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Subject: {ASSM} Tam and Claire {uncle grumbles} (Fg, ped, cons, rom, lac, inc)
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Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2008 07:10:03 -0500
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author: Uncle Grumbles
title: Tam and Claire
summary: Aunt Claire breastfeeds her baby, and Niece Tam finds 
herself fascinated.
keywords: Fg, ped, cons, rom, lac, inc
keywords: awakening

===

"Greedy little sucker, isn't she?"

"She is that, yes."

Tam watched her baby cousin Erica devour her mother's breast.

They sat together on the couch in the sun room. Aunt Claire's shirt was 
unbuttoned half way down for the baby. 

Claire crooned wordlessly to her infant daughter, rocking gently side 
to side.

Aunt Claire was twenty-four, twice as old as Tam herself. Four months 
after her pregnancy her normally willowy figure was still a bit heavy, 
softer and rounder than Tam was accustomed to. Her not-overly-large 
breasts sagged a bit.

Two days into Tam's visit, this was only the third time she'd watched 
Erica nurse. She didn't think she'd ever get tired of it.

Presently, Claire switched Erica over to her other breast, rearranging 
the shirt to cover the first one. Tam found herself staring at the 
nipple peaking out.

Erica's mouth slowed and stopped. Her eyes closed. Claire waited a few 
minutes, then stood up and carried her over to the bassinet. 

"There! That oughta hold the little sucker for an hour or so!" They 
giggled. 

"Auntie?"

"Yeah?"

Tam's usually brash voice had been quiet for the baby, but, Claire 
thought, now it was shy as well. She'd never heard that tone from Tam.

"What...what does it..."

"What does it taste like? Well, most folks don't like it. It's thin 
compared to cow's milk. There's some in the fridge, but I don't think 
it's quite the same when it's reheated."

"I tried it already. It's...thin, like you say. I didn't think to warm 
it up."

"Tam..." That was for on-the-go, and Tam had a tendency to stand in 
the refrigerator door, drinking from the carton.

"I just poured a little out into a glass! I just wanted to...." Tam 
got into trouble a lot. She could be pretty defensive.

Aunt Claire rolled her eyes.

"Ah, no harm done, but if you knew, why did you ask?"

"Well...."

For some reason Tam was embarrassed, staring down at her feet, sitting 
on her hands, face flushed. Claire had never seen this before, and found 
a shy Tam utterly charming. She couldn't help herself.

"If you want, there's one way to find out for sure."

Tam got it instantly, and sat bolt upright, staring at her aunt. Her 
mouth gaped open.

Claire laughed, and Tam's face clouded over. Quick with her own 
snark, she could not bear to be laughed at or made fun of.

"I'm sorry," said Claire, "But, oh, Tam, you should have seen your 
expression! You looked like a little fish. You were very cute.... Never 
mind," she said hastily. "If it's too embarrassing for you, you 
don't have to."

Tam had never backed down from a challenge in her life.

"No," she said. "It's not that. I want to know." 

In the little time she'd spent with her aunt since her Uncle Karl's 
courtship and marriage, starting about three years ago, Tam had 
learned that "I want to know" was like a magic spell for opening doors.

"You really want to do this?

Tam nodded, grimly determined now, as if she had taken a bet to eat a 
worm. She understood, dimly, that knowing things was good, but 
learning them was often not pleasant. This didn't look to be painful, 
like many of her lessons, but it could be...had already 
been...embarrassing, and Tam didn't like to be embarrassed. There were 
so many, many ways to be wrong.

"OK, sweetheart, put your feet up here on the couch and stretch out on 
your side with your head in my lap, facing me...."

There was a bit of a to-do while the two arranged themselves. Finally, 
Tam found herself in Claire's arms, propped on a throw pillow in her 
lap, face only a few inches away from Claire's breast.

The nipple was a dark reddish brown wrinkled button the size of Tam's 
thumb tip, surrounded by an aureole two inches across. It pointed up a 
bit.

She looked up; Claire smiled her gentle, encouraging smile, and nodded. 
"Any time you're ready, darling."

