moving from shop to shop, entering those that looked interesting.

In one store — a rather high-end kids shop — I finally broke down. I told Sara that I wanted to pick something out for Janelle. As I was making my choices, I noticed that Sara kept returning to one particular outfit, though she said nothing to me about it. I smiled when I saw that it was almost identical to the outfit that Janelle had worn on her birthday.

I finally went over to where she stood and admired the outfit with her. “You should try it on,” I said.

Sara grinned, and grabbed the outfit, darting off to the fitting rooms. Several minutes later, she emerged, glancing at me shyly.

Dear, sweet fucking Goddess, I marveled, my pussy throbbing in response. The leather fit like a glove, and with her black hair, all Sara needed was some heavy black eyeliner to complete the look. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

Day-um, girl!” I exclaimed. “You look amazing!”

She blushed. “You really think so?”

“Don’t move,” I said. I quickly accosted a sales clerk and dragged her over to the three-way mirror, where a wide-eyed Sara gazed at her new self. “Does she look amazing, or what?” I asked.

“Amazing doesn’t do her justice,” the girl replied. “Should we bag that up?”

“See?” I said to Sara. “You look amazing.” To the sales girl I said, “Yes, absolutely — we’ll take it.”

“Meagan, no!” Sara protested. “It’s — it’s so expensive!”

“You let me worry about that,” I said. “Now go get changed so we can get that paid for.”

Her face split into the widest grin I think I’ve ever seen as she turned and dashed back to the fitting rooms.

Minutes later, shopping bags in hand, we headed back out into the mall. “Now,” I said, “we need to find a pair of boots to go with that outfit.”

“No!” Sara said, shaking her head emphatically. “You spent enough money on me, Meagan. Please, let Mom buy the boots.”

Halting in mid-step, I squatted down in front of her. “Listen, Sara. You like that outfit because it looks like the one Janelle wore on her birthday, don’t you?” She nodded. “Well then, I’ve got to help pick out the boots. See, Janelle chose that outfit because it looks just like one of mine. So I should be part of picking out the whole thing.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Did you help Janelle with hers?”

“Well, no,” I confessed. “But only because she was keeping it a secret to spring on me at her party. See, that’s why I really want to buy yours.” Not to mention because of how freaking hot you look in it, I thought.

“Okay, I guess,” Sara said. “But I hope my Mom isn’t mad at me for letting you buy this stuff.”

“You let me worry about that,” I said. “She’ll be fine with it, trust me.”

That resolved, we spent about an hour finding the perfect boots to go with Sara’s outfit, then made our way to the food court for lunch, where we gorged on greasy pizza washed down with Pepsi. Shopping is serious work, after all.

I’m never going to catch up with my workouts, I thought, as I wondered where on earth Sara managed to put all that pizza. She gulped down three slices — as much as Janelle usually had, and that little girl is no slouch when it comes to eating junk food.

As close to being shopped-out as any female worth her salt can be, Sara and I finally headed out to the car. We loaded the bags in the back seat, climbed into the front, and began the long drive home.

It was an uneventful trip, with Sara napping most of the way. She’s never going to sleep tonight, I thought — which meant that I’d be up late, too. Mind you, I wasn’t worried about it. Sara was the kind of nighttime company I wanted most right then.

Stop that, I told myself. Don’t go there.

Once I’d pulled into the garage, I gently nudged Sara’s shoulder to wake her. She looked up at me and sleepily mumbled, “Are we there yet?”

“Yep. Come on, let’s go in and get something to eat, and then we can take the tags off your new outfit. Then it’ll officially be yours!”

That earned me a huge smile, followed by Sara leaning across the center console to give me a hug. Of course, that awakened my libido all over again, pervert that I’d become.

Sara and I rummaged through the refrigerator in search of leftovers, throwing together a sort of miniature pot luck supper for ourselves. When we’d eaten our fill, I told Sara that she should run up and take a quick shower and get ready for bed, even though I knew she was too wide awake to even think of sleeping yet. Janelle would have given me some smart remark and a mock argument, but Sara just smiled prettily and went up to do as I had asked. I could really learn to like this kid, I thought.

When she had finished, Sara came downstairs in her usual sleepwear — an over-sized t-shirt and panties. The t-shirt being white, I could clearly see that she wore pink panties underneath it. I thought that she looked sexy as hell. We removed the tags from her clothes, as well as from the things I’d bought for Janelle. I wanted to wash those before she wore them, so I added Sara’s new blouse to the pile, asking Sara to pick out a movie for us to watch while I got the washing machine started.

I returned to find Sara sitting in front of the terrarium watching Ellie, a DVD case in one hand. With the other, she was tapping lightly at the glass and cooing to the snake, who was typically ignoring her. Snakes don’t tend to have much in the way of personality. Sara didn’t seem to mind, though.

Sara had chosen one of the Harry Potter movies. I’m not sure which one it was. Unlike the girls, I was not an expert in all things Harry Potter. I do have to say, though, that little Hermione was quite pleasant to watch as she learned to become a sorceress. She was also quite sexy, which I’m sure was completely unintentional. Or perhaps I found her sexy because I had recently discovered certain new depths to my own perviness. Whatever the reason, she was still sexy.

Sara was curled up next to me, her head resting against my shoulder. I was enjoying the sensation of her warm little body close to mine, occasionally wondering what it would feel like to have her naked in my arms. I know, I know — I’d become a complete lesbian pedophile, seemingly overnight. Oh, well. As my mother used to say, “What’s done is done.” This is what I was, and I refused to beat myself up because of it.

About three-quarters of the way through the movie, I felt Sara’s head beginning to nod. Glancing down, I could see that she was fighting to stay awake. It was a losing battle. After a few minutes, she rearranged herself so that she was stretched out on the sofa with her head resting on my right thigh, still facing the television. Soon enough, her breathing had evened out into the familiar rhythm of sleep.

Pausing the movie, I sat quietly, stroking Sara’s hair for a few moments. Then as carefully as I could, I eased myself from underneath her and stood up. Gently gathering her slender body into my arms, I carried Sara upstairs and into the guest room, where I lay her on the bed, covered her with a comforter, and bent down to kiss her forehead. I left the door slightly open as I exited the room, just so there would be a bit of light from the hall if she needed to get up in the night.

I went back down to turn everything off, then trudged back upstairs and to my room, where I collapsed into bed. Eight hours of driving may seem like a breeze for some people, but it always left me exhausted. I was asleep within minutes.

I woke early. I had slept deeply and dreamlessly, and felt totally refreshed. No morning blahs, no road-trip hangover. I peeked in on Sara as I went past the guest room. She was still sound asleep, sprawled carelessly across the bed. That now familiar longing stirred inside me at the sight of her, and I forced myself to walk away, march downstairs and into the kitchen, get a pot of coffee started, then head back up for my shower. This time, I walked past the guest room without looking inside. It didn’t ease my hunger for Sara, not even a little — but it was good to know I could still exercise that much self-control.

I showered, dressed, then headed towards the guest room with the intention of waking Sara. As I entered the hallway, a small sound made me hesitate — and I tiptoed carefully to the door, peering in through the small opening I’d left there.

Sara was now awake. Engrossed in what she was doing, she didn’t notice me watching her through the door. Not surprising, given what she was up to.

The comforter had been thrown back, her t-shirt had ridden up to just above her belly button, and those adorable little pink panties were pushed down to her knees. She had one hand inside her t-shirt, toying with a nipple, while the other was wedged tightly between her thighs, rubbing her pussy with a hard up-and-down motion. Her slender hips rose and fell in time with the motion of her hand. Every so often, a soft whimper escaped her lips. It was one of those whimpers that had captured my attention.

Oh, Christ, I thought. I wish I dared…

I stood transfixed. With her thighs clamped together and a hand covering her sex, I couldn’t see all of her, but somehow the scene was as erotic as any I had ever witnessed. Her pretty mouth was slightly open, and I could hear the soft gasps of her quickening breath. Sara was peaking fast, face flushed, her whimpers building into moans.

When she suddenly stiffened, her body gone rigid in the throes of ecstasy, I continued to stare, wanting desperately to thrust a hand down into my pants and come with her. Instead, I backed slowly away from the door, my pussy a pulsing wet mess.

I crept back down the hall to the bathroom and waited there, leaning against the sink for a minute or two, giving Sara time to recover from her orgasm. Then I emerged into the hallway once more, this time walking with a slightly heavier tread.

“Sara,” I sang out as I approached the door to the guest room. I knocked, then entered the room to find Sara feigning sleep, though only for a moment. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled dreamily at me. “Well,” I said, “good morning, sleepyhead.”

“G’mornin’,” Sara replied.

“Would you like some breakfast?”

Sara nodded happily. “Yes, please,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll fix us some French toast,” I said. “Why don’t you take a quick shower, then put your new outfit on? I’m sure your mom will want to see it on you.”

“I still think she’s gonna be mad at me for lettin’ you buy it,” said Sara.

“Sweetie, I promise you, your Mom is not going to be mad. Now go shower, and meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.”

She gave me an adorably doubtful look, then slid off the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

I went downstairs to start breakfast, but first, I needed to call Colleen. She answered on the first ring. I filled her in on the details of the previous day, then told her about the new outfit. As Sara had feared, she was a bit upset at first, but it only took a little bit of persuasion on my part to bring Colleen around to accepting that this was just something nice that I’d wanted to do for Janelle’s new best friend.

We ended the call with the agreement that I’d return Sara after breakfast. That task completed, I made my way into the kitchen, rolled up my sleeves and got to work on our morning feast.

Six slices of French toast and nearly a quart of orange juice later, I drove Sara home. Colleen made all the appropriate noises of gratitude over the leather outfit, and I left promising to stay in touch, reminding Colleen that I was available any time she needed someone to keep an eye on Sara while she was working.

As I drove away, watching Sara grinning and waving in my mirror, I had no idea just how much of a twist events were about to take…

Continue on to Chapter 10

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 7

  • Posted on January 5, 2017 at 3:08 pm

By Muffi

I awoke the next morning when I felt Janelle untangling herself from my arms. Before I could open my eyes, she had padded out of the living room. A few moments later, I heard the toilet flush, and sat up on the couch. From the light filtering through the drapes, I knew it had to be early. I glanced at the clock across the room. Five-fifteen. Geez…

Raising myself into a sitting position, my eyes drifted over to the snake tank. There were Ellie and Nellie, ready to pass judgment on me after what I’d done with Janelle last night…

That was when I paused in mid-thought, slowly rose to my feet and drifted over to the aquarium. I stared at my snakes, dazed.

They weren’t judging me. They weren’t saying anything to me — just lying peacefully, at one with the snake universe. I felt both relieved and incredibly foolish. Had I actually worked up this fantasy of guilt and retribution in my own mind, turning my own pets into Grand Inquisitors?

A total head case? Me? Yeah, quite probably. But now that Janelle and I had made love, all the fretting and agonizing I’d done seemed completely pointless. I hadn’t hurt my niece — I’d made her incredibly happy. She loved me, and I adored her. So there.

Taking a deep breath, feeling more at ease than I had in days, I made my way back to the couch and sat.

As if she knew that I’d been thinking about her, Janelle came thumping back into the living room and climbed up on the couch to kneel next to me. With a smile, she wound her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth.

“G’mornin’, Aunt Meagan!” she said brightly.

“Good morning, Sweetie,” I replied. “You’re up bright and early.”

“I know,” she grinned. “An’ I’m hungry, too.”

“You’re hungry all the time.”

“Nuh-uh! Only most of the time!”

“Well, you know where everything is,” I said, laughing despite the early hour. “Go stuff your face while I go to the bathroom.”

“Okies!” she said, bounding from the couch and down the hall.

I headed to the bathroom to the sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen. I peed, brushed my teeth, and ran my fingers through my hair, then headed down to the kitchen. I needed coffee. Desperately.

Janelle was sitting at the table eating a huge bowl of cereal when I walked into the kitchen. I started the ritual of making my coffee.

“Aunt Meagan,” said Janelle, “are you gonna call my Mom today and find out how Grampa’s doin’?”

“Yes, Sweetie, I am,” I said. “And I promise, if there’s been any change, I’ll call the school and leave a message for you, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she said.

I dropped two slices of bread in the toaster, then sat at the table. Janelle finished her cereal; pushing her bowl away, she looked at me, gave a loud, satisfied belch, then grinned.

I shook my head. “You’re such a little lady,” I said.

“But you love me,” she sang, grinning.

I couldn’t help laughing. “Yes,” I said, “I love you.”

Her grin faded to a gentle smile. Standing up, she came around the table and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you, too, Aunt Meagan,” she whispered.

I hugged her, smiling at the feel of her warmth against me. When she pulled away and sat back down, I looked at her expectantly. I sensed that she wanted to say something.

“Aunt Meagan,” said Janelle, “is it weird that I think I only like girls?”

“Well, no, I don’t think so,” I said. “But I’m a lesbian, so of course I wouldn’t think it was weird.” I hesitated for a moment. “Do you think it’s weird?”

“I dunno,” she said slowly. “I mean, you know how Sarah was always talkin’ about dykes, and how gross an’ disgusting they are and stuff. I’d be scared ta let anybody know I like girls.”

“Sweetie,” I said, “you know that you don’t have to announce it to the world, right? I don’t introduce myself to strangers and say, ‘Hi, I’m Meagan Bristol, and I’m a lesbian.’ I suppose that a lot of people figure it out, but I don’t just go and tell everyone I meet. It’s not a secret, but I don’t broadcast it. Do you understand what I mean?”

“So I should keep it a secret?” she asked.

“That’s up to you, Sweetie,” I said. “In some ways, it’s easier to keep it a secret. But after a while, that gets to be hard, too, because it’s like you aren’t being honest about yourself.”

“So, do you think I’m a lesbian, Aunt Meagan?” She was staring at me intently.

“Janelle, that’s something I can’t answer,” I said. “The only person who can answer that is you.”

“But how do you know?”

“Well, for me, I knew it the day that I stopped asking myself if I might be a lesbian, and actually admitted to myself that I am. When I admitted it to myself, I felt much better. Kind of peaceful, you know? There were no more questions, just knowing.”

