Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2004 23:58:12 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Lucky Yuki

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"Welcome, welcome, Yuki, my  dear!" Kaori Tanaka stood before her front door
smiling at her young niece.  She`d forgotten how pretty little Yuki was. Even
dressed in the baggy patterned  pants and t-shirt she was now wearing, Kaori
could see that her niece would soon  be breaking quite a few hearts. Her long,
lustrous black braid just completed  the picture.

    "You look so grown UP," she laughed. "What are you  now, twelve?"

Yuki shifted her overnight bag on her shoulder.  "Eleven."

Her aunt reached forward to take the bag from  her. "When were you here last?"

"Christmas, I think," Yuki  murmured.
Mrs. Tanaka stood looking down at the young  girl's solemn expression. She
put a hand on Yuki's shoulder. "Are you okay,  honey? You look kind of down."

Yuki looked down at her feet and muttered, "yeah,  I'm fine."

Her aunt was still for a moment, then squeezed  Yuki's shoulder. "Okay,
buddy. Good." She brushed a loose black hair from the  girl's face. "Want to see
your room?"

Yuki nodded.

"Okay," Mrs. Tanaka said as she slung the bag over  her shoulder and opened
the door, "follow me, lieutenant."

Even in her funk, Yuki could not help noticing how  her aunt walked. As she
followed her towards the back of the house, Yuki  remembered times when she'd
watched her aunt at the beach, on the tennis court,  or like now, just walking.
Mrs. Tanaka moved like a cat, Yuki thought, with a  smoothness, a way of
rolling her bottom that always fascinated her young niece.  In her current mood,
the sight depressed her even more.
Mrs. Tanaka had opened a door and walked inside with a flourish. "Tada! Here
is  your suite, my lady." Yuki sat on the edge of the bed while her aunt
walked  about pointing out things, pulling open drawers, etc. "You can put your
stuff in  here, the bathroom is right down the hall next to my room on your
right, can't  miss it, and. . ." She stopped and looked at Yuki, who was staring at
the  dresser, quietly crying.

"Oh, honey, what is it?" Her aunt sat beside her,  putting an arm around her.
"What's wrong? Hmm?" She rubbed Yuki's arm.

"It's silly," the girl sniffed. She smelled Aunt  Kaori's sweet, musky
perfume.

"No, honey, nothing is silly if it makes you cry."  Her hand came up and
gently pulled Yuki's head to her shoulder. "You can tell  me, Yuki." She stroked
her niece's fresh-smelling hair. "Go on, honey. Talk to  me."

"Well," Yuki began, feeling a coziness she'd hadn't  felt for too long, "I'm
just--- I'm--" and now she began to really cry, sobbing  in ragged bursts
against her aunt's shoulder, into the soft sweater that covered  her warm breast.
Her aunt stroked her hair, her back, side, her thighs, all the  while
crooning, "hush, it's alright, I know, I know, it's alright. . ."

When the weeping had subsided, Yuki felt  herself  being gently rocked in her
aunt's comforting embrace. Kaori  murmured, "Yuki?"

"Hmm?"

"Alright, honey?"

"Mm-hmm."

"You're just . . .what?"

Yuki felt a sleepy kind of peace as she murmured,  "Just. . .lonely. I
guess." She sighed, a big, shaky, after-tears sigh. Kaori  kissed the top of her
head. "Mom and Daddy are working all the time, and I'm in  a new school, and
everybody has their own friends. . .and boyfriends. . ." She  absently fingered
the ivory buttons on her aunt's sweater.

"And you feel left out."

Yuki looked up at the smiling face of her aunt.  "Yeah. I do. I feel left
out. Of everything. And--" she stopped and went back to  the buttons.

Kaori waited. Then she said, "And you wouldn't know  what to do if somebody
wanted to be your. . . friend, anyway."

Yuki looked up at her, mouth agape.

"Right?"

Yuki continued to stare at her aunt as if she had  magical powers. Finally,
she began to nod her head. "How did you know?"

Kaori smiled and gave her little niece a brief, firm  hug. "Just a good
guess." She touched Yuki's button nose. "Fortunately, Mr.  Tanaka is away on
business until Tuesday, so,"  and she grinned and flung  wide her arms, "I can be
your teacher, and you can be my student. . . for the  whole weekend!" Yuki
stared, eyes wide, a small smile on her lips. Kaori brought  her arms down. "If you
want."

