Veronica & Katie

by Sally and Mary

Chapter Three

Veronica & Katie is a long, multi-part story about Veronica, her eleven-year-old niece Katie and assorted others who come into their lives. In chapter three, news and photos of Katie inflame Veronica's fantasies of her, and we learn about the custom renovations of Veronica's house.

This series is a work of fiction and it contains graphic scenes of sexual activity among consenting underage girls and adult females. If this type of content offends you or if you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2022 Sally and Mary, all rights reserved.

It had been nearly two weeks since Veronica's visit to her sister's, but she still felt unsettled. Stretching lazily as she slowly opened her eyes in the dawn light, she felt a warm glow spread through her as she noticed her laptop beside her, open to an email that had arrived late at night just as she was about to turn off her bedside lamp.

An email from her sister wished her a Happy New Year and some news about their Christmas Day and some Christmas snaps. One thing, in particular, had captured her attention, had made her wet, had made her cum – the picture of Katie in her swimwear smiling shyly back at the camera.

Katie's blue one-piece showed her long slim legs, the slight bulge of her pubic mound and the bumps of her developing boobs. But what had really excited Veronica was the child's small nipples, stiff with the cold, pushing out against the wet fabric. Twisting languidly in her bed, she felt her bum nestle into a large wet area, the evidence of her excitement last night evident against her warm skin.

Ellen couldn't have known how this photo of Katie was affecting her. Veronica looked at Katie again and imagined gently biting her perky nipples then pinching them with nipple clamps and lashing their tips with her broad wet tongue.

She became conscious of the copious amount of warm liquid flowing from her pussy again as her fingers twisted and turned inside her. Syrupy juice ran over her perineum, pooling at the base of her bum and slowly spreading over her sheet.

Every night since that pre-Christmas visit it had been the same. Late at night, her defences down, an image of her niece would form – kissing Katie, touching Katie, fingering Katie's bumps and virginal pussy.

Covering her eyes with one hand as she lay on her bed, she felt the usual remorse set in – no, not remorse, just reality. She was a forty-three-year-old woman in love with an eleven-year-old girl. Not just any girl, her sister's child, her niece.

A gentle laugh escaped from her lips as she imagined approaching Ellen and Ethan for a discussion:

"Hi guys, I thought you should know that Katie and I are in love. Can Katie move in with me?"

"Sure, Veronica, that's so sweet. We always thought you two would be good together."

"Ah God," she whispered to herself as another scene formed before her:

"Katie, I love you so much."

"I love you too, Aunt V."

"No sweetie, I mean I love you like your Mum and Dad love each other. I want to love you in a special way."

Yeah, sure, that would work, assuming she is a lesbian and has a thing for females more than thirty years older than her. Laughing nervously at her silliness, Veronica knew that she needed to put this particular fantasy to bed. Not literally to bed, she thought and giggled again.

She needed something to take her mind off things. She texted her friend Liz to arrange a tennis match for the next day. Liz replied, "Today? Midday?" Veronica accepted. She fumbled around all morning and made her way to the tennis centre.

After the match, Veronica stepped out of the shower in the change room and began to dry her hair, smiling as she recounted the 6-3, 6-1 demolition of Liz. It was too easy, she thought to herself, but then the last time they had played she had lost after winning the first set so the lesson she had learned was to never underestimate your opponent, on the tennis court or the law court.

After drying off, she walked to her locker, opened it and checked her phone. A picture of Katie formed as she saw a text from her sister. Wow, two messages in a week. Not like her, but welcome now that Katie was a part of them.

"Hi, Veronica, lovely to catch up with you before Christmas. Hope you had a lovely break. We are hitting the road this morning, travelling to the Snowy Mountains for a few weeks' holiday. Love, Ellen."

After dressing, she slung her large sports bag over her shoulder, walked out of the change room and wandered past courts where she could hear young voices yelling excitedly. As she drew nearer, Veronica's heart skipped a beat as she saw two young girls.

The girls looked to be about 11 or 12, both very cute and laughing as they scampered from side to side. What they lacked in tennis technique was more than made up for by their enthusiasm. The girl at the far side of the net had shortish brown hair and was wearing baggy sweat pants, but it was the girl closer to her that caught her attention.

Her long, golden blonde hair was tied in a ponytail that bounced as she chased the ball. She was wearing a short navy blue gym skirt that came to mid-thigh and a white shirt that hung loosely over her chest, revealing the pristine smooth skin of her arms and shoulders, her firm little boobs barely discernible against the top.

