Message-ID: <20208eli$9902250436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ddevere@hotmail.com Subject: STORY: "Convent House" 1/? (Ff pedo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7b18rt$r4o$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> CONVENT HOUSE 1/? (Ff pedo) "Cecily Meets Her Aunt" by Diem DeVere [This is a work of very adult *fiction* which should not be viewed by those the law have barred from reading such. It is also a *fantasy* and as such is harmless. Should you be seriously tempted to act out the events in this story, seek help. Feedback is welcome. Permission to archive or repost is given, with two conditions. First, the story must remain unabridged, including this disclaimer. Second, under no circumstances may anyone charge anything for viewing or reading it.] ONE: "CECILY MEETS HER AUNT" Cecily Westbrook couldn't help it. She smiled. Her first look at Convent House made her forget--at least for the moment--about moving, about seperation from her parents, about having to live with a stranger. The eight-year-old had ridden the limo waiting at the airport in a sullen mood. Not even the ferry ride to the lake island had lifted her gloom. As many little girls (and most big, for that matter) she'd expected the worst. Her maiden aunt's old home was called Convent House. With such a name, who wouldn't conjure a forboding, stark, even ugly place of little light and less comfort? But this...! It looked like a small fairy castle! Five gables looked out over grounds filled with trees. The walls themselves were of red brick, ivy reaching up everywhere there wasn't a door or window. Maybe, Cecily thought to herself, maybe...she wasn't going to be unhappy here. Perhaps there could still be joy in her life, thousands of miles from family and friends. Well, Aunt Rachel was family...sort of. Cecily had never met her, and had trouble feeling any stranger could be family. By now of course Cecily was tired. The hired driver quickly brought her luggage indoors. A redhaired young woman waited in the hall. She broke into a huge smile upon seeing Cecily...this couldn't be Aunt Rachel could it? Cecily guessed this girl no more than twenty. She wore jeans and blouse, her copper-colored hair flowing back like a lion's mane. "Cecily?" The little girl nodded. "Welcome to Convent House!" Beaming, the redhead leaned down and gave Cecily a hug--quite a long one. It was a full body hug. Cecily actually felt warmth from the young woman's large breasts as she was held close by hands pressing her shoulder and lower back. And when the hug finally ended, the redhead dipped to one knee. Face to face now, Cecily noticed how this girl looked remarkably like a cat. She didn't know why. But it was true. Something about her eyes, maybe? Or the smile? It did remind her a little of the Cheshire Cat from "Alice in Wonderland." Whatever. For another long moment, the redhaired young woman simply gazed at Cecily. It was a very intense look, but pleased. At last, she spoke again. "My name's Helen. I work for your Aunt Rachel. We've been sooooooo looking forward to your arrival! But your pictures don't begin to do you justice." This last was said with a wink. Cecily didn't quite know what to make of this last, but she didn't object. It was clearly a compliment. Besides, she believed in being polite. Helen led Cecily upstairs, following the driver with her luggage. "Rachel will be back tonight, otherwise she'd be here to greet you herself. Until then I'm under strict instructions to make you comfortable." Helen firmly kept Cecily's hand in hers, but didn't tug. Despite her much greater height, she kept pace with her charge. Cecily had been pulled along by enough adults to notice its lack. And she relaxed slightly. "I suppose you think you're going to be the only child here on the island? Am I right?" "I guess so." "Then I've got some good news. Rachel has a ward, just about your age. Her name's Suzanne. And I've got a niece of my own visiting this summer. Of course she won't be here for another few months but still..." Now they stopped in front of a door. Like the rest of the hallway, it was carved from some kind of dark wood. The driver already had it open and had deposited Cecily's luggage at the foot of a four poster bed. "Wow." Cecily barely spoke aloud but she had to say something. "Is this my room?" "Of course. Do you like it?" "Uh-huh." It was the size of her parents' living room back in Vancouver! Apart from the fact the bed was huge, there was also a large window with seats built in. Releasing Helen's warm hand, the little girl did a quick exploratory walk-thru. In moments she discovered her own bathroom (with a bathtub the size of a children's swimming pool) and a closet half the size of her old bedroom! She turned back to Helen, now leaning against the doorframe with a satisfied grin on her face. "Wow!" Helen laughed. "Yeah, I know. The whole house used to be a manor in England. Rachel's grandfather had it brought over here and reassembled when he bought the island." She took several steps to Cecily, again dipping to one knew so they were face to face. In a lower voice