Brooke is not a fictitious character. She is a real girl who had enough confidence in me to ask me to tell her story. For that I am honored. I have, however taken creative license to give the story dramatic punch. I have no doubt her real life experience was and is far more dramatic than my meager attempts at writing. I've twisted some of the facts, names and time lines to keep identities secure, but the story really is all her own. She lived it, continues to live it, and I am but the humble scribe.
They always figured Brooke would need educating. Sure she learned to masturbate on her own; and in time, she learned that the sensitive little bump she couldn't keep her fingers from was called a clitoris. And that wonderfully, warm, wet, silky slick opening below her clit that she explored every night was called her vagina. When she stuck a finger inside and rubbed the right spots, wham bam cablooey! That wonderful explosive sensation she took herself to several times a day was called an orgasm. Sometimes during the day, no matter where she was, she'd find a restroom stall and rub out a quickie. She really, really, really loved to have orgasms.
Still, there was so much she didn't know. She was eighteen; still a virgin and it worried some of the family members who prided themselves in being sexual libertines. Her mother had passed away several years ago and her father was on the road a lot working. Wasn't it, in cases like this, the responsibility of aunts and uncles to teach their nieces and nephews the joys of unabashed and liberated sexuality? Weren't brothers meant to teach their younger sisters how to please a boy; and older sisters to do the same for a younger brother? Not to mention an older sister teaching her younger sister the exquisite joy of pleasuring another girl.
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So it was decided unanimously during a family meeting, since Brooke didn't have an older sister, she would go live with her lesbian aunt and learn the important knowledge and joy of pleasing another woman. What better place to start than learning what her own body required for maximum pleasure? It was a lesson best taught by another woman.
She wasn't told this, of course. Part of the education would involve seduction, an important skill Brooke would need to master a sexually free life expected by her caring family.
And of course, she had no idea her aunt was a lesbian. Quite frankly, she had never given girl-on-girl sex one tiny thought. In fact, she rarely thought about having sex with anyone. She had her long, delicate fingers to satisfy her needs, and that always seemed enough. Brooke's family thought otherwise. Besides, they all wanted a little taste of their darling Brooke.
Brooke stood in the bus depot feeling lonely and lost. It was her first time away from home. Two suit cases sat on the floor at her side and a back pack was slung over one shoulder. It was warm, and a trace of sweat on her forehead beaded up on her flawless caramel colored skin. Her dark eyes searched for Auntie Michelle. The heat in the bus depot was almost unbearable, and she undid the top button on her blouse and flapped it a few times to fan some air into the deep, sweaty cleavage of her large breasts.
She had only met her aunt a couple of times, so she was looking forward to getting to know her late mother's younger sister. Brooke had been accepted to a university here, and Auntie Michelle had offered her home to save the family money, or so Brooke was told.
"Hi, sweetheart," a woman around Brooke's height called out to her as she came through the bus depot doors. She was middle age pretty, pleasantly plump and her large breasts strained against the fabric of her satin blouse. Her legs were gorgeous, and Brooke noticed her skin was as beautiful as her own. Their family certainly was blessed with a great complexion.
Auntie Michelle ran up to her with short little steps and outstretched arms grinning from ear to ear. She took Brooke by the hands and kissed both sides of her face.
"Look at you," she said. "Aren't you as pretty as can be. The last time I saw you, you were just a skinny little brat. Now you're a fully grown woman and so lovely." She patted Brooke's cheek. "I just know we're going to have a great time together."
Brooke tried to smile, but her aunt's enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming. She wasn't used to someone being so demonstrative.
"Was the trip very long? Are you tired? Are you hungry?" Michelle pulled her niece against her for a hug. Their large, soft breasts came into crushing contact, and without knowing why, it took Brooke's breath away.
Brooke didn't know which question to answer first.
"It was pretty long. I think my butt was going numb." Michelle laughed and ran a hand softly over Brooke's butt. That shocked the young woman, and a little spark of electricity ran through her. No one had ever touched her butt before.
"Well, I'm starving. Why don't we grab a bite to eat before going home?"
They stopped at a small restaurant, and ordered dinner. While they waited, Auntie Michelle took Brooke's hand across the table.
"Let me see this hand," she said. "I love hands." She turned Brooke's over and looked at the palm. She traced a finger tip around in circles over Brooke's palm. It made her shiver. She wasn't used to this much touching.
"You have lovely hands; such long fingers. I'll bet you know just what to do with those long, lovely fingers," she said with a giggle. Brooke couldn't imagine her aunt was talking about touching her private places.
How could auntie possibly know what I do when no one can see?
The blank look on her face told Michelle what she was fishing for. She patted Brooke's hand and let it go.
"Sweetie, we girls all know how to...well...you know." She winked at Brooke and looked away.
Dinner came and they ate while Michelle chatted away asking typical questions about Brooke's hopes, dreams and goals at university. When they finished, they continued their ride home.
"So auntie," Brooke asked, "How come you never married?"
"Oh heavens," she said. "What would I ever do with a man? They stink, they're pigs and their brains are in their dicks." She laughed. "Not that I haven't enjoyed their dicks, 'cause I have. But I have toys that do just as well, maybe better and besides, I'm kind of partial to girls."
Brooke had no idea what she meant by toys. She knew what a dick was. At least, she had heard that a man's penis is called a dick, but this was the first time she had heard the word used in casual conversation with someone like her aunt. And she had heard of lesbians, but to hear her aunt say she was partial to girls...well, that was truly shocking.
Does she mean she's a lesbian?
|They pulled into her aunt's driveway, unloaded her luggage and entered the house.
"Well, here it is," Auntie Michelle said. "Make yourself at home. Follow me to your room."
It was on the other side of the kitchen. Her bathroom was down the hall, and she had a nice view of the back yard.
"This was my junk room, but now it's all yours. I'm so glad you're here. It forced me to tidy things up." She laughed and sat down on the bed bouncing a couple of times.
"This mattress has some spring to it. I hope it's comfortable." Brooke sat down next to her.
