Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Am I a Bad Aunt?

   By billy69boy

   My name is Eve.  I'm a single, twenty-something woman, pursuing a post
graduate degree.  I consider myself to be fairly cool, and "with it" when
it comes to my relationship with my young niece.  Ariel had recently turned
14, and we get along great.  She seems comfortable talking with me, and she
has confided in me about her adolescent concerns that her mother (my
sibling) knows nothing about.

   Lately, though, I am worried that we may be getting too close, if you
know what I mean, and I don't want to do anything wrong that might hurt
her. So, I want to tell you my story, and maybe you can help me decide if
I'm the Cool Aunt, or the Sick, Twisted Aunt.

   It all started out innocently enough.  Ariel is very athletic, but she
is rather shy and perhaps a bit immature.  She lost her father in a car
accident at a young age, and her mother, Madeline, has babied her and
protected her ever since.  I suspect she is trying to compensate for the
sudden death of Ariel's father.  Maddie is several years older than me, and
she is an accomplished ER nurse who loves her job at the city hospital. 
She works three twelve hour shifts a week, and is home the other four days.
I go to grad school, but I have the summer off between semesters.

   When I answered the phone that day, I was surprised how upset Maddie
sounded.  For a nurse who sees all kinds of trauma, she was neither calm
nor collected:

   "Ariel broke her arm during her softball game," she blubbered between
sobs, "can you come pick her up at the hospital?"

   "Of course, Maddie, I'll come right away," I assured her.

   By the time I got there, Ariel's arm had already been x-rayed and she
wore a cast from her shoulder to her wrist.  She and Maddie stood up when
they saw me, and they both gave me warm hugs.

   "She's going to be okay, but she'll have to wear her cast for the whole
summer", Maddie explained, "it's a good thing school lets out on Friday."

   "And it's also a good thing my semester ended last week," I added.

   "Oh, Eve, do you think you could stay with us on my work days?" Maddie
asked, as Ariel stood by nodding her approval.  "It'll just be for three
days per week, and I'll even pay you", she offered.

   "Nonsense," I replied, "I'm happy I can help."

   "Oh, thank you so much, Aunt Evie," Ariel chimed in, "I'll try not to be
a pain!"

   "You'll be no trouble, sweetheart," I assured her, "we'll have fun!"

   Maddie looked at her watch, and explained she still had to work the rest
of her shift, as she led us to the exit.  After some more quick hugs, she
turned away, and disappeared down the corridor.

   As I drove my young niece home, she told me all about how she and
another player were going for the ball, and they crashed into each other.
She fell awkwardly on her arm and broke it pretty good.

   "Of course, it's my right arm, and I'm right-handed," she noted.  "I
guess I'm going to have trouble doing a lot of things."

   "Don't worry, baby, we'll manage," I offered confidently.

   As we entered Maddie's condo, I asked Ariel what she would like to do.
She was still sweaty from her softball game, and she was dying to take a
shower.  Of course, she knew that was out of the question because of her
cast, so we opted for a bath instead.  I started the water, while Ariel
wrestled with the safety cap on her bottle of pain pills.  She finally
managed to get it open, and took two of them.

   As the tub filled, I helped her take off her shoes and socks, and helped
her out of her uniform, bra and panties.  She settled down into the tub,
making sure not to get her cast wet.  She laid back, closed her eyes, and
let out a long sigh.  As I readied her washcloth, I took a long look at her
strong body.  She carried almost no body fat, just mostly long shapely
legs, a young blossoming teenage body, smallish, perky breasts, and short
red hair.  I couldn't help but notice that she had some red stubble in her
pubic area.

   She hardly moved a muscle, as I bathed her gently, starting with her
face and neck, and slowly working my way down her slim body.  I washed her
shoulders and her left arm, then up her torso until I reached her breasts.
I hesitated for just a couple seconds before cupping each one in the warm
washcloth, and squeezing them slightly as I cleaned them.  Ariel whispered
a quiet groan in response, but she didn't open her eyes.

   I moved down her body and diverted towards her legs.  I washed each one
and massaged her tired feet, which elicited a grateful smile from her,
along with a hushed response: "feel's good" she muttered.  It was pretty
clear that the warm bath water and the pain pills were taking their toll on
her.  I sensed that she may soon drift off, and I couldn't leave her in the
tub.  I soaped up the wash rag, and put in in her left hand, as I shook her
arm to rouse her.

