by Louisa May

"Welcome, welcome, Yuki, my dear!" Kaori Tanaka stood before her front door smiling at her young niece. She`d forgotten how pretty little Yuki was. Even dressed in the baggy patterned pants and t-shirt she was now wearing, Kaori could see that her niece would soon be breaking quite a few hearts. Her long, lustrous black braid just completed the picture.

"You look so grown UP," she laughed. "What are you now, twelve?"

Yuki shifted her overnight bag on her shoulder. "Eleven."

Her aunt reached forward to take the bag from her. "When were you here last?"

"Christmas, I think," Yuki murmured. Mrs. Tanaka stood looking down at the young girl's solemn expression. She put a hand on Yuki's shoulder. "Are you okay, honey? You look kind of down."

Yuki looked down at her feet and muttered, "yeah, I'm fine."

Her aunt was still for a moment, then squeezed Yuki's shoulder. "Okay, buddy. Good." She brushed a loose black hair from the girl's face. "Want to see your room?"

Yuki nodded.

"Okay," Mrs. Tanaka said as she slung the bag over her shoulder and opened the door, "follow me, lieutenant."

Even in her funk, Yuki could not help noticing how her aunt walked. As she followed her towards the back of the house, Yuki remembered times when she'd watched her aunt at the beach, on the tennis court, or like now, just walking. Mrs. Tanaka moved like a cat, Yuki thought, with a smoothness, a way of rolling her bottom that always fascinated her young niece. In her current mood, the sight depressed her even more. Mrs. Tanaka had opened a door and walked inside with a flourish. "Tada! Here is your suite, my lady." Yuki sat on the edge of the bed while her aunt walked about pointing out things, pulling open drawers, etc. "You can put your stuff in here, the bathroom is right down the hall next to my room on your right, can't miss it, and. . ." She stopped and looked at Yuki, who was staring at the dresser, quietly crying.

"Oh, honey, what is it?" Her aunt sat beside her, putting an arm around her. "What's wrong? Hmm?" She rubbed Yuki's arm.

"It's silly," the girl sniffed. She smelled Aunt Kaori's sweet, musky perfume.

"No, honey, nothing is silly if it makes you cry." Her hand came up and gently pulled Yuki's head to her shoulder. "You can tell me, Yuki." She stroked her niece's fresh-smelling hair. "Go on, honey. Talk to me."

"Well," Yuki began, feeling a coziness she'd hadn't felt for too long, "I'm just--- I'm--" and now she began to really cry, sobbing in ragged bursts against her aunt's shoulder, into the soft sweater that covered her warm breast. Her aunt stroked her hair, her back, side, her thighs, all the while crooning, "hush, it's alright, I know, I know, it's alright. . ."

When the weeping had subsided, Yuki felt herself being gently rocked in her aunt's comforting embrace. Kaori murmured, "Yuki?"

"Hmm?"

"Alright, honey?"

"Mm-hmm."

"You're just . . .what?"

Yuki felt a sleepy kind of peace as she murmured, "Just. . .lonely. I guess." She sighed, a big, shaky, after-tears sigh. Kaori kissed the top of her head. "Mom and Daddy are working all the time, and I'm in a new school, and everybody has their own friends. . .and boyfriends. . ." She absently fingered the ivory buttons on her aunt's sweater.

"And you feel left out."

Yuki looked up at the smiling face of her aunt. "Yeah. I do. I feel left out. Of everything. And--" she stopped and went back to the buttons.

Kaori waited. Then she said, "And you wouldn't know what to do if somebody wanted to be your. . . friend, anyway."

Yuki looked up at her, mouth agape.

"Right?"

Yuki continued to stare at her aunt as if she had magical powers. Finally, she began to nod her head. "How did you know?"

Kaori smiled and gave her little niece a brief, firm hug. "Just a good guess." She touched Yuki's button nose. "Fortunately, Mr. Tanaka is away on business until Tuesday, so," and she grinned and flung wide her arms, "I can be your teacher, and you can be my student. . . for the whole weekend!" Yuki stared, eyes wide, a small smile on her lips. Kaori brought her arms down. "If you want."

