This story, entirely a work of fiction, includes themes of a non-violent coercion of a "young female" which some readers may consider inappropriate. Consent laws vary globally, no ages are specified in the story and the reader may infer what they wish about the precise age of the character Anya. While the content may be considered "on the edge", I don't believe it to violate any rules. If I did, I would not post it.
Until that day, my desires had only ever been for "fully developed" young women. I was usually attracted to a more petite build and though I never understood men who had a fascination with ridiculously large tits, my eyes were always naturally drawn towards a girl's breasts, more so than any other part of her body. As a young man I loved the summer months, riding on the top deck of the bus and being able to peer down towards the women boarding in their low cut, loose fitting tops. Occasional glimpses of the cups of their bras or overly plunging cleavage made the otherwise monotonous journey to university far more enjoyable.
Those same bus journeys also featured high school kids for some of the more elite private schools in the city. They always boarded in a shirts and ties so there was nothing to titilate - not that they had much going on in that department anyway. The girls did have on their pleated skirts and the older students often had them pulled up beyond the regulation knee-length. As sexy as a school uniform was, I knew they were too young for me and my internal monologue would chastise me if I ever even caught myself staring too long at an over exposed thigh.
So I was taken quite by surprise when I first had "that feeling" towards a girl sooo much younger than me...
It was a summer weekend and I was visiting my brother-in-law, his wife and their only child, my niece, Anya. They lived in a small village in the English country side. We had driven down on the Friday night after work and on the Saturday, we decided to go out for a walk in the hills nearby their house. We set off in the early afternoon and began an ascent to the highest point in the area, just as the clouds present earlier in the day began to blow through the valley.
At first everything was as it had been. My niece was athletic and had seemingly boundless energy! The route was familiar to her and she had charged ahead with the adults struggling to keep up. I was trailing the pack, making conversation with Anya's Dad. My wife and Anya's mum were doing a better job at keeping up with Anya. As I struggled to make small talk and breathe at the same time, I would occasionally look up to see the backs of the three girls. Eventually, they crested a particularly steep section and decided to wait on the out of shape men to catch up. It took a few minutes but eventually the two of us climbed to the top of the hill and paused silently to catch our breath while the girls continued chatting.
As I panted and took a drink from my water bottle, I surveyed the area, looking back at the view behind us. The gain in elevation afforded an impressive 360 degree panorama of the rolling green countryside. As I turned back to face the rest of the party, that was the moment it happened.
Anya was tall for her age, had long blonde hair reaching below her shoulders and a pretty face. She had big blue eyes and a fair complexion. She was as usual wearing dark leggings and up until that point a light, baggy woollen jumper. But her cheeks were red and the sun was no longer impeded by clouds, it's warmth radiating down on all of us. Anya pulled her jumper up over her head, briefly exposing her midriff to us before her mother managed to grab her T-shirt and pull it down. But it wasn't Anya's midriff that caught my attention, it was the two conspicuous lumps on her chest which were now visible in the sunlight through her brilliant white tee.
Anya was entirely unabashed about what she now had on display, her innocence preventing her from even recognising how close she had come to flashing us all. Her breasts, if you could even call them that, were only just beginning to form. They were lacking in shape but I could clearly make out the outline of puffy areolae below the thin light cotton and I could detect them jiggling unrestrained as Anya bounced around among us like any girl her age is prone to do, barely able to stand still for moment.
I knew it was inappropriate, I tried to look away, but found my gaze forever hunting for a glimpse of Anya's little surprises as we walked the flat section of the path together. Sometimes she would bound ahead then turn back towards us and I could stare freely for a moment or two. I tried to be casual, pretending not to have noticed, or at least not to be been phased the elephant in the room. But I couldn't help my fascination. It was something I had never seen before. The school girls in my day or even those I sat near on the bus ride to uni had always been modestly covered and doubtless fitted in discreet training bras by their mothers. Anya's budding teats however poked through her T-shirt blatantly and I couldn't help but be inquisitive about what they might look like underneath. At first it wasn't a sexual thing, just a curiosity.
We continued the climb towards the peak and after another 30 minutes or so we had reached the rock cairn denoting the end of the ascent. The wind had picked up and Anya had put her jumper back on, once again obscuring her developing chest from view. But I was still imagining those tiny breasts germinating beneath. We paused for some photos and I took some of my niece along with her parents and aunt, secretly wishing I had opportunity a few minutes earlier to snap a couple of Anya in her revealing t-shirt.
