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CHAPTER SIX

Jayne took another short nap while Jim got the barbecue started. When she rose and put on a nice summery little dress and went out to the kitchen, she found her niece very dourly shelling peas at the sink.

"Babs, whatever's wrong?" said Jayne. "You look as if you've been crying."

"Nothing's wrong! Just leave me alone!"

"Darling, if it's because of what we did this afternoon, I want you to know that was only because I love you so much that I wanted to have a good time with you. And wasn't it fun?"

"It was awful and I hate you!" said Barbara Jean, and ran weeping out of the kitchen.

Jayne took over the peas herself, smiling over her work.

Jim shortly came in, saying, "I picked out a really nice steak for you, Auntie Jayne. When I sneak into your room tonight, can I butt-fuck you again? Geez, that was great!"

"See that your sister gets the nice steak. She's not feeling well."

"Oh, yeah? You sure feel good," said Jim, reaching inside her bodice to fondle and squeeze her tits, and feeling and fooling all around her cunt and her ass.

Jayne shelled a few more peas and said, "Stop that, Jim. What if your sister should come out and see us?"

"Aw, screw her. Geez, you look nice tonight. Gee, you sure do smell good. Let's fuck right now!"

She had to take his hands from her body. He stayed close beside her, panting, as she shook her head and said, "I'm really worried about Babs… about Barbara Jean. I believe she has a fever. Did you notice how flushed she looked?"

"No, but I noticed what nice big tits you have. Can't we sneak into the bathroom for one quick fuck?"

"I'm sorry, dear, but I'm just too worried about Barbara Jean to think about having fun right now. Who knows? I might even have to stay up with her all night long."

"Aw, no! That's a burn! That's a rip-off! How am I gonna get to sleep with you looking after her? I'll die! My balls will swell up till they're as big as tomatoes, and I'll just die!"

"You will lower your voice, young man! And if worst comes to worst tonight, you will resort to the very simple expedient of employing your fist as a route to tranquility!"

"Huh?"

"Jerk off if you have to tonight, but get out there and tend to your coals right now! And see to it that your sister gets the best steak!"

Barbara Jean sulked her way through dinner. She dabbled with her steak, she toyed with her peas, and she cast mournful looks from her red-rimmed eyes at her aunt. Those looks, she cast at her brother were full of venom, though he failed to notice them at all, so preoccupied was he with the rare steak on his plate and the well-done tits of his aunt.

When Barbara Jean started clearing off the table, her aunt stopped her and told Jim to do it. He argued but then he obeyed, and while he was clattering about in the kitchen, Barbara Jean looked shyly at Jayne and said, "I'm sorry for what I said this afternoon. I don't really hate you."

"It's all right, Barbara Jean. Excuse me, please. I'm going in to look at the evening news while Jim does the dishes."

Barbara Jean followed her aunt into the living room. She sat close beside her on the couch, fidgeting, and at last touching her hand and whispering, "And what we did wasn't awful at all."

"Perhaps you'll understand more about it when you're older, dear," said Jayne. "And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to lie down and rest for a while."

"Could I… come with you? And talk?"

"I suppose. For a little while."

Jim met them in the hall and angrily demanded to know where they were going. Jayne sent Barbara Jean on ahead, and said to her nephew, "I told you, your sister isn't feeling well. I'm going to look after her till I'm sure she's all right. And you, young man, are going out back to mix up five yards of planting soil."

"What? That job stinks! That's something Pop always does!"

"You're doing it now if it takes all night! Get going!"

He wailed and he moaned and he headed for the work shed, and Jayne went on to the master bedroom. Its bathroom door was closed, and Jayne looked the hall door after her and sat down at her sister-in-law's vanity table to brush her hair and put on some perfume and make-up. In just a few minutes, Barbara Jean emerged from the bathroom, looking charmingly timid, dressed in a sheer white negligee.

"It's my mom's," she said. "Do you like it? She bought lots of things like this a couple of years ago when she and my pop were arguing so much. She never wears them now. Does it look okay on me?" She looked apprehensively at her aunt as she drew the gauzy nylon closer about her girlishly slim body with nervous hands. "Wearing this sort of makes me feel like a real woman. Isn't that silly?"

