The Birth of My Sins
By Rebecca Ellington
I will turn the clock forward now, to a time when a true life-changing event took place. This time not so much for me, but I was a very major player in this event.
It was a combination of other events that led up to this, so let me set the stage for you.
I had been with Randall now for more than a year and he had taken me on many wonderful adventures, sexual and otherwise.
He and I now lived together, still unmarried by MY choice not his, but now engaged. We would travel between his condo in Virginia and a small farm he owned in Maryland, where we kept dogs, horses and a few other animals.
I recently had been having more contact with my sister, who was separated from her husband at this point and had been living with her daughter Cassie, my niece.
As I have mentioned previously, I have an older sister, Samantha, and an older brother, Wendell, both adopted, while I was not.
Part 1
Cassie’s Awakening
December 15, 2016 turned out to be a momentous day for me.
My fiancé, Randall Mears, was in Europe on business and would be gone for at least another week.
I was at my desk, about to write a birthday card to my niece, Cassie, when I got a phone call from my sister, Cassie’s mother.
She was in a state of near-panic, because Cassie had disappeared.
Cassie was, at the time, a freshman at Stanford University, and had not been to class in nearly a week. Her last email to her parents had been quite disturbing, having mentioned things like ‘alternative lifestyles’ and saying that she was concerned her parents would not accept her approach to life, etc.
The girl with whom she shared a dorm room had been contacted by her advisor because Cassie had not been attending classes.
The roommate said that she had been gone for several days, and she didn’t know where.
I gave comfort and support to my sister as best I could, and assured her that Cassie could take care of herself and that I would contact her if I heard anything.
After hanging up the phone I sat and thought about Cassie:
Cassandra, or Cassie as she was called, had always been somewhat different.
As a younger child she seemed to have trouble communicating, and as she got older she grew more quiet and often seemed aloof to others.
Of all the adults in the family, I was probably the one with whom she was closest, and I knew perhaps more than anyone that there was a very active and intelligent mind deep down inside this lovely young girl. When she and I would talk, she had a way of looking very engaged, and seemed very attentive and interested. Definitely a girl with depth.
I think we began growing closer when she was growing up, mostly because I was the only other redhead in the family. Her hair was far more striking than mine, however, and I remembered how I used to brush it for her, watching it shimmer, and thinking how lovely it was, with such a fine silky texture.
Her skin was incredibly fair, almost pure white, and she had a shy but wonderful smile, which lit up both her cheeks.
As a youth Cassie had also struggled by being a late bloomer physically. She was not very athletic, and seemed a bit uncoordinated when playing with her friends. However, as happens to many young female late bloomers, she filled out incredibly, and the last time I saw her she looked truly stunning.
I remembered having been amazed at her sudden development. I had even commented on how lovely she looked.
I still would not describe her as athletic looking, but rather as girl of remarkable proportions.
She was about five feet five inches tall, and if I were to use one word to describe her it would be voluptuous. She had excellent posture, with nice broad shoulders and a back that swayed down nicely to full hips below a reasonably narrowed waist. Her buttocks jutted proudly and her thighs and calves were both shapely and firm.
What set her off the most, however, the prominent feature of her presence, was the pair of magnificent breasts that she carried up front. They had to be double or even triple D’s the last time I saw them. They were a striking addition to her figure, that was certain. I had even noticed Randall’s eyes glancing to them from time to time when we were together. There was no way any normal man could help but be drawn to Cassie’s chest.
I knew she was intelligent, but I didn’t know how worldly she had become in the last year or so. I was certain she could easily be singled out or targeted, but I did not know how well she would be able to handle herself.
I called her cell phone number, hoping it might be that easy, but she did not pick up.
I looked down at the card I had gotten her, which I hadn’t filled out yet. I was already late in sending the card…
Today was her eighteenth birthday.
We were staying at the time in Randall’s country home, in the rural part of northern Virginia. I had given up my job at the travel agency in order to accommodate Randall’s rather diverse lifestyle. So I spent the day walking the dogs and tending to some household business, hoping the phone would ring with news about Cassie.
Just after sundown I heard a knock at the door and then the doorbell.
Somewhat puzzled, I went to answer it.
As I swung the door open, a familiar voice said, “Hello, Aunt Reba. Can you… help me?”
“Cassie!”
The poor girl was exhausted. She looked haggard and disheveled as she stood in my doorway.
I immediately took her into my arms, embracing her, in total relief that she was here and safe. She was all right. I had worried about her all day long, but somehow I’d thought that she would be fine. And now here she was.
She was teary eyed and I was a little, too, as I brought her in and led her to the kitchen.
As I warmed up some leftover soup for her she told me of her journey.
She had come across the country by bus, and it had not been a pleasant experience for her. She had been approached, hit on, and stalked for almost the entire trip. The day before, her bag had been stolen and she’d been left with only the money she had in her purse. That had been enough to get her here, however, so she was all right.
I told her we would save the rest of the story until tomorrow, and I tucked her into bed in our guest room.
I called my sister and told her that Cassie was here. She was greatly relieved.
I promised I would find out what I could, and said I would help her.
Then I called Randall and told him the story. He was very supportive of me and Cassie, as always, and offered that she could stay with us as long as I wanted her.
“She seems to relate to you more than anyone,” he commented.
“Yes, we’ve always been pretty close,” I replied. “I’d really like to help her if I can.”
“Well, she must be troubled somehow, Reebs. I hope you can find the answer for her.”
“Well, I’m going to let her have some rest, and then, hopefully, she will open up to me when she feels comfortable about it.”
“Sounds like the right way to do it,” he affirmed.
Randall said he’d be back in a week to ten days, but wasn’t sure when, exactly.
“That will be a long time for you, my dear,” I said to him. “Perhaps you had better find a nice warm companion for a night, to tide you over,” I suggested.
I could tell he was smiling on the other end of the line.
“Rebecca, my dear, you are always so generous and always so unjealous.”
“I just want you to be happy and healthy,” I told him.
“You are still amazing,” he replied.
“Well, I also wouldn’t want any secrets between us.”
“My dear,” he said assuringly, “if I have any kind of event, I will be sure to tell you about it,” he promised.
“Is anything happening at the club on this trip?” I asked.
“There is a small event the day after tomorrow. I’m not sure how good it will be. But I’m looking forward to it.”
“I will be interested to hear all about that too,” I told him.
Then I had a thought.
“What about Stella?” I asked. “Any development on her part as of yet?”
“Actually there is,” he told me. “She has discovered the interests of the inner club.”
“Oh, has she?” I returned.
“Yes, and she was a little shocked. But she has taken it in stride at this point. She likes her job, of course…”
“Well that’s very good,” I encouraged. “Perhaps you should talk to her. I know how persuasive you can be.”
“Mortimer has suggested that he and I both sit down and talk to her.”
“Well, that might do it,” I said, “But either way, you have my full support if you want to seduce her.”
“That’s wonderfully thoughtful of you, my dear,” he said.
We spoke a little more, then rang off for the night.
I fell asleep thinking how wonderful my life had become and hoping I could help Cassie.
Late that night I heard her cry out from her room and I went in to see her.
