"Trick or treat!" I shout as my sexy Aunt Becca opens the door to her beautiful, cozy home. All she has on is a too short satin robe as red as the devil costume I'm wearing. Not that I'm complaining...I live for those luscious long legs and deliciously bare feet.
"Masha! Don't you look darling?"
"Auntie!" I pout. "I'm supposed to be scary..."
Her warm, blue eyes gaze upon me tenderly from behind her dark curls.
"Of course you are. So scary. Let's try that again..."
She closes the door and I ring the bell again. She doesn't answer right away so I release an exasperated sigh and reach forward to press the bell a third time when Aunt Becca swings the door wide open.
"Trick or -- "
Auntie shrieks like a 50s scream queen, which is not far off since she always looks as pretty as a vintage pin-up. She stumbles back, falls and catches herself on the stairs, and proceeds to crawl backwards up the staircase to escape the frightening creature that is me.
I try to sustain annoyance but can't help giggling intermittently.
Stopping halfway up, she abruptly turns off the drama and says, "Too much?"
"You're always too much, Auntie."
Becca rises to curtsy, lifting the hem of her robe just enough to have a nice glimpse of her coochie, not to mention the spectacle I was just treated to while she performed her Exorcist crabwalk impression.
She strides over to embrace me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and I drink in her lilac scented skin.
"Come on in, angel."
"Angel?? Seriously?" I present once again my horns, tail, and pitchfork.
Auntie squeezes my face with one hand. "Ooo, this shayna punim wants to be a bad girl so much! Here, let's get some demonic make-up on that dollface."
"Really??" This is an especially exciting offer because Becca is a professional make-up artist and really knows her stuff. She's also a dancer and choreographer which is how she bought this house by making a ton of money working in commercials and music videos since her teens. Auntie's place has always been like a second home to me. I'm so lucky to live close enough to drop by whenever I want and I'm here so often I even have my own room. It's the best room in the house even though Becca's bedroom is three times as big and takes up the whole back half of the second floor, overlooking the meadow and the water. My room is up front in the turret with windows all around and all the light in the world. Just perfect for me.
We head upstairs and I peek into my beloved boudoir before Auntie escorts me into her make-up studio. She gets me in the chair and immediately readies my face with foundation, concealer, and powder. Then she eyes me with all the passion of a great painter looking upon a blank canvas. Which I guess I am.
After a moment, she picks up her brush and applies a deep purple eyeshadow to my lids. She follows this with a thick, dark eyeliner and then starts in on the mascara. She sighs a bit with each stroke, and not being able to see her face very well, I can't tell if it's because I look bad or...something else.
"What's wrong, Auntie?"
"Oh, nothing...I'm just a sucker for a girl with hazel eyes."
Ah-ha! So it is the other thing. I decide to tease her a little.
"I've always had hazel eyes."
"And I've always been a sucker."
I take a beat, feigning shyness.
"I prefer blue."
Aunt Becca smirks, knowingly, and puts the finishing touches on my eye make-up.
Then she brushes rouge onto my cheeks and revives her soulful whimpering.
"You're doing it again!"
"I'm sorry! Your cheekbones are just to die for."
"Mine?? You're the one with cheeks like two ripe apples begging to be picked!"
"Am I, now?"
We stare evocatively at each other for what feels like an eternity, until my peacefully smiling auntie leans forward and -- OMG is this it?? Are we finally going to...
Becca lifts a blood red lipstick with gold sparkles and coats my unkissed lips.
Looking somewhat disappointed, she says, "Well, I did my best to make you look horrific but there's just no masking that natural beauty."
She turns my chair to the mirror and I...look...AMAZING.
"Oh, Becca! I mean, Auntie...you're a genius!"
"I am? You like it? Sorry I fell short transforming you into some wicked little thing."
"Wicked hot, at least!"
"Well...you're that all by yourself. You don't need my help there." Auntie turns me back to face her and continues, "Which brings me to...this outfit. Are you, uh..." She waves her perfectly manicured fingers over the skin showing through the lace-up ribbon closure at the front of my costume. "...wearing anything underneath this catsuit?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
She arches an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head like she has no idea what to do with me, even though I know exactly what I want to do with her. I'm a split second away from summoning the courage to make my move when, of course, the doorbell rings.
"Now who the devil could that be already? Trick or treaters don't usually make it all the way to the end of the lane this early."
