Summer at the Lake

by Thom

When I was a little girl, probably around 8, Mommy sent me away one summer to stay with my aunt Theresa because Mommy had to work and didn’t have any other arrangement for me. Aunt Theresa lived in a close by town but she wasn’t going to be there for the summer. She rented a house on a lake in New England and we were going to stay there.

The house was on a cove so it was very secluded. It had a dock that we could swim off of and the use of a small sail boat in case we wanted to explore the lake. We stood on the dock right after we got there and admired the lake. My aunt said that we would be able to go skinny dipping without being seen because we were set back in the cove. I had to ask what skinny dipping was.

Aunt Theresa was a photographer. She worked commercially as her employment and also artistically as her avocation. Even though it was a vacation, sort of, my aunt didn’t travel anywhere, ever without her cameras and other equipment. She always said you didn’t know when you might miss a picture, which you never did if you always had a camera.

As soon as we got our belongings settled, my aunt went outback to a tool shed that was on the property and organized it into a little studio with her equipment. I thought this was a bit odd because I didn’t know what kinds of pictures she might take there. She also set up a cot, more like a little day bed in the tool shed. I asked my aunt who would sleep there and she said it was just for resting if she got tired while she was working. What I didn’t know until that summer with her was that she liked to seduce little girls, also as her avocation, and that photography was her primary vehicle to accomplishing that.

After a couple of days of bad weather that kept us in doors or shopping in the small town near by, we woke up to a wonderfully sunny, warm day and decided we would go to a little sandy beach a couple of miles from the house. At first we were the only ones there and then young moms began to turn up with little kids and soon the beach was a cacophony of screaming children and scolding moms.

By mid morning, as the sun was starting to cook us, we were ready to leave and just stirring to put our stuff back in our carry alls and walk back to the house when a mom and a girl I judged to be 11 or 12 turned up. I noticed her, briefly thinking that there was the possibility of a playmate but uncertain how to proceed further, when my aunt announced that we wouldn’t be leaving right away. The connection between the girl’s arrival and my aunt’s change of heart that day didn’t fully form until years later as I relived that summer. I seem to recall that I kind of whined about not leaving because I was hot, sandy and wanted to get back to a book I was reading that I had stupidly left at the house.

Without any apparent hesitation, my aunt befriended this little girl and her mother. Brenda was the little girl’s name. If I ever knew Mom’s name, I’ve forgotten it. She was very little involved in what transpired after that. We may have only seen or been with Mom a few times the rest of that summer. Or it could be that the world that was revealed to me by my aunt and Brenda overwhelmed the memories of the other parts of that summer.

My aunt suggested to Brenda’s mother that we would make good playmates and wouldn’t Brenda join us for lunch later. Brenda’s mother seemed to think this was a marvelous idea and gave her permission for Brenda to come over to our house. Brenda’s family had rented a house a short distance from ours for the same two months that we would be there. It was her mom and an older sister who was in her teens. Her dad would only drive up on weekends.

Luckily, I guess, Brenda and I did hit it off and became pretty close friends even though she was older than I. A lot of it might have initially been that neither of us had any body else to play with so we were sort of forced to at least tolerate each other. After a couple of days of my aunt calling their house and inviting Brenda over, she just started showing up in the morning after breakfast or sometimes even during breakfast and she would eat with us. She mostly went home for dinner in the evening until later when she began to stay over night with us.

After Brenda and I began to play together, my aunt began to carry a camera around and she would take candid shots of us or sometimes not so candid shots of us, asking us to hold a certain pose or turn a certain way. After just a little bit, it was pretty routine for Brenda and I to have our pictures taken. We took it for granted that my aunt would be near by with her camera.

One day, after we got home from the beach, my aunt said she would like to take some pictures of us in the tool shed. Maybe we would model for her because we were such pretty little girls. By this time, of course, we were used to being her models all of the time and a session in the tool shed didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary.

We started with her taking pictures of us in our bathing suits which is what we had on. She said she wanted to do some more swim suit poses and after a few shots she said for me to change into another suit as well as Brenda. There was no dressing room so we had to change in front of each other. When we were nude she took a few shots of us and giggled. She said we were good models and had nice bodies. Then after a few more shots she asked me to leave, said she wanted to do some private shots with Brenda.

Well, I kind of started to pout but I knew that it wouldn’t do me any good and I left the shed, but I didn’t go far. I ran around to the far end and peeked in the window. That end of the shed was in some bushes so it was very dark, in the shade. There was a curtain over the window but the curtain wasn’t completely closed so I could see in. Even if Brenda and my aunt had looked at the window, I don’t think they would have seen me, it was so dark under the bush.