She was sitting in her bed, crying softly.
“Are you all right, honey?” I asked her.
“Ohhh, Aunt Reba. I’m sorry. I just had a bad dream that woke me up.”
She pushed the covers aside then and sat on the side of the bed, and I sat down next to her. I put my right arm around her shoulder and said, “Anything I can do?”
She smiled then. “You’ve already done that.”
I kissed her gently on the cheek. “Okay.”
“I’ll just go to the bathroom,” she said. “Then I’ll be able to sleep, I’m sure.”
I tucked her into bed for the second time that night, not pressing her, just trying to give her comfort. She slept solidly through the rest of the night.
The next morning I heard her stirring by nine o’clock. I was already downstairs in the kitchen, and had fed all four of our dogs and put them out for some exercise.
I was looking out the window at them when a voice spoke from behind me.
“Good morning, Aunt Reba,” she said.
I turned. “Good morning, Cassie,” I said with a smile.
She was wearing her jeans from the day before, and was barefoot. On top she had a very large t-shirt that still could not completely hide her cantaloupe-sized breasts.
A question flashed across my mind as I took her in quickly.
Was she even wearing a bra?
She came over to join me by the window, and I opened my arms for her. As we lightly embraced I felt her breasts against mine and my hands on her back told me that no, she was not wearing a bra. I was thoroughly amazed by this, and by the rest of her body, but I pushed those thoughts aside for now.
She still had a sleepy look about her, and yet her hair shimmered in the early morning sunshine.
I noticed she smelled fresh and youthful as I released her.
“Did you get a good night’s sleep afterward?” I asked.
“The best I’ve had in quite awhile, certainly,” she replied.
I offered to make breakfast. She offered to help.
Together, there in the kitchen, we made a glorious omelet, which we split when it was done. Very tasty.
The comfort food seemed to perk her up almost immediately.
“Did you call Mom?” she asked me as we ate.
“I have called her, yes,” I said. “She’s glad to know you’re all right, and she’s fine that you are here.”
Cassie nodded with understanding.
“I have also called Randall.”
Her eyebrows rose. “He’s not here?”
“No, he’s in Europe, and will be for another week or so.”
“Oh,” was all she said.
“But he’s fine with your being here, and says you can stay as long as you want. And I concur.”
She nodded again with understanding. “Okay,” was all she said.
I could almost feel her thoughts turn inward as she contemplated something.
I stepped up to the sink and looked out the window, getting ready to do some cleanup. She stepped up, joined me, and our four big dogs looked over toward us from across the yard.
She noticed them and immediately reacted.
“Wow! Look at them.”
“Those are…THE BOYS,” I said lightly.
“They look like show dogs,” she commented.
“They ARE show dogs,” I retorted. “Prize winners, too.”
“They’re really beautiful,” she continued.
“Yes they certainly are,” I said as I continued to look out the window at the four of them.
Benson, Hilton, Keeler, and our newest addition, a big boxer named Buckminster.
“Yes, they certainly are,” I repeated.
I instantly felt Cassie turn and look at me from the side.
In just that instant, in that fleeting little moment, I might have given myself away. I might have possibly used a tone of voice that reflects something different. Something out of the ordinary. Something like a feeling that went beyond ordinary dog ownership.
I ignored her look, naturally, but it had certainly caught.
“They are impeccably trained also, Cassie,” I said more lightly. “Wait til you see them.”
“I’d love to see that,” she said with a very pleasant smile.
I smiled back at her, taking note of how much more beautiful she looked as a mature girl. And a smile truly, truly suited her. She even had a dimple on her left cheek as her eyes lit up. I was surprised to feel a pang of attraction to her within myself.
Oh, no, I thought as the warning bell came on. Don’t even go there.
We cleaned up together and I loaned her some clothing until we could go shopping together.
She showered and dressed.
She seemed very eager and open to helping around the place, so we spent the afternoon doing chores and working around our little farm.
At 3:00 Willard, our trainer, came by and picked up the four dogs. He gave Cassie a demonstration of their training before he took them. She was most impressed, naturally.
Cassie and I both cooked a nice dinner and afterwards she offered to clean up by herself.
Later she announced, “It’s a beautiful evening. I thought I might go for a walk.”
“That sounds lovely,” I said. “Would you like company? Or would you prefer alone time?” I offered.
“I’d love it if you’d come with me,” she said easily.
Our own farm road was a good half mile, so we started off heading down the lane toward the back of the property.
“It’s really beautiful here,” she said, grabbing my hand for a moment. “Thank you so much for letting me stay here, Aunt Reba.”
Both our hands squeezed together, and I did not release hers as we started to walk together. To my surprise, she did not try to release me either, and we continued, hand in hand, walking along. I suddenly felt that pang of attraction again and I chided myself for the second time today.
“So, I think I’ll be all right at school,” she started in right away.
“How’s that?” I asked lightly.
“They are very forgiving to freshman if they have emotional needs. I have already asked if I could get a leave of absence, and they said it would not be a problem.”
“That’s very good,” I said, realizing she must have seen this coming. “So you’ve got this worked out already,” I commented.
“Well, sort of, but not really,” she said next. “I’m dealing with a lot of “issues”, Aunt Reba. They started the moment I got there. The environment was so, SO different from home. I couldn’t study at all, so I fell way, way behind. Deep, dark issues, and they are giving me some serious nightmares.”
“Well, I’m a good listener, if you want to talk about it,” I offered.
“Yes, you are,” she said. “You’ve always been a great listener, especially for me.” She gave me a grateful look. “Oh, I almost don’t know where to start,” she said thoughtfully.
“Well, just start somewhere. And we’ll take it from there.”
“Well, I guess as I think about it there is almost no doubt that most of my emotional distress is sexually related.”
“That’s understandable,” I supported.
“Maybe developing so late had something to do with it,” she continued. “And possibly the sudden attention my breasts seem to be getting……”
I had to smile at that, but I purposely made no comment yet about that.
“I don’t know,” she said, “it seems so weird at times. The differences in the way I feel during the day and during the night, I’m just not sure how to handle it.”
I nodded. “Yes, there is always a big difference in the dark of night and the light of day,” I conceded.
“So I wake up in the middle of the night, having these weird and somewhat deviant images,” she confessed, “And I fear that my orientation, my sexual feelings, are just not normal.”
“Do you want to tell me about some of them?” I offered.
“Oh, I’d like to, but they’re so embarrassing, and I’m afraid to admit to some of them,” she pleaded.
“Okay,” I said cautiously. “Well, let me say a few words at this point. What goes on in the human mind...” I started, “The fantasy world, so to speak……is really different and unusual from everyday activities and everyday thoughts. There is a huge spectrum of sexual orientation, and all of us have thoughts along the entire range of the possibilities. So you mustn’t think it too strange to have thoughts that might seem unusual or abnormal.”
She was silent for a moment, seeming to take this in and think about it for a minute or so.
“Well,” she said breathlessly, “I don’t know. I still never seem to quite get it right. The only guys I ever seem to feel attracted to are much older than I am, and guys my own age make me feel uncomfortable.”