Yuki nodded. "Oh, yes, Aunt Kaori, I do! I'm just. . . kind of nervous." She smiled again, and blushed.

Kaori put a finger to Yuki's chin, and lifted. "I know, honey. But there's nothing to be nervous about. It's going to be fun." She jumped up. "Okay, first, first, we have to get you relaxed. And the best thing for that is a massage." She held out her hands to Yuki, who let herself be pulled to a standing position.

"I'm going to go get the massage oil and music. You take off your clothes and lie on your tummy on the bed here. Okay?"

Yuki's eyes were still wide. "Take off all my clothes?"

"You can leave your underpants on, if you want. I'll be back in a jiffy."

While Yuki sat down and began removing her shoes, her aunt walked down the hall to her own room to get the massage accessories. As she did, she thought back to the last time she'd seen her niece. It had been at the beach, the summer before, when the Tanaka family had joined the Uiji family for a joint vacation. It had been the first time the sisters had spent any time together since their respective marriages, and they'd had a lot of catching up to do. What struck Kaori most about that time was how much little baby Yuki had changed. And how, at nine years old, she'd started growing into a beautiful, sexy girl. It disturbed Kaori at first that she found herself so taken with little dark-haired Yuki. On the beach, she barely managed to keep her eyes off her.

Kaori would be chatting away with her sister while Yuki, in a tight but ill-fitting one-piece bathing suit, played nearby. Fortunately Kaori wore mirrored sunglasses, or she couldn't have watched her niece as much as she did. At one point, Yuki occupied herself with digging a large hole in the sand. As she dug not five feet away from where the sisters sat on their towel, Kaori was afforded a view of her little backside as she worked. With one ear on her conversation, the rest of her senses strained to devour the sight of her niece's supple back and bottom as she dug. Reach in with shovel, push out with the bottom, lift out with the sand, squeeze cheeks together. And again. Eventually these exertions caused her suit to ride up and up deep into her little crack, so that soon it was as if she barely had a thing on below her waist. And so intent on digging the perfect hole was little Yuki, that she didn't even notice, or didn't care.

What made it so difficult to concentrate on the conversation with her sister was the beauty of Yuki's little bottom, and the way her suit divided the lips of her bare pussy, cutting the plump little peach virtually in two. Indeed, so far up did the suit creep that Kaori was able to discern the small, dark circular halo of the girl's asshole, cleft as it was by the clinging line of cloth. Especially when Yuki pushed her creamy little bottom out to dig deep, the cloth would sometimes even move aside, exposing the winking little asshole itself, and her aunt felt she might swoon with desire. At times like these, she could only jump up and announce that it was too hot not to swim. Then she'd run madly into the surf, swim out to deeper waters, and finger herself to a shuddering orgasm in the cool ocean. No one had any idea that good old married Mrs. Kaori Tanaka, faithful wife and diligent homemaker, lusted wildly after her married sister's nine-year-old daughter.

And now here the girl was, grown but not much so, lying face down on the guest room bed in just her white cotton underpants. And she had virtually asked to be taught about sex. Alright, thought Kaori. Let the teaching begin. She removed her sweater, and placed it on the roped rocking chair by the bed. She put a tape in her player, and a soft, gentle music began. Then she sat in the chair and put a hand on Yuki's back. "Just relax." She noticed the girl's balled fists at her sides, and touched one, stroking it. "Relax, honey. This is just to make you feel good. Just loosening you up." She took Yuki's hand and put it between her own hands, gently rubbing, stroking. She felt the hand relax in hers. "Good, Yuki. That's good. Just let your whole body go, let it sink into the bed." She stood and squirted some oil into her palm, rubbing it in. She leaned in, and with the back of her hand, brushed the full, black braid off Yuki's back to lie by her shoulder. Kaori laid both hands gently on Yuki's upper back, felt the skin tighten, then relax. She let her hands remain still for a moment more. "Just let the bed hold you up, honey. You don't have to do anything. You're as safe as can be."

