CONVENT HOUSE

By Diem DeVere

Part 1

"CECILY MEETS HER AUNT"

Cecily Westbrook couldn't help it. She smiled. Her first look at
Convent House made her forget--at least for the moment--about
moving, about seperation from her parents, about having to live
with a stranger. The eight-year-old had ridden the limo waiting
at the airport in a sullen mood. Not even the ferry ride to the
lake island had lifted her gloom. As many little girls (and most
big, for that matter) she'd expected the worst. Her maiden aunt's
old home was called Convent House. With such a name, who wouldn't
conjure a forboding, stark, even ugly place of little light and
less comfort? But this...! It looked like a small fairy castle!
Five gables looked out over grounds filled with trees. The walls
themselves were of red brick, ivy reaching up everywhere there
wasn't a door or window. Maybe, Cecily thought to herself,
maybe...she wasn't going to be unhappy here. Perhaps there could
still be joy in her life, thousands of miles from family and
friends. Well, Aunt Rachel was family...sort of. Cecily had never
met her, and had trouble feeling any stranger could be family.

By now of course Cecily was tired. The hired driver quickly
brought her luggage indoors. A redhaired young woman waited in
the hall. She broke into a huge smile upon seeing Cecily...this
couldn't be Aunt Rachel could it? Cecily guessed this girl no
more than twenty. She wore jeans and blouse, her copper-colored
hair flowing back like a lion's mane.

"Cecily?" The little girl nodded. "Welcome to Convent House!"
Beaming, the redhead leaned down and gave Cecily a hug--quite a
long one. It was a full body hug. Cecily actually felt warmth
from the young woman's large breasts as she was held close by
hands pressing her shoulder and lower back. And when the hug
finally ended, the redhead dipped to one knee.

Face to face now, Cecily noticed how this girl looked remarkably
like a cat. She didn't know why. But it was true. Something about
her eyes, maybe? Or the smile? It did remind her a little of the
Cheshire Cat from "Alice in Wonderland."

Whatever. For another long moment, the redhaired young woman
simply gazed at Cecily. It was a very intense look, but pleased.
At last, she spoke again. "My name's Helen. I work for your Aunt
Rachel. We've been sooooooo looking forward to your arrival! But
your pictures don't begin to do you justice."

This last was said with a wink.

Cecily didn't quite know what to make of this last, but she
didn't object. It was clearly a compliment. Besides, she believed
in being polite.

Helen led Cecily upstairs, following the driver with her luggage.

"Rachel will be back tonight, otherwise she'd be here to greet
you herself. Until then I'm under strict instructions to make you
comfortable." Helen firmly kept Cecily's hand in hers, but didn't
tug. Despite her much greater height, she kept pace with her
charge. Cecily had been pulled along by enough adults to notice
its lack. And she relaxed slightly. "I suppose you think you're
going to be the only child here on the island? Am I right?"

"I guess so."

"Then I've got some good news. Rachel has a ward, just about your
age. Her name's Suzanne. And I've got a niece of my own visiting
this summer. Of course she won't be here for another few months
but still..."

Now they stopped in front of a door. Like the rest of the
hallway, it was carved from some kind of dark wood. The driver
already had it open and had deposited Cecily's luggage at the
foot of a four poster bed.

"Wow." Cecily barely spoke aloud but she had to say something.
"Is this my room?"

"Of course. Do you like it?"

"Uh-huh." It was the size of her parents' living room back in
Vancouver! Apart from the fact the bed was huge, there was also a
large window with seats built in. Releasing Helen's warm hand,
the little girl did a quick exploratory walk-thru. In moments she
discovered her own bathroom (with a bathtub the size of a
children's swimming pool) and a closet half the size of her old
bedroom! She turned back to Helen, now leaning against the
doorframe with a satisfied grin on her face.

"Wow!"

Helen laughed. "Yeah, I know. The whole house used to be a manor
in England. Rachel's grandfather had it brought over here and
reassembled when he bought the island." She took several steps to
Cecily, again dipping to one knew so they were face to face. In a
lower voice she said "I'm so glad you like it." And with that she
did something that surprised Cecily. With both hands she cupped
Cecily's faced and gently pulled her closer. Then she kissed her
on the lips.

It was not a very long kiss. At least not as long as those in
some movies Cecily had seen. But neither was it a peck. Rather
Helen pressed her own lips against Cecily's, pursing them
slightly. Not knowing what else to do, Cecily kissed back--and
Helen moaned very, very slightly in response. Breaking contact,
Helen gazed again into Cecily's face. If anything, this gaze was
even more intense than before. To Cecily, it reminded her of the
look other children had at the sight of some exotic or favorite
candy. When Helen spoke again, she little more than whispered.

