A continuation of the series. This story features a "young female" of unspecified age being subject to coercion and exploitation by an adult family member which like most things on this site, some readers may find distasteful. You have been warned.
When I had showered and dressed the next morning, I was surprised to find that Anya was not yet out of her bed. Normally she would be the first one up and would already be tucking in to breakfast when I eventually surfaced. Over the breakfast table, Anya's Aunt commented that she had seemed "restless during the night" and was "fidgeting a lot" in bed. I had to avoid smirking as I contemplated exactly what she might have been "fidgeting" with. Her mother was also concerned that Anya might be coming down with something as it was unusual for her to stay in bed so late.
However, eventually Anya appeared and sat down quietly at the table to eat some cereal. Her mother remarked that her daughter looked a little flushed when she walked into the room, and I smirked again. Anya didn't even make eye contact with me initially, a notable contrast from the partners-in-crime we had been yesterday afternoon. I asked how she slept and her response was polite but dismissive.
"Fine thanks" she said, concentrating on the cereal bowl.
As she finished her cereal, Anya's mum whispered something into her ear and Anya disappeared upstairs for a few minutes. When she returned it was clear she had been reminded to go and put a bra on. I was surprised that I hadn't actually noticed she wasn't wearing it when she had first appeared in the kitchen. I guess I had been sufficiently relieved last night that I was no longer quite so aroused by Anya's revealing night dress.
After finishing her breakfast, Anya took herself off to the sitting room to play some more Mario Kart - apparently her favourite game - but she didn't seek out any competition.
When she left the room her mother commented that Anya seemed a little withdrawn and again wondered whether maybe she was getting sick? I began to worry that Anya was not as okay with what we had done in the bathroom the previous night as I had initially thought. My heart rate increased as I contemplated what Anya might say if pressed by her mother as to what was wrong. The potential consequences of Anya letting slip what had happened made me sweat. I went into the living room and sat down next to her.
"You okay?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah" she replied unconvincingly.
"Sure? You seem a bit... down in the dumps" I pressed.
"I dunno..." Anya admitted, not looking up from her game "... it's like ..." she lowered her voice to a whisper "... i felt good, then it went away and I tried and tried but couldn't quite..."
I smiled as I realised what she was trying to explain but didn't have the vocabulary or understanding.
"You felt like something built up inside but it went away..." I suggested, "... and now you're frustrated but don't know why?"
Anya paused her game and turned to look directly at me, almost stunned that I seemed to described exactly how she was feeling.
"YES!" Anya exclaimed no longer whispering "How did you know that?"
I put my finger to my lips and then replied.
"I know how to make you feel much better." I whispered "but it needs to stay a secret."
Anya looked intrigued and her spirit seemed to buoy a little. I was relieved that her ill temperament was not a result of regret or resentment about last night's activities.
I got up from the sofa and went back into the kitchen to speak to the rest of the family.
"I'm can stay and play Mario with her if you guys want to go for a walk?" I offered while casually refilling my water glass "Sounds like she just wants a quiet morning."
"You don't have to do that." Anya's Dad replied "One of us can stay in if she's not well."
"It's no problem!" I insisted "Besides I thought you two were hoping to take that longer walk to the harbour today?"
Anya's mum looked at her husband, conveying her desire to take the rare opportunity for a bit of time alone together.
"We'll just head along the beach for a little bit with you then come back here..." Anya's Aunt chipped in "...so go ahead if you want to."
Anya's parents didn't take much convincing and the group left the kitchen table to get ready to depart. I returned to the living room to find Anya still sitting on the sofa playing on the Nintendo. After a few minutes her mum appeared in the doorway.
"Mummy and Daddy are going to go out for a long walk this morning. If you don't want to come, your uncle will stay with you. Is that okay?" she asked her daughter.
I looked at Anya and winked and she nodded silently.
After what felt like an eternity, eventually the walkers departed and I was alone in the house with Anya. After watching them round the corner down the path to the beach, I checked the proposed route and estimated how much time I would have before anyone returned. I figured at least thirty minutes, probably longer. The living area of the house backed onto the garden at the rear which wasn't overlooked, so I knew Anya and I were free to do anything in there without fear of being seen through the large windows.
As I returned from the front door, Anya was standing in the middle of the room. She had now dressed herself in her leggings and a white t-shirt, but her feet were bare. I could see tell still had her bra on underneath her top as her chest was more roundly and evenly shaped. I stepped towards her.
