Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda

Tara sat at the dinner table playing with her mashed potatoes. Amanda had managed to prepare a decent meal for them and they had been eating quietly for nearly thirty minutes.

“What does it mean to pop your cherry?” Tara asked after several minutes of inner debate.

“Where did you hear that?” Amanda asked, offended by the term.

“I heard my friend’s sister talking on the phone one night. She said she wished she hadn’t let her boyfriend pop her cherry.” Tara wrinkled her forehead. “Mom got mad at me when I asked her.”

“Well it’s not a very nice thing to say about something so special to a girl.” Amanda set her fork down. “Did your mom explain it to you?”

“Not really. She said it meant the girl was a tramp and that I’d understand when I got older.”

“Do you know what a virgin is?” Amanda asked.

Tara nodded her head and smiled mischievously. “It means a girl that never had sex.” She giggled to herself and sat up in her seat looking proud. “I’m not one now.”

“Well that’s part of it. And boys can be virgins too. But when a girl is a virgin there is a flap of skin inside her vagina. The first time she has sex with a man it breaks and that is when she isn’t a virgin any more.” Amanda shook her head and scolded herself for the shoddy explanation.

“I’m still one then.” Tara looked disappointed. After a moment her forehead wrinkled with distress. “Do I HAVE to have sex with a man for my skin to break?” She asked.

Amanda shook her head quickly. “No sweetheart. The first girl I ever fell in love with took mine.”

“Took your what?” Tara looked confused. Amanda almost laughed.

“It’s an expression for a lovely moment in a woman’s life. It’s when you let some one take your virginity…” Amanda paused. “Really though, you’re giving it to some one. It should be some one you love very much. As much as I loved Stephanie.”

“Wow, you’re like me. You were always gay, huh?” Tara asked.

“Well of course angel, you’re born that way.”

“Well my other friend, her mom is gay but she wasn’t always, she was married.”

“Some women don’t know for a long time, others are afraid to tell anyone.” Amanda explained. “And some women like both men and women.”

Tara’s eyes widened. “Both?” She asked. “I didn’t know you could do that… I don’t think I can like boys though. Boys aren’t pretty.”

“No, they’re not.” Amanda laughed. “So why are you asking me about this anyway, princess?”

“I just wanted to know.” Tara set her fork down on the table. “I’m full, can we watch movies?”

Amanda and Tara went into the living room and searched the premium channels for a movie that looked interesting. They found Dracula playing on one of the channels and Tara insisted they watch it because she liked Mina.

Tara snuggled close to her aunt. She was contemplating their conversation at dinner. She wasn’t sure she understood everything Amanda had told her but she had an idea forming in her head.

It was late when Tara and her aunt finally went to their room and laid down on the bed. The girl crawled across the bed and piled under the covers, turning her back to Amanda. They had cuddled together when they slept every night since she had moved in and the girl had become quite insistent about it. She loved feeling her aunt’s arms wrapped around her. Feeling the woman’s warmth on her back made her feel a little dizzy and very happy.

Amanda nuzzled against the back of Tara’s neck and inhaled the sweetness of the child’s hair. Just being near the girl sent a shock through her and the closeness they were sharing at that very moment was as intense, as moving to her and any of the sexual encounters they had enjoyed.

*****

Amanda went to work the following morning, leaving Tara at home for the first time since she had moved in. For the rest of the summer her niece would have to care for herself during the day while she was at work. Amanda was a little worried about her. Concerned enough that she asked her neighbor to look in on the girl from time to time.

Tara heard Amanda’s Jaguar pull into the drive way just after five and she jumped up and ran to the kitchen. She hurriedly poured her aunt a glass of wine and rushed to meet her at the door with it.

“Oh my angel, what a wonderful way to come home.” Amanda smiled at her niece and took the glass. She slipped out of her shoes and after kissing the girl’s lips, sat on the couch. Tara followed her sitting next to her.

“I wanna ask you something.” The girl said shyly. She immediately began to blush. “promise you won’t laugh?”

“I promise.” Amanda answered.

“Remember what I asked you about last night?” Tara averted her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders and looked embarrassed. Amanda’s heart went out to her, she looked so adorable sitting there so shy.

“About being a virgin?” Amanda asked. Tara nodded her head. “What about it, angel?”

“Ummm… I want you to have mine.” She covered her face with her hands and peeked out at her aunt through her fingers.

“What?” Amanda could hardly believe what she had heard. “Oh princess, I don’t know. That’s something really special, don’t you want to wait until you’re older?” Amanda sipped her wine and put the glass on the table. “That’s so… I mean I don’t know what to say baby girl, but that’s really something special and it should be some one you’re in love with.”

“It would be,” she whined. Tara looked up at her aunt, pleading with her eyes. “I love you Mandy, I want to give it to you.”

“You know that once it’s gone, it’s gone forever, right? I mean if we did that you can never go back.” Amanda pressed her hand against her forehead and closed her eyes. She felt so honored to be asked something so special, but she was afraid that her niece would regret the decision when she got older. “It hurts when it happens.” Amanda said trying to discourage her.

“It hurts? How much?” Tara asked sounding afraid.

“A little bit. And you bleed a little too.” She answered.

“You did it though. You did it with a girl you loved… I love you and I want to do it with you.” She sounded so small. Amanda felt tears building in her eyes. The thought of claiming her niece’s maidenhood, of sharing that moment with this girl that she so dearly loved, it overwhelmed her.

*****

Tara had made a friend in the neighborhood and had spent the night with her. It was the perfect opportunity for Amanda to get everything she needed and wanted to do done.

Amanda had placed candles on the end tables and coffee table. In the bedroom she placed a candle on each of the night stands and one across the room on her dresser. She had burned a disc of love songs from different artists she had heard Tara listen too. While creating the disc Amanda had come across a band called Tatu, it was two young girls that were suppose to be lovers. She had included several songs by them on the disc.

Everything had to be perfect. Amanda kept going over the music, the candles and the house trying to make sure that everything would be just right for her niece when they got home.

Amanda was suppose to pick Tara up from her friend’s house at five, which was perfect because they could drive straight to Red Lobster for dinner.

The hours ticked away and the woman waited impatiently for five. She wanted to run out and grab her niece and bring her back but somehow she found the strength to remain patient.

Finally the time had come. Amanda hurried out to her car and drove down the street to pick up Tara. With the girl and her things inside the car Amanda leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth. “I missed you so much last night.” She told the her.

“I couldn’t sleep without you.” Tara said. She scooted over in the seat and laid her head on her aunt’s shoulder.

“You like crab, don’t you?” Amanda asked, knowing the answer. Tara nodded her head enthusiastically. The woman smiled and put the car in reverse, pulling out of the drive. They drove to the restaurant with Tara telling her aunt about the sleep over and everything the girls had done.

Tara sat down at the table followed by her aunt. The waiter handed them each a menu and left them after getting their drink order. “So did you think about what we talked about the other day?” Amanda asked, trying to sound casual and not doing a very good job.

“About breaking that skin?” Tara shrugged. “A little. I mean I still want you to.” Her cheeks darkened as she blushed.

The waiter came with their drinks. Amanda knew Tara loved crab legs. She had picked this restaurant for that reason. She ordered for them both and the waiter left them there to talk.

“Do you want to do it tonight?” The woman asked, sounding less sure of herself.

“Can we?” Tara asked, her shyness melting away. Amanda nodded her head. They continued to talk until the food arrived.

Amanda slipped her shoe off and reached out, sliding her leg up along her niece’s. Tara bit back a smiled and tried to concentrate on the crab meat she was struggling to free from its shell. Amanda did not want to take things too far with her in public but she could not help but touch the girl.

With the check paid they left the restaurant for Amanda’s Jaguar. “Is there any thing you want to do before we go home?” Amanda asked. Tara shrugged, looking sheepish. She wanted to go home as badly as her aunt did but she was afraid to say it.

“Can I have a frappathingy?” Tara finally asked.

“A what?” It took her a moment to realize what the child wanted. They pulled into a coffee shop and Amanda bought them both a drink before they went to sit outside and enjoy the warm Boulder evening.

“Mom won’t let me have these.” Tara said between sucking on her straw and swirling it in the cup.“ She said coffee makes me hyper.”

“Well actually coffee makes girls your age sleepy. “ Amanda twisted her mouth comically to one side. “Hmmm, maybe I should have gotten you a decaf.”

By the time they left the coffee shop the sun was about to set. Amanda got an idea on the way home and detoured to a park not far from her house. There they sat on the grass, Tara with her head in her aunt’s lap, and watched the sun paint the sky in a beautiful array of oranges and reds.

Satisfied with the view before them, they got up off the ground and walked back to the car holding hands.

“Stay here.” Amanda said, stopping Tara at the front door of the house. The woman ran inside and lit the candles in the living room and the bed room. She went to the kitchen and took a plate of grapes from the refrigerator and placed it on the coffee table. On her way back to the door she pressed the play button on the stereo and the disc started playing. “Okay angel, close your eyes.” Amanda led the girl through the door. “Okay, you can look.”

Tara opened her eyes and looked around at the living room. She smiled broadly and looked up at her aunt. “It’s pretty.” She said.

“I did it for you princess.” She rubbed the girl’s back softly. Tara hugged her aunt from the side. “Would you like a glass of wine, my love?” Amanda asked, curtseying to the girl.

“Yes.” Tara smiled and hopped up on her toes with excitement.

Amanda brought the girl a glass of wine as well as one for herself. They knelt in front of the coffee table facing one another. Amanda snaked her arm around her niece’s and they sipped their wine like a newly married couple.

The child looked so lovely in the candle light. Her green eyes caught the flicker of the flame, setting them on fire. Amanda drew a deep breath. Her heart was swelling in her chest. “I love my nubian princess.” She whispered. Tara covered her mouth with her hands and giggled. The woman took one of the grapes from the plate. She waited for the child to uncover her face before feeding her the fruit.

“I love you, Mandy.” she said around the grape.

Tara sipped at her wine. She set the glass on the table and laid back on the floor. Amanda smiled down at her. She pulled the plate off the the table and set it next to the girl. One by one she fed half the plate to the child, kissing her after each one.

Amanda drew her hands up and down the child’s body. She stroked the girl’s breasts, her hips. She ran her fingers down Tara’s cheeks as they kissed and tickled the girl’s soft belly. The woman sat back and smiled down at the beautiful cherub. She eased the girl up until they were sitting again.

“Shall we retire to the bedroom, my love?” Amanda asked, taking the girl by the hand. On the way out of the living room she took the plate of grapes and her wine glass.

Amanda coaxed the girl on to the bed and gently slid her shirt off. She let the child lay down before taking a grape from the plate and mashing it over her body. Amanda let the juice drizzle down Tara’s chest and belly while the girl giggled wildly.

The woman popped the crushed remains of the grape into her mouth and swallowed it before leaning down and lapping the grape juice from the child’s body. Tara twisted and laughed beneath her. The girl tangled her fingers in her aunt’s hair. “You’re silly.” She finally managed between giggles.

Amanda stopped her kissing and licking when she reached Tara’s pants. She worked the buttons and the girl lifted her bottom so that they and the panties beneath could be removed.

“What about you?” Tara asked. Amanda smiled and pulled her shirt off over her head. “Let me!” Tara scolded. It took her a moment to figure out the front clasp bra that her aunt had worn, but finally it opened. The girl leaned in and suckled her aunt’s nipple. She cupped the woman’s breast as she worked at the nipple. Amanda moaned softly, stroking the child’s hair.

All denial of what she was had slipped away. Amanda found herself accepting that she was a pedophile. Loving the feeling of a child’s touch. It excited her to know that her lover was a little girl. The woman looked down at her niece. She stroked the girl’s bee sting nipples and ran her hands over her tender sleeping breasts. She felt the fire of excitement growing faster inside her.

Satisfied that her aunt’s nipples were hard enough, Tara fought with the buttons on her pants until they released. Amanda had to lay back so that the girl could pull them off of her. “And you’re absolutely sure about this, princess?” Amanda asked as she sat up. Tara nodded her head. With a smile she fed her niece another grape and set the plate back on the night stand.

Amanda had given the girl the wine for a reason. Not to ply her but instead to help numb her body slightly, to make the taking of her virginity as painless as possible. The woman kissed her niece deeply. She slid her tongue in to the girl’s mouth and suckled the grape juice and wine from her tongue. She moved down the girl’s body, paying particular attention to the child’s burgeoning breasts. She swirled her tongue, lapped at them, sucked on them, all the while Tara laid on the bed moaning softly. She sound of the child’s little voice, her moans were so sweet to Amanda. She loved hearing and seeing her niece in the throes of passion.

The woman worked her way down the girl’s body still able to taste the sweetness of the grape juice. Amanda kissed Tara’s protruding hip bones and tickled the girl’s thighs. She moved to the child’s swelling sex. She folded her lips around the girl’s clit and sucked on it, sliding a finger in to the child. The woman carefully brought Tara close to orgasm before changing her rhythm. Each time she did Tara groaned and pouted.

“Baby girl?” Amanda sat up and withdrew her finger. Tara stirred on the bed and looked up at her with heavy eyelids. “Are you ready?” The girl bit her lip and nodded her head. “You’re probably going to be a little sore for a couple of days.” Tara nodded, she took her aunt’s hand and gently guided it back toward her waiting sex.

The moment could not have been more perfectly matched to the experience she had wanted to give the girl. The sun was completely set, the candles burning on the night stands and dresser cast lovely dancing shadows on the walls. Amanda had found a copy of one of her favorite songs. Joan Jett, singing “Crimson and Clover,” a recording where she used feminine pronouns. It flowed through the stereo and that was what made her decided that the moment was right.

With a deep breath Amanda pressed two of her fingers against Tara’s opening. The child reached out and took the woman’s free and in her own. Amanda closed her eyes and slid her fingers in steadily, trying not to go too fast, but fast enough to minimize the girl’s discomfort.

