Staying with Aunt Cath Pt. 01

"But I don't want to stay with her; I want to live on campus."

The argument had been raging for half an hour but had got nowhere; both sides entrenched in their positions. On the one side, Jenny Archer, 18 years old and starting soon at the University of Sussex in Brighton. On the other side, Cheryl Archer, Jenny's 40 year old mother.

Jenny was 5' 9" tall, athletic and toned. Her shoulder-length blonde hair and pretty face had made her very popular at school; plenty of friends and plenty of suitors wanting to get into her knickers. She'd had a couple of serious boyfriends and had lost her virginity at 17, at a party, to one of them; Andy King. However they had split up as her A Levels had got closer; she was studious and desperate to go to uni; he was the exact opposite; it was inevitable that it would fizzle out.

Cheryl was 5' 10" tall; still lithe and fit, still beautiful, still young at heart. Her and her husband Steve had worked hard to get the nice house on a nice estate near Reading, where they had brought up their two children; Jenny and her younger brother, Michael. Neither Cheryl nor Steve had been to university, a situation which had not only applied to their three siblings but had also applied to all four of their parents.

Now, here was Jenny, the first of the family to attain a place at university; a good one at that; their first choice. Her chosen course was Computing Sciences and she had been offered a guaranteed place provided she achieved the required grades, which she did. The next thing to fix was accommodation.

Hence, the argument.

"We can't afford it, for God's sake. We spent so much on your extra tuition and your sport and everything else. You know I had to take that second job at the hotel for the extra cash but there just isn't enough to pay for halls of residence."

"But my friends are all doing it so I'll have to be left out, missing everything!" Jenny exclaimed.

"All? You mean Clare and Rachel?" Cheryl said, "Look, you'll still see plenty of them, for goodness sake; you'll only be 20 minutes drive away."

"I might as well be in bloody Reading," yelled Jenny, storming out of the kitchen just as her father walked through the front door. She rushed past him, stomping up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Hi Dad, good day?" Steve said, sarcastically, putting down his briefcase. He walked into the kitchen to find his wife sitting at the table, her head in her hands. He kissed her on the top of her head.

"Living quarters?" he asked, knowing the answer before Cheryl spoke.

"She won't listen, Steve." Cheryl answered, looking up at him.

"I know, I know," he replied gently. She stood up and put her arms around him, nuzzling into his neck.

"I'm sorry; not much of an atmosphere to walk into," Cheryl said.

"Don't be silly," he said, pulling her closer, "it's a kids party compared to the office today."

"Oh, bad day?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Not for me," he replied, "but Terry might be looking for another job by tomorrow."

"Oh, God; what's he done now?" she asked.

"He left a folder of papers on the train last month. They found their way to the Telegraph and the story breaks tomorrow." he said, wearily. She stood back, a shocked look on her face.

"Jesus," she exclaimed, "what the hell was in the papers?"

"I don't know and Terry won't tell me but my guess is government stuff. Nothing else that he handles would interest the media."

"Wow, what an idiot." she said. Steve laughed;

"That would be the mildest thing he's been called all day," he said; "The MD called him a cunt."

Cheryl sat back down again.

"Does Sally know?" she asked. Steve shrugged;

"If she doesn't, she will. They have the Telegraph delivered, for Christ's sake. If he isn't telling her right now, it won't just be a new job he's looking for."

They discussed the plight of their friends as Cheryl finished getting dinner. Suddenly, Steve put down the tea-towel he was using.

"I'll go and talk to Jenny," he said. Cheryl looked at him and smiled.

"Thanks, love," she said, "dinner in ten minutes." She moved towards him and kissed him, tenderly.

"Sorry," she said, " I didn't even say hello."

"Oh, hello," he said, laughing. He kissed her and went upstairs.

"Jen, can I come in?" he asked as he knocked on her door.

"Yes, Dad," said a sad voice from inside.

Steve opened the door and walked into Jenny's bedroom, looking round at the order and tidiness; something he knew he wouldn't find in her brother's bedroom next door. He walked over to the bed and kissed Jenny on the head;

"You nearly knocked me for six just now," he said, feigning indignation.

"Sorry," Jenny said, lowering her head.

"It's okay," he said, "I'll live. So; what's going on?"

"It's Mum, she..." Steve held up his hand and interrupted her.

"Hey! This is not on your mother, thank you. It's a joint decision, as well you know. So stop taking it out on her, okay?" He looked at her sternly.

"But it is her!" Jenny roared.

"Enough!" he shouted. Jenny looked shocked. Her Dad hardly ever raised his voice, so she knew to back off.

Steve sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on Jenny's arm.

"Now," he said quietly, "talk to me."

"Dad, I just want to be with my friends. If I stay with Aunty Cath I'll be miles away from everything. I'll miss all the fun, all the stuff that uni is supposed to be about." She could have bitten her tongue as the last words left her lips. Her Dad raised his eyebrows.

"And there was me thinking it was about studying and learning and getting a degree," he said. Jenny knew she had made a huge mistake.

"Listen," Steve said, "you'll be eight miles away and you've got your car. Aunt Cath is a great cook, so you'll be eating properly, rather than out of Maccy D's and Dominos. You'll have peace and quiet to study but still be close enough to have all the fun you want, within reason. This is not about wanting to ruin your adventure; it's about what we can afford."

Jenny knew she'd lost the argument. She looked up at him and nodded. He stood up and kissed her on the head again.

"Now, come down for dinner and give your Mum a kiss," he said. He went back downstairs to the kitchen, Jenny a few steps behind him. As he walked into the kitchen Cheryl turned and he put up his thumb, careful to shield it from Jenny with his body. Jenny walked past her Dad and kissed her Mum on the cheek.

The next few weeks raced by; late Summer was full of sports finals, parties and family barbecues and, before she knew it, the calendar turned over from August to September and uni was just over two weeks away. Jenny was driving down to Brighton to stay with her Aunty Cath for three days to familiarise herself with the town and Cath's house.

Cath was Cheryl's big sister; 45, glamorous and fun, she had been divorced for ten years and lived on her own, just off 'the front' in Brighton. Jenny remembered going there with her parents a few times when she was growing up but they didn't see as much of Cath as they saw of Penny, Cheryl's younger sister. Jenny had often wondered why that was.

Cath had told Jenny to park in her Resident space in front of the house and, as Jenny was reversing in, her Aunt came out to greet her. She had on a button top T-shirt, short denim cut-offs and block-heeled sandals. Her hair was up in a scrunchie with wisps falling across her face. She was tall, like her sisters, and had toned, tanned skin and great legs. Jenny jumped out her car and hugged her Aunt. Cath leaned back, saying;

"Let me look at you, Jen. God, you look great."

"So do you, Aunty," Jenny replied.

"Right; you can stop that straight away, young lady," Cath said, "you're too old to call anyone Aunty and it makes me feel ancient. It's Cath, okay." Jenny smiled and nodded. Cath hugged her closer and kissed her cheek.

