Explanations for a Little Girl, Part One

  • Posted on September 14, 2017 at 7:14 am

By Vickylez

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2010 }

Jessica felt like Little Red Riding Hood. Here she was on her way to her grandmother’s on a sunny morning, a small basket on her arm filled with fresh flowers, preserves, and other stuff her mother sent. The 10-year-old girl smiled to herself, as she just hoped no Big Bad Wolf would be there to greet her.

It was only four blocks to the pretty house, its front garden lush with flower beds, greenery, and this funny fountain with the naked little stone lady perpetually bathing herself. She knocked at the door, thirsting already for the nice fruit juice Granny always had for her.

The door opened — and there was Aunt Doris, her mom’s older sister!

“Ooh, Jessica, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in, little girl! My, do you look lovely in that dress… well, you always look lovely!”

Her aunt hugged and kissed her, chatting animatedly as she took her to the wide kitchen for refreshments. The little girl sat on a stool, the short skirt of her summery white dress uncovering her soft thighs, as the woman got cookies and strawberry juice for her.

Jessica was elated at finding Aunt Doris there, she didn’t expect that wonderful chance! She adored her aunt, such a warm, merry woman, it always made her so happy just being with her. And Auntie was so beautiful! Her mom was very pretty, but Aunt Doris was… what was that word her friend had used? Gorgeous!

“You look gorgeous, Aunt Doris,” Jessica said. She meant it.

“What?… Oh, thanks, dear, you are very sweet. Here, a big glass of juice for you. Granny went to see her doctor today, and she won’t be home soon. I know she’ll be sad at not seeing you, she so looks forward to your visits.”

“Oh, well, I can come again tomorrow, I guess.”

“Good, she will be very happy!”

As they munched and chatted, the little girl gazed at her beautiful aunt, it gave her such pleasure to look at her. It was funny meeting her just then, when she had so many things to tell her… if she only got the nerve. The child didn’t yet have the words, or the understanding, to describe what happened to her when she was with her Aunt Doris. She simply had these warm and puzzling feelings.

But the woman… she did understand very well her own feelings, and kept them carefully in check. It wasn’t easy now to tear her gaze from those lovely uncovered thighs, parted just enough so she fancied with just a small effort she would be able to see the precious little girl’s panties. Breathing deep, she forced herself not to make that effort. It was getting worse each time she saw her!

Aunt Doris was taller than Jessica’s mother, and her shapely body was a delight to behold. The little girl didn’t know the word ‘voluptuous’ either, or she would have thought of her aunt’s body that way. It certainly was that: full of enticing curves, with a high round bosom that pushed proudly at her dress, perfect creamy skin, such a beautiful face… all of her was a most delightful sight, the kind of woman that makes you go out of your way to look at her again. And her cute niece was very aware of that.

“Auntie, you know my friend Molly? Remember her, with the red hair? Well, Molly asked me the other day if you have a boyfriend. You always seem to be by yourself. Do you have one?”

The woman stared at her, taken aback, and didn’t answer for a while.

“And… why would she ask that, dear?”

“Well, I dunno. But she says you are the most pretty woman she ever saw, and why aren’t you married, or whatever. I think so too. ‘Bout you being the most pretty woman, I mean.”

“Oh, dear… thank you.” She leaned to peck at the little girl’s cheek. “But your friend, and you too, should know not to ask such personal things of people, my love.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Jessica, crestfallen and looking down.

Her aunt instantly took her little chin to raise her head, smiling. “Hey, baby! I wasn’t chiding you, don’t take it like that! So I’ll tell you: No, I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t need that, love, I am very happy just like this.”

Because I have my girlfriends to keep me so’, she thought, but didn’t say.

“Oh,” said the little girl, and her steady gaze on her aunt’s beautiful face somehow seemed to go deeper, seeking further answers there. Or so fancied the woman for a moment. To cover her sudden uneasiness, she played with her niece’s lustrous, long auburn hair.

“You get prettier every day. Your hair is wonderful! You looked so lovely the other day with your braids, want me to do them for you now?”

“Yes, please, Aunt Doris! I like braids, but it’s such a chore to do them, you know?”

The woman, behind the little girl, was caressing her glossy hair, combing it with her fingers as she softly inhaled her niece’s warm, sweet scent. She trembled slightly. Careful, now…

“With a little practice it’s no chore at all, and it’s fun doing your hair to look good, baby,” she said.

As her deft fingers worked, she gazed fondly at the lovely curve of the child’s cheek, her soft neck, and then, irresistibly, at the adorable exposed thighs. They were quite far open, If I was in front of her, I could easily see her panties!