She began moving her hands, lightly at first, barely touching the soft skin, moving with a continuous motion, down the back, circling up, around the shoulders, up the delicate neck, then back down the finely ridged spine, and on. And all the while she spoke, gently, rhythmically, insistently, of letting go, and being safe, and supported. As she kneaded and stroked, she felt the girl beneath her slacken, felt her muscles loosen. And still Kaori murmured on. And each time her hands, her fingers encountered the obstacle of the underpants, Aunt Kaori would subtly hesitate, as if the cloth was an unexpected barrier to a smooth, pleasurable, unimpeded glide from head to toe. Her hands never made much of it, but Yuki, in her increasingly drugged state, began to feel a mild irritation that her underpants were an interruption in an otherwise free and continuous flow of oily pleasure. She felt a pleasing hum in her jyni (as her mother called her baby vagina), and vaguely wished she'd taken off everything so Aunt Kaori could massage her whole body, from head to toe, without stopping.

So it was with a sense of sleepy relief that she felt Aunt Kaori's fingers stop and hook in the waistband of her underpants, and heard her voice, as in a fog, say, "Lift up for a second, honey." Yuki raised her bottom and felt her underpants being pulled down her legs. To help further, she lifted her feet, and they were gone.

Aunt Kaori's voice, a bit shaky from effort, Yuki supposed, breathed, "Thank you, Yuki, honey. Now I can really make you feel good." She squirted a good deal of oil into her palms and, laying her hands again on Yuki's upper back, began smoothing her hands down, down the girl's back, over her pretty white bottom, down her legs to her heels. She swirled her supple hands around and around Yuki's delicate feet (her niece sighed), then pushed both hands, a little harder his time, back up the way they came. As Kaori's hands glided upwards, slowing, over Yuki's bottom, her little cheeks were naturally pulled apart. And there, in its briefly seen glory, was her niece's open asshole, clear and unobstructed, and even more beautiful than Kaori remembered. Her own pussy quivering, Kaori continued pushing her oiled hands up her niece's back, the cheeks came together and the hole disappeared. Hands back down, hard, to the feet and round and round (Yuki seemed to love the feet; she was sighing more regularly now), then back up, slowly, to stop. . . at Yuki's beautiful bottom. Now she would concentrate on feet to bottom, feet to bottom. Which Yuki was loving. Little mews of pleasure from her. Then . . .just bottom.

Kaori stood and quickly took off her clothes, leaving them in a pile at her feet. Then she squirted some more oil and put a hand on her niece's upper thigh. "Move your legs out a little, honey, I need to kneel behind you." Yuki dutifully spread her slim thighs. In her bliss she neither knew nor cared that her little "jyny" was in full view.

Her Aunt Kaori, naked, knelt between these thighs, looking down in lustful awe at her niece's treasures. She put one shaky hand on a white cheek, and the other, and spread. That beautiful dark pink eye. She wanted so much to taste it. But not yet. She began to knead Yuki's cheeks, bringing her thumbs perilously close to the dark center, lightly grazing it even, then coming away. She brought her hands lower, cupping the inner thighs and gliding towards the moist center. And it was moist, Kaori could see little beads of slickness on the pink lips.

She let one swoop of palms on thighs go all the way in, where the inside edges of her palms met at Yuki's little pussy and her thumbs burrowed underneath to caress her clit. The seam where both Kaori's hands met ran the length of her niece's slit. She felt a slight jerk of Yuki's body, then she brought her hands back, gliding, to glide right back to her virginal slit. This time she felt her niece's bottom lift slightly, seeming to afford more room. "Good, honey, that's right, just let it happen," Aunt Kaori breathed, and she leaned in to straddle her niece`s left leg..

Now she put her left hand on Yuki's lower back while her right went directly under the girl's bottom to cup her wet, hairless pussy. And this hand went to work, circling, rubbing; masturbating her little niece while she spoke to her.

"Let it go, Yuki, honey, just let it go. Let it happen. It feels good, doesn't it?"

Little Yuki was squirming, her eyes shut. "Mm-hmm. . ." she mewled. She had never felt this way in all her life! Her Aunt Kaori was making her feel so good, so . . .strange, but, oh, so, so, good! And she's rubbing my jyny, I'm naked and she's rubbing my jyny! Oh, it feels so good!!