   "Come on, honey, you're getting drowsy.  Now finish up your bath and
we'll get you into bed," I told her.  Ariel opened up her eyes halfway,
looked at the washcloth in her hand, opened her legs, and began washing.

   "Oh sorry," she said faintly, still adrift.

   "Sorry about what, babe?" I responded.

   "Oh, the hair," she explained, "I meant to shave down there last night,
but I never got around to it."

   "That's okay, Ariel, nothing to be sorry about," I reassured her.

   She shook her head: "But now I won't be able to, because I shave with my
right hand," she explained.  "Would you help me with it?"

   I felt a vague twinge between my legs, as her question became clear to
me:
"Of course, sweetie, whatever you like," I answered, as she slid onto
her side so she could clean her bottom.  "Now, let's get you out of that

tub and dried off.

   With great effort, she stood up as I met her with a towel.  I dried her
off tenderly and thoroughly.  I would be lying if I told you I didn't get
some sort of naughty thrill from running her towel over her tits and
between her legs.  I steadied her long enough to help her with her
deodorant.  As I walked her to her room, I could see that she was
struggling to keep her eyes open.  When she saw her bed, she plopped down
rather hard, forgetting about her broken arm.  "OW!" she yelled, and I
leaned down to comfort her.

   Are you okay, Honey?" I asked, as I pulled her sheet up over her lithe
frame.  She didn't even reply.  She was already deep into slumber land.  I
sat next to her and tried to soothe her, playing with her short locks, and
massaging her shoulders.  She was angelic, with a face that exuded
innocence.  I guess I never really took note of her innate beauty until
now. She was always my little shadow while she was growing up, and I didn't
really think about her turning into the attractive young woman I was seeing
now.

   She sighed dreamingly, as she pulled her arms out from under the sheet,
and rested them on top.  I surmised that she was still overheated from her
warm bath, so I didn't try to cover her up again.  I just sat and stared at
her exposed breasts.  For several long minutes, I didn't move.  I just kept
watching her chest heave up and down to the rhythm of her breathing.  And
then, I did something quite naughty: without really thinking it through, I
reached over and took each of her breasts in my hands.  I was shocked at my
impulsiveness, and I could feel myself blush with embarrassment.  I took a
quick look at the bedroom door, as if I was expecting to see her mother
come in any second.

   When I glanced at the clock, I realized that Maddie wouldn't be home for
several more hours.  So, I went back to fondling my precious niece's firm,
budding tits.  I bent over and put my mouth over one of her nipples, then
the other one, sucking gently.  Ariel didn't budge, but her nipples became
erect despite her being in a deep slumber.  I couldn't believe my
brazenness, yet I didn't stop there.  Remembering Ariel's request for me to
help her shave her pubic area, I decided to take a look.  I inched the
sheet down, until it only covered her legs.

   I looked closely at my niece's feminine mound, and stroked the thin
layer of red hair that appeared evenly over it.  I calculated that it was
only one or two day's growth at the most.  I thought back to my teen years,
and I couldn't recall how old we were when we started trimming our intimate
hairline, but I'm sure it wasn't as young as 13, or now 14, since she had
just celebrated her birthday a month ago.  As my finger traced the line
that defined her labia, I quickly pulled back, as Ariel stirred, and opened
her legs a bit wider.  I figured I had better make it legitimate, if I was
to continue my loving molestation of my unconscious niece: I went into the
bathroom and brought back a damp washcloth, towel, shaving cream, and a
razor with a new blade.  I went back for a bowl of warm water, which I
placed on her night stand.

   I got right to work, moistening her mound with the damp washcloth, and
then squirting shave cream into my hand.  I know I was way too excited, but
I thought she might be pleasantly surprised to wake up clean shaven: she
did ask me to help her, I rationalized.  I carefully smoothed the shaving
cream over her red stubble, and I thought I might just burst with
excitement.  My heart started racing, and I could feel perspiration forming
on my upper lip, as I made sure her pale, milky skin was covered in white.
And then, I dipped the razor in the bowl of hot water, and began:

   With one hand on the razor, and my other hand moving her skin this way
and that, I couldn't believe how aroused I became.  I lovingly removed her
soft pubic hairs as thoroughly as possible, including the area inside her
creamy white thighs.  I was almost done after only a few minutes. 
Emboldened, I pulled the sheet completely off her legs, and bent each one
back so I could shave the hair around her ass.  After rinsing the shaving
cream off, I patted her dry with the towel, and took everything back to the
bathroom.  I found a bottle of lotion in the medicine cabinet, and brought
it back to her bedroom.  As I poured some lotion into my hand, I admired my
handiwork.  I talked myself into picturing her happy face when she
discovered my secret gift to her.

