How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 11

  • Posted on June 5, 2017 at 12:37 pm

By Openmindedwoman

I spent the rest of the night in a warm, dream-filled sleep, and was the first to awake as bits of morning light drifted through the curtains. I rolled quietly out of my side of the bed, leaving Kim-Ly and Juli to snooze some more, then slipped on a terrycloth robe against the morning air, though it already promised to be another day of warmer than usual weather.

Juli soon joined me in the kitchen, her slim, longish, thirteen-year-old legs showing almost to the top, emerging from beneath the hem of a light blue sweatshirt that read Girl Power Rules. Her hair was uncombed, as was mine, and I tousled it and gave her a morning hug.

We looked around the kitchen at the remains of the food we had brought with us. The rest of the house was still quiet, and I took that to mean that there had been enough energetic activity during the night for everyone to sleep in.

“Oh my gosh, Juli, it looks like we went through more stuff yesterday than I had planned. There’s hardly any orange juice or milk, and that bag of donut holes is pretty empty. Would you be up for a quick run into town? I know a store that opens pretty early.”

Juli smiled and leaned against me, arms around my middle. “Sure,” she replied. “That would be cool. I haven’t seen much of the town in a few years, since you used to take me to the library there.”

“Okay then, let’s get dressed, looking stylish or something, and take off.”

I put on jeans and a lightweight blouse with a vest, while my ever so style-conscious little fox emerged in a sleeveless denim crop top that had been cut off so that it hung loosely only a few inches below her breasts, and a mid-thigh skirt to match.

“Will you be warm enough in that?” I asked, though I could tell the sun had already been warming the outside air. “And does your mother know about that top? It looks a little homemade.”

“Oh, she knows about the skirt,” Juli snickered, “but so far I’ve kept the top hidden. Yeah, it’s homemade, so it can be a lot shorter than she would let me wear, I’m sure!”

“Well, I like it,” I beamed, and we loaded ourselves into the car for the fifteen-minute trip.

“Umm, Aunt Leslie, you aren’t wearing a bra, are you?” Juli asked after a couple of miles.

“Well, no,” I wiggled side to side with the seat belt strap firmly between my full breasts.

“I thought so,” she continued, “so I’m not either.”

Smiling broadly, she turned sideways just enough to pull up the sides of her short top and show me those firm, cone-shaped, cherry-tipped girl tits. I found it very hard to keep my eyes on the road.

“You better put those girls away or I’ll end up in the ditch, you little minx,” I laughed.

This was typical of the delightful teases we had learned to do back and forth. How I loved when she would spring them on me in unexpected places.

We pulled into Gordy’s Market a few minutes after they opened, and started down the aisles. I sent Juli to see if there were any bakery goods put out yet, while I headed for the milk and orange juice. On the way I strolled down the snacks aisle and eyed a few goodies for later, then waited at the corner by the cooler for her to catch up. Pretty soon she came around the side of the last aisle, with a happy skip in her step, leading a very attractive teenage girl.

“Who is this you’ve found?” I inquired, though I was pretty sure I already recognized the girl.

Juli turned with her hands on her hips and cocked her head. Without hesitation, and with her confident young voice in a half whisper, she said, “I think she was checking me out, Aunt Leslie.”

I stepped aside and motioned for the teen to step into the corner, and then Juli and I turned to face her with our backs to the rest of the store. I hadn’t seen any other customers there at this early hour, but wanted to be careful. Juli snuggled her butt against my thighs, and I slipped my arms under hers, casually resting my hands on her bare midriff.

“So, Rebecca, were you curious about my niece Juli here being in the store so early this morning? You are the Rebecca I remember, aren’t you, who works in the library in the summertime?”

She nodded, with her eyes downcast a little, hands clasped in front of herself. Her brown wavy hair was pretty much as I remembered it, maybe a little longer, and it was pulled back in a ponytail this morning. It had been at least two summers since I had last seen her, and she’d grown quite a bit in that time. I liked what I saw.

“Is there something about my pretty Juli that you were ‘checking out’, Rebecca?”

