Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2018 16:29:56 -0700 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Barbara - Chapter 1 Author's note: This story was inspired by someone who relates very strongly to one of the characters. This one's for Barbara. :) BARBARA Chapter 1 Barbara was hopeful. For the first time in a long time. She had just turned 40 and she was ready for a new beginning. For the last several years she felt like she had been heading toward a dead end in both her professional and romantic lives. She was tired of dealing with a boss who refused to acknowledge the quality of work she was doing and refused to promote her, despite support from all of her co-workers. She was tired of dealing with a ten-year marriage that wasn't going anywhere, especially since she'd known her husband had been cheating on her for at least four of those years. She was just done with all of it. And now she was going to start over. The divorce had just been finalized, and she had given her two-weeks' notice exactly two weeks ago. She was moving back to California and it was going to be great. Her sister Lisa, who had never left the state, had contacted her several weeks ago and offered her their spare room. Free lodging was an opportunity that was hard to pass up, especially since the rent was so expensive out there. Barbara did have slight reservations about staying with Lisa though - Lisa had a family, and Barbara didn't want to impose. Lisa was married, and had a daughter, Julie, who was 13, and Barbara didn't want to disrupt their lives. Of course Lisa said that was nonsense. She and her husband both worked full time, so there wouldn't be much of an imposition there, and she said Julie would love to spend more time with her aunt, who she barely got to see anymore. Come to think of it, Barbara did miss the family atmosphere. She and her sister used to be so close, before Barbara moved away with that asshole Jerry, and Barbara felt like she missed out on watching Julie grow up. This would be a good chance to catch up, she thought. The whole flight to California had Barbara feeling better than she had in a long time. She had three glasses of wine on the flight and was feeling quite warm and fuzzy when she landed. This was going to be great, she just knew it. When she walked out of the terminal with all her luggage, she saw her sister Lisa waiting there to greet her. Both women immediately broke out into grins, beaming at each other. Lisa waved enthusiastically, then threw her arms around her sister, hugging her tight. "It's so good to see you again, Barb!" she said. "It's good to see you too, Lisa," Barbara said, happy to finally be back in a familiar setting. "Sorry that Brian and Julie couldn't be here - they really wanted to be," Lisa began. "Brian had this meeting he couldn't get out of and Julie's at a birthday party that's been in the works for several months." "Oh that's okay," Barbara said. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to catch up." "Absolutely," Lisa said. "Are you hungry? Wanna grab something at a cafe before we head back to the house?" Barbara didn't hesitate. She'd only had snacks on the plane and all that wine had gone straight to her head. A meal would be most welcome. "Actually, that sounds fantastic," she said. Barbara and her sister grabbed a table at a restaurant in the airport and spent over two hours catching up. They hadn't seen each other since Christmas, and it was already the beginning of summer. There was a lot to talk about. It wasn't long before talk turned to Barbara's divorce and how lucky she was to be out of it. Of course, Lisa had ordered them more wine, which made discussing it much easier. They went into surprising detail, with Barbara talking about how her sex life had really fallen apart, what with Jerry cheating on her so much. Barbara admitted to turning to the internet to get some satisfaction for herself - something Lisa definitely didn't blame her for. And then, suddenly, Lisa surprised her. "Omigod!" Lisa exclaimed, slapping her hand on the table, startling Barbara a little. Barbara had to chuckle inside a little, though. Lisa was still clearly a lightweight when it came to alcohol. "Speaking of the internet," Lisa went on, "you'll never guess what I found." "I'm sure I won't," Barbara said, smirking. "The internet's a big place." Lisa shot her a look. Barbara always had a smartass comment to make. Lisa just ignored it and went on. "So, you know how we have a computer out in the living room, right?" Barbara nodded. "Well," Lisa went on, "every now and then I go into the browsing history, just to check. I dunno, you never can be too careful, especially with a 13 year old around, you know?" "Sure, of course," Barbara said. "So," Lisa said, her voice getting quieter. "One night after everyone's gone to bed, I checked it, and you'll never guess what I saw." "What?" Barbara asked, thinking this was probably going to be good. Lisa shifted her eyes to the left, then to the right, then put her hand up to the side of her mouth, blocking it from other's view. "Bondage sites," she said, barely above a whisper, but exaggerating her lip movements so Barbara would understand. Barbara's eyebrows raised. She certainly hadn't been expecting that! Lisa nodded. "Can you believe it?" she said. Barbara thought quickly. Lisa and Brian had a computer in their room - there was no reason Brian would use the one out in the living room for stuff like that. That meant it had to be... Barbara's eyebrows furrowed. "You think it was Julie??" she asked, still skeptical. Lisa nodded. "Who else would it be? Julie gets home from school way before Brian or I get home from work. She's got all that time with the house to herself!" Barbara pictured her niece in her mind. Julie, Barbara had to admit, was growing up to be quite the beautiful young woman. She was thin and petite with shoulder-length dark brown hair, gorgeous dark eyes, and a smile that could simply knock you out if you weren't prepared for it. Somehow this didn't quite compute. A girl that young and that beautiful couldn't be into something as kinky and taboo as bondage, could she? Barbara felt a twinge somewhere in her stomach at the thought that this could actually be the case. Julie was also very sharp and extremely intelligent, she reasoned. She remembered that Julie was always a precocious young girl, and Lisa had often bragged