"You're tired. I can tell."

"I am, a bit."

"Then you should rest." For the merest flash, the look on Helen's
face looked even more...hungry...than before. But it was over in
an instant. "Let me help you undress. You can take a nap."

"Okay."

Undressing took longer than Cecily was used to, not least because
Helen insisted on helping. And she was in no hurry. Besides,
every now and then her hands isibly trembled. Not when slipping
off a coat or helping her remove her shoes. But when she undid
the last few buttons of Cecily's dress, pushing it from her
shoulders and letting it fall, then Helen's hands shook more and
more. Once the tiny dress hit the floor, leaving the little girl
wearing nothing but panties and socks, Helen almost froze. Not
only did her hands shake, but Cecily could hear Helen's long,
deep breaths while she stared at the mostly naked torso before
her. Cecily didn't quite know how to react. The adult woman
looked almost hypnotised, doing nothing but taking in the sight
before her.

Such attention did seem like a compliment. In fact Cecily quite
liked the attention in a way. But the room was on the cool side.
After several long moments of Helen's hungry stare, Cecily could
feel her tiny nipples begin to goose pimple.

"...oh my..." Helen breathed at the sight.

Then Cecily actually shivered. Helen's attention suddenly
switched. "We need to get you under the covers." And with that,
She picked up the little girl and carried her to the bed.

Hands still trembling, although not as much, she quickly stripped
Cecily of her socks and panties. Cecily herself, even though
tired, noticed how Helen kept her eyes fixed on Cecily's
soon-nude body. To be honest, she felt flattered. But puzzled
too. For example, why did Helen give a little delighted gasp
after sliding off Cecily's panties? Why part her legs a little
afterwards, and stare for one intense moment at her hairless
crotch?

Still, the attention was sincere and made Cecily feel more than
welcome--she felt desired. Helen tucked the heavy blankets over
and around Cecily with care. Then she leaned over to the little
girl's face. One hand gently stroked Cecily's forehead, while she
whispered "You and I are going to be such friends. Such good
friends." And with that she kissed those little lips again, even
longer this time. Cecily kissed back, because it felt good and
because Helen seemed so nice. Helen didn't seem to want the kiss
to end. She finally did end it, though. And as she left the
bedroom, turning out the light, she said one last thing:

"My bedroom is two doors to your right. That's if you need to
find me."

And with that, and a smile, she left.

**************************

Cecily hadn't noticed the time when she went to bed. It had been
mid-afternoon but that's all she knew. When she woke up, the sky
in her window was red and fading. Dusk. So she must have slept a
least a few hours.

Slipping out of bed, Cecily noticed a full length mirror in the
corner. Curious, she walked up to it and looked at herself.
Helen's behavior had been nice, but a little odd. The way she'd
kept staring at Cecily's body! So now Cecily took a long look at
her naked form, trying to figure out what made Helen act the way
she did.

Nothing very unusual, at least so Cecily thought. She looked at
herself. Hardly any babyfat anymore. Dark brown hair cut to
collar-length (with no curls at all unfortunately). At least
there was nothing wrong with her skin. It was smooth and soft as
ever, except for her pink nipples, each the size of a nickel.
Since Cecily was alone, she did something she'd only recently
discovered. With thumb and forefinger, she lightly pinched each
nipple. The feeling she got was her reward--something like
scratching an itch but better--much! By pinching a little harder,
then twisting a little, she next felt a kind of slow-motion jolt
through her body.

After a few minutes of this, Cecily got dressed. She more-or-less
copied what Helen had been wearing before--a shirt and a pair of
jeans. To this she added a sweater. Once her shoes and socks were
on, she stepped out of her room into the hall.

Everything was silent. Cecily listened as hard as she could. Even
though she'd been made welcome (more importantly--she been made
to feel welcome), this was still a new, a strange place. She
remained alert.

That's how she came to hear a giggle. Not loud. Muffled, in fact.
But a giggle it was--of either a girl or woman. Curious, she
headed quietly down the hall to her right. She thought the sound
came from that direction.

And after barely a step, she remembered this was the way to
Helen's room. Two doors down. Stopping in front of that very
door, she took a quick look up and down the hallway. No one.
Nothing. Then...she listened again. As hard as she could.