"Now, let's get you inside. How was your journey? How's Mum?"

The two of them went into the small house where Jenny could smell something cooking. The house felt warm and cosy and welcoming; Jenny thought it had a good feel about it. She followed Cath upstairs with her bag;

"Bathroom, my room and this is you," Cath said, pushing open the door. The room was smaller than her bedroom at home, Jenny thought; but not by much. There was a single bed, a wardrobe and a desk with a computer on it. Above the bed was a large window which looked out onto the small garden. The room was light and airy; Jenny liked it straight away.

"Sorry but no sea-view, I'm afraid," Cath said, "you'll have to come into my room for that." Jenny put down her bag and sat on the bed.

"It's lovely, Cath," she said.

"Yes, it's a nice room. I use it when friends come and for my bit of writing I do." Cath tailed off as Jenny interrupted,

"I didn't know you wrote," she said, "what kind of stuff?"

"Oh, just bits and pieces for the local paper and some doodling for a book I might write one day," Cath replied. She seemed reticent to talk about it so Jenny didn't pursue it.

"Right, Jenny Archer," Cath said, as if about to make an announcement; "I've waited a long time to ask this; red or white wine?" Jenny laughed, egged on by the look of sheer delight on Cath's face.

"Ooh, white please," Jenny replied.

"Correct answer, as I've only got white in the house!" Cath said, triumphantly.

Jenny followed her back downstairs but not before she had poked her head around Cath's bedroom door. A king size bed, large wardrobe, dressing table and, out of the left hand side of the window, the sea washing up the stoney beach. When she got down to the living room there two huge glasses of wine on the low coffee table and Cath was sitting on the sofa, turned towards the large chair, with her feet up.

Jenny picked up her glass and leaned towards Cath.

"Here's to a good weekend," Jenny toasted, "and a lovely house." She raised her glass and they clinked glasses together, looking at each other as they said 'cheers.'

"Yes, it is a lovely house," she said, "I'm very happy here." There was a pause as they sipped their wine;

"Mind you," Cath continued, "I had to screw Paul's lawyer for every penny I could to get it." She laughed; a lovely, dirty laugh. Jenny grinned.

"I was too young so I don't really remember Paul," she said.

"Lucky bugger!" Cath cried, "I wish I could forget him too." She raised her glass and roared laughing. Jenny laughed too; it was so infectious.

"What happened? Mum wouldn't tell me." Jenny asked. Cath gazed into space, her brow furrowed,

"I wonder why?" she said, as if to herself. She shook her head, as if she was shaking herself back into the room.

"Short version? He had another wife and a kid in the next village; married and everything. Turns out it started a couple of years previous when he got her up the duff. She had her own place so they got married with some false papers or something. He told her he worked away a lot and she was happy with that, once she'd got the sprog she wanted, so it worked fine for a bit. Then, as luck would have it, she and I bumped into each other in a coffee shop. It was crowded so I offered my spare seat to her and the kid. We got talking, talked about husbands a bit and then she took her coat off and she was wearing the jumper I'd just bought him for Christmas." Jenny realised she hadn't closed her mouth for several seconds, but she had to now, to speak.

"How did you know it was his?" she asked, incredulous.

"Stupid twat had given his tart a jumper with his initials on; PSB, Paul Stephen Birch. It was part of the gift, to have it personalised. He loved it; least, he said he did. I went home and drank a bottle of wine, trying to work out all the ways I could be wrong, you know, charity shop or she'd ordered one herself and had the same initials."

"How did you know it wasn't?" Jenny asked.

"We'd had a nice chat so, as I left, I asked her name. 'Karen,' she said. So that was that."

"What did you do?" Jenny asked.

"Followed him one night when he went off to play darts, in the league, every Thursday. He pulled up outside a house and let himself in with a key. I waited a few minutes and knocked on the door. Karen opened it and I said, 'Is my husband there?' And that was that.

"Bloody hell, Cath," Jenny said, "I'm really sorry."

"Don't be," Cath replied, "it's the best thing that could have happened. I got my freedom, a house I love, in a place I love, and time to work out who I am. Don't be sorry."

"Was it horrible at the time?" Jenny asked.

"It wasn't great. I was on my own and it was pretty shit. I had nowhere to go until Penny offered me a room for a few weeks. That turned into six months. I think her and Rob were pretty sick of me by the end but..." She shrugged.

"D'you mind if we talk about something else?" she asked.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, yes, of course." Jenny said, blushing. Cath smiled at her.

"You need to stop apologising so much," Cath said, looking over her glass.

"Yes, sorry," Jenny replied. There was a pause and then they both burst out laughing. Cath got up and took Jenny's glass from her, disappearing into the kitchen. She returned with both glasses filled up. She sat at the end of the sofa and patted the cushion at the other end.

"Come and sit with me," she said. As Jenny got up, Cath swivelled round and drew her knees up under her chin, giving Jenny space to sit at the other end in the same position. Cath indicated for Jenny to stretch her legs out between her and the back of the sofa, while Cath stretched hers out along the edge of the seats. They picked up their glasses and their faces were only four feet apart as they drank.

"That's better, isn't it?" Cath said. Jenny smiled, feeling comfortable and relaxed and safe.

"So, Miss Archer, what about your love life?" Cath teased. Jenny snorted, nearly losing a mouthful of wine.

"Love life?" Jenny replied, "what love life?"

Cath wagged her finger at her niece,

"Now, now; no lying to your Aunty Cath," she said, "I want all the details, sordid or otherwise. In fact, the more sordid the better." Jenny laughed again.

"Well, just a couple of boyfriends really; nothing serious. I went out with Andy for a few months but when my exams got closer he wanted to go out and have fun and I needed to study. So I ended it."

"Good for you," Cath said, "and what was the sex like?" Jenny looked shocked for a moment but the wine had relaxed her family inhibitions enough to loosen her tongue.

"We only did it twice," Jenny replied, "It wasn't anything special."

"That's sad," Cath replied, "was he your first?" Jenny nodded, sipping her wine. Cath grabbed her niece's shin, rubbing her jeans.

"Sorry, love," she said, tenderly, "that's a shame. Your first time should be special but it hardy ever is." They sipped their wine together, alone with their thoughts but so close together.

"Thanks, Cath. That's made me feel heaps better." They both spluttered into their wine and began roaring with laughter. Cath slapped Jenny's leg and said,

"You and me are going to get on great."

The rest of that first evening was a blur of great food, great fun and great wine. By midnight, Jenny was flagging and found her eyes drooping.

"I should go to bed, Cath," she said. Cath grinned, looking at the clock;

"So should I," she said. They cleared away the last glasses and Cath started turning off lights. Jenny climbed the stairs and waited for Cath on the landing. She put out her arms and hugged her Aunt, resting her head on Cath's shoulders.

"Thank you for tonight," she said, "I had a lovely time." Cath kissed her cheek, saying,

"So did I, love. See you in the morning."

