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

Emily could have never imagined, in a million years, that her night would lead into a straightforward, honest conversation about her sexuality. And to hear that her mother not only knew her Aunt was a lesbian but that she had experimented?! She was positively in shock. In a good way. Her panic had greatly subsided now that she talked with Amanda, because she was seeing some light at the end of the tunnel – the possibility that if she really liked what she thought she might like, her parents wouldn’t disown her, kick her out of the house and tell her to change her surname.

Considering how sincere Amanda had been, Emily knew she had to try and be just as much. “I’m not sure what I like, Auntie Amanda. I’ve never liked boys, that’s for sure. But I haven’t spent a great deal of time thinking about women either. Until tonight…” She really hoped Amanda didn’t think she was a freak, but given that she had a history of making out with her own sister, she was expecting some sympathy, if quite possibly pity. Amanda was a stunning woman who probably only saw her as the little niece she wanted to rescue from eternal-gay-closet hell. “I was really wet when I went to change my clothes, and it scared me. I didn’t mean to… look at you. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for everything tonight. I guess I’m just confused and you are so beautiful.”​
 
Never have words as simple as 'until tonight' sounded so good as when the younger woman spoke them in the context as she had just now, that just filled Amanda's own head with an image of her niece laying and fantasizing about her...and then perhaps a little work with her fingers...No that was unfair, she was still getting ahead of herself at this point. Just because the girl had been having some thoughts with a little same sex content that didn't mean that the aunt had been given the right impression about the girl enjoying her own aunt's company a little too much.

Sympathy and pity were the last two emotions that were on the blonde's mind though, being lesbian wasn't some disease or condition that required empathy, if anything this was just getting Amanda all the more excited as well as a little closer to Emily for them sharing such an intimate conversation. But it seemed that the girl was not finished toying with her emotions yet... talking about being wet and then admitting that she had watched (and presumably enjoyed) her own relative who as it happened had a bit of an exhibitionist streak... well that just made the older woman all kinds of warm inside and not to mention a more than a little damp on the outside. Well at least that cleared up the issue regarding not knowing how Emily felt about her.

“It's nothing to be sorry for Honey, if you like something it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'll come right out and admit that I quite like handcuffs and blindfolds in the bedroom, you like what you like and that is nobody's business but yours and who you decide to tell” the older woman assured in a kindly tone, kissing the back of her nieces neck yet again to prove that she meant what she'd said. The real hard part was going to come next though, Amanda sure as hell wasn't going to stop now that she knew the girl might actually be interested an a little 'experimenting' of their own.

“We have a bi of a problem now though Sweetie” the aunt pointed out, though it was clear from her voice that she was mostly just teasing. “You did get a good look at me, but isn't that a little unfair that I didn't get to see you too? You're very beautiful yourself, and I think it's only fair that you return the favor isn't it?” The thumb which still rested down just below the waistband of Emily's pants and at the top of her thigh moved again and stroked the soft skin there, trying to reassure her and let her know that if she didn't want to do this that was fine too. “I'm sure I'll be able to reward my brave niece though if she does what is right and makes things even though” Amanda promised, just to get the girl's mind racing and wanting to do this.
 
How had Emily lucked out to have such a wonderful, sweet and level-headed person be the object of her first crush? Yes, there was the fact that Amanda was her aunt, but if her own mother had done her fair share of experimenting with family, she couldn’t be accused of doing anything monstrous. And she was so, so grateful for having Amanda right at that moment.

And she was certainly intrigued at Amanda’s confession as to what she liked in the bedroom. She really couldn’t fathom the woman wearing one of those latex suits she had seen around in internet videos and the like. But then, she couldn’t exactly say she had ever research this specific material. Or anything, for that matter. She felt porn was kind of gauche, and she had only had contact with it via others. She much preferred googling some key words and finding something to read. She was genuinely curious though, and tingling to ask Amanda about it, but she didn’t wish to interrupt.

She was glad she didn’t when Amanda suggested she took off her clothes. She was so flattered! She was happy she was still in a position where she could simply turn her face and obscure it completely from Amanda, because she grinned really wide, like a giddy little child.

“Are you going to reward me by telling me more of your interests in bed?” She asked cheekily, but then decided to backtrack a little. Maybe she had been too bold. She was dying to know if Amanda had a habit of getting young girls into her bed, cuffing them and playing with them. However, she’d refrain from questioning her like that. The woman was still her Aunt! “Do you want me to unbutton my PJs, or you would rather do it?” She whispered, feeling a bit self-conscious, but still very thrilled.​
 
Amanda didn't need to see the grin on the young woman's face to know the mood had very quickly changed, being pressed so close against the girl she could practically feel the change in her body language. Being less shy about her own enjoyment of the situation the older woman didn't try to hide her own smile at all when it came onto her face at Emily's words. “Well I think we're going to talk more about that kind of thing anyway...” the blonde teased with an easy tone and now a slight pause. “But I think I'm going to keep your reward a secret for now, at least until you make good on your end of this. After all, we wouldn't want it affecting your choice now would we?” Again Amanda kissed the back of her niece's neck, she just loved the feel of the soft skin there against her lips.

