Amy sat on her bed, recovering from a case of chickenpox. She was not allowed to scratch or rub the rash on her seven-year-old body. Daddy had left to go to her school to get her work. Amy sat nude except for a terrycloth robe draped over her shoulders and gauze bindings tying her hands to her thighs. Her aunt Beth was there to watch over her.

Beth was going to have some fun with her niece.

"Baby girl we're going to try some different positions. Don't worry I won't harm you. You ARE going to let me, won't you?"

Amy nodded. She was getting scared and it showed on her little face.

Beth stroked Amy's face with her finger tips and said, "Trust me baby girl, I promise you it'll be fun."

Beth removed the lightweight gauze and tied her wrists together with the sturdier soft rope. Beth then attached the rope to Amy's bed board.

Beth then attached rope to Amy's ankles and pulled the rope above Amy's head. Soon Amy was restrained on her back, legs pulled back and spread wide. Amy felt exposed and vulnerable. It was one thing to have daddy wipe her after she went potty but this was not only embarrassing, it was humiliating.

"Auntie! Please let me go! I don't like this!"

"But I have to clean off all the dried lotion and rub on fresh stuff. Just lie there and be quite."

"Auntie. Nooo please I don't want mmrrumphff."

Beth pushed the ball gag into Amy's mouth and buckled it tight.

"If you fight, you won't enjoy. Relax. It will be pleasant, if you'll let it."

Beth then took the baby wipes and gently washed off the dried lotion. She was limited as to the area available offered to her. She cleaned from Amy's ankles down to her buttocks. She cleaned what she could of Amy's arms. Finally Beth started to slowly clean Amy's crotch. Lightly touching Amy's clit. Amy gasped through the gag, as feelings that even daddy didn't elicit from her, flooded her body.

Beth took a bottle of baby oil and put some on the tip of her finger. She put her finger on Amy's brown puckered rosebud and slowly pushed it in. Beth worked her finger in till her finger got past Amy's sphincter. Amy gasped and tried to pull away from the invader. Beth was relentless and kept working the finger further in and up Amy's rectum. Twisting and turning her finger with her left hand and swirling Amy's clit with her right, Beth asked, "Are you frightened little one?"

Amy nodded.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Amy took three ragged breaths before she quickly shook her head.

Beth slowly removed her finger from Amy's little brownie. She stopped swirling Amy's clit. Amy open her eyes and wondered why her aunt had stopped making her feel so good.

Beth released Amy's legs and allowed her to lie flat on her back.

"If you want me to do it again, and it will be better next time, you'll have to ask me to tie you."

Amy looked her aunt in the eye and wondered how it could better than what she just had.

Beth finished cleaning off the dried lotion and erotically rubbed in fresh lotion. All the while Amy was groaning as Aunt Beth rubbed lotion unto her tiny breasts. Aunt Beth spent a long time on Amy's chest.

Bill walked in just as Beth was about done cleaning Amy. Beth took another baby wipe and again went to Amy's crotch. Addressing Bill she said, "I hope your cleaning her thoroughly."

Bill asked, "What do you mean? I wipe her and she's never complained and what's with the gag?"

Beth answered, "Of course not, she's embarrassed as it is and the gag is to keep her quite."

Bill wondered why his sister would have brought such a thing in the first place. He knew she had always been a little strange. Beth was the youngest of the three kids. Yet she'd do anything in order to have Bill let her tie him up.

Beth now had Amy spread her legs and kept cleaning Amy's cleft, from Clit to rosebud.

"You have to clean it so well that you wouldn't mind kissing her down there."

Amy tensed, her aunt was telling her daddy to do what just drove her to ecstatic heights.

Bill couldn't believe what he heard. But then it was a nurse telling him what to do, from one female about another.

Beth announced, "All done. I think its' time for a nap." She secured Amy's legs so she couldn't slide around and rub the itches. She covered the little girl and led Bill out of the room and turned out the lights.

Beth told Bill she'd be back tomorrow and give him a break.

Bill made dinner for Amy and took the tray to her room.

"Sweetheart, please get up, its' time to eat."

Bill untied the rope from the headboard and simply held it so Amy couldn't raise her hands to her face. Bill spoon-fed her a lite dinner that would be easy on her stomach.

When she had finished he asked her what she wanted to do. She asked if she could go on the computer for a while. Bill told her that he'd let her surf the net but she'd still have to be tied, unless she could promise him she wouldn't scratch. She answered him by raising her hands to her face while smiling. Bill wouldn't let her hands get to her face.

"Daddy, first can you give me a bath? The lotion is dried and is flaky and I need new stuff."

Amy didn't really need a bath; she needed daddy to clean her so well that he could kiss her down there. She hoped he would.

In the tub Bill held the rope that bound Amy's wrists in front of her. He used the washcloth with one hand as her slowly washed his daughter. When he rubbed her flat chest she pushed out and up to encourage him to keep rubbing with the very warm cloth. Her nipples got hard as they did when they got cold. The hot water was stimulating that area between her legs and her tied hands reminded her she was helpless to do anything except to accept daddy's ministrations.

"Stand up and turn around and spread your legs." Bill instructed her.

Happily Amy did as she was told. Bill let go of the rope as he spread her butt cheeks and started washing, rubbing and probing. His finger touched her and Amy shivered. He started to wash her thigh.

"Daddy, aren't you going to clean inside me?" Amy asked pleadingly. "I won't be clean if you don't."

Bill went back and looked at her puckered little hole. He tried to insert the washcloth.

" Daddy, just use your finger."

Bill's finger had enough soap on his finger to be able to work it in. His finger was larger around than his sister's. It stretched Amy's little bud. Bill noticed that she never once raised her hands. Instead she had one finger rubbing her little clit back and forth. Her breathing became erratic.

Perhaps it was the fact that she was still sick or maybe it was the medicine or even her age that when she reached a plateau and could not go any further.

Bill had worked his finger into his daughter's rectum. She was bouncing up and down and moaning as her finger worked her little clit. Bill could tell that there was a problem. She wasn't getting what she wanted.

Amy instinctively knew that there was more, a fantastic finish, but she couldn't reach it. The climax was just out of reach. Poor Amy broke down and cried.

Bill had her sit down in the warm water and held her as she sobbed out her frustration.