Chapter 9

Lana was emotionally exhausted. She had cried so much the last couple of days that there were no tears left. Today had been the worst. Aunt Stacy and she had stood and watched them lower her pa into the ground.

It was all her fault. If she hadn't wantonly seduced her own pa! Why did she have to entice him into fucking her? He had stuck his shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger with his toe to take away the guilt. The blame was all hers!

"I wish I was dead!" she said to herself.

She could hear her Aunt Stacy moving around in the next room, but all she wanted to do was stay under the covers and hide from the world.

Her aunt had other ideas on the matter as she stormed into the bedroom. Ripping back the covers, she ordered, "Okay, that's it, get your little ass out of that bed! You've wallowed in self- pity long enough. I've got a tub of water heated for you. You're going to take a bath, and then we're going to get out of this gloomy house for a while."

Lana tried to grab for the covers, wanting to hide back away, but her persistent aunt was having none of it. She had cried on her aunt's shoulder, telling her the whole sordid story. The older woman had seen red, but she was angry at her brother and the other men, not at Lana.

"Honey, all men are bastards. They let their hard cocks lead them around, instead of their brains!" she told Lana, stroking her long silky locks. "You give them some pussy and they'll give you anything you ask for!"

Lana gave in to her aunt's insistence. Getting up, she said, "Okay, okay, Aunt Stacy, you win. I'll get up."

"Hey, girl, first off knock off the aunt stuff, huh? You're making me feel like I'm an old lady! From now on it's just Stacy. Deal?"

"Deal, Aunt--ooops, I mean Stacy," Lana said. Smiling, she followed her aunt into the kitchen.

Their old galvanized tub was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. Lana could see the steam rising from the surface of the water. Stacy had told her about her apartment in the city with the inside plumbing and the big sunken tub for bathing in. It sounded so exquisite, compared to what she was used to. She had cried when Stacy had told her, "Well sure you'll come to live with me! I'm sure not going to leave you here to fend for yourself!"

Stacy busied herself with packing things up as Lana pulled her gown over her head and stepped into the warm, soothing water. It was hot, but not so hot as to be uncomfortable. She picked up the soap and rag from the little stand beside the tub and started soaping herself up.

The older woman moved a chair over close to the tub, where she could talk to Lana. She seemed hesitant to say what she had to say. She licked her lips a couple of times, seeming to steel herself.

"Lana, I think there's something I should tell you. Since you're coming to live with me, I think you have a right to know."

Stacy lit a cigarette, looking off in space for a few seconds as if framing what she had to say in her mind. She turned back to look Lana in the eye.

"There's no easy way to say this, but it's got to be said. Lana, my sexual preferences are different than most women. Don't get me wrong, I do love a good hard cock moving in my juicy cunt, but you see, I love a woman's tongue doing the same thing!"

Lana got a real serious look on her face, contemplating what her aunt had just revealed. A beautiful thought crossed her mind and she blurted out, "Stacy, that's super colossal! You can teach me all about it and we can be lovers. Then you can share your men friends with me too!"

"Now wait a minute, young lady! You get that thought right out of your pretty little head! There's no way I'm going to let you lead the kind of life I do, screwing guys five or six nights out of the week. I'm selective about who I fuck, but it's still no life for you!"

"But, Stacy, I love fucking! Oh god, the sensational feeling of having a nice hard prick moving in my juicy cunt is sooooo divine! And to have a load of hot creamy cum shooting down your throat is heavenly!" she said.

"Lana!" Stacy exclaimed, shocked at what she was hearing from her young niece.

"But, Aunt Stacy, just think of how some guys would love to get the once-over by both of us at once! Especially as young as I am. You know older men cream when they think about screwing a young, tender girl!"

Stacy sat there open-mouthed. She couldn't argue with what Lana said, but this was her dead brother's daughter! How could she take her as a lover and sex partner? Finally she just said, "We'll see honey, we'll see..."

Lana smiled at her aunt's response. She knew she had won the argument. It might take a little more convincing, but in the end she was sure she would have her way!

"Okay, Stacy, we can talk about it once we're in the city."

She'd been washing the front of her body as they talked. Now she reached around behind her, trying to wash her back. The lash marks where her pa had beat her were still visible, although fading. Having a hard time reaching her back, Lana didn't mind at all when Stacy offered to wash it for her.

"Sure, Stacy, I never could reach everywhere to get it clean."

"Poor baby! Are these marks still sore?" Stacy asked, gently patting them with the rag.

"A little, but not much," Lana admitted. She shivered, feeling a sensation like electricity running through her frame when Stacy's lips moved from stripe to stripe on her back.

"Just kissing them to make them better," the older woman said when she felt the shiver in response to her gentle lip pressure.

Getting Lana to stand up, Stacy ran the soft caressing rag all over her back, then ventured even lower. She ran the soapy cloth all over her, leading down across the curved cheeks of the young girl's sexy little ass, letting a finger blaze a path along the dividing crack. She was expecting to hear some form of protest at the way her hand moved over Lana's tempting young body, but the protest never came.

Instead, Lana moved her legs apart slightly, as if wanting the older woman to go farther. Stacy let the exploring cloth travel up and down her ass-crack, each time letting it move closer and closer to the plump lips of Lana's cunt.

The young girl felt her pussy start to tingle and wetness starting to form as Stacy caressed her slender frame. She didn't question the feelings. She just let herself get lost in the pleasurable sensations. She gave her aunt encouragement, whispering, "Feels so good, Stacy! So relaxing! Please don't stop! Keep it up!"

Lana's words caused Stacy to grow bolder in her caresses. She moved the cloth down to the smoothness of her niece's inner thighs and made no effort to keep it from brushing against the hair-lined lips of Lana's juice-drenched pussy.

"Wash it, Stacy, rub my pussy with the rag!" Lana urged, moving her legs apart wider to provide Stacy access to the hairy cunt-lips.

Stacy moaned in surrender. She had felt desire building from the first time she had glimpsed her niece's ripe young body, but had fought against it. She hadn't been willing to risk alienating the young girl through a sexual advance that might be repulsive to her, but now she had been given the go-ahead.