"I know, little girl, it feels so good, yeah, it feels so good," Kaori felt herself coming close to orgasm as she watched her little niece open and squeeze her bottom to her Aunt's manipulations. Kaori's other hand continued to freelance, now stroking the child's hair, now stroking her back, now squeezing a cheek. But all the while, her other hand masturbated little Yuki with sinuous skill.

Yuki was kind of embarrassed, but in a funny kind of outside-of -herself way, as if she knew she should be embarrassed, but just felt too good to care. She knew she was pushing her bottom out, and rubbing her jyny onto Aunt Kaori's hand, and weird stuff like that, but she didn't care! And the way Aunt Kaori was making her feel, and talking to her, she loved her aunt so much, that she could make her feel like this, and it was even more than feeling good, it was almost scary, it was---

Little Yuki started to whimper, and she was almost on her knees now to rub herself against Kaori's hand. Kaori felt the little vagina start to pulse and quiver in her hand. She smelled the faint odor of her niece's building excitement, a pleasant, animal tang.

"What's happening?! What's happening to me?!?" And Yuki started to scream, a weird, high-pitched squeal that shook on one note, then broke off into yelps that sounded as if a cat was being slammed by its tail against a fence. Her Aunt Kaori continued to rub, faster, harder, talking all the while: "Oh, yes, YES, Yuki, it's okay, let it feel good, oh yeah, baby, let it go, I love you, Yuki, it's okay, it's alright, I know, hush, I know, baby, I know. . ." Then Yuki raised her head, her back arched, and her bottom clenched tightly together, trapping her aunt's hand. She squeaked out a final "Oh!" and collapsed onto the bed.

Kaori lay on the bed by her niece. She moved aside the thick braid and kissed her humid cheek. Presently Yuki opened her eyes and murmured, "what did you do?"

"I made you a woman, my darling Yuki," replied her aunt, who kissed her lightly on the lips, then sat up. "And now you are a beautiful woman!"

Yuki's eyes went wide, and she turned towards Kaori. "You're. . .naked!"

Her aunt smiled. "I thought you'd like company." She stood by the bed and raised her arms. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Yuki stared at her beautiful naked aunt, and felt herself blush. "You're beautiful."

Kaori was very excited feeling little Yuki's eyes on her. She needed to come. "Want me to show you more?"

Yuki nodded.

"Okay. Stand up, first." Yuki, a bit light-headed, did so. "Now, close your eyes until I say to open them." Yuki's eyes closed.

Kaori leaned back in the large rocking chair by the bed and wiggled her bottom down until it almost hung of the edge. Then she lifted her legs up and up until her knees touched her breasts. She placed her hands on her calves and spread her legs further apart, gazing at the little girl's pouting slit, its lips slightly pink and moist from their recent ravishing. She wanted to get down on her knees before the child and drive her tongue deep into the tender furrow, to grip her soft bottom and make her scream with pleasure. Soon.

"Okay, Yuki," her aunt whispered. "You can open your eyes."

Yuki opened her eyes and stood, stunned at the picture before her.

"See how much I trust you?" Kaori said softly. "How much I love you?"

"Aunt Kaori. . ." Little Yuki breathed, still standing in astonishment.

Her aunt smiled. "Come here, little one. Kneel in front of me, so I can show all about what goes on down here." Yuki opened her mouth, and blushed. She didn't move. "Come on."

Yuki slowly stepped forward and carefully knelt before her spread-eagled aunt. She knelt almost formally, as if she were at a tea ceremony, instead of within candle-blowing distance of her aunt's open and distinctly fragrant pussy and asshole. Yuki's lower lip trembled.

"It's okay, Yuki, honey. There's nothing to be afraid of." Kaori looked into her niece's wide eyes, then down at her own bared sex. "This is my secret. Right here in the middle of me, where I can feel so, so good." She smiled, watching her niece stare in amazement at her open pussy. "You need to know everything about your secret places, Yuki. It's the most important thing a woman can know. Do you want me to teach you?"

The little girl was still too stunned to speak. She nodded.

"Tell me, Yuki. I need to hear you."

