Felix (Slim), Male, 9

	- Narrator, nephew of Jamie

	- Pale white skin, 4'1, 55lbs, short brown hair

Jamie, Female, 30

	- Aunt of Felix

	- Beige skin, 5'1, 80lbs, golden-brown hair past shoulders

As soon as possible turned out to take place over a year later, unfortunately. Aunt Jamie left after that one night and moved far away. I longed to relive what we'd done, but for whatever reason, I never realized I could just jerk off without her there. I hadn't put all that together yet. I missed her fresh panties, too, but I made do with the pair she'd left me, though they lost her lovely scent much quicker than most.

Aunt Jamie arrived over summer break. I'd just turned nine a week earlier. I was taller than before, naturally, but still on the low end for my age, and still too skinny. Aunt Jamie was also too skinny when she came to stay for a week with us so that Mom and Dad could take a special second honeymoon cruise somewhere exotic. I think it was Costa Rica or Belize or somewhere like that.

They left me with Aunt Jamie for the week. The woman looked to me much as she had so many months earlier. I was too young to notice the age lines forming. She was thirty by that time, and her hard life had continued to age her too quickly. But at nine, I didn't notice that.

What I did notice, however, was that she was very pretty. I suppose I'd started to look at girls by then. Nothing sexual, but the first rays of puberty were soon to be on my horizon, and my little pecker got hard a lot, though I still hadn't rediscovered masturbation. I wondered if Aunt Jamie remembered what we'd done when I was still seven.

She hadn't forgotten. My parents were gone all of three hours when my aunt sat with me on the couch in the late evening and asked, “Want to play with my purse again?”

I surged. “Yes!”

She smiled. “Let's go to the bedroom, then.”

I followed her and, inside, watched as she turned around and looked me over. Aunt Jamie wore another skirt, this one leather and short, her blouse a dark-gray. “Want to see the whole me?”

I nodded, not exactly understanding, but I knew enough to agree.

“Okay, but only if I get to see the whole you, too,” she told me.

“Okay,” I affirmed.

“So,” Aunt Jamie said, “get naked.”

“Huh?”

“Naked,” she laughed, “as in, take off your clothes.”

“Oh,” I replied. I don't know why, but it felt more strange to complete undress than it had to just pull my wiener out for her. But I did it while she watched. As had become usual, my pecker was hard as I pulled down my underwear and sat them aside.

Aunt Jamie smiled and said, “I was right. That's one is going to be big. You're what, nine?”

I nodded.

“Already got a small man cock. And you're just getting started.”

I looked down at my dick like I had dozens of times. I had no point of reference for big or small, child's cock or man's. I guessed Aunt Jamie liked it, so that was good enough for me.

She shed her clothes quickly, pausing to pull down her panties and tossing them at me. I fumbled them a moment, but caught hold before they fell. “Go ahead,” she told me, “smell them.” I was caught between my deep-set fixation on Aunt Jamie's soiled underwear and the fact that she was standing in front of me, naked, her thin, light-skinned body so small to a boy of nine. I could see her ribs and the outline of her hip bones. Her small breasts were round and had a small sag, tipped by dark-red circles and tiny, rising points of flesh just above. I didn't know much at that age, but even so, I knew the thrill of Aunt Jamie's naked breasts and furry nethers so wantonly displayed in front of me.

I tore my eyes from her nude body and inhaled against the damp panties, old sensations of happiness and warmth filling me. It had been way too long since I'd last sniffed Aunt Jamie's scent. It was intoxicating. The odors on the fabric were not quite as strong as I remembered, but they still made me feel really funny each time I pushed them against my nose and inhaled against the moist, stained gusset. The ripe, natural scent of Aunt Jamie's panties made me swoon and keep sniffing.

“So, come on,” she said, naked and crawling on the bed. “I'm going to show you something new this time.”

I grinned, eager and willing. Aunt Jamie motioned me onto the bed and I slid in next to her, panties still in my fist. One of her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she smiled at me. She grabbed one of my hands and put it over one of her boobs. “These are my titties,” Aunt Jamie told me, “its where the milk comes from.”

“Milk?”

“Well,” she chuckled, “if I had a baby. There's no milk in them right now. Go on,” Aunt Jamie encouraged me, “see what they feel like.”

So I did. My fingers danced over her flesh, and with a bit of direction, I started to squeeze Aunt Jamie's boobs, delighted by the way each was warm and pliable. I noticed her hand had strayed down between her legs, rapidly stroking the furry patch there. “Oh, so you want to touch there again, eh, Slim?”

I nodded, unsure that I knew much at that moment, but I knew I wanted to touch Aunt Jamie's special place.

“Well, go ahead, then,” Aunt Jamie said, grinning, letting her hand drift away as her legs parted wide and she pulled her knees up. She made me crawl between her thighs and said, “I remember when you were playing with me last all those months ago, Slim. Loved it enough to play with myself thinking about it since then. Do you remember how?”