The thought that flashed through my head then was, IF SHE ONLY KNEW…
Then another thought raced through my mind.
How much sexual experience has she actually had?
Surely by age eighteen she’s had some. And yet she DID develop much later than most girls.
Interesting thought.
“Well, Cassie,” I said advisingly, “You are still pretty young, and if you are a late-bloomer, as you say, then give yourself some time to grow into it. I do know that suppressing your feelings only makes everything worse, and will wind up making you frustrated and unhappy.” Then I added, “And……regarding your breasts……”
This got her attention. She stopped and turned to me.
“I really must tell you, they are a serious gift. Men would kill or die for them, and women would do almost anything to have them. They might be the cause of some of your troubles, but in the end they might be the greatest asset you have. Don’t curse them, or yourself for having them. Cherish them. Others will. Take good care of them and they will give back to you for years and years.”
“Wow,” she said, looking at me gratefully. “I’d never thought of it that way.”
“I’m not surprised that the attention they’re now getting might be disturbing. But if you can get a handle on it…”
She turned and nodded, thoughtfully.
“Oh, I suppose you’re right,” she sighed. “I guess I….. I just want to be normal.”
I gave her a gentle laugh. “Honey, there is no normal. There’s just life, and it goes on whether you want it to or not.”
She looked at me gratefully then, and nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “I have no one else I can really talk to like this.”
I smiled back and nodded at her. I knew her mother was a tight-lipped prude, and would probably never consider talking about sex, even to her own daughter.
“Well,” I said, “You can talk to me about anything, any time you want. Okay?”
She smiled again. “Okay. Thanks.”
Then she spoke right up. “How did you meet Randall?” she asked me pleasantly.
I nodded and related the story of our first meeting and a little about our courtship, leaving out all references to you-know-what. I surprised myself again by thinking that I would like to have shared my experiences with Cassie, but there was no way I could even think about it.
Willard had brought the dogs home by then, so we put them out, played with them for awhile, then made dinner together.
At dinner I remembered that we were planning to do a breeding the next day. I was going to take Benson to a nearby farm, where he would sire a bitch Pitbull for a generous fee.
I told Cassie about it, not offering to take her along, but leaving that a possibility.
She seemed a little embarrassed at first, but after some thought she took the bait. “Do you… think it would be all right if I came along?”
“Sure it would,” I assured her.
I suddenly found myself wanting to watch HER reaction as she witnessed the event.
Naughty me again.
She managed to sleep through the night, and was happy and fresh the next morning as we got ready to go.
We loaded Benson into the van and Cassie stroked him as we drove cross-country to another nice little farm in northern Maryland.
“So, does this happen often?” she asked as we drove. “I mean, the breeding?”
“Not too often,” I told her. “Hopefully we get at least one of them out twice a month,” I told her. “It’s nice income, and it’s certainly good for them. Have you ever seen one?” I asked her. “A breeding, I mean?”
She thought a moment before she answered, then said carefully, “This will probably sound terrible, but I have seen it on the internet.”
I found myself nodding, not quite sure how to react to this. In a bold thought I spoke out to say, “Sounds like a porn site?” I said it as casually and lightly as I could. She turned to me suddenly, obviously surprised that I would know this.
She replied quickly in a loud whisper, “Yes. It was.”
I was in fact slightly surprised, but I tried my best to be casual.
“It seems to be popular these days,” I said.
“A girl on my floor was really into it,” Cassie said, “And she showed me several sites.”
I wanted to ask her more, and I was pretty certain she wanted to ask me more, but we drove into the driveway just then and it was time to go to work.
As we introduced Benson to his prospective bitch I wondered if he would enjoy her as much as he had enjoyed me. I told myself not to be jealous.
The Pitbull bitch, whose name was Lady Bellum, was alone in a very large stall in a small barn not far from the main house.
The owner was a woman named Tina and she took us into the stall where Lady Bellum waited.
Tina was all business as she led us into the barn.
Benson behaved perfectly. I was very proud of him.
He approached Lady Bellum, sniffed her from behind, and his erection was almost immediate. Then very efficiently he moved behind her, mounted her, and in he went. He was oblivious to us as we watched, but that did not surprise me at all.
It was incredibly intense as the female dog stood there so passively while Benson moved so rapidly and aggressively on top of her.
I thought to myself, the only elements that were missing were foreplay and romance, and that those elements were NOT missing when I was with him. I wondered if BENSON missed them…
But I still felt a rush of lust between my legs. This was partly due to the small audience in the stall as we witnessed the event.
I noted there was indeed a look of wantonness and satisfaction on Tina’s face. It was subtle, but I could read it.
With Cassie however, there was an expression of awe, and I could see she was mesmerized as she watched Benson pumping.
It was then that a very devilish thought crossed my mind. Would Cassie ever do it? I suddenly had a picture of her in my mind. She would no doubt be magnificent in her nudity. And for her to couple with a dog would be off the charts, totally.
Randall would absolutely love it. And, I had to admit, I would too.
I wanted to push these thoughts from my head, but they would not go. Especially not as I watched her, watching the dogs. She was nearly breathless, I could tell. I stopped trying to shake my thoughts……
Cassie’s eyes widened even more as we saw Benson knot with Lady and lock into her. He paused then, holding his position, and keeping her still for a few long moments.
Then he turned and they tied together.
I walked around and stood next to Cassie, who had been opposite me.
“This might last for a few minutes,” I said to her softly.
She touched my arm and nodded, but still kept her face toward the two dogs.
Her hand found my forearm lightly and I felt her fingers wrap around it.
I almost came when she touched me.
Thank God I did not.
But I kept my arm still, enjoying the touch of her fingers…
What was going on here? I’ve never gone both ways… But I’m having some kind of connection with Cassie. I’d better think about this…
Tina watched them stoicly, hardly noticing the two of us, which I thought was just as well. I did make a mental note, however, that Tina might be someone to contact in the future. She was a very attractive woman.
When Benson stepped forward and released, his sperm burst out and fell to the floor.
This part actually startled Cassie and she jumped just a little, squeezing my arm even tighter.
I smiled at her and her expression turned somewhat sheepish as she fought her own embarrassment. I gave her an understanding nod.
And I was definitely wet…
As I climbed back into our van, Tina’s check in my hand, Cassie was sitting in the passenger seat stroking Benson, who was seated between the two front seats.
I joined Cassie in stroking Benson’s head and said, “Good boy.”
Cassie still had said nothing, so I spoke lightly, “What did you think?”
She paused before answering, but finally said, “That was so VERY intense. I had no idea it would be like that.”
“Yes, it is pretty violent,” I agreed with her.
“I guess there really is a “KNOT”” she commented.
“Yes,” I nodded, “There is definitely a knot, and they definitely do lock together and TIE,” I affirmed.
“So… she paid you for that?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Quite handsomely too,” I added.
“But she gets to keep all the puppies, I guess?”
“Yes, that’s right. Sometimes you work a deal where the sire’s owner gets to keep the pick of the litter, but we didn’t do that this time.”
That night Cassie awoke from a nightmare.
I heard her cry out and instantly went to her room.
She had already sat on the edge of the bed, with tears running down both cheeks.