“Ow!” Tara squeezed her aunt’s hand hard and cringed. Amanda almost lost her nerve, hearing the girl’s pain. She felt tears welling in her eyes. Somehow she found the strength to finish pushing her fingers in to her niece. Tara gasped, and as Amanda drew her fingers out in a slow stroke the girl relaxed against the bed. She opened her eyes to find her aunt looking down at her. The child’s eyes were glassy as if she was about to cry but a smile played at her lips. “Was that it?” She asked. “Did you do it?” She sounded excited, but also on the verge of tears.

Amanda nodded her head and slid her fingers back into the child. This time Tara did not react with pain but instead purred a wordless sigh. It still hurt her slightly, but there was less pain and more of the pleasure she had learned to enjoy so much.

Relieved, Amanda slid down on her belly and pulled herself close to the child’s sex. She could smell the girl’s excitement and it sent a shudder through her. Tara’s jaw dropped and she inhaled sharply as Amanda sucked her clit into her mouth. The woman hummed softly, nearly inaudibly along with the song playing on the stereo. She drank in the sweetness of the child’s juices. She was loving every taste, every movement. Every sigh from the little girl she adored so much. Her love for the child was overtaking her and as she laid there manipulating the girl’s clitoris she felt her mind slipping away in to a kind of utopia.

The child’s sex quivered as she rocked and bucked with her aunt’s wonderfully strong and knowing tongue. The girl was moaning and thrashing her head from side to side. Amanda had folded her fingers over one another and was working them in and out quickly encouraged by her niece’s display.

Tara was almost sobbing as her aunt worked her body. She felt like she was going to burst. Having seen all the trouble her aunt had gone through for this night she realized how truly special it was. It made her feel important to know that her aunt would have taken so much time for her. She felt so loved by the woman the words failed her. Tara was so happy she had decided to let her aunt do this that she was almost crying.

The girl went silent and arched her back. She grabbed at her aunt’s shoulder with one hand and dug at the bed sheets with her other. “Maanndyy!” She squealed through clenched teeth.

Tara laid on the bed breathing deeply. Amanda had crawled up to lay next to her. She rested her hand on the child’s belly.

“That was weird.” The girl said. She rolled up on her side. “It still hurt a little, but it felt really good too.” She propped her head up on her hand. “Does it stop hurting again?”

“It will, baby girl.” Amanda stroked the girl’s hair, smiling at her. A tear rolled down her cheek. She was overwhelmed with guilt and joy and love. She had never taken a girl’s virginity before. She had no idea what a powerful experience it was going to be for her.

Tara pushed Amanda on her back. the girl lavished kisses on her aunt’s lips and throat. She sucked at the woman’s breasts, sending waves of heat through her body. Amanda laid on the bed as her niece nibbled at her belly, tears flowing down her cheeks and at the same time biting her lip and moaning.

The little girl’s tongue against her clit shocked Amanda back from the happy semiconsciousness that she had slipped into. She was so overwhelmed with emotion and excitement that she felt as if she would climax at the girl’s next touch.

The woman rocked gently, moving with Tara’s tongue and fingers. She reached down between her legs and stroked the little girl’s hair. The child’s lips felt so soft on her body, her tongue was so gentle and small.

Amanda tightened the muscles in her thighs and arched her back, reaching up above her head wildly. She bucked her hips as her orgasm ripped through her. Tara had learned well, and was able to hold her there in climax. With each stroke of the child’s fingers the walls of her vagina spasmed in on them and she involuntarily clamped down with her muscles.

“That feels funny.” Tara laughed, continuing to push her fingers into her aunt, thoroughly amused with the woman’s physical reactions. Finally Amanda relaxed and Tara crawled back up to lay next to her. They laid on the bed and snuggled close together. “I love you so much Mandy.” Tara turned slightly and kissed her aunt’s mouth.

“I love you, princess.” Amanda squeezed the girl tightly too her. “You know there might be a little blood, sweetheart. It’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Am I going to have a period now?”

“No, angel. When you loose your virginity you bleed a little.”

“It still hurts some.” Tara feigned pouting but fell into giggles.

“You were a daisy fresh flower, and now look what I’ve done to you.” Amanda teased, misquoting Lolita. “It will stop in a day or so, angel. And when it does, there are some things we can do that we couldn’t do before.”

“Like play with some of the toys in your closet?”

“Yes, like play with some of the toys in my closet.” Amanda kissed the back of the girl’s neck. After Tara fell asleep Amanda crawled out of bed and blew out the candles. She slipped back under the covers moments later and wrapped her arms around her lovely niece.

Her world had changed so much for her in such a short time. In all her life she had never been this happy, never been this blissfully contented with a lover. She had discovered the missing link to her happiness and that link was the angel she laid holding in her arms. “I love you, baby girl.” Amanda whispered as she kissed the child’s head and the back of her neck.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Amanda

Amanda drove back from the bus terminal feeling lonely. Her week with Tara was over and she had no choice but to send the girl home. She felt herself on the verge of tears.

Amanda pulled in to her driveway and got out of the car, walking slowly up to her house. Inside she could not hold back her tears any more and broke down. She fell on to the couch and laid against the arm, sobbing softly.

A week passed and soon became two. Amanda was afraid she might never see Tara again. She was also becoming paranoid. She was afraid that the girl might have said something and at any moment some one would show up at her door to drag her away.

The sun had just set and Amanda was sitting in the living room watching television when the telephone rang. She jumped at the sound. “Hello?”

“What the hell did you do to my kid?” It was Stacy and she sounded pissed. Amanda’s belly tightened and she felt sick.

“What?”

“All she’s talked about for the past two weeks is wanting to move in with you.” Stacy breathed a heavy sigh into the phone. “Did you have something to do with this? And by the way, since when does she get to call you Mandy?”

“She mentioned it to me.” Amanda’s head was spinning. The fear of being found out had so completely overwhelmed her that she thought she would faint. “I said I’d like that, but that you would never let her.”

“Damn it Amanda!” There was a long silence. “You couldn’t deal with her, she can be a monster.”

“I know.” Amanda heard herself say. She was trying to figure out what Stacy had meant though. Her choice of words seemed out of place.

“Look sis, I haven’t told Tara yet, but Jerry asked me to marry him and I said yes… He wants me to put her in a private school after we’re married, a boarding school out in New York.”

“New York?” Amanda’s heart skipped a beat. She had just found the love of her life, she could not believe that she might loose her. “Stacy, that is horrible! I can’t believe…”

“Whoa, hang on Mandy. I don’t want my little girl that far away either. But I really love this guy.”

“Are you asking me something, Stacy?” Amanda could see a light at the end of the tunnel. She heard her sister pull a chair across her hard wood floor.

“She can be so difficult, and this last two weeks has been almost more than I can handle. Mandy I love this guy, but I don’t want to lose my daughter.” Stacy was breaking down into tears. “Sis, tell me why she has it in her head she wants to move in with you.”

“It’s like I said. She asked me if she could and I told her it would be nice. Look I know she’s a little troubled, and the whole thing about being…”

“Yeah they call her calico at school.” Stacy interrupted. Hearing that broke Amanda’s heart. She could not stand that some one would say something so terrible to her angel. “This is like the biggest favor a person could ask.” She paused again, not sure she wanted to ask.

“You want me to have her here so you can be close and Jerry gets what he wants.” Amanda said, hoping that she was not far off the mark.

“Yeah.” Stacy sighed. “Yeah, that way I can have my baby close to me and I can come visit her.” Amanda knew her sister loved Tara. She knew that she had tried to be a good mother, but she simply was not. Tara ran over her and had been responsible for at least two of her boyfriends leaving. “Mandy, I don’t know, she can just be so difficult.”

“If you don’t think I can handle her, why don’t you let her spend the rest of the summer with me? If things work out, well we’ll get her enrolled in school and we’ll move all of her things down here.” Amanda was sure things would work out wonderfully. She was also sure that this move was what was best for everyone involved.

“The summer,” Stacy was sobbing now. “God, there’s just no time to adjust.”

“Hon, she’d only be forty five minutes away.” Amanda was getting excited but she was trying not to show it. The very real possibility of having her lover moving in with her was almost too good to be true.

“Forty five minutes.” Stacy said absently. “I guess that the sooner we do this the better. How is this weekend?”

“Perfect.” Amanda had to bite back her excitement. “Do you want to tell her, or can I?”

“Mandy, are you really sure you can handle her?”

“I know it, sis. She and I are great together. C’mon, I have her here at least twice a month and it’s not because she’s a pain.” Amanda found herself making plans for their life together already.

“Hang on, I’ll get her.”

Several moments passed and Amanda could hear Tara’s voice in the background. “Mandy!” The girl shouted into the phone.

“Hey, princess.” Amanda sat back in her seat hugging her arms across her chest. “Let me ask you something. Do you really want to come live with me?”

“Yes!”

“I’m going to let your mother explain everything to you but if you did, would you want to move in this weekend?”

“Really?” she squealed. “You mean it?”

“I mean it.”

Amanda hung up the phone and fell on her side on the couch. She was laughing and crying at the same time. She had to get her house ready for her niece but she wanted to revel in the feeling of hope she had.

*****

Stacy pulled into the driveway in Jerry’s truck. In the back was Tara’s dresser and several boxes of her toys and other things. Amanda met them outside with a hug for her sister and her niece. She had not expected them to bring so many of Tara’s things but she soon learned that the girl had insisted.

It took only a few minutes to get Tara’s things into Amanda’s house. They moved boxes and dresser into the guest room and left her there to unpack and put up pictures or what ever she wanted.

“You don’t know what this means to me.” Stacy said, wrapping her arms around her sister.

“Hey, I’m the one that should be thanking you.”

“We’ll see if you still say that in a month or two.” Stacy tried to laugh, but fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

The sisters talked for a short time before Stacy decided that it was time for her to head back to Denver and Jerry. Amanda looked in on Tara, watching her arranging her room from the door way.

Amanda walked into the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine. She sipped from her own for several minutes before filling it again and carrying both glasses in to the living room. “Tara, honey.” She called. The girl emerged from her room and skipped across the floor almost jumping on to the couch. “Well, I think that this calls for a celebration, what do you think?” Amanda asked, handing Tara the glass she had poured for her.

“I love you, Mandy.” Tara said, holding her glass up and waiting for Amanda to tap it with hers.

“To us.” She touched her glass against her niece’s.

“Can I still sleep in your room?” Tara asked.

“Of course, but we couldn’t have you moving your things into my room. It would make your mother wonder.”

Amanda leaned in close and kissed her niece. She was hungry for the girl, craving her. They had been apart for two weeks and she had felt every second of the time. She wanted the child, needed her. Tara’s tongue tasted sweet from the wine. The child’s sweet kisses sent shivers down Amanda’s spine.

Tara stood up off of the couch and pulled Amanda to her feet. The girl was almost skipping backward as she led her aunt toward her bedroom. “It’s our room now, isn’t it?” Tara asked as she moved toward the bed.

“Yes, angel.” Amanda felt the love swelling in her. That happiness flowed through her, just knowing that she would have her lover near. This cherub that had awakened such lust, such love and desire.

Tara kissed Amanda as she stretched out on the bed. The girl coaxed her aunt on to her back, never letting their lips part. Tara sat back on her feet and smiled down at her aunt. She began pulling at the buttons on the woman’s shirt, opening it as she moved down.

Amanda smiled up at her niece. The girl was being so wonderfully bold, and yet her every movement was unsure and timid. Still Tara seemed quite proud of herself to be taking the initiative.

The girl leaned down and kissed her aunt’s breasts. She rubbed her hands over her bra and along her sides. “How does this work?” She asked, pulling at one of Amanda’s bra straps. She sat up, letting her shirt fall away. She then turned on the bed so that her niece could see the back. After several seconds of fumbling, Tara finally figured out the hooks on the bra and it popped open.

Amanda laid back down on the bed, stroking Tara’s arms while the girl took in the sight of her aunt’s breasts. The child reached out and began pinching Amanda’s nipples softly, rolling them between her fingers.

Tara’s lips on Amanda’s neck was almost more than the woman could stand. The child’s soft gentle kisses sent waves of tingles through her body. Her breath came faster as the child made her way down to her nipples.

Amanda’s nipples erected to the sensation of Tara’s little tongue swirling around them. She loved the feeling of the girl’s tiny body on top of her. Her small hands reaching and stroking. She rubbed her hands up and down her niece’s smooth back, drinking in her sweet scent.

“Call me it,” Tara suddenly said as she sat back.

“Call you what, angel?”

“You knooow,” she whined.

“My girlfriend?” Tara shook her head. Amanda smiled, she kissed her index finger and pressed it gently on the girl’s little nose then traced it down to her lips. “My nubian princess?” She purred. Tara squealed and fell on her, hugging her closely.

Amanda had called her that for years, and had never realized that it meant anything special to the girl. She filed the information away, promising herself to use the pet name more often.

With steadier, more confident hands now, Tara began stroking her aunt’s breasts again. She plucked Amanda’s nipples with her thumbs, smiling broadly as her aunt moaned.

The girl moved down Amanda’s body kissing her completely from side to side as she crossed over her belly. At her jeans she stopped and began unbuttoning them. Amanda helped the child slide her jeans off before Tara pushed her back to the bed. “Where’s the thingy… From before?” She asked, referring to the vibrator.

“It’s in the closet sweetie.” Amanda answered breathlessly. Tara hopped up and went to the closet. She searched for several moments before finding the duffle bag Amanda kept her toys in.

The wealth of devices and props contained within the bag sent shivers through Tara as she dreamt of the ways they might be used. She pulled each item out, looking at it carefully, trying to guess it’s actual purpose. Her attention remained captured by a small item with elastic straps that looked like waist and leg bands. It was a small plastic item that looked like a butterfly and had a remote control attached to it via a long cord. She giggled to her self, and traced the outline of the butterfly with her finger. Finally she found a vibrator, something she recognized. It was larger than the one her aunt had used on her, but she at least knew what it was and was sure she new what to do with it.

