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Archive name: aunt.txt (Fg, inc, ped, 1st-lesbian expr)
Authors name: Miss Julian (angeljulian8@hotmail.com)
Story title : Aunt Ellen and Julie

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Aunt Ellen and Julie (F/g, inc, ped, 1st-lesbian expr) 
by Miss Julian (angeljulian8@hotmail.com)

***

Young Julie has a terrible secret. She's in love with her 
Aunt. But when her beloved aunt finds out, Julie finds 
Aunt Ellen has her own little secret.

***

I've had feelings for my Beloved Aunt Ellen sense I was 
nine years old but it wasn't until I was thirteen that I 
realized that I didn't love her the way a niece is 
suppose to love her aunt.

I hated myself for all the fantasies I longed to act out 
with her, I was utterly ashamed for all the dreams that 
made me moan in my sleep. Now I'm eighteen and 
desperately in love with her. 
 
Two months ago my mom's boyfriend beat me up. He left 
burses up and down my side from when he had thrown me to 
the ground and kicked me over and over. I called the cops 
but before they arrived my mom's boyfriend confronted me 
with another assaulting surprise.

He revealed to me that he had one of my diary from my 
nine-year collection. He pigheadedly declared if I 
pressed charges against him he'd Xerox the most self-
incriminating pages and give them to my family and 
friends. 

I hated him more then ever but when I thought of my 
secret being revealed and the respect my family would 
loose for me and the humiliation I would endure I agreed. 

When word got out that I had bean beaten, Aunt Ellen 
called me up to invite me over. It was the day after my 
attack and I was missing her more then ever. She was so 
comforting and protective. She wanted to "Hospitalize 
that Jack ass with a crow bar." I smiled secretly knowing 
she was perfectly capable of avenging my assault." 

I lived with my aunt for two weeks. I luuuuuved it! 
Though my aunt's love for me was plutonic it was easy for 
to make believe we were lovers do to the fact that she's 
overly affectionate. She would do things such as walk 
around the house nude wrestle me on the bed when I was 
only wearing my skimpy white lingerie dress.

I would struggle but she would always over power me and 
tickle me until I exploded with laughter and begged her 
to stop. She'd also lean over me in bed and kiss my lips 
quickly but so tenderly. 

We hung out with her friends we went out to the beach and 
fancy restraints. I was having the time of my life but 
every once in a while she'd try and learn from me what I 
was being blackmailed with.

One night in her room she said to me that I couldn't live 
in fear of him, I had to take back the control he had 
over me. Trying to keep the conversation from being so 
serious I asked playfully, "Are you sure your not just 
saying that so I'll tell you my secret?"

She looked offended and said, "Julie, you know I just 
want what's best for you. What will you do if beats you 
up again? Will you still just let him get away with it?" 

I shrugged and replied hesitantly, "I don't think he will 
again."

She placed her hand on my shoulder and replied lovingly, 
"You don't know that. Please just tell me what your 
secret is, I'm worried about you."

I wrapped my arms around myself and replied in a torn 
voice, "I want to tell you. But I just can't."

Aunt Ellen sighed, "What ever your secret is I'll love 
you just the same." 

I didn't answer. So she went on, "Did you hurt someone?" 

I shook my head and she continued to try and guess my 
secret.

"Are you gay?"

I shook my head again, this time in a lie. 

She thought a moment then asked, "Are you a prostitute?" 

"No!" I said. "I told you I'm virgin." I felt my throat 
tighten with the sorrow that was waiting to make itself 
heard.

She rubbed my shoulder and cooed, "Oh Julie I'm sorry. I 
know you're a virgin... Hmmm I can see I'm making you 
uncomfortable so I'll just drop it... For now."

I let out a tiny giggle I couldn't control then turned to 
her and smiled. I stood up and said, "I'm gonna take a 
shower before bed." 

She smiled at me and nodded.