"Okay, do you want to see my boy things again?" I asked coyly.
Anya blushed at the offer, but couldn't mask the look of curiosity on her face (perhaps even arousal) at the thought, even as she shrugged her shoulders indecisively.
I unbuckled the belt around my waist, undid the button on my jeans and slowly unzipped the fly. Anya's eyes moved down to my crotch, as I pushed my jeans over my hips along with the briefs underneath so that my flaccid cock hung out in full view in front of her. She pursed her lips, her hands shaking slightly and her chest heaving a little more noticeably. I could feel the familiar tingling of arousal as blood began flooding into my shaft.
"You can touch it again... if you like?" I offered.
I choose not to rush Anya this time, leaving her to make up her own mind, trusting that her natural urges would come to fore if given sufficient time, now that I had awakened them in her. Anya looked at my dangling genitals for a few moments, then tentatively reached out a trembling hand towards them. I waited patiently until, eventually she picked up the tip of my still soft cock between her fingers and inspected it gingerly.
"That's it" I encouraged "don't be scared, just do what you want."
Anya began to feel around my shaft, reaching out with her other hand to inspect it like a pet snake. Soon she discovered how to draw back my foreskin to expose my glans. As she did so, she looked up as if to check she wasn't hurting me.
"How does it feel?" I asked, as her fingers began to tentatively explore my scrotum before cupping it in her small soft palm as if weighing my balls.
"Squishier than last time" she answered with a childish excitement
I laughed out loud a little.
"I mean, how does it make YOU feel?" I replied "Inside?"
Anya paused for a moment, as she gently rolled one of my testicles between her fingers, causing an involuntary sigh of pleasure from me and prompting my rapidly building semi to twitch.
"Ummm" she looked up to the ceiling trying to find the right words "like a little warm... especially in here."
She pointed down between her legs. I knew the feeling. As Anya had been investigating my manhood, her touch had been increasing my anticipation and I could feel the pressure pumping into my shaft causing it to swell and raise up. Breaking free from her grasp, I got down on my knees so that my eyes were level with Anya's waist and I slowly and sensually ran my hands up the back of her calves and up her thighs, eventually squeeing her ass tight through the lycra. Then I curled my fingers inside her waistband and pulled both her leggings and panties down slowly, savouring the feeling as my knuckles slid over the soft, silky flesh of her bare cheeks.
Anya inhaled sharply as she was suddenly disrobed in the living room, but she didn't protest. The large windows made it feel as though we could be seen at any moment making the taboo act I was performing on my niece all the more exhilarating. In the bright light I could see a tiny little damp patch on Anya's panties, now around her ankles, and knew the warmth she had referred to was her getting turned on while playing with my cock. My face was right next to Anya's uncovered vulva and I could see her tiny inner lips, red-pink and breaking out of her little slit as they slowly became engorged. They were glistening in the sunlight, moistened with a pubescent arousal Anya didn't yet understand.
I leaned forward, lifting Anya's t-shirt up a bit, and softly planted my lips on her pubic bone, just above her little pussy. Her skin felt warm and smooth and I inhaled her delicate scent as I kissed her. I leaned back again and looked up at her. Anya's eyes were closed and I could see her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply relishing the intimate sensation. I leaned in again, kissing lower, my mouth touching her labia this time and I heard Anya exhale as she felt my tender caress. My hands moved around her waist then down over her bottom, stroking her affectionately before taking both her hands in mine.
I got to my feet and led her over to the sofa, encouraging her perch on the edge and raise her legs, presenting her pussy to me as I once more knelt down before her. I supported the back of her thighs and pushed them back forcing her to lift her bum and expose her whole undercarriage to me as well. Then using my thumbs, I spread her labia as widely as I could to uncover Anya's verifiably virgin pussy. I moved in and began to lap her perineum with the flat of my tongue, my nose pressing gently into her narrow opening.
Anya giggled initially, but stopped as the tickling sensation quickly became pleasurable. The smell of Anya's pussy intensified as tip of my nose dipped into the secretions pooling at her obstructed entrance. I moved my tongue up over Anya's stretched opening and poked it against her intact hymen, caressing and gently testing it's elasticity, ever so barely penetrating her with the very tip.
"Haaa" Anya let out a high pitched whimper of pleasure, the first I had ever heard her make that wasn't just breathing sounds.
