Editor's note: thanks again to kenjisato for his sterling work. This is another episode of Annabelle's sexy past. Enjoy!
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It was the summer holidays of 2019. We had been in Oakhampton for four years. The events in Chapter 9 had happened. And there had been other little sexy episodes before this story. More of those later.
This story involves my niece, Sammy. Well, my niece in the sense she is the daughter of Nick's brother partner's first relationship. . So a niece a bit removed.
Nick's brother had lived in the same part of London as us, so I had known Sammy from when she was five when Nick got together with his partner. She was always a bright and bubbly thing. Unfortunately, Nick's brother and his partner were not a relationship made in heaven. They seemed to fuck a lot, but there didn't seem to be any other basis to their partnership. They seemed to be rowing all the time. Ken, Nick's brother, was incredibly jealous, and very suspicious of anything Alison, his partner, did. She, in turn, was a selfish, arrogant cow, who loved to wind Ken up, as he wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier.
The outcome of this, was that Sammy spent a lot of time at our place. Partly to get out of the row, and also, neither of her parents seemed to have a lot of time for her.
As I mentioned in Chapter 1, Nick and I had not had children of our own. We both, though, took to looking after Sammy.
We made a sort of surrogate home for her. She came to us most weekends. We took her away and found lots of things for her to do. She confided in me a lot, and there were more than a few tears, as she told me about her home life. Through it all though, the kid stayed lovely and bubbly. That was some achievement, given the shit she was being put through.
The one bad thing about us moving when we did, was that Sammy was fifteen. She had not been a typical teenager at all, but I had a feeling there was something pretty big going on inside her, which she wanted to tell me, but could not. Also, we were leaving before the big exams.
I should not have worried about the exams. She was a very bright kid and she sailed through, getting all top grades. She stayed on to do A-levels, which she also excelled at. In fact, so bloody good, she got to Oxford to read history.
We invited her on holiday with us, after she finished her A-levels, and we had a great time. We laughed a lot together.
It was the first time I had seen her since we left. She had blossomed into a very nice young woman. She would never have made it as a model, but then again, ninety-nine percent of women wouldn't. She was small at about five foot five. She was curvy with prominent hips, big tits and a bigger-than-her-build arse—well-padded, basically.
We talked as much as we ever had. She admitted she had lost her virginity just before her A-levels, a month after her eighteenth birthday, but that person was not still around. I didn't think she said 'person' instead of 'bloke'.
We kept in regular touch during her first couple of terms at Oxford. She seemed to be doing really well, and not just at her studies. She made regular reference to very close friends and a lot of fucking. And again, I was assuming blokes!
Halfway through the summer term, Sammy asked if she could stay with us for four weeks ending just before my teaching school year started again. Her relationship with her family was still not great, and I readily agreed. Nick and I were going away for the first two weeks of the holiday. So it was arranged that she would come down on the Monday after we got back on the Saturday.
Interestingly, our holiday was good in terms of the sex. Nick seemed to relax after the first couple of days and got his libido back, as well as his energy. We fucked at least once a day. It was very enjoyable. Interestingly, I didn't raise why he couldn't be like that at home. I just knew for whatever reason, he couldn't maintain his urges for most of the year and I had to put up with that, if I loved him and wanted to stay with him—which, I did. So a few weeks of fucking out of fifty-two, was better than nothing. Especially, given the quality—that had not changed!
So, I was feeling very good on the Monday morning, waiting at the train station for Sammy. I saw her come out of the carriage and called her. Sammy saw me, she shrieked and ran to me.
"Oh my god, it's great to see you!" she laughed, as she flung her arms round my neck. What came next was a real shock. The kiss of welcome she gave me, was not a peck on the cheek, but a full-open-mouth kiss on the mouth, with a quick flicker of her tongue.
I was so shocked. I went with it, returning both the mouth and tongue action. The shock was reinforced with the movement of her hands, which snaked round my arse and my pelvis towards hers. For a few seconds, we stood there saying the hello that lovers would usually say.
I was stunned, as she moved away.
Her smile was radiant. "It's great to be back!" she said, laughing.
I smiled weakly, totally thrown. "It's great to see you," I managed to get out.
All the way home, she chatted brightly about how well university was going and how much she was looking forward to spending time with me. I noticed there was no mention of Nick. I assumed she thought he would be out at work most of the time, which was true.
We got back at lunchtime, so I prepared some lunch while she went upstairs to put her stuff away. We continued to talk over lunch. We got on to the subject of her love life towards the end.
"From what you've been saying," I said, "it sounds like you've not exactly been celibate at Oxford."
"You could say that." She smiled.
"Anybody regular?" I asked.
"No," she said. "A lot of one or two-night flings."
"I hope you've been careful," I said, looking at her.
She smiled back at me, this time with a glint in her eye. "Don't worry Aunty," she said, stressing the last word. "There's no way I would get pregnant or an STD from my sex life. I've never heard of another woman getting a woman up the spout or VD."
It was said very casually, and it took me a moment to grasp what she'd said. My face registered shock, which she saw, but I quickly put a neutral face on."
"Oh, I see." I said, rather lamely.
"You didn't know?" she asked, quietly.
I thought about it before I answered. And I realised I did know. Or, at least, there was something big in her life. I had worked this out when she was fifteen and this was clearly it.
"I'd guessed you were struggling with something when we left. This was it?"
"Yes," she said. "I've known I was more attracted to women since I was twelve. Seeing yours and my mum's hairy pussy, confirmed it."
This time, I could not keep the shock out of my voice. "Bloody hell!" I didn't realise you had seen me."
"Just once when I came into bathroom when you had not locked the door after you had had a shower. You looked, fucking well, gorgeous!"
I went red with embarrassment. I could not actually remember the moment.
"And the same with your mum?"
"More or less. It was when she was getting dressed."
"So it's mature women you are into, especially?"
"Oh yes!" she said, quietly. "They have more experience, and their bodies are more natural."
With that, she stared intently at me, her eyes moving slowly from my face down to my tits and then down to my waist. The look left nothing to be worked out.
I became flustered. As you know, I was no stranger to lesbian sex. I had indulged over the last couple of years, and a lot when I was younger. This was different, though. Although Sammy wasn't my biological niece, it still felt very weird. I just sat there saying nothing.