My irritation at the interruption is softened by her sense of humor. If there's such a thing as auntie jokes, she's full of them.
Becca's shapely hips saunter down the stairs while I lurk at the top to satisfy my suspicion as to the identity of these unwelcome visitors. Upon opening the door, sure enough, there stands my crew: my bubbly blonde barefoot bestie Izzy, dressed as Disney's Rapunzel; sullen brunette Sage, appropriately done up as Wednesday Addams; and my new friend, peppy, precocious, redheaded Mae, who is a barefoot hippie. Like, in life. That's not a costume.
"Well, hello there, girls!" Auntie effuses. "Masha's almost ready. Aren't you all simply scrumptious? My favorite princess..."
She strokes Izzy under the chin and she responds with her signature ebullience.
"...my kindred soul..."
Becca caresses Sage's cheek and somehow she stays steadfastly dour.
"And..." Becca squints at the redhead. "...I don't believe we've met."
Uh-oh. Mae has stars in her eyes and she takes Auntie's outstretched hand.
"I'm new! I mean...I'm Mae. I recently moved here."
"Mae just joined our squad," Izzy interjects, chomping on gum. "She's pretty rad."
"I can see that! Delighted to meet you, Mae. You're welcome here anytime."
"Thanks! You've got such a mellow aura, I feel so at home here. I gotta say, you're nothing like I pictured when Izzy said we're going to Masha's auntie's house. I thought you'd be some sweet little old lady -- which is so stupid of me 'cause aunts can be, like, anyone...right? So, time to work on that bias. I mean, two out of four correct preconceptions...not great. You're definitely a lady, you're totally sweet...but you are not little at all. By...which, I mean...you are really tall...and gorgeous...and SO young! How come you're such a young aunt?"
Even from behind, I can tell that Aunt Becca is blushing.
"Well...my sister, Masha's mom, is quite a bit older than me, so when Masha was born I became an aunt at fourteen."
"Aww! I wish I had a teenage auntie. So...you're 23 now?"
"Smart girl."
"It's just...math. Simple arithmetic. I'm 9 myself."
"We're all 9, Einstein," Sage snarls.
"I could be 10..."
"Not if you keep making me nauseated."
"Such commitment to character, this one!" Auntie defuses Sage by fondling her shoulder and saying, "Sage, I've made you some of that mulled apple cider you love so much. You can help yourself to some."
Excitement sparks behind Sage's eyes and she's off to the kitchen.
"Does..." Mae then thinks better of her words. "No, that's rude, I shouldn't ask you that..."
"Now you have to ask me!"
Mae is still hesitant.
"It's okay, I love drama," Auntie assures her.
"Does being such a young aunt make you feel -- "
"Younger than ever? Masha reinvigorates my life everyday. We're soulmates."
Aunt Becca looks back to wink at me over her shoulder and my heart melts, even though my face still registers vexation.
Izzy and Mae clutch their hands over their hearts and swoon but Becca knows I want a stop to this nonsense.
"Won't you excuse me? I need to change into my costume..."
The stars in Mae's eyes go supernova.
"You're coming with us??"
"Naturally. Masha and I trick or treat together every year." She starts for the stairs then doubles back and asks, "Where did you move from?"
"Portland, Oregon," Mae answers.
"I should have guessed. I hope our sleepy little seaside village isn't too mundane."
"No way! It's so beautiful here."
"It is now."
Auntie's gloriously long and curly tresses whip around flamboyantly and she turns to climb the stairs, inexplicably in slow motion just as I'm storming down to confront my friends.
"What are you skanks up to?" I hiss, mostly at Izzy.
"Whoa! You invited us!"
"You're way early. I see what you're after, dressing as her favorite characters, parading bare feet and red hair around...you know those are to Auntie like squirrels are to puppy dogs! You can't date Becca, she's off limits."
"No 'dating' Auntie. Gotcha..." Izzy snaps finger guns at me and follows Sage to get some cider.
"Masha, I'm so sorry," Mae says, earnestly. "I never would have listened to Izzy if I knew you were in love with your aunt."
"What? That's crazy, why would you say that?"
"Because you are." Then Mae turns into Abbie Hoffman. "Hey, man, it's cool. No judgments. Free love! The heart wants what the heart wants and junk."
"So, basically you're saying that Emily Dickinson was a hippie?"