she said "I'm so glad you like it." And with that she did something that surprised Cecily. With both hands she cupped Cecily's faced and gently pulled her closer. Then she kissed her on the lips. It was not a very long kiss. At least not as long as those in some movies Cecily had seen. But neither was it a peck. Rather Helen pressed her own lips against Cecily's, pursing them slightly. Not knowing what else to do, Cecily kissed back--and Helen moaned very, very slightly in response. Breaking contact, Helen gazed again into Cecily's face. If anything, this gaze was even more intense than before. To Cecily, it reminded her of the look other children had at the sight of some exotic or favorite candy. When Helen spoke again, she little more than whispered. "You're tired. I can tell." "I am, a bit." "Then you should rest." For the merest flash, the look on Helen's face looked even more...hungry...than before. But it was over in an instant. "Let me help you undress. You can take a nap." "Okay." Undressing took longer than Cecily was used to, not least because Helen insisted on helping. And she was in no hurry. Besides, every now and then her hands isibly trembled. Not when slipping off a coat or helping her remove her shoes. But when she undid the last few buttons of Cecily's dress, pushing it from her shoulders and letting it fall, then Helen's hands shook more and more. Once the tiny dress hit the floor, leaving the little girl wearing nothing but panties and socks, Helen almost froze. Not only did her hands shake, but Cecily could hear Helen's long, deep breaths while she stared at the mostly naked torso before her. Cecily didn't quite know how to react. The adult woman looked almost hypnotised, doing nothing but taking in the sight before her. Such attention did seem like a compliment. In fact Cecily quite liked the attention in a way. But the room was on the cool side. After several long moments of Helen's hungry stare, Cecily could feel her tiny nipples begin to goose pimple. "...oh my..." Helen breathed at the sight. Then Cecily actually shivered. Helen's attention suddenly switched. "We need to get you under the covers." And with that, She picked up the little girl and carried her to the bed. Hands still trembling, although not as much, she quickly stripped Cecily of her socks and panties. Cecily herself, even though tired, noticed how Helen kept her eyes fixed on Cecily's soon-nude body. To be honest, she felt flattered. But puzzled too. For example, why did Helen give a little delighted gasp after sliding off Cecily's panties? Why part her legs a little afterwards, and stare for one intense moment at her hairless crotch? Still, the attention was sincere and made Cecily feel more than welcome--she felt desired. Helen tucked the heavy blankets over and around Cecily with care. Then she leaned over to the little girl's face. One hand gently stroked Cecily's forehead, while she whispered "You and I are going to be such friends. Such good friends." And with that she kissed those little lips again, even longer this time. Cecily kissed back, because it felt good and because Helen seemed so nice. Helen didn't seem to want the kiss to end. She finally did end it, though. And as she left the bedroom, turning out the light, she said one last thing: "My bedroom is two doors to your right. That's if you need to find me." And with that, and a smile, she left. ************************** Cecily hadn't noticed the time when she went to bed. It had been mid-afternoon but that's all she knew. When she woke up, the sky in her window was red and fading. Dusk. So she must have slept a least a few hours. Slipping out of bed, Cecily noticed a full length mirror in the corner. Curious, she walked up to it and looked at herself. Helen's behavior had been nice, but a little odd. The way she'd kept staring at Cecily's body! So now Cecily took a long look at her naked form, trying to figure out what made Helen act the way she did. Nothing very unusual, at least so Cecily thought. She looked at herself. Hardly any babyfat anymore. Dark brown hair cut to collar-length (with no curls at all unfortunately). At least there was nothing wrong with her skin. It was smooth and soft as ever, except for her pink nipples, each the size of a nickel. Since Cecily was alone, she did something she'd only recently discovered. With thumb and forefinger, she lightly pinched each nipple. The feeling she got was her reward--something like scratching an itch but better--much! By pinching a little harder, then twisting a little, she next felt a kind of slow-motion jolt through her body. After a few minutes of this, Cecily got dressed. She more-or-less copied what Helen had been wearing before--a shirt and a pair of jeans. To this she added a sweater. Once her shoes and socks were on, she stepped out of her room into the hall. Everything was silent. Cecily listened as hard as she could. Even though she'd been made welcome (more importantly--she been made to feel welcome), this was still a new, a strange place. She remained alert. That's how she came to hear a giggle. Not loud. Muffled, in fact. But a giggle it was--of