Snow Day, Part 2

by Honey West

This was a particularly awkward moment for all of us. Aunt Katie just stood there with a flabbergasted expression and we continued to hide in the couch (it was in the center of the room and the two of us kinda scrunched into the cushions and peeked at our aunt from over the back.) Kim then simply said, ‘You’re dripping snow on the floor”.

Aunt Katie dumbly looked down and saw chunks of melting snow dropping off her coat and boots onto the wood floor.

The phone rang and she seemed to snap back to her senses.

“You two. Turn off that tape. Get some towels and mop this up!,” She ordered and went into the kitchen to answer the phone. “It’s Mom!”, Kim panicked. Shh, I said, get the towels.

I skipped quietly to the kitchen entrance and listened.

Aunt Katie’s voice was surprisingly nonchalant. “Everything’s fine, Madeline. No, I just got here. They were, um, watching TV when I came in. No, it looks like they’re stuck here the snow is so bad. No, no, not a problem. Jeez, Madge, relax and take advantage of this time alone. You and Phil should, you know, relax, if you catch my drift.” Kim was right behind me with a stack of towels and I took one and wrapped it around me. “What’s she saying?”, She asked as she did the same. “She’s telling Mom and Dad to run around the house naked today. Now start wiping the floor.”

Aunt Katie went upstairs and came back down in a comfy bathrobe. We were putting the wet towels in the washing machine and straightening up wondering the whole time what she was going to say to us. She just crossed her arms and smirked at us warmly. “Two girls wrapped in towels. This won’t do.” She went to the hall closet, dug around the back, pulled out two gift boxes and handed them to us. “You weren’t supposed to get these until Christmas but I think you could use ‘em now.” Wow. Instead of being yelled at we were pulling out beautiful, luxuriously-colored silk wraps, one in rich blue, the other in deep red. They were oriental in style and we squealed in delight as if it was Christmas, trying to decide who should get what color. I remembered then that it was Aunt Katie’s warm ways that made us love her. We practically forgot that the two of us were just caught doing nasty things to each other. We dropped the towels and slid into the sashes feeling the smooth fabric cool our skin. Katie, having watched us do this, went back to the closet and pulled a larger box out. “I got those for you when I went to Europe last summer. Guess I’ll put on the matching Kimono I got for me.” She pulled out a gorgeous sea green kimono and shouldered off her bathrobe to don it. For that brief moment she was naked in front of us and Kim and I gazed at what was (to us anyway) Womanly Perfection. Her full meaty breasts and dark triangle of hair were covered far too quickly and she posed for us in her new oriental cover. “Beautiful,” I breathed. My god, I thought, at least Kim and I still had our panties on. She took us completely by surprise and I think she meant to.

“Yeah, I saw it and just had to have it. Well now.” she announced, “looks like we’re three of a kind.” We were all quiet for a moment and Aunt Katie said, “Why don’t we talk.”

Things seemed to settle down comfortably that afternoon. The inside of the house was enveloped in heat and that wonderful brightness that comes from being surrounded by snow. We were in the kitchen drinking coffee and hot cocoa and listening to the clothes dryer spin noisily. The washer and dryer were at the far end of the kitchen and seemed to be the oldest things in this house. Aunt Katie said they were like old friends. “Did you park down the hill?” Kim asked. She didn’t see even the faint image of a car in the driveway. “No, my car is in a snowbank with a few other cars about a half-mile down the road. I walked roughly half the distance then a nice old guy on a snowmobile brought me up to the mailbox. Sheesh. Even walking from there to the house was a trek. When your mother called to say you were here…Well, I didn’t like the idea of you two home alone. There are too many weirdoes out there even in blizzard conditions. So I thought maybe the Mustang could make it.. Oh, well.”

Kim was restless and went to check the news on TV. (Only the TV, Katie cautioned.) We chuckled. We were silent for a while and then I apologized for turning on that video. Oh, shush, she said, “consider it educational.” “I guess you’re not gonna tell Mom, huh?” I asked. Aunt Katie smiled and told me of course she wouldn’t. “Honey, stop feeling embarrassed. What you two were doing is normal for your age. Although, ahem, I got the idea you were doing it rather well.” I blushed. I wanted to ask her how much she had seen, not really being sure long she had stood there.

