A game to play with the family. (Mel & Tropicallolita)

[Melandrey]

There were a hundred little unspoken rules that surrounded a family gathering hosted by Amanda's older sister and Emily's mother – Sarah. For one everyone had to 'make an effort' and so even though it was the coldest part of winter the shapely blonde had turned up in what she thought was going to be a fairly conservative yet stylish blue dress she had bought for the occasion. It wasn't particularly low cut or tight fitting, but as most of the women in the family knew their rather flattering genetics which more often than not led to rather innocent clothing turning into something which gave a bit of an unintentional display, would have other ideas. Amanda was no exception as narrow hips combined with a toned flat tummy and generously proportioned chest and rear led to that simple dress giving a far more sexual look than intended. At least it didn't really matter, after all these were all family members and nobody would really be paying attention to her body.

At least it wouldn't have mattered at all if Sarah had had the foresight to actually call ahead and tell the younger sister that the heating had stopped working, instead Amanda spent her time before dinner wishing that she'd brought something else to wear instead that would keep her a bit warmer. By the time that everyone was ready for dinner she was all but shivering with her now stiff nipples quite plainly obvious through the dress, a fact which her older brother Tom loudly pointed out for everyone to hear with a laugh – he had always enjoyed teasing her too much. Thankfully not much attention was given to Amanda, these reunions only took place every few years and so the whole family always turned up, and that really meant the whole family. Grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters and children from both sides of the family – all in all it meant that there were far too many people around to actually have a conversation with everyone and instead people ended up talking to whoever ended up seated nearest to them.

In Amanda's case that happened to be both of her siblings and their spouses, though she couldn't help but thinking that she kept seeing Emily, Sarah's younger daughter staring at her a few times during the meal. Well that was probably Tom's fault, after all her bust was pressed up rather firmly to the front of the dress which did nothing to hide the shape of her nipples pressing into it – something which he'd drawn attention to in the first place. Surprising herself the blonde couldn't help but let her eyes wander over what the younger woman was wearing as well, it had perhaps only been two months since she'd seen Emily last but she looked far more grown up now somehow despite only being fifteen. The two of them were too far apart to really have a conversation, but the aunt gave the younger woman a few smiles during the course of the meal and tried to make a little small talk – things like “how are you, Sweetie?” and “Got a boyfriend yet?” with a teasing wink.

The rest of the meal passed without much incident with the exception of a now rather tipsy Tom spilling a glass of water before his wife excused him and took him home. Gradually the flow of people left the house but as always Amanda stayed late, she didn't live very far away after all. Eventually the only people left were Sarah, her husband Jonathan, and two daughters (including Emily) as well as one of Jonathan's brothers, his own wife and seventeen year old daughter – Emily's cousin Kelly. The other group of relatives lived pretty far away and were going to be spending a few nights, but now it was about time for the blonde to leave, something she was actually looking forwards to as it meant being able to get warm. As luck would have it though a snow storm had started and built to little less than a blizzard by the time she opened the front door to leave, there was no way she'd be able to drive home in that. Sarah of course offered to give her a place for a night but explained it would mean sharing with Emily, well, it was better than dying in a car crash and so Amanda agreed as long as Emily did.

“Emily?” The girl's mother called upstairs, expecting that any teenager would be away in her own room by now. “Can you come down for a moment? We need to sort something out”.

 

[tropicallolita]

For Emily, a family reunion meant having ten to twelve people asking her if she had a boyfriend, if she would be heading to Yale like her father and then every other variation on whether or not she had a boyfriend. And then there were annoying cousins. It wasn’t really her favorite time in the year, except she got to see some of her favorite relatives, like her Aunt Amanda and her cousin Kelly.
Emily loved this time of winter, and even the fact that their heater was broken didn’t dampen her passion. Kelly would be around for a few days and she was looking forward to go skiing with her cousin.

Emily was a sophomore in high-school, and if only she didn’t have to keep her academics up in the hopes of getting into an Ivy, she would throw herself into her teams. She had always been especially good in anything athletic, but to make it into the Varsity Swimming Team during the Freshman Year had been an absolute shock to most anyone but herself. She knew she could swim on that level, she didn’t need to be told she was good enough for professional athletics. But she knew the thought of her attending any non-Ivy school on a sports’ scholarship didn’t sit well with her parents. Especially because she seemed to have such a talent for Mathematics, and they didn’t want her to waste that for a career as short-lived and poised for frustrations as professional sport.

Deep down, she knew they just wanted to protect her, but she still found their meddling borderline criminal. And it wasn’t like she could use the time not spent becoming an Olympic hopeful into having a social life either, because that was strictly prohibited. So, she loved Kelly, not just because Kelly understood her, but because when they were together they had an easier time sneaking around.

She didn’t really do anything, though. She just couldn’t see the appeal in boys, in all honesty. Ever since she had had an unfortunate body growth – she didn’t definitively couldn’t win any gold medals now –, with her mother and aunt’s traits finally coming out, she had attracted a lot of attention. Guys flirted with her all the time, but she simply didn’t feel swoony and lovesick like the rest of the girls she knew. So, she let Kelly do her thing and enjoyed the freedom to maybe do something more adult, but that was it.

Emily was separating her skiing clothes when her mother called her down. She put her things down in a chair and went to check what seemed so urgent to her mother. She saw her aunt Amanda still standing there, which was strange and frowned.

“There is a storm right now and your aunt Amanda is stuck for the night. Do you mind sharing your bedroom?”

Emily shrugged and shook her head. “Of course not.” She had a big bed, they could share without a problem. Besides, with her aunt here maybe she could get away with staying up late to watch a movie. “C’mon up, aunt Amanda, and I’ll help you settle down,” she completed with a smile.

 

[Melandrey]

When her sister called upstairs Amanda was half expecting a few rounds of shouting with things like 'Why, what do you want Mom?' and 'Why can't I talk from up here?' instead of Emily just doing as she was told. Weren't teenagers supposedly prone to doing that sort of thing? Well, the blonde certainly had done things like that herself, she was something of an outsider when it came to the family tradition of being a perfect exemplification of a model child. Oh she'd bucked to peer pressure in the end and gone to university (albeit in Manchester, England, to get away from the nagging for a while) for a medical degree – which in the end she'd never even used except for a stepping stone for a one year course in chiropractics, but she was still seen as something as an outsider by her parents who didn't quite approve. Still it was good to see that her youngest niece was more or less on the right tracks, Amanda wouldn't have relished spending the night with a stroppy teenager.