either a girl or woman. Curious, she headed quietly down the hall to her right. She thought the sound came from that direction. And after barely a step, she remembered this was the way to Helen's room. Two doors down. Stopping in front of that very door, she took a quick look up and down the hallway. No one. Nothing. Then...she listened again. As hard as she could. "Ahhhhhh..." Barely more than a groan, and still muffled. Yet louder than before. Children livebat the mercy of giants who won't explain most of their reasons for anything. So most if not all children learn eavedropping and stealth very soon. In this Cecily was no different. With no sound at all, she kneeled before Helen's door and peered into the keyhole. What she saw at first made no sense. Helen lay in bed. From the pillow her copper hair lay in a tangled mess around her face--and the expression on her face matched. Her half-closed eyes looked glazed, her mouth giving little smiling gasps. Cecily could clearly see she was naked, at least from the waist up. Although she had realised Helen had large breasts, Cecily was little startled at seeing them. Especially like this--nipples erect and flushed red, moving up and down in time with Helen's gasps, and with a gleam of sweat over both. But even more strange was Helen's right hand. Or more precisely, what her right hand was doing. Because Helen was not alone in her bed! There was a naked little girl with her! Helen's hand was stroking a pair of legs no larger than Cecily's own! Below those legs, about where Helen's waist was, Cecily saw the bare bottom of a little girl. The rest of her was out of sight, along with Helen's lower half. Yet even what was visible of this unknown child seemed to writhe with more-or-less the same rhythm as Helen's body! What was going on here? As if to compound the mystery, Helen's hand reached lower. Her own gasps were growing faster as she reached. "Yes...yes...!" she was whispering between clenched teeth. And Helen's fingers went all the way up the little girl's leg to her bottom. She dove her fingers between the little girl's legs, rubbing...and the little girl squirmed. Then Helen, her face more and more flushed, did something very strange. She started pushing her middle finger between the cheeks of the little girl's bottom! And she didn't stop, but continued...pushing deeper until Cecily was sure Helen had at least half her finger inside the girl's ass! Even stranger, the girl herself didn't move away (as Cecily certainly would have done!) Instead, she seemed to brace her body and push back! >From below Helen's waist, where Cecily couldn't see, came a squeal--not of plain but delight. The redhaired young woman smiled in response. She smiled, begining to thrust in and out of the little openning her finger had violated. "You...like...it...?" she asked in a low voice between her own gasps. "Do you...want...more...?" Less than a second later, Helen let out a long groan and arched her back. With a throaty laugh, she pulled the tiny female beside her. In one move, the little girl (whoever she was) lay on Helen's stomach. Remarkably, Helen's finger still pushed in and out of that tiny bottom! And her other hand, visibly trembling (like when she undressed Cecily), reached below her first one. This was outside of Cecily's vision so she couldn't tell what was happening. It looked as though Helen was doing exactly the same thing, but this time to the little girl's other hole! But why? For that matter, why did the little girl's body buck and tremble so? And why did Helen's face start to twist after a few moments? Now Helen's mouth dropped, but she didn't scream. Her lips curled into a smile. Her eyes glazed, unseeing. Then a long deep moan seemed to come from somewhere deep. Helen's entire body began to buck, trembling more and more every second! As her head thrashed from side to side, she kept making the strangest sounds--like she was laughing and crying at the same time! "Ohhhhhhh...yes! My angel! My...sweet...angel!" With those words, she did the strangest thing yet. She grabbed the little girl atop of her by the hips and pulled! At the same time she pushed her head forward. Helen was also pushing out her tongue! In just a moment, she'd brought the little girl's crotch to her mouth! From the wet lapping sounds that followed it was clear she was licking! And the little girl, her honey-blonde hair and round face visible at last, plainly liked this. That much was obvious from her smile. Not to mention the way she kept pushing her bottom back into Helen's face! And when Helen once again pushed her finger inside the little girl's bottom, her eyes shot open in pleasure! She let out the same kind of groan Helen had made. Cecily stared hard. Was this Suzanne, her Aunt Rachel's ward? Did Aunt Rachel know about...whatever this was? What WAS this? And why was the little girl's...Suzanne's...mouth look so wet and sticky? Maybe even more importantly, could it really feel as good as these two seemed to think? The girl was literally jumping and down against Helen's face! Soon she started yelling... "Yes...Yes...YES!!!" Finally, Suzanne (if that was