It took several moments before Tara found the dial at the bottom that activated the motor inside causing the device to vibrate and hum. Happy with herself, she hopped up and ran back to her aunt, jumping on the bed and folding her feet beneath her.

Amanda drew a sharp breath and lifted her arms over her head as the child slid the vibrator around her labia and over her clit. Waves of pleasure raced through her. “My nubian princess.” She whispered between moans.

The tip of the vibrator pushed into Amanda and she drew a breath in a high pitch gasp. She could hear the steady hum of the vibrator, growing louder and then fading as the child worked in and out of her body.

She was lost in the sensations emanating from her loins and spreading through her body like ripples on a pond. Barely aware, she felt Tara’s lips on hers. The child’s free hand on her breasts, her lips moving down her throat. A small tongue at her navel.

Amanda slapped her palms down on the bed and almost screamed. The tingling pulsation ripped through her. She was happily drowning in the physical expression of her bottomless love for the girl manipulating her body.

Tara tried to remember what her aunt had done for her. She pushed the vibrator in deeply, then with a slight twist she drew it out in a long slow stroke before pushing it back in. With each of these strokes Amanda gasped, moaned and groaned.

Finally the orgasm subsided and Amanda felt her consciousness returning to her control. Tara removed the device and turned it off before laying down next ot her aunt. The child traced her finger gently on the woman’s belly and chest, humming some song that only she seemed to know.

Able to move at last, recovered from the intensity of the experience, Amanda rolled up on her side and smiled at the lovely little cherub. “And for the lovely young miss?” She teased. “What do you want angel?”

“I want to see you do that again,” she answered with big eyes.

“You can see that any time you like sweetie. But I like to make you feel good too.” Amanda pulled the girl close and kissed her, nibbling at her bottom lip and moving down her chin and neck. “But for now, what would you like for me to do?” Tara shrugged.

Amanda rolled the child on her back and began kissing and tickling her. She nibbled and licked the the child’s belly button. She blew on her tummy making the girl burst out laughing. “Mandy!” She laughed. “It tiiiiicklllllesss!”

Rolling on her back and pulling the child on top of her, Amanda pressed her lips hard against her niece’s. She reached into the girl’s mouth with her tongue and lapped at Tara’s. “Come here, princess.” She whispered, pulling the child up to straddle her chest. “Do you trust me, angel?” She asked. Tara nodded her head with a smile. Amanda coaxed the girl forward until her little mound was resting against the bridge of her nose. The woman inhaled the sweet scent of the child’s excitement, shuddering as she exhaled.

Amanda pushed her tongue into Tara’s sweet sex and lapped at the little girl honey waiting for her. She paused and moved back slightly, wetting her finger with her saliva. “If you don’t like this tell me.” She whispered. Amanda gently pushed her finger against the child’s rosebud. She slid her finger just inside the girl’s behind.

Tara shuddered and arched her back. Amanda immediately leaned in and began sucking on the child’s clit. “It’s soo different.” She moaned. Amanda drew her tongue along the girl’s slit, teasing her hole. She then returned to the girl’s clit, sucking and pressing her tongue against the tiny nub, sending shock waves of pleasure through the child.

Moans, groans and squeals emanated from the girl. She rocked, arched her back, covered her blushing face and whined in time with her aunt’s ministrations. “I… Love… You… Mandy.” She gasped, hardly able to speak. “Ohhh!” Tara screamed. She fell forward catching herself and pushing her pussy toward her aunt’s talented mouth.

Amanda sucked hard on the tiny clit, she pushed her tongue firmly against it and moved it slowly back and forth. Tara convulsed with each wave of her orgasm. Her hips rocked toward her aunt. Amanda loved the sweetness of Tara’s juices as they flowed anew from her.

Tara rolled on her side and closed her eyes. Her belly was still contracting occasionally with spasms from her climax. “That was really neat.” She said, smiling so broadly that it distorted her words.

The warm afternoon sun fell in through the bedroom window warming them both as they laid on the bed holding one another and dozing. Outside Amanda heard the traffic of Boulder’s afternoon rush. A bird sang just outside the window and Amanda thought to herself that nothing could be more perfect than that moment.

With the afternoon behind them, Amanda decided to take Tara out to dinner. She wanted to celebrate the move in. She took the girl to a nice Mexican place not far from her house. Tara loved Mexican food, so it was perfect for her.

Tara was pushing at the remains of her burrito with her fork and smiling to herself. Amanda folded her hands in front of herself and leaned closer to the girl. “Sweetie?” Tara looked up. “We have to talk about a couple of things. If you’re going to live with me we have to have some rules we live by.”

“What kind?” Tara asked, her smile fading somewhat.

“Well like you have to go to school and I have to go to work and we both have to clean. Easy stuff like that.” Amanda said trying to sound cheery.

“That’s easy.” She set her fork down, her forehead wrinkling with distress. “Do I have a bed time?”

“Well we both have to go to bed early enough to get up in the morning. So during the week I think we’ll both have to be in bed around ten.” Tara smiled, she seemed pleased with the number.

“But there are things we have to do or your mom will take you away from me and…” Amanda trailed off, the idea of having Tara in a boarding school caused her to choke on her words.

“She’ll send me to that school,” Tara finished. “I know about it, Mandy.”

Amanda nodded her head. She tried to steer the conversation back to happier things. She did not like being an authority figure, especially not now, now after what she and Tara had done.

Amanda took Tara to a movie after dinner and by the time they had gotten home they were both too tired to do anything but fall in to bed together. Tara snuggled against her aunt, closing her eyes and letting a contented sigh slip. She loved the feeling of having Amanda’s arms around her.

Morning found Tara in the kitchen preparing pancakes for herself and Amanda. She had made more mess than food but she did her best to clean up as she worked. Once the meal was prepared she carried it into the bedroom and set it on the bed. “Mandy?” She said softly, nudging the woman. Amanda stirred and opened her eyes. She immediately smiled when she saw Tara’s lovely face. “I made breakfast.”

Amanda’s smile broadened when she saw the feast that the girl had prepared for them. She sat up on the bed and Tara began serving her. She placed two pancakes on a plate and a piece of toast, then handed it to her aunt. She then took a plate for herself.

After breakfast Tara took the tray into the kitchen, but Amanda insisted that since the girl had done such a lovely job, that she would clean up. It turned out to be more of a task than she had thought. ‘How the hell did she get batter up here?’ Anmanda thought to herself as she wiped drying flour off of the range hood.

Tara was setting in the living room watching saturday morning cartoons when Amanda walked in and sat on the couch with a cup of coffee. “Can I have some?” She asked pointing at her aunt’s mug. Amanda nodded her head and the girl jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Moments later she returned with a mug that was more cream and sugar than coffee.

An empty coffee mug sat next to the child on the floor. She had finished it during the cartoons and now she was laying on her belly looking up at the television as a show about ferrets played on Animal Planet.

Amanda sat looking down at her niece’s round rump. The girl looked so childish laying there with her head on her hands and her feet kicking absently in the air. The girl’s yellow underpants were only just visible under the tee shirt she had worn to bed the night before.

Unable to resist the beauty and innocence before her, Amanda slid from the couch and crawled on all fours toward the child. Tara stopped kicking her feet as she saw her aunt’s reflection in the television and giggled. The woman kissed the girl’s little feet, working her way up her calf. “I love you so much, baby girl.” She whispered. She pushed the girl’s shirt up and Tara helped her remove it.

The child’s back was smooth and soft. It felt so wonderful on Amanda’s lips that she almost could not stop kissing. She stopped at Tara’s panties and almost before she could reach out, the child wiggled them off. She tightened her butt cheeks together as she laughed silently.

Amanda slid her hands up the girls bum and over her back. She lavished in the scent of the girl, in her softness, in her flawless dark skin. The woman ran her hands up and down the girl’s body. Tara moaned softly and laid her head on the floor turning her face to the side.

Tara rolled on to her back and smiled up at her aunt. “Are we sluts?” She asked, almost laughing. She blushed fiercely and covered her face with her hands.

Amanda bit back her own laughter. “For each other.” She finally answered. She leaned down and kissed the girl on the lips. Their tongues met and the lapped at one another for a moment before Amanda broke away. She kissed the girl’s cheek, her neck, her throat. She loved Tara’s sweet taste. Her hands ran up and down the child’s body. She was reaching at the girl, desperately trying to touch, to love, every inch of her all at once.

The depth of the passion Amanda felt for the child surprised her. She had never known such intensity. She felt as if her entire body was reaching out for the child. Even with the girl in her arms she longed for her.

“My nubian princess.” She whispered, kissing Tara’s lips. The girl wrinkled her nose and hissed a giggle. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” The girl teased. Amanda laughed and tickled the girl’s side. Tara laughed and threw her arms around her aunt. The child took a more serious tone, pushing back slightly. “I want to do what you did to me yesterday.” She said, looking expectantly into her aunt’s eyes.

“How did I do it yesterday?” she asked, not sure what the girl meant.

“You know, I was on top of you, and you… you know!” She blushed.

Amanda understood what the girl meant. The woman eased the girl on to her back and then straddled her, moving forward slowly.

Tara pulled herself from beneath her aunt and sat up. She gently pushed Amanda’s shirt off and pressed her mouth to the woman’s breasts.

The child’s little tongue worked her aunt’s nipples to glorious erectness, sending waves of heat all the way to her clit. Amanda’s head tilted back and her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the sensations from Tara’s increasingly talented tongue.

Tiny hands on her sides, moving to her hips. Feeling the girl’s fingers on her bottom caused a shock of tingles and heat that seemed to hug her waist. She could feel her sex opening, her juices flowing in preparation for what was to come.

Tara tugged at her panties, rolling them down her hips. Amanda helped the girl get them off. Tara’s fingers ran through her pubic hair, playing with it. “Mmmm.” She moaned softly. “It’s so soft.” She looked up at her aunt with a smile. “I love how it feels.” Amanda’s clit seemed to reach toward the girl’s fingers and they passed over it, searching for her opening. Tara laid back and slid herself between her aunt’s legs, looking up at the woman’s sex. “It looks like one of those flowers.” She said quietly.

“Flowers?” Amanda thought for a moment. “An orchid?” She finally offered.

“Yesss.” Tara laughed.

Amanda smiled and rustled the girl’s hair. Tara coaxed her to lower herself but the woman hesitated, grabbing a pillow off of the couch for the child’s head. “This will make you more comfortable.” She said as she slipped it under her.

Tara’s warm breath came first, sending shock waves through her aunt. The warmth of the girl’s exhalation on her sex shook her to her soul. Then came the girl’s tongue, snaking around her clit and teasing her opening. Little fingers slid inside her and Tara began sucking at her clit.

Amanda rocked her hips gently, trying not to put to much pressure on the girl. She moaned in time with the child’s lovely tongue and fingers. The warmth, the fire of orgasm built within her sex, moving out in waves. Amanda bit her lip and screamed through her closed mouth as her climax ripped through her.

Slowly she laid on her side next to the child, stroking the girl’s belly. “You’re very good at that.” She whispered. Tara giggled and covered her eyes with her hands. “And what would you like?” The girl shrugged her shoulders in answer. Her hands rested on Amanda’s as the woman rubbed her belly.

Amanda pushed herself up and began the lovely task of kissing the girl. She loved the way Tara’s lips tasted, the way her skin tasted. She moved her tongue on the girl’s nipples, sucking them, coaxing them to hardness. She moved down, lavishing kisses on the girl. Amanda paid particular attention to the child’s belly button, a favorite part of the human anatomy for her.

Tara’s mound was swollen with excitement. She was wet and the scent of her readiness sent a shiver through Amanda. She slid her finger into the girl’s pussy, watching her close her eyes and arch her back slightly. It was so beautiful to her to see the girl in the throws of passion.

The taste of a child’s sex, the flavor of her girl honey was unlike that of a woman. It was so much softer, so much sweeter. Amanda sucked on the girl’s clit, coaxing moans from the girl. She pulled away for only a moment to look up at the child. Tara’s chest rose and fell quickly, her eyes were closed and a little smile rested on her lips. Amanda licked the length of the child’s slit, circling her clit and moving down then back up several times before sliding her finger in deeply and sucking the child’s clit back into her mouth.

Tara’s orgasm came fast. She squealed, clawing at her aunt, at the carpet, at the pillow under her head. Her belly spasmed and she whispered incoherently. Amanda kept heavy pressure on the child’s clit as she slid her finger deep inside then out in a long slow strokes. She increased the suction on the child’s little bud in time with the girl’s quivering belly. She was drawing out Tara’s climax as long as she could, keeping the flow of warmth and tingles racing through her.

Finally Tara’s relaxed against the floor, and sighed heavily. Her breath came slower and her belly had stopped spasming. “Wow… that was a really loooong one,” she said, sounding amazed.

“Yeah, sometimes you can make it really long.” Amanda slid up to lay next to her niece, draping her arm over the child and pulling her close. Tara wiggled against her aunt for a moment before relaxing into her.

They laid on the floor listening to the television and enjoying the morning. The smell of pancakes was still heavy in the air and it mixed with the scent of Tara’s sex still on Amanda’s lips. She purred into the back of the girl’s neck as she enjoyed the sensations and wonderful afterglow.

They had a lot to do that day but for now Amanda’s only concern was holding the girl and dozing away the morning. Tara rolled over in her aunt’s arms, disturbing the woman slightly. Amanda opened her eyes to Tara’s. “Can we always be like this?” the girl asked.

Amanda smiled and pulled the girl close against her breasts. “For as long as you like, angel.”

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Amanda

The events of the previous night were still racing through Amanda’s mind as she spread a blanket out on the ground for their picnic. They had picked a secluded hiking trail and followed it for almost a mile before breaking away. Amanda had stopped at a clearing in the woods where they could be alone together.

“I’m tired.” Tara said as she flopped to the ground. “And hungry.” Amanda smiled and winked at her. “And that too.” Tara giggled.