Janelle thought about this for a few moments. “Then I don’t know if I am or not,” she said, “cuz I’m still tryin’ ta figure it out.”

“It might take you a while, Sweetie,” I said, smiling. “But don’t worry about it too much, okay? Just let yourself feel what you feel. Eventually, you’ll know.”

“‘Kay,” she said. “I gotta go get ready for school!” She jumped out of her chair and ran upstairs.

When I got to my room to get dressed, Janelle already had on her jeans and a cute little purple top with spaghetti straps. She was tying her sneakers as I came into the room. I got myself dressed, ran one brush through my hair and another over my teeth, and went back downstairs to wait for Janelle to finish. I hadn’t heard from Michelle, so I assumed that our little visit to see Sara’s father was still on for the afternoon.

Janelle came bounding down the stairs with her backpack. “Don’t forget, Sweetie,” I said, “Sara is coming over for a while after school this afternoon.”

“I know,” she said, “We’ll prob’ly do our homework, so Sara doesn’t hafta do it when she gets home t’night.”

“Okay,” I said. “And Janelle, listen. Michelle is coming over today at about three-thirty. We have something that we need to do. Will you and Sara be okay here for a little while? I want you to keep all the doors locked while we’re gone.”

“Yeah, sure,” said Janelle. She stared at me for a moment. “Are you guys gonna try ta do somethin’ about Sara’s Dad?”

“Yes, we are,” I said, nodding. “But I need you to keep it a secret, okay? I don’t want Sara to be scared or upset about this.”

“‘Kay. I hope you can do somethin’, so she’ll stop bein’ sad all the time.”

“So do I, Sweetie,” I replied. “So do I.”

We got loaded into the Chevy, and I took Janelle to school. Before she got out, she leaned over and gave me a huge, wet smacking kiss on the mouth. Pulling away she grinned at me, that mischievous look in her eyes.

“I loved last night, Aunt Meagan,” she said softly. “I like makin’ love. I like it a lot.”

I reached out and stroked her hair. “I loved it, too, Sweetie. And I love you even more.”

She grinned and opened the door. “See ya this afternoon!”

“Okay,” I said. “Remember, don’t say anything to Sara about me and Michelle.”

“I won’t. Bye, Aunt Meagan!” She slammed the door and ran off toward the front doors of the school.

I drove back home, and called Kate as soon as I got there. I felt a pang of guilt when she answered, thinking about last night, but I shoved it aside. It wasn’t wrong. I would not let myself feel guilty or ashamed because of it.

Kate said that her father-in-law seemed to be holding his own, and that things actually looked a little better, though he wasn’t out of the woods yet. She still wanted me to bring Janelle to see him on Friday, though, just in case things got bad again. I told her about my plan with Michelle for that afternoon, and made sure she was okay with Janelle being left alone for a little while. She had no problem with it. She wished us luck, I told her to give my love to her in-laws, and we hung up.

I spent the rest of the day catching up on my work, and was surprised when I noticed it was almost time to go get the girls from school. I finished up, and headed out to the Chevy.

When I pulled up in front of the school, Sara and Janelle were waiting for me, heads together, smiling and giggling. They saw me and ran to the car, climbing in back and buckling their seatbelts.

“Hi, girls,” I said. “Sara, it’s nice to see you again!”

Sara smiled shyly at me in the rearview mirror. “It’s nice to see you, too, Meagan.”

“Aunt Meagan,” said Janelle, “can we stop at McDonald’s on the way home? Please?”

I glared at her in the mirror. “Are you ever not hungry?”

She thought about this for a moment. “Nope,” she said.

“Okay,” I sighed. “We’ll stop at McDonald’s. But we’ll have to use the drive-through, because I have an appointment this afternoon.” I glanced in the mirror at Janelle.

She nodded to me. ” ‘Kay,” she said, “We can eat it when we get ta your house.” I just shook my head.

Sara, at least, had a normal appetite. One burger, a small order of fries, and a small soda. Janelle, on the other hand, ordered two double cheeseburgers, a super-sized order of fries, and a large soda. I have no idea where she puts it.

“You know,” I said, “one day, that stuff is going to catch up with you, and you’re going to start getting fat. At least, if there’s any justice in the world, you will.”

“Will you still love me if I get fat?”

“Maybe,” I said. She gave me a hurt look.

“Okay, okay,” I said. “I’ll love you no matter how fat you get.”

She grinned. “I knew it,” she said.

“Brat!”

Both girls giggled. I think Sara was still trying to adjust to the banter that takes place constantly between Janelle and I. I truly hoped that one day, I’d get to see that sad little face light up and have Sara feel completely at ease with us.

When we got to my place, the girls tumbled out and into the kitchen to eat. I went in and checked the clock. It was almost three-thirty; Michelle would be here soon. I felt a little anxious about what was going to happen, but I was also pretty secure knowing that Michelle would be there. She’s no one’s victim, and if things got out of hand, I knew that she could handle the guy.

I was in the kitchen with the girls, watching them eat and laughing with them when the doorbell rang. I went and opened the front door, to find Michelle standing there smiling at me.

I felt a little pang of regret for a moment. We had been good together, but it was over now. I was just glad that we still got along well enough that she was willing to go out of her way to help me with this.

“Hey, girl!” I said. “Long time, no see! Come on in, the girls are in the kitchen stuffing their faces.”

Michelle stepped into the hallway as I closed the door behind her. She followed me into the kitchen.

“Janelle,” I said, “look who’s here!”

Janelle gave Michelle her signature grin. “Hiya, Michelle,” she said around mouthful of fries. “This is my friend, Sara.”

“Well, hi, Sara,” Michelle said. “It’s nice to meet you.” She put her hand out for Sara to shake.

Sara took Michelle’s hand shyly and nodded, apparently too polite to talk with her mouth full. Which is more than I could say for Janelle.

Janelle swallowed hard, and then piped up, “Michelle’s a cop, Sara.”

“Police officer, Janelle, please,” said Michelle, giving a mock frown.

“Nope. Aunt Meagan says you’re a cop, ‘n’ she says you’re a damn good one, too!”

Sara gasped, and Michelle raised her eyebrows at me. Janelle looked perplexed. “What? She does!”

“Teaching her to talk like a real lady, eh, Meagan?” asked Michelle.

“Oh, be quiet,” I said, turning to the girls. “Okay, you two. Michelle and I have to run and take care of something. We won’t be gone for more than an hour. I want you to keep the doors locked until I get back, okay? And don’t answer the phone. Just let the answering machine get it. If there’s an emergency, you know my cell number.”

“‘Kay,” Janelle said. She was staring at me.

“See you later, girls,” Michelle said, smiling. “Nice meeting you, Sara.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Sara replied.

I made sure all the doors were locked, then we went to Michelle’s car. When we got in, Michelle gave me a long look.

“It’s in her eyes,” she said quietly, through clenched teeth. “You can see it in her eyes.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said. “It pisses me off more than I would have thought.”

Michelle gave me a look. “I’m not surprised. You always were one to fight for the underdog.”

“I’m no one’s hero, Michelle,” I said. “That’s why you’re coming with me.”

“So, how do we want to do this?” she asked.

“Honestly,” I said, “I don’t know. Maybe I should talk to him alone? With two of us, he might feel threatened, especially since you’re a cop.”

“And a damn good one, too,” she grinned at me.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head,” I said. She laughed at me. The bitch.

“What about this?” I asked. “I’ll get him to come out on the porch to talk to me, and you can stand by the car. You don’t look too intimidating, but if he thinks there’s two of us, he probably won’t start anything.”

“About looking intimidating…” she said, letting the sentence hang.

“What?”

“Look in the back seat.”

I turned to look in the back. On the seat was what I’d always called Michelle’s Batman utility belt, and her small leather badge case.

“But you aren’t in uniform,” I said, turning to look at her.

“So I’m in plain clothes,” she said. “Look, I’m wearing blue jeans and a white polo shirt. Trust me, with the belt, and the badge on my shirt, there’s no mistaking that I’m a cop.”

“Do you think that’s a wise thing to do? You’re not on duty.”

“He won’t know that. Besides, he’s not going to call the police. He’s not smart enough or brave enough to try and explain the visit away.”

“Okay,” I said. “It’s your call.”

“What are you going to say to him?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it yet.”

“Just going to wing it, huh?”

“Trust me, every time I see that bruise in my mind, I get mad enough to kill. I’ll come up with something.”

When we got to the long driveway that led to Sara’s house, Michelle stopped the car and got out. She reached in and got her belt from the back seat, then took her badge out of the leather case and pinned it to her shirt. She climbed back into the car.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s scare the shit out of this bastard.”

Michelle pulled the car up in front of the steps to the front porch. She shut the engine off. “Here we go,” I said, opening my door and getting out.

I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. I knew she’d be there if I needed help.

As I stepped onto the porch, I heard Michelle’s door close with a solid thunk. The house was open; I could see the Davidson patriarch sitting in his beloved recliner, the usual bottle of cheap vodka on the table next to him. It was only about one-third full.

My heart was pounding. I was scared, but damn it, this needed to be done. I took a deep breath and knocked hard on the screen door.

“Yeah, who is it?” he said in a snarling voice. He didn’t move from the recliner, didn’t even look up.

“It’s Meagan Bristol, Mr. Davidson. I need to speak to you.”

“Who? Oh, yeah, I remember you. Whad’ya want?”

“I need to speak with you for a minute, please. Could you come out here?”

“Oh, fer Christ’s fuckin’ sake!” The recliner thumped down, and he stood, listing slightly to one side. Good. If he decided to take a swing, his coordination would be off. Not that I’d be close enough for him to hit me, anyway.

He stood on the other side of the screen door. “The fuck do you want?” He peered out blearily. “Where’s Sara?”

“Sara’s fine, Mr. Davidson. She’s at my house. I need to talk to you out here for a minute. Would you come out, please?”

“I can talk just fine from here,” he snarled. “Now what the fuck do you want?”

I took a deep breath. Now I was getting pissed off. I’m not nice when I’m pissed off.

“Listen, Chuck,” I said sarcastically, “you can either come out here so I can talk to you, or my friend the police officer over there can arrest you for child abuse. Which way do you want it?”

“The fuck are you talkin’ about?” His voice went low and nasty. He pushed the screen door open and stepped onto the porch as I moved back. I let him take in Michelle, standing by the car with arms folded under her breasts, the badge, gun, and various other cop accessories clearly visible. He glared at me. “I said, what the fuck are you talkin’ about, bitch?”

“Listen, Chuck…”

He cut me off with a growl. “Don’t fuckin’ call me Chuck.”

I’d had enough of his mouth. “Okay, asshole, listen up. We’re doing you a favor coming here. If anything I say can make its way through that two-dollar vodka and into your miniscule little brain, you’d better shut your fucking mouth and pay attention.” I watched his fists ball up, but refused to back away. Michelle was there, I’d be okay.

“What I’m talking about, asshole, is a bruise that’s just about the size of one of those fists I’m looking at. It’s in the small of Sara’s back. It’s pretty distinct, too, asshole. It was made by a fist, and I seriously doubt that your wife’s hands are that big. In fact, come to think of it, I bet if we had a chance to look your wife over, we’d probably find a few more, wouldn’t we?”

His face was a mask of rage now. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth,” I snapped. “My cop friend is here to back me up. You’re lucky she’s not here to arrest you. She’s seen the pictures that I took of Sara’s back.” He suddenly looked a little frightened. Good.

“The only reason I haven’t filed a complaint against you with my cop friend here is for Sara. As much of a dickhead as you are, you’re still her father, and I really don’t think she wants you in jail. And trust me when I tell you that I have the evidence to lock your miserable little ass for a while.”

The bastard grinned at me. “Not for very long,” he said. “And what do you think happens then?”

“Chuck, Chuck, Chuck,” I said, in a patronizing tone. “You don’t get it, do you?”

He just stood there looking confused.

“You fucked up, you moron,” I said. “Sara has friends. I’d be willing to bet that with just a little bit of persuasion, Colleen would be more than happy to walk away and leave you crawling in the dirt.”

He laughed. “And where would she go? Who the fuck would take that useless bitch in?”

“I would,” I said, smiling. “In a heartbeat. You’d better believe that I’m going to make sure she knows that, too.”

He started to raise his fist.

“I’d love it if you hit me, Chuck,” I said quietly. “Please, go right ahead. You’ll be in jail faster than you can blink.”

The hand dropped. Damn it! I was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole plan. I wanted a reason, other than Sara, to have this guy arrested.

When dealing with a drunk, keep running your mouth. It will piss them off every time.

“Ah,” I said. “Not only nutless, but gutless, too. What’s wrong, Chuck? Are you afraid of a woman who isn’t afraid of you?”

I watched his jaw clench, working like he was grinding his teeth. “You better shut the fuck up, cunt,” he hissed.

“No, you better shut the fuck up. I’m going to tell you how it’s going to be from now on, and if you slip up once, if you lay a hand on Sara or your wife again, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable existence.”

I didn’t even see the hand coming. I felt something hit my cheekbone and I saw an explosion of stars as I fell on my back. I heard Michelle screaming something, but the words weren’t getting past the ringing in my ears. Then I heard the gun go off. Oh, shit, I thought, she shot him. She fucking shot him.

Michelle was still screaming. The words were coming through now, something about get down on your knees with your hands behind your head, then something about lie down flat.

I lifted myself up on one elbow to see Michelle, her gun pressed to the back of Chuck’s head, her knee on the back of his neck as she dug the handcuffs out of her belt. She cuffed his hands behind his back, told him to stay there, and got up.

As she came towards me, she holstered her gun, then helped me to sit up. “You okay?” she asked.

I nodded, feeling my cheekbone gently. It throbbed, and it was going to bruise. It was already swelling. I smiled at her. “Thanks,” I said. “I’m glad you were here.”

“Jesus, Meagan,” she said quietly. “What the hell? Were you trying to get him to hit you?”

I nodded. “Yeah. He’s not the kind who’s going to stop, Michelle. He’ll never stop, and one of them will get hurt really badly, or killed. I had to get him to hit me. Now I can press charges, too.”