My aunt was telling Brenda how pretty she was and that she wanted to take some more pictures of her without clothes on. She wanted to be alone with her so that she wouldn’t be embarrassed being naked in front of me. Brenda didn’t comment on anything my aunt was saying. I think she was just flattered with the attention and just did what my aunt told her to do.

And what my aunt wanted her to do was to pose nude in a variety of positions that were more and more revealing of her bottom side. And I suppose you would say more and more lewd as time went on. Before too long, my aunt announced that she was kind of warm in her clothes and that she might as well be comfortable too since Brenda was nice and cool in her birthday suit. Aunty paused her picture taking and disrobed. But not just pushing off her clothes but a real strip tease.

I didn’t call it that then, I call it that now as an adult, knowing what it was. It was erotic and it had me touching myself in the bushes watching it. She had left Brenda in a compromised position, on her back with her heels drawn up to her butt and her knees spread flat on the bed. I couldn’t see Brenda’s bottom but today I imagine that her slit was pulled open and her rose bud was fully visible from the vantage point of my aunt and her camera. What I did see when I looked at Brenda was that she too had reached her hand between her legs as my aunt stripped.

My aunt had a beautiful body. Still does though she is twenty something years older than that summer day. Firm full breasts, large aureoles and nipples. When her nipples were erect they were incredibly long. Later when I used to nurse on them, licking them with my tongue, they would tickle the inside of my mouth. Her tummy was flat and she shaved her pussy mound bare. While it wasn’t completely closed like a little girl’s there wasn’t a ton of folds and things sticking out. What I couldn’t see from my window vantage point was my aunts clit which later I would learn that when it was erect, it protruded like an inch from her lips, it was so large.

That’s nice, you touch yourself Brenda. Please don’t stop, Its beautiful my aunt remarked as she picked up her camera and started snapping pictures where she left off. Brenda did as she was told and masturbated in front of my aunt. I still had on my little one piece suit and I snaked my hand in the crotch of it and began digging and pulling on myself really hard. I came a bunch of times before I was able to concentrate again on what was going on in the shed.

My aunt had gotten really close to Brenda with her camera and as far as I could tell, Brenda was still pulling away on herself. I mean she had been given permission, or was it direct orders by my aunt to play with herself. And who at that age doesn’t like to play with themselves. I mean I liked to play with myself at 8 as I was doing in the bushes watching them and all the way back to my earliest memory.

What happened next though was magical and if I hadn’t seen it happen, I don’t think I would believe it. By this time my aunt is sitting on the day bed, next to Brenda. They are both naked. She laid her camera down next to the girl. In one, very fluid motion, she leaned over Brenda, kissing her on the lips and with her left hand, she moved Brenda’s hand to her own pussy while replacing Brenda’s hand with her other one.

I don’t know if Brenda’s hand was being very effective on my aunt or if my aunt even cared but my aunt’s hand on Brenda was turning her into mush. I could see Brenda’s head roll back on the pillow and her mouth open wide sucking air. I could see her little bottom writhing under my aunt’s hand. My aunt was still bent over Brenda but her mouth was on the little girl’s nipples, sucking and licking on them.

My aunt then moved her mouth down Brenda’s body until it was right above her hand that was working the little girl so hard and making her crazy. In an instant without missing a beat, she replaced her hand with her mouth. She put her hand up on Brenda’s mouth and stuck the finger that had been diddling her little pussy, into her mouth. I could see Brenda begin to suck on it like a nipple.

After Brenda had licked it clean, my aunt, still licking the little girl’s cunny who was now even more crazed, grabbed both of her hands at the wrist. She first placed Brenda’s hands on her breasts with the long, erect nipples and used them to caress herself with them. And after a little bit, she held them down to Brenda’s side tightly, still by the wrists. This would be a signature move of my aunt’s I would learn as I got involved with her. Her body had lowered itself onto Brenda in a way that held her knees and legs down. By pinning her arms as well at the moment of greatest release, my aunt was combining sexual pleasure with bondage and capturing her little lovers as slaves forever.

Brenda was screaming by this time. I was afraid she was dying under my aunt but now I know she was having the most incredible sexual release of her life. I had pulled off my suit by now, I so much wanted to be Brenda and have my aunt naked with me, touching and kissing me like that. I was digging in my own cunny but I couldn’t get enough of it to satisfy myself. I had to leave. I ran, naked, suit in hand, to my room in the house. I had been using a shampoo bottle to pleasure myself when I took a bath and I grabbed it and ran to my room. Spread eagle on the bed, I pushed the shampoo bottle into my middle as hard as I could, coming and coming until I passed out.

I woke to my aunt hovering over me. It was dark. I asked about Brenda. Had she gone home? No she’s going to stay over tonight, remember. Yes I do now, where is she. She and I are staying up for just a bit and then she will be in to sleep with you. Okay aunty. Why are you nakey aunty? Brenda and I are going to take a shower. Together? Yes I told her I would wash her hair. Oh. Aunty will you take some private pictures with me sometime too. Yes, dear, of course I will. Maybe tomorrow.