Yuki nodded. "Oh, yes, Aunt Kaori, I do! I'm just. .  . kind of nervous." She
smiled again, and blushed.

Kaori put a finger to Yuki's chin, and lifted. "I  know, honey. But there's
nothing to be nervous about. It's going to be fun." She  jumped up. "Okay,
first, first, we have to get you relaxed. And the best thing  for that is a
massage." She held out her hands to Yuki, who let herself be  pulled to a standing
position.

"I'm going to go get the massage oil and music. You  take off your clothes
and lie on your tummy on the bed here. Okay?"

Yuki's eyes were still wide. "Take off all my  clothes?"

"You can leave your underpants on, if you want. I'll  be back in a jiffy."

    While Yuki sat down and began removing her shoes, her  aunt walked down
the hall to her own room to get the massage accessories. As she  did, she
thought back to the last time she'd seen  her niece. It had been  at the beach, the
summer before, when the Tanaka family had joined the Uiji  family for a joint
vacation. It had been the first time the sisters had spent  any time together
since their respective marriages, and they'd had a lot of  catching up to do.
What struck Kaori most about that time was how much little  baby Yuki had
changed. And how, at nine years old, she'd started growing into a  beautiful,
sexy girl. It disturbed Kaori at first that she found herself so  taken with
little dark-haired Yuki. On the beach, she barely managed to keep her  eyes off
her.
Kaori would be chatting away with her sister  while Yuki, in a tight but
ill-fitting one-piece bathing suit, played nearby.  Fortunately Kaori wore
mirrored sunglasses, or she couldn't have watched her  niece as much as she did. At
one point, Yuki occupied herself with digging a  large hole in the sand. As she
dug not five feet away from where the sisters sat  on their towel, Kaori was
afforded a view of her little backside as she worked.  With one ear on her
conversation, the rest of her senses strained to devour the  sight of her niece's
supple back and bottom as she dug. Reach in with shovel,  push out with the
bottom, lift out with the sand, squeeze cheeks together. And  again. Eventually
these exertions caused her suit to ride up and up deep into  her little
crack, so that soon it was as if she barely had a thing on below her  waist. And so
intent on digging the perfect hole was little Yuki, that she  didn't even
notice, or didn't care.
What made it so  difficult to concentrate on the conversation with her sister
was the beauty of  Yuki's little bottom, and the way her suit divided the
lips of her bare pussy,  cutting the plump little peach virtually in two. Indeed,
so far up did the suit  creep that Kaori was able to discern the small, dark
circular halo of the girl's  asshole, cleft as it was by the clinging line of
cloth. Especially when Yuki  pushed her creamy little bottom out to dig deep,
the cloth would sometimes even  move aside, exposing the winking little
asshole itself, and her aunt felt she  might swoon with desire. At times like these,
she could only jump up and  announce that it was too hot not to swim. Then
she'd run madly into the surf,  swim out to deeper waters, and finger herself to
a shuddering orgasm in the cool  ocean. No one had any idea that good old
married Mrs. Kaori Tanaka, faithful  wife and diligent homemaker, lusted wildly
after her married sister's  nine-year-old daughter.
And now here the girl was, grown  but not much so, lying face down on the
guest room bed in just her white cotton  underpants.  And she had virtually asked
to be taught about sex. Alright,  thought Kaori. Let the teaching begin.
She removed her  sweater, and placed it on the roped rocking chair by the
bed. She put a tape in  her player, and a soft, gentle music began. Then she sat
in the chair and put a  hand on Yuki's back. "Just relax." She noticed the
girl's balled fists at her  sides, and touched one, stroking it. "Relax, honey.
This is just to make you  feel good. Just loosening you up." She took Yuki's
hand and put it between her  own hands, gently rubbing, stroking. She felt the
hand relax in hers. "Good,  Yuki. That's good. Just let your whole body go, let
it sink into the bed." She  stood and squirted some oil into her palm,
rubbing it in. She leaned in, and  with the back of her hand, brushed the full,
black braid off Yuki's back to lie  by her shoulder. Kaori laid both hands gently
on Yuki's upper back, felt the  skin tighten, then relax. She let her hands
remain still for a moment more.  "Just let the bed hold you up, honey. You don't
have to do anything. You're as  safe as can be."
She began moving her hands, lightly at  first, barely touching the soft skin,
moving with a continuous motion, down the  back, circling up, around the
shoulders, up the delicate neck, then back down  the finely ridged spine, and on.
And all the while she spoke, gently,  rhythmically, insistently, of letting
go, and being safe, and supported. As she  kneaded and stroked,  she felt the
girl beneath her slacken, felt her  muscles loosen. And still Kaori murmured on.
And each time  her hands, her fingers encountered the obstacle of the
underpants, Aunt Kaori  would subtly hesitate, as if the cloth was an unexpected
barrier to a smooth,  pleasurable, unimpeded glide from head to toe. Her hands
never made much of it,  but Yuki, in her increasingly drugged state, began to
feel a mild irritation  that her underpants were an interruption in an otherwise
free and continuous  flow of oily pleasure. She felt a pleasing hum in her
jyni (as her mother called  her baby vagina), and vaguely wished she'd taken off
everything so Aunt Kaori  could massage her whole body, from head to toe,