that she was way ahead of most of her classmates. But even this didn't necessarily mean... "I know, right?" Lisa said, snapping Barbara out of her daze. "Who'da thunk, huh?" "That... wow," Barbara said still at a loss for words, and trying to suppress the strange and confusing butterflies that were swimming in her stomach and sending even stranger sensations throughout the rest of her body. "I mean, I'm sure it's just a normal curiosity thing," Lisa went on. "I mean, you can remember being that age, right? Wondering what the world is all about and trying to figure out how it works... it's pretty normal. It's just that we didn't have the internet at our fingertips the way Julie does." Lisa had a point. "Yeah, I guess so," Barbara said. Suddenly she felt silly for thinking this was something sweet, innocent little Julie could actually be into. "So you think it was just a one-time thing?" Lisa waved her hand. "I'm sure it's fine. She was probably just curious. It's just... can you imagine how shocked I was when I found that on the computer and figured out who it was?" Barbara had to chuckle. "Yeah, I can. That is pretty crazy!" The women finished up the rest of their meal and decided to head back to the house. It was nearly a two-hour drive back to Lisa's house in traffic, and while they continued talking, there were several lulls in the conversation. In each of those lulls, Barbara couldn't stop her mind from going back to what Lisa had told her. Bondage. Julie. The two still just didn't make sense. Barbara herself had never even dabbled in bondage. She always considered it too far out of her comfort zone. But Julie... sweet little Julie... that gorgeous, petite young thing... bondage? Really? It was so naughty, so kinky, so... sexual. On some level, she knew that at 13, Julie must be experiencing sexual urges, but it wasn't something she was quite prepared to think about actively - especially something as taboo as this! She simply couldn't shake the idea from her mind. And every time Lisa brought up another topic, Barbara found it harder and harder to pull herself away from those thoughts, and easier and easier to slip back into them as soon as the conversation died down. What, exactly, was Julie curious about? What were on those sites that she visited? What had she been exposed to? It was such a different world for Barbara - one she had always been too timid to explore. But she had always considered herself pretty open-minded, and more than a few times she wondered what she would do if she was presented with the opportunity to engage in such an act. Would it be fun? Would she enjoy it? She figured she would probably never find out, and figured it was probably safer and easier that way. But now she suddenly felt 22 again. All those feelings of sexual curiosity, especially ones nudging up against the edge of kinkiness, feelings that had been buried and tucked away for years finally came flooding back to the surface. And it was all because of a little story that her 13 year-old niece had possibly checked out a few bondage sites. That didn't really mean anything, she told herself. It might not even have been Julie. But who else could it have been? And even if it was, who's to say Julie even liked the sites? Maybe she was completely disgusted or grossed out. Yes, maybe. But there was also the possibility that she enjoyed them. Beautiful, intelligent little Julie... excited by the idea of bondage. Barbara felt a shiver run through her body. "Are you cold? I can turn the A/C back up a bit," Lisa said, snapping Barbara out of her daze. "Um... no, I'm fine," Barbara said, then quickly thought again. Maybe this was a perfectly good reason for her to shiver. "Well, maybe you could turn it up just a little," she said to her sister, hoping to mask the real reason. They finally arrived at Lisa's house and Brian came out to help Barbara with all her luggage. They brought everything into the guest room and told Barbara to take her time setting up. Barbara thanked them for everything, but had a lingering question in the back of her mind. She didn't want to be too obvious about it, but still wanted to know, so she cleared her throat and asked as casually as possible, "So where's Julie?" "Oh she's still at the birthday party," Brian said. "She called right before you got here and said she'll be home in about an hour. She did say she's excited to see you!" "Oh okay," Barbara said, feeling strange butterflies return to her stomach. "Yeah, it'll be good to see her too!" she said, struggling to keep her voice as natural as possible. As Barbara unpacked, she wondered what the hell that was all about. Were all these thoughts about Julie and the sites she could have visited actually getting her flustered? You're being absolutely ridiculous, she told herself. You're making way too much out of something that is probably nothing at all. Just take a deep breath and relax. But still, over the next hour, Barbara couldn't help thinking about when Julie would come home and what she would look like. It had only been six months since she'd seen her last, but things were different now. Barbara knew something - possibly - that changed how she would view her niece. Maybe forever. No, that's silly. Just stop, she told herself. Barbara was in conversation with her sister when they heard a car pull up outside. "Oh, that must be Julie!" Lisa exclaimed. Instantly, Barbara felt her stomach tie itself in knots. What the hell? Was she actually getting nervous?? She heard footsteps running up the porch and the door burst open. "Aunt Barbara!" Julie exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. Oh God, Barbara thought. She's even more gorgeous than she was six months ago! She felt her stomach tighten even further and her heart started racing in her chest as she tried to push all these strangely unnerving feelings aside and be happy to see her niece. "Julie, how are you my dear?" she exclaimed and opened her arms. Immediately, Julie ran into her arms and squeezed her tight. The flood of emotions and sensations that coursed through Barbara at her niece's touch were wonderful and distressing all at once. Wonderful because Barbara felt a thrilling excitement course through her body that she hadn't felt in years, and distressing because she was feeling it at the touch of her 13 year-old niece! "I'm so glad you'll be staying with us!" Julie exclaimed. She pulled back