On the descent, Anya once again raced ahead of all of us and I could overhear the discussion between my wife and Anya's mum about her earlier "display". She made mention of her struggle in getting her daughter to remember to put on the bras she had bought for her, but seemed to be fairly laid-back about it, after all "they were only little."
Indeed THEY were, but I suspect if Anya's mum had any idea how much of my attention they had consumed on the hike, she would feel differently about allowing her daughter out for runs around the neighbourhood without a sports bra on!
The following morning I awoke with my usual morning wood guilty thoughts of my niece. In the shower I imagined what it would feel like to cup one of Anya's little breasts in my hand and feel her puffy flesh of her erupting chest as I stroked my cock in the shower. I fantasised about her accidentally flashing me on the hillside as she had nearly done the day before. Before I realised where my fantasy was going, I was orgasming in the shower to a vision of my little niece: her tall, slender body fully undressed, and her long blonde hair draped over her pubescent breasts as she smiled back at me.
I hated myself.
After a period of self-loathing, followed by acceptance of my new found proclivity (in which I used my blossoming niece as character inspiration for erotic stories), eventually my mind became less pre-occupied with thoughts of her. The phase seemed to have passed. However I found my fantasies morphing and now I had a real fetish for small chested women that I had never had before. My porn searches reflected this desire for petite blondes with barely perceptible breasts and puffy nipples. But I was at least relieved to have stopped going down the dark tunnel of obsession over my niece.
All was well, until the following year, my wife announced we would be gathering with her side of the family once again, this time at a holiday home by the sea. Truth be told, beyond the brief preoccupation the prior year, I rarely gave much thought to my niece. As a family we we not particularly close. We didn't get together that often and my brother and sister-in-law were more self-centred, making little effort to reach out to the rest of us.
But as soon as I knew I would be seeing Anya again, my mind was once immediately filled with thoughts of her maturing form. I wondered what she would look like now, almost a year on., Whether I would once again get to glimpse her burgeoning, unconfined breasts or if she would have become more self-conscious as she grew older?
When we pulled up at the property late one summer evening a few months later, Anya greeted us at the door. I immediately noticed the more shapely form and visible straps of a bra under her white vest top. The aesthetic curves it provided, combined with her ever never ending growth spurt, meant she easily looked a few years older now. But her beaming smile and big eyes conveyed an unchanged innocence. I was almost immediately filled with an intense crush on her and a desire for her more nubile form (even if M&S was doing much of the heavy lifting). As Anya turned around to lead us into the house, my eyes moved down her thin waist and tight fitting tank top towards her ass, and the even tighter fitting signature Lululemon leggings that she was wearing. I don't think I'd ever seen her in anything else come to think of it, but there was something different now. Each cheek was clearly defined and the lycra rode up into her crack providing form to even her still under developed glutes. I started to get a boner in my jeans and my heart sank.
After briefly catching up together, it was time for everyone to retire for the evening. Anya had been allowed to stay up late just to see us arrive but was now instructed to go and get ready for bed. I followed her up the stairs with our luggage to deposit in our room, watching her little butt as she charged up the stairs ahead of me and into the room she was sharing with her other aunt. I got ready for bed and then went to the bathroom down the hall to brush my teeth. As I approached, the door opened and Anya stepped out in front of me.
She was no longer in her leggings, instead she was wearing a nightie with a large screen printed cartoon image and fluffy slippers with some plush character on them. But something else stood out - literally. Anya's bra had been removed and her breasts were now plainly evident, poking up from under the thin material of her night gown. They were bigger and more shapely than they had been on the hillside but still not having the form of a fully developed teen. They protruded as noticeable pointy mounds from her flowing nightwear. It was obviously a little cool in the bathroom too!. Unintentionally blocking Anya's way back to her bedroom, I fixated on my niece's blooming chest.
"I think you've gotten taller!" I said, when I eventually realised I had been staring silently for too long.
Anya rolled her eyes as though that was all she ever heard people say. I scanned down her body. I guess her petite frame, coupled with those long legs meant finding things that fitted her were tricky. Anya's nightie was only sufficient to cover about halfway down her thighs, still leaving much of her slender, athletic pins on display. She was into various sports and her legs were muscular - adding to the impression that she was older than she really was.
