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CHAPTER FOUR

In the morning, Howard rose early and found a note pinned to the bathroom door, saying the toilet had been repaired. Marge had done it the night before, fearful that Howard might be attacked by the dog if he used the den bathroom too often.

When they met in the kitchen that morning, Marge was dressed in shorts and a halter top, and she had Trigger on a leash. She said, "I was just going to take Jayne's dog for a walk in the woods, and commune with nature a bit."

"Oh, yeah?" said her husband, disinterested. "Well, I'm going to finally take your advice and start jogging every morning. I'm finally going to get rid of this gut."

"Good for you!" Marge looked at the dog, wagging his tail, gazing up at her through loving eyes. She had wanted to take the dog for a walk.

She said, "Maybe I'd better stay here. In case the children should call."

Just then it was almost noon in New Jersey. Barbara Jean was almost finished with her work in the hot-houses, and Jayne was almost though with Jim for the morning.

They were in the bedroom Jayne was using. Both of them were naked, and Jayne was stretched comfortably out on her back, with a satin pillow under her satiny ass and with Jim sucking and kissing her exquisitely tingling cunt.

They had had quite a lot of sex together since the day before. While their dinner was on the barbecue, Jayne had sent Barbara Jean to the store for some milk, and she had then had her nephew fuck her dog-fashion on the kitchen floor. Jayne had seen to it that Jim got the choicest of the three steaks, and then after dinner he had gone with her to get some ice cream. After he had placed some lovely kisses between her legs, she had given him a blow job that had thrilled them both.

They had rested while looking at television, although in the darkness their hands had found each other's. After bed-time, Jayne had crept into Jim's room, where they'd had a wild little fuck in his bed. In the morning, Jayne had just started cumming from Jim's mouth on her cunt when Barbara Jean came back from the store, still irritated that she had been sent out for the breakfast cereal. Barbara Jean had also complained that Jim seemed perfectly fit to do his part of the chores, but Jayne had sharply told her she was mistaken. Jayne and Jim had been having quite a frolic in Jayne's bed ever since, then, and it was still going on.

"Oh, Jim, you're getting so good at it. You know just how to kiss a girl's cunt. Ah-h-h. Ah-h-h! More tongue now. And more suction. Yes! Make me cum one more time, and then we'll have a really good fuck!"

The knock on the door interrupted them. Jim would have gone right on eating the luscious pink cunt of his aunt, but she quickly got up and hurried to the door. She opened it a crack and peered through it to see her niece, sweaty and red-faced, standing in the hall.

"I'm just about done with it all," the girl said scowling in at her aunt, apparently naked in her room at that late hour of the day. "I just wanted to tell you the sprinklers are still on in the back."

"Oh! Oh!" said her aunt, for Jim had followed behind her, and as Jayne bent over to look out through the door at his sister, he had succeeded in inserting the tip of his hard little cock in Jayne's cunt, and now he was pushing it home.

"Oh! Oh, that's so nice, Barbara Jean!" Jayne exclaimed.

Barbara Jean couldn't see what was going on inside, but now she could see her aunt's bare tit as well as her shoulder, and both tit and shoulder were jiggling. Confused, wondering, Barbara Jean said, "Well, I guess I'll go on to the camp."

"I'll do the… work tomorrow morning," Jayne rather breathlessly said. And then she impulsively added, "Do give me a kiss goodbye, Barbara Jean!"

The girl had pecked her aunt on the lips before. She leaned forward to do it again, but now Jayne clutched hard at Barbara Jean's arm, and when their lips met, it was much more than a peck, for at that very moment Jim was squirting a fine load of jism in his aunt's cunt, and Jayne was responding to this with a lovely orgasm.

Jim was panting and puffing and cumming. Jayne was tilting her hips up for more of his cock and squeezing Barbara Jean's hand against her bare tit. It seemed as if she was cumming at both ends and it was meeting at the middle. Poor Barbara Jean was getting scared, not knowing at all what was going on, but feeling tragically left out of whatever it was.