Veronica couldn't take her eyes off her. She seemed to glow in the sunlight, all sweetness and light, beauty in its purest form. She was very slim with long legs which, unusually for such a young girl, had a degree of muscular definition. Her glowing skin had a hint of a tan which was enhanced by her tight white vest and little white socks.

Veronica was becoming aware of the feelings inside her and she knew she was captivated. She felt fixed to the spot, unable to walk away as she continued to watch the youngster glide effortlessly across the court. Oblivious to all other distractions her gaze was locked on the girl's cute bottom hidden beneath her little skirt.

Veronica would occasionally be rewarded as she noticed how the child's tight buttocks were accentuated as she reached for the ball. She felt a tingle in her pussy as the girl's skirt swung to one side, wrapping around her upper thighs as she pivoted into a shot, threatening to expose her underwear.

Then, totally unaware of Veronica behind her, the young girl bent down to retrieve the ball, her skirt again riding higher, giving Veronica a brief glimpse of soft white cotton panties. Veronica was unable to shake erotic thoughts from her mind. Her heart was throbbing and her pussy was pulsing with desire.

Her skirt is gone and her long legs are stretched out straight. Veronica stares at them, biting her lip as her gaze moves higher to her little panties stretched tightly over her prominent mound. She places her hands gently on the front of her thighs, squeezing softly, moving slowly higher and marvelling at the tightness of her young muscles.

She eases the girl's thighs apart slowly and feels herself licking her lips as the pre-teen's gusset is exposed. She opens her legs wider and can't help catching her breath. Her hands move to the inside of her strong thighs and her fingertips move slowly higher.

The sound of the ball hitting the fence behind her brought her back to reality. Her sensual images evaporated and she wondered how long she'd been standing there. The little angel smiled at her as she retrieved the ball. Veronica could feel herself drown in the child's blue eyes, beautifully framed by pencil-thin light brown eyebrows. Veronica's legs felt weak and she smiled back at her, their eyes locking for a second and she once again felt the urgency between her legs.

Veronica finally managed to tear her gaze away from the girl's face, but not before noting the cute little button nose and the soft little cupid mouth. She watched as the girl walked back towards the net, looked over her shoulder and waved and grinned. Again a short spasm erupted in her pussy as she heard the girls giggle as the blonde child said something to her friend.

Veronica's head was spinning as she realised that she would never get to experience the special love and intimacy between an older woman and a young girl that she craved so much. She turned away and went to her car and drove home in a daze.

Driving through the security gates of her 3-million-dollar home, Veronica noted with satisfaction the high wall surrounding her property, the well-established foliage around the perimeter and the security lighting and cameras, all installed at the recommendation of the police and her firm, as befitting a high-profile criminal lawyer. After passing the security gate, she lurched her car to the entrance and quickly walked up the wide stone steps and crossed the large patio that encircled her home.

Veronica strode into her house and down the hallway, unzipping her skirt as she did so. She entered her bedroom and crossed into her dressing room. Sliding the skirt down over her hips before stepping out of it and casually tossing it on top of the basket to go to the dry cleaners, Veronica ran her hands between her legs, squeezing her pussy firmly through her silky underwear as she thought of the young girl she had seen at the club.

Her mind drifted to the downstairs room she had had remodelled from what was formerly a huge wine cellar. Construction of the room had been her hobby for the last year. It was now something much more intimate in nature.

Removing her white t-shirt, Veronica stood in her dressing room admiring her reflection in the full-length mirror. Cupping her boobs, she felt her hard nipples pushing into her soft palm, almost painful in their erect state. Resisting the urge to continue, Veronica quickly slipped into her dressing gown and then walked slowly down the hallway.

She decided to visit the guest bedroom first. It was beyond the kitchen at the opposite end of the house from her bedroom, intended, she presumed, to give guests privacy. She would have preferred it to be adjacent to hers, but there was no way to arrange that in the old house.

She stepped in and admired what she had created. This was someone's retreat, someone's personal quarters, soft, inviting, serene, a room that would aid her special guest in accepting her surroundings and circumstances.

Veronica realised she was trembling as she surveyed what she hoped to be her young lover's quarters. Her right hand began to squeeze her breasts, her nipple hardening instantly as she envisioned the girl of her dreams being slowly moulded into her perfect plaything.

Veronica felt that familiar surge of excitement, beginning deep in her tummy, spreading into every pore and crevice of her lithesome body as she began to imagine what could have lain ahead if things had turned out differently. Sometimes she almost had to pinch herself to make sure it wasn't real, that there was in fact her child lover living here.

