Magdalena, Chapter 2

by Jackie

The next morning at breakfast Meg was surprised to hear that they were going on a road trip. Before alcohol had made them all stupid the foursome had apparently decided to visit Rick's sister and her husband today. The twelve year old was only slightly miffed that she had to go along. She hadn't planned anything other than hanging out with her favorite aunt and uncle anyway but it did get on her nerves that she wasn't consulted. At least it would be an opportunity to do the thing she loved the most; swim. Her brother Adam, who'd spent the night at a friend's, was permitted to stay in the city with his chum.

The girl noticed that the adults were all dressed fairly nicely and decided that her track shorts and tank top were out of place. When the breakfast dishes were cleared she announced her intentions to change before they left. "OK sweetie but be quick ... and don't forget your bathing suit." Meg had been to Terry and Frank's place before but it had been a couple of years. They hadn't visited since Uncle Rick and Aunt Tammy had moved away. It made sense since Teresa was Rick's sister. She was reminded that the couple they were going to visit live on a lake south of the city about an hour's drive away.

Meg rummaged through her drawers until she located her faded green one piece bathing costume. Being early in the season she hadn't worn it since last year. She had her competition suits but they were expansive and strictly used for her swim team practices and competitions. Even though she'd been told to hurry she took the time to try the lake swim suit on. It's a good thing the well worn material was stretchy or she'd never have gotten into it. The shoulder straps and elastic around her legs bit in uncomfortably. Looking at herself in the mirror the preteen suddenly felt the beginnings of a sexual rumble. The green spandex clung like a second skin. Last year she'd had no bust to be housed but now her developing mounds were outlined in vivid detail. The manufacturers had found no reason to put any sort of liner in the top of a suit designed for a child. Trouble was she wasn't quite a child anymore. The swimsuit makers had made a similar omission down below; no crotch gusset. The result was that her labia were embossed into the stretchy green bathing apparel. It was the recognition that every detail of her girlhood was defined for public viewing that stimulated the youngster's limbic system. Feeling the heat rising below her tummy Meg knew her mother would never let her wear this. 'She won't know until it's too late' she thought as she turned in profile to view the fact that the seat could not stretch to cover her rounding buttocks. From the back it looked at best like a permanent wedgy, at worst like a thong.

"Magdalena are you coming?" her mother shouted up the stairs, shocking the girl out of her solitary fashion show.

"Coming mom" she replied. She had made her wardrobe choices before she'd left the breakfast table. She hoped it wouldn't take too long to find the one critical piece. She stripped off the suit and pawed through her underwear until she found them. A faded pair of panties with playful kittens all over them; their distinctive feature ... the lower seam, the one across the crotch was coming apart. When the slightly tight underwear was pulled into place the hole gaped exposing the very thing it was there to cover. The next key element in her alluring ensemble was a tight caramel corduroy skirt. It wasn't new and her mother had thought it was too short when they'd bought it. It was even shorter now. Last was a red scoop necked top with flowers embroidered around the neckline.

Meg put her bathing suit and a towel in the mini backpack and bounded down the stairs. Her mother's reaction was predictable. "Oh sweetie you can't wear that!" she moaned. Her father who was standing at the door challenged the observation.

"She's fine honey ... it's only family, and she'll be in her bathing suit most of the time anyway" As if that would be an improvement! "Let's get going before the whole day's shot." Missus St. Croix snorted her disapproval but didn't argue. Tammy and Rick were waiting patiently beside her father's pride and joy. The van was only a few weeks old and mister St. Croix was in love with the practical wheels, especially the rear seating arrangement. The second and third row seating faced each other, giving the passenger area a homey feel. Aunt Tammy and Uncle Rick took the forward facing third row captain's chairs, leaving the rear facing second row bench for the provocatively dressed twelve year old.

Even before she was buckled in Meg was aware of the drafty sensation created by her semi crotch-less panties. Aunt Tammy had been a little strange all morning particularly around Magdalena. The older woman rarely made eye contact and was uncharacteristically quiet. 'She's embarrassed about what happened yesterday' Meg concluded. 'Maybe she only does that sexy stuff when she's had a few.' The girl was hoping that it wasn't the case.

Things started off innocently enough. Uncle Rick's eyes were on the distant windshield unaccustomed as he was to being a passenger and he was talking to the back of her father's head. Meg paid little attention to the conversation that centered on automotive topics. Aunt Tammy was looking out the window also apparently ignoring the exchange the men were having. Magdalena sat in an unladylike fashion with her knees as far apart as the tight corduroy would allow. When a lull in the men's conversation provided an opportunity, the little budding exhibitionist asked her uncle "Does mister Fitzsimons still have that awesome boat?" the question naturally drew Rick's attention as planned. Her uncle's eyes met hers and he had started to answer when his gaze swept down the preteen's body and discovered the apparently innocent exhibition. The fifty year old stopped in mid sentence and cleared his throat. He was trying with all his will power not to stare at the erotic display but he seemed unable to control his own eyes.