Doris felt the fluttering and wetness inside her own undergarments. The stirrings had begun the moment she saw her niece at the door, the familiar signs of an impending strong arousal. And now she was positively gushing, she knew she would have to relieve herself soon… She gazed down at her own chest, covered by a light dress that showed a lot of cleavage. Oh God, my hard nipples are poking out so, I hope she doesn’t notice!

She felt the little girl making the tiniest sigh, and with a surprised jolt realized she had been softly caressing her delicious neck. Doris took away her fingers, feeling the silky hotness lingering on them.

“There… Oh, how pretty you look with those braids! Want to look at yourself?”

The girl jumped up and took her aunt’s hand. They went to the spare bedroom, which doubled as dressing room and had a big mirror. Standing behind her, the woman smiled as the ravishing girl admired herself, handling her cute braids this way and that.

“Thank you, Auntie! My hair looks…”

Gorgeous! All of you looks gorgeous, sweetie!”

Jessica laughed shyly, looking at her aunt in the mirror. She hardly reached to the height of the woman’s chest. Her gaze traveled along the beautiful woman’s shape. Her aunt wore a light and body-hugging pink dress that looked as if a wisp of wind could take it off her. The hem of the flared skirt was well above her knees, showing her long bare legs in all their glory.

The little girl’s intense look took her time all over her aunt’s body, arrived at her high bosom, and lingered there. The woman stood still, gazing back at her niece’s tender figure with her pretty white, short-skirted summer dress, her chest with the merest hint of swelling, slender but shapely legs, golden sandals on her dainty feet. Jessica’s bright eyes were motionless on her aunt’s breasts, staring with fascination at the plainly noticeable, big and unmistakable tips that shamelessly pushed out through the light cloth. She unconsciously licked her rosy lips.

The woman noticed this, realized where the little girl’s eyes were so intently locked, and gasped. Blushing, more with desire than shame, she took a step away from the mirror.

“Okay, dear… uh, let’s get back to those cookies,” she said, a bit unsteadily. The little girl wondered at her aunt’s obvious flustering, and followed her.

She perched back on her stool and pensively looked at her aunt’s beautiful face as she munched on a chocolate cookie. Would she dare? Yes she would, she had to tell her, she had to! She breathed deeply.

“Auntie…” she began, bashfully, “there’s something I want to ask you. But maybe you won’t…” She interrupted herself, looking down.

The woman smiled warmly at her, curious and a bit concerned. “Dear, there’s nothing at all you can’t ask me, or tell me! What it is, love?”

“Well…” Jessica fidgeted with her braids. “Well…” She raised her lovely eyes to her aunt’s, pleadingly.

“Well…?” smiled the woman, taking and caressing the girl’s hands.

Jessica took a breath, then plunged ahead. “Why is it when I am with you I feel, I feel… so good all over? I mean, I don’t ever feel like this with anyone else. What is that feeling?”

The woman felt faint for a second. She gulped, her mind blankly searching for words.

“I mean, I’m so happy when I’m with you. I… I want to be with you all the time!” The little girl lowered her crimson face, nervously pulling on her braids.

Doris gulped again, groping for words. She choose the safe path. “Oh, dear… you are so sweet. I also like to be with you and…”

“No, no, it’s not that!” exclaimed Jessica almost angrily, raising her bright eyes to her aunt’s face. “It’s not just liking to be with you, I… I love being with you!”

The woman was in a daze. The way the girl had said that, it came out exactly as ‘I love you’.

“Jessica…”

“I told Mom yesterday. I told her how I felt. I asked her about this, and… and other things.”

“Did you?” said the woman faintly, looking down at her forearms. Her niece had taken her hands away from hers and was now softly caressing from her elbows down, as if her little hands had a mind of their own. “And, what did she say?”

“She said I should tell you about this, and she said that you would understand. I was gonna go over to your house tomorrow to tell you, I didn’t expect to meet you here at Granny’s today!” giggled her niece.

The woman was startled at the idea of Jessica arriving unexpectedly at her apartment and the door being opened by Gretl, currently living there, her Scandinavian goddess body naked or just in tiny panties, as she so often was,.

The little girl’s caressing hands suddenly seemed to burn the bare skin of her forearms, so Doris took them away and carried them to her mouth, to kiss her fingers. “She really told you that? That I would understand, she said?”

“Yes. And she said you would explain all this to me. The way you explained to her, when she was littler ‘n me.”

OH, GOD! She remembered! Her kid sister remembered! After all this time, all these years, she had been sure those memories were deeply buried and rejected by her. Memories that to herself were so sharp and sweet: her beautiful little sister, her first lover, her first girl… together for so many years, until she herself was 15 and when her sister, at 13 years old, had turned to boys for good.