Her delicious juices, freshly squeezed from her loins, trickled onto my tongue. I continued lapping her gaped pussy for several minutes before I started to move further up over her stretched pink labia. I caressed each in turn, to increasingly vocal sounds of newfound enjoyment from Anya.
"Mmmm" Anya exclaimed as my tongue danced over her hitherto unexplored crevasse.
I moved up towards her clit then back down over her lips repeatedly to ever increasing expressions of delight. Then I decided it was time to give her the relief I had promised. I moved a hand off the back of her thigh and onto her tummy, placing a finger just above her slit I applied downward pressure and pulled back Anya's clitoral hood causing her little hidden pearl to emerge. I moved my finger back and forth, stroking her clitoral shaft as my mouth made contact with it's sparkling tip and sucked down on her, flicking it back and forth rapidly with my tongue.
Anya squealed in ecstasy as her whole body began to squirm uncontrollably. Between her legs, I could hear the sound of air being forced out of her veiled passageway as Anya experienced the involuntary contractions of her inaugural orgasm. I kept sucking hard on her clit until she forced my head away with both hands, panting loudly, her legs twitching. I sat back and took hold of her bare feet, stroking them affectionately. Anya had tears running down her cheeks that she wiped away as she tried to speak while still experiencing the rolling waves of aftershocks.
"It felt... it felt like..." she struggled to get the words out.
"An explosion?" I suggested.
She nodded her head silently, looking down and inspecting between her legs as if too see if there was anything damaged.
"Feel better now?" I asked.
"I. Feel. Amazing!" Anya managed.
"Would you do the same for me?" I asked.
Anya looked shocked and screwed up her face in disgust at the suggestion.
"Ewwww. Doesn't it taste gross?" she asked in childish horror, "you licked where I wee from!"
I laughed out loud, causing a look of consternation from Anya as if I was laughing at her (which I suppose I was.)
"It just tastes of... skin" I tried to reassure her "but it doens't have to taste of that. Wait here."
I went to the kitchen and looked in a few of the cupboards until I found the jar of Nutella Anya loved to smeer on her toast at weekends (which was all she was permitted.) I spooned a lot of it into a small dish and briefly microwaved it until it softened a little but wasn't hot. Then I returned to the living room.
I directed Anya to sit up and I stood in front of her. My cock was still only semi hard but was considerably larger than it had appeared when I first showed it to her. Holding the dish out, I retracted my foreskin fully and dipped my bell-end in the warm Nutella, coating it completely, before withdrawing it and letting the excess drip back into the bowl. Then I placed the dish on the coffee table behind me and presented my chocolate coated semi to Anya's mouth.
She looked up at me skeptically.
"I licked your bits to make you feel better." I argued "If you're reaallly my friend you'd do the same... besides you love Nutella!"
Anya looked back at my cock, which was getting stiffer by the second, and with obvious apprehension, stuck out her tongue and gently licked the head of my shaft. Her tongue passed over my frenulum and sent shivers of pleasure through my pelvic floor.
"See?" I said "Doesn't taste bad does it?"
Anya smiled up at me as she enjoyed the Nutella on her tongue. The sensation of her licking my glans had further increased my arousal and I was now becoming more erect, my shaft standing horizontally at the perfect angle.
"Do you think you could put it in your mouth and suck it all off like a lollipop?" I suggested, taking offering up my firm shaft and stroking it between my fingers.
Anya's mouth opened to respond but I didn't wait for an answer, instead I moved my every growing hard-on towards her and guided the tip into her open mouth. Anya obliged and taking it in, clamped down around my corona, starting to suck the Nutella off my crown, licking over my inflamed glans with her tongue. The feeling was incredible, as if this inexperienced little girl was a professional cock sucker! I groaned as she sucked down hard just below my corona and used the tip of her tongue to extract the Nutella from the nooks and crannies around my retracted foreskin. As she did it, I stroked the rest of my throbbing shaft. The blood flow increased and I could feel the spring force at the base as my over inflated member tried to become vertical but was trapped in Anya's hoover of a mouth. To think I'd been ambivalent towards Nutella until now!