I did, vividly, recall how I'd put my fingers in that little wet hole hidden down below. I slid a finger inside and was rewarded with Aunt Jamie's moan. The hot, slick folds let me slide in easily, and I was again surprise by how deep I could push my finger. I added a second, like she liked before, then a third. It felt like I was stretching Aunt Jamie's special place, but she really liked it.

The odors wafting from Aunt Jamie's spread thighs was strong and wonderful. It was similar to the scents on the panties, but stronger, warmer in my nose. I inhaled and shivered. I would wonder only later if Aunt Jamie liked to go unwashed for days at a time. All I was sure of then was that the dense, sharp smell of her body was my favorite thing in the world.

“Now, Slim, I want you to put your mouth just here,” she told me, drawing back the hairy flesh near the top of her slit, “that hard thing is my clitty. Lick it for me.”

I hesitated not at all, keeping my fingers inside Aunt Jamie's wet hole and pushing my mouth over where she pointed. The taste was unlike anything I'd ever known. Fleshy, sure, but there was an interesting mix of stale, salty and bitter flavors, like she's not wiped herself after going to the bathroom. I didn't dislike it. In fact, my wiener got harder as the intense flavors joined the strong odor of Aunt Jamie's crotch in my nose and mouth.

I lapped against the risen nub and giggled, the flesh there growing bigger, sticking out from the rest of the reddish-brown and pink skin. It jiggled when my tongue flashed by, so I did it again. Aunt Jamie moaned and her hips wiggled. I started to lap faster, my aunt moving her butt so that it made her hole slide up and down the three fingers still held inside her.

Suddenly, Aunt Jamie started trembling. “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh-fuuuuuck-fuuuuuuck-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhh.” Her head had rolled back and she was shaking and jerking. Her legs clenched around my head, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn't breath. She cried out, “Yes! Uh... uh... Yes! Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck!” I remembered this was how she sounded when I'd made her feel really good the last time, so I kept my tongue out and my fingers were deep in her hole as she quivered and finally began to slow her movements.

“Damn, Slim... you know how to make a woman feel damn good!”

Aunt Jamie was watching me a moment before she reached down and took my shoulders. “Want me to make you a man?”

I nodded, eyes wide, no idea what she meant.

“Come on,” she said, helping me move over her, “that's it, now. Get between my legs good. That's the spot. Oh, Slim, I can feel it jumping.”

“Huh?” I said, not understanding. Nothing was jumping that I saw.

I felt her fingers on my wiener and I realized it was really hard. It felt bigger in her hands than before, like it had grown. The smile on her face said she was enjoying touching me there. “Getting big, Slim. Getting big. Big enough to put in his aunt's purse. Come on,” she said, one hand on my dickie, the other on my hips, “stick it right into that hole...”

I was buzzing, nervous and excited. I still knew nothing about sex outside of those spare moments with Aunt Jamie's instruction, but part of me understood I was about to do something amazing and monumental.

Aunt Jamie pulled my hips forward hard, and warm, velvet slickness wrapped my penis with wonderful sensations. I looked down between us, her hand falling away, to see the base of my dick just outside the lips of my aunt's special place. I was throbbing inside her. Throbbing, and unable to hold still.

My body had a mind of its own. Resting on Aunt Jamie, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, my head against her neck, I started to hump. It was instinct, I guess. I had no context for my movements, and I doubt I did much right, but goddamn did it feel great! I pumped and pumped, not sure why, not much caring, either. Aunt Jamie laughed and held me tighter. “You're in me, Slim! You're fucking your aunt! My little virgin! That's it,” she said, encouraging, “keep doing that... keep humping my purse.”

I began to grow warm against Aunt Jamie's flesh. Sweat formed on my forehead and where our bodies were pressed together. My dickie felt raw and wonderful. I humped and humped, feeling myself growing tense. I started to moan unconsciously. I heard Aunt Jamie whisper, “Do it, Slim. Fill me up.”

I thought maybe she meant try to make my penis bigger, so I concentrated, squeezing muscles to make sure I was as big as possible inside her. It made my body convulse, and for long moments, a wild, burning euphoria swept over me. I didn't stop humping, too caught up, too in sync with my aunt's body to stop moving.

“Damn... that's it, Slim,” Aunt Jamie told me, her hips rising to meet my awkward thrusts, “keep doing it... keep fucking me...”

I pumped and pumped and pumped. I could feel that our nether regions were a wet mess. The strong odors from her crotch were thick around us and I inhaled the stinky smell as I panted. I felt her hand slide between us, and I thought she wanted me to stop, so I froze in place.

“Don't stop!” Aunt Jamie commanded. I could feel her fingers twitching down between us. I wondered if she was touching that hard piece of her flesh at the top of her special place. She liked to be touched there. I started humping again, and in moments, Aunt Jamie started to wail and shudder. It made me feel really good to have her body under mine when that happened. Her other hand was clawing at my back almost painfully.