I didn’t see Brenda again for a few days. By the time I was awake the next morning, Brenda had headed home. She didn’t come in to sleep with me as far as I could tell. I asked about that and my aunt didn’t really have a very good explanation. A couple of days went by before anything was said about the private sessions with me or with Brenda as well. But in the afternoon, maybe it was three days later, my aunt asked me if I still wanted to do a private photography session with her. I immediately said yes and she led us out to the shed where she had been with Brenda.

As I began to strip my clothes off for her, my aunt must have wondered how I knew what the private session was all about and asked me if I had seen her session with Brenda. I was incapable of making up a story at that age and confessed to peeking in the window. I also confessed to being so excited by what I saw that I had to diddle with myself outside the window and later in my room.

Aunty asked me then if I liked what I saw them doing together and would I like to do that with her. I admitted I did and I would and she proceeded without a moments hesitation, or even the pretense of picture taking, to repeat the session with Brenda on me.

It was much better in person than watching it. I had left when my aunt’s mouth was on Brenda’s cunny and licking and sucking it. I was amazed at how that felt and how many times I came because of it. She was so good with her tongue and mouth on my little clitty. What I had missed after that by running off to my room was that Brenda had been taught how to go down on my aunt, as she showed me that afternoon and then how the two of them rubbed their cunnys together, laying end to end with their legs scissored, pushing their middles together. Her using her body to bind me to her and the bed was as magical as I had imagined it had been with Brenda. I was enslaved. Aunty and I did that for hours and it never stopped feeling terrific until she said we needed to eat.

From that point on that summer, I slept with my aunt in her bed. We were never separated. Brenda came back a couple of days after my private session with my aunt. I answered the door when she rang the bell. Is your aunt in she wanted to know. There was no pretense about wanting to play or going to the beach. She was as hooked as I was hooked. We were both auntie’s sex slaves.

I showed her in and said my aunt was in the kitchen. She dropped an overnight bag in the entry way next to me and I had a pretty good idea about what that meant because she had brought the same bag when she had stayed over at my invitation. I imagined that we would be having an overnight guest. What surprised me finally was how long she stayed with us before anyone came looking for her and when someone did, how amazing what happened then. But I’m a bit ahead of myself as usual.

Brenda ran off to find my aunt in the kitchen and I followed her in. They embraced as soon as they saw each other and proceeded to kind of paw one another which I found erotic initially and then became jealous over shortly. I knew I had to get over that because Brenda had been there first, so to speak and I was a later arrival. Never the less, I didn’t want to be left out of whatever happened next and I was determined to stay in the game as long as it could.

The game was, of course, up to my aunt and whatever I did or didn’t do wouldn’t make much difference, especially with Brenda around, hanging on my aunt. My aunt announced that she and Brenda had to have a bit of private time together but that they would visit with me before long. Could I occupy myself for awhile? They went upstairs to my aunt’s bed room and closed the door.

I was of course beside myself because I knew what they were doing and I wanted to do it too. I tried to read but it was impossible to sit still. Finally, the only way I could settle myself was to masturbate. I went to the bathroom to get my shampoo bottle and I dug a pair of auntie’s panties out of the hamper to comfort myself with. I was using them and the shampoo bottle on myself when Brenda came running naked into my room. She was giddy as she jumped on the bed with me, blurting out that my auntie had told her about my private session and that they wanted me to join them right then. She grabbed my hand and led me away from my play things and into my aunt’s room.

My aunt was most interested in Brenda and I demonstrating what we had learned from her on each other. We were a little tentative at first, not sure what to do but my aunt began giving instructions on what we should be practicing and we soon were improvising pretty well on our own. My aunt sat on the edge of the bed with us, watching and touching herself. Going down on Brenda was much different than going down on my aunt. Brenda didn’t smell as pungent and of course she was still tight and puffy like me. Nevertheless, we found the good parts of one another and pleasured ourselves.

Finally, my aunt decided that it was her turn to play and we took turns licking her bottom while the other straddled her face. Auntie could never seem to get enough of this arrangement. When she came we would switch so you knew if you did a good job of getting her off, you would soon be pleasured by riding her face.

We didn’t only have sex, the three of us but we had a lot of it over the next few days. In between times we would eat and sleep and play games and go out to the dock and skinny dip. My aunt kept us naked for days and it was like being wild animals after a while. Anytime my insatiable aunt had the urge, she would fulfill it.

It must have been at the end of a week of this that Brenda’s mom called to say that she was going to send Brenda’s older sister over to retrieve her. My aunt invited her to lunch with us, told us to put on some fancy clothes and got her camera out. And wouldn’t you know it, it worked its magic again.