“Thanks sweetie” the older woman said with a cheery tone and smile, pulling the girl into a bit of a side-hug when she agreed. “the floor didn't exactly sound comfortable”. She noticed that she was still a couple of inches taller than Emily, but then again she was only fifteen and might still grow a little more. This close it was even easier to realize what a strikingly beautiful young woman she was growing into, and as much as she hated to think about it in those terms especially given the age and relationship with the girl was actually quite attractive to her. That odd idea coming into her head coupling with the sneaking suspicion that (like herself) her niece was far more interested in girls due to the ack of a boyfriend despite her looks as well as the fact that they were going to be sharing a bed... well, it would have been enough to make Amanda blush if this house wasn't so damned cold!

Given that by the way they were standing Amanda was the one closer to the stairs now she slipped up first after the young woman made the offer, blissfully not paying attention to how walking up right in front of her niece like that would probably give her a sterling view of the older woman's rear pulled tight against that dress of hers. Her own thoughts were slightly occupied elsewhere, specifically by the way that Emily had offered to help her 'settle in'. Well the blonde had not been expecting to spend the night here and so had nothing with which she could settle in, indeed all she had was her handbag, which was downstairs now, and the dress she was wearing – though there was no way she'd be able to sleep in that. Anything of Emily's would probably be a bit too small and uncomfortable for Amanda, so that probably meant that she was going to have to sleep naked except for the panties she wore, would the girl have been so eager to make the offer to share her bed if she'd known that little detail right away?

At the top of the stairs the older woman stepped to one side and excused herself “I've forgotten which room in yours honey” and waited for the girl to show her in. She remembered exactly which room it was of course, but it just seemed polite to let her niece be the one to actually go in first given that it was her room.

 

[tropicallolita]

“Thanks sweetie, the floor didn't exactly sound comfortable.”

“No problem, Aunt Amanda.” Emily answered sweetly, leaning into the half-hug a little. She might have needed to force the courteous behavior with some other relative, but Amanda was pleasant enough. Besides, she smelled nice, so it wasn’t like they would have a problem sharing a bed.
Emily shook those thoughts out of her head, because she was sure they were weird thoughts to have about her mother’s sister. She was thankful Amanda had taken the lead up the stairs because she might be blushing.

She looked up to assure herself that her aunt was clueless, but that thought was quickly lost to hypnotic sight that was Amanda’s shapely behind in that dress, with the motion to climb the steps. She was actually under the impression that the house had suddenly become a bit warmer, but she allowed herself to fall behind a little just in case she was wrong.
She needed to get her act together. It wasn’t like her to embarrass herself in front of an adult, or anybody for that matter, because of improper thoughts. In fact, she was the champion of perfectly proper, and total blasé feelings towards most human beings. She intended to keep that track record.

She didn’t have much a window of time, however, as her aunt parked herself at the top of the stairs and asked for directions. Emily righted herself and smiled that nice-girl smile of hers while she climbed the last steps and lead the way down the hallway. Her room was the last one; it was also probably the nicest. Everybody pretended they didn’t know the reason for the room arrangement, but the truth was her parents were more than a little paranoid.

They had kept the suite right next to the stairs; that way they could hear anybody – namely her sister – walk in or out. Cecelia got the one right next to theirs, of course. Emily had gotten the bigger room and the one with all the privacy, because she wasn’t deemed someone who needed to be somewhere she could be heard, and because they thought she wasn’t likely to sneak out and in through the vines. Honestly, she thought it was quite pathetic for everybody involved that it had come to this. Especially because there was a whole other side of the house that was used ‘just for guests’.

She guided Amanda into her room, which was perfectly organized. Her mother had pestered Cece and her for weeks over this. She had a Queen sized bed and her space had been decorated in navy blue and gold, which she was very proud of. She had felt quite sophisticated picking a new décor when she turned 15.

“Make yourself comfortable, Aunt Amanda.” She said pointing to her golden chair and picking her ski clothes from it and putting it aside. She went into her walk in and picked an extra pillow and extra blankets and deposited onto the bed. She bit her lip in concentration and addressed Amanda “So, there is an extra tooth brush under the sink, and I can get you a towel if you want to take a shower. Anything else that I can get you?”​

 

[Melandrey]

This was the first time that Amanda had seen her niece's room since it had been redecorated and to be honest she wasn't much of a fan of gold, her home was in more of a modern style with black, white an chrome furniture. But hell, she wasn't here to judge the aesthetics of the room, all she really cared about was the fact that bed looked invitingly soft and warm. Well it sounded like from that offer to sit that sleeping wasn't on the agenda right away, then again Emily was a teenager so wasn't it her god given right to stay up till impossibly late hours and then sleep till noon? “Thanks sweetie” the older woman offered with a smile as she took the seat as suggested, noticing the skiing clothes and working out that the girl was probably thinking up plans to make use of the snow already. It had been too long since Amanda herself had done something like that, but she didn't have any of that type of clothing here herself and the last thing a fifteen year old probably wanted was to go out with her aunt at twice her age.

It was for that reason she didn't mention it now, by the time the aunt was in her thirtieth year she knew better than to prompt what might be a sympathy invitation. Instead she focused on the second part of what Emily had offered and agreed “A towel would be great sweetie, thanks, I'm a morning shower person but I might end up leaving early if the storm stops so there's no need to wake you”. Despite having only just sat down Amanda stood again and prompted “I think I'm going to clean my teeth and probably get an early night just in case that does happen... well, I guess you can't really call it early at this point” she admitted with a chuckle, and made her way into the bathroom to clean her teeth with that spare toothbrush.

Of course there was still the pressing question of sleeping more or less in the nude which weighed on the Aunt's mind, and as she brushed her teeth her mind couldn't help but supply images that were far from innocent about her holding her niece while they slept in that state of undress. This time though she didn't push the thoughts away as quickly as last time, there was a part of the blonde which enjoyed the thought of it and she was just a little ashamed to admit that... though not ashamed enough to actually stop. Once done with her oral grooming the older woman came back into the bedroom where no doubt Emily would be back by now and waited to hear what was going to happen in terms of sleeping arrangements – after all it was her room so her rules as far as the aunt

 

[tropicallolita]

Emily waited until her aunt went into the bathroom to deflate a little bit. It was obvious Amanda was tired and just wanted to go to bed so that she could leave as soon as possible, so Emily wasn’t going to inconvenience her by insisting they watched a movie or anything like that. Amanda was an adult, a gorgeous grown woman at that, so Emily guessed she probably had better plans to stick around their house with a bunch of annoying relatives. Emily couldn’t even imagine being independent and having your own set of incredibly interesting things to do. Probably things involving a guy, too.

