Saturday morning dawned bright, with the unseasonably warm weather continuing. I pulled my full-size SUV into my sister’s driveway and Juli practically danced out the front door with a small duffle over her shoulder, blonde hair in a saucy ponytail, a white tank top over a pleated light blue skirt, and sandals on her feet that showed off matching blue toenails. Her mother followed, still in her morning robe, and gave me a hug.
“Thanks for taking Juli under your wing so often, my dear sister,” Melissa said joyfully. “I know she really loves spending time with you, and being a single mom sometimes makes it tough for me to get other things done.”
Juli stood behind her and winked, quickly lifting the front of her skirt to show off just a small scrap of blue fabric between her legs where her panties ought to have been. I hoped my face didn’t flush or my voice quiver when I answered. “Oh, Melissa, you know I do love her and her enthusiasm, and it helps me catch up with all the new things she’s been learning. Our girl is growing up so fast.”
“Isn’t THAT the truth,” my sister shook her head, “Sometimes I just wonder whatever in the world she’s thinking about. But I guess Fantasyland isn’t just for Disney, is it!”
I figured I had best let that conversation end before Juli burst out laughing behind her mom. Instead, she stepped forward, gave her mother a big hug, and hurried to the car.
We loaded Juli’s bag onto the floor of the back seat next to mine, and she hopped into the front beside me.
“I’m thinking that Anita and I will ride in front on our way to the cabin, honey,” I explained as we drove away, “with you and Amy in the next row and Tracy and Kim-Ly in the fold-up seats in the way back… the ones that face backwards instead of forward. It’s a little tight, but they’re the smallest of the group, so I think it will be a fit.”
“Cool,” Juli smiled. “That way I can show Amy what I’ve done.”
She lifted her precious young bottom, pulled her little skirt up to her waist, and spread her knees. I nearly drove off the road when I confirmed what I thought I’d seen in that earlier flash. Most of Tracy’s blue nylon panties were stuffed well inside my foxy niece’s thirteen-year-old pussy, with just a tail showing between her rounded puffy labia. “This way, if I get a chance to play with myself a little before I give them back, I can make sure they’re good and soaked.”
I shook my head in amazement at how Juli had picked up on all the sexual excitement we had shared together, and had made it her own to feel, to love sharing and showing. She slid a bit sideways in her seat, putting her left foot up on the console between us. The tendons stretched tight on each side of her girl pussy, framing it as she used her fingertips to pet the sparse light blonde hairs that decorated her mound.
“You like looking at my little cunt, don’t you, naughty auntie.” She giggled as she spoke, and I could hardly believe the words that came out of her mouth. “I know you can’t watch me very much, ‘cuz you’re driving, but having these panties up inside me is making me feel like I can’t stand it without touching myself. And you know how much it turns me on to be looked at, don’t you!”
I reached over without answering and tugged very gently on the bit of smooth fabric that protruded from her slit. Juli took my hand in hers placed it on her mons, then slid her little fingers underneath so I could feel what she was doing while I drove.
“You can look quick once in a while… but feel me, Aunt Leslie… mmm, I wish so much you could just fuck me right now.”
“There will be plenty of time for that, little one, if I can get you away from Amy and Anita. You seem to be super hot for this weekend! But we’re getting close to their house now, so you’ll have to hurry if you want to do it.” I made a right hand turn, circling a little away from the most direct route.
I felt the movement of her fingers quicken, and glanced to see her other hand up under her tank top. She started muttering the kinds of words I was no longer surprised to hear from her when she was near a climax… “Look, Amy… watch Aunt Leslie help me… fuck… feel me auntie… feel my little tits… feel my wet pussy… ooohhhhhhhh!!” Her hips rose and she used her other hand to press mine down hard on hers as she reached the top of her high. Finally she relaxed and straightened herself out in the seat.
“Well, well, little vixen girl, I didn’t expect that to happen before we even got started on this adventure.”
“I guess I was just so pumped to get going I couldn’t help it,” she croaked, her voice still filled with arousal. “Just couldn’t stop myself.”
“Well I hope you’ll save a bit of that for when we figure out how to approach Tracy… and maybe even her sister,” I answered.
“Oh, I’ve got LOTS of that left, Aunt Leslie, lots.” And with that we pulled into the driveway at Anita’s house.
Amy skipped to the car wearing a short tan skirt and matching sleeveless top, unbuttoned to a spot right between her rounded teen breasts. She clambered into the center of the second row, and both she and Amy put their feet up onto the weekend bags that were stored on the floor there. When Anita had settled into the passenger side, I leaned to give her a kiss, and murmured, “Sorry we’re a bit late, I had to take some extra time because my little minx of a niece just HAD to masturbate on the way over here.”
“NO WAAAY!” Amy screeched and punched Juli in the upper arm, laughing, “C’mon, not for real???”
“These girls must be pretty fired up, Leslie,” Anita returned. “When I went to wake Amy up this morning, I found her spread out on the bed with a pillow under her bottom, furiously rubbing herself with Juli’s panties.”