Michelle sighed. “You know how much paperwork I’m going to have to do? I discharged my weapon.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry. I had to. Why did you shoot?”

“He wouldn’t stop. He kept coming for you. The only thing he could do with you flat on your back was start kicking. That wasn’t going to happen.”

I watched her stand and step over to the man she’d just taken down. “Charles Davidson, you’re under arrest for the assault of Meagan Bristol. You are also under arrest for child abuse, and endangering the welfare of a child. I’m hoping I can find more.” I listened as she read him his rights. She pulled her cell phone out, and hit speed dial.

“This is Officer DuBois,” she said. “I need backup here; I have one suspect in custody. No, I’m off duty, and I’m not going to transport him in my vehicle. Yes.” She gave directions to our location, then hung up the phone.

It’s amazing how fast the cops show up when one of their own needs backup. Within about four minutes, there were five police cars in front of the Davidson house, lights flashing, cops all over the place. Chuck was led away to a patrol car. Michelle was talking to another officer, one with stripes on his arm. I figured I’d just go sit in the car.

When Michelle was done, she came and got into her car, starting the engine. As we pulled away, she glanced over at me. “You’ll have to make a statement at some point,” she said. “The sooner the better. Not tonight though. We have too much to do.” She was in full cop mode now, taking charge.

“First, we need to go see Colleen Davidson,” she continued, “before we do anything else. This will be easier for Sara if it comes from her, and not from us. We’ll get her from work, and take her to your house. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course,” I said.

She glanced at me again, then winced. “Jesus, Meagan. I should have called an ambulance, too.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “Besides, it was worth it. It got him locked up.”

“Yeah, well, let’s hope he stays locked up for at least a few days, until we can figure out the next step. I hope Sara’s mother will be willing to keep him away.”

“We’ll talk to her,” I said. “She can’t let him slide this time.”

We were silent for the rest of the drive to the diner where Colleen worked. Michelle said that she hoped we got there before the asshole got to make his one phone call. We needed to talk to her first.

I flipped open my cell phone when we pulled into the parking lot, and dialed my home number. Janelle didn’t answer, but I knew she’d hear the answering machine. I waited for it to pick up.

“Janelle, it’s Aunt Meagan,” I said. “Pick up the phone, please. I need to talk to you.”

Suddenly, Janelle was there. “Hi, Aunt Meagan!” she said cautiously.

“Hi, Sweetie. What are you guys up to?”

“Doin’ our homework,” she replied.

“Okay, good,” I said. “Listen, Janelle, I need you to act like everything is normal, okay? I’m fine, Michelle is fine, and Sara’s Dad is in a lot of trouble. Just don’t let her know that anything happened. Wait for us to get there, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she replied.

“Okay,” I said. “We may be running a few minutes late, and I didn’t want you to worry. We’ll be back just as soon as we can, okay?”

“‘Sure,” she said. “Want me to get somethin’ out for dinner?”

“Uhm, no, it’s okay. I’ll get pizza.” I headed off the expected request. “With extra of all your favorites, and no eyebrows.”

“Cool!” she said, giggling. “Can Sara stay for dinner, you think?”

“I’ll have to check, Sweetie, but if she can, I’ll bring some for her, too.”

“Cool!”

“I’ll see you as soon as I can, Sweetie.”

“‘Kay. Bye!”

“Bye.” I flipped the phone shut.

I turned to Michelle. “This might be tricky. Colleen’s boss gives her shit if she even gets a phone call at work.”

Michelle grinned. “I still have the badge on, Darlin’. Don’t worry about the boss.”

“You like power tripping, don’t you?” I asked.

“Job perk,” she laughed.

We walked into the diner. I looked around, and we went to the register. I didn’t see Colleen anywhere. When the waitress at the register saw my face, she winced.

“That bad?” I asked.

“It looks like it hurts. A lot.”

She was right. It was beginning to throb, sending a harsh, dull pain through the whole left side of my face.

“You want some ice for that?” the waitress asked. “I can get you some.”

“Yes, please. That would help,” I said. “Also, we need to see Colleen Davidson. It’s important.”

“Okay, she’s out back. I’ll tell her you’re here.”

“Just tell her it’s Meagan Bristol. And thanks,” I said.

We turned and sat down at the counter. A few moments later, Colleen came through the door from the kitchen. When she saw my face, she gasped. She stared at me for a moment, then looked at Michelle. I saw her eyes go to the badge. Her gaze snapped back to me.

“What happened?” she asked. “Was there an accident? Where’s Sara? Is she okay?” The words came out in a rush.

“Sara is fine,” I said. “There’s been no accident. She’s at my house with Janelle.” As relief washed over her face, the other waitress came out with a plastic bag filled with ice, handing it to me. I winced as I put it against my face, but it did feel better after a moment or two.

“Colleen,” I said, “this is my friend, Michelle DuBois. Michelle is a police officer. She’s the only reason this isn’t worse than it is.” I looked around. “Is there a place we can talk privately?”

“My boss won’t like it,” she said.

Michelle stood. “Is he in the kitchen?” she asked. Colleen nodded. “I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.” She walked through the door into the kitchen as if she owned the place.

“We’ll be in a booth down there,” said Colleen, pointing to a deserted end of the diner. Michelle was already out of sight.

As we sat down, Colleen looked at me, worry etched into her face. “Meagan, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

I gathered my thoughts for a moment, trying to figure out where to start. Well, when in doubt, start at the beginning.

“Colleen,” I said, “the night that Sara stayed at my house with me and Janelle, I saw something.” I paused, but she didn’t say anything. “I saw a pretty bad bruise on Sara’s back. I think we both know who put it there.”

Her eyes filled with horror. “Not again,” she whispered. “He promised he’d never hit her again.”

“Well, he did,” I said. “And unless I’m completely wrong, I don’t think that Sara is the only one he hits.”

Her face flushed as her eyes dropped to the table. She didn’t say anything.

“Anyway,” I said, “after I saw that, I called Michelle, to ask for advice. I’m sorry if you think I was interfering, but I couldn’t let something like that go. We went to your house this afternoon. I wanted to try and scare him a little, let him know that someone else knows what’s going on, maybe get him to stop. That was pretty stupid of me.”

Her eyes snapped up. “He did that to you?”

I nodded. “To be fair, I asked for it. Practically begged for it, really. When I was talking to him, it hit me that nothing I could say, nothing I could threaten him with would make him stop. He’s just that kind of man. So, I goaded him until he hit me. That gave Michelle enough reason to arrest him.”

Colleen went pale. “He’s in jail?” I nodded. “He’s going to be furious. Oh, God, you don’t know…”

Michelle came to the booth at that point, sitting down next to me.

“Colleen,” I said, “listen to me. He’s not going to do anything. Michelle is involved in this now. She’ll protect you, I promise.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Michelle nodding her head.

“He’ll just make us move again,” she said. “That’s what he did the last time.”

“You don’t have to go with him,” I said. “You can get the courts and the police to help you. You can leave him.”

“No, I can’t,” she said. “He’ll come after me, and if anything happens to me, where’s that going to leave Sara? Alone with him. And that I won’t allow. Besides, I don’t make enough money to support us. I can’t get out, don’t you see?”

I saw Michelle tip her head to one side. “I ran a background check on him, Colleen. He doesn’t have a job, at least, he’s not on a regular payroll anywhere. If you’re supporting the three of you now, you can certainly support just you and Sara.”

“He…” She hesitated. “He picks up some extra money on the side.”

“Doing what?” asked Michelle.

Colleen’s eyes dropped to the table. “I can’t say,” she whispered.

“Colleen,” I said, “you don’t owe him anything. If he’s doing something illegal, Michelle is exactly the person you need to tell. She won’t give you away, and it might be what you need to keep him away from you for good.”

Her voice was barely a whisper. “All I know is he makes some kind of drug and sells it. I’ve never seen him doing it, though. I just know he does. He’s real careful not to let many people come to the house.”

“Where does he make it?” Michelle asked.

“There’s an old barn on the property. He makes it there.”

“And you don’t know what he makes?” said Michelle.

“I heard him on the phone once. He said something about cooking a batch of crystals, whatever that means. I don’t know anything about drugs.”

I could feel Michelle squirming in the seat next to me. “Crystal meth,” she said. “The guy’s got a meth lab!”

Michelle reached out and took Colleen’s hand. “He’s going to go away for a very long time, Colleen,” she said softly. “The courts really frown on people making methamphetamine in this state.” She thought for a moment.

“Colleen, does he have any money in the house that you know of?”

Colleen shook her head. “I don’t know. I never saw much money from him, anyway. We were supposed to get rich when he started this. Not that I believed him, anyway.”

“Do you know where he’d hide it if he did?”

Colleen thought for a moment. “Well, he’s got big old trunk down in the basement that no one’s allowed to go near,” she said. “The only other place I can think of would be in the barn out back.”

“Okay,” said Michelle. “Listen, I’m not going to say anything about this yet. I can’t go back there, because without a warrant, I’d just cause problems down the road. But your husband is in jail at least for a couple of days, so it’s safe there. I’m going to have Meagan go out and see what she can find. If she doesn’t mind, that is.” She turned to look at me.

“No, that’s fine,” I said.

“Good.” Michelle looked back at Colleen. “Once a warrant is served, any cash they find is going to be seized. I want to make sure it’s out of there before we search. If it’s there, and Meagan can find it, she’ll get it for you. Oh, and Colleen…” She paused. “We never had this discussion.”

Colleen sat there across from us, her eyes shifting from my face to Michelle’s and back again. “Do you really think you can get him away from us?” she whispered.

“Colleen, if he’s cooking meth in that barn, he’s going to be in prison for quite some time,” Michelle answered.

The hope in Colleen’s eyes was almost palpable.

“Do you want to take the rest of the night off?” I asked. “You’re welcome to come to my house and stay if you want to.”

She shook her head. “I can’t afford to take a night off,” she said. “My boss might be okay with a long break to talk to a police officer, but not with skipping out for the night.” A worried look crossed her face. “Oh. What am I going to do with Sara?”

“Sara is fine right where she is,” I said. “Don’t even worry about it. She’s welcome to stay until you get off work, or overnight, if that’s more convenient for you. You could come over when you get out, too, if you’d like.”

She looked at Michelle. “When do you think they’ll be searching?” she asked.

“Tomorrow by noon, most likely,” Michelle answered. “I won’t call this in until I hear from Meagan one way or the other about any money there.”

“Okay, then. Well, if you’re sure it’s okay, I guess maybe I’ll come to your house tonight. I really don’t want to be there when they search. And I need to talk to Sara about her father.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “I’ll wait up for you then.”

“And I’ll stay with the girls while Meagan goes to your house,” Michelle said. “Don’t worry, Colleen. This is going to be the best thing for you. And for Sara.”

“I hope you’re right,” she said softly. “If he gets out, it’ll just be worse.”

“Leave that to me,” said Michelle.

“You know where I live, right?” I asked. Colleen nodded. “Good. I’ll be up waiting for you tonight. The front door will be open, just walk in, okay?”

“Okay.” She sighed, then met my eyes. “Thank you,” she said simply.

“It’s just a bruise,” I grinned. “Makes me look tough.”

“No, I mean… For caring. About Sara. About us.”

“She’s a beautiful little girl,” I said. “And no one deserves to live like that. Well, except maybe Chuck.”

She looked mystified for a moment. “Oh, my God! Did you call him Chuck?” She was grinning now as I nodded. “He hates being called ‘Chuck.’ I mean, it just makes him furious!”

I touched my cheek. “Yeah, I found that out,” I said.

Her face flushed. “I’m sorry for that,” she said.

“Colleen, you don’t have to apologize for him,” I said. “Besides, I wanted him to hit me. And I got what I wanted.”

We all stood. As we neared the door, I smiled at Colleen. “Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s going to work out.”

She smiled. I think it was the first genuine smile I’d seen on her face.

“I’ll see you later tonight,” I said.

When we got in the car, I called home again. After hearing me tell her to pick up, Janelle answered again.

“Sweetie, there’s a little change in plans. I’m not coming inside when we get there. Michelle is going to stay with you for a little while. There’s one more thing I need to do.”

“Why aren’t you comin’ in?” Janelle asked.

“I’ll explain later, Sweetie. While I’m gone, Michelle will order the pizza, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she said. She sounded a little worried.

“It’s okay, Janelle,” I said. “Everything is fine. I just have an errand that has to be taken care of right away.”

When we got to my house, Michelle and I went in through the garage door. I got in the Chevy and backed out while Michelle went into the house. I’d told her where she’d find money for the pizza. She said she’d call in the order as soon as I let her know that I was finished at the Davidson’s. By the time I got back, it would probably be just about time to eat.

When I got there, I felt kind of strange walking into the house with no one else there. I had put on the black leather gloves that Michelle had taken out of her belt and given to me. My fingerprints aren’t on record, but it would be better not to take any chances. It felt kind of surreal, actually. Meagan Bristol, Private Investigator. That thought gave me a bout of the giggles.

I walked through the first floor of the house. I figured going to the second floor would be a waste of time; there were probably only bedrooms and a bathroom up there. Just for the hell of it, as I passed the recliner, I picked up the bottle of vodka and opened it. He seemed to always use a glass, so I wasn’t too worried. I took a long pull from the bottle, grimacing at the taste of cheap vodka. It was just a moral victory, really. I’d gotten him arrested, and now I was drinking his booze.

I put the bottle down, and wandered through to the kitchen. I found the door to the cellar, flipped the light switch and went down the old stairs. The walls were the old-fashioned kind, built from stacked stones, and there was an ancient furnace in the middle of the room. Under a workbench, I saw the trunk that Colleen had told us about. It was locked, but the lock was one that I was pretty sure I could force with a screwdriver. I searched the workbench, looking for one big enough, when I saw an old brass key on the shelf. That’s what I call security.

I opened the lid of the trunk, and gasped.

It was full of guns. Mostly handguns, but a few short rifles, too, the kind with long black magazines on the bottom. Assault rifles, I think they’re called. I’m not much for guns, but I’d learned a little bit from Michelle when we were together.