Jenny closed the bedroom door behind her and unpacked her bag. She hung up her clothes and began to undress for bed. With her jumper and jeans off she stood in her underwear; a black bra and black knickers. She unhooked the bra and rubbed her breasts to get rid of the stress of the day. She slipped on a baggy T-shirt with Garfield on it and grabbed her toilet-bag, opened the bedroom door and padded to the bathroom.

When she had finished her nighttime regime, she flushed the toilet, turned off the light and unlocked the door before turning right down the landing. As she passed Cath's door she was about to call out 'good night' when something caught her eye. The door was slightly open and there was a flash of red colour as Jenny passed. Curious, she stopped to look. The red flash was a reflection in a mirror and when Jenny looked, she could see her Aunt removing her bra, a red lace bra which was packed tight with her full breasts. The bra was discarded and Jenny was fascinated by Cath's tits. Big, full orbs with prominent nipples, they looked amazing; but what attracted the young woman's attention were the areola. They were huge; a deep, dark brown colour and huge. Suddenly Jenny realised that Cath was looking at her tits in the mirror. Her hands were massaging the orbs, her fingers touching the nipples and then rubbing them to make them even more erect. Cath had her eyes shut and had a sensual look on her face as she played with her tits; a quiet moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Jenny was transfixed by watching her Aunt, transfixed by the woman's beautiful tits.

Cath suddenly opened her eyes and, for a split second Jenny thought she was looking straight at her in the mirror's reflection. Jenny ducked away from the crack in the door and tiptoed back to her room, mortified that she might have been caught spying on her Aunt. Once inside, she got into bed, turned out the light and pulled the duvet up to her ears, closing her eyes tight shut.

Five minutes later Jenny's bedroom door opened and Cath looked in on her niece. All she could see was some blonde hair above the top of the duvet. She smiled to herself and retreated back to her room.

Next morning Jenny woke with that unsettling feeling of not knowing where she was. She lay still, looking up at the ceiling and thinking back to yesterday. Slowly, the events of the day came back to her. She looked around the room and got her bearings. She sat up and was pleasantly surprised to find that she didn't have a headache; Cath's mild nagging about drinking water in between glasses of wine had clearly worked.

She got up and opened the door, listening for signs of life. The first thing which chimed with her was the smell of coffee; Cath was up. Jenny went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth then put her hair up in a ponytail. She went downstairs and found Cath sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and reading her phone.

"Morning," Jenny said, cheerily. Cath looked and smiled.

"Good morning," she said, "how's the head?"

"Fine," Jenny replied, "your nagging paid off." She grinned as she got a cup from the cupboard and poured herself a coffee.

"Nagging?" Cath said, indignantly. "Nagging? I don't nag, young lady; I give considered advice." She grinned back at Jenny who sat opposite at the table.

"It was a lovely night; thank you," Jenny said, sincerely.

"It was; you're good company," Cath said. "Now; I'm off today so I thought we could do the town and I could show you the good cafes and restaurants and you could get a feel for the place. How's that?"

"Sounds good," Jenny replied. "Can I treat you to breakfast somewhere?"

"That would be the perfect start to the day," Cath said. "The best breakfast in town is just around the corner."

"I'll get dressed then," Jenny said, taking her coffee back upstairs with her.

When she came back down, fifteen minutes later, she was greeted by a wolf whistle;

"Look at you," Cath said, "damn, you've got great legs." She walked around Jenny, admiring her outfit.

"Tight crop-top? Check! Block-heeled sandals? Check! Silver drop earrings? Check! And last but by no means least, short skirt to die for? Checkmate!" Cath shouted, triumphantly. Jenny blushed a little;

"Do I look okay?" she asked, nervously.

"Okay? Girl you'll be fighting them off with a stick. Now, let's go or we'll miss breakfast." Cath picked her keys and handbag and they headed out into the warm sunshine.

They arrived at the little cafe to find it busy. Cath was met by the owner, a woman called Frankie, with a kiss on the lips and the promise of a table in two minutes. While they waited, Cath told Jenny about the cafe.

"Frankie was a porn actress until ten years ago when she retired. She and her husband bought this cafe and lived in the flat above until he buggered off with her best friend, who was also in porn. Frankie got the lot and runs it now with her sister. It's a great place, the kind of place that Brighton folk love."

They sat at the table Frankie set up for them and ordered breakfast and coffee. They chatted and laughed and Jenny looked around at the rest of the customers; all below 50 years-old, mostly female and all obviously regulars.

The food was hot and tasty, the coffee was delicious and Frankie was great fun. Jenny made a mental note to make the cafe a regular weekend stop. When Jenny had paid and they were leaving Frankie kissed both of them on the lips and Jenny felt the woman's hand on her arse,

"Jenny, I hope you'll come back. You'll love living with Cath." Frankie said.

"Thanks, Frankie," Jenny said as her Aunt pushed her out of the door. Once outside, Cath said;

"Enjoy that?" Jenny nodded. "Good. She's a good friend and she works hard at that little place. Now, let's give you the dollar tour."

The next couple of hours were spent walking around the town, the beach and up to the marina to give Jenny a picture of the layout and a feel for the town. They bought ice-creams and sat on a bench on the front, enjoying the sunshine.

"So, what do you think of the old town?" Cath asked.

"I think I'm going to be happy here," Jenny replied, slightly surprised at herself that she had reached a decision so quickly.

"That's good to hear," Cath said. She put her hand on Jenny's bare thigh and turned to her niece.

"Now, let's get back. I want a couple of hours topping up the tan in the garden with a glass of wine. Fancy joining me?" Cath asked. Jenny grinned.

"Sounds perfect," she said. She was aware that Cath's fingers were stroking the inside of her thigh but it felt like loving and fun after the morning they'd had.

When they got back to the house, Cath disappeared upstairs while Jenny put away the few bits of shopping they'd bought. She started up the stairs but stopped halfway and stared at her Aunt, standing at the top.

Cath was wearing a white bikini which showed off her bronzed skin beautifully. The top barely kept her tits in place and the shadows produced by their areola were pronounced. The bottom part was cut high on her long legs and shaped sharply into a V between her legs. Jenny realised that she was staring.

"Wow, Cath; you look amazing," she said. Cath grinned down at her;

"Close your mouth, love, or you'll swallow a fly," Cath laughed as she stood aside to let Jenny pass. Jenny turned to watch Cath go down the stairs, transfixed by her arse and the white material which barely covered it.

"See you out there," Cath said as she went into the kitchen.

Jenny went to her room and laid her pink bikini out on the bed. It was more modest than Cath's but it was pretty and showed as much as she wanted. She undressed and put it on, adjusting the material so that it sat between her legs properly and covered her tits adequately. She looked at herself in the mirror and, apart from her pale complexion, she was happy with the way it looked. She peered out of the window to see if Cath was out there and was greeted by the sight of her Aunt spreading a blanket on the grass, her tits wobbling hypnotically with the effort. Jenny picked up her phone and her book and went downstairs.