"Good Night!" Anya announced cheerfully.
Not waiting for me to move out of the way, she simply turned sideways and barged her way between me and the wall. In so doing I felt the tips of her soft protruding growths brush lightly against my bare arm. I doubted the boob graze even registered with her or, if it did, that she even gave it a second thought. She seemingly still had little self-awareness in regard to her changing body. I, on the other hand, was electrified as her soft forbidden fruit stroked my bare arm. I could feel my hard-on building immediately and had to retreat into the bathroom to avoid it tenting my loose-fitting pyjama bottoms.
Safely behind the locked door, I pulled my swollen shaft out of my trousers and began to stroke it firmly. Reliving the sensation of Anya's wonderful breasts squeezing up against my arm, her erect nipples felt through the thin fabric of her night gown. I imagined her innocently lifting her pyjamas over her head and exposing herself to me. I imagined the feeling of massaging her as-yet unexplored uplands. I looked over to the shower and imagined her in there, lathering her naked body, rubbing soap over her toned stomach and down in between her legs, her little breasts squeezed provocatively between her arms before she turned her back to me and bent over, revealing...
I was snapped back to reality by a sudden knock at the bathroom door. I had been in there longer than I realised and people were getting impatient. I tucked my boner into my waistband and pulled my pyjama top down. After giving my teeth a cursory brush I unlocked the door and returned to my room. A few minutes later I was in bed with my wife pretending to read, but all I could think about was sweet little Anya.
The next morning I went down for breakfast and was both disappointed and relieved that although Anya was still wearing her revealing night wear, she had also (I suspect been told to) put on her bra. I had already gotten dressed into my jeans just in case, but I was able to eat my breakfast without an erection forming. However after breakfast, I went through to the sitting room and found Anya there too, alone. She was slouched on the sofa playing on the Nintendo that was hooked up to the TV. Her feet were on the edge of the cushion and her raised knees spread wide so she could see the TV between them. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for me, this meant that her nightie had ridden up over her hips, exposing her underpants.
I sat down on the sofa opposite her and pretended to look at my phone. Anya was totally oblivious, engrossed in Mario Kart, as I leered between her legs, wondering what I might be able to see. She was wearing plain white cotton panties and they were pulled tight between her legs as a result of her slouching, clearly riding up her backside between her cheeks. I thought I could barely make out the outline of a little camel toe, but I may also have just been seeing what I wanted to see. Regardless, it turned me on and as I stared between her legs, I began to wonder about what little Anya might look like under there at this stage in her life. But before I could become too aroused, I heard footsteps coming down the hall.
I quickly returned to staring down at my phone as the door opened and the Aunt that Anya was sharing a room with entered and took a seat next to me.
"VERY lady-like pose there Anya!" she joked "I don't think we all need to see tomorrow's washing!"
I didn't react, pretenting not to have even heard. Anya closed her legs and put her feet down on the floor, not moving her attention from the TV screen.
"Anya!" came a call from the kitchen "are you going to wash your hair before we go out, or will you do it tonight?"
Anya threw her head back and rolled her eyes at her mother's unexpected interruption.
"TONIGHT!" she yelled back.
"Okay, but remember you'll need to have your shower early so that your hair has time to dry properly before bed." Anya's mother continued.
"Argh" Anya sighed at the inconvenience "Okay. I'll do it before we go."
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"You need to do it now!" came the response "we're not all waiting on you to blow dry your hair missy!"
Anya didn't acknowledge the instruction and continued racing.
"Anya?!" her mother called again, with a note of exasperation.
"I'M GOING!!" Anya yelled back, standing up from the sofa yet still focussed intently on her game.
I stood up from the sofa too and put my phone in my pocket.
"I need to brush my teeth, 'race you!" I said with a cheeky grin.
The mundane task now transformed into a competition, Anya threw the game controller onto the sofa and lept across the room towards the door. She was quick! As she flew out of the doorway and bounded down the hall I chased after her. In a straight race she would easily have beaten me, but as she neared the end of the short corridor, she had to slow to make the 180 degree turn onto the stairs and that was where my longer stride and arm length enabled me to intercept her. I reached out and first wrapped an arm around her stomach, easily overcoming her momentum and preventing her ascent up the stairs. Anya shrieked and protested as I held her in position
"That's cheating!!" she yelled as wrapped my other arm under hers and across her chest.