And it somehow made it all the worse for the girl when her aunt broke the unexpected kiss with a deep sigh, and looked into her troubled eyes with a gaze of rare and radiant beauty. Unaccountably, Barbara Jean started to weep, and turned and ran out of the house to her car. Jayne sighed deeply and turned to confront her grinning nephew.

"Let's fuck some more!" said Jim. "Let's go back to bed and fuck for the rest of the day!"

"Darling, you need to get a little rest."

"I'm rested! I'm rested! Let's fuck!"

"You may not need any rest, but I do. I'm going to take a nice nap. You take a shower and then go see that your sister took care of everything in the hot-houses, dear. No, wait. On second thought, stay with me long enough for me to lick your pretty cock nice and clean."

"Geez, it's all over cunt juice and stuff," Jim said.

"I know, I know," said his aunt. "And I'm somehow in the mood for a taste of that."

A sexual pattern was quickly established on both the East Coast and the West, a pattern that changed very little. One thing that didn't change, to Jayne's rather flattered surprise, was that Jim showed very few, if any, signs of growing weary of sex. Of course he was a healthy and vigorous teen, and he had the same sort of oversexed blood in his veins as his aunt did, but after a full week of sex, he was still as eager and avid for it as ever.

He was always close beside her, for fucking, for sucking, for anything. His constant presence began to bother his aunt, and so one late morning, she said to him, "You worry me, Jim. You should be out playing with your friends once in a while."

"You're the best friend a guy ever had," he replied, reaching for her tits.

She pushed his hand away. She said, "Listen to me. I have some nice books for you to read. They'll tell you some things about sex you've never dreamed of before."

"Just last week you were tellin' me it was better to experience things than to read about them. Let's fuck!"

"I told you to listen to me! Take your sister's car and ride out to the woods on the other side of town. Read those books. You still have a lot to learn about sex."

"Well, okay," he reluctantly said. "But can't we have one little goodbye fuck?"

"Darling, to be perfectly frank with you, my cunt is just a little bit sore from all the fun we've had together, and it needs a rest. Okay? We'll be back having fun together in my bed tonight, more than likely. Here are your glasses, dear. Take your time. I'll expect you around dark. And if you must play with yourself just a little, I don't even want to hear about it. Have a good time!"

Jayne waved Jim goodbye, very quickly undressed and powdered herself, and put on a tiny robe. Her cunt wasn't sore at all, though it did feel all tingly and puffy and moist as she gave it a good, hard rubbing, inside and out. Then, feeling very giddy and girlish, she hurried on to her niece's frilly pink bedroom, to see how Barbara Jean was enjoying the present she'd been given by her auntie that day.

Barbara Jean was still in her bathtub. She squealed very shrilly and ducked her little pink tits under the frothy foam in her tub as her aunt came into the room.

Jayne laughed and said, "There's no need to hide. It's only me. How do you like the bubble bath I gave you?"

"I like it just fine, Aunt Jayne," said Barbara Jean, her blue eyes very wide, her chin nestled in the bubbles. "It smells so perfumey."

Jayne went over and knelt by the side of the tub, inhaled very deeply, and said, "Yes, isn't it sweet, just like you. And does it make the water nice and soft and slippery?"

Barbara Jean started squealing in earnest then, for her aunt plunged her hands in the water to test it, and to test her niece's eighteen-year-old body, which she found to be complete with firm little tits, a lithe, slender waist, very sleek little buttocks, and silken hair around her elusively squirming cunt.

"I'd forgotten how ticklish you were," said Jayne to her breathlessly squirming and thrashing niece. "Just look, you've got my robe all wet."

Jayne had already pulled the plug. Barbara Jean was so busy with her uncontrolled giggling and squirming that she didn't notice that till there was little left in the tub beyond bubbles. They failed to cling to her adequately, and her little hands couldn't cover her nudity as she was helped from the tub, all breathless and blushing pink, by her very attentive aunt.

"Just stand right there and I'll dry you off," said Jayne.

"Oh, no! I can do it!" said Barbara Jean, embarrassed by her nudity, and by the fact that her aunt's robe had become unsashed, so that her black triangle of pubic hair and much of her naked tits were showing through it.