Tam stuck her tongue out and gave the nipple a slow, broad, 
inquisitive lick. Claire drew a sharp little breath, but held steady.

The nipple tasted vaguely of milk, yes, and...skin, Tam supposed, or 
sweat, or Erica's spit -- anyway, it was a little salty. Then she took 
a deep breath, put her lips to Claire's nipple, and gave a tentative 
suck. Nothing happened.

She sucked harder. A little warm milk flowed into her mouth. It 
was maybe a bit sweeter than the milk in the fridge had been. She 
sucked again, even more strongly.

The nipple swelled under her lips. The milk flowed. She swallowed. Her 
mouth opened a bit wider, took in more of the breast. That seemed to 
help her suck.

She realized Claire was crooning to her, too, just as she had for 
Erica, and was rocking her back and forth, just a little. She found 
herself relaxing. She stopped tasting the milk, although it continued 
to flow, and she just floated in Claire's arms, the nipple pulsing 
rhythmically between her lips. Every two or three sucks, she had 
enough to swallow.

After a time, Claire shifted. Tam pulled away from the nipple and 
looked up.

"You were falling asleep. How was it?"

Tam lay in Claire's arms, indeed a bit drowsy. She had no desire to 
move.

"It was...thin, like you said. Not much taste at all, really. Not bad, 
I guess, but nothing I'd want a whole glass of with pancakes."

Aunt Claire laughed. Aunt Claire was the first grown-up who had ever 
laughed at what Tam said when she meant it to be laughed at.

"Aunt Claire...?"

"Yes, baby girl?" Tam didn't like being called "baby", either, but Aunt
Claire said it with real affection, not as a taunt, and besides...well. 
She couldn't really argue with that now, could she?

"Aunt Claire... I really like this. Like you holding me like this. Can 
I...."

"'May I'." Claire had been a fifth grade teacher before Erica.

"MAY I do it again?"

"Any time you want, baby cakes. We don't have to stop now, if you don't 
want to. I like holding you like this. And you're a lot easier on me 
than Little Miss Greedy Pig over there, who is starting to nibble a bit 
too hard."

They grinned at each other.

Tam snuggled down a bit, and again put her mouth to the nipple. After 
only a few mouthfuls, though, she looked up again.

"Aunt Claire?"

"Yes, baby doll?"

"I...I'm glad we did this, but...."

Tam thought her Aunt Claire tensed, just a bit. Many ways to  make a 
mistake....

"'But', my precious?"

Tam took a breath and plunged on. "But I wasn't going to ask how it 
tasted. Because, like I said, I'd already tried it. What I really wanted
to know was, what does it feel like?"

Claire went very, very still, even stopped breathing. Amazingly, she 
blushed, a little, her cheeks turning a rosy gold.

She shifted away from Tam, helped her swing around and sit up. For a 
moment, Tam was afraid she'd asked too much, although she didn't 
understand how. So many ways.... She started casting about for an 
explanation, an excuse. Aunt Claire was frowning, just a little, her 
eyebrows furrowing. Then she turned towards Tam, gazed searchingly into 
her face, and took her hands.

"Oh, Tam, my darling, my sweetness, there is only one way 
to find out. I'm afraid the refrigerator can't help with this one."

In Aunt Claire's voice, Tam found herself standing at the edge of a 
cliff she had not known was there, and still could not quite make out. 
How had she gotten here? She tried to take a step back.

"Well, we don't need to wake Erica right now...."

"No indeed not. That would be unwise. Besides, as I say, she's 
beginning to bite. No, my love, if you want...I could...you could 
nurse me. Without the milk of course, and that does have its own feel. 
But everything else...and I promise not to bite."

Tam was startled. She had thought that, when next Erica grew restless, 
she could be, like, her pacifier, or something.

The thought of beautiful, elegant Aunt Claire putting her perfect mouth 
on Tam's own little breasts was making her dizzy.

Suddenly, though, there was nothing else she wanted more. Still, she 
tried to stop her slide.

"Auntie, I don't think you'll fit on my lap."

Aunt Claire laughed.