I was about to close the trunk when I noticed a small compartment inside the lid. There was a little knob, and I turned it. The compartment opened, and there were four stacks of cash inside. I took them out one by one, and again following Michelle’s advice, kept two of the stacks, leaving the rest inside. She had said that if there was any money, it would be better to leave some of it behind for the police to find. I left a stack of twenties and a stack of fifties in the lid, taking two stacks of fifties with me. I didn’t bother to count it. That was for later, when Colleen got to my house.

As I went back up the cellar stairs, I was thinking. There was quite a bit of money in the trunk, but not really as much as I would have thought, for someone making meth. I’d always heard that meth was pretty lucrative. And all those guns. There had to be more money somewhere. Colleen was going to need it; besides, she deserved it after living with that asshole.

I decided to check the barn where Colleen said he made the meth. I rummaged in the kitchen until I found a package of brown paper lunch bags. I pulled out two, putting the cash I’d already found in one. I folded the other one up and stuck it in my hip pocket.

I went out to the Chevy, looking around, then slid the money under the passenger’s seat. I closed and locked the door, and wandered to the back of the house, looking for the barn. There was a path leading away from the house, so I followed it. When I came out of the trees and saw the barn in front of me, I froze, listening intently. I wanted to be sure no one was around before I went poking around inside.

There was no sign of life. The side door to the barn wasn’t even locked. What kind of drug dealer was this idiot? Keys in plain sight, no locks on the stash house. I shook my head. The stupidity of some people never ceases to amaze me.

I’d never seen a meth lab before. The barn was about one-third filled with tables, fifty-gallon drums, hoses and tubes, all kinds of weird stuff cobbled together. It looked like some itinerant mad scientist had set up shop in there. But I wasn’t interested in the process. I was looking for money.

I started searching, but didn’t see anything that looked promising. Then I saw a large wooden crate under one of the tables, with a black garbage bag in it. I almost passed it by, but didn’t. I stuck my hand down, and felt the bag. It didn’t feel like trash.

I slid the crate out from under the table. When I opened the bag, I almost fainted. There was money, all right. A lot of money. I shook my head. What the hell? Was he saving for a rainy day? He could have helped out a little bit around the house with this kind of cash. Instead, he was squirreling it away. What a prick!

I wasn’t going to bother trying to figure out what to take and what to leave. I looked around quickly, and found a box of garbage bags. Pulling one out, I stuffed stacks of cash into it, not even bothering to look at what I was throwing in there. When I’d taken about three-quarters of the money, I closed the bag back up and slid the crate back under the table. I picked up the bag I’d stuffed the cash into; it must have weighed about fifteen pounds. So much for Colleen’s financial worries.

I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. I was nervous now, not wanting to be caught with this much money in my hands, walking away from a meth lab. When I got to the car, I threw the bag in the back seat, locked the Chevy up again, and ran into the house. I flew up the stairs, and found Sara’s bedroom. Rummaging around, I grabbed a pair of pants, a t-shirt, socks and panties. I wanted a reason for being here if I ran into any police on my way out. I rushed back to my car, got in, and drove down the driveway.

As soon as I turned on to the main road, I pulled over for a moment, flipped my cell open, and called Michelle. She answered right away.

“You want to call in that pizza order?” I said.

“Will do,” she replied. “You’re all done?”

“Yup,” I said. “Jackpot.”

“Good,” she said. “That’s one thing Colleen won’t have to worry about.”

“From the look of things, she won’t have to worry for quite a while if she’s careful.”

“That much?”

“That much,” I said. “You’ll see.”

“Okay,” she replied, “see you in a few.”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I’d ripped off a crystal meth dealer! He should be grateful, I thought. Anyone else would have taken it all. I was grinning from ear to ear, my heart pounding in my chest. Even my battered cheekbone felt better. I pulled the gloves from my hands and laid them on the seat, then cranked up my stereo, singing along with Bonnie Raitt. Hey, I was alone. No children or small animals were being tortured.

I pulled in the garage, closing the door behind me, then got out of the car and locked it. I didn’t want to bring the cash in with the girls there. When I walked into the kitchen, Sara, Janelle and Michelle were all sitting at the table, drinking soda and waiting for the pizza.

“Ohmygod! Aunt Meagan!” Janelle shrieked when she saw my face.

Sara turned and looked at me with sad eyes. “Did my Dad do that to you?” she asked.

I looked at Michelle. “They know,” she said quietly. “I told them Sara would be spending the night, and that her mother would be here to stay, too, when she gets off work. I had to explain why, and I figured I might as well be honest.”

“I hope he never gets out,” said Sara softly. “So he can’t ever hurt my Mom again.” Two tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Come here, Sweetie,” I said, holding out my arms. I squatted down as she came near, wrapping my arms around her. “It’s okay, I promise. He’s never going to hurt you or your Mom again.”

“But what if he gets out?”

“Trust me, Sara,” I said. “By the time he gets out of jail, he’s not going to be able to find you. Things are going to be better from now on.”

We got up and went to sit at the table.

“Does your Dad hit your Mom a lot, Sara?” Michelle asked.

Sara nodded. “He hits her all the time.”

“When was the last time?”

“Yesterday,” she said.

Michelle looked at me and raised one eyebrow. I nodded. I’d talk to Colleen about that. It was one more thing to charge him with.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” I said. I went to the Chevy and got the clothes I’d grabbed from Sara’s room, bringing them back in. “I went by your house and grabbed a change of clothes for you, Sara. I forgot your toothbrush, though, but I have some new ones in the bathroom. You can have one of them.”

“Well, I’m going to head out,” said Michelle. “I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do, and I need to take care of something else, too.” She smiled at me.

“You’re not stayin’ for pizza, Michelle?” Janelle asked.

“Not tonight, Baby. I’ve got a lot of work to do, thanks to your aunt.”

“But you’re highly qualified to do it,” I said, “being such a damn good cop and all.”

She gave me a look. I shrugged and looked innocent. Like she’d buy that.

I told the girls I wanted to talk to Michelle for a minute, and that I’d be right back. We walked out to the garage.

“You know,” I said, “I kind of feel like I’m in a really bad movie. Something I’d see on Janelle’s favorite channel.”

“What’s that?”

I rolled my eyes. “Lifetime,” I said.

Michelle laughed. “Oh, yeah. The ‘I’ve Been Raped’ channel.”

I opened up the Chevy, dug the paper bag out from under the front seat, and opened the back door. When I opened the garbage bag, Michelle’s mouth dropped.

“Holy shit!” she said.

“I know. And I thought to leave some behind, too.”

“Good. Well, those two aren’t going to have to worry about money for a while,” she said.

“Nope, they’re not,” I replied.

At the side door of the garage, she stopped and turned to me. Her eyes searched my face for a moment. “You did a really good thing today, Meagan. He was only going to get worse with time. You may very well have saved one or both of their lives.”

“Stop it,” I said. “You’re the one who saved my ass, remember?”

She leaned forward and gave me a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, brushing my hair back. “I know it can’t ever be the same, Meagan,” she said. “But I can’t help wishing sometimes that things had turned out differently for us.”

“I know,” I whispered. “Me, too.”

She stared at me for another moment. “Tomorrow, you and Colleen are going to have to come in and give statements,” she said.

I nodded. “I’ll talk to her tonight about the abuse, and see if I can get her to press charges. I don’t think she’ll have a problem with that now.”

“Probably not,” she replied. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Call me in the morning, and we’ll figure out what’s up.”

“I will. Thanks Michelle. For everything.”

“I was doing my job. You’re the one who took a risk today.”

I laughed. “Doing your job, and bending a lot of rules,” I said.

She grinned. “I’m good at it,” she said, “being such a damn good cop and all.”

“Get out of here,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As I entered the kitchen, the front doorbell rang. Janelle jumped up, but I told her to wait, even though it was probably the pizza. I was still nervous after everything that had happened, and didn’t want one of the girls answering the door.

It was the pizza; I paid for it and tipped the delivery guy, smiling at the three boxes. I got to have eyebrows after all. I also got to work out even more for the next few days, to keep the calories from taking up permanent residence on my hips.

It was a subdued meal. We talked, but it was just quiet chit-chat. I wasn’t sure how to go about cheering Sara up, and decided to let it go. If anyone could do that, it would be Janelle. I glanced at her, and when she caught my eye, she smiled and winked at me. I grinned while my heart melted.

After we ate, I sent the girls upstairs to get showered and changed for bed. Janelle had plenty of clothes here, so Sara could borrow something of hers for the night. I also told them that, for tonight, they’d be sharing the guest room. I’d be waiting up for Sara’s mother, and I wanted to let her have the master bedroom. She deserved a decent night’s rest, something I was pretty sure she hadn’t had for a while. I’d sleep on the couch.

The girls came back downstairs, and we watched the idiot box for a while. When nine o’clock came, I sent them off to bed, giving both of them a good night kiss. About three minutes after they went upstairs, Janelle came back down and gave me another kiss, this time a long, slow open-mouthed kiss, complete with dancing tongues.

When she finally pulled away, she gave me a teasing look. “That’s so you’ll think about me when you go ta sleep t’night.”

I smacked her bottom, then squeezed it affectionately. “Good night, brat,” I said. “I love you.”

Janelle grinned at me. “Love you too, Aunt Meagan. ‘Night.” With that, she bounced back up to bed.

I switched the channel to SyFy with a sigh of contentment. Finally, I got to watch what I liked to watch.

About forty minutes later, I needed to pee, and decided to get ready for bed myself. I went upstairs quietly, not wanting to disturb the girls. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard hushed giggling coming from the guest room. Thinking I’d burst in on them and ask them what they were doing still awake, I crept quietly down the hall. As I neared the door to the guest room, I could make out quiet voices.

“See? Right here.” It was Janelle. “You rub it right here, and it feels sooo good.”

The next thing I heard was Sara as she let out a soft, long, ‘Oh’ sound.

The door was about half open, but I hesitated. I wanted to look. God, how I wanted to look! But I didn’t want to interrupt them, either. If I was hearing this correctly, Janelle was giving masturbation lessons to Sara.

Suddenly, I had a very evil, but very arousing idea.

I slipped quietly into my bedroom. My laptop was still there, on the dresser. I opened it, powered it up, and plugged it in so it wouldn’t be running on batteries. I didn’t want to risk it losing power. As quickly as I could, I changed the settings so that the desktop was just a black screen, hid the desktop icons, then the taskbar. Finally, I turned on the webcam and set it to record. Then I crept back about halfway down the stairs, turned around, and came up the stairs again, making plenty of noise. I peeked into the guest room to find both girls under the covers, but not hiding the fact that they were still awake.

“Hey, you two,” I said. “Change of plans. Why don’t you two sleep in my bed tonight, and Sara’s Mom can have this room. All of your stuff is in my room, so it’ll make things easier in the morning.”

With mock complaints, they both got out of bed and padded across to my room. I followed them in, and grabbed myself a t-shirt and clean panties. “Good night, you two,” I said, smiling.

They sang out a “goodnight,” and I left the room, closing the door to give them their privacy. Or so they thought.

I showered in record time, pulled on my panties and t-shirt, brushed my teeth, and headed back downstairs. As I passed my bedroom door, I could hear the muffled giggling again, and I smiled to myself. I was instantly wet at the thought of what I might find recorded tomorrow.

I wasn’t sure what time Colleen would be arriving, so unfortunately for me, masturbating was out of the question for the moment. The thought of those two little girls upstairs, in my bed, and what they might be getting up to had me as horny as I’ve ever been in my life.

It would have to wait, though. Damn it.

At about eleven-thirty, I heard a car pulling into my driveway, and saw lights flash through the window. A few moments later, there was a timid knock at the front door, and then it immediately opened. As I stood and turned, I saw Colleen hesitantly stepping into the front hall. I put on the best smile I could, given my swollen and tender cheek, and stepped around the couch to meet her.

“Colleen, come in, please,” I said. “Make yourself comfortable. We may be up for a little while.”

Colleen smiled shyly. “Thank you so much for everything you’re doing,” she said softly. She winced when she looked more closely at my face. “Oh, God. That must really hurt.”

I waved a dismissive hand. “It’s not so bad now. It throbs, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I pointed to the stairway. “You’re going to have the guest room tonight. Would you like a shower? You’re a little smaller than I am, but I have some sweats or some pajamas that should work for you. You can borrow some clothes in the morning, and we’ll figure out how to get you some of your own clothes later.”

“Oh, yes! I’d love a shower,” she said.

I waved a hand for her to follow me. “The girls are in my room,” I said in a whisper. “I’ll get some pajamas for you while you put your purse in the guest room. I did have the girls in there, but then I thought you might like to sleep in tomorrow, so I moved them to my room.”

I showed Colleen to the guest room, then crept into my room and quietly pulled out a pair of light pajamas for her. I also took the opportunity to shut the webcam down. I couldn’t wait for the chance to view my little treasure.

Returning to the guest room, I showed Colleen to the bathroom, and told her I’d be downstairs when she finished. Leaving her to her shower, I returned to the living room. Ten minutes later, she joined me. When she did, I got up and locked the front door, then closed the blinds and pulled the drapes. Smiling, I turned to face her again.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked. “We have quite a bit to talk about, and we need to do it tonight. I’m going to suggest wine or beer, or even liquor. You’re going to need a drink, I believe.”

“Wine would be good,” she said shyly.

I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of Merlot, and then brought them to the living room. I told Colleen to relax, that I’d be back in just a minute. I went into the garage and retrieved the heavy garbage bag from the back seat, lugged it into the living room, and left it on the floor at the end of the couch.

I sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Colleen, took a sip of my wine, and then smiled at her.

“I have some good news, and some even better news,” I said. “Let’s start with the good news, although it might be difficult for you to talk about this with a stranger.” She gave me a questioning look.

“Colleen,” I said softly, “Sara gave you away this afternoon. She knows what happened today. When Michelle and I talked to her, she said that she hopes your husband never gets out of jail, so that he can never hurt you again.” Colleen’s eyes dropped away from mine. “She also said that the last time he hit you was yesterday.”

