I sat on the high window ledge looking over the panoramic view of the Cornish countryside, not in the least worried that someone might see my nudity. Not that I was that big yet anyway, but that so much had changed since mummy had died a few short weeks ago. I focused on my reflection in the window, seeing the young girl look pensively back at me, her hair tied back from the slender curves of her shoulders, the dark strawberry circles on her nipples puckering as she began to think on what had so recently changed.
I suppose it began with the letter Daddy received, the day before Mummy’s funeral. I noticed it more than the other letters because he got all funny when he saw it. I could only recall Mummy’s death affecting him more and wondered what it was.
“Just a note of condolence from your Granny and Auntie Muriel,” He told me as he hurriedly put the letter away.
I couldn’t remember having ever met either of them and Daddy seemed to get even weirder when I asked why not. He told me it had something to do with them living all the way in Cornwall, but we’ve been further to visit friends. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it so I played with my Cornflakes in the way he hated and smiled in relief when he told me off.
Mummy’s funeral went off well, except that I had to wear my horrid black dress, the one that was too short for me.
“It’s just going to have to do Candy,” he told me that morning as we prepared to leave home, but I just know everyone was waiting for me to flash my knickers. If Mummy had still been there I could have told her about it and she could have tickled me there and made me feel nice. But she wasn’t. Every day I’d do it to myself and try to bring back the nice feelings that mummy could so easily bring on, but it wasn’t the same. I just made myself sore and had to use some cream on my fanny to ease the itch.
I caught Daddy looking at me too, in the car on the way to the church. That made me feel really funny and I had to squirm against the feelings inside me, like those Mummy made me feel in our game together. I wondered what it would be like if he tickled me down there and that made me feel even funnier.
The next day Daddy got a strange phone call. He sounded surprised to hear from whoever it was, then he closed the door and whispered so I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I wondered at the time if it was from Cornwall, because right afterwards he told me we would be going down to visit Grandma and Auntie Muriel where they lived in St Austell.
I remembered my first look at the house. It was as we drove up the winding drive to a flat area in the side of the heavily wooded hill. There stood this old Victorian building with round, red-bricked turrets and large sash windows, tall doors and a large cast iron conservatory. It stood on its own in the middle of this wooded hillside with little secretive paths running through it. I felt then that it would be an exciting place, even without knowing what I know now.
Daddy seemed very nervous as we got out of the car to be greeted by his sister and mother. Yet the pair of women were warm and friendly, giving me cuddles and making me blush with their comments on how lovely I looked and how pretty I was, how I was nearly a woman and all that. I let myself be pampered and couldn’t stop from blushing as they fussed over me.
Auntie Muriel is a lot like Mummy but possibly a little older and a bit prettier. She has a quick and easy smile with eyes that seem to sparkle when she laughs, yet are extremely dark, as is her hair. She touches you a lot when she’s talking to you; on the arm or leg, or to stroke your hair. As we chatted that first evening in their big and old-fashioned sitting room I found I liked it, though Daddy kept jumping, as if she was going to hurt him, which I thought was funny.
Grandma, for all her age, stands very erect and stern, the picture of Victorian adulthood. I was frightened of her at first, but when we met at the car she knelt beside me to cuddle me and softly told me that we were going to have fun together and play al sorts of wonderful games. She squeezed my waist the way mummy sometimes did and it reminded me of our secret game and made me blush. She smiled as if she knew, but I thought that was just my imagination.
She was most put out that we’d not visited before and told Daddy so in strong terms as she and Auntie led us through the house to large bedrooms with views right over to the sea.
I smiled to myself as I realised I had reached up and was softly rolling my little nipples between my fingers, teasing myself as I remembered what I’d seen that evening, my very first in the old house.
Auntie Muriel had shown me my room. It was up one of the broad towers, reached by a short length of stairs and had windows looking out all over the countryside. She left me to unpack, telling me she’d come back for me after a few minutes. Unpacking didn’t take long as Daddy had said we would only be staying a couple of days. When I’d finished unpacking and she still hadn’t returned I opened my door and stepped down the short stairwell to look out on the broad corridor of the second floor.