Meg had no problem figuring out where her focus needed to be. She was immediately rewarded by the obvious twitching and jerky movement in the crotch of her uncle's drawstring shorts. Rick never saw the satisfied smile. Tammy looked over at her husband who had evidently lost his command of the language with some concern. From the look on his face it wouldn't have been hard to conclude that he was having a stroke. She was about to ask him if he was OK when she detected and followed the path of his gaze. The lightning bolt that hit her pussy made her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Meg allowed her attention to be drawn from the growing bulge in the pathetic man's pants to her dad's sister. 'Bingo!' the nymph rejoiced seeing the look, the one she would eventually come to know as lust, etched on her aunt's face.

Meg felt the rumbling itchy heat building below her waist as her relatives devoured her girlhood with their eyes. Uncle Rick finally managed to choke out that his brother-in-law indeed still had the sleek ski boat and then fell silent, forcing himself to look out the windshield again. He silently prayed that the removal of the visual stimulus would allow his aching hard-on to subside. It wasn't very effective because the erotic image was stamped on his optic nerve. The wanton preteen delighted in watching the cylindrical bulge jerk occasionally as her uncle feigned disinterest.

Aunt Tammy wasn't nearly as coy in her appreciation. She stared openly and intently at the spectacle. When Meg checked back in with her female victim she was somewhat surprised to find the older woman looking at her face. When their eyes met for nearly the first time that day the youngster was greeted with a knowing smile. The idea that her aunt deduced the exposure to be deliberate thrilled her. 'I wonder what she'll do about it... ' the twelve year old mused.

Her aunt was wearing a yellow sundress with a bra top. The cotton blend fabric that encased her breasts was remarkably thin. Tammy rightfully thought she had great tits and enjoyed showing them off. The dress had been chosen to get a rise, literally, from her boat owning brother-in-law but now the erotic actions of her niece were exciting the other side of her sexuality. She didn't know what the girl's reaction to her inebriated teasing yesterday had been. She did know that her brother's child had stayed for the whole show and, based on the view she was currently providing, that she might not be as innocent as previously thought. Tammy was anxious to explore the youngster's sexual knowledge and appetite.

Tammy had evidently returned her attention to the passing scenery much to Magdalena's disappointment. Maybe she was misreading the signals. Oh well there was always Rick's dancing penis to entertain her. She was happy that her favorite uncle wasn't able to prevent his eyes from straying back to her crotch from time to time. Aunt Tammy had her elbow on the van's window ledge. The arm position put her right hand very close to the lightly covered projection of the older woman's full breast. Meg felt her arousal fading into boredom as they rode in silence except for her father's ancient music selection coming from the powerful sound system. She looked back at her distracted aunt's bosom imagining it as she'd seen it yesterday while the intoxicated woman was sleeping naked. The memory of the round masses of flesh lolling on the outsides of her ribcage, with the large brownish pink circles in the center seemed to reignite the fires in her belly. That's when she noticed that her playmate's hand was not idle. Missus Gibbons fingers were discretely teasing a little knob that projected itself against the yellow bodice of the sundress. The nub looked as long as the first joint of the side gazing woman's finger. In fact when Meg saw her pinch the protrusion it was clear that the engorged nipple was longer than the caressing thumb was wide. The sight acted like gasoline on the smoldering embers between her legs.

Tammy had almost given up waiting for Magdalena to notice her tittie play. It didn't really matter. Toying with her hypersensitive nip was creating a symphony of pleasure that helped pass the time very nicely. Though her head remained turned toward the window her eyes were rotated to the van's interior, and more specifically at her adolescent playmate. When she realized that she had captured the girl's attention she pulled the object of her pleasure out from her breast to an amazing extreme. Meg was very conscious of the joy that could be generated in the boobs. It was, in a way, the genesis of her sexual awakening. Her nipples weren't yet half the size of her aunt's, and if size mattered, she could only try to imagine the mind blowing sensations her traveling companion was feeling right now. Unconsciously her hand started stroking one of her budding titties, feeling the puffy center respond and poke out hard against the erotic caress.

