Luna and Her Niece, Part 1 (fg)
Posted by Luna on November 27, 2007
This is one of the first stories that I posted to the Lesbian Lolita web site over a year ago (and once in a Live Journal location). Some people really responded to it.
It is the story of a bisexual Aunt and her (very) young niece. She encounters a situation with her young niece where she gets drawn in, simply by the unintentionally erotic nature of some friendly play with her young niece.
The story was in response to a series of really bad erotic writing that I was reading. Ones where young girls knew and wanted sex. I wanted there to be realistic interaction, even if the overall reality was completely fantasy and would never happen in the way depicted.
Disclaimer: If stories of underage sex make you all wiggy and weirded out, please don’t read the following. It is intended as pure fantasy. I do not condone any adult having any sort of sexual activity with underage children.
I hope you enjoy.
Luna and Her Niece, Part 1
story codes: fg, nosex
I was over my sister’s house. We were going to be celebrating her husband’s birthday that night. I came over early to help her cook and to watch Allison.
“So, who is that.” I pointed to the television.
My niece gave me that look of, utter disbelief. “Aunt Luna, that’s Kim Possible!”
“Ohhhhhhh.” I said, playing along with her. “So, is she one of the bad guys?”
“Noooooo….” came the minorly annoyed response of my seven-year-old niece. “She’s the good guy. Along with Ron and Rufus!”
I watched the cartoon with Allison, remarking to myself that the cartoon girls are being drawn MUCH more cute than I remember. Such is life.
I heard the phone in the other room, and my sister picked it up. I didn’t think too much about it, as Kim Possible was fighting the girl in the green, who was also quite cute.
“Damn it!” came the reply from my sister as she slammed the phone on the wall.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I have to go into work. There’s a minor crisis and my boss doesn’t trust the weekend people to take care of it. This is going to ruin everything. Dinner isn’t going to be done. Mom and Dad are going to be upset.”
“Whoa. Calm down, sis. I’ll stay here with Allison. We can get the potatoes and the salad going. David (her husband) is just going to cook steaks on the grill anyway. I already brought the hors’doevres (It was just cheese, crackers, and beef stick). So that leaves dessert. You should have time, and if not, just stop at the bakery on the way home. No one will care.”
She disagreed with me for a few minutes, before I convinced her that she didn’t have a choice other than cancelling everything. So she hemmed and hawed for a few minutes before heading out the door.
I then turned to my niece, and said. “So what are we going to do now, Kim Possible?” She giggled and threw herself on the sofa. I kept going with it. “So how will Kim Possible deal with the evil threat of Tick Ticklington.”
She screamed and started to run away playfully, but I caught her and started tickling her. She lay on her back wriggling away from me. Her pants started to come down a little bit, and her top started to ride up, exposing her belly button. I went right for the bare skin, tickling her belly, then lightly thwapping it, giving her a pink belly. She giggled furiously.
I looked down at her Disney Princess panties that were starting to be exposed. I was momentarily mesmerized. I pulled her up to me by her arms. “Your pants are falling down, missy.”
She giggled and tried to yank them up. Her T-shirt had fallen back down to its original position. She then climbed up my lap and got rather close to my face. I don’t know what she was trying to do. I don’t even know if she knew why she was doing it. Our noses were about two inches from each other.
“What are you doing?” I asked in mock anger.
“I don’t know.” she responded innocently.
I kissed her sweetly on the cheek. She giggled and blushed. I kissed the other cheek. She giggled and blushed more.
I was sweating at this point. The blood was racing in my ears. Of course I wouldn’t do anything else. She’s my niece. I’m not attracted to little girls. Yes, I enjoy being close to her, and the opportunity was screaming at me, but I wasn’t going to….
I kissed her on the lips, and kept kissing her on the lips. She was enjoying it, but knew this was somewhat different than normal. I kept giving he little pecks on the mouth, and she responded in kind.
I pulled her into me, putting my hands under her shirt around her waist and pulled her ontop of me, hugging her tightly.
“Do you want to be tickled more?” I asked.
“Noooooooo….” she said giggling and trying to get away.
I started tickling up her sides. She squirmed and laughed hard. I went up her rib cage, tickling the entire way. She giggled even more. Her shirt rode up high and I could see her little-girl nipples. I tickled under her armpits, and then made my way over to her chest. I tickled each area around her nipples, gently but firmly.
“Aunt Luna, that feels so weird!”
I stopped tickling her, nervous that she was recalling some “Don’t let someone touch you” lecture. “Weird huh?”
“Bad weird or good weird?”
“I dunno, just weird.”
“Hmmmmm.” I now started gently rubbing the nipples with my thumbs. She really didn’t know what to make of those sensations. I tried to remember what my nipples felt like. It feels like a billion years ago before I developed my boobs. I kind of remembered when they just started to grow, but those younger years were gone, a sexual/hormonal/puberty mystery that will never be solved. I was so conscious of my breasts now, that I can’t remember when I wasn’t conscious of them back then.
She settled in with my rubbing of her nipples, even though she had no clue what to do with that.
“I don’t know,” she responed. Not frightened, but unsure. I felt her nipples get hard in my fingers. They weren’t used to attention.
“Do you ever do this yourself?”
She shook her head.
I stroked up and down her sides, from her nipples down to her waistband.
“Makes me feel like I wanna pee, but I don’t have to.”
I lightly put one hand on her butt as I continued to stroke her chest.
“You have your hand on my butt!”
“Indeed,” and I spanked it.
“Owwwww,” she said in mock pain.
I put my hand down the back of her pants, lightly rubbing her panties, with a finger or two up her bare back. I think she knew something was up at this point, but she’s a pretty adventurous kid, always wanting to be older than she is. She probably thought it was just a grownup thing.
I started to pull her little pants down, exposing those Disney Princess panties.
“Okay?” I asked.
She nodded her head and I kept rubbing her butt through her panties. It was heavenly. Her butt was so soft and smooth through her girly panties.
I was enjoying myself, perhaps too much. And I didn’t want to scare her off.
“Mmmmmm, I could lie here all day.”
“But do you think we should get some of the food going?”
“And then afterwards, you can take a bath and get ready for Nanny and Grandpa!”
(to be continued)