Embracing her and pulling her body close into mine, I lifted her slight frame into the air and spun us both around so that we were facing down the stairs. I completed the entire tackle in a single fluid motion and Anya either didn't sense or didn't care about my hand grasping her breast through her nightie and bra as she wriggled franticly to try and free herself. I relaxed my bear hug and allowed her to start to slide out of my arms, causing her pyjamas to ride up in the process. As she slipped down through my arms I took the opportunity to move my hand onto her exposed belly, ostensibly to prevent her from escaping, but taking the moment to caress her soft skin and probe her navel with my finger tip. I had to fight the urge to slip my hand down between her legs and grope her through her underwear. I wrestled her for only a second or two before allowing her to break free, but time moved in slow motion for me as I took advantage of my niece's naivety and explored her enticing body.
Once released, as soon as her feet touched the ground, using skills honed on the hockey or netball courts, Anya ducked and dodged and ultimately squeezed herself between my limbs and the stair banister. I did my best to block her progress, but she found a gap and managed to get her torso through it, lunging further upstairs on all fours.
Before she could get away however, I managed to reach out and grab her narrow waist, my hands almost completely wrapped around her still exposed tummy and hips, once again slowing her down. The night dress remained halfway up her back and as she desperately pulled away from me, I loosened my grip just enough to catch her panties and begin to intentionally roll them down her legs under my palms. At first just the top of her bum became exposed, but I held onto Anya's legs as she continued to fight her way up the steps squealing with amusement. By the time she had freed herself entirely from my grasp and made it to the very top of the stairs I had successfully pulled her underwear halfway down her thighs.
Anya rounded the top of the staircase on her hands and knees and I raced after her in a similar fashion, eventually I lunged forward and grabbed her, but it was too late. As I held her ankles, she stretched out with her arm and slammed her hand down on the threshold of the bathroom floor.
"I win!!" she yelled at the top of her voice!
I was lying on the floor holding Anya legs. Her panties were wrapped around her knees and her bare bottom was on display as she lay stretch out on her belly, still reaching over the finish line.
"ANYA! That's quite enough! Calm down!" the voice of Anya's mother came from the kitchen, clearly perturbed by the noise her daughter had been making as I had raced her up the stairs.
As I look up at my naughty niece's long legs to her cute, tight ass. Her smooth, little, white cheeks were a sight to behold. I thought about giving them a good spanking for her raucous behaviour. I began to run my hands lightly up the back of Anya's calves, drawn in a trance like fashion to place them on her exposed backside, but she rolled over and propping herself up on her elbows, looked back at me.
"Hey!" she exclaimed with a laugh as she realised her state of partial undress.
I quickly put my finger to my lips and made a shushing noise as I smiled back, making light of her mother's chastisement!
"You pulled my pants down!" Anya protested in a stage whisper.
I just about had a heart attack. My eyes snapped to back to the stairs and my ears pricked up. I had visions of Anya's mother and father hearing this and coming to find their only child partially undressed and lying on the floor with her uncle. Thankfully, nobody seemed to hear and I turned back to face my niece.
Anya's legs we now parted and she was innocently unconcerned that I was now looking up between her thighs with an unobstructed view of her private parts. Anya had a tiny little slit and her bald outer lips looked plump and enticing. Between them, the pale pink edges of her inner lips were just visible. There wasn't a single hair visible anywhere between her legs. I bit my lip as I imagined what it would taste like to dip my tongue into her smooth, succulent vulva.
Anya didn't afford me much time to enjoy the view however. She quickly started getting to her feet. I reached up and pulled her panties down her legs, tossing them over her head through the open bathroom door.
"Well you needed to take them off anyway" I responded to her in a quiet voice, before sticking out my tongue cheekily.
"I guess" Anya giggled as she got up.
She was clearly oblivious to the impropriety of what I had done to her, regarding it as little more than horseplay. As she got to her feet, she pulled her night dress down from her stomach but it remained tucked under itself and riding halfway up her back. As she turned to walk into the bathroom, this revealed her cute little butt to me once more. I watched it sway as she walked away from me until she closed the bathroom door behind her.