She nodded, still not meeting my eyes.

“Okay, look,” I said. “That’s a good thing. Not that he hit you, but because if he left a mark, you can document it. And you are going to need to file charges against him. When we tack spousal abuse on top of child abuse, endangering the welfare of a child, and what’s going to happen because of that nifty little meth lab he has going, he’s going to go away for a very long time. We need that to happen. You need that to happen, for your sake and for Sara’s.”

“But what if he doesn’t go to jail?” she asked.

“Colleen, I was out there this afternoon,” I replied. “I saw the meth lab. He’s going to go away, trust me. Even without the spousal abuse charges. But the more we can stack up on him, the longer he goes away.” Softening my voice, I said, “Did he leave any marks on you?”

She nodded. “But I don’t want to show them to you. Not now, not yet.”

“I understand,” I said. “But tomorrow, the police will want to photograph them. Don’t worry, it will be a female officer. And if you want, I’ll go with you.” She nodded, finally meeting my eyes again.

“Now,” I said. “Take a good slug of that wine, because I have something to show you.”

I set my glass on the coffee table, and dragged the garbage bag over in front of Colleen. I took the bottom of it in my hands, and lifted, dumping the stacks of cash on the floor in front of her. I heard her gasp in astonishment, and grinned at the look on her face. Her jaw was hanging open.

“Is that… I mean, did you find that… I mean, he had all that money hidden somewhere?”

“He had all of this, and there’s at least this much left behind.” She looked up at me, again giving me a questioning look. “Michelle told me that it would be best to leave some for the cops to find when they search the place tomorrow. I’m pretty sure the only place where there’s any money is in the barn, so they’ll believe that you didn’t know about it.”

She sat staring at the pile of money in the middle of the living room floor. I saw her shake her head once, open her mouth, close it, and shake her head again.

“That son of a bitch,” she said. “The house could have been repaired. Sara could have had decent clothes for school. I wouldn’t be driving a car that breaks down every other week.” She shook her head again. “That piece of shit loser,” she hissed through her teeth.

“I have no idea how much is here,” I said. “I didn’t bother to count it. I just took what looked to be about half of it, and left the rest, and then I got out of there.” I grinned. “I’ll get some paper. You want to have a counting party?”

Colleen nodded, a wide, genuine grin spreading over her face. She was actually quite pretty, now that she wasn’t living in quite so much fear of that lardass Chuck.

I got a spiral notebook and a pen from my office, and threw them on the coffee table when I returned to the living room. We started counting. There was no rhyme or reason to the bundles. Each bundle had one denomination, but some had twenty bills, some a hundred bills. At one point, I got up and retrieved the remainder of the bottle of wine from the kitchen, and we each had a second glass. Almost three hours later, we were finished. I tallied up the totals we had written down; grinning, I handed the notebook to Colleen.

Her jaw dropped again. Her eyes got huge, then she jerked her head up to look at me.

“162,270 dollars?” she said incredulously. “That’s what I’d make at my job in about ten years!”

We were both silent for a few minutes. Colleen picked up her wine with a shaking hand, and drained the glass. I held out the wine bottle, and she let me pour the last of the wine for her.

“The more I think about this, the madder I get,” she said. “I mean, the way we’ve lived…” She sighed deeply. “Well, I guess I’ll just consider it as having been in the bank, and now I’ve withdrawn it. No, now I’ve closed the account. For good.”

I smiled. I got the metaphor.

“You can’t put this in the bank, you know,” I said. “There’s no way you can let anyone know about this money. You’re going to have to store it; hide it away, and spend it a little at a time.”

She nodded. “I know. That’s okay. At least I know that I can afford to take care of Sara and myself for a long time, if I’m careful with it.”

“But you know,” I said, grinning again, “you can take yourself and Sara on a little shopping spree. If anyone asks, you just tell them that I loaned you the money. We’ll pick an amount, and you take that much cash out. I’ll verify it if anyone asks.”

Her face softened. “Oh… Sara will love being able to get some new clothes,” she said quietly.

“Something tells me,” I said, “that you won’t mind getting some new things, either.”

Suddenly, she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. “Meagan, I… I don’t know how to thank you for this. You and Michelle. For everything you’re doing.”

I sat down next to her, and pulled her into a hug. “There’s no need to thank us,” I said. “I couldn’t just do nothing after I saw that bruise on Sara’s back. Michelle couldn’t just do nothing when I told her about it.” I held her for a few more moments.

“Come on,” I said, “Let’s get this put away. Keep some out for yourself, but not too much. The rest we’ll put in a duffel bag, and hide away for you.”

I went to the garage again and dug out an old, red canvas duffel bag that I have. Bringing it back to the living room, I put it on the floor, and we stuffed the cash into it. When it was all in except for five hundred dollars that Colleen was keeping out, we went to the garage and put the bag up on a shelf with a bunch of old camping gear that I have. Just another piece of stuff, stored in the garage.

When we finished, it was after three o’clock. Colleen went upstairs to bed, after protesting that she should sleep on the couch. I told her that she was not sleeping on the couch, that she was going to sleep in the guest room, that she would sleep as late as she wanted, and that I’d take the girls to school in the morning. She smiled gratefully, and went up to bed.

I set my travel alarm, pulled my heavy old afghan from the back of the couch, and lay with the unbruised side of my face on the pillow. I was asleep almost instantly.

Continue on to Chapter 8

School Memories, Chapter 6

  • Posted on January 2, 2017 at 3:53 pm

By Passing Cloud

The rest of the day was a blur of warm and happy thoughts. I was genuinely excited about getting home and doing this new game with my sister.

After school, as we walked back, Kathy told me that she had spoken with Maria about her cousin and what I had said.

True to her word, Maria hadn’t let me down. She confirmed everything I had said to Kathy, and in fact had insisted that she tried being tied up and ‘tickled’. She had virtually instructed Kathy to let me do what I wanted.

I couldn’t hide my delight as I skipped along. My huge grin betraying my excitement, I even started to make fun of my sister; mocking her and laughing. I hopped around her singing “I’m going to tie you up, I’m going to tie you up…”

I thought she would be cross, but she laughed along with me. I think she was looking forward to bedtime as well.

We ate our food quickly and then scuttled upstairs to ‘play’. Our parents were professional people and seemed happy enough for us to keep out of the way and not make too much noise.

I didn’t waste any time telling Kathy that I wanted to find something ‘good’ to tie her up with — I wanted to practise so that when we went to bed and “did it” properly, there was no way she would be able to get away.

I was so excited with the thought of having her completely helpless and at my mercy and naked, I was almost in a frenzy. I rummaged through my drawers and wardrobe and ordered (my ‘dominance’ was becoming more and more apparent) her to do the same.

After a few minutes we got together in the middle of the room to see what we’d got. We had both found a number of old pairs of tights, and Kathy had found a length of crepe bandage which had been used on her sprained ankle some months ago.

We giggled and laughed as we sorted through the items, making no pretence about how they would be used.

I made the point that the tights felt really strong and that she wouldn’t be able to move a muscle. Kathy, to my delight, was just as enthusiastic and agreed wholeheartedly. I picked up the bandage and observed, “This would make a good gag. We don’t want Mum and Dad to hear you squealing.” That made us laugh again, and I noticed how flushed her face was. I think she was aroused even then.

I laid all the items out that we were going to use and told Kathy I wanted to ‘have a practise’.

She thought that was a great idea (I couldn’t believe her enthusiasm, but I liked it) and so I said, “Okay, then — just sit still, put your leg out, and I’ll try these.” I grabbed a pair of the old white tights.

It took me a little time to get it right. I was so pleased that we had decided to try it out first. I found that if I wrapped the tights around Kathy’s ankle or wrist a few times — nice and tight — then the ensuing simple knot would hold it in place and it was virtually impossible for her to escape. I made her try “really hard” to wriggle out. Eventually, I was satisfied I had a reasonable technique.

“Let’s do it properly now,” I suggested.

Once more, Kathy immediately complied.

I used the legs of one pair of tights on her ankles and another on her wrists (I had already visualised what I was going to do later, on the bed). In a matter of minutes her legs were bound securely and her hands tied tightly behind her back. We giggled and laughed throughout, and when I was done I stood up to observe and appreciate my handiwork.

She was lying on her side, her head twisted to look up at me. I saw how helpless she was. I also saw again how flushed she was. I knew she was aroused — I could sense it. And that knowledge, together with my pleasure at her helplessness, made me aroused too.

I crouched down beside Kathy and poked her gently in the ribs with my index finger.

“Ow!” she yelped. “Don’t!”

So I did it again, grinning.

She yelped again.

“Be quiet,” I ordered her. Then I leaned closely over her and whispered into her ear, “I can do anything I want to you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” I giggled as I said it. What a wonderful feeling of power. I felt my heart beating loudly. It was oh, so thrilling. I couldn’t wait until later when I had her completely to myself. In the dark. My parents asleep. Kathy naked and helpless. I was getting more and more aroused in my reverie. I had to do something.

So I poked her again, and again.

Then I tickled her. Her ribs and knees. I tickled her feet, then back to her ribs. She rolled and writhed and squealed and laughed and yelped and shouted louder and louder, “No! No! Stop it! Leave me ALONE! Get off! Get OFF ME!”

But I wouldn’t leave her alone. I loved it. I felt myself getting more and more aroused more and more “sexy”.

I sat astride Kathy to try and keep her still. I grabbed the bandage from the floor and with some effort managed to wrap it round and round her face, pushing it into her mouth and then tying it tightly.

She could still make a lot of noise, but muffled and less shrill.

And then I was straight back at her. Pinning her down, I tickled and poked and tortured her for what seemed like ages and she thrashed and screamed through it all. It was utterly fantastic. Such power and control.

I pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her panties.

“I can see your knickers,” I sang it out softly. “I can see your knickers,” and I let my little fingers tickle all the way down the crease of her panties between her buttocks and back again.

She went still then, and I bent right down so my mouth was touching her ear.

“Just you wait ‘til later,” I chuckled quietly, “just you wait…”

*****

Some hours later, I sat cross-legged on my bed, waiting for my sister. Her bedside lamp was on, casting a soft warm glow around the room.

Kathy was in the bathroom and there were butterflies in my stomach as I again listened to her toilet. The tinkle of her urinating sent a tingle through my loins as I looked over at her bed, which I had prepared in readiness. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.

I had attached a pair of tights to each of the four legs. Following my earlier practise session, I had made sure that they were wrapped around and tied very tightly so each now had just a single leg lying loosely, waiting to secure the limbs of my willing victim.

A few minutes later Kathy came in. She cast me a furtive glance and a sly half-smile as she glided towards her bed. She was wearing a short nightdress which came just to her knees and rode up her bare thighs as she sat down.

She didn’t say a word, but remained sitting very still with her hands in her lap.

She was obviously waiting for me.

She didn’t have to wait long.

I silently moved across the room and stood in front of her.

“Lie down, then,” I instructed her. My voice was quiet but, to my own surprise, authoritative.

She passively lay full length on her back. She didn’t look up.

I quickly set to work. I felt my heart beating and my hands trembling slightly. I hoped it wasn’t too noticeable. I didn’t want Kathy to know how excited and aroused I was. I thought it might weaken my authority… but I loved every second that I spent tying her to the bed, and as each knot tightened my anticipation intensified.

Within a few minutes I had finished. Both ankles and both wrists were tied securely to the four corners of the bed. I had been fastidious. She was tied really tightly and was genuinely helpless. I had tried hard to stretch her wide — her arms and especially her legs — to give me as much access to her intimate parts as possible. I didn’t want her breaking free.

I stood in silence looking down at her. She squirmed and wriggled in a delightfully provocative way. I could have watched her like that for hours.

But I was almost overwhelmed with a curiously perverse desire. It was similar to the similar to the last time — but more intense. I knew that this was my sister but also, in a way, not simply my sister, but a human body completely at my mercy. Someone who had submitted herself completely for my indulgence. She was tied, helpless, completely vulnerable. I could do anything, anything at all. It thrilled me.

I promptly sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Kathy’s face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her mouth was slightly open. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

I put my hand flat on the middle of her chest and she immediately arched her back, pressing her rib cage against my hand. I could feel her heart quickly beating. She raised her throat by pushing her head back into the pillow and thrusting her chest even harder against me. It was clearly an act of further submission — giving me her body, inviting me to touch her more.

I reached down and lifted the hem of her nightdress. She obligingly raised her hips enough for me to slide the material quickly up the length of her body. I threw it over her head as before so that she lay completely naked before me, but with her face obscured.

The sight excited me beyond words.

Now the scene was almost complete. The gentle light from the bedside lamp allowed me to see every detail of her nakedness. The soft down of her skin; her tight, flat belly stretched rigid by her bonds; the sharp detail of her ribs emphasised with every heave of her chest.

I reached out to touch her small, erect nipples. With just a fingertip I tickled each in turn. I kept doing it for minutes each. Knowing she couldn’t move and knowing what it felt like, I felt a surge of lust thrill through my loins as I revelled in my power.

I thought again that this faceless body, this defenceless human being was mine, mine. My God, I was so aroused.

As I persisted with my teasing, she began to writhe beneath me. My attention was drawn to her now undulating hips and I gloried in the site of her beautiful mound with that so enticing, neat little slit. She tried to push it out to invite me to touch it, then began to whimper, abstractly pleading like a baby.

I immediately put my mouth to her ear, my lips touching the soft cotton of her nightdress and hissed, “Shhh! Don’t make any noise!”

Then, to strengthen my point, I grabbed the nightdress and pressed it tightly over her face and wrapped it round so that it formed a tight mask rather than a loose cover. I could see the fabric stretched over her mouth, moving in and out with her breathing. Somehow that seemed to heighten her helplessness for me. I had another surge of lust in my loins as I took a sadistic delight in getting the roll of bandage from before and tying it round and round her mouth.

To my delight, she lifted her head to make it easier for me.

The end result was that she seemed even less my sister with her face disfigured by the gag — more just a living body for my amusement.

