Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: ursismajor
Title: Confessions
Part: Chapter 8
Summary: Anna talks to her aunt
Keywords: F, f ,f, voy





   Chapter 8 Confessions

   November 1990

   By the time her aunt and her husband returned, laden with groceries,
Anna had pasta and a salad half prepared and a pleasant family lunch out in
the courtyard went on and on, all three happy and relaxed.  Anna drank
quite a lot for her age but it was rare that she did so except with her
family.  Wine was an important part of both her life with her father and
now with Jenny and Peter.

   They spoke about the return of Anna's father, only a couple of weeks
away and how, as it was now confirmed he was to return to the US for some
months, he would stay with friends nearby but spend a lot of time with his
daughter.  Jenny said that she and Peter had been invited to a party on
Saturday night, a party on Dangar Island in the Hawkesbury River where the
last ferry to the mainland, and hence their parked car, was at 11 PM.  So
they could enjoy the party, and stay the night, would Anna mind perhaps
going to a friend's house overnight?

   Anna's heart skipped a beat as she, perhaps too quickly, said no, that
would be fine.  "There's a party on Saturday night and I'm sure I can go
home with Helen afterwards."

   That evening she rang Helen and asked if it could be arranged.

   "No problems," her friend replied, "but I'll check with mum."

   She soon came back on the line, saying: "It's fine with mum but she asks
will you mind sharing a room with me."

   There was a pause, then Anna said: "Oh, I think that would be fine,
don't you?"

   "Yep," her friend replied, "tell your aunt I'm happy to keep an eye on
you.  In fact I plan to watch you very closely." And she broke into giggles
that Anna immediately found infectious.



   Peter had to go interstate and stay overnight on the next Wednesday and
Jenny came home from work early so she and her niece could go to the beach
for a while.  After, they had dinner at an Italian restaurant and arrived
home at about 8:30.

   "Quick showers then a glass of wine?" Jenny asked.

   "Sounds good," the girl replied.

   "Don't forget you can borrow one of Peter's T-shirts if you want.  You
know where they are."

   On the way to her room, Anna stepped into Jenny and Peter's room for the
offered man's clothing.  She absent mindedly pulled out a draw on the wrong
side of the chest, Jenny's side.  As she was about to close it she noticed,
mostly hidden by her aunt's underwear, a round, black object.  Her
curiosity tweaked, the teenager moved some garments aside and, for the
first time in her life, saw a vibrator.  She had seen pictures but somehow
the long, black smoothness of it surprised her.  She ran her finger tips
over its surface but then, suddenly being reminded of where she was by
hearing her aunt flush the toilet in the en suite, pushed the underwear
over it, closed the draw and was selecting a T-shirt from another draw when
the older woman came out of the bathroom.

   "Oh, this one's nice," Anna said, somewhat flustered, "I'll see you
outside soon."

   A little later Anna found her aunt sitting cross-legged on the sofa as
she had been the last time they had a `girls only' night at home so the
teenager naturally mirrored the older woman and made no effort to cover her
underwear.

   "Oh, white tonight," Jenny said, looking under the T-shirt that her
niece wore like a skirt.  "Me too." She bent her legs so her niece could
more easily see.

   Jenny handed Anna a glass of wine and asked: "How's it going with your
friend's boyfriend?  What's his name?"

   "Michael," the girl responded, too quickly she knew.  "What do you
mean?"

   "Well, have you `seduced' him yet?  Or have you let him `seduce' you?"

   "No, of course not," Anna giggled.  "Well, maybe a bit."

   "Come on.  Tell all.  You know the rules of the Game."

   "Mmmm." Anna took a sip of wine.  "At the last party we kissed a lot."

   "That's all?"

   "N-no.  A bit more."

   "Anna!"

   "Well, I sat on his knee, kissing.  The room was pretty dark but we
could see one of the other girls on a sofa with a boy and they were doing
LOTS!"

   "What sort of lots?  Were they screwing?"

   The girl drank some more wine.  "No, but they were, you know, touching
each other."

   "Go on."

   "It was pretty dark but we could see he had his hand up her skirt, her
skirt was pushed right up, and I think his hand was in her underpants."

   "Was she playing with his cock?"

   "Yes.  But I couldn't see much."

   "Did you and Michael enjoy watching?  I know I would have," the older
woman said encouragingly.

   "Yeah, I guess so," Anna responded.  "It's funny; every now and again I
remember you're my aunt and I get embarrassed talking to you like this but
most of the time I forget who you are."

   "Gee, thanks."

   "No, you know what I mean.  Most of the time it's like talking to..."

   "A girlfriend?"

   "Yeah, but I don't talk so much with any of them."

   "Just remember Anna, whatever we say to each other stays between us.  I
won't even tell Peter unless you say I may.  And I don't think your father
would take to kindly to the thought of his sister `corrupting' his
daughter."

   "Thanks Jenny.  And I promise too."

   They sat in silence for a time, sipping their wine, then Anna said:
"You're turn.  Have you ever watched anyone doing `it'"?

   "Have I ever watched anyone fucking do you mean?  Between us the
language doesn't matter.  Anyway, it's a perfectly good Anglo-Saxon word.
Yes, a few times, the first when I was about your age."

