Message-ID: <20303eli$9903010453@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ddevere@hotmail.com Subject: STORY: "Convent House" 2/? (Ff pedo inc) 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: <7bck25$7ni$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> CONVENT HOUSE 2/? (Ff pedo inc) "A New Life Begins..." by Diem DeVere [Okay this is a work of *fiction* and any one taking it too seriously needs help. Lots of help. Anyone not legally allowed to read this kind of very, very adult stuff should stop...now. All rights are reserved, but permission is given to archive and distribute on two conditions: 1. No abridging of any kind, including this disclaimer. 2. No charging for this under any circumstances whatsoever. Feedback in encouraged.] PART TWO: "A NEW LIFE BEGINS..." Aunt Rachel was more than beautiful. More than kind. Even more than a great dresser. She turned out to be a great cook. She served Cecily dinner with flourish--the dining room looked like something out of a movie. The meal itself was strips of steak, marinated with teriyaki sauce over a bed of rice. With that was a caraf of soda. And a final detail was to eat by candlelight. Cecily found herself entranced. Within ten minutes or so every trace of discomfort she'd been feeling evaporated. Gone was her cranky tiredness from the plane trip. Banished were feelings of abandonment in the wake of her parents' divorce. Vanished too was almost all the intimidation she'd experienced at moving to a mansion three thousand miles from home to live with an unknown Aunt. It didn't hurt, of course, that Aunt Rachel was the most beautiful woman Cecily had ever seen. "So tell me, Cecily," she asked as they ate together, "what sort of things do you like to do?" "Well, I like swimming. And watching movies. I like to read, too." "Good. When its warm the lake is perfect for swimming. I've got plenty of movies on tape here. And have you seen the library yet?" "I peaked in a little while ago. I was looking for somebody." "Who?" "Anybody. Isn't there anyone else here?" "Not on weekends, darling." Again she flashed Cecily with a spectacular smile. The little girl felt the beginning of goosebumps. "Several maids and others spend their days here, but not at night. That's private time. For me and anyone who lives here. Same for weekends. But don't worry, there're several little girls from town who spend time here as guests. That way you won't be lonely. Besides, there's Suzanne, my ward. Have you met her?" "Not yet." Unbidden, images of the little girl she assumed to be Suzanne came to mind. Cecily remembered her nearly inaudible cries of pleasure as she writhed naked atop Helen, Aunt Rachel's assistant. "But you've met Helen, my assistant?" "Yes, ma'am." "Want to know a secret? When Helen was your age, I was her babysitter." "Really? That must have been a long time ago." "Yes," Rachel nodded, "almost twelve years. And before that, her mother used to babysit me. She visits now and then. You'll get to meet her. We're all of us very close." The way she said that last, with what seemed to Cecily a secretive but delighted smile, made the girl think of the eavesdropped scene from earlier. Not really knowing what to do with that knowledge, or the odd feelings it stirred in her, she sipped her soda. "I'm so glad you like to read, Cecily. That pretty much makes up my mind about something." "What?" "A governess. You see, Suzanne and her friends need an education. So do you. But I'd hate to break up the household at all by sending you or Suzanne to school. The local governmetn school doesn't impress me, really. For some reason there aren't many children in town, with most of those going the Catholic school in the next town. So...I've pretty much decided to hire a governess. You know what that is?" "Kinda a private teacher?" "Exactly! A private teacher. For you and Suzanne mostly, so I think you and she should help me choose her." Cecily blinked. Aunt Rachel wanted her to help choose her own teacher! "Uh...okay!" "Good!" With that, the lovely older woman reached over kissed her niece on the lips. Not a long, lingering kiss like that with which she'd greeted her--this was more like a peck. Still, Cecily liked it. The eight-year-old broke into her own smile. Already she loved her Aunt. ******************** Breakfast the next morning was as puzzling as it was fun. The night before Cecily had stayed up with Aunt Rachel for a long time, listening to stories of how Convent House had been built on the foundation of a burned-down convent (hence its name). After becoming extremely rich in World War Two, Rachel's grandfather had had it brought over here to Nova Scotia. The entire island and most of land surrounding had been left to Rachel (his favorite grandchild) when he'd died seven years ago. Eventually, Cecily had almost fallen asleep in her Aunt's lap, waking enough to realise she was being carried back to her bedroom. For the second time in one day, she'd been undressed by someone else. Unlike Helen, however, Aunt Rachel liked running her hands