Through the tight material of the nightdress, I touched her face. Her eyes and her ears. I pinched her nose and held it for a few seconds – enough to make her moan in protest, her whole body arching as she fought for breath.

Then I let my fingers move down onto the soft skin of her neck and I began to tickle her.

The rapid drumbeat of my tiny fingers became relentless as I covered every inch of her. I grinned and giggled throughout as she writhed and strained beneath me. I touched her everywhere.

I concentrated on the most sensitive areas with malicious, cruel abandon: her armpits, her ribs, inside her thighs, her feet — especially her feet. She jerked her knees and elbows furiously and thrashed her head from side to side, and each time she tried to moan and scream her muffled objections, I moved up the bed and pinched her nose again until she subsided – all the while giggling in her ear and chiding her, “Shut up! Be quiet! I’ve only just started!”

I became breathless with stifled laughter and paused for a short while. I sat on the edge of the bed with one small hand idly tickling her ribs as she squirmed helplessly.

I studied Kathy again. I was enjoying this so much, but I was now filled with childish lust and was intent on some ‘sexy’ play. I really wanted to be ‘dirty,’ and with her tied like this I could be as rude and dirty as I wanted.

Leaving her briefly, I crossed the room and pulled the pillows from my bed.

With a little effort I managed to force them beneath her hips and buttocks, pushing her sex upwards and forcing her thighs wider.

Trembling with desire, I climbed onto the bed and knelt astride her, facing her feet. I bent my head until my face was almost touching her vagina. I inspected her sex in avid detail. Again, the thrill of having this helpless body beneath mine coursed through me. I almost didn’t know what to do next as the sensation, the awareness of my power, filled my senses.

I watched with eager fascination as my fingers, almost without my control, traced the line of her slit. Such intimate probing – I couldn’t get enough. I pressed her soft vaginal lips, tickled her labia. I carefully pulled them apart as she lay still, exposing her little clitoris.

I lowered my head further and extended my tongue. With the gentlest of movements I allowed the tip to caress that glistening bud.

She gave a muffled groan and squirmed once more, but I was suddenly transported in an ecstasy of indulgence.

I slid my hands languidly along the inside of her thighs, pressing them a little wider, and then licked the tip of her clitoris again — then again.

Her writhing became undulations as I worked on her. My fingertips danced all around her sex — tickling and caressing every part of her vulva, dipping gently in between her moist lips. I trailed my fingers along the whole line of her slit all the way to her anus, where they lingered as I savoured the naughtiness of that intimacy.

I pressed my cheek against her belly, feeling the warmth, inhaling the scent of her body. I could smell the lingering aroma of soap from her time in the bathroom, and that made me think of those other personal things that she did in there. Instantly inflamed, I thrust my face deep between her open thighs. Lasciviously sliding my tongue along her slit I pressed my nose deep between her buttocks and breathed deep. I wanted, lusted after the scent of her anus, her toilet. I wanted to be so dirty.

I licked her there, licked her tight sphincter. I stretched her buttocks with my fingertips so that I could see it. I eagerly examined it in the half-light, then licked it again – proud of my bravery, proud of my abandon.

I became lost in this glorious freedom. I stretched myself full length on top of her, so my hips lay high on her chest and my feet on her face. I ran my hands along her legs with my fingertips extended beyond her knees stroking, feeling. And all the while my mouth licked, slavered and drooled between her open thighs. I sucked and licked and flickered my tongue with wanton delight.

Inspired, I quickly sat up and removed my pyjama bottoms, then without any preamble, pressed my bare behind onto her face. I wriggled and squirmed, grinning cruelly to myself, as I moved my hips up and down, smearing the secretions from my childish lust over the material which was stretched tightly over her mouth and nose. The bandage was still in place, and she was muttering and groaning through it as I rubbed myself on her.

Excited and aroused beyond anything I had previously experienced, I reached behind and pulled the cloth of her nightdress down — releasing her eyes and nose but leaving her mouth still tightly covered. I glanced over my shoulder and noted the startled, almost fearful, expression in her eyes. I loved it, because not only was she afraid of me, I also saw an expression of resignation there. She was defeated. She really was mine to play with. I once again saw her as my sister but now from a new perspective. I was genuinely in control — in my mind, “the boss”.

I pushed myself back again, and this time felt the glorious sensation of her skin and breath against my bare vulva and anus. I wriggled and squirmed again until I had positioned my sphincter hard against her nose where I pressed and rubbed… to show her that I was fully in control and to humiliate her. It felt wonderful. I rubbed my clitoris on her face, relentlessly, until I was on the point of orgasm, then paused, letting the intense feeling subside.

Then, once more, I got back to work on her sex. I licked and lapped her cunt, sucked her clitoris, licked her labia, tickled inside her with the tip of my tongue.

Aroused as I was, I continued with all of this for what seemed like ages — then I noticed her movements becoming more pronounced. The undulations of her hips became stronger and fell into rhythm with me. I sensed her nearing that ‘point’ as her belly tightened beneath me and she strained harder to push her sex into my mouth. I continued licking her with new zeal.

When she started to moan through the gag and her hips began the reflex spasms of orgasm, I pulled my mouth away and sat up a little. One hand carefully parted her vaginal lips, while with the other I used just the tip of my index finger to rapidly flick her exposed clitoris. I did it as fast as I could, and grinned with joy as I relished the sounds of her ecstasy. She was bound so tightly, though, and was so constrained by my weight and the packed pillows beneath her that she could hardly move at all.

I felt so in control and my own physical pleasure was so intense (my naked puss was pressed hard against her belly) I just didn’t want to stop. So I kept on… and on.

Her moans of pleasure took on a different tone. The spasms in her hips were replaced by spasms of a different kind. Her whole body began to tremble. It was such a delicious feeling beneath me.

I turned my head to look into her eyes and was greeted by a baleful stare as she lifted her head to meet my eyes, a series of tremendous jolts running through her. Her head jerked back and forth and the trembling only increased. I grinned mercilessly as I stared into her eyes, my fingertip persisting with its cruel tickling. I did it faster and faster, and she threw her head back into the pillow.

I loved the sight of her stretched, distended throat as she helplessly gave in to the terrible pleasure I was inflicting upon her. Her muffled moans picked up the rhythm of my insistent rubbing. “Nnnnn… nnnnn… nnnn…” I kept doing it. It was wonderful.

Eventually I had to stop. My hand was cramping, and my dear sister had ceased her moaning and had lapsed into a series of feeble whimpers, albeit still in rhythm with my movements.

Satisfied, I slipped my tired finger into the wetness between her labia and held it there for a few moments. Kathy gave a shuddering sigh, and I slowly pulled out and lifted myself off her. I had a moment of regret as I looked down at her naked helplessness, but decided that enough was enough.

Crouching down, I started to untie her. As I fiddled with the knots, I touched my lips to her cheek. She stared blankly upwards in silence as, with a quiet chuckle, I whispered, “I’m going to tell Maria all about this tomorrow. I’m going to tell her everything…”

Kathy closed her eyes.

To be continued…?

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.

Continue on to Chapter 7

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 5

  • Posted on December 26, 2016 at 4:44 pm

By Muffi

The following morning was complete bedlam. Dragging the two girls out of bed, gathering up the various items scattered around my bedroom, sorting out who belonged with what item and which bag it should go into, then herding them downstairs for breakfast, getting them dressed, getting myself dressed… Yeah, bedlam is an understatement. I honestly don’t know how a full-time parent can deal with it.

I’d brought my laptop into the bedroom before I woke the girls, setting it up on my dresser. On the pretense that I didn’t think her top really matched her jeans (yeah, right — what doesn’t go with jeans?), I’d maneuvered her into position in front of it. I’d check later to see if I’d gotten a good image.

We did manage to get out the door on time. Before we left, though, I asked Sara if she’d like to come and spend the afternoon with Janelle after school. I could take her home at some point, or Kate could run her home when she picked up Janelle. I’d work that out with Kate later on. Sara said she wasn’t sure if her mother would let her do that, so we called her before we left for school.

After a little hesitation, Colleen Davidson agreed that Sara could visit with Janelle after school, but only if she could be home in time for dinner. I assured her that that would not be a problem, and hung up the phone. I’d already given the two girls the thumbs up signal while I was talking to Colleen, and they were dancing around the kitchen excitedly.

“Okay, you two,” I said. “We don’t need to pack your things in the car, because you’ll be coming here after school. I’ll pick you up in front of school at three o’clock. Now, let’s get going.”

I followed the two girls to the garage, where they piled into the back seat of the Chevy. I made sure they were buckled in, and we headed off. Minutes later, I dropped them in front of school, where they sang out their goodbyes to me as they dashed onto the school grounds. Me, I set off for home, thinking about how I’d kill to have that much energy.

I returned home, and got the day’s work done before lunch. Very good, Meagan, I thought. At least you can focus on something besides that pretty little ass of Janelle’s.

I leaned back in the office chair, mulling over this whole crazy situation. How had it come to this — lusting after a nine-year-old girl, my own niece to boot?

Deep down inside, I knew that I’d never do anything that might hurt Janelle. She was the closest thing I’d ever have to a daughter of my own. Nevertheless, I was beginning to really hate myself for harboring these desires for her, despite knowing I’d never act on them.

I didn’t bother to call Michelle and check on any progress she might have made in finding out about Sara’s father. For one thing, I knew she’d call me when she had something to tell me; for another, I didn’t want to make a habit of calling her. Wrong impressions, and all that. The last thing I needed right then was an old lover thinking that maybe I was trying to re-ignite a fire that had guttered long ago.

I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and made a sandwich, which I ate in the office. Brushing the crumbs aside, I pulled up the webcam capture of Sara’s back that I’d caught with the laptop in the bedroom that morning. Freezing the video, I took a couple of screenshots of the angry bruise over her kidney. As I stared at the ugly purple mark, I felt my anger rise again.

I’m going to stop this son of a bitch, I thought. I am. Even if I have to kill him to do it.

Yeah, I know. Pretty self-righteous for a woman who was entertaining fantasies of molesting a nine-year-old. Somehow, though, my illicit cravings didn’t seem to compare with the abuse Sara had to endure.

The phone rang, startling me. It was Kate.

“Hey, Little Sis,” I said by way of greeting.

“Hi, Meagan,” she said. “How was your sleepover?”

“Actually, it was fun,” I replied. “We just did girly stuff, ate pizza, and watched movies. Did you and the hubby enjoy some quality alone time?”

“That’s none of your business,” she said primly.

“Since when?”

She snickered. “Okay, okay,” she laughed. “I’m walking like Annie Oakley today. Happy?”

“Bow-legged, huh? Do tell!”

“Nope. Use your imagination. You’re good at that.”

Oh, if you only knew, Kate, I thought.

“Listen,” I said, “Sara is going to come over here with Janelle after school. She has to be home in time for dinner. Do you want me to bring her home, and then drop Janelle off at your place, or do you want to pick them both up here, and bring Sara home?”

“That’s up to you,” she said. “I don’t mind taking her home.”

I thought about it for a minute. “Nah,” I said. “No worries. I’ll run her home, then drop Janelle off. You can take a break from being the taxi driver today.” I wanted to try for a little assessment of things at Sara’s home.

“Okay,” said Kate. “Talk to Michelle yet?”

“Yeah,” I said. “For now, she’s checking the records on Sara’s father. Maybe there’ll be something there we can use. I also got a good picture of her back. Used the laptop webcam this morning while she was getting dressed. That is one ugly bruise. If you want, I’ll email it to you so you can take a look.”

“Uhm, yeah, okay,” she said. “I really don’t want to see it, but if it’s got you this mad, then yeah. I need to take a look.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll send it as soon as we’re off the phone. Just make sure no one else sees it, okay?”

“Noted,” she replied.

“Okay, then,” I said. “I’ll see you around five-thirty with Janelle.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“No problem, you know that,” I replied. “See you tonight.”

“‘Bye, Meagan.”

“‘Bye.”

I logged into my email and sent Kate the picture of little Sara’s back. Five minutes later I had a reply from her.

Email deleted. That fucker!

Fucker, indeed, I thought. The fucker is about to be fucked with, too.

A little after two o’clock, the phone rang again. Kate.

“What’s up, Sis?”

“Meagan, listen,” I could hear the tears in her voice, “I need a huge favor.”

“Kate, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s Michael’s father,” she said. “He had a massive stroke. We have to go see him, Meagan. Can you take Janelle for a few days?”

“Oh, God,” I said. “Of course I can. I’m so sorry, Sweetie. Is he going to be okay?”

“They don’t think so,” she replied. “That’s why we have to go right now. In case he doesn’t make it.”

“I’ll take Janelle, Kate,” I said. “Don’t worry about that. What do you want me to tell her?”

Kate hesitated. “Tell her the truth,” she said. “Don’t say right out that he probably won’t make it, but if she pushes, don’t lie.”

“Got it. You just go. I’ve got you covered with Janelle. We’ll come by after school and get her some clothes and things.”

“Thanks, Meagan,” Kate said. “I owe you one.”

“No, you don’t,” I said firmly. “We’re all family. That’s what we do.”

“Okay, I have to go, Meagan. Michael’s meeting me at home.”

“Go,” I said. “Let me know what’s going on, okay?”

“I will. ‘Bye.”

“‘Bye, Kate.”

I went into the kitchen, checking to make sure I had plenty of everything I’d need in the food department to take care of a nine-year-old for however long this might take. I’d need to get more milk, orange juice, and cereal, but otherwise, I was pretty well covered. I went into the living room and sat on the couch.

Sadness welled up in me. I truly liked Michael’s father. He was a sweet, funny guy, and he didn’t seem to have a lot of the hang-ups that some people of his generation do.

When he was informed that I’m a lesbian, he had looked at me and grinned. “Aw, now, that’s just a damn shame,” he’d said, grinning at me.

“Why’s that?” I asked, puzzled.

“Well, I was telling Michael that I was thinking of divorcing his mother and asking you to marry me,” he cackled delightedly, while his wife just rolled her eyes.

“Pay no attention to him, Meagan,” she’d said. “He’s a dirty old fart.”

