Loving Little Lori, Part 4: Aunt Sandy Cums To Visit

Lori's Mommy

Author’s note: This story is another installment in the “Loving Little Lori” series. You will get more out of this story if you have read the previous episodes.

A couple of weeks had passed since Lori discovered the very personal pleasures of surfing the Internet for pictures of little girls her age. She really seemed to go for the younger ones. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. And she said it was helping to keep from touching herself while looking at other little girls on the playground. Lori was such a good girl about it, too. She never disobeyed my rule of homework first, surfing and jilling herself later. In fact, she was doing just that on a Thursday evening when I got a call from my little sister Sandy. (OK, she was 33 and I was 39 at the time, but I’ll always consider her my little sis. And, yes, my mother did have a silly desire to have rhyming names for her kids. My full name is Amanda and hers is Sandra, but to mom and everyone else in the family, we were and still are Mandy and Sandy.)

Sandy was calling to ask me if she and her two kids, my 2- year-old nephew Austin and my 4-year-old niece Kimmy, could spend the weekend with us. It seems that her hubby was planning to go to the cabin for the weekend “with the guys”, and Sandy knew that she was going to just sit at home bored, and besides, Kimmy could play with Lori.

Knowing that saying yes would come at the expense of sacrificing our now-routine glorious weekend of making love with my beautiful and sexy 7-year-old, I said yes anyway. I mean, what else was I going to say? Of course, I said I’d love to have her, and I meant it – it was a true conflict of two good things. But once I hung up, I realized I had to talk to Lori and set down some rules for her (and me, too!)

I was about to have some dessert for myself, and I figured this would be a good time to announce all of this to Lori. I called for her, “Lori, sweetie, get your PJ’s on, it’s almost bedtime. Mommy’s got some dessert for us!”

Without much hesitation, I heard the light pounding of her little bare feet running along the hardwood floor and into her bedroom. She appeared a couple of minutes later at the kitchen table in her PJs, an oversized Bratz t-shirt, as I was serving up a couple of ice cream sundaes.

“Sit down, hon,” I said as I served the sundae to her. “Know what? Aunt Sandy, Kimmy, and Austin are coming over tomorrow night to spend the weekend with us!”

“Yay!” Lori shouted.

“But you know what, too? I am going to have to ask you not to jill yourself while they are here. Remember how I told you that some people would not understand what we do at home? I really don’t think Aunt Sandy would. If you absolutely have to, you need to do it in your room with your door locked or in the bathroom.”

“Aw, Mommy, do ya mean I can’t look at the little girls on the Internet?”

“That’s right, I’m sorry sweetheart, but it’s only for the weekend. Once they leave on Sunday, you can go on the Internet and jill yourself silly.”

Lori giggled at the phrase, then she lifted her little head, thought for a moment, and then got this serious and disappointed look on her face. “Aw Mommy, that means we can’t have our fun together.”

A second later, a lightbulb of compromise went off in her head. “Mommy, can we do it tonight? Can you jill me tonight? Can you? Pleeeease?” (To her, everything was a jill – masturbation, getting her pussy eaten, finger fucking, as long as she had her little girl cum, it was all jilling.)

“I don’t know, it’s getting late,” I said, half teasing and half serious.

“Pleeeease, Mommy?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea. You have that math test in the morning,” I said, knowing that I really wanted one last time with her before the 3-day drought was to occur.

And at that, Lori pushed back her chair from the table, bent her legs and put her cute little feet on the seat. Her t-shirt making a tent over her knees, she slowly lifted the t-shirt up, and when it cleared her knees, she spread her legs wide. “Oh Mom—my?” she said in her teasing voice, “Look at me Mommy!”

Displayed in front of me was, of course, a pantyless bald kidcunt. What a little tease, I thought, as she continued her torment by licking her middle finger and slowly inserting it inside her tight hole. Trying to play hard-to-get, I did my best to keep a blank look on my face (which was hard because I could feel my pussy getting wet) and said, “Yeah, I can see your little cunny. Very cute. But look at what you’re wearing – that old t-shirt. That’s not very sexy.”

Before she could get a look of disappointment on her cute face, I added with a wry smile of my own “I’ve got an idea, let’s make you a sexy bra and panties!”

“Whattya mean, Mommy?” she said, even more interested “How ya gonna do that?”

“With this.” And I got up and grabbed the can of whipped cream out of the fridge. I told her to take off her nightshirt and lay on the kitchen floor. Not knowing what she was in for, she was eager to try anything because she knew that this was her only chance for us to be together for a few days.

I took off the shorts and tube top I was wearing as she lay down and tossed her nightshirt aside. I shook up the can of whipped cream and knelt down on the floor next to her. “Lie still sweetie,” I told her, and as artistically as I could, I applied the whipped cream on her tits and pussy, making an adorable frilly bra and panties, complete with straps. To her delight, I made the bra with big cups. “See, your tits are bigger than mine!” Lori let out a giggle, and her “boobs” shook as if they were real.