"1860s, 1960s...same thing, man."
I crack my first smile since the girls arrived.
"Auntie's right...you are smart. And she has great taste. If she's gonna flirt with anyone, it may as well be you."
"I wouldn't lay a bad trip on you like that. She's just..." Mae's gaze is drawn heavenward and her eyes light up again. "...an angel."
Aunt Becca has reappeared, descending upon us in a flowy white angel dress complete with realistic feathery wings and a glistening halo.
"Oh, Auntie...you take my breath away."
She doubles over to plant a lingering kiss on my cheek.
"Now you know how I feel every time we're together."
I'm so caught up in the moment that I didn't realize Mae was snapping pics of us until she asks, "Do you lovebirds mind if I post all this adorableness on my Instagram?"
Butterflies converge in my tummy and I scan my aunt's face for her reaction. She's as cool and confident as ever.
"Ready for our romance to go viral, angel?"
I inhale nervous energy and nod my consent, trying not to weep and ruin my make-up.
Mae taps away at her phone and Auntie affectionately pets her arm.
"You have such a gift for seeing people, Mae."
I peer over Mae's shoulder to read her post: "Gotta get me a girl who looks at me the way Masha's Auntie looks at her niece. #OTP"
Izzy and Sage return with steaming mugs of cider.
"Nice outfit, Hot Wings!"
"Why thank you, Izzy!"
"We were wondering what you were wearing to match Masha this year," Sage adds.
Mae looks puzzled and I explain, "We coordinate costumes every year. Sometimes it's planned and other times she finds out what I'm wearing and then surprises me...like now."
Auntie is just too radiant -- I can't decide if I should continue embarrassing myself by not taking my eyes off of her or if I should pointlessly put up a front of aloofness to keep myself from ripping off all her clothes. I end up splitting the difference so I'm all over the place.
"The cutest was when they were Snow White and The Evil Queen," Izzy reminisces.
"My favorite was last year..." Sage contributes. "Frankenstein's Monster and the Bride."
Mae's eyes dart between me and Auntie trying to visualize us in both costumes. "Which of you..."
"Auntie's the only one with the figure to pull off the Bride."
"She sure is," Mae sighs dreamily. "You literally do this every year?"
"It's our thing," Aunt Becca affirms.
"One of many," I embellish.
"So sweet! Even when you were just born?"
Anticipating Mae's question, Becca has been scrolling through her camera roll and reveals a picture of six-week-old me dressed as Yoda with my fresh-faced adolescent auntie as Princess Leia.
"Squee! Teenage Becca and Baby Masha!" Mae gushes.
"I know this makes no sense since they never appear together but it had to be done," Auntie explains.
Mae delicately handles the iPhone as if she were handling this cherished memory itself.
"Who cares? This is beyond precious! You sure know how to wear white. Is that your real hair done up into star puffs?"
"Of course! Wigs are for amateurs."
"Becca taught us that long ago," Izzy offers, showing off her naturally long, golden Rapunzel braid accented with flowers while Sage proudly presents her equally authentic Wednesday pigtails.
Mae studies the photo one last time before returning the remembrance of our first Halloween to Auntie, mooning, "How did you keep all the girls from falling in love with you?"
"Who says I did?"
Mae heaves a deep breath, fully under Aunt Becca's spell.
Finally I pipe up, "Well, I know I'd love nothing more than to stand around all night watching a bunch of fourth graders getting hot and bothered over my auntie but who's up for snagging ourselves some free candy?"
"I don't know..." Izzy argues. "Plenty of eye candy around here."
"Now, Izzy," Auntie purrs. "You didn't get all dolled up just for little ol' me..."
"Didn't we?"
Auntie slings a gold purse over her shoulder that perfectly matches her costume. "Come on, gals...let's hit the streets."
"Um...Auntie?" Hesitant to cause further delay, I feel a responsibility to point out her still naked feet.
"What? Angels don't wear shoes. And I can't let you chippies have all the fun, now can I?"
She ushers us out the door, checks on the bakers dozen of Jack O'Lanterns lining the path to the porch, and proceeds to lead us up the lane. I dash a few steps ahead of the gang to walk alongside Aunt Becca hand-in-hand.
"Auntie?"
"Yes, angel?"
"First, you know your pet names make me weak in the knees, but while we're dressed like this can you please use a different one?"
"Sure, cupcake."