She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and with a shy smile nodded, confessing her interest.

“I can see that you have changed, sweet Becks,” I continued (I had called her by the nickname ‘Becks’ when I had known her before). “Your tight tee shirt tells me that you’ve added some curves that do look appealing. But you haven’t changed in the way that you… appreciated other girls, have you… or women?”

Juli twisted her head to look up at me questioningly, but didn’t move away.

Rebecca shook her head slowly, again looking down.

“Good, oh so very good, my dear. Then perhaps you might enjoy a look at these.”

After quickly glancing left and right, I raised my hands from Juli’s midriff to the bottom of her crop top, pulling it up to expose her achingly beautiful A-cup titties, whose nipples were already peeking further forward from my touch, and no doubt also from how she was picking up the vibes in our conversation.

Rebecca’s eyes grew wide. She glanced around too, then licked her lips, moving her gaze from Juli’s breasts to my face, then again to those tempting tits.

“Wasn’t it in a back corner of the library, much like this, maybe four years ago or so that you first showed me yours, pretty Becks?”

She nodded, and lowered her head once more. I leaned forward and cupped her chin with my fingers, lifting her eyes to meet mine. “Don’t be shy, my dear. I’m sure they are even more lovely now than they were then. You see how much Juli enjoys showing hers off to friends of mine, don’t you?”

Juli giggled and kept her top pulled up while I stepped to the side and drew back the flaps of my vest. My braless breasts were showing off their raging nipples through the thin, nearly-transparent blouse beneath. “And I think I remember that you rather enjoyed the shape and feel of mine, isn’t that right?”

Again Rebecca nodded, smiling now a little more confidently as she realized that I meant no harm.

“Well, then,” I continued, “it so happens that several of us are having a ‘girls’ club’ weekend out at my cabin on the lake, and I would very much love to have you for lunch today, if you want to come. You can drive now, can’t you?”

Her voice was barely audible as she answered, “Yes, Miss Leslie. I’m seventeen now. And I do want to come.”

I let my fingers run lightly down the side of her neck, and then further, until they rested between her breasts.

“It has been a few years, but you may remember my niece Juli, from when I would bring her to the library to look for children’s books. But that was a little before she learned the joys that you were so anxious to experience at her age. I trust that you still have the velvet collar I made for you, my pet… the one that says ‘Leslie’s’ on it?”

Once again, she nodded silently and lowered her eyes a bit, but a small smile twitched at the sides of her mouth.

“You are still my slutty little pet, then. Perhaps more than one of us will ‘have you for lunch’ today. And tell this young one here what it means when you wear the collar, dear Becks.”

She seemed to speak to my knees, or maybe it was that she could better see Juli’s titties as she answered with a little shiver, “It means that I am your pet, Miss Leslie, and that I will do my best to please you.”

“I’m so happy that you haven’t forgotten. And now that I know you enjoy young girls like Juli so well, I’m sure you will enjoy meeting some of our other little friends too,” I said.

Then I slid my hand from left to right across her firm breasts, feeling her nipples respond immediately. I hooked my finger under the front of her bra and gave it a little snap. “But don’t bother wearing one of these. You won’t be needing it.”

After I scribbled directions to my cabin on a scrap of paper and gave it to her, Juli and I made our way to the front of the store, paid for our items, then began our ride back.

Juli’s face fairly shone as I explained to her how I had connected with Rebecca over the years when I was spending time at my cabin. Juli had only a vague memory of her, though she did remember going to the library a few times for books that we would read together when she was visiting me.

I told Juli that Rebecca had started working there in the summer when she was twelve, volunteering to shelve books and clean up a little. Then, the next year, when she was thirteen, I thought I sensed an attraction to me as an ‘older woman’ — and a few leading comments produced a shy, rather embarrassed, but positive result. Becks and I soon began having fun. She seemed so wonderfully anxious to be led, to do the naughty little things that I suggested, like working there all day without any panties under her skirt, or playing with herself a bit in one of the back rooms. Her breasts were very small then, and didn’t grow much during those years. She was always intrigued with the feel of my full heavy ‘woman tits’, as she began to call them. I had driven her home from the library on a number of occasions, and before long she was obeying whatever commands I would issue her. She admitted that her own pleasures were increased when she was behaving like my ‘little slut girl’.