"But I can do it better," said Jayne, already at work with the towel on the slender body that tried in vain to shrink away from her busy hands.

"Don't! Please! I'm embarrassed! Auntie Jayne, I'd rather do it myself!"

"Oh, nonsense. I used to give you baths when you were little. How can you be embarrassed with me? My, aren't you a pretty thing! Such nice little titties, and such smooth, tender skin. Turn around, Babsie, and I'll dry your pretty back."

"Aunt Jayne, please!" said Barbara Jean, quaking and cold all over, tears spilling down her fine unblemished cheeks.

"Such nice, straight shoulders, and what a long, slim waist you have! You're going to grow up into a very, very lovely woman. And this fanny of yours will sure attract a lot of men in your life. Just open your legs now, so I can get you dry all over."

"Please, Aunt Jayne! I've got to dress and go to camp," Barbara Jean sobbed. "Aunt Jayne, don't do that!!!"

"I'd like to know why not. Is your little bum-hole sore for some reason? Why, I used to give you enemas here when you were little, and you didn't raise such a fuss about it then. Hold still, dear. Hold onto the sink, if you must, but I really must see about this. You can help by spreading your legs a bit, dear."

Barbara Jean fell forward and clung to the sink. She was shivering, shaking, quaking all over her naked body, ice cold one moment, about to break into a sweat the next. It had made Barbara Jean want to die when her aunt pried open her cringing buttocks, and then she thought she was dying when her aunt quite unexpectedly, shockingly, wormed her terribly long, thick finger right up inside her pooper!

Barbara Jean found enough breath in her tormented body to scream, "Don't do that! Aunt Jayne! Take your finger out of there!" "I can't understand why you're so sensitive here in your pretty little bum-hole," said Jayne, still worming her finger about and sliding it in and out of her niece's asshole. "But whatever it is, it must be something serious. At least it's serious enough so that I'll have to take you to the doctor. He can use a proctoscope as well as his fingers to see what could be wrong with you inside."

Barbara Jean's frantic squirmings turned into quakings, and she gasped, "It doesn't hurt that bad!"

"We'll just see," said Jayne. "Stay right there."

Barbara Jean's naked body sagged when Jayne took her finger out of her asshole. Jayne patted her niece reassuringly on the hip, kissed her naked shoulder, and very liberally wet her index finger with saliva. She told Barbara Jean to open her legs just a bit and to stand very still, and then she knelt down behind her and slid her finger up inside her asshole again.

Barbara Jean uttered a stifled moan, but she didn't cry out. Her knuckles were white from gripping the sink so tightly, but the rest of her body was flushed very pink. Jayne's finger was now sliding easily in and out through her tight little asshole, and now Barbara Jean spread her feet wider still to further accommodate her aunt. The girl was uttering little gasps and moans, she was panting and writhing, and her aunt was smiling warmly as she petted the girl's ass with one hand and reamed it with the other.

"It doesn't seem to be quite so sore now, Babs," said Jayne. "Be sure and tell me if I'm hurting you."

"H-h-h-h… It doesn't really hurt! Oh-h-h, Aunt Jayne! It just feels so funny!"

"Feels funny? That's acid. Let's go into your room for a closer look," said Jayne, removing her finger now.

Freed of the invading finger, Barbara Jean could hold herself up on her weakened legs now, but she couldn't stop squirming about as she tearfully said, "I've got to go. I've got to get dressed!"

"This will only take a few more seconds. I promise you, dear. Just one more little look at your bum-hole and you can go. And we can take you to the doctor this afternoon."

With her trembling hands clasped before her charming little cunt, Barbara Jean let her aunt lead her into her bedroom and sit her down on her bed. Jayne parted the girl's legs very widely, and elevated her knees so that both her rectal and her vaginal orifices were completely exposed for the examination. Jayne sickened her finger with saliva once again, smiling at her blushing and highly agitated niece as she sat on the bed between her outspread feet. "Tell me if this hurts," said Jayne, and started expertly finger-fucking Barbara Jean in the ass once again.