“I’m here, honey. If you want company.”
She nodded and I sat next to her on the king size bed.
“Oh, God, I hate sleeping sometimes,” she said.
I put my right arm around her shoulder while my left patted her thigh gently.
“Want to tell me about it?” I offered.
“Oh, God, I don’t know,” she moaned gently. “You’re going to think I’m so weird, or so…… perverted…”
My inner self smiled wryly at THAT thought, as I squeezed her a little more.
“I won’t think that, or anything like that,” I promised her.
She took a deep breath, then took another one.
“Well,” she started, “The strange dreams started more than six months ago. They were almost all about sex. Of some kind or another. I don’t remember all of them. But when my school friend introduced me to some of her porn websites, the dreams intensified tremendously.”
“Do they bring you to a climax?” I asked her rather clinicly.
She seemed surprised by this question.
“I……I’m not sure,” she said thoughtfully. “I……I know I’m wet…down there…for sure. But……I don’t know if I’ve had……a, uh, real orgasm.”
“Is there a particular thing that wakes you up?” I asked.
“Yes, I think so. One of two things. Sometimes it’s…, um…., penetration. And sometimes it’s frustration at NOT being penetrated.”
“I see,” I said pensively. I decided to press her. “And, can you SEE the erections?”
She closed her eyes, then nodded. “They’re really big. Different shapes. They don’t seem human…”
We were both silent for a moment.
Then I said, “Cassie, I must ask you a question now. A personal question.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Your sexual experiences. Will you tell me, uh, a little bit about them?”
I braced myself. I was fearing the absolute worst by now……and I thought she might not be able to tell me…
She closed her eyes then and a tear rolled from each.
She shook her head.
I wasn’t sure what that meant, so I waited for her to speak.
Her next word was very soft. Almost inaudible.
“None,” she whispered plainly.
I thought I had not heard correctly.
“I’m still a virgin, Aunt Reba.”
I was almost breathless.
My heart almost stopped.
“Oh……my……Lord,” I said with mild surprise.
She nodded as more tears came.
“I think I’m the only one I know who still is,” she pleaded.
I smiled inwardly feeling relief and surprise at the same time. It could have been so much worse, which was what I had feared so much.
“Ohh, Cassie, Cassie,” I said, stroking her hair gently as I looked upon her. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all……”
“But……but…” she struggled to say, “that is not all of it. Not the worst of it.”
“Go ahead,” I encouraged.
“I think I’m attracted more to… women… more than men. At least not normal men. Men my age. And maybe even to……animals,” she finally forced herself to say.
“Is THAT what you’ve been dreaming about?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes. I just don’t think I’m going to have a normal sexual orientation.”
“Ohh, there’s that word again,” I droned. “Such a tricky word.”
I looked at the clock beside her bed. It was 3:35am.
I said to her, “If you’re not too sleepy, why don’t we stay up and talk for awhile. We’ll go down to the kitchen and make ourselves something. How does that sound?”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” she said with a grateful tone.
“Let’s get some robes and slippers then. And we’ll head on down.”
Five minutes later we were seated at the breakfast table with a cup of hot chocolate in front of each of us. I had made a decision. Deep in my heart I felt that this was the best thing to do. I would take the risk, right now…
“I’m going to share a deep dark secret with you,” I told her, “if you will give me your solemn promise never to tell.”
She leaned forward attentively and said, “I promise.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding at her words.
With that I told her the rest of my story with Randall. She nearly stopped breathing when I told her my decision to fulfill his fantasies, and give myself to his dogs.
“You DID that?” she asked incredulously.
I nodded to her firmly.
“Yes. I did.”
She looked somewhat stunned, but not unbelieving as she looked off to the side.
“And,” I added firmly, “One of Randall’s dogs shares my bed regularly, with Randall included.”
“I can hardly believe it,” she said softly.
“But I want you to know that I REALLY struggled with the idea at first. It was VERY difficult for me. But my sex life before that had been incredibly dull and almost non-existant. But now I couldn’t be happier, or more satisfied. My life is like heaven…”
She looked up at me.
“We’ve all seen a change in you, Aunt Reba, since you met Randall,” she affirmed. “Mom and Dad have both commented on it.”
“Yes, and they probably both thought it was Randall’s money,” I said with a chuckle.
She smiled back at that. “Yes, that was mentioned too.”
“Oh, if they only knew…” I mused.
Cassie gave me an understanding smile and I returned it.
“So anyway,” I continued, going back to our original conversation, “The next time you think about ‘normal’, think about what that word means, and ask yourself what is normal?
“And as for liking women,” I continued, “give yourself more time. Many people have bi-sexual relationships, and you did say you like older guys, so maybe that is your preference, instead of the young eager buck who doesn’t know much.”
She looked at me sincerely then and said, “I can’t thank you enough for sharing that with me, Aunt Reba. I would never, ever have imagined it, and it does make me feel a whole lot better. A whole lot better…”
I reached out and gave her hand a pat. “Well, it’s nice for me to be able to talk to someone other than Randall about this,” I admitted. “And, of course, I love you dearly.”
“And I love you, too…”
I tucked her into bed a little later, and kissed her goodnight, this time more boldly and right on the lips.
She seemed to welcome it, and I felt a fire down below. Oh, dear…
The next morning I called Randall in Europe and told him about my late night with Cassie.
“That’s wonderful, my dear,” he supported. “So she’s probably just suffering from sexual frustration rather than some post-traumatic stress.”
“Yes. I think that’s the case too,” I agreed. “I was afraid something horrible had happened to her. But I don’t think that it’s anything but frustration, as you say.”
“And you say she’s had lesbian thoughts?” he pressed me.
“Yes. So she says. So I’m not sure what to do about that…….”
“Well, you could go to bed with her,” Randall suggested openly.
I smiled to myself.
“You’ve been reading my mind again, Randall dear,” I accused with a smile on my face.
“It seems quite logical to me,” he replied. “Are you physically attracted to her at all?”
“Actually, I am. It has been a surprise to me, but I’m finding the feeling quite strong, I admit.”
“It might be good for you, too. You could just let nature take its course…”
“And follow my instincts. It worked out nicely for you and me…”
“That it did, that it did.”
“Are you okay with it if I do?”
“Of COURSE I am, my dear. Just don’t move permanently to the other side, please.”
“Oh, I could NEVER do that, I’m certain.”
“I must ask you a favor, though, if you do it,” he continued.
I nodded and said, “I know what you’re going to say. You want it recorded, right?”
“Exactly right,” he affirmed. “You know where all the hidden cameras are. Just make sure they’re on.”
“Well, IF I can bring myself to do it, I will certainly be sure that it’s recorded,” I promised. “But you don’t have any problem with the, um, incestuous part of it?”
“As long as SHE doesn’t,” he said. “She’s old enough. You’re not actually blood relatives. And you might really help her as well. She’d probably be a lot better off with you as her first than someone unknown.”
“That’s certainly a good point,” I agreed.
“Definitely,” he affirmed. “Incidently,” he added, changing the subject, “Mort and I are having cocktails with Stella this evening.”
My eyes widened. “Oh, really? That sounds exciting. I hope it goes well for you,” I said sincerely.
