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story_codes: F/gg (9,4), cons, incest

story_intro: Two orphaned young sisters, having been shunned by their grandparents, are pushed into the custody of their Aunt Janice. The free-wheeling young woman suddenly finds her burden of new responsibilities is lightened by other rewards that come with having some sweet little girls in her care.

story_language: English





Living with Aunt Janice

Written by madvlad


	The two women sat in folding chairs in an otherwise empty living room, eyeing each other warily, looking for weakness and a hint of a possible attack. The older one was stylishly dressed with her coifed hair retaining the color of earlier youth with carefully blended dye. She sat with her legs crossed at the ankles, partially tucked under the chair on which she was perched upright.

	The younger was dressed in a black tank top and baggy olive green pants with scuffed boots poking out below the cuffs. Her long legs were slightly parted with the soles of her boots firmly planted on the floor as if she was ready to spring. She sported a few tattoos on her bare arms and one hand rested on a knee, fingers tapping in nervousness or anger - the other woman couldn't be sure. She was years away from needing dye in her long brown hair which was currently tied in a severe ponytail. The only vulnerable feature that was visible was her reddened, slightly puffy eyes.

	Janice noticed her fingers tapping and stopped, annoyed. She was weary - physically and emotionally and meeting with Shirley Barclay, her deceased sister's mother-in-law, was no easy time. They had met only briefly on occasion, the first time being at Janice's sister's wedding. People had been surprised they were sisters when looking at them - Tina had the petite figure typical of most of their family while the younger Janice had a rangy build inherited from their paternal grandfather. Janice had joked that she was the wild Amazon of the family (and in many ways she was).

	Shirley had been unimpressed and the two women had instinctively kept their distance from then on as if to keep a cold war from overheating. Janice was an artistic type, dabbling in a variety of areas in technical and creative positions. She had avoided college, preferring to throw herself into anything that piqued her interest - from commissions to lovers both male and female. On the latter point, she didn't give a damn who knew it.

	Doug, Tina's husband, had always been perfectly at ease with his sister-in-law and they found they shared a passion in cooking - a good thing for him as Tina claimed she was so inept in the kitchen that she could burn soup. Janice was always welcome in their home and had become even more so as she often volunteered to baby sit when her two nieces arrived, Jaydin first and Elle five years later. 

	Shirley, on the other hand, was aghast at Janice, fearing her free-styling nature might somehow tarnish the carefully cultivated image of her husband, Congressman Henry "Hank" Barclay. It was one thing for him to make a speech supporting gay rights when his party's platform and polls and demographics in his district supported such a stand, but Shirley didn't want her husband to be associated with "that crowd" - not even the bisexual sister-in-law of their son.

	But the distance the two had maintained had come crashing following the automobile accident on a rain-slick road that claimed the lives of both Doug and Tina three weeks ago. Janice had been on the West Coast for what was supposed to be a six-week assignment when she caught a mention in the news about Congressman Barclay having recently attended the funeral of his son and daughter-in-law.

	Janice had been in a coffee shop as the newscast played on a small television. She did not notice the barista's repeated inquiries or the impatient murmurs of people in line behind her. The Barclays had two daughters and only one son. Her friends back home had known that she had a sister and nieces, but Janice had never mentioned the connection to Tina's in-laws, so they were in the dark.

	But Janice's cell number was on phones and lists as an emergency contact for both Tina and Doug and she had never received a call. Frantically, she caught a plane home and tried to reach her nieces, only to be stopped by a phalanx of lawyers who served her with a restraining order. None of it made sense as she had been listed as the custodian of the girls in both Tina's and Doug's wills. And they had each named her as executrix of their estate. Over the next week, however, she had learned the extent of the influence that a member of the United States House of Representatives had.

	Then, out of the blue, she had received a phone call from a lawyer stating that she was to arrive at her late sister's house to sign papers accepting custody of Jaydin and Elle the following day at noon.

	When she had arrived, Janice had been surprised to find a realtor's sign in the front yard with a "Sold" placard placed on top. The next surprise was finding the house stripped of furniture and all of the familiar photos and personal effects. Surprise Number Three was the absence of any lawyers who had walled Janice away from her nieces. There were only the two folding chairs and Shirley Barclay, who handed the paperwork to Janice with a muttered request to get this over with quickly.

	Janice read each page carefully, searching for a trap that would keep her from the girls forever. But everything was remarkably simple and straightforward. Signing them, she demanded answers as to why she had been stonewalled.

	"If you had even cared, you would have been at the funeral," Shirley accused her, icily.

	"If I had been called, I would have been," Janice shot back. "But I overheard some talk and found that you had made damned sure I wasn't notified. I learned it on TV in a goddamned Starbucks a week later!"

	Shirley deftly shrugged off the guilt with the long practice of a political wife.

	"The Congressman and I felt the children would be better off in a more stable home instead of living with a gypsy of questionable morals."