Yuki looked up with a start, and gazed into her aunt's kind eyes. "Oh, Aunt Kaori, yes. Yes, I want you to teach me. . .so much, but. . .--"

"But what, honey?"

Yuki looked down again at her aunt's revealed charms, her lush, womanly vagina, so pink and full. . .and the perfectly round and tidy little ring where she pooped. . .and in a rush of feeling she stammered out, on the verge of tears again, "I just . . .you're such a beautiful. . .WOMAN, and I'm. . .I'm just- -", and she fell back on her haunches and put her hands to her face.

Kaori was enjoying the feel of Yuki's warm breath on her sensitive pussy as the little girl stammered and sighed, just inches away. She fondled a vision of Yuki's quivering mouth kissing, sucking on the wet folds of her open sex. But when her niece sat back, upset, Kaori was immediately up to console her. "Hush, Yuki, hush." She put an arm around the girl, and sat beside her. "Oh, Yuki." She stroked her black hair. "I know just how you feel."

Yuki sniffed. "You do?"

"Oh, yes. When I was in intermediate school, I was so plain, I was terrified of everyone. I didn't think anyone would want to have anything to do with me." She turned Yuki's little tearstained face to hers. "And when I say plain, I'm not being nice, you know, "Oh, Yuki, you are so beautiful compared to me when I was your age," blah, blah. . ."

Yuki giggled.

"No," Kaori smiled, her arm lazily circling Yuki's smooth bare back, "I mean, PLAIN. And besides, you ARE more beautiful. Do you know that?"

Yuki blushed deeply, looking down.

"No, really, Yuki," her aunt brought her face around to face hers. "Do you?"

Still blushing furiously, but now looking into Kaori's fascinating deep eyes, Yuki murmured, "No."

"Well," Kaori said as she returned the deep gaze, "you are. Believe me." And she kissed her niece, lightly, on the lips.

Yuki was entranced. "Then," she began, her little body turning towards her aunt, "how did you. . .?"

Kaori smiled. "I got lucky. My music teacher happened to fall in love with me," and here she put a finger to her pursed lips, and made a face. Yuki smiled. "And she taught me so many things." Kaori sighed. "She was so good. I was very lucky."

Yuki whispered, "I'm lucky, too." She smiled, her bottom lip quivering.

Her aunt's heart leapt, and she hugged her niece. "Oh, honey, Yuki, I am, too." She put her face to the girl's. "Thank you for letting me teach you."

Yuki returned the embrace, touching nose to nose. "I want you to."

"Want to go back to where we were?"

Yuki blushed, and nodded.

Aunt Kaori resumed her wide open position on the chair again, and Yuki dutifully knelt before her, smiling.

"Okay, now," Kaori began, "Have you ever touched yourself, Yuki?"

Again the little girl blushed, but now willingly. "Um, kind of, but not really?" She grimaced at her own lame-sounding response.

"No, that's okay, that's good, honey. So you have touched yourself, but not like for a long time or anything." Yuki shook her head. "Now, what do you call this?" And she pointed to her own pussy.

Yuki shrugged. "Your. . .jyny?"

"Jyny. . . right. . . I remember that," Kaori smiled. "Let's call it something else, okay?"

"Okay."

"How about. . .pussy?"

Blush. "O-okay."

Kaori grinned. "So?" Pause. Yuki eyebrows went up. "What do you call this?"

Yuki made a face. "Your. . .pussy." She put a hand to her mouth and giggled.

Kaori smiled. "What?"

Yuki from behind her hand. "It sounds so dirty."

"Say it again."

"Pussy." Yuki smiled again.

"Now," her aunt said, You show me yours, and tell me what it is."

Yuki was liking this game, with its whiff of the naughty, and she sat back and opened her slim thighs. Kaori leaned up to see. "This," she intoned, "is my pussy." And she had a rather long giggling fit.

Kaori sat back, and opened up again. "Alright, class," she called out. Yuki got herself together and kneeled up again. "Arigato," she bowed.

"Put your hand on me, Yuki."

Yuki's face was immediately serious. Her little hand slowly reached out and stopped inches away from her aunt's warm sex. "Go ahead, honey. I want you to feel it. Just lay your palm right on me."