“Yup… got ’em on,” grinned Amy, tugging up her skirt to show the frilly sleek pink panties that belonged to Juli. She had used a bit of ribbon to tie up the sides, making them look more like a sexy bikini that decorated her bare mound.
“Just ON?” Juli answered, twisting to show Amy and Anita what she’d done. “How about IN?”
“I’ll have to take care of that later!” Amy chuckled, running her fingers lightly over Juli’s pussy lips, pressing the fabric between them a bit. I bet it feels really good!”
“All right, girls,” I warned as I pulled out of the driveway. “You’re going to have to watch yourselves until we have a good idea of how fast we can go with all this.”
It didn’t take us long to get to Tracy’s house, to greet her mother, and then to usher the two young sisters toward the fold-up rear seats of the SUV.
“You girls have a lot of fun, but behave yourselves, okay? You are Miss Leslie’s guests, so you mind her.”
“We will, Mom,” was the reply from Kim-Ly, who quickly jumped into the back. Her mother’s instructions elicited a giggle from Tracy, and she muttered something under her breath as she took her spot.
“Kim-Ly is just like a smaller version of her sister, and every bit as lovely,” I whispered to Anita as we walked back toward the car.
The girl had the same slightly brown but quite light skin, the same shiny black hair and impossibly beautiful large dark eyes. Her legs were slimmer, coltish as they stuck out of her white short-shorts. She wore a thin sleeveless pink knit top, and I could tell that she didn’t have on a bra, more by the lack of a band in back than by much of anything showing in front. It made my stomach flutter to think what might lie underneath.
Tracy wore a flower print short sleeve top with buttons, untucked over dark blue shorts that were also stylishly brief. The outline of her smallish breasts was clear, but not as boldly visible as either Juli’s or Amy’s.
The ride to my cabin lasted the better part of two hours, and since Amy had positioned herself right in the middle of the seat behind us, I could adjust the rear view mirror to see her. With her feet pulled up onto the baggage, all she had to do was spread her knees to give me a view of her fingers casually toying with her pussy, sliding the pink material of the panties back and forth, pressing it inside, letting me see how it darkened with the wetness that flowed. Silently she winked at me in the mirror, and I winked back, licking my lips. Giggling and whispering came from all four of the youngsters as we drove. Anticipation is a wonderful elixir.
Eventually the road turned into a smaller road, then into a gravel road, and finally into a long driveway. My cabin looked familiarly cozy, sheltered by pines most of the way around, but with a sun-washed deck on the lake side. After we’d lugged all the gear inside, I pointed out the three small bedrooms, each with a double bed. Amy and her mom would share one room, Juli and I another, and the two sisters the final one.
“I hope you two don’t mind sleeping in the same bed,” I said to Tracy. “I know it’s rather tight, but it works out nicely for Juli and me.”
“Oh, us too,” Amy grinned with a side to side hug with her mom. “Really, it feels so safe and warm that way.”
Tracy looked at Kim-Ly inquiringly, and the younger girl responded with a broad smile. “It will be fine,” she said. “We share a bedroom at home, so we don’t mind at all.” Even through her tan skin tone, Tracy appeared to blush a little, and nodded.
Everyone gradually emerged after unpacking, and Juli worked at opening up windows while I busied myself in the kitchen. When Anita saw that Juli and I were just in bra and panties, she scurried back and soon she and Amy appeared that way as well. Kim-Ly was wide-eyed when she came out, followed by Tracy, who eyed Juli with a smile. Juli now wore Tracy’s panties on the outside, wetness plainly showing in several dark splotches.
I stepped out of the kitchen, openly displaying my nearly naked adult body. My demi bra and bikini cut panties were both flesh-colored and almost transparent, so my dark thick nipples and my neatly trimmed dark pubic hair clearly showed through. Anita’s heavy fuller breasts swayed in her lace covered lavender bra and matching sheer panties, making it clear that she was shaved bare, but managing to obscure any leaking that might be happening from her nipples. Amy still wore Juli’s bow-tied pink undies, the front triangle of which now fit her in a snug, alluring way. Both girls wore front clasp bras with wide-set straps, showing the top swell of their firm young breasts.
The atmosphere was electric as Tracy and Kim-Ly took in the spectacle.
“It will cool down in a bit, girls,” I offered, “but really, we very often don’t wear a lot on our girls’ club weekends. It’s just us girls, you know, but if you’re uncomfortable…” I intentionally used one hand to lift and roll my left breast, pretending to adjust my bra.
Silence for a moment, then I could see Amy catch Tracy’s eye and cock her head questioningly. Tracy nimbly unbuttoned her blouse, and unzipped her shorts, letting both drop to the floor.
She turned to Kim-Ly. “Okay, sister, let’s see if you’re as ready for an all-girls’ club as you were saying to me last night. I did warn you it might be a little like some of those sleepover things.”
“Yeah, but… I mean, even the grown-ups are…” Kim-Ly blushed, but didn’t back away from me when I stepped over and wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulders.