She smiled slyly and leaned forward, shifting her chair closer to me. “Wanna know a secret? Your Mom and I use to ‘experiment’ when we were your age.” I gasped and laughed. Mom?! No way. She’s too much of a…well, a MOM. We talked girl-talk like she was a schoolmate and I told her I was still a virgin and that I was flirting with boys lately. The more we talked the more I fell in love with my aunt. She got up to pour another cup of coffee and her sash had fallen loose. Instead of retying it she just sat back down and her cleavage became more evident. She sipped her brew, eyeing my face as I stole glances at the valley of skin between her swells. “You know,” she cleared her throat, “you should be very proud. From what I saw, you’re turning into a fine figure of a woman.” I’m sure I beamed at this comment. “I mean it. Your hips are beautifully rounded and your breasts are full for your age but not too full. And no sag. They look wonderful.” Lord, I felt myself buzzing as she told me these things. Flattery could get her anywhere! I felt my face flush with heat and told her that I wanted to have her body when I grew up. “Be careful what you wish for, girl. These boobies get heavy on me sometimes. They can make your back ache.” It got silent again and in the quiet I heard her swallow. I felt my lips get dry and instinctively licked them. The air became thick between us and she cleared her throat again. It seemed we were both waiting for the other to make the first move. Then she spoke. “Would you…like to see mine? See how heavy they are?” I nodded dumbly and she drew her sash aside to expose the most beautiful tit in the world. The top of her full mound sloped down to the teat (but didn’t sag!) and rounded itself at the bottom, making me want to cup it from below and just hold it in my hand. Her nipple was conical like mine but pink and much softer-looking even as it started to poke out. “Go ahead,’ She said hoarsely and motioned me closer. I lifted myself out of my chair and floated to her.

I gently ran my palm across her flesh as if I was blind and wanted to remember every contour by touch. When the flat of my hand rubbed her tender nub she moaned quietly and reached her hand into my robe. “Oh my,” she cooed as she found my pointy nipple. She brushed my sash open and began hefting both of my boobs as I did the same to her. We played with the buttons at our fingertips til our bodies started twitching when one of us would hit an extra erotic nerve. Her flesh jelled when I applied the right pressure on her round knobs. She was facing me directly as she sat and I pushed my full little sacks directly into hers and we clasped our arms around each other and hugged and gyrated our tits together. At that point we kissed and as my tongue slid into her mouth and our buds found contact together I knew this was a moment I never wanted to end. Then my sister jumped into the room.

We had forgotten Kim was in the house! That’s how involved we had become. The little 9-year-old crossed her arms and pouted theatrically, “You can’t leave me out of this! It’s not fair!” Aunt Katie and I fell back in our chairs, regaining our composures we were so worked up. “Of course, you can’t be left out, baby,” Katie purred. Any nervousness she had was now replaced with desire. She sat Kim on her lap and covered her arms around the child’s lithesome body.

“What should we do with this child, Mandy?’ I was acutely aware of my soaking wet panties and pussy fragrance that had filled the air. I thought of Kim’s bare pussy that I hadn’t had a chance to see yet. “Let’s put some more logs on the fire”, I grinned.

We spread a comforter out on the floor in front of the fireplace. The restoked blaze started crackling. The snow was still falling. We had our world to ourselves. Aunt Katie ran upstairs for a moment and Kim and I took off our robes and pressed ourselves close to each other. “This is gonna be fun, isn’t it?”, she said excitedly. I could feel her heart pounding and I told her she was gonna love it. “Mandy?”, Kim asked hesitantly, looking at the steps hoping Katie would not come down yet, “Can I see your pussy?” Oh god, yes, sis. I too had realized we had not taken our panties off since we started. I stepped back and pulled my underwear down to my knees, standing with legs apart as far as the fabric would allow. Kim dropped down to her knees and her face was inches from my sparse bush. She giggled that I had some hair and brought her nose right up to my crack and inhaled. It was as if she was mesmerized by the perfume. As she buried her nose and lips into my slit I looked up and saw Aunt Katie watching silently from the stairs with a smile. She cleared her throat and Kim giggled but kept her face in my pussy. Katie gracefully moved along side of the little child and I saw her slide her hand down the back of Kim’s panties. Suddenly, Kim looked up at me with a ‘wooo’ look on her face and I knew her asshole was just touched. She kept her mouth open in an extended gasp as Katie fiddled down there and I wanted to join in. She removed her hand abruptly and stood up.

“Okay,” She announced, “first things first. Let’s take everything off, shall we?”

End of Part two