"Ahhhhhh..." Barely more than a groan, and still muffled. Yet
louder than before.

Children livebat the mercy of giants who won't explain most of
their reasons for anything. So most if not all children learn
eavedropping and stealth very soon. In this Cecily was no
different. With no sound at all, she kneeled before Helen's door
and peered into the keyhole.

What she saw at first made no sense.

Helen lay in bed. From the pillow her copper hair lay in a
tangled mess around her face--and the expression on her face
matched. Her half-closed eyes looked glazed, her mouth giving
little smiling gasps. Cecily could clearly see she was naked, at
least from the waist up. Although she had realised Helen had
large breasts, Cecily was little startled at seeing them.
Especially like this--nipples erect and flushed red, moving up
and down in time with Helen's gasps, and with a gleam of sweat
over both.

But even more strange was Helen's right hand. Or more precisely,
what her right hand was doing. Because Helen was not alone in her
bed!

There was a naked little girl with her! Helen's hand was stroking
a pair of legs no larger than Cecily's own! Below those legs,
about where Helen's waist was, Cecily saw the bare bottom of a
little girl. The rest of her was out of sight, along with Helen's
lower half. Yet even what was visible of this unknown child
seemed to writhe with more-or-less the same rhythm as Helen's
body!

What was going on here?

As if to compound the mystery, Helen's hand reached lower. Her
own gasps were growing faster as she reached. "Yes...yes...!" she
was whispering between clenched teeth. And Helen's fingers went
all the way up the little girl's leg to her bottom. She dove her
fingers between the little girl's legs, rubbing...and the little
girl squirmed.

Then Helen, her face more and more flushed, did something very
strange. She started pushing her middle finger between the cheeks
of the little girl's bottom! And she didn't stop, but
continued...pushing deeper until Cecily was sure Helen had at
least half her finger inside the girl's ass! Even stranger, the
girl herself didn't move away (as Cecily certainly would have
done!) Instead, she seemed to brace her body and push back!

>From below Helen's waist, where Cecily couldn't see, came a
squeal--not of plain but delight. The redhaired young woman
smiled in response. She smiled, begining to thrust in and out of
the little openning her finger had violated.
"You...like...it...?" she asked in a low voice between her own
gasps. "Do you...want...more...?"

Less than a second later, Helen let out a long groan and arched
her back. With a throaty laugh, she pulled the tiny female beside
her. In one move, the little girl (whoever she was) lay on
Helen's stomach.

Remarkably, Helen's finger still pushed in and out of that tiny
bottom!

And her other hand, visibly trembling (like when she undressed
Cecily), reached below her first one. This was outside of
Cecily's vision so she couldn't tell what was happening. It
looked as though Helen was doing exactly the same thing, but this
time to the little girl's other hole!

But why? For that matter, why did the little girl's body buck and
tremble so? And why did Helen's face start to twist after a few
moments?

Now Helen's mouth dropped, but she didn't scream. Her lips curled
into a smile. Her eyes glazed, unseeing. Then a long deep moan
seemed to come from somewhere deep. Helen's entire body began to
buck, trembling more and more every second! As her head thrashed
from side to side, she kept making the strangest sounds--like she
was laughing and crying at the same time!

"Ohhhhhhh...yes! My angel! My...sweet...angel!"

With those words, she did the strangest thing yet. She grabbed
the little girl atop of her by the hips and pulled! At the same
time she pushed her head forward.

Helen was also pushing out her tongue! In just a moment, she'd
brought the little girl's crotch to her mouth! From the wet
lapping sounds that followed it was clear she was licking!

And the little girl, her honey-blonde hair and round face visible
at last, plainly liked this. That much was obvious from her
smile. Not to mention the way she kept pushing her bottom back
into Helen's face! And when Helen once again pushed her finger
inside the little girl's bottom, her eyes shot open in pleasure!
She let out the same kind of groan Helen had made.

Cecily stared hard. Was this Suzanne, her Aunt Rachel's ward? Did
Aunt Rachel know about...whatever this was? What WAS this? And
why was the little girl's...Suzanne's...mouth look so wet and
sticky? Maybe even more importantly, could it really feel as good
as these two seemed to think? The girl was literally jumping and
down against Helen's face! Soon she started yelling...

"Yes...Yes...YES!!!" Finally, Suzanne (if that was her name)
began shaking and bucking the same way Helen had. Her body
tensed, stiff and rigid. Then she let out a long deep sigh--and
collapsed.