	'The Congressman'. Shirley always referred to him in conversations like that, as if only the most privileged listeners could be graced with the honor of hearing his first name, Henry. And perhaps it was only the 5,000-dollar-per-plate fundraising dinner guests who could be rapturously bestowed with hearing 'Hank' uttered. With Janice, it was always 'The Congressman' as she would never be worthy of loftier 'Henry' or 'Hank' status.

	"So why the change of heart, then?" Janice asked, waving a hand around the empty room. "Did you decide they weren't worth it after you had cleaned out the accounts and sold everything my sister and brother-in-law owned? What's the matter? Is the next election fund running low? Are too many of the Hankster's big money donors in jail now?"

	"The Congressman," Shirley said with slow fury, emphasizing his title as if to shield him from Janice. "And I only wanted what was best. Of course we liquidated the estate so as to be able to provide for the children. But they had many debts to pay off - no doubt due to your sister so there is nothing left now for the girls."

	It was a poor lie and both Janice and Shirley knew it. Tina and Doug hadn't been rich, but their only debt was a mortgage they were paid ahead on. They had more than enough insurance to cover the remainder and the rest, along with their savings, should have been plenty to have Jaydin and Elle comfortably ready for college tuition or whatever they chose as their calling in life. 

	It wasn't the money that upset Janice; it was that this bitch and her husband had robbed their own grandchildren. The Barclays didn't need the money, either - they had just done it out of spite.

	"Bullshit," Janice spat. "You got your money and now you're dumping the kids. Fine - where are they?"

	"Upstairs," Shirley said, her mouth curling in a lemony frown. "I told them to wait there. It turns out they are bad seeds - obviously something they inherited from the same twisted family line that produced you. After I found them together, doing...what they were doing, I knew they were a lost cause."

	"They're nine and four," Janice said incredulously. "What could they possibly-"

	"They're filthy little creatures!" Shirley shouted, loud enough for the girls to hear from anywhere in the house. "Perverts! Naked like that and Ugh!"

	Shirley waited to regain her composure before continuing.

	"I'm turning the keys over to the realtor at three for the closing. Get those creatures out of here and now."

	Shirley left and went to her car, animatedly talking on the phone. Janice watched her for a moment and turned to see her nieces quietly coming into the living room, each carrying a small bag. Some larger suitcases and a few boxes of toys had been placed near the door.

	Both girls took after their mother in build; small for their age. Janice recalled Jaydin's obsession with getting taller a couple of years ago. The little girl had insisted that she was going to be a big as her Aunt Janice when she grew up but Janice knew she'd barely crack five feet in height. 

	In addition to their delicate figures, they had similar shades of blonde hair that hung straight down their backs. As they entered the room, their eyes were large and solemn; Jaydin's brown and Elle's a grayish hazel. 

	As Janice dropped to one knee, the orphaned girls threw themselves into her arms. She hugged them fiercely, feeling the warmth of their faces pressed against her. They remained that way for several minutes with no need to speak in their shared sorrow. 

	When Janice finally let them go, she spoke to them in a soft voice. 

	"Let's get out of here, okay?"

	Two small faces nodded gravely and Janice led them to her car. It was a small SUV with plenty of room for any of Janice's "artist junk" that she might need to haul around to various projects. She had emptied it out prior to the two-hour drive here and managed to get everything in the back before strapping Elle's booster seat in the back seat.

	"Whew! It all fits," Janice remarked. "I thought I was going to have to tie you two to the luggage rack."

	That managed to get a small giggle from each child. But as Janice lifted Elle into her seat, the girl resisted.

	"I want to ride the rack!" the four year-old insisted.

	"Elle, Aunt Janice was just teasing," Jaydin explained.

	"It's not nice to tease," the smaller girl said primly, reminding Janice of the tone Tina used when she was correcting one of her children's behavior. "I want to ride the rack."

	"Sorry, Kiddo," Janice said. "I don't have enough rope to do the job right. State law says I need a minimum of one hundred feet for any little girl tied to the luggage rack of a moving vehicle."

	"Awww!"

	Jaydin gave her aunt a grin. Aunt Janice was always saying and doing crazy things. The girl was relieved that she and her sister were going to live with her, now. She was still sad but knew if anyone could cheer them up, it would be her aunt.

	After Jaydin and Janice got into the SUV, Janice backed out and drove off. In her car, Shirley never looked up.

	They drove in silence. Jaydin was looking out the window and Elle had one arm clutched around a teddy bear while she sucked her thumb. Usually, Janice preferred some music playing, but it didn't seem right at this moment. In her mind, she was replaying the recent conversation with Shirley. 

	Despite her emotional turmoil, she found herself fixating on Shirley's comment about finding the girls naked together. What had they been doing? Janice's preference for females extended from women down to little girls, although she had never dared to act on her desire for the latter. Even during all of the times she had watched the kids, Janice had never done anything more than to treat herself to lingering gazes as her nieces romped about, often just in their underwear after a bath. She always let them do this before corralling them into their pajamas. And during the baths themselves, she kept any washing very businesslike for fear of greater temptation.