without  stopping.
So it was with a sense of sleepy relief that she  felt Aunt Kaori's fingers
stop and hook in the waistband of her underpants, and  heard her voice, as in a
fog, say, "Lift up for a second, honey." Yuki raised  her bottom and felt her
underpants being pulled down her legs. To help further,  she lifted her feet,
and they were gone.
Aunt Kaori's  voice, a bit shaky from effort, Yuki supposed, breathed, "Thank
you, Yuki,  honey. Now I can really make you feel good." She squirted a good
deal of oil  into her palms and, laying her hands again on Yuki's upper back,
began smoothing  her hands down, down the girl's back, over her pretty white
bottom, down her  legs to her heels. She swirled her supple hands around and
around Yuki's  delicate feet (her niece sighed), then pushed both hands, a
little harder his  time, back up the way they came. As Kaori's hands glided
upwards, slowing, over  Yuki's bottom, her little cheeks were naturally pulled apart.
And there, in its  briefly seen glory, was her niece's open asshole, clear
and unobstructed, and  even more beautiful than Kaori remembered. Her own pussy
quivering, Kaori  continued pushing her oiled hands up her niece's back, the
cheeks came together  and the hole disappeared. Hands back down, hard, to the
feet and round and round  (Yuki seemed to love the feet; she was sighing more
regularly now), then back  up, slowly, to stop. . . at Yuki's beautiful bottom.
Now she would concentrate  on feet to bottom, feet to bottom. Which Yuki was
loving. Little mews of  pleasure from her. Then . . .just bottom.
Kaori stood and  quickly took off her clothes, leaving them in a pile at her
feet. Then she  squirted some more oil and put a hand on her niece's upper
thigh. "Move your  legs out a little, honey, I need to kneel behind you."
Yuki dutifully spread her slim thighs. In her bliss she neither knew nor
cared  that her little "jyny" was in full view.
Her Aunt Kaori,  naked, knelt between these thighs, looking down in lustful
awe at her niece's  treasures. She put one shaky hand on a white cheek, and the
other, and spread.  That beautiful dark pink eye. She wanted so much to taste
it. But not yet. She  began to knead Yuki's cheeks, bringing her thumbs
perilously close to the dark  center, lightly grazing it even, then coming away.
She brought her hands lower,  cupping the inner thighs and gliding towards the
moist center. And it was moist,  Kaori could see little beads of slickness on
the pink  lips.
She let one swoop of palms on thighs go all the way  in, where the inside
edges of her palms met at Yuki's little pussy and her  thumbs burrowed underneath
to caress her clit. The seam where both Kaori's hands  met ran the length of
her niece's slit. She felt a slight jerk of Yuki's body,  then she brought her
hands back, gliding, to glide right back to her virginal  slit. This time she
felt her niece's bottom lift slightly, seeming to afford  more room.
"Good, honey, that's right, just let it  happen," Aunt Kaori breathed, and
she leaned in to straddle her niece`s left  leg..
Now she put her left hand on Yuki's lower back while  her right went directly
under the girl's bottom to cup her wet, hairless pussy.  And this hand went
to work, circling, rubbing; masturbating her little niece  while she spoke to
her.
"Let it go, Yuki, honey, just let  it go. Let it happen. It feels good,
doesn't it?"
Little  Yuki was squirming, her eyes shut. "Mm-hmm. . ." she mewled. She had
never felt  this way in all her life! Her Aunt Kaori was making her feel so
good, so . .  .strange, but, oh, so, so, good!  And she's rubbing my jyny, I'm
naked and  she's rubbing my jyny! Oh, it feels so good!!
"I know,  little girl, it feels so good, yeah, it feels so good," Kaori felt
herself  coming close to orgasm as she watched her little niece open and
squeeze her  bottom to her Aunt's manipulations. Kaori's other hand continued to
freelance,  now stroking the child's hair, now stroking her back, now squeezing
a cheek. But  all the while, her other hand masturbated little Yuki with
sinuous skill.
Yuki was kind of embarrassed, but in a funny kind of  outside-of -herself
way, as if she knew she should be embarrassed, but just felt  too good to care.
She knew she was pushing her bottom out, and rubbing her jyny  onto Aunt
Kaori's hand, and weird stuff like that, but she didn't care! And the  way Aunt
Kaori was making her feel, and talking to her, she loved her aunt so  much, that
she could make her feel like this, and it was even more than feeling  good, it
was almost scary, it was---
Little Yuki started  to whimper, and she was almost on her knees now to rub
herself against Kaori's  hand. Kaori felt the little vagina start to pulse and
quiver in her hand. She  smelled the faint odor of her niece's building
excitement, a pleasant, animal  tang.
"What's happening?! What's happening to me?!?" And  Yuki started to scream, a
weird, high-pitched squeal that shook on one note,  then broke off into yelps
that sounded as if a cat was being slammed by its tail  against a  fence.
Her Aunt Kaori continued to rub,  faster, harder, talking all the while: "Oh,
yes, YES, Yuki, it's okay, let it  feel good, oh yeah, baby, let it go, I
love you, Yuki, it's okay, it's alright,  I know, hush, I know, baby, I know. . ."
Then Yuki raised  her head, her back arched, and her bottom clenched tightly
together, trapping  her aunt's hand. She squeaked out a final "Oh!" and
collapsed onto the  bed.
Kaori lay on the bed by her niece. She moved aside  the thick braid and
kissed her humid cheek. Presently Yuki opened her eyes and  murmured, "what did you
do?"