The rest of the day was uneventful. All of us went for a walk on the beach together and Anya was keen to play tag. I got involved occasionally by intercepting her just as she as about to tag someone else "it" - much to her protestations of interference as well as amusement. Over time she became even more accustomed to me grabbing her body and playfully tackling her onto the sand. I was careful not to do this too often and to keep my contact with her brief enough to avoid arousing any suspicion at my motives amongst the rest of the family. She was dressed in tight fitting leggings which accentuated her still relatively undeveloped glutes, but I kept my hands away from her bum and focussed on her torso which was modestly covered by a fleece lined body warmer.
By the end of the day, we were practically best buds. Anya wanted to play Mario Kart with me and was happy to nearly sit on top of me on the sofa, playfully climbing over me to try and distract me during our races. I played along and assured her mother it didn't bother me whenever she intervened to try and calm her daughter down. I was biding my time and building rapport with Anya for what I had planned later that evening.
I had changed out of my sand covered jeans into some loose fitting soft bottoms when we had returned from the beach. I still had briefs on, which I was thankful for as Anya's hands would occasionally brush against my crotch as she tried to wrestle the game controller from my hands mid race. Every now and again I would feel her hand touching my semi. At one point she lay down on the sofa and rested her head in my lap, with her cheek on my throbbing member. Anya was oblivious, but her mother, clearly recognising the awkward position she was in, quickly told her daughter to "sit up properly!". It was too late though, it had already put ideas in my head.
Eventually Anya was told it was time for her to get ready for bed. After a brief argument she relented and made a slow march upstairs to change into her pyjamas. I waited thirty seconds or so, then excused myself. The rest of the adults were commencing a board game, so paid little attention to me as I slipped out and up the stairs. I crept slowly and carefully up each step, trying to minimise any noise and eventually approached Anya's bedroom door. It was pushed almost fully shut but not quite. I moved in close to the door and could see through the small gap to the end of a bed. Anya's shadow was cast on the wall by the bedside light she had turned on but I couldn't quite see her properly. I pushed the door slowly and carefully, no more than an inch. Now I could see Anya, standing next to her bed, her familiar night dress sitting folded atop her pillow.
Anya had already removed the t-shirt she had been wearing and was standing in her leggings and a simple black Nike sports bra. It compressed her little breasts quite tightly against her chest, showing only a couple of bumps. She was brushing her hair methodically and staring across the room blankly. As the hallway was dark and the gap I was peering through narrow, I thought it unlikely she would be able to see me, even if she looked directly towards me. So I pulled the elasticated waistbands of my joggers and briefs down and began to stroke my swelling shaft as I gazed at Anya's exposed tummy, recalling the sensation of caressing her navel earlier in the day.
As I masturbated in the doorway, Anya put down her brush and pulled her leggings down. Standing in just her underwear - another simple pair of cotton panties and the sports bra - she carefully folded the leggings up and put them on the bed. I felt a small trickle of pre-cum dribble from the tip of my swollen cock as I watched my pubescent niece in her underwear. Then the moment I had been hoping for came: Anya pulled her bra up over her head, giving me the first view of her naked, burgeoning breasts. For a moment she struggled to get her head out of the bra and, with her arms in the air, her emerging boobs stretched and flattened over her chest. Each was capped with a large, pale-pink areola. Her nipples were small and lacked definition, almost flush with her areolae. Once she eventually freed herself from the lycra and dropped her arms to her sides, her breasts fell too with a slight bounce, expanding and noticeably now hanging from chest.
I gripped my shaft tighter and stroked my corona as I imagined what those incredible little tits might feel like. I just wanted to plant my mouth on one and suck on Anya's pristine, untouched nipples to coax them into appearing. But No sooner had she exposed herself to m, then Anya bent over to pick up her nightie and began to pull it over her head. In a second it was draped over her protruding mounds and I could see only a hint of what I now knew lay beneath.
I moved quickly, putting the next part of my plan into action. I crossed the hallway quietly and entered the bathroom, softly closing the door behind me but intentionally not locking it. Then I turned on the light. I was banking on Anya not being particularly observant and this providing me plausible deniability in the event that things didn't go as I hoped. I lifted the toilet seat and stood over the bowl, my joggers and briefs still halfway down my thighs, thenI waited with my hand still stroking my shaft. I wasn't fully hard but my cock was hanging large and my testes dangled in plain sight as Anya opened the door on me.