Rick Gibbon had the misfortune to steal one of his furtive peeks about the same time. Seeing his niece playing with herself caused a cramp in his balls that nearly made him cry out. His yearning dick, which he had managed to deflate a little, was suddenly as hard as rock again. Imprisoned in his drawstring shorts it throbbed and began to leak. The middle aged man decided that at the first opportunity when they arrived he was going to relieve his aching testicles. It was something of a relief when he recognized the turn onto his sister's property. Soon he'd be able to slip into a washroom and give his engorged member the attention it so badly needed. He realized that he did need a plan to mask the state of arousal long enough to reach the sanctuary. The light shorts would provide no disguise whatsoever.

Mister and missus St. Croix were oblivious to the sexual tension scant feet away. They pulled up in front of the cedar chalet styled home, nestled between the pine covered hillside and the mirror smooth water of the lake. The Fitzsimons had been lounging on the massive deck overlooking the lake that fronted their hideaway. When the van rolled to a stop they came over to the wide stairway as the city folks tumbled out of the van. Greetings were called out from both sides and overlapped as Uncle Rick was the first one up the stairs to shake Frank Fitzsimons hand and give his sister a bent at the waist, neck and shoulders one arm only hug. Teresa was the only one who thought it odd that her brother insisted on keeping the beach bag he was holding directly in front of him. "Sorry to be rude sis but I need to take a pee" he lied.

"Me too" Meg's mother rejoined, also lying.

"Rick you go downstairs to the mud room, Phyllis you follow me" the three of them disappeared inside the chalet leaving the girl, her father and her aunt to continue the welcoming ceremony with big Frank. Mister Fitzsimons was a large ruddy man who could have passed for a WWF wrestler. His shaved head promoted the image but his ready deep bellowing laugh didn't.

"Come on and have some refreshment" Frank invited as he headed back toward the end of the deck where several outdoor chairs surrounded a large stainless steel barbeque.

"So how ya been keepin?'" Meg's father asked by way of starting a conversation with his old acquaintance.

"Great ... just great" big Frank replied with his infectious belly laugh "Ever since we moved out here ten years ago I bin havin' the time of my life. I don't know how you folks can bear livin' in all that noise and congestion." Frank was handing his guest a sweaty beer from the ice filled cooler. "Ya want a beer Tammy?" her brother-in-law asked.

"No thanks, Frank" the woman with the lopsided nipples declined.

"How about some wine?" Teresa asked as she emerged from the sliding doors behind her husband.

"That sounds nice"

"Red or white?" the petit black haired hostess queried.

"Oh ... red if you have it ... I hear it's healthier" Tammy replied wishing she'd had time to even herself up.

"Ya, that's why I drink too ... for my health" Frank quipped and followed it with his deep bellowing laugh again. Terry had retreated back into the house. "Sit ... take a load off" the ruddy faced man suggested plopping his large frame into the chair nearest the cooler. 'Same old Frank' Tammy thought 'wouldn't want to have to go too far for the next adult beverage ... would we?' Teresa emerged carrying two glasses of deep red liquid closely followed by Meg's mom carrying her own, and looking very relieved; almost as relieved as Rick who stepped through the door a few seconds later.

Familiar with the protocol the man whose dick was now flaccid and satisfied reached into the cooler and extracted a dripping brown bottle. It was only he and Meg who were still standing. Rick went over and hoisted his butt onto the wide top rail of the guard that surrounded the deck.

"There's plenty of chairs" Phyllis commented as her brother-in-law perched on the railing.

"He likes to look at the trees instead of the lake" his wife explained "always has to be different ... don't ya honey?"

"Me too" Meg rejoined but she had to put her foot on the center board of the railing to climb high enough to be able to park her butt beside her uncle's. Her mother was looking over her shoulder at her daughter when the short tight corduroy skirt completely failed its only mission. The assembly of adults was treated to a view of the twelve year old ass encased in the faded kitten covered panties. Her mother blushed deeply in embarrassment; not sure if the embarrassment was for her or for her daughter. She thought about telling the preteen to get down but decided against it, fearful that it would just result in a shameful instant replay. The damage was done, or so she thought, as she turned back toward Frank, Tammy and Terry. Her husband was at her side facing the house and thus was spared his daughter's inadvertent spectacle.

Uncle Rick glanced at the youngster in the ornate red top sitting beside him and saw that her knees were wide apart just as they'd been in the van. He had a clear mental picture of the view she was affording. The image tugged at his balls although, at his age, his dick would be pretty much useless for several hours to come. The first to notice the erotic display was her Aunt Tammy. Magdalena was pleased to recapture the older woman's attention but she was far more interested in the homeowners' reaction. It didn't take long for Terry to discover the girl's peek-a-boo panties. Meg got a little thrill from her double take but she seemed to have very little interest and the twelve year old was very disappointed that she never looked back.