“Well I have hot dogs we can cook, so how about that angel?” Amanda started arranging stones in a circle, making a fire pit. She had brought charcoal with her and she poured the better part of the bag into the pit. She then poured lighter fluid on the briquettes and lit them. “Not long now.” Tara looked a bit distressed. “Oreos?” Amanda asked, reaching into their basket.

“Yes yes yes.” She chanted. Amanda handed her several cookies and put the bag away. She then took two glasses out of the basket and poured each of them half of a glass of wine. It was all she would allow the little girl, and all she could herself consume without being unable to drive later.

“To my new girlfriend.” She said holding her glass aloft. Tara tapped her own glass against her aunt’s and they both took a sip.

“Am I really?” Tara asked as she set her glass down.

“Really my girlfriend?” She asked. The girl nodded her head. “I think I would like that, if you would.”

“I love it!” She giggled and blushed. Tara covered her face with her hands, feeling the heat under her skin. “I love you Aunt Mandy.”

“The you should just call me Amanda or Mandy.” Tara hissed and giggled. She had never called her aunt anything but ‘Aunt Amanda’ and it made her feel grown up to call her only by her first name.

The coals finally reached the perfect temperature for cooking and Amanda pulled two long metal rods out of the basket, one of which she handed to her niece. They both then took a hot dog and began cooking their lunch.

Amanda poured mustard and ketchup on Tara’s bun and handed it to her before doing the same for herself. She had so much she wanted to say to the girl, but she did not know where to start. Her head was spinning and she was giddy, either from the little bit of wine she had drunk or the racing thoughts about making love to her little angel.

Once they had eaten their fill of hot dogs Amanda laid back on the blanket to look up at the sky. There were whispy clouds drifting across the deep blue field and she tried to decide what she saw in each. “What are you thinkin’?” Tara asked. She laid down next to her aunt and placed her hand on Amanda’s belly.

Amanda turned her head to look at the girl, and smiled. “How much I love you.” She smiled.

“You love a girl!” she sang.

“So do you.” Amanda sang back at her and they broke into laughter. Tara fell against Amanda’s breasts hugging and kissing her. The older woman began stroking the girl’s back, she wanted to soak up every moment she could with her new lover. “I like this skirt.” She said as her hand reached the girl’s bottom and she felt the hem.

“I wore it just in case.”

“In case what sweetie?”

“Yoooou knoooow.” She groaned. “That way if some one comes…” She trailed off. “How come you didn’t wear a skirt too?”

“I should have huh?” Amanda agreed with her. “It’s okay though sweetie.” She rolled on her side and propped her head on her hand. She continued to stroke the girl’s length, enjoying the feel of the tiny body under her hand. She looked into Tara’s eyes. All of the world suddenly melted away and it was only her and her nubian princess. She understood now, she knew what she was. Of all of the things she could have turned out to be. Of all of the answers to the question of why she was simply not interested in sex, this one frightened her the most. Yet at the same time she was so grateful to have Tara, and to have found that person who could captivate her. Amanda found herself becoming lost in the girl’s beautiful green eyes. She was day dreaming, and falling in love.

Amanda wanted to scold herself. She wanted to be ashamed. She thought she she should have been. It was taboo on so many levels. This cherub she wanted so badly was her niece, but she was also just a child. Amanda’s hand faltered in it’s long gentle strokes. “Don’t stop.” Tara whispered.

Tara leaned forward and closed her eyes and she pressed her lips against her aunt’s. She felt her mouth being invaded by her aunt’s tongue. She was sweet from the wine she had been drinking and Tara felt herself go all soft inside. Her tummy was quivering, she could even feel the now familiar warm tingling sensation between her legs, and in her nipples.

Amanda was sucking the girl’s bottom lip. She drew her hand up the child’s thigh, moving under her skirt as she did. She broke away from the kiss when she felt Tara’s naked behind. She looked at the girl for a moment but Tara just smiled at her. Amanda resumed the kiss, rubbing her hand around the girl’s bum in slow circles.

This time the kiss was broken by Tara. She rolled on to her back, flashing a sly smile at Amanda, as her movement placed Amanda’s hand right on her mound. “I like that.” The girl whispered.

Amanda leaned down and kissed her briefly before moving her hand away and pushing Tara’s shirt up over her tiny breasts. She stared down at them, she found herself captivated by the sight of her niece’s nearly flat chest. There was something so beautiful about the sleeping womanhood just inside her nubian goddess. She leaned down and drew Tara’s nipples into her mouth flicking it with her tongue. The child gasped and wiggled and giggle and sighed as she sucked at the tiny nipple. She sighed and leaned her forehead against the girl’s chest as she felt Tara’s little hand on her breasts. The girl learned quickly. She was stroking Amanda’s nipple with her thumb, bringing it to a wonderful, electric erectness.

Trying to help the girl, Amanda unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt. She had not worn a bra today and the child was free to caress her breasts unencumbered. Amanda’s hand slid down the girl’s belly. She stroked the girl with her finger tips, loving every little gasp and giggle it brought out of the child.

This is what sex was suppose to be. She had never thought of it as a time to laugh and play and giggle, but that is exactly what she found herself doing with her niece. She was loving the childish wonder and the freeness not to have to be so serious. She was just playing with her darling niece.

Amanda’s fingers brushed the girl’s side and she giggle fiercely. “Oh that tickles!” She squealed. Amanda did it again, laughing as she did. She followed her finger with her lips, kissing the girl, lapping softly at her belly button.

Tara’s twisted her fingers in her aunt’s hair, smiling to herself as she watched the woman work her way down her body. She was impatient to feel Amanda’s tongue or her fingers between her legs, but she was loving every kiss and every tickle all the same. Her aunt’s lips on her mound caused her to inhale sharply. “That feels nice. Mmmm.” She purred.

Amanda kissed Tara’s mound, sighing as she did. She could just detect the scent of the girl’s excitement. The child’s scent was intoxicating. It was a blissful mix of sweat and the soft almost powdery smell of children and the scent of sexual excitement. Amanda flicked Tara’s little clit with her thumb. She pressed her finger against the girl’s opening reveling in her pants and moans.

Amanda maneuvered herself between the child’s legs and leaned in planting a kiss on each of her thighs. “That tickles.” Tara laughed. Amanda did it again, laughing when she did.

She drank in the moment. The warmth of the sun shining down on them. The fresh mountain air, carrying the odour of the pines on it’s gentle breeze. She was not religious but if there was a heaven this was it, and the goddess had made their little spot, here in the mountains, for just this occasion. Amanda licked the length of Tara’s slit, loving the girl’s shudders. She sucked the girl’s clit into her mouth and began rubbing it with her tongue.

Tara’s fingers moved absently through her aunts hair. Every brush of her tongue across her young clit was brought a wave of warmth and tingles. She was loosing herself in the moment.

Amanda could tell the girl was getting close. Her hips were bucking and she was moaning loudly. “Mandy…” She groaned. “Oh god, it feels…. Mmmmm.” Tara’s hips rose into the air and she tugged at her aunt’s hair. Amanda pressed her tongue hard against her niece’s clit and slid a finger deep inside her. The woman bent her finger slightly and pressed against the rough flesh just inside. Tara nearly screamed but her climax stole her voice.

Tara fell back to the blanket and went limp. She was panting and sweating and giggling to herself. “That felt different than before.” She said breathlessly.

“Good?”

“Very good.” She laughed. Tara pushed herself up on her elbows, smiling at her aunt. “What do you want me to do?” She asked.

Amanda just smiled and crawled up to lie next to her niece. “Come here angel.” She said, pulling the girl close. She slid her thigh between Tara’s legs. She then helped the girl move her own thin little leg between her own. Amanda kissed Tara’s lips softly and pushed her thigh into the girl’s crotch, tightening the muscle. The child closed her eyes and a shiver went through her body. “Do you like that?” Amanda asked.

Tara tried to speak but she could only nod her head. Amanda pushed her thigh up against Tara’s pussy again. The girl tried to imitate her aunt’s moment, moving her little leg against her aunts sex and keeping the muscle tight.

They laid there together, kissing and rocking gently. Somewhere in the distance Amanda heard voices but she did not stop. She could not have stopped. Fire was racing through her mind and body.

Amanda loved the moment just before orgasm. The warmth that seemed to emanate from her clit and around to her ass. It would dissipate into a tingle and then the hard pulses of pleasure would race from her loins through her body.

Tara reached orgasm just as her aunt did. They pulled one another close, panting, hungry for one another’s kisses. Amanda moaned but the sound was muffled as Tara’s tongue reached into her mouth.

Amanda rolled on to her back, out of breath and on the verge of laughter. She had never felt like laughing after cumming but today she did. She was discovering a wealth of new feelings around sex. She felt like a child herself, just discovering this new world.

A rustling, footsteps coming closer, Amanda sat up and straightened her clothing before noticing that her niece, who was almost asleep, had her skirt up around her hips. Reluctantly Amanda pushed the skirt down covering Tara’s lovely little sex.

The rustling stopped as a man came into view at the edge of the clearing. He looked quickly from Amanda to her niece and smiled them turned and left.

He did not seem like a threat but it was enough to scare Amanda in to wanting to leave. “Tara, baby, we have to go, okay?”

“What? Go, no let’s stay here.” The girl protested.

“I know. angel, but there are people here now.”

Tara opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around for several seconds. “I don’t see anyone.” She finally said.

“I did though, baby girl.” Amanda got up and began packing the glasses and the rest of the supplies away. She pulled a jug of water out of the basket and poured it on the charcoal dowsing it in a puff of thick gray smoke.

Under protest Tara got up off of the blanket and helped to fold it. Together she and her aunt then made their way back out to the hiking trail and back to the Amanda’s Jaguar.

“Can I move in with you?” Tara asked. They had not had much to say since reaching the car. They were about half way back to Boulder when she finally asked.

“I think your mom would miss you, sweetie.”

“I don’t. She could be with her boyfriends then and wouldn’t have to worry about getting me a baby-sitter or anything.” Tara shifted in her seat so she could look at her aunt.

Amanda just shrugged but the girl’s question had gotten her thinking. She thought to herself how wonderful it would be to share her home, her life and her bed with her nubian princess. “If your mom would…” She trailed off, having not meant to speak. “It would be wonderful if you lived with me.” She finally said. Tara squealed and hugged her aunt’s arm. “Your mom will never let you live with me,” she warned, not wanting to get the girl’s hopes up.

By the time they got home they were exhausted. Tara boldly went straight into her aunt’s room and collapsed on the bed. She was joined shortly by Amanda and they laid there dozing the afternoon away together.

Amanda awoke to find herself alone in the bed. In the living room she could hear music playing and Tara’s sweet voice singing along. The woman pulled herself out of bed and walked into the living room to find Tara dancing and singing.

Seeing her aunt, Tara immediately stopped and ran over to the stereo. Amanda thought she had embarrassed the girl by walking in on her but Tara was laughing, almost jumping as she fiddled with the buttons on the system. “Sit down, sit down!” She ordered as she ushered her aunt to the couch.

Pop music had never impressed Amanda. She hardly liked any of the music Tara did, but as the song started she found a new interest in it. The song, If You Want To Be My Lover flowed out of the stereo and Tara swayed her hips and ran her fingers through her hair. She was signing along with the song, dancing for her aunt.

Tara’s movements were clumsy but strangely beautiful as she swayed and shook her little bottom for her aunt. Amanda felt the quiver in her belly again watching the girl wiggle and shake in front of her. Tara traced her finger down her body and just over her mound before rubbing her palms on her belly and flashing a lascivious grin at her aunt.

Amanda sat back as her niece crawled up on her lap. The girl took her hands and as the song ended she leaned in close and kissed her. Before her aunt could reciprocate Tara hopped up and ran to the stereo to turn it off. “That was fun.” She laughed, covering her face a feigning embarrassment.

It had been fun. Seeing the girl dancing around like that just for her had been exquisite. It had been exciting. “It was really wonderful.” She agreed. “Are you hungry, angel?” She asked.

Tara shook her head, then grinned, nibbling on her fingernail. “I want to go back to bed.” She giggled.

“You are insatiable,” Amanda mock-scolded. Tara ran over to her and almost dragged her back to her bed room.

Tara tried to drag her aunt onto the bed but Amanda had something else in mind. She thought that perhaps her niece was ready for something new. The woman owned a myriad of toys which she had collected over the years. One of which she thought might be perfect for the little girl. It was a slim little vibrator, small enough for Tara to enjoy. Amanda retrieved the vibrator from her closet and crawled on to the bed, kissing her niece as she did. “Want to try something?” She asked. She showed the girl the vibrator and Tara wrinkled her nose and covered her mouth with both hands as she giggled at it. After a moment she took the little vibrator and studied it carefully before handing it back to her aunt.

“What would you do with it?” She asked, wide eyed. Amanda twisted the bottom of the device turning it to half power. She touched it against the girl’s chest and ran it around her breasts and over her nipples.

“It feels really special.” Amanda told the girl. “Especially down here.” Amanda slid the vibrator between the child’s legs quickly and pulled it away.

“Yes yes yesss.” The girl chanted, excited by the prospect of something so new. Amanda smiled at the child and kissed her again. She nibbled at the little girl’s neck and shoulders, nipping her and making her laugh and giggle.

Amanda sucked on the girls nipple while teasing her belly and sides with the vibrator. Tara’s chuckling and wiggling on the bed simply encouraged her to keep the game going.

Amanda sat back and looked down at her niece. The girl was smiling up at her, looking expectant. She ran her hand down the child’s body stopping at her swollen sex. Tara was so beautiful to her at the moment. Her heart swelled with the love she felt for the girl. The sexual excitement, the power of her hormones was nothing compared to the power of what she was feeling for the child at that moment. She felt herself more in love than she had ever been with any one else in her life.

Tara propped herself up on her elbows, still smiling. “It’s okay Aunt… Mandy. You can touch me.” She offered. Amanda smiled at her and fell on her, showering her with kisses.