"Indeed not. Stand up and face me." Standing, Tam was almost as tall 
as Claire was sitting. "OK, now, Tam. What comes next?" This in her 
prompting teacher's voice.

"What?", Tam asked, then, "Oh." She began to unbutton her shirt. 

"Go ahead and take it off, dear," said Claire, "then turn around, and 
I'll help you with your bra."

Bra. Her Mom had gotten it for her, her first bra, only a couple of 
weeks ago, leaving it on her dresser in a tissue-stuffed gift bag for 
her to find when she came home from school. It cut down on the annoying 
friction of her shirts on her nipples, something that had only recently 
started bothering her. It was a bit too big; she barely filled the cups, 
small as they were. She'd struggled with the clasps behind her back, but 
finally left it hooked together with a strip of duct tape to keep it 
closed, and pulled it on and off like a tank-top. She hadn't even 
thought of it until now. Somehow, the image of taking it off in front of 
Aunt Claire made her fingers stiff. She barely managed the last few 
buttons, then shrugged out of the shirt, and gave it to Claire.

"Turn around...Oh. Put your arms up over your head."

Claire reached around, and put her hands across Tam's belly, just 
below the rib cage. Tam was so startled she tried to pull away.

"What...what are...."

Claire hugged her tight. 

"Shhh, it's alright, sweetheart. Hold still, now. Do you still want to 
try this?"

Tam paused a beat, then nodded, just the barest tilt of her head.

"OK, my love, you're OK."

Tam stood there in her Aunt's embrace. Tam felt as hot as an oven; 
Claire's hands were cool and soothing. They stood like that for a 
moment more, until Tam caught her breath.

"OK, I'm OK. I'm ready." She put her hands up over her head, and in 
the moment before it happened, realized what would happen next.

Aunt Claire's hands slid up to cup her budding breasts, and smoothly 
slipped the little bra off her chest. Tam's little vision had not
prepared her for the feel of Auntie's hands on her breasts, but it was
over before she could react.

It came up and off her shoulders, over her head, somehow not tangling 
her tomboy hair, which it did about every other time for her. She 
thought, Auntie can't do it that way with her hair. How does she do it?

She turned back towards Aunt Claire.

Claire saw a gawky colt, wide-eyed, ready to bolt, but standing her 
ground. Tam had lost her baby fat years ago, but was starting to get 
some of it back as hips, with just enough to soften the ribs that are 
often so prominent on girls her age. Her curves were mere sketches, but 
their promise was great. She had lovely little breasts, like the tops of 
two cream frosted cupcakes with dabs of dark pink in the center. Tam, 
like her mother, like her Uncle Karl, Claire's husband, was pale, 
freckled, blonde. Her eyes were dark gray, only hints of blue in the 
right light. Her face was narrow, her mouth full and easily brought to a 
frown or a yell or a wicked grin. Like her mother, like her Uncle Karl. 
Claire loved her husband, passionately, missed him terribly when he was 
away on business, like now, and the hints of his face flashing from this 
girl were almost unbearable.

Now that mouth was open, surprised, eminently kissable. Claire, 
barely, held back. She had pushed her niece to the limit with the bra, 
and she didn't want to risk any more, not just yet.

She handed the shirt back to Claire. "Slip this on, so you don't get 
cold, but leave it open, OK?"

"OK." Tam put her arms in the sleeves, and settled it across her 
shoulders.

"OK, are you ready? Tell me if we're going too fast." A challenge. 
Always make it a challenge.

"No, I, you just startled me a bit. OK, I'm ready. What now?"

Claire settled back into the cushions, slumping a bit. She let her knees
drop apart.

"Come sit here, on my thigh...Ah, too low." She pushed Tam back, 
got another pillow -- there were lots of pillows of all shapes and 
sizes around every couch and many of the chairs in the house. This one 
was a triangular prism shape, with a base spreading across her lap and 
a long ridge topped with heavy piping running from her knees to her 
belly. "Try kneeling on the couch, straddling my lap, and sit on this...
good. Snuggle up to me now...good. Ready?"