"Mmm...I love that one." I muse for a moment over why that name in particular turns me to mush. Is it because I'm small and cute or because she thinks I'm sweet and yummy or...
One of her wings flutters a bit and I snap back from my daydreaming.
"Auntie? What is keeping your wings and halo in place?"
"You tell me."
"Magic?"
Did I mention that Auntie is a real live witch? Because she is. And so am I.
"Isn't that dangerous? What if one of the girls notice...or someone else?"
"You know the answer to that, sweetpea."
I look back at my three friends. Izzy and Sage are blithely chattering away while Mae is eyeing us wearing an enigmatic smile.
"People see what they're ready to accept, mostly," I answer. Then I stroke her wings and I'm astonished by how much life they have in them. "These are glorious! Are they real?"
Becca gives me a sly, softhearted look.
"I know, I know...everything you do is real. But, I mean...do they work?"
There's that look again.
"Everything you do works. I know."
Mae trots forward to flank Aunt Becca from the other side.
"Wanna know a secret?" she asks.
I raise an eyebrow at her.
"You have the coolest Auntie ever!"
A warm wing shrouds my tiny body and Auntie does the same with Mae. I can tell my newest friend feels as protected and adored as I do.
We trick or treat around the neighborhood for a couple of hours and ultimately retire back to Auntie's with our massive haul to trade favorites between us.
Colorful piles of wrapped candies cover the living room floor as Auntie lounges on the sofa overseeing the action with her feet up.
Izzy, Sage, and I sample our newfound goodies and Mae has her eyes on a different kind of treat.
"How have you been walking around outside for hours and your soles are still perfectly clean and lickable?" Mae asks Auntie.
"How indeed? Let's see yours."
Mae wrinkles her nose and unveils her filthy feet.
"Delightful," Auntie beams. "Thrilled to have another free spirit in our town."
Sage and Izzy annoyingly show no intention to depart while Mae is slowly collecting her loot and making eyes at Auntie as if they're communicating telepathically.
Suddenly, Mae's text alert dings and she checks it, squealing, "My kitty is going into labor!"
Izzy and Sage shriek with joy, pleading, "Can we come see??"
The floor is clear of all candy but mine in record time and Becca rises to receive hugs and thank yous.
The girls start heading out when Izzy inquires, "Masha...aren't you coming?"
"I'm...allergic. I'll stop by tomorrow once I've had a chance to pop a Claritin."
I see my crew out and hold back Mae for a moment.
"Hey...are all the kittens spoken for?"
"I thought you were allergic."
"I'm not allergic."
"That's okay...my cat's not pregnant."
"Oh...that's too bad. I'm looking for a familiar."
"You are the grooviest family." Mae casts a clandestine glance at Becca who is perched patiently on the couch. "Happy to be your literal Wing Girl any day. Go get 'er, tigress."
She lays a friendly punch on my arm and then is gone.
Finally free of preteen nattering, I relish the tranquility for a spell before turning to ambush my beloved.
"Thank the Goddesses, I thought they'd never leave!"
My easy-going Auntie receives me with open arms and our lips fit together like long-lost halves of a lovers' necklace. All my pent-up sexual passion from my whole entire childhood comes bursting out full force and my poor demure auntie gets to bear the brunt of it. Ah, who am I kidding? She's a wild woman in her own way and I'm certainly not hearing any complaints. The mutually rough desperation of our snogging is tempered by the softness of our mouths, and mercy me, her hands are EVERYWHERE. I delve deeper into her puss and savagely suck her silky tongue into my ravenous maw. She grows woozy in my arms as the pressure of my suction increases.
After a while, Auntie peels me off her face and, jeepers, she looks hella thirsty!
"Masha, my goodness, you firecracker!"
She attacks the most electric part of my neck with licks and nibbles, and I'm fully swept away by this novel sensation.
"Oh, Auntie! How have we waited so long for this?"
She sits backs and looks upon me with a genuinely wholesome yet no less disarming countenance.
"I've always left the door open for you, princess. All you needed to do is step through it."
Auntie delicately starts undoing the ribbon at the front of my costume.
"You mean I've been holding all the cards this whole time??"
"You're only now awakening to the power you have over me?"
"Do you always answer questions with another question?"
"It's one of the ways I maintain my air of mystery. I thought you liked it."