“That was when I made the velvet collar for her to wear whenever we were alone together,” I finished, “or when we were communicating by chat on the computer.”

“Um, like what kinda commands, Aunt Leslie?” Juli’s voice quivered.

As I turned to look at her, I saw that she had one hand under her top playing with her nipples, with the other deep inside her panties, the short skirt pulled up around her waist.

“My goodness, little one… does hearing about your auntie’s naughty friend turn you on? No jealousy, I hope.”

“Oh, wow, no — I mean, yes, it is like sooo cool and exciting to hear what you did with her, but no, never jealous. I know how much you love me. But I just can’t stop from touching myself when I hear about stuff like that.”

“Okay,” I nodded, trying to keep my eyes on the road. “I’m glad.”

Then she asked, “So, am I your little slut girl too, Aunt Leslie?”

I thought a moment. This was delicate for me. “Not really, sweetheart. The word ‘slut’ is a tricky one because it sometimes has a thoughtless meaning to it, like somebody who doesn’t really care at all about the other person except for sexual feelings. You know I feel so much more for you than that, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. I get that… but somehow it makes me feel sorta naughty, in a good way, to think it. You know, that I’m a slut. But, am I like your pet, then?”

I smiled inwardly, knowing just how much my sexy niece had learned to like using naughty or dirty words, even more than I did. Hearing some of the things that come out of her young, seemingly innocent, cupid-bow mouth turn me on hugely.

“Of course, darling, you are,” I told her, “and sometimes I feel like your pet, too, especially when you get extra sexed-up and I’m watching. Does that make any sense?”

“God yes… I just never thought of it that way,” she giggled. “But I like it.”

Her fingers had never stopped moving inside her panties and her beautiful legs were spread wide as she slumped in the seat of the car. “So, I mean, what kinds of things did you command Rebecca to do when she was your pet?”

I chuckled, “Why don’t you just imagine some possibilities while you get your delicious little body warmed up. We’re nearly back to the cabin, and as for the rest of it, you’ll have to wait until she shows up later today.”

We soon rolled into the driveway and carried our groceries into the kitchen through the side door, quickly putting them away. It seemed mostly quiet, but for some murmuring and soft sounds coming from the living room. As we rounded the corner, we both stopped abruptly at the enticing erotic tableau in front of us.

Anita was seated in the center of the couch, just in panties, with two dark-haired heads in her lap, one small body stretched out to the left, one to the right. Her head was laid back, eyes closed, and she was making a variety of humming sounds, or little animal sounds. Tracy’s face was turned towards her pendulous left breast, her hand pressing it on the side as she suckled. Anita’s left arm rested on Tracy’s chest in a way that allowed the older woman’s fingers to pluck the teen girl’s rising cone nipple, softly running from the base of her young tit to the tip of her nipple with a thumb and two fingers, over and over as if willing it to grow even taller.

On Anita’s right side, Kim-Ly murmured contentedly as she sucked Anita’s other long nipple. Both girls wore nothing but panties, and Anita’s right hand moved back and forth across Kim-Ly’s taut belly, two fingers just under the low waistband of the sweet girl’s white cotton undies. Kim-Ly’s legs were laid over the lap of a smiling Amy, who also was wearing just her panties and who was languidly playing with her own more fully-developed round girl breasts, while petting Kim-Ly’s slim smooth thighs with the backs of her fingers, as if painting them.

Amy beckoned us to come closer, and in a low voice told us what had happened that morning.

When she awakened, Kim-Ly found herself alone, in need of some hugs, and was also wildly curious to learn what her sister Tracy had been doing the night before while she was in Anita and Amy’s bedroom. After receiving an excited explanation from Tracy, Kim-Ly begged for a taste, too — and of course Anita was more than willing to offer herself to be milked by the darling young sisters.

