Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: ursismajor Title: Yummy Slurping Part: Chapter 3 Summary: Anna settles in and finds family life can be sexy Keywords: MF, f-mast CHAPTER 3 Yummy Slurping October 1990 A few weeks later, in an unseasonably warm period of dry weather, on Sunday, the day after Anna had been to another party, as a family they took advantage of the warmth and went sailing. They were back by dark, tired, wind and sun dried and salty but by 8 PM they were showered fed, dressed in loose summery clothes and watching television. Jenny wore a long, almost sheer dress, low cut and with a full skirt (she had not expected to dress like that for another month or so) while Anna wore shorts and a halter-topped blouse. Her aunt was cuddled up to her husband on the sofa across the room from her niece and whatever they were watching must have been engrossing. Anna looked across the room and saw that Peter's hand had strayed to his wife's breasts and, forgetting the teenager's presence, he was gently caressing her through the thin fabric. Before Anna had come to visit this was a pretty normal procedure while watching TV (this and sometimes much more, depending on what they were watching) and, distracted as they were, they had forgotten they were not alone. But they weren't and, now that she had seen the roving hand, Anna couldn't help watching it slowly moving across the fabric of the dress, sometimes moulding it to the shape of the body inside. When this happened it was clear to the girl that her aunt was braless (and that her nipple was hard). Suddenly Jenny noticed Anna watching. She sat upright, pushing the hand away as her niece tried to pretend she had noticed nothing. "Peter! Stop that! I'm sorry Anna. He just can't control himself!" The girl blushed (at being caught peeping) and laughed. "Don't worry about me. I don't mind. Anyway, I'm off to bed so you don't have to worry." Without further comment, she kissed them both, wished them a good night, and headed for bed. Later that night, in bed in her pyjamas, she slid her hand into her pants and explored her slit with her finger. She did that often. She liked the feeling. Her finger was not the only thing she had put in her vagina but, unlike her aunt at her age, she had relatively little experience. She had been fingered, only twice by others (once very briefly) since she had turned 15 and but she knew she liked it. She wondered about Jenny but of course didn't know that her aunt had first played with herself when she was 10 and had been regularly fingered by boys since she was 12. Anna tried to feel her cervix but decided she needed a longer finger to easily do that. Still, the finger deep inside felt SO good and her other hand slid into the pyjamas and began to rub clitoris. In her head she replayed the events of the previous night at the party, the pash sessions she had had with three of the boys, allowing her blouse to be pulled up and her bra-covered breasts pawed by one of them; then later allowing Meg's boyfriend, the one she fancied, to put his hand up her skirt while they kissed on the darkened veranda. He had rubbed her through her underpants ("should I have let him go further?" she thought, "will I let him next time?" "will there be a next time?"). As she continued to work on her genitals she noticed how wet she had become. Her finger was making little squishing noises as it went in and out of her body and as her excitement increased her mind turned to her aunt and uncle. Sure, Uncle Peter was playing with Aunt Jenny's tits but she sure wasn't objecting! She wondered if her aunt liked him to suck her breasts the way she had read about in the more raunchy passages of some novels that had been circulating at school. She wondered what it would be like to have HER breasts licked and sucked, what it would feel like if Meg's boyfriend did it. What it would feel like if Uncle Peter did it! A little ashamed at such a thought, she tried to switch off, to calm down, but she couldn't and soon her finger returned to its rhythmic activity deep inside her. She liked the liquid sound of her fingering. "Slurp", she said to herself. "Yummy slurp." What had she heard it called at school and in books? "Pussy" was often whispered by some of her school friends and she knew a crude word for it was "cunt" but wasn't that the word she had heard early that morning from the adjacent bedroom? She hadn't heard much but it was certainly her aunt who was gasping and through the half-heard sounds Anna remembered the words "God" and "nice" and "cunt". Her aunt had also said "quickly!" and "all the juices!" and finally, almost shouted "Oh God!" What was Uncle Peter doing to her aunt? Was he doing something to her "cunt"? Was he having intercourse with her, "fucking" her? How long were her uncle's fingers? Would he be able to feel Anna's cervix? What would it feel like to have him try? Anna really liked her uncle and was aware of her own changed feelings when she was with him. She felt guilty and very naughty when she allowed herself to think about him. Still, she couldn't help thinking about his fingers making the wet noises as they slid up her, just as she was now doing to herself. Then she came, stifling an almost scream. As her body relaxed she brought her soaking finger to her mouth and carefully licked it clean, silently thanking her friend Helen for teaching her THAT little lesson in pleasure. Dozing, she heard faint rhythmic sounds from the other room. "He's fucking her now," she thought as she drifted into to sleep, smiling. "Tomorrow morning," she thought. "Again tomorrow. Slurp. Yummy slurp."