"I do. I love it." I lean in for a sweet liplock and she loosens the crisscross ribbon closure all the way down to my navel, exposing my bare torso. Aunt Becca pulls out of our kiss to admire my fetchingly flat chest, smooth sternum where my as yet non-existent cleavage will be, my rippling abs muscular from years of dance and gymnastics, and my not quite innie, not quite outie belly button.
"I can't believe we could have been in love like this all these years," I pine. "So much lost time to make up for."
"I don't consider nine years of romantic courtship to be time frittered away. You needed to be ready."
"Ready for what?"
"For this..." Auntie yanks my red devil suit down from my shoulders and off my arms and back, rendering me half-naked, and her desirous mouth pounces on one of my cute, pink nipples.
"Auntie!!!" My high-pitched screeching literally sets off a chorus of dogs howling all across the village. Her tongue is relentless regardless of the racket, treating my sweet little nubs to all the licking, slurping, nibbling, and sucking I need to make me feel like I'm walking on air. Once I notice the ceiling getting closer, I realize I'm doing just that: Auntie's wings are flapping gently making us hover a couple of feet off the ground. Even though she has a firm grip on my waist, I hug her head tightly which only inspires more spirited slobbering.
"Oh, Auntie, you're so passionate!"
After a few more swoops and swirls of her tongue, she momentarily disengages and says, "I just work with what you give me."
She picks up where she left off when I become conscious of a new feeling.
"I think I just came a little. Is it possible to come without being touched down there?"
Auntie's lips release my left nipple.
"It sure is. We have dozens of erogenous zones and female orgasms are primarily emotional at their core."
"I have infinite emotions for you so will there be infinite orgasms?"
"You bet there will. Ready for another? A bigger one?"
I flash a toothy grin and nod wholeheartedly.
"Yes, please!"
Auntie gasps. "Please, she says. Such a polite way to ask me to do something that is anything but polite."
"Oh, really?"
Aunties slowly strips the remainder of my costume away from my slim hips and legs, allowing the garment to fall to the floor.
"Mm-hm. It's quite depraved, I assure you."
"Prove it."
"All in good time. We have a new topic of discussion. Turns out you were wearing something underneath your outfit. Barely."
The item in question is a lacy red thong. I hold Auntie around the neck as she floats us back to the ground.
"You like it?"
She simply purses her lips with raised eyebrows, nodding ever so slightly.
I place my hands on my hips.
"What's this? My Auntie nonplussed? Should I go out and wish upon a star to mark such an irregular occasion?"
"Oh, Masha, don't be tedious. You know we have all the power we need to make all our dreams come true."
"That we do," I smile, slyly.
"You know I've been madly in love with you for your whole entire life so you must grant me a few scant moments of speechlessness."
"Interesting choice of words."
"Show it off for me a little?" Auntie suggests, waving her hand toward the expanse of the living room.
I perform my best possible catwalk to and fro, pausing to appropriately pose. It's amazing how much more confident I feel the less I'm wearing. Of course, the lusty look from my amorous Auntie is the ultimate ego boost.
"Somehow I have an inkling that you're far more aroused than you'd be if I were fully nude."
"And you'd be right."
Pose.
"Why is that, I wonder? You've seen me naked quite often."
"Context is everything. And this...whisper of an undergarment contributes immensely. I didn't know they made such things for girls so young."
Another pose.
"Oh, Auntie, where have you been? They make slutwear for girls of all ages."
"You and I really need to go shopping together more often. Where did you pick up this negligent négligée?"
"Well, this..." I turn my back on my enthralled Auntie and execute a flawless bend and snap, simultaneously snapping my thong strap against my alabaster backside. "...I made myself. Along with the rest of my costume."
"And you ran out of material."
I strut right up to Aunt Becca and stand before her proudly.
"I designed it myself. It came out exactly as intended."
"So talented, my girl is! I could simply plotz!"
"Now...how much longer do you want to see this on me?"
"Another minute or two. And then I want to see you slip them off. Very slowly."
"Very...slowly?" I keep on catwalking a couple of steps back and forth just in front of her.
"Agonizingly slow."
"I believe that can be arranged. Do you want to see me take them off...like this?"
I do a little turn and face my Auntie head on.
"Or..."
I spin 180 degrees into another bend and snap, my fanny ending up just inches from Becca's nose.
"...like that?"
"Definitely that."