Eventually, Anya pulled away from me and my tingling head broke the seal of Anya's lips with a satisfying pop sound, immediately my pressurised shaft upright over her head! She looked up and smiled at me, licking her chocolate covered lips. I immediately dropped my trousers fully and reached back to the dish of Nutella. This time I dipped my scrotum in it, then putting one foot on the sofa I smeared the chocolate over my balls and over my taint with my finger. I lunged in close to Anya's face and without hesitation she went after another Nutella hit. Watching my niece's pretty little face and blonde locks manoeuvring around underneath my towering erection was the hotest thing I had ever seen and I stroked my shaft rapidly as she enthusiastically lapped the chocolate from between my legs, thankful that I'd taken the time to shave my sack this morning.
Anya suddenly vacuumed both of my testes into her mouth and began aggressively sucking the chocolate from them, her tongue sliding all over them. As she did so, I continued frantically jerking myself off over her head, gripping it tightly to keep it rock hard. Then I felt it, following the chocolate trail, my balls draped over Anya's nose, I felt my niece's tongue probing my anus to extract the Nutella that had reached back there.
"Oh Anya..." I grunted as her tongue moved back all to quickly over my scrotal seam, hunting out any last remaining chocolate "...you're soo good at that!"
I poured what remained of the Nutella over my straining erection and watched it flow down the shaft as Anya got to her knees on the sofa and began to catch the drips with her tongue, licking me lengthways from base to tip. Finally, she once more took my whole head in her warm mouth and started to suck down hard on it, her tongue dancing over the tip and probing every little crack including delving inside my pee-hole chasing the Nutella flavour. I reached down and took her hand, wrapping it around my saliva covered shaft and guided her to stroke me as firmly and rapidly as she could.
In seconds it was over. My orgasm exploded into her mouth and I shook and grunted loudly. Cum spewed from my aching balls to fill her oral cavity but at first, the chocolate flavour seemed to mask what had happened. I could feel Anya swallowing down my load as though it was just more chocolate spread. I recoiled several times, on each occasion shuddering then unloading even more semen into my niece's little mouth. Eventually she detected the change from sweet to salty and pulled my shaft from her orifice looking at it suspiciously.
She screwed up her face a little but didn't seem to be aware of what had happened. I guess she had not made the connection between now and the previous night's eruption over her body. Her face was a sight to behold. Anya's nose and cheeks were coated in little streaks of chocolate which looked like jungle camouflage and drips of Nutella had splattered her T-shirt.
"Oh my..." I said as I took in the state of her "...we better get you cleaned up before your Aunts get back!"
"Did you have an explosion too?" Anya asked excitedly, keen to have repaid the favour.
"Oh yeah." I answered.
I checked my watch: there was still plenty of time. I grabbed all of our clothes from the floor and led Anya by the hand, both of us naked from the waist down, through the hallway and up the stairs to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and pulled off the T-shirt and hoodie I was wearing, stepping under the warm water and beginning to wash the chocolate remnants from between my own legs.
"Come on" I urged Anya, motioning her to join me in the shower "take the rest of your things off."
I watched her as she lifted her t-shirt over her head a little hesitantly and stood in only a small plain white training bra. My eyes started at her little toes and feet and followed her long slender legs up to her flat stomach and the cute little face, looking back somewhat bashfully at me. She once again seemed a little self-conscious, almost embarrassed to strip naked in front of me.
"You're so pretty Anya" I reassured her "your body looks so grown up."
A smile appeared on Anya's face as she pulled her bra over her head to finally reveal her little breasts again. Her completely naked body, revealed in it's entirety for the first time was like a piece of art, standing in the bathroom illuminated by the bright lights, as if on display in a gallery. Her form was perfect, an visual illustration of what it was to be on the cusp of womanhood. She encapsulated both a childlike innocence and a new found awareness of the world. I wanted to wrap my arms around her.
"Now come and give me a hug" I entreated her.
Anya stepped into the shower and faced me, her verdant body being sprayed lightly in a mist of water bouncing off my own. I placed my wet hands around her face and began to wipe the chocolate streaks from her cheeks and nose. Water ran down my arms, trickling off over Anya's breasts and down her belly. Without prompting, I felt her delicate hands once again beginning to manipulate my manhood, more confidently now. She remembered what I had shown her previously and now embracing her role, was now tugging at my shaft rhythmically to get me hard.
Anya's face now cleaned, I ran my hands carefully down her cheeks and neck then onto her chest, gently kneading her baby tits until I felt her nipples stiffen under my fingers. I could see her breathing quickening and her little breasts moved up and down in my palms. Moving my hands onto her shoulders, I guided Anya around and then reached under her arms to grasp her breasts and pulled her body close into mine.