from Barbara's embrace and looked into her eyes. "Wow, you look great!" Julie said, her eyes wide. Barbara immediately felt herself blush. "Um, thanks!" she said, feeling heat radiate from her forehead down to her chest. She was absolutely dumbfounded. This gorgeous girl who potentially had a very kinky little secret was complimenting her! Think, Barbara, think! "Must be... all this new freedom I've finally got," she stammered, kicking herself for stumbling over what should have been an automatic response. Julie giggled adorably. "I can't wait for us to catch up. I'm so excited that we're gonna have so much time together now that I'm out of school for the summer!" A heavy lump quickly formed in Barbara's throat. Was the school year over already?? That meant that she and Julie... would be alone together nearly the entire day! The thought sent a powerful thrill through her, which she desperately tried to suppress. She couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing that they would be alone together for so long. Stop it, Barbara, she told herself. Of course it was a good thing! She would catch up with her niece after all this time and it would be perfectly innocent and good. Stop these strange and dirty thoughts at once! "Yes, that will be wonderful. I can't wait," Barbara said, smiling, hoping and praying that her voice or face didn't give away those strangely thrilling swimmy sensations inside her. She could hardly believe how she was behaving. She felt like a timid little teenager in the presence of the most handsome guy in school. "Is everyone ready for dinner?" Lisa asked. "It's almost ready!" "Yeah!" cried Julie. "Yes, definitely!" Barbara said. Barbara needed something to take her mind off all this. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind wouldn't stop going back to these thoughts and her body wouldn't stop responding to them. It didn't help that at dinner she sat directly across from Julie, having a perfect view of her bright, beaming face and sparkling, bubbly personality. It still just didn't make sense. Barbara still couldn't wrap her head around it. And the idea that someone so young, so pretty, and so bright and bubbly could be into something so dark and naughty was doing strange and unexpected things to her mind and body. This was going to be a long night, she thought to herself. *************************************************** As Julie got ready for bed, she did a mental checklist going around her room. Everything was clean and orderly, and she once again made sure everything was in its proper place. That had been especially necessary before she went to her friend's birthday party. She knew she wouldn't have time to clean everything up before her aunt arrived, and she took precautions ahead of time to make sure all her things - particularly her most private things - were put away. She knew it was a little silly - there was very little reason for her aunt to come into her room and snoop around, but all the same it was good to take precautions and just make sure. She couldn't imagine what her aunt would think if she'd seen that box under her bed with all those ropes, scarves, and strings - some of them still wrapped around her Barbie dolls. Who still played with dolls anyway? Julie bit her lip and felt the familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach as she thought about the fun she liked to have with her dolls. She still loved to dress them up, but she also liked to do things that most little girls didn't do with them - like tie them up. It was so much more exciting and thrilling than playing house! She'd been doing it as long as she could remember. For some reason, even as a little girl, she just thought it was fun to tie up her dolls. She even practiced a few times on herself, wrapping scarves around her wrists and ankles just to see how it felt. It felt surprisingly good, and gave her a little funny feeling in her stomach and between her legs. She was probably about 8 or 9 when she realized this was something she probably shouldn't brag about to her friends. The few she did tell gave her strange looks like she was crazy, or said she shouldn't be doing things like that. Julie quickly learned that this was better kept private, but that didn't stop her from continuing to do it! Over the next couple years the urges to tie up her dolls in more interesting ways - ways that gave her that funny tingling between her legs - only got stronger. She had a hard time believing that she was the only one who felt these urges, even if they were a bit strange, and she knew there had to be a way to find out if there was anyone else out there who felt them too. By the time she was 11, she was extremely tempted to use the internet to do some searches and find out if there was anything out there about people who liked to tie things up or liked being tied up. She had a computer in her room, but her parents didn't allow her to have internet access. There was that computer in the living room, and her parents were gone when she got home from school - but she also knew that her parents were much more savvy about computers than she was and knew there were ways they could find out what she was looking at. After giving it several weeks of thought and casually talking to her friends about using the internet and hiding things from her parents, she decided she would go for it. She could still remember the intensity of the butterflies in her stomach as she sat down to the computer for that first time, knowing that she was about to search for her most personal and most intense little secret. But she had to be smart about it. So the very first thing she searched for was "how to erase internet pages." That led her to internet history, and she quickly figured out how to delete the pages she'd been on. She was now safe to search for whatever she wanted. And Oh Lord did she find things. She found SO many things. The first thing she learned was that her private little hobby had a name - bondage - and once she began searching for that, she couldn't get enough. There were so many photos of beautiful women tied up, many of them completely naked, and Julie could still vividly remember the thrills that coursed through her young body at viewing such photos. They were just like her dolls - only real. There were real women out there who really enjoyed being tied up, and even enjoyed having pictures taken of them! Julie