"Not at all. Come closer, dear. Yes, you look lovely in it." Jayne ran her soft hands over her niece's thinly clad body as she said, "It's a little large for you, but you'll fill it out soon. These nice little titties of yours aren't as big as your mother's yet, but they're certainly growing. This little bottom of yours certainly has a womanly shape to it already. You look just fine in a negligee, Barbara Jean."

Barbara Jean stood nervously twisting her hands behind her back while her solicitous aunt adjusted the diaphanous nylon about her, and she said, "What were you and Jim doing in here this afternoon?"

"Oh, we were just talking. Yes, you're getting a nice little shape on you. Hardly any baby-fat left on you at all. You don't seem to be as ticklish as you were this afternoon. Why's that?"

Barbara Jean took a tiny step closer to her aunt, parting her trembling legs as she did so, and she said, "Only kids are ticklish." Her fingers began inching up the negligee's skirt. "Grown-ups don't giggle all over when somebody they like a whole lot plays around with them."

"Grown-ups don't cry, either," said Jayne, and got up from the vanity table. "You say your mother has more pretty things like that negligee? Why don't we try some of them on?"

Aunt and niece helped each other in and out of quite a few gossamer garments, designed for women to wear for their men.

"Auntie Jayne, what's a dildo?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Jayne replied. "At least it's nothing for you to concern herself with."

"Tell me, Auntie Jayne, please do! Will you tell me what a dildo is if I… if I kiss your cunt?" said the girl, and before Jayne could answer, Barbara Jean smacked a kiss through the lace.

The older woman smiled.

"Why, Barbara Jean," said Jayne, "I'm surprised at you for thinking you could change my mind with a little kiss. Dildos definitely aren't for you. They're for nasty old horny women, lonely widows like me. Get up now, and I'll help you try on some other things."

Barbara Jean wouldn't let go of the subject. She wheedled and pleaded while she and her aunt tried on more of her mother's intimate things. At last, with a sigh, Jayne took her traveling dildo out of her suitcase and handed it over to Barbara Jean, saying, "You see, it's a plastic cock with two ends on it. You can use either end to fuck yourself, or if you run into another lonely, horny woman, the two of you can use both ends at the same time. It's flexible, and it always stays good and hard."

"Eek!" said Barbara Jean, and threw the thing onto the bed.

There it lay, receiving troubled, sidelong glances from Barbara Jean while she and her aunt went through the rest of Marge's lingerie. Naked, and feeling extremely good, Jayne sat down on the bed and said, "That was such fun trying on all those slinky things. Would you mind trying on that white negligee again, dear, while I watch? You looked so sweet and innocent in it." She picked up the dildo and toyed with it in her hands while her niece quickly did as she'd asked. The bedroom was all strewn with gauzy feminine garments as Barbara Jean came to sit at Jayne's feet.

"I don't feel very sweet and innocent," she said, caressing her aunt's dimpled knees with her hands and her cheeks. "Not after what all we did this afternoon. That was such fun!"

"Was it, dear?" said Jayne, stroking her niece's hair, then teasing a finger about the girl's sweet pink lips.

"It sure was," Barbara Jean murmured, kissing her aunt's fingertip, then catching her hand and kissing quite deeply between her fingers, all the while looking apprehensively at the long pink plastic object lying across Jayne's nubile thighs. She giggled and hugged Jayne's knees against her tits. "Gosh, it made me feel so funny when you were kissing me down there."

"Oh? Down where?"

"You know where," Barbara Jean coyly murmured, and reached past the dildo to tickle a finger across the uppermost fringes of her aunt's black pubic hair.

"Can't you say it? Is that a nasty word?"

"C-Cunt isn't a nasty word. And you're not a nasty old woman, like you said you were. You're the nicest aunt a girl ever had, and… and if you wanted me to, I'd kiss your cunt like you did mine. I might not be able to do it as super-good as you did," Barbara Jean said in a sudden rush of words, "but I know I could do it! Do you want me to? Do you, Aunt Jayne?"

