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Rp Story: Cecily Meets Her Aunt  Ff, pedo 



Ff pedo
CONVENT HOUSE 1/?
(Ff pedo) "Cecily Meets Her Aunt"
by Diem DeVere

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ONE: "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.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO: "STARTING A NEW LIFE"

CONVENT HOUSE 2/?
(Ff pedo inc)
"A New Life Begins..."
by Diem DeVere

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PART TWO: "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 governmetn 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.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART THREE "INITIATIONS"