Cath was lying on the blanket on her back and had put on her sunglasses. Alongside her was a sun-hat. Jenny knelt down and put her phone and book beside her. She stretched out and lay alongside Cath, on her front. On the other side of Cath was a coolbox.

"Let's put some sunscreen on you," Cath said, "you'll burn really quickly with your complexion." Cath sat up and produced a tube of sun cream from under her hat. She got onto her knees and squirted some cream onto her hand, rubbing it in with the other one.

"Okay?" she asked. Jenny nodded. Cath rubbed the cream into Jenny's shoulders, neck and upper back. She stopped and Jenny was aware that her top was being untied. She heard the squirt of the tube and felt Cath's hands on her lower back. Fingers edged along the waistband of her bikini, sliding underneath and around the sides as well. Cath applied more cream to her hands and began to rub Jenny's ankles and calves. Soon she was up to the thighs and stopped to apply more cream. She moved her hands up Jenny's thighs, her fingers reaching the top first. She massaged the top of the left thigh and Jenny let out a small moan.

"Is that nice?" Cath asked quietly.

"Mmm," Jenny replied. Cath started on the right leg and her fingers slid under the pink material a couple of times as she rubbed in the cream. She pressed on the inside of Jenny's thigh, pushing to the side slightly as an indication that she needed easier access to finish the job. Jenny opened her legs by a few inches and Cath's slippery hand slid down her inner thigh. Cath was rubbing the cream into both thighs, her fingers grazing between Jenny's legs occasionally. Jenny moved her hips.

Cath applied more cream and began to rub Jenny's arse, easing her thumbs inside the bikini. Jenny was surprised at how turned on she was and kept her face down so that Cath wouldn't see how much she was blushing.

"How was that?" Cath asked, putting the top back on the tube.

"Good, thank you," Jenny replied. Cath lay back down on her back and said,

"Good; you can do me later."

They chatted and drank wine for a while before Cath said;

"Can you put some cream on me? I'm starting to burn."

"Of course," Jenny replied. She got up and reached over Cath for the sunscreen. She squeezed some onto her hand and rubbed her hands together.

"Start on my neck and work down, love," Cath said.

Jenny began to rub the cream into Cath's neck and shoulders. She put some more on her hands and started on Cath's chest.

"Make sure you do my boobs. I can't have my prize assets burning," Cath said, grinning. Jenny began to rub those beautiful breasts but was nervous about going too near to the edge of the material.

"Get your fingers inside the bra, Jen. Otherwise I'll get marks; go on, don't be shy," Cath said.

Jenny did as she was told and found herself massaging her Aunt's tits, her fingers touching the areola.

"Mmm, that's nice," Cath purred. Jenny giggled, nervously, uncertain of what to say or do. She put more cream onto her hands and started on Cath's stomach. She worked her way down to the bottom half of the bikini and decided that she would approach the white material the way Cath had talked about the bra. She eased her fingers under the waistband, making sure that she covered all of the visible skin, including around the sides. Once she was happy, she applied more cream to her hands and moved down to Cath's ankles.

As she approached the top of the thighs she squeezed out more cream. Now she was nervous; if she slid her fingers under the material it would be inappropriate. She got as close as she dared and Cath opened her legs slightly, inviting Jenny to rub her inner thighs. Jenny found that she couldn't avoid rubbing the material between Cath's legs; the cream was slippery and she couldn't put it on properly without being a bit carefree with it.

Cath was silent.

Jenny decided that she'd covered everywhere and put the top back on the tube. She lay back down on her front and opened her book. She was startled when Cath spoke;

"You've got very good hands," she said, "I don't think I've enjoyed someone creaming me up like that for years." She didn't move and her sunglasses covered her eyes.

"I do it for Mum sometimes," Jenny replied, slightly nervously. Cath smiled.

"I used to do it for her when she was younger," she said, "she was so ticklish." They both giggled at the mental picture.

"Plenty of my friends would pay good money for your hands giving that kind of service," Cath said.

Jenny decided to not say anything as she wasn't sure what Cath meant.

They went back inside when the wine ran out. Cath suggested that Jenny have a shower first while she got dinner. Once she had finished and was back in her room, Jenny heard Cath having her shower. Jenny finished drying herself and put on a pair of white knickers and loose running shorts. She decided not to bother with a bra and pulled on a loose T-shirt. She put her hair up and opened the door to head downstairs. The salad and chicken they had bought that morning was ready on the table so Jenny put out the plates, cutlery and glasses just as Cath was coming down the stairs.

"Oh, thanks love," Cath said, "do you want to do the wine, please?"

Jenny got a bottle of the white wine from the fridge and poured two glasses. The food was delicious and they chatted while they ate. They loaded the dishwasher and took the wine and glasses through to the living room.

Jenny was now completely relaxed in Cath's company so she got onto the sofa in the same position she had the previous night. Cath just had on a baggy T-shirt and when she swing her legs up next to Jenny, her niece got a flash of red knickers. Cath used a small remote control to turn on some music and they talked about their day and family and Brighton. At one point Cath went to get another bottle from the fridge and, when she sat back down and stretched out, her shirt rode up far enough that Jenny could see those red knickers all the time.

"What did you think of Frankie?" Cath asked."

"She was great," Jenny replied, "but I'd never have guessed that she did porn before." Cath smiled,

"Oh she was quite the star for a while but just in this country. She had offers to go to the States but she loved her home-life too much," Cath explained.

"What sort of porn did she do?" Jenny asked. Cath looked at her before answering, as if she was considering how much she should reveal.

"Do you watch porn?" Cath asked. Jenny nodded.

"Usually when I want to get myself off," Jenny replied. Cath was surprised by her openness.

"What's your favourite type?" Cath asked. Jenny was blushing a little but the wine had loosened her tongue;

"I like threesomes in any combination and lesbian the most but sometimes a straight boy/ girl fuck is enough to get me off." Jenny replied.

"Well, Jenny Archer; you are a surprise," Cath laughed, "I didn't have you down as a porn fiend."

Jenny was blushing openly now and said;

"Please don't tell Mum; she'd go crazy." Cath put her hand on Jenny's thigh;

"Hey; no one is saying anything. It can be our secret." Cath began to stroke Jenny's thigh and watched as her niece relaxed.

"Frankie did everything to begin with but, towards the end, once she was married, she just did girls." Cath said. "The money wasn't as good so she decided to get out and they bought the cafe."

"She still looks great," Jenny said. She didn't see Cath raise her eyebrows before answering;

"She does indeed." Cath's hand had wandered up her niece's thigh and her fingers were stroking gently. Jenny could feel her Aunt's touch but she was in such a mellow mood from the wine and the music that the sensuous fingers were just part of the mix.

"Cath, can I ask you a personal question?" Jenny said.

"You can ask, darling; whether I'll answer you is another matter," Cath said.