Nothing more was said about it ever again, as if it had never happened… not even after her sister had divorced, and was alone again.

But now — now she wanted her to ‘explain’ things to her 10-year-old daughter?!

She placed her trembling hands softly on her niece’s soft bare thighs, hearing her sweet little gasp… and her own. She didn’t remember having knelt before her, but there she was. Her face was almost level with the girl’s adorable face. They looked closely into one another’s eyes, the child waiting, the woman trying to decide what this all meant, what to do. She sighed, then whispered very close to her niece’s lips.

“Lovely Jessica… what you are feeling is love. I love you too, you don’t know how much I love you. Did your mother explain, um… well, what else did she tell you?”

“She told me that you and her loved each other very much, a lot, when you were little. Special love, she said.”

“What is ‘special love’, darling?”

“Special. Not just like sisters, she said. She said maybe I wouldn’t understand yet. But I do! Really, I do! ‘Special’ is how I feel for you, not just as my aunt, but way more, it’s, it’s…”

In astonished delight the woman felt the girl’s warm, wet mouth suddenly plunging tightly on her lips, her slender arms hugging her with force and her little body pressing against her breasts. She moaned, embracing her back. It wasn’t a long kiss, the girl didn’t know how, and she hardly opened her lips… yet it was the most exquisite kiss the woman had received in a very long time. They looked at each other, panting.

“Jessica… my love… that was wonderful!” she breathed.

The little girl giggled, “Mom said I should do it first, ‘cuz you’d never kiss me otherwise!”

“God! Your mom did tell you a lot! What else?”

“She said you shouldn’t worry, that you should explain everything to me. And… umm, that she knows you won’t ever do me any harm.” She frowned in further thought. “Oh, yeah! And she wants you to call her later, to tell her what happened.”

The woman shook her head, unbelievingly. Suddenly she was very, very conscious of still having the little girl in her arms, her hot tender body snuggled tightly against hers, her pretty mouth one inch from her own. This time she was the one to begin the kiss, and she didn’t rush about it. Explanation Number One, How Lovers Kiss.

Her luscious lips lingered over the little girl’s, making love to them as her tongue cautiously asked to be let in, hinting how to do it but not forcing her to, soon feeling the pretty lips shyly parting and welcoming her visit. Then she was receiving her, and meeting her with her timid little tongue, Hello loved Auntie, playing together, hotter and hotter, until a long blissful moan signaled Jessica’s total acquiescence and delight.

“OOOH…” they sighed together, as their mouths reluctantly parted. The little girl’s smile was dazzling, as she licked her just-kissed lips, her soft arms around her aunt’s neck. The woman smiled back and for a while they didn’t say anything, for Explanation Number Two was precisely that: How First Love Feels, when fulfilled.

She softly took her niece’s hands and guided them to her almost bursting breasts. She closed her eyes, gasping at the sensations of these little hands eagerly beginning to explore such delightful, new territories.

“I’ll explain everything to you, my love,” she whispered. “Little by little, as your darling mommy and me did back when we were your age…”

——————

That night she called her sister.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.”

There was a silence, Doris could softly hear her sister’s favorite Mozart playing in the background.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes.” Another silence.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.”

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…”

Doris laughed in relief, tears in her eyes, her right hand creeping up under her skirt. “She is… I just adore her, Sussy!”

“I know. That’s why I sent her over to you.”

“But, I thought you didn’t remember…”

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years. And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too…”

“Oh, god, Sussy!” Doris was openly crying now, her hand deep between her parted thighs, a rather strange combination.

“Hey, hon…” Her kid sister was crying too.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. And… I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

The older woman’s hand was dripping wet, wriggling inside her panties. She gasped.

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Continue on to Part Two

 

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  1. Swan says:

    Another excellent story, loved it. I went to LL to read the rest. One minor error – at the beginning of this chapter the little girl is 10, but at the beginning of the second chapter she is 9 years old. I suggest you correct that and make her 10 in both parts.

    • Thanks for the note, Swan. We did see that discrepancy and will make sure it’s corrected.

      Simple mistakes in continuity, such as the one you noticed, and basic errors in grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc., are the sorts of things we look for and try to fix before we post archive stories. It does take a lot of time doing that — especially for JetBoy, who is our primary curator of older material — but we feel it’s worth it. We want our readers to have a good experience enjoying themselves without being distracted by careless or sloppy writing.

      • Swan says:

        A few days ago I also left some notes about grammar mistakes at ‘Tabitha’s initiation’ but I do not think anyone noticed my comments.

  2. Sarah says:

    I love this story. Made my morning.

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