This story continues the adventures of Leslie and her obedient niece, and is largely a lesbian story with a light mix of submissive behavior. To be more fully introduced to Leslie and her niece, you might want to first read "Spring Break in the Sun."
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Leslie parted the sheer curtains on the wide sliding door that looked out over the small yard from the second floor of their rented condo, seeing a stretch of white sand, and the foamy waves that rolled up onto the sunny beach. She licked her lips and felt the glow of a break from the cold winter in the north begin to settle in. Indeed it settled into her skin, all over, with the mild and moist air virtually coating her limbs and drawing out the harshness of short days, dark nights, and cold.
It also settled in because she was there with her young niece Rebecca, and Rebecca's mom, Monica, who was Leslie's sister. Rebecca was 18, and Leslie had convinced her sister that a winter break trip would be a great treat for an auntie to give her special niece.
Monica had no idea just how special Rebecca was, and how much her Aunt Leslie enjoyed the journey the two of them had made, into the taboo world of pleasure together. Rebecca was indeed a beautiful young girl, whose hormones had blossomed to overflowing, and who had learned to be her auntie's pet lover, sometimes even with a black satin collar that said "Leslie's" on it, which she wore on command, and sometimes even alone, when she would come home from school and spread her legs in her bedroom, typing emails back and forth with her naughty older relative.
Now they were all in a two bedroom condo, one with a queen bed for Leslie and one with two double beds, for Monica and Rebecca. Leslie turned and shrugged out of her short morning robe, standing naked in front of the living room doors, sliding one open, letting the soft, mellow air wash over her body. She was 41 now, with a body that was softer and rounder than it used to be, but still trim enough to sometimes turn a head. Her medium-length dark wavy hair fluffed itself in the breeze, and the tan/pink nipples that centered her soft, round C cup tits puckered themselves a little.
Her hands slid over her tummy, and down to the trimmed dark hair that she kept fairly short above her pussy lips, especially on a trip to the beach, where she would wear a suit designed to show just a little too much. But her nipples also puckered as she combed her pubic hair and thought of her beautiful teen pet, who had dark brown hair, a little longer than Leslie's, who had barely B cup tits that were yet to fill out to match her mother's or her auntie's, both fuller and bouncier.
Rebecca's tits were firm and round, like half circles, sweet and tasty. Her nipples were sharp and pointy, lovely bullseyes right in the center, and pointed straight out as if to be offering themselves for play. Her arms and legs and torso were taught and firm, and her solid booty just cried out to be fondled.
Oh, how Leslie loved to caress every nook and crease, every rounded part of her niece, especially when Rebecca lay back and spread herself, rolling this way and that, twisting and arching to give her aunt access to wherever the command was given.
"You might be a little exposed there, Aunt Leslie," a soft voice cooed from behind her.
"Where is your mother?" Leslie answered, turning to face her niece. Rebecca had on an overly long pink tee that said "Siesta Key" across the bosom, and a pair of matching panties.
"She just went into the bathroom," answered Rebecca, stepping forward for an intimate embrace.
Leslie turned so that Rebecca's back was to the open door, and then spun her niece to face the blue water. A few morning walkers were beginning to move back and forth across the beach at water level, perhaps 40 or 50 yards away. "Up," Leslie commanded, and Rebecca lifted her arms upwards, and back to feel the sides of her aunt's hair, at the same time pressing her flimsily clad bottom into Leslie's lap.
Leslie reached down and pulled her niece's tee up to her chin, exposing those firm young tits to the sun, the breeze, and possibly to whomever might take time to really look closely at the row of buildings lining the beachfront.
"What if mom comes out?" Rebecca quizzed, "and catches you showing me off?"
"I'm listening, darling Becks," answered Leslie, "and I plan to be showing you off more than your mother could possibly expect. Are you finally ready for that, sweetheart?" Leslie let her lips linger next to Rebecca's ear, her tongue slipping around it, and her teeth tugging on the lobe.
"Ohhh god yes, Aunt Leslie, whatever you say... Whatever you want... You KNOW I will do whatever...whatever..." Leslie could tell that the youthful erotic energy that she had kindled in this ever so quickly growing female was bubbling to the surface already. It always did, especially when Leslie's voice took on a commanding tone.
Leslie walked her beautiful young niece forward, until they stood at the threshold of the sliding door to the deck. The morning sun set Rebecca's naked tits aglow, and Leslie tucked the rolled up tee into Rebecca's mouth.
"Hold this, my pet," she blew into Rebecca's ear, "There are people walking the beach who want to admire you."
Indeed there were walkers, and Rebecca's eyes widened with the realization that if they looked, barely 40 yards away, her body would be on display. She felt the instant warmth of arousal between her legs, and then felt her aunt's hands sliding from her belly downward, rolling her little bikini cut panties down until they were nothing more than a narrow role of fabric at the top of her thighs.
"How does the ocean breeze feel on your teen pussy, darling?" Aunt Leslie crooned. "I see you are keeping a nice furry triangle for me to play with, trimmed just enough to be hidden behind your little swimsuit, I trust? I hope your mother doesn't mind you showing even so much of your body when you wear it. Does it turn your faucet on, darling, to know your tits and pussy are open to the world this morning?"
Leslie's reference to Rebecca's "faucet" was an intimacy that Leslie had created when she learned how much her hormone filled young niece flowed when she was particularly aroused.
"Mmmmffff," Rebecca nodded, and Leslie let one hand slide down to cup the girl's mound, fingers searching and finding the wetness that was already seeping.
Leslie sighed, and rolled Rebecca's panties back up, "I guess we can't really let your mother catch me showing her daughter to the world, at least not yet."
They heard a door close, and quickly dropped the tee shirt over Rebecca's frame again, and slipped her own robe back on just as her sister Monica came out of her room into the living space. Monica was dressed for the beach, wearing a somewhat conservative two piece suite, mostly off white with a flowered print. Her hips were womanly, but not overly so, and her legs were in good shape. Her mature bottom still held well, and Leslie could see that her sister's genes had lent themselves well to her daughter's finely rounded firm teen ass.