I maintain ardent eye contact over my shoulder. "I never would have guessed."
Auntie gasps melodramatically again. "Masha! Just what are you implying?"
"You tell me."
"Do you presume that I, your saintly aunt, have a habit of looking upon you, my cherubic niece, in some lascivious fashion? That I routinely leer at this perfectly rosy and round, firm but soft, mouthwatering, dainty little tushy?"
She lifts a graceful hand as if she's going to touch the object of her desire but thinks better of it.
"Not a habit...a compulsion."
"It's not my fault that you're irresistible. You can start removing those now, by the way."
"I already have."
"Oh, you're good."
With each millimeter my thong comes down, Aunt Becca emits these dear little "eep" sounds. Her facial expression is just as priceless, so open and vulnerable. Once my ass has been laid bare by half, an adorable solitary bead of perspiration weeps from her forehead and descends in synchronous motion with my steadily dropping panties. Auntie's jaw also drops in time with the falling sweat and skivvies. That cute crinkle that she gets when she's particularly thunderstruck forms between her eyebrows.
After what feels like an eternity, my thong is free to let gravity take over and settles around my ankles. I don't believe she has blinked this entire time and I tried my best to keep an innocently seductive smile on my face.
We stay like this for another minute or so before I say, "Now I know what to do when I need you to shut up for a while."
"Oh, you're gonna get it!"
"Finally!"
Auntie grabs me around the thighs and pulls me backwards onto the couch with her. We wrestle comically for several seconds, mainly because I have no clue which way she wants me. I end up, quite literally, upside-down with my feet in the air and my straight back held securely against Becca's warm chest. I'm laughing so much it takes a few heartbeats to become aware of what new impropriety has befallen me.
"Auntie?? Why is your tongue in my butthole???"
"Where else should it be?"
"Uhh...my pussy?"
"Ugh...such a traditionalist! Where's your sense of adventure?"
"Not there! I mean...isn't it...it's just so...IT'S MY ASSHOLE!"
"I know..." she intones in whiny babytalk. "I wish you could see it. So sweet and precious and yummy..."
My dreamy aunt tongue-bathes the dickens out of my anus and now it's my turn for my gasping face to be frozen in time.
"I can stop if it doesn't feel good."
I surprise myself by shouting, "NO!" followed by a stream of giggles. "I'm just...gobsmacked because this is the best feeling I've ever had in my whole life."
Auntie rubs her palms on my thighs. "Oh, princess...isn't it though? This is my favorite thing, too. I can't wait for you to make me feel this way."
"You mean...you'll let me eat your asshole too?"
"Baby, I'll let you do everything. My heart is bursting. This is already the best I've ever felt in my whole life too because you are my most cherished girl in the entire universe."
Her tongue descends upon my butthole and my whole body electrifies.
"Oh, Auntie!"
She dallies in my derriere for a pleasantly long time.
"Mmm...my little niecey-piecey."
"Auntie, don't call me that! I'm not a little kid."
She pouts at me from behind my pussy.
"Well...I guess I'm still a kid, but what does that even mean?"
"It's cute!"
"Yeah, but...'niecely-piecey'? Piece of what?"
"A tasty piece of ass, that's for sure!"
Aunties gnaws my butt cheeks playfully.
"Okay, I'll accept that." Then I mutter under my breath. "Walked right into that one..."
Her moist tongue returns to my rectum with her plump lips added to the equation. She eats me as one would an ice cream cone.
"Oh, Auntie, your lips on my asshole feel so wonderful!"
I watch my lover's already heavy-lidded bedroom eyes fall inebriated to the flavor of my fresh young ass. I reciprocate her pretty blue peepers' loving gaze as my body relaxes into a pliable plaything. My arms languidly lie on the sofa above my head and Auntie's soft mouth lulls me into abstraction. Closing my eyes, my head rolls against my velvety forearm and I luxuriate in the smell of my own skin.
I feel Aunt Becca's rapturous moaning start to reverberate throughout my body and I wonder if I suddenly became more succulent or if my bewitching beauty is the cause of her soulful yearning. I figure out it must be both when her hitherto supple tongue grows super stiff and begins pressing into my pucker.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, beloved Auntie...are you inside me now? Omigosh, you are! I feel your sultry tongue wiggling around in my butthole! This is sooooooooo haaaaaaawwwwwwwt! You are the raunchiest Auntie ever, I love you so much! Heavens to Betsy, there's more? You're going deeper?? How are you filling me up this much? I'm tiny! And how long is your tongue???"