   I rubbed a generous amount of cream over her soft, satiny mound and
began spreading it around, running my fingers tantalizingly close to her
love opening.  I spread her legs further and glided my hand inside her
thighs, and down between her lean ass cheeks.  By now I was trembling with
taboo feelings, but I could not bring myself to stop.  My index finger
traced between her labia, and the rest of my fingers followed, until my
four fingers were sliding up and down between her pink pussy lips, and
slightly grazing her now protruding clit.

   I pulled back suddenly when her head rocked side to side momentarily,
but she didn't wake up.  Encouraged, I deliberately plunged two fingers
into her warm moistness, while my other hand found the damp spot in my
shorts.  Soon, I was fingering both her innocent pussy and my unworthy cunt
in unison.  A guilty orgasm had been building up inside me for quite some
time now, ever since the bath, and so it wasn't a surprise that my body
lurched out of control as I fingered my pussy and pinched my clit
vigorously.  My body was jolting her bed so hard, that I had to stand up
beside her and finish myself off, my legs quivering like crazy.  It was one
of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced.  I wasn't sure if it had to
do with my niece's age or her gender.  I had never been intimate with
another woman of any age, much less a young teenager, so maybe it was a
combination of the two things.  I now knew what they meant by the phrase
"guilty pleasure".

   Either way, I was amazed to have cum so hard, even as I felt a
tremendous sense of unworthiness from taking advantage of my passed out
niece.  She would never know, I said to myself, other than the fact that
she may notice that I shaved her without her knowledge.  I shuddered at the
thought of what her reaction might be when she wakes up.  I pulled her
sheet back up to her waist, and then crashed out on the living room couch,
not waking until Maddie came home from work.

   "Hi Eve, how's my precious wounded baby doing?" she asked first thing.

   "She's doing as well as can be expected," I reported, rubbing my eyes.
"She's had a bath and she took a couple pain pills, so she's been out like
a light ever since."

   "Well, that's good then, the poor thing!" Maddie answered back.  "Look,
I'm pretty beat, how about if we just order in some pizza for dinner and
watch a movie.  Can you stay the night?  I have to go in early again
tomorrow."

   "Sure thing, Maddie, I'll be happy to stay with Ariel for a few days. 
It'll be like an extended Girl's Night," I responded.

   By the time the pizza got there, Ariel was stirring.  She half stumbled
out of her room holding her robe in her hand.

   "Can someone help me with this thing?" she asked rather groggily.

   "Let me help you, pumpkin, her mom said, as she hurried over to her. 
"We just got some pizza delivered, are you hungry?" Ariel nodded as she
slumped next to me on the couch.  As her mother was busy in the kitchen
slicing the pie, my niece leaned in close to my ear, and whispered:
"thanks!" a sly grin on her face..."for shaving me!"

   I hoped she didn't notice my face turning a bright red.  She seemed
genuinely grateful, and I was more than a little relieved.  "You're
welcome, sweetie," I responded as calmly as I could.

   As we ate our pizza, Ariel was elated to hear that I would be staying
with her for a few days, until her mom was off work for the rest of the
week.  She listed all the fun things we could do together.  It helped that
today was Friday, and we had the weekend to do what we wanted.

   The next morning, Maddie was already off to work when Ariel and I woke
up.  As we sat in the kitchen drinking our tea, I asked my niece if she
wanted me to make some breakfast, but she shook her head 'no', with her
pretty face all scrunched up.  She complained of a stomach ache, and
wondered if it had to do with the late night pepperoni pizza.  She put her
hand to her forehead, and declared that it felt warm.  She leaned towards
me, and I felt it too.  She might be feverish, I thought, which is not a
good sign is for someone who just suffered trauma.