Now both of them lay down exhausted, taking shuddering breaths.
As Cecily watched she even saw Helen plant a few kisses on the
inside of the little girl's legs.

Not long ones like she'd given Cecily. Just pecks really.

Cecily stood up. Her legs, she suddenly noticed, were starting to
cramp. Lest she be caught--and to get the blood circulating
again--Cecily quietly slipped down the hall. She'd begun to feel
hungry. Odds were the kitchen and/or dining room would be
downstairs--and someone to give her instructions on the way.

***********************

She was almost to the stairs when a sudden cramp bit into her
calf. Cecily quickly sat on a big chair in the hallway, rubbing
the affected spot. As she did so, an odd thought came to mind.
She remembered Helen's kisses. How they felt. What, she found
herself wondering, would they have felt like somewhere other than
her lips? Like the legs. Images of what she'd seen upstairs came
back to her. Had Helen really liked kissing that other girl so
very, very much? It seemed so, but Cecily had trouble imagining
why. Did she enjoy kissing Cecily? Well...yes, she seemed to. And
to be honest, Cecily had liked it too.

Did that mean Helen wanted to kiss her...there? And would Cecily
like it?

Rubbing her cramped leg, Cecily imagined for a moment what it
would be like if Helen was the one touching her leg. Of course
she didn't have to imagine it. This afternoon Helen had touched
her bare leg while undressing her.

Which brought another memory. How Helen had stared between
Cecily's legs after removing her panties. And then how she'd
licked the other girl there...

Quickly, Cecily stood up again and headed down the carpetted
steps. She hoped someone was around to tell her where the kitchen
was. If not, then she'd have to wait until Helen came out of her
bedroom. Or...Cecily herself would have to go get her. But
then...

Cecily didn't go any further imagining what would happen then.
She simply made her around the ground floor of the mansion. It
was just as luxurious and comfortable as it had looked on the
outside. The floors were either hardwood or richly carpetted.
Every stick of furniture was equally beautiful and comfortable.
Cecily didn't yet know how unusual a combination that was. Yet
she found no one...at least at first.

After what must have been half an hour, she heard the front door
open. Thinking at last she'd have some help, Cecily made for the
hallway. Unused to the house, it took her a little longer than
needed. When she arrived, a tall woman with almost black hair was
taking off her coat. Hazel eyes inside a heart-shaped face gazed
at her, while a perfect mouth beamed in welcome.

"Cecily?"

"...Yes?" She now had an idea who this beautiful stranger must
be.

Without a moment's hesitation, Rachel Westbrook (for that's who
it was) reached out and picked up her eight-year-old niece.
Although slender, she proved remarkably strong, lifting the girl
easily. For the second time today Cecily found herself on the
receiving end of a long hug from a lovely older woman. This time,
though, her Aunt Rachel swung her round in a circle. They came to
rest next to one of Convent House's large chairs. Cecily was a
little startled as she was put down, standing, on the chair. Few
adults tolerated standing on furniture.

This one did, though. Sheathed in black, this beautiful woman in
her thirties gazed with loving eyes on Cecily. Not fake loving,
like most relatives who just met you and had to say something
nice. Instead her eyes seemed to drink in Cecily, with a a
radiant smile at what she saw.

"I'm your Aunt Rachel! You probably figured that out?"

Cecily nodded. And smiled back. She already liked her aunt. A
lot.

Now Rachel cocked her head to one side. She lifted an eyebrow.
"Well...welcome. You've no idea how much I looked forward to
this. Really." Slipping her hands behind Cecily's back, gently
pulling the little girl toward her. "Do me a favor?"

"Uh...sure." Cecily wasn't sure what was happening.

"You're positive?"

"Yeah."

"Then..." and now the two of them were almost nose to nose. Aunt
Rachel had a smile that seemed delighted, and friendly and sly
all at the same time. She fixed her eyes directly into Cecily's
as she spoke. "Give your Aunt a kiss?"

With that, she brought her lips to Cecily's. It didn't surprise
the little girl, not this time. Besides, she'd been thinking
about kisses. And in truth she liked it. What did surprise her
was how long it lasted. Rachel simply didn't let it end. Instead
she wrapped one arm around Cecily's waist, with the other hand
gently cradling her head from behind. Actually, it felt...good.

But Cecily was very surprised to feel her Aunt's tongue against
her lips. Just a flick really. At first. Then another. Next came
a longer, firmer pressure both warm and wet. Rachel's mouth was
now definitely open, her tongue pressing to open Cecily's.