	But now she was going to have them living with her. If she caught them fooling around she could see herself joining in the fun, showing her nieces fabulously interesting things about their cute little bodies. But these were her sister's children - how could she take advantage of this - her sister's death?

	Janice shook her head as she drove - more complications, now, with a topping of guilt. She thought of her friend and sometimes lover, Alicia. She had been close to Jaydin's age when she had been introduced to sex and had nothing but the fondest memories of those days. Would Jaydin and Elle look back the same way? 

	Janice grunted softly. For someone who usually threw herself into whatever caught her fancy, she was going to drive herself crazy as her mind spun around this issue. Maybe she would be given a sign - that would be convenient. 

	Glancing in the rear-view mirror, Janice saw that Elle had fallen asleep, her dislodged thumb resting on her chest, still wet from where her tiny mouth had been so busy on it. The girl's earlier movements had made her dress bunch up, giving her aunt an eyeful of her smooth little thighs and the patch of white cotton snugly covering her crotch. Squeezing her thighs together, Janice sure as hell hoped that was a sign.

	"Aunt Janice?"

	Startled out of her lustful musing, Janice looked at Jaydin; fearful that she might have been caught...thinking. But Jaydin was oblivious to her aunt's inspection of her little sister and had a troubled look on her face.

	"What's up?" Janice asked, trying to keep her tone light.

	"I heard Grandma talking to you and I wanted to tell you...about what we did when Grandma saw us. But we weren't trying to be bad. Will you be mad at us, too?"

	"Of course not," Janice insisted, hoping she wasn't sounding too eager to hear the story.

	Jaydin paused a moment, lost in her own thoughts before she began.

	"Elle and I were taking a bath..." she started slowly.

	"And you were naked?" Janice interrupted with blatantly mock outrage. "In the bath with no clothes on?"

	When that got a smile from Jaydin, Janice went on, doing a remarkably accurate impersonation of Shirley.

	"Oh my heavens! The children are in the bath with no clothes! Such a scandal!"

	Now Jaydin was laughing, which only goaded her aunt to keep going.

	"What if the media finds out?" Janice cried, pressing the back of her hand against her forehead as if to keep from fainting. "What will The Congressman think?"

	When Jaydin's smile abruptly vanished, Janice stopped. She had obviously touched on something heavy. She barely knew Henry as his wife had always run interference, but she was surprised to think he would have flown off the handle like his wife had done.

	"You know how Mom used to say that Elle had an oral fix...fix-something?"

	"Oral fixation?"

	"Yeah, like how she keeps sucking her thumb a lot."

	"Oh, she gets that honestly," Janice interjected. "I sucked my thumb until I was six."

	"Then you just stopped?"

	"Not at first. I switched to sucking your mother's thumb but she got annoyed, so then I stopped."

	Jaydin stared at her aunt in disbelief. Janice's face was perfectly serious but it wasn't long before the corner of her mouth began quirking up as she couldn't contain herself.

	"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Janice said with a chuckle. "But seriously, I sucked my thumb until I was six and then just stopped for whatever reason. That's why your mom was never too concerned about Elle."

	"Uh huh," Jaydin agreed. "Well, we were in the bath and Elle started crying again because she missed our mom and dad. So I hugged her and she had her head against me. After she stopped crying, she started to...uh...suck on me right here."

	Janice looked at where her niece was tapping against her chest. She was perfectly flat and was indicating where her nipple was.

	"It's a nursing instinct," Janice explained. "Babies and really little kids will do it for comfort some time. It's no big deal."

	"Yeah, but I also liked it. It felt good there and made me feel funny...um..."

	"Somewhere else?" Janice prompted, suddenly feeling something somewhere else as well. 

	Jaydin blushed as she nodded. The girls' encounter may have been innocent, but it was starting to make Janice horny.

	"A while ago I had a sleepover at Maggie Andruchek's house - she was one of my best friends. And Maggie's big sister had some of her friends over - they're all in the sixth grade."

	Janice wondered where this was going, but was used to hearing rambling stories from her nieces. 

	"Maggie's sister and her friends showed us how to touch our...privates and make them feel good," Jaydin reported, her blush deepening. "And when Elle was sucking me, I wanted to touch my privates and I did."

	"Did it feel good?" Janice asked.

	"Uh huh," Jaydin confessed, looking down at the floor mat.

	"Then you must have done it right!" Janice said brightly, drawing a surprised look from Jaydin.

	"So you're not mad?" the girl asked.

	"Of course not. If you want to do something like that or even do something with Elle, I'm perfectly fine with that. Just do it in the house and not in the middle of the supermarket, okay?"

	Jaydin grinned in relief, although blushing about doing something in a store. 

	Janice was working to concentrate on the road while images of a preteen pussy rubbing session at a sleepover crowded her mind along with two little girls enjoying themselves in the bath.

	"That's when Grandma found us but I think she was really mad because Grandpa had been acting funny while they were staying at our house," Jaydin said.

	"What do you mean?"