   "Aunt Evie, would you take my temperature?" she asked me coyly.

   "Sure, honey," I replied, as I asked her where they kept the
thermometer.

   "That's okay, I'll get it," she offered, "I just broke my arm, I'm not a
complete cripple!" With that, she disappeared into the bathroom, and
returned with a handful of articles: she placed a hand towel on the table,
and put a bottle of baby oil and the thermometer case on top of the towel.
She pulled the top off the case, slid out the thermometer and handed it to
me.  I looked at her quizzically:

   "Honey, this is a rectal thermometer," I announced.

   "Oh yes, I know.  It's the one mommy uses all the time," she explained,
smiling at me.  "Momma says it's the most accurate type, and she's a nurse,
so she should know." I couldn't argue with her, but I have to admit, I was
caught off guard.  I must have looked clueless, because Ariel then took it
upon herself to direct the proceedings:

   "Usually, I lay over my mom's lap, like this," she explained, as she
positioned her body across my legs, drawing her bathrobe up and exposing
her bare bottom to me.  "Then she uses the baby oil to make it easier to
slide it in...NO!  NO!  Not like that!" she admonished me, as I began to
pour the oil over the thermometer.  "No, first you drip some oil between
my...er...cheeks, and rub it around a little until my...butt hole relaxes."

   I couldn't believe I was hearing all this from my young niece, but I
wasn't complaining.  In fact, I was getting downright antsy between my
legs. It did make me think about Maddie's motivations, but I was too busy
being in the moment to worry about anything else.  I spread her cheeks
apart gingerly; just enough so that I could apply a few drops of
lubrication that my niece required.  And then, I calmly slid two fingers
into her crack.  I swirled them around and around, as I heard Ariel sigh
and moan ever so quietly.  I couldn't believe how steaming hot her anus
was.

   "Ah, yes, that's the way, Aunt Evie, just like that," she cooed.  I was
in no hurry, so I kept tracing my fingers up and down her sphincter.  She
squirmed a bit, but said nothing, as I spread her cheeks open wide to get a
look at her beautiful pink star.  By now, her rear end was glistening and
covered in oil.  Just as I began to wonder if she was going to continue
instructing me, what I heard next truly shocked me.

   "Now, put more oil on your finger, and stick it inside my bottom," she
told me.  "Momma says it's best to have it nice and slick in there before
you try to put the thermometer in." I oiled up my finger in silence.  I
reasoned I was here to help my niece out, so it was fine with me if she
called the shots.  I spread her cheeks wide open, and directed my oily
index finger to her forbidden orifice.  I made a few tight twirls, and then
I slid my finger into her, up to the first knuckle, moving it around
tenderly.

   "Oh, yes, Auntie Eve, that's the idea, only you have to go deeper," she
explained nonchalantly.  As I heard this latest instruction, I was about to
erupt in a wicked orgasm, but I didn't want to do that with my innocent
niece lying across my lap.  Regardless, I was determined to comply with all
her directions, so I worked my finger deeper and deeper, until my finger
was buried to the hilt.  As I wiggled it around, Ariel exhaled loudly, and
began to match the rhythm of my finger motion with her own buttocks.  I
tried to keep my eruption under control, but I felt my finger thrusting in
and out of her tender ass hole more forcibly, and my legs twitched and
strained to keep calm.

   "Oh yes!  That's how you do it!" she blurted out matter-of-factly.  "I'm
sure it's slippery enough now for that mean old Mister Thermometer," she
said, almost sounding as if she reverted to baby talk.  It made me wonder
how long Maddie had been playing this little game with her daughter. 
"Okay, now you can put it in, nice and deep."

   The thermometer easily slid into her well lubricated rectum.  I loved
watching her tender opening flex involuntarily, as the foreign object
violated her.  I buried it deep in her ass, exposing only the very tip,
which I held onto.  While we waited for the reading, I found myself rubbing
her taut ass cheeks absentmindedly with my other hand, but she didn't
object.  When the time was up, I slowly removed the thermometer, and held
it up to check the numbers.

   "Slightly higher than normal," I announced, as I sat up straight in
anticipation of her getting off my lap, but she didn't budge.