Tam was...far from ready. Somehow this was...not what she had 
expected; far more serious, far, far more intense than she had 
remotely imagined it would be. The night after she first watched Erica 
nurse, she'd laid in bed and played with her nipples with her fingers, 
felt the slight tingle, felt them swell a bit, but this...standing 
half nude before Aunt Claire who had her own shirt open from feeding 
Erica...she'd been nude in front of her Mom, even other girls, 
changing clothes, taking showers at the swimming pool, and that was 
nothing...this was electric. She didn't know if she would melt, or 
explode, or simply pass out. Maybe, she thought, almost in a panic, 
maybe I should stop. Maybe I should run away.

The pillow was not helping. She flexed her legs to take pressure off
it.

And then she was startled to see her hands reach out, and cradle the 
back of Aunt Claire's head, slipping under the long, glossy, midnight 
hair. She had not willed them to do that. Never before had her body 
done something without her will. But she could not have stopped them 
without dropping dead on the spot.

Claire put her hands inside Tam's shirt, behind Tam's back, bracing 
her, steadying her. "OK, lollipop girl. Here we go."

She moved her head forward, towards Tam's waiting left nipple, slowly, 
slowly...Tam held her breath...and then Claire's tongue flicked out 
and swirled once around Tam's nipple. Tam gasped and arched back, but 
Claire's arms held her, wouldn't let her go.

"Heh heh, turnabout's fair play, girl. Steady now, steady."

Claire leaned forward again, her hair spilling over Tam's chest. 
Claire licked her lips wetly, and planted them firmly around the 
child's nipple. She sucked at it gently, once, twice, three times, 
then brought her head back to ask how it felt.

Or tried. This time, it was she who was stopped by her niece's hands 
at the back of her head. 

"Don't stop," begged Tam. "Please don't stop."

Claire smiled to herself, and leaned in to her task. She sucked for a 
while, while Tam's ragged breath grew calm again. Unconsciously, Tam 
relaxed onto the pillow.

There was something at once soothing and exciting about the feel of
Auntie sucking at her breast. The pillow ceased to matter. Tam thought
that, biting or no, she wanted to feel Erica's mouth on her too. She
felt she could sit like this all day. She was thrilled to find that her
own body, her till-now useless breasts, could give her such comforting 
pleasure.

Tam's hands began to play with Aunt Claire's hair. Then, surprising 
herself again, she leaned forward and kissed the top of Auntie's head, 
nuzzling in her hair. She loved the smell of her Aunt's hair. She knew 
Claire's hair stuff in the shower was almost odorless, and wondered 
where the smell came from.

Claire responded by opening her mouth, covering as much of the breast 
with her lips as she could, closing her lips around the nipple again, 
then pulling back, stretching the breast, letting the nipple slip 
through and release, almost with a pop. She did it again, and again, and 
again. She held the nipple in her lips -- a taut, fat gumdrop now -- and 
flicked her tongue across it, back and forth, round and round. She 
closed her lips, pushing the nipple out with her tongue, sucking it 
in, pushing it out.

"Oh! Oh, Auntie! Oh my...oh my god." Suddenly, Tam felt her whole 
being collapse into her breast. That did not last long; the pillow 
began to come alive between her thighs, and she could not...quite...
press down into it hard enough. It was supposed to do something, but she
could not...quite make it do whatever that was. The sensation building 
between her legs was insatiable, and fed on the pleasure flowing from 
Claire's mouth into Tam's breast.

Claire dropped one hand down Tam's back and cupped her butt. The girl 

began to rock to and fro on the pillow she was straddling. The feel of 
Tam's muscles bunching and writhing through the skin-tight jeans was 
delectable.

Her other hand came up and covered Tam's open breast, gently kneading 
and massaging. Tam's hand covered Claire's, but did not stop it.

The implacable perfume of That Smell began to suffuse the room, but 
light and clean from a girl so young. Claire longed to taste....

Claire let the nipple slip through her lips again, then pulled back an 
inch and blew on the moist button. Tam gasped. Claire began frankly 
kissing Tam's breast, starting at the aureole, and circling out. She 
came back to the nipple, licking, blowing, sucking.