“It’s not that, little angel.” She said, pulling back slightly. “I just can’t believe how much I love you.” She felt tears in her eyes but fought them. She was afraid that if the girl saw her cry she would think she was sad.

Amanda smiled and began the lovely task of kissing her way along the girl’s body. She bit and nibbled at Tara’s thighs, her sex, her belly. She traced the girl’s labia with the end of the vibrator watching the child delight in the sensation.

Tara drew a sharp breath and let it out in a gasp as Amanda pressed the vibrator on her clit. Another deep breath as the tip of the device teased the opening to her virgin hole. Amanda was stroking the plastic phallus up and down her slit, delighting in every shiver from the girl.

Amanda pulled the toy away. Tara relaxed slightly on the bed panting and moaning. She opened her lovely green eyes to look at her aunt. “More.” She whispered before her eyes drooped and she laid her head to the side. Satisfied that the vibrator was slippery enough, Amanda pressed it against the girl’s vagina. She slipped it in slowly, delicately. She did not want to take the child’s virginity. “Ooooo.” Tara moaned and her hand clenched the blankets.

Amanda sat sliding the vibrator in and out of her niece. She found herself enjoying the sight of the child writhing on the bed. Every once in a while she would slide the device out and run it across the girl’s clit before slipping it back in. Each time Tara arched she back and sucked in a sharp breath with clenched teeth.

With Tara on the verge of orgasm Amanda unbuttoned her pants and slipped her hand into her panties. She began massaging her clit, sliding her fingers along either side, lubricating them with her flowing juices.

“Me… Oooo, let me.” Tara gasped. She reached out toward her aunt, clasping and releasing her hand.

Amanda turned off the vibrator and quickly slipped out of her underwear. She turned on the bed so that Tara could reach her sex. The child reached out and began stroking her soft pubic hair before sliding her hand down between her aunt’s legs and gently pinching at her clit. Amanda turned the vibrator on full power. She slid it into her mouth, moaning with pleasure at tasting her niece’s sweet girl honey.

The vibrator’s hum rose and fell as it slid into and out of Tara’s pulsating sex. Her hips rose and fell in time with the rise and fall of the vibrator’s pitch. Moans, whimpers and gasps escaped her lips, and through it some how she found the presence of mind to maintain a similar rhythm with her fingers on her aunt’s pussy.

“Oooo, Mmmmmaannndyyy” Tara groaned. “Oooo, it’s…. It’s happening.” She squealed and arched her back, pushing her hips toward her aunt’s hand and the humming toy. Amanda pushed it in as deeply as she dared, drawing it out in a long slow stroke then pushing it in again.

Tara relaxed still panting, but she remained only a moment before turning and burying her face in her aunt’s muff. She worked her tongue wildly on Amanda’s clit, sucking it, licking it, even gentle nibbles.

Amanda rocked and undulated her hips in time with the child’s manipulations. She could feel the heat wrapping around her now and her breath was coming short and sharp. Load moans flowed from the woman until suddenly she folded her legs inward on the girl and tore at the blankets almost screaming.

As the waves of pleasure subsided Amanda lowered her bottom to the bed convulsing each time Tara’s little tongue teased her pussy.

Amanda coaxed the girl to lay down beside her. She wrapped her arms around the little girl and kissed her shoulder’s gently. “I love you baby girl.” She whispered.

Amanda buried her face in Tara’s hair and inhaled the sweet child-like scent from her niece. She was lost in love now, lost in the wonder of this little angel that had managed to steal her heart where all others had failed.

“I want it to always be this way.” Tara said quietly. Amanda kissed the back of her neck and she tensed slightly. “I really do.”

“I do too, angel.” She kissed the girl again. “I’ll always love my nubian princess.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2005 }

Amanda sat quietly at the bus terminal waiting for her niece, Tara, to arrive from Denver. Her sister had moved to Colorado’s capital city two years earlier and She was happy to be only a forty five minute drive away. Amanda lived in Boulder where she had for the past five years, ever since graduating from college.

The Denver-Boulder express bus pulled into the terminal and within minutes the passengers began to file off. Amanda’s face lit up when she saw her lovely little niece bound off of the bus. The girl paused once she stepped off of the coach and looked around for a moment before seeing her aunt through the window. A smile lit her face and she came running into the terminal, colliding with Amanda and wrapping both arms around her.

They had always had a good relationship with one another. Amanda could not have children, and had never wanted her own, but she adored Tara and spent as much time with her as she could.

This weekend was the beginning of Tara’s summer vacation and she would be spending it, and most of the following week in Boulder. Stacy, Amanda’s sister, would be spending the time in Hawaii with her current boyfriend. “How have you been, angel?” Amanda asked, peeling the child off of herself. She smiled down at her lovely little nubian princess. Amanda herself was almost Irish in appearance. Fair skin and red hair with lovely green eyes. She had narrow hips and a smallish B cup chest, but over all was very happy with her looks.

“Great!” Tara beamed. “Can we have a picnic?” Tara loved going up into the mountains and having picnics with her aunt. “Where’s Jamie?” She inquired about Amanda’s last girlfriend.

Amanda’s family had been rather religious and none of them had paid much attention to the fact that their oldest daughter had not had a boyfriend since junior high school. It was more denial than anything else that they had not noticed her regular stream of new female friends, some of whom would move in with her for short periods of time.

Her last relationship, with Jamie, a girl of only eighteen, had ended almost before it could begin. She rarely got overly upset about loosing a girlfriend. There had always been something missing in her relationships, something she could not pin down.

Amanda looked down at her lovely ten year old niece and smiled. “We’ll have a picnic, I promise.” She said.

Another hug and they collected up Tara’s luggage before heading out to Amanda’s Jaguar. They rode the short distance to her house with Tara chattering away about everything that had happened since they had seen each other last.

Amanda was semi-wealthy, living in a lovely three bedroom house in Boulder’s north end. She pulled into the drive and helped Tara with her things, ushering the girl into the house.

“What do you want to do this weekend?” She asked her niece.

“Can we go to the planetarium?” Tara loved going to the planetarium and watching the laser shows.

“Sure.”

Tara smiled a broad smile and walked away to put her things in the guest room. Amanda watched her go, realizing she was enjoying the sight of the girl’s round little butt swaying slightly as she walked. Immediately she blushed and looked away, ashamed to have allowed such a thought into her head.

Tara was a lovely little girl though. She was only four feet nine inches tall, with dark brown curly hair and green eyes. She had her hair pulled back in barrettes exposing her pretty little face. Amanda never ceased to be amazed at how beautiful mixed race children could be. Tara’s father had been black. Stacy had gotten pregnant during a short lived relationship. She chose to keep the child even though her and Marcus did not work out.

Amanda was sitting on the couch watching television when Tara came in and flopped down almost on top of her. “I love you, Aunt Amanda.” She said wrapping her arms around her aunt. Amanda put her arm over the girl and pulled her close, rubbing her back gently.

Tara was wearing a short skirt with a half shirt, something Amanda was surprised her mother would have bought. Her thin legs were folded under her and Amanda found herself looking at the smooth, dark skin of Tara’s thighs. Realizing it, she blushed and tried to place her focus back on the increasingly uninteresting talk show on television.

Tara leaned back against the arm of the couch and kicked her legs over her aunt. Again Amanda found herself looking at her niece. She followed the lovely skin of her legs up to the hem of her skirt, noticing that she could just see Tara’s pink underwear. Amanda found her self staring at them, unable to look away.

Amanda’s eyes traveled up Tara’s body, her smooth stomach with her tiny, cute belly button. Up to the slightly visible mounds that would be her breasts. She suddenly became aware that Tara was looking back at her and smiling. Amanda blushed and averted her eyes, ashamed of herself.

“Do you think my boobs will get as big as my mom’s?” The girl asked. Amanda was awash in humiliation, Tara had indeed seen her looking.

“I… I’m not sure.” Amanda answered. “Are you hungry?” She wanted an escape and preparing a snack for Tara would fit the bill nicely. Tara shook her head but Amanda got up and went in to the kitchen just the same.

In the kitchen Amanda poured herself a glass of wine and leaned against the counter, sipping it. She was feeling something she had not in a while. Horny. Something about Tara was getting to her and she could not place it. Amanda drained her glass and went back to the living room.

They watched the rest of the television program then left the house for a fast food restaurant. Amanda did not feel like cooking and Tara loved burgers so it was an easy dinner.

When they got home Tara went into the guest room and started unpacking her things. Amanda stayed in the living room watching television,

Tara came out of the guest room and flopped down on the couch, kicking her legs over her aunt’s lap. “How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” She asked.

Amanda was taken aback by the suddenness of the question. “I don’t want one.” She finally said.

“Why?” Tara pushed. She wiggled around for several moments trying to get comfortable.

“I just don’t, sweetie.”

“Mom thinks you’re gay.” She said so matter of factly.

“She said that?” Amanda asked incredulous. Tara nodded her head. “When did she say that?”

“When I asked how come you never got married.” She pursed her lips for a moment. “Are you?”

“That’s kind of personal, sweetie.” Amanda blushed. She was not ashamed of her sexuality but she was not sure she should be talking about it with her niece.

“I am,” Tara offered.

“What?” Amanda almost shouted. “You don’t know what you’re saying sweetie, you’re too young to know that.” Amanda knew she was lying, though. She had known she was gay almost from the moment she had learned of the concept.

“I do know.” Tara snapped. She frowned at her aunt. Tara was used to being treated like an adult by her aunt and to be spoken to like a child hurt her feelings. “Are you gay?” She asked again, this time more impatiently.

“I just don’t have a boyfriend, angel.” She finally said. She had never told her family of her sexuality, and thought that they had believed her when she told them that her girlfriends were just friends.

“Please be gay, Aunt Mandy.” Tara whined. “Please, I don’t want to be the only one.”

Amanda’s heart melted. Hearing her niece say something so pure, and so sweet she felt the need to open up to her. “I’m a lesbian sweet heart. You’ve met some of my girlfriends.” Tara squealed and jumped up to hug her aunt. She wrapped her arms around Amanda’s neck and began kissing her cheeks, giggling as she did. “Okay sweetie.” Amanda said as she gently broke away. “Just don’t tell your mom I told you okay?”

“Of course not.” Tara said. “She’d freak out.”

Amanda chuckled. Her sister would freak out. Stacy was quite religious when it gave her the opportunity to look down on some one. “You probably shouldn’t tell her about yourself either.”

“God no!” Tara gasped. “She’s throw me out.”

Amanda did not see Stacy throwing her out, what she did see was her sister putting Tara through homosexual recovery. Stacy would no doubt go through the church to try and cure her daughter. “I’ll keep your secret.” Amanda drew an `x’ on her chest. “Cross my heart.” Tara was visibly relived.

“Have you had many girlfriends?” She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Amanda shrugged. “What do you do with them?” The girl seemed genuinely confused and interested.

“Tara!” Amanda gasped. “That’s really something I can’t talk to you about, hon.”

“Fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest and feigned pouting.

They watched television for most of the rest of the night quietly. Around ten Amanda got up and ushered her little niece into the guest room where she kissed her good night.

“Aunt Mandy… I’m glad you told me.” Tara said as her aunt turned off the light.

Amanda went up to her room and climbed into bed, pulling her clothes off as she did. The image of Tara’s legs would not leave her head. She found herself fantasizing about touching them, drawing her fingers along the Tara’s lithe, beautiful legs. Absently Amanda slid her hand down her pants and into her underwear. She began massaging her clit, moaning softly as she did.

Guilt was secondary to the excitement she was feeling. Amanda imagined what it would be like to kiss Tara’s soft lips. She dreamt of running her hands over the girl’s body, touching her fleshy bumps on her chest that would one day be breasts. She bit her lip as her excitement began to build. The walls in the house were thin and she did not want Tara to hear her. Amanda buried her face in her pillow and let out a loud groan as the waves of heat and pleasure ran through her body. She folder her legs over her hand as she came, drenching her fingers in her own juices. Exhausted by her climax, Amanda drifted at the edge of sleep.

Amanda opened her eyes and sat up with a start. Tara was crawling across the bed, pulling the covers over herself as she did. “Wha?” Amanda grumbled.

“I can’t sleep.” Tara whispered.

“Oh baby, you shouldn’t…”

“Please Aunt Mandy.” Tara begged. Amanda nodded her head and held the covers up so she could get the rest of the way under the covers. Tara pushed her body against Amanda’s, wiggling and shifting until she was comfortable. Amanda wrapped her arm over her niece and snuggled her close. “I love you, Aunt Mandy.”

“I love you too, angel.”

*****

Amanda opened the door for Tara and they hurried into the apartment, still excited from the dazzling laser show they had just come from. Tara hurried to the bathroom while Amanda went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She then poured a soda for her niece and took it into the living room where she found the girl flipping through channels. “Thirsty?” Amanda set the glass down on the coffee table.

“Can I have what you’re having instead?” Tara asked. Amanda shook her head immediately. “Please Aunt Mandy!” She begged.

Unable to resist her niece Amanda went into the kitchen and poured half a glass of wine for the girl. Stacy would throw a fit if she found out, but it was the beginning of summer vacation, the girl deserved some celebration. “So what do you think about going up to the mountains tomorrow and having that picnic?” Amanda asked as she handed the wine to Tara.

“Yes!” She squealed. Amanda sat down next to her niece and sipped from her wine. Several minutes later she noticed that Tara had nearly finished her glass. “Just a little more?” She begged, holding out her glass. Her aunt rolled her eyes and agreed. Tara jumped up and almost ran to the kitchen. She returned seconds later with the bottle and filled Amanda’s glass before pouring more for herself.

“If you tell your mom, you know we’re both dead right?”

“I never tell Mom about what I do here.” Tara said with a smile.

At the bottom of her second glass of wine, Amanda was feeling it’s effects. A heady warmth flowed through her and she was slightly dizzy. She leaned back on the couch and focused on the television. Tara moved close to her and snuggled against her aunt. Amanda began absently rubbing the girl’s back. She was hardly paying attention to herself, simply enjoying the sensation of her beautiful little niece laying against her.