remembered how wonderful it felt to sit up straight in that computer chair, thighs together, pressing herself down firmly against the seat, and rock herself gently back and forth as she looked at picture after picture after picture. Women tied standing up, sitting down, on their backs, or even on their stomachs with their arms and feet behind them in a hogtie. Women with their breasts tied. Women with gags in their mouth (which gave her a particularly heavy tingle that made her squirm in her seat). Women with ropes running down between their legs. (Would that feel good, she wondered, or would it hurt?) Women tied with their legs spread apart, giving her a perfect view of their vaginas, which often looked puffy and swollen, and even a little wet. All of this was so intense and so unbelievably thrilling! Julie desperately wanted to be able to look at pictures like these in the comfort and privacy of her own bedroom, especially after her parents went to sleep. So she did what made the most sense, and put a flash drive into the computer, downloaded a bunch of her favorite photos to it, and put it in her pocket so she could look at them whenever she wanted. It was perfect. She'd been doing this since she was 11. And often, late at night, she would go through her favorite pictures and study the ropes on her favorite models, trying to figure out how they were tied the way they were. Once she found a few ties that looked easy enough, she practiced them on her Barbie dolls. She could still vividly recall the first time she successfully tied up her Barbie to look like one of the girls in the pictures she downloaded from the internet. She held her Barbie up, looking at her, admiring the way the strings restrained her arms and legs. The swimmy feeling in her stomach was directly linked to a strong and urgent tickle between her legs. She climbed onto her bed and placed the bound Barbie doll up against her pillows at the head of her bed. She then sat back on her feet in the center of the bed, just staring at the Barbie, admiring the way she was tied up, and loving the tension in her stomach and the tickle between her legs growing stronger. She began to imagine that the Barbie was real, and could really feel the restraint of the ropes, unable to move her arms and legs. Julie squeezed her thighs together tightly as she let her imagination run. She imagined the Barbie struggling, pulling on the ropes, all to no avail. She squirmed her hips around on the bed. This was getting intense. As she stared at the Barbie, her imagination bringing the doll to life, she felt a throbbing between her legs that desperately needed attention. Almost without thinking, she put her hand between her legs, balled in a fist, and rubbed first her knuckles, then the heel of her hand across her young sex. Sparks flew through her body. This was by far the most thrilling and intense sensation her young body had ever experienced. She did it again, pressing the heel of her hand against herself, closing her thighs around it tightly. Oh God yes. She stared at the Barbie and began to rock her hips back and forth, pumping her young sex against her balled up fist. Thrills and tingles coursed from her core all throughout her entire body to the ends of her limbs. She rocked harder, focusing on the Barbie, her ropes, and imagining her struggle. She rocked harder still. And then she imagined that the Barbie knew she was there, watching her. The Barbie knew that Julie had tied her up, and now she couldn't move, and Julie was just sitting there watching her squirm. Suddenly Julie's entire young body tensed up in a wonderful seizure of focused, intense ecstasy that shocked and thrilled her to her core. She gasped sharply as her body tightened and then trembled as waves of wonderful bliss washed over her. It was her first orgasm and she would never forget it. She still counted it as one of the best, if not the best, of her life so far. It had come as such a shock and yet felt so wonderfully good. She knew she was going to have more of those. And she did. Many, many more. But with those came an even greater hunger to explore. She delved deeper into the world of bondage, researching how to actually tie some of those wonderful designs and knots so she could replicate them on her Barbies, and then, of course, set them on her bed and masturbate to them. She even practiced a few on herself - the ones she was physically able to - just to see how they felt. It helped her get more into the mindset of what her Barbies were "feeling" when they were sitting on her bed, squirming and struggling around in front of her. Which, in turn, gave her stronger and longer lasting orgasms. Sometimes, as she sat there on her bed, rubbing her young sex either with her hand or against a pillow, staring at her tied up Barbies, bringing them to life, she would focus on their vulnerabilities. They knew she was there, watching them, but couldn't do anything about it because they were tied up. Of course, Julie made sure they were completely naked, and she would focus on certain parts of their bodies as she rubbed herself - their boobs, their pussies, and their butts, exposed just for her. Julie could look all she wanted while the Barbies couldn't do anything about it. In fact, Julie could touch them too. Julie would sometimes brush her fingertips across the Barbies' boobs as she humped herself, imagining that they were squirming in response. She would also slide her finger between their legs, rubbing their little pussies, or turn them over on their stomachs and press her finger into the crack between their butt cheeks. The act of fondling her bound Barbie dolls in their private places, imagining them squirming in response, usually brought her to quite satisfying climaxes. Especially if she imagined that she was bringing them off as well. But of course, now she was a little disappointed. Things would be different. Her aunt was living with them now, and she would no longer have the house to herself for several hours on end in the middle of the day. Yes, of course she was glad to have her aunt Barbara around. She was thrilled. But still, she couldn't help but feel a little sad that she wouldn't be able to have anywhere near as much fun as she'd been having lately. Because seriously, how would her aunt react to such things? It would be an absolute disaster, she was sure of it. She had to keep these things under wraps as