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 The Itch
By: I.  M.  Libertine

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   (C)2011

   All rights reserved.

   This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or
dead is entirely coincidental.

   This story contains content which is not suitable for those under the
age of 18.  Reader discretion is advised.

   This story contains graphic descriptions of pedophilia and incest.  If
you find this disturbing or distasteful, feel free not to read it.
Catagories: fg, inc, pedo, cons

   +++The Itch+++

   I was lying on my bed reading when my phone rang.  It was my Aunt Nancy
asking if I could watch Nan for the evening while she and my Uncle Vince
went out to the movies.  Having nothing better to do I said I would and
would be over in about fifteen minutes.

   I slipped on a windbreaker, tied my long, auburn hair into a ponytail,
and checked myself out in the mirror.  At 12 I was fairly tall, and my
breasts had already started budding into puffy little cones.  I'd asked my
mom a couple of weeks earlier to buy me a training bra, to which she had
insisted that I was still too young; her little girl.

   Not her little girl much longer, I thought as I reached up and tweaked
my nipples under the windbreaker.  The feeling was intense.  I felt a
familiar itch down in my jeans and lowered a hand down to my cooter.  I ran
my nails along the seam at the crotch of my jeans.  Closing my eyes, I
savored the sensation for a moment before remembering that Aunt Nancy was
waiting for me.  I sighed and left the room.

   On my way out of the house, I stopped in the living room to let my mom
know I was going to baby sit Nan.  Her attention barely left her television
program; she just nodded and murmured something.  I slipped out of the
front door, climbed on my bicycle and headed for Aunt Nancy's house.

   As I arrived at the house Aunt Nancy and Uncle Vince were already
stepping into their car.  I saw Nan standing on the doorstep, and when she
saw me she started complaining about how she didn't need a babysitter.  I
waved as Aunt Nancy and Uncle Vince pulled out of the driveway, dropped my
bicycle onto the lawn, and hustled up the steps of the house.

   "Hey-ya, squirt," I said, reaching down to tussle Nan's shoulder length
blond hair.

   "Stop calling me that," she whined, ducking under my hand and dodging
into the house.

   I stepped into the house and closed door behind me.  I saw that Nan had
taken a spot on the sofa in front of the television.  I sat down next to
her and asked, "Whatcha watching?" On the television screen the Teletubbies
were frolicking around, babbling in their weird nonsense language.

   "A stupid baby show," Nan said.  She crossed her arms over her slender
chest and pouted.

   I sighed and resigned myself to the long evening ahead.  I unzipped my
windbreaker, shrugged it off and tossed it over the sofa.  The house was
chilly and my nipples reacted, popping up under the thin cotton of my T
shirt.  I laced my fingers behind my head, leaned back on the sofa and
closed my eyes.

   I'm not sure how long I napped before I felt it.  Something poked at my
left nipple.  Moments later a pair of fingers were teasing it, pinching and
twisting.  "That's nice," I murmured, parting my knees.  I slipped a hand
between my thighs and started rubbing my cooter trough my jeans.

   "What are you doing," Nan asked.

   I startled awake.  There was Nan, fingers poised over my nipple, staring
curiously at the hand which still rubbed at my crotch.

   "What are you doing," I answered.

   "Your titties look funny," Nan said.

   "That's what yours will look like one day."

   "Does it really feel nice when I do that?"

   An idea was formulating in back of my head, one which excited me.  I
reached up with a finger and brushed a lock of golden hair behind Nan's
ear. "Wanna see?"

   I reached down and slipped Nan's blue Donald Duck T shirt over her head.
I gazed down at her.  She now wore nothing but a pair of blue shorts and
socks.  Her bare chest was pale, her nipples were firm and erect.  I took
one between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle squeeze.

   "Does that feel nice," I whispered softly.

   "I-I guess," she whispered back.

   I slipped my own shirt over my head revealing my tits.  I took her hand
and placed it over my left breast.

   "Do what you were doing," I said softly.

   As her tiny fingers began teasing my nipple, I did the same to hers. 
Soon Nan's breathing was rapid, her eyes half closed, her jaw slack.  I
leaned forward and placed my lips against her ear.

   "Is that nice," I whispered, blowing softly into her ear.

   Nan's only answer was a nod.  I kissed her ear gently; she whimpered
softly as I nibbled the lobe.

   My heart pounded, a fire raged between my thighs.  I pulled back from
Nan and undid the snap of her shorts.  As I pulled them down her legs I
noticed a tiny wet spot on her white panties.  I knelt down in front of her
and ran my hands from her calves to her hips.  "You're very pretty," I
whispered as I leaned in and kissed her belly button.  I gently spread her
knees and pressed my face in to lick her twat.  She whimpered as my tongue
lavished the damp material of her panties; within seconds she cried out as
her back arched.  She struggled out of my grasp and curled into a fetal
position on the sofa.  After a moment her eyes opened.

   "That was nice." She murmured softly.

   I smiled.  "Now you have to do me."

   I lay back on the sofa, undid my jeans and pushed them and my panties
down my legs.  I spread my knees and revealed the wet gash of my pussy. 
Nan clambered off the sofa and took up position between my thighs. 
Desperate for her, I curled my fingers around the back of her neck and
pulled her into my crotch.  At first she turned her face away, but with
gentle coaxing her lips were against my cunt, her inexperienced tongue
lapping hungrily at my juices.  The feeling was exquisite, soon I was
grinding myself against her face, gasping and moaning.

   +++

   Much later, I heard a car pull into the driveway.  Aunt Nancy and Uncle
Vince bustled through the door and asked how things had gone.  I explained
how we had watched TV for while then I had put Nan to bed.  They thanked me
profusely.

   I simply smiled warmly and said, "Really, we had a great time.  And if
you ever need a babysitter, feel free to give me a call."
   The End