Tara pulled her legs up and leaned into Amanda. It was then that she realized that she was rubbing her niece’s round ass. She pulled her hand away and heard Tara let out a disappointed sigh. Amanda glanced down at Tara, confused. “You okay angel?”

“That felt good.” She slurred.

It had felt good. Amanda had not felt so comfortable with any one in a long time. Tara firm little butt had felt so right in her hand that it frightened her. `You’re way to drunk.’ She scolded herself. `Shit, she’s drunk too.’ Amanda was ashamed of herself.

Tara’s arm slid down to her aunt’s leg and the girl began lightly tracing circles around her inner thigh. Tara’s finger was reaching much to far up Amanda’s thigh for her comfort, but no matter how hard she tried she could not make herself say anything about it. What disturbed her even more was the warmth she was feeling between her legs.

Amanda had resumed rubbing her niece’s back and found herself allowing her hand to slid further and further down the girl’s back until she was once again circling her palms on the girl’s ass.

“I’m going to put on my pajamas!” Tara said as she jumped up, nearly startling Amanda sober.

Good idea, she thought to herself, and she went to her own room to do the same. For Amanda pajamas were a pair of boxer shorts and a long tee shirt. For Tara it meant a shirt that came down just above her mid thigh and a pair of shorts.

Amanda sat back down on the couch closely followed by her niece. Tara curled up next to her aunt and immediately laid her hand back on Amanda’s thigh, resuming the gentle little circles she had been drawing.

With her shame and excitement both growing, Amanda slid her hand down Tara’s back, curling her finger’s around her little behind. She squeezed her niece’s bum, then began stroking her back, under her shirt.

“That feels nice.” Tara said. The acknowledgment sent a shock through Amanda, once more threatening to chase away her light buzz. Tara’s little fingers flattened out on Amanda’s leg and she began rubbing, stopping her hand only after her finger tips passed under the leg of her aunt’s boxers.

Feeling those tiny little fingers under her boxers should have prompted her to put an end to the cuddling, but instead she found herself growing more curious. Each time Tara’s hand slid up her leg she felt the familiar quiver in her belly, the tight cold jump she only felt when she was with a lover.

Amanda closed her eyes, whispering to herself, begging herself to stop this. She was sure Tara could not know what she was doing, but the girl seemed so deliberate in her actions. Her niece’s whole hand was slipping under the hem of the shorts now. Her finger tips were coming only inches from her burning sex.

She had to know for sure. She had to know what Tara was thinking. Amanda slid her finger tips under the waistband of her niece’s underwear, gently caressing her soft skin.

Tara paused for a moment before relaxing into her aunt, “mmmm.” She purred. Amanda’s pussy was on fire, feeling the little girl’s behind under her fingertips was like a drug, an addiction forcing her to continue. Amanda rubbed her hand over the curve of Tara’s rump and brushed just inches from the girl’s tender young sex. She pushed her fingers further.

Amanda paused. She was about to cross a line that she could never come back from. What she was doing now was wrong but what she was about to do was unforgivable. “Are you okay?” She asked. Tara’s heavy breathing stopped and she opened her eyes to turn and look up at her aunt.

“I like it.” She said softly.

Spurred on by Tara, Amanda pushed her fingers down, feeling the velvety soft skin surrounding her niece’s labia. She brushed her fingers over the girl’s slit and up it’s length to search for her tiny clit. “Do you want me to stop?” Tara said nothing. She simply pushed her hand as far up Amanda’s shorts as she could. Her fingers were dangerously close to her aunt’s mound and she was sure the girl could feel her heat. Tara’s fingers were reaching, clumsily searching for her aunt’s pussy. She became more aggressive, adjusting herself so she could get a better reach.

Amanda’s breath seized in her chest as she felt her niece’s tiny fingers move through her pubic hair. “I don’t have any yet.” The girl said. Amanda could only silently nod her head. She did not stop exploring her niece’s folds though. With each passing moment she could feel the girl getting wetter and wetter. She could feel Tara’s heart pounding her in chest. She wanted the girl. Right and wrong, incest, taboo, none of it mattered to her, she just wanted her niece.

The ring of the phone startled Amanda, any remaining buzz she had had was gone now. It rang again, and with a gentle pat on Tara’s butt she got up to answer it, despite the girl’s protests. “Tara, it’s your mom.” She said as she walked back into the living room holding the phone.

“Hi mom!” She squealed into the phone. “We were having a tickle fight… I won’t… I wiiillll… Maaaa Ooooom! Okay, I love you too, bye bye.” She handed the phone back to her aunt.

“She’s being a perfect angel Stacy, relax. You just have a good time.” Amanda said. “Kisses.” She pushed the off button on the phone and set it on the end table next to the couch. Tara immediately started giggling.

“That scarred me.” She laughed.

“Me too.” Amanda turned to face the little girl and folder her leg under herself. “Sweetie, what we were doing… Before… We shouldn’t have done that. People don’t think kindly of grown-ups that do those things to little girls.”

“I knooooww.” She grumbled. “I know all about peta… Umm, petathingys…”

“Pedophiles.” Amanda offered.

“Yeah, them. And I don’t care. It’s different if I liked it, isn’t it?” she asked with wide eyes.

“It’s only different for you. But your mom, the world, to them I’m forcing you. I’m abusing you.”

“The world sucks.” Tara said, her bottom lip pouting. The girl’s eyes were glazing over, and she looked like she was about to cry. “Please, Aunt Mandy.” She begged.

Amanda did not know why but the magic words for her were `Please Aunt Mandy.’ Tara had been, for years, able to get almost anything she wanted by uttering that incantation. It wasn’t her lovely little face or the pouty lip, it was the new feelings and desires in Amanda that prompted her to reconsider her stance. But not without a drink.

The wine bottle was on the table sweating. Amanda poured herself a glass of wine and drank it down, then poured another. Tara immediately slid off of the couch to her knees and poured a little of the red nectar into her own glass. She sipped it, preparing herself for what she had decided she wanted for some time now.

The girl slid back up on to the couch timidly and turned to face her aunt. “Now what?” She asked. Amanda nodded her head absently.

`Yeah now what, Aunt Mandy?’ She asked herself. Tara was perched on her knees, her feet folded under her. As gently as she could Amanda leaned forward and pushed Tara back, coaxing her legs out from beneath her. When the girl’s head rested on the arm of the couch, Amanda leaned down and gently kissed Tara’s full lips. She parted her lips ever so slightly and pinched the girl’s bottom lip between her own before breaking the kiss and sitting back.

`Slowly.’ She said to herself. She had to be gentle with the girl. If she did too much to fast it would frighten Tara. The child had only experienced the most minor of petting, and lightest of sexual contact, and though she seemed to want more, she could not know just what more meant. “God you’re beautiful.” She whispered, blushing when she realized she’d spoken.

“So are you, Aunt Mandy.”

“What do you want?” Amanda asked. Tara blushed and giggled and covered her face with her hands. “Sweetie, it’s okay, I won’t laugh.” She reassured.

“Can I… umm, can I see your boobs?” It was genuine, so innocent that Tara’s tiny voice and the simplicity of the question almost made Amanda cry. She began unbuttoning her shirt, feeling unsure. She kept her eyes on her niece’s face as she worked the buttons.

Her shirt finally fell away and Tara’s eyes widened almost comically as Amanda unclasp her bra and slipped it off of her shoulders. The girl pushed herself up on to her elbows, studying her aunt’s thirty four C breasts. She pushed herself up until she was sitting, and reached out toward the round globes. “Can I touch them?” Amanda nodded her head. Tara smiled and closed her hands over her aunt’s breasts, rubbing them, playing with them. She was smiling, giggling. Amanda relaxed seeing how much fun her niece seemed to be having.

Tiny thumbs plucked at Amanad’s nipples and she laughed in spite of herself. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“It feels good when I rub mine.” Tara said quietly. “Do you like it?” Amanda nodded her head. Each time Tara’s thumb brushed over her nipples, she could feel it all the way to her clit.

“Mmmm.” She purred. “That’s nice.” Amanda rubbed the girl’s cheek with the backs of her fingers, smiling down at her. “You like it… Mmphh, You like that too, do you?” She asked, trying to recapture her hold on the moment. Tara nodded vigorously. Amanda wrinkled her nose when she smiled and reached out, running her hands up along the girl’s body. She caught Tara’s tee shirt with her fingers and pulled it up. The girl obliged, lifting her arms in the air and giving her aunt a break from the intense stimulation.

With Tara’s shirt now laying on the floor Amanda coaxed the girl back to a reclined position. She straddled Tara and resting a part of weight on the girl’s legs began running her hands over the child’s belly and chest.

Amanda could feel the girl draw a deep breath every time her fingers passed over her nipples. Tara’s breath was heavy and quick. Amanda felt the familiar quiver in her belly as she rolled the girl’s nipples between her fingers and felt them harden to her touch. `What are you doing?’ She kept asking herself.

Amanda caught herself as she began unbuttoning Tara’s shorts. She stopped and looked into the girls face. She was laying there, a slight smile on her lips and heavy eyelids, looking past her aunt. “Are you sure you’re okay, baby?”

“Mmmm yes Aunt Mandy.” She purred.

Slightly drunk and prodded by her raging desires, she continued. She pulled the girl’s zipper down slowly, trying to give her as much time as possible to change her mind. Tara lifted her ass to allow Amanda to pull her shorts off. She waited, holding her bum in the air, waiting for her aunt to remove the pink polka dotted panties from her body.

Amanda almost gasp when her belly tightened as she looked at the girl’s young, hairless pussy. Tara lowered herself back down to the couch and smiled. “Am I pretty?” She asked.

“Oh god yes.” Amanda answered absently.

“This isn’t fair.” Tara pulled herself up and reached out for Amanda’s pants. Instinctively she moved her hands to stop the girl, but relaxed. Her niece began pushing them down her hips. Amanda wiggled out of her pants. She knelt down close to Tara and smiled.

“Is this better little angel?” She cooed. Tara giggled and nodded. Amanda was so far over the line now that she could not see it any more. She had given up on stopping herself, all she could do now was be as gentle with her precious niece as possible. She wanted the girl more than she could ever remember wanting any one else. She wanted her so much that she did not mind taking her time so as not to frighten the child. She leaned in and kissed Tara’s quivering lips. She pushed her tongue gently into the girl’s mouth and brushed the inside of her lips before receding.

Amanda leaned to one side, laying on the couch so that she could prop herself up on her elbow and look down at her beautiful little niece. “My little nubian princess.” She whispered, leaning down and kissing her shoulder. She slid her hand down the girl’s body, pausing at her belly to enjoy it’s softness.

Amanda’s hand slid slowly down her niece’s belly. She slowed as she felt the girl’s mound. The woman laughed to herself remembering that little girl’s pussies were often called peaches. Tara’s little mound felt so much like a little peach that it was almost amusing. The girl’s belly tightened slightly and she drew a trembling breath. Amanda pushed further, cupping her hand on the girl, pushing her fingers against her clit. She moved her middle finger in several small circles on the girls magic bud before running her fingers through her moist folds.

Tara shuddered and moaned as her aunt pushed her finger just inside her young pussy. She was so excited that she could feel sweat beading up on her brow. Each touch from the older woman set her body on fire. electricity seemed to race from her clit through her belly to her nipples, even her face had begun to tingle.

Tara suddenly became aware of Amanda leaning down to kiss her. The girl opened her mouth, ready for her aunt. She reached into her aunt’s mouth with her own tongue.

She tasted, licked, sucked on her aunt’s tongue before turning her attention to the woman’s bottom lip. Amanda had gently kissed her bottom lip and it had been so sexy that she wanted to try it. Tara gently nibbled Amanda’s bottom lip, sucking it and biting it between her own.

Tara pressed back on the couch, arching her back as her aunt’s finger probed more deeply into her. “Oh god.” She whispered. “That… Oh…”

Amanda found herself about to laugh. Not at the girl, but at the wonder of being able to elicit such reactions from the child. She leaned close an nipped softly at the girl’s ear. She kissed her neck, her shoulder, down to her barely visible breasts. She drew Tara’s nipple into her mouth and sucked it in time with her finger.

The child was dripping wet, on the verge of orgasm. Amanda pulled her hand away, and Tara gasped, “why did you stop?” She was almost shouting.

“Trust me angel.” She started working her way down the girl’s body. She planted little kisses along the length of Tara’s frame. She made her way to the girl’s thigh where she began nibbling at her skin. Amanda slid around the girl, bringing herself to rest between her legs. She looked up at her with a sly smile and leaned in, drinking in the scent of Tara’s excitement.

Tara’s aunt pushed her tongue between the child’s folds. She sucked Tara’s clit into her mouth and began working it with her lips. Sucking it in and flicking her tongue across it, delighting in the girl’s every whimper and moan.

Amanda’s eyes rolled as the electric shock of sexual excitement rushed through her. She lapped at the girl’s nectar, drinking it in, loving it, desperate for more. She pushed her finger in to Tara’s waiting sex, pushing it in deeply.

“What’s… Oh, something… Mandy!” Tara squealed. Amanda pushed her finger in as deeply as she could, sucking hard on the girl’s clit and pressing against it with the top of her tongue. Tara reached down suddenly as her back arched. She intwined her fingers in Amanda’s hair and pulled at her, coaxing for more suction, more pressure, more of everything. Tara collapsed against the bed and sighed heavily. “That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.” She gasped.

Amanda kissed the girl’s mound. She withdrew her finger from the child’s pussy and slid back up to lie next to her. She laid there tracing her drying finger on Tara’s chest, humming an old song she used to sing to her when she was a baby. “More?” She asked finally.

“Yesss!” Tara said in a breathy voice. She rolled on to her side and propped her head on her hand. “Do you want me to do that to you?” She asked, looking unsure.

“I want you to do whatever you want to do.”