But she realised that this was now only an extension of her long-held fantasy, leaving her feeling unsettled and frustrated. Her dream was of a future with no more lonely nights, no more unfulfilled desires, no more unsatisfactory lovers. They would be replaced by a lover who gave her what she wanted, the little skirt, the puppy socks, the hair ribbons, creating as best they could the images Veronica craved. But always the illusion was just that.

The cold stone walls of the bedroom had been plastered and painted a warm white, the stone floor replaced by expensive oak flooring. French doors were placed in one wall, opening up onto the balcony, shaded by a pergola and hanging vine. The balcony overlooked a small swimming pool and beautifully manicured lawns.

The centre stage of the bedroom was a king-size bed with the most expensive Egyptian cotton sheets and numerous pillowcases inviting one to spread effortlessly in its expanse. Beside the bed was a small bedside cabinet, with an assortment of massage oils and creams in small jars and bottles on top of the cabinet.

Inside the cabinet drawers, carefully arranged to be easily accessible, were several small toys, including a slim pink vibrator with a tapered head for easier penetration, a beginner's slender butt plug, and a beaded anal dildo, also tapered. Finally in the bottom drawer was a wide black blindfold, thoughtfully padded, a black leather hood, a leather ball gag and silk ribbons.

The large fitted wardrobe had drawers on one side and two tiers of hanging space on the other. It had plenty of room for her future child's clothing.

Off the bedroom was a large bathroom. A shower was in one corner, but the room was dominated by the large stand-alone bath, the soft curves oozing elegance and comfort. She had laughed when the plumber commented that it was big enough for two, but she also felt a tingle between her legs.

The vanity unit was topped with marble and twin sinks, arrayed with expensive creams, lipsticks, eyeliners, eyeshadow palette, blush and body creams, brushes, clips and hair ties – all that a woman would need, or that a young girl would be eager to experiment with.

Returning to the bedroom, she swept her eye around the room once more, noticing where the cameras had been unobtrusively placed along the edges of the ceiling. They were wired to a server in her bedroom, where their views could be watched in real time or recorded for future pleasure.

She sighed, wishing that there was someone taking advantage of her decorating work. She left the bedroom, closed the door and walked down the short hallway. To her right was the kitchen, but she turned the other way, to a solid oak floor-to-ceiling bookcase.

She reached out and moved a few books to reveal a keypad, onto which she entered a code. With a metallic clunk, the bookcase slid sideways to the right revealing a large doorway. Veronica always felt a slight tightness in her tummy whenever she pressed the keypad to unlock her pleasure room.

She opened the door, which was unusually heavy and solid for an interior door. A series of small lights flickered on down the length of the staircase which ran deep under the house. Veronica paused as a sense of anticipation ran through her body before she stepped down the staircase, counting off the eighteen steps. Several downlights came on to bathe the room in a soft glow.

The floor was again oak floorboards, with painted soft eggnog-coloured walls. The ambience was warm and comforting. On the walls were several tastefully presented paintings and drawings of girls in various stages of submission and compliance. They were not meant to shock or offend, but to draw attention to the beauty and exquisiteness that was possible in intergenerational love.

One enlarged photo showed just the top half of a pretty, nude blonde girl in her early teens, a white soft terry cloth towel carefully wrapped around her eyes, her arms pulled back above her head and joined at the wrist by an expertly tied white knotted rope that continued to a hook above the bed end post. She looked relaxed, calm and patient as she waited for her lover.

A simple sketch drawing showed a girl barely into her teens wearing a matching lace cami top and shorts, lying contentedly at the feet of a much older woman, her short purple slip casually parted at the knees, allowing the girl to rest her head contently on the soft inner thigh of the lady. She was a picture of tranquillity.

Stepping into the centre of the room, she felt that familiar leaking of her pussy as she stood almost reverently beside the large leather chair. During her IVF treatments she had become accustomed to the gynaecological chair, her legs almost lewdly spread apart, opening and fully exposing her smooth hairless vagina, trying to relax as the nurse carefully inserted the donor's semen inside her.

Often in that situation, her mind had briefly flirted with the image of how useful a similar chair would be to fully open, expose and examine a young girl's virginal vulva. The image would occasionally surface as she explored a fantasy, her lover immobilised on the chair, her slim legs resting on the leg extensions, her splayed legs pulling the girl's thin lips slightly apart and exposing her tight small hole.

Near the wall to the left was a table the size and shape of a pool table, with a step stool at the end. It was covered with soft leather padding, and it had an oblong hole in the centre of the top. At each corner was a metal eye, the size of a large coin. Veronica smiled as she remembered the silk ropes she had ordered, which would be tied through these eyes to restrain arms and legs.