It took so long for mister Fitzsimons to notice, that she had all but given up. When the large ruddy faced man did finally catch sight of the secret offering Meg watched her last target turn a shade of red that she didn't know it was possible for a human to be. Frank took a very long slug of his beer. He had been very active in the conversation up to that point. Suddenly he was speechless. Magdalena's heart soared as the nervous giant's eyes flicked away and back repeatedly. The distressed man was doing everything he could think of to keep from staring but he was so compelled to get a good look that he was behaving like a spectator sitting in the front row at a tennis match. His head swiveled left came back and focused on his obsession and continued to the right, turning his head but keeping his eyes fixed on the startling view. Accompanying the unnatural head movement was the repositioning of his arms. The bear of a man was shielding everyone's view of his lap which was displaying the other reason why he was called BIG Frank.

Only two of the people assembled on the deck were aware of his distress. Meg, of course was fascinated and excited by the size of the bulge that seemed to threaten the integrity of his slacks, and his brother-in-law perched on the railing beside the girl. Rick was aware of the big man's endowment from the childish skinny dipping they used to do. Now he had nothing but sympathy for Frank's predicament having just extricated himself from the same conundrum. The preteen was starting to worry that their male host might have a heart attack but that's not what made her hop down from the railing; thereby ending the poor man's torture. She had accomplished all she'd set out to do and it was now getting rather boring. "Mom ... can I go swimming now?" she asked in her cute little girl voice while leaning on her mother's shoulder.

"Somebody's got to go with you sweetie" Phyllis replied to Meg's pleading eyes "I can't" her mother said regretfully making a gesture toward her crotch signifying the bleeding portion of her period. She glanced at her husband who had not heard a word of their conversation. He was engaged in some stupid sports discussion with Rick and Frank, who seemed somewhat recovered from his ordeal. After nearly sixteen years of marriage Phyllis knew that trying to get his attention at times like these was like trying to stop a train with your bare hands.

"I'll go with her" Tammy, who had been paying attention, volunteered. Meg looked at her aunt and felt a tingle in her pussy that went very nicely with the warm sensation that lingered after her novice attempt at exhibitionism.

"That's so nice of you ... thank you Tammy" Meg's mother gushed appreciatively. Terry caught the gist of what was happening as Tammy got up and took the girl's hand.

"Rick left your stuff down in the mud room. Its good place to change ... the door opens right out beside the dock and there's a washroom in there too." The hostess informed her sister-in-law as Meg picked up her mini backpack and slipped through the sliding door towed by her aunt. 'God that Tammy's got a nice rack' Frank was thinking as the pair departed. He convinced himself that it was the ass under the yellow sun dress that made his still semi-erect member twitch and not the one under the short corduroy skirt.

At the bottom of the stairs, which started off the kitchen, Tammy and Meg found themselves in the laundry room. Two doorways exited the clothes cleaning space; one lead to the furnace, water heater and other mechanical devices, the other went into a ten by ten room with a door to the outside. That's the door Tammy dragged her anxious niece through. On their left as they entered were shelves and hooks with various outdoor items and work clothes stacked and hanging. On the right wall were two benches that flanked a doorway opening into a three piece washroom; the site of Rick Gibbons' most recent ejaculation. The wall in front of them was over half taken up by a wide windowed door that opened onto the side lawn one level below the deck. Magdalena was excited and scared. 'What's she gonna do? Maybe she's mad ... but she was playing back ... she smiled at me in the car ... like ... like she knew' the preteen's mind turned over the possibilities.

Inside the mud room Tammy released the girl's hand before turning and closing the door to the laundry room. Her aunt turned back to her and stooped forward taking Meg's skinny shoulders in her hands "How long have you been exposing yourself; and to whom?" her aunt interrogated. For a frightened moment the girl considered denying the whole thing ... playing innocent. Recalling the look they'd exchanged in the back of the van she quickly realized that wasn't gonna fly.

"Uh ... just today, uh, this was the ... the first time" she responded nervously looking directly into her aunt's incredulous eyes. Tammy's stare pierced the girl's baby blue eyes searching for the tell signs of deceit. The preteen met her gaze squarely, if a little timidly. The forty -eight year old was satisfied that the answer was truthful. She continued to hold her niece firmly by the shoulders.

"You've never done this before?" the older woman issued one more challenge. The frightened looking girl shook her head indicating the negative. "Well you did an amazing job on you first attempt" Tammy congratulated her niece with a broad smile. For Magdalena the release of tension was palpable. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her and she was all at once cognizant of the gnawing feeling between her legs again. The one that had hardly stopped since she'd accidentally encountered her uncle taking a pee yesterday. She had no idea that the length of her arousal was significant.