“OK. Now that’s much better than that old t-shirt! And now that you’re looking all sexy,” (she did look quite delicious!) I leaned into her ear and whispered, “I need to take your bra and panties off and give my little girl a good jilling!” And as I leaned over her, my right nipple found its way into her whipped cream bra. Lori giggled again. I just put my finger to my mouth and said “Shhhhhh”, as I offered my creamy nipple to her mouth. She sucked it off in an instant.

I then started taking her “bra” off by licking one of the cups, and massaging the whipped cream all over her nude torso, exposed her hardened nipple. The texture of the slippery cream too much to resist. I gently laid my body on hers and spread the remaining whipped cream on me. Her soft purrs and moans told me that she enjoyed the slippery feeling too, prompting me to lower my mouth to her cream-covered cunnie. This wasn’t a time for subtlety, so I dove through the layer of whipped cream and went right to her so slippery pussy, jamming my tongue inside. The combination of the sweet whipped cream and smooth little girl juices was heaven to taste and swallow. Now sliding all over the floor, Lori was cumming in giant waves. After her orgasm subsided, we lay there until we had enough strength to clean up the sexy mess.

Walking her to bed, Lori said, “Oh, Mommy, that was fun! An’ I really came good! Can we do it again after Aunt Sandy goes home?”

“Sure sweetie. Sounds like a plan.” And with that, and a nice long French kiss goodnight, I put her to bed.

It was about 7 on Friday evening when the doorbell rang. Lori ran to the door and opened it. Not bothering to say “Hi”, she just called out to me, “AUNT SANDY’S HERE!”

“Hey Sis!” I said as we exchanged a hug and a peck on the cheek. I quickly noticed that she was without kids in tow. “You forget the kids?”

“No, no,” Sandy explained, “Michael decided he wasn’t going to go up to the cabin until Saturday afternoon. Something about one of his buddies helping his brother move, I don’t know.” She continued, waving her hand in the air. “Anyway, he offered to give me a night off and take the kids to a movie. He’s gonna drop ‘em off on his way to the cabin, is that alright?”

“Sure, no problem. I’m sure Lori’s a bit disappointed, but you’ll get over it, won’t ya, kid?”

Lori nodded.

“So, it looks like it’s just me and you tonight, well, at least after Lori goes to bed,” I said. “So, what would you like to do?”

“I don’t know. Nothing sounds like a good idea to me,” Sandy suggested. “I haven’t had a chance to do just nothing in God knows how long.”

I was game for a good evening of nothing, especially after the long week I had at work. We sat for awhile watching TV and exchanging family and friends news items. During a quiet spell, Sandy spied a couple of family photo albums below the coffee table. She grabbed them and started looking at the album which was full of pictures from our childhood Christmases, vacations, school and sports events – the usual photo album fare.

The stories and memories poured forth. There were laughs and tears, but mostly laughs. It was getting late and well past Lori’s bedtime, so I took a break and put her to bed. (When I laid her down, I teased her with a French kiss. I’m so naughty!) Sandy took the opportunity to put her pajamas on, and seeing that she was doing that, I decided to do the same, but I picked out something a bit more modest than what I wear when it’s just Lori and me.

“Those are cute,” I commented when I saw her pajamas, a flower-and-palm-tree-pattern matching blouse and loose shorts. “Where did you get those?”

“Shit, these are old. I bought them when I was on my honeymoon in Hawaii.”

“They’re still cute. I see you’re still getting pedicures too. I wish I could afford that.”

“It is a nice luxury,” Sandy said, and then looking down to my feet she added (to be nice, I’m sure), “but your feet are pretty even without the nail polish.”

We grabbed a couple of wine coolers out of the fridge and sat back down next to each other on the sofa. The two of us continued to look at the albums. It was becoming a really nice evening because we really never had a deep conversation with each other as adults. Things that I kept to myself about how Mom did this and that and how some things really aggravated me. I never really talked to anyone about any of this but my ex-husband and friends, and definitely never with my sister. I mean, we got along OK and all while we were living at home. I went away to college at 18 and got my own place at 22, and Sandy was still 16. When you think about it, at that stage of our lives, we didn’t have the maturity – me included – to talk about such things like we now did as adults. So, the honesty was pouring freely that evening. And as the conversation continued, we found ourselves leaning into each other and bumping arms and shoulders in agreement. And I realized that I really didn’t have a real sister until that moment. It was a nice feeling.

And so we continued leafing through the pages of the album, pausing for these moments of honesty here and there as certain photos prompted. A couple of wine coolers each later, and the honesty continued to flow. And we came upon a Christmas morning picture of Sandy, only about 12 or 13, opening up some gift. She was wearing this robe she never seemed to want to give up. It was time for some teasing.