closely as possible. She couldn't afford any more mistakes - especially like the day she forgot to delete the internet history before her parents got home. She couldn't believe she'd been so careless. It wasn't like her, and it wouldn't happen again - she would make sure of it. Her aunt Barbara was great, there was no doubt about that. She was warm and caring, and Julie thought she was absolutely beautiful. She could only pray that she would grow up to be as beautiful as her aunt Barbara. But even though she was all of these things, she would never understand a secret like Julie had. Would she? Julie had always felt a little partial to her aunt Barbara - maybe even more so than to her own mother. Barbara was sweet and generous, and seemed to adore Julie. Come to think of it, Julie had noticed a slightly strange vibe coming from her aunt earlier that day. She hadn't seen her in forever and just had a long flight - maybe that's all it was. But Julie couldn't help shaking the thought that there was something else... the way Barbara looked at her... her mannerisms... Was Julie being silly? Probably. Still, it felt a little different. Almost like... nah. Julie was being silly. It was just the long flight and everything. She'd be fine tomorrow. ********************************************** The next day was Saturday, and Barbara was glad she would have an entire weekend to spend with her sister's family before she would have to be alone with Julie for most of the day. It's not that she didn't want to be alone with Julie - the thought was terribly exciting - but that was pretty much the entire problem. She was excited for the wrong reasons. All of her preconceptions about her niece had been completely upended by Lisa's simple little story about the internet history. Before that story, Julie had been a beautiful, smart, very capable young woman whom Barbara couldn't wait to get to know better. She'd wanted to learn about what Julie was learning in school, what her academic interests were, what kind of friends she had, what she liked to do in her spare time, and what kinds of fun activities they could do together. Now, however, all those things were still true, but with a twist. Now, Julie was different. Now she was a beautiful, smart, very capable young woman who was also deeply sexual and thrillingly kinky. Now, Barbara wanted to learn about what Julie knew about bondage, what her sexual interests were, and she had a terribly deep and intense curiosity about what Julie did in her spare time. As for what they could do together - oh my God, what would that even mean? This was her niece! Her sister's daughter! And she was only thirteen! She should not be thinking these things. She knew that, objectively. But she still couldn't stop her mind from going to those places or her body from feeling those intense pangs of curiosity. She was glad that Lisa and Brian would be around both today and tomorrow to distract her from these increasingly frustrating thoughts - hopefully enough to calm her down by Monday. Today they had just planned on hanging around the house and catching up - more of a relaxing day for Barbara since she had such a long day yesterday. And it was nice. They did catch up and had some long overdue conversations about family and Barbara's struggles over the years. However, every time Julie was in the room, Barbara kept finding her eyes wandering to the girl, struck by her beauty and her precociousness, and every time Julie looked over to meet her gaze, Barbara couldn't help but feel a strange little tingling flutter in her chest and sometimes in her stomach. Those little glances weren't much, but they were enough to keep whatever emotion the girl caused in Barbara to stay alive and continue to thrive. They were also a constant reminder of how often their gaze would meet when they had the house to themselves, and enough to cause Barbara to wonder how her body was going to react when that time came. The girl's look alone - those gorgeous, intense, almost hypnotic eyes - cast a strange kind of power over Barbara, causing her to weaken, almost as if under a spell. It was completely bizarre, and something Barbara had never experienced with anyone else before. It was strange - strangely unsettling, and strangely thrilling - all at once. The day passed quickly - almost too quickly - and the next day, Sunday, they planned to go out and explore the city and do some sight seeing. Barbara was relieved, in a way, that she wouldn't be held frozen in place by Julie's intense gaze every now and then - at least they were going to be on the move. But once again, Julie found a way to frustrate Barbara. At least that's how Barbara perceived it. Julie was wearing a loose, white sleeveless top that came down just to her waist, exposing the tiniest hint of midriff, only when she walked a certain way or stretched her arms above her head. But every time her arms did stretch up (which seemed a little more than necessary), Barbara couldn't stop her eyes from wandering over to that tight, flat tummy and perfectly smooth skin. Below the top, Julie was wearing a skin-tight pair of red jeans that came down just above her ankles, outlining every curve and line of her lower half. Those jeans were by far the most frustrating thing for Barbara. They were so tight it was almost like Julie wasn't wearing pants at all - an image that Barbara simply wasn't able to shake. Moreover, they highlighted a feature that caught Barbara completely off guard - Julie's wonderful, round butt that was simply a sight to behold. It didn't help that as they walked around the city, Julie would often bounce up ahead of Barbara, giving her a perfect view of it. Barbara found herself mesmerized, her eyes glued to that perfect round, young ass, swaying to and fro with each step Julie took. A part of her felt dirty for looking, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. Even worse, Barbara actually found herself wondering for the first time what it would be like to be an article of clothing - specifically those tight red jeans that Julie had on. These kinds of thoughts were driving Barbara crazy. She was incredibly thankful every time they went into a little shop, or a cafe to get some food. Those little respites were very welcome and helped to cool her off a bit and clear her head. But there was one stop that did the exact opposite. Sometime after lunch, Julie suggested they all