Towards the end I heard voices coming from behind one of the doors. Like all the doors in the house, this door had a large brass doorknob on a plate, below which sat a huge keyhole edged in more highly polished brass. Hearing Daddy’s mumbled voice along side those of his family, I quietly knelt and put my eye to the hole. My hand flew to my mouth, covering it against the loud gasp I made and I rocked back in utter and total shock.
Seeing it again in my mind I cupped my little breasts and squeezed the firm flesh, licking my lips as my body began to wake to my growing pleasure. I recalled how shocked I had been, yet very interested, and I had quickly returned my eye to the hole again, my hand still covering my mouth. He stood practically right in front of me, side on, his face scarlet and his hands at his side. What was really shocking was that he was totally nude. Not only nude, but with his cock standing stiffly out in front of him. I looked at my father’s lean and fit body, licking my lips as my heart hammered. I’d often seen him in swimming trunks so it was no surprise to me that he was lean and fit, his skin well tanned. But to see his thing, and see it excited, straining even. I became aware of voices and my eyes widened further as Auntie Muriel appeared.
“Mummy is very upset with you Edward,” she was saying, her hand, like a claw, running down Daddy’s chest, through his chest hair and down his belly, slowing as it approached his manhood. It bounded in the air and I was reminded of a little dog bouncing up for the attention of it’s master.
“Please Muriel! It wasn’t my fault. Linda didn’t want her coached!” He gasped, as well he might with his sister’s hand wrapping around his thing and squeezing. I gulped, my mind in a daze.
“What do you want done Mummy?” She asked over her shoulder. My mouth flew open and my eyes widened yet further as Grandma came into view.
“Poor Linda has died, has she not Edward?” She asked softly. Daddy, his teeth gritted against the pain his sister was giving him, nodded. “Then you are released to help us bring sweet Candice into our fold, are you not?” He was asked. I heard my name and understood. Wide eyed and ears straining I waited for his reply. Panting against his sister’s grip he nodded. He nodded! I fell back, my mind in turmoil. I was to be ‘coached’, to be ‘brought into the fold’. I gulped. I had been a complete virgin only moments before. I’d never seen, nor felt, a man’s thing. Now I’d seen my father’s and, secretly, enjoyed seeing it. I cleared my head with a shake as I realised I could be missing more important information and put my eye back to the key hole.
“Poor Edward, denied our love for so long!” His mother was saying. I gulped, watching her stroking my father’s chest with one hand, his long upright cock with the other. Daddy lowered his head and they kissed, not like mother and son, but like lovers, their mouths wide open, their heads turning as they worked their tongues together. And all the while her hand slid back and forth along that long glistening shaft.
“I’m ready,” Auntie Muriel’s voice said off to one side. I strained to see but couldn’t. Grandma released father and smiled maternally at him, watching him where I could not. But I could hear, and heard a mattress creak as Daddy got onto it, then their groans as they did something together. I licked my lips, my heart hammering and my ears burning, a roaring sound within them that failed to mask the slow but increasing rhythm of a bed moving. I wasn’t such a virgin I’d not heard the bed move in Mum and Dad’s room before now. I could hear their growing panting breath, her gasps. I felt myself growing excited, my nipples beginning to swell. I pressed my legs together, trying to deny it while I watched Grandma smiling at them out of my sight. Daddy cried out. “Yes!” I heard Auntie Muriel’s voice cry out triumphantly. I clamped my legs together, shaking as the feeling past through me, breathing deeply as I recovered, my eye glued to the door.
“Welcome back Edward,” Grandma said.
“Thank you Mother,” I heard Daddy reply still a little breathlessly, then saw him appear to kneel at her feet and kiss her hand, his cock softening, dribbling with glistening wetness.
“Come. We mustn’t keep Candice waiting!” She smiled.
I came back to the present, my legs open I gently traced the tender and puffy lips of my pussy, very slowly exciting myself. A warm slippery wetness seemed to magically seep from my pussy in readiness for my finger to spread over my labia. The house was silent, but I knew Daddy was close, probably being prepared by his sister and mother. The thought made my excitement soar and my breath catch.