She grabbed a clean towel from the guest bathroom for Amanda and set it by the chair. She realized though that Amanda didn’t have any bags and probably had nothing to wear to bed. Emily went through her closet, but every pair of PJs she had would be too small on her Aunt’s. She was sure Amanda wouldn’t want to sleep in her underwear, it was so cold. Though, of course, she could offer some human warmth.

Emily shook herself again; since when did she have these suggestive thoughts? And about blood relatives, no less? She was seriously losing it, she probably needed to study less. Her brain might be spiraling. She had a better idea, check with Cece; though she was a total bitch about lending her things and would probably refuse unless Emily got their mother involved. She wasn’t looking forward to that, so she waited until Amanda left the bathroom, and took the time to get the bed all ready for them.

“Aunt Amanda,” she turned when she heard the door open, “do you want me to try and get you something to wear from Cece? I can also maybe get a shirt from dad…”​

 

[Melandrey]

Even as Emily finished speaking the lights in the hallway outsider flicked off and her mother called "Goodnight!" to anyone who might be listening, well that probably meant that everyone was in bed now and it was too late to be going about finding something for Amanda to wear without putting the lights back on and irritating everybody. "No that's okay sweetie, I guess it won't really matter once I'm under the duvet and you put the bedroom light out since neither of us will be able to see anything. Thanks for offering though". The older woman's voice stayed in its easy tone, but despite that there was a just a little hint of uneasiness creeping into her mind. The last time Amanda had been as undressed as she was about to be in bed with another woman sleeping was the last thing on either of their minds; whether she liked it or not the similarities between the two situations were making those thoughts rise up again now.

"Best get it over with then, not much sense talking about sleep all night then standing here, huh?" the aunt prompted with what she hoped was an easy smile, hoping that the soft blush that had finally worked into her cheeks despite the cold was not showing. She considered that little hint enough of a warning though and the blonde turned so that she was facing away from her niece, fully aware that this was probably the closest thing that she was going to get to any privacy. As far as Amanda was concerned there wasn't really an easy or dignified way to remove a dress like the one she was wearing, but still she found it odd that that was the main reason why it would make her feel uncomfortable to have the younger woman watching - not the fact that it would involve a relative seeing her mostly naked. The zipper on the back of the dress came down easily without help, thankfully, having to ask Emily to lend a hand would have been one of the select few ways that this could have actually been more embarrassing.

The fears not being dignified while undressing proved to be well founded, as the blonde slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress down she had to bend over quite a lot to get it truly off and step out of it. Granted it wasn't a huge problem, but given that she was only wearing a slightly sheer black thong and had a young relative standing right behind her it felt just about as awkward as a situation could get. Hell, Amanda didn't even know if her niece was watching, she probably had no desire to watch a thirty year old woman bending over with an almost bare ass like that. It wouldn't matter to her that the older woman had an ass which most people would describe as heart shaped curvy and very squeezable, because if Emily was a good girl she wouldn't even be watching, right? The heels that the older woman had been wearing came off next and she picked everything up, folding the dress and setting it on the back of the chair she'd just stoop up from.

It was only at that point that she turned round and looked towards the bed, there was of course something that they had both forgotten which stopped her from getting in and covering herself up right away. "Which side of the bed is yours honey?" Amanda asked, fairly certain that the blush in her cheeks was now getting brighter as she stood bare chested - her natural D-cups on full display and only showing the first signs of sitting a little lower on her chest due to gravity. Like the rest of her the skin was just slightly tanned, the nipples in the center with only small areola just a slightly darker shade but with now undeniably stiff nipples in the center. If her niece looked or even noticed that then hopefully it would be put down to the cold, but at this point Amanda herself wasn't quite so sure.

 

[tropicallolita]

Her mom threw a curve ball to Emily’s admittedly already flawed plan by just shooing everyone to bed in her typical fashion. Emily of course knew that nobody really took her mother’s bed curfew seriously, not even her father, but it made the moment awkward enough and before she could dismiss her mother’s attitude, Amanda had already brushed her request off. Emily honestly hoped she wouldn’t be uncomfortable, and she was torn between offering to go get her something anyways or just let it slide not to make things anymore weird.

However, Amanda made the choice for her by turning around and starting to undress. Emily just stood there for a couple of seconds, honestly not knowing what to do. It wasn’t that she minded that Amanda was taking her clothes off in front of her, it was that she had an inkling she probably should avert her eyes and find something to do instead of ogling like a creep. So, she tried. She flipped through the book that was in her bedside table. She stared at the ground. In the end, though, her eyes kept coming back to Amanda’s curvy body, her flawless skin. Emily knew that she was staring because she was envy of Amanda’s beauty – she had a low self-esteem and she tended to stare at women like that, she had realized a little while ago. But she knew it was very wrong to have such feelings for her mother’s sister, her very nice aunt who had always been sweet to her. Those were bad feelings and she needed to shut them off.

Emily gripped her left arm with her right hand and used all of her willpower to train her gaze on the ground. Her aunt deserved privacy and safety inside their house – she was family and she would have expected as much, not for Emily to notice the perfectly round shape of her ass with an obsessive attention and covet it like someone who had one of those mental illness that turned into serial killing. She wished for a second she could be cool, comment and play and turn her uneasiness into amusement like Cece always could. But she didn’t have the snide tongue or the confidence Cece possessed. So she just avoided, quietly, in her special manner, doing anything that could be considered offensive.

"Which side of the bed is yours honey?"

Emily hadn’t counted on Amanda directly addressing her. She knew she had to face her Aunt, or Amanda would definitively know that something was up and she would get grilled for answers she wasn’t keen on giving. She raised her head and concentrated on looking as innocent and pleasant as everyone deemed her to be. She was the role model in the family as far as youth went; she had always behaved politely and treated grown ups appropriately and been noted by her impeccable manners. She couldn’t let that slip from her now.