Her prize possession came into view next – a Sybian. The saddle-shaped frame had hard leather padding on its seat. Handlebars extended up the front to give something to hold onto when the machine was vibrating its rider. A dildo could be attached to the seat to penetrate the pussy and give further stimulation. Veronica smiled as she remembered that she had ordered every size of dildo so that a young girl would not be ripped apart.

Veronica's memories of explosive orgasms from this toy started her pussy dripping as she admired her beautiful machine. Then she had a vision of Katie mounted on it, with a tiny dildo filling her tight young pussy. The fantasy made her pussy flood her knickers, the juice seeping through them and trickling down her thighs.

She scanned the room, checking the cameras in here too, then she climbed the stairs, closed the door and returned the concealing bookshelf. Back in her bedroom, Veronica settled down in front of her computer. She pulled up the camera viewing app and verified that all cameras worked, in both the guest bedroom and the pleasure room.

She then navigated to a folder labelled Dreamy. Inside were subfolders marked Videos, Stories and Pictures.

Slipping out of her dressing gown and reaching behind her, she quickly freed herself of her bra and tugged her soaked knickers down and off her legs. Freed of her underwear, she opened the desk drawer and withdrew her magic bullet. She knew that the bullet would quickly bring her relief and this was one time that she wanted quick satisfaction.

She paused and idly cupped her breast as she contemplated which avenue she would pursue. Turning the bullet to a medium speed setting, she placed it against her swollen labia and closed her thighs to clamp it in place.

Veronica decided that what she wanted tonight was in a folder marked Pictures. She clicked on a thumbnail, and a photo of a young topless girl with tiny boobs appeared on the screen. She was sitting on a toilet, her floral cotton skirt bunched at her waist, her thin legs slightly apart, the wispy pink panties stretched tight across her splayed knees. She was staring up at the camera with a quizzical look on her face.

The next photo showed the back of a woman, leaning over the girl, the posture drawing her dress tightly across her womanly buttocks, the fabric clinging to and accentuating the generous globes. The dress had also ridden up at the back, showing thick but well-defined thighs, encased in expensive nylons, the overall effect of the pose suggesting power and authority.

Veronica guessed the lady to be probably a size 16, and with her curvy figure and womanly features, she presented a formidable and sensuous figure. She could feel her excitement building, knowing what the next photo would show. The anticipation as her finger paused over the mouse heightened her desire. She clicked. The lady's hand was between the girl's legs, a wad of tissue gently wiping the little girl dry.

Veronica rubbed her clit hard and fast with the bullet, cumming within a minute. Recovering from her orgasm after panting for another minute, she was about to shut down when she noticed an email from Ellen.

"Hi Veronica, we received Katie's school report this morning and she insisted that we forward it to you. I think you have made quite an impression on her. Ellen"

Quickly scanning through Katie's marks in the attachment, Veronica felt a burst of pride for her young niece as she saw the row of A's and A+'s beside the subjects. Reading the teacher's comments, she realised what a special girl her sister's child was.

School report 2021

Katie Davis. Year 5

Katie is a popular girl who excels in all her subjects. She shows special aptitude in her written work, with excellent grammatical skills. Her project on the Gold Rushes was well researched. Katie is always polite and excels in class discussions. Katie also has shown a pleasing ability in sports and is captain of her year's football team.

So away from her parents' restrictive environment, she seemed to flourish. That was good. It was such a shame that they didn't appreciate her.

Also attached to the email was her photo taken from the school yearbook showing her with a high ponytail, her cheeks glowing with a healthy sheen, a football tucked under one arm, her body lost under the oversized team kit, making her look small and almost vulnerable.

Under the photo was a caption:

Katie Davis - Best player, girls under-12's 2020

Veronica felt exhilarated as she contemplated the photo, which made her seem so young and so innocent. If only she could be her child, hers to enjoy in so many ways.

Veronica felt her pussy begin to tingle again as she imagined taking the pre-teen, pinning her little body to the bed, her bodyweight holding the girl securely, covering the child's cupid mouth with her own, deepening the kiss and feeling the girl begin to surrender.

Sliding two fingers into her dripping pussy, she began to fuck herself as she fantasised how she might seduce Katie into wanting the pleasure that her loving aunt could provide.

Coming up in chapter four: Veronica learns of the death of Katie's family and makes arrangements to take her in. Her fuck machine arrives and the installer assembles it and demonstrates it.