After a few moments, Cecily parted her lips...and their two
tongues touched for the first time.

Part 2

"A NEW LIFE BEGINS..."

Aunt Rachel was more than beautiful. More than kind. Even more
than a great dresser. She turned out to be a great cook.

She served Cecily dinner with flourish--the dining room looked
like something out of a movie. The meal itself was strips of
steak, marinated with teriyaki sauce over a bed of rice. With
that was a caraf of soda. And a final detail was to eat by
candlelight.

Cecily found herself entranced. Within ten minutes or so every
trace of discomfort she'd been feeling evaporated. Gone was her
cranky tiredness from the plane trip. Banished were feelings of
abandonment in the wake of her parents' divorce. Vanished too was
almost all the intimidation she'd experienced at moving to a
mansion three thousand miles from home to live with an unknown
Aunt.

It didn't hurt, of course, that Aunt Rachel was the most
beautiful woman Cecily had ever seen.

"So tell me, Cecily," she asked as they ate together, "what sort
of things do you like to do?"

"Well, I like swimming. And watching movies. I like to read,
too."

"Good. When its warm the lake is perfect for swimming. I've got
plenty of movies on tape here. And have you seen the library
yet?"

"I peaked in a little while ago. I was looking for somebody."

"Who?"

"Anybody. Isn't there anyone else here?"

"Not on weekends, darling." Again she flashed Cecily with a
spectacular smile. The little girl felt the beginning of
goosebumps. "Several maids and others spend their days here, but
not at night. That's private time. For me and anyone who lives
here. Same for weekends. But don't worry, there're several little
girls from town who spend time here as guests. That way you won't
be lonely. Besides, there's Suzanne, my ward. Have you met her?"

"Not yet." Unbidden, images of the little girl she assumed to be
Suzanne came to mind. Cecily remembered her nearly inaudible
cries of pleasure as she writhed naked atop Helen, Aunt Rachel's
assistant.

"But you've met Helen, my assistant?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Want to know a secret? When Helen was your age, I was her
babysitter."

"Really? That must have been a long time ago."

"Yes," Rachel nodded, "almost twelve years. And before that, her
mother used to babysit me. She visits now and then. You'll get to
meet her. We're all of us very close."

The way she said that last, with what seemed to Cecily a
secretive but delighted smile, made the girl think of the
eavesdropped scene from earlier. Not really knowing what to do
with that knowledge, or the odd feelings it stirred in her, she
sipped her soda.

"I'm so glad you like to read, Cecily. That pretty much makes up
my mind about something."

"What?"

"A governess. You see, Suzanne and her friends need an education.
So do you. But I'd hate to break up the household at all by
sending you or Suzanne to school. The local government school
doesn't impress me, really. For some reason there aren't many
children in town, with most of those going the Catholic school in
the next town. So...I've pretty much decided to hire a governess.
You know what that is?"

"Kinda a private teacher?"

"Exactly! A private teacher. For you and Suzanne mostly, so I
think you and she should help me choose her."

Cecily blinked. Aunt Rachel wanted her to help choose her own
teacher!

"Uh...okay!"

"Good!" With that, the lovely older woman reached over kissed her
niece on the lips. Not a long, lingering kiss like that with
which she'd greeted her--this was more like a peck. Still, Cecily
liked it. The eight-year-old broke into her own smile. Already
she loved her Aunt.

********************

Breakfast the next morning was as puzzling as it was fun.

The night before Cecily had stayed up with Aunt Rachel for a long
time, listening to stories of how Convent House had been built on
the foundation of a burned-down convent (hence its name). After
becoming extremely rich in World War Two, Rachel's grandfather
had had it brought over here to Nova Scotia. The entire island
and most of land surrounding had been left to Rachel (his
favorite grandchild) when he'd died seven years ago. Eventually,
Cecily had almost fallen asleep in her Aunt's lap, waking enough
to realise she was being carried back to her bedroom.

For the second time in one day, she'd been undressed by someone
else. Unlike Helen, however, Aunt Rachel liked running her hands
across Cecily's skin. As a result, the little girl ended up even
more relaxed, yet somehow also stirred up. Several times her Aunt
had brushed fingertips against Cecily's tiny nipples, causing
childish gasps. And the circles she'd traced on her niece's
bottom and back legs had almost (but not quite) tickled. Just
before leaving, Rachel had given Cecily another of her
kisses--the long ones where their tongues touched. The little
girl slept very well, sure she'd had pleasant dreams but unable
to remember any.

