There is a mixture of reality and fantasy in this story. Much of my Literotica writing comes from the fact that I do have a personal bisexual history, although not active realtime now, except in my mind and occasionally on a chat. I also have a realtime niece who is not of the same age as the one in this story. She and her family really did visit, and some of the events are true, some enhanced, some only in my dreams. I'll let you guess which.
Part of the joy of having a vacation cabin on a lake in the woods is the ability to live a more relaxed lifestyle. That includes swimming naked sometimes, when there isn't a boat right offshore. Our cabin happens to be on a lot large enough and forested enough that neighbors on either side can't really see our dock and swimming area very well. It is a bit of a risk, but then, what's life without a bit of a risk? Sunbathing naked on the shore area of the dock is also a treat, if only for the daring feeling one gets, as well as the "allover tan" that I enjoy.
I'm Aunt Leslie. I'm 38, and married, and have developed a very open mind about my erotic feelings. That all began when I was in high school... well... before that, actually, but that was with boys. Junior high boys are soooo easy, and were so much fun to begin the exploring parts of my hormone burst. A few years later, two of my friends and I discovered how much fun and how totally erotic other girls can be. To this day I've never come out to my parents or my older sister, who is much more conservative than I am. My older brother knows, but he's always been a close pal, and since it hasn't been part of my realtime life since married, it's all sort of in the background now.
But well in the foreground, in my mind, there has been a resurgence of the feelings, the arousal, the incredible sensuality of woman touch. And as I watched my niece grow into her own hormone years, and as I had the opportunity occasionally to spend time with her, I began to recall just how intense those feelings were when I was her age. Oh, the naughty thoughts that raged through my mind when we would talk about intimate things. She has always seemed so comfortable with me, and I've been rather a "confidant" about some of the things that she says her mother balks at discussing. How much to let boys touch her.... (verrry non-commital answer there)......Will her breasts be as large as mine and her mother's (we are C cups, and hers have a ways to go).....Do I keep my pubic hair trimmed and why ( I do, because I like it... she does, because she's a competitive swimmer and all the girls do, some totally bare)......How will she know when she's really in love (hard one to settle on, isn't it!)......What was it like dating in college? (wild!! But I haven't told her everything).....Did I have sex before I was married? (OMG yes... again, veryyy careful answer)......How old was I when I first masturbated? (Yes, we really got to that kind of question, after a number of years of talking! I was 11. She was a little older.) Now that she is 18, and still comes to the cabin for visits, our relationship has indeed grown. It took some time for me to uncover those deeply erotic feelings, but they were clearly there from early on, and now....well, now for some time she has been my darling pet.
There is somewhat of a mystery to me just how she has come to adore an "older woman" so, when no doubt she could find any number of lovely girls her own age that would drool at the chance to sample her as I have. But I understand the sexual arousal in some people that is borne of something....well....something more edgy, shall we say. An older woman....the taboo element of an aunt....the very naughty energy that wells up when one is commanded. Gently commanded, not forced. This is not about BDSM, or pain or humiliation. It is about sharing the depth of sexual energy in ways that probe it, stroke it, nurture and develop it with each other, discovering ever new highs together.
How incredibly fortunate I feel that such a beautiful young thing would even be attracted to a 38 year old whose body is softer and more rounded than many, whose dark wavy hair is hard to control, whose C cup breasts hang and sway and are beginning their downward journey, settling back onto my chest when I lie down. Hers are so firm and round – half grapefruits that work to just fill a B cup, with tan/pink nipples that harden and make her blush when I even drop my eyes to them when she is dressed. She knows. Her body is not as slim as it once was, but that is because she is becoming woman, even though she is still my darling teen niece. Her skin is light and smooth, tight. Her bottom is firm and round on the top of her strong legs, begging to be cupped, caressed, toyed with, played with, and her wavy brown hair is matched by brown curls that cover her mound. Not thick and bushy, but no longer sparse and see-through either. I like those curls....I like how they feel under my fingers, and how she toys with them absent mindedly when we sunbathe, or when I have her masturbate for me. Oh yes, so willingly she does now. I taught her how, you see, to find the deepest self pleasure.....beyond the early natural rubbings that she had discovered for herself.
There has been something, always it seems, close and intimate in our body language. Even reading together when those breasts were barely budding, she would cuddle against me and rest her head on my full round ones, almost nuzzling, in a way, and once she asked if hers would be like mine. I was taken aback a little, but it began that wondrous course of conversation that opened us to each other in those magical ways as years passed, and allowed us to be more open in our conversation and in comfortably exposing our bodies to each other. And now there was to be a visit, over 4th of July weekend. Rebecca would come with her brother and her mother and father for a few days, to be with us at our lake cabin.
Summer celebrations in rural areas near small towns have a different flavor, and when whole families are together, there's a different flavor yet. Careful we both were, so very careful not to do anything that gave away the smoldering feelings that we both felt inside as the time wore on. Swimming, hiking, going to town for the Independence Day parade, stopping at the DQ, the men going fishing while we three girls looked for stuff at the second hand store and the little gift shops that sell trinkets from the northern woods. And then a breakthrough. It seems that her brother had a baseball something on Sunday that he had to be back for, so they were going to leave on Saturday. My husband also had something that he wanted to do at home, so he wanted to leave as well. The weather was looking good... warm and sunny, so I suggested that he get a ride with my sister's family, and Rebecca and I would stay until Monday and I would bring her home, then pick up my husband and we could return to the cabin. Little tingles went through me as they discussed, then approved the plan. I could see my "Becks" fidgeting on the couch as a decision was reached, and I could almost make out the sharp outline of her nipples thru her tank top. I knew she was already thinking about how we would enjoy each other, alone.
It didn't take us long, after they had all departed, to decide on a late afternoon sunbath. Saturday late in the day, the lake still had people out boating and fishing and whatnot, but it's not a large lake, and traffic isn't really very close to our dock anyway. Becks donned her thong bikini, one she says her mother doesn't know she has. It was white, so very thin, and hugged her vulva in a most attractive way. The top was two barely there triangles that didn't cover her young tits at all, just the nipples and a little more. She looked at me as she adjusted them sideways and back, watching me watch her. My own more modest two piece suit allowed for some display of cleavage, and she giggled.
"You would look really hot in something like this one, Aunt Leslie."