The next day Cassie came down at 9:30, looking fresh, showered and wholesome.
“Good morning, Aunt Reba,” she said brightly.
I responded in kind and was pleased that she came straight over and kissed me on the lips without reluctance.
Hmmmmm……
Fire down below. Again, I mused to myself.
“I want to thank you again for last night,” she said firmly. “I slept better than ever after our talk.”
“That’s excellent!” I said with a smile. “Good for you!”
“I really, really appreciate it. And I feel closer to you than ever.”
“I think that’s wonderful, honey,” I said. “I’ve always felt a connection with you.”
I wanted to kiss her again, and I think she wanted it too, but we did not.
This time we spent the day shopping, and got her some clothes and a new laptop computer. It was the latest model, with all the bells and whistles we could get on it.
“It should be very fast,” I assured her as we drove home. “And you can use it wirelessly in our house with complete security. Randall has it set that way for his business.”
“Sounds perfect,” she said enthusiastically.
We had not said anything about sex yet today so I broke the ice now.
“And if you’re surfing for any stimulating websites,” I told her, “I would enjoy sharing them with you, if you’re interested.”
“Oh… I’d love to do that,” she said cautiously.
She thought about this for a moment, as though it had never crossed her mind.
Then she added, “YOU probably know some interesting places to visit. Am I right?”
“I know a few good sites,” I admitted. “I’d be happy to share them with you.”
When we got back we got her booted up and running, and were quickly able to find some of the better x-rated websites I had found already.
We surfed together for just a little while and then I left her on her own.
We had dinner together but she retired to her room early right afterwards and I only saw her when she came down to say good night.
The next day she came down fresh and bubbling and announced that she had had her second best night’s sleep in months. We were both grateful for that.
She admitted that she had stayed up half the night surfing the internet, and later, after lunch, she retired to take an afternoon nap.
I put on a hat and some dark glasses and drove into town. I found an adult toy store. Randall had some interesting playthings in his collection, but he did not own a strap-on dildo.
I was still a little uncertain about what would happen between Cassie and me, but I wanted to be completely prepared in any event. As it turned out later, this was a good idea.
Later on we were preparing dinner, just the two of us, me facing away from her, when I noticed in the kitchen mirror that she was staring at my body.
She couldn’t tell that I could see her in the reflection, but she was definitely looking at me with desire in her eyes.
I stayed exactly where I was, watching her watch me, and it made me tingle all over to spy on her like this. But she was definitely looking at my female body with a look of wanton lust.
We had both put on robes, since we were staying in tonight, wanting to be casual and comfortable. I had pulled my robe around tight, so my curves were fully visible to her.
I saw her stare at my buttocks, then lift her eyes to the curve of my breasts.
It was in that instant, in that very magic moment, that I decided that we needed to do this.
Setting down the bowl that I held in my hand, I turned and stepped into the pantry, where Randall had very discreetly set up control of the surveillance cameras on this floor.
One flip of a button and they were all running. Randall was always prepared.
Then I turned back into the kitchen, seeing that Cassie’s eyes had followed me.
I stepped up to her, facing her directly as I smiled.
Her blue eyes widened as I looked right into them, still wearing a knowing smile.
I leaned forward slowly and carefully until our lips touched.
A soft gentle kiss.
I pulled back.
Forward again.
Lips touching.
Her lips puckered, meeting mine.
I eased away again.
This time I looked deeply into both her eyes. Beautiful, deep blue circles that widened still more in awe and wonder.
Keeping my eyes opened this time, and looking right into her, I tipped forward again until our lips met.
She kissed me back fully this time, radiating uncertainty, but willingness as well.
I stayed with her this time, holding the kiss, making it more than just casual.
Moving slowly I opened a little more, covering her mouth with mine, inviting her to open with me.
Her instincts were right on target and her lips opened inside of mine.
I slowly eased my tongue past her lips, slipping against her bottom lip as I went.
She took the hint and her tongue found mine and the tips touched tenderly.
Slowly our pink muscles began to dance together.
Her mouth tasted very sweet, and I played with her lightly, but only for a short moment.
I eased back then to look at her, my eyes and lips forming a warm smile.
With the look of awe still on her face she brought her hand up to her mouth, touching her lips, as if wondering if that had really happened.
I realized at that moment that she had never been French kissed before.
As her eyes widened with disbelief I leaned back in for another one.
Her eyes still showing disbelief, she did not resist, but instead closed them and tipped forward toward me, meeting me.
I kept this one short also, then eased away again, this time to the side, embracing her, my cheek against hers, and my breasts against her breasts as well.
“Ohhh, Aunt Reba,” she whispered breathlessly.
Then she said the perfect words.
“Can you make love to me?”
I tightened our embrace in response. I pressed my breasts against hers a little more.
“Yes, I can, Cassie. Yes. I can.”
I both felt and heard her sigh of relief. And I added, “It will be perfect for us.”
“Ohhh, thank you,” she said softly.
“And……, I’m sure it is meant to be.”
I eased back a little, turned my head, and put my nose into her right ear.
Nuzzling ever so gently, I lifted and let my tongue slip into the orifice, breathing purposely into her opening.
I felt her shudder.
“Ohh, Jesus,” she said desperately.
I made a gentle wet circle inside her ear’s inner ring, and I could feel her tremble as she melted there in my arms.
I held my lips there for a few lingering seconds, until I felt her shiver once again and her chest tightened.
Then I reached down and took her right hand in my left and I lifted it as I leaned back in front of her.
Facing her now, I lifted her hand up to my face, locking my look onto hers, as I saw her question my next move.
Keeping my eyes tight on her beautiful blues, I brought her fingers up to my lips, then paused.
Keeping my right hand on her hip, and using my left, I spread her fingers slightly, then kissed the tip of her index finger.
She bit her lower lip gently.
As she watched me moistening my lips then, I parted them slightly and slipped them around her finger, taking it INTO my mouth.
“Ohhhh,” she sobbed softly as I sucked up to the second knuckle
I lowered her hand then, releasing it, as I directed my eyes toward her chest.
Her eyes followed mine, and we both knew what my next objective would be.
She waited for me to do it.
I gently untied the belt of her robe, then parted the fabric.
Her enormous breasts were surrounded by a bra that could easily have been a G or H cup size, and her cleavage was beautifully displayed.
I noticed that the clasp was in the front and my fingers went for it.
Cassie’s breathing became more rapid, and my own breathing matched hers as I was about to feast my eyes on her naked chest for the first time.
I tried to keep my fingers from trembling as I unsnapped the thin garment.
To my surprise and wonder, the fabric parted and the two magnificent orbs remained upright and firm, proudly holding themselves without the bra’s support.
I eased the material further apart to reveal her nipples.
My breath halted at the beauty of them, noting wide, pink areolas topped off by a roseate and erect tip.
Cassie’s fingers tightened on my sides as I took them in. No doubt she was hoping I liked what I saw.
There was surely no doubt of that as I tipped my head forward and down toward the right one.
My hands came up underneath both of them, feeling their weight, testing their heaviness.
Amazing.