When her aunt gripped the hem of her red scoop necked top, Meg dropped her mini backpack and raised her arms to facilitate the removal. The top ruffled through the blonde curls while Tammy's eyes focused on the plump little mounds with the puffy pink marshmallow caps that were being unveiled. The older woman endured multiple pussy spasms and fought off the urge to take one of the succulent pubescent tits in her mouth. Tossing the top on one of the benches she went to work on the fasteners at the side of the caramel skirt. As soon as the zipper was released the heavy corduroy fell on the preteen's sandal clad feet. Naked except for the damaged kitten decorated underpants Meg had the urge to cover her emerging bust. She saw the sincere appreciation in her aunt's eyes focused on her chest and the impulse for modesty was replaced by a warm feeling of pride with a liberal dose of electric excitement that turned the gnawing feeling in her coochie to a low frequency throb. She couldn't believe how much pleasure she was getting from Aunt Tammy's visual tribute.

Tammy stood fully erect for the first time since they'd entered the mud room. Her hazel eyes danced over the adolescent loveliness as wave upon wave of arousal rippled through her. Finally over come with lust she abandoned the concern that someone could walk in at any time and enveloped her niece's mouth with hers. Sucking tenderly on the twelve year old's mouth she probed the incredibly soft pubescent lips with her tongue. Licking at the opening she eventually penetrated and was running her tongue over the sharp little teeth when she heard the girl moan. Encouraged by the preteen's positive response she pulled the near naked little body tightly against her thin yellow dress. As her tongue worked its way past the guarding teeth and was finally allowed admission to the inner recesses of the sweet young mouth, she felt her partner going limp.

Magdalena's head was spinning completely out of control. Her aunt's sucking lips felt so wonderful on hers; never before experienced sensations permeated every part of her body. When her lover's tongue began to explore inside her mouth, all her muscles deserted her. It was as though the pleasure sensations had short circuited her brain so that it no longer had the capacity to maintain standard operating requirements. Shutting off non essential systems her arousal wracked brain decided that her legs were expendable. She would have crumpled to the ground if not for her aunt's embrace.

Tammy wrapped her left arm firmly around the preteen and slid her mouth off the girl's compliant lips, trailing saliva across the cheek on her way to the sensitive little ear. "Do you feel it right here" the older woman whispered as her right hand cupped the plump cotton cover vulva. In spite of her transcendental state Meg's whirling brain registered the déjà vu of the phrase. ' ... what if she actually touched my... ' she recollected her fantasy from yesterday and a bolt of pleasure so intense slammed into her throbbing girlhood that she had to scream.

The loud vocal outburst momentarily froze the forty-eight year old. 'What if somebody heard that?' she worried. The feel of the hot young pussy pressing into her palm was nearly enough to squelch the concern; but not quite. What actually obliterated her fear of discovery was the fact that her middle finger had landed on the separation in the seam of her niece's underpants. The tip of her digit was directly touching the hot, wet squishiness of the pubescent labia. Her fortuitous finger automatically began to curl, pressing its way between the virginal lips. The feel of the velvety wetness enveloping the probing finger tip was so powerful that the seductress lost her prudence and continued her invasion. She still had the foresight to cover the preteen's mouth with hers, and so was able to effectively mute the next outcry. The dual sensual inputs of her finger in the girl's pussy and her tongue in the adolescent mouth was driving Tammy mad. Her finger wiggled in the slippery spongy heat.

It was only seconds before the roaming finger encountered the firm little nub at the top of the sloppy crease. It was all Tammy could do to maintain her balance as the violent convulsions of her niece's long pent up first orgasm caused the twelve year old to twitch and jerk in every direction at once. She inhaled and swallowed the girl's enraptured screams as they danced precariously close to collapse but she continued to caress the pounding love button to the very end.

Magdalena felt as though she'd been doing hard labor non-stop for a week. Every muscle was beyond spent when her aunt deposited her panty clad butt on the convenient wooden bench. It was a good thing because standing was absolutely out of the question and even sitting took a surprising amount of concentration. Through bleary eyes she watched in fascination as Tammy licked her fingers clean.

Even though her own womanhood was now demanding equal time the girl's violent climax had somehow reawakened the middle aged woman's fear of interruption. 'You'll just have to wait' she thought playfully tapping her aching mons. The light pats sent electric charges radiating out of her crotch and she quickly realized what a bad idea it had been. Kneeling in front of her stunned niece she stroked the shocked looking adolescent's face and said "I've got so much to show you little one; but right now we have to get our suits on and go swimming."