her name) began shaking and bucking the same way Helen had. Her body tensed, stiff and rigid. Then she let out a long deep sigh--and collapsed. Now both of them lay down exhausted, taking shuddering breaths. As Cecily watched she even saw Helen plant a few kisses on the inside of the little girl's legs. Not long ones like she'd given Cecily. Just pecks really. Cecily stood up. Her legs, she suddenly noticed, were starting to cramp. Lest she be caught--and to get the blood circulating again--Cecily quietly slipped down the hall. She'd begun to feel hungry. Odds were the kitchen and/or dining room would be downstairs--and someone to give her instructions on the way. *********************** She was almost to the stairs when a sudden cramp bit into her calf. Cecily quickly sat on a big chair in the hallway, rubbing the affected spot. As she did so, an odd thought came to mind. She remembered Helen's kisses. How they felt. What, she found herself wondering, would they have felt like somewhere other than her lips? Like the legs. Images of what she'd seen upstairs came back to her. Had Helen really liked kissing that other girl so very, very much? It seemed so, but Cecily had trouble imagining why. Did she enjoy kissing Cecily? Well...yes, she seemed to. And to be honest, Cecily had liked it too. Did that mean Helen wanted to kiss her...there? And would Cecily like it? Rubbing her cramped leg, Cecily imagined for a moment what it would be like if Helen was the one touching her leg. Of course she didn't have to imagine it. This afternoon Helen had touched her bare leg while undressing her. Which brought another memory. How Helen had stared between Cecily's legs after removing her panties. And then how she'd licked the other girl there... Quickly, Cecily stood up again and headed down the carpetted steps. She hoped someone was around to tell her where the kitchen was. If not, then she'd have to wait until Helen came out of her bedroom. Or...Cecily herself would have to go get her. But then... Cecily didn't go any further imagining what would happen then. She simply made her around the ground floor of the mansion. It was just as luxurious and comfortable as it had looked on the outside. The floors were either hardwood or richly carpetted. Every stick of furniture was equally beautiful and comfortable. Cecily didn't yet know how unusual a combination that was. Yet she found no one...at least at first. After what must have been half an hour, she heard the front door open. Thinking at last she'd have some help, Cecily made for the hallway. Unused to the house, it took her a little longer than needed. When she arrived, a tall woman with almost black hair was taking off her coat. Hazel eyes inside a heart-shaped face gazed at her, while a perfect mouth beamed in welcome. "Cecily?" "...Yes?" She now had an idea who this beautiful stranger must be. Without a moment's hesitation, Rachel Westbrook (for that's who it was) reached out and picked up her eight-year-old niece. Although slender, she proved remarkably strong, lifting the girl easily. For the second time today Cecily found herself on the receiving end of a long hug from a lovely older woman. This time, though, her Aunt Rachel swung her round in a circle. They came to rest next to one of Convent House's large chairs. Cecily was a little startled as she was put down, standing, on the chair. Few adults tolerated standing on furniture. This one did, though. Sheathed in black, this beautiful woman in her thirties gazed with loving eyes on Cecily. Not fake loving, like most relatives who just met you and had to say something nice. Instead her eyes seemed to drink in Cecily, with a a radiant smile at what she saw. "I'm your Aunt Rachel! You probably figured that out?" Cecily nodded. And smiled back. She already liked her aunt. A lot. Now Rachel cocked her head to one side. She lifted an eyebrow. "Well...welcome. You've no idea how much I looked forward to this. Really." Slipping her hands behind Cecily's back, gently pulling the little girl toward her. "Do me a favor?" "Uh...sure." Cecily wasn't sure what was happening. "You're positive?" "Yeah." "Then..." and now the two of them were almost nose to nose. Aunt Rachel had a smile that seemed delighted, and friendly and sly all at the same time. She fixed her eyes directly into Cecily's as she spoke. "Give your Aunt a kiss?" With that, she brought her lips to Cecily's. It didn't surprise the little girl, not this time. Besides, she'd been thinking about kisses. And in truth she liked it. What did surprise her was how long it lasted. Rachel simply didn't let it end. Instead she wrapped one arm around Cecily's waist, with the other hand gently cradling her head from behind. Actually, it felt...good. But Cecily was very surprised to feel her Aunt's tongue against her lips. Just a flick really. At first. Then another. Next came a longer, firmer pressure both warm and wet. Rachel's mouth was now definitely open, her tongue pressing to open Cecily's. After a few moments, Cecily parted her lips...and their two tongues touched for the first time. 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