"Have you ever been with another woman?" Jenny asked nervously, almost in a whisper. There was a long silence; Jenny was aware of the music and the buzz she had from the wine. She was also aware that Cath's moving fingers had stopped. The silence went on for so long that Jenny was worried that she had offended her Aunt, even though Cath's gaze never left Jenny's eyes.

"Yes," whispered Cath.

Jenny had no idea where to go next with the conversation. She wasn't completely surprised; something had been brewing in her mind since she got there; but now it was out and she was nervous about the next few minutes. Eventually it was Cath who broke the silence;

"Why so curious?" Cath asked. Her fingers had restarted their stroking routine. Jenny shrugged.

"No; that's not good enough," Cath said, gently; "you can't ask me that and then clam up." She stared at Jenny, willing her to come clean.

"Sorry, you caught me by surprise," Jenny lied.

"Still not good enough. You wouldn't have asked me a question like that if you didn't have a suspicion about the answer; which means you can't be surprised, eh?" Cath said.

"Guilty as charged," Jenny grinned, hoping to defuse the situation. Cath's face softened.

"So, why so curious?" Cath asked, softly. Jenny didn't know what to say.

"Okay then," Cath said, "let's try a different question; what made you suspect?" Jenny decided that now was not the time to be dishonest or to upset her Aunt. She took a deep breath.

"I think you saw me watching you getting undressed last night and I got the feeling there was more to applying the sun cream this afternoon," Jenny blurted out. Cath grinned at her niece.

"Mmm, a proper Miss Marple," Cath said, "my turn to confess my guilt; to both charges, M'lud."

Jenny looked sheepish and couldn't make eye-contact with her Aunt. Cath, swung her legs off the sofa and shuffled along until their faces were close together.

"Okay, love; why did you want to know? Are you curious for a different reason?" Cath asked, leaning in to hug Jenny to her.

"I've been curious for a while," Jenny whispered; "not about you but about me, or other girls; oh, I don't know." She sounded exasperated.

"Have you done anything about your curiosity? Cath asked. Jenny shook her head.

"Have you ever experimented with a girlfriend, even when you were young?" Cath asked.

"Only kissing with a friend, in my bedroom. I was so scared of getting caught that it was over in a flash."

"Did you like it?" Cath asked, gently. Jenny nodded into Cath's chest, well aware that her Aunt was braless too. Cath hugged her close, stroking her neck and kissing the top of her head. Eventually, she pulled back and Jenny looked up at her.

"Would you like to kiss me?" Cath asked. Jenny's heart leapt, her pulse quickened. She nodded and Cath smiled;

"Sit up then," Cath whispered. Jenny lifted her face up and closed her eyes. Cath leaned down and kissed her niece softly on the lips. She did it again, locking her lips to Jenny's for a few seconds, before breaking the kiss. Jenny opened her eyes.

"Okay?" Cath asked, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from Jenny's face. Jenny nodded.

"Again?" Cath asked. Jenny closed her eyes immediately and puckered up. Cath smiled to herself. This time she kissed with open lips, running her tongue along Jenny's lower lip. Jenny opened her own mouth in response, her tongue seeking out Cath's. They found each other and the kiss instantly became more passionate, Cath changing the angle and opening her mouth wider, Jenny responding by licking Cath's lips and swapping some saliva as she lubricated her partner. Cath broke the kiss, aware that Jenny was becoming a little worked up.

Cath sat back and looked at her niece, considering what to do next. Jenny looked up at her with a pleading in her eyes; she wanted to continue.

"Why don't we go somewhere more comfortable?" Cath said, smiling inwardly at the cliche. Jenny nodded again. Cath stood up and held out her hands, pulling Jenny to her feet. She led her niece to thê bottom of the stairs and started up. Jenny followed, a few steps behind, unable to take her eŷes off Cath's arse, encased in those red knickers.

They sat on the edge of Cath's bed, facing each other. Cath moved that stray strand of blonde hair aside again.

"Now; some rules," Cath said. "We won't do anything you're not comfortable with; you just say and we'll stop, okay?" Jenny nodded again. "We'll go at my pace and no quicker," Cath continued, "I want you to enjoy it, to take everything in, to savour it so that it is special; okay?" Jenny nodded again and Cath laughed;

"You can speak, darling," she said. Jenny laughed too;

"Sorry," Jenny said, "it's a bit overwhelming." Cath held Jenny's shoulders, shaking her playfully.

"Don't let it be," Cath said, "If you can't relax you won't enjoy it and you'll never be sure." Cath winked at her and Jenny laughed.

"Now, get yourself into a comfy position on the bed," Cath said. Jenny scooted up into the middle of the big bed and rearranged the pillows so that she was sitting upright but not at a ninety degree angle. Cath shuffled up next to her, kneeling by her thighs.

"Okay if we pick up where we left off?" Cath asked. Jenny nodded, saying;

"Yes, fine," Jenny said, closing her eyes and pursing her lips in a comical fashion. Cath smiled to herself and leaned in to the kiss. She opened her mouth wide and opened Jenny's mouth with her tongue, forcing herself into her. If Jenny was taken by surprise she soon responded, opening her mouth wide and kissing back passionately. Cath took Jenny's face in her hands and her niece caught her Aunt's tongue in her lips. Cath moaned into her niece's mouth and Jenny became emboldened. Cath broke the kiss and began to lick Jenny's neck, working her way up to her ear. Without warning her tongue slipped into the ear and it was Jenny's turn to moan, the pleasure of the tongue making her shiver. Cath whispered to her;

"You can touch me if you want."

Jenny put her hands on Cath's shoulders, sliding them down onto the bare flesh on her arms. Cath put her hand on Jenny's left breast, rubbing the nipple through the thin t-shirt. Jenny shivered, surprised at how instantly her nipple got hard. She was so turned on. Jenny's right hand moved onto Cath's breast and she squeezed it gently through the t-shirt. She took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rubbed it, once again causing her Aunt to moan with pleasure.

"Mmm, that's nice," Cath said, "I love my tits being touched."

"So do I," Jenny said.

"Ooh, hello, sexy. That's great; tell me what you like," Cath purred, grabbing the bottom of Jenny's t-shirt and lifting it over her head. Jenny lifted her arms to let Cathy take it off and decided to take her opportunity. She followed her Aunt's lead and lifted the t-shirt up. It caught on Cath's big tits; Cath helped her to manoeuvre it up and over her head. They dropped the shirts together onto the floor.

"Oh, you beautiful thing," Cath whispered, staring at Jenny tits, standing high and round and proud on the teenager's chest. She took the right one in her hand, rubbing the end of the nipple with her thumb. Jenny closed her eyes, squirming with pleasure at the touch. She reached out her right hand and put it on the globe in front of her. She couldn't take her eyes off the nipple and areola. Even in the porn she'd watched she'd never seen anything as big. Without thinking, she leant down and took the nipple into her mouth, circling it with her tongue. Cath closed her eyes;

"That's it, they love to be licked and nibbled. Oh, fuck, that's nice," Cath said. She let go of Jenny's nipple and leaned back to enjoy the young girl's mouth on her sensitive tit. She realised that she was getting really turned on and pushed her cunt down into the duvet, grinding her hips and making herself wet.