"I made you a woman, my darling Yuki," replied her  aunt, who kissed her
lightly on the lips, then sat up. "And now you are a  beautiful woman!"

Yuki's eyes went wide, and she turned towards Kaori.  "You're. . .naked!"

Her aunt smiled. "I thought you'd like company." She  stood by the bed and
raised her arms. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Yuki stared at her beautiful naked aunt, and felt  herself blush. "You're
beautiful."

Kaori was very excited feeling little Yuki's eyes on  her. She needed to
come. "Want me to show you more?"

Yuki nodded.

"Okay. Stand up, first." Yuki, a bit light-headed,  did so. "Now, close your
eyes until I say to open them." Yuki's eyes  closed.

Kaori leaned back in the large rocking chair by the  bed and wiggled her
bottom down until it almost hung of the edge. Then she  lifted her legs up and up
until her knees touched her breasts. She placed her  hands on her calves and
spread her legs further apart, gazing at the little  girl's pouting slit, its
lips slightly pink and moist from their recent  ravishing. She wanted to get
down on her knees before the child and drive her  tongue deep into the tender
furrow, to grip her soft bottom and make her scream  with pleasure. Soon.


"Okay, Yuki," her aunt whispered. "You can open your  eyes."

Yuki opened her eyes and stood, stunned at the picture before  her.

"See how much I trust you?" Kaori said softly. "How much I love  you?"

"Aunt Kaori. . ." Little Yuki breathed, still  standing in astonishment.

Her aunt smiled. "Come here, little one. Kneel in  front of me, so I can show
all about what goes on down here." Yuki opened her  mouth, and blushed. She
didn't move. "Come on."

Yuki slowly stepped forward and carefully knelt  before her spread-eagled
aunt. She knelt almost formally, as if she were at a  tea ceremony, instead of
within candle-blowing distance of her aunt's open and  distinctly fragrant pussy
and asshole. Yuki's lower lip  trembled.

"It's okay, Yuki, honey. There's nothing to  be afraid of." Kaori looked into
her niece's wide eyes, then down at her own  bared sex. "This is my secret.
Right here in the middle of me, where I can feel  so, so good." She smiled,
watching her niece stare in amazement at her open  pussy. "You need to know
everything about your secret places, Yuki. It's the  most important thing a woman
can know. Do you want me to teach you?"

    The little girl was still too stunned to speak. She  nodded.

    "Tell me, Yuki. I need to hear you."

    Yuki looked up with a start, and gazed into her aunt's  kind eyes. "Oh,
Aunt Kaori, yes. Yes, I want you to teach me. . .so much, but. .  .--"

    "But what, honey?"