Helen was also at breakfast, as was the honey-blonde girl Cecily
had spied her with the night before. Yes, this was Suzanne. Aunt
Rachel introduced her. Cecily learned the other girl was seven,
and had a quiet but cheerful personality. The four of them sat in
a square, enjoying a meal of french toast with berry syrup.
Delicious.

Yet a couple of things happened Cecily didn't quite know what to
make of.

For example, Helen sat next to her. During the meal, she
evidently slipped off her sandals because several times her bare
foot came into contact with Cecily's equally bare calf. Nor was
this an accident. She ran the front of her foot down the length
of Cecily's lower leg not once or twice but several times. It
didn't feel unpleasant. On the contrary. The sensation even
reminded her a little of Aunt Rachel's hands the night before.

Aunt Rachel herself did something even stranger. Suzanne (who,
even with a little baby fat was still very pretty, Cecily had to
admit) got some of the syrup on her face. Laughing, Rachel
mentioned it and told her ward to come here.

Without a moment's hesitation, Suzanne had done so. She hopped
into the older woman's lap into a welcoming hug. Then, Aunt
Rachel had slowly licked the syrup off the little girl's face,
Suzanne herself smiling all the time.

Cecily couldn't help staring. Not even the stroke of Helen's foot
against her naked leg distracted her. And as Aunt Rachel's tongue
reached Suzanne's lips, the other child opened her mouth. The two
of them kissed, a little girl held in the arms of the woman, her
short arms around the latter's neck.

A stab of jealousy went through Cecily's heart. Confused, she
looked at Helen. The redhead, gazing on the same scene with a
tiny smile, noticed Cecily's look. Her expression changed to one
of...sympathy? Then she leaned over to run hand through Cecily's
brown hair. Her hand then traced a path down Cecily's cheek, her
shoulder and arm, eventually taking hold of her hand. With just a
gentle pressure she made it clear what she wanted. At first a
little hesitant, Cecily did get up and approach her. Helen's arms
came up and embraced the child in a hug. Again, Cecily felt the
head of the red-haired young woman's body.

With one hand she pushed strands of hair from Cecily's ear. Her
lips were so close she only had to whisper...

"Don't worry. Rachel loves you, too."

Cecily did feel a little better at this. Helen's comfort was
welcome, as were her next scarcely audible words.

"What's more...so do I."

Helen's tongue reached out and grazed the inside of Cecily ear.
Uncontrollably, the little girl shuddered. This was a sensation
she'd never had before! It was so intense! Yet...she liked it.
She even wanted Helen to do it again. Much to her frustration,
though, she didn't. Instead, she pulled back and put her forehead
against Cecily's. The two of them were now literally nose to
nose. With a smile, she winked at the preteen girl.

By now Cecily saw Suzanne had returned to her seat. Nervously,
Cecily looked at her beautiful Aunt Rachel--only to see her
wonderful smile. And a very friendly wink.

*******************

Most of the rest of the day was spent exploring Convent House. To
Cecily the place seemed full of nothing but comfort and luxury.
Apart from the sheer size of the place, there were paintings in
nearly every room. Virtually all the larger rooms had at least
one sofa, huge things that could have let several adults sleep on
them. Stained glass windows dotted the walls. And Cecily counted
five working firplaces!

The attic was something of a surprise. First of all, it was
clean. And it lacked the piles and piles of interesting junk
Cecily associated with attics. Instead, one end of the very long
room seemed held piles of large pillows. They rested on a thick
shag carpet maybe twenty five feet long. Special lights on the
ceiling aimed at that end--remarkably bright ones. Here also were
several closets that were locked. Oddly enough, the attic even
had its own bathroom.

At least ten guest bedrooms were available. There was a game
room. And a study with a floor-to-ceiling aquarium.

Nearly half the day was spent with Suzanne, who turned out to
have quite a talent for not answering questions. Plenty she did
answer. Like how she'd been in a government orphanage until half
a year ago. How Rachel and Helen had chosen her out of all the
other girls. She was also eager to show off fun niches and
shortcuts around the house. But certain subjects got no reply.
The attic, for example. When Cecily asked about the locked doors,
the special lights, most of all what it was all used for, she'd
say nothing. Or she'd give a little giggle before running off.

********************

But she didn't go outside very much that day. Clouds were
gathering, and by mid-afternoon the sky had begun to rain.