“They are beautiful,” I whispered.
“Ohhh, thank you…,” she sobbed.
My tongue extended as my mouth approached the right one, and as we connected she sobbed once again.
As I tilted forward a little more and let my lips encircle the teat completely, I wondered if this was the first time she’d ever had oral contact with her breasts.
I sucked gently then, pulling my lips in, milking her purposefully as her fingers dug into my sides.
I could feel her chest rising and falling with my lips against her like this.
I slid my lips up and off her, only to attend her left side, where I repeated everything I had just done.
Cassie trembled and shivered with passion as I tantalized her relentlessly.
Her breasts were so magnificent that I could barely pull myself away from them, but there was much more for us ahead, so I lifted up and smiled again at her.
“Come on, dear heart,” I said, taking her hand. “Let’s get you up to the bedroom.”
Pulling her robe around her with her free hand, her bra still hanging open, she let me lead her out of the kitchen.
We walked up the stairs and down the hall and straight into the master bedroom without stopping. Another discreet flip of a switch and the cameras were running on this floor as well. It was all being recorded.
As we stood by the bed facing each other, I again slipped her robe apart.
She had become emboldened on the walk upstairs, and this time she opened MY robe at the same time.
I let her do this while I cupped her breasts once again.
This time I kept my eyes upon them, and brought my thumbs upward to knead her nipples.
I brushed across them lovingly as she found the clasp on MY bra.
As my own breasts spilled out, I closed my eyes in satisfaction and bent forward to kiss her again.
We held the kiss much longer this time, and both our mouths were active, each trying to take in the other.
As our lips and tongues touched and played, my hands pushed her robe back over her shoulders to allow it to fall to the floor.
Taking the cue from me, she pushed MY robe back and off, and then we both pushed each other’s bras back and over our shoulders.
Both of us, naked on top.
Although her breasts were much much larger, my full C cups were firm and well shaped, standing up proudly for her hands as she brought them up.
I watched her as she began to fondle me, cupping me and watching her own hands as she did so.
She looked as though she was almost ready to sob again as she went, and I could tell by her expression that she was in a state of near disbelief that she was finally able to do this.
Her fingers trembled, but they still caressed lovingly as HER thumbs circled MY nipples tenderly, as I had done to her.
She was breathless with anticipation.
And so was I.
Moving my hands to her sides then, I began to lean toward her.
She followed my lead, putting her hands on my hips and leaning in also.
At nearly the same height, our breasts lined up almost perfectly.
As the well-rounded spheres came into their first contact I felt a rush of warmth as we pressed into each other, breasts to breasts.
“Ohhh, that feels so wonderful,” she mewed.
“Ohh, Cassie,” I said breathlessly, letting my own passion unleash itselt. “It certainly does. It certainly does.”
We kissed again then, pulling each other into our mutual embrace and caressing bare skin with all hands.
God, she felt good in my fingers……
I broke the kiss gently, then leaned back from her smiling, and said, “So far so good?”
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, looking right into mine as she nodded.
“So far…unbelieveable,” she emphasized.
I smiled again, then nuzzled her nose, lightening the moment a little more.
“Well,” I said then, “Let’s see what’s down below.”
With that I stooped, then knelt in front of her, facing her panties.
She let her hands hang at her sides while I brought my fingers up to the waistband of her undies.
Moving slowly but determinedly, I pulled the flimsy garment down, revealing her.
Her bush was perfect!
A beautiful, firey red color that glistened, even in the bedroom’s soft light.
“Fabulous,” I said happily, leaning forward and pressing my lips into the red muffin.
Then, placing my hands on her hips I applied gentle pressure to make her turn.
I took in the profile and then the full effect of her buttocks as she turned away from me.
“Just as I thought,” I said, bringing my hands up to caress her buns.
The baby smooth skin was amazingly white. Even whiter than I would have thought.
The vertical valley that separated the perfect hemispheres was beautifully straight and the crease below defined them even more.
She had a marvelous ass.
I caressed it lightly then planted a kiss on each mound without ado.
I turned her back around, kissed her front once more, then stood up again to face her.
“Your turn,” I said.
That brought out a smile, and I could tell she was becoming more comfortable. With this being probably her very first sexual encounter, I wanted to be sure she was able to savor every single moment of it.
I wanted her to feel as though she were an active participant here, same as I was.
And she took right to it.
She lowered her magnificent body in front of me, kneeling as she faced my hips now.
As I had done, she slowly slipped my panties downward, revealing me to her for the first time.
“Ohh,” I heard her say softly, before she had even pulled the garment all the way down.
Taking a breath she pushed my panties the rest of the way, letting them hit the floor.
I stepped out of them.
Fully naked for her now.
My muff was not as firey as hers, but it was still red, and she brought her lips forward and planted a kiss there which sent a delightful shiver through me like an electric jolt.
I had not fully realized how stimulating it would be to have sex with Cassie. I had never really thought about being attracted to women, but there was no doubt that I felt the attraction now.
The thought that we were being incestuous made it even more stimulating. I had not expected that either, but we were not blood related anyway, although we were very close. It was just too good……
And, I told myself, there was no doubt that this was Cassie’s preferred orientation.
She would no doubt have given herself to this lifestyle, and I thought we were both extremely lucky to be able to start it this way. To share it together.
I felt Cassie trying to turn me and I rotated, slowly presenting my backside to her. She kneaded both of my buttocks, then kissed each one, lingering there for a long moment.
She turned me back around once more and faced my pubic mound. She planted another kiss there as I had done, but then she turned and rested her cheek against me, my fur against the side of her face.
It was a tender and grateful gesture, and I brought my fingers to her hair as she did this, stroking her head lovingly.
“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” she requested softly, making me smile.
“I feel the same way,” I answered in kind.
She rested there for a moment, then turned back and nuzzled into my bush once again. I kept petting her and she must have felt the encouragement, as she made the next move on her own.
Lowering herself slightly, she tipped her head back and leaned in, pushing her chin between my thighs as her mouth tilted upward.
I immediately knew that she intended to lick me and I parted my thighs for her, welcoming the move.
She leaned in with shyness and uncertainty, but I was still very touched by this move on her part.
Looking down at her pretty young face, I saw her eyes close then felt her tongue at my female doorway.
Then my eyes closed.
“Ohh, Cassie,” I gasped.
I glanced down to see her eyes opened now, watching ME as she started to explore.
I closed my eyes again.
“Ohh, Jesus,” I cried softly, letting myself go here.
Her tongue was small and delicate, but it felt wonderful, as it touched the lips of my female flower. My thigh muscles tensed and I lowered just a little, bending my knees and tilting my pelvis toward her teenage mouth.
“Ohh,” I moaned with unabashed pleasure as she worked me. There was no doubt she had an instinct for this.
Her tongue played softly, searching, probing, doing her best in a shy, uncertain way.
It was wonderful……
But……
As good as this was feeling, I had to move things along then.
I wanted to be on top of her.
I wanted to take her all the way.
I wanted to get her on the bed!
Reluctantly leaning back from her, disengaging the two of us, I reached down for her hands.
As she rose to face me I smiled and nodded to her.