Nevertheless, her mind took a second to remember what exactly she had been asked when her eyes landed square on her Aunt’s bare chest. There was nothing there Emily should have been envy of. By her accounts, her breasts looked exact the same size and shape as Amanda’s, if they weren’t slightly bigger. Amanda was tanned and perfect though, which Emily could never be. She was so pale she was practically a ghost, but some of her friends insisted boys dig the perfect porcelain skin and light rose areola thing. She didn’t. And she covered her chest in what she knew was a very self-conscious gesture, before replying to her aunt.

“I sleep on the right. You can have the left, Auntie Amanda.” She closed her eyes and scolded herself. Auntie? Where had that come from? She wasn’t five anymore.

She smiled at her Aunt and then rushed back into her walk-in. She left Amanda to herself, and grabbed a pair of flannel pajamas, and then slid into her bathroom. She didn’t usually take a shower before bed when it was this cold, but once she took off her jeans, she realized her panties were wet. She blushed furiously, knowing exactly what that was supposed to be and not knowing what to think. So she just turned on the scalding water, pinned her hair back and jumped under it. She closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths as the warm water and jasmine scented soap involved her, creating a bubble of relaxation. At least, on the outside, things were helpful.

On the inside, her head didn’t want to be deterred as it accused her of being some terrible perv. Still, she had to remind herself, it wasn’t the first time this happened. Though the last time hadn’t been any less embarrassing, she had read on the internet and understood it was just a physical reaction, nothing more. The last time, though, she had allowed Cece to shave her bare. Her sister insisted that now that she was all grown up and attracting looks, she needed to groom her pussy because boys didn’t like hair. Emily wasn’t sure she cared that much what boys preferred and she suspected Cece had in her mind to mess with her out of jealously, because she had turned out more like her father’s family, skinny and flat. She was still beautiful and popular, but there were few things Cece resented more than being overlooked for somebody else. And with her breasts almost exploding out of any shirt she wore, it was hard for Emily not to have people looking. So she was almost sure the way Cece had touched her pussy had been purposefully teasing, to provoke a situation for the mocking tone that had followed.

This… she hadn’t been touched. She couldn’t understand. Maybe there was some circuit in her brain that was a little broken. Or maybe she was just attracted to Amanda. She swallowed hard and decided to climb out of the shower and stop thinking. Thinking wasn’t helping at all. She would still have to share a bed with Amanda. Her Aunt was nice though and she was sure she was mature enough not to act like Cece if she noticed anything. And tomorrow she would be gone and Emily could pretend nothing had happened. She dried herself quickly and noticing she had forgotten a new pair of panties, she just decided to go without and finished getting ready for bed.

Amanda was already under the covers when she reached the room, so she steeled herself and climbed onto the bed too. “Goodnight, Aunt Amanda,” she whispered before clicking the lights off.​

 

[Melandrey]

Of course Amanda did notice her young niece looking at her that way, it was hard not to notice when someone stared at your breasts when you'd gotten used to it for most of your adult life. She didn't blame the girl or get upset though, it was a perfectly natural reaction when being presented with that view, and in hindsight it probably would have been prudent for the older woman to cover herself up with her arms as she turned around. It was too late now though, that might draw attention to the fact that emily had been caught letting her eyes wander, and the last thing any of them needed right now was an awkward night. It didn't paticualraly bother Amanda anyway, she had to admit that if the situation was reversed she would probably have done the exact same thing.

“Sure, left hand side it is then” the blonde offered with a smile which felt just a little shaky, hopefully it didn't look that way. The left hand side of the bed would not have been the aunt's first choice, typically she slept on the right, she didn't know why but it was always far, far easier to sleep that way. But this was neither her house, nor her room, so she respected that it was Emily's choice and not hers. She hadn't even registered that she had been called auntie instead of aunt, the former was what she had always called her own relatives and so both sounded right to her ears. The smile did fade a little when the younger woman left the room though.

Had Emily really just stayed in the room and waited while the other woman got changed, then the moment she finished decide to leave and give her some privacy? This whole thing could have been avoided if they just got changed in different rooms at the same time! With a shake of her head and a bit of a sigh the blonde got into bed and turned the lamp that was on her bedside table off, right away it felt odd to be on the 'wrong' side of the bed and try as she might a comfortable position was not coming any time soon. By the time the younger woman was back in the room again in her pyjamas the only half decent position that her aunt has found was to lay on her side facing towards the other woman's side of the bed.

“Thanks again for letting me sleep in here Honey” the blonde murmured with a sleepy tone that she didn't have to fake, a slight smile ghosting her lips at the sight of her niece in those flannel pyjamas. They made her look cute and a bit younger than she actually was, even if they couldn't really hide the shape of her bust. Amanda waited for the younger woman to get into bed, hopefully not face to face, before she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep on the 'wrong' side of the bed.

 

[tropicallolita]

“Thanks again for letting me sleep in here Honey”.

“Oh, it’s not problem at all, Aunt Amanda,” Emily responded before giving Amanda a peck on the cheek and turning around. She hoped she had been able to normalize things in regards to their relationship as she made her way under the covers. This was her aunt and she didn’t want to ruin their good relationship by being a weird stupid little girl with an apparent lack of normal filters when it came to being physical attraction. On the other hand, her humiliating reaction to Amanda’s body might explain her indifference towards boys.

She was determined to keep that to herself though. Wasn’t this the type of thing you waited until college to ‘explore’? She could be adventurous all that she wanted in Yale. Before that, she would try and forget any of this and focus on her academics and her sports.

It was a bit hard to avoid thinking about it though when she could feel Amanda’s breath on the back of her neck and it was giving her goosebumps. She could feel Amanda’s warmth, her presence and there was something building inside her again. She tensed and pressed her legs together, really regretting the fact that she was wearing no underwear now, and closed her eyes, trying really hard to doze off and put all of this out of her mind.​

 

[Melandrey]

What might have seemed like an innocent peck on the cheek to Emily was a lot more to Amanda, it was difficult to think of it in that easy way when she was naked... there was also that fact that during the closeness of their bodies the girls top had rubbed against the older woman's stiff and sensitive nipple and sent a little shiver of pleasant sensation running through her. ”It's just the cold playing tricks on your body, that's why it felt that way” the aunt told herself silently in her head, only half sure that she was telling herself the truth. It would have been comforting if a little awkward to know that younger woman on the other side of the bed was having such similar thoughts, but of course since neither of them had spoken it aloud and were doing their best to hide things they were in blissful ignorance.