At once Barbara Jean was writhing on the bed, clutching at its spread with her fingers and toes, biting her lower lip and softly moaning.

"Does it hurt Babsie, dear?"

Barbara Jean shook her head. "It just… feels so funny! Stop now. You said you would. You said just a few seconds." Jayne was steadily finger-fucking her niece all the time she was talking, and Barbara Jean was increasingly active in her writhings and moanings. Her pretty face had gone slack and the tips of her tits had gone rigid and trembling as she sat on her bed with her legs wide apart, watching her aunt's finger sliding in and out of her hole. Jayne chattered on as she fingered her niece.

"Yes, you're going to be such a lovely woman soon. You're already a very pretty girl. You have such a nice figure," said Jayne, admiring it with the hand that wasn't on the move in her niece's crotch. "And your cunt is just adorable. It's so pretty and pink. It's so nice and wet. It's so pretty I just have to give it a little kiss."

A whining moan came up from Barbara Jean's toes as her aunt bent down and gave her a resounding kiss on her cunt. "Please don't, Auntie Jayne!" she gasped. "I feel so funny all over! I just can't stand it!"

"Funny? In what way?" said her aunt, as she smacked several more kisses on the cunt of the outrageously excited Barbara Jean, still actively reaming her squirming butt-hole.

"I don't know!" Barbara Jean blurted. "I never felt like this at all before! I don't know what I'm doing or saying! And all down between my legs I feel all hot and itchy! Oh-h-h, I can't even hold still!"

"How about your sweet little tits? How do they feel?" said Jayne. She delivered one more big kiss on the cunt of her niece, and getting up on her knees between the girl's legs, she used both hands to fondle those sweet breasts and pull and tweak at their darling nipples.

"Oh! Oh! I can hardly stand to have you touch me there!"

"Oh, really? It's supposed to feel nice, Babsie dear. I know I enjoy it when someone I like plays with my big old tits. Yours are divine. They're so nice and firm. Mine are much bigger, you see? But they're not nearly as firm as yours. See for yourself if you don't believe me. Here, put your pretty hands on them, like this. Yes, doesn't that feel nice? I just wish my tits were as pretty as yours."

Just minutes before in the bathroom, Barbara Jean had been embarrassed to even look at her aunt's big tits, and now she was fondling and squeezing them frantically, eagerly, and exclaiming, "No, they're just beautiful! I just love 'em! But how can you even hold still when I touch 'em like this?"

"Is your little cunt still feeling all itchy and nice?" Jayne asked, both hands full of Barbara Jean's thrusting tits, her own tits being mauled in a delightful way.

"Yes! All over!" said Barbara Jean, and let go of one of Jayne's lovely big tits to clutch at her crotch very strongly, shuddering, gasping, looking as if she might faint.

"I think your cunt needs some more nice little kisses," said Jayne, and she bent down and kissed all through Barbara Jean's rosy red crotch, sliding her tongue up and down through the virginal slit, then swirling her stiffened tongue-tip all around her clitoris while Barbara Jean squealed and squealed and fell back on her elbows on the pink bed.

The girl was so hot she was beside herself, and she didn't even know it. Jayne smiled very warmly at her as she straightened up on her knees again, and helped Barbara Jean get down on her knees to face her. The innocent lust in Barbara Jean's slack face was delightful to see. Jayne shrugged off her little robe and, now as naked as her blushing, panting niece, she took the girl's hot cheeks in her hand and introduced her to the pleasures of a deep French kiss.

"I'm so glad I came out here on vacation," said Jayne, fondling Barbara Jean's tits again, caressing her naked body. "I'm just sorry that we haven't spent much time together up till now. But I bet we'll be good friends from now on," Jayne went on, reaching down for Barbara Jean's twitching, slippery wet cunt again and sliding a finger up and down through its firm little lips.

"Yes! Yes!" Barbara Jean gasped.

Jayne had to guide Barbara Jean's hands to her tits again, but once they were there they showed no signs of leaving. The girl was looking at her with wondrous adoration in her eyes, and this thrilled Jayne almost as much as their very close nakedness did.