Kate has never been one to overreact to things. She’d been crying, and she’d said that they didn’t think her father-in-law was going to be okay. I mentally began to prepare myself for a funeral.

And in the meantime, my dirty little mind whispered, you’ll have Janelle here with you, all to yourself…

Telling my mind to shut the hell up, I got my purse and keys and hustled to my car in the garage, then headed to the school to pick up the two girls.

I pulled up just as the bell was ringing, and a screaming mob of children came pouring out the doors of the school, headed to cars and school buses. I saw Sara and Janelle walking together, heads close; as I watched, Sara went off towards one of the school buses. Janelle saw me and waved, then ran to the car and climbed into the front seat, buckling her seat belt.

“Hi, Sweetie,” I said. “Where’s Sara going?”

“Her Mom called the school and said she had to go home right after school,” said Janelle. “Her Mom has to work, and she has to be home to heat up her Dad’s dinner.”

Doesn’t he know how to use a microwave? I thought, seething inside. “Oh, that’s too bad,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Janelle. “But she said her Mom doesn’t work day after tomorrow, so if it’s okay, maybe we can do it then?”

“Of course,” I said. “We’ll take her things back to her in a little while, too. I’m sure she’s going to need the clothes she left at my house.”

As we pulled away from the curb, I turned in the direction of Kate and Michael’s. I tried to keep things as light as I could. “Sweetie, you’re going to be staying with me for a few days,” I said. “Your Mom and Dad had to go out of town suddenly. They’ll be back soon, and I know your Mom will call you tonight.”

“How come they had to leave?” Janelle asked.

“Well,” I said slowly, “you’re Grandpa McCarthy is sick, Honey. He’s in the hospital, and your Mom and Dad have to go see him.”

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked.

“He had a stroke, Sweetie,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Uhm, well… It means that something happened, like a blood clot, in an artery in his head. His brain wasn’t getting enough blood, and it did some damage. Sort of like a heart attack, only it’s in your brain and not in your heart.”

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“We don’t know, Sweetie,” I said softly. “I hope so, but we just don’t know yet. I’m sure your Mom will know more later on.”

“‘Kay,” she quietly.

We pulled into the driveway at Janelle’s house. “Come on, ” I said, “we need to get you some clothes for a few days.”

Janelle looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Uhm, Aunt Meagan? I already have tons of stuff at your house, remember?”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” I said. “Yeah, I did forget. You’re right. Okay then, scratch the clothes idea.”

I backed out of the driveway. Janelle was smirking at me. “You’re gettin’ old, Aunt Meagan,” she said. “You forget stuff all the time!”

I reached over and dug my fingers into her ribs, bringing a shriek and making her squirm madly in her seat. “Old? OLD?? Old, am I?” I dug my fingers in more. “What are you saying, little girl?”

“Okay, okay, okay!!” she gasped, her face flushed. “You’re not old! You’re not, honest!”

I love hearing her laugh. Even more so when I cause the laughter.

Janelle was panting, still giggling from the tickling. Then she gave me a stern look. “Brat,” she said.

“That’s me,” I said, grinning at her. “By the way, have you fed Meagan yet?”

“Not yet,” Janelle said. “I hafta get some mice for her.”

“Okay,” I said. “We’ll go get a couple after school tomorrow, and stop by your house to feed her. She hasn’t eaten since I got her, so she’s probably hungry.”

“‘Kay,” she replied. “Can she eat regular mice yet?”

“Not yet,” I said. “We’ll have to get her a couple of pinkies.” Pinkies are baby mice. I looked over at her for a moment. “You know that once she’s big enough to eat regular mice, you’ll have to feed her dead ones, right?”

“Yup, I know,” said Janelle. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Okay, good. Some people don’t think it’s good to feed your snake dead mice or rats, but I’ve never had any problem, and Ellie and Nellie have never had a scratch. Usually a snake is fine with live mice, but rats can cause some damage. As long as Meagan will eat dead ones, you’re safer that way. You have the humidifier and the heating pad all set up, too, right?”

“Yup. And she has a warm side and a cool side.”

“Awesome!” I said.

We pulled into my driveway, but I left the Chevy out of the garage. “Tell you what,” I said. “Let’s get Sara’s things, and take them over to her house, and then on the way home we can stop and get a snack. Sound good to you?”

“Ice cream?” she asked, giving me a puppy-dog look.

“Anything you want, Sweetie,” I said.

She smiled sweetly. I melted. When Janelle smiles, I feel like an ice cream cone. One that’s been in the sun too long, and it’s gone all gooey and dripping.

Take that any way you want to. You’ll probably be right.

We went inside and upstairs to my room. Janelle looked around to make sure that there was nothing of Sara’s that had been missed, then I picked up the duffel bag, and we went back out to the Chevy.

Fifteen minutes later, we were in front of the Davidson house. We both got out, I went around to the back to unload the duffel bag, and we walked up on the porch. As I was about to knock on the door, I heard Sara’s father bellowing from inside.

“Goddammit! I told you to do yer fuckin’ homework after dinner. Just get your fuckin’ ass out there an’ clean up the kitchen. Jesus Christ, yer as fuckin’ useless as yer goddamn mother!”

I looked down at Janelle, who was staring up at me, eyes wide.

“Go back and wait in the car, Sweetie,” I said softly.

She nodded, and went back to the Chevy.

I took a deep breath. Careful, Meagan, I thought. She’s alone here with him. Don’t piss the asshole off. I knocked on the door. Loudly.

“Oh, fer Crissake,” I heard. “Now what the fuck? Sara, get in here an’ answer the goddamn door!”

Ten seconds later, I heard the doorknob rattle. The door swung open, and little Sara stood there on the other side of the screen, looking up at me. She was pale and wan. She also looked scared.

“Hi, Sara,” I said softly. “Janelle and I just came by to bring you your duffel bag. We thought you’d probably need your clothes and things.”

I looked beyond her. Lardass was sitting in the recliner, the seemingly ever-present bottle of vodka on the table next to him. He looked to be wearing the same clothes he’d had on the first time I saw him. He was greasy looking, unkempt and unshaven. I wondered vaguely if he ever worked.

Sara pushed the screen door open. I decided to take that as an invitation, and stepped through the door, duffel bag in hand. Once inside, I set it on the floor. I looked over at Lardass.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Davidson,” I said.

He peered at me through bleary eyes. Then he grunted.

“I just came by to drop off Sara’s things,” I said. “Since there was a change of plans, and they were still at my house.”

He grunted again. It might have been, “Thanks,” but somehow, I doubted that.

I turned to Sara, smiling. “Sara, Janelle said that maybe you could come over and hang out on Wednesday,” I said. “Would you like to do that?”

“Yeah, that’d be cool,” Sara said. She nodded briefly and gave me a momentary smile.

“Okay then, I’ll call your Mom tomorrow, and see if we can make plans for Wednesday,” I said.

“‘Kay. Thank you.”

“No problem, Sweetie,” I said. “Janelle’s disappointed that you couldn’t come over today.”

“Me, too,” she said simply.

“You want to come talk to Janelle for a minute?”

She looked over at Lardass. He looked like we didn’t even exist. Sara nodded. As we went out the door, Lardass spoke.

“Don’t you be runnin’ off anywhere, Sara!”

“She’s just going to say hello to my niece, Mr. Davidson,” I said.

Again, the grunt. The guy was a brilliant conversationalist. People wonder why I prefer women.

We went to the Chevy. Janelle and Sara talked for a minute, making tentative plans to get together after school on Wednesday. I decided to walk her back to the door. On the way, I draped one arm over her thin shoulders.

“Hey,” I said. “It’s going to be okay, Sweetie.”

“No, it’s not,” she replied quietly.

I stopped, and squatted down in front of her, both of her upper arms gripped lightly in my hands.

“Sara, you listen to me, okay? I promise you, everything is going to be okay. I promise.” I wrapped her up in a hug.

She clung to me for a moment, then pulled away. “I better go in,” she said. She looked so damned sad.

I stood up and took her hand, and we walked back up on the porch. At the door she stopped, and turned to look up at me.

“Thanks for bringing my stuff over, Meagan,” she said.

“You’re welcome, Sara,” I replied. “I’ll call your Mom tomorrow, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she said.

I watched her as she went inside and closed the door. I stood there for a minute, listening, but apparently she hadn’t pissed off Lardass by going outside for a few minutes.

Regretfully, I turned and went back to the Chevy. I hated leaving her there. I hated myself for not being able to do something right then.

When I got in the Chevy and we pulled away, Janelle was silent for a few minutes. Finally, she turned and looked at me with stricken eyes. “Why’s her Dad so mean to her, Aunt Meagan?”

“I don’t know, Sweetie,” I sighed. “I wish I did.”

More silence. Then, “He hits her, doesn’t he?”

I looked at Janelle. Her beautiful eyes were full of sadness. “Yes, he does,” I said.

“Why would he do that?” she asked.

“Because it’s the only way he thinks he can control her,” I said. “Some people are mean because it helps them feel like they’re in control of everything. He’s just like a bully at school, only he never grew out of behaving that way.”

“I hate him,” she said, her voice tense with anger. “I hate him for hurtin’ Sara.”

“So do I, Sweetie,” I said.

“Can’t somebody make him stop?”

I looked over at her again. What I heard was not what she’d said. What I heard was, “Can’t you make him stop?”

“Can you keep a secret?” I asked. She nodded. “I’m already working on it, Sweetie. I’m going to do everything I can.”

“You are? Really?”

I nodded. “Remember Michelle?” I asked.

“Yeah. She’s kinda cool.”

“Well,” I said, “she’s going to help me. She’s a police officer, so she can do things that I can’t.” Not legally, anyway, I thought.

“Cool!” Janelle said. “What’re you guys gonna do?”

“I don’t know yet,” I replied. “But Michelle is looking into it right now.”

She smiled, seemingly satisfied.

I pulled into the local Dairy Queen. When we got out, Janelle came around and hugged me, her arms locked around my waist. She looked up at me.

“I love you, Aunt Meagan,” she said.

“I love you, too,” I smiled. “What brought that on?”

“You’re gonna try to help Sara,” she said. “Lotsa people wouldn’t bother, cause they’d say it’s none of their business.”

“Janelle, I want you to always remember something,” I said. “When someone is in trouble like that, and they don’t have any way to help themselves, it’s always your business. Especially when it’s a kid. You have a responsibility to try and help.”

“See?” she said. “That’s why I love you!”

We had our ice cream, then headed back to my house. Janelle got right into doing her homework, while I started getting things ready for dinner. Just as I was about to open my mouth and call her in to supper, she came skipping into the kitchen. “Homework’s all done!” she said.

Janelle had changed her clothes, and was now wearing just a tee-shirt and panties. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her slender legs, at the flash of panties that I got nearly every time she moved.

“What’re we havin’ for supper?” Janelle asked.

“Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn,” I replied. “And don’t worry, I didn’t use any onions in the meatloaf.”

Janelle giggled. “Your meatloaf is awesome, ‘cept when you put onions in it.”

We ate quietly, keeping the conversation light. I don’t think the situation with her grandfather had really set in for her. She’s only nine, after all. She knew what death meant, but mostly when it came to animals. With people, especially those close to her, the idea of their mortality had yet to make itself known. He was still alive, just sick, so as far as she was concerned, there was nothing to get upset about yet.

As we were cleaning up the kitchen, the phone rang. I answered — it was Kate.

“Hi, Kate,” I said. “How’s Michael’s Dad?”

“He’s not good, Meagan,” she replied. “He’s holding on, but they don’t think he’s going to last much longer.”

“Oh, Kate… I’m so sorry. Do you want to talk to Janelle?”

“Yeah, please,” she replied.

I headed back to the kitchen and handed the phone to Janelle. “It’s your Mom,” I said.

“Hi, Mom,” said Janelle. “How’s Grampa?” There was silence for a few moments. “Do you think I’ll be able to see him before… well, you know…” That didn’t sound good. “Please, Mom?… Yes, I can… I’m sure, yeah… okay, hang on.”

She handed the phone back to me, deep concern in her eyes. “Mom wants to talk to you.”

“What’s up, Kate?”

“Listen, I hate to ask you this,” she said, “I really do. But Janelle really wants to see her grandfather before it’s too late. Can you…”

“You don’t even have to ask, Kate, you know that,” I said. “When do you want her there?”

“The doctors say it’s going to be slow,” Kate said. “Why don’t we plan on Friday? That way she doesn’t have to try to entertain herself too much.”

“Before or after school?” I asked.

“Uhm… I don’t want you to have drive at night after you’ve been up all day. You can keep her out of school Friday, and just head up here whenever you’re ready to leave.”

“Fine,” I said, “we’ll plan to leave early Friday morning then. If you need us there sooner, just call me, and we’ll head right out.”

“Thanks, Meagan,” Kate said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Pine away, living a life full of loneliness?”

“Yeah, right,” she said. I heard the smile in her voice. That was good.

“Then we’ll see you Friday, Kate. You want to talk to Janelle again?”

“Yeah, please. thanks, Meagan. ‘Bye.”

“‘Bye, Kate.”

I handed the phone back to Janelle. “Hi, Mom,” she said quietly. “Okay. I’ll see you Friday. And Mom? Would you give Grampa a kiss from me?… ‘Kay. Talk to you later. ‘Bye, Mom.”

Janelle turned off the phone and set it on the table, continuing to help me clean up the kitchen.

“You okay, Sweetie?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “Just kinda sad. It sucks that people hafta die.”

“It does, Sweetie. Just remember, it’s a part of life. We all die someday.”

“I know,” she said. “But it still sucks.”

I looked at Janelle for a moment. I knew that Kate trusts my judgment with things like this, so I felt okay with what I was about to ask.

“Janelle, do you want to just skip school tomorrow, and hang out here with me instead?”

She thought about it for a minute, then nodded. “You think it’s okay to do that, Aunt Meagan?”

“Yeah, Sweetie, I do,” I said. “I’ll call the school first thing in the morning and tell them you won’t be there.”

“‘Kay. Thanks, Aunt Meagan.”