Yuki did so then, noticing at once how humid and soft her aunt's vagina was, and how. . .puffy. As her hand lay on the lips, she even felt a slight movement! A small gasp.

"Did you feel that?" Kaori smiled, feeling the warm lust begin to rush into her loins. Yuki nodded. "Take your other hand and open me up like a flower. Just, very gently, I want you to look inside."

Yuki, now fascinated, used both small hands to peel open her aunts labial lips, and saw pink, slick walls lining inside. She also noticed, at the peak of this oysterlike aperture, a small, pearly nub.

Kaori was definitely feeling the effects of having her eleven-year-old niece handle her pussy lips, however tentatively. She took a deep breath and let it out. "That," she breathed, "is my beautiful, fun, sensitive clitoris. Or clit."

"Your clit," Yuki, all concentration now, murmured.

"Yes." Oh boy, Kaori was going to have to bring things to a crisis soon. To heighten her pleasure, she had placed a mirror opposite the chair, so that now, as Yuki explored, her aunt could also watch her cute little bottom flex and bend. That, and the sight of Yuki on her knees breathing into her pussy from an inch away, was bringing Kaori very much closer to coming than she wanted yet. But there was nothing for it.

"Yuki?" Her tone made Yuki look up immediately. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure!" Yuki nodded eagerly. "What?"

"Well," her aunt hesitated, "I'm not sure if you're ready for this. . ."

"No, what, what?" Yuki's eagerness was pleasing to her.

"It's just that. . .I didn't know how much you're touching me would affect me, and I'm getting kind of. . .full. You know how you felt when I was touching you on the bed?"

Yuki's lower lip tucked into her mouth. She nodded. "Uh-huh. Like I was going to explode?"

"Right. Well," Kaori smiled bravely, " that's kind of how I feel right now."

Yuki seemed overwhelmed. She looked at her hands covering her aunt's sex. "Oh."

"Please? I'll tell you exactly what to do."

Yuki looked up, her face set. "Okay. What should I do?"

"Okay." Kaori spread her legs wider. "Take your front finger and start moving on my clit in a little circle. A little harder. . .like that. Good. Right like that. Yeah, honey, that's good." Kaori felt a little jet of pleasure shoot through her. "Now, take your other hand and put it all into my pussy. The whole hand. See? It fits! Now move it, oh yeah, move it around as much as you can in there. Good. Mm. Mm."

Yuki was amazed at the sight of her whole hand in her aunt's. . .pussy! And the other hand, it's forefinger, rubbing, rubbing away at the little swelling nub above. She was so happy to be helping her aunt, her beautiful aunt, who was so kind to her. But she'd never seen her like this before! The older woman was twisting and moaning in the chair like she was possessed. If Yuki hadn't felt this same way not ten minutes ago, she would have been very scared, but as it was, it made her very happy and proud to make her aunt feel the same way.

"Y-yuki," Kaori's hoarse voice trembled, "honey, use your thumb on my clit, my darling, yeah, harder, harder. Oh God, yeah, like that. Pull your hand out fast, honey, then push it in again fast. . . OH yeah, mm, yeah, that's. . .oh, God!" And her legs went stiffening outwards again, out, while her hands fluttered up and down Yuki's back. "Oh, oh, oh, Yuki, honey, OHHHHHHHH!!!" Her sex, her whole lap went arching up towards little Yuki's face, shaking convulsively. Yuki's eyes and mouth were wide, and her hands were tired.

Presently, Kaori came to. She smiled at her niece, whose hands were still in the honeypot. "You can take your hands out now, Yuki. Thank you so much, honey." She sat up with a groan and embraced her little pupil. "Are your hands okay?"

Yuki smiled, looking at the limp things. "They will be. But they sure are tired right now."

Kaori kissed them, each digit. "Mm, smell them."

Yuki did, delicately. "They smell like you." Yuki hugged her aunt again. "I love how they smell."

Kaori stood, helping her niece up. "I think it's time for a nice bath. What do you say?"

Yuki grinned. "I say. . . whoever loses has to cook dinner!" And she ran towards the bath house.

Kaori called after. "Hey!" And then ran to catch up.