Her tongue is, of course, in no position to answer, but it is in the perfect place to rob me of all rational thought. I'd been keeping my eyes shut in an attempt at a wholly embodied experience, free from the sights of Auntie's ethereal charms and her truly otherworldly angel wings that would surely whisk me away to fairyland, but now this deep anal drilling is having the same hypnotic effect.
A luscious gust of wind wafts over me compelling my eyes to dart open and confirm this isn't part of my nascent hallucination. The reality I behold is far more fantastic than any daydream I could imagine...
Auntie's wings are waving cheerfully, just enough to send puffs of air across my naked skin without achieving lift off. Somehow, the more familiar parts of her anatomy are even more astonishing: Aunt Becca's wide open jaw is clamped over my keister and there seems to be no end to her tongue entering my orifice. And her eyes -- words have not been invented to describe the look they're giving me but suffice it to say her heart is most definitely way up in the clouds.
My opening eyes obviously make her soar even higher for when my gaze meets hers, her bosom heaves and melts against me and her tongue starts slithering back up and out of my asshole.
"Oh, Masha, would you look at that?" Becca's lowest register incants, staring into me with blissed-out, faraway eyes.
"Ah, yes... 'Masha, dahling, you must observe the most obscure place on your body, it is simply divine!' Yeah, I'll get right on that."
Auntie smirks mysteriously.
"Well, there are ways to see it but the spell is rather time consuming. You're right, though...you do taste divine..."
The tip of her tongue tickles my rim which feels like it's gaping mightily. My suspicion is confirmed when Auntie's wings generate a sudden blast of air into the one part of me where the wind has never blown. I shiver out of simultaneous titillation and revulsion.
"I said NOTHING of how my butthole TASTES!!"
"It's an acquired taste worth acquiring, I assure you. And while we're on the subject of tastes I wish to acquire..."
My elevated foot is the next delicacy on Auntie's tasting menu. She traces a trail of warm saliva from my rough, ruddy heel, sniffing along my soft sole, ultimately tonguing between each of my tender toes, suckling them individually then collectively. I can't decide what is the bigger turn on -- the feeling of my dear Aunt making love to my foot or the vision of her infatuated face finally indulging in one of her longest held desires.
"Remind me to send a thank you note to my floozy friends for getting you all of a flutter over their bare feet."
"You're all the foot I need..." Auntie lays broad strokes against the pads of all my toes.
"I thought I knew everything about you but your tongue is UNREAL. So pink and wide and satiny..."
"Have you never watched me eat ice cream?"
"I ALWAYS watch you eat ice cream. You largely use those lush lips of yours and when you do use your tongue it's just the curved tip like this..." I curl my tongue and make baby scooping motions in and out of my mouth.
"I do that? It's so...hot."
"Tell me about it. This is number one on my playlist when I touch myself."
Becca ceases her saturation of my foot and just runs her lips over my moistened big toe.
"I love that you think of me while playing with yourself. I guess you won't be needing to do that as much anymore, huh?"
"Uhh...have you met me? You've grown my libido exponentially and added a hundred new images to my masturbation library in the last hour alone. I'll never NOT be touching myself!"
"Well, then...I have an overdue return..."
Auntie's tongue dives back into my enduringly diliated dillhole and begins banging the bejeebers out of my butt at breakneck speed.
"AUNTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"
There go the dogs all up and down the North Fork again, and even across the Sound in Westchester and Connecticut, probably. My body is wracked with wave upon wave of orgasmic ecstasy and the torrid tongue doesn't let up on me until every last inch of my muscles and nerves are completely spent and my voice is hoarse and raw.
Auntie resurfaces, blushing and giggling.
"Let the whole neighborhood know what we're up to, why doncha?"
"Oh, I will! I'm a loud ass bitch and proud of it!"
She smooches my pulsing posterior.
"How fun are we?"
"So fun!"
Staring into the middle distance between carnality and mundanity, I catch Auntie making eyes at my smooth vulva. Her cheeks flush and she quickly looks away as if she were just busted by the hottest new girl in school that she's too shy to talk to. She clasps her hands in her lap sheepishly as she appears to contemplate the unspeakably lewd things she just did to her young niece.
"Bring me upstairs now, please?"