We finished cleaning up the kitchen, and then went to the living room to watch television. Janelle didn’t really want to do anything, so I turned the idiot box to something mindless but entertaining. I sat on one end of the couch. Janelle scooted over and sat close to me, drawng my arm around her shoulders. I’m ashamed to admit that even then, under the circumstances, I was deeply aware of her warm, soft little body pressed close to mine. She snuggled up close, and we just sat quietly, watching television.

When one sitcom was over, I maneuvered myself so that I could stand up. “I’m going to go get changed, Sweetie,” I said. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she said, and nodded.

As I came back down the stairs in my tee-shirt and panties, the phone rang again. It was Michelle.

“Hi, Michelle,” I said.

“Hi, Meagan,” she answered. “How are you?”

“Well, pretty good, I guess. I’ve been better.” I explained what was going on.

“Aw, man, that really sucks. I’m sorry, Meagan.”

“Thanks,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I did some digging into your little friend’s Daddy,” she said. “He’s got a record. Just minor stuff, though; some alcohol related fights, drunk and disorderly, a couple of DUIs, that kind of thing.”

“No history of abuse?” I asked.

“Not on record. But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“No, it doesn’t.” I told her what I’d seen and heard earlier that day.

“Jesus Christ,” she grated. It sounded like her teeth were clenched.

“Yeah,” I said. “It killed me having to drive away and leave her there.”

“Okay, well,” she said, “at this point, there’s not a lot we can do, unless you want to file a formal report about the bruise. Honestly, I don’t see that having much effect in the long run.”

“So what do you want to do?” I asked.

“I want you and I to go pay him a visit,” she said. “We need to have a little talk with him. Alone, if we can swing it.”

I thought for a minute. “I know his wife is working tomorrow,” I said. “But Sara will be there, and I’ve got Janelle right now, too.”

“She works afternoons?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Okay, how about this,” she said. “You and I and Janelle will go over there after school tomorrow. We can get Sara out of the house, and to the car to talk to Janelle. Then you and I can have a quiet little chat with this bastard.”

“Are you coming in uniform?”

“No,” she said. “I want to keep it completely unofficial right now. I’ve always got my badge, and if he needs to be reminded that the law can be brought into it, I can shove that in his face.”

Somehow, I could actually see her doing just that. And then grinding it in until his face was shredded.

“Okay, that works for me,” I said. “Why don’t you come here at about three-thirty or so?”

“I’ll be there,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll you see then,” I said. “And Michelle? Thanks for everything.”

“No problem,” she replied. “Even though it’s unofficial, it’s still my job.”

Yeah, she’s one of those twenty-four-seven kind of cops.

“Talk to tomorrow, then.” I said. ” ‘Bye.”

“Bye.” She hung up the phone.

I was going to have to talk to Janelle about what was happening. She’d know something was up as soon as the three of us went to Sara’s house the next day, especially since Michelle would be with us.

The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t like it. I didn’t think the girls should be there while we talked to Sara’s father. If the guy was drunk, who knows how he’d react? I didn’t like the idea of Sara seeing it if something got out of hand. Michelle could handle Lardass, I was certain of that. But asshole or not, the guy was still her father. I called Michelle back.

“Listen,” I said, when she answered her phone. “I’m not sure about this.”

“What do you mean?”

I explained what I’d been thinking. She took a deep breath when I finished.

“You’re right,” she said. “Bad idea. So now what?”

“Let’s try for Wednesday,” I said. “Hopefully, Sara will be here for a few hours in the afternoon. I trust the two of them alone for a little while here, as long as they keep the doors locked and stay inside. We can run out, have our little chat, and they won’t be anywhere around.”

“I can do that,” said Michelle. “I’ll swap shifts with someone, get Wednesday off.”

“Good,” I said. “Plan to meet me here at about the same time? Three-thirty or so?”

“I’ll be there.”

I hung up the phone, and went back into the living room. Janelle was still on the couch, watching another sitcom. I sat down next to her, and we settled back into position with her snuggled up against my side.

It wasn’t too long before I felt her breathing deepen and even out. She’d fallen asleep next to me. Rather than wake her up, I carefully stood, laying her down on the couch. I went and got a quilt and a pillow, and settled her to sleep. She’d be fine on the couch for the night.

Not to mention that I wouldn’t have to try coping with her being in my bed. A one night reprieve.

As I turned off the television, I noticed that Ellie and Nellie seemed to be looking at me with approval in their eyes.

See? I’m a good girl, I said to them silently.

No response. Just a steady look.

I turned off the television, then turned and went upstairs to my room. I swung the door almost shut, leaving it just a little ajar. Turning on the bedside lamp, I flipped off the bright overhead, stripped my tee-shirt and panties off, and then slid gratefully into bed. And of course, if it’s at all possible, and it usually is, I always masturbate before I go to sleep. Since Janelle was on the couch, I was safe.

This time, I didn’t even try to be good. Images came flooding into my mind, and I reveled in them. As my hands and fingers roamed my body, I closed my eyes, reliving scenes from the past few days.

Standing in the shower, Janelle’s naked body shining and wet as my hands gently scrubbed her back. Janelle in my bedroom, wearing just a pair of panties, smiling at me. Janelle skipping into the kitchen earlier that evening, the cleft of her sex clearly outlined through her panties each time she moved.

I was breathing hard, my body humming like I had a finger plugged into an electrical outlet. I moaned, once, as the first wave rolled over me, my fingers moving wetly through the warm folds and crevices of my pussy.

“Aunt Meagan?”

Oh, fuck…

There was no hiding what I’d been doing. I was on my back, legs splayed open, one hand tugging at my nipples while the other was busily plunging three fingers in and out of my pussy. I grabbed for the sheet, and with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances, covered myself up. Janelle was standing in the doorway, staring at me with wide eyes. I cleared my throat.

“Uhm…” I faltered for a moment. “Hi, Sweetie. Couldn’t sleep?” She shook her head, but stayed rooted to the spot. ”You want to get in with me?”

As though she’d been waiting for permission, she flashed me a pretty smile, nodded, and came quickly to my bed, crawling in next to me. She pulled the covers up over herself and settled herself onto the pillow.

Neither of us said anything for a few moments. I was too embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say.

“You do it, too, Aunt Meagan?” Janelle finally said. Her voice was quiet, but full of curiosity.

Too? I thought.

“Do what, Sweetie?” I replied. Trying to play stupid. Yeah, right. That would work.

“You know… Touch yourself. Down there…”

“Uhm… Well, yeah, I do. I’m sorry you walked in on me, Sweetie. I should have kept in mind that you’re here with me right now.”

“It’s okay,” Janelle said shyly. “I don’t mind.”

She was silent for a few moments. I thought that she was probably drifting back to sleep.

“I do it, too,” she whispered shyly.

I felt a warmth spread through my groin at these words, and I had a sudden mental image of Janelle on my bed, naked, playing with herself.

“Well,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “that’s not unusual. Most everybody does it.”

I saw her nod in the low light from the bedside lamp. “That’s what Mom told me,” she said.

Ah, I thought. Kate caught her masturbating.”Well, she was right,” I replied.

“She said as long as I try to be careful an’ keep it private, there’s nothin’ wrong with touching myself there.”

“Well,” I said, “there isn’t. It’s just embarrassing when you get caught doing it.”

Janelle nodded and grinned. “I know,” she said. “I thought I was gonna die when Mom caught me. She was really cool, though. She said it’s something I can do whenever I want to, long as I keep it private. She even said she does it sometimes. I’ve never seen her do it, though. I’ve never seen anybody do it till just now.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept my mouth shut.

“It was kinda cool seein’ you do it,” she said quietly. When I didn’t respond, she added, “You aren’t mad at me, are you, Aunt Meagan? Cause I saw you doing it, I mean?”

“Oh, God no, Sweetie,” I said. “You just caught me by surprise, and I was embarrassed.”

She sighed, apparently satisfied. As for me, my mind was in a whirl. I was lying here, in my bed, Janelle next to me, and we were discussing masturbation. I was confused, scared, and hornier than I could ever remember being in my life.

“Aunt Meagan?”

“Hmmm?”

“Is it weird that… well… am I weird, cause I liked watching you do it?”

Jesus, I thought. How the hell do I answer this one?

“No, Sweetie, you’re not weird,” I said. “You saw me doing something that you like to do to yourself. Why shouldn’t you enjoy seeing someone else do it?”

“Do you like to watch people touch themselves?”

“Uhmm… Well, yeah, I guess I do,” I said softly.

We were both silent for a few minutes, then I heard Janelle sigh again. “Aunt Meagan?”

“Yes, Sweetie?”

“Do you wanna watch me do it?” It came out in an almost inaudible whisper.

Oh, dear God, I thought. My mind was screaming, No! No, please, for fuck’s sake, I can’t! I can’t!

My mouth betrayed me, though. “If you’d like me to, yes,” I murmured. “I think I’d like that very much.”

I turned onto my side and looked at Janelle. She was gazing at me, a strange look in her eyes. It took me a moment to recognize it. Lust. Janelle was turned on by the thought of masturbating for me.

I’m lost, I thought.

Janelle sat up and quickly removed her tee-shirt. Lying back down, she lifted her hips, pushing her panties down her thighs, then taking them off completely. My breath caught as she lay back down, completely naked, staring at me for a moment. Then she smiled. “It feels nice down there already,” she whispered.

I’m just going to watch, I told myself. I’m not going to touch her, not going to do anything to her. I’m just watching. Where’s the harm in that?

I raised my upper body from the bed, supporting myself with one hand against the side of my neck, weight on my elbow. I let my other hand rest on my hip.

God, she was beautiful! So slender, her skin pale in the dim light, with her small, flat nipples visible, the palest pink I’ve ever seen, like the inside of a seashell. My eyes traveled over her body, down across her flat little belly, down the length of her slim legs, now parted slightly. Back up, to her center, her sex. Her mons was prominent, a defined rise jutting up from the juncture of her thighs, her labia puffy with baby fat.

As I watched, one of her hands slid slowly over her belly, fingertips rubbing gently against her smooth vulva, down between her the tops of her thighs. I felt a stab of pleasure as my pussy contracted. Her eyes never left my face.

“I have this one spot,” she whispered, “right here. When I touch it, it feels sooo good…”

I watched her finger slip between the outer lips of her pussy, sliding over the nub of her clit, tucked beneath its little hood. Her hips twitched slightly, and she gasped softly. “That’s the best,” she whispered.

I was in a trance. I couldn’t believe that I was lying there, naked, watching Janelle masturbate for me. It was the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen in my life. It was also the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I could feel wetness flowing freely from my pussy. It was torture to make myself just lie there and do nothing, only watch this beautiful little girl pleasure herself for me.

Janelle’s hand was moving rhythmically now, sliding up and down through the slippery crease of her vagina. She was clearly enjoying this; I could see her fingers glistening with moisture, and I could hear quiet little liquid sounds. Her eyes slowly drifted shut, her lips parting slightly as she began to pant a little bit.

As if it was no longer under my conscious control, my free hand slid between my own legs, unconsciously mimicking Janelle’s movements. I gasped, and Janelle’s eyes opened. She smiled dreamily when she saw what I was doing.

“That… looks so… so cool, Aunt Meagan…” she whispered the words breathlessly.

I shuddered, and went over the top. It wasn’t any kind of an earth-moving orgasm. It was just a very nice, very quick, rippling kind of climax. My thighs clamped down on my hand as I gasped and whimpered, a small gush of fluid coating my fingers.

Janelle smiled. “You did it,” she whispered. Her hand was moving faster now, the wet sounds coming from her pussy providing a counterpoint to her breathless panting.

Again of its own accord, my free hand, wet with my juices, reached over to Janelle. I began to touch her pale pink nipples — first one, then the other, with small circular motions. They glistened in the light, my wetness coating them.

Janelle’s thighs clamped together, trapping her fingers in the folds of her pussy. Her eyes scrunched shut, and she began to gasp her way through an orgasm. The child’s hips thrust upwards in sharp, quick little movements as she pressed her fingers tightly into her sex. I watched Janelle shiver and twitch, her whole body quivering with release.

When it had passed, she relaxed slowly, her hand slipping from between her legs as she took a deep, deep breath, then released it slowly.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and took her hand in mine. Bringing her fingers to my lips, I took them one by one into my mouth, sucking the wetness from them, savoring the clean, sweet taste of her pussy. She watched me intently, seemingly fascinated by this.

When I’d finished, she brought my hand to her mouth without a word. Tentatively, she extended her tongue to taste my index finger. Then she drew it into her mouth, giving the same attention to me that I’d bestowed on her.

God, what was she doing to me? I could feel a fresh wave of fluid oozing from my cunt, coating my inner thighs.

Finished tasting my honey, Janelle clasped my hand in both of hers, pressing it to her chest. She gazed up at me, smiling, a languid look in her eyes.

“That was nice, Aunt Meagan,” she whispered.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly, my lips lingering on her soft skin.

“That was the nicest thing I can ever remember doing, Sweetie,” I said.

I drew Janelle into my arms, holding her to my breasts, drinking in the warmth and softness of her naked body. I stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head every now and then. She snuggled in close to me, her head resting on one breast.

“Aunt Meagan… does this mean I’m a lesbian now?”

I smiled, but didn’t laugh. Laughing at her was the last thing on my mind. “The only thing this means, Sweetie,” I said, “is that you and I just shared something very beautiful and very special together. It means that we love each other enough to be close like this.”

“‘Kay,” she whispered. “Cause if I am, it doesn’t matter. If bein’ a lesbian means I get to feel like that, then I don’t see how it could ever be bad.”

I hugged her tightly. “No matter what you are, Janelle, I’ll always love you, because you’ll always be you.”

I could feel her smile against my breast. Less than five minutes later, she was asleep in my arms.

Oh, I was going to hate myself for this in the morning. I knew that it should never have happened. At that moment, though, I honestly didn’t care. I didn’t regret it, not yet. I would, but I’d deal with that when the time came. For now, I just wanted to drift along forever on this amazing afterglow. I closed my eyes, and sank slowly into a quiet, peaceful slumber, holding Janelle close.

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