I turned to face her, moving my hand away and fully exposing myself. Anya's eyes widened as she saw me and my manhood, her cheeks bagan to flush a little but she did not immediately look away nor attempt to leave.
"Anya!" I said, feigning surprise at her entrance "you shouldn't just walk in on someone like that!"
I tried to moderate my tone between shock and disapproval but not anger. I didn't cover myself up immediately either, allowing her plent of time to observe my engorged shaft and swollen balls.
"What would your mum and dad say if I told them?" I continued to reprimand her in a firm but gentle voice.
"I didn't know you were in here..." Anya protested, trying to defend herself "... and the door wasn't locked!"
"I know" I reassured her "I must have forgotten, but didn't you see the light was on?"
My cock was still hanging out and Anya was still staring at it but I slowly started to tuck it into my pants and pressed the flush on the toilet for effect before pulling up my trousers.
"No" she answered shaking her head, her gaze moving toward my face.
"I mean... I guess it's probably about time you learned about 'boy stuff'..." I suggested, mysteriously, "...now that you're getting a bit older."
Anya looked quizzically at me, obviously unsure what I was suggesting.
"If you're mature enough, then it's okay, I won't need to tell your mum and dad." I continued manipulatively "But I'm not sure if you are or not?"
"I am!" Anya asserted, either because of her independent streak or because she was worried about getting in trouble.
"Well I need to be the judge of that" I said, walking over towards the doorway where she stood, "I need to see if you've... 'grown up' enough."
I didn't expect that she understood my meaning so to make it more obvious what I was referring to, I reached out towards her and touched my finger against the tip of her right breast, prodding it gently through the fabric of her night gown.
"Should I look and see?" I asked "Or would you rather I told your mum what happened?"
Anya nervously clutched the hem of her pyjamas, not answering as I stroked my finger over her supple breast for the first time. I felt a surge in my pants as the blood once again rushed into my throbbing shaft. I reached down and took her hands in mine, beginning to encourage her to lift up her nightie.
"It's okay" I reassured her softly "I just need to make sure you're ready to know about these things."
Anya looked away, staring at the bathroom floor, but didn't resist me as guided her hands, still holding the front of her nightie, up to her neckline, revealing her bare breasts. I ran my hand through her hair as I looked closely at Anya's chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply in and out.
"Wow!" I said piling on encouragement "you're really pretty, you're tunning into quite the young woman."
Anya smiled proudly at the compliment, still not looking at me.
"I just need to check them okay?" I asked, not waiting for a response before I reached out and cupped each of her little breasts in my hands, massaging them softly as if testing them or sizing them up.
They were soft and warm. My thumbs passed over her areolae which were slightly puffed out from each of her little mounds. I could feel at the tip of each, a small dimple, that grew firm and more prominent with each stroke of my thumb, eventually transforming into small but stiff nipples that just barely protruded. They were clearly sensitive as each time I brushed them, Anya inhaled deeply. With each beat of my heart, I felt my cock throb and enlarge further. Letting go of one of Anya's awakened breasts, I pulled my trousers and pants down again, releasing my cock and allowing it to begin to stand to attention in front of Anya.
"Okay" I said, "I think you're just old enough to see this. But let's not tell your parents unless they don't agree, okay?"
Anya turned her head and looked down inquisitively at my partial erection sticking out towards her. There was a little drip of pre-cum on the tip which sparkled in the halogen bathroom lights. With my bottoms secured taught halfway down my thighs, I reached up and took one of Anya's hands, encouraging her to loosen her grip on her clothing then I guided it down towards my pulsating phallus. Once again her eye's widened as I wrapped her fingers around my shaft and showed her how to stroke it from base to tip.
"That's it, that's what big girls do for boys that they like." I encouraged her "see how big you can make it!"
Anya's touch was overpowering and I felt my legs buckle slightly as her small delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft and passed over my glans, becoming slick with my pre-cum.
"But it's a secret thing" I continued, "big girls don't talk about it with their parents. Do you understand?"
Anya nodded and sighed as my thumb once again caressed her tiny aroused nipple.
"Does that feel nice?" I asked her, returning my hand to her other breast to provide the same stimulation.
"It's weird" Anya replied "in a good way. But I don't know if I should..."
"You said you were old enough, right?" I interrupted her hesitation, turning her own words against her, "come and sit on my knee and I'll show what else feels good."