“Night night Honey” Amanda murmured as she closed her eyes and tried to push several mental images involving Emily and her own breasts aside, fighting the temptation to lean over and give her a kiss in return as a way of trying to recreate that touch. For the next fifteen minutes or so she lay there with eyes closed and steady breathing, unaware of the fact that her niece was close enough to actually feel it on the back of her neck, but while Emily might have been warm the older woman was far from it. In her state of undress coupled with the fact that any and all heating in the house was broken she was actually starting to shiver a little by now. In fact the only part of Amanda that was warm was the shaved pussy between her legs, kept hot and slightly damp by the inappropriate images that kept flooding her untaxed and restful mind.

Would it be really so bad just to get a little bit of satisfaction tonight and just enjoy the physical contact between herself and Emily? After all she had the perfect excuse and wouldn't even have to lie about it, the young woman wouldn't have a clue about her real motives. Well in any case it seemed a hell of a lot more fun than spending the entire night freezing cold and laying awake because of how turned on she was! “Emily, sweetie?” the older woman asked in a near whisper, not wanting to wake the girl if she had drifted off to sleep by now. “I'm freezing without the heating on and I know it can't be much better for you, do you mind if we cuddle up a bit? We'll both be warmer”.

 

[tropicallolita]

“Emily, sweetie?”I'm freezing without the heating on and I know it can't be much better for you, do you mind if we cuddle up a bit? We'll both be warmer.”

Emily hesitated for a moment. She was technically fine. The cold didn’t bother her that much at this point. It didn’t seem fair though to deny your Aunt something as basic as heat when they were basically your guest. Besides, whatever weird feelings she had right at that moment, she adored Amanda and she didn’t want her to be uncomfortable.

“Yeah, of course, Aunt Amanda.” She answered stiffly without turning around. She knew it was rude though, so to correct her bad behavior a little bit, she took the initiative and pulled herself back a little bit until her back met Amanda’s front. She could feel the older woman’s soft breasts pressing against her and it made her salivate. She couldn’t help but to imagine what they might taste like. She shook herself out of her reverie, hoping it hadn’t last more than a millisecond and sought out Amanda’s hand.

She didn’t want her Aunt to think that she was tense, so she tried to relax and brought Amanda’s arm around her, resting her hand against her stomach. She had to admit, she felt much, much better cuddling with the older woman. That, of course, didn’t help with her emotion, it just ramped them up. Still, it felt right. Which only confused her more.

“Better, Auntie Amanda?”​

 

[Melandrey]

The older woman didn't consider it rude that her niece didn't turn round at all, in fact laying in bed like this it probably would have been quite silly to turn round just to speak a single sentence and then roll over again. In any case that was perhaps one of the furthest things from the blonde's mind right now, she was just glad the the girl was both awake and didn't find the request as odd as it sounded to Amanda herself. Then again, she was thinking about it in terms of holding her niece while mostly naked for the sake of enjoying it, the poor naïve girl probably hadn't even considered that possibility and it just sounded like an innocent request.

In a way that actually made Amanda feel a little guilty about what she had done, but it was too late to take back the request now and besides – the moment that soft body of Emily's pressed back into her that guilt just melted and was replaced with a contented warmth that made the little game she was playing seem worthwhile. The pose was a little awkward at first and there was a tiny pause in which is seemed like both women were considering what to do at this point, and surprisingly enough it was Emily who took the lead and guided the older woman's hand to around her front. The action pulled them a little closer together and now as well as the aunt's breasts pressing into the girl's back she had to shift her hips forwards a little which brought her into contact with her nieces rear as well.

God but that hot little body felt so good against hers, it was taking all of Amanda's willpower to stop herself from just letting that hand on the young woman's tummy just roam free and start to explore. In that moment she knew her mistake and realized there was no way that she was going to be able to sleep like this, oh to be sure it was far warmer and very pleasant, but now the blonde was far too excited to actually drift off into the escape that sleep could offer her.

“Yes sweetie, this is wonderful” the aunt sighed contently in little more than a whisper at the question, her mouth now only a few inches behind the younger woman's ear and causing her warm breath to play over it. “You don't need to call me Aunt every time you speak to me by the way Emily” the older woman pointed out with a smile playing over her lips “Just call me Mandy or Amanda like everyone else”. She punctuated the offer by kissing the girl on the back of the neck, only too late realizing that the gesture was probably a little too steamy in nature to be considered appropriate. The aunt tried to pass it off as another goodnight kiss by just saying “Night night Honey, sleep well”. And hoping that she wouldn't think too much of it. The older woman's other hand, the one that wasn't on Kelly's tummy, came to rest idly right on the young woman's hip, her fingers idly tracing the band of the pyjama bottoms that her niece was wearing absently.

 

[tropicallolita]

“Yes sweetie, this is wonderful. You don't need to call me Aunt every time you speak to me by the way Emily. Just call me Mandy or Amanda like everyone else.” Having her Aunt talking so near her skin was hard enough, but feeling Amanda’s soft lips connect with the back of her neck stirred something in her and left her positively speechless. Emily tried to keep her breathing even and relax her frame, but she wasn’t finding much luck.

She felt tender and faint fingertips roaming around the band of her pants and her muscles clenched to another level. Surely Amanda had no idea she was naked under her pajamas, or she wouldn’t be playing with them like that. She made a real effort not to move. She tried her dimmest to be the good girl she had always been, and let things slide through her idly – just fall asleep and bury the ambiguity in a blurry box in the back of her mind. But her body had chosen that day specifically to not cooperate.

First, she twitched involuntarily. And with that, her butt had actually pressed back into her Aunt’s front. She tried to course correct the movement, but she was under the impression that all she had done was rock into Amanda. Then, her feet sought hers. She had a valid excuse for that in the cold, sure, but she felt she had stretched that freedom a bit too far since one of her legs had somehow ended between Amanda’s. And then, simply because she was at a loss of what else to do, she had to make it worse by caressing the hand that was rested over her tummy. That was not going well. Finally, she sighed and gave up.

