How delicious it is to lead a beautiful young lady astray...
It had been about six months since I moved into the suburban town of Brentwood, New Jersey, near where my brother lived with his wife and two daughters. I worked for a large real estate firm in the area. I was a high-flyer, a go-getter and I had made the position of vice-president inside of three years. Not bad for a small town girl with no real qualifications. I was ambitious and ruthless. I would not allow men to walk over me. It was hard work, but I loved my job and it had made my life very comfortable indeed. For that at least, I was extremely grateful. I was single, young in spirit, and my life motto was: Work hard, play hard, sleep like a baby. But boy, did I really like to play hard when I got the chance.
After a recent visit to my brother's home, I had found myself fantasizing about my two nieces, Becky and Liz. Both girls were absolute beauties. Becky was particularly feminine and had recently turned eighteen. I just loved her innocence; it really did something to me. She seemed to bring out my naughty side so easily. She had long blond hair, big brown eyes and a little button nose. She was petite, but had blossomed into a lovely young woman, with flared hips, firm bosom, and tiny waist.
Liz, her elder sister by three years, was also very attractive, but in a more sophisticated way. She was a little taller with long dark auburn hair. She worked for a law firm and was very much the 'get-ahead-career-woman' in her expensively-cut suits and designer specs. But I'd really had my eye on the lovely Becky for quite a while now. She was so much the sweet little-girl-next-door type that always appealed to me -- I find innocence in another such a turn-on and a challenge. We'd always gotten along very well together. She and I had sometimes engaged in occasional eye flirting. It was just an innocent game to begin with, but I detected an undercurrent of mutual attraction.
My brother's family was quite conventional and straight-laced. To me they all seemed rather sexually repressed. I considered how delicious it might be to weaken the barriers created by Becky's conservative upbringing and welcome her into my world. In fact, that was all I'd been thinking about. It had become an obsession with me. I'm sure my brother and his wife would've been shocked if they'd known what naughty thoughts I, a mature woman of 39, had been courting about their youngest girl.
A while ago I finally managed to break the ice between Becky and me -- not that there was much ice to break. But we'd always kept our distance and acted in an appropriate manner towards each other as befits an aunt and her niece. Our relationship moved up a notch when we found ourselves unexpectedly alone on a park bench during one of our little 'walk-and-talk' sessions.
We were resting after a particularly long stroll in the hot sunshine. While we sat and got our breath back I became overwhelmed by the terrible urge to kiss her. I couldn't resist it. I took a chance and moved on her. I had it in mind that as a 'get-out' - that is, if she turned her head away, I would make some excuse like, "I thought I saw a little mark on your face that needed wiping off," or suchlike. But to my pleasant surprise she didn't flinch and allowed me to kiss her softly on the lips. It was quite sweet and innocent really, although I got the impression she may have been prepared to go further - had we not been interrupted, that is. A man walking his dog happened to come along at that moment and that, for the time being at least, was that. The spell had been temporarily broken. I would have to wait for another opportunity. Thus far our relationship hadn't progressed beyond that first kiss.
The thought of possessing Becky's sweet youthful body, making her all hot and worked-up really turned me on. The process of seduction followed by corruption is a powerful drug to me.
The summer had finally arrived. It had been a long time coming. Our extended families were due to go on a trip to the beach for a few days on New Jersey's South Shore. My sister-in-law, Becky's mum, was with us, along with a gang of our cousins. We had rented a number of holiday apartments for the few days we were on vacation.
It was plain crazy when we were altogether on the beach, kids everywhere, screaming for suntan lotion, snacks and all kinds of stuff that kids love. Becky and I had always enjoyed chatting with each other. I guess she found me easy to talk to and a welcome change from her parent's staid attitude to life, particularly her mother who had had a strict catholic upbringing, so we kept our towels together, but slightly apart from the rest.
I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit underneath a top-shirt of cheesecloth and when I took my top off I noticed Becky's eyes almost popping out much to my amusement. I'm rightly proud of my bust and on this occasion I was fully aware that my nipples were firm and poking through the snug lycra swimsuit. I milked the attention for all it was worth, accentuating my bust by breathing deeply and steadily. I kept my eyes on her as she blushed deliciously, highlighting the one or two freckles on her nose.