Suddenly That Smell exploded, and so did Tam. She pressed forward, 
grinding onto the pillow, tense as a bow string, hugging Claire's face 
into her breast. Claire sucked and tongued the nipple relentlessly. 
Every touch plucked a thrumming chord from Tam's body, from her head
down to whatever it was begging for release from between her legs. 

Tam moaned without words; it was a low, shuddering sound, through 
closed lips; she was clearly trying to keep from screaming. 

There was an unbearable sweetness in her breast, a luscious bursting in 
her loins...

...And she was done. Just like that. The exquisite pleasure in her 
nipple suddenly turned raw; she thought she'd never be able to bear it 
being touched again.

Tam sagged, then, arms around her Aunt's neck, panting.

Claire rubbed her back with both hands, steadying, calming. She nestled 
her face between Tam's breasts, instinctively avoiding the throbbing 
nipple.

"Good girl, there's my good girl, sweet baby, easy now, my love, pretty 
girl...." 

Finally, Tam's breathing slowed. She stared into Claire's face, 
searching for...she wasn't sure. Whatever it was, though, she found it 
in Claire's smiling eyes. She finally -- Finally! thought Claire -- 
leaned down and kissed Claire full on the mouth, not a peck, but not 
long and lingering, either. The kiss was heartfelt, but a bit diffident, 
as if Tam were afraid of setting off something she couldn't control.

She drew back, still holding Claire's eyes, and said, "Thank you. That 
was wonderful. I've never...I don't even...thank you."

"Tam, sweetheart, you were lovely, a pleasure. You're very 
welcome."

Tam leaned down, and nestled into Claire's shoulder, hugging her 
awkwardly from her perch.

Then, muffled by Claire's shirt: "Wow, I guess Erica's never done that 
to you, huh?"

It wasn't really that funny, but they started laughing and couldn't 
stop. Erica woke up and fussed at them. They disentangled themselves, 
and Claire went over and picked her up, checked her diaper. Yep, time 
for a change. Claire joggled Erica for a minute to calm her, and laid 
her on the blanket on the floor, and started to undo her. Tam was right 
there, bless her, with wipes and a fresh diaper. Her shirt was still 
open.

"Auntie?"

"Call me Claire, Tam. I think we've gone a bit beyond 'Auntie'."

"Claire...was that an orgasm?"

Which meant, Was that my first orgasm?

"It certainly looked like one to me. Are you... all right?"

Tam's eyes hooded. She frowned, thinking. She nodded. Then:

"Aun...Claire...there's...more, right?"

"There's no end to it, my love."

Tam nodded once, firmly. She came up behind Claire, who was still 
kneeling over Erica. She knelt down herself, and put her arms around 
Claire, right below her ribs, returning Claire's hug. She recoiled a bit
when her nipple touched Claire's back, but it was only a little sore 
now. The warm comfort of Claire's body in her arms, her breathing, her 
heartbeat, her wonderful, wonderful smell, were all well worth it. 

She held the hug for a moment, until Claire sat back on her heels and 
crossed her hands over Tam's. Tam put her lips up to Claire's ear, and 
whispered, "I want to know. I want to know it all."

===

Author's note: "No end to it," perhaps; I have indeed seen other  
glimpses of Tam's life with her Aunt and Uncle, and some back-story 
details have accumulated, but this is the only complete scene they've 
shown me. Don't hold your breath.

Here's a sketch of the backstory: 
Tam's Mom is...not very responsible, and Tam has on the one hand
suffered from that, and on the other hand has run wild. On the 
gripping hand, by her standards she's very self-sufficient. 

Tam believes she is "visiting" her Aunt and Uncle over summer vacation 
while her Mom tries to straighten out her life. In fact, Claire and Karl 
have official custody. The very responsible Karl is away, trying to help
his good for nothing sister get back on track. Again.

SFnal elements: Neither Child Protective Services nor STDs exist 
in Tam's world. This, and a few other dramatic anomalies, will not be 
explained, because damn it, we're here for the sex.

CPS, STDs, etc., definitely do exist in our world; you are warned. 

Thank you.


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