I remembered back to that first evening, running back to my room to sit on the window box under the large sash window and look over the beautiful view, not really aware of it, or of my quick breathing and flushed skin. I remember I chewed on my nails as I thought of what I’d seen and what they planned for me. Did I want it? I couldn’t say. I didn’t want to say no. Seeing it had excited me and, truth be told, I would have liked to see more. Yet I nothing of sex past the innocent games I played with Mummy. There were so many things I didn’t know the answers to. I bit my lip and chewed my nails and trembled as I heard footsteps approach. Grandma entered and smiled. I tried smiling back, an iron hand around my heart and lungs. Yet I was glad it was her and not daddy. I couldn’t have face daddy after what I’d seen.
“Been kneeling at keyholes have we?” She grinned as she sat beside me. I gasped and looked up at her totally dumbfounded. She chuckled and patted my hand where it lay on my thigh.
“You know, no one ever asks me why they are so large!” She continued to chuckle. I blushed hotly and licked my lips as I wondered how this was going to continue.
“You have questions?” She asked me. I nodded and tried sorting them in my mind.
“Mummy didn’t want me to be a part of this.” I said. She nodded and sighed.
“Edward brought her to us when she was sixteen. A lovely child, so full of life. She took to our little games straight away! But she wanted Edward to herself. So she took him away from us. You were born shortly after,” she reflected, her hand reaching out to stroke my hair softly back from my face.
“Edward loved your mother dearly and followed her principles more closely than ours while she lived. Now he has returned to us, willingly I may add.”
“He and Muriel?” I gulped, my face burning.
“Brother and sister.” She nodded and smiled. “They make a lovely couple. You should see them doing it some time, so perfectly in unison. You know, I’ve never known them not to come together?” She told me proudly.
“You don’t mind them doing it?” I breathed.
“It makes them happy child!” She pointed out. “There is so much pain, anger and sorrow in the world caused by stupid rules!” She sighed. “They take precautions. It would be foolish to bare a child from such an act. But the act itself only builds relationships.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I asked, my heart racing.
“Don’t want to what?” She asked.
“You know, do it, with Daddy,” I blushed
“Ah! Right to the point child!” She smiled again and patted my hand where it lay on my thigh, then sliding her hand passed it to slip between my thighs, gently but insistently pulling one from the other. “What indeed. Would that be out of revulsion for the act, or of him? Or would it be out of nervousness, the unknown, or the fear of pain?” She asked, her eyes on my thighs as she softly stroked the skin between them. I licked my lips, feeling myself begin to open under my knickers and afraid to stop her.
“Could it be the fear of finding you like it too much? Or perhaps the fear of what we may think of you afterwards. Which is it child?” She asked softly, watching me intently.
“I don’t know.” I breathed, my excitement building. It was too late to stop it now, nor did I want to. I wanted to come and licked my lips, wishing I had the courage to tell her so. Her fingers were stroking my inner thighs just below my knickers and I was trembling uncontrollably.
“It’s alright child. Let it flow.” She breathed softly, her mouth close to mine. I moaned. Our lips touched softly together and a surge of excitement swept over me. I cried out into her mouth and held her tightly, my body swept away by my orgasm.
I came to myself and blushed hotly, afraid to look at her. But her hand lifted my chin and held it still until our eyes met.
“You are not lessened by it child, but grow. We all do. There is far more to sex than the man and the woman. There is a power there that is used and shared, that exists at no other time or place. It can only be experienced through physical sex.”
“I think I’d like to learn more.” I admitted, my face warm. She smiled and patted my hand, then left me alone again.
Back in the present I looked down at myself, my fingers holding myself stretched apart, a finger tip pulling at my hood so my little pee sized clitoris would stand out, totally defenceless. I sucked in a fresh breath, the air itself exciting me as it flowed over my sensitive bud. My thumb gently stroked the short and soft hairs that had recently grown above my slit and sent sparks of pleasure into me. Slipping my fingers deeper between my legs I recalled my meeting with Auntie Muriel.
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