The Itch

By: I. M. Libertine

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©2011

All rights reserved.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or 
dead is entirely coincidental.

This story contains content which is not suitable for those under the 
age of 18.  Reader discretion is advised.

This story contains graphic descriptions of pedophilia and incest.  If you 
find this disturbing or distasteful, feel free not to read it.


Catagories: fg, inc, pedo, cons

+++The Itch+++

       I was lying on my bed reading when my phone rang.  It was my Aunt Nancy asking if I could watch Nan for the evening while she and my Uncle Vince went out to the movies.  Having nothing better to do I said I would and would be over in about fifteen minutes.

	I slipped on a windbreaker, tied my long, auburn hair into a ponytail, and checked myself out in the mirror.  At 12 I was fairly tall, and my breasts had already started budding into puffy little cones.  I’d asked 
my mom a couple of weeks earlier to buy me a training bra, to which she had insisted that I was still too young; her little girl.

	Not her little girl much longer, I thought as I reached up and tweaked my nipples under the windbreaker.  The feeling was intense.  I felt a familiar itch down in my jeans and lowered a hand down to my cooter.  I ran my nails along the seam at the crotch of my jeans.  Closing my eyes, I savored the sensation for a moment before remembering that Aunt Nancy was waiting for me.  I sighed and left the room.

	On my way out of the house, I stopped in the living room to let my mom know I was going to baby sit Nan.  Her attention barely left her television program; she just nodded and murmured something.  I slipped out of the front door, climbed on my bicycle and headed for Aunt Nancy’s house.

	As I arrived at the house Aunt Nancy and Uncle Vince were already stepping into their car.  I saw Nan standing on the doorstep, and when she saw me she started complaining about how she didn’t need a babysitter.  I waved as Aunt Nancy and Uncle Vince pulled out of the driveway, dropped my bicycle onto the lawn, and hustled up the steps of the house.

	“Hey-ya, squirt,” I said, reaching down to tussle Nan’s shoulder length blond hair.	
	“Stop calling me that,” she whined, ducking under my hand and dodging into the house.	
	I stepped into the house and closed door behind me.  I saw that Nan had taken a spot on the sofa in front of the television.  I sat down next to her and asked, “Whatcha watching?” On the television screen the Teletubbies were frolicking around, babbling in their weird nonsense language.
	“A stupid baby show,” Nan said.  She crossed her arms over her slender chest and pouted.	
	I sighed and resigned myself to the long evening ahead.  I unzipped my windbreaker, shrugged it off and tossed it over the sofa.  The house was chilly and my nipples reacted, popping up under the thin cotton of my T shirt.  I laced my fingers behind my head, leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes.
	I’m not sure how long I napped before I felt it.  Something poked at my left nipple.  Moments later a pair of fingers were teasing it, pinching and twisting.  “That’s nice,” I murmured, parting my knees.  I slipped a hand between my thighs and started rubbing my cooter trough my jeans.
	“What are you doing,” Nan asked.	
	I startled awake.  There was Nan, fingers poised over my nipple, staring curiously at the hand which still rubbed at my crotch.
	“What are you doing,” I answered.	
	“Your titties look funny,” Nan said.	
	“That’s what yours will look like one day.”	
	“Does it really feel nice when I do that?”	
	An idea was formulating in back of my head, one which excited me.  I reached up with a finger and brushed a lock of golden hair behind Nan’s ear.  “Wanna see?”
	I reached down and slipped Nan’s blue Donald Duck T shirt over her head.  I gazed down at her.  She now wore nothing but a pair of blue shorts and socks.  Her bare chest was pale, her nipples were firm and erect.  I took one between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle squeeze.
	“Does that feel nice,” I whispered softly.	
	“I-I guess,” she whispered back.	
	I slipped my own shirt over my head revealing my tits.  I took her hand and placed it over my left breast.
	“Do what you were doing,” I said softly.	
	As her tiny fingers began teasing my nipple, I did the same to hers.  Soon Nan’s breathing was rapid, her eyes half closed, her jaw slack.  I leaned forward and placed my lips against her ear.
	“Is that nice,” I whispered, blowing softly into her ear.	
	Nan’s only answer was a nod.  I kissed her ear gently; she whimpered softly as I nibbled the lobe.	
	My heart pounded, a fire raged between my thighs.  I pulled back from Nan and undid the snap of her shorts.  As I pulled them down her legs I noticed a tiny wet spot on her white panties.  I knelt down in front of her and ran my hands from her calves to her hips.  “You’re very pretty,” I whispered as I leaned in and kissed her belly button.  I gently spread her knees and pressed my face in to lick her twat.  She whimpered as my tongue lavished the damp material of her panties; within seconds she cried out as her back arched.  She struggled out of my grasp and curled into a fetal position on the sofa.  After a moment her eyes opened.
	“That was nice.” She murmured softly.	
	I smiled.  “Now you have to do me.”	
	I lay back on the sofa, undid my jeans and pushed them and my panties down my legs.  I spread my knees and revealed the wet gash of my pussy.  Nan clambered off the sofa and took up position between my thighs.  Desperate for her, I curled my fingers around the back of her neck and pulled her into my 
crotch.  At first she turned her face away, but with gentle coaxing her lips were against my cunt, her inexperienced tongue lapping hungrily at my juices.  The feeling was exquisite, soon I was grinding myself against her face, gasping and moaning.

+++

	Much later, I heard a car pull into the driveway.  Aunt Nancy and Uncle Vince bustled through the door and asked how things had gone.  I explained how we had watched TV for while then I had put Nan to bed.  They thanked me profusely.
	I simply smiled warmly and said, “Really, we had a great time.  And if you ever need a babysitter, feel free to give me a call.”

The End