The girls never stopped suckling while Amy recounted all this for us, but Anita responded to the sound of her daughter’s voice with a happy smile and a nod.

Juli moved a chair over so she could sit right in front of Anita, with her feet propped on the couch on either side of Anita’s legs. She had taken her panties off and resumed playing with her almost bare young girl pussy. It was still very wet from our sexy ride back from the store. I stood behind her, reaching down to pull up her top and cup her firm jutting titties, rolling the nipples between my fingers.

“She sooo loves to watch, Anita,” I cooed, “and to be watched. Sometimes I just can’t keep her clothes on her.”

“And how I love to watch her, Leslie. It’s wickedly exciting to see a naughty thirteen-year-old expose herself like this, isn’t it!”

“I’m almost fourteen, you know,” Juli argued, and then giggled. “But it doesn’t matter, as long as it makes us all feel so good to do it for each other!”

I leaned over to give her a wet auntie kiss, and I let some saliva drip onto her chest so I could coat her tits with the shiny slippery juice. Juli’s fingers disappeared inside her pussy, and Anita, watching, licked her lips as she slid her left hand down inside Tracy’s panties. Tracy obligingly spread her legs and gave a little pleasure moan when Anita’s fingers found their mark. I continued to massage Juli’s slippery tits, pinching her nipples lightly with my thumb and forefinger with each milking stroke. It didn’t take long for Amy to join the fun, spreading her legs and sliding her hand under her panties. Anita’s right hand had continued its journey deeper inside Kim-Ly’s panties, and the beautiful youngster spread her legs wide, gasping around Anita’s tit, bits of milk spilling down her cheek as she did so.

The two sisters’ hips began to move up and down, seeking more pressure, bucking back against Anita’s hands — and I heard Juli’s breath growing ragged as she watched them and played with herself.

“Good girl, sweetheart,” I said to Juli. “Be my naughty pet and show Anita how you fuck your little pussy. Open it up for her and then show her how you slide your fingers inside and make yourself come.”

Eagerly responding, Juli used both hands to pull her labia wide, her eyes on Anita and the sisters as they suckled. I heard Anita whisper, “Fuck yes,” as she stared at the girl’s wet pink vagina.

Then Juli attacked her pussy again, two fingers plunging rapidly in and out while rubbing her clit hard with her other hand. “Ohhh yes… yesyesyournaughtylittlecuntpetauntleslieyournaughtylittlecuntpet” — her words ran together in a fast string, then with spaces in between as she neared her peak — “your… naughty… little… pet… pussy… girl… fuuckkkkk!!” she hissed as the orgasm overwhelmed her and I tugged a little harder on her nipples.

Juli’s cries urged the sisters to climax as well, both lifting their bottoms off the couch and trying to close their legs around Anita’s teasing fingers. High-pitched squeals and cries filled the room, and moments later Amy’s voice joined them as she felt her own pleasure boiling over.

Smiling, I closed my eyes and listened to the sexy sounds. Then I took a deep breath, inhaling through my nose, licking my lips as I savored the lusty perfume of young girl pussies in heat.

A moment later, I heard Anita chuckle, “Looks like it’s just us two grownups who didn’t go over the top.”

“Not to worry,” I told her, as I opened my eyes again. “We’ll get our chance. In fact, pretty soon we’ll be joined by a new playmate, a special surprise I found this morning in town. I think you’ll like her — and she’ll bring some new lessons for our girls to learn as well.”

Anita smiled as she licked the sticky juices from her fingers. Tracy and Kim-Ly curled up against her warmth, coming down from their high, still catching their breath. “You two each taste just a little different, you know,” the woman mused, “but similar in some ways… and mmm, so very delicious.”

“That’s just the sort of thing I think we’ll be finding out later on,” I grinned. “And there should be plenty of it to go around.”

Continue on to Chapter 12

 

No comments on How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 11

  1. Jennifer says:

    Yummy!

  2. sue says:

    this story just gets hotter and hotter. loving it.

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