across Cecily's skin. As a result, the little girl ended up even more relaxed, yet somehow also stirred up. Several times her Aunt had brushed fingertips against Cecily's tiny nipples, causing childish gasps. And the circles she'd traced on her niece's bottom and back legs had almost (but not quite) tickled. Just before leaving, Rachel had given Cecily another of her kisses--the long ones where their tongues touched. The little girl slept very well, sure she'd had pleasant dreams but unable to remember any. Helen was also at breakfast, as was the honey-blonde girl Cecily had spied her with the night before. Yes, this was Suzanne. Aunt Rachel introduced her. Cecily learned the other girl was seven, and had a quiet but cheerful personality. The four of them sat in a square, enjoying a meal of french toast with berry syrup. Delicious. Yet a couple of things happened Cecily didn't quite know what to make of. For example, Helen sat next to her. During the meal, she evidently slipped off her sandals because several times her bare foot came into contact with Cecily's equally bare calf. Nor was this an accident. She ran the front of her foot down the length of Cecily's lower leg not once or twice but several times. It didn't feel unpleasant. On the contrary. The sensation even reminded her a little of Aunt Rachel's hands the night before. Aunt Rachel herself did something even stranger. Suzanne (who, even with a little baby fat was still very pretty, Cecily had to admit) got some of the syrup on her face. Laughing, Rachel mentioned it and told her ward to come here. Without a moment's hesitation, Suzanne had done so. She hopped into the older woman's lap into a welcoming hug. Then, Aunt Rachel had slowly licked the syrup off the little girl's face, Suzanne herself smiling all the time. Cecily couldn't help staring. Not even the stroke of Helen's foot against her naked leg distracted her. And as Aunt Rachel's tongue reached Suzanne's lips, the other child opened her mouth. The two of them kissed, a little girl held in the arms of the woman, her short arms around the latter's neck. A stab of jealousy went through Cecily's heart. Confused, she looked at Helen. The redhead, gazing on the same scene with a tiny smile, noticed Cecily's look. Her expression changed to one of...sympathy? Then she leaned over to run hand through Cecily's brown hair. Her hand then traced a path down Cecily's cheek, her shoulder and arm, eventually taking hold of her hand. With just a gentle pressure she made it clear what she wanted. At first a little hesitant, Cecily did get up and approach her. Helen's arms came up and embraced the child in a hug. Again, Cecily felt the head of the red-haired young woman's body. With one hand she pushed strands of hair from Cecily's ear. Her lips were so close she only had to whisper... "Don't worry. Rachel loves you, too." Cecily did feel a little better at this. Helen's comfort was welcome, as were her next scarcely audible words. "What's more...so do I." Helen's tongue reached out and grazed the inside of Cecily ear. Uncontrollably, the little girl shuddered. This was a sensation she'd never had before! It was so intense! Yet...she liked it. She even wanted Helen to do it again. Much to her frustration, though, she didn't. Instead, she pulled back and put her forehead against Cecily's. The two of them were now literally nose to nose. With a smile, she winked at the preteen girl. By now Cecily saw Suzanne had returned to her seat. Nervously, Cecily looked at her beautiful Aunt Rachel--only to see her wonderful smile. And a very friendly wink. ******************* Most of the rest of the day was spent exploring Convent House. To Cecily the place seemed full of nothing but comfort and luxury. Apart from the sheer size of the place, there were paintings in nearly every room. Virtually all the larger rooms had at least one sofa, huge things that could have let several adults sleep on them. Stained glass windows dotted the walls. And Cecily counted five working firplaces! The attic was something of a surprise. First of all, it was clean. And it lacked the piles and piles of interesting junk Cecily associated with attics. Instead, one end of the very long room seemed held piles of large pillows. They rested on a thick shag carpet maybe twenty five feet long. Special lights on the ceiling aimed at that end--remarkably bright ones. Here also were several closets that were locked. Oddly enough, the attic even had its own bathroom. At least ten guest bedrooms were available. There was a game room. And a study with a floor-to-ceiling aquarium. Nearly half the day was spent with Suzanne, who turned out to have quite a talent for not answering questions. Plenty she did answer. Like how she'd been in a government orphanage until half a year ago. How Rachel and Helen had chosen her out of all the other girls. She was also eager to show off fun niches and shortcuts around the house. But certain subjects got no reply. The attic, for example. When Cecily asked about the locked doors, the special