    Yuki looked down again at her aunt's revealed charms,  her lush, womanly
vagina, so pink and full. . .and the perfectly round and tidy  little ring
where she pooped. . .and in a rush of feeling she stammered out, on  the verge of
tears again, "I just . . .you're such a beautiful. . .WOMAN, and  I'm. . .I'm
just- -", and she fell back on her haunches and put her hands to her  face.

    Kaori was enjoying the feel of Yuki's warm breath on her  sensitive pussy
as the little girl stammered and sighed, just inches away. She  fondled a
vision of Yuki's quivering mouth kissing, sucking on the wet folds of  her open
sex. But when her niece sat back, upset, Kaori was immediately up to  console
her. "Hush, Yuki, hush." She put an arm around the girl, and sat beside  her.
"Oh, Yuki." She stroked her black hair. "I know just how you feel."

    Yuki sniffed. "You do?"

    "Oh, yes. When I was in intermediate school, I was so  plain, I was
terrified of everyone. I didn't think anyone would want to have  anything to do
with me." She turned Yuki's little tearstained face to hers. "And  when I say
plain, I'm not being nice, you know, "Oh, Yuki, you are so beautiful  compared to
me when I was your age," blah, blah. . ."

    Yuki giggled.

    "No," Kaori smiled, her arm lazily circling Yuki's  smooth bare back, "I
mean, PLAIN. And besides, you ARE more beautiful. Do you  know that?"

    Yuki blushed deeply, looking down.

    "No, really, Yuki," her aunt brought her face around to  face hers. "Do
you?"

    Still blushing furiously, but now looking into Kaori's  fascinating deep
eyes, Yuki murmured, "No."

    "Well," Kaori said as she returned the deep gaze, "you  are. Believe me."
And she kissed her niece, lightly, on the lips.

    Yuki was entranced. "Then," she began, her little body  turning towards
her aunt, "how did you. . .?"

    Kaori smiled. "I got lucky. My music teacher happened to  fall in love
with me," and here she put a finger to her pursed lips, and made a  face. Yuki
smiled. "And she taught me so many things." Kaori sighed. "She was so  good. I
was very lucky."

    Yuki whispered, "I'm lucky, too." She smiled, her bottom  lip quivering.

    Her aunt's heart leapt, and she hugged her niece. "Oh,  honey, Yuki, I
am, too." She put her face to the girl's. "Thank you for letting  me teach you."

    Yuki returned the embrace, touching nose to nose. "I  want you to."

    "Want to go back to where we were?"

    Yuki blushed, and nodded.

    Aunt Kaori resumed her wide open position on the chair  again, and Yuki
dutifully knelt before her, smiling.

    "Okay, now," Kaori began, "Have you ever touched  yourself, Yuki?"

    Again the little girl blushed, but now willingly. "Um,  kind of, but not
really?" She grimaced at her own lame-sounding response.

    "No, that's okay, that's good, honey. So you have  touched yourself, but
not like for a long time or anything." Yuki shook her  head. "Now, what do you
call this?" And she pointed to her own pussy.

    Yuki shrugged. "Your. . .jyny?"

    "Jyny. . . right. . . I remember that," Kaori smiled.  "Let's call it
something else, okay?"

    "Okay."

    "How about. . .pussy?"

    Blush. "O-okay."

    Kaori grinned. "So?" Pause. Yuki eyebrows went up. "What  do you call
this?"

    Yuki made a face. "Your. . .pussy." She put a hand to  her mouth and
giggled.

    Kaori smiled. "What?"

    Yuki from behind her hand. "It sounds so dirty."

    "Say it again."

    "Pussy." Yuki smiled again.

    "Now," her aunt said, You show me yours, and tell me  what it is."

    Yuki was liking this game, with its whiff of the  naughty, and she sat
back and opened her slim thighs. Kaori leaned up to see.  "This," she intoned,
"is my pussy." And she had a rather long giggling  fit.

    Kaori sat back, and opened up again. "Alright, class,"  she called out.
Yuki got herself together and kneeled up again. "Arigato," she  bowed.

    "Put your hand on me, Yuki."

    Yuki's face was immediately serious. Her little hand  slowly reached out
and stopped inches away from her aunt's warm sex. "Go ahead,  honey. I want
you to feel it. Just lay your palm right on me."

