Me And My Sister

by hornykate

My partner (ex-partner now) had found some pictures on my phone I'd stupidly saved. Pictures of preteen girls modelling underwear and such. She wasn't impressed. In fact she was disgusted. We argued, I walked out and for a few days I was bunking down in the spare room of a friend.

I couldn't carry on like that so I contacted my sister, Julie, hoping she'd put me up for a bit til I sorted myself out. We've always been close and she said 'yeah sure' so I found myself on her doorstep, ringing the bell.

The door was answered by my niece, Maggie, nine years old and pretty as a picture, dressed in little red shorts, and a white t-shirt. She leapt into my arms and wrapped her legs round my waist.

"Hi Aunty Kate," she cried, "Mummy says you're gonna stay for a while. Goody!"

"Yes baby, not for long hopefully. Where is Mummy?" I asked putting her back down on the floor.

"In the kitchen, making tea." she said, now taking my hand and walking me through.

"Hi," I said, as I walked into the kitchen, "thanks for this Sis, bit of a life-saver."

"It's OK," she said, "have a seat. Maggie, go watch telly, Aunty Kate and I need a chat." With Maggie gone, I noticed my sister looked drawn, tired. Had she been crying? What she said next took my breath away. "Jess called."

Oh my god. My ex. I hadn't expected this. My hands were shaking. "And?" I asked.

"Oh Sis," she sighed, "how young are we talking?" So she'd told her about my phone.

"It's no big deal," I said, "about 14, 15. They're not naked or anythin, I just..." I ran out of words.

"You can stay," she said, "but dont bring anythin like that in the house." and with that the conversation ended.

It was a few days later, and I'd just popped out for a walk and a cigarette. When I came back, my phone was in a different place. It WAS on the kitchen work-top, but was now in the living room. And it WAS off, but now was on. And Maggie was at a friends so Julie had been looking at my phone. But why? I looked at the last site visited on the internet. My oh my. A Preteen Model Top Site. What was going off? I heard her upstairs, just coming out of the bathroom. Should I confront her?

"Hey," I said as she came into the room. I was holding my phone, like I was showing her evidence in a trial. Which, in a way, I was.

"Er...I...er" she stammered, "I was curious." She'd sat herself down on the sofa. I joined her. "I wanted to know what you saw in it," she continued, "and baby, they aint 14 years old. Seven maybe, or eight." Our knees were touching. "I saw one that looked like Maggie." she said.

"And?" I asked.

"And oh my god Kate it turned me on." I'd put my hand on her knee, her legs opening slightly. We have a history, me and Ju, of exploring each other's bodies as kids, then making out as teenagers. So a hand on her leg wasn't unusual.

We found the picture she was talking about and both just gazed at this girl who really was the spit and image of Maggie. She was wearing a pale blue crop-top shirt and white knickers, holding a pose that can only be described as obscene. Legs wide open, the outline of her cunt clearly outlined. I loved this pose. So sexy.

"What are you thinking?" I asked her.

"I'm thinkin about Maggie, imaginin this is her." she said. My hand was now between Julie's opened legs, rubbing her cunt through her knickers.

"You'd like to have this little girl wouldn't you!" I whispered. She nodded her head. "What if it really was Maggie?" I asked, "would you still want her?" My hand was now inside her knickers, and she was so wet I think that gave me her answer, and when she came, that confirmed it.

I spent the next day flat hunting and got a call about 4o'clock from Julie telling me she had a surprise when I got back. Intrigued, I hurried back, getting in about 5.

"Hello!" I called.

"In here" came Julie's voice from the living room. She was sat on the sofa, looking nervous.

"Everything OK?" I asked.

"Oh yes. Me and Maggie had a chat." she said. She got up and called Maggie downstairs. And when she walked into the room you could've knocked me down with a feather. She was wearing what the model was wearing. Almost exactly. My little 9 year old niece, my flat chested long legged niece looked like a real nymphette. Pale blue shirt showing off her flat tummy and white knickers.

"Go sit on Aunty Kate's knee sweetheart." and she did. She was beautiful. My hand rested on her thigh but she opened her legs so my hand fell between them so I began stroking her thighs as Julie sat next to us.

"We actually had more than a chat" she said, and kissed Maggie full on the lips. When the kiss ended Maggie turned to me and said, "Mummy's gonna teach me about sex. You wanna help too?" I replied by kissing her and continuing my caressing of her legs. This was more than a surprise, this was the gift of a lifetime. I felt Julie's hand on my own, guiding me to her daughter's cunt, her other hand teasing her legs open. This was going to be one hell of a lesson.