Jenny was in heaven. She grabbed both tits, squeezing them together and licking them liberally, generating extra saliva and sliding it down her tongue to soak the nipples which she then rubbed with her thumbs, moving the slimy, sticky saliva around the areola.

"Oh, fuck; that's hot," Cath said, feeling so sensual and turned on by what was happening. 'This girl knows what she's doing,' she thought. She let Jenny pleasure her, completely relaxed and comfortable with what was happening. After a few minutes, Jenny lifted her head and looked into Cath's eyes. She had a look of hunger on her face, her eyes aflame.

"I never want to stop sucking your tits," Jenny said, "they're fucking gorgeous."

Cath grinned at the girl in front of her; all inhibitions gone and happy to take the lead in the sex. She kissed Jenny tenderly. Then it was her turn to take the lead. She leant down and poured saliva onto Jenny's right breast, then repeated the action on the left one. Once she was happy they were wet enough she sucked on each of them, hard; pulling the nipple into her mouth and licking the end, letting it slip out of her mouth but grabbing it in her lips before it could disappear completely. It was Jenny's turn to shout;

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried, a sign to Cath that the girl had let herself go completely. She moved her hand down Jenny's flat stomach to the waistband of her shorts. She kept the nipple in her lips as she slid her hand inside the loose shorts, careful to keep them outside of Jenny's knickers... for now.

Jenny followed Cath's lead and ran her hands down her body to the top of her red knickers and her fingers inside, moving them around to the back and just stroking the top of Cath's arse-cleavage; Jenny knew that she herself was sensitive there so was keen to see if it was just her.

It wasn't.

Cath groaned, moving her hips against Jenny's touch. Jenny took one of Cath's nipples into her mouth again and began to ease Cath's knickers down.

Cath wasn't ready for that yet; 'My pace.'

Her fingers found the top of Jenny's slit through her knickers and began to rub, gently. Jenny moaned and leaned back in sensual pleasure. She took her hands out of Cath's knickers and concentrated on enjoying herself.

"That's it," Cath whispered, "just enjoy it; take your time, there's no rush; we've got all night." Jenny leaned forward and kissed Cath passionately as the older woman raised the tempo on her clit.

Cath now slid her hand inside her niece's knickers. She edged it down slowly, noting that Jenny was completely smooth, and found that clit again. As soon as she put her finger on it she felt a shudder go through Jenny's body.

Jenny's anticipation level was sky high as soon as she realised that Cath's finger had lifted the material of her knickers so, when the hand went inside, she could hardly contain herself. She almost ached with expectation for the few seconds it took for Cath to find her clit and, as soon as she touched it, Jenny nearly jumped off the bed. In the midst of the delirious pleasure and whirlwind emotions, Jenny realised that this was the first time someone other than her had found her clit.

Cath slid her finger off the clitoris and down the slit, letting it find its way inside. Jenny was very wet and Cath's finger made a squelching sound as it sought to give pleasure to the young girl. Jenny lifted her hips, trying to open herself up to give Cath more access. Cath fingered Jenny's cunt for several minutes, adding a second digit to increase the friction. Eventually, Jenny couldn't hold back;

"Let it go," Cath said," just try and relax, give in to it; that's it." Jenny began to pant, her breathing reaching a crescendo as she screamed;

"Oh, oh, please, please, I'm coming!" She orgasmed in violent convulsions, grabbing Cath's wrist and pulling it out of her knickers, not letting go until her orgasm had subsided. Cath kissed her face, her cheeks and her neck and then slid her wet fingers into Jenny's mouth, letting her niece, suck on her own juices. As she did, Cath leaned in and whispered into her niece's ear;

"I want to lick you."

Jenny heard the words but didn't quite believe them. This was it; finally she was going to get licked by someone who knew what they're doing; who wanted to give pleasure as much as receive it.

Cath had to admit to herself that she was as turned on as her niece. She'd had several female sexual experiences over the years but none had been this young; this sexy or, she had to admit it, related to her. It was a turn-on; fucking her sister's daughter was a huge turn-on.

"Lift up, sweetie," Cath said, hooking her fingers inside Jenny's shorts. They slid down the girl's long legs easily. Cath looked at Jenny's knickers. They were white with a small red bow at the front; and they were wet. Cath pulled them off to reveal Jenny's pretty shaven cunt.

Cathy lay on her front in between Jenny's legs. She pulled the girl's lips apart and ran her toungue around the inside, making sure to flick the clit with her tongue as she passed. When she was happy, she began to lick inside while rubbing the clit with her nose, something that Frankie had taught her in this very bed, the first time they had fucked.

Jenny was on cloud nine; she kept having to remember to breathe, such was the heightened ecstasy. She would catch her breath and many seconds later, realise that she hadn't breathed back out. She had never felt sensations like it and she never wanted it to end. Over the next twenty minutes she had orgasm after orgasm, climax after climax. Finally, Cath came up for air, her face wet and dripping with Jenny's cunt-juices, licking her lips and around her mouth. Jenny leaned forward, eagerly lapping up her own juice off Cath's face and kissing her at the same time.

"Little lady," Cath said in a terrible American accent, "You have the best tasting pussy I dun ever tasted, damn straight." Jenny hugged her, giggling.

"That was amazing, thank you," she said. She kissed Cath again and then whispered, softly, into her Aunt's ear.

"Can I lick you now?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Cath grinned. They swapped places and it was Jenny's turn to ask her sexual partner to lift her hips. Jenny pulled the red knickers off Cath's legs and examined them.

"They're wet," she said, looking at Cath enquiringly.

"I came while I was eating you out; I found it so erotic," Cath replied.

She settled back on the pillows and offered up her cunt. She spread her own lips so that Jenny could see the structure of her vagina. Jenny was fascinated, touching everywhere and running her finger over the clitoris in curiosity as much as anything. When she was familiar she filled her mouth with saliva and began to lick Cath's cunt. She searched and pressed and licked and nibbled, following Cath's example and rubbing the clit with the bridge of her nose at the same time. Cath whispered encouragement all the time, her voice getting louder as the intensity increased. Soon, Cath was bucking her hips and screaming that she was cumming. She gushed juices onto Jenny's face, climaxing several times and holding her niece's head in place so that the pressure never relaxed.

When she'd calmed down and was holding Jenny in her arms, Cath said;

"That was fucking amazing. Are you sure that was your first time?

"Was it really amazing?" Jenny asked. Cath looked down at Jenny's upturned face.

"Babe, when someone cums in your mouth that much, it was fucking amazing, let me tell you."

They held each other tight for ages, basking in the afterglow of wonderful sex. Eventually Cath looked at the bedside clock.

"It's gone midnight, Jen," she whispered, "do you want to go back to your room or sleep here with me?"