We settled down on the warm sand. She had a fashion magazine, and I, a steamy Jackie Collins novel. But my mind was more concerned with my niece's naughty bits than with Collins's naughty prose. I asked her to rub some sun-bloc into my shoulders. She was only too pleased to oblige. I lay face down on the towel and she slipped off my shoulder straps.
"You've got a lovely tan already, Aunt Kate," she said squirting some lotion into her hand. "How do you manage it when you work all the time?"
"Well, I guess I'm lucky to work close to a health gym. I sometimes 'top-up' on the sun-bed during lunchtime. It helps maintain my tan all the year round."
She had a nice, firm yet sensitive touch and seemed to enjoy massaging the lotion right into my skin. I was disappointed when she'd finished, it had almost sent me off to sleep with a wet pussy.
"Would you like me to do you now?" I said, looking at her sideways and raising my sun-glasses.
"Oh, yes please. Great!"
"Lie down, then."
I unhooked her yellow bikini top and squirted the Sunbloc across her shoulders and back. She shuddered as the cold lotion made contact with her hot skin which was a gorgeous honey colour. Becky was a true beauty in every sense of the word.
As I worked the lotion in she moaned inwardly and I tried to imagine what she would look like tied to my bed with black silk ribbon, her legs spread and defenceless. The wonderful liberties I could then take with her as she lay helpless, yet perhaps begging for more. I wondered what her face would look like flushed with orgasm after I had mercilessly teased her to it.
My fantasizing had got me wet. I hoped to god it wasn't obvious.
"Say Becky? How about you and I going for a walk down the beach later on? You know, when we've both had enough sun."
"Oh yes, Aunt Kate! That would be marvellous. Maybe we could visit the lighthouse."
She smiled, showing the braces she now wore. These were a late addition as far as her orthodontist was concerned, her parents finally persuading her she'd look so much better with her teeth straightened. They made her look so much younger, kind of 'little-girl' cute, and that suited me fine. It made her so appealing, and me... feel so deliciously wicked.
An hour later I mentioned to Judy (Becky's mum - my sister-in-law) that we were going for a walk so she wouldn't suddenly miss us. She looked relieved to have one less to worry about. Judy was overly protective, I felt.
Becky and I started off down the beach. The sun was high without a cloud in the sky, although it wasn't unbearably hot because it was still early in the season, and the sand felt wonderfully cool squeezing between my toes. There was a sensuality about it. It got me thinking about things - about my life. Becky was right, I really did seem to be working all the time. All this sea and sand and fresh air and gorgeous company reminded me that there was much more to life than selling real estate.
The crashing waves seemed to have an hypnotic effect as we left the crowded beach near the parking lot and headed towards the old lighthouse. Becky smiled radiantly at me, then looked out to sea, and back to me again, still smiling. It was nice to know she was happy and comfortable in my presence. If she only knew the truth about my intentions? Perhaps then she wouldn't feel so relaxed? She was so delightfully innocent I almost had an attack of guilt -- almost but not quite. I had to keep reminding myself that she was 18 now, a young woman, not a little girl. Although, I could pretend she still was...
I soon gathered myself, the delicious anticipation of what was to come washing away any pre-occupation with guilt. She'd never in a million years guess what her sweet aunt had in store for her later that day.
We chatted about how boring it was to live in New Jersey in general, and Brentwood in particular; about her classes at college, and how she couldn't wait to get back there in the fall.
We went around a curve in the beach and the hubbub of the madding crowd receded in the distance. The lighthouse stood against the clear blue sky like a giant white candle. Each step seemed to get us no nearer. It was obviously further away than we thought. I became concerned. I didn't want to waste too much time getting there and investigating. There were important issues to attend to. I had to make my move soon.
"Becky sweetie," I smiled, sweetly yet at the same time wickedly. "Do you know why I invited you out here on this little walk?"