Tara’s tiny hand gliding along Amanda’s side and down her hip relieved any uncertainty that she had had about whether or not the girl could or would reciprocate. The child was clumsy and unsure which only seemed to make Amanda more excited. No other lover had done to her what the beautiful little girl was doing, and she had hardly been touched. She realized what had been missing all of her life. She understood why none of her lovers had interested her, had captivated her. She was captivated now, absolutely and completely engaged with the tiny angel lying next to her.

Little fingers tangled her in pubic hair and began playing with it. Amanda laughed softly, as it tickled. “You like that?” Tara’s unsure voice.

“I love everything you do.”

Tara leaned toward her, pressing her lips on Amanda’s. She parted them and drew in Amanda’s breath. She pushed her tongue into her aunt’s mouth, almost wresting with Amanda’s.

“Oh… Angel…” Amanda gasped as she felt Tara’s finger reach her folds and brush over her clit. She was so close to cumming, it would hardly take anything to send her over the edge.

“Can I kiss it? Like you did?” Tara’s voice seemed so small. Amanda nodded. She slid herself down until she was laying on her back, then helped the girl as she wiggled between her legs. The child looked down at her aunt’s sex for a moment before looking back up at her, glassy eyed. “How?” She finally asked.

“Here.” Amanda tapped her finger against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. “press your tongue there. You just move your tongue a little and suck on it. And if you want you can put your fingers inside.”

Tara giggled fiercely before she calmed down and looked back at the neatly shaved muff. Timidly she leaned in, holding her tongue out, and pushed against Amanda’s clit. Her aunt’s sharp inhalation let her know that she was doing it right.

Tara worked her tongue up and down her aunt’s slit, unsure but encouraged by the moans and sighs escaping her aunt’s lips. She tried to imitate what Amanda had done to her. She pushed her finger’s into her aunt, fucking her with her hand. She put her mouth over her aunt’s clit and sucked on it like it was a tiny lollipop. She rolled her tongue over the nub, keeping pressure on it as best she could.

The girl laid there between her aunt’s thighs, sucking her clit and listening to her moan loudly. Tara found herself giggling, part of her was afraid but mostly she was just fascinated by the experience. It was the realization that she was doing this, she was controlling what her aunt felt.

Amanda’s back arched and she slammed her palms down on the couch, dragging her nails noisily as she clenched her fists and tried to muffle a scream. She was experiencing the most amazing orgasm she had ever felt. The most sensuous sexual experience of her life.

Amanda relaxed against the bed and began to chuckle softly as the waves of warmth and the tingling subsided. Tara climbed up her aunt’s body and laid her head on her breasts. “Am I your girlfriend now?” Tara asked.

“Yes baby girl. You can be my girlfriend.”

“It’s our secret.” Tara looked up at her aunt’s face, smiling. After a moment and laid her head back down and closed her eyes.

The fell asleep lying there, naked, with Amanda gently stroking Tara’s hair.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2005 }

Alex set her books down on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Christmas was coming soon and today was the last day of school until the new year. Her mother was a teacher at the high school and would have the winter break off as well. Alex was excited, since she and her mother were very close. Ever since her father had left, breaking her heart, three years ago she and her mother had been more like sisters than anything else.

Alex had turned eleven just before the beginning of the new school year and she was beginning to notice slight changes in her body. Her chest felt strange and her nipples had become puffy. She had also begun to feel drawn to some of the other girls at school. She had even developed a crush on her best friend Keera.

With hot chocolate in hand and an hour before her mother would be home, Alex went into the living room to watch television. She sipped at her hot chocolate and flipped through the channels until her mother pulled into the driveway.

“Hey, Mom!” Alex hopped up from the couch and hugged her mother.

“Hey, sweetie.” Evelyn, her mother, said with a smile. She walked into the kitchen and made herself a cup of instant coffee. She went back to the living room and pulled her cigarettes from her purse before sitting down and lighting one.

“Smoking’s bad for you,” Alex nagged.

“So’s saying that it’s bad for me.”

It was their normal exchange. Alex had been on her mother to quit for months now. Alex rolled her eyes. She hated when her mother said that.

“So, you want to put up the tree tonight?” Evelyn asked.

“You know I don’t believe in that stuff,” Alex grumbled. She had turned her back on the church a few months earlier, shortly after her birthday. She had decided she wanted to be a Wiccan. Her mother had never been Christian; the influence there had come from Alex’s father. This decision had come about at the same time she had stopped going by her first name and started telling everyone to call her Alex, short for Alexandra. When she had learned where her first name came from, she decided she did not like it.

“You’re too young for all this rebellion crap.”

“This is the real me, Mom.” Alex stomped her feet as she got up off the couch and stormed to her room.

“Eli!” Her mother called after her.

“My name is Alex!” she heard the girl shout back at her. Evelyn rolled her eyes, she did not want to start the winter break with a fight, but it looked like that was where things were going.

At first, Alex had taken the divorce well. Jim had visited her at least twice a month, and regularly took her for weekends. He met a new woman, though, and suddenly he wanted nothing to do with his daughter. He had even stopped paying child support. The legal battle over that was still going, and it looked like Alex would be eighteen before it was resolved.

Evelyn got up off the couch and walked to her daughter’s room. She tapped the door and without waiting to be invited, opened it. “I’m sorry, Alex. I’ve been calling you Eli since I brought you home from the hospital, so I forget sometimes.”

“I just hate him, Mom. He left us here and he doesn’t even care.”

“He cares.” Evelyn shook her head, not believing that she was defending him.

“He’s an asshole.” Alex’s eyes went wide and she slapped her hands over her mouth, turning bright red.

“Electra Alexandra!” Evelyn tried to scold, but she was laughing. She shook her head. “Please don’t talk like that. It just sounds bad.”

Evelyn left her there. She chuckled as she walked down the hall. ‘Alex’ She whispered to herself, as if trying to remind herself to call the girl by her middle name.

An hour would pass before Alex would wander out of her room and sit down on the couch next to her mother. “Sorry, Mom,” The girl said, leaning close to her mother. “We can put the tree up if you want.”

“I don’t know. I mean, you know about Santa, you know about God, why bother?”

“’Cause it’s winter solstice too.” Alex hopped up and went up to her room, returning with a leather bound book that Evelyn recognized. “I read it in here.” She said handing the book to Evelyn and turning to the correct page. The woman grazed over the page politely and handed it back.

“Okay, so let’s have dinner, then we’ll get the tree down from the attic.”

Evelyn got up and went into the kitchen closely followed by her little girl. They always worked together to make dinner and tonight was no different. They made stir fry vegetables, one of Alex’s favorites because it meant she got to eat with chopsticks.

After they ate Evelyn pulled the stairs to the attic down and let Alex go up to get the boxes of ornaments and the tree.

With everything downstairs they began pulling the various branches and other parts of the tree out of its box. Evelyn never had gotten the hang of putting the tree together. She only got to do it once a year, and this made only the third time, Jim had done it before the divorce.

After assembling the tree they set about stringing the lights and hanging the ornaments. Alex had always loved opening the boxes and unwrapping each ornament, seeing for the first time again in a year.

Finally finished with the ornaments they hung garland around the tree and cleaned up the considerable mess left over.

“Are you ready?” Evelyn asked. She held the plug for the lights in her hand, bending down, poised to plug it in.

“Ready.” Alex was getting excited despite herself. Evelyn pushed the plug into the socket and the lights on the tree flickered to life. The room was immediately bathed in a strange reddish light the seemed to move as the bulbs blinked on and off. Alex smiled as she found herself captivated by the tree.

“Just like when you were a little girl.” Evelyn said stepping up next to her daughter and putting her arm over the girl’s shoulder. “You would sit and stare at the tree for hours… mesmerized.”

They watched the lights blinking for a while longer before sitting down on the couch and turning on the television. Evelyn lit a cigarette for herself and pulled the ashtray off the coffee table, sitting it on the arm of the couch.

Shortly after midnight they headed for bed. Evelyn kissed her daughter good night and left her huddled in the blankets, fighting to stay warm.

Alex laid in bed, her eyes closed, thinking about the upcoming holiday. She had learned about solstice. She was new to Wicca, and had nothing but books to guide her.

Something else started to stick in her thoughts. An image in the book she had shown her mother. It was a drawn image of what the book called a sky clad coven. She could not stop looking at the pictures of women. The curves of their bodies captivated her. She had found herself tracing their lines with her finger.

Alex was feeling strange, warm. the place between her legs, that special place she knew so little about seemed to be beckoning her. She slid her hand between her legs and touched herself feeling dampness on her fingers. She was immediately ashamed, afraid of what her friends would think if they found out that she was touching herself this way. She was afraid that there was something wrong, that she was sick or what her mother called a pervert, because she thought it felt so good.

Shame won out over the urges of her still immature body and she pulled her hand away, drying it on the leg of her pajamas. She pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to sleep.

*****

When Alex awoke she pulled herself out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and shower.

With her teeth cleaned Alex turned on the water and waited for it to get warm enough for her. She stepped into the shower and pulled the shower head off it’s hanger, soaking her hair.

After hanging the shower head back up she washed her hair. Alex soaped her body quickly and began rinsing. The water felt good on her skin as it washed over her. She paused as the shower head sprayed her nipples.

Alex’s eyes drooped when the water reached her loins running over her clit. She had showered countless times and never quite felt this way when she cleaned her private parts. The water caught her clit just right and sent waves of heat through her. She gasped, moving her wrist slightly, letting the water run over her in pulses.

The heat began to become a tingling wave moving over her skin and through her like electricity. She felt her knees getting weaker as the most peculiar sensation began building in her belly.

The sensation became a ball of heat exploding out of her through her tiny clit. Alex had never felt anything like this. She reached out and put her hand on the wall trying to steady herself as her knees buckled.

Alex was panting, still holding the shower head she slowly rose and hung it up. She felt slightly dizzy and could hear a bit of a ring in her ears after she turned the water off. She had no idea what she had just done and though she was a bit afraid and terribly ashamed, she was determined that she would do it again.

At the breakfast table Alex felt ashamed of herself, unable to look at her mother. She remembered all of the hours of Sunday school filling her head with the notion of sin and bad and wrong. She did not know what she had done, but she knew that, like everything else enjoyable, it must be dirty.

“Are you okay Eli… Alex.” Her mother asked, catching herself.

“I’m fine,” she said, sounding very much not fine. Evelyn knew something was bothering her little girl and by the way she had said she was fine, she knew that the girl wanted to talk about it.

“Did you sleep okay last night?”

“Yeah.” Alex stirred her bowl of cereal with her spoon, keeping her eyes on the table.

“Hey, sweetie. If you want to talk about something then tell me. I’m your mom, I’m here for you.”

Alex shook her head. She pushed her bowl of cereal away and sat back in her seat. “How come everything good is wrong?”

“What do you mean?” Evelyn set her own breakfast aside and folded her arms on the table in front of her.

“It’s just that when I used to go to church they acted like everything that felt good or was fun was a sin.”

“You know I really wish your father hadn’t insisted on taking you to church. It was the only thing that made me hesitate when we started talking about kids. Honey, I know it seems like that but in the real world it’s okay for things to be fun or to feel good, or to be enjoyable.” She tilted her head slightly. She knew only a little bit about Wicca. Just what she had picked up from the girls who were into it at school. “I thought your… your new thing wasn’t like that.”

“It isn’t. But I mean all that time I went to church… I’m just scared that, what if they’re right?”

“I don’t think they are.” Evelyn returned to her breakfast. “What brought this on, angel?”

“I can’t say,” she muttered, blushing. Evelyn looked at her for a moment. She thought she was beginning to understand. She was sure that whatever it was had to do with sex, and being that her daughter was eleven, she suspected the girl had discovered masturbation. Evelyn let the issue go. She did not want to make her daughter any more uncomfortable than she already was.

After breakfast they set about cleaning house. It was a short chore since they both took time through the week to tidy up here and there. Once finished Evelyn went to her room and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. She was drifting at the edge of sleep, letting her mind wander. Normally she loved to hover at the edge of sleep this way. Today however her normally peaceful time was being disturbed by something. By Alex. She kept finding her thoughts drifting to her little girl touching herself.

Evelyn felt her clit twitch, a quiver that ran through her belly in a shock of cold tension. She realized she was becoming aroused. Very aroused. Images of her daughter’s slim body, her perfectly hairless mound, and a little hand gently stimulating her sex. Evelyn opened her eyes wide. She was fantasizing about her little girl, her child. She felt a wash of heat across her face. She was ashamed of herself but the shame did nothing to chase the thoughts away.

‘Oh the hell with it.’ She grumbled to herself. She slid her hand under her pants, her panties and slid her fingers between her legs. She pushed her fingers into herself, lubricating them, then pulled them out, massaging her clit in long slow circles.

More than the forbidden fantasy of her daughter, the fear she might get caught, it excited her. Her bedroom door was open, Alex was just down the hall. At any moment the little girl could walk in on her. Evelyn’s breathing was coming in short gasps. She moved her fingers faster, sliding them into herself occasionally to lubricate them.

‘Was that a footstep?’ She almost stopped but she could not. She worked her body faster, more desperately with each moment.

Her orgasm rushed through her body, touching every fiber of her being. The waves of heat washing over her, bringing her close to unconsciousness.

Evelyn withdrew her hand from her pants and relaxed onto the bed. She laid there enjoying the afterglow. She could not waste too much time because she wanted to take Alex to the mall but she could not force herself to just jump up and wave goodbye to the endorphins.

Eventually she pulled herself out of bed and went to collect her daughter. She planned to make a day of shopping and perhaps even taking in a matinee at the cinema.

In the end they went to the mall and wandered around looking at the shops. Alex spent what had seemed like a lifetime in Hot Topic, picking out clothes she wanted. She even spent some time trying to convince her mother to let her get her belly button pierced. Evelyn was not adverse to the idea, but she would not allow it until the girl was at least thirteen. Once she was an official teen Evelyn had already decided she would sign off on anything the girl wanted pierced, as long as it was above the waist.