"Here," Jenny said, quietly. They got under the duvet and snuggled down. Cath leaned her head on her upturned hand, looking down at her niece and kissed her face.

"Don't worry, just sleep. We can talk in the morning," Cath said. Jenny nodded, burying her face in Cath's tits. Cath watched her fall asleep before laying down herself. She stared up at the ceiling for ages, trying to work out the consequences of what had just happened, and how she felt about it.

Finally, she gave in to fatigue and fell asleep.

When Jenny woke up she was alone in Cath's big bed. Downstairs she could hear the morning's kitchen noises and smell coffee. The sun was streaming through the blinds in the bedroom and she twisted to look at the bedside radio. Ten o-five.

She jumped out of bed, shocked that she'd slept for ten hours and wondering why Cath hadn't woken her. She went to the bathroom and then to her room, pulling on clean knickers and bra, a t-shirt and shorts, and padded down the stairs.

"Ooh, hello, sleepy head," Cath said, grinning and kissing her on the cheek.

"How long have you been up?" Jenny asked.

"Don't worry, love," Cath said, "I slept in past nine myself." Jenny relaxed.

They had breakfast and coffee together at the table, chatting about what they might do later that day, before Cath poured another coffee each and held Jenny's hands in hers.

"So, what did you think of last night?" she asked.

"It was amazing; everything I wanted it to be," Jenny replied, smiling.

"Good," Cath said, "and what are you thinking this morning?"

"Just nice, warm thoughts. I'm trying not to focus too hard, just letting the experience wash over me. Maybe I'll think about it harder later on," Jenny replied. Cath squeezed her niece's hands.

"That's an incredibly grown up attitude for one so young," Cath said, "I'm really proud of you." They gazed at each other for a moment before Cath continued;

"Listen, my darling. One night of passion with me doesn't mean you're a lesbian or that we're in love or that we're in a relationship. It mustn't change anything about you staying here for university and you mustn't think that you have to sleep in my bed every night or that you lose your independence; nothing like that at all." Jenny nodded, smiling at her Aunt.

"Did you enjoy it too? Jenny asked, timidly. Cath looked her in the eyes and leaned forward to kiss her niece on the lips.

"Honestly? It was the best sex I've had in years," Cath said, quietly. She paused, as if considering whether to go on. Her face settled and she said;

"After the divorce I went off men completely. I had a party here, after a few months and Frankie and I ended up in bed together. She taught me so much in that first night and I woke up thinking that was it; I was going to be a lesbian. Then I made a huge mistake." Cath gripped Jenny's hands a little tighter.

"What did you do?" Jenny asked anxiously.

"I declared my new sexuality to my sisters in a text message," Cath said. Jenny's brow furrowed as she mulled over this bombshell.

"Why was it a huge mistake?" she asked.

"Because I should have explained face to face, in a room, altogether, just the three of us. But I was so stupid and so certain that this was my new life that I thought they would just accept it, without question, and be pleased for me," Cath said.

"And they weren't?" Jenny asked, quietly, starting to piece things together.

"Penny was fine about it. Your Mum? Not so much," Cath said.

"But why?" Jenny shouted, feeling herself getting angry.

"Hold on," Cath said, sternly. "Before you go off half-cocked, let's back up a bit. I was wrong; not just about the way I told them but about what I told them. I was no more a lesbian than they were. One fling doesn't change your sexual orientation for Christ's sake. I still looked at guys and fancied them; I still loved the attention of a man; I still thought about men when I wanked myself. I just didn't want to act on my urges, because of what happened with the divorce. I was a bloody fool and I ruined the relationship with Cheryl for a long time."

"Is that why we stopped coming to see you?" Jenny asked. Cath nodded. There was silence for a while as Jenny churned over the new information in her head; and Cath let her. Suddenly, Jenny blurted out;

"But if Mum thinks you're a lesbian and disapproves then why was she so keen for me to stay with you?"

"She doesn't think I'm a lesbian because I don't think I'm a lesbian. I finally got her to agree to meet me for dinner, a couple of years ago, and I explained how stupid I'd been, and apologised for the way I handled it. She told me that she understood and that she forgave me...."

"But?" Jenny said, "what's the 'but'?"

"It changed our relationship," Cath said, sadly. "I think she lost trust in her big sister which must be a horrible thing to have happen to you. I really let her down and I haven't been able to fully repair that trust. Sure, we're fine on the phone and in the sisters chat group but, it's not quite the same as it was."

"But she must trust you enough to ask you to look after her only daughter for three years?" Jenny declared, looking pleadingly into Cath's eyes.

"I really hope so," Cath continued, "but we'll just have to see, won't we?" She kissed Jenny on the lips.

"Now, I've got some errands to run so why don't you stay here and think about what I've told you, eh?" Cath said. Jenny nodded,

"Okay," she replied.

Once Cath had left, Jenny went out into the garden. She sat on the bench, thinking about last night and Cath and her Mum. Suddenly her phone rang; Mum.

"Hello, Mum," Jenny said, cheerfully.

"Hello, darling, I just wanted to check in as we hadn't heard from you for two days."

Jenny smiled to herself; 'nothing changes,' she thought.

"Sorry; I'm fine," Jenny said, "I'm having a lovely time and Cath is just wonderful."

"Oh, good," Cheryl said, relief in her voice. "And what about Brighton, what do you think of it?"

"I love it, Mum. We spent yesterday just walking around and it's got a lovely feel to it. I really think I'm going to be happy here," Jenny replied.

"Oh, so you've decided then?" Cheryl asked. Jenny could hear the smile in her mother's voice."

"Yes, Mum, I've decided," Jenny said, laughing.

"That's good," Cheryl said, satisfied, "Is Aunty Cath there? Can I have a word?"

"She's popped out. Shall I get her to call you back?" Jenny asked.

"Yes please, love. I'm glad you're having a good time. Give Aunty Cath my love and give us a call later, to tell us what you've been up to."

"Will do, Mum, bye," Jenny said. She ended the call on her phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jenny closed her eyes and let the mid-morning sun warm her as she wallowed in her thoughts. Her mind meandered from last night to Cath, to her Mum and this morning's conversation. When the winding river of her thoughts passed a detail from last night's sex she felt a tingling in her knickers and enjoyed the pleasure of just accepting that she was turned on, without acting on it.

When Cath returned, Jenny told her about the phone call.

"Oh, great," Cath said, "I'll call her later. How was your thinking time?"

"Good, thanks," Jenny replied, "I'm fine with everything and I'm just going to take it all slowly."

Cath nodded and smiled.

"Good. Now, what would you like to do this afternoon," Cath asked.

"I'd like to go out on my own and have a look at the route to the uni and just have a drive around, if that's okay?" Jenny responded.

"Great idea. I've got stuff to do here anyway so, back here for five o'clock?" Cath said. Jenny walked over and hugged her Aunt;

"Thanks, Cath; for everything," she said. Cath kissed her on the forehead;

"See you later, love; take care," she said.