I slid one hand down over her belly, rubbing it softly before delving lower, cupping between her legs then stroking a finger back and forth through her smooth, warm slit. My stiffened shaft, not quite fully rigid, had pushed down into Anya's little butt crack as I pulled her naked body against mine and was now nestled been her thighs, riding up against her virgin passageway. I began to thrust in and out, pressing the tip of my rising cock ever more firmly against her taught hymen as my finger found her clit. In my other hand, I pulled at the flesh of her flourishing breasts, pinching her budding, hard nipples.
Anya was almost immediately overcome by the sensory overload of her erogenous zones being ravaged by her uncle, all she could do was support herself against my thighs with her little hands as I enjoyed her slippery body pressed into my own. My thrusting became faster and more aggressive but I was moderating the pressure. As much as I wanted to be the one to tear her open and feel my shaft slide into her taught virgin pussy, I knew how painful that would be for Anya and the risk of being found out would be orders of magnitude greater than it already was. But I delighted in having the soft smooth skin of her entire body rubbing against mine and the friction of my shaft passing between her inner thighs was bringing me close to a second orgasm.
I was determined not to leave Anya wanting for a second time though. I focussed on teasing her clit, and used my fingers to spread her open and expose it before releasing her breast and reaching up for the shower head. I removed it from it's holder and put it directly over Anya's flayed vulva to jet her most sensitive of parts. She squealed in glee at the top of her lungs as the warm, high pressure stream cascaded over her engorged, hyper-sensitive clitoris. Her legs gave way and I held Anya up by wrapping my arm around her tummy. The climax rippling through her made her squeeze her legs together tightly, reflexively trying to protect her overstimulated privates.
Feeling Anya's athletic thighs compressing my throbbing shaft just as a thrust forward pushed me over the edge too. My cum exploded over the partially obstructed entrance to her pussy and as soon as I had stopped convulsing, I forced Anya to spread her legs so I could thoroughly wash my seed from her, lest there be any unwanted surprises further down the line. I had no idea if that was possible at this stage in her development and I hadn't deposited quite so large a load as earlier in the morning, but I wasn't taking any chances!
I helped my overcome niece out of the shower and as she stood dripping in the middle of the bathroom floor, attentively dried off each part of her body with a towel for her. Taking my time to self-indulgently plant kisses on her as well as stroke and tickle every part of her beautiful naked frame, I worshipped and heaped praise on her as she relaxed in the afterglow of her second ever orgasm. She smiled almost continuously until the time came to help her back into her panties and bra.
"I wish they weren't coming back so soon" Anya complained, as I ran my hands up her back.
We were now sitting on the end of her bed and she was still in her underwear, blow drying the bits of her hair that had got wet in the shower. I leaned over and put her feet through her leggings, pulling them up as far as I could while she still sat on the bed. It was hard to do, knowing we were leaving tomorrow and this could be the last time I would see Anya naked.
"I know" I consoled her "There might be other chances before we have to go home."
Anya turned off the hairdryer, satisfied that her hair was now no longer damp, and got to her feet. I pulled her leggings up over her butt and enjoyed feeling her up one last time. Then I offered up her t-shirt and she put her arms and head through it, so I could pull it down to hide away her perfect little assets once more. The tell tale chocolate stains were still obvious but that was easier to explain away if anyone asked than her having changed t-shirt.
Sitting in her room, I noticed what appeared to be her school uniform: a neatly folded pleated skirt and a tie in dark blue and gold next to a pair of black dress shoes and white crumpled white shirt.
"How come you have your school uniform?" I asked, my imagination already running wild at the thought.
"Cause mummy and daddy picked me up straight after school to come here." Anya responded.
I was already dressed, just incase anyone had arrived back earlier than expected, and I knew there wasn't time to enact that particular fantasy so I reluctantly headed downstairs together. I tidied away the Nutella and then we sat down on the sofa for a compensatory game of Mario Kart. Anya snuggled into me affectionately and after only a handful of laps, I heard the front door open.
Anya's aunts entered the living room after a few minutes.
"Aww, are you having a nice time with your Uncle?" one of them asked.
"Yeah" Anya replied before turning to me with a cheeky grin,
Her aunt's looked at me with a confused expression and I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I think she's feeling a better now." I said.
"Must have been the Nutella!" she replied, pointing at Anya's T-shirt.