go get some ice cream. Lisa and Brian enthusiastically agreed, and Barbara had to admit it sounded nice. All the adults ordered their ice cream in cups, while Julie wanted hers in a cone. Right off the bat, Barbara felt a little twinge in her chest (and a little lower) at the thought of catching a glimpse of her niece licking an ice cream cone. Once everyone had their ice cream, Julie asked Barbara how she liked hers. Barbara said it was good, and then Julie surprised her by offering Barbara some of hers. Barbara felt a catch in her throat at the thought of her mouth getting so close to a place Julie's mouth had been. "Um, sure," she muttered, taking the cone from her niece. Barbara immediately noticed that Julie had licked around the entire top scoop, forcing Barbara to awkwardly taste the lower scoop, or to place her tongue directly on the cream that Julie's sweet young tongue had caressed. Julie must have noticed her hesitation. "It's okay, I don't have cooties," Julie said, almost giggling. That twinge in Barbara's chest seemed to re-center itself directly between her legs, and even as she brought the cone up to her mouth, she felt hot all around her neck and cheeks. She licked the cream, her heart pounding in her chest as she barely registered the flavor of the ice cream. All she could focus on was the idea that she was getting Julie's cooties - lots of them - and they were doing terribly naughty things to her body. "Did you like it?" Julie asked, a mischievous little twinkle in her eye. Or was Barbara imagining that? "Mmm-hmm!" Barbara said, still savoring the cream in her mouth. Julie's eyes flashed again, and the corner of her mouth twisted upward slightly. "Can I try yours?" she asked. Even as a thrill rushed through her, Barbara suddenly felt terribly exposed. Surely everyone in the restaurant had eyes on her. Her inappropriate feelings toward this girl were on full display and she would be admonished for it any second now. She looked around, her eyes darting. No one was paying an ounce of attention to them. Even Lisa and Brian were wandering off, trying to find a table to sit. Feeling herself flush even more, Barbara handed her cup to Julie. Julie took the cup, looking up at her with burning hot eyes, her lips in a devilish smile. Barbara was shocked - mesmerized by the look - and couldn't pull her eyes away. Julie, never breaking eye contact with her, opened her mouth, brought the cup up, extended her tongue just a little slower than was probably necessary, and licked at Barbara's cream. Almost in slow motion, Barbara watched her niece's tongue drag across the ice cream, slowly pulling it back up and into her mouth, and closing her lips into that same devilish smile. Barbara's knees were weak. Her pulse was pounding, her nipples were hard as rocks, and there was a terrible ache between her legs that she found impossible to ignore. "Mmm," Julie said, handing the cup back to a stunned Barbara. "That's yummy." Barbara wanted to reply, but she found herself unable to speak. So she just smiled and nodded, desperately trying to pretend everything was normal. Could Julie tell? Did Barbara's feelings show? She hoped to God they didn't. All day it went on like this. Barbara unable to pull her eyes from her niece - her adorable face, her perfect petite body - and unable to shake the thought that little Julie was much, much naughtier than she let on. Every time Barbara watched that tight, sweet butt swaying back and forth, she could feel herself get hotter. Every time Julie smiled at her, she felt herself get hotter. Hell, every time they made eye contact. Barbara was a mess. And she couldn't be totally sure, but it certainly felt like Julie was purposely putting on a show for her and giving her the kind of looks that made her weak in the knees. She only hoped she was able to contain herself enough that neither Julie nor Lisa or Brian was able to notice. That night, Barbara told everyone she was exhausted and needed to head to bed early. Which was partly true. She was exhausted, but not for the reasons they probably suspected. Just looking at Julie, and having Julie return her gaze, was exhausting. It was exhausting having to pretend that everything was normal when it wasn't. It was exhausting trying to pretend that her feelings for Julie were nothing more than the completely normal aunt/niece affections. But in all other ways, she was far from exhausted. A fire had been burning in her chest and between her legs all day. A fire she felt terribly guilty for, but unable to suppress. And now, alone in her room, it only got worse. All the thoughts of Julie in those wonderfully revealing clothes came rushing back to her. All those naughty looks - or what she perceived to be naughty looks - kept flashing through her mind. Sweet little Julie - teasing her. Teasing her with the knowledge that she was secretly very, very naughty and wanted to let Barbara know about it. Did she though? Did she want Barbara to know? If Barbara read that ice cream encounter correctly, it certainly seemed that way. It was all driving Barbara crazy. As she settled down into bed, she told herself to just put it out of her mind and get some rest. Of course, it didn't work out that way. Barbara tossed and turned, unable to get herself comfortable. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Julie, and everything came flooding back. Her pulse quickened. Her chest, stomach, and pussy burned. God, she had to do something. She had to. But she couldn't. It was her niece that was giving her these thoughts. Her 13 year-old niece! That was just wrong. She couldn't stoop to something so depraved. What the hell was wrong with her? But the more she fought the urge, the stronger it got. It became clear that unless she did SOMEthing, she wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. And that certainly wouldn't do her any favors for clarity of mind! Maybe just quickly. Just one little touch. Just to relieve all the tension. Julie didn't even have to be a part of it. It would just be something she could do so she could get some sleep. Sighing in frustration, she flopped over onto her back. Biting her lip, she hesitated one more time. Then, slowly, she slid her hand down her center and into her panties. Immediately, her eyes widened. She was fucking soaked! What the hell?! She couldn't remember the last time she was this wet. It had to have been years! She