“There is a lot of love and caring in this room, Kim-Ly, and none of us want you to do anything that doesn’t feel good to you, in whatever way.”
She actually leaned into me and looked around, and then with a soft voice said, “It’s not that, really. I liked doing the sleepover things… you know I did, Tracy, but it’s just… everybody is so much ahead of me… I mean, I would, but I didn’t even bring a bra.”
Juli, bless her naughty insatiable soul, quickly reached up and unhooked her bra, then tossed it onto the pile of Tracy’s clothes.
“So,” she grinned, “who needs one anyway? Really, it feels so free, and more… ummm… together like, to go without.”
Amy followed, ceremoniously baring her firm rounded breasts and twirling her bra overhead before adding it to the pile.
I nearly choked when Tracy did the same, and her smallish cones tipped with dark brown puffy areolae and fully extended bullet nipples came into view. They angled a little to the sides, and looked to me almost like the bottoms of inverted ice cream cones, they were so sharp, with almost as much nipple as breast.
“I’m only an A cup,” she lamented, then smiled, “but I don’t mind showing them, if you all do it.” As she stressed the word ‘all’, Tracy turned her face directly toward me. I melted.
I turned to Kim-Ly, asking her to help. The feel of her young fingers burned on my skin as she unclasped me. I turned to hand her the flimsy bra, my tits settling and jiggling as I passed it to her, feeling her eyes on them as she took the bra from me and dropped it onto the pile.
Bravely, Kim-Ly unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down to the floor. Then she pulled her top over her head, handing it to me and turning to face everyone, her face flushed and radiant.
She dropped her arms, head bowed. At only eleven years old, Kim-Ly’s titties had barely popped. They looked like roundish swollen spots on her chest, capped by dark brown areolae and nipples like her sister.
I put two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to my gaze. “You are a lovely girl, Kim-Ly, and you have nothing to hide here… nothing… can you feel how much we all admire each other? How open we all are with each other in this girls’ club?”
She nodded with a twitch of a smile, and there was a bit of a sparkle in her eye. I noticed that Anita was actually licking her lips, and Amy must have noticed, too.
“Okay, Mom,” Amy giggled, stepping behind Anita to unhook the only remaining bra. Anita shrugged it from her arms, holding it in place a moment with a hand in front, then leaned forward, a bit purposely I thought, which let her very full tits hang and sway as she dropped the frilly garment to the floor.
“What a tease,” I grinned to myself, seeing her look up at us, still bent over so that her beautiful full breasts stretched floorward and almost begged to be fondled.
“Nobody in our family has… I mean, um… looks like that,” Tracy finally broke the silence. “I mean, look at us.” She stood beside her sister.
“You mean nobody in your family has tits like my mom’s?” Amy asked. “You can say it, Tracy. Girls’ club dare. Those are my panties you’re wearing, aren’t they… if you can wear another girl’s panties here, you can say whatever you’re thinking here.”
Tracy actually gulped, then looked right at Amy. “You’re right, they are yours, and I see that Juli’s wearing mine too. So… okay then, girls’ club dare… nobody in my family has beautiful big TITS like your mom does.”
She paused, then continued, “My tits feel so little right now, though. I wish mine were like hers, or like Miss Leslie’s, or even like yours!”
I stepped behind Juli, and reached around under her arms, which she obediently raised to allow my hands to cup her sloping firm tits with the long thin pink nipples.
“Tracy, dear, dear Tracy,” I cooed, “just look at us, standing here only a few feet away from each other, all different, all different shapes, colors, sizes, but each lovely in our own way. That’s what our secret girls’ club is all about… daring to show openly how much we love being in this place where we can do very secret things that make each other feel good, feel loved, and feel beautiful just the way we are.”
My hands gently squeezed and massaged Juli’s tits as I spoke, and she leaned back against me, eyes closed, purring in enjoyment.
“Besides, sweetie, yours are so beautiful in their own way, too. So different from all of ours, and sooo adorable to me.”
“Oh my god, Tracy,” Kim-Ly’s little voice broke out. “You told me some sleepover girls would touch each other, but you never said any moms were there.”
“There weren’t any, ever, meo con,” answered Tracy. “But I think that might be something very special about this girls’ club.”
“Meo con?” I asked, stepping forward and bringing Anita along with me.
Amy moved in as well, and we all closed the circle for a warm group hug, arms around each other’s waists or shoulders, wherever we could reach. With arms spread wide, larger soft adult breasts rubbed against ribs and smaller girl tits, and a moment of quiet passed.
“It means ‘little kitten’ in Vietnamese,” Tracy finally answered, almost in a whisper. “She’s my little kitten, and I want everything to be good for her. You will make it all good for her, won’t you?”
There was a pleading tone in Tracy’s voice, but she stood unashamed, with her sharply pointed nipples pressing outward — appearing to me as if they were pleading for attention themselves.
“Yes, we will make it very good for each other, Tracy,” Anita chimed in. “All so very good.”
Continue on to Chapter 9