"Did it feel nice when I kissed your cunt, dear?"

"Oh, yes! So nice I could hardly stand it!"

"Sweet thing," said her aunt, and deeply kissed her panting mouth again, and took pleasure in seeing how quickly Barbara Jean had learned about Frenching.

"How do you think it would feel if I kissed your titties, Babsie? D'you think that would feel nice, too?"

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Auntie Jayne! I know I'd just love it!" she said, squeezing Jayne's tits almost painfully hard in her eager anticipation.

"Mmm. Yes. Nice little mouthfuls," Jayne murmured between kisses, once again fingering through the girl's slit, and thrilling warmly at the way the girl's hands clutched and pulled at her. "Such a nice thing to do. Would you like to see what it's like, dear? Would you like to kiss my tits?"

Barbara Jean was clearly much too excited to answer. Jayne laughed and kissed her and guided her mouth on down to the tit that she held in her hand, and there Barbara Jean learned the warm pleasures of kissing tit, as her aunt cooed, "Yes, darling. Mmm, isn't that nice? Suck on my nipples, Babsie dear, just as I did for you. Make me feel as nice as you do. Oh, honey, you're getting my cunt all nice and wet! Is your cunt still feeling nice? Straighten up, darling, and let me see. Babsie, stop kissing my tits now. You're getting me too excited, darling, and pretty soon I won't even know what I'm doing. Straighten up, dear. That's right. And give me a nice big kiss while I see if your cunt is as wet as mine."

Jayne felt that her niece had an orgasm while they were kissing. She couldn't be sure at that point. She was very sure, however, that the virgin girl hadn't been anywhere near this hot in her life. Her hips were jerking and twitching forward to meet every smallest movement of Jayne's finger. Her hands were trembling and quaking as they felt all they could of Jayne's tits. Her lithe little torso was twisting and turning to push more of her tits in the roving hand of her aunt. She was trying to put her soul as well as her tongue in the kiss.

When Jayne broke the kiss, Barbara Jean blurted, "What's happening to us? I feel like I'm going to wet my pants!"

"Darling, you haven't any pants on, remember? And neither do I, just see for yourself. Oh, my! That does feel nice to have your fingers playing in my big old cunt. Mmmm! I'm starting to feel as good as you are. I'm so wet! Does that bother you, dear?"

"No! Not at all!" said Barbara Jean, fumbling and groping through the black hair for her aunt's open cunt, amazingly larger than her own little slit, and fascinatingly wet and warm.

"Tickle me right up at the top of my cunt, darling, like this, just like I'm tickling you. That's right, darling! Oh, do keep it up! I do believe you're going to make me cum, dear. Do you know what an orgasm is, Babsie?"

"Yes! Yes! I've read about them!" said the girl, quaking and jerking everywhere now, and still frantically rubbing her aunt's clitoris, even faster than Jayne was rubbing hers.

"Would you like to help Auntie Jayne cum, Babsie? And would you like to see if you can cum with me?"

"Yes! Yes, Auntie Jayne! Yes! Whatever you want me to do!"

"You're doing fine, dear. Just keep rubbing my cunt, just like that. Oh, darling, what good times we're going to have together! Oh, sweetheart, just look at us, all naked together, with our hands on each other's beautiful tits and with our fingers in each other's cunts!"

"Yes! Yes, Auntie Jayne, yes!"

"Oh! Oh, here it comes, darling! Do you feel it? Do you feel yourself cumming with me?"

"Yes-s-s-s! Yes-s-s-s!" Barbara Jean wailed, breaking out in a fine film of girl sweat, doing her frantic best to keep up with her beautiful aunt.

"Then cum, darling, cum!" Jayne commanded, and her niece responded so thoroughly that Jayne lost control of herself.

Jayne's orgasm quickly soared to a peak, and then stayed there, sustained by the sight of her niece's first orgasm. Such an event was long overdue for a eighteen-year-old girl, and Jayne simply had to make the most of it. They were both cumming very nicely when Jayne threw Barbara Jean on her back on the bed and started vigorously cunt-fucking with her.