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Subject: {ASSM} REV Tam and Claire {uncle grumbles} (Fg, ped, cons, rom, lac, inc)
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author: Uncle Grumbles
title: Tam and Claire
summary: Aunt Claire breastfeeds her baby, and Niece Tam finds 
herself fascinated.
keywords: REV, Fg, ped, cons, rom, lac, inc, 1st
keywords: awakening

===

Revised:
Many small but important tweaks to the story telling, including 
fixing an ankle-twisting misstep on the way to the cliff.
If you liked the first version 
(message-id 58289asstr$1227269403@assm.asstr-mirror.org) and 
saved it, save this one instead. See "Author's note on the rev", 
below.

===

I'd  love to get email telling me whether I should try to squeeze out 
more of this story.

grumbles at linuxmail period org

Here we go, then:

=================

"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, Tam's favorite spot in 
the house for its view of the forest, although today rain was spattering
down the windows. Aunt Claire's shirt was half unbuttoned 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. 

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, and she
planned not to miss any more shows.

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

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

"There! That oughta hold the little sucker for an hour or so!" They 
giggled, and stood watching the marvel of a baby sleeping.

"Auntie?"

"Yes, Tam?"

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...when you...b-breast...I mean, what does it, you know...?"

Aunt Claire took pity on her.

"What does breast milk taste like? Well, some folks don't like it. It's 
thin compared to cow's milk, but sweeter. There's a bottle 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 already been reproved for 
her habit of standing in the refrigerator door, drinking from cartons
and leaving empties behind. Wasteful and unsanitary!

"I poured a little out into a glass! I just wanted to taste! I didn't 
know...." Tam got into trouble a lot. She could be pretty defensive.

Aunt Claire rolled her eyes, kissed the tip of her finger, and put it on 
Tam's lips.

"Hush, now, no harm done, but... if you knew, why did you ask?"

"Well...."

For some reason Tam was embarrassed, staring down at her hands on the 
edge of the bassinet, face flushed. Claire had never seen Tam like this, 
and found it utterly charming. She couldn't help herself.

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

Tam got it instantly, and stood 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 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...."

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 dare to eat a 
worm. (She'd had to bloody Tim's nose to get her dollar.) 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 had been, 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.

Claire went back to the couch and sat down, patting the seat next 
to her.

"OK, sweetheart, come over here and lay 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.

Tam thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, save Aunt 
Claire herself.

The nipple was a reddish-brown wrinkled button the size of Tam's thumb 
tip, surrounded by a darker flat halo about two inches across. It 
pointed up slightly, hanging almost at the end of the smooth slope 
swooping down from Aunt Claire's collar bone. The underbelly lay against 
Aunt Claire's ribs, just soft enough, Tam thought, to hold a pencil 
under the fold. She restrained the impulse to put her finger there.

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

Tam carefully touched the nipple with her tongue, and when it didn't 
bite back, gave it 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 cautious 
suck. 

Nothing happened.

She sucked harder. A little warm milk flowed into her mouth. She sucked 
again, even more strongly.

The nipple swelled under her lips. The milk flowed. She swallowed. She 
opened her mouth wider, and settled the moist inside part of her lips on 
the breast itself. That seemed to help a lot.

She realized Claire was crooning to her, too, just as she did 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. 

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

"You were falling asleep, dear. How was it?"

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

"It's...better than what's in the fridge, more taste. I like it, but I 
guess I wouldn't want, like, a whole glass of it with pancakes or 
nothing."

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. It was
one of the many reasons she adored her Aunt. Her Uncle Karl had given
her some fine presents in her life, but Aunt Claire was the very best 
one.

"Aunt Claire...?"

"Yes, baby girl?" Tam didn't like being called "baby", either, but Aunt
Claire said it the same loving way she said it to Erica, not as a taunt,
and besides...well. She couldn't really argue with it from down here, 
could she?

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

"'May I'." Claire had been a fifth grade teacher before Erica, and 
some things were reflex.

"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 love holding you like this, very much. And you're a lot easier 
on me than Little Miss Greedy Pig over there, who sometimes nibbles a bit 
too hard."

They grinned at each other.

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

"Aunt Claire?"

"Yes, baby doll?"

"I...I'm really 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 honey brown cheeks taking on a rosy underglow.

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. She had just thought that, next time Erica got restless, 
she could be, like, her pacifier, or something. So many ways.... She 
started casting about for an explanation, an excuse. 

Aunt Claire was staring out into the rain, frowning, just a little, her 
eyebrows furrowing. Then she turned towards Tam, searching her face.

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

Something in Aunt Claire's voice, something on her face, had Tam 
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 very 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."

The sudden vision of beautiful, elegant Aunt Claire putting her perfect 
mouth on Tam's own little breasts made her dizzy.

The edge of the cliff began to crumble. Still, she tried to stop her 
slide.

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

Aunt Claire laughed.

"Oh, indeed not, but where's there's a will, there's a way. The question
is, sweet Tam, is there a will? Would you like to try? Would you like me
to be your baby for awhile?"

Tam could not speak. She must have nodded, though, because Aunt Claire's 
face relaxed into a puckered smile. She patted Tam's knee, and gestured 
as if showing Tam through a door. Or over a cliff.

"Stand up, then, and face me." Standing, Tam was maybe a hair taller 
than 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 heart," said Claire, "then turn around,
and I'll help you with your bra."