   "Um...now you have to dry me off with the towel," she said, almost
whispering.  So, I quickly assumed that the fun wasn't over yet.  As I
wiped her bottom clean of the baby oil, she reacted positively.  "That's
it, Auntie Eve, thanks," she said, but then added: "Oh, and don't forget to
check my...um...vagina to see if any oil leaked down there.  Mommy says
it's important to make sure there's no oil in there, because it could get
germs or an infection."

   With that, she stood up, bent over the table, and rested her chest on
her good arm, eyes facing down.  She spread her legs wide, and waited for
me to towel off the oil from her pussy.  The sight of her young,
well-toned, naked ass peering back at me made my heart skip a beat.  I
slowly and carefully wiped her down, as I allowed my finger to contact the
soft flesh between her legs.  When she wiggled her butt ever so slightly, I
boldly touched her labia more directly, and she pushed her ass back toward
me, saying nothing.  I responded by lightly flicking her clit with my
thumbnail, and I could see her beginning to swoon.  I know I was ready to
burst myself, as I kept teasing her clit not so subtly.  I wasn't sure what
I should do next, but if as on cue, Ariel picked up the thermometer and
handed it to me behind her back.

   "Maybe you should take my temperature down there too, she suggested,
giggling and swinging her hips in anticipation.  Her suggestion put me
right over the top, and I could feel the dampness pooling in my panties. 
There was no turning back now, and I placed the thermometer back down on
the table.  I moved my chair closer to her outspread legs, and sat down. 
My face was inches from her exposed sex, and I leaned forward and inhaled
her sweet scent.  I surprised her by sliding two fingers right into her
waiting vagina.  It was a bold move, but quickly verified:

   "OH GOD YES, AUNT EVIE!" she wailed out loud, "GIVE ME YOUR FINGERS! 
DEEPER!  OH MY GOD, YES!  FINGERFUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY!" She was now beside
herself with wanton lust.  She deliberately pushed her ass back towards me,
and slapped the table with her good hand.  She was losing control, and I
had to grab hold of her ass with my other hand in order to steady her.  In
doing so, my hand slipped, and my thumb popped into her dark passage.

   "OH MY FUCKING GOD, EVE!  OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!  TAKE ME!  TAKE ME! 
FUCK MY YOUNG PUSSY AND ASS WITH YOUR FUCKING FINGERS!  OOOOOOOOOH CHRIST
ALMIGHTY, YES!  YES!  YES!  IT FEELS SO GOOD!  OH LORD, I'M CUMMING, I'M
CUMMMMMMING!  OH, EVE FUCK ME!"

   Her body rocked that table, as she lurched around uncontrollably while I
stroked both her holes with my fingers and thumb, trying to maximize the
intensity of her climax.  She was a wild girl, making every last orgasmic
thrust count, until she finally collapsed on the table, her legs failing
her.  I sat back, and took some deep breaths, as I leered at her shiny
private parts.  I had so many thoughts going through my mind, but the one
that stood out was my need to get taken care of too.  As I pondered what to
say to my obviously well-seasoned niece, she made it easy:

   "I'm sorry," she mumbled, still lying prone across the table.

   "Sorry for what?" I asked, genuinely confused.

   "Well I'm sorry for disrespecting you and calling you Eve, instead of
Auntie Eve, or Aunt Evie," she explained.  I thought about it for a few
seconds.

   "Well, how do you plan to make it up to me?" I said softly.  She stood
up straight, turned around to face me, and looked me square in the eyes.

   "I'll do whatever you want," she said, smiling shyly, "but will you
promise me that you won't tell my mom about taking my temperature or
about...anything else?" Her eyes pleaded with me.

   I let another few seconds pass in silence, and I could see her squirm
uncomfortably.  I told myself I would have to think more about the
thermometer game that Ariel and Maddie seem to have been playing for a long
time, but for now, I had more immediate concerns.

   "Of course, dear, we'll keep all that just between you and me," I
replied calmly, even as I secretly rejoiced in making such a sacred pact
with my sexy and passionate niece.

   I got up out of the chair, grabbed my repentant niece gently by the
shoulders, turned her around, and sat her down in the chair.  I then peeled
off my sopping wet shorts and thong, and sat on the edge of the table
facing her.  She immediately began staring at my own bald pussy, as I lay
down on my back.  I pulled my feet up and rested them on the edge of the
table.

   "You know what to do, sweetheart," I said softly.