I’m not feeling very sleepy Auntie Amanda… I mean, Mandy,” it felt incredibly strange to call her Aunt by her nickname. She wasn’t sure she could ever repeat it. “Maybe I should just go downstairs and find something to distract me, so that I can let you sleep.”​

 

[Melandrey]

If the older woman had known what was slipping through her cuddle buddy's mind she might have actually giggled a little, personally she never wore panties under her pyjamas, and in fact it was rather a rare occurrence that she wore anything at all to bed. The cool feel of the sheets and the duvet against her skin was too wonderful a sensation to give up, as well as the freedom of being afforded by the nudity and lack of underwear. She would probably be far more comfortable right now if not wearing any, but then again that probably was not going to be true for the company she was currently keeping.

Of course the aunt had no idea that the girl she was holding was enjoying herself perhaps a little too much as well,, and Amanda happened to be equally fond of the way that little involuntary twitch made Emily press her rear back against her. Oh and then there was that little grind... God but this girl was doing a good job of teasing her aunt, even if it wasn't intentional. So much so in fact that when the girl sighed and suggested leaving the older woman almost pulled her in tighter to stop that, though instead she settled for twining her fingers through the ones that were stroking her hand.

The very last thing of Mandy's mind right now was letting her niece get out of bed, she was enjoying this far too much to allow that. As such she didn't move her arms off from around the girl when she suggested this act of abandonment. “Oh no sweetie, that would be awful” the blonde purred into her ear in a sad tone, not having to fake it one bit, even if she was about to lie about the reason. “I'd feel terrible about kicking you out of your own bed, and I'd never get to sleep then. Besides, I'm not sure I could fall asleep just yet anyway, it never happens right away in a bed you're not used to”.

As she spoke Amanda didn't even realize that she had continued to stroke along the girl's waistband with her thumb, and it one point she had even slipped it under and was now caressing the girl's bare hip with that thumb even as she finished speaking. Somewhere in the back of her mind that made her realize Emily wasn't wearing any panties, though given her own preferences that did not surprise or bother the aunt, and it certainly didn't make her stop touching that soft creamy colored skin.

 

[tropicallolita]

Faced with her aunt’s rebuttal, Emily wasn’t quite sure about what to do. She had been pretty sure she would have gotten easily dismissed from the bed so that her aunt could get her sleep. Any sort of remorse was unexpected, really, but maybe that was just because she was used to her own family being a bit prickly sometimes. Emily was so absorbed with trying to find another excuse to get her out of her predicament, that she realized only too late that Amanda had slipped her thumb under her pants and was brushing the skin of her hips.

Emily froze, grateful that her reaction hadn’t been something embarrassing like a gasp, but she nevertheless was displaying her true colors very bright. If she was truly a good girl, Emily knew she would have been outraged and not felt any problem with showing it to her aunt. Instead she worried that Amanda might think she was mad or uncomfortable, when really, the situation was far from soothing. The real problem was that she was liking it, though. And now she was the one who didn’t want to get out of bed.

“Well, if we are both not going to sleep,” she started tentatively, “maybe we should do something. I could put on a movie.” Emily grimaced, she knew suggesting the movie was lame, but she had been at a loss of what else they could do in her bedroom, late at night. Maybe play a game, but she didn’t think she had any boards up there. None of the things she did when she was up late were things she might suggest doing with her aunt.​

 

[Melandrey]

When her niece seemed to accept that fact that she was going to be staying and made no move to try and leave Amanda let out a little relaxed sigh through her nose she didn't even realise that she had been holding. Since when had she gotten so invested in keeping this girl pressed up her body like this? As the older woman silently pondered that question inside her own head she figured that it was probably the same time that she'd slipped that thumb into the girl's waist band, which she was now only just realizing she had done. That was perhaps the fateful moment that sealed what was to come for the rest of the night, as the aunt finally put two and two together. Emily had decided to stay in bed just at the same time as she had felt the blonde's hand slipping into her pyjamas just an inch... could those two things be related?

If Amanda's mind hadn't already been racing it sure as hell was now, was there a chance, just a small one, that her niece was enjoying having her body touched in just the same way that Amanda enjoyed being the one who touched her? Now that was a though that really got the older woman's blood thundering through her veins, she was surprised that she couldn't actually feel her heart beating in her chest with how fast it must be racing. With that sudden realization any and all feeling of being cold was gone as well, it was almost like that feeling of being a little drunk so that you didn't feel the cold as you walk home from the nightclub in a short dress... except there was none of that tipsy feeling, and it was arousal that provided the effect rather than alcohol.

That was when as distracted as she was with her own thoughts and her own body just drinking in the feel of Emily against her that the aunt heard the suggestion of a movie and snapped back to reality. Hell, she didn't want to watch a movie, she wanted to push this and see if she was right about her suspicions! But how could she do that without possibly being wrong and making a horrible mistake with a family member? When the idea came a devious grin spread onto the blonde's pretty features, luckily since they were still rear-to-front the girl in her arms wouldn't see that. “Hmm, I think if we put a movie on we might wake someone up, Honey” the aunt pointed out, as if she had ever considered accepting the offer in the first place.

With that rebuffed though she moved onto what she had in mind herself. “Y'know me and your mom used to share a room when we were kids for a few months, our parents moved around a lot and we ended up a house that didn't have enough rooms for a short while. Whenever we couldn't sleep we used to play a game called 'questions'. You can ask whatever you want and the other person has to answer truthfully”. As she spoke Amanda very carefully and very slowly slipped her thumb just a little deeper under the band of her nieces pants, using her words as a distraction as she felt the hard bone of the girl's hip under her thumb turn to the very top of a soft thigh. It felt so unreasonably good for such a simple touch, the soft warmth suffusing out of the girls skin and the silky feel of the skin were ecstasy to Amanda.

“We could play that if you want, I'll let you go first since it's your first time, you can ask my anything you want and I have to answer”. Already She knew what she was going to ask first on her turn, but she wanted the younger woman to go first so that once she had asked her own question it would be her aunt's turn, and then she would be trapped into answering whatever it was.

 

[tropicallolita]

Emily turned her head so she could at least try to look at her aunt. It wasn’t very easy, because the older woman remained behind her, but Emily felt that it was only proper to acknowledge Amanda when she was telling something of her past, something clearly a little intimate. She couldn’t really imagine her mother staying up with her aunt playing any types of games; it probably was an amusing sight. Her mother was so serious all the time.