I closed the door behind her and led her by the hand over to the toilet seat where I sat down. My now fully rigid cock stood erect, pointing straight up to the ceiling from between my legs. I put my hands under Anya's arms and lifted her onto my lap, then guided her leg up over the obstacle so that it was between her inner thighs. Her legs rested on top of mine and her back against my stomach. I lifted her nightie up over her head and pulled if off her arms, discarding it on the floor next to us.
With both of our legs spread I was able to reach down between hers with my left hand and pull her panties over to reveal her beautiful little hairless slit once again. With one hand I simultaneously held her underwear aside and massaged each of her tender outer lips with a fingertip. Anya peered down at what I was doing as I gently applied pressure on each side of her labia and peeled them open revealing the shimmering bright pink of her inner lips. Anya inhaled as she saw what I had exposed. I licked two of the fingers on my other hand and reached down gently applying my saliva to her parted slit, rubbing it back and forth until it was completely slick. Anya let out a gasp at the sensation but made not attempt to stop me.
Once more, I took Anya's hand and guided it onto my firm shaft, this time placing her palm on my bell-end showing her how to press it against her spread, wetted pussy. With my cock now nestled between Anya's parted lips, I let go close around my shaft. Rocking my hips, I began to slide my cock up and down between them. The gentle fiction of Anya's tiny moist labia passing back and forth over my exposed glans was exhilarating. I reached up and took hold of each of her breasts, massaging them once more as I continued gently thrusting my cock over her slick vulva.
At first Anya was hesitant, not applying much pressure, but I encouraged her to press harder and in so doing she caused my foreskin to retract fully, exposing my corona to the sensation of sliding through her now inflamed, organ. As I did this, I felt a hard point rub against the tip of my cock and realised that I had found Anya's engorged clitoris. The sensation of this did not escape Anya, who almost immediately began pressing my shaft more firmly against herself increasing the pleasure for me and her alike.
"This is a really special cuddle Anya" I whispered into her ear between groans, licking it gently "you're really good at it, but it's a secret okay?"
"yeah" Anya replied with a groan, clearly now overcome by her first experience of clitoral stimulation combined my fondling of her sensitive fully erect nipples.
I was now squeezing Anya's breasts firmly in my hands and rocking rapidly. Enjoying the sensation of holding my niece's naked body close in to mine and smelling her hair, I had little warning of what happened next. As Anya pressed my cock all the more firmly against her little slit, seeking out her sensitive clit, her fingers gripped around my shaft and finally tipped me over the edge. Suddenly, a rope of thick white cum erupted out of my spasming cock and flew into the air, landing upon Anya's exposed breasts. A second spurt blasted up her tummy and another landed on her thigh, as the final dribbles, squeezed out by her continued pressure on my shaft as I rocked it, flowed down her hand.
The sensation of friction on my now hyper sensitive post-orgasmic glans quickly became too much and I had to stop my gyrations. Anya looked down and realised she was covered in an unknown substance that had come out of me.
"What is that?!" Anya exclaimed as she poked at the semen trickling down her stomach with her fingers.
"Well..." I said, taking a moment to catch my breath, and removing Anya's hand from my softening shaft "...it's what happens if when you cuddle a boy like that, it means you did it really well."
Anya shrugged her shoulders and looked a little embarrassed, but I knew from the noises she had been making that she had been enjoying the sensations at the time. I reached over and took some toilet paper from the roll and began to wipe down Anya's breasts, stomach and legs. Once I was satisfied she was cleaned up, I lifted her down off my lap and handed Anya her nightie. Then I got up and pulled up my trousers and pants. I threw the cum soaked toilet tissue into the bowl and flushed it away, heading towards the door.
Anya had pulled her nightie on again but looked a little lost, uncertain what to do with herself.
"Now brush your teeth and come down to say good night" I instructed her "and remember, this was a secret."
Anya nodded a little sheepishly.
"You know, you really are quite grown up!" I encouraged her, eliciting a small smile.
"Did you like learning about boy stuff? I'd can teach you more later if we get a chance... if you like?"
Anya gave another non-comital shrug and tucked her hair behind her ear, for the first time ever, seeming a little self-conscious. I carefully unlocked the bathroom door and opened it a little, checking to make sure everyone was still downstairs, then I left her.