lights, most of all what it was all used for, she'd say nothing. Or she'd give a little giggle before running off. ******************** But she didn't go outside very much that day. Clouds were gathering, and by mid-afternoon the sky had begun to rain. It was after another wonderfull dinner (mushrooms stuffed with cheese and crab meat) that all four watched a movie together. Again Cecily was startled, because this was rated "R." Her own parents were extremely strict about what she could see. She hadn't even been allowed to watch TV unless one of them was present. Now Aunt Rachel calmly put a tape in the machine, a lusciously filmed story about a school teacher and a cowgirl in Las Vegas. As the movie proceeded, Cecily began to get the idea these two women wanted to do whatever-it-was Suzanne and Helen had been doing the night before. Sneaking a peak, she noted how the other little girl and Helen sat very close to each other. During certain scenes, the two of them would share looks. Meanwhile, Cecily herself now and then would feel her beautiful Aunt's hand stroke her hair. She looked forward to those times. It didn't seem terribly late when the movie ended. Aunt Rachel now insisted it was time for bed. Cecily, not really tired at all, objected. Her Aunt quietly put her foot down. Time for sleep. For everyone. Suzanne didn't make a fuss, but kissed Rachel (a peck only) on the cheek before heading upstairs. Helen called up and said she'd tuck her in, then winked. Were they going to do it again? Aunt Rachel walked Cecily up to her room. She once again undressed her, taking plenty of time and letting her smooth hands slide over the pubescent's skin. It became clear she expected Cecily to sleep naked. "Don't you want me to wear pajamas?" "Well...I admit. I'm a little prejudiced. You see, I can't bear to sleep wearing anything. Don't you prefer the feel of the sheets?" She said this last with another dazzling smile. "I guess." Actually it felt funny to sleep with nothing on. Not bad, just...funny. "Then give me a good night kiss." Cecily perked up. Already this was one of her favorite things here. Nor did her Aunt disappoint. She curled up next to Cecily, her beautiful face looming over the supine child. One hand reached up, tilting her chin. Then her lips descended to Cecily's, until they touched. Both lips parted, and their tongues reached out--Rachel's with skill, Cecily's with little more than enthusiasm. And the kiss went on. For what seemed like many long minutes, the older woman and little girl tasted each others' mouths. Rachel gently teased her niece, running the tip of her tongue against Cecily's, at times gently sucking and other times almost biting the child's lip. It was a heavenly time, however long it lasted. And if Cecily couldn't help giggling a few times, her Aunt Rachel usually joined in. It ended much too soon. Aunt Rachel eventually got up off the bed, turned out the light, and left with a whispered "Good Night." Cecily stayed awake for a slice of forever after that. She wasn't sure what she wanted exactly, but for Aunt Rachel to stay was definitely part of it. And then? In all honesty, she didn't know. Not really. Speculating on what she wanted, Cecily fell asleep. ******************** A light woke her. It was her bedroom door swinging open. Light from the hallway spilled inside. Not for long, though. Soon the door was shut again, and Cecily, barely awake enough to know what had just happened, didn't know who was here with her. Until Aunt Rachel switched on a small, rose-colored lamp near the door. The result was enough light for Cecily to see. One of the things she saw was what her Aunt Rachel wore--a transluscent black robe. And underneath it was nothing. Even more than Helen, it turned out, Rachel's figure was like an hourglass. In the dim light her pale skin almost glowed. Cecily almost forgot to breathe as this vision walked towards her. "Cecily?" Her voice was a whisper. The little girl's eyes were huge. When she replied, she could barely hear herself. "Yes?" Now beside the bed, Aunt Rachel openned her robe. Cecily drank in the sight. The older woman's body seemed flawless. Muscles rippled underneath skin without blemish. Perfectly shaped breasts jutted out with hardly a sag. As her robe fell to the floor, Rachel revealed still more details of her nude form. Now Cecily noticed her Aunt's erect nipples, a much deeper pink than the rest of her body. And below her waist, Rachel's hair was trimmed into a dark triangle. "Cecily...I love you." As she said it, she pulled back the blankets covering the little girl. "I love you...so much..." Now she began to slip into the bed. "Do you love me?" "Yes!" Cecily didn't even have to think. "Yes, I do!' Rachel's answering smile was the biggest one Cecily had seen. Her hand reached out to cup Cecily's face, bending down to give her another kiss. The little girl eagerly kissed back. More, her Aunt's arms encirled her as their lips touched, then parted. While a grown woman's tongue began to play with a child's, her hand also began to