    Yuki did so then, noticing at once how humid and soft  her aunt's vagina
was, and how. . .puffy. As her hand lay on the lips, she even  felt a slight
movement! A small gasp.

    "Did you feel that?" Kaori smiled, feeling the warm lust  begin to rush
into her loins. Yuki nodded. "Take your other hand and open me up  like a
flower. Just, very gently, I want you to look inside."

    Yuki, now fascinated, used both small hands to peel open  her aunts
labial lips, and saw pink, slick walls lining inside. She also  noticed, at the
peak of this oysterlike aperture, a small, pearly nub.

    Kaori was definitely feeling the effects of having her  eleven-year-old
niece handle her pussy lips, however tentatively. She took a  deep breath and
let it out. "That," she breathed, "is my beautiful, fun,  sensitive clitoris.
Or clit."

    "Your clit," Yuki, all concentration now,  murmured.

    "Yes." Oh boy, Kaori was going to have to bring things  to a crisis soon.
To heighten her pleasure, she had placed a mirror opposite the  chair, so
that now, as Yuki explored, her aunt could also watch her cute little  bottom
flex and bend. That, and the sight of Yuki on her knees breathing into  her pussy
from an inch away, was bringing Kaori very much closer to coming than  she
wanted yet. But there was nothing for it.

    "Yuki?" Her tone made Yuki look up immediately. "Can you  do me a favor?"

    "Sure!" Yuki nodded eagerly. "What?"

    "Well," her aunt hesitated, "I'm not sure if you're  ready for this. . ."

    "No, what, what?" Yuki's eagerness was pleasing to  her.

    "It's just that. . .I didn't know how much you're  touching me would
affect me, and I'm getting kind of. . .full. You know how you  felt when I was
touching you on the bed?"

    Yuki's lower lip tucked into her mouth. She nodded.  "Uh-huh. Like I was
going to explode?"

    "Right. Well," Kaori smiled bravely, " that's kind of  how I feel right
now."

    Yuki seemed overwhelmed. She looked at her hands  covering her aunt's
sex. "Oh."

    "Please? I'll tell you exactly what to do."

    Yuki looked up, her face set. "Okay. What should I  do?"

    "Okay." Kaori spread her legs wider. "Take your front  finger and start
moving on my clit in a little circle. A little harder. . .like  that. Good.
Right like that. Yeah, honey, that's good." Kaori felt a little jet  of pleasure
shoot through her. "Now, take your other hand and put it all into my  pussy.
The whole hand. See? It fits! Now move it, oh yeah, move it around as  much as
you can in there. Good. Mm. Mm."

    Yuki was amazed at the sight of her whole hand in her  aunt's. . .pussy!
And the other hand, it's forefinger, rubbing, rubbing away at  the little
swelling nub above. She was so happy to be helping her aunt, her  beautiful aunt,
who was so kind to her. But she'd never seen her like this  before! The older
woman was twisting and moaning in the chair like she was  possessed. If Yuki
hadn't felt this same way not ten minutes ago, she would have  been very
scared, but as it was, it made her very happy and proud to make her  aunt feel the
same way.

    "Y-yuki," Kaori's hoarse voice trembled, "honey, use  your thumb on my
clit, my darling, yeah, harder, harder. Oh God, yeah, like  that. Pull your hand
out fast, honey, then push it in again fast. . . OH yeah,  mm, yeah, that's.
. .oh, God!" And her legs went stiffening outwards again, out,  while her
hands fluttered up and down Yuki's back. "Oh, oh, oh, Yuki, honey,  OHHHHHHHH!!!"
Her sex, her whole lap went arching up towards little Yuki's face,  shaking
convulsively. Yuki's eyes and mouth were wide, and her hands were  tired.

    Presently, Kaori came to. She smiled at her niece, whose  hands were
still in the honeypot. "You can take your hands out now, Yuki. Thank  you so much,
honey." She sat up with a groan and embraced her little pupil. "Are  your
hands okay?"

    Yuki smiled, looking at the limp things. "They will be.  But they sure
are tired right now."

    Kaori kissed them, each digit. "Mm, smell  them."

    Yuki did, delicately. "They smell like you." Yuki hugged  her aunt again.
"I love how they smell."

    Kaori stood, helping her niece up. "I think it's time  for a nice bath.
What do you say?"

    Yuki grinned. "I say. . . whoever loses has to cook  dinner!" And she ran
towards the bath house.

    Kaori called after. "Hey!" And then ran to catch  up.