"Aww, is my little niecey-piecey all tuckered out?"
I shake my head with a glint in my eye.
"I'm going to fuck you silly on my big, beautiful bed like I've always wanted."
"Well! You kiss your Auntie with that mouth?"
"All day and all over."
She nibbles her pinky and titters excitably. I reach up to Auntie.
"Carry me?"
She grabs hold of my underarms to pull me to her chest.
"Not like a child, like a lover."
Auntie stands and slides one arm beneath my knees and the other around my shoulders. I delicately place my hands around her neck and she lifts me effortlessly. My head is woozy from the triple whammy of being upside-down for so long, my intense infatuation with my one true love, and getting rocked with the most explosive orgasm of my young life.
"Will you wear your wings all night?"
"I'm not 'wearing wings', my love, they're a part of me."
"Forever??"
"Mm-hm. They took over a year to conjure."
"But I only told you I was dressing as a devil two months ago."
Becca gives me that kind, knowing look I love so much.
"How much of our future can you see?" I ask. "Did you know this would happen tonight?"
"There are some visions I choose not to look at. I like to be surprised."
"Will you always have wings?"
"Sort of. I can draw them into my body if they get in the way."
"Shame. I wanted to try them on."
Auntie carries me into the foyer and stops at the base of the stairs.
"Hmm...they're tied to my DNA and we share quite a bit of that, so I may be able to transfer them to you temporarily."
"That would be so neat!"
She goes silent for a moment while she finds a power to commune with.
"Okay...ready?"
I nod. "Will it hurt?"
"No...it might tickle. Close your eyes." I do as she asks and Auntie continues, "Goddess Ceridwen, kindly bestow these wings upon my embraced kin so she may know their strength and beauty."
Becca's wings retract into her flesh and reemerge out of my back. I giggle as the feathers tickle my skin. They feel heavy but not as large as Auntie's. Then I feel breeze all around my naked body and upon opening my eyes I realize I'm flying!
"Auntie, this is incredible!!!"
"Oh, Masha, you're really my angel now!"
"Do I look amazing? I feel amazing!"
I flutter across the foyer to hover before the hallway mirror. The wings definitely did know to right-size themselves for my smaller physique but they're no less impressive. My utterly nude, freshly-fucked nine-year-old form adds equal parts perversity and innocence to the imagery. Breathless and overwhelmed, I turn to hug Auntie tight.
"Oh, Auntie..."
She strokes my long, chestnut brown hair soothingly.
"Now the wings may get confused that you're not me in a few hours and will revert back, so don't fly too high."
I float back up above Becca's head. "I'll be sure to stay inside, don't worry."
"And this is not a substitute for learning to fly your broom properly. This is just a fun, occasional alternative."
"I know, I know..." I do a backwards aerial somersault.
"Look at you! You're a natural!"
While circling the chandelier, I fly a little too close, clipping my wing causing me to spin out and crash land to my hands and knees on the stairs. Aunt Becca dashes over to catch me but only arrives in time to console me from behind.
"Oh, darling, are you okay??"
I quiver in her arms.
"Are you laughing or crying?"
"Woo! What a rush!"
Auntie pets me all over in relief.
"You're a daredevil."
"I'm an angel now, Auntie. Try to keep up."
She lies her head on my rump and continues her comforting cuddles.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Almost midnight."
"Plenty of time for bedroom shenanigans. How about you have your way with me on the stairs for a spell?"
She lightly runs her fingernails along my thighs and buttocks.
"You have such a knack for extending the most delicious proposals."
"Oh, I do nothing with my days but dream up a lifetime of...how did you put it? Depravities for us to delight in?"
Becca plants kisses randomly all around my back, booty and bare feet.
"You'll need to plot more far-reaching schemes than that."
"What's that now?"
"You'll see..."
I start singing to distract myself from Auntie's astounding implications: "Where, oh where, will my Auntie's tongue go? Oh, where, oh where will she be?"
A few more kisses later, she settles in to her ultimate destination.
"Oh, Auntie...my asshole again? You're obsessed."
I peacefully lie my head on the carpet and succumb to Auntie's unhurried ass eating.
"Auntie? Is this our life now?"
"Yes, baby. Forever and ever."
"Mmm...good."
And my affectionate Aunt Becca carries on merrily munching my butthole for the better part of an hour.
(to be continued...)
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