It didn’t sound like a particularly awesome game or anything either, unless you were playing with someone that you knew kept secrets. She could imagine two very different sisters, somewhat distant, trying to extract juicy details from each other, though she didn’t see the leverage not to lie. In fact, she could bet her mother had lied some. She could envision what questions she might ask Kelly, and she was also sure that her older sister would lie through her teeth rather than answer said questions. On the other hand, with Amanda, she didn’t know where to even begin. She didn’t know her Aunt all that well, and most of the generic questions she could conjure up were sort of so intimate that it was probably offensive to ask them to your Aunt.

Then something occurred to her; still sort of too intimate. Enough to be rude. If it had been any other relative, she wouldn’t even contemplate, but other than Kelly, Amanda was the only person in the family that perhaps had the temper to let it slide and answer it.

“Who had sex first, you or mom?” Emily was almost certain she knew what the answer was. Amanda seemed like the liberal one now, but her mother had such a touch of Cece – someone who appeared to be perfect on the surface, but who hid some very rebellious behavior. Of course, if Emily was right about her feelings, she would be the true pariah of the family.​

 

[Melandrey]

It was true that the girl's mother was a bit of a stickler for the rules, but because the two family members were separated by a generation gap they didn't run in the same social circles and really get to see each other when they were out having fun. Amanda's sister could be just as brazen and 'out there' as everyone else when she stopped having to be 'Mom' for a while, even more so if you managed to get a few drinks into her.

As Emily tried to turn around the older woman was tempted to tell her to stop, it wasn't rude or impersonal to talk while not facing each other while cuddling like this, but of course that would mean admitting that they were cuddling and not just sharing body heat. Instead what she did do was keep holding onto the girl and not really give her to room to turn properly, she might get a bit of a look at her aunt over her shoulder, but it wasn't going to stop Amanda's breasts pressing into her niece's back or take the young woman's rear away from being pushed against her waist.

And then of course the question came, and it was hard for Amanda not to smile, her own niece had set the tone perfectly and it wouldn't even seem like she was being creepy if the older woman carried on with another sex question when it was her turn. She did have to consider the answer to that question briefly, she wasn't going to lie about it even though Emily had rightly worked out that she could. There was just no fun in the game if you did that. “I think your mom did, but I can't be certain since she didn't actually tell me when she lost her virginity. I was still fourteen when she went off to college, and that's where she met your dad.... so yeah, I can't say for certain but I think it was her given how young I still was when she was most likely to have done it”. There was of course another way to answer that question, by telling Emily what age she had lost her own virginity at, but that wasn't what the girl had asked and so Amanda would not reveal that yet.

That meant it was now the aunt's own turn now though, and she had of course already planned what to ask but for the sake of looking more innocent she hesitated for a moment “Okay for my question...” a pause followed “I'm going to ask...” another pause. “Is the reason that every time someone asks you if you have a boyfriend you say no and blush because you're lying, or because you're not interested in boys?”

 

[tropicallolita]

Emily heard her Aunt’s answer attentively, because she was genuinely curious, but she felt a little let down by it. Of course, if put it that way, her mother could have only been the first. She had been more interested in knowing which of them was younger when they did it. But she supposed it was her own fault for constructing her question all wrong. She sighed and decided to let it go. Or maybe do her follow up in the next questions. But now it was her Aunt’s turn.

“Okay for my question...” a pause followed “I'm going to ask...” another pause. “Is the reason that every time someone asks you if you have a boyfriend you say no and blush because you're lying, or because you're not interested in boys?”

Emily just tensed and turned her face back so she was staring away from her Aunt. She was sure she had to be bright red. Had she been so obvious? And why, God, of all questions, that question? She tried to think of a way of ignoring it or lying about it. But she didn’t want Amanda to think she had a boyfriend, when she really didn’t.

“Well, I do that because it’s annoying. I’m looking into an Ivy League education or a full-ride at some very top tier schools, I’m smart and talented and fast, and all people ask me is about boyfriends, like I’m only worth something if a guy wants me,” she answered truthfully, and by the end she was so mad and so lost in her little rant against her stupid family, that she let escape a “And yeah, I’m definitively not interested in what they have to offer.”

She bit her lip once she was done talking. Hopefully her Aunt would interpret it as she was a good girl and intended to stay a virgin until marriage or something, and not like the truth. And hopefully they could just call it a day with that game, because she was sort of over with it before they even truly started.​

 

[Melandrey]

With the way their bodies were so close together there really was no way that Amanda could miss feeling the way her niece tensed at the question, perhaps the older woman should have been a little more direct and actually asked what she had wanted to know instead of hiding behind more questions about boyfriends. What she had meant to find out, and should have asked was 'Are you interested in girls at all?' But no...she'd managed to make a mess of of that...

Instead the aunt had to wait until Emily finished her little explanation before she could try to calm the girl's mood and try to put this back to where she had wanted things to go, which might not be an easy task. But, that last part of what her niece had said – I'm definitely not interested in what they have to offer - now, to someone who was already wondering if the girl in her arms was more inclined towards the fairer sex that certainly didn't make it sound as if Emily was just interested in waiting till she was married. All sorts of ideas and things she wanted to say and ask were running through the blonde's head at that moment, but before that she wanted to explain her question a bit more and perhaps improve the girl's mood.

“Well I think most people don't ask about school because we all went through it ourselves, we know how stressful it can be and that you don't need a whole bunch of people reminding you about it all the time. Asking about your love life is just something easy they can say to make conversation with something you actually have in common in mind”. Amanda then gave the younger woman's thigh a soft stroke with her thumb (which was still in her pants) that was meant to be comforting and reassuring that everything was fine, though of course that was probably a gesture more suited to lovers than relatives – that fact managed to escape her mind right now though. She also pulled the girl a little tighter against her in a sort of 'hug from behind' while they lay there together as a way of comforting her.

When several quiet moments passed and it seemed like the girl had lost interest in playing this game Amanda spoke up again, just because her niece had run out of questions didn't mean she had. This time she resolved to be a bit more blunt in the hopes of getting the answer she actually wanted, even if she did ask the question in a fairly innocent tone. “Well if you're not going to ask something I'll just have to then... If you're not interested in boys at all, does that mean that you like girls?”

