I am the youngest of five children, all girls. My oldest sister got pregnant very young, and I was 7 when my oldest niece, Holly, was born. She and I have always been close, a number of people have commented that we are very similar people. Four years ago she and her whole family moved back east when her dad got a new job. She and I have stayed in touch, by email and the occasional phone call.
Holly was always very cute, very tall (6'1" last time I saw her) and willowy with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. But she was 14 then, all knees and elbows, waiting impatiently for her body to catch up to her fertile mind.
Then one day I got a phone call from my sister. Holly had just turned 18, was graduating in two months, and was considering Stanford (I live near San Francisco). She was coming out there the following month to visit the campus. Could I maybe pick her up at the airport and could she maybe stay with me? (Just like my sister, asking those questions that you really CAN'T say no to...)
But I love my sister, and especially Holly, so I said, "Sure, I'd be glad to do it."
We figured out the details, even added an extra day so my niece and I could have a whole day to spend together. My sister put Holly on the phone, she sounded very excited, almost hyper. "Thanks, Aunt Jessi, I can't believe it! You are such a sweetie!"
We emailed back and forth until the big day, she kept telling me how much she missed me, how glad she would be to see me. When the big morning finally arrived, I drove to the airport to pick her up. We had arranged to meet by baggage claim.
I was standing there, scanning the milling people for the Holly I remembered. Suddenly, soft hands were over my eyes from behind and a familiar voice whispered into my ear, "Hi, Aunt Jessi!"
I turned around and looked up to see the same beautiful face I expected, but her long blonde hair had been cut very short, in a very cute style that framed her face. I put my arms around her and hugged her close. I could feel that her body, indeed, had matured quite nicely. Her high firm breasts pressed into mine, and her hands slid down my back to hold me tight.
"Hi, Holly!!! I'm so glad you made it okay!"
Holly was wearing a shortie white top and hip hugger jeans, so several inches of her stomach was exposed. The white looked very nice against her tan skin, and she looked absolutely yummy. Her breasts were not large, but looked full, and her erect nipples were visible against her top, poking through the thin fabric and sports bra she wore underneath. Her hips were slim but well-rounded, and her legs looked long and muscular in her jeans.
I suppose should explain my situation. I am bisexual, although lately I have found myself less and less attracted to men and much more to women. I have been bi since my best friend seduced me the summer we were 16, although I had been attracted to girls as long as I could remember. I broke up with my last boyfriend almost a year ago (after three years!), after I found out he was cheating on me with his secretary. Since I broke up with him, I have been exploring my bisexuality and loving it, and I have not been with a man since then.
Holly and I had talked about this in some of our emails. At one point she asked me straight out what it was like to be with a girl, and I tried to explain it to her as best I could. She had never really had a serious boyfriend as far as I knew, but there were a couple of years where we didn't talk that often, so I didn't know for sure.
The fact that my first thought about Holly was "she looked yummy" bothered me a little bit I mean, she was my niece! But then she stepped back and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Wow, Aunt Jessi, you look so incredible! I hope I look as good as you some day!"
I was dressed in a simple sun dress and sandals. I had opted for comfort over fashion, although I knew that the dress looked good on me. I spend a lot of hours riding my mountain bike to keep my figure trim and my ass tight.
"Well, thanks, Holly. but if you call me 'Aunt Jessi' once more, I am going to thrash you... Just call me Jessi, okay?"
"You and what army?" she snorted. "I can take you any way I want to, Jessi..."
My mind was racing, imagining the ways I wanted her to take me, but I knew her remark was innocent so I let it pass.
"Let's just say I have some tricks up my sleeve if you get out of line..."
Holly had carried her bag on, so we headed back to my place. She jabbered in the car all the way back to my apartment, about an hour's ride. She talked about school (she was a straight "A" student), the sports she played (All-State in basketball and volleyball), her friends, her part-time job, her family. Conspicuously absent was any mention of a boy friend...
We got back to my place and I asked if she was tired, or if she wanted to do something right then. She said, "The only thing I want to do now is take a shower, I hate the feeling I get when I'm travelling, like I am all slimy or something!"
I showed her where the bathroom was, and soon I heard the shower running. I was sitting on my couch, wondering what might be in store, remembering how sexy her body was and how good it felt next to mine.
Suddenly my daze was broken by Holly's voice, "Jessi, could you bring me a towel? I forgot to get one."
I went and got a towel and opened the bathroom door a crack. Holly laughed and said, "Open the door all the way, I need the steam to clear so I can see the mirror."
She was standing there nude. Her breasts were small but very round. Her areolae were pink and about the size of quarters, but her nipples were very erect. Her body was tan all over, with no lines at all. Between her legs was a tiny strip of blonde hair, she had obviously shaved the rest off. I couldn't help it, I stared at her. She had grown into a beautiful sexy woman.
"Earth to Jessi!" Holly laughed.
I started at the sound of her voice, then regained my senses a little and handed her the towel.
"So do you like what you see? Am I the kind of girl you go for, Jessi?"
"Oh, God, Holly, I'm sorry for staring. I had no idea you had grown into such an incredibly sexy young woman. And yes, I do go for taller women, especially cute blondes..."
She cooed, "Mmmmmm... Thank you, Jessi, you are so sexy yourself. Would you dry me off?"
I took the towel back then stepped into the cramped bathroom and began to dry her off. When my hands cupped her breasts through the towel, she moaned softly and leaned back into me. I pinched her little nipples through the towel, and I could feel her arching her hips back against mine. As I dried her smooth stomach, she lay her head back on my shoulder. My towel-covered hands slid further down her flat belly, and she opened her thighs as the towel dipped between them.
She turned her head, and began to moan softly into my ear and run her tongue around the inside. When she sucked my ear lobe into her mouth, I lost it. I dropped the towel and slid my hand between her legs. My finger ran down her slit, and I could feel that she was very wet. When my fingertip slid inside her, she moaned louder.
"Oh, yesssss... Yes, Jessi, yessssss... You have no idea how long I have wanted this..." she moaned into my ear.
My finger was sliding in and out of her pussy, and teasing her clit. I could feel her juices running down my fingers, and I brought my hand to my mouth to taste her. I licked my finger, then she took my hand and sucked it.