stroke Cecily's naked body. If Cecily had been a cat, she would have purred. Every touch from her beautiful Aunt was heaven. Even when her fingers almost tickled--running along her sides, or across her belly--Cecily welcomed them. The night had a chill. Rachel's body heat was better than any blanket. As the older woman's hands continued to roam, Cecily's body began to move a little in response. When Rachel's fingers began to run their tips across her nipples, over and over again, Cecily actually writhed. This...almost hurt! But it also felt good, so good. She was reminded of when she'd had to take off a scab--the same intense hurting pleasure that seemed to build. With her thumb and forefinger Rachel now held the tiny nipple, pulling gently. Then she twisted ever so slightly...and was rewarded with a shudder from the preteen in her arms. One thumb began a growing strum against that nipple, with a rhythm designed to heighten every sensation. And it did. In less than a minute Cecily uttered a small whine into her Aunt's kissing mouth. Pulling away, Rachel whispered. "Does it hurt?" She didn't stop her strumming. "...No...it doesn't...OOOOOOO..." Now Cecily almost writhed under her Aunt's touch. Rachel leaned down and ran her tongue along the delightful ear of her luscious niece. "More?" Her answer was a vigourous nod. Cecily's eyes were blinking, her breath beginning to grow ragged. Rachel fastened her mouth over the little girl's other nipple. And her prepubescent niece gasped! The little girl had had no idea! All of a sudden she couldn't think of anything else, wasn't aware of anything else. Wet heat was suckling against her breast, with an experienced tongue drumming against her nipple...teasing it, lapping at it. Every move sent a tiny electric jolt through her body. Just when Cecily thought it had grown unbearable, Aunt Rachel used her teeth to hold the nipple in place. Cecily had barely a moment to be afraid before Rachel used the tip of her tongue to slap her nipple's tip. Not once or twice but constantly, like an electric fan. And as she did it, her jaw couldn't help but move. The result was a gently biting motion into Cecily's tender flesh. And Cecily almost screamed! Not with pain, but joy! Eyes shut tight, she gasped for air in between surprisingly deep moans. This wonderful! And terrible! Both! She didn't want it to end. And it didn't end, not for what seemed like forever...and as it did end, Cecily noticed her Aunt was now doing something else. Rachel's fingers were now between Cecily's legs, stroking against the tiny slit there. And it felt good. In many ways it felt better than what her Aunt had been doing before. For some reason her slit was moist. More than moist. Wet. And as her older woman's fingers stroked there, Cecily's openning got wetter still. The sensation was like scratching an itch. Only more powerful than that. Deeper. Unlike an itch, it didn't go away. No, the feelings were growing stronger. Wonderful feelings. She became aware of a face above hers. Aunt Rachel, gazing down on her with love...and something that reminded Cecily of hunger. But as Cecily began to breath faster, even whimpering at these glorious new feelings, her Aunt smiled. She kissed the little girl, who frantically kissed back, almost sucking on Rachel's tongue as her body began to writhe more intensely. By now Aunt Rachel herself was making deep groans. Although Cecily wanted to go on kissing, she couldn't. She needed to suck the air into her tiny lungs while starting to buck against Rachel's probing, stroking fingers. With one arm Rachel held the little girl, while the fingers of her other hand moved faster and faster. From a distance, Cecily could hear the half-gasped words "...yes...Yes...YES!" but wasn't sure if she was saying them, or her Aunt Rachel, or both. Weirdly (but delightfully) Cecily felt her body grow feverish with heat, yet at the same time break out in goosepimples! Then...her body bucked uncontrollably. As her mouth dropped open and she let out a deep yell, Cecily's eyes shut tight--yet she could see white! What she'd felt before nothing compared to this! It was as if someone had plugged her cunny into a power socket...and waves of scraping joy had poured into her little body! Almost outside herself she felt her muscles clench, making her arms and legs stiff as wood. Even her back arched, half-lifting herself off the bed! But all that was no more than details, ignored if not so unusual, before the sensations that swept through Cecily. Quite simply, for those moments she felt swallowed by raw pleasure. And as she slowly returned to herself, almost waking up again as Aunt Rachel stroked her hair and rained kisses on her cheeks and shoulders, Cecily realised something. It was a startling thing to know, and a remarkably mature one. But then Cecily had always been a bright, precocious child. She knew in her bones she'd done anything to feel these sensations again. Anything. TO BE CONTINUED IN PART THREE "INITIATIONS" -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----