The Bra. Her Mom had gotten her her first and only bra 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. Like all the clothes her Mom bought for her, it 
was a little too big; she barely filled the cups, small as they were, and 
she put a pad of soft rag in each one to keep the bra itself from 
rubbing. 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. Somehow, the idea of taking it off
in front of Aunt Claire made her fingers stiff and clumsy. She barely 
managed the last few shirt buttons, then shrugged it off, and gave it to 
Claire.

"Turn around...Oh." Luckily, Tam didn't sense her amusement at the duct
tape. "Put your arms up over your head."

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

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

Claire hugged her tight. 

"Shhh, it's alright, sweetheart. It's OK. Do you still want this?"

Tam stood for a beat, there in her Aunt's embrace. Tam felt as hot 
as an oven; Aunt Claire's hands were cool and soothing. Then she found
her breath.

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

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

The bra came up and off her shoulders, over her head. Luckily her tomboy
hair didn't snag in any of the bra's mysterious clasps and buckles, or 
in the tape sticky, as it sometimes did for her. Suddenly she thought, 
Auntie's hair goes down to her butt. She can't do it this way with hair 
like that. How does she do it? I bet she doesn't use tape, either....

She turned back towards Aunt Claire.

Claire saw a gawky colt, wide-eyed, ready to bolt, but standing her 
ground. Although Tam had lost her baby fat years ago, she was starting 
to get some of it back as hips, with enough extra 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, with only hints of 
blue in the right light. Her face was narrow, her mouth full and easily 
brought to a scowl 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, like now, and the hints of his face flashing from this 
little girl were almost unbearable.

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

She held the shirt up for Tam. "Slip this on, so you don't take a chill, 
but leave it open for me, all right?"

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

"Ready now? 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." Claire had Tam fetch another 
pillow from across the room -- there were lots of pillows of all shapes 
and sizes scattered all over the house, mostly around the couches and 
beds, as well as many of the chairs. This one was a long wedge, with a 
base spreading across her lap and a ridge topped with heavy piping 
running from her knees to her belly. Tam, who liked sitting on floors, 
had used it as a back rest. "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. This was...not what she had expected; far more 
serious, far, far more intense than she had remotely imagined when she 
asked her question. The night after she first watched Erica nurse, she'd
laid in bed and tugged at her nipples with her fingers, felt the slight
tingle, felt them swell a bit, but nothing more. And this...standing 
half naked before Aunt Claire who had her own shirt open from feeding 
Erica...she'd been naked in front of her Mom, of course, even other 
girls, changing clothes, taking showers at the swimming pool, and that 
was nothing.  But 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 the 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. Here we go."

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

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

Claire leaned forward again, her hair spilling over Tam's chest. 
Claire moistened her lips with her tongue, 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 held by her niece's hands 
at the back of her head. 

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

Claire smiled inside, 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 annoying 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, lifting it up and washing her face in it, like
hand fulls of water. 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, keeping suction, stretching the breast, letting the 
nipple slip through and release, almost with a little pop. She did it 
again, and again, and again. She held the nipple in her lips -- a taut  
little 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...please sto...please sto...." Suddenly, 
Tam felt her whole being collapse into her breast. That did not last 
long; the pillow began to come alive, bucking 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. It was
almost as if Tam didn't know it was there.

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

Claire let the nipple slip through her lips again, then pulled back an 
inch and blew on the moist little nubbin. Tam gasped. Claire began 
frankly kissing Tam's breast, starting at the nipple, then around the 
aureole, and circling out. She came back to the nipple, kissing, 
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; it was all she could do to keep from screaming. 

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

...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 
anything ever touching the nipple again; the very air hurt. The beast 
she was riding turned back into an inert yet intrusive pillow. Her 
thighs ached from being stretched so wide, from clenching the pillow,
and from crouching over it.

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, my mommy girl, my sweetness, easy now, 
my love, my pretty...." 

Finally, Tam's breathing slowed, and Aunt Claire leaned back. Tam stared 
into Aunt Claire's face, searching for...she wasn't sure what. Whatever 
it was, though, she found it in Claire's smiling, almond 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 diffident, as if Tam were afraid of again setting off 
something she couldn't control.

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

"Tam, sweetheart, you did fine. You are a lovely pleasure. You are 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 until Erica woke up and fussed at them. They disentangled 
themselves, Tam sliding off the wedge onto the couch, then wobbling 
a bit as she stood up, steadying herself with a hand on Claire's knee.

Claire went over and picked Erica up, checked her diaper. Yep, time 
for a change. Claire joggled her 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. She'd turned out to be
a dab hand at baby changing, having earned pocket money sitting for 
neighbors. 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?

How could the girl not know?

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

Tam's eyes hooded. She frowned, thinking. 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 only ached a little now. 
The warm comfort of Claire's body in her arms, her breathing, her 
wonderful, wonderful smell, were all well worth it, and she nestled in.

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, as if to keep it a secret even from herself, "I want to know,
Claire. I want to know it all."

===

Author's note on the rev: 

Tam and Claire hovered over me as I typed, and did not object when I 
pressed "send", but when they read the actual post with me, my muses
found my piggish male trotters had not transcribed events exactly as 
they intended. My apologies, ladies. Your changes are indeed for the 
better. I hope whatever channel you are using to control me clears up, 
because this rewrite took as long as the first draft, and I'd rather 
spend the time on another scene. Please? 

Speaking of:

Author's note on a possible series:
"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 back-story: 
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 
are getting 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 fantasy sex.

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

Musical accompaniment:
Mika's Lollipop Girl Official Music Video on Youtube.

Thank you.


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