And little Stephanie beamed.
“Thank you, Mrs. Rimfield…”
It was after 1:00 a.m. that very night, or morning, Veronica staying over, when both women heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from the apartment below.
Mrs. Rimfield adored her young niece and, ever since they'd discovered each other at the frat party, they'd been ardent girl-on-girl lovers as well as relatives, spending as much time together as possible.
She'd been lying naked on her king-size bed, still sweaty from a session of mutual pussy-licking fun. Veronica, naked and sweaty as well, stood beside the bed, making a final adjustment to the strap-on dildo she wore.
The pretty 15-year-old high school girl swung her slim hips side-to-side, wagging the large rubber penis in the air.
“Damn, I love having a dick!” Mrs. Rimfield's sweet niece said. “Especially one that never quits…let me fuck you with it right now.”
“Veronica, this is serious,” her aunt continued, sitting up at the ongoing sounds from below. “If they're at it again, maybe we should get dressed and go down there! I do have a key, after all.”
But her niece's attention was still focused on the sexual apparatus she wore, which Mrs. Rimfield had only recently bought for her.
At the same time, she'd purchased anal beads, three exotic-looking vibrators, tropically-flavored anal lubrication, and a small but sturdy actual fucking machine, still unboxed in her closet and awaiting Veronica's birthday, which her young niece was to sit on, pumping her hips, so that the thing could fuck her from below, endlessly.
Or until her legs cramped up.
“Look how real it looks!”
The younger girl was running her slender fingers up and down the realistic rubber cock of the strap-on, admiring the thickness of the shaft, the overly large smooth head, the vein-covered surface.
“Listen to me,” Mrs. Rimfield said. “I'm serious, damn it!”
Veronica finally looked back to her aunt.
“Maybe her father's watching a dirty movie,” the girl suggested, still not a true believer when it came to that night Mrs. Rimfield supposedly heard them so eagerly going at it. “His daughter's probably sound asleep.”
“Exactly!” Mrs. Rimfield said, sliding off the bed. “You remember what I told you about that…”
As soon as they'd returned from the pool earlier that afternoon, and while Veronica stripped off her miniscule bikini and jumped into the shower, Mrs. Rimfield went straight to her computer and looked up everything she could about sleepwalking.
“My God,” she said, shaking her head. “This is unbelievable.”
But Veronica, already soaping her vagina first as she always did (getting herself off at her young age still being her number one priority), opened the glass shower door and called out, “My pussy isn't going to lick itself, Aunt Kitty!”
“I have to look at this,” Mrs. Rimfield called back. “And I told you, if you'd take a yoga class, you could lick the damn thing yourself.”
On the Internet, she learned that sleepwalking was technically called parasomnia, and that sexsomnia was a real term, only recently coined, to describe sleep sex, a rare but actual disorder where the person engaged in sexual acts while asleep.
Often highly enthusiastic sexual acts, it turned out, with accompanying groans, vocal cries and urgings, yet with no memory whatsoever of it in the morning.
“This is amazing,” she said, believing she'd found the key to what was going on, and realizing what occurred directly below her two nights earlier. “He's screwing his little daughter while she's sleepwalking!”
Mrs. Rimfield was even further amazed to discover that one woman in a case study drove her car on numerous occasions while asleep, always to have hours-long sexual intercourse with a variety of strangers.
“Stephanie has no idea her dad's fucking her,” she said. “Jesus.”
But after relaying the information to Veronica, her niece remain unconvinced.
The entire sleep-fucking theory involving little Stephanie seemed too far-fetched to her, especially since Veronica's mind was still set on simply getting her great-looking aunt into bed for the rest of that afternoon.
Her visits to the retirement complex were always centered around exactly that-she and her oversexed Aunt Kitty making each other come as many times as possible. But much later that night, with the very real sounds of rising sexual urgency coming from the apartment beneath them, she finally relented.
“Whatever,” she said, still just a moody high school girl after all.
“Now take that thing off,” Mrs. Rimfield told her, meaning the strap-on dildo. “And let's get down there and see what's really going on.”
Veronica sighed theatrically.
“Fine,” she said. “But all we're going to discover is your brand new boyfriend whacking off to a dirty movie.” She suddenly smiled. “Hey, if that's true, maybe you wouldn't mind sharing him-you said he fucked you so good, it almost rattled your back teeth out!”
“We'll see,” the girl's redheaded aunt conceded.
She was hoping Veronica was right. She had no interest in getting anyone in trouble, especially young Alex Wolfe, whom she was becoming especially fond of. And, yes, of course she'd share the man with her favorite niece.
Mrs. Rimfield was many things to many people, but selfish wasn't one of them.
“But let's go down there with an open mind.”
Mrs. Rimfield and her sexy 15-year-old niece Veronica stood outside the door of the downstairs apartment in just their shorty summer robes and sandals. Neither had bothered to get fully dressed. Or even put on panties or bras.
“Let me do the talking,” the older woman said. “And if you're right, and Alex is just watching a dirty movie while his daughter's asleep, we'll both fuck him until he can't walk.”
Hence the lack of underwear, on the likelihood that Veronica had guessed the situation correctly. Though Mrs. Rimfield didn't really believe it.
“Great,” the younger girl said, her hand already in her robe, between her legs, and doing something in there. “This should be fun.”
Veronica was always so sexually aroused, it seemed, though who was her oversexed aunt to talk (or complain), after all?
Mrs. Rimfield slipped her master key into the lock, opening the dead bolt first, and then opened the lower lock, before silently turning the knob and slowly pushing open the door.
A single living room light was on, the pull-out couch made into a bed for little 10-year-old Stephanie's visit. Yet the adorable girl was nowhere to be seen. Her pale blue panties and her pajamas, however, had been tossed carelessly to the floor.
The sounds of urgent fucking, which brought them both down to investigate in the first place, came directly from the bedroom still, where a small light of some kind was also on. The bedsprings were rhythmically creaking with every sharp young cry coming from the room.
And definitely not cries of pain but rather of intensifying pleasure, unmistakably Stephanie's own. A moment later, the 10-year-old girl's actual voice came through the doorway loud and clear:
“I love you fucking me, Daddy,” she was groaning. “I love it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I want every inch of your big cock in my little cunt! Uhhh! Ohhh, yes, yes, Daddy, it's so good! Fuck me harder!”
And the sight that greeted both aunt and niece as they silently moved to the open bedroom door stopped them dead in their tracks.
“Good grief…” Veronica whispered at the sight before them. “I can't believe you were right, Aunt Kitty! Sort of.”
Father and preteen daughter were naked and coupled together on the king-sized bed, much as Mrs. Rimfield had sadly expected.
But what she hadn't anticipated, not in the least, was that Alex Wolfe was flat on his back, while his naked