Finally, she grew still and quiet and my body began to slow on its own. Her hands drifted down and she grasped my buttocks, pulling me tight against her.

“Did you have one?” she asked me, her eyes barely open.

“One what?”

She laughed, “An orgasm, silly.”

“Oh,” I replied, thinking about it. I remembered having one of those with Aunt Jamie the last time, but I couldn't really recall what that meant. I just shrugged.

“Well, let's make sure you have at least one. Lay on your back,” she told me, pushing my body off of her. I felt my dickie spring free from her wet, hairy hole. As I lay back, I could see it was hard and shiny, streaked with something whitish.

Aunt Jamie rose to her knees and knelt over my penis. I saw her sniff my wiener. Aunt Jamie smiled and wrinkled her nose. She purred as she wrapped a fist around it, then I was shocked to see her putting her face close. In seconds, her mouth opened and she slid her wet, soft lips down my length. God, it felt great! Aunt Jamie hummed as she started moving up and down on my dickie. It felt like she was sucking. I could feel the pressure added to the pleasurable sensations of her mouth and lips. I buzzed and couldn't look away.

I started to burn and tense again, like I had when humping Aunt Jamie, and like when she'd taught me how to stroke myself. My back arched and my hips rose. I moaned in pleasure when something seemed to flood through me, starting with the tip of my dickie and then rushing into the rest of my body.

Aunt Jamie backed off, grinning and licking her lips. “There you go, Slim. No cum yet, but still so great to get you to orgasm. Can't wait til that thing shoots, though... Won't be long before you've got hairs starting to grow.”

I just lay there, tingling, a grin on my face. I didn't know what significance there was to hairs growing, but if it made Aunt Jamie happy, then I was happy.

“Want to sleep in here with your Aunt Jamie tonight?” she asked.

I could only nod. Before long, Aunt Jamie had pulled the covers up over me, turned off the lights, and climbed in. I instinctively curled against her, enjoying the way her arms kept me close, her knee resting near my pecker which seemed to want to grow hard again. She giggled and whispered, “Night, Slim. We'll play with that thing down there in the morning.”

I grinned and felt very happy and sleepy.

- - -

True to her word, I woke with Aunt Jamie's fingers wrapped around my dickie. She was slowly stroking me. Soon, her mouth was over it again. I woke slowly, enjoying this new morning sensation which was unlike any morning I'd ever known. Before I could, as she had called it, 'orgasm,' Aunt Jamie stopped and said, “Let's try something new...”

She crawled over me, throwing the sheets to the side, and straddled my hips. I watched as she positioned her furry slit over my bobbing penis, and then she sank down, once more fitting that lovely, wet and hot hole over my length.

In the still air with the blankets swept aside, I smelled the stale, rich odors of Aunt Jamie's crotch. Much like the night before, they were strong and wonderful. I wanted to wipe her smelly slickness all over my body.

Aunt Jamie started to ride me. Looking back, I had a nice cock for a nine-year old. It was long enough that Aunt Jamie could actually ride it without just grinding against me. She moved a couple of inches up then back down. Each movement was amazing. She smiled at me and said, “touch my titties.”

I did, caressing them both at the same time. I loved playing with Aunt Jamie's tits. They were warm and wonderful, and it seemed to really make my aunt purr and enjoy herself. She started to shudder over me and I felt myself doing that thing where I burned and tensed and then felt really good. She cried out, “Uh-uh-uhhhhh-uh-uh-uhhhhh... fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuck, Slim... uhn-uhn-uhhhhh...”

I could barely hold on to her titties as she bounced and writhed. I had enough experience by then to know that she'd had an orgasm, and I had, as well. Her nether region had made mine really wet and sticky. Those delicious, ripe, intoxicating scents which came from down there were even stronger as she sweated and moved over me. I could feel my dickie still throbbing inside Aunt Jamie's hairy hole as her body slowly jerked and began to relax.

- - -

For the rest of the days of my parent's vacation, Aunt Jamie and I shared her bed and our bodies. I thought she was wonderful. I suppose I loved her, and more than just as my aunt. She was kind to me. Really kind. She gave me orgasms. She let me smell her filthy panties and her unwashed crotch. I didn't look forward to when my parents would return.

But they did return, and Aunt Jamie and I had to stop our fun completely. We promised again that it was 'our secret.' An hour before my parents had returned, she gave me an especially soiled pair of panties so that I would have something close to me to enjoy which smelled like her.

We had no chance to resume our fun that summer. Aunt Jamie got a good job offer to work with a friend in another state, and she left less than a week later, promising me we'd see each other again soon. I didn't cry when she left, but I did when I ran to my room moments afterwards.

The scent of her unwashed crotch hit my nose and I rooted around my bed, finding another pair of soiled panties which Aunt Jamie had stuffed under my pillow. I brought them to my face and inhaled the stink. They were still wet and I fell asleep, no longer crying, with the scent of my aunt's unwashed body in my nose.