It was after another wonderfull dinner (mushrooms stuffed with
cheese and crab meat) that all four watched a movie together.
Again Cecily was startled, because this was rated "R." Her own
parents were extremely strict about what she could see. She
hadn't even been allowed to watch TV unless one of them was
present. Now Aunt Rachel calmly put a tape in the machine, a
lusciously filmed story about a school teacher and a cowgirl in
Las Vegas. As the movie proceeded, Cecily began to get the idea
these two women wanted to do whatever-it-was Suzanne and Helen
had been doing the night before. Sneaking a peak, she noted how
the other little girl and Helen sat very close to each other.
During certain scenes, the two of them would share looks.

Meanwhile, Cecily herself now and then would feel her beautiful
Aunt's hand stroke her hair. She looked forward to those times.

It didn't seem terribly late when the movie ended. Aunt Rachel
now insisted it was time for bed. Cecily, not really tired at
all, objected. Her Aunt quietly put her foot down. Time for
sleep. For everyone. Suzanne didn't make a fuss, but kissed
Rachel (a peck only) on the cheek before heading upstairs. Helen
called up and said she'd tuck her in, then winked. Were they
going to do it again?

Aunt Rachel walked Cecily up to her room. She once again
undressed her, taking plenty of time and letting her smooth hands
slide over the pubescent's skin. It became clear she expected
Cecily to sleep naked.

"Don't you want me to wear pajamas?"

"Well...I admit. I'm a little prejudiced. You see, I can't bear
to sleep wearing anything. Don't you prefer the feel of the
sheets?" She said this last with another dazzling smile.

"I guess." Actually it felt funny to sleep with nothing on. Not
bad, just...funny.

"Then give me a good night kiss."

Cecily perked up. Already this was one of her favorite things
here. Nor did her Aunt disappoint. She curled up next to Cecily,
her beautiful face looming over the supine child. One hand
reached up, tilting her chin. Then her lips descended to
Cecily's, until they touched. Both lips parted, and their tongues
reached out--Rachel's with skill, Cecily's with little more than
enthusiasm. And the kiss went on. For what seemed like many long
minutes, the older woman and little girl tasted each others'
mouths. Rachel gently teased her niece, running the tip of her
tongue against Cecily's, at times gently sucking and other times
almost biting the child's lip. It was a heavenly time, however
long it lasted. And if Cecily couldn't help giggling a few times,
her Aunt Rachel usually joined in.

It ended much too soon. Aunt Rachel eventually got up off the
bed, turned out the light, and left with a whispered "Good
Night." Cecily stayed awake for a slice of forever after that.
She wasn't sure what she wanted exactly, but for Aunt Rachel to
stay was definitely part of it. And then? In all honesty, she
didn't know. Not really. Speculating on what she wanted, Cecily
fell asleep.

********************

A light woke her. It was her bedroom door swinging open. Light
from the hallway spilled inside. Not for long, though. Soon the
door was shut again, and Cecily, barely awake enough to know what
had just happened, didn't know who was here with her.

Until Aunt Rachel switched on a small, rose-colored lamp near the
door. The result was enough light for Cecily to see. One of the
things she saw was what her Aunt Rachel wore--a transluscent
black robe. And underneath it was nothing. Even more than Helen,
it turned out, Rachel's figure was like an hourglass. In the dim
light her pale skin almost glowed. Cecily almost forgot to
breathe as this vision walked towards her.

"Cecily?" Her voice was a whisper. The little girl's eyes were
huge. When she replied, she could barely hear herself.

"Yes?"

Now beside the bed, Aunt Rachel openned her robe. Cecily drank in
the sight. The older woman's body seemed flawless. Muscles
rippled underneath skin without blemish. Perfectly shaped breasts
jutted out with hardly a sag. As her robe fell to the floor,
Rachel revealed still more details of her nude form. Now Cecily
noticed her Aunt's erect nipples, a much deeper pink than the
rest of her body. And below her waist, Rachel's hair was trimmed
into a dark triangle.

"Cecily...I love you." As she said it, she pulled back the
blankets covering the little girl. "I love you...so much..." Now
she began to slip into the bed. "Do you love me?"

"Yes!" Cecily didn't even have to think. "Yes, I do!'

Rachel's answering smile was the biggest one Cecily had seen. Her
hand reached out to cup Cecily's face, bending down to give her
another kiss. The little girl eagerly kissed back. More, her
Aunt's arms encirled her as their lips touched, then parted.
While a grown woman's tongue began to play with a child's, her
hand also began to stroke Cecily's naked body.