	When Jaydin didn't respond right away, Janice let her have her peace. The girl was steeling herself up for something and it made the skin of the back of Janice's neck prickle. With a low sigh, Jaydin told her story.

	"When Grandma and Grandpa came to stay at the house, they slept in Mom and Dad's bedroom and there' a bathroom there for them. But one night Grandpa used the bathroom and Elle and I use. I had left a lucky coin that Dad gave me in my pants pocket and they were in the hamper. I couldn't go in because Grandpa was in there for a long time. 

	When he finally got out, I went in to get my pants and my panties were on the top inside the hamper. When I picked them up, there was sticky wet stuff on them. I didn't know what it was but it was gross. I thought he blew his nose but the stuff was white.

	Then another night Grandpa came into my room when I was in bed. He was real quiet and closed the door after he came in and I got scared and pretended I was sleeping. I heard him doing something and he was standing tight next to the bed. He started breathing loud and then some hot wet stuff hit my face and got in my hair. Then he left. The stuff got sticky and I knew it was the stuff in my panties.

	And then another night when Grandma was gone, he took me into the den and showed me a video on his laptop. It was really scary. There was a girl that Grandpa said was eight years old. She was naked and so was a man. And the man had his penis in the girl's privates and was making her cry while he kept moving it in and out.

	I wanted to leave but Grandpa said I had to stay. He unzipped his pants and took his penis out and pulled on it a lot. He said he was going to put it in my privates someday soon like the man was doing to that girl. Then he pulled the back of my pajamas down and squirted that stuff all over my bum. Grandpa said he was also going to put his penis there and in my mouth and if I didn't let him he'd make Elle do it.

	I was crying 'cause I was really scared but I didn't want him to hurt Elle so I said I'd let him do it. He said we would start soon. But then you came and took us away. 

	I think Grandma knew he wanted to do bad stuff but she thought it was our fault. She really got mad at Elle once when she was supposed to be getting dressed and was running around in front of Grandpa in her panties instead."

	"Jesus," Janice hissed and as gripped the steering wheel hard enough to make her knuckles white.

	At first, she felt guilty for misjudging Shirley as the woman was only trying to protect her grandchildren from her husband. But that didn't mesh with her personality. No, what Shirley was most concerned with was The Congressman raping his granddaughters and then having no way of covering it up if the girls needed medical help. It was the public shame and loss of prestige that the woman feared the most.

	Janice wondered about Henry's relationship with his two daughters. Doug's relationship with his parents was amiable enough, but a little distant, according to Tina. Janice had no idea about the daughters, now both grown women, but wondered what kind of hell they might have gone through while growing up.

	"Aunt Janice?"

	Janice looked at Jaydin in response.

	"You're not mad because I told you this, are you?" the child asked.

	"Oh, no. I'm so sorry that happened and anytime you need to tell me anything, I want you to know you can."

	Jaydin nodded and they both sat in an uncomfortable silence until Jaydin spoke again.

	"Aunt Janice? When Maggie's sister and her friends told us about sex, it was fun. But Grandpa also called it sex, too. But it looked scary and mean. I don't get it. I don't want to ever have sex."

	Janice's heart ached for the girl and she assured her not to be afraid.

	"Jaydin, sex is a wonderful thing - it can be everything you want it to be and even more. Don't let what your grandfather did ruin that for you."

	"But that man in the video, he..."

	"Sweetie, I have a friend - a special friend - named Alicia. When she was maybe a year older than you, she had an uncle who introduced her to sex. He was patient and kind and to this day she feels so fortunate for having him as her first lover. Does any of that make sense?"

	Jaydin nodded.

	"I think so. You mean it's not bad if the man is nice."

	"Right."

	"I don't have an uncle," Jaydin sighed.

	"But you have an aunt. And I can teach all kinds of things if you'd like."

	Janice's head spun as she uttered the words. She mentally cursed her mouth for being quicker than her brain but Jaydin looked at her thoughtfully.

	"It won't be mean or scary?" the girl asked. "You promise?"

	Now Janice was half-relieved and half aroused. But it was time for some self-restraint. Both of them were still emotionally wrung out.

	"I promise," Janice replied. "When you feel ready - and only then, I'll teach you all about sex."

	"Teach applesauce?" came Elle's sleepy voice from the back.

	Neither Janice nor Jaydin had heard her stirring. Jaydin looked embarrassed but Janice was suddenly in a playful mood again.

	"No, I said I'd teach her all about sex."

	The drowsy tot tried to digest these unfamiliar words for a moment before responding.

	"I like applesauce."

	The next week was busy as Janice got the girls settled in. Registering Jaydin in her new school had been easy and she was to begin attending the following Monday. The principal was a kind woman, patiently discussing counseling services that were available if Jaydin had difficulties coping with her grief. It was gradually ebbing, but there were still some rough moments now and then. 

	Their departure was delayed when Elle quizzed the principal extensively about the school where she would go when she became a big girl and could attend kindergarten. There were also several follow-up questions from the four year-old concerning the school's inventory of applesauce. As the principal patiently answered all of Elle's questions, Janice and Jaydin fought to keep from laughing.