   "Are you going to tell me the details?  Please."

   "Well, as I said I was about your age and was part of a party circuit, a
bit like yours perhaps" She looked quizzically at Anna, "and there was a
lot of kissing and playing about, switching partners and that sort of
thing. But we didn't fuck.  There was one girl, not really part of our
group but the girlfriend of one of the boys who was, sort of an outsider,
and she never let anyone touch her except her boyfriend.  They were going
pretty steady and we all knew they screwed."

   Jenny went on to tell her blonde niece how the other girls didn't like
the one they thought snooty and disapproving when all the others wanted to
do was to have fun, to explore.  She told how on a particular night the
party group had someone's house to ourselves for quite a while how the boys
had been worded-up in advance that they "should try to get into her
panties" as the aunt put it.

   "Alcohol was rare for us but this night we made sure there was plenty
and the boys started conning this girl into drinking a lot.  I kept her
boyfriend busy on the veranda - and I enjoyed THAT I can tell you - until
one of the other girls called us in and there this uppity bitch was, not
out to it but giggling pissed, while two of the boys worked on her - one on
her tits and one in her panties.  She was too pissed to protest, and anyway
she was certainly enjoying the attention.  Then my boyfriend pulled her
panties off, pushed her legs apart, climbed on top and fucked her while we
all watched."

   "Wow!  Wow!  Then what?"

   "When he finished, and her giggling her head off, and enjoying it no
end, another boy fucked her, and after him, another.  Then we got her
dressed but pretended we couldn't find her panties so, before the oldies
came home, she, pantyless, and her boyfriend left.  She never came to
another party and not long after she and her boyfriend broke up."

   "Oh Jenny, that's SO hot!"

   "Yes, even now it makes me hot thinking about it."

   "Wow," the girl said again.  "Wow."

   "So you see what a naughty teenager your aunt was."

   Jenny looked at her wide-eyed, somewhat flushed niece and wondered how
wet the girl's cunt was.  As wet as her own, she wondered.

   "But now it's my turn.  You know the rules - you can refuse to answer
but you cannot lie.  OK?"

   "Yeah, OK, I guess," the teenager murmured.

   "Right, so there you are, sitting on this guy's, Michael's, lap, kissing
and watching a couple doing nice things to each other.  Right?  Well, what
was Michael doing to you?"

   Anna looked uncomfortable.  "Now suddenly I feel embarrassed, like I'm
talking to my aunt again."

   "OK, I'll help you."

   Jenny poured the last of the wine into their glasses and they both
drank.

   "I'll ask.  Did he play with your breasts?"

   "A little.  Not much."

   "So maybe he was busy elsewhere.  Did he put his hand up your skirt?"

   "Um, yes."

   "Now we're getting somewhere.  Were you still wearing your panties?"

   "Oh yes," was the emphatic reply.

   "His hand in your panties then?"

   A nod.

   "A finger in you perhaps?"

   Again a nod.

   "There's no need to be shy.  I'm not your aunt tonight, I'm a girlfriend
who can keep a secret.  So, there you were, sitting on his lap, watching a
friend get fingered and watching her jacking a boy while Michael
finger-fucked you.  Correct?"

   "Yes," Anna said, "correct."

   "When I was going to parties at your age I confess I LOVED having that
done to me."

   "Um, ah, well, so did I."

   "Good!  It shows you're normal.  Did Michael cum?"

   "No.  Oh no."

   "Pity.  When I was your age and going to those parties I always liked to
have at least one boy cum."

   "What, in your hand or something?"

   "Sometimes but I really liked it on me, on my legs.  I still do - like
it, that is."

   Jenny was really wet now, her thoughts a mixture of remembering what it
was like for her to be 15 and imaging the scene of her niece being
fingered. She wanted desperately to put her hand between her legs and
masturbate, right there in front of the girl.  "Whoops," she thought,
"hardly a responsible adult thing to do."

   They sat silent for a while, Jenny watching the girl squirm, guessing at
her feelings.

   "Thank you for telling me," Jenny said.  "You see, the Game works well,
doesn't it?  It's got me as randy as hell and no Peter to do anything about
it!"

   The girl laughed, thinking about the black vibrator she had seen in the
draw and wondering what it would be like to have it slide into her vagina.
"I bet it will get some use tonight," she thought.

   The conversation and her confession had opened the floodgates for Anna
and from that moment on she would continue to play the game, over the
coming weeks, with increasing freedom from embarrassment.

   "Time for bed," her aunt said.  "The bottles empty and it's a work day
for me tomorrow."

   At her bedroom door they hugged and as Jenny turned away Anna plucked
her courage from somewhere and asked: "Will you really miss him tonight? 
You know, if he was here would you..."

   "Would I want him to fuck me?  Absolutely - and it's all my niece's
fault.  But he's not here so I'll just have to look after myself, just as I
expect you will do.  Good night, my dear," she said sweetly and closed the
door to her room.