The hot shower was relaxing and invigorating. I lathered 
my body all over. I massaged conditioner into my blond 
hair to get it as silky as possible. Then I stepped under 
the seamy cascade to rinse it all away. It felt so good 
that I had to touch myself. I leaned against the wet wall 
and began foundling my clit.

Thinking of Aunt Ellen I teased my nipples and continued 
to work myself biting my lip to keep from moaning. I 
imagined Aunt Victoria's strong hands caressing me and 
her tone beautiful body pressed against mine as I gazed 
longingly into her hazel green eyes and slipped my hands 
into her dark hair. 

Suddenly like always I started to feel dirty and like 
always I couldn't finish. Maybe it was because the 
sensations were too intense but for some reason I've 
never been able to achieve orgasm. Feeling a little 
pathetic and incomplete I got out and dresses for bed. 

I looked myself over critically in the full-length 
bathroom mirror. I looked like such a kid. My blue eyes 
had such an innocent naivet‚ to them. And my blond hair 
hung so plainly on my shoulders. My practically 
nonexistent breast were little more then an A cup and my 
thin body had hardly any curves. Still I've been told I'm 
gorges but mostly by twelve-year-old boys and dirty old 
men. Sighing I slipped into my lingerie dress. When I 
walked into aunt Victoria's bedroom what I saw shocked 
me. 

Aunt Ellen was standing in front of her bed holding my 
new diary, which I had bean righting in sense I got to 
her house. "What are you doing!" I demanded. She looked 
at me sternly and answered, "You know I love you. But I 
have to know." 

I felt betrayed yet slightly enthralled with the 
possibility of her finally knowing my forbidden love for 
her. I rushed at her and foolishly tried to seize it from 
her hand. She raised it out of my reach, grabbed my 
wrist, instantly twisting it behind my back and tossed me 
face down onto the bed. I rolled over to glare up at her. 
I knew I was no match for her physically. 

She looked down at me and said totally calmly, "Please 
don't make me read it from your diary. Let me hear from 
you. Just tell me, what is he blackmailing you with?" 
 
I shook my head and said angrily, "You have no right to 
do this to me." She eyed me and replied, "Maybe I don't. 
But that wont stop me." She opened my diary and began to 
read to herself.

"No!" I yelled I sprang up and managed to get it away 
from her. Of course there was no were for me to run I 
dropped my diary between the crack of the bed and the 
wall. She didn't try and stop it. It was me she was 
reaching for. She pinned me down on my back, straddling 
my sides in her kneeling position and holding my wrists 
to the bed. I froze and started to tremble a little with 
the fear of being in this position with her. She leaned 
down on me so she could reach for my diary. 

I started throbbing between my legs. her breast pressed 
against mine and I was seized with desire. I hated myself 
more then ever. I felt their tears tingle at my eyes and 
felt her breath at my neck. I heard my diary scrape 
against the floor. I was just about to loose the person I 
loved most in the world. Beginning to cry I pleaded in a 
whimper, "Aunt Victoria, Please don't do this." 

She pulled back a little to look at me. She saw that I 
was crying and whispered, "Shhh, it's ok." With her free 
hand she cleared my tears and kissed my lips tenderly in 
that fleeting way she always did. She repositioned both 
her hands on me, this time gripping my shoulders tightly. 
Then she said in a very matter of fact tone, "You have to 
tell me." I felt defenseless and miserable and before I 
knew it the words were slipping from my lips in a torn 
heart broken way, "I'm in love with you." 

I couldn't believe I had just told her. She stared down 
at me in shock, completely speechless. With renewed 
sorrow I cried, "I'm so sorry." 

She blinked and uttered, "No, you have no reason to be 
sorry. I'm the one who forced you to tell me. But I know 
just how to make it up to you." She kissed me again a 
little longer then ever before. She began to Repositioned 
herself between my thighs. She whispered hotly next to my 
ear "Spread your legs."

My voice quivering I asked, "Why?"

She gave a low murmuring laugh and responded in a sexy 
voice, "So I can kneel between them."

