It was an exciting time in my life. Whilst most of my friends seemed to have gone through puberty a little earlier than me, I was only just beginning to find out about what being a woman was like. My puffy little nipples had expanded and a shapely curve of flesh had developed around and under them. My vulva was still mostly bald, but curls of hair had appeared and I began to enjoy playing with them, testing their springy-ness. During these explorations I also began to notice how pleasant it was to touch that soft mound of flesh and push my fingers between the folds - the glow that spread through me like a slow wave and, of course, the moisture that developed in my vagina. I knew enough about these things to enjoy them without any sense of guilt or shame, and tended to spend more and more of my private time doing so.
A lot of afternoons I spent at my uncle and aunts house. They lived near my school and I often had to wait until after dark before one of my parents could take me home. Uncle Robert was an engineer - a intelligent man who, in retrospect, was married to his job. Aunty June was a photographer, and it was her that took care of me in the afternoons. I had always admired her. My father was a working-class man, and my mother was a meek woman who supplemented my fathers income by working as a sales-assistant at a supermarket. So, my aunt was a strong role model for me. I admired her creativity and the relative success she had had in her career. This is the first chapter in the story of how, over a period of weeks, I became my auntys sexual plaything.
In early Autumn I began training for the schools cross-country running team. I enjoyed exercise, and liked to keep fit. Training for the cross-country, however, really wore me out.
I arrived exhausted to my Aunts house one afternoon and, after a quick hello, went straight into the shower. When I was drying myself she knocked on the door and offered to give me a massage. She suggested that I come out whil... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