If Cecily had been a cat, she would have purred. Every touch from
her beautiful Aunt was heaven. Even when her fingers almost
tickled--running along her sides, or across her belly--Cecily
welcomed them.

The night had a chill. Rachel's body heat was better than any
blanket. As the older woman's hands continued to roam, Cecily's
body began to move a little in response. When Rachel's fingers
began to run their tips across her nipples, over and over again,
Cecily actually writhed. This...almost hurt! But it also felt
good, so good. She was reminded of when she'd had to take off a
scab--the same intense hurting pleasure that seemed to build.
With her thumb and forefinger Rachel now held the tiny nipple,
pulling gently. Then she twisted ever so slightly...and was
rewarded with a shudder from the preteen in her arms. One thumb
began a growing strum against that nipple, with a rhythm designed
to heighten every sensation. And it did. In less than a minute
Cecily uttered a small whine into her Aunt's kissing mouth.

Pulling away, Rachel whispered. "Does it hurt?" She didn't stop
her strumming.

"...No...it doesn't...OOOOOOO..." Now Cecily almost writhed under
her Aunt's touch. Rachel leaned down and ran her tongue along the
delightful ear of her luscious niece.

"More?"

Her answer was a vigourous nod. Cecily's eyes were blinking, her
breath beginning to grow ragged. Rachel fastened her mouth over
the little girl's other nipple. And her prepubescent niece
gasped!

The little girl had had no idea! All of a sudden she couldn't
think of anything else, wasn't aware of anything else. Wet heat
was suckling against her breast, with an experienced tongue
drumming against her nipple...teasing it, lapping at it. Every
move sent a tiny electric jolt through her body.

Just when Cecily thought it had grown unbearable, Aunt Rachel
used her teeth to hold the nipple in place. Cecily had barely a
moment to be afraid before Rachel used the tip of her tongue to
slap her nipple's tip. Not once or twice but constantly, like an
electric fan. And as she did it, her jaw couldn't help but move.
The result was a gently biting motion into Cecily's tender flesh.

And Cecily almost screamed! Not with pain, but joy! Eyes shut
tight, she gasped for air in between surprisingly deep moans.
This wonderful! And terrible! Both! She didn't want it to end.
And it didn't end, not for what seemed like forever...and as it
did end, Cecily noticed her Aunt was now doing something else.

Rachel's fingers were now between Cecily's legs, stroking against
the tiny slit there. And it felt good. In many ways it felt
better than what her Aunt had been doing before. For some reason
her slit was moist. More than moist. Wet. And as her older
woman's fingers stroked there, Cecily's openning got wetter
still.

The sensation was like scratching an itch. Only more powerful
than that. Deeper. Unlike an itch, it didn't go away. No, the
feelings were growing stronger. Wonderful feelings.

She became aware of a face above hers. Aunt Rachel, gazing down
on her with love...and something that reminded Cecily of hunger.
But as Cecily began to breath faster, even whimpering at these
glorious new feelings, her Aunt smiled. She kissed the little
girl, who frantically kissed back, almost sucking on Rachel's
tongue as her body began to writhe more intensely.

By now Aunt Rachel herself was making deep groans.

Although Cecily wanted to go on kissing, she couldn't. She needed
to suck the air into her tiny lungs while starting to buck
against Rachel's probing, stroking fingers. With one arm Rachel
held the little girl, while the fingers of her other hand moved
faster and faster. From a distance, Cecily could hear the
half-gasped words "...yes...Yes...YES!" but wasn't sure if she
was saying them, or her Aunt Rachel, or both. Weirdly (but
delightfully) Cecily felt her body grow feverish with heat, yet
at the same time break out in goosepimples!

Then...her body bucked uncontrollably. As her mouth dropped open
and she let out a deep yell, Cecily's eyes shut tight--yet she
could see white! What she'd felt before nothing compared to this!
It was as if someone had plugged her cunny into a power
socket...and waves of scraping joy had poured into her little
body! Almost outside herself she felt her muscles clench, making
her arms and legs stiff as wood. Even her back arched,
half-lifting herself off the bed! But all that was no more than
details, ignored if not so unusual, before the sensations that
swept through Cecily. Quite simply, for those moments she felt
swallowed by raw pleasure.

And as she slowly returned to herself, almost waking up again as
Aunt Rachel stroked her hair and rained kisses on her cheeks and
shoulders, Cecily realised something. It was a startling thing to
know, and a remarkably mature one. But then Cecily had always
been a bright, precocious child.

She knew in her bones she'd done anything to feel these
sensations again.

Anything.