By the time they got home they were both exhausted. Evelyn tossed the bags she’d carried in on the couch and turned to look at Alex. “You know it wouldn’t have killed you to pick up one of the bags.” She grumbled.

“Sorry, Mom,” she said, sounding more annoyed than sorry.

Evelyn put the bags in her closet then went to the kitchen to start dinner. As always her daughter followed her in to help. Alex stood chopping vegetables, her mind drifting to her shower and the wonderful pleasure she had discovered. “Ouch!” Alex looked down to see she had grazed her index finger with the knife.

“Are you okay?”

“I cut myself,” she whined. She immediately headed toward the bathroom to pour peroxide on it and wrap it in a bandage.

“You’ve been acting weird all day, sweetie.” Evelyn said once the girl returned. She turned from the pot she was stirring. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Mooom!” She blushed. Evelyn decided to let it go until they sat down to eat.

With dinner ready they went into the dining room and sat down. Evelyn served the stew she had prepared to her daughter and then took her own seat.

“I wasn’t too much older than you when I started thinking about boys,” Evelyn started, trying to ease into the conversation. “I was your age though the first time I… touched myself.”

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry sweetie. I’m not trying to embarrass you. But if that’s what you’re upset about, then you can tell me.” Evelyn scolded herself. She was not handling this well.

“I don’t think about boys,” the girl finally said.

“Well, you’re still young.”

“I don’t care. I’m never going to think about them.” Alex pushed her plate away and looked up at her mom. “Is it wrong if I like girls?” Her eyes were glassy and it was clear that she had given whatever was going on with her a great deal of thought.

Evelyn considered her answer carefully. She knew that many gays claimed they had known from early childhood. She did not want to believe it about her daughter, though. She had no problem with gays, she had even accepted that her daughter may well turn out to be a lesbian. Evelyn believed that homosexuality was genetic. She knew that her sister was a lesbian, and her cousin was gay. What she had a problem with was the pain that it would cause the girl.

“Are you saying that you think you’re like Aunt Carol?” Evelyn managed to keep an even tone. All Alex really understood about her aunt was that she lived with another woman and they had bought a house together.

“Aunt Carol is like that?” Alex asked with big eyes. Evelyn smiled and nodded her head. “I didn’t touch myself.” Alex said after a long silence. “I was in the shower and…” She trailed off.

“And the water ran over your clitoris.” Evelyn finished for her, knowing what a wonderful sensation the girl had discovered. Alex’s confused expression told her mother that she had no idea what her clitoris was. Evelyn again scolded herself. That her daughter could be eleven and not know these things about her own body was in her opinion, bad parenting.

“And it felt, I don’t knooow,” she frowned. “It made me weak and tingly.”

“That’s normal, sweetie. What you felt was probably an orgasm.”

“But Mom… I did it… I held the water on my private parts like that.” Evelyn smiled when the girl said that, but her smile faded when she saw tears rush out of her little girl’s eyes. “Please d-don’t laugh at me, Mom!” Alex sobbed.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m not laughing, I’m happy for you.” She slipped out of her chair and wrapped her arms around the girl. She knelt, still holding the girl, rocking her and rubbing her back.

With her daughter finally calmed down Evelyn went back to her chair. “What you did is called masturbating and everyone does it.”

“Do you?”

“Well, yes I do.” Evelyn answered.

Alex seemed visibly relieved when she heard this. “It’s not bad, is it?”

“No sweetie, it’s not bad.” Evelyn reached across the table and stroked the girl’s hair. “I like the shower head too.” She offered. Alex wrinkled her nose for a second but a smile began to play at her lips. “So you really think you like girls?” She asked.

“I think so. I love Keera.”

“Does Keera like girls too?” Evelyn asked. She was suddenly aware that Keera and Alex spent the night together constantly. She was afraid now for what might have been going on.

Alex finally shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She said.

Evelyn got an idea. She hurried through the rest of her dinner. Once she was finished she deposited her dishes in the sink and went up to the attic.

Upstairs, in the cold, she searched through boxes and stacks of old books. She was hoping that she still had a text book left over from the one year that she had taught sex education. She was about to give up when she pulled the old text book out of a box. She sat down and began flipping through the pages, sure she remembered seeing a diagram of the female body.

Evelyn came slowly down the stairs. She folded them back up into the ceiling and went into the living room where she found her daughter watching television. “Here,” she said, handing the book to the girl. She opened it to the image of a woman’s vulva.

Alex took the book and stared down at the image, reading the labels carefully. “Is that what I look like down there?” She asked.

“Yes, sweetie.”

“It looks funny.” She wrinkled her nose.

“Funny. Hmm. I always thought we looked a little bit like Calle lilies.” Evelyn leaned close to her girl, kissing her on the head. She looked down at the picture. “It’s very beautiful.”

Alex looked up at her, wrinkling her brow. “Do you like girls too?” She asked.

Evelyn’s mind went immediately to college. She had slept with two girls while she was in school. Both had been wonderful experiences, but she had never pursued women any further than that. “Not really.” She finally said. “Not like that I suppose.”

Alex continued to stare at the image. She was fascinated, having never seen it before. There was something more though. Sitting there, looking at the image of a woman’s body, her nether regions, excited the girl. She felt the same warmth and tingling she had felt the night before. “Is, umm, master — umm…”

“Masturbating?”

“Yeah, is that like sex?”

“A little bit. What do you know about sex?” She asked.

“I know a boy lays on a girl and they hug and then they move a little. I saw Spike to it to Buffy on teevee.” Evelyn rolled her eyes. “I think Willow did it to Tara too, but it was different.” Alex looked up at her mother. “It’s because Spike is a boy, right?”

“It’s very different when girls are together.” Evelyn coaxed the book from Alex’s hands and closed it. She set it on the coffee table. “You can have that book if you want it.”

They talked while watching television for the rest of the evening. It was late again when Evelyn ushered her daughter to bed. She tucked the girl in and kissed her before leaving for her own room.

Evelyn laid in bed feeling the heat of sexual excitement pulsing through her. Talking with her little girl, hearing what the child had to say, learning that she had begun masturbating, it excited her. She felt shame at thinking of her little girl in such a way but the images of her daughter in the shower, or touching herself, continued to race through her head. She slid a hand between her legs.

A moan escaped Evelyn’s lips when her fingers slipped over her clit. She was wet, so wet she hardly needed to move past her clit before her fingers were lubricated enough. She wanted to hate herself for indulging a sexual arousal borne of her daughter, but the image of the child touching herself was so pure and erotic.

Evelyn felt the orgasm building almost as soon as she touched herself. She massaged her clit, moving quickly, building to it.

“Mom?” came a voice from the hallway. Startled, Evelyn yanked her hand away from her aching clit.

Oh, God. So close, so damn close. She whimpered.

“I’m cold and I want to sleep with you.”

Evelyn sighed resignedly, pushed herself up in the bed and turned toward her daughter standing in the door looking sheepish. “C’mon sweetie, climb in.” She held the covers up. Alex raced across the room and dove in to bed, snuggling close to her mother.

With her daughter’s scent in her nostrils Evelyn found herself experiencing a new height of sexual excitement. She was becoming more frustrated with each passing moment.

Evelyn draped her arm over her daughter, feeling dirty for doing so. She stroked the girl’s belly, something she had done a million times before, but tonight she felt guilty. She swallowed hard, feeling her mouth go dry as she slid her hand up to the girl’s hip and began gently rubbing her daughter’s bottom.

“That feels good,” Alex whispered. She rolled slightly forward, giving Evelyn more access to her behind. Hearing the girl’s voice though was such a shock that the woman faltered. She was trying to stop herself, trying to force herself to roll over and go to sleep but she could not. She stroked gently all the way up her daughter’s back and then down to her bottom. She let her fingers curl around Alex’s butt cheeks, brushing dangerously close to the child’s sex.

“Do you understand what we talked about tonight?” Evelyn asked. She felt her daughter nod her head. “Am I bothering you?” Alex shook her head quickly.

“It feels nice.” The little girl said as she rolled onto her back, leaving Evelyn’s hand to come to rest on her sternum. She could just feel one of the girl’s puffy nipples under her wrist and realizing that sent a shock though her. Cautiously, Evelyn moved her hand to the girl’s belly and began rubbing it. She let her hand slid under Alex’s shirt. A shudder passed through Evelyn when she felt her daughter’s soft skin under her fingers. “Are you cold?” The girl asked.

“No, sweetie.” She leaned down and kissed Alex’s forehead. She kissed the girl’s nose. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips gently on her daughter’s mouth, parting them, suckling the girl’s bottom lip. Tears were forming in her eyes. You’re not a pedophile! She screamed at herself in her mind, but that fact remained that she had never felt this excited. Evelyn leaned back and looked down at her daughter, able to see the girl’s wide eyes in the light filtering in through the bedroom window. Oh God, this is your little girl. She pleaded with herself, begging herself to stop.

“I love you, Mom.” Alex finally said.

Evelyn fell on her daughter, pressing their lips together. She kissed the girl tenderly, softly. Tentatively she pressed her tongue into her daughter’s mouth and Alex parted her lips, welcoming her mother.

A single tear, all of her frustration, her guilt and shame wrapped up into a tiny droplet of water and salt, dripped from Evelyn’s cheek to her daughter’s.

Alex immediately pulled back and stared up at her mother. “Why are you crying?” she asked.

Evelyn sat up, shaking her head and fighting the torrent behind her eyes. She tried to speak. She wanted to tell the little girl to run, save herself, go back to her bed and hide from the monster that she called mom.

“Please don’t stop,” Alex said, her voice so small.

Evelyn could not stop herself, again she found her lips pressed against her daughter’s. The tears streamed down her cheeks but she would not stop. She stroked her little girl’s belly and chest, the palm of her hand brushed over Alex’s nipples and she felt a shock of electricity run through her.

Alex moaned softly. She loved the way it felt when her mother touched her tiny breasts. She felt warm, safe, and closer to her mother than ever before.

Suddenly Alex broke the kiss and lay looking up at her mother with a smile on her lips. “Are we going to have sex?” she asked, sounding so innocent.

Evelyn considered it carefully. The shame and guilt did nothing to quell how natural and right it felt to let her love for her daughter extend into the physical realm.

“Are you scared?” Evelyn finally managed to ask.

“A little.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Alex’s answer was so quick, so simple.

It crumbled the few barriers the woman had left. She was falling forward now, out of control. Again she tasted her daughter’s lips.

Evelyn’s hand was shaking, her belly was tight. In all of her life she had never felt such excitement, nor such fear. She rolled the girl’s nipples between her fingers, then moved her hand in small circles around the soft meaty parts of the girl’s chest. The passion she felt for the child was almost too much for her.

Delicately, softly, with all of a mother’s love, Evelyn slid her hand down the girl’s body and over her mound. Her hand encompassed the child’s sex and she pressed her middle finger between the girl’s lips, drawing it up and over her clit.

Alex shivered and closed her eyes. “It didn’t feel like this when I touched it,” she whispered. If the light had been only a little brighter. Evelyn would have been able to see the child blush.

Alex stared into the shadows of the bedroom as her mother kissed down her throat and over her chest. She bit her bottom lip as she felt her nipples sucked into Evelyn’s mouth. A shudder ran through her body when her mother’s tongue swirled around it. She loved how close she felt to her mom. She loved the sensations running through her.

Almost afraid, Evelyn sat up and gently began pulling at her daughter’s pajama bottoms. The girl obliged by lifting her rump. The woman then removed the girl’s top and leaned down to kiss her again.

Alex giggled softly when her mother tongued her belly button. The woman was slowly making her way down the child’s body, coming ever closer to the child’s swollen mound.

Evelyn closed her eyes. Her cheek rested against Alex’s mound. She was about to cross the point of no return, about to step into a world she was frighteningly ready to experience. The woman kissed over the girl’s mound, enjoying how soft and warm it felt. She moved herself between her daughter’s legs and leaned into her sex, shivering when the scent of the child’s excitement reached her.

A gasp escaped Alex’s lips when she felt her mother’s mouth over her sex. Her eyes fluttered and closed and her head fell lazily to the side. Evelyn reached up and slid her index finger into her daughter, curling it and gently tapping the spot just behind the pubic bone. The magic button that she so dearly loved to have stimulated. She suckled the girl’s clit, running her tongue over it.

Alex drew her legs up with a gasp. She had never imagine any sensation like this. What her mother was doing now was far better than what she had felt in the shower. She clenched her little fists on the bed, pulling at the sheets. Her breath began to come quicker, more shallow.

Evelyn pressed her own aching sex into the mattress. She moved her hips until her clit rubbed the bed with each movement she made. Waves of pleasure coursed through her. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on the girl, but somehow managed to keep enough focus.

Alex was rocking, pushing her sex towards her mother’s mouth. She wanted more. Fire seemed to dance on her skin and she could not help but whimper and moan.

The sensation, that feeling of warmth, a spinning ball of heat that she had felt for the first time only that morning, began to build in her belly again. Her behind felt warm and tingly and her clit was hardening.

“Moooommyy!” She squealed, arching her back. She threw her head back and her eyes flew open as an orgasm ripped through her.

Evelyn could take no more. She pushed her sex against the mattress as she suckled hard on her daughter’s clit. Her own orgasm burst from it’s restraints sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She moaned, eliciting a shudder from her daughter as she did.

Both exhausted, both tingling and dizzy, they laid holding one another. “I love you. Mommy,” the girl said as she pressed her head against her mother’s chest.

“You’re not afraid?” Evelyn asked. She was a child molester now and the shame of it overwhelmed her.

“Not with you, Mom.” Alex leaned up and kissed her mother’s cheek.

Alex fell asleep quickly. Evelyn laid next to her little girl, holding her, stroking her, gently rubbing her back. She hated herself for how natural it had felt, but she was finding it increasingly hard to be ashamed of expressing her love to her daughter in such a lovely way.