pressed her fingers into her wetness and her eyes rolled back in her head as she sighed. God, yes. This is what she needed. She couldn't remember when she'd been this horny before. She moved her fingers up to her clit, stroking it idly, trying to make this last. Goddamn, it felt good. She stroked her fingers up and down her clit, her body shuddering sporadically with how amazing it felt. And then, suddenly... Julie. Oh God. Oh shit. She gasped as her lower body tightened, getting surprisingly close. This was so bad. This was her niece! But fuck. She couldn't help it. She really couldn't. She'd been so worked up. She couldn't believe the spell this girl was casting over her. So she went with it. Julie. Gorgeous little Julie. Her dark hair, her sparkling eyes, her full luscious lips, her slim, petite young body, those hips just starting to form, and oh God, that ass... "Nnnnffh!" she grunted, biting her lip and arching her back. Julie. So beautiful. So sweet and innocent-looking. She rubbed herself faster, feeling her breath quicken. Her thighs tightened and quivered. Jesus Christ, she was close. She just held that sweet little face in her mind. That sweet little face... that held really dirty secrets. Barbara rubbed herself faster. What did Julie look at online? Was it pictures of girls tied up? "NNnnff!" Barbara grunted as she rubbed harder. Oh God. Did Julie get excited? Was she excited looking at pictures of girls tied up? Naked girls? The sheer thought of it was causing everything within Barbara to rise terribly fast, and her fingers sped up against her clit. "Nnnnfff! Hhhhuunnh!!" Barbara gasped. What did she do? Did she squeeze her legs together? Did she rub herself? Little Julie... looking at pictures of beautiful naked girls all tied up... getting excited... rubbing herself. Staring at the girls. Staring at their breasts. Their pussies. All tied up. Did she cum? Oh God, did she fucking cum looking at pictures of naked girls all tied up? "NNFF! HHHhhhaaaahhh!!" Barbara grunted, her back arching as an orgasm seized her far quicker than she expected. She rubbed harder, faster, her hips rising from the bed, her ass clenched, holding the image of Julie cumming while looking at naked girls all tied up... and her body shuddered hard, shaking the whole bed. She didn't want to let the image go. It was too hot. So she held it. And rubbed herself. Harder. She clenched and shuddered again. Oh God. Oh fuck, this was intense. She held that image of little Julie cumming, her eyes glued to an image of a beautiful girl restrained by ropes, all of her sexy parts on display for young Julie's lustful eyes. And she came and came. Barbara collapsed to the bed, gasping. She lost count of how many orgasms she had. She couldn't remember a time when she'd cum so long and so hard in her life. She lay there on the bed, feeling an overwhelming sensation of bliss overtake her body. She was utterly and completely spent. Her eyelids started to grow heavy as she faintly tried to remember what it was that had given her such a powerful climax, but sleep was closing in on her too fast. ********************************************* As Julie climbed into bed, she smiled to herself. What a fun day! They had gone out and seen so many things... These were the kind of days she really lived for. The only thing that would have made this day a little more complete was if she could get out her flash drive and look at some of her favorite photos on her computer. But nope! She promised herself she wouldn't. Not while her aunt was here. She wouldn't allow herself to get careless again. Not like last time. What would her aunt think of her if she found out something like that? It would be... well... Julie wasn't quite so sure. A few days ago Julie thought she noticed a few strange looks coming from her aunt. Strange looks like... well, it was hard to explain. It had been several months since they saw each other last. Maybe that's all it was. But there was something about her aunt... a certain glow she had. It was probably the fact that she was finally free of her old life and starting all over and everything, but Julie couldn't shake the thought that there was just a little more going on than that. For starters, Julie thought Barbara looked great. Better than great, really. She looked radiant. Julie clearly remembered the sensation she got when she first laid eyes on her aunt after coming home from her friend's party... it was almost shocking. She looked like an entirely different person, like someone she wasn't even related to. Almost like someone she could be... no, that was going too far. But Julie couldn't deny the feeling in her chest. It was a feeling she got when... well... a feeling she got when she looked at those girls on the websites sometimes. She didn't know why - she couldn't help it! It was so weird! She didn't know if her aunt reminded her of one of the women she'd seen on those sites, but within seconds of greeting her aunt, she couldn't stop her mind from picturing what her beautiful Aunt Barbara would look like all tied up like the girls in the bondage sites. God! How weird and creepy was that?! It was definitely something Julie thought she could put in the back of her mind and never think about again... except for those looks that Barbara kept giving her. Barbara looked at her almost like a deer caught in the headlights a few times. Like she didn't know what to do or say - like she was stuck in some kind of trance. A trance that... Julie was creating? And normally Julie wouldn't think anything of it, except that Barbara kept doing it! And each time she did, Julie couldn't help but feel a little twinge in her chest... that same twinge that she felt when she looked at those girls online. Barbara was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. Her hair was soft and full, her eyes were warm and welcoming, and her body looked amazing. She had a perfect hourglass figure, and when Julie went in to hug her, she was immediately aware of how Barbara's large, soft breasts pressed into her chest. God, they were so soft and so big! Julie couldn't help but feel an extra little tingle at the sensation of her aunt's breasts pressing against her. All those things kept Julie thinking. Why was this happening? Was it happening for the reasons she thought? Julie knew she was pretty. She'd had several boys stumble over their words while talking to her at school. And