Jayne petted her niece's pink-flushed cheek, and said, "I'm sure I'd enjoy it. Matter of fact, my cunt's getting all itchy and wet from just talking about it. But the question is, do you want to do it?"

"I do! Ohh-h, I do!" Barbara Jean declared, clutching hard and her aunt's smooth thighs, breathing hard as she stared at the juncture of her loins.

Jayne parted her legs several inches. She reached down between them and gave her cunt a warm, tingling squeeze, and said, "I've a lot to kiss, Barbara Jean. My cunt's a lot bigger than yours. You see?"

Barbara Jean chewed on her lip and moaned. She knew very well she should be repelled by what she was looking at now, but the sight of her aunt's black-haired cuntlips being widely spread by her fingers to reveal pulsing pink, glistening wet cuntflesh thoroughly thrilled her. She picked up the dildo and set it aside on the bed, and then leaned forward between her aunt's more widely parting legs, almost whining as she said, "I'll kiss every bit of it, Auntie Jayne. I promise, I'll do it real good."

"Oh, what a sweet thing you are," said Jayne, and bent down to kiss the top of her niece's head as the girl kissed her cunt. "Yes, and you've a sweet little mouth. Your kisses feel so nice. But where's your tongue? Did some cat get it before it got to my pussy? Ah! Ah, yes! There it is. Mmm-m-m. You are a sweet thing to be so nice to your poor widowed aunt. D'you think you can find Auntie's clitty with your tongue?"

Jayne paused to catch her breath, and to watch and smile as her niece's stiffly extended tongue probed through livid pink cuntflesh and found her clitoris. "Yes, there it is! Oh, that's lovely!" she said, and picked up the dildo and began rubbing Barbara Jean's back with it. "Ah, your tongue feels divine. Keep that up and I'm liable to have one of my great big orgasms, right in your pretty face. And if you should give my clitty a real nice sucking, I just know I couldn't keep from cumming."

Barbara Jean stopped to look up at her aunt, panting, chin dripping with pungent cunt juice. Jayne smiled down on her and touched the dildo to the tip of her niece's nose, and the girl quickly swooped down with her mouth and began sucking and licking Jayne's heavily swollen clitoris.

"Oh! Babsie! That feels wonderful!" Jayne cried, falling back on the bed on her elbows, placing her feet on the edge of the bed to give the girl still more of what she wanted.

"You're making me feel just wonderful! Ah! Oh! Darling, Babsie!!! I don't know when I've cum this hard! Oh! Yes! A little more! Suck and lick and kiss, angel girl! Babsie, you're wonderful!"

Jayne had two very definite orgasms, one right after the other, and Barbara Jean would have taken her on to a third if the noise at the door hadn't grown so much louder. It grew so very loud that at last it distracted Barbara Jean from her rewardingly avid cunt-sucking. She abruptly looked up, saying, "It's Jim! What'll we do?"

"I'll handle him. You handle this," said her aunt, and gave Barbara Jean the dildo with which she'd been moving between her orgasming loins and Barbara Jean's lovely kisses. Jayne was still quaking and shaking with orgasmic tremors as she went to answer the knocks and the shouts at the door.

Jim was grimy with sand and soil and manure, and quite obviously angry as could be as he said, "What's going on in there?"

"Your sister and I are just having a talk," said his aunt, as behind her, Barbara Jean resumed kissing her aunt's cunt, down on her knees between Jayne's legs, and shielded by the door which her aunt had opened just a crack.

"Well, what are you talking about?"

"That's none of your – Ooo! – none of your business. It's girl talk. Go back to your work."

"I'm done with it! Lemme in there! I wanta talk, too!"

"Go take a shower. Frankly, you – Ooo! – you stink."

"What's going on in there?" he shouted. "My dumb sister's name isn't Babsie! Lemme in there!"

Jayne grabbed Jim's nose and pinched it as hard as she could, so hard he almost failed to gape at her naked tit through the crack in the door. Her voice was as angry as his as she said, "Your sister's smart enough to be in here with me! And if you ever want to be, you'd better get your fanny out there and start mixing up another two yards of planting mix!"