“That was awesome, Cassie,” I said, “And we’ll come back to that, okay?”
She nodded, wide-eyed. “Okay,” she said.
I realized then that she really didn’t know what we were going to do together. This was uncharted territory for her.
But she seemed totally willing to follow wherever I wanted to lead her.
She stood up, facing me and I gently turned her toward the bed.
I ran a look up and down her body then, thankful that this was all being recorded.
“Here,” I said, patting the mattress. “Lie down for me here.”
She sat on the bed, then swung her feet up, lying back then.
Even as firm as they were, her breasts did widen slightly. But the sight of her lying there naked was a sight I will never ever forget. It was a sign that said ‘I’m willing’, and I sighed with the lust of it.
I knelt on the side of the bed then, leaning over her prone figure.
I put my hand against her magic carpet, letting my finger drift between her thighs.
She opened for me, spreading her legs without hesitating.
The ultimate female ‘gesture of welcome’……
I eased my middle finger inside her, and watched her close her eyes as I felt her softness.
Pushing my finger in deeper I continued exploring, looking for one thing in particular.
I seriously hoped I would be able to find it.
Cassie bit her lower lip and spread her knees a little more.
Then I felt it.
I smiled.
I was certain that this was it.
That virgin barrier, I thought as I touched it.
I spoke softly.
“Honey, I think that’s your hymen,” I said.
She nodded to me. “I think so too,” she said.
I kept my finger inside her, lingering longingly.
She spoke next. “Are you…going to break it?”
Her eyes opened and she looked at me.
I looked back at her and nodded, smiling with satisfaction as I did.
She nodded back to me in agreement.
I slid my finger out then and got up.
I went to the dresser and took out the strap-on.
I concealed it from her as I went back and sat down next to her on the bed.
She was watching expectantly, her eyes still wide with uncertain curiosity.
Looking down at her I spoke gently, “I think the best way, honey, is for me to use this.” Saying that I brought the instrument around, holding it up for her to see.
“Ohhhh,” she said with understanding.
I held it there, letting her look at it. It was pink and plastic, and in the shape of an erect penis. It was well detailed, showing veins and a well-defined cockhead. It was medium-sized, about six inches, as I thought she wouldn’t be ready for a large one yet.
She sat up then and her right hand lifted and I held it steady as her fingers touched the length of it. She explored it then, testing its hardness, feeling its shape. She touched the straps, understanding that I would wear it, rather than just insert it.
“Will it hurt?” she asked softly.
Looking down at her, I nodded truthfully. “It will. A little.”
“I want it to,” she replied.
My eyes widened slightly in surprise and I felt a jolt of heat at the same time.
While I was still holding it, she held it also and raised the tool toward her face. I watched in silence as she studied it carefully, and then to my amazement, she brought the cockhead to her lips and kissed it.
“Ohhh, Cassie,” I whispered as my heart stopped in its tracks.
She looked up at me and as she did she slipped her mouth around the pole and took it in, sucking on it as I had on her finger.
“Ohhh, Cassie, Cassie…” I said again. Her sexual instincts were perfect.
She watched me, her face serious, until she slipped off the head.
I stood up then and wrapped the straps around my hips, until the shaft rose up firmly from my loins.
She scooted back onto the bed and laid back again.
I gave the straps an extra pull for tightness.
As I turned back toward her and looked, she looked up at me innocently. Then she spread her legs again, wider than before, watching me as she made this further welcoming gesture. Her arms reached out to me…
I sucked in as my heart pounded in my chest.
I was about to fuck my niece, Cassie. She wanted me to. We both wanted me to.
She spread the legs further, leaving plenty of room for me to kneel between them.
I knelt onto the bed, scooted forward, then suspended myself over her.
She watched as I lowered my face to hers, then tipped hers up as I lowered to kiss her.
As our lips touched, she was more eager this time, and I could feel her sense of readiness as our lips and tongues played more seriously.
Then, lifting up and looking down, I guided the plastic head to the junction of her thighs.
She was very moist, but I could still feel a lot of resistance as I started to push the shaft inside her. She was tight…
“Ohhhh,” she gasped, her head rolling back.
There was no objection in her tone.
She cried out once more, then a third time, almost sobbing as she wailed.
“Thaaaaat’s the baby,” I soothed. “Thaaaaat’s the baby.”
I eased back slightly, lubricating the plastic dong, then pushed forward again.
There was less resistance now.
It was enormously satisfying to do this, in spite of the fact that I couldn’t feel it from the shaft itself.
Easing in carefully, I finally found the little barrier that was her hymen. I had to be right against it as I paused there, suspended over top of her.
I looked down into her eyes then, and she looked back up at me.
Her expression showed concern, and definitely some uncertainty as her chest rose and fell quickly with each breath.
“Here we go now, hon,” I said gently.
Her fingers tightened on my hips, and silently she nodded her head up and down.
I set my knees, braced with both hands, then, firmly, I rammed my hips forward in one forceful thrust.
It was perfect.
“OHHHH!!!” she shrieked, her voice cracking.
I felt the shaft plunge deeper inside her, bursting through her little hymen, then drive down into the depths of her sheath.
It was done.
“OHHHHHH!!” she sobbed once more as I held it in deep.
I was still then, looking down at her.
She looked up at me gently.
“Ohh, Aunt Reba!” she softly cried.
I nodded down at her.
Her eyes widened then, and her chest heaved with a sigh of acceptance.
“You okay, baby?” I asked her.
She nodded then, biting her lower lip once more. Then a soft look of acceptance came over her face. She nodded. “Thank you, Aunt Reba….”
“Oh, honey, that was wonderful……”
“I… I think so too…”
Still looking down at her, I spoke evenly: “I’m going to fuck you a little bit now, honey. So just relax for me, okay?”
She nodded.
Then, starting slowly, I began to rock my hips, thrusting the plastic shaft in and out of her, pumping as if I were a man, fucking my pretty young niece.
Her eyes looked up and past me, and she began to cry out, as I gently screwed her.
The satisfaction was enormous.
Although I had never done this before, it seemed to come very naturally.
And to my pleasant surprise, I began to feel her body matching my rhythms, even through the base of the plastic shaft.
I watched her for awhile from above her, then lowered my body against hers, pressing my breasts down against hers, as I continued to bang her in this prone position. Missionary.
“Ohhh, Aunt REBA!” she cried softly as she wrapped her palms around my buttocks.
I kept my hips rocking. Nice and steady.
“Ohhh, GOD! Ohhh, GOD!” she cried.
Her legs wrapped around me then and I felt her hands squeezing my butt as her fingers dug into the firmness of me.
Still keeping my chest against hers, I raised my head just enough so I could see her expression.
I just couldn’t resist watching her.
And what a reward I got!
And we had barely started!
As her head jerked the first time, I recognized the sight instantly.
She choked back a gasp and closed her eyes, letting it take her.
I felt her entire body flex like a bow drawn tight.
“EEEIIYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” she wailed as she felt the orgasm sweep over her.
I felt her nipples harden against my breasts and her body jerked with spasms as I kept myself firmly pressed against her. It felt like she was trying to lift me right up and off the mattress.