she also knew how much her smile could throw someone off. She'd done it dozens of times, often with quite a bit of relish. But this was her aunt! Could her own aunt (who Julie herself thought was quite beautiful) be thrown off by her looks? Did that mean that there was a 'thing' between them? How weird would that be! As weird as it would be, objectively, Julie somehow didn't really find it so strange. Truth be told, she actually kind of enjoyed it when Barbara stared at her or stumbled over her words. It was kind of fun playing this game with an adult. It made her feel like... like she had some kind of strange power over Barbara. And that was... well, it was oddly exciting! Julie decided to test it that day by wearing an outfit she knew had gotten boys' attention in the past, and parading around as playfully as she could. Almost not surprisingly, she caught Barbara staring at her several times, especially at her butt. So she made a point to run up ahead of Barbara to give her a little view, hoping she was teasing her a bit. And of course, almost every time she looked back over her shoulder, she caught Barbara staring right down at her butt. At that point, Julie was definitely having fun. And she was pretty sure Barbara was too. So she decided to see how far she could take it. The ice cream shop was the perfect opportunity for that. What better way to see if someone has a thing for you than to offer them your ice cream? And once again, Barbara didn't disappoint. All of this was really getting Julie to think. What WOULD Barbara say if she found out about Julie's little secret? A few days ago, Julie would have said she would freak out, tell her mom, and Julie would get grounded for the rest of her life, not to mention be completely humiliated by her family for the rest of her life. But now... now, things were a little different. She wasn't sure what Barbara would say, exactly. There was definitely a connection between them, Julie was sure of that much. But how strong was it? How far would it go? Julie hated the idea of going several weeks, or even months, without getting to play any of her fun little games with her dolls or look at dirty pictures online. That would really suck. But the question is, would Barbara understand? That was still up in the air. Julie decided this was enough thinking for one night and she should probably get some sleep. She lay down on her pillow and closed her eyes. Then, softly, off in the distance, she thought she heard a muffled noise. What was... Was that...? Julie strained her ears. She waited, holding herself completely still. Suddenly, it came again. A little louder this time. Quickly, Julie scampered upright, on her knees. She put her ear to the wall of her room, knowing her aunt was in the next room. She listened, completely freezing her body in place. A single movement from her could disrupt her hearing. She listened, and listened. "Nnnnfff! Hhhhuunnh!!" It was muffled, but Julie heard it perfectly. There was no mistaking it. Her aunt was pleasuring herself! Right next door! Something not even Julie could bring herself to do! A thrill rushed through Julie as she grinned to herself, holding her ear even tighter to the wall. There was nothing, and Julie wondered if she was finished. Then, suddenly... "NNFF! HHHhhhaaaahhh!!" Oh God, that had to be it! Julie gasped in surprise, realizing she'd just heard her own aunt's orgasm! How crazy was this?!! She couldn't believe how excited she was. Barbara was dirtier than she thought! Oh, this was almost too good to be true! Julie continued listening, just in case... but there didn't seem to be anything after that. Well, she certainly wasn't going to sleep now! Julie bit her lip, wondering what this meant. Her aunt Barbara had masturbated in the room right next to hers! Wow! Julie suddenly found herself wondering what she looked like while she did it. This was... oh God, this was too much! Julie's heart pounded in her chest. She was hot and wasn't going to sleep any time soon. Her head was spinning and her arousal was skyrocketing. She hadn't been this turned on since before her aunt arrived. What Barbara did was so dirty! She masturbated in the room right next to her! That was bad. That was very bad. It was so dirty and incredibly, extremely naughty. Julie's heart was pounding heavily in her chest. She suddenly had an urge to do something just as naughty as Barbara. Her dolls were packed up and hidden far under her bed, but now she had a strong feeling that they had to come back out. Yes, they had to. As quickly but as quietly as she could, she climbed down off her bed, crouched down, and began pulling out boxes. Her heart raced as she pulled out the one she was looking for and brought it back up onto her bed. She sat up on her bed and opened the box, her body nearly trembling. She picked up her favorite Barbie, who of course was not wearing any clothes, and looked at her lustfully. "Oh, Aunt Barbara," she said to the doll. "You were very bad, weren't you?" Her heart pounded even faster as she picked up several strings and shoelaces from the box. "You were bad, and now you've got to be punished," she said, squeezing her legs together, feeling the itch there burning and driving her crazy. "You've got to be tied up now," she said, clamping her thighs tight and rocking her hips, slowly pumping them back and forth as she wound the strings around the doll. Her body was practically shaking she was so hot. The idea of tying up her aunt and watching her squirm was causing powerful sensations to course through her young body. As she tied the doll, she took special care to make sure her aunt's wonderful big breasts were on display for her, wrapping strings just above and just below them, then criss-crossing ropes between them to make sure they stood out for her. Julie's breath was ragged as she tied up her beautiful aunt, her hips pumping and jerking back and forth with greater urgency. Finally, her work was completed and she could focus on herself. Her body shuddered as she thought about her aunt struggling in her bonds. Julie could now freely grab and squeeze her aunt's wonderful boobs. Hell, she could grab and squeeze any part of her aunt she wanted. Julie bit her lip as she set the doll in front of her on the bed, knowing that this was going to be one of the hottest and heaviest cums of her life. ************************************************ To be continued...