 

[tropicallolita]

Emily sighed and decided to try and put the tension out of her head while her aunt gave an excuse on to why people seemed so intent on asking these type of questions. Emily still thought it was terrible; nobody asked her about skiing or swimming or field hockey or any of the other things she liked such as books or movies. They just asked about boys. She knew they weren’t being mean and purposefully going for anything, but it was annoying that they had no other means of trying to get to know her.

She decided to favor the comfort Amanda was trying to offer her instead of her annoyance with stupid family dynamics. She was sure not sleeping until she was completely settled, but she decided she didn’t mind anymore lying there, in the older woman’s embrace, feeling her brush her leg softly.

“Well if you're not going to ask something I'll just have to then... If you're not interested in boys at all, does that mean that you like girls?”

Emily felt herself immediately clamp up, her hands curl into fists. She couldn’t believe Amanda had just asked her that. Why? Why was her favorite Aunt badgering her? She was pretty sure that if she dared open her eyes, or move or do anything, she might start to cry. If Amanda even hinted at this to her mother, Emily was going to be in a world of recriminations until she left for college. She felt the panic grow in her chest – if Amanda knew, everybody probably already knew regardless, right? It must be written in her face or something. And now she wasn’t sure she could breathe.​

 

[Melandrey]

Again the older woman felt her companion for the night tense up, but was that because this was an uncomfortable subject and she didn't at all like girls, or because Amanda had gotten a little too close to the truth for comfort? It was difficult to tell, and for that matter it might just be the fact that she was continuing in this line of questioning at all when Emily had made it quite clear that the subject was one she didn't exactly want to talk about. With the lack of a verbal answer it was nigh impossible to tell, but Amanda had come this far and she didn't intend to turn back now when she was possibly on the verge of a breakthrough.

“It's okay, Sugar, you don't have to talk about it if you really don't want to” the aunt offered and tried to comfort the girl in her arms. A soft kiss to the back of her neck like that one earlier followed, though this time it lasted longer before she pulled away. “Well, you asked about me and my first time before so why don't I tell you that story instead?” This was a calculated risk on the older woman's part of course, for a rather specific reason this might either go down well or very poorly.

“I was nineteen and in college, if I remember right it was my first time really going out and having a drink as well because it was one of my friend's birthdays. Anyway it got to about three in the morning and everyone else had gone home, and they hadn't been able to find me to go with them because my cell phone battery had gone flat. The problem was that I couldn't afford a cab on my own, because we'd all planned on coming back together, but someone outside the club we were in must have noticed that I was looking a bit lost. They lived nearby to me so we split the cost of a cab and on the way back we started talking, and then flirting a little, and then by the time the car actually got to where we were headed we'd been making out in the back”.

The aunt could remember this well of course with it being her first time in bed with anyone, but more than that it had been her first real kiss as well. She continued her story though without a pause for nostalgia, wanting to get to her point. “When we got out we found that we didn't want to part ways yet, so they invited me back to their place where we had a couple more drinks as well as a lot more kissing. By then we decided it was too late for me to walk home on my own, she they offered to let me sleep in their bed with them since they only had the one and no couch. There was a bit of accidental touching, some more kissing and then some more deliberate contact which eventually led to sex. I don't think we actually fell asleep at all, we were still going when it was time for me to leave in the morning”.

All through that Amanda had been speaking carefully, because there was one small detail that she'd hadn't let slip yet. “I don't remember perfectly because I was a little drunk...” she admitted “But I think that her name was Megan”. She went quiet after that and let it sink in... her name had been Megan, Amanda had lost her virginity to another woman.

 

[tropicallolita]

Emily only managed to relax somewhat when Amanda assured her she didn’t have to talk about it. Still, she was only half-listening to Amanda’s story. Her interest had been drowned by her fears, her confusion, her doubts. This was much for one measly family reunion, and the worst part was it that it was her private drama. She couldn’t share with anybody, she couldn’t ask for advice. Kelly would freak out , probably. The only other person she had imagined she could count to be level-headed about this little scandalous of suburban American life was Amanda, and right at that moment she wasn’t sure in which side Amanda was. Had her questioning merely been curiosity, or a true desire to unmask her?

“I don't remember perfectly because I was a little drunk...” she admitted “But I think that her name was Megan”.

“What?” Emily lifted her head and turned around to try and look at her aunt. Had she heard her right? Emily went through ten different emotions in seconds, which included shock, relief, mistrust and excitement. She’d probably put the last one safely away inside a dark corner of her mind for a little while. “You are a lesbian?” Maybe Amanda wasn’t out to get her, at all! Maybe she did understand her, and had noticed Emily’s responses to her closeness, her nakedness, her touch, and decided to help her.

“Does anyone in the family know about it? My mother?” Emily asked not just out of curiosity. Amanda might have a much more realistic idea of how much bigotry actually went around in their blood, and how much would be retracted away if things got serious and up close and personal. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so alone anymore.​

 

[Melandrey]

Trying to have a conversation with Emily wasn't exactly going well right now, maybe Amanda should have just stuck with the little physical hints and seen if her niece would go along with it that way rather than telling stories and asking questions... Well it was too late to start changing tactics again now, if the older woman started touching the girl after telling her that she was into women then that would probably freak her right out. That left the only thing that Amanda could do right now being to answer the questions she had been asked.

“Yes sweetie, I'm a lesbian” came the answer, straight and to the point. There was a reason behind that, if the aunt get get her sleeping buddy curious and give her straight answers then she was more likely to get asked something that would lead somewhere. “I've never been intro guys at all, I just don't find them attractive the same way I do with women. I suppose that's why I asked you, I thought you might be like me...if I was wrong or you just don't want to talk about it then fair enough”.

That led onto Emily's second question which was going to be a little harder to answer. “Well me and your mother have never really talked openly about my love life, though she knows that I don't like men I've never actually told her outright that I like women, but it is the natural conclusion she would draw I suppose. Y'know I never even remembered it until you just asked... but we actually did mess around a little together when I was about your age, nothing major, just a bit of touching each other's bum and boobs. Actually we did kiss once, your mom wanted to practice for her boyfriend at the time, but I had my own reasons”.

That was the most that Amanda had ever told anyone about her sexuality, or at least anyone who she hadn't slept with – though even those people had never heard about the little 'experiments' which weren't exactly experiments as such for the aunt, just confirmation.