My heart started pounding. I couldn't believe she was 
about to be sexual with me. Hesitantly I parted my legs 
and she kneeled between them. She looked my body over in 
a sensual appraise. She reached down and ripped open my 
snap button shirt to reveal my bare breast. I gasped my 
heart pounding and my body now visibly trembling. I 
looked up at her with all the love in my heart. She 
smiled back at me and leaned down against me to nuzzle 
into my breast. Nameless fear slowly crept into me. I 
felt out of place. 

I felt like I did as a child where I wanted to hide from 
my mom's perverted boyfriend. Yet this was the woman I'm 
in love with whom I trust with my life. I started 
trembling noticeably. Aunt Ellen kissed the top curve of 
my petite breast as I swooned under the ecstasy that 
defied my fear. 

She parted her lips and drew my nipple into her mouth. 
She sucked hard and I cried out in a moan. She teased my 
other nipple with several firm pinches and I went wild 
with pleasure. My heart quickened and the throbbing 
between my legs grew stronger then ever. Then almost 
involuntarily I whispered breathlessly, "I love you." 

As if in response she sucked my nipple even harder and 
pinched me almost painfully. I moaned uncontrollably 
tossing my head. I could tell she was really enjoying my 
sensitivity. 

Yet I felt a little rushed and I wished she'd slow it 
down a little so she could caress me and tell me she 
loved me. Suddenly she reached for the sheet from the 
unmade bed and demanded, "Give me your wrists."

I gazed up at her. My lower lip quivered for a moment. I 
was going to refuse but I wanted so badly to be good for 
her so I offered her my wrists and she bound them 
together tightly and then tied the sheet to the bed 
frame. With my body tense and my wrist restrained above 
my head I wondered what she would do to me next. She 
looked at me with a devastatingly wicked smile as if she 
recognized my fear and uncertainty. 

But despite my fear I wanted her more then I can say. 

I was in sheer rapture that she was so close and pasha 
net with me. She bowed down and started kissing my lips. 
I kissed her back tenderly but only barely parting my 
lips to her.

 I felt her grab the inside of my thigh and I moaned yet 
I still denied her tong into my mouth. She crept her hand 
into my panties and touched the outer cheeks of my 
privet. I began running my feet up and down against the 
bed. A terrible panic griped me. I wanted desperately to 
stop. 

Then I felt an unbearable pleasure of her finger pressing 
into the hood of my clitoris. I moaned with overwhelming 
pleasure opening my mouth to her in a cry as she slipped 
her tong in deeply writhing over my tong. She pressed her 
fingers against me more firmly rubbing me in little 
circles. It felt SO good. 

I needed to hold her and for her to hold me. I tugged my 
wrists at the sheet that kept me restrained She quickened 
her fingers and I struggled helplessly groaning non-stop. 
A spasm past through me as the ecstasy built and I arched 
my back. She bit my neck and said teasingly, "My God Your 
already about to cum." 

I cried out under the command of her massaging skilled 
fingers. I felt I die if she stopped. She remarked hotly, 
"Let me penetrate you."

Somehow I managed to form the words, "I can't."

Then she just stopped. Completely removing her hand from 
me. I cried out in sexual frustration, pleading, "Please 
don't stop."

Aunt Victoria looked down at me unmercifully. Reaching 
back to my private to just lightly tease the most 
sensitive part of me. I felt enslaved. She whispered 
passionately next to my lips, "I'll finish you lovely, IF 
you let me use a toy on you." 

The throbbing between my legs grew into a extreme longing 
ache inside of me. I leaned forward slightly to try and 
kiss her lips but she drew back. I groaned in a whimper. 
With her head down and her eyes looking into mine she 
asked, "Are you ready for that?"

I tried to answer clearly but she pinched my clit in a 
firm tug and I cried out, "Yes!"

She grinned and climbed off of me. She sat on the edge of 
the bed and tuned off the lamp, which provided the only 
illumination of the room. In the darkness I heard a box 
slide out from under her bed. The knowledge of what was 
in the box set my heart in rapid motion. I had snuck a 
peek at her collection a few times and knew there was an 
assorted variety of strap-ons. They looked almost 
freakishly large but then again the only real penises 
I've ever seen have been on streaking babies. The largest 
strap-on had a clit stimulator for the wearer. 