As the second of Emily's questions came Amanda did hesitate for a moment, she wasn't going to pass up a chance to get her hands onto the girl's body if she had an excuse to go for it. Actually, yes, she was going to pass it up. Looking came before touching and the last thing that she needed was a nervous fifteen year old deciding that this was going too fast and shutting everything down before it even got started. Before answering though the older woman flicked on the lamp on the bedside table on her side of the bed, giving a little light as she then took hold of the bed covers and pulled them down to about waist height.

“You do it sweetie, you're a big girl now, you can undress yourself” the blonde teased. Reluctantly she did take both of her hands away from the girl and scoot back a little on the bed, giving Emily room to lay down flat on her back if she wanted to in order to be more comfortable for this. The aunt did the same herself and looked over, eagerly awaiting her show with her own body once again on display.
 
Emily wondered if Amanda really wasn’t sure if she wanted to do this. She had confessed to being aroused by merely watching her strip, after all. Of course, it was her first time doing anything like this, but she still wanted it to happen. She wasn’t sure what ‘it’ meant – some mutual masturbation or oral she guessed, but wasn’t sure since Amanda was playing her cards close to the vest. She’d be satisfied with either one, she was sure. She was eager now, and though she still felt shy, she didn’t hesitate to turn on her back or when Amanda turned the lights on and pulled the covers away. She felt her stomach flutter.

Emily reached her first button with her trembling fingers. She hoped Amanda didn’t notice she was so nervous. She probably did though, considering that Emily had opted to train her gaze on the ceiling. She couldn’t really face her Aunt while she was undressing for her. She didn’t know how people managed to be sexy doing this; she felt sort of ridiculous. Was she going too fast? Too slow?

“You know I don’t need a reward, right Auntie Amanda?” She started talking because she desperately needed to distract herself, or she would keel over from nerves before the last button. She bit her lip, feeling so bashful, but then the thought escaped her mouth before she could filter it. “I want you to play with me… however you want…”

She finally undid the last button, and she sighed in relief. She had done it! And now she didn’t know what to do anymore. She looked at Amanda expectantly. “So what do you want me to do? Or to do with me?” She stuttered and then grimaced, because she was sure she sounded way too young or at least mildly mentally challenged. So she decided to approach this the way she always approached her relationships with adults – making herself demure, receptive. “I want to be good for you,” she whispered finally looking at Amanda.​
 
Did Emily really just say no to the 'reward' she had been offered? Amanda had no idea what to say, to her that had sounded like a rejection but that didn't make any sense. If the younger girl didn't want to continue this at all then why was she undressing herself? Indeed the aunt could barely take her eyes away from the sight that was slowly being revealed, even if unbuttoning the item of clothing wasn't the same as actually opening it and cleavage was all that she could see. That was still enough to tide her over and stifle wanting to interrupt and clear the air about what had just been said. And then with the last button undone and the rest of the words everything was in its right place again.

“I want you to play with me… however you want…”

Words alone had never sounded so good to Amanda and so of course there was no stopping the smile that spread across her face. “Well sweetie, I don't have to have coffee with my breakfast every morning, but I do it anyway because I like the way it tastes. But... since you've decided that I can play with you however I like, I'm going to do what I was going to do anyway”. The older woman didn't assume that there would be any complaints about this, but if there were they would be sure to cut off very soon after she started doing several of the things she intended. First things came first though, and the both of them still had clothing in the way.

With unbuttoning her top Emily had gotten part way, but the piece of clothing was still actually on her body and hiding nearly everything bar some side-boob. So of course the next thing that any loving aunt would do would be to reach across and gently open up the offending article of clothing to put her nieces on display – and that is exactly what Amanda did.

((I stopped there because you've not described Emily's breasts yet so I can't really do anything without making choices about your character for you...))
 
“Well sweetie, I don't have to have coffee with my breakfast every morning, but I do it anyway because I like the way it tastes. But... since you've decided that I can play with you however I like, I'm going to do what I was going to do anyway.”

Emily didn’t know what that analogy meant in their context, but she was happy to be ignorant considering she seemed to be about to receive her reward for doing something she was absolutely dying to do anyways. She couldn’t help but to smile at that, the level of anticipation she was feeling was far too high. Still, it was a shy smile. Emily bit her lips when Amanda reached over and delicately moved her pajamas’ blouse aside to uncover her torso. The light brush of Amanda’s knuckles to her skin had been enough to make her insides shudder.

Emily wasn’t wearing a bra, and as such when she chose to go without underwear her nearly E cups seemed a little less impressive, or at least she was of that opinion. She also didn’t care much for her light small pink areola or her puffy nipples. In her opinion breasts like Amanda’s were perfect and hers were a little embarrassing, disproportionate. Still, she resisted the urge to cover herself. Instead, she shrugged herself off the sleeves of the shirt so Amanda wouldn’t have the trouble of trying to undress her and then looked back at her aunt for further directions. She thought about removing her pants too, but in a second thought, decided she much rather have Amanda do it.​
 
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