This was unbelieveable!
I held her down…
We bucked together there on the bed and I suddenly knew I was going as well.
“Ohh, Cassie!” I announced. “I’m going to cum.”
I wanted her to know it, and as it happened she wrapped both arms around my back, squeezing me to her, and then followed by wrapping me with both calves. Then she squealed…
“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!!!”
I felt the throes of it begin inside me, and my senses detonated at the same time.
My hands gripped her shoulders and my head pressed against her cheek as the contractions shot through my muscles.
We melded together, body to body, muscles to muscles, naked skin to naked skin, gyrating and undulating there against the mattress.
It lasted a deliciously long time there, as we fought each other willingly, embracing in love and lust, as I violated her for the first time ever in her life.
We cried together.
We moaned together.
We panted together.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!” I went with her wailing underneath me at the same time.
I felt moisture between our two bodies as we began to come down.
We were almost slippery against each other.
“Ohh, Aunt Reba!” she cried out in a sob.
“Ohh, my Cassie,” I returned, raising my head to look into her eyes.
“Oh, God, I never….!!!”
I smiled at her knowingly. I nodded with satisfaction.
“I never, I never,” she repeated, closing her eyes and opening them again.
I leaned down and kissed her lips. Lightly this time.
We rested together, basking in the afterglow……
I eased out of her slowly, slowly, then rolled, turned and sat next to her.
I smiled down at her as she still lay there, prone and breathing, caressing her arms with my fingertips.
“Was that your first orgasm then, honey?” I asked her.
“First one like THAT!” she said with a nod. “I’ve been turned on before, but there’s never been anything like that.”
“They can be pretty intense,” I said.
“God, I GUESS!” she returned. “And you came too?” she asked shyly.
“Yes. I certainly did,” I replied honestly.
“Was it good then?” she asked.
I smiled down at her gratefully.
“Very good. Very VERY good,” I assured her.
“Thank you, Aunt Reba,” she said then.
“Oh, Cassie. Thank YOU,” I replied.
I moved then, lying down next to her, scooting up close.
My left hand touched her breast gently.
“Your body is so magnificent there, hon,” I told her. “I feel so privileged to get to share it.”
“I’m the one who’s privileged,” she returned. “Thank you for teaching me how to use it.”
“Well, I’ll be happy to teach you all that I can,” I said openly. “And we can enjoy one another at the same time.”
“That sounds so wonderful.”
We went back downstairs then and made dinner together.
As we sat and ate I had a thought.
“Cassie,” I said, “Why don’t you move into my room until Randall gets home? Unless you would prefer having your own room for privacy,” I added.
Her eyes widened and she perked up immediately.
“Ohh, I’d love to do that,” she said sincerely.
We finally decided that she would sleep in my bed but would leave her clothes in her own room.
Later she asked me, “Are you sure that Randall will be okay with us doing this?”
“Yes, hon, I am absolutely certain. It will not be a problem.”
“Will he be home by Christmas?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m certain he will be home by then. But maybe not until very close,” I said.
“Will you and I get to do anything once he comes back?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m sure we could,” I responded. “How would you feel about having him watch us?” I asked.
“Really?” she perked. “He’d want to do that?”
I nodded. “Yes. He would, for sure.”
“I don’t… know how I feel about it,” she said thoughtfully. “Can I think about it?”
“Certainly,” I said, nodding.
“Can I ask you something?” she queried.
“Certainly,” I came back.
“You said Randall likes to see you with your dogs…”
“Umm hmm,” I nodded.
“Does he also do things to you himself?”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “He does indeed. Sometimes with just me. Sometimes while I’m taking a dog at the same time.”
“Wow,” she said thoughtfully. Then she looked at me again.
“If he were watching the two of us together……would he want to……participate with us?”
That was a very good question, and I had hoped she would ask it.
“Yes, I do believe he would want to participate,” I told her.
“And….what would we do then?”
“Well, dear heart,” I said, “That would depend on you…”
“Why me?” she looked surprised.
“Because it would be okay with me for you to do anything with Randall.”
“It would?”
I nodded, smiling at her.
“We are very, very open with each other,” I told her. “No jealousies. No secrets. And we love to share things, especially wonderful and unique experiences.”
“That’s amazingly openminded of you,” she commented.
“It’s much MUCH better that way, believe me,” I assured her.
“So you would be okay……if Randall and I……” she asked.
“Absolutely I would,” I told her. “As long as it’s out in the open and I am a part of it. I wouldn’t want the two of you to sneak off together, you understand, but if we all three did something, I would actually encourage it.”
“How interesting,” she said thoughtfully.
“Well, that would be as much for you as for me,” I continued.
“How so?” she asked.
“Well, you are still exploring your sexuality, and I know you enjoy women, but you don’t know about men yet.”
“You want Randall to be my first?” she asked bluntly.
“Only if YOU want that,” I said. “I just know that it would be all right, and I would encourage you to try a man at some point.”
“I’m not un-attracted to men,” she clarified. “It’s just that the men I have found attractive have all been older by quite a bit.”
“Does Randall attract you?” I asked.
“He’s very handsome,” she responded. “I’m sure I would not have a problem with him.”
“Well,” I finalized, “Let’s just see what happens. Randall will be home in a week or so, and he may bring someone with him for Christmas.”
“He might?” she questioned, eyebrows rising.
“Fairly likely,” I said. Then I added, “I do know one thing, however.”
“What’s that?” Cassie asked.
“Whatever you do, and whomever you are with, the first time, I would certainly, certainly like to be there when it happens.”
“You would?”
“Absolutely I would. If at all possible. It’s a very special thing when you receive your first sperm. And there’s usually only one person you can share it with, and that’s the male who delivers it. And after a while the moment fades and seems gone forever.” Then I added, “When your wonderful young body feels cum spurting inside you for the first time ever, I would REALLY want to share that with you. To be a part of it. Then we can remember it together.”
“Ohhhh, wow,” she whispered. “I had never thought of ANY of those things.”
I nodded affirmatively.
She was thoughtful for a moment, then said, “I would like you to be there too. The more I think about it, the more I would like it.”
Then I thought of something. “You aren’t, by chance, on the pill, are you?” I asked.
Sheepishly, she shook her head. “I was planning to, but other things sort of took over…”
“Okay… We’ll keep that in mind…”
Cassie and I slept together that night again. And again I made love to her with the plastic strap-on.
We did a sixty-nine after that and both came gloriously.
But even better than that, Cassie slept through the night with no nightmares. No bad dreams. No nasty awakenings.
The next day we surfed the net for porn sites and I showed her Randall’s collection of books, videos, toys and other goodies.
But I hadn’t shown her the basement yet……
We slept together that night too.
I made sure the surveillance cameras were going at all times, and thought about when I should reveal this to her.
I was pretty sure she would be fine with it at this point.
Based on the earlier observed canine mating, intimate discussions between aunt and niece, and subsequent sensual spreading of that niece and climaxes by both, "receive... sperm" strongly implies those heated, creamy, and thick ropes, coating and filling a most-willing cunny 
its inclusion here with Cassie!
Two lines - one atop the other; lust freed - cunny warms a lover 