   Anna went to the bathroom, ignored her unbrushed teeth and hair, and her
pyjamas, and jumped into bed.  As her finger found her sex and slid in she
marvelled at the wetness.  As she began to work on her opening, in and out,
her vagina made slurping noises.  The girl rehearsed the words in her mind.
"Finger-fucking", "pussy", "my cunt".

   "I wonder what I could use instead of a vibrator", she thought, and knew
that the next day she would think of something.



   When Anna woke next morning Jenny had already gone to work.  The naked
girl lay for a while in that soft, mostly awake state before slipping a
finger into her cunt.  "Wow, I'm still wet," she mused.

   Knowing she was alone, Anna went naked to the bathroom, peed, showered
then put on the man's T-shirt she had worn the previous evening.  As she
put her underpants to the wash she noticed the staining of the crutch. 
"Yes, last night was....".

   She went into the main bedroom and carefully opened the draw where she
had seen the black toy.  Not there.

   She closed the draw and was leaving the room when she glanced at the
bed. It appeared her aunt had left in something of a hurry this morning
because the bed was unmade and the clothes she had worn the previous night
were lying next to it - T-shirt, white lacy bra and white panties, turned
inside out as if just taken off, and, yes, Anna bent closer, stained.  The
teenager began to giggle - "What a naughty night," she thought.  And half
hidden under the pillow?  The smooth round tip of a black vibrator.

   Anna wanted to ring her friend Helen and "tell her all" but as she
reached for the phone she remembered she and her aunt had promised each
other they would not tell anyone what went on between them.

   "Still," she thought, dialling the number, "she doesn't know I've seen
her "toy" and I didn't promise anything about that, did I?"

   It was now 10 o'clock and she figured Helen's parents would be out. 
"But I hope she isn't," she thought as she flopped onto the couch with the
phone.

   The phone rang unanswered for a long time but just as Anna was about to
give up, Helen, rather breathlessly answered.

   "Oh, hi.  I just got out of the shower.  In fact I'm only wearing a
towel."

   "I've got to tell you.  Last night I opened in wrong draw in the cabinet
in my aunt's room and guess what?  She has a big black plastic vibrator!"

   "Wow!  I've never seen one except in pictures."

   "Neither had I.  Well, anyway I went in to take another look this
morning after she'd gone to work and it wasn't there!  But then I saw it,
half under her pillow!  Her husband's away and I bet she used it last
night!"

   "Wow!  That's hot!  I'd love to see someone use a vibrator."

   "So would I.  I'm really looking forward to Saturday night - you know,
the party then talking to you after."

   "So am I.  You remember our agreement don't you?  About watching each
other?"

   "Yeah, yeah - I guess so."

   "God I'm randy lately," Helen said.  "Where's a good long finger when
you need it."

   "I thought you had several," Anna laughed.

   "Yeah but someone else's would be nice." The phone went quiet for a
moment.  "Ah, that's better", Helen said.

   "What is?"

   "Well, now I'm lying on my bed and I've taken the towel off so I'm
naked. AND I've found a long finger, my own, but still....."

   Jenny felt herself getting hot.  "Are you, you know....  Is it in your,
um, vagina?"

   "VAGINA!  NO, it's not in my VAGINA!  It's in my CUNT!  Or PUSSY if your
prefer!  Or TWAT!  Or SLIT!  Anna, stop being so coy!  Now I'm moving it in
and out.  Come-on Anna, say it: My friend Helen is fingering her cunt!  Go
on!"

   "My, my f-friend Helen is f-fingering her c-c-cunt."

   "Yep, and it feels really good.  Are you doing it yet?"

   "No, but..."

   "Go on.  Where are you?  What are you wearing?"

   "I'm on the lounge.  It's just a T-shirt, one of Uncle Peter's"

   "Just a T-shirt?  No pants?  You slut!"

   "Helen!"

   "Pretend I'm there with you and I want to watch you.  What will you do?"

   Anna, reacting to the excitement of the Q & A she had played last night
with her aunt, said: "What would you like me to do?"

   "You're siting on the sofa?  OK.  Bend you legs.  OK?  Now open them
wide so I can see."

   "OK."

   "If I was sitting on the floor in front of you, what could I see?

   "Y-you could see I've o-opened my legs and...."

   "And?"

   "You could see my, my c-cunt"

   "Now, use your fingers and open the lips; you remember from biology
lessons, your vulva."

   "OK.  Now you can see right into mu c-cunt."

   "Now do what I'm doing."

   "Mmmmmm."

   "What are you doing?"

   "What you are," Anna gasped.  "I'm fingering myself.  OH, ah, I'm
finger-fucking my cunt!  Oh God, I'm cuming."

   "Ah, now so am I!"

   There were no more words, just some noises of gasps and deep breathes
being taken.

   "Anna?"

   "Yes."

   I've pulled my finger out and now I'm going to lick it."

   "Helen?"

   "Yes."

   "I'm licking mine too."

   "I'm REALLY looking forward to Saturday night!"

   "Me too," Anna replied.

   "We can tell each other about the boys at the party and what they did to
us.  Then we can watch each other finger ourselves."

   "Yes, oh yes."

   Helen giggled.  "And maybe we can lick each other's fingers."

   "Oh yes," her blonde friend replied.