I heard her slipping one of them on. I then felt her hand 
on my sides as she slipped my panties down my legs and 
tossed them to the floor. I felt her climb back on top of 
me kissing me passionately. Supporting herself with one 
hand she reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp 
onto the first dim setting. 

Her beautiful face and strong shoulder were lit in a soft 
amber glow. She rubbed the inside of my stiff thighs and 
remarked with amusement, "Your so tense. Relax for me." 

I took a shaky breath and smiled up at her as I felt 
myself blush.

She smiled back at me then leaned down and started 
kissing my neck. Shyly I asked, "Aunt Ellen? Can I see it 
first?" 

She giggled nymphishly on my neck moving down to my 
breast, "Why? Are you afraid I'll hurt you?"

I took a moment before I emitted in a swoon, "Yes." 

Pain wasn't my only fear. Being so vulnerable and under 
her command frightened me as well. I had been fantasying 
about this for years and now that it was finally 
happening I was filled with dread, which was subsided, 
only by my own ramped desire and her insistence. I felt 
my own juices start to trickle out of me.

She streaked my face and looked into my eyes telling me 
in a loving voice, "Don't worry. It only hurts at first." 

She kissed my forehead. I felt the tip of the large fake 
penis press against my virgin opening. Hurriedly I 
pleaded, "Wait, I..."

She ignored me and thrust the thing into me deeply.

I screamed it hurt so much. She slapped her hand over my 
mouth. The pain was so delicious I thought I'd die. She 
pulled out only to slam into me again. Then I did 
something that left me feeling so helpless. I began to 
cry. The tears slipped from eyes and I whimpered so 
softly but with such devastation.

I threw back my head from her hand and begged 
desperately, trying to free my wrists, "Please! Be gentle 
with me."
 
She looked at me with concern, seeing I was crying. She 
bowed down and kissed my lips again breathing almost as 
heavily as me. She abided my plea by using les force. 

Then all that was left was the pleasure. I moaned 
uncontrollably with each of her thrust. I needed her more 
then anything. I felt such love for her. Her firm body 
pressed against me heavily, her bare breast heaving 
against mine sent me into even deeper rapture. She let 
out a cry of pleasure. And I felt even more engulfed 
knowing we were both in bliss. 

The pleasure grew even stronger and my body convulsed 
against her. I could hardly bare it my arms strained on 
the sheet cuffs as I shrieked and moaned. Aunt Ellen 
started thrusting into me harder and faster. I arched my 
back crying out in tormenting desire, "You're hurting 
me!"

Trying not to moan Aunt Ellen told me in a deep raptures 
voice, "You can take it."

She penetrated the hard extended rod deep inside of me as 
far as it would go with each plunge. Over and Over. 
Harder each time pushing me up the bed. The heat flooded 
my face. 

The pleasure lifted me reaching an ultimate high and I 
felt swept away carried light years away from every 
thing, except aunt Ellen. She was there and she would 
never let me fall. I peeked in rush of ultimate physical 
gratification. 

She held the thing inside me and the tiny muscles within 
me squeezed down on it. She let out one last long groan 
as I did. I tingled to the tips of my fingers feeling 
completely spent. She collapsed on top of me trembling as 
badly as I first had. she removed her strap-on. As I 
caught my breath she untied me. 

The instant I was freed I sat up right and threw my arms 
around her, declaring, "Oh Aunt Ellen, I love you! I love 
you!" 

She stroked my hair and said tenderly, "I love you too." 

She laid me back down and cuddled beside me. She pulled 
the cool sheet over our heated bodies. She snuggled 
against me making me feel so protected and loved. I felt 
nothing could ever hurt me. She kissed my hand and I told 
her in a total state of bliss, "I love you more then 
anyone else, I'm so glad you were my first."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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