“Hey, look at this Sandy. It’s that robe you always used to wear. I swear you must have had that until you were 20!”

“It was comfy! I loved that robe!”

And then, my biggest moment of honesty yet came out of my mouth. You see, I used to be pretty hot for my little sister. I don’t think I had ever admitted that to anyone, including myself up to that moment. I guess the feelings I had for Lori and little girls in general was just a “coming to surface” of a more latent feeling toward my sister that started when she was 11 and I was 17. All of these thoughts ran through my mind at once. Why I had this attraction to her in the first place would be a self-examination that would have to be saved for later, I thought.

Without any thought or reservation at all, I blurted out, “I loved that robe, too. Do you know I used to look at your tits when you bent over? You never tied it very tight!”

In a moment of honesty of her own (no doubt these moments the courtesy of liquid encouragement), Sandy replied, “Mandy, dear, the first time was an accident, but truth be told, I caught you looking at me and – again, truth be told – I sorta got turned on by you looking at me, so I, well, it just wasn’t an accident after that.”

With at least these confessions over and done with, we told stories to each other about how each of us spied on the other and how that spying fueled our jilling fantasies. As each revelation was told, playful and good-natured cries of “you little brat” and “you little bitch” resonated through the room. We were starting to get loud and didn’t want to wake Lori, so we started whispering all this to each other as we learned just how much we had the hots for each other. Realizing whispering didn’t quite satisfy our needs to express ourselves, we found ourselves starting to wrestle a bit. What started off as just some silly slaps or grabs, turned into us rolling around on the sofa until our faces were inches apart and saw a reflection of ourselves and our lives in each other’s eyes. What was special about our first kiss is that neither of us could tell who made the first move. We did it together. Our kiss was long and satisfying, our tongues entwined in a wonderful and glorious dance. It was a sudden surprise, but then again, in our hearts, it wasn’t a surprise at all. Well pulled back, looked at each other, and in unison we said all we could think of: “Wow.”

There was silence for a bit, but not an uncomfortable silence. Sandy broke the silence, saying in an upbeat voice, “So Sis, here’s the chance you have been waiting for for 20 years now. You wanna see my tits?” She didn’t wait for an answer; she just started unbuttoning her pajama top and then, before I knew it, my little sister was topless.

“Oh, Sandy, your tits are so beautiful. God, those nipples, they’re as puffy as I remember them being.” They were, too. She was no larger than a A-cup, but they were really something. “Turn sideways. That’s it. Oh wow.” The pink puffy areola was like a tit on a tit, with a shape of its own as opposed to taking on the shape of the entire breast. And, unlike me, even after having two kids, there was really not much of a protruding nipple at all, just another little bump that was a little darker.

Sandy wasted no time taking off her pajama shorts (no panties – cool!) to show me her pussy.

“Hey, we’ve got matching pussies!” I said. All inhibitions thrown aside, I stripped off my pajama bottoms and my thong in one quick motion and showed off my cunny.

“Ooooh, you shave too, don’t ya love it?” We took a brief moment to compare details, and we could see that each other’s pussy was getting wet from the examination it was being given. “Does your pussy get sopping wet, too?” Sandy asked.

“Oh yeah!” I replied.

And as was about to explain more, Sandy interrupted, and lifting my top over my head, she said, “Enough about our pussies. Let me see those big tits of yours.” I don’t know where she got the idea my tits were big, because mine were just B’s, bigger yes, but big, that’s a bit of a stretch, but oh well. Let her think what she wants, I thought, as she tossed the top aside.

“Oh shit, look at you! God you’re gorgeous. Those nipples are so big and so long.” Sandy said nothing more, but went right for them, pulling one of my nipples into her mouth and twisting the other with her fingers. We quickly moved to my bedroom, and for the very first time, years of pent-up love and lust between my little sister and me finally had an outlet. As much as I loved Lori and loved to eat her little cunny, my first taste of a grown woman was something I’ll never forget. Sandy’s pussy was so soft and juicy, and being sisters, it seemed so familiar. Knowing my own cunny so well from years of jilling made eating my sister out feel like I was eating myself. The only differences I could tell in the heat of the moment was that my clit was huge compared to hers (I mean, Sandy had it drawn so deep into her mouth I swore I could feel her uvula) and, much to my delight, I found out that my sister was a squirter. Her cum shot like a cannon to the back of my throat, causing me to gag a bit. But really, I didn’t mind. Who would?

Basking in our newfound way to show sisterly love, I came out of this special euphoria and suggested we sleep in separate beds. After all, what would Lori think if she caught us?

(To be continued in Part 5, where Sandy and Lori have some fun together!)