Jenny used the sat-nav in her car to drive out to the university and spent some time driving around, getting her bearings and then taking a different route back to Cath's street. Then she went back by a third route, just to give herself options. She parked up and walked around a few streets local to the halls of residence, sticking her head into the pubs and cafes just to get a feel for them. She liked the area and, although she wouldn't be living there, she knew she'd be happy socialising with her friends.

She drove back to Cath's and parked the car. Cath was in the kitchen and hugged Jenny when she walked in;

"How did you get on?" she asked.

"Fine, thanks," Jenny replied, "I took three routes so I've got plenty of options. Then I had a walk around; I like it, it feels right."

"Good," Cath said, "now, can you finish off the salad and lay the table, love? I'm going to have a quick shower."

"Sure," Jenny replied.

Once she had finished in the kitchen, Jenny went upstairs. Cath had finished her shower and Jenny called out;

"Have I got time for a shower, Cath?"

"Of course," came the muffled reply.

Jenny closed the bathroom door behind her and stripped out of her clothes. She turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the warm water wash over her before she washed herself. When she had finished she dried herself, wrapped a towel around herself and was just picking up her clothes when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," she called out and Cath walked in, her hair up and a towel around her.

"Just checking that you're okay," Cath said. She put her arms around Jenny's neck and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met and Cath opened her mouth, sliding her tongue into Jenny's mouth and enjoying her niece kissing her back. Their tongues entwined and Cath felt Jenny's hands around her waist and then moving up her body. Suddenly, her towel dropped to the floor and her tits rubbed against Jenny's towel, her nipples reacting to the friction immediately.

"Mmm," Cath murmured into Jenny's mouth, "you naughty girl."

Jenny's hands grabbed those beautiful globes and she flicked the nipples with her thumbs, not breaking the kiss as she concentrated on turning the older woman on. She lifted her leg through the split in her towel, parting Cath's legs, and rubbing her thigh into Cath's vagina. She moved her right hand off Cath's left breast and slid her fingers down Cath's belly, over her mound and into her cunt. She parted the lips and found the clitoris; the whole area, just dried from the shower, was getting wet again. She gently pushed two fingers in and up and began to finger Cath's cunt.

Cath was taken by surprise by Jenny's confidence and her knees buckled slightly as her niece's fingers probed her. She regained her balance and began to feel the waves of ecstasy pulse through her body.

"Let it go, Cath," Jenny whispered, "just let me make you cum."

"Oh, fuck, that's hot," Cath grunted, "keep fucking doing that, yes, fuck my cunt with your fingers; thumb my clit; that's it, that's it, yes, yes, YES!" She screamed as Jenny brought her to a climax. Her whole body convulsed and her weight fell onto Jenny's wrist for a second before she pushed up from her knees, her head falling onto her niece's shoulder as her orgasm flooded through her.

Jenny could feel her Aunt's juices dripping down her hand and arm as the orgasm pulsed through Cath's cunt. As she withdrew her fingers, Cath's weight pushed down suddenly and her head landed on Jenny's shoulder for support. Jenny put her arm under Cath's, helping to hold her up for a few moments while the climax subsided.

Slowly, Cath's breathing returned to normal and she looked into Jenny's eyes;

"Fucking hell, Jen; where did that come from?" Cath asked, "that was amazing."

Jenny smiled back;

"I'm not sure," she said, "it just sort of happened. I think I saw it in a porn film but I just did it by instinct, I think."

"Well you keep listening to those instincts because that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had." She kissed her niece, passionately and then smiled at her;

"I'm starving," she said, "let's go and eat." She picked up her towel and they went back to their rooms. Jenny put on a pair of pink boy-shorts, some leggings and a t-shirt, put her hair up and went downstairs. She was slicing a baguette when Cath wrapped her arms around her from behind and kissed her neck, whispering,

"I feel amazing, darling; thank you." She kissed Jenny's lips as they were turned towards her.

"Good," Jenny said.

They ate heartily, enjoying some wine and each other's company. When everything had been cleared away, they moved onto the sofa; Cath sitting lengthways and Jenny sitting in her Aunt's lap with her back against Cath's chest. They talked and laughed and drank and listened to some music. Cath wrapped her niece in her arms, hugging her tight and nuzzling her neck as the music and the wine washed over them. She felt for Jenny's nipple through her t-shirt, finding it and squeezing it gently before taking the breast in her hand and massaging it sensually.

Jenny's head fell back onto Cath's shoulder allowing her Aunt to lick her neck with a long stroke, right up to behind her ear. Jenny shuddered in ecstasy. Cath's free hand found the hem of the t-shirt and slid up inside, stroking Jenny's stomach on it's way up to the teenager's tits. Cath's other hand followed the same course as it's partner until Cath held both tits in her hands. She breathed and whispered into her niece's ear as she squeezed the young girl's tits;

"I loved having your fingers in my cunt; you're so fucking hot and you turn me on so much. I'm going to say 'thank you' by making your cunt dripping wet with my fingers."

Jenny was squirming already but she bucked her hips when Cath's right hand slid inside her knickers and zeroed in on her slit. There was no preamble; Cath's fingers found Jenny's clit and went to work quickly, causing Jenny to let out a squeal of delight. Cath continued to use her thumb on the clit, rubbing and pressing it, while her long fingers slid into Jenny's vagina and got to work. All the while Cath was nibbling Jenny's ear, licking her neck and whispering to her;

"Can you feel my thumb on your clit? Is that turning you on? Oh, yes, you're so wet; your lovely sweet cunt is filling with those hot juices. Would you like to taste them?" Cath asked. Without waiting for an answer, she brought her hand up to Jenny's mouth and fed her fingers to her hot tongue.

Jenny sucked and licked Cath's fingers, filling her mouth with her own juices, tasting her own cunt and running her tongue around Cath's fingers. The cunt-juice leaked from the side of her mouth and Cath licked it from Jenny's face, hungrily, quickly returning her fingers to the source and fingering her niece even more.

Jenny knew she was close to orgasm; she was so turned on and her senses were heightened to a level she'd not experienced before. Cath's fingers worked faster and faster and Jenny had to let her Aunt know what was about to happen;

"I'm going to cum, Cath," she yelled, "please, please; oh fuck!"

Cath's fingers were drowning in Jenny's cum; she kept fingering even as the juices flowed, soaking the girl's knickers. Jenny bucked and jumped in Cath's lap, unable to control herself and never wanting the orgasm to end. Cath moved her left arm up under Jenny's neck, hugging her close and holding her through the convulsions. Gradually, the orgasm subsided.

Jenny turned so that she could shower Cath with kisses.

"I can't believe I'm going home tomorrow; its gone too quick." Jenny said.

"Yes but you'll be back in a couple of weeks," Cath said, "and it will give you time to think about everything. Trust me, the time will fly by."

"Thank you," Jenny whispered, "for everything." She kissed Cath passionately and then fell asleep in her Aunt's arms.