	In the spare bedroom that now belonged to the girls, there was only one large bed. Janice promised to get a pair of twin beds but was in no hurry as the sisters often snuggled together. If there was any other playing occurring beneath the covers, Janice made no effort to intrude on their privacy.

	Early one morning, Jaydin and Elle decided to join their aunt in her bed. They were surprised to find Janice only wearing a t-shirt and panties in bed. Janice explained that this was her usual bedtime attire, omitting that she wore nothing at all when she had some special company for the night. Immediately deciding that sleeping in Aunt Janice's bed meant underwear only, the sisters stripped to their undies and joined their aunt. 

	Several more times, Janice awoke with her nieces with her, finding nightgowns and pajamas on the bedroom floor while the nearly naked little girls cuddled with her. Janice kept everything innocent until she determined after several close-up inspections that Elle had an irresistibly cute little butt and began caressing it while she stroked her hand and up and down the girl's back. She kept her fingers outside of Elle's panties, but the little girl never seemed to mind if her aunt was touching her bare back or cotton-clad bottom.

	On the morning of Jaydin's first day of school, the girl asked Janice if she could wear her hair in a braid just like her aunt often did. As Janice worked on her niece's hair, Jaydin found the nerve to ask her a question.

	"Aunt Janice, remember you said you would teach me about...uh..."

	"Applesauce?" Janice prompted, drawing a laugh from the girl.

	"Um, I was wondering if maybe we could..." the youngster continued bashfully.

	Finishing the braid, Janice leaned down and kissed Jaydin on the top of her head.

	"We can start tonight," she said. "After Elle is asleep."

	"Good," Jaydin said in a small voice. "What if Elle wakes up and sees us?'

	"Maybe I should teach her a few things so she'll understand. Is that okay with you?"

	Jaydin thought about that for a minute and then nodded. Then she heard Elle calling her name and went to their bedroom while Janice fixed breakfast.

	"Meow."

	Janice was at the stove and felt a tapping at her leg. Turning, she saw Elle dressed in a pink leotard and pink tights and wearing a headband with pink cat's ears attached. Jaydin stood behind her younger sister, regarding her aunt with a look of concern.

	"Elle really likes cats," Jaydin explained. "And she likes everything pink, so Mom made her a cat outfit to play in. Grandma wouldn't let her wear it but I hope it's okay now."

	"Meow," Elle added for emphasis.

	As Janice surveyed how perfectly tight the leotard was in the four year-old's crotch, Elle turned around, showing off the fabric tail that Tina had sewn in the rear. The tyke wriggled her round little rump to make it move and Janice enjoyed the show.

	"Would you like some pancakes or should I just put a saucer of milk on the floor, Miss Kitty?" Janice asked with obvious approval.

	"Pancakes! Pancakes!" Elle crowed. "With-"

	"Applesauce," Janice and Jaydin finished for her.

	After breakfast, Janice and Elle stood in the front doorway, waving at Jaydin as she walked to the bus stop at the corner just two houses away.

	"Bye Aunt Janice. Bye Elle."

	"Bye, Sweetie."

	"Meow."

	Janice watched as Jaydin joined the small cluster of kids at the bus stop. There were two girls that were about Jaydin's age (Janice's best guess since Jaydin was definitely on the small side). It wasn't long before the three of them were chatting amiably. 

	After they boarded the bus, Elle tugged on Janice's pant leg.

	"Can we play now?" she asked.

	Janice scooped her little nice up, squeezing the child's buns as she held her.

	"I can think of nothing I'd rather do than to spend all day playing with a cute little pink pussy," Janice purred.

	In the morning, their playing was more of what Elle had in mind. Janice was content to watch her luscious little niece romping about in her skin-tight outfit, especially when the petite swell of the little girl's pink-clad mons was displayed or when she wriggled her rump to make her tail swish.

	After lunch, Janice carried Elle to bed. The tot thought she had to take a nap and was delighted when her aunt began licking her face and nuzzling her neck.

	"You're a mama kitty giving me a bath!" she cried delightedly.

	Making purring noises, Janice moved her mouth back to the giggling child's face, sweeping her lips with licks before plunging her tongue into the little girl's mouth. Elle made a surprised exclamation but quickly joined this new game, pushing her tiny tongue out to meet and be caressed by her aunt. 

	After exploring every part of her niece's mouth, Janice nibbled and probed each of the child's delicate little ears before moving to her neck. Elle did not resist when Janice eased the leotard from her shoulders and pulled her arms from the straps. Steadily, the woman rolled the leotard down, licking and kissing the little girl's warm skin as it was exposed. She swirled her tongue around the miniature dots of Elle's nipples and sucked at the soft tummy flesh, taking time to dig at the navel.

	When Elle's leotard was rolled to her waist, Janice stopped and pulled it and the tights to complete lay the child bare. Then she resumed from the bottom, sucking Elle's toes while the little girl made contented noises in her throat. Janice worked her way up, nibbling each of Elle's thighs as her niece's innocent prize awaited at the junction of her lower limbs.

	Elle's baby twat was plump and round, puffing gently above the flatter plane of her lower belly. The unknowing girl didn't see anything remarkable about her sex and at first thought it was just another place for her aunt to play with. But shortly after Janice fastened her lips around the four year-old's bald cuntlet, Elle began to experience something new.

	When the little girl began to squirm, Janice knew she was having some effect on her. She slid her hands under the smooth little buttocks and, holding her niece still, began to lustfully devour the preschooler's tiny pussy. Elle's keening noises rose in pitch and Janice could taste the delicate flavor as the tot began to lubricate. Janice's tongue pushed at Elle's cherry before sliding up to diddle the clit. In between tonging the child's slit, Janice masticated the soft girl flesh of Elle's mound.

	With her legs flung wide, Elle arched her back and pressed her hands against the back of her aunt's head. It was a remarkably adult move, the child knew nothing about sex - just that she wanted to keep feeling what was happening. With a surprised squeak, she came, squirting a bit more of her four year-old cunny juice into Janice's eager mouth.

	Elle lay panting while Janice disrobed, quite content from playing "kitty bath" as she would call it.

	But the little girl soon learned about pleasuring a woman's body with her mouth. Using applesauce to mark the spots, Janice spent a leisurely hour guiding her playful niece over her breasts and into her crotch. It took several helpings of applesauce down there for the girl to work her magic. Obviously, Elle had no technique for cunnilingus, but her little tongue dug fiercely into her aunt's vagina to extract her favorite snack.

	Janice felt lightheaded while watching her four year-old niece eating pussy. Seeing that adorable little ass wriggled in the air more than compensated for Elle's lack of skill and eventually gave Janice a small but satisfying climax. She pulled the girl up toward her head and arranged in her in a sitting position on her face. The preschooler's hairless cunny was perched on her mouth and Janice helped herself to a second course of Elle's tiny snatch until the child was squirming and whining with her second orgasm.

	By then, the day caught up to Elle and Janice let her nap. And hour and a half later, the little girl awoke to a gentle caress on her pussy. Janice continued to slowly finger the tyke to an eventual climax while teaching her the finer points of using her mouth.

	Elle nestled closer to her aunt, murmuring about how much she liked kitty baths before contentedly suckling at one of Janice's breasts.

	Jaydin came home with all sorts of exciting news about her new school and her classmates. At the same time, she was curious about what might have transpired between her aunt and little sister while she was gone, but neither of them gave any clue.

	Later, after tucking Elle in to bed, Janice took Jaydin by the hand and led her to her bedroom. The nine year-old was wearing a blouse and skirt, and Janice decided to gently take her in a high school-like make-out session.

	Jaydin's brown eyes were wide with nervousness as Janice stroked her hair and gave her a few gentle kisses on the face.

	"Should I take my clothes off?" Jaydin asked nervously.

	"Mmm, no, I'll take of that as we go along," Janice murmured as she kissed the girl's neck. 

	Jaydin stiffened when her aunt kissed her on her mouth. Maggie's older sister had done that, too, running the tip of her tongue along Jaydin's lips. Her aunt did the same, but a slower pace before surprising the girl when she inserted her tongue fully inside her mouth. As she learned about French kissing, Jaydin felt her blouse being unbuttoned and wondered if her aunt could hear her heart as it hammered in her chest.

	When Janice was thirteen she had begun experimenting with one of her friends with kissing and fondling. Both girls had claimed it was only to practice for when they had real boyfriends but Janice had discovered early on that she had an equal attraction toward both sexes. She remembered opening her friend's shirt and unfastening her bra to reveal the small, blossoming mounds there.

	Jaydin had no bra to hinder access to her chest and had nothing but flatness there. But Janice found the nine year-old's small nipples equally alluring and sucked them to stiffness. 

	"Did your little sister make them hard for you?" Janice asked huskily.

	Unable to speak, Jaydin nodded. 

	Janice returned to niece's undeveloped torso, mouthing the small niplets while she fondled one of Jaydin's smooth legs. Lifting her face from Jaydin's chest, Janice found the girl panting with a flushed face. She kissed her mouth again, coaxing the child's tongue to meet hers while carefully moving her hand up and under Jaydin's skirt.

	Janice toyed with the leg band of Jaydin's panties, easing a fingertip and no more underneath - just enough to establish where she might go as she felt a little further up the girl's thigh. Then she withdrew, sliding her fingers over until they found the front of the cotton. When she pressed against Jaydin's mound, the girl clenched her thighs shut. Janice kept frenching her as she eased the nine year-old's legs apart; this time with no resistance. She stroked the child's mound through the thin material, hearing the bed creak as Jaydin was constantly shifting her weight in response to the stimulus. 

	When Janice put her other hand under Jaydin's skirt, the girl did not resist as her panties were pulled down. Janice fondled the nine year-old's smooth, feverish pussy until she felt the first kiss of dew at her modest cleft.

	Janice finished undressing the girl, removing the blouse and skirt and sneakers. Jaydin held her legs up to allow her aunt to completely take her panties away. Pausing to admire the slim, childish form of her niece, Janice laid down next to her, deeply kissing the girl while she stoked the fires in Jaydin's prepubescent sex.

	Judging Jaydin ready, Janice pushed her index finger against the girl's portal, feeling the touch of the inner labia around the tip her digit while pressing the barrier of her hymen.

	"It's time," she whispered to Jaydin.

	She pushed her finger through the flimsy barrier, instantly deflowering her niece.

	Jaydin started to cry but Janice smothered her with kisses while easing her finger deeper into the nine year-old's virgin channel. As she penetrated the child, she found her hot and slick there, knowing Jaydin was ready even if the girl didn't know it.

	Jaydin quickly calmed and Janice stopped with her finger completely buried in the warm little cunt.

	"Do you feel me inside of you?" she asked the girl.

	"Y-yes," Jaydin replied, very much aware of being touched in a place she had never known.

	"Now you're another step closer to being a woman," Janice said warmly as she began to push her finger in and out of her niece. 

	Jaydin stiffened, but then relaxed when she discovered the initial pain of the first time was no longer there. Janice moved her finger carefully inside the little girl's sex, finding the spots that drew the most reaction and slowly brought the girl to her first orgasm. Jaydin's pussy clenched at her aunt's finger as she came.

	Easing her finger from the girl, Janice carefully licked the small bit of fluids from the bald cleft.

	"Show me how you touch yourself," she whispered.

	Jaydin brought her hand to her mound, rubbing in circles on the surface. Placing her hand over Jaydin's, Janice eased one of the girl's fingers into her snatch, watching Jaydin's expression as the nine year-old penetrated herself. Giving Jaydin time to loosen and relax, Janice then slid one of her fingers inside, stretching Jaydin a little more as she taught her young niece more pleasures.

	With their fingers pressed together, the woman and the girl explored the preteen's sex until Jaydin shuddered with a second climax. Janice took the girl's wet finger and pressed it to Jaydin's mouth. Wide-eyed, Jaydin understood and opened her mouth, tasting her own essence for the first time.

	Janice undressed and guided Jaydin on a tour of her body. Their evening ended with fingers inside each other, fondling until they came.

	Every night, Janice introduced Jaydin to new things after Elle was asleep. During the day, she had begun working on some projects, taking Elle with her as the little girl could entertain herself with a coloring book and toys in a corner of a room for at least a couple of hours while Janice did her work. In the afternoon, Elle always received one of her eagerly anticipated kitty baths, planting a small squirt of toddler juice in her aunt's mouth every time she came.

	One night, Janice and Jaydin had fallen asleep together in Janice's bed. Awaking to find her sister missing, Elle had wandered into Janice's room where she found them naked together. Delighted that her big sister had also been playing kitty baths, the four year-old stripped and climbed into bed, wriggling her nude body between her aunt and big sister before returning to her slumber. 

	When everyone awoke the next morning, Elle asked if Jaydin could give her a kitty bath. The preschooler happily spread her legs for her big sister presenting her hairless pussy. Janice fingered herself to climax as she watched her nieces have oral sex; Jaydin's mouth busy on Elle's plump cunny until the tot squealed and came.

	Then Elle insisted on showing Jaydin what a big girl she was and returned the favor. Elle nearly missed the school bus later as she trotted from the house with the last of her breakfast toast in her mouth and her quim still wet from her baby sister's oral loving. 

	With Elle, Janice never got more adventurous with their sex. When Jaydin had asked about what they did one night, Janice held nothing back.

	"But haven't you, you know, done this?" Jaydin asked as she poked her finger into her cunny which was still wet from Janice's recent snacking.

	"No," Janice replied. "I think that's something her big sis should do when the time is right?"

	"When will that be?"

	"I don't know, but we'll know it when it happens. If I find one small enough, maybe we can use something like this."

	Jaydin's eyes widened when she saw her aunt hold up a strap-on dildo. They had watched some videos together and the girl knew what it was although she had never seen one in person. It didn't look as big as her grandfather's erection and Janice assured her it was smaller because she didn't want to hurt Jaydin. Then she showed her the bumps and ridges on the surface that were designed for increased stimulation.

	While she donned the thing, Janice could tell her niece was nervous. But Jaydin trusted her and lay back on the bed while Janice guided the rubber dong between the girl's legs. Slowly, Janice entered her, watching as Jaydin's hairless lips spread wide around the shaft. Jaydin grunted as her preteen sex tube stretched, but she was able to take most of its length inside her. 

	Once her aunt began stroking, Jaydin groaned as her prepubescent snatch responded to the sliding, bumpy surface caressing her taut passage. After a dozen or so thrusts, Janice could hear how squishy the nine year-old's cunny had become as she received her first full-fledged intercourse.

	"You're getting my cock all wet," she teased the girl, noting how Jaydin's undeveloped chest was sporting hardened nipples in response to the arousal in her sex.

	The girl couldn't answer and could only breathe raggedly as the woman copulated with her. Janice rolled her hips, twisting the dildo inside the nine year-old's twat until Jaydin nearly screamed as her body was racked by her orgasm. 

	Inflamed by the sight of her little niece's slight body writhing as she took the thick rubber into her bald snatch drove Janice to keep thrusting. Jaydin was forced to cum three times before Janice joined her, collapsing on the girl as they shuddered together.

	The dildo became a fun part of their nightly adventures, although not every night. Eventually, Janice got Jaydin to try it on after altering the straps to allow them to properly fit the undersized fourth grader. Although Janice usually preferred to be the dominant one during sex, having the little girl mount her gave the woman a new sexual charge. 

	Jaydin was awkward at first, but Janice held the child by her rear, guiding her and teaching her how to move just right. It wasn't long before Janice was able to lie back and enjoy getting fucked by her preteen niece.

	The dildo was kept out of sight during the day. Alicia, Janice's special friend, had decided to help out by watching Elle during days when Janice needed to work with no distractions. Elle liked her "Aunt Alicia" but confided to Janice that she wished her new "aunt" knew how to play kitty baths. Having kept Alicia apprised of her activities with her nieces, Janice knew her friend was itching to get inside of Elle's tiny panties. 

	One afternoon, Elle, having been coached by Janice, told Alicia that she was going to teach her how to play kitty baths. After instructing Alicia on where to apply the applesauce, Elle went to work. The tyke's fumbling movements while pantomiming lesbian sex were adorable and Alicia got off on just the sex play. Then she turned the tables on the little girl, smearing her with whipped cream and never stopping her oral clean-up until the squealing four year-old had been triple-washed; especially her bubbly butt cheeks and her plump little cunt.

	That night as a well-cleaned Elle was asleep, Janice taught Jaydin a new position. Jaydin didn't know what to think about doggy style as Janice described it, but both she and her aunt were surprised at her reaction as she was taken from behind. Later, Janice explained that everyone was built a little differently and responded to stimulus in different ways. Apparently, getting fucked from behind touched all the right spots in just the right way inside Jaydin's snatch. Even Janice was impressed by how the nine year-old wantonly reacted, thrusting her narrow hips backward in order to enhance their coupling as juices streamed from her impaled twat and down her slender legs.

	The next time, they tried something a little different. Janice had the girl standing on a wide stool with her legs spread, facing the wall with her hands pressed against the mounted full-length mirror as if she was being arrested. Holding Jaydin's hips, Janice took her from the rear but now they could both watch as the dildo pounded the little girl's bulging, hairless twat, rendering the sleek little mound a gaping sex hole for their pleasure. The insides of Jaydin's thighs shone with the flood of fluids from her overheated young sex.

	It was after the second mutual orgasm that Janice noticed another figure in the mirror. Wide-eyed, Elle had seen them coupling and remained still as Janice turned around to face her. Elle stared at the strange thing protruding from where she gave her aunt kitty baths but didn't back away when the woman approached her.

	"Taste this, Elle," Janice offered, holding the dripping dildo so it was in the child's face. "It tastes like Jaydin."

	Elle's little tongue flicked out, finding that the wetness did taste like her sister. When coaxed by her aunt, the four year-old took the dildo's head in her mouth, sucking and moving her head a little way back and forth. With perverse pride, Janice admired the preschooler's inherent cock-sucking abilities while Jaydin watched dumfounded.

	Unstrapping the sex toy, Janice undressed Elle and placed her on the bed, parting her legs and directing Jaydin to mount her.

	"But we don't have anything little to put in Elle's..." the girl protested.

	"Just rub against her like you were using the dildo on me," Janice whispered huskily, eager to see her nieces have sex together.

	Elle was still dry, but that changed as Jaydin pressed her oozing twat against her baby sister's puffy little mound. Jaydin thrust against her sister, soon smearing Elle's cunny. After several minutes, Elle was adding her own drippings to the mix. 

	The dildo was now in Janice's hand, stirring the woman's quim as she watched her little nieces making love. Jaydin's pearly buttocks rose and fell, tightly clenched as she humped Elle. Their hairless pussies were very slippery as they ground together, their agitated clits flicking each other giving both little girls repeated shivers. 

	Janice could tell by Jaydin's facial expression that the girl was close to cumming. But as she had learned with her aunt, Jaydin was able to hold back until she brought her little sister off. Then she joined in the climax and both sisters were lubricating each other's little cunnies. Neither of them noticed their aunt cumming as she watched the pedo-Sapphic climax.

	Rather than being satisfied, Janice's orgasm only made her hungrier for her nieces. She rolled Jaydin off of Elle and onto her back. Without pause, she thrust her mouth against her niece's pretty bald cunt, slurping